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18+ toji realises just how much you like to be called doll ୨୧
the first time he used the nickname was when you had got all dressed up for dinner one night, wearing the sweetest dress and looking so pretty in the makeup you'd put on. "looking like such a doll," he'd said, kissing the top of your forehead. he immediately noticed the way your breath hitched in your throat and how you looked away the way you did whenever you got shy.
from then on, he's been using that pet-name for you religiously. "morning doll"; "how was work, doll?"; "you done in there, doll?" — every waking moment of the day and night, he's calling you that, just adoring the way you look so abashed and how your voice turns so giddy and sugary afterwards.
and now, with his fat cock plunged inside your syrupy walls, pistoning his hips into you at a brutal pace, he decides to call you that sweet name in the bedroom, wanting to see just how much of an effect it has on you.
"like when i fuck you like this, doll?"
the way your pussy clenches so hard around his length, squeezing him like you're already trying to milk him dry, even he feels himself hissing at the delectable feeling. "fuck," he chuckles lowly, lips turning up into that signature smirk of his. "just a pathetic little fuckdoll, aren't ya?"
a string of babbles and whimpers escape from your parted lips, clawing your nails down his back and leaving red lines all over his muscles. he can tell you're already close by the way you're grabbing onto him and as he thrusts deeper into your velvety cunt, he whispers by your ear, "make a mess f'me, dollface."
with those last few words, you're gushing all over his cock, juices soaking him and the sheets below. he pulls out and watches with eyes blown wide open, entranced with the way you're trembling and squirting everywhere. it is the hottest sight he has ever seen before and he needs to see it all over again.
before you can even take a second to breathe, he's burying his cock back into your dripping pussy, making you arch your back off the bed and crying out his name so loud, you're sure the neighbours can hear. but he doesn't care. he's going to ruin you and use you like the pretty little fuckdoll you are — until everyone in a five mile radius remembers his name.
toji will do just about anything you want if you fuck him right first.
18+ content: smut, pussywhipped!toji, sub!toji if u squint, fem reader, sugar daddy dynamics
whatever you’ve done to his brain should be illegal.
toji’s never paid for pussy in his life. he’s not that kind of guy. but he’d gladly hand over his life savings if it meant you’d sit on his dick and never come off of it.
he feels like a fool when you’re squeezing him the way you are right now. hands shaking with his head thrown back and his neck exposed. grumbling nonsense to himself while he musters up the strength to not blow his load right then and there.
this is the closest thing to submission he’ll ever give you. toji likes to call the shots in the bedroom, but right now? he chooses to lay back against the pillows and let you use his dick however you need to.
doesn’t matter if he’s already cum, he’ll pull you back on it even when the sensitivity stings hot behind his eyes. even when the feeling of your sloppy heat makes his brain feel like it’ll melt through his ears.
“y’know.” you start, bracing your palms on his knees to better rock yourself onto him “you haven’t taken me shopping in a while.”
“yeah?” he pants, not at all registering what you just said. “yeah, whatever you want baby.” his voice trails off halfway through the sentence, too focused on the ripple of your ass against his hips. men were so easy.
it’s nights like these where toji chastises himself for not being able to keep up with your impressive stamina. fucking you was a gift and a curse wrapped all under a pretty pink bow. you made him work for it.
you slow your pace just the slightest bit, looking over your shoulder with a teasing grin to offer him a silent opt out.
toji shakes his head immediately. like the thought alone is the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard of.
“no, no. i’m fine. that dick is all yours.” he mumbles, nuzzling into the crook of your neck like a feral animal. “card’s all yours, money’s all yours. m’ yours.”
jackpot.
make no mistake, he could push his palm against your lower back and have you ass-up in a second. could decide he’s bored and fasten a hand to the back of your head, maybe pump you full of another load. but he doesn’t. whether that’s because of free will or because the synapses in his brain are overloaded with pleasure is something he won’t get into right now.
or maybe he’s just saying that to make himself feel better. maybe he really is the pussy drunk loser he never thought he’d become.
cw: explicit sexual content, teasing, making a deal w nanami, masturbation, creampie, degradation, who knew you were such a cumslut. happy kinktober!
It started with a stupid argument. “You’re a sex addict,” Nanami said casually, loosening his tie after work.
Your head snapped around, affronted. “Am not.”
“You can’t go two days without whining to me to fuck you,” he countered, unimpressed.
Your mouth dropped open. “That’s—fuck you. I can go a week.”
“A week? Fine. Deal.”
“W-Wait wait really?” You hadn’t expected him to agree, damnit. “What are the terms then? You say ‘no sex’ but what does that mean? Can I walk around naked? Can I give you head?”
He leaned in, cupping your chin, thumb brushing your lip until you opened and slipped it into your mouth. You swirled your tongue over it, sucking slow, just to prove a point. “The deal,” he murmured, pulling his thumb free with a wet pop, “is nothing. No sex until Friday. And there’s no fucking way you’re lasting that long.” You glared at him before standing up and waking off to your bedroom already trying to think of ways to make him cave first.
On Monday, you decided if Nanami thought you couldn’t keep your hands off him, then fine—you’d prove that he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
He was already half-dressed for work when you padded out of the bedroom, deliberately bare, your hair still mussed from sleep. You didn’t bother covering yourself, not even when the cool morning air brushed over your nipples, making them pebble.
Nanami froze with his tie draped around his neck, eyes catching on you before he immediately looked away. “Put clothes on.”
You smirked. “Why? It’s my apartment too.”
“Because I asked you to,” he said, voice tight, fingers tugging the tie into a neat knot. You crossed the room slowly, savoring the way his jaw clenched the closer you got. You bent down in front of the coffee table to grab your phone, your ass on display, back arched like a damn porn cover. “Hmm. You’re not looking at me.”
“Correct.”
“But you want to.” You straightened, letting your hands drag up your body until they cupped your breasts, giving them a teasing squeeze. “I mean, you’ve spent how many nights with your cock inside me, Kento? And suddenly I can’t even walk around naked?” His hands paused mid-button. He took a long, controlled breath, then picked up his briefcase. “This is juvenile.”
“It’s effective,” you whispered, stepping into his space before he could move away. You trailed your fingers down the crisp line of his shirt, then lower, to where his slacks stretched a little tighter over his thighs. “God, I could drop to my knees right now and swallow you before work. You’d look so hot in that tie, fucking my throat until mascara’s running down my face.”
Nanami grabbed your wrist and moved your hand off him. “Your attempts are pathetic, so stop wasting your energy.”
You pouted and snatched your hand out of his grasp, making sure to make a show of your ass as you walked away.
Tuesday night during dinner at home, you “accidentally” dropped food in his lap. He sighed, napkin in hand, but you crawled under the table before he could protest. His thighs shifted when you palmed him through his slacks, massaging slowly until you felt him harden under your touch. “Stop.” His voice was a warning tone. You kissed his cock through the fabric. He set his fork down. For a long second, you thought he’d let you. But then his large hand curled into your hair and dragged you up firmly. “You’re not going to win.”
Fuck, he was good at this.
That Wednesday you joined him mid-shower, sliding in behind him. “Room for two?”
He sighed, scrubbing his hair. “Get out.” Instead, you pressed yourself to his back, hands sliding over his chest. His cock brushed your thigh, heavy and already twitching at your touch. “I’m not touching you where it counts,” you teased, stroking everywhere but his cock. “Not against the rules.” When his hand suddenly gripped your wrist and pinned it to the tile, you squeaked, thighs clenching. “You’re making this very difficult,” Nanami ground out, water cascading down the ridges of his shoulders.
Finally, Thursday night, you were curled up beside him in bed, Nanami propped against the headboard with his book. He looked unfairly perfect—hair still damp from his shower, reading glasses perched on his nose, completely ignoring you.
So you let your hand drift under the blanket. First over your stomach, then down between your thighs. You parted them slowly, letting soft moans slip past your lips as you circled your clit with two fingers. Nanami’s head snapped toward you. The book slammed shut. “That’s not allowed.”
“This isn’t sex,” you whispered, hips rolling up into your own hand. “You said no sex. This… isn’t sex.”
“Stop.” He growled, his cock already hard under the thin fabric of his sweatpants. You smirked up at him, breathless. “You’re hard just from watching me. Who’s really losing here?” You slid your fingers lower, pressing them into your soaked entrance with a needy moan. “God, Kento… I’m so wet just thinking about you.”
He scoffed, attempting to draw his attention away from your self-pleasuring and failing. “You’re pathetic.”
“You want to see how pathetic?” you challenged, pushing two fingers inside and gasping as your back arched. The sound of his sweatpants hitting the floor made your pussy clench in anticipation. “Kento—” His cock pushed inside you before you could finish, forcing you to stretch wide around him. Your back arched, a moan tearing from your throat as he bottomed out, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your cervix. “Fuck!”
“Yeah,” Nanami snarled, hips snapping against you, “fuck is right. That’s exactly what you wanted, isn’t it? All week—” thrust “—acting like a brat—” thrust “—making me hard every fucking day.” The sound of your moans, wet pussy squelching filled the room as he continued to pound into you.
Your moans turned into cries as his pace grew brutal, sweat dripping down his temple, his mouth at your ear. “You couldn’t even last four days, sweetheart. Pathetic.”
Your nails clawed at the sheets, your cunt squeezing him so tight he hissed. “Nanami—fuck—so good, so good—”
Nanami groaned, fucking you through it, harder, deeper, until his release spilled hot and heavy inside you. He stayed buried to the hilt, cock twitching as he filled you, your pussy milking every drop. He finally pulled back just enough to kiss your temple, voice rough. “No sex until Friday,” he repeated mockingly. “You didn’t even make it to midnight.”
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You are mentally scared beyond repair from all the trauma you have dealt with in your life. Rather than tears it has left you with having a very questionable kink that you know you can never act on or tell anyone about. Especially not your gentleman of a boyfriend Suguru Geto. But tonight it is Halloween night, you are alone, angry at your boyfriend for ditching you to party with his best friend Satoru Gojo, and buzzed. When an unknown caller id rings your number do you pick up the phone? (DUH)
pairings - Ghostface!Suguru x F!reader x Ghostface!Satoru
warnings - kinks - mask kink/knife play/threesome - MDNI - angst, mentions of drug use (not reader) and drinking, mentions of abuse, murder, suicide, and blood, choking, extreme knife play, slight blood play, bondage, tit play, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, spanking, degradation and praise, dirty talk and use of pet names, rough unprotected piv sex, backshots, cucking, cum play. (Overall it’s just both Suguru and Satoru being cocky but sweet idiots and reader is just sandwiched between the two idiots and loving it.)
wc- 11.6 k (kms)
an extra sweet kinktober treat. (art by the lovely artist - aransmind on tw - if you haven’t already please check her out — her art is gorgeous.)
The universe dealt such a weird deck of cards for your life, like fate had a sick and twisted sense of humor that just wanted you to be mentally fucked.
It all started with the woman who birthed you, the devil disguised in a drug addict. You often wonder how she isn’t rotting in jail with all the morally wrong things she has managed to do in her life. But her being on the run and wanted by the police does always answer that thought. Even when they would catch her since she would be too drugged out on the side of the road, somehow they wouldn’t realize just who she was and let her go. Fucking idiots. The police only would put two and two together after she had run yet again. You hadn’t psychically seen her since you were a child so that is some form of relief but it always makes your stomach churn when someone mentions her. Like she is always some looming presence in your life, waiting to wiggle her way back to you.
Fate must have been rolling on the floor with laughter when it handed the second supposed to be caring woman in your life, your step mother. A woman that can be seen as picture perfect elegance unless you knew her, and saw the witch her personality truly was behind closed doors. The abuse both mentally and psychically took a toll on you, but you grew to accept it, like it was just part of your everyday life. Because for you it honestly was.
She was the first person in your life to hold a knife up to your throat, threatening to end your life and you didn't even bat an eyelash. Not a single tear rolled down your cheek as you just looked up at her, waiting for her to actually do something. You knew she was all fucking talk, a crazed out losing her mind bitch that wouldn’t actually do it. Even when you felt the slight sting of the blade barely puncturing your neck like a paper cut, you said nothing until she screamed and stormed off. All fucking talk. Or so you thought.
It wasn’t even two weeks later that the screaming of her and your father jolted your 15 year old self awake. The sound of a blade falling to the bathroom floor was what you registered next. Fuck. It felt as if everything was moving in slow motion when you heard your father yell that he was going to run to the neighbors to call the cops, his words faster than what you were processing, something like “she just tried to kill him” and “broke his phone” was the only thing you were getting. You were still shell shocked and unmoving, hoping that you had locked your door last night so she couldn’t get in. You were going to die and you couldn’t even move. You weren’t even crying just sitting in bed waiting for the inevitable.
