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SUPER SUIT ━━╋━　 mdni .ᐟ thigh riding, dry humping, clothed sex, praise, clark talks you through it...

“such a pretty girl…”

clarks holding down your hips tight as he lounges back in your bed tired from his long day, he's got you trapped on his thigh and he knows how needy you are. you can't help it. he's just so busy all the time from the daily planet to saving the world and helping stuck kitties from trees. it's a little unfair you think, makes you a little greedy, a little possessive.

and fuck if that doesn't turn clark on.

that look in your eye while you chew your lip raw, rolling your hips across the thick, rugged fabric of his super suit. he could feel your cunt already soaking through your panties with every throb of need. it drove him crazy, but he kept himself grounded, and you, by keeping his big hands around your waist and pressing you down onto the pure muscle of his thigh with little effort. you let out quiet whimpers while he sat back watching you crumble before him. taking it all in, the thin of your sleep shirt with the peaks of your tits poking through, the way your eyes rolled back slightly as you got yourself off.

“mhm… that's it— just take what you need angel.”

even while you were literally grinding your soaked pussy over him, he was still a gentleman, it drove you insane.

your hips twitch at the way he's watching you, so patiently with that little smirk. clark's quick to notice the fault in your pace, making his smirk grow.

“need help baby?”

you whine, clasping your hands over his chest, your fingers tracing the red and yellow embellishment of his suit, pouting a little.

“but you said you were tired…”, you whisper a little embarrassed now.

“yeah not for you—”, he lets out a laugh, softly flicking your forehead.

“clark—”, a giggle escapes your lips as you rub your head softly.

“nah uh— no whining, I always have energy for you sweetness—”

clark smiles, pulling you closer, pressing kisses across your face and shifting his thigh juuusttt right, enough for your clit to get enough friction to have you slowly seeing stars.

he's half hard now.

you only know because he's just that big, his cock already bulging through his suit.

now his hands are dragging your dripping pussy across his thigh with ease, a little faster now but he's being so patient with you, cooing softly and rubbing soft circles into your hip bones. you're practically limp now, just focused on the soft gooey feeling between your legs and the knot in your stomach that was so, so close to breaking.

“yeah— just lemme do all the work—”

“so pretty baby—”

“gonna cum soon angel?”

his voice is low and firm as he whispers into your hair, one hand leaves your hip to rub over the small of your back and run over the supple skin of your ass, squeezing softly.

“just a little more i can feel it…”

he's listening closely to your whines, whimpers and fluttery heart beat. he doesn't have to ask if youre gonna cum he just knows. he knows every tick of your body so well, it's like he's studied you or some shit.

“it's okay, cum over my thigh, go ahead—”

“make a mess sweetheart, it's okay.”

you moan into him, nails digging into the shoulders of his suit, holding him closer as the band in your stomach snaps, creaming in your little panties and letting it drip down onto his suit. he holds you tight in his warm, comforting embrace as you gasp and cry out, arching through your high.

clark just smiles and holds you close, blanketing your small frame, rubbing your back and pressing kisses to your skin.

“did so good f'me— so good—”

once you calm down and ran through all your jolts and jitters he holds your face between his palm and rubs gently at your tear soaked cheeks, pressing soft kisses over your tired out expression with a quiet laugh.

“c'mon lets get you cleaned up…”

clark "slow, deep breaths" kent who has to repeatedly remind you of a function you should otherwise have complete, unconscious control over. though when he's got his cock in you like this, that's not so much of a given.

it's as if your brain short circuits when he's inside you, wires detaching in your mind that made the task of breathing something difficult. 

clark's got you caged in at the foot of the bed, arms, legs, all his limbs encompassing you like he didn't want to let you up. you're most malleable under him, body voluntarily limp as you allow him to contort you as he pleases. 

your nails rake his back, streaks of pink following the trails of each erratic hand movement you make. he has no reaction to the marks you draw, nor can you see them being pinned under his weight, though you can only assume them to look like thick red chemtrails.

his cock repeats that same carefully precise drilling motion, that very same motion he's yet to curtail from. it's become almost relentless, the rhythm close to breaking you, rather than the other way around. it turns your body to mush and brain into a tizzy as he fucks you through another orgasm. 

your thighs shudder around the lowers of his hips, an incessant twitching forming like you, yourself, hand no control over it. your stomach trembles with your climax, chest jittering as if to cope with the wild intakes of air you struggle to fully inhale.

your head tips back and you cry out a pathetically lewd string of gasps.

though with you seemingly teetering into something almost soul-engulfing like you are, it doesn't make him stop. he proceeds, cock dragging out and pushing into you just like it was before you let go around his dick — before your cunt fluttered and convulsed around him with your climax a moment ago.

with your throat exposed like it is, he lowers, lips pressing under your chin as he kisses and nibbles at it. he smiles against your chin, act amused by your bodily response to him. 

SYPNOSIS. in which you reunite with your childhood friend—except now he’s a stupidly hot, heavily tattooed, nationally famous basketball player!

PAIRING. basketball player! sukuna x f! reader

WC. 4.3k

CONTENT. MDNI. porn with slight plot. oral sex (f receiving). penetrative sex (protected). dirty talk. praise kink. marking/bruising. overstimulation. cute post sex type shit. childhood friends to lovers. sukuna's kinda famous.

A/N. art by 0010.jfh on ig! i didn't proofread ;3

you loved your louboutin's .

you owned three pairs (courtesy of your boyfriend who wholeheartedly supported your splurging tendencies)

but as hot as the clicking sounded, and as sexy as the red underside of the heels with your matching red dress made you look—you couldn't feel your feet anymore (an exaggeration, you hadn't walked more than ten steps the entire evening)

"babyyyy", you whined as you licked your ice cream. your manicured fingers tugging on the sleeve of his dark maroon shirt.

communicating your request with just the power of your telepathy (your bratty tone)

the car parking was still a bit away from where you both were.

you knew your sudden urge to get ice cream specifically from the small vendor on the 11th Street roadside—after the fancy five course dinner he had just taken you on—was totally uncalled for.

but your man never said 'no' to you.

sukuna just gave a small huff, but the indulgent expression on his face made you swoon.

you grabbed his extended arm as you stepped out of your heels and onto the shiny surface of his black polished shoes

it was a blur of movements from then —and you were being pressed against his firm chest, his arms—one under your knees and the other under your back.

he bent down once more so that you could grab your heels.

you giggled a little with the motion, one hand around his neck , the hells dangling from your fingers, bumping into shoulder blades with every step he took.

your amusement subdued a bit as your eyes tracked the strong jaw , the musky scent of his cologne making your head spin.

you brought your other hand to your mouth, giving your ice cream another slow lick.

if it was a bit obscene, no one could blame you.

and if sukuna's eyes strayed from the path for a second or two—well you were accomplishing your task perfectly then.

and sukuna was exactly where he wanted to be.

satoru was not a virgin far from it.

he has had many experiences since he turned 18 and he’s now in his late twenties. safe to say he knew every kink, tried all types of weird shit and was a masterful makeout partner. (if he said so himself!)

but here you are perched up nicely, straddling his lap, your hands pulling desperately at the little hairs that gained length from his overgrown undercut.

his large hands palming your ass as you grinded down on him slowly, your mouth moving in sync with his, your faces twisting constantly and your tongue fighting for dominance so hard you smeared a bit of drool on the side of his mouth.

well not like he cared.

he was used to this, used to your rough bites, soft whimpers and tough grip as his mouth worked on you.

so when you trailed off from his lips, your light kisses going down his jaw, turning to bites in between on his neck. he didn’t think much of it, baring the long column to you with a huff like feeding a vampire its next meal.

