Naiki

⤷ Contains: Jokes, constant insults, humor, drama, non-canon hehe. ⤷ Pairing: Seongje Geum x Reader, Baek Jin x Reader, Baku x Reader, Gotak x Reader, Juntae x Reader (individual interactions in the same universe). ⤷ Word count: Approximately 2k words. . ⤷ Warnings:Mild language, innuendo, explicit dialogue.

Yeon Sieun

In the library after class The library was completely silent, except for the sound of Sieun meticulously turning the pages. You were sitting across from him, supposedly studying, but you'd been fiddling with an eraser for twenty minutes.

"Hey, you damn android," you whispered, breaking the deathly silence.

Sieun didn't even look up from his physics book.

"I'm talking to you, you fucking deaf-brain," you said a little louder, stretching your leg under the table to give him a light kick in the shin. "Stop burning the midnight oil with that crap. You're already number one, what more do you want? A life? Because you need one, you miserable wretch."

Sieun sighed almost imperceptibly. He closed the book halfway, keeping his index finger between the pages so as not to lose his mark, and looked at you with his fixed, cold eyes.

"What do you want?" he asked in his flat voice.

You threw a small metal thermos you'd brought in your backpack at him. It landed on the table with a thud.

"Stop with that poison. It's ginger tea with honey," you snarled, crossing your arms and glancing at the bookshelves. "I had to put up with your dry coughs the whole damn literature class, and you gave me a headache. Drink it and shut up. If you die of pneumonia, I'll have no one left to copy my calculus homework from, you useless piece of shit."

Sieun looked at the thermos. It was warm. He knew perfectly well that ginger was good for the sore throat he'd had since morning. He also knew you'd gone to the cafeteria just to get hot water to make it for him.

Without a word, he unscrewed the lid. Steam filled the space between you. He took a slow sip and felt immediate relief in his chest.

"It's sweet," Sieun said, looking back at you.

“Of course I wasn’t going to give you rat poison, you idiot!” you replied, your face slightly red, abruptly opening your notebook. “Keep reading your garbage and leave me alone.” Sieun didn’t respond, but he didn’t put his headphones back on. He continued studying while sipping from his thermos, finding a strange comfort in your scolding.

Ahn Suho

Outside his delivery job It was almost eleven at night. Suho had just parked his motorcycle in front of the fast-food restaurant, stretching his arms with a grimace of pain. His back was aching from the double shift.

“Hey! You lazy bum!” he heard a shrill voice from the corner.

Suho turned and immediately smiled when he saw you walking toward him, dragging your feet and carrying a plastic bag.

“Oh, my favorite curse alarm. What are you doing up so late?” "It's dangerous for a dwarf," Suho mocked, getting out of the vehicle.

"Shut your damn mouth before I punch it in, you idiot!" you yelled, standing in front of him. You slammed the plastic bag against his chest. "Here. I was forced to buy this and I don't like it." Suho opened the bag. Inside was a muscle pain ointment and two ridiculously expensive back heat patches.

"Let me guess… you were 'forced' to buy back pain patches the very day I complained about my back hurting?" Suho raised an eyebrow, grinning from ear to ear.

"I told you to shut up, you moron!" You punched him in the shoulder, careful not to hurt him. "You're always whining like an eighty-year-old man, and I'm fed up with you. You're putting that crap on your back today." I don't want you driving like an idiot tomorrow and crashing into a truck, because I'm not going to your damn funeral to cry for you. I'm too lazy to wear black.

Suho let out a clean laugh, one of those that made his eyes crinkle. He took a step forward and grabbed your neck with his arm, ruffling your hair with his other hand while you struggled and showered him with creative insults.

"You're very sweet in your own way, you know?" Suho said, laughing as you nudged him in the ribs. "Thanks. It really hurt."

"Let go of me, you walking pest, you smell like motorcycle exhaust!" you yelled, even though your grip on his jacket wasn't really to push him away.

Oh Beomseok

At the Convenience Store Beomseok was sitting at the plastic tables outside the store, staring blankly at his phone, his shoulders slumped. He'd just had a terrible fight with his adoptive father and felt like the worst piece of trash in the world. His self-esteem was at rock bottom. A pack of tissues and a can of cold grape soda hit the table, startling him.

