pretty girl

satoru didn't look like the class genius right now. his glasses were pushed up haphazardly on his head, his white hair a mess, and his eyes, those piercing, crystalline eyes, were narrowed with a cold, focused irritation. he stood over you, his silhouette looming large against the living room light, while you lay sprawled on the couch, completely exposed and trembling.

he didn't waste time with gentleness either. the moment he snatched you into his dorm room, he had grabbed your thighs, hauling your legs back with a sudden, forceful jerk. your knees were shoved up toward your chest, satoru pinning your lower body in a position that left you wide open and utterly vulnerable.

"a seventy," he spat, his voice low. "i have never seen a number that low on a piece of paper in my entire life. do you have any idea how pathetic a seventy is for me?"

"t—toru— i’m—"

"shut up," he groaned, his voice thick with a mix of anger and lust. "you spent the whole night distracting me! every time i tried to focus on the molecular bonds, you were touching me, whining for attention, making sure i couldn't think about anything but how much i wanted to fuck you dumb."

there was nothing rhythmic or sensual about his thrusts. it was a pounding, punishing pace. he hammered into you, his hips colliding with yours with a loud, wet slap that echoed through the room. each thrust was designed to drive the point home, hitting your cervix with a blunt force that made your vision blur.

"i— i'm s-s—" you tried to choke out an apology, but as he lunged forward again, the force of the impact snapped your head back. the words died in your throat, replaced by a high-pitched, broken moan.

"you’re what? you’re sorry?" satoru sneered, leaning down so his face was inches from yours, though he didn't stop the brutal assault of his hips. "sorry doesn't fix my gpa, baby. sorry doesn't erase the fact that i failed to maintain my perfect streak because you couldn't keep your hands off me."

he gripped your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, bruising you as he held you locked in that folded position. he accelerated, his cock sliding in and out of your soaking pussy with a violent friction. god, the sound was graphic; the squelch of lubrication and the heavy thud of his body slamming against yours.

"aww, look at you," he cooed, watching your face contort in a mix of pleasure and overwhelming intensity. "you love this, don't you? you love knowing you ruined my grade, and now you get to take my big dick for it!"

you tried to speak again, your lips trembling, wanting to tell him how much you loved him, how sorry you were, but every time you opened your mouth, he delivered another blow. you voice was reduced to incoherent whimpers and shattered breaths. you were shaking, your muscles twitching under the onslaught of his pace.

"i’m going to make sure you remember this every time you think about distracting me again," satoru groaned, his pace becoming frantic, almost feral. “you're going to take every inch of this, yeah? you're going to feel exactly how pissed off i am."

he let out a low, guttural growl, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and more violent. he was bottoming out inside you, stretching you to your limit, driving you deeper into the couch. you could only cling to the fabric of the cushions, your fingers clawing at the material as you were bounced relentlessly.

"tell me," he commanded, his voice straining as he neared his peak. "tell me you're a distraction— fuck!— tell me you're a little brat who deserves to be fucked like this.”

you tried to scream it, to give him what he wanted, but a particularly deep thrust hit a spot that sent a jolt of electricity through your entire spine. your eyes rolled back, your jaw dropping open in a silent scream of ecstasy as your walls clamped tight around. as he slammed into you again, the impact sending a shockwave through your core, you managed to find a sliver of your voice.

"t— toru— please," you whimpered, your head tossing from side to side on the cushion. "slow— slow down— mmmh! please, just a little—“

satoru let out a small scoff, his cock buried deep in your soaking heat. he looked down at you, seeing your flushed face, your blown out pupils, and the way your body was trembling under his weight. a slow, smug grin spread across his lips, and he let out a soft laugh that vibrated in his chest.

"slow down? y’want me to slow down, angel?" he echoed, his voice a raspy, dangerous purr.

he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, and let out a small, needy moan that shifted into a pathetic, high-pitched whimper. the sound was jarring coming from him, a brief lapse in his control that only highlighted how much he was enjoying this.

"you think i’m done with you already?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

"i’m just getting started,” he snickered once more upon your disheveled appearance, “a seventy is a disaster, and you're going to feel every single point i lost."

without warning, he gripped your thighs even tighter, hauling your knees even closer to your chest until you were practically folded in half. he didn't slow down, instead, he shifted his angle, driving back into you with a renewed, savage intensity.

the sound of his hips slamming against yours returned with a violent slap, the wet squelch of your pussy gripping his thick dick echoing through the quiet room. he began to hammer into you again, faster than before, his movements relentless.

