Then And Now — Gojo Satoru

Yandere Boss Nanami - Part two

<<<Part One

mdni- yandere Nanami is your boss (he basically made you need the job) and now roomate (he made you need the place lol) there is stalking, yandere behavior, manipulation, jealousy, oral ( m receiving) videoing against consent, slapping, edging, all sorts of toxic shit, don't read if you dont like darker yan content. I guess OOC bc I never see him yandere? But it kinda fits tbh lol

Yandere Boss Nanami Is there for you when you get kicked out of your apartment, you're crying against his chest in his office as he strokes your hair, murmuring sweetly to you that it's all going to be okay. 'Mr. Nanami, how have I gotten so l-lucky' you ask softly through tears, he is your Knight in shining armor, you don't even think you deserve him, truly.

Yandere Boss Nanami offers so sweetly to let you stay in his penthouse until you can get one of your own, you're so nervous when you first walk into his place, as he carries in a few of your bags with you. His home is so clean, neat and perfect, elegant just like Nanami. Being alone with him like this was unnerving, how he slips off his tie just so, how he takes off those glasses of his, smiling sweetly 'make yourself at home, darling, you can have anything you'd like' you literally melt for him.

Yandere Boss Nanami has the guest room all done up just for you, oh it's so beautiful, you think, the room alone is the size of your apartment. He has everything you could want, as he shows you, helping you carry your things in, strong muscles bunching from where he's rolled up his sleeves. You still vividly remember him tasting you on his desk, you yearn for more, but was it just momentary? As you slip into a nightie, far too sexy to sleep in, and walk out to the kitchen, his eyes drink you in, slow and lazy.

Yandere Boss Nanami wants to rip that nightie off you, then buy you a million more, much nicer ones. But he knows he needs to wait just a bit longer, he already gave into his emotions just a bit. Now he's your boss and you live with him, he's almost got you where he needs. He brushes your hair back behind your ear softly, handing you a glass of wine with a smirk. 'Here you go, love' he makes no move, as you stand there, breasts rising and falling with need for him.

Yandere Boss Nanami watches as you play with your pussy under the covers, whimpering his name, he can hear the squishing practically as your fingers work your slick heat, all while he strokes his cock in his bed, syncing perfectly to your little cries. He knows you need him but not just yet. The next morning you are riding with him to work, your car just isn't reliable enough he says, but you can't stop yourself from kissing down his neck. 'Darling... what're you doing?' You quickly pull back, so nervous. 'You don't need to thank me in any way you know.'

Yandere Boss Nanami watches as you work so hard for him, every presentation is perfection, everyone at work adores you. Maybe a little too much. He watches your coworkers fawning over you, his fists clenched as he thinks of firing them all, or worse ending them as they approach you. One asks you out, even, and you are a good girl you tell him. Nanami acts calm and collected, smiling. 'And do you want to go on a date?' You bite your lower lip, wondering what it would be like to have him jealous again. 'Maybe I should?'

Yandere Boss Nanami has you bent over his desk, hard smack on your ass making you cry into the panties he has shoved in your mouth. 'You're a bad girl, aren't you?' You nod weakly, as he smacks you harder and harder, littering your pretty ass with handprints, leaning over you and pulling the tie around your throat up, choking you just so. 'I'm very patient with you, but you're trying to upset me' he thrusts his fingers deep in your eager hole, pressing up as your eyes roll back. 'You won't get to cum again, darling'

Yandere Boss Nanami your ass hurts so bad you can't sit for the rest of the day, you feel so bad as you both drive home. 'I thought you... are you mad Mr. Nanami?' His jaw locks, you're making him furious, but you're so pretty he has to forgive you. He sighs. 'You can make it up to me' he has you on his knees once you're back in his penthouse, pulling your hair hard, as you suck his cock down your throat. 'You'll make me cum, and swallow it all like a good girl, won't you?' He huffs, smacking your cheek, you nod, taking a breath before he's cumming down your throat, ordering you to 'open' so he can see if you did a good job.

Yandere Boss Nanami runs you a bath, kissing your lips for just a brief moment, tasting himself. 'If you can finally behave, I'll give your cunt what she so desperately is begging for' you whine, pathetically for him, knees aching from being on the floor, throat sore and hoarse as you speak. 'Anything for you, Mr. Nanami' you whisper, he pats your cheek then. 'You'll make sure to turn him down tomorrow. Won't you?' When you nod you earn a 'good girl' before you end up in the bath alone, playing with your edged pussy.

