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3 times Frat!Kuna clocks misogynistic fratboys
Summary: Dating a womenâs studies major has turned Sukuna into the frat houseâs most feared feminist. Now the frat boys canât make a sexist comment without getting a lecture, while you sit back and watch.
A/n: just fun lil thing i thought of :)
The frat house was unusually quiet, no music, no party, no sports discussions.
This was because Ryomen Sukuna was standing in the living room with his arms crossed, looking genuinely disappointed.
âDid you just call her a bitch?â
Satoru Gojo, halfway through stealing someoneâs energy drink from the fridge, blinked. âWhat?â
âYou called that girl a bitch.â
âShe literally stole my hoodie after our hookup,â he shrugged him off.
Sukuna pointed at him. âAnd? Speak like a man. Have some respect.â
The room went silent.
Satoru looked around. âDid anyone else hear that?â
âNo, seriously.â Sukuna continued. âYou donât get to call women bitches because youâre annoyed.â
Satoru stared. âWho are you?â
âMy girlfriend says thatâs misogynistic.â
âYour girlfriend also made you stop saying âfemales.ââ
âAnd she was right, itâs disrespectful. Some shit incels say.â
The entire frat house collectively recoiled.
Across the room, you sat on the couch, sipping an iced coffee and watching the chaos unfold. A smile on your face, because god were you enjoying this.
This was better than reality TV.
Satoru pointed at you. âYOU DID THIS.â
You raised your coffee in acknowledgment.âDamn right.â
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
The frat party was loud enough to shake the walls. Music blasted through the speakers.
Drinking games to your left, a fist fight to your right; and you were just observing from the kitchen.
And in the middle of it all, Toji was sprawled across the couch with a beer in hand.
His girlfriend was standing nearby talking to some friends when Toji waved his empty can in the air. âHey.â
She glanced over. âYeah?â
âGrab me another beer.â
A few people looked over.
She frowned. âWhat?â
âYou heard me.â Toji pointed toward the kitchen. âGet me another beer.â
Before she could argue, another voice cut through the room.
âNo.â
Toji closed his eyes. ââŠGod.â
Across the room, Sukuna was already walking over.
You perked up immediately, ready for your boyfriend to set Toji straight.
Sukuna stopped directly in front of Toji. âHell no.â
Toji looked exhausted. âNo what?â
âNo disrespecting your girl in front of me.â
A few people turned their attention to the potential altercation.
Toji rubbed his forehead. âI asked her to get me a beer.â
âYou ordered her.â
âItâs not that serious, right baby?â He said, trying to save his ass.
Sukuna crossed his arms. âIf you want a beer, use your legs, or ask nicely.â
Toji stared, âYou cannot be real.â
His girlfriend was already trying not to laugh.
Sukuna pointed toward the kitchen, âGo get your own drink.â
âOr what?â
The entire room collectively leaned forward.
Sukuna grinned. âOr Iâll disrespect your face by punching it.â
You giggled. Only Sukuna could point out misogyny while trying to solve the issue with violence.
A guy standing nearby immediately whispered, âThatâs the most Sukuna version of feminism Iâve ever heard.â
Toji looked around the room. Nobody was helping him. Not even a little, most probably in fear of Sukuna.
Finally, Toji sighed. âFine.â
Sukuna nodded. âGood choice.â
Toji turned toward his girlfriend. âSorry.â
She raised an eyebrow, suddenly she had more confidence than before. âSorry for what?â
Toji was clearly embarrassed now, âSorry for talking to you like that.â
âThank you.â
Sukuna gave an approving nod. âThere. Growth.â
âShut it,â he said staring down Sukuna. âYou know what? Iâm getting my own beer.â
As Toji disappeared into the kitchen, the room broke into applause.
His girlfriend laughed and shook her head.
Then she turned to Sukuna. âThanks.â
Sukuna shrugged. âDonât thank me.â
He pointed across the room toward you. âThank her.â
Everyone looked.
