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Six years of friendship. Six years of knowing each other. Six years spent learning all about each other. Six years of being on and off. There was never a set relationship. No ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’ title. You knew better. He knew what he was doing. You couldn’t help yourself. You knew each other like the back of your hand. Six years went to waste.
Both of you were casually hanging out in his apartment. The living room dark and dim. Pine, sandalwood, and his natural musk filled the room. The stupid reality tv show abandoned on the screen. This was the norm. You’d come over. You’d lay in his bed or couch. You’d fuck then you’d stay. Maybe you would stay the night but sometimes you would drive home late at night. You were laying sideways on his couch while he was on the other end. His hand was on your feet, slightly massaging at the ball of your foot. Minute after minute, you two somehow managed to drift closer together. You yawned. He yawned. His eyes drooped and so did yours. The tv was off now, leaving the room in total silence and darkness.
"Tired?" his deep voice rang out, making you jump slightly. "Yeah." You reply, rubbing your eyes. "Cmon. Up." He says, standing. Cuddling was normal. Laying together, occasionally skin to skin. His body was warm. Always warm and you loved it. You adored it. You also hated it. You hated wanting him. You hated yearning for him. Your body ached for him and not just sexually. The two of you acted like a couple. His friends knew of you. Everyone knew of you. You felt like a girlfriend but you weren’t. That’s the hard truth. He was attractive. He knew that and so did everyone else. You were worried. We’re other girls flirting with him? Was he flirting back? Was he texting other girls? The possibilities were endless. It wrecked your mind. He gave reassurance. It was always the same thing. It was always, ‘I really like you’ or something along those lines.
It gave you hope. You held onto it tight. You should’ve seen the signs. Suguru’s hand tugs at yours, practically yanking you up to your feet. He dragged you down the hallway to his room, a route you’ve taken plenty of times before. The sight of his bed was suddenly making you sick. He could’ve been fucking other girls in it. The thought left your head when his voice rang out. “You good?” You shook your head yes, hair framing your face. He didn’t believe you. The look in his face said it all. Eventually you found yourself in his arms yet again. Completely bare.
His fingers traced your spine. The same fingers the touched you everywhere. Everywhere intimate. You gave him a lot of firsts. Your body, your soul, everything. It was if he was sensing your dilemma, his head perked up. “You’re stiff. What’s on your mind?” His voice was smooth. A bit raspy due to being sleepy. “Just tired I think.” You say, voice small. Smaller than you intended to be. He knew. He could tell. Suguru knew what he was doing. He was telling you all the things you wanted to hear. He tried to convince himself this was love. That he wanted you. Wanted this. He played it off, hugging you tighter and kissing your forehead like you meant the entire world to him. You caved. He knew you did. A sigh left your mouth before sitting up. “It’s late. I should go.” You say, starting to gather your clothes that were somehow scattered on the floor.
That was the last time you saw him. It’s been a month. He made up an excuse to not see you. You had your doubts yet still gave him the benefit of the doubt. You loved him. You thought he loved you. He was slipping. Suguru was slipping and getting away from you. You still texted every day. The calls that you frequently did started to decrease. Your hope began to plummet then he said all the right things to keep to close. One night he texted. He said he wanted to see you. That he still liked you. It was all you needed to hold on. You yearned for him so much that it physically hurt.
Then it all went to shit.
One morning you received a text.
Suguru
Hey. I can’t do this anymore. 10:32 am
You
Do what? 10:35 am
Suguru
This. Us. I’m not ready for a relationship. I’m sorry you deserve better 11:45 am
You
What? 11:50 am
Suguru please. 11:57 am
Why are you doing this? After everything? I gave you everything 12:05 am
The texted turned green. Everything was blocked. He was officially gone from your life. Disappeared from your life like nothing. This was easy for him. Way too easy. It was easy for him to come to you first. It was easy for him to take you on dates and treated you like a girlfriend. It was easy for him to engage in sexual acts with you and treat your body with care. It was easy for him to listen to your troubles. Listen to how you’ve been treated by past partners. He had done worse. Suguru Geto took everything from you. You’d never get it back. It was a loop. He kept you on a loop.
A/N: Enjoy the angst. I’m not sure if it was too good. This MAY or may not be based off a true story 🥸
No Ordinary Girl-Jujutsu KaisenxH20 Just Add Water
Toji Fushiguro x Black!Mermaid!Reader
Description- Based off the show H2O
Warnings- Explicit language, Toji (he’s a warning in itself)
Part 3
The back gate of Shoko's swung open. The collective gasps from both Geto and Gojo made your head whip around. "What the actual fu-" Gojo starts but never finished due to Geto smacking him straight in the gut. "You two can be shocked later. Get me the fuck out of here." Shoko says. "Why can't you help her?" Gojo asks, head tilted. "Because..." You start but stopped so you could sigh. You assumed Geto could sense your thoughts because his voice rang out before you could even answer Gojo's question. "You're one too?" You simply nod while gazing at the still shocked pair. "I don't think I signed up to be friends with fish." Gojo blatantly cuts in. "Do you think we asked for this?" You say, arms folded over your chest. "Can you two just get me out and we'll explain later?" Shoko asks, hand slapping against the water. Within ten minutes, Gojo and Geto successfully hoisted Shoko out of the water. Within the next five minutes, Shoko had dried completely.
