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Synopsis - Moving on from your ex is easy when your new trainer is built like a god, and fucks like one too.

Pairings - Toji Fushiguro x FEM reader

Content MDNI- sexual tension, manhandling, fingering, shower sex

Word Count- 1k

Your ex had cheated on you. After a few days of crashing out, you decided to get your shit together.

You threw out every reminder of him, got your hair done, and bought a new wardrobe. You just needed one more thing.

A revenge body. You wanted to look so good you ex would regret ever looking at another woman.

After a few failed attempts at at-home workouts, you decide to find a gym near you that isn't a complete dump.

When you showed up at the reception desk, surrounded by people who looked like they only ate plain chicken breast and boiled vegetables, you almost turned around and went back home to wallow in your own self-pity.

But that's when you saw him, all that muscle tucked up in that way too tight black compression shirt. You feel your stomach drop when his eyes lock in on you and a wolfish smile climbs onto his face.

He was the hottest man you'd ever seen.

You can barely concentrate on what he's saying to you when he introduces himself, still in a daze.

You recgonised is name from the front of the building. So why was he training you?

Your trainer is mean. He's constantly pushing you to do more and teasing you when you can't.

When he takes you to the bench press and insists on standing behind you counting your reps, it takes all you strenght not to look behind you and his thick bulge, wrapped loosely in his black sweats.

Toji had worked his way up to owning his own gym. He doesn'tdo training anymore unless he has to, but you were another story.

You were just his type, sweet and gentle, but with that rage behind your eyes, when he pushed you too far, he wanted to see you break.

Tojis thick hand wraps around your waist, he leans in, and his masculine scent envelops your senses. His breath is hot and heavy on the back of your neck.

You feel extra sensitive around him; even the slightest touch from him sends shivers down your spine and heat pooling in your stomach.

You barely have enough energy to do anything but shower and flop down onto the bed after Toji is done with you.

You have a cold shower. Not cold enough. It's like the heat constantly radiating from his huge body had transferred to you.

You can't stop thinking about him.

You open your phone and see a picture your ex has posted with his new girlfriend. You open your messages with Toji and ask to book another session asap.

You book a session late at night. You don't realise it's after hours and it's only you and Toji in the gym, he seems ever more sleezy without an audience, touches lingering longer, staring at you openly while you move.

Finally, when you feel like you're about to break, Toji stops you. "I think that's enough for today, doll. Though I'd like to do a little stretching before you leave, you seem a little… tight."

Your eyes shot up to his, a little frown on your face, but he didn't look like he was joking.

" I want you to start with downward dog." You sigh and get into position. Toji stands away from you, hand on his chin, while he appraises you before clicking his tongue. You gasp when you feel his firm hand on the inside of your thigh; the other moves to the small of your back, pressing down lightly to deepen the arch.

" Don't think I don't see how you've been looking at me. Trying to act innocent, like your pussy isn't dripping every time I touch you. Mind if I check?"

You feel his thumb slip under your waistband and pause for a moment, waiting for an answer.

All you do is nod your head, not trusting your voice to stay steady.

"I want to hear you say it, sweetheart."

All the blood rushing to your head was making it hard to think straight. All you can manage is a please before he starts sliding the waistband of your leggings down.

Toji pulls your panties down, revealing your dripping pussy.

He presses his two thick fingers against your clit before sliding down to your core. He moves back up again, collecting your fluids on his fingers, adding more pressure with his slide up and down.

His teasing becomes unbearable as the pressure builds. " P-please, Toji," you turn your head about to look into his dark eyes, and he finally relents, slipping inside, rapidly stuffing his thick fingers in and out for your tight little cunt till your sucking him in all on your own.

You cum all over his fingers, if it weren't for his arm locked around your waist, you would have fallen to the floor. He gives you a moment to catch your breath before he pulls you against him. "My poor girls are all dirty now. Let's get you cleaned up."

The locker rooms are empty, and the lights are dimmed too. Toji leads you with an arm around your waist, mainly to steady you, to the last shower stall.

He's behind you in the shower, one arm holding you close to his chest with a tight grip under your boobs. He grabs the bar of soap, dragging it all over your body, covering your boobs and stomach.

As suds drip down your legs, Toji abandons the soap and lets his hands roam around your soapy body while whispering lewd things in your ear. "You're such a dirty girl, I can't see how wet you are."

He pins you against the shower wall and thrusts into you. Your tits are pushed up against the cool tile as he pushes you up onto you the tips of your toes. Toji promises unlimited training sessions and a lifetime membership, babbling about how good your pussy is.