You were sitting comfortably on a stool in the kitchen; chin in hand, eating chips like youâd been watching a sporting event.
You gave a little wave.
âKunaâs a womenâs studies soldier ,â she said proudly. âI teach him everything I know.â
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
The fraternity and sorority had gathered in one room to brainstorm ideas for a charity fundraiser. People were throwing out suggestions.
Raffles. Bake sales. Auctions.
Then Satoru snapped his fingers. âI got it.â
Immediately, you looked concerned, because he never had good ideas.
âWe do a joint event with the sorority.â Satoru grinned. âThe girls wear maid outfits and serve drinks.â
The room erupted into approval.
âThatâs genius.â
âPeople would love that.â
âEasy money.â
Across the room, Sukuna slowly lowered the energy drink from his hand.
âInteresting.â
âNO,â Gojo yelled. âLet me have this one good idea,â he groans.
Sukuna stood. âLet me understand⊠the women wear maid costumes.â
âYeah.â
âAnd serve drinks.â
âYeah.â
âAnd what are the men doing?â
Toji shrugged. âWe could do some strength challenge.â
âWhat kind?â
âI donât know. Lifting something heavy.â Several people nodded.
âClassic.â Sukuna stared. Then looked at you, looking for approval to go on a rant.
Sukuna turned back to the room. âThe women get assigned a service role. The men get assigned a strength role.â
More silence.
âBased on gender.â
The room collectively sighed.
Sukuna pointed dramatically. âWhy.â
Satoru finally spoke. âBecause thatâs what people want.â
Sukuna gasped.
You smiled proudly at your boyfriend, waiting for him to call out their blatant sexism.
âPEOPLE EXPECT IT?â
âYeah?â
âSo weâre just reinforcing traditional gender roles for profit now?â
The room erupted.
âITâS A CHARITY EVENT.â
âYOUâRE MAKING IT SOUND EVIL.â
Sukuna ignored them. âMisogyny is evil.â He pointed toward the sorority members.
âWhy are they the ones serving drinks?â
One of the sorority girls raised her hand. âHonestly, I donât want to wear a maid costume.â
âTHANK YOU.â Sukuna was fully activated.
You were delighted to see how this was playing out.
âExplain to me,â Sukuna continued, âwhy the men canât wear maid costumes and serve drinks.â
The room went dead silent, and you almost spit out your drink.
Toji blinked.
Satoru blinked.
The sorority sisters were stunned. âWhat?â
âThe men.â Sukuna spread his arms.
âNo.â
âWhy not?â
The room burst into laughter.
âIf serving drinks is easy money, then congratulations.â He slapped the table.
âThe fraternity is serving drinks.â
The sorority girls immediately started cheering.
âYES.â
âMAKE THEM DO IT.â
Toji looked horrified. âAbsolutely not, Iâm not wearing a maid outfit.â
Sukuna leaned forward. âFragile, typical response from men. Toxic masculinity, machismo, societal expectations.â He says pointing a finger at different men around the room.
You had your face in your hands, trying to hide your laughter. You had to show support for your boyfriend, but couldnât handle him naming every term he could think of.
Sukuna pointed around the room. âIf the costumes arenât degrading, wear them.â
Silence.
The sorority girls were having the time of their lives. One of them pulled out her phone. âIâm ordering maid costumes right now.â
The fraternity erupted in panic.
âSTOP HER.â
âWE CAN STILL NEGOTIATE.â
ââ-
Two weeks later, the fundraiser ended up being the most successful event in frat history.
Mostly because nobody could resist paying money to watch a group of deeply embarrassed frat bros serve spiked lemonade in maid outfits.
Toji looked dead inside.
Satoru refused to make eye contact with anyone.
Meanwhile Sukuna carried a tray through the crowd completely unbothered.
His maid outfit fit surprisingly well, as he served you a drink.
