Here I Lay Me Down - S.r.

002-clinically insane

ex!suna rintarou x singer!reader

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more of this SMAU bc i have no social life WOO

so apparently according to my past self neither osamu nor atsumu have ever been in a relationship with a sane person

they just like their girls a little bit insane

y/n loves flirting with omi even if he never reciprocates, she does it to mess with his brother

atsumu is 100% against her dating his best friend after seeing how it turned out when she dated osamus best friend

y/n hasnt visited the twins apartment in a year because shes scared shell run into suna

im trying to make atsumu a lovable brother, because everyone always makes him annoying and i love atsumu :(

osamu changed the topic to his ex on purpose, he knew suna would get really sulky if they started talking about y/n in a serious way

y/n is a bit cray cray but its okay cause suna luvs it

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i wanna write a tom riddle story so bad, but i know that i won’t ever finish my jason fic if i do, or maybe i will, who knows

[11:16 PM] Sakusa Kiyoomi

It's been a while since I last posted about Omi-Omi. Happy (belated) Valentine's Day!

Warning: mild angst but reconciled and happy smut (18+)

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Kiyoomi set his gym bag in the usual spot of his apartment. Tonight, his home felt unusually cold and empty.

Switching the lights on, he is met with two floating balloons and a bag with red and pink hearts printed all over it.

He let out a chuckle and grabbed the bag, pulling out the tissue paper that was stuffed inside. He found all sorts of chocolate inside, his favorite chocolates.

Happy Valentine’s Day, jerk.

Y/n

Kiyoomi released a deep sigh. He and Y/n had gotten into an argument two nights ago, he couldn’t even remember what it was about. But it was 48 hours of silence from Y/n, 48 hours of emptiness.

The phone line rang repeatedly until it went to her voicemail.

He’s sent her three texts and they were left unread.

“C’mon…” he whispered, pacing around his place. “Pick up, please…”

A click came from the other line and he exhaled, “Y/n, thank goodness, where – “

“Hi, this isn’t Y/n but I’m her coworker!”

Kiyoomi frowned, and growled, “where is Y/n?”

“We are at a company dinner and she’s here… a little intoxicated…”

Kiyoomi could hear mumblings in the background, “… who is it…”

“Where are you guys?” he asked, heading to the shoe rack to put his shoes on.

He heard muffling but couldn’t hear clearly.

“… don’t tell him where I am…”

“… he’s mean and I don’t – I don’t wanna see him right now…”

His heart dropped.

“Hi, hello? Are you still there? Omi? Is this Omi with a white heart emoji next to your name? The Omi that is mean?”

“Yes,” Kiyoomi answered defeatedly, “this is Omi.”

“Look,” whoever this person on the other line whispered, “she keeps saying you are mean and she doesn’t want to see you but I secretly know she does, women to women, she wants to see you… we’re… we’re at the XXXX restaurant.” She paused before whispering loudly, “come get your girl!”

.

Kiyoomi’s strides were only half their usual length, and he inserted a two-second pause between each step. Y/n, with a gloomy mood, followed four feet behind him.

Arriving at the restaurant, he discovered her sitting sadly at the end of the table, all alone. Her colleagues were accompanied by their partners, but Y/n was left by herself. Kiyoomi felt a lump of guilt in his throat; he should have been there with her.

Their most recent argument stemmed from this issue. Y/n had requested him to cut short his training if possible for one night, but he declined, emphasizing the priority of his training.

“I’m simply asking if you could leave an hour earlier, or even thirty minutes early to make it to dinner, if it’s feasible. Can you not even manage that?” Her voice was tinged with angst.

“No, you understand how important my training is. I can’t simply leave early for something like this.”

Something like this…

Now, he felt the full weight of guilt engulfing him.

He halted and glanced back, noticing that Y/n had also come to a stop, gazing into the distance. Following her gaze, he spotted a small shop with claw and capsule machines.

He is reminded of his snarky comment about her liking such stupid things.

Walking up to her, he waited until she looked at him. “Let’s go,” he said jerking his head towards the shop.

Her cheeks were still rosy from the alcohol, her eyes weren’t as lively as they should be. “No,” she grumbles, looking away with a pout. “It’s just stupid stuff,” she attempted to walk around him when he caught her wrist and began tugging her towards the store. “What are you doing?”

