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helping toji work out always gets a little distracting. . .
“c’mon, you gotta count, doll.”
toji’s lying flat on the floor, hands behind his head as he starts another set of crunches. you’re sitting comfortably on his hips to keep him in place, but you’re clearly not taking your job very seriously.
every time he sits up, instead of calling out the next number, you lean in and give him a quick kiss.
“that was… um…” you mumble, tapping your chin like you’re actually thinking. “three? no… wait— four?”
he comes up again— another kiss.
“you forgot already?” he says, clicking his tongue after.
“…maybe.”
another crunch. another kiss.
he smirks, finally catching on.
“you’re not even trying to help me work out here.”
“i am!”
“nice try.” he raises a brow. “you’ve had me on the same rep for two minutes.”
you try your hardest to look innocent, but the smile on your face gives you away.
“i just keep losing count..”
“mhm.”
he comes up again, stopping just inches from your face before you can steal another kiss.
“if you want a kiss,” he says, that smug grin spreading further across his face, “you just ask, hm?”
“but this is more fun..” you pout.
he sighs, but one hand settles on your waist.
“fine.”
this time, he leans in first, stealing a kiss before dropping back down.
“…now count for real.”
“one..” you start counting again.
he sits up again— you kiss him.
“…one,” you repeat.
toji just looks at you for a second before letting out a laugh.
Synopsis. “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.”
Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader, Geto Suguru x Reader, Fushiguro Toji x Reader, brief Nanami x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, fratboy! JJK men, gangbang, frat sweetheart! reader, cumplay, choking, oral (male + female), anal, double penetration, cunnilingus, Suguru is MEAN - so is everyone else, some heinous things idek how to tag, unprotected, no curses! AU, marking, pet names (princess, darling, doll), swearing.
Word count. 4.8k
A/N. Am not the same person I was before I wrote this…also I added this on AO3 but ahhh tysm for reminding me on here as well- inspired by this fic by the very talented @/cyancherub + this ending by the amazing @/Innka!! They were actually two of the writers that inspired me to write my own fics!!
Art by @_3aem on X.
Tequila was your best friend when Suguru and Satoru weren’t around.
Which is probably why you were five shots deep before 9pm, heavy bass thrumming through your veins and sleek tabletop steady under your rocky heels.
Everything was a blur. The pulsing neon lights, cheers following your every sway and twirl, and the atmosphere heavy with beer and laughter in that heady Jujutsu Phi frat house.
You almost miss that familiar flash of cloudy white locks and those narrowed black eyes greedily watching your hips to the beat. Almost.
An excited exclamation of “There’s our all-new sweetheart!”. And the world tilts.
Falling down really does feel good. Especially when the ground is so warm - and smells faintly of overpriced cologne.
“Careful, there, Satoru. Wouldn’t wanna hurt the sweetheart right before initiation.”
A pair of strong arms underneath you, and a deep voice hot against your ear. “Havin’ a lotta fun without us, huh?”
Oh, you’d recognize those devastatingly handsome faces anywhere. You blink, eyebrows furrowed slightly at your best friends as you tried to focus on their words. “Sweetheart? Me?”
To your right, Suguru nods slowly, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Absolutely. Who else? No one better we can think of, darling.”
Satoru’s eager voice chimes in, “As presidents, and the only men to binge Bridgerton with you, we love you. The frat brothers love you too, especially our supervisor.”
“Mmm, I dunno. What do I hafta do?” face heating and words slurring together, in your alcohol-induced haze, you miss the devilish glance shared between the two.
Satoru chuckles, a dark glint in his eyes, “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.”
Your laughter is infectious, and without much hesitation you raise your empty shot glass in toast, “Hmm, deal! To the newest frat sweetheart! How hard can it be?”
---
The consequences aren’t half as fun as the chaos.
Wincing at the dull ache reverberating in your head, you struggle to make sense of your surroundings in the dim lighting. Still disoriented and bleary-eyed, you sink into soft navy bed sheets.
Ah, soft. So soft. Warm, with a tinge of candied apples.
Satoru.
Slight panic setting in, and Satoru’s room swaying ever-so-slightly, you try to will away the overplayed pop pounding from the party still raging below - focusing on the whispered conversation at the foot of the bed..
“---blast at the party------”
“------frat---sweetheart.”
Head snapping up in a daze, the word “sweetheart” echoes in your ears.
Something heated and prickly pools in your stomach as fragments of memories from not too long ago begin to piece themselves together.
Your dawning realization - and sense of impending doom - is interrupted by a soft hum of delight
“Well, well, look who’s finally awake - our dear sweetheart.” Satoru teases, while Suguru, with his arms crossed, chuckles.
Liquor suddenly nowhere on your mind, your heart races - something about the suggestive gleam in their eyes doesn’t exactly ease your nerves. Your cheeks flare, the room feels suddenly smaller, the air thicker.
You sit up, rubbing your temples, and the two of them exchange loaded glances that send shivers creeping down your spine.
Satoru pushes himself off the wall with a devious smirk, taking a deliberate step closer. “How’s our sweetheart feeling? You knocked out for a good hour or two, y’know. Was almost worried you’d miss the initiation~”
“What the fuck did I agree to?” you mutter to yourself. Yet, Suguru answers anyway, his voice a dangerous purr, “Just a little test of courage, darling. But don’t you worry; we’ll take very good care of you.”
Satoru nods, his gaze intense. “It’s all in good fun, princess. You’ll see.” His warm breath grazes your face as they tower over you, inching closer and closer. “Now, you wouldn’t go back on your word, would you?”
Goosebumps erupt along your shoulders at the proximity - and the realization - all the way down to where your thighs were desperately squeezing together. Shit.
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. It was hard to be best friends with them for years and not hear about the whispered rumors of how they were in bed. Enough to send a woman to heaven - or the hospital - they said. And you couldn’t deny that ugly little part of you that was sinfully curious.
A beat passes in the suddenly charged air. As if they were waiting. Studying your reaction - like predators stalking their cornered prey. Will you run away? Will you fight? Will you submit to them completely?
The room is silent, except for the distant thump of the music below, seemingly miles away.
One. Two
Finally - not trusting yourself to speak - you manage a nod.
Darkened blue eyes meet Suguru’s half-lidded ones, a silent understanding passing between them before resting on you - splayed out on the bed and tight dress hiking up so enticingly.
Oh.
Oh, shit. You were in for it.
Without warning, Satoru surges forward, lips catching yours in a bruising kiss. You whine against his soft lips, the distinct taste of Baileys and Satoru completely filling your senses - you almost don’t register the slow, purposeful trail of kisses Suguru leaves down your heated neck. Almost.
Skin searing where his lips linger along your jawline, Suguru murmurs, vibrations sending a jolt of electricity right to your core. “Shhh, relax, darling. We’ll take care of everything.”
Maybe it was the way Suguru’s words were dripping in lust and something dangerous, tongue darting out to lick a long, sensual stripe up your neck.
Or maybe it was the way Satoru was sloppily licking at your lips, thumb pushing your chin down to suck on your tongue with his candy lips. But the room was spinning - and this time, it wasn’t the alcohol.
“T-Toru- Sugu-” a muffled whine you barely even recognize rips from the back of your throat - and it was like something snapped. Maybe their restraint, maybe their sanity - definitely you by the end of this.
A hand hot on your thigh - Suguru’s or Satoru’s? You don’t have the time to wonder, the sequins hit the ground before you even realize what is happening.
Skin-tight dress now in tatters on Satoru’s carpeted floor, you shudder as the cold air hits your heated skin. Large hands everywhere. Cupping your ass, tweaking your hardened nipples through your bra. Leaving your underwear in such a disarray as if it killed them to see you clothed.
“Shit. Suguru, look at this.” Satoru’s groans lowly, predatory gaze transfixed on the sight of your dripping cunt..
“Oh fuck, darling. Were you all ready and expecting this, hm? Our perfect lil’ slut.” Suguru’s smiles sinfully as he looms closer, a long finger playing teasingly with the thin fabric of your now-soaked panties.
You buck your hips, desperate for more fiction, as a manicured nail lightly grazes your swollen folds. Shit, and you thought Suguru would be the nicer of the two. “Please, Sugu.”
“Now now. Behave, darling. Wouldn’t want to get off on a wrong start to the initiation.” Suguru hums, pulling off your panties completely as Satoru’s iron-hold grip on your hips pin you helplessly to the bed. You struggle pathetically, leaking pussy aching for more more more.
And Satoru - your ever-merciful Satoru - listens to your desperate keens. Because, agonizingly slow, he drops to his knees, eye-level with your quivering pussy.
“I’ll be taking this as payment, princess.” he hums, hot breath hitting your cunt in a way that almost makes you miss the way he snatches your wet panties right out of Suguru’s hands. As if a prize to be won.
Your face burns at the humiliation - or maybe at the way strong hands wrestle your thighs open. You gasp at the burn of the stretch, tense air grazing your throbbing clit as Suguru lets out a low whistle in appreciation.
You were so exposed. So vulnerable. And these fuckers hadn’t even taken off their goddamn shirts yet.
Mouth opening to retort - or maybe beg for an ounce of friction, just anything that would-
Bang!
Dazed, you whirl your head towards where the door had now slammed open. In your lust-induced haze, you barely register the notion that someone else was going to see you so spread so shamefully and dripping all over Satoru’s sheets. Ah, they were going to scream. They were going to run away-
“Aww, already started without me?” a deep voice rumbles, raspy, dangerous. “Shit, these two brats weren’t kiddin’, you’re such a doll, aren’t you?”
Satoru’s smirk grows at the slick pooling at your core as you make out just who it was that stood so imposingly at the door.
Toji Fushiguro.
Someone you’d heard of more than you’d seen - for several reasons. Known around campus as the long-standing supervisor for Jujutsu Phi, but known more popularly amongst students as the man with a dick to die for.
The shutting of the heavy wooden door reverberates across the electrifying air inside. Your mouth drops into a soft oh as you spot the rock-hard cock straining furiously against Toji’s trousers, a dark patch of precum already pooling at the tip.
Oh. No wonder they say his dick can split you in half.
Eyes following his every purposeful step towards the bed, you absent-mindedly wonder whether your best friends were hiding a matching achingly hard cocks.
“Oh, fuck yes. Such a pretty pussy.” Toji appraises your cunt, greedily eyeing the way your walls flutter around nothing, slick pooling where Satoru was but a few inches away from where you needed him the most.
“Yo, old man. Catch.” Satoru’s voice rings in the loaded air. Muscled arms flexing, Toji easily catches the flimsy piece of fabric thrown at him, a lecherous smile growing as he realizes what it is. “M’gonna have a lot of fun with you, doll.”
“Don’t count us out now, Toji. I’ll be making sure she’s absolutely ruined.” Suguru’s slow, sinful drawl has your head spinning.
Probably for the first time in his life, Satoru doesn’t speak.
Instead, he dives nose-deep in your cunt. Pretty ruby lips meeting your swollen ones, urgently lapping up your sweet juices, as if a man dying of thirst.
“Hah- Oh! Toru!” you whine, hips bucking up into his hot tongue as he bullies past your folds and into your quivering entrance, hurried yet methodical. You could feel Satoru’s lips curling at the lewd whimpers ripping from your throat. Bruising grip on your hips pulling you impossibly deeper onto his greedy tongue.
He wastes no time - stretching you out on his tongue so sinfully, dipping in and out of your dripping hole at a merciless pace. In and out in and out in and-
“Hope you didn’t forget us, darling. I’d be heartbroken.” Suguru’s mocking words ring in your ears. Not completely present with Satoru’s dizzying abuse on your cunt, you can do nothing as Suguru snakes a hand down to your heated core.
“Don’t move, doll.”
And before you know it, two more sets of hands are unforgivingly on you.
All you can do is just lay there and take it as Suguru’s cruel, slender fingers tease your folds, up and down up and down - pointedly skipping your throbbing clit. A languid, sadistic smile spreads across his face as you whine in desperation.
Where Satoru was generous and impatient, Suguru wanted to make you cry. How could you ever have thought he’d be the nice one?
Hasty lips are on yours now, a small scar rubbing your lips in a way that so obscenely reminded you of the tongue still ruthlessly fucking into you right now. Pulling away mere centimeters, Toji murmurs lowly, “Open your mouth.”
As if on auto-pilot, you groan as Toji's steady stream of spit hits your ready tongue. Eyes rolling to the back of your head at the warm feeling, tasting of sin and everything you shouldn’t be doing.
Thick, calloused fingers squeeze your cheeks together, his spit now drooling down the corner of your mouth. “Now, show me what those pretty lips can do.” Toji grits out.
Your eyes widen as he pulls down his pants just enough for his furiously hard cock to spring free, sculpted thighs straddling the side of your face.
Thick and unforgiving. A prominent vein twirling delicately down his monstrous length. Precum leaking onto his sculpted abdomen, dripping erotically down to mix with your soaked underwear in his veined hand gripping the base.
Nervous eyes flitting between Toji’s bulging cock in front of you, to the slick dripping down Suguru’s wrist, and Satoru’s hooded eyes, miles away, and grinning devilishly around your cunt - you’re sure of one thing - you’d be damn lucky to make it out alive.
Toji’s throbbing head pokes your kiss-bitten lips, precum salty on your tongue. He spares no mercy.
“C’mon now. If you’re actin’ like such a cockslut then learn to take it like one.” Searing grip on your hair, Toji pushes his cock all the way down your ready throat, using your mouth as if it was nothing more than his favorite fucktoy. Maybe you’ll become his favorite fucktoy.
Your pathetic, wet gurgles mix with the lewd squelches of your cunt as Toji’s heavy balls hit your chin. Fat head hitting the back of your throat and your nose pressed into the tufts of thick, black hair at his pelvis. “Mmm fuck yeah.” he groans, thick fingers pressing around your neck to feel his dick down your throat.
Drawing low hisses as you tongue at his slit, you breath in the heady scent of Toji and you on your panties and Toji-
“Look s’pretty gagging on his cock, darling.” Suguru’s voice is still silken smooth, mockingly pressing a kiss to your cheek. Pooling the trail of spit and precum on his tongue, before licking a long, languid stripe.
