Awkwardly, UNIQUELY Me

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[ohfreshlinen]

𓂃✍︎ in which gojo realizes his feelings. 

DECEMBER 24TH, DAY OF THE NIGHT PARADE OF A HUNDRED DEMONS

It's a trap. Voices ring through Gojo Satoru's ears. He doesn't know which thunders louder, his Six Eyes or an intense wave of emotion bubbling from his chest. But whatever it is, it all leads to one thing: they're being stalled.

Yuta. 

Satoru could only curse at himself because they practically handed the kid on a silver platter for Suguru. They might as well have tied his head with a red ribbon and exclaimed, "Merry Christmas!" while they're at it. 

"You must've figured it out already, I presume?" Miguel says. 

"The one person who declared war for my student isn't here," he adjusts his bandage, "kinda hard not to miss that, sorry." 

Miguel laughs mockingly. And for whatever reason, it just made Satoru hate this man more. Miguel successfully got under his skin.

"Ah, so you haven't figured it out yet."

Satoru doesn't respond, which Miguel takes as an invitation to continue. 

"Pity. Everyone said you were always two steps ahead."

A curse runs towards Satoru, flailing its arms miserably, and without batting an eye from Miguel, the curse implodes simply from a flick of his finger. "I'm not in a pretty mood to play some games here. Like I said before, I'm in a hurry." 

"Thought you could use one. It seems that you're missing a piece here. And that must be killing you." 

And Satoru finally snaps. Motherfucker.

They exchange techniques, blow for blow. Buildings surrounding Satoru's Limitless turn into rubble for every punches, kicks, and throws he's done. Miguel's energy is waning, and he is fairing worse by the second. Good. 

Satoru's patience has worn considerably thin, close to non-existent. He's not here to dilly-dally knowing that Yuta and Maki are in danger and he can only hope he directed Panda and Toge exactly where —

Satoru catches the oncoming fist and freezes. 

No. 

Yuta is not Suguru's priority. How could he have missed that? There is that same unnamed feeling, only this time it's seeping much deeper, nearly suffocating him from the impact. "He's after —" 

You. 

Miguel grins knowingly. "He still wants Yuta, of course. But he wants her more."

Suguru has his hands cup around your cheeks delicately. You can feel his thumbs brush the healed scar on your right and Maki's dried blood from your left. You refuse to stand down, shielding Maki's unconscious form from Suguru. 

The moment you've sensed the veil surrounding Jujutsu High, you try and gather who was left. It wasn't difficult to ask Yuta to stay put before you literally barreled through panels after panels to get to Maki in time before Suguru does something unforgivable.

You don't know whether you made it in a nick of time, but hearing Maki's breath, albeit labored, is enough to put your mind slightly at ease. 

"There's that eyes," he whispers hauntingly. 

"Suguru —"

"Please, don't talk." He almost sounds like he's in pain. "Just let me have this." 

You don't move. You can't will yourself to. Right now, Suguru appears like he's lowered his guard, and subduing him like this gives you a better chance of getting Maki out of here. 

If he can just give you one slip, that's all you need to escape.

"I want you to come with me." He says. 

Stall. 

"Why?" 

Suguru's thumbs twitch. 

Idiot! You internally kick yourself. The curses floating around him shifts, but when Suguru watches the change in your expression, he orders them to back off. 

That's it. Keep his eyes on you.

"You left me." Every word cuts you because even if you did mourn his presence, it hurts you more to lie like this. "You left everyone."

"There were things they never would have agreed to." He presses his lips to your nose. 

You hold your breath. 

"Suguru," you turn your ahead away from his advances, "what you were willing to do, they're not . . ."

"I did it for you."

"W-What?" You stammer. 

"I will never forget the times you would run to me, crying because of how much they treated you. Did you think that I would just let that slide? At nights where I stayed with you, watched you cry yourself to sleep, and pretended that everything's fine in the morning is unbearable. They've hurt one of the few people I've come to care about. Monkeys. All of them. They're all the same."

"That's different." You say. "And even if they did hurt me, nobody deserves this." 

Suguru turns your head, forcing you to look at his tired eyes again. "I will give you the world if you ask me to."

"You can't."

"But I can, if you let me."

"You know that I —" 

"I will even let that," he motions his chin towards Maki, "live. If that's what you want. You only have to say it."

Out. A way out. "Suguru." 

"I will not harm her." He promises. "None of my curses will harm her either." 

"And she gets to live?" You notice the spark in his eyes returning, as if just a tiny more push and you'd be able to finally be by his side. 

"Anything you want." 

You notice two shadows moving behind Suguru. Your heart beats faster. Timing is crucial in this moment. 

You shakily grab his hands, kiss his open palm and say, "Okay." 

It's basically a blur from here on out. You remember moving your limbs towards Maki's figure, hauling her on your back and sprinting out of Toge's range. Curses spring everywhere, but Panda creates a cover for you. Yuta bounds the steps and stops in horror at the entire scene playing out. 

"She's fine." You manage to wheeze out when the kid continues to stare. "Just need to get her stabilized but she's not gravely injured."

"Will she —"

"She'll live. Help me get her out of here." 

You hear Suguru roar in frustration. A distinct ring explodes in your head and before you know it, you gurgle blood out. Maki's weapon that's now embedded against the wooden panel vibrates from the force of Suguru's throw. 

Yuta cries out your name, you barely see him reach his hands towards you before you fall on your knees and collapse. 

"You're always late." Suguru breathes out. 

Satoru could only stare. 

Suguru watches the cold indifference. "How is she?" 

"I got her." Is Satoru's only reply. Not right now. He can't bring himself to lose composure. "That's all you need to know." 

Suguru sputters a smile, "I knew she was lying."

Satoru walks forward. 

Suguru continues. "From the moment she stood in front of me, without a weapon, without anything against me, I knew she would lie, and lie, and lie. She was never the best liar when it comes to saving people. Especially when her emotions get the best of her." 

He takes another step. 

"And I let her. I always do. Maybe I'm partly to blame for making her believe she can lie." 

Another step in. 

"But still, I would've let her lie a thousand times and thousand more. Just so I can see her again. To look her in the eyes and watch her."

There it is again. 

"To hold her. To touch her."

That feeling he felt earlier. It's stronger. 

"To hear her call my name," 

And this time, like an epiphany, Satoru knows what it is. 

When he found your body, bleeding profusely with Yuta begging you to keep fighting, he nearly lost it. He didn't know whether to kill Suguru or tuck you in a place where no one would dare hurt you again. 

Blood drenched you from head to toe. The weapon sliced through you cleanly, Yuta reported, and you went down hard and fast. Satoru had never seen you that beaten up, because for all the times you've gone on missions, he realizes he always shows up in time for you. 

He always volunteers, mostly forced himself to, for those missions, and keeps you safe. Not in a way he would coddle you, in fact he barely gets in your way every time you exorcize curses. He just wants to be near you — just as much as Suguru is proclaiming right now. 

All those stolen glances with each other, the lame excuses he made just to hold you in his arms, those tantalizing whispers you would do when you had something shitty to say about the elders. That burning feeling he once felt when he saw you across the training grounds holding Suguru's hand, laughing about something he wished to desperately know. Most of all? He loves the way you fluster and turn red when you would tip toe your way to his cheek and give him a swift kiss every time you would thank him for something, before you'd run away screaming what the hell you've done. 

He dreams about you, about how nice it would be to be his forever. 

Satoru is in love with you. Probably for as long as he can remember. And it hurts so much more because he almost lost you. To his best friend, of all people. 

"I have never thought that —" Suguru coughs. 

Satoru finally stops a few distance from Suguru. 

"I wished that she had loved me —" 

"Suguru —"

"— The way she loves you." 

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[sturduststrails]

bf!sukuna comforting gf!reader

(pure fluff, comforting + i cried writing this)

The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside rain tapped lightly against the windows, streaking the glass with silver lines while the clock on the microwave blinked 2:13 AM in dull green numbers.

You sat curled on the kitchen floor in one of Sukuna’s hoodies, knees against your chest, staring blankly at nothing and still you hadn’t turned the lights on.

Hadn’t answered your phone.

Hadn’t moved for almost an hour.

And when the front door finally unlocked, you didn’t even look up.

Heavy footsteps paused immediately.

Then—

“Baby?”

His voice changed instantly.

Not the rough, cocky tone he used with everyone else. Soft. Careful. Like he was approaching something fragile.

Sukuna dropped his gym bag by the door and crossed the apartment fast, crouching in front of you.

“Hey,” he murmured. “What’re you doin’ down here in the dark?”

You shrugged weakly.

He looked at your face for a long moment, red eyes scanning every little thing—the exhaustion under your eyes, the untouched tea beside you gone cold, the way your fingers trembled inside his sleeves.

And his entire expression softened.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

The nickname nearly broke you.

Your lips pressed together hard as tears burned suddenly behind your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered automatically.

His brows pulled together immediately. “Why the hell are you apologizing?”

“I dunno… I just—” Your voice cracked. “I can’t stop feeling like this.”

Sukuna exhaled slowly through his nose, like he was physically forcing himself to stay gentle.

Then he reached out carefully, sliding both hands under your arms.

“C’mere.”

You resisted weakly. “Kuna, I’m fine—”

“No, you’re not.” His voice stayed soft anyway. “And that’s okay.”

Before you could protest again, he lifted you effortlessly into his lap and sat against the kitchen cabinets with you tucked against his chest.

Warm and safe.

One large hand rubbed slowly up and down your back.

“Have you eaten today?”

“…No.” A tiny shake of your head.

He sighed quietly and pressed his lips to your temple.

You hated how pathetic you felt. Hated how dependent this moment made you seem.

“I’m ruining your night,” you mumbled.

That made him pull back immediately.

His hand came up to cradle your jaw firmly, forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t say shit like that.”

“But—”

“You think I care about anything else when you’re hurting?”

Your throat tightened.

Sukuna wasn’t good at pretty speeches. He wasn’t poetic. Wasn’t the type to sugarcoat things.

But he loved hard.

Completely.

“You don’t gotta pretend around me,” he said quietly. “If getting through the day is hard right now, then it’s hard. Doesn’t make you annoying.”

A tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it.

He wiped it away with his thumb instantly.

“Look at me,” he murmured.

And there was nothing cruel in his face. Nothing impatient.

Just worry.

“You stay alive long enough for me to love you through this, aight?”

That did break you.

A sob escaped your chest before you could hide it, and Sukuna immediately pulled you fully against him, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I got you,” he whispered into your hair. “I got you, baby.”

No rushing.

Just his warm hands rubbing your back, fingers threading through your hair, his heartbeat steady beneath your cheek.

Eventually, when your breathing calmed a little, he shifted enough to stand—still carrying you.

“Kuna—”

“Nope. You’re not walking.”

Despite everything, a tiny laugh escaped you.

“There she is,” he murmured with a faint smile.

He carried you to the couch, wrapped you in blankets, then disappeared briefly into the kitchen.

You heard cabinets opening.

The microwave humming.

A minute later he returned with instant ramen, cut fruit, and water balanced carefully in his tattooed hands.

“You’re gonna eat a little,” he said. “And then I’m putting on that stupid baking show you like.”

“You hate that show.”

“Yeah,” he said flatly, handing you the bowl. “But you smile at the old lady with the cupcakes, so now I’m emotionally attached to Brenda.”

You laughed again—small and watery.

Sukuna pretended not to notice the way your hands shook when you reached for the chopsticks.

Not because he didn’t care.

Because he knew you hated being watched when things got bad.

So instead, he leaned back into the couch beside you, one arm stretched across the cushions behind your head while the baking show played quietly on the TV.

Some overly cheerful woman was crying over sponge cake.

You sniffled. “She dropped it for like… three seconds. Why’s she acting like someone died?”

“She’s weak,” Sukuna said immediately.

A tiny smile tugged at your mouth.

There it is.

He noticed.

Of course he noticed.

Sukuna always noticed.

You managed a few bites before your appetite disappeared again, and when you started absentmindedly stirring the noodles instead of eating, his eyes flicked over.

“That all you can do?”

You nodded guiltily.

“Okay.”

No disappointment.

He took the bowl from your hands and set it aside before tugging you closer until your legs rested over his lap.

Sukuna’s fingers kept tracing slow patterns against your calf through the blanket.

Your head eventually tipped against his shoulder, exhaustion dragging at you now that the worst of the crying had passed.

Quietly, you whispered, “Do you ever get tired of me?”

The room seemed to still.

Sukuna looked down at you slowly.

“Tired of you?”

You instantly regretted saying it.

“It’s stupid, forget it—”

“No.” His hand slid up to the back of your neck gently. Don’t ask me something and then take it back.”

Your chest tightened.

He studied your face for a second before speaking.

“I get tired of the way you talk about yourself.”

Your eyes widened slightly.

“I get tired of seeing you hurt,” he continued quietly. “I get tired of watching you apologize for existing.” His thumb brushed your skin softly. “But you?” He shook his head once. “Never.”

The sincerity in his voice hurt worse than anything else.

Because part of you still didn’t understand how someone like him could say things like that and mean them.

“I’m hard to love,” you whispered.

Sukuna actually frowned.

Like the statement irritated him.

“Says who?”

“…Me.”

“Well, your brain’s a liar sometimes.”

You stared at him.

And he looked so genuinely certain.

Like loving you was the easiest thing he’d ever done.

“You know what you do when I come home?” he asked suddenly.

You blinked. “What?”

“You peek through the blinds when you hear my bike outside.”

Heat crept into your face immediately. “I do not.”

“You do,” he said smugly. “Every damn time.”

“That’s creepy. Why are you watching me watch you?”

“Because you’re cute.”

You groaned softly and hid your face against his shoulder.

He chuckled under his breath, deep and warm, pressing a kiss into your hair.

“And every morning,” he continued, quieter now, “you make coffee and forget your own cup because you’re busy making mine exactly how I like it.”

Your throat tightened again.

“And when you think I’m asleep, you fix the blanket on me.” Another kiss against your forehead. “You remember what days are hard for me without me saying anything. You leave little notes in my lunch even though your handwriting sucks.”

A weak offended noise left you.

“There she is again,” he murmured softly, smiling.

Then his expression gentled.

“So don’t sit here and tell me you’re hard to love.”

Your eyes burned all over again.

Sukuna noticed immediately and sighed dramatically.

“Ah, shit. C’mere.”

He pulled you fully into his chest before the tears could fall again, wrapping both arms around you and laying back against the couch with you on top of him.

You listened to his heartbeat while his hand stroked slowly through your hair.

Steady.

Patient.

Safe.

After a long silence, you mumbled against his shirt, “You’re too good to me.”

“Nah,” he said easily. “Just good to the right person.”

And for the first time in weeks— the heaviness in your chest didn’t feel quite so unbearable anymore.

By the third episode of the baking show, you were practically glued to him.

Not that Sukuna seemed to mind.

One of your legs was tangled with his, your face buried in his neck, arms wrapped tightly around his waist beneath his hoodie like you were afraid he might disappear if you let go for even a second.

Every time he shifted even slightly, your grip tightened again.

He noticed.

But instead of teasing you immediately, he just rested his chin on top of your head and kept rubbing slow circles into your back.

“Tired?” he murmured.

You shook your head against him.

(what a lie)

He could feel it in the way your body melted heavier into his every minute.

Still, you clung tighter.

Sukuna glanced down finally, amused warmth flickering in his eyes.

“You tryin’ to crawl inside my ribcage or what?”

“Maybe.”

Your voice came out muffled against his throat.

A quiet laugh rumbled in his chest.

“Dramatic.”

But his arms wrapped around you even tighter anyway.

You inhaled slowly, comforted by everything about him—the smell of his cologne and rain, the warmth of his skin, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

It made your chest ache.

Because lately everything in your mind felt exhausting and heavy and loud— except him.

With him, things went quiet.

“You’re comfy,” you mumbled sleepily.

“I better be. You use me as a damn weighted blanket every day.”

“…You love it.”

“I tolerate it.”

You lifted your head just enough to squint at him.

He was already smirking.

Liar.

Your expression softened before you could stop it.

God, you loved him.

Loved him so much it scared you sometimes.

Sukuna noticed the look immediately.

His brows lifted slightly. “What?”

“Nothin’.”

“Bullshit.”

You hid your face again.

He snorted softly. “Baby.”

One hand slid under your jaw, gently forcing your face back up toward him.

His expression shifted the second he really looked at you.

Not teasing anymore.

Just soft.

“What’s goin’ on in that head?”

You stared at him for a second too long before the words slipped out quietly.

“I really love you.”

The room went still.

Not awkward.

Just full.

Heavy with something warm and overwhelming.

Sukuna’s entire face softened in a way almost nobody else ever got to see.

His thumb brushed slowly over your cheek.

“Yeah?” he murmured.

You nodded, eyes already getting shiny again from how intensely you felt everything tonight.

“So much,” you whispered. “Like… too much.”

A tiny crease appeared between his brows immediately.

“There’s no such thing.”

Before you could respond, he leaned down and kissed you.

Slow. Careful.

You melted instantly, hands grabbing the front of his shirt while he held your face so gently it made your chest hurt.

When he pulled back, he stayed close enough for his forehead to rest against yours.

“I love you more than anything,” he said quietly.

And Sukuna almost never sounded vulnerable.

But he did now.

Raw and certain.

“You hear me?” he murmured. “More than anything.”

Your eyes filled completely this time.

“Oh, c’mon,” he sighed softly, smiling a little as he wiped beneath your eyes. “Why’re you cryin’ again?”

“You’re just…” You laughed shakily. “Too sweet.”

“That sounds fake.”

“It’s not.”

“Hm.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “Good. ‘Cause you’re stuck with me.”

You smiled for real then. Small.

Beautiful enough to make his chest ache.

There it is.

Sukuna stared at you for a moment like he wanted to memorize the sight.

Then you suddenly climbed fully into his lap without warning, wrapping yourself around him again.

He blinked once.

“…Jesus Christ.”

“What?”

“You cling harder than a haunted doll.”

But his hands were already settling securely on your waist.

You tucked your face into his chest with a content little sigh.

“I just wanna be close to you.”

The honesty of it nearly killed him.

Sukuna leaned back into the couch, one hand smoothing through your hair over and over.

“Then stay close,” he whispered.

So you did.

And sometime later, long after the baking show ended, Sukuna looked down to find you fast asleep on top of him— still holding onto his shirt tightly even in your dreams.

He smiled so softly no one else would’ve believed it.

Then he pulled the blanket higher around you and kissed your forehead carefully.

“Love you too, clingy girl.”

hai! Ive been so busy this month, i wrote this after several episodes in which i felt 100% like reader and I thought it was a good idea to write something, so as not to make other people feel alone.

original work, do not stole, copy, plagiarize my work - sturduststrails

its also my birthday yey🦄🍪!

[mochaization]

༄.° choso is getting attached to you.

♯ really need to step up my writing skills.. please never get bored of my domestic choso

Dating Choso for a few months had been surprisingly normal.

At first, he was quiet, respectful of your space, and very careful with every touch.

Honestly, you thought he'd always be that shy. How can you not? He'd hold your hands gently, sitting closely but not too close, and ask before kissing you.

