he doesn’t pause the game. you’re curled into his side, legs draped across his lap, your cheek resting warm on his bare shoulder. and it would feel peaceful, domestic, even, if it weren’t for the way his hand is buried between your thighs.

his palm holds you open, keeps your cunt soft and spread for him while his thumb draws slow, relentless circles over your clit—never too hard, never too light. just enough to make your hips twitch and your lashes flutter. again. and again. and again. like he’s testing you. like he’s seeing how many times he can brush that swollen little bundle of nerves before you completely lose yourself.

his eyes are still on the screen, voice low with concentration as he clicks through combos, wrist moving fluidly against the controller. but his hand—his other hand stays fixed on you. precise, in control, like you’re just another part of the game.

you bite your lip. exhale shakily. your hips buck, seeking more pressure, more rhythm, more of him—but his arm tightens, firm against your thigh, holding you down like he’s saying don’t move. take it.

"you’re dripping," he mutters, not even looking. just smirking. smug. calm. "soaked my fingers without even being fucked."

his thumb glides again. slower this time. the drag of it makes your stomach tense. and you can feel it all. the soft friction of his skin against your slick folds, the subtle catch of callouses, the smooth cold glide of the silver ring he wears on that hand—right at the base of his thumb, pressed flush to your heat.

your head turns, lips parting at his throat. “sukuna—”

“shh.” he finally looks down at you. his gaze is hooded, warm and dangerous, half-lidded with a kind of greedy affection that makes your heart trip. “i’m trying to win.”

you almost sob. he presses a little harder, thumb slipping lower—just enough to tease where you’re aching, right above your entrance, before circling back up. your clit pulses. your body is tight with tension, thighs trembling, cunt throbbing from being edged so sweetly for so long. and he can feel it. you know he can. you know from the little noise he makes in his throat.

"god, look at you," he whispers.

he shifts the controller, sets it to the side, and finally—finally—turns fully to face you. both hands on you now. one sliding beneath your shirt to cup your breast, the other still playing you like a perfect fucking instrument.

“you let me touch you like this and keep playing my game like it’s normal,” he murmurs, leaning in, forehead resting against yours. “how could i not be obsessed with you?”

you whimper. your body’s too tight, too close. the pressure builds and builds with each pass of his thumb, each kiss to your skin, each whispered "just a little more, pretty girl." and when you finally break—hips jerking, back arching, thighs clenching around his wrist—he holds you through it. he presses deep. thumb slow but steady. kisses the corner of your mouth. like he’s proud of what he’s made you feel. like you’re his favorite game.

Toji couldn’t stop starin’ at you, the minute you had come back from college on break, struttin’ into your parents house in that stupid little sundress, sun kissed skin, bright — glowin’ as you greeted your family with that pretty smile — drippin’ in honeyed sweetness.

and when your eyes casted over toward him — god he could’ve came right then and there, pretty orbs glistentin’ when the sun hit em’ jus’ right through the window right above the kitchen sink.

“Toji!!!” you squealed. your arms wrappin’ right around his shoulders, heels liftin’ off of the ground, standin’ on your tippy toes as you placed your head against his chest, breath fannin’ his ear when you mumbled a soft.

“I’ve missed you”

god, it was like the sound of the pearly white gates openin’. thick fingers held your waist hesitantly, lower half scooted jus’ far enough so you wouldn’t feel the growin’ bulge that pressed tightly against his work pants that hung low on his waist, white t-shirt plastered tight on his skin.

he felt like such a perv…the mere feeling of your skin touchin’ his with jus’ a small tight hug had him picturin’ you in every pliant position he could put you in, he felt like his brain was rotted with indecent thoughts of you — his best friends daughter.

that same night at dinner, the poor guy couldn’t even eat properly, eyes bulged at the way your throat bobbed with each sip of the margarita your mom had made..cock heavy and slicked with pearly pre as it sat stiff against his inner thigh —

god…he was so screwed.

especially because he had been stayin’ over while you were gone, needin’ a place to stay, your dad had offered him your room but since you were back..

he opted to take the couch, arguin’ with your parents about it over dinner but with them and you insistin’ he sleeps on an air mattress in the room with you…he couldn’t deny them — you.

