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nerd bf satoru helping you study with a reward

cw ؛ making you recite what he thought you while he eats you out

“need help with that, ma?” satoru's voice is a sly, teasing lilt, cutting through the quiet of your bedroom, he’s sprawled on the bed, glasses perched low on his nose, a textbook open but ignored, his eyes glinting with mischief as he watches you.

you’re at the desk, brows furrowed, pen between your lips, deeply focused on a calculus problem that’s been kicking your ass for days.

your mouth parts in a small oh, and fuck, you feel a flutter in your stomach at his words, heat creeping up your cheeks.

“satoru, dont—im trying to focus.” you mutter, but you can’t hide the way your thighs press together under the desk.

you’ve been begging him for study help all week—your nerdy boyfriend’s a math genius, after all—but he’s been dodging, claiming he’s “too busy” with his own work.

now, though, he’s clearly in the mood to play, he grins, pushing off the bed to saunter over. “tryin’? looks more like struggling, baby.” he teases, leaning over your shoulder, his breath hot against your ear.

his fingers brush your pen, plucking it from your lips, and he smirks. “c’mon, let your genius boyfriend save the day. what’s got you so worked up?” you huff, embarrassed but desperate.

“it’s this damn integral..” you say, pointing at the scribbled mess on your notebook. “i've been at it for hours.”

“hours?” he raises an eyebrow, sliding into the chair next to you, his knee brushing yours. “and you didn’t call me sooner? thought you were tougher than that.” his hand rests on your thigh. “alright, then, let’s make a deal. i’ll teach you, but you gotta earn it.”

“earn it?” you echo, your stomach flipping again. “satoru, i've been begging you for days!” he laughs, his hand squeezing your thigh. “yeah, and it’s cute, but i'm thinkin’ you need a little… motivation.” he pulls your chair closer, his lips grazing your jaw.

“here’s the deal. i explain this shit, and you repeat it back to me later. every mistake? i’m gonna make you moan it out. sound good?”

your breath hitches, heat pooling between your legs. “sounds like a jerk move.” you mutter, but you’re already nodding, too turned on to argue. “thought so.” he says, smirking, and dives into the problem, his voice clear and confident as he breaks down the integral step-by-step.

he’s good—too good—his explanations making the math click in a way your professor’s never could, you’re scribbling notes, trying to focus, but his hand keeps stroking your thigh, creeping higher, and it’s driving you crazy.

“got it?” he asks after ten minutes, leaning back, his glasses glinting. “or you need me to go slower, baby?”

“i.. think i got it.” you say, voice uncertain, your pen tapping nervously. “but you’re distracting me.”

“me? distracting?�� he gasps but his hand slides under your skirt, fingers brushing the damp spot on your panties. “is this how im distracting you, baby?”

“satoru!” you whine, cheeks burning, but your hips shift, chasing his touch, he chuckles, and before you can protest, he’s tugging you out of the chair and onto the bed, your notebook forgotten.

“time to test you, baby.” he says, pushing you onto your back, his body looming over yours. “but first..” he hooks his fingers in your panties, sliding them down, the cool air hitting your slick folds.

you groan, as he spreads your thighs, his lips brushing your inner thigh. “gonna eat you out, ma, but you’re gonna learn what i taught you.”

“satoru, wait—” you start, but his tongue flicks over your clit, and you moan, loud and desperate, your hands flying to his hair.

he groans against you, the vibration making you gasp, his tongue swirling slowly, teasing circles that have your eyes fluttering shut.

“fuck, you taste so good.” he murmurs, voice muffled, his glasses fogging slightly as he dives in deeper, his lips suck gently, then harder, his tongue dragging along your folds, lapping up your slickness.

“but you gotta talk, baby. what’s the first step of that integral?” you whimper, your brain foggy with pleasure. “i—fuck, satoru, i can’t think—”

“wrong answer.” he grunts, his teeth grazing your clit, making you yelp. “try again, or im stoppin’.” his fingers slide to your entrance, one slipping in, stretching you, and you moan louder, hips bucking.

“It’s.. hmp... u-substitution..” you gasp, tugging his hair, and he hums, approving, his tongue flicking faster. “good girl..” he chuckles, adding another finger, pumping slow. “what’s the substitution? c’mon, moan it out.”

