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[digitalaquagirl]

“Then something just snapped, something inside of me!! I didn't care anymore. I didn't care about being better than Kakarot, I didn't care about being a super saiyan. I didn't care if I lived. I didn't care about anything! And then.. It happened.”

(I don’t know why that quote is stuck in my head lmao)

❝I am the captain and he the lieutenant!!❞

FT | Fem!Reader ✘ Satoru Gojo.

Desc | Of all the people your boyfriend’s been with, none of them ever took the lead—until he began dating you, now he’s addicted to your voice, your preferences, and your taste like a drug.

CW | (smút proceed with caution 18+ ⚠️) Fem!dom/Subby!Toru, semi service dom!Satoru, bossy!reader, práīse kīņk (Receiving and giving), petnames: angel, baby, princess, sweet cheeks, usage of "good boy," ørał fīxatīón (f), fīngérīng brèąsț/nīppłe płay, sqųírting, brāt tāming, hair pǔlıing, sqùìrt drīnkīng (?), a pinch of crack, (1) dragon ball reference, + round 2 implied.

WC ➜ 1.1K ♪ ML

6 min read & Ficlet.

Satoru didn’t know he had a thing for bossy women until he met you.

The first time he ever realized, he was in between your plush thighs.

His soft pink lips wrapped around your puffy, aching clit, sucking harshly as if he had a bone to pick with it, causing you to sharply hiss, muscles forming slight wrinkles from scrunching up your face while your manicured nails curled yanked into his snowy strands.

“Mmm-mm, I want you to use your tongue slower,” you condemned, voice silky like a lavish coat, yet firm knowing exactly what you wanted and how you wanted it.

Satoru’s breath caught for a moment, bright cerulean blue eyes widening at the command.

That was a rare first, none of his previous partners had once told him what to do before but his greedy mouth didn’t stop.

He groaned in protest, but his filthy tongue did as you instructed, moving in slow, sensual deliberate circles like he was making out with your pretty pussy.

When you let out a seductive breathy moan, his dramatic ass mentally swore it was a singing angel touching his heart and soul.

“F–fuck,” You stammered, tilting your head back against the array of giant fluffy pillows.

“Like that, ‘Toru. Worship my pussy.”

He raised his head slightly to catch his breath, his eyes looking up at you with astonishment written all over his face “Yeah? – You like how that feels, baby?”

You nodded vigorously, mind slowly turning into a big bowl of soup as the pleasure started to overwhelm you. He grinned immensely at your response, eyes bouncing between your legs and the sweat droplets sliding down your hot cheeks, that somehow managed to sneak away although the air conditioning was full-on blasting.

“Now add your fingers.” You demanded, giving him his next step.

“I already know how to eat pussy, sweet cheeks.” He retorted, pridefully rolling his eyes at the assertion.

“Just shut up and do what I tell you.” your voice was sharp, laced with fire.

Then something just snapped–something inside of him, your man wasn’t sure why that statement hit so hard for him but it did, and it only fueled his raging desire to please you more.

Sensitive veins on his cock throbbed at your words, the power you had over him making him insanely dizzy, becoming desperate for you by the second.

“Whatever you say princess.” Satoru huffed out a breathless chuckle weakly hiding how much it turned him on, clearly amused—but obedient.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He eased two digits into your dripping pussy, curling them in a precise rhythm. His eyes locked onto yours as he sucked and flicked your bud, adding the perfect amount of pressure. The sounds of your mewls and wetness echoed in the room, and he couldn’t help but press deeper into you.

Maybe it was the way you clenched around his six-inch fingers so tight. Or maybe it was the way you ordered him around.

However, your thighs instinctively slammed around his head, back arching as high as a skyscraper—hips continuously rolling against his mouth. You were so soaked the sheets were screaming to be changed after.

The sloppy mess coating his lips and chin was sinful—he knew he could drown in you and die complete.

Then while one of his big hands remained buried in your warmth, the other wandered up to your chest, pushing your black tank-top further before cupping your tender breast.

His large palm kneaded your soft flesh, thumb rolling over your hard nipple in lazy circles while his wet muscle lapped at your clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure. He moaned against you when your back arched into his touch, clearly adoring how your body responded to everything he gave it.

“You’re so greedy, baby,” you gasped, breath hitching when he gave your nipple a teasing pinch. “Can’t..keep..your..hands offa me, huh?” You purred in between moans.

Satoru so badly wanted to have a counter, too bad he was busy getting addicted off the natural taste of your slick.

“Mmph, that’s it,” you crooned, voice oozing arousal. “Just like that. Make me cum, ‘Toru.”

Your words rolled off your tongue like thick sugary honey, making his absolute solid dick twitch in his grey sweats. You sounded so in control over him, he nearly rolled his eyes back from it.

Your legs started to tremble around his head, and Satoru knew. He could feel the flutter of your walls around his fingers, the way your moans turned breathless, high-pitched, desperate.

He hummed low in his throat, letting the vibrations ripple against your nub as his fingertips curled again, right into that perfect spot. He was so fucking obsessed with the way your body reacted—like you were made to be devoured.

“Good boyyyy,” you praised, dragging out your words.

Satoru whimpered in response, tongue flicking slowly in tight, controlled circles as his strokes picked up speed. Your hips lifted off the bed, trying to chase the wave building, trying to force yourself down on his face, and he loved it. He didn’t want to pull away. Not until your body jerked and twitched, too sensitive, too fucked out to handle more.

“You gonna cum, angel?” he asked, panting against your bundle of nerves, voice muffled, teasing. “Am I doin’ a good job?”

“Yeah you’re doing so well, keep going f’me, ’m so fuckingclose—”

And then it hit, drastically.

Your orgasm crashed through you like a violent tide. Heat and electricity unraveling from the pit of your stomach all the way to the tips of your already curled toes. Your moan was rough, guttural, a noise that made his cock create excessive precum.

Your hands fisted his hair stronger than before, pulling his warm breath ridiculously closer as your cunt pulsed like a heartbeat around his fingers. A familiar sensation coursed through you, feeling as if you had to pee.

The next thing you know you squirted, gushing a whole tsunami all over his face, except your boyfriend didn’t stop at just making you feel pleasure; he had the audacity to open his mouth wide, moaning a cheeky “Ahhh!” like you were feeding him grapes off a silver platter.

You only giggled at his silly actions, telling him in a sing-song voice “Swallowww.”

Satoru listened instantly, groaning enough for someone in the next country to hear when you gently stroked his chin as a small reward.

Only then did Satoru lift his head, flushed cheeks, swollen lips glistened with a mix of spit and your fluids, and a glint of pure lust in his eyes.

“Holy shit,” he heaved in awe. “I need to eat you out again… Please.” He practically begged.

Your half-lidded eyes met his, a satisfied smirk tugging at your lips, knowing you’ve successfully tamed him.

Divider/Boarder creds | omi-resources

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I’LL TASTE TAKE YOU INSTEAD ! ‪‪❤︎

FT | Satoru G, Suguru G, Kento N, Choso K, Toji F, Sukuna, R.

Desc | It was a simple question “What do you want to eat?” ➜ feeling playful, you reply with “You.” Except the jjk men are NOT on the menu and they’re going feral over a lil flirtin

Cw | fluff/suggestive + established rls. | ML | Other smaus? ➜ 1, 2, & 3.

Divider/boarder creds | v6que, aquazero, + anitalenia.

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satoru’s like the perfect husband 💔

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

Cw | fluff drabble/crackish (?), lwk a little self-indulgent, pregnant reader/Papa!Toru, not proofread, oops..

FT | Satoru duhhh…

Wc | 0.5k ➜ ML

Before pregnancy? You were never once the type to express your love through words.

It all felt too strong rolling off the tongue for you, maybe it was because of how rough you grew up, but you’d rather choke and die before an “I love you sooo much baby.” Spilled out your lips, which is why you were more of an acts of service, physical touch, even a gift giving kind of girl.

Literally anything, BUT verbal affection.

Your husband would have to damn near drag an “I love you.” out the depths of your soul half the time. It’s not like it ever bothered him though, he got used to showing his love more instead–spontaneous dates, forehead kisses, or slipping decorated snacks into your bag before you went to work.