He ignores her question and tugs her gently along until they get to the change machine. Stuffing a few bills inside to exchange for tokens. “What would you like?”

She looked at the handful of tokens and then his eyes, and with a weary tone she asked, “why are you doing this?”

“Because you like it and it makes you happy,” his tone is gentle and careful, “and I want to see you happy.” He puts a handful of tokens in her palm. “Go, show me what makes you happy.”

Still pouty, she closed her fingers around the token and walked around him.

Kiyoomi smiled to himself, knowing deep down she was excited.

.

“Are you satisfied with your wins?” He stared at the bag full of plushies and capsule toys.

Y/n nodded, restraining a bright smile on her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Seizing the opportunity, Kiyoomi extended his left hand, asking, “can you hold my hand?” He let out a quite breath when she placed her palm in his. They walked side by side in silence.

“Where are we going?” she asked quietly.

“Let’s go grab some junk food at 7/11 and... my place?” He prayed she would come over but instead, she looked at him as if he had two heads. Chuckling, he knew why she was looking at him weirdly. He was completely against eating any junk food, let alone anything from a convenience store. “A little junk food won’t kill me.”

“It might make you sick though?”

“Shh, don’t jinx me like that.”

.

Sure enough, it did make him feel sick.

All he ate was a cup of instant ramen, and within less than an hour, he started experiencing stomach churning.

“I told you,” Y/n scolded, yet concern was written all over her face. She quickly ushered him to lie down on the couch.

If it meant for Y/n to nurse him and show him affection again, the stomach ache was worth it.

He groaned, “it hurts…”

Digging through her purse, she tried to look for her pill box. “Here, take this medication. It’ll help with the tummy ache.”

He accepted the small pill and popped it into his mouth, taking it down with water. He grabbed her hand, “rub my tummy like you did that one time.”

Y/n hesitated, staring at him suspiciously before reaching to push his shirt up to reveal his abdomen. She ignored the ripples of muscles and put pressure on a certain area of his body.

Kiyoomi groaned, feeling instant relief.

She reached for his hand and placed it with hers, “when you have a tummy ache, always press this pressure point.”

She was about to stand up when he stopped her. Panicking he asked, “wait, where are you going?”

“I’m just going to make you some rice soup.”

He still pouted, watching her walk away to his kitchen.

A few minutes later, she returned with a bowl of steaming contents. “Bland, just the way you like it,” she mentioned, taking a seat on the edge of the couch. “How is your stomach feeling?”

“It’ll feel a lot better if you do it…”

Y/n scoffed and slapped his hand away, “you’re such a baby.”

“Correction, I’m your baby…”

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him, “who are you and what have you done to Kiyoomi?”

Kiyoomi’s lips turned downwards. “Omi…” he corrected quietly. When she doesn’t respond he bites his lips nervously. “I’m sorry.”

Her brow raised, and she looked at him as if she didn’t comprehend what he was saying.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, louder this time. “I have been a jerk and insensitive to you… I have not been compromising and mean to you and I’m sorry,” he bowed his head. “I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore. I’ll do better, I promise. Please don’t leave me.” His voice cracked at his last part of his sentence.

“Leave you? Who said I was leaving you?”

“But you didn’t want to see me?”

Y/n frowned, confused. “When did I say that?”

“Earlier on the phone, I heard you telling your coworker that you didn’t want to see me…” very quietly he added, “that hurt my feelings.” He felt childish but he wanted to be honest.

“I didn’t want to see you is very different from I’m leaving you,” Y/n clarified. She sighed, running a hand through her hair before reaching for the bowl of soup. She blew to cool the spoonful of soup before bringing it to his mouth. “I said that I didn’t want to see you because I knew I would give in and forgive you.”

He swallows the soup before asking, “please forgive me?”

“I saw your face so I already forgave you.”

He couldn’t ignore the cheering in his mind. “Do you really mean it? You forgive me for being a jerk?”

“Yes, you jerk.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“But you called yourself that too?” Y/n countered, shoving a spoonful of soup into his mouth. “Eat and feel better.”

Kiyoomi smiles, “… kiss me, that would really make me feel better.”

