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i’m on that sukuna pill so heavily rn ughhhjgghghjj

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househusband toji letting you relieve some of your stress after a hard day at work

it started out with just simply letting him pound you into the mattress, ridding yourself of the pressure of your workplace, until you kept yearning for more..

toji had just came for the nth time, his hands pressing bruises into the dimples of your back. “f-fuck ma, you’re milking me.” he huffs out as he flops down onto the bed next to your frail body. “but i wan’ it toji.” you whine, sneaking your way on top of him to sit your leaking cunt onto his still hardened shaft.

you’re sliding his blushing tip in between your folds, allowing his tip to kiss on your puffy clit before sliding him inside you once more. “just one more time nngh! p-please” you mewl, globs of drool threatening to spill from the corner of your plump lips. “y-yeah, just take it ma. use me” toji whimpers, thighs shaking in overstimulation.

his hands are gripping your hips firmly while you bounce up n down on his sensitive cock. your cunt was sucking him in so sweetly like you didn’t wanna let him go, he could already feel his orgasm closing in on him. “toji! inside, cum inside please mmf!” you cried, hand sneaking down to your cunt to spread yourself just for him to see.

househusband toji would never tell his pretty wife no >.<

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thinking about trying face sitting with nanami for the first time :p

you and kento are both so shy early on in your relationship, not wanting to indulge in each others kinks n what not due to embarrassment. it was something in the heat of the moment but definitely brought on by kento.

kento has you with your knees to your chest, thick fingers spreading you apart so he can suckle on your needy bud, occasionally peppering sloppy kisses and licks to your lips. he’s so enamored with your sweet taste and scent, he can’t shove his face any further into you but of course he has to try — anything is possible!

he’s dragging your hips towards him, your nails are engraved into his scalp as you ruffle through his blonde locks. he’s backing away while dragging you with him, pulling your plush body to sit onto his chest.

“sit.” he whines. that one single word was said with so much emotion, you don’t even know if your pretty boyfriend was all there in the head. his face was flushed a beating red, eyes glossy as though he was about to cry, and mouth parted while his tongue seemingly looked for something to lather itself in.

although you were unsure, you weren’t able to voice your concerns for his well being since he was already plopping his face in between your thick thighs, sucking away at your puffy clit. your hands found his hair fairly quickly, rocking your hips to collide his nose with your sensitive bud while his tongue searched for your leaking hole.

kento was whimpering his heart out, bucking his hips upwards to relieve himself just a tad more even though he was already close to cumming with the sounds of your pretty voice calling out his name.

why did he hold off on doing this for so long..?

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a sweet kiss — choso

you had just bought a ton of new lipsticks in attempt to find one that was truly the prettiest color for you! you hated being so indecisive about choosing your favorites, which is why you just pleaded with your boyfriend to let you try and test your dilemma on his pretty face!

choso is following your every move intently as you plaster the maroon colored lipstick onto your plump lips. you’re gently tossing the stick aside and reach for his face to tilt it to the side, landing kiss after kiss across your bashful canvas. you sit up to admire your artwork, letting out a soft giggle, “you look pretty choso”. he’s throwing his head to the side to cover his face, ears turning a bright red, “…are you done yet? i need to wipe this stuff off my fa—”, you’re cutting him off a firm kiss to his softened lips.

your hands are sneakily moving lower down his solid body, pushing the hem of his shirt upwards. “mmm i’m still unsure about this color, gimmie some more time kay?” you mumble against choso’s swollen lips. you’re giving a few slight pecks to his neck before hopping of his lap to lay between his spread legs. he opens his mouth to protest but is quickly shut down when he feels you plant soft kisses to his lower abdomen, covering his happy trail in faint red shades of lipstick.

“oh look how pretty! don’t you think?” you question, staring up at your precious boyfriend in awe. he’s staring down at you through his fingers which are now shielding his facial expressions. “no! this feels so embarrassing i-” you grip his growing bulge through his sweatpants, “well this is telling me otherwise.. i think he wants a kiss too.” you grin, taking your lower lip in between your teeth.

he can barely feel the firm smooches you’re pressing to his clothed bulge but it’s enough friction to make him whimper and his pretty cock twitch within the confines of his sweats. you’re hooking your fingers into his waistbands, giving his sweatpants and underwear a hard tug down his meaty thighs. his thick cock is springing up to slap against his toned stomach, tip blushing, and pearly pre-cum already threatening to spill from his slit.

“can i give him a kiss cho?” you tease, your hand lightly grazing the underside of his hefty cock as you press antagonizing kisses across his meaty thighs. “ngh, yes j-just do it already! please..” choso finally pleads, his mocha eyes are hazy as he glances down at you with his jaw slightly slacked open.

you start at his base, just barely brushing past his weighty balls, his cock twitching repeatedly, and make your way up from the underside of his cock to his tip , suckling on the bitter liquid oozing out from his slit. you’re letting small dribbles of spit fall from your pursed lips onto his mushroom tip. “please honey, no more teasing nngh!” he replies honestly, whining in desperation.

you begin to take his cock down your throat with your tongue swirling around the sides, eyes fluttering. “fuckk— s’too good ah!” he mewls, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth as his hand combs through your silky strands of hair. your thighs are clenched together, feeling your arousal pooling in your panties, the whimpers he’s spewing are making you moan around his cock, vibrations enhancing the shake in his thighs.

“r-right there! just like that pretty.. h-hah take it!” one of your delicate hands is gripping his base while the other grounds itself on his lower abdomen, periodically rubbing soft circles across his happy trail. globs of spit are pouring out from your mouth, eyes welling up with tears as you repeatedly gag on the thickness of his shaft. “mmf- feels so good.. please suck it all out of me anghhh!” he yawps, biting into his knuckles to drown out his whimpers.

you release his cock with a pop! and move down to his balls, hand still jerking his cock, spit coating your hand. “you gonna cum? hmm pretty boy..” you’re so incredibly cockdrunk with a smitten grin plastered over your face, popping his plumpness into your mouth. choso almost short circuited the moment he made eye contact with your devilish eyes, yearning for more. “yes ah! on your f-face please.. wanna be messy.” he mumbles, you’re eyes widen a bit in shock at such naughty words coming from your cute n shy boyfriend.

you bite your lip in response, grinning from ear to ear before laying your tongue flat leading from his spit covered balls to his reddened crown. “pfft” you spit on his shaft, swallowing his girth as you bob your head up n down. all that can be heard throughout the room is gagging and choso’s slick growing louder over his cries of pleasure. “m’cumming! o-oh— waittt nngh!” you release his cock from your mouth, jerking him over your lolled out tongue, hand tightening around his tip.

you close your eyes when you feel his salty liquid spurt out across your face, white ropes coating your tongue while he jerks his hips upwards for more release. “you came so much cho..” youre giggling, the bitter substance relishing on your tastebuds while choso looks like he’s about to cry, he’s so embarrassed.

