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᧔ 両面宿儺 ❤︎ sukuna’s shy girl is a secret freak ᧓

𐚁 ₊˚ʚ c.w | smut :: swearing :: spanking :: degrading :: p in v :: hair pulling :: choking :: dom!sukuna :: begging :: condescending praise :: clit stimulation .

SUKUNA HAD you currently on your hands and knees, his hands holding firmly onto your waist, red marks forming under his fingertips. His hips smacked against your ass with each of his deep thrusts. Your whole body jerking forward each time.

Tears rolls down your face, not because it hurt but because it felt so good. You had always been a little shy in bed with Sukuna but tonight was different, you had been so desperate for him all day you couldn’t hide how much you needed him.

“Harder..” you whined, he slaps your ass hard, leaving a red mark blooming on your skin. “Yeah? You want to be fucked like a slut?” You could only moan in response.

He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head back, you back arching further. “What’s the magic word?” He taunted with a smug smirk on his face, but he had never expected his innocent girl to be begging to be fucked harder.

“P-please.” You choked out and he harshly lets go of your hair only to push your face into the pillows to hit at a deeper angle. He pulled his cock out almost all the way, till only the tip was in before slamming back into you. A broken moan escaping your lips, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you, your tears staining the pillows.

“You like that, hm?” His cock hitting your cervix over and over again, hitting the perfect spots deep inside you. “Fuck, yes..” you moan out. A grin spreading across his face, he loved seeing this side of you that he had never experienced before.

He grabs your throat, pulling your head back up, squeezing it tight enough for you to feel it. Your breaths coming out uneven. “Such a fucking whore.”

His words make your walls flutter around his cock, feeling yourself get closer, and he felt it too. “You close?” He slows down his thrust purposely, pausing your upcoming orgasm. You whimper from the sudden slow movements, desperate to finish.

You try move back on him but his hand moves off your throat and to your ass, spanking it again as a warning, the slap echoing through the room. “Beg for it, doll.”

“Please,” you say desperately, tears falling down your face, his thrust slowly picking up the pace. “Please what?” He slaps your ass once again, harder than last time.

“Please.. please fuck me.” You sob out, a satisfied smirk tugging on his lips. His hand runs over your ass where he slapped it, soothing it over. “Good girl, that wasn’t so hard, hm?”

He returns back to pounding deep into you but not slowing down this time as your orgasm builds back up. Your breaths ragged as your body trembled, your walls clamping down around his cock making him curse under his breath.

His hand moves to find your clit, rubbing it quickly, dragging out your orgasm. Pleasure rushing through your body, a moan teared from your throat as the feeling of his cock pounding deep inside you and with his fingers on your clit at the same time your body was overwhelmed with pleasure.

The thrust soon become erratic as his own orgasm creeps up on him, his grip on your hips painful as he buried himself deep inside you, filling you up with his release, a deep groan slips past his lips.

He keeps his cock inside you as it starts to soften before eventually pulling out, your body collapsing against the bed. He chuckles lowly, patting your ass. “Didn’t think you could be such a slut.”

Some things to consider ❤️

Breaking into the kink world can be an exciting and empowering experience, but it’s important to approach it with care and respect for yourself and others. Here are some steps to get started:

1. Understand Your Interests and Boundaries: Reflect on your own desires and what you’re curious about. Start with an exploration of different kinks and see what resonates with you. It’s important to identify your hard limits (things you will not do) and soft limits (things you’re open to trying but may not want to go too far with right away).

Examples: No hitting name calling things of that nature

2. Research and Learn: Educate yourself about kink dynamics, consent, safety, and communication. Books, blogs, and online resources like The Ultimate Guide to Kink or SM 101 are great for foundational knowledge. You can also join online communities where people discuss their experiences, like FetLife.

✨you can also try the BDSM test and give yourself and idea where you gal and start there this might change down the line as you learn and grow ❤️

3. Start with Online Communities: If you’re not ready to jump into real-life events, online communities can be a good place to start. FetLife is the most popular, but there are also other websites and forums where people discuss kink. Be cautious, take your time, and look for respectful and positive communities.

✨I’m on Fetlife aswell I have met and been introduced to many groups it’s a good site to learn.

4. Attend Kink Events or Play Parties: When you’re ready, attending a kink event or play party can help you meet people who share your interests. Look for events hosted by well-established communities, like local BDSM clubs, which often provide safer, structured environments for newcomers. Many of these events have “newbie” or “beginner” orientations to help you get comfortable and understand etiquette.

✨remember everyone started as a beginner be confident don’t let that hold you back

5. Seek Mentorship or Guidance: If possible, find someone experienced in the kink community who can offer guidance. This could be through online discussions, personal friendships, or finding a mentor who’s willing to show you the ropes (safely). Having someone trustworthy to guide you can help you feel more confident.

✨Someone to follow who you admire and follows the same values you have is always a great move

There are plenty of mentors out there who genuinely want to help and keep beginners safe “I’m one of them 😌”

6. Focus on Consent and Communication: The most important thing in kink is consent. Make sure you’re communicating openly with partners about your interests, limits, and desires. Establishing a clear and honest dialogue is essential for a safe and enjoyable experience.

✨communicate‼️ This is one of the most important rules!! It’s demanded.

7. Start Slowly and Respect Your Pace: It can be tempting to dive into everything at once, but it’s better to start slow and only try what you’re comfortable with. Don’t feel pressured to rush into anything. Take your time exploring, learning, and building confidence in your experiences.

✨Remember you are the one guiding yourself listen to your instincts if it feels wrong for you listen to yourself

Telling you that you're only allowed to talk in the third person during a scene, and asking you perverted, invasive question after question, waiting for you to mess up so I have an excuse to punish you.

Making you use a humiliating phrase every time you talk to me, engaging you in conversation randomly, even calling you throughout the day so you're forced to say it repeatedly.

Taking away your ability to talk at all during a scene, marking you bark or meow like a pet instead, then seeing just how much I can do to you before you break and use your words. Just a dumb, silent object.

Penetration isn’t power. Receiving isn’t surrender. What we’re reacting to is the social script of the penetrator: this body takes, that body is taken. This is most visible in how the female body is read. Femininity is culturally positioned as receptive, penetrable, acted upon—less a mode of agency than a surface something happens to.

As a femme dom, my domination often involves penetration—but it isn’t located there. It lives in the dynamic: authority, framing, guidance, the shaping of desire. There is no situation in which I become submissive simply because I’m being fucked. I’m not yielding control. I’m exercising it.

Queer people tend to get this. We have history in language: dom/sub for dynamic, top/bottom for preference. We’re less invested in pretending presentation predicts desire. That separation matters.

In many cis/het femdom spaces, the fantasy is doing something specific: it’s negotiating power that already exists outside the scene. For some cis male subs, the erotic charge is bound up in taboo or transgression; for some cis women, dominance carries the thrill of stepping into authority that isn’t culturally assumed.

Lesbian dynamics don’t always start from the same baseline. Two women may still carry differences—race, class, history, trauma, anatomy—but we aren’t entering the scene with dominance already assigned by gender alone. We begin with a closer approximation of shared social power. The pleasure isn’t in stealing authority; it’s in choosing, together, to redistribute it.

Is the body ever free of social scripting? Maybe not entirely. But it can be freer—when we separate mechanics from meaning, anatomy from intention, and inherited power from chosen dynamic.

Imagine if he spread you open with his thumbs—slow, deliberate—and just looked at first. Like he was starving and you were the first meal he'd seen in weeks. Like he wanted to commit the sight of you to memory: the wetness gleaming in the low light, the way you twitch under his gaze, the flush spreading across your skin.