Across the lawn, Satoru was being forced to say âWelcome home, masterâ for a twenty-dollar donation.
The sorority was making a fortune.
Sukuna took one look at the donation total and smiled. âLook how good weâve done so far,â he said enthusiastically.
âIâm so proud of you,â you said before leaning in for a kiss.
âBy the way, I think you should bring home this costume when youâre done here,â you said; snapping the thigh high sock on Sukunaâs thigh.
âWhatever you want baby,â he winked.
Dividers by: @cursed-carmine
funniest and realest fic ive read in a whileđ„č
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nah, he'd win!
a collection of my green-flag gojo fics where all he wants to be is yours!
ac: @hunnismokah sparkle div cr: @pixopix second div cr: @tsumiinum
Êâáą. .áąâÉ true love waits starring NERD!GOJO
êšïž what's mine is yours + what's yours is mine starring BODYSWAPPED!GOJO
Êâáą. .áąâÉ sunday morning starring FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS!GOJO
êšïž get stuffed! starring TEACHER!GOJO
Êâáą. .áąâÉ snapshots starring CHILDHOOD FRIENDS-TO-LOVERS!GOJO
êšïž marriage material starring BOYFRIEND!GOJO
Êâáą. .áąâÉ snowed in starring YETI!GOJO
êšïž cotton candy starring BOYFRIEND!GOJO
Êâáą. .áąâÉ camgirl starring ROOMMATEGOJO
êšïž break starring EX-HUSBAND!GOJO
Êâáą. .áąâÉ second base starring VIRGIN!GOJO
êšïž the king's cock crown starring EMPEROR!GOJO
Êâáą. .áąâÉ chew toy starring DOG HYBRID!GOJO
êšïž slimed! starring SLIME!GOJO
Êâáą. .áąâÉ the aliens are cumming + four dicks, one human starring ALIEN!GOJO
êšïž dorky guys finish first starring NERD!GOJO
Êâáą. .áąâÉ gift wrapped starring BOYFRIEND!GOJO
êšïž no. one party anthem starring ROCKSTAR!GOJO
Êâáą. .áąâÉ cut your heart in half starring MAGICIAN!GOJO
êšïž sperm donor of the year starring BEST FRIEND!GOJO
Êâáą. .áąâÉ coupled up starring YEARING!GOJO
êšïž cat-fished starring SNOW LEOPARD HYBRID!GOJO
izuku letting katsuki fuck his girlfriend â.á mdni á threesome, unprotected p in v, creampie, brief cum play, lots of praise from izuku in the cuck chair
your cheek's pressed into the sheets, hands fisting in the fabric as katsuki fucks into you from behind. low grunts under his breath, jaw tight, pace relentless. his hands are rough on your hips, dragging you back into each thrust, hard enough so you feel every inch, every grind, every low, deep press of his cock as he fucks into that same aching spot over and over again.
izuku's curled close, lying on his side just... watching. one hand resting light on your thigh, the other tucked under his head, soft eyes flicking between your face and down to where katsuki's cock keeps disappearing into you.
"you're taking him so well," he murmurs, thumb brushing a little higher, just grazing the edge of your ass, the curve of your hip. his voice is soft, too soft for how filthy it makes you feel. "look at you, angel... you're so full, he's stretching you out so pretty."
you nod meekly, eyes glinting as a sharp gasp slips past your lips when katsuki fucks into you harder, as if he's punishing you for forgetting who's inside you.
izuku hums, dark eyes flicking to katsuki's before returning to yours, smiling. "i know, sweetheart... it's too much, huh?"
katsuki growls low behind you. a quiet, "shut the fuck up," as he slides a hand up to the back of your neck, palm warm against your skin as he presses in so deep you let out a choked, ahâ katsuki
"that's it," izuku coos, completely unfazed. "just breathe through it. you're doing so good."
his hand smooths up your back, soothing and warm like he's trying to calm you down while he let's katsuki fuck you stupid right in front of him. like he's not hard under his sweats, cock pressed tight, precum spotting the fabric as he bites the inside of his cheek every time you moan.