Then somewhere along the way, something changed.

Maybe he was getting comfortable. But whatever the reason was, your boyfriend slowly transformed into the clingiest man alive.

"Choso."

"Hm?"

You turned your head to look at him, letting out a small laugh. "Why are you standing there?"

He blinked once. "I missed you."

You tilted your head. "I was gone for five minutes, to the bathroom."

"It felt longer," He frowned slightly.

You laughed under your breath, turning back toward the kitchen counter. "You're getting clingy."

Quiet footsteps approached behind you.

Then, you felt his warmth behind you. His arms slipped around your waist with his chin settled on top of your head, like this had become a second nature to him.

"Choso," you sighed fondly. "I'm trying to cook here."

"You can still do that," he murmured.

"Not when my boyfriend is attached to me."

"I like being close to you."

Over time, he grew clingier in small ways.

Hand resting on your thigh whenever you sat next to each other, quietly following you around the apartment, pulling you back into bed whenever you tried getting up.

Today was no different.

You had almost escaped, almost.

Your foot was already on the floor, ready to start the day.

Then the mattress dipped behind you. A sleepy groan echoed through the room before something warm enveloped your waist.

"Mm, stay," he grumbles.

You laughed quietly. "Good morning to you too," you whispered.

You glanced over your shoulder to look at him. His hair was a mess, eyes barely open as he clung to you.

"Too early," he mumbled as he buried his face deeper against your back.

"It's almost ten."

"So?"

"So.. it's not early?" You said, rubbing his hair.

His arms tightened slightly around your waist as you tried to move again.

"Just stay."

You sighed. "I need to get up."

Suddenly, you were pulled backward onto the mattress with a surprised laugh. Choso immediately curled around you again.

"Hey!" You tried to push him, playfully, but he won't move.

You turned slightly in his hold, only to find him already staring at you with those sleepy eyes.

"Let's make a deal, Cho," you said suddenly.

Choso blinked once before propping his head with his hand.

"What deal?"

"You let me get out of bed," you added. "And when i come back, we can cuddle all day. Maybe we can have lunch in bed?"

Choso went quiet immediately.

Slowly, his grip on your waits loosened.

"Lunch in bed?"

"Mhm."

"Together, right?"

You laughed softly. "Of course."

Choso hummed thoughtfully, still unconvinced. But after a moment, he finally let his arm fall away from your waist.

"Fine," he mumbled. "But make it quick."

You smiled triumphantly, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "Deal."

The second you pulled away, Choso caught your wrist again.

"Can you bring me with you?"

You tilted your head. "To.. where?"

"Wherever you're going."

"Wherever i'm going," you repeated, trying not to smile. "Even when i'm brushing my teeth?"

"Mhm," Choso nodded against the pillow. "I'll wait."

You stared at him for a moment before pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.

"You're actually attached to me now."

Choso leaned in to the kiss, looking completely unashamed. "I don't see a problem."

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[frostedpinkdoll]

୨ ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ babydaddy!toji fucking hates your new boyfriend! [18+]

( mdni. cw: (18+), infidelity/cheating, possessive/jealous ex, breeding kink, oral sex (cunnilingus), rough yet loving penetrative sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, )

The front door clicked shut behind your boyfriend, his goodbye kiss as perfunctory as always—quick, distracted, already scrolling his phone as he headed to his car. You sighed, locking up and glancing at the clock. Nearly 10 PM.

Megumi had crashed out after storytime, his little chest rising and falling in his race car bed down the hall.

Your baby daughter, sweet-faced and tiny at just eight months, was bundled in her crib, monitor humming softly on the kitchen counter. The house settled into that familiar quiet, the kind that amplified every creak and whisper.

Life had shifted since you and Toji split two years ago. Back then, things were fire and chaos—passionate nights tangled in sheets, his massive frame pinning you down, cock stretching you until you saw stars. But commitment? He dodged it like a curse.

Fights escalated, toxicity poisoned the air, and you walked away for the kids' sake. Separate paths, co-parenting through gritted teeth.

He showed up religiously, though—picking up Megumi for park days, cradling the baby with surprising gentleness, handing over child support without a fuss. But his eyes always lingered on you too long, that scarred lip twitching into a smirk that hid regret.

Then came your new boyfriend. Steady job, nice enough, made you laugh sometimes. But the sex? Vanilla. Predictable thrusts, over too soon, leaving you feigning satisfaction. Toji hated him.

Every visit, he'd grill Megumi: "So, what's this guy's deal, kid? He treatin' ya mom right?" Megumi, loyal little echo, would shrug: "Dunno, Dad. He brings pizza."

The baby just babbled, oblivious. Toji's jaw would clench, green eyes darkening. Possessive. Always had been.

A sharp knock rattled the door—three raps, firm. Your heart stuttered. Peering through the peephole, there he was: Toji Fushiguro, towering on the porch in a black hoodie zipped low over his pecs, sweatpants slung low on those V-cut hips. Hair messy, like he'd been pacing.

You cracked the door, chain still latched. "Toji? It's late. Kids are asleep. What's up?"

He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, biceps bulging. "Can I come in? Need to talk. About the kids... and shit."

Hesitating, you unlatched, stepping back. He ducked inside, filling the space, that familiar scent—clean sweat, faint cologne, raw man—flooding your senses.

You shut the door softly, arms folding over your chest. "Talk, then. Megumi's got a check-up Tuesday. Baby's teething, needs more formula—"

"Not about that." His voice dropped, rough as gravel. He toed off his boots, padding into the living room like he owned it—hell, parts of him did, etched into your kids, your memories.

He dropped onto the couch, manspreading wide, patting the cushion beside him. "Sit. Please."

You perched on the edge, knees together, hyperaware of the inches between you. "What is it, Toji?"

He rubbed his neck, scarred lip quirking. "Miss you, Y/N. Fuckin' miss this." Gesture swept the room—the photos on the mantle of Megumi's first steps, baby girl's ultrasound.

"Livin' here together. Wakin' up to you in my shirt, pussy still wet from the night before. Cookin' breakfast while I fuck you over the counter. That life."

Heat bloomed low in your belly, traitorous. You missed it too—the way he'd wreck you, body molding to his like clay. But you schooled your face. "We're not together anymore. You made that clear."

"Yeah, and I regret every goddamn second." His eyes bored into yours, intense. "Was a dumbass. Too caught up in my bullshit. But seein' you with him? That prick? Kills me. Megumi mentions him droppin' by, baby coos at him—fuck that. He make you happy?"

You swallowed, glancing away. "He's... fine. Steady."

Toji scoffed, shifting closer, thigh brushing yours. Electricity sparked. "Steady. That's code for borin'. Does he fuck you better than me? Huh? Stretch that tight pussy like I did? Make you scream loud enough to wake the neighbors?" His hand landed on your knee—warm, callused, thumb stroking slow circles.

"Toji—stop." But your voice wavered, nipples pebbling under your tank top. Deep down, you ached for him. That boyfriend never ignited this fire.

"Tell me," he pressed, body crowding yours now, breath hot on your neck. "He hit it right? Or you fakin' it, thinkin' of my cock the whole time?" Face inches away, lips brushing your ear. "I know you, doll. This pussy's mine. Always has been."

Your resolve cracked. "He left ten minutes ago. Kids asleep. This is crazy."

"Crazy's what we do best." He cupped your jaw, turning your face. Lips crashed—slow at first, testing. You melted, mouth opening under his, tongue stroking deep. Tastes of mint and him, hands fisting his hoodie as you kissed back, hungry.

He pulled back, smirking. "Knew you missed me. C'mere." Scooping you up effortless, he carried you to the bedroom—your room, door clicking shut. Laid you on the bed gentle, despite the hunger in his eyes.

"Toji, we can't—" Protest died as he knelt between your thighs, peeling your sleep shorts down slow, panties clinging wet to your folds. "Fuck... look at you. Soaked already. This for me?"

You nodded, biting your lip. He spread your legs wide, thumbs parting slick lips, exposing your clit—swollen, begging.

"Missed this pretty pussy. Sweetest thing." Leaned in, breath ghosting your core. Nose dragged along your slit, inhaling deep. "Smells like heaven."

Tongue flicked out—flat, slow lick from hole to clit. You gasped, hips bucking. He pinned you down, one hand splayed on your belly, the other fingers circling your entrance teasing. "Stay still, mama. Gonna eat you proper."

Lips sealed around your clit, sucking soft—pulling pulses that made stars burst.

Tongue delved lower, spearing your hole, fucking in shallow thrusts. Wet sounds filled the room, his groans vibrating through you. "Taste so fuckin' good. Forgot how you drip for me."

Fingers joined—two thick ones sliding in easy, curling right against that spot. He pumped slow, deliberate, thumb rubbing your clit in tandem.

"This what he does? Nah. He don't know your spots like I do." Mouth latched back, sucking harder, tongue lashing your bud while fingers scissored, stretching you.

Pleasure coiled tight, your hands fisting sheets. "Toji—oh god—"

"Cum on my tongue. Gimme it." He devoured—licking, sucking, fingers crooking relentless. You shattered, walls clamping his digits, juices flooding his palm. He lapped every drop, humming approval.

Not done. He stripped slow—hoodie off, revealing slabs of pecs, ridges of abs glistening faint sweat.

Sweatpants shoved down, cock springing free: thick, veined, head leaking pre-cum. "See this? Made our babies. Gonna make another."

You whimpered, legs wrapping his waist as he notched at your entrance. Pushed in slow—inch by burning inch, walls fluttering around girth. "Fuck... tight as ever. Missed squeezin' me like this."

Bottomed out, balls snug to your ass. Held still, forehead to yours, kissing soft—loving. "Love you, Y/N. Always did. Gonna fuck you right, make you mine again."

Hips rolled deep—grinding, then withdrawing halfway, slamming back. Rhythm built sensual: long drags, circling grinds hitting your clit. Hands roamed—tweaking nipples, gripping ass, pulling you onto him.

"This pussy's home," he growled, pace quickening. Skin slapped skin, wet squelches echoing. "He can't fill you like this. Bet he cums quick, leaves you empty. Not me. Gonna breed you full."

Words ignited you. "Harder—please—"

He obliged—thrusts punishing yet tender, one hand cradling your face. "Yeah? Want daddy's load? Pump you up, tits swell again. Fuck that stupid boyfriend— you're mine." Cock pistoned, hitting cervix, balls tightening.

Second orgasm ripped through—screaming into his shoulder, nails raking his back. He followed, roaring low, cock pulsing ropes of thick cum deep. Held buried, grinding to push it higher. "Take it all. Good girl."

Collapsed together, breaths syncing. He kissed your temple, arm banding possessive. "Don't need him. We fix this—family. Me, you, kids. Yeah?"

You nodded, tears pricking—truth spilling. "Missed you too."

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[caramelluxe]

── you’re a flashback in a film reel ♡‧₊ ⸝⸝

♡.ᐟ GN! Reader x N. Kento

☽☾ angst ☽☾ hurt/no comfort ☽☾ academic insecurity ☽☾ general insecurity idk ☽☾

“Darling.” Kento murmured, “Don’t go.”

You didn’t know when your hands slipped from his, when your gaze left his, when his warmth abandoned you — or rather, when you abandoned his warmth — but it happened. Rapid like quicksand, vapid like the sensibility you were discarding, and rabid, like the grief of never being enough.

“You’re enough.” He pressed, over the invisible open wound, cottony words to soak the ceaseless blood of your self inflicted rage, visible to no eyes but yours.

How could he understand something that wasn’t in front of his eyes? 

He wouldn’t. 

And you’d go all your life trying to palate your words to feed him. Alter the syllables to make him understand. 

“No, Kento.” Your exhale echoed over his assurances, cutting them in a sharp slice, “You don’t understand.”

“Then make me, my love. Make me understand.” He begged, his hands reaching out to pull you back in his embrace — but lord. You were sick of this. Sick of the never-ending feeling of going to the mountains but falling short of a cliff. You were sick of the perfectionism he held and commanded, that never seemed to come to you.

You were sick of this.

Sick of this uselessness of failing again and again and again and yet again. You were sick of measuring yourself to the scale that always seemed to exist, visible to you and you alone. Sick. So fucking sick.

You were tired of pulling yourself from the dredges of unfamiliarity to earn a belongingness to a place that left you parched. You wanted that to come with ease, but it never did. Why? What were you missing? What was empty in you? What effort had you not put in.

“Darling.” Kento begged again, but you could only meet his eyes this time, shamefully, grief stricken, angry, tired, exhausted. 

His eyes were sad. Infinitely sad, brimming with tears, and a brave few trickles drumming down his cheeks, “Please. Darling.” 

“I can’t, Kento.” You looked away, cowardice overpowering your stubborn convictions, unhealthily attached to a result that never came to you, “I can’t.”

You wanted to apologise, but what was there to apologise? You wouldn’t believe your own empty words of fake remorse. You weren’t sorry. Not this time. Perhaps there was an emptiness, a dying ember of satisfaction that you chose yourself first this time, but knowing your luck, it would run out too, leaving you empty and silent, isolated like you were meant to be.

Perhaps that was your fate anyhow. 

“Darling. Talk to me. No — Please. Please— darling, don’t leave. Don’t leave me. I can’t— my love. I can’t. Don’t. Please. Darling.” Kento’s words trembled into a hesitant sob as you shut the door behind you, luggages packed that mocked his muffled beseeches.

You didn’t look at him for that last time. After all, pragmatism has always been your stark quality.

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Your friends were bad for you, especially when they teased you for being a virgin.

Being a virgin in university was not a crime, nor was it bad... but your friends made you feel like a baby for it. Always cooing at you, saying things like "Don't talk about your sex life! Y/N's here!" before covering your ear with playful gasps, as if you were some innocent 4 year old.

It annoyed you to no end, so you started decided to put plan "begin your sex life" into action. Scoping out the boys in your lecture halls, on campus, are cafe's... everywhere. You hadn't found anyone until you visited an infamous frat part hosted by a man everyone knew on campus.

Suguru Geto. Playboy, fuckboy, almost every other girl has heard of how ungodly of a dicking he gave... and his infamous labret lip piercing.

You actually had eyed up Nanami at first, ticking off your mental checklist. he had money, if you fell pregnant he would be responsible, he's nice to you in your criminal law lectures. He was perfect! Your innocent smile must have attracted the wolves in the dark, as just as you were about to approach the blond haired man, someone's arm slid around you shoulders.

Wide, confused eyes, meeting purple irises with a small glint in them. The man's hair was tied up into a short half up, half down, silky black locks resting on his shoulder. That infamous lip piercing, those soft lips, that sweet alluring voice speaking against your ear, separated from the rest of the loud party.

"Didn't think I'd ever see you at one of my parties," Suguru purred.

"Oh I'm just—"

"I heard whispers from the grapevine that you were looking for someone to take your virginity, is that right?" He cooed at you, taking the opportunity to twirl a lock of your hair in his hand, his other large hand holding onto a can of Pepsi. A small chuckle escaping his lips at the blush spreading across your cheeks when you darted your gaze away. So fucking adorable, he thought.

Frantic eyes darting away, you refused to look at him. It was so embarrassing for him to know. Not to mention, how did he even know?

Amidst the smell of sex, sweat and alcohol in the loud, raging party, all you could focus on was Suguru's piercing gaze on you. The way he licked his bottom lip, his piercing shifting slightly from the movement. "Uhm... how'd you know about that? I didn't tell anyone.." you muttered, seeing as you had only ever told the nerdy guy you sat next to at the anime club on Thursdays, Gojo— oh. oh.

His best friend. Of course Suguru would know, since Satoru wasn't able to keep his mouth shut about a single thing.

"How I know, is not important," Suguru hummed to you before giving some random guy passing by his half drunk Pepsi can, flashing a charming smile before turning his attention back to you. "What is important... is the guy you're choosing, and so far I'm not likin' the looks you're giving Kento."

"Yeah, but I don't wanna choose Satoru since he's already dating suk—" you were speaking, before cutting yourself off with a frozen look. Suguru's soft lips pressing gently against your forehead.

"I'm not talking about Satoru. I'm talking about me."

...

You don't even know how you ended up here. In Suguru's bedroom. With a naked Suguru, and a naked you.

Your soft cheeks and the tips of your ears felt like they were on fire, the tip of your nose itching from the haze of being in bed with one of the hottest people on campus. Clammy hands, and spread legs as you were overthinking every minuscule detail. Small whines and whimpers slipping past your lips as you wished to keep those embarrassing noises inside.

Suguru grumbled, looking up from between your legs. His hair a mess, his mouth, lips and chin dripping from your slick. "Hey. Eyes on me, and stop hiding your moans..." he trailed off when lowering his head again and suckling on your clit, flicking kitten licks over the sensitive nub, "...you sounds so good."

Needy whines and moans escaped your pursed lips, as you arched your back and dug your hands into his hair, "...S-sugu... mm-mh.."

"fuck yeah, moan for me," a muffled groan came out from between your thighs, drowned out by the lewd and loud suckling and slurping. His hands kneading your hips, keeping you close, while your thighs tightened, keeping his head trapped against your leaking, wet pussy. "More.." you moaned out for him, a little embarrassed.

He let out a wet chuckle from between his erotic groans. "Yeah? Want more?"

He slipped a finger inside your tight little hole, making your hips buck up, and you bite down on your bottom lip from the sensation. Curling it to rub up on your gummy walls, he licked around your folds and pussys lips, before doubling down on his licking at your clit.

A second finger soon slipped inside, making you moan in a loud, lewd tone. Your walls were beginning to quiver, a new sensation taking over your body. "w-wait–"

"shh, just let it happen doll.. fuck, just cum on my tongue.."

You drawled out a moan of his name, eyes squeezing shut and your back arching, pushing out your tits into the air. Nipples pebbled, and a warm, numbing feeling washing down your waist. Warm liquid trickling down your thighs, as Suguru groaned deeply and eagerly suckled up your cum, fingers digging into the plush of your hips.

He pulled away after about a minute, breathless with your cum dripping down his chin and completely coating the lower half of his face. He wiped it with the back of his hand before a lazy smirk took over his lip.

"Didn't know you were such a slut... cumming all over my tongue like that and moaning my name."

"it's embarrassing... don't talk about it," you muttered in the haze of bliss, heating up your face when Suguru shifted to be on top of you, your thighs spread and wet pussy rubbing against his navel. You could feel his erection, hard and striking brush against your ass when he damn near folded you in half.

"don't talk about it? Are you fucking serious? it's all I can think about right now..." he trailed off, eyes lustfully gazing over the naked you pinned beneath him.

“Do you even realise—” Suguru huffed before grabbing the length of his dick, pre cum dribbling down onto your wet pussy lips. He rubbed the head over your folds, before gently parting your folds to start pushing the thick head of his cock inside your tight, wet hole. “—just how much I’ve wanted you?”

You hiccuped softly, beginning to whine and claw down his back. Bringing him down closer down against you, “h-huh? Whatdda mean..?” You drawled, moaning when the thick head of his sock popped inside your hole. He let out a guttural groan, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “H-hurt… go slow,” you whined softly, feeling the initial pain. Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Shh.. shh.. I’ll be gentle, baby just—just f-fuck.. don’t squeeze me like that..”

