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satorusgirltonight · 6 days ago

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"I'll Gut You Like A Fish!"

જ⁀➴ Ghostface : Day 19

feat. Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto ᯓ★ What's wrong with your boyfriends killing a random sleazebag here and there? You just like to indulge in the celebration that comes after.

warnings! : NSFW 18+, college au, exhibitionism, breast play, fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, male masturbation, oral sex (m and f receiving), creampie, cum eating, blood play, knife play, murder (not of reader), fucking over a dead body, everyone getting bricked up over murder

ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3

The familiar hands of your boyfriend find themselves around your waist, swaying to the beat of whatever techno song plays as drunk college students stumble along to the bass vibrating across the walls.

“Got a present for you upstairs.”

Gojo’s lips ghost the shell of your ear, nipping at it teasingly as you throw your head back into the crook of his neck.

“Oh?” He presses his front up against your backside. You can feel the way his cock strains in his pants as he subtly grinds up against you.

Gojo trails kisses down your neck and you shiver. “Come on, babe. Suguru’s getting a little impatient. You know how he is.” His hands move down to grab at your ass, motioning you along in the frat house, up the stairs to one of the rooms at the end of the hall.

The metallic, iron-like smell of blood fills the air as you open the door, making you halt in place. In front of you stands your other boyfriend Geto, dressed in an all-too-familiar black robe and holding a bloody knife.

His head lifts up as he hears you two come in. He sets the knife onto a desk and stalks across the room, grabbing you from Gojo’s hold and bringing you in for a passionate kiss. You moan into Geto’s lips, digging your fingers into his long black tresses.

“What’s this from?” you ask hesitantly when you pull apart from him.

Before either one of your boyfriends can answer you, a broken moan sounds from the other side of the room, as though below the bed.

Geto takes your hand, guiding you to the source of the noise.

You gasp and take a step back, falling into his chest as you’re greeted with the sight of a bloodied man, writhing across the floor. Through his light colored shirt you can see multiple stab wounds, courtesy of Geto. The man coughs, and blood spurts out of his mouth, covering his neck and chest.

Gojo then pipes up, throwing an arm around Geto’s shoulder and jerking his head to the man. “Recognize him?”

You can’t seem to place who this is at first. But then when you look past all of the blood, you’re able to place why he seems so familiar. Just an hour or two ago, when you first arrived with Gojo and Geto at this party, this guy was in the kitchen with all the alcohol. When you went to get some for yourself, he groped your ass, something you complained about to your boyfriends later on.

The guy coughs again, and it sounds like a gargle. He clutches his side, a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding coming out of multiple wounds.

“Help me,” he moans, blood dribbling from the sides of his lips.

It’s a gross sight, really, and you sneer at the sight of him. No way in hell were you helping someone like him. Especially if it would be your boyfriends that you would hypothetically be up against.

You narrow your eyes, turning and walking away from him. “Maybe you should keep your hands off of women and you wouldn’t end up like this, asshole.”

“Ooh,” Gojo hisses from behind you. “Sorry, bud. Better luck next time.”

“You,” —the guy spits out more blood— “bitch.”

“Now, now, enough of that.” Geto grabs him by the curls on his head, dragging him forward so that he’s positioned in the center of the room, closer to where you stand near the bottom of the bed.

Gojo strides on over nonchalantly, standing right behind you. He starts to caress your sides, his hands moving sensually up and down your body. If it was possible, Gojo seems even harder now. His cock throbs in his pants as it presses against your backside. “Watch,” he whispers to you.

Geto stands in front of you, still holding the man up by his hair. He’s on his knees, and the blood from his mouth and his wounds are slowly starting to stain his clothes and his body a pinkish color.

The man winces as Geto’s grip on him tightens. “You’re here because we need to teach you a lesson.”

You gasp as Gojo’s hands move under your shirt, pulling it and your bra up in one fell swoop. He starts to pinch and pull at your nipples, which stand hard with your aroused state.

Geto hums in satisfaction at the sight, his eyes hooded with pleasure.

“Did you really think we would let you touch her like this?” Gojo chimes in. He relishes in how your body wriggles against him, craving his touch. One of his hands moves lower, and lower, and lower, and then disappears into your pants.

You moan as Gojo starts to play with your pussy, fingering at your slit. “Can’t believe how wet you are,” he croons in your ear, “getting worked up over something like this.” He tuts at you, playing with your folds as you let your body fall into him.

“Like—” you’re interrupted by your own involuntary moan as Gojo sticks two fingers inside of you with no warning. “Like you’re one to talk.”

His cock jumps as he laughs. He curls his fingers, and then begins to pump them in and out of your pussy.

“You see that?” Geto says. He’s talking to the bloody guy. “Only we get to touch her like that.” He leans down, staring at him eye to eye. “This is why you’re here. Because you touched something that’s ours. And for that” —he reaches behind him, brandishing the bloody knife— “you’ll have to pay.”

Seeing your typically calm and collected boyfriend take control like that was doing things to you. You feel your body heat up, and your core clenches around Gojo’s fingers, your imagination running wild with the change in your boyfriend’s behavior, thinking about all the things he could do to you.

Your moans are uncontrollable now as you whine and buck against Gojo, craving more.

“Shit, Suguru. Look at him, he’s hard!” Your boyfriend jeers at the man on the ground, but you don’t care enough to take your attention off the pleasure. “Aw man, what a fucking loser. Gotta get hard over our girl ‘cause he can’t find one on his own.”