"he's so mean, isn't he?" izuku murmurs, low near your ear. "but he always gives you exactly what you need. you should say thank you, baby," he encourages, lips pressing to the side of your neck. "go on, tell kacchan how thankful you are."

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GIRLS LIKE GIRLS!
well, toru likes you! and who doesn't love toru?
synopsis: you've spent years being bullied by the pretty, white-haired princess the rest of your boarding school adores. who would have thought that whole time she was secretly crushing on you? or catfishing you?
pairing: yandere fem!gojo x loser!reader
wc: 7.1k
content: mdni, angst and smut mostly, DUBCON, fem!gojo referred to as toru, basically k-drama style bullying lmfao, catfishing, fem!toru roping suguru into her schemes to catfish reader, sending risque photos and videos, pining, obsession, stalking, isolation, fem!toru is down so bad it's FILTHY, betrayal, emotional hurt, reader lowk about to have a mental breakdown, fem!toru is delusional and in love, confessions, sorta blackmail, conflicting feelings, hotel room hookup, kissing, groping, fingering, degradation, fem!toru is GETTING her wife girlfriend
a/n: art by @/rezijellyfish !! this was a commission for my sweet angel @sadlittlecucumber !!
âAre you staring at my tits?âÂ
You werenât. Seriously. But when she was dramatically huffing and bouncing like that, your stare did flicker down for a fraction of a second and that was enough to secure a haughty scoff from your tormenter.Â
âGod, do you ever stop checking me out?â Toru haughtily huffed at you, the edge of a freshly manicured nail scraping against your chin as she forced your head up. Careful not to let her fingers actually touch you, as if you had some disgusting disease she could touch if your skin brushed against yours. âMy eyes are up here.âÂ
Painfully blue. So intense they seemed to sear through you, shrink you down into something small enough for her to pick up and play with like a toy she enjoyed torturing.Â
Staring at you like you were something to devour.Â
From the very first day you started at this stupid all-girls school and had the misfortune of accidentally dropping one of your bags on her foot in the hallway while you moved into your dorm, she had decided you were the object of her animosity.Â
And despite how much time had passed, how many times you tried to clear the air and stay as fucking far as possible from her, she always seemed to find and remind you of just how much power she had here. Over you. Â
âIâm just trying to go back to my dorm,â you muttered, averting your stare as you stepped back, attempting to walk around her â and through the forming crowd of gossiping onlookers eager for some fresh rumor to sink their teeth into.Â
Toru would be happy to give it to them.Â
Tossing her soft, white hair over her shoulder, loose waves bouncing as she haughtily laughed and looked back at all the people surrounding the two of you. Any one of them ready and willing to support her when you were standing there practically as proof of what happened when you pissed her off.Â
âWhat? Sneak any shots up my skirt today to add to your perverted shrine?â She accused, your face flushing at the absurd insinuation.Â
Despite her frequent assertions otherwise, you were neither a lesbian nor hopelessly in love with her.Â
Her ego was just so huge, it was probably just inconceivable to her that someone could exist without wanting her.Â
Why do toxic fanfics keep popping up on my fyp, like no I don't want Gojo cheating on me, fucking me as an apology and me actually FORGIVING him???. I need a man who is OBSESSED with me and wouldn't even think of looking at another woman. The only fanfics that truly still my hunger are yander fics.
yandere satoru can only relax when he's with his pretty nonsorcerer victim darling <3
cw yandere, implied kidnapping, forced relationships, face sitting, overstimulation, cunnnilingus, daddy kink
Satoru really struggles with relaxing.