But pregnancy hormones just so happened to change everything.

At first, he’s heavily suspicious.

The first time you randomly utter, “You’re the best husband ever.” with one hand atop your round belly along huge adoring eyes, you manage to somehow make Satoru of all people freeze mid-bite of his dessert.

His confused blue eyes widened, jaw practically dropping to the earth’s core, as if you had magically shapeshifted.

“...Huh?”

“You just take such good care of me, Toru. I love you so much.” You replied to his befuddlement.

His reaction? Instantly squinting so much he could barely see in your direction.

“Who are you, and what did you do to my real wife!” Dramatically shaking your shoulders, with a fake tremble in his voice.

Your brow raised enough to high-five the ceiling “What are you on about?”

Eventually he gets real big-headed, maybe a little too fast.

The next day, when you sighed dreamily and murmured, “You’re so handsome, Toru. Our baby’s gonna be beautiful,” you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your tummy against his abs in a soft, lingering hug.

In true Satoru fashion his smirk activates.

“Damn right. Say it again.” He borderline demands, while returning the hug.

He quickly realizes he loves hearing you gush about him.

Hearing “You’re my favorite person in the world.” Turns into “Go on.”

Or hearing “You make me feel so safe, Satoru.” Turns into him responding by grinning “Of course I do.”

“I’m so lucky to have you.” Also turns into “Awww, baby, I know.” Paired along small back rubs.

But then, he gets tender one night.

In bed your fingers unexpectedly grab his pajama shirt and you delicately whisper, “I don’t tell you enough, but I really love you, Satoru.”

For a moment there’s silence, if anyone doesn’t count the owls wailing throughout the dark faded sky.

Yeah congratulations—you just broke this man, in the best way possible.

His breath hitched, any thought in his head coming to a halt.

“…You actually mean that?”

When you nod, his whole heart melts.

“Baby… don’t make me cry.” He somewhat scolds, for making him this emotional, sappy tears pleading to escape at any moment.

Your husband wraps you up in his lean muscular arms immediately, bringing your body closer, nearly having the grip of a bear.

Satoru lovingly kissed your forehead, nose, cheeks—everywhere, refusing to let any spot go untouched by his lips.

Mumbling into your skin, “I love you so much too, you know that?”

Oh this man was dreading the day post-pregnancy came, praying you never returned back to his non-mushy wife.

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A/n | wrote this while having the most insane baby fever ugh..

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srb

✕ LAME, OKAY…?

FT | Satoru G, Suguru G, Kento N, Choso K, Toji F, Sukuna, R.

Desc | One betrayal after another, the cycle never seems to end. Different faces, same lies ➜ how many times can you be fooled before you finally walk away from the jjk men for good?

Cw | angst, toxic asf, manipulation, cheating, lovebombing, any misspelling is intentional, reader stands up in some and in some she doesn’t, Toji calls the reader ma, etc + established rls. | ML | Other new smaus? ➜ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, & 6.

Divider/Boarder creds | hyuneskkami, animatedglittergraphics-n-more, & aquazero.

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srb

𖦹 NOW LET’S GET IN FORMATION!! ☆

Nerd!jo x Majorette!reader (suggestive on one/fluff) + ML

A/n: Satoru kinda implied a comp sci major/Black reader in mind, but everyone is free to read!!

÷ Nerd!Satoru who never misses a single one of your performances EVER!

⛤ He’s the loudest person in the crowd wearing your team colors, yelling shit like: “THAT’S MY GIRL”

“LOOK AT HER GO!!”

“YOU’RE DOING AMAZING BABY!” (Whole time you’re not dating him yet.)

⛤ Some mildly annoyed people in the crowd have to tell him to shut up.

⛤ He records every routine, adding silly little filters on the video, or doing boomerangs to post to his story.

⛤ He sometimes goes on facebook live during your halftimes just to get a solid four viewers.

÷ Nerd!Satoru who programs things for you.

⛤ Makes a whole custom countdown app (even if he could just go to his pre-installed reminder app on his iphone) that alerts him before your performances so he never forgets.

⛤ One time you mentioned needing a playlist for practice, but he’s too extra to just have his girl using spotify so he coded a whole-music app where you can queue songs with simple voice commands.

÷ Nerd!Satoru who hates coming outside until you take him to your practices.

⛤ The first time he sees you perform up close he’s stunned because of your body control, the uniform, the facial expressions when you dance, he’s obsessed with everything about it.

⛤ His pervy ass nearly drools when he watches you do a death drop or a split.

“Damn Y/n, you think you can do that on—”

“Toru I swear if you finish that sentence.”

÷ Nerd!Satoru who has you tutor him in social situations.

⛤ You have to teach him how to flirt without sounding like an avid reddit user.

⛤ Forces him to actually text people back instead of ghosting for 12 hours.

⛤ You teach him how to flirt without sounding like a Reddit mod, even if he doesn’t wanna flirt with anyone else but you.

⛤ Meanwhile, he teaches you how to code (or tries to).

⛤ You attempt to follow along, but end up doodling hearts around his notes instead.

⛤ He catches you and gets way too smug about it.

“Aww, you’re thinking about me? That’s so cute.”

“Boy bye, nobody thinking about you.”

÷ Nerd!Satoru who loves when his majorette best friend seems lovestruck when you have an “Oh shit, he’s kinda fine.” moment.

⛤ You’ve always seen Satoru as your nerdy/dorky, lazy guy friend, but one day he actually dresses up (no hoodies, no glasses, hair trimmed & styled) and you almost malfunction.

⛤ He absolutely notices how hard you smile when you try to be subtle by saying “I see you Toru!”

“Wait, do you actually think I’m hot? Stop, I'm blushing.”

“Satoru shut up before I break your neck.”

“You’d never. I’m too cute.” (You got him feeling himself now)

÷ Nerd!Satoru who asks you to be his girlfriend by programming a whole website, it’ll say “Will you be my girlfriend?” with only two options that say “Yes or yes!”

⛤ When you call him out on it he just shrugs.

“Satoru there’s only a yes option…”

“Guess that means we’re practically married now”

÷ Nerd!Satoru who gets on your nerves daily, but he’s also your biggest supporter.

⛤ He hypes you up, calls you the prettiest, most talented majorette alive, and always makes sure you know how proud he is of you.

⛤ He’s also your personal chauffeur when you’re too tired from practice.

⛤ Drives you home, lets you nap in his lap, rants about nerdy shit while playing with your hair.

Bonus: Whenever you have a bad day from your coach, maybe being too harsh on you he makes sure to cheer you up with corny little jokes or he’ll do your assignments for you to take the load off your shoulders. <3

Divider/Boarder creds | enchanthings-a & enchanthings.

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srb

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

Cw | fluff drabble/crackish (?), lwk a little self-indulgent, pregnant reader/Papa!Toru, not proofread, oops..

FT | Satoru duhhh…

Wc | 0.5k ➜ ML

Before pregnancy? You were never once the type to express your love through words.

It all felt too strong rolling off the tongue for you, maybe it was because of how rough you grew up, but you’d rather choke and die before an “I love you sooo much baby.” Spilled out your lips, which is why you were more of an acts of service, physical touch, even a gift giving kind of girl.

Literally anything, BUT verbal affection.

Your husband would have to damn near drag an “I love you.” out the depths of your soul half the time. It’s not like it ever bothered him though, he got used to showing his love more instead–spontaneous dates, forehead kisses, or slipping decorated snacks into your bag before you went to work.

But pregnancy hormones just so happened to change everything.

At first, he’s heavily suspicious.

The first time you randomly utter, “You’re the best husband ever.” with one hand atop your round belly along huge adoring eyes, you manage to somehow make Satoru of all people freeze mid-bite of his dessert.

His confused blue eyes widened, jaw practically dropping to the earth’s core, as if you had magically shapeshifted.

“...Huh?”

“You just take such good care of me, Toru. I love you so much.” You replied to his befuddlement.

His reaction? Instantly squinting so much he could barely see in your direction.

“Who are you, and what did you do to my real wife!” Dramatically shaking your shoulders, with a fake tremble in his voice.

Your brow raised enough to high-five the ceiling “What are you on about?”