“i’m so sorry! pretty girl i wasn’t thinking i— ” he babbles, you’re cutting him off with a sweetened kiss to his lips, cum still all over your flushed face. you’re pulling him towards you by the collar of his shirt, “just fuck me already cho.”

his doe eyes are staring back at yours when he utters, “kay.”

a/n : hey guys :) this is just something i wrote while i was bored.. this is nawt proofread at all T-T likes & reblogs are always appreciated! hope you enjoy <3

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no thoughts just zayne and sylus with a ‘friends’ to lovers trope

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SHHH! Library Rules.

college!nerd armin who sits one row behind you in a lecture and tries to focus on the slides but your thighs are just... right there. crossed, jiggling slightly as you bounce your leg out of boredom, little skirt riding up when you shift—he’s not even hearing the professor anymore. his notes are just bullet points that say:

thighs.

thighs???

fucking thighs.

and he gets so flustered, like he adjusts his big round glasses and pretends to take notes but his face is flushed and his jeans are getting uncomfortably tight...

later that night? he’s scrolling through his phone and lands on your post—it’s a mirror pic, a seemingly innocent story—but you’re sitting on your bed with one leg up and he snaps. doesn't even make it to his bed. he’s jerking off in his desk chair, moaning like he’s being tortured, trying to keep quiet as he strokes himself to the thought of your thighs wrapped around his head, suffocating him.

armin doesn't believe his ears when you ask him to study. flash a sweet little smile. tilt your head just a little bit. he's halfway through chewing on his pen cap when you lean over his desk and say, “hey, armin. wanna go over notes together at the library?”

his brain short circuits.

he literally forgets how to speak for a full second. then manages a weak, breathy, “yeah—uh. yes. i mean. i can. i’d like that.”

you thank him like it’s nothing. walk away like you didn’t just leave a smouldering crater in his chest. but you know exactly what you’re doing. because later that evening, you show up to the library in that skirt. the tiny pink one. and the thigh highs with the little bow at the top. like a sin made of silk and smugness.

you sit across from him. cross your legs real slow.

he swallows.

don’t look. don’t look. okay, you looked. fuck.

and swallows again when you lean forward, pretending to scan your textbook, the movement making your skirt ride just a little higher.

you’re no fool. you’ve been aware of armin’s situation for a while now. the way he covers his boner with his notebook when you glance over during lectures? adorable. you’ve caught him staring at you from across the common room at least a dozen times. and those dorm parties he claims he “hates”? yeah, he only ever shows up to sit beside you and pretend he’s not practically drooling at the smell of your perfume. you think it’s sweet, in a pathetic sort of way.

you decide to tease him. just to see how long he’ll keep the good boy act up for. how long before that polite, bashful smile cracks into something desperate. how long before he snaps.

you shift in your seat, the toe of your boot nudging his ankle under the table. he freezes. you feign ignorance. flip a page. rest your hand on your thigh, drawing slow, idle circles with your finger against the exposed skin. then, you let your leg drift sideways—just barely brushing his.

armin squirms in his chair. what do people even do in situations like this? his knuckles go white where he grips his pen. his legs squeeze together.

you don’t even look up. just mumble something about not understanding the chapter. and he’s nodding too fast. offering help with a cracked voice, eyes wide, flushed down to his collarbones.

he’s shaking. he’s dying. he’s hard.

you lean in even closer—close enough to count the individual lashes framing his eyes, pupils dilated. his breath is shaky, coming in short bursts, and you can practically feel his pulse racing.

his ocean eyes flicker down to your lips before darting back to yours, a silent invitation. his breath hitches as you inch closer, every nerve in his body firing at once. he wants this, wants you, but his mind’s a whirlwind—should he pull back? should he stay still and let the moment breathe?

and then, you kiss him. soft at first, giving him time to adjust. he lets out a heavy sigh against your lips. he tastes like something fruity—like strawberry flavoured gum. the kiss is sweet, subtle and tender, like a vanilla note mixed with a slight tang, like a soft citrus. but it quickly deepens, your hands roaming over his body, teasing the warm skin of his chest through his shirt. you make quick work of his buttons, slipping your hands inside, tracing the lines of his lean chest.

your fingers tweak his nipples, pulling a gasp from him. his hands immediately fly to your waist, pulling you closer. you can feel his body trembling beneath your touch, his chest heaving as he tries to steady himself.

“oh?” you smirk, getting closer, voice dripping with playful mischief. you do it again, only this time, your nails catch the fabric, teasing that soft spot until he can’t keep it together. “sensitive?”

he nods—his face is a mess. eyes wide, like he’s been caught in the worst way possible. but then? he whimpers. you can’t help but smirk at the sound, feeling the heat rising in your own chest.

your fingers tease at the hem of his shirt, touch feather-light but deliberate. his breath hitches, lips parting with a muted gasp when your nails graze the skin just above his waistband. he’s so responsive—every little touch draws out a sound. a whine. a strangled noise that barely makes it past his throat.

he shouldn’t be this turned on from a few light touches. his thighs are tensed like he’s trying not to rut up into you—like that would make this moment disappear. like it would scare you off. but god, it’s getting harder to stay still.

he can’t fully enjoy this. not really. he feels guilt—it’s heavy in his gut. it’s wrong, right? you’re just teasing him. he doesn’t deserve someone like you. but your touch, the way your leg brushes his, the way you’re looking at him like you know what you’re doing, making him lose his mind—it’s too much.

his fingers twitch. his dick aches for release, but he can't—he can’t—let himself go any further. not like this. not when he’s been fantasizing about this moment for weeks. he can’t just be this fucking needy. can’t be this much of a mess in front of you. it’s—

“i…” his voice cracks, just as he feels his heart slam in his chest.

“’min?” you tease, just a little too sweet, fingers tracing his thighs like you have all the time in the world.

“i have to tell you something,” he breathes out, a desperate, breathy whisper. he’s panting, struggling to hold it together. he presses his hands flat on the table, palms sweating, trying to steady himself.

you look up at him with curiosity. his heart races, and the words are choking him. he bites his lip, all at once embarrassed and unbearably turned on.

“i—i—" he stops, gasping for air, hands shaking. "i can’t—i’ve been thinking about this… about you.” he’s so close, so close to breaking. his voice is strained, trembling under the weight of what he’s saying. “when i touch myself… it’s—it's you, okay?” he barely manages to get the words out, feeling like his insides are liquefying under the weight of it.

you freeze, smile faltering. “did you?” you whisper, your tone low and teasing.

“i’m sorry,” he gasps, eyes wide with guilt and the flush of shame creeping up his neck. “it’s... i didn’t mean—fuck, i shouldn’t have said that.”

you don't give him a chance to retreat. “no need to apologize, armin,” you say, the words dripping with something that feels like victory. “you’re cute when you’re this honest.”

and then, it’s quiet—just long enough to hear him choke back another whimper of frustration, as if his body is already begging for more. "but don’t think i’ll let you off that easy, hmm?"

his hands are trembling where they clutch your waist, like he’s not even sure he’s allowed to touch you like this. you nip at his bottom lip, smile curling against his mouth when he gasps again. you straddle him so that your thighs are on each side of his, and armin thinks he could die like this—caged between you, drowning in your scent.

but you take it a step further. you place your knee against his sensitive bulge and he lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. his hands grip at your hips harder, as if anchoring himself to reality, but you can feel the way his muscles lock in restraint. the sounds of a conversation drift from behind a nearby bookshelf, but all he can hear now is the blood rushing in his ears.

the noise nearby only adds on to your excitement. having armin— armin who’d ditch anybody to study for a test, armin who colour-codes his notes and panics if he’s not fifteen minutes early to each lecture—underneath you like this? it fills you with a sense of pride knowing you’re the only one that can reduce him to nothing but a horny mess.

your thigh rocks against his twitching bulge, back and forth, slow and mean, like you're testing him. and armin—sweet, delicate armin—falls to pieces.

his head lolls back against the chair, lips parted in a perfect ‘O’, breath stuttering out in high-pitched gasps. his eyes are glassy with tears and so, so bright, like he’s staring up at heaven and not at the ceiling of a dusty library. there’s drool slipping from the corner of his mouth—he doesn’t even notice. he’s too far gone. he looks pretty, absolutely destroyed, like his mind’s been wiped clean except for the feeling of your mouth on his nipple and your thigh grinding him down into nothing.