“F-fucking freak.” Toji huffs out a laugh, relishing the way you moan so lewdly around his cock. “Oh? You like that, doll? Little slut, aren’t ya?”
A dangerous chuckle, and he’s thrusting animalistically into your poor, pretty mouth. Balls tightening each time his thick cock disappears into your mouth, lips stretching almost-painfully to accommodate him. Toji’s hand closes tighter around your throat, blocking your airway. Making you choke and gasp for air around his cock, blood roaring in your ears.
Shit, he was going to break you.
Suguru’s clever mouth was on your aching tits now, jolts of electricity going straight to your cunt as he tweaks and teases your hardened nipples. Thumb rubbing harshly over your sensitive tip the way he wouldn’t with your clit. Over and over-
“Suguru, gimme the bra.” you whine, hips bucking as Satoru’s muffled words send vibrations exactly where you wanted.
In a flash, your bra is unclasped and thrown to Satoru. Wrapping it around one large hand, it disappears where you cannot see. Yet the jerky, impatient movements of his hand below - up, up, up - and down have your walls clamping down desperately on Satoru’s tongue.
Ah, he looked so pretty when he was shut up with his mouth full of your dripping cunt. Fucked out whimpers leave Satoru’s throat at each flick of his tongue, fucking your pretty pussy with his mouth till you felt raw.
Suguru - the ever-graceful Suguru - had his brows furrowed desperately. Lips messy with spit as he bites and teases your nipples hard, making you cry out in wet, little gurgles that muffle around the throbbing erection in your mouth, fucking into you with reckless abandon. Toji’s heavy balls stinging your face as he bottoms out with each harsh shove down your throat.
He didn’t care if you could breathe - as long as you sucked the ever-loving soul out of him.
The heady air is urgent now. Hasty movements now becoming more and more frenzied. Mindless with lust. Filthy. Debauched. It was so fucking sinful.
So it only made sense that your orgasm was the same.
You see white as you cum - or maybe that was the hot, thick ropes of seed that Toji painted your face with. Moans muffled and hips bucking deliriously, you moan breathlessly as neither of the three men give up their relentless abuse.
Your head shot up blindly in pleasure, sharp teeth digging into your shoulder - hard enough to break skin. Suguru.
Wrestled down onto the bed by three sets of strong arms still groping the expanse of your body, you ride out your white-hot high on the taste of Toji slipping down your throat, Satoru’s still merciless tongue, and Suguru’s index finally pressing down on your throbbing clit. Hard.
Blood roaring in your ears, your vision blurs as you sink into the mattress. You think you’re in heaven, and it was only fitting that these demons with angelic faces were the first things that you see there.
“You alright, darling? Can’t have you go passing out on us mid-initiation, now.” Suguru tuts, sharing a glance with Satoru, who was absolutely dripping in satisfaction - and your slick, prettily glossing his lips and nose.
“Mmm- s’fucked out. Ah-” Your violent climax leaves you limp, and you feel like a fucking ragdoll with the way Suguru wraps a steady arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly close against him. You whine as your stinging tits meet his toned body, sticky with the heat of the room. When did he even take his shirt off?
Satoru isn’t too far behind, with little care for the buttons flinging across the room as he rips his shirt open - creamy chest peeking out in all its chiseled glory. Shit.
You almost miss the bed shifting as Toji sits on the edge, watching the three of you with greedy eyes as he fists his cum-covered cock with your panties. Teasing, purposeful movements up his length.
Suguru’s hand stroking your face, Satoru’s on your hips.
“After all that princess, you deserve a little treat.” Satoru purrs lowly, lips glistening with your juices and breath hot against your ear. Shivers run along your spine - right down to where he was groping and playfully swatting your ass. Darkened eyes narrowed at the way it jiggled against his large hands.
“T-treat? Wha-”
Your disoriented stammers are stuck in your throat as Suguru shoves two long fingers into your mouth. Whatever moans leaving your lips are choked and muffled as he forces you to taste yourself.
Fingers intertwining with your tongue, you’re delirious with the want for more more more - and evidently, Suguru is too, throbbing and leaking with need as he pushes his soiled boxers down. Something cold makes you flinch as your quivering thigh grazes his clothed erection.
Oh. Who knew your best friend had a dick piercing?
“Fuck, darling. Really should’ve done this sooner.” he murmurs, voice thick with lust and more to himself than you. “Mhm. You don’t know how hard it was to not bend you over and stuff you till you can’t speak, princess~” a whisper from behind you - Satoru.
Before you know it, Satoru’s lips find yours in a fiery kiss amidst it all. As if he couldn’t get enough of the sweet taste of your cunt - and probably never will.
Suguru is languid and unhurried where Satoru is impatient and starved, rutting desperately against your ass.
Every twirl of Suguru’s finger is deliberate, leaving a trail of lingering electricity in its wake. And with searing passion, Satoru’s tongue tastes you in all the ways he possibly could. The three of you tangled in an unholy act.
Fuck, it was messy. So fucking messy.
Delicate strings of saliva and slick connecting you to the two as drool drips down the corner of your mouth, eyes scrunched closed at the sinful pleasure.
“Fucking freaks.” Toji spits out, eyeing Satoru’s fingers inching closer and closer to your ass, deftly prodding at your quivering entrance. Yet, his movements only grow more urgent, fucking his fist in desperate need to cum - to cum all over you once more.
Satoru pulls away, and you shiver at the cold feeling of his saliva hitting your rim. Once. Twice. Thrice just to watch the way your hole quivers so obscenely for him.
In the haze of the pure want of the three men around you, it slowly dawns on you that they won’t stop until they’ve fucked you half to death. And you cunt clenches in anticipation.
Maybe you really were a little slut.
Suguru only has his flushed tip kissing your folds, but you already feel so fucking full. Maybe it was the way Satoru was now bullying long, pale fingers through that first, tight little circle of muscle. Scissoring you open, hooking a thumb to stretch your slutty hole till he was more than satisfied.
Through the corner of your eye, you watch Toji. Eyes half-lidded, gaze locked with yours, and looming closer towards you.
Before you knew it, a rough hand grasps yours, wrapping so daintily around Toji’s fat, leaking tip. Guiding your hand, thumbing his slit to pull his dick in harsh, mindless pulls to get off. It has your sensitive cunt so heated and dripping, slick trailing down your shaky legs.
“Suguru, think our little sweetheart is ready? Don’t think I can hold back any longer, all her pretty holes are begging me to fuck her.”
You weren’t going to make it out alive. Maybe you didn’t want to.
He doesn’t wait for a response. Your surprised yelps are gagged on Suguru’s fingers as Satoru sheaths himself in your ready hole. A low groan ripping from his throat as you clamp down on him, struggling to bear with the delicious stretch. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, despite the panic setting in, as he pushes deeper and deeper. Inch by inch. “Fuck s’tight. So tight, princess.”
Was he even halfway in? He had to be, right?
Arm now burning with the feeling of Toji fucking his throbbing erection into your fist, you risk a glance behind you, catching a glimpse of the deliciously flushed cock pressing into you. Long, pale, so pretty - so Satoru.
Chuckling at the dilemma on your face, Suguru hums. “Now, Satoru. That hardly seems fair. Don’t be greedy.” And at that last word, Suguru’s leaking tip pushes past your entrance - thick , with a long vein running down the middle, cold metal of his piercing making your walls twitch - grunting at the resistance that came with being so fucking full from both ends.
“Just getting to fucking her already. Look at the pretty doll, so eager to please. She’s begging for it.” you moan at Toji’s impatient comment, his precum coating your hand a pretty gloss. You’re fucking yourself in mindless, shallow, bounces that have you split open on both throbbing cocks.
Satoru’s hand snaking down to wildly draw circles on your clit, jolting at the overstimulation, whine deliriously as both Satoru and Suguru bottom out inside of you.
Deep moans bouncing off the walls - tight, so tight. You were going to make them pass out. Or worse, cum before you.
“S’alright hah- Fuck!” Suguru can barely get the words out, you’ve never seen Suguru - all grace and poise - lose his composure like this. A slave to desire. And if Suguru was losing control then Satoru was on the edge of absolute insanity, darkened eyes blown-out and short, broken whines leaving his mouth at each breath.
You, on the other hand, have never felt more awake.
“Oh- oh fuck. Can’t- Too much. Hngh-” Raspy moans ripping from your throat at each little movement, hips moving in a mindless tandem with your best friends’ as they start thrusting in slow, experimental thrusts.
You felt so unforgivingly full - organs secondary to the cocks splitting you apart till you could barely form sentences.
Filthy. Fucking filthy.
And the only place you wanted to be right now.
Pulse banging against your throat, sight spotty, you don’t even know if what you’re feeling is pain or pleasure. Head only full of Satoru and Suguru and Toji and Satoru and-
“Awww, look at her- hah- Cock-drunk little whore can’t even speak.”
Bruised tits bouncing as Suguru and Satoru move in sync, fucked-out, animalistic ramming of their cocks into your stretched out little pussy. Delicate tears stream down your face. Your pace on Toji’s twitching dick now jerky, desperate movements to keep your sanity. “Jus’ like that, doll. Yeah-”
You could feel the burning stretch as their throbbing cocks rubbed against each other through your walls. Balls smacking against your stinging skin and their prominent veins massaging your snug cunt just right. The slapping of skin and Toji’s squelching have your head spinning.
A wolfish bite on your exposed neck - Satoru - as he tried to keep himself together. Arching you deeper into him, thrusts stemming from a carnal, depraved part of him. Faster.
“Oh. So good, princess. Hole sucking me in so good. Ah- fuck. Could do this for the rest of my life.”
“Nasty girl. You love this, don’t you?” Suguru purrs, amusement evident in his tone.
“Y-yes! Love it! Love it Sugu- Toru-”
With a harsh slap to your clit, both men speed up their pace in your sloppy holes. Relishing in the precum and slick dripping down their sensitive lengths, and the creamy rings forming around their bases.
More. More. More more more more-
This orgasm is more obscene than the last. Supported by Suguru and Satoru’s strong arms, spread open and stuffed so shamefully by their throbbing erections. Your head is thrown back, voice-shot as broken moans leave your swollen lips. Fist moving in a mindless rhythm - no reason or rhyme.
“F-fuck, darling. Gonna-”
All it takes are your half-lucid, fucked out mewls, walls wrestling with the effort to clench around them, for Suguru and Satoru to slam into you purposefully. Once. Twice. Before spilling into you in unison.
“Hngh- M’cumming. Oh, god m’cumming, princess. Ah! Milking me so good.”
Thick, hot ropes of cum that fill your snug holes. You could feel your stomach inflating, enough to make you feel like you’ll explode.
Cock-drunk, you’re dead weight in their arms as Suguru and Satoru moan in relief, riding out their highs. Endless spurts of their seed splashing into you. It dribbles out of your overfilled cunt and ass, soiling the wet bed sheets beneath you.
Soaked in their cum, barely conscious, body aching all over. Ah, this was heaven.
“Switch. Wanna cum in her pretty hole.”
You jolt as Satoru snarks under his breath, pulling out his still-hard head with a lewd pop! A wave of his hot cum gushing out of your abused hole, pooling so sinfully beneath you.
Your knees buckle, brain not catching up yet. Too fucked out, your ready ass barely resists as Toji presses his rock-hard tip inside, pulsing with need.
“Yeah, that’s right. Take it.” Grunting lowly, veins popping out as his thick cum spurts uncontrollably from his twitching cock. Once. Twice. Thrice. Missing your hole slightly, splattering on your ass. Pushing his leaking head inside in desperate, shallow thrusts. He just needed it inside you.
Slowing to a stop, “Now, what do you say?”
“Th-thank you, daddy.”
Vision blacking, you barely even register the words. It’s all that is muttered out before Toji pulls out in one, fluid motion and you’re thrown around like a ragdoll. Suguru’s hand firmly pinning yours behind your back, glistening cock still in you, legs spread sinfully open.
He licks a long stripe down your cheek, your tears salty on his tongue. “Don’t think the initiation’s done yet, darling.”
Cum leaking helplessly out of you, Satoru’s hungry gaze - blue eyes barely recognizable - meets yours. “Oh, fuck. Just look at you princess. So defiled. Makes me wanna eat out all the cum inside you before pumping you full of mine again.”
“Don’t cream yourself just yet, Satoru. I think we’re about to have another initiation coordinator.”
What?
Sure enough, distant footsteps steadily approach. Growing louder with each passing second, thick with anticipation.
Closer. And closer.
The door is suddenly thrown open, light filtering in through the door, illuminating the stern figure standing in the doorway.
Nanami Kento.
The frat treasurer, infamous as the devastatingly handsome impersonation of a stick up one’s ass, known for rejecting any and every advance left and right.
His sharp gaze sweeps the charged room, dark eyes revealing nothing, catching on your teary, fucked out gaze, miles away. Body covered in cum and spit, marked like you were thrown to the wolves. Satoru grits his teeth with an impatient huff, looking like he’s ready to positively devour you, irritated at the interruption.
“What are you doing? This is an embarrassment to Jujutsu Phi.”
In the twinge of disappointment, you can’t help but feel a brief glimmer of hope. Ah, Nanami Kento. Maybe he will be your savior - a temporary respite from the men who seem ready to eat you alive. And won’t stop till you’re not.
“If you’re going to initiate her then show no mercy.”
The door slams behind him as he steps inside the heated hellhole. A cold shiver runs down your spine. Satoru’s burning whisper in your ear.
“Welcome to the brotherhood, sweetheart.”
A/N. Whew this turned out longer than expected. Tried a new formatting thing, how we liking it??
Jack reveals too much about his obsessive tendencies for you at an inopportune time.
WORD COUNT: 2.6K // SMUT - 18PLUS - MDNI // fucking n' cock teasing, descriptions of gaping holes and semen seeping, the hottest thing about this is Jack exposing himself, unhealthy relationship, possessive tendencies, bad ways of going about telling your partner about said tendencies // ABBOT MASTERLIST // ROBBY MASTERLIST // AUTHOR MASTERLIST //
When Jack's finally allowed to have you, and projects all his filthy perversions onto your relationship with him. He has years' worth of fantasies and absolute horndoggery from your tight-fitted scrubs and flirtatiousness that he was only able to live out in his dreams and blurred moments of zoning out while thinking of your tits and the way your mouth moves when you talk.