Eventually he gets real big-headed, maybe a little too fast.

The next day, when you sighed dreamily and murmured, “You’re so handsome, Toru. Our baby’s gonna be beautiful,” you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your tummy against his abs in a soft, lingering hug.

In true Satoru fashion his smirk activates.

“Damn right. Say it again.” He borderline demands, while returning the hug.

He quickly realizes he loves hearing you gush about him.

Hearing “You’re my favorite person in the world.” Turns into “Go on.”

Or hearing “You make me feel so safe, Satoru.” Turns into him responding by grinning “Of course I do.”

“I’m so lucky to have you.” Also turns into “Awww, baby, I know.” Paired along small back rubs.

But then, he gets tender one night.

In bed your fingers unexpectedly grab his pajama shirt and you delicately whisper, “I don’t tell you enough, but I really love you, Satoru.”

For a moment there’s silence, if anyone doesn’t count the owls wailing throughout the dark faded sky.

Yeah congratulations—you just broke this man, in the best way possible.

His breath hitched, any thought in his head coming to a halt.

“…You actually mean that?”

When you nod, his whole heart melts.

“Baby… don’t make me cry.” He somewhat scolds, for making him this emotional, sappy tears pleading to escape at any moment.

Your husband wraps you up in his lean muscular arms immediately, bringing your body closer, nearly having the grip of a bear.

Satoru lovingly kissed your forehead, nose, cheeks—everywhere, refusing to let any spot go untouched by his lips.

Mumbling into your skin, “I love you so much too, you know that?”

Oh this man was dreading the day post-pregnancy came, praying you never returned back to his non-mushy wife.

Pink dividers by me

A/n | wrote this while having the most insane baby fever ugh..

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Srb

✕ NO STRINGS ATTACHED? ᥫ᭡ PT 2

FT | Toji F + Sukuna R. [2/2]

Desc | Whether your FWB’s jealousy spirals out of control—threatening your longtime friend or demanding answers when he thinks you’ve moved on ➜ you’re left with one final question: Do I keep him in my life?

Cw | fwb trope, fluff, lwk a lil toxic 😬, angst in Sukuna’s, and suggestiveness ofc + pre rls to established w Toji | ML | Other recent smaus? ➜ 1, 2, 3, + PART 1/First half of PART 2 (This is based on this request.)

Divider/Boarder creds | hyuneskkami + enchanthings-a.

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A/n | Angsty smau tmr stay tuned !! 😱😱

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srb

✕ LAME, OKAY…?

FT | Satoru G, Suguru G, Kento N, Choso K, Toji F, Sukuna, R.

Desc | One betrayal after another, the cycle never seems to end. Different faces, same lies ➜ how many times can you be fooled before you finally walk away from the jjk men for good?

Cw | angst, toxic asf, manipulation, cheating, lovebombing, any misspelling is intentional, reader stands up in some and in some she doesn’t, Toji calls the reader ma, etc + established rls. | ML | Other new smaus? ➜ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, & 6.

Divider/Boarder creds | hyuneskkami, animatedglittergraphics-n-more, & aquazero.

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Srb.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

Cw | fluff drabble/crackish (?), lwk a little self-indulgent, pregnant reader/Papa!Toru, not proofread, oops..

FT | Satoru duhhh…

Wc | 0.5k ➜ ML

Before pregnancy? You were never once the type to express your love through words.

It all felt too strong rolling off the tongue for you, maybe it was because of how rough you grew up, but you’d rather choke and die before an “I love you sooo much baby.” Spilled out your lips, which is why you were more of an acts of service, physical touch, even a gift giving kind of girl.

Literally anything, BUT verbal affection.

Your husband would have to damn near drag an “I love you.” out the depths of your soul half the time. It’s not like it ever bothered him though, he got used to showing his love more instead–spontaneous dates, forehead kisses, or slipping decorated snacks into your bag before you went to work.

But pregnancy hormones just so happened to change everything.

At first, he’s heavily suspicious.

The first time you randomly utter, “You’re the best husband ever.” with one hand atop your round belly along huge adoring eyes, you manage to somehow make Satoru of all people freeze mid-bite of his dessert.

His confused blue eyes widened, jaw practically dropping to the earth’s core, as if you had magically shapeshifted.

“...Huh?”

“You just take such good care of me, Toru. I love you so much.” You replied to his befuddlement.

His reaction? Instantly squinting so much he could barely see in your direction.

“Who are you, and what did you do to my real wife!” Dramatically shaking your shoulders, with a fake tremble in his voice.

Your brow raised enough to high-five the ceiling “What are you on about?”

Eventually he gets real big-headed, maybe a little too fast.

The next day, when you sighed dreamily and murmured, “You’re so handsome, Toru. Our baby’s gonna be beautiful,” you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your tummy against his abs in a soft, lingering hug.

In true Satoru fashion his smirk activates.

“Damn right. Say it again.” He borderline demands, while returning the hug.

He quickly realizes he loves hearing you gush about him.

Hearing “You’re my favorite person in the world.” Turns into “Go on.”

Or hearing “You make me feel so safe, Satoru.” Turns into him responding by grinning “Of course I do.”

“I’m so lucky to have you.” Also turns into “Awww, baby, I know.” Paired along small back rubs.

But then, he gets tender one night.

In bed your fingers unexpectedly grab his pajama shirt and you delicately whisper, “I don’t tell you enough, but I really love you, Satoru.”

For a moment there’s silence, if anyone doesn’t count the owls wailing throughout the dark faded sky.

Yeah congratulations—you just broke this man, in the best way possible.

His breath hitched, any thought in his head coming to a halt.

“…You actually mean that?”

When you nod, his whole heart melts.

“Baby… don’t make me cry.” He somewhat scolds, for making him this emotional, sappy tears pleading to escape at any moment.

Your husband wraps you up in his lean muscular arms immediately, bringing your body closer, nearly having the grip of a bear.

Satoru lovingly kissed your forehead, nose, cheeks—everywhere, refusing to let any spot go untouched by his lips.

Mumbling into your skin, “I love you so much too, you know that?”

Oh this man was dreading the day post-pregnancy came, praying you never returned back to his non-mushy wife.

Pink dividers by me

A/n | wrote this while having the most insane baby fever ugh..

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CURIOSITY KILLED THE ROOMMATE!!

FT | Satoru G, Suguru G, Kento N, Choso K, Toji F, Sukuna, R, Shoko I, & Yuki T.

Desc | Living with nosy roommates is already bad enough. But when they stumble upon your collection of personal items��and your weed stash ➜ you’re forced to endure their teasing, judgment, and in some cases… downbad proposals.

Cw | Crack, fluff, + suggestive + pre rls. | ML | Other new smaus? ➜ 1, 2, 3, & 4.

Divider creds | sister-lucifer & hyuneskkami.

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WORDS OF AFFIRMATION.

Cw | fluff drabble/crackish (?), lwk a little self-indulgent, pregnant reader/Papa!Toru, not proofread, oops..

FT | Satoru duhhh…

Wc | 0.5k ➜ ML

Before pregnancy? You were never once the type to express your love through words.

It all felt too strong rolling off the tongue for you, maybe it was because of how rough you grew up, but you’d rather choke and die before an “I love you sooo much baby.” Spilled out your lips, which is why you were more of an acts of service, physical touch, even a gift giving kind of girl.

Literally anything, BUT verbal affection.

Your husband would have to damn near drag an “I love you.” out the depths of your soul half the time. It’s not like it ever bothered him though, he got used to showing his love more instead–spontaneous dates, forehead kisses, or slipping decorated snacks into your bag before you went to work.

But pregnancy hormones just so happened to change everything.

At first, he’s heavily suspicious.

The first time you randomly utter, “You’re the best husband ever.” with one hand atop your round belly along huge adoring eyes, you manage to somehow make Satoru of all people freeze mid-bite of his dessert.

His confused blue eyes widened, jaw practically dropping to the earth’s core, as if you had magically shapeshifted.

“...Huh?”

“You just take such good care of me, Toru. I love you so much.” You replied to his befuddlement.

His reaction? Instantly squinting so much he could barely see in your direction.