He started to thrust. He was… surprisingly gentle with his hips, knowing exactly how to touch you and tease you without making you burst into tears from the pain. “F-fuckfuckfuck… you’re gonna make me blow my load on the s-spot..!” He groaned before letting out a small needy whine against your neck.

“You s-seriously never noticed? I literally asked for your number on orientation week..!”

You whined against his shoulder, nails digging into his back as you were being fucked dumb, just a floor above one of the loudest parties you’d ever been to. His cock slipping in and out of your walls with ease, the lewd shlicks telling a story between the creaking on the bed. The stretch of having a cock inside you for the first time was… painful, you wouldn’t lie about it.

“W-whennn? I don’t remember—“ you whined between moans and whimpers, before hitching your breath when realising what he was talking about.

His purple eyes, big dorky glasses, black silky hair in a messy bun, and pursed lips as he gave you his phone with trembling hands. Talking about wanting to get your number, and about to introduce himself… before feeling his phone quickly given back to him and seeing you run off into the distance.

You blushed at the memory, knowing why you had ran away.

“I— *hic* I was scareddd.. you were the first guy who asked for my number and I got s-scareddd..” you let out a small needy whine, tightening your arms around his neck and scratching, leaving red lines on his muscular, sweaty back. Moans escaping your lips without control.

His thrusts got faster, deeper, as he cooed and shushed you against your ear. His lips pressing kisses all over your neck, before sucking small purple hickeys. The thick head of his cock pressing against your gummy cervix, the squishy head prodding at it insistently.

Before you felt another orgasm wash through you. Moaning, “S-Sugu..” out against his shoulder with a lewd cry.

His thrusts got wetter, his balls now covered in your slick cum, slapping against your ass. His plunging cock slowly slowing down, even if he didn’t get to cum himself yet. A gentle kiss was pressed against your forehead again, before your eyes met his purple ones that seemed so soft under the moonlight that flickered through the blinds of his window. The room smelled of sex and sweat now, but Suguru wasn’t nearly done with your body.

“…you wanna get my number now, doll?”

You nodded to him, hiccuping softly with a pout when you felt emotions wash over you. The hottest guy in your university had asked you out—and you had run away scared when he did.

“And hey— those friends you told me about? Yeah. Not happening. You hang out with me now.”

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[madamechrissy]

pretty please

Sukuna and Choso are your roomies and they do not understand the word privacy! constantly just walking in while you're taking a shower, taking over your bed - If they're gonna be that way, you could at least get backshots, but no! They'd rather play Mario Kart and manspread with you on the couch. Sukuna keeps throwing you off rainbow road, (rude!) which leads to your own revenge - cucking him.

pairings - choso x reader x sukuna

warnings- fingering, lots of titty worship, nipple sucking, edging, making Choso whimper, cucking tf outta Kuna in a pink chair lol, petty reader (I luv her) yandere tendencies (both boys) p in v sex, creampie, cum swallowing, ragebaiting kuna -4k

this was a commission for my baby @martianzmars ahhh this is like our fourth one!? I luv u sm!!! - pt 2 here!

art is from @/679sora on IG

Sukuna and Choso are by far the most annoying roommates a girl could have – constantly in your space, always eating all your favorite snacks, not allowing you any privacy. Shower? They’re standing in the damn bathroom talking to you, thinking you can masturbate in peace? No, they wanna come hang out in your room all the time!

Not just in the apartment either – no, they don’t even let you go anywhere without them, the couple times they have they’ve come to the parties and made sure they were on either side of you, fending off any of the men. Aside from work and classes they’re not in, the two men tag along anywhere – up to and including getting manicures.

It was pretty cute to see them get their nails painted black, and how ticklish they get when they’re getting pedicures – but to have no alone time? To have no girls nights out, no they go to those too, heaven help if a guy maybe tries to talk to you, the two of them make sure anyone who is brave enough to approach is sent off running.

You love having them around, even when the two giant men just take over your entire bed, big ass arms all heavy and weighing you down when you wake up. Maybe you wouldn’t mind that if either of them used their cocks that were pressing on either side of you, but no they just snuggle you closer, leaving you soaking wet and aching, unable to use any of your toys in peace.

Menaces, they’re menaces.

Choso is an adorable menace, a sweetheart – but menace nonetheless. Sukuna was more outspoken with how insane he was, he lived to fuck with you, once he thought it would be funny to hide your dildo collection you’re so proud of. You didn’t talk to him for a week after that, until he groveled and bought you a brand new one for your addition.

Little did you know – Sukuna had it moulded to fit his cock exactly, the thought that you were getting stretched out by his shape made it even sweeter when he heard your soft little whines. When he’d jerk it in his room, groaning and tilting his head against that wall like a pervert.

Sometimes he’d use your panties to cum, he loved when you couldn’t find them and got all upset – he even took your scrunchies because they smell like your shampoo. Okay maybe Sukuna’s a bit obsessed with you, but is Choso much better?

No, he’s not, Choso is just a little sneakier, thinking of fucking you and jerking it when he’s in the shower and you’re talking to him, trying to muffle his moans as he pictures you right on your knees.

Not that you’re aware of any of it.

Even now, they’re smushing you between them on the couch, manspread thighs against your own, you never get any space with these two.

“Hah, i’ll throw your ass right off rainbow fucking road,” Sukuna’s grinning like the psycho he is when he nudges your cart, your cute little Yoshi flying off.

“Ugh, you dick!”

“Sukuna,” Choso sighs and shakes his head. “Stop throwing her off.”

“Stop throwing her off,” you smack him with his mocking tone, getting back onto the road and speeding up. “Hah!”

“Not again!? You’re such a jerk!”

“I’ll avenge you angel,” Sukuna rolls his eyes when Choso runs Sukuna off the road, and his bowser goes flying, you snicker in laughter as Sukuna crashes out.

“Choso, my hero!”

“I’ll come fucking get the both of you,” Sukuna’s locked in, brows lowered – far too close to you now as if the couch isn’t big enough for him, his biceps flexing in a concerning ass way that makes you stop driving. “What brat, ya done?”

“I um…” you blink and focus once more, in time for Choso to lean forward, his elbow resting on your bare thigh so casually.

Casual.

You’re ovulating and losing mario kart!

“Mnh…”

They both look at you and you cover your face in embarrassment, slick dribbling down your inner thighs – you’re always wet around them but today is too fucking much, how many times a day can you change your panties? You could swear they keep coming up missing too.

“You all right angel?” Choso asks softly, tilting his head and looking at you far too closely, hand on your cheek. “You’re warm! Do you have a fever?”

“N-no,” Sukuna scoffs and yanks the remote from your hands, feeling your head for himself.

“You are warm, brat, better not be sick,” he tilts your chin up and smirks. “You lost big time, hah you suck.”

“Ugh!” You shove at him once more. “You suck! I’m fine!”

You three play another round and Sukuna won’t stop knocking you off, sending your car into a tailspin, you get so damn mad at him you toss the remote on the floor. Sukuna snorts when you cross your arms.

“Looking like a little spoiled brat.”

“I am not! You’re just rude!”

“Tch, can’t even lose a game,” you’re so irritated and so horny you can’t think right now, just glaring at the pink haired menace. “Don’t feel bad, I beat you at every single game, don’t I?”

“Sukuna stop,” Choso sets his remote down, wrapping a protective arm and tugging you against him. “Leave her alone, you’re really being a dick over it.”

“I am competitive, she’s the sore loser.”

“You’re not competitive, you’re being an ass,” you snuggle to Choso now and he blushes, your lips against his neck, tickling his skin.

“Thank you Cho,” you murmur, pressing a kiss, he sucks in a breath, hand tightening at your waist, Sukuna glares at the sight, smacking Choso’s hand right off you. “Hey!”

“You’re mad she’s snuggling to me.”

“Hah, right,” Sukuna stands up now, yanking you off Choso like the big brute he is, you kick at him and he smirks, yanking your ankle. “Think ya can hurt me, brat?”

“You’re the biggest brat there is, Ryomen Sukuna!”

“Wow, my full name – really,” you stick your tongue out and Sukuna bars you with his arms on the couch, making your breath catch. Just because he’s a dick doesn’t mean he’s not hot and ruining you with his proximity. “Admit you’re trash at Mario cart and I’ll make you feel real good, won’t have to fuck yourself tonight with your dildo collection.”

“Invasion of privacy! No, I won’t admit I suck,” you smack at his arm and then climb right onto Choso’s lap, he sucks in a breath at the action.

“Oh… Oh! Oh,” he’s gripping your waist with those big hands, dragging your heat against that bulge underneath his pants as you move your hips, his eyes darkening. “Hi.”

You giggle a bit at that, moving again, feeling Sukuna tense behind you. “Hi.”

“Get off his damn lap,” Sukuna turns your face towards him, just to get Choso smacking his hand away this time. “I’ll beat both your asses.”

“No you won’t,” Choso murmurs, turning your face to him now, thumb brushing little circles on your hip, making you even wetter. “I’ll make you feel good without you having to say you ‘suck’ at Mario cart. You don’t suck.”

“I can suck,” you whisper, leaning forward and giggling, Choso moans when you kiss his lips, and everything in your living room shifts.

It’s a desperate kiss once Choso gets a taste of you, moaning into your mouth and working your body against him, sucking in a breath, eyes fluttering shut, sucking your tongue in his mouth and rutting up against you. You whine out at it, you could almost cum from just feeling him, one of his hands entangling in his hair.

“Are you really gonna leave me out?” Sukuna asks, flipping you before you can think, now your back is pressed on Choso’s hard chest, Sukuna is kneeling, his hands pressing against your tits. You’re ovulating so bad they’re full and aching, your nipples sensitive when he brushes his thumbs on them. “You’re needy, huh brat?”

“Not for you and your Mario cart cheating tactics, mnh!” He uses a hand to tug up your shirt, your tits spilling out, earning his moan.

“Don’t want my mouth on them?” You can’t say no, not when Choso’s biting your neck, his fingers slipping up your shorts, making your thighs tremble, back arching for more of Sukuna’s touch. “Answer.”

“I am still mad at you, but I’ll let you do that,” he smirks as if he’ll get to fuck you – little does Sukuna know you take Mario Kart very seriously, and you’re planning on making your giant, pink haired roomie pay. “Mnh!”

Sukuna presses you back against Choso, grabbing your tit and wrapping his lips around the little bud, sucking it into the hot recesses of his mouth, tongue ring clicking against it and earning a soft moan. You move against Choso who whines out in response, cock licking so much sticky pre it’s drizzling against your inner thigh, his finger running over your panties.

“Ngh,” soft moans escape your lips as Sukuna sucks one nipple, the other toyed with by his thumb and forefinger, Choso’s running up and down your slit until you’re dripping wet. “Choso…”

“Even now?” Sukuna scowls and you grin, earning a sharp bite on your tit, leaving glistening teeth marks, you gasp in shock and he grins. “Marked you.”

“Freak,” you grumble, but he’s sucking your other nipple, and your hand finds its way in his pink silky hair, it’s so soft, you tug hard and he grips your tit hard, sucking it in his mouth as Choso toys your clit. “F-fuck… mnh…”

“You’re soaked baby,” Choso whispers, tilting your face to his and kissing you, messy with your tongues dripping saliva. “Like that?”

“Y-yes, ow!” Sukuna bites the fuck out of you again, earning your attention, you yank the fuck out of his hair and make him moan.

“Where’s my attention!?”

“I’m still mad, I already told you,” Sukuna tugs your shorts to the side, seeing how soaking wet you are, panties drenched.

“Already fuck yourself today?”

“Maybe,” he smirks. “Why?”

“Nothing – just that’s my cock.”

“What!?” You shove him hard, he’s chuckling and Choso’s damn near about to bust with how you wiggle. “You did not seriously? Psycho!”

“Bet you loved it,” you did, fuck him. “Could you take it all?”

“No – I mean!? Yep, hah wasn’t that -”

Before you can finish your petty lie, Sukuna’s kissing you, messy and mean with it, tongue ring clicking the roof of your mouth, you’re rocking back and forth, dying for them inside you. If you weren’t such a petty girl, maybe you’d let Sukuna slide his cock inside your cunt, where Choso’s running circles against your slick entrance – but you’re still mad about Mario Kart.

And now he’s making his cock your dildo!?

“You’re batshit insane,” you’re still kissing him though, Choso’s got your clit twitching and Sukuna’s pinching your nipples and rolling them, the simultaneous play is too much to handle. “You c-can’t just… mnh, d-do that.”

“That’s not fair, I wanna make you one,” Choso pouts as he sinks two fingers in your messy, needy cunt, you’re soaking them and quivering, sucking them up so damn easy. “Do you want one of me?”

“I do, stop biting, you dick!” Sukuna’s furious – how dare you give him all the attention when Sukuna is right there, he slips his finger down and Choso pulls his out with a wet pop, sucking on them and moaning.

Fuck he’s hot.

You’re a little lost when you realize Sukuna’s shoving two fingers deep, scissoring them in and out of your hole. “Hah your cunt is already fucked out, you must love my dick stretching your messy cunt out.”

“You w-wish,” your thighs are held up by Choso for Sukuna’s mean fingers to rock in and out of your cunt with loud squelches, your nails press into Choso’s forearms when he grips your tit, squishing it in his hand and rutting that leaky cock right on you. “Close, close… Sukuna!?”

“You thought,” he yanks his fingers out, smirking at the obscene amount dripping, slipping them right in your mouth. “Suck.”

You bob your mouth up and down his knuckles, cheeks all flushed and your eyes dazed, Sukuna moans at the sight, picturing how well you’d suck his cock, as you slip your tongue between those digits. Choso’s already fingering you again, your cheeks hollowed, eyes rolling back.

“I’ll let you cum baby,” he murmurs, Sukuna scoffs – Choso was always trying to ‘please you’ and this was no different, you’re sucking Sukuna’s fingers as his hand grips under your chin, Choso’s fingers making a mess between your thighs as you clamp down. “Go ahead, cum for me.”

“Mmph!” You’re drooling as Sukuna’s fingers go deeper, damn near choking you with them, orgasm making you squirt all over Choso’s lap, drops smacking against Sukuna’s pants, he groans at the sigh.

“Messy lil slut, look at ya, can’t handle a couple fingers?”

“Fuck off, was cummin’ for Choso,” Choso grins, his fingers easing out of your cunt with a messy pop as she keeps spasming, gushing arousal down onto the couch you’re sitting on. “Cho, come on.”

“Come where baby?”

“My room,” you stand and push past Sukuna, whose cock is so hard you can see it pressing out, he winces and has to adjust it when you’re crooking your finger. “You can watch.”

“Watch!? The fuck?”

You drag Choso – dopey grin on his face and all – giggling as you rush him to your room. “Yep.”

“I’m not just gonna watch you…” You’re stripped down right in front of them in moments, and both the boys have open mouths.

Listen, you’ve been waiting to fuck them, and cucking Sukuna seemed apt enough punishment after the shit he was pulling today. Your tits bounce when you turn to Choso, slipping off his shirt and running your fingertips across his tattooed chest, he snatches you up and kisses you, surprising you by how needy he is, you thought he may be shy.

He’s so not shy when he eagerly steps out of his pants, and you see all that white dripping through his boxers. “I am not watching.”

“You sit right there,” you point to your bright pink gaming chair, a big ass flower cushion and a plushy on it, Sukuna’s red eyes narrow – for a moment he does scare you, but not when he throws your plushy and pillow on the ground. “Hey!”

“Fuck off,” he sits in the chair and it creaks under his heavy weight, crossing his arms now. “Well, put on your little show – you’ll beg me to join.”

“You think so?”

“I know it, want all your holes filled,” his eyes drift down the curves of your body, his cock aching so badly he unzips his pants, watching your fucked out little gaze. “Like what you see?”

Who wouldn’t like that thick, veiny cock with the pierced reddened tip? Drooling white as he strokes it in front of you. Your throat goes dry as you consider if you can give him such a punishment, but you smile all mean.

“Admit you cheat at Mario Kart.”

“I don’t you brat!?”

“Then no,” you press Choso down on the bed, he’s tugging his boxers off, his pretty cock smacking his belly button, pre just dripping against that black strip of hair over his cock. “Oh… You’re so ready, aren’t you Choso?”

“Please,” he’s tugging you on him, giving Sukuna a view of your ass, your cunt gliding along Choso’s cock and dripping all over. “Oh pretty…”

He’s got a piercing too, right on his pretty pink tip, you’re running your slit right along it, hands braced on his chest, Choso's mouth wraps around your nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth. You’re whining out when he plays with the other, holding them both in his hands as you move.

“Your titties are so pretty,” he whispers, one hand slipping down to your waist, god he’s dreamed of you but not like this – gliding your cunt right on him? He could lift you and slam his cock so deep, but he also wants to let you tease him, edge him till he can’t help himself. “F-fuck… you’re so wet…”

“Rub it in,” Sukuna earns your laugh, peeking over your shoulder and arching so he has a look of your hole from the back. “I’d fuck you right in your ass first.”

“You would not!”

“Sure would, Choso can have your cunt..”

“I’ll take any hole,” you giggle again, kissing your roomie, his lips plush underneath yours, your nails press into his shoulders as his tip bumps your needy clit. “Ah! Choso…”

“Do you l-like it baby?” You nod eagerly, he’s sucking your tits again, dragging you down hard, his cock leaking more pre – so much he worries he did cum, but it’s still thickening against you. “Wanna fill you up with all my cum. Eat it out of you.”

“Mnh,” you’re leaning up now, gliding faster, watching Choso lose it, bruising your waist, his cheeks dusted with pink.

“You really gonna do all this for MARIO KART!? You’re such a petty little annoying brat.”

You glare and turn around, reverse cowgirl right on Choso’s cock, he’s whimpering and Sukuna’s stroking his cock, his lips parted as he takes in your body facing him. “You’re petty! And annoying, you never give me privacy!”

“Neither does he!?” Sukuna stands, his cock so heavy it’s just hanging, dripping on the pink fluffy rug.

“You’re making a mess, Kuna, all over my rug.”

His jaw sets, Choso’s fingers are pressing harder as he drags you up and down, gasping out. “Like you didn’t squirt on me!?”

“Can I put it in please?” Choso’s completely ignoring your spat – how can he think when he’s so close to being able to slide his cock inside your cute, soaking wet hole?

“Y-yes,” you let him lift you and grab his cock, wrapping his hand around the base, tip slipping in your hole. “Mnh!”

“Oh my god,” he drags you down in one stroke – deep inside – so much your tummy bulges for Sukuna to see, he groans at the sight, Choso lifting you and that mess of slick glistening. “You’re so f-fucking wet, god you feel so good.”

Sukuna’s gripping your hair and bending down as you ride Choso’s cock, ass bouncing up and down, nails pressing into his thighs to keep balance, he lifts your ass up and groans, fingers dimpling the plump flesh of your ass. “Making a whole show, aren’t you?”

