why are writers afraid of making reader a mature adult?? no i do not wanna see aizawa or nanami with a girl fresh out of highschool age gap hater until i die i don't care
Synopsis. Do you want to change the world? Do you see those poor, endangered hybrids and wish you could do something to help them? Join us now at www.HYBRIDBR33DINGPROGRAM,69 to help your hot local hybrids put a baby in you!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, hybrids AU, pheromones, knots, bréeding, FÉRAL JJK men, matíng presses, fuII neIsons, fíngering, spítting, p talking, p sIapping, chokíng, HEADLOCKS, aIpha!Toji, manhandIing, making it fit, creampíes, marathons, Iactation (Sukuna), mates, dúmbifícatíon, cúmfIation, cúmpIay, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Tony’s backkkk with delicious things piled up for you babygirls heheh-
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Wolf
“So now I have to warn you-” You’re turning your head towards the primly-dressed lady that was leading you through the maze of corridors.
She’d been the first to meet with you after weeks of interviews and medical exams and waiting around the telephone ever since you’d entered…the program. Your match-maker, almost. With an appointment finally set up, you made your way through the official-looking building.
Listening to her intently as she debriefed you on the hybrid you’d been set up with. “-the hybrid we have paired you with, according to your sheet and your scent vials, is a wolf hybrid.” She looks at you closely, “An alpha wolf hybrid.”
Your heart races, “Oh.”
“And as you may know, alpha wolves are quite known for their…intense…ruts.” The two of you stopped before a tall door, it almost looked like a hotel entrance. “But the thing is- with this speciman, Toji, you’re the first one he’s ever accepted during his rut.”
“Oh.”
She rattles off something about how your scent was the only one he’s ever reacted to, how ever since then he’d been dying to meet you. Thrown into the throes of his rut all over again, practically. Clawing at the walls. Restless.
And before you know it, the door is opening and you’re being ushered inside. Left alone. With him.
Toji’s feverish body is on you immediately.
He’s gasping you in. Gnawing on your neck. Pressing his hips against yours like he was trying to meld your two bodies together—
“Oh, pretty doll…” The straight line of his nose drag-drag-draaaags down the side of your scent glands, huffin’ in your sweetened scent. “Pretty, pretty doll.” Breath hitching, Toji pins you harder against the wall and you feel something so long and rock-fucking-hard crush up against your front. “Do you have any fucking idea how long I’ve been waitin’ for ya? I could smell you the second you stepped in the building- fuck, damn near broke down these walls to find ya myself.”
“O-oh.” Your eyes almost bulge out of your skull as you get an impression of his sheer size. Tall. Hulking. He really was a wolf hybrid through and through, tail swishing impatiently behind him. “You’re so…big.”
So swollen with need that the mere feeling of your warm body made him twitch.
And the thing is- he could smell your cute cunt getting wetter. Guttural voice whispering against your ear, “And you’re not walking outta here until you take every single inch.”
In just a few split-seconds, you’re on the bed by the corner of the room. You’re on all fours. You’re being pushed down by one of his clawed hands knobbled on top of your scalp, manhandling you.
His giddy weight hovers over you, rasping to himself. “Won’t be- hah, walking outta here at all, actually.” His abs plaster against your back as he leans over to kiss down the line of your spine. “Gonna- fuck, make you forget how to walk.” Smooch after sultry smooch. Open-mouthed. “Gonna hafta fuckin’ carry you outta here- oh, m’gonna ruin you, mama.”
You’re squealing at the top of your lungs when his fingers slither down to tear off your sticky panties. Weavin’ the fabric between his digits, he brings it up to his flared nostrils and sniffs.
A great, big whiff that makes Toji’s scarred mouth drop into a soft ‘oh.’
“F-fuck-” He’s wrenching out a primal grunt, just catching sight of your glistening hole. “Oh my-”
Cutting himself off by spitting down onto your wettened pussy, the line of saliva smacks against your slit and drips down in a puddle.
And he wasn’t just spitting from behind - Toji was drooling. A thin line of it trickling down the side of his curved lips as he immediately spreads your sheeny thighs, immediately ruts against the folds of your cunt.
Immediately let his thick, globular tip start swipin’ his way inside your pussy.
“Oh-oh my god…” Toji’s head falls once he starts easing inside, husky baritone breaking mid-sentence. And your toes curl at the incredible feeling of his plump, puckered tip squeezing all inside your snug entrance. Shoving inside. Bullying inside. You clench and you think he damn near shivers- “Wait o-ohhhh, go easy on me, lil’ omega.”
“Omega?” You’re questioning, “You can tell?”
“Oh fuck, I don’t even know right now, doll- just hold on- let me…” The gluey surroundings of your cunt were just sucking him up. Swallowing. Each heavy inch being slid inside—and Toji wasn’t just thrusting, he was rutting.
Just to fit inside. Just to feel more n’ more of your velvety walls sucking him up - you swear you can feel the exact moment the line of his swollen tip grazes your g-spot and Toji himself breaks.
“Oh my god- fuck, oh my god, it can feel this good?” His stern lips wobble, that sleazy smile from before nowhere to be seen now. And there’s a slight tinge of madness in his voice, one that makes his gruff tone pitch higher.
And suddenly you’re being reminded that this was the first ever time that he’s spent his rut with anyone.
He was just so sensitive. “No- no, that should be fuckin’ illegal.” Toji grabs the back of your neck and pulls you back into his vein-covered cock. “It can’t be- it c-can’t—”
Letting your drippin’ wet pussy sloppily sluuuuurp back into his long, long length. Toji has the audacity to swipe the pair of panties in his hands down where your syrupy wetness was smearing. Drenching it just a lil’.
Before bringing it back up to his nose and sniffing, hazy peripherals rolling to the back of his head. He spreads apart his meat thighs even further and moans out as he pushes. “Who the fuck let you hold out on me for this long, huh?”
He was going crazy. He was drilling into you like a madman.
Again and again and again.
Not even waiting for you to adjust. Not even faltering. Heavy, half-thrusts to open up every drivelling orifice inside your cunt. To pinpoint even your tiniest hidden spots with his strawberry-red divot- fuck, it was almost like he was out of control.
So was this what it felt like to be…pussydrunk?
Toji feels you slipping away with the recoil of his jackhammers and he uses his inhuman strength to jerk you back up to him.
You’re choking out, “I wasn’t- fuck.” You’re grabbing ahold of the silken sheets, bucking your hips stupidly into his. The lewdest squelches ring out every time you do, synchronizing with your own sinful noises. “S’not my fault.”
“Then whose is it, hm?”
He moves his left hand over to spank the side of your ass cheeks, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your mouth lolls open stupidly upon impact and he bends over to spit straight into his wide-open target.
“Tell me- hah, tell me, little omega.” He’s tightening his hold on your throat and you yelp. Absolutely useless against the way his vein-covered girth stretches out your every nook n’ cranny, his rose-colored tip was pushing even deeper into your gooey insides. “Who let you hold out on me? Who said this pretty pussy could f-feel so good? Where the fuck have- you- been- all my life?”
“I don’t- ngh, could’ve found me sooner- ngh, then.” You’re biting back, your mind dizzy with all these questions and his thrusts. And oh, he liked that.
Having you talk back to him like that - it only made his thick length swell up even further, making your pussy let out such a carnal squelch once he finally, finally pistons towards the back of your cervix.
Slick and tight.
The probin’ push of his mushroomy tip drives deep, like he was trying to burrow into your very lungs. His globular end is driven in, in, in—all round n’ achingly hard, filling you out from the inside so much that you swear you could see stars.
Fuck, he’s gnawing down on the edge of his bottom lip and staring. Taking hefty gulps of the pheromones you were letting out each time his creamy cock pistoled back in.
“Mmm, you’re right.” Toji snickers. And he gives the wobblin’ side of your ass cheek yet another mean swat, leaving it there for a few seconds to grope you. “You’re s-soooo fuckin’ right, mama. Always are, hm?” Oh, he was thoroughly pussydrunk - to have such a big, proud alpha admit defeat? Fuck, he might just kneel at your feet next.
You’re whimpering once his thumb reaches over to swipe down your treacly slit, pressing down on your clit. “Oh yeah? M’right after I manage to- hck! take it all?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say all…” Wouldn’t say all? In shock, you swivel your head around and catch Toji’s filthy, filthy grin. The way he was looking down at where the two of you were connected with half-lidded eyes. “There’s just a-” The hybrid crushes his toned v-line against you. “-little more.”
And that’s when you feel it.
That’s when you realize it: with Toji being a wolf hybrid, his prolonged length won’t be the only thing you have to take. You forgot about the plump, thickened knot at the base of his cock - pulsing wildly away where he kissed your pussylips with it.
Toji growls, “You’re not walkin’ outta here without carrying my pups, mama.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Jaguar
“Are you alright, my love?” The blond-haired man hushes out from above you just as soon as his thick, reddened tip manages to bulge against your cervix. Manages to bottom out. Hot and sultry. Just drippin’ with fresh wads of precum and need.
He’s running his thumb down the side of your temple, tenderly wiping away a few trickles of sweat. “Breathe in– breath- atta girl. This pretty pussy of yours feeling, mmm, alright?”
Your hips buck with a whimper once he grazes his roverin’ fingertips down your swollen slit. Teasing rolling over your sensitive clit so you’ll make those pretty, pretty noises for him once more. “Yes- hck! fuck fuck fuck, yes, Kento. You can keep moving now…”
“O-oh.” His handsome maw drops. And something in him seems to shake at the very notion. Something in him seems to crack. You watch as Nanami’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs, his throat parched. “Keep moving, darling?”
“Mhm—” You’re nodding, brows furrowing. “That is the whole point of the program, after all- isn’t it?”
NAME: NANAMI KENTO
AGE: 27
OCCUPATION: OFFICE WORKER
HYBRID TYPE: PANTHERA ONCA
You’d read his profile multiple times. You could tell from the very second you’d been escorted inside this tidy bedroom that Nanami Kento was the predatory type. The type that could break you in half. The type that could leave you without the ability to walk for weeks at a time without even trying - and yet, he was treating you like glass.
So gently.
Nanami had spent hours overstimulating your poor, bawlin’ pussy before you’d even started taking his incredible size. Spent hours tugging n’ prying apart your delicate pussylips just so that he could fit each solid inch.
His girth was so massive that the mere feeling of him bullying inside your gooey channel, molding you to him, made your toes curl.
Your nails clawing down the expanse of his broad back as you pull him even closer to you, “C’mon Kento.” You jut out your lips into a pout, and he shivers at the sight. You’re just so sensitive. So needy that you could cry. “Don’t you wanna, ngh, breed- oh fuck!”
He’s shutting you up.
He’s roughly pulling back his powerful hips to strike the ends of your pussy with a great, heaving thud! Coating your cervix with a few stringy wads of pre, his curly blond hairs tickling your clit.
Anything. Everything just to get you to—
“Sh-shut up—” Nanami unhinges his sharp jaw just to puff out, his clouded breath hitting your face. And then he’s gasping, then he’s realizing what he’s just said and fighting back a groan.
Slowing down the ravenous cadence of his hips to something slow n’ sensual. Nanami cups your cheek, biting down on his wobbly lower lip. “F-forgive me.” He begs, “I spoke out of turn- I- hngh, acted out of turn.” He’d just gone out of control.
The thought makes you wetter - and Nanami’s nose crinkles at the sweetness as he can smell it. “But m’not complaining, y’know?” You’re insisting, arching your hips up into his. It was just so cute that he was so considerate, but you wanted something…rough. “I wouldn’t mind if you-”
“Don’t.” He cuts you off. And you’re suddenly getting punished by a thorough few probes of his circular, wet tip against the roof of your pussy. “Don’t talk out of this pretty pussy, darling. You don’t know what m’capable of-”
“I do.” Batting your teary lashes, “I read all your profiles—promise! Did my own research, too. I just want you to- hngh, use me, Kento.”
Something in him looks like it had just snapped.
He whispers - barely even audible to you. “U-use…”
And you’re nodding furiously, slidin’ away your plush walls to meet his every thrust. Now, Nanami’s tempo had grown slightly harder, slightly out of time—slightly like his restraint on himself was slowly slipping away. So you let out the finishing blow - “Wan’ you to use me as your hngh! cumdump, please?”
Fuck, you’d even added manners.
Nanami Kento was gone.
Nanami Kento was ruined.
Nanami Kento was throwing your legs over his muscular shoulders in a second - fuck missionary, he was putting you in a damn mating press. Snapping his hips down until your capped knees hit your tits, and his globular cocktip scrapes your womb.
So hard that you swear he’s leaving nail marks on your skin, your hamstrings stretching like never before, a few of your joints popping!
With a few slurping sounds, he’s fucking his girth into with thud after thud after thud. Looong, rapid thrusts that leave you with your mouth comically ajar, spit drivelling out pathetically. Puddling. “Yes-” You whine, white-hot pleasure running through you. “Yes yes yes- just like this, Ken, ngh-”
“Ah ah-” And suddenly, one of his firm hands finds its way ‘round your throat. Blocking off your airway, “Shut up and fucking take it since you wanted to so bad.”
You’re whimpering- “But it feels so- oh.”
Only for Nanami to lunge over and sink his lengthy canines against the side of your throat, “What did I say?” He murmurs, the vibrato of his bass making your skin tremble. A stern tone. “Cumdumps don’t talk.”
Fuck.
Again and again.
You press your lips together, trying to hold back all the broken crackles and pleas that threatened to break through each time Nanami was pummeling away his massive length. Red-hot. Ravenous. He throbbed all the way near the clingy bottom of your pussy, drenching it in so many webs of his sap.
Flooding each tight orifice inside you, forming your heart-shaped cunt around him- and then barely even letting you squirm after each recoil of his thrusts. Barely letting you bounce away.
Weighing down on you. Glissading his abs. Every time you moved, he’d tighten his arm on your throat and drag you back.
Another one of his strong hands slides down your front - he’d been tenderly massaging your core before. Now the hybrid only pushed down where he could feel his thick cylindrical length probin’ through, feeling for himself as he fucked you.
“Oh, yes. Remember what you hah- asked for, my love- fuck, I mean…” Harder. Firmer. Nanami was pinpointing your every sweet spot with wads of precum so rudely, “-my pretty, pretty cumdump.”
You’re shrilling as he leans in with a purr to nuzzle your throat, one of his wild slams slaps your cervix so hard that you think your eyes pop out of your skull. “I-ngh, keep going like that and I’ll-” Forgetting that you weren’t supposed to speak - and if you couldn’t listen to him, he’d make you silent.
He’s spitting straight between your jabbering lips, swiping away the purposeful splatter on the edge of your lips. “Cumdumps cum quietly.”
And you’re so far gone that you aren’t just cumming with a few more vulgar strokes - you’re splashin’ out and squirting. Soaking splosh after splosh of your miry high, it sticks to his tannish skin and creates a tiny pool between your bodies.
Nanami was pistoning away oh-so-frenzily, and he expected to hold you down so that you could stay. So that you could take it.
Each n’ every one of your peaks being pounded through by his rovering cock.
Your pupils swirl maddeningly, body shaking with the twitches of your orgasm. “Mmm, didn’t know cumdumps could squirt, too.” He snickers rudely as you see stars, your vision shattered. And before you know it, he’s emptying out a few droplets of precum into your womb - you swear his twitching knot at his base only grew fatter. Oh, he was just getting started.
“Wh-what do you mean?” You’re whining up at him, with wide eyes—shit, did he say that out loud?
Nanami smiles a sleazy smile, his long canines peaking out. “M’cumdump needs to be full of cum now, doesn’t she?”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Sssnake
The slithering slurps were just lecherous.
Each time after Geto slid his flexible fingers in and out of your folds, tapping the slick-glazed tips against your inner thighs. “Hmmm…that should do it. Don’t you think, gorgeous~?”
“Sh-shit-” And for just how calm, cool, n’ collected he was - you were practically shattered. Feeling the sparks of your high escape right under your nose, Geto had edged you for about the fifth time tonight. Ruthlessly. You clamor to hold onto his wrist, “You’re so mean, Sugu- fuck-”
“Oh, so you don’t want my cock?” His dark brows furrow, faux-pouting. And oh, you damn near shed a few tears at the way he’s dragging his puckered cockhead between your folds, before pulling away—“Alright, guess I can give this pretty pussy just my fingers then-”
“N-nooo—” You sob out, “Please-”
“Ssso you don’t want my fingers either, huh?” Pretending to gasp, pretending to drive you to the end of your sanity (he actually was). “Well then I can just go and tell the organizer that you’d rather have another hybrid- f-fuck.”
You’re not even thinking twice - you’re not even hesitating before you suddenly press against Geto’s toned body. Pinning him down. Straddling his naturally chiselled hips and letting your ready cunt siiiink down his fat cock.
Oh.
He was just so thick, n’ covered in so many winding veins that tickled your sensitive insides. Extra. “Oh my god- I m-meant that I want your, ngh, cock in me.” You’re blurting out, your head throwing back dazedly. “Want you all up inside- ngh.”
“Oho?” And serpentine hybrids weren’t just sly - you’re coming to find out that they knew exactly how to drive you wild. Exactly how to use their numerous snaking tendrils.
Before you know it, Geto drags his gigantic tail around your waist to pin you down to his pelvis. Human for most of his body, but his true form did peak out during times like this. “Sss’that so?” He’s humming out, grin widening. “So is it my mating season or is it yours, gorgeous?”
“Y-yours–” You mewl out, stubbornly. After all it had been you that was specifically assigned to the massive boa constrictor to help him through his season of need. His heat.
His time of year that makes him all but whimper the very instant Geto’s slick cock starts fucking in and out of you. In smooth, long thrusts - there’s so much power behind his actions that the front of your pussylips start to bruise already.
Geto’s brows furrowing as he hisses between his fangs, “Mhm, then why don’tcha act like it, hmmm–?” Hitting your g-spot dead-on, your hips move restlessly and his tail pins you down immediately. “Drippin’ so much, sucking me up like such a ssssslut.”
He’s smiling oh-so-meanly as he pokes and probes you every hidden spot. Not just your g-spot, it’s like he’s somehow mazing his vein-decorated cock everywhere. Anywhere.
Again and again.
His slimy, curved tip sticks against the edge of your cervix and makes you whine.
“Take me so well like this n’ I might just give you my second cock, gorgeous.”
Your eyes snap open, “S-second?” And without another second of hesitation, you tilt your head down and- oh, lo and behold, there was a line along the middle of Geto’s happy trail. Right where his rock-hard erection was, a second length was starting to perk upright. Two.
Two needy shafts that filthily kissed your hole, the more you’re bouncing atop him- the closer his weeping cockhead gets. Anticipating. Eager.
“Mhm, didn’t you know?” Geto tuts, “Serpentine hybrids tend to have double the cocks-” And suddenly, he’s swipin’ aside your puffy folds to take a gooood, long look at your clamping hole. “-double what this sssslutty pussy wants. And if you’re good- heh, I’ll give it.”
“I’ve been so good.” You beg, your hand reaching for his double shafts- only for Geto to slap it away.
“I just gave you my first and now you want my second?” He rolls his dazed amethyst eyes, “Try riding this one ngh, proper and we’ll see about-” Oh, he doesn’t even have to finish his damn sentence to have you gyratin’ your hips wildly.
With your sultry figure-eights swerving and swerving.
Faster. Harder. You arch your spine into the perfect curvature and let his textured length stir against your cute pussy. Filling out your every nook n’ cranny—“I am, see-” Spit splashes down your chin, and Geto’s forked tongue comes out to lap at it. “T-taking it- ngh, they paired me with you so that means I must be able to take a second-”
“‘Must’, hmm–?” It was just so fun to tease you. To slow his bucking hips down and watch as your trembling, needy body ruts down animalistically to chase his globed tip. “And so that means-”
“Yes-”
“-that you must take my kids, riiight?” He narrowed his greedy gaze, and you’re struck with the sudden thought - oh, mating season. Geto was going to fuck you pregnant.
He was already pounding upwards like he aimed for it. Already shoved the fat crown of his shaft to poke your womb, so hard that you’re sure to feel that soft flesh bruise. Thudding. “That you’re gonna- mmm, let me cum inside you with both my big, fat cocks.” You feel a hot splash against your outer pussy, and realize that he’s holding his matching length with one hand. Angled straight towards your entrance- “Let me fill you up until you can’t even remember your name—”
“O-oh my god-” Your pupils swirl in the whites of your eyes, feeling the circle of your cunt get stretched out maddeningly. Like elastic, he was probin’ away his honed cocktip inside. “Yes- wan’ it please, Suguru-”
“Actually-” As he slightly stalls his cadence, “-can you even remember your name? Right now?”
You don’t even care at this point. Don’t know anything but the way he was filling out your geysering orifice with such wet slurps, “I don’t know I don’t know- just want it-”
“So you can’t even remember your name?” Seething, voice pitched even higher. There was a sort of crazed glimmer in Geto’s peripherals when he realized the effect his double cocks had on your poor body. Your poor self. “C-can’t believe- hah! You seriously don’t fuckin’ remember your own name? My cocks have that much of an effect on you, hm?”
Push after push. Now he’s a solid few inches inside your velvety cunt and you think you might just cum from the sheer stretch of him. The way he was holding you down- one hand plastered on top of your sweaty scalp now.
Geto’s using his strength to force down his swollen shafts, his zig-zagged veins pliably letting him slither his way in-
“S’okay, gorgeous.” He’s finishing off once his matching tips bottom out with two matching thwacks! All the way opening up your womb- “You don’t need any other name- hah, there’s only one you need.”
“And wh-what is that—?” You shiver once his pointed fangs trace your skin, scorched breath panting out.
“My mate.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - Bunny!
“P-please, I’ll be good…” Choso’s broken whimpers grace your eardrums like the prettiest song, and he’s also letting off such lewd slurps any time he tap-tap-taps his red, swollen cockhead against the front of your pussy.
So loud. So filthy. The twitchy hybrid smears aside the drops of cum that were on top of your folds, like some white glaze.
His half-lidded eyes look down at the mess he was making and he groans, feeling his mouth start to salivate at the sight. “Mmm, so delicious, baby.” Before you can respond - before you can even think - Choso has the audacity to swipe his fat thumb down your slit and dab on a bit of sap for him to suck. “Won’t you let me- hah, fill this cunt up all over again? Please?”
And oh, you’d heard of the incredible prolonged stamina that bunny rabbit hybrids have - you just didn’t expect it to be like this.
Because it’d been hours since you were led into this very room by the organizer lady. Hours since you’d first met the hybrid you were paired up with, and had him cream his poor pants simply by his first kiss with you.
Hour since he’d first begged to put his cute, flinchin’ cock inside and fucked you like he never ever wanted to pull out.
Still rutting into you like such an animal- the slightest half-thrusts that leaves him whimpering. “P-please?” Choso whines, his handsome cheek staining with a line of tears. “Do you need me to beg on my knees again, baby?”
Your breath hitches, “I’m just wondering whether you aren’t- hah, tired yet, Cho? I’m sure it’s already ahem- taken, so to speak.”
“Oh, but we won’t know for sure now- will we?” And of course you wanted him more. Of course you still teased him. Watching his doey, brown eyes tear up, long ears flopping. “And m’not dead yet so- don’t worry, no matter how many times I cum, my cock is always- ngh, hard for you, baby.”
And he meant it.
He was slightly pulling out of your geysering hole - fuck, it almost killed him to - rutting and humping into your wettest depths wildly. He wanted to get you pregnant badly.
And as soon as you’re nodding needily for him to go on- Choso immediately perks his toned hips back n’ plunges inside your cunt once more. His ruby-red cocktip swipes aside your dewy walls, and as soon as his hulking size swivels inside, Choso groans.
He gasps.
He throws his head back and can’t stop himself from fucking cumming all over again, just from feeling your cutely heart-shaped walls.
You squeal as you feel his hot syrup fill you out from the inside, sploshin’ against all the other wads of cum he’d left over hours prior. “Sh-shit—” You’re clawing down his pale back, sure that it was ravaged with so many lines of red by now. “See? What did I tell you, Cho-”
“And what did I tell you?” He whimpers out, tears beading in his widely-opened eyes. “No matter how- haaaaah, many times- I- cum-”
Each one of his words was punctuated by a rugged thrust. Not only was he fucking in his treacly wads of seed inside, he was also draaaagging every ridge n’ line of his shaft along your sweetest spots. Leaning in close so that he can nibble on the underside of your jaw. Whispering. “-I’ll always be hard for you, baby.”
“O-oh my god—” Your eyes sprint all the way to the back of your skull - because Choso was fast. A rapidly slamming tempo that left his own pelvis all red. Nails digging deeper. “Shit, it feels so—Cho, are you crying?”
He’s blinking back his tears. “Fuck-” So overstimulated. So rubbed raw on the channel of your cunt that he found himself hatching out sobs at the back of his throat. “I didn’t, ngh, realize…I am.”
It’s only then that Choso’s fully registering himself.
The way his back was bleeding with how hard you were latching onto him. The way he could barely focus his dilated eyes. The way that every time he harshly pistoned his cock into you, Choso’s entire body twitched with something primal.
Your pussy was so good that it’d overstimulated him to tears.
You gasp as you notice the state he was in - and he only swabs his plumpened, red tip even harder. “I don’t mind, baby, m’just a little- n-ngh, sensitive right now.” Choso reassures, and you move your hand down from his muscular back to his waist. “Promise I can still fuck you all- oh.”
Only for your trembling fingertips to graze - just graze - his fluffy bunny tail. And oh- if you thought he was sensitive before, then Choso was so sensitive there that he damn near whimpers.
“D-don’t touch me like that~” He’s whining from the back of his throat, core tensing and flexing each time he drilled forwards. Faster. Filthier. “Don’t blame me if it makes me go even harder, okay, baby?”
“Well, m’not to blame. You’re the one that insisted.” You’re biting back.
And a dopey grin spreads across his face, “I did.” It was almost like he was reminiscing just moments prior. Chasing the softness of your pussy, he veers forwards and thumps your cervix loudly. “H-heh, n’ I think I’m gonna…oh…cum again.”
“A-again?” You gasp - you just felt so damn full. Stuffed all the way to the brim, glittery wads of cum spill out of you every time he’s thrusting in. And yet- fuck, and yet Choso still wasn’t done.
Still wasn’t letting up. Still wasn’t slowing down once he leans down to kiss your puffy lips. Your own high was nothing more than a few tingles, driving you half-mad with pleasure when you feel his glissading tip pulse against your cervix. “Did you just- oh, cream ‘round my cock?” He shallowly breathes, “Again?”
You can only nod and nod.
And Choso can only crinkle his nose in bliss, his entire body shaking viscerally when the mere notion throws him over the edge once more.
“O-oh.” He pants out, “Gonna blame me for, ngh, cumming so much when s’your fault.” Before you know it, you feel scorched wetness flood your cunt once more. It’s all sticky, gluing your pussylips together with his ivory sap.
And Choso fucking beams as he watches the glaze of it seep out of you and drench his dark happy trail. Creating a puddle of wetness that he swipes his hand down, lovingly.
Before reaching up and pressing on the cum-inflated bulge he was fucking into your tummy.
“Please give me a baby, baby–?”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - BULL
You’re stopped in your tracks just before you can open the door.
That official-looking lady who’d accompanied you now held onto your hand, her expression of slight concern breaking the cool façade you’d been met with ever since you entered the program. She says, “I must make sure you know- you only need to give us a call, and we’ll be here in a second.”
“Yes?” You question her sudden worry.
“Oh, it’s just that-” She looks over your shoulder, as if trying to make sure that whoever was inside (the hybrid you’d been assigned to, Sukuna, you heard) couldn’t hear. “-we’ve had many candidates get paired with this particular hybrid, and all of them had broken off the pair before a match could be made. It seems he really needs help - he’s desperate with his rut.”
You’re furrowing your brows, “How come?”
She shuffles uncomfortably in front of you. “See- it’s just that this speciman seems to be a little…big.”
“Oh.”
“And rough.”
“Oh.”
“And he has certain attributes that often put him a step above other hybrids- especially ones in rut.” She explains to you, and your hand trembles on the door handle. “So, just letting you know-”
THUD-THUD-THUD!
It sounded like a storm. Like a whirlwind. Like something just broke down the polished, mahogany door in front of you - and left you dwarfed next to the towering bull hybrid you’d been paired up with. You don’t know what type he was; but he was over eight feet tall, pink hair, covered in swirlin’ black tattoos, with a massive bulge in his thin, off-white trousers.
Oh, he was in rut alright.
You look behind you- only to find that your escort had already disappeared.
And before you could register a single thing more, the hybrid- Sukuna has one of his four hands wrapped around your wrist. Tugging you inside the room. Manhandling.
All but tearing into your flimsy skirt- “Fuck.” He spits, between his clenched canines - you notice with a jolt that he had a piercing through his septum. It glimmers in the dim lighting as he huffs raggedly in and out, “Fuck- you’re gettin’ wet, aren’t ya?”
“I-I am?” You gape, affronted.
He sniffs at your throat and snickers, “Oh yeahhh, you are. In fact-” With only a single, sharp riiiip he’s torn off your drenched panties. Absolutely gone. And he breathes in even deeper, “-yer ovulating, mama.”
You didn’t know bulls could smell that - hell, you didn’t know any hybrid could smell that.
But before you can even think of asking him anything of the sort, Sukuna has your thighs smeared apart on his meaty hips, your cunt being speared thoroughly by his thickened shaft.
Right then n’ there on the bedroom floor, he’s taking you.
His round, bludgeoning tip entering your tiny hole- the stretch of it surrounding your pussy is incredible. A sheer sting that renders your eyes closed, your mouth speechless - meanwhile Sukuna’s just jerking his hips back and pushing and pushing. “Fuh-fuuuuck!” You shrill pathetically, feeling him open up even your most hidden orifices and head straight towards your womb. “Oh- oh my god, who let you be so damn ngh- big?”
“You’ll say—” Sukuna’s crimson eyes narrow in amusement, and he uses one of hands to flick at your swollen clit. The other two lacing on top of your scalp and tuggin’ you down roughly, “-and yet- you’re the only one to take me like this.”
“Th-the only one?” You gawk.
“The only one ta even make it this far.” He snickers, before interrupting himself with a gulping gasp of your scent. “And I’ve never smelled a human so- mmmm—” Sukuna grins and- oh, and now you’re realizing that he has two mouths.
One on his face, the other slashed across his heavily chiselled abs.
“-so delicious.”
Shivers run down your spine, “And what do I need to- ngh-” Your entire body felt weak with the way he was fuckin’ you oh-so-vulgarly open. Your pussylips were pried apart to the maximum, dribbling wet ribbons of slick. “-to help you through this rut of yours, then?”
“Oh, you just need to take it.” He grins, his pinkish tongue sticking between his teeth - both of them. That second cursed mouth of his salivates down your core, sticking just between your folds, pressing on your clit.