"So, are you gonna spill? Why are you two...half fish?". Gojo eyed us up-close as if something changed within our human bodies too. With a shove, he was finally sat. "We're still wrapping our heads around it. I still really don't understand how this happened." You reply, legs crossed on the couch. "And she's leaving out the fact that this happened after our little side quest to that weird island." Shoko cuts in. Geto's eyes immediately lit up. "Island? Like Mako island?" He asks, body leaned in towards us now. You and Shoko nodded in sync. "What happened?" Geto questions. "Well, our lovely friend here, Shoko, decided it would be a good idea to steal Toji's speedboat." You start. Gojo's dramatic (as always) gasps rings out. "Toji? Like Toji Fushiguro? The one that y/n had a-" You interrupt Gojo with a sharp warning cough.
"Anyways, we got stranded but thankfully for us, there were oars in the boat. We paddle. Blah. Blah Blah. Timeskip to where we're exploring the island basically to find good signal. Shoko slipped into some opening. I followed in. There's a cave inside of the volcano, but it looks like a pool. The only way out was in the underwater opening. Before we were about to leave, the moon came over the cave then the water started sparkling then it stopped. Blah. Blah. Blah. We get saved. Now we're here. Half fish." You explain. Geto looks confused and Gojo looks like.... well, Gojo. "So... you stole Toji's speed boat. Why?" Gojo asks. "Out of the entire explanation, this is what you take away from it?" Shoko asked in an almost annoyed tone. "Hmm. that's odd. I'll look into it." Geto says. You were extremely grateful of Geto. He was very smart so you were sure that he could possibly understand how this happened. "Now that we're done with the fish talk, can we please go to that beach side party tonight?" Gojo basically begs. "Are you dumb? If Shoko or I touch water, we'll be fish." You retort, eyebrows pressed together. "It's more so at the Lobster Trap. Far enough from the water but y'know you can still come." The Lobster Trap. Gojo was right. It was far enough from the water but it's still risky. "I don't thin-" You start until Shoko cuts you off. "Hell yeah. Let's go."
Even after fighting with her for hours about going to The Lobster Trap, you were somehow there. You were in a simple white top with a pink hibiscus flower on it. Paired with the top was a pair of denim shorts. While walking around the semi packed bar, you were keeping mental notes of where you could possibly run to if water was to somehow spill on you. There were familiar faces like Uraume, who was in your Sociology class. Another was Nanami, you had known him since high school. Lastly, you caught sight of Toji and Sukuna. They were like a nightmare together. Your plan was to avoid him (obviously since you. Shoko) stole his speed boat. As you were about to retreat, his eyes met yours. You were fucked. His huge frame pushed through the crowd. You turned, trying to find your way out. Before you could take off, you felt a huge hand wrap rather harshly around your bicep. It was him. You knew it was him. You could smell the ridiculously expensive cologne filling your nostrils.
"Brave for showing your face in public after you stole my boat. My dad is fuckin' pissed." Toji's deep voice rang out. "How is that my fault? I didn't even steal it." You say, snatching your arm out of his tight grip. A scowl spread across his face. He was pissed. Sukuna, who was almost his twin or minion, had a matching expression on his face. "You fucked up my boat. You owe me." He says in a threatening way. "I don't owe you shit. I'm sure you can get a new boat if you ask your little daddy." You sneer. It was like smoke pouring out of Toji's ears. The tips of his ears were red. Definitely pissed. Before another probably not nice word could come out of his mouth, a drunk girl stumbled into you and Toji. Her drink tipped out of the glass she was holding and spilled right down your back. Since I got stumbled into, I was forcfully shoved into Toji's chest. "You two are suchhhh a cute couple!" The girl shrieked. You don't know if you should be shocked more about a liquid spilling onto you or the fact that this girl called you and your sworn enemy a 'cute couple'. You didn't bother sticking around to listen to his response. You shoved Toji aside, running off. Even though you had mentally taken note of different escapes, you were struggling. In a split moment, you found yourself running down to the beach and around a giant cliff.
𓇼You were a normal college student living a normal life by the beach. The island has secrets and now so do you. He had a reputation. Typical asshole with money. He was also nosy. Is your secret safe with him?
𓇼Warnings- Contains sexual themes, explicit language, Usage of drugs and alcohol. Slight slow burn. Enemies to Lovers. Angst.
It wasn't an official relationship. Not quite a situationship either. Everyone knew they were yours and everyone know you were theirs's. Satoru Gojo was your typical frat boy. Parties every weekend. Every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Ego was off the charts. His stupid smirk and sickening bright baby blue eyes. Everyone loved him. He was charming. Life of the party. Brightening every room he entered. Suguru Geto was almost opposite. He was quiet yet very popular. His purple eyes low and intimidating. He dressed well too. His smile was beautiful. It was something that made a person's heart melt when he smiled at you. He was humbler yet could party hard if he wanted. You on the other hand, you were the calm. With them two together, they were a storm. They needed you and you needed them. You made them calm, humble if anything. They gave you fun. Showing you off at every party. Allowing you to dance on tabletops drunk as hell without a care. People were jealous. Why wouldn't they be? You had 2 of the hottest and most popular frat boys in the palm of your hand. It was mainly girls who were jealous. They wanted them. They would do anything to get their hands on them.