You wake up the next morning, every muscle aching from Toji. And you don't know if you're hurting from the workout or the workout he was giving your pussy.

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★⋆｡˚ ⋆ paring: pervert roomate gojo x shy reader

⋆ . ˚ content: gojo is low key gross in this one, mutual masturbation, outercourse, sex toys, cocky gojo, grinding

˚˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚⠀word count: 1000

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"A-a-ahh!"

It was his favourite time of night.

He tried to wind you up a little extra today, lounging around the apartment shirtless. Leaning over you and teasing you about the book you were reading, cadging you in with his arms.

Gojo knew you loved it when he manhandled you, so he made sure to grab you by the waist, moving you out of the way with one hand while you two were in the kitchen together. And when you scurried off to your room, making up some excuse about going to bed early, he knew he had hit the jackpot.

He presses his ear to the wall. Pulling out his already hard cock he gives it a few gentle strokes before speeding up his pace to match your own rapid one. Your sweet little moans reverberate through the wall; it was definitely worth all the effort he took to work you up today. When he hears his own name, Gojo nearly cums on the spot.

Was his shy little girl thinking about him? How sweet. She would probably need a little help, though, before they went all the way.

You thought the apartment was soundproof. Fair enough, that's what it was listed as when Gojo put up the ad for a roommate, but you should have known never to take anything he says at face value. Especially when you two first met, And he told you that there was nothing to worry about, living with a man like him, he would be nothing but respectful.

It took a few weeks for you to work up the courage; you were already embarrassed enough living with such a hot man, if he caught you masturbating, you would simply die.

The first time he heard the quiet buzz of your little bullet vibrator through the wall, he knew he had made the right choice in picking you as his roommate. At first, he didn't know whether he wanted to blast music to drown you out, or put an ear to the wall and savour those sweet sounds you were making. He decides the latter, but not without a sliver of guilt. After that, it became a habit, then a necessity. He started to feel like he couldn't get off without you.

Gojo leans close to the wall between your bedroom, and you're getting to his favourite part. He hears your rugged breathing start to speed up, and he knows you're going to come soon.

Then all sound dies, and he hears a pained whine come through your lips. Your trusty vibrator, the one both you and Gojo relied on for your pleasure, had finally given out. You knew it was only a matter of time; you'd had it for years. The sudden loss of sensation had you reeling.

You needed another vibrator.

But how were you supposed to get another one? You would die of embarrassment if you shipped it to the apartment and Gojo opened it, but going to buy it in person almost sounded more humiliating.

After the events of the night before, you're in a bad mood all day. It takes a few days before it really starts to get to you, that frustration bubbling up inside you. Gojo picks up on it, the leftover tension still in your body.

A few days later, when you were actually going to the dingy sex shop on the bad side of town.

You came home to find it. Sitting neatly on the end of your bed.

10 inches, maybe more. Blue. It kind of reminded you of Satoru; it was almost magnetic the way it was dragging you in.

You could barely get your clothes off before you were sprawled out on the bed, hastily covering your new toy in lube, wanting to push it deep inside to the point you had wanted so long to be filled.

Gojo knows the exact second you find it, and the exact moment it's inside you. He can tell you're excited, you can hardly remember to be quiet as your loud moan fills the room.

The next day, there's a dildo; it's around the same size but more detailed, like it was modeled off someone, maybe a pornstart, judging by the size. You should have been suspicious by now. But you were feeling so good, you didn't even care. So what if it was your somewhat creepy roommate?

He was just helping you out.

The next day, your exicited as you walk into the building. What did he leave for you today?

When you arrive at your door, you stop in your tracks. Is that moaning?

You crack the door to see Satoru in your usual position, in his sweatpants, t-shirt pushed up to reveal his toned stomach, his long slender fingers are wrapped tightly around his weeping cock. It takes you a moment to realize that's the same cock you've been fucking yourself on. The same cock that had you cumming so hard you were seeing stars.

Even in his lustful haze, Gojo can still sense your presence; he can hear your breath deepen as his hand rapidly moves up and down his long shaft.

You move towards him, slowly, as if you're not even in control of your own body. " Um Gojo I-"

"Get on top of me, sweetheart." He's looking you dead in the eyes, cutting through your shyness. And you do. He graps your hips as you grind on his lenght only the thin layer of your panties between you. " I know you've been wanting this baby, I've been hearing you every night"

" Please, can you let me hear those pretty sounds again, angel?"

His hand is on your hip now, his thumb sitting under your waistband. He looks up at you expectantly.

You don't give him an answer other than moving your panties to the side and slamming down on him.