Geto lets out a sound of disgust, sending a kick to the guy’s kidney. “Filthy fucking monkey.”

You can feel your peak approaching, and as you tighten around Gojo’s fingers he’s able to sense it, too. “Fuck, Suguru, I think she’s about to cum.”

“Not yet.” Suguru reaches out behind him, grabbing one last thing—a Ghostface mask. He fastens it onto his head before turning back to his soon-to-be victim.

“Fuck with our girl, pay the price.”

With that, Geto holds the man’s head up and slowly digs his knife across his throat. Blood pours out in waves, splashing against his body and the floor beneath him. Geto drops him without a care, and the man’s body falls face-first onto the floor as his blood surrounds him in a giant pool.

You gasp, and the shock of the scene in front of you paired with Gojo’s fingers wildly fucking into you has you cumming before you can even notice. Your eyes squeeze shut and your legs shake as your orgasm hits, your body going weak as Gojo holds you up.

When you open your eyes, Geto stands in front of you, still donning his bloody mask and knife.

You pant heavily, staring up at your boyfriend who slowly tilts his head while staring down at you.

“So you’re really Ghostface?” you ask, feeling dumb as soon as the question is out. You just watched him kill a man right in front of you. He rustles around his cloak, pulling out a small device. He clicks the button on the side of the device, bringing it up to his mask. “Not just me.” The device is a voice changer, you realize, and the voice that comes out is different from his own—much more gravelly, much more like that of a killer. You know exactly what he’s implying. You crane your neck to look at the man nuzzling into your hair.

“You too, Satoru?”

He places a kiss on the side of your head. “You know it, baby.”

A moment of silence passes before you speak up again.

“Is that why we also have the best sex coincidentally after the news hits of the killings around town?��

Your question is answered not by words, but by the cheeky grin on Gojo’s face.

“Clearly you enjoy it just as much as we do.” Geto continues, he runs his hands over your breasts, tracing the curves of your body until he reaches your wet folds, fingering at them. You gasp, still sensitive from your release.

“You’re not the only one who got worked up all over it.” He moves his robes around, and you see that Geto is sporting a boner.

“Fuck, that’s hot, babe,” Gojo whines from behind you. You silently agree.

Geto smirks. “It’ll be hotter once it’s inside of her.” His hands grip around your hips, pulling your pelvis closer to his. He deftly strips his lower half, his cock springing free from its confines in front of you. He goes to lift his mask up, but you stop him with a hand on his wrist.

“K-keep it on, please.” You can feel your face heat up, from embarrassment or arousal though, you aren’t entirely sure.

You can just imagine the smirk that Geto has on his face beneath it. “Dirty girl.” He agrees to the request, and the mask stays secured to his face.

Gojo breathes heavily from behind you, no doubt entranced by Geto just like you are.

“So greedy,” Geto hums. He gives his cock a few tugs and then lines it up with your pussy. You both hiss at the stretch of him inside of you, your insides pulsating with the new sensation.

“Oh, God,” you moan, clutching onto Geto’s shoulders like your life depended on it.

“There’s no God here,” he whispers into your ear, his hips pumping into you at a rapid pace, “only us.”

Gojo drops to his knees, his eyes focused on where you and Geto are connected. “Fuck,” he murmurs, “look at you too. He leans up, his tongue licking a long strip from Geto’s balls all the way to you opening. He slurps at your wetness as it sloshes out of you with Geto’s thrusts.

“Oh, yes, more!” you cry out. Gojo’s tongue feels like perfection as he expertly moves it around to hit your most sensitive spots. You can tell that Geto is also affected by the way his hips stutter, his rhythmic thrusts becoming more jerky.

“Such a whore for us.” Geto’s hands come up to grip your face, and you finally notice how the two of you are now covered in the blood of the man he just killed. The realization causes you to gasp and your walls flutter around Geto.

“Oh?” He looks at the way your pupils dilated on seeing the blood across both you and himself. “You like being covered in blood? So naughty,” he teases.

From his position on the ground, Gojo is able to reach the man’s corpse, and he sticks his hand in the puddle of blood that has yet to dry. He brings his blood-covered hands back up to your body, rubbing them all over your stomach and chest.

You moan as Gojo covers your body in blood, smearing it all over you. Your boyfriend reveals a toothy grin. “I like this look on her.”

Geto hums in agreement, dragging a hand down your body. “Get back over here,” he says to Gojo. He obeys, alternating between putting his mouth on your pussy and Geto’s cock.

“’M gonna cum again,” you stutter out, nails digging into the black robe.

Geto laughs. “Are you?” Suddenly, he pulls out his bloody knife, positioning it up to your neck. Your pussy grips him even tighter, your arousal so close to reaching its peak. “Such a bad girl. Squirming all over my dick with a knife to your throat.”

Gojo chimes in with a laugh. “Getting fucked by a killer’s cock while his victim is right next to you. Fuck, she’s clenching so hard around you, Suguru.”

You don’t even have time to protest or talk back before you cum, releasing your juices all over Geto’s cock, remnants falling onto Gojo’s face.

Geto’s release isn’t far behind your own.

“Fucking take it,” he groans, and his dick pulsates as he finally cums inside of you. His warm cum feels so good in your pussy, and you whimper when he finally pulls out of you.

Gojo’s tongue quickly replaces the feeling, however, and he greedily licks up both your arousal and Geto’s cum. You dig your fingers through his white locks as he eats you out like a man starved. Geto stands back, surveying the scene in front of him with pleasure.

