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GIRLS NEED LOVE | 伏黒甚爾. Fushiguro Toji.
SYNOPSIS: Toji was more than a fuckbuddy at this point, and he intended to make you finally admit it one way or another
PAIRING: fwb!toji x fem!reader
WC: 4153 words
CW: cheating, fwb, mentioned emotional abuse / toxic relationship, alcohol consumption, mention of ass eating, fingering, hickeys, dirty talk, mentioned dumbification, mentioned rough sex, confessions during sex (?), nipple/breast play, possessive!toji, heavy breeding kink, praise, hair pulling, cream pie, begging
❀ DEE SAYS I've been sitting on this for agessss, so happy to finally post it!!!
♫ — GIRLS NEED LOVE (REMIX) BY SUMMER WALKER
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Nerd!Toji leaving class to fuck his fist at the thought of you <3 C/W: Masturbation, flirty reader, he's obsessed with you lowkey, fantasies. !ARTWORK BY YOUKA.I, they did an amazing job omg wow im gna nut!
“F-fuck, Mmm–haah”
His fist pumped fast, free hand holding his shirt up—gripping the fabric as he stroked himself.
It wasn’t easy, sitting beside you all day.
The tantalizing scent of your fragrance, the way you’d smile at him as you sat—giving him a soft nod, your honeyed tone asking to see his math notes and how you’d speak the words all hushed and quiet—easily swapped out by dirty secrets in his daydreams.
Running his thumb along the tip, he slid his thick fingers up and down, careful to apply pressure along every ridge and vein, picturing you pressed against the stall door, his pelvis reddened from the loud plap! of his thrusts.
He felt so dirty, so wrong. The cute—kind, clever, funny—girl who he had met only a few months prior had already taken over every thought that crossed his mind, forcing him into fits of restless arousal and vivid fantasies.
One particularly shameful night, he sat at his desk, placidly reviewing his notes till he saw a little scribble at the bottom of the page—a silly doodle you had done while he wasn't paying attention.
It was a bulbous purple worm with a pencil sticking out of its mouth, the words 'feed me mommy!' written above its head in a swirly speech bubble. He chuckled at it, pulled out his phone and snapped a photo.
Cute he thought, sparkly pen ink shimmering under his desk lamp, the same pens you'd use to write your unnecessarily color-coded notes, the same notes you'd copy off of him cause you were too busy doodling in his notebooks to actually pay attention.
His cock twitched at the thought of how your fingers would wrap around his arm to move it out of the way—giving yourself more real estate for your doodles on his lined paper. He leaned back, watching the imprint of his growing hard-on press up against his sweats.
Fuck.
So he did what any man would naturally do in this scenario—he pulled his dick out. It sat there semi-limply as he debated—would it be fucked up if i jerked off to a gross (but very cute) doodle of a chunky worm calling me mommy? Yes, probably, but am i really jerking off to the worm or...
His mind replayed images of you hunched—basically sprawled over his desk like you lived there—frantically darting your eyes back and forth to copy his notes before class began. The way your plush thighs rubbed against him, the faint scent of vanilla and magic that danced across your skin.
He simply couldn't help himself.
But now it had gone too far, sneaking out of class to rub one out after you had dropped an eraser between his legs, innocently leaning down to pick it up. His body stiffened immediately—afraid to move—but his eyes settled on the curve of your hunched back and the barely noticeable arch that formed as you struggled to reach.
"Toji, can you grab it please? I can't reach." You pushed yourself back up on his knees, leaning back into your seat with a huff.
He did—very, very quickly at that—before quietly excusing himself to the bathroom to express the throbbing between his thighs.
A hand pressed firmly against the stall door, black Converse grounding his trembling legs to the linoleum floor of the bathroom. With a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead, soft huffs and moans rolled off his tongue, mouth hanging agape as his hand worked his cock—squeezing and pumping in a weak attempt to mimic how he'd imagined the tight squeeze of your cunt.
"F-fuuck," he breathed, glasses slowly slipping off the bridge of his nose.
He wanted you so primally, in every sense of the word—to hold you, touch you, kiss you, feel you. You were always there beside him, in more classes than necessary. All pressed up against him, passing silly notes and smiling with those sparkly doe eyes and soft lips.
How could he not daydream about fucking you?
He envisioned you there with him, face pressed up against the door—bottoms tugged down to your knees as he pounded his thick cock into your cunt, kissing your cervix as he pummeled you to the hilt. He'd purr filthy words in your ears, calling you a tease—how naive you were for getting so close to him, not knowing how badly he'd ruin you given the chance.