Gojo gives you a second to adjust before he's ramming into you so hard you know you'll feel him tomorrow.

You try to climb off him after your second orgasm, but he pulls you down against his chest.

"Please," it's all he says as he keeps his dick inside you.

You feel so warm, all of you, as you drift away on his chest, the sound of his slow breathing lulling you.

" Thank you, darling, you've been so good for me," he almost whispers in your ear. And you know he wasn't just talking about tonight.

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Summary: When you and childhood friend Gojo make it to high school, he starts acting weird. Could it be he doesn't like you anymore? Or maybe swim class isn't the only thing getting him wet!

Content: slow burn, friends to lovers, p in v, fluffy, virginity loss, nerjo, he feels first, but she fell harder

Word count: 1.4k

In the beginning, it was just you and him. In the back of the library, reading manga and playing video games. Wherever Gojo went, you would follow. Sitting in the cafeteria, just the two of you, arguing about digimon with the fire of a thousand suns. Walking home together, shoulders brushing, sweat sticking your shirt to your back as the days grew longer and the distance between you closed.

And that was how you liked it, your life was perfectly balanced between your studies, Gojo, and your more obscure hobbies, of retro gaming, children's trading card games, and obscure anime.

Satoru, of course, was your number one priority. He wasn't just your best friend. He was your only friend.

For Gojo, it was different; he always wanted more. More inside jokes that no one else understood, even when you tried to explain them. More late nights spent laughing togther together. More moments were the lines blurred, and you were left wondering what he meant to you.

Everything changed between you when high school started.

Your parents sent you away for the summer, unlike Gojo, they saw many things wrong with spending the entire summer inside with him, playing video games. You hadn't ever realized they made summer camp for people your age till you were at one. Without him.

You could have sent Gojo a letter, but you chose to send it to your parents instead, begging them to let you come home, where there was air conditioning and wifi. No dice.

Satoru, essentially ditched by his only friend, with only a frantically worded text as explanation, felt just the slightest bit hurt. Maybe more than the slightest bit.

After a few empty nights, gaming alone, Gojo decided to channel his pain into something productive, something that would make you just how much you missed out on by ditching him.

He thought of you every day, in the gym, on the track, on the basketball court. You thought you were the only one who could change; well, he could, too. He would become the kind of guy you couldn't resist, handsome, popular, charismatic like no other man was. Then you could see him as more then a friend.

The two of you were reunited on the first day of school.

All nervousness disappeared the second you saw him.

Over the summer, Gojo had grown; not only that, but he had filled out. Now, he was at least a head taller than you, with long arms and legs that had you losing your train of thought at the sight of him. His features had sharpened, too. He was almost too gorgeous to look at, like the sun.

Satoru almost stops in his tracks at the sight of you.

You'd changed so much over the summer. Gojo didn't think he could love you anymore, but here you were, hair flowing, longer than when you last met; there was a rosiness in your cheeks that wasn't there before. When you hug him, he feels your body press against him, his hands slip around your waist like it was the most natural thing in the world, though for some reason it has your brain short-circuiting.

You smile so sweetly when you tell him about your summer. Jealousy twists inside him. He catalogs every name in his mind, sizes himself up against your description of the men you spent your time with instead of him.

As you walk into the school together, he puts some distance between you, not a lot, just enough of you to feel his absence by your side.

"Sweetheart, I think we should make some new friends this year." The familiar name almost sounds bitter on his tongue as he pushes you away, and the look on your face doesn't help either.

We walk away. Without you.

Though Satoru was acting strangely. And not in his usual way. He was acting uncharacteristically normal, one could almost say charming. But with you, he was distant. Dismissive. Almost cold.

At least you were in the same class.

When you walk in, he's already surrounded. Surrounded by the type of people you two used to make fun of.

The same man, who nearly wet himself when he had to present to the class, was entertaining a group of people he barely knew, realing of stoires and jokes like he didn't still sleep in Sonic pajamas.

The day goes by. He doesn't even look in your direction.

You eat lunch with a few girls you barely know, you pretend to be interested in what they're saying, when you know if Satoru were here hed be making a joke that only a person with a 12-hour daily screen time could understand.

The bell rings. Your heart twists. He hasn't said a word to you since the morning. A girl is sitting on his desk. She's stunning. You collect your things and get ready to walk home alone.

Seeing him again after a month without him, you're missing him more than ever. This is nothing like what you imagined.

You're about to leave, then you see his name on a locker. You wait. You know he's not ignoring you; he's just so busy with his new friends. You know this, but your vision blurs the longer you wait. You think about the summer you spent, counting down the days you would get to see him again.

