yellowmooncat

[yellowmooncat]

you guys should be grateful for the food we’re abt to receive

@yellowmooncat has made me think of girl dad sae and rin and i fear a fic will be written now

[yellowmooncat]

what you know - r. sukuna [college au]

❦ ryomen sukuna x f!reader [ongoing series]

❝ you've heard his reputation and you've seen first-hand the way he's late to class if he even bothers to show up. paired with him for the most important project of the year, you choose to give him the benefit of the doubt- but maybe that's more than he deserves when your perfect grades depend on him, or maybe there's more to the aloof and irritable sukuna than meets the eye. ❞

❦ cw ; mdni, 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. use of cannabis. use of nicotine/cigarettes. angst. hurt/no comfort. hurt/comfort. minor injury. family trauma. smut. slow burn. anxiety. panic attacks. self-loathing. mentions of difficulty eating. legal drama (likely with inaccuracies). medical content. minor descriptions of wounds. tags will be updated as series continues.

❦ additional tags ; college parties and themes. sukuna ooc warning as this is a realistic take on modern sukuna. reader is fairly preppy and implied to be smaller than sukuna, but he's 6"11.

❦ taglist ; OPEN. please comment here if you would like to be tagged. age MUST be easily visible on your blog. if you've already requested to be on the taglist, i've got you <3

❦ words ; 350k+? estimated.

main masterlist || ao3 || wattpad || playlist

⋆ ch1 || fallen angel ⋆ ch2 || prom queen ⋆ ch3 || grade a(sshole) ⋆ ch4 || served ⋆ ch5 || hero ⋆ ch6 || intoxicated ⋆ ch7 || yuletide ⋆ ch8 || hysteria ⋆ ch9 || (ex) friends ⋆ ch10 || miscalculation ⋆ ch11 || scars ⋆ ch12 || too sweet ⋆ ch13 || tribulations ⋆ ch14 || trials ⋆ ch15 || aftermath ⋆ ch16 || sleepless nights ⋆ ch17 || ghosts ⋆ ch18 || blinding lights ⋆ ch19 || crash ⋆ ch20 || coming soon! ⋆ ch21 || coming soon! ⋆ ch22 || coming soon! ⋆ ch23 || coming soon!

⋆ husband!wyk!sukuna headcanons

⫘ sukuna appearance hc ⫘ series art ⫘ ⫘ fanart tag ⫘ music tag ⫘ ask tag ⫘

writing & format © starmapz. art © 3-aem. dividers © adornedwithlight. do not repost, translate, or copy.

[yellowmooncat]

i’ve become so jjk centric ima stfu abt them for a bit and focus on my other loves (hq, bllk, and mha.)

hello ty for 105 followers ur all so sigma

[yellowmooncat]

hello ty for 105 followers ur all so sigma

[yellowmooncat]

You have a thing for Athlete!Sukuna. He knows. And plays you like a violin.

Athlete!Sukuna who you have the biggest, fattest crush on. And everyone knows it. You’re not exactly subtle about it – trailing him through the halls like a lost puppy, eyes latching onto his form when he walks into a room. Little bubbly smile curving at the corner of your glossy lips.

Athlete!Sukuna who knows you like him. He thinks it’s silly that you get hissy over him when you think he’s not watching. You’ll poke his arm when he’s ignoring you, whine about how he hasn’t texted all day, try to catch his eyes across the cafeteria. Half of the time, he doesn’t even look at you. The other half, he smirks like he’s in on a joke you’ll never get. You’re a doll, a pretty girl with so many friends that just so happened to fall in love with this tattooed, sharp-mouthed boxer asshole! And he knows. He, of all people, knows that the most.

Athlete!Sukuna who uses you for convenience’s sake. If he’s bored, he’ll text you to come over. Sometimes it means you end up in his lap, his big hands palming your thighs while he kisses you hard enough to leave your lips swollen. Other times you run your hands through his hair and talk about your day while he lies in your lap, only half-listening.

Athlete!Sukuna who leaves when he’s done. Every time. Always with the same excuse – he’s got to train or his coach needs him. And every time, your heart sinks in that quiet, invisible way you’ve trained yourself to hide.