The corner of her lips tugged upward, “you sly jerk…”

He sits up, bringing his face close to hers. “Please, a kiss?”

She pecks his lips.

He pouted, “that’s not a kiss.”

“Yes it is, my lips touched yours.”

He blinked and then frowned, “that was hardly a kiss…”

Y/n raised a brow, challenging him, “then what’s a kiss to you then?”

And he showed her.

He cupped her face, tilting it before pressing his lips against hers. As soon as she gasped, he slipped his tongue in, meeting hers in a tango.

“Omi…” Y/n breathed, pushing him away to catch a breath.

His lips continued to her jaw and down her neck. “Please Y/n…” he begged, tugging at her tucked-in dress shirt. He pulls away and looks at her with dark pupils, waiting for her consent.

She launched at him, knocking him onto his back once more. Her mouth moved hungrily against his as she tugged at his clothes.

“I’m not going anywhere…” he chuckled.

“You will be if you don’t take help take our clothes off…”

Their clothes lay carelessly on the ground seconds later.

Y/n raised herself and straddled his lap. She rocked her hips, gliding her pussy along the length of his cock.

Kiyoomi hissed loudly as his hands gripped her hip tightly, nails digging into her hip bone. “Don’t –“ he choked, “don’t tease me…” He didn’t miss the smirk on her lips.

Having enough of not being inside of her already, Kiyoomi flipped them and shifted her underneath him. His hand found one of hers and threaded their fingers together, clasping tightly. He searched her eyes and she answered by lifting her hips.

“Haa, you’re going to be the death of me,” he sank his cock into her sweet pussy.

He waited a few seconds, savoring the intimate bond. Kiyoomi peers down at her before pressing his forehead against hers and without breaking eye contact, he whispers, “I love you.”

He doesn’t express those three words as frequently as he ought to, but he can observe the way her eyes illuminate when he does. “I love you, Y/n…” he repeated, rocking his hips slowly but deeply. “I know I don’t say it often enough for you but you are my everything… and I never want to be without you again…”

Y/n released a soft whimper and cupped his face, connecting their lips. “I love you too, Omi…”

It was soft lovemaking.

Each rock of his hips was gentle with care, with love.

“Let’s cum together?”

Y/n nodded, tightening her arms around his shoulders and soon their bodies trembled in release.

Kiyoomi pulls Y/n up and they sit down, still connected very intimately. He reached for the bag of chocolate, took a piece, and unwrapped it before placing it into her mouth. Then, he helped himself to a piece as well.

“Thank you for the chocolate,” he murmurs.

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, she whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Omi.”

. . .

E/n: Going back to Teo now...

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Suddenly I’m a giant blue fish making eye contact with mgg…?

Would you consider either doing a Dabi x childhood friend or Jason Todd x childhood friend?

YES TO BOTH OMG EJFBKDBSKS i love love love that idea anon!!

Ill post them as soon as possible YIPPIE

(ill probably finish season 6 and 7 of mha before posting the dabi one bc MY MAN DESERVES JUSTICE and i need to have every detail of his backstory FRESHHH)

TSUMU PLS COME HOME THE KIDS MISS YOU😖😖😣😣😫😫

Who gonna tell him he spent a fortune to fund izuku's support items so they could be pro heros together again after 8 years

hey so that girl who said we should be locked up while ovulating WAS RIGHT OH MY GOD IM GOING FERAL OVER MGG AND OIKAWA AND CARDAN 😭😭

“ 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙩! „

submissive! satoru gojo x dominant! female! reader.

(does not follow the plot of the jjk manga or the anime)

cw’s + tw’s: nsfw, pegging (m), edging (m), explicit language, bondage (m), degradation, pet names, rough handling, butt plug vibrator (m), exhibitionism.

timeskip: “✦ ✦ ✦”

summary: Satoru had been acting like a brat the entire time during an important party to you. Flirting with other women sent you over the edge. You decide to embarass him using a special toy. You promise that he’ll get a way better well-deserved punishment after enduring this small scene. Satoru doesn’t think it’ll be that bad - oh just how wrong he was.

word count: 3.1K+

“Well, I do my best,” Satoru says with a wink to a woman.