I mean, who was really stupid enough to say no?

not toji, no..after dinner he immediately helped set up the air mattress, puttin’ on a flowery pink sheet that you had given him onto the mattress, one of your pillows — which technically was his now because it was imbedded with his smell from the time he had spent in your room.

and when he finally was able to fall asleep, cock stiff against the hem of his boxers, tip proddin’ out just from the soft scent of your freshly showered skin surroundin’ his sense of smell with each toss and turn you made in your sleep.

he couldn’t help the pervy wet dream he had that night, hips stutterin’ against the mattress in subtle ruts, cock droolin’ that gooey cream onto the sheets below.

the next day wasn’t much different, other than the fact that you’d wore a different fuckin’ sundress…this one adorned with flowers instead of the one that you had wore yesterday that was jus’ a plain pink.

god..the audacity you had..to walk around like that? it was drivin’ him crazy..absolutely insane..he felt disgustin’, he couldn’t help but watch the way your body moved so sinuously across the kitchen.

when you reached for a glass on the very top shelf..his eyes couldn’t stop the way they danced along the lifted hem.

it was subtle but noticeable in the way it shaped the curve of your ass, he felt his chest puff in an uninvited pant, mind hazy as he watched the way your tits bounced with each little jump you made — and he definitely couldn’t help the way he stood up, heavy steps shuffin’ against the against the old creaky wooden floor towards you.

heavy, warm, big burly chest pressin’ against your now stiff back, thickened calloused hands reached for the glass, slowly…bringing it down toward your face.

“there y’go doll”

you stared at the glass with wide eyes, ass pushed back against the hardness beneath the confinements of his dark wash jeans, soft fingers reachin’ up to grab the glass with a harsh swallow.

“t-thank you ji” you whispered shyly, head turnin’ back, lashes flutterin’ as you looked up at him, small hairs kissin’ the underside of your brows with each soft — cat like blink.

“anytime, sweetheart” scarred lip turnin’ up in a sly smirk, avid eyes runnin’ across your face..drinkin’ you in..the tip of his finger pad tracin’ the underside of your jaw..lips hoverin’ above yours.

you inhaled each breath he exhaled. hands turnin’ you around to face him. lower back pushed up against the sharp marble, one hand clutching the glass that was placed in your palm whilst the other pressed itself into his black t-shirt clad chest.

“this..fuckin’ sundress..s’been drivin’ me crazy all day” he murmured. fingers coastin’ down toward where your tits rested against the fabric, tracin’ along the edge of the bodice. “been wearin’ it to tease me huh?”

“n-no…” you swallowed a harsh lump in the back of your throat, eyes glancin’ down toward where his finger rested near the valley of your breasts.

“y’sure about that?” you nodded. he scoffed, a small tch leavin’ his parted lips as he sized you up.

and god the way he looked at you…you couldn’t stop the way your thighs clenched together..the way your slick drooled against the fabric of your panties..you were so glad your parents weren’t here to witness this obscene intimacy that you both filled their kitchen

before you could even register what was happenin’ you squealed as he lifted you off the ground with such little effort, ass ploppin’ against the cold counter that was felt through the thin material of your dress, thighs plush against the marble. his frame still loomin’ over you even with this new found height.

the glass in your hand landed against the counter with a clank, the chime ringin’ through your eardrums as you leaned back against your

palms, legs spread slightly as you heaved out a few ragged breaths.

his hands landed atop of yours, fingers diggin’ into your skin as he leaned over your legs, knees pressin’ against the hardness in his pants inflictin’ a low groan from his throat. his lips once again hovered over yours, burly nose brushin’ against yours, breath tangled together before he pressed his rough lips against yours, tongue swipin’ over your bottom lip.

and when you finally parted your lips in a heated gasp, you felt the way his tongue slid against yours, exchanging spit and lip gloss with each tilt of heads. his hands coasted up toward your neck, thick palm wrappin’ around your throat, fingers pressin’ slightly against your throbbin’ pulse point.

his spittle coated lips left yours — stringy spit connectin’ the two of you before his lips trailed down your jaw — toward your neck. teeth nippin’ at your skin, hand now restin’ at the nape of your neck.