“nghhh—hah, i… i c-can’t think,” he whines, voice cracking, desperate and breathless. “feels too good, i’m— i’m gonna—!”

you coo against his skin, twisting gently at his nipple with your fingertips just to hear the helpless cry he gives in return. his hips jerk again, chasing the friction like he’s forgotten how to stop. he’s babbling now, barely making sense. “please, please, i—can’t—feels s’good, i—hahh—hurts—!”

his hands shake on your hips, clutching like he’s drowning, and all he can do is rut against your thigh while you kiss and suck at his chest like he’s yours to ruin.

his body trembles beneath yours, and the pressure builds too quickly, too intensely. he stammers out apologies, but before he can even register it, he’s cumming, and he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. his face flushes bright red, humiliation flooding him as he whimpers, trying to recover his breath, lost in ecstasy. but its too late. someone’s footsteps are closer, and the sound of their voice drifts to your ears. he feels exposed, knowing the risk of someone walking in is too real, too immediate.

you dont stop rocking your thighs against his crotch, drawing out cries that feel much louder in the public area. armin begs you to stop with a weak, “please, I can’t take it, not—ngh—somebody’s gonna see…”

he thinks you’re going to let him cum again. god, he’s so close.

your thigh feel just right, your mouth is still on his chest, his hips are twitching up—and then you stop.

the friction disappears and your mouth leaves him with a soft pop, and armin lets out the whiniest noise, hands slapping over his mouth like didn‎’t mean to let it out.

“wha—n-no, no, please—”

“think i got enough out of today’s lesson, yeah? can’t spoil you too much, baby—you’ll get greedy.”

you run your fingers through his hair, so gentle it’s cruel.

“but don’t pout,” you coo. “i’ll give you another lesson. my dorm. if you behave.”

you get up and fix your clothes, slow and casual, like you didn’t just drive him to the edge of sanity. he twitches in your absence, like his body doesn’t know what to do without your weight on top of him.

“i’ll see you in class,” you toss over your shoulder with a wink.

and armin? armin is left there—completely ruined, dripping, thighs pressed tight together for any relief, praying nobody walks around the corner and finds him like this.

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nanami secretly lovesss car sex

the two of you were driving home from an exhausting night of mingling with his overbearing coworkers and higher ups. the two of you had given each other subtle seductive glances throughout the event, eyes yearning for one another’s presence. even the simple caresses of his arm or the gentle circles he rubbed on the small of your back had you both tensed up.

which is how you’ve ended up here, pulled onto the side of the road with your seat pushed far back and kento knees deep in the passenger seat. your panties are pulled to the side under your slim dress as he sweetly pounds his thick cock into your mushy wet insides. “being such a good girl, t-taking it so well.. mmh” he grumbles, his hands cupping your face to plant sloppy kisses across your face

“you’re s-so deep ken.. nngh!” your silky dress is bunched up at your hips, thighs pressed intensely to your chest as your dainty hand sneaks its way down to rub soft circles on your puffy clit. “yeah pretty girl? ya feel your husband stretching that p-pretty pussy out— fuckk..” he whines, eyebrows in a deep furrow with his jaw slacked open. he’s staring down at you through his fogged up glasses so fervently, almost like he wants to swallow you whole.

“ah!.. m’gonna cum kento please— w-wait i’m sensitive!” he pulled the neck of your dress down allowing his spit covered lips to latch onto your perky nipple, sucking and biting on the hard bud while the rough pads of his fingers knead your plump flesh. “so sweet, can’t wait to make you a pretty mama and see these so full, hmm?” he teases, gripping the fat of your thigh as he slows his pace.

“yes! fill me up hngh.. don’t m-miss ken! m’cumming- ah” you cry, toes curling against the dashboard as you bury your head into his chest. you’re creaming all around his thick cock, cunt tightening as he’s angling his hips to fuck into you so deeply, repeatedly squishing his rotund tip against your sweet spot.

“oh fuck f-fuck take it nngh!” he’s huffing out high pitched whines, letting his precious wife suck all he has left in him. you’re reaching up to grapple onto his face to drown him in sweetened kisses, hands tangled in his hair as your sweaty foreheads press against each other. he’s giving you slow strokes, hips stuttering while he winces in overstimulation.

“want more kento, wan’ you to make me a mommy p-please..” you plead, staring up at him with your lovingly doe eyes. he’s in disbelief with your request but responds to you with a soft yet greedy,

“alright.”

a/n : hi guys!!! sorry for being so inactive lol i write as a side hobby so i can’t promise i’ll continue posting consistently but i hope you enjoy this c: thank u for the support always 🩷

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GURL R U OK?!!! U MIA SO LONG I HOPE U OKAY I LOVE U SO MYCH 🫶🫶🫶💖💖💖

LOL life got so busy!! i come on here and read a few fics every now n then though so im lurking in the shadows >.< i have a little nanami drabble im gonna post soon so there’s that! :p

but i’m okay!! tysm :c im always a message / inbox away

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sorrryyy for not posting guys :( life has been super duper crazy lately, i hope to finish writing a few small drabbles that have been in my drafts ^.^

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ugh i want him sososoosos bad ����

#OVERWORKED!!

image from pinterest. (divider used is by @/sseuda)

- 五条 悟 Gojō Satoru

PARING: gojo satoru x overworked!reader

cws: minors dni!!!! satoru wears glasses in this one (very much emphasised LMFAO), rough but also gentle sex (??), squirting, use of vibrator, p in v, unprotected sex, belly bulging, cumming inside, taking care of reader, brief aftercare.

(not proofread, im sorry 😣)

you’d ignored him this entire week. the only time you’d talked to him was with attitude or by swearing at him. he tried to ignore the slight anger bubbling inside him whenever he tried to reassure you or talk to you which duh! only ended with a sarcastic remark. you’d brush him off and continue whatever you deemed was more important.

he tried his best to be patient. he knew the entire reason you were behaving this way was because you had been relentlessly working on assignments and studying for your finals. the university stress was REALLY reaching past its limits. you pulled all nighters in your dorm while also spending your day outside of lessons. not only did you not get adequate rest but also seemed to be living off of canned drinks as your main energy source to rejuvenate.

day by day, he saw your frustration and sarcastic remarks worsen. he’d sigh every time he sees the eye-bags under your eyes becoming more apparent.

after a while, he’s decided that he’s had enough.

you were engulfed in your work in the quiet atmosphere of your dorm, night was approaching quickly. you’d spent most of your time staring at your verrry interesting stack of papers, a large sticky note stuck on the top pile, ‘Organic Chemistry’. you facepalm at the sight. everything was pissing you off at this point. nothing in your biochem course was making any sense to your worn out mind.

you were so engrossed in your work you didn’t notice your dear boyfriend knocking on your front door. you didn’t even notice him until he sat down in front of you with his chin on his palm. he pursed his lips and hummed as he observed the frenzied state you were in, clearly overworked and overwhelmed.

despite this, he stayed quiet, spinning a pen with the fingers of his other hand.

you look up to acknowledge him. your eyes linger for a second longer than you’d like before getting back to the bigger problem infront of you - polymerisation. he continued to just stare at you with a slight pout, big blue eyes framed by the rectangular-shaped glasses he wore. his hair was tousled as his face was twisted in a slight frown as he looked at you.