You take your hand and swipe your thumb over Sukuna’s tip, licking it off and watching him lose it, only to rock on Choso’s cock more, feeling him hit your cervix, making you gasp out desperately. “You’re so deep, mnh!”

“Swear to god,” Sukuna’s stroking his cock when Choso sits up and puts you on all fours, slapping his heavy cock against your ass, you moan and arch, face precariously close to Sukuna’s cock. “Come on, fuck… just lemme…”

“You can jerk off near me,” You gasp out, a broken little moan spilling from your lips as Choso slams right back in, heavy balls kissing your clit, your head falling back. “You’re lucky to even get that.”

“Fuckin’ brat,” Choso’s groaning as you grip him with your gummy walls just fluttering, he can’t even focus on anything but the curve of your ass like this, the way his tip is pressing your cervix, how full his balls are.

Your thighs tremble, hands gripping the blanket, looking back at him all pretty as he splits you open on his cock. “Ch-choso… f-feels so…”

You break off talking when he shoves in hard, pinning you to him and rolling those hips – god Choso could fuck, you didn’t think he couldn’t exactly but you sure didn’t expect that. He slams again harder, pushing your face until your mouth is almost brushing Sukuna’s needy tip, just that has the six foot five man whimpering.

“Fuck… slutty lil brat,” you’d scowl or stick your tongue out but Choso’s hitting it too good, stretching you right out to his shape with messy strokes. Your mouth is open with your gasps, every stroke of Sukuna’s hand on his cock making your tummy clench any more.

“Y-you’re gonna admit you cheat,” you whisper, sucking in a breath when Choso grabs your shoulder and fucks in so deep it hurts. “Ah!”

“Stop fighting,” he whines out when you pulse around him, leaning over you and gripping your chin, turning you to him. “Just cum, lemme feel it milk me.”

Oh fuck.

You kiss him and let him rail you, as Sukuna has to watch the girl he’s jerked off to fuck his roomate – all because he just had to make her mad. He wishes it wasn’t so sexy hearing the skin smacking and your messy cunt squishing with every thrust, already about to bust like a pathetic loser.

“I’m s-sorry, fuck,” he mumbles, you pull back and Choso chuckles, slamming against you again, pushing you to arch more. “All right!? Shit you’re mean.”

“You’re s-sorry, really? Mnh!” He moans and grips your hair, jerking right in front of your face as Choso snaps his hips hard.

“Perfect cunt just gripping me, god jus’ like th-that,” he’s pussy drunk off you, he can’t help but be happy he’s inside and not in your bright pink cuck chair, or jerking it like Sukuna.

Not that he wouldn’t enjoy that too, but he’s been fisting his cock to you since the first day you met.

“M’gonna cum,” you whisper now, looking up at Sukuna and moaning, breath tickling the tip of his cock. “You’re sorry?”

“Yes, god just… can I just… cum on your tongue, fuck – I’ll let you win, n-next time just…”

You suppose you’ll take a little pity on him, opening your mouth with your little pink tongue out, letting Sukuna jerk it even closer, strings of puffy cum splattering all over your tongue, your mouth, your chin. It’s fucking filthy having it all over you as your orgasm hits, making you swallow all him up.

“Want me to cum inside your pretty lil hole?” Choso asks, you’re still swallowing Sukuna’s cum when he brushes it on your lips, stroking it so even more oozes from that little slit and decorates your lips.

You nod and arch, your nails now pressing into Sukuna’s thighs, Choso busting deep inside your cunt and all he can get is his tip grazing your damn tongue, he’s so desperate he’s happy for that. He’s groaning as he watches you get filled by Choso’s cum, your fucked out face and your crossed eyes.

“Wanna be inside next,” he mumbles, pulling back and groaning, your nails pressing into the tattoos on his muscled thighs as you tremble.

You’re flooded with Choso’s warmth, coating all your walls as he pulses, thickening even more, tip dragging on your spot over and over, making you both sensitive. “Took all that, so greedy.”

“Mhm,” you whisper, licking Sukuna’s cum off his thumb when he gathers it from your cheek, off your chin, slipping it in your mouth. “You came so much, Choso…”

“What about me you brat!?”

You grin and give him the tiniest kitten flick of your tongue on his tip, watching him jerk from just that. “I’ll maybe forgive you.”

“Maybe? Tch,” Choso pulls out of you with a messy pop, watching all his cum flood out of your hole, pushing it right out and dripping on your blankets.

“Look at all you took,” he plays with the sticky mess, fingering it right back inside and smirking at Sukuna. “I think she likes me more.”

“She does not, she’s just sadistic,” he’d be lying if he didn’t say that turned him on more. He helps you up on your knees, tilting your chin up and kissing his own cum off you, Choso’s kissing up your neck, as you feel him slipping out of you. “Evil little brat. You liked that dildo.”

“Maybe I’ll let you use it on me,” his brows lower as he glares again, Choso snorts against your neck, tugging you closer.

“Use my own dick on you!?”

“Then you can fuck me. If you’re nice.” You turn and straddle Choso again, kissing his mouth, he flicks his tongue and gathers the little bit of Sukuna’s cum off your mouth, moaning.

“Can I at least finger you, or am I still in trouble?” Sukuna pouts kind of cutely, you admit, so you nod, and let him kneel on the bed, fingering Choso’s cum back inside you.

Sukuna won’t knock you off rainbow road again.

[s-ordid]

⋆˙⟡ Synopsis: Your boyfriend has been extremely busy at work lately, and your needs have been neglected as a result. It’s only when he comes home one late evening to find you in a rather compromising position, that he begins to realise how little attention he’s given you lately.

Content: mdni, smut (duh). masturbation, semi-voyeurism(?). That’s it, read it if you wanna find out. :)

Word count: 3.2k

Pairing: bf!nanami x afab reader

This is starting to get old. You almost want to roll your eyes in response to the dull glow of your phone lighting up with another of Kento’s excuses on your screen. You were genuinely an understanding woman, and you knew he had responsibilities to contend with at work. The last thing you wanted to do was get in the way of his job, but he has been spending so much time at the office this month that you often didn’t see him at all. He’d come home late into the night, when you were already curled up into bed, resigned. It hurts you to be cast aside so often. Even if it was for something as important as his career.

Anyway, it was his fault you felt so unattended. He’d created a monster in the last year since you started dating. He was ever the doting boyfriend, planning date nights on Fridays, waking you up with breakfast and flowers on Sunday mornings. Namami Kento had never fooled you — you knew he was a busy man. His success was not something that intimidated you. If anything, it was beneficial to your relationship. You were spoiled rotten at his expense (which he enjoyed more than you knew). And, when it came to the bedroom, Kento was eager to satisfy. You had a very active sex-life, and it was this aspect of your life that was starting to bother you the most. You’d been trying to get laid for the last two nights in a row, going to bed in skimpy lingerie, or a tiny satin slip that always rode up in your sleep. It was like you were presenting yourself.

Still, no dice.

You were already asleep, in spite of your best efforts, by the time that he made it in. Nanami, in turn, was too tired to even attempt to wake you for anything more than a quick peck to your temple as he slid in beside you in bed. In the morning, he would be gone before you woke, leaving you with little other than a post-it with his messy scrawl on the fridge. Any other time you would have been happy to distract yourself among the company of friends and family. But, this — it had been one time too many, and you felt ignored.

MSG from ken <3

hey babe. I hate to do this to you, I know I’ve been staying late really often but it sincerely can’t be helped.

I’ll try my best to get things wrapped up as soon as possible, ok?

Don’t worry about dinner, just take care of yourself for the night.

You let the phone fall from your grasp and onto soft bedding, following it yourself shortly after. You land on your back, and your eyes trail lazily over the pale cream paint on your ceiling. Really, it might as well have been his idea. He was giving you the green light to get your needs under control, after all. And, while you knew that the little bliss your own fingers could potentially give you, would pale in comparison to that thick, heavy cock that sat in Kento’s tasteful trousers, you needed some kind of outlet. It almost felt like a waste. Both on his part and yours — he wouldn’t get to see your gorgeous body shroud in lamplight, wouldn’t know just how worked up you could get at the mere thought of what sat in his pants. It was his loss. You giggle, worming a dainty hand beneath the band of your cotton panties.

With half-lidded eyes, you try to remember what it feels like, his desire hot and building so steadily it makes the air surrounding you feel weighted. The sensation of his lips on your neck, his broad hands fitted around your body, cupping and stroking and teasing, in all the right places. Nanami was a generous lover, and always ensured that you had at least an orgasm or two under your belt before he even considered pursuing his own gratification. He enjoyed seeing you spilling over yourself in absolute euphoria at his hands.

So, it proves especially difficult to conceive of real, true pleasure without him present. But if nothing else, spite is a magnificent driver, and you boasted a wonderful imagination. Which was now responsible for your nimble fingers working their way around the sensitive bud slowly swelling at the base of your pelvis. Drowsy strokes turn into slightly firmer circles, and though you certainly feel the tensing building in your belly, you’re almost completely silent throughout. You’re too focused, intent on finding release somewhere.

Then, your fingers start moving faster, the sound of your breath occasionally catching carrying through the otherwise still room. You can feel yourself arching, muscles slack as you bury your hips into the mattress, fingers frantically continuing the pace. Only here, as you feel your climax on the horizon, do you begin to moan uncontrollably.

And this is what Nanami Kento returns home to.

He’d been ecstatic, the moment that email had landed in his over-saturated inbox. It was a rare occasion, but one worth celebrating, He wanted to surprise you. It was only minutes after he’d sent you that message, with one hand holding a neat stack of stapled forms, that he saw it. The all-too-rare client rescheduling that grants him the sweet freedom he’d been starved of for more days than he could count. He could have let you know that plans had changed, in fact he was sure that you’d been quietly resenting him for the last couple days. And, there were few things that Nanami Kento couldn’t handle — but a tear-stricken girlfriend was not one of them. Regardless, he felt that a romantic gesture was in order to get back into your good graces.

The drive back home isn’t exactly a long one, but it does take him along the path of several shops and stores. One of which, some divine ordinance had granted, was a quaint little flower boutique. After a quick glance of a pre-selected menu of local specialties and seasonal varieties, he settles on an elegant arrangement of blush-toned florals. It’s pretty, if hastily crafted —he was sure that the clerk was hyper-aware of Nanami’s leg tapping impatiently on the ground. But, it would have to do. The rest of the drive is nondescript, he’s not even sure he’s registering anything, beyond the absolutely necessary to keep him safe on the road. He’s on autopilot.

How could he not be? He’d finally gotten some semblance of time back in his control, and he wanted nothing more than to spend it worshiping you. The muscled male is almost grinning to himself by the time he’s parked in his usual spot, already dreaming about your mesmerising scent enveloping him the moment he’s made it through the door. With the bouquet in one hand, he reaches for his keys to unlock the door with the other, when he hears it.

Part of him is nervous, at this stage he can’t decipher the sound and leaps to panic, hoping it’s not a cry of pain or anguish. That he won’t walk in on some intruder harming you. He urges himself to go through the motions faster, but it winds up making him clumsy and he’s struggling to get the right key in, when another soft wave of sound erupts, gently muffled by the slated wood he was currently attempting to pry open. He makes it in a brief second later, pausing to leave the flowers on the coffee table, before he makes it up to your shared bedroom. Here, the sound begins to wash over him in a way that rings familiar – it sends a shock directly south unto his core.

It’s enough to have him rushing up the remaining steps (as silently as he is capable of managing), to peer around the corner of the door frame. The sight is one lifted from his most private fantasies. His mouth is agape, and he begins to feel dirty as he leers at your silhouetted form. But, he couldn’t help himself – and really, he shouldn’t have had to. Not when you look delectable with only the faintest remnants of your clothing clinging to your ankles and your fingers are glued to your sopping cunt.

Again, he might have interrupted you if you’d been doing just about anything else, but he’s currently thinking with the wrong head. Already, Nanami can feel the blood pooling, the heady warmth that overtakes him the moment the arousal blooms. His hand is moving before he’s even conscious of it, thumb and index finger lightly kneading over the dark fabric of his trousers in small, lazy strokes.

It’s his name that catches him entirely off guards. Sweet as sugar on your velvet tongue, threaded with wisps of ecstasy. “Mhm”, he bucks into his hand for the slightest second before soundlessly moving in towards the bed where you lay. With eyes shut, and inhibitions lowered, you really had no reason to suspect any kind of intrusion in this private moment. And true to form, his calloused palms finding purchase along your hips brings a wave of shock through your body. Immediately, your hand retreats as if burned, and you sit up, attempting to cover up what was possible with your thin t-shirt. It’s hard not to act like you were caught in the middle of something — you had, in fact, been caught after all.

You knew that this man had already seen everything there was to see. The word ‘shy’ wasn’t really a part of your personal dictionary, but you hated being surprised and this certainly had turned every last iota of composure in you loose. “Ken!” you shriek, pulling your legs in closer towards your chest. “I–I didn’t expect you home until later — you said you were staying late!” The protest lends you no leverage as he stands there loosening his tie, smug little grin etched onto his lips. “No, no, continue. Don’t let me interrupt darling. You were clearly very busy before I got here.”

You want to say something, anything to wipe whatever devious ideas were bubbling from his head. “I want to watch.” He punctuates with unneeded emphasis – it’s not a request, it’s a demand. An order. In the bedroom, in spite of how he bended under the flowering lily of your thumb, Nanami was the judge, jury, and executioner all rolled into a tidy package. You stall momentarily, and this is something he notes with a quiet click of his tongue as he discards his belt, then pants, and lastly the pleated button-down that sat beautifully over his sculpted shoulders. His mere existence was sinful, and entirely the reason you were in this mess, to begin with.

If he’d only let you have him earlier.

You’re still idle when he reaches you, and it’s giving him an edge you’re not sure you can handle at the moment. He’d caught you in the middle of riding out that limber high, and you’re on the brink of soreness. But, none of that matters when he lowers himself between your thighs and gently pushes them apart. “Don’t tell me you’re feeling shy now, sweetheart,” he murmurs, bending low to press his lips onto your temple. You shiver, and his mouth trails down along your jaw, your neck, the valley of your breasts. Sharp eyes stay pointed towards your features as he travels over your body. You felt like you were being devoured whole.

“Well, that’s too bad. Guess I’ll just have to finish what you started.”

The deep timbre he possessed was something you always found comforting, however in this setting, it feels almost… predatory. A lamb to slaughter, a moth to flame. That is what you’ve become. Self-assured as ever, Kento’s moves are decisive — one hand moulded to the shape of your hips as it holds you steady, while the other brings you closer towards him. You can do nothing but squirm while he drops his head down at level with your dripping pussy. He’s ravenous, connecting his mouth immediately to that wicked lapping heat between your thighs. The jolt launches you into a needy, inebriated stupor and you fight the urge to let out a curse as his tongue rakes over your slit from base to tenderly trembling clit. A gasp erupts from your gaping mouth and earns the quiet rumble of his laughter against you. This was nothing compared to what you could do for yourself earlier, and he knows it.

He has something to prove, not that you ever needed the confirmation. Of course Nanami was better, of course you preferred him over any meagre approximation. But that does nothing to soothe his bruised ego, and really, this intensity it was bringing out of your man — wasn’t encouraging you to help him overcome it in the slightest. He’s already got you writhing against him, whispering intermittently about how he would show you what that toy couldn’t. “Kennn.” you whine, hips rolling involuntarily to increase the friction between you. “I-I only did it because I missed you!!” You’re trying (and failing) to explain yourself so he might offer you some reprieve; you’re overstimulated and only minimally functional. There’s far too much going on for your heightened senses to process, but through it all you feel pure and unadulterated ecstasy.

He’s slack-jawed, intent on consuming you whole as he works his tongue flat over dripping folds. “Mh… tastes s’good,” he slurs into slick skin while tilting his head just enough to introduce a better angle for himself, right hand still crushing you down onto him. Pretense no longer feels necessary — you couldn’t have continued to hold back even if you’d wanted to. Your body is responding to him in a way that’s outside of your control. Lissome digits are entangled in his sun-bleached strands, and you can’t help but pull him in even closer, tugging at the blond tresses each time his tongue swirled around you. Keeping the noise contained is no longer of any interest to you, whimpers elapse and dissipate into the surrounding air with building intensity.

All the while, there’s a deep rumbling sitting in the pit of his chest — the absolute pinnacle of satisfaction. Losing himself between your thighs was reprieve after such a dry spell. You were divinity itself spilling onto his tongue. But, there were other matters to contend with, and he was a man with a plan. As eager as he is to taste your release, at present what he wants most is to ruin you. So, as his steady rhythm brings you close and your muscles clench around him he pries himself from you. It’s no easy task, he has to practically force himself to pull back from your messy cunt.

You want to pout, to smack his arm in playful indignation. But, he won’t spare even a second for your recovery. Just as you’re reeling from the sudden shift, he’s straightening out his spine to stand upright and lining himself up with your entrance. You gasp, immediately taken aback by the pressure of the blunt head that was slowly splitting you apart. “I didn’t say you could finish yet, baby. Slow down.” You can only whimper in response, trying desperately to grasp at the lean muscles that lined his stomach, in order to pull him to you. But, he won’t allow it, bracing with both feet firmly planted on the ground. “P-please. I need it s-so bad,” you attempt to bargain, to plead. There’s a light chuckle that follows your desperation, he’s actually enjoying himself! Nanami could be absolutely lethal when he wanted something, and this was no exception. “What is it you want so badly, pretty girl? Say it.”

You’re still trembling with the loss of that tangible finale he’d rudely denied you, your mind hardly coherent. “I need your cock. In me. Now.” Every word lands flatly between you, a slap against concrete. He smiles for the briefest second, before shoving all hulking eight inches directly into your core. You could never quite get used to exactly how large the blond’s shaft was, but this was every bit the necessary reminder. His pelvis is flush against you, and for a moment you can almost see the strain behind his hazel eyes. It took every ounce of strength he had not to begin pumping immediately. You were just so fucking warm and seeing his cock disappear inside you was making him dizzy. How the hell was he meant to last like this?

It’d been too long and now his body had to re-adjust (as did yours), to how tight you wrapped around him. “Fuck,” he hisses, already compulsively rutting into your heat. No matter how many times he’s seen it, your body is insane. He's already talking himself into circles in his head, wondering how the hell he ever managed to score you. Even now, when all he wants is to tear you in half with his dick, some part of him aches to worship. In some ways, any kind of intimacy with you was pious — after all, what kind of god would put something so sacred on this earth, if not to receive devotion? He’s smiling at his own declaration, while reaching up to caress the supple curve of your breast; thumb sweeping lightly over the taut peak. Immediately, goosebumps erupt on your flesh, and he revels at the sight of you beneath him.

Finally, given the pause for adjustment, he begins to move faster. Longer, harder thrusts that begin to provoke ear-splitting moans from the likes of you. You’d forgotten just how well he fit inside of you, how easily he reached the deepest part of your front wall. Perhaps it’d been worth the earliest disruption, just to have his thick cock ramming into you repeatedly, now. His hand is still busy massaging at your nipple, which leaves his hungry mouth free to devour yours. It manages to only muffle your frantic sounds, your union sloppy and needy; embedded with the weeks of silent frustrations endured by both parties. There was so much left unspoken here — apologies and reproach bleeding slowly into the sweltering fire of your entangled bodies.