The police and your fathers voice are what finally snapped you out of it. You smelt the rust and metallic scent in the air and part of you just knew, she wasn’t there anymore. You weren’t phased looking up at the police barely talking as you answered their questions. Forcing yourself to tears when you heard that she had ended her life with the same knife she had threatened you with not even two weeks ago. The pair of sewing shears she tried to stab your father with still stuck in the shower wall.
Even years later in therapy you can’t bring yourself to actual tears about the incident. But funny enough you had made the many therapists you have had cry about it though. It was always such an odd feeling watching someone cry over your trauma when you couldn’t even truly cry about it yourself.
The next individual fate sent your way was just a fuck buddy you grew attached to. He fucked you like he hated you, and it was something you sickly needed. When his hand would wrap around your throat and he would say the filthiest fucking words as he pounded into you, it made you feel so fucking alive. Even if he squeezed you a little too hard and the oxygen was starting to deplete you wanted, no, craved more.
You were sitting on your couch considering whether or not he was boyfriend material and if you should actually just ask him finally out, when you saw his face flash across the news, Toji Fushiguro. He seemed like the dangerous criminal type so you weren’t exactly shocked to see him arrested but seeing that he was an infamous serial killer was a shocker. Watching all the gory details of how he murdered people but especially woman, fucked you up but not in the way you would have thought.
You were jealous.
Jealous of the fact he didn’t pick you to be one of his victims and you didn’t understand why. Why didn’t he want to kill me, am I not good enough to be murdered? You really were fucked in the head.
Sick fantasies and lingering thoughts of if he had killed you would creep up and ruin your mind. You tried to justify it that he was a sexy muscular man and who wouldn’t want to be killed by him, but you knew it was so much more than that. You were a sick pervert who got off to the thought of getting killed.
You tried to push the thoughts when you met your now boyfriend, Suguru. He is a gentleman, sweet, and truly just perfect. You didn’t want to fuck this kind of relationship up with your twisted fantasies. He is gentle when he loves you, worships your body and makes you feel so fucking complete. Not like the deranged person you know you are deep down.
Suguru has a best friend, Satoru Gojo. They have an odd relationship you have come to notice and somewhat gotten used to despite it feeling like you are a third wheel in your own relationship. Everything is involved with Satoru in some way. From him dropping by unannounced when you are at Suguru’s apartment, him being a cockblock and calling Suguru repeatedly while you two are fucking, or even to him coincidentally appearing when you and Suguru are having a date with some pretty model on his arm. No matter the day or time he is there like a shadow.
On these “surprise” appearances while you and Suguru are on a date, it doesn’t matter who the girl with Satoru is or how jaw-dropping stunning her looks are, she always will eye you like you are some competition in her way. Like all of these girls somehow believe they could fuck both of them if they wanted. Which probably they could… and it fucks with your mind.
But you trust Suguru with your whole heart, he wouldn’t do that to you. Even if maybe he and Satoru did those kinds of things before, which you don’t know if they have but, you wouldn’t be shocked by any means if this was the case.
Part of you wonders if that was truly something the two of them did, why wouldn’t Suguru want to do that with you? Am I not good enough for a threesome with them, does Suguru think I am not good enough in bed for that? You always have to shut your brain up from thinking about your twisted insecurities, but you really just want to be wanted in the same way others are.
Satoru is always scandalous with the girl on his arm no matter the place the forced double date is taking place. It’s a weird almost heart racing feeling but you swear you can see Satoru always watching you when he is making out with them or slipping his hand further up their thigh. You haven’t voiced this to Suguru but with how attentive he is you wouldn’t be surprised if he notices it too even if he pretends not to.
Whenever you get anxious at these “double dates” Suguru always notices, which is why you feel like he knows what Satoru is doing. Since you were a child it’s been your nervous tick of you digging your nails into your palm. But with Suguru it always somehow turns into him grabbing and then holding your hand under the table within seconds, even when you think he doesn’t notice. The indents of your nails in his knuckles instead of your palm, even though it isn’t meant to be, are a silent claim that he is yours.
A few mornings ago, like clockwork, Satoru showed up to Suguru’s apartment almost immediately after you two got done making love. This sex was different from what you both usually have. You were a bit of a brat and had begged Suguru to spank you, which he did gladly.
It wasn’t even all that painful and you weren’t walking oddly but then Satoru goes “hows your ass”.
You had become frozen in place at his words only for him to laugh like it was the funniest joke in the world. You kicked him in the shin to shut him the fuck up, muttering to him that “his dick would be next” or something along those lines – its been a few days so you have forgotten.
What you haven’t forgotten is the argument you started with Suguru later that night over it.
“Why the fuck are you telling Satoru about our fucking sex life?” You hissed out at him that night glaring daggers.
“Sweet girl, it was just a joke to tell him to be easy on you if he came over…” Suguru purrs oh so calmly which pissed you off more. Like why the fuck was he so calm when you are yelling at him, at least yell back to make this fight work. Your scream in frustration made him cup your face softly.
“I’m sorry my love, I won’t do it again if it upsets you so much.” He murmurs but it still felt like he was just saying what he thought you wanted to hear.
“Fuck you. It’s not that it upsets me, it's an evasion of our privacy. What if I went telling my best friends about our sex life?” You glared harder to not try to fall for his alluring voice and sweet expression.
“I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to, you can brag about me and how well I fuck you, all you want to them.” He teased like this fight was “funny” to him.
“Suguru Geto!” You smacked at his chest and pushed him off you. And all that did was earn his chuckle and a kiss on your forehead as he tried to hug you again.
“I’m sorry princess I am just teasing. But I’m not when I say I won’t tell Satoru anything like that again. I love you and I truly am sorry for disrespecting our relationship like that, it was with no ill intention, I promise.” Suguru’s voice was actually sincere which made you relax a little, finally succumbing to the hug he was trying to give you.
“I’m still mad at you.” You mumbled against his chest.
“I know pretty girl, I know.”
Which is why tonight you feel even worse. It’s Halloween, and Suguru promised to hang out with you, but he canceled at the last minute claiming work was going to be later than he had expected. You read the texts over and over again since you wanted to believe him, until you decided to check social media and saw Satoru’s instagram story of him and the rest of their friend group out clubbing.
You weren’t invited, and although you didn’t see Suguru in the photo, you felt knew that he was with them. It was in your gut feeling, and from your knowledge of how often Satoru does that weird puppy dog pout that always gets him his way with Suguru and all their friends.
You sigh putting on one of Suguru’s white shirts over the lacey black lingerie that you were wearing, you bought the set just for tonight, not like it matters now. The garters barely covered from how much his shirts engulf you.
You snuggle into the couch scrolling through potential horror movies to watch before finally settling on the movie, Saw II.
It was during the needles in the pit scene that your phone rang. Expecting a drunk phone call from your apologizing boyfriend, makes you confused when you see a no caller id calling you. Even though normally you wouldn’t answer a no caller id, something inside you tells you to, maybe the fact it's Halloween or you are a Buzzball and a half in, but you pause the movie and answer the phone.
“Hello?” You murmur, your voice slightly tipsy.
An obviously voice changed man’s voice repeats your greeting like you are the one who called him.
“Yes? Who is this?” You question in the same tone as before.
“Who is this?” The man asks you back.
“Sorry dude I think you have the wrong number.” You sigh, hanging up the phone call, you figure it's just some stupid prank caller. It is Halloween after all.
Turning back on the film and settling back into the couch gets delayed within a minute – if even that. Another phone call from the unknown number.
“Hello?” You deadpan not wanting to deal with some teenager fucking with you.
“I'm sorry I guess I dialed the wrong number again.” You can hear the hint of tease in the voice even through the voice changer.
“Mhm. Sure. Well bye.” You hang up the phone just for it to ring yet again almost immediately. You answer despite getting to the verge of being pissed. “What the fuck do you want?” Your voice a slurred hiss.
“Calm down pretty, you seem interesting and I’m bored, so I just wanted to talk to you for a minute.” The voice rushes to say. You click your tongue in disgust, far too annoyed with your already shitty night to deal with this.
“There are a plethora of other numbers to bother. Bye.” You glare at your phone, throwing it to the other side of the couch.
You figured they finally stopped after five minutes of bliss that are focused on the horror movie. But no. Cause the universe had to say, fuck you – I guess. You crawl across the couch picking up your ringing phone hitting decline. Immediately it begins ringing again. A back and forth dance of three declined calls before you finally pick up again knowing they won’t stop if you don’t.
“Can you just go fuck yourself and leave me be?” You yell into your phone, past the point of giving a shit. This prank calls bullshit ruining the effects of your buzz and sobering you up.
“Why don't you want to talk to me?” Even despite the voice changer you can hear the pout in the voice. “I won’t bite sweets… pleaseeee… just five minutes. I pinky promise!” It’s like an annoying fucking puppy, you think. A lot like some other asshole you know, Satoru.
“You know what, fine. If talking to you for five minutes gets you to stop calling me and interrupting my movie. Go ahead. Speak.”
“What’s the movie you were watching?” There definitely could be worse things you could be doing so you sigh softly before answering the question. “Saw two? Isn’t that the one in the house?” When you confirm, the voice keeps pestering you with questions. Not just about the movie itself but asking shit like "what’s your favorite horror movie?" But when you ask questions in return – they go unanswered or feel rather hollow, not trying to give you information about themselves to clue you in any way to who they are.
“So, you got a boyfriend?” The voice drawls and for some reason it makes you giggle. It’s probably the alcohol and being upset with Suguru for fucking ditching you. The tipsy part of you wants to draw this out while the in love with Suguru part of your brain hesitates.
“I do.” You murmur before adding, “Why? You want to ask me out on a date?” It’s stupid of you but fuck it, not like you will ever talk with this prank caller ever again.
“Maybe I do… shame someone snatched you up before I could.” The voice puppy whines before grunting slightly like someone just hit him.
“Yup… too bad.” You giggle looking down at you manicured nails, wondering just who the fuck you are talking to. It’s so weirdly familiar that something in you just doesn't sit well but you still continue with it.
“You never told me your name.” You laugh at their insistence because yeah you had not said shit about your name to them.
“Why do you want to know my name?” Because why would you ever say your name to a stranger that didn’t even say who they were?
“Cause… I want to know who I am looking at.” Your blood runs cold, your body instinctively turning your attention to the window in front of you. You don’t even know why you believed the voice, you live on the third floor of an apartment building how could someone be looking at you. The fire escapes – no that would be impossible, right? It’s just a prank caller on Halloween you keep trying to remind yourself. But it doesn’t feel like bullshit, no, you feel watched.
“What do you mean, who you are looking at?” You whisper in fear while nervously laughing. A moment of silence from the voice before he laughs. Goosebumps litter your arm as the voice begins to describe your appearance and what you are wearing in perfect detail.
“W-what… what do you want…” Your voice immediately a worried whimper. Sure you had wondered what it would be like to be killed – far too many times – but this was real. You were going to die, your gut twisting in fear.
“Nothing pretty girl, I just want to play a game...” The voice cooes to you. You want to say no but you are smarter than that, so you mumble an agreement letting this happen.
“Here's how to play. I ask you some questions and if you get all of them right we can just hang up and pretend this never happened!” You feel sick – you shouldn’t have drank, you shouldn’t have picked up the phone. Why the fuck couldn’t Suguru be here. “Don’t worry sweetie, the first two will be super easy I promise it’s just horror movie trivia!”
You feel like throwing up as you agree to play along just wanting this to be over. You know your fair share of horror movies so you should know these answers... right?
“First question since it was the movie you were watching, who is the killer in the Saw franchise?”
“Jigsaw.” You quickly mumble. Unsure if the voice wants a more indepth answer from the way they crackle clear their throat. It wasn’t good enough, so you continue out of fear. “Uhm… it’s primarily John Kramer who is considered being jigsaw… but Amanda does it too technically with the pig mask since she was his apprentice?” The words coming out rushed like word vomit hoping you don’t somehow fuck this up.
“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard, now was it? I mean you could have done a little better, there are some other accomplices to John Kramer but I’ll let it slide.” The male’s voice purrs in the cocky voice-changed tone as you fidget nervously. Feeling the bile threatening to come up. “Next question, pretty, it’s another easy one I promise. Which killer wears a glove on their right hand? I’m practically giving these answers to you.”
“Freddy Krueger.” You answer immediately. You had just watched Nightmare on Elm Street with Suguru last weekend, plus you have seen that movie around Halloween every year since you were about eight. It was like child’s play answering that question.
Even though you should be crying in this moment with your life on the line, you aren’t. You do still feel fear and like you want to vomit, but there's a dark thrill in this situation. The damaged beyond repair from all your trauma, sliver of your brain is enjoying this. And even though you want to – you can’t deny the praise from this stranger is making your stomach flip in desire.
Stupid fucking praise kink.
“You are such a fucking good girl, answering that so quickly. Now a harder question sweetheart, only two more and we can hang up and pretend this never happened, ok?” Your murmured ‘mhm’ makes him chuckle before he continues. “In The Ring, how long do people have to live after watching the video tape?”