"Stop making that damn abandoned dog face, Beomseok, you're depressing me," you said, sitting down noisily in the plastic chair in front of you. "Oh… hi," he said, quickly wiping his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he'd been crying. "Don't wipe anything, I already saw your frog eyes," you blurted out, opening your own drink. "Who the hell made you make that idiotic face? Tell me their name so I can go smash their windows with rocks." Beomseok lowered his head, fidgeting with his fingers. "It's nothing… it's just that… sometimes I feel like I'm useless. Like I'm a burden to Suho and Sieun." You slammed the can down on the table so hard that some of the liquid splashed out. "Are you an idiot or were you born by a Teletubby?" you yelled, making Beomseok jump. "Listen to me, you moron. If you were a burden, Sieun would have already ignored you and Suho would have told you to get lost, because those two don't have time to waste on trash. If they're with you, it's because they care about you, and if you keep calling yourself a burden, you're telling me I have bad taste in friends. Are you calling me stupid, Beomseok?" "No!" “No, not at all, I didn’t mean to…” he stammered, scared but puzzled by the logic of your argument. “Well then, shut up and drink your damn soda!” you ordered, pointing your finger at him. “You’re part of the group, whether you like it or not, you fucking weakling. So suck it up and stop crying in corners like a fool. Open your eyes and realize you’re worth something.” Beomseok looked at the can of grape, his favorite flavor. Then he looked at you, huffing and puffing, staring out at the street with a frown, arms crossed. For the first time all night, Beomseok felt the lump in his throat disappear. A small, genuine smile appeared on his face. No one had ever spoken to him so rudely, but, ironically, the insults coming from your mouth sounded more honest and protective than any kind word he’d ever heard at home.

Juntae

The school library was deserted late in the afternoon. At one of the tables in the back, Juntae was hunched over his textbooks. His shoulders were tense, and his gaze was lost in the pages, unable to concentrate because his hands were still shaking from his run-in with the class bullies in the hallway.

Suddenly, a chair in front of him was scraped with a screech that made him jump in fright, hastily adjusting his glasses.

"Stop making that damn dog-killed-a-car face, Juntae, you're giving me a stomachache," you said bluntly, throwing your backpack onto the wooden table.

"Oh… Hi," Juntae mumbled, immediately lowering his head so you wouldn't notice his slightly watery eyes. "Sorry… I didn't mean to bother you." I'm about to leave if I'm bothering you… "Are you an idiot or do you work out in the mornings?" you snapped, crossing your arms and staring at him. "Who the hell said you're bothering me? You sit there and don't move. You have to explain what you said about classes; I didn't understand a thing. If you leave, I'll find you and kick your legs, four-eyes."

Juntae blinked, completely taken aback by your aggression, but remained frozen in his chair.

You rudely reached into your backpack and pulled out a carton of apple juice and a chocolate bar. You slammed them down on top of his open notebook.

"Eat that up quickly, you piece of shit," you growled, glancing at the bookshelves. "You look like death warmed over, you're paler than Sieun. I bet those idiots in the back stole your lunch money again, and you haven't eaten a thing. Eat already." I don't want you to faint here and make me carry you, because you weigh a ton and I'm too lazy.

Juntae looked at the chocolate and the juice. His hands, which had been trembling with fear and helplessness, were now trembling with excitement. In a school where everyone either trampled on him or ignored him, you had noticed that he was hungry and scared.

"Thank you…" he whispered, his voice a little shaky, carefully opening the chocolate. "Really… thank you. I promise not to faint."

"Well, you'd better, you lazy bastard!" you replied, reluctantly opening your own book. "Open the juice and shut up. I came here to study, not to listen to your whining."

Juntae felt his cheeks flush bright pink. He adjusted his glasses with a small smile hidden behind his book. Your insults didn't hurt him; On the contrary, they felt like a rough but honest shield that made him feel, for the first time that day, completely safe.