“you look like shit, babe.” his voice laced with genuine concern.

you were taken aback by his honesty. however, you brush it off by scoff at his words, rolling your eyes. “obviously you don’t understand what it’s like to always aim for high credit,” you mutter under your breath.

he sighs, you had really been getting on his nerves. he watches you, trying to be even more patient before he gives up and grabs your face between his hands and look you in the eyes sternly. “you need to rest. i don’t care what exam you have tomorrow.” before you can protest, he starts again, “god, have you even eaten today?” he laughs in disbelief.

suddenly you begin to crack in front of him. eyes swelling up with tears, finally taking notice at the severe pressure you’ve placed on yourself for no reason. it really was just an exam. now it was your turn to pout. you were really past over the limits in attempt to make your professor proud at the cost of your own wellbeing.

next, was the realisation of how shitty you’ve been acting towards your boyfriend suddenly hit you like a truck. guilt seeps into you as you’re reminded of everything that you’ve disregarded this week - neglecting your boyfriend.

you sniffle softly, the exhaustion visible on your mentally and physically tired body. “i’m sorry for treating you like shit,” you mutter softly, looking at him with your glossy eyes.

his gaze softens and he pushes his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose properly. “look, you know if you need help with anything i can help you right?”.

you disregard his concern and continue to babble soft ‘i’m sorrys’ under your breath. suddenly he gets up, and moves to where you sit. he cups your face gently before reassuringly rubbing your cheek, “i’ll take care of you okay?” pecking your forehead soothingly with a soft smile

well, this is what had got you into this predicament anyway. you were sobbing as you clutched onto the bedsheets tightly. satoru was deep inside you, palm rubbing over your tummy. his half lidded gaze piercing as he looked down at you lustfully. he still had his nerdy glasses on (as that’s what you call it anyway) as he fucked deeper into you. oh how ruined you were under him. so perfect.

he grinded his cock deep as he massaged the prominent bulge he could see himself through, knowing the impact of the sensitive sensations from a little extra stimulation. pressing and prodding at your tummy to make it feel good. “fuck, i’ve missed you,” he groans. you writhe at his words, barely able to form a coherent reply other than ‘satowu’ over and over again. your legs trembled around his waist, toes curling and uncurling.

you almost dropped the vibrator he instructed you to hold on your flushed clit!

you whine when you hear him ‘tch’ and grabs your hand holding the vibrator firmly before leading it back to your clit and presses it down hard. he holds the vibrator in your hand tightly in its place and it sends sparks through your body as you jerk in his grip. he grins as you wail from the sensitivity of it all, squirming under him as he relentlessly drills himself in and out of you.

he puts a leg over his shoulder to shove himself to the hilt before he leans down to shush your cries. “shh baby. such a loud baby. it’s okay. toru’s here for you,” he coaxes. he plants gentle kisses all over your jawline and your neck. his free hand interlocks with one of yours and rubs soft soothing circles over your hand. what a contradiction to how he was fucking you :<<

your head spins and your eyes roll to the back of your head as the squelching becomes louder. “breathe, baby. breathe.” you hear his soft voice against your ear. his glasses pressing against the side of your head.

soon, you begin to lose all control over your body as you feel the simmering heat beginning to build up rapidly like a burning fire in your tummy. you thrash harder under him, trying to move further up the bed. a relief from the pleasurae torture - anything.

before you can make it far he pulls you back to him and holds you tightly in his arms against his chest as you sob. “p-please- ugh! fuuck- towu!” your legs tremble against him. “i-i can’t! no more,” you whimper.

“let it all out, pretty. toru’s got you, sweetheart. do it for me,” he coaxes you soothingly. at some point, he tosses the vibrator aside and replaces its place with his own fingers. he rubs your clit in an up and down motion and occasionally side to side with his long fingers.

suddenly you feel his lips on yours and your vision whites. you squirt all over him, the liquid gushed all over his cock and his waist as he felt your poor pussy convulse against him. not long after, he lets out a soft moan before cumming right after you.

tears stream down your face at the intensity of the moment and you lay limp against his large frame, letting out small whimpers as you pant.

he flops beside you, letting out a satisfied sigh of relief. “you needed that huh?” he teases softly. you don’t reply. too exhausted from everything yet fully satisfied because of satoru

satoru understanding the state you were in gently collected you in his arms and washed you up. comfortable silence engulfed the both of you as he focused his entire being onto making you feel better. you gaze up into his eyes as he cleans you, your eyes practically morphing into hearts at his gentle touch.

by the time he got you all dressed up and carried you back into bed, the exhaustion had beat you.

you lie against his body, shoving your head into the crook of his neck as he muttered soft ‘i love yous’ to younas you laid safe in his arms. “thank you for everything toru’, i love you so much” you mutter before drifting off into the best sleep u’ve had in weeks.

sorry if this shucks 😪 i’ve been rlly busy with life this last two weeks. i hope you guys enjoy though!!

i love u guys 💐

kaori.

[c4toru]

your overworked bf makes it up for neglecting you ^o^

it was another one of those nights where he stayed up in the dark depths of the night, scribbling down different notes for himself to review the following day. he had been overwhelmed with the amount of preparation that needed to be done for his upcoming project at work.

you couldn’t remember the last time you even kissed properly, aside from the little pecks he gave you when he left for work or when he shushed you to sleep. you perk up as you hear him sigh loudly as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before closing his notebook and setting it to the side.

“you’re still up pretty girl?” he worriedly asks, turning his body over so he can spoon your plush body. he’s met with uncomfortably loud silence but a firm grind of your soft body being pushed against his. confusion is plastered across his face but before he is able to get a word out, you speak up, “i miss you.. i-i want you” you whisper. he is so incredibly dumbfounded but still decided to indulge you further.

“how d’ya want me..?”

your naughty advances are what led you here, your pajama shorts lost on the floor while your full leg is hiked up to allow his now hardened cock to push its way past your warmth. “biiiig stretch honey- ngh!” he mumbles, shoving his girthy cock deep inside of you, hefty balls sitting perfectly against your swollen clit.

“o..oh f-feels so good mmf!” you babble, your dainty hand gripping onto your plump thigh as he’s rubbing slow n agonizing circles on your puffy clit. he’s licking a long stripe up the side of your neck, earning a breathy gasp from your lips. “i’m all the way up in here- hah..d’ya feel it? hmm?” he teases, pressing a heavy hand to the fat of your stomach.

“y-yes! so deep nngh.. gimmie more!” you cry, attempting to bounce your hips back onto his, desperate for friction. he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth before fucking up into you harshly, your aging bed creaking like there’s no tomorrow. he’s bringing his hand up from your clit to fondle your tit, grasping onto it as his leaky tip pounds against your sopping cervix.

“gonna give it all to you, ‘kay? be a good girl and take it.. hah.” he grumbles, your tight cunt creaming all over his cock, globs spilling down to his balls. your plush body jiggles as he rocks his hips into yours, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, causing tears to prick the corner of your eyes.

“m’cumming! f-fuckk .. don’t stop!” you squeal, his hand moving back down to your clit to rub sloppy circles around your nub. your cunt is fluttering around his lengthy cock when you feel his warmth begin to spill inside you, hot cum filling your insides. your mind exploding in pure bliss as specks of white begin to coat your entrance.

“nngh! so fuckin filthy..” he whines, your head toppling backwards to give him a sweetened kiss. he’s gripping into yours hips, slowly stroking his sensitive cock into you before pulling out and letting his fluids seep out.

he hates making his sweet girl feel so neglected but god.. make up sex sure does feel good

a/n : thank you so much for 1k !! i got a lot of asks for overworked/exhausted drabbles of various diff characters so i decided to write a miscellaneous one to satisfy some of you :D | thank you for all the support <3 , likes & reblogs are appreciated!