The squeeze of his fingers sent shocks of pleasure through his body, eyes fluttering shut—almost feeling the tight choke of your gooey cunt. He wanted to feel you so desperately, unable to get his mind off of how pretty you'd look stretched around him, how he'd breed your sweet pussy, taste it, ruin it.
His rhythm stuttered, large hand coaxing ropes of cum out from his throbbing length—splattering against the bathroom floor. Breath shaking in his lungs, his chest heaved as he came down from his high.
The aftermath was always shameful. Pulling his pants back up, he fumbled with his phone to check the time—3:47, still another 13 minutes of class left before he could go home and think about you all over again.
He held his head low, avoiding the gaze of anyone he'd cross in the hallways, graphic tee softly catching the slick sweat on his abs as he clumsily tugged his zip-up back onto his broad shoulders.
"There you are, thought you ditched me." you teased, elbow planted on the desk as you leaned over, glossed lips tugged into a soft grin.
"Yeah, sorry about that." He slid into the seat beside you, fidgety and restless. "Just, had to take care of somethin' important."
He could've sworn you were doing it on purpose. Your eyelashes fluttered gently, eyes grazing over every detail of his face like you were trying to memorize it. "Well, if you don't have anything important after class, wanna help me study?"
His breath caught in his throat, unsure of if he could survive another couple of hours with you without popping another boner that he'd have to sneak off and relieve.
"Fine,"
The way you perked up, smiling ear to ear—he already knew he was fucked. "I don't know how you'd survive this class without moochin' off my notes." He continued.
"Shut up, you love it." a smug grin plastered across your face, eyes narrowed and teasing.
Fuck, that was hot.
This was gonna be a very, very long semester.
A/N: HIIIIIII. hope u enjoyed LMAO this was lowkey tame but if i make a pt 2 TRUST and BELIEVE he's gna eat u out while you read his notes out loud and stop every time u stop reading LOL anyyywayyyss love u xx bye
MDNI ⋆˙⟡ olderbf!toji helping you through ovulation 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ m.list
there will be a part 2 <3
ovulating is hell.
you’re laying on the couch in one of toji’s oversized t-shirts that hits the middle of your plush thighs, pulling the collar under your nose just so you can smell the faint traces of his cologne, eyes fluttering closed and a desperate whimper escaping your throat.
you’re almost always horny when you're ovulating, climbing onto your boyfriend’s lap, straddling one of his beefy thighs, your head nuzzling against his neck and inhaling his scent— a mixture of woody cologne and whiskey mixing with his natural musk, a dangerous cocktail that makes your pussy throb.
and he lets you cling onto him, your much smaller frame sitting atop his. how could he deny you? you're his spoiled princess after all. there’s no other way he'd rather spend his free time after working hard all day to make sure he can buy you anything and everything you ask for, and of course ‘gumi too.
“hey there, doll.” he mumbles against his glass, his scarred lips tug into a smirk as he takes a swig of whiskey. mossy green eyes dragging along your pouty lips down to where you slowly start to grind your drooling cunt against the hard ridges of his thigh.
“hm, like a cat in heat.” he laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest as your desperate whimpers grow louder, your hips dragging along his thigh lazily.
“nah, more like a brat in heat.” his large hand splays over the small of your back, the rough pads of his fingers tracing soothing circles under your shirt— his shirt, as he lifts his leg slightly to press further against your throbbing heat.
“that's it doll, use me however you want.” his breath is hot against your ear as he nibbles on the lobe, canines dragging along the soft skin of your neck, biting down on your throbbing pulse.
“mmm, thank you ‘ji. need this right now, s-so bad.”
you pant softly, walls clenching around nothing as slick trickles out of your needy hole, making you so wet that it's borderline uncomfortable. the thin cotton of your panties glued to your soaked folds as you grind down onto his muscular thigh that’s larger than the circumference of your head.
“take whatever you need, i've got you. doin’ so good f’me— keep grinding that greedy pussy on me just like that.”
he continues to whisper filthy words and praises into your ear, deep gravelly voice hoarse with his own desire. but he ignores it, ignores his thick cock that's leaking pre against his lower abdomen, bulbous tip aching to stuff you full.
but that's for later.
he knows you need this, and he loves seeing you like this. desperate to get off, so desperate that your riding his thigh, fucking humping it like it's your toy— like he’s your toy.
and right now he is, his hands moving to grip the fat of your hips, guiding you to reach your high, all while murmuring those filthy praises in your ear.