By the time he gets there, you can't stop the tears from spilling out. You can't even look him in the eye.

"Satoru, what happened? Do you not like me anymore?"

Before he even knew what he was doing, you're in his arms again.

" No, sweet thing. I still care about you more than anyone else in the world."

Gojos said this to you before, countless times. Somehow it feels different. As if all the other times he said it, you didn't fully understand him; you didn't understand that he hated the sound of you laughing at someone else's joke, or the sight of your face looking at someone else. Now you know.

"Can you walk me home?"

When you arrive, you don't even need to ask; he follows you inside. You turn around, ready to tell him how much you missed him, that you sorry of leaving, but hes on you before you can even get a word out.

Pushing you against the wall, his hands are under your shirt, and he kisses you like a man starved.

" Sorry princess," he pulls off you panting as he gives you a chance to catch your breath. " I've had you far too little for far too long."

He leads you to the bedroom; he doesn't stop kissing you, he knows where it is, he's been here a thousand times.

You could tell he'd started working out, but you didn't realize how strong he is till he scoops you up with one arm, throwing you on the bed while he's ripping his shirt off with the other, revealing a body you'd only seen in fighting games.

"Tell me to slow down, baby, "Gojo grunts in your ear. You can't bring yourself to do it. His hot breath is low in your ear, and you can feel the heat radiating from his naked chest.

Instead, you reach forward, unzipping his slacks and pulling him out. BY the time you're lifted off the front of your skirt, he's full hard.

More gentle than you've ever seen him, he slowly rubs his tip up and down your covered pussy, the fabric of your panties quickly dampening.

YOu moan out in desperation, you just want him inside you, bringing down your hand to move your panties out of the way. Looking up at him through your lashes like you're begging.

And how could he deny you?

He slams in, and you've never felt so full in your life. stretched out in every direction as he's punching into you again and again like you're his toy.

He kisses you when he finishes, and it sends you hurdling off the edge together, and you're screaming out in pleasure.

He doesn't pull out right away. When he does, he gathers you up in his arms and pulls you onto his lap.

" So, did you see the new Digimon pack they released?" You felt the words reverberate through his chest as he talked, and you could almost cry from joy.

Your Gojo was back.

Content MDNI: manhandling, dirty talk, perv reader, p in v, oral f receiving

Word count: 600

For once, you and Gojo were in perfect sync; he was on his bulk, and you were ovulating. And his new body was doing something to your hormonal brain that was hard to explain.

There were lots of things you loved about your boyfriend, and usually, his body wouldn't make the top of that list.

In that week before your period, you were thinking things you never would have before, and you were attracted to things about him you hadn't even noticed. Things less intellectual and more carnal.

And it was becoming easier to notice them, too; it was like he had almost doubled in size in a matter of weeks.

You always liked his arms, but now it felt like you spent half of your day thinking about them, the way they stretch out his now-too-small shirts, how his biceps look when he flexes. You imagine how nice they would look when he was holding the back of your knees while he slammed into you from behind.

His thighs were bigger too, thick and muscular. The sight of him in shorts made you want him to squash them around your head while his cock is buried down your throat.

His dick had gotten bigger, too. He was already quite long, but he had girth now, too. A girth that made your mouth water at the thought.

And it's not like Gojo hasn't noticed your newfound love for his body; if anything, it's making him even more of a show-off. Using any excuse to walk around the house without a shirt, in just his boxers. Taking up more space around you and cages you in with his massive arms whenever he gets the chance.

One night, when you can hardly take it anymore, the heat burning inside you almost becoming overwhelming, Gojo starts tugging on the blanket, and of course, you're going to fight for what's rightfully yours. It starts playfully enough till he picks you up and drops you down on the bed again.

The ease with which he throws you around puts that look in your eyes and that feeling in your stomach.

He rips the blanket off you and climbs on top of you, thick arms on either side of your head, with his thighs bracketing your legs.

"Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? I've seen that way you've when lookin' at me these days." Gojo's face is so close, you can feel his hot breath. You try to squirm away, but he drops his chest down, smothering you with his weight.

His eyes drop down to between your thighs, you're so wet it's dripping through your pajama bottoms.

" I guess I have to take care of this first."

He rips your pants off and exposes your cunt to the cool air; his hands are on your thighs, spreading you out even further. Now it could be you already cock drunk mind interfering, but it almost felt like this tongue was bigger too? It certainly felt that way as he was pumping in and out of your hole till your fingers were buried in his hair, trying to pull him off your overstimulated pussy.

He flipped you onto your back and bottomed out in one go, making you cry out when he hit your cervix. He felt so good like this.