Park Humin Baku was sprawled on a park bench with his eyes closed, soaking up the afternoon sun after a rough fight. You came along and, without warning, smashed a thick math notebook right into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

"Get up, you illiterate brute!" you yelled, crossing your arms in front of him. "The teacher said if you don't hand in this damn paper, you're going to be suspended from the team. And I'm not going to let them suspend you because then I'll have to put up with your fat gorilla wailing every day. Move your damn hands and write!"

Baku sat bolt upright, groaning and scratching his disheveled head as he stared at the numbers in utter terror.

"Oh, come on! You know my brain isn't good for this!" Baku protested, making a huge pout. "I'd rather get beaten up by three Hyongshin guys than solve a damn equation." Besides, the letters move!

"They move because you're stupid, musclehead!" you smacked him on the back of the head. "Shut your mouth and copy what I tell you. If you get even one answer wrong, I swear I'll break your other leg myself so you'll actually have an excuse not to go to school. You're a huge animal, but you have the brain of a walnut, you moron."

Baku let out a loud laugh, settled back on the bench, and clumsily picked up the pencil. He loved it when you forced him to do things he'd never do on his own, even if it took you three hours of pure creative insults to get him to write his name.

Gotak

You were walking down the street at night, sharing a pair of earbuds connected to the same phone. Gotak had just put on a super loud, heavy underground rap song that he loved. Three seconds later, you yanked the cable, roughly ripping the earbud out of his ear.

"Take that damn noisy crap out of your ear, Gotak!" you yelled in his ear. "It sucks. It sounds like a bunch of cans banging together in a garbage truck. You're going to burst my eardrum, you deaf bastard. Your taste in music is enough to make me cry."

"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Gotak yelled back, turning red with rage and snatching the phone from you.

"It's a great song! You only listen to plastic music for dumb girls! You don't know anything about real rhythm, you crazy lunatic!" "I don't give a damn about your sewer rhythm!" "You replied, giving him a shove with your shoulder that made him stumble.

"Put on something decent before I throw your phone down the drain, you miserable wretch. You're so empty-headed, I bet mosquitoes go in one ear and out the other." Gotak huffed furiously, cursing under his breath, but ended up changing the song to a calmer pop-rock track he knew you liked, just to get you to stop bothering him. "I already changed it, shut your mouth, you damn chatterbox!" Gotak grumbled, roughly but gently putting the earbud back in your ear. "You better, lackey," you replied, walking beside him as you silently shared the rhythm, Gotak still frowning but secretly happy that you were there bothering him.

Seongje The internet cafe was dark, filled with smoke and the clatter of keyboards. Seongje sat in front of the monitor, his eyes bloodshot, violently moving the mouse while playing a first-person shooter. You were at the computer next to him, losing for the fifth time in a row.

"Move it, you damn retard!" you yelled, slamming your fist on the keyboard. "I told you to watch my damn back, you piece of trash! Are you playing with your eyes closed or what?" Seongje didn't take his eyes off the screen, but a twisted, creepy smile spread across his face. He loved it when you went wild.

"Shut your mouth, shorty. You got killed for being slow," he muttered in his drawling, cold voice. "Stop yelling at me if you don't want me to smash this computer over your head."

"Try it, you lazy psychopath!" "Let's see if you have the guts to do it," you snapped, giving him a sharp punch on the shoulder. After a while, you pulled a squashed sandwich and a can of energy drink out of your backpack and slammed them down next to his keyboard. "Eat that already, you miserable wretch. You've been glued to that screen for like twelve hours without eating. You look like death warmed over. If you collapse here, I'm not carrying your ugly corpse to the hospital; I'm leaving you lying in the hallway, you idiot."

Seongje let out a hoarse laugh that made the other kids at the computers turn around in fright. He grabbed the sandwich with his pale hands and took a huge bite without taking his eyes off the monitor.

"You're crazy," Seongje said, his eyes shining with pure amusement. "But I like this poison. Buy me another can if I win the round again, you grouch." "Go to hell, find your own slave, you parasite!" "—you answered, even though you were already searching your pockets for coins for the next drink. Seongje was fascinated that you were the only person who didn't flinch at his dangerous gaze."

