"i don't know how many times i have to say this—stop taking my panties from my drawer," you scolded. he sat on the edge of the bed, a wide grin on his face. the exact opposite of what you wanted him to do.

satoru had an unhealthy relationship with your lingerie. you didn't know whether it was hatred or love with aggressive intentions, but you'd find them either cummy or torn—most likely both. he did admit when you were gone, he used your panties for his own pleasure. that explained the cum stains, but was he stroking himself so hard he would tear the thread? or would he use them as a gag and rip the lace? you never knew, and he refused to tell.

"you can't be that upset at me. i'm the one who buys them for you, don't i?" his hands gripped your waist, his thumbs slowly massaging your hips. "like the pink pair, lace with bows and hearts—it was so cute on you."

"the same pair you ripped?"

"yes." your peace was disturbed, clearly, and he loved to see that look on your face. he felt your annoyance stiffen, but he would still put gentle kisses all over you as always. "but it looked good wrapped around my cock, baby. i'll buy you new ones."

"that's not the point, satoru." his full name caught his attention. no more 'baby', 'toru', none of that. you were serious about this. unlucky you, it only amused him further. "stop tearing up my clothes when i leave the house. what am i going to do when i run out of underwear?"

he shrugged, "i said i buy you more." he did have the money to, which irritated you because he didn't understand the gravity of the situation. "plus, if i'm being honest, your panties are the thing getting my dick hard nowadays. especially you in them." be that as it may, it was no excuse for the countless amounts of underwear that have turned up missing or in the trash. you remained unwavered, for the most part. his hands and lips all over you were changing your mind a little bit. nonetheless, you wanted him to know you were serious about this. "i'm horny, baby. help me out."

"no. i'm mad at you." he pleaded with you, saying he'd never vandalize any of your panties again when you were gone. something in you actually thought he'd keep that plea. "... fine."

well, if only he kept his fucking promises. you can never trust his self-control. when you heard the familiar sound of cotton ripping, you whined loudly, annoyed compared to your previous moans of pleasure. "hm?" he tore a hole big enough to fit his dick right above your entrance—hell, even too small, as it stretched wider when he slipped his pale shaft inside, tenting your panties as he humped you. "you never said anything about if you were wearing them."

the protruding veins of his dick rubbed against your ass, precum smudged and created damp spots on your panties underneath, the light pink tip nearly matching the shade of your panties themselves. i mean, that's why he bought them anyway. what's sexier than your girlfriend wearing her lingerie that's the same pale pink as your tip while you fuck her? trick question. there is nothing sexier than that. "you're so annoying, 'toru," you mewled.

"but you love me," he leaned down, his soft lips brushing against your lobe. he pressed his palm down the dip of your back, making you arch as he would either lightly brush the tip across your entrance or press on it gently. he could never let you catch a break from him and his antics to get you riled up. "you love me so fucking much you'll let me do this over and over again, no matter how many times you tell me off." the tip slipped inside, making you gasp into the pillowcase. "see? you're letting me in so easy."

the feeling of you wrapped around him was savory. he liked to stay still for a little bit, just wrapping himself in the feeling that he was inside something so pretty, in general. he never started his pace slow unless you told him to, you were used to his size anyway—dragging along your slick walls so fast it made your senses blur, moans and cries into the sheets that made puddles.

"tell me" he breathed, thumbs digging into your hips as he brought you back on his dick. "what color you want this time? pink, purple? white? tell me." he huffed a laugh into your shoulder. "if you can." he knew what you wanted, but he wanted to be a dick about it. he knew you weren't in a state of speaking full sentences. that if you were, they would just be slurred with pleasure. "i'll just get you everything on the shelf, princess. how about that?"

a gasp left your throat as he hit a deep spot, a sweet one. "you seem to like the sound of that." he felt your walls tighten, trying to still him. "cum for me first."

he could see your stubbornness still present as you tried to delay it. "come on," his thumb reached around to rub your clit with vigor, making you cum easily. your orgasm was a direct betrayal, going against what you said about it being irritating he vandalizes your garments like this. well, not so irritating now, is it? "there you go."

"fuck you," you hissed through labored breathing.

"don't be mean, i'm doing you a favor! what color would you want?" he kissed the corner of your lips.

"... whatever color you won't mess up."

"then i might as well get you none."

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𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 college au ⸝⸝ yuuji drinking alcohol at a frat party ⸝⸝ fluff (ive been writing tm smut sowwy) ⸝⸝ clingy drunk yuuji propaganda ⸝⸝ yuuji is not a lightweight (i think this is manga accurate) ⸝⸝ nerdy! reader

with your boyfriend being in a fraternity, that meant he was out to party nearly every weekend. hell, every day. you never minded, he always got back to your dorm safe. sometimes, like tonight; he invited you with, but you declined. you weren't too fond of partying, you'd rather keep to yourself. though, you knew the day would come when he would drag you along just like he did megumi.

you were sitting in your bed, scribbling down notes in the pink notebook with the monogamous colored writing utensils that yuuji had so graciously bought you with sticky notes and crumbled papers scattered across your bed when your phone rung that familiar jingle on your nightstand.