Athlete!Sukuna who, every so often, slips and lets something that feels real leak through. Like the time you told him about a girl giving you dirty looks in the hallway. You expected him to brush it off. Instead, he snorted and said bet she’s ugly as fuck. You snapped back instantly – that wasn’t the point, and he just stared at you for a long, slow moment, before smirking. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

You hate how much those words stuck with you, like honey. Glossed over a compliment that was never supposed to be so sweet.

Athlete!Sukuna who notices, with a creeping irritation, that you hang out around other guys. Especially the other boxers. He’ll watch you chatting with them, lip caught between your teeth while you listen intently to something regarding the correct way to punch. He knows you’re just trying to understand him better – and he doesn’t care. All he sees is you smiling at someone else.

Athlete!Sukuna who turns cruel when the jealousy gets too loud.

Athlete!Sukuna who waits until you’re alone, staring up at him with wide eyes, to say things that sting. That skirt makes you desperate. You talk too much. Stop laughing like that, it’s annoying. And every time your lips wobble and your eyes glisten, it does something to him.

Athlete!Sukuna who can’t look away when you stare at him with those teary eyes, not saying a word – just standing there like you can’t believe he’d say something so sharp. You look pretty, and it makes his chest feel tight. He likes it. He hates that he does.

Athlete!Sukuna who, at the party you threw for his win the other day, disappears halfway through. You search for him, weaving through the crowd, and find him upstairs with some girl pressed to his neck. She’s biting lightly, hands in his hair, and his eyes meet yours. Cold.

Athlete!Sukuna who doesn’t push her away. Doesn’t stop her. Just holds your gaze and lets it happen, like it's none of your business.

Athlete!Sukuna who thinks about that look on your face for days.

Not the shock, not even the hurt.

The way you didn’t yell.

The way you ran.

Athlete!Sukuna who you drag into the nurse’s office later, the skin around his knuckles all red, bruises blooming up his arms. He doesn't explain, just mutters something about a practice match that got a little heated.

You’ll never know it’s because his sparring partner called him an asshole for making you cry.

Athlete!Sukuna who sits down on the cot and watches as you fiddle through the cabinets. You’ve been here before, patching him up, but this time, it’s different. The air is heavy. Your hands are steady because you’ve learned the best way to clean and wrap from talking to his teammates, soaking up their advice like it mattered more than your own classes.

You dab at his knuckles with a damp cloth, careful where the skin is tender, and not once do you look at him. Not when his knee brushes yours, not when he murmurs, “You’re quiet tonight.”

You hum something noncommittal, eyes fixed on the bruise, pretending it’s the only thing worth noticing. And his gaze lingers. It’s not the first time he’s looked at you, but something’s strange. The curve of your lashes as you blink, or maybe the way your glossed bottom lip catches the light, or maybe the scent of your perfume wrapping around him like the softest embrace.

You’re gorgeous. The thought hits him hard enough to make his jaw ache more than the bruises.

You tape the last bit of gauze, fingers brushing his skin, and he swears you’re doing it on purpose. Avoiding his eyes, answering only when you have to.

He tells himself it doesn’t matter.

It does.

Athlete!Sukuna who notices you pulling away. Slowly. You still answer, still come when he calls – but you stop letting him kiss you in the hallway. You take hours to reply to his texts. You tell him you’re busy more than you used to, and you start posting pictures with your friends, smiling like you never lost a thing.

It drives him insane.

Athlete!Sukuna who replays the way you used to whisper I’m yours in bed, voice all breathless and certain, when he’s slumped against his own bed in the dead of night. He doesn’t know when that stopped. But he knows he hates that it did.

Athlete!Sukuna who starts thinking about you at all hours. You curled up against him in bed, you looking up at him with watery eyes. You laughing just for him.

The idea of you giving any of that to someone else makes his blood run hot.

Athlete!Sukuna who follows you home one night. He hangs back just far enough so you don’t notice, then stops outside your window, watching.

Your room is all pink and soft, stuffies piled on your bed and old polaroids you’ve never bothered to take down taped to your walls – so many of them with him in the frame.

Athlete!Sukuna who feels something snap inside his chest.

He’s never been here before. He should’ve, from the start. He should’ve been in every inch of this place.