And every time you twitch with his rolling tastebuds, Sukuna can feel you clench. “Just lemme fuck you- oh, yeahhh, just like that. Never felt anything better.” He hiccups, two of his hands now move from your head and onto the sides of your waist. “Just take it alllll, lemme use this pretty pussy and- o-oh.”
Moving you. Teasing you. So much so that your entire body was starting to go limp - and it was exactly that boneless state of yours that made you rest your head down between the valley of his chest.
Exactly what made your mouth loll open with a puddle of drool, your hands gripping his pecs and squeezing—
“Oh sh-shit.” Sukuna groans gruffly, and you don’t know what you’re more shocked by: the cracking tone of his voice, or the way that a slight pearl of whiteness beads out of Sukuna’s pecs the moment you grope them. “Look what you’ve made me- ngh, oh fuck, brat. Fuck.”
“I-is this part of your…” Without even finishing your sentence - almost as if on instinct - you’re veering your mouth over to lick at the sap trickling out of him. And—
Oh.
Oh, Ryomen Sukuna was lactating.
“You can- this is milk?” You gasp, and before he can respond, you’re trying to urge more out. Letting the sweetened ivory sap fall into your agape maw, “I didn’t know even bull hybrids could lactate, Kuna.”
“So what?”
You look up at him through your lashes, every time he’s thrashing his cock inside you, you’re sucking on his pretty pink pecs. “I like it.”
“T-tch—” Sukuna tries to sound tough - fails. Because you could already make out the way his breath shook, his flexed core tensed.
Any time your textured tastebuds sizzled on top of him, Sukuna shivered. Was forced to attempt not to close his eyes and bite down on his lips - you’d never have thought that lactating would make the big, bad hybrid putty in your hands.
He blushes all the way down from the tips of his ears, down to his honeyed pecs, down to the globular edge of his shaft. Hitting up into your soft cervix with a bang—
“I-in about nine months, you’ll be lactating, too…” He whimpers.
♡ INO TAKUMA - Puppy
“Does it feel good, pretty?” Ino’s innocent chocolate eyes sparkle, and you swear you could see from where you were that his cute tail was wagging.
Rough thrusts being punctured by the cutest lil’ whimpers, Ino moans into your mouth just as soon as he feels you clench your heart-shaped insides ‘round him. “Ohhh, th-that means it feels good right? M’I doing a good job–?”
“Yes- yes yes yes–” You’re crying out, drunken saliva puddling on top of your pillow beside you. Each one of his roverin’ wet thrusts left your mind all emptied of thought.
And the thing is, you never even expected Ino to be this good.
NAME: INO TAKUMA
AGE: 21
OCCUPATION: UNIVERSITY STUDENT
HYBRID TYPE: CANIS LUPUS FAMILIARIS
When you’d first been notified that you were paired with a dog hybrid, you’d assumed that it would be a simple task. An easy task. They weren’t particularly apex predators, right? So how hard could it be—
That is, until you were running on the fifth round with Ino shovelling his heated cock inside you for the nth time. His silken ears drooping as he sniffs the side of your throat, trying to smell out your arousal- “So this pretty pussy’s likin’ it? Ngh, how else could I make you feel good, sweetness?”
“You’re already making me feel s-so good, Taku.” You gasp, feeling his slender fingers dip down to pinch your clit.
And just as he hears your words, Ino’s entire body perks up. Face beaming. His bulbous cock twitching at the very end, Ino drives it in even deeper against your g-spot with a damp squelch. “Oh yes? Then–” He looks down shyly, the cutest strawberry blush taking over his face. “-then could you say the special words, pretty?”
“Hmmm…” You pretend to think, “We’ll see, Taku.”
He all but whimpers.
Ah, those special words - it’d been an accidental discovery, really. The fact that Ino would be so affected by two specific words was a discovery that you hadn’t expected to stumble across during your research beforehand.
And he’s doggedly pounding his hips into yours, as if he was trying to fuck that very pet name from your mouth. “B-but I’ve been so good, don’t you think?”
As if to prove his point, Ino lightly swats your perky clit - just to show how bad he could really be.
“Now now–” Your breath hitches, thighs shivering ever-so-slightly at the sparks of bliss that suddenly explode behind your eyelids. He was drilling himself in so deep, stretchin’ out every sweet, slick-filled orifice. “-keep going like that and I won’t say it at- ngh, all.”
“Oh- please-” Don’t even mention it. Don’t even think of it. He lurches forwards to capture your lips in his, and Ino was always so sloppy with the way he kissed you.
Just letting his long, salivating tongue taste you. Ino’s lecherous sounds crack at the back of his throat, the vibrations humming along your skin. And his pretty cock just squelches out precum at the feeling, “But I’ve been so good, sweetness. Haven’t I been makin’ this pretty pussy feel all n-niiice and—” Instead of spanking your clit this time, now he’s rolling his thumb over it. Feeling the sultry wetness. “-wet, hm?”
“You have.” You tease, your face turning faux-thoughtful at the excitement in his eyes. “But I don’t know if you deserve that-”
“D-do I just need to fuck you harder, sweetness?” Ino pleads with you. And before you know it, one of his hands plaster onto the side of your hips, tuggin’ you close to him. “I can do that, y’know?”
Your brows raise, “Oh you c- oh.”
Not only is he pounding you even harder - enough that the formal bedsprings creak, enough that your vision shatters with tears - but he’s also makin’ his tempo even sloppier. Loooong, miry drags of his shaft that poke your very sweetest spots.
His blossoming red divot sticks up against the roof of your pussy and draws lil’ circles, edging towards your g-spot. “S-see? I can do harder.” He looks down at the place over your stomach, where his bulbous girth was swipin’ against your cervix. “I can also fill you up, mmm, deep inside with my ngh- cum, if you’d like?”
You swear you’re gushing out so wetly that it creates a ring of white ‘round Ino’s bulky hilt. All sappy and glistening with need.
And before you can even formulate a coherent answer inside your mind, Ino slightly raises his nose into the air and sniffs. And lets his mouth drop. His Adam’s apple swallowing. “And I can a-also smell if it’s taken, sweetness…”
“Taken?” You ogle at his words, “What do you mean-”
“You know…taken.” Ino looks at you meaningfully with this pussydrunk, half-lidded eyes of his. Every thrust of his leaves his aching knot slamming against the front of your pussy. Vicious.
“And ah- has it taken?” Asking, out of genuine curiosity - that was the entire point of the program, was it not?
“Well…” Ino elongates his throaty murmur, and for a few more strokes he lets his twitchy cock do all the talking. Smooch after smooch against the slimy door to your womb, he stirs aside the webs of cum from rounds prior. Whiffing down at your scent glands as he does- “I think just one more should n-ngh, do it.”
“Oh my—” Your mouth falls open, and you drag a hand through the tawny brown locks of Ino’s sweaty scalp. You could feel something primal building up in your stomach, in his thrusts. “Good boy.”
And there you said it.
It’d slipped out, really. Something your stupidly buzzing mind had been thinking for the last few jackhammers but hadn’t said out loud yet.
Something that Ino Takuma himself had been dying for you to say - you’d said it.
And it’s all that Ino has to hear to shove himself all the way to his thick hilt inside your pussy and cum. Deep, deep inside - like he was aiming for his gooey white ribbons to reach the very door to your womb, and you swear you could feel it slipping ‘round like just so.
Sloshing n’ squelching every time he pulled his hips out to thrust back in- “Good boy-” Ino gasps, breathless. He was hammerin’ into you vulgarly and still managed to find the time to babble out. “You called me ‘good boy’- you called me- oh…”
You blink your vision back from its daze as Ino’s voice hitches, “Yeees–?”
And he only blinks his teary lashes, looking up at you with the most needy puppy-dog eyes while he still ruts his cock into your deepest depths. “M’your good boy, aren’t I?”
♡ GOJO SATORU - Snow Leopard
The room you were led to had been sectioned off.
It had been padlocked twice.
It had you stumbling back at the ice-cold pheromones that hit you the moment that door opened - and when you looked into Gojo Satoru’s expressionless face—oh.
You weren’t making it out of here alive.
One hour later.
You still think the same- “F-fuck, ngh…” Your mouth gapes ajar, saliva sploshing down the side of your mouth every time he thrusted in. Long, vicious hammers of his ravaged cock that left you all stupid.
Flat on your back. You looked up through your teary lashes at his flushed face, drunken eyes. “Toru, how are you- hck! still going?”
“I don’t know.” He replies, simply. And his voice is deep, his voice wavers. Sounding as if he was genuinely in disbelief as to how he hasn’t stopped yet.
Still fucking into you like a madman - you didn’t need to talk right now. Why would you need to talk?
A sudden, sharp laugh bursts out of Gojo’s puffy lips when he registers the fact that you could still form coherent sentences: he needed to fix that. Now.
And before you know it, one of his overlarge palms clasp down on the top of your scalp and you’re being drag-drag-draaaagged back down. Down to where he was working on mazin’ his slimy wet cockhead repeatedly past your folds, pinpointing your tiniest orifices.
Your breath hitches as you look back down to where he was pummeling you- then up to stare deeply into his glowing blue eyes.
“Enough talking.”
Three hours later.
“Oh p-please, Satoru—” You shrill out, loud enough that you’re sure the whole establishment could hear you by now. On all fours by now, with your back arched wildly into his chiselled abs.
You swear you could count all eight of them, flexing and rippling, each time his honed hips slapped into yours. Slap after slap after slap- Gojo’s crowned tip reaches for your womb and you find your legs shaking. Head falling forwards-
“Ah ah-” Your vision flashes in front of you as something firm grabs onto the back of your neck. Only a few more strokes later, you’re realizing that it was his damn bicep - curling around your neck in a headlock. “I need to scent you.”
“But you’ve been ngh- scenting me for hours already- oh.” Your words strangle up in your throat as soon as you feel yourself crashing into your high once more. For the nth time tonight.
Every white-hot burst of your high that Gojo can practically smell on you, his feline capabilities can sense just when your orgasm has peaked. And he’s pushing his vein-covered cock in maddeningly, “And I don’t hear you complaining.” You’re startled by a sudden spank down on your clit, finding that his tail had wrapped ‘round your sheeny thighs to pull them apart. Enough for him to slap your weeping pussy- “I don’t hear her complaining.”
You gawk, your spittle creating a glazed layer on top of his biceps. “Y-you can understand- oh.” Only for him to tighten his restraint. Choking you with his beefy arms—fuck.
“Of course I can, sweetheart.” Gojo purrs out, as if it should be obvious. “M’a big cat, after all. N’ I can talk to- heh…kitties.”
“Oh.” He was utterly pussydrunk. Gone.
Barely even registering when he trickles out a few gluey wads of cum to stick upon either side of your walls, all webbed up. But he wasn’t done yet - far from it, you think you can feel Gojo’s knot at his base start to swell even bigger-
“And this kitty says that she’s not done yet.”
Seven hours later.
“Please-”
“Come back-”
“Oh—” You’re being caught steadily. The bed had long since broken, and if you thought that you were stuck in the dilemma between running away from his cock and gyratin’ back for more, more, more then Gojo was already making the choice for you.
Already pulling you back with his inhuman strength, he folds you underneath him.
You’d only had the time for a brief snack break, stocked on the bedside cabinet as if the organizers knew that this was going to happen - it was Gojo’s first time in the program, though they must have known an apex predator’s stamina.
Such incredible, incredible stamina.
You had your head against his collarbone by now, your body bent into the meanest full nelson physically possible. Gojo was bending you to his lecherous whims so easily, tugging you back so you turn your face and gnaw down on his throat.
Whining, “P-please—” You let sobs wrack your throat, your entire body shaking sensitively as he shovels his long, solid inches into you again. And again. And again and again and again. “And she–” You might just be losing it as much as he was. “-says she’s not done still?”
“Mmm, let’s see…”
With a purr, Gojo’s powerful spock-marked tail wrenches apart your thighs. He snickers after one of his hands comes down to leave a solid spank!
So hard that glittering specks of slick n’ cum splatter all over your thighs. And Gojo himself finds his breath catching at the lewd sight of it- “Not yet.”
“F-fuck…” Your mouth lolls open stupidly in a silent scream - at least, you think it was silent. Because just then Gojo pulls out his entire girth to fuck back into you deeper, and it lets out the most deafening slurp. “But what if it doesn’t fi-”
“Shhh, sweetheart.” He already knew what you were going to say: that his generous helpings of cum might not fit anymore. And you didn’t need to think about that - you didn’t need to even imagine that.
What do you mean it might not fit? Hah! As if—“This kitty tells me that sh-she can take, ngh- one more.” You could practically hear the grin in his raspy tone, “In fact, she tells me she can take my knot.”
Your eyes bulge open, “That- what?”
And he’s only nodding along - not to you, but to the sultry sounds your pussy was making. As if he was in conversation with your slick-glazed pussylips. “Mhm, my knot, sweetheart.” As if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He pants, “Haaah—get ready.”
It’s the only warning you get.
Before you know it, your toes curl with such an incredible stretch.
A stinging sensation that burns all the way from your parted thighs and up your spine- you wriggle your body around, and Gojo pulls you back using his trusty headlock once more. “C’mon-” He whispers between his prolonged canines, “C’mon c’mon c’mon-”
“Shiiiit—” You trill, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as he uses his other hand to pry apart your sticky folds. Plugging a finger in to swivel inside n’ fit his swollen knot, “It’s so big- it’s so- oh my-”
“Yeah- yeah yeah yeah, biiiig stretch, ain’t it?” Gojo chuckles darkly, and you’re completely pinned down while he eases inside. “Say it w’me now, m’gonna make it fit. Hah, biiiig—”
“S-stretch-” You mutter out thickly. Your head throws back with every slight centimeter of circumference he’s managing to squeeze inside. Bullying inside. “S’a big- stretch- ngh-”
“That’s it, that’s it- big stretch.”
Gojo’s just so thick that it takes you more than a few aggressive strokes to finally shove his hefty knot inside with a wettened plop! It fits in so deeply, molding your tight walls - you swear he’s so plump there that you can count each throb of his pulsations.
“Count- can you?” He’s humming after you and oh- did you say that out loud? Slowly, sensually, Gojo starts to grind his wads of cum inside.
Primally.
While you’re stupid on the stretch, he finishes off - “Let’s see if you can count how many kits I fuck into ya, sweetheart.”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Hawk <3
“Oh, honey…” Higuruma puffs out breathily from between your legs, his slick tongue lapping up n’ down your slit at a frenzied pace. “Oh, angel- oh, sugar- oh.”
“Please, Hiromi—” Your thighs shake from either side of his handsome face, where he made sure that you were practically glued to him. Your cunt sliding down his mouth, his hooked nose. “I wan’ you…hck.”
“Think she’s all ready f’me again?” One of his large hands comes up to pat your ass cheeks, tenderly- though his mouth was the complete opposite.
Shoving straight between your puffy pussylips to dig against the side of your orifice. It’s only once you’re all clean from the wads of cum stuck to you that Higuruma actually moves from underneath. His dark locks tickling the side of your thighs, “Now, turn ‘round and bend over f’me, angel?”
And the voice he’s saying it in isn’t even particularly stern - but you’re clamoring to listen to him in an instant.
Oh, a hawk hybrid: one of those rare types that you were honestly lucky to be paired up with.
But, the thing about being with such a highly endangered species (especially during his peak, his rut) was that their primal instincts told them to breed. And they were going to breed. Right now.
Smack!
“Pay attention, angel.” Higuruma doesn’t even apologize for the hand he has swatted to the side of your hips. Holding you still as he quickly swipes his ruby-red crown down your slit a few times, gathering the beads of slick that drip out of you. “You hafta pay attention when m’fuckin’ you all full of my- hah, kids, alright?”
You whine, your teary lashes fluttering- “Y-yes I- oh!”
Yet another smack!
“Ah ah, what did I tell you?” You can’t reply - he doesn’t let you. Because in an instant, Higuruma’s proud girth starts pushing in. Probing.
He’s so thick that he has to spread his meaty thighs and fuck upwards to help squeeze his split-ended tip inside. Like a spotlight, he mazes his lengthy cock inside- “Hafta what?” You feel his scalding breath puff out from behind you, and it takes you a few more half-ruts to realize that he was talking to you. “You have to what now, angel?”
“Pay attention-” You’re fisting at the sheets.
“Exactly.” And Higuruma’s swollen cock twitches just a little bit hearing you say the correct answer. “Pay attention f’me while I breed you- ngh, okay, sugar?”
“Y-yes, sir-”
Oh, it slips out without you even realizing. Without you even wanting to.
You honestly don’t know where it even came from (perhaps from your slight research about hawk hybrids beforehand? Perhaps from the whole official-feeling vibe of the building? Perhaps just from him?)
But Higuruma certainly wasn’t complaining. In fact, just the mere sound of your addressal makes him arch his back, throw his head, and it makes his powerful wings twitch.
Attached to his muscular shoulder blades, there’s a sudden whooshing sound as they suddenly flare out. Wingspan so wide that they touch either side of the dimly-lit room, and even Higuruma’s aching cock jolts.
Flinches.
Spurting out a translucent wad of pre that slickly slides down to your womb- “Y-you can’t-” Immediately, he clears his throat but it’s no use - you already hear the way that Higuruma’s voice just cracked at the very tail end of his sentence. “You can’t just call me- oh.”
“Yes, Hiromi?” Looking behind your shoulder, with those pretty eyes and that pretty voice. Honestly, he can’t handle it.
And your face is suddenly being forced forwards by one hand ‘round your neck. A headlock.
Used solely to keep you in place, he’s drilling into you from behind like a madman, the feathery ends of his wings jolting. His thick thighs shaking. Plastering every veiny inch of his cock alllll the way inside- “S’all your fuckin’ fault.” And you don’t know whether he’s talking about the way his length was pummeling even harder, or whether his wings seemed to be oversensitive. Flapping wildly. “That m’like th-this- fuck! Why do I feel like m’going so- ngh, out of control…”
Almost as if he’s babbling to himself.
Bit bit bit, probe by probe. His plump cock fits into even your smallest orifices, filling you up from the inside out and making you keen. “S’not my fault-”
“Of course, s’not- just you and this hngh-” He grits his teeth, nose sliding down the column of your throat so he can bask in your scent. “-pretty pussy, and this preeeetty scent and- and…”
“Yes?” You question, as he trails off.
And it takes a few more pressurized pushes before the stern man can finally answer, almost shyly. “-call me that again. Please, sugar?”
Oh, he was asking so nicely. So how could you possibly say no?
“Please- I want you to c-cum inside–” You swerve your peaking eyes around, eyes wet with tears. Just the mere sight itself - just those words already - enough to make Higuruma slam his riding hips, so hard that it almost hurts. “-sir?”
You feel something flutter. Something flap.
Before you’re crashing into your high, and Higuruma is right behind you - pour after stringy pour of cum. Clinging down from the edge of your cervix all the way down your folds, it formulates the cutest white ring that he takes such pleasure in smearin’ on your flesh.
Your toes curl, and you buck your hips back at a steady pace to meet his oncoming thrusts. Perfectly timed with every high mountain of your high, he fucks you oh-so-perfectly through your bliss.
Thinking that that melody of your moans was the prettiest fuckin’ thing he’s ever heard. “Oh my g-god—” Higuruma’s struggling to catch his breath, you left him shaking. “M’gonna hafta find a way for you to pay for this- fuck.”
“But you asked—” You whine in righteousness, blinking back the tears in your eyes once most of the haze has dissipated. And you’re seeing—all brown?
A glossy, dark brown that was practically black in some lighting. It’s soon after that you realize that Higuruma’s wings had been protectively encircling the two of you right as you hit your orgasms, like a curtain of long feathers.
He shivers n’ grunts as he pulls his wings back- honestly, it’s like they couldn’t be apart from you.
“Hawks are protective of their nest, you see.” He gruffs out, by way of explanation. Still trickling in gooey wet wads- “Especially of things that should be in their nest.”
Synopsis. Summer’s in heat and so are you - luckily, your aIpha knows just how to…help.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!oméga!reader, aIpha!JJK men, OMÉGAVERSE AU, heats, knots, size kínks, matíng presses, they go FÉRAL, pheromones, spítting, chokíng, GOJO’S POWERS, true form Sukuna, dp, tummy buIges, creampíes, p talking, bréeding, losing control, best friend!Choso, matíng bites, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. OvuIation has me like this…
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Mr. Milkman
“O-oh my, mmm, Toji-”
“Quiet.” He’s swallowing down his parched throat, staring down at you through the gaps of his dark bangs- on all fours, your trembling hips rut back mindlessly into his.
Sluggishly - almost hypnotized - Toji’s nodding his head down to take a sniff of those sweet, sweet pheromones of yours. Just a tiny puff before his body’s acting on pure, primal instinct- slamming every lengthy, vein covered inch of his until he’s thumping the bottom of your core.
Your heat was driving him crazy. His beefy arm curling ‘round your neck, nose pushing into your throat-
You find yourself sobbing out cutely, “Yes- yes, please mo-”
“More?” Toji doesn’t even let you finish. And if you were in any better state of mind, you’d be marvelling at the way his low, gruff baritone was breaking near the very end. At the way he could only plaster the reddened tip of his shaft against your walls and gasp—“M-more?”
Oh, now you’ve done it.
Now you were making him tighten his hold, a warm puddle of drooling splashing out of your mouth n’ all down his veiny forearm. “More, huh?” And there’s something dangerous to his tone. Something dark. Unsteady. “I’ll give you f-fuck- more.”
And before you can even register those words within your melty mind, he’s using the leverage to slam your trembling body to his-
“So much more you won’t be able to take it, doll.”
He meant it- oh, your poor, overly-stuffed cunt’s finding out just how much he meant it.
Because then Toji’s fucking you into the dampened sheets like an animal- fast. Hard. He’d been rough before, but never like this - like he’d die if he couldn’t feel the velvety ridges of your sweet innards.
Low grunts slipping after each swat of his geysering orifice, knees spreading even wider on the creaky bedsprings to feed your dripping pussy with his veiny measurement.
He pushes a hand down at the base edge of your spine and grins at the way it makes your irises stupidly whirl—“Tch, s’this it? Is this what you wanted, needy thing?”
“O-ohhh just like that.” You’re mewling, hands fisting into the silken sheets when he’s surging his hips after the recoil of each thrust. Chasing your cunt. “Yeah- just like mm–”
Toji grunts, “This enough for my girl’s slutty pussy-” One of his raven brows raise as he’s taking in just how utterly wet you were with your heat, extra layers of your slick ringing around his hilt. “-or d’you still want fuck- more, needy lil’ omega?”
Your cute lower lip wobbles and he already knows the answer- hell, he’s fucking the answer out of you just as soon as he realizes.
A large, callused hand swats down on the slippery slope of your pussy with a snicker. So hard that a slimy squelch! rings in his ears like music, “Speak up. Tell me what your heat wants.”
“Ngh- I want-” Your back arched at the warm contact of his thigh hiking up, pressing to the side of your bouncing hips to stop you from squirming. Every maddening thrust just had you so stupid that you can’t even string together a coherent sentence at this point. “I want- fuck…”
And the next few pretty noises you’re letting off aren’t from your gaping mouth - they’re from your sopping wet pussy.
Just the loudest, most lecherous slurps each n’ every time he’s opening up your every nook and cranny.
Toji has to nibble down on his scarred lips to prevent himself from whining- “O-ohhhh, I get it.” You swear you hear his lips depart with a husky giggle - a giggle. And Toji can’t help but urgently lick off the honeyed glaze of your slick all over his digits, extra sweet now. He roams them back down for yet another spank. “This heat has you hah- talking t’me from here, huh?”
Another three strikes, and another few gluey squelches.
He’s sticking the pads of his fingers against your cunt and watching as you jolt at the raw stimulation, whimpering. “T-Toji it feels so-”
“Ah ah-” Ah, for a second he’s wondering whether he’s teasing his poor girl too much- but then he’s whiffing in more of your heady scent and shit- what was he thinking about again? “If m’gonna be used for my ngh- cock, doll, I wanna talk to the lady in heat.”
Cock so, so swollen that he has to swerve his hips ever-so-slightly to bully all the way inside, your pheromones so hypnotic that every where he touched left utter bruises.
You were making him lose control.
You were making him gulp in a looong lungful of your clouded pheromones before he’s tumbling his head back and fighting for his damn life not to cream your insides already. Feeling just a pearly bead of cum escape the end of his shaft, “F-fuck, she’s gonna be the fucking death of me.”
“What are you–” You’re starting out, before flinching at the splat-splat-splat of something all wet trickling down the middle of your spine.
Snapping your head around and oh- the vision you’re seeing is something so effortlessly sexy.
He’s never been like this.
Toji- with his head lowered near your scent glands, chiseled abs tensed, darkened eyes glittered with tears. They’re travelling in a thin line down his cheeks and splashing onto your back, “Toji are you o- fuck!”
“Don’t you fucking ask if I’m okay, doll.” Oh, he’s seething. Leaned in close so your fever’s catching onto him in full effect, every ragged breath of his punctures with a harsh thrash near your g-spot. “Don’t you- fuck, look at her n’ ask if I’m okay-”
Mindlessly, your head lolls down to watch as he slides in n’ out of your folds relentlessly. Your pussy bulging wiiidely agape, struggling to take in his sheer size.
And Toji’s thighs tremble as he’s groaning, “Begging to be filled up- begging to milk me dry. This omega’s begging to be bred by me, and you think I’m okay?” Jade peripherals dilated, canines honed, he was gone. “S’what you want, right?”
The circular divot on top of his mushroom tip pushes against your sweet spots and you scream, “Yes- yes yes yes-”
“Shush, doll- can’t hear…” Trailing off, Toji grows quiet- well, as quiet as he can be when he’s making you squeal out after each jackhammer. “Oh…y’know what she’s saying now?”
“What?”
“Mmm—” Manhandling your head to splay out across his collarbone, he’s pointing straight inside his mouth. Grinning, “Spit in my mouth if ya wanna hear the answer, omega…heh.”
And it’s not difficult - not even a bit when you’re slobbering out pathetically with every tiny graze of his veiny cock. Hitting his ripe, pink tongue dead-on-
“She says–” Gasping once he’s lazing down his sloppy cadence just enough to make you feel the thick, swollen curve surrounding his base. So round and girthy that it was making your knees weaken - his knot. “-we’re havin’ a daughter this time, doll.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - DILF!
“Kento, are you-”
“No no–” Comes his breathy answer, and you’re catching the way that Nanami’s bass hitches with each slip n’ slide of his cherry-red tip between your folds. “I’m quite alright, darling.”
And oh- you’ve known your husband long enough to tell when he’s lying.
Known him long enough to feel the way that his geysering shaft plumpens up inside of you, the shaky muscles of his thighs gluing to yours. Nanami drinks in another breath of your heady pheromones and thinks he can feel a part of his sanity genuinely splinter-
“O-on second thought…” He gulps, slightly-quivering fingerpads pushing up on the metal frames of his glasses. “-your heat might be affecting me a bit-” And you’re making his poor, husky tone break when you clench, temples glistening with a thin line of perspiration. “-more than expected.”
Your hands wind their way around his broad shoulders with a pout, “You can go rough all you want, y’know?”
“My love, you’re just talking out of your heat-”
“I want you to go rough.” And oh fuck- oh, you knew every single one of his weaknesses. From the way that he’s gasping at the slight pout of your lips, to the shuddering of his fat, bulging mushroom tip when you whinily add—“Please?”
And Nanami’s big - more than big. He’s so prolonged n’ girthy with his shaft that it usually takes him hours to be able to bottom out, to even dare to try.
But right now with your heat, all it takes is a singular, solid slam for his tawny happy trail to scratch your poor clit raw. For him to glue the pointed end of his shaft against the sponge of your cervix and draw a loooong glissade down, “Fuck fuh-fuck–!”
“Mmmm just like that-” You’re blubbering out, thighs thrashing when he’s starting to push a sensual, loving massage of his veined length. “Harder, Ken.” Too teasing that the only thing you can do is claw your way down to one of his wrists and mewl- “Harder.”
“But-”
And you knew he was being the sweetest. You knew it would make him break when you’re letting off a scorching breeze of your pheromones, watching in real time as it makes his pupils dilate.
You’re tucking in one of his thick fingertips past your swollen folds, feeling the startling cold of his wristwatch - still on - make your outer pussy gush with saturated slick. “D-do you not want to-”
“Never think like that.” He huffs, he pants and that only makes the primal whirling of his head even worse. Slightly ragged. Slightly out of control.
Nanami’s kneeing your thighs apart from his previously romantic missionary position into something lecherous that’ll have his slimy cockhead rovering the deepest. Banging the curvy end of his shaft dead-on into your most favorite spot until you’re seeing stars, “You don’t- you don’t know what this scent- this pussy does to me-”
A smug smirk starts tugging at the corners of your spit-glossed lips, and you can feel your scent glands beginning to heat up once more. “Oh, really—”
“Don’t-” Barely even able to let off a single cloud of murky pheromones before a sudden, engulfing hand comes slamming down on your throat so that he can squeeze. “Don’t you- fuck!” So he can cover up your scent- at least, that’s what it was meant to be, but in reality Nanami’s using that rude hold to manhandle your entire body to slam back into his.
Rougher. Harder.
His leaky tip probes into every one of your battered orifices until you’re left speechless, gasping at the sheer force makin’ all the air depart from your lungs.
“You want your alpha, don’t you?” He spits into your open mouth, and you can only gape because your husband’s never talked to you like this. “Wan’ me to haaaa- fuck this pretty pussy through your heat?” Never hiked his powerful knee up until he could pin down one side of your restless inner thighs with it. “Well you have no idea how you make me- ngh- lose my mind.”
And Nanami Kento, usually so put-together, couldn’t stop babbling from now on.
He’s leaving half-moon nailmarks down the side of your throat, “Have no idea how rock-fucking hard you m-make me.” Twitching so hard inside of you that the sensitive line of his slit engraves into the roof of your pussy, “Have no idea how I hck! ran all the way from the fucking office here.” He did - the very second you’d called him, right in the middle of his work day. Ran out, in fact. “And it m-makes me wanna…”
Your chin is positively glittered with drool at this point, and you can only whine—“Wh-what…?”
Your husband shakes the blond tresses out of his clammy forehead, like that will help clear his mind. “N-no, forget about it, darling I—” Only for all that work to be undone by a single clench of your gooey, circular-shaped insides. A single slip of his hands on your glands and he’s gasping, “-fuck! Wanna get you pregnant.”
And you don’t know whether it’s your heat driving him mad or simply you.
The way your skin burns up twofold with high temperature, heels locking at the dimples homed on the base of his spine to pull.
All your mind was craving, “Please- want- ngh- want it.” Eyes tearing up in an adorable way you’d definitely be embarrassed about if this way any time but now, your scent screams need and that makes him salivate. “Unless you don’t-”
“You’d be pregnant with our tenth kid n’ even then I’m hah- gonna fuck you stupid, my silly omega.” The straight edge of his nose bridge crinkles in amusement. Head tilted, Nanami smiles down through half-lidded eyes as you’re taking up every solid thwack! Every grind. Every spurt of dewy wet pre, “The only thing I ever want is my pretty lil’ wife ngh- all round and glowing with my seed.”