And when he held you in his big arms after, you couldn't help but ask him to skip his cut this time around.

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Sure, Suguru had weird clients before, but you were different. You were quieter, baggy hoodies and sweatpants, you weren't the kind of person he saw every day.

He would be lying if he said he didn't think you were cute, but he made a rule of only keeping professional relationships with clients, especially you, who seemed to be enjoying the tattoo a little too much.

Usually, with strange customers such as yourself, he would find a way to fire them, but he couldn't wait for you to come back to his studio.

When he first met you, you had no tattoos; you just wanted a little flower design on your wrist, and he did it happily.

His rough, gloved hands curled tightly around your wrist, keeping you still while he worked. He whispered little praises in your ear, telling you how good you were being.

At first, you two kept up a conversation, but once the pain started to set in, he noticed it.

A sweet little whimper leaving your lips when he went over that particularly painful spot. For a moment, he thought you were in pain till he saw your thighs squeeze together.

You would be the last person to admit it, but the feeling of the needle digging into your skin had you feeling a certain type of why. You were just hoping Suguru wouldn't catch on.

"Is there something bothering you? You're moving around quite a bit." He leans forward till his breath ghosts your ear. "We can take a break if you want, but you've been doing so well till now."

After that, you were hooked, both of you. You loved getting the tattooed, and he loves drawing the little reactions out of you that made his cock hard. He loved even more when you were struggling to keep your voice down, to stop your hand from slipping between your thighs.

He was the only tattoo artist you had ever worked with, and you didn't question it. It touched you more than he needed to, running his hands over your shaking body to soothe you . When he whispered in your ear, praise after praise, when he was working on a particularly painful spot on your body. Or when he asked for photos of the healing tattoos, with no clothes in the way, of course, so he could really see the progress.

The day you came in asking for a blackout, looking up and him so sweetly, he nearly lost his mind. He took you into the back, the private studio. You had been here a few times when you got more intimate tattoos. You sigh happily as you walk in, reminiscing.

Suguru snaps on his gloves, and the sound has you dripping. He's got you trained like one of Pavlov's dogs, and you would never guess that he did it on purpose.

He lightly taps the table, and you hop up, already dripping with excitement. Suguru preps your skin and starts shading.

The articles you read were right; this was more intense than your other sessions. Just as you were starting to relax, his voice cuts through the silence. "Sorry, this position isn't working for me. Would you mind if I moved?'

You look up at him, confused. Your arm is right next to him. Why would he move? But you nod anyway.

Suguru stands up, moving his stool out of the way before he brings his knee up in between your thighs, bracing himself with his forearm next to your head.

"I hope this is okay. My back was hurting." All you can manage is a small nod in reply, and he starts working again.

It was like torute his thick thigh right in between your legs with a throbbing in your pussy that intensified with each brush of the needle against your skin. It took all the willpower you had left to hold still and not rub against him.

Your struggle wasn't lost on Suguru; he could see your eyes glaze over and your grip on the table tighten like a lifeline. Maybe he would help you out a bit.

He moved forward just an inch, bringing his knees right up to your mound and leaving your faces inches away from each other.

The sudden pressure made you release the moan you had been holding in your hot breath, fanning over his face.

Suguru keeps going, saying nothing, as if he didn't even hear you, but he starts gently rubbing up and down your slit with his knee. By now, your breathing is so heavy you're almost panting, you're close to cumming right now on his thigh.

When you've nearly reached your climax, the pain and the friction becoming too much, all stimulation stops, and you whine out.

Suguru gets off you and starts cleaning up his equipment, taking off his gloves with another snap.

"That's for not asking me for help sooner"

Michael Jackson x Princess Diana

word count : 800

Sweat drips onto the polished floor. Michael looks out at the empty crowd, at the seat that one day Diana would be sitting in. He would have stopped practising by now, but he couldn't.

Tonight, he would meet her, and she would watch him perform, with her incompetent husband beside her. He needed to be perfect. He needed to be better than perfect; he needed to be the only thing she could see.

She was so excited she couldn't sleep; it was like she was a little kid again. Diana would never tell anyone, but she has his poster on the wall. His songs play in her ears when she runs, and when she touches herself, she hears a voice in her ear. She wondered how his voice would sound when he was standing in front of her. What would he wear?

It was almost too much to see hi min person, it was like starting straight at the sun. With every step she took towards him, she felt her blood pupping faster in the veins,it was like everything disapread exepect for the man infront of her.

He didn't miss how Diana's eyes lit up the second she saw him; it wouldn't be the first time he got a reaction like this from a fan, but it would be the first time he got it from a princess.