[c4toru]

BLOWING OFF STEAM !

Sypnosis : you’re on the brink of failing and in desperate need of a tutor. nerd!suguru is here to save the day! what happens when you find the nerdy perv a bit cute..— what?

Warnings : 18+ content, female reader, switch!reader, switch!geto, pervy suguru, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex ( m + f receiving ), cowgirl position, panty sniffing, etc.

WC : 2.7k

a/n : i hope you all like this !! i’ve had nerd!suguru on my brain for a while, nobody ever writes him this pathetic, c4toru is here to save the day! ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ minors & ageless blogs dni

“fuck..” you grumble, you had just received a passive email from your statistics professor informing you that your grades have dropped severely in the past couple of weeks. he was concerned with the fact that this continuous behavior could lead to you failing his class, insisting that you give tutoring a try. you run your hands through your sleek hair, leaning far back into your chair before sighing noisily.

you always had a tough time with maintaining decent grades, especially in courses as complicated as statistics. it was a class that always left you feeling extremely stagnant. you don’t know anyone in your class but you do in fact briefly recall your professor naming one particular man as his top student.

suguru geto wasn’t necessarily intimidating, he seemed very welcoming and kind! well, at least he portrayed that side of himself to you. you had once done a quick in-class study session together as part of an assignment, he was exceptionally shy but not a total freak. the rest of your classmates tended to avoid associating themselves with him, not wanting to be labeled as a friend of the peevish and perfectionist nerd.

you dragged your hands down your face before slouching over your laptop once more. you figured one study session with him wouldn’t be the end of the world, very much awkward but not a total disaster. your nails hit the keyboard, quickly typing until you’ve scrounged up a coherent email explaining your situation. you began skimming through the bold text, your eyes gliding across the luminant screen before clicking ‘send’.

it feels as though an additional weight has been added to your workload. you stretch your limbs, pressing your lips together before raising yourself out of your seat. you turn, heading to your bed when you hear a raucous noise coming from behind you. ding

sugurugeto : of course i can help. although, the library tends to be too crowded for me to focus.. could we study at your place? | 10:05pm

you stare at the screen for a while, narrowing your eyes, bringing your hand up to your frazzled face, harshly pressing it to your forehead. “is he fucking serious..?” you whine, letting a random nerd from your statistics class into your dorm room, were you crazy..? you contemplate your next move, going through numerous situations as you play them all out in your head. “ugh maybe i am crazy,” you groan while you type away at your computer, clicking send on your message reluctantly.

y/n : that’s understandable, if you don’t have any other study locations in mind then we could do so at my place. thank you for the help! | 10:15pm

sugurugeto : does tomorrow at 6pm sound good for you? | 10:16pm

y/n : that sounds good. i’ll send you my address, thank you | 10:23pm

you shut your laptop, refraining from relishing in this strange moment. you now have a study period tomorrow with suguru geto, you figured it wouldn’t be too bad. little did you know, suguru had the biggest crush on you. he had been eyeing you ever since you stepped through the door to your shared class. the tiny skirts you wore perfectly showed off your soft and delicate legs, always causing his mouth to water. the singular time you had spoke to him, he swore he was dreaming.. how could a pretty girl like you ever come near him?

when he received your email, he swears his heart stopped beating. was it some sort of scam or even worse, were you hacked..? he truly couldn’t believe the sight before his eyes. he felt the butterflies in his stomach as his entire body shook like a leaf in the wind while he typed up his message.

when he suggested he go over to your place, it was partially true! crowds did frighten him a bit.. though, he did love the library. truthfully, he just wanted to see you in what he calls ‘your natural form’. — god what a loser. despite everything, even if you weren’t enthusiastic about your upcoming meetup with him, suguru was sure ready for your little study date, at least that’s what he viewed it as.

the following morning came and went hastily meanwhile you prepare yourself as well as your dorm for quite the guest. you whip your head towards your clock, its 6:15pm, where is this guy..?— ding! ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ you swiftly move towards the door, taking in a shaky breath before opening your room door with a soft smile.

“hello! i thought you might’ve gotten lost.. hah..uhh come sit!” you awkwardly motion towards your desk, you pull a chair out for him before subtly staring him down. he looked surprisingly normal, his outfit was fairly casual but his hair wasn’t tied up in his usual bun. his hair looked soft as it gently caressed his facial features, were his cheeks always so toned.. god his glasses really do make his nose look deli—

“y/n..? where did you want to start?” he repeated, dragging you out of your trance. “oh! anywhere, you can lead the pace.” you reply, shooting him a soft smile out of reassurance. you both settle in and get to work, hours going by as he grills you on multiple different lessons. you lean back in your chair letting out an exasperated sigh, “can we take a break please.. i might go crazy if i don’t,” you pout, eyebrows slightly raising when you hear his smooth laugh while he agrees in amusement.

“why don’t you leave your hair like this more often hmm?” you tease, twirling a small snippet of it with your fingers. his face flushes a bright red before wrapping his fingers around your wrist, halting your movements. “oh! i’m sorry i didn’t realiz—” . . . “can i kiss you?” he replies abruptly, he has a pathetic look on his face, almost like he’s begging.

“what..?” you question, you’re frozen with wide eyes. you’re shocked to say the least, suguru wasn’t necessarily hard to look at. he had a pretty face to him, a sharp jawline, and lustful purple eyes that really drag you in. “i- you’re just so pretty! a-and i’ve never been alone with a girl like this before..” he stutters shyly, you sort of feel bad for the guy. it’s clear how much of a virgin he is, you can’t recall a time where he’s even looked in a girls direction!

“seriously.. hah- just one time okay? i’m only doing this as a ‘thank you’ alright.” he nods excitedly, staring at you with longing puppy dog eyes. you remove his glasses, setting them on the desk before cupping his face gently with both of your hands as you pull him in and give him a soft kiss. you felt his breath hitch as you both pull back slightly, he looks away quickly while using both of his hands to cover his. . . crotch?

“don’t look!” he pleads, shifting his body away from you. you’re taken aback by his sudden tone of voice as well as his humiliated body language. your eyes narrow in on him, “suguru.. are you hard?” you ask, his face is tomato red and his eyes are wide like a deer in the headlights. he quickly grabs his glasses and his book bag that’s hanging on your chair before attempting to bolt for the door. “wait!” you yelp, grabbing his arm as you try to pull him back, “i-i’ll help you, just sit back down.”

you have no idea what’s gotten into you, all you can focus on is the fact that this nerdy perv is now sitting on your bed with his pants off as you’re on your knees in front of him, staring up at him with doe eyes. his shirt is lifted and the hem is tucked into his mouth. your hands reach for the waistline on his boxers, slowly pulling them down when his cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. he’s whimpering while you stare intensely at his pretty curve and pink mushroom tip, pressing your thighs together at the pure sight of his lengthy cock.

“m’gonna touch you kay?” your lip is tucked between your teeth while he nods expectantly. you smear the pre-cum forming on his slit, a wad of spit leaving your mouth and dripping right on the head of his cock. your hand soon envelopes his tip, moving up and down in a twisting motion that causes his hips to buck.