When Gojo pulls away from your pussy, you practically collapse on top of him. He brings you down into his lap, bringing his lips up to your ear. His next words send a shock of pleasure down your spine and arousal churning in your core.

“Next time, you can watch me get a kill.”

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satorusgirltonight · 6 days ago

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pov: geto wants to know your fav scary movie

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satorusgirltonight · 10 days ago

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— reunion

pairing : chishiya x reader

warnings : mentions of guns, wounds, blood and cursing

word count : 1.8k

summary : After successfully finishing the last game, you run to reach Chishiya for the last time but before you can, you return to the real world with zero memories of what happened

a/n : season 2 spoilers!

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Horrifying screams echoed trough the once empty and peaceful city of Tokyo. There was no voice announcing a new game, so the sudden shooting quickly caused a massive chaos. Everyone ran in different directions, panic taking over the residents.

Chishiya seemed unbothered as he roamed around the street as if nothing was going on. You groaned at his behaviour and after successfully dodging a few bullets, you wrapped your hand around the man’s arm and quickly dragged him behind a car, joining the rest of the group.

He raised one of his eyebrows when he noticed your hand still holding onto him. You scoffed at his smirk and quickly pushed his arm away, making him smile in the back of his mind.

“We’re pinned down here!” Kuina exclaimed.

“If we step out, he’ll get us!” Usagi answered when suddenly a green car stopped in front of you.

Before you could say anything, Tatta screamed to quickly get in the car in order to run away from the King of Spades who turned out to be the source of the chaos.

You looked at Chishiya and he unconsciously pushed you towards the car, for you get in first. The rest of the group joined you in the backseats but when it was Chishiya’s turn, he noticed a bomb on the ground.

“That’s bad. Get going!” He exclaimed and ran to hide behind a car while Tatta drove away.

“Chishiya!” You and Kuina both screamed, not wanting to leave him behind but at the same time, having no other choice.

In the back of your head, you knew Chishiya would be fine by himself, however the constant thought of something going wrong didn’t let you rest.

After a few games where you brushed against death, you finally met Arisu and Usagi again after losing contact with each other.

“What’s going on!?” You frowned when you saw Niragi, Arisu and Chishiya holding a gun while Usagi looked as much confused as you were.

“Look who we have here, our precious Y/N who always seems to nuzzle in other people businesses’. Let me make a favour for everyone gathered here and get rid of you.” He smirked and your body froze.

Not being able to do anything, you closed your eyes as Niragi fired his gun. You breathed heavily but frowned at the lack of impact. After a few seconds, you opened your eyes and noticed Chishiya in front of you, protecting your form behind his body.

“Chishiya!” You screamed once he collapsed on the floor. “Why the hell would you do that!?” You put pressure on his wound, only now noticing the second wound on his side.

You physically felt your heart shatter at the sight of his blood, slowly dripping down his body. While Arisu was busy listening to Niragi, you softly caressed Chishiya’s hair, something you’ve always wanted to do but never got the courage to.

“I wanted to do something out of my character.” He chuckled, looking up at you. “Besides, if it’s for you I’m dying for, it will be a quite nice death. Oh god, that sounded cheesy.” He cringed at himself, not taking his condition seriously.

“Don’t even dare mentioning you dying, we’ll get out of here soon and you will survive, alright?” You were trying to act though, but the tear rolling down your cheek and your shaky voice showed how you really felt at the moment.

“Of course, and we’ll open that cafeteria you never shut up about.” He laughed and you playfully nudged his arm.

You helped Chishiya lean his back against a random car and put his hand between yours. Although he wasn’t fond of physical touch, he didn’t seem to mind yours.

“We will, I promise.” You gulped, unsure of your action, but decided to slowly lean in and as you saw the corners of his lips tug upwards, you decided to go for it.

As your lips were about to touch his, Arisu exclaimed that the King of Spades was nearby and you had to leave immediately. Chishiya, as much as he wanted you to stay by his side, gently pushed you back and ordered you to run.

“I’m staying here with you, I won’t leave you alone.” You protested, sitting down next to him.

“You promised me to finish the game, come back when everything will be over. As you can see, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll wait for you.” He whispered and sent you a soft smile.

Before you could answer, Usagi grabbed your arm and you went to hide.

After hours of what felt like forever, the laser went through Mira’s head and you looked back at your two teammates, not believing the nightmare was actually over.

“Go Y/N, he’s waiting for you.” Usagi smiled at you, indicating you to join Chishiya.

You thanked them both for everything and left the roof, running down the stairs. You stopped mid-way as the characteristic female voice echoed through Tokyo, asking the remaining players if they wished to stay in this world. Without a second doubt, you declined the offer.

Although the building wasn’t far away from the Main Street, you felt as if you were running in slow motion. You started to get dizzy but you persisted in your moves and felt your heart skip a beat when your eyes finally met Chishiya’s. He sent you a soft smile but before you could reach him, everything turned black.

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Once your eyes opened, you were met with a white ceiling. You raised your hand to put it against your head that was pounding unpleasantly.

“What happened?” You asked the nurse that was checking the monitor next to your hospital bed.

“You were one of the survivors of the meteor that fell on Tokyo. Your heart stopped beating for a whole minute but the paramedics succeeded to get your pulse back. You might experience memory loss which is normal, after a few days you should regain everything!” She smiled before leaving the room to check on other patients.

“A meteor? My heart stopped? For a minute?” You groaned at the massive headache, getting a strange feeling you were gone for much more than a minute.