“cmon, you can do it baby. so close aren't ya’ doll? can feel ‘er drooling through my sweats, makin’ such a pretty fuckin’ mess.”
and he's there to hold you as your gummy walls flutter, your juices soaking through your underwear to make a large damp spot on his grey sweats. he's there to catch you as you fall forward against his own heaving chest, your small hands resting against the ridges of his bulging muscles through his compression shirt.
“y-yes, it feels so good toji— m' gonna cum!”
his large arms wrap around you tight, his hand gently tugging your hair back to catch your whimpers with his mouth. tongues and spit mingling as both of you groan, before pulling back to look at your dazed expression.
“feel better brat?” he smirks, running a hand through your hair, blunt nails grazing your scalp before giving the top if your head a soft pat.
“mmm, s'much better, thank you 'ji.” you whisper as you lean against his hard chest.
he places a soft kiss atop your head, a stark contrast to the filthy things running through his mind. how he wants to stuff you so full of him that your cunt’s leaking thick globs of his cum for days, that’ll really give you something to whine about.
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I like to think Choso purposely makes his face mark bleed so you'll think he's injured and rush to his side, fawning over him.
"Oh my god, Choso. What happened? What did you do?" You rest his head on your lap, pressing tissues to the wound, with a furrow in your brows.
Meanwhile, he's fully hard and leaking in his pants as his entire vision is filled with the curve of your breasts. He fakes a soft voice and says, "This just happens sometimes."
"What can I do to help?"
Choso's lips curl up ever so slightly before he forces a faux-reluctant frown. "I-if my blood rushes down, away from my face, maybe it'll stop."
"Down?" you ask. "Down where?"
He drags your hand, lower and lower, until you're gripping something hard and scalding. You gasp.
"Here. Maybe if you release the tension here, I'll feel better."
You deadpan, fighting the urge to look at a non-existent camera in the corner. "Oh, I bet you will."
Nodding, he urges you to begin rubbing at the tent, letting out a whorish moan. With a roll of your eyes, you let him rut into your palm. Maybe you aid him with a squeeze here and there. But you'll never admit to it.
It's better if he thinks he's got you wrapped around his finger instead of the other way around.
Omg i cannot stop drawing him-
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Tutoring frat!Toji and he teaches you how to give…
“A blowjob?” Toji’s eyebrows raise.
You blink at him innocently.
“Yes? I teach you something and you teach me something. Fair, isn’t it?”
“Sweets…”
You and a couple of friends are running private tutoring sessions for the first and second years for some extra cash.
Toji isn’t younger than you though. He’s actually a year older but he’d kept switching majors and now, he’s stuck in a biology class he doesn’t want to be in.
He’s decided to push through with it because at this point, his money is on the line. Tutoring was the cheaper option so here he is.
“You also said you wanted to bargain my prices, right? If you teach me how to give a blowjob, you won’t have to pay,” you sing the last part and Toji stares at you awkwardly.
He nods, considering the exchange.
“Just a bold request for a girl like you,” he murmurs.
“Sure.”
cw: masochist!Toji, biting, scratching, brief mentions of drawing blood, reader who (mindlessly) markes up her boyfriend for making her feel so good :( Masterlist.ᐟ
OlderBF!Toji who's secretly obsessed with the feeling of your nails digging into his skin as he fucks you senseless.
He loves seeing his back in the mirror, long red streaks lining the expanse of his muscular frame—painful little stripes decorating the skin as a reminder of you. He doesn’t care for slapping or spanking—the action bringing up too many dark memories. but the slow, deep, pining pains you gift him are so addictive, he can't help but fuck you even harder just to push you over the edge—hoping that the sweet bite of your maw pierces his skin.
The dig of your teeth in his neck, the tug of your fingers running through his hair, even the taste of blood filling his mouth when you bite his lip a little too hard. It thrills him, bathing in those lasting little stings you give him.
Hickeys on his neck, bite marks, bruises.
It doesn’t help that you pair it with the sweetest praise, soft words and promises trickling from your lips—his name rasped under desperate pleas.
“F–fuck, feels s’good toj-”
“Yesyesyes, r-right–hah right there,”
“T-toji-ngh m’gonna cum,”
Legs tightly wrapped around him, your heels dig into his lower back—pressing him further into you. He responds with a deep, harsh grind of his hips—anticipating a heavenly bite, scratch or tug—another mark painting his skin.
“Fuckfuckfuckyes–”
With a crashing orgasm rippling through your core, you clenched hard—hips bucking up to meet his as you held on for dear life. Your face was buried in the crook of his neck, warm breath bouncing off his slicked body and back onto you.
Pearly canines catching the skin of his throat, you latched onto the right side—tongue lathering the surface before holding him between teeth, biting down in an attempt to muffle your pitchy whines, the fluttering pleasure overwhelming your senses.
