honeycomb

choso remembers the first serious talk about intimacy you had. he specifically remembers you saying you wanted to be woken up with fingers buried deep inside you, why not make that reality now?

he wakes up from his slumber with a boner growing in his boxers. he assumed he had a wet dream even though he can't really remember. his skin is sticky in sweat as he sits up.

you're laying on your back, sleeping soundly. he watches you for a few minutes before remembering exactly what you said.

he lays back down next to you, kissing your cheek as he hand dips into your panties. he can feel your warmth and he nearly makes a sticky mess in his pants.

he slides a finger inside your pussy. it's not wet, you're asleep, not even close to being aroused. he doesn't want to hurt you so he pulls his finger out. he gathers spit on his fingers and dips them back into your panties.

he rolls two fingers around your clit and he feels you twitch. he stops for a second, making sure you're still asleep before continuing to roll circles on your pretty bud.

you twitch again but this time he doesn't stop. he can feel you getting wetter by the second, your body reacts to him so quickly. he watches your face, your chest heaving up and down.

he wonders if you think you're dreaming.

when you finally get wet enough, he slips one finger into your hole, reaching that one spongey spot. your chest heaves more but somehow you haven't woken up.

he slides another finger in. he can feel a stretch and he hears your breath hitch. he keeps going, thumb rubbing your clit as he fucks his fingers into you.

your pussy reacts to his every move even if you're not conscious. choso thinks it's sexy. he continues fingering your poor pussy till he feels you clench around his fingers.

you gasp, eyes opening, finally coming back to consciousness.

it takes you a few seconds to realize what was happening. choso fingering you while you slept.

a fantasy, one you wanted to experience for the longest.

you smile lazily at choso, pulling him close as he leaves his fingers in your soaked pussy.

he doesn't say anything, his thumb gently nudges your clit again and he feels you get wetter. he smirks, moving his fingers again, this time with you awake.

choso kamo is like a puppy to you.

you and him have been dating for some time now, and at first he was pretty normal about it. of course, he didn’t understand everything that comes with being someone’s boyfriend and was obviously nervous whenever you’d both do anything romantic.

but now…he’s the one who makes you nervous. everywhere that you go, and i mean everywhere, he is always there. even if you can’t see him.

you’re in the kitchen making something? he’ll hug you from behind and hinder your movement, and when you scold him he’ll just stand next to you instead; just staring at the side of your face.

if you‘re taking a shower, he wont get in with you, but he will sit on the toilet and just talk to you about his day.

even when you’re in public and you need to use the restroom, he will stand right outside of the bathroom holding all of your things. at first you had to teach him that he can’t just waltz into the women’s restroom, and he was confused, but now he just waits patiently for you.

in other words, choso is soso clingy to you. he wants to be near you every second of the day. of course he’ll leave you alone when you ask him to, but not without whining a little and making it obvious that he’s bored without you. to him, just sitting in your presence is enough to entertain him and make him happy.

you sat your phone against your desk, the charm dangling in front of the camera, obscuring the view for a brief blurry second before sukuna scoffed, a large hand reaching out to flick it out of frame. “damn thing’s in the way.”

as you settled beside him, sukuna shifted into the camera’s frame too—naturally taking up more space than the camera could properly capture—large, broad shoulders, spiky, mussed salmon-hued hair pushed back from his tatted hand running through it way too many times, displaying all his sharp, sinister-looking features that stood out under the bright light in your dorm room.

a long roman nose that almost looked sculpted by the gods rather than born, edged brows pulled into a permanent annoyed expression, peach-colored lips soft despite the permanent grumpiness etched into them.

deep pools of onyx-colored ink seeped into his tanned skin, veins bulging faintly through the markings.

you glance over at your annoyed, pouting hulk of a boyfriend who, despite his rough exterior, is all soft for you.

you smile. “thanks, kuna baby.”

he shrugs, dismissively letting out a rasp-filled grunt. “tch.”

you poke his cheek in return, and he only sighs, but you feel the way he slowly melts into it, subtle and hesitant, like a grumpy stray cat pretending it doesn’t secretly enjoy pets.

“get on with it,” he demands.

you give him a pointed look.

his eye twitches before he grumbles, voice rougher this time, “get on with it, baby.”

“see? was that so hard?” you say sweetly, playing coy.

he rolls his eyes, head falling back against the chair, tongue clicking inside his mouth.

“don’t push it,” he says gruffly.

you squeal, ignoring his warning, clapping your hands together as you pull out the original-flavored ramune soda, the glass bottle clinking beneath your manicured nails while the clear liquid sloshes inside.

having tried every flavor but this one, you were excited—but more than anything, you were practically buzzing from the tips of your fingers to your toes at the trick you were about to play on sukuna.

he doesn’t really keep up with social media or trends—thinks they’re stupid. he only has an instagram because you begged him to get one so he could see your posts, and it’s literally just a black profile picture with the username mygirlfriendmadememakethisbullshit, and a bio that reads:

“fuck off im married.”

you’re not, but sukuna declares every single day that you’re his bride-to-be, ridiculously possessive about it too.

you’re his.

he’ll do anything to make sure you know that.

thankfully, his complete lack of knowledge when it comes to social media means you can play all the stupid, silly pranks on him, and he never sees them coming. and his reactions never fail to amaze you.

sometimes, you swear you can practically see steam billowing from his ears like some cartoon character. he’s embarrassingly easy to rile up.

your lips curl into a mischievous smirk for only a second before you replace it with a silky, saccharine-glossed pout.

“here,” you hum, holding the bottle out. “you try first.”

sukuna’s large hand practically swallows the bottle, fingers covering most of the label before he tips it back and takes a long swig.

immediately, he makes a face—teeth clenched, jaw tightening as he sucks in a breath, grimacing, his expression twisting in disgust.

“tastes like garbage,” he says bluntly, holding the bottle out for you to take back. “too sweet.”

you crinkle your nose. “what? gimme. i’ll be the judge of that. your tastebuds suck.”

he stares at you, his expression completely deadpan.

“clearly they don’t if i’m with you.”

heat pools low in your stomach from his compliment. you smile, pink dusting your cheeks, teasing him back.

“duh. i’m the exception.”

you snatch the bottle from him, bringing the edge of your shirt up to wipe the rim—erasing a part of him, or at least that’s what sukuna thinks as it takes him a second to fully process what you’ve just done.

his mouth tilts into something almost amused, a dangerous sort of smirk, but his crimson eyes narrow to slits, irritation flickering through them as the telltale vein in his forehead pulses.

you bring the bottle to your lips, forming a small “o” around the opening.

sukuna’s red-inked eyes narrow further, tracking every minuscule movement, locked onto you completely like a predator watching its prey—well, without the bloodshed.