After a few hours, you were discharged from the hospital and you were finally allowed to go home. It still felt as if you weren’t home for weeks.

You only had your purse on your nightstand, so you left the room after grabbing it. Nothing seemed right when you were walking down the hospital hall, as you somehow felt empty.

Outside the window, you saw all the other survivors who were with their loved ones.

“My bad.” You bowed apologetically when you accidentally bumped into someone.

“No worries.” A strangely familiar raspy voice came in contact with your ears.

You lifted your head and was met face to face with a blonde man in his mid-twenties. He analysed your face thoroughly and frowned after a few seconds. Before you could say anything, he left without a word.

“Why did he look so familiar?” You groaned at the incapacity to find him in your memories.

After two months, you successfully opened your own cafeteria. It was a dream of yours since you were a child but you never got the courage to have one because of your parents who didn’t consider it as a real job. However, after the incident with the meteor you realised how suddenly life can end. You decided to live it to the fullest and do as many things as possible in order to not regret anything.

You didn’t expect many people at the opening day but you were pleasingly surprised when your cafeteria was filled with customers. By the end of the day, you earned more money than you thought.

It was past 8 pm, so you decided to call it a day. As you were washing the dishes, you heard the bell ring, indicating someone entered the cafeteria.

“I’m sorry but we’re closed for toda-“ You cut yourself mid-sentence when you turned around and saw the blonde man from the hospital.

“Oh, I’ll come back another day.” He was about to leave but you quickly stopped him.

“Wait, it’s fine! I’ll make an exception.” You smiled and invited him to sit down. “So here we are, meeting again.” You laughed.

“Yeah, I don’t mind it to be honest.” He confessed, looking at you.

After making his order, he asked you to join his table.

“Your heart stopped beating for a minute too, I suppose?” He asked, catching you off guard.

“Oh, when the meteor hit, yeah.” You smiled awkwardly, not being able to maintain eye contact with him. “Although I felt as if I was gone for weeks.” You added, wondering what he would say.

“Me too, I felt like I was in a completely different world, weird right?” He smiled, taking a bite of your cookie.

“I have this feeling as well but then again I can’t remember anything from when I was unconscious. To be honest, I don’t even remember the moment the meteor hit the city. Everything just happened so suddenly.” You sighed, still not quite believing what Tokyo and its citizens went through.

“That makes one thing we have in common. I’m sure there’s more though, so what about getting to know each other more?” He asked, his eyes staring into yours.

“I- I would love that.” You chuckled, reaching out your hand to him. “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Chishiya.” He slightly squeezed your hand, his fingers brushing over your skin reminding you of something you’ve never experienced and yet something that felt so familiar.

What you didn’t know is that Chishiya already knew who you were and remembered exactly what you both went through. The games, the deaths but specifically your smile and the way you made unfamiliar feelings develop in the his chest. He knew you both had your life ahead so without rushing things, he promised himself to make you fall for him all over again. This time, in a world where you’re both safe and sound.

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satorusgirltonight · 14 days ago

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is the sun bothering you my king

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satorusgirltonight · 14 days ago

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HELLO CHISHIYA 🫶🏻🤭

“oh that man is so fucked up”

*immediately starts reading/writing fanfic about him*

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satorusgirltonight · 3 months ago

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Oh, starboy

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satorusgirltonight · 3 months ago

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Hawks sketches bcuz no one can stop me >:) i’ll post the third one soon once i’m finished

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satorusgirltonight · 4 months ago

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people still calling armin weak really didn’t understand his character at all. unlike eren, he never made a fuss about being an orphan and losing his entire family. unlike mikasa he didn’t hesitate and did what had to be done to protect the survivors from eren. he was often laughed at and faced so many hardships when erwin named him as his successor yet he never complained about it one single time. he became a titan against his will and saw his lifespan being reduced to seven years, but never cried or showed any sign of remorse. armin is one of the strongest characters of attack on titan and if you don’t understand that, then you missed a very important point.

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satorusgirltonight · 4 months ago

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they did nothing wrong ur honor

the barbie meme but with eremin hehe

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satorusgirltonight · 4 months ago

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3rd of july ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆.˚ nanami kento

piece written in collaboration with my beloved friend and one of my favorite people, @rahuratna, for nanami's (a.k.a. internet's collective husbando) birthday. 💜🧡 content warning: fluff/comedy/sugestiveness word count: 1k

Nanami wasn't one to make big celebrations on his birthday. Up until he met you, he'd usually go about his work day quietly, saving up a few extra hours to simply go bowling or visit his favorite restaurants for dinner.

After you both started dating, not much had changed. You'd simply tag along for whatever he had planned, and would usually surprise him with something by the time you both got home - a box of dark chocolate, a new set of lingerie, a nice warm scented bath, a new CD album he had been looking for.

This time, however, you decided to push your luck on teasing the poor man.

On his birthday, of all days.

"Kento, how do you feel about surprise parties?" you ask, hiding the smile pulled on your cheeks behind your tea cup.

On the couch by your side, you could feel Nanami holding the urge to flinch the moment you were finished speaking.

"They are not my favorite," he answers in earnest.

"Seriously?" you inquire with a faux disheartened look.

"Yes," Nanami replies, with a tinge of concern to his voice.

"That is... unfortunate, then," you ensue, putting your tea on the coffee table and pulling your robe tighter around your body.

His Adam's apple bobs as he silently gulps.

"Why?"

