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much love,
satsuguru ♡︎
thinking about nanami coming home after a long day of work, tie loosened, and hair slightly disheveled. he’s tired— it’s been far too long without seeing you.
he misses you.
he’s also painfully aware that you won’t be home until 5:30, which gives him about thirty minutes of absolute boredom. he goes to your shared bedroom, plopping his suitcase onto the bed with a heavy sigh.
changing, eating, and pouring himself a cup of coffee, he leaves himself with 20 minutes. great.
he rolls onto your side of the bed, the scent of you immediately overwhelming his nose. his hips move on their own, creating a friction between his cock and the sheets.
grabbing your pillow, he brings it up to him to burry his face into, letting out a loud groan after smelling you again. he’s leaking at this point, tip leaking with pre, and smearing onto his boxers. it’s wet, it’s messy— he needs more of you.
he tries thinking about fucking you, your right cunt wrapping around his cock as he has you bent over his desk. eating you out after a long day of work, your hips grinding onto his tongue.
his hips stutter, cum spilling out of his cock, into his boxers.
way to make a mess, kento.
nanami needed to clean up before you got here, and fast. he realizes he spend far too long indulging in his fantasies, that now you would be home any minute.
a throat clears, and a voice follows,
“you couldn’t have waited until i got home, ken?”
shit.
Can we get more sub! abby????
yeah we can, because who doesn’t love sub!abby?
it’s no secret that she loves being praised by you— if it be out on a run, training together, or even casually speaking to one another; she loves it no matter what.
from simple sentences to long conversations of her achievements (although she isn’t one to brag), she allows you to go on and on about her success throughout life, especially now after the breakout.
“yeah, abby’s super strong, she could probably lift more than you.”
“abby helped me today with a clicker while we were out this morning— if she wasn’t there i wouldn’t have even noticed it!”
“abs, you did amazing working out today, you deserve an extra serving at dinner later.”
she won’t admit that her clit twitches a little every time you praise her.
she won’t admit that her pussy leaks at the thought of you praising her some more.
so, you typically have to pry it out of her.
one of your hands over her mouth, the other in its rightful place directly on her puffy clit— this is how it always was.
“tell me abs, d’you like when i praise you? or are you wet like this all the time?”
a muffled moan escapes her, eyes lidded, and hips stuttering as you press gentle pressure onto her clit. she refuses. she is not going to outright admit it, damned how obvious it may be.
“not gonna tell me? fine, i’ll fuck it out of you.”
classmate!gojo part 3!
classmate!gojo who has been watching you from afar for the past week now. His eyes are always gravitating towards you in class, trying to catch any other possible connection. He’s try so hard to convince himself that you’re not his mystery girl, but at this point he should just accept it. The photo of your nails was proof enough, not to mention how much of a rush you were in. Neither of you have texted or exchanged photos since then, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t driving him crazy. Every single day since then he can’t get you off of his mind, getting so hard from the thought of you that he has to sneak away to rub one out to your pictures or videos. He just can’t help himself.
He watches you in class, in the cafe area, even sees you walking on campus, doing normal things. He would have never guessed in a million years you were the one he sought after so badly. You hide it so well. But he knows deep down under that good girl persona you have, there’s a slut waiting to caught, waiting to be fucked and used like you told him all those times over text. He’ll make you break. He sees you sitting on a bench on campus just scrolling through your phone, knowing this is the perfect time to execute his plan.
He finally breaks contact, sending you a video he took of himself last night.
gojo: i miss you
it was simple, but he was hoping it’d work. He watches intently, a small smile spreading across your face, though he’s unsure if it’s because of him
gojo: send me something, yeah? miss seeing you, baby
and like clock work, he sees you get up, heading towards the bathrooms inside one of the campus buildings. What else to do but follow. He sees you slip into the bathroom, and now he finally has you where he wants you.
you enter the bathroom, riddled with excitement that he finally texted you. Maybe he didn’t catch on that you were the one sending him photos. Good, it means you can have more fun. You enter the stall, replaying the video of him jerking off, putting the phone close to your ear so you can his moans. You smile, your hands finding themselves under your skirt, rubbing your clit through your clothed pussy. Little do you know he’s standing right outside the door, waiting for you.
You unbutton your shirt and grab onto your tits, massaging them in your hand while you send him a video. Quickly, you send him another of your wet panties, still rubbing your clit.
you: missed you too. can you tell?
and gojo can’t believe it when he receives the videos, chuckling to himself at how slutty you can be. He saves the videos nonetheless and puts his phone back in his pocket, the bathroom door opening, you walking out, completely caught off guard. Your heart thumps against your chest, mouth hanging open like you want to say something but nothing is coming out. All you know is that you can’t stop staring at him. He’s smirking at you, eyeing like a piece of candy as he moves closer towards you, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “I know you’re little secret.” You’re frozen, unable to do a thing. You couldn’t even deny it at this point. “Give em to me,” he demands.