“ooo, yummy,” you hum. “tastes like bubblegum.”

he swears you’re going to be the death of him—he’s had enough with your little tricks.

“what the fuck was that, huh?” he snaps. “treatin’ me like i’m some fuckin’ scum?”

you laugh nervously, trying to play it off, but he’s already moving.

rough hands manhandle you effortlessly, yanking the bottle from your grasp before he takes another massive swallow.

one large hand grips your jaw, thumb prodding at your soft lips, forcing your mouth open, holding it wide as he spits the fizzy soda back into your mouth.

he settles against his chair again like nothing happened, watching intently as you swallow it all down.

his hand lightly slaps your cheek, palm heated against your flesh, no real sting—only the phantom lingering touch that makes you feel a little too desperate for more.

“don’t do that stupid shit again,” he says, voice low, sending a shiver down your spine, your heart stuttering with a sudden, aching need for him.

꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ masterlist - kofi - emergency comm info!

note: first time writing for sukuna.. how did i do?? this was inspired by a tiktok trend btw

The first time Satoru Gojo realizes he made a mistake is when he can’t find you on campus.

At first he thinks it’s funny.

You’ve always been easy to find. The west library corner seat by the window. The campus café at 10:30 with a vanilla latte and that same notebook you pretend isn’t a diary.

But after the breakup?

You vanish.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

Your Instagram, phone number, Snapchat — blocked.

He stares at his phone in the Alpha Tau living room while music blasts around him and someone hands him another drink.

Blocked.

“Damn,” one of the guys laughs. “She actually did it.”

Gojo scoffs like it doesn’t matter. “I’ll get her back,” he says cockily.

Like he’s not the one who said it. I need to focus on football.

The lie sounded convincing at the time. The scouts were watching. His coach kept yelling about discipline. Everyone said relationships were a distraction.

So he broke up with you.

Clean and quick.

Two weeks later, he’s drunk at three different frat parties, shamefully sneaking out of sorority house hookups before the sun even rises.

And somehow that’s when he realizes something feels wrong.

———-

The First Attempt

He tries texting.

It doesn’t go through. Still blocked.

He laughs to himself. “Dramatic much.”

But that night he still walks across campus toward the all-girl dorms.

Except the front desk girl just shrugs. “She’s not here.”

Gojo frowns, “What do you mean she’s not here?”

“Means she’s not here.”

He stands outside the dorm building for ten minutes before leaving.

The next day he tries again. Still no sight of you.

Flowers

A week later a bouquet arrives at your dorm. White lilies and baby’s breath.

Attached card: —SG <3

He doesn’t even know if you like lilies. You used to talk about flowers sometimes, but he never listened carefully enough to remember, and now he regrets it.

The desk girl tells him later you picked them up without saying a word.

Still no message back.

The Letters

Then the letters start. The handwritten notes made him feel romantic, he was sure this would get a response out of you.

The first one is simple.

I know you blocked me. I deserve it.

Let me know if you wanna talk

-Satoru <3

No response.

The second one is longer.

I didn’t break up with you because I stopped loving you. I thought I was doing the responsible thing.

Please unblock me xoxo

The third one is messy.

He writes it at 2 AM after a party he left early because some girl laughed too loud in a way that sounded a little too much like you.

I keep looking for you around campus.

You used to sit by the west library window. I checked yesterday. You weren’t there. Are you avoiding me?

- Toru

Your Favorite Snacks

The dorm desk starts receiving packages. Your favorite chocolate. Spicy chips.

Strawberry gummies you always bought from the vending machine during late-night study sessions.

Deliveries of your favourite bubble tea.

The desk girl starts recognizing his name. “Another one from the football guy. I told him you weren’t here again like you asked.”

Meanwhile

Gojo’s reputation doesn’t change. He’s still the star player. Still the loud one at parties. Still the guy everyone thinks has everything.

But lately he keeps checking doorways. Scanning crowds at football games. Looking for someone who isn’t there.

The First Time He Sees You Again

It’s raining. He’s leaving practice when he spots you across the quad under a blue umbrella.

For a second he thinks he imagined it.

But then you look up. And your eyes meet his.

The look on your face isn’t anger. It’s worse.

It’s indifference.

You turn and keep walking. Gojo’s heart drops straight into his stomach. He can’t let you escape after all this time of chasing you.

“Hey—!”

You stop slowly. You look over your shoulder. “…What?” Your voice is calm.

Gojo suddenly forgets every speech he rehearsed. “I—did you get the letters?”

“Yes.”

“…And?…will you please talk to me?”

You stare at him for a long moment “Goodnight, Gojo.”

Then you turn and walk away, leaving him standing alone in the rain, watching you disappear.

it’s 2:34 in the morning, and the only light in your dorm room comes from your glowing laptop screen. your history paper, a fifteen-page monstrosity on the socioeconomic impact of the second world war, is due at 8:00 am. you’ve been surviving on a combination of caffeine and sour candy for the past six hours, and you can feel the exhaustion settling deep into your bones

you’re typing the topic sentence of your conclusion, when without warning, without so much as a flicker, your screen goes completely black and the low hum of the fan ceases. your heart hammers against your ribs, a beat of pure panic. no. no, no, no.

you spam the spacebar. nothing. you mash the power button, holding it down until your finger aches, then releasing it and pressing it again. nothing.

you try every combination of keys you can think of, hands trembling so badly you can barely type. nothing. the screen remains a void mirror that reflects your own, tear-streaked face back at you. the document. your sources. hours of work. . . gone.

a choked sob escapes your throat. tears spill over your waterline, blurring your vision until the dark screen is just a smear of nothingness. you can feel the panic building in your chest, squeezing the air from your lungs.

your roommate, shoko, is dead asleep across the room, her soft snores the only sound breaking the suffocating silence. you can’t wake her up. you can’t bother anyone with this. with the sole exception of satoru gojo, of course.

with trembling fingers, you grab your phone and pull up his contact. thumb hovering over your keyboard.

it’s almost three in the morning. satoru is meticulous about his sleep schedule. he needs his eight hours or he’s insufferable and cranky all day. and he has his biochem final today. you can’t. you shouldn’t.

but the thought of starting over from scratch, of facing this alone, is more than you can bear.

toru i’m gonna cry [ 02:36 am ]

you stare at the words you’ve typed up, they’re so dramatic and unserious but you send them anyway.

i hate my fucking chungus life [ 02:36 am ]

three little dots appear before you can even wipe the fresh tears from your cheeks.

toruuu ❤︎ : What’s wrong baby? [ 02:36 am ]

tags <3

it’s been 5 minutes since he’s finished inside you and he’s been pressed into your body, face nuzzled into your shoulder, since. his dick that he lazily pulled back into his briefs lies along your stomach while he lazes on top of you.

