vvinirl

[vvinirl]

in my personal opinion, i just feel like nanami is a huge slut, like thats all i can say.

i know people like him—the quiet smart ones that mind their business and then fold you into the mattress not even an hour later. he loves him some good sex; he can't get enough of it.

he's having that nasty sweaty sex that will have you not wanting to leave the bed the next day, putting your body on bed rest for a couple of hours, and having him back on you again.

with the right person, i just feel like he has some good, nasty ass sex that will have you thinking about it for the whole week and have him back at your house putting it down again.

he fucks so good, i just know it. he makes sure you cum before he even puts his dick inside of you, taking care of his lover's needs before himself, and that's what makes it so good and nasty; he's attentive, and good fucking comes from those who care about their partners.

mhm, he's one of those.

mouth-watering man that knows where the clit is and studies your body in his mind, playing back each time you would moan and whimper every time he touched a certain spot on your body, adding that spot to the list of erogenous places on your sexy body.

he doesn't just do sensual fucking either; that's what's so slutty about him; he's not afraid to get down and be nasty, putting you in different positions while spitting in your mouth and looking in your eyes—different strokes for different folks, literally.

it wasn't the same routine with him; he was going to make sure he did something new every time.

i love a slutty man.

i saw some fanart of him and it changed me

[vvinirl]

SNOWBALL FIGHT - MS

No Nut November - Day 21

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ You and Matt mess about in the snow

You often found asylum in the heat of your own home during the bitter months, wrapped up in numerous blankets. Today was slightly different. The cold seasons usually give you frosty winds that just ice over the dew drops in the grass but overnight, it fell in unique white dust forms.

Soft yet crunchy snow had fallen onto the ground which gave the concrete an extra crisp layer atop it. It was so peaceful.

You dragged your boyfriend out of bed, bundling up in any fabric you could find. Even then, your breath became visible in the air, fading into invisibility. You let out a sigh, captivated and taken aback by the pretty scene in front of you. That was until Matt dragged you by your wrist into the snow.

Immediately, he was grabbing balls of snow, rolling them around to increase the size of them. “Am I doing this myself, or what?” Quickly you got his idea in your mind and started on your own mount of snow. By the time you had rummaged all the snow that was in your area, the feeling in your feet had dissipated, yet you were too distracted by Matt to notice.

His tongue stuck out in concentration as he sculpted the next layer of what was a forming snowman. He was working at it intently, using his gloved hands to morph the snow into perfect spheres. Carefully, he places each ball on top of each other, diligently working on creating its perfect form. Occasionally, he checks in on your progress while he continues. He glanced over at you as you worked on your own ball of snow, and he immediately chuckled seeing the completely focused look on your face. Your eyes were narrowed in concentration as you continued to form your smooth ball, and he had to laugh at the way you were standing out in the freezing cold without a care in the world.

After a few moments, you finally met his gaze and chuckled as you lifted your creation. “Want any help with that, love?”

“Nope…I got it!” You paused your speech as you reached onto your tiptoes to gently nudge your ball onto the others that Matt had made. He rolled his eyes a bit and shook his head as he watched you struggling to reach up to put your snowy creation on the top of the snowman. A small smile crept across his face as he watched you, seeing how you seemed completely determined to do this without his help.

That was until you dropped it.

Matt’s eyes widened as the ball of snow toppled over its desired position and landed on his head, immediately coating his hair in a layer of white. He stood there for a moment, completely frozen before a look of mock horror covered his face. He lifted his hands and began wiping the excess snow from his head, turning in your direction and eyeing you with a playful glare.

Both your hands covered your mouth. All you could do was stand there in shock as your boyfriend rattled the snow out of his hair, turning to you.

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean t-“he laughs at your immediate reaction, shaking his head to get the rest of the snow from his hair. A mischievous grin forms on his face as he takes a step towards you, his eyes locked on yours

"Oh no no no, you're gonna pay for that, baby..." He laughs at your immediate reaction, shaking his head to get the rest of the snow from his hair.

Matt ignored the wet feeling of melted snow down his back and reached for a handful of it from the ground. He formed it into a crude ball, tossing it up and down to test the firmness. The playful look in his eyes said all you needed to know before throwing it at you.

A small smirk tugged at his lips when he saw it hit your chest, remnants sticking to your shirt. Immediately, he reaches down and grabs more handfuls of snow, enough to make a few snowballs. In retaliation, you did the same. Grabbing whatever you could and pelting it at him, the force making him jump.

It was no longer about the snow, it was about you.

His footsteps crunched in the snow as he sprinted after you, a playful gleam in his eyes and a smirk still dancing on his lips. He was determined to catch up with you, and he wasn't going to stop until he had you in his grasp. There was a playful intensity in his movements as he made his way towards you, quickly moving to tackle you into the snow.

“Matt wait!” You attempt to run in the snow, the unusual difference making you stumble as you start to move.

He laughed as you tried to call out to him. He was too focused on trying to reach you to pay any attention to your words. Matt continued his pursuit, closing the gap between you with each stride he took. His eyes were locked on the sight of you running, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and determination as he chased after you. Finally, he made his move. lunging at you and with a smooth agile motion, he wrapped his arms around your torso, tackling you to the thick snow. Giggles escaped between the two of you.

“Gotcha!” Matt’s gaze fell on your face, the way you laughed, the redness of your cheeks. He couldn’t help but admire you.

The sound of your laughter fell into a silence, the pair of you laying there together. The stillness only broken by the cool breeze stirring through your hair. he lifted one hand, gently brushing away some of the snow that remained on your face. He then moved his hand to trace a soft line from your temple to your jaw, his touch delicate and reverent. He looked up at you, a soft smile still on his lips as he spoke.

“Stay still, you’ve got a little something…just,” He paused, using this opportunity to plant his lips on yours. He held his position for a few more moments, his eyes fluttering closed as he savoured the kiss. After a moment he pulled away, still looking at you delicately. “There.”

“You’re ridiculous…”

“Mhm, love you too.”

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[vvinirl]

they’re so cuteness 🥹

[vvinirl]

what if I’m back in my sukuna era what then

[vvinirl]

Hiiiii queen, not sure if your requests are open but what are your thoughts on a reader x gym instructor Toji fic? as a gym girly, I’m feining for that shit bjsjsbsh 😭 If you’re not into it, no worries at all, just ignore this! thankyou loveyou 😛 hope u have an amazing day <3

HOT GIRL SUMMER! — toji fushiguro x female reader 

18+ content, minors and blank blogs do not interact. gym trainer toji, gym trainee reader. mentions of gojo satoru. toji's kinda a dork. lots of sexual tension. big dick toji yessir. orgasm control & denial. doggy style. fingering (f. receiving). big four: dirty talk, degradation, teasing and praise. slight dacryphilia. overstimulation and mindbreak. hair pulling. semi-clothed sex. locker room sex. p in v sex (protected!! no creampies today folks). crack + fluff ending, somewhat aftercare?

thank you to anon who requested this <3 i hope you enjoy!

— general masterlist ☆ read on ao3 

your first day at the gym felt a little like the first day of school — except instead of a backpack full of supplies, you had a duffel bag stuffed with coordinated athleisure and just a tiny bit of misplaced confidence. 

toji fushiguro. the name echoed in your head like a mantra, which was completely coincidental and not at all the result of a quick late-night “gym instructor thirst trap” google search. nope, not at all.

as you walked in, the gym smelled of disinfectant and...testosterone? was that what testosterone smelled like? you weren’t sure, but it had a distinct, musky gym-bro-y vibe. before you could question your life choices, a deep, gravelly voice boomed over the general clatter of weights and treadmills.

“alright, rookies! welcome to hot girl summer bootcamp. i’m your instructor, toji. keep up, and you’ll love me. fall behind...and you’ll still love me, just a little less. maybe. let’s go!”

oh. 

my. 

god.

this man wasn’t just hot. he was illegal. broad shoulders that could probably carry a family of four, a scar on his lips that somehow made him hotter, and those arms — did the gym air conditioning suddenly malfunction, or were you overheating just looking at him?

play it cool, you thought, adjusting your cropped tank top and hoping you looked effortlessly sporty rather than like someone who stayed up all night watching his gym tutorials on youtube.

“you, newbie,” toji pointed in your direction, his sharp green eyes locking onto yours. “what’s your goal for the program?”

your brain short-circuited. goal? what goal?

“uh, uh...i want to — uh…” you stammered, your mouth suddenly drier than a protein shake with no milk. “be able to...carry all my groceries in one trip?” nailed it.

he raised an eyebrow, smirking as if you were the funniest thing he’d heard all morning. “realistic. i respect that.”

as he moved on to interrogate another poor soul about their fitness dreams, you caught yourself staring at the way his tank top clung to his chest. focus! focus! groceries!

the first warm-up nearly killed you. 

it wasn’t even anything extreme — just high knees and jumping jacks — but you were convinced your spirit left your body halfway through. toji, however, didn’t seem to notice your imminent demise.

“c’mon, grocery girl,” he teased, jogging over to you during a plank hold. “don’t tap out on me already. what’s that, two minutes?”

two minutes felt like two hours.

“easy for you to say,” you panted, glaring at him. “you look like you eat kettlebells for breakfast.”

toji crouched beside you, his smirk growing wider. “nah, i eat waffles. protein ones. maybe i’ll make you some when you hit your first milestone.”

oh, so you’re a malewife too? just take me now.

you managed to survive the rest of the class, though it involved more wheezing than you’d like to admit. as you grabbed your water bottle, toji sauntered past, giving you a casual, devastating grin.

“good hustle, grocery girl,” he said. “see you tomorrow?”

you nodded, cheeks flaming. “yeah, tomorrow,” you replied, already dreading the soreness that was about to hit you in waves.

walking out of the gym, you made a mental note:

stop chanting his name during your nightly activities, because that would definitely get weird if you slipped up in class.

figure out how to be normal around the human equivalent of a greek god.

spoiler alert: you wouldn’t succeed.