The woman he is talking to, giggles and grabs onto his arm, clinging to it as if it kept her alive.

You watched as he flirted with other women - no doubt doing it to tease you into putting him over your lap and spanking his ass red.

You were so glad that you put a controlled butt plug that vibrated - all the way up his bratty ass before you both entered the party.

This party was important and Satoru was making a fool out of you because you brought him as your partner.

I should’ve brought Yuji instead. You thought to yourself.

You sat down at one of the tables and slightly reached up your dress for your thigh strap for the remote to the vibrator.

You casually set it under your thigh and grabbed an alcoholic beverage. Satoru’s head turned to you, and you only smiled at him as the woman on his arm was talking to him.

You watched as he became jittery and nervous that you were smiling while he was flirting with another woman.

You had to have had a plan up your sleeve. Gojo practically already couldn’t sit down because if he did, the butt plug would move inside him and it sent a pleasant jolt up his spine.

The one thing you didn’t tell him was that it vibrated. What a surprise to show him, especially in front of some guests.

He humiliated you - and now you’d humiliate him.

You turned the vibrator on and set the device to a medium pace. You watched as Satoru visibly flinched and mumbled a string of curses to himself.

The woman on his arm had a worried gaze on her face, as she asked if he was okay.

He ignored her as he tried to focus on controlling his body and the sounds that came out of him.

A slow-dance melody started to play. People started to find their partners and slow-dance with them. You slowly stood up and sat your drink down on the table. Satoru’s head snapped to you. You smiled and slowly made your way over to him. As if he couldn’t see wait any longer, Satoru pushed the woman off his arm and practically stumbled over to you and hid his face in your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you nice and close to him.

“F-Fuck. You t-tricked me.” Satoru whispered.

“But doesn’t it feel so good, hm? Pretty sluts like you always moan so prettily.” You comment, your teeth nipping at his ear teasingly.

He whimpered in your ear as you grasped onto his shoulders and guided him to the music.

“I don’t w-want to dance—mmph!” Satoru’s voice was cut off by you suddenly changing the setting to the highest one for a few seconds then back to the medium setting.

“Shit, b-baby, don’t do that to me.” He moaned in your ear.

“I’m barely h-hanging on.” Satoru whispers, his grip on your waist tightening.

“But that’s not where I want you to be yet.” You reply back.

He grunted in your ear, and so many of the sounds that he made, made your clit throb.

“I want you begging to cum in front of these people.” You say, finally nipping at his neck.

One of the many things that you loved about Satoru Gojo was that he withheld any sounds of pleasure around anyone else - except you.

You were the only one allowed to hear his precious moans, his begging, his whines.

His eyes also didn’t affect you, Satoru enjoyed that, he rarely showed his eyes anymore. He wasn’t needed and he didn’t want to show anyone his eyes. You weren’t afraid. You loved him. He loved you.

You always thought his eyes so were pretty, especially when he cried from pleasure. Those pretty tears falling from his crystal blue eyes as you pegged him out of his misery.

“You’re going to be so fucked up after I’m done with you tonight, fucking whore.” You say, sliding one of your hands to the back of his neck, rubbing the small short hairs that stood straight out at you.

He started shivering from pleasure. You wanted to see him scream out from you edging him over and over again. Him begging you to cum over and over until his mind is jumbled with thoughts of only you and the urge of wanting to cum so badly.

“Flirting with other women, Gojo, really?” You question.

“Baby, p-please call me by my name.” He whimpered.

“I am.” You say as you continue to rise goosebumps all over his body from just toying with the hairs on the back of his neck.

“S-Satoru, p-please call me Satoru, baby.” He whispered as he nibbled on your neck.

You switched the vibrator back to the highest setting, “You should know by now, I make the orders. I’ll call you whatever I want. For example; my pretty slut.”

Satoru let out a loud whine at both your words and the vibrator up his ass. His whine wasn’t loud enough for anyone, but you to hear.

Satoru made sure of it even if it was hard for him to contain his sounds. I mean, for fucks sake, it was on the highest setting. He wanted to do at least something right for you tonight.

“Such a good boy.” You praise, turning the vibrator to the lowest setting.

“I a-almost came. Fuck, I’m so hard for you, (y/n).” He whispered against your ear.