And before you can even blink your tear lathered lashes, he has his hand teasin’ your drivelling cunt. Hard. Sloppy. You swear the tint of his hazel irises only grow carnally darker when you’re pouring out around him.
Thumbing down the crevice of your pussylips before pressing deeply on your clit- one hand driving you crazy, the other interlacing with yours so that he can bite down into your left ring finger. “So stop thinking stupid things and jus’ open up oh- reeeeal wide f’me- fuck.”
It’s so much- only one, two, three straight barrels of his ruddied tip until you’re crashing into your high. Taking over you like a wave - and just as wet, you’re hiding your eyes in the back of your head and squirting.
Mouth ajar, pussy quivering.
Thick, translucent splashes straight onto the lines of his toned hips. Formulating such a steaming hot puddle that clings onto your thighs in a sheen, shit, he has to stop himself from craning his head down to taste-
Nanami’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs with a swallow, “Fuck…” Roaming his tips to stir the lines of his veins across your sweetest spots, so good that it makes your toes curl- “Fuck. You’re lucky if we stop at ten kids, my love. ”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Drunk-daze…
“Mmm–” Geto’s mouth glues onto your clit after each sodden kiss, amethyst eyes barely even visible through his unruly bangs. “Yer even sweeter when you’re in hah- heat, gorgeous.”
And so much wetter, too- a gush of your slick streams down the side of his chin and leaves your inner thighs all flooded.
You can only clench your legs ‘round his sweaty scalp and whimper with every flick of his slimy, rovering tongue. He’s slipping them between your folds and lapping up every milky ounce of cum you have leaking out of you from all those hours before, oh-so-filthy. “Please- ngh- want-”
And he’s finding the way your hips buck up uselessly so cute- not that he’d admit it out loud, of course.
Sniffing out a chuckle, “Wha’s thaaaat?” The way he blinks his dark lashes up at you is almost hypnotic, pussydrunk. “Open that pretty mouth and use it for me, omega.”
He knew - oh, he knew what you wanted so badly.
He could smell the pheromones dripping from you, the way your gorgeous eyes were all glassy with need. Every tiny slip n’ slide of his expanding tongue inside your hole only making you want more more more- you were still in heat.
“Want- please-”
And Geto’s teasing with the way he’s languidly getting up to hover over your jostling body. Fat, knotted cock spanking down between your plump pussylips, exactly thrice. Geto seeps out his own calming jasmine scent as he’s rubbin’ your clit with the swollen base of his length.
Watching your sloppy hole wink up at him and crave the stretch, “Heh- m’only here to serve. Tell me what you ngh- want, gorgeous—”
Your mouth sticks together slightly with a few syrupy strands of saliva as you flap them open, starting—“Sugu, I-I want- oh, fuck.”
You can’t tell him - you can’t even breathe once he’s waiting just long enough that your whiny voice is beginning to babble- and then pushin’ the curvaceous ends of his cock inside with all his might.
Inside, swabbing his way until your slicked walls bulge.
It’s tight - hot. Your swollen folds are pried apart around the sheer circumference of Geto’s mushroomy tip, and the only thing he has half the mind to do is throw your legs over his shoulder to rut and rut and rut-
“Whoops.” Your boyfriend has the audacity to giggle - giggle, only stopping once he’s registering the sour stubborn scent of your pheromones. Apologetically thumping the flared ridge of his crown right against the roof of your cunt, it’s enough to have you shrilling. Tone lilted, “My heh- mistake. Promise I’ll be nice, tell me now- still in heat, hm?”
As if to prove his point, he’s slowing down just barely enough that the mazing direction of his shaft stops short of your g-spot. Where you wanted him the most. Croaking out in a panic, “Ye- mmmpf-”
But, of course, Geto Suguru was never that nice.
“Hmmm…don’t talk.”
In just mere sultry nanoseconds, he has your mouth stuffed with two of his lengthy fingers, your cunt overfilled with his cock. Bottomed-out. And yet, still pushing like he wanted that weepy hole of yours to remember his exact measurements-
Spitting.
Twice - once straight into your mouth, and the second time a great, glittering dollop against your cunt. “No need to when you just wanna be mmm fucked, don’t you?” Geto’s spitting out in pure raw hunger against your sensitive ear lobe. Jamming the doughy crowns of his fingertips in circles along your cheeks, in sensual unison with the circular motions of his rummaging cockhead. “Isn’t that all you ngh- want? Isn’t that what this fiilthy fucking pussy’s been beggin’ for?”
Hissing out ravaged whispers every time the globular end of his cockhead thumps your g-spot. Geto turns his head and gnaws down on the shell of your ear just because he’d already bitten you all over your glands.
“Fuh-fuck, Suguru- more- gimme more…”
“More?” Almost open-mouthed, staring at your fucked-out expression, you’re releasing such sweet, sweet pheromones that make the knot homed on his cock swell. That makes him gasp, shiver. “If you want more then take it, gorgeous.”
“Sugu-”
“C’mon.” Urging you with his sinful hips, he’s just so prolonged in his size that every shovel of his solid inches makes your eyes roll. It’s like he’s never-ending. “S’that all you can do?”
And you might be desperate, but he’s gone.
All but melting his toned body on top of yours, the ridges of his abs glissade down your front and Geto keens once your hands claw greedily down his core. “Tch- harder now. Harder- I thought you were in heat, omega.”
Fingers digging in so hard that it’s almost like you’re trying to draw blood. “I-I am.”
“Yeah right.” Nostrils flared, reddened cock furious each time he swipes it down the entrance to your womb. And teasing you was the only thing that kept him from fucking whimpering- “As if you can even handle this big stretch.”
Your breath hitches humidly, and you’re not sure whether it’s the heat or the pure yearning after the way his thick, throbbing kisses your treacly cunt. “I can handle it.”
“Oh yeah? Say it then.”
“What do you-”
“Say it-” Geto croons, head tilted down with such a sleazy smile. Smug. But you catch the way that the ends of his rosy lips twitch, the way his dark brows furrow, the way his strawberry divot spurts. “-say you want that hck! biiiig stretch, gorgeous—”
“I want it-”
Scoffing, “Want what?”
And he’s not just fucking you until your eyes swirl in pathetic circles- he’s slamming the curve of his rotund knot. Making sure to grind it in a way that just grazes your clit, “Say it f’me~”
Maddening.
“Big- ngh-” Mewling, “Want that big stretch-”
“Stretch her out for me, hmmm–” Toying, he can only watch as your trembly fingerpads smear open your pussylips. Aching for more, your thighs twitch at the way his knot was pushin’ and pushin’ trying to fit, the girth so big- “Now how about you say ‘pretty please-’”
And you can’t take it anymore.
Before you know it- before Geto knows it, you’re saddling your heels into around his lean spine and flipping the two of you over. Slamming him down by his muscular shoulders, shovelling his proud knot right inside like you were going to wring him dry-
“O-oh.”
Ah, you made the proud alpha stutter. Puffing out something raw from the end of his throat- eyes widening. Breath catching. Cock flinching as he’s shocked.
He can only watch as the glazed, cherry-pink spheroid of his tip pushes past your entrance and slips all the way back down. And you swear the infamous Geto Suguru whimpers, you swear he’s smiling. “Ch-choke me, gorgeous?”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - Knotty boy?!
You were riding Choso crazy, you were riding him dry n’ the only thing he can do is cling on helplessly to the bouncing sides of your hips. Spit drivelling between his unfastened maw after each bounce, “Fuck- fuck! Baby, I don’t know if I even can-”
“But m’not done yet, Cho— ” You’re cooing, brushing away the chestnut strands of your best friend’s bangs. He’d agreed to help you through your heat- and here he was, fucked-out and blushing.
Throwing his head back every time the rovering edge of his tip pushed against your womb, Choso’s chasing your cunt with his toned v-line. Letting the insides of your thighs squish his pelvis, “Please-”
“Hmm—?” You cock your head just as soon as he’s dredging up one of your hands with both of his own. Guiding it all the way up to his clammy neck- “Please, what, baby?”
You don’t even have to do it for him - Choso’s tightening your pretty hands ‘round his neck and letting you choke him. Drunken eyes whirling inside the whites of his eyes, he’s breathing in the air of your pheromones and it’s enough to make his plump knot throb. “Please- please, use me then.”
Oh- oh, his nose is just so sensitive to your heat. To you.
And the only thing you have to do is throw your head back to bare your scent glands- to let a murky puff of it reach his lungs, and he’s cumming.
“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” Husky voice strangling in his throat, it’s all Choso can do to smear his meaty thighs further open and hit your sponged cervix. Letting the puckered, weeping hole at the end of his shaft plaster against the bottom of your pussy and flood.
In long, creamy swipes of his cock that leave your walls all bruised n’ battered. He’s milking himself on your cunt, trying with all his might to bead out every ounce inside of his balls.
But there was only one problem-
“Cho—” You’re gasping, once his orgasm didn’t feel as sloppy as usual. It’d been hours now, and Choso had always loved to make such a mess that would leave your entrance overspilling for minutes. And yet, now…“Did you just cum dry?”
“No-”
Yes.
He did, and it makes his dark, dewy peripherals glisten with a hot welling of tears. “No, nghhh- no no no no- ” With one hand creeping down to cup his aching hot hilt and help rut upwards. “M’such a hck! useless alpha.”
You’re cooing, “Awww- don’t say that-”
“But I am.”
And he couldn’t be- he won’t be. All those days and nights dreaming of having you, his pretty lil’ best friend, like this would be for nothing if he couldn’t even help you through your damn heat.
With your sweetened scent thoroughly fogging up his mind, Choso’s fingers twist into a few cursed shapes- and suddenly you’re feeling the air between your sheened thighs buzz. You’re feeling it crackle with cursed energy.
But more importantly, you’re feeling him harden. Gasping at the way that his red, bulging tip was now more than rock-hard, Choso’s prolonging his rovering cock so much that it was painful. “Oh, baby, don’t tell me…”
“Blood manipulation technique.” He’s giggling, thick lashes fluttering with every push of his hardened shaft into your springy insides. His mushroomed cockhead recoils from the back of your cervix and Choso almost whimpers at the loss of contact- just that pussydrunk. “It’s my duty, I hafta ngh- fill her up. Make her t-take my knot.”
Oh, he was going to have you so stuffed with all his cum that it was going to form a puddle right there on top of him.
And Choso’s already swiping away the glistening stripes of your slick spilling down his abs, pumping it back in with a free thumb between your folds.
“Come on-” Panting. Heaving in your scorching scent. Bullying the fattened curve of his digit past your first ring of muscle, you’re letting off such shrill whines every time you’re hitting your pussy down to meet his touch. “Come on come on- take me. Use me.”
The mere words are enough to have your heat flaring up twofold, the tastebuds on your tongue sizzling with saliva after each impact of his veiny cock. “You want me to mmm- use you?”
“Yes! Use me use me- s’what I’m made for, please. Don’t know if I can even do anything else anymore.” He whines, and suddenly you’re too-aware of the rotund, pulsating girth of his knot.
So big that a chilling shiver runs down your spine, it’s the sheer circumference that has your thighs twitching with need. Your treacly cunt already fucking back in your sloppy cadence to try and take him on.
“You want to hah- knot me, Cho?”
Your fingers tighten on Choso’s flushed neck as he gulps- “Yes- please-”
Pretending to think for a few sultry moments, “Hmm, well–” Even though you already knew that everything from the thickly saccharine pheromones to the way your cunt quivered at his cursed energy told him that you wanted it greedily. “Only if you bite me, too.”
And Choso Kamo looks like he’s just entered heaven.
“I…I can mark you?”
You’re barely even motioning out your nod, barely even starting before it takes him one ripple of his muscular body to flip the two of you over.
Sprawling you out on your back like such a slut, pushing your legs bent until your knees strike your tits, snapping his cock deeply inside before he squirts.
Not just cumming for an nth time - but Choso squirts, in thick, honeyed sloshes that take over your cunt. You swear you can feel it welling up all the way at your throat, and every sloppy drag of his cock only pumps it deeper and deeper and-
“Smells so good- feels so good.” He’s rasping out, a hand toying on your clit- just because it made you clench in a way that eagerly gobbled up his creamy dewdrops of cum. “O-oh, you’re gonna push me into a rut.”
Oh, fuck- your eyes widen, that was it.
That was the reason for the sweet chocolate pheromones taking over the air alongside your scent. That was the reason why Choso was more animal than man- more feral when he’s teething over your cute scent gland. He was in rut.
Hand twitching on your nubbed clit, just as unstable as his voice was when he’s uttering—“Need you to c-cum now. The momma should ngh- cum if we want a baby.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Heian-Era Hard
“Keh, fuuuuck—” Any and every time that Ryomen Sukuna might have teased you for your humanly stamina was thrown out the window. He’s bending you into a lecherous full nelson with two hands, and swiping his sweaty forehead with another- “Makin’ even the king break a sweat-”
You’re blinking, teary gaze wafting over your shoulder, “Wh-what?”
“Nothing.” The garish mouth across his abs bites one side of your hips, just a little punishment.
Honestly- your heat was just so strong that it had your tight pussy drooling all over the royal bedsheets. Sukuna’s dual cocks absolutely lavished in a thick gloss of your slick each time he’s spearheading you full, “Tch- but honestly, how much more d’you want, spoiled brat?”
Though, he wasn’t complaining.
Oh, never- not when he had you like this. His ruby-red tips rubbed raw down the soft surface of your cervix, Sukuna swats a hand over your mouth just as you begin to babble out an answer.
“Don’t answer that- you’ll only talk outta yer ngh- fucking pussy, anyway.” Rolling his crimson eyes, he’s smearing the wiry ribbons of saliva escaping your mouth and gluing to his palm with a grin. “Messy girl, you’re drooling everywhere-”
“Mmm- I’m- mmpf-” And it’s as if just the sound of your voice was enough to send zaps of electricity racing down his spine.
Breath catching, the matching girths of his cocks pumping up even harder- fuck, the smell of your sweet pheromones was already bad enough. He couldn’t handle having you whimper in his keen ears, too- “Why don’tcha just kiss me proper now, human.”
And before you can even think, he’s manifesting his second mouth to slash across his palm. Letting the thick, slimy tip of his tongue lap between your mouth and latch on in such a filthy, filthy French kiss.
“There—” Sukuna coos in his gruff baritone from behind, and the swell of his balls tighten at the sloppy visage of you. “Hah, this heat has made you even more messy than usual, mama. Look at you.”
You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to, because the rough hold that the King has on your face lets him tug your chin downwards. Showing you the bulging orifice of your cunt in all your stuffed glory, singing out the loudest slurps! every time he squeezes his two tips past your entrance.
Once. Twice. Thrice.
Again and again until your legs twitch sensitively at the scrape of his winding veins down your walls, “See?” He has the audacity to snicker- “S’it make my human- my pretty omega into a cockdrunk little slut? Aw…”
“M’n-not-” You’re fighting to gasp through the slight gaps of his spit-polished hand, hips squirming at the way he’s probing your every hidden crevice deep inside. “But I do like…well…”
“Tha’s a lot of words to just say ‘take it’, heh.”
And he was making sure you did, your heat doesn’t even have the time to flare up and ask for more before Sukuna’s giving it to you. Pummelling it. Holding your legs pried apart with his beefy, tattooed arms that just make your mouth water, one more covering your mouth. And the last?
Oh, he’s creeping his fouth n’ final palm vertically down your tummy. Glissading across the tender, cylindrical outline of his cocks, being thrashed against your womb and fucked right through your walls.
Pushing down-
He’s gnawing down on your bottom lip like cute bubblegum, “Oh, fuck! Kuna- oh my god, mmm-”
“Yeah, take it.” With a grunt, Sukuna’s thumbing his clawed digit over those precise matching bumps. He could feel the way they thumped two proud, circular bruises against the back of your dripping pussy. “Take it- take it and more, mama.”
If you weren’t stupidly cockdrunk before, then you surely were now. Dazed pupils heart-shaped and criss-crossing every time he was swiping down your g-spot.
“You have to take it take-”
You claw at his wrist, “I-I am-”
“I know. Yer in heat- can’t go a single second without feeling my biiig fucking cock, can you?” And at this point, Sukuna’s only grateful for how gone you were because your pheromones were simply making him babble. Jackhammering into you like an animal, “Want it all deep inside-”
You’re whimpering, steady streams of tears watering down your face when he presses his fingerpads even harder against the fragile spot of your tummy bulge. Your womb. “-here?”
“Yess- yes!”
“Mmm—” Sukuna pretends to ponder, for just a split-second, even though all he could think about was the suckling sensation of your cunt and just how feverish you were. “Well, m’feeling generous today, brat. So I’ll let you pick.”
Confused, your chin hits your chest as you follow his line of sight. “Pick what…oh.” You knew what. You could feel it.
All the way between your legs and nudging against the bawling entrance to your pussy, both of Sukuna’s knots were fat and aching for your touch. Throbbing each time they skid past your slick-sprayed thighs, stronger. Harder. “Eeenie meenie, lil’ human. Hurry up.”
“W-want…” You’re babbling out, and he can’t stop himself from hunching over with his towering frame to listen in. Struck with the full force of your candied scent, his favorite. “-both.”
Oh.
It’s a tiny, sinful gasp- and it rips from big, bad Sukuna’s lips before he’s realizing.
Before the words finally sink in and he finds himself grinning, oh, this was why he loved you. “Cheh, then…”
And he knew you were talking out of your heat, he knew it would be a tight fit, and he also knew your poor, soppy pussy might not even be able to fit all of him. But that was what your grouchy alpha was here for - to make it fit.
And he’ll do it.
“O-oh, fuck.” It makes you dizzy, it makes you wail- just the feeling of Sukuna’s second mouth enlarging across his tense core and wriggling the tip of its tongue between your pussylips. Stretching. Bending dexterously inside just to try and push his knots past your cushy folds.
Half-rutting, mindless.
He’s barely even pulling all the way out before planting his feet flat and spanking your cunt with the expanse of his lengths. Slap after slap- hell, you think you’re seeing one of his own hands slither downwards to pry your entrance oh-so-open.
The stretch so mind-numbingly delicious that you can feel your vision splotch, your mouth whining–“Kuna, I-I don’t think it’ll-”
Only to be cut off by the raw, lecherous plop! of two hot, heavy knots being bullied into you. So thick that you can feel the velvety layer of your walls twitch each time he throbbed inside of you.
And at this point, you’re not even sure you’ll make it out of this alive-
“And now-” His booming voice snaps you out of your little reverie, Sukuna’s scorched divots geysering out steady drops of pre. Blushing- and so was he. “-the fun begins.”
♡ INO TAKUMA - “P-pretty…”
It’s the one thing that can depart from Ino’s mouth other than the plea to simply set him free because your sweet, syrupy pussy was holding him hostage.
Already having stuffed his aching knot inside of you mere minutes ago but still yearning for more, more, more-
Gasping. Whimpering with every slick swivel of his mushroomed tip probing every spot inside your cunt- “Pretty, oh-oh, I need to fuck you- again- can’t stand being like this.”
“Again, Taku?” You’re mewling once his hips start pulling back from the lewd mating press he’d bent you in. Trying- failing because the girthy circumference of his knot was just so much, so big. “Baby, your swelling’s still not down.”
“I know.” And he’s oh-so-tortured by the fact, breathing in your heat. You. “But I wanna- need to fuck you again, sweetness.”
Cooing, “Need to?”
He’s nodding- nodding and nodding until you’re wondering whether the long column of his neck doesn’t ache. “Yes, please- ngh, fucking hell, I have this sweet cunt all on top of me n’ I can’t even fuck you?”
You’re almost starting to giggle, the determined wobble of his lips just so cute where he held you- that is, until Ino’s fighting against his silky knot. Reeling backwards, he can barely even move at this point- only slow, sluggish humps that tug on the first ring of muscle at your cunt as if he was the one in heat.
And the stretch is so good that it makes your thighs weaken, nearly falling from their perch on top of his shoulders-
“No!” Startling you with a gasp, he swats his aching cockhead against your g-spot and watches you squirm. Panicked. Urgently holding your thighs back up, you can’t be finished- you can’t. “No no no- no- we’re not done yet, pretty, let me– let me…”
He’d read up online that heats can last about a week and he needed to fuck you till he physically can’t anymore. Till your slicked walls had memorized him.
Until he was wrung dry and raw, Ino’s plump thumb comes snaking down to press on the cute tummy bulge he was fucking into you. All bumpy with the solid press of his cock, doubled up on his wads of gooey cum, “Oh, sweetness, you’re not done with your h-heat yet, right?”
You’re shaking your head- difficult, with the way that his delicate grindings had your mouth watering with scorching saliva. Scent flaring, “N-no, still have more to go, baby.”
“Yessss—” Oh, you wonder if he even realizes what he’s doing when he’s using a free hand to pry apart your swollen folds. Letting out the rawest carnal squeeeelch! just as soon as he eases his knot out. “C’mere then- milk me dry.”
And he’s sensitive - so, so sensitive that those prettily blushing cheeks of his streak with tears by the time you’re bucking your hips up. Voice drunken, “Are you- ngh- okay, Taku?”
“Yes- yes, m’fine.” Stubbornly, he’s fucking his slender hips back in tiny, mindless ruts. Barely even pulling out, barely even able to handle being even inches outside of your warm cunt.
It felt like fucking heaven inside of you with every wad of cum webbing your walls, your pussy greedily sucking up each thrust - and it wasn’t just the heat, Ino was completely n’ utterly pussydrunk. Prattling through his flooding mouth, “F-fine, tooootally fine- jus’ helping you through your ngh- heat like a good boyfriend, sweetness.”
Oh, but Ino’s sing-song voice was toppling, his toned chest heaving.
Each singular swat of his geysering divot reached into your deepest depths and made you keen, “B-but you just- your knot-”
“And I can give you another one-” Tilting his head down to drink in your syrupy scent, it’s making him almost crazed. Almost feral- the entirety of his body runs stiff with a shiver once you throw your head back and clench- “Gonna give you all of them- so many- everything- make it so you c-can’t even walk-”
You’re being fucked into the rickety bedsprings like never before- and you can’t help but ogle at the way that Ino looked so pretty during it, too.
With half-lidded eyes boring deeply into you each time he’s bulldozing your g-spot, bangs gluing to his sweaty forehead like a curtain, rosy lips pursed and trembling-
“R-right?” He almost sounded as if he was on the verge of tears as soon as your cockdrunk reverie lasts just a tad too long. Eagerly tugging on your clit to goad the answer out of you- fuck, your heat had him ruining himself on your pussy. “Right, pretty?”
“Nghhhh– yes, Taku-” Each split-second punctuated with the constant motioning of his sloppy cadence, again. And again. And again and again and again until you’re losing count of how many bruises circle your poor cervix.
Ino doesn’t have the patience, he doesn’t have the need to even give you the time to think.
Big, pearly teardrops of overstimulation clinging onto his tawny lashes, “S-so you’re gonna be mine, aren’t you?”
His- his mate. It’s what he was begging for, it’s what he’s rovering his slimy tip between your folds and making you gush for.
“Yes-” Cooing, your back arches into the perfect curvature once a buttery glide of pre slips into your cunt at the answer. “Yes yes yes-” Your teeth skim across his throat and his ravaged cock flinches-
Clawing at the sheets himself, you could smell his own pheromones pitch up in response to yours. The temperature in the room sizzling so many degrees higher, the tips of his canines digging into the side of your neck hard enough to drag blood-
“Oh- oh, fuck–”
It could’ve been seconds later- it could’ve been hours.
But you could feel the way that Ino’s mouth trickled thin lines of saliva once he stares at the now-marked scent gland at your neck and drools. Knot dangerously smoochin’ your puckered folds now, “And our kids are gonna be the ngh- absolute fuckin’ cutest, sweetness.”
Oh.
♡ GOJO SATORU - PLEASE ME, BABY
“P-please.” Gojo’s spitting through the gaps of his long, honed canines- snowy brows scrunched and staring at you through such heady partially-lidded eyes.
He slicks out a thin trail of drool from the corner of his lips when another wave of your sweltering pheromones hit. Grunting. Pushin’ and pushin’ his face into the scent glands at your throat just to sniff—
“You’re not- ngh-” Whimpering. Shaking each time the gooey mess of your cunt was clenching ‘round his fat cock. He perks his slender hips up just enough to dig out a syrupy, ivory wad of cum from between your pussylips, “-you’re not done yet, right? This pussy’s still in h-heh…heat, right, sweetheart?”
It’s been hours by now since your heat had started - hours, maybe even days. The strongest had bitten you across every inch of your skin and was still ravenous for more.
You’d stuffed Gojo’s thick, black blindfold between his pretty mouth for that, just to make sure that you made it out of this alive. And yet, he’s still pumping his red, bulbous cockhead between your folds like an animal, still gasping in the perfume of your heat.
He growls, “Oh, please- please don’t you t-tell me s’over already.” Gnawing down on the fabric- he couldn’t help himself.
“F-fuck!” You mewl, clawing down the sweat-glazed mounds of his muscular back. Oh-so-feral. “Toru, it- ngh-”
But the strongest wasn’t letting you answer, as if he couldn’t even bear to hear a ‘no’ fall from your whiny lips. He swats the raw, reddened curve of his tip over n’ over repeatedly against your g-spot to make you salivate all stupidly down to your tits.
“Right?” Drunkenly, he’s sliiiiding his nose across your neck and gasping in the sweet scent of your pheromones. Voice cracking. Octaves higher. Eyes wild. “Right? She’s still in heat, my girl? She s-still needs me?”
The dangling edge of his dampened blindfold strikes your chin and you moan, trembling with each rovering of his numerous inches. “Yes- yes yes yes- I’m still mmm-”
And that very answer seemed to make his big, beefy frame shake on top of you. Like you’d just broken him.
You’re making him so weak- and he’s just so large with his white-tufted pelvis squishing down on your hips, until the skin surrounding his base was all rawly pink. Letting go of the blindfold, “O-oh…”
Collecting his breath for a mere second, Gojo sticks his clammy fingertips to the undersides of your thighs. Hoisting them with his strong arms onto his deltoids, he drags one palm behind his neck and keeps them locked - biceps bulging as he pushes you down, down, down.
A mating press.
“Perfect.” Keeping you pinned with only one hand, you can only watch as his handsome, flushed face tilts down with such a sleazy grin. “Mmmm, of course she does—-”
Of course. Of course. Trembling, he swipes the thick end of one of his thumbs down your slippery slit. “Look at her, she wants to be hck! filled up so badly.” The mere sight of those pearly white beads of seed from hours prior dribbling out of you, making his ravaged length twitch. Rolling over your clit, “Wants to be plugged up with my fat fucking knot, huh?”
His knot was just so achingly desperate where he was pushin’ it constantly against your treacly cunt. Again. And again. And again just teasing your first ring of muscle with the incredible circumference.
And it was a joke - partly. It was him babbling off of the top of his overheated scalp as he fucks you furiously into the rickety mattress.
But you’re throwing your head back and sobbing at the sheer stretching pressure put on your hamstrings.
“Please-” Gojo’s knot was just so big, the sheer girth enough to have your pupils roll dazedly in silly circles. You tremble, “Wan’ it ngh- inside again, Satoru.”
“Whoooo–?”
“…”
And Gojo has the audacity to giggle whilst he dredges up whatever’s remaining of his scattered brain, “C-c’mon, pretty omega- what do you call me~”
“…Alpha.” Pouting stubbornly, your pussy clamps eagerly down his base and he damn near creams himself right then and there. He’s swervin’ his v-line just right to stir your melty insides, slipping out husky grunts at every slap of his pre-glazed tip into your deepest insides.
“That’s right.” He breathes- pecs heaving, tone airy. There’s almost something fragile in the way he is right now. “Your heh- alpha’s gonna take care of you, sweetheart—-”
You could feel him rummaging your quivering cunt, wads of sap sloshing side-to-side after every one of his direct hits. They were just so accurate and making your toes curl. “Close- c-close, Toru.”
And he’s just growing more ruined on your saturated pussy by the second. At this point, you weren’t even sure which one of you was in heat - you or him.
Definitely him- you’re realizing through your addled mind when he’s whispering, “And m’gonna be the ngh- best alpha- the best…dad, too.”
Both you and Gojo - lightly - gasp in sensual unison, just as bewildered as you were.
Echoing out through a shallow breath, “The best dad…” His hazy peripherals fizz with slight bolts of cursed energy, like he’s following the rovering of his slimy tip inside of you like an x-ray. “Gonna- gonna wash the kids- oh, dress them, mmm h-help you feed them-”
Whimpering, once he’s cupping one of his free hands over the bouncing area of your tits. Groping. Parched mouth sucking—
“B-but I want some, too.”
The stimulation throwing you into such a frenzy, your wailing whines are practically feverish at this point. Eyes sparking with pure white behind your lids, “Please- not gonna mm last.”
“And m’gonna cook for them- and you, sweet momma-”
“Fuck-”
“Gonna take them to school, come right back home and ngh- fuck another one into ya all over again.”
“Satoru-”
“So cum-” Gojo groans, voicebox scratchy. His pale lashes flutter as his Six Eyes work into overdrive, he knew it wouldn’t be long now. He could see it. Smell it in your sweet, sweet pheromones. “Cum now because you’re gonna end up s-soooo pregnant already.”
And maybe it’s just because of your heat, maybe it’s because it’s him - but you’re cumming, easily.
Thighs twitching with each flash of your high, you’re sticking them to the side of Gojo’s toned obliques to let him pound you maddeningly through it. The only thing you can fucking do as he’s hunching his washboard abs into you with what sounds like a whimper. “Yeah- yeah yeah yeah- take it- fuh-fuck.”
Gojo counts exactly five solid pushes against your g-spot before he’s able to bully his thick knot inside - and oh, does it break him. He throws his head forwards, leaking enough cursed energy to make your bedroom lights spark, sapphire eyes tearing up glassily at the feeling of your warm, cushy walls.
Before you know it, before even he knows it- he’s sinking his gleaming fangs into the side of your neck and finishing.
Your pussy was just greedy, swallowing up every long creamy wad of his cum - layers upon layers being painted down your channel. There’s a noisy, lewd squelch! when it’s too much and you’re flooding out a puddle of ivory.
Finally, you’re blinking, your heat was was starting to bate-
“S-sweetheart…I think m’in rut.”
A/N. UGH I could take them all at once (not in a fight-) Also this song has been in my head omg-
nerd! gojo cries when you stick his tip in you. and just his tip
he’s so whiny. so desperate. yet so fucking obedient. sitting in his gaming chair like a good boy as you straddled him, teasingly rubbing your sticky folds over his cock.
it’s so painfully hard, swollen red tip leaking precum as he whimpers beneath you. “p-please.” his voice cracks. “n-” he lets out the cutest moan when you bat your lashes at him, manicured finger running down his chest with a smile. “what’s that baby?”