It was your typical Friday night, yet another frat party at the house. You were tipsy, dancing with your best friend Shoko. The party lights were flashing, music bumping. The bass of the music pounded against your chest and rattled your bones. You had your eyes out for the pair. The two were posted at the makeshift bar in the kitchen, talking with other frat members. It was partially dark throughout the house, yet their gazes shifted, finding your eyes. They both nodded subtly, simply acknowledging you. You were about to nod back until you saw two of the well-known sorority girls approaching them. You squinted hard. The pair were... interesting to say the least. Typical sorority girl, one blonde. Pin straight hair. The other one was brunette. Both had tons of makeup caked on and the tiniest outfits on. Geto and Gojo didn't let their eyes wander. They knew better. The girls were throwing themselves on the boys. You didn't like it. Your stomach ached with jealousy. The girls touched their biceps like they owned the boys. You tore away from Shoko, walking up to the small group.
"Satoru. Suguru." Your voice cut out sharp. The boys stiffened. "Yes?" Satoru's voice rang in. His voice was teasing. He was teasing you. "I need to talk with you." You say while squinting. "About what sweetheart?" Suguru says, voice sweet as honey. It was taunting and you didn't like it one bit. "Who are you?" The blonde asks. "You know exactly who I am. You two. we're done here." You say sternly, already walking to the front door. Shoko attempted to stop you, but the feeling of jealousy bubbled though your entire body.
The car ride to the boy's apartment was silent. The eerie silence was so unsettling. You were sure the boys would be uncomfortable, perhaps turned on. The three of you entered the apartment. "This is bullshit. Making us miss a party." Gojo mumbles. "You host frat parties every weekend Satoru." You hissed. Geto was silent. Too silent to your liking. A beat of silence hung in the air before Geto finally decided to speak. "Never thought you were the jealous type." His voice was slick. Smooth as always and it pissed you off. Eventually, you had Gojo tied to a chair. He was bound by his hands and ankles. Tears streamed from his eyes when you turned up the intensity of the vibrator that was tied directly to the tip of his dick. "Please! I'm sorry!" A wail broke out. It was pathetic. He was pathetic. Annoyance filled through your body. Using your thumb, the intensity of the vibrator increased causing a yelp to rip through Gojo's throat. "You're fuckin' pathetic you know that?" Voice sharp and slightly cold. Your name slipped past Geto's mouth. "That's too muc-" The rest of his sentence didn't even finish with the way you cut him off. "Shut up and sit." You hissed. Geto took a seat on the edge of the bed almost immediately.
"I didn't even do anything! Please turn it off!" Gojo begged again. As much as you loved to hear him beg and plead, you didn't want to hear that right now. Your back turned to face Geto now. "Scoot back against the headboard." You speak. Geto's huge frame scooted back so that he was pressed right up against the bed's frame. Digging into the bedside table, you pulled out two pairs of fuzzy handcuffs. One was purple. That one was for Geto. The other pair was blue, clearly Gojo's. "Baby. Please not the cuffs." Geto's usual silky voice, now whiny. "You two were being bad boys." You say sternly, cuffing Geto's hands to the bedposts. "But we didn-" "You let those dirty sorority girls touch you. You didn't stop them." You cut them off. From behind your frame, you could hear Gojo crying and struggling in his seat. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please turn it off!" Gojo sobs. Facing him now, you give him a faux sweet smile. His eyes brightened like he had hope in them. The hope present in his eyes suddenly disappeared just as fast as it came. Your thumb slid up on the knob of the vibrator, turning it at whatever the maximum speed was. Gojo let out a choked gasp then a sob. Looking down between his shaky legs. His cock was twitching. The tip was an angry red, no longer the gentle pink that it normally was.
Your name tried to pass by his lips. He couldn't even form a singular word. Gojo's legs were trembling. Cock still twitching and his balls tight. "Please." The sob escaping his now pale lips. The corner of your lips twitched up almost like a cat. You leaned down, now eye level with the crying man. "Do you know why I'm doing this?" You whisper. Gojo nods immediately, voice now soft and not teasing like it was hours prior. "Because I'm a bad boy. Because I let them touch me." God, he was pathetic. Geto's eyes bore into your back. He knew he was next. You could sense his nervousness from here. Or was it fear? "And?". Gojo's bottom lip quivers as he watches you wait for him to answer his question. "And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He sobs. Your lips puckered then you smacked your teeth. Your hand reached out, turning the vibrator off. Gojo's body sunk in relief but yet his cock was still twitching. You untied him from the chair. Gojo's hands flew out to hold your waist. His face buried into your stomach. You reached down, hand wrapping around his wet cock. He was hard as a rock. Still sensitive. He twitched in your warm palm, hands tightening around your shirt. Your hand began to move. Up and down for a moment then started to twist. A small moan slipped past Gojo's lips.
You were about to continue until you remembered the other man in the room. Unwrapping yourself around Gojo, you slid next to Geto's side to uncuff him. "Chair." Tone sharp and stern. Geto got up and stripped of his clothing right then and there. He sat in the chair and put his hands behind him. He knew the drill. After all, this wasn't the first time that you had done this to them. You bounded Geto's arms, wrapping the vibrating wand right on his dick like you had done with Gojo. Geto was a bit bigger. By bigger, it's thick, maybe three more inches bigger than Gojo's. You wasted no time. Instead of easing into the intensity of the vibration, you turned it at the highest setting right away. A sharp gasp escaped Geto's lips followed by a cry of your name. "S'too much. Please. Too much." He whined. With a grin, you push Gojo over to the bed to finish him off. Gojo stumbled (obviously) onto the bed. You were seated right beside him, facing Geto who was on the chair. His cock was a pretty tan, tip turning pink. There were beads of precum slipping from the slit of his tip.