"nobara?" you put the phone to your ear.

"come get your boyfriend. he's getting on tables and screaming how much he misses you, for god's sake!" she flipped the camera around, showing yuuji with his shirt off in hysterics with tears on his face, his face looking warm and peach like he just swallowed down gallons of alcohol. "i miss my girl...!" "i wanna go to her...!" "fushiguro...! where is she??"

you cringed, rubbing your temples as he continued to scream over the phone. you could hear megumi trying to pull him off the table as everyone at this party was eating the scene up. it took some work to get yuuji drunk. he never came home drunk. so imagine how much he had to drink to get to this point.

the most embarassing of it all was how open he was about his enamor for you. it was ridiculous. you told yuuji sometimes people don't need to know some things, but he disagreed. he'd gladly march around campus, shouting your name and holding posters to show you were his and he would express it no matter what.

"how'd it get to this?" you asked with a sigh.

nobara shrugged, "we left him alone for, like, 10 minutes and he somehow got involved in a thousand drinking games. you need to put a leash on him. shock collar, if i say."

"nobara."

"it's my job to give helpful advice." she hummed, rolling the lollipop between her lips. "i'll get fushiguro to drag him to your dorm later. make sure to record how he acts around you, okay? i need new videos to blackmail him with."

after a half hour, you heard familiar knocks at your door. megumi stood there with your drunk boyfriend's arm over his shoulder, looking like the usual grump he is. yuuji smelled lik straight liquor. "was the party fun, at least?" you asked, hoping to lighten the mood a tiny bit.

"no." he deadpanned, "we had to drag him out of there."

you sighed, "well, atleast he isn't throwing up. that's all i can ask.. for now."

yuuji moaned softly when he heard your voice, limping out of megumi's arms and falling into you. you stumbled back at the weight for two reasons—it was sudden, and he was heavy. his senses were as sharp as ever. "baby..."

he didn't let go of you for the rest of that night. you had to find ways to manuver around him and study. taking care of your studies and an irresponsible, drunk boyfriend that was crushing your legs as he lie on top of you. god, if only you were paid to do this.

"mama," he mumbled against your stomach, a slur in his voice. "what're yer doin'....?"

"the same thing i told you i was doing five minutes ago." you couldn't stay mad at him. never. he was so adorable, you'd hate yourself if you held something against him for longer than ten minutes. you rustled his hair gently. "go to sleep, you can stay over tonight." he crawled up and laid gentle, lazy kisses to your lips. you welcomed it firstly, but you remembered he was drunk. you pushed him slowly, your hands on his chest. "yuuji, no."

"hm? why?" he pouted. adorable as he was, you couldn't give him this.

"you're drunk."

he giggled, slurring. he looked so cute upclose, despite the cheap beer on his breath. "m'not that drunkkk.... jus' missed you."

"i missed you too, but your breath is giving me a headache." you put your hand over his mouth gently. you felt his tongue lick your fingers before playfully biting one. He was so cute, it was almost aggravating. "yuuji."

"fine." he sighed, plopping down next to you, making your bed springs squeak. "y'bed smells so good....come 'ere.." he dragged you down roughly, rudely inturrupting your resumed studying so he could feel your warmth against him.

"yuuji!"

"shh... i'm sobering up."

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yuji had a problem—his greed was through the roof.

as many kisses, hugs, and gifts you gave him, it was never enough. he loved your undivided attention, and he would do whatever it took to keep it. so, when you were on the phone with kugisaki, expect yuji to be right there with you.

you lie on your side, your phone tucked between your shoulder and your ear, yuji's head on your stomach, his thick arms wrapped around your back. you didn't mind at all, hell, you took the opportunity to play with his hair. he wasn't asleep, just using you as a body pillow.

as the conversation went on, he started getting touchy—he laid kisses on your stomach, as one of his hands moved to grope and squeeze your ass. you were used to that though; but when he started placing wet kisses below your navel, that's when you shot him a soft glare.

"yuji," you whispered, "not now."

he looked up at you blankly, still placing kisses. cheeky. when you removed your hand from his hair, he stopped. he moved up more so his head was in your chest. his hand moving to your hip; rubbing tight circles there. he was trying to break your focus, and it was working a bit.

at some point, you weren't fully registering kugisaki and what she was saying; asking her to repeat things she said because yuji's hands had slipped under your sweatshirt and squeezed your breasts, or it had slid under your pants and started groping you gently.

"yuji."

"what? i wanna touch you."

you sighed softly once more, continuing to let yuji do as he pleased. you had a feeling kugisaki was getting suspicious, but she didn't say anything. she just kept going on about her shopping experience in tokyo.

his kisses trailed up your neck to below your ear, across your jaw, and finally—your lips, cutting you off mid-sentence much to your surprise. the kiss was sweet. everything about yuji was with sweet intention.

when kugisaki noticed you stopped talking and sounded like you were being smothered, her voice rang out over the phone. "itadori!"

he groaned, kissing you harder to drown out her voice. "stop being rude. you're bothering us."

"you're inturrupting our alone time, kugisaki." her voice didn't need to be put on speaker for yuji to hear her; she spoke loud enough.