— ☆

toji leaned against the front desk, arms crossed and brow furrowed as he eyed satoru, who was fiddling with his phone instead of paying attention to literally anything else. typical.

"seriously, satoru," toji grumbled, his voice a low growl. "five grand for this program? five? you think these rookies deserve me for that price? do you know how many squats i had to watch today? squats, done wrong."

"aw, c’mon, toji," satoru drawled, not even looking up. "think of it as community service. you're making the world hotter one newbie at a time." he flicked his snow-white bangs out of his annoyingly perfect face. 

"besides, you love attention. what are you complaining about?"

toji's scowl deepened. "attention doesn't pay my rent, dipshit. if i wanted praise, i'd do push-ups on the street. and don't call this ‘community service.’ i ain't some saint."

satoru grinned, finally setting his phone down. "you're just mad because you can't charge extra for...specialized instruction." his grin turned wicked. "you know, one-on-one, intense focus...maybe a hand here, a hand there."

"you're disgusting," toji deadpanned, though he didn’t bother denying the accusation.

"but i'm not wrong," satoru shot back, leaning on his elbows. "soooo? any student caught your eye yet? some sweaty rookie got your heart racing?"

toji huffed, his lip curling into a smirk. "isn’t it obvious?"

satoru blinked, genuinely curious. "wait, for real? who? the one in the neon pink outfit? or the guy with the weight belt who clearly didn’t need it?"

toji ignored the question, grabbing his water bottle from the counter. "none of your business, dipshit. but let’s just say someone’s got a long way to go before they’re carrying groceries in one trip."

“groceries?” satoru cackled, almost doubling over. “oh, man. you really know how to pick ‘em, huh? let me guess, rookie can’t plank for more than thirty seconds without praying for salvation?”

toji’s smirk widened just a fraction, and he turned toward the gym floor. "thirty seconds? generous. more like twenty. but...they've got potential."

“potential or a cute face?” satoru called after him, earning himself the bird as toji disappeared into the weight room.

satoru shook his head, still chuckling. “toji, you greedy bastard. just don’t make it weird, yeah?”

as if that was possible.

— ☆

day three, and your thighs felt like they’d been personally cursed by the devil himself. you were convinced that even sitting down was a workout at this point. 

but toji? toji looked fresher than a damn protein shake commercial — biceps bulging, sweat glistening, and his sharp green eyes scanning the room like a predator hunting his next meal.

and maybe, just maybe, you were on the menu.

you caught him staring again. or maybe that was just wishful thinking? nah. those weren’t just glances — they were slow, deliberate, and paired with that cocky little smirk that said he knew. knew you were stealing glances at him every time he turned his back. knew you were biting your lip and adjusting your shorts every time he got too close.

“grocery girl!” his voice cut through your haze, and you nearly tripped over your own feet.

“y-yeah?” you stammered, clutching your water bottle like it was a lifeline.

“plank position,” he ordered, stalking toward you with a towel slung over his shoulder. “let’s see if you’ve improved since day one.”

improved? babe, i can’t even look at my floor without flashbacks to this torture.

still, you dropped down, doing your best to hold the position without trembling too much. but then he crouched next to you — close enough that you could smell the clean, heady scent of his sweat — and suddenly, holding anything became a challenge.

“hips down,” he murmured, his voice low, and your brain went static.

before you could process it, his hand was on your lower back, pressing gently to correct your form. “like this. don’t cheat yourself.”

cheat myself? i’m about to cheat on my sanity if you don’t move that hand.

“you good?” he asked, his tone dipping into something almost teasing.

“uh-huh,” you croaked, feeling the tremble in your arms spread to every inch of your body.

“ya sure?” he leaned in just enough for his breath to ghost against your ear. “y’er shakin’ like a leaf.”

if you weren’t so oxygen-deprived, you might’ve said something snarky. instead, you clenched your jaw, determined not to crumble under his gaze — or the weight of his stupidly attractive hand.

“good girl,” he finally said, pulling back.

your entire body locked up.

did. he. just.

“keep it up,” he added casually, walking off like he hadn’t just detonated a dirty bomb in your brain.

you managed to hold the plank for another ten seconds before collapsing into a heap, thighs burning and mind spinning.

grocery girl? more like gone girl.

but as you left the gym that night, legs wobbling and sanity in tatters, you couldn’t stop replaying his words.

maybe next time, you wouldn’t just be locking in groceries. maybe you’d be swinging something a little more...muscular.

— ☆

you burst into the gym like a bat out of hell, duffel bag slung over your shoulder, cheeks flushed, and already out of breath — and you hadn’t even started the workout yet.

the weeknd’s smooth, sultry vocals blared from the speakers, which only made the scene more ridiculous. this wasn’t exactly the kind of music that screamed “fitness bootcamp.” but then again, satoru — ever the chaotic piece of shit — was in charge of the playlist. because why not let the white-haired menace control everything?

“late again,” toji’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and low, cutting right into your frazzled panic.

you froze mid-sprint, your brain short-circuiting as you turned toward him. he was standing at the front of the gym, arms crossed, one brow raised in a perfect arch of judgment.

“got caught up,” you said, lamely holding up your water bottle like it explained anything.

toji didn’t budge. he didn’t even blink. instead, his eyes dragged over you slowly, assessing. it wasn’t the fun kind of eyeing-up you hoped for; it was the “how much time are you about to waste” look.

“class started fifteen minutes ago,” he said, his tone laced with that signature mix of annoyance and condescension that had you wanting to melt into the floor.

“yeah, well, blame the playlist,” you blurted, motioning toward the speakers. “you ever try running on time to ‘earned it?’”

the corner of toji’s mouth twitched, but he quickly covered it by rubbing the back of his neck. “don’t try blaming satoru for your inability to read a clock.”

you swallowed, your cheeks heating up even more. “i’ll make it up, promise!”

toji snorted, shaking his head as he stepped closer. “oh, you’ll make it up alright.”

you blinked. “huh?”

“stay after class,” he said simply, his gaze locking onto yours. “you can finish the session one-on-one. wouldn’t want you wasting that bargain-bin fee you paid for this ‘hot girl summer’ thing.”

your jaw nearly hit the floor. stay back? alone? with toji? 

your brain immediately jumped into overdrive, filling in all the blanks with...decidedly non-fitness-related scenarios.

“uh, sure,” you managed to squeak, your voice somehow two octaves higher than normal.

“good,” he said, already turning away. “get moving, grocery girl. we’re doing circuits today.”

as you stumbled to the nearest mat, still reeling from the interaction, satoru leaned out from behind the front desk, earbuds dangling.

“one-on-one, huh?” he sing-songed, loud enough for you to hear over the weeknd’s crooning. “careful, rookie. toji’s not great with boundaries.”

toji flipped him the bird without even looking back, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing — or screaming.

you didn’t know whether to be mortified or excited, but one thing was certain: this program was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

toji leaned against the squat rack, arms folded over his chest, watching you with a smirk that had trouble written all over it. sure, he didn’t care who rolled into class late — hell, he didn’t even care if they showed up. paycheck was a paycheck. but you? oh, you were special.

watching you stumble in all flustered and breathless, making excuses about playlists and time management? priceless.

now, you were sprawled out on the bench, your brows furrowed in determination as you pushed up a whole ten kilograms like it was the weight of the world. your form was...passable, at best.

“careful there, champ,” toji drawled, stepping closer. “don’t wanna overdo it. wouldn’t want you pulling a muscle with that massive load.”

you shot him a glare, though the pink creeping up your neck betrayed your attempt at nonchalance. “’s fine. i’ve got this.”

toji crouched down next to you, resting his forearms on his knees as he tilted his head, studying your face. “uh-huh. ya sure? y’er arms shakin’ like a chihuahua in a thunderstorm.”

“they’re not!” you protested, though your voice wobbled a little.

“mhmm,” he hummed, leaning in just enough to make your pulse spike. “y’er breathin’ all wrong too. gotta pace yourself. in through your nose, out through your mouth. like this.”

before you could argue, he demonstrated, exhaling slow and deliberate, his lips quirking into a smirk when your eyes flicked to them.

“got it?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

you nodded quickly, your grip on the bar tightening as you tried to focus.

“good,” he said, standing up and moving behind the bench. “because i’m upping the weight.”

“what — wait!” you yelped, nearly dropping the bar as he added an extra plate to each side.

“relaaxx, grocery girl,” toji said, his smirk widening. “y’er stronger than ya think. or is it all talk?”

your jaw dropped. “i’m not all talk!”

“prove it.”

you gritted your teeth, determined not to give him the satisfaction of backing down. with a deep breath, you pushed up the bar again, your muscles screaming in protest.

“there you go,” toji said, his voice annoyingly calm. “juusst like that. keep goin’. you wanna make it to after-class, don’t you?”

you nearly dropped the bar. “excuse me?!”

toji chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “you heard me. gotta be in top shape for...extra training. wouldn’t wanna disappoint, would you?”

you sat up, face burning, and watched him walk away, his broad shoulders and infuriating smirk seared into your brain.

what the hell had you signed up for?

— ☆

toji cursed under his breath, leaning on the counter at the front desk where satoru was spinning a pen between his fingers like he had nothing better to do.

“the hell are you even doing here?” toji grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “you’re not even working today.”

“who says ‘m not working?” satoru chirped, not bothering to look up. “i’m in charge of morale. and you look like you could use some.”

toji rolled his eyes. “whatever. just...ya got a condom or what?”

that got satoru’s attention. the pen stilled, and his blue eyes flicked up, wide with mock surprise. “toji fushiguro asking me for protection? man, didn’t think i’d live to see the day!”