The pain was delicious—he was infatuated with how it felt to be wanted, to be craved so desperately that all you could do was hold him like he’d float away otherwise.
His chest rumbled a deep groan, the sting shooting heat down to his pulsing cock, hips snapping harder and harder the deeper your teeth sank. Your nails ghosted against his biceps before you took them into your iron grip, tugging the skin and digging into the surface.
“haah—Fuck baby, keep grabbin’ me like that” he groaned, stuttering hips fucking the hot spill of his thick load into every ridge of your squeezing cunt. As his vision flashed white with ecstasy, nothing mattered in that moment—the only thing on his mind being you and the divine lacerations burning into his flesh.
And much like other nights, he found himself admiring the evidence in the mirror, your teeth marks imprinted to the side of his neck, arms red and full of puffy little lines from your vicious clawing.
His heavy strut brought him back to your bedroom, sweatpants low on his waist.
Then you saw it, the evidence of how mindless and overwhelmed he could get you from his cock alone, your brain getting knocked out your ears with every vicious grind and thrust. It resulted in oblivious indulgence, littering his body with marks, bruises and proof of how good he’d make you feel—how viscerally your sadistic praise could manifest.
You traced the marks with your thumb as he sat, mattress dipping under his weight.
“Sorry Toj- I’ll be less rough next time,” you apologized, only to be met with his piercing gaze, a dissatisfied expression painting his features.
“Don’t,” he kissed your forehead, “feels good.”
A/N: I believe in masochistic top x sadistic bottom supremacy !!! ofc if there are any spelling errors then I UNLEASH A MAGIC SPELL UPON YOUR MIND, WIPING ANY MEMORY OF IT, TWAS NOT REAL. DIDNT HAPPEN. anyways love u guys also go listen to Porn for percussion (remastered) and imagine a fic where u smash Dad'sBestFriend!Toji...SHAMALAMADINGDONG !!!!!!!
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pairing: frat boy!gojo x mean!reader
content: the notorious fuckboy suddenly stopped sleeping around and nobody knows why. its totally not because he’s been secretly running around with someone that’s almost a decade older and is embarrassed to be seen with him in public || MDNI, fem!reader, age gap (gojo’s 20-21 readers late 20s), smut, porn w/ plot, fuck buddies, secret relationship(?), gojo plays rugby 🫦, readers lw so embarrassed to be seen with him LMAO, date crashing, he also calls her drunk to tell her he misses her, he's an unhinged little shit
notes: hiiii im so sorry to the ones that asked to be tagged, ive been swamped with schoolwork and im exhausted 😭 11.9k words today, enjoy the read 🙂↕️❤️
Satoru has lived his life quite simply these past few months— just school, training, and games.
Everyone’s gotten on his case about it— mainly just questioning him, but there are moments like yesterday, when he got accused of going through a crisis of some sort over his sexuality. Or last month, when the entire frathouse got together in the living room and tried to have some intervention, thinking he had depression or some other shit.
He doesn't. He’s also not very worried about his sexuality.
It’s crazy because he really hasn’t changed that much. He just hasn’t brought anyone over. Or gone out on dates. Or made out with anyone at parties. Anything related to girls, he hasn’t taken much part in.
But that’s it! That’s all!
He still goes to parties, still has good grades, still goes to practice, and still wins games. He’s just as present— he’s just not fucking anybody, and now everyone thinks he’s dying because of it.
Assholes.
He’s fucked half the school, for all they knew, he could’ve just been giving his dick a break! He wasn’t— but he could be, and that wouldn’t be anybody else's business but his own. He’s a grown man, despite many individuals begging to differ.
Whatever, fuck them.
▶︎︎ Make Me Tweak (starring . husband!gojo)
synopsis . Moaning the wrong name during sex. content . afab!reader, ticking gojo off on purpose, rough sex, slight brat taming, dirty talk, etc.
He didn't hear you right. Surely. Cause there's no way you just moaned the name Suguru while your husband's currently balls deep inside you, right?
Gojo almost laughs. Hell, he is laughing breathlessly until you have the nerve to do it again. Babbling a terribly sweet, "Suguuu—fuuuck...!" As if there isn't a wedding ring wrapped around one of your fingers that's currently curling into the silken sheets below you.
All of which Gojo Satoru bought, by the way.
"Hah, you're fuckin' with me, right sweetheart?" He asks cautiously, trying to ignore the surprising twitch of his cock buried deep inside your addictive pussy despite the way you just moaned his best friend's name.
