malikazz243

[malikazz243]

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 — part of loving satoru

“satoru. you’re mine, okay?”

you murmur the words softly and reverently out of the blue, chin resting on his bare chest as you peer up at him through your lashes.

the two of you lay in your own sweat and cum on the bed, basking in the afterglow, skin to skin.

and you wait. but instead of his usual committed responses — satoru just hums. a lazy and awfully pleased sound. his half lidded eyes locked on you with that infuriatingly amused glint.

you frown.

“you’re supposed to agree or say it back. that’s how this works.”

“uh huh,” he replies, totally unfazed.

“…”

“what?” satoru blinks, feigning innocence.

your eyes narrow. “oh, i see. it’s fine when you say ridiculous things like ‘i’ll die if you leave the bed,’ but when i say you’re mine — suddenly you go mute?”

“is it so wrong that i want you to be the one desperate for my attention for once?”

you pout. “that’s different. you’re always begging for it.”

satoru snorts — because you’re not exactly wrong. and he could never deny you. it’s quiet for a moment — until his arms slide around you tighter, grounding in a way that makes your breath catch just slightly.

“…you’re my woman,” he whispers in your ear like a secret.

you giggle — a little too fast and giddy — cheeks warming as his expression flickers from serious to smug all over again. his lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile — but he fails.

“now give me a kiss,” he leans in close to your face — “or are you gonna make me beg for that too?”

“tempting…” you tease, but your lips are already brushing his with a delighted sigh.

and satoru hums again — this time, both of you satisfied and getting exactly what you want.

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itoshi sae and his spit kink.

his breath hitches at the sight — your lips parting and pleading eyes looking up at him. your submission sends a jolt right straight to his dick, and he can feel it twitching in his pants.

he never makes his pretty girl wait.

sae grabs your chin, tilting your head up slightly and vaguely caressing your jawline with his thumb. leaning down, he spits onto your opened mouth, watching with satisfaction when you close your lips and swallow it slowly, eyes locked with his all the time. his hands finds your hair and his fingers tangle with it, tugging it just enough go make you whimper.

“good girl” he mutters against your lips. “now get all on fours. i want that perfect ass up in the air before i ruin you”.

[malikazz243]

I SAW YOUR DICK ON TWITTER .ᐟ

❥ Your first time with Nanami makes you realize his digital footprint may be a little more... lewd than you thought. MDNI. Not proofread.

NANAMI who used to have an onlyfans. Maybe as a hobby? A coping mechanism? In contrast to his boring and draining corporate job, it gave him a thrill. Something to look forward to every night when he's pulling his tie off, peeling layers of clothing just to get up and pretty for a camera. Wait for the comments to roll in, all the thirsting, the requests. On rare occasions, he does livestreams. His subscribers absolutely eat that shit up, practically getting off to that deep, monotone voice of his.

I say 'used to' because shortly after he met you, after you two got together, it felt wrong for him to continue posting. Sharing his body to the world when hes supposed to only be yours. The guilt gnawing at him until he announced that he'd be going on a hiatus for an undisclosed amount of time to focus on his personal life. He thought it was a chapter of his life closed, a little part of him hidden away again.

That is until, you two first had sex.

You had your own comparisons between him and one of your favorite OF creators, noticing the similarities in the way their voice dropped, how it became a deep hum of approval whenever they were pleased. You didn't suspect anything, didn't suspect that your gentleman of a boyfriend would do something so uncharacteristic of him.

So when you pulled down NANAMI'S boxers, taking up the sight of his pretty cock, familiar veins running along the side and neatly trimmed bush, you had to pause. Your awe and excitement were put to a halt as you blinked at the dick in front of you, confusion nipping at the back of your head.

"..Is something wrong?" NANAMI had hesitantly asked, anxiety making a deep pit in his stomach from the thought that he'd done something to upset you. Or even worse, that you didn't like what you see.

He had his fair, almost disgusting amount of compliments about his dick, but none of them mattered if you didn't like it. Didn't like him. The thought of you two being sexually incompatible could make him pass out right here and now.

"I saw your dick on twitter."

But apparently, the universe had a worse fate written out for him. Embarrassment.

"And onlyfans too. Do you post on pornhub? Because I'm pretty sure you're on there somewhere."

The foreplay was immediately halted with NANAMI sheepishly admitting his old hobbies, ones that he quickly reiterated were in the past now. This was told with utmost seriousness and genuine concern for your reaction, all the while his shirt was half-unbuttoned, his pants hanging awkwardly from one leg and his boxers pulled down at a diagonal.

Ofcourse, you didn't mind at all. In fact, you had burst out laughing, telling his its fine, and you gooned to him anyways. Well, before his hiatus.

The sigh of relief he had given out would've made you think he was just told his paid leave was finally approved after months. On another note, he made sure to circle back to the fact you used to (maybe you still do) touch yourself to his old posts.

Anyways, NANAMI made sure to live up of his biggest fans' expectations of how good he fucks.

Tags: @himelaces <3 \\ Divider by: @kiyaedits here

A.N. This was supposed to be a 1 paragraph idea, how did we get here

[malikazz243]

Your phone buzzes against the nightstand, and you fumble for it without even opening your eyes. It’s four in the morning where you are, and you’ve barely strung together an hour of sleep after last night’s event.

“Hello?” you mumble, voice heavy with drowsiness.

On the other end, Satoru Gojo, the man who has survived countless curses and walked away from impossible battles, sounds like he’s about to lose his mind.

“Whoa… bedhead alert!” he says, grinning as your sleepy face lights up the screen. He tilts the camera so you can see him pacing in the kitchen, fingers tangled in his usual messy hair. “Anyway, there might be a tiny situation here.”

You mutter something incoherent, trying to hide a yawn.

Satoru crouches down, and the camera shifts to your daughter, who’s perched on the counter with a spoon in one hand and a disastrous smear of pancake batter on her cheek. “She won’t eat my pancakes.”

That jerks your eyes open. “...Did you burn them?”

“No, no! They’re—uh—slightly charcoal on the bottom, but edible! She says they taste like paper, though.” You can hear clattering in the background, followed by your daughter’s very clear ‘Ew, Daddy!’

You stifle a laugh despite the sleepiness, pressing your face into the pillow. “Okay. So don’t give her pancakes. What about toast?”

“I tried! But it's literally attacking me. Also, question two, what am I packing for her lunch? Does ice cream count as a balanced meal?”

You groan, equal parts tired and amused. “Absolutely not.”