“Who are you, and what did you do to my real wife!” Dramatically shaking your shoulders, with a fake tremble in his voice.

Your brow raised enough to high-five the ceiling “What are you on about?”

Eventually he gets real big-headed, maybe a little too fast.

The next day, when you sighed dreamily and murmured, “You’re so handsome, Toru. Our baby’s gonna be beautiful,” you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your tummy against his abs in a soft, lingering hug.

In true Satoru fashion his smirk activates.

“Damn right. Say it again.” He borderline demands, while returning the hug.

He quickly realizes he loves hearing you gush about him.

Hearing “You’re my favorite person in the world.” Turns into “Go on.”

Or hearing “You make me feel so safe, Satoru.” Turns into him responding by grinning “Of course I do.”

“I’m so lucky to have you.” Also turns into “Awww, baby, I know.” Paired along small back rubs.

But then, he gets tender one night.

In bed your fingers unexpectedly grab his pajama shirt and you delicately whisper, “I don’t tell you enough, but I really love you, Satoru.”

For a moment there’s silence, if anyone doesn’t count the owls wailing throughout the dark faded sky.

Yeah congratulations—you just broke this man, in the best way possible.

His breath hitched, any thought in his head coming to a halt.

“…You actually mean that?”

When you nod, his whole heart melts.

“Baby… don’t make me cry.” He somewhat scolds, for making him this emotional, sappy tears pleading to escape at any moment.

Your husband wraps you up in his lean muscular arms immediately, bringing your body closer, nearly having the grip of a bear.

Satoru lovingly kissed your forehead, nose, cheeks—everywhere, refusing to let any spot go untouched by his lips.

Mumbling into your skin, “I love you so much too, you know that?”

Oh this man was dreading the day post-pregnancy came, praying you never returned back to his non-mushy wife.

Pink dividers by me

A/n | wrote this while having the most insane baby fever ugh..

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✕ LAME, OKAY…?

FT | Satoru G, Suguru G, Kento N, Choso K, Toji F, Sukuna, R.

Desc | One betrayal after another, the cycle never seems to end. Different faces, same lies ➜ how many times can you be fooled before you finally walk away from the jjk men for good?

Cw | angst, toxic asf, manipulation, cheating, lovebombing, any misspelling is intentional, reader stands up in some and in some she doesn’t, Toji calls the reader ma, etc + established rls. | ML | Other new smaus? ➜ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, & 6.

Divider/Boarder creds | hyuneskkami, animatedglittergraphics-n-more, & aquazero.

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── .✦ random texts with your boyfriend, toji

part 2

[digitalaquagirl]

⌕ Giving ōral, for dummies! ★

Snippet | "Hmm. Increase suction gradually... Got it."

FT║ Fem!Reader ✘ Nerd!Choso K.

Desc | Your boyfriend was a perfectionist—so when you told him his heąd game wasn't that good, he took it personally ➜ Now, with a book and determination, he's is set on proving you wrong. But when he starts flipping pages mid-act, you realize you might've created a monster.

Cw║ ørāl f!xát!on, crack/šmųț (proceed with caution 18+ ⚠️) ōvėrstım, praısė, service dom!choso, fınġer!ng, pıv implied at the end, volleyball!player reader, mărk!ng, choso has braces & glasses, nerd/dork! Choso duh, sızę difference (if you squint,) + college au.

WC ➜ 2.1K ♪ ML

11 min read & Oneshot.

Your boyfriend was a perfectionist at everything he did. And when it came to pleasing you? Best believe there was no exception.

When you were reluctantly honest with him, telling him his head game skills weren’t that good, it hurt at first, yes, but he urgently became dedicated to getting that statement to eventually change. Proving he could take criticism well, he studied multiple articles and at one point even bought a few expensive books that fairly put a hole in his wallet on how to give a woman pleasure.

Which led you to being here in his neat dorm room after volleyball practice.

Head spinning like whirlpools as you leaned up on both elbows, staring down extremely fascinated at your boyfriend in between your spread thick thighs.

His glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, pale flushed face buried into your pussy all while checking every second to read another step.

“Cho, w-what’s with the book,” you stammered, already becoming a breathy whiney mess, from the tutorial he was following. “You could’ve–”

He must’ve finished reading a step off of the page or something, since he cut you off. Not with words, but with slow gentle wet kisses on your clit. As if he were taking little nibbles on his appetizer before getting to the main course.

Your whole body jerked. “Oh, fuuuck…” A long drawn out cry fell out from your mouth, sauntering over to his ears that were painted light-pink at the tips.

Choso hummed like he’d just confirmed one of the fun-facts about the clit having 10,281 nerves. Briskly adjusting his tortoise-shell glasses before flipping to the next page in the book propped open beside him titled “Giving Oral Sex, For Dummies!”

He kept his face relished between your legs, licking long, careful stripes across your slit—like he was terrified of leaving you unsatisfied again.

“Choso!” You abruptly gasped at his mouth working itself on you, tossing your head back, before blinking up, staggering eyes watching him. Unsure whether your stomach began to twist in arousal or secondhand embarrassment.

You were too lost in ecstasy to fully process what was happening either way, the only thing your brain could maybe manage to pick up was the faint buzz of the TV static in the background.

He continued, moving away for a moment to bring his head towards your slightly sweaty inner thigh lips latching onto the soft flesh, sucking delicately, as if the spot had a fragile sticker placed on it.

His tongue flicked against the skin in lazy strokes while a deep low groan vibrated against your thigh, and you felt it—the sensation rumbling through your skin, sinking into your bones.

You shivered. A whimper left your lips before you could stop it, secretly hoping his roommate wasn’t there. Your thighs twitching ever so slightly as heat charged through you.

Choso lifted his lips about thirty seconds later, admiring the deepening mark blooming on the fat of your thigh. He smiled, exhilarated at the sight of his masterpiece, his fingers kneading possessively at the painted flesh.

“Shit, it looks so beautiful on you, angel.” He murmured, voice spilling with warmth. His half-lidded eyes dragged over your skin, pupils dilated with admiration.

Your stomach flipped at the lovesick haze in his expression, heart hammering at how beyond gone he looked over a single bruise.

Then, Choso’s lips curled into a small, knowing smirk, fingers tracing the sensitive mark he’d left behind.

“Damn,” he uttered, amusement sprinkling his voice, “what’s the team gonna say when they see this, huh?” His confidence had soared—fed by the pretty sounds you repeatedly gave him, the way your body responded so easily to his mouth. Thanks to this little guide he knew he’d never receive poor ratings on his oral skills again.

Your breath hitched. A fresh wave of heat rolled through you at the realization—your shorts weren’t long enough to hide it.

“Shut up, and just make me cum.” You shot back, face heated in embarrassment, still making it your business to humble him somewhat.

Choso let out a deep, throaty chuckle against your thigh, the vibrations sending a fresh wave of heat straight to your core.

“Yes, ma’am!” He grinned, flashing just enough of his braces to make your mind dizzy, eyes gleaming as he lowered himself back between your legs. His wet muscle circled your bud at a deliberate, teasing pace—never too fast, or too slow, just enough to keep you desperate.

His mouth was hot, breath fanning over your slick sticky folds. When he pulled back just slightly—lips and chin glistening—his braces caught the bright light.

You swore you felt weak at the immense sight, everything about this man turned you on.

Choso licked his lips, not even bothering to wipe the mess off his face, and let out another low hum.

“Mmph, the book didn’t mention you’d taste this good, baby.”

You would’ve rolled your eyes at the comment—if his tongue wasn’t currently making your legs shake.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend’s violet eyes switched back to the page in front of him, scanning the text like he was preparing for a damn exam.

“Choso—oh my god—what are you even…”

“Shh, relax for me, okay?” He mumbled shushing you, pink lips still strikingly warm against your pussy.

Then—he turned the page, mouth poked out paired along furrowed brows. Tilting his head seriously too concentrated on what he read.

You blinked in disbelief, jaw dropping wide at the action nearly like you’ve seen a ghost. Did he just skip to another page?

“I need to see what step five is.” He added on, eyes glued to the details on what to do next.

“STEP FIVE?!”

