HIATUS

toji thinks you sleep like somebody knocked you over and left you there, theres literally never any dignity to it.

one night he walks into the bedroom and finds you fully face down across the mattress, cheek smashed between two pillows, legs hanging off the edge like you slid outta the sky and landed wrong. another night youre asleep sitting up against the headboard with your arms folded like you were trying to stay awake and lost the fight halfway through.

and the soft little snores? jesus chris, they damn near kill him. and tonight is especially bad.

youre twisted up in the blankets wearing one of his old shirts, hair all over the place, mouth barely open while these tiny sleepy snores puff out every few seconds, your body limp like a heavy sack somebody dropped onto the bed, and toji just stands there staring for a long moment, big frame blocking the doorway, work jacket still half on, keys hanging from one finger while this deeply pained look settles over his face.

"…look at this damn girl." he mutters under his breath, to which you just snore louder and nuzzle deeper into the pillow. he snorts.

"...nah," he mutters, already moving toward the bed. "nah, cmere."

the mattress dips hard under his weight before both his hands grab at you at once, rough palms squeezing into your sides and thighs while he drags your limp body across the sheets toward him. you let out this weak sleepy whine without waking up properly, face still half buried in the pillow while he manhandles you around like an oversized stuffed animal.

"..toji," you mumble.

"yeah, yeah" he grumbles, visibly irritated by how cute you sound. "quit sleepin all stupid."

youre barely awake and somehow still trying to curl into him, warm and heavy against his chest while he sits there holding you with this tortured expression like hes suffering through it, and then you snore directly against his neck.

"..oh, you gotta be kiddin me," he mutters.

his grip tightens instantly after that, big hands squeezing at your soft sides hard enough to make you squirm in your sleep while he buries his face against your cheek with a rough groan.

you respond by drooling a little on his collarbone, and toji looks up at the ceiling for a long moment like hes asking god for strength, then he leans down and bites your cheek because the cuteness aggression youre giving him is way too much now.

"there," he mutters against your skin afterward, still holding you tight against him.

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ಇ.pairing: Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader

ಇ.word count: 4k+

ಇ.content & warnings: ex's... :: kissing :: fingering :: oral fem. rec :: kitchen sex :: on da kitchen counter :: p in v :: video taping :: back-shots :: face to face :: cum play :: fingers in mouth :: kissing :: lots of pet names & praise ::

ಇ.author's note: This is a Part Two of @kamislop's Suguru Geto Fic 24 hours! (Please Read, it serves as context to this fic)

Well here you were, alone again. The breakup had come in fits of ignored texts and one final call where your ex had the nerve to twist everything. He swore he hadn't cheated, made you sound crazy for even suggesting it. You simply hung up and never replied again, you were tired.

Days blurred after that. Then a full week slipped by and another week followed. Slowly the sharp ache dulled into something quieter. Your boyfriend became an afterthought, the pain still lingered in odd moments but it no longer swallowed you whole. You had mourned him properly.

Today felt different though, Suguru had stopped by just to say hi, and now it was nothing like that terrible afternoon when you had been shattered on your bed. He knocked first this time and you let him in without hesitation.

Standing by the kitchen counter, your back was turned partly toward him while you rinsed a glass, the afternoon light pouring through the window, warming your skin.

Yeah, you might’ve told your boss you’re ’working from home’ today, but when Toji walks into your bedroom, finding you on your stomach tapping away at your keyboard, he decides that you’re not getting anything done.

His thick arms cage you in while he grinds his hips in deep, slow circles—feeling your messy cunt squeeze and pulse around him. He purrs in your ear, asking placid questions about your work—letting his cock soak in your sweet pussy.

“Concentrate, baby." He kisses your neck, ghosting his lips against the skin while his breath tickles your shoulder. "Busy girl, hm? Just focus, I’ll make you feel good.”

But how the fuck can you focus when his stupidly thick cock is stirring your insides with every tiny movement? How the fuck can you focus when all you can smell, hear and feel is him? For fucks sake, you can barely even move—his weight pinning you to the mattress.

And when he pulls back a little—feeling his leaky tip draaaaaag against your sensitive insides—he pushes in even deeper, feeling the warm gush! of your cunt dripping around him.

He really should let you work, especially since you’re paying the rent. (Broke ass)

Nothing new or exciting never happened at your workplace. It was just a hotel, nothing more nothing less. Guests slipped in and out, day and night like taboo whispers. It didn’t bother you of course, just less work.

Oblivious to you though, the only thing pacing around with a soft voice was you. The pleasing aesthetic of the inn was somewhat striking with its laced silk curtains and high golden trimming, but it didn’t beat you.

Couldn’t.