“g-god — you smell s’fuckin’ good” he groaned. nose breathin’ in your scent, hand slowly pullin’ down the straps of your dress, before he’s reachin’ toward the bust…pullin’ it down underneath your tits, nipples pebblin’ as they touch the cold air — one hand grasps your left tit in his hand, fingers meanly rollin’ the pebbled nub in between the pads of them.

mouth latchin’ onto the other, tongue flickin’ and swirlin’ around it,, you lean back with a whine, back archin’ slightly up before you fall onto your elbow, free hand reachin’ for the back of his head, pullin’ him closer against your chest, legs wrappin’ around his waist, heels diggin into his back.

your clothed pussy latched to his jean clad cock, hips buckin’ with each intentional flick of his wet muscle against your tit.

“Toji — need you” you pant, his mouth detaches from your nipple with a soppin’ pop!, lustrous eyes glancin’ down at you.

“yeah? How bad?...”, he whispered teasingly, rough palms smoothin’ the skin of your thighs, the dress now halfway up your lower body.

“s’bad..”

he let out a long sigh before planting a chaste kiss against your pouted lips, hands grabbin’ your thighs, liftin’ you up off of the counter before carryin’ you toward the wooden dinin’ table, gently placin’ you down against it.

“let me taste this pussy first”

He stood at the very end of the table, one hand on your ankle as he pulled you down closer towards him, half of your ass hangin’ off the edge. he sat down on the chair behind him, scootin’ forward just a tad bit as you placed your feet on his back.

“time to eat”

his hands bunched your dress up against your waist, fingers graspin’ the hem of your a panties — pullin’ them down past your ankles.

he pressed the damp cotton to his nose — inhalin’ in deeply with a lewd groan.

“god…been wantin’ to smell these..y’smell s’fuckin’ good doll” with one last sniff, he shoved the panties in his pocket before spreadin’ your legs, tongue dartin’ out as he swiped the damp muscle against his lower lip.

he placed a few small kisses against your inner thigh, tongue draggin’ against the skin until it reached your bushy mound, his own stubble makin’ contact with it, groanin’ he licked a long stripe along your droolin’ pussy lips.

“f-fuck!” You shuddered, hands graspin’ the sides of the table, back archin’ when his thick fingers prodded against your entrance, slowly pushing in, stretching you open before he’s scissoring his digits in an’ out, curling them up to graze against your sweet spot with each pump.

you let out a choked whine, cunt clenching. his lips wrap around your hooded clit, suckin’ and slurping the sensitive nerve. each wet slurp leaves your legs twitching, hips bucking.

“shitttt — toji” you gargle out, drool sloppily spilling from the sides of your mouth, dribblin’ down your chin. your eyes flutter closed, hips moving on their own accord as you draggg your squelching heat against his face.

the tip of his nose hitting your clit with every rut, his tongue flattened out, muscle hanging flat, letting you take what you want from him.

a deep rumble shook through his chest as his lidded eyes looked up at you. fuck you looked perfect like this, so fucked out and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

even when his jaw was startin’ to hurt he was still eating you like he’d been starvin’ for it. fingers meanly pinchin’ at your inner thigh, lips droppin’ fat globes of spittle down onto your cunt.

“tastes s’fuckin’ sweet” he groans, one hand tryin’ its best to hold your buckin’ hips down whilst his other fucked into your syrupy — sticky pussy lips.

“Holy — shit! how — ngh” you babbled, chin tiltin’ down to watch the way his mouth devours you, mouth open in a silent scream when you felt your stomach tighten in a pleasured knot— “cmon give it to me baby” he groaned into your slit.

“m’close — ah! — toji” you sob, back arched as you try paw at his head, feet pushin’ to scoot back. you’re runnin’ already? he lets out a soft scoff against you, finger comin’ down to flick against your swollen clit —

“ngh — don’t run doll”

“fuckfuckfuck — slow! —s’to much” your beggin’ didn’t do much…not when he had you soooo close to the edge ready to fuckin’ catch every drop of syrupy cum, and oh was he in heaven when you finally let go. “m’cummin — ngh”

your body lurched forward as you messily gushed around his thick fingers with a lewd mewl.

his heavy muscle still flickin’ against your overstimulated clit. head thrashing as your body starts seizing. slick juices splashin’ against his pretty face with each mean pump he gave you.