Once their eyes met, a blush spread across her cheeks. Michela wanted to laugh. How innocent she was, a perfect mixture of beauty and purty; he couldn't tear his eyes away. He had women mob him in the streets, chase him down, and throw themselves on him. This was different; with one look, she had his heart.

The jealousy in her husband's eyes was obvious. What did you finally see what a real man looks like? How does a real man treat a woman? Michael wishes he had the strength to say it to his smug face.

Michael had heard the rumours; he treated her like shit. He wouldn't; he would treat her the way she deserved, like a princess.

He shakes her hand, his hand is so big and warm, long fingers that make her core clench.

Hse can hardly remember what she said to him as she takes her seat in the theater. Hopefully, she didn't make a bad impression.

Michael thought meeting her would help calm his nerves, but instead, it just made it so much worse. She was so beautiful, so charming, she certainly earned her nickname.

His drive his waiting when she leaves the theater. She's still buzzing from head to toe. She can't think straight.

As the driver leads her to the backseat, she wonders if her husband will even notice she's gone, probably not.

She slips off into the night, in the same outfit she picked out this morning, thinking of him.

The hotel is nice, but she hardly registers it; she has never done anything like this in her life.

He looks gorgeous, ethereal. He is almost heartbreakingly beautiful.

They barely talk before his hands are all over her, wrapped up in her hair, cradling her head with just enough pressure to make her knees weak. They hardly need to, though. There will be time for that later, but now, it was time for action

Her head spins as he pushes her down on the bed. When did he take her dress off? It hardly matters when Micehal goes straight for her throat, sucking on the sensitive skin.

He wanted to mark her. Michael wanted anyone who saw her to know he was hers.

He moves down to her breasts, soft and pure white, it almost makes him chuckle, he could tell from the expression on her face, this was new to her.

"I bet your husband never fucks you like this, huh? I bet he's done before you can even get started. Not with me, honey." Michael says it in a voice so low it sends shivers down her spine. Was this the same man she spoke to earlier tonight? Surely not.

He takes her nipple in his mouth. Sucking slowly, he enjoys the soft little moans he is drawing out of her.

He moves further down, planting a kiss on her dripping cunt. "Has your husband ever eaten you out before, princess?"

It takes her a second to realize he wants a response and nods shakily. How quickly he reduced her to a quivering mess.

"I didn't think so." He agrees, "You're so sensitive down here." He goes in again, collecting her wetness on his tongue. He wants her to come under his touch before he gets his cocks out. But the way she had her hands in his hair was making that hard.

He barely gives her a break after Michael climbs on top of her and slides in. His pace is brutal; he wants her to feel him tomorrow.

He wants to hold her in his arms. To tell her to stay the night. To make her laugh over breakfast. But he knows that will never be possible.

He understood her fully, what life was like in a cage, the press and fans. He knew how destructive it could be. But he could never predict how it would destroy her.

‘I love you, Diana. Shine. And shine on forever, because you are the true princess of the people.’

-MJ

Collage au Reader x Gojo X Sukuna (separate)

Who would have thought the most schools' golden boy could be so mean? And the campus bully would actually be nice?

Shit, you were going to be late for class if Gojo didn't hurry up. He was taking his time; most likely, he was held up talking to a teacher. With amazing grades and a stellar reputation, he was the school's golden boy who could do no wrong. If only they knew what he was really like.

Most of your meetings had consisted of him teasing you till you were on the verge of tears, then fucking till you actually were crying.

Sure, he could be pretty mean, but he could also bend you into a mean mating press. You were supposed to meet him behind the bleachers before class, but at this rate, you would probably have to skip out on your little meet-up.

You weren't too disappointed, though, having plans to see Sukuna at tonight. HIs frat was having a party and he wanted you there. It would almost be touching if he didn't treat you like shit when his friends were around.

Here on a sports scholarship, he was the opposite of Gojo. All brawn, no brains. But he was sweeter than you expected, much nicer than Saturo, despite his reputation for being a brute that would beat you up for looking at him the wrong way.

'Sorry I'm late, baby."

You knew he didn't mean it. If he wasn't with a teacher, he was probably flirting with some girl who thought he was the greatest. If only they could see him now.

"Lift up your skirt for me, let me have a good look at you."

He kneels down and nuzzles his face against your thigh.

"There's my favourite girl." His voice is so low it's almost a whisper, and you know he's not talking to you.

"You're such a whore, you know. I just got here, and you're already dripping." God, he was such a dick.