Before you can give further instructions, he cuts in again. “And question three—how do you tie hair?! I’ve been wrestling with her head for thirty minutes and it looks like… like…”

He flips the camera around, and your screen fills with the sight of your daughter’s hair: a battlefield of uneven ponytails, random clips, and one heroic scrunchie hanging by a thread.

But your little girl beams anyway, her gap-toothed smile shining brightly through the chaos. “Hi, Mommy! Daddy’s really bad at hair.”

You bite down another laugh. “I can see that, sweetheart.”

Satoru furrows his brows, genuinely offended. “Hey! Don’t gang up on me.”

“You’ll survive,” you sigh, settling back against the pillows. “Just… give her cereal, pack her some fruit, and for the love of all that’s holy, stop touching her hair.”

“Fine,” he mutters dramatically, throwing his head back against the couch like the weight of fatherhood alone is simply too much for one man.

But then his voice softens. You notice the obvious weariness in his eyes, presumably from a restless night. “I miss you so much, darling.”

Before you can answer, your daughter’s voice shrills from somewhere offscreen “Daddy, we’re gonna be late!” and Satoru jumps, nearly dropping the phone in his scramble.

“Geez, alright—you sound just like your mom!” He ducks down, pressing a quick, sloppy peck toward the camera like he’s trying to bridge the distance. “Hurry up, okay? Love you—”

He scrambles upright as your daughter tugs at his sleeve, nearly tipping over the phone. The call cuts, leaving you blinking at the ceiling, heart warmed, and a little exasperated at just how him this all is.

By afternoon, Satoru is FaceTiming you from the car. Sunglasses shoved into his hair, a juice box straw hanging from his lips. “Your daughter traded my sandwich for one Pocky stick. And she said I’m not allowed to complain because I’m a grown-up.”

From the backseat comes a chirpy, “He cried, Mommy.”

“I did not!”

And when he calls you again before bed, the chaos finally settles. Your daughter's tiny frame is curled up against Satoru’s chest like a baby koala.

He whispers into the phone, smile soft and crooked. “See? We did okay.”

You watch the way his hand rubs slow circles against her back, the way his voice drops tenderly just for you.

“Love you, Mommy,” your daughter mumbles, her eyelids slowly fluttering close.

“Love you too, baby. Both of you.”

Satoru hums in response, shifting her slightly so she can breathe easier against him. When your daughter finally knocks out, small snores puffing against his shirt, Satoru angles the phone back to his face.

“I miss you, pretty girl. The bed’s too cold, the house is too quiet, and—” He glances down at the sleeping weight in his arms, then back at you. “—turns out I’m only half as good at this without you.”

Your laugh makes his shoulders loosen, but his eyes linger on you a little longer than necessary, as though he’s memorizing your face through the screen.

“You did amazing, honey.” you murmur, “And I'll be back before you know it.”

“Better hurry.” Satoru dips his chin, pressing the softest kiss to your daughter’s hair. “Because I like being a dad, but I love being your husband.”

[malikazz243]

i'm high rn so i can't be held responsible...blame @yung-notorious for this...fjkefhdbvshfbdvhksbdfvhsbdf

no but like imagine you go to the same college with nerdjo. you have the same major and he pretty much burns holes into the back of your head in every class you share with him. but he's a huge nerd with greasy hair and thick glasses so he doesn't know how to approach you—the prettiest girl he's ever seen in his 21 years of existence. gojo BEGS suguru for your number though when he finds out y'all were lab partners last semester though. and gojo wastes no time and starts texting you as soon as break starts. unfortunately it's his first time texting a girl on the phone, that is not his mom—so he just doesn't know better. this works for the girls on onlyfans so he doesn't know why you aren't responding :(

you don't even know who this is but you are considering getting a restraining order soon if blocking him doesn't work. :/ cfklhdrfkshdfkvsorryimhigh

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chapters will be more slice of life-y now!

we are near the end of january in the story coz of suna's birthday

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[malikazz243]

‘is it cheating if… except you’re saying no to everything he says’ prank on kaiser

──★📱 ̟ !!

𖦹 ft: michael kaiser x f!reader

𖦹 notes: saw this trend going around on tiktok and thought it’d be funny writing it with kaiser 🤡

𖦹 cw: reader is ragebaiting, tiktok prank, kaiser being possessive (not proofread)

you’re curled up on the couch with kaiser, scrolling lazily on your phone when the idea randomly pops into your head.

“babeee, let’s do a tiktok trend,” you blurt out, setting your phone against a cup on the table in front of you.

“another one?” he smirks, tilting his head.

“princess, i’m still recovering from the last time you made me do one of those dances with you.”

“nooo this one’s easy,” you say quickly. “we just ask each other: is it cheating if… and the other person answers.”

he looks intrigued so you waste no time hitting record on your phone.

“fine, i’ll go first.” his lips curl while he quietly thinks about what to ask. “is it cheating if i smiled back at a girl who flirted with me?”

you blink innocently. “no.”

“hah… i see,” he hums like your answer amused him more than it should. “okay, your turn.”

you lean closer, almost cheekily. “is it cheating if i answered another guy’s facetime call late at night?”

his smirk instantly drops at your question before he snaps out a quick ‘yes.’

you bite back a laugh. “wow… no hesitation.”

“don’t play dumb with me.” his voice sharpens even as he tries to play it cool, but the twitch in his eyebrow gives him away immediately.

“is it cheating if i followed a bunch of random girls on insta and liked all of their pictures too?”

you knew he was trying to get a rise out of you, so you put on your best poker face before answering, “no.”

kaiser freezes. “… what do you mean no??”

“no as in it’s not cheating.” you keep your expression blank while staring him straight in the eye as though it doesn’t bother you one bit.

his jaw flexes. “so let me get this straight... you’re okay with me following and liking a bunch of random girls’ pictures?”

“it’s really not that deep and i’m not that insecure. anyway, my turn…” you tap your fingers lazily on the table while pretending to think of something to say, and then —

“is it cheating if i went out to dinner with another guy and didn’t let you know?”

he glares at you like you’ve lost your mind, fingers raking through his hair. “liebling, do you want me to lose my fucking shit right now?”

you smile innocently, “just answer the question.”

he leans in, voice low, “yes. yes.” his eyes narrow into slits. “i know what you’re trying to do. you’re—” he cuts himself off before muttering all kinds of german curses under his breath.

you can’t hold it in anymore, bursting out in laughter as you tug at his arm to make him look at you.