Athlete!Sukuna who can’t stop thinking about climbing through that window and kissing you senseless, until you remember that you’re his, that he’s yours, that he adores you. He hopes you know he does.

Athlete!Sukuna who decides, standing there in there dark, that he’s done letting you drift.

You’re going to be his girlfriend.

Not sometimes. Not when it’s convenient.

Always and only and irrevocably, his.

And if you think you can slip away, you’re wrong. Dead wrong.

[yellowmooncat]

me if i was at frat!sukunas party and went to the restroom then see frat!gojo and frat!nanami after they did a line a coke coming out the bathroom. (my two man but it’s js me and them.)

[yellowmooncat]

the urge to deactivate compels me stronger every day

[yellowmooncat]

it's giving sukuna idk

[yellowmooncat]

shaving bf!sukuna's bush ✄ . . . . 𖡎

another crackfic - thinking about bushkuna too much ;-; so enjoy this ig

you'd woken up from a nap, still sleepy and delirious, with sukuna sitting on the couch next to you, watching tv. he wouldn't look at you. each time you spoke to him he kept his eyes glued to the screen, and you were too confused by his odd behavior to notice the tension in his jaw or the twitching of his lips as he tried to hold in his laughter.

and then the doorbell rang. some delivery man dropping off a package. you'd opened the door to sign for it and he just stared at you, jaw slack, an expression of both amusement and concern. and when you shut the door after, muttering under your breath about how everyone was being really fucking weird that day, sukuna finally broke. he was doubled over in the hall, practically howling, he was cackling so hard.

"you've gotta see your fucking face."

scrambling for a mirror, you finally saw what was so funny. dicks. not a dick, dicks. as in multiple, drawn all over your face by the man boy who claimed he loved you very much, while you slept very peacefully.

several days have gone by since then, and you're not over it. sitting on the edge of the bed, lips pursed and brows furrowed, your eyes narrow as you stare down at the sleeping giant that is your boyfriend. he looks too content, serene even. he doesn't deserve that.

you grip the razor tighter, hoping the firm hold will also strengthen your resolve as you pull back the covers to reveal the rest of his naked body. he always slept naked, and he always slept deeply. you remember the time he slept through an earthquake the year prior. he's ridiculous, honestly.

but enough thinking — it's time for action. carefully, precisely, you start sculpting. manscaping, if you will. with each little shwip, shwip, shwip of the razor, more hair falls away, and the imagined shape starts to become a reality. a few minutes later, you're satisfied, and now you just have to wait.

you're in the kitchen when he wakes up, nursing your first cup of coffee as his booming voice echoes through the apartment.

"what the hell is thiiiis?"

heavy footsteps follow after, as he hunts you down, shortly appearing in the doorway. he's still naked, chest heaving, a cross look on his face.

"you shaved my fucking bush."

you're giggling behind your mug. "and?"

"AND? it's a heart!"

there's tears in your eyes from how hard you're wheezing now. any embarrassment he'd put you though was worth it, because this was priceless.

"you're gonna pay for this, woman."

a/n: such a pretty boyyyy with his lil heart awwwwww

[yellowmooncat]

mutuals pls start tagging me in stuff so i can js read ur guys’ work faster ty! 🫩

[yellowmooncat]

ty guys for 87 followers that means sm to me i feel like a niche celebrity

[yellowmooncat]

TAMED ⨾ Day One

summary - clocking into work was never easy. With your overly-enthusiastic boss driving you up the wall and too many animals to feed, going to work was the last thing you wanted to do. Today's shift should have been like the others, but your supervisor has news . . . surprise! You've been reassigned to a new enclosure! How will your first encounter with Sukuna go?

content - this is written with a fem!reader in mind, mentions of eating people, supervisor!Gojo, Sukuna being standoffish, tired Zookeeper!Reader, briefly proofread (do lmk if there are errors)

wc - 1.5k

an - hello! This is mostly a little bit of world-building, so no sukuna x reader just yet. He does make his appearance at the end !! Next six posts will explore their dynamic and build their relationship further. Tysm for reading and for your patience ^^

Ah, yes. The smell of Jujutsu National Zoo. It wasn't that bad. . .