“satoru, please..” you whine as his fingers curl, hitting that spot that makes you tremble. “it’s… u equals… fuck… x squared plus one.”

“fuck, yeah,” he groans, his tongue diving deeper, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. “so smart, baby, keep goin’. what’s next?” tou’re panting, tears pricking your eyes as the pleasure builds, his mouth and fingers relentless.

“differentiate...mph... du equals two-x dx,” you moan, your voice loud and needy, echoing in the room. “perfect..” he growls, sucking your clit hard, his fingers thrusting faster. “one more, baby. solve it. tell me the final form.”

“fuck, satoru!” you cry, your body shaking, so close to the edge. “it’s.. one over two.. natural log of.. u... plus c..”

“goddamn, you’re hot when you’re smart.” he mutters, his tongue swirling furiously now, his fingers pounding your pussy, slick sounds filling the air. “cum for me, baby. scream it.”

“satoru!” you wail, your orgasm crashing through you, your walls clenching around his fingers, your moans loud and unbroken as you cum, trembling under his mouth.

he laps you through it, groaning at your taste, his tongue slowing but not stopping until you’re a whimpering mess, he pulls back, lips glistening, glasses slightly askew, and grins, all cocky satisfaction.

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whining to kento how much you missed him while he's literally inside you

“kento…” your voice is a soft hum, lips brushing his sharp jawline as you kiss him, needy and trembling.

you’re pressed beneath him on the bed, his broad frame caging you as his cock fills you, stretching you with every slow passionate thrust.

nanami grunts, a low rumble in his chest, and thrusts deeper, his palm sliding up to grip your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp.

“hmm?” he hums as he tilts his head, eyes catching yours in the dim light, your hands clutch his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, and you whine, the sound spilling out as his hips rock into you.

“missed you… hmp… missed you so much…” he groans, deep and throaty, his thrusts picking up speed, each one hitting harder, making your body jolt against the sheets.

his lips find the tip of your chin, kissing it softly before tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “mh yeah? missed me, honey?” you nod, breathless, your eyes glassy as you look up at him. “yeah,” you pant, voice breaking into another whine as he thrusts again, his cock dragging against your walls, sending sparks through your body.

“been gone too long, kento.. fuck i missed you.” he’d been away for weeks, buried in overtime at that damn office, leaving you alone in your apartment.

you’d spent nights curled up in his shirts, texting him late, your messages growing needier until he finally came home tonight.

but now? Now he’s here, inside you, making up for lost time, and you’re not holding back.

“shit,” he mutters, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to make you moan. “you missed me that much, huh?” his hips snap faster, the bed creaking under his rhythm, and you cry out, your legs trembling around his waist. “tell me, honey, what’d you miss most?”

“everything,” you gasp, your voice a mess of whines and moans as he thrusts deeper. “your voice, your hands, your… hmp… your smell, just—you.” he groans again, his lips curling into a slight, cheeky smirk.

“everything?” he leans closer, kissing your jaw, his breath hot against your skin. “you’re makin’ it real hard to stay gentle, sweetheart.” his thrusts are harder now, but still measured, each one hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“kento, i–” you cut off with a moan, his cock driving deeper, your walls clenching tight. “i just… needed you so bad.” your words are desperate, hands sliding to his back, nails raking his skin as you pull him closer.

“fuck, my love..” he growls. “needed you too. all those nights, thinkin’ about you like this…” he tugs your hair again, tilting your face to his, and kisses you hard, all teeth and desperation.

“tell me more. wanna hear it.” you whimper, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity, the longing you’ve carried for weeks spilling out.

“missed your—your arms around me,” you pant, his thrusts making your words stumble. “missed your voice… tellin’ me im yours.”

“you are mine,” he says, his hips snapping harder now, pushing you closer to the edge. “say it. who do you belong to?”

“you!” you moaned louder as he thrusts relentlessly, his cock filling you perfectly.

