AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES — ༉‧₊˚.

my heart is so link shaped

you wouldn’t believe

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the air feels sticky; too hot and too heavy to pull easily into your lungs, the smell of skin and sweat and something that pangs of home swimming in it.

you feel spent. boneless. aching but satisfied. but there's a sharpness there too, a thrum of something unpleasant that's beginning to twist the pleasure into something else.

"tobio," you murmur, and when he doesn't listen but instead presses his face more firmly between your legs, you repeat yourself. "tobio!"

you push against the top of his head, trying uselessly to wiggle away and earn some much needed distance. it's a futile endeavour, because he has both of his strong arms wrapped underneath your thighs, holding you flush to this greedy, unrelenting mouth. only after a few more moments of you struggling does the boy between your legs finally lift his face.

tobio's eyes are half-lidded and hazy, unfairly long lashes fluttering as he tries to focus as he peers up at you. his cheeks are rosy, and the pretty pink is mirrored in the wet, swollen pout of his mouth. he's soaked down to his chin, and the sheen of spit and you shines in the warm light of your bedside table lamp.

"what?" he finally responds to your whining, his voice a low, rasping purr as he blinks slowly up at you.

"too much," you murmur, your lips pursing into a little pout.

his dark brows pull into a perplexed furrow, his eyes trailing back down to your sensitive, glistening pussy. he can't tear his gaze away, enraptured by the sight of you twitching and dripping all thanks to him and the practiced, diligent work of his mouth. "but you only came three times."

Oh they r dear to me

✰ gn!reader x gojo ✰ fluff, reader is a teacher at JJT ++ idk how else to describe this one except that there’s a very specific scene in t100 that inspired this, i rmr seeing it once and ever since it’s become a scenario i daydream abt all the time 🧍‍♀️ never watched the show fully tho so dont quote me on that SBHDJK ✰

satoru’s always had a special way of connecting with others that could often leave an imprint of his own personality in their mannerisms; small habits of his that a select few would subconsciously pick up, had they payed enough attention.

what that looked like among his current first-year students was the sheer volume at which they speak when they enter a room, especially when they’re particularly excited to share something with their sensei.

satoru honestly loved it— grinning widely anytime yuuji or nobara barged into a room, loudly announcing something that would be considered entirely unimportant to many. he was always ready to match that energy tenfold, though. their excitement was important to him; that’s simply one of the ways in which he cared for them.

so the looks on their faces right now was definitely new to satoru. yuuji had slid open the door to one of the lounges at tokyo’s jujutsu tech, with nobara and megumi trailing closely behind him. the six eyes user knew they were coming before they’d even breached the threshold, as he was already holding a finger up to his lips the moment they stepped into the room— a sign for them to be quiet.

in an entirely comical manner, yuuji freezes on the spot, his right hand stopping in the air mid-gesture as he gapes at his teacher with his mouth still hanging open. the words that were previously ready to be spoken were now ushered back down his throat, making the young boy splutter for a moment in surprise before he pulled himself together.

he had stopped in his tracks so suddenly that nobara even bumped into his back, and then megumi consequently bumped into her. it was a domino effect that would’ve had satoru doubled over in laughter at virtually any other time. right now, though, his eyes only linger on his students for a short moment before he’s casting them back down; just as megumi mumbles a complaint to yuuji and nobara promptly shushed him.

the three students were puzzled as they followed satoru’s gaze— or rather, the downwards tilt of his head, considering that his eyes were shielded by his blindfold —but their curiosity was quickly satiated at the sight before them.

the sight of you, curled up on the couch facing away from the door, fast asleep while clutching a throw pillow. if any of them noticed that it was satoru’s own jacket currently tucked over your frame to keep you warm, they didn’t speak of it.

“we were supposed to do some mission debriefing,” satoru finally breaks the silence, speaking in an uncharacteristically hushed tone; it was notably softened to a degree, as well. “but they knocked out as soon as they moved to the couch. i’m pretty sure this is the most sleep they’ve had all week.”

as satoru addresses his students, his eyes never leave you, carefully watching over you in your slumber. there’s a small smile on his face that begs a question to raise in nobara’s mind, but she knows better than to ask… at least, for now she does.

“ooh,” yuuji responds, nodding slowly as he blinks down at you. “sensei did mention during training yesterday that they had to oversee more missions than usual lately.”

satoru nods to confirm his words, and then silence fills the space between them once more. it’s not until a short moment later, when megumi actually picks up on the fact that it’s satoru’s jacket draped over your body, that he decides to say something.