“shut the hell up,” toji growled, looking around like the floor might swallow him whole.

“relax, big guy,” satoru teased, standing up and fishing through his gym bag. “why do you need one anyway? didn’t know you were into ‘safe sets.’”

toji’s eye twitched. “just hand it over.”

“ohhh,” satoru grinned, pulling out a foil packet and dangling it between two fingers. “don’t tell me this is for grocery girl? you finally gonna ask her if she’s dtf?”

toji swiped the condom out of his hand, shoving it in his pocket. “shut up, and dtf doesn’t mean what you think it does.”

“doesn’t it?” satoru grinned, leaning on the counter. “down to flexibility? full-body workout? man, she’s been killing those planks lately. bet she could handle it.”

toji muttered something incomprehensible, walking away before he could throttle the smug bastard.

back in the gym, you were finishing your last set, your face flushed and sweat dripping down your temple. despite the tremble in your arms, you racked the weights with a triumphant sigh.

“better late than never,” toji said, his voice low and smug as he appeared beside you.

“jesus, do you ever not sneak up on people?” you snapped, though your smile betrayed the irritation.

“you survived,” he said, ignoring your jab and eyeing you with a mix of approval and something darker. “good. now you ready for your after-class session?”

you blinked, tilting your head in confusion. “after-class? i thought we were done.”

toji smirked, leaning in just enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. “oh, we’re just getting started.”

his eyes flicked over you, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch.

“now let’s see how flexible you really are,” he murmured, straightening up and motioning for you to follow him.

your heart pounded as you trailed behind him, the faintest smirk tugging at your lips.

maybe satoru wasn’t entirely wrong about the full-body workout after all.

— ☆

you may have looked like the epitome of gym-girl confidence on the outside, with your matching hot pink spandex set, a perfectly executed high ponytail, and that “accidental” giggle whenever toji smirked your way, but inside? absolute chaos. a full-blown mental spiral.

did you stink? like...bad enough to ruin the vibe? gym sweat wasn’t exactly the kind that screamed sexy glisten. and no, BO unfortunately didn’t stand for bend over — though give it a few minutes and maybe that could change. if you played your cards right.

was your hair still in place? you couldn’t even check without making it obvious. sure, it felt secure, but your elastic had seen things today, and who’s to say it wasn’t moments away from snapping like your sanity?

and your lips — oh god, your lips. you’d spent twenty minutes on that routine before leaving the house, crafting the kind of pout that was supposed to say “effortlessly kissable.” the process itself had been more intensive than a skincare regime, involving a lineup of:

a honey sugar scrub (scrub, rinse, repeat),

a hydrating lip mask (because you weren’t about to let crust ruin the vibe),

a peach-toned lip liner to enhance the shape (read: fake plumpness),

a glossy pink-tinted balm for the natural flush, and

a strategically placed clear gloss dab right at the center for that “i’m dewy and so is my life” illusion.

now? that careful work had probably melted into oblivion, and you were too chicken to check in case it looked like you’d been eating barbecue wings during your bench presses.

but there was no time to worry about any of that now. because toji — yes, your gym instructor toji — had waved you into the locker room with one of those stupidly smug smirks, the kind that promised trouble.

and now here you were, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty space, his broad frame taking up way too much room as he leaned against the lockers, arms crossed.

“so,” he drawled, his deep voice practically dripping with amusement, “you gonna stand there all day, or did you actually wanna get to the...extra training?”

you swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry despite your meticulous hydration schedule all day. “oh, um, yeah. totally. i’m ready.”

toji arched a brow, taking a slow step toward you. “you sure? because you look a little...distracted.”

“i’m not distracted!” you blurted, louder than intended. “i’m just...focused.”

he chuckled, low and gravelly, closing the space between you in two strides. “focused, huh?” his gaze flicked down to your lips, lingering just long enough to make your knees wobble.

“then prove it,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “show me just how much you’ve been paying attention.”

your breath hitched as he leaned in, his hand coming to rest on the locker beside your head.

mental checklist? forgotten. lip gloss? nonexistent. your name? who even knows.

but whatever was about to happen, you were damn sure it was about to be worth it.

— ☆

toji had this all planned out — or so he thought. 

he was supposed to be the cool, non-chalant one here, the collected gym instructor with the alpha energy. though just thinking that phrase made him grimace. alpha energy? 

yikes. he’d rather drop his dumbbells on his own feet than lean into that nonsense.

but still, he had a role to play, didn’t he? lead the charge, keep it professional until it wasn’t. you know, manly things. hot-gym-instructor-guy things. 

except now, as he leaned casually (or so he hoped) against the locker, one arm propped above your head, his brain was running through a thousand different scenarios, none of which involved him being the one to lose his cool first.

toji couldn’t help it though — he was sweating. not just the faint gym sheen kind of sweat, but the sweating bullets kind, the kind that made him worried he’d be the one stinking up the confined space of the locker room. which, really, was the last thing he needed when he was trying to exude effortless charm.

he opened his mouth, ready to play it smooth. “so, you —”

and then your lips were on his, crashing into him with so much urgency it almost made him stumble.

oh. okay then.

toji froze for half a second — half a heartbeat — before the message clicked loud and clear in his brain. whatever he thought he was going to say, whatever stupid quip he had lined up, melted into nothing as he cupped the back of your head, pulling you closer like the damn door to the locker room was about to disappear and leave you stranded.

you tasted faintly like strawberries, probably from whatever overpriced lip product you’d slathered on before this, and toji had to suppress the urge to groan. the kind of groan that might make you think he was more desperate than he wanted to admit. but the way your hands fisted in his tank top, tugging him even closer, made him reconsider — maybe desperation wasn’t so bad.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, your lips flushed and eyes wide, and gave a low chuckle that felt more confident than he actually was in the moment. “well,” he drawled, his voice rougher than he intended, “guess we’re skipping the warm-up.”

you rolled your eyes, but your breath hitched as his hand slid down to your waist. “don’t act like you weren’t waiting for it.”

toji smirked, leaning in until his lips brushed against your ear. “message received, loud and clear, sweetheart.”

he might’ve thought he was supposed to be in charge, but hell, he wasn’t complaining about this turn of events.

“now let’s see if you’ve been keeping up with your endurance training,” he murmured, his voice teasing, but his grip on your hips told you he was already taking this challenge seriously.

training? oh, the session was just getting started.

— ☆

you thought you had an idea. you’d done your research, watched enough videos of the kind of stuff that should’ve prepped you for moments like this. but this? this was an entirely new level of freaky, toe-curling, brain-melting insanity.

toji had a system, a stupidly cruel system that you were 90% sure he cooked up just to mess with you. it was simple: he’d trace a muscle on your body, one agonizingly slow swipe of his rough fingertips at a time, and if you guessed the name of it right? well, you’d cum that many times.

easy, right? wrong. so wrong.

especially because right now, this cocky little shit had your gym spandex yanked down to your thighs, your ass perched high in the air, and was treating this whole situation like it was a damn trivia segment on who wants to be a millionaire. except the prize wasn’t cash — it was a full-blown ride to pound-town.

“alright, genius,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement as his fingers brushed over the curve of your shoulder, down to your upper arm. “name this muscle.”

you froze, your breath hitching as the cool air brushed against your heated skin. “uh — uh, the...deltoid?” you stammered, hoping the few snippets of your high school bio class would come in clutch.

toji snorted, clearly unimpressed. “correct. guess you do pay attention sometimes.”

the next second, he was gripping your hip, his free hand sliding between your thighs in a way that made your brain short-circuit. 

oh.

“‘s one,” he muttered against your ear, low and teasing. “don’t get cocky yet, though. we’ve barely started.” 

you barely had time to catch your breath before his hand trailed lower, stopping just above your thigh. “now,” he continued, his tone infuriatingly calm for a man currently wrecking your ability to think straight, “what’s this one called?”

you blinked, frantically rummaging through the dark corners of your mind for an answer. shit, what was it? quad? hamstring? quad-something?

“uh...quadricep?” you ventured, your voice shaking.

toji hummed, the sound vibrating against your skin. “good girl. maybe there’s hope for you after all.”

then he moved. his hand, his lips, the sheer weight of him — every part of him was suddenly everywhere at once, dragging you so close you could barely breathe.

and just when you thought you might lose it, he leaned back, smirking like the devil himself. 

“next question,” he said, his fingers brushing over the curve of your back. “get it wrong, and we start all over again. think you can handle that, doll?”

you groaned, face buried in your arms. “‘s isn’t fair,” you muttered.

toji chuckled, dark and low. “oh, sweetheart, life isn’t fair. but this?” his grip tightened, his breath warm against your ear. “this is me being generous.”

generous? you’d show him generous. if you didn’t pass out first.

— ☆

“well, well,” toji murmured, his breath hot against your neck as he trailed his lips down your spine, his rough palms kneading the soft curve of your hips. “looks like someone paid attention in class after all. didn’t think you’d actually pass my lil’ quiz, but here we are.”

you should’ve felt victorious, proud even. but all you could focus on was the heat pooling between your thighs and the way his voice dipped into that gravelly tone, each word laced with promise.

“so here’s the reward,” he drawled, sliding a hand beneath you to spread your thighs just a little wider. “two orgasms. back to back. think you can keep up, sweetheart?”

you shuddered, biting down hard on your lip to stop the whimper threatening to spill out.

toji smirked, watching you squirm under him. “oh no, no. don’t get shy on me now,” he teased, his fingers dragging along your slick folds, collecting the evidence of just how desperate you were. “your little cunt’s doin’ all the talkin’ for ya anyway. she’s real chatty tonight, huh?”

you buried your face in your arms, heat blooming across your cheeks as the filthy squelch echoed in the confined space of the locker room.