This is another easy one, fuck did he mean by hard? It’s literally said so many times in the movie.
“Seven days.” You say softly. It reminds you of when you were little and you would cover your face with your hair and repeat those words like Samara. You were a weird kid, ok? You recently admitted to Suguru about this when you two watched the movie last week. He teased you relentlessly for it, even doing it himself just to fuck with you.
Like a light bulb it clicks – all of these questions feel so oddly tailored to you – like they know you somehow. I mean, it is such a random set of horror movies to ask questions about, and all movies you had just recently watched. However your thoughts are once again interrupted by the voice talking.
“Right again, you really do know your horror movies sweetness, I am so proud.”
Your stomach twists, eyes still darting looking around the apartment for any movement. You haven’t left the couch, from the fear overtaking you – so your line of sight of what you can see from the spot is a little limited. You try to convince yourself to calm your racing heart; you only have to answer one last question.
Despite it being in your hand, you haven’t even dared to try and use your phone to answer these questions. Even if they have been easy and answers you know, you fear something bad would happen if you even tried.
“Final question sweetie. Name the killer in Friday the 13th?”
“Jason! Jason! Jason!” Not even thinking twice you shout it into the phone. You fucking got all of them correct, already lifting the phone from your ear to end it, the voice stops you dead in your tracks.
“I'm sorry that's the wrong answer, sweet girl.” Panic shoots your face. What the fuck does he mean that’s wrong?
It's Jason Voorhees. Jason fucking Voorhees.
Another stupid fucking horror movie you have recently watched.
“Fuck you, I got that right its Jason. I just watched it a couple of weeks ago.”
“Afraid not, sweetie. If you watched it a couple of weeks ago, then you should know that the original killer was Jason's mother, Pamela Voorhees. Jason wasn’t the killer until the sequels, pretty girl.” Your mouth gapes like a fish.
He’s fucking right. You are such a fucking idiot, thinking on instinct instead of truly thinking about the question. Tears don’t even fall as you realize how you fucked up. This was your own fault.
You slide off the couch, standing up, preparing yourself for anything. The kitchen is the closest to you. You could run in there and grab a knife you think – at least something to defend yourself with. Quickly, your body moves on auto pilot drowning out the laughing and whatever the fuck the man is saying now. Phone still in hand as you lock the front door adjacent to the opening in the kitchen before grabbing a knife.
“That’s not going to help you love.” The voice purrs. Your eyes immediately scan the area of the apartment again with the somewhat expanded depth of view being in the kitchen. Still in confusion on how they could see you in the third story of your apartment building.
“What are you going to do to me?” You mumble. Trembling hands clinging to the steak knife waiting for whatever is going to occur. You feel like a fly caught in a web waiting for the spider to strike.
Stepping slowly out of the kitchen to stand in the middle ground leaning your back against the back of the couch. You turn your head slightly, looking in the direction of the hallway leading to your bedroom and then turn your head the other way at the other end of the hallway leading to where the guest bathroom and your used to be roommates room is. The voice is silent making your stomach perform summersaults as you wait in fear for him to strike.
“It’s cute how you are looking around for me. So eager to meet me? I feel so honored!” The voice gushes like this is a blind date that you are looking for, not potentially your killer.
“I bet you are just running through the possibilities in your mind. None would work, cutie.” He says when your head looks back and forth down both sides of the hallways again. You feel sick as you wait for the inevitable, terrified to move an inch. But deep down that twisted part of you is turned on from this. It makes your heart hammer wondering if Toji did this with his victims.
Toji.
You hadn’t even considered this being him. Nevermind. The thought goes away just as quickly as it came.
He was currently rotting in jail, this wasn’t him. Maybe he got someone to do it for him. That would mean he still thinks of you. Your body instinctively reacts, your thighs shifting rubbing together, the thought makes you wet that he did actually want to kill you.
You were good enough to be murdered. And that made the sick pervert in you so excited even as your heart raced in fear.
“Leave me alone…” You squeak out without much threat behind it – knowing there was no use.
“Awe… you want me to leave you alone? But we are having so much fun together.” Instead of answering you shake your head, since apparently he can see you. The voice chuckles. “No? Too bad sweet girl.”
The line clicks and you look down at your phone in confusion thinking maybe it died. No. Still basically full of battery.
Than why the fuck did he hang up now after saying that?
You don’t even have time to react as suddenly a huge glove-covered hand suddenly claps over your mouth. You scream against it, squirming attempting to stab behind you with your knife. Immediately they overpower you, grabbing your wrist and throwing your knife towards the front door. Their now free hand wraps around your throat. A stifled sob escapes your throat, the person behind you making you move forward. So they can slide off the back of the couch, holding you so your back is now flush against their solid chest.
From the shadows of the right side of the hallway another figure emerges from your ex-roommates bedroom. The fire escape is next to the window in there, so you aren’t surprised.
They are definitely tall and wearing a Weeping Ghost mask, a black hooded robe with tatters and spike trim, and gloves as well. Based on the small glimpse you saw of the one behind you while miserably failing to fight him off, they are wearing the same thing. The one stalking towards you is holding a large, sharp knife that makes your skin crawl.
Finally your mouth is uncovered, why try screaming when your throat is constricted – plus your neighbors are probably off busy partying, so nobody would care or hear. Your body and him with it get practically shoved to the ground by the Ghostface(?) behind you. You aren’t even sure that's what these two psychos are called – but it seems fitting because of the mask – so you will just refer to them as that. The one holding the knife walks closer to you. When you struggle a little in the hold of the one behind you he chuckles, voice changer still strong even not on the phone – you notice.
“It’s too bad that you lost, sweets. Hey, shh shh don’t cry.” You don’t even realise tears are beginning to drip from your eyes till he mentions it. Unable to even just wipe them away as they roll down your flushed cheeks.
“Don’t make any sudden movements.” The one behind you murmurs. Even with the exact same voice changer as the ghostface in front of you, this one has a more soft raspy purr to their tone. “Relax sweetheart.” He adds quietly in your ear, like it was only meant for you to hear.
It’s a minor soothing agent, Ghostface #2’s voice. So familiar and comforting even if he is going to be killing you. You nod before whimpering, thighs shaking and almost giving out under you from the awkward on your knees position you are in.
“You are going to do exactly as I tell you!” Ghostface #1 chirps, like he needs to be the center of attention, and that this truly is a fun game for him. He walks a couple of steps closer.
The hand around your neck grips you tighter, as if Ghostface #2 is done with #1’s bullshit. With the small bit of ability you can to maneuver your head, you move it so your eyes can dart back and forth between the two masked individuals. It takes a second but it hits you like a tidal wave. Tall. The kind of tall that isn’t normal, and two of them at the same height from what you can tell.
No. It couldn’t possibly be them you think. There is no fucking way. Your mind races as the wheels turn, but it doesn’t make sense, your boyfriend and his best friend couldn’t be capable of this… or maybe they could.
You didn’t even realize Toji was a serial killer, you think to yourself.
But that was different. The small hint of hope in your conscious fights back. He was just a hookup, Suguru is your boyfriend. You are with him more often than not. You would know if he was a killer. Wouldn’t you?
Too late to worry about that, you realize as the other masked individual that isn’t gently choking you walks over blade in hand.
You look up at Ghostface #1, even if you can’t tell which is which, you know it’s one of them. Eyes locked on him, watching his every move, as he crouches in front of you. In seconds he lifts his blade, no time to react or even flinch, you just prepare to be killed. Mind racing at a million thoughts per second.
Rather than it slicing through you, the sharpness of the blade cuts through Suguru’s shirt with ease – revealing your lingerie as you shiver at the sudden coldness. Nipples perking up from the loss of warmth pressed up against the black lace. It is almost like you can hear the one holding the blade’s grin at the reveal.
If you could, you would cover yourself with your arms. Even though Suguru has seen every part of your body and kissed every inch with such love and reverence, Satoru hasn’t. He’s with models – you have seen how downright jaw-dropping gorgeous they are from the dates he crashes, how could you ever compete with that?
Even though you have a pretty body and get compliments often for it, the fear of being disgusting to someone like him makes you want to coil up in a ball. But of course you can’t with how you are restrained by Ghostface #2, your body on display to both their eyes.
“Fuck.” Even with the voice changer you now can recognize that cockiness anywhere. Satoru.
So it was him bothering you on the phone with all those “prank calls”. Your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you when it felt like some annoying puppy just like Satoru.
If he is the one holding the knife, that would leave the one that is behind you with his hand wrapped around your throat, to be Suguru. It clicks why even with the voice changer his voice soothed you. He always did, and yet now he is going to be part of the ending of you.
Ghostface #1, or should you say Satoru, lifts the knife in his hand again, your body finally somewhat reacts, flinching before freezing in shock – prepared for the worst to happen. Maybe he just wanted to see your skin before killing you. But again, no. Instead, he just begins gently tracing the knife through the valley of your breasts down to your tummy. You shiver from the blade against your skin, Satoru chuckles at this, which makes his voice changer break up a little, garbling it.
Maybe you hadn’t noticed on the phone call but these aren’t the best voice changers. For someone so rich, why didn’t he get something better?
The thought makes you giggle, although it is small from the restriction on your throat.
Maybe it is out of nervousness or you are finally getting your wish to be killed. But the one that somehow makes the most sense to you, is the sheer fact that you know just who this man is, trying to intimidate you. He is the same man who puppy dog pouts at you for your sweets, who will argue with you over his love of Digimon, and makes you feel like a third wheel in your relationship.
Satoru fucking Gojo.
It's just weird that he’s the same person holding a knife to you. To break you from your thoughts, and probably pissy at you giggling at his attempt to be intimidating, Satoru taps the point of the blade against your lace clothed nipple.
“Ah, ah, ah pay attention, sweets.” The voice changer cooes at you. The one behind you, Suguru, grimaces almost in annoyance, maybe like this is taking too fucking long for him, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. Some sick part of you agrees – which is extremely fucked up for you to even be thinking. Because considering, “why is this taking so long”, when your life is about to end, isn’t normal. But why the fuck is Satoru prolonging this so much. Like a kid playing with their food. Maybe that was all you were to him, food.
“Do you feel how sharp the blade is? At any moment I could slide it inside you, twist it, and leave you to bleed out here on the floor. Nobody would know… or care for that matter, sweet girl.” You look up at Satoru terrified.
It’s true, with them being the killers hardly anybody would care to check up on you. Maybe someone will notice if you didn’t show up to work for a week. You stopped hanging out with most of your friends after getting with Suguru, but maybe one would think to check up on you if you leave their texts unanswered and their stories unwatched for too long. But that’s about it.
You hardly even talked with your father after you moved out, since the trauma surrounding everything was too much and he lived states away. Your body would already be rotting by that time, what good would any of that do?
Then the thought crosses your mind that they could pretend they found you as an explanation as to why their finger prints might be everywhere. Pretending to be the knights in shining armor to your death. The victims instead of the perpetrators.
“You don’t want that do you, angel?” Suguru croons into your ear, even though it's still a voice changer your body shivers because you know it's him. And in the worst time possible you can’t help but feel so much desire. You technically are getting the two of them on you, fulfilling your thoughts that you would have during the surprise double dates, and it makes arousal drip from you, soaking the thin lace material of your panties.
You try squeezing your thighs shut but it is a struggle to do so in the position you are in. You don’t want to give them more motive. But maybe subconsciously you want them to see how affected you are to this.
Another tear in your clothing, the bra of your lingerie being cut in half down the middle snaps you out of your thoughts. Your tits bounce free, nipples hard and perked up, the material sliding off your shoulders pooling with Suguru’s shirt behind you, practically into his lap. But still there is not a single scratch on you.
You swear you can hear a whimper even with the voice changer from Satoru. One of his gloved hands gently grabs your left tit, squeezing it between his palm. His fingers rolling your nipple till it fully perked up. It might have been the slip of the tongue on his part but he whispered your name as he lifted the knife tracing your right nipple with the blade once more. Your body betrays you, letting out a soft moan in pleasure.
Against your back when you moan, you feel something hot and thick pressed up against you, Suguru was rock hard right now. And when you lower your gaze slightly you could see the distinct outline of Satoru’s hard cock even through his robe. Both of them were just as turned on as you during this.
Why are they turned on by killing you?
That’s like the pot calling the kettle black. You chide yourself. I mean your panties are literally soaked from them potentially killing you.
You are such a horny hypocrite.
Your whimper cuts through the air and suddenly like it's an invitation the hand around your throat loosens and drops to your arm so that Suguru can hold you back more comfortably. You cough a little at the sudden increase in airflow.
With you being preoccupied with coughing, Satoru nudges your legs further apart until you practically fall back into Suguru’s lap. Your thighs are spread wide, showcasing the forming wet spot on the lace covering your cunt, for Satoru’s eyes.