his hands never stopping their flexing on your thighs, your ass anywhere he could reach as you huffed and sucked on him possessively.

his cock strained hard against his shorts, waiting to get ruined as he nudged you over and over again, getting lost on the sauce even didn’t notice that your kisses started trailing back up again.

until he felt it.

the soft tug of your teeth at the bottom of his earlobe before you pressed a chaste kiss on the spot. mouthing up the column of his now reddening ear, pulling his helix before you pulled back just enough to trace the outside of his ear with your tongue.

you followed the shape, your teeth coming out and grazing on his shell just as you licked the slight dip at the inside feeling him clutch at your body and fucking shiver.

he knew he was done for when he felt your hands repeatedly push his face away as it drifted towards your own and he couldn’t slow down his heaving chest or the soft pants that escaped.

now here he was ear wet, hot and pulsing, it didn’t make it much better he could hear your soft pleasurable sighs before your hands came up and you whimpered almost pathetically in between your mouthing as you left one last lick on his ear before you moved back to his jaw, “mm…satoru.”

he couldn’t even tell you what happened next, your mouth finding his own as he let out the most desperate moan he’s ever heard from himself before you pulled away from him with a pop.

“you just came untouched?”

after that fucking kiss of course he did.

yorikae

it’s something about how heavy sukuna is.

when he walks, it demands attention. every step filling up the sound, the area, the density around you so you know that he’s coming.

it’s even in the slight shake of the little trinkets adorning your coffee table as he drops in the couch, his heavy arms on either side of the long couch back.

or how small everything looked in his hands, how loud it was when he set something down even if it was meant to be light.

how harsh a slap to your ass felt every time you walked past him.

or when his big hands engulfed your waist no matter what you did.

how his body covered yours if you were even washing the dishes, grabbing your keys, beneath, over, under him and even in the shower.

even his fucking shadow dominated yours.

he was just big. and you loved it.

"This is ridiculous!" 

"Woman! You're being ridiculous!" 

"Keep talking to me like that, and you just won't have it then!" You scream indignantly, looking past your bare stomach, from underneath your bush, and just enough to see his glare piercing straight at you. 

"Let me eat you out. Look at yourself! You're already so wet for me. So, just sit for —" Sukuna sighs sharply, unknowingly sending a warm bubble of air directly against your clit. 

The sudden wave of heat quickly encompasses you, and you instinctively clamp your knees against his ears, buckling down hard to his mouth, effectively cutting a poetry of curses from Sukuna. 

"Oh, shit!" You squawk, immediately raising yourself. "Why the fuck would you even do that!" 

"Is it my fault you're the sensitive one? Do it again. I like it. Come here." He positions you back in place, your cunt directly above his mouth, and your clit torturously erect when he flicks it. 

"No, wait!"

"You can't kill me, that'll be stupid even for a curse like me." He pushes your hands away when you try to grab a fistful of his hair and yank him down to the pillows. 

"J-Just, hold on!"

You've been in this position for the past fifteen minutes, debating with yourself if he should just eat you out because seeing his heated gaze straight to your clit and your breathless cunt being pried wide open with his fingers, looking intently for any signs of your release flowing out, is enough for you to come at this sensation alone. 

But the thing is that you're simply nervous because it hasn't been long since he first ate you out, and while it was new and so fucking good, you're still embarrassed about the whole prospect of it. 

"I just need . . ." you prep yourself up, "I get ticklish when I think too much about it."

"There's hardly anything you think about these days, and you have to think right now?" 

"Shut the fuck up, or I'm walking out of here."

"Baby," he calls a little gentler, though it doesn't sound any different than how he would curse another, "just sit. Please."

"Oh?" You manage to entice a chuckling tease, "You never say please that way."

"For fuck's sake, you're being too unrea — mmphh!"

gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…

“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.

For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.

But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.

It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.

Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.

What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.

No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.

"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.

“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.

“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.

“Seems like it…”

Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.

“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.

Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.

But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?

You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.

His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.

You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.

It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.

“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.

Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.

“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.

He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.

“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”

FRAT!GOJO X READER , FRAT SWEETHEART!SHOKO X READER , FRAT!GETO X READER

SUMMARY shoko and gojo, your package deal friends with benefits, are not jealous of their best friend suguru geto. they’re not jealous when you start only studying with suguru, they’re not jealous when you ask to include suguru in your fucks, and they’re super not jealous when you’re basically acting like a couple with eachother.

partial smau parts !

WARNINGS angsty :(((, heavy jealousy (my favorite tag incase you couldn’t tell), satoru’s like REALLY REALLY jealous, fwb!satoru + suguru + shoko, lowk yearner satoru, minor vomit,

WORD COUNT 3.2k

there WILL be a fluffy, resolution pt. 2 in the future

How many of your recent stories included Suguru? Satoru wasn’t even sure. But by god he was upset. He felt utterly sick to his stomach seeing your most recent one. One from just barely 15 minutes ago.

Your ‘fav’? He thought he was supposed to be your favorite? Your favorite frat brother, your favorite boy, your favorite everything. He was going to cry. He was going to cry in frustration over a stupid Instagram post you probably paid no mind posting. Maybe that’s the part that hurts. You don’t even know how goddam wrecked he is seeing all your posts with the man that was supposed to be his best friend. Right now, he’s not sure he is.

His thumb apprehensively taps to open the comments, expecting maybe just your friends or an addition to the already sickening caption. It’s worse. It’s Suguru. It’s Suguru replying with a simple black heart that Satoru just knows he uses to act nonchalant. Probably to lure you in even further with those stupid hypnotic eyes he has. Maybe he’s concluding to hypnosis because he doesn’t even want to think about how you might actually like Suguru.

He’s laid out on his bed, spread eagle as he tosses his phone to his nightstand. On any other night, Suguru should be back at the house in minutes. But apparently you bypass the woman-stealer’s routine bedtime. He stops his imagination at what you two might be doing now.

He contemplates texting you—or Suguru. If he texted Suguru, it’d probably just be a string of angry messages, yet he couldn’t bring himself to be mad at you. Okay, maybe a little bit since you’re just throwing around the ‘favorite’ (what you should be calling only him) title to any guy. But he still wants to hold you, kiss you, and annoy you like always. Right now, he just wants to kill Suguru.

If a soft knock on the door hadn’t interrupted his thoughts, he’d probably be brainstorming murder plans. The door opens before he can even say ‘come in.’

He doesn’t look to see who it is. He’s not even sure if he can move his body with the lack of motivation he has streaming through it.

“You’re pathetic.” Shoko’s voice mocks. She strolls in further, clicking the door shut and finding her way around the scattered clothes on the floor.

She’s in one of your shirts. A shirt you wore a couple of months ago to a party his frat threw, one where you scribbled on a simple white lie. He remembers staring at it on your figure for the first time and flusteredly biting his lip at the text. ‘I HATE Satoru Gojo’. He recalls blushing and hiding his face when he realized you thought the exact opposite. He was already missing when he was your favorite boy— why did Shoko have to go and make it 10x worse?

“C’mon. We’re both upset about Geto and her but we still have to get shit ready for tomorrow.”

He stares at her sideways, pouting. He misses when could pout at you and make you fold instantly.

“There are plenty of my brothers here already. Fuck off.” He smears out. Shoko rolls her amber eyes at him, hands on her hips. He doesn’t need Shoko to taunt him and claim it’s just whatever that his own best friend is fucking his girl. It’s what everyone slightly related to greek life calls you anyway (not even minding the fact you’re not dating). It’s always been ‘Gojo’s girl’. If he ever hears the words ‘Geto’s girl’ to refer to you, he think he’ll burn the whole campus down. He was fine with sharing you, but this is not stealing. This is highway robbery and he wants you back.