He leans in close. Close enough that his breath ghosts hot and damp against your folds. Close enough that his lips brush you without kissing—teasing, torturing.

"Look at you," he murmurs, and the vibration makes you jerk, makes your hips chase his mouth instinctively. He pulls back just enough to deny you, and you whine—actually whine—at the loss of heat.

"So wet," he breathes, and you feel every word as pressure, as intimacy, as something worshipful. "So fucking pretty. Did you make this mess for me?"

His tongue drags slow from your entrance to your clit—flat, deliberate, devastating—and he groans against you, the sound vibrating through your core. He pulls back, chin shiny with you, and his eyes find yours over the plane of your stomach.

"You taste like something I dreamed about," he says, and leans back in. His mouth seals over you, sucking gently, and you arch off the mattress with a cry that sounds torn from your throat.

He pulls back again. Always pulling back to speak to you there, like he can't help himself, like he needs to articulate what you're doing to him.

"Sensitive," he observes, like he's cataloging your reactions, like they're precious. He traces your folds with one finger, spreading your wetness, circling your entrance with teasing pressure that makes you ache. "That's good. I want you sensitive. I want you feeling everything."

He pushes two fingers into you—slow, thick—and curls them against your wall while his mouth returns, licking broad and filthy. He speaks between strokes, between sucks, his lips brushing your clit with every word.

"You're taking me so well," he praises, voice wrecked, muffled against your flesh. "Look how you grip my fingers. So tight. So needy."

The words are crude but his tone is reverent, intimate, like he's conversing with the part of you that needs him most. He nips gently at your inner thigh—sharp, grounding—and soothes it with his tongue, open-mouthed and greedy. "Can you come for me?" he asks, not to your face but there, like he's asking your cunt directly, courting it, coaxing it. His tongue circles your clit, relentless. "Will you let me feel it? I want to taste it. I want to feel you pulse against my tongue while you're screaming my name."

He sucks you into his mouth—hard, demanding—and you cry out, hips bucking, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him there, there, don't you dare move. He moans against you, the vibration pushing you closer, and the sound is filthy, grateful, desperate.

"That's it," he encourages, words slurred, breath hot. "Give it to me. Give it to my mouth. I want it—I want you—"

When you come, he stays there, drinking you in, murmuring praise against your trembling flesh like prayer, like promise, like he's never leaving.

゛★ nerd ! satoru gojo gets a … fleshlight for his… birthday?

drabble .ᐟ ⋆ #NERDJO / MODERN AU ⋆ roommate/best friend gojo ⋆ reader has a happy trail mmph ⋆ has never used a fleshlight ⋆ helping him use the toy ⋆ virgin!gojo ⋆ 18+ smut mdni art by narutoss.ramen

“you’re a real pervert, you know that?”

satoru stared down at the gift in his hands like it had the words “YOU ARE A VIRGIN” plastered all over it and all in caps.

you—his roommate, his best friend, the person who knew him better than anyone else on the planet—had gotten him something he never would’ve asked for in a million years. he’d been expecting comics. maybe a new game. hell, even that tit-shaped mousepad he’d been not so subtly hinting at for weeks. but no. you, apparently, had other plans.

because the box in his lap had nothing to do with his nerdy little hobbies and everything to do with something you had no business being involved in.

“you got me… a fleshlight,” he deadpanned, dragging a hand down his face as his shoulders slumped. “because that’s totally normal roommate behavior. and here I thought you knew me.”

you crossed your arms, biting back a laugh at the priceless look on his face. you’d remember that expression until the day they buried you.

“oh yeah? maybe i know you better than you think, toruuuu,” you taunted, making a slow, vulgar jerking motion with your fist. the gesture was so blatant he couldn’t possibly miss it.

“woah—woah, okay, hold on—”

you cut him off with a roll of your eyes. “oh please, don’t even try to save face. i hear you through the walls, dude. that poor right hand of yours probably has calluses thicker than your skull. figured you could use some help.” you shrugged, then grinned. “well… a pussy-pocket, anyway.”

satoru’s face went nuclear. he knew you liked fucking with him, but this? this was a low blow straight to his involuntary celibacy. who the hell wanted to sleep with a loudmouth nerd like him?

he pouted, glasses sliding crooked down his nose. “you’re a terrible human being. absolutely… terrible. horrible.”

“yeah, yeah. say whatever you want, but you’ll be thanking me the second your buried balls-deep in that thing.”

“and you’d know that how, exactly?” he scoffed, holding the toy out and pointedly jabbing at the entrance. He refused to call it a pussy. “last I checked, you don’t have the right equipment for this model.”

“just trust me on this one, yeah?”

fast-forward a few hours. the house had gone suspiciously quiet. no sounds of satoru raging at video games or flipping through the comics suguru had gotten him. curiosity gnawed at you until you finally gave in, padding down the hall to his room. you knocked twice out of habit, then opened the door without waiting—because… well, why bother? you two had crossed that line of personal space years ago.

his head snapped toward the door. in one frantic motion, he shoved whatever he’d been holding under the covers and yanked them up to his waist like a scandalized victorian maiden.

“jesus—don’t you ever knock?!” his face was flushed, glasses fogged at the edges, and the way he clutched the blanket told you everything.

a knowing smirk tugged at your lips as you leaned against the doorframe. “so… how’s the toy treating you, big guy?”

“i wasn’t—” he started to lie, then gave up with a defeated sigh. you’d find out anyway. “haven’t tried it yet.”

“liar.” you chuckled, kicking the door shut behind you before flopping onto the edge of his bed, kneeling in front of him. “let me guess. you can’t figure it out.”

he looked mortified, scratching the back of his neck. “this is so fucking embarrassing.”

with a guilty glance and a sigh, he pulled the fleshlight out from under the sheets and set it on his lap like it might bite him. “it doesn’t… fit right. or maybe i’m doing it wrong. it feels kinda rough.”

you stared at him, then at the toy, utterly unimpressed. “amateur.” you snatched it from his hands. “you got lube?”

his eyes widened and then his brows furrowed, but he reached into the nightstand drawer and tossed the bottle over. you immediately tossed it back like it was contagious.

“ew gross—don’t hand it to me like that, weirdo. you’re supposed to lube it up first. can’t just ram your dick into a dry hole.”

satoru looked like his soul was leaving his body. his best friend was giving him a hands-on tutorial on how to fuck a toy. what had his life become?

he squeezed some lube onto the toy with all the enthusiasm of a sulking child. “now what?”

you shrugged, grabbing the fleshlight again. “like this.” your fingers slid into the soft, silicone opening, pushing the lube deeper, coating every inch until it glistened. satoru’s eyes locked onto the motion—your fingers pumping in and out—and fuck, his cock twitched beneath the sheets. he was painfully hard already.

“okay, okay—i get it,” he muttered, snatching the toy back before things got even more compromising than they were. “you can stop fingering the damn thing now.”

you threw your hands up in mock surrender. your shirt rode up just enough to reveal that teasing trail of hair disappearing under your shorts. satoru’s eyes flicked down immediately, and another traitorous twitch jerked in his lap. this was so bad.

“you should probably get out now,” he said, voice strained.

you paused at the edge of the bed, then said something he never would have anticipated in a hundred years. “want my help?”

he blinked at you. once. twice. “excuse me?”

“you heard me. do you want my help?” your enunciation of every word told him you dead serious about this.

his face went an even deeper shade of red. “no, I don’t want— I’m fine.”

you shrugged and started to stand. “suit yourself.”

his eyes tracked the sway of your ass in those shorts as you moved. the room felt ten degrees hotter. he swallowed hard. when would he ever get an opportunity like this again? probably never. scratch that—definitely never.

