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CHAPTER TWO.

Roommate au! Jjk x reader

Chapter Two

Cw: brat taming, NSFW, spanking, alcohol consumption, implied possessiveness, humping

The moment you arrive, your feet run over to your group of friends, both men and women alike, as insistent squeals take place. You’re excited (as you should be; you worked hard this semester), and your arms find their way around a close male friend as he pulls you into a gleeful hold. But there’s something ominous about the way he freezes, hurriedly taking a step back as he nods his head in the direction of your five menacing “bodyguards”.

“Um, who are they?”

“My roommates!” You chime, patting Toji’s chest with a hazy grin.

“Hot.” One of the girls says, eyeing them all with a gaze of certain hungriness you feel on yourself.

“Too bad, they’re mine.” Waving your hand with a huff. The statement goes unnoticed between the five of them.

After a couple of moments, you’re nursing a drink with a smile, letting the rhythm of the club flood through you with a lazy, happy smile as Gojo offered to pay for the first round. The men bought a section so they can watch you with hungry, yet deceptively calm eyes.

“She’s enjoying herself. Let her be.” Nanami says as he quietly sips on his water, watching Gojo dance with you and your friends.

“Ridiculous.” Toji mutters underneath his breath with his arms crossed. “The brat is clearly enjoying torturing us.”

And said brat flounces over, shirt clinging to his body, white hair pushed back. “Kitten loves to dance.” He yells with a grin. “Come on, I wanna play with her.” Is the whine that follows.

“Do you see that?” Choso is visibly tense as the next song changes, and you’re giddily dancing with another man.

The air around them changes into something— dangerous.

A pat to his hand, and a gentle hum. “No hitting.” Geto finds his protective eyes watching your body grind against the other man’s with a menacing look.

The man you’re dancing with is a bit pushy, but who are you to judge until you find yourself against a wall, heart throbbing as you stare at him with innocent eyes? “Maybe, if you ask,” you begin before the man is snatched away as Gojo comes into view.

“Princess!” Bright smile and gleeful eyes, his gaze flits across you. “Let’s dance.”

And just like that, the two of you are on the dance floor, and you’re feeling bold. Pressing your bodies together, you generously roll your hips into his hands, gripping yours with a certain possessiveness that you couldn’t quite place but felt right.

With a smooth movement, he spins you around, your back flush against his as his lips tickle your ear. “Careful kitty cat,” he whispers, hands still roaming your body, but you’re a little too far gone to care. Placing your hand on the back of his neck, you bring him into a feverish kiss. It’s a kiss of accomplishment, of lust, of absolute triumph as his arms secure around your body tightly.

“Bad girl,” he mutters against your lips as your teeth sink into his bottom lip. That is until you feel the heat of someone in front of you, their bulge pressing up against you as dizzy eyes look up at the second offender.

“My turn,” Choso says firmly, pulling you into his grip as his lips find yours. It’s a ravenous kiss, hungry and exploring as his teeth nip at your lips until they open. Tongue diving into places you didn’t know existed, as you bravely moan into his mouth.

Your breath is heavy, inhibition all on its own, leaving you as you lean into Choso’s protective embrace.

“That’s fuckin’ it, we’re goin’ home,” and before you’re able to ask Choso if you can go home with him, are you hoisted over a shoulder.

“Sorry, she seems to be getting a little carried away,” Geto explains, eyes narrowing with a warning glance as Toji slaps your ass sharply, getting a yelp out of you. “We’ll make sure you know when she gets home.”

“You’re in so much fuckin’ trouble, brat,” Toji responds as he whisks you away, ignoring your weak jabs at his back.

When you’re in Nanmi’s car after much bickering about who you should be going home with you find yourself pouting, bottom lip poked out with your arms folded across your chest. “You guys are mean.”

“Kitten, i think you’ve had enough.” Clicking your tongue against your teeth you stare over at Geto beside you, bottom lip out in a pout. “Aht. Don’t give me that look, it’s your fault.”

And before he knows it, you’ve unbuckled your seat still in a drunken haze climbing over to sit on his lap. To which Nanami immediately scolds you. “Make me.” You grin letting your hand touch Geto’s face with a smile.

Little do you notice how Nanami’s knuckles grip the wheel tighter.

“You’re so pretty, can I go home with you?” You murmur as your finger glides across his features. For a beat there’s silence before a deep laughter erupts from his lips.

“We live together, darling.” He sighs giving a feigned disappointed look as your hips shift, crawling onto his lap and his hands immediately grabs your waist to keep you steady.