Toji pulled away with one loud slurping plop! of your clit, still pumping you through your high before you writhed away, hips backing up, hands coming down to push his away.

“you feelin’ okay pretty?” you nodded, glazed eyes closin’ as your body still twitched from the aftermath of your orgasm. “don’t sleep on me now…m’ not done with you”

you gasped when he grabbed you, bringin’ you toward the couch, ploppin’ you down on the fluffy cushion before his hands unbuckled the belt that was wrapped around his hips, pullin’ it out of the loops before draggin’ his pants down along with his boxers — the fabric crumblin’ to the floor. you reach up to help with his shirt.

and god…his tanned v line…littered with bulgin’ veins, your eyes trailed down toward the heavy chubbed up cock that sat in his palm, dextorous fingers spreadin’ the pre around his bulbous tip.

“hold your thighs back” you listened, arms wrapping’ around your thighs — pullin’ them back against your chest. he leaned over you with a huff, frottin’ his cock between your slick pussy lips—

“ngh — s’warm”

you spread your thighs wider..jus’ to be able to watch the way he pushes inside you with a groan, silky walls suckin’ him in — “f-fuck—you’re s’tight”

toji dropped his head, chin touching his chest as he watched your pussy lips swallow his cock inch by inch. the loud squelch that left your syrupy cunt when he buried himself to the hilt had a loud whiney sound leavin’ his mouth.

but oh — the way your cunt fluttered around him at the sound of his neediness had him stutterin’ out a small —

“l-loosen up”

then, his hips started movin’ slick covered cock — draggin’ against your gooey walls.

“Toji — ngh — you’re so b-big!” you gasp, throat tightenin’ when you feel his cock plant a soppin’ kiss against your cervix. brows pinched together at the sheer size of his cock.

“so big huh?” he meanly pouts. your head nods up an’ down, unable to comprehend anything anymore. He’s dragging his tip against your sweet spot, hips withdrawin’, tip proddin’ at your entrance before he’s slammin’ back into you inflicting a loud scream to leave your trembling lips.

“s-slow — ah!” you keen out, unable to keep up with the rhythm of his hips but he’s still not slowin’ down — jus’ places a wet kiss onto your lips, hips fuckin’ into you at an animalistic pace.

“s-shut up — brat” he lets out a guttural groan. he has you stretched so wiiideee, stuffed to the brim, you could feel everything, from the thick veins that wrapped around his thick cock, to the sultry drag of his tip against your gummy walls. god, he was so deep inside you—

“ngh an’ take this fuckin’ dick baby”

each tantalizing drag of his cock had your back arching, head lulling back. you could feel everythin’ so deep inside your belly — oh fuck — he was that deep.

the prominent bulge of his cock pushed up against your lower belly, thick an’ heavy as he brutalized your pussy — “fuck…”

“feel me here doll?” he gasped, hand reachin’ down to push against it, applyin’ that deliciously sweet pressure that you oh so happen to love.

“y-yes — god — so fuckin’ deep” you squealed out, his hand slipped from your belly bulge down towards your clit, the pad of his thumb rubbin’ lazy circles around your puffy bud.

you can feel it building, every little twitch, every flutter in your tummy, you can feel it, he can feel it as well, his own balls tightening at the mere feeling of you.

“fuckin’ take it — god your parents are gonna fuckin’ kill me —but I can’t s-stop”

your body melts into his, nails clawin’ into his skin, holding on for dear life, slick cunt dribbling down his cock slowly slicking his balls. every slurry word that left you slowly turned into nothing but sound, you couldn’t even form any coherent thought let alone sentences.

“look at y’fuckin’ your dads best friends cock on his couch..god you’re disgustin’”

“s-stop — you— you’re gross too” you choked out a cry, wobbly lip tuckin’ itself between your teeth.