At this point you’re not sure if it’s the fact that you’d already cum once, the fact that he’d edged the hell out of you just a few moments ago, or the fact that he felt amazing after so long — but, your pussy was clenching so much it was embarrassing. You felt your muscles spasm and contract as you attempted to keep yourself from diving off of the proverbial cliff, too soon. “F-fuck,” he groans against your lips, hips stuttering in response. He’d likely be right behind you, anyway. “I’m close, Ken” you whine, pulling back just enough to breathe.

He continues to rock into you, brows furrowed in concentration for a few seconds before one last forceful thrust is given. Your climax is synchronous, resulting in heavy panting as your body falls limp. Still, you feel your cunt milking every last drop of his long-overdue release. You’re still shaking, when he finally pulls out, shoulders slumping forward as he collects himself. You move to rest your weight on your elbows, slowly pulling your frame closer to the headboard. You were spent, and just wanted to curl into the covers for a second, but he’s quick to grab your wrist and keep you where you lay.

“Ngh.. where do you think you’re going? I just need a short break. I have a lot to make up for tonight.”

[kikimonharichan]

Surprise! You're Expecting!! smau

ft. husband!Nanami and boyfriend!Toji (talks of getting married in toji's)

swearing, pregnancy, very fluffy

i kinda wrote toji maybe a bit ooc?? idk i just feel like he wouldn't be mad if his girl was pregnant

[cinnam0ncat]

Toji x reader

Boyfriend Toji taking care off you when you’re tired <3

You had been out with your friends. It was fun and you enjoyed yourself until you felt your social battery dying down. Suddenly there were to many people in lines for the stores, the music was to loud and your friends words mixed together making it impossible to take in what they were saying. You felt tired and drained, just wanting to go home to Toji. You checked your phone hoping he’d texted you something. It wasn’t to surprising when you saw that he didn’t. Toji wasn’t much of a texter, usually just answering you. Missing Toji extra much in your socially drained state you said bye to your friends and left. On the bus on the way home you turned the volume all the way up blocking out the outside world with your music. When you finally got home Toji greeted you in the hallway. He didn’t even have time to greet you properly before you threw yourself at him.

“ Hello to you too doll”

He smirked at your motion. You whined at him.

“ Tired?”

He asked and you nodded against him. Toji knew how tired social situations got you so he wasn’t surprised at all by this state of yours.

“ That’s alright baby, don’t have to do anything now”

He reassured you rubbing up and down on your back. After a moment he pulled away holding you by your shoulders studying your face. Your makeup was done and you looked adorable in Tojis eyes. Eyelids a little half closed since you were tired, your mascara and blush showing more clear in the hallway light. He crouched down slightly so his eyes were meeting yours making sure you took in all of his words.

“ Let’s remove your makeup and put you into some comfortable clothes”

He said. You hummed as a reply and that was enough for Toji. He took of your jacket and guided you to your shared bathroom.

“ Come here”

He said and you walked over to him. He quickly picked you up and placed you on the bathroom counter. He grabbed your makeup remover and put it on a towel.

“ Alright close your eyes”

He said not wanting you to get makeup remover in your eyes. You obeyed without question. Toji smirked a little at that.

“ Cute”

He said under his breath. God you were really gonna be the death of him. He started carefully removing your makeup with the towel. When he was satisfied he spoke up again.

“ Open”

You opened your eyes meeting Tojis gaze.

“ Look at you so pretty”

He grinned. You turned your gaze away feeling your cheeks heat up at his words. Not just his words, at him, for taking care of you like this. Toji put his hand on your head turning it so you were looking at him again.

“ Don’t get shy now doll, you are pretty, my pretty girl”

He told you his words full of honesty. That just made your cheeks feel even hotter. Not knowing what to answer you wrapped your arms around his neck hugging him. Having calmed yourself a little from his sudden praise and act of love you finally found words.

“ Thank you Toji for doing this”

You said hugging him tighter. Toji hugged you back with one arm leaning forward a bit to press his chest against yours.

“ Ain’t gotta thank me, honestly looked forward to this”

He said. You giggled at that and felt Toji squeeze you a little through the hug.

“ Cmon we’re done in here”

He said. “ Let’s get you into some pyjamas” He continued”

“ Mhm”

You hummed at that. Toji being the strong man he is just put both hands on your waist picking you up effortlessly. You still held onto his neck as he moved one hand to cup under your thigh with the other hand still holding onto your waist. As he carried you into the bedroom you placed a kiss on his neck where your face was buried.

“ I love you baby”

You mumbled into his skin.

“ Yeah?”

He teased. At that you looked up from his neck and onto his face. He had already reached the bedroom when he put you down on the bed with your arms still around his neck now looking up at him.

“ Yeah Toji I love you”

You said again. Tojis expression lost its playful smirk and he looked at you.

“ I love you too doll, always will”

He said sincerely. You smiled at him. He carefully placed a kiss on your forehead before turning to your shared closet. He opened it looking at something before he asked.

“ What color do you wanna wear tonight?”

You knew he was talking about your pyjamas since you had many different matching sets.

“ Hmm the purple one please”

You replied.

“ Alright purple it is”

He said and took out your purple sleep shorts and a matching purple hoodie. He walked back to you on the bed with your sleep wear.

“ Arms up”

He instructed and you did as he said. He effortlessly pulled your hoodie over your head, repeating the same process for your t shirt.

“ Wanna keep your bra on?”

He asked. When you shook your head he hummed and reached his hands behind your back to un clip it. At that you grabbed onto his shoulders leaning your head on the side of his neck. Toji kissed near your ear at that. When he had taken off your bra he pulled back to which you did the same. He grabbed ahold of your sleep hoodie and placed it gently over your head helping you pull it down. With this move your hair got a little messy and Toji noticed. He ruffled your already messy hair watching you pout up at him.

“ Tojiii my hair”

You whined slightly. He grinned.

“ What about it baby?”

He asked already knowing.

“ You’re messing it up”

You said still pouty trying to push his hand away.

“ Stop it”

You said raising your voice just a bit. Toji chuckled at you finding you adorable. He loved taking care of you, caring for you in this way.

“ You still look good baby don’t worry” He teased. You glared at him at that but he just crouched down to place a sweet kiss onto your pouty lips.

“ You’re so cute baby”

He said giving you one last kiss. After that he quickly helped you change from your jeans to your sleep shorts. Toji knew that you were still tired from your previous hangout with your friends so he didn’t want to overwhelm you with questions about what to eat or what to do. So he sat down on the bed next to you pulling you closer so your head rested against his shoulders. As he started talking his hand grabbed yours holding it in is lap rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“ I’ll order us some dinner and we’ll watch that show you started watching” He said. You nodded, your whole body calming down in his presence. Having Toji care for you in this effortless way meant more to you than anything else.

“ Sounds good?”

He asked still wanting a verbal answer from you.

“ Sounds good Toji, I love you”

You said. Wanting to say more you pulled back from his shoulder now looking up at him.

“ Thanks for always caring Toji, I mean it I feel like i never say it enough but I love you baby”

You said holding tightly onto his hand. Tori felt himself grow warmer at your sudden confession.

“ I love you too pretty girl and I love taking care off you”

He told you.

“ Don’t gotta worry about anything when you’re with me”

He said. You smiled at him feeling safer than ever. He smiled back.

“ Gimme a kiss”

He said. You tilted your head up to place your lips on his.

“ Good”

He mumbled.

“ Now, let’s order some dinner and watch that show you like”

He said and at that you smiled.

Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed🖤

[vampire-luvr]

choso is just so needy, not that you were complaining. it just felt constant. you’re walking around the house in shorts? he’s behind you immediately, already hard cock pushing onto your ass. you get changed in front of him? he’s on his knees pulling your panties to the side claiming he’ll “only kiss it a little”. you’re sleeping but you happen to push up against him and some of your boob is spilling out of your tank top? he’s fisting his cock and trying to contain his whimpering. but how could you blame him! you are just so hot and he loves you so much. (he has gotten hard at the thought of how much you love him. he also cried).

tonight was another one of those nights. you had worn the smallest shorts around the house with a loose tank top. choso thought he was going to lose it. it was so hard to contain himself from begging you to touch him, to do whatever you wanted as long as it pleased you. he had managed to hold back his urges until bedtime. it had been around an hour, and you’re peacefully sleeping by his side. choso, however, has been so painfully hard it’s kept him up. he could jerk off, but he felt so guilty doing it while you were sleeping :(. he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to fall asleep when he heard a moan. his eyes immediately shot open, looking at you.

you let out another small moan, you hips moving slightly back and forth as you did. choso’s cock twitched in his pants. god he felt like such a perv, being even more turned on at some noises you made in your sleep. his eyes closed again, trying to ignore it when

“mmm- cho-“ now he couldn’t ignore it. he loved when you moaned his name. his dick strained against his pants so much he was sure the seams would rip. he cursed himself as he unzipped them and took them off. “just a little bit, i won’t do too much” he promised himself as he lined his covered cock with the fabric of your shorts. despite the barrier, it felt so good. moving a little won’t hurt, right? he began to gently grind against your ass, trying to contain his whimpers with every move. was it wrong? a bit. but it felt too good for him to stop. he blamed the hours he spent pent up.

your hips unconsciously shifted abruptly, the feeling causing choso to let out a pathetic moan. his blood ran cold as you stirred awake at the noise. he didn’t want you to be mad at him, but there was little way out of this. you turned over slightly to look at him.

“cho? what’s going o-“ before you can finish he’s tearing up

“i’m sorry baby i-i just-“ he sniffles “i was so hard because i w-was so horny all night but i didn’t want to bother you since im always on you a-and then you started moaning and you s-said my name, and you know what that does to m-“ to stop his rambling, you placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “it’s okay cho, keep going.”

choso’s face flushed immediately. “y-you mean you aren’t upset with me?”

you shook your head. “of course not. if anything i feel bad, i don’t want you retraining yourself because you think you’re bothering me.”

your hand began to trail down to the waistband of his boxers. “you said you’ve been hard all night?” choso nods. “my poor baby. that must’ve been awful” he whimpers quietly at your words and wipes his eyes.

you move your hands now to fully pull down his boxers, his tip red and leaking. you look back up at him, “can i help you with this, baby?” his nods are frantic and you wrap your fingers around his large shaft. you begin to slowly move up and down his length, kissing as neck lightly as you do. choso is whimpering again already, the feeling of your hand on his dick and lips on his neck is borderline euphoric. your kisses start to trail up to his ear.

“what do you want me to do?” you whisper, your grip around him tightening. choso bites his lip to hold back a moan, “i want you to fuck me- please-“ he sounds to desperate, making you clench your thighs together.

“yeah baby? you think you deserve it after you grinded on me like a perv?” his head falls to the crook of your neck, another moan escapes his lips. “i said im sorry— please ill do anything, i’ll be s-so good for you-“

you grin, you’ve barely done anything and he’s so wrapped around your finger, and it’s hot. “you’ll be a good boy for me cho?” he whimpers so pathetically once again. “y-yes i’ll be such a good boy for you,”

with that, you kiss his neck again before pulling your sleep shorts down. your move his dick to align with your wet folds, and bring the tip up and down your slit. choso can’t stop moaning. the hours of waiting to the teasing is just too much for him. his eyes start to well up again and he’s begging you to put him inside. he’s letting out pleas and cries, trying to his hips up onto you.

“baby, i said to be good. is this what good boys do?” you tsk. he shakes his head, “im s-so sorry— please i can’t wait— need to be inside you so b-bad— please-“ his cries are pathetic, but instead of teasing him more you decide to allow him what he wants. you sink your throbbing heat onto his excruciatingly hard dick, and the tears flow out. choso’s hands moves to grab your hips, your back, anything he can grab onto. his head is once again in the crook of your neck. his moans are muffled, but you can make out what he’s saying. lots of

“i love you so much”

“your pussy feels so good— it was made for me”

“tell me im your good boy— please”

he can’t stop stuttering through his sobs and whimpers as you talk him through it. saying how perfect he is and how he’s doing so good. your hand moves to tangle in his hair, pulling slightly.

“mmm- don’t d-do that please. i-i’ll— mmm c-cum right now” choso warns, but you don’t listen. when you do it again, telling him how much you love your good, perfect boy, he cums instantly. you moan at the feeling of him filling you up and continue to ride him through the rest of his orgasm. he moved his head out of your neck and you wipe his tears off.

“thank you, that was amazing” choso says, kissing the top of your head. you nod and smile, “of course baby. anything for you.” he pulls you into a gentle hug, “can i stay inside you tonight?”

who were you to say no to him?

જ⁀➴⋆.˚ a/n: some (not proofread) sub!choso smut for tonight! for more choso fics, click on my page! ≽^•⩊•^≼

[slutla]

warnings. mdni. older sugar daddy! sukuna, sugarbaby! reader. semi public sex. creampie. reworked cuz lazy nd dk what else 2 post soz

Bright eyed and perky, money-hungry beyond belief and perpetually horny. You’ve wormed your way into the life and the guarded, frigid heart of a much older man. Managing to thaw it, if only slightly, through methods widely regarded as morally ambiguous. All in exchange for designer shoes and glittering necklaces whose price tags eclipse the average person’s rent.

Maybe you’d feel a twinge of shame, being bent right against the cold metal of his Rolls-Royce like a common whore, if dick was all you were getting. But you get it all—an orgasm (not exactly your demographic’s strong suit), the scrap of affection, and the spoils of his wealth. Today is a good day. Cuz you’re getting the best of both worlds: him inside you, and a private viewing of your favorite designer’s newest collection. A peace offering, if you will. He’s been gone all week on some work trip. He knows exactly what it costs to make you forget he ever left.

“You’re terrible,” you scoff, glancing back at him. Sukuna’s already hauling your frilly skirt up, shoving your soaked panties aside with thinly veiled impatience. There’s an urgency to it. He’s eager to make up for lost time, attention entirely fixed on you and on the way your puffy pussy is glistening with slick.

“Made me wait a whole week,” you complain, glossy lip jutting out childishly, “You didn’t even bother answering my texts.”

“Was my little brat really that desperate?” Sukuna’s pout mocks yours, a smug grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. He’s all arrogance and sharp-teeth in a freshly ironed suit.

“Left my phone at home. A week of silence and you’re already falling apart?” he asks gruffly, tattooed fingers spreading your plump folds apart till your oozing hole is visible ‘n winking at him, “Pathetic, aren’t you?”

Sukuna doesn’t give you the time to deny or throw your usual accusations at him—another habit he’s quietly decided he should curb in you. He watches, eyes dark ‘n entirely too focused, as a bead of slick tracks a slow path down your slit. It wets the head of his cock the second he presses it against your waiting hole. Then, with one ruinous shove, he’s sheathed entirely in you, walls screaming as they stretch to take all that length.

He lets out a groan against the shell of your ear, rough hands bruising your hips to keep you pinned.

“Look at that. Didn’t even need a warm-up,” he rasps, a lazy laugh catching in his throat. He’s looking down at where you’re joined, watching your pussy grip him like it’s starving. The tips of his ears are flushed, the only betrayal of how much he’s actually feeling it. “I think all this waiting got you even sluttier, pussy’s leakin’ all over my suit”

“Shit…” you whine, head lolling back, eyes squeezed shut as he starts snapping his hips into you. Hard enough for the impact to rattle your teeth.

“Know how bad I wanted this? Was a second away from having you hauled onto the jet.” He’s breathless, hands reaching down, deft fingers finding your sensitive, swollen bead and grinding into it without mercy, “Wanted you under my desk, choking on it through a three-hour board meeting. Wanted to see if you could stay quiet while I used that pretty throat.”

“You’re—hah… fuckin’ sick.” Contrary to your words, your pussy betrays you, clamping tight around him. An aching throb centered right in your core. Your thighs a mess, quivering and useless under his relentless pounding.

“Yeah,” he grunts, his pace turning feral. The lewd, wet squelch of it echoes off the concrete, the sound of your cunt taking every bit of him. “But you’re still taking every inch of my cock, greedy brat.”

Sensitive as you are, that’s all it takes. You gush, your walls spasming ‘n milking his cock as you come. You’re a dripping mess, and in this moment, Sukuna doesn't care about the hundreds of thousands he’s burnt on you. The shoes, the necklaces—it’s all pocket change. Every cent is worth it if it means getting to see you like this.

[poopshakalaka]

⋮ ⌗ ┆frat!gojo x reader except reader isn't easy as hell pt. 1 pt. 2

( cw: reader is lowk mean, slowburn/maybe series, not proofread )

everybody knew satoru gojo.

he was the most well known guy on campus for more reasons then one.

he excelled in his classes, had a charming personality with confidence that exuded from him, threw great parties, and on top of all that he was fan-fucking-tastic in the bedroom.

he knew he was a catch - and that’s exactly what pissed you off.

his ego was HUGE and it made him insufferable. what made it worse was that no one seemed to notice of even care.

how can someone that acts like such a douche be praised so much?

if he was a woman, no one would bat an eye, they’d probably acknowledge how much of a slut he is and tear him down piece by piece for how cocky he is.

that’s all you could think about as you sit on the couch in yet another crowded house party.

you hated these parties. the only reason you were here was because you were the ‘sober sister’ as they called it.

and the only reason you were in a sorority is because your best friend, shoko ieiri convinced you to join with her.

so whenever any of the girls wanted to go a party you knew you were going to be dragged along. you knew you were going to be spending another night surrounded by obnoxious drunks, drinks being shoved in your face and you constantly declining.

you were fine with staying sober, drinking was never your thing, and you liked being able to ensure your friends were safe and having a good time and get them home safely.

it was the environment that really bothered you. it was loud and humid and crowded and got overstimulating very quickly.

on top of all that was satoru gojo.

when he first saw you he assumed that you would be yet another easy lady that got weak at the knees at the mere sight of him.

so, he approached you with his usual tactic.

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone over here?” he said with his stupid smirk as he sat down next to you. too closely next to you.

you knew immediately it was satoru, and you knew immediately that you wanted nothing to do with him.

you took one look at him and glared.

“nope.”

then you stood up and walked away.

he sat confused for a while.

what the hell does she mean ‘nope’?

maybe you were feeling sick and just ran to the bathroom to puke.

he didn’t take it as she’s uninterested he took it as she’s drunk and not thinking right.

when he saw you at the next party and decided to approach you again, he was taken even farther aback when you walked away before he could even open his mouth.

what was even more confusing was it kept happening.

he didn’t take this as an insult though, this wasn’t some personal attack on him, no. in his head, you were just playing hard to get and he liked it. he liked the challenge. you were feisty, it was fun.

so tonight, like every other friday night where you were sitting hidden away, usually just on your phone, he had to come bother you.

“well well well, if it isn’t my favorite party pooper!”

you looked up at him and roll your eyes.

“do you ever give up?”

he smiles, “aw c’mon, you know you love me.”

your nose crinkles up as if you smelt something rotten. who the fuck does he think he is?

your sentence is cut short when shoko comes running up to you with one of your other sorority sisters.