“awww, embarrassed?” he chuckled darkly, pressing two fingers into you without warning. “don’t be. she’s got a lot to say, and trust me, ‘m alll ears.”

you gasped, clamping a hand over your mouth as he started a slow, deliberate rhythm, curling his fingers just right.

“ah-ah,” toji chided, grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the locker above your head. “none of that. i said quiet, but not that quiet. lemme hear you, baby.”

you whimpered, hips bucking against his hand as his pace quickened, his free hand gripping your ass to keep you in place.

“fucckkk,” he muttered, glancing down at the ruined fabric of your hot pink pants. “look at that. already makin’ a mess, huh?”

your head shot up, panic flashing across your face. “toji! these are new —”

“not my problem,” he interrupted, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he pressed his thumb against your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. “you shoulda thought about that before you wore somethin’ so tight. can’t even blame me. ya lil’ cunt’s the one makin’ all the mess.”

you groaned, half from frustration and half from the sheer overwhelming sensation as he added another finger, stretching you just right.

“tell ya what,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leaned closer, lips brushing against your ear. “if you make it through both without ruinin’ those pants completely...maybe, just maybe, i’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”

“but if ya don’t?” toji chuckled, biting gently at your earlobe. “well...guess you’ll just have to wear ‘em messy next time.”

— ☆

“fucckk, you’re s’tight,” toji grunted, his fingers dragging slick trails over your thighs as he teased his tip against your entrance. “first with those tiny-ass weights, now this? guess i gotta stretch you out for the real deal, huh?”

you whimpered into your forearm, legs trembling from the aftershocks of the first orgasm he’d just coaxed out of you with his damn fingers alone. your head was a haze of pleasure and overstimulation, too lost in it to even realize how thoroughly you’d ruined your cute pink pants.

“hey,” he rasped, smacking your ass lightly to snap you back. “don’t go floatin’ off on me just yet, sweetheart. we’re just gettin’ started.”

his voice dropped lower, the sound rolling through the locker room like a growl as he pressed the fat head of his cock to your slick entrance, giving just the slightest nudge. “shit, you’re fuckin’ drippin’ already. you want it that bad, huh? bet you couldn’t even tell me when your pants hit the floor.”

“toji,” you whimpered, trying to form a coherent thought, but it all shattered the moment he pushed just the tip inside.

“ohh fuucckkk yeah,” he groaned, his head tilting back, a shudder running through his massive frame. “ya feel that, baby? nice and slow…fuckin’ perfect fit.”

he sank in another inch, his girth forcing you to stretch around him. the burn was sweet, electric, and you couldn’t stop the high-pitched cry that escaped your lips.

“shi, don’t go cryin’ on me now,” he muttered, though his voice was laced with a smirk. “or is it just ‘cause s’too big, huh? couldn’t handle me even if you tried.”

your walls fluttered around him at his words, and he hissed through his teeth, gripping your hips to steady you. “oh, ya like that? filthy lil’ girl. already squeezin’ me like you don’t want me to pull out.”

you tried to push back, eager to take more of him, but toji’s hand slammed down on the curve of your back, holding you in place. “nuh-uh, not s’fast. you’re gonna take me slow, jussst like this,” he grunted, rocking his hips forward and shoving another few inches inside.

“fucccck,” he hissed, leaning down so his chest pressed against your back, his voice all gravel and heat in your ear. “you’re gonna break under me, baby, but you’ll fuckin’ thank me for it later.”

you moaned, gripping the locker for dear life as he finally bottomed out, his cock buried so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“there we go,” he growled, pulling back slightly before slamming back in, the force jolting you forward. “shit, look at you, takin’ it so good. bet you’ll be thinking ‘bout this every time you put those tight little gym pants on again, huh?”

he thrust again, harder this time, his cock dragging against every nerve ending as he set a brutal pace.

“fuckin’ mess,” he groaned, looking down at the slick mess coating your thighs and dripping onto the floor. “but don’t worry, baby. promise i’ll make it worth ya while.”

toji’s pace was merciless, each snap of his hips pushing you further into the lockers as your trembling hands scrambled for something — anything — to hold on to. the metal surface was cold under your palms, a sharp contrast to the fiery heat pooling low in your belly.

“fuck, look at you,” he grunted behind you, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “all that attitude earlier, now ya can’t even keep your knees steady.”

you whimpered, trying to push back against him, but your legs were too weak to cooperate. toji didn’t seem to mind, one arm looping around your waist to pull you flush against him as his other hand dipped between your legs. the first stroke of his fingers over your clit had your head lolling back against his chest.

“shit,” you gasped, barely able to form the word as he worked tight, relentless circles against the swollen bud.

“what was that, baby?” toji’s voice was a rough purr in your ear, laced with amusement. “can’t hear you over all that babblin’. ya sayin’ somethin’ real important, huh?”

you weren’t, not really. every attempt to speak came out as a mix of incoherent cries and choked moans, your brain too fogged up to string together a single coherent thought.

toji chuckled, leaning back just enough to grab your tit through the snug fabric of your gym top. “shiit, look at these,” he murmured, giving it a firm squeeze that had you arching into his touch. “what’s this one called, huh? c’mon, grocery girl, don’t tell me you’ve been skipping anatomy class.”

you blinked rapidly, trying to summon any semblance of a logical response, but the only thing that tumbled out of your mouth was a breathy, “b-boobs.”

toji froze. for a moment, the locker room was silent except for the wet, obscene sounds of your slick and his choked laugh. “boobs?” he repeated, his tone a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“uh-huh,” you nodded dumbly, too far gone to register the trap you’d just walked into.

toji groaned, but not the kind that promised satisfaction. he pulled back just slightly, the absence of his cock stretching you leaving you whining in frustration. “wrong answer, sweetheart.”

“w-what?” you stammered, your brain slowly catching up.

he pulled his hand away from your clit, ignoring your desperate whine. “told you, you gotta earn it. and what ya just said? ain’t even a muscle.”

“but —”

“nah,” he interrupted, gripping your hips to keep you from squirming against him. “you don’t even get the extra credit for effort.”

you felt him shift behind you, his cock brushing against your inner thigh, just out of reach.

“toojiiii!” you practically wailed, your voice pitching in desperation.

“naaahh, don’t ‘toji’ me now,” he drawled, smirking even though you couldn’t see him. “guess you’ll just have to wait for round two to get it right.”

the realization hit you like a truck: no correct answer, no dick. 

“it’s the pectoralis major!” you blurted out, your voice cracking with panic.

toji chuckled low in his throat. “shit, there’s my smart girl,” he murmured, thrusting back inside you with one sharp, fluid motion that knocked the air out of your lungs.

“fuck, baby,” he grunted, picking up his punishing pace once again. “next time, don’t make me work so hard for it, yeah?”

you’re not sure who to thank first — god, your ancestors, or that one stray eyelash wish you made last week — because the way toji’s pounding into you feels like some divine intervention. maybe all of them had a hand in it. you’re sobbing — like, genuinely sobbing — and not just because of the hair-pulling or the fact that toji’s filthy mouth has been spewing the most degrading things you’ve ever heard.

“shit, cryin’ already?” his voice is rough, tinged with smug amusement as he fists your hair tighter. “can’t handle it, baby? nah, you’re tougher than that. gotta be — still lettin’ me wreck this tight little pussy like it’s mine.”

you hiccup a broken moan, legs trembling so violently you’re barely upright, and the lockers are the only thing keeping you from collapsing. your second orgasm hits you like a freight train, ripping through your body so hard you swear you lose all sense of time and space.

“therrre she goes,” toji groans, his grip on your waist tightening as he drives into you harder, chasing his own high. “look at this mess. got you so fucked out you don’t even know where you are, huh?”

you can’t respond — not with how your body’s spasming, clamping down on him like a vice, dragging him closer to his edge.

“fuck, gonna cum with me, yeah?” he growls, voice strained, his hips stuttering as he holds you so close it feels like you’re merging into one.

him cumming is the final nail in the coffin, sending you careening into an aftershock so intense you’re genuinely concerned you might pass out. both of you stay locked in place, panting heavily, sweat dripping off your bodies as the reality of your very messy situation sets in.

toji’s the first to break the silence, his lips quirking into a lazy smirk. “guess you’re gonna need a new gym set, huh? no savin’ this one.”

you groan, burying your face against the locker as if it could somehow swallow you whole. “yeah, no shit.”

he chuckles, pulling back just enough to smack your ass lightly, earning a half-hearted glare from you. “don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it, baby. besides…” he shrugs, flexing a little in his tank top as he adjusts it. “i still look good in this, so we both won here.”

“we truly live in a society,” you mutter under your breath, earning another laugh from him.

he leans down to kiss the side of your neck, smirking against your skin. “damn right we do. now, c’mon, let’s clean up before satoru comes snoopin’. dude’s nosier than a fuckin’ bloodhound.”

— ☆

toji, ever the professional, seems to flip a switch the moment your sweaty, blissed-out bodies part. he’s tugging his tank top back into place and wiping his face like he’s about to lead another class. the audacity. 

his voice takes on this infuriatingly instructional tone, his hand on your lower back steadying you as he rattles off something about muscle recovery or post-workout hydration.

“you’re gonna wanna stretch that hamstring later,” he mutters, glancing down at your wobbly legs that threaten to betray you with every second. “looks like you overworked it — shouldn’t push yourself too hard, sweetheart.”

you blink at him, utterly dumbfounded.  this man — this man — is casually chatting about hamstrings while his cum is literally dripping down your thighs and your legs are trembling so hard you could probably register on the richter scale.

“you’re seriously talking about muscles right now?” you deadpan, crossing your arms even though they feel like noodles. “toji, ’m boutta faceplant, and you’re out here giving me a biology lecture.”

he grins, a little too pleased with himself, and leans down to plant his hands on his knees, face so close you can practically feel the warmth of his breath. “what, want me to kiss it better or somethin’?”