“need- ahh. need it. please give it t’me. j- just the tip.” his voice is shaky. he’s so close to cumming just from the feeling of your wet pussy dragging across his length. and it hurts. each throb making his back arch with a whine. “don’t need much— nngh. just wan’ feel you.”
“hmm.. just the tip, okay?” you agreed, watching as his glassy eyes lit up with a desperate nod. “mhm, ‘s all i need. p-promise.”
you take his cock in your hold, the mere thickness making it impossible to grip it completely. gojo swallows hard as you guide it to your slit, his lips parting in uneven breaths as you sunk yourself lower.
“yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes— ohhhhh God.” his strangled moan is obscene. the feeling of your walls clamping around just the first inch sending him straight over the edge with a cry.
his tears wet his cheeks, pretty blue eyes rolling back behind his glasses as his body trembles. filling you up with his cum— the cum he was saving just for you.
he whispers a chant of ‘thank you’s as he comes down from his high. chest heaving as he finally meets your eyes again.
“you’re welcome.” you smile sweetly, kissing the tear stains on his cheeks before your lips brush against his ear. “it’s my turn to cum now okay?”
he barely registers your words before you’re sunk down completely on his cock. your palms on his chest to steady your motion as you begin to ride him. hard and fast.
his head falls back with another loud cry, the overstimulation to his sensitive cock sending him into a frenzy as you had your way with him.
I stumbled upon that INCREDIBLE Bull hybrid Toji fanfic by @tonycries and I HAD to make a fanart out of it 😩. Thank you Tony for illuminating my world 🙏.
The rise of fandom purity culture is like a regressive backlash, rooted in this idea that the “right” way to engage with a character or story is through sanitized, morally-approved interpretations only. It’s as if characters must be worshipped on this pedestal, not related to, and god forbid a woman express desire or indulge in fantasy especially if that fantasy is sexual or includes power dynamics.
What’s super annoying is that this purity discourse dresses itself up as progressive or protective, when people say things like “you’re sexualizing trauma survivors,” “you’re objectifying someone with mental illness,” etc. but a lot of it is extremely performative. Just regurgitating what other people say because women exploring sexuality makes you uncomfortable.
And we need to call it what it is…a cultural regression. We are witnessing a resurgence of the old-age respectability politics, repackaged for the digital age. Once again, women are being told to keep their fantasies quiet, their desires hidden, their writing tame. Smut is shamed. Female creators are policed. The message is clear…women who enjoy or create sexual content are unserious, shallow, or “missing the point” of a character.
But news flash! Women can write explicit content and still deeply understand the characters they write about. These are not mutually exclusive. You can explore a character’s trauma, nuance, and emotional arc and imagine them in a sexually charged or dominant role. You can cry over a characters arc/story and write a fic where he pins someone to the wall. One does not cancel out the other.
What we’re seeing is not actual concern for safety or well-being; it’s a new kind of respectability politics, rooted in controlling how women, especially young women and female creators, are allowed to express themselves. And it’s regressive, not radical. And the sad part is, it’s mostly coming from other women.
Point is, sex is normal. Desire is normal. If these characters were real, the odds of Gojo, Sasuke, Levi, Giyu, Dabi etc etc. experiencing sex, desire, and complex adult relationships would be extremely high. These aren’t sacred dolls to be kept untouched, they’re written as fully formed people, often with the complexities of adult life. Writing them in those contexts isn’t disrespectful; it’s humanizing. Pretending they exist in a sanitized vacuum does more to flatten them than any smut ever could.
Levi (especially postwar) is NOT A SEX-GIANT who has sex until losing consciousness, and you are ready for this conversation.
Yes, Levi literally exudes sexuality and masculinity, but he is not like that. I’m sure this person has enough roughness in life not to bring it to bed (especially with a partner he genuinely wants to have sex with! Don’t forget he definitely has sexual trauma from childhood).
Canonical Levi is truly gentle (or tries to be) when it comes to intimacy. Levi is afraid to hurt you, pays attention to the emotions on your face and asks if everything is okay, instead of fucking you like a wild animal, as described in many fanfiction.
Hello!! I hope you are having a wonderful day/night! I was just wondering if you have any good Levi fanfic recommendations? Preferably x reader and canon-compliant? Ik this is so random lol I just feel like you would have good recommendations!! And in general even if they aren’t x reader or canon-compliant. Your writing is so good and I just know you would have good taste🥰
Hi, of course, happy to share recs :D Excuse the length of this, but I somehow ended up giving you my 5+ years worth of i-am-once-again-hopelessly-addicted-to-Levi AO3 bookmarks, heh. I tried to categorize them best I can.
These beautiful stories are mostly x Reader, a few x OC. Please heed the tags & if you can, let the authors know that you appreciate their writing (:
LEVI x READER RECS
CANON* LONG-FICS
(*some are pre-canon or post-canon)
Dust, Diamond by maotkitty
Death's Door by SongsOfApollo
Veins of the Citadel by cinnamads
Felines and Canidae by veratrance / @veratrance
Through Peril and Refuge by post_academic
To You, 2,000 Feet Above by PrettyxVenom99 / @prettyxvenom99
His Wounded Heart Beats For One by UrbanDeity / @urbandeity
North Star by sixpennydame / @sixpennydame
Silver Soul by oi_levi / @bibblelevi
First Time Anthology by Levmada / @rivangel
Freedom & Death by killerpillar / @killerpillar
silver underground by tothestrongones / @amywritesthings
One Brushstroke At A Time by missEmpress
AU LONG-FICS
Paychecks with a Side of Intimacy (sugar daddy AU) by Milmie / @leyyvi
A Soul Beyond Salvation (western AU) by ananimegirlhasnoname / @ananimegirlhasnoname
Lessons in Patience (college AU) by almondblossoms1000 / @capricornlevi
As the Sparks Die (zombie AU) by wellitcouldbeworse3
Project Arcane (urban fantasy AU) by missEmpress
The Romance of Reimbursements (modern AU) by taomyou / @taomyou
To Sing a Song of Steel (fantasy AU) by CaptainDegenerate
House of Cards (royalty AU) by darlingheichou / @h0neylevi
Percolate (coffee shop AU) by heichoe / @heich0e
Kintsugi (figure skating AU) by @humanitys-strongest-brat
BOUND BY DUTY (royalty AU) by mrsackxrman / @atruewarrior
dark side of the moon (sci-fi/yakuza AU) by sixpennydame / @sixpennydame
To You, 1000 Years From Now (isekai) by darlingheichou / @h0neylevi
Unspoken Words (modern AU) by chaos_on_main / @chaotic-on-main
ONE-SHOTS/TWO-SHOTS
(AU and canon)
Melt by chimeragarden / @chimera-garden
Mise En Place by gothgril69 / @gothgril69
[watch me fall apart, watch me fall apart] by djmarinizela
the mortal price of crossing twice by heichoe / @heich0e
we're all alone, ride it by alleviate / @alleviate-ao3
Kiss It Better by oi_levi / @bibblelevi
It's a Wrap! by jayteacups / @jayteacups
Thundershower by Levmada / @rivangel
SHADES OF GRAY by mrsackxrman / @atruewarrior
One Step from Hades by silesy
waking reverie by captain-hawks
All Too Familiar by jayteacups / @jayteacups
Your Safe Space by humanitysstrongestbamf / @humanitys-strongest-bamf
Desperation by veratrance / @veratrance
Under the Mistletoe by youre_ackermine / @youre-ackermine
Welcome Home by FlameTrashira / @flametrashira
Tea and Therapy by misspearlmd
For the Living by BreakingGround / @thechaoticarchivist
Last category is a Levi x Erwin x F!Reader story that I always recommend bc it altered my brain chemistry.
this is a story of the sea by shinzouing / @shinzouing
I didn't go into specifics or share fics from Tumblr bc this post would never end but, if you want, check out my rec tag and go give the fics on here all the love they deserve <3
( also, adding to that: the stories mentioned in this post are simply what I've personally read, it is by no means meant to exclude other fics/writers. Truth is, I have not read everything out there as I am just one person, so if anyone has any recs to add, feel free to add and continue to show support for different creators! )
in which;; you take sukunas anal virginity or pegging sukuna
contains;; pegging, maybe ooc?, subby sukuna, slight dom!reader, bratty kuna, smut, uhh pure smut, tats it
AN • ♡ ' this was also a request, my first time actually writing smut so its lowk ass pls dont hate me
"Kuna, you sure you wanna do this?"
"Baby, m'not a whimp, put it in already."
Sukuna gritted his words through his teeth, to anyone but you this whole tough act wouldve suficed but you knew him, and you knew he was nervous.
Sukuna was trembling ever so slightly, he was bent over— literally face down ass up, putting his full trust in you. And yes you did feel a little pride from this. You rolled your eyes before squinting them to gently apply lube on his shockinginly clean hole.
"Cant just put it in kuna, i gotta prep you first."
Sukuna let out a short groan that was muffled by a pillow, impatient much. Once you finished rubbing the lube on, you tossed the bottle somewhere across the barely lit room. And finally strapped on the strap, which was by the way— his favorite color.
You rub the tip of the faux cock on the rim of his hole, causing an irritated moan to escape from his lips.
"F-fuck, stop wasting time brat."
"Oh I'm the brat" you replied with mock offense, but respected his demands wishes. And pushed the strap in, sukuna whimpered— it slipped from his mouth like an accident. You couldn't help but giggle at this sudden feeling of control, and before he could even process your laughter; you pushed the entire plastic dick in. Making his back arch with pleasure.
"Shit-" sukuna choked on his moan, honestly you didn't expect him to enjoy it this much. Only a few minutes of your relentless thrusts in and he was moaning like a bitch in heat.
"ohh fuck– fuckfuckfuck! jesus, d-do you really gotta be s'deepppp?" Sukuna was trying to muffle his slutty sounds with a pillow, but it wasn't working since his whimpers were filling the room.
"yeah— course I do." You had a huge grin on your face, like a kid on Christmas. Your hips flush against his ass, and nails digging into his waist. Sure you weren't getting a lot of psychical pleasure with this, but it was fun seeing sukuna so wrecked from a fake dick.
You rolled the strap directly on his sweet spot mercilessly, which apparently was it for him cause right after; white ropes of sticky cum plasters all over the sheets with a needy moan slipping from his lips. "Oh shit- fuck..." Sukuna panted, he slumped down slowly, trembling in silence as you carefully slipped the strap out his puckering hole. If you didnt know any better— you'd think he passed out.
"Kunaaa, did you die?" You pout rubbing small circles on in his hips.
"We aren't doing that again."
"Sure..." You reply sarcastically, knowing you'd probably be able the convince him again.
summary ~ between late-night parties, jealous stares, and the chaos of sukuna’s games, your relationship with toji is a tangled mess of almosts and apologies. he pushes you away to protect you, but it only hurts more every time he does. when everything finally implodes, it’s not just love on the line, it’s your sanity. you both want each other. but love’s never been that simple. m.list
the bass hit first, deep and thick like it had teeth, rattling the cracked windows of delta phi and bleeding out into the dark. the house was already a mess by the time you got there. glitter on the floor, someone shotgunning a beer in the kitchen, a girl crying quietly in the hallway. classic. you’d been to a few of these now. you knew the rhythm. the chaos. the low thrum of want and violence that came with being around them, especially him.
toji was already inside when you arrived, leaning against the wall by the living room entrance like he always did, watching everything with that dark, sharp gaze like he was bored but taking notes. someone had tossed a hoodie over his shoulder, tank top clinging to his chest, black jeans ripped at the knees. his hair was messy like he’d just gotten out of bed. maybe he had. his eyes flicked to you when you walked in. slow. low. they lingered on your legs, then your lips, then back to your legs. he didn’t smile. he never did. just that slight raise of his brow, like he was amused you were even there.
you knew that look by now. it meant 'come here.'
you didn’t go right away. instead you wandered through the crowd, brushing past sukuna’s throne-chair in the living room where he held court like some bored devil, girls draped over him, red tattoos sharp in the strobe. he caught your wrist for a second and leaned in too close. “looking pretty tonight, sweetheart,” he murmured, mouth brushing your ear. “toji’s watching, you know.”
you didn’t reply, just slipped free and kept walking. sukuna’s laugh followed you. sukuna was always like this, too bold for his own good, always talking shut. the exact opposite of his best friend toji.
by the time you reached toji, the music had shifted into something lower, dirtier. he didn’t speak. didn’t ask. just reached out and took your hand, pulling you into the crowd with the kind of possessive ease that made your chest burn. you didn’t protest. you never did.
you ended up right in the middle of the room, surrounded by sweat and smoke and the smell of spilled liquor. bodies pressed close, but you only felt his. his hand on your waist. his fingers splayed against your back. he moved slow at first, lazy, like he wasn’t even trying, but his grip never loosened.
“you look good,” he said, voice rough from whiskey or weed or both. “real sexy.”
you looked up at him, close enough to see the slight scar above his brow. “you always say that.”
“cause it’s always true.”
your fingers curled in the hem of his shirt. you wanted more. wanted his mouth on your neck, his hands on your skin, but all he gave you was his eyes and that crooked smirk that meant trouble.
all you wanted was him. all of him. you two had been friends who flirted for about two years now, and god, it was getting so fucking unbearable.
you danced like that for a while, grinding, turning, your body brushing against his over and over until it was hard to tell where you ended and he began. every time you pressed into him, he let you, but his jaw stayed tight. his hand never dipped low enough.
“you gonna kiss me tonight, toji?” you asked against his throat.
he chuckled, low and dark. “you want me to?”
you tilted your head up, lips inches from his. “maybe.”
he didn’t kiss you. he never did. just leaned in like he might and then pulled back at the last second. teasing. cruel.
it drove you fucking crazy.
gojo wandered by at some point, wearing sunglasses and no shirt, red solo cup in hand as his perfect body shined with the blue led lights above. “jesus christ, get a room,” he called, grinning. “or don’t. watching this is better than the music i guess.”
toji flipped him off without looking. you laughed, but toji’s hand tensed on your waist for half a second. only you noticed.
eventually, you both pulled back, breathless. not from dancing. from the way he kept looking at you like he wanted to ruin you and hated himself for it. he led you to the edge of the room where it was quieter, just you and him and the pulse of the party vibrating through the walls.
“you shouldn’t dance like that,” he said, lighting a cigarette.
you stole it from his mouth and took a drag. “why not?”
he looked down at you, smoke curling from his lips. “cause it makes me wanna do things i shouldn’t.”
your heart kicked hard in your chest.
you handed the cigarette back. “so do them.”
he exhaled slow, eyes dropping to your lips again. “you don’t get it,” he muttered. “you never get it.”
he was always like this. hot and cold. pull and push. he’d dance with you like he wanted to take you apart, then disappear the second things got too close. sometimes he ignored you for days. sometimes he found you in the hallway at midnight, eyes dark, and murmured your name like a confession. you didn’t know what he wanted. but you knew what you did.
you wanted him. all of him. even the broken parts.
in the kitchen, shoko was pouring shots with sukuna. geto leaned against the counter, joint tucked behind his ear, quietly judging everyone. choso sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes half-lidded, scribbling something in a sketchbook. nanami was nowhere to be seen—probably upstairs rereading a syllabus and pretending he didn’t live here.
this house was wild, loud, suffocating. but it had toji. so you kept coming back.
you were still close to him, back against the wall, watching him smoke. he glanced at you. held your gaze for a second too long. “you like all this?” he asked. “the parties. the attention.”
“i like you,” you said, honest. “that’s why i’m here.”
his eyes flickered.
“shut up, y/n. you don't know what you're saying,” he said finally. voice low. tired.
“i know.”
“then stop trying.”
“i cant.”
he stared at you. his hand brushed your waist again, just for a second. a soft touch. something real.
then it was gone.
~
he watched you laugh with gojo later, something tight coiling in his chest. you looked happy. light. too good for this hellhole. too good for him.
you didn’t see the way his jaw clenched when sukuna slung an arm around your shoulders. didn’t see the way his fists curled when you leaned into geto’s side, laughing at something he whispered. you didn’t notice the way he watched you like he was memorizing every detail in case it was the last time.
you were popular, of course you had a lot of friends l, including the ones he was friends with. but fuck if it didn't hurt watching you get touched up on by all his frat brothers like you were just some girl.
toji fushiguro didn’t fall in love. he fucked. he fought assholes who's egos needed a good bruse. he disappeared when things got too warm. but you… you made everything complicated.
you were soft and beautiful and real. you looked at him like he mattered. like he wasn’t just some fuck up with too many scars and not enough soul. you smiled when he was cruel. didn’t flinch when he pushed. you kept coming back like you didn’t know any better.
he wanted to kiss you so badly it made his teeth ache.
but he didn’t.
he leaned back against the wall and watched the party burn around him, heart heavy, throat dry. he couldn’t have you. not the way you wanted. not without wrecking you. and he cared too much to do that.
so he hurt you instead.
kept his distance. said shit he didn’t mean. shit that he knew kept you up at night. let you believe he didn’t want you.
it was the only way he knew how to protect you.
and it was killing him.
~
he stayed outside for a while after that. just him, the stars, and a silence too thick to breathe through. the cold didn’t bother him. he’d take it over the warmth of you any day. warmth made him weak. warmth made him want to pull you into his lap and never let go. warmth made him selfish.
inside, the party didn’t slow down. it just got messier. louder. meaner. when you came back in, sukuna was still where you left him, perched in that throne-chair like some cursed king with a solo cup in one hand and a cigarette in the other. he gave you a lazy smirk, legs wide, tattoos gleaming under the shitty lights. “your little shadow still outside?”
you didn’t answer. you were too busy scanning the room. your eyes found him immediately. he was back inside now, leaning against the far wall like he hadn’t just told you he was bad for you with eyes full of regret. he looked calmer than he felt. calm enough that it made your heart twist.
you were about to move. one foot forward. just one. he was across the room but you could make it. you could try again. maybe this time you’d get through. maybe this time he’d—
then she walked into frame.
a girl. short skirt. tight top. she said something to him. laughed. he didn’t even hesitate. toji reached for her waist and pulled her in.
then he kissed her.
you froze. couldn’t move. couldn’t breathe. his hand cupped the back of her neck like he’d done to you once when he was drunk and reckless and almost real. his mouth pressed to hers slow at first, then deeper. open. hungry. you stared.
it felt like your ribs cracked open one by one. like your skin peeled back to make room for the ache blooming in your chest.
you and toji had been like this for two years. flirty friends. nothing more.
you weren’t even sure when it started. maybe it was that one party where you ended up sitting outside together at three a.m., passing a blunt and talking about shit neither of you usually said out loud. maybe it was the way he always made room for you on the couch without asking, or the way his hand would linger a little too long on your back when he walked by. maybe it was the night you both ditched the chaos and drove around in his beat-up car for hours, sharing gas station snacks and laughing at nothing until the sun came up.
but the thing was, he never kissed you.
not once.
you’d slept in his bed. worn his hoodies. let your legs tangle under his blanket when the movie ran too long and no one wanted to move. you’d made ramen in his kitchen and cleaned up his messes and seen him hungover and shirtless more times than you could count.
he’d seen you cry once. held your face in his hands and wiped your tears away with his thumbs and still didn’t kiss you. it drove you crazy sometimes. how close you were without tipping over the edge. how he flirted like he meant it but never followed through. how he’d call you sweetheart with that low voice and look at you like he was starving, then laugh it off like it was nothing.
you were just friends, everyone said it. he said it. you said it. but it never felt that simple.
not when he showed up at your dorm at midnight just because you sounded off over text. not when he sat next to you at parties even though he never sat still. not when he gave you his hoodie when you were cold, even if it meant standing outside in just a tank top himself. it was friendship, yeah. but it was the kind that felt like something sacred and dangerous all at once. like a match too close to gasoline.
and maybe nothing had ever happened between you two. not technically. not officially. but you felt it, he did too. you knew he did. and that made it worse.
you didn’t realize you’d stepped back until your shoulder hit sukuna’s. he looked down at you. and for once, just once, he didn’t say something cruel.
his voice was low. almost quiet. “he’s trying to make you hate him.” you blinked hard. your mouth was dry. “it’s working,” you whispered.
sukuna sighed and leaned back, dragging a hand through his hair. “yeah,” he muttered, “but you won’t. not really.” he tilted his head, looking at you sideways. “you’re too fucking soft.” you didn’t respond. couldn’t. your eyes were still locked on toji. he’d pulled away from the girl now. was saying something in her ear. she laughed again, tossed her hair, disappeared into the kitchen. he didn’t watch her go.
his eyes found yours instead. and even across the room, in all the chaos and noise and flickering lights, you saw the guilt. you saw the shame. you saw how much it hurt him to do it.
but he’d done it anyway.
you turned away.
sukuna stood, stretching lazily. he flicked his cigarette to the floor and ground it under his boot. “come on,” he said. “i’ll get you something stronger.” you didn’t want to follow him, but you did.
because it was easier than staying.
you ended up on the back porch with a bottle of cheap vodka and sukuna sitting next to you, his usual smugness dimmed. he didn’t touch you. didn’t flirt. just passed the bottle back and forth and let you sit there in your heartbreak.
“you wanna hear the truth?” he asked eventually. you looked at him, eyes rimmed red. “he’s not doing it to be cruel,” he said. “he’s doing it cause he thinks he’s saving you.” you blinked. “by kissing someone else right in front of me?”
he shrugged. “yeah. stupid, huh?” you didn’t laugh. didn’t smile. he looked up at the sky, jaw tight. “guys like him don’t know how to love without destroying shit. we don’t get soft things. we just break them.”
you stared at him. “and what about you? what do you want?” he met your eyes. something unreadable passed between you. “doesn’t matter,” he said. “i’m not the one you look at like that.”
you didn’t have anything to say to that. so you took another sip and let the vodka burn a hole through your chest where your heart used to be.
~
toji hadn’t moved from his spot.
he was still leaning against the wall, arms crossed, pretending not to look for you in every corner of the house. pretending the kiss hadn’t made him sick to his stomach.
he could still taste that girl’s lip gloss. fake cherry. too sweet. not you. he’d seen your face when you caught him. saw the way your expression cracked down the middle. the betrayal. the confusion. the hurt.
he wanted to punch something.
but this was what he’d wanted, right?
he told himself that. over and over.
she needs to hate you. she needs to leave. she needs to find someone who won’t break her.
so he kissed someone else, and now he was alone.
choso passed him on the way to the basement, headphones around his neck. he paused, looked at toji for a second. said nothing. just shook his head like he was disappointed.
gojo showed up a few minutes later with a raised brow and a knowing smirk. “you done being a dumbass?”
“go away.”
“you know she left with sukuna, right?”
toji’s head snapped up.
gojo grinned. “yeah. out back. he got her a bottle. they’re talking. real close.”
toji’s jaw clenched. “fuck off, satoru.”
“just saying,” gojo drawled. “you’re not the only one who knows how to self-destruct.”
he walked away whistling.
toji didn’t follow. he couldn’t.
he wasn’t sure what he’d do if he saw you sitting with sukuna, drinking and crying and leaning into the shoulder of a man who didn’t deserve to touch you. he’d lose it. do something he’d regret.
he deserved this. he made this happen.
and still. still, his hands were shaking.
~
you stayed out back longer than you meant to. the vodka numbed the sharp edges, but not the center. not the deep, hot ache that sat in your throat like a stone. sukuna didn’t try anything. didn’t even make a move.
he just let you be broken.
“i don’t get you,” he said after a while. you looked over at him, wiping under your eyes.
“he’s an asshole,” sukuna continued. “but you look at him like he strung the stars.” you laughed bitterly. “maybe he did.” he scoffed. “no. he just learned how to hold a hammer and forgot to put it down.” you leaned back, head against the siding of the house. “he’s not all bad.”
“no,” sukuna agreed. “but he’s not all good either.” he glanced at you. “just remember that next time he tries to break you in half.”
you wanted to argue. to say you could take it. that it was worth it. but your voice caught on the truth. it already hurt.
and he hadn’t even touched you.
.
when you finally came back inside, the house had shifted. quieter now. people passed out on couches. music down to a murmur. the scent of smoke and spilled drinks clung to everything.
toji was gone.
you checked the usual places. the kitchen. the hallway. even peeked into the basement where choso gave you a look like he wanted to say something but didn’t. eventually you found shoko leaning against the railing upstairs, cigarette in one hand, textbook in the other.
“you seen him sho?”
she looked at you without surprise. blew smoke out the side of her mouth. “he went to his room.”
you nodded. turned to go.
“don’t,” she said. you paused. “just… don’t,” she repeated. “not tonight.” you swallowed hard. “why?”
“cause you’ll forgive him if you do. and he won’t stop.” you looked at her. “i already forgave him.” shoko didn’t smile. didn’t judge. she just took another drag and said, “i know.”
you stood there for a long time. just stood. unsure of everything except how much it hurt, and how much you still wanted him anyway.
your anguish didn't go unnoticed to your friends, especially not to your most over the top one, gojo. he was pissed. pissed at toji. so after you had left, he made it his god sent to speak his mind to his brooding brother.
the hallway outside toji’s room still smelled like tequila and cheap weed. music was finally starting to die down downstairs, voices slurring into sleep or hookups or some kind of mess. gojo stepped over a knocked-over chair, kicked an empty red cup out of the way, and knocked hard twice before turning the knob without waiting for an answer.
the door creaked open. dark inside, save for the blue glow of a laptop screen. toji sat at the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, tank top clinging to his chest with sweat. his hair was a mess, jaw clenched tight, a bottle of jack daniel’s sitting beside him like company.
“the fuck do you want,” toji muttered without looking up. gojo leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “wanted to see how the world’s biggest asshole was holding up.” toji scoffed. “get lost.”
“can’t. house rules. i get to verbally beat your ass at least once a semester.” toji didn’t move. just stared at the floor like it had answers. gojo let the silence hang for a second before pushing off the wall and walking inside. “you really had to do that to her? in front of everyone?”
“drop it."
“nah,” gojo said, voice tightening. “you don’t get to pull shit like that and then sit here acting like you’re the victim.”
“you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“i know exactly what i’m talking about. she looked wrecked, toji. she left early. sukuna of all people had to comfort her. do you even realize how fucked that is?” toji’s head snapped up. “i said drop it.”
“and i said no,” gojo snapped. “you want me to stop then tell me why the hell you did it. why you kissed some random girl when the one person you actually give a shit about was walking toward you.”
“because she was walking toward me,” toji growled, standing now. “that’s why.” gojo blinked. “what?”
“she was coming over, gojo. i saw it in her face. like she still thought there was something there. like she was ready to try again.” toji’s chest rose and fell, breathing sharp. “and i can’t. i can’t do it.”
“can’t or won’t?"
toji laughed, bitter and low. “don’t start with that bullshit.” gojo stepped closer, voice sharp now. “then what is it, huh? you string her along for two years, make her think she means something, then blow it all up the second it feels real?”
“because she does mean something,” toji snapped. “that’s the problem.” gojo went quiet.
“she’s too fucking good,” toji said, voice breaking low. “she’s soft and kind and stupidly hopeful and i’ll ruin that. i’ll tear her apart without even trying.” gojo’s hands clenched into fists. “so your solution is to rip the bandaid off by kissing someone else in front of her? are you listening to yourself?”
“it’s better this way,” toji muttered, like he was convincing himself. “for who? not for her. and definitely not for you.”
“what do you want from me, satoru?” toji barked. “you want me to say i’m in love with her? that i can’t fucking sleep unless i know she’s safe, that i think about her every time i lift, every time i come home, every time i see her name on my phone? you want me to say i wish i wasn’t like this, wish i could be good enough for her?”
gojo stared, jaw tight. “well i’m not,” toji said, voice raw. “i’m not good. i never was. and if i let her close she’s gonna learn that the hard way.”
“she already knows,” gojo said, softer now. “she’s seen it. and she stayed.”
“she shouldn’t have to.”
“maybe that’s not your call to make.”
they stood there breathing like they’d just fought for real. and maybe they had. the air was thick with unsaid things, old wounds, the kind of hurt you only let out when it’s been sitting too long. “i’m not gonna tell you what to do,” gojo said after a long beat. “but you owe her better than what you gave her tonight.”
toji sat back down on the edge of the bed, rubbed a hand down his face like he was exhausted. “i know.”
“and for the record,” gojo added, “if i didn’t like her like a sister, i’d be the one standing next to her right now. not you.” toji looked up at him, eyes sharp. gojo raised a brow. “but i do. so don’t make me regret having faith in your dumb ass.”
the room was quiet again. not calm, not exactly, but the storm had passed. gojo turned to go, then paused in the doorway.
“you know,” he said without looking back, “i’ve seen you take hits from guys twice your size. but the look on your face when she walked out? that was the first time you actually looked hurt.”
then he left, door clicking shut behind him.
toji didn’t move for a while. just stared at the door like he was hoping you'd walk through it instead. like maybe he hadn’t ruined everything.
but you didn’t.
and he had.
~
the next morning was rough.
the sun was sharp and mean, casting everything in that washed-out gold that made the world feel too loud. toji didn’t bother with sunglasses. he never did. he walked like someone who had nothing to prove and still made people get out of the way.
he was headed to his monday morning business class, dragging his feet a little more than usual, hungover but used to it. the hangover was never the issue. it was the way his thoughts stuck to the back of his throat like smoke that wouldn’t clear. his little verbal fight with gojo last night ontop of making you feel like shit was not helping.
campus was already moving around him, caffeine-fueled freshmen and overachieving finance majors crowding the sidewalks, chattering about midterms and internship interviews and parties they weren’t even invited to yet. toji didn’t speak to any of them. he didn’t have to. everyone already knew who he was.
toji fushiguro was a name people said with caution. the kind of name that came with rumors and stories passed around late at night, most of them half true. people said he used to be a cage fighter. that he dropped out sophomore year because he broke someone’s jaw in a seminar. that he only re-enrolled because delta phi practically begged him to come back. that he had a kill count and not just in bed. and hey, he's not saying that's not true.
he didn’t care what they said. he’d been through worse than whispers.
he wore a black long sleeve shirt, sleeves shoved up to his elbows, tattoos crawling down his arms like they had minds of their own. heavy black ink that looked rough even from a distance, sharp edges and sacred lines. they looked like they belonged on someone who didn’t believe in softness. piercings glinted at his brow and ear and lip, silver catching the sun. his jeans hung low on his hips and his boots were scuffed like they’d seen too many nights out.
he was big. not just tall, but thick with muscle, all wide shoulders and brutal arms. one of the man reason he got you do hit and bothered. he looked like he could lift a car if he felt like it, or throw a man across the quad just to prove a point.
and despite the fact he barely said ten words to anyone in class, the professors never called on him. not anymore. he didn’t sit with anyone, except nanami when he felt like it. didn’t take notes. didn’t even open his laptop. but he passed every exam, turned in every assignment, and showed up just enough to stay under the radar. just enough to keep his spot at delta phi, which was really the only reason he hadn’t burned the whole place down yet.
toji wasn’t the president. that was sukuna’s circus. but he was something scarier, unofficial muscle. the one who kept the wolves at bay when they came too close. the one everyone looked at when things got ugly. he didn’t speak unless it mattered. didn’t fight unless it was worth it. but when he did? people remembered.
he cut across the back end of campus on his way to class, heading past the old science building where the vending machines always ate your change. the path was quieter here, shadowed by overgrown trees and cigarette smoke curling from cracked benches.
he caught the tail end of a conversation before he even saw who was talking.