Yandere Boss Nanami thinks of your throat as he plays with his cock, watching you in that bath. You're such a good girl the next day, you turn down your coworker, you smile brightly at him when he calls you in his office, sitting you on his lap. 'Nanami, please I'm being so good' you whisper, and he kisses you so sweetly, finding your clit and rolling circles, kissing hungry up your neck. 'It's a start, darling, I'm proud of you, you know? Don't I take care of you?' You nod as he plays you so well, finally letting you cum all over his fingers, whining into his neck, clinging to him and inhaling his cologne. 'Cunt is so messy. Look.' He pulls up his hand. Dripping with you, you eagerly suck off his fingers, whispering - 'when can I have you in me'

Yandere Boss Nanami is so ready to finally fuck your sweet little pussy when your phone rings, and he sees the name, of the ex he made sure (he thought) to give enough money to leave you. You are kissing up his neck, as you peer over. 'Ugh, he's acting like he didn't even leave me, isn't it so awful Mr. Nanami? Like he acts as if he didn't disappear' you say with a pout, Nanami’s face tenses, hazel eyes dilated, he looks furious. 'Is everything okay?' He smiles tersely then, clearing his throat. 'It's fine, did you tell him to leave you alone?' You sigh, playing with Nanami’s sandy locks. 'No, not yet... Mr. Nanami what are we exactly?' Nanami cups your face then. 'I'll deal with him.' You blink in confusion, opening your mouth, when he shuts it with his palm, shaking his head. 'You're gonna be mine, darling. All mine. Let me handle it.'

hehe final part they'll actually bang it out, Nanami is a tease 💀💀 and the poor ex boyfriend ahahah 💕💕

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⤿ based on mirrored souls !

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! who’s entire mood is cold to any people bothering to talk to him , not unless it’s one of his teammates conversing & teasing him nonstop then expect that his jokes are often brutal in return. He’s never been the type to care how heavily blunt his use of words can be considering it’s simply just Choso , Toji , Gojo , Suguru , Nanami , bantering with him nowadays. He’s had his fair share of admirers in the past although believe it or not , Sukuna’s never been one to be fond of dating , let alone handle a serious relationship. Flings worked the best for him in general , nothing serious & committed , just merely makeout sessions. Yet when he encounters her prior to a seating arrangement made by the teacher , his curiosity suddenly sparks.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! whose tone is usually loud , firm , around class goes lower , slower , & perhaps softer when he tries hearing the questions she’s asking in relation to whatever lecture is being discussed. He’s quite smart in the subject so he has no need to listen , calculations were light work to him. Her on the other hand is a slow learner , an observation that he’s picked on. Though Sukuna can tell that she’s nervous , constantly mumbling apologies for asking such questions. He simply brushes it off & eventually decides he might as well teach her. Very unlikely of him to do so with a seatmate , later on Uraume points it out but Sukuna is quick to shut them out & tell them it was only basic decency.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! whose reputation is a big warning to the school grounds. Rumors say he’s slept with many but it’s mostly false news , some say he’s given one of his opponents a fracture which is likely more true. He’s out of her league , she’s aware of this. Someone reserved & quiet can’t get along with someone like him , Sukuna who’s always stood out to the crowd & has a large group of friends , connections from one person to another wouldn't bat an eye at a girl like her. But his actions are the opposite of her doubts.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! who overtime grows fond of her. He’s not only teaching her in the weakest subjects she struggles at , he’s now making the effort of doing small talk with her. He could be talking about how his team lost a game or either won a game out of sheer luck , just an excuse for him to hear her faint smiles or giggles. Sukuna doesn’t know why he loves witnessing a reaction out of her. He likes to view it as a privilege to see this side of her instead of her usual reserved demeanor.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! who unknowingly develops a soft spot for her. The way she cracks her knuckles a lot when she’s too overwhelmed at a presentation , the way she plays with her necklace when something is clearly wrong. The way she bites on her lip , bounces her legs , when too much attention is focused on her. He doesn’t know what would ease her anxiety & Sukuna loathes it so he does something that leaves his friends , the whole class jaw dropped. He grants her the permission to play with the silver rings on his fingers , squeeze his forearm , hands , anything to soothe that head of hers even though he despises being touched.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 Sukuna! who’d willingly agree to anything she asks for & changes his preference on silly trivial things in order to match hers. She loves chocolate ice cream ? well he does too even though in truth , anything sweet related to treats makes him gag in disgust. She loves the color purple ? he buys himself a purple accessory . Eventually they’d both end up having accidental coordinating fits towards their clothing. Sukuna doesn’t complain though.