You applied for the job a few weeks ago, and the moment they saw you walk through the doors, you were hired. This was only because you fit the aesthetic so perfectly, your voice, your scent, the list goes on.

the uniform they made you wear was a whole other story. White pattened leather mary janes with frilly socks that matched with the dress, and laced cotton gloves. not to mention, the full, blue petticoat that peaked out underneath. You weren’t mad at it, only because it was respectful.

so here you were now, too busy focused on polishing the marble countertops of the receptionist’s desk. It was a warm afternoon, sunlight poured through the French windows like milk. Just when you began tidying your cart to head out for break, the tall hardwood doors swung open. Your heart jumped in your chest considering that you believed it was an intruder.

A ridiculously tall and striking man strutted in. His shaggy hair overgrown and disheveled as a fat duffle bag hung from his shoulder like a garland. The way your eyes widened was priceless, and the receptionist perked up instantly. You bolted to a bathroom and pretended to clean as the receptionist chipped happily at him and gave him the keycard to his room.

202.

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1:37AM

The afternoon flew by in a flash, and before you knew it, he was out of the hotel in the dead of night. Lucky you, you were assigned to the 2nd floor. When you entered his room to start your cleaning, his musky scent hit you like oven heat. It made your cunt want to drool and destroy your pristine white panties. You wanted to contain yourself.

Had to.

Nonetheless though, your sweet coconut perfume and vanilla oil had beat the faint scent of the suite previously there as you moved from room to room. You didn’t mean for it to happen. Right? You became so drowned in your own scent that you didn’t know the effect it had on others.

and what it would do to someone like him.

You began to wrap the towels and rags into sweet hearts and swans with gentle hands. Your jewelry chimes like it wants to be involved too. But the way you planned to arrange his bed was another story.

A blue blanket, likely his, was tossed over a nearby armchair carelessly. It held his scent stronger. You lay it out on the middle of the premium mattress and carefully fold it into a big soft heart. It wasn’t like you were trying to tease him of course. Just your way of simply showing love to guests who seem to need it. Or ones you wanted to fuck.

Some time passed, and you were nearing your last room of the night, just when you felt heavy footsteps approaching your vicinity. Your heart danced and your knees felt like they were sinking in the moment you saw that same guest.

Toji? Was his name? You can only recall from what the receptionist told you.

Thick muscles of his back rippled beneath a tight compression shirt like a second skin. Dark silky locs were plastered against his neck with sweat and—blood? In the peak of your staring session he turns around.

Your face accompanies that same priceless stare from earlier, but with fuming red cheeks. Your thighs clench beneath your pretty skirt. All you can do is give him a sweet smile and pack your cart up, to which a low sexy chuckle rumbles through his chest and out that scarred mouth.

God, you were so ridiculous.

You turned to depart, just when he clears his throat loudly. You knew what that meant. Maybe folding the towels and blankets like that was a bad idea? Was he angry? Was your blood about to be on him next? Your mind spun like a fidget spinner.

You turned politely, curls bouncing playfully. “Can I help you sir?” Your voice was the softest thing he’s heard in decades of shady dealings.

“Alot.” He replies stroking his bare chin.

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So this is how you wind up.

Back laid flat on his mattress, as your legs curl around his slutty waist instinctively. His fingers are currently abusing your sopping pussy walls, curling every way and still somehow finding spots you never knew existed.

“S-sir—! Ah-haaah, please I’ll get f-fired!” Your fingers grip and tug the sheets you just spent years on perfecting, now destroyed with your slick and sweat.

“Hush. You knew what the fuck you were up to the moment I walked in, and all types of things began popping in that pretty head I’m about to fuck stupid.” He spat, pulling his fingers out to clasp his hot mouth over your clit.

His fingers grip your skirt like a newborn baby. “P-please—! N-need you.” You whine, hips bucking up violently into his nose. You’re already quite surprised you haven’t given him a nosebleed.

“Oh.”

“You want my cock.”

Those emerald eyes widen like you confessed something that was taboo. His chin covered in your juices as he rises from his feast.

You nod aggressively. Already too dumb to realize what you just asked him. “Oh baby.” He cooed sweetly, velvety voice extracting more slick out your sloppy hole. It’s almost like he’s trying to snap you back to earth.

With zero context for his reaction you’re already being manhandled into a cruel mating press as his fat angry tip nudges at your hole. You didn’t even get a proper orgasm before he was tearing his fingers and tongue away from your pussy.

He was mean, and knew it too.

Now he was jackhammering his thick member in and out your syrupy pussy. Each delicious thrust creating a soft shlick that filled the room. His enormous sandpaper hands gripping your hips beneath your fluffy skirt like they were the only stable things in a hurricane.

“Mmmm ya hear that? She’s singing to me.” You respond with a sweet, quiet moan and your nails scarring his flesh raw.

“Too big!”

Your messy walls are clenching around his shaft like it’s the only thing they know how to do. “Sh-shit sweet girl.

“You wanted this fucking shit so here the fuck you go. You like being fucked like a bitch in heat at your workplace don’t you?” He hissed at the way his tip prodded your cervix. Warm and tight.

Your orgasm hits you like a jet plane. Your cunt convulses dramatically before he’s already releasing sticky ribbons of cum in your womb. But he rides you both through it, grinding his hips against your swollen clit, making you gasp in his ear.