“okay, wait—” the words tumbled out before he could stop them.

you turned around, that shit-eating grin already creeping back onto your face.

“only for a few minutes,” he grumbled, cheeks burning. “once I get the hang of it, you leave.”

“works for me.” you crawled back onto the bed, settling in front of him on your knees, trying (and failing) to hide your smirk.

after another long internal debate, satoru finally shoved the covers down. his cock sprang free—thick, long, and flushed dark at the tip, already leaking. your mouth went a little dry. you hadn’t expected him to be packing like that. not him. not the biggest nerd virgin you’d ever met.

“you’re staring,” he muttered, voice tight with embarrassment.

“sorry, just… never mind.” you cleared your throat and reached for his hand, guiding the lubed-up toy until the soft opening pressed against his glistening tip. “it’s easy. just…”

you pushed it down slowly. the fleshlight stretched around his thick head, then swallowed more of his length. satoru’s head fell back with a broken groan, hips jerking up instinctively.

“fuck—ah, shit, that’s tight,” he whimpered, the sound raw and needy. way too loud for someone who was supposed to be embarrassed about this.

you started moving the toy for him—steady, smooth strokes up and down his cock. his hips bucked again, chasing the sensation, little whines slipping out between gritted teeth. after a minute he grabbed your wrist, breathing hard.

“i—i got it,” he rasped, taking over. he started fucking up into the toy with shallow thrusts, eyes half-lidded and glassy behind his fogged glasses.

you sat back on your heels, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes. the wet, obscene sounds of the lubed silicone sliding up and down his thick cock filled the room filthily. every upward thrust made satoru’s abs tense, his thighs twitching under the sheets. a thin sheen of sweat was already forming on his collarbones and his face, and those soft, broken whimpers kept escaping him no matter how hard he tried to bite them back.

you were soaked. like, embarrassingly, stupidly soaked. for this guy. your best friend. your virgin, geek best friend. your panties clung uncomfortably to you, and the ache between your legs was getting harder to ignore. all because he was falling apart in front of you, cock buried in the toy you’d bought him as a joke.

his rhythm started getting sloppier, hips stuttering. his glasses had slid further down his nose, and his lips were parted, panting. “shit… it’s—fuck, it’s really good,” he admitted in a shaky whisper, like saying it out loud helped his case at alll. his eyes cracked open and found yours again. they were dark, pupils blown wide with lust.

you couldn’t help yourself. you reached out, resting a hand on his inner thigh, thumb brushing dangerously close to where his balls tightened with every thrust. “yeah? you like how tight it feels around you?”

he let out a choked sound, hips jerking harder into the toy. “don’t—don’t say shit like that right now.”

“why not?” you leaned in closer, voice dropping low and teasing. “you’re the one moaning like a whore while I watch.”

satoru’s hand faltered on the toy. his cock throbbed visibly inside the translucent sleeve, flushed and shiny with lube. he looked wrecked already, and you’d barely even done anything.

“fuck you,” he breathed, but there was no heat behind it—only desperate need. his eyes dropped to the obvious squirming of your thighs trying to press together. he was a virgin but he knew where a woman’s cunt was. he swallowed, breathing heavy. “you’re… you’re really turned on by this?”

you didn’t bother denying it. instead, you shifted forward on your knees, crowding into his space. your hand replaced his on the fleshlight again, taking over the strokes—slower this time, torturously slow, twisting a little at the head just to watch his eyes roll back.

“yeah,” you murmured, breath ghosting over his thigh. “seeing you like this… it’s weird but… hotter than I thought it’d be.”

satoru’s head thunked back against the headboard. a full-body shudder ran through him as you worked the toy with more confidence, your fingers occasionally brushing against his slick shaft. “you’re gonna make me c-cum,” he groaned. “I’m not gonna last if you keep—ah—keep doing that.”

“maybe i want to see you cum…”

that seemed to break whatever was left of his restraint. his hand shot out, gripping your wrist—not to stop you, but to guide you faster. his hips snapped up to meet every downward stroke, fucking the toy with shameless abandon now. the sounds were louder, wetter. his breathing came in ragged gasps and loud whimpers and whines and groans.

“fuck—fuck, I’m so close,” he whined, voice cracking. his free hand fisted the sheets, knuckles white. “don’t stop, please don’t—shit—”

you sped up the pace, watching every twitch and flutter across his face. his glasses were completely fogged up now. Sweat clung to his white hair. he looked devastatingly pretty like this—completely undone. by you—and the toy. mostly you.

when he finally came, it hit him hard. satoru’s whole body tensed, a loud, broken moan tearing from his throat as he spilled into the toy in thick, pulsing ropes. you kept stroking him through it, milking every last drop until he was trembling and oversensitive, weakly pushing at your hand.

“enough—enough,” he gasped, chest heaving. “s’too much…”

you finally pulled the toy off him slowly, admiring the mess he’d made inside it. satoru looked utterly spent, sprawled against the pillows with his softening cock resting against his stomach, still twitching.

for a long moment, the only sound was both of you catching your breath. then he let out a weak, disbelieving laugh, covering his face with both hands.

“i can’t believe i just let you do that,” he mumbled through his fingers. “you just jerked me off with the toy you got me…”

you grinned, still kneeling between his legs, arousal thrumming hot in your veins. “and you liked it.”

he peeked at you through his fingers, cheeks still flushed. his eyes flicked down to the soaked front of your shorts again, lingering. the air between you felt thicker than before—charged with something that definitely wasn’t just post-nut clarity.

satoru swallowed hard. “yeah… fuck. yeah, i did.” his voice was quiet, almost shy. then, just barely above a whisper: “your turn?”

you raised an eyebrow, heart kicking up a notch. “you sure you’re not too embarrassed to return the favor, toru.”

he dropped his hands, meeting your gaze. “embarrassment’s dead now that you just watched me moan and cum all over myself like some … pornstar. just… c’mere before this post nut confidence wears off or something.”

© torupng | all rights reserved.

Synopsis. Your best friend, Shoko, drags you to your very first frat party. What happens when you spill your drink on a man who just so happens to be your favorite camboy, whom you've spent hours watching and hundreds of dollars donating to?

Pairing. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

Chapter contains: Fratboy!Camboy!Sukuna x Shy!Reader, College AU, M & F masturbation, mentions of Gojo, Sukuna is kinda ooc, reader is annoyingly oblivious, 18+

WC. 6.7k (teheh)

A/N: WE’RE ALMOST THERE GUYS.

part 5… part 6… part 7…

Tuesday. Tonight’s the night. You picked up an extra morning shift at the cafe you worked at. You had picked up a bunch of extra shifts at your jobs, hoping to make enough money so you could ‘win’ tonight.

Even though it was today, you still decided to work because you knew that after tonight you would be a little broke for a few months. 

Though it wasn't so bad because no one was in the shop at the moment. A few people had stopped by a little bit ago, only ordering a simple coffee and a small pastry to go before work. 

Your other coworker had gone to take her break in the back, leaving you alone in the shop, not worried because it was clear things were going to stay empty for another hour or two.

You stood there, fidgeting with your apron before letting your eyes drift toward the container of sugar packets sitting behind you. You remember back when you were young and how you would down packets of those everyday. Probably wasn't the best idea.  

You glanced around before grabbing a packet, ripping it open, tilting your head back and pouring it straight into your mouth. You were halfway through the packet when the sugar stopped pouring. 

You grabbed your other hand, patting the packet on the back trying to get the last bit out. 

“Ahem.” 

Someone cleared their throat behind you, making your eyes go wide while choking on the remains of sugar in your mouth. 

You really had to fix that bell. 

You quickly turned around, shoving the empty sugar packet in your pocket. You were still clearing your own throat when you finally fully faced forward only to choke on air.