Rip. Your panties are shredded by the knife before you can even blink leaving you completely bare except for the garters on your thighs for them both to see. Normal for Suguru but uncharted territory for Satoru, unless maybe Suguru had shown him pictures before. But you guess not from the guttarl groan Satoru lets out, his voice changer fucking up, as he sees your glistening cunt.
“Fuck… you are soaked, sweets. You must be twisted in the head if you are this wet from being held at knife point.” Even with Satoru’s voice changer his voice is raspier. He flips the knife, before pressing the handle against your clit. Your hips buck instinctively as you moan softly at the sudden pressure where you need it. Slowly he lowers the handle along your slit, your arousal coating it. He teases just the butt end of the handle against your dripping hole barely pressing it in.
“P-psycho…” You whine out in a moan. Squirming at the sick pleasure filling your body. A breathy moan escapes your lips as more of the handle sinks into your eager pussy. “Mnh- Fuck.”
“My god look at you, good fucking girl. Such a little slut that you like a knife up your pretty pussy?” Suguru’s voice changer purrs. His hands rubbing small circles on your wrists that only you would notice.
You shake your head trying to deny it, but Satoru doesn’t let that slide you assume. He thrusts the handle again, angling it to hit a spot inside you that makes a pornographic moan accidentally escape your lips.
“Sorry sweetheart… you can deny it all you want, but your cunt fucking loves it.” Satoru purrs, his cockiness oozing out even with the voice changer.
He keeps thrusting it slowly in and out almost all the way in before barely leaving the end of the handle in like it’s his cock fucking into you. He could so easily kill you like this… both of them could, and yet they aren’t. If anything they are taking all the precautions of being careful so that the blade doesn’t cut you as Satoru fucks you with it.
You feel close just from the thrill of this taboo alone. Something you know they can tell with the squelching of your cunt and the soft whimpers and moans you involuntarily let out. You shouldn’t be surprised but you are when Satoru abruptly takes the handle out of you, probably to tease you before putting it back inside you.
You spoke too soon about them being careful. A sharp pain makes you scream as you look down at the crimson coming from your inner thigh. Satoru is immediately panicked repeatedly saying “Shit”, dropping the knife from his hands. Some fucking killer he is if he is afraid of blood. Suguru lets go of one of your arms to smack Satoru hard upside the head.
Satoru stumbles back from his crouched position, falling flat on his ass. No time to mind that it fucking hurts.
“Satoru!” You scream out in pain before thinking. Shit. They don’t know you know.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Satoru says your name quickly and softly. He tries squeezing your thigh – maybe to stop the bleeding. You can’t tell what's going on in his rambling head before he suddenly shuts up, finally realizing that you had said his name and that he said yours. “How did you know it was me…” He whispers.
You whine in pain glaring at him as he stops trying to do whatever the fuck he planned to help with your thigh and slides his mask up. His breathtaking blue eyes blown out with desire and his face contorted in concern.
“Not hard to guess with your tall-ass height dingus. Are you going to fucking kill me or not? This fucking hurts just get it over with instead of this torture.” You hiss out whimpering in pain.
“Kill you? Suguru said you wanted this?” Satoru whines – his voice back to his normal one with the mask off his face. His hand raking through his messy white locks slightly tinging them pink as he doesn’t realize some of the blood got on his glove.
You hear a grimace behind you as Suguru rips his mask off. You hear the sound of ripping fabric and then suddenly part of what you assume is the hood of the robe being wrapped around the bleeding part of your thigh to decrease the crimson dripping from you.
“I thought you wanted this…” Suguru mumbles. “For me to pretend to kill you, I have been planning this with Satoru for over a month.”
“What the fuck are you on about?” Your voice strained from the pain. You try to backtrack and think back to anytime you had told Suguru your sick and perverted fantasies about the threat of being killed turning you on, but your thoughts come up blank. You knew that you had kept that hidden from him. Right?
It’s as if all time stops when Suguru explains in detail a drunken night where you had spilled everything. You had told him every gory and horny detail of yours – through tipsy giggles and shushes of “It’s a secret… don’t tell Suguru.” As he recounts everything that led to this moment and how he orchestrated this for you. Your face flushes, the throb of the wound momentarily forgotten from the embarrassment and love you feel.
“Can we go back to it then…” Your voice a hushed whimper. “I don’t want to waste the surprise you took all this time to do.”
“But I ruined my hood and you are hurt, my pretty girl…” Suguru murmurs softly, brushing some of your hair back. You quickly shake your head grabbing and then tugging his mask back down – his mouth uncovered so you hear his actual voice.
“Please.”
One simple pleading word is what led to Suguru princess carrying you to the bedroom, laying you down gently like a porcelain doll, making sure to not hurt your gash in your thigh further. Satoru trailed behind, he had picked up his bloodied knife to keep up the now false illusion, placing it on the bed gently. Before tugging his robe and clothing underneath, off. In comparison the way Suguru moved was seductive. Not rushed or sluggish but still much more slow and precise, peeling his clothing off like he had all the time to do so.
He got on the bed once he was fully bare, resting against the headboard before pulling you into his lap. Your back once again flush against his chest, with his hard length throbbing behind you, eager and waiting to be inside you. Unlike Suguru who still wore the mask, Satoru climbed onto the bed without his, positioning his lengthy body between your legs.
“You know how fucking long I have wanted to fuck you, sweetheart? Suguru wouldn’t let me. I don’t blame him… if you were mine, I wouldn’t let him fuck you either.” Satoru croons his words out before groaning as he eyes your still glistening pussy throbbing with need. You didn’t get to finish with the end of the knife and being in between two naked and beautiful men is making you so wet and needy.
You hadn’t been looking before but when your eyes finally trail down his bare body, fuck. Satoru has such a pretty cock.
Slapped against his toned abs, its leaking precum like a faucet down the shaft. Some of it getting onto his snowy happy trail. By just looking at it you can tell it’s a little less girthy, but length wise it’s longer, and his tip is flushed a different shade of pink than Suguru’s.
But even with the differences it looks just as pretty as your lover’s cock that is pressed against your back.
Your breath catches as Satoru lifts up the knife again. Maybe he wants to continue playing with you with it or possibly hold it against your neck while he fucks you? But no. He licks it. His tongue glides in a slow drag from the handle soaked with your arousal to the tip of the blade where your blood is still dripping from it. His eyes never leave yours as he does. A hum of pleasure escaping his lips at the taste of you.
“Fuck. Even your blood tastes sweet… you really are special.” You shudder under Satoru’s praise not wanting him to stop.
You never thought seeing someone lick your blood off a knife could turn you so on, yet here we are.
The knife drops from his hand like a predator on a mission lowering his body down until you can feel his puffs of breath against your sex.
“No marks.” Suguru murmurs with a tone leaving no room for argument.
“But why not…? She doesn’t mind, do you sweetheart?” Satoru puppy whines as he kisses at your inner thigh. His words tickling at you making you want to squirm if you weren’t in such an iron grip.
You can’t even get a word in and he lifts the makeshift bandage just to lick a filthy stripe up your thigh from the base of the bloody wound to your cunt. Your wince of pain turns into a gasp of a pleasure from your lips at the needed contact on your clit from his tongue.
“So fucking sweet. Even better from the source. Suguru you are too fucking lucky.” He purrs against you, his words and breath against you making you shiver. More arousal just pouring from your little hole onto his eager tongue.
Satoru laps at you with such devotion, as if he cannot get enough. His tongue making quick licks against you before humming on your clit. Alternating between both until he finally finds the rhythm that has your thighs trying their best to squeeze around his head. But Suguru keeps them secured, kneading into the meaty flesh but being careful to not make contact with your wound to put you more in pain.
Suguru’s lips are busy at work too, a wake of fire in their path. Hot and needy sucks against your neck leaving pretty bruises over the old ones he has graced your skin with from past intimacy. He was not a man shy to leave his mark on you all over. Especially now, when his menace of a best friend is whimpering like a puppy finally being fed, while tongue fucking you.
The two of them working in such perfect sync has you breathless.
“Does his tongue feel good baby?” Suguru croons in such a sugary sweet tone that only you would be able to tell the jealous undertones with the way he asked. But of course Satoru notices it too. So, to be a smug asshole right as you are about to respond, Satoru latches immediately back onto your clit humming against you before sliding one of his freakishly long fingers to thrust inside your little hole. You can’t help but let out a pornagraphic moan, weakly nodding at Suguru’s question.
“Awe my poor fucked out little slut can’t even properly respond?” He clicks his tongue in mild annoyance. “No baby that won’t do. Use your words.”
“F-feels good…” You barely manage out. Your breathing escalates when Satoru’s finger presses the spot inside you that makes stars appear in your vision. He lifts his head from eating you up just to groan at how much you are dripping down his digit.
“Fuck… so fucking tight. Does Suguru even properly fuck you, sweetie? I mean no offense but, you are this tight around only one of my fingers?” His face lifted to show you his false pout like he cares so much about the answer. You can feel the glare – despite him still kissing you – Suguru gives him. Even with how consumed by the pleasure you are you feel that slight shift in energy. The wolfish grin Satoru gives Suguru all but confirms that he is thinking the same thing as you.
“Mnh… Satoru. S-shut up and get back to it.” Your voice is shaky and breathy but you want some semblance of control between the two men. Suguru stops kissing your neck when you speak up, and grins against the back of it like he is proud of you. But Satoru on the other hand whimpers like a scolded puppy. Before nodding, diving his head back down to please you.
If it is even possible, Satoru is even hungrier between your thighs than before. He laps his tongue up your slobbery with his spit and your honeyed arousal slit. Dragging the flat of the pink muscle up your drooling cunt until it kisses your twitching clit with a flick. Your gasp gets muffled by Suguru kissing you deeply, drowning out your cries with his tongue dominating your mouth, cradling the back of your head to keep your focus on him. The plastic of the mask bumps against you, making it difficult to properly kiss him but Suguru doesn’t seem to care.
All while Satoru is busy at work removing his finger to instead delve his tongue into your little hole while you pulse around it, as his perfectly shaped nose bumps at your clit. He can tell it’s not enough for you, from how you aren’t clenching the same way you did around his digit. Satoru lifts his face from between your thighs just to wolfishly grin at you, your arousal coating his chin and drool dripping from his lips that he doesn’t even care to get rid of.
“Prefer my fingers instead, pretty girl?” Your small nod – because your mouth is currently occupied – earns his groan.
Broken gasps and moans from your lips fill the room as Satoru now thrusts two of his fingers in and out of you. Scissoring and bullying themselves in your walls. His hips rutting against your girly pink bed with neglected need as Suguru grinds himself subtly against your ass. One of your Hello Kitty plushies falls off the fluffy comforter as the headboard forcibly bumps against the wall from the movements of the three of you.
The filthy slurps of Satoru eating you out and Suguru’s loving praises make your stomach coil. Feeling the need to cum getting closer with each flick of his tongue. They both can tell you are close for different reasons and it spurs them on like no other. Just like you crave the two of them, they crave you just as much, if not more.
“Cum on his fingers, my sweet angel. I know you are close. Cum for us, baby.” Suguru’s encouraging croons in your ear send you over the edge. A broken moan breaks free from you as you gush down Satoru’s knuckles.
“Sugu… Toru’.” You practically scream out.
Your mouth remains open, pulsing around his fingers, and your arousal just coating his chin. Gushing so much wetness you can fucking hear it, so loud in your otherwise quiet apartment.
Satoru gently eases them out of you, before bringing them to your lips. You eagerly part them but Suguru beats you to it. His cheeks hollowing as he sucks your release off his best friend. Satoru’s face is filled with shock but he involuntarily groans softly.
“Suguru, that wasn’t for you.” Satoru huffs out. “I wanted her to taste how sweet she is. In fact she tastes better than the Halloween candy I was eating earlier.” His tone being as whiney as a kid whose candy was just taken from him.
I mean I guess according to him you tasted like candy, so saying that wasn’t too far off.
“She has tasted herself before, because of me.” The possessiveness rolls off Suguru’s tongue with ease even with his honeyed tone. “And I’m tired of fucking waiting to pleasure, my girlfriend.” Suguru growls like a reminder to Satoru of what his place is here.
He lifts you slightly up in his lap to align your little hole with his weeping mushroom tip. Not even giving you time to protest before easing his tip inside your eager pussy. Despite just being fingered, Suguru still struggles while pushing past the first ring of resistance inside you. Your tight cunt trying its best at accommodating to fit him as he groans into your shoulder before biting down on it.
“I can’t hold back, pretty girl. I’ve done that too fucking much tonight.” His voice a mumbled grunt into your ear as he bottoms out in one deep thrust. Prickling tears and a sobbing moan escaping from you at the sudden fullness. Suguru is always so big to handle and you always need time to adjust, but he doesn’t give that luxury to you right now. Not just from his words but you can feel his urgency as he bullies himself deeper in your clenching walls.