It was weird since you’re folded up under Gojo’s firm body weight right now with your legs dangling over his shoulders and his cock delving deeper and deeper into your dewy wet cunt by the second.
Maybe he’d just fucked you that dumb?
But even then, why’s another man’s name even crossing your mind right now?
18+ priest higuruma
⋆。°✩ pairings; hiromi higuruma x fem!reader
⋆。°✩ warnings; NSFW/MDNI, priest au, blasphemy, religious themes, infidelity (mentioned), unhappy marriage, masturbation (m), explicit sexual thoughts, breeding kink, obsession, power imbalance, um dont like dont read?,morally gray higuruma
⋆。°✩ a/n; pls dont kill me? this was an ant at the back of my brain constantly biting me?
⋆。°✩ taglist; .... refer to this post to be added to my taglist!
priest! higuruma who’s the pillar of the community. at every event, every fundraiser, every sunday sermon, he’s there; his presence is calm, reassuring, and his kindness is shown to every member of the congregation.
priest! higuruma who remembers the names of every child in the parish. who asks about their school, their scraped knees, their little wins and complaints. who listens patiently to the elderly recount the same stories every week without complaint. who gives little hard candies to the kids who do exceptionally well during bible study that week.
priest! higuruma who sits in the confessional every thursday evening, listening to the sins of his community without judgment, or as much as second thought.
priest! higuruma who recognizes your voice the moment you sit on the other side of the screen. youre the wife that everyone envies, the one who married the wealthiest man in the community, and has a seemingly perfect life.
priest! higuruma who listens to you when you confess that you hate your husband and his mistress. who hears the way your voice trembles when you say you can't leave, because you'll have nothing. you're staying for the children.
priest! higuruma who has heard countless confessions in the past, lies, stolen objects, petty actions done to spite others. but none of them had made his jaw tighten quite like listening to this has.
priest! higuruma who swears he just hates it because it violates the scancity of marriage. a precious partnership for this life and the hereafter that shouldn't be taken lightly.
priest! higuruma who watches you more closely the following days. how you show up in public without your husband. how you're more attentive to your kids. how sometimes, when you come to church early in the morning to pray at the altar, your eyes are swollen like you've been crying.
he's never felt so angry before. how could anyone hurt someone as kind as you? hell, you apologized for being angry and your cheating scumbag of a husband.
priest! higuruma who prays even more than before, for you constantly invade his thoughts. the temptation of sin constantly rises whenever he thinks about you. youre so beautiful, and kind, and he hopes that god will forgive him for his impure mind.
priest! higuruma who listens to you week after week, just confessing to how you don't know what to do anymore. his heart breaks for you, but he can't say anything in the moment. what he would give to tear down the damn screen and hold you so close you forget about that scumbag.
priest! higuruma who does the unthinkable after sunday's congregation when you left your handkerchief behind after dabbing a stray tear from your eye. he pockets it deep into his robes and takes it into his room that night.
priest! higuruma who smells your scent like its his faith while his free hand slowly strokes his aching cock, the weight of his sin heavy on his heart and his hand, but he couldn't care less in the moment.
all he can imagine is the what ifs if you had married him instead. if you didn't choose that scumbag. would you stroke him slowly and all shy? or would you take him into your mouth without hesitation and suck him dry?
his hand unconsciously starts stroking faster, and faster, his fantasies about you becoming more and more unhinged. he'd fuck you slow and deep making sure you'd take everyyy last drop, fucking you full of his kids. gods, he wants to see you swell with his seed, so much so that he cums faster than he ever has before.
priest! higuruma you cums all over your poor handkerchief. it's ruined now, so instead he washes it and hides it under his mattress. his little secret between him and god. he swears he'll repent and never do it again. but he finds himself repeating the same routine every night.
you are the salvation he prays for and the sin he fears, your tears so painfully beautiful. if only they weren't shed for another man who doesn't deserve them, not one bit.
priest! higuruma whos fed up with watching you waste away. you're in the confessional box again, tears streaming down your face silently.
"sometimes... i think God forgot about me." you whisper, your voice breaking with sobs that are being choked back.
he pauses after a sharp intake of breath.