thinking about choso and the succubus that just won’t leave him alone :((

“p-please i can’t take any—hah! a-anymore,” choso sobbed, his fingernails digging roughly into the fat of your hips. you’ve been riding him for the past hour and a half and he was sure by this point he was shooting blanks. you’ve pulled four orgasms out of him and frighteningly enough you were showing no signs of stopping.

“i’m not done yet though cho,” you giggled, leaning down to press your lips against his. choso whimpered when your tongue, that was slightly longer than the average humans, slipped into his mouth. you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss when you felt him get harder inside of you.

choso’s eyes rolled into the back of his head when your tongue swirled around his, his mouth opening wider to give you more access. ‘what a slut’ he heard your voice echo in his head, arousal building up in his tummy. you abruptly pulled away from the kiss, a line of spit connecting your mouths.

“o-oh!” choso’s abs clenched when you lifted off of his cock, a loud squelching sound following. “pretty…y-you’re so pretty,” his voice was shaky as he praised you, tears of awe and overstimulation brimming his eyes. you didn’t say anything, instead you kissed your way down his chest, stopping when you reached his pelvic area.

choso heard your voice in his head once more, nodding at your question. ‘you want it?’ you had asked, the seduction in your voice as tempting as ever. choso’s back arched off the bed when he felt your tongue slither around the base of his dick. now this was new for him.

your tongue was able to wrap around almost every inch of him, massaging his most sensitive parts. you the felt the veins on the underside throb rapidly against your tongue, he was already so so close.

“s-stop—wait, w-wait no keep going, no n-no wait stoppp,” choso sobbed, tears now steaming down his reddened cheeks. he gasped finally at the loss of contact, his chest heaving rapidly. “w-why’d you stop?” he whimpered, his bottom lip pushing into a pout as if he wasn’t just begging and crying you to stop :((

choso jumped slightly when your wings expanded, shielding both of you from the light of his bedside lamp. “from this point forward i wan’ you to keep those pretty lips shut, got it?” he heard your honey smooth voice say firmly. choso nodded quickly, “yes, y-yes i’m sorry. no more talking i promise.” such an obedient lil thing.

choso’s mouth dropped open, a loud, pornographic moan belting from his chest. you focused your attention on his weeping tip, moaning at the sweet yet salty taste that was him. you toyed with his balls in your hand, giving them a hearty squeeze—

“o-oh f-fuckkk!”

you pulled off his tip with an obscene slurping sound, “cmon cho gimme all your cum. be a good boy and give it to me.” choso mewled, his thighs now trembling rather violently.

“i-i can’t it’s too much i don’t think i—”

“nonsense. i know you got one more in you for me pretty boy,” you cooed, sloppily kissing the inside of his thigh before sinking you teeth into the soft, sweaty flesh. choso let out a loud cry, the whites of his eyes showing before he came. hard.

“f-fuck!”

choso jolted away, a thin sheen of sweat covering his chest and face. his palms were sweaty and his heart was beating a million miles a second—the fuck happened to him?

he turned on his bedside lamp and looked around the entire room, although he wasn’t entirely sure what he had been looking for. his lips turned into a frown when he noticed his boxers had felt sticky. “again?” he sighed in defeat once his eyes landed on his messy boxers and very hard dick.

he lightly touched his cock over his boxers, immediately whimpering at how sensitive he was. “i’ll be quick, r-real quick,” he let out a sigh of relief when his hand began to palm at his boxers, he internally cringed when he felt how wet and sticky they were. his nostrils flared once he finally reached his hand in his boxers, gripping his throbbing cock with need.

his eyes trailed from his dick to his thigh, his brows furrowing when he noticed a bite mark???

while still stroking his cock he lightly touched the bite mark, his breath hitching when it actually felt good? why did it feel so good?