He’s unpacking drink bottles for tomorrow—after Shoko had to bribe him with candy like a child—when the front door opens. You and that traitorous bastard Suguru step into the foyer. If those grubby hands were around you, he might’ve smashed those bottles of Jack so thank god they weren’t. But he was still with you. Bringing you back, parading you around like you were his girlfriend.

“Damn girl. Haven’t seen you since Gojo was the one being you back.” Toji calls out, folding the beer pong table open and closed to check its stability. He knows that stupid comment was just to tick him off but fuck it worked. Especially with that stupid, lopsided smirk he shoots Satoru. He grumbles, grins tightening around the neck of a bottle.

“Hi, Toji.” You joke, patting your manicured hand lightly against his chest as you walk past. Your eyes set on Satoru, who’s currently trying to ignore you and Suguru. His eyes betray him and land on you and your chuckling face. You slink one arm around his neck and lean in, smiling into his shoulder while you hug.

“Missed you, Toru.” Did you really? Or were you too busy with Suguru fucking canoodling in cafes and restaurants? He wants to think you’re telling the truth. He inhales deeply against your neck, soaking up your perfume since he last saw you—what, two weeks ago? Ever since you’ve abandoned him and Shoko for Suguru. “Better be a rager tomorrow.” You whisper sweetly before pulling back.

He finally brings himself to look at traitor boy his best friend. Suguru greets him first.

“Hey, Satoru.” He says, calmly. Like Satoru has no reason to be upset or anything. He just nods at him. And then you follow Suguru up to his room, smile imbedded on your face the whole time.

Fuck you Suguru Geto and whatever love magic you have going on with his girl.

Look, all Satoru has to do tonight is find you before Suguru does. Then he can steal you back, kiss and hug you, maybe even get you to say you only want him, not Suguru. Maybe he could make Suguru watch— his thoughts are interrupted.

“Where’s your girl?” Toji ask, coming up next to him and staring at Satoru. Satoru was mindlessly biting his lip while watching the doorway vehemently, waiting for you to walk straight through it. “You two still good or is she all Geto’s now?” For the first time, Satoru doesn’t even think Toji’s trying to piss him off. He says it so neutrally like he’s genuinely curious— like he’s not supposed to know that you’re Satoru’s and will be till the end of time.

He snaps.

“She’s not Suguru’s, okay? Just because he thinks he can stroll in and take her doesn’t mean he fucking will!” He snarls at Toji. His blue eyes filled with rage. He fights the urge to stomp away at the mention of you being Suguru’s. He nearly gags at the thought.

Toji stays silent beside him, biting at the scar on his lip awkwardly. He brings his hand, with a cup he stole from the beer pong table, pointing out his index finger and gesturing to the door.

“Well your girl’s here if you didn’t notice.”

His head snaps so fucking fast. He brings his head to the direction of the door, eyes scattering to scan the people ridden room.

He spots you. You look like some fucking angel sent from above. Your dress looks gorgeous on you and he wishes he could say he was the one who bought it. He’s frozen in place for a moment, right before Toji pats his back and pushes him forward to get him moving. He looks back at Toji, then to you again, wandering about the floor, probably looking for someone you know. You’ve got that furrow in your eyebrows he loves.

He hurries, pushing past and through people to get to you. He nearly knocks a woman over carelessly as he shoves through the crowd and speed walking across the floor. You turn into the kitchen and his eyes narrow to make sure he doesn’t loose sight of you for too long. He continues his fast steps, ignoring half the crowd asking if he wants a grossly bitter drink as he follows you.

He finally catches up to you when people block the both of you’s path, stationary in the middle of the kitchen.

He grabs at your wrist, turning you around to stare at your face. You have a look of shock before your face falters to a calm expression, probably not realizing it was Satoru at first.

“Satoru!” You say, barely intelligible with the bass blaring from speakers just feet away. But more importantly, you’re smiling. He counts that as a win in his book. He can’t help but smile. You stare down at his collar, he looks down, confused. “New chain?” You ask.

You point to the gold slinked around his neck, casually resting along his collarbone.

“Uhh.. Yeah.” He says, awkward and nervously. His fingers knead along your wrist out of habit.

You nod, still smiling up at him cutely through those eyelashes. He swears it’s like those corny romcoms where time freezes. He continues gazing down at those perfect eyes and curves of yours while inconspicuously trying to pull you closer to him. The colored lights beam past his eyes, and for once he doesn’t shy away at the sight; he stays staring at you, particularly your soft set of lips. He mulls it over before deciding to go for it. He leans down to try and kiss you, trying to complete the stereotypical romcom sequence, when you snap your head around, looking for something.

Your lips form a pout while he stops mid lean.

“Any idea where Sugu is?”

He throws up the singular beer he had right infront of your heels. He wipes away the forming tears before they can drop infront of you too.

The moment you walk through the door he drags you onto his bed with his long ass arms. He grabs your waist and practically heaves you onto the mattress. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, staring at his broad shoulders looming above you, climbing up onto the bed infront of you.

He dives into your neck, pressing wet, sloppy kisses from your collarbone to below your ear lobe.

“Satoru!” You hiss out, still giggling through your words. He continues kissing you, even leading them up to your awaiting lips and devouring the plump flesh. He’s drooling he’s enjoying this so much. He’s acting like a military husband seeing his wife after 5 years and he knows it. Because to him, 5 years is what it feels like. He had to watch stupid Suguru have you for weeks, be on your mind constantly, and bring you home after he yakked in front of you.

His large hands clamp down on your hips and pin you down into the mattress, fighting your squirming. You muffledly say something unintelligible into his mouth and he pulls back with spit connecting your lips as evidence of the messy kiss.

He hums curiously. Okay maybe he’s not that curious about what you have to say right now and really just wants to keep kissing you. But he’s respectful!

You place your palms flat on his muscular chest. He smirks at this. He leans back down to start kissing you again but before he can actually meet your lips, you speak up.

“I don’t even get a ‘hi’ first?” You jokingly scold, shaking your head and pouting.

“Hi.” He says, then immediately starts attacking your lips again. His tongue sticks into your mouth and starts intermingling it with yours without care. It’s even messier than before; spit and quiet moans spill into your mouth as he starts to lead his hands lower and squeeze at your thighs. He swears your thighs have some magical, alluring spell on him.

Your ringtone blares out, interrupting and making you two jolt back from one another. Your phone buzzed against his hand in your pocket.

He pulls it out for you, fumbling through the fabric of your leggings and fishes it into his hand. When he flips over the screen to read ‘Sugu <3’ he wants to scream and throw it against the wall.

You look down at it and take it from his hand. He’s about to protest as he sees your finger slide against the screen. You bring up a finger to his mouth and leave it there on his lips as you answer and sit up on your knees.

“Hey, Sugu.” You say, smile creeping up your face while you talk. Satoru swears that Suguru did this on purpose, strictly to cockblock him. He has the urge to go piss in Suguru’s shampoo bottle, or hit him, or maybe actually kill him.

He wraps his arms around your waist, bear hugging you while you furrow your eyebrows in surprise, still nodding and humming at whatever Suguru was saying over the phone. He yanks you closer to him so you straddle his hips and nearly drop the phone out of your hand. You do a cute yelp when he does that makes him grin. You’re sat right above his clothed cock, covered in baggy sweatpants with rips in the pockets from a prank by one of his frat brothers.