Geto was a tough man, but his face gave him away. He was physically trying to hold it together but the crinkle in his nose and the way he squinted made you see right through him. His pretty purple eyes were welling up with tears. He now wore a small pout on his lips. You turned your attention to Gojo who was now gazing up at you. Your hand resumed the slow pace on his dick. Gojo sucked in a sharp breath then moaned loudly. "I need to cum. Please? Will you let me cum?" He asked in the whiniest voice he could muster up. "I'll be good. I promise I'll be good." He continues. Your pace continued, this time a lot faster than before. The sound was slick. He had so much precum slipping from his tip and all over your hand. From the background, you could hear Geto's whines and moans followed by the loud buzz of the vibrator. Geto lowly moaned out your name about 6 times before your gaze snapped to meet his. "Please. I'm so sorry." Your eyes rolled in response, going back to focus of Gojo again.
The stroke of your hand moved as fast as you could go. Gojo arched, thrusting up into the palm of your hand. "So close. So close. Let me cum. Please let me cum." He breathed out. His chest was moving so fast, and he couldn't stop the pacing of his hips. With a nod of approval coming from you, Thick and hot ropes of cum littered across the back of your hand. The sounds leaving Gojo's lips were just as filthy. High pitched moans and babbling. His chest heaved as he finally settled down. Spurts of cum still escaped, landing onto his stomach. You unwrapped your hand from around his length, showing him your messy hand. "Suck." You say, hands closer to his now open mouth. Gojo's hot pink tongue wrapped around the lengths of your fingers before taking them all in his mouth.
As he sucked on your fingers, your gaze shifted to the sobbing Geto stilled tied to the chair. He was a little bit more obedient than Gojo was. He didn't cry, sob or beg loudly like Gojo did. "Please." His small voice rang out. You removed your clean fingers (with the help of Gojo) and stood. After shutting off the vibrator, you uncuffed Geto and brought him to the bed. Gojo was still laying there, half asleep. You hovered over Geto's body. His thick cock barley twitching against his abdomen. "I own you. You got that? I own the both of you." You address. The slurs of 'yes ma'am' left both of their lips at the same time. You stood, stripping yourself of your clothing slowly. The pair of frat boys watched. You hover over Geto's body once more, straddling him this time. "M'gonna use you and you're gonna take it, yes?" You ask. Geto nods eagerly. "Words. Use them. You hiss. "Yes. Yes, I'll take it." He replies quietly.
Your body sinks down, bare pussy dripping over his dick. You'd be lying if you said that torturing the both of them didn't turn you on. You sink down fully, making the length of his cock slip right between your folds. A small gasp escaped your lips at the contact. You were aching but you still needed to punish him. The slow and painful drag of your wet folds across Geto's dick made him want to cry. You were so soaked and warm. You could feel the prominent vein on the top of his cock dragging along with you. "Please. Need to feel you." Geto begged. The horny feeling in your body was taking over. You didn't know how long you could keep this dominant act up. Geto's gaze broke you a bit. His needy and glossy purple eyes bore into yours. Your hips lifted and you reached between your bodies to hold up his cock.
His tip grazed against your clit, making you gasp. Geto's breath hitches as the two of you meet eyes. Gojo was still there. Barley conscious but there. You sank down, the fat of Geto's cock splitting you in half. Loud moans filled the room, bouncing off each wall. The fat of your ass met with Geto's thick thighs as you bounced on him. His cock filled you perfectly. The wet sounds from your bodies took over the room. Let's not forget the whimpering coming from under you. "M'not gonna last long." Geto says, large hands digging into your hips. A small whimper left your mouth, bouncing faster. Geto wanted to test the waters, thrusting his hips up slowly. Once he heard the moan leave your lips, his pace increased. Both of your bodies were hitting each other in perfect tandem. The knot in your stomach coiled. "Suguru. Don't stop." You say, trying to keep up the fast pace. Geto's cock twitched against your walls, and you clenched in return. The sudden sensation of his hot cum spilling in your insides, made you squirt around his length. With a sigh, you flopped over to lay sandwiched between the pair. Both men, now exhausted, curled into you like two big babies. Cocks now soft and cum dried on their skins.
Maybe next time they'll understand that you're the jealous type.
A/N- This was my first time ever writing something like this, but I hope you enjoyed!
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Description- His fans of his stream liked you a little too much. He didn’t like that. You’re his remember?
Warnings- Explicit language, straight smut. Sukuna calls you a slut like once. AFAB reader.
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Wandering the kitchen, you could hear the violent sounds of gunfire and occasional grunts. You were in the middle of cutting fruit for a fruit bowl until a loud voice broke out. “Fuck!” A soft sigh escaped your oily lips. Setting down the sharp knife gently, your soft socked feet padded on the ground as you made your way to Sukuna’s room.
You and Sukuna had been roommates for about four years. Best friends for longer. You didn’t even bother to knock, slipping right into the door. You knew he was a twitch streamer but you didn’t really know his ‘schedule’. “Kuna, why are you screaming?” You asked, you hadn’t stepped not one foot into the door before his voice rang out. “What are you doing? I’m streaming. Also, quit callin me that.” “You’re yelling.” You replied plainly. He didn’t even say anything back. His hands skillfully moved across his keyboard, fingers also clicking on his mouse. “Don’t worry about who that is.” Sukuna says plainly. After about a minute of you standing in the doorway, arms crossed over your chest, he finally said something. Not to you but to his stream. “Fine. Hey, cmere they wanna see you.” Sukuna says, his eyes finally finding yours. “Me? Why?” You ask, arms unfolding. “They’re noisy as hell that’s why.” Sukuna responds. You press yourself off of the doorway, making your way to his chair. You crept up in the corner of the camera, not fully in it yet.