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suguru tying you up and making you watch him jerk his self off

suguru always found it annoying how you're obviously trying to get up on his nerves all the time.

every time you pass him, you let your hips sway, brushing your ass against his cock through his pants, then feeling like you just achieved something hearinghis sharp intake of breath.

you’d flash him those teasing smirks, eyes glinting with mischief, knowing he can’t do anything in public.

a quick graze of your hand on his thigh during a meeting, a suggestive glance when no one’s looking, and he’s been simmering, his eyes narrowing each time, his jaw tightening, but you kept pushing, loving the way you could unravel him.

now, he’s had enough.

the bedroom door slams shut behind you as he drags you inside, making sure you felt how frustrated he is the way he gripped your wrist.

the thing is, your stomach is coiling from excitement, i mean? this is it right? he'll fuck you into oblivion and all you will have to do is whine out.

but then, he pushes you into a chair, pulling a rope from the drawer, tying your wrists behind you, then your ankles to the chair, securing you tight.

“you think you can tease me all day and get away with it?” he clicked his tounge, those pretty eyes locked on yours, he steps back, watching your confused expression. you definitely didn't expect this.

“suguru?” you murmur, shamefully, your body was already reacting, heat pooling as you tug at the ropes, the burning sensation biting into your skin.

“I was just… having fun...” you pout lips twitching into a smirk, but it falters under his gaze. “fun, huh?” he chuckles, voice dripping with sarcasm, plopping down on the bed across from you, his long legs spread, shirt unbuttoned, revealing the lean muscle of his chest.

“let’s see how fun you think this is.” he unzips his pants, slowly, pulling out his already hard cock as his hand wrapped around it.

this bastard made sure to never leave his eyes on you.

“won't it be fun to watch me fuck myself, darling?” his grin is mean like he knows what he's doing, he continues to stroke himself the tip of his cock slowly plopping out as he squeezes it.

you pressed your thighs together to somehow ease the aching on your core, you furrowed your eyebrows and breathe out.

“suguru, please..?” you whine, and he just smirks his hand moving faster, and it fueled the ache in your core more as it already was.

a low groan escaped his lips and you cant help but curse under your breath, he kept his eyes locked on you, drinking in your frustration.

he then gave you a apologetic smile, and threw his head back stroking it faster and you let out a low whimper, the tip of his cock glisten, and he purposely groaned louder meant to torment you.

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wouldn't it be funny to catch kento tripping?

you’re leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping coffee, the aroma of roasted beans filling the air, when it happens.

he’s striding through the doorway, adjusting his tie, his blonde hair neatly combed, brown eyes focused on the watch he’s fastening to his wrist.

his polished shoe catches on the edge of the rug, a tiny, stupid misstep. and he stumbles, just enough to make his broad shoulders lurch forward, his hand grabbing the doorframe to steady himself.

your eyes meet his, and you freeze, coffee mug halfway to your lips, caught in the rare, absurd sight of kento nanami, the man who faces curses without flinching, tripping over a rug.

his brows furrow, that familiar stern look settling in, but there’s a faint flush creeping up his neck, betraying him.

you don’t say a word, and neither does he.

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your husband kento fucking you in a daze

cw ؛ overstimulation. stress driven intimacy. penetrative sex.

your husband, kento, has been at it for hours, his body pressed against yours, his weight a steady anchor as he fucks you into the mattress.

the bed creaks under his rhythm, you knew he was stressed yet you didn’t dare say anything, letting him take what he needed, letting him pour his frustration into you, his cock filling you, stretching you, each thrust chasing away his pent up emotions.

but now, hours in, your body’s trembling, overstimulated, pleasure blurring into sensitivity, your core aching, your thighs shaking, and you can’t hold back anymore.

“kento...” you whine muffled against the pillow as you grip the sheets, your body arching, every thrust sending sparks of too-much pleasure through you.

“t—too much..” you gasp, your hands reaching back, pressing against his hips, trying to slow him, your body quivering, he pauses, just for a moment, his chest heaving, sweat beading on his brow, his eyes narrowing as they lock on your.

“mhh” he hums, his hand gripping your hip tighter, holding you in place. “you’ve been takin’ me so well, love. don’t tell me you can't be a good girl for me?” and instead of slowing, he thrusts harder, deeper, making you cry out, a sharp, desperate moan, your body jolting under him.

“kento! mhp-” you whimper, your nails digging into his arm, he groans, low, guttural, his hand on the headboard now, gripping hard, the wood creaking under his strength.

he growls, his lips kissing your neck, his hand sliding between you, fingers finding your clit, circling slowly, making you sob, your body convulsing, oversensitive but helpless under his touch.

“keep moanin’ for me, love. let me hear you.”