"i don't believe He did." he says quietly, but God was the last thing on his mind. All this thoughts are occupied by you.
priest! higuruma who finally sees you stand up for yourself, you prepare to leave your husband, find strength for your children, and somewhere along the way? you realize that it wasn't the end of the world.
priest! higuruma who knows its only a matter of time before you become his. <3
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pervert roommie!choso who waits until your shower steam is thick enough to hide the sound of his palm slapping against his cock. door cracked just enough. he’s got your worn sleep shirt balled up over his nose, inhaling the spot right under your armpit where your scent clings strongest, groaning low when the cotton drags over his leaking tip
pervert roommie!choso who “accidentally” forgets to lock the bathroom after he jerks off so you walk in on the mess he left. pearlescent ropes still dripping down the shower tile, his boxers kicked into the corner like evidence. he stands there towel low on his hips, pretending to be surprised, voice cracking when he mumbles “shit… didn’t hear you come in”
pervert roommie!choso who steals your dirty panties from the hamper and stuffs them in his pocket before you do laundry. later that night he’s thrusting into his fist with the lace crushed against his tongue, tasting the damp cotton where you were wet earlier that day. he cums so hard his thighs shake and he has to bite his own arm to keep quiet
pervert roommie!choso who starts leaving the living room tv on porn channels at 3 a.m. knowing you’ll stumble out sleepy and confused in nothing but that tiny tank top. he’s sprawled on the couch, sweats tented obscenely, eyes half-lidded when you freeze in the doorway. “couldn’t sleep,” he rasps, hand already palming himself through the fabric, “wanna watch with me?”
pervert roommie!choso who corners you in the kitchen at midnight while you’re reaching for a glass. presses his whole front to your back, fat cock already rock-hard against your ass. he doesn’t even pretend it’s an accident anymore. instead just grinds slow and heavy while his mouth finds your ear. “been smellin’ you all day… fuck, you’re soaked through these shorts, aren’t ya?”
pervert roommie!choso who finally snaps after weeks of teasing. pins both your wrists above your head with one massive hand, other yanking your panties to the side. he’s shaking, pupils blown, throat dry. “m’ sorry— m’ so fucking sorry b-but i can’t— need inside— been dreaming a-about this pussy every night—” then he’s bullying his way in with one desperate thrust, choking on a sob the second your walls flutter around him.
pervert roommie!choso who turns into a babbling mess the moment he bottoms out. hips stuttering, forehead pressed to your shoulder, whimpering against your neck. “s’ too tight— fuck— gonna cum already— d-don’t move— please don’t move or m’ gonna lose it—” but he’s already fucking you stupid, sloppy and frantic, drooling down your collarbone while he chants your name like a prayer.
pervert roommie!choso who keeps going even after he fills you up once. pulls out just to watch his cum leak out, then pushes back in with a broken moan. “look— look how much i gave you… still not enough— need to breed it deeper— fuck— m’ gonna keep going til you’re dripping for days”
| home | index | a/n: i know its shorttt js got over being sick but i hope u like our lil perv choso
currently thinking about dante sparda who’s a feminist, 6’3, built—and oh, did i mention feminist?
“say, dante, what’s your opinion on men’s rights ?”
“irrelevant.”
dante doesn’t miss the slight pause you make before continuing to stir your drink. he sits in the booth across from you, enzo munching on fries opposite him as he sneaks a sip of his sundae.
“yer joking !” enzo says between belches. “something wrong with ya kiddo ? what do you mean men’s rights are irrelevant ?!”
but dante isn’t listening. he’s more concerned about the gap between your lips & coffee cup, the way you tilt it slightly above your mouth so as to not stain the glass with your gloss. your lips tug into a pout when you find the rim stained in coke pink regardless. you pull out a napkin & wipe it with a frown. cute.
“well, as a six three, employed and financially stable male,” dante clears his throat, smug, “i can’t help but turn my focus to more important things. for example, the widening gap between men and women’s wages. and we can’t forget the rising prices of feminine hygiene products, of course.”
enzo wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve. he doesn’t miss the way dante’s pupils seem to flit over to you every now and then. he clicks his tongue,
“kid, please, y’know she hasn’t even looked at ya, right?”
“she will.”
★… LOVE ISLAND JJK ! ❞
GOOD EVENING, TUMBLR !
it’s your host, MARS STERLING live from the villa ! five couples remain on the island & tonight, one of them is going home—it’s up to america tumblr to vote who they think is the least genuine couple, & decide who will be dumped from the island !
includes 𝜗ৎ gojo satoru, getou suguru, ryomen sukuna, nanami kento, fushiguro toji
★ GOJO X Y/N ⎯⎯ FAN TWITTER !
huntrix00 says:
‘did yall not see how satoru rolled his eyes when y/n kept telling him to not talk to the casa girls. free my man omg 😭’
slushynoobzz7 says:
‘GOJO AND Y/N ENEMIES TO LOVERS I’M HERE FOR IT. but can we talk abt the scene where he was lwk palming her in her bikini tho…like sir this is NATIONAL TELEVISION.’
hothighpriestess says:
‘okay but are we just gonna ignore the fact that gojo is a sagittarius. he’s gonna cheat on my girl please free y/n 💔’
ⓘ CONFESSIONALS
‘gojo and y/n, what do you have to say about your relationship ?’