You could barely see the words on the screen. You scooted closer to Sukuna’s warm body. His cologne wasn’t strong, very subtle despite his appearance. His pink hair, eyebrow, and spider bite piercing shined from the brightness of the computer screen. “What do I do?” “What you always do. Talk.” You let out a slight huff, scooting in closer to him in order for the camera to capture your face. The chat on his right monitor blew up. Questions like, ‘Who is she?’,’Is that your gf?’, and much more. Some comments were…interesting to say the least. Writing that should be in some sort of erotic book.
“Fucks sake. I already regret this.” Sukuna mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose. You gave a small wave, voice silky as you spoke. “Hi guys. I’m Sukuna’s roommate and best friend.” The comments were in disbelief it seemed. ‘Best friend? No way he's just best friends with a hot chick like that.’. ‘You sure you two aren’t dating?’. ‘You two must be fucking there’s no way’.
“Okay yeah we’re done here.” Sukuna’s voice shot out, making you jump a bit. They complained. Something along the lines of ‘no she’s hot, have her stay.’ Or something much more vulgar than that. You stood up completely, the only thing in the camera that was visible was your stomach. Turning to the side, you took a peek at Sukuna’s seated form. His tongue was poking out. Something he did when he was either pissed or concentrated. You knew which one it was. He was pissed. You caught a glimpse of the shimmer in the middle of his tongue. How could you forget it? He dragged you along to get it done. Your head tilted, hair slipping off your shoulder a bit. “I’ll finish in a bit. It’s my turn to make dinner tonight.” Sukuna says plainly. You nodded. Saying nothing more, you backed out of the room. He was acting weird now. The tension in the room was so strong, you had no choice but to awkwardly leave the now silent room.
Sukuna didn’t bother to look at you. Was he upset at you? Or was it something else? Maybe his fans? You weren’t exactly sure. Hours passed—about two or three. The sounds of him streaming were at a minimum, eventually growing quiet. You had assumed that he was about to head to the kitchen to make dinner like he had asked but no. You jolted when three hard knocks hit your door. With no room to even utter the words ‘come in’, he already was through the door. The door closed with a soft click. “Thought you were making dinner?” You asked, looking in his direction and away from the tv. Silence. He was quiet, which was strange. You lifted an eyebrow, getting prepared to speak. The bed dipped. He was sitting now. He still looked pissed. “Stream was pissin me off. I didn’t like the way they were talking about you.” His voice was thick. Not just with anger but with annoyance. “What about me?” You ask, popping another piece of kiwi into your mouth. “Shit they shouldn’t be saying. It was filthy.” Sukuna mumbles. Before you could even respond, his large (and veiny) hand shot out. His hand grabbed the back of your neck, tugging your body into his and making you practically still full fruit bowl fall over. His lips smashed into yours. Despite his gruff behavior and looks, he tasted like strawberry. Your left hand flew out, gripping the back of his short hair on the nape of his neck. Your right hand slid up his big and buff tattooed bicep.
Sukuna let out a deep moan or maybe it was a growl. His hands slid down to grab the fat of your ass, pulling your body right on top of his meaty thighs. His hours in the gym really pulled off. His thighs were so meaty and just so thick that if you dragged your cunt over it, you’d get off. And you did. “I can feel you ya’know.” Sukuna states, his voice gruff with slight need. His voice and the flex of his thigh made you whimper softly. “Needy little thing. Getting off on my thigh. Go ahead, use me.” He says, big hands now wrapped around your waist. You tried to use his thighs. Really you did. You thought the muscle of his thigh would be enough to get you off but you were wrong so wrong. Your hips rolled over and over but still he couldn’t reach the spot you needed him in. “Kuna.” Your whiny voice dragged out. “What? Need more? My thigh ain’t getting you off enough slut?” Sukuna asks. His voice felt terrorizing, like he was taunting me. “Need me to touch you? Is that what that is?” You nodded profusely.
Sukuna didn’t tease you much. His big hand slid down, sliding under your silk pajama shorts and under your deep red laced panties. “So wet and messy. Did I turn you on this much?” Now he was teasing. His thick fingers skillfully teased at your now swollen clit. “Mmm Kuna.” You voice rang out, hips bucking against his hand. “You’re so wet for me. That feel good?” He asks and you nodded once more. “Yes. Need more Kuna.” You mumble, lips pressed into his ear. Sukuna groaned. You could feel his growing erection pressing into your ass. “Yeah? Need more? I’ll give you more you needy little thing.” He whispered. Sukuna pressed his middle and ring finger against your slick folds. The coolness of the ring on his middle finger made you jolt. He didn’t give you a chance to breathe before he slipped his two extremely thick fingers inside your sloppy wet cunt. You gasped out his name, fingers curling around his big bicep. Sukuna looked satisfied. Here you were, basically drunk over only two of his fingers. He pumped his fingers inside you, practically knuckle deep. Loud moans spewed from your puffy and glossy lips. Your hips bucked as you attempted to chase your high.