"Well, my plan was to surprise you when you got home, but I figured you wouldn't want to get instantly jumped. So I told them to wait in the room," you finally say, with a grave finality, pointing to the closed bedroom door.

Truth is, he has no clue what you are really up to.

"Darling…" Nanami sighs, ever so patiently, "I thought it would just be the both of us unwinding, like the past years."

"I… I'm sorry, I really wanted to surprise you with something different this time."

You do sound regretful, and he plants a soft kiss on your cheek in response. Even now, he doesn't quite find it in himself to be annoyed at you, even if the prospect of Gojo lurking around his bedroom is enough to send disgusted shivers down his spine.

"It's… fine. Let's get this over with at once, and then have the house to ourselves."

"Are you sure? I could always go in there and tell them to-"

"No," he counters firmly. "You've arranged something a little different this year, and I'm going to appreciate it."

"Come on, then."

As perceptive as he is, Nanami doesn't notice the mischievous smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Naturally, since you have successfully planted a seed in his mind, a terrifying image of his pristine suits being tried on by students and his custom made bowling ball being transformed into a disco light by the white-haired menace he calls a colleague.

When you reach the door and step aside for him, he visibly braces himself, fingers almost straightening a phantom tie at his throat.

"Sweetheart, I need to go and fetch a scarf. It's a little chilly in here."

Bless his heart. He's actually playing along.

You raise your voice.

"Oh, I left the blue one on the top shelf. Your closet."

"Right."

Nanami heads in with the air of a man charging from the trenches to face a volley of cannon fire. He stops dead in his tracks, eyes taking in the room.

It is empty of people, for starters.

The comforter on the bed has been pulled back, the white sheets scattered with rose petals. Candles have been placed strategically on the bedside table and vanity, emitting the subtle scent of the ocean. On a corner of the bed, a few ribbon-wrapped gifts await; a small stack of books and a box of his favourite dark chocolate with orange.

You saunter in behind him and he turns to you with a look that is both a solemn reprimand and a loving promise of a punishment you may appreciate later.

"Hmm. It's awfully crowded in here, my dear."

"Well, the rose petals were quite chatty, Kento. They've taken up all the space on our bed."

"They have indeed, you little-"

You laugh as you slip out of his reach, standing coyly in the doorway.

"Have a look at your gifts first."

He narrows his eyes, but approaches the bed, fingers unraveling the ribbon that holds the books together.

"What do we have here? 'The Master and Margarita.' Ah, wonderful. 'Bowling your way home: A salaryman's escape from bondage.'"

He pauses and raises an eyebrow and you gesture airily for him to keep going.

"Fine. What's this one? The-"

His voice cuts off abruptly.

"Kento? Are you all right?"

Very slowly, he turns to you.

"You got me the Kama Sutra?"

"I figured it would make a nice addition to your collection. I may even borrow it, from time to time."

You approach him now, casually opening the book to where you've placed a strategic leather marker within the section on sex positions.

"Since it's your birthday, maybe you'd like to start with the Virsha here?"

He considers the page seriously, before taking the book from you and flipping through it.

"I'm not sure, darling. You've put in enough effort setting all of this up."

Handing it back to you, he watches the flush that spreads upwards, across your neck as you are presented with the Indrani pose he has chosen instead.

"How about you let me do the work from here on out?"

"Well... "

"No, I insist."

His voice has that special intonation now, the husky rumble of desire, the inflection of hushed intimacy, the promise of that playful nature that only reveals itself when you're entangled in the sheets together.

You lay the book down, open to the very instructive illustration.

"In that case, let me present you with my last gift."

"There's another?"

Wordlessly, the robe you've been so studiously arranging around yourself slides to the floor. His kindling gaze takes in the sheer, violet lace, the tiny flowers embroidered strategically over the parts of you that he will discover at leisure.

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Later, when the gossamer material lies discarded on the floor, when his exhausted limbs entwine with your own, when his golden hair runs like silk between your fingers, you speak into the hush of the bedroom.

"Happy birthday, my love."

His voice is muffled from where his face is pressed against your stomach.

"That was quite the surprise party."

"Maybe we should have one every year."

He snorts indignantly, but his lips curve in a smile against your skin all the same.

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satorusgirltonight · 4 months ago

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professor! nanami. name calling. raw. hair-pulling. degrading.

troublemakers! It's the word nanami despises the most! he's an expert at keeping students in line and teaching them not to cause trouble. but you? you're the one student he just can't manage! you always find a way to create chaos at campus—altering and wearing your clothes your way, skipping classes, and even getting into fights!

nanami glared at you as he stood in front of you. “what's going on here?” he demanded, his tone stern and strict, as he looked at the guy you had beaten up while you stood there with a smirk. “to my office, now,” he ordered, turning and walking towards his office.

you followed him to his office casually like it's your second home— technically, you've been there more frequently rather than when you're at home. without anything in mind, you walk into his office before him. casually sitting your pretty ass on his leather chair with your feet up to his desk. nanami follows along soon, sitting in front of you— seriousness and strictness cover his face.

nanami frowns as he sees you already sitting in his chair. he closes the door with a firm click before walking over to his desk and sitting down in the chair across from you. “you have a lot of nerve, coming into my office like you own the place,” he says with a stern tone, trying to regain his authority over the situation. but you just smirk at him, your feet still propped up on his desk.