“Sugu, you are such a meanie.” You whine out from being so full.
Seeing Suguru’s cock connected with your body, Satoru finally breaks out of his trance and moves his body out from between your legs.
“Suguru~ I want to feel her pretty lips wrapped around me.” Satoru cockily says, crossing his arms before he fully moves himself off the bed. His cock is standing straight up and you aren’t even sure how he bends his body to pick up what you can only assume is his mask.
“Too fucking bad.” Suguru grunts, using the opportunity of Satoru no longer being on the bed to slide out of you and manhandle you. He gets behind you, and instead of you in his lap, he maneuvers your body until you are on your hands and knees, ass arched for him. He’s back inside you, his tip kissing your cervix again within seconds. His cock thick and ready to pound your insides mercilessly.
Satoru frowns at Suguru’s words before slipping his mask half way on, just like how Suguru’s ghostface mask currently is.
“You are seriously not cucking me… Suguru, that’s not fair!” Satoru rakes his fingers through his blood tinged white hair with the biggest pout known to man on his face.
“I can. She's my girlfriend. Do I seriously need to remind you again?” Hearing Suguru’s gruff tone shuts Satoru up momentarily as sits back on the bed in front of you. Positioning his body so his cock was in front of your face, your lips instinctively parting.
“Baby.” Suguru murmurs the pet name with such a false syrupy croon, as he gently wraps one of his hands around your throat. “I just said he couldn’t fuck your throat. And look at you, parting your lips like a needy whore in heat. Close your sweet little mouth for me.”
Your whimper barely stifles your moan. You clamp down on Suguru harder at his voice having such an underlying dominating authoritative tone. Even though you want to be brat and test him like you would any other day, you can’t tell by his energy to not fuck with him. So you listen, closing your lips.
“Good fucking girl.”
The next 10 minutes the room is filled with moans, grunts, and the sound of slapping skin. The air is thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Satoru fucks his fist in front of your face and Suguru pounds you from behind. Although Suguru was initially gentle with his words, praises, and soft kisses that you feel like were maybe a – i’m sorry for scaring you – are now no more since it’s like a switch went off and the killer roleplay is coming back from the way he is treating you.
“Fuck you are so needy.” Suguru pants out through his deep thrusts, his grip leaving indents from his nails on the left side of your hip. “Clenching me more than usual, you like the fact I could snap your pretty little neck right now, huh?” As if to emphasize his words he squeezes your neck tighter, sucking more of your airflow away.
“No, that's not the reason, is it? You like the fact Satoru is here watching you get fucking ruined on my cock.” Your whimper makes him grin, you can feel his canines practically kissing against your skin.
“Mnh.. hah– fucking knew it, my sweet girl. God, you are such a needy fucking slut.” Suguru’s words are whispered against your flushed skin as he peppers kisses on the backs of your shoulders all the way up the nape of your neck.
Even with how mean his words are, Suguru’s kisses on your neck and lips are with such adoration even while he spews the filthy insults. His love in each brush of his lips washing away any form of worry that could come in your head before it even manifests.
Your eyes are locked on how Satoru’s long fingers that were just deep inside you are now wrapped around his cock. Pumping in rough strokes, the precum oozing from his tip like lube, helping him stroke faster. His jaw clenched and part of his bottom lip being bit at by his front teeth. The way his head is tilted makes you know that even with the mask covering them, that his eyes are only on your face and how you look falling apart on Suguru’s cock.
The sight of him like this makes you change your mind. You want to be a brat towards Suguru – your whole body just salivating for the taste of Satoru’s cock.
“Sugu… let me help him too please.” You barely manage out, voice constricted by the hand around your throat.
Suguru glares daggers down at you, his thrusts stilling. Even though neither you or Satoru can see his eyes you know that there is a jealous venom to them by his movements. Sudden airflow fills your lungs, as he unwraps his hand from your throat. You are confused since Suguru still hasn’t spoken a word. But before you can even blink. Smack. A loud crack on your ass, jiggling from the force of it. Your body lurching forward, the tip of Satoru’s cock brushing against your lips.
“You want to be such a slut, go ahead.” His voice a honeyed purr to disguise the venom behind the degradation. You smirk before parting your lips. Satrou grins tracing your lips with his tip coating his precum on it like it’s a gloss.
“Wider, sweet girl. You see how big my cock is, open up more.” Satoru croons. You listen to what he says, opening your mouth more for him. He feeds his cock into your mouth gently. Suguru grimaces behind you but begins slowly thrusting again.
Satoru is gripping your hair so tight that it stings, but the pain spurs you on. The salty but almost sweet taste of his precum coats your tongue the more he pushes into your throat. Suguru while this is happening pulls his cock fully out. Your hips arch, wanting him back inside you. He slaps his tip against your entrance before slamming fully back in. Your sobbing moan vibrating around Satoru’s cock and forcing you to take him further down your throat.
Despite the roughness of their movements Satoru caresses your cheek as he fucks your face, his other hand still wrapped in your hair using it to move your head. You breathe through your nose to take him so deep, gurgling around the base, barely not choking on it.
Your throat wants to constrict because of being stuffed so full from both ends, but you fight it, wanting to please them both.
Satoru continues to pump his cock in and out your mouth, whimpering at your attempts to deepthroat him, because of how your throat tightens around him. He is restraining himself from cumming already, sensitive from fucking his fist, and your suctioning throat making it all the more impossible.
Whereas Suguru is so rough with you in a way he never has before. Red palms from the spanks he leaves on you litter your skin, the sting making your legs shake. You know that you wouldn’t still be on your knees if it wasn’t for him holding you up by your hips to fuck you harder. Your body is in such a mean arch struggling to handle both men and how insatiable they are, both trying to manhandle your body in the way they want. You absolutely love it, even with Toji you never have experienced sex quite like this. He was rough for sure, but this is different, this is so much more.
“Cum for me, princess. I can feel you tightening, cum on my cock. It’s all fucking yours.” Suguru rasps before sucking another hickey onto your throat. His raven hair tickles at your skin. You whimper, unable to nod or speak but your pussy speaks for you. One of his hands snaking between you to toy with your neglected little clit just twitching at the touch. Sure and knowing circles on your clit from knowing exactly how to send you, with all the experience he has being your boyfriend.
A few more rough thrusts from behind you, and quick circles on your clit, bring you over the edge moaning around Satoru, and your pussy throbbing around Suguru. Tears falling from your eyes, at the intensity of your orgasm, making your mascara run a little. Small black streaks dripping down your face.
You gush down Suguru’s cock, making a mess of the sheets with your arousal dripping from between the two of you. A creamy ring from your cum is being left around the base of him, coating his cock with every thrust. Fucking you through your orgasm with such intensity that you know he is trying to draw another from you.
Satoru stops caressing your face to swipe at one of the tears bringing it up to his lips licking it off. “Fuck.” He whispers in a grunt, his cock swelling more in your throat on the verge of cumming. “You look so pretty when you cry, sweets.”
“Good girl… you came so much. I’m so proud.” Suguru croons. “I’m close too, want me to breed this pretty pussy, baby?” You tighten more around him, moaning around Satoru’s cock at the thought. He hasn’t ever come inside you before, and the thrilling need sends shivers down your spine. “Tell me sweetheart, want my cum deep inside you?” Suguru continues. “Oh right your poor throat is all full of Satoru’s cock, because you wanted to be a bratty slut. Well I guess I get to pick then.” He chuckles like he isn’t affected, but you can feel swelling deep inside you, his cock just grinding so nice and snug against your cervix, his tip practically kissing it.
You try to ease yourself off Satoru’s cock – so you can answer Suguru to protest – but he doesn’t let you. Shoving his full length in so your nose is up against his ivory trail. You choke against it whining as the two of them fuck you the way they want, getting closer with each thrust to their sweet release.
“Suguru let me cum down her throat please.” Satoru whimpers, trying so hard not to cum, gripping your hair like it’s his only lifeline.
Despite his glare, Suguru nods, neither letting you get a say in. The both of them using you like a fuck doll.
One more thrust sends Satoru over the edge, a whimpery groan leaving his lips. Hot spurts of cum flood your throat, struggling to swallow it all down as more just keeps coming. Satoru groans as he releases your hair, petting it instead so you at least feel some semblance of sweetness in this moment, with how rough they are being. A drop of his cum spills from his lips as you try your best to swallow it all.
Suguru follows suit right after. Gripping your hips as he stills, flooding your insides with his milky seed. Hot sticky ropes just painting your insides like his own personal canvas, filling you to the brim. He slowly pulls out of you, your shared arousal bubbling out of your abused little hole.
He clicks his tongue before gathering the pouring out mixture of you two, shoving it deep with two fingers back inside of you. Making you gasp around Satoru at the feeling. Sensitive beyond belief.
Finally, Satoru eases himself from your lips, both of them taking their ghostface masks off. Suguru peppers you with kisses and reassurances, rubbing your sore limbs. While Satoru makes way over to your bathroom to grab a wash cloth to clean your spent body up. The two of them are so loving with their movements despite being so rough just mere moments before. You are surprised with just how sweet Satoru is being in this moment, considering how much of a cocky bastard he usually is towards you. But this feels so nice.
He gently cleans you up before pulling away, throwing the damp used cloth into your hamper. Satoru comes back to your bed, throwing the Hello Kitty that fell, back on it – before looking like he wants to be in your embrace too.
“I think it’s time that you get the fuck out Satoru.” Suguru grumbles, pulling your sweaty body closer to his with such possessiveness. You nuzzle in his embrace giggling at how mean he sounds.
“But I want to cuddle too.” Satoru whines. But, he listens, holding back and tugging his pants on. You aren’t exactly where he had a pair of pants in your apartment but you were too fucked out to truly care.
You yawn softly, shaking your head as you bury your face more into Suguru’s chest.
“See, even she agrees, out.” With how he sounds you wouldn’t be surprised if Suguru throws one of the smut books you have on your nightstand at Satoru’s head.
“I’ll be back in the morning… hmm I could pick up breakfast as ‘I’m an I sorry I stabbed you’ compensation.”
Even you are getting a little annoyed with Satoru. “Toru’ get the fuck out of my apartment before I stab you back.” You lift your head to see his feigned shock look. But he grins tugging his white sweater over his head.
“Such a meanie… but fine, princess~” You know he is playing up the wounded puppy card. “I guess, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.” He pouts like you just hurt his whole soul despite him just grinning.
“Next time I am definitely fucking your pretty pussy though. Your throat wasn’t enough, sweets. Suguru, you gotta learn to share properly, we learned this together in kindergarten.” Satoru smirks at his own words as the cockiness oozes from his lips.
Smack. Your intuition was right. From your peripheral vision you can see Suguru pick up and then proceed to throw your book directly at Satoru’s head.
He couldn’t even react. It was so quick. His mouth dropping open in shock before lifting up his hand to rub the spot where the book hit in the middle of his forehead. You giggle at the sight before exchanging a look with Suguru.
“OUT.”
this is my first time writing for kinktober and i’m just over the moon. this has been my baby i’ve been working on and off on since around august. i love horror movies and SCREAM has always been one of my favorite slasher films, so this fic has a special place in my heart. the trauma for reader with her mothers is heavily based on my own that i have endured in my life so i apologize if that content was a little heavy hitting. i really wanted that trauma to set the course for why reader is so mentally damaged (just insulting myself here LOL).
i hope you enjoyed it my lovelies MWAH MWAH stay tuned for my freddy krueger!toji dropping on the 16th for the FREAKTOBER event hosted by my wife ( @redrrem ) and the sweetest cuties ( @for-ests & @joemama-2 ).
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★ summary - toji’s supposed to let you rest. but when he wakes to find you soft and pliant in your sleep, he can’t help himself—touch turns to ruin, and ruin turns to need.
★ pairing - toji x fem!reader
★ warnings - somnophilia (consensual), size kink, overstimulation, light choking/hand over mouth, biting, breeding kink undertones, praise + mocking dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, slight degradation, rough sex, dubcon elements?? (you wake up mid-way but you're into it! no noncon here.), aftercare, explicit language.
★ wc - 3.1k. kinktober m.list!
toji isn’t supposed to touch you like this.
he tells himself that when he comes home late, muscles aching from a job, pulling the door shut quietly behind him. the place is dark and silent, except for the faint sound of your breathing coming from the bedroom. you’re already asleep, curled up under the covers, soft and peaceful.
he should leave you be. crawl in beside you, maybe sling an arm over your waist and pass out. that’s what any decent man would do.
but toji’s never been decent.
he lingers at the bedside, unmoving. unable to peel his eyes away from you.
the way your chest rises and falls. the way your shirt’s ridden up, showing the curve of your hip, smooth skin calling to him like a beacon.