“That’s the point, Gojo.” You reply with a pleased smile.

“Please, take me home and fuck me. Hard, baby.” He states.

You raise an eyebrow at his sudden demand.

“Who makes the demands?” You ask.

“You, baby, but please!” He exclaims, placing his forehead against yours.

Satoru continued to plead and beg to take him home so you could fuck him until the end of the party.

✦ ✦ ✦

You brought Satoru to your shared “BDSM” room. It had everything necessary for a punishment or a reward. After it was finished, you’d go back to your shared bed in your guys’ actual room to sleep in. You pulled off Satoru’s blindfold and pushed his chest down onto the bed. He bit his lip in anticipation, his bright eyes watching your every move.

“You said you wanted to be fucked, hm?” You ask, slowly sliding your dress off.

He nodded.

“Words.” You demanded.

“I wanna be fucked out of this world by you, baby.” He replies quietly.

“You have no idea what permisson you just gave me to do to you.” You say to him, before leaving the room to go to your closet and grab the things needed.

You come back into the bedroom to find Satoru palming himself through his tight suit pants.

You grab his wrist away from crotch and glare at him, “Such a desperate little slut - I didn’t think I’d need them, but I guess I do.”

You wave the cuffs in front of his face and he visibly gulps.

He tries to make an excuse, “But—I wanna touch y—”

He hates not being able to touch you.

You take two fingers and shove them in his mouth, “Filthy sluts don’t get to speak.”

“Like I said, filthy.” You murmur as he greedily sucks on your fingers, gently running his tongue over your finger and then pushing his tongue in between your fingers.

You remove your fingers from his mouth and he whines desperately.

“Hands up.” You demand and he listens.

You undo his tie and pull off his shirt. You continue to undress him completely. He’s always embarrassed when you stare at how beautiful his body is. So embarrassed, his cheeks are flushed pink, and his cock twitches.

You look into Satoru’s eyes as you lock each of the cuffs to the bedpost. You make sure that you can fit at least three of your fingers under the cuffs to make sure that you don’t hurt him.

“Spread those pretty legs for me, ‘Toru,” I say, he listens with an impatient whine following after.

Satoru always looks tense after you tie him up. You’ll never be able to get that butt plug out of him with him that tense.

“Relax your body for me.” You say, planting kisses down his stomach.

After a few seconds of calming him, he finally relaxes himself.

“Now, Satoru, you know how this works, don’t tense around it as I pull it out, okay?”

“Mhm.” He hums with his eyes closed.

“Deep breath in… and out.” You guide.

You successfully pull it out with no complications, except Satoru whining about how just pulling the butt plug got him stimulated.

Satoru eyed the strap-on you had chosen. 9 inches.

“We’ve never used that one before,” Satoru says, a blush on his face.

“Exactly, ‘Toru.” You reply softly.

“It’s gonna be too big—fuck (y/n)!” Satoru cries out.

You hum, rubbing the cold lube around his hole.

“Relax, honey.” You soothe, rubbing your fingers down his nipples one at a time.

“I can’t baby—you rile me up in so many ways.” He whimpers.

You put on the strap-on and lube the strap up. Satoru eyes you, his eyes wary.

“You ready, slut?” You say, he shivers at your words.

He makes out a small, “Yes.”

“Your safe word?” You ask.

“Blue.” He whispers.

“Good.” You reply.

You slowly push into him and he’s already spasming. You run your now cold hands up his chest, feeling every part of him - except his dick of course. You can’t be too generous.

“I won’t be able to fuck my slut, if he doesn’t relax.”

“I-I can’t.” He whispers, his cuffed hands pulling hard.

“Please… Keep t-touching me.” He moans as you slowly push into him more.

You smile, leaning down on one of your hands still groping Satoru’s chest, your other hand cupping the side of his face. You peppered his neck with hickeys, he lets out cute whines and moans that turned you on more.

“You know you keep saying that you can’t take it, but I know you can, my pretty boy.” You whisper against his neck, suddenly pushing all of the remaining inches inside him.

You take your head from his neck and watch as he falls apart in front of you. You take the time and make sure he isn’t in any pain and jerk him off at the same time as he settles down from this sudden gesture.