“satoruuu!—” you yelped, crying out, “you’re so— nnghh!— so big— don’t stop! pleasepleaseplease—”

"beg me to slow down again— i dare you," he whimpered, his voice thick with arousal as he pounded into your cervix.

"i wanna hear you beg while i fuck the apology right out of you."

second post of the day because i just HAD to write for this man 👅👅👅 he is irresistible.

pervy best friend!choso who takes any oppurtunity to touch you. if he needs to get past you, he'll grab your waist and move you himself instead of saying excuse me. if you're upset or in need of comfort, he brings you in for a hug and holds you as tightly against him as he can so he can feel your tits press against his chest. of course his main goal is to help you feel better, but he'd never miss the chance to have your body against his.

pervy best friend!choso who comes over as soon as he can with painkillers and your favourite snacks when you tell him you're on your period. he carries you back up to your room whilst gently rubbing your back to soothe you. choso is the most warm blooded person you know, so you ask him to lay down in your bed with you so he can be your life sized hot water bottle. you practically climb on top of him once he's there and are quickly lulled to sleep by the warmth of his body. once you're asleep he adjusts your position so that your pussy is sat directly on top his bulge. he'll slowly grind up into you, groaning softly as you snore quietly into his shoulder.

pervy best friend!choso who eyes your cleavage whenever you're in a revealing top. when you're studying together he snatches your pencil case away and holds it behind him so you have to lean over to get it back from him, practically shoving your tits in his face in the process. choso especially loves it when you wear a tank top with no bra and your perfect nipples poke through. he wants nothing more than to pull your top down, close his mouth around your nipple and suck on them until he cums.

pervy best friend!choso has an entire folder full of pictures of you. he sneaks photos of you innocently eating bananas, sucking on ice lollies or licking ice cream and makes a mental note to jerk off to it later. sometimes he'll drop something on the floor and ask you to pick it up for him, just to have you on your knees in front of him. he snaps a picture of you the exact moment you look up at him, imagining that you're sucking him off. when choso gets home he scrolls through the photos as he strokes himself, picturing his cock is in your mouth instead and that it's his tip you're sucking on so sweetly.

pervy best friend!choso who likes taking you on long road trips with his friends even though the car doesn't have enough space for you. you have no choice but to sit in his lap with his hands tightly holding your hips to keep you steady. if you're wearing a skirt he'll slowly lift it higher and higher, until your panty clad pussy is right on top of his dick. choso takes advantage of the speed bumps and potholes, thrusting up into you at the same time the car bounces.

pervy best friend!choso who has no idea that you're aware of everything he's doing and that you enjoy it even more just as much as he does.

"count to three."

"b-but it's gonna huuurt," your daughter's voice trembled as she was on the verge of tears. a string was tied around her loose tooth with the other end fixed to a doorknob; all your husband's idea, of course. you tried to hold your laughter as you stroked her hair soothingly, standing behind her.

"daddy's gonna be so quick, sweetheart," you reassured. "you won't even feel a thing." you glanced up at sukuna with a suppressed grin. "right?"

sukuna raised an eyebrow at her in a mock stern expression, though you knew he found the situation just as amusing. "you don't trust your father, kid?"

frantically shaking her head, pigtails bobbing, your daughter looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. "i do, but i'm really scared."

"just count to three," sukuna repeated calmly, his hand already on the knob. "it'll be over before you know it."

your daughter turned to you and your heart ached at her innocent, earnest face. you kissed her forehead and smiled at her. "you can close your eyes if you don't wanna look. i'm right here."

with a deep, shaky breath, the girl squeezed her eyes shut, gripped your fingers tightly and started to count very slowly.

"one... two-"

a loud slam of the door interrupted her. your daughter's eyes opened abruptly as she stared dumbly at the floor. right there, still attached to the string and hanging from the handle, was her fallen canine.

"baby, you did it!" your arms came around your daughter in a warm hug. pride filled your chest as you showered her with praise. the shock seemed to gradually wear off as she grinned back with an adorable, slightly bloody, tooth-missing smile.