He parts your folds with this tongue, still managing to keep up the onslaught of insults that only seem to make you wetter, till you're coming undone on his tongue. And that's how he leaves you, ruined and patting while he doesn't have a hair out of place.

" Return the favour tonight, M'kay."

Later that night, you swap your admittedly ruined university outfit, prime and proper like Gojo likes, for something more suited to Sukuna's style. Which, to be honest, was just as depraved as you were expecting. Short skirts, little tops, and more lip gloss than you ever thought you could use.

The lights were low at the party, Sukuna's frat did have a reputation for being extra sleezey.

You find Sukuna instantly. He gets up as soon as he sees you, grabbing you by the waist and whispering something in your ear about his bedroom.

Once he closes the door behind him, he is quite the gentleman, peeling your clothes off you one by one, lathering you in soft kisses. The somewhat romantic mood is ruined by someone pounding on the door.

" Are you in there, sweets?" Shit, it's Gojo. " Don't lie to me. Geto saw you come in here."

You thought Sukuna would stop, but he just peels your panties down your legs and brings one thick finger to your entrance, slowly teasing it in and out with a smirk on his face.

"Are you gonna answer him?" He whispers.

As soon as you open your mouth to answer, he pushes all the way in, and you moan loudly in response

" S-sorry, Gojo, I'm ah a little busy right now." You try to keep your voice steady, but it's hard to when Sukuna adds another finger.

You here Gojos footsteps storming down the hall, oh, he definitely heard. But you don't have time to be worried when Sukuna adds a third finger and you thnk your going to cum without even seeing his dick.

When you do Sukunas licking you off his fingers, stupid smirk still on his face . You look up at him, still panting.

" Don't think I'm going to let you off that easy." When he pulls his cock out its so hard it looks like it hurts.

He barely gives you poor pussy a break before he slams in; the full length of him is almost ridiculous, and you can feel every inch of him throbbing inside you.

It's only after you both come a few more times that you're finally ready to rejoin the party.

You leave first to not be too obvious, but almost as soon as you're in the hallway, you feel a hand gripping your wrist.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" You don't think you've ever seen Gojo more mad in his life...

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You asked him if you could come over to study, yeah, sure. You had this total hotty sitting in front of you, and you just wanted to study.

You could already tell he was struggling to keep his attention on the textbook in front of him; this was probably the first time he had a girl in his room.

It was probably the first time a girl had ever touched him when your hand gently brushed against his.

Gojo thought he was being slick, as if you couldn't notice him staring at your chest or your lips when you were asking him a question.

"Do you want to take a little break, Gojo? I can't tell you're getting distracted."

Gojo couldn't even believe you were here, in his room. But you couldn't really focus on your work. He had tutored people in the past, and no one had been this chatty, asking him about himself instead of the work.

And now you want a break? He was about to open his mouth to complain when Gojo felt a hand slide up his thigh.

"Is this alright, Gojo?" Shit, you were looking up at him all wide-eyed and pouty, he could feel himself getting hard already.

"Y-Yeah," He can barely hold back his wine when you palm him through his sweats.

You gently pull him out, taking the length of him in your hands, before slowly working up and down. You were trying to take it slow at first, but the almost pained look on his face had your resolve wavering.

As you speed up, he slumps forward till his head is resting on your shoulder and his heavy breath is in your ear. You can barely make out his whimper of "close" before he's coming undone under your touch with a loud moan.

"Same time next week?"

It was hard to bridge the gap between what you had always dreamed of and your reality. It was almost depressing the turns your life had taken since graduating from high school. 

You were fighting with your parents again, that same fight you’d had your whole life, trying to measure up, and you wonder if they’d miss you. 

It seems you weren't prepared for how you would struggle to get by, drowning in assignments. 

But most disappointing of all was your distinct lack of any romance in your life, no ring, no boyfriend, no dates. 

The one light in your life was your professor, Mr Nanami. It seems like he was the only person alive who actually cared about you. He was so kind and gentle, making sure you didn't spend time with people who would "put you on the wrong path," as he put it. He had even started tutoring you after class, saying your grades were dropping.

So you didn’t really mind when you woke up in a room you didn't recognise. Pink and girly, like it was for a girl much younger than you, if you were 10 years younger, you would have been in heaven, well, heaven, with heavy cacles on your limbs.

You minded even less when your hot economic professor showed up at the foot of the bed.

"Are you alright, my dear? I hope I didn't get the dosage wrong," he kneels on the bed beside you, bringing up a hand to stroke your hair.

mdni tw: alcohol, rough sex, mean gojo, slight degradation

You came home late, just a little tipsy, still buzzing with the thrill of a night out. Gojo didn't like seeing you come home drunk, so you tried to tone down your partying tonight, much to your friends' dismay. You were even home early.