“…seriously, fuck gojo. he’s not even that hot. just has clout. i saw him with mia last week. she was crying about me the week before, now she’s on his dick like i didn’t even exist.”
toji slowed down. his jaw twitched. the voice belonged to some guy he vaguely recognized—football or lacrosse, something cocky and replaceable. he was laughing with another dude, but it was bitter. jealous. toji turned the corner and looked directly at him.
“say that shit again,” he said, voice low and calm. the guy froze. his friend bailed immediately, slinking off with a muttered “i’ll catch you later, bro,” like even he knew what was coming. toji stepped closer.
“what?” the guy asked, trying to puff up his chest like that would help. “you think i’m scared of you?”
the guy scoffed. “you don’t even know what-" toji grabbed the collar of his hoodie and slammed him back against the brick wall, one hand flat against his chest like he wasn’t even trying yet.
“you got a problem with gojo?” he said, voice quiet. “say it to his face. otherwise shut your fucking mouth.” the guy flinched. toji could see the flash of fear behind his eyes now. good.
“jesus, man, he fucked my ex.”
“she left you. there’s a difference.” toji let go with a hard shove. the guy stumbled forward, catching himself on the edge of the bench. “you wanna blame someone for your girl moving on? blame yourself. don’t drag my brother’s name through the dirt ‘cause you’re too soft to handle it.”
the guy didn’t respond. didn’t even look at him. just turned and walked fast in the opposite direction, muttering under his breath. toji exhaled through his nose, shook out his hand like the heat in his blood was trying to burn through his skin.
despite his altercation with satoru the night prior, he'd always stand up for his family. hell, gojo probably wouldn’t even care. he never did. too laid back for grudges, too self-assured to let shit like that stick. but that didn’t matter to toji. because he knew what gojo didn’t show. he knew the cracks that didn’t reach the surface. the stuff behind the sunglasses and grins.
and loyalty? that wasn’t optional for toji. it wasn’t a trait. it was the only rule that mattered. delta phi might’ve been a shitshow, but it was his shitshow. they were his people. no one talked about them like that.
not without consequences. he adjusted the strap of his backpack and kept walking, heart still beating a little too fast in his chest.
because the truth was, he needed them. more than he’d ever admit out loud. the house, the chaos, the late nights and stupid games and gojo yelling about who stole his lighter again. it kept him tethered. kept him from spiraling too far. he knew gojo only meant well, so he'd never hold shit against him for putting his mind in the right place.
but mostly, it was you. you were the one thing he couldn’t name. couldn’t reach for. couldn’t lose. and now that sukuna was getting closer, now that you were looking at him like you didn’t know what to believe anymore, now that he was the one who made you cry-
he felt it slipping.
all of it.
and he didn’t know how to stop it.
'fuck me.'
~
your dorm feels colder than usual. the light is soft and pale through the blinds, the kind of grey morning that makes everything feel slow and sticky, like your body’s moving through half-dried paint. it’s just past nine and your bedsheets are tangled around your ankles like they fought back in your sleep. you didn’t dream. you didn’t get the chance. too many thoughts, too many flashes of his hands on someone else’s waist, her mouth on his, the curve of his grin that should’ve been yours.
you roll onto your back, stare up at the ceiling and breathe through the ache that’s settled behind your ribs like something permanent. you told yourself you wouldn’t fall for him. two years of skirting the edge, of shared joints on rooftops and late-night food runs and smirks across dance floors. two years of almosts and maybes and looks that said too much but never went anywhere. two years of him pulling you in just to push you away.
but last night? that felt different. dancing with him, the way his hands gripped your waist, the way his voice dropped when he said your name like it meant something.
it had felt real.
and then it hadn’t.
you replay it over and over. the moment your eyes locked across the room, the second you stepped away from sukuna, ready to go to him again, to risk it all one more time. and then the way his hand wrapped around her hip, how his mouth found hers like it was nothing. like you were nothing.
your stomach turns. you sit up, hair a mess, hoodie sliding off your shoulder. you hadn’t even taken your makeup off last night, just crawled into bed and let it all hit you at once. you remember sukuna’s voice at your ear, warm and surprisingly soft despite the venom he usually spat.
“you don’t cry over guys like him, sweetheart,” he’d said, pressing a drink into your hand. “you let them cry over you.” you weren’t sure why he cared. maybe he didn’t. maybe he just liked having a front row seat to the destruction. but last night he didn’t press too hard. just sat beside you while the party roared on, kept his arm slung behind the couch and didn’t let anyone else get too close.
your phone buzzes beside you. you pick it up and squint at the screen.
sukuna [9:09am]: you okay pretty girl?
you stare at it for a second, then type back.
you [9:10am]: i'm fine ryo
you hesitate, fingers hovering over the keyboard. you want to say more. thank him, maybe. tell him you appreciated it, even if it came from the last person you expected. but before you can send anything else, there’s a knock on your door.
you blink. frown. no one ever knocks on your door at this hour. you climb out of bed, tug your hoodie down, try to smooth your hair a little as you shuffle toward the door barefoot. you unlock it and pull it open.
“good morning, sunshine!” gojo stands there, grinning like the hangover skipped him entirely, sunglasses perched on his nose despite the cloudy sky outside. he’s holding a flyer in one hand and a coffee in the other.
“you’re… happy,” you mumble, rubbing your eye. he shrugs. “always am. some of us don’t let heartbreak slow us down.” you blink at him. “what?”
“nothing,” he says, way too fast, and pushes the flyer toward you. “special delivery from delta phi. invitation only. it’s a bar takeover tonight, and i was instructed- ” he leans forward like it’s a secret, “by myself, because i’m a genius, to invite you personally.”
you take the flyer. the paper’s thick and smells faintly of weed. “you’re really doing printed invites now?”
“classy, right?” he wiggles his brows. “sukuna wanted a neon poster that said ‘girls drink free until they cry’ but i vetoed that.” you snort, but it dies fast. your fingers tighten around the flyer.
“so,” gojo says slowly, “how are you holding up?” you look up at him. he’s smiling, but not as wide as usual. he’s watching you carefully. “fine,” you say.
he tilts his head. “wrong. try again.” you shrug, leaning against the doorframe. “i don’t know. last night sucked.” he nods, lets that sit for a second.
“toji’s an idiot,” he says eventually. your breath catches. “you don’t have to,”
“i do,” he cuts in gently. “because i know him. and i know you.” you press your lips together. “he’s…” gojo runs a hand through his hair. “he’s complicated. always has been. doesn’t let people get too close, especially the ones he actually gives a shit about.”
“yeah, i noticed.” he frowns. “look. i’m not gonna make excuses for him. what he did last night? not cool. not even a little. and i know it hurt you.” you blink fast.
“but,” gojo says, stepping forward, “if it means anything… he didn’t want to hurt you.”
“he literally made out with someone right in front of me,” you say, voice cracking just slightly. “after dancing with me like... like he meant it.” gojo exhales. “i know. i was there.” he leans against the wall across from your door, crosses his arms. “he’s terrified. you mean too much, and that makes him feel like he’s already failing before he’s even tried. so he lashes out. does something cruel, because then he doesn’t have to deal with the guilt of ruining something good.”
you swallow, hard.
“i told him he was being a dumbass,” gojo adds. “for what it’s worth. we got into it a little.” your brows lift. “you fought?”
“not like, fists and broken bones. just the usual screaming match.” he shrugs. “brotherly love.” you lean your head back against the frame and sigh.
“you ever think,” you murmur, “maybe i was stupid for waiting this long? for thinking he’d eventually… i don’t know. stop running?” gojo’s voice softens. “you weren’t stupid. you were patient. and hopeful. that’s not weakness.” you close your eyes.
“but,” he adds, “you also don’t have to keep waiting. not if it’s breaking you.” you nod slowly, thumb brushing over the corner of the flyer. “so what do i do?” you ask. “show up tonight? act like it’s fine?”
gojo gives you a crooked smile. “you show up looking hot as hell, dance with whoever you want, and remember you’re not the one who messed up.” you huff a laugh. “easier said than done.”
“i’ll be your wingman. we’ll make it a whole thing.” you raise a brow. “you’re not gonna try to flirt with me?”
“oh, i absolutely will. but only in the respectful, ego-boosting way.” you laugh again, a little more real this time. he pushes off the wall. “think about it, okay?” you nod. “thanks, gojo.” his smile softens. “anytime. and… for what it’s worth, if he ever gets his head out of his ass, you’re the only girl i’d root for with him.” you blink at him.
“he’s never looked at anyone else the way he looks at you. not once.” then he’s gone, already whistling down the hall like he didn’t just emotionally disarm you before ten a.m. you stand there a while longer, door half-shut, staring at the flyer in your hand and wondering what the hell tonight is going to feel like.
wondering what’s going to hurt more, seeing him again, or pretending like none of it ever happened. and most of all, wondering if he’s going to look at you like he did before everything fell apart.
or if he won’t look at you at all.
~
god, you should’ve never come.
you told yourself that the whole walk over, heels clicking on uneven pavement, breath caught somewhere between your lungs and your throat. the air was sticky and warm, just the edge of summer pressing in, and you were too aware of the way your dress clung to you, the way your lipstick felt too pretty, too brave. but gojo had asked so sweetly, flashing that grin like a sunrise and pressing the invite into your hand like he already knew you’d say yes.
and maybe you did. maybe you wanted to be seen. maybe you wanted him to see you.
the bar was already a mess when you walked in, bodies packed wall to wall, bass vibrating through the floor, lights flickering pink and gold. it was chaos, the kind gojo thrived in. you spotted him first near the bar, shirt half-buttoned and sunglasses still on, despite it being night. he raised a hand when he saw you, mouth already forming something ridiculous, but your eyes didn’t stay on him long.
they found toji.
of course they did.
he was across the room, leaning back against the booth like he hadn’t ripped your heart out just nights ago. like he hadn’t kissed someone else while your chest was still cracked open in front of him. he hadn’t texted. not a word. not a hey. not a sorry. not even a “you good?” like you were some girl he barely knew. you hated that your first instinct was still to look for him.
and god, he looked good.
black tee stretched over his chest, sleeves rolled just enough to show the curve of his biceps and the ink that wrapped around them like smoke. his chain caught the light when he tilted his head. he hadn’t even shaved. a shadow of a beard clung to his jaw, making him look more like trouble than usual.
he saw you before you could look away.
his gaze locked with yours. it didn’t falter, didn’t skip. it stayed steady, calm, unaffected. he lifted a brow like he’d seen you last night, like nothing had happened, and your heart clenched in your ribs.
you almost turned back. you almost went to gojo and begged for a drink and a distraction. but toji was already pushing up from the booth and walking toward you, slow and steady, beer still in hand, eyes never leaving yours.
“you look so sexy y/n,” he said when he reached you, voice lazy, deep, low enough to drown in. his mind drifted to gojo screaming at him to get his shit together, but it quickly faded when he remembered just who he is. a fucking asshole that's nothing mroe than bad news.
he watched you blink, stupidly. “just gonna ignore last weekend?”
toji smirked like it was funny, like your confusion was some private joke he didn’t plan on explaining. “we’re at a party. don’t ruin the mood.”
you hated how fast he pulled you back in. how your anger wilted under his closeness. he smelled like cedar and whiskey, like heat and sweat and safety, even if he was the last person you should feel safe with. his hand ghosted against your lower back, not quite touching but close enough that your skin burned.
“so you’re just gonna ignore it?” you said, voice soft but sharp. toji’s eyes didn’t waver despite his intense inner turmoil. “what do you want me to say?”
everything, you thought. 'i miss you. i didn’t mean it. you’re not just some girl.' but you didn’t say it. because the second you did, it would all come spilling out, everything you’d been holding in since you met him two years ago, since you realized the way your stomach flipped every time he looked at you like you were a secret he didn’t want to share.
you shook your head instead and let him lead you toward the bar, let him order a drink for you, let him stand too close while you sipped vodka from a sticky straw and tried not to crumble.
“you looked good dancing with sukuna last weekend,” he said casually, like he wasn’t gripping the bar so tightly the tendons in his hand strained.
“you looked good kissing that girl,” you shot back. toji’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t flinch. “she kissed me.”
you gave him a look. “didn’t look that one-sided.”
he didn’t answer, just took a swig from his beer and looked straight ahead. the silence between you turned thick and bitter, but not unbearable. it was always like this. always a push and pull, a fire you both stood too close to.
after a beat, he leaned in, mouth brushing your ear, voice low.
“you still mad at me?”
“what do you think?”
he didn’t pull away.
“think you’re too pretty to look that angry.”
you hated him. hated the way he knew exactly how to disarm you, how he used softness like a weapon. hated that you leaned into him anyway, your shoulder brushing his chest, your breath catching when his fingers ghosted over your wrist.
“you don’t get to play like this,” you said. “not after that.”
“i’m not playing.” you stared up at him. his face was unreadable, but his eyes were anything but. something dark swam there, something he’d never say out loud. fear. guilt. want. it made your knees weak.
“then what is this?” he didn’t answer. you danced with him anyway. because what else were you supposed to do?
when the music shifted into something slower, hazier, he pulled you into him like you were meant to be there. your hands found his shoulders, then the curve of his neck. his arms circled your waist and tugged you closer until your chest was flush against his and you could feel his heartbeat, erratic and hard. he smelled like home. like everything you wanted and couldn’t have.
“you didn’t text me,” you whispered, staring at the place where your hand rested against his collarbone.
“i know.”
“why?”
“i didn’t know what to say.”
you bit your lip. “you could’ve said sorry.”
toji’s mouth curved into a grimace. “you think that’d make it better?”
“no,” you said honestly. “but it would’ve meant something.” his grip tightened just slightly, like the truth hurt. “i didn’t know if you wanted to hear from me.” you looked up at him. “i always want to hear from you. even when i hate you.”
his eyes softened for half a second. then he pulled you closer, forehead resting against yours. “you don’t hate me.”
“sometimes i wish i did.” he smiled. it wasn’t a happy one. “me too.” the song ended but you didn’t move. his breath was warm against your cheek, his hand splayed across your back like he was holding you together.
“what are we doing?” you asked quietly. “making bad choices,” he said.
you laughed. it sounded hollow. “yeah. i noticed.”
“you wanna leave?”
you looked at him. god, you wanted to. you wanted to crawl back into that space you used to share, his bed, his couch, that place on the porch where you’d sit and talk shit for hours. not that he meant it in a hook up way, you were bound to just go home and talk. you wanted his hand in yours, his mouth against your shoulder, his voice in your ear. but not like this. not until he meant it.
“not tonight,” you said. toji nodded. he looked away, you stepped back, he let you go.
you didn’t look at him again as you walked off the dance floor, not even when you felt his eyes on you the whole way across the bar. you found gojo leaning against the wall, sipping something neon and watching the crowd like a bored lion. he looked at you, then at toji, then back again.
“you good?” he asked.
you didn’t answer.
he handed you his drink.
you took it.
"fuck satoru i don't know how long i can do this shit."
~
meanwhile he was spiralling.
toji slammed the bars bathroom door so hard it rattled the fucking frame. fluorescent light buzzed above him, harsh and yellow, and the second the lock clicked into place, he was across the bathroom, fists braced against the sink, head down, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
his reflection stared back, mocking. he hated what he saw.
“fucking idiot,” he spat, low and sharp like a curse. he was breathing too hard. chest heaving, eyes wild. “you fucking idiot.”
you looked beautiful tonight. more than beautiful. you looked like a dream he never deserved to touch. and when you walked in—god. you’d barely looked at him. you held yourself like you were trying not to shatter and he’d done that. again. he was the one who made you pull away, the one who twisted something soft into something cold.
he hadn’t even fucking texted you. because he’s a pussy. a loser with nothing good to offer and too much fucked up inside to fix. he gripped the edges of the sink harder, breathing through his nose, his heart pounding in his throat. the way you looked at him when you walked away, it gutted him. you didn’t yell. you didn’t cry. you just looked… done.
“you always ruin it,” he growled at the mirror. “always. every fucking time.”
you had every reason to hate him. he let you get close, let you crack open the rusted door to his chest and see what was rotting inside. and right when it felt like maybe, maybe he could be something better, he kissed that girl. right in front of you. because he was too fucking scared to admit that he wanted more. because wanting more meant admitting he needed you, and needing you meant risking it all, and he’d never been brave enough for that.
so he ran.
again.
and now you were out there in that goddamn dress looking like the one thing in the world that could save him, and he just stood there like nothing happened. just leaned in close, smiled, said stupid things like he hadn’t torn you apart. he leaned down and let his forehead hit the mirror with a dull, solid thunk. breathed hard. hands shaking. he felt like his bones were trying to break through his skin.
“you ruin everything,” he whispered. “you ruined her.”
his knuckles cracked as his fist slammed into the side of the sink. the porcelain groaned under the force, a tiny web of fractures blooming under his hand. it didn’t break all the way, but it was enough to feel something. enough to hurt. he deserved it.
he couldn’t get your face out of his head. the way your voice shook. the way you said you wished you hated him. me too. he meant it when he said that. because maybe if you hated him, you wouldn’t keep coming back. maybe you’d finally let go, finally move on, finally be safe from him. he leaned over the sink, hands on either side, and stared at his reflection again.
this wasn’t what you deserved, he’d never been what you deserved. and maybe that’s why he kept fucking it up. because deep down, he knew. there wasn’t a version of this story where he ended up the good guy. there was only you, trying so hard to love someone who couldn’t even love himself.
the door creaked open behind him, casual and slow. toji didn’t move. he didn’t have to. he could already smell the cologne, something expensive and offensive, paired with the soft, familiar click of jewelry against skin.
“jesus christ,” sukuna said cheerfully, voice bouncing off the tile. “you’re really losing it, huh?”
toji didn’t turn around. “get the fuck out.”
sukuna laughed. laughed. fucking prick.
“so touchy,” he said, stepping deeper into the bathroom like he owned the place. “must’ve been one hell of a kiss.”
toji’s jaw tensed so hard he thought his teeth might break. “don’t start.”
“but it was such a moment,” sukuna drawled. “the drama. the heartbreak. the way she looked at you like you just kicked her puppy. that was some real emotional cinema, man. had me misty-eyed.”
toji turned slowly, his eyes dark, dangerous.
“last warning.” but sukuna just leaned against the wall, all lazy arrogance and smug grin.
“what’re you gonna do, fushiguro? cry some more? break another sink? maybe punch a wall like a real alpha male?”
toji stepped forward once. sukuna didn’t flinch. “you think she’s gonna wait around forever?” sukuna said, voice dipped low now, a little more serious.
“you keep pushing her away, one day she’s not coming back.”
“shut the fuck up.”
“you know i’m right.”
“you don’t know shit.”
sukuna tilted his head, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “i know she was crying.”
toji froze.
sukuna smiled. “i saw her. outside. right after you played tonsil hockey with that desperate little blonde. she was trying so hard to keep it together. but you broke her, man. again. and the worst part? she still looked like she was hoping you’d come after her.”
silence.
toji’s fists curled so tight his nails dug into his palms. “so what do you want, huh?” sukuna said, tone suddenly sharper. “you wanna keep her on a string? just close enough to feel her, just far enough she can’t touch you? you wanna fuck her up until she hates herself for loving you?”
toji launched forward so fast the room blurred, slamming sukuna up against the wall with one hand twisted in his shirt. the tile cracked behind him. sukuna grinned.
“hit me,” he dared, eyes gleaming. “do it. take all that guilt and rage and let it out. won’t change the fact that you’re a fucking coward.”
toji’s breathing was ragged, his other hand shaking at his side. he wanted to. he wanted to bury his fist in sukuna’s face and watch the smug drain out of his mouth. he wanted to feel something break that wasn’t inside him.
but he didn’t move. because sukuna was right, and that made everything worse.
“fuck you,” toji breathed, venom in his voice.
sukuna chuckled low in his throat, leaned in just enough to say, “she deserves better.” then he slipped from toji’s grip like water, smoothing out his shirt, fixing the collar like nothing happened. “see you out there, big guy,” he said, casual, and walked out.
toji stood frozen in place, chest heaving, hands shaking, heart breaking. he looked at the cracked sink again, at the tiny lines spidering out like fault lines in porcelain.
just like him, splintered. ready to shatter.
~
you weren’t sure how long you’d been standing at the bar since you left tojis side, the bass thumped under your feet, lights spinning across the floor, but everything felt distant. muffled. like you were underwater watching the night move on without you.
you leaned against the back wall of the bar, drink long forgotten in your hand, staring into the crowd like you were searching for something, someone. like if you just waited long enough, maybe toji would come back. maybe he’d walk up with that lazy smirk and say something stupid like 'you look pretty'. you hated how much it still hurt.
your throat was tight, chest heavy with that unbearable ache that sat behind your ribs and wouldn’t move no matter how many times you told yourself to be fine. you felt like a fool for hoping. for showing up looking good, thinking maybe things could go back to how they used to be, thinking he’d finally see you the way you saw him.
but of course he hadn’t. because that would’ve required him to care enough to be honest, to be brave, and toji fushiguro didn’t do honest. didn’t do brave. he just did damage. and you were so, so tired of bleeding over him.
you closed your eyes. tried to breathe. tried to escape the way your body ached for someone who wasn’t even trying to hold you anymore. and just like a prayer whispered into the dark, someone stepped into your silence.
“you’re looking like you just got stood up,” a voice said beside you, smooth and cocky and way too amused. your eyes snapped open. sukuna stood there, drink in hand, eyebrow raised, mouth curled into that familiar smug grin.
“fuck off,” you said, no heat behind it.
“harsh,” he laughed. “and here i was, ready to rescue you from your little emo spiral.” you rolled your eyes, but you didn’t walk away. you couldn’t. not when his presence suddenly made the air easier to breathe.
“you don’t need to do this,” you muttered.
“do what?” he asked, feigning innocence as he leaned against the wall beside you. “check on the pretty girl who looks like her world’s falling apart? seems like the least i could do after last time.”
you looked at him then. really looked. he didn’t look sorry. he never did. but there was something else in his face, something quieter underneath the usual edge. not sympathy. not pity. just… attention. you hated that it felt good.
“come dance with me,” he said suddenly, holding out his hand.
“no.”
“yes.”
“i don’t want-”
“i don’t care.” he grinned. “come on, sweetheart. let me give you something to think about that isn’t him.” you hesitated. just for a second. and that was all it took. he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the crowd like you weighed nothing. and maybe in that moment, you didn’t. maybe the ache in your chest loosened just enough for you to follow.
the music swallowed you both whole. bodies pressed in all around, but sukuna didn’t care. his hand found your waist like it belonged there, the other lacing through your fingers as he pulled you close, too close. “relax,” he murmured, lips near your ear. “you’re allowed to enjoy yourself.”
you wanted to argue. but then his hips rolled into yours and everything inside you short-circuited. he danced like sin. like temptation wrapped in a body built to destroy. and the worst part? you let him. because for once, someone wanted to be close. someone was choosing you, and god, it felt like oxygen.
somewhere off to the side, you caught gojo shaking his head as he leaned toward geto. the two of them were watching from their booth, drinks in hand, resigned like babysitters watching a soap opera unravel in real time.
“should we stop this?” geto asked, sipping his whiskey. “nah,” gojo sighed, tapping his glass. “let it play out. toji needs to see what happens when you leave something good waiting too long.”
on the dancefloor, sukuna spun you around and tugged you back, your chest against his. his hands skimmed lower than they should have, but his touch didn’t linger—he wasn’t greedy. just deliberate. “you’re tense,” he said into your neck. “no shit.”
“i could help with that.”
you snorted despite yourself. “this isn’t a solution.”
“no,” he said, looking down at you. “but it’s something.”
you wanted to be strong. wanted to step away and prove that toji didn’t still own some broken piece of you. but your body betrayed you, moved with sukuna like he was the only thing keeping you upright. your breath caught every time he touched you, every time his fingers slid just barely across your skin. it wasn’t love. it wasn’t healing, but it was a distraction.
and you needed it.
what you didn’t see was toji.
he walked out of the bathroom with fists clenched, throat tight, still reeling from what sukuna said, only to be met with the image of you in said mans arms. dancing, smiling, laughing like you hadn’t just cried over him a few nights ago. he froze. everything inside him froze, and then it all caught fire.
he saw red. thick, searing jealousy choking out any rational thought. his stomach twisted. his heart fucking dropped.
you were dancing with him. his stupid fucking frat brother who was notorious for being a slur, bit that he could really speak on it but still. the one guy who never shut up about wanting you. the guy who toji knew was only doing this to piss him off.
and worse, you were letting him. he didn’t think, didn’t breathe, just turned on his heel and stalked straight toward the bar.
“what’s good, baby?” he said to the first girl he saw. she was tall, pretty, and already drunk enough to think he meant it. “hi,” she giggled, touching his chest, he didn’t even hear her name, he just kissed her. sloppy. hard. intentional. made sure the angle lined up perfectly so when he opened his eyes mid-kiss, you were watching.
your body went still on the dance floor. sukuna smirked down at you. “there he goes.”
you stared, heart pounding, feeling sick. toji was kissing someone else. again. like nothing mattered. like you didn’t matter. you pulled away from sukuna, stumbling a little.
“you okay?” he asked, still smirking, but there was a sharpness behind it now.
you didn’t answer. you were too busy watching toji pull the girl closer, whisper something in her ear, and start leading her toward the door. your heart shattered in your chest.
again.
gojo groaned into his drink. “he’s such a fucking idiot.” geto sighed. “you think he’s doing it to hurt her?”
“i think he’s doing it to hurt himself,” gojo muttered. “she’s just collateral.” you turned and walked off the floor, jaw tight, trying not to cry in public again. behind you, sukuna just chuckled.
“this is getting good,” he said, sipping his drink.
across the bar, toji didn’t look back.
not once. but he felt every step you took away from him.
and it burned.
~
everything after seeing him with that girl felt like a blur, you didn’t remember how you got to the couch. didn’t remember pushing past the noise or the crowd or the awful ache in your chest. all you knew was that when you saw gojo’s bright blue eyes across the room and the way geto looked up like he already knew something was wrong, your knees went weak and everything you’d been trying to hold in just crashed through you like a wave.
“woah,” gojo said, sitting up. “hey hey hey-”
“oh no,” shoko muttered, putting her drink down. “come here, sit. now.” you collapsed onto the couch between them, face hot, hands shaking, heart beating too fast. you couldn’t breathe. couldn’t think. couldn’t stop the tears even if you wanted to.
“he- he kissed her,” you choked out, voice cracking, “he did it again, and i let myself believe he wouldn’t.” shoko put a hand on your knee, gentle, grounding. gojo was frowning now, serious in that rare way he only ever was when someone he loved was hurting. geto reached for your hand, warm and solid, thumb brushing over your knuckles like he was trying to anchor you back to earth.
“just breathe,” geto said softly. you tried. you really did. but everything in you was unraveling. “i don’t understand what i did wrong,” you whispered. “we were so close. for two years he’s been my best friend, he’s been everything to me. and yeah, it was flirty and yeah, i caught feelings, but i thought, i thought he felt something too. i thought mayby-” your voice broke again, and you covered your face. “i’m so fucking stupid.”
“no,” gojo said immediately. “no you’re not.”
“he doesn’t even look at other girls like he looks at you,” geto murmured. “you’re not imagining it.”
“then why does he keep doing this?” your voice rose, raw and shaking. “why does he keep picking someone else? why does he keep hurting me and acting like i don’t mean anything?” shoko lit a cigarette, exhaling slowly. “because he’s scared. and because he’s an idiot.”
you laughed bitterly, wiping at your cheeks. “he doesn’t even text me. he can’t even say sorry. he just pretends like we never almost, like nothing ever happened.”
“toji’s always been like that,” gojo said, watching you carefully. “he shuts down. he panics. the second he feels something real, he runs.”
“but why?” you asked, voice barely a whisper. “what’s so wrong with me that he can’t even try?” geto pulled you closer. “it’s not you. it’s him. he’s just- he doesn’t think he deserves good things. and you’re the only thing he actually wants.”
you collapsed into him then, forehead against his shoulder, tears soaking into his shirt. “i hate him,” you mumbled. “no you don’t,” shoko said gently.
“i should.”
“yeah,” she said, flicking ash into a nearby tray. “you probably should.”
you didn’t say anything else. couldn’t. not with your whole chest cracked open, all the grief and love and hope spilling out where everyone could see it. gojo leaned back and sighed like he was tired of watching people break over someone who refused to show up properly. shoko lit another cigarette. geto just held you while your shoulders shook.
and somewhere near the back exit of the bar, sukuna leaned against the wall, sipping his drink and watching it all unfold with a little smirk pulling at his mouth. the chaos was beautiful.
you were so far gone you didn’t even see him watching. but toji wasn’t. toji stood outside, arms crossed, jaw tight, staring off at the road while the girl he’d kissed leaned against him, giggling about nothing important.
“you callin’ the uber?” she asked, lips already brushing his neck. “yeah,” he muttered, pulling out his phone and tapping through the app. he wasn’t even listening to her. didn’t know her name. didn’t want to. she wasn’t you.
she’d seen the whole thing, him dragging her out of the bar, eyes locked on you like he wanted to tear something apart. she’d liked the attention. thought she was gonna get lucky with the hottest guy in delta phi. but now, standing on the sidewalk, it was clear to her he wasn’t really there.
“you okay?” she asked. toji nodded, tight and short. didn’t meet her eyes.
when the uber pulled up, he opened the door for her and she paused, confused. “you’re not coming?”
“nah,” he said, barely looking at her. “go home.” her face fell. “seriously?” he didn’t say anything. “wow,” she huffed, rolling her eyes as she climbed in. “asshole.” the door slammed and the car pulled away.
toji stood there in silence, head tipped back against the wall, wind biting at his skin.
he hated himself.
he reached into his jacket, pulled out a blunt and lit it with shaking hands. took a long drag and exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the way his heart felt like it was about to cave in.
“you fucking dick,” he muttered to himself, staring out at the night. he had no one to blame but himself. no excuse. no reason that made any of this better. you’d shown up tonight looking like a dream. like something out of a memory he was too afraid to hold. and he saw you, saw how you smiled, saw how you scanned the room like maybe, just maybe, you were hoping he’d come to you.
and what did he do? he panicked. again. like a fucking coward. like the version of himself he thought he’d buried long ago. all because he didn’t know how to handle the way you looked at him like he could be good.
he smashed his fist against the brick wall, breathing hard. hated how he made you feel. hated that he’d watched you cry and didn’t go to you. hated that he couldn’t fix what he kept breaking.
and worst of all, he hated the way sukuna touched you. he had his hands on you. he made you smile. you were supposed to be safe from that. from him.
toji took another long drag, jaw clenched so hard it hurt. the weed didn’t calm him. nothing could. he could still feel your eyes on him when he kissed that girl.
could still feel the disappointment in your face. he saw the way your body tensed. saw the way sukuna pulled you closer like he owned the moment. and toji had let it happen. he’d let someone else have you. again.
he closed his eyes.