His entire body flinched and he moaned out a string of curses.

“F-Fuck me!” He exclaimed, breathing hard.

“I am, baby.” You reply with a grin.

You start fucking the strap-on in and out of Satoru at a slow pace. You continue to slowly jerk him off, hoping to drive him mad.

“F-Feels s-so good!” Satoru moans out, his whimpers high-pitched.

“So pretty.” You comment, continuing your slow thrusts.

“Tell me t-that I’m p-pretty more—nnghh!” He whimpers out.

You stayed silent, watching him fall apart.

“P-Pleaseeee!” Satoru moans out.

“Babyyy, p-please! Tell me—mm, f-fuck—that I’m pretty!” He begs, his pretty eyes glassy.

You cup Satoru’s cheek, “Oh, ‘Toru... You’re so pretty. The absolute prettiest.”

You start to speed up your thrusts, as well as your other hand on his cock.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Satoru whimpers out, his hips trying to meet your thrusts.

Satoru seemed to love that word, especially when you fucked him. Hard.

Satoru cries out, “I’m g-gonna—cumm—!”

You completely stop everything you’re doing. Satoru shivers and angrily groans that he couldn’t cum.

“Let me cum (y/n), oh please!” Satoru begs.

“Filthy sluts don’t get to cum. Especially my slut.” Your comment sends shivers down Satoru’s spine.

He shivers.

“Admit it, you were flirting with other women, right in front of me - like the slut you are.” You grumble into his ear, biting onto his earlobe in the process.

Satoru avoids your command and tries to push down on you, so he could fuck himself on you.

You push his hips down onto the bed roughly, causing the strap-on to slip out of his hole. Satoru whines desperately, his hips trying to wiggle out of your grasp.

“I just wanna cum, so badly, baby, please, please, please!” Satoru exclaims.

Your cold breath on his ear gives him goosebumps.

“Admit it, you’re my pretty slut, that likes to flirt with other women to get me to punish you.” You whisper.

Satoru shakes his head repeatedly, “No, I-I’m not a s-slut.”

“Until you admit it, you’re not going to cum ever.” You taunt.

“Noooo!” He cries out as you thrust back into him roughly.

You continue with your quick thrusts, leaving Satoru in a loud moany and drooling mess. You were definitely fucking him up.

Satoru didn’t want to admit it, but you always had the control in your relationship with him - and he loved every second of it.

You were right, he was a slut, flirting with other women to get you to punish him. The crazy thing was that - Satoru had his infinity on, the entire time except whenever he touched you in any way. He hasn’t let any woman touch him for a matter of fact.

He didn’t want to tell you, he wanted to take a punishment.

His cock constantly twitched and slapped onto his stomach because of how hard you were fucking him, and he loved it so much that every second he felt closer to cumming.

Satoru’s noises of pleasure increased both in sound and loudness. You knew he was close, so you stopped again and pulled out of him completely.

It was only the second time edging him and he was breaking so easily into your hands.

Your wish to see him cry from pleasure came true. You watched Satoru cry, and man did he cry so beautifully.

Fuck, he was so damn beautiful. He was always so hard to resist from the very beginning.

You wanted to fuck the cockiness out of him ever since you first met him. And how easily he broke into submission when you started dating. You intimidated Satoru so much.

“(Y/n), please let me cum!” He whined, his thighs shaking from sensitivity.

“Admit it then, slut.” You state coldly.

“Please!” Satoru begged, more tears falling down his face.

You stayed silent, rubbing one finger up his cock tauntingly. His cock easily twitched. He was going to cum a lot when it was time. All he had to do was admit it and then you’d let him cum his heart out.

“Oh please—fuck baby, I-I can’t handle this.” He whimpered out.

“Then, say your safeword.” You say, rubbing both of his thighs soothingly.

“Would you let me cum?” Satoru asks with a desperate look in his eyes.

You smiled, “Nope.”

Without warning, you re-entered him again and repeated what was becoming a repeated step. He needed to admit it. After all, Satoru was basically a cheater. Aware of you being his girlfriend and still flirting with other women during the party.

Of course, you didn’t know Satoru’s true intentions.

“Fuckkkk!” Satoru dragged out in pleasure.