He pouts up at you, silently pleading with those beautiful eyes you could stare at forever. You mouth to him ‘one second’. He takes initiative and end up not waiting. He snuggles back up into your neck and starts peppering dramatically loud and wet kisses right below your phone along the curve of your jaw.

“Baby, please.” He begs, purposefully loud and right into your phone speaker.

Suguru says something muffled over the line.

“Yes, that was Satoru.” You reply rolling your eyes. You laugh lightly at something else Suguru says. “Don’t get too jealous, baby. You know how he gets.”

He yanks the phone out your hand. He’s placed it up to his ear, blocking your attempts to get it back, and speaking into the microphone.

“I’m her baby. Fuck off, Suguru.” He snarls before hanging up for you and tossing your phone onto his nightstand.

He goes back to kissing you like nothing happened. You pull away, pushing him back from his jaw. You kinda wished he wasn’t as pretty, yelling at him would be a lot easier if he wasn’t so goddamn cute.

“What is wrong with you?” You ask, staring into those eyes that are clearly trying to feign innocence.

He blinks, looking around like he’s mulling over what to say that’ll get him out of trouble and still get him laid.

“Uhh… my doctor says it’s autism.”

Shoko missed you horribly this past week. See, normally, she’d be able to partner up with you for labs because she’s more responsible than Satoru and he can always partner up with Suguru. Now? You’re handing a pair of standard issue safety goggles to Suguru while his other hand writes down you two’s names for the lab records/data.

And of course, she’s now stuck with—who she calls the ‘biggest complainer of all time’—Satoru. Well actually, she calls him Gojo because she swears they’re not that close.

“He’s such a fucking asshole.” Of course it’s Gojo, complaining. Again.

“He’s your bestfriend.” She snaps back. The fact she now has to scribble down Satoru’s name instead of yours on the data collection sheet upsets her more. Her grip on her pen is rigid as she tries to collect herself and keep her nonchalant demeanor.

“Not anymore!” Satoru says, setting up the beakers in a neat row meticulously. He stares through them, looking up at Shoko through the distortion while she just glares back at him. He continues his rant. “He’s a traitor! I introduced him to her under the premise we could share—not him taking her away from me all for his greedy self!” He pouts annoyingly at her like she can fix it.

He continues going on and on about Suguru while she barely pays attention. Maybe she can get him to stay distracted and do all the work subconsciously.

She’s staring at you, who’s giggling and smiling with Suguru while you two work. She rolls her eyes again and gets back to work.

She tips her cigarette to you, lighting the one she fished out her pocket for you.

She stares into your eyes while you laze on your bed together, puffing grey, cloudy smoke out the window adjacent to your mattress.

She scoots closer to you, surprising you as you take the thin cigarette up by your head to not burn her while she moves over towards you.

“You mad at Gojo or something?” She asks, low and nonchalantly but still boring her eyes into yours.

“Huh?” You reply, tilting your head to the side. You bite at your lip. “No. Why?”

“He says you’ve been ignoring him.” You furrow your brows and pout. “He thought you might be mad and hanging with Geto to get him jealous.” If it was intentional, by god did it fucking work.

“No no,” You shoo, giggling at the absurdity. You start blushing before you continue, looking away from her gaze like you’re embarrassed to say the next part. “Sugu’s just been really nice recently. Haven’t been able to make time for Satoru I guess.” You said explain. All Shoko thinks is how she remembers Satoru complaining about the nickname for Suguru.

She squints her almond eyes. “Well Gojo seemed upset. He’s kinda whipped for you.” She didn’t wanna have to admit she was too. Honestly, she thinks it’d sound weird coming out of her sullen voice, also around a cigarette still sitting in her mouth.

Your brows furrow again, like you’re thinking or upset with yourself. You bite at your lip, lit cigarette still sitting in your hand. She reaches over and takes it, blowing it out before tossing it in your trash from across the room. You look surprised but don’t say anything.

She takes out her own too, extinguishing it with her thumb. She really surprises you when she leans over and open-mouth kisses you. She pulls back slowly, staring into your eyes again.

“Make some.” She says softly, just barely over a whisper while her bangs fall into your face. “Time, I mean. For Satoru and me.”

EX!FRATKUNA X READER # A SMAU

summary basically just texts + instagram stories with your ex boyfriend!sukuna… who finally admits how much he wants you back

warnings nothing much really, suggestiveness, mentions of sex, highkey mischaracterization/ooc sukuna, sukuna’s like an actual asshole (but that’s what we love abt him, he grovels a lil (hot), prob typos

part one HERE

FRAT!GOJO X LOSER!CHOSO X READER

SUMMARY # Loner Choso Kamo finally gains the courage to show up to a frat party… unfortunately he gets caught staring up your skirt like some sick perv by none other than your own boyfriend. Now he’s dragged up into Satoru Gojo’s bedroom along with you to ‘punish’ him for his shameless perversion.

WARNINGS # smut, porn with like next to no plot, threesome, gojo tops choso, oral sex (f! receiving), sub!choso, dom!gojo, dom!reader, humiliation, hair pulling, photos taken during sex, reader and gojo are mean lol, choso’s alt dressing cause that’s sexy

WORD COUNT # 3.8k

If there was one thing Choso Kamo was not a fan of, it was frat parties.

The hype around them confused him. Sticky flooring, overly loud crowds, random women yelling ‘emo boy!’ to him and trying to get him to take his shirt off. But worst of all, those stupidly obnoxious frat boys who all had some hive mind superiority complex. Count the sorority girls who follow them around like their dogs in too.

Really the only reason he’s here is to get the few friends (including his brothers) he has off his back about “wasting his last year of his bachelor’s.” And just of course, they all pulled out their plans to meet him here last minute.

He stares at the messages from Yuji, Yuki, Eso and Kechizu, all seperate, on his screen, squinting at the list of previewed ‘sorry’s.

He stands in line grumbling to himself for about 20 minutes before he finally gets in—not before the frat guy at the door looks at his id and says, “Still wearing eyeliner in your license photo? damn, emo boy.” He hates that stupid nickname that apparently every holier-than-thou Greek life dickhead has branded to him.

About 50 drunken people knock into him before he can even scurry to the kitchen with his face scrunched and shoulders tensed up. He even almost gets hit with a misdirected beer pong ball, the apology of “my fault, man!” following behind him.

He’s able to slink past a couple more people to grasp at the tequila bottle and shot glasses sitting on the counter. He doesn’t even like alcohol, but maybe this will drive him not to walk out of here after barely 10 minutes.

Choso’s hand flicks back a shot without care for a lime or salt or whatever bullshit people do when they take tequila. He squints his eyes both at the pungent taste and the group of people that cheer behind him.

His tongue feels heavy in his mouth and his throat feels dry and raspy, still laced with the yucky aftertaste of the shot. He brings down the glass back down to the counter with a soft thud and underlying ‘clink’.

Feedback rings throughout the house, leading Choso to quickly slap his ring-cluttered hands over his ears in surprise. He snaps his head around to find out where all the commotion is coming from, slowly dropping the hands over his ears when he grumbles breathlessly immediately at the sight.

Satoru Gojo. Satoru Gojo, standing atop a table with microphone and speaker set. The same patronizing dickhead he has the displeasure of knowing the name of like nearly everyone on campus. The same guy who wraps his arm around Choso everyday in class like they’re friends (which Choso promptly pulls away from every time) just to mock his eyeliner and messily done buns. The same guy who apparently has no sense of manners and pushes past Choso on campus walkways with his little boy-toy Geto like he’s the owner of the place.