Baek Jin

The atmosphere was thick with tension. Baek Jin sat in the middle of a seedy pool hall, surrounded by shady characters who owed him money. He just watched coldly as his underlings pressured the debtors. Out of nowhere, you burst in, kicking an empty chair and shattering the oppressive atmosphere.

You walked straight up to Jin, snatched the expensive metal lighter from his hand, and sat on the arm of his chair without asking permission.

"Hey, you two-bit thug, give me some money for the machines or get me a cigarette, I'm dying of boredom here," you snapped, nudging him in the shoulder with your elbow. "This place reeks of old people, and your damn lapdogs won't let me play in peace. Do something useful for once in your miserable life instead of sitting there like a damn mannequin."

The debt collectors froze, waiting for Jin to order you to be beaten up for disrupting his business. However, Baek Jin only let out an amused snort. He slowly took the lighter from your hands and pulled a wad of bills from his jacket pocket, throwing it in your face.

"Take this and go spend it before I punch you in the mouth, you noisy bitch," Baek Jin said, his face as serious as ever. "You're scaring away my customers with your crazy screams."

"I don't give a damn about your ugly customers and your filthy money!" you retorted, catching the bills in midair. "But I'll keep it anyway because you owe me for putting up with your ugly face. Don't die today, you miserable wretch, because tomorrow I want you to buy me clothes."

𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ after three weeks of watching sukuna completely unravel over his feelings, you decide it’s time to put him out of his misery by kissing him.

✿ ◞◟) ryomen sukuna 𝓍 gn!reader

𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 fluff, college!au, established friendship, first kiss together, sukuna is even more pathetic, mutual pining, reader has the upper hand, idiots in love, lots of kissing, sukuna is down horrendous for reader, longing.

part one.

three weeks had passed since that tuesday afternoon, and the thing about sukuna was that he was nothing if not stubbornly, infuriatingly predictable in his unpredictability.

he'd gone right back to flirting with you the very next day, like nothing had happened, like you hadn't watched his voice crack and his ears go pink and his entire carefully constructed confidence crumple like wet paper. he'd shown up at your usual coffee spot with that sharp grin and a comment about how you looked cute when you were sleep-deprived, and you'd blinked at him over your latte and said;

"cute enough to kiss?"

and sukuna had promptly choked on his own spit.

it was almost too easy, really, the way sukuna’s brain would short-circuit for a solid three seconds before he managed to pull himself together, the way his tattoos seemed to ripple with tension across his forearms as he scrambled for a response, the way his eyes would go just a little bit wide before he remembered to be annoying about it.

but he always recovered. that was the thing; sukuna would cough and sputter and glare at you like you'd personally offended his ancestors, and then he'd lean in close and say something like, "you wish, sweetheart", with that particular tilt to his mouth that was supposed to make you flustered.

except it didn't work anymore, because you'd seen the cracks in his armor now. you'd seen the way sukuna’s hand shook when he reached for his phone, the way sukuna had looked away first, the way sukuna had said please like it was a word he'd never learned how to use.

✮⋆˙. (▀▀̮▀) The strongest teaches you how to squirt . . .

You wanted to learn how to squirt.

Like, you really wanted to learn.

Being all over Twitter didn't help you either, as there's always somebody asking, oh, “ how do you squirt?” Or, “guys, I just learned how to squirt for the first time and I've never felt so much better.” And you just can't help but get FOMO.

Okay yeah sure, every time Gojo fucks you really good, it feels amazing, but something's missing.

He's already done everything in the book with you, with a few concepts here and there untouched, but you always end up satisfied, so you never dwelled on it.

You just really, really wanted to try feeling something new.

You already tried to do it yourself countless times, but your fingers could never reach the spots that he does, especially since his are significantly longer than yours.

So when he's currently fucking you and training your pussy to be more sensitive, it seems you finally get the hang of it.

“Mngh— fuck toru that…feels s’good..”

Gojo's long fingers curl deep inside your soaked pussy, his thumb pressing and pushing hard against your swollen clit with constant pressure.

He watched your face intently, bright blue eyes focusing on your pretty face as your walls flutter around his digits.

"Thaaat's it, baby," he murmurs, voice low and rough against your ear.

"You said you wanted to learn, yeah?"