You cringe at the sound of the door closing, hoping Gojo didn't wake up. You had been fighting before you left, he said you were spending too much time with other guys, since when was dancing at the club cheating?

Since now, apparently, because Gojo was fuming, body upright and taut. Sitting on the couch, lit by a single lamp, like a parent catching a rebellious teen. It would almost make you laugh if you weren't feeling so scared.

Scared, yes, but also something else, something that the dark look in his eyes always brought out in you. Something you wouldn't admit if you weren't already a few drinks down.

"How was your night, sweetheart?" It's like all the air was sucked out of the room, replaced with thick tension.

"Do you want me to help you to bed?"

He grabs your wrist, so loose he's barely touching you, but you can feel the heat radiating from his body.

He pins you down on the bed, and you feel your blood rush to your head. Pussy throbbing with the tight grip he has on both your arms. Gojo brings his thick leg between your legs, rubbing his knee against your dripping panties, grinding against your clit.

"How was your night?"

"G-good," you don't know why you're so nervous, you didn't do anything wrong, right?

"Did you dance with anyone?"He pulls your shirt down, kissing and sucking down to your nipple before he brings his mouth around it, as you wince at the sensation. Now you're chasing the friction given by his knee, grinding against it. The feeling of his teeth grazing the sensitive skin brings you back to reality.

"Did you grind that slutty pussy on anyone?" You shake your head, wimpering as he rolls his knee into you, so gently that his next question shocks you.

"Do you really think you deserve to get fucked properly tonight?" he asks, with such a chill in his voice that it makes you shudder.

You only realize he is waiting for an answer when you look up and see piercing eyes boring down into you.

Usually, Gojo doesn't talk to you like that; he is always kind and respectful, even when you're grumpy and take it out on him.

"Is that a no then?" He removes his knee from your heat and starts to climb off you before you stop him with a hand on his wrist.

"Wait!" was he really going to make you beg for him? The look in his eyes said yes, as well as the umipresses frown on his lips. "I want it, please?"

"And? what else?" You think of a moment before it clicks. " And I'm sorry for going out and dancing with other guys."

"And you won't do it again?" You hesitate before he pulls away again.

" No, never again, only you, Gojo."

It's like you feel him everywhere, all at once, his mouth on yours, his strong arms caging you in.

"OK, but you're not getting my dick tonight," you try not to wince in disappointment. " Plus your still drunk."

But before you can protest, he's spun you around so your strandeling his hips, the delicious feeling of his bulge pushing up into you makes you your breath catch in your throat.

"Why don't you just get yourself off on this, like that whore you are?"

Usually, you hate it when Gojo insults you, but tonight it just makes you grind harder, long rolls of your hips trying to feel every inch through his pants.

"This is what you wanted all along, right, pissing me off, leaving me waiting here for you all night?"

"No, Gojo, no I-" before you can get the words out, he's thrusting up into and sending your sprilling into your release, white hot and blinding.

'So are you down to watch some Netflix and chill later?'

You think this is the hundredth time you've hit on this guy, but you'll be damned if you let the hottest man you've ever seen slip through your fingers. Who needs pride anyway?

A crease forms between his brow as he considers. 'I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I don't really have time to 'chill', with finals coming up, actually, you don't either, you should really take your education more seriously.'"

And that was how yet another failed attempt at getting railed ended up in a lecture.

You would be worried another girl would snap him up if he weren't the biggest nerd on campus, who spent all his time studying. You were really quite lucky that your dorms were assigned next to each other.

Ok, maybe you were a little worried since he started tutoring from his dorm, at all hours of the day, you saw various students, some of whom were pretty girls, entering his apartment.

You would have to be more direct if you didn't want to lose him to one of his tutees.

He looks more disappointed than surprised when he answers his ringing doorbell. Nanami figured it would be a crisis of the academic nature. Not whatever this is.

You appeared to be casual as you leaned against his doorway. What at first glance would be considered something comfy you threw on was actually carefully constructed. A low-cut tank and a pair of shorts that should really be considered underwear, hair slightly messy, with just a hint of makeup.

"Hi Kento, I was just doing some baking, and I ran out of sugar..."

His eyes slide down your body and focus on the empty cup in your hand. Success!

" I apologize, but I don't cook much, and I'm afraid I don't have any on me right now."

" Would you like something else on you?" You lean forward, this your almost brushing against his chest.

His brows furrow again, and you think you're going to explode.

You go to turn around, muttering never mind under your breath and admitting defeat, before a hand on your arm stops you.