“fuck,” he says under his breath, dragging a hand down his face. he knows better. you’re asleep, dead to the world. touching you now—shit, it just isn’t right.
but his cock is already stirring, half-hard from nothing more than the sight of you. it’s infuriating. addicting. you, spread out so innocently while he stands here fighting the urge to ruin you.
he kneels down at the side of the bed, resting an elbow on the mattress, just watching you for a moment. your lips part faintly with each slow breath, lashes fanned out over your cheeks, completely oblivious to the storm brewing above you. you twitch in your sleep, a soft sound leaving your throat, making his jaw clench.
“no, i can't…” he breathes.
but before he can stop himself, he’s tugging the blanket down, just enough to bare you. your shorts are thin, leaving little to the imagination. he palms himself through his pants, cursing quietly, then pushes your legs apart gently, slow enough not to wake you.
“just a taste,” he tells himself, his voice a harsh whisper. “that’s all.”
his hands are calloused but careful as they slide up your thighs, thumbs brushing over your skin. he feels the warmth of you, the faint tremble in your muscles even as you sleep. you shift slightly, but don’t wake, and he exhales a shaky breath of relief.
the sight of you spread open like this—soft and unguarded—makes his head spin. he hooks his fingers in your waistband and eases your shorts down, baring the curve of your ass, the heat between your legs.
he groans faintly when he sees your cunt, already glistening with slick. “jesus christ,” he whispers. “you’re fucking perfect.”
he shouldn’t go further. he knows he shouldn’t. but then he leans in, mouth hovering a breath away, and all his resolve crumbles.
the first drag of his tongue over your folds is slow and deliberate. he licks up through your slit, closing his lips around your clit in a wet pull that makes his cock twitch.
"toji…" you stir, a blissful whimper slipping out, and he presses a kiss to your mound like he’s soothing you. “go back to sleep, beautiful. i've got you,” he rasps, before diving back in.
his tongue pushes past your folds, teasing your walls, then circles back to flick your clit with steady strokes. his big hands hold your thighs open, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin like he’s comforting you even while he desecrates you.
a lazy whine escapes your throat, your hips shifting, and his cock throbs at the sound. “mm, that’s it,” he mutters against you, “atta girl. just take it.”
he spits, spreading it with his tongue, messy and obscene. the wet sounds fill the room, slick mixing with your sleepy noises.
each twitch of your thighs only drives him hungrier. he nuzzles your clit, tongue dragging rougher now, panting into your folds like he can’t stop himself.
he groans, pulling back with his chin shining. then two thick fingers sink inside, curling until your thighs tremble and a moan breaks from your lips.
“hush, s'okay” he soothes again, eyes fluttering shut as he ruins you. “i know, i know. it's good, huh?”
his nose brushes your mound as his lips place hot, open mouthed kisses on your sex. his fingers pushing deeper and his grip on your thigh tightening every time you try to squirm away.
your body betrays you, hips shifting toward his sinful tongue, little sounds spilling out of you—half-whimpers, half-sighs—that make him feel insane.
he pulls away with a wet smack, your slick coating his nose, his chin, his stubble glistening. he pants against your hip, breath hot and ragged as he drinks in your clueless face.
“shit, baby. look at you,” he mutters, voice wrecked. he spreads your folds with two fingers, biting his scarred lip at how messy he's made you. “dripping all over my mouth, and you're none the wiser.”
his thumb presses to your clit again, tracing slow circles that make your hips jerk helplessly. your mouth falls open, a shaky whimper slipping past your lips.
toji swears under his breath, forehead dropping against your thigh for a second. he shouldn’t be doing this. shouldn’t be touching you like this while you’re dead asleep, using you to scratch the itch in his disgusting mind.
but then you whine again, a soft, sweet sound, and his cock jerks, leaking pre against the fabric of his boxers.
“jesus,” he grits out, dragging his tongue harder across your swollen nub. “can’t stop now, can i?”
he pushes your legs open wider, settling between them, his free hand tugging at his belt until it clatters loudly in the silence. he pulls himself free, cock thick and heavy, leaking at the tip.
lining himself up against your entrance, he drags the head through your folds, coating himself in your arousal.
you stir at the contact, a sleepy hum leaving your throat. your lashes flutter, brows pinching as your body registers the intrusion.
toji freezes for a moment, teeth gritted.
then you blink blearily, eyes hazy. “...toji?” your voice is rough and half-asleep.
his big hand covers your mouth before you can say anything else. “don’t say anythin',” he looks down at you, brushing the head of his cock against your entrance, the pressure steady, unrelenting. “just… let me make you feel good.”
your eyes widen, but then his his tip glides over your clit, and your confusion melts into a groggy moan.
“yeahhh,” he growls, voice hoarse and gritted, sinking the tip into your heat. his head falls back, a guttural groan tearing out of his throat. “so tight… fuck”
you gasp against his palm, hips shifting instinctively as he pushes deeper.
“that’s it,” he bites out, bottoming out with a sharp thrust that makes the bed creak. “fuckin’ knew it. i knew you wanted it.”
his hand covers up your wails, fucking into you slowly, each stroke dragging his cock against your gummy walls.
“you love this shit, don’t you?” his eyes lock onto yours, eyes blazing as he watches your dazed face twist in pleasure. “getting used like a fuckin' toy while you sleep.”
you moan against his palm, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the stretch.
“hah—don’t even try to deny it,” he sneers, leaning down until his lips brush your ear. “you’re soaking my cock. squeezing me like you’ve been waiting for it.”
his rhythm picks up, hips snapping into you harder. a hand pinches your nipple, reveling in how you arch into his touch.
“god, i’m a fuckin’ monster,” he snarls, biting at your neck. “using you like this. and you—” he thrusts harder, hitting deep enough to make you arch, “—you’re getting off on it. aren’t you, sweetheart?”
you sob into his hand, nodding weakly, and his laugh is dark, breathless.
“knew it,” he grunts, fucking into you with sharp, punishing thrusts. “knew my baby couldn’t resist me. you love it when i ruin you.”
his words drip with mockery, but his hand strokes your hair back gently, his lips pressing hot, frantic kisses to your temple.
“why the hell do you even love me, huh?” he asks, hips slamming into yours. “i’m nothing but a fucking savage. and still—you're cryin' on my dick like a bitch in heat.”
and the worst part? every inch of you agrees. he is a savage.
so why does he feel so good?
his thrusts get rougher, each one dragging a filthy, wet sound from your sopping cunt. his palm is still over your mouth, his thumb rubbing your nub in tight, merciless circles. you’re fully awake now, eyes glassy, lips trembling under his hand.
you manage to mumble, voice muffled against his palm, “t-toji… mmph!—please…”
he leans down until his nose brushes yours, eyes dark and wild. “please what, baby?” he hisses, hips rolling deeper, the head of his cock hitting a spot that makes your whole body jolt. “use your words.”
you let out a soft, wrecked whimper. your words muffled against his palm. “p-please… slow down!”
he laughs, the sound rough and sharp against your ear. “slow down? you were dripping for me in your fuckin' sleep, sweetheart. you don’t want slow.” his palm slips from your lips to wrap around your throat, fingers spreading over the column of your neck. his thumb strokes your jaw almost gently while the rest of his hand holds you still. “look at you—squirming like that. you can't tell me you don’t like it.”
your nails dig into the sheets, head tilting back into his grip. “i—i don’t—”
“liar,” he grunts, slamming his hips forward. your breath catches, a loud moan spilling from your lips as your walls flutter around him. he bares his teeth into a crooked grin. “yeah, that’s what i thought.”
he pulls almost all the way out and snaps his hips forward again, skin meeting skin with a wet slap. “you love it, don't you?” he breathes. “tell me you love it.”
you’re panting, drooling, half-choking as your hips buck back against him. “i’m— i love it!” you whine, voice cracking. “please, tojiiii!!—”
his eyes flutter shut for a moment, a groan tearing from his throat. “you sound so pretty when you beg.” he locks his eyes onto yours, watching you arch and shake under him.
your moans spill out louder now, breathy and broken, your tits arching into his chest. you claw weakly at the sheets, legs trembling as he keeps working you, his cock relentlessly dragging slow and deep inside you.
“t-toji!” you scream, voice cracking around his name, “s'too muchhh!!”
that’s all it takes for him to snap. he surges forward, dropping his full weight over you, the warmth and size of his body crushing you into the mattress. his hand leaves your hip to slap over your mouth, palm sealing the sounds spilling from you.
“shhh,” he huffs in your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “shut the fuck up. you’re gonna wake the whole fuckin’ building.” his words are harsh, but the deep rumble in his chest is pure hunger. “just shut up and take it.”
he rolls his hips deeper, pinning you harder with his weight, and you whine into his palm, eyes rolling back. the sound you make vibrates against his skin and he groans, biting down hard on the side of your neck. not enough to break skin, but enough to make you gasp, the pain sparking against the pleasure already building.
his teeth scrape your pulse point, his lips dragging over the mark before he bites again, rougher. your whole body shudders under him, your hips moving helplessly to meet his. your muffled cries come out high and needy against his palm.
“just like that,” he mutters, voice hoarse, grinding his cock in deep and slow, the wet sound of you both obscene in the otherwise silent room. “take it. fuckin’ take it. feels good, yeah?”
you nod frantically against his hand, eyes glassy, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth. your thighs are shaking, clamping around his hips, your nails digging into his shoulders as he drives himself harder inside you.
“you're makin' such a mess, i wish you could see yourself,” he rasps, pulling back just enough to see your face. he bites at your throat again, dragging his tongue over the mark, his hips snapping in sharp, punishing thrusts that make the headboard knock the wall.
your muffled mewls get louder, and he tightens his grip on your jaw, thumb digging into your cheek as his palm smothers your sounds. “didn't i tell you to shut up?” he snarls.
you’re not fighting it at all — your hands clutch at him, your body arching up, pushing forward into every thrust. the warmth of his weight, the pressure of his palm, the scrape of his teeth — it’s everything, and you’re melting under it, your lips parting as another sob escapes your throat.
it feels too good.
he moans into your neck, his voice breaking. “you're close, aren't you? you gonna cum? cum like some cheap slut?” he drives in deep, bottoming out, grinding against your clit with every push.
your muffled, frantic nod is all the answer he needs, and his laugh is dark and smoky, vibrating against your skin. “fuck— such a good girl f'me,” he murmurs, hips starting to pound a relentless rhythm.
you can feel it—your orgasm building, curling hot and sharp in your belly, ready to snap. your thighs squeeze tight around his waist as you squirm beneath him, whimpering against his hand, eyes screwing shut from the overwhelming pressure.
toji notices instantly. “no,” he grits out, voice rough and dark, pulling his head up from your neck. his pace never falters, cock pistoning in deep, heavy strokes. “don’t close your eyes.”
you shake your head weakly, eyes still squeezed shut, unable to fight the wave washing over you.
he rasps your name, lifting his hand off your lips only to grip your jaw instead, thumb and fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces your face up to his. “open them,” he snaps, his black eyes sharp and wild above you. “lemme see those pretty eyes of yours.”
a wrecked moan tears out of you the second his palm leaves your mouth. “toji—oh god—s'good!” your voice is high and broken, your throat raw from holding back.
he thrusts harder, the bed creaking beneath his weight, sweat dripping from his temples. “thaaat’s it,” he snarls, watching your eyes flutter open, glazed and teary but on him. “look at me. i wanna see that pretty face when you break.”
your whole body seizes up around him, back arching, mouth falling open on a strangled cry. “fuck—fuck!—”
“yeah, go on,” he chokes out, eyes locked on yours, hips slamming deep. “cum on my cock. let me see it.”
your climax rips through you, walls clamping down so tight around him that his rhythm falters. you sob, trembling under his weight, clinging to his shoulders as wave after wave rolls through you.
your mouth hangs open, moans tumbling free now, raw and unfiltered. “so good, toji, it’s so good—”
his chest rumbles with a low, broken groan as he watches you fall apart, your eyes wide and wet, staring right back at him. “fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” he grits out, still grinding into you, chasing his own high against the clutch of your body.
his hand clamps your jaw again, forcing your gaze up to meet his. “don’t look away,” he snarls, breath hot against your lips. “keep those pretty eyes on me.”
you’re dazed, overwhelmed, but you obey nontheless, staring up at him with trembling lips and flushed cheeks. “i—I’m trying—”
he shuts his eyes, his hips stuttering as the pressure in his gut coils tighter. “you're doin' so well. takin' me like a champ, baby.”
his thrusts grow uneven, his cock throbbing, and his mouth crushes against yours in a bruising kiss. he swallows every moan, every cry, his tongue hot and messy against yours.
then he rips his mouth away, growling deep in his chest. “gonna fill you up—fuck—gonna pump you full till you’re leaking,” his breath shudders against your ear, voice guttural and desperate. “you’ll take it, won’t you? you're a good girl, right?”
you babble, “yes—yes, toji, please—”
his head falls back, a curse tearing out of him as he buries himself to the hilt. his cock twitching inside you, hot spurts spilling deep, and he holds you down against the mattress, grinding in to make sure every drop stays buried.