SCREEN QUEEN! - G.S.
Synopsis. To see a movie or to make one? Four times Geto Suguru absolutely ruined you for the cameras, and the one time outside of them.
Pairing. Geto Suguru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! pórnstar! reader, pórnstar!Geto, he is so DOWN BAD, exhibítionism, breéding, Geto’s tattoos, Geto’s PIERCINGS (d, tongue), THREÉSOMES, some Gojo x Reader x Geto, streamer!Gojo, vóyeurísm, Geto gets one taste is PÚSSYDRÚNK, mast. (Geto), oraI (fem + male rec.), spítting, p slapping, some Toji x Reader, PÚRE SMUT, húmping, matíng presses, semi-public, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 10.1k (woah)
A/N. Have a lovely week <3
“Ch-chin up, honey–” Geto’s drunkenly half-lidded stare sticks to you like a greedy second skin. And it makes him snicker, curling his thick fingers around your neck to force your glassy eyes upwards. “Let the camera see that hah- pretty face of yours.”
You mewl, batting your teary lashes up at his towering figure. Pretty glossed lips pressing the most sinful French kisses up his sensitive shaft, “Like this, Sugu?”
And god, that makes him throw his head back with a whimper. It makes him dredge up everything left of his sanity to remember those next few lines of his, praying that those babbling messes of his groans pick up on the microphones.
“Y-yeah, got that right.” he jostles his muscular thighs even more heavily manspread, baring you with a sopping wet swipe of his angry tip against your pout. Poking the bulbous curve of his cool metal piercing just barely- “So you can listen, brat.”
Damn. Geto’s already sure he’d stumbled over his script a few too many times. Already sure he’d forgotten what the next scene was with how he was too dangerously close-
CUT!
your nerdy fuckbuddy gojo has a tongue piercing?!?
“gojo—“ you said. “pause. stop.” you added, pulling his head up, away from your pussy. normally, you’d never stop him. ever. he pushed his slightly fogged up glasses up the bridge of his nose, and then spoke, his tone quiet and worried. “wh—what’s wrong? did— does it not feel good? a—am i going too fa—“ you shook your head quickly, and then sat up on your forearms.
“no, no, of course not— it’s .. i dunno. something feels.. weird. sort of.. cold.” you spoke, feeling sort of uncertain and deluded. you had never felt this feeling when he ate you out. you grabbed his chin lightly, and then thumbed at his lips. “do you have ice in your mouth or something?” you asked.
“uh—no..? but.. i.. can if you’d like that?” he said, looking up at you with a worried expression on his face. as he spoke, though, you noticed something shining in his mouth. “open your mouth.” you ordered. and he did so. quicker than you’d expected. he stuck his tongue out, and you gasped. “when did you get that?” you said, staring at the metal ball on his tongue.
“um.. a few days ago. i lost a bet with my brother.” he said, scratching his head and looking away, almost like he was embarrassed. “your brother.. the one in the fraternity?” you asked. “that’s the one.” he confirmed. wasn’t too far off from him. you’ve met him before— saturo. the sleazy, disgustingly sexy yet dangerous frat boy. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want him.
“hm.” you said quietly. “do you like it?” he whispered, going back down so his nose was level with your cunt. “does it make you feel good?” he said, his breath fanning over the sensitive flesh. he gave you a long, slow lick, from your hole to your clit, not breaking eye contact. “when i got it done,” he said quietly, giving your clit a sweet kiss, and snaking his arms around your thighs to hold you down, so you wouldn’t twitch so much. “i couldn’t stop thinking of you. i was so excited to use it on you..” he murmured against you.
he reached up his hand, dragging his middle finger and ring fingers from your clit, down to circle around your hole, and then finally, inserting them in. he leaned up to you, giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek, then another against your ear as he fingered you. “satoru—“ you moaned, watching as his fingers disappeared in and out of you. you bit your lip, and then he leaned down to capture your lips, wasting no time to use his tongue.
his tongue circled yours, and you moaned at the taste of yourself, and the feeling of his metal on your tongue. “i lost the bet on purpose.” he whispered against your lips. “i overheard you talking about guys with tongue piercings, and..” he said softly, giving your lips a chaste peck, his thumb moving up to work your clit as he fingered you. “i got jealous. jealous that you potentially didn’t have me in mind.” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “i wanted nothing more than for you to experience this. nothing more than for you to use me for as long as you want to.” he said, his tone almost whiny as he pleaded.