And now, sleepy, he's entitled to you. You're his God given right. There is no God, but you get the point. You're at fault for the overload of filth, but now you love him enough for him to not want to blow his brains out for blaming you.
“You know, I don’t think you actually understand how bad it is.”
Jack says it almost idly in his groan, even though he’s trying not to blow his load. That’s routine with you every other day. That’s your little, soaking cunt’s fault as much as it’s your flirtations and claims that you love him, kiddo.
You do. What a tragedy that is for sleepy.
You glance at him, confused with teary eyes as you press your nose into his cheek. Your bare, sticky folds make filthy, wet noises as his thighs slap against your rounded ass.
There was a time when he could only imagine what it looked like, let alone felt like. Hell on earth.
“What’s…bad?”
“My head about you.”
You huff at that, like he knew you would, because no. You don’t know how bad it is.
You don’t know how bad it could get.
Soft steps. Easy steps. This is how you take care of her. Stop it from getting as bad as it could be if you can’t fix how bad it already is.
“Jackie, do–don’t be dramatic, not now—”
Jack manages to slip his cock out at your quip, because even though his cock practically rages at not being inside your warm, gripping, needy insides…he doesn’t appreciate that. He’s trying to talk to you.
You choke out a noise that might be a sweet sob when he leaves the inside of you. Who’s the dramatic one now?
“Jack—”
Jack’s leaking cock butts against your quivering entrance. His lips curve into a half-smile when you squeak.
“Yes, okay. I know, I know—I know you’re crazy about me.”
You place your palm on where he gropes you to the point of a bruise, your tit. You squeeze his hand, and it’s a warm comfort that Jack knows very well is manipulation. You’re not as sly as you think you are, Sleepy.
It’s the most obvious, perfect form of desperation that Jack’s undeserving of—the way you slip his hand down to his cock, trying to push his thick tip back inside of you, like it's his idea to move past this.
Nice try, baby.
He pulls his hand back up, arm flattened across your waist and tits as his fingers curl over your shoulder.
“No, I don’t think you do.”
“Well, fuck—explain it to me, then.”
You whine, back arching away from his stomach. Most of the time, your filth and need to fuck outmatch his. It’s only that you’re cute enough to get away with it. Not not obvious enough to deny it, though.
Jack exhales through his nose, like he’s bracing himself.
“I think about where you are when you don’t answer your phone, I map.”
He places his face in the crook of your sweat-laced neck, breathing in. He thinks your brows are furrowing, and he hopes it’s only with confusion, because he won’t be able to handle anything else once you’ve drained him.
“Like…if you say you’re going to the store, I picture which one. How long it should take. Which streets you’d use.”
He murmurs it low against your skin, jaggedly wincing when you rub your thumb over his tip.
“You’re…you’re a control freak. Duh. I’ve known that since forever.”
Jack sighs. Everything’s a joke to kiddo.
“When you come home quiet, I replay everything I said to you that day. Not just the mean things. I look for the moment I tipped it.” He flings his cock so its head meets your swollen clit, holding you tighter when your body trembles at the touch. “I know, sleepy. I know. It’s bad.”
You manage, even in the tremble and quivering moans he hears in his dreams, to nudge his arm with your elbow.
“You’re–you’re intense. That’s it. You’re…focused.”
“Focused.”
Jack scoffs. He drags his cock against the wet, pulsing length of your cunt. Not being inside is an awful thing to do to both of you, but being tucked under it is the next best thing.
“I know when you’re aroused before you do. You stop fidgeting, you lose yourself. And I think you’re gonna call that observant to make yourself feel better about the way I study you.”
Silence. The room feels smaller.
Jack takes in a deep, deep breath before rolling his tongue over your beads of sweat.
Music. Meal. Mine.
“I think about how easy it would be to make you dependent on how I touch you. On how safe you feel when you’re with me. Pressed against me. Hell, sleepy. You tell me enough—”
He blinks when he feels your throat bob.
“Jack?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Why are you telling me this?”
It’s the first thing you’ve been able to say without your voice shaking the way your body does when you're bouncing on him. He swallows.
Let him say it out loud instead of letting it rot in his head. If you’re afraid. That’s okay. That’s better, because if you indulge, kiddo, he’ll never let you go.
“I think about who takes your attention from me. But you know that.”
“Jack—”
“And when you’re upset with me, for things like this—things that barely scrape the surface of my filth—”
You’re so wet that the sound of Jack rubbing his cock against your pussy has become downright obscene, and his hand is soaked with a sticky layer of your arousal from guiding his shaft through it again and again and again.
“My first instinct isn’t to apologize. It’s to figure out how to make you dependent again so you won’t leave. Because…there are too many ways for you to realize you don’t deserve this.”
He kisses your neck that’s licked clean, nose pressing in deeper.
“It’s always too damn easy to mold you into what the worst of me wants, baby. I think about keeping you home all day, where your—”
Jack chokes on the burning of his truth.
“Your only thought is how to love me even more than you already do. I don’t deserve that. I deserve awful goddamned things for wanting that, but I think…I think about asking you.”
His tongue flicks as he feels your sticky cunt beat against his thigh.
“And you know what I think? I think you’d do it for me. I’ve imagined conversations where I tell you what you need. Not suggest. Tell. And you listen. Because it would be easier. You already do. But you shouldn’t. And if I ever ask you, you should—”
Jack’s nose flares with another choking at his throat. What he says would end in his brain on a tree somewhere, but he knows it’s true. He knows he has to say it.
“You should leave me. If you ever feel like you need to become smaller so I can stay sane, then I’ve already failed.”
Silence.
It’s suffocating.
It’s realization.
I’ve said way too fucking much. No. No.
Jack tries to push his thick head back inside of you, but he can only hold you tighter when you squirm.
Where the fuck are you going? Somewhere you actually deserve to be? Somewhere safe? Somewhere where he’s not unloading the worst onto you? Absolutely not, kiddo. Sorry. That’s not happening.
He straightens his spine against the couch, leaving the crook of your neck to kiss the back of it, staring deep into the skin he’s licked and bitten and bruised and made bled onto him.
Your name sounds out against his lips when he hears the sharp breath escape you.
Rebellion. Nope. Not now. Not when he’ll always need you in the worst way.
“Sleepy, I—”
“You’re scaring me.”
There’s a thick pause where Jack decides you need comfort, that you need what you’ve been whining for, so he presses his thumb against your fat clit, rolling deep, slow circles. It’s a sticky, sticky comfort, isn’t it, kiddo?
“That’s fair.”
Doesn’t he take care of you?
“I’ve been dragging back on it, okay? I remind myself you’re not something I get to manage. I remind myself that wanting you doesn’t give me jurisdiction to be engulfed by these thoughts and these claims—”
“You said you were getting better.”
Jack shudders at your cries.
“I-I have…sleepy. That’s what I’m telling you—”
“Has it been getting worse?”
Jack doesn’t answer right away; he only quickens his pace on your clit to break your soft cries, because there’s only so many truths he can handle.
Even with the ones he can, he would much rather do it with you leaking juices and clenching around nothing, because that means you still want him, and that, even in the worst of who he is, it’s still too easy for him to comfort you, whether he’s inside you or not.
She deserves the truth, Abbot. Just as much as she deserves you getting better for her. You can only allow yourself to give her one or the other.
“Just a bit, sleepy. I promise.”
“You promised it wasn’t as bad as you’re saying it is—”
“I know!”
His voice goes loud in the depths of his throat. He shuts his eyes against the back of your head.
“I know, okay? That’s why I’m saying it out loud,” His voice is softer in the gravel. “So it stays where I can see it.”
He smooths his palm against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, cock throbbing as hard as it did the first time he got to fuck you, as he readies himself with one last kiss to your neck.
“Jack…”
Jack’s heart folds in on itself at your hiccupped breath. Every time you cry, it’s worthy of his own suicide.
His body feels that, at least. Now, he knows you need him inside you again as much as he needs a reminder that you’ll never leave him.
Your warm, squishy thighs are nearly that as they caress his naked, hot skin. He pumps his cock against your cunt, and he eyes the way your hips twitch each time his head catches your clit. He tries remembering how he almost burst at that the first time he noticed it. It wasn’t funny then.
Your breath grows heavier as Jack’s free hand comes to bruise your perfect tit. He rolls his neck at his soft whimpers escaping your lips.
Let him get away with the truth tonight, and then he’ll get better. He promises, baby.
“Sleepy. I’ll keep myself in check.”
His cock, veined in the throbbing and the need to find you clenching around him with those familiar, whorish cries, slides back into your hole, shaft shiny and wet with your juices again.
“Ah! Do yo–you mean that—ah!”
He does. That’s the worst part. He means it, and he doesn’t know if it’ll be enough, because—
God, you feel so fucking good, kiddo.
Jack bears his teeth, straining and grunting below you as the muscle in his leg stretches to buck up into you with an already impossible speed. His balls smack against your ass.
“Jack!”
“You know how it feels? Your cunt wrapped all around me, sleepy?”
Jack’s hips only thrust more violently.
Do you know how it feels for you to be wrapped around him, knowing that he—
That he can do whatever he wants to you, and you’ll stay? Because you love him. Because you’re an indulgent whore who thinks the deepest parts of his obsession can be fixed? And even when you figure out they can’t be, you’ll still be here, shivering on his cock and making sure he takes care of you because He loves you.
He does. God, he does, kiddo, he’ll only get worse; you’ll love him anyway.
And he’s just waiting for the day it’s not that you’ll love him despite the worst of ways he needs to keep you, but you’ll love him because of them.
Doomsday. It’ll come soon enough.
Jack’s balls begin to contract as your cunt spasms out. He doesn’t blink, because he doesn’t want to miss any second of the way your tear-drawn face crumples in sweet agony.
Here comes sleepy’s orgasm. It’ll tear through you, and then the real care begins. He can call the Pitt for you.
“It feels like I’m fucking the prettiest cunt in the world—”
Jack lets out a strangled groan on a particularly burning, tightened thrust. He stops trying to say anything at that, tongue slipping into your mouth as he pauses.
He changes his pace, entering you with hard, long strokes—pulling all the way out before slamming himself back inside. He knows that’s your favorite.
And he’s only proven right when you come hard, milking him to the goddamned bone as your cunt flutters—as she flutters with fucking death grips.
Every other day. For the rest of his life. It better not be any other way.
Jack bucks wildly into you. You let out a shrill that finds the groan that tears out of him, and after he feels his face redden to the goddamned brim…
He feels his cum pool in your contracting, winking hole. Still hungry, even as you breathe out in drooled exhaustion.
Jack heaves to catch his breath as he runs a hand over his face, and you fall off of him, going limp and spread out across the sofa. He turns to you.
“Let me see, sleepy.” He leans inward, opening your thighs up. “Open up your cunt.”
He doesn’t ask nicely. He never does. He promises that’s because you like that way more than he does.
He counts the seconds, waiting for the moment the first drop of his cum blooms out of your filthy, well-fucked hole like a…you once described it like a gleaming white pearl. He likes that. It’s romantic. His a little romantic.
He watches it drip, getting caught in your labia until it separates and streams, bit by bit, down your crack until it pools at your asshole and down onto the couch.
His brows twitch as he blinks fast.
“Sleepy, I said—”
You finally listen, spreading your legs further and making your tight slit open into a gaping round hole. More of his cum drips out.
There you go.
Jack leans inward and kisses your thigh.
“We should buy you a plug.”
He doesn’t say it with much humor before he gives you a light slap on your slit, and he’s glad he didn’t, because you quickly close your legs when the last bit of white seeps out of you.
“You promise, right?”
Jack nods, eyes never leaving yours as he runs a circle on your knee.
“I’ve been trying. I’ll try harder.”
…Even if he goes back on his word, he promises he’ll figure it out, kiddo. He will.
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fucking two roommates who swear they dont care about it and theres no feelings... but the quiet fucks in each of their rooms have gotten harder and louder... one keeps fingers in your mouth to keep you moaning, the other demands you reply to all his questions with "yes daddy"
one night, you're riding one on the couch, bra pulled off to the side, matching panties ripped on the floor, when the other comes home. you expect a reaction, but he just drops his things calmly. eventually, he does come over, drink in hand, and gropes a tit.
His deep voice thrummed a taunt through you. Vibrating from the delicious stretch he wedged deep in your pussy. Pulsing into your nerves. Trembling your bones.
You always knew you wouldn't find another man like your ex. No one could pin you down like this. Flat on your tummy with your face buried into the pillow. No one knew how much you loved your arms trapped behind your back.
No one could make your pussy whine and cry like he did.
You listened to his unimpressed scoff. Shivered under the coarse drag of his kisses down your neck and between your shoulderblades.
"Telling me this pussy forgot all about me in only a year? Of have you just been fucking lousy men?"
Spank! His rough hand was sure to leave a welt on your ass. You hiccuped, tucking your face into the soft pillowcasing and muffling his name.
"Just. . . fuck. Give me a moment— asshole—" you grit, breathing hard as you tried to adjust to his size. "Never listen. This is exactly why I. . . ah."
Your eyes threatened to roll back into your skull as the gruff texture of his finger pad circled your puffy clit. Urging your traitorous hips to chase after his hand. Greedily bucking back and subsequently taking more of him.
The air choked out of you. Thighs tensing and trembling. The burn was sharp, sweet, too much.
not fully related but thats also y when i see yall on here like “awww i wish we had purple people or people with horns or people with neon green eyes….💔” im like. yall cant even handle black people…yall cant even handle caring about people like 5 shades darker than you….u want the world to be ‘whimsical’ or whatever yet ur completely fine with white supremacy 😭 evil ass individuals u cant handle a cyclops or a fairy u cant even handle hip hop!!!!
he looks down in shame. and ryomen sukuna is never ashamed of anything he’s done, and he’s done a lot of shit.
“that asshole was putting his hands on you” he huffs and looks at your chest instead of your eyes “so yes, again” you’ve never looked this visibly annoyed, and what was scaring him even more is how calm your voice was.