“satoru.” you mumble softly. well, as loud as you can with tufts of thick white hair half obstructing your mouth. he hums into your neck in acknowledgement. you push away his hair lying by your mouth. “i’ve got work tomorrow. go.”

you nearly for bad for telling him to leave. it’s just past midnight and he hasn’t even begged to say yet. yet.

“please.” he whines into your neck. he clutches your closer in his toned arms that are snaked around you. “just for tonight. i promise i’ll leave in the morning. just…” he trails off, whimpering muffledly below your ear.

he’s growing on you and you feel gross for admitting to it—to your friends. if you told him his ego’d skyrocket unbearably. you’re giving yourself a mental peptalk to not give into his stereotypical heartthrob charm and shoo him away like usual. thank god you don’t have his pathetic little bug eyes staring up at you or else you would’ve caved already.

“satoru, you know—” he cuts you off.

“it’s late.” he squeezes you even harder. he kisses up your jaw to try and convince you. “just let me stay here tonight. i’ll be good, won’t even notice me, baby.”

you know he will. he’ll be as silent and in-obnoxious as he can be in hopes you’ll let him stay over again some day. you nearly say something in retort but he pushes himself up and stares down at you while he speaks up again. his kicked puppy dog eyes bore into yours while he pleads shamelessly.

“please.” he frowns. he looks pretty like this, still worn out from fucking you and even more pathetic than usual.

you dart your eyes away from him as you speak.

“tonight and tonight only.” he leans forward, near inches away from you like he’s expecting a kiss while he widely grins. his dimples pierce through the gush of his porcelain cheeks. he giggles stupidly. “shut up.” you try and push him off of you but to no avail.

he jolts his head forward and starts messily peppering kisses over your face, jaw and forehead. he makes annoying, exaggerated ‘mwah’ sounds as he does.

“thank you—thank you, baby.” he says as he finally pulls back. his eyes study you as he notices a slight curl of your lips. usually he’d yell out how this means you must love him but he promised to be on his best behavior. so he’ll smugly realize you actually like him in his head until morning.

syn. when he kisses u with lip plumper on 1.3k words

you’re on the last bite of your breakfast when megumi’s car glides up to your driveway, visible through the front window. a bright smile blooms across your face as you wave at him through the glass, animated and eager.

your boyfriend offers you a small smile in return, a fond, private one that only exists when you're present.

you hold up two fingers at him, as if to signal that you just need a couple more minutes, shoving the last bit of bread into your mouth with the other hand, and he responds with a curt nod that reads 'take your time'.

megumi never rushes you — which only ever makes you feel more guilty when you're running late.

so you make a point to be quick; rinsing your plate in the sink, shrugging into your jacket, tugging on your scarf and gloves, slipping your shoes on by the door. you sling your purse over your shoulder before catching your reflection in the hallway mirror.

you pat down your hair, straightening your skirt, and digging into your pocket for your final touch— lip gloss. the applicator twists free of the tube with a soft pop before you bring it to your mouth, quickly dusting away a few stray crumbs of bread from the corners of your mouth and applying a final coat of shimmery pink.

bf!choso has a mommy kink!? | tags: mommy kink (ofc), sub choso, dom reader, puppy play, BD$M

You knew Choso was a freak; hell, you guys have practically tried everything. From ass plugs to puppy play and even role-playing.

You were never the type to judge; however, the word that fell off of Choso's lips did in fact surprise you.

"Mmm! T-too much, Mommy!" Choso whines while panting under you.

You had been edging him for nearly an hour. Almost one hour of him whining, crying, and begging for you to let him cum. Every time he tried to, though, you'd just smack his face and grab the base of his irritated cock. Making his orgasm bubble down.

Throughout that hour Choso had called you pretty much every pet name under the sun. Baby, angel, and even princess. But even him calling you mommy shocked you.

You freeze up, making eye contact with Choso's teary eyes. His lip quivers as you keep eye contact with him.

"Cho? What did you just call me?"

Choso hides his face in the sheets, staining the cotton bedsheets with his teary eyes. "I-I'm sorry," he says. "I didn't mean to make things weird—"

"None of that. Don't apologize. Call me that again and I might just let you cum."

"R-really."

"Mm, really, Cho. I think you deserve it. You've been such a good boy."

Choso looks up at you like a deer lost in headlights. "Really?" he says, once more.

You nod at him. "Now, what do you refer to me as?"

"M-mommy..." he says quietly.

"Sorry?" I didn't quite hear you. You say, with a smirk tugging on your lips.

"I-I said... Mommy..."

"There you go, Cho, just a pathetic puppy for Mommy. I knew you could do it. Such a good boy just for me, hm?"

"Y-yes... just for you, Mommy..."

You let out a breathy moan at the title before continuing to pump down on Choso’s irritated cock.

"Ahh! Mommy! It feels so good... 'm going to cum!"

"Yeah? Go ahead, Cho, cum for Mommy like the pathetic puppy that you are."

A/N: totally not self indulgent btw

"you have any idea how much money i've spent on you, sweetheart?"

toji's voice is rough as he crowds you against his apartment wall, one hand already sliding under your shirt. his other hand holds his phone, showing your onlyfans page—and his transaction history. thousands of dollars in tips, custom content purchases, private messages.

"every fucking video. every photo. i've bought it all." he tosses the phone aside and grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "but now i get the real thing."

he kisses you brutally, all teeth and tongue, claiming your mouth like he owns it. his hands strip you efficiently, years of combat experience making him quick and precise. within seconds, you're naked while he's still fully clothed.

"on the bed, baby. show me that pretty pussy i've been jerking off to for months."

you climb onto his bed, spreading your legs as he watches with dark hunger. toji strips slowly, revealing his scarred, muscular body—the body you've fantasized about while filming content.

"you know what i want?" he kneels between your thighs, running his rough palms up your legs. "i want you to ride my face like you do that dildo in your videos. but this time, it's my tongue making you scream."

he lies back and pulls you up to straddle his face. the first swipe of his tongue makes you moan—he's skilled, experienced, knowing exactly how to work you. he eats you out like a man starving, tongue fucking into you while his nose grinds against your clit.

"toji—fuck—oh god—"

his hands grip your ass, forcing you to grind harder against his mouth. he groans against your pussy, the vibrations making you shake. when you come, gushing on his face, he drinks it down greedily.

"taste better than i imagined, sweetheart." he flips you onto your back, positioning his thick cock at your entrance. "now i'm gonna fuck you better than any toy ever could."

he pushes inside, stretching you open on his massive length. you cry out at the fullness, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottoms out.