“kiss me, idiot,” you huff, tugging him forward by the neckline of that stupidly tight tank top until your lips meet his.

and just like that, the gym instructor act shatters. his shoulders relax, his hand curling around your waist with a gentleness that feels so at odds with how he’d been handling you not five minutes ago.

he hums against your lips, pulling back just enough to mutter, “damn, baby, you’re somethin’ else.”

“soooo, does this mean you’re carrying my groceries now?” you tease, brushing some of your messed-up hair out of your face.

“depends,” he smirks, straightening up and patting your ass with zero shame. “can you walk without lookin’ like a baby deer? if not, ’m keepin’ my hands free to catch ya when you inevitably fall on your cute little face.”

you roll your eyes, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck. “big talk for someone who can’t keep his hands to himself.”

“can’t help it,” he shrugs, leaning in close again with that wolfish grin of his. “you make it too damn easy, princess.”

if he keeps this up, your next gym session might be less about training and more about dodging toji’s wandering hands in the frozen food aisle.

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[vvinirl]

bucky. b

bucky called you up to his apartment because he had a bad day at work so you were expecting to be hanging out with him, that’s what you thought

but when you got there he was basically helpless and laying on his bed

he swear he was so tired and couldn’t get up cause everything was sore

you just rolled your eyes and offered to help him clean off some of his wounds and bruises he got from today’s mission

you then led him to the bathroom and began to help him out of the rest of his clothes

“what’re you doing?”

“you said you needed help right? so i’m helping you”

“you’re gonna help me.. shower?”

“yep. now stop asking questions”

you rolled your eyes as you helped him out of his clothes, you were a little nervous, cause i mean it’s not everyday you help your best friend shower

after undressing him you tried to not look down cause you didn’t wanna be disrespectful or make it seem like you were trying to take a peek at his privates

you tried keeping eye contact with him as you begin to undress too

he caught onto your drift and reached out to help you, “here let me” he murmured as he helped you slip your shirt off and your pants

he then tugged at the hem of your panties as you let them drop to your ankles before stepping out of them

the tension between the two of you was thick as you both made heavy and unbreakable eye contact

he moved closer to you, his fingers ghosting over your collarbones as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra

he was trying so hard to be respectful and not look or just give them one little squeeze

you grabbed his hand as you led him into the shower

it was one of those fancy showers that had the thick glass sliding doors and multiple water settings and sensors

it’s been quiet the last few minutes, the only thing in the bathroom was you and bucky’s breathing. turning on the shower, you turned back around to face him as the hot water hits your back

you didn't mean to but your eyes went straight down to bucky’s erection, you looked up quickly before he caught you staring

bucky grabs the lofa and puts soap on it, rubbing it together so it can get soapy and foamy before he starts to gently and slowly rub your body with the lofa, only this time he wasn't hiding the fact that he was definitely admiring your body

"i should be the one taking care of you" you chuckled slightly

"i don't mind, i wanna take care of you right now", bucky replies back and gives you a reassuring smile as he steps closer to you, grabbing your waist after putting the lofa away

when he whispers your name you couldn't wait any longer, you leaned in and your smashed your lips against his

he wastes no time in kissing you back hungrily as he pulled you closer, leaving no space between you too

you moan into the kiss as he’s inserting his tongue into your mouth, licking and sucking on your tongue, sloppily kissing you

you moan in between kisses as he picks you up and you wrap your legs around him instantly

he puts you up against the shower glass, his cock easily slipping inside you with ease

"fuck bucky", you whimpered as he’s already starting to slowly move inside you, his cock slipping in and out of you with ease as he stretches your walls out

"keep saying my name like that” his lips attaching to your neck to leave kisses and bite marks

you throw your head back in pleasure, one arm around his neck as you held onto him while the other claws as his back

your toes curl due to the pleasure as your back arches off the shower glass

"you feel so good" bucky moans against your neck and then bites down on your shoulder, trying to stifle his own moans as his cock fills you up repeatedly

he leans his head down to look down at the way his cock is moving in and out of you, smirking to himself as he sees the outline of his cock inside you

he thrusts starts to speed up as it creates squelching noises, the sound overtaking the sound from the shower, along with the sound of your moans

your walls squeeze around him as he hits that sweet spot inside you repeatedly, “shit she’s squeezing me so good, gonna me cum just from it”

your only responses to him were broken moans as he praised you, kissing all over your neck and leaving a few hickeys on your breasts

“m’gonna cum buck” your legs wrap around him tightly as you pulled him flush against you, your cunt sucking him in even more

“fuck doll if you keep holding onto me like this i won’t be able to pull out”

you didn’t care if he pulled out or not, hell you wanted him to fill you up even more

a few sloppy thrusts from bucky and your kissing him as you come undone in his arms, creaming all over his cock as he soon follows you too

pushing in deeper as his warm seed fills you up, delivering a few more thrusts as he fucks his cum into you

he just holds you there as you both continued to kiss, not wanting to pull away from the kiss or out of you

[vvinirl]

Vol 29 cover but with fem Sukuna

I made this one into a phone wallpaper, free hi-res downloads available on my ko-fi!

[vvinirl]

Happy birthday baby

Satoru x reader

Context: You celebrate his birthday with him.

The night was deep, and the room was quiet except for the rhythmic sound of your breathing as you slept, wrapped up in the warmth of your sheets. The world outside seemed still, but inside, the only thing that mattered was the soft cocoon you’d found in your sleep.

That was, until you felt him.

The weight of his body shifted the blankets, and before you could open your eyes, you felt him pressing against you, warm and familiar. A faint giggle tickled your ear, and you groggily groaned.

"Satoru, get off of me," you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep as you tried to wiggle away, but his arms were already wrapped around you, holding you close.

“No, no, baby,” he murmured in that deep, teasing tone you knew too well, his lips brushing against your neck. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His lips trailed soft, playful kisses along your skin, causing a shiver to run through you despite the warmth of the blankets. You sighed, half irritated and half amused, knowing exactly what he was up to.

“Do you know what day it is?” he giggled into your skin, the sound of it making your eyes flutter open just enough to see his mischievous grin.

“It’s four in the morning, Toru,” you muttered, still trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes.

Satoru’s grin only widened, and he repeated, “But whattt dayyy is it?”

You groaned in exasperation but couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at your lips. “Happy birthday, baby,” you whispered, hugging him back as you settled into the warmth of his embrace. He immediately melted into you, nuzzling his face into your neck with a soft, content hum.

“Guess what?” he said, his voice light and almost sing-song. “You have to be nice to me today and do whatever I want. I’m the birthday boy.”

You rolled your eyes, though there was no bite behind it. “Is that so?” you teased, your voice still soft from sleep.

He grunted playfully, clearly enjoying the attention. “Yup, that’s right. Birthday privileges.”

You smirked, tilting your head back slightly to look at him. “So just how old are you, Toru?”

His grin faltered, and he let out a dramatic groan, rolling his eyes. “Ugh, don’t make me say it.”

“Come on, you’re not that old,” you teased.

He raised an eyebrow and sighed, shifting slightly as he pouted. “Fine, fine,” he said with a huff. “I’m 29, but you know my cursed energy is gonna keep me looking 25 for at least 10 more years, babe.”

You chuckled softly, shifting so you could look at him more clearly. “If you say so. I think you’re just nervous because you're pushing thirty.”

The look of mock offense that crossed his face was so exaggerated that you couldn’t help but laugh. “Ugh, don’t be mean, Y/N,” he groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder.

You ran a hand through his messy hair, grinning. “Satoru, I love you no matter what age you are or how you look.”

His eyes softened as he stared at you, a playful smile curling at the edges of his lips. “I’m still gonna love you even when you turn into a raisin.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes at his teasing. “Thanks! That’s very sweet of you.”

He squeezed you tighter, pressing his face against your neck with a satisfied hum. “So, what are we doing today?” he asked, his voice a little more hopeful than usual, and you could practically feel the excitement in him.

You could feel his body melt into yours, his fingers tracing small, absentminded patterns on your skin as he waited for your answer. The anticipation was almost too much for him to hide.

“I may have a few things planned,” you said, your voice laced with mischief as you felt him tense with excitement.

His breath hitched, and he let out a light giggle. “Ooh, I like the sound of that,” he teased. “Maybe... something that involves cake? Or maybe some special presents? Or do you have something really fun planned for me?”

You just smiled, leaning your head back against the pillow. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

He shifted, his hands wrapping tighter around you as he kissed your neck again, this time with a hint of possessiveness. “I’m so excited. Best birthday ever, I bet.”

Satoru groaned dramatically, his arms wrapping tighter around you as he buried his face into your neck. "Ugh, cuddle me," he whined, voice muffled against your skin.

You chuckled, the playful irritation not quite reaching your tone. "Baby, I am cuddling you."

He pouted, his grip on you tightening even further. "No, no, I’m cuddling YOU," he corrected with a slight whine. "I need YOU to cuddle ME."

You laughed softly, rolling your eyes. "Okay, okay, get off me and roll on your side so I can spoon you."

He giggled at the idea of being spooned, then shifted in your arms, letting out a soft sigh as he obeyed. You carefully repositioned yourself behind him, your chest pressing lightly against his back. You began to rub gentle circles over his stomach, and he sighed contentedly, already sinking back into the warmth of your embrace.

"Why don’t we sleep for a little longer?" you suggested, your voice soft and soothing. "It’s only four, we can wake up at seven, and I’ll make you breakfast."

His body relaxed against yours as you ran one hand over his stomach, the other gently threading through his hair. You could feel his heartbeat slow as the rhythm of your touch calmed him further. He smiled softly, turning his face toward yours, eyes still half-lidded with sleep.

"Mm, breakfast sounds good," he mumbled, his voice still thick with the remnants of sleep.