“W-what?” You blink, voice barely above a whisper. He moves back, a smug smile on his stupidly pretty face. God, he smells so good. And his whispering? You’re even more wet than before. He knows what he’s doing to you.
“Your cute little panties. Give them to me.” He’s so casual about it and makes you even more nervous yet more intrigued. You turn to go back into the bathroom but he grabs your arm. “No, no, no. Do it right here.”
“But—” you look around to see if anyone else is around.
“What? Scared of getting caught? Sure weren’t thinking about that when you sent me all these videos and pictures. So, hand them over.” He watches as you slightly bend over, reaching under your skirt and gently pulling your panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. You sheepishly pick them up, they’re coated in your slick, an embarrassing sight. He grabs them from you, chuckling at the wet stain. “Wasn’t so hard, right?” He shoves them into his back pocket.You shake your head no, unable to keep eye contact with him. All the confidence you had over text has completely disappeared in the presence of him. What were you even thinking? He’s Gojo Satoru. “Thank you for these, baby.” He steps closer towards you, cornering you against the wall. “Send me something else later on tonight. Oh, and make sure to stop hiding that pretty face of yours too, okay? I wanna see everything.” He grabs your chin, tilting it up so you were looking at him.
“Why don’t you just fuck me already? We’ve both been waiting long enough,” you abruptly ask. It was taking everything in you not to drop on your knees and let him fuck your face.
“I can fuck you right here if I wanted to. You know how’ve riled up you’ve gotten me for all these weeks? I get so hard thinking about you that it hurts. I can’t fucking cum if it doesn’t involve you. You’ve taken over my mind, made me go on this chase to figure out who you were. So, if I wanna make you wait a little more, then I’ll fucking do it.” He gritted his teeth, gripping your chin slightly tighter. “Remember, only good girls get rewarded.” He smirked, pulling away from you before walking out of the building like nothing happened.
oh my days.
thinking about nanami and suguru using you!
kento and geto are patient men— typically. they’re always quick to strip you of your clothes, accidentally ripping or tearing them in the process, but they promise to buy you new ones.
the blonde takes your mouth, studying it carefully with his tongue, lips moving deftly against yours. his hands roaming your body, them thinking quicker than his brain.
as all of that so innocently happens, suguru is immediately to your cunt, pressing soft kisses over your clit before licking a long stripe onto it.
he tries to stay as calm as possible, but finds that difficult as he gets a real taste of you— tongue messily lapping at your pussy and large hands gripping angrily at your thighs
they’re far too busy to even say a word, the only thing heard is groans and grunts from the men, and small, panting breaths from you.
it isn’t something you mind either, they’re making you feel too good to respond even if they did talk.
the first time you ask nanami to put his hand around your neck, you're high off pleasure and he dismisses it as babbling from your orgasm. the second time you ask him to put his hand around your neck, he frowns a bit, not wanting to hurt you—but shelves to do more research on how he can give you what you want safely. the third time?
the third time, you just so happen to catch him when the world seems to have it out for him. he comes home silently angry, and while he is a firm believer of keeping work at the front door, you can tell he's more than just a bit miffed. your 'after work massage' leads to you sat pretty on his lap, tie half pulled from around his neck and his fat cock straining in his slacks just from the kisses you share.
it starts as a large hand cupping the side of your jaw. you lean into the warmth, thinking the gesture sweet. you knew he probably didn't want anything rough tonight, and you were more than happy to help him come down from his stressful day of work. he hums in appreciation and the sound sinks all the way down to rest in your stomach.
then his big hand slides down to cup your entire jaw, gradually taking control of the kiss. it gets needier, muffled moans and soft gasps of pleasure. you don't even notice your rocking in his lap until he groans lowly, the sound making you shudder with want. his hand dips down to your throat, his thumb smoothing down the expanse of skin.
your eyes fly open when his hand fully wraps around your throat.
he meets your widen gaze with a half lidded one of his own, his eyes searching your for discomfort. you're so turned on, clit as hard as steel at just the weight of his hand. your mind begins to run a mile a minute, thinking sinful thoughts of hardened pressure around your throat as his thick cock rams into the deepest parts of you over and over again, pawing at his veined grip as cum fills your hole up until you're sure it takes—
"darling?" the sound of his low voice snaps you back to reality, blinking owlishly until he comes back into clear vision. his free hand thumbs at your cheek with approval when you focus on him, and it's enough to soak your panties already. "is this okay?"
you can tell he's holding back. ensuring your safety first before anything, and the thought makes you warm all over. but your pussy won't stop clenching at the thought of him having his way with you, using you as proper stress relief, and from the way his cock keeps twitching in his pants, you can tell he's not far off, either.
"want you to use me, kento." his breath hitches in his throat, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your lips. your hands move to wrap around his singular wrist, looking at him through your lashes. "use me until you feel better."
his grip tightens up a fraction and you moan. permission granted.
ohhh oh yes