Standing in front of you was the Ryomen Sukuna. 

A tight black long sleeve compression shirt wrapped around his chest, paired with matching black shorts. Wow. 

The material hugged his body so well it was practically a part of him. His chest bulging out against the fabric, biceps looking even more defined than usual. Your eyes drifted down to his stomach, only to bulge at the sight of his abs. The shirt was so fucking tight you could see the outline of his fucking abs. You could feel yourself almost getting a nosebleed at the sight. 

Not to mention his thighs. 

Your mouth was drooling at the sight of his large, juicy thighs and how they filled out his shorts perfectly. You hadn't noticed how big they were until now. 

Oh, what you wouldn't give to have him put you in a headlock with those delicious thighs…

A quick chuckle snapped you out of your daze. You quickly looked up to find a smirk plastered on his face, damp pink hair falling stuck to his forehead. 

“Sorry! I didn't mean to stare,” you uttered, silently cursing yourself for stuttering so quickly, too.

He laughed again, “No, you’re fine.” He stared down at you, eyes scanning your figure. “I didn’t know you worked here.” 

His attempt to make small talk irked you.

You hummed in agreement, eyes locked on his, not allowing your gaze to drift any lower.

It was clear that he noticed it too because now his smirk turned into a full blown grin. “How long have you been working here? I come here often and I’ve never seen you. Plus, this place is kinda far from campus.” 

“Oh, I’ve been here for almost a year now, I just never work the morning shift.” You answered. 

He nodded, “Why the sudden change then?” 

“I just needed the extra cash.” 

It almost pained you to keep eye contact with him. 

“Why?” He asked. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Um, because I just do?” 

“Why?” He asked once again, sounding like a toddler in their why phase.

Before you could respond, he asked another question. “Are you looking to buy something? Saving money for something?” His grin grew even bigger, “Maybe making up for all the money spent?” 

Seriously, who did he think he was asking you all these questions? And what kind of questions were those? 

“Um–” You started only to get cut off again by his chuckle. 

“Relax, sweetheart. I’m just joking around.” 

Sweetheart? That was new…

You glanced over to the side, avoiding his gaze so he didn't see the way your face heated up at the nickname. 

“So, um, are you going to order something?” You asked, eyes locked on the floor behind him.

Sukuna laughed again, resting his palm on the counter top to prop himself up as he studied the menu above you. 

“Hmm,” he hummed before looking back down at you. “What’s good?” 

Your eyes finally met his, the same teasing smirk back on his face. 

“Didn’t you say you came here all the time?” You questioned.

“No,” he retorted, “I said I came here often.” 

You sighed, "Isn't that basically the same thing?” 

He shook his head, “No. Now, c’mon. What’s good here?” He asked once again. 

You hummed, pretending to think. “Everything.” 

He let out a small chuckle, “C’mon. I wanna know your favorite." He insisted. 

You struggled to hide the blush creeping up on your face as you turned around, glancing up at the menu before pointing to your favorite. 

A white chocolate mocha. 

You glance back at Sukuna, only to find his eyebrows up into his hairline. You could almost giggle at the sight.

“Wow.” He squinted at the menu, leaning closer to you. Oh how you wanted to lick the sweat off his neck–

“70 grams of sugar. Wow.”

“Well it won't be exactly 70, if you're asking for my exact favorite, I change around some of the ingredients.” You added. You could see the relief in Sukuna's face, his whole demeanor shifting. 

“Oh okay, wow, good. I was just– wow.” He laughed.

“So, do you wanna try it? You can totally pick something else, I can tell it’s not your ideal–”

“No,” he cut you off with a wave of his hand, “I want to try it.” 

You gave him a smile, excited to give him a tooth ache. 

“Great! What size?” You asked him, putting in the order. 

“Large.” He responded immediately, making you look up at him.

“Are you sure?” You asked, voice laced with confusion and a little bit of guilt.

“Thousand percent. I’m treating myself today.” He replied, puffing out his chest, attempting to make you laugh like you were some little kid. Which you were.

You lifted your hand up to cover your mouth so you could let out a little laugh. 

“Anything else?” You huffed out. 

“Yeah actually, lemme get one of those,” Sukuna pointed down at the glass case filled with pastries. You turned around, grabbing a pair of tongs along with a small paper bag. While you had been turned around Sukuna removed his finger.

“Wait, which one?” You asked, looking ridiculous holding everything. 

Sukuna could only flash you a wide grin, “You pick.” 

You let out a large sigh, contemplating which one he would like, reluctant to choose your favorite. He watched as your eyes went from pastry to pastry, clearly thinking about one for him. 

“I don’t care which one you pick.” He said, making your eyes tear away from the glass container and onto his. 

You settled for your favorite, a large chocolate chip muffin with nutella filling on the inside. On the perfect day you would treat yourself to a large chocolate mocha, paired with the muffin with the most chocolate chips on top. And now here you are. Sharing it with him. You grabbed it with the tongs before glancing up at him, making sure he wouldn't regret his decision later on. He gave you a small nod, letting you put the muffin inside the bag before handing it to him.

He opened up the bag a little just to peer into it, a smirk appearing on his face. “A chocolate muffin. Nice. Y’know, I didn't really take you for a big chocolate girl.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his comment, turning away immediately and disregarding it. 

“Okay, um, give me a minute while I make your drink,” You said, your tone getting high as your customer service training came back to you. 

Sukuna chuckled, “Alright.” You turned away from him, grabbing a large cup to start making the drink, preparing to have him possibly throw it away once he gets outside. 

He leaned against the counter watching you grab all the ingredients, his eyes stayed on your hands.

“So,” he started, “What kind of substitutions do you use?” You didn't look up, your eyes fixated on the drink as you replied. “Um, you’ll find out later.” He hummed in response.

Once you finished making it, you made sure to make it look nice, drizzling syrup all over the cup and even adding an unholy amount of whipped cream. Adding on the finishing touch, you slapped the sticker on the back, black text describing all ingredients used. 

You handed him the drink, grin wide as you watched his eyes lit up at the sight of the full cup. 

“Holy shit.” He took the cup from you, grabbing a straw from the edge of the counter. “You really filled it up, huh?” 

You nodded, “Had to make it look real nice for you.” 

He laughed, setting the drink and bag on the counter while he took his card out to pay. His total came out to $11. The cafe wasn't expensive at all, it was run by a nice older couple who paid you well and frequently offered you free leftovers. 

So it came as a shock to you when Sukuna tipped you $50. Before you could say anything he had already paid. 

“W-wait, I think you misclicked– that's a 50, not a 5.” You stuttered out, getting ready to open the register and give him back his money.

“Hmm, no I didn’t.” He replied, sticking the straw into the drink.

“Okay well, 50 dollars is too much, I can't let you do that,” You trailed off.

“That’s a completely reasonable number considering how good you made this drink. C’mon, just take it, muffin.” 

You opened your mouth to reply only to close it immediately. Muffin? 

Sukuna looked up at you, a wide grin plastered on his face as he stuck the straw in the drink. “I take it you like that one? You’re as red as the first time we met.”

“W-what?” You mumbled, eyes shifting to look anywhere but him. Before you could say anything else, your mind wandered elsewhere as you watched him take a sip, his adams apple bobbing as he drank, wishing nothing more than to let your tongue trace–

“Holy shit!” Sukuna coughed out. 

Your eyes widened as you watched him place a hand on the counter to steady himself, a large, veiny hand… what you would give to have him wrap that same hand around your–

“10 fucking pumps of sugar?” He cried, snapping you out of your thoughts. You really had to stop doing that. 