“hah! o-oh wow,” choso breathlessly chuckled, his hips bucking up when he pressed down on the mark once more. oh how he desperately wished he had something to fuck right now. his eyes fluttered shut, his mind trying remember the very lewd dream that had him so worked up.

as choso fucked his fist desperately you hid in the darkest corner of his room, watching him with lustful eyes. choso was always such a needy lil thing, if he had even a semi hard on he couldn’t contain the urge to relieve himself—that’s why you liked him so much and ventured into his dreams every night.

your lips lifted into a smirk when you heard him cum with a needy whine, white ropes on cum shooting onto his toned chest. he didn’t stop there though no no, he kept going, milking his dick until he was writhing in overstimulation. what a slutty man he was.

“m’still hard,” choso mumbled, poking the tip of his leaking cock. his lip caught between his teeth, his nose scrunching when he wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing softly. “one more s-should—mmph! do it,” he sighed, now slowly stroking his dick, a wet shlicking noise echoing throughout the room.

oh you were in for a real treat tonight.

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Yall ever thought about how shy Nanami gets after the 'accidental' kiss you both share? AHHHHHH

He was inching seriously close to your face, you knew it was already getting too late, it was only the two of you to leave the office now. You knew letting him help you on your paper work when he should've just left early was a wrong move. But you couldn't help yourself when he was just standing there offering to help as the last person left the office. But now it's already too late, right?

The newly printed papers slipped from your hands, all of the papers flying across because of the air conditioner, and you could only remember yourself inching forward to grasp it. Only to bump yourself on to him, causing him to quickly turn around "watch ou-!" You said in a hurry, but damn Nanami was already startled because of the closeness of your face to his, in an urgency to catch you before you fell, he didn't know where to touch you, 'can he grab your waist, is that okay?' but before he can make a decision, you have already fallen on him. To you, it looks like, he willingly accepted for you to fall over him.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, ready to take the impact to your head or whatever. But you felt a big hand, holding you firmly on the side of your shoulders, a gentle warmth spreading upon your lips.. your eyes shot open, trying to understand what was going on, and that's exactly how you got into this situation..

Your knees nudging against his groin, your fingers splayed across his chest, your hair falling over the sides of his face as he kissed..you?

You eased into that kiss, letting the few seconds of tremor wash away, you grew bolder, letting your hand move across the sides of his neck to deepen the kiss. The eyes of his that was closed shut, blinked open to look over at you, as he brought his face closer to yours. Slowly, pulling you up as he kissed you with his hands around your waist, and tilting your head to kiss you like he wanted. The air between getting hotter and thicker. you were on your knees now, you could feel yourself growing wet as he continued to kiss you down your nec— Fuck.

Both of you quickly pulled away, startled, because of the sudden ringing of his phone. You both quickly got up, you stood upright and tried to pick up the scattered papers as he went through his pocket in a frenzy to pick up the call. After a minute, he came back as he saw you still picking up the papers as he joined you.

"That was.." he began, his voice failing, not even trying to mask that unbelievable shade of red spreading on his ears. "Let's just not pretend it ever happened" you said out of breath. "Why?" he said, Still in that same trembling voice, "I— I liked it" he said, catching you off guard. "Did you, um uh" it was like a lump formed on his throat when he saw you looking at him over your shoulders. "Did you, not.. like it?" He said, rubbing his neck, as he fiddled with his tie. Cute.

"i apologize if i was over stepping-" you interrupted him before he could finish, "i did" you simply said, causing his eyes to widen, "you did?" He said in disbelief, only for him to stiffen up at your words, standing there like a statue. He opened his mouth a few times but nothing came out like he didnt know what to say. "I—" he tried, "you?" You asked, stepping closer to him, as you stood before him. His cheeks are reddish pink, as he adjusted his specs, "I liked it too.." he managed.

"yeah, you already told me that." You said, the corner of your lips curving into a smirk at his shy demure. "I did, yes. I did, um yeah" he, looked away not able to look in your eye anymore. "So.. want to try that again?" You whispered leaning towards him causing him to look back at you with his head still tilted to the side but his eyes on you, "Yeah."

synopsis: your husband has been acting strange... maybe his recent obsession with looking at strollers wasn't for no reason.

warnings: 18+, mdni. lowercase intended, ooc husband!toji (because he isn't a deadbeat), wife!reader, smut, fluff, unprotected sex, toji is a tease && reader is a bit of a brat, cunnilingus, fingering, nipple play, daddy kink, tummy bulge, mentions of overstim, toji is hellbent on getting reader pregnant i fear... breeding kink, toji uses the names "mama, doll, babygirl, babydoll."