“nngh- f-feels so good,” suguru whined, letting go the hem of his shirt as he brings a hand up to cover his lewd expressions. you bring your mouth to his cock head before pursing your lips, letting an obscene amount of spit dribble all the way down his shaft. he lets out a wet moan at the sight.

you’re planting harsh kisses down his length, licking and sucking periodically around his base. “want you to use my mouth kay? just want you t’a feel good,” you say seductively, licking your lips before you engulf his cock into your mouth, tongue flicking against his frenulum. “f-fuck! so w-warm.. nngh please!” he pleads, his heavy hand softly caressing your head as you began bobbing your head up and down on his hefty cock.

your hands firmly grip his thighs as he bucks his hips up further into your mouth causing you to gag, throat tightening around his shaft, earning an elated moan from him. “c-can i fuck your mouth p-please..?” he needly asks, eyebrows furrowed while he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. you stare up at him, batting your long eyelashes when you nod, humming around him.

he’s rutting his hips into your mouth, cock hitting the back of your throat deliciously. “y-yeah take it.. hah” he grumbles, you’re being starved for breath as spit drips all over the base of his cock, traveling down to his balls. “m’gonna cum! w-where do i—” he whines, you push his hands off and take initiative, suckling on his flushed tip while your free hand strokes the rest of his length. “o. . oh f-fuck m’cumming! d-don’t stop ah!” he pleads, his hand covering his own mouth, his eyelids fluttering as he’s cumming down your throat. you moan at the action, eyebrows furrowed as you swallow his thick fluids.

you pull off his cock, he winces at the friction before you climb on top of him, pushing him against the mattress, giving him a rough kiss. your tongue prodding against his, spit connecting your lips when you pull back. “feel good sugu?” you smirk, your smitten expressions fall when he flips the two of you over. “i- i wanna taste you, can i?” he replies, pawing at the waistband of your sweatpants in desperation.

“do you even know what you’re doing..” you question him, unsure if you really want to continue this relationship. “well n-no! not yet. . but you can teach me! i’ll be good i promise.” he’s practically begging you with pathetic heart eyes. you’re just so cute, he doesn’t know how to act anymore. “ugh.. fine just go slow ‘kay?” you whisper, hands covering your face out of embarrassment.

he’s pulling your sweats down, tossing them in the corner of the room. you’re wearing these pastel pink panties with lace on the borders, small print of roses and hearts all across the front, a small white bow in the center. suguru feels lightheaded, he could probably cum untouched if he stared long enough. he caresses your thighs, spreading them apart slowly as you feel his hot breath flowing against your clothed cunt.

his tongue escapes his mouth, licking a long stripe from the outline of your hole up to your mound. you’re letting out soft moans while he leaves sweet delicate kisses on your covered clit.

his nose pressing up against your cunt as he’s sucking and licking the fabric. “hah.. you smell so delicious, think m’gonna go crazy,” he groans, tonguing your clit through the cloth, earning loud yelps from you. “nngh! you’re so n-nasty.. ah!” you cry, your hips jerking up into his face.

he hooks his two hands into your panties before dragging them down your legs, tossing them near his sweats, hoping he’ll be able to take them home as a souvenir. “be gentle, if you go too fast it won’t feel good..” you whimper as you widen your legs, a hand coming down to spread yourself open for him to see. his mouth is beginning to water as he inches closer towards your dripping cunt.

“stop staring! j-just do it already!” you mewl, your hands coming up to cup your perky breasts. he rubs his thumb on your puffy clit, gently spitting on it before giving it a long suck. he's planting sloppy kisses all over your cunt, from your labias to your twitching hole. “so sweet mmf..” he moans into your pussy, delving back into your wet folds.

“i-inside! put a finger inside- hah..nngh!” you cry out, needing more stimulation. he slowly inserts his middle finger into your sopping wet cunt, it’s going in with such ease despite how thick his fingers are. he’s in awe at how well your pussy his swallowing him before testing the waters and squeezing in another finger.

“y-you’re so tight.. does it hurt?” he asks worried, he’s slowly thrusting his fingers inside you, the pace is almost agonizing. “no just- p-please keep going.. nngh,” you shake your head, begging him to continue as you feel yourself getting closer.

he’s putting his parched lips back onto your swollen clit, sloshing his tongue against it as he pistons his digits deep inside you. “ff-fuuuckkk.. right there suguru! m’gonna- ah!” you yawp, thighs tightening around his head while your hands grab fist fulls of his hair.

your cunt is dripping your slick all over his face and he’s gulping up every last drop. he’s humming little ‘mhm’ s as you ride out your orgasm on his broad nose. he pulls his thick fingers out of you , you stare down at his disheveled face. his glasses are crooked, hair a complete mess with your juices covering his face.

you sit up, crawling towards him, latching your hands onto his shoulders and kissing his fucked out lips harshly. “want you so bad.., can i? please sugu..” now you’re the one pouting and begging him for more. of course he’s nodding in agreement, he could never turn down a pretty little thing like you especially when you’re pleading for his cock.

you’re pushing him against the bed, plump thighs straddling his hips. “lemme make you feel good sugu- hah,” you whine, stroking his heavy cock before lining him up with your warm entrance, sinking yourself down on him.

his hands find your hips, grabbing onto them for dear life as your pretty pussy sucks him in. “s-slow please, you feel so good mnngh!” he moans, your hips rocking into his viciously. your pace is already so deadly for him, a virgin former virgin at that. “fuckk y/n p-please! i can’t- shiiiit. . s-so good mmf!” he babbles before being silenced by your dainty palm.

“f-fuck..just shut up- nngh!” you mewl, one hand silencing him while the other digs into his chest. his eyebrows are furrowed, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your sweet cunt milks him.

you’re letting out lewd moans meanwhile the melodious sound of skin slapping fills the room. your feet rest on top of his thighs, you’re bouncing up and down as your creamy pussy swallows his curvy cock justtt right.

your tired body leans flush to his chest, slowly grinding your hips together before you remove your hand from his mouth and landing a sloppy kiss to his lips. your tongues swirling together in unison, “wanna cum p-please y/n, wan’ it so bad nngh,” he cries, drawing a giggle out of you. how pathetic.

“yeah? c’mon give it to me big boy, want it all inside- hah..” you reply, biting your lip. he’s got his arms wrapped around your waist while he bucks his hips up into you, slick balls slapping against your ass. “ah! m’gonna cum sugu, r-right there!” you moan into the crook of his neck, leaving kisses behind his ear.

you finally gush all over him, your juices spraying all over his lower abdomen. “f-fuck you’re so tightt! m’cumming- hah.. mmf!” suguru rambles, his reddened tip releases thick white spurts into you as he pounds into your cervix. he’s cumming so hard he swears he’s seeing stars, only thing bringing him back down was your soft pleas for a kiss.

“kiss me suguru, p-please mmh,” you kiss him passionately, tongue moving its way throughout his mouth as you both grip onto each other, hungry for one another. you let go of him, caressing his pretty face before pulling apart to flop your body over next to him as you both struggle to catch your breath. you are sitting in comfortable silence until. .

“y/n? does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?” he asks innocently, turning towards you, his thumb caressing your cheek.

you sigh, glueing your eyes shut. what a fuckin’ nerd

likes and reblogs are always appreciated! i might write little drabbles bout this duo in the future ^.^ their story definitely isn’t over.