“O-Oh shit, ‘m gonna cum soon!” He warned, his hands in the cuffs fisted tightly.

His hips tried to meet your hard and fast thrusts but to no avail. You had incredible stamina.

“Shit, nnghh, fine! I-I’ll admit it! B-But, no more! I can’t t-take it!” Satoru whined out.

“I’m sure you could, but let me hear it.” You say, running your sharp fingernails up and down his thighs as Satoru tried to calm his breathing.

You waited patiently, looking at him lovingly.

“I’m your pretty slut… that flirted with other women - to get your attention…” Satoru slowly says.

“Such a good boy. And it only took two times of me edging you.” You praise him.

He whined in response. You smiled and re-entered him a third time, making Satoru groan out. You played with his nipples, flicking them as he shivered and moaned your name repeatedly in response. Satoru always was so responsive.

You put both of your hands to work. You were sure to have cramps from overdoing yourself tomorrow. Your hips were moving and both your hands were.

You waited until he was finally cumming, to repeatedly hit his prostate with no warning.

Easily, again, you knew he was about to cum again. You contemplated on playing with Satoru by stopping again and edging him a third time. But, he deserved to cum after finally admitting his crime.

“Can I please cum…?” Satoru begged, his whole body shaking and shivering at this point.

“Of course, you can, ‘Toru.” You say smiling.

“Oh, I love youuu!” Satoru moaned out loudly, his mind completely blanking.

It was such a good thing you didn’t live near anyone close.

“I love you, ‘Toru.” You reply.

“Let me hear those pretty moans from my pretty slut.” You tease and it didn’t mean anything because Satoru couldn’t hold his moans back.

Ropes of cum shoot onto his stomach, his cock bobbing. Satoru’s head was thrown into the pillow underneath him as loud whines, moans, and whimpers exited his mouth.

“So pretty.” You mumble again.

After Satoru finished cumming, his body went limp, his cock still semi-hard. You slowly exited the strap-on out of him and he winced.

You unlock both of the cuffs on his hands and feet and find his wrists both slightly red from tugging repeatedly as well as his ankles.

You take off the strap-on and set it on the bed. Satoru whines as you walk away from the bed into the bathroom to grab towels and ointment.

He had hit his sub drop so quickly than other times. You had to hurry and clean up.

“Calm down, ‘Toru, I’m not going anywhere, baby.” You soothe him, coming back into the room and cleaning him off gently.

Satoru still whines and mumbles your name, his eyes barely open.

As you clean off the strap-on, Satoru clings onto you, hugging you from the back. You finish cleaning it and set it down back on the bed.

“Let’s go to bed, ‘Toru.” You say, taking his hand and bringing him into your actual shared bedroom.

You get into the bed and beckon him to rest his head in your lap. Satoru listens without a word. You gently run your hands through his hair.

Satoru finally speaks and what he says makes your eyes slightly widen, “My infinity was on the entire time I was with any other woman, except you. I’d never let another woman touch me. Ever. I confess that I wanted a punishment, I hadn’t gotten one in awhile.”

You only hum in understanding, but you didn’t regret fucking his mind into oblivion.

“Love you, (y/n).” He whispers, drifting off to sleep.

“I love you, Satoru.” You whisper, bending down to place a kiss on his head.

a/n: there is my first one-shot on tumblr. the wc was about 3.1K, i’ve actually never written that much on a one-shot, but here you guys go! i’m thinking of writing a submissive sukuna one, or would that be too unrealistic? i feel like he would be a really bratty sub…

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im not sure i like this chapter, also this is probs the only time theyll see each other for a while cause i love slow burns and i just dont want it to go too fast

so, kenma and kei def could go they just wanted y/n to go

suna isnt in denial anymore like y/n is, he knows shes the love of his life

i couldn’t not talk about matthew im so normal about him🩷

y/n used to get food for tooru or the whole team but she didn’t want to after suna joined the team

i love me a good slow burn enemies or exes to lovers with a lot of angst and then fluff at the end so get ready and i also love miscommunication LMAO

but also expect a lot of humor filler chapters bc i love crack smaus and bc i started this story impulsively and do not have it planned yet LMAO

im so normal about suna

also i got the idea of akaashi getting discounts from another au i just cant remember which one

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