Maybe it's something that comes with the territory of carrying a burden like his. He can perceive everything, all the way down to the subatomic particles in the air surrounding him. That's the hallmark of Infinity--nothing touches him or even truly anyone else when you truly think about it. The electromagnetic fields surrounding him and everyone else acts as a sort of cushion. His Infinity is essentially the tiny little fraction of a nanometer away from the object or person attempting to touch him. It's not truly magic. (Okay, it is but physics and magic can coexist as well as work together, alright?)
Processing every little bit of information at all times can be more than burdensome. Having to be that kind of invincible in the small world of jujutsu (and something unheard of in the world of mere mortals) can do more than take a toll on his mental and physical fortitude, and the only escape he's found is, to put it plainly, having you crush his face between your thighs for practically hours.
He has claimed in passing before how you have been the only thing to help him create some temporary mental block because here, it's like all of that becomes background noise and he can just focus on you. Everything about a world that you have nothing to do with helps him out for some reason. It reminds him that a world that doesn't really 'need' him like that exists.
He can just, sort of be. And he wants to just be, with you.
He expects you to find it flattering. Maybe you would have, had this been a normal development, but how are you supposed to react to that?
It's not like you have a say in it a lot of the time.
He can hold you down with forces your ungifted eyes can't perceive like his can, and you just have to wave that little white flag while his messy tongue laves between your folds and massages your clit while attempting to quell the storm in his head. It's stuff you can never hope to fathom, so you don't try to.
That, and there's no reason to sympathize with someone who plucked you from the streets as a pretty prize for him after an 'especially trying mission' or something. Before this, you were nothing more than just someone trying to get by comfortably in life, and now that's not even in the cards for you anymore...
By the nth orgasm he's wrung out of you (you gave up keeping count after hour 3), he's drenched in a combination of your slick and his sweat, his bangs clinging to his forehead but his tongue doesn't cease its ministrations on your poor, poor abused pussy, already so oversensitive and throbbing.
You struggle to scurry away, efforts practically futile since that invisible force is still holding you down. And Satoru glances up with you through almost uncannily glowing sky blue eyes.
"It hasn't even been that long, Princess," he purrs, kissing between your thighs already littered with little bite marks and bruises. "You've got nothing else to worry about right now while I'm here."
Your legs shake above him, and you manage a low whimper. "It's already t-too much, Daddy..."
"You can handle it," he promises, "Now let Daddy relax and stop fussing."
"love, no... don't go," nanami rasped, voice low still laced with sleep. his breath tickled the back of your neck as he spoke. the hold of his hand around your waist was somehow tighter, even after when you thought you couldn't possibly get any closer than this; your back on his chest without any space in between.
"let me gooo, i want to make my coffee," you whined softly, the tone made it apparent that you couldn't hold a smile at the sight of your usual collected man being so clingy. provoking him further, you once more tried to release the grasp of his hand on your stomach. the man responded with a disapproving grunt, the vibration from his lips against your skin made you shiver.
"stay, please. i'll make it for you later," he pleaded, trailing lazy kisses along your shoulder blade in hope to get you stay in bed, going as far as bringing his leg over both of yours, practically keeping you in his embrace. you chuckled.
"but i want it now," you replied, yet despite those words you couldn't help but put your hand on his cheek, seeing how the blond nuzzled closer to it, chasing the contact like a cat basking under the attention.
"not yet," he murmured, doubling down by gently turning you over, bringing you closer as you rested your head on his chest. you caved under his relentless touch, both his arms folded snugly behind your back. nanami wore a satisfied smile, like he just achieved something great. "i need another hour of this. of you."