“what can I say? my favorite professor wants to see me in his office, I'm intrigued,” you smile at him, trying to play innocent. nanami looked at you for a moment before his gaze shifted to your smooth leg, sitting across his desk. your too-short skirt arise from the action. just from the sight nanami can feel his dick twitching under his beige trousers.

nanami quickly looks away from your exposed thigh, trying to maintain his composure. however, his mind wanders to the feeling of your soft skin, the way your skirt rides up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of your panties. attempting to refocus on the matter at hand, he clears his throat before speaking, “that's not the point. you know very well that your behavior has been unacceptable lately.”

“but I didn't do anything, sir.”

you playing dumb, twirling your hair as your face masks an innocent look. “you know exactly what you're doing,” he says, trying to keep a stern tone but struggling as his eyes drift down to your lips. “look, i didn't bring you in here for this. i want to talk about your grades and attendance—”

“then what do you wanna talk about? you're not gonna talk about my grade, or attendance, then I'm not gonna stay in here for any longer.” you cut him off, suddenly feeling annoyed as you rolled your eyes. nanami trying to maintain his composure despite the growing desire he's feeling towards you. “there have been numerous reports of you distracting other students during class, and I've seen it with my own eyes as well.”

you follow his gaze— your legs. “that's just because they can't help but look at me, I can't control that, can I?” you shrug, giving him a cocky grin. he clenches his jaw, struggling to keep his gaze from wandering over your curves. your defiant attitude only serves to heighten his arousal.

his eyes flash with a mix of irritation and hunger as he takes in your unabashed confidence. “but you can control your own actions, can't you?” he crosses his arms over his chest, the gesture both defensive and possessive. “distracting other students, breaking rules...—”

“this isn't about grades or attendance, is it?” you step closer. his eyes immediately drop to your exposed leg, a shudder running through his body. he leans forward, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. “no, it's not.” he whispers, his hands finding their way to your thighs, squeezing them gently.

you stop him by putting both of your feet to his lap, without saying a word wanting him to untie your shoes. he raises an eyebrow at the sight, a smirk forming on his lips as he looks up at you. “you're really pushing your luck, aren't you?” he reaches down, resting his hand on your ankle before slowly trailing his fingers up your calf— moving to your feet to untie your shoes. leaving your legs with anything but white stockings and knee-length sock.

he leans back in his chair, his gaze fixated on your legs. the white stockings hug your thighs, drawing his eyes higher and higher until he reaches the hem of your skirt and the tantalizing peek of your lace-covered panties. “you have beautiful legs.” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “do you wanna touch it, sir?” you ask, arching your back in front, puff-up your chest to him. your tight uniform hugging your body perfectly and nanami can see the line of your bra that supports your big boobs.

he sucked in a sharp breath as you move your feet to his bulge and caress it with your toes while biting your lip seductively. his eyes are drawn to your chest, the way your uniform hugs every curve, accentuating the swell of your breasts makes his cock throb in his pants. “If you keep that up, I might just lose control.”

“maybe I want that? I want you to lose control,” you giggle like some kid, happy and laughing when you get your first candy for the day. his breath hitches at your words, the thought of losing control sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. he watches you laugh, the way your eyes shine with amusement and the way your body moves with your giggles, it's all so intoxicating. his eyes darken as he watches you, his hands clenching into fists. “you're playing with fire, little minx,” he warns, a dangerous smile playing on his lips.

“yeah? I think you're the one who's playing with fire. I mean— you're screwing your students, sir..” you get up from his desk and sit on his lap. both of your feet on each side, before his big thigh. your hands wrap around nanami's neck. a low growl rumbles in nanami's chest as you straddle his lap, your soft thighs pressing against his muscular ones. he can feel the heat of your core through your uniform, and his cock stiffens further, straining against the fabric of his pants.

he can't take it anymore. he grips your hips, pulling you closer until your breasts are pressed against his chest, a wave of lust washing over him. the fabric of your uniform the only barrier between the two of you. he crushes his lips against yours, hungrily taking in the sweet smell and taste of your lips.

the kiss is rough and demanding, his tongue plunging into your mouth to tangle with yours. his hands grip your ass, pulling you closer to him, letting you feel every inch of his hard cock throbbing against your core. “you're fucking mine now.”

breaking the kiss, he leaves a trail of biting kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. his hands move to your blouse, ripping the buttons open and revealing your lacy bra— exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. “so fucking perfect,” he groans, cupping and squeezing your breasts roughly. his mouth descends on your breast, sucking one nipple into his mouth while teasing the other with his fingers. “you taste so fucking good, y/n.”

“oh, fuck—” you moan, keeping your hands on his blonde locks as you grind on his hard-rock cock in his trousers— making a mess with your wetness. his cock throbs with desire, pre-cum leaking from the tip and mixing with your wetness. his hands keep on groping and squeezing your boobs hard. “you like that, baby? you like feeling my hard cock grinding on your wet little pussy, y/n?”

you nod, “yes sir, ’s good, your tongue so good.” you keep on grinding on his bludge. his hands grab your ass, pulling you down harder onto his cock as he grinds back with a primal snarl. “you want me to make you cum, baby? you want me to fuck you hard like a little slut you are, hm?” you eagerly nod as you kiss him roughly, tongue-tingling and lip-biting here and there. your saliva escapes from both mouths, down to your thigh.

the kiss becomes sloppy, his tongue probing your mouth as he moans into you. his hands grip your ass harder, pulling you down onto his cock as he grinds up against you with all his might. his cock is so hard he thinks he might cum just from the friction alone. “say it, baby. tell me what you want.”