“Maybe I should use this pussy as a way to torture my opponents huh?”

imagine doing that tiktok trend with yuji where you set your phone up, run as fast as you can like your life depends on it, and see how long it takes for your boyfriend to catch you.

and when you explain it to him he just shrugs with a gentle little smile and says, “sure, babe. sounds fun.” because your sweet boy would do anything you ask him to.

so with your phone propped up, you quickly hit the record button, then break into a sprint while yuji waits with his hands in his pockets, watching you closely and counting to ten like you told him to.

and you keep count in your head, too. to make sure he’s not cheating of course.

but it’s something about seeing you run from him that entices him in a way he doesn’t expect. makes a delicious anticipation bubble inside him, makes his jaw clench. his lips take to a smirk once he realizes that’s what you wanted, and then he takes a breath.

“ten.”

he takes off immediately, a little dirt kicked up in his absence from how powerfully his foot launched him into motion.

and you’re a mess of giggles as you run, heart beating against your ribcage because you know it won’t be long. you don’t bother looking back, you know you can’t outrun him.

you haven’t even blinked twice when a pair of strong arms snake themselves around your middle and he’s got you caged in the air with a low grunt, your backside pressed against his chest, feet kicking and flailing as you squeal between laughter for him to let you go. his hold only tightens further, biceps flexing with a little more effort when you squirm. his hands are locked on his forearms that bind you to him, ensuring you won’t be going anywhere.

you can feel the rapid thumping of his heartbeat, the heat of his body and it makes you pull your bottom lip under your teeth. there’s no need to wonder if this excited him as much as it did you, because you can feel it.

it’s exhilarating, to say the least. you’re completely out of breath, and just as you expected, he’d barely even made an effort.

the sharp of yuji’s canines gently nip at the shell of your ear to make your breath catch in that way he likes, his voice low and smoldering, yet sending a shiver down your spine when he whispers,

“got ya.”

.

.

.

you’d been married for two years to a man who spent more time at the office than he did with you. big house, shiny ring, empty bed. the kind of lonely that settled deep in your chest and made every quiet afternoon feel endless. your husband had just hired the new pool boy—toji fushiguro, ex-con with a body carved from pure trouble and a stare that made your thighs clench.

the first time you saw him shirtless, sweat sliding down the hard planes of his abs and those thick, scarred pecs, you couldn’t look away. he caught you staring from the kitchen window and smirked like he already knew exactly how wet you were. for two weeks you played this game—bringing him cold drinks in tiny sundresses, bending over slowly, letting the hem ride up your thighs while he worked. he never said much, but his eyes said everything.

your husband left for a three-day business trip that morning. he kissed your cheek quickly and told you not to wait up. the second his car disappeared down the driveway, you changed into the skimpiest white bikini you owned, the one that barely covered anything.

toji was already there when you stepped outside, muscles flexing as he hauled equipment. he straightened up slowly, green eyes dragging over your barely-covered body like he wanted to devour you.

“pool looks good,” you said softly, handing him a fresh towel.

“yeah?” his voice was low and rough. “your husband payin’ me to clean the water… or to keep his pretty little wife entertained while he’s gone playin’ big shot?”

heat flooded through you. you stepped closer, letting your fingers brush over his sweaty chest. “maybe both.”

that was all it took.

toji grabbed your waist and yanked you flush against him, mouth crashing down on yours in a filthy, hungry kiss. his tongue pushed past your lips like he owned you, big hands squeezing your ass hard as he ground his already-hard cock against your stomach. he tasted like salt and smoke and pure sin.

“been eyein’ this married pussy since day one,” he growled against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “husband not fuckin’ you right, huh? that’s why you’re out here drippin’ for the help.”

he shoved your bikini top down roughly, exposing your tits to the open air. his mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the sensitive bud. two thick fingers shoved your bikini bottoms aside and sank straight into your dripping cunt without warning, curling instantly against that spot that made your knees buckle.

“fuck, so wet,” he laughed darkly, pumping his fingers faster, adding a third and stretching you open. his thumb rubbed rough circles on your clit until your legs shook. you came hard on his hand within minutes, moaning loudly as your pussy clenched and gushed around his fingers.

but toji wasn’t done. he spun you around and bent you over the outdoor couch, yanking your bottoms down to your ankles. you heard him free his cock before he rubbed the fat head along your slick folds.

“gonna ruin this tight little hole,” he grunted, then thrust in deep in one brutal stroke.

you cried out at the stretch. he was so fucking big, splitting you open wider than your husband ever had. toji didn’t give you time to adjust. he started pounding into you hard and fast, hips slamming against your ass with loud, wet slaps that echoed across the backyard. every thrust knocked the breath out of you, his heavy balls smacking against your clit.