“babee it’s just a prank… relax!”

he exhales loudly, throwing his head back with a heavy sigh. “unbelievable… i was about to go insane just picturing you on a date with another guy.”

“pfft sooo dramatic,” you teased, before leaning in to plant a trail of light kisses all over his cheeks.

“dramatic?” his usual smirk returns as he suddenly flips you onto your back against the couch, caging you in with his weight.

“you’re lucky i love you, or else i’d show you exactly what happens when you even think about cheating on me.”

© itoshiierae 2025 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ please do not modify or repost my content onto any other platforms.

✶ p.s: divider credits to strangergraphics ✶

[malikazz243]

⌗ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 !

sum. an insider’s look at suna rintaro & the many hoes on his phone.

notes. fboy!suna. college au! slight mature content warning! this has been rotting in my drafts since may, enjoy lol

❥ BONUS !

© HEARTKAJI 2O25. do not copy, edit, translate or re-upload

[malikazz243]

"Oh my god, guess what I heard earlier?"

Never one to back down from hearing tea, Atsumu raises an eyebrow.

"What?"

"I overheard Rin talking to Samu earlier and he was telling him about how one of his friends said he'd eat his female best friend's ass for 'breakfast, lunch and dinner.'"

Immediately Atsumu's smile drops but you don't notice, too immersed in your rant.

"Which is crazy, because who talks about their friends like that? If they're best friends she clearly trusts him and he's going behind her back and objectifying her!"

Mutely he nods along, and you take his nod as a sign of his agreement.

"Like, who talks like that?! I mean obviously you wouldn't, but do most men talk about their female friends like that?!"

Realizing you're expecting an answer, he clears his throat.

"Nah, of course not. Just the gross ones."

Meanwhile he knows full well that he's the friend in question that Suna was talking about.

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🌙MDNI

Divider credit: @strangergraphics

Imagining if suguru never defected and you had gotten into a relationship with him. He was always so sweet, and held your hand, but satoru got jealous because that was HIS best friend. So in thie midst of you making out one evening in sugurus office, Satoru busts into Sugurus room to talk to him about you.

"Suguru I can't stand that girlfriend of yours!"

Both you and suguru look at satoru and you feel your heart drop in your chest. He didn't like you? What did you do wrong?

That was soon forgotten though as suguru had satoru down on his knees eating you out like you were his last meal. Your body leaned back against suguru as he leaned on his desk.

"You made her feel bad, apologize. Tell her how sorry you are."

Suguru would coo as he pulled satoru closer to your sopping cunt, and he ate like he was starved. A few mumbled 'im sorry' made it's way to your ears, but none of that mattered. Soon suguru stopped coaching him and began to kiss, suck, lick, and bit your neck.

Whispering things like,

"Tell him how good it is baby," or "he's really sorry, can't you tell?" Sometimes "he's being so good for you, and your being so good for me."

Suguru would moan and grind into your backside, and soon you were coming and coming hard.

That night you left the office more than satisfied.

Let's just say you three are inseparable now, and satoru is quite fond of you.

[malikazz243]

he doesn't post you for girlfriend's day

pairing: atsumu x reader

cw/tw: angst D=

wc: 1.5k

a/n: i'm sorry atsumu. i promise this isnt targeted. his personality just makes it really easy to write him as a bad boyfriend. happy belated gf's day to every girl out there regardless of relationship status. your friends love you!

August 1

7:39 PM

You drag your finger down the screen, staring down the loading circle as it spins round and round before it disappears. You sigh at the lack of notifications. The day was a hard one with the stress of upcoming deadlines, but they were the last thing you could focus on. Instead, you watch the clock as the minutes tick past.

9:14 PM

Your eyes drift down to your phone for the 16th time in the past hour. Its black screen reflects your frustrated face back to you. It was silly to be so ruffled over this, you tell yourself. It was just a stupid made up “holiday” and you had no reason to be upset. However, your heart still burns at the thought of Atsumu ignoring the various girlfriend day stories his friends posted. You turn your attention back to the irritatingly bright laptop screen in front of you.

10:37 PM

Your phone rings with a notification and you jump from the couch to grab it from the table next to you. Your heart beats in anticipation, hoping to catch a glimpse of his name and the adorable picture you had chosen for his contact. The racing of your heart turns into a rush of disappointment when you see it was just your friend sending a TikTok with too many laughing emojis to count. Your hand rubs on your cheeks and you want to scream. You want to throw a fit and cry and rip your pillows apart. The weight of defeat begins to drag down at your shoulders but you resist. There’s still about an hour and a half before the day is done.

11:06 PM

Your phone is warm from gripping it like it owes you money and watching too many YouTube videos and. You sigh, plug in your phone, and lay your head down on your pillow. The disappointment hasn’t gotten any lighter. In the darkness of your room, you close your eyes and hope you can sleep the pain away.

11:36 PM

You can’t sleep. Your heart is beating too fast for your mind to shut down properly. You take a peek at the digital clock on your night stand. 24 minutes. Though you know it’s not happening, you still foolishly hope that Atsumu will pull through and surprise you.

11:42 PM

You’ve given up on rest. At this point, you just hope that your body will let go of hope when midnight strikes so you can finally fall asleep. However, your mind races with insecure thoughts. Why hasn’t he posted anything? More importantly, why hasn’t he said anything at all? It would be better if he didn’t know, to be honest. At least you would be able to give him the benefit of the doubt but you know you’ve reached your limit. You had given him enough chances.

August 2

12:00 AM

Your tears fall from the corners of your eyes, tracing their way around your ears. The waiting is over, yet you don’t feel any bit of relief. Rather, now the heaviness of what you’ve decided comes next sits on your chest. You grab your phone, check it one last time, and smile bitterly when his profile stays empty of the pink circle.

10:23 AM

You find it a bit ridiculous. Your phone shouldn’t have the power to send your adrenaline into overdrive but while your finger hovers over send, your mind tries to drag up any last excuse you can make for him. Maybe he was tired, and he completely passed out when he got home. Maybe his phone ran out of battery halfway through the day. He did have a habit of forgetting to charge it. But you know better. You hit send and watch the text bubble rise.

“we need to talk”

You want to burst into tears when he replies a few minutes later with “wanna call?”

Your fingers shake while you type out your response.

“I’ll come to your apartment”

He sends a thumbs up.

10:54 AM

Every muscle in your body is straining to stop you from screaming and yelling. “No, ‘Tsumu, it’s not just about the post! It’s everything that’s been happening!”