But he stopped. Sukuna slid his fingers right out. The whine that escaped your lips was so loud and so needy. “Pussy is dripping all over my fingers. Imagine how good you’d feel while taking my dick.” He says, voice deeper than before. Before you could even get another sound in, he stripped you of your shorts and shirt. He left you partially bare, only left in the deep crimson laced set you had on. A low groan escaped his lip. “Wearing red for me doll?” Sukuna asked, unclipping your bra and allowing your tits to spill out. “Such pretty tits.” Sukuna says, lips immediately sucking on your nipple. A moan left your lips as you slightly arched. Sukuna’s big hand reached down, ripping the laced panties off. “Sukuna! That was my favorite pair!” You yelled, sitting up on your elbows. “I’ll buy you one in every color. Lemme taste you.” He says, holding you open by your thighs. You sloppy cunt clenched around absolutely nothing. Sukuna couldn’t help himself, digging in straight away. You could feel the coolness of his tongue piercing every time he thrusted his touch inside. “Kuna!” You whined, head tossed back. “I know. I know. Relax. Lemme give you something better.” He says, sitting up on his knees. The man stripped off his shirt, revealing his toned and tan chest as well as his silver nipple piercings. This man was a slut. He looked like a slut. Your eyes trailed down to his happy trail. A thick line of pink (mixed in with some brown) hair disappeared down into his sweatpants.
Speaking of sweatpants, the bulge was staring right at you. His dick was big. You knew it and he definitely knew it. He slipped out of his sweats, leaving him in his grey boxers. A patch of pre-cum sitting right where his tip should be. Sukuna’s fingers hooked into his boxers, pulling them down. Your eyes never left him. His dick sprung out. It was bigger than you thought. Eyes bulging out of your head, you earned a deep chuckle from Sukuna. “What? Scared?” He teased. His dick had to have been at least 8 inches. Way too thick. There was a singular prominent vein on the underside of his shaft. He also had a small curve upwards. You were gonna die. “Open up for me yeah? Or do I have to do it myself?” Sukuna says, already holding your legs open. “That’s not gonna fit.” You say. “It can and it will.” Sukuna says, teasing your folds with the tip of his dick. Sukuna looked down at you, a silent way of asking for consent. You nodded. His dick probed at your sloppy hole before pushing in about 3 inches. A high pitched hiss spilled from your mouth and he paused. “This okay?” Sukuna asked surprisingly in a nice way. “Yeah.” With no other word coming from your mouth, he slid in all the way, bottoming out. A loud moan left the both of you. Sukuna gripped your hips, forehead on yours. “People on my stream were talking about how they wanted to fuck you.” Sukuna says after a beat of silence. “Didn’t like the thought of someone else’s dick in you.” He continues. “If you wanted me, you should’ve just said that.” You reply with a small laugh despite the situation.
“Shut up.” Sukuna grumbles, starting to thrust into you. His thrusts were rough and deep. His dick hit every single piece of you. “Pussy feels so good. You’re mine you hear me?” Sukuna says and you moan in response. “Say it. Say you’re mine now. Say you don’t want anyone else’s dick in you but mine.” He growls. “Yes Kuna! I’m yours.” You cry out, nails digging into his big biceps. A tight coil brewed in your lower stomach. You clenched tightly around Sukuna’s length. Sukuna hissed, burying his face in your neck and nipping at the flesh. “Fuck Don’t do that. Gonna make me cum.” He mumbles. His strong hands moving under you, cupping your ass so he could drive deeper into you. “Kuna. M’close.” You slur, basically drooling at this point. “Cum then. Lemme feel you.” He mutters, still thrusting just as hard when he started. You convulsed, clenching hard around his dick. The both of you felt a gush of liquid. Sukuna moaned deeply. “Fucking hell. Squirting for me now?” Squirt? You’ve never done that before.
You couldn’t give it too much thought. Not when his dick was hitting your cervix too good. “M’gonna cum. Where do you want me?” Sukuna pants, hovering over you. His dick throbbed with ever since thrust. “Inside.” You say. “Inside?” You nodded, hands in his pink hair. Sukuna moved, putting both legs over his shoulders, he wanted to fold you. Claim your insides and make you his. You could feel his balls throbbing against your ass. His soft pierced lips me yours as he spilled his thick and hot load into your gummy walls. His body slumped over yours, pressing a kiss to your temple.
His stream was still on. They heard everything through the thin walls. His viewers knew you were his now. Perhaps he did it on purpose.
An- I’ve been in such a huge writers block as well as being on vacation. This was actually my first time writing smut so don’t judge too hard lol. I have a frat boy Gojo and Geto x reader currently in the works! Enjoy!
Warnings- Explicit language, Toji (he’s a warning in itself)
Part Two
You swore your legs were tingling. Was it the water? Was it your imagination? You and Shoko watched as the full moon passed over the volcano opening. The glittering had stopped. So it was the moon.
“What was that?” Shoko asked. You didn’t know yourself. “I really don’t know. I’m not crazy. The water was glittery right?” You asked, voice somewhat shaky. “Yeah it was.” Shoko responded, voice just as shaky as yours. “We need to go. Like right now.” You state.
The swim was awful. From the pool to the surface, it was about a minute long swim. Your lungs burned, almost ready to give up at the point. You two broke the surface and a bright light shone on you two. It was the Coast Guard. The boat had been reported as stolen and Shoko. Suggested that was how they had found us.
That was yesterday. Today you were getting prepared for your usual bubble bath. The smell of lavender and a slight hint of eucalyptus hit your nostrils. One foot stepped in. Then the other. You sunk down into the hot water. At some point in time (quite literally ten seconds later) you started to feel weird.