"that's it, baby. take every fucking inch." he starts moving, deep strokes that make you feel him in your stomach. "this pussy belongs to me now. gonna fuck you so good you'll never want anyone else watching those videos."

his pace is relentless, powerful thrusts that shake the entire bed. one hand finds your clit, rubbing in tight circles while he pounds into you.

"come on my cock, sweetheart. give me what i paid for."

your second orgasm hits harder than the first, vision whiting out as pleasure consumes you. toji fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

"gonna fill you up, baby. gonna pump you so full of cum you'll be dripping for days."

he comes with a guttural groan, cock pulsing as he empties inside you. when he finally pulls out, he immediately pushes his cum back inside with his fingers.

"we're not done, sweetheart. i've got months of fantasies to work through, and we're doing every single one tonight."

oblivious, lonely reader who’s used to doing things alone x downbad!sukuna. jealous!sukuna. gn!reader. reader wears glasses. uncle!sukuna. sukuna calls reader angel. he’s so down bad bro. ooc sukuna as usual. mentions of nsfw contents.

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1. movie nights.

you had a specific, detailed, high maintenance routine for watching movies. you had slowly perfected the process— a mental to do list popping up every time a new movie dropped that you needed to watch.

first, you needed to be in your designated ‘movie night pajamas’, the most comfortable you owned. your favorite blanket had to be there, along with your favorite pillow for support. you liked watching in your home more than cinemas, because you disliked the idea of not being able to pause the movie for whatever reason. who decided to make bathroom breaks that short, anyways?

for snacks, chips poured into your favorite bowl, your favorite niche flavor. a chocolate bar sat beside it just incase the movie got intense enough for you to crave it. your favorite drink was set beside them in a thermal cup, allowing you to drink it as slow as possible without it melting too quickly.

your phone had to be on dnd, blocking out every notification. the room had to be cold, and you avoided any distractions because pausing the movie on piracy websites meant three minutes of closing ads to turn it back on.

tonight, everything was perfect.

you were perfectly wrapped in your blanket, eyes wide as it watched the screen perfectly, chips tasting perfect, drink perfected, everything absolutely perfect—

bzzz.

you immediately groaned. who could possibly be showing up? you hadn’t ordered food. no one was invited over. it was late. what could possibly be urgent enough to prompt someone to ruin your little routine?

you paused the movie (which took three minutes of pressing ‘x’ on ads urging you to ‘text hot, single ladies in your area’, and ‘ai bots who can make you cum in three minutes!’), pushed the blanket off, and pulled the door open with a soft pout you didn’t even register, just to pause when you saw sukuna standing there, eyebrows furrowed, frowning.

you and sukuna weren’t that close, really. you were in the same friend group, but you always felt nervous around him. he was intimidating, scary, too cool for you. he always stared at you blankly, and you decided he was judging you for… everything. you were awkward, nervous, a little odd.

so, him showing up to your home at midnight was a little… nerve-wracking. his red eyes slowly scanned your comfortable, worn out pajamas, messy hair, tiny pout that faded as your eyes widened, before he blinked blankly. “sorry for showing up unannounced.”

he didn’t sound apologetic. at all. his tone was monotonous, almost unamused.

“can i come in?”

you slowly blinked, before realizing how dumb you must look. you grimaced internally, stepping aside, letting him in. immediately, his eyes landed on your little set up, and he arched an eyebrow. “movie night, huh? watching part two of your little movie series?”

“how did you know?” you mumbled, genuinely confused. much to your surprise, his lips twitched up in something that looked like admiration, amused, and it was the closest you ever got to see him smile.

holy fuck, he was so gorgeous it felt unfair. now that you were actually focusing on the man towering over you, dressed in a black shirt and gray sweatpants, tanned skin peaking from under his clothes, muscles on view—

“it’s your favorite series, and it just dropped. i can recognize the sketchy ass website because you hate netflix. you have your little movie night routine, pajamas, chips, and drink.” he murmured casually, nonchalantly, as if it was normal that the guy you thought disliked you knew this much about you. “i listen, you know.”

your jaw was slack, eyes wide. he only snorted, arching an eyebrow. “don’t tell me fucking gojo was right and you really think i hate you.”

you paused. “well…”

“are you serious?” sukuna scoffed. “you’re my fucking favorite in the group, dumbass.”

“what?” you mumbled back, more confused. “you always glare at me. you never talk to me. i was starting to think you didn’t even know my last name.”

he stared at you, almost as if you were insane, then sighed. “you really are oblivious, huh?”

“hey—“

he shook his head, still looking mildly amused. “here’s the notes suguru said he would drop by to give you and forgot. i know you like studying early.”

“oh. you didn’t have to—“

“i wanted to.” he immediately stated, face serious. “‘ll leave you to it, can’t have someone ruining your perfect night. goodnight.”

with that, he was out, leaving you even more flabbergasted.

what. the. fuck.

2. hangouts.

you were still getting used to the idea that sukuna told you that not only did he not hate you, but that you were his favorite in the group. to you, the idea was unbelievable. flabbergasting. maybe even a little more scarier than being hated by him for some reason, but you managed pretty well.

at least you were more comfortable hanging out with your group now.

however, you had a tiny little habit. you hated the coffee at the place your friends loved, so often, you just walked away to the place next to it to buy your own coffee. it provided you a break, making the little pit of your stomach that grows when having to be around people, even your best friends, for too long reset, and you just get a chance to catch your breath.

today wasn’t different. in the middle of the hangout, you grabbed your wallet and slipped out, enjoying the tiny walk in fresh air before you stepped into your favorite cafe.

the familiar barista immediately lit up at the sight of you, boredom fading from his face. he was your age, friendly with a cute grin that grew whenever you two chatted— something that made you feel at ease when ordering.

“my favorite customer,” he immediately greeted, grinning. the bell at the door chimed, and you both didn’t pay any mind to it. “i wonder what you will order this time.”

you snorted. you both knew you ordered the exact same thing every single time. “yeah, i wonder too.”

he chuckled, eyes flickering to the screen. you could feel a figure stopping behind you. “well, you know your total.”

you hummed, about to pay, when the familiar scent of sukuna’s signature perfume finally registered in your mind as he moved to step beside you, eyes narrowed, jaw slowly twitching. “make it two.”

you slowly glanced up. the barista looked up in surprise, before he nodded calmly. “of course.”

before you could register it, sukuna’s card was pressing against the machine, paying for you both. your jaw went slack for the second time this week, flabbergasted once more, but sukuna was already pulling you out of line so that the people behind you could pay.

and, more unfazed that he should be by his own actions, he casually held out the receipt. “here. you take the code and collect points on their app, right?”

