#ryuji x reader

pairing: ryuji sakamoto / skull x gn!reader

tags: classmate!reader, wholesome fluff, slowburn romance, oblivious!ryuji x oblivious!reader, idiots to lovers, accidental confession (in a way) + actual confession

ryuji has been crushing on you for quite a bit! he never had the guts to really approach you, but he's been watching you for the longest time, daydreaming about you during all of his classes…

he first noticed you during art class, when he complimented one of your drawings! it was the first time he talked to you and seeing you get all shy at his praise not only made him fall for you, but also made him too flustered to talk to you again–

since then, ryuji always watched you from afar, sketching away into your sketchbook! he wanted to get another glance at your art, but now he was too much in his head to approach you again, like he did the first time…

it wasn't until you ended up losing your sketchbook and ryuji overheard that you were searching for it, that you two would finally grow closer!

ryuji decided it would be the perfect excuse to talk to you! if he'd end up finding it, he could give it back to you and maybe sneak a glance inside, to find out what you like to draw the most! then he'd just have to talk to you about that!

well, his plan almost worked flawlessly! ryuji ended up searching the entire school, until he eventually found your sketchbook! but he wasn't prepared to see what was inside…

his face flushed red in an instance as he realized that half of the pages were filled with drawings… of him!

ryuji did end up returning the sketchbook to you, but by how red his face was, you knew immediately that he had seen what was inside. there was no more hiding it…

it was a lot of trying to stutter out explanations on both sides, but eventually you two ended up confessing your mutual interest in each other, that all started with that one interaction during art class back then…

Ryuji Sakamoto x Reader ♯ Cabo - Ricky Montgomery Synopsis: you show up after a difficult day at home. Bruises forming and blood weeping. He suggests you run away together. Genre: hurt/comfort. Comfort. Angst. Cw: mentions of abuse. Nothing too descriptive. Running away. Takes place before the events of Persona 5. Black hair Ryuji. Wc: 2.7k

IF ONLY ღ r. matsuyama x fem! reader

༉‧ .| synopsis: You were the only person who ever truly believed in his theories. Until an unnamed tragedy changes everything, leaving Ryuji to chase answers in the space between worlds.

˖ ִ𐙚 | warning(s)—mentions of death, heavy angst, smut— dick riding, tummy bulging, Ryuji is mentally unstable (mentions of suicidal attempt)

⋆.˚ | author's note: Hi, my angels! Uni has been mopping the floor with me. I'm so sorry for my long hiatus. Im currently free from the shackles (winter break), For those of you who remember me, hey!! I recently watched AIB S3, and this very complex and morally grey man has been stampeding through my mind nonstop, so here ya'll go!

“Do you believe in alternate universes?” You murmured against his lips, your breath warm and sweet with strawberry sake. “It’s not impossible. Stephen Hawking practically laid the groundwork for it." His hand slid down your waist, fingers tightening at your hips, a rare smile softening the usually unreadable line of his mouth.

“Well…” you drawled, brushing a loose strand of hair from his face. “I read your research—about that place you described… a realm suspended between life and death.” Your voice brushed against his mouth like a whisper, soft and assured. “It sounds metaphysical, sure. But also… strangely possible.”

“Possibility isn’t enough in academia. I need evidence. I need… something real.” He exhales, his thumb gently rubbing circles into your sides. Every academic he had turned to rejected his research, claiming it was philosophical rather than scientific, even the head of the psycho psychology department denied the existence of such a world, such a product of one's deepest subconscious mind. They refused to read it and refused to indulge his study. All but you. You drew in a steady breath, gently removing his hands from your hips, intertwining your fingers with his own, promising him, “Then we’ll find a way to make it real. Maybe not tomorrow, and maybe not in the way traditional research expects—but the path is there." You paused, your lips pressing against the corner of his mouth. "You’re exploring something most people are too afraid to even question. That alone tells me you’re on to something.” The tense crease between his brows eased, his tension slowly melting away. "You really think so?"

"I really do..." Your lips gently press to his knuckles before flashing him a small, hopeful smile. "Whatever direction this takes, you won't be facing this alone. The critiques, the questioning. I'll be here through it all, and you'll prove them wrong; we'll find a way."

His lips press against your forehead, letting his eyes fall shut as he stills for a silent beat before meeting your gaze.

"Okay." You meet his gaze with a tender smile before gently letting your hand fall from his cheek, walking over to your desk, and reaching for the last of your research papers, carefully organizing them into a folder overflowing with your findings and sketches.

Your Ph.D. research primarily focused on frontotemporal gamma activity, which is closely related to lucidity, and how it affects children. Many of your mentors praised your work, claiming you would one day redefine neural research on sleep patterns and brain waves. The praise was nice; it was always pleasant to know that people appreciated your work. Ryuji, on the other hand, faced much harsher criticism for the specularity of his work. Most claimed it was more philosophical than scientific and could not be proven with real data and experiments. He was determined to prove them wrong, to deliver groundbreaking research to the university and the rest of the world that would come to understand conceptual understanding of human consciousness. Everything was going well; Ryuji spent countless hours reading every piece of literature he could find that would eventually provide him with just enough to conduct his experiment and prove that his research wasn't just metaphysical but scientific.