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lately, you’ve noticed that toji has been acting a little weird. for instance, you noticed the way he would quietly observe you, watching you play with your four year-old niece – or the way he always eagerly suggested taking a “quick” peek down the baby aisle in the store, cooing at the cribs and strollers. you’d always have to pull him away and remind him that you had more important, more realistic things to shop for. 

even in the bedroom, he’s made his fixations a little more apparent – for example, the way he presses down onto your stomach while he buries himself to the hilt inside of you, thrusting into you so hard that the headboard slams against the plastered wall – or the way he frantically grabs at your boobs while he fucks his fat cock into you from behind, shifting his weight onto you and muttering about how he “can’t wait to make you a mama”. 

given how terrible he had been at hiding it, you already knew what toji wanted. so, it wasn’t a surprise to you when he claimed to “want to talk to you about something” while you were both lazing on the living room couch, the television humming lowly in the background. even now, his muscular arms were draped around your stomach, holding you close to his toned body. since you and toji had gotten married, you’d – of course – had conversations about expanding the family before. ultimately, the two of you decided it would have to be when you were both fully and completely ready. when you first talked about it, you didn’t feel like you were ready to undergo the physical – let alone emotional – aspects of giving birth. naturally, toji understood your concern – it was your body, after all. but now, since plenty of time had passed (and his baby fever was at an all time high), he figured he would bring it up again.

“y/n…” he started, trying to get your attention. you peered up at him from his side, sitting up and shifting your weight onto your elbow. “can we talk?” had it been any other day, you might’ve been nervous hearing this, but you already knew what he wanted to talk about.

“okay,” you agreed quietly. as always, toji took hold of your wrist, swiping his thumb over your palm in an attempt to comfort you. looking into his eyes, you could see how shaky they were, a telltale sign of how nervous your lover was. but, as nervous as he was, his top priority was always to ensure that you felt comfortable.

toji cleared his throat, staring back into your eyes. “do you remember when we first got married, how we talked about starting a family?” you nodded, giving him an encouraging grin, which he took as a sign to continue. “i was wondering if–”

you cut him off, your grin growing into a full-on smile. “i’m ready now, toj,” you interjected, your voice slightly above a whisper. upon hearing these words, his body melted against yours as all doubt and fear evaporated from his expression.

“thank you,” he beamed, his big, calloused hands reaching out to hold onto your cheeks. pulling you closer, he planted heartfelt kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle in a childlike manner. he lightly pushed your body back onto the couch, putting his weight on top of you. you wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly while his continued to make his way down to your neck. 

lightly bucking your hips up into him, you grabbed at the black compression top that he wore, silently pleading for him to take it off. sitting up, he chuckled and removed his shirt before quickly returning to planting wet kisses on your collarbone. you moaned quietly, feeling his hands roaming around your body, almost fully engulfing you. your own hands found solace in his hair, lightly pulling at the black strands. “toj…” you cried out, “need it now…”

toji laughed at how eager you were, before leaning up and tapping lightly below your waist. “‘kay, then. hips up, doll.” obeying, you lifted your hips up for him to slide your shorts off. unable to restrain himself, he peeled off your shirt, throwing it on the floor and immediately capturing your lips in a kiss. his hand dipped between your thighs as he slowly rubbed his hand along your upper leg. he kissed you hungrily, pushing into you and groaning into the kiss while he grinded his bulge into your thigh. his free hand tweaking your pebbled nipples, causing you to moan and writhe underneath him.