"didn't know i'll be held hostage in some mornings when i went into this marriage," you teased, the comfort of his warm hug made you abandon the scheme you never planned to follow through. your fingers made their way to draw random patterns on the navy shirt he was wearing.
he caught your digits, planting a soft kiss at the back of your hand, "and you promised to accept me as i am in your vow, so i'm afraid you'll have to put up with this for the rest of your life."
you laughed.
oh you will. and very happily.
caleb being obsessed with how her pussy stretches over the thick, relentless shape of his cock.
he pushes it in midway, only to pull it out again to feel that tight ring pop around his fat tip. it makes his balls tighten and his shaft pump with blood, soft groans croaking from him each time he feels her swallow him in. heâs terribly fond of seeing her legs spread impossibly wide for him, calves folded onto the back of her thighs. heâll smirk, muttering âyouâd stay like this forever for me, wouldnât you? just a pretty little hole for your brother to stick his dick into whenever he needs to get offâŠâ and sheâs just sobbing as he begins to pound into her ruthlessly, ashamed but still screaming out his name, chanting for him to keep going, âplease donât stop!â and trust, he wonât. he doesnât have to say it. sheâs always been his to take, to consume. heâll make sure of it, dumping his fat load over and over inside of her until he no longer can.
bonus: each time he creampies her, he pulls out to hear that pretty pussy release his cock, inspecting his work and demanding her to push so he can watch it dribble out. heâll give it a sloppy kiss so he can taste himself, then smack her on the ass before shoving himself back in without warning and continuing his slaughterâŠ

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riding your boyfriend satoru for the first time (o^^o)
you're already halfway down when you realize you might have bitten off more than you can handle.
satoru's cock stretches you open inch by inch, and even with all the prepâhis fingers, his mouth, the way he worked you open on the bed of his dorm room until you were dripping and beggingâit's still a lot. he's big. you knew that from the way he'd felt against your thigh, from the way he'd groaned when you'd wrapped your hand around him earlier. knowing and feeling are two very different things.
"easy," he murmurs, and his voice is lower than usual, rougher. his hands are on your hips, thumbs pressing into the jut of bone there, but he's not guiding you. he's holding you steady. letting you set the pace. "easy, sweetheart. breathe for me."
you do. shaky inhale through your nose, slow exhale through parted lips. your thighs are trembling where they're bracketing his hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. he's propped up against the headboard, shirt long since discarded, hair a mess of white silk falling into his eyes.
he looks wrecked already, and you've barely started.
"that's it," he says, and there's a strain in his voice that wasn't there before, a tightness around the edges. "you're doing so good. justâtake your time."
you sink lower. another inch. the sensation is overwhelmingâfull, hot, stretching you in a way that borders on too much. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents in his skin. he hisses, but it's not from pain.
"fuck," he breathes, head falling back against the headboard. "fuck, you're tight."
you pause, breath catching. "is that bad?"
"no." he laughs, but it comes out strangled. "no, it's not bad. it'sâ" he grits his teeth, jaw working. "it's a lot. in a good way. keep going."
you push down further, and finally, finally, you're seated fully in his lap. his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, and you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you stay still for a moment, just breathing, just feeling.
Water biscuits
âtell me something pretty about yourself.â
toji fushiguro has your body naked in front of the mirror and his warm hands groping your hips. he lets his pinky slide up your puffy, wet slitâjust a graze, just over your clitâand he doesnât let your eyes leave the mirror as he draws back his pinky dripping with your slick.
âgo on, princess,â he rasps into your neck. âmâlistening.â
but heâs not just listening. your boyfriend is still in his boxersâunfair, really, because youâre clad in nothing & the room is too warm & your thighs are trembling from both the heat and the pressure. he wraps himself around you and slides his hands up to your tits. he gropes your breast once and lets his hands fall away.
your mouth dries. âi canât.â
but your hips are bucking into him. rolling against his clothed cockhead as your pussy drools from the anticipation. toji laughs, chest warm against your back as he pinches your clit, forcing your hips to stutter & a whine to leave your lips. âyâgot a pretty mouth, dollface. wanna hear you use it.â
in the mirror your thighs are still aching, chest heaving, and toji fushiguro has slipped his cock out of his shorts. youâre not sure you heard his waistband snap but his cock is there, flushed and swollen and dripping with precum.