“y/n! you have to come play spin the bottle with us, please!” she pleads.

you groan before responding, “you know how i feel about playing those stupid games, they’re nasty…”

“aw please! just this once, you never do anything at these parties, have a little fun for once!” the other girl adds.

“it’s literally my role to not have fun at these parties. someone has to stay sober.”

satoru laughs, “you can have fun without drinking.”

you turn your head and glare at him.

“yeahh, listen to him. you don’t have to drink, just play the game!”

it doesn’t matter how much you protest, they’re just going to keep whining.

“fine. i’ll play if we skip next friday’s party.”

they cheer happily and agree but deep down you know they’ll go to the party saying one of them will stay sober which is never true and you’ll still have to go.

“spin the bottle sounds fun, i think i’ll join” satoru says as you get dragged up from your spot on the couch.

before you can change your mind about playing your friends pull you along into the basement where a circle of people has already formed on the floor.

you sit down between your friends and watch as satoru takes a seat with his friends, coincidentally directly across from you.

you can feel his stare but ignore it. you’re not willing to spare him any sort of contact.

the game starts and you watch as people take their turns spinning the bottle and then kissing.

this is disgusting.

the only thing you can think about is how many people each person in this circle has kissed. this cannot be sanitary in any way.

you’re too caught up in your own thoughts you don’t realize it’s your turn until your friends bumps you.

“hey, your turn.”

you look at the bottle for a second then frown. there’s no getting out of this now, you’ve trapped yourself in this nightmare situation.

you let out a sigh before leaning over and spinning the bottle.

it feels like it’s spinning for ages before it finally stops, you look up to where it’s pointed and make eye contact with the one and only suguru geto.

satoru’s best friend.

he hasn’t kissed anyone yet. it doesn’t change that he’s probably done more then kiss with lots of other girls but at least he has a clean slate at this moment.

he smiles as he leans in.

“are you going to keep staring or play the game?”

you probably look so fucking stupid right now, this is the second time someones had to snap you out of your own thoughts.

“shit, sorry”

you quickly scoot closer to him and place a small peck on his lips then move back to where you were.

like everyone else, he was taken slightly aback by it and stared at you for a moment with confusion.

apparently it’s more weird for you to give a normal kiss then to make-out with the person it lands on.

everyone moves on quickly though, excited to move past whatever it is you just did.

you thought the game would be over when everyone spun once but no. they wanted to play again and boost the antics. whoever the bottle landed on, you had to go to a closet with for 7 minutes - 7 minutes in heaven.

this felt childish. everyone in this room is a whole ass adult and they’re playing 7 minutes in heaven.

you refuse to spin the bottle this time, you did NOT want to go in a closet with any of these people.

but before it was your turn, it was satoru’s and he spun the bottle with precision, as if he was choosing where it would land.

and it sure as hell felt like he somehow did choose when it landed on you.

you looked up at him with absolute horror in your eyes.

he had a delightful smile on his face, his piercing blue eyes staring right back at you.

you didn’t get a chance to process it before you were being dragged into the closet with him and the door being shut.

you stood there for a moment just staring at him and he did the same. except he was happy to be in there, you were not.

it made you even more mad when he tried coming closer.

“stay right fucking there. i am NOT making out with you.”

he laughed softly before taking a step back.

“and here i was thinking you gave suguru nothing because you were saving it for me.”

you scoffed and looked at him with disbelief.

“are you stupid? what in your right mind makes you think i would want to give you anything?”

“oh come on, it’s so obvious, you’re so desperate for me it’s insane.”

your jaw drops.

for someone that does so well in school he really is stupid.

“what could POSSIBLY give you the idea that i want you?”

“i’ve seen how you stare at me.” he says with a cocky smirk and small shrug.

you cock your head in disbelief.

“you’ve ’seen how i stare at you?’” you ask with a slightly mocking tone.

“well yeah, you’re not subtle about it.” he says as he leans back onto the shelves on the closet.

“oh. my. god.”

you bring your hands to your face and groan.

out of all the body language of yours he can read, he can only pick up on you staring at him everyone once in awhile. he can’t even pick up on the fact that your stares are full of pure hatred and annoyance.

“don’t worry though, i’m used to it. there’s no need to be shy, just admit you want me.”

you uncover your face and stare at him with disgust.

“why would i ever ‘want you’? you’re a cocky asshole who has nothing better to do with your life then drink and party.”

usually when you tell a guy off they get mad and start calling you a bitch or a slut but satoru just smiled and laughed.

“would it be better if i acted like i was better then everyone else and showed up to the exact same party just to sit in a corner the whole time judging everyone?”

before you could respond, he takes a step closer and stares down at you.

“not only do you sit in the corner judging everyone, you’re also miserable and uptight and boring. the reality is you’re just as much, if not more, an asshole then i am.”

the closet feels way smaller then it did before and all you can do is stare back at him.

“excuse me?”

he smiles again.

“you heard me.”

you scoff and open your mouth to say something but get cut off, again.

“you can keep up with the ‘i’m too good for everyone here’ attitude, but just know, you’re really not.”

he then opens the closet door and takes a few steps out before saying with a smug smile, “i’ll see you next friday.”

you step out of the closet and watch him walk away to his friends.

what. the. fuck.

( a/n: should this become a series? or nah? )

divider credits: priestboy

[poopshakalaka]

⋮ ⌗ ┆frat!gojo x reader except reader isn't easy as hell pt. 1 pt. 2

( cw: reader is lowk mean, slowburn, use of y/n, drinking/alcohol )

miserable, boring, uptight.

his words rung in your head. you weren't miserable, you were quite happy actually. you had a good steady job at the school's cafe, you're grades were great, you had good steady friends, what is there to make you miserable?

who is he to say you're boring? all he does is drink and party! at least you have a life outside of those parties.

and you are definitely not uptight. you knew how to have fun, you had plenty of fun. just because you didn't get drunk every waking moment doesn't mean you were uptight.

he said it himself, 'you can have fun without drinking.'

you were snapped out of your thoughts with a knock on your door followed by shoko letting herself in.

"y/nnn~ you've been in here all day, let's go out, lets do something!"

you turn to face her and see her all dressed ready to go out, to go party.

"oh come on! you swore we wouldn't go out this time, why can't we stay in and watch a movie or something."

"just hear me out! theresa has work early in the morning, she doesn't want to deal with the hangover."

you stare at her with confusion.

"okay... good for her i guess?"

she groans loudly, "okay! so you can come and let loose a little! let someone else keep an eye out."

you scoff in response, "i'm not uptight why do people keep saying that?"

"hey I never said 'uptight' your words, not mine," she holds her hands up in surrender. "it wouldn't hurt you to come out and not be the one everyones relying on? yes, no?"

you think for a moment.

you couldn't care less about satoru thinking your uptight, but your best friend? that one hurt a little more. plus if she thinks your uptight, you know others do too.

does it even matter what they think though? no, not really.

maybe a little.

but on another note, maybe it would be nice to let go for a minute, not that you have anything to let go of.

and you're not doing it to look good to others. what about drinking would be appealing? it mostly brings out the ugly and bad side of people.

you take a deep breath in and slowly exhale before hesitantly responding.

"fine. i'll go."

shoko immediately cheers.

"oh this is perfect! get ready, we're leaving soon!"

she scurries out of your room and shuts the door behind her.

you throw yourself back on your bed and stare at the ceiling for a moment.

you've gone to these parties almost every friday, you've gone to the random ragers they throw unexpectedly. you've seen it all.

it's not like you haven't drank before, you've drank plenty. you've done way more then drink.

you've set a routine for yourself though, you don't usually get all dressed up for these parties or really party at these parties.

maybe you are uptight. you feel a small sense of embarrassment.

there's no point in lingering on it though, you're going to have fun tonight.

you peel yourself off of your bed and walk over to your closet.

you pick out a pair of low-rise bootcut jeans paired with a slightly loose tank top that was mostly backless besides the chains connecting it.

you left your hair down and did your makeup.

when you were done you went downstairs where shoko and a few other girls were waiting, you all piled in theresa's car and made your way to the party.

you arrived soon after it started but it was still more alive then ever and full of people.

you walked in arm in arm with shoko, as you shoved you way to the kitchen.

it didn't take long for a red solo cup to be shoved into your hands.

"drink up! this is one of many." shoko says with a wink.

you give her a tight smile before taking a sip.

you and shoko sat in the kitchen talking for awhile before she went to take a smoke break promising to be back soon.

so, you stayed put in the kitchen and refilled your drink.

not even 10 minutes have passed since you arrived at the party and satoru was already on you.

"well if this isn't a sight for sore eyes! look who decided to let loose for once!"

you roll your eyes before facing him.

he's dressed in a tight (too tight, he looks stupid) with loose jeans and backwards hat.

he's staring down at you with his usual dumb smirk before adding on.

"I didn't know you had a tattoo. ‘skind of hot, what else are you hiding from me?”

you think of a snarky response but bite your tongue. he always messes with you, why don’t you mess with him for a change.

“i’m hiding more tattoos and nipple piercings.” you say with a smirk.

except his smirk doesn’t falter and he scoffs in your face.

“no you’re not, i can see your nipples through the shirt and there are no piercings.”

your face goes red and you glare.

“you’re a pervert.”

he shrugs before taking a sip of his beer.

“if you really cared you would’ve walked away by now, i think this is the longest we’ve held a conversation.”

you shake your head, “you know what, you’re right.”

you turn and refill your drink before walking away to another room.

you can hear satoru laugh as you do so.

you don’t know where shoko went but she’s definitely not looking for you.

you sigh before taking a seat on the couch.

this is like any other party except your slightly tipsy while sitting on the same couch.

fuck… gojo was right. you’re boring as hell.

you stay sitting there sipping on your drink, and watching everyone else.

you’re thoughts are interrupted when a man with black hair sits next to you.

“y/n, right?” he says with a small smile.

it’s suguru geto. you feel slightly embarrassed thinking back to last friday.

there wasn’t any reason to feel embarrassed, you did what everyone else was doing just not as “intensely.”

you smile back at him and nod, “yep.”

“i don’t think we’ve met officially, i’m suguru.”

“it’s nice to meet you suguru.”

“nice to meet you aswell y/n.”

he has a charming smile, his very handsome as well. you've obviously heard about him, him and saturo are best friends. you haven’t heard as much about him to the same extent as saturo but you’ve definitely heard about him.

“i heard you things got heated between you and saturo in the closet last friday.”

you snicker at the thought.

“that’s one word for it,” you respond sarcastically as you take a sip of your drink.

suguru laughs softly, “yeah, he said you were all over him.”

you choke on your drink.

‘all over him?!’ what the fuck is he talking about?

you double over as you cough from choking. suguru looks a little startled and pats your slightly but you quickly shoo him away and sit back up.

“what the fuck are you talking about?”

“i’m talking about what happened between you and gojo in the closet.”

you glare at him, “nothing happened ‘between me and gojo’ in the closet, i would rather die then do anything with him ANYWHERE.”

suguru laughs.

“that’s not what satoru said.”

you turn away from suguru and look around.

“where the fuck is he?”

“i think i last saw him outside,” he replies with a smirk.

you stand up quickly which you regret immediately, you get slightly dizzy and wobbly.

how much have you had to drink?

suguru immediately stands up, his hand falling to youd waist in attempt to keep you steady.

“are you okay?” his voice laced with worry.

you brush him off yet again and nod.

why’s he so touchy?

“m’fine, thanks.”

you stand up straight and make a bee line outside. the cold air hits you hard, you didn’t realize how hot you were.

you also didn’t realize how buzzy you felt.

satoru’s laugh fills your head and sure enough you look around and notice him playing cup pong with a group of people, his strung around some random girls shoulders.

you glare at him as you make your way towards him.

it’s almost like he senses your presence because as you reach the table he looks at you and smiles.

“coming to play some cup pong with me y/n?”

you ignore him and stomp closer, and as soon as you’re close enough you slap him.

the people around you gasp and satoru freezes for a moment.

“are you telling people we did stuff in the fucking closet last friday?”

the girl that was wrapped in satoru’s arms slowly stepped away, most of the people in the group took a small step back.

“i know you’re an asshole but going as far as lying about what happened in that closet is a new low for you.”

satoru scoffed as he faced you.

“what the hell are you talking about?”

your gaze was full of hate as you stared up at him.

“you know exactly what i’m talking about. suguru was telling me all about it.”

“telling you all about what?”

“you know what!.”

satoru shrugs.

“i don’t know what to tell you. i didn’t tell him, or anyone for that matter, anything.”

his smiles at you again, going back to his normal, douche, attitude.

“are you drunk already? you’ve had barely anything to drink.” his tone laced with mockery.

“no i’m not drunk. i’m not a light weight, i could out drink you.”

his smiles grows, “is that right?”

you know you can’t drink more then satoru, he’s satoru. drinking is his whole thing, no one can out drink him. especially not you.

but you’re hard headed and already tipsy.

“of course i can.”

“great, let’s go.”

he grabs your arms and drags you inside, pulling you to the kitchen.

from there, he grabs two shot glasses and a new bottle of vodka, he opens it and fills both to the brim.

you hated vodka.

you stared at it for a moment before averting your gaze to satoru who was already staring at you with a smile.

“what’s wrong princess?”

what the fuck kind of nickname was that?!

“did you just call me ‘princess?’” you ask, voice full of disgust.

it’s a weird nickname, especially when you guys weren’t anything, it’s just weird all around.

he shrugs, “works on other girls.”

“you sound stupid.”

all he does is shake his head and laugh, “are you going to take your shot or not?”

you roll your eyes and grab the small glass. there’s no point in trying to get out of it now. plus you literally came here to get drunk.

gojo joins swiftly and grabs his glass.

“3… 2… 1…”

after he says one, you both bring the glass to your lips and chug it down.

you slam the glass onto the counter and immediately start trying to clear your throat.

it tastes nasty.

he just laughs at you which pisses you off.

“hurry up and pour another one.”

“yes ma’am,” he says as he pours.

————————————————————————————

you guys go on for awhile, you lost track of how many but you definitely feel it - your body feels buzzy in a way and everyone around you is moving fast yet slow.

you’re sitting on top of the counter, staring at satoru who’s staring just as intensely at you.

“you piss me off, d’you know that?”

all he does is smile, “you make it pretty clear, yeah.”

“then why don’t you take the hints and just fuck off for once?”

his smile grows.

what is so funny to him? he takes nothing seriously and it’s aggravating.

“‘cause it’s fun to mess with you. plus you’re pretty so it sweetens the pot.”

at this you laugh. normally you’d roll your eyes and walk away but you’re having fun talking to him right now even when he makes dumb comments like he just did.

“you’re funny,” you say with a smile.

“i’ve been told i can be.”

“have i beat you yet?” you say before downing another shot that somehow appeared in your hand.

“you beat me awhile ago, i haven’t been taking any.”

you sit up a bit more straight at that.

“what the hell do you mean you haven’t been taking any?”

he just shrugs, “i don’t like getting crazy drunk, i know my limit.”

you scoff at him, “why are we having a drink-off if you’re not even going to drink?”

“though you would have some fun with it,” he says as he pours another one and offering it to you.

you stare at the drink for a moment then up at him and glare.

“are you trying to get me drunk so you can get in my pants?”

satoru is taken aback by this and immediately puts the glass back on the counter.

“what the fuck, no! why would you even think that?!”

you hold your glare, “i would never sleep with you, i might not be sober right now but that doesn’t change that i don’t like you or want anything to do with you.”

satoru scoffs and you cut him off by putting your hand on his mouth before he can speak.

“i’m not looking to get any std’s, you’re the last person i’d go to if i wanted to have sex.”

gojo glares and grabs your wrist to remove your hand from his mouth.

“i don’t have any std’s, and remind me not to let you drink ever again, your a mean ass drunk…”

you laugh at him, “i highly doubt you don’t have any std’s.”

you don’t know what makes it so funny but it is. you’re doubling over in laughter.

satoru smiles at you, admiring how beautiful you look even in this dazed out state. when you notice him smiling you stop laughing and glare again.

“what’re you looking at?”

he shakes his head, “nothing, nothing, m’sorry…”

you stare at him for awhile.

his eyes are so blue. his hair looks messy, he ditched his hat awhile ago. it’s not messy in a bad way, it looks good. too good.

you notice his hand still around your wrist and pull away.

“don’t touch me.”

he holds his hands up in surrender, “yes ma’am.”

you’re becoming more hyper aware of everything around you. you’re body is hot and buzzy, theres a weird warmth in your stomach and you don’t like it. your clothes feel like they’re sticking to your body in the worst way possible, leaving your hair down was a big mistake, it’s touching you in the worst way possible.

the room is loud and uncomfortable, it was so unbearably hot and everybody was so close together.

you needed out.

“i want to go outside,” you said with a slight worry to your voice as you slid off the counter.

you didn’t realize how close gojo was standing till you got off the counter.

his body was almost right up against you, and is irked you how close he was.

isn’t being drunk supposed to be fun?

“it’s not fun when your overstimulated,” he replies.

you look at him with confusion.

“did i say that out loud?”

he nods and smiles, “i’ll take you outside, c’mon.”

you don’t really want to go with him but you end up following anyways.

he doesn’t take you to the backyard like where you were before, you guys end up going upstairs and into a random bedroom with a porch.

you slide down onto the ground and sit criss-cross apple sauce and stare down.

satoru joins you on the ground but looks at you instead.

“feel better?” he asks softly.

you turn your head to look at him and nod.

“that’s good,” he says with a smile.

“you don’t have to stay up here.”

“i want to.”

you scoff, “why?”

“why not?” he says as he shrugs.

you roll your eyes and look back down.

people are having fun and laughing, everyones doing their own thing. two people are sitting with their feet in the pool just talking. there’s a small group of people actually playing in the pool which seems kind of dangerous considering they’re probably not sober.

then you notice the cup pong table and you remember what suguru told you earlier. you look back at satoru and glare.

“why’d you tell geto i was ‘all over you’ in the closet?”

satoru shrugs like he did earlier.

“i already told you, i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“bull shit. you know exactly what i’m talking about, why are you telling people that?”

he groans.

“i’m not ‘telling people’ anything. and i didn’t tell him you were all over me physically. i told him you were riding my ass and calling me out on shit.”

you stare at him a bit dumbfounded.

a wave of embarrassment washes over you. you slapped him. over some random miscommunication at that. you feel slightly bad looking back on it.

“oh…”

he smiles again.

“i’m sorry,” you say softly.

“you’re forgiven.”

you nod then think for a moment. why are you apologizing? he has that slap a long time coming, all he does is harass you.

“actually, no i’m not.”

“oh?”

“every time you see me you make it your personal goal to annoy and bother me. i’m not apologizing for shit. you don’t deserve it.”

satoru’s smile doesn’t falter as he shrugs.

“if you say so.”

“i do say so.”

“great, i agree.”