Okay, it was. The smell of damp earth, animal feed, and the overwhelming tang of animal faeces was one you had to scrub off of yourself after every shift. You sighed, shifting your backpack so that it sat more comfortably on your shoulder as you walked towards staff break room. Somewhere near the aviary on the other side of the zoo, a parakeet chirped, signalling the start of the working day.

You had been up for a few hours— before sunrise, even, dreading the time for when you'd have to drag yourself out of bed and force yourself through the exhausting motions of getting ready. Now, as you swiped your ID card and listened to the machine beep back at you, you debated whether you should go home already. Should I go home? No one would catch me. . . right?

But that alluring fantasy barely had time to form before a familiar, but annoying, voice sang out across the break room.

“Theeere’s my favourite keeper!”

Shit.

Before you could even think of dashing out of the break room, a freakishly long arm hooked around your neck from the side, forcing you to bend at the waist as your supervisor gripped you into an unnecessarily tight, one-armed headlock.

It was no other than the one and only Satoru Gojo.

“You're early again,” you grunted, trying to peel his arm off of your body.

“Naturally,” he replied in a sing-song voice, grabbing a banana from the counter and tearing it open with his fingers. “And you’re late.”

“It's not even eight a.m.”

“Exactly. You're late," he shrugged, chewing on an obscenely large mouthful of banana. “Big day for you, by the way.”

A sigh from you. A stupid grin from him. You tugged out some gloves, already regretting coming to work that day. The laminated sign glinted at you from the corner of your eye, catching your attention. It appeared that your usual duties had been wiped clean.

Shit, part two.

“Please, please tell me you’re not assigning me to monkey cleaning duties. Suguru runs his mouth every time I'm in there with him."

A scoff left the taller man as he tossed the banana peel into the waste basket. “Nah, that's my job now. You, little lady, are getting something waaay more interesting.”

He crooked two fingers, motioning for you to follow him toward the mess that was meant to be the equipment lockers. Gojo pulled out your usual radio unit and a comically large map dotted with various symbols.

“Enclosure Twenty,” he jabbed a finger at the location of where you were assigned to. It was a building tucked in an area reserved for the staff only, hidden away from public eye.

You clipped the radio to your belt. "Enclosure Twenty? Is that even safe for me to work at?"

Gojo faltered before waving a hand dismissively at you. "Uh— yeah. Totally safe."

The alarm bells started ringing in your head after his hesitation.

“Don't lie—"

Gojo brought his face close to yours with one big step.

“You're the only one experienced enough to deal with our more . . . outgoing hybrids," he whispered, blue eyes boring into yours with a pleading intensity. “I promise you’ll have me for backup. This guy’s a handful. Bengal tiger hybrid— you know how they get. We had to isolate the big fella because of how territorial he was."

You cursed, letting your supervisor usher you out of the staff room and onto the dirt path leading to Enclosure Twenty. You were silent, following Gojo at your own pace despite the absurdly long strides he took. You knew exactly which hybrid you were dealing with.

“What happened to Fushiguro? Wasn't he on duty the other week?” you asked, realising you hadn't seen the questionably sleazy brute that morning.

“He quit,” Gojo said simply, looking at you from over his shoulder. “Bitching about unpaid cigarette breaks."

"Naturally."

"Right? I'm not even surprised."

The walk to Enclosure Twenty took quite some time, the way there taking many twists and turns. But you've been this way before— to the right of the amphibian enclosures and behind the food storage sheds. Back in this secluded part of the zoo, you wouldn't be able to hear any joyful background chatter of visitors. Instead, the ominous hum of the ventilation system reverberated in your head once you stepped inside Enclosure Twenty.

“Right, rule number one,” Gojo began in a serious tone as he ushered you inside and down the corridor. You could hear the click-clacking of both of your shoes on the titles below. “Don’t let him out of his enclosure. Rule two, don’t hand-feed him. Rule three, don't even think of looking at him in the eye. And rule four—”

“Don’t get eaten, right? Does he eat people?"

“Don't try and get all friendly with him."

You couldn't help but notice how Gojo ignored your question about whether or not this hybrid ate people.