For many nights your boyfriend wouldn't come home, he’d spend countless nights devoting himself to his search for answers—the proof that a realm existed between our world and the afterlife, he theorized it was called the Boarderlands. At first, you didn’t mind it, If anything you’ve always been nothing but supportive for his pursuits. With time, he grew more distant, colder and withdrawn. His placing his research above you. It hurt more than anything.

“Yuji..” you’d begin, gently pushing the threshold open. He’d been trapping himself inside the home office for the few days, hardly getting enough sleep, hardly eating. He moved for the sole purpose of keeping himself in shape. You would often hear the treadmill whirl to life after several hours of silence.

“Did you need something?”

He would look up at you fleetingly, before increasing the speed. You stood there, hoping he would look at you again, smile even.

“I was hoping we could…go for lunch?” You stepped closer, looking up at him. Beads of sweat pricked at his honeyed skin, his hair fell around face, his chest straining with every ragged breath.

“Can’t.”

He didn’t hesitate, never considered that maybe taking a break to spend some much needed quality time with his girlfriend was a good idea. You could feel your patience thinning.

“Would a day off really hurt? Just—even a few hours with me…?”

Your voice dropped, softened. For someone who had written several academic papers, you could hardly articulate the way he made you feel. Cast aside? No longer needed? No word was strong enough to express how you felt.

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t even flinch.

The treadmill hummed louder, mocking you with its steady rhythm. Everything just hurt.

“I’ve always supported you,” you tried again, quieter this time. “I always will. But I can’t remember the last time you looked at me and… saw me.” You swallowed, your throat tight with tears. “I miss you, Ryuji. I miss my boyfriend.”

He finally slowed the machine, but not because of your words. His body was simply done. He stepped off, breath harsh, muscles trembling from exhaustion—and still, he didn’t come to you. He reached for a towel instead, wiping sweat from his face like you weren’t standing right you heart ripping apart in chunks.

“I don’t have room to miss things right now,” he muttered, not cruelly… just honestly. And somehow that honesty stung worse.

Things.

Your chest tightened. This was not the Ryuji you knew. This was a monster created, a byproduct of obsession.

“This?" Your voice trembled, brows furrowing deeply, struggling to grasp if you even heard him right.

He nodded once.

That was it.

Conversation over.

You waited. Just for a second. Just long enough to see if he’d say your name. Reach for your hand. Look at you with even a fraction of the warmth he used to.

He didn’t.

So you stepped back. One slow, careful movement. Then another. The room felt colder when you left it, like warmth simply didn’t belong there anymore. The door clicked softly behind you—too soft for how loud the hurt felt inside your chest.

For a long moment you just stood in the hallway, staring at nothing, trying to breathe past the ache pressing against your ribs.

You had promised you’d stand beside him no matter how hard things got.

You just didn’t realize hard would look more like hostility. As the weeks went by you drowned yourself in things that gave you a sense of purpose. You went on walks, treated yourself and tried out new cafes. You even went on a mini haul, purchasing a ton of cute bras, tops, and jeans. You loved Ryuji, that never changed. When he'd be buried nose deep behind articles you would crack the door open, setting down a box of pastries and a cup of coffee from his favorite place. His efforts ceased, but yours? They never did. You often reminded yourself that love was patience. That eventually things would be okay, back to normal.

It was futile to hope.

It started as a whisper across campus. Rumors. Curiosity. The kind that traveled with wide eyes and hushed excitement. Ryuji had finally reached the stage of testing. He’d found someone—someone willing, eager even, to help prove his theory. She wasn’t reckless; she was fascinated. Brilliant in her own right. A final-year student who admired his mind, respected his work, believed in the possibility of a world suspended between life and death just as fiercely as he did.

She signed every form. Read every risk. She chose it.

And for a while, it looked like everything was going right.

Until it didn’t.

No courtroom followed. No angry parents screaming malpractice. No lawsuits dragging his name through the mud. She had agreed. She understood. The institution protected him because legally, they could.

But no policy could protect him from what happened inside his chest afterward.

Time itself froze.

He stopped sleeping. Stopped speaking. Stopped looking at the world like it was something he belonged to.

The guilt hollowed him out.

You tried to hold him. Tried to whisper that he hadn’t forced her, that she chose, that he never meant— He didn’t believe you. He didn’t believe anyone.

One night, he drove. His foot pressing harder and harder against the gas pedal, hoping for an impact that would end him. That would end the humiliation, guilt and shame that swallowed his existence whole.

He didn’t succeed.

The doctors said his body survived, but pieces of him didn’t. They explained things clinically—oxygen loss, spinal complications, neurological damage. Words that sounded sterile compared to what they truly meant:

Ryuji would never walk again.