“take it. take every fuckin’ inch,” he groaned, one hand fisting your hair while the other smacked your ass red. “this what you’ve been creamin’ over every time i’m out here sweatin’? your husband’s tiny dick can’t reach this deep, can it?”

you moaned louder, pushing back to meet his thrusts. he fucked you like that for what felt like forever, switching angles until he was grinding right against your g-spot. you came again with a broken sob, pussy fluttering wildly around his thick cock, but he just kept railing you through it, hips never slowing.

he pulled out suddenly, flipped you onto your back on the wide lounge chair, and dropped to his knees. his mouth attacked your pussy like a man starved—tongue fucking deep into your hole while two fingers rubbed your clit fast and messy. he sucked on your swollen clit until your back arched and you squirted on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head as you screamed.

“good fuckin’ girl,” he growled, climbing back up and shoving your legs over his shoulders. he folded you in half and slammed back inside, even deeper at this angle. his pace was punishing, cock dragging against every sensitive spot as sweat dripped from his chest onto yours.

“ah—s-so big, toji.”

“gonna fill this cheating cunt,” he panted, eyes wild and dark. “pump you so full of my cum it’ll still be leaking out when your husband gets home.”

he fucked you through another orgasm, then pulled out and made you ride him right there on the grass. his hands bruised your hips as he bucked up wildly, forcing you to take every inch while your tits bounced. you rode him until your thighs burned, coming twice more before he flipped you again.

he took you against the cool glass of the sliding door next, your tits pressed flat to the surface while he railed you from behind. one big hand wrapped around your throat, the other rubbed your overstimulated clit as he ground deep.

“what if he comes home early?” toji taunted, voice rough against your ear. “wants to watch his perfect wife gettin’ destroyed by the pool boy? bet he’d cry seein’ how hard you come on my cock.”

“d-don’t say that—fuck,” you moaned.

you came again just from his filthy words, clenching so tight he groaned and spilled inside you for the first time—thick, hot ropes flooding your pussy. but he didn’t stop. he kept fucking his cum deeper, then pulled out only to push you down onto all fours on the grass and mount you again like an animal.

he fucked you slower this time but just as deep, one hand reaching around to play with your clit while he ground against your ass. you lost count of how many times you came—everything blurred into wet, obscene sounds. his low grunts, your hoarse moans, and the constant slap of skin on skin.

by the time the sun started to set, you were shaking, covered in bite marks, bruises on your hips and ass, voice completely wrecked. cum leaked down your thighs in messy streams.

toji carried you inside like you weighed nothing and bent you over the kitchen island for one last round. this time he went slower, almost teasing, dragging his thick cock in and out while whispering filthy praise against your ear.

“this ain’t a one-time thing,” he murmured, grinding deep. “you text me whenever that limp-dick husband leaves the house. i’ll come take care of more than just the pool. this pussy belongs to me now.”

he kissed your shoulder almost gently as he came again, flooding you with another load before finally pulling out. he watched with dark satisfaction as his cum dripped down your legs onto the floor.

“same time tomorrow?” he asked, tucking himself back into his shorts with that signature smirk.

you could only nod weakly, already aching for more.

sucking off streamer!choso while he’s on stream >.<

Choso had been ignoring you all day.

He promised his friend, streamer!Satoru said that he’d complete the 24-hour gaming challenge he proposed to him a few weeks ago, meaning he has been ignoring you for the past 24 hours.

And it was quite literally driving you insane.

You quietly walk into Choso's gaming room, making sure to avoid the eyesight of camera that was on at his desk.

Choso is playing with his lip piercings as he plays his game with his other hand. He’s playing some random shooter game while murmuring curses under his breath. Something about how these other players don’t have good strategy.

You slowly get onto your knees and nudge Choso's knees apart. Choso instantly notices, of course. His leg twitched the moment you got on your knees.

You slowly pull his sweatpants down, revealing his hardening cock, which smacks against his stomach.

You take his now hard cock into your hand, and you spit once onto it, making your spit act as lubricant.

You give him a few slow pumps before leaning down to suck on the tip.

Choso stops playing with his piercings and snakes his hand into your hair.

He starts pushing you down slowly as he continues playing his game with one hand. People in his chat stream keep asking if he’s okay; one asked why he’s blushing, and another asked why he keeps dying in the game.

You let him push your head down with ease. You start to lick the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock before completely swallowing him.

Choso suddenly lets out a cough, trying to cover up the groan he almost let out.

Choso suddenly tenses up once you swallow him; he smacks his legs together, leaving you suffocating between his beefy thighs. Choso’s hot seed spurts into your throat. You immediately prepare yourself to swallow every drop.

You knew Choso didn’t normally last long, but shit, this was probably the fastest he’s ever came.

After a bit, you pull off. You’re about to get up to clean him up, but suddenly, a bing comes through his speakers, notifying Choso that someone sent a donation.

The chat bot reads out the message.

@kikichooseviltwin sent $20.

Message attachment: Does anyone else hear gagging sounds?

Oh, fuck.