“great,” you say as you look back down.

the cool air from the outside definitely got rid of the stress you were feeling earlier, you feel relaxed.

it’s weird how a lot of people seem to get so crazy when they get drunk. you don’t feel crazy at all. it also doesn’t make sense when people talk about doing or saying weird things because they’re “not in their right mind.” you’re not in your right mind but you’re not about to do a bunch of things you regret, you’re still in control of yourself.

“y/n.”

you turn your head back to look at gojo.

he looks so handsome right now. maybe his shirt wasn’t too tight, it looked good on him. the way his eyes held your gaze was enough to bring butterflies to your stomach. his eyes were insanely gorgeous. and to top it all off his hair was perfectly messy.

you might not like him but you sure as hell understand what makes him irresistible. something about him just sucks you in.

“y/n, are you okay?”

his voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you nod.

“yeah, m’just thinking.”

he nods, “i see.”

you sit there again in silence. it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward before but you also didn’t notice it before. now it feels slightly awkward.

you didn’t notice till now how close you two were sitting.

you were sitting in the corner of the railing and he was sitting directly in front of you. you realized your knees were touching his.

he’s so close. too close.

and he’s staring at you, why is he staring so much.

you take in a deep breath and you smell him. it smells like cologne and something else that’s distinctly him. it’s almost sweet.

it feels like he’s everywhere and you hate it.

if someone looked up they’d see the two of you up here and see that your another girl that got sucked into him.

it’s not even about what others think of it. it’s what you’d turn into after. you share moments of intimacy and then what? nothing. you’re used and tossed aside.

he needs to get away from you.

you grab onto the railing and begin to stand up, you’re slightly wobbly.

“where are you going?” he asks urgently.

why does he care?

“i- um- i feel sick. i think i’m going to head out.”

he stands up with you and quickly cups your cheek with one hand, his other falling to your waist to stabilize you.

“you feel sick? are you going to throw up?”

his face is full of concern but it feels fake, staged, practiced.

you pull out of his touch and take a step away.

“no i’m not going to throw up. i just want to go home.”

he takes step forward, “if you feel sick you then stay here and let me get you some water or something.”

you take another step away.

“i said i’m fine, i want to go home.”

satoru just sighs.

it’s obvious you want to get away from him. usually he’d push your buttons but now wasn’t the time for that.

“can i at least drive you?”

he was surprisingly probably the most sober person at the party. theresa wasn’t picking you or the other girls up for around another hour and an uber would be to expensive this late at night.

you nod, “if you don’t mind.”

————————————————————————————

the car ride there is quite. it’s weird. satoru always has something to say.

when you arrive, he puts the car in park and looks at you for a moment.

“do you want me to walk you in?”

you shake your head no, “no, thank you though.”

he nods as he watches you climb out of the car.

you walk awkwardly to the house, but stop short when your stomach starts to twist.

oh fuck.

you double over and puke into a bush.

oh god, you hate throwing up. something about it is suffocating. it just makes you feel anxious and stressed

before you can process it satoru is beside you, he’s holding your hair as his other hand rests on your back.

“shit, are you okay?”

you groan in response and stay leaned over. it’s obvious that was just the beginning.

“let’s get inside, okay?”

you can’t protest against him touching you or taking you up to your room. you’re worried if you open your mouth more will come out.

luckily for you theres a bathroom attached to your bedroom so when you do get to your room you run over to the toilet and let more out.

satoru grabs a random hair tie from off your counter and messily ties your hair up.

he randomly disappears for awhile and comes back with a glass of water and a pair of pajamas.

you look at him with confusion.

“where the fuck did you find those?”

he shrugs and smiles, “i rummaged through your drawers a bit, assumed you wouldn’t mind sense i’m helping you out and all.”

you glare slightly but you don’t have it in you to argue with him.

he gives you privacy to change and when your done, comes back in to sit by you and rub your back as you puke into the toilet.

you don’t know how long you’ve been sitting in there but your tired and want to be left alone.

satoru was being nice but you know there’s only one reason for if and it’s not because he’s just a “nice person.”

you grab a piece of toilet paper and wipe your mouth, you toss it into the toilet, shut the lid and flush. slowly, yet surely, you stand up and take a deep breath.

satoru watches you carefully and stands up as-well.

“all good?” he asks with a tilt of his head.

you just nod then turn away and leave your bathroom, padding off to lay onto your bed.

he follows swiftly behind and stops by your bed.

“are you sure your okay?” he asks softly.

you sigh as you work your way under the covers.

“i’m fine. thank you for your help.”

all he does is nod as he watches you.

you look up at him with confusion, “do you need something…?”

“oh no, sorry. i’ll leave now.”

you nod then turn away.

satoru walks towards the door and looks back at you.

“are you sure you’ll be okay?”

you’re starting to get annoyed.

“good night satoru.”

he sighs before responding, “good night y/n.”

( a/n: this is probably messy as hell, it's 1 am. lmk if you want to be tagged in upcoming parts! )

divider credits: priestboy

[babymakeravenue]

Your boyfriend always mistakes your pussy for a stress reliever. Ugh, Such a dits!

Your boyfriend, Yuji, often zoned out, especially if he was laying in your bed, your head resting on his chest as you guys binge watched your favorite show together, but is second favorite thing to do while zoning out, was playing with your pussy.

Yeah, it sounds a little weird, but that Yuji for ya! He doesn’t really do it on purpose, just absentmindedly really. His hand drifting down to your panties, because lord knows you don’t wear anything besides panties around your dorm room, sometimes nothing even. His hand slips into them, finding your clit and giving it a small pinch, you wince and slap his arm lightly, but it doesn’t “wake him up”, so to speak, instead, his fingers continue toying with it, curling around it as you lay there, fingers digging into his arm for support as you let your boyfriend use you like a stress toy. His fingers slipping there way past your clit and shoving their way into your cunt, that’s not throbbing with the need for him, but still, his eyes are completely focused on the show, even laughing and making stupid comments about it, but you? you couldn’t even focus on which character was dying and which was having a mental breakdown from it, all you could focus on, was you boyfriend fingering your fucking cunt.

His fingers curling against that spongy spot over and over and over again, while you humped against his palm that was right against your clit, you couldn’t even help it rather, no matter how much you tried to keep your hips down, your body craved his thick, calloused fingers. After what felt like an hour of him playing with your pussy, you finally cum all over his fingers, biting down onto his shoulder to quiet yourself, and that’s when he finally looks down at you. “Oh, sorry, baby.” pulling his fingers from your pussy like it was nothing.

Ugh, he’s such a dits!

[opiodistic]

sukuna has never been treated like a dirty secret. until now..

sukuna presses down on your lower back, deepening your arch. his fingers grab the plush of your ass and massage as if your buttcheeks are his own personal stress toys.

"k-kuna..." you mewl, drool dribbling down your chin as you come down the high of your third orgasm. "m-move.."

sukuna just chuckles, lowering himself until his face came up to the back of your neck before slanting his head and biting at your nape.

you gasp, hips jerking backward, into his cock that he's been refusing to move.

"so fucking eager, huh?" he presses in, his cock kissing your cervix. a shudder passes down his spine at way you clench around his cock. "ngh- fuck."

he pulls out so that only the tip is in and then rams back in, making you rock forward. his hand clutches at your shoulder and another as your ass as he pumps in you in a rapid pace.

your mouth drops open and eyes start to roll back as sukuna pounds into you relentlessly, your sensitive pussy clenching around him harder.

he pulls you up, tugging at your face to pull you in for a kiss.

"mmfp- t-too f-fast," you gasp into his mouth as he rams into your upwards.

his cock hits the top of your walls, making your tummy bulge.

"hah- fuck, look at this," you can hear the smug smirk in his voice as he brings his hand to press onto the bulge.

you moan, "n-no," tears stream down your face from the intense pleasure, "d-don't press ngh- there.."

his forearm circles around your neck and he holds you up in a headlock. "you're taking me so good, baby, fuck."

your eyes widen as you struggle to breath, hands coming up to tug at his arm. you squirm in his hold as he pounds into you in a pace that is stealing your breath.

sukuna dips down again to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, saliva mixing with yours as you cry out into his mouth, your fourth oragsm of the day crashing into you without warning.

feeling you clench so hard around him tips him beyond, eyes screwing shut as he grits his teeth, pushing his cock as deep into you as possible, "f-fuckkkkk."

he groans, holding up your body that suddenly feels too boneless. sukuna's cum is dripping out of you, coating the inside of your thighs.

sukuna finally pulls out his softening cock out of you as you squirm out of his hold and flop down onto the bed, "that was..."

"out of the world, huh?" sukuna still, of course, had the energy to be cocky till the end.

"yeah, sure," you turn on your stomach, turning your head away from him, "close the door on your way out."

sukuna, who was about to climb in bed behind you, freezes.

"you want me to leave?" he can't help his incredulous tone, "i just fucked you to oblivion?!"

you don't even spare him a glance as you say, "stop crying and get out, dude. this is what we agreed to."

and you were right, you both had been sleeping with each other for about two months now. and it wasn't supposed to be anything but sex.

for some fucking reason, sukuna has just not slept with anyone aside you in those past months.

definitely not because his dick doesn't seem to stand up for anyone who isn't you.

sukuna is pouting. he's pouting over getting kicked out after agreeing to get out after sex.

and you can't even see it because you're dozing off, facing away from him.

he gets up to gather his clothes, and head into your bathroom to wash up. he comes back with a wet rag and cleans you up silently, which wakes you up.

he hopes maybe this soft aftercare might make you change your mind.

he wanted to cuddle.

his ego was just hurt that someone was kicking him out.

"sukuna?" you mumbled from the bed.

he perked up, sure that you were gonna ask him to stay.

"can you hide your face as you leave? i don't want anyone to see you were here."

sukuna's jaw drops, but you're already drifting off.

[uzugeto-deactivated20260427]

★ A GUIDE TO HOOKING UP ★

you’d never gone out on a date before. never experienced any semblance of intimacy or any romance that everyone else already seemed to have mastered. kissing? not on your radar. but you got the bright idea to go on a dating app—matching with suguru geto.

★ PAIRING: suguru geto x fem! reader

★ CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, MDNI. alternate universe/no curses. slightly awkward and inexperienced reader. cat dad sugu. consent checks. dry humping/grinding. nipple play. cunnilingus. blow job. unprotected p in v. pull out method. cum eating. some aftercare. stupid humor. pet names. a scientology visit.

★ WORD COUNT: 6.3k

★ A DIVINE NOTE: another account another repost ik 😭 but this is the most self indulgent/cope post ever actually, couldn’t leave my babies behind </3

“you brought cookies.”

you held out the tupperware container filled to the brim with recently baked chocolate chips—the sweet, warm scent wafting through the plastic. "i did, yes. though i wasn't sure if you had any allergies, so don't feel any pressure to eat them or anything. i just thought it'd be rude to come over without bringing anything."

oh great. less than five minutes into this conversation and you were already rambling.

suguru took the container of baked goods from your hands with a wary look, bringing it up to his nose. "you're not a serial killer by any chance, are you?"

you blinked. "if i was, wouldn't it defeat the purpose of telling you now?" not very reassuring.

regardless, he gestured for you to come inside. you stepped inside the apartment and slid your shoes off at the door, taking in the sight of his living room.

the space was bathed in a dark red light accompanied by sonder’s one night only playing in the background and a couple candles flickering from the coffee table—the warm richness of sandalwood permeating through the air.

“you.. uh.. you really planned this out, huh?” why couldn’t you just have said it looked nice and moved on?

now it was just plain awkward.

well, awkward-er.

sure, you knew the concept of sex and how it was supposed to work, but what every hookup guide always forgot to cover was the before. even if you'd talked before this, the two of you were just strangers. what were you supposed to talk about with him?

how were you supposed to skip this part and go to where you were riding him like a pony?

suguru shrugged, padding over to the kitchen to leave the container of cookies on the counter. “did i do too much?”

“it’s just your apartment and all, but the lights seem a little.. excessive.” that was putting it as nicely as possible.

he took the criticism in stride, grabbing a remote from the counter and turning them off before flicking a lamp on, painting the room in a dim orange light. the room was immediately much more warm and welcoming than what’d you first walked into.

you stood at the door, taking a look at the little bits of decoration that you could now see more clearly. a couple figurines, expensive, if you had to guess, a couple books strewn around his coffee table, and a cat tree perched up near the window.

you remembered the small bag in your pocket. digging it out of your pocket, you held it up in between your fingers. “i saw your cat on that one thirst trap,” he didn’t bother protesting—it was a thirst trap, “so i got some treats on the way here. i hope you don’t mind.”

either you were a psychic or you just naturally had a knack for this sort of thing. “they’re her favorite, thanks. take a seat, we don’t bite.”

the previous girls that came over to his apartment usually just gave the cat a little coo or downright ignored her, but you seemed like you wanted to get to know her more than you did him.

suguru wasn't sure if he was amused or if his ego was slightly bruised. (hint: both.)

you took a seat on the black leather couch like you owned the place, patting your lap. “what’s your cat’s name?” you questioned, the cat peering up from her paw at the noise before going back to grooming herself.

“that’s sage.”

you lightly shook the bag of treats, trying to beckon the very uninterested cat with the promise of food and an unconvincing baby voice. your efforts were working. somewhat.

sage lazily trotted her way down from the top of the cat tree before making her way over to you, sitting at your feet. her eyes were calculating, analyzing if you were worth her time. you didn't dare move a muscle when she leaned in to sniff at your socked feet and legs.

just when you were convinced that you'd gotten a big fat F on her evaluation, sage seemed to decide that you were harmless enough. she hopped up on your lap and settled down like the self proclaimed royalty she was, nudging her head against your hand in demand for head pats. you complied.

your fingers ran through the soft black fur while the cat purred like a lawn mower underneath your touch.

"she normally doesn't like strangers," suguru noted, plopping down on the couch cushion next to you.

"do you use that line on everybody that steps foot in here?" well.... yes!

and it usually worked like a charm, thank you very much.

"wait, what, really?" the last girl he'd brought over to his apartment remarked, the very same girl that signed him up for lifelong scientology visits and the army two weeks later after he failed to respond within five minutes, staring at him like he'd hung up the moon and the stars.

"yeah." the cat in question, looked at him with as much disdain as her little body could muster. suguru made a mental promise to reward the cat with catnip and treats for helping him spit out the first bullshit that came to his mind. the girl seemed too happily convinced, going as far as calling herself sage’s step mom.

needless to say, the cat hadn't been all too happy about getting squeezed and cradled around like a baby by a woman she'd never seen before and never saw again after. her displeasure was obvious if the broken flower vases and scratches on his leather furniture were anything to go by.

he'd stopped using that line. or so he thought.

"...no."

you raised a brow, gaze full of suspicion as you stared at him. barely applying any pressure. and just like a rubber band, he ended up snapping within seconds, “…yes, fine, i have. but it’s the first time i’ve meant it.”

you weren't sure if he was full of shit. but the cat seemed to like you decently enough, starting her own biscuit factory on the fabric of your jeans with each ear rub. “how’d you end up getting her?”

suguru looked over to see you and his cat getting along decently well, finding himself a little lost in the scene when your question finally registered and you were staring at him.

“i found her locked up in a cage close to home. her owners called her a devil and all kinds of names, their own negligence, really,” he rolled his eyes, reaching out to pet her chin, “anyways, they were all too happy having someone to hand off the cat to.”

the two of you sat in a comfortable silence after a few questions from one another, getting to know each other a bit better apart from late night conversations. only the sounds of sage’s purring and the outside world filled the apartment.

that was until, "c'mere." suguru lazily spread his legs on the sofa, patting his lap.

“you do realize i’m not your cat right?” as if proving your point, sage got up from her spot on your lap over to his.

“fine, can you please come here?” he gave the cat one last scratch before setting her down on the floor, asking a little nicer. you got up from your spot, standing in between his legs before you lowered yourself onto his lap.

"hi," he murmured once you settled onto his lap, his hands instinctively moving down to your hips.

"hi." you braced your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance, suddenly feeling the reality of the situation crashing down on you. the pretty man underneath you wanted to have sex with you. you were going to have sex tonight.

sex and your first kiss, apparently. (you refused to count the time you'd gotten kissed as a dare in middle school.)

and as if he could read your mind, suguru took a hold of your chin and gently tilted your head up to face him, "can i kiss you?" you didn't miss the way his gaze flickered from your eyes down to your lips every .5 seconds.

you met him halfway, pressing your lips against his own. trying to go with the flow as many people said (what flow? you weren't completely sure yourself).

"close your eyes, i can feel you staring at my soul.” he pulled away, whispering the words against your lips and leaving you chasing behind his.

you let your eyes flutter shut, leaning into the kiss slowly. even going as far as tilting your head a little so you wouldn’t— “ow!” — do exactly what you just did. bump your nose straight into his.

you opened them back up to see suguru was more amused than hurt, a stupid smile on his face as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “try closing them when you’re already leaned in, hm?”

rolling your eyes, you shifted a bit on his lap before giving it one last go. one of your hands came up to cradle his soft cheek, leaning in and shutting your eyes at the last second. he tasted like mint and something else you couldn’t decipher.

his lips molded against your own in a languid kiss, each touch an experiment to know your body better. suguru’s hands moved down your body, each one resting on your ass like he wanted, no needed, you all that much closer. the exchange grew heavier, sloppier, messier.

everything was heightened—you could feel every single little thing. from the slight hitch of his breath when you captured his lip in between your teeth to your own traitorous heart thumping underneath your rib cage.

his lips moved from your own to the corner, down to your jaw, until he finally reached your neck. then that’s where he went ham. sucking, licking, kissing on whatever inch of skin was at his disposal all while taking note which spots had you shivering and squeezing your thighs together.

latching onto the sensitive skin of your collarbone, suguru placed a kiss out of reverence before he started to suck. he was practically in bliss all without taking his clothes off. if he were a weaker man, he would’ve shot his load the minute you’d settled onto his lap and got a whiff of your sweet, sweet perfume.

his hands moved up from your ass up your back, probably going to take your shirt off before his phone got the bright idea to interrupt the moment: want a break from the ads?

suguru had never regretted not investing into spotify premium as much as he did in this moment.

is your girlfriend unsatisfied in the bedroom? your stamina not being what it once was? if these symptoms sound familiar, you might suffering from erectile dysfunction. ask your doctor about levitra—

that was enough to get him up to his feet, crossing over to the kitchen counter in three strides. suguru quickly got his phone from the counter before the ad could continue, deciding that the ambiance was ruined and shutting the music off.

"do these symptoms sound familiar to you?" you teased, resting your cheek on your palm as you watched the scene with mild amusement.

"you could come to my room and find out." not nearly as smooth as he usually was, but good job suguru!

"are you really getting me into your bed with an erectile dysfunction ad?"

suguru tilted his head, "is it working?"

and you really wished it wasn't, but it was. you were quick to get up on your feet, padding over to where he stood and reaching your hand out. "let's go find out then."

his bedroom was much like the living room—a minimalistic design with a couple pictures hung up on the walls. his friends, if you had to guess. he led you over to the bed, sitting down on the edge.

not nearly enough bed-pouncing as you were expecting.

suguru spoke up, his hands resting on his lap, "you're allowed to change your mind, don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do. i’m here to please you.”