The corridor was adequately warm to sustain the hybrids needs, but the air felt heavier here. The two of you stopped in front of a heavy-duty gate shielding a thick pane of glass that allowed you to look inside the hybrids living space.

Gojo opened the gate with a swipe of his ID card and cocked his head to the side. “Here we are,” he said. “Home to one grumpy Sukuna."

You stepped in, finally able to see the open-roof space clearly. It was a suitable habitat that resembled a mini jungle rather than a zoo enclosure, but that was one concern you could ignore. The tempered glass you peered through was strong enough to withstand the sharpest of claws, like the ones belonging to Sukuna.

Speaking of Sukuna, there he was, lounging in the shade underneath a cluster of towering mahogany trees.

Even from a distance, you could see that he was enormous. Even whilst he lounged on the ground, propped up on his elbows.

Sukuna's shoulders were broad, the bare muscles shifting under the sunlight. His tanned skin was marked with black, jagged stripes, the alluring pattern cutting under the curve of his defined pecs and around the thickness of his wrists and biceps. Pink hair fell over his wide face, the unruly strands doing nothing to ease the dominating aura he radiated.

What did pull a smile from you was the striped tail flicking lazily behind him. The pair of fuzzy tiger ears perched on top of his hair twitched as Gojo spoke to you, listening to every word.

He didn’t look up when you approached the thick glass panel. He didn’t acknowledge you at all. Sukuna simply kept his red eyes on the grass under him.

“Don't be fooled,” Gojo whispered beside you. “He'd have pounced on us already if not for these safety precautions."

You hummed in response, lost in the feeling of sheer fascination. Something about his presence alone commanded your attention, even whilst Sukuna lay idle. Despite seeing the way his tail swished lazily through the grass, you could see the years of being a predator etched onto his skin.

"Found in an illegal underground fight club, y'know." Gojo didn't take his eyes off of Sukuna. Not even for a second.

"Hmm. That explains the scars all over his body."

For a long moment, you simply watched the hybrid you were now in charge of monitoring. Taking in the sight of what nature was capable of creating.

And then, a flash of sudden movement.

From stationary to standing. From many safe metres away, to right in front of you within the blink of an eye. You shrieked, almost falling flat onto your rear when the space between you rapidly shrank until only the glass barrier remained. Sukuna was taller than he looked, even towering above Gojo, who was hiding behind you.

Your wide eyes met Sukuna's, rendering you speechless with the intensity. But then you remembered the handbook, don't make eye contact.

Too late.

The hybrid tilted his head slightly, studying you with an unreadable look. And then his lip curled, flashing you a hint of sharp fang. In silence, Sukuna lifted one large, clawed hand.

Skkkrreeeeecckk

The sound of the deliberate scrape of claws dragging down glass made you and Gojo curl up within yourselves. You both cringed, grinding your teeth to alleviate the pain the noise caused within you. Long seconds passed before he stopped, making you look up and gawk at the five scratch marks that he had left behind.

All you could be grateful for was for the fact that Sukuna didn’t lash out at you and your supervisor. He didn't slam his body against the glass panels like earlier incidents. Sukuna simply held your astonished stare for just a tad longer before turning your back to you, disappearing into the trees inside his enclosure.

Gojo barked out a breathless laugh, trying to ignore the way his legs trembled. “Awh, ain't that cute? He likes you already.”

"Is that seriously what you call liking?” you had to crouch down, a hand to your heart as you shot Gojo a disapproving look.

He grinned, pushing himself off of the gate behind you both. “Yeah. Looks like I've chosen the right person for the job."

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[yellowmooncat]

GET CLIPPED JUJUSTU KAISEN [DRUNK TEXTS.]

sypnosis: You receive drunk texts from the jjk boys while they’re at the after party bc they hit 1 mill streams. (contains gojo - geto - sukuna - nanami - choso - toji.) FLUFF - CRACK - CRUDE HUMOR - SUGGESTIVE - ANGST.