He matches your tone and pulls at his blond hair. “I don’t get it! Do you want me to post it or not?” His eyes are fixated on your painful grimace.

“It’s too late! The day’s already over,” you cry. “There’s no point of you doing it anymore.”

“Then what do you want me to do? Why are we even having this argument?” Atsumu groans. Yesterday, he passed out immediately after practice and woke up after receiving your text, confused and admittedly quite nervous. You were always patient with him, and he knows he’s been walking on a tightrope.

He knows that the scarce dates, the silence between texts, and the forgotten birthdays had been piling up on you. Hell, he barely had time to celebrate his own birthday. Instead, he opted to have a quick drink with his teammates during a game abroad despite the happy birthday text you sent at midnight. He told himself every time that he would get back to you when his hands weren’t full, but he was always either too tired or simply forgot. He really didn’t mean to put you through all this but as an athlete, he didn’t have the luxury of stopping.

You truly thought you’d be able to handle it. As long as the love was there, nothing would be able to get between you and him. You knew a relationship with Atsumu would be different from a typical one, but somewhere along the way, he had pulled too far ahead. When you adapted to his schedule, it would change. There were more practice sessions or physical therapy sessions. And when you adapted to that schedule, it would change again. Every time he apologized for his late reply, you cried less. Before long, “sorry” lost its meaning.

He avoids your teary eyes and averts his gaze to the pillow beside you. You do the same.

“You’re always so busy. You don’t even have time to think about me.”

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” he says but he knows how futile it is. He should’ve done something about it weeks, even months, ago.

“Sometimes I wonder if you even want me here anymore, if you still love me.” Your tears fall faster, racing down to your chin. All the hurt that had been growing and tangling finally allows itself to unravel.

“Of course I do,” he sighs. He can feel his head getting heavier and the sound of his heartbeat getting louder. “It’s just been hard.”

“You give your all into your training and work, and when you get home there’s nothing left for me. All I get are the scraps, if there are any at all.”

“I can’t give up either of those. You know that.”

“Then what am I still doing here?”

He doesn’t answer. His sniffles grow louder, and you realize. Atsumu is trying to stop himself from crying. In front of you sits the man you have loved for years, yet it’s difficult to reconcile the fact that you’re the reason he’s crying with all the care he’s shown you before cracks started to show. You remember the third date when he asked if he could hold your hand and when you jokingly rejected, he was visibly disappointed for the rest of it. You remember the first fight. He had slept in, forgetting he was supposed to pick you up for a date at the aquarium. You were annoyed, sure, but it dissipated when he showed up at your door with treats from a bakery and a nervous smile. Still, you pretended to be upset so he would pamper you with affection.

You hate being angry at him. Of course you do. You love him and you don’t want to be upset with him but you can’t handle the loneliness anymore. You have to stop the suffocation of neglect from turning into resentment.

“I understand if you’re done. I know it’s unfair to you.” He finally looks at you, eyes full to the brim with adoration and anguish. How can a person love you so much yet break you beyond repair? “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you more. I just wanted you to be happy and I lost track of things. I know it hasn’t been easy for you. You’ve been nothing but patient with me and—"

You stand, make your way to the couch he sits on, and wrap your arms around him. He instinctively fits his head into the crook of your neck and sobs. “I’m sorry it has to be this way. I know you love me very much,” you whisper into his hair. You can feel him sharply breathing in and out. For once Atsumu is quiet, barring his cries, and allows himself to lean on you. The great Miya Atsumu has been brought down to his knees by the second greatest love in his life.

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gynaecologist!satoru—under the white coat, in between your thighs.

Just a checkup. That’s it.

That’s what you tried to tell yourself—atleast.

Another sharp intake of breath emits from you while you shift on the papery covering of the examination bed—crumpling slightly under your weight. You shift your eyes to the right— sneaking probably the fifth glance at him since you’d came in here.

The sound of revolving chair wheels moving approach you—causing you to lift your head up

“Just an inspection, nothing more. Could you remove your undergarments?” Latex gloves slap against his wrist as his languid fingers stretches them out—

You had to admit—this new hotshot gynaecologist was worth every dirty remark the nurses had been gossiping about in the waiting room—

—Was now a good time to be feeling wet?

“—Miss.” Sharp—pristine teeth flash an almost cocky smile at you, snapping you out of your dirty thought spiral.

“Your undergarments—take them off, please.” He reminds you with the remnants of that ridiculously fuckable face. Oh right, an inspection—right?

He draws the curtains—he really didn’t have to.

You nod—heat had it’s firey tendrils clawing at your lower extremities—for a reason that was becoming progressively visible inside your pussy. Soaked—and pulsing softly. Damn he had some charm.

Softly slipping your pants off—hooking a finger onto the hem of your panties, slowly sliding them off and burying the blotched stained material under your pants, wrapping yourself with a linen towel and walking out of the curtain.

There he was, sitting there near the examination bed—hawking at your walk and the way you crossed your legs when you sat on the bed. A subtle grin passes over his coral pink lips

—Was he laughing at you?

Heat seeps down more fervently onto your pussy—feeling drops of arousal drip onto the bed.

“Alright—open your legs please.” His revolving chair on where he sat is right next to the bed where you lay on. You nod as you crack your legs apart, slightly.

“A bit more—“ He doesn’t finish his sentence before he does it himself. Nudging your legs open in a way that your clit felt the nip of the cold air in his room, swirling around your bud like someone was blowing on it.

You shudder—both because he was the one who nudged open your legs, and the way his damn aircon felt.

He chuckles at your reaction and you find yourself staring at his Adam’s apple bobbing for a bit too long.

It isn’t until you feel his latex hands on your thigh that you snap out of the shameless staring. You stiffen up as you feel him travel down slower—elastic fingers ghosting over like air as he reaches your mound.

“Deep breaths—might hurt, heh.” A stretchy finger aligns itself onto your entrance—almost like testing waters, you see him staring at the splot of arousal on his examination bed—another smile passes his face.

A finger sinks in.

Your walls cave around the digit, pulsing around it—before relaxing around it, gradually opening up. You had to bite back a squeal at how long his index was—just his index. Latex soaked in wet arousal and clear juices.

“Any sexual activity?” Satoru’s voice rings out like a bell once again, straying you away from how he added a second finger.

“No—fuck—“ You stammer, the feeling of being stretched out upon the arrival of a third and even more lengthier finger makes you curse obscenities. You clench your eyes shut.