He couldn’t look at you when he woke up. You couldn't eat, could hardly sleep or move from his side. He tried to end himself. You cried so hard and long, until you no longer could. You chest hurt at the possibility of losing him. You couldn't. For weeks you sat by his side, awake until fatigue knocked your body downwards. On the days you would allow your mind to wander, your thoughts drifted to the past. Your first date; the beautiful red flowers he gifted you, the bright smile on his face, the way the corners of his crinkled when you kissed his cheek at the end of your date. He was back home hardly able to meet your gaze, navigating a life that no longer felt like his own. You drove him to physical therapy. Promising him that you would always be here. You held his hand. Even when he tried to pull away. The tension between you began to ease. The months passed, and Ryuji became more capable of independence. Still ashamed, still withdrawn, but not entirely. He looked you in the eye when he spoke to you, your conversations grew longer. Eventually, the smiles you craved for so long returned—small at first, then genuine, the kind that reached his eyes.

He let you back into his world, slow at first but steady. He asked for your opinions on his research, shared ideas he hadn’t spoken aloud in months. The walls between you slowly fell away, replaced by something you had longed for.

One evening, after therapy, he quietly asked. ”Did you want to have dinner together? I'll order takeout some Yakisoba and Karaage...?"

You nodded, hardly able to contain the smile. He knew those were your favorites. That night, you drank so much sake, both drunk and laughing for the first time in many long months.

You finished stacking the last of the plates, grabbing a cloth to wipe the table one final time. Ryuji was busy folding up the empty takeout containers, focused on tidying his side, and you thought you had the space to move freely.

But the floor betrayed you. Your foot slipped, and before you could steady yourself, a sharp little gasp escaped your lips.

The next thing you knew, you were falling—landing clumsily against Ryuji’s lap.

You froze for a heartbeat, startled, realizing only then how close he had been. The warmth of him hit you immediately, the press of his body, the taut pull of his arms bracing you instinctively, and the quiet exhale of his breath.

You hadn’t even noticed him there.

His eyes softened, but there was a flicker of something raw—desire tangled with hesitation, frustration, and self-consciousness. His jaw tightened for a moment, as if weighing words against pride and the vulnerability he still carried from the accident.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, voice steady, controlled, almost casual—but the faint catch in the edge of it betrayed him. “You don’t have to… worry.” His fingers gently pulled at your sweatpants, his dark gaze piercing into your own. "The real question is can you take it?" He teased, tugging lower. Fuck, he was being so... "Mhm..." You nodded, not exactly trusting your own voice. He made your stomach turn and twist, a simmering heat pooling lower, and lower. "Then show me." He leaned back, comfortable against his seating. You nodded, swallowing thickly, your face heating as you stood up from his lap, carefully tugging down the warm fabric, feeling the cool air against your legs. His eyes followed every slight movement, down to the slow drag of your panties. You looked back up, face embarrassingly hot. "Yuji—" Your lips parted around a silent sound, watching him lock the wheels into place as he balanced himself against the arm rest, working on his own bottoms before sitting back down. Your mouth went dry, your eyes zeroing to his cock. You quickly looked away— he didn't even give you a moment to recover before pulling you close, his hands firm on your waist, adjusting you comfortably on his lap. "I said. Show me." His palms pressed against your hips. You whimpered, a sound so soft a smile curved at the corners of his lips. "What can't take it?" You shook your head, pressing your hands over his own on the arm rest, before slowly lining the flushed head of his cock against your hole. You felt him against you, warm, before your hips slowly press lower. He barely manages to stifle a low, strained sound, his head drooping low as his hand grip tighter against your hips. His jaw clenched tight, dark strands falling over his face as his chest heaves. "Fuck—so—tight." He manages, the veins on his forearms corded with the restraint of holding your in place, and allowing you to set the pace. Your own breathing his just as shaky, your much smaller hands squeezing at his wrist, a small mewl tearing past your lips as you try to sink lower, desperately trying to ease your body and fit more of him in. "You're really—nngh." He gently guides you lower, a small high pitched sound escapes you, your head dipping against his shoulder as you tremble. "Y-Yuji...i-it's really deep." His heart almost melts at how utterly fucked you are, he didn't even move yet, and here you were trembling and gasping for air when he wasn't half way through yet. His hand gently smooths over your back, angling his head to press kisses against your jaw and cheek. "It's been a minute, hm?" Firm palm gently squeeze your ass, pulling your body lower, urging you to take just a few more inches. You nod quickly against him, your arms wrapping tighter against his neck as you whine. "It's in my tummy..." You whisper, he could've easily missed the words with how quiet you were. "Yeah?" His voice is surprisingly gentle, his hands gently kneading at the soft swells, squeezing softly. "Mhm...is it." He stills for a moment, before you feel the warmth of his calloused palm traveled from your hip, and press against your stomach. "Oh, fuck."