“toji,” you whined, heat flooding your body. “now,” you demanded. hearing this, he slid down. breathing heavily, he pulled down your panties, and wasted no time before attaching his lips to your clit, sucking lightly. you shivered above him, your eyebrows furrowing as you peered down at him. his long tongue licked a stripe down to your entrance and back up, skillfully exploring your sex. whines caught at the back of your throat. he buried his face in your pussy, his nose bumping against your clit. if he could, he would live between your thighs forever. nothing would make him happier than breathing in the scent between your legs. 

pulling away from you, his fingers prodded against your entrance, before he slid a finger inside of you. “doing so good for me, mama,” he teased, his free hand slipping past the band of his sweatpants, as he palmed his growing erection. “gonna come all over daddy’s fingers, babygirl? can feel you tightening around me,” he groaned, feeling your slick against his fingers. he looked up at you, watching you nod frantically and tightening around him. thrusting his finger inside of you, he slid in another, quickening the pace.

you mewled, broken sobs of his name spilling from your lips once he returned to sucking your clit again. as you thrashed around, your fingers tugged at locks of his silky hair. “‘s so good, daddy! wanna come so badly, please please please!” you babbled incoherently, before one final thrust caused you to gush around toji’s fingers. your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you attempted to close your legs. 

for a moment, you couldn’t really see anything, let alone think or speak. when you came back to your senses, toji was still at it, his fingers moving skillfully inside of you. your back arched while his fingers kept thrusting, nearly making you scream from overstimulation. you weakly attempted to push his fingers away, shaking your head weakly. thankfully, he got the hint, chuckling lowly as he removed his digits from your cunt, popping them into his mouth. his tongue swirled around his fingers, leaving you to watch him taste you on his fingers.

“so good for me, babydoll,” he hummed, before tugging you closer by your hips. one of his hands flew to the side of your waist, while the other was busy slipping down his sweatpants. eager, he didn’t even slide them off all the way. seconds later, he lifted himself up on his knees. you looked down where your hips met, watching while he tapped his mushroom tip against your sensitive clit. you winced from overstimulation, slightly jumping but still glued to the couch by the grip he had on your waist.

“want me to get you pregnant, don’t ya, baby? want daddy to fill his princess up with all his cum ‘n fuck a baby into her?” he coaxed, almost hissing while grinding his length against your cunt. there was almost a hint of desperateness in his voice. you could tell he wanted this just as badly as you did.

you nodded eagerly, and as soon as he got permission, he wasted no time, pushing the head of his cock past your lips, causing the both of you to moan. once you assured him that you were comfortable, he locked his hands around your thighs, pulling you down onto his length as he groaned, his body leaning over your own.

“fuck, so wet for me,” toji grunted, pushing into you, his grip remaining on your thighs. his gaze was fixated on your tummy, watching intensely as he fucked you into the couch. “gonna look so good with my baby in your tummy, mama,” he rambled, causing you to moan and tighten around his length. he laughed, his breath hitching. “you like that idea, huh? like thinking about carrying my baby?” 

you peered down at your stomach, yesses falling from your lips along with his name as you watched the bulge of his cock moving inside of you. his thrusts sped up, your body shifting up against the edge of the couch while his hips slammed against the underside of your thighs. both of you panted heavily, your moans and the sound of skin slapping filling the air. “toj, ‘m gonna come soon,” you warned, your hands covering his bigger ones on your thighs. you looked up at him, watching as his brows furrowed while the knot in your stomach continued to tighten. 

“f-fuck, me too,” he stuttered, hurriedly increasing his pace. the tip of his cock kissed your womb, making you clench around him. your hands flew from your own thighs to his shoulders, before you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. your cunt started to pulse around his length, the knot in your stomach coming undone as you came around his length, moaning uncontrollably. seconds later, toji came inside of you, his cum filling you to the brim. both of you breathed heavily, his body leaning against yours while you sat in silence. you wrapped your arms around his neck, his breath fanning your cheek before he pulled out of you slowly with a groan. 

“think it worked?” he asked, flashing you a dumb lopsided grin.

“i dunno,” you quipped, looking down between your legs. cum spilled out of you onto the couch. “we may have to try a few more times.”

"that's why night after night, i'll be fucking you right."

yes, yes, it's true that nanami fucks you every day, every other day if something comes up, and that was barely once in a blue moon. this man is a fiend for the pussy.

he had stress, and he needed a stress reliever, and lucky for him, you were down for the shits and were ass up, face down, and your legs spread, one foot on the headboard kind of thing. you were an enabler when it came to him needing sex, but hell, who wouldn't be for him?

these weren't quick fucks either, no; he liked to take his time with you, liked to savor the taste, liked to look you in the face as he fucked you dumb. this was full-blown sex to the point of sweating and having him cry in it.

there was no schedule, no waiting for the clock to hit eight PM; he was pulling his dick right out.