"you see that ?" he murmurs, breath hot against your neck as he pumps himself in his fist all heavy & slow. "see what you do to me, sweetheart? standing there all pretty and wet?â
he lets the soaked head tap against your assâonce, twiceâbefore dragging it lower between your thighs, letting it slip through your slick folds without pushing inside. your pussy flutters at the teasing, & toji watches your chest heave in the mirror through bleary eyes.
"you want this?" he murmurs, cockhead nudging your throbbing folds from behind. "want my cock in this pussy, baby?â he lets his precum smear over the folds. âstart talking.â
you swallow, eyes glazed with lust and hips stuttering as you force the courage to speak. âiâŠi have nice tits.â
âbreasts,â toji growls into your neck. âbreasts, dollface. say it properly.â
I like smut as much as the next person but yall aren't even trying to write anymore. All fanfic on here is just 300 words of sex and then just tagging any character you think fits.
No tropes
No storyline
No arcs
GET READY WITH ME â¶ FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI
ââ â¶ before you read: 1.4k words ; female reader ; established relationship ; very unserious influencer reader ; pro hero katsuki ; fluff and banter ; masterlist.
based on this post and amiraâs hilarious comment
âGet ready with me to dump my pro hero boyfriend!â
You grin into your phone camera as you prop it up against a bottle of moisturizer on the bathroom counter. Beside you, Katsuki is brushing his teeth. The brushing immediately stops. You watch as his eyes narrow at you through the mirror, stifling a giggle.
âThe fuck did you just say?â
You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. âHi, guys!â you continue cheerfully, waving at the camera. âToday Iâm getting ready to break up with my pro hero boyfriend. Some of you might know him as Dynamightââ
âIs this some bullshit new trend online?â He crosses his arms, toothbrush hanging in his mouth as he looks at you unamused.
ââwho Iâm leaving because, unfortunately, heâs become a huge burden in my life, and I need to cut him loose.â
The toothbrush leaves his mouth, falling into the sink as he gapes, âWhat?â
You reach for a makeup sponge. âNormally, I would start with skincare, but he buys me the expensive stuff, and since Iâm dumping him and wonât have his wallet anymore, I have to make it last. Canât be wasting it on him, you know?â

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ê° đ mdni. kirishima wonât let his shy girl look away during missionary. . . ê± âžâž .á
kirishima wonât let you look away, tangled within his muscular frame, all sweaty limbs and breathless gasps wrapped up in pure ecstasy. his body hovers above yours, casting shadows in the dim light spilling through the loose curtains and cool evening air. the sweet smell of vanilla wafts through the room, soft ribbons of smoke curling lazily from the incense he had lit only moments prior.
kirishima always makes sure the moment is sensual, wrapped in a lovesick hazeâheâs a very romantic man at heart. and he holds yours with large, calloused hands adorned with various scars that trail up his arms, across his back, and toward his chest like inked medals, tributes to his life as a heroâa man very much capable of violence, yet all soft lips and hushed reassurance when heâs buried beneath the covers with you. his favorite place, he thinks. tucked away with you, lapping at your spoils, while you squirm beneath him, all pretty whimpers and trembling limbs.
the head of his cock traces your slick folds slowly, your pussy aching for his girth to finally stuff your needy hole full. his voice is low, a rasp that settles warm against your skin. youâre feverish underneath him, body practically molded to his, the way he keeps you close. voice rough yet it holds a softness reserved only for you, heâs demanding tooâevery time you squirm or let your gaze drift to the ceiling, nerves curling tight in your chest during this intimate, overwhelming moment.
âlook at me.â he says it like a mantra with such authority that it only makes the wetness between your thighs pool further, the ache inside you growing louder. you shake your head weakly, but his cock pushes through your entrance now, your hole greedily welcoming him, swallowing him down to the base. heâs warm inside you, full in a way that sends a rushing sensation rushing through your body. you need him to move, need him to fuck you dizzy.