“look at me, not my tits ryomen” you narrow your eyes, he immediately looks up “yes ma’am” you grab his collar and the security turns a blind eye(he’s been getting on their nerves also)
“when I say no stupid shit, that means no-” you give him a hard slap “-jail, got it?” he just nods his face didn’t even budge, of course you don’t intend to harm your husband and you’re not abusive. sometimes with ryomen sukuna you literally need to smack some sense into him.
“yes ma’am” he nods again, “can you bail me now?” you roll your eyes “im not picking you up again, call choso” ryomens eyebrows knit together in annoyance “but i want you to pick me up” if anyone didn’t know any better, he’s whining for you to pick him up.
“no ryo” he tilts his head and subconsciously pouts then leans in “cmon woman, stop being a brat” his words have no bite, but when you smile he scowls.
you take a deep sigh and close your eyes, “last time” “i promise baby” he smirks.
you both know this definitely isn’t the first, nor the last.
ps. ok pinky promise this is the last drabble after this ima finish two more request than boxer choso is coming😭 taglist : : @in-aa @chewiebee @applelite @crybabylulu @yassifie-d @ai-no-tegami @silverwfern @oksukuna
Class clown!Gojo who…goes about getting your attention in the most infuriating ways. He can’t help it, alright- who’d have thought that the most popular guy on campus, the prez of Jujutsu Epsilon brotherhood, the 5-time winner of Most Desirable Physics Student (a feat, okay) would have trouble flirting?
Class clown!Gojo who tugs on your metaphorical pigtails: he throws paper planes your way, he whispers stupid jokes to you during class, he DMs you about homework at 2AM when he knows that there was absolutely none- just to give you a little heart attack, heh. Much the same way that you make him feel just sitting next to him.
Class clown!Gojo who tries and tries and tries again to get your affection—or at least your attention. Enough so that it’s become a running joke amongst Yaga’s class to see whether or not you’d cave in - finally stop hiding your smile at his idiocy - by the end of semester. Gojo himself has cashed on the bet saying yes- of course, you will.
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content: MDNI, teacher × student, mutual masturbation, praise, depraved (and kinda mean) Nanami, p in v, raw dogging.
pairing: tutor!nanami × student!reader
words: 2.7k
a/n: guys, please be nice this is my first time writing 2 ppl going at it... also last bit isnt proofread sorry !
Tick-tock— the grandfather clock in your parents' vintage home rang out in your head, drowning out every other sound in the background. Seconds went by with every tick, but the hour didn't seem to pass any quicker.
Your back hunched over the white marbled table in front of you in a poor display of attentiveness. Far too uninterested to even bother. It was a Saturday night, and the last thing you wanted was to sit through a two-hour session of physics. What did he expect, asking for extra time on a weekend?
“You could at least pretend to listen,” he sighed.
You groaned out in response. Leaning back against your chair, stretching out your muscles. Your eyes filmed in weariness made their way to those biiiig arms folded on the table. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, but that didn't help hide the definition you could clearly see. Biceps practically begging for escape and veins so prominent. You tilted your head up as slowly as you could, scanning over the expanse of broad shoulders that stretched out his blue shirt. Finally making contact with a scowl you'd seen far too many times on that perfectly chiselled face.
“You know, I should leave this job for the amount of disrespect you constantly show me.” He huffed out.
“Yet you still don't seem to be leaving,” you replied, meeting Nanami's honey brown eyes. They were captivating, and you swore you could just stare into them forever, but even that went out the window when it came to his lectures on wave-particle duality, “And you know how much I hate physics.” You pouted, only to be acknowledged with a roll of his eyes, but you couldn't help but smile.
After a month of his tutoring, you picked up on how silently sassy the man could be, and it was amusing, to say the least. Honestly, it was kind of hot, his snarky replies and sarcastic scolding. In turn, setting him off, teasing him, and not listening to him became a bit of a habit. You always knew he'd let you off the hook. In the end, you did come back with completed work and good grades, so what was he gonna do?
Who knew that today was the day you'd find out? “That doesn't mean you can do whatever you want in my time. Sit up.” He scolded with no real bite, yet you straightened up anyway.
𓇢𓆸
“Can't we just chill a little?” You fluttered your lashes his way, hoping for a reaction. Getting none as per usual, but that never stopped you. “I'm tired..” You whined, slouching over the table as your arm carelessly grazed against his. The slight touch filled you with delight, carving a mischievous little smile on your face. One that didn’t go unnoticed by him.
You were always like this—disobedient, teasing, touching, and testing his resolve every other session. Just because you were bored? He wondered, looking down at your lazy form with indifference.
Indifference that was an everyday trial. Forcing himself to look away as you let your t-shirt slide down your shoulder, as your skirt hiked up higher and higher, as your top hung dangerously low.
Most of all, when you weren't around.
When it was late night, and he could see your pretty eyes looking up at him, pleading. Late night when he had to convince himself not to let the thoughts stray and allow imagination any creative liberty. No matter how bad it got, the immorality of it always stopped those shaky hands. Despite how much he ached for merely picturing it.
Anger pitted in his stomach from how little control he had around you. Stupid little girl biting off more than she could chew. His eyes stared down, and you could feel his hard gaze, revelling in it.
Your chin kissed the marble table, bangs bunched over closed eyelids, feigning sleep as you waited for his scolding but the chide never came. Instead, you were overcome by a sudden clench in your chest.
He brushed a few strands of hair aside. So gentle, as if anything harsher could break you, yet you still could’ve fallen apart, breath hitching at the sudden gesture.
Strike one.
He’d broken the barrier. The little touch tipped over any sense he had left, crossing the established boundary between a teacher and student. Your hot breath caressed his hand as a soft call of your name left him with a sigh. “How many times have I told you to get enough rest before my class so you don’t have to sit here all exhausted?”
All of your vocabulary must have been exiled from your brain because when you looked up, through scrunched brows, not a single word left your mouth.
“Tell me, sweetheart, is disrespecting me and my time truly so entertaining?” He grumbled. His fingers ran up your scalp, moving through your hair before coming down to raise your chin up.
A shy “no” was all you could manage saying to the older man. Which he mirrored, mockingly, thumb brushing over your lips just barely. It tickled, making your eyes go wide.
Strike two.
“Mr. Nanami–”
He tsked. “Just Nanami. If you're so persistent on being casual, then let's be casual.”
Your eyes followed down to his thumb lingering over your lips. A pause, a chance. To pull away, pretend this never happened. An unsaid protest, begging you to deny him, his depravity riddled with guilt.
Your mind weighed the gravity and situation. All these months of toying with him. Did you know what you were asking for?
He waited, yet you still didn't pull away. Lips parting, you let him guide his thumb into your mouth, pushing against your tongue. His shoulders tensed as he let out a deep sigh.
A faint crease etched between his brows in pleasure as he felt that warmth. Maybe not where he would've preferred, but any of you was enough. Or so he thought before feeling your lips wrap around him.
“Is this what it's like? Having your full attention?” He asked, making you turn up to him. A wet pop sounded out as he pulled away his thumb. Lost in a daze, you watched the man turn, shifting closer.
“My parents–”
“Aren't going to be home anytime soon as you mentioned over the phone so eagerly.” His words knocked the air out of your lungs.
Heavy wood dragged against the marble floor with a reverberating scrape. His hand rested under the seat of your chair, bringing you closer. The newly familiar touch found your shoulder, up to the smooth skin underneath carelessly draped fabric.
Gently, he pushed your soft locks aside, letting him trace over your collarbone. “This what you wanted?” His warm breath ghosted over your neck.
A chill ran up your spine before turning into warmth, fluttering down your chest and pooling in your stomach. “Mhm,” was all you could breathe out.
His lips placed softly against your neck, then deepening into heavier kisses that pulled a gasp from you. As it turned messy, his hand began stalking up your thigh. Fingers hesitant, as if frightened by what he might find.
His hand shook, scared of what he might do when he finally felt you. Felt how plush and wet you were. His hand continued, watching your expressions.
“So pretty like this,” he whispered.
Seeing you, feeling the heat radiating off of you, Nanami had to steady himself. Not let his urges get the better of him. Not spread you open on this table and fuck you like the madman you made him. No, he was a gentleman after all.
Even so, his restraint faltered, "God." He muttered under his breath.
The pad of his thumb dipped into your pussy, feeling the drenched fabric, which earned a rough chuckle.
Pink dusted your cheeks at the sound, embarrassed by how little it took to get you this wet. He barely touched you, yet you could've soaked through your skirt.
His thumb ran over the sticky material, languidly rubbing in circles, “Fuck Mr—” you choked out. Only urging him to increase pressure, finding your clit with ease.
“Just Nanami, sweetheart.” He growled against your neck, his pace almost coming to a stop.
“No- Please,” you pleaded, the words shaky between hurried breaths.
He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he teased you over what he assumed to be cotton. It was all that separated him from you, but you wanted more needed to feel him.
His back straightened as you leaned into him, pulling away.
“Get up.”
“What?” Your heart dropped. Was that it? Some humiliation ritual— Get you wet, then have you clean up, back to physics like nothing happened?
“I don't think I was speaking in code,” he replied, voice stern and controlled.
With whatever shred of dignity you could muster, you stood up to turn towards your room before he stopped you.
“Where are you going?” He raised a brow.
“You said– you asked me to get up?” You huffed out, trying to come off as hostile, but the crack in your voice was a dead giveaway.
“Yes. On the table, sweetheart. I'm not that horrible...” His hand came up to your waist, and it didn't feel so hard to breathe again.
In seconds, he had you hauled against the table, his hands rough against your body, lifting you up like nothing. The sound of books and stationery falling in the background, forgotten as your thighs met the cold marble surface.
"Show me." He demanded, a bulge forming in his beige slacks. His face contorted watching you pull up your skirt. Spreading your legs apart, just how he'd asked. Now you listened?
As soon as he saw it, Nanami shook his head in disapproval. Tutting your inappropriate choice of clothing, pink lace clinging to your mound.
"All of it."
He stood still in his place. His hands curled into fists, knuckles turning white as you peeled it off reluctantly. So unsure— so perfect.
He could tell you were aching for it. As he had so many nights. He wanted only to prolong it. To see how much you could take.
He groaned at the sight. The one he denied himself all these past months. But who could say no to that?
“Spread for me.”
Your ears turned red at the command, feeling exposed enough awaiting some reassurance, though it never came. Still, you listened, fingers parting your dewy folds, looking at him, dragging over your slit forcing a moan. Your middle finger slid right in, and you tried so, so hard to keep your composure which of course he picked up.
The metal click of unbuckling caught you by surprise, following down to the white of boxers visible under his pants.His length strained against the material, pleading for release, but his attention stayed on you. Jaw tightening at the scene of your uncertain fingers circling over your bud all nice and slow. Restrained groans came from his mouth, as he palmed himself through his underwear.
He could no longer keep up the harsh demeanour. Watching you be so obedient and attentive, praises naturally cascaded from his lips as he got on his knees, inching closer. "Oh- that's it, yeah, good girl.” His hot breath on your bare pussy.
Your eyes fluttered shut. Head tilting back and taking in his words, your hand moved at a relentless pace chasing the high they brought on.
"So beautiful, sweetheart- being s' good.” He nodded, placing a kiss to your inner thigh. His hand disappeared under his waistband. The sight made your stomach flip. The much larger, older man propped up on his knees, panting with his cheek against your thigh, touching himself.
He buried his face into your thigh, groaning as he felt thick fluid coat his hand.
It was his turn to be embarrassed now at his pathetic lack of self possession. Fucking his fist and coming in his pants to his student. His favourite student. Though he couldn't shake the guilt, the pleasure overrode it.
“Take your top off.”
“You take it off” You retorted, the confidence you'd lost earlier coming back tenfold after watching the grown ass man get on his knees for you.
Nanami cocked up a brow and scoffed before smiling. Ah, yes, there she is. As he towered over you again, his touch came down soft on you, finding your waist and hooking under your shirt to pull it off. He didn't waste a second, your bra following shortly after, discarded so thoughtlessly.
One hand squeezed your breast, as the other wrapped around your back pulling you closer, his gaze holding yours. His thumb teased your nipple, rubbing and pressing into your bud. He loved how your face faltered because of him. As much as he wanted you, he needed you to feel good.
The older man’s nose trailed down your neck to between your chest. His mouth latched onto a nipple, the feeling hot and almost ticklish on your skin. You squirmed as he bit and teased. “Need to feel you.” You let out.
“You are feeling me.” He replied, suckling on your breast. Still stubborn to cross a certain limit. You whined in response but he wouldn't give in, taking his sweet time to enjoy all of you. Like it was the last time he'd see you.
You pulled yourself closer wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to get some friction between your thighs, rutting against his abs. “Jesus, are you that desperate?” He turned his head up to you. “Nanami.” You pleaded with your eyes big.
He knew what you wanted or where you wanted him but he also knew there would be no coming back from it. Nanami sighed, tilting his head to the side as he cupped your cheek. “Are you sure?” He asked, his earlier tone wavering. If he did this he wasn't sure he could see you again, knowing what he'd done to you. You nodded, placing your hand over his to plant a kiss on his palm. He couldn't bear to deny that look.
Your tutor begrudgingly pulled himself free from his boxers, forehead against yours. His cock sprang against your thigh. The size took you by surprise which he noticed. “S’ okay. I'll go slow, okay?” “Mhm.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he coated himself in your slick. His fat cockhead dragging up and down your entrance.
A pressure built at your opening making you groan in pain. It had been a while since you last indulged yourself and he was definitely more than what you were used to. “Just relax, sweetheart. You're doing so well.” Your nails dug into his back over blue cloth and slowly he pushed in making your eyes squeeze shut.
He was thick, stretching you out like nothing before. Inch by inch till his tip kissed your cervix.
God, he could've come right then. His skin was wet against your forehead, his restraint breaking a sweat but he waited to adjust to his size. Finally as your breath steadied he began to move. Slow but agonising. You could feel every bit of him. Every pulsing vein brushing your walls. A tear slipped past your waterline while he drew further out and thrusted back in.
Sounds of skin slapping and your pussy squelching full of your favourite tutor erupted the room. Light shone in through the French windows behind him. Your hurried breaths mingled, his lips meeting yours to muffle the noisy moans from his faster pace. He fucked your cunt raw till the pressure built deep in your stomach. “Fuck- squeezin me s’ tight.” He heaved. Knowing you were close he maintained his speed. Till the tension snapped.