“i want you to slide this hard cock into my wet, needy pussy. I want to ride you until I cum? please sir, fuck me like a little slut that I am,” you beg him on his lips. he crush his lips to yours for another, throwing his tongue down to your throat. he groans, his hands squeezing your tits roughly, pinching your nipples between his fingers.

he tears his lips from yours, panting heavily. his eyes are wild, dark with lust as he looks at you. “get up on the desk.” his voice is low and gravelly, full of command. “i want to see you spread out for me, legs open and waiting.”

he helps you up onto the desk, pushing your skirt up around your waist and pulling your panties down to your thighs. his cock throbs at the sight of your wet pussy, glistening in the light. “look at you, y/n. already wet for me, your friends were right, you're such a whore.” nanami slap your swollen pussy, smearing your juice around. “only for you sir,” you winked.

he grabs his cock, guiding it to your entrance. he rubs the head against your clit for a moment, making your body shudder before thrusting into you in a hard, fast motion. you gasp and cry out as he stretches your tight pussy. “Oh fuck!—” startled, you jolt in pain as nanami's big cock suddenness. you know he's big, but you never actually know how big he was until right now. “fuck!” you cry, hands gripping his biceps. “it hurt— Ah!” but nanami doesn't care, your crying only giving him some pride— knowing he was probably the biggest dick that ever was inside your pussy.

he smirks at your cries, enjoying the tight squeeze of your pussy around his thick girth. “that's right, baby, take it all,” he growls, slowly thrusting in deeper. “you're meant to be stretched by my cock, isn't that right?”

“s-stop, fuck! nanami— ah, s’ big, i can't —”

“can't what, baby?” he taunts, pulling out until just the tip remains inside you, then slamming back in with a forceful thrust. “can't handle my big cock?you can and you will,” he said firmly as he grins, loving the way your pussy clamps down on him in protest. “you're going to take every inch of my cock like a good little slut, y/n.”

you moan, “no, too big, hurt— Ahh!”

“too big for you, huh?” he chuckles darkly, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “that's because you're meant for my size, doll. your pussy was made for my cock.” he smirks, gripping your hips firmly. “but it feels so good, doesn't it?“ he starts to thrust in and out of you with hard, fast strokes, causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. “you love the way my cock stretches you open...”

he continues to thrust in and out of you, not holding back at all. his cock is slick with your juices, making it easier for him to fill you completely. he watches as your breasts bounce with each thrust, relishing in the sight of his claiming of your body.

soon enough the pain you were feeling before cleared out of your mind and the pleasure started to kick in. “oh, fuck, fuck, yes..” your eyes flickering caused by the pleasure nanami gave you. “that's right baby, feel good yeah?” he groans, feeling your body start to relax and give into the pleasure. He continues to piston in and out of you, watching as you grow more and more responsive.

“yes, fuck, sir— so good, so fucking good,” you look at him with hooded eyes, cheeks flustered. “you like that, don't you?” he purrs, leaning down to catch your lips in a bruising kiss. “being fucked like an animal...” he trails off, kissing down your neck and marking you roughly. “you like it when I take you like this, don't you?” he growls, nipping at your neck with his teeth. he can feel your body trembling beneath him as he pounds into you with wild abandon. “you're my little slut, aren't you?”

“yes, I'm your slut— fuck, I'm a slut.”

“and a damn good one, too,” he grunts, his hips moving faster as he pounds into you. he can practically hear your pussy weeping to be filled with his cum, and the thought only makes him thrust harder. “you want my cum, don't you, whore?”

“yes, please, fill me in with your cum— fuck me so good,” you whimpered, back arching from the pleasure. but nanami had another idea, he flipped you— brought you to your stomach. he pushed your head to the desk before slitting his dick back into your pussy, fucking you from behind.

“like this, baby?” he growls, his hips snapping forward as he thrusts into you with brutal force. “take it, whore.” he wraps a hand around your neck from behind and squeezes, causing you to gasp in pleasure-pain. “take every inch of my cock.” your eyes rolled back to your brain as your mouth hanging an open, drunk for nanami's big cock. his big hand spanks your ass, leaving a red mark as if he's making a territory out of you.

“you look so fucking sexy like this, doll,” he grunts, his balls slapping against your clit as he pounds into you relentlessly. he reaches down to spank your ass again and can't help but groan in pleasure as he watches it jiggle from the impact. “yes, fuck, just like that,” he moans, his hips moving faster. he wants to claim you completely, to mark you as his own. his thrusts become erratic, his hand leaving another red mark on your ass and he bites his lip in pleasure.

“you're mine,”

“i'm yours, sir.”

you surrender, letting him fuck you so good and use your body as a sex toy. your moan and his filling the room, echo in every corner. the sound of slapping and your cry is all nanami could ever hear. the sound of the desk creaking as your hands grasp it, holding it for dear life. “that's right, slut,” he smirks, gripping onto your hips tightly as he thrusts into you with wild abandon. he can't get enough of your moans, the way your body trembles beneath him, the way you surrender to him completely.

he pulls both of your hands, holding them with one hand while his other hand pulls your hair roughly. your chest no longer touches the desk and you could feel his dick full inside of you angering bigger than before. “fuck, fuck fuck, so good, — ah!” you are crying in pleasure.