“fuck — yes I am —“ he huffed, hips stutterin’ slightly. “yes I fuckin’ am baby — cmon bitch, soak Tojis cock — make a mess”

“ngh — m’close” eyes rolling back as the pressure in your lower tummy grew bigger, he groaned, the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, suckin’ him in tight had him right there with you.

and with one final kiss to your cervix your stomach tightens, eyes rollin’ as you feel the dam inside you finally break with a snap!

“g-god — m’cummin’” you cum with a loud scream, legs shaking as you gush around his cock, squirt splashin’ up against his thighs, drownin’ him. His hips keep pounding, cock still pummelin’ deep inside you.

“gonna fuckin’ fill this pussy up baby — ngh” he keened, shooting ropes of warm sticky cum into your droolin’ cunt. you cried out, the feeling of him filling you had your cunt clampin’ around him In frantic messy pulses.

your body fell limp against the sofa, chest heavin’ mouth partin’ in a small whine as you felt him pull his flaccid cum covered cock out of your weepin’ hole.

“keep this between us, yeah?”

the rest of the night was spent with his cum stuffed inside you, panties holdin’ it in whilst you ate dinner with him and your parents.

@killakuna do not plagiarize, do not feed my work into ai!

a/n: new account Guys!! @orgasmbunny

nerd!gojo and frat boy!geto are both enamored by you. you all share an economics class, a stupid credit that you all complain about. you see the two walk around on campus all the time and it surprised you seeing how well those two got along. once you learn more about them, it seemed that they both were the same, loud and arrogant, just hidden under the stress of college.

nerd!gojo and frat boy!geto never tended to go for the same girl. they didn't really share a type, so hooking up with girls wasn't an issue. until you came strolling into their life. "no, i should ask her out! i'm the one who she smiled at first," gojo argued, pushing his glasses up. geto's eyes narrowed, mocking gojo's motion. "do you fuckin' hear yourself? no, i'm asking her out, get over it."

nerd!gojo and frat boy!geto eventually talked things through and realized that everything could work out. these two definitely had feelings for each other, now it was getting you to join along.

nerd!gojo and frat boy!geto came on strong. you all were at a party on campus, enjoying a few drinks before they dove in for the kill. one stood in front of you while the other placed his broad hand on your ribs, pulling you close. you'd never admit it out loud, but this was something out of the constant wet dreams you'd have about these two. and fuck, was it fantastic to feel both of their cocks nudge against your body, already so desperate after a mere swirl of your hips.

nerd!gojo and frat boy!geto had you in the eiffel position in the upstairs bathroom. bass pounded, thrumming in your chest while you slobbered over gojo's cock, running your tongue over his thick vein. geto was hitting hard from behind, his hand striking your ass multiple times just to feel your wet pussy clench around his cock.

nerd!gojo and frat boy!geto shared a sloppy kiss while they went down on you, both of them lapping up suguru's cum from your cunt. their tongues gently flicked against your clit before their swollen lips met in the middle, alternating between sucking on each other's tongues and suckling on your swollen clit. you both guide their heads, bringing their swollen lips together in another messy kiss, watching geto's cum dribble down gojo's lips.

nerd!gojo and frat boy!geto ended up in your bed that night, all three of you squeezed tight. gojo half laid on you while geto spooned you, his arms wrapped tight around the both of you. they both sighed, more than content with this new little dynamic.

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he doesn’t even look at you when you climb into his lap. just spreads his legs a little wider on the couch, one arm slung over the backrest, the other lazily holding a beer. the glow of the tv flickers across his face—sharp jaw, bored eyes, the tiniest twitch of a smirk curling at his mouth.

you’re already bare. skin warm, flushed. you straddle him with your knees pressing into the cushions, desperate and needy and shameless, because he hasn’t touched you all night and you’re losing your mind over it.

he doesn’t even shift when you start grinding. slow at first. just little rocks of your hips, clit dragging over the thick bulge in his sweats. you can feel how big he is, even like this—hot and hard and completely off limits. he hasn’t said you could have it. hasn’t even acknowledged you.

but he feels the way your slick starts to smear through the fabric.