“…how the fuck do you even know that?” you mumbled, utterly confused. “why are you here? how did you find me— did you even know what you ordered—“

“easy there, angel.” he murmured, calm. “you always carry the receipt and i see you type something from it on your phone often. ‘m here because the coffee in the other shop is ass. you always come here, so i figured i would try my coffee with you. i know what i ordered because i know your order.”

you openly gaped at him. he only reached over, grabbing both drinks, arching an eyebrow. “are you gonna gape at me forever or drink this sweet shit?”

“…did you just call me angel?”

his amusement immediately faded, ears turning red as he shoved your drink your way, looking away. “absolutely not. hallucinations. let’s go.”

that was what he chooses to deny? not that he knew your movie night in details? that he knew your exact drink? that he knew you secretly collected points from your favorite coffee shop?

you let out a tiny chuckle, amused, following behind him. that somehow managed to make his ears even more red, a scowl pulling on his pretty lips.

fuck. he was gorgeous, and adorable.

how horrible for you.

3. aquarium.

you laid face-down on shoko’s bed, face showed between the pillows, eyes shut in pure horror. “‘m so screwed.”

she sighed for the nth time from where she sat on the ground, studying. “you quite literally could not be more not screwed.”

“i have a crush on him, shoko. i never have crushes. and now i have one, on fucking sukuna. the guy once punched a guy for breathing ‘his’ air. he fucking hates people. i am so utterly fucked. he will kill me.”

she glanced up, as if she knew something you didn’t. “he won’t kill you. kiss you? maybe.”

“stop being delusional.” you mumbled, voice muffled as you buried your face into the sand further. “‘m so fucked.”

she sighed. “you’re delusional too if you don’t realize what’s happening. anyways, isn’t it the twenty seventh? your monthly aquarium night?”

you jumped up, gasping. “it is! fuck!” you quickly grabbed your phone to check the time, before opening the aquarium’s instagram page just in case there were any updates.

and, unfortunately, right there on their instagram story, posted twelve hours ago, was a simple statement.

‘couples only day!’

“oh, fuck my fucking life.” you mumbled, eyes on the story, shoulders drooping. “shoko, be my aquarium date.”

“couples only, huh? if only these weren’t the conditions,” she mused, almost flirty, before tilting her head.

“yes.”

“ask sukuna to go with you.”

you blinked once, twice, before pulling up your phone, nodding, serious. “good idea. ‘m asking gojo or geto.”

“that is quite literally not what i said.”

“you’re a genius.”

you sent off a quick text to geto and gojo, jumping off her bed to head to your own apartment to get ready. after dressing up all cute for the sake of your loved marine animals, you glanced down at your phone, where a vague text from gojo said he couldn’t, followed by maybe three million crying emojis (which was maybe because he had begged before to accompany you said no. aquariums were a single, you-only trip), and geto sent back a simple ‘he’s almost there’, and a thumbs up.

what kind of reply was that? you frowned, sending five questions marks, about to ask who the fuck ‘he’ was, when your doorbell rings.

you pulled the door open, and freeze when your eyes landed on the one and only sukuna. he glanced at you, eyes blank, and nodded once. “let’s go.”

“…where?”

he raised an eyebrow. “the aquarium. date night. let’s go.”

“…are you sure?” you immediately mumbled, voice uncharacteristically low. “‘m, uh, kind of enthusiastic about this. nerdy. geeky. um, annoying.”

his lips twitched up into an endeared smile that he immediately pushed back. “i know what ‘m getting into. let’s go.”

you grabbed your jacket, eyebrows furrowing. “suguru could have just said he couldn’t come. i’m sorry he sent you instead.”

“oh, he could come.” sukuna stated blankly, stepping into the elevator behind you. you glanced up at him, confused, and he stared back blankly, as if waiting for you to collect dots you didn’t even see. he only sighed after a few minutes, shaking his head. “this is both cute and infuriating. so, which stupid creature is your favorite?”

you expected a night with sukuna to be awkward. tense. uncomfortable. a night where you had to hold back so you don’t become labeled as talkative, or annoying, or too much.

you didn’t expect for him to be a good listener. nodding at whatever you said, asking questions at first to keep you talking until you were comfortable rambling. you didn’t expect him to hold your things so you could comfortably get closer to the glass, or stay longer at your favorite animals, or ask you about ones that seemed interesting, his eyes soft and lips twitching upwards just the slightest. you didn’t expect him to disappear at one point and come back with a few limited-edition items from the small gift shop either, dumping them in your arms wordlessly as you two were walking out.

“thank you for being my fake date for the night, kuna.” you mumbled as he was dropping you off, sleepy, eyes soft and voice slurred. he paused at your words, lips twitching into a frown before he eyed how sleepy you were and only sighed.

“of course, angel.” he muttered, reaching over and nonchalantly pressing a kiss to your forehead before he turned around, walking away. “…sleep well, goodnight.”

gaping at him seeming like a new routine, except this time, your sleepy eyes were set on his back as he left, almost getting distracted by his muscles showing through the fabric. oh, you were so, utterly fucked.

4. the beach.

you sat quietly on the sand, wrapped tightly in a towel, eyes ahead as you watched gojo, geto and shoko shoving each other in the water. choso was on a towel beside you, deeply asleep and snoring. toji was playing around with megumi and nobara and yuji, who was yapping about how his uncle dropped him off and disappeared. everyone was enjoying themselves.

you were freezing.

you had gotten there earlier, having known they would all show up too late. you liked swimming alone with no eyes on you, so with too much sunscreen, you stayed in the water under the sun in what you knew was the perfect time for you. by the time everyone else arrived, you were already drying in the shade.

oh, how you wished you had a dry towel—

a dry towel dropped into your lap before the thought even finished. you froze, glancing up at the sky, before immediately closing your eyes again and wishing for a million dollars just in case.

“don’t stare at the fucking sun.”

ah. your genie.

you peaked through your lashes at sukuna, who glared at you, a hand going to shade your eyes from the sun. he was dry, holding a small bag which you assumed was for his wallet and phone and car keys and towel, the sun kissing every spot on his perfect body, as if purposely teasing you.

fuck. how could someone be so pretty?

he sighed, pulling a cap out of the bag. he pushed it on top of your damp hair, shading your face, and slumped beside you. “switch towels. mine is dry.”

“hi.” you mumbled dumbly, blinking a few times to snap yourself from the daze seeing his beautiful red eyes in the sun put you through. his lips twitched, face softening, and he only pulled the cap down further. you finally remembered how to think. “don’t you need your towel dry?”

“‘m not going into the water this late.” he stated. his eyes flickered to choso asleep, and he rolled his eyes, standing back up. you watched shamelessly as he effortlessly pulled the heavy umbrella so it was covering the sun kissed stoner, sighing, voice lower. “that dumbass.”

“i spray him with sunscreen every two hours. flipped him once.” you mused, taking the chance of sukuna being distracted to switch towels, sighing in relief once the warm, dry, soft towel wrapped around you. “thank you, kuna.”