"it actually came out! that was so fast, dad!" she pulled away from you to hug sukuna's thighs. "i didn't feel anything!"

huffing in amusement, sukuna picked the girl up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder, making her dangle upside down by his legs as she shrieked with joy. "that's why you gotta listen to your father, kid," sukuna walked towards you, eyes half-lidded. "your daddy's always right. just ask your mom."

"put her down, ryo," you scolded even as you couldn't keep the laughter from your voice. instead of replying, he kissed you, firm, still holding your daughter securely. you melted into it despite yourself, tugging him closer by his beater.

"eww, is dad being gross again, i can feel it," your daughter complained behind him. "let me go, i don't wanna see!"

"too damn bad," he gruffly spoke against your lips after you parted, smirking. "it's my house, i can be as gross as i like."

gagging exaggeratedly, your daughter managed to land on all fours as she pulled away from sukuna's grip. she grabbed her tooth and rushed to her room, shutting the door. you huffed and shook your head, fond, letting sukuna wrap his arms around you properly.

"brat. she learns it from you," he muttered, planting kisses on your neck. you scoffed indignantly, though it came out breathless and smiling.

"you love it," your head tilted, arching towards him, giving more room. he snorted quietly against your shoulder.

"i do. god help me, i do."

rough messy sex, creampies, erotic asphyxiation

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 love, love, loves to put his filthy little slut in a nasty headlock when's he's stuffin' her tight, warm holes from the meanest angles possible. he always cums the hardest when his beefy arms have your head locked the fuck in place.

his strong forearms snug underneath the meat of your thighs, exposing the slick petals of your folds and spreading your hole all the wider because he can. shouta adores full nelson - his large, rough hands are clamped down around your neck, the position forcing you to stare at where your bodies are joined.

his grueling thrusts would not be complete without the absolute monster he was packing underneath his deceptive pants. "sho, it's too... too much." the words catch in your throat, replaced with incoherent babbles that intensify each time his balls slap up against your ass.

"can't hear you, angel. you're sayin' it's too much but my balls are fucking soaked. that sound we're making? is cause of your slutty pussy, babygirl." there's no room to argue, not when you're folded in half like a damn lawnchair and your boyfriend won't give you a reprieve.

catch a hint of attitude with him and he'll abandon grading papers in favor of fixing that mouth of yours. there's nowhere to run - not when he's prying his fingers past your lips and digging into the wet flesh of your inner cheeks. "that's it, choke just like a good girl. suck on them a little for me."

he really let you have it once - got himself so pussy drunk that even he forgot how many creampies had leaked onto the sheets. he managed to hold up most of your body weight, your neck stabilized by the crook of his elbow. "don't want you to fuckin' breathe. feels so much better to cum when you're this dizzy."

what gets him off the quickest is when your small hands weakly grab at his arm. your inferior arm strength is zero match for a man, a pro hero at that, whose cock becomes even harder seeing you struggle.

shouta will wipe the sweat off of his brow with the same arm that's been drooled over for the past hour. "sh, angel. i've got you. no more roughing you up, think this cute pussy's had enough for tonight."

touchstarved!aizawa who still can’t help but yearn for a reprieve from it all, who traces your smile with his eyes so often that he’s practically memorized your face

touchstarved!aizawa who tells himself this is a one-time thing, even as he’s moaning like a whore into your neck as your fingers card through his hair, “feels so fuckin’ good, kitten, fuck. where you been all my life?”

touchstarved!aizawa who loves nothing more than the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock. can literally cockwarm you for hours, loves feeling like he’s molding your insides to the shape of him, "open up more for me, baby, attagirl. show daddy where you need him, huh?” (shrieking)

touchstarved!aizawa who likes slapping your ass red while he takes you from behind, "i’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you, princess, make sure the only dick you’re begging for is mine"

touchstarved!aizawa who fingers you in between orgasms, pumping his seed back inside you, "not wasting a fucking thing, sweet girl"

choso is so lucky he’s not real🤤🤤🤤

ʚ c.w | fluff ⋮ married couple ⋮ sukuna's strict program .