"and you're inturrupting our conversation, idiot."

"i'm not!"

"you are!"

yuji bit his lip—kugisaki was right, unfortunately. you sat there watching them go back and forth until yuji hung up on her mid-sentence. it was much to your disappointment, not-so-much surprise. "yuji-"

"can i have a kiss?"

you blinked. "i just let you have one."

"yeah, but she interrupted it. therefore it's not an actual kiss."

"that doesn't make sense."

"kiss me."

"do you just want an excuse for a kiss?"

"yes." he hooked your leg around his hip.

"yuji."

he puckered his lips. you roll your eyes and sigh, kissing him like he wanted. he'll always find a way to sabotage you and when it doesn't work in his favor, he'll always find a way to make sure it will. you both know he was too cute to just turn down like that.

"look at her. she's so pretty, isn't she?"

he wasn't talking to you. toji never talked to you unless he was trying to get between your legs, lap at your clit and stuff you with his fingers at least three times a week. it was painfully obvious the only thing he wanted out of you was something to stick his dick in.

you just wrapped around him that perfectly—a perfect fit for his big dick, a little storage space for his cum sometimes. he couldn't just let you walk off after the first time you had sex, he had to keep you on stand by. but aside from weekly hookups and surprise sexual arrangements, he never considered you.

the realization hit when you were over his dorm for the fourth time that week. laid on your back on his couch with his head between your thighs, groaning and rubbing his tongue through your lips and sucking on your clit as you writhed underneath him. he dragged his tongue with pressure; it wasn't in his nature to be gentle at all, he'll gladly take advantage of whatever he could get out of you and then some. biting your thighs, spitting on your entrance, even nibbling you a bit. "mmh, such a good pussy."

toji never gave women oral. the idea of eating pussy was forgien and displeasing to him. but for your cunt, which was so tempting, he changed his morals. that's probably why you stayed, letting him do it time and time all over again.

you didn't want to leave, in all honesty. he literally talked to your pussy. how could you not stay?

he spread your legs wider, holding them open with one of his large hands as the other stuffed you with his index and middle. his tongue flicked against your clit rapidly, spit sliding down his chin and soaking the couch. he knew what she liked. what drove her wild, what made her spasm, clench, and squirt. she was too good.

it didn't take long for you to cum—per usual whenever he went down on you. even as you went through your high, he didn't stop moving his tongue—even dipping it inside her to tease. he'd hum lowly against her, the taste of her clenching around him and spilling her juices all over his face as he eagerly licked it all up. he'd pull away, licking his lips. satisfied. "y'pussy's so pretty, my favorite thing about you."

you bit your lip. you loved the attention, but loathed the feeling of this unrequited desire.

"i know."

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" is this good for you?.. " his voice whispered in your ear, heavy breath brushing against your sideburns. your fingernails, freshly manicured, dug into his shoulders and created small crescents in the ridges and muscles of his shoulder blades. they'd drag along his deltoids to his ribs, the scratches prominent but not deep enough to scar.

everything 𝓶egumi did turned you on, much to your reluctance to say to his face, and likewise for him. it was only a matter of time before he got you like this — all bent up with your legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him like his dick was the only lifeline you had. the sweat on both your skin in this humid, sex-induced room acted as an adhesive, hooking you to him even more.

something he had noticed over the last few times he'd be intimate with you in such way, you were rather quiet. moans and mewls barely above a whisper. it bothered him in a way — because he was louder than you. it was embarrassing, grunting and breathily moaning in your ear while you barely reciprocated.

well, that was a lie. you did reciprocate. just not verbally.

every groan, every grunt, every hiss, every curse under his breath, every moan got a reaction out of you. your legs would relax, spread wider, letting him in deeper. completely abandoning your shy exterior, molding you into something more sensitive and easier to overload. he saw that in your eyes, better now that his hair was pushed out of his face. " so it is. t-that's — hah — good... "

he swallowed, his adams apple bobbing that was already luster with sweat. " i was worried that —" he paused, pushing deep enough inside you to elicit a moan from both of your lips. " that you weren't e-enjoying this. "

deep down, you felt so dirty for liking how he sounded. stomach churning with guilt and lust, but you couldn't help yourself. in truth, you'd rather him not return to his past ways — holding back his noise and swallowing every sound that would make him feel vulnerable. then again, you hadn't dwelled on it too much because the action of his dick sliding in and out of your warm walls made the churning go away.

" are you close? " he asked in a soft moan, the springs of the mattress creaking underneath you both. " fuck, i really wanna cum with you... would you want that? " he felt your walls clamp around him, fluttering, effectively slowing him down and gripping him tight — essentially forcing him to a point of orgasm. " y-yes you do... you want that bad, huh? "

his words were dirty, but the underlying tone of hesitance in them made you squirt with a squeal into his shoulder, spraying all over his lower abdomen and your inner thighs. he didn't think you could restrain his dick any harder, making it more sensitive than it already was. it was more than enough for him to cum with a loud moan in your shoulder — the loudest you've heard him.

he wallowed in his own fluster for a while, but as long as you felt good.

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