“don’t mention it.” he grunted, then frowned once he registered your words, “you rub sunscreen on him?”

“oh, no, it’s a spray.” you hummed, pulling it out. “isn’t it cool?”

he glanced at the spray bottle, shoulders slowly relaxing. “mhm. it is. can you spray me?”

you nodded, moving to stand up, immediately stumbling in the towel. firm fingers immediately steadied you, and you deeply hoped he couldn’t feel the warmth radiating off you from being flustered as he slowly let go.

you slowly sprayed him, the sunscreen leaving a shiny coat that made him look even more beautiful. after making sure every part of him was covered, you slowly sat back down. “try to rub it to make sure it’s even.”

he hummed, eyes shut, slowly spreading it out, spreading it out on his tan skin.

what a fucking sight, really. he was so, unbelievably gorgeous. you were so fucked.

“…you went early, huh?”

“…yeah.” you mumbled, eyes still on him, hoping he keeps his eyes closed.

“tell me next time. ‘ll go with you.” he sighed. “these idiots always come when it’s already too cold.”

you nodded slowly as he finally finished, slumping next to you on the little beach mat gojo had gotten, so close that his thigh was pretty to your covered figure. he frowned. “your lips are pale. still cold?”

you grimaced. “‘ll be okay. thank you for the towel—“

he sighed, an arm wrapping around your shoulder before he was pulling you towards him. you missed the way his body relaxed, lips twitching into a repressed grin, the face of a man finally achieving one of his long lost goals.

holy fuck. you were pressed to his side, his body oozing warmth. he smelled great, and you could feel his muscles every time he shifted. as you stared ahead, trying to pretend like you weren’t malfunctioning, your eyes landed on shoko, gojo and geto staring back at you guys from the water, jaws slack.

well. at least it wasn’t you this time.

5. studying.

as much as it seemed otherwise, studying with gojo actually helped you. you both kept each other in check— you stopped him whenever he started yapping, and he distracted you whenever you were spiraling. you both were a team when studying— having been one since the first semester, when you both met.

during breaks, however, was when you really liked studying with gojo. you both sat with thirteen expensive pastries in front of you, gojo’s treat, and he grinned excitedly. “oh, this will be so good. you go first.”

“you don’t have to tell me twice.” you mumbled, picking one up. you immediately moaned in delight, holding the rest to gojo, who reached over and took the rest from between your fingers. “fuck. this is so good.”

gojo let out an even louder moan. you both ignored the disgusted glares from the people around you, happily chewing. “oh, these are fucking godsent. thank you for being my taste buddy.”

“thank you,” you mumbled, grabbing another one. “you’re the one spoiling me with these. you’re, like, my dream man right now.”

gojo let out a loud laugh, before pausing, shivering in horror at whatever he imagined. “do not let sukuna hear you saying that. he’ll have my head.”

“why would he have your head for that?” you mumbled, mouthful, and distracted by the heavenly taste of these. you weren’t even a fan of pasteries, but these were on another level. you tried another, and immediately groaned. “fuck. try this one.”

you immediately extended your hand out to gojo. he, as usual, ate half of it off your fingers instead, and dramatically melted in his seat. “ten out of ten. perfect. stunning. i will marry whoever made these.” he swallowed, and quickly ate the rest off your fingers to. “and he will because he’s, like, in love with you.”

“you flipping liar.” you mumbled, unamused with the obvious fake news. “he doesn’t. he’s just a good friend.”

“he’s not a good friend,” gojo snorted. “he almost shoved my head into the toilet bowl yesterday because he was bored. he likes you.”

you did not believe him the slightest. “uh-huh. wanna try the red one?”

“yes, please.”

later that night, you were curled up in bed— going over everything you had studied earlier to lock the information into your mind. the groupchat was blowing up after choso was caught kissing someone (you already knew the news. choso blurted about his ‘secret’ crush to you before when he was high, and forgot.) and you just shot back a sticker laughing, said you were studying and you needed more caffeine to deal with this, and shut your phone off completely.

you really needed caffeine.

everytime you shut your eyes, all you can see is a cold, cup of your favorite coffee from your favorite shop. the condensation running down, the inviting taste, everything—

fuck. you needed one so bad. you frowned, turning your phone on to glance at the time, and paused when a notification stood out from between the ones on the groupchat.

sukuna: pick u up for coffee in five?

you stared at the message, then slowly glanced down at the sweatpants and oversized hoodie you were in, your hair messy, broken glasses on because you were too lazy to get these specific ones fixed and you lost the other, before sighing. you needed caffeine too bad to worry about how you looked in front of him right now.

you: please :c

a car honked downstairs a few minutes. you quickly grabbed your wallet and your half-dead phone, rushing downstairs, grabbing an oversized jacket on the way so you could tug it on top of your thick hoodie, grimacing at how much of a mess you looked. you slid into the passenger seat, and sukuna only stared at you, eyes slowly taking in your appearance, lips softly pulling up.

“don’t say anything.” you immediately mumbled. his smirk widened, but he didn’t speak, immediately resuming to drive, eyes ahead. “‘m so sleepy.”

“uh-huh. let’s get some caffeine in you.” he murmured, turning more serious. “don’t overwork yourself tonight. did you have dinner?”

you nodded, ignoring how your heart felt like it was twirling in your chest. “i did. ate and drank and slept well.”

he hummed. “good.”

in the coffee shop, he got the same as you, paying despite your complaints. once the drinks were out, he grabbed both, wrapping yours in tissues to keep your fingers from being cold before handing it over, humming.

you were looking over notes in your phone, too tired to register his actions. you only quietly took the cup, immediately sipping, shoulders slowly rolling down, tense muscles relaxing. “thank you, kuna.”

he clicked his tongue. “don’t mention it.”

in the car, you focused on sipping the coffee, and he cleared his throat. “gojo said you two were on a study date this morning. pastries and shit. said you called him your dream man.”

you snorted. sukuna glanced over, utterly unamused, almost pouting. “i love gojo.”

his lips immediately formed a scowl. “you love him?”

“not like that,” you snorted. “he’s just… he was the first person who was nice to me in university, you know. the first person who made sure i never felt like a burden. he means a lot to me, platonically.”

he was silent for a while, then nodded, pulling up in front of your building. “good. you deserve to never feel like a burden. you… mean a lot to me.”

was he trying to kill you? you immediately shuffled out, heart beating like it was trying to escape your chest, cheeks burning. “you mean a lot to me too, kuna. um, goodnight. thank you for picking me up.”

“don’t mention it, angel.”