[c4toru]

hiromi is obsessed with the color pink

you didn’t necessarily like the color, you felt that it didn’t compliment your body enough, at least not in the ways you wanted. nevertheless, hiromi always found himself gravitating towards the rosy color, buying everything and anything from pink houseware to your own clothes.

for valentine’s day he decided to buy you a pretty floral pink underwear set in hopes that you’d wear it for him once he got home from an exhausting day at work. he excitedly displayed the set on your shared bed before heading off for work.

throughout the day he hovered over his phone, waiting to see what you had to say about his surprise but your text never came. he was worried if you didn’t like it.. what if you’re mad at him now! he hurriedly packed his briefcase and darted off home, he’s sure his coworkers would forgive him for the sudden change.

he arrived home, pushing off his coat and setting his briefcase aside before running a shaken hand through his silky locks. where were you at..?

he pushed the door open to your shared bedroom only to freeze, mouth agape. you were lying on your stomach in the frilly pink set he had bought for you, kicking your feet as you seemingly waited for him to return home. “d-did you wear this for me?” he stutters, feeling his pants tighten at the sight. you gasp, turning around, surprised that he is home so early in the night. “hiromi! missed you..” you rise from the bed, wrapping your hands over his shoulders as you rub along the nape of his neck.

his hands find the curve of your ass, “you look so pretty for me honey.. s’ it all for me?” hiromi questions, giving you a nice squeeze before peppering kisses to your plump lips. “mhmm, all yours.” your lip is tucked in between your teeth as you stare deep into his lustful eyes. he’s loosening his tie before twisting you around and pinning you to the edge of the bed.

he’s playing with the soft lace of your panties, mentally groaning at his view. he tucks two thick fingers in the side of the fabric, pulling it to the side and rubbing his thumb in circles around your clit. you’re letting out cute whines before he whips up a wad of saliva and spits it onto your twitching hole, watching how the liquid drips down to your sensitive bud. “ah! want you hiro..!” you moan, gripping the sheets.

hiromi reaches into your nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, popping open the lid before he dribbles it all over your panties. “nngh! s’cold..” you cry, he leans over to press a kiss to your cheek as an apology. “i’m sorry pretty girl, hiro will make you feel good soon,” he replies with his soft tone, setting the bottle aside.

thick fingers caress your ass, playing with the now slick fabric. he releases his hardened cock from his black slacks as they begin to pool at his ankles. he gives his length a few pumps before sliding it in the crevices of your panties, cock tucked nicely against your cunt.

“o..oh shiiit- hah” he moans, thrusting himself into your panties, his mushroom tip periodically pushing against your swollen clit. “nngh! f-feels so good.. wan’ more!” you beg, bent over the bed while you keep your upper torso propped up on your forearms.

he’s hugging your body from behind, one hand cupping the plush of your stomach while the other is grasping at your throat. his head is bowed, sweaty forehead against your back. “s-so wet.. hah could cum just like this, hnghh!” hiromi whimpers, rutting his flushed cock head directly onto your sensitive bud.

you’re squeezing your thighs together firmly to intensify the friction between your legs. your head falls against the sheets as your lips part to silently dwell in the pleasure washing over your body. “inside hiromi! p-pleasee, feel so empty- anghh!” you’re whining, your slit begging for his thick shaft.

hiromi slows his pace, dragging his tip from your puffy clit to your hole as it clenches around nothing. “say pretty please, f’me sweet girl..” his sultry voice whispers into your ear, he’s teasing his head at your entrance before sliding it right back against your cunt. “p-pretty please- hah.. need it ah!” you shriek, feeling him push the tip of his cock past your wet entrance.

“oh.. y-yeah, you’re so tight nngh. c’mon loosen up for hiromi.” he groans, slowly filling you up with his hardened cock while he presses up against your plump stomach. his other hand moves towards your tits, cupping them through the soft lace bra. “h-harder! feels so g-good.. mmf.” you babble, gripping onto his hand that’s placed onto your chest.

he’s picking up his pace, shoving his cock oh so deep inside you, he loves the way your pretty pussy flutters around him when he hits that spot you love the most. “shhh, m’gonna give it all to you ‘kay? all the way up in here- hah..” hiromi shushes you, trailing his fingers gently up the soft skin of your stomach.

his hips are harshly pounding into yours, the heavy weight of his balls slapping against your clit has your body feeling like jello. each slap to your bud has strings of wetness connecting the two of you, producing loud squelches that echo throughout the house. “fuuckkk- m’cumming! h-hiro—” you squeal, your vision becoming cloudy as your ears ring. the tangled knot in your stomach begins unraveling as you cream around his hefty cock.

“nngh- t-take it! shiit m’gonna cum in this pretty pussy- wanna give you a baby..” he cries, gripping onto your flesh as he pounds his way through your orgasms. “gonna make you such a beautiful mama.. nngh! y’ want that right sweet girl?” you’re aggressively nodding, pushing your hips back onto him to drag out all he has to give you.

“want all of it- ah!” you mewl, suddenly cut off when he begins repeatedly pounding against your sweet spot, overstimulating you in the process. he’s letting out obscene moans and whines as white spurts shoot out from his pretty slit, the warmth slowly filling up your fucked out insides. he grinds his hips into yours, not wanting to let his juices escape your hole.

regardless, he slips his cock out of you with a loud pop! , rutting his shaft against your sensitive pussy, earning a few ‘oh’ s and ‘ah’ s from your parched lips. “mmngh, gimmie a kiss hiromi” you whisper, twisting your body to allow your eyes to meet. he chuckles before moaning into your mouth, tongue exploring each others mouths.

“ happy valentine’s day hiro. . ” you murmur, salvia connecting your lips. he gives you a softhearted smile before pecking your swollen lips.

a/n : happy valentine’s day guys!! thank you for nearly 1k followers too >.< likes & reblogs are appreciated

[c4toru]

teasing rafayel with a fleshlight >.<

“ah! wait- .. nngh! i-i can’t cum anymore mmff!” he cries as you continue to overstimulate him. cum from his previous orgasm is now dripping throughout the sex toy allll the way down to his balls, the slickness being used as lube while he reaches another high.

“yeah..? but you’re taking it so well raf.. mmhm” you giggle menacingly. your free hand is playing with his perky nipples while the other drags the fleshlight up and down his hardened cock. his stomach is heaving, his happy trail glossed in sweat while he attempts to toss and turn due to the intense stimulation.

“fuuuckk- hah..! d-don’t think m’gonna last long y/n.. nnghh!” he whines, abruptly choking on his moans when you lower your head to suck on his nipples. your teeth are slightly grazing the bud, suckling on his swollen areola. “ahh! you taste so sweet cutie, don’t want you to cum justtt yett.. hah” your lips pop off his chest, slowing down your pace, grinding the toy against his base.

“you like it when i tease you like this, huh?” you bite your lip, reeling back the toy only to slowly stroke it around his sensitive tip. “n-no! wanna cum p-pleasee, need it! mmngh..” he moans, trying to thrust his hips further into the fleshlight, begging for more stimulation.

purple strands of hair stick to his sweaty forehead, his eyebrows in a deep frown at the sound of vulgar squelches filling up the room. “m’kay, give it all to me, be a good boy raf.. please?” you seductively whine, the smoothness of your voice setting him off.

“shit! i’m cumming- ah!” he babbles, you’re swiftly lifting the toy off his reddened cock, leaving him to cum untouched. he’s bucking his hips into nothing, white spurts pouring out his slit as it travels down his length and onto his toned stomach. he’s letting out pathetic ‘no’ s and ‘why’ s while he grips onto your wrists.

“you’re so mean..” he whines, looking away bashfully before you grip his face and plant a rough kiss onto his cheek. “don’t be mad at me rafayellll.” you plead, bowing your head into crook of his neck, your reply only being met with pure silence.

eh.. it was worth it !

a/n : i had seen a clip of mc touching all over rafayels stomach in his new memory card so i immediately thought of writing this lol | likes & reblogs are appreciated !!!