He had the cup turned around, his eyes blown wide as he read the ingredients of the drink, including your substitutions. You had to stifle your laugh as you watched him, mouth agape with his eyebrows raised high up into his hairline. 

He turned his head towards you so fast it looked like he was going to get whiplash, “This isn't funny,” he laughed after taking note of your own laughing figure. 

You placed a hand on your stomach, the other one coming up to cover your mouth as you struggled to contain your laughter, “It’s not, it’s not,” you said in between giggles. 

“Serioulsy, what the fuck is in this?” He asked, laughing along with you. “A little kid probably couldn't even come up with this.” You lifted your head up to see a wide grin on his face, different from the one you usually see when he teases you. 

Huh. So he really does have other sides to him afterall.

“Extra vanilla syrup, 12 fucking pumps of white chocolate sauce?” You giggled at his words, amused with yourself. “Holy shit, you’re trying to kill me. I thought you said you substituted?” 

“I did, but I never said I substituted healthy options. Plus, you asked me for my favorite." You retorted. 

Sukuna ran a hand down his face before stopping at his mouth, covering it while he stared at the drink. You could tell he was covering his smile with the way the corner of his eyes squinted. This was probably the most you had ever seen him smile. 

“And you drink this everyday?” He asked, raising a brow at you. “Hell no, do you know how much sugar is in that?” You replied, laughing. “It’s just my favorite. I get it on occasion. Y’know, like a little sweet treat.” 

He huffed out a laugh, “Yeah. Well, thanks for this,” He held up the bag and drink, “I’ll have to stop by sometime on one of my cheat days.”

You smiled back at him, “Alright. Hope you enjoy it, have a good day.” You mentally slapped yourself while your customer service training slipped out again.

He turned to leave, waving you a quick bye before walking out to his car. You really had to fix that bell.

A few hours after your shift ended and you could finally use your phone again, you opened it up only to see a new notification. 

Kingofcurses posted a new photo - 3 hours ago

Clicking it immediately, your phone screen lit up to a picture of him in his car, phone angled down onto his lap where he held the chocolate chip muffin, half bitten with its nutella filling slowly seeping out. To the right, there sat the drink you had made in one of his cup holders. Almost empty. You smiled to yourself as you read the caption. King of Muffins

He could be so corny sometimes…

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As soon as Sukuna got in his car he hadn't even noticed that half the drink was already gone! Oh well, it should be fine since he worked out this morning, right? He opened the bag and took a bite out of the Muffin, eager to try it. He knew he shouldn't be eating sweets like these, that he should give it to Gojo or something but he just couldn't help himself. After all, it was you who had given it to him. 

He took a bite, his tastebuds quickly getting filled with the sweet taste of the chocolate. Groaning, he threw his head back against the seat, chewing the soft, warm chocolate chips before taking another bite, quickly getting a taste of the nutella filling. He felt like he could die happy. 

He was halfway done with the muffin before taking another sip of the drink. Of course he needed something to quench his thirst! 

Before he took another bite, he got the brave idea to pull his phone out, angling the camera just right before snapping a picture of the muffin. It wasn't new for him to post his meals, though they usually consisted of him being shirtless off on the side. He sat there for a minute, taking another bite of the muffin as he thought about the caption. 

He hummed to himself, thinking about all the options all while finishing the muffin, licking off any leftover that dribbled down onto his fingers. 

“New… favorite…" He mumbled, writing it out before deleting it. Hm. From the Prettiest barista. He quickly discarded that thought, thinking it would probably anger some of his other fans. He finally settled for a casual “sweet” as his caption before posting it.

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Sukuna got home a little later, the cafe being far from the frat house for one reason. He walked in, empty cup in hand, prepared for no one to be home. Only to be greeted by the evil white-haired president in the kitchen. 

Sukuna sighed, walking over to where Gojo was making himself a sandwich. “Hey Sukuna!” Satoru called out, excited to see his frat brother so early in the morning. 

Sukuna nodded at him in acknowledgement, walking over to throw away the cup. He tossed it in the garbage, turning around only to be met with a Gojo directly in front of him, grin so wide it looked like he didn't know any other expression. 

“Fuck!” Sukuna jumped, startled. Satoru could only laugh, “You’re such a scaredy cat, Ryomen.” He sighed before walking off, not wanting to get into another irritating conversation with him. 

As soon as he walked out of the kitchen, he heard Satoru behind him, “Holy shit, what the fuck are you doing drinking a 700 calorie drink?” 

Sukuna practically ran back into the kitchen, snatching the drink out of Satoru's hand and throwing it back into the garbage. “Um.” He trailed off, unaware of what to say. 

Satoru just watched him, his eyes blown wide as he laughed. “I didn’t know it was your cheat day but holy shit man.” He waved his hands up in surrender, “fucking gluttony god or somthing” 

Sukuna scoffed, not wanting to entertain him. “Whatever, man. Just remember not to bother me later, okay?”

Satoru waved a hand at him, his back now turned as he continued making his sandwich, mumbling a whatever at him. Sukuna walked up the stairs before stopping midway, pulling out his phone. 

Clicking edit on his post, he deleted the caption before replacing it with “King of Muffins.” He chuckled to himself before clicking save, humored by his own word play. He laughed to himself the entire walk to his room, thinking he was the funniest person alive. Even if he stole the idea from Satoru. 

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It was 9:58. You had been sitting in your bed for an hour, headphones on with your computer opened up to the website. Waiting. You weren't taking any risks. 

A few hours ago he had posted that the “raffle”, if you could even call it that, was going to start 5 minutes after his stream started. You knew that there was a high chance of you losing, considering the fact that the post had over 80k likes. He wasn't even naked and people were liking it! 

As soon as your clock turned 10, you got notified.

Kingofcurses is now live!

Clicking the notification immediately, your screen filled with the view of Sukuna’s lap. He changed his clothes from when you had previously seen him, his shorts now replaced with a pair of black sweatpants, his long sleeve swapped out for a black t-shirt. 

Apparently Sukuna saw you join. “Hey, Queenofsins. I knew you would be first.” He laughed, his chest moving along making you blush. You never commented. Never. But if you were to win, you knew you would have to actually talk to him. 

You hesitated a bit before clicking on the chat and typing out a simple message. 

hi

You heard Sukuna huff out a laugh, the sweet sound filling your headphones as you mimicked his actions behind the screen. 

“Hi,” he replied, “you ready, muffin?” He asked, sitting back in his chair. You got ready to type before your hands stilled. 

Your breath got caught in your throat, your eyes shooting wide. 

No. You misheard him. Or maybe it didn’t mean anything. It was a general nickname. No. It didn’t mean anything. What the fuck? You kept reassuring yourself while other people joined, the live quickly filling up. 

Yeah, you just missheard him. Your heart was beating fast as you watched the chat fill up, your eyes darting down to look at the clock. 10:03. You weren't listening to whatever he was saying anymore. 

2 more minutes until donating starts. Do you still want it? You misheard him, right? But you saved so much money for this… Maybe it didn't mean what you think it meant? Yeah, that’s it, it’s a general name. Plus, you knew how much he liked to call his viewers all kinds of names. 

Before you knew it, it was 10:05. You watched as people sent in hearts, kisses, kittens, and even puppies. You looked up at the top of your screen. 589k viewers. Next to that sat his top 3 donors.

Your spot as #1 quickly dropped to 29 in a matter of seconds. He noticed. Of course he did. 

“Huh, my top donor, what happened? C’mon, don’t just sit in the thirties," he chuckled. Even though he laughed it out, you could clearly tell that it bothered him. 

C’mon. 

The word echoed in your ear. The same fucking word he used when he asked for your favorite drink earlier. The same fucking tone he used when he teased you about turning red. Your chest felt heavy as you watched him. This wasn't Kingofcurses. No. It's Ryomen Sukuna. 