A/N: me? posting multiple times a day? damn

you and satoru had been best friends forever—the kind where you knew every stupid secret, every late-night vent session, and every failed situationship. lately, though, his complaints had shifted. there were no more goofy stories about some girl blowing him in the back of his car. instead, it was frustrated groans over facetime, him sprawled on his expensive sheets with that blindfold half off, whining about how nothing worked anymore.

“dunno what’s wrong, babe. they’re hot, they’re into it, but my dick just… won’t cooperate. it’s embarrassing as hell.”

you laughed it off at first, teasing him about being a slut who finally burned out his system. but the more he brought it up, the more it ate at you. satoru—your satoru, the guy who used to get hard from a strong breeze—suddenly couldn’t perform? it didn’t sit right.

so you did what any good best friend would do. you ordered some strong boner pills online with discreet packaging, crushed one up, and slipped it into his favorite energy drink the next time he came over for movie night. just a little help, you told yourself. he’d thank you later.

except it backfired—hard.

halfway through the movie, his leg started bouncing. you noticed the flush creeping up his neck and the way his breathing grew heavier. he kept shifting on the couch, trying to hide the massive bulge straining against his gray sweatpants. you pretended not to see, but your stomach flipped.

“satoru? you okay?”

he turned to you slowly, those impossibly blue eyes darker than usual, pupils blown wide. “what the fuck did you do?”

your heart dropped. “w-what?”

he laughed, low and shaky, but there was no humor in it. “don’t play dumb. i can taste it in the drink, you sneaky little shit. viagra? really?”

before you could even apologize or explain, he was on you. long fingers gripped your thighs as he yanked you under him so fast the remote clattered to the floor. his mouth crashed against yours—messy and desperate—his tongue pushing in like he was starving. you gasped into the kiss, and he swallowed it, grinding his rock-hard cock against your core through your thin shorts.

“been dealing with this shit for weeks,” he growled against your lips, voice wrecked. “and you just—fuck—you just decide to drug me? bad fucking girl.”

you tried to say sorry, but it came out as a whimper when he ripped your shorts down with zero patience and no teasing. two thick fingers shoved inside you without warning, curling meanly against that spot that made your back arch off the couch. you were already wet—your traitorous body—but he didn’t care about being gentle. he scissored you open fast, thumb brutal on your clit, eyes locked on your face the whole time.

“look at you. dripping for your best friend. you wanted this, didn’t you? wanted to see if the pills would work on me.”

he pulled his fingers out, shoved his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. it was flushed dark, veiny, leaking at the tip, and terrifyingly hard—bigger than you had imagined in all those secret late-night thoughts. he didn’t give you time to breathe. he lined up and slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

you cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. he was so deep it hurt in the best way, stretching you open and pressing right against your cervix. satoru moaned loudly, forehead dropping to yours, hips already snapping erratically.

“so fucking tight—shit, baby. this pussy’s sucking me in.”

there was nothing coordinated about it. he fucked you like a man possessed, hips pistoning wildly, the obscene sound of skin slapping skin filling your living room. the couch creaked dangerously beneath you. every thrust punched the air out of your lungs. he grabbed your legs, folding you in half with your ankles by your ears so he could drive even deeper.

“satoru—ahh—slow down, fuck—”

“can’t,” he panted, teeth sinking into your neck and sucking a dark mark. “feels too good. been so fucking long. this pussy—god, it’s perfect. made for me.”

he flipped you suddenly, pulling out just long enough to manhandle you onto your hands and knees. he was back inside before you could whine at the loss, pounding you from behind even harder. one hand fisted in your hair while the other slapped your ass and gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. it was chaotic and relentless, like he couldn’t control himself.

you came first, clenching around him so tight your vision whited out, moaning his name like a prayer. he didn’t stop. he just fucked you through it, groaning at the way you pulsed around his cock.

“again,” he demanded, reaching around to rub your clit roughly. “gimme another one. wanna feel it.”

you did—twice more—before he finally let himself go. his thrusts turned sloppy and erratic, hips stuttering as he buried himself deep and came with a broken moan, flooding you with hot spurts that leaked out around his cock.

even then, he didn’t pull out. he collapsed over your back, still hard inside you, grinding lazy little circles.

“we’re not done,” he whispered against your ear, voice hoarse. “those pills aren’t wearing off anytime soon, princess. you’re gonna take care of your best friend all night, yeah?”

you could only whimper in response as he started moving again—slower this time, but just as deep—already building back up to that chaotic pace.

cw: slight breeding kink, semi-public sêx, p in v (unprotected), oral (f receiveing)

req

The cool night breeze from the city’s air wafts through the window, kissing the soft flesh of your bare thighs. You’ve been in the study hall for what seems like days. Though the real question is, were you actually studying? You currently have a physics exam around the corner that’s worth your whole semester grade.

Yet what are you doing?

Soaking through your pretty cotton panties beneath your skirt. Your boyfriend ryomen, whom you’re not even supposed to be with, has been brutally tantalizing you all week.