“Then kiss me.” You demand triumphantly.

“No.”

“Kiss me.” Your bottom lip poked out further as you feel the warmth of your bodies radiating off of each other.

“No. You kiss me.” He responds, lazy fingers shifting up your dress. His hands are firm yet gentle on your inner thighs as you press yourself against his firm cock over his clothes.

It’s his cock that feels so heavy against your sensitive areas that make you gasp, it’s the way that he’s pulsing against you that make you moan with so much desire.

And just like that you melt into him, plush lips against his and Geto knows it’s taking everything in him not to take you right there. “I’ll make sure i’ll erase any man who has ever touched you.” He responds against your lips as he takes control.

Letting his tongue slip into your mouth, his movements are slow but deliberate. Soft moans are escaping you, as his hands trail up your back praising every movement. Bringing your hips down he moves you back and forth along the length of his cock, swallowing each and every moan you release into his mouth. You’re too wet, too far gone, hips grinding against him desperately - like the needy little kitten you are. “That’s my girl.”

Soft lips press against your neck, lapping at the skin as he sucks. His teeth scraping across warm skin.

The pressure builds in your stomach at the praise. His breath is heavy as his lips return to yours as he pants against you riding your rhythm with ease. Your panties soaked as you keep leaking against him. “Cum for me.” He moans against your lips as your body tenses up to release quickly, riding the gentle wave of your orgasm as he keeps a steady pace. “Mm, good girl.”

Finally did he break the kiss as your body collapses on him, unable to process what you just did as you weakly cling to him.

“No you didn’t.” Nanami growls as he pulls into the parking garage.

“Sensitive little thing, isn’t she?” He smiles warmly, grabbing a fistful of your ass without shame. “We’re gonna have fun. Just not now, not yet.”

In the morning you feel dazed and a bit confused, moving your arms and legs in a brief stretch until something heavy tightens around your waist pulling you close. “Mm.” Is the response and suddenly you realize the man beside you, how the room smells of incense and sin. Suguru’s nose gently nudges the side of your neck and you’re – mortified. He’s so warm and inviting as if you were a shrine that he whispered secret prayers to. “Just a few more minutes little one, i’m comfortable.” He mumbles quietly not bothering to open an eye to savor the moments of your soft body against his.

You hate how desperately your body wants to melt into him.

Jumping up to your feet your face burning with embarrassment you notice you have clothes on, but they’re not yours. “Thank you for the ride! I’ll be going now” you admit as you fumble out of the bed, dashing out with vigor as you snatch your purse.

“Kitten you are home.” He breathes out with a little laugh. You’re going to be the death of him.

When you stumble towards the kitchen to see all of the other four men staring at you with expectant eyes you feel yourself mentally scratching down every single wall of your brain.

“Oh fuck.” Hastily looking around you find your room door open, you sprint in there slamming the door shut. Your cheeks are hot, legs weak as flashes of last night run across your mind.

“Now she’s shy?” Toji gruffs out as he eats his breakfast. “Didn’t even get to cop a feel.” He mumbles.

“No fair!” Gojo whines as Geto saunters out of his bedroom with a small smile. “She kissed me first, don’t forget that!” his tongue stubbornly sticks out at his counterpart.

xxxxxx

heavily based off of the wonderful writer @jinjoohaa.

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Emma: She melted against him, losing her train of thought for a brief second. "Mmm, I know." She chuckled lowly tugging the shirt over head. goosebumps breaking out over her at the feel of his hand. She turned on him suddenly with a smirk, hands moving to his jeans " It's one of the many, many reasons you're attracted to me, right?"

Scott: "Striipp." he chuckled as the shirt was tugged over her head. "One of the-" he smirked feeling her hands. " infinite reasons.", he cupped her face, pulling her into another kiss, "Why I love you.". Scott took over undoing his belt, pushing jeans and boxers to drop the floor. He was already half hard and gave himself a leisurely stroke before smiling pinching her ass and giving her a light smack. "Get in there."

Emma "God you're a dork," She laughed with a slight shake of her hands. She smirked "Infinite? Huh?" She let her words melt into his lips for a second. "Mmm, I like the sound of that." Her gaze lingered over his body for a second. She jumped slightly at the smack but smirked wickedly at him as her hands moved over her hips rolling the panties down slowly. One leg at a time she stepped out of them and moved past him a hand moving over his shoulders. "Shower isn't even on yet, darling, don't rush it.." She stated moving into the bathroom fully.