“fuck—” his voice cracks, body shaking with the force of it, “fuck, i love you. i fuckin' love you.”
your eyes widen, locked on his as you feel the flood of warmth inside you, "i— i love you too!!"
he watches your face twist with overstimulation and pleasure, his own gaze feral, hungry, but softened with something dangerously close to devotion.
he rides it out with heavy, ragged thrusts, slower now, shamelessly panting into your mouth as he kisses you again, sloppy and desperate.
when the last wave finally ebbs, he collapses against you, his weight burying you deep into the sheets. his cock still jerks inside your twitching cunt, buried to the base.
for a moment, all you can hear is the heavy thud of his heartbeat against your chest and the ragged sound of his breathing in your ear.
then he tilts his head, mouth brushing over your damp cheek. loving, fleeting kisses press along your face, dotting your temple, your jaw, the corner of your lips.
“my girl,” he murmurs, voice hoarse, almost tender.
his big hand drags up to your face, brushing back sweaty strands of hair stuck to your forehead. his thumb strokes lightly over your cheekbone, and his mouth quirks in a faint, crooked smile.
you’re exhausted, hazy, still trembling faintly around him, but you lean into his touch, eyelids heavy.
he smirks, kisses your nose, then settles his forehead against yours, eyes half-shut. “go to sleep,” he says, his voice soothing now. “i’ll keep you warm.”
and with him still buried inside you, his hand gently cradling your face, you do.
✦ jock!sukuna fucking the girl that’s scared of him ﾉ eighteen plus, dub-con, dead dove.
On the lengthy list of every single depraved, immoral, and degenerate act that Sukuna had committed, now conjuring them up in his mind, this one took the cake. And salaciously licked the plate clean.
He’s clandestinely fingered a girl during a pep rally, received head from another the week before she was made to be a bride, and he’s even bent one over in the locker room showers after a game.
But this? He’s never been worried about the state of his consciousness until now.
Because he’s got you, caged before him, squirming with saucer wide eyes as he tells you to slip your panties down.
You, who has been actively avoiding Sukuna for months now, cowering whenever he even so much as nears you. Cheeks flushed, stumbling over your each syllable, hiding behind that fucking flimsy camera of yours that you carry around to snap stills of the team.
To put it plainly—you were scared of him. Like a fucking deer in headlights.
Sukuna was an asshole, and he brazenly knew it. Spewing insults about how miserable you looked on the sidelines during the games, adjusting that giant satchel circling your front, rubbing your palms against your thighs when Sukuna made his way towards you.
And give it to Toji to wantonly make a vile comment about you and Sukuna that made him scowl.
You and him? The two of you lived in completely different worlds, entirely different tiers, as arrogant as it sounded.
But the single thought lingered in the back of his mind when his gaze would catch on yours—noticing the way your shivering orbs would catch on his rippling muscles and how you’d worry your lower lip between your teeth once you’d been caught ogling.
Toji had unintentionally planted a seed that was only sprawling into every crevice of his frayed psyche.
He tried to ignore it, really. He’d find another girl to wet his dick, to try and push you out of his mind. But he knew he was tragically doomed when he’d accidentally uttered your name when he was snapping his hips into a classmate he’d never recall the face of.
So, he began to linger around you. Stayed after practice longer to see if he could strike up a conversation with you.
Yet, without fail, you’d scatter like a clodhopping beetle every single time, nearly tripping over yourself while you did so.
Frankly, it was really fucking weird. Sukuna was a certifiable jerk, but scary? Nah, that wasn’t him… right?
Wrong.
He’d finally found a way to corner you—forging a letter that the coach wanted to meet with you in his office where he then ambushed you and curled his fingers around your wrist in a firm grip to slip you into the janitor's closet.
He clicked the door shut behind the two of you, his massive form blocking the door, gaze training on yours.
“Fuck—Are you shaking?”
Yes. Yes you were. Shoulders rising and falling with rapidly rising trepidation, owl-eyed, trembling hands gripping the strap of your bag like it was your one preservation.
You didn’t reply, only backing up slowly until you hit the shelf and nearly toppled a spare paint can over your head to which Sukuna pushed out of the way.
He peered down at you, narrowed carmine eyes fanning the flames of your firing neurons.
You felt like you were about to pass out any second.
His fingers skimmed over your bicep, your breath swiftly catching in your throat at the contact, eyes shutting as if you were bracing for impact.
He cocked an eyebrow at that, a low chuckle leaving his lips. “Not gonna bite you. Unless you ask nicely,” he gently whispered, leaning over to fan his breath over your ear and press a tender kiss just below the lobe, goosebumps sent in a wave over your skin.
You whimpered, head casting away from him, legs nearly about to buckle beneath the weight of his essence in its entirety.
Yeah, you thought he was hot. Everyone did, it was a plain fact on campus that Sukuna was one of the most lusted after guys around. But did that mean you had the mind to even tread upon the fact that you’d pursue anything with him?
You, who made it known that you weren’t a talkative person, never hanging around others for long? Who found solace in your solitude and kept security behind your camera lens?
Fine, you’d thought about his hands on you, his plush lips chasing after your own, how he’d sound groaning for you.
But never could you have imagined him towering over you like he was now, pressing kisses against your jugular and whispering heady breaths of your name.
“Wait…” You sighed out, balling your hands into tight fists by your side, knuckles whitening over with the burdening pressure.
“What?” He flatly responded, pulling away to glare at you.
If it weren’t for how your feet felt as if they were rooted in tar, you would’ve ducked out from under the arm he had planted beside your head and made a run from it.
But your brain blanked under his intimidating stare, mouth parting and lips quivering as words died on your tongue.
His eyes flickered over the minute pout of your lips, the way your eyes glossed over slightly, the huffs that left your mouth as if you just ran a marathon.
And as fucked up as it was, he felt himself growing disgustingly hard at the sight of it.
His lips crashed onto yours, gripping your nape and craning your head upward as he slipped his tongue between your lips, sliding inside the cavern and prodding around with a wanton curiosity.
You whimpered, stilling like a sheet of cardboard, fingers coming up to clutch the fabric of his cotton tee around the abdomen.
Sukuna felt like he was rediscovering lust with the way you had him keening over, swapping drool with you like a fucking mutt.
His hand that wasn’t keeping your head in place, splayed over the flesh of your ass, tugging you flush against him and kneading the fat like a stressball.
A shudder wracked your body, one that Sukuna amplified by nibbling on your lower lip. You winced, the pain making your eyes clasp shut, but you released a deep breath when he cooed and ran his tongue over where he inflicted damage.
His fingers hooked around the waistband of your sweats. “Take these off,” he grunted, kissing your cheek, then your jawline in haste.
You complied, quickly shoving them down, brain slated from any sort of rational thinking.
“Attagirl,” he smirked, leaning up to press a kiss against your forehead.
He nudged the waistband of his own shorts down, the guy somehow going commando all day, and allowed his cock to spring free.
Red, and definitely angry with the way it was twitching, the slit of his violently swollen tip dribbling pearly seed just from making out with you. And the size? Fucking daunting… and your gaze dropped to the granny cotton panties you’d unfortunately opted for. “There’s no way that’s going to fit…” you mousily trailed off, swallowing the thick lump lodged in your throat.
Sukuna flashed a grin. “Who said anything about making it fit?”
His hands gripped your waist, aligning his throbbing shaft with your heat. “Hold your panties down.”
Again, you wordlessly obeyed, holding the fabric down and feeling your head lull with lust.
He pressed his cock straight between your folds, immediately letting out a warbled groan, slamming a hand well above your head to clutch the metal shelf, eyes threatening to roll back into his skull. “You always…fuck, carry this much slick in your panties?”
Unfortunately, you could barely hear a word from his lips, the prominent veins underscoring his length dragging tantalizingly between your sopping folds, catching all of your juices as he rutted in slowly.
Your hands found themselves latching onto his chest as he pressed you against the shelf, desperately searching for some semblance of stability as everything around you seemed to rock and teeter. Sukuna had to push objects away from the edge of the rickety shelf to avoid them from crashing onto you.
“Thattttt’s it,” he groaned, head ducking and salmon tresses sticking to his perspired forehead, picking up a pace as he fucked himself between your treacly folds. He’s never fucked a girl without actually being inside of her, yet he never expected for it to feel downright heavenly. He’s still not certain if you’re a determining variable, something he’ll just have to test for next time.
Your cheek smushed against his hardened chest, thighs trembling as a familiar feeling coiled just beneath your diaphragm, hot and ready to go.
Sukuna felt it too—maw slack as he chased the both of your highs, the flesh of your thighs meeting his bulky ones.
“Mmmf I-,” you whined out, face contorting with pleasure, hiding the expression away as you dug your head into the fabric adorning his chest, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and something akin to shame and horror swirling in your mind.
“Say.. my name,” he grunted out, chest caving as his abs tightened, holding back his impending peak just to hear your pretty voice, palm digging into the metal shelf to distract himself.
You shook your head, lips with a quivering quake, wet lashes dusting the rounds of your cheeks.
His fingers raked through your hair, gently tugging your head back or else he feared he really may scare you away, before his lips found over yours again. Messier this time—gasping and teeth bumping, consuming the warm breath of each other. “Say it.”
You hiccuped, pausing before complying. “‘K-kuna,” you whispered against his lips, voice trembling with the sound.
And that was enough to push the both of you over the precipice you were so desperately teetering on—Sukuna shooting his load across the fabric of your panties, hot and sticky, and you gushing all across his cock with a strangled yip.
“Fuckkkkk,” he groaned through heaved breaths, the crowns of his ears tinging with a hot-red that mirrored the clench of his chest.
He collapsed over you, arms folded on the shelf above your head as you breathed in his scent—heady musk and the lingering scent of smoke. It wasn’t frequent, but you’d catch him inhaling a cigarette when the coach wasn’t looking.
After a few breathy, silent moments, Sukuna pulled away, slowly sliding his cock from your panties with a lewd squelch, peering down at you with narrowed eyes swirling with mirth.
“See, I don’t bite. I’m even leaving you with a little present for next time,” he huffed out, pure amusement washing over his fucked out face as he stuffed his cock back into his trousers and adjusted the shirt he was sporting that clung to his sweaty skin. “See you around, pansy.”
He pushed out of the janitor's closet clearly pleased with himself, leaving you with your sweats bunched around your ankles and his seed thick in your panties, still trembling from both the aftershocks of your orgasm and a somewhat terrifying ordeal.
You feel it before you even settle—his stomach mouth opens again beneath you, wide and wet and starving, tongue snaking up between your legs like it remembers the shape of your cunt. It flicks up, impatient, like it missed you.
You arch your back instinctively, but his lower hands are already on you—one shoving your hips down, the other spreading your ass to give that greedy tongue everything it wants. Your face is flushed against his chest, sticky with his earlier cum, but you moan loud when the tongue starts lapping at you again, deeper, messier, wetter than before.
And he’s still jacking off.
You can feel the sharp tug of his movements above you—his two top hands, each wrapped around a thick dick, stroking furiously as he watches your body twitch over his mouth. His groans echo through his stomach, vibrating your pussy like a toy.
“You’re fuckin’ sick, y’know that?” he pants, grinning down at you, veins in his neck popping from effort. “Bent over my tongue while I beat my dick like a slut.”
You sob into his skin, but your hips won’t stop rocking. You’re grinding back against that monstrous tongue now, messy and reckless, while it slathers you in hot spit, thrusting in and out of you with obscene sounds.
“Ohhh, that’s it—ride it like a good little toy,” he snarls. “You feel that? My stomach’s fuckin’ moaning for you. Dripping. Bet you’d let me fuck you with it if I had a dick there too.”
Your whole body spasms. That should sound horrifying, disgusting—but your mind’s gone fuzzy with overstimulation and the only thing that comes out is a wrecked little whimper.
“Goddamn,” he groans, both his cocks twitching, leaking as he fists them faster. “You’re squeezin’ my tongue like you wanna make it cum. You want me to shoot all over your back again, don’t you?”
You nod frantically, cunt fluttering.
He laughs—low and dark. Then he leans over you, one hand still jerking himself, the other gripping your ass as the stomach tongue fucks into you harder.
“You’re not gettin’ off this thing ‘til I see you shake. Squirt on it.”
Your moans turn into screams. Your body trembles. Your slick gushes out in waves down his waiting tongue—
And then Sukuna explodes above you, twin streams of hot cum shooting across your back and thighs, while he growls your name through gritted teeth like he’s branding it into your soul!
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“he wanted to mess with the quiet girl” . . . S . GOJO
I like it when men are put in their places . . . smut, pégging, degradation, dumbification
Satoru always thought he was all mighty. The king of teasing, the campus heartthrob, the man who collected confessions and heartbreaks like trophies on his shelf. And you? You were just that quiet little thing in the back of class, hidden under oversized sweaters, always scribbling in your notebook, never raising your hand.