[c4toru]

gojo hates condoms ☆

not even in an ‘i can’t feel a thing’ frat-fuck way either. he just wants to be close to you. he’s touch starved as it is and being inside of you is quite literally the closet he can be to you. why would he want a barrier between his achy length and your silken walls?

he hates condoms. hates them like they’re pointing south on his moral compass. hates them like they hurt to use—which they do, in a way—the mental anguish feels real to him, at least. he picks up a fuss in the grocery store when you pull a pack of ribbed condoms from the shelf to try because why would you seek pleasure from artificial ridges when the protruding veins of his cock would feel just as good if not dressed in a condom?

sometimes he eats you out for twice as long as usual to get you really fucked out and dumb. he’ll make you cum hard and fast and so much that your mind is a mess in the hopes that you’ll forget all about your safety precautions and let him feel you from the inside out. but you always catch on. with a tsk and a finger pointed to the draw where he keeps the horrid things out of sight.

so when you let him fuck you raw for the first time, gojo is reeling. it’s on the condition that he promises to pull out, and promise he does—with a pinky finger hooked around yours and his lips to his thumb—he promises to pull out.

he decides on missionary, because as much as he loves the hundred different positions he knows how to wrangle you into, he wants to connect with you. to make love, not fuck.

and even your wetness against his tip is enough to jolt his stomach downwards. collecting your glossing over his angry head as he rubs himself up and down your folds—he would cum just like this if he wasn’t so stuck on feeling all of you. you’re warm and wet and tight as he pushes against your entrance and oh god he’s going to cum already.

“oh,” he stills, eyes deadset on yours as he slides into you. his tip is rubbing against that spot that makes your back arch upwards and it takes everything in you not to laugh at the distraught look on his face as he says “i have to pull out.”

“you’re joking, right?”

“i really wish i was baby,” he looks pained. he’s never felt something so heavenly and ungodly at the same time. he wants to do bad things, to fuck you into the mattress and breed you full of himself until you’re too weak to care about the aftermath of such recklessness. “i can’t pull out.”

“what?” you laugh, his balls tighten at the sound.

“if i move—” satoru has never looked so serious, “—i will cum. this was a bad idea. why would you let me do this?”

“you’re the one always—”

“actually don’t argue with me, you know what it does to me.” he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on anything other then the way you feel around him. he does math in his head, thinks about the people he’s killed, how much he loves you… how pretty you look right now… growing old with you.

“i swear you’re getting harder inside of—”

“imsorryiloveyoubutpleasebequietorelseyouaregoingtogetpregnant.”

it takes him a minute of mental gymnastics to feel confident enough to start slowly sliding out of you, but all hope dies when the heel of your foot presses against his ass and with a smile made of sin you pull him deeper inside of you.

he opens his mouth to protest, to tell you he is not joking and all that comes out is a beautiful strangled moan that makes you tighten around him. for a man who claims to be the strongest he is rather weak-willed when it comes to your pussy. he needs to cum so hard that it hurts, but a fear of maybe ruining your life and relationship digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“don’t do this to me,” he whines.

but you’re smiling. you’re so tight and wet and beautiful and everything he’s ever dreamt of having and holding and you’re smiling. “satoru,” you say, and he’s weak. “cum inside.”

anything for you. it’s gorgeous: the way he lets loose, falling forward to press all his weight into you as he groans and his balls release in hot spurts that you can feel painting your insides white. it’s the connection, the intimacy, the tears that prick at his eyes.

and he doesn’t pull out. no, he presses his hips forward to fuck his cum as deep into you as he possibly can and he vows to throw out every condom in the goddamn house.

god he hates condoms.

[c4toru]

C4TORU’S WRITINGS !! ꨄ︎

minors & ageless blogs dni with any NSFW content listed down below. all works are credited to @c4toru only. enjoy reading ᝰ.ᐟ

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JUJUTSU KAISEN⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

GOJO SATORU

⭑ insane backshots

NANAMI KENTO

⭑ milking him dry

⭑ exhausting day at work

✿ curse!nanami hcs

✿ yapper wife

⭑ car sex

⭑ face time

TOJI FUSHIGURO

⭑ loverboy toji

⭑ house husband

GETO SUGURU

⭑ pervy nerd!suguru fic

⭑ roommate suguru comforting you

HIGURUMA HIROMI

⭑ valentines day surprise

KAMO CHOSO

⭑ lipstick blowy

LOVE & DEEP SPACE

RAFAYEL

⭑ teasing rafayel with a toy >.<

MISC.

⭑ multi fic — overworked bf

[c4toru]

Make Villian Nanami as ur bf hcs ok byee *dies*

i love this reallll bad, i wrote him as a cursed spirit in this but i hope this still satisfies you :p

curse!nanami who was so intrigued by your presence, how you carried yourself so well. you must’ve been one of the good ones, at least that’s how he saw it in his eyes

curse!nanami who found himself purposely re-routing his day to accompany yours, in hopes of seeing your face. he looked forward to seeing how your hair looked, if your aura felt any different from the other 6 days he saw you, all unbeknownst to you.

curse!nanami who would do his daily routines imagining if you would enjoy doing them with him. would you enjoy the daily strolls he takes through his garden, would you stay up waiting for him late at night while he’s out hunting, would you even help clean his wounds after a rough battle?

curse!nanami who started mysteriously leaving wilted roses at your doorstep and workplace only to wait nearby to watch your reaction from afar. at least he’s trying..?

curse!nanami who finally started appearing in your daily life by showing up at the local flower shop you always stopped by, he just wanted to ensure that any other curses knew not to involve themselves with you

curse!nanami who enjoyed your company. he liked the way you rambled on about which flowers you thought smelled the best or even which ones brightened your mood the most. one could even say.. you were enjoying his presence a lot more than he could imagine

curse!nanami who after a full year of enticing you with romantic gestures, comes clean about his lifestyle. all of it, good and bad. you cut off all contact with him for months, begging him to leave you alone forever. . . and he did just that

curse!nanami who started wallowing in his own self pity, forcing himself to go out on multiple hunts per day to drown himself in his own misery. it all came to a halt when you appeared in front of him, sobbing and babbling on how much you miss him near you.

curse!nanami who promises to shield you away from his lifestyle, to only show you the good sides of himself. his chest hurts to see you in pain, wanting to drain all the negativity out of you and dwell in it himself.

curse!nanami who parades you around his garden during the day before setting off to fulfill his evil duties at night. he’s happy as long as you’re content with the life you live by his side, and you were! most of the time . .

curse!nanami who always apologizes first when you get into an argument, he doesn’t usually care for such little matters but he knows how emotional humans are. you’re so delicate, apologizing under any circumstances is the least he could do to make sure his pretty girlfriend is happy

curse!nanami who is now slowly assimilating to you. he wakes up early in the morning with you, gets ready for the day with you, bathes with you, even sleeping peacefully next to you.

it’s one of those nights where you sit comfortably in silence, embraced in each others warmth. you rest your head on his chest while he threads his thick fingers through your silky hair. “kento, i wish you could stay with me tonight.. don’t want you out there” you pout, rubbing circles with your pointer finger on his broad chest.

“i know, i know pretty. next time.” he replies as he shushes you to sleep, rubbing his thumb gently on your cheek. once you doze off, he’s up and gone but you always know he’ll be there in the morning, arms wrapped around you as you soak in his warmth.

a/n : writing this so late at night so it’s all just pure brainrot lol. ty guys for all the reqs, i’ll get to them soon i promise :p