Your head shot up, barely able to focus through the waves of pleasure crashing over you. But sure enough—Choso was nodding to himself, eyes scanning the page, mustering under his breath like he was taking mental notes.

“Hmm. Increase suction gradually… Got it.”

A second later, he wrapped his lips around your puffy clit and sucked, languid but firm, and your whole body convulsed. Your legs snapped around his head, locking him in place as your face contorted in pure, unfiltered pleasure.

“Choso—fuck—what exactly are you studying for?!” you yelped, genuinely confused, fingers tangling into his dark brown ponytails for support.

Your boyfriend actually pulled back, pushed up his glasses, and raised an eyebrow at you like you asked him the most obvious question ever.

“For you,” he answered back, completely calm. Then—without hesitation he dove right back in, swishing his head back and forth as his pointed nose brushed on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Holy. Shit.

You were fully losing it, while he remained completely composed, taking his sweet time applying every technique like he was testing out a new experiment. His fingers gripped your thighs, keeping you extended open like a damn science project.

“Ooh…ngh—Choso, wait!“

He did NOT wait.

In fact, he casually flipped to another page and straight away tried a new tongue technique.

Your back almost arched off the bed. Your head fell back. You were so gone.

And then you heard a fucking pencil scribbling?

“…Baby, the hell?” You heavily panted chest rising and falling on loop. “Are you seriously taking notes?!”

A long pause poured throughout the room, then sheepishly followed behind a high pitched…

“Maybe.”

If you weren’t seconds away from falling apart on his tongue, you’d burst into rib-hurting laughter.

“You’re doing amazing,” he praised, like you were the one putting in work—like you weren’t the one seeing stars.

And as you felt his fingers easily push inside, curling just right, your stomach tensed.

Your own fingers never felt this good.

Your body recognized that telltale tightening in your core—the coil rapidly winding down.

No fucking way.

No way your boyfriend—who was literally using a goddamn manual—was about to make you cum off of it.

You swallowed hard, body trembling.

But with the way Choso was fingering you—intent, precise, full-on committed—you had a sinking feeling this was about to be the best orgasm of your life.

And you were right.

“F-Fuck—Choso, I’m…“

He didn’t stop. His fingers pressed up against that spot, tongue moving faster, tighter, messier, fully loyal to the task at hand. His glasses slid down his nose a second time. His face was dripping with you, and he didn’t even care.

If anything, he looked like he was thriving.

“C’mon, baby,” he coaxed, lapping you up like you were his drug. “I know you’re close.”

You were. Too close, causing you to have an almost love-hate relationship with his attentiveness.

Your thighs shook around his head, your fingers scrambled for something to hold onto, the tension snapped in your belly, and suddenly—

You were coming so hard you forgot your own name for a minute.

A sharp sob tore from your lips as your back arched off the bed, pleasure crashing over you in thick, electric waves.

Trembling, while Choso whimpered low. Desperate with arousal, like you just did something to him.

Then you felt it.

His hips rolling against the mattress, shaking the whole bed.

Grinding into it like he was losing his damn mind, whining softly as his fingers dug into your thighs nearly leaving more marks.

The awareness sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

Even with his mouth on you, his hands on you, his tongue deep in your pussy—he still needed more.

Finally, your body collapsed—unable to lean on your elbows anymore. Boneless, breathless, outright ruined.

Choso pulled back, shining with your slick on his chin, glasses fogged, pupils blown like a hot air balloon as he stared at you, awestruck. His breath came in uneven pants, chest rising and falling as if he’d just finished a marathon—except the only thing he had been running was his tongue against your cunt.

You let out an unhurried, quivery breath, body still trembling in the aftermath.

“…Gosh, you’re so ridiculous, babe.” You sighed, still trying to catch your composure, the remnants of pleasure making your voice weaker than intended.

Choso grinned, bashful, swiping the back of his hand over his chin as if to wipe away the mess—only to smudge it further. “Listen… it helped at least?”

Your core throbbed, empty, still fluttering around nothing. The ghost of his fingers, his mouth, the relentless precision of his tongue, lingered between your thighs, and it was very clear—you weren’t stopping here.

You tilted your head, voice firm. “I want your cock inside me. Now.”

Choso choked on his own spit.

His whole body tensed, hands gripping your thighs a little tighter, lips parting like he wanted to say something��but nothing came out. His pupils were blown, his breath shaky, and fuck, he was practically vibrating with restraint.

But who was he to deny you?

His fingers fumbled to undo his sweats, shoving them down just enough to free his cock—already painfully hard.

The tip drooled an ample amount of pre-cum, glistening under the dim light, a desperate testament to just how much eating you out had ruined him.

He exhaled sharply, giving himself a few slow, measured strokes, watching the way your thighs trembled, the way your lips parted when you saw him. A deep moan rumbled in his chest, and he finally lined himself up, running the swollen tip along your entrance, smearing his slick against your heat.

Then—he fucking picked up the book again.

Your eyes popped open.

“Choso.” Your voice was sharp and dangerous.

Forcing him to freeze.

“Uh—“ He glanced at the book. Then at you. Then back at the book. “I just wanted to see if there’s a section on penetration—”

“Boy if you don’t put that damn book down.”

Choso’s eyes widened, and the book was on the floor in seconds.

“Okay, okay—fuck,” he laughed breathlessly, his hands finding purchase on your thighs again. “You’re so sexy when you’re all bossy.”

You felt the massive tip press against your entrance, splitting you open as he steadily pushed in.

Yeah, you could tell you were in for a long night.

By the time morning hit, your entire body ached—not the good kind of sore after a tough practice, but the kind that made you rethink all your life choices. Your legs felt like jelly, muscles strained and overworked in a way even the most brutal drills had never managed.

It was worse than endless blocking reps. Worse than the time your coach made you do wall sits for five straight minutes after missing a serve.

You groaned as you shifted, a sharp ache shot up your thighs. Your abs protested, your hips throbbed, and as you carefully swung your legs over the edge of the bed, you had a horrifying realization.

There was no way in hell you were walking normally today.

Your toes barely touched the floor before your knees buckled, forcing you to grab onto the nightstand for balance.

Already dreading the moment you had to step onto the court.

All you could do now was pray your coach wouldn’t notice how funny you were walking.

➜ Masterlist.

➜ A reblog, like, or comment is highly appreciated!!

➜ A/n | I had this silly little idea a few days ago, so I hope you enjoyed it :) + this was lowkey supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away

Divider/Boarder creds | hyuneskkami + adornedwithlight.

[digitalaquagirl]

⌕ Giving ōral, for dummies! ★

Snippet | "Hmm. Increase suction gradually... Got it."

FT║ Fem!Reader ✘ Nerd!Choso K.

Desc | Your boyfriend was a perfectionist—so when you told him his heąd game wasn't that good, he took it personally ➜ Now, with a book and determination, he's is set on proving you wrong. But when he starts flipping pages mid-act, you realize you might've created a monster.

Cw║ ørāl f!xát!on, crack/šmųț (proceed with caution 18+ ⚠️) ōvėrstım, praısė, service dom!choso, fınġer!ng, pıv implied at the end, volleyball!player reader, mărk!ng, choso has braces & glasses, nerd/dork! Choso duh, sızę difference (if you squint,) + college au.

WC ➜ 2.1K ♪ ML

11 min read & Oneshot.

Your boyfriend was a perfectionist at everything he did. And when it came to pleasing you? Best believe there was no exception.

When you were reluctantly honest with him, telling him his head game skills weren’t that good, it hurt at first, yes, but he urgently became dedicated to getting that statement to eventually change. Proving he could take criticism well, he studied multiple articles and at one point even bought a few expensive books that fairly put a hole in his wallet on how to give a woman pleasure.

Which led you to being here in his neat dorm room after volleyball practice.

Head spinning like whirlpools as you leaned up on both elbows, staring down extremely fascinated at your boyfriend in between your spread thick thighs.

His glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose, pale flushed face buried into your pussy all while checking every second to read another step.

“Cho, w-what’s with the book,” you stammered, already becoming a breathy whiney mess, from the tutorial he was following. “You could’ve–”

He must’ve finished reading a step off of the page or something, since he cut you off. Not with words, but with slow gentle wet kisses on your clit. As if he were taking little nibbles on his appetizer before getting to the main course.