He didn’t know it was you, though. But you know that it's him. Is it really worth it? It wasn't like you two knew each other, just simple conversations. You knew nothing about him! 

Though maybe you shouldn't… Just because you didn't know each other doesn't mean he didn't know your voice. 

You groaned, throwing your head back onto your pillows with a thud! Before you could think any more, a sudden ding! rushed through your headphones, causing you to sit up. 

@ kisses4kingofcurses sent 3 puppies: I’ll put on a good show for you

What the fuck? Who was this? 

You could hear Sukuna in your headphones, probably entertaining this girl’s comment. Before you could even think about it, your hands moved on their own and sent in 25 puppies. Twenty fucking five. You watched as your name jumped from the 81st spot all the way back to #1. 

The donations immediately stopped after yours, followed by Sukuna’s hands going still, no longer talking mixed in with the chat slowing down. Hell, it was probably the slowest you had ever seen it. 

You knew he made more than 25 hundred by that point, but to make all that in just a second from you alone in one stream had him speechless. 

“Holy fucking shit. Okay, um, Queen of Curses you win.” His voice wavered, clearly shocked. The chat started moving at a rapid pace, donations still coming in, people desperate to pass you. You almost thought it was possible until you watched his hands go out of frame, soon the entire sidebar of his donations were locked. Your name sitting at the very top. #1 donor. You won.

He started to talk. You weren't listening. All you could do was watch the chat move, people complaining about you, some just mad in general, and others who just didn't care. You just stared at your screen, unmoving. 

You ripped your headphones off, tossing them aside somewhere on your bed along with your computer, the live still playing in the background. Laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling. It was almost as if you could feel your bank account draining. Groaning, you turn only to find that he ended the stream. 

Huh. Well, it made sense he wasn't going to do anything today since the whole whatever-this-thing-was happened. You shut your computer, moving on to grab your phone. 

2 new notifications: 

Kingofcurses started following you!

Kingofcurses sent you a message!

What. The. Fuck. You clicked it immediately, your phone taking you to the all so familiar site. You didn’t even know this was an option!

Kingofcurses: hey 👋

Who the fuck waves? You stared at the message for a bit, contemplating whether or not to reply immediately or wait. Though you were just in his live not even a minute ago…

You: hi

Sukuna smiled to himself as he read the message. You had said the same thing in his chat before disappearing for a while. Truth be told, he was a little worried that you wouldn't donate anything after his little stunt, but he knew you would come through. After he ended the stream, he changed his clothes and got into bed, pulling his phone out and ready to set a date. 

You: hey 👋

Queenofsins: hi

You: sooo congrats on winning

You: i didnt expect you to send in THAT much

Queenofsins: yeah lol i just had to secure my spot yk

Sukuna chuckled to himself at your boldness, definitely different from behind the screen rather than in real life. Meanwhile you were sweating.

“Ugh, who says that,” you whined into your pillow before picking your phone back up, cringing at yourself as you read your previous message. You tried to play it cool. You failed.

Kingofcurses: youre real funny

Kingofcurses: so when do you wanna do this

You hadn't thought about that one. Of course it had to be a day Shoko was gone, right? You couldn't risk her hearing you again. 

Sukuna watched as your typing dots came up before vanishing. Were you regretting it? Before his mind could wander any further, your text came up.

Queenofsins: does this saturday work for you? 10 again? 

You: that works for me

You: is there anything you wanna see specifically? 

You laid in bed, tapping your finger against your phone as you thought. Just as you thought of something, another text from him came in. 

Kingofcurses: remember im not putting anything up my ass

You giggled to yourself, finding humor in his words. Sukuna was dead serious.

You: dw im not going to ask you to do anything like that

You: i read the rules lol 

You: but honestly nothing, i cant really think of anything specific 

Kingofcurses: really? not even any toys?

You think about how you don’t have any toys. Would he find it boring that you’re just there stuffing yourself with your fingers?

You took a while to think, soon you were watching him type, the bubbles on his side appearing before disappearing.

You: no its your choice

You: but i don’t have any toys myself 

You: sorry thats kinda tmi

you toss and turn in your bed, embarrassed with yourself.

Kingofcurses: no don’t be 

Kingofcurses: you watch me jerk off on a camsite lmao so yeah 

You smile at his attempt to comfort you before your face feels hot at him acknowledging the whole fact. Meanwhile, Sukuna has the biggest grin on his face.

You watch his bubbles disappear about three times before you decide to type. 

You: but i was planning to get some 

Sukuna shot one eyebrow up, pleased at your attempt to satisfy him.

You: oh really?

Queenofsins: yeah 

You wanted to smack yourself. Tomorrow was too soon, Friday was too late. 

You: i was going to go buy some on thursday 

Sukuna laughed, making his chest move with the moment, causing his phone to shake in his hand. 

You: some? wow really getting yourself ready there 

He watched as the typing dots on your side went up and down multiple times, knowing that you were probably beat red from his words.

Queenofsins: no

Queenofsins: like in general 

You: ah ok good to know 

You whined, flailing your legs in bed. Was he disappointed? Maybe he thought you were some kind of professional masturbater who had millions of toys laying around. Before your thoughts could escalate, a new text came in. 

Kimgofcurses: what time?

You: what?

Kingofcurses: what time are u going to go out and buy some toys

You: um why

Kingofcurses: just wanna know if youre gonna watch my show thursday night 

Kingofcurses: needa know if i should make it extra good for you

You blushed behind your phone, ears turning red as you read his words. Did he get off on teasing you or something? 

Though it was quite the opposite. Sukuna watched as your typing stopped, annoyed with himself, he rolled in his bed, pink hair going all over his pillows as he groaned into them. “‘Extra good’ who even says that,” he mumbled. He rolled back onto his back, weaving his hands in his hair, thinking he sounded too much like Gojo. 

But apparently you were into it because not even a second later your message came in.

Queenofsins: no

Queenofsins: i wouldnt miss your show

He stared at the message, smirking to himself. On the other hand, you were mentally kicking yourself. Who says that? You sounded like one of those corny men from those rom-coms…

You were too busy throwing your phone across your bed and shoving your blushing face into the pillow to remember his little slip up earlier.

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You dreaded today. You tried to put it off, but you knew you would have to do it eventually. It was 4pm, your last class of the day finished a few hours ago, which gave you some time to do ‘research’, if you could even call it that. 

In the end you ended up scrolling up in you and Shoko’s messages, remembering she gave you a link to one of her ‘favorite’ shops a while ago. 

So now here you were, standing outside what looked like a hot pink mess. Originally you were mad about the 45 minute drive, but now you were extremely grateful. 

You probably would've driven off a bridge if someone you knew caught you at a place like this.  

Walking in, you greeted the cashier with a smile before ducking into one of the aisles. She looked older than you, maybe in her mid to late thirties? Once you found the first aisle, you were met with a row of anal toys. Not what you were here for. 

You kept on walking, ending up at an aisle with… cuffs? Your eyes dragging across the wall before settling on what looked like a bar restraint. There were four cuffs on the bar, two in the middle and one each end. You tried to imagine what kind of position one would do to get into that.

Your eyes drifted toward the bar next to it, one long bar with one cuff on each side, paired with a smaller identical pair. Only this one had another bar in the middle, extending up into another pair of cuffs. Huh. 

You kept on walking into the next aisle only to see a line of dildos. You wanted to hide in embarrassment. You thought about getting one when you were doing your research, but you opted out of it because the only thing you’ve ever had inside you was your fingers.

You walked down the aisle, taking in all the shapes and sizes of their toys. You kept on walking as they went up in size, your eyes wide in terror as you went from 5 inches, all the up until 10. 