“No? None?” A grin could be made out from that voice, and that turned you on more than you already were. You swallow, throat burying those moans that clawed to escape.

“No—no sexual activity—“ You rasp out once again. His fingers had gotten so deep in the span of five minutes—this wasn’t a goddamn inspection, he was fingerfucking you.

His gloved index kisses your cervix, your thighs tightening around him almost as if it refused his hand to let go. Trapping it there like it belongs buried in our heat mould.

“Not even now?” He gouges four fingers at once into your convulsing hole. A mop of white hair was visible from your blurry and teary eyesight, he was easing his fingers in deeper by flicking his wrist—watching as your eyes go back and back.

Well, his first patient was some pretty little thing with an even prettier pussy alright.

[malikazz243]

atsumu who blindly follows his gf’s orders

no warnings, just fluff and atsumu being whipped and stupid

—

it’s like a reflex to him, you ask him to do something and he’s on autopilot. obeying your request before he even realizes what he’s doing.

gently shaking him awake at night and in your lowest whisper asking, “i’m super thirsty, could you bring me some water please?”

you’re not even sure his eyes are fully open before he’s sleepily stumbling to the kitchen, returning with a full glass of ice water in hand.

“thank you,” you smile up at him, though he can’t see it in the darkness of your bedroom.

it’s not like he even registered your words anyways, nor will he have any recollection of this interaction the next morning.

or you’re standing in line with him at your favorite coffee shop before suddenly realizing you left your loyalty punch card in the glove compartment of his car.

“i almost forgot!” you gasp before hurriedly handing atsumu your purse and rushing out of the shop door and toward the parking lot.

a few moments later, you re-enter the cafe, relieved to see that it still wasn’t your turn to order and you hadn’t held up the line. atsumu’s eyes seem to have never left the menu. he stands still as he was before you left, continuing to study the extensive list of monthly specials.

“tsumu, my purse,” you say, waving your hands in front of him.

that seems to catch his attention. his brows furrow as he looks down at your open hand gesturing him to give you something, and for the first time he notices your purse in his grasp. when did he even take this from you?

atsumu is used to the usual teasing from his brother, but tonight his twin’s taunts seem a little more serious as he sits across from him at the counter of onigiri miya.

“you know, sometimes it seems like ____ has got you programmed or something,” osamu comments as he finishes bagging up his brother’s usual order.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i don’t know, it’s just sometimes i watch you two and it’s like you read her mind. do things before she even finishes asking,” he explains. “it’s not bad, just a little funny watching from the outside. didn’t know you’d be whipped like that.”

“i’m not whipped, dumbass,” atsumu scoffs. “thanks for the food, i’ll see you later.”

osamu just waves him off, he’ll figure it out sooner or later.

“honey, i’m home,” atsumu calls out, setting his keys on the hanger next to the door.

“be there in a second!”

atsumu busies himself plating up your meals while he waits for you. cracking open a can of your favorite sparking water and pouring it over some ice as the sound of your footsteps draws closer.

“tsumu can you get one of those cans out of the fridge and pou- oh you already did. perfect,” you smile, noticing the glass sitting neatly on the table next to your plate.

atsumu freezes in place, suddenly trying to recall what he’d even been doing for the past five minutes.

maybe his brother was right.

[malikazz243]

tw: satoruxgf!reader, somnophilia, 18+

Satoru wanted to nap, he had worked fifteen days straight and he needed some relief, some proper rest to diminish the bags collected beneath his eyes.

And there was only way he could nap, being inside of you.

So, he bundled the pair of you up in blankets, set you on the sofa, tugged you back into his lap and you knew what he wanted - no needed. Kissing under his jaw, his eyes already dazed and sleepy, you tugged your shorts and knickers off, digging your heels into the sofa by his knees, letting him ease his way inside so he could get some sleep. He deserved it after all.

Whispering his thank you’s into your cheek, he hugged you tight against him. Within five minutes sleep had claimed him, his breathing soft against your cheek. Knowing he was finding some peace, you focused on your TV show, leaving him be for as long as he needed it.

A few hours into his rest, he whined your name softly, but you brushed it off as a dream, barely thinking into it. Minutes of quiet passed before his hips shifted, a barely there thrust that you clenched around out of surprise, a little noise of content tickling his chin.

Was he dreaming about-

A deeper rut of his hips broke your thought process, a full moan leaving your lips as Satoru’s arms kept you still as he carried on, his body aware of what it wanted.

You.

Even asleep he kept his pace, deep, frenzied thrusts, his cheeks pinking as he subconsciously fucked you into a shaking mess.

“S-satoru.” You gasped, but he was useless, asleep and still under a spell for you, an aching want he couldn’t repress.

Mumbling your name, he mouthed at your neck, not awake enough to kiss you but aware enough he knew where to attack.

Arching into him, you were a dutiful girlfriend, letting him take whatever he needed from you with soft moans and no resistance in your bones. In fact, you found it awfully sweet your boyfriend was so aroused by you he could take you even in sleep.

“M’ pretty girl.” A sharp gasp clawed up your throat when he banded an arm around your waist and pushed you forward, stuffing your cheek into the couch as his hips snapped forward.

Snowy hair tickled your nape, cheek and shoulder, whines of pleasure and pants of ecstasy absorbed by your skin all while you pushed back for more, walls fluttering around his cock.

“C-come… wanna… inside… p-please sweets.”

A shiver ran down the length of your spine, your orgasm teasingly close. There was just something insanely hot about him begging you, pleading with you because of something he subconsciously wanted and could never have enough of.

Reaching down between your legs you circled your clit, as desperate for this orgasm as your sweet boyfriend was.

“Toru.” Your moan was raspy, loud and brimming with satisfaction as he hit that sweet spot inside of you that made you see stars.

Your orgasm was what tipped Satoru over, your warm walls fluttering around him, squeezing him so tight his body which was moving on autopilot couldn’t move. That was all it took for him to let go, for him to come deep inside you right against your womb like he wanted to claim you as his.

Sweat beaded on your forehead, tired pants tumbling from your lips one after the other, and Satoru? Well he was breathing softly, the most content smile on his lips as he fell onto his side, taking a now sleepy you with him.

Of course, he didn’t pull out, and you made no move to make him do such a thing either.