His pace kept quickening as both fingers pumped into you steady, scissoring slightly on each thrust to stretch you open while his palm slaps wetly against your mound.

Your hips buck up off the bed, chasing the overwhelming sensation slowly building low in your belly.

Every stroke drags against that sensitive spot inside you, sending heatwaves through your body.

Gojo moves down, sucking one of your nipples right into his mouth. He bites down just hard enough to make you whine out, before soothing the sting with his tongue.

His free hand pins your thigh wider, keeping you spread for him as he works through your pussy harder.

Your breath comes out in short gasps when the pressure inside you grows almost unbearable, feeling like a tight coil getting tighter and tighter before releasing itself.

Your pussy clenches eagerly around his fingers as finally, a sudden rush of clear liquid sprays out all around them, soaking his hand and his wrist, along with the sheets beneath you in a hot, messy gush.

Gojo smiles and groans at the sight, fingering you through it with quick movements, so that the squirt keeps coming in short bursts.

"Fuuck, look at that," he growls, eyes locked on the way your cunt pulses and sprays. "So pretty when you let loose like that."

Your thighs tremble, clit becoming achingly sensitive.

You gripped the sheets and looked down at the mess, “hah…oh my god…what a mess..”

Another wave hits as he keeps rubbing your clit in tight circles, drawing out every last tremor and whine until you're left twitching, the new bedsheets already soiled under you.

He finally slows his hand down, but doesn't pull out, carefully stroking your inner walls as the aftershocks roll through you.

"Atta girl," he praises, voice coated with satisfaction.

"Knew you had it in you."

the house was unusually quiet. normally by this time, nanami would already be dressed for work and halfway through answering emails while drinking coffee that had long gone cold. instead, sunlight peaked the curtains and illuminated the unexpected sight of your husband still asleep beside you.

you studied him for a moment. his phone sat untouched on the bedside table, and looking at the clock, he had somehow slept for nearly three hours later than usual. this felt impossible for you to believe.

a low groan escaped his lips as he shifted beneath the blankets. without opening his eyes, nanami reached across the mattress until his hand found yours. his fingers tightened around it.

“I know you’re staring at me,” nanami says, his voice rough with sleep. his eyes remained closed as he spoke, and he gently tugged on your hand until it was resting against his chest. “you’ve been staring for at least two minutes.”

you couldn’t help laughing. “you weren’t even awake.”

“I am now.”

“you literally had your eyes closed.”

nanami finally opened one eye and looked up at you. “that doesn’t mean I wasn’t aware of what was happening.” his arm slid around your waist a moment later, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between you. “you’re also sitting too far away.”

the seriousness in his voice made you laugh at him. for someone who spent most of his week buried in meetings, deadlines, and endless work calls, he became surprisingly clingy whenever he had free time. it was as though he spent the entire week storing up affection only to unleash all of it the second he got a chance.

the mattress shifted beneath you as he moved closer, pressing his face against your shoulder.

“you know,” you said, glancing at the clock again, “most people are awake by now.”

“most people are exhausting.”

you rolled your eyes. a small smile appeared on his face before he buried it against your shoulder.

then you felt his lips brush against the side of your neck. the kiss was soft, almost absent-minded. you immediately smiled.

“nanami.”

“hm?” he murmured against your skin, peppering you with gentle kisses all over.

you tilted your head slightly. “you’re very clingy today.” lifting your hand over him, running your fingers through his hair,

his response came in the form of another kiss near your jaw. “I haven’t seen my love properly this week,” nanami said quietly. “I’ve been leaving before you’re fully awake and getting home when you’re already half asleep.”

the honesty in his voice made your heart soften.

because he wasn’t wrong. the past few weeks had been especially busy for him. even when he was physically home, part of his attention seemed to be somewhere else.

now, for the first time in what felt like forever, he was completely present.

another kiss landed on your lips. then another and another and ano– you laughed softly. “you’re proving my point.”

“i don’t know what point you’re talking about,” you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “today’s not about work .”

you raised an eyebrow. “no?”

“no,” nanami said, completely serious. “today is about staying in bed with my wife and let her know (and feel) how much I’ve missed her.”

his arm came around your waist, tightened. “let me spoil you today.”