He doesn’t even have the time to be concerned with what that white-haired jerk off is even saying before some oversized tatted guy with pink hair recklessly pushes past him. Choso’s not even sure whether it was purposeful or not based on the sheer force that hit him—and sent him straight to the ground.

Coincidentally, he lands scrambling on his hands and knees…right behind you. Dressed in a tight fitting short black skirt and bunched up tank top he’s pretty sure you won from a wet t shirt contest. Though more importantly, he gets a straight shot view of the fiery red lace panties you’re dressed in and the outline of your cunt to match.

See, if this was a cartoon, he’d have a stream of blood streaming out of his nose and, admittedly, hearts beating out of his eyes.

He’s not even a virgin, but he feels like one where he stops all his scrambling on the floor under you. He stills completely and stares. He stares like a filthy pervert at your—what he considers— perfect body in such a sultry pair of underwear. Are you wearing a bra to match too?

Slick saliva pools at his chapped lips while he open mouthedly ogles your pussy. His tired, normally sleepy eyes lie wide and unblinking at the view. All Choso knows is that he’ll be thinking about this for the rest of his month. No, no— rest of his life.

And at that point in his thoughts, he gets interrupted because Gojo sees him before Choso does.

“Hey! The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Gojo yells, hurrying down off the table and flinging the metallic microphone somewhere else. His bright eyes that still peer through his dark sunglasses beam down angrily at Choso, face struck half in awe and otherwise in disgust and anger. His huge hands grip at Choso’s neckline and yank him up before he can even look away from your perfect pussy under your skirt.

Choso’s face is now inches away from Gojo’s. Gojo breathes heavily against him while his pale fingers bunch at the hood of Choso’s stark black hoodie. He shakes as his yelled words pour out to Choso.

“Are you fucking INSANE? You think it’s just chill to be some creepy perv and stare up my girls skirt like that?” He asks, still just barely apart from Choso. Choso’s eyes dart to you, with a disgusted grimace on your face as you stare right back at him. Then his eyes land on the rest of the crowd fostering around you all. What—20 people? All crowded around you and staring at the scene of campus favorite Gojo ripping into campus loser Choso. “I’m fucking speaking to you, pervert!” Gojo continues to yell.

Shit.

Your manicured nails tap at Gojo’s toned arm before whispering something to him, just quiet enough Choso can’t hear. Your eyes linger on Choso disgustedly the whole time. Whatever you said makes Gojo squint, still staring at him but atleast stopping the yelling. Choso’s mind racks and it seemed Gojo’s is too. His vibrantly blue eyes jitter around and squint even tighter while his eyebrows cinch, likes he’s fighting back the urge to hit Choso. Atleast before he tilts his head to whisper something back to you.

Gojo grits his teeth before he speaks up again, sounding a lot calmer now.

“You’re coming with us. Upstairs. Got it?”

Choso nods before he can even think. Because in all honesty, he’s petrified at the thought of Gojo. He’s mulling over ways to get of this before Gojo pushes at his back roughly and guides him to the stairway.

There are still a million eyes shameless staring at them, at Choso, eyes wide and lips quivering because he’s convinced he’s gonna get his ass beat by Satoru Gojo and his kinda scary girlfriend in his frat house.

You step in front of Choso, hips swaying as he fights back the urge to look down any further than your shoulders in apprehension. A flushed color dusts over his face when your worm through people lounging and loitering on the upstairs steps. He has to shoot his head back down to ignore your panties on display again, taunting him. Gojo still pushes on his back to lead him forward until they reach his bedroom door. Choso grimaces at the poorly drawn penis in black marker that streaks across the otherwise plain white door. He grimaces even harder when he notices how confident you look with a smirk creeping up your glossed over lips.

“Look it was an accid—” Choso tries to reason, only to be met with Gojo stepping closer to him and menacingly staring down at the formers meek demeanor.

“Save it.” Gojo then looks over his shoulder, back to you, gesturing with a point of your finger towards the bed.

“Get on the bed, Choso.” You say, almost sweetly.

Choso’s brows furrow, confused and lost in thought. Gojo looks back to him.

“You heard the woman. Bed.”

Choso wants to say how confused he is, wants to ask why the hell he needs to be on the bed. Maybe it’s some power trip thing to make him feel like a kid getting scolded. All he really knows is that if he doesn’t, Gojo’ll probably do something worse, so he obliges. He sits, hunched over on the navy sheets. His eyes don’t know whether to look at Gojo, across the room, leaning on the door to his fancy en-suite or you, stepping over to Choso now. He settles on you for now, considering you’re probably less likely to murder him if he looks at you for too long.

He anticipates you to stop infront of him and maybe yell, or slap him, or something. What he doesn’t expect you to do is sit right beside him and yank his chin to face yours barely inches away. Your tight grasp and the dig of your nails into his skin feel almost intimate.

His heart races, eyes scrambling all over your face to get any sense of what you’re going to do. Yet you’re completely unreadable. For a moment he forgot Gojo was even there, or even existed at all.

And now he forgets anything but you and him are there when you collide your lips together. His eyes widen in surprise while your glossy lips smack to sloppily meet at his. It’s sloppy but somehow it’s still the most euphoric moment of his life. None of this even makes sense, but fuck if he cares. He leans into the kiss, letting your hands trail to the back of his neck and tightly grip at the hairs along his neck.

You suddenly pull back, spit pooling at your lips from the messiness of the clash.

“Satoru.” You smile so prettily at him, your boyfriend, like you weren’t just eating at another guys face two seconds before. “C’mere, baby.” You gesture to Gojo. Oh how Choso wishes you would call him baby.

Choso’s head flicks to Satoru, then back to you.

“Relax, Kamo. I’m not mad.” Gojo tells him. Though it seems more lika a lie with the pout he has laced on his face. Before he walks fully over to you and Choso on the bed, he tops to take something out of his top dresser drawer. He tosses it behind you two on the bed before Choso can look to see what it is.

Gojo leans down to peck you on the lips, essentially reminding the very confused Choso you’re still his girlfriend, before he redirects his attention back to Choso.

Then, he slams both his hands flat against the bed he’s leaning halfway over, on either side of Choso’s hips. Choso immediately leans back but Gojo just leans forward to match, just inches between them again.

“Kamo.” He simply says above him. Choso’s begins to chew at his lip again while the beaming blue eyes beat down on him again. He smirks down at Choso’s nervousness. “Y’know we’re not just lettin’ you off the hook here, right?” Choso anxiously nods at his words, still biting at his chapped lips.

You lean over to interrupt.

“We’re not gonna hurt you, Cho.” He feels a vat of relief flood his body. You lightly rest your hand on Choso’s arm while his nearly black eyes stare at you almost like a puppy. “You know, if not we can do a lot worse.”

“Y—Yeah, of course.” He nods and stutters out so quickly the speed almost surprises you.

“See!” You point out, targeted at Gojo. “Told you he was a good boy! He’s kinda like an obedient dog.” You chuckle out. Choso blushes and squints embarrassedly at the comparison. Does the cooperation include being humiliated by a hot girl right in-front of you? Gojo still remains with that anticipating smirk above him.

That’s when Gojo’s large pale hand wraps around Choso’s neck. Choso’s eyes widen almost cartoonishly in surprise, befuddled at Gojo’s movement. He stares up at him, deep eyes contrasting bright ones. It seems almost like a repeat of a minute ago when Gojo smashes his lips onto his.