+1.

against your will, you were dragged to a party.

you would have been enthusiastic, really, if finals hadn’t just ended— leaving you too sleep deprived that you couldn’t even walk straight. gojo had came over to force you out and picked your outfit out for you, keeping in mind your pleads for it to be something warm, and you ended up in the passenger seat of his car, asleep soundly, vaguely aware of his whining about you needing to be awake as he drove you there.

you could only remember little snippets between your tiny naps, really.

gojo having his arm around you as he dragged you in.

you slumping down beside choso, immediately falling asleep on his shoulder.

sukuna crouching down in front of you, concerned, eyes worried.

sukuna covering you with a blanket.

sukuna sitting beside you, pulling your head into his shoulder instead.

geto replacing choso. you shifting, head falling into his shoulder because he was warmer.

sukuna immediately pulling you back towards him, an arm falling around your waist to keep you close, bickering with geto.

after that, you drifted into deep sleep— the kind that only came after a week straight of pulling all nighters. and, when you woke up again, you were wrapped in a blanket, on the roof, on a tiny couch with your head on sukuna’s lap and a cigarette between his lips.

the second he registered you awake, he pushed the cigarette into the ashtray, eyes soft, fingers on your shoulders to help you sit up. “you okay, angel?”

“mhm. sleepy.” you mumbled, blinking slowly, still half asleep. you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “thank you for watching over me, kuna. you’re, like, my angel.”

“…don’t mention it.” he whispered— although, it sounded more like a pained whimper. “i… yeah. don’t mention it.”

it was silent for a few minutes. you both stared up at the sky, lost in thought, before sukuna cleared his throat.

“…the stars are pretty.”

“mhm.”

he paused, before speaking again. his voice was low, soft, but it was laced with quiet frustration that you could tell wasn’t pointed at you. “we’re, uh, done with the semester.”

“…mhm.”

he clicked his tongue, and sat up, like he’s restarting. “…we’re good friends.”

“we are.” you mumbled, still dazed from your delicious, needed nap. he let out a small groan, face buried into his palm.

“fuck.”

“…kuna?” you murmured, voice soft, sleepy. his eyes finally flickered up, frustrated and almost disappointed in himself, and you only gave him a small, sleepy smile. “i like you too.”

and finally, it was his turn for his jaw to go slack, eyes widening, before he turned to you quickly. “you’re not fucking with me, right? you like me?”

you nodded, sleepy, but focused. “i like you.”

he didn’t hesitate before dropping to his knees in front of you, eyes soft and almost pathetic. “say that again. please.”

“i like you, kuna.” you repeated, quieter, softer, more serious.

he let his head drop, face pressed against the blanket covering your thighs briefly, voice muffled when he spoke. “…you have no idea how many years i have been dying to hear this, angel. fuck.” when he lifted his head back up, his red eyes were almost glossy. “‘m marrying the fuck out of you one day.”

that managed a sleepy laugh out of you. “take me on a date first, at least. we haven’t even kissed yet.”

his eyes lit up at the mere thought— before you watched him visibly holding himself back, trying to appear more relaxed, probably to not scare you off, despite his reddening ears at the idea. “right. dates. i will date you so fucking good, i promise, you will never think of anyone but me again. not even that stupid barista who clearly wants you so bad. only me.” he nodded, serious, scowling, before his eyes softened again. “best dates of your life. where do you want to go? dinner? coffee? aquarium? your little movie night routine at my place? do you want me to make it a surprise? i will be the best boyfriend— wait, fuck, not that yet—“

you reached over, softly pressing your lips to his,

he froze, eyes probably wide, then immediately melted the second your fingers gently cupped his face to pull him closer, letting out a soft, little sound into the kiss that had his face flushing further.

once you pulled away, your eyes met his dazed ones, and he slowly sucked in a deep breath. “….fuck.”

“dinner sounds good.” you whispered back, thumb brushing over his bottom lip, and he shut his eyes, as if it took visible effort not to groan. “next week?”

“you think ‘ll make it to next week?” he let out a sharp laugh. “you have me fucking kneeling for you, angel. tomorrow. 8. please.”

“okay.” you murmured, voice soft. “now, come back up, i will want to continue napping on you.”

𓏲ּ𝄢 𓂃 𓈒 ˖ kento covers himself while eating u out . . ꒰ １８+ ꒱

kento is the biggest munch you've ever been with! he'll eat it for breakfast, lunch, & dinner if he could（and trust me, he absolutely tries to !）

but there's one little peculiar thing he always does . .

he always covers himself with a blanket over him while his face is buried deep in your sweet core. when he did it the first time you two ever got intimate, you just thought it was something he did out of respect for you and you wouldn't put it past him to do something like that so you let it be.

as time went on though, he continued doing this and so you couldn't help wonder why. so today you decide to find out just that.

while he's ever so sweetly lapping at your slicked folds, you very slowly lift up the blanket and peek in to see your beloved. he doesn't seem to notice at first since you're still letting out those cute whimpers of yours. but then, he soon hears a soft giggle from you and that makes his eyes shoot up to look at you.

and gosh, he looks so goddamn cute & sexy at the same time — so greedily suckling on your puffy clit and stretching you out with those thick fingers of his, it's like he's completely lost in the moment. then . . his eyes flit up to meet yours whose peaking so adorably with that pretty smile on your face.

kento stops like he'd just been caught doing something naughty（technically he had been!）and then his entire face flushes a shade of pink, smushing his cheek to your inner thigh. you'd never seen him get flustered like this & you genuinely feel your heart do flips at how cute he looks.

"honey . ." he mutters, squishing his face even more into the plush of your thighs. ". . what are you doing?"

"just looking at my lovely boyfriend." you muse, running your fingers through his hair. "because he's always hiding himself when he's eating me out."

the flush on his face gets darker as he lets out a tiny groan, embarrassed & bashful. ". . i just get shy about it, sweetheart. i don't know why but i just do."

your heart flutters at his adorable admission, and with that, you lower the blanket back down & you can hear kento hum in delight as he dives right back in to devouring you ❤︎ !

nanami had learned, over the course of loving you, that your definition of emergency and everyone else’s definition of emergency existed on entirely different planes of reality.

his phone buzzes against the conference table. then again. nanami glances down with a frown while someone drones on about curse logistics.

baby 💗 kento this is bad

baby 💗 like actually bad

baby 💗 emergency

nanami’s brows knit. across the table, gojo leans halfway over in blatant nosiness. “what’s with the face?”

nanami ignores him, already standing. “excuse me for a moment.”

gojo’s grin widens instantly. “oop. girlfriend call?”

nanami shuts the door behind him before answering. “hello.”

your voice comes through watery and upset. “kento.”

his posture straightens immediately. “what happened?”

“it’s awful.”

his chest tightens. “are you hurt?”

“worse.”

nanami pauses. “…worse?”

there’s a tiny, devastated inhale. “my nail broke.”