“have you just been sitting there this whole time, then?” megumi grumbles, raising a skeptical eyebrow at the older man— the very one he happened to know just a little bit better than his classmates did.

satoru is taken aback for a moment, only mildly surprised at megumi’s question. he can’t say he expected any different from the kid he raised. megumi was always pretty good at reading a room; and he could read his de facto stepfather like an open book.

he considers his response for a split second before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, hoping to at least convince yuuji and nobara otherwise. “i’ve been doing some work for them since they fell asleep,” he says, resisting the urge to clear his throat. “so they don’t have to worry about it later.”

while it’s true that satoru was working— the spread of papers and mission report files across the coffee table in front of him suggests as much —the amount of actual productivity he’s had since you fell asleep could not amount to as much as he’s currently implying to his students. simply put, he’s been… distracted.

distracted with making sure you slept well, by lowering the blinds and shrugging his jacket off to drape over your body. listening out for anyone walking down the hallway, or tucking back loose strands of hair that would occasionally fall over your face and make you subconsciously crinkle your nose. wondering why his heart skipped a beat at the sight of you looking so peaceful and relaxed; the mere fact that you were comfortable enough in his presence to fall asleep, rendering yourself completely vulnerable around him.

the amount of trust such an act entails, the very trust that you had in him. or, you know— something along those lines.

nobara huffs softly, now tugging at yuuji’s sleeve. she picked up on the hint long before the other two did, but it was only now confirmed by the way satoru lingered near you. as much as he loves his students, and loves hearing them out when they want to speak with him— he currently had no intention whatsoever at leaving your side.

satoru was going to make sure you got as much sleep as you possibly could; knowing you’ve been overworking yourself all week, it’s been killing him inside (…for some reason).

“that’s okay,” nobara supplies, now tugging at yuuji’s arm more firmly to get the young boy to budge. “we can talk to you about it a little later, you can keep— uh, working,” she mumbles quickly, nodding apologetically at satoru before grabbing the wrists of the two boys she arrived with and spinning around, pulling them out of the room with her.

satoru chuckles under his breath, watching with a small grin how she runs out of the room with the other two behind her. megumi opts to slide the door closed once more, and then satoru’s eyes are back on you.

he feels that familiar tug at his heart again, seeing you like this. he’s not trying to be weird about it, watching you while you sleep, but he just— he just wants to make sure you get your rest! that’s all there is to it, he’s convinced.

a soft huff of air escapes your lips, pulling him out of his thoughts. he sees your eyebrows scrunching together for a moment, your arms tightening around the throw pillow as one of your hands clutches at the jacket draped over you. you adjust your position a little bit, pulling up the jacket, and then your face finally relaxes once more.

satoru is… not sure why he was holding his breath, feeling it hitch more in his throat seeing the way you pulled his jacket closer to your face.

(surely his scent is on that jacket, and you’re probably smelling it while you sleep with how close it is to your face now. is it calming to you? is the subconscious sensation of satoru being so close to you making you feel at ease?)

he thinks he sees a faint smile tug on your lips then, but he shakes his head as he decides to pull his gaze away from you. he must be imagining things. he’s definitely imagining things.

he slinks back against his seat as he peers down at the coffee table, begrudgingly continuing his work— shoving his doting thoughts about you to the back of his head while he unsuccessfully tries to calm the frantic, nervous beating of his heart.

thinking about how your husband changes drastically when he’s had just a little too much to drink. his faint, whiny hiccups would escape his quivering lips, filling your ears with his intoxication as he leans against you. he reaches out to play with your hair, gently tugging at the strands and trailing undirected kisses along them as you bite your lip to suppress your giggles. he then brings his unsteady hands to your face, squishing your cheeks before pulling you closer, looking at you with glossy eyes—small hearts seemingly etched into his pupils.

"i wish y-you hic were mineee...."

"pftt—" you burst into a fit of laughter at his uncharacteristic neediness—you’ve always enjoyed it when he'd get drunk. after all, they say a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts. so, although he loves you an awful lot, he would never admit, while whining, how much he actually wants you. 

"i am yours though, sweetheart," you reassure him softly.

“oh, really? you are?” he raises his brows questionably, “well, that's good... i couldn't bear the thought of some other loser having you all to himself."

unbeknownst to him, however, is that you had recorded him during his moment of vulnerability. he was absolutely embarrassed and ashamed of himself when he had sobered up.

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"y/n. delete that."

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ummmm hello kuroo nation *drops this & scurries away*

haikyuu!! + every commercial break

rintarou suna with his intensely green eyes who likes to stare into your soul until he’s got you squirming and breathing heavy, and then he’ll smile slowly and say, “yeah? you must just love me sooo much if i’ve got you all riled up from an innocent little staring contest, baby,” knowing damn well it wasn’t innocent.

rintarou suna who will have you folded with your legs over his shoulders and your back arching off the bed as he mercilessly pounds into your tiny little hole, toying with your clit and pinching and pulling at the fat of your thighs & breasts. he’ll have you crying and whining out his name as you reach your arms up for a handful of his hair to grab onto as he angles his hips just enough to get his leaky tip slamming against your gummy spots. “you’re always so wet in this position, darlin’, i’m startin’ to think my eyes turn you on.”