"And then," you continued, your voice a quiet hum, "after I make you breakfast, we’ll take a bath together, and I’ll wash your hair." You pressed a soft kiss to the nape of his neck, the warmth of your lips leaving a lingering trace.

He hummed in contentment, the thought of spending time together so effortlessly soothing him. "I like that idea," he whispered, a smile tugging at his lips.

"And after that," you continued with a playful glint in your eye, "we’ll watch a movie. Anything you like—even something you know I’ll absolutely hate."

You grinned mischievously, tickling his sides lightly, and his body jolted as he giggled uncontrollably. “Noooo,” he groaned, trying to wriggle away from your tickling fingers, but you just continued, savoring the sound of his laughter. “I love the idea of torturing you with one of my movie choices,” he teased.

You gave him a gentle squeeze, your hand still resting on his stomach as you continued, "And then after that, you can open the present I have for you."

His eyes glimmered with excitement at the mention of presents, and you could feel his body shift closer, his hand resting over yours on his stomach as he enjoyed the quiet affection.

"And then," you went on, smiling as you watched him curl up slightly in anticipation, "we’ll make cupcakes for your birthday with that cream cheese icing you like. And then, later in the evening, I’ll take you on a date, and you can eat whatever you want."

He hummed happily at the thought, snuggling even closer into your embrace, already thinking of all the treats that awaited him.

"That sounds nice," he said softly, eyes fluttering closed. "Now let’s get a little more sleep."

You pressed a kiss to the back of his head, your fingers gently running through his hair, your touch soft and affectionate as the two of you settled deeper into the warmth of the bed. “I promise I’ll spoil you today, baby,” you whispered.

His soft giggle was the last thing you heard before the two of you drifted back into a peaceful, contented slumber, the promise of the day ahead settling warmly between you.

The morning light was soft and warm, filtering through the curtains just enough to stir you awake. You shifted carefully, not wanting to disturb Satoru, who was still curled up next to you, his body relaxed and breathing steady. It was 6:30 AM, and for some reason, you found yourself wide awake—earlier than expected, especially considering how late you both had stayed up the night before.

You gently removed your hand from his waist, careful not to make any noise. Satoru stirred slightly, but you remained as still as possible, watching him for a moment. His peaceful expression was a stark contrast to the usual energetic, teasing Gojo you knew, and you couldn’t help but smile.

Quietly, you slipped out of bed, deciding to surprise him by making breakfast. But as you tiptoed into the kitchen and began to pull things out, you quickly realized that you hadn’t prepared enough the night before. There were ingredients missing, and you couldn’t quite remember what you’d planned to make in the first place.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you looked at the half-empty kitchen counter. You weren’t going to let this ruin his special morning, though.

"Alright, Satoru," you murmured to yourself. "You deserve something better than my half-baked breakfast."

You tiptoed back into the bedroom, pausing only to give him one last glance before grabbing your keys and heading out the door. You’d run to the store to grab a few treats for him. He'd appreciate something simple and indulgent, right?

At the store, you grabbed a box of his favorite donuts—glazed, chocolate, and sprinkled with colorful bits of candy—and some chocolate milk. You couldn’t resist, so you also grabbed bags of gummy worms, gummy bears, and peachy gummies—he had a serious sweet tooth, and you were determined to spoil him. Just for fun, you also picked up some Japanese strawberry soda, figuring you could surprise him with it later. He’d love that.

As you made your way to the checkout, you couldn’t help but feel a bit mischievous, knowing he’d probably be a little dramatic when he realized you’d left him alone in bed. You barely made it to your car when your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out, and sure enough, there it was:

“You left me alone in bed COLD on my birthday ☹️”
And attached was a picture of Satoru, his expression exaggerated with that familiar, overly dramatic pout, the corners of his mouth turned downward like he’d been deprived of the most basic comforts.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly as you read the message, but you quickly typed back:
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m coming right home with a treat for you.”

You imagined him sitting there, pouting even harder now, waiting for you to return with the goodies that would make everything better. A warm, affectionate smile tugged at your lips as you started the engine and headed back home, excited to see his reaction to the surprise you had planned for him.

By the time you returned, your arms loaded with the treats, you were almost certain he was going to make some sort of spectacle over being “abandoned.” But the look of delight that would spread across his face when he saw everything you’d gotten for him would definitely be worth it.

As you stepped through the door, you called out softly, "Hey, birthday boy... I brought you breakfast!"

Satoru was grumpy at first when you walked in, his arms crossed over his chest, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a hint of exaggerated irritation. He had been, of course, milking the situation—pouting dramatically as if you’d committed some unforgivable crime by leaving him in bed alone. But as you set the box of donuts down in front of him, along with the gummy bags and chocolate milk, his expression quickly shifted.

He eyed the treats with a look of pure satisfaction, the grumpy facade fading as his eyes lit up in delight. He picked up the box of donuts with an eager grin, and in no time at all, he was tearing through them, devouring the sugary treats with a hunger that could only be described as ferocious.

After inhaling the eighth donut, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shot you a sly grin. "You do love me," he said, the words dripping with playful satisfaction, his eyes still sparkling with mischief.

You couldn’t help but smile at his childish antics. You leaned down and planted a big kiss on his lips, teasing him as you pulled back. "Of course I do, dummy," you teased, your voice light and affectionate.

He giggled at your response, but before he could say anything else, he grabbed the gummy worms and started tearing into the bag. His focus was entirely on the candy now, the half-empty bag of worms in his hands disappearing just as quickly as the donuts.

You shook your head, watching in amusement. "You never cease to amaze me," you said, laughing as you watched him munch through his haul.

Satoru just gave you a cheeky grin between bites, his voice muffled but still playful. "What can I say? I’m a man of simple tastes," he teased, holding up the empty bag of gummy worms as if it were an achievement.

You leaned back against the counter, your heart full of affection as you watched him, knowing that despite his playful antics, you’d do anything to make this man happy—even if it meant spoiling him rotten.

Satoru stretched lazily, his belly full from his sugary feast, a satisfied grin still lingering on his face. He glanced over at you, eyes twinkling with mischief as the sticky remnants of donuts and gummy worms covered his fingers. “Alright, now we’re all gross and sticky,” he teased, looking down at himself and then at you. “I think it’s time for that bath, don’t you?”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes playfully, but couldn’t help but smile as you agreed. “Yeah, definitely. Get naked and I’ll join you.”

His grin widened, and without hesitation, he stood up, peeling off his clothes in a teasingly slow manner, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. You followed his lead, stripping off your clothes and tossing them aside as you made your way to the bathroom. The warm steam from the bath had already begun to curl in the air, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the intimacy of the moment, the two of you slipping into the tub together.

The warm water enveloped you both, and as Satoru sank down into the tub, you settled behind him, your legs on either side of his. His broad shoulders relaxed under the warmth, and you couldn't help but admire the way his muscles flexed, the way his body seemed to glow under the water. His skin, so pale and flawless, looked even more striking in the soft, flickering light.

You reached for the shampoo, your hands moving gently as you began to lather his hair, working the soft foam through his snow-white locks. You massaged his scalp slowly, your fingers pressing down in soothing, rhythmic circles. As you worked through his hair, you noticed how quiet and still he had become, his usual energetic self momentarily subdued.

He let out a soft sigh, his head tipping back into your hands as he leaned into the touch, the warmth of the water and your hands seemingly melting away any tension. “You have no idea how much I love you right now,” he murmured, his voice low and full of appreciation.

Your heart fluttered at the sincerity in his words, and you leaned in closer, brushing your lips softly against his ear. “I love you too, Toru,” you whispered, your hands continuing their slow, comforting work as you massaged his shoulders. “More than you know.”

He leaned back further into you, letting the warmth of the water and the gentle touch of your hands bring him complete relaxation. "You're the best," he said, his voice soft but filled with adoration, as he let his eyes close in bliss, content in your care.

After the bath, you both emerged from the steamy water, skin soft and fresh. You helped each other dry off, laughing as he tried to reach for the towel you’d already grabbed and playfully swatted at your back. The comfortable silence that settled between you as you both dressed was warm and intimate—nothing but the sound of clothes being pulled on and the occasional soft chuckle.

Satoru, now dressed in a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, plopped down onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. He pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and spread it out across his lap, patting the spot next to him. “Come here, babe,” he coaxed, his voice soft but mischievous.

You joined him, curling up beside him, your head resting against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in close, the warmth of his body radiating against yours.

"Alright, movie time," he said, already reaching for the remote and flipping through the channels. After a brief moment of consideration, he selected the most ridiculous, over-the-top, and absurd comedy you could imagine—one of those movies that was so bad it was almost painful to watch.

You groaned dramatically, throwing your head back. “Seriously? This is what you’re choosing for your birthday movie?”

Satoru, however, was unfazed. He chuckled, his gaze still glued to the screen. “It’s my birthday, babe. I’m allowed to make you suffer a little, right?”

You sighed but snuggled closer to him, knowing you’d have to endure the ridiculousness. “Fine,” you muttered, playfully rolling your eyes. “I’ll put up with it for you, Toru.”

He smirked, completely pleased with himself, and then pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Good girl," he teased, making you blush slightly. You couldn’t help but smile at how utterly bratty he was being—especially since you were so wrapped up in him.

As the movie played on, you found yourself actually getting into it despite the sheer absurdity, mostly because Satoru would occasionally throw in his own commentary, making the whole experience even more ridiculous. Every now and then, he'd give you that mischievous grin of his, knowing you were tolerating it all because it was his special day.

Despite the sheer nonsense on screen, you didn’t mind. Being in his arms, watching him laugh and be carefree, was worth everything. He had a way of making even the most absurd moments feel special.