It elicited a cry right from your core. Walls clamped down, gushing all around him making him rush out his length shooting thick ropes of cum all over your pretty skirt. “Shit– M’ so sorry, sweetheart...” He exclaimed bashfully, unable to look at you. He hardly managed to pull out in time like some reckless pussydrunk teenager. “S’ okay,” you panted, bringing his eyes down to yours with a smile.
That same innocent smile that had gotten him into this.
How could he possibly come back from this now? How would he go back to normal sessions after being inside that perfect warm cunt? Maybe this was the last time he could see you. His lips crashed onto yours, holding the kiss for a good while. Savoring you the best he could.
p.s. would really love if you guys let me know if you liked this :)
content: MDNI, teacher × student, mutual masturbation, praise, depraved (and kinda mean) Nanami, p in v, raw dogging.
pairing: tutor!nanami × student!reader
words: 2.7k
a/n: guys, please be nice this is my first time writing 2 ppl going at it... also last bit isnt proofread sorry !
Tick-tock— the grandfather clock in your parents' vintage home rang out in your head, drowning out every other sound in the background. Seconds went by with every tick, but the hour didn't seem to pass any quicker.
Your back hunched over the white marbled table in front of you in a poor display of attentiveness. Far too uninterested to even bother. It was a Saturday night, and the last thing you wanted was to sit through a two-hour session of physics. What did he expect, asking for extra time on a weekend?
“You could at least pretend to listen,” he sighed.
You groaned out in response. Leaning back against your chair, stretching out your muscles. Your eyes filmed in weariness made their way to those biiiig arms folded on the table. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, but that didn't help hide the definition you could clearly see. Biceps practically begging for escape and veins so prominent. You tilted your head up as slowly as you could, scanning over the expanse of broad shoulders that stretched out his blue shirt. Finally making contact with a scowl you'd seen far too many times on that perfectly chiselled face.
“You know, I should leave this job for the amount of disrespect you constantly show me.” He huffed out.
“Yet you still don't seem to be leaving,” you replied, meeting Nanami's honey brown eyes. They were captivating, and you swore you could just stare into them forever, but even that went out the window when it came to his lectures on wave-particle duality, “And you know how much I hate physics.” You pouted, only to be acknowledged with a roll of his eyes, but you couldn't help but smile.
After a month of his tutoring, you picked up on how silently sassy the man could be, and it was amusing, to say the least. Honestly, it was kind of hot, his snarky replies and sarcastic scolding. In turn, setting him off, teasing him, and not listening to him became a bit of a habit. You always knew he'd let you off the hook. In the end, you did come back with completed work and good grades, so what was he gonna do?
Who knew that today was the day you'd find out? “That doesn't mean you can do whatever you want in my time. Sit up.” He scolded with no real bite, yet you straightened up anyway.
𓇢𓆸
“Can't we just chill a little?” You fluttered your lashes his way, hoping for a reaction. Getting none as per usual, but that never stopped you. “I'm tired..” You whined, slouching over the table as your arm carelessly grazed against his. The slight touch filled you with delight, carving a mischievous little smile on your face. One that didn’t go unnoticed by him.
You were always like this—disobedient, teasing, touching, and testing his resolve every other session. Just because you were bored? He wondered, looking down at your lazy form with indifference.
Indifference that was an everyday trial. Forcing himself to look away as you let your t-shirt slide down your shoulder, as your skirt hiked up higher and higher, as your top hung dangerously low.
Most of all, when you weren't around.
When it was late night, and he could see your pretty eyes looking up at him, pleading. Late night when he had to convince himself not to let the thoughts stray and allow imagination any creative liberty. No matter how bad it got, the immorality of it always stopped those shaky hands. Despite how much he ached for merely picturing it.
Anger pitted in his stomach from how little control he had around you. Stupid little girl biting off more than she could chew. His eyes stared down, and you could feel his hard gaze, revelling in it.
Your chin kissed the marble table, bangs bunched over closed eyelids, feigning sleep as you waited for his scolding but the chide never came. Instead, you were overcome by a sudden clench in your chest.
He brushed a few strands of hair aside. So gentle, as if anything harsher could break you, yet you still could’ve fallen apart, breath hitching at the sudden gesture.
Strike one.
He’d broken the barrier. The little touch tipped over any sense he had left, crossing the established boundary between a teacher and student. Your hot breath caressed his hand as a soft call of your name left him with a sigh. “How many times have I told you to get enough rest before my class so you don’t have to sit here all exhausted?”
All of your vocabulary must have been exiled from your brain because when you looked up, through scrunched brows, not a single word left your mouth.
“Tell me, sweetheart, is disrespecting me and my time truly so entertaining?” He grumbled. His fingers ran up your scalp, moving through your hair before coming down to raise your chin up.
A shy “no” was all you could manage saying to the older man. Which he mirrored, mockingly, thumb brushing over your lips just barely. It tickled, making your eyes go wide.
Strike two.
“Mr. Nanami–”
He tsked. “Just Nanami. If you're so persistent on being casual, then let's be casual.”
Your eyes followed down to his thumb lingering over your lips. A pause, a chance. To pull away, pretend this never happened. An unsaid protest, begging you to deny him, his depravity riddled with guilt.
Your mind weighed the gravity and situation. All these months of toying with him. Did you know what you were asking for?
He waited, yet you still didn't pull away. Lips parting, you let him guide his thumb into your mouth, pushing against your tongue. His shoulders tensed as he let out a deep sigh.
A faint crease etched between his brows in pleasure as he felt that warmth. Maybe not where he would've preferred, but any of you was enough. Or so he thought before feeling your lips wrap around him.
“Is this what it's like? Having your full attention?” He asked, making you turn up to him. A wet pop sounded out as he pulled away his thumb. Lost in a daze, you watched the man turn, shifting closer.
“My parents–”
“Aren't going to be home anytime soon as you mentioned so eagerly over the phone.” His words knocked the air out of your lungs.
Heavy wood dragged against the marble floor with a reverberating scrape. His hand rested under the seat of your chair, bringing you closer. The newly familiar touch found your shoulder, up to the smooth skin underneath carelessly draped fabric.
Gently, he pushed your soft locks aside, letting him trace over your collarbone. “This what you wanted?” His warm breath ghosted over your neck.
A chill ran up your spine before turning into warmth, fluttering down your chest and pooling in your stomach. “Mhm,” was all you could breathe out.
His lips placed softly against your neck, then deepening into heavier kisses that pulled a gasp from you. As it turned messy, his hand began stalking up your thigh. Fingers hesitant, as if frightened by what he might find.
His hand shook, scared of what he might do when he finally felt you. Felt how plush and wet you were. His hand continued, watching your expressions.
“So pretty like this,” he whispered.
Seeing you, feeling the heat radiating off of you, Nanami had to steady himself. Not let his urges get the better of him. Not spread you open on this table and fuck you like the madman you made him. No, he was a gentleman after all.
Even so, his restraint faltered, "God." He muttered under his breath.
The pad of his thumb dipped into your pussy, feeling the drenched fabric, which earned a rough chuckle.
Pink dusted your cheeks at the sound, embarrassed by how little it took to get you this wet. He barely touched you, yet you could've soaked through your skirt.
His thumb ran over the sticky material, languidly rubbing in circles, “Fuck Mr—” you choked out. Only urging him to increase pressure, finding your clit with ease.
“Just Nanami, sweetheart.” He growled against your neck, his pace almost coming to a stop.
“No- Please,” you pleaded, the words shaky between hurried breaths.
He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he teased you over what he assumed to be cotton. It was all that separated him from you, but you wanted more needed to feel him.
His back straightened as you leaned into him, pulling away.
“Get up.”
“What?” Your heart dropped. Was that it? Some humiliation ritual— Get you wet, then have you clean up, back to physics like nothing happened?
“I don't think I was speaking in code,” he replied, voice stern and controlled.
With whatever shred of dignity you could muster, you stood up to turn towards your room before he stopped you.
“Where are you going?” He raised a brow.
“You said– you asked me to get up?” You huffed out, trying to come off as hostile, but the crack in your voice was a dead giveaway.
“Yes. On the table, sweetheart. I'm not that horrible...” His hand came up to your waist, and it didn't feel so hard to breathe again.
In seconds, he had you hauled against the table, his hands rough against your body, lifting you up like nothing. The sound of books and stationery falling in the background, forgotten as your thighs met the cold marble surface.
"Show me." He demanded, a bulge forming in his beige slacks. His face contorted watching you pull up your skirt. Spreading your legs apart, just how he'd asked. Now you listened?
As soon as he saw it, Nanami shook his head in disapproval. Tutting your inappropriate choice of clothing, pink lace clinging to your mound.
"All of it."
He stood still in his place. His hands curled into fists, knuckles turning white as you peeled it off reluctantly. So unsure— so perfect.
He could tell you were aching for it. As he had so many nights. He wanted only to prolong it. To see how much you could take.
He groaned at the sight. The one he denied himself all these past months. But who could say no to that?
“Spread for me.”
Your ears turned red at the command, feeling exposed enough awaiting some reassurance, though it never came. Still, you listened, fingers parting your dewy folds, looking at him, dragging over your slit forcing a moan. Your middle finger slid right in, and you tried so, so hard to keep your composure which of course he picked up.
The metal click of unbuckling caught you by surprise, following down to the white of boxers visible under his pants.His length strained against the material, pleading for release, but his attention stayed on you. Jaw tightening at the scene of your uncertain fingers circling over your bud all nice and slow. Restrained groans came from his mouth, as he palmed himself through his underwear.
He could no longer keep up the harsh demeanour. Watching you be so obedient and attentive, praises naturally cascaded from his lips as he got on his knees, inching closer. "Oh- that's it, yeah, good girl.” His hot breath on your bare pussy.
Your eyes fluttered shut. Head tilting back and taking in his words, your hand moved at a relentless pace chasing the high they brought on.
"So beautiful, sweetheart- being s' good.” He nodded, placing a kiss to your inner thigh. His hand disappeared under his waistband. The sight made your stomach flip. The much larger, older man propped up on his knees, panting with his cheek against your thigh, touching himself.
He buried his face into your thigh, groaning as he felt thick fluid coat his hand.
It was his turn to be embarrassed now at his pathetic lack of self possession. Fucking his fist and coming in his pants to his student. His favourite student. Though he couldn't shake the guilt, the pleasure overrode it.
“Take your top off.”
“You take it off” You retorted, the confidence you'd lost earlier coming back tenfold after watching the grown ass man get on his knees for you.
Nanami cocked up a brow and scoffed before smiling. Ah, yes, there she is. As he towered over you again, his touch came down soft on you, finding your waist and hooking under your shirt to pull it off. He didn't waste a second, your bra following shortly after, discarded so thoughtlessly.
One hand squeezed your breast, as the other wrapped around your back pulling you closer, his gaze holding yours. His thumb teased your nipple, rubbing and pressing into your bud. He loved how your face faltered because of him. As much as he wanted you, he needed you to feel good.
The older man’s nose trailed down your neck to between your chest. His mouth latched onto a nipple, the feeling hot and almost ticklish on your skin. You squirmed as he bit and teased. “Need to feel you.” You let out.
“You are feeling me.” He replied, suckling on your breast. Still stubborn to cross a certain limit. You whined in response but he wouldn't give in, taking his sweet time to enjoy all of you. Like it was the last time he'd see you.
You pulled yourself closer wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to get some friction between your thighs, rutting against his abs. “Jesus, are you that desperate?” He turned his head up to you. “Nanami.” You pleaded with your eyes big.
He knew what you wanted or where you wanted him but he also knew there would be no coming back from it. Nanami sighed, tilting his head to the side as he cupped your cheek. “Are you sure?” He asked, his earlier tone wavering. If he did this he wasn't sure he could see you again, knowing what he'd done to you. You nodded, placing your hand over his to plant a kiss on his palm. He couldn't bear to deny that look.
Your tutor begrudgingly pulled himself free from his boxers, forehead against yours. His cock sprang against your thigh. The size took you by surprise which he noticed. “S’ okay. I'll go slow, okay?” “Mhm.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he coated himself in your slick. His fat cockhead dragging up and down your entrance.
A pressure built at your opening making you groan in pain. It had been a while since you last indulged yourself and he was definitely more than what you were used to. “Just relax, sweetheart. You're doing so well.” Your nails dug into his back over blue cloth and slowly he pushed in making your eyes squeeze shut.
He was thick, stretching you out like nothing before. Inch by inch till his tip kissed your cervix.
God, he could've come right then. His skin was wet against your forehead, his restraint breaking a sweat but he waited to adjust to his size. Finally as your breath steadied he began to move. Slow but agonising. You could feel every bit of him. Every pulsing vein brushing your walls. A tear slipped past your waterline while he drew further out and thrusted back in.
Sounds of skin slapping and your pussy squelching full of your favourite tutor erupted the room. Light shone in through the French windows behind him. Your hurried breaths mingled, his lips meeting yours to muffle the noisy moans from his faster pace. He fucked your cunt raw till the pressure built deep in your stomach. “Fuck- squeezin me s’ tight.” He heaved. Knowing you were close he maintained his speed. Till the tension snapped.
It elicited a cry right from your core. Walls clamped down, gushing all around him making him rush out his length shooting thick ropes of cum all over your pretty skirt. “Shit– M’ so sorry, sweetheart...” He exclaimed bashfully, unable to look at you. He hardly managed to pull out in time like some reckless pussydrunk teenager. “S’ okay,” you panted, bringing his eyes down to yours with a smile.
That same innocent smile that had gotten him into this.
How could he possibly come back from this now? How would he go back to normal sessions after being inside that perfect warm cunt? Maybe this was the last time he could see you. His lips crashed onto yours, holding the kiss for a good while. Savoring you the best he could.
p.s. would really love if you guys let me know if you liked this :)
cult leader!geto doing your routinely hole inspection…
he’s grown to like you over the years, noticing you in the sea of others, his most loyal and devoted follower. He’s grown to like you so much, he feels the need to keep you close…really close. The others notice how he favors you in every way, and they also notice how you sneak away into his room at night. Why? They have zero clue. Some spread rumors that you’re getting a reward or allowance of some kind, some say that he’s secretly hypnotizing you. Truth be told, they weren’t completely wrong.