[malikazz243]

18+, minors dni

it started off innocent.

really, he swears. scout’s honor.

sunday morning, satoru had only been watching you sleep (totally not creepy, he’s your boyfriend!), light snores and your cheek squished against your pillow. the sun was in the room, snuck in through the curtains that neither of you bothered to properly close last night in your haste to undress each other.

sunlight warming your skin, caressing your face, glowing around your messy haloed hair makes you look like an angel—it’s a sight.

then the sun moves, and suddenly he’s half hard.

it started off innocent, it really did.

rays of light traveled south, sliding across the marks he left all over your neck and collarbone, dancing over the top of your breasts still hidden by the duvet, tiptoeing further downward until they reach your legs, one naked thigh slipping out from under the covers to be kissed by golden hues.

now he’s got it standing at full attention, throbbing to the point that he has to give it a couple strokes to relieve something.

it’s only been hours since he had you, yet you’re tempting him again. you’re not even awake, but he’s already putty in your hands.

do you even know that all his desires carry your name?

satoru shifts, moves until he’s draped over you, chest pressed to chest, his length grinding on where you’re the warmest. “babyyy,” he whines, mouthing at your neck, biting and licking until you squirm to life with an annoyed moan.

“hmm, ‘toru?”

there’s the blood rushing to his dick again.

“‘m sorry, angel. wake up, please. need you... need to eat.”

you feel him before you even see him, bleary eyes fluttering open when his hand finds your heated core, his deft fingers greeting your clit without much of a search. his body shuffles lower, pausing briefly at your tits to squeeze them with his free hand. he sucks a nipple into his mouth, smirking triumphantly when he hears you gasp.

“‘toru...”

his poor baby. you must still be so tired after what he put you through last night.

“hmm?” he bites softly on the bud, then lets it go with a wet pop. he continues venturing southward, pleased when you widen your legs, kicking away the duvet to make room for him.

“you didn’t have to wake me. i would’ve let you.”

“i know.” he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, cerulean eyes catching your sleepy gaze where he peers up from between your legs, close to his own personal heaven. “but i wanted you to feel it.”

[malikazz243]

Farting with the jjk men :D

What happens when they accidentally fart in front of you?

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro and bonus... Masamichi Yaga?!

Gojo Satoru:

It was your first date.

That day was possibly the beginning of your relationship. That day was the start of everything to come, and it had to be perfect.

And Gojo Satoru did good, very much so, until he had to end the date in the classic way. The kiss.

The summers night breeze was caressing your skins as you walked the streets unhurriedly, happy, together.

"Satoru I had so much fun tonight, thank you." You genuinely admitted to him, who was smiling the whole time. Both because he loved you much and because he had to hide his slightly panicked self.

"Don't thank me pretty, the feelings mutual."

You just returned the smile and kept walking forward, approaching your house step by step.

Oh, right. That's why you both walked as if time would make an exception for you and slow down. You didn't want this night to end. But it's getting late, so..

You turned around and pointed. "This is my house."

"Mhm, I know." Satoru stayed silent a bit, as if it would make a difference. "Want to leave me already?" He joked, trying to stretch the moment.

"Noo, of course not! I like being with you. But, you know-"

He chuckled. "Don't worry I'm joking." He said and took a small step to get closer to you.

A knowing silence took over.

This is it. It's prefect. Just the two of you, the moon and the air. This is the moment, the moment he knew he had to make the first move and kiss you. It's finally here. This is it. This is it. This is it!

"Oh my days my stomach feels weird.." Anxiety was eating Satoru alive, and he felt his insides squirm. "Do not mess this up buddy. Do not. mess. up." He mentally warned himself.

You made eye contact. Patient eagerness from your side, lovesick "do not screw this up" from his.

He bent down to reach your level, eyes lowering to look at your lips, and finally kissed you. Simply, gently, lovely, with his heart fluttering by the taste of your addicting lips and his hands wrapping your body.

And the moment was truly perfect, cinematically romantic, just how he wanted it to be. He felt so relieved nothing went wro-

Brrrrp.

Everything stopped moving. The air froze, the trees stilled, and Satorus soul left his body.

His eyes snapped open. Wide. Horrified.

You opened your eyes too, surprised at what had just happened. He pulled away and almost started crying while blushing from embarrassment.

And you? You couldn't help but laugh. The timing of the fart, his face, it was just too funny not to.

His hand found his mouth, and he started apologizing with a scared whine. Poor man...

"Oh my gosh.. I'm so sorry.. I'm so sorry!! Oh my gosh.. This is so bad... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!! I don't know how!- I was anxious!- Aægh.." His usual bright blue eyes gone, replaced with a greyish blue that screamed dread.

But you couldn't stop laughing and wheezing, making Satoru even more ashamed, hands covering his face as he took some steps back.

"Please stop laughing this is so embarrassing I'm going to die.."

Despite trying to, you just couldn't. You began crouching, losing strength from how much you were here laughing despite not wanting to, because you knew it didn't help him at all.

"I'm sorry I don't want to!! HAHAAÆÆ! Please don't- it's okay Satoru, it's okayy!!!"

"NO IT'S NOT!? I LITERALLY FARTED AND RUINED EVERYTHING!!!" He yelled, expression painted with misery and trauma.

"It's okayyyy!! Reallyy!!" You said once more with a soothing tone, trying to make him feel better, probably not working though.

"Aægh.." He cried and teleported away, disappearing from your sight, which made you laugh harder. You had to support yourself to the wall beside you in order to not fall on the floor.

Well, safe to say is that to this day, that date is your favorite and the most unique you ever had, even if Satoru wants the earth to swallow him whole everytime you bring it up.

Bonus: He made sure to never fart in front of you ever again. Plus, he tried to forget that haunting moment but to no avail.

Geto Suguru:

It was your birthday.

Unlike before, this year you decided to celebrate it only with him, a cake with many candles and your sweet home.

You were sat in the couch of the living room, lights purposely closed as Suguru made his way carefully to you, bringing the cake you ordered.

A gentle smile was dressing his face, and you noticed something that made your already great mood even better. Everything was just how you wanted to.

"Aww you lit the candles!" You said touched, because he remembered that lighting them one by one it's the only part in your special day that bores you since putting two numbers isn't to your liking. The brighter the better.

"Of course sweetheart, you only have to make a wish."

You giggled. "So sweet of you."

Suguru slowly lowered himself to place the cake down. "It's nothing, real-"

Prrfff.

He froze in a squatting position, cake still in his hands, floating just above the table, and expression... well, rightfully wide eyed with his mouth slightly open, shocked from the unexpected fart.