He melts into it just as easily as the first time with you. Gojo’s is even sloppier, though. His tongue breaks through Choso’s lips almost immediately and starts lapping the latter’s own. He leans further, almost lying fully on top of him. Choso leans back onto his elbows as he lets Gojo do whatever, hands still holding at his neck. His breath hitches as he feels Gojo’s cock through his jeans and push against the boner Choso’s been trying to hide since he first saw your underwear. Gojo’s hands move from his neck to pin Choso’s arm above his head. He doesn’t even struggle— he’s sort of starting to understand what you’d said about him being obedient.

Gojo pulls back, face still lingering above him and not centimeters away.

“Get your pants off now and I’ll let you touch her again.” He grumbles, before fully pulling back and giving Choso room to strip. Now it’s easy for Choso to stare up at the boner Gojo’s fostering in his barely concealing jeans. Gojo looms infront of him while Choso scrambles to shuffle out of his jeans and kick them off to the floor.

“Shirt too, dumbfuck.” Gojo snarls like it’s the most obvious thing ever. Choso follows his words and worms out of his t-shirt, branded in some unknown local band. He rests back on his elbows again.

You come up to Choso’s side, having shuffled and removed your dress, sitting in just those panties that caused this, when Gojo and him were enveloped in their kiss. He seems to stare at Gojo’s body when Gojo starts to strip himself. You slink your arms around Choso’s abdomen, worming them so your hands can sit atop his throbbing cock through his tightening boxes.

Choso thinks he’s got to be dreaming.

You knead the ball of your hand down onto his cock firmly. Choso whimpers out, bucking up into the touch with his chest heaving.

Gojo snickers infront of him. You’re no better, snorting at his noises as he feels surrounded. Surrounded by the top of the social class and essentially being their bitch for whatever they want him to do in fear.

“How pathetic.” You quip from behind him, resting your head on Choso’s bare shoulder. “Were you ever like this Satoru?”

“Was never a fucking pervert.” He snarks, staring firmly into Choso’s eyes. Choso feels embarrassed from how hard he’s getting from this. Gojo leans back over Choso’s frame again, the both of you caging him in between you two.

Your hands knead harder at Choso’s dick, drawing pathetically pitchy moans out of him. Gojo’s calloused hand moves your hand out the way before resting almost fully on Choso’s again.

He grinds his hips down to meet Choso’s.

“Gojo!” Choso gasps out. His voice is squeaky and pained but it’s clear he feels nothing but utter pleasure from this.

Gojo’s thick, clothed cock traces over Choso’s, colliding roughly. They throbs at eachother as the dribble of pre-cum through Gojo’s boxers leaks along the meeting of their dicks.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?” Gojo asks above him, smirk yet again coating his perfect face. His breath falls down into Choso’s face, hot and impatient as he waits for an answer.

Choso’s answer forms to make a word before he gasps out again. Your teeth sink into his vampirely pale skin from behind, sucking deep into his bare neck. You suck a clinging bruise into his skin. He moans through the painful pleasure like some pathetic virgin.

You move to suck another one, farther up his neck and Gojo’s hips continue their rolling.

The room fills up with pitiful little ‘ah’s and ‘fuck!’s, all from Choso in seconds.

You pull back for a second while Gojo still stares down at him.

“Flip him over. Wanna feel his mouth already.” You whine, annoyed and impatient. You scoot out the way and Gojo immediately obliges, forcefully manhandling Choso to flip him over and prop him up on his hands and knees, pathetically flushed face sitting between your legs. The panties he craved earlier sit right at his fingertips. And just like that he’s drooling again.

You toss Gojo something Choso doesn’t even catch because he’s too caught up in staring at your underwear.

Your hands yank at his pigtails, pulling his face to sit right infront of your dripping panties. He breaths heavily like he’s witnessing god himself infront of you when you gently pull the lace to the side.

“Go on.” You say impatiently. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, pervert?” Choso doesn’t have to be told twice before he vehemently laps at your folds. He slurps and noses into your cunt like this is the best meal of his life. You yank his pigtails again to push him up against your pussy even further.

Is this some reward for opening the door for an old woman the other day? He’ll become the goddamn care taker for that lady if it meant he got to taste your pussy again.

Choso’s so enveloped in you he doesn’t even notice Gojo’s now unsheathed cock bouncing out of his boxers behind him. Choso’s hands move to pull your hips closer to wrap your legs around his face when Gojo suddenly peels Choso’s boxers down.

Gojo’s hands push at the small of Choso’s back, putting him into an even further arch while he flips open the cap of the bottle of lube with the other hand. He pours the runny liquid over his fingers before dripping a hefty amount along Choso’s hole, some even dripping all the way down along his dick and balls.

Choso jolts up at the cold feeling as Gojo’s girthy finger probes at the rim. Choso’s pulls his head back, looking back over his shoulder before Gojo’s finger cuts him off.

“What are y—” Gojo’s finger pushes in, opening up Choso’s once virgin hole. A loud, whiny moan rings out into the room when Gojo’s finger glides in. Even his moan is cut off when you pull his head back to work at your cunt again.

His vibrating moans against your pussy and squirms against the bedsheets, leaking pre-cum all over, don’t stop even when Gojo drives his digits deeper, or adds another and another and kneads through his gummy walls.

“Think this is perverts first time up the ass.” Gojo quips from behind him as Choso’s tightens around the digits and pushes his ass back onto them.

“Makes sense. He’s whimpering up into me like a bitch.” You joke back breathlessly. Choso’s tongue still laps at and moans into your pussy like he doesn’t ever plan on stopping. “Eats pussy like a dog too.” Choso’s takes some level of offense to how you don’t mention how he made you cum.

Is it wrong of Choso to say this is the best experience of his life? He feels any normal person would argue being humiliated and essentially spit roasted by an entitled frat boy and his equally bratty girlfriend isn’t the ideal sexual experience. But he’d trade normalcy for this a million times out of ten.

Gojo places his now lubed up tip against Choso’s rim. His head falters from your cunt and lands against the sheets, whimpering in anticipation, arching up against his cock.

Gojo’s large hands grips along the sides of Choso’s hips, heaving to lean over him and pulling him taut to his dick.

“Say you want it.” Gojo grumbles into his ear. Not even condescendingly asking, telling him to say it because he knows he’ll fucking do it.

“..I—I want it.” He whines, eyes squinting while Gojo smirks excitedly behind him. The humiliation coats him, assuming that’s the intended effect from the man behind him.

“Good boy.” And then he pushes in. Choso throws his head back, giving Gojo the perfect opportunity to grab at both his pigtails with one hand. The moan he yells out is near pornographic, loud and pitchy, pathetically screamed out for anyone to hear. His hands claw that the sheets while Gojo groans behind him, not stopping and still driving forward into him till his cock bottoms out in Choso’s tight walls.

The feeling of this is better than any phsyedelics Choso’s ever tried. It feels fucking euphoric, like pure ecstasy injected into his system. He’s so hazed he doesn’t even notice you’re pulling out your phone until you have it positioned in front of his face.

“Say cheese, Choso!” You mock, voice overly happy and giddy for the compromising position you’ve got him lolled in. For gods sake Choso’s face’s still got your slick and cum dripping from his nose to his lips. Gojo’s hand yanks Choso’s head back up, holding up his fucked out face to the camera like some sort of trophy while he widely grins.

When the flash finally clicks, Gojo wastes no time slamming Choso’s head into the mattress and driving in deeper thrusts into him. His moans are even still audibly through the sheets he’s that vocal.

“Fuck he’s tight.” Gojo says inbetween labored breaths as he pounds into Choso, slamming their hips together. “You know, people’d pay good money for this ass. Fuckin’ amazing.”

You’re the first to notice Choso’s tears leaking into the bed. And then you fucking laugh at him.