You felt like water. Shit, you were water. Next thing you knew, your legs that were once hanging over the ledge, was replaced by a huge mermaid tail. It was a mix of red, white, and black. The pattern was similar to a koi fish. It was shocking. You genuinely didn’t know what to say or do at the moment. I tried to lift my tail. It was heavy but manageable. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” You muttered, trying to reach for your phone that was on the edge of the sink.
Your fingertips graze the edge of your phone before finally getting a hold of it. You immediately found Shoko’s contact but before you could even think to push the call button, she was already calling you.
“You’ll never believe what just happen-“ “I’m a fucking fish!” You exclaimed, not giving her an ounce to complete her sentence. “You’re a fish? I’m a fish!” Shoko exclaimed. “What happened to us? Why us?” You ask, running your hands through your braids. “Did you become water because I was literally water.” Shoko said. A long groan escaped as you unplugged the drain. “I don’t even know how to get my legs back.” You sigh once more. The towel by the floor got yanked up. You started vigorously rubbing the multicolored scales dry. A poof of glitter appeared and so did your legs. “If you get dry it’ll go away. Hey, where are you anyway?” You ask Shoko, hearing her rubbing against something. “In the pool in my backyard. I need help getting out. I’m heavy.” She replied.
You quickly put on the first items of clothing that you could find. “Give me like 5 minutes.” You say. You and Shoko were basically neighbors. She lived about a block away. You came out of your home, speedwalking over to Shoko’s. Slipping through her back door, she was spotted in the pool.
“Finally.” Shoko huffed, arms slung over the edge of the pool. “I don’t know how we’re going to do this. If I try to help you, I’ll turn too then the both of us will be stuck.” You say, trying to gauge your options. “Do we call for help?” Shoko asks. You stared at her as if she said the most offensive thing on earth.
You kiddin me? You’re like half fish-“ You start before getting cut off. “Mermaids. We’re mermaids.” Shoko interjects. “Mermaids. Yeah whatever. You think someone will come here and help? They’ll probably experiment on us. Hell, they might skin us or put us in a zoo.” You say, hands thrown up.
“What about Gojo?” She asked. “Gojo? Satoru Gojo? As in the man that’s known to not keep his mouth shut?” “Fair Point but who else can we turn to?” Shoko says in a defeated tone. “I'll call Gojo and Geto.” You say, picking up your phone to text the pair.
‘Shoko and I need your help and we don’t need you two to freak out.’
I figured I should’ve made an about me page by now so here we are :)
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My name is Jay!
I’m 22 years old
I live in Texas (BOOOOO)
Love love loveeee the ocean so be prepared to be sick of me with all my little ocean themed emoticons and such (pretty much my whole page)
I’ll probably write majority of stuff for Jujutsu Kaisen maybeee some Timeskip Haikyuu if i’m feeling silly. BUT requests are definitely available and I can perhaps make it happen :)
I haven’t published or wrote stories in such a long time so I have LOTS of work coming out because I’ve had so many ideas. So disregard me if i start pushing a whole bunch of stuff out :)
You weren’t quite sure how it happened. One moment you were a regular human being, next thing you know, you were stranded on a fucking island. You were with Shoko, a friend of yours since high school. She was feeling reckless for once, stealing our sworn enemy’s (Toji Fushiguro’s) boat. You supposed it was instant karma. The boat had stopped working. The both of you unfortunately had to use the spare oars to get your way to shore.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You said, arms folded over your chest as you looked around the island that looked damn near abandoned. “It’s not that bad-“ Shoko started before you held out your hand to stop her. “I don’t wanna hear it.” You muttered, pushing a few strands of your box braids over your shoulder. “Oh, come on! You act like I planned this.” Shoko replied. “You stole THE Toji Fushiguro’s boat. This is like instant karma.” You say, hands thrown up in the air. Toji had been a problem to say the least. A big douche bag to be honest. He came from a wealthy family. The Zenins were very well known. He had changed his last name to Fushiguro or whatever. But this was the least of your worries right now.
Shoko huffed in response. “We need to find a way out before it gets dark. We need to get to higher ground for a better signal.” You say, gazing around the island with your phone high in the air. The sun was beaming, darker skin shining under the rays. It was getting a lot less hotter due to the nighttime slowly rolling in. The both of you searched the island for about an hour for a signal. The sky was painted a pretty pink. The kind of pink that made you gag. You were so close to giving up until Shoko found a big rocky platform.
“Hey! I think I found something! AH!” She screamed before completely disappearing. You rushed over to the area where she fell. “Shoko?!” You yelled down the hole. “I’m fine! There’s a pool down here!” She exclaimed, voice echoing. “Should I come down or…” You start, rubbing the back of your neck. “Where else is there to go?” Shoko shouts back. You sighed and looked up at the sky with both hands on your hips.
She was right. There was nowhere else to go. We were so fucked. You looked around for a moment before squatting down and trying to slide softly down the rough tunnel made of dirt and rocks. The slide down was not soft at all. Quite the opposite. The rocks cut up your thighs and ankles and you tumbled down the entire way.
“Shit.” You mumbled, dust flying up. You got up to dust yourself off. “Shoko? Where did you go?” I call out, voice echoing. “Come around the corner!” She replied. You rounded the rock wall, fingers tracing the rough rock. Once rounded the corner, you stood still, shocked by what stood before you.
There was a giant circular pool. Almost looking man made if you squinted hard enough. Looking up, you could see the hole from the volcano. “It’s like a volcano pool.” Shoko said. You let out a deep hum, gazing at the sparkly pool. “There’s no other way out.” You say to Shoko, hearing her curse under her breath. “Hope you can hold your breath for a while.” She says. The two of you circled the pool before letting out a sigh. There really wasn’t another way out aside from the giant hole under the water.