You said nothing for a few seconds, silence filling the room. He finally set the cake down and took a seat to the armchair behind him. He hang his head low and put his hands on it to support it, like his company had just gone bankrupt.

"Wow. You almost blew out the candles bro."

He gave you a warning look.

"Your hair probably swayed from the force of it."

"Im gonna kill you."

You sighed dramatically. "What a great birthday present." But despite the threatening words he obviously didn't mean, you could see his cheeks having a pink hue on them, making his attempt to look angry at your jokes unsuccessful.

You couldn't help but laugh a bit. "It's okay baby, I know you didn't want to. I just hope you didn't poison the cake."

"Y/N!!!"

You laughed hard, wholeheartedly, and after Suguru regained his composure, you did the same cute ritual most people do on their birthdays, and later you opened the presents he bought you, making you happy like he always did.

Bonus: He had to pinch your cheeks enough to hurt a little because you kept throwing fart jokes here and there.

Nanami Kento:

It was the simple, usual Sunday morning.

His house, the spacious living room, him reading a book accompanied by a black coffee and you scrolling on your phone eating something sweet.

Domestic moments yeah? Well, domestic has another side too.

"Kentoo, could you please give me a glass of the orange juice we have left on the fridge? I may be too bored to get up right now."

He looked at you and closed the book, not forgetting to place the bookmark you gave him. Pink with flowers, totally opposite to his style but he used it anyways, because it was something precious to him.

"Sure honey." He said gently and got up, heading to the kitchen.

Not even one minute later, he brought it to you and went back to reading a book you didn't know what it was about but you could say for sure it was something too "serious" for you.

"Thank you babyy."

"No problem." He smiled gently, and as he flipped a page..

Br.

One single fart was heard.

Kento stopped breathing for a second, you could see it, but then he continued as if nothing happened.

You cancelled the bite you were ready to take. "Uh.. Kento?"

There was no problem with the fart the left his body, it's natural and you were more than sure it was accidental. What surprised you is that he didn't say sorry. Where's the politeness he was known for and you fell for?!

"Yes?" He answered too casual.

"Uh.. you just..farted? Which is okay you know- but- you know.."

"It was the page flipping." He lied. Or tried to. It was awful either way.

"That was the sound of a page flipping?" You asked with a face blank in disbelief.

"It seems so."

"What seems so is that you farted and flipped a page in synchronization."

He exhaled disappointed, closed the book, placed it in the table in front of you and stood up. "You're right, I farted. It was accidental but still so shocking and embarrassing, I couldn't accept the fact that I did it, so I lied. I'm sorry for farting. I'm sorry for lying. I'll take my leave now."

And with that, he started calmly walking away with robotic steps, closing the door behind him.

"What just happened?" You asked no one, confused as ever, and got up, walked to the balcony and looked for him in the street. A few seconds later you spotted him sitting like a scolded kid in a bench.

"What are you doing there?!" You yelled.

"I simply cannot stand the shame I brought on my self by doing that in front of you, so I decided to isolate myself!"

You ran a hand through your forehead and hair in distress. "Come back!!!"

Bonus: You had a talk with him about his reaction and agreed to just say sorry instead of literally walking out of the house.

Toji Fushiguro:

It was after a mission you two were assigned for.

You finished it some hours ago, target dead and gone, and decided to relax your tired bodies in a nearby hotel for the night. After showering, you laid on the bed next to eachother.

The mission was troublesome, but it was finally over.

"Did you call Shiu to tell him we're done?" You asked while eating the salt flavored chips you never forget to bring with and he never forget to steal some from you.

"Uh huh. Payments tomorrow morning." He replied and threw his hand around your shoulders.

"Greeat. Wanna go to that-"

BRRRRRP.

A big, loud fart interrupted your perfect idea for a good little vacation.

You sat on your butt at the speed of light, the bag of chips crunching in your hands. "Toji!!!"

He just stared at your soul without blinking.

"Toojii..." You titled your head forward, voice having a warning tone. "Do not. do that again-"

BBRRRRPARAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAAP!!!

"TOJI!!!" You yelled and got out of bed, throwing him the angriest glare you could at the moment, and of course without leaving the chips behind, you locked yourself in the bathroom.

But he just laughed, which made you even more angry at him.

"SHUT UP!!"

Bonus: Before he could fall asleep, you farted and trapped him under the blankets, earning a hard slap on your butt.

Masamichi Yaga:

It was a school meeting.

Nothing too serious but apparently enough to need you, Gojo and Nanami to be present.

All of you were seated in a small circle, listening carefully to what Yaga had to say while he held one of the resent dolls he made.

"And don't forget." He spoke with that seriousness only a principal like him could have. "It's absolutely important to-"

Pf.

An airy, almost silent fart escaped, causing him stop for a millisecond before he decided to keep talking, face still stern as ever.

"to keep this a secret from-"

Prr.

Now this one was loud enough to be heard, making all three of you still in awkwardness, looking at Yaga with mixed expressions of negative feelings.

Unbearable silence took over until the doll he was holding groaned angrily, wiggled itself free, glared at him and made its way awaay from him "Man.. this is unbelievable! I'm leaving!"

"Yeah." "Me too." "I'll follow."

Gojo, you and Nanami said to yourselves, but also eachother, in synchronization, agreeing with the doll. And so, you quickly exited the room, leaving Yaga with his farts and his other creations who, for unknown reasons, stayed.

Bonus: Yaga stayed unmoving and silent in the place you left him for 4 hours, staring off into space.

Don't steal my work. If there's a mistake pls correct me in the comments :)

[malikazz243]

Somno with Satoru Gojo

It's late when Satoru Gojo enters the penthouse, quietly shutting the door and taking off his jacket. He finds you fast asleep in your bed, a blanket on, lightly snoring. He smiles at just how cute you are, slipping that blanket down, a silky whisper on your skin.

Your tank is askew, one pretty tit out - shorts riding up, showing far too much of your plush thighs. He's already throbbing, aching for you, for the release - fuck he missed you. He should feel a little bad, but when you don't respond to his soft, experimental touches on your skin - it makes him harder.

Fingers trailing down your bare thighs, the little breaths and how you shift make him so hard. How pliant you are, head falling to the side, lips parted when he runs a thumb across them, watching the plush of them move under his touch.

You stir a bit when fingertips slip under that tank top you're wearing, slipping it down to reveal your pretty breasts, nipples flush and begging for his mouth. He leans down, watching your breasts rise and fall with deep breaths.