Every night like clock work you end up over his lap, shorts and panties bunched at your ankles while his hand caresses your ass. He’s gentle, and soft spoken, humming at the sight of you in front of him. Little words are spoken, but you enjoy it so much that you look forward to this moment when the day ends.
You lay across his lap, empty headed smile on your face, his hands spread your ass, kneading at the flesh. A brow raises, noticing you were wearing your plug, the one he specifically told you to wear this morning. He spreads your ass wider, your hips lifting instinctively, allowing him a better view. “Hm, you’re wet,” he plainly states, spreading your pussy with his thumb. “Poor girl, you can’t help yourself, can you?” He asks in a mocking tone, gathering some of your slick and rubbing it against your clit in slow circles.
Your bottom lip catches between your teeth, eyes fluttering shut as your back arches at his touch. “I’m sorry,” you meekly say. He knows you weren’t really sorry because you get like this every time. No matter what, your pussy always ends up soaked, basically begging for attention from him. He doesn’t get upset with you, he understands it’s natural, he understands a woman like you has needs and wants and that’s why he’s here. Think of it as his way of saying thank you for your loyalty.
Two thick fingers slip right in, your gummy walls wrapping around them. His other hand follows the curve of your spine, sliding up to grip the back of your neck as he curls his fingers inside of you, slowly pumping them. “Are you wet because of the plug or because of me?” He honestly asks, no shame behind his words. His eyes focus on the way his fingers glisten in your juices, thick and creamy.
“A-ah…both,” you whimper. “But mostly you.”
He smirks to himself, the slick sounds of your pussy echoing off the walls of his bedroom, growing louder the more wet you get. “You’re always so honest…such a good girl,” he breathes. “It’s why you’re my favorite.” He pumps his fingers faster, hitting up against your g-spot, but not too rough.
Your eyes roll back, jaw slack as whimpers escape your throat. You claw at his sheets, nails digging to the fabric, your toes curling from the immense pleasure. It’s something that’s been on your mind all day, and after hours and hours of pretending like you weren’t a wet and horny mess, you get to finally let go and feel everything all at once.
It hits you so suddenly, your heart beat quickening, your mind starts to go blank, and all you can feel is his fingers working inside of you, stretching your pussy. “Gonna…cum…nnngh,” you choke out, breathing heavily. His grip on the back of your neck tightens, holding you in place as he finger fucks you, feeling your pussy clench tighter the closer you get. He watches the way your body shakes in his hold, your moans falling upon his ears when you finally cum. Your body relaxes in his lap as he removes his fingers, rubbing your mess all over your folds, brushing against your throbbing clit.
“Despite being a messy little thing today, your inspection is finished.” His hand swats against the fat of your ass. “Now, come clean your mess off of my fingers.”
a little something while I work on part 5 if insatiable <3
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 slit—just a graze, just over your clit—and he doesn’t let your eyes leave the mirror as he draws back his pinky dripping with your slick.
“go on, princess,” he rasps into your neck. “m’listening.”
but he’s not just listening. your boyfriend is still in his boxers—unfair, really, because you’re 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. “i can’t.”
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. “y’got a pretty mouth, dollface. wanna hear you use it.”
in the mirror your thighs are still aching, chest heaving, and toji fushiguro has slipped his cock out of his shorts. you’re 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?”
he lets the soaked head tap against your ass—once, twice—before 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?” he lets his precum smear over the folds. “start talking.”
you swallow, eyes glazed with lust and hips stuttering as you force the courage to speak. “i…i have nice tits.”
“breasts,” toji growls into your neck. “breasts, dollface. say it properly.”
your thighs squeeze. your eyes are teary when you look in the mirror, face flushed, tits heaving. "i have nice breasts."
"mmh," toji slides a palm up your side. he lets his thumb brush against your aching nipple, before twisting and stretching the pebbled peak between his fingers. you arch into him on instinct. "so nice, dollface. and what else? look at this pussy in the mirror, baby. tell me all about it."
his thumb presses into your clit. but then he slides it away.
you moan, loud, slick dripping down your thighs. toji’s cock twitches against your ass, but clearly he’s got the self control of a god.
your lashes are tear rimmed. “i have—i have a pretty pussy!”
“so pretty,” he murmurs, tugging your clit before pressing his thumb against it, rubbing slow circles over the bud. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever fucking seen. so wet and noisy for me. tell me more, sweetheart.”
“my pussy is so tight,” you rasp, breathless and hips twitching as toji rubs his thumb against the sensitive bud. “hnngh—so tight and wet for you, toji.”
"yeah?" he murmurs against your ear. his cock nudges your slick folds, pulsing and throbbing at the entrance. "love this fucking pussy, you know that?"
you can only whimper in response.
"love how puffy it is," he continues, dragging his swollen cockhead up your slit, only to drag it down again. "love how it tries to swallow me. see that, baby? see how it slobbers all over my cock?” he pushes his swollen head in as your cunt flutters around him. “fucking perfect.”
“toji—“ you gasp, “please—“
“please what?” he growls, pushing his hips into you. his thick cock swells between your folds, pulsing and stretching your puffy cunt. “want me to play with this pussy, baby? fuck you so hard your tits bounce in the mirror?”
“mhm—“
“words, sweetheart.”
“want you to fuck me,” you gasp out, hips bucking back to chase his cockhead and push him deeper into your folds. “want you to play with my pussy and fuck me till i’m dripping—“
“fuck,” toji groans, slamming into you, hard. “thaaaat’s my fucking girl. see how easy it is to please me?”
𐙚 — I’m the Type to Bend Over, Take all the D*ck !
𐙚 JJK men [GOJO+GETO, CHOSO, HIGURUMA, NANAMI, TOJI+SUKUNA] x fem!reader | artwork by @/thatsallitchief | divider by @/cursed-carmine | mdni | m.list
𐙚 If there was anybody on campus that everyone wanted to get their hands on, it was you. Luckily for some guys, their wishes came true.
𐙚 a/n: these are separate but if you squint hard enough they’re connected :p
𐙚 Satoru Gojo ! ft. 𐙚 Suguru Geto !
[blowjob, slight hair pulling]
It all started at frat!jo's party.
“Well aren’t you just the prettiest star with my cock in your mouth?”
Satoru’s hand had a fistful of your hair, holding you steady while he fucked that pretty throat of yours. He finally got his hands on you after trying for for-fucking-ever. Satoru liked pretty things, and the way his heart leapt the moment his eyes landed on you for the first time was cartoonish. And it seemed you were friends with everyone except him! Even his twin brother ?! But fuckkk it was worth the wait.
“Fuck- that’s a good girl take it.” Your eyes, your pretty eyes looked up at the white haired male while he stared right back down at you. He moans at the way your knees spread on the floor, skirt hiked upon your waist while your fingers teased that pearl between your legs. So wet, the eye rolling whimpers making your pussy throb. “Gonna c—um so deeep down your- fuck- throat star.”
Frantic fingers rubbed at your clit, hips rutting against the wet fingers. Saliva began to leak down your chin, tears caught up in your waterline. And Satoru…oh Satoru. Your hips sputter against your fingers- they didn’t feel fast enough to match the speed he fucked your throat. Pretty blue eyes rolled, mouth falling open as he pushed your head deeper onto his big cock, warm globs of cum filled the space while your pussy fluttered, swallowing every drop.
“Now Satoru, who throws a party and isn’t even present- woah.” The door opens, pretty boy Suguru Geto stares at the scene in shock. Now, he’s walked in on Satoru plenty of times, but the shocker was you.
You smack Satoru’s hand in your hair, his eyes shooting open as you released him from your mouth. “Sh-Shit star wait m’still sensitive-“ All 8 thick inches, pink tip leaking sadly at the loss of warmth
“Shut up! I thought you locked the door? Stupid.”
It’s Suguru who closes the door (after stepping in and locking it). “I got to say, I’m quite surprised to see you Y/N. Thought you didn’t like Satoru.” A teasing smirk raises on his lips, Satoru’s long arm wrapping around your shoulder, cock throbbing against your skirt.
“Was all just sexual tension, right star?” A slap to your ass has you scoffing.
“You come to join Suguru?” He asks excitedly, and that’s how you ended up with your skirt wrapped in Suguru’s fist while he fucked you into Satoru’s mattress like his life depended on it. The white haired man watching while he stroked his sensitive cock to match Suguru’s rhythm. Other than the beats of the music outside, the rhythmic thump ! thump ! creak-thump ! of Satoru’s bed showed. the poor wall behind it no mercy.
“Mmmhp- f-fuck slow down-“ Breathless broken moans pouring into the soft material below you. So wet that Suguru slipped in and out of you with ease, his thick cock head bullying that sweet spot inside of you. So deep that your pussy squeezed around him, the wet squelches of your pretty cunt messily painting a white ring around his cock.
“Hah— hahhh fuck Angel- y’feel so good..”
“S-Sugu-“ Your broken whines send Satoru’s thumb to cover his tip, cum threatening to spill over that pretty face of yours. Suguru shudders, eyes squeezing shut. His hand finds the center of your back, pushing you down to deepen your arch. “O-OH—!” Your body trembles, his biggg dick slipping even deeper into your waiting heat.
“Gonna cum so deep Angel- shit- shit— cumming…fuckkkk”
Fuck. Satoru wanted to take a picture at the scene, his cum splattering across of your face while Suguru’s cock was buried to the hilt as he filled you up, and you better not waste anything.
𐙚 Choso Kamo !
[ sex while under the influence, smoking during sex, fingering, squirting ]
You’ve always been plug!Choso's favorite customer.
You never once had to pay for a damn thing, all he asked for was company while he smoked. Choso who liked you so much (just as much as about anyone) he bought you pretty pink papers to roll your weed up in.
“Stop..teasing Cho.”
Choso who spoiled you so much he called you Princess, and you didn’t mind. The same man who had his pretty lips wrapped around your lipgloss stained blunt. Red eyes low while he lazily rubbed the thick tip of his dick over your cum coated hole. Like the princess you were, you had that pretty back arched for him just the way he liked you to, pink lacy panties pulled to the side.
“It’s so wet princess..” He sighs, tilting his head back as he took a hit of the blunt, inhaling the smoke before passing it down to you.
See, Choso liked taking his time with you. Every movement he made during sex was calculated, he knew what spots made you scream, and he knew what spots would have you squirting all over his bed. Many people wanted you, but Choso had you. He didn’t want to date, just company while he smoked…and pussy.
With his focus on that pretty gaping hole of yours, ready to take him again, Choso fed you like you wanted- like she wanted. Low groan escaping his lips, your eyes closing feeling yourself make room for his big dick as you sucked him in. His hands trembled lightly at your hips, fingers digging into your skin. Inch by inch he pushed all those inches deep inside.
“Mmmfuck Cho-“ You gasp softly, your other hand fisting the sheets while he rocked against you steadily. Your lips kissed the blunt, inhaling the smoke. The moment you took that deep breath, Choso pulls allll the way out with a pop ! before shoving his cock all back in.
“Shitttt, Princess.” He whines, your warm gummy walls swallowing him, begging him to go deeper. But Choso knew what you wanted, he always knew. Shaky hands hold the blunt up towards him. The room stuffy with sex and weed. The slapping of skin echoing throughout as he pounded into that pretty pussy slow but so hard. “Need to fill you up hm?”
The blunt passed back and forth between you two, the pap pap pap sound getting louder by the second. “A-Ahh Cho——w-wait fuck-“ Your head was spinning, mouth agape while he hit that spot over and over again. Drool spilled from your lips, and Choso looked down with those red eyes…
You cry out, the blunt between you two gets put out by Choso so he could fuck you faster with no distractions.
The sight so pretty he wanted to take a picture. “Rub that pretty clit for me princess…that’s right- good girlll.”
Bite marks on the back of your shoulders (that he’d definitely get yelled at for later), your pussy sucking him in and creaming. That white ring getting bigger and bigger by the second. “Right there-“ You groan, fingers making quick work of the sensitive pearl between your legs as you leaked down your fingers.
“Mmm right here?” He smirks down at you, biting his lip while he angled for that spot— that spot he knew drove you crazy.
It only made him want to go faster. To cum inside of you again. “Wanna see this hole— mmph— dripping when m’done-“ Your eyes roll, a shuddering sigh as your body relaxes, a cool breeze pouring over you, your pussy squeezing around him- milking him.
“Th-There she is..” Choso buries himself inside of you, angling at that spot to pour alll of his cum into. “Hahhh fuck..” He lets his head fall back, letting out a soft groan as he planted his seed.
“Spread open, princess.” his voice soft in your ear, inch by inch of his slick coated cock pulling out from your leaking pussy.
“mmmph..” you hold your pussy open for him, his cum seeping out and dripping down onto the soft surface of his bed. Your fingers take a quick dip inside, a small sigh leaving your lips while you throbbing around the digits as more of his cum poured out. Choso always came a lot.
Choso stroked his cock at the sight. Both of you sensitive to the slight overstimulation. But you held it open for him, and his cock slips right back in and out, in and out as you tug gently at your clit. Your legs had a slight tremble to them, eyes squeezing shut while he rutted back into you.
𐙚 Nanami Kento !
[choking, squirting]
It’s always a hassle when you don’t want to go to the gym with 𐙚 med student!Nanami, after promising you’d lock in this time.
“M-M’sorry Nana- f—fuck s’too deep-“
“Hahh…You’re not sorry, sweetheart. You do this every week.”
Your poor couch wasn’t ready for the “at home” exercise Nanami had planned for you this week.
“Does it hurt?” He hums. The firm grip on the back of your neck loosened. Your breath unsteady as your legs shook with a wet globing mess of his cum mixed with your juices trailing allll down your thighs. Shaking your head, you hiccuped, the cushion pillow beneath your head caught majority of your cries and pleasure filled tears.
“Feels good…” You whine, pretty pussy squeezing around Nanami’s thick cock that was buried to the hilt inside of you.