By the time the movie ended, Satoru was practically snuggled in on top of you, his usual teasing demeanor softened into something more content. You ran your fingers through his messy hair, your other hand resting on his chest.

“So,” you asked, smiling as you looked up at him, “What’s next, birthday boy?”

He grinned mischievously, his blue eyes twinkling. “You know what, I think it’s time for some cupcakes, don’t you think?”

You laughed softly, feeling your heart warm at how much effort he was putting into enjoying his special day, and snuggled in even closer to him. “Anything for you, Toru.”

The cupcake-making process was chaotic, to say the least. You'd both managed to survive the batter phase without incident, but the icing part? That was a whole other story. Satoru—ever the artist—decided he would take the opportunity to channel his inner Jackson Pollock, except with icing instead of paint. He meticulously lined up the different colors of icing, mixing them together with an exaggerated flourish, convinced that the swirls of pink, blue, green, and purple would come together in some masterpiece.

Instead, the result was more of an abstract disaster, the colors blending into a chaotic mess that spattered not only the cupcakes but also the countertop, the floor, and somehow his face.

You watched in both horror and amusement as Satoru—his hands covered in a rainbow of icing—tried to swirl the colors together, his concentration so serious that it was almost comical. “I’ve got this,” he muttered to himself, completely lost in his artistic vision. You could already tell where this was going.

"Uh, Toru...," you started, wiping your hands off on a towel as you looked at the mess. "You know, I think you might have gone a little... overboard."

Satoru glanced up, eyes wide with mock offense. "What do you mean?" He gave a dramatic wave of his hands, which only resulted in more icing splattering across the counter. “This is art, babe! You wouldn’t understand.”

Before you could protest further, he leaned toward you with a mischievous grin, his lips coated in bright blue icing. With a swift move, he kissed you—icing-covered lips pressing against yours in a messy, sugary assault. You tried to pull away in surprise, but his hand was already on your face, his fingers covered in the colorful goo, and he was pulling you closer.

“Oh, no,” you gasped, suddenly realizing what he was up to.

With a quick motion, you grabbed the bowl of leftover icing, dipping your hands into the vibrant mix of colors. You returned the favor, smearing icing on his cheeks, his neck, his chest—anywhere you could reach. His laugh was muffled by your lips as he kissed you back, his hands now covered in icing too as he smeared it across your face.

"Now look what you've done," you teased, breathless from the kiss, icing now smudged all over you. “You’ve made such a mess, Toru!”

But Satoru was absolutely delighted, his eyes sparkling with pure mischief. He grinned wide, a playful chuckle escaping him as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“You started it,” he said, winking. "And I’m not done yet."

You were both laughing, completely sticky and covered in icing, but there was something so perfect about the mess. It felt carefree, spontaneous, like the entire world had faded away, and it was just the two of you, goofing around in your own little bubble of chaos and love.

“Alright,” you sighed, pulling back slightly to look at him. “Now we’ve got to clean this up.”

Satoru raised an eyebrow, looking down at the mess around you both. “Nah, I think we’re just gonna have to eat our way out of it,” he said with a grin, picking up a cupcake and playfully offering it to you, the icing still adorning his lips. “What do you think?”

You couldn't help but laugh, accepting the cupcake with a grin. “I think you're ridiculous.”

"Yeah, but you love me," he shot back, leaning in for another kiss, still laughing.

You couldn't help but shake your head at Satoru's antics as you grabbed a wet towel from the counter, giving him a playful glare. "Okay, stinker," you muttered, leading him over to the sink. He followed willingly, his grin still wide as he licked a bit of icing off his fingers.

"You're so cute when you're annoyed," he teased, leaning against the sink and letting you wipe the mess from his face. You carefully cleaned his lips, neck, and jawline, making sure to get rid of all the icing that had splattered everywhere. His skin was warm under your touch, and you couldn't help but smile softly as you worked, the sweetness of the moment filling the air.

When you were done, he tilted his head, glancing at you with that cocky grin you knew and loved. "You did a good job," he said, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Don't get used to it," you replied, tossing the towel into the laundry basket. "You only get this treatment because it's your birthday."

Satoru chuckled, then picked up one of the cupcakes he'd made earlier, taking a careful bite. You watched him for a moment, amused by how he was managing not to make more of a mess. He’d clearly learned his lesson. He chewed slowly, savoring the sweet treat with a satisfied hum.

"These are actually pretty good," he admitted, a pleased look on his face. "You know, for a messy artist."

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "You're lucky I love you, or I'd make you clean this entire place up by yourself."

Satoru smirked, finishing the cupcake in a couple of bites before pulling you into a hug, his arms wrapped around you as he nuzzled into your hair. "You spoil me," he murmured, voice soft.

"Yeah, well, you deserve it today," you whispered back, your fingers running through his hair. The softness of the moment was almost enough to make you forget all the mess, but then you both chuckled at the sight of the kitchen—still decorated in a rainbow of icing.

After a few minutes of cuddling on the couch, you leaned back and sighed. "Alright, we’ve got a few hours before the date. What do you want to do in the meantime?"

Satoru glanced up at you, a playful gleam in his eye. "Can we nap first?" he asked, still in that bratty tone you adored so much. "I'm too full to do anything else, and it's my birthday. I think I deserve a nap."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the fond smile that crept onto your lips. "Alright, baby. Nap it is. But after that, we’re going to get ready for the date. No more distractions."

Satoru hummed contentedly, snuggling against you and pulling you into a comfortable position. "Fine, fine. But I’m still not done with you," he teased, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

The two of you settled into the couch, wrapped in warmth and comfort, knowing the best part of the day was still to come.

As you gently slipped out of Satoru’s arms, careful not to wake him up, a mischievous grin spread across your face. You had planned this moment perfectly—waking him up with a surprise before your date. After tiptoeing to where you had hidden the gift, you grabbed the neatly wrapped box and the letter you’d written for him. The paper crinkled slightly in your hands as you carefully placed it in the envelope. On the outside, in your neat handwriting, you wrote: “To my favorite shithead, the pain in my ass, and the love of my life.”

You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself at how perfectly it captured your relationship. It was cheeky and sweet, just like him.

Turning back toward the couch where Satoru was still blissfully asleep, you quietly crept up to him, watching the peaceful rise and fall of his chest. For a moment, you just stood there, taking in the sight of him. He looked so soft in his sleep, completely unaware of the surprise waiting for him.

You leaned down and kissed his face gently, starting with his cheek, then moving to his jawline, and finally pressing a soft kiss on his lips. As his eyes fluttered open, he groggily blinked, clearly not expecting to wake up to your teasing kisses.

“Hmm? What’s all this?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

You smiled sweetly, holding up the wrapped box, “I got you something, dummy.”

Satoru’s eyes immediately sparkled with interest, and a grin spread across his face. He was still half-asleep, but his playful nature couldn’t resist. “For me? Let me guess… is it more of that fancy chocolate? Or maybe a new video game?”

“Nope,” you said, teasing him as you handed him the box. “Open it.”

His fingers brushed against the paper as he carefully unwrapped the box, though his excitement was clearly building. When he finally saw the sunglasses inside, his eyes went wide with delight. He sat up straighter, his face lighting up as he held the sleek, high-end pair in his hands.

“No way,” he gasped, “These are perfect.”

He couldn't stop the giggle that escaped him as he tried them on, admiring himself in the nearest mirror. “You know me too well,” he said, still laughing. “These are amazing, babe.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction—his joy was infectious, and seeing him so happy made your heart swell. But there was more to the surprise. You handed him the envelope with the letter, eyes glinting as you said, “Oh and…you have to read this.”

Satoru’s playful grin softened a bit as he took the envelope and carefully slid out the letter you had written for him.

Satoru’s laugh echoed in the quiet room when he saw the envelope with the playful writing on it. "I am your shithead," he said with a grin, confidently leaning back. "You know it, babe."

As he took the letter out of the envelope, his curiosity piqued, but then he paused, a serious glint crossing his eyes. "Wait," he said softly, handing it back to you. "I want you to read it to me."

You raised an eyebrow, a little hesitant but smiling. "God, this is so corny," you muttered under your breath, but Satoru’s gaze never wavered.

"Read it," he urged, eyes softening. "I wanna hear it."

You sighed dramatically before clearing your throat and began reading aloud, though every word felt sincere, and you didn’t mind sharing them at all.

The Things I Love About You

"I love waking up with you in the mornings, and the way you hold me tighter, burying your pretty head into my shoulder just to keep me with you a little longer. I can’t even get up, and I love that you want me there, right next to you.

I love how you can be so, so, so sweet when you want to be. I love how you look after your students, how much work you put in to keep everyone safe, even when the world feels like it’s trying to crush you. I love how kind you are, even though you carry the weight of so much on your shoulders. And I love how addicted to sweets you are... To the point where you taste sweet. It’s like your whole being is a little bit of sugar, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I love how much you love being held. And I love holding you. I love your soul, and I love your heart. I love the sound of your heartbeat when I press my ear to your chest. It’s the most comforting thing in the world.

I love you even when you bug me and annoy me on purpose. Honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love it when you ask to be babied—or should I say, demand to be babied? Because despite all the shit I give you, despite the way I complain, I truly love being the one who gets to hold you, touch you, and love on you.

I love it when you’re a brat (and let’s be real, you are a brat). I love every single thing about you. I love the parts of you that you don’t even like. I love you when you’re insecure, even if you don’t say it. I love hearing you talk about things you find entertaining, or when you rave about sweets. I love how you want me to take care of you. I love how impatient you are sometimes. I love everything about you—inside and out, from your heart to your soul."

You finished, voice soft and full of affection. You looked at him to see how he was taking it, but your breath caught in your throat as you saw his eyes glistening, his lips trembling, and the tears already beginning to fall. Satoru was always so strong, so composed, but now he looked completely vulnerable, like your words were too much for him to handle.