You pushed your feet to move until you were face to face with an 18 inch rainbow monster dildo. Holy fucking shit. It was sitting in a glass case, presented up on a large circle pedestal. Who was fitting that inside them? Oh well. You weren’t one to kink shame. Your mind wandered as you thought about him.

How big was he? You knew his dick was big. Even if you were only seeing it behind a screen, you still knew he was big. You wanted to say it was well above average, but who were you to talk?

You felt yourself involuntarily clench your thighs as you thought back to all his videos. How big his cock looked in his hands, how big his chest looked when you two had first met, how big his juicy thighs are— 

“Excuse me, ma’am?” A voice came from behind you, causing you to yelp and snap out of your daze. You quickly turned around, only to be met with the same woman you greeted on your way in. “Do you need any help? You’ve been staring at, um, this for quite some time now.” 

You felt your cheeks heat up at the sudden realization. You’ve been staring at a fucking monster cock and daydreaming. 

“O-oh um, y-yes actually!” You stumbled out.

The lady smiled back at you, clapping her hands together. “Great! So what were you thinking for today?” 

You looked around the aisle, desperately trying to avoid her eye contact. “Um, maybe like a vibrator or something?” 

You watched as her hands dropped, her eyes lighting up. “Miss,” she started, her voice low and laced with excitement, “are you perhaps,” she leaned in closer, now whispering, “a virgin?” 

You wanted to crawl up into a ball and die. “Was it that obvious?” You asked, watching the shimmer in her eye light up more if that was even possible. 

“Um. Kinda?” You opened your mouth to say something, only to get cut off. “I’ve been doing this for a while now, so it’s pretty easy to tell nowadays.” She turned around and began walking, gesturing for you to follow her. 

As you followed her, your eyes caught all the different toys displayed on the walls, paddles, ropes, whips, even strange ball gags. You two stopped at the corner of the store, probably bigger than all the rest of the displays. The vibrators. 

“We have a large collection of them. They’re quite popular.” She moved to one of the shelves, picking up what looked like a wand. “These are just our displays, don’t worry.” She said, placing the wand in your hands. “Here, try this one out.” 

She clicked a button on the side, making it come to life. You gasped, feeling the vibration in your palms. “They give you more of a wider and deeper stimulation than a smaller vibrator would, and because they’re physically bigger, it’s possible to store more power into them.” You nodded along, listening to her words.

“Though it varies by the model of course, a powerful wand is going to be stronger than a bullet.” She took the wand out of your hand, turning it off and placing it back onto the shelf before putting what you assumed was the bullet vibrator in your palm.

It was smaller than the wand, lighter, too. “This is the bullet,” she turned it on, making a rumbly sound in your palm as it vibrated. “See, it’s smaller, right? Perfect size to stick it up there,” she winked at you. 

“T-this is great and all, b-but, um, I’m not really looking for anything, penetrative, you see,” You trailed off, feeling shyer and shyer as she went on. 

The woman hummed as she took it out of your hands. “So what you’re saying is, you need clitoral stimulation?” 

You nodded. She hummed once more before a smile appeared on her face. “Wait here.” Where else would you go?

She kneeled down, pulling out her key to open up the glass cabinet. She grabbed what looked like the wand, only there was something at the top of it instead of the large bulky platform like the wand itself. She put her hand underneath yours, making your palms stiff before she placed the toy on them. 

“This is the flutterwand.” You watched as her smile grew bigger as she explained what it was. She clearly loved her job. “It’s 10 inches– but before you freak out, it’s only 5 and a half insiterable.” She ran her finger through the length of it, stopping short of where it started to get thicker. “The girth is 4.8, so it shouldn’t be a lot for you. Now, I know you said you didn’t want anything penetrative, but since you're new I thought it would be good for you to have the option. But for now if you want to stick to the clitoris, focus here.” 

How were you supposed to focus? It was already embarrassing enough that you were here, but now here she was, explaining the best vibration settings to you!

She twisted the toy in your hand, turning it around so the head faced you. She tapped her finger on what you thought was the cover. “This is a clit pump.” You looked up at her in horror. She moved her finger, tapping on the inside. “This is the tongue.” 

“W-what?” Your voice shook as you asked. She took the toy out of your hands and into hers, holding it by the end before grabbing your index finger, placing it on the tip of the ‘tongue’. 

She turned it on, making the tongue flick at your fingertip. You jumped back, startled by its movement. She removed the pump, placing it to the side before turning up the speed. 

“That was one, this is two, and this is three,” she kept on turning the speed up, watching as your eyes got wider and wider before stopping it. 

“Wow,” was all you could say. She wiggled her eyebrows at you, making you take the wand back, holding it upside down. “Don’t get too excited yet, it’s double sided.” You were about to ask what she meant before she turned it on once more, letting the bottom vibrate in your hand at the third speed. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Nice, right?” She asked, fully aware of your answer. You nodded, watching it vibrate in your hand. “C’mon, virgin, I’ll ring you up over here. I’ll even throw in some complementary lube.” 

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Even though you were down $187, it was still the best purchase you had ever made. You sat on your bed, the toy, lube, and your computer sitting in front of you, all at the wonderful time that was 10pm on a Thursday. Was this how Sukuna felt? 

Headphones already on, you clicked on the website. 1 new video. Was he really going to make it ‘extra good’ for you? You giggled, thinking back on his words. 

The thumbnail was him in his chair, completely bare except for his tight blue boxers. His bulge practically bursting out the seams. Clicking play, you settled in. 

The video started off normal, well him normal. He rubbed himself through his boxers, giving you time to take your panties off, being left in just a tank top. You had washed the toy, of course, but you needed to lube it up as the woman from the store had previously said.

Grabbing the lube, you dribbled a few over the tongue, along with your fingertips before coating your clit with it. You took off the clit suction, not ready for that much yet. 

The toy was a light pink color, different from the display one you held at the store. 

Your eyes focused back on the video, his cock now out and leaking all over the light fabric. His moans filled your headphones, urging you on. You positioned the tongue over your clit, letting yourself get a good feel of it before turning it on. 

“F-fuck!” You yelped, startled by the sudden sensation. It was on the first setting! 

“Hahh.” Your eyes snapped back to the screen, watching him stroke his cock, pre cum leaking all over his fingers. He looked more excited than usual. The thought of him trying to live up to his message from Tuesday night had you positioning the toy back over your clit, letting the silicone tongue flick over your nub once again. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back into the pillows. It felt too good. How were you supposed to use it with him if you came the second it touched you?! Sure, you’ve never felt a real tongue down there, but it seemed all too real! Especially with the lube that was now mixed in with your slick. 

Letting yourself get off to only his groans, you felt that familiar coil in your stomach building up. It was too fast. You desperately tried to hold off, but the toy got the best of you. Leaning up, you peeked an eye open to glance at your computer screen.

The sight of his flushed cock had you biting down on your tongue, toes clenching, thighs shaking, squeezing them together, trapping the toy in between your legs as you came with a stifled moan. 

You panted, chest heaving as you turned it off, dropping it on the bed next to you. Your legs felt numb. Sitting up, you went to pause the video. You came in 3 fucking minuets. There was still 11 minutes left in the video. You had no idea what you were going to do on Saturday. 