He exhales feeling the slight bulge protruding from your warm belly. "I really am deep." You nod, leaking down his thick shaft, delirious from your size difference alone, and the heat of his palm against the outline of his cock. "You're taking it so well, aren't you?" You're so dizzy all you can manage is a pathetic keen, and a nod. " 汚いくらい濡れてる。" (so wet it's filthy)

He hums, the words alone make your head spin. " 'm sorry..." You burry your face deeper against his shoulder, a sharp sob escaping your lips when he rolls his hips upwards, the movement sudden, making your insides coil tight. "AH—" "Thought you could take it?" He tugs your bottom half lower, gripping your hips in place, before pulling you back up, the slick sounds of your gummy walls sucking him in were beyond filthy, making your face burn up as you gasped against his shoulder. "You like it when I use you?" His arms tense with ease push and pull of your him, fucking you against him. You can't do anything but whine, wrapping your arms tighter and tighter around him as he picks up the pace. " 聞こえる？" (you hear that?)

You nod, against him a strained yelp spilling past your lips when his palm lands rough against your ass. "さっさと答えろよ ! " (hurry up and answer)

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, as you manage a choked response. "U-Uhuh...h-hear it..." He's so deep, fucking in and out of your cunt, his round tip pressing against the depth of cervix almost punishingly. You're beyond dizzy, your body uselessly flopping against his torso, babbling mindlessly as he uses your gushy insides. "Y-Yuji..." He wail, eyes hazy and fucked out, trying to clench around him. His hands roughly pull your hips down, and you're brain is much again, your muscles loose, a familiar wave rising higher and high. " もうイっちゃう… " (gonna come) Your voice is thin and breathy, your legs trembling around him as your face pressed deeper against his firm chest, small hand gripping tightly onto his strained biceps. " ほら、イって。" (come for me.)

A wave so overwhelming crashes over you, your stomach clenching as you whine breathlessly, trembling with the intensity of your orgasm, twitching as another wave passes over you. Ryuji groans deep in his throat, his jaw clenched tight pushing up hips up with the last of his strength, emptying himself inside of you, his muscles trembling with effort as he pants, his head pressing against your damn strands. "Oh fuck." He exhales, running a damp hand through his hair. Before gently rubbing his thumbs against your bruised hips. You softly wince, struggling to lift yourself off of him. He gently adjusts you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You okay?" His eyes pass over your frame, thoroughly fucked, skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, your limbs turned to jelly. You nod weakly, still clinging to him. "Washing up is going to be a nightmare of it's own." He mutters, a small smirk cracking at the corner of his lips. "You know I love you right?" This time, a smile tugs at your lips, your eyes trailing up to reach his own. "Mhm, love you too." "Oh, trust me. I know."

Kinkcember Day 1 - Hypnosis | Professor!Ryuji Matsuyama x F!Reader

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Content Warning: NSFW (18+); kind of plotty porn, smutty smut, a tinge on the side of dark fic - super manipulative professor, slightly dubcon, implied but not very big age gap, a tiny bit of grooming; light use of hypnosis as a kink/for sexual reasons, fingering, oral sex (F! receiving), more than likely curse words bc i have no chill

I won't tell anyone what or what not to do, but please interact responsibly ✨️

A/N - I surely did not anticipate getting so far behind so EARLY in Kinktober, and DEFINITELY didn't think it would be December before I got back on the metaphorical horse, but as always I promise to stick true to my word and write all these wonderfully smutty stories (and more!) for you. Thank you so much as always for your patience, support, and the continued love you keep pouring into me. This community has really held me together since my life started falling apart, even when I was just standing in the background❤️✨️

I won't lie, I had to do some significant research for this particular fic bc I knew quite literally nothing about hypnosis in the bedroom, but honestly I think it's something I might need myself (dare me to ask my therapist?) hahahah 🤣

And no . . . this fic is not based off of my real-life breakup from October, I'd already had that bit written before it happened. So like, am I foreshadowing my own life now?! (bc if yes, this could workout for me 🤤). Also, I completely changed the entire story from what I'd originally wrote, deciding to make this version of Ryuji post-accident and more the manipulative man I believe the writers should have made him.

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A = AFTERCARE [what he‘s like after sex]

— He cares a lot about you, and will constantly ask you if you‘re okay until he‘s sure that you‘re fully relaxed. Ryuji is surprisingly talkative after sex, letting his calm, quiet, raspy voice wander over whatever’s on his mind. Sometimes it’s silly observations, sometimes soft compliments, sometimes just low hums as he holds you close, making the moment feel safe and intimate.

B = BODY PART [his favorite body part of his and his partner’s]

— For himself, it’s his arms and hands. Even after his incident, he trains his body, especially his biceps. He loves seeing how easily his arms wrap around you, how easily you get distracted by his veiny hands. His favorite body part of yours would definitely be your thighs. He grips them as if his life depends on them whenever he eats you out. He definitely likes getting squeezed between your thighs (plus points when they’re thick, THICK).