He sucks it into his mouth, tongue lapping circles slowly, sliding the top down along with your shorts, seeing goosebumps rise up on your skin while he bares your thighs, breath ghosting over your skin, mouth still stuck to your puffy nipple. He lets it go with a suctioned pop, seeing how your areola tightened just for him.

Slipping those shorts until you're completely bare for him, studying your pretty body and moaning softly. He should feel bad doing this, right? Enjoying you asleep this much - so much it concerns him, even if you wanted and asked, he didn't expect this, blue eyes just raking the sight of you in.

"I won't be wearing any panties."

Satoru didn't truly expect it to make him this hard from the sight, your already glistening pussy. Sliping those clothes down your legs, they fall to the floor, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them.

You murmur his name, making him smirk as he nips your skin with his sharp teeth, shoving those thighs apart, they fall so fucking easy, spreading your folds wide so he can see your little hole. He leans forward, running a finger down your slit, looking at you under snowy lashes to see you're still fast asleep, even as you drip.

Your cunt is even more pliant in your sleep, soaking wet with a few light touches, soft gasp when he slips a finger inside, gummy walls grip him in response. Your head falls to the side when he crooks that finger, feeling normally tight muscles lax.

He could get the tip of his cock in, but he needs to taste you first, pulling out his finger to suck on it, moaning under his breath. He palms his cock under his pants, gasping out at how hard he is, how sensitive already, your scent filling his senses.

"I want you to cum in me and everything."

You're a brat, really, edging him like that, making him feel so depraved for wanting to fuck your sleeping form.

"Fuck, what if I just put a baby inside you tonight?" He murmurs softly, leaning over you and caressing your cheek. You don't answer, still breathing slowly, so calmly while he chuckles. "Wonder if a mating press would wake you up, sweetheart."

Part of him is fine if you wake up, but another part loves this too much.

"Look at you," he whispers, kissing your lips that don't meet his, something he's never done. "You'll let me do anything like this, won't you?"

Satoru's cock leaks so much pre it's dripping. He stands, getting fully naked, cock so heavy and aching, thickening as it begs to enter you. He runs the tip of it down your slit, pressing and testing your pretty cunt, which is still too tight even like this.

"You're so tiny," he whispers to your cunt then, pressing a little kiss on your clit, parting your folds and spitting right on it, watching it drip down to your hole. "Can you take me like this?"

His words are a hum under his breath, swirling two fingers in his spit and your arousal. You're so pliant, so relaxed for him, hardly reacting aside from shaky little gasps, little movements.

Two long fingers slip deep, curling up to hit that spongy spot inside. Satoru's cock is slipping against the soft suede of your blankets, fucking against it, your soppy cunt making so much noise. Swirling wetness making a mess while it slips down his fingers, your hands resting at your sides, fingers curling just a bit.

Satoru leans down to flick his long tastebuds on your clit, you jerk - making him pause. He's always loved to lick you, but he's used to you fucking his face, screaming out.

Something about seeing you spread open and drooling is too much, thighs not even tensing, just staying open so obediently. Satoru flicks his tongue again, that clit twitches in response, begging for more, his fingertips press up on that spot in slick walls over and over while your slick drools down his chin.

"Can you squirt in your sleep?" He muses softly, you're lightly snoring even while his tongue drags circles, slower and with more pressure. "Mmm..."

You are so good for him, pretty cunt wide open for his fingers to pump in and out, still lost in your sleep. You're drooling out so much wetness it gets messy, clear arousal pouring down his hand while he moves.

"That's it," feeling your walls quiver around his thick digits. You're shifting a bit, whimpering softly, your cunt coating his tongue. He hits that spot once and you gush.

Satoru eases his fingers out, sucking on them to savor more of you, before he leans back up, testing how lax your pretty pussy has gotten with his cock, coating that hole with his precum. She opens right of for him, so warm and velvety, he sucks in a breath when you stir just a bit, his heart pounding.

The challenge, of fucking you like this, gentle and ever so easy until his cock slides deeper - Satoru studies your pretty face while he starts fucking into you gently.

His hips start moving quicker, your little gasps urging him on, as he sinks impossibly deeper in your slutty little hole, so ready she's milking him. His leaky tip presses on your cervix, your eyes open for another moment, mumbling a sleepy Satoru before passing back out.

Fuck you're so pliant- so pretty.

He lifts your thighs and shoves so deep, and you lay wide open for more.

"Takin' all of me like this?" his voice is just a breath, while he presses a kiss on your lips, lax underneath him. "You want all my cum, don't you sweetheart?"

Your answer is a little shaky breath and your brows drawn together, Satoru keeps his strokes lazy and slow, looking down as he presses on your thighs, cock glistening with all that slick, a creamy ring forming at the base of his cock with each pump.

"You're cummin' in your sleep, hah - so slutty." the evidence of how much your cunt loves him pours down that length.

"T-toru," your gasp has his eyes locked back up, but you're still out of it, just writhing a bit, trying to turn to your side to snuggle like you don't have an eight inch cock in you.

He smiles at how cute you are, before groaning out, your spasming cunt starting to pulse. "Can't wait anymore, need to fill you - don't worry I'll give you so much."

You're still pliant and soft, letting him plow your tiny little abused hole, until Satoru feels his cock throb and release so much inside you. Busting his sticky white ropes, they coat every inch, resting his head against the pillow next to you.

"You took it all, you're so good even now f'me," he whispers, kissing you messy, your answer is your nails gently pressing into his back, gasping out his name like he's fucking you in a dream. He smiles and leans back, pulling out of your hole and groaning at the sight. "Oh, you're wasting it."

He shoves two fingers inside your hole now, making you stir more, shushing you with another kiss, lining his sensitive tip and rubbing it again. You're waking up as he does, hearing his little whimper, with his tongue in your mouth, his cock already pressing back against your now very sore hole.

"Ngh..." You pull back, blinking all sleepy at him, and Satoru tenses. Perhaps he had too much fun. "Toru, did you..."

He pulls back and has the audacity to blush. "I may have gotten carried away..."

You're yawning and looking down to see him spread your thighs, you lean up and watch a trail of his cum leaking out, white against your slick skin. You touch it, lapping at your fingers sleepily, yawning even as he desperately sucks his own cum off them.

"Did you like it, me asleep?" You tease softly.

"Maybe too much," it's not long before Satoru's fucking you right back to sleep.

This won the poll hehe - Satosugu x you next 😌