— ᨳଓ .

“I wish I had someone strong to rely on” you said to ragebait your boyfriend. Unfortunately for you, Satoru took that very personally and now you’re too busy choking on him to take it back ♡

cr: @_3aem on X

CW: NSFW. rough face fucking. Throat bulge. Choking. Deepthroating. Cum on face. Spitting in the mouth. Size kink

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You were both lounging on the couch, simply enjoying each other’s company after a long day. Satoru looked way too relaxed, so obviously you had to do something about it.

A mischievous smile tugged at your lips before you let out a dramatic sigh.

“Ugh… Sometimes I wish I had someone strong to rely on”

Satoru slowly turned his head toward you, phone completely forgotten. His blue eyes narrowed, that signature cocky grin twitching like it couldn’t decide whether to laugh or snarl.

“…Excuse me?”

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.

“I just thought about it, I don’t know” you shrugged innocently.

He tossed his phone aside and in one fluid motion yanked you into his lap, making you straddle him. 

“You’re literally dating me” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah, but like…” You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “I’m talking about someone really strong”

Satoru looked at you with a mix of amusement and mild condescension. “I am really strong.”

“Mmm…” You traced a slow pattern on his arm, pretending to think deeply. “But, like… stronger”

His eyes narrowed “Stronger than who?”

You gave a casual shrug. “I don’t know”

“Yuki?”

“No.”

“Yuta?”

“No.”

“Then who?”

You sighed dramatically. “I don’t know, Toru. Someone… elite”

He looked genuinely offended. “You do realize I’m already at the top, right?”

“Mhm”

Satoru sat up straighter, hands still firmly on your hips. “You’re literally living with the peak of humanity. I’m the measuring—”

“I’m just saying…” you purred, leaning in closer “sometimes a girl wants to feel protected by someone really powerful, Satoru~”

“Oh” he said, a dangerous glint entering his eyes. “You are absolutely ragebaiting me.”

“Am I?” you asked sweetly.

“Okay,” he murmured, his legs parting wider to accommodate you, grinding his crotch firmly against yours to make sure you felt exactly what you were dealing with. His voice dropped an octave, dripping with ego and possessiveness. “Keep talking then. Tell me again how you wish you had someone strong. I dare you. Let’s see how long you can keep that attitude before I fuck it right out of you”

You smiled innocently. “…Sometimes I really wish I had som—”

Satoru growled and pulled you flush against him.

“Oh, you are so getting it tonight.”

You laughed against his neck, victorious, as his hands slid under your shirt.

—

Well, in fact, he was really fucking it right out of you. 

After fucking you senseless on the couch, Satoru finally pulled out, leaving you trembling and dripping with your own fluids. Your legs were still shaking, your breathing ragged as you tried to recover.

But he wasn’t done. 

He stood up in front of you, towering over your seated figure. His cock was still rock hard, glistening with your juices, thick and heavy as it bobbed right in front of your face. A smug, slightly mean smirk played on his lips while he looked down at your dazed expression. 

“Look at you…” he murmured, voice low and rough. “All trembling and messy because of me. And you still had the nerve to say you wanted someone stronger?”

He gripped the base of his thick cock and started slowly dragging it across your face. The heavy weight of it slapped softly against your cheek, then your other cheek, leaving a wet trail of precum and your own arousal on your skin. He rubbed the swollen head along your lips, teasingly smearing it back and forth.

“Open your mouth” he ordered.

You parted your lips obediently, tongue out waiting for him, but Satoru leaned forward slightly and spat directly into your mouth, a thick string of saliva landing on your tongue.

You couldn’t stop the broken whimper coming from your throat.

“Swallow” he commanded.

You did, eyes locked on his.

“Good girl,” he praised, but his tone was still edged with that possessive arrogance. “Now let’s put that bratty mouth to better use.”

With both of his large hands he grabbed the sides of your head, his long fingers practically enveloping your skull. His grip was firm, controlling, leaving you with nowhere to go.

He pushed the thick head of his cock past your lips, sliding it over your tongue until he hit the back of your throat. Then, without warning, he thrust forward hard, burying himself deep in one powerful motion.