C = CUM [anything to do with cum]

— Ryuji is a quiet freak. He does not talk much about it, but the way he reacts gives him away. He loves finishing deep inside you, feeling every pulse and every twitch as he does. Watching it dripping out of your pussy drives him crazy. So, after he reaches his peak, he usually pulls it out after barely 5 seconds. Well, it matters where and when you both are while doing it, but he doesn’t mind making a mess. He will take care of you afterwards anyway. If you want him to finish somewhere else and not inside of you, he‘ll listen and do it as you say. And if you ever take him in your mouth and let him finish there, he will grip your hair and pull your head back to get a better look of your stuffed face.

D = DIRTY SECRET [a dirty little secret of his]

— Ryuji’s dirty little secret is that he actually loves it when you take control. He might act serious and composed, but he secretly gets off on being teased, dominated, or made to beg. He would never say it out loud, but the way he looks at you in the eyes, his grip on the meat of your hips, and his groaning gives it away every. single. time.

E = EXPERIENCE [how experienced is he?]

— Ryuji has experience. He had a few real relationships in the past, learned what matters, and knows how to treat someone right. He‘s not the type who‘s been with dozens of people.

F = FAVORITE POSITION [self explanatory]

— I mean, are there even many options? Anything where you are on top of him such as you riding him or sitting on his face. Since Ryuji cannot really move much while making love with you, his favorite position would be cowgirl where you are simply riding him. Though not reverse cowgirl because he wants to see every bit of you. He likes watching your face, the way you react to every movement, the way your body shifts above him. It makes him feel close to you in a way nothing else does. God, this man loves keeping eye contact it’s scary…

G = GOOFY [how serious is he during or / and after sex?]

— Serious asf. He is very focused on savouring every last second of the pleasure during it and is very into what you guys are doing. He does slip a joke or two occasionally.

H = HAIR [how well groomed is he down there?]

— This guy takes amazing care of his hygiene. He smells AMAZING. Down there, he keeps things neat, trimmed, and soft to the touch. Never fully bare though [The carpet matches the curtains.]

I = INTIMACY [how well is he during the romantic moment?]

— Ryuji is fully focused and present. He pays attention to every reaction, every small sound, every movement, making sure you feel wanted and cared for. He isn’t flashy or over-the-top, but the way he touches you, holds you, and lingers afterward makes the moment feel deep, personal, and completely yours.

J = JACK OFF [mastrubation]

— Ryuji doesnt do it often. He‘s too disciplined for that and usually just waits until he can have you. But if he does get worked up enough, he finishes fast and is quiet about it.

K = KINKS [his kinks]

— This man doesn‘t have diabolical kinks. His kinks would probably be:

- Praise [He melts for it, even if he pretends he doesn’t. A soft “good boy” or telling him he feels good hits him way harder than he’ll ever admit.]

- Breeding kink [He loves finishing inside of you. The warmth, the closeness, the way your body reacts to his. It’s more emotional than filthy for him, but the thought of filling you has him losing control faster than anything else.]

- Sensory teasing [Slow kisses, nails dragging lightly over his skin, warm breath on his neck… these things get to him instantly.]

- Being watched / watching reactions [ He’s quiet, but he’s obsessed with every twitch, every gasp, every expression you make. Seeing the effect he has on you drives him crazy. If you look him straight in the eyes while you fall apart, it’s over for him.]

- Switch [He isn’t always dominant. Sometimes he wants you to be the one in control. It depends on his mood.]

L = LOCATION [favorite places to do at]

— Safe spots like the bedroom, the couch, or the bathtub are his usual go-tos. The most daring place you’ve managed was his private professor office during lunch break, doors locked and blinds shut. He’s not the type to risk getting caught in places which have a high chance of interruption.

M = MOTIVATION [what turns him on]

— Ryuji gets turned on by seeing your reactions and knowing he’s making you feel good. He loves it when you take the lead, tease him, or show desire for him. Private moments, your closeness, and the way your body responds to him drive him wild.

N = NO [his turn offs]

— Ryuji dislikes anything sloppy, reckless, or public. He isn’t into loud, dramatic displays or risky situations where you could be caught. He also doesn’t like partners who aren’t focused on the moment or aren’t paying attention to him. He wants intimacy to be intentional, private, and connected.

O = ORAL [preference in giving, receiving, skill, etc…]

— Ryuji is so skilled it‘s insane. He enjoys giving as much as receiving, paying close attention to your reactions and adjusting accordingly. He’s methodical, slow, and focused, making sure every movement counts. The way he uses his mouth shows just how much he’s into you.

P = PACE [is he fast or slow? Preferences?]

— Ryuji is the type of guy to go slow. Since he is working, being busy 24 / 7 at university, he barely has time to fulfill his sex-life duties. So he would want to savour every single second of you guys being together. He would slowly go rough, VERY ROUGH though. The slow, deep pressure taking over him, his hands pushing your hips down like crazy. Whenever you start off fast, he would immediately slow your pace.

Q = QUICKIE [his opinions on quickies, how often, etc…]

— Doesn‘t like them at all since he likes to take as long as he needs to enjoy himself and you.

R = RISK [does he take risks?]

— As already mentioned, no, he doesn’t. The only risk he ever took was the time you two did it in his office.

S = STAMINA [how many rounds can he go for? How long does he last?]