Every day all lecture, when he’d catch you staring, he’d immediately grab his crotch and make some nasty pussy gesture with those thick fingers of his.

And absolutely nobody would notice him.

Or when the halls are crowded, he’d appear behind you, grope your ass, then disappear like some fucking psycho. Sometimes when he pulled that shit, you’d get ‘lucky’ and he might moan pornographically in your right ear.

Either way, this high-school malarkey he had going on still had you where you are now.

Your leg shook violently as you try to comprehend the thick textbook that was displaying nonsense.

You try everything to get at least a fraction of your attention. Grabbing a quick coffee, eating a shit-ton of fruit, and even trying medication.

Yet it all ended in you with your eyebrows knit together, trying not to think of your boyfriend as you soak through your cute outfit.

And you hated the fact that just maybe, a quick fuck might resolve all of this.

bzzzt

Your phone lights up happily.

Ryomen.

ryo <33: wya

you: huh? i’m studying. where r u?

ryo <33: i’m here where are u

you: here? u mean my dorm? im at the study hall although a little context here would be sweet…

ryo <33: ok im here

you look up for a second. nothing. a vibration tingles in your hand.

ryo <33: english professor is gone for the night. left her office unlocked

you: fuck are you in there rn????

ryo <33: yea so come on u know where its at

you: omw

you hop up out of your seat packing your stuff away in which it probably won’t be used for a while. you check your surroundings once more.

Your pupils widen.

your boyfriend’s familiar sleek, black porsche winks at you under the moonlight through the tall windows.

Your clit aches painfully.

you dart to the second floor in a flash. You spot the office and approach it cautiously, nervous that this is just some prank. The door clicks shut behind you.

There he is—your boyfriend, legs spread wide in that swivel chair behind the polished hardwood desk, phone glowing between his hands like he pays all the bills and tuitions on campus.

The soft gleam of his piercings catches the light, twinkling like tiny promises, daring you to come closer.

A tight black shirt hugs his thick, tattooed biceps and chest. That girly pink truffle of hair all dishelved like he ran his fingers through it too many times. This not only has your clit pulsing, but now your drooling hole.

Just all muscles and bossy at that. He was so ridiculously handsome it almost pissed you off.

you whisper his name softly in an attempt not to startle him but his head snaps up anyways. He clicks on the little lamp on the desk to hold a better view of your pretty face.

“fuck ryo. why the hell are you in here.”

He doesn’t answer.

Can’t. Too mesmerized. You look like a complete doll—mascara making your already big eyes pop. A tight, soft pink button-up tank clung to you, a laced cream camisole peeking out from underneath, while a frilly denim skirt hugged your hips just right.

You scoff, “Well earth to you.”

“Fuck.” A thumb swipes at his lips. “What’s your problem.” He says it like a command. Your eyes narrow. Pretty glossed lips forming into a pout.

“Oh don’t start that shit.” He groaned. Either way his cock chubbed up from your adorable attempt at being angry and the way you looked like you were gonna stomp one of those pink flats against the carpet any second.

“ryo you’ve been at it with this filthy shit all week.” You plop into the seat beside him, clenching your thighs together.

He notices.

“But if it was me pulling this shit it would’ve been hell raised in all it’s glory, and me being called a whore.”

His eyes roll like a middle school girl’s. “The fuck? We would’ve been fucked.”

“Do you only think with your cock? Are the allegations true? You can’t beat them?”

You nudge him. hard. He hisses through tight teeth.

“S-Shit—you’re just mad you can’t lock in this semester because you’re too busy soaking through those tight ass panties, trying not to run out of class and rub that pussy because i’m just sooooo good at wrapping you around my—“

SMACK!

A strike right to his cheek. Oh how you hate that he’s right. But it’s been so painful and this is what you come to.

“Fuck it! You win! I’m done—don’t even think about texting me for the rest of the mo—“

But as soon as you begin to stand a leg snakes out from under the desk extracting a yelp from your throat as you tumble right into ryomen’s lap. You don’t even try to protest, you just wanted him so badly.

“Fuck you!” You groan.

He adjusts you in his lap so that you’re straddling him. A hand is braced on your chin roughly, forming your lips into a pucker as he forces you to look at him. The cool metal of his rings stings your flesh.

“Yeah I do win, and winners get prizes, so stop acting like a bitch and let me make it up to you.”

This was so petty. Were you really upset with him because he’s just been tantalizing you?

It could’ve been worse than that.

Judging by the fact that it's fucking sukuna.

“Fine. Just make it quic-“

The man also has zero patience.

He strongly refuses to let you finish a thought before acting. Now he’s got you laid out on the cool desk, soaked panties already balled up in his pocket as he starts sucking on your greedy clit, peaking from her hood.

His huge hands tangle themselves in your tiny skirt, wrinkling it and twisting it every which way.

“Fuck she’s beautiful.”

He pops back up checking on you. You’re writhing and arching on your english professor’s desk, soft moans slipping from their spot in your throat.