So when he slid into your DMs at 2AM with a half-assed “hey cutie wyd,” he thought it’d be easy to fluster you, make you squirm under his gaze like everyone else. He didn’t expect your reply to be so simple.
“Come over if you’re free.”
And he definitely didn’t expect this.
“F—fuck—” he cries out, fists twisting into your bedsheets so tight his knuckles burn, his snowy hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. His pale back arches so beautifully every time your strap sinks deeper into him, your hands gripping his slim hips with bruising force as you pound into him with no mercy. “S-shit…slower— slow down—”
“Why?” you whisper, voice calm and unbothered as you lean down, pressing your chest against his sweaty back, lips brushing the shell of his ear. Your hips snap forward again, the wet slap echoing off your bedroom walls. His breath hitches, a choked moan ripping from his throat as his entire body trembles beneath you.
“You wanted to play with me, didn’t you?” you murmur, kissing down his neck as he whimpers pathetically. “Mess with the quiet girl. Tease her a little. Make her fall for you.”
He shakes his head desperately, tears welling up in his pretty blue eyes as he buries his face in the pillows, trying to hide how wrecked he looks, how ruined he feels with every roll of your hips rearranging his insides. But you grab his hair, tugging his head back to force him to look at you through the mirror at the foot of the bed.
“Look at yourself,” you order, your strap hitting that sweet spot inside him again and again. He sobs at the intensity, drool leaking from the corner of his plush lips as he stares at his own reflection— cheeks flushed, lips swollen from biting down too hard, eyes hazy with tears and lust.
“Y-you’re so…good—” he gasps out between desperate moans, voice breaking as his thighs shake uncontrollably. “So fucking good, shit— I can’t— I’m gonna—”
“Already?” you taunt softly, thrusting harder as your nails dig into his hips, leaving angry red crescents behind. “Such a slut, Satoru. Didn’t even touch your cock and you’re already close.”
He lets out a broken sob at your words, the humiliation making his cock twitch helplessly under him, dripping precum onto your sheets. The way you’re fucking him open, making him feel so full, so owned, has his mind blanking with nothing but your name and the way your strap kisses his prostate with every single thrust.
And when he finally cums, untouched, screaming your name like a prayer, his entire body trembling as his vision whites out, you don’t even stop. You keep going, fucking him through his orgasm and into overstimulation, watching his eyes roll back as he babbles nonsense under his breath.
“Who’s the plaything now, Gojo?” you whisper, kissing his tears away as he sobs brokenly in your arms, hips still rutting back into yours for more despite the way he’s shaking like a leaf. “Next time you think about teasing me, remember this.”
He can’t even reply. He’s too far gone, tears dripping down his flushed cheeks as his lips tremble with silent moans. But the way his hips keep pushing back onto your strap tells you everything you need to know—
hellooooo. could you please write bbf or sbf for ellie williams???
(u could include smut if u want)
(Oooh I love this!🤍)
“𝑰 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖”
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{dom!ellie x fem!reader, fingering!r, questioning sexuality, peep the Sabrina carpenter ref ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა}
Word count: 899
MEN DNI!
You and Ellie have been friends since the 2nd grade. Shes always had a little crush on you but there was a problem. You were straight and you didn’t know Ellie wasn’t. You both are now adults in your early 20s you have a boyfriend who never really treats you well. Ellie always saw how he treated you and she always knew you could have better than him. Her.
Now you’re at her house sitting down on her couch after another fight with your boyfriend.
“You don’t deserve him,” Ellie says taking her hand in yours. She softly brushes her fingers against your hand. You nod and look up at her with red eyes tears threatening to fall down.
“He said he would change! He said he wouldn’t do it,” your voice cracking. Ellie’s heart clenched at your tears forming. She gently wipes your tears off your face.
“You could do so much better than him,” She says softly.
“Like me,” it didn’t comprehend to you at first then you look at her.
“What?” You say still trying to understand what she said.
“I love you. I can’t just stand by and watch you keep getting hurt and hurt by this manchild!” She growls sternly.
“I’ve loved you ever since I laid eyes on you! I can’t and won’t let you keep getting treated like this.” Ellie looks at your lips then back at your eyes.
“I’ll treat you so much better then any man ever has. I’ll show you what you’ve been missing this whole time~” Ellie looks at you with possession and you see her eyes darken. This was new. You’ve never seen Ellie like this and you’ve known her your whole life.
“Ellie we can’t. I don’t even like girls. This is sinful,” Your body betraying your mind as you slowly lean in. Ellie smirks seeing you go to war with your mind.
“I don’t care. I crave you. I want to feel every part of you,” She holds your face her dark brown eyes piercing through you.
“I just need the green light,” your mind try’s to fight this urge but fuck was she pretty when she acted like this. You look her in the eyes and finally make a decision.
“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble,” Ellie smirks and crashes her lips on yours. She grabs your hips like you’re gonna disappear. She bites your bottom lips asking for entrance she slowly enters her tongue savoring every little bit she can. You feel like you’ve needed this your whole life. Which was weird because you never thought you’d like girls but maybe just maybe you do.
“Take your shirt off,” Ellie say looking at you. Without a second thought you take your shirt off and she looks at your chest with lust and smiles back at you.
“Lay back and let me show you a good time baby,” you lay back and see her take in the view of you exposed surrendering just to her. She takes off your pants seeing you soaking wet.
“Ellie please,” you let out a moan feeling her fingers go along your lips.
“Use your words princess,” Ellie says teasing you. She smirks as she sees your flustered face.
“Fuck me please,” she didn’t even need you to say it twice before she inserted her fingers. You grip the couch and see Ellie lower her face into your clit before you can even react she sucks at your bud. Her fingers at a fast pace enough for you to clench around her fingers and your moans could be heard from a mile away.
“Shit baby he doesn’t treat you like I do does he?” Ellie says speeding up her main focused on making sure you feel good.
“Come on cum for me I know you want to. Let me hear how good I treat you,” you grab Ellie’s hair trying not to hurt her by pulling too hard but fuck was it hard not to. Ellie secretly enjoys feeling the pain and her pupils get bigger at the feeling. You moan loudly just before cumming on her fingers. You, outta breath, lay on the couch. Ellie licks her fingers and kisses your temple.
“You should stay the night, I could use some company.” She picks you up bridal style to her room.
Yeah no I don’t think I’m ever finishing the part 2 from my previous fanfic. Sorry guys:( I have no motivation at all. I NEEED MOTIVATION! Send me death threats pls:P
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Warning/content - f!reader receiving oral, some finger action, nipple play, nsfw language, Toji spitting on that poosay because he's a freak:3
A/n- so uh I originally wanted them to fuck but I kinda gave up:| so it's just Toji giving cunnilingus:> just enjoy this short story >_<
He stood there, cornering his cute servant, his arms on either side of your head. He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done talking yet,” he whispered huskily against your ear.
You looked up at him, your eyes wide and glossy.
“S-S-Sir,” you muttered breathlessly, “w-we can’t do this… whatever you’re planning to do—”
He suddenly cut you off, lifting you off the ground and slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
You let out a yelp, your feet kicking in the air. “Wha—what! P-put me—”
He gave your ass a playful smack, a smirk crawling onto his face. “Be quiet, Y/N. I’m just taking you back to my room, love.”
Your cheeks flushed red at the nickname. You let out a whine, your body squirming around helplessly.
He carried you through the compound toward his room while you struggled and pleaded over his shoulder.
“N-n-no! W-wait, please put me down!”
“No can do, love,” he said, pausing briefly. “God, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good…” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you.
You caught his whisper, your eyes shooting wide open. “Wha-what!? Toji, stop!”
But it was too late.
He kicked open his door, stepping inside before slamming it shut and locking it. He quickly crossed the room, tossing you gently onto the bed, careful not to be too rough.
Before you could scramble away, he straddled your hips, one hand tugging at the knot of his yukata while the other fumbled with the buttons of your uniform.
“T-Toji, h-hold on—” you stuttered, your words barely forming.
He opened his yukata, revealing his broad, muscular chest, glistening faintly with sweat. Your eyes widened, roaming his torso before flicking back to meet his intense gaze.
He tugged desperately at your uniform, and when you grabbed at his hands in protest, he easily caught your wrists and pinned them above your head.
Leaning in, his face just centimeters from yours, he spoke, his voice low and raw. “Please,” he breathed, his green eyes locked onto yours. “Let me take care of you, love… I want you so fucking bad.”
Before you could respond, he crashed his lips against yours, kissing you hungrily. He released your wrists, his hands moving to your body—one cupping your breast, the other wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
His grip was firm, possessive. Even if you wanted to pull away, your body betrayed you, melting into his touch. Your arms slid around his neck, your fingers tangling in his dark hair, tugging and twisting.
His hand slipped under your uniform, working it off your body. Your torso was soon exposed, and without hesitation, he tore your bra away and tossed it aside, making you gasp in surprise.
“Shh… it’s okay, baby,” he murmured against your lips, breathless.
He continued kissing you feverishly, his hand moving to your plush breast, squeezing and rolling the soft flesh between his fingers.
You let out soft whines and muffled moans into his mouth, your body heating up rapidly, your need growing unbearable.
“God… you’re so soft… I want all of you, sweetheart,” he groaned, pulling back to trail kisses along your neck, slowly making his way down your body, stripping away every piece of clothing in his path.
You squirmed beneath him, helpless, as his kisses ignited every nerve ending in your skin.
Reaching the waistband of your lacy panties, he hooked his fingers under the elastic and pulled them down torturously slow, teasing you.
You whimpered, your cunt already aching and dripping with anticipation.
He tossed your panties aside, spreading your thighs wide open with his rough, calloused hands.
You looked down at him, your chest heaving. “Ah-hah, Toji—!”
Before you could finish, his mouth was already on your soaked pussy.
You cried out loudly, your head falling back into the pillows, your fingers flying to his hair, gripping it tightly. Your thighs instinctively wrapped around his head, holding him in place.
His tongue was relentless, swirling and flicking against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. One of his hands wandered up your body, finding your breast again, teasing your nipple with sharp pinches and tugs while he feasted between your legs.
He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. “Look at you… so pretty and wet for me,” he rasped.
He spat on your cunt without warning, spreading the slickness over your puffy folds with his fingers. “Mmph… so fucking pretty…”
“Ahh! Nngh—Toji!” you cried out, the sensations overwhelming.
A smug grin tugged at his lips as he continued to tease your soaked core. “Yeah? You need something, love?” he asked darkly, his voice dripping with amusement.
He leaned back in, his mouth resuming its sinful work on your clit. His free hand slid down your body, reaching your dripping pussy once more.
Using his fingers, he spread your folds apart, exposing your sensitive clit to his hot breath. Your legs trembled from the stimulation.
His tongue teased your entrance, dipping in slightly before dragging a long, slow lick up your slit, flicking your throbbing clit at the top.
You gasped, your whole body arching into him, desperate for more.
He groaned against your cunt, the sound sending vibrations straight through you. Toji was insatiable, devouring you like a man starved. If he had it his way, he’d stay between your legs for hours — days, even — worshipping every inch of you.
“Toji—ah! P-please, I—” you gasped, your words breaking apart as he flicked his tongue rapidly over your swollen clit.
He pulled back just enough to smirk up at you, his mouth glistening with your slick. His eyes were dark, ravenous.
“You close, love?” he drawled, teasingly stroking his fingers through your wetness. “Cum for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”
You whimpered, hips rolling against his mouth without conscious thought, desperate for release. He latched back onto your clit, sucking as hard as possible. two of his thick fingers slowly slid into your tight, soaking pussy.
Your back arched off the bed with a cry. The combination of his tongue and fingers sent you spiraling. You clenched around his fingers, the pleasure blinding.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he growled lowly. “Give it to me.”
With a final, sharp flick of his tongue, you shattered — your climax ripping through you like a tidal wave. You screamed his name, your thighs squeezing around his head as you convulsed under him.
Toji kept working you through your orgasm, refusing to pull away until you were trembling, panting, completely spent. Only then did he finally lift his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a feral grin tugging at his lips.
“You taste even sweeter than I imagined,” he rasped.
He climbed up your body slowly, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your trembling skin. When he finally reached your lips, he kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
You clung to him weakly, still dazed from the force of your orgasm.
He pulled back slightly, brushing sweaty hair from your forehead with surprising tenderness. His thumb stroked your cheek as he looked down at you with something dark and possessive burning in his eyes.
“Don’t think for a second we’re finished, love,” he murmured against your lips. “I’m just getting started.”
A/n- I was absolutely freaked out while writing this😭 anyways thank you for reading! Sorry if it’s really bad. If I feel like it, I might do other parts about them:) I hate ts fuckass story
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