“Awww, ‘Toru, look.” You point. “He’s crying!” You mock before pulling his hair up for the umpteenth time this night and turning his neck forcefully so Gojo can see the sheer amount of tears pouring down his face while he still fucks into him firmly.

You slink of your slick panties and bring them up to Choso’s face.

“Here, I’ll wipe ‘em up for you.” You shove the red lace into his already ruined face.

You expected a whimper maybe, not for him to instantaneously orgasm and shoot out thick white ropes of cum against the contrasting bed sheets.

When you and Gojo start laughing at him like it’s the funniest joke of all time, all he can think is how he’ll be jerking off to this tomorrow morning.

every. single. time.

every single time you’re sitting infront of him, lips interlocked, moaning into his mouth … he just can’t seem to unhook your bra himself.

this time, he’s laid out on your mattress while you straddle his hips. he’s dressed in just his underwear that cling to his pale thighs while you sit atop of him and panties and, his worst nightmare … a matching hook-closed bra.

“fuck.” he grumbles breathlessly into your mouth, not even meaning for it to slip out, just an uncontrollable reaction to crossing paths with his mortal enemy. you pull back slightly, still close enough your breath lingers on him.

“what?” you ask, brows furrowing together while his slender fingers tap at the lacy fabric. you squint down at him while his gleaming eyes vacantly look at you. “satoru? you okay?”

he nods quickly while your words snap him out of his thoughts. mostly just ‘fuck’ repeated and ‘why can’t i just blast this stupid thing off?’ you lean down to kiss at his soft lips again, thinking it’s just one of his weird space outs that happen every so often.

he kisses back, leans to his side and tries to distract you with his tongue in your mouth—or atleast buy him some time to figure this the hell out. he can’t believe he figured rct out at 17, yet at 28 he’s still clueless when it comes to something that should be simple.

his fingertips build up the courage to trace over the hooks while your arms scrunch at his stark white hair. your hips grind down onto his heavy bulge like you’re trying to fuck him through the layers of fabric separating him.

he tries to give himself a peptalk while you’re attacking at his lips, that it’s not that difficult and if he gets this over with he can just fuck you already.

his thumb clasps onto one side of the backing, trying to pull it away carelessly from the other end. no dice. he tries to thread the hooks off one by one with a a single finger at once. you start to foster a confused look on your face as you pull back for air. he finally tries to bring the sides together before yanking them apart… he gets the hooks tangled in the lace some-fucking-how.

you yank back from his mouth, spit still trailing between your faces between the string eventually breaks.

“are you, like, not in the mood?” you ask, utterly confused. you’re actually worried at this point that he just doesn’t wanna fuck you from how much he’s hesitating—couldn’t be farther from the truth may he add—even despite the pulsing boner sitting against you, and his eyes open wide at your words.

he immediately shakes his head fervently to signify NO. “no, no, no! i just…” he hesitates, embarrassed before the words can even fall out of his mouth. “…need help getting your bra off.”

“really.” you deadpan, staring down at him with your eyes squinted and eyebrows pulled up against your forehead. he flushes against your gaze. he’s about to plead out a sorry for ruining everything before you giggle.

you slink your arms behind your back and undo the clasps along the band.

he thinks he cums a little in his pants when you yank your bra off your head and toss it across your room, revealing your breasts to him right infront of his face. he might even have drool pooling at his lips.

“you really never learned how to take off a bra?”

so high!

Benjamin Poindexter x fem!Reader

summary: a little teasing always leads to something more!

warning: established relationship, smut (18+!! MDNI!), fingering, creampie, multiple rounds, rough sex, he lowkey chokes you with his biceps, not proofread!

It started out small but no so innocent. You were teasing Dex a little just for fun. Sitting on top of him, you started to move your hips a little just for fun. His veiny hands held your hips in place and his eyes turned dark and serious, warning you.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” he warned you. You smirked and leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was messy and painfully passionate. But it wouldn’t be more fun if you started moving your hips against him again. At this point you were asking him to handle you.

“Alright.” he whispers into the kiss and with one swift motion, you were trapped under him. Dex continues kissing you passionately while removing your panties and his boxers.

With one swift he pushed two of his fingers inside you. Your needy cunt immediately swallowing his fingers whole.

Dex breaks the kiss and there was a smirk on his face. He lowers him slowly down to your cunt and starts to work on you with his mouth aswell. As if his fingers weren’t already enough…

The sight underneath is enough to make you cum. Fuck, his tongue working inside you with his fingers doing the same thing.

Your hands rest on the back of his head and as soon as he starts fucking his finger inside you a little faster, you can’t help but take his hair into your first.

You feel a knot forming in your stomach and it’s just a matter of time before you drench his mouth and fingers with your cum.

“Dex, please, I’m close.” you moan out and you feel him smiling into your pussy. This cheeky bastard…

“Do it.” he tells you while his face is still eating you out like you’re his last meal. His fingers exit your pussy and now it’s just his tongue inside you. It doesn’t take long until you let yourself cum on his face.

Still with a smirk on his face, he puts himself on top of you. His hands parting your thighs a little further apart so he can fit just between you.

“Want me to make you feel good?” he whispers loud enough for you to hear and you nod at him.

There is no need to tell him twice. With a swift motion he positions his cock over your pulsing heat and enters you with his full length causing your mouth to fly open and your eyes to close.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Still not adjusted to me?” he asks even though he knows the answer to that question. His cock is just too big to adjust on.

He doesn’t waste any time until he starts moving in and out of you. His lips connect with your forehead as he moves fast inside you. Your hands move on his back and you dig your nails deep into his back, leaving love marks.

“Such a good girl. Taking me so well.” he whispers while leaving kisses on your forehead. You can feel the tears slowly forming in your eyes. But not because he’s hurting you. It’s more because of the pleasure he’s giving you.

“hmph- look at you baby. You look very pretty under me.” he groans and his lips travels down to reconnect with your open mouth. The kiss is very sloppy and heated. The only problem… your brain is way too overstimulated which makes it hard for you to continue kissing him with the same passion as him.

Dex knows exactly what is happening. Your brain is too overstimulated with the deep thrust of his cock inside you. You clench around him which causes him to get a little weak on his knees.

“I‘m close baby.” he says breaking the kiss. You feel yourself getting closer aswell. “Cmon baby, say something.”

“I’m hmph I’m also close. Dex please.” you beg him to not stop and let you finish. Because he had this habit of edging you until you’re a sobbing mess. But today’s your lucky day. He will make you cum more than once.

“Can I cum inside you?” he asks and you nod. Without hesitation, you feel him coming undone inside you causing you to cum just seconds later.

But the night doesn’t end here.

“Turn around for me baby.” he says and you do as he says.

Now you’re flat on your stomach. Dex positions himself between your legs.

“Take deep breaths.” he tells you as he slowly enters your wet cunt from behind. He stays inside you for a second and you hear him taking deep breaths behind you aswell.

His beefy arms cage around your face.

“I want to hear you moan my name.”

Without a warning he starts moving roughly inside you. You bite on his beefy biceps due to pleasure. His cock hits your cervix which makes you roll your eyes. Your hands fisting the bedsheets underneath you.

“Dex!” you cry out his name which only makes him pick up the speed and thrust as deep as possible inside you, your pussy swollen now.

You moan out his name a few times more and you feel your brain dumbing down. Seems like the only thing you can think about right now is how good your boyfriend is fucking your needy cunt and giving you exactly what you need. Feeling so high from his cock.

“Good girl. hmph- you‘re my good girl. Taking me so well. Making me feel so good.” you hear him say from behind you. His face buries in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking your soft skin. When you wake up in the morning, you will definitely find your neck covered in love marks.