"take them off... please?"

even when he was desperate, with his dick red and his tip leaking with cum slowly sliding down, he still couldn't be too demanding, not with you at least, which made you slide off your panties quick.

it didn't just stop with him coming up to you on the couch helping you take your clothes off; he was down with fucking you in public if he was desperate enough, and lucky you, you got him riled up in ways that couldn't be explained.

the bar bathroom, the dressing room, his car, and another public bathroom; he would do it anywhere and any day of the week, seven days a week, am i right?

that's why he didn't go on business trips, because he had to have you, had to have you in his arms, on his lap, on his mouth, and on his dick. you were an addiction to this man.

even on days when he was busy, to the point of no return and having to be nose-deep in whatever he was doing, that didn't stop him, and that made for the best sex in his personal opinion.

cockwarming came in handy, but even he couldn't handle it. the way you felt around him? no, it was too much; he had to fuck you.

"you can move; go slow." his arm around your waist as you started to move, struggling to do what it was he needed to do, and the faster you got, the more desperate he got.

bucking his hips as his hand trembled and his forehead rested on your shoulder, cursing under his breath as he threw down his pen in defeat knowing he wasn't going to get shit done, not with you moving like you were.

"just like that, baby, you're doing a good job; keep going." then boom, he cums, just to do it all over again the next day.

he can't help himself; he was never going to change, and you love him for that.

𓂃۶ৎ MDNI // 18+

CONTAINS: fingering, slight daddy kink, pussy slapping, dirty talk, pussy eating, orgasm denial, edging(?)

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"Satoru~ it's t'much!" you whine, pushing his head away.

"Mmh hold on, princess. I'm not done with my dessert." Satoru muffles against your clit, flicking his tongue teasingly against your clit.

You whine loudly, arching your back, pressing your drenched pussy against his mouth even more. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging it enough for him to slap your pussy when you become too rough with it.

"Stop it, princess. Unless you plan not to cum tonight." Satoru says, his eyes looking up into yours as his mouth stays attached to your cunt. "Mmh...so sweet, princess. Be good f'me. Hm?"

Satoru's face buried in your pussy, the tip of his nose brushing against your pussy as well. His hums and vibrations sends shock through your body, making you squirm. His hands on your thighs as he holds you in place.

"Be fucking good." He hisses, slapping your pussy again, making you yelp.

"Mmmhh! Too much~ n-no more~" you whine and beg, shaking your head.

"Isn't this what you wanted, princess? You were begging me and distracting me earlier when I was on the phone. You deserve this." He chuckles, suddenly pushing a finger into your hole as he licks your pussy.

"Now say it. Who's fault is it? Hm?" He leans up to whisper in your ear, as he adds another finger. "Tell, daddy."

You moan loudly, throwing your head back. "M-My fault! I-It's my fault, 't-toru!"

He smiles in amusement, adding a third finger now, stretching you out. "Say it again, princess."

You pant heavily as his fingers work magic on you. You moan his name, like he wanted to. He notices your moans were getting higher pitched and louder. He smirks to himself before pulling out his fingers, just when you were gonna cum. You scream when he does, denying your orgasm. He chuckles, leaning in to kiss you.

"Not so fast baby. We're not done."

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𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: hi guys !! i apologize for the small and short drabble! i havent been able to write anything due to school 😓 i hope you guys enjoyed it! mwah

the big brick frat house that you always pass on your walks to class, seemingly silent during the day time. mainly because your class is at 8 am sharp. but the loud party music and sound of drunk college kids buzzing in your ear after 10 pm every night never goes unnoticed.

you've been inside a few times, always during a party, and while you were on the verge of blackout drunk. your memory is very faint on the boys in the frat, only knowing of the most notorious, satoru gojo. he's the apparently typical whore, the rumors of him fucking everything in sight swirling around. you never took the time to listen, it wasn't any of your business.

until you met him at one of his parties. you got a vibe from him, and it didn't scream slut. although his attempt of it was painfully obvious. the subtle attempts to talk about how rich he was, how he's always partying with girls, how everyone is dying to hang out with him, how "experienced" he was..if this was his way of attracting women, they must all be fucking idiots. and you mayy be one of 'em.

it wasn't until you were in his obnoxiously large bedroom, straddling his muscular thighs in an intense make out session that you realized.. "he's anything but a whore, he's a little virgin..” what made it obvious? his nervousness when you entered his bedroom, his inability to figure out where on your body to keep his hands, and the wet patch forming at the front of his jeans. he came in his pants, just from kissing you.