Your whole body jerked. “Oh, fuuuck…” A long drawn out cry fell out from your mouth, sauntering over to his ears that were painted light-pink at the tips.

Choso hummed like he’d just confirmed one of the fun-facts about the clit having 10,281 nerves. Briskly adjusting his tortoise-shell glasses before flipping to the next page in the book propped open beside him titled “Giving Oral Sex, For Dummies!”

He kept his face relished between your legs, licking long, careful stripes across your slit—like he was terrified of leaving you unsatisfied again.

“Choso!” You abruptly gasped at his mouth working itself on you, tossing your head back, before blinking up, staggering eyes watching him. Unsure whether your stomach began to twist in arousal or secondhand embarrassment.

You were too lost in ecstasy to fully process what was happening either way, the only thing your brain could maybe manage to pick up was the faint buzz of the TV static in the background.

He continued, moving away for a moment to bring his head towards your slightly sweaty inner thigh lips latching onto the soft flesh, sucking delicately, as if the spot had a fragile sticker placed on it.

His tongue flicked against the skin in lazy strokes while a deep low groan vibrated against your thigh, and you felt it—the sensation rumbling through your skin, sinking into your bones.

You shivered. A whimper left your lips before you could stop it, secretly hoping his roommate wasn’t there. Your thighs twitching ever so slightly as heat charged through you.

Choso lifted his lips about thirty seconds later, admiring the deepening mark blooming on the fat of your thigh. He smiled, exhilarated at the sight of his masterpiece, his fingers kneading possessively at the painted flesh.

“Shit, it looks so beautiful on you, angel.” He murmured, voice spilling with warmth. His half-lidded eyes dragged over your skin, pupils dilated with admiration.

Your stomach flipped at the lovesick haze in his expression, heart hammering at how beyond gone he looked over a single bruise.

Then, Choso’s lips curled into a small, knowing smirk, fingers tracing the sensitive mark he’d left behind.

“Damn,” he uttered, amusement sprinkling his voice, “what’s the team gonna say when they see this, huh?” His confidence had soared—fed by the pretty sounds you repeatedly gave him, the way your body responded so easily to his mouth. Thanks to this little guide he knew he’d never receive poor ratings on his oral skills again.

Your breath hitched. A fresh wave of heat rolled through you at the realization—your shorts weren’t long enough to hide it.

“Shut up, and just make me cum.” You shot back, face heated in embarrassment, still making it your business to humble him somewhat.

Choso let out a deep, throaty chuckle against your thigh, the vibrations sending a fresh wave of heat straight to your core.

“Yes, ma’am!” He grinned, flashing just enough of his braces to make your mind dizzy, eyes gleaming as he lowered himself back between your legs. His wet muscle circled your bud at a deliberate, teasing pace—never too fast, or too slow, just enough to keep you desperate.

His mouth was hot, breath fanning over your slick sticky folds. When he pulled back just slightly—lips and chin glistening—his braces caught the bright light.

You swore you felt weak at the immense sight, everything about this man turned you on.

Choso licked his lips, not even bothering to wipe the mess off his face, and let out another low hum.

“Mmph, the book didn’t mention you’d taste this good, baby.”

You would’ve rolled your eyes at the comment—if his tongue wasn’t currently making your legs shake.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend’s violet eyes switched back to the page in front of him, scanning the text like he was preparing for a damn exam.

“Choso—oh my god—what are you even…”

“Shh, relax for me, okay?” He mumbled shushing you, pink lips still strikingly warm against your pussy.

Then—he turned the page, mouth poked out paired along furrowed brows. Tilting his head seriously too concentrated on what he read.

You blinked in disbelief, jaw dropping wide at the action nearly like you’ve seen a ghost. Did he just skip to another page?

“I need to see what step five is.” He added on, eyes glued to the details on what to do next.

“STEP FIVE?!”

Your head shot up, barely able to focus through the waves of pleasure crashing over you. But sure enough—Choso was nodding to himself, eyes scanning the page, mustering under his breath like he was taking mental notes.

“Hmm. Increase suction gradually… Got it.”

A second later, he wrapped his lips around your puffy clit and sucked, languid but firm, and your whole body convulsed. Your legs snapped around his head, locking him in place as your face contorted in pure, unfiltered pleasure.

“Choso—fuck—what exactly are you studying for?!” you yelped, genuinely confused, fingers tangling into his dark brown ponytails for support.

Your boyfriend actually pulled back, pushed up his glasses, and raised an eyebrow at you like you asked him the most obvious question ever.

“For you,” he answered back, completely calm. Then—without hesitation he dove right back in, swishing his head back and forth as his pointed nose brushed on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Holy. Shit.

You were fully losing it, while he remained completely composed, taking his sweet time applying every technique like he was testing out a new experiment. His fingers gripped your thighs, keeping you extended open like a damn science project.

“Ooh…ngh—Choso, wait!“

He did NOT wait.

In fact, he casually flipped to another page and straight away tried a new tongue technique.

Your back almost arched off the bed. Your head fell back. You were so gone.

And then you heard a fucking pencil scribbling?

“…Baby, the hell?” You heavily panted chest rising and falling on loop. “Are you seriously taking notes?!”

A long pause poured throughout the room, then sheepishly followed behind a high pitched…

“Maybe.”

If you weren’t seconds away from falling apart on his tongue, you’d burst into rib-hurting laughter.

“You’re doing amazing,” he praised, like you were the one putting in work—like you weren’t the one seeing stars.

And as you felt his fingers easily push inside, curling just right, your stomach tensed.

Your own fingers never felt this good.

Your body recognized that telltale tightening in your core—the coil rapidly winding down.

No fucking way.

No way your boyfriend—who was literally using a goddamn manual—was about to make you cum off of it.

You swallowed hard, body trembling.

But with the way Choso was fingering you—intent, precise, full-on committed—you had a sinking feeling this was about to be the best orgasm of your life.

And you were right.

“F-Fuck—Choso, I’m…“

He didn’t stop. His fingers pressed up against that spot, tongue moving faster, tighter, messier, fully loyal to the task at hand. His glasses slid down his nose a second time. His face was dripping with you, and he didn’t even care.

If anything, he looked like he was thriving.

“C’mon, baby,” he coaxed, lapping you up like you were his drug. “I know you’re close.”

You were. Too close, causing you to have an almost love-hate relationship with his attentiveness.

Your thighs shook around his head, your fingers scrambled for something to hold onto, the tension snapped in your belly, and suddenly—

You were coming so hard you forgot your own name for a minute.

A sharp sob tore from your lips as your back arched off the bed, pleasure crashing over you in thick, electric waves.

Trembling, while Choso whimpered low. Desperate with arousal, like you just did something to him.

Then you felt it.

His hips rolling against the mattress, shaking the whole bed.

Grinding into it like he was losing his damn mind, whining softly as his fingers dug into your thighs nearly leaving more marks.

The awareness sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

Even with his mouth on you, his hands on you, his tongue deep in your pussy—he still needed more.

Finally, your body collapsed—unable to lean on your elbows anymore. Boneless, breathless, outright ruined.

Choso pulled back, shining with your slick on his chin, glasses fogged, pupils blown like a hot air balloon as he stared at you, awestruck. His breath came in uneven pants, chest rising and falling as if he’d just finished a marathon—except the only thing he had been running was his tongue against your cunt.

You let out an unhurried, quivery breath, body still trembling in the aftermath.

“…Gosh, you’re so ridiculous, babe.” You sighed, still trying to catch your composure, the remnants of pleasure making your voice weaker than intended.

Choso grinned, bashful, swiping the back of his hand over his chin as if to wipe away the mess—only to smudge it further. “Listen… it helped at least?”

Your core throbbed, empty, still fluttering around nothing. The ghost of his fingers, his mouth, the relentless precision of his tongue, lingered between your thighs, and it was very clear—you weren’t stopping here.

You tilted your head, voice firm. “I want your cock inside me. Now.”

Choso choked on his own spit.

His whole body tensed, hands gripping your thighs a little tighter, lips parting like he wanted to say something—but nothing came out. His pupils were blown, his breath shaky, and fuck, he was practically vibrating with restraint.