“It’s your fault for being so stupid and teasing me.” he laughs against your sensitive skin. “Told you to not start something you can’t finish.”

You feel the familiar knot forming again in your stomach. You close your eyes as tears threaten to flow down your face.

“I‘m close. Please. Please let me cum.” you beg him and he laughs. Why is he laughing.

“Do it baby. Cum all around me.” his cock twitches inside you. And you come undone.

Just as you thought this would be it, you hear him say, “One last round and then you’re done baby.”

You let out a whine as he pushes you back on your back and push back inside your throbbing and pulsing pussy, pushing the cum inside you again. This only makes you bite your bottom lip. His Hands rest on your waist as he fucks you dumber than before. You whine out his name and you pur your hands on his abs.

“So good. Always so good for me.” he whines and pushes his lips onto yours. His hands now cup your ass, giving you a little squeeze.

The kiss is slow and passionate. You bite his bottom lip and he lets out a little moan at that. He breaks the kiss with a string of saliva connected to your lips.

“Tell me how bad you want to cum again baby.” you feel the tip of your cock hit your cervix again. Your nails dig into his abs and you close your eyes for a brief second because you could swear you’re starting to see stars.

“Please. Make me cum baby, please!” you whine out needy. He nods frantically and sends the last deep pushes inside your cunt.

And you both cum, creating a whole mess around each other. Dex slowly pulls out and you let out a little cry at that, feeling empty now.

“You did very good my pretty lady.” he whispers into your ear. With a swift motion he picks you up bridal style and carries you into the bathroom so he can clean you up.

he’s always precise. targetted care in his movements like he’s planning what he’ll do before he does it. you find him smiling faintly when you blink at him, stammering at how he’d hit a target so far away.

even if the target was just a garbage can.

at the park, he grabs a stray kite just before it gets out of his reach. the string loosens from a little boys fingers as you walk by. though dex’s hand slips out of his pocket before the boy even lets go and dex’s thick fingers clasp around the string.

you just barely saw him do it, but you did nonetheless.

dex catches cups that you accidentally knock over and doesn’t let them hit the ground. you’ve just drunk a glass of water and mindlessly set it on the corner of the table. dex is already eyeing you from across the room. he crosses before you turn to him and your elbow hits the cup. your eyes shut in anticipation of glass shattering. but instead, he reaches out and catches it behind your back and sets it right back down.

at josie’s, dex doesn’t just hit the red target on the dartboard easily but he’ll also pin things from across the room. when you’re sipping your terrible drink and giggling at your stupidly attractive boyfriend, he’s still throwing darts with his arm around your waist. not missing a single shot. but a hooded figure grabs a purse from a old woman and dashes out from her grip and dex sees it before you do. he throws his dart from across the damn bar and it hits the man, right in his hand holding the purse.

the man screeches in pain, his hand pinned to the splintering wood that was probably older than you. the purse falls from his hand immediately and dex picks it up to return to the older woman. she thanks him graciously and you’re eyeing him with lustful intent as he makes his way back over to you.

“what?” he blinks and freezes at your gaze. “i’m one of the good guys now.”

your eyes trail down his figure and then up again, intensely slow. he blushes hard and tries to hide his growing smile. though you grip at his shirt and urge him closer, rasping his name like a plea and a demand he’d never deny.

“i wanna go home now.”

dex nods quickly and takes your purse in his other hand, ushering you out of the bar as fast as possible.

the apartment door shuts behind the two of you only after you’d already been pushed towards the couch. dex bounces a fidget to you’d bought him off the counter and it hits the front door, pushing it shut hard. his hands on your waist move meticulously as they begin shedding your layers. barely even touching the button of your jeans as he opens and pulls them down. his rough hands trailing stupidly soft up your spine, dragging the fabric and sending shivers up deliciously.

his hips seem to have the same motivation of his mind. precise, perverse, and insatiable.

before you can part your lips to let any sounds out, he swallows them down like something rare. he fills it with little sounds that destroy you instead. his lips like sweet nectar to your sensitive ears that amplify every thought with visions on him.

because dex fucks like he fights—skilled and unfair.

18+ thinking of dex & prone boning

fem! reader, mdni. 850 words. cw: kinda mean dex, use of vibrator, dex being dominant, dex restricting readers arms, mentions of control, slight degradation, pinv, throat holding, finger sucking, mentions of orgasm denial, general filth

he's far bigger now, dex. though it's not like he was never small in the first place, rather now, he's just big. everything about him the same, only bigger.

you like it. you like how beefy he's become, how broad and wide he feels when he's behind you. above you, more specifically. the way he now appears to take up significantly more space than you has become something that creates a short circuit in your brain. 

with these meetings you've had with dex over the years, you've noticed a stark difference in his body. it was a striking change with those large biceps and expansive shoulders of his that just seem to agitate every little want within you. it's always been the case with these mindless fuckings you shared, but there was something about him more recently that did it more for you than it had ever done before.

18+ freaked out sex with dex

fem! reader, mdni. 1030 words. cw: switch dex x switch reader, spit mentions, throat holding, hair holding, face holding, scar licking, cowgirl into missionary, pinv sex, just general filth.

benjamin "you're mine" poindexter who likes to enforce the reminder that you are in fact his. it comes as a given with dex, that you belong to him, though he can't help but sprinkle it in. doesn't matter whether he's beneath, above or beside you, if it's morning, noon or night, that same notion still stands: that you're his.

it comes out gruff, a low decibel coo against the shell of your ear as he times it with a firm pump into your cunt above. it's strategic, the way he murmurs filth against your mouth— like he knows it to be something your body will respond well to. and it always does, without fail. 

you sit atop him, cunt taking his cock comfortably from beneath. you're in close, stomach pressing against his ever so slight pudge, tits sandwiched with his chest below. your hips seemingly with a mind of their own as you wind and rock over his groin, movements desperate and depraved — almost like you're utterly uncomfortable with your own wicked need. that's what a few days apart does to you, it takes a toll on both you and dex.

tonight, you're particularly handsy, far more than typically normal. and so with these antsy hands of yours, you're clasping at dex, at his neck, at his face, whatever it is that you need in that moment. you then settle one on the sheets above the swell of his shoulder, and the other just over his chin; palm hooked above it with your fingers extending out, tips reaching that thick scar on his cheek.

20 something stalker!reader stalking 40 something bullseye. he uses the opportunity to "fuck some sense into you" whenever he gets his hands on you as if he's not just as obsessive and stalkerish. he wants you to know who's really in control.

he lets you believe you're trailing him but he's really just leading you down a dark alley. he ducks behind some rubble, holding his breath in anticipation as you draw nearer. he'll suddenly grab you by the waist and slap a hand over your mouth, spinning you and pressing your front against the rough brick wall.

of course this is exactly where you want to be, so you're immediately whining into his gloved hand and pressing yourself against him, pawing at him. he'll growl a sharp "be good," in your ear while one big hand pins your hands above your head and the other is tugging your bottoms down, and then his.

you feel his gloved hand between your legs. he'll spread your legs and reposition you so his dick slides into your already soaked cunt. he starts slow, thrusting in and out while rubbing sweet circles on your clit.

dex loves working you up, picking up the pace and listening to your pretty voice moan and whine and feel your hands flex in his big one.

he'll pound into you, the filthy sounds echoing in the empty alleyway. dex will get you so close, impossibly close, before he's pulling out and ripping his hand from your clit, jacking himself off until he's cumming on your pretty cunt and ass. he shows no inclination that he's going to listen to your begging and pleading, pulling your bottoms back up before he's stepping back and letting you slump against the rough wall.