“mm,” he hums, eyes still on the tv, “you leaking already, baby?”

you whimper, arching your back, rutting harder now. it’s messy, frantic—your skin sticking to his, your tits bouncing, your thighs trembling with every push of your cunt against the heat of him. his sweats are getting wet. soaked. you see the dark spot blooming and it only makes you grind harder.

toji finally glances down. finally. and he laughs—mean. like he’s watching a dog humping someone’s leg.

“look at you,” he murmurs, hand finally dragging up your waist—slow and patronizing, palm heavy on your ribs. “so fuckin’ needy you’ll fuck anything. even my pants?”

you nod, lips parted, pupils blown wide. you can’t help it. it feels so good, the rough fabric dragging over your clit, the pressure of his cock just beneath it. you chase your high like it’s the only thing left on earth.

“you’re disgusting,” he breathes, mouth twitching with another cruel grin. “little perv. so fuckin’ cockdrunk you don’t even care if you get it, huh?”

he reaches down suddenly—palm between your thighs—and gives your cunt one hard, open-handed slap.

you cry out. not in pain. but in desperation. because even that felt good.

“go on then,” he mutters, eyes back on the tv like he couldn’t care less. “make a mess. not giving you shit until halftime anyway.”

boxer!toji didn't care for much. except for megumi and his next paycheck. for being a well known name underground, that didn't correlate to day to day life. getting by was hard, until you came along.

boxer!toji was baffled that you agreed to take him and megumi in. being roommates with someone like him couldn't have been ideal for you. and his past history being a tenant was not squeaky clean. especially when he literally got kicked to the curb for blood staining the carpet in the bedroom. but you didn't mind that. you saw a man who needed your help, so of course, you weren't going to refuse.

boxer!toji couldn't gather the courage (or the balls, as sukuna likes to say) to tell you the truth about his profession. underground boxing was dangerous and could get you hurt. could get megumi hurt. so, he didn't bother mentioning it, until it became unavoidable.

boxer!toji wanted to know you after a while. you never poked or prodded into his business, which he was grateful for, but you stayed on your side of the apartment. you cooked, you cleaned and always helped with megumi if need be. he couldn't deny, he was curious about you. wanted to know more.

boxer!toji counted his lucky stars when you started to show interest. funny, a guy like him could pull anyone. but you should have known better than to give some jerk like him the time of day. you did and he wasn't going to fuck it up.

boxer!toji had rough hands, calloused fingers that were so thick and filled you up perfectly. your cunt clamped down on his fingers, making him smirk while you writhed beneath him, soft whimpers slipping your kiss swollen lips.

boxer!toji wanted to cum deep inside your pussy after being in it for a few seconds. his tip twitched and he flashed his mind with past injuries to calm himself down. he was supposed to have the stamina of a horse, not cum like a teenage boy out of excitement.

boxer!toji was meannnn. legs hiked over those deliciously broad shoulders, toes curling while his fat cock split you open. he fucked you like he was angry, didn't want you to walk and remember just how he split you wide open. not that you were complaining.

boxer!toji, despite his mean demeanor in bed, held you close and kissed the back of your head, wondering when he can do this again. except this time a lil softer for his sweet girl.

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warnings: nsfw, (mdni), fem!reader, name calling (whoops), crude language, smut, piv

the music is loud. the drinks heavy poured. his glare way too fucking hard.

you stare back from across the packed apartment. hands curled around a sweating drink, back pressed against a window. gojo to the left of you, his lips latching on to your ear lobe after he whispered about the last time you he followed you out of a party.

you could barely really hear him, nor do you care to. you're too busy watching sukuna, watch you. his sits on a shoddy couch, thick thighs spread wide — as if he owns the place. his hands on the ass of a dark haired girl who is bending over to hand him something, his head moving to the side so that he can continue to stare at you.

you stretch a smug grin on your lips, bringing the cup to your lips to take a drink. his crimson eyes following every movement hungrily. the pretty girl who's ass was being groped by him, scrambles onto the couch next to him. her legs laying over his lap, her lips finding the side of his neck.

you're very aware that you and sukuna are the same person. just a person who loves sex, no matter who it may be with.