“We shouldn’t—haaah—do this—!” Your hips buck into his pierced nose, he moans straight into your cunt, the vibrations knocking the wind out your lungs, causing your pussy to gush more around his lips. “Just shut the fuck up and enjoy it.”

He laps up every drop of slick and slime your hole leaks out for him. His pretty tongue piercing only triples the overstimulation by abusing your swollen labia.

“r-ryo! when’d you get that?” Your eyebrows knit together, pupils blown wide. A hysterical laugh rumbles deep through his chest. “Doesn’t matter. Jus’ got it for this.”

His hips crash into the firm, wood desk as he tries to soothe the painful boner resting in his pants, like he’s the one being ate out to another galaxy. The tongue piercing was obviously the last thing on his mind.

Just as a dark spot begins blooming in the soft cotton of his gray sweats, he pulls away from your puffy cunt. A faint line of saliva and slick connects his lips to your entrance and your body convulses like it’s offended from the loss of touch.

Your skimpy frilled skirt is now bunched around your hips as your boyfriend palms his fat cock mindlessly.

Your hands scramble to the edge of the desk knocking off the family pictures and souvenirs your professor had there like they never held a place in this world.

The warmth of his tip begins to slowly pop into your essence like he’s savoring every inch.

“You really don’t care, do you?” he lets out a low, disbelieving chuckle—cut short when a framed photo of a smiling baby girl slips, nearly striking his foot.

You shake your head quickly, almost frantically, like the motion alone might say everything you can’t.

“Bet you would if it were our baby.”

You breathe out a moan. or a gasp. “c-can’t say that ryo.”

“Fuck yeah you would. Wanna bet?” His pace grows uncontrollably and you could’ve sworn a nail popped in the desk.

“r-ryo, we’re in college.” You attempt to roll your eyes but they shut involuntarily when his cock kissed your sweet, divine spot twice in a row.

“She’d be so fucking cute.” Yeah, no shit she would, judging by how stupidly handsome he is.

Sweat slips down his temple as he studies you, vermillion eyes low and fixed—too focused, too intense, like he’s already decided something.

His fingers are firmly pressed against both sides of your waist. With each thrust, his thick crotch presses directly into your swollen clit. Something inexplainable bubbles in your core, and your cunt begins squeezing his shaft like she’s holding on for dear life.

“F-Fuck ryo! m’gonna—!”

“Shhhhhhh baby I know…” his pace turns into slow long rolls of his hips like he’s chasing your orgasm away.

He leans down slow, his beefy arms wrapping around you and pulling you flush against him, right hand cradling your head.

His lips ghost over your cheek, then your jaw, trailing down your neck in a slow, teasing line until he reaches your collarbone. He doesn’t rush—like he’s got all the time in the world.

Then he pauses, gazing down at you through those thick lashes with those handsome eyebrows drawn low.

Two clean slits sit pretty there and you haven’t noticed them until now.

He shifts closer, his chest brushing yours, and dips his head to your ear. His grip tightens just a little as he whispers something low, something meant only for you.

“P-please—i-i’m gonna—we’re gonna get caught.” you breathe trying to halt your whimpers.

“S’okay baby, door’s locked. I think. Go ahead.” Your walls tighten around his shaft, his head collapses as he floods your womb with pearly white cum.

Your cunt spasms dramatically, struggling to hold his heavy load. You arch into him and he just groans loudly into the curve of your neck. He eventually lifts his head fawning over the way your mascara streaked your cheeks.

“made such a fucking mess. poor janitor. poor professor.” He strokes your cheek like you’re professor.

“would’ve conceived a baby in her office if you weren’t on those damn pills now that I think about it.” He spat like it was posion on his tongue.

He really fucked you stupid if you forgot about birth control that fast.

It was extremely late, and an important physics exam was creeping your way. But yet you told yourself it was nothing when your confusing, big-brained boyfriend satoru had begged to be at your side helping you study for some reason.

He made up some nonsense excuse for why he begged you so hard. Either way, it didn’t matter. You needed to pass the damn thing, so what could possibly go wrong besides failure?

Everything, thats what.

here you are, sitting at your pretty vanity as a makeshift desk while satoru rants about the steps of newton’s second law of motion.

At least thats what you think he’s ranting about. Of course you wouldn’t just be wasting his time ogling at how ridiculously handsome he currently looks in that tight, expensive maroon polo, and how his sweet arabian cologne is currently numbing your senses with those thick frames resting between his eyes.

You try, you really do. But nothing that is pouring out of that mouth of his is comprehending to you. So instead you react exactly he wanted you to. Your eyebrows knit tight together, thighs pressed close, and those glassy lips fold into a pout as he walks you through an equation with flowery language.

“So here, our primary concern is finding acceleration, due to a confluence of contributing factors the 50 N force is angled which means the objective is to part them into-”

You groan in frustration. Trying to hold back the tears pathetically welling up in your eyes because all you wanted was to past the exam.