“Yeah? Where does it feel good sweetheart?” He coos, voice soft in your ear. Nanami’s hips pull back, dragging his longgg cock with him until the thick head pops ! out of your pussy. He took a long swipe of his cum pouring from your hole before he thrusted back in all at once. You squeal, the grip on your neck tightening back to just the way you liked it- the way Nanami knew you liked it.
“Ri—-ight there- !” A sharp gasp is pulled from your body, Nanami’s hand finding a grip on your ass cheek to see the mess he was making. Sweet groans spilled. Nanami’s glasses began to fog. He throws his head back, biting down on his lip with a small smack ! of your ass that has your pussy squeezing around him.
“Yeah? You like when I fuck you here sweetheart?” Cock bullying your puffy pussy. You swear you could feel him right in your heart with the repeated thrust thrust thrust he poured into you. And fuckkk you were so wet, Nanami couldn’t help the loud whine dripping from his lips.
“—-um— gonna…gonna cum ‘gin Nana.” Your eyes squeeze shut. Your warning whimpers did nothing for the man pounding into you. He made it worse- thick fingers leaving your ass to that pretty pearl right between your legs. “Nana-“
“She’s taking me so well, sweetheart.” His thrusts slowed, fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive clit that has your hips jerking. “Listen to that…” The wet sounds echoing across your apartment alongside your moans would definitely be a complaint from your neighbor later.
The fingers worked at your clit. Pound after pound he poured into you, tugging at the sensitive nerve until he felt that wet splash onto his thighs. “Fuck fuck— fuck !” The loud broken whimper of your high came crashing down, Nanami’s fingers still rubbing- his cock still fucking into you while you squirted.
“Good girl, sweetheart.” His hand leaves your neck, his body feeling hot as he leaned over you, kissing the pretty tears away from those pretty eyes. “So good for me, hm?” He cums with a shuddering sigh deep into your womb. The warmth making you shiver, repeated kisses littering your cheek as you panted against the pillow.
“We’re going to the gym tomorrow. Right sweetheart?”
𐙚 Toji Fushiguro ! ft. Ryomen Sukuna !
[degrading: reader gets called a slut, blowjob, fingering, spanking, choking, public sex, anal]
Now, college is fun. You’re a smart girl who has good grades. A smart girl who likes to party and have fun also. But too much fun can cause you to get pulled over by your favorite policemen. Unfortunately, the moment you got pulled over this time you were fucked.
“I know this car. Damn, you must like getting pulled over doll?”
“Tsk tsk. Brat, can’t stay out of trouble, can you?”
The taunting voices of 𐙚 police officer ! Toji and 𐙚 police officer ! Sukuna had you sighing as they knocked on your window.
Sukuna lets out a laugh, the both of them leaning on either side of your door— Toji taps the window with a smirk on his face. You let your windows down as you leaned your head on your steering wheel.
“What is it this time? You high?” Sukuna asks, straight up as he peered into your window. It wasn’t your first time getting pulled over by the two- in fact it’s always them when you get pulled over, and fuck they loved their job a bit too much when it came to you.
“No sir…” Which wasn’t entirely a lie, you were high but you’re sober now from how long you were over at Choso’s…
“Mmmhm. So why’re y’swervin like that this time of night, doll face?” Toji gruffs out as he shakes his head, tapping the roof of your car. “Cmon get out, you know the routine.”
Sukuna watched as you unbuckled your seatbelt, and he opens the door for you. The pink haired man’s flashlight flashed into your car as per the protocol, but you all knew they weren’t really going to arrest you.
Two of Toji’s thick fingers beckon you forward. His eyes trailing up your exposed legs curiously, a smirk curling in the corner of his scarred lip. It really wasn’t a good time. You were in really short shorts with one of Choso’s t-shirts that was a bit big on your frame that it exposed your bite mark littered shoulder, and the faint hickey’s littering your neck. No bra.
And then he got a realll good look at you. Your face flushed in embarrassment (and something more), your lips puffy looking, and most importantly…you squeezed your thighs together. Even Sukuna caught on and gave a knowing look to his partner.
“Hiding somethin’?” Sukuna’s deep voice from behind you sent shivers down your spine.
“No sir, Officer Sukuna.” You squeak. His body walking around yours as he looked you up and down, curious brow raised. Toji snorts, patting his shoulder as the taller man joined his side.
“Who was it this time? That Gojo boy?”
“Or is it the uhh- shit- what’s the long haired ones name?”
“Suguru Geto?”
“Yeah that one.”
The two cops laugh, beginning to talk about how much Satoru got on their nerves and how many parties they’ve had to give warning to. You roll your eyes, shifting in your step. “It was neither.”
Toji licks his lips as their focus turns back towards you. “Alright doll face. Sure I don’t need to check between those legs this time?” You bite your lip at the footsteps nearing you again. His thumb grazes your chin, tilting your head up and fuck he smelled good.
“I’m sure, Officer Fushiguro.” Your voice sweet, innocent sounding just the way everyone hears it while you bat those pretty lashes….Except Toji knew it was bullshit the moment you started acting sweet. His eyes narrow. Pulling back from you he starts walking to their car, talking Sukuna on the shoulder. The taller man pulls you in by your waist.
“What I tell you ‘bout lying brat? Hm?”
The road was dark apart from the orange hue of the campus streetlights nearby. Your body was hot as you whimpered against the dark hairs resting at the base of Toji’s cock, bent over with your legs spread, Choso’s cum leaking down your pussy while Sukuna spreads the soft skin of your ass open to watch.
“Lost your damn mind, doll face.” His big cock stretching your fucked lips, his hand finding your hair and tugging. A loud smack ! to your ass as you squealing around the twitching muscle, pre cum sliding down your throat.
Toji finds a slow steady rhythm at first, and oh…those pretty eyes looked up at him. “That’s it…take it.”
“You spoil her too much.” The man behind you huffs at his partner. Toji tugs at your hair, pulling a moan right out of you while he smirked.
“Shit- can’t help it. She’s s’pretty —heh- with my dick in her mouth. Aren’t you doll face?” He groans, saliva dripping down to his heavy balls that slapped against your chin.
You hear the clink of Sukuna’s belt being unbuckled, those thick fingers caressing your clit, making you shiver as you rolled your hips slightly for more friction. However, cum still dripped from that pretty pussy. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” He curses before those two fingers slip into your hole with ease- with familiarity. A loud squelch ! echoed throughout the dark road as he curled them inside of your heat.
“Fuckin slut.” And his fingers reached deep, causing you to squirm. You whine, hips pushing back. “Mmmph ‘Kuna-“ Your moans muffled. Your hand found the thick of Toji’s thighs to steady yourself while he fucked your throat.
“Tch, he pumped you full too.”
He adds another finger, the trio working you open. When it came down to Sukuna and Toji, you genuinely had to brace yourself. Toji’s cock slips from your mouth for you to take a breath, “Tongue out.” His hand holds your chin, watching your mouth fall open.
“That’s a good girl.” He stroked his cock with the collected spit. Two long strokes of his deep pink cock, the tip thick and almost red. Two thick veins underlined it down to his base. He tapped it against the flat of your tongue. Your tongue licks the dribble of pre cum, kissing the gorgeous tip. You hear Sukuna let out a soft groan behind you, his thumb rubbing your clit as his fingers fucked you faster.
“right there-“ you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut for a. “p-please m’so close ‘Kuna—“
“Gonna take care of you doll face.” Like they always did.
“Let us show you grown men fuck.”
“You’re really hardheaded. Thought I told you I didn’t want this pussy to be filled the next time I fucked you?”
Your head leaned back onto Toji’s shoulder, his big hand squeezing around your throat. “Sh-Shit— ahh- ah please!” Fast fingers rubbed at your clit. His cock fucking into the welcoming hole of your ass, while Sukuna’s big hands held your thighs spread wide open.
“Please what?” His hips slammed into yours, biggg cock stretching out the gummy walls of your pussy wide.
“Can’t take it-“
“Oh you can take it.” Toji huffs in your ear, the flushed head of his cock slipping in and out… in and out with ease. The sticky mess acting as lubricant between your legs. Your legs that shook violently in Sukuna’s grasp.
“M-Mhm..feels s’good don’t it?”
“Yes—! Yesohfuckohfuck”
They found a steady fast rhythm that had you hiccuping. The sounds of skin slapping and your incoherent moans echoed throughout the dark road. Anyone could drive by and see you being fucked by them.
Toji’s groans were loud in your ear. “Takin’ us s’good doll face…like a goood slut.”
“To—ji!” You whimper.
His grip on your neck loosening, “Yeah? You like that pretty girl? Like us fillin’ you up?” and he coos, bringing his fingers to your lips, “Spit.”
Saliva drips down your chin, the gathered spit going straight between your legs. You yelp, hips bucking as the feeling rushes over you. The wet splash between your legs splattered, only making them go faster.
Sukuna lets out a warning grunt. His face a light shade of pink, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Gonna fill you up the way I want to. Understand brat?”
“mm-‘hmm” You whine out, lips parting, your moans growing louder by the second. Between the cocks filling your holes, the fingers rubbing your clit, and the hand around your throat- fuck you could do this for days.
“Dont ever let me catch you like this again.” Sukuna’s voice was hot in your ear, Toji’s chuckle following after. Your insides were so warm. Letting out a breathless moan, you relax against Toji’s chest. Your holes full as they pulled out.
…and as a safety precaution, Sukuna drove you back to your apartment while Toji drove your car there.
𐙚 Hiromi Higuruma !
[public sex, pussy eating]
𐙚 law student!Higuruma abided by campus rules- any rules for that matter. He did things fairly by the law, he was a future lawyer after all.
“I—oh fuck-!” Sometimes, he didn’t. Very rarely.
His hands were hot on your thighs as he held them up, your back against the cool polished wood of the table. Front and center in the campus courtroom used for mock trial. Hiromi found his face buried comfortably between your legs.
His tongue lapped at your slick coated folds, moaning at the taste. Higuruma loved being between your legs after all. The way he ate you out with care, his nose rubbing against your clit. Your pussy dripping with saliva and your juices.
“You taste heavenly, have I ever told you that my sweet girl?” The way he ate you with care, the smell of your body oil filling his nose while he dove deeper into your heat. His tongue took a long stripe up to your clit, carrying your juices with it while he sucked on that pretty pearl.
“Hiro— ah-ah-“ You whimper, withering in his grasp. Your hand found his hair, pulling him in deeper. His tongue slips into your hole, your warmth welcoming him, and he groans. Your slick made a mess of his chin, his lips, and his nose.
“Mmfuck sweet girl. Tase’ so good.” His eyes close for a second, just taking in you. Fuck you drove him crazy. He lets up for just a bit, big eyes staring up at your skirt. You were still in your outfit, panties pulled to the side while he tongue fucked you.
“M’so close Hiro…f-fuck keep licking there.” The sloppy sound of Higuruma salvaging his meal echoed throughout the large empty room, sky dark outside. You were in there after the building closed for the day after all, even after the janitor did his rounds.
Two of his fingers slip there way into your hole making you squirm. He curls his fingers alongside his tongue, pressing up against that sweet spot inside of you. Your legs shook.
“Give it to me…You know what I want.” He spits a fat glob into your hole, fucking it right into you as as he panted, smug smile on his lips as he loosed his tie. You let yourself fall apart, his fingers reaching deeper into your pretty pussy.
“Gonna cum Hiro-“ You whimper. Higuruma’s tongue latches back onto your sensitive clit with such a loud nasty suck. “Ohh oh fuck- shit- shit- Hiromi!”
He still sucked on your pearl as you squirted. His fingers still fucking sloppily into your pussy, the wet squelch getting wetter by the second. You whine, pushing his head away, you pussy throbbing from the hard wave of your orgasm.
Table wet beneath you, legs spread wide open after Higuruma stands up straight to look down at your panting body. His tongue swiped across his lips. Painfully hard cock straining his pants. His thumb traced sweet circles on your inner thighs, cooing softly. “Such a good girl…mm I have to reward you now, don’t I?” His warm body leans over yours, wet kisses trailing up your body until they landed on your lips.
You whine, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him in closer. He rutted against your unclothed pussy, groaning softly into your mouth. “On your stomach.” He taps your thigh gently.
Now, Higuruma made sure you stayed out of trouble. You were his sweet girl after all. He took care of you in the best ways that he could while keeping up with his studies. He didn’t worry about any other guys, because Higuruma knew the way he made you break had you coming back to him each and every time.
“This is what you wanted, am I right?” His hips slam against your ass, the grip on your hips firm but gentle. Your hands held on to the front of the table, as you look back at him. His tired eyes were closed, head tilted back in pleasure, adam’s apple moving as he swallowed. Higuruma’s hair was tousled from the way you pulled on it, and his face a sweet shade of red.
“Just- just what I needed Hiro…” You moan, lips falling open. It was no secret that Higuruma’s dick was big, dark and pretty, long enough to kiss that spot inside of you and farther with every thrust. And your pussy loved it. Loved the feeling of being full of Hiromi Higuruma’s cock, the top law student of his class.
“Yeah?” His hand comes down on your ass with a smack ! making you moan louder.
“Yes—fuck yes!”
“You’re always running back to me Sweet Girl.” He deepens your arch, pushing the center of your back just a bit before he picked up pace. Smack ! Smack ! Smack ! the room echoed. Higuruma swallowed all of your broken moans. Your legs shaking, the grip on the table turning your palms white.
His hand rubs your back, to your shoulders, to the front of your neck. You yelp as he pulls your head back, your mouth open as pleasure filled tears slip from your pretty eyes. “Look at you…so beautiful.” He shudders. “Want me to cum inside?”
You’ve never said yes more quickly in your life. You could feel him deep inside, bulging your stomach. Higuruma lets out a groan, hand hot against your neck. “Rub your clit for me sweet girl, wanna cum at the same time.” He grunts, his deep groans like music to your ears.
Fingers rub at your slik coated clit, your pearl tingling with every thrust- with every touch. Your whole body buzzed, eyes rolling. “M-Mgonna cum— fuck fuck I f-feel it- Oh-!”A loud moan is ripped from you with one final thrust from the man, his cock buried to the hilt as he cums deep inside of you, fucking every last bit into that pretty pussy.