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guess who is moving blogs again 😟

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satoru is the type to be sending the most filthiest messages and you just squirm and roll around, thighs squeezing together because you know damn well he can do all of that.

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i wanna continue watching american horror story but its so late and im kinda a pussy

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everytime i open my inbox i see this one moot with the "guess the anon" message and i never get tired giggling at it

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asking toji to fuck you but he's so mean with it.

it started with a single plea, voice desperate, breaking the week long drought since he last touched you. “please… it’s been like a week…” you’d said.

and now you’re here, ass up, his cock buried deep, his thrusts hard each one making you gasp, your fingers clutching the sheets.

“toji...” you whine, voice muffled, face pressed into the pillow, the fabric damp with your breath, body rocking with his punishing pace.

he’s being mean, not cruel but sharp, he scoffs his hand sliding up your back, grabbing your chin, yanking it up, forcing you to look forward.

“fuck you hiding your face for?” he growls, his hips snapping harder, pounding deeper. “wanna see that pretty face when i fuck you, doll.”

you moan, your hands fisting the sheets, your face flushed, no longer hidden, his grip on your chin firm, keeping you exposed.

“damn right it’s good.” his free hand slapped your ass, not hard but enough to sting, making you gasp, your body jolting.

“beggin’ me after a week, huh? needy little thing.” he thrusts harder, his hand sliding from your chin to your throat, holding lightly. “c’mon, doll, louder. let me hear how bad you wanted this.”

“toji..” you cry, your body arching, pushing back against him, chasing the pleasure, his mean words only fueling your need, your moans spilling out, desperate, uncontrolled.

“fuck, please, don’t stop mhhpp—” you begged and he chuckles, leaning down, his chest pressed to your back.

“don’t stop? shit, you’re lucky i'm givin’ you this much,”

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@bluukive is literslly the sweetest bro (im pretty sure all of ya'll know that already) LOOK AT THE DRAWING SHE DID !!! literally so talented and perfect oml girl i love you so much <33 i'll give u the whole world if thats possible..

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kento's broad shoulder will always be your lifeline during missionary style.

“fuck, you feel so good..” he murmurs each word punctuated by a thrust that hits so deep you gasp, your fingers digging into the firm planes of his shoulders.

you cling to him nails biting into his flesh and he groans a rare crack in his stoic facade, his lips twitching into a faint smirk.

“holding on tight, aren’t you, love?”

“c-can’t help it..” you stammer voice breaking as he angles his hips, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur, your hands slide up gripping his shoulders harder, feeling the power in them as he holds himself above you, his thrusts growing sharper, more insistent.

“kento—fuck—you’re too much.” your words are half plea, half praise, and he leans down, his breath hot against your ear, making you shiver.

“too much?” he repeats voice dripping with that quiet confidence that drives you wild.

“you’re taking me so well, though.” his lips brush your jaw, then your neck, and he thrusts harder, deeper, the bedframe rattling as you moan, your thighs trembling around his waist.

“keep holding on, sweetheart. im not stopping.” you whimper, overwhelmed your body arching into him as he sets a brutal pace, each thrust sending shockwaves through you, your pussy clenching around him like you’re trying to pull him deeper.

[serikai]

do you have a masterlistttt

hi sweetie, in this blog i dont have one yet, i'll work on it if i get the time! you can check my old masterlist out with my old works if you want <33

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whats ur main tip to go viral, like time management and stuff ://

hi hun! to be honest i don't really know because i never been viral or stuff, but i think if you want your post to be viral try this tip made by my baby eden! @edensrose

also with my time management?? oh...well..right now i should be studying but guess what im doing....

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im so sorry i didnt clarify it properly !! i mean the font u use to write smuts/stories and so

ohhh okay i see! still im so sorry if i get this wrong again!! and im so bad at doing toturial omg... if u wanna do "this" you just have to long press that and then you will see in the bottom all the choices! im so sorry if i dont make sense right now, im studying currently and i just took a 5 min break.... pls tell me more if u dont get it!

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hii how do u add the fonts in ur tumblr posts? im kinda new to tumblr n iw post stuff w that font bc its soo pretty could u pls help me out

hiii sweetie! what fonts baby? is it the fonts in my tag?? if yes here it is! just copy and paste

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omg hi this is such a cute blog !

HII OMG URS TOO, MOOT ME UP RN 🫶🏻