Scott "I can be patient.. very very patient." he drifted off watching her move past him. He laughed at himself slightly, moving to the shower to turn on the water. He ran his hand under it to check the temperature. "You make me feel like a teenager, you know."

Emma: "Can you?" She asked with a slightly laugh leaning against the vanity counter, while she waited for the shower to heat. "Is that a good thing? Because I'm going to take it as a compliment either way." She moved toward him, arms wrapping around him from behind kissing at his neck

Scott:"That you drive me completely crazy? Horrible. Terrible." he smiled over his shoulder leaning in for her lips. "Awful." he teased moving under the hot water.

Emma: "That I, Emma Frost, drive you crazy. Yes, that's the best compliment I've been given" She chuckled pecking his lips quickly. "Lil' ole me?" She followed closely soaking up the steam

Scott: "I wouldn't exactly call you that." He chuckled, glasses fogging. Scott took the shades off, hanging them on the shower nozzle. His eyelids were a constant glowing red. Blind, his hands smoothed over her waist, pulling her against him. "Tease. Maybe. Usually, I know where everything is. Help me out with some shower gel?"

Emma: "Oh?" She questioned with a wicked grin. It was far too easy to fall into that playful persona. She smiled even though he couldn't see it. Fingers threading behind his neck as he spoke. "A tease? I would never" She giggled slightly before moving to examine the numerous products for her hair and body. She pampered herself. She pressed closer, reaching around him for the gel in question. "It's expensive so don't waste it."

Scott: he smirked nuzzling her neck as she pressed closer. "Tease." He took the gel, squeezing some into his hands before handing it back. "You can afford it. I'm worth it". he grinned lathering it up in his hands before rubbing it over his chest. "Besides I'm helping you. Turn around I'll help you wash your back."

Emma: "I would never" She affirmed with a slight laugh. She shook her head slightly cocking her hip, "I can, doesn't mean I want to. And correction I’m worth it. For you, it's gotta be earned. You know coffee, at the oddest of hours, and sweet nothings to feed my ego." She chuckled, reaching for the loofah hanging beside the other bottles. With a sly smile, she did as instructed, careful to avoid water from touching her hair, "Mmm so thoughtful."

Scott "Mhmm... So demanding. Coffee, ego. Anything else you'd like? I'm here to serve." he hummed with a smile. He started working the lather into her shoulders, before replacing his fingers with his lips on her neck. Hands working down the muscles of her back taking his time being extra thorough when they reached her ass.

Emma: "That's music to my ears. I'll have to remember that." She laughed leaning into the touch. Her shoulders relaxed at the notch, head falling back against his shoulder gently. It made her skin tingle. A slight laugh leaving her at the extra attention of her ass. Her hips wiggled slightly against his hands.

Scott: "Good. Then I can remind you how much you've missed me.". Her skin warm and slippery his hands roamed everywhere he could touch, across to her abdomen, over her hip bones, reaching up to palm a breast. "You're gorgeous..." he sighed biting her earlobe

Emma:"Oh?" I'd love to see you try.." She said with a soft laugh. She welcomed the roaming hands, encouraging it with her her hips and sighs of content, loofah, and proper washing all but forgotten. "Oh I know," She smiled, chewing her lip to keep the low moan locked away as he tugged on her ear, eyes slipping slightly.

Scott: His chest pressed against her back, his own erection trapped between their bodies. One  hand tilting her jaw to capture her lips the other slipping between her thighs, fingers teasing between her folds.

Emma: Loofah slipping from her hand, forgotten and useless, as she moved her fingers into his hair, knotting into the wet strands, keeping his lips fastened to her own. A breathy gasp parted her smiling lips.

Scott: He growled into the kiss. He loved having his hair pulled. His right hand palmed a breast, teasing at a nipple, the fingers of his left, running up and down her folds before circling her clit.

Emma: That was all the encouragement she needed to tighten her grip, smirking against his lips. Her body moved against his, into the hands that teased her, goosebumps breaking out over the skin. Raising her hips slightly to meet his hand.

Scott. "Emma..." in a pleading note. He remained that way a moment, kissing, teasing, fingers relentless on her before he was turning her around and pressing her into the wall.

Emma: Her name was music to her ears. The tone was just icing on the cake. Soft moans left her at the teasing touches and the kisses, more than willing to be spun, Emma chuckled slightly when her back met the wall, that mischievous grin on her face. Hand still in his hair, She yanked his lips to hers.