𖡎 This is apart of my get clipped universe! here other the other drunk texts : HQ - BLLK - MHA

for those who wanted to be tagged: @personally4runa

[yellowmooncat]

new theme is cracking me UUUUP iconic moments from tyler with the “your gf look like my mom” 😭

THANK YOUUU OMGEE im glad you are laughing at it too🤭 i really loved making it ngl it has me watching old interviews n stuff

[yellowmooncat]

credit: fanart in the banner by @/kacchansfart on tt

pairing: biker!katsuki x fem!reader

warnings/genre: longing, yearner bakugou, cussing, friends to lovers

notes: inspired by this sasusaka tiktok

889 | you call him in need of assistance at 2 in the fucking morning after a date gone wrong

he shouldn’t even be here. that’s his first thought.

it pissed him off to no end that you went on this date in the first place. pissed him off even more that you ignored every single “that guy’s a fuckin’ asshole, you know he won’t treat you right” he threw your way when you showed him the guy’s face.

and it’s the final punch to the gut when his phone lit up at exactly 2:21 a.m. with your name (and a shitty photo he took of you back in high school where there’s something in your teeth and your midway between a blink) and you tell him your shitty date ditched you halfway through.

it takes everything in him not to bark out an “i fuckin’ told you” when he picks the phone up. that can wait until you’re not from crying and, from what he could tell though the phone, 3 mimosas in.

bakugou sat up in bed, jaw clenched so tight it ached, rubbing the grit of sleep out of his eyes. he drags on a shirt then shrugs into his leather jacket, cursing under his breath.

is he really gonna do this? he hesitates for half a second until his phone pinged again. your name and that damn photo lighting up his screen, cutting through the dark.

“fuck,” he groans, voice echoed in his quiet apartment. he grabs his helmet off the dresser and leaves with a slam of his door.

he’s a sucker. that’s what it comes down to.

a fuckin’ sucker for you and he hates it almost as much as he loves it.

that’s how he ended up here, leaning against his bike at the curb, gloved fingers drumming impatiently on the gas tank all while waiting for you to come stumbling out after a date with a different man.

the door opens and there you are, pretty dress hugging your figure perfectly, lips tinted in a color that makes his mouth go dry. bakugou sucks in a sharp breath, tongue pressing hard against his cheek as he fights to look away and fails miserably. the click of your heels on the pavement hits him like a drumbeat, drowning out everything else in his head except one single dangerous thought— god fucking damn it. you look good.

“katsuki!” you cheer. your voice loud. too loud for 2 am.

the second your eyes meet his red ones, you’re practically running across the sidewalk in those stupid heels and that stupid stupid dress.

he snaps up straighter before he can stop himself, shoulders squaring, jaw tight. for half a second, he forgets why he’s here, forgets hes supposed to be pissed until it slams back into him all at once.

you’re his best friend and he’s standing here at ass o’clock, extra helmet in hand, picking you up from a date with someone else

and still he holds out his hand to steady you when you nearly trip into him

“took you long enough” he rasps. he tries to sound gruff only to fail because his voice cracks at the end (like it fucking always does around you). you just smile up at him, breath taking and half drunk. your eyes bright, but glassy. your body slip from his gloved hand as you find your balance again leaving behind an ache that digs under his skin and settles heavy in his chest.

you open your pretty little mouth to speak only to clamp it shut with a pout. something feels off, you notice, rubbing your lips together they feel lighter. before bakugou can ask what’s wrong, you grab at his helmet and push it over his head. your movements are surprisingly sharp for someone who was just stumbling a few seconds earlier.

your delicate fingers brush his ears, his hair, the sharp line of his jaw. soft, careful touches that burn a trail of sparks on his skin. he swears he can feel your touch straight through the damn padding, every gentle skim of your fingers lighting him up from the inside out

then you lean in closer, breath warm against his neck and pull out your lipstick. the click of the cap feels loud between you as you guide his neck up to where you need it using his visor like a mirror.

he watches helplessly behind the black tint as you reapply your lipstick, steady and unhurried, your reflection sharp and perfect on the curve of the visor. his red eyes widen, the scent of your perfume fills up his lungs like smoke, sweet and suffocating

it’s enough to fry every fuse in his fucking head.

“katsuki?” you murmur. “all good?”

he’s still, gloved hands clenched tight around the handlebars like it’s the only thing keeping him alive right now. his chest is heaving, lungs dragging in air that tastes like your scent. your warmth still ghosting over him.

it’s pathetic, he thinks. fucking pathetic how a single touch, a single glance from you can set every nerve in his body into a frenzy but goddammit right now, with you so close and so pretty— he couldn’t care less. afterall, he is a sucker.