He pulls out once soft, not even the slightest drop of cum spilling. “Hold it in.” The hold on your neck softens, and you lay your head on the table, body tired. Sweet kisses litter your back as you panted.
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It’s no secret that Satoru loves watching you squirm—hips writhing, tears glistening, legs twitching. He adores those high pitched sounds you make when you’re overwhelmed, delicate hands trying to push him away when he fucks you a little too deep.
So now he wonders…
How loud would you scream if he added some toys to the mix?
“No, no, no-“ you’re begging, tummy tensing and hips bucking as Satoru brings the wand back up to your already overstimulated clit. “I can’t, Toru!”
“Oh, come on, angel-“ he rolls his hips, smooching your cervix with his leaky tip to make you squeal. “You’re not tapping out already, are you?” he mocks you, turning the vibrations back on-
“Fuck!” you’re crying, legs kicking and hands smacking Satoru’s abs in an attempt to save yourself from another tortuous orgasm. “Too much- I c-can’tttt-“
“I don’t care, baby.” his voice is sickeningly sweet, sapphire eyes crazed as he watches you with a twisted satisfaction. “Gimme another one-“ he grunts, hips settling back into a slow rhythm—he hits that pleasurable spot deep inside you with cruel precision every time.
“Feels- ngh- different!” the pleasure-pain that courses through your veins is intoxicating—you can feel every painful buzz on your overly sensitive clit, your tummy contracting every time he hits the very back of your abused cunt.
“You can do it, princess-“ Satoru chuckles, leaning over you to plant wet kisses on your tear-stained cheeks. “Just relaxxx and let it happen, hun.”
“Please-!” you squeal, not sure if you're asking for more or for it to end—your entire body jerks, once, twice-
“Fuckkk, baby.” Satoru groans, hips stuttering as you squeeze him so tight. Clear liquid comes out in spurts, soaking his pelvis and the bedsheets as your cunt visibly pulses.
You let out broken moans as Satoru fucks you through your orgasm—pathetic gushes of your squirt slowly decreasing in amount.
“No more- can’t-“ the bliss of your orgasm dulls into a full body ache—your hands pull at the forearm holding the wand, trying to pry it off. “Toru- it hurtsss-“ you sob, feet kicking as his body weight remains pinning you down.
“Shhh- s’okay, angel-“ he coos, finally pulling the nightmare of a device off your swollen nub and turning it off. “Did sooo good-“ he pecks your quivering lips, holding you close as your body tremors.
“How many times was that?” Satoru laughs, still balls deep inside of you. “Felt like a new record for you, babe.” he gives the side of your hips a few smacks, urging you to speak.
“Dunno.” you whisper, falling limp against the messy sheets.
“Hey-“ he smacks your hip again. “I’m proud of you, princess.”
CHOSO KAMO ~ SOMNOPHILIA
Choso and yourself had a conversation not too long ago—about your boyfriend’s tendency to need sex all the time, that is. Before the two of you got together, your previous partners had a hard time keeping up with your libido. But ever since you met Choso, your sex drive has been put to shame.
To solve this…issue, you had given Choso the green light to use you when you’re asleep—in the event that you’re too tired, at least.
You’re softly snoring when Choso enters the room, his dick straining against his jeans as he stalks towards the bed. He had a hard day, but he was even harder—he couldn’t stop thinking about your voice, your silky hair, the dip of your waist, your hips-
Your pussy.
He gently pulls the covers from your form, only to find you naked—nipples peaked, legs spread, cunt glistening just for him. “God damn, sweetheart.” he mumbles, unbuckling his studded belt and taking his sweat scented shirt off (yum).
His fingers explore you tentatively, soft brushes across your nipples all the way down to your bare mound. You don’t stir, breaths remaining stable as he collects your slick—bringing it up to his gaping mouth for a greedy taste.
Choso climbs on top of you, making a place for himself between your legs. He crowds you, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent like a dog. “Mfmm- missed you, love.” he gets a sleepy snore in response, a giggle escapes his throat before his hands return to groping you.
He frees his cock from the confines of his boxers and starts grinding in the wetness of your pussy lips—his leaky tip painting your clit with glossy pre. “Been waiting to fuck you all day, pretty-“ he licks a hot stripe up the side of your neck, lining himself up and pushing in-
“Cho?” you whimper, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you’re fucked open.
“Shh- just me, sweetheart-“ he bottoms out with a sigh of relief, planting a wet smooch on your lips and squeezing your plump tits. “Go back to sleep-“ he murmurs, his deep voice soothing you.
“M’kay-“ you’re far too tired to be bothered by the fullness of your cunt—you’ve grown accustomed to the feeling, so much so that it lulls you back to sleep.
“Sooo good for me.” Choso chokes back a whimper, gently thrusting in and out of your warmth. It doesn’t take him long to paint your insides with his sticky cum—with the tension of the day, the simple wet, heat of your pussy is enough for him to drown in pleasure.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” he whispers fondly as he pulls out, covering your relaxed body with kisses while he waits for his release to leak out of you.
Choso makes sure to snap a picture of that precious creampie before cleaning you up and snuggling next to his beloved girlfriend.
He’ll probably fuck you in the morning too.
TOJI FUSHIGURO ~ ANAL
“How does that feel, doll?” Toji grunts, your little pucker is squeezing him unbelievably tight—your body weight resting on his chest and legs pulled up, up, up in a full nelson-
After about a week of working you up with his fingers, Toji came to the conclusion that you were ready for his dick. Although, given how big he is, your smallest hole still wasn't fully prepared for the intense stretch.
“Feels weird-“ you’ve never felt so full yet so empty in your life—the sensation is similar…but like it’s happening next door, making your cunt clench around nothing. You let out a choked gasp when he shifts just a little bit- “Fuck- ngh- too deep-“
“Gotta let loose, doll-“ he snakes a large hand down your front, nibbling and licking your ear before making contact with your glistening pussy. “Can’t- mfm- tense like that.” he rubs your clit in slow circles, occasionally dipping down to your hole and collecting more slick.
“Haaa-“ you let out a breathy moan, trying your best not to close your legs around the stimulation—not that you really could, given that they’re being forced open by Toji’s arms. “Feels good-“
“Yeahh it does, doll-“ Toji thrusts his hips justtt a tad, experimenting with your limits. You yelp, head falling limp on his shoulder—your back arches off of his abs, inadvertently taking his cock even further into your ass. “Told you it’d feel nice, heh-“
“Want more-“ you whine, the pressure feels amazing, the heavy weight of him seated deep inside of you makes you wish you had agreed to this sooner.
“More?” Toji huffs a laugh. “You’re just perfect, aren’t ya?” the hand on your clit sneaks lower, two girthy fingers slide inside of your neglected cunt and curl-
“Ohhh my god-“ Toji’s hips settle in a slow, shallow pace, keeping you nice and stuffed while he fingers you with fervor—audible squelches and loud cries fill your once quiet bedroom.
“Yeahh- you like getting your pretty little holes stuffed, huh?” the heel of his palm grinds against your clit with every single prod of his fingers to that spongy spot inside your pussy—you swear you can feel his dick rubbing against his digits through the separating wall with every thrust-
“Gonna cum!” you squeal, body thrashing in Toji’s hold as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt builds to a peak-
“Good fuckin’ girl-“
Toji had never expected his girlfriend—the one who wouldn’t even let him eat her ass a few weeks ago—would turn into such an anal slut. As of recently, that’s all you’ll ever ask him for: to be fucked in the ass while he plays with your pretty pussy.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t love it.
SUGURU GETO ~ SHIBARI
Suguru loves being in control—he adores seeing you on your knees, eyes wide, as you wait for him to give you a command. So safe to say you weren’t surprised when he started tying you up during sex.
It started with just him holding your wrists, keeping you where he wanted you. Then he upgraded to handcuffs, some simple knots with silk, maybe a belt-
But nothing compares to how he has you right now.
“Too tight, gorgeous?” he asks, tying the last of many delicately woven knots. You watch his veined hands tug at the rope intently, your slick dripping down the crevice of your ass no doubt.
“A little.” you admit, unable to move your limbs—your legs are spread wide, knees forcibly bent from the rope that binds your calves to your thighs, heels flush to your ass. Your hands are tied to your sides, breasts framed tightly with the same rope that circles your spine and shoulders.
It’s an art form, no denying that, but it is a little uncomfortable. You know it shouldn’t be, but Suguru enjoys leaving marks on you.
“Good.” he purrs, walking around the bed until he’s standing next to your head. “Open up, baby.” he taps your cheek, thick cock hanging over your face with a fox-like grin plastered across his features.
Suguru slides into your willing mouth with a groan, hungry eyes wandering over his handiwork. “You’re so beautiful like this-“ one of his hands buries in your hair while the other caresses your tied body. “Pliant and unable to squirm-“ he pinches your nipple, hard-
“Mfmm!” you whine around his dick—Suguru is fucking your throat, holding your head still by your scalp. Electricity shoots straight down to your clit every time a groan slips past his lips, your cheeks are hollowed, desperate to please.
“You’re so wet, gorgeous.” his hand snakes down to your cunt, collecting the obscene amount of slick and bringing it up to your clit. “I’d almost think you could- ngh- cum from me fucking your mouth alone.” Suguru laughs, grip in your hair tightening.
“Mhmm!” you try to nod but he keeps you still, hitting the back of your throat to make you gag—there’s a mix of your spit and Suguru’s pre dripping down your chin, but you can’t bring yourself to care when he finally starts rubbing your neglected clit.
“Such a dirty girl-“ he pulls his cock from your mouth with a wet pop, using the concoction of fluids to gloss your lips. “You like being tied up, huh?”
“Yes.”
RYOMEN SUKUNA ~ EXHIBITIONISM
The King of Curses is an avid enjoyer of your humiliation—he loves watching the embarrassed flush rise to his favorite whore’s face when he tells you to kneel in a room full of people.
It started with you being forced to feed him fruit while he’s sat on his throne, then he made you do it naked, and now-
“Tsk- eyes on them, brat.” he tuts, one of many hands grabbing your face and forcing it forward.
It was about that time of the year that Sukuna had people from each of the villages bring him offerings to save themselves from an inevitable slaughter—only today, he yearned to put on a show it seems.
“Look at those scum while I take you-“ he pulls you back down on his cocks, forced so deep in your holes you swear you’ll burst. “Show them how generous I am.” an evil cackle radiates throughout the main room of the shrine, a wide crowd of eyes trained on the obscene display in front of them.
If it weren’t for Sukuna’s prior threat of decapitation, you’re sure they all would’ve scrambled out the ornate doors over an hour ago.
“So generous- nghh- Kuna!” your whines bounce off the walls, along with the squelching of your slick. Your legs are spread wide, draping across the armrests with your stuffed cunt and ass on full display for the unwilling audience.
“Such a good cocksleeve aren’t you, my dear?” he croons into your ear from behind, huge arms maneuvering you up and down, down, down his monstrous dicks. It’s brutal—you’ve cum multiple times already, the evidence dripping down your ass and onto the ground beneath you.
“Mhmm!” you nod profusely, another orgasm already worming its way into your belly. You unfortunately lock eyes with a frightened woman as your body starts to convulse—a torturous stream of squirt sprays with every pound-
“That’s right, brat-“ Sukuna grunts, his grip on your face bruising. “Show them how good I make whores like you feel, heh-“ his many eyes roam the crowd, making sure they’re all still watching until-
Screaming.
Blood splatters across your face as someone close loses their head—an almost equally disgusting display as to what’s happening on the throne.
18+ MDNI, smut - squirming away from bf!geto during sex
you always do this. every time. every single damn time.
you say you can handle it and proceed to crawl into his lap all sweet and soft. pepper his throat with kisses. breathe all breathless against his neck like please, sugu. i need you.
and then he gives it to you. fucking you slow and deep. and of cousrse, your body betrays you completely.
your legs start shaking, back arches and you squirm.
every time, you squirm obsessively like you forget how it feels to be so full of his cock.
geto always just lets it happen, just for a second. he watches you try to crawl up the bed, squirming from the stretch of it. your fingers twisting in the sheets as your hips twitch and roll. his cock’s barely halfway in and you’re already trembling.
“were do you think you’re going?” he murmurs, low in your ear.
you whimper something into the pillow. you’re not even sure whether it was a coherent thought. he just laughs, softly.
“nah. you’re not going anywhere.”
and then he grabs your hips, pulls you right back down onto him.
you squeal delighted while your back bows into an almost perfect arch. your thighs begin to shake again due to that euphoric feeling, only suguru can ever pull out of you.
“baby,” he says gently, “you gotta stay still.”
you can’t. you’re trying so hard but u just can’t. it’s almost as if your body’s not listening. every time he moves, even just a little, you twitch. gasp. try to inch away from how overwhelmingly good it feels.
he strokes a hand up your spine and kisses your shoulder. all the while, keeping his hips flush with yours while you squirm and sob and pant into the mattress like you’re being split in half.
“you get like this every time,” he hums. “so fuckin’ sensitive. makes me wanna ruin you.”
you cry out when he grinds in just a little deeper. your body reacts almost completely instinctively. your hips twitching, trying to squirm away again.
he pins you down. one long hand flat between your shoulder blades. the other wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against him like he owns you.
“stop running from it,” he whispers. “take it. you can take it. can’t you?”
you nod, even as your body shivers under him. you’re so wet. the squelching of suguru’s cock stuffing your tight hole makes you blush.
“attagirl,” he praises. “fuck, look at you. so pretty like this. twitchin’ all over me.”
you whimper while trying to bury your face in the sheets. he doesn’t let you.
his hand curls into your hair, tugging gently. just enough to tilt your head back, let him see the way your mouth falls open with every sound you make.
“let me hear it,” he says. “don’t hide.”
and then he starts to fuck you in earnest. every thrust just a little sharper, dragging that wrecked little noise out of your throat again and again.
your body squirms, hips wriggling, fingers gripping his wrist, but it’s no use. he’s stronger.
you’re not going anywhere.
“that’s it,” he groans. “that’s my girl. look at you. can’t stop moving. can’t take it but you still want more.”
you’re going to lose your mind.
and he’s going to help.
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A/N: guys i'm sorry this was so buns :( i have to get used to writing geto 😃