âmphm, kiri i need you to moââ
he thrusts once, rutting his hips into you slowlyâjust enough to graze your sweet spot, sending a rush of white-hot pleasure through your body, before stilling almost immediately.
âlike that?â he asks, voice strained, and you can tell itâs taking everything in him not to keep going.
his grin is wild, sharp, shark-like teeth glinting as the edges of his lips curl cruelly. he waits, blood-red eyes fixed on you, and even through the haze of lust you can feel the weight of his stare.
heâs waiting for you to cave.
you know he wonât give in until you look at him.
despite the urge to curl away and hide, you slowly turn, your eyes catching the velvet softness hidden within his stare. your heartâthe very organ tasked with keeping you aliveâbeats so rapidly you fear it may give one final pump and finally surrender as you weakly meet his devoted gaze.
his soul seems to brim in the irises of his eyes, to spill from the pads of his fingertipsâthe same ones that catch your jaw the moment you falter and turn away again, burying yourself in the plush pillow where the faint scent of lilies lingers in the fabric from the detergent youâd washed it with.
his touch is warm as he cups your jaw, fingers pressing gently into your skin, thumb tracing idly over the softness of your bottom lip.
âlook at me, i wanna see that pretty face.â
your cheeks bloom a deep red under his honeyed words. âshut up, youâre so dumb,â you mutter, completely flustered, shoving his hand awayâbut it only makes him chuckle. his face drops into the crook of your shoulder, deep crimson locks spilling forward, bangs falling into his eyes before he brushes them aside. he looks slightly disheveled, completely open for you.
his thumb presses against your lips before slipping past them, kneading gently at your gums as a boyish grin spreads across his face. âyouâre so cute. you have no reason to be shy, baby⊠just keep looking at me, hm?â he murmurs. when he pulls his thumb free, saliva glistens along the pad of it. you bite down lightly, leaving behind faint marks from your teeth.
âshe bites,â he says, something wild flickering across his expression.
his hands find yours, fingers interlacing as he pins them above your head, hips rocking into you with a steady, building rhythm. your eyes stay locked on him, both of you slick with heat, the sounds of him filling you echoing in the tight space between you. his thrusts turn fast, erraticâuntil he slows just enough to drag against your g-spot, chasing the way your breath stutters at the curve of him.
his forehead falls against yours, maroon strands spilling around you both like a curtain shielding you from the world outside your windows. one hand slips free to cup your face, thumb tracing soft circles into your skin. kirishimaâs lips find yours again, his tongue brushing along the seam of your mouth, askingâbefore taking. you melt into him, breaths tangled, shared, stolen, given back all at once, inhaling each otherâs oxygen, greedily consuming it. a perfect depiction of love.
his other hand leaves yours, drifting lower, finding the swollen bud of your clit. he rubs slow, light circlesâbarely thereâbut paired with the heat of his mouth, the wet press of his tongue, and the steady thrust of his cock, itâs enough to make your thighs shake. he smells like warm cedarwood and clean soap, layered with something faintly musky and lived-in, like heâs just stepped out of training, and it clings to him in a way thatâs completely intoxicatingâyouâre drunk off his scent.
his movements falter just slightly, hips stuttering as your body tightens around him, pulsing.
âfuckâŠâ he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at you. âsheâs gripping me.â
his forehead presses harder to yours, almost too much. âyou feel so good⊠look so pretty when you finish on my cock, my sweet baby,â he coos.
your nails dig into his broad back, crescent marks forming as you cling to him.
âgonna spill,â he mutters under his breath.
you wrap your legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, refusing to let go. he glances down at you, breath catching, a half-laugh breaking free.
âyouâre sure you donât want me to puââ
you only tighten your hold, thighs squeezing his torso.
he laughs, breathless, grin sharp and besotted with fondness, âgreedy girl.â
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