You gagged instantly, your throat tightening around his heavy cock. Saliva immediately started dripping from the corners of your mouth, running down your chin.

Your eyes widened when you felt it — the obscene bulge in your throat. Every brutal inch of his cock stretched your neck from the inside, the thick outline of his shaft clearly visible under your skin as he forced himself all the way in.

“Fuck— look at that,” Satoru groaned, eyes darkening with raw lust. He kept one hand on your head while the other slid down to wrap around your throat, his palm pressing lightly over the prominent bulge. “You can see me right here, baby. So fucking deep.”

He started fucking your throat with deep, rough strokes, watching mesmerized as the bulge in your neck moved up and down in time with his thrusts. Your throat convulsed violently around him, the obscene outline of his cock appearing and disappearing with every snap of his hips.

Your jaw ached from how wide you had to stretch around his thickness, but you were so ridiculously wet that the discomfort only made you throb more. You were certain you could cum just from this.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and soon spilled down your cheeks as he thrust harder, burying himself to the hilt again and again. You could feel his heavy cock pulsing against your tongue, the veiny underside dragging along it while the bulge in your throat kept shifting under his fingers.

You gagged wetly around him, loud and messy. The wet, obscene sounds of him fucking your throat filled the room.

“Breathe through your nose, baby” he cooed mockingly, still thrusting deep, his thumb stroking the bulge in your neck. “You asked for it, now take it”

He picked up the pace, pulling you forward to meet his hips as he drove into your throat. Your eyes watered uncontrollably, tears streaming down your face while you looked up at him with hazy, fucked-out eyes.

Satoru’s breathing grew heavier, his abs tensing as he got closer.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum all over this pretty face” he growled.

He pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. He stroked himself fast and hard right in front of you.

“Look at me” he demanded.

You did, mouth open and tongue out. With a deep, guttural groan, Satoru came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot across your face in powerful spurts. He kept pumping his cock, milking every last drop onto you until your face was a complete mess.

When he finally finished, he let out a long, satisfied breath and looked down at his work with a dark, proud smirk.

“Fuck… you look so much better like this,” he murmured, thumb gently spreading some of his cum across your bottom lip. “All mine”

He crouched down in front of you, still towering slightly, and wiped your eyes carefully with his fingers so you could see properly. Then he leaned in and kissed your forehead, surprisingly soft despite everything.

“Still wish you had someone stronger?” he asked, voice husky but affectionate now.

You could barely speak, but you managed a weak, breathless smile. “…Maybe tomorrow.”

Satoru chuckled and pulled you into his arms, lifting you easily from the couch. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up”

-

yeah im not okay

multiple characters | 18+, mdni

one ❤︎.ᐟ

soaking his cock size kink need him to cum inside

two ❤︎.ᐟ

he loves taking you from behind pussy-drunk boy he can be rough!

three ❤︎.ᐟ

bouncing you on his cock got horny in the morning riding his face

four ❤︎.ᐟ

mirror so you can see how good he ruins you your thighs are his weakness messing up your cute underwear

five ❤︎.ᐟ

when you've been a brat worships you when you ride playing with his pretty dick

PSA:

riding your boyfriend satoru for the first time (o^^o)

you're already halfway down when you realize you might have bitten off more than you can handle.

satoru's cock stretches you open inch by inch, and even with all the prep—his fingers, his mouth, the way he worked you open on the bed of his dorm room until you were dripping and begging—it's still a lot. he's big. you knew that from the way he'd felt against your thigh, from the way he'd groaned when you'd wrapped your hand around him earlier. knowing and feeling are two very different things.

"easy," he murmurs, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. his hands are on your hips, thumbs pressing into the jut of bone there, but he's not guiding you. he's holding you steady. letting you set the pace. "easy, sweetheart. breathe for me."

you do. shaky inhale through your nose, slow exhale through parted lips. your thighs are trembling where they're bracketing his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. he's propped up against the headboard, shirt long since discarded, hair a mess of white silk falling into his eyes.

he looks wrecked already, and you've barely started.