“need a minute…” he grits out, low and rough. ears burning red even under the helmet. “fuckin’— just… gimme a sec, yeah?”

[yellowmooncat]

sorry for all the smut i just reposted i had to support my mutuals 😭

[yellowmooncat]

﹙ ᰔ ﹚. . nerd gojo in his glasses ❤︎ !

18+. fem!reader. cunnilingus.

satoru is the hottest, most sexiest nerd you've ever seen. despite his quirky attitude and an annoying amount of knowledge on digimon — whatever that is — he's an actual sweetheart. sure, he can be quite cocky when it comes to physics or about anime, constantly showing off how much he knows about everything to do with those matters and how nobody else holds a candle to him.

and yet, he's the sweetest man you've ever dated, making you feel like the most special woman alive and spoiling you with whatever you ask for. and underneath those baggy pants and hoodies, he's got washboard abs and muscles that ripple so sexily every time he moves.

god, your panties soak at the thought.

what gets your panties even wetter is when you see him in those glasses of his — which is pretty much all the time. the way he pushes them up while he concentrates on his work; the way they slide down the bridge of his nose; the way they sit so prettily on his face — it always takes you great restraint to hold yourself from just pushing him down on the bed and riding his sexy face.

unfortunately, satoru has always felt insecure about his glasses. he has shared with you that when he was younger, boys in his class had fun of him for it so you do understand why he feels that way. but god, you wish he could see just how delectable he looks when wearing them on and how much it turns you on.

and that's exactly what you decide to do today.

satoru is trailing a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses from your lips down your chest until he reaches your already soaked core. there's a tiny stain on your panties which he gently traces with his finger as he pushes them to the side. for a few seconds, he merely just stares at your slick folds, pupils dilated and cock throbbing inside his boxers.

"so pretty," he murmurs, mostly to himself as he hooks his fingers on the waistband of your panties and slides them off you before flinging it across the room. he's just about to take off his glasses as he always does when you grab his wrist and gingerly shake your head.

"keep 'em on," you say, pushing them back on to the bridge of his nose. "please." and when you say it so sweetly like that, who is he to deny you?

you can see his hesitancy — that flicker of uncertainty in his eyes and the way his cheeks twinge a soft pink hue. you smile at him reassuringly, wriggling your body closer towards him and placing your legs over his shoulders. he's trapped in between your legs, large hands squeezing the supple skin. he takes in a deep breath before diving in to ravage on your puffy, sweet folds.

it's almost pathetic how close you are already.

he's sopping and slurping on your candied slick like he's been starved for days, prodding his tongue in to get an ever better taste. he kisses and sucks on your clit just the way you like it, flicking it over every now and then which has you arching your back off the bed.

but what's getting you most is how hot he looks with those glasses as he eats you out. they're perched right on his nose, sometimes sliding down yet his pace never falters. he simply pushes his face further into your syrupy cunt to push them back up, making them even foggier than before yet he hardly cares.

"so sweet," he grumbles, suckling on your slick folds, hands bruising the sides of your thighs. all you can do is whimper out his name, wanton moans and cries following after. you can feel him moan into your cunt, the vibrations making you squirm beneath him.

what tips you over the edge is when you open your eyes to look down at him, where you notice that his glasses have slid down once more and you see his puppy-like eyes peering up at you. needy and desperate. the sight makes that coil in your tummy get tighter and tighter until it's just begging to be snapped — "'m cumming, 'm cumming, 'm cumming toru!," you whine, rolling your hips against his tongue to reach your high.

finally that coil snaps! and your entire body trembles as your orgasm washes over you, satoru continuing to lap at your sweet, sweet cunt to get every last bit of you. he then pops his mouth off of you and you can see the remnants of yourself coating his pretty pink lips.

he brings himself up, taking off his glasses to wipe them on the fabric of his tee before wearing them. his eyes wander over your body — adorably writhing before him, his painfully hard cock straining against his boxers. "shit," he chuckles softly, fingers delicately tracing your outer thighs. "maybe... i should wear my glasses more often hm?"