“you don’t get to love someone like that,” he said to the night. “not when you keep proving you can’t handle it.”
he wasn’t good for you. he knew that. he’d known it from the start. but god, he wanted to be. he wanted to stop fucking it up. wanted to stop pushing you away every time it got too real. wanted to hold you like he meant it and stop making you cry and just be enough for once.
but he wasn’t.
he was this.
a fucked up mess with bloody knuckles and a blunt burning slow between fingers that didn’t know how to be gentle.
“you deserve better,” he whispered. and for once, he actually meant it.
~
you woke up to the smell of cologne and the scratch of expensive sheets. your body ached. your head throbbed. your mouth was dry and you had no idea where the hell you were. sunlight filtered in through high windows, catching on glass shelves and too many sunglasses and a stupid amount of hair product on the dresser. the room was cold, the blankets heavy, and it hit you all at once.
this wasn’t your dorm. and you were very much in someone’s bed. you sat up fast, heart pounding, brain still foggy. your dress was still on. your shoes were at the foot of the bed. no one else was there. but the panic still crawled under your skin.
'no no no no no what did i do.'
the door creaked open. gojo poked his head in, holding a red solo cup and a protein bar like he hadn’t just stepped into a full blown crisis.
“you’re alive,” he grinned, “that’s good.”
you stared at him. “what- where- did we?"
his face scrunched up like he tasted something sour. “ew. no. jesus."
you blinked. “but i’m in your bed.”
“yeah, because you were blackout at the bar and i couldn’t find your dorm key and you kept telling everyone you wanted to fight god. i figured this was safer.”
you slumped back against the pillows, dragging a hand over your face. “frick.”
gojo walked in, setting the cup on the nightstand beside you. “here. water. drink before you shrivel into dust.” you took it with shaking hands and sipped slowly, nausea curling in your stomach. everything from last night came back in pieces. the dancing. the kiss. toji dragging that girl out. the way he looked at you like you didn’t even exist.
sukuna’s hand on your waist, your breakdown on the couch. toji going home with that girl.
you groaned and curled up on your side, still clutching the cup. “so,” gojo said, sitting on the edge of the bed, “wanna talk about it?”
“no.”
“you sure? because you cried a lot last night and i think you used geto’s hoodie as a tissue.”
“satoru.”
“right. shutting up.” he leaned back on his hands, still watching you, still grinning like an idiot but softer now. it was that rare expression he wore only when he really cared. like when geto got too high and panicked or when shoko locked herself in the bathroom during finals week. “he’s a fucking idiot,” gojo said eventually. “just so you know.”
“yeah,” you whispered, staring at the wall. “i know.” you stayed there for a while. quiet. raw. letting the weight of it all settle on your chest like a stone. you didn’t know why it still hurt so much. maybe because you’d let yourself hope again. maybe because it wasn’t just any guy. it was toji. your best friend. your everything. and he didn’t even look at you. after a while, you pulled yourself up and grabbed your shoes, brushing past gojo without a word. “you sure you’re good to go?” he asked.
“i’ll live.” he didn’t stop you. the hallway outside was dim and quiet, the frat house still half asleep from the chaos of the night before. your heels clicked against the wood floor as you moved past the open kitchen, the beer cans, the stained couches. everything felt distant. muffled.
you turned the corner too fast and slammed into something solid, or someone. your stomach dropped.
him.
toji in all his tired glory stood there in a black hoodie and sweats, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, keys in his hand. he was heading to the gym. of course he was. that was what he did when he couldn’t deal with reality, he trained like he could beat the guilt out of his body.
he froze when he saw you. eyes dark. jaw clenched, you opened your mouth. maybe to say hi. maybe to apologize. maybe just to explain that you didn’t sleep with anyone in the frat. that you were still yours. but he didn’t give you the chance.
his eyes flicked down. took in your clothes. the fact you were coming from the direction of sukuna or gojos room.
and just like that, his face hardened. lips pressed tight. no emotion. no recognition. no trace of the person who used to make you laugh so hard you couldn’t breathe. he pushed past you without a word.
just brushed his shoulder against yours and walked out the front door like you weren’t even real. like you had done something wrong. you stood there, frozen. breath caught in your throat. he thought you’d slept with someone else. and that mattered to him, but not enough to stop, not enough to ask. not enough to care out loud.
you felt it again, that horrible twist in your chest. that ache that had nothing to do with heartbreak and everything to do with betrayal. you’d given him everything. time, trust, love. and all he gave you back was silence. you blinked hard, lips trembling.
fine.
if he didn’t want to listen, then you’d stop talking. if he didn’t want to care, then you’d stop hoping. you’d learn to shut it all off too.
just like him.
but god, why did it still hurt so bad?
~
the gym was cold.
too cold for this early in the morning, but that didn’t stop him. nothing really could when he was like this, when his chest was tight and his head was loud and everything felt like it was seconds from snapping. toji slammed the barbell back onto the rack, chest heaving. sweat ran down his neck and soaked through his hoodie. he didn’t even bother peeling it off. he wanted to feel like he was suffocating.
his knuckles were raw from the heavy bag. he’d been there for a while. lifting. hitting. breaking down, and it still wasn’t enough. he wiped his face with the back of his arm and dropped onto the bench again, eyes burning, heart racing.
he kept seeing your face.
your eyes when you looked at him in the hallway disheveled from sleep. the way you opened your mouth like you were gonna say something and he just, walked past you. pushed past you like you were nothing. because he couldn’t hear it. couldn’t take the sound of you explaining how good sukuna made you feel. at least that's what he thought happened. how you finally let go. how it meant nothing, just sex, just comfort. how it didn’t hurt you like he did.
his stomach twisted.
he was the one who ruined this. he’d kissed another girl. in front of you. like a fucking child. like some messed-up defense mechanism he didn’t even understand. and then you disappeared, all teary-eyed and broken, and now what? now you were with sukuna?
his hands curled into fists. 'of course it was sukuna, it had to of been him. gojo wouldn't of done it.' sleazy, smug, opportunistic sukuna. he probably saw how fucked up toji was over you and waited for the perfect moment to slide in. always smiling. always watching. always pushing buttons just to see what would happen.
and you let him. you let him touch you. god, his head was spinning. he didn’t even know what happened, not really. but the way you looked this morning, still wearing that dress, walking out of someone's room like you couldn’t even care, he could feel it. you were gone. and he should’ve expected it. you weren’t his. you never were. just friends. that’s what it was. that’s what it always was.
he told himself that so many times. drilled it into his head like it’d eventually feel true. even though he watched you for two fucking years and wanted you more than he ever wanted anything. even though every time you smiled at him or leaned into him or laughed at something he said, it lit up something in him he didn’t know how to name. he wanted you. not just your body. not just sex.
you.
and he was too much of a coward to admit it. so instead he kissed some girl he didn’t even like. and now sukuna got to have you.
toji grabbed a weight and launched it across the room. it hit the wall and cracked the plaster, landed with a heavy thud that echoed through the gym. he bent over, elbows on his knees, breathing hard. his chest hurt, not from the workout, not from the cold, from you. because no matter how many times he reminded himself that he didn’t deserve you, that you deserved someone better, someone softer, someone who wouldn’t break you just by existing. he still wanted to be that person.
he wanted to take it all back, the kiss. the girl. the silence. he wanted to be the one you turned to when you were hurting. not sukuna. never sukuna.
he wanted to knock on your door and say all the shit he never let himself say. how he thought about you every goddamn day. how he felt safe with you in a way that scared the hell out of him. how he loved when you doodled in his notebook and how he’d watch your hands more than he watched the board. how sometimes he caught himself picturing your name next to his in places it didn’t belong.
he dug his fingers into his hair, pulling hard, trying to breathe. why did it feel like losing something he never even had? he was the one who made this mess. he knew that. he just didn’t think it would cost him you.
and now that it had, he didn’t know what the hell to do with himself. the gym fell quiet again. just the buzz of the old lights overhead. just the sound of his own breathing. heavy. strained. like he was trying not to fall apart. in the back of his mind, sukuna’s voice laughed, smug. cruel. knowing.
he knew he won.
toji grabbed the heavy bag again and punched until his hands bled.
god, why did it hurt so bad?
.
he didn’t even hear the gym door swing open over the pounding bass in his skull. he was too busy beating the shit out of the punching bag, sweat dripping off his jaw, chest heaving, knuckles already raw through the tape. he could barely breathe past the thoughts echoing like fists against his ribs. you and sukuna. god, just the image of it made his stomach twist.
and then there it was, a voice like poison dipped in silk. “damn. someone’s got issues.”
toji didn’t even have to look to know who it was. he’d know that cocky tone anywhere. he turned anyway, slowly, shoulders stiff and glistening under the fluorescents. sukuna was leaning in the doorway like sin itself, sweatpants hanging low, torso bare, tattoos stretched like inked war across his golden skin. hair messy like he just rolled out of someone’s bed, that smug-ass smile already curled on his mouth. he looked annoyingly perfect, like he hadn’t lost a second of sleep.
“you always train like you’re trying to exorcise your demons or is it just the guilt today?” sukuna stepped inside, slow and casual like he owned the place, dragging his fingers through his hair. “guessin’ she didn’t take it well, huh? not that i blame her. you kissed that blonde like you were tryin’ to make a porno.”
toji’s eyes narrowed, chest rising faster now. he wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, jaw tight enough to snap. “don’t,” he muttered, voice low.
“don’t what? bring up the girl you keep playing emotional dodgeball with?” sukuna cocked his head, mock sympathy dripping from every word. “you fuck her up, push her away, then lose your shit when someone else so much as breathes her direction. tell me, does she even know how deep she’s in? or are you too busy acting like you don’t care?” toji’s hands curled into fists.
“you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“oh, i think i do,” sukuna grinned, stepping even closer now, chest to chest. “you’re just pissed because for once, you’re not in control. and i gotta admit, she looked good last night. felt good too. all soft and sad, leaning into me like she just needed someone who wasn’t gonna treat her like a walking heartbreak.”
that was it.
the punch came so fast it cracked through the air. toji’s knuckles collided with sukuna’s jaw hard enough to whip his head sideways, and for a second, everything went still. even the music felt quieter.
then sukuna laughed. blood on his teeth. “oh, it’s like that?” he growled, and then lunged. they collided like a thunderstorm, all muscle and fury and months of unspoken shit. fists flying, bodies slamming into the gym wall, the weight bench tipping over with a crash. sukuna landed a punch to toji’s ribs, toji shoved him back and hit him square in the gut. it wasn’t frat brothers fighting. it was men with grudges too deep to hide behind loyalty.
“you think you’re better for her?” toji snarled, grabbing sukuna by the collar and shoving him against the mirror. “you think she’d want you?”
“i don’t gotta think,” sukuna spat back, blood trailing down his chin. “i already know i’d treat her better than you ever fucking could.” they barely noticed the gym door open again.
“for fuck sake,” gojo said, deadpan, as he and geto walked in. “and here i thought you two were just gonna kiss eventually.”
“this is bad,” geto muttered, already moving. “you think?” gojo stepped between them first, planting a hand on toji’s chest and forcing him back. “enough. what the fuck is this? you fighting your own brother over a girl you don’t even have the balls to admit you love?”
“stay out of this,” toji growled, panting, but his fists didn’t rise again. “too late for that,” geto said flatly, shoving sukuna back with a hand to his shoulder. “you both look pathetic.”
“he started it,” sukuna muttered, wiping his lip with the back of his hand, smirking like the devil. “i just gave him a reason.”
“you’re both bleeding,” gojo said, exasperated. “you’re not in high school. jesus christ.” the silence was heavy, tense, thick with adrenaline and the stench of sweat and resentment. toji looked at sukuna again, the red haze behind his eyes finally fading to something colder. disgust. at himself more than anything.
“you don’t get to talk about her,” toji muttered finally, voice quiet. “then maybe you should stop giving her reasons to need someone else,” sukuna shot back.
gojo grabbed his shoulder before toji could move again. “how about you both just shut the fuck up.” toji didn’t fight the grip. not anymore. his heart was still pounding but his energy was drained. his eyes dropped to the cracked mirror behind sukuna and for a second he saw himself. just a fucked-up guy, broken and bleeding, trying to fight what he couldn’t fix.
geto crossed his arms, glancing between them. “you both better figure this shit out before someone gets hurt worse than a busted lip.” sukuna scoffed but didn’t say more. toji stayed quiet, chest rising and falling like a man trying not to drown. gojo looked at toji. “you need to decide, man. either stop hurting her or start being real. you don’t get to have it both ways.”
toji’s jaw clenched. god, he knew that. he knew that.
he just didn’t know how to do either.
~
later into the day.
you were just trying to breathe.
the day felt heavy on your chest, like everything you’d been ignoring had finally decided to sit on top of you all at once. your head still ached from the night before, sleep had barely touched you, and your thoughts wouldn’t shut up. you’d left the frat early that morning, the weight of toji’s silence clinging to you like a second skin. all you wanted was to get coffee, maybe clear your head, maybe pretend life wasn’t completely falling apart.
you weren’t expecting to see sukuna, but there he was.
leaning against the corner store wall just across from campus, cigarette tucked between his fingers, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, that stupid grin already on his lips like he knew you were coming. he looked like sin soaked in sunshine, messy hair, glinting piercings, tattoos slipping under his collar like secrets. and then you saw it, his lip. swollen and cracked, red crusted at the edge, the faintest bruise shadowing his jaw.
you stopped in your tracks. "jesus,” you muttered without thinking, eyes locked on the damage. “what happened to you?” he grinned wider, like he wanted you to ask. “oh, this?” he gestured lazily, tapping his bottom lip. “got into it with a wall.” you gave him a flat look and he rolled his eyes.
“fine. toji punched me.”
the air caught in your throat. “what?”
“mm,” sukuna said, dragging on his cigarette, exhaling smoke like it didn’t matter. “we had a little… disagreement.” you blinked, heartbeat crawling into your mouth. “what about?” he tilted his head, watching you too closely. “you.” your breath stuttered.
“sukuna…”
“i might’ve said something that hit a nerve. poor guy’s been wound tight for days. looks like he’s carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. and hey, when you keep pretending you don’t feel things, eventually they explode. right?” he gave you a pointed look, all knowing and cruelly soft. “you’d know something about that.”
you folded your arms, trying to stay upright under the weight of his gaze. “what did you say?”
“nothing that wasn’t true,” he said, smiling like he didn’t just set your insides on fire. “just told him maybe you needed someone who didn’t keep breaking you just to pull you back in. someone who wouldn’t make you cry every other night. someone who actually knows what he wants.”
you looked away, chest tightening, blinking too fast. he was always good at this, getting under your skin with a smile and watching you unravel like it was art. “he hit you because of me?”
“he hit me because he hates himself,” sukuna said smoothly. “i just gave him the mirror.” you hated how much that made sense. hated the twist it pulled in your gut. you hadn’t spoken to toji since the party, since he’d looked at you like you were nothing. you didn’t know if it was better or worse to find out he’d gotten violent because of it. “why are you telling me this?”
“because you deserve to know he cares,” sukuna said, and for one second, he actually looked sincere. “even if he’s a fucking idiot about it.” you stared at him, throat burning, but before you could answer, he stubbed out his cigarette and pushed off the wall.
“sure i want you, i think that's much is obvious, but he wanted you first. i was just here to stir the pot abit. take care of yourself, sweetheart,” he said, brushing past you with a low chuckle. “you look like you’re about to break.” you didn’t say anything.
you couldn’t.
you stood there frozen, chest cracked wide open, heart bleeding somewhere behind your ribs. his words echoed like static in your skull, twisting everything you thought you understood. he cared. toji cared. he just didn’t know how to show it. or maybe he did. maybe this was what love looked like from someone who didn’t believe he deserved it.
you made it down the street before your vision blurred. you ducked into the nearest alley and finally let the tears come, clinging to your coffee cup like it was the only solid thing left. you sobbed quietly, shoulders shaking, the weight of all of it catching up at once. his silence. his eyes. the kiss. the pain. the fact that he’d rather fight someone than talk to you. the way he looked through you like he didn’t still dream about you every night.
and somewhere far off, you were almost sure you could hear sukuna laughing. not because it was funny, but because he’d won. he’d pressed all the right buttons, and now you were left alone with nothing but your feelings, and the cruel understanding that you still loved a man who didn’t know how to love you back.
what the fuck were you going to do?.
~
toji wasn’t answering his phone. not gojo’s texts. not geto’s vague check-ins. not even shoko’s “you alive?” at 2 am. he wasn’t going to classes either, not really. he showed up to one lecture midweek, sat in the back with his hood up, left halfway through. no one said anything. no one ever did.
the next morning he hit the gym. hard. again and again. he trained until his knuckles bled. by the fourth day his hands were fucked up enough that even gojo noticed and said something, but toji just laughed it off. said he liked the sting.
he drank every night. it started with a few beers. then whiskey. then whatever geto had stashed in the back of the kitchen. the nights bled into mornings. he wasn’t sleeping much. wasn’t eating right either. he didn’t want to talk to anyone. didn’t want to explain that the thing eating him alive was not knowing if you really slept with sukuna, or if he just assumed that because of his own guilt and jealousy. didn’t want to admit that the thought of sukuna touching you made him feel like he was choking.
he saw you once across campus. walking with shoko, hair pulled up, hoodie sleeves too long. you didn’t look at him. didn’t even hesitate. that’s when he knew. you were done. or trying to be.
he couldn’t even blame you.
by the time saturday came around, toji wasn’t planning to go to the new party satoru was throwing. it was a quieter one, a smaller crowd, mostly people they knew from the frat or nearby houses. nothing crazy. but still, he couldn’t stomach the thought of seeing you there, laughing with someone else. maybe sukuna. maybe not. didn’t matter. he couldn’t fucking bear it.
so he slipped out the back of the house and started walking. hoodie on, hands in his pockets, head low. didn’t know where he was going. just kept moving. the streets were cold and empty, sky a low grey. there was a flicker of music echoing out from a cracked-open window two blocks down. someone laughed. he kept walking.
he thought about texting you. he even opened the screen. stared at your name. the thread of messages hadn’t moved in a week. last one was from you. just a simple “did i do something?” and he never replied. he couldn’t. he stared at it until it blurred. thumb hovered over the keyboard. he typed out, “can we talk?” then deleted it. typed, “i’m sorry.” then deleted that too. locked his phone. shoved it back in his pocket like it’d burned him.
his head was spinning. maybe from the whiskey he snuck earlier, maybe from the shit swirling inside him that he couldn’t name. regret. anger. grief for something that never even got a chance to start.
he turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks.
you were walking toward him.
you looked soft under the streetlight, skin glowing and eyes wide when they landed on him. you weren’t dressed for a big night out — simple jeans, jacket, a look that still made his breath catch because it was you. because he hadn’t seen you this close in a week and it physically hurt.
you stopped too. like the world had pressed pause on everything.
his heart stuttered. fists clenched in his pockets. he didn’t know what to say. he didn’t know how to look at you and not fall apart. didn’t know how to open his mouth and not spill every raw, cracked, bleeding thing he’d been trying to keep buried.
but here you were. real. walking straight toward him like some cruel twist of fate or some final test from the universe.
and all he could think was:
'fuck. i missed you.'
you stop a few feet away from him and the wind knocks right out of you. he looks like hell. hoodie pulled low, dark circles bruised under his eyes, hands in his pockets like he’s holding himself together by a thread. but he’s still him. still that big, broad-shouldered shadow you’ve known for two years. the longest you’ve ever gone without hearing his voice was a few days during winter break. this week felt like being buried alive.
and now he’s right here.
you open your mouth to say something and nothing comes out. your throat burns. your heart’s clawing at your ribs and your brain’s playing back every horrible thing from the past week like a cursed slideshow. him kissing that girl. him ignoring you. walking past you like you were nothing. all the nights you cried into gojo’s pillows. the way sukuna smirked when he saw you shatter. all of it presses down at once and something inside you snaps.
“i’m sorry,” you choke out, voice already breaking.
toji flinches.
“i’m so sorry,” you say again, louder, more desperate. “i shouldn’t have danced with sukuna, i should’ve just gone home, i didn’t mean to make things worse, i didn’t want you to think-”
your words trip over each other like they’re racing to be forgiven. “i didn’t sleep with him, i swear. i wouldn’t. i was drunk and stupid and mad, and i just… i missed you. and i know you hate when i say shit like that, but i missed you so much and i’m sorry. i’m sorry for everything. i don’t know what i did to ruin this, but i’ll fix it, i swear-”
“hey.” it’s quiet. barely a breath. but it cuts through your rambling like a blade. you look up and he’s already stepping forward. his arms come around you in one smooth, heavy motion, big and warm and solid like the rest of the world doesn’t exist anymore. your knees almost buckle. your face presses into his chest and his hoodie smells like cigarettes and something familiar that makes your stomach ache. he holds you so tight it almost hurts.
you freeze for half a second and then sob into him. you don’t even care how pathetic it sounds. you cry into his hoodie like it’s the last time you’ll ever be held. you grip at his sleeves like if you let go he’ll disappear again. and he just stands there, letting you fall apart against him.
after what feels like forever, he finally speaks. “everything’s gonna be okay baby.” you hiccup against his chest. he says it again, lower this time. like a promise. “everything’s gonna be okay, alright?”
you nod, even if you don’t believe it yet. his voice is that same deep, unreadable rumble it always is, but it softens at the edges now. like he’s trying. like maybe he’s been hurting just as much.
“i’m sorry,” he says, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard those words from him before. “i’m sorry for being such an asshole to you. not just last week. all of it. the whole fucking time.” you pull back a little, just enough to look up at him. your face is hot and damp and your eyes are swollen and he still looks like he’s carved from stone. but his eyes are glassy. you’ve never seen him look like this before.
“toji…”
“you didn’t do anything wrong,” he says. “none of this is your fault. i just… i can’t be what you need. i don’t know how to. i never could.” you shake your head fast, “don’t say that-”
“i love you.” the words hit the air like a truck and your breath catches. he says it like it’s already killing him. like it’s always been true and he’s hated himself for it every second.
your heart stutters.
“i love you so fucking much it makes me sick,” he goes on, jaw tight. “and that’s why i can’t do this. because i’ll ruin you. because i’ll drag you down with me and you don’t deserve that.”
you start crying again.
he doesn’t try to stop you this time. he just watches, eyes dark and wrecked, like this is costing him everything. like this is what love looks like when it’s too broken to survive.
“i can’t fix it,” he says. “i wish i could. but i’m not built for the kind of love you deserve.” you don’t know what to say. your throat’s closing up. your chest is a mess of cracks and bruises. your fingers dig into his arms and he still doesn’t let go.
for a second, the world just goes still. your face pressed into his hoodie, his arms around you like armor, the ache of everything you never got to be pressing down from all sides. then you whisper, “i just wanted you.” he closes his eyes and presses his chin to the top of your head. “i know.”
and it’s not enough.
but it’s something.
you stay like that for a long time, pressed against his chest, the weight of everything between you hanging in the air. you’re not crying as hard anymore, but your breath still hitches now and then. his hand stays on the back of your head, fingers in your hair, like he can’t stop touching you even if he wanted to. finally, your voice comes out small. “what if… what if we tried?” his chest rises and falls beneath your cheek, slow and tense. you feel it before he even says anything.
“you don’t know what you’re asking,” he murmurs. “you really don’t.” you pull back just enough to look up at him again, your hands still gripping the front of his hoodie. “maybe not. but i know what i feel. i know i want you, even after everything. i don’t care how messy it is, i don’t care how broken you think you are. i just... i just want to figure it out with you.”
his jaw clenches. he looks away, breathing hard through his nose like he’s trying not to snap. “you say that now, but give it a few months. i’ll fuck it all up again. i’ll hurt you again.” you shake your head. “you don’t know that.”
“yes, i do,” he says, harsh and bitter. “that’s the one thing i do know. i’ll say the wrong thing or push you away or get jealous and do something stupid, again. and you’ll hate me. and i’ll hate myself even more.”
“then let me hate you,” you whisper. “but let me decide.” his eyes cut back to yours. you keep going, voice trembling but sure. “you’ve spent two years deciding what’s best for me. you keep saying you’re protecting me, but what if that’s not what i want? what if all this time, i just needed you to stop pushing me away?”
he stares at you like he wants to believe you but doesn’t know how. “i’m not scared of your damage,” you say. “i’m scared of not having you at all.” his throat works like he’s swallowing glass.
“please,” you whisper. “we don’t have to call it anything. we don’t have to make it perfect. i just want a chance. with you. even if it’s just a maybe.” his hands tighten on your waist. you feel the shift in him before you hear it in his voice. “what if i say yes,” he murmurs, low and rough, “and i end up destroying you anyway?”
you search his face. “then at least i’ll know i wasn’t the only one who tried.” his expression crumples for half a second, just a flicker, there and gone, but it’s enough to tell you he feels it too. all of it. the love, the fear, the impossible ache of wanting something that feels like it shouldn’t belong to you.
he leans in slowly, resting his forehead against yours. your noses brush. his breath is shaky. “a maybe,” he echoes. “that’s all i can give you.” you nod. “i’ll take it.” he lets out a breath like a war is ending inside him. and for the first time in what feels like forever, he kisses your forehead. soft. deliberate. full of everything he’s never been able to say out loud.
you close your eyes and let it sink in.
not a fix. not a solution. not a promise of forever.
just… a maybe.
and maybe that’s enough for tonight.
"toji... let's go back to my dorm, i don’t want to deal with a party right now."
~
you didn’t say much on the way back. your fingers were laced in his, warm and rough, grounding you in the quiet dark as the two of you walked through mostly empty sidewalks. toji kept stealing glances at you like he was checking you were still real, still here with him. your hand in his, your steps matching his pace, the silence between you strangely soothing.
he stopped you once just before you turned onto the path leading to your dorm, pulling your hand gently and making you look at him. the streetlamp above you flickered like a heartbeat, painting soft yellow light across his face. he looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how. he opened his mouth, paused, then just said in that low, gravel voice, “are you sure?”
you nodded before he even finished the sentence.
inside, the dorm was quiet. your roommate was gone for the weekend and the place felt hollow in a comforting way. as soon as the door shut behind you, you turned to him and he was already looking at you like you were something delicate and holy and he didn’t know if he deserved to touch you.
you stepped into his space first, gently taking his face in your hands. he leaned into your touch like he’d been starving for it, letting out a quiet breath as his forehead pressed against yours.
“you okay?” you whispered.
“not even close,” he whispered back, and then you kissed him.
it started soft, like testing the waters of something you both knew had been there for years. his lips were warm and slow against yours, his hands moving to your waist like he was scared to hold you too tightly. you pulled him closer, fingers curling into the back of his shirt, grounding yourself in the heat of his body.
toji sighed into your mouth like the weight of every regret he ever had was being lifted off his chest with every brush of your lips. he kissed you like he was saying sorry, like he was saying everything he never had the courage to speak out loud. your hands were on his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his shirt, the slow thudding of his heart that was somehow calmer now that you were touching him.
he pulled back just slightly, eyes searching yours. “you don’t have to,”
“i want to,” you said instantly, no hesitation. your thumb brushed his cheek. “i want this.”
something cracked in him. he kissed you again, deeper this time, more certain. his hands roamed up your sides, under your shirt, fingers slow and reverent. you felt like the most precious thing in the world under his touch, and god, you’d waited so long to be wanted like this by him.
you guided him to your bed. he let you, letting you crawl backwards onto the mattress as he hovered over you, eyes dark and full of something almost too intense to hold. he kissed your jaw, your neck, down your collarbone, whispering your name between each press of his lips. your shirt came off in a blur and so did his, and the feel of his skin against yours was enough to make you tremble.
“fuck,” he muttered, pressing his forehead to your chest. “you’re so... i don’t even know, i’m losing it.” you cupped his jaw and tilted his face up so you could kiss him again. “then lose it with me.”
his hands moved carefully, learning every part of you like he’d never get another chance. he took his time, like he didn’t want to miss a single detail. he traced the curve of your hip, the dip of your waist, kissed every inch of skin he uncovered like it was sacred. you felt worshipped. like he was finally letting himself feel everything he’d buried beneath all the guilt and fear and self-loathing.
you tugged him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist, gasping softly when you felt the way he pressed against you. your fingers found the waistband of his jeans and he froze just for a second, looking down at you with that broken look he’d worn since the day he realized he loved you.
“you’re sure?” he asked again, voice low and tight.
“i’ve never been more sure of anything,” you said, threading your fingers through his hair. “just… be here with me.”
his eyes dropped to your mouth like he couldn’t help it. like something in him was still resisting but not strong enough to stop what he needed. his thumb brushed your cheek, slow and reverent, and then you felt it. his breath mingling with yours, his hand sliding behind your neck like he needed to anchor himself to you, and then he kissed you.
god, he kissed you like he’d been dying to. like he was sorry and starving and scared all at once. it wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t just lust. it was deep. full-bodied. a confession sealed between parted lips and quiet moans. his hands were rough from years of training and weightlifting but the way they held your face was so gentle it made your chest ache. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back like he was everything. because he was.
“missed you so much,” you breathed against his mouth, barely able to get the words out between kisses. “you hurt me so bad, toji…”
he groaned into your lips like the truth pained him. “i know, baby. i know.”
his voice cracked when he said it. there was guilt in his hands, too, how they ghosted over your body like he didn’t feel worthy of touching you even now. but you weren’t going to let him float away again. not tonight.
you reached for the hem of his hoodie and tugged it up, and he let you, watching you with that dark-eyed intensity like you were unwrapping something dangerous. he didn’t stop you, not even when your fingers danced over his abs, not even when your lips trailed kisses down his chest like every part of him deserved worship. his hand came to the back of your head, gentle pressure, not to control you, just to feel you. to feel that this was real.
“can’t believe you’re real,” he murmured, like he was saying it to himself. “can’t believe you still want me after all that.” you met his eyes, then kissed over his collarbone. “don’t make me regret it.”
his mouth twitched like he almost smiled, but he couldn’t hold it. not with how shaky he felt inside. you pushed him back until his knees hit the edge of your bed and then climbed into his lap, straddling him slow, your hands finding their way into his messy black hair. he looked up at you like you were the only thing in the world he wanted to see. his hands settled on your hips and stayed there, tight enough to ground him, loose enough to let you move how you needed.
you rocked into him gently and felt the low groan vibrate through his chest as he buried his face in your neck. “fuck. you’re gonna kill me,” he whispered, voice hoarse.