"that's it," he says, and there's a strain in his voice that wasn't there before, a tightness around the edges. "you're doing so good. just—take your time."

you sink lower. another inch. the sensation is overwhelming—full, hot, stretching you in a way that borders on too much. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin. he hisses, but it's not from pain.

"fuck," he breathes, head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, you're tight."

you pause, breath catching. "is that bad?"

"no." he laughs, but it comes out strangled. "no, it's not bad. it's—" he grits his teeth, jaw working. "it's a lot. in a good way. keep going."

you push down further, and finally, finally, you're seated fully in his lap. his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you stay still for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.

mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheart—cooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in public—only to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.

mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.

mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.

mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; he’ll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, “you like it better when i’m mean to you, don’t you?”

mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.

mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.

mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. he’ll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.

୨୧ ― The flickering neon sign outside Toji's shitty little apartment paints his sweat slicked back in a red glow as he slams into you, bare with no condom this time. His rough calloused hands bite into your hips hard enough to bruise, the smack of skin on skin drowning out the choked whimpers you can't stop.

"Look at you," he growls, voice gravel drenched and smug. A thick vein pulses along his cock as he drags it out slow -too slow- just to watch your pussy flutter, desperate and empty, "Clenchin’ like a fuckin’ virgin around me every goddamn time. Beggin’ me to stay." His thumb swipes through the mess dripping down your thigh, shoving two fingers past your parted lips without warning, "Taste that? All you. No rubber bullshit ruining the flavor... Or fun."

You gag around his digits, tears pricking your eyes as he rams back in with a squelch. The obscene wetness of him splitting you raw makes your toes curl. He’s right -fuck he’s right- every drag of his bare cock lights your nerves like kerosene.  

"Shoulda seen your face," he laughs, hips snapping forward to nail your cervix in a way that makes you see stars. The headboard cracks against the wall, your nails scratching red angry lines into his back. It's too good, so fucking good, but the thought of him filling you up like this- "Eyes wide, screamin’ ‘Toji, please, I’m not on the pill-!" His mimicry of your panic is vicious, mocking, "Too late now, princess, I'm gonna pump your womb full 'til it takes."

You feel him swell, thicker, hotter. Panic claws up your throat, "Wait-wait, I can’t-!" Despite your protests you can't help but pull him closer, thighs wrapped tight around his waist as he hammers home again and again, a broken mantra of, "Oh fuck oh fuck oh~-"

Toji cuts you off with a snarl, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing tight enough to make your pulse hammer under his palm, "You can."

It’s the way he says it -like a vow, like a curse- that unravels you. Your legs tremble around his waist, heels digging into the muscles rippling across his lower back, "S'too good- T-Toji~♡!!! Please don-don't stop!! D-Don't p-pull out~♡! Make me a mother~" 

He grins, all teeth, "There it is."  

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Toji Zenin hates condoms because he needs you to feel it- the primal, filthy truth of him branding your insides. The schlick of your juices mixing with his cum, the way your walls spasm when his tip kisses your cervix. He wants you dripping him for days, every step a reminder of how he utterly ruined you. No one could ever satisfy you the way he does.

But more than that?  

He hates them because latex can’t give you his kid.

His favorite girl, you- the woman he can picture with a tiny diamond on your ring, belly swollen and soft. The idea of you carrying his brat makes his cock ache and his teeth grind. He imagines you walking around, round and glowing. Your tits, heavy with milk, aching for his mouth.

"S’why you keep comin’ back, right?" he mutters later, holding your limp body close as he licks the sweat from your neck. He rubs your stomach, still flat, but not for long, "Deep down… you want me to put a baby in you."

Toji can see it now- a boy, with his jawline and his eyes. A girl, with your smile and his nose. A handful of tiny brats, all perfect.

He knows it would be a mistake. A kid deserves better than a monster, a man who can count his friends on one hand. Toji will never be anything more than a glorified hired body. But the thought is tempting.

"Imagine my brat, growin’ in that pretty belly. Havin' family dinners… Soccer games… Movie nights…"

He's not the kind of guy you can build a life with. Too rough, too wild, too dangerous. But Toji can't deny the way his heart clenches at the idea.

"Fuck, baby… That'd make me so fucking happy…"