— Ryuji has decent stamina, but he doesn‘t last looooong. He can go for a solid round or two if needed, focusing on making it good for both of you rather than pushing himself to exhaustion. He lasts long enough to fully enjoy the moment, but once he’s spent, he’s done and wants to rest close to you rather than keep going.

T = TOYS [does he own toys? Does he use them?]

— Ryuji doesn’t own or use toys. He prefers intimacy to be straightforward and hands-on, focused entirely on the two of you. Though once you brought your own toys and you guys tried them. Ryuji did enjoy seeing you squirm all over the place.

U = UNFAIR [how much he like to tease]

— Ryuji likes to tease, but in a quiet, controlled way. He knows exactly how to push your buttons. He makes you squirm and beg without doing too much, leaving you desperate and craving more while he stays calm.

V = VOLUME [how loud is he? What sounds does he make?]

— Ryuji is quiet during sex. He doesn’t scream or make loud noises, just low grunts, soft groans, and heavy breathing. It‘s very, VERY rare that a moan comes out of this guy’s mouth. Every sound is controlled, letting you hear how he’s into it without him needing to overbeare. Even when he’s at his peak, it’s a rough, deep sound rather than anything high-pitched or loud.

W = WILD CARD [random headcanon for him]

- He’s secretly into age / roleplay, specifically professor x student. He won’t admit it, but he definitely had sexual thoughts about you when you were his student. Before his accident, he once had pre-cum leak through his boxers during a lecture from thinking about lifting your miniskirt, bending you over the table, and spanking you with a ruler while "teaching" you since you kept failing your classes.

X = X-RAY [let’s see whats going on under those clothes]

— Under his clothes, Ryuji is lean and toned without being flashy. His muscles are defined but natural. His penis is average to slightly above average, the tip smooth and well-shaped.

Y = YEARNING [how high is his sex drive?]

— His sex drive is like a roller coaster with its ups and downs. Ryuji doesn’t constantly crave it, but when he comes home from work and finally has a moment to sit close to you after days apart, the desire hits hard. It’s clear when he’s in the mood, and probably three out of five times he doesn’t hesitate to let you know he’s horny.

Z = ZZZ [how quickly he fall asleep afterwards]

— Ryuji only falls asleep after making sure you‘re okay and relaxed. But usually he falls asleep instantly after sex, sleep takes over him fast if he holds you close, him feeling your warmth and you his.

ʀʏᴜᴊɪ ᴍᴀᴛꜱᴜʏᴀᴍᴀ [ɴᴏ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟᴄʜᴀɪʀ] x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ - ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘʏ ꜱᴇx, ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ʀʏᴜᴊɪ, ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ, ꜱᴜʙ ʀʏᴜᴊɪ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ, ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ. [ᴡᴄ: 1.3ᴋ]

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ʀʏᴜᴊɪ ᴍᴀᴛꜱᴜʏᴀᴍᴀ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴏʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxʜᴀᴜꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ʜɪᴛꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ. ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛʜᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ, ʏᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅʏ.

. ―୨୧⋆ ˚

The bedroom sat in a gentle darkness, only a thin line of moonlight slipping through the curtains. You rested on the bed with your eyes closed, letting your body settle into the mattress. A faint heaviness lingered in your muscles, familiar by now. Ryuji had taken care of the baby all day, giving you a rare chance to breathe and let your mind settle.

A faint click made you stir. Your eyes cracked open just in time to see your husband closing the bedroom door behind him. The faint shadow of him against the frame moved slowly, before he eased himself onto the bed beside you.

Ryuji let out a soft, tired exhale as he settled against the pillows. His body sagged slightly with exhaustion. You could feel the weight of it even through the sheets.

“You look terrible.” You murmured, voice low, teasing lightly despite your own fatigue.

Ryuji let out a low grunt, rolling his shoulders as he gave a faint shrug. “Could say the same about you.” He replied, though his eyes betrayed just how tired he really was, but the tiredness gave his usual expression a softer look.

After a moment, your fingers made their way to his, brushing over his knuckles. “Thank you for taking care of him today.“

Ryuji let out a short, tired grunt, tightening his hand around yours just enough to acknowledge it. “Someone had to.”

You shifted slightly, using the gentle push of your elbows to lift yourself a little. Your chin came to rest against his chest, and you found yourself studying his face, tired lines and all, the quiet intensity in his eyes catching your attention.

Ryuji let out a soft, short exhale, his hand tightening around your side. “You’re staring.” He said dryly, edged with his teasing sharpness his tone always carried.

“I‘m just admiring.“ You replied, brushing his dark hair with your right hand. “You’re… distressed.”

“Distressed, huh.” He murmured, dry and clipped, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Not much of a compliment.”

“It’s the truth.” You said softly, leaning a little closer. “You’ve been carrying so much on your own… just to keep our little family steady.”

There was a short yet long pause from Ryuji before he muttered something. “Someone has to.” He repeated.

You let your fingers drift over his chest, brushing along his collarbone. “You look like you could use… a little distraction.” You murmured, voice low, teasing. “Maybe I could help clear your mind.”