“then die with me,” you whispered back, kissing the shell of his ear, “if you’re gonna be dramatic.” toji laughed under his breath, shaky and soft, and you felt something in him melt for you. he held you tighter, his forehead pressed to yours, and you both breathed each other in. this was slow. this was real. not some hazy hookup or guilt-ridden goodbye. this was you, pouring everything you had into the way you touched him, kissed him, held him. this was toji, stripped down to something raw and trembling and human beneath all his bravado.
you guided his hands under your shirt, placed them over your bare waist, your ribs, your back. he explored you like he’d never touched you before, even though he knew your body better than most. his fingers left burning trails. his mouth followed. every kiss was an apology. every gasp he pulled from you was one more promise that he’d do better, be better, love you right if you’d let him.
you tugged at the waistband of his sweats and he sucked in a sharp breath, head dropping against your shoulder. “you sure?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
you cupped his jaw and made him look at you. “i’ve never been more sure of anything.” his lips crushed into yours before you could say another word, and this time it was urgent. all teeth and tongue and breathless need, hands sliding over bare skin like he was trying to memorize every inch. clothes fell away one by one, carelessly discarded, and soon it was just skin against skin, heat tangled between sheets, and the weight of everything left unsaid hanging in the air around you.
he moved slow. every inch, every roll of his hips, every kiss to your throat, your chest, your stomach, it was all deliberate. no rush. just the ache of needing to feel connected. you clung to him, gasping his name, whispering how much you loved him in between moans and desperate kisses, and he gave it all back to you without saying much at all.
his mouth told you in other ways.
his hands told you in reverence.
his body told you in devotion.
you lost count of the times he made you cry out for him. lost yourself in the way his fingers gripped your thighs and how his voice broke when he told you you were perfect. he held your hand while your bodies moved together like they were made for it, pressing kisses to your palm, your wrist, your collarbone like he could kiss away all the damage he’d done.
you were shaking in his arms by the end, a mess of limbs and sweat and whispered i love yous, and he just held you, his arms strong and warm and wrapped around your body like you were something to be protected. something to be cherished. he didn’t run. he didn’t shut down. he just stayed, kissing the top of your head, whispering against your skin, pulling the blanket over your shoulders like you were the most important thing in the world.
and maybe you were.
“still scared?” you murmured sleepily, fingers tracing over the lines of his chest.
he kissed your forehead and whispered, “terrified.”
but he didn’t let go.
and neither did you.
never again would either if you slip away from each other, because this was real, this was what you two had always yearned for.
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top sukuna this, dom sukuna that, but what about submissive sukuna??? and i do not mean you riding him while he lets you, i mean him actually chained up, wrists bound above his head, totally at your mercy.
every time he opens his mouth to say something cocky, you slap him. he just grins, showing his sharp teeth, blood on his lips and his messy pink hair all over his fucked-up face.
but that doesn’t stop him—absolutely not. he still proceeds to say some shit like, “when you take these chains off me, i’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you,” just to get under your skin even more. you spit in his mouth then, choke him until he can’t even make a sound, and the best part? he only gets harder for it, hips twitching like he’s begging for more.
you drag his cock through your folds, slow, just brushing his tip against your clit and sliding it down without ever letting him in. his hips jerk up, frustrated and he growls, “put that fuckin’ thing in your pussy.”
you smirk, keeping him right where you want him. “beg for it.”
and he scoffs, trying to keep his pride, spitting back, “in your fucking dreams, brat.” but the way you keep teasing him—tip nudging your entrance, never letting him inside—has him unraveling fast.
his glare falters, voice breaking as he finally caves, “fuck—please. please, baby, just put it in. i need it.”
and the sound of sukuna begging? yeah, that’s better than any orgasm.
synopsis: you stumble upon a cottage while out on a stroll one day. it's cute, quaint, and empty- so you're quick to make yourself at home. what's the worst that could happen?
or, goldilocks and the three bears but if the bears were men and goldilocks got a train ran on her.
warnings: slight crack, kinda bimbo reader and himbo satoru, marathon sex, F/M/M/M, p in v, spanking, light choking, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, creampie, unsafe sex - not a condom in sight don't do this irl, finger sucking, spanking, reverse cowgirl, standing sex, mirror sex, missionary, multiple orgasms everyone is cumming a lot, so several cum shots, degradation, praise, teasing, fingering, anal fingering, anal sex, squirting, im sorry, dacyphilia, power dynamics, dumbification
a/n: a long fic w my rebrand ! this is for my baby @cupidstrace fairy tale 1k event :3 ily and congrats on like 4 million followers now bc im months late sigh. art creds to the ultra talented @hunnismokah ! ok bye read the tags && enjoy my 8.7k words of porn with little plot
once upon a time, you were making your way through an enchanted forest (as one does), when you stumbled upon a small cottage. it was quaint, inviting, something about it drawing you in. and when you tested your luck, you found it was unlocked! pushing the wooden door open with a loud creak, you poked your head inside, taking a look around before calling out. you waited… and waited… but no response came. so, with a shrug and without a thought, you slipped inside, shutting the door behind you with a quiet thud.
the inside was straight out of a fairy tale— cute wooden furniture, woven rugs, bowls of porridge. most of these items coming in threes. there was a beautiful set of intricately carved chairs that piqued your interest first. you tried them out, one at a time, because you found the first to be much too hard, and the second was much too big. but the third one was juuust right. you lounged for a while, flicking through magazines and books on the coffee table at your feet, until you heard your stomach grumbling, starting to cramp painfully with hunger.
at that point, no one had come home, and the smell of porridge was wafting towards you, making your mouth water. getting up with a stretch, you made your way to the kitchen table, set with three little bowls and three wooden chairs. you sat at the first, taking a sip of the porridge, just to pull away with a yelp. it was much too hot. so you moved to the next bowl, dipping the spoon and bringing it to your lips, but this porridge was much too thick. still, you decided to try your luck with the last bowl, hoping for anything to quell your hunger even a little. and to your delight, this bowl of porridge was juuust right.
you yawned loudly, feeling tired after a warm meal, and you figured that you might as well search for a place to lie down for a while since, still, no one had returned home. you crept up the stairs, old, maple planks creaking under your feet until the bedroom loft came into view. and sure enough, there were three not-so-little beds, all lined up in a row. the first one you tried, adorned with dark purple sheets was much too stiff. so you moved to the next, the bed with blue and white striped sheets, but it was much too soft. sighing, you approached the last bed, messily made with black and red plaid sheets, crawling under the covers to find that it was juuust right.
you're not sure how long you were asleep before you were pulled from your slumber by muffled voices talking quickly. you stirred, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as they blink open, blurry vision focusing in on the faces of three large men peering over you.
"well, well, look who's awake," the one with dark hair remarks at the sight of your consciousness.
you jolt, legs peddling you away from them until your back hits the headboard. you're staring at them with wide eyes, gaze flicking between each face as you take in your situation— it seems the owners of this little cottage have finally returned. the only thing is you didn't expect them to be so… burly.
the one with pink hair is watching you suspiciously, narrowed eyes tracing over your figure as he lets out a displeased hum. "you the one who ate my food?" you stammer out a response that's less of a word and more of a squeak of confusion. "left theirs alone, but my fuckin' bowl's empty," he clarifies.
"well… the others were either too hot or too thick…" you explain meekly. and that pulls a smirk out of each of them, a sharp laugh from the one with white hair who's been quiet until now.
he pipes up again, bright eyes shining down at you with a mischievous glint, "and the last one was what, just right?
"she thinks she's goldilocks or something," the one with pink hair mumbles again, the one with black hair chuckling beside him.
your brows knit as your gaze switches to him, "oh, no i don't have any gold, i'm sorry." his mouth pulls into a straight line, eyes squinting further. you're not sure why he looks so peeved, but the man with snowy hair is laughing harder now.
"like the fairy tale, y'know? goldilocks and the three bears." he clarifies, to which you just shake your head at him. "it's alright. how'd you get here anyways?" he asks.
"well, i was just on my hot girl walk, and i must've missed some signs but then i saw this place and it looked cute," you state with a shrug.
"so you just waltzed in?" the man with tattoos shouts, "that's breaking and entering, you know."
your hands fly up in surrender, "i didn't break anything, i swear!"
"hey, ease up on her," the man with black hair chimes in finally.
wide blue eyes are locked on you, paired with a wide grin, "we were just on our hot bear walk, which is why we weren't here."
"bear?" you question, head cocking to the side, but then it clicks. "ohhh, like the story," you giggle, "that's funny."
he looks proud that you liked his joke, but the mean tattooed one doesn't look amused in the slightest, ogling the two of you with a disapproving, baffled expression. tweedle dee and tweedle dum.
a heavy tension settles over the four of you, only finally being cut when the man with snowy hair claps his hands together loudly. "i've got it!" he announces, everyone now staring at him quizzically. "let's let goldilocks decide for herself which one of us is juuust right," he says cheerily.
it was a stupid idea. one proposed by a stupid man who was too horny for his own good, considering he lives in the middle of the woods and likely doesn't get many women stumbling upon his home— and definitely none as cute as the one they found in his roommate's bed.
but still, everyone must've been feeling the same way since a few pleasantries later and you're straddling satoru, knees on either side of his thighs, hands on his shins. he's got one hand around the base of his freed cock and the other on your lower back as he lines himself up with your cunt. you lower yourself, little by little, gasping when the tip of his cock prods at your dripping entrance.
"just like that— keep goin' baby," he coos from behind you, hand sliding to your waist to give it a soft squeeze. a shudder courses through your body as the head slips inside. "fuck…" satoru rasps, entranced by the way your cunt sucks him in, lips spreading and closing around the mushroom tip as you sit yourself onto him.
he lets you take your time, lets you adjust to the curve of him with each buried inch— he likes how slow you are, how you're taking your time, quivering slightly with pleasure and uncertainty. he likes the way you crane your neck to look between your thighs, only to let out a whine when you see how much there is left to go.
sukuna and toji like it too. now, if you were riding either of their cocks, they would have slammed their hips up into you ages ago— ever the impatient ones, but you're not. you're riding satoru, which means they're free to chase the release they want. spit soaked hands wrapped around each of their cocks, stroking languidly as they watch you closely. the weight of their gazes is impossible to ignore, drawing a flush to your cheeks and a burning between your thighs.
your eyes slide shut, head falling back as your mouth parts, soft pants falling from your lips as you sink lower until he hits that spongy spot inside you. "o-oh, fuck," you whine, fingernails digging into his pale skin, making him hiss between his teeth. the hand that was gripping his base moves to your back, caressing softly as he hums, "doing so good— half way there, sweets."
"h-huh?" you stutter out, neck snapping down and eyes shooting open as your brows knit together in confusion. until you see he's right. your gaze finding the place where your bodies meet, just to see how much longer you have to go until you can take all of him.
condescending snickers float through the air around you, the two other men finding your reaction amusing. their eyes meet in silent communication, a wordless bet between the two about whether or not they think you'll ever be able to take all of him. your breath trembles, your cheeks burning and thighs clenching as you avert your eyes from their burning stares.
satoru can tell you're flustered by them, if not by the way you're obviously embarrassed, but by the way you're clenching around him, pulling a strangled sound from his lips. "can't tell if you're bothered by them, or if you like it," he murmurs, thumb tracing along your soft skin.
"she likes it," toji chimes in confidently.
"that true?" satoru asks you.
"course she does," sukuna answers for you, "bet it's half the reason she's soakin' your cock right now."
you blush brighter, head tilting to look at him with a sharp glare that just makes him smirk, because he knows that you know he's right. everyone can see it, the way your slick is glistening, pearly droplets now sliding down satoru's shaft— the part that has yet to be buried inside you.
"see, she's fuckin' dripping now," he remarks again.
toji hums in agreement, fist tightening slightly around his girth, "go on— wet enough to take all of him now, aren't ya?"
your eyes clamp shut, shaking your head. "i can't—"
"you can," toji cuts you off, "said you'd fuck all of us— don't act like that cryin' pussy can't take one lil' cock."
"not little," you whimper, "'s too long."
and if only you could see the way satoru's chest practically swelled with pride at your admission, but all you saw was the unimpressed look on sukuna and toji's faces, one that told you they didn't care.
they didn't care that their eyes were making you clench harder around satoru's length, making it more difficult to let him in, nor that he really was so long— your eyes widening like saucers when you saw him free inch after inch of his pale, veiny shaft. only now, everyone's already been waiting long enough for the show to start, a sense of boredom starting to creep in on your two voyeurs.
satoru's hips twitch beneath you, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he fights not to buck up into you. he wants to let you set the pace, be in control so you can feel more comfortable before you have to deal with toji and sukuna… but even sweet, sweet gojo has his limits, and he can feel his resolve fraying with each contraction of your slick, gummy walls around his cock.
"c'mon, it'll feel good, trust me," he urges you on, wiggling his hips again. each little movement shimmies you down a little further, your breath hitching in your throat when his tip finally pushes further than you've ever been filled before.
you swing your arms behind you instead, stretching your stomach as you arch your back. taking a deep breath you finally release the tension in your quads, letting yourself slide the rest of the way until your ass is pressed up against satoru's pelvis, every bit of his pride settled deep inside you.
toji and sukuna wordlessly pick up the pace, hands moving in sync, faster, tighter at the sight of you. back bent and chest up as you let your head hang back, a sigh of pleasure and relief falling from your glossy lips. your nipples pebbled, skin dewy, and your cunt— the prettiest pussy, all sticky and glossy and stuffed to the brim.
"told ya, doll— slutty hole sucked in every inch," toji drawls, the baritone of his voice accompanied by the wet sound of his fist wrapped tight around his dick, "go on, ride him."
you roll your hips, getting used to the feeling of satoru inside you, the feeling of him rubbing along your walls, his tip prodding in new territory making you moan. he meets your movements, feet planted on the bed so he can fuck up into you at your pace— slowly at first, hands smoothing up your back, gently caressing your waist in a way that makes you melt. a way that makes you think surely he's nicer than the other two.
and he usually is, just not when he's been oh, so understanding and caring for so long already, and he knows that you can take it. they all know you can take whatever they give you.
so it's not long before he's got both his hands on your hips, all ten fingers digging into the flesh as he bounces you on his cock, the loud slap of skin on skin ringing out between your cries whenever his hips hit the fat of your ass.
you're slumped forward again, hands on his knees to try and ground yourself but it's hardly working. each slam of his hips, each kiss of his tip against your cervix has you making sounds you never thought you'd hear from yourself— loud and obscene, they sound straight out of a porno and so unlike the cute girl the men found sleeping in their home.
"fuck! s-satoru, slow down— oh my, fuck," you whine.
"can't, sweets. feels too- fuck- good." he sounds just as pitchy as you, just as desperate, and he knows you don't really mean it— not with the way you're blabbering on after, telling him to keep going, telling him how fucking good he feels, how deep he's hitting. "god, look at you," he groans, half-lidded eyes tracing over the curve of your spine, the beads of sweat streaking down your skin, the jiggle of your ass each time you bounce back down on his cock. "so perfect... can't believe we found you."
"'toru, toruuu." your thighs burn despite him doing most of the work for you, lifting you up and slamming you back down, over and over, and the relentless, monotonous pace is lighting that familiar fire low in your core. each thrust, each word from your two onlookers, from the man beneath you— it's all kindling. "fuck, fuck, shi-toru 'm gonna cum."
"got a filthy fuckin' mouth," toji mutters, sukuna humming in agreement. "should fill it up, give her somethin' better t'do," he grunts, cock twitching in his hand at the thought of your hot mouth wrapped around him instead.
sukuna's picturing it too. toji can tell by the way his eyes flutter shut, a ragged sigh escaping him that morphs into a guttural groan, "fuuuck, yeah." his head falls forward, pink locks damp with sweat falling over his closed eyes as he imagines it. imagines you with those lips parted around his length, tongue swirling around his shaft instead of is spit-soaked fingers. imagines it's you, hollowing your cheeks, sucking him in tight instead of him squeezing his fist with each stroke. "yeah, just like that— keep suckin' me like that, baby."
he's shameless. they all are. but it's not like you're any better. you only get louder, your pussy wetter at the sound of sukuna talking himself up to his peak. the knowledge that it's you who he wants, you who he's picturing making him feel good— it's enough to send you over the edge.
you keen, a jumbled mess of their names spilling from your lips— you know you should probably be screaming satoru's since he's the one rutting into you, but you can't help it. not when toji and sukuna are half the reason you're now gushing around satoru's dick as he continues to spear you.
"o-oh you feel so good," he whines, "'m so close, please—"
he's also not quite sure what he's begging for— for you to keep riding him? for you to let him keep fucking you as he has been? for you to let him spill inside you? it doesn't matter. you're not even in a state right now to give him an answer to any of them, but even if you could gather your thoughts you know the answers would be yes, yes, yes.
you're slumped over, panting and trembling as satoru keeps up his pace, his grip turning bruising as he chases his release. brows knit and eyes rolling back, the look on his face coupled with the pathetic whimpering coming from you and the sound of your pussy sloshing around him is enough to bring toji to the edge too.
sukuna's already cumming in his hand, loud and messy, by the time toji makes his way over to you. fist pumping fast, you can see his muscled legs before you through hazy vision, can hear his voice through the ringing in your ears. "lean back, doll. lemme see those tits again."
and without a thought, your body obeys, spine curving again, shaky arms sliding behind you to rest on satoru's quads you put yourself on display once more.
"fuck, there they are," he groans, "gonna cum all over 'em— you want that?"
"mhmmm," you nod, looking up at him with a look of pure need through your daze and that alone is enough to have his cock twitching in his palm. a few more pumps, a few more grunts and he's done. sticky, white ropes of cum paint your chest, your nipples, it's already starting to dribble down to your stomach.
"aw shiiit," satoru groans, "fuck i'm cumming—" and with that, a hand slides to your back, pushing you forward. you're too shaky to catch yourself properly, head collapsing all the way forward into the mattress between his legs. ass up for him, satoru's got one hand groping at you while the other's jerking his dick, hand moving fast and squeezing tight so he doesn't loose that feeling of you, up, down, up, down until he's convulsing, more white splattering across your rear— your asshole, each cheek, the hand that was palming you, all coated in satoru's release.
"god damn, satoru," sukuna's voice rings out, "don't think i've ever seen you cum that much."
"y-yeah," he breathes, completely spent, "pussy's incredible."
you grumble something incoherent into the mattress, body shifting around until you're lying flat next to satoru.
"uh-uh, get up," toji states flatly, "not tappin' out before my turn, mrs. incredible."
groaning in weak protest, you flip over to your back so you can scowl up at him. "but 'm already sore," you complain.
"don't worry, i'll do the work— jus' need ya to stand up f'me."
satoru and sukuna exchange a look— they already know what toji has planned for you. living together as long as they did, they knew… a lot about one another. their favorite colors, foods, positions. and toji was always one who liked to be in control, and if there was a way to show off his strength while doing it, well, that was even better.
mere seconds after you're able to stand, toji's scooping you up in his arms, adjusting quickly until you're chest to chest, both your thighs in his hands, and his already hard cock starting to push inside you. "toji!" you yelp, barely being given time to adjust to his size before he's starting to slide you down onto him. you thought after satoru you'd have no issues taking any of the other men— but you were sorely mistaken. satoru was long, yes, but toji? he was all girth.
"look at that," he groans. you turn your head, scanning the room lazily until you see what he's talking about. the full-body mirror hung up on the wall between the beds, next to you. you can see everything. every ridge and valley of the muscles carved into toji's body, the purple splotches on your hip, the veins that litter the cock that's half-way buried between your glistening folds.
it's fucking obscene, but if you look away, over his shoulder, you're only met with a burning crimson stare that's almost worse.
toji adjusts his grip, pulling you down further, splitting you open in a way that satoru wasn't able to. the stretch is painful, your slick walls being spread wide around him as he presses inside steadily until your pelvis meets his. "oh god, fuck—" you whimper, arms wrapping around his neck as you bury your face into the crook of it.
"so fuckin' tight," he grits through a clenched jaw, "you sure you fucked her, satoru?"
"shut up," he shouts from where he's still laid on the bed, catching his breath.
sukuna's watching intently, his own soft cock now twitching with signs of life again at the rosy hue on your cheeks and the way you're clinging to toji like he's not the one about to ruin you.
toji's hands slide along your supple skin until he's squeezing the fat of your ass, feeling for himself what he wanted to the minute he saw you climb on top of his friend. he pulls one hand away, letting it fall back to its place with a hard smack! making you jolt forward, into him. "ready, doll?" he asks, though you have a feeling no matter what you said, by the time your answer reached his ears, his mind would have twisted it into an enthusiastic yes.
but still, you nod against him, mumbling a soft, "'m ready," which earns you an attagirl, punctuated with another slap to your ass.
if you'd known that toji's question was the last small act of kindness that you'd receive from him all night, you might've hesitated a bit more. but you didn't. and he's making damn sure that you don't have a second to think about your potential mistake, immediately tugging your hips away from his and ramming them back down. "sh-shit!" you wrap your arms tighter around his neck, a hand carding through the hair on the back of his head.
biceps bulging, feet planted firmly on the ground, he's fucking you down onto him like you weigh nothing— just a toy for him to use how he pleases, which is just how he likes it. you're soaked already too, having cum once before, pussy slick with your arousal and sweat making it easier for him to bully his cock into you.
and no matter how many times he pushes inside, stretches you out, thrust after thrust it still feels like you're taking him for the very first time, like you'd never even fucked someone before him, let alone tonight.
"a-ahfuck! toji s-slow down," you whine, teeth sinking into his shoulder to stop yourself from crying out.
he hisses through clenched teeth at the sharp sting before a low chuckle rumbles in his chest. he's laughing. at you, because how could you even think he'd listen to you. "never were the smartest, huh?" he grunts, eyes sliding back to the mirror for another good look at you. ass red and legs trembling, your face is buried in his neck, yet he can still see how tight you have your eyes squeezed shut. "open your eyes," he commands, drawing a loud squeak from you when he spanks you again, hard.
your eyelids flutter open, but you're still not looking where toji wants you to. instead, your gaze is now locked on sukuna who's tugging gently on his half-hard cock, leaning lazily against the wall as he stares at you silently. he's unreadable, expression neutral in a way that makes your stomach flip— whether he's enjoying your little show or not is hard to tell from his face alone, the only indication being the way he keeps stroking himself languidly.
"somethin' else got your attention?" toji's gravelly voice rasps in your ear, "y'like bein' watched that much? rather look at him?"
"n-no, i don't—," you mumble, turning to share a look with him in the mirror. and you really can understand why he wanted to do this. it's fuckin' dirty— the way he's positioned you both so that he can make you watch him fuck you, reduce you into nothing but a whining mess in his arms. it's all the more obvious how much power he has over you in this moment. and that, draws a moan from you.
"you do— stranglin' me whenever you see him watching us."
your eyes cut back up to sukuna, pussy clenching tight around toji in a way that makes him groan wildly, proving his point. his grip on your ass tightens as he ruts into you harder, his pace slowing just so he can make sure each thrust is as deep as possible, burying his dick to the hilt each and every time.
"fuck, toji, please!" you croak, "s'too much, t-too thick—"
"yeah? fuck, doll, loosen up, shit."
"c-can't," you mewl, sniffling as you feel tears pricking your eyes at the overwhelming feeling budding in your chest, the tingling in your core as you feel your orgasm building much too quickly again. it's all making your head spin— sukuna, and now gojo, burning holes into you with their stares, toji's bruising grip, the way his girth is plowing into your already overstimulated cunt, abusing your g-spot mercilessly.
"fuck— you fuckin' crying?" sukuna finally speaks, cock pulsing in his hand.
toji smirks, the sight of you only adding to his already overinflated ego, "aw, poor thing, it hurt?" he asks with feigned sympathy.
you sniff again, voice raspy as you try to reply, "feels good, but—"
"so quit sniveling," he cuts you off, spanking you again. hot pain spreads across the skin on your ass, searing when he squeezes the area just after smacking it, nails returning to their position of digging into your flesh.
the tears that were sitting pretty in your waterline start to fall, shimmering rivulets rolling over your burning cheeks, down to your chin, and eventually onto toji's shoulder where you bury your face again. he can feel it, the wetness from your eyes, your hot breath fanning against his damp skin, all of it making his dick twitch inside you— if he could get any harder he would've.
instead, he just gets meaner. grip adjusting so he slides a hand inward, chuckling again at the way your body tenses when you feel the pad of his finger brush against your asshole. "w-wait," you start, but no more words follow, only a sound somewhere between a moan and a sob when you feel his finger rubbing tight circles around your rim, each motion fluid, lubricated with what's yet to dry of satoru's spend.
"fuck, yeah, you like that? havin' your ass played with?" your eyes flutter open again at the question, just in time to see sukuna's ears practically perking up, his neck craning to get a look at how toji's touching you.
sukuna's cock is fully hard again, satoru's own length starting to twitch once more as he lingers on the bed, watching everything quietly. toji presses, applying more pressure, relishing in the way your pussy clamps down around him as both your holes clench.
you can't help it anymore— that you're desperate. you can't be bothered to pretend like you're not completely and utterly willing to surrender yourself to toji at a moment's notice. even if you wanted to try, you know your body would betray you.
your cunt is already sopping wet again, slick sounds echoing through the room each time toji forces his cock back in, white webs of arousal visibly coating his shaft whenever he pulls out. and every dirty word that falls from his tongue, each spank and squeeze and brush of his hand against your ass just has your walls fluttering.
"more," you whine, "wan' more, please." your stomach flips as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of your release, rambling on more into his ear, just begging him to cum. but he's not ready to be done with you yet.
"knew y'were a slut," he grunts, but he's grinning wide, teeth bared as he watches himself in the mirror, hand adjusting once more to replace his finger with his thumb. he's resumes rubbing you, coating the digit in satoru's cum before pressing harder. "gotta relax, doll— don't ya wanna feel good?"
you nod fervently into him, starting to roll your hips pathetically, even though you're unable to keep up with his pace— but you just want to cum. and then he slows. you moan in frustration, feeling your orgasm slipping away, but his other hand is stroking your ass soothingly until your muscles relax and his thumb finally slips inside your tightest hole.
"o-oh fuuuck, 'ji." and then you're whimpering again at the pressure inside your rear, having already forgotten about the orgasm that he denied you. it's pathetic how much influence toji has over you, all pliant in his arms so long as he's giving you something.
he's got the rest of his hand splayed out across your lower back, thumb just hooked inside you like an anchor for his grip, but it feels like he's squeezing your walls tight between his hand and cock now.
"so good," he moans, "sukuna's gonna fuckin' love you, ain't that right?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at the tattooed man who only grunts in reply.
you glance up at sukuna again, watching through watery eyes as he spits in his hand before bringing it back down to his dick. he flashes you an easy grin, eyes hungry and clouded with lust in a way that makes your chest swell with anticipation and your pussy flutter around toji.
and as much as toji loves the way you get wetter, louder, when you notice sukuna staring at you, he's a prideful man. and one who wants to cum knowing all your attention is on him.
another loud crack! rings out as toji's hand collides with your skin one last time. "toji! f-fuck!"
"eyes on me," he growls, grips tightening as he accelerates once more. he's sweating now, using every last ounce of his energy to make sure you cum before he does.
"haah— oh god, t-'ji," you sob, mouth falling open as moan after moan falls from your pretty lips, eyes rolling back as he fucks you down onto him, thumb rubbing along the inside of your asshole as his cock ruts into your abused walls.
you're driven to that peak again, the steady, ruthless rhythm of his thrusts winding the coil in your core tighter and tighter as you're forced to watch in the mirror— not daring to disobey his command when you're so close again. the arousal coating his cock is starting to form a frothy, white ring forming at the base. it's lewd, how wet you are before you've even cum again, but you can't help it with how thick toji is, cock big enough to press hard against every spot along your walls.
"gonna cum? you're fuck- fuckin' chokin' my cock again, doll."
he's teasing, but he shouldn't be. he knows he's right behind you, moaning unabashed, meat already pulsing inside you. but it's not until you're crying out his name like a prayer, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders, that he lets himself go. lets himself shake with you, holding to you like a vice as he sheaths himself one last time— your cunt and his cock spasm together as you cream on his dick, his own cum spurting inside you, coating your walls.
"fuuuck, yeah— g'na fuckin' fill you up," he pants, still buried inside you so he can watch in the mirror as his seed starts to leak out- a sticky, white film seeping from where your bodies are connected.
when toji finally pulls out, still holding you up with your legs folded and spread apart, he angles you juuust right so your leaking pussy's on display for the other men.
"holy shit," satoru breathes from his spot on the bed, admiring with wide eyes as the rest of toji's cum mixed with yours drips from your poor cunt, each ragged breath you take pushing out more for them to see. sukuna's hand stills, scared if he moves it another millimeter he'll be cumming in it for the second time, and he wants to make sure if he cums again tonight— it's inside you.
toji walks you back over to the bed, practically kicking satoru onto the ground before dropping you on the mattress. the three men have you surrounded in an instant, looming torsos caging you in at every end of the bed, and as much of a sight as it is— each hulking form, chiseled and glistening with sweat, boasting a set of abs trailing down to a pretty cock— they're each convinced that the sight of you beneath them is unparalleled.
naked form sprawled on the sheets, toji's cum has long dried on your chest which is still heaving, your nipples perking up before them in the open air, the temperature a stark contrast to the heat that was radiating off toji. the muscles in your legs quiver slightly as you squirm under their gazes, legs shifting together to try and hide the mess between them. but they already know what it looks like— white seed between your puffy folds, surrounded by the flushed skin of your ass that was treated oh, so harshly by the raven haired man.
sukuna shifts, drawing your attention fully to him as he crawls onto the bed. he encroaches slowly, knees shuffling forward as you two gaze at one another silently. the tension settling between you two is palpable, satoru and toji exchanging a glance with one another, but neither one speaking lest they interrupt.
"lemme see you," he rasps, large hands trailing up your thighs, coming to rest on your knees. he doesn't even need to pry, his voice alone has your stomach turning, heart beating wildly as you let your legs fall open for him. "fuck…" he breathes, bringing two fingers to run through your slit, your hips bucking instinctively at the touch, "eager little thing. two cocks not enough for you?"
there's a teasing lilt to his voice, and something else you can't quite place. sukuna's been difficult for you to read all night— quieter than the others, but when he speaks, you're not sure what to make of it. sometimes he's harsh, crass, words stinging sharper than toji's hand, and other time's he's reserved, tone flat and uninterested. and you find yourself feeling you'd rather have the former.
so you shake your head. "want yours, sukuna," you coo, a hand coming to rest atop his, guiding his fingers inside your aching pussy. you mewl, head falling back as he pushes further, the feeling of being full again both painful and pleasurable. his other hand splays across your stomach, smoothing up your torso as he works his fingers inside you.
calloused fingertip dance across your skin, pawing at your breasts, pinching your nipples lightly making you sigh and roll your hips against the heel of his hand. "so greedy," he muses, sliding his hand higher up your chest, lightly trailing along your collarbone before resting heavy against your neck. "just love feelin' full, that it?"
you nod quickly, a strangled moan tumbling from you as his hand tightens around your neck, his buried fingers curling inside you, prodding at that sweet spot finally. "mmf-fuck sukuna, please," you whine, his fingers scissoring and pumping, stretching you out again. the actions squelch loud, making the skin on your face prickle with heat.
and then he's pulling out slow, a low groan rumbling in his chest at the string of slick connecting his fingers to your cunt, the webs that form when he spreads the digits apart. you whine at the emptiness, making him chuckle, but he heeds your complaint, rough pads returning to you, only lower. he's circling your ass, pressing a finger in gently to which you don't protest. instead, you're arching, back coming off the mattress, neck still pinned down by his hand.