“i want this,” you responded, moving up the bed to rest against the headboard. he followed, keeping a reasonable distance between you two, “i want to have sex with you, suguru. let’s just take it slow.”

closing the distance, you straddled yourself over his lap, each of your legs next to his own. you lowered yourself down and placed your hands on his shoulders under the guise you knew what you were doing. and then, you started to rock and gyrate your hips against his clothed leg.

you rubbed and grinded your hips harder, faster against his leg in an attempt to feel something other than the friction of his sweats rubbing against your shorts—unsure of what to do other than rut yourself against him like a dog. maybe he was liking this?

should you start moaning?

“o-oh fuck.” a, what you hoped was realistic, moan left your lips, your fingers digging into his shoulders to really sell the point. suguru looked at you, wondering if he really looked that stupid.

you weren't sure what you were doing—that much was obvious. you were humping his leg, your rhythm too quick to be pleasurable for either one of you at this point.

"have you ever done this before?" were you really that obvious?

the question had your hips stilling their movement, your gaze falling down to his face. when you shook your head, suguru let out a small tut, holding your chin between his fingers, "that's okay, baby. we'll take it nice and slow, just follow me."

his hands splayed on your hips, slightly moving you up his lap before he started to guide your movements. and oh, now you felt it. his cock strained against the material of his sweats, each ridge rubbing against your warm heat.

well, at least now you knew the ad wasn't meant for him.

"oh yeah, that feels better huh?" he cooed in your ear, his cock twitching in his pants just by feeling how wet you were getting already.

you were dripping, slick stringing and sticking to your panties with each roll of your hips. he wasn’t much better—cock prodding against your entrance like it was begging to be released. “uh huh, better,” a breathy whisper left you, your back arching against his fingertips.

when he kissed you again, it wasn’t soft and gentle like he’d been at first. no, he’d tested the waters already.

now he was kissing you like he needed you, like he needed air to breathe. each breath grew labored like he couldn’t bare being apart. his tongue moved in a synchronized dance with yours, tasting and absorbing everything you had to give.

your lips moved with the same desperation, fingers gripping against the material of his shirt. trying to take it off before he seemed to catch onto your unspoken hint. he reluctantly pulled away before sliding his shirt off in one fluid motion, letting it fall onto the mattress beneath. and… wow. beautiful was an understatement when it came to him.

you let your fingers trail down his abdomen, the muscles tensing underneath your featherlight touch. tracing and poking whatever little beauty marks you found on your way down. he was just so.. pretty.

“you really think so?” his voice brought you out of your reverie, and oh shit, you’d said it out loud?

“like you don’t know it already,” you retorted, trying to downplay the situation.

suguru shrugged, watching your fingers intently as you traced and gently scratched down his pecs, “i like when you call me pretty.”

you rolled your eyes but gave in anyways, “you’re very pretty, suguru geto.” you felt his cock twitch underneath at the compliment. leading his fingers towards the hem of your own shirt, you guided him into taking off the flimsy article. he seemed all too eager to revere your body the same way you had his.

mumbled compliments of you’re so beautiful and so soft left his lips until he looked up at you, his hands gliding up and down your hips, "do you want me to keep going or do you wanna stop here?"

you grabbed his hands, bringing them up to your chest. “i want this, suguru. i want to go all the way with you, i promise.” his fingers tweaked and squeezed at your perked nipples, his lips ghosting above the left before he swirled his tongue around it. latching his mouth onto the sensitive flesh and sucking, working the other with his fingers.

strings of saliva connected his lips to your tits when he finally pulled away—deeming that he’d given them enough attention for now. suguru flipped the two of you over, hovering above you before slowly kissing his way down.

peck. your collarbone.

peck. your tits.

peck. your navel.

peck. the waistband of your shorts.

“you can take it off,” you assured him before he even had the chance to ask the question. suguru didn’t hesitate once he got the thumbs up, hooking his fingers onto your belt loops before sliding your shorts down your legs and shaking them off.

you could’ve sworn you caught a hint of drool once you were all exposed for him.

suguru kissed his way up your leg, each one leaving behind a slippery trail behind him. “so pretty,” he mumbled, sucking onto your calf before moving further up to your knee, “so perfect laid out for me.” each one sounded like a quiet admission to himself.

despite how desperate he seemed, suguru took his time when it came to finally undressing you. his teeth sunk into the lace of your underwear, your hips lifted when he moved down the offending material at the pace of molasses. trying to savor as much as he could.

he let them fall onto the pile of clothes next to you before admiring his meal. your cunt clenched around nothing when a slight breeze came in the room, your slick glistening against your folds, clit practically throbbing his name out in morse code.

but suguru prided himself on having some semblance of patience. thinly veiled patience, but patience nonetheless. he wedged himself in between your legs, his lips hovering dangerously close to your entrance before moving down to your inner thigh. repeating what he'd done earlier on your leg.

he pressed featherlight kiss after another onto the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, occasionally biting hard enough to leave behind a nice lil' memory for tomorrow. your legs instinctively spread, every sensation sending your body through a livewire and yet.. you were lost in thought.

you wondered how many people he'd had in this room, how long this would take, what'd you eat for breakfast tomorrow, and—"focus on me, pretty girl."

immediately broken out of your endless string of questions, you looked down to see suguru already peering up at you. "talk to me, what's going on in that head of yours?"

you shook your head, "just got lost in thought, i guess."

"then we'll just have to make it to where you can only focus on me, angel."

and then he dove in like he was a man starving.

his big hands gripped your legs and spread you apart like a feast, tongue flicking out to taste the slick dripping down your folds and thighs. "taste so good, thank you, thank you," he babbled, swiping his tongue up and down your folds before flicking it inside of your pussy.

your cunt gushed like an open sink against his mouth and chin, the man practically nose deep as he thrusted his tongue in and out of your sopping pussy. his jaw went slack, sucking and tracing your folds with the tip of his tongue before going back to eating you out.

soon, two of his fingers took place of his mouth. two long and thick fingers. your juices ran down to his knuckles while he spread you open, his fingers curling and hitting that one spot inside of you with ease. "fuck, it feels so good," you whined, bucking your hips up to meet his fingers.

"i knoww baby, just needed suguru to take care of you." he didn't let up, much too starved himself to even think about doing so. his lips latched onto your swollen, throbbing clit and sucked lightly onto the nerves. your grip on his hair tightened, a broken moan leaving from his lips.

"just like that," he hissed out, his hips rutting into the mattress underneath. you noticed a dark patch growing in the front of his sweats. "take what you want from me, y'know how to do it." your hips swiveled and thrusted against his eager mouth, spit and slick drenching his chin and dripping down to the mattress.

it was hard to think about anything other than him, you had to admit that much.

your legs shook with each thrust of his fingers, with each swipe of his tongue. just as you were about to press your legs together, suguru pried them apart once more with ease. "don't interrupt my meal, i'm not done eating." and how could he say that when he already sounded so drunk off you?

his tongue swirled against your clit, the tip drawing circles around the sensitive nub. "f-fuck, gonna cum, keep going," you whined out, nails digging into his scalp. the sound of your pussy gushing around his fingers was all you could hear, and yet, all you were focused on was chasing your own orgasm.

it was so close, you felt a knot building up in your lower tummy. "fu-fuck fuck fuck," broken babbles left your lips, your toes curling and legs shaking the more you felt that pressure increase. with one final thrust of his fingers, you came. the knot unraveled all at once, your release washing over you (and his fingers) like a tidal wave.

he'd never been such at bliss before.

each breath felt like it was splitting your lungs open, your chest heaving as suguru slowly pulled his dripping fingers out of you. he didn't mind staring you in the eye when he put his fingers in his mouth, sucking them off as if no drop could go to waste. "mm, wanna taste you forever." his eyes practically rolled back, his tongue swirling against the two digits.

once you finally regained your bearings, you sat up and asked, "do you want me to return the favor?"

suguru let out an indignant scoff like you'd just insulted his very existence. and in a way, you had. "i did that because i wanted to, because i needed to taste you," he retorted, shaking his head like he wasn't reevaluating his degree in munchology, "not because i was expecting anything out of you."

getting up from your spot on the bed, you padded over to where he was sitting and situated yourself right in between his legs. absentmindedly running your fingers up up up the thin material of his sweats, barely grazing your fingertips against the growing tent between his legs. before you pulled away altogether.

you looked up at him like you were sin incarnate, lashes fluttering against your cheek, "what if i really really want to suck you off?"

suguru swore his soul left his body for a minute. he'd gladly let you keep it if you wanted it at this rate.

“then by all means, go for it.”

that was all you needed to slide the flimsy material of his sweatpants onto the floor, his cock slapping up against his stomach once it was released. now it was your turn to nearly drool. you couldn't have imagined that a dick could be this pretty.

a nice tan color at the base with a hint of red at the tip, a curve settling to the right and precum dripping down his shaft just from having you in his mouth. it was fairly long and thick—as thick as your forearm, you could assume.

all the fanfiction you had saved in your bookmarks couldn't have prepared you for the sight of the twitching cock in front of you.

you stared at his dick like it was something out of an anatomy textbook, trying to figure out the best approach to go about this before ultimately deciding to throw it out the window and just try it out.

"a-ah fuck." suguru practically turned into putty the moment you took him in your mouth, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of your head. not pushing, never that; he'd never risk making you uncomfortable.

thick globs of spit dribbled down to your chin and down his shaft from the corners of your lips. "just like that, yeah, please." suguru wasn't afraid to be loud—letting you know what you were doing right. one of your hands wrapped around his cock, your fingers tightening around the base before you started to jerk your hand up and down.

you could hardly take him in fully—your cheeks hollowing out to make more space and it still wasn't nearly enough. "soo good, please don't stop," suguru’s voice drawled out when you tried taking more of his cock in your mouth.

you could feel tears pricking up at the edge of your waterline, blinking them back quickly. his cock was barely a couple inches in your mouth and the tip was already starting to hit your uvula, your saliva coating around the shaft to mix with the precum spurting out. once you were able to, you started bobbing your head up and down his length.

suguru’s fingers dug into the sheets beside him, his chest starting to feel like he’d run a marathon. your tongue, your mouth, just you, everything felt too stimulating, too good. the hand you’d been jerking him off with moved down to his heavy sack, your fingers rolling around his balls.

and just like that, suguru was a goner. he swore he saw the flickering of a white light above. you felt them tighten up underneath your fingertips, growing heavier and heavier with cum. you looked up to see him completely disheveled, mouth agape to let out shaky gasps and broken moans. and right before you swore you almost felt him cum, he pulled you off.

“did i do something wrong?” your question came out innocent, like you hadn’t nearly sucked the soul out of his body.

suguru let out a disbelieving laugh, pulling you up to your feet before feverishly leaning into kiss you. not seeming to care that he could taste himself on your tongue. “just need to cum inside you, can i do that, please? you still want this?”

he sounded completely and utterly ruined. but you nodded into the kiss, your fingers pressing into his shoulders. “i need you, sugu, need you so bad. please fuck me, please.”

he moved at the speed of light, setting you down onto the comfort of his mattress before he settled himself on top of you. his cock throbbed and twitched at the mere contact with your bare pussy, his fingers wrapping around the base as he swiped the tip through your folds. “you sure you want this?”

just one more time to confirm. you nodded.

“c’mon, use your words for me, pretty,” he whispered, rubbing the tip against your swollen lil’ clit. your throat bobbed as you swallowed back an embarrassing moan.

“i want this, suguru, i’m sure.”

"okay, take a deep breath in for me." you complied, filling your lungs with air before letting it out in a deep exhale. he slowly pushed his cock in, your walls tightening and clenching involuntarily against his shaft.

"there we go, that's it baby. takin' me so well." suguru's voice came out akin to a purr he didn't mention how he'd barely pushed an inch in. once he was certain it was okay, he pushed another and another in.

a choked gasp left your lips when he finally seemed to bottom out, feeling like your body had just been split in half. and maybe, just maybe it was, you wouldn’t necessarily doubt it.

suguru wiped away a couple tears that streamed down your cheeks, standing still while you got used to the intrusion. it was hard, he had to admit, when you felt so warm and wet around him. but anything for your comfort, he wouldn’t risk that.

“you can move, suguru,” you spoke up, one of your hands reaching out to take hold of his. his fingers grasped your own, placing your hand on top of your head before he slowly pulled out and thrusted back in one swift motion. your pussy drenched his shaft each time he pushed back in, each thrust smoother and faster.

suguru leaned down to kiss you, hair falling like a waterfall and covering his face completely before he ever got the chance to get close. you bit down on your lip, trying to keep yourself from laughing in his (hair covered) face before reaching out and moving his hair out the way.

so goes the super suave geto suguru.

a small giggle left your lips at the gesture, slowly starting to feel more and more comfortable being around him. (well how much more comfortable could you really get after having him inside you?) suguru let out a small huff, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance before handing over a hair tie.

you managed to make the world’s messiest ponytail in twenty seconds. go you!

“i’m glad my embarrassment’s amusing, but you okay?” he asked quietly, treating you as if you were a delicate piece of glass. long fingers trailed up your sides like he was admiring a piece of art, not at all like the strangers that you were supposed to be.

“i’m fine,” you assured, wiggling your hips and trying to thrust back into him, “you can go faster, though, please?”

suguru didn’t hesitate to follow that command, hips snapping into you almost immediately. your cunt sucked him in with each thrust, squelching with how much you’d drenched his shaft. his heavy balls smacked against your ass TWACK TWACK TWACK!

your legs wrapped around his waist like you were physically trying to intertwine your body as close as you could to him. “ah ah fuck, sugu, faster, faster!” your moans sounded like the best kind of melody to his ears, and well, who was he really to deny?

suguru hoisted a leg up on the bed for a better angle, hitting that spot inside of you with each quick thrust. your walls clenched around him like a vice, like you wanted to keep him trapped while you gushed and soaked around him.

“pussy’s so good, i’m never letting you go,” he babbled, his other hand gripping your hip to move you up and down his shaft as he pleased.

his middle finger rubbed desperate little circles against your clit, your eyes rolling back from just how good you felt. the hair tie was long since forgotten, hair falling onto his face as he leaned forward to capture your lips in what could only be described as a tangle of tongue and teeth.

everything about him screamed desperate and unhinged—and you weren’t any different.

“make me cum, make me cum, please,” you moaned out against his lips, your chest heaving and your breaths coming out in short pants. suguru nodded like it was his only mission in life, pushing his cock in and out sloppier and messier than he was at first. practically gliding with how wet you were.

your orgasm built up more intense this time, your nails digging into the sheets below as the coil in your tummy began tightening. “please please please,” for what were you begging for? you didn’t know. a scream that would probably wake up his neighbors left your lips as you came, dripping and soaking his shaft in your wake.

“so messy, my messy girl, that’s ittt.” he was a broken pussy-drunk babbling mess. suguru continued to rut into you, chasing his own orgasm while working you through your own. his hips moved desperately, balls twacking against you with each sloppy sloppy thrust until he finally choked out,

“w-where do you hic want it?”

you didn’t give it much thought, “my face, sugu. wanna taste you, come for me, need you.” that was all it took for the last bit to snap, barely managing to pull out in time before he was spurting out drops of cum onto your face and your open mouth.

you swallowed every last drop that landed on your tongue, your features contorting into a slight grimace once the taste settled on your taste buds. and just like you'd come out of a damn porno and his wet dreams, you stuck your tongue out.

"fuck, you're gonna kill me." a breathless laugh left his lips. he made sure to push his hair back this time around before he leaned into kiss you again, his tongue prodding into your mouth.

one time fucking awkward and slightly offputting girl pussy and he was ready to get your finger measurements to buy the most expensive ring he could find at the jewelers. maybe he'd start with just a date once he came back to his senses.

suguru plopped down on the mattress next to you, rubbing a drop off cum off your cheek with the pad of his thumb before bringing it up to his own lips. "was that okay? you need anything—water, a bath, your dignity?"

you let out an amused scoff, turning your head to face him. admiring his features in the post sex glow. you had to admit—to yourself mostly—he looked good worn out and panting. "my dignity's still intact, thank you. but some water and a rag would be nice."

he cracked open the water bottle and left it on the nightstand next to you before disappearing into the bathroom. you could briefly hear the sound of water running before he emerged once more, a wet rag in hand.

each swipe of the rag in between your legs was a gentle one, treating you with the utmost care in the world. “you don’t have to leave right away, if you don’t want to. i can make some mean scrambled eggs.”

“how inviting,” you teased, taking a sip of the water as you mulled it over. how bad would it be to stay the night if he’d already been inside of you? “but sure, i’ll stay. if only for the scrambled eggs.”

you weren’t sure how long the two of you spent up talking about nothing and everything in between, from what you did for school to how you got into baking. it was.. refreshing, in a sense.

you could picture yourself doing this kind of routine with him almost too easily. the last thing you remember before succumbing to sleep was his arms wrapped around your stomach.

holding you like he never quite wanted to let go.

loud knocking woke up suguru at ass o'clock in the morning, long before the sun even started to peek its head from the horizon. a groan left his lips as he forced himself to untangle his limbs from your own and get up.

you didn't seem to notice his absence, in fact, you almost seemed to enjoy it. a little too much, if you asked him. you laid in the middle of the bed, sprawling your arms and legs out like a starfish.

the knocking on the door grew more insistent—determined to get an answer one way or another.

"hi, good morning. i'm from the church of scientology." this time they'd sent a middle aged man to stand at his door and spit out the same spiel he'd heard for the past five months in a row, greeting him with a smile that suguru deemed unnatural this early in the morning.

a smile that quickly seemed to fade once the man took notice of the blossoming hickey on his neck, the scratches that ran down his abdomen.

the man grasped his copy of dianetics like he was clutching his pearls.

suguru would have to eat you out later just for this reaction.

the man cleared his throat, eyes averting down to the book in his hands, before he cracked it open to the first page he could find. suguru wondered how long it'd take the man to figure out the book was upside down.

"i'm here because you signed up to receive visits every weekend. for just the small price of ¥73,300, you could learn all about the church and how to reach enlightenment—" the more that the man rambled, the more that suguru was more inclined to start his own cult than join this one.

but regardless, he let the man finish his spiel before he tapped his chin in faux thought. “to join a cult or not to join a cult, decisions decisions…”

the man raised a finger to protest, pushing up the thick rim of his glasses up his nose, "well actually, we're not a cult, we're a religious group focu-"

the man was left rambling to the front door about the difference between a 'religious group' and a 'cult.'

but he relented, suguru had to give him that at least. the man remained at the doorstep, bringing his fist up to the door but never making contact. probably regretting coming over in the first place.

"who was at the door?" you were barely awake yourself, rubbing at your eyes as the bright morning light peered in through the windows.

suguru pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a small groan, "would you believe me if i said scientology?"

"who'd you piss off?" you questioned, standing by the kitchen with your arms folded.

this time, another groan. though he sounded more whiny than anything, “why does everyone always assume i did something?”

"am i wrong though?" you countered.

no, not at all. and suguru knew he wasn’t getting out of this conversation that easily. "come on, i'll tell you over scrambled eggs and those cookies you baked yesterday."