"o-okay.. i may have exaggerated.. but i can figure it out! i'm a fast learner! just s-show me what to do.." he stammers out, the space between his brows creasing as he stares up at your expression. you giggle at his flustered reaction, i mean.. it was obvious to anyone who paid enough attention past the facade.

"it's okay... for now, just sit there and look pretty. k?" you say, your fingers at the hem of his shirt, lifting it off his upper body. he obediently nods while watching his t-shirt quickly be thrown somewhere in his room. fuck, you were gonna have fun with him.

and that he did, along with his loud incoherent moans and whimpers about how good your pussy feels. satoru lays under you, his eyes glazed over as he stares into your eyes while you ride him. he keeps his hands on your hips to guide you up and down his length, seeing how it was a struggle to get his thick cock inside you. it's always the virgins, isn't it?

“n-nghh, so good..fuck I cantt—be gentle..” satoru whines, his toes curling at the newfound pleasure he’s experiencing. his fingers dig into your skin as he babbles on, his mind foggy and only focused on the feeling of you wrapped around him. his white lashes fluttering as he struggles to keep his eyes open.

his delirious words of encouragement trail into soft moans as his grip slips from your hips to your thighs, using his big hands to guide you along his dick again. his abs flex as he feels your cunt clenching around him, causing his lips to part in pure desire and arousal.

satoru’s moans get louder at every roll and bounce of your hips. his brain is genuinely fried, reduced to base instinct. he whimpers as you slow your movements, feeling every inch of his cock while it throbs inside you. “shit.. j-just like t-that. i’m gonna c-cum baby—don’t stop..” his voice gets higher as his eyes get low and glossy.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck—” is the last thing you hear before you feel his cum fill you, his cock twitching inside you and his hips bucking up to chase the feeling. such weak pullout game. satoru lies there, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high.

“i think i love you-“

i couldn't wait for summer to post it

a small trip to the beach with simon riley, turning out to be his own personal show of you, tawny, brown eyes that hide beneath heavy eyelids don't leave your form even for a second, the way you look in that pretty, lovely bikini of yours, how the water glistens at your curves, at your sternum, dripping down the seam of your belly, letting the sun rays play with your skin teasingly.

unable to take his eyes off you, he swallows little drool that gathers behind his clenched teeth, fidgeting against the shuffling surface of the sunlounger with his muscular hips, swimming trunks lowered down and able to hide the view of his chubbing, dripping cock, but his pale skin still flushes deep, from the neck and down the exposed, scarred chest, enough to pass for sunburn.

simon waits patiently for you to enjoy the cool water and the bright, shining sun, watching how you smile giddily, run over to him to tell that the water is great, ask him to apply some sunscreen to your body, as his heavy palms sweep and massage over every dip and curve of your pretty body, and it's harder and harder to wait for where you'll be back to the rented beach house.

he strips you right from the doorway, pulling at the small knot of your bikini top to unravel it, let the wet fabric drop at the floor beneath your legs, as he palms needily at your round breasts, kneading, tugging at the supple flesh beneath to hear the heavy, hitched moans that escape your slack lips, before his hands hurriedly descend down your sides to hoist your body up, carrying you over to the bedroom.

you know how desperate simon is when his clothed, fully erect cock presses against the swell of your plump asscheeks, your body bent over the bed, smushed against the silken sheets, as simon's trembling fingers fiddle with the panties of your bikini, almost ripping the wet, skimpy fabric off with a whiny groan, catching a glimpse of your glistening, soaked pussy.

fingers pressing at the sharp curve of your spine, making you perch your ass, meeting the warm, stinging slaps of his heavy hips against your perky backside, weighing on you with his hefty body, with growly, ragged whines that rumble through his chest, sprawled against your back, while your slick heat sucks in every inch of his spasming, engorged cock, seizing tight.

clenching with little pulls, despite being stretched over to the very sting at each pound of his veiny cock along your rippling walls, soppy pussy growing even more warm and oozing wet, pulsing rapidly at each scrape of his fat tip against your spongy, sensitive spot, as you gasp and keen in the heavy palm that cups against the curve of your jaw, holding your face up when your eyes roll.

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