"what am i gonna do with you," he mutters, pensive as he languidly pumps the digit in and out of your asshole a few time before pressing another in alongside it. "a-ahh, s'kuna…" he's been hearing your moans all night, the honeyed sound of your voice never failing to reach his ears, but this? knowing it's finally because of him, finally getting to hear you panting his name? it's unmatched.
"you ever done anal?" he asks, eyes never leaving the sight of his fingers, entranced by the way your ass pushes them out just to suck them back in each time.
"uh-uh," you reply weakly, shaking your head as much as you can with his hand wrapped around your throat.
"mmm," he hums, "you gonna let me?" sukuna's eyes finally cut up to yours, his pupils blown wide with desire, the intensity of his stare drawing goosebumps to your skin, a shiver coursing through you as you nod meekly. "thaaat's a good girl."
it's almost embarrassing how much of an effect four little words can have on you— but the minute they leave his tongue, wrapped in his silken baritone your stomach is fluttering, pure need melting into something even stronger.
you can feel the motion of his fingers inside you, the steady retracting, sliding out of you until you're left pulsing around nothing.
normally, sukuna would tease you, play with you longer, work you up til the point where you're a sniveling mess begging for him to fuck you just to deny you again— but he's been waiting long enough. he's certain all the blood in his body must've rushed down to his dick with the way it's aching painfully, throbbing with a pulse of its own.
"you ready?" he grunts, the hand that was inside you now wrapped around the base of his cock so he can slap the shaft against your cunt. each hit has you squirming more, the thick head tapping against your swollen clit. "yeah you are," he mutters, more to himself than you, red irises glued to the sight of your pussy clamping around nothing.
"just be gentle," you mumble, apprehension starting to pool in your belly as you feel his cock sliding through your folds a few times before slipping lower, the tip prodding at your ass now.
sukuna smirks at that, flashing sharp canines at you before loosening the hand on your throat so he can stroke your cheek soothingly. "don't worry… gonna take good care of you," he replies with a softness you didn't expect from him.
you relax, legs shifting further apart to let his wide torso settle between them. each shuffle closer to you has his cock pushing forward. you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, biting back the moan that threatens to escape, a wordless reply to the painful stretch. "fuuck, jus' lemme put the tip in— it'll feel better after," he groans as your hands fly to his forearms.
he presses more, your nails burrowing into his skin like you're determined to have him feel the same sting as you until finally, you feel the fat mushroom head slip inside, your asshole closing down around after it. "shit— there ya go…" sukuna's hands come to rest beside your head, his body hovering over yours. his head is tucked into his chest so he can watch the rest of his shaft sliding in further, and further, lubricated by your slick and the release of the men you were with before him. "god, that feels good."
your moans harmonize as he bottoms out, pelvis finally pressed against yours he stills, seething through a clenched jaw, he looks at you. face inches from yours, breath mingling hot and humid, you're staring up at him. his eyes scan your face, the furrow in your brows, the glassy film over your eyes, your swollen lips, indented and red from being tugged between your teeth.
your chin shifts, tilts upwards, your mouth slightly agape— he knows what you want. knows that you're probably craving even a glimmer of affection after being fucked senseless twice already. just the tender brush of his lips against yours, the feeling of his tongue swiping at your lips, twirling against your own. he's so close, it would be so easy.
sukuna brings a hand back to your face, relishing in the way you lean into his touch, the way your mouth parts further as he swipes his thumb along your bottom lip, wetting it with your sweat and saliva. your lashes flutter, gaze desperate as you look at him, plead with him silently for something he doesn't plan on giving you.
instead, he slips his thumb inside your mouth, rolling his hips for the first time since entering you, grinning at the choked moan that vibrates against his digit. he knows you wanted more than a finger in your mouth, but still your lips close, cheeks hollowing and tongue twirling around it as you whimper at the feeling of his cock dragging slowly inside you.
"bet that mouth would feel fuckin' amazing wrapped around my cock," he mutters, pushing his thumb further, knuckles hitting your teeth as you gag. "might be the only thing it's good for."
your eyebrow knit together further, pupils shaking- he knows how you're feeling without you needing to say a word. you probably thought satoru was the sweet one. just to be proven wrong when he had you bouncing on his dick. then there's toji, who you never expected anything but a rough fuck from. and you'd probably thought of sukuna the same way, until he was crawling up on the bed with you. giving you sweet praises and checking in with you.
sure, it was manipulative, but he needed you relaxed, comfortable— otherwise he'd have never fit his cock in your ass.
he pulls his thumb out with a pop, smearing the residual saliva along your cheek because he's going to want to hear you now. wants to hear you sobbing his name as he pulls his hips back before slamming them into you.
"sukuna, fuck! o-oh god."
again. and again. he's a man obsessed, rutting into your ass relentlessly now, each moan, each cry from your throat spurring him on.
"yeah, jus' like that, baby— keep fuckin' saying my name like that."
it's new. a different kind of feeling than you're used to. the stretch feels bigger, wider, because your ass is just that much tighter. it's squeezing down around sukuna in a way that toji and satoru couldn't experience, no matter how hard you came around them.
"so greedy- sh-shit- suckin' me back in," he grunts, "y'want more? can't get enough?"
"mmfuck! s'kuna please," you're whining, writhing on the bed beneath him, eyes clamped shut with your head thrown back. "harder!"
"god damn, woman," he grits, sweat beading on his forehead as he pushes himself further, muscles straining as he finds himself keeping up with you now. your hips are thrusting up off the mattress, fucking yourself against him as his hips ram against your ass, his heavy balls smacking into you. "put your arms up."
you obey blindly, hands coming up above your head just for him to pin both wrists under one large hand. his free one trails down your side, a low groan rumbling in his throat at the sight of you trapped beneath him, ass stuffed full, your poor neglected pussy dripping with your arousal, beads of slick trailing down to the top of his cock just to be pushed into your other hole.
"so fuckin' wet— you always- fuck- like that?" you shake your head first, mumbling something incoherent before nodding after, too focused on the feeling of his length dragging along your inside to care about whatever he's asking you. "christ, already fucked stupid? 's okay, just feels too good, ain't that right?"
"uh-huh," you moan, before crying out, "fuck!" your eyes fly open, darting down to the place where your bodies meet to see his free hand now burrowed inside your cunt. two fingers curling and pumping again, moving with his body as he thrusts into you harder now.
you've been so focused on sukuna, so distracted by the stretch of his cock in your ass and now the feeling of his fingers pressing against your gummy walls, you don't even notice the two sets of muscled thighs on either side of your head.
"fuck, sukuna— you're gonna fuck her unconscious," satoru mumbles, his stiff length settled in his palm.
"nah, she can take it," toji chimes in, stroking his own girth opposite the white haired man. "look's like he's juuust right, actually."
each hit of sukuna's hips against yours has you keening, has your back arching and pussy clenching as every thought that isn't about your impending orgasm flies out of your mind. too fucked out to hear the murmuring above you, the lewd squelching of sukuna's fingers blending with the slapping of skin against skin. you're in too much of a daze to notice the tears that returned to your eyes, nor the saliva that's pooling in your mouth, threatening to trickle out.
"poor girl, crying again," satoru remarks, "fuck, she looks pretty when she does though."
"yeah, she does," toji grunts, "how's she feel sukuna?"
"fuckin' amazing, tight little ass is squeezin' the shit outta my cock." his voice is strained, words coming out chopped as he struggles to focus on holding your arms still while fingering and fucking you. "she's clampin' down round my fingers too—" his eyes cut up to your face, a feral grin cracking across his own at the state of you.
your eyes are glossed over and rolling back, salty droplets sliding from them to meet the drool now escaping the corners of your mouth— god, that mouth— lips parted and glossy as you still pant and moan, babbling an incoherent mix of his name and curses, pleases and thank yous.
"gonna cum, baby?" he rasps, and when you don't reply toji brings a hand to your face, tapping lightly against your cheek until your eyes slide to meet sukuna's gaze. "said you gonna cum?" he repeats.
you nod fervently, "mhmm wanna cum," your voice is pitchy now, laced with need as the pit in your stomach and the tingling in your core grow stronger, only it's different. your eyes grow wider, moaning and writhing, you stutter, "f-feels like 'm g-gonna pee, kuna— s-slow down."
"yeah? fuck, y'gonna squirt for me?"
"i-i don't—" you've never done that before. unfamiliar with what it feels like, slight panic and embarrassment course through you but sukuna's not letting up— if anything he's getting faster, thrusting into you harder than he was before. "kuna, wait— fuck!" you cry out, chest heaving as tears start to stream steadily from your eyes when your orgasm washes over you. you're shuddering, cunt pulsing rapidly as your watery release gushes onto sukuna's hand, his stomach, the sheets beneath you.
"ahh- yeah, that's it— make a mess all over me," sukuna growls, actions unrelenting as he keeps fucking you through the aftershock of your climax. "god you're fuckin' nasty."
your ribs shake as you cry harder, overstimulated your cunt burns from the friction of his fingers thrusting into it, your ass stinging from the stretch of his hefty cock— it's all too much, but fuck if it isn't like anything you've experienced before.
"you okay, sweets?" satorus voice rings out, soft and compassionate despite the fact that he's bucking into his fist faster now, pearly beads of precum leaking from his tip at how ruined you are.
"m—ah-more," you hiccup, "f-full."
"sure are, doll," toji grunts, the speed of his hips rivaling satoru's, and he's not even sure how he has any more cum left inside him at this point— but all he knows is he'll be damned if he doesn't get to cum one more time with you here tonight.
"jus' a cockdrunk cumslut, huh?" sukuna grunts, harsh words cutting through your haze and sending another flutter to your core. "lucky you're so pretty— shit- 'specially like this."
and he really meant it. the vision of you laid out before him, lower half of your body glistening in your own juices, ass and pussy filled to the brim with him, it would be etched into his memory forever.
"a-ah fuck, 'm gonna cum," he groans, pulling back, finally releasing your sore wrists, only you're too limp to move them. both his hands come to adjust your legs, resting your ankles on his shoulders. biceps flexing, his arms move to wrap around your thighs, hugging them tight. he uses them as leverage to rut into you, chasing his own release with seemingly endless stamina until his hips stutter, his pace faltering before his hips still.
"a-ahhfuck," sukuna moans loud and unabashed as his cock pulses, his seed filling your ass. but he doesn't pull out. not yet. he stays, his cock softening inside you as he keeps you laid out before him because there's still two more people who haven't finished. "go on n' cum on her face," he breathes out, panting softly.
satoru and toji are grunting, neither one able to reply, fearful that the effort it would take to form a sentence would detract from the high they're so close to. their hands and hips move wildly to meet one another, and each man is imagining the feeling of your heavenly pussy. they remember what it felt like to press inside you for the first time, the feeling of your velvety walls gliding along their shafts, the feeling of you trembling when you cum—
and that's enough. sensitive and twitchy, they're both done for. toji groaning, satoru whimpering out your name as each one cums from their hands. white ropes of cum splatter on your face, your lips, your neck.
only when you've been painted white does sukuna finally pull his hips away from yours, a weak moan rising up from your chest at the feeling of him gliding against your abused walls once more until you're empty again.
all three of them are spent, their muscles starting to ache from overexerting themselves just to try and be the one to ruin you.
and you were. absolutely ruined. sukuna's seed leaking from your ass, your legs covered in your own release, and a dark stain on the sheets beneath you. you could still see the dried cum on your chest, a complement to the fresh, sticky cum on your face that's starting to crust in your hair.
as the fog in your mind starts to clear, you bring an aching arm down to touch your face, eyes squinting as you do your best to rub some of the mess off, your tongue darting out to lick clean whatever landed on your lips.
"someone get a rag," sukuna barks, scowling when the other two men just grumble tiredly in response. the frown in his expression softens when he hears you giggle, a breathy laugh bubbling up from your chest as the absurdity of the situation you're in now. fucked out and slightly delirious, covered in a number of bodily fluids as you wait for a stranger to clean up the mess they made on you all because of a wrong turn on a walk.
eventually someone does get a towel, returning to the room to find you struggling to blink away the exhaustion that's clawing at you, fighting to lull you into a deep sleep.
"uh-uh," sukuna tuts at you, smacking your leg lightly to keep you awake, "not fallin' asleep in my bed before a shower at least."
"your sheets are already ruined, what does it matter?" toji reasons, wiping the towel gently across your skin.
"obviously 'm gonna wash them," sukuna shoots back— the two of them starting to bicker with one another as you watch them with a lazy grin on your face until satoru steals everyone's attention with a noisy groan.
"guys, the porridge is going to be cold again."
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"so, for once in my life.. let me get what i want."
jouno saigiku x fem!reader drabble
lovesick jouno, jouno NEEDS more fans other than me
warnings: none all fluff, reader met jouno after he lost his vision
jouno desperately wanted to sleep, his body yearned for sleep.. but his mind was too crowded. how the beautiful lady was laying on the bed next to him, holding the stuffed animal he bought her based off of how soft it was when they first started dating.
her heartbeat was prettier than the sound of a choir of angels singing to him. a sound he could point out in a room full of thunderous voices. how could someone so kind choose him?
although he was content with all his other senses being heightened, he wished he met you before he lost his vision. how he would perfectly describe the colour of your eyes if he could.
every night it escaped him how you adored him more than anyone. how a soft stuffed animal was your replacement for him since cuddling was too overwhelming for his senses. how your sugary voice only referred to him as "sai". even when he was being frustrating.
why would he, a former criminal, be so fortunate for a person like you? who searched the ends of the earth (online websites) for replacements of his incredibly old clothes which he only kept because he knew what they looked like. when his favourite graphic tee got a rip in it you found another for him.
how when you were walking through the city with him you gasped as a car drove past, one that you really liked. "sai! y'know your old sweater with the old BMW on? one like that but green drove by!" a day out you must have long forgotten about yet he remembered very well as you went through great effort to explain what it looked like to him.
despite how much he hated tecchou's food combinations, when you met tecchou you tried your absolute best to like them. incredibly worried to earn the respect of your new boyfriend (at the time)'s colleagues. now whenever tecchou comes up with a new one tecchou tells jouno to tell you about it. jouno does not tell you.
perhaps it is the fact that you cut his hair when it gets too long for him to deal with. gently trimming it every couple of weeks.
maybe when you saw how mean he could be to the other hunting dogs you scolded him in front of them, his colleague's giggling as they found his weakness. you. now whenever he was being particularly nasty to them, you would get a phone call to out your boyfriend in his place.
perchance it was that you asked him what colour his eyes were after knowing him as a friend for a few months. although he never opened his eyes from light sensitivity, he made an exception for you. opening his eyelids and putting up with the harsh light for a few seconds as he heard your heartbeat speed up, admiring his eyes. albeit whatever they looked like now.
or, after a monthly surgery you would stay with jouno for the whole time he had to rest. jouno being so out of it he just wants to cuddle, something you cherish. he knows you adore those times so even when he starts to get his senses back, he will give you a few more hours of sleep with him on a small hospital bed.
his thoughts paused for a second as he heard your muscles contract as you changed sleeping positions. he heard the stuffed animal fall out of your arms as you rolled. he was too comfortable to get out of bed for it but noticed your arms looking for it in your sleep. he heard and felt the vibrations of your arm patting around for it on the bed.
he sighed before moving closer to you, quietly moving an arm out for your arms to hold onto instead. pulling his stray arm to your chest in your sleep, a quiet hum escaped your lips.
your arms wrapped around his bicep, something that pulled him closer to sleep after having his senses adjust to it. he would not bring this up in the morning.
with all those memories, he can't pinpoint when the moment he knew he loved you was. he was just happy he even knew you.
for once in his life, he had gotten what he wanted. lord knows it was the first time.
ughhhh he makes me so anhwahawbkhry4yiaw
the new bsd chapter coming out will have jouno ALIVE AND WELL. if not asagiri has me to respond to. no body no death. anyways everyone needs to write for the hunting dogs more please and thank you!!
jouno needs more fans like i know he is a bit of a red flag but red is the colour of my blogg soooo... match made in heaven <33
also did you see where i added perchance. you can't just say perchance!!
Contents: NSFW, hate sex, penetration (reader receiving), forced intimacy due to circumstance/convenience's sake, horny people stuck in a cell leads to exactly what you think it'd lead to, Approx 3k. words
“Wooh, I believe in you, buddy,” you said, voice hollow. You were lying on the ground, legs stretched against the wall as you tapped your toes together. “You’re so strong and capable, Jouno. What a brain, what determination.”
A scoff followed by, “I have better things to do than rot away pathetically. How’s that going for you?” Jouno did not move from his kneeling position, ear pressed firmly to the ground as he concentrated.
“Marvelously, actually.” You looked over at Jouno’s hunched back. You could see the bloodied rips of fabric perfectly from that angle. Being stabbed that many times must’ve hurt like hell. “I think I’ve reached a serenity point. Nirvana and all that.”
The panic had subdued from earlier at least. The small room you were both confined in was just as suffocating, yes, but your body felt light. It was nothing compared to the shock of being thrust into consciousness suddenly, the sensation of your muscles twitch and move as you commanded them still oddly weird. The vampiric influence had lifted somehow, leaving freedom in its wake.
Something had happened.
But your memories felt like distant dreams. Your body barely registered as your own, even as you watched your fingers flex and stretch before your eyes.
“Your delusions are not amusing me at the moment,” Jouno said. You could tell his exasperation was building, tapping against the floor and walls as he moved about. It was probably a first his senses weren’t quite as sharp as they used to be.
“You’re not much different. I doubt you could hear anything; there’s no one down here besides us,” you said, rolling over to lie on your side.
“It’s not down here I’m concerned with. Something’s happening at the airport.”
“I figured that much. Lucky us.”
“Your smart remarks aren’t as clever as you think. Your precious Agency could very well be in danger as well.”
That piqued your interest. Jouno despised all of you, and here he was–not throwing slander at your face about them. Peculiar.
It was all of no use though. Not until you got your abilities under control, the effect of Bram’s vampirism dulling them enough to barely register they even existed. The room was locked shut, you tried enough times the both of you but the metal did not even budge.
What was left was to wait. And hope, maybe.
“You giving up now?” you asked after what felt like hours of Jouno moving around you, pushing at places you doubted would suddenly make a hidden door appear. His shoulders were tense, hands crossed tight as he oozed restlessness in buckets.
Jouno did not turn to you, but he raised his head to the ceiling with a sigh. “Your voice is annoying me, please stop breathing.”
You tapped the ground beside you. “I’m good, thank you. Want a seat?”
“As if.”
Your palm moved against the rough stone. You observed it intently. “I’ll consider breaking us out…” You pushed firmly, feeling energy surge through your fingertips before a small crack formed into the surface. “If you ask me nicely.”
In your full strength, you could cause a whole tremor to pass through the building. Shatter an entire wall. But now–this was the best you could do.
Jouno turned to you, smiling gently. “Oh my, I would love for you to do that. It’s not below me to ask for help, you know. But I don’t see the point of it when you’re clearly a shameless liar. Or delusional. Take your pick.”
You frowned. “Give me enough time and I might. Your ability’s still trash at working too, isn’t it? ”
His smile pulled into a firm line. He raised his hand up, the tips of his fingers glowing into a soft blue light. Jouno’s frown deepened. “So it feels. Damn it.”
It looked rather pretty in your opinion. But you doubted he’d appreciate that comment.
You fell into silence again. Nothing to be done about anything for now. Jouno looked more concerned about this than you’d have guessed. Fists clenched until he finally sagged against the wall opposite you. His hand remained aflame, small particles constantly dispersing about.
You almost felt bad for him. Knowing the betrayal he endured and seeing now his inability to right the wrongs.
It was rather noble of him; to carry all that weight on his shoulders. By choice. Not that it would do him any good, but you couldn’t deny the warm feeling that spread in your chest, heart beating faster at the thought. Men like him were a rarity. If only you didn’t hate each other as much.
Jouno’s brows furrowed. He raised his head at you but only for a moment. He shook it dismissively, turning his face to the side.
You thought he’d be more talkative, to be honest. He certainly enjoyed playing an ass but the more time passed, the less sure you were of that. Despair was one way to put the feeling that oozed from this room.
You rose up languidly, blinking your annoyance away as you strode up the few feet distance between you. Jouno pulled back, raising his head as you hovered over his sitting form.
“What do you want?” he asked.
You dropped dramatically before him, hand resting against your cheek. “Your panic’s sipping into my peace bubble. Stop that.”
Jouno did not look impressed. “Contact security then. I’m sure they’ll be glad to escort one of us to a different accommodation.”
You snorted.“See? If I joke, you joke. Then the mood brightens and all’s good.”
“Aren’t you a charmer? Nothing is good.”
You dropped to sit beside him. “I… I know, okay? I don’t know what the fuck is going on and–” you huddled into yourself, eyes closing, “–I still feel weird and my memory’s fucked and my ability’s useless. I’m trying to keep it together, okay? That’s how I manage it, so don’t be an ass about it.”
Jouno sighed. “Rather pathetic way of handling it.”
“Hey, fuck off!”
“I would if I could.”
And he bumped you into the side with an elbow. You drew back from the pain but when you looked at Jouno, he was smiling. Not the ugly insincere smile, but a small, honest one. At least it looked like it.
Man, this was bad.
You breathed in deep, small droplets of tears forming in your eyes. “Fuck,” you breathed.
“Yeah. I can relate to that,” Jouno said.
“Something’s happening up there. They might be dying and we’re just– here. Doing nothing.”
“What a good way of phrasing it. And you were so calm about it earlier. Your Agency sure could rely on you splendidly as I see.”
Annoyance, sudden and spreading rapidly build up in your chest.“Don’t say that. I’m not–”
“Not what? Cowering away in here? Or should I wait for your full response?” Jouno was mocking you, his patience waning just as quickly as yours.
You turned to face him, palm plastered firmly over his head. “Take that back,” you said, voice like steel.
“Of course you’d want me to do that,” Jouno continued, eating up the whole interaction. His hand flickered, the particles just as bright, if not even more. “I was only sharing the truth.”
“Take–” you leaned in, face flush against his as your eyes blazed, “–that back,” you said, hand flexing firmly into the stone.
Just as Jouno’s mouth opened, a quick response already on his lips, you heard the sound of cracking. You both froze in place. Small bits of ruble fell on Jouno’s shoulder, your hand digging into the stone so forcefully it had smashed a dent right in it. You watched in wonder the small spider-webbed cracks trailing up and down and everywhere.
You didn’t notice when you activated your ability. Your chest felt tight and overly alive with emotions.
“Anger me again,” you said before you could process it.
Jouno’s hand had trailed up, feeling the cracks behind him. “That’s an inconvenient way. What are you, feral?”
You ignored him, mind spinning. You’ve never had this before. But abilities were heavily influenced by states; Atsushi was a perfect example of that. Too many emotions and you lose control.
Become dangerous.
You looked at Jouno, eyes blazing with the possibility.
If you ever needed a more perfect man for the job…
“I hate men like you; it’s like you’re drowning in your self-righteousness to the point of not seeing the truth before you,” you said, serving the plate perfectly before him. “Talks of law from you is like decomposing garbage. It stinks disgustingly.”
Jouno remained silent for a moment, brows furrowed. Then a smile broke on his face, teeth sharp as he said, “Should I praise you? It’s impressive how people like you twist everything to ignore how pathetic they are.”
As if. “If anything you’re the one in need of a reality check. Accusing the Agency when we were clearly framed.”
Jouno pushed forward, getting in your face. “So you’d like to ignore the obvious criminals among you?”
“I would like–” you shoved Jouno back, one palm pushing his chest into the wall, the other cracking up the wall beside his head even further “–the so-called best soldiers in the world focused more on protecting it. What of some petty crimes?”
“Nobody’s above the law,” Jouno said, voice laden with pride that only irked you further. Like he believed himself an uphelder of that statement.
What a joke.
“Then prove it. As if you could. How could I know you won’t hesitate to strike at your own? How?” you prodded, searching his face for clues.
“I won’t,” Jouno whispered, grabbing onto the hand beside his head, clutching your wrist.
“You talk a lot. All words.”
“I would love it if you’d be sweet enough to break us out of here. Then I’ll show you.” And he gripped harder, drawing a hiss from your lips.
“You enjoy tormenting people, don’t you?”
“How could I not? It’s a lovely sound.”
“Disgusting.”
You wanted to punch him. Really, you did. Not like it would lead to anything. How he reached his position was beyond you.
“You know how I’m this good at weeding out the scum of this world? Scum like you, to be precise,” Jouno said, his fake smile turned to you.
“How?” you bit back, mouth twisting.
“You’re so easy to predict, that’s how. Even if you hide behind your self-righteousness– you still act one and the same. I’m merely being observant.”
A thought formed in your mind. Somehow the idea of catching Jouno off guard clutched you so strongly you had to see where it led. The pressure in your chest did not subside one bit, your emotions swirling still.
Jouno’s smile widened as your answer did not come as quickly. He was good at reading you, alright, even your heartbeat giving away everything. But if you acted fast enough…
You felt crazed, eyes wide with something as you reached for Jouno’s head, pulling roughly at his hair until you crashed your lips against his. You swallowed the momentary shock you could feel from him as his body seized up, freezing entirely against yours.
You pulled back just as quickly, enjoying the dumbfounded expression written all over Jouno’s face.
“Oh, sorry. Weren’t you expecting that?” you mocked, revelling further in the frown that pulled at Jouno’s lips.
“No.”
He pulled you quickly against him, no warning given. Your eyes widened as his hands grabbed at your face, lips already parted as Jouno kissed you this time.
It was all a blur from that moment on. You were pushed by pure emotions, blinking away your hesitation as you grabbed onto him. Your lips parted, inviting him in. He was all sharp edges and snide remarks, but the way Jouno kissed was filled with passion. A hunger you didn’t expect from his as he cupped your face closer, stealing your breath by the second.
Jouno bit at your lower lip, not giving you enough time to protest as he dived back in, tongue sweeping over the bruised flesh. His hands held onto you, firm around your waist as he pushed his weight against you.
Your hand remained on the wall, but not for long if this went on.
“Not a chance, you ass,” you whispered against his ear, before shoving him right back into the wall. You swallowed the hiss that left Jouno’s lips, and you felt the sparks of power travel through your other hand, denting the cracks behind him even further.
You smiled viciously. This might be an even better plan than earlier. After all, it worked. Might as well push a little further…
Your pulled at your shirt. You worked on your trousers as you said without looking up, “Come on.”
Jouno’s fingers drummed onyour waist. He cocked his head. “Not a conventional idea, but I’m quite adaptable,” he said before fumbling with his own belt.
Jouno seemed composed… if it wasn’t for the slowness with which he was moving. Almost hesitation as you stood up, discarding your trousers in a few quick moves. You kept your panties for modesty’s sake. Not that it stopped you from straddling Jouno’s thighs as he finally pulled at his clothes down, pretty cock strucking out and already hard.
You could feel the wetness between your thighs, but it was nothing compared to the ever growing pulsing. It’s not often you got turned on this fast, but the sight of him before you definitely furthered the process.
Jouno was stroking himself slowly, fingers deft around his shaft as he breathed hard. The red of his hair matched prettily the growing flush of his cheeks. His lips were parted, but no words were spilling as you both took in the situation you were in.
Jouno looked very kissable at this moment, ready and waiting for your touch.
Gosh, you wanted to kiss him til he bruised.
So you did just that, grabbing Jouno by the shirt as you sought his warmth again. He was not far back to respond, one hand grasping at your nape, twisting your face as he wanted while his tongue moved against yours. His other moved faster over his cock, drawing small moans of pleasure from his throat.
And here you thought he was one of the quiet ones.
Even better, knowing now the possibilities.
Your hand went down his chest, tugging playfully at his buttons, a sneaky finger trailing in between the open spaces to graze at bare skin. Every move you made fuelled more hunger from Jouno, the kisses building in passion.
You weren’t kidding anyone, you were about to fuck this man’s brains out, no reservations whatsoever. Keeping half a thought to your original plan was becoming even more strenuous. Pulling your panties to the side didn’t help either, nor did Jouno’s groan as you guided his tip to your entrance, smearing your wetness atop of him.
You pulled your palm to the wall, breathing deep. Jouno’s hands were already at your hips, the anticipation clear in the way he gripped at your flesh. You kissed him again, wanting to savour every moment of Jouno feeling your walls stretching for him, his pretty cock sinking deeper into your pussy as you lowered your body down.
“Oh, this is bad,” Jouno whispered against your lips, hips already thrusting in you deep.
“How bad?” You smiled into the kiss.
“I’m not lasting long if you feel this good already, damn you.”
And he moved, his pace faster and faster as you tried to keep your breathing. You didn’t doubt his words one bit, your arousal easy to match to his. The obscenity of it drove you closer to your peak, not caring in the slightest how pathetic it’d look if neither of you lasted long. With the way Jouno was taking charge, firm hands keeping you in place as he thrust into you fervently–you could only clutch around him, feeling your pussy flutter with every brush of his hairs against your clit.
It was… it was a lot.
“Faster,” you breathed against Jouno’s ear, keeping him flush against you with one hand as the other pushed into the hard surface behind him. You couldn’t see it, but you heard the sway of stone under your ability, the sound of it growing louder with every crack.
“Demanding,” Jouno said, but it was no complaint; he did deliver, keeping the pace you wanted all the way till your thighs started spasming, your orgasm hitting you in waves of pleasure that had you doubling down, face buried in Jouno’s neck as you tried to stifle your sounds.
There was no need–the bellowing echo of stones falling was enough to have you shoot up, Jouno pushing you back quickly as your eyes widened at the sight of the wall crumbling away behind you.
You could only laugh, looking at the ceiling as you lay there on the floor, Jouno atop you now. And still inside. He didn’t spare you a moment, raising your leg up for a better angle before he was fucking into you again, seeking your lips fervently. You pulled him to you, hands buried in his hair. It didn’t take long before he lost it, his high nearing by the second when–
“Fuck. Fuck, I’m–” he pulled out suddenly, his spend spilling over your belly in hot streaks as he stroked himself through it.
Jouno was panting, eyebrows drawn as he tried to gather himself. You did not let go of him through it all, keeping his in place against you.
You needed to get up and get up now, but the shock of what you just did was still flowing through both of your veins. A moment is all you needed.
Just… yeah. You’ll be back to saving the world, you promised yourself. Just a moment.
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