"Hey," you whispered, concern filling your voice. "Are you okay?"

Satoru blinked rapidly, trying to hold it together, but a few more tears slipped down his cheek. "Hmphh... Yeah, yeah, I’m fine," he said, his voice strained. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he couldn’t stop the flood of emotion. Tears poured down his face, and he let out a choked laugh, almost like he was trying to hold onto his pride.

You reached out to him, pulling him close. "Oh, baby," you whispered, your heart aching at the sight of him. "Please don’t cry."

"I’m not crying," he said, his voice cracking, but the tears kept falling. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to hide the vulnerability, but it was no use. His chest heaved, and he couldn’t stop himself. "I just... I love you so much, Y/N. You... You have no idea how much."

You cupped his face gently, wiping away his tears, and kissed his forehead softly. "I know," you whispered. "I know you do. And I love you so much, too."

Satoru pulled you closer, burying his face in your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around you as if trying to hold on to you forever. "I love you," he mumbled against your skin. "I really do. Thank you... for everything. For always being here. For loving me... even when I’m a pain in the ass."

You smiled softly, your fingers combing through his hair as you whispered back, "You’ll always have me, Toru. Forever."

And in that moment, you both knew your bond was unbreakable.

Satoru pulled back slightly, looking at you with a half-smile despite the tears still lingering in his eyes. "I really did want to go on a date, you know," he said, his voice still shaky. "But thanks to you, my dear, I'm an emotional mess right now." He let out a soft, almost embarrassed laugh. "Honestly, I’d rather just cuddle you and order takeout."

He wiped his eyes again, but the grin tugged at his lips. "No promises I won’t cry again, though, after all that," he added, his tone teasing but soft.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, your heart swelling with affection for him. "I’m fine with that," you said, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. "You deserve a night of rest, and I'm here for you, messy or not."

Satoru pulled you into his arms, his head resting against your shoulder as he sighed contentedly. "Best birthday ever," he murmured. "Even if it turned into a whole emotional rollercoaster."

You smiled, holding him close. "I love you, Satoru. And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

As he relaxed against you, you both drifted into a comfortable silence, content in each other's company, knowing that this quiet moment of affection meant more than any extravagant date night ever could.

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⋆˙⟡ How well does he eat it?!

✶⋆.˚Synopsis: How Nanami eats pussy (literally, that’s all)

✶⋆.˚Includes: Nanami x chubby reader ✶⋆.˚Tw: oral (fem), overstim

A/n I strongly believe that Nanami eat pussy like a god

Nanami has always been a gentleman towards everyone around him, except Gojo, but especially to his pretty wife, you. And he needs to make sure that his pretty wife is well taken care of, ensuring that you are satisfied at all times.

Especially when it comes to your pleasure, he seemingly was good at that too, but you aren’t too surprised about it. He’d rather be on his knees, slurping at your cunt like a starved man than let you go on your knees to suck his cock.

Not that he hates the sight of you on your knees, your lips wrapped around his thick cock, gagging when you try to take more of his dick down your throat. But, there was some part of his head that thought it was so much better to way you out than get his cock sucked by you, your juices melting onto his tongue, so sweet and addictive.

Nanami has you spread out so nicely on your shared bed, your thighs rested against his muscular shoulder. Your heels digs into his shoulder, eliciting a delicious groan from him.

You can’t help but drool at the deep, pained groan that escaped Nanami, it was hot. He doesn’t try to push your leg away, no, he’s too busy staring at your pussy lovingly. 

His fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you trapped at his mercy. Nanami’s grip is so tight that veins start to appear along his arm, not like they weren’t visible at all. 

Your soft flesh pools through the gaps of his finders, so soft and warm in his hands. His tongue laps slowly through your folds, humming in delight at the sweet taste of you melting on his tongue. 

The soft whimper you let out was divine, he needed to hear more. He continued to slowly rub his tongue through your slick folds, hearing that quiet sigh of pleasure from you.

His tongue drips into your needy hole, you gasp, the soft tingle of pain coarsed through your body from the stretch. His tongue slips from your hole, rubbing through your folds, stopping at your clit.

Nanami directs his attention to the engorged bud, throbbing and begging for his attention, for him to kiss and lick at. He spreads your thighs wider, causing a tingle of pain from how wide your legs were already opened. 

He presses a hot kiss to your clit, his tongue swirls and flicks at the sensitive bur, drawing gasps and whimpers from you. Your body reacts to his touch, you can barely hide how good you feel, your moans falling from your lips.

Nanami was always good at this, taking his time to savor your flavor. He shows no rush or hurry in his movements, intending to enjoy himself. 

“You taste so good, sweetheart” Nanami mumbles, attaching his lips to your clit again. 

He hollows his cheeks, sucking harshly at your clit. You moan in response, only to squeal from the suddan pleasure, you can barely utter a word when every time you try a moan is ripped from your lips. 

“Nanami~ fuck.. please” you mewl, bucking up to soak up more of the addictive pleasure. 

He groans in response, the vibration running from your foot through your body, it makes your head spin. The pleasure is too much, tears start to brim in your eyes.

There is an intense heat in your belly, burning hot, your thighs are shaking like a leaf in the window. Your hand trails to his hair, tugging on the strands. 

You let out a choked moan and a broken sob of his name, throwing your head back in ecstasy, landing onto the soft pillow that Nanami, so considerately, placed there for you.

You gush around nothing, a broken moan ripped from you. Your legs tremble, your breath short and heavy. 

A wet pop echoes the room as Nanami pulls away from your clit, pressing a soft kiss. Your juices slowly drip from your fluttering hole, rolling down the curve of your ass, dripping onto the bed sheets below. 

You slowly shut your eyes, trying to relax, only to feel pleasure coarse through your body. You tiredly peel your eyes open, your face twinging in pleasure as you suddenly feel your pussy stretching around something, a sweet painless stretch. 

You squeal in shock, glancing down your body to glance at Nanami, questionably. His lips connect to your clit again, sucking and lapping at the already overstimulated bud. 

His finger slips in and out of your sensitive pussy, rubbing so deliciously against your walls. Your head is fuzzy, the overstimulation making you delirious.

More tears pours from your eyes uncontrollably, sobs and moans falling from your lips as you clench tightly around his fingers. “So sensitive..” Nanami utters, his hot breath hitting your clit.

 “N-no.. no more..” you slur, uselessly pushing at his head, attempting to separate Nanami from your clit.

 It's useless, he won’t let go of your clit, contouring to suck the bundle harshly. He dips another finger, your pussy instantly swallowing his fingers, pulling him deeper.

Your eyes roll back so far, clenching so tightly. That heat in your belly is building, again. “P-please!” You mewl, shutting your eyes tightly.

His fingers rub against your walls over and over, nudging against your poor sweet spot. “Nanami!” You wail, gushing around his fingers again. 

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Sirens

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✦┊HIDING YOUR INJURIES FROM THEM ! (pt 1)

✦┊REQUESTED ! (pt 1)

tags┊hurt/comfort, fluff

feat.┊satoru g., suguru g., kento n., choso k.

a/n┊hope you enjoy! reblogs and comments are more appreciated !

‎‎‧ ˚ ₊ ꒷ ꒦ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ꒷ ꒦ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ꒦ ꒷ ‧ ₊ ˚ ⊹

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Kento Nanami

Choso Kamo

TAGLIST ⭑. @drxgonspine, @dabis-favorite-slut

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locking in my Kwon predictions

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crush/boyfriend headcanons ꕥ kwon jae-sung

synopsis : kwon makes a lovely boyfriend despite his cold demeanor towards everyone.

genre : fluff, mild angst

warning(s) : creepy men implied

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who absolutely hates sweets. he prefers spicy foods all the way but he can’t help but devour the homemade chocolates you gift him every year for valentine’s day.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who sucks at baking. white day falls a month after valentine’s day so he decides that the only gift suitable for such occasion was homemade pastries. only one problem though, kwon can’t follow recipes to save his life. so after a few attempts he calls you for help, turning it into a fun baking date.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who insists on walking you home every night after practice. he knows your a good fighter better than most of the guys on the team but it helps ease his mind that he’s there to protect you from the evil of the world. he needs to know that your safe because he can’t imagine what he would do if you ever got hurt.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who says words of endearment in korean. although kwon is a confident guy he can’t help but feel shy when it comes to telling you how he truly feels.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who can’t communicate. at the beginning of the relationship kwon hated being vulnerable, especially with you. he can’t seem to tell you about the things that bother him. which leads him to ignoring you. after a much needed confrontation conversation on your part, he decides to open up about his worries.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who struggles with affection. as much as he loves you, it still feels very foreign to him to receive verbal affection. sure he’s had his fair share of admirers but with you it’s different. he’s still not used to the compliments that dig into the very core of his being.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who thinks social media is stupid. he claims he doesn’t care for it because he’s such a busy guy. like who needs social media anyways? he does. his feed is filled with pictures of the two of you, making it abundantly clear to everyone that he has the most amazing girlfriend ever.

𝜗𝜚 kwon jae-sung who loves to match. at first he thought it was embarrassing. why would a tough guy like him want to have a matching pink sanrio keychains with his girlfriend? but it started to grow on him after seeing how cute you looked while asking him. who is he to deny his lovely girlfriend?

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I wasted no time searching up Kwon from cobra kai edits and fanart bro HES SO FINE I WISH I HADNT WAITED TO WATCH THE NEW SEASON guys I might be in the cobra kai fandom now expect cobra kai fanart (specifically Kwon.)

I think I have two types bro its either theyre smartasses or actually smartasses (COUGH L.) jfc I love cocky bastards KWON MY BELOVED ILY PLS WIN 🙏

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guys. i NEED more kwon fics. that man is TOO fine to be lacking in fanfics. also possibly angst for the last episode just cuz yk. ANYWAYS!