“that's right baby, scream for me,” he growls, yanking your hair harder as he pounds into you even faster. “let everyone know who's fucking you raw and hard, you filthy little slut.” his grip on your hair tightens as he pulls your head back, exposing your neck. he leans in, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. “you like that, don't you? you like being stretched wide open on my dick, feeling it fill you up until you can't take anymore,”

without slowing his pace, nanami leans down, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispers, “you belong to me. only me. I'm the only man who will ever fuck you like this, who will ever make you scream like this.” with a smirk, he starts thrusting even harder, making sure you can feel every inch of him stretching you to the brink. his hand on your hair tugs roughly every time he sinks into you, drawing out your moans and making you squirm beneath him. he let go of your hands to grasp your neck, squeezing it lightly after he pulls you closer until your back almost touch his front.

he grips your neck, squeezing just enough to feel the rush of dominance coursing through him. Your breath hitches as he pulls you back until your back is pressed against his chest. his lips ghost over your ear, whispering filthy things that make you tremble with anticipation. he can feel your heart pounding against his hand as he starts to thrust again, pulling you back against him with every stroke.

“fuck, I'm close— fuck, fuck, shiiit!”

“beg for it,” he demands, his voice husky with desire. “beg me to make you cum like the dirty little slut you are.” with every word, he moves faster, harder, his grip on your neck making it even more difficult to breathe. “please.. please, gonna cum— let me cum, sir,” you beg him.

one hand around his wrist on your neck while the other goes behind his head, grasping to his hair. he chuckled darkly, his hips moving wildly as your body shudders and spasms in pleasure. he feels your pussy clench around him as you reach orgasm, his hands gripping you tighter than ever.

with a wicked grin, he reaches around to rub your clit, pushing you over the edge. “cum for me, slut,” he snarls, still thrusting into you hard and fast. He wants to feel you cum around his dick and hear you scream his name. “that's right, whore, cum all over my dick,” he commands, giving you the freedom to release yourself. with a few more desperate thrusts, he lets himself go as well, his hot seed filling you up with a final hard thrust. “do it, cum for me. and I swear to god, if you hold back, you'll regret it.”

with a final thrust, he can feel himself reaching the edge too. as he comes, his grip on your neck tightens. he lets out a long groan as he empties himself inside you. “fuck, you're milking my cock so good,” he groans.

after he emptied his ball inside your pussy, a sight of relief could be heard. suddenly you have no strength to stand and fall to the desk with your back facing nanami, still trying to catch your breath as you close your eyes. your cum and his slowly dripping from your well-fucked pussy to the floor.

nanami watches you fall back onto the desk, his chest still heaving with the aftermath of his intense release. he lets out a low chuckle at the sight of you, his face a mix of satisfaction and dark amusement. “look at you, all spread out and dripping for me,” the brat attitude is no longer in the room with you.

he walks around to face you, his eyes roaming over your exhausted form. “you took your punishment like a good little slut, didn't you? now, let's see if you learned your lesson.” he reaches down and pulls your legs apart, inspecting the red, swollen folds of your pussy. he smiled at himself, “you were amazing, y/n, so thoroughly used and fucked,” he compliments you, leaning over and gently brushing some hair out of your face. “but next time, you'll have to take me on again with that smart mouth still intact.” he kisses your forehead.

you open your eyes to look at him, “fuck you!” you mumble, too tired as he chuckles darkly at your defiant words, even as your eyelids droop shut again. “not so feisty now, are you? that's what happens when you mouth off to the wrong guy.” he gently squeezes your inner thighs, spreading them wider.

“stay here,” he orders as he tap your ass and then walks off to the bathroom, leaving you laying on the desk with your legs still spread apart. when he returns, his cock is already shrinking back to its normal size— even the normal side is still big.

he returns with a damp washcloth and kneels beside the desk, gently wiping the remnants of your juices and cum from your thighs and pussy. his touch is surprisingly tender as he cleans you up, his fingers careful not to press too hard against the sore flesh. after cleaning you he carried you to the couch in his office laying you there on top of him and covering your body with a warm blanket. you snuggle to his chest, seeking comfort in his arm as he cradle you close.

as you snuggle into his chest, you can feel the warmth of his body beneath you, his heart still pounding from your intense encounter. he wraps the blanket around you both, cocooning you in a sense of safety and security that contrasts sharply with the brutal fucking you just endured.

“now go to sleep, I'll wake you up after an hour,” he mumbled in your head. he chuckles, a warm vibration against your cheek. “what if someone's looking for you?” you asked. “they won't find me here. this office is soundproofed and heavily guarded. we're perfectly safe.” his hand drifts up to cup your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. “besides, I'm not expecting anyone.” nanami can see the look on your face when he looks down. the what-the-fuck expression you have.

“heavily guarded? what are you? a fucking presiden?”

a small chuckle rumbles in his chest, the vibrations making you smile slightly in your sleep. “maybe in some ways,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair. “but for now, just let me take care of you.” he answers with a small smile. “and yes, I'm heavily guarded. I'm a man of great privilege and power,” he admits with pride.

you look up at him, your eyebrows narrow as you place your chin on his chest, “pussy,” you rolled your eyes before getting back to your original position— cheek pressing to his chest.

he stifles a laugh at your response, shaking his head slightly. “you have quite the tongue on you,” he says, amused. he wraps his arms tightly around you, pulling you closer to him as he presses a kiss on the top of your head. “alright, now behave yourself and get some rest before I have to spank that pert ass for being so insolent. let me take good care of you.”

feeling content and reassured by his words, you drift off to sleep on his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep. completely unaware of his gaze taking in every inch of your body, a small smirk tugging at his lips. he gently strokes your hair, he sets a timer on his phone, planning to wake you up precisely one hour later.

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