The cave became dark. Somehow the pool still glowed. The both of you hopped in fully clothed. Before you even moved to get closer to the opening, the moon had shifted over the opening above. The bright and full moon creeped over the edge of the volcano opening. You were mesmerized. From the lack of talking from Shoko, you had assumed that she was mesmerized as well. Once the moon panned entirely over the opening. It was so big and so bright. The pool started to sparkle. Not like the sun hitting the water kind of sparkling but it seemed like glitter and it was circling the both of us. You and Shoko looked at each other in shock.
“What the actual fuck is happening.”
AN- I was thinking about H20 and thought about Riki and Zane’s dynamic. I thought Toji would’ve been perfect for it. More parts to come :)
Description- Toji's pretty noisy. Can you handle it?
Warnings- explicit language, slight nsfw, suggestive themes.
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You hated his stupid guts. Actually, you fucking hated his guts. Toji Fushiguro was a big, stupid, obnoxious, and insanely handsome man.
He was insufferable. You swore he did it on purpose. Toji brought home this woman almost every night. You knew it was the same girl based off of her stupidly annoying high pitched voice. “Right there, Toji! That feels so good, Toji!” Blah. Blah. Blah.
You weren’t jealous (Yes you were). The headboard pounded against the wall followed by his deep voice through the thin walls. His mouth. God his mouth was fucking filthy. Had you asked him to stop? Of course. Almost every night. He didn’t let up. Every time you had told him to keep it down; it always ended with a small smug smile. Followed by his raspy and somehow silky voice saying, “Oh c’mon sweetheart. Maybe you could join next time and maybe you’d complain less.” Oh, how you wish you could wipe that smug look off his face with your fist or perhaps the nice full set of lips on your face.
You worked from 5 am to 7 almost every day. You could never sleep because of him. How long was this going to go on? How much stamina did this man have? Maybe he’s really that good?
Tonight wasn’t any different. You were exhausted. You were…furious. Furious at him. Once parked in front of your apartment building, you marched right up those steps and pounded on his front door. About ten seconds later, the door swung open. He stood there in only a pair of grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. “Oh? Paying me a visit finally huh?“ He says, voice smug. He leaned against the frame of his doorway, his entire frame looming over you.
You’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t hot. That's beside the point. “You’re looking at me like you want me.” He says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m tired.” You mumble. “Are you here to yell at me again or are you here to finally get fucked sil-” Before he could even finish the vulgar sentence that was about to leave his lips, you raise your voice. “I’m tired of you. You can’t learn how to keep it down can you? Apparently, you can't even keep it in your pants for one fucking night.” He blinks. Once and then two more times. “If you wanted some, all you could’ve done was ask.” Toji replies with a smirk. “Do you think me or any of these other people want to hear you fucking every single night? It’s annoying. Every night it’s always, ‘Oh, yes Toji right there!’ I’m tired of it! I can’t fucking sleep! I can barely function at my shitty ass job because you can’t keep your dick in your fucking pants!”
You were shouting at this point. Tears brimming in the corners of your eyes. You didn’t care. Toji looked shocked and for some reason, pleased.Maybe a bit turned on but you couldn’t really tell. You noticed it right away. That same stupid smug look on his face. Your eyebrows scrunched in anger. You felt it bubbling deep inside you like a rough wave crashing on the shore.
“You’re so…” You start, not even sure what to say because you were so angry yet so attracted to the giant man standing in front of you. Maybe you were jealous of the girl that he was bringing home. And just maybe the majority of the issue was that he was being a dick. “I’m so what, sweet thing? Go on, finish your sentence pretty." His voice was smooth and that set you off. You didn’t think twice, you only moved. Your hands fly out, gripping his jaw and smashing your lips into his. It oddly felt right. Toji’s eyes widened in shock. He relaxed, large hands coming to hold your hips in place. He hummed into the kiss, tongue sticking out to try and part your lips. It was messy. It was hot and you fucking loved it.
“You know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” Toji asks, short of breath. You tilted your head. “What?” You ask. He doesn’t respond but he does kiss you again and you don’t question it. Deep down, you’ve always wanted it too. “Been trying to make you jealous. Been waiting for you to come over here and pound on my door.” “You have an issue.” You say. “Yeah well now I’m your issue sweet thing.” Toji replies, guiding you into his apartment by your lower back. You’d be the only one waking up and going to sleep in his bed from now on. And now you were definitely the loud voice that the neighbors heard through the walls.
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Description- You just really love coffee...or the person making it
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It started off as a cup of coffee. Coming in at 7:35 AM every morning before work religiously and 10:45 am every weekend. He noticed. He didn’t even need to ask what your order was. It was there, piping hot and fresh just for you. Occasionally he’d slip in a pastry or a breakfast taco. You didn’t know why he did it. Maybe you were oblivious. Small talk turned into longer talks. Longer talks turned into him coming to your usual table that overlooked the beach. “Why do you sit here so much?” He asked, chin resting on his palm. “The view…and you.” You replied calmly despite the butterflies erupting in your stomach. He didn’t say anything, but you knew. His large hand came down to cover your own. This coffee shop meant everything to the both of you. On a sunny Saturday morning, you sat in your usual spot. He was there too, hand toying with the small diamond ring on your finger. “I’m so glad you love coffee.”
⋆.˚ 𓇼 AN- Forgive me, it's been a WHILE since I've wrote. Thank you!