" get out. " his voice was sharp through the walls of your shared chambers, sharper than how it usually was when he spoke of you. let alone to you. displeasement was all over his face and body language; all four arms crossed with a scowl creasing his aged brow.

you sat confused and alarmed, as to you, it just looked he was in a very bad mood. perhaps because you spent too much time in the hot springs this evening than he would've liked? you truly had no idea. " excuse me? "

his brow arched, " out. you're not allowed in our chambers like that. hasn't uraume told you? i expect they would without fail. perhaps my request fell upon deaf ears. "

uraume had came to your session in the hot springs passing on a message, something about what sukuna expects from you in your shared abode. the steam from the heated water you soaked in was much too tranquil for you to pay any mind to his request, dismissing uraume with a simple ' mhm. ' now you pay the price. " i won't repeat myself. "

" my lord, surely it doesn't call for this? just tell me what you ask of me, " in secrecy, you think your husband liked to hear you beg like this. with normal conversation, you wouldn't have to pry context from his stubborn mouth. or mouths... rather. " plus, would it not be a better idea to tell your wife your needs up front? " to suggest him something could end two ways; rarely going well.

he seemed to bite his cheek briefly, the way it dented and his jaw shifted. his eyes remained narrowed at you, but the scowl softened. had he not have a knack for making you beg, he wouldn't be slightly entertained. " i want us both naked, whenever we unite in our chambers past sundown. " he saw your eyes widen and your mouth begin to open in protest, "you're already striking a nerve of mine, wife. tread lightly."

you took a deep breath, surpressing your emotion in your tone the best you could manage. " ... naked? "

his expression barely shifts, relaxing his brows slightly. " is there still an issue with your ears, or is this merely your lack of comprehensive ability?" he began to close the distance between you two, eyeing the robe around your body with disgust. " it's a simple request. "

" a very intimate request. "

his eyes flickered with offense, " intimate? we are wed, bound to each other for life. there should be no issue with sharing our bodies freely and embrace our nudity in such a private space. " he leaned in, his voice lowering to a purr. " furthermore, i find your modesty annoying. this is hardly a crime. are you objecting? "

you weren't opposed, no, not at all. simply surprised. you remember reading his poetry that he tried to hide from you, and in some, it discussed the beauty and purity of the human body. to want to share that beauty is something he found admirable and a form of art.

" no... never. " that pleased him, his expression softened for the majority. you found yourself wrapped in four large arms and pulled back against his chest, the silent worry of the mouth on his stomach biting or licking you at any second.

he looked at peace for the first time that day.

© 𝓜𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌

♥︎ 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hi again

The last thing you wanted to do was get into an argument with your roommate and best friend. Yet you found yourself going back and forth with him & it didn’t look like it was coming to an end any time soon. 

“I don’t understand how I’m not allowed to have boys over but you’re free to bring home girls, it’s totally unfair Satoru!” You yelled, voice turning raspy. 

It’s been hours since this argument began and he was getting sick of it. 

“The difference between us is that I didn’t invite that girl over to fuck, did I?” He shot back, a vein forming at his temple. 

His hand reached up to his face, sliding off his glasses to set them aside on the counter. “I came home with her because we had a project to do and the library was closed. And you know this because I texted you earlier about it.”   

“So? She was totally giving you bedroom eyes!”

“And what if she was? Doesn’t mean I gave in and started humping her like a dog in heat. I’m not that easy, sweets.” 

But you were. 

You were not about to give in because he used your favorite pet name, and you definitely weren’t going to allow him to see the effect it had on you. 

“I don’t know why me bringing a boy over concerns you either.” 

“Watch that tone.” He warned. His eyes have darkened enough to match the late night shadows seeping into the kitchen, rain being muffled by the windows. Your lip trembled, being utterly frustrated. It’s not like you even did anything with the guy, you just wanted to make him jealous – get back at him for inviting that girl over. 

Satoru noticed your pout, sighing through his nose as all previous anger faded. “Baby.” 

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” He closed in, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. “You love it when I use sweet names on you.” 

You pulled away from his touch, still pissed. “We’re just roommates, that’s why.” That certainly got him to raise a brow, a slight tilt at his head as he took in your words. “Just roommates? Am I not your best friend? Am I not the one that makes you feel good?” 

Your breath hitched, knowing what he was referring to. 

You had come home stressed about some class and it didn’t help that it was ovulation week as well, making you all pent up. Thankfully, Satoru didn’t mind helping you out on the very counter he was leaning against. “What was your goal when you brought him over? To make me jealous? Get your pay back?” 