“…your what?”

“my nail, kento!” your voice cracks. “the pretty one. the one with the little bow.”

nanami closes his eyes, slowly exhales out his nose. “i see.”

“it fully broke,” you whisper, sounding genuinely shattered. “like all the way. the shape is ugly and i tried to fix it but it looks worse and i hate it. and—and i tried calling my nail place but they can’t fit me in for any times right now.”

nanami pinches the bridge of his nose. behind his closed eyelids, he can picture you perfectly. sitting somewhere in your apartment, lower lip trembling, staring at your hand. he can hear the tears in your voice.

ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. “give me a moment, honey,” he says, voice even despite the faint headache blooming behind his eyes. “my meeting is almost over.”

your sniffle crackles through the speaker. “okay…”

“i’ll call you back.”

“i love you.”

another quiet exhale “…yes, i know. i love you too, sweetheart.”

he hangs up and returns to the conference room. for approximately one minute, nanami tries. he sits back down. someone resumes talking. gojo keeps looking at him with this expression and waggling his eyebrows.

“…and if we reassign the patrol routes,” someone says, voice fading into background noise. nanami thinks of your watery little kento through the phone. your sniffles. the dramatic devastation in your voice.

he shuts his eyes briefly. for a sane, rational person, this would not constitute an emergency. for you… nanami exhales quietly, standing. “i’m sorry, but something’s come up. please email me the rest of the meeting.”

gojo wheezes loudly and nanami ignores him, already grabbing his coat. he knows, against all logic and reason, knew the second he sees your face all crumpled up and teary-eyed, he’dllsigh, kiss your forehead, take your hand gently in his, and spend the rest of the evening fixing your crisis.

because unfortunately for him, he loves you.

and because even more unfortunately, your emergencies have become his too.

Toji loves fuckin’ you in a headlock

You and Toji had been “wrestling” on the living room floor for the last ten minutes, more roughhousing than actual fighting. He’d let you get a few decent shots in—mostly because he enjoyed the way you threw yourself at him like you actually stood a chance.

But Toji was done playing nice. With one smooth motion he hooked a thick arm around your neck from behind, pulling you back against his broad chest and locking you in a headlock. His bicep bulged against the side of your head, veins standing out under sun-tanned skin. “Gotcha’,” he growled roughly in your ear.

You squirmed hard, heart hammering, but the more you struggled the tighter his arm flexed around you. “Let go, you oversized bastard,” you hissed, still trying to pry at his forearm even as slick slipped dripped between your thighs. You turned your head just enough and sank your teeth into the thick meat of his bicep.

Toji grunted, the sound half-pain, half-laugh. “The fuck? You biting me now?” He flexed his arm deliberately, forcing your jaw to open a little wider around the hard muscle. “Keep that up and I’ll make you regret it, you little shit.”

You didn’t let go immediately. Instead you bit down harder, tasting salt and skin, feeling the way his muscle jumped under your teeth. Muffled against his arm, you argued back, “You’re the one cheating with that cheap headlock. Let. Me. Go.”

“Yeah?” His free hand slid down your side, gripping your hip hard as he yanked your ass back against the growing bulge in his sweats. “Make me,” he taunted against your ear. “C’mon. Bite harder if you’re so tough.” He yanked you tighter again, forearm pressing firmly against your throat.

You did. Teeth digging in deeper, tongue pressing against the vein that stood out under the pressure. Toji groaned as he shoved your pants and panties down in one rough tug with his other hand. He freed himself from his sweats, his heavy cock slapping against your ass before he lined up and pushed in.

You moaned around his bicep before he released your hip just long enough to smack your ass hard before he grabbed you again and slammed in deeper. “You bite me, I fuck you stupid. Fair trade.”

Your head was spinning, trapped in the headlock, face pressed into his bulging bicep while he railed you from behind. Drool slipped from the corner of your mouth, mixing with the sweat on his arm.

Toji leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear as he panted. “C’mon, keep fighting me. Makes your pussy squeeze so fucking tight when you’re mad.” He gave a particularly vicious thrust, grinding his cock against your pussy.

You answered by sinking your teeth in even deeper, a muffled “Fuck you,” vibrating against his muscles.

“Already doing that, princess.” He snapped back as his pace turned brutal, arm keeping you pinned exactly where he wanted you. Toji’s grunts and curses filled your ear, his sweat-slick chest pressed tight to your back, the headlock never loosening.

You came hard with his bicep between your teeth, muffling your scream as your pussy clenched around him. Toji followed right after with a guttural groan, burying himself deep and flooding you with hot cum.

He didn’t release the headlock as he held you there, panting against your neck, cock still twitching inside you. “Round two?” he murmured, flexing his arm again making you choke as it wrapped tighter around your throat. “Or you tapping out already, princess?”

This bastard, as if a little headlock was going to make you tap out. You twisted your head as much as the headlock allowed and sank your teeth back into his bicep, right over the fresh bite mark you’d already left. You bit down hard, making him grunt.

“Motherf—alright, that’s it,” Toji growled, but there was clear delight in his tone. He yanked you tighter against him, hips snapping forward as you moaned “That all you—ah—got? Gonna have to do better if you want me to—fuck—tap out Ji…”

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you’re both still catching your breath after the fifth round, bodies slick with sweat, the room thick with the scent of sex and satoru’s cologne. he’s lying on his back, chest rising and falling fast, one arm draped over his eyes as he lets out a tired but satisfied laugh.

“fuck, baby. you’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, voice hoarse and amused. “i thought you’d be tapping out by now.”

but instead of curling up against him like he expected, you push yourself up on shaky arms and swing one leg over his hips, straddling him. his eyes snap open in surprise, those bright blue eyes widening as he feels your soaked pussy slide against his half-hard cock.

“wait— seriously?” he blinks, a stunned little laugh escaping him. “you still want more? after all that?”

you don’t answer with words. you just reach down, wrapping your fingers around his length and stroking him slowly back to full hardness. he hisses through his teeth, hands instinctively gripping your thighs.

“holy shit… you’re actually trying to ride me right now?” his voice drops lower, a mix of shock and fresh arousal coloring his tone. “greedy girl. i just gave you five rounds and you’re still this fucking hungry?”

you line him up at your entrance and sink down onto him with a soft moan, taking every inch in one smooth glide. satoru groans loudly, head falling back against the pillow, fingers digging harder into your hips.

“fuck… okay, okay— ride me then,” he breathes out, clearly surprised but already grinning that cocky, dazed grin. “didn’t know my baby had this kind of stamina. shit, you’re gonna ruin me tonight, aren’t you?”

he looks up at you with hooded eyes, biting his lip as you start rolling your hips, watching the way your body moves on top of him like he still can’t quite believe you want even more.