But who was he to deny you?

His fingers fumbled to undo his sweats, shoving them down just enough to free his cock—already painfully hard.

The tip drooled an ample amount of pre-cum, glistening under the dim light, a desperate testament to just how much eating you out had ruined him.

He exhaled sharply, giving himself a few slow, measured strokes, watching the way your thighs trembled, the way your lips parted when you saw him. A deep moan rumbled in his chest, and he finally lined himself up, running the swollen tip along your entrance, smearing his slick against your heat.

Then—he fucking picked up the book again.

Your eyes popped open.

“Choso.” Your voice was sharp and dangerous.

Forcing him to freeze.

“Uh—“ He glanced at the book. Then at you. Then back at the book. “I just wanted to see if there’s a section on penetration—”

“Boy if you don’t put that damn book down.”

Choso’s eyes widened, and the book was on the floor in seconds.

“Okay, okay—fuck,” he laughed breathlessly, his hands finding purchase on your thighs again. “You’re so sexy when you’re all bossy.”

You felt the massive tip press against your entrance, splitting you open as he steadily pushed in.

Yeah, you could tell you were in for a long night.

By the time morning hit, your entire body ached—not the good kind of sore after a tough practice, but the kind that made you rethink all your life choices. Your legs felt like jelly, muscles strained and overworked in a way even the most brutal drills had never managed.

It was worse than endless blocking reps. Worse than the time your coach made you do wall sits for five straight minutes after missing a serve.

You groaned as you shifted, a sharp ache shot up your thighs. Your abs protested, your hips throbbed, and as you carefully swung your legs over the edge of the bed, you had a horrifying realization.

There was no way in hell you were walking normally today.

Your toes barely touched the floor before your knees buckled, forcing you to grab onto the nightstand for balance.

Already dreading the moment you had to step onto the court.

All you could do now was pray your coach wouldn’t notice how funny you were walking.

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➜ A reblog, like, or comment is highly appreciated!!

➜ A/n | I had this silly little idea a few days ago, so I hope you enjoyed it :) + this was lowkey supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away

Divider/Boarder creds | hyuneskkami + adornedwithlight.

[digitalaquagirl]

𖦹 SMASH OR PASS? 𖦹

Snippet | “Who you foolin’, doll? Look atcha—fuckin’ ruined for me.”

FT║ Fem!Reader ✘ Toji, F.

Desc║ A harmless Smash or Pass game in the break room turns into a real experience when Toji overhears your bold declaration—and later that night, he ensures you live up to your words.

Cw║ Smut proceed w caution, minimal plot, Co-workers trope, Dom/Sub dynamics, mānhandling, s!ze k!nk, tummy bulge, overstim, degrádàt!on/praise, creamp!e, chok!ng/breath play, light impact play, scratching/b!ting, a bit of säd!sm (?), humiliation, mirror sɛx, dumbǐfīcation, cocķ drunk reader, unrealistic d size, forced eye contact, implied consent + rough sėx.

WC ➜ 2.3K ➜ ML

15 minute read. | Fic type: Oneshot.

The break room was a breeding ground for gossip or useless conversations. An extremely comfortable olive-green sofa—dubbed the equivalent of a bear’s hibernation spot—stood out in contrast to concerningly constant flickering of fluorescent lights, an indented scent of roasted black coffee tip-toeing throughout the room, soon followed by cheap air freshener, while a few faded vending machines—marked with worn-out “Out of Order!” signs for what felt like decades completed the dreary atmosphere.

Unfortunately, the only real pop of color in the otherwise dull break room was the sofa everyone was obsessed with. And when you give employees a sofa with little else to entertain them you get insanely bored, unanimous groans echoing until someone suggests starting a corny game of smash or pass starring some other co-workers.

The thing is you weren’t particularly interested at first, completely tuning them out as you scrolled through cute orange cat videos on TikTok, your phone nestled in tired hands. That was—until someone blurted out, “Smash or pass Toji Fushiguro?”

A few people had the absolute nerve to say pass without even giving any reasoning. You broke your neck turning toward them, clicking your phone off to save a little battery—suddenly caring about the game you thought was so ‘stupid.’

You couldn’t deny it—you took that personally, as if Toji had already put a ring on your finger and asked for your hand in marriage on one bent knee. Lips parted without a second thought, you jumped in to defend him, readily interrupting, “Y’all are wild for passing thee Toji Fushiguro, but more for me, I guess. Smash. In fact, I’d let him manhandle me if I had the chance!”

You practically gushed, recalling every time his pecs looked one flex away from obliterating his poor, helpless uniform. The stretch of fabric over hard muscle, the teasing glimpse of skin whenever he rolled up his sleeves—it was certainly dangerous. And those brief glances you two shared? Just a flicker of eye contact was enough to make your heart stutter and your daydream-state brain short-circuit.

Laughter erupted, loud enough to deafen poor ears, splattered across the room, along with an appalled gasp from an observant co-worker.

“Oooh, speak of the devil…” she teased, wiggling her brows and covering her mouth.

Because, unluckily for you, Toji stood tall, folded arms, leaning against the doorway that nearly was unsuitable to fit his build. Clearly amused by your bold statement, a smirk rested easily on his face, piercing green eyes locking onto yours.

“Oh really, sweetheart?” he teased, running a hand through his short, jet-black hair. His chuckle was deep enough to shake the room, sending heat pooling between your needy thighs—yet startling enough to make your heart lurch at his unexpected presence.

“Oh my god, Toji, I didn’t mean-” you struggled to breathe out, your throat going dry as you shoved your slightly sweaty palms into your pockets.

Why’d he have to come in literally on cue? you thought, stomach twisting into knots, your skin burning like a furnace.

The room watched in silence, entranced, as if they had just been left on a cliffhanger in a movie, whispers shooting amongst them left and right.

Toji pushed off the doorframe, taking a slow step inside. “Didn’t mean it, huh?” He kissed his teeth, eyes dragging over you in a way that made your skin prickle with goosebumps. “Shame, y’seemed pretty confident about that little claim a second ago.”

“Fine, fine, I said what I said.” You huffed, rolling your eyes, forcing yourself to stand your ground—even though you weren’t prepared for him to literally make you eat your words.

Because later that night, Toji had you pinned against his bedroom wall, facing him, one sore leg flung over his shoulder—completely vulnerable to his merciless speed.

Each brutal thrust knocked the breath from your lungs, the humid air filled with loud, staggering gasps. His grip was cruel, fingers digging into your hips as he kept your wobbly leg steady, smug at the way your body trembled under his touch.

The freezing surface of the wall contrasted with the intensity between the two of you, while looking in his direction at a time like this felt impossible.

Not that he let you look away—when you did focus anywhere else feeling embarrassed by how easily you let him fuck, his big rough hand grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Shit, that’s it baby, want you to look at me while you takin’ it.” He whispered, hot breath fanning all over your ear.

Your walls fluttered violently at his sinful words, your body bouncing feebly against the wall with every ram into your velvet walls. You could hardly take his strength, nothing more than a ragdoll for him to use, each filthy, deep stroke claiming you as his property.

His thrusts alone were enough to tell you—you were his little fucktoy.

Breaking eye contact for a brief second he peeked down seeing your one unsteady leg in action, borderline hissing at him for the amount of time he had you pressed against this wall.

“Mmmh, poor thing, huh?” he sneered, proud you struggled to keep up with him. “Leg already shakin’ we’ve barely even started.”

A taunting lie.

You had been at it for hours. There was no way in hell this was just the beginning. You could barely believe your ears when he had the audacity to say otherwise.

Before you could even attempt to reply, his hand shot up to your throat, thick fingers wrapping around your neck with precise control.

He squeezed just enough to leave your head spinning, your drooling cunt twitching at the way the pressure made the pleasure more intense—hypnotic, all-consuming.

And the moment you let out those choked, gasping moans, Toji grinned like a cheshire cat.

He knew he had you.

“Ohhh, fuck yeah—there it is, mhm,” Toji murmured smoothly, placing a soft kiss on your jawline—as if he wasn’t currently scrambling your guts.

Your walls clenched around his fat length, so fucking snug, your body basically begging for more.