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synopsis: streamer!choso has a pervy crush on his dorm neighbor: the schools sweetheart!reader

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summer felt wrong without you.

he tried to ignore the silence of being in his room instead of the dormitories--really, he did. he did so much as to fill his schedule with games, streams, scrolling through reels, anything to keep his mind from wandering where he know it shouldn't but damnit, he missed his next-door neighbor dearly 

it wasn’t like the two of you were friends—no he didn’t miss you like that, he missed seeing you in that skimpy little school uniform just a few rows ahead of him, flashing that beautiful smile of yours as you laughed with shoko when you got confused, your skirt riding up those pretty soft thighs when you shifted in your seat, the shimmery pink of your lips and god how pretty you looked when you applied your gloss.  

and he knew you were out of his league by miles and miles so he shouldn't bother noticing things like that

but what he missed most wasn't even class

it was living next to you in the dorms

seeing you rush into the hallway to grab some water in nothing but your short little sleep shorts and a white tank top that showed your pretty perked nipples through it—god he hated himself for it, he really did! he didn’t ever want to make you uncomfortable because he really did care for you! 

and he hated this part of himself

you trusted the space you were in, comfortable and safe

and here he was, memorizing, watching, listening to things he had no right to.

he'd run his hand down his face trying to force his mind to anywhere but you but--it never really stuck

he doesn’t know when it started, whether it was when you first talked to him in class with the same warm smile you wore for everyone else—or if it was that night

the one he should've forgotten about but god it was all he could think about

he had been up late cramming for a physics project, papers scattered everywhere the only sounds that late usually were his notebook pages flipping and the occasional frustrated groan until he heard it--

soft broken breaths muffled through the wall

he told himself he was hearing things until it got louder, needier

"...shit," he breathed out staring at the wall--your shared wall

he should've put headphones on, went to bed, anything! but instead he crawled into his bed with his ear against the wall you two shared--his heart pounding with every small sound that so barely slipped through

god, he imagined what you looked like trying to chase that high all by yourself when he knows he could make you feel so good 

how pretty you probably looked with your desperate fingers fucking in and out of you, your other hand probably squeezing your tits, pinching at your sensitive peaks desperately, chasing a wave of pleasure he knows he could so easily give you 

he pictured you with your lacy bra just barely pulled to the side with pathetic tears streaming down your face, riding into your own hand with your thong just pushed to the side 

fuck. 

he shouldn't be thinking about you like this

you--who smiled at him in class, treated him like everyone else, who made him feel seen, who had no idea what was running through his head right now

a desperate whine came from your side and his room suddenly felt too small, too hot

"m'sorry" he said breathlessly into the air as he tugged his boxers down, almost tripping over himself as he eagerly ran to his bed, laying with his ear practically glued to the wall to hear as much of you as he could, wrapping around himself slowly 

another muffled whine came from your room and he couldn’t hold back anymore 

his head tipped back against his pillow while his hand fisted around his straining cock, pumping himself teasingly, rubbing his puffed tip smearing pre all over his pretty pink tip, already dripping all over his abdomen 

“ahh-ahh fuck—m'sorry y/n--m'sorry!”  

tears streaming down his face as he pushed himself through it, listening to your voice through the walls--he looked a pathetic beautiful mess

“f-fuck pl-pleasee—” he whined into his quiet room, a choked cry following. his brain felt like it was short-circuiting and the only image it could think of is the one he was hoping to one day be on top of one day 

and that was the night it started

the night he stopped trying to pretend he didn't need you

--

now he may have felt like a pervert, but you weren’t much better over the summer

the day you found his livestream you clicked on it immediately without thinking, sure you'd seen him in class with those sexy nerdy fucking glasses, and the way his plaid pants hung a little too low when he lounged around the common room

you wanted to get to know him, he was your neighbor after all, so you figured maybe this way you could get to know some of his interests, or more of who he really was, not that quiet boy in the back of class who had a clear strain in his pants every time you even looked his way, not that you minded, you found it adorable

so you spent the summer watching his streams and everyday you watched you felt yourself wanting to know him more, to talk to him, to have him. so when school rolled back around you wasted no time, he would be yours in at least some way this year, because god knows you were tired of watching girls thirst over him in his comments, and of trying to reach your peak with your pathetic toy: he'd do much better

you hadn't meant for it to get this bad--but you weren't really complaining

what started as pure curiosity at the beginning of summer turned into something you couldn't stop--an addiction

because choso was nothing like what you expected

sure you knew he was quieter, yeah and a little awkward at times, but there was something else too. the way he focused and furrowed his brows with that stupid eyebrow piercing he gave himself, how he mumbled to himself as he played talking the viewers through his gameplay--and god was it attractive

you told yourself it was harmless at first--background noise while you kept yourself busy to get to make a new friend! but instead it felt like you were watching him.

you started paying attention to the little things

the way his glasses slipped down his nose when he leaned in to focus, the way his voice dipped slightly when he got tired, and how his shirt rode up just enough when he stretched to cover what you wanted to see most

and you realized it had become a problem when you noticed the comments

something you didn't expect to bother you

it wasn't like you knew him or had any right to be jealous, but you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the comments pointing out things you had already noticed

"he's so cute"

"is he single???"

"say my name on streammm"

all of them fucking annoying--they didn't know him like you did

even if your definition of knowing him wass just watching him on stream night after night, or talking to him briefly in class, or seeing him walk into his dorm late at night

it still felt like something to you

so by the time summer ended you weren't just curious anymore

you were set on it.

on him.

--

"hey!!" shoko chased after you in the dorms "you ready for tonight? welcome back party at toru's place!" she wrapped her arms around you excitedly, but your arms were wandering, hoping the room arrangements would be the same as last year

"helllooo y/n c'mon what's up" she snapped in your face playfully with a laugh "seriously, you good? you seem like, dazed--are you high?" she whispered

"no-no no no sho! sorry i'm just trying to see the room arrangements but yes, party tonight got it!"

suguru was waiting across the hall with a cigarette resting between his lips glancing at shoko

"now i thinkkk you have someone waiting for you, maybe those frat hookups weren't nothing" you teased shoko and nudged her lightly with a laugh as she rolled her eyes and left you for suguru, which was perfectly fine with you because you had a gameplan for your first week: get to know choso!

now his gameplan was a littlee different, he had spent the last week of summer researching the best ways to please you, emotionally and physically, so he didn't disappoint you when he finally had the chance.

he paced around the dorms hoping they'd still be the same just to see you lounging around in the common room, in those baggy jeans that hugged your hips just right and that tight tank top that showed you off, fuck you were beautiful--and he couldn't take it! he rushed into his dorm room and slammed his door before you could've noticed the pink of his cheeks or the bulge in his pants, and that's when he heard a faint knock

"choso?" you called out softly from the other side of the door

fuck.

cw: dom!satoru, spanking, mild degradation, slight dacryphilia, choking, creampie, not proof-read

wc: 2k

“kick his ass sensei!”

“yeah, i believe in you!” 

the cheering from your students made you bite back a chuckle as you stood before your husband in the middle of the training field. the two of you had been pushed into an unexpected position — your second years and his first years betting on who would win in a fight.

whilst you were an experienced sorcerer as well — strong and capable with a powerful technique — you couldn’t act like beating your husband was something realistic. not when your husband was satoru gojo. even though he was very clearly going easy on you (neither of you wanted to hurt each other after all) it was impossible to touch him thanks to his infinity, and as much as you were having fun, you wanted to show off a little more in front of your students. he couldn’t have the spotlight all the time after all. 

“c’mon,” you groaned through pants, a small grin still glued to your face because the whole thing really was amusing. “ditch the infinity already you coward.” 

the word hit him like a slap to the face coming from you, and like the masochist he was, his expression exploded into something dangerously amused, six eyes gleaming at you like a predator would lock onto prey, blindfold long discarded. you were putting up a good fight so far, and god was he enjoying himself. 

“coward, huh?” he snorted, releasing his infinity in the same breath and making the other students hold their breath. “fine. let’s do this fist to fist.”