“please,” he whimpered. “use me. i’m yours.”
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a/n : HI GUYS SO MUCH SUPPORT ON MY LAST NERDJO DRABBLE IM GEEKED. thank u guys sm im cheesing real hard. thought id feed you guys a bit more!
‧ ₊❝ higuruma fucks the prosecutor after losing his case!
there's a million reasons why you shouldn't be doing this.
one, he's a defense attorney, and you're a prosecutor, fighting for opposing goals. you're enemies on the legal battlefield — one of you always has to lose. in fact, you’d clashed with him over many court cases over the span of your career, and every time, neither of you were willing to let the other claim the victory.
two, you’re fucking in his office. that has to be in violation of every workplace and HR policy. there was a non-zero chance someone could walk past and hear the awful squelching and moans. and an even higher chance that this would jeopardise both of your careers.
it was all quite unbecoming of two highly-respected lawyers. despite being highly aware of these facts, it didn’t mean it would translate into rational actions.
you could tell yourself that you tried pushing higuruma away when he tugged you into his office, that you slapped his hands away when they came to unbutton your blouse, that you kicked him hard in the balls when he peeled off your soaked panties, but you knew that would be completely against the legal oath to “tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth”.
it’s a good thing you weren’t being questioned in court.
no one had to know you had let higuruma swipe the stacks of legal documents off his desk, the sheets of white picked up by the wind from the ceiling fan. and they definitely didn't need to know you wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to hoist you up onto the desk, his hands gripping the flesh on your thighs.
your skirt was pulled down, pooling underneath your feet; your sheer tights were ripped apart, seam splitting down the middle.
the way higuruma’s hips snapped against yours was depraved enough, but not for him, it seemed. as the desk beneath you squeaked under the weight of his thrusts, you were forced to look over his blazer-covered shoulders, out the large windows that overlooked the busy streets of tokyo.
fully knowing there were blinds that could be easily drawn down, he had instead made you deal with the humiliation (or thrill) of knowing someone in the opposite buildings could catch you being railed by your biggest rival.
one glimpse of your flushed cheeks and messy hair would tell a passer-by all they needed to know about what was going on in the office.
“is your ego really that easily wounded? you shouldn’t be that surprised, i was always sensei’s favourite—f-fuck—after all,” you spat, letting out an involuntary moan when higuruma’s tip slammed against your cervix, his hand tightening against your waist.
“you talk too much. you were just lucky today,” he grunts into your ear, his gravelly voice making your juices further coat his length. it’s almost embarrassing, how wet you’re getting because of him, but who could blame you? not only did he have a good dick, he knew damn well how to use it, much unlike your past hookups.
you scoffed, “just accept the fact that i’m a better lawyer than you.”
“right. and who’s the one that’s dripping all over me?”
fuck. he had you there.
he chuckles at your inability to respond, “yeah, just be a good girl f’me and take my cock.”
“fuck you.” you wheeze.
“you already are.”
that very cock has a mean, right curve that devilishly prods against g-spot with every thrust. it was almost as if it was made for your cunt. it was such a shame you couldn’t stand him, you wouldn’t mind getting dicked down by him every night.
you could feel the subtle pulse of him against your puffy walls, which felt strangely intimate despite how rough he was being. his thrusts were getting sloppier, breath warm against your bare neck.
“shit, you’re s’tight, gonna fill this pretty pussy up,” he regains vigour, wet plaps filling the room. “cum with me.” his dead eyes are glazed over, the eyebags underneath proof of the tireless nights of reviewing cases.
your legs wrap around higuruma’s hips, pulling him flush against you, leaving him almost no room to pull out. you’re close too, and he can feel it — the way you’re clenching him tight, the veins on his dick dragging providing a delicious friction that has you whining for more.
higuruma falls onto you as he cums, head landing on the crook of your neck, the bridge of his nose pressing into your flesh. you feel warmth flood your insides as he continues thrusting weakly into you. you reach your own orgasm soon after, the evidence mixing with his cum, leaking onto the polished floors of his office.
you’re both panting, his body slumped over yours, legs caging your frame. you swear you can hear the door knob jiggle, which thankfully, higuruma had locked.
“i demand a retrial,” he says, reaching for his discarded tie.
you roll your eyes. “why? so you can lose to me again and pull me in here for another fuck?”
“who knows, maybe i’ll let you ride my nose next. but i’m not going lose a second time.”
✶˖・a/n | jumping on the higuruma bandwagon