Your cheeks burned. “T-Toru i can’t.”

His head tilts like a golden retriever’s.

“I’m sorry i just don’t know what you’re saying. its been almost 2 hours and i can’t just sit here and say ‘mhm’ when nothing is getting to my brain.”

He just giggles like it’s all a joke. Watching the way your eyes get all glossy and how hot your face got the same way he was explaining the equation to you.

Exactly how he wanted you.

“You don’t say..?” The pen swinging around between his fingers clicks shut, and falls to his textbook with a thud. Your fingers mindlessly roll the cute buttons on your blouse.

“It’s just—when you talk like that it’s hard for me to me to understand.”

At this point your body is on fire and something is already bubbling up in your core. Your clothed cunt is rousing itself up, drooling all over your favorite pair of panties beneath your pencil skirt.

“oh i can make it easier.” he rubs his manspread thighs before patting them gently.

“Sit.”

Your toes curl in your ballerina flats like slugs being attacked with salt. “toru we shouldn’t…”

His eyes narrow making them look like blue slits.

“don’t act like i don’t know exactly what’s happening underneath that skirt.”

Always right. Always certain.

You rise slowly shuffling towards his excited lap before lowering your plush ass right above his painful boner.

“Legs up,” and you oblige without a second thought, so eager to wrap yourself in something so filthy.

His fingers snake down from the curve of your hips into the waistband of your lacy panties beneath your skirt. He hums lightly in great amusement.

“pathetic.”

Your body shivers at the new feeling of his fingers gliding up and down your soaked panties before fully dipping in and drawing tight circles on your clit.

“h-hnngh—toru, they might—” a tight pinch to your pearly clit breaches your whole body, short circuiting your brain cells.

“don’t worry about such things, and do me a favor yeah?” he presses a delicate kiss to your pierced earlobe, finally plunging his thick digits inside your sappy cunt which sends you head jolting against his neck.

“m’gonna read out these words from our lecture, and i want you to tell me the definition, okay?”

The vibrations of his buttery voice travel straight through your canal to your pussy.

Sweetened wet sounds engulf the whole room, while he works one hand with your sloppy cunt and the other one flipping through the notebook on the vanity.

“Ready pretty girl?” you nod haphazardly, eager to cum already. “That’s it, now m’gonna cover your eyes so you can’t cheat alright?” His pumping finger slow their pace to massage that spongy spot deliciously slow.

“Angular velocity.”

he hums like the word was a sin on his tongue.

“mm—mph—r-rate of rotation..!” You feel his lips form into a smirk against your neck.

“You got it dolly.” He purrs rewarding you with a sloppy thrust, as your nails dig into the armrest.

“Law of conservation of motion.”

“mnngh—every—every action has an equal or opposite r-reaction.” your lips press together, tension building as excitement and uncertainty blur your vision together.

“oh buttercup that’s newton’s third law of energy. Incorrect.” And like any other bastard, he snatched his hands out your weeping cunt and dragged the pads of his middle and ring finger down your slit annoyingly slow.

You whine pornographically when he smacks your hand away at your attempt to massage your clit yourself.

He knew well you didn’t know that one. During the last lecture, he’d taken note on what terms you paid attention to and which ones you squinted your eyes at.

Such a dick.

Your chest heaved eyes fluttering shut as you tried to think of a definition as your boyfriend abused your pussy from behind. You could tell he was fighting his orgasm just by rutting his hips into your back as the helpless swivel chair begged for forgiveness beneath your weights.

“Every—mmgh—reactions has an equal or opposite reaction.” You peered at his face in the vanity mirror as his snowy brows dropped low.

“Bimbos don’t get to cum at a wrong answer.” He cooed pinching your fat pearl instead.

“Get the next one wrong, no orgasm for your pretty pussy. Don’t think you’d wanna let her down, no?” The frown on his pretty face only curdled more.

“H-aaah—no! S’toru please—”

“s’what I thought.” A shit-eating grin crawled up his lips.

“Inertia.”

His fingers curl just right as if testing to see if you’d cry his name or the answer. Your cunt braces around his hand like she’s looking for more stimulation.

“Tendency of a—a object to stay at rest—!” A cocky laugh tears out of his throat, fingers moving so fast that it almost starts to feel like a vibration. His glasses fogged up so much that it looked like he couldn’t see at all.

“That’s right pretty thing, you wanna cum now huh..?” You can only nod and hum eagerly. Your face is so scrunched that the muscles start aching and twitching helplessly.

His warm breath brushes your ears while his chest heaves heavily against your back. Without warning his name spills out of your mouth accompanied by breathy cursing.

Your cunt tightens around his digits, spilling silky rivulets of slick down his wrists onto the denim of his jeans. It hits you like a tank engine and all he does is chuckle behind you.

Your hands scramble to the armrests like its the only thing on earth grounding you.

“Did sooo so good for me pumpkin, if you pass i’ll fuck you in the professor’s office afterwards.”