Mouth falling open letting out whimpers that sprang off of the thin apartment walls, eyes hazy, with furrowed brows having a mind that could hardly function as your head lolled against the wall.

The only thing you could focus on? How impossibly full you felt, every thick inch of him smothering your sweet spots.

“Shit, baby, you really are dumb for my cock, huh?”

Toji’s lips curled devilishly, ego soaring at how easily he reduced you to just this—mindless, whiney, hungry slut for him.

“Aah, y-yes, yes, yes!”

“Good answer, pretty girl.” He spat, chest looming over your smaller figure.

Body grinding up into your sweaty pelvis real slow to catch you off guard a little feeling him nudging on your throbbing clit causing you to squirm.

But that little break didn’t last for long, he was right back to slamming into your sopping hole.

“Ooh, fuck—s-slow down, s’toomuch!” you pleaded, legs trembling as another sharp stroke sent a shockwave of ecstasy straight to your core.

Your stiletto nails dug into his shoulders, scratching deep, drawing thin rivulets of blood—desperate for something, anything to hold onto.

The sting only made Toji groan, a low, thirsty sound rumbling from his chest.

“Too much? Thought you wanted some manhandlin’ sweetheart.” He mocked.

His hand left your throat solely to slap your soft tits triggering a jolt reaction in your body, eyes glued at the way they jiggled every time his cock speared into you hitting so unfathomably it made your stomach bulge.

“Can’t handle me hm?”

“I can it’s just-” You tried to argue, but your voice came out weak, wrecked, breathless—like it had run out of ink from being used too much.

Toji snickered.

“Who you foolin’ doll? Look atcha, fuckin’ destroyed for me.” His voice ridiculed, one arm wrapped under your ass, lifting you effortlessly, stepping closer to the broad black-framed mirror across his room, as he used two fingers to turn your head.

Your reflection looked absolutely torn apart.

Toji’s markings were painted all over your skin, bruises and love bites that made it painfully clear you’d need to stop by a convenience store for some heavy-duty makeup before work tomorrow.

Your pretty pussy splitting open around his thick ten-inch cock, sparkling with slick.

Your mouth fell open in pure shock, infused with just a hint of awe.

Toji smirked slyly. “Didn’t even realize how fuckin’ filthy you looked, huh?” he rasped, licking a slow stripe up the side of your neck, his sharp teeth nipping at your ear—provoking a full-body shudder.

Tiny frame looking so good blended with him, quaking, mewling, accommodating his size. Struggling, you could barely handle him, and yet, he was sure he was a perfect fit for your little cunt.

Your stomach clenched at the sight, your walls grasping around him, signaling you were close again.

Toji growled at the way you crushed him.

“Ohh fuck yeah, Y/n you like watchin’ yourself get ruined?” He cooed, vibrating his voice with lust.

His thrusts got sharper, meaner, as one of your hands slid to your lower stomach, pressing against the bulge of his ten-inches.

Melting at the feeling was honestly an understatement.

“God, you’re so deep,” you hummed, your voice thick and sultry, nearly a duplicate of aged wine.

“Yeah? You feel me right there, huh?” Toji’s almond eyes parachuted down, watching how even his curved shaft outlined inside your belly. “Bet you love bein’ stuffed like a lil’ whore.”

You eagerly nodded, your breath hitching as Toji drove into you, each ruthless snap sending blasted waves through your body.

The way he fucked you—deep, unrelenting, possessive—had your mind hazy, You could already feel it building again, that overwhelming heat coiling tight in your core, ready to burst at any moment.

The instant his thick, mushroom-shaped tip slammed against your A-spot, pleasure unfurled inside you—deep, raw, and all-consuming.

Each precise, relentless thrust sent sharp thrills of euphoria rippling through your body, the pressure working up at an unbearable pace.

Your walls fluttered around his length, as the pleasure crested violently, surging through you in frenzied, pulsing waves that left you breathless.

Your entire body tensed, every muscle seizing at once as a wave of electric desire scampered over you.

Your vision blurred, unable to focus on Toji’s face anymore, the sheer intensity washing over your senses—momentarily drowning you in the mind-numbing pleasure.

A string of blaring curses rushed out of your lips, as the climax punctured through, feeling demolishing. Fingers clenching, toes curling, your body jittering with aftershocks.

The world around you faded, leaving mainly the astounding gratification, the lingering tremors that left you stunned.

“Hahhh, oh fuck—there she goes,” Toji grunted, watching your reflection convulse, loving the way your pussy clenched down on him, gripping him so tight he pulsed inside you.

You sobbed, false lashes coming loose, tears slipping down your scorching-hot cheeks.

He didn’t slow down whatsoever.

If anything, he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own—dragging you along for the ride.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, hypersensitive as he kept pushing deeper, hitting that same devastating spot.

Skin slapping together rained through the entire bedroom, incapable of holding any noise back due to the immense mix of exhilaration this gave you, leaving Toji room to comment on it.

“You’re so loud, princess—y’want the whole damn building to hear us?” he scoffed, not in the mood for noise complaints later.

To solve this issue?

His pink-lips crashed against yours, swallowing your cries. The kiss was messy, drool droplets forming at the side of your mouth, a futile effort to muffle the high-pitched moans spilling into his smooth lips.

He fucked you through the overwhelming overstimulation, each deep thrust making your entire body tremble.

You were already too sensitive from previous rounds, pleasure teetering on the edge of pain, but he didn’t care—if anything, the way your walls kept suffocating him only spurred him on.

His groan was low and rough when you let out a broken, high-pitched sing-song moan, the sound shooting straight to his cock.

And with the way he was still so ridiculously hard, his length bulging against your stomach, pressing against that sensitive spot over and over?

You could barely think. A strangled whine slipped from your lips, your lashes fluttering as your vision blurred, overstimulation pulling you into a hazy, delirious state.

But Toji was right there with you.

His pace turned sloppy, thrusts losing rhythm as his control started to dissolve.

He buried his face against your skin, breath hot and heavy, panting against the shell of your ear. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers pressing into your flesh like he was trying to brand himself into you.

“Shit—gonna fuckin’ fill you up, baby. That okay?” he groaned, voice strained, desperate asking for permission.

All you could do was mumble out a frail “Yes!”

“Gonna make sure you feel me in this tummy for weeks,” he murmured, exaggerating the words, but fuck—at this point, you believed him.

Your eyes rolled back, your body going rigid as another orgasm crashed into you without warning, pleasure slamming through your veins like a lightning strike. Your walls clamped down around him so tight he nearly choked on a groan, his whole body tensing at the feeling.

That was it for him.

His hands locked onto your thighs, grip bruising as he slammed into you one final time.

His teeth sank into your shoulder, muffling his deep, wrecked moan as he came—thick, hot spurts spilling deep inside you, emptying himself like he hadn’t had sex in months.

Another pulse sent another sharp jolt of pleasure through you, making your legs shake as he fucked his release deeper, hips jerking uncontrollably with every last drop.

“Fuuuuck, fuck, fuck, Y/nnnnnnn,” he sighed, voice heavy with exhaustion and bliss.

His head fell back, eyes screwed shut, his cock still twitching inside your spent, quivering walls.

His arms tightened around you, locking you in place against his chest, making sure none of it went to waste—making sure you took all of him. You shuddered in his hold, completely wrecked, all his.

That bastard just smirked, pressing lazy kisses to your cheek.

“If I knew you were fangirling like that,” he muttered, cockiness entwined his tone, “I would’ve given you an autograph sooner, sweet thing.”

➜ ML

➜ I don't usually write rough sėx so, I hope you enjoyed 😋

➜ A rb, like, or comment is highly appreciated!!

Divider creds | enchanthings-a + hyuneskkami.

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𖦹 “WHAT ROUND Y’ALL ON?” ⌕

FT | S.G, S.G, K.N, C.K, T.F, S.R.

Desc | Being left on delivered, or seen? Unacceptable behavior. ➜ So naturally you assume the worst… (about someone who isn’t even yours yet.)

Cw | fluff-ish/more so suggestive + pre rls. | ML | Other smaus? ➜ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Divider/Boarder creds | hyuneskkami + ianrkives.

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