Fingers drifted lazily along his collarbone before sliding up to his temple, brushing over the warmth of his skin. Lips traced the line of his jaw, soft and teasing. A low, controlled exhale slipped past Ryuji, his hand resting lightly against your side.. Gentle kisses followed along his jaw, deliberate and slow, until finally they met his lips.

The kiss deepened, slow at first, until it grew hungrier with every passing second. Your lips pressed harder, breaths mixing, and the months of tension made every touch feel electric. It didn’t take long for you to notice him responding, his mouth growing hungrier and stronger.

Breaking the kiss with a soft, teasing breath, you pushed yourself up slightly, settling on his hips. Your hands pressed against his chest for balance, fingers tracing the line of his shoulders as you leaned down again, pressing kisses down his cheeks.

A quiet moan escaped Ryuji beneath you, low and rough in his throat. His other hand slid from his side to rest on your hips, grounding you as his lips pressed again to yours, soft and insistent. Slowly, he shifted, lifting his hips just enough to tug the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers down to his thighs.

Grinding against him, you push your panties to the side. Almost immediately, you feel the tip of his hard cock gliding at the entrance of your swollen, wet clit.

You notice how the man underneath you tried to arch up against you, wanting you to take his veiny member inside your walls. Just to tease him a little, you rocked up a bit, making Ryuji impatient.

“Just ride me already.” He hissed, his deep, raspy voice sending a shiver down your spine.

That‘s it. Your hips sink down on him, slowly, taking his length inside you.

A soft, long moan rolls off your tongue as the tip made its way up to the end of your vagina, touching the entrance of your cervix.

Ryuji‘s eyes flutter shut and his head turns slightly back, trying to hold in his moan. His hands tightened into the meat on your hips, holding you as if you would disappear if he didn‘t.

You start rocking your hips slowly, letting the heat build between you two. Your hands slide up from his chest to his face, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss, pressing your mouth to his and letting your tongue tease his, suppressing the small, needy sounds trying to escape him.

Ryuji breaks the kiss for a brief gasp of air, chest rising and falling quickly, but before he can even recover, your lips find his again, hungry and insistent, drawing him back into the kiss.

His grip on your hips never wavered, steady and firm as he began to speed up your movements, each thrust deliberate, sending sparks of heat through both of you.

The kiss broke suddenly, both of you gasping for air, chests heaving, lips flushed. The faster pace made the bed creak and squeal beneath you, sharp sounds in the quiet bedroom.

“Ah- slow down… ” You murmured, both of your palms pressing against his chest. “It‘s… too loud.”

Ryuji’s sharp eyes met yours for a brief moment, studying you, then flicked down to your hips, tracing the movements of your pussy colliding with his dick. Just as quickly, his gaze returned to yours,steady and intense. That quiet, controlled head in his expression making your pulse quicken.

His grip stayed firm on your hips, guiding you as you moved, and a low, quiet grunts slipped occasionally from his lips. The soft sounds of the bed and your movements filled the room.

You could feel how Ryuji was getting closer and closer from his cock twitching against your inner walls. You leaned closer, pressing your forehead onto his chest. A thin sheen of sweat was starting to form across both of your skin, dampening your hair.

“Look up, sweetheart… I want to look at you while I cum.” Ryuji’s voice broke through the haze, soft yet commanding.

Your gaze stayed on him, a soft whimper slipping out of your mouth. Ryuji moved beneath you, guiding your hips up and down once, twice, three slow and controlled times. Each movement drew quiet wet sounds into the room until a rough groan broke from his throat as he reached his climax.

You slowed, feeling him relax beneath you, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Ryuji let out a low exhale, pressing his forehead lightly to yours.

After a short moment to catch his breath, Ryuji moved, rolling you onto your back with an easy pull and settling above you. His cock slid free slowly, the aftermath of his erection dripping out of your hole. His hands moved to grip both of your thighs.

“W-what are you doing?” You shivered as his hands held your thighs firmly, spreading you slightly.

“You didnt finish.” Without warning, his tongue traced over your lips between your thighs. Reflexively, your hand shot down, gripping his dark hair, while your thighs instinctively squeezed around his head. A high, breathless moan slipped from your lips.

Ryuji didn’t hesitate, mouth and tongue moving expertly over you, tasting and teasing every sensitive spot. Two fingers slid inside you slowly, curling and thrusting with steady, deliberate rhythm, each movement sending shivers up your spine.

It didn’t take long before a shudder ran through you, your cum spilling around his fingers and mouth. Ryuji let out a low, rough hum, savoring the closeness and the quiet aftermath of your shared release.

Ryuji shifted beside you, letting his body settle against yours. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his hand brushing lightly over your arm.

“I missed this… You alright?” He murmured. You let out a tired, soft laugh, nuzzling into his chest. “Yeah… better than-”

A high-pitched baby cry echoed from the next room, pulling both of your attention.

“Not again…” You both sighed.