Well, yes. 

But you were not going to admit that so easily. 

“If I hadn’t made it clear enough, sweets, you’re the only girl I want. Why would I be stupid to put my dick inside someone who isn’t you?” His vulgar words strike again at your inner core, forcing your thighs to clench. 

“Satoru..” Your cheeks heated up. 

“I’m going to ask you again, and you’re going to answer honestly. Are we just roommates?” 

Of course not. Roommates don’t just allow the other to ride them like rabbits in heat the way you were doing right now. Your clothes were discarded on the floor, shaky hands rubbing up and down his abs all while he watched. 

A smirk was lifting at his lips, enjoying the way you struggled to do all of the work. He wanted to touch your tits, give them the little kisses they deserved. But hearing you beg for his touch was far better. 

“Please– I said I was s-sorry..” Your apologies fell upon deaf ears. This was your punishment after all. You could barely register your own pleas as his tip grazed your puffy folds. “You’re going to ride me and I’m not going to help for shit.” 

And he kept his word because he hasn’t done anything more than letting out the occasional grunt. It was genuinely pissing you off. 

“Please,” You tried again, leaving sloppy but sweet kisses on his lips that he didn't reciprocate. Not even when you picked up your pace or slowed it down did he react. 

Nothing was working. 

Not until he saw you begin to sob, hiding your pretty face in his neck did he soften up. “Hey, hey.. It’s okay, sweet girl. I forgive you, you did so good, took your punishment like the good girl you are. Don’t cry, you’re making me feel bad.” His expression softened, large hand rubbing the small of your back as he coo’ed in your ear at your hiccups. 

You sniffled, chasing your nearing orgasm now that he praised you. “Am gonna cum..” You gasped, clawing at his back. Satoru fully wrapped his arms around you, bouncing you harshly on his lap. “Go ahead.” 

White dots filled your sight when you spilled on his dick, legs trembling. He followed soon after, releasing deep in you. “Good job, baby. Don’t you ever think that shit again. I don’t want anyone but you, and it’s time to realize that.” 

shota is the type to dote; he is quiet, calm questions at the end of a long day. he’s always attentive— with deep mhm’s rumbling out between pauses in your emphatic re-tellings — while he listens. shota is a man of action who knows you struggle to ask for what you need, so he leads with a gentle hand.

shota fills your water bottle when he notices it’s empty. he helps you into your coat every morning. he does the dishes — not because he’s a fan of chores, but because he knows you hate doing them and knows you always feel better with a clean home & an empty sink.

shota is a man who yearns with enough weight that it feels like he’s drowning at times. he thinks about you often — bandage-wrapped fingers and bruised knuckles send messages during the lulls on patrol. you wake to messages attempting to dictate a fraction of his longing.

[txt] i miss you very much, little angel

shota is devoted — intense and purposeful in his demonstration of love. you manage to puncture his usual apathetic, unethused exterior. you are the only person who he trusts with this version of himself; with you, it’s a hand on the middle of your back, a tight smile that always reaches his eyes, and a bundle of compliments that tumble out unburdened.

shota chases your reactions — the ones where you explode with uncontainable adoration. he never thought he’d be the type of man to fixate on your key-smashed reply to a hazy, half-exposed picture of his body, but here he is. he never thought he’d willfully strip himself down, in both body and soul, for another person. but, he does it over and over for you.

shota pours it all into his hands on your skin, his mouth on yours. he pours it all into whispered filth while he’s buried to the hilt inside you: promises of a future & praise, praise, praise — because in the mess of sex he can let it all tumble it out between tongue and tension. he fucks you right, and he murmurs promises of things he wants while he does; a ring, a winter wedding, a home.

What pushes you over the edge of euphoria each and every time without fail, is Aizawa's voice tickling your ear while he gives a particularly deep and powerful thrust, murmuring in that husky and strained voice of his things like :

"Good girl.."

"that's it princess.."

"yes, just like that.."

Or your personal favorite :

"that's my girl.."

He knows the effect his words—uttered in that deep voice of his—have on you, and he relishes the way your cunt convulses around his pulsating length each time he whispers those sweet nothings to you.

And if his voice is your undoer, then the look of sheer bliss in your glassy eyes as you desperately cling to him and cry out his name over and over and over again, is what drives him over his own precipice of ecstasy.