Scott: Groaning he kissed back fervently, he pressed her against the wall one hand on the back of her thigh. Still blind he was going off hot water on his back the feel of her body. ? "Fuck." he muttered strained. He took his length in hand rubbing along her slick entrance. "Miss me now?" he mumbled, a smirk against her lips

Emma: She kissed him with the same fever hands moving over his shoulders. The feel of his hand on the back of her thigh was direction enough to wrap the leg around his hip. A breathy chuckle leaving her. Fuck was right. "Who's the tease now?" she murmured before silencing any other reply with her lips.

Scott: Teasing required self-control turns out he didn't have any. He pushed into her with one stroke burying inside her. Fucking finally he sighed not knowing if he sighed it or thought it. Hips moved of their own accord setting a rigid pace

Emma: A slight groan mixed with a moan left her at impact. Followed quickly by a smirk wordlessly finding his thoughts amusing. Her leg tightened around him bringing him deeper inside, nails biting into his shoulders

Scott: Hand fisted in blonde hair as he felt teeth sink into his shoulder. Fingers dug into hips as he thrust, drowning on the feeling of her squeezing around him, getting more, harder.

Emma: A moan left her lips, the breath hot against his shoulder, as he gripped her hair. She rocked against him, hips pulling from the wall to meet him. Her nails moved down his back, pressing them chest to chest, bringing him deeper, needing to close any space between them. Her lips trailed along his neck nipping ever so often.

Scott: Eyes squeezing shut as he drove into her, desperate for release but never wanting to stop. A groan wrenched from him, their soapy bodies rocking against each other. Both hands held on to her hips before his hand drifted between them thumb pressing circles into her clit. Emma: Her skin tingled as they moved against each, breathing coming a bit more rapidly the closer she drew. Head tilting back, hair mashing up against the wall, Emma didn't even bother trying to muffle the gasp as his hand slipped between them but eagerly moved against it. Not normally one for begging she bit her lip just as desperate as he was, "Scott, please" She managed, grip on his tightening.

Scott: He nearly came right then and there. She never begged. His whole body tensed against the inevitable. Her voice, her body was driving him insane. "I wish I could see you." thumb moving rapidly against her, thrusts just on this side of controlled. "Come for me baby."

Emma: Her heart hammered against her chest, not needing to be a telepath to know what those words had done to him. She smirked beside herself. "I know..." Her eyes squeezed shut, impending release building too damn soon. "So close..." She groaned pressing into him, hips angling just right. Scott: He groaned half in frustration. Two months was too long. He braced a hand against the wall She was squeezing him just right. The sensation was just, fuck. A string of curses leaking from him. "Fuck. Em, you're going to make me-." he bucked against her, pressing up their bodies up against the wall. A hand-clapping over his eyes as bright red flared between his fingers.

Emma: She moved against him, needing it to be faster, harder but all the while wanting to savor the feeling. God, she'd missed it. Missed him. "Goooood..I just need-" She swallowed the rest of the words in a slur or incoherent sounds, back pressing into the cool wall.Her legs tightened around his waist, hand digging into his shoulder. Half a mind to tell him to remove his hand, she'd fix the damages later, but she thought better of it. She moved against him building friction, muscles coiling before his name tore from her lips loudly, body tense for a moment, slowly coming down from the high.

Scott: He tried to hold back but everything she did chipped away at him. When he came it felt violent, everything was tight and searing hot. He shuddered inside her. Gritting his teeth a strangled groan drawing out of him. He stilled against her for a long while, breaths heavy, making no move to separate from her soft curves. Head dipped against her shoulder. "Holy shit." he finally breathed out in a chuckle.

Emma: For a moment she was still, head pressing into the cold wall behind her as her chest rose and fell. Her hand traced a pattern down his shoulders, minding the marks that would show, before brushing her partially damp hair back as a laugh rippled through her "I agree." Legs boneless and trembling slightly, she didn't dare attempt to stand on her own, not willing to break just yet.

Scott: He smiled, hand helping to brush back her hair before kissing her lazily for a long while. "Can you reach my glasses?"

Emma: She matched his smile even though he couldn't see it. Lips lingered, hands lazily roamed over his back. Her feet slowly touching back down on the floor of the shower. "So much for not getting my hair wet, right?" She asked, before reaching, leaving the lax position she'd been in, for his glasses behind him. Gently she placed them on his face.."Just a tad foggy."

Scott: He let her down gently hands on her waist to steady her. Quiet as she placed the glasses over his eyes. She was probably the only person he'd let do this. "Just a little bit," he said opening his eyes. He kissed her again before pushing open the shower door. "Bed. Wine. Catch up and round two?"