Teacher’s Pet

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠:Ryuji Matsuyama x Reader

A/n:look... I can explain, okay? Well, I don’t really like him that much (for random personal reasons lol), but I don’t know, he just popped into my head when I was writing. And I also have to write something about the new characters (even though my heart still belongs to the ones from season 1 and 2). But yeah, here it is. I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you wanted, babe, but I hope you like it 💕

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A forbidden late-night encounter between a brilliant student and her professor spirals into raw, unfiltered obsession, power play, and devastating truths. One office. One lighter. One secret that could burn everything down.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:rough sex, overstimulation, degradation, squirting, creampie, choking, spanking, oral, anal play, public risk, infidelity, angst ending,au

Masterlist aib / main list

The philosophy building hallway was dead at 10:13 p.m. Only the buzz of fluorescent lights and the echo of your heels. You stopped in front of door 307, dark wood, gold plate: Prof. Ryuji Matsuyama – Contemporary Philosophy.

Two knocks.

“Come in.”

His voice cut through the wood like a blade.

You pushed the door open.

Ryuji stood with his back to you, staring out the window at the empty courtyard. Light-gray dress shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, forearms corded, veins raised. Black slacks, leather belt. Tall. Whole. No wheelchair; here he was just a man, except he wasn’t.

He turned slowly. Brown eyes devoured you from head to toe, lingering on your mouth.

“Lock the door.”

You obeyed. The click sounded final.

“You’re late.”

“Bus was delayed,” you lied. Truth: you’d spent twenty minutes in the humanities building bathroom, sprawled on the tile, fingers buried knuckle-deep, picturing his voice ordering you to come.

Ryuji closed the distance, steps deliberate. Stopped a hand’s breadth away.

“Take off the jacket.”

You let the hoodie drop. Underneath: thin white blouse, black lace bra visible. Nipples hard, poking through the fabric.

Ryuji x Y/N (Gender neutral!reader)

A/N: This is a fanfic inspired by Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

Trigger warning!: mentions of rotting flesh,dark themes

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He always had some kind of fascination with the afterlife. Some would call it an infatuation.

The beautiful melody of Mozart played in the background as a man in dark hair and tanned skin sat by his work table as he sewed an arm to the torso of his creation in the making.

The smell of decaying flesh was attempted to be covered up by the various flowers that crowded his office.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Your eyes fluttered open and you were greeted by a bright light.

The metal table you laid upon was cold and uncomfortable. You felt like you have just woken from a long slumber yet you have no memory of anything. Your brain was fresh,naive and eager to learn.

You glanced at the man in the room. He was wearing a plastic apron and some goggles so you couldn't quite make out his face.

"Hello" His voice was calm and observant as he wheeled himself towards you. "I am Ryuji"

"Ryu...ji" The act of speaking was as foreign to you as everything else that this new world held.

"Yes. Your name is Y/N. I think we'll get along just fine"

~*~*~*~*~*

For months he'd read to you and teach you everything you'd need to know. How to speak,how to write. Finally you were able to leave his office once he was satisfied.

You were still getting used to walking so Ryuji let you use his crutches that he'd gotten when he was still hopeful about physiotherapy. They were practically brand new.

"This is pork cutlet" He explained calmly as he showed you how to use the cutlery.

"You try"

Your attempt was clumsy and messy. It made him smile slightly. He found it rather amusing.

The professor wasn't exactly fond of most people but there was something about your naive existence that he found charming.

"It's alright " He assured and helped his creation eat their first meal. "What do you think?"

His question was a bit vague for you. "About what?"

"The food I mean. Do you enjoy it?"

You gave it some deep thought as you stared at the plate in front of you. "Yes"

~*~*~*~*~*

"You haven't contributed to your research in months. I think it's time to get back to teaching Ryuji"

"No you don't understand,Sir. I am on the brink of a breakthrough"

"Usually when people say that they have something to show for it"

"I can't show you yet but sir I promise this is-"

Clank!

What the hell was that sound?

"Um I'll call you back sir"

He followed where the sound was coming from only to be led to the bathroom. He hesitated before knocking on the door.

"Are you alright?"

He became concerned when there was no answer. "I'm coming in"

You were still getting used to handling slippery floors and the buttons of your pajama shirt.

Ryuji sighed but helped you up from the floor and temporarily pulled you onto his lap.

"We need to work on your hand coordination" he checked the back of your head for any signs of bleeding but luckily it seems it was only your arm that got hurt.

Your right hand was on the brink of falling off with only 4 of the stitches still holding it together,the rest came undone from the fall.

"I'll fix this don't worry" he inspected your arm before moving you onto the edge of the bathtub. "Stay here"

You nodded and waited patiently for him to return.

You watched curiously as he stitched your arm back together. At one point he glanced up

"Is something wrong?"

"No"

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

You hesitated before asking. "Why did you make me?"

He froze. He knew he couldn't say the actual answer. He didn't need his experiment to have an existential crisis. He needed this to go well so he can prove his findings and finally win a Nobel Prize.

"I suppose I wanted a friend"

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