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singledad! nanami having the hots for yuji’s kindergarten teacher who has the tendency to overwork herself to the bone in the name of her precious students

he gets her to unwind with him 🫣 they fuck LMAOOOLLL

Sypnosis - Read above request.

Pairing - !SingleDad Nanami x !Kindergarten Teacher Reader

Warning(s) - None besides some foul language.

Word Count - 2.6k

A/N - Hi, yes, okay, I know the request had a smut element to it, but I took a fluffy route. If you want a part two that has that smut element or an alternate version that focuses on that smut element, please send me a request and I will get to it as quickly as I can! But I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it!

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

ENCOUNTER 1 : 

“There! He’s over there!” Yuuji says happily, his grip over your hand tightening as he points to a blonde-haired man standing in the crowd of awaiting parents. You follow his gaze, smiling kindly as the man lifts his hand in a wave, grinning at both you and Yuuji.  

“Alright, off you go then,” you smile down at Yuuji, releasing his hand and watching as the six-year-old toddles over to his father, wrapping his arms around the taller man’s leg and smiling widely up at him. His father stands straight, waving once more to you before vanishing into the crowd. 

ENCOUNTER 2 : 

"Mr. Nanami, correct?" You cast a glance down at your clipboard before your gaze returns to the blonde male standing in front of you. He nods, smiling apologetically as Yuuji tugs once again on his arm, trying his hardest to get his father's attention. "You can both come inside." 

Nanami smiles again as he walks past you, taking a seat on the too-small chairs that you had set up in the center of the classroom. His knees curl up to his chest, but he says nothing as you sit in front of him, smiling first at Yuuji before your gaze shifts to settle on him.  

"Yuuji is an absolute pleasure to have in class. He's very helpful with others and myself, he focuses on each task he's given – he's a very gifted student," you explain, lifting up the pages on your clipboard and smiling as Yuuji's toothy grin widens, gleeful with the praise you were giving him.  

"Is that so? I'm very glad to hear that," Nanami nods, turning then to Yuuji and placing a palm over the top of his head. The six-year-old giggles, leaning into his father's touch with a closed-eye smile.  

You watch the interaction with a gentle smile of your own, fingers releasing their hold on the papers of your clipboard and listening as they quietly fall into place.  

ENCOUNTER 3 : 

"Papa, look! It's Miss (Y/N)," Yuuji bubbles happily, tugging on Nanami's pant leg and pointing in the direction that he had seen you. Curious, Nanami allows his gaze to follow Yuuji's finger – the scolding he wanted to give about pointing falling dead in his throat.  

You're preoccupied with whatever shopping list is curled between your fingers, lips pressed firmly together in thought as you struggle to decide which brand of potato chips to buy. Nanami can't help but silently admire you from his place farther down the same aisle. His lips tug upward in a soft smile – maybe one day he would have enough courage to stride up to you. 

ENCOUNTER 4 : 

"Oh, hello. Did Yuuji forget something at home?" you inquire curiously, raising an eyebrow as a very disheveled Nanami straightens himself out in front of you. His fingers fiddle with his tie, trying to make it look a touch more presentable – but to no avail.  

"I apologize for my appearance, this morning has been hectic. But yes, Yuuji accidentally left his lunchbox," Nanami answers, holding up the small metal lunchbox decorated with superhero stickers – some scratched and some brand new.  

You smile gently at him, reaching out to take the lunchbox from his fingers. "Don't worry, we all have those mornings," you say reassuringly, chuckling gently at Nanami. He returns your smile, cheeks warming at the lingering feeling that your fingers had left behind.  

ENCOUNTER 5 :  

"Hey, isn't that Yuuji's teacher?" Gojo asks, lifting his index finger to point across the bar. Nanami's eyes follow Gojo's finger – which then widen at the sight of you mingling with a few friends, nursing a fruity cocktail in your hand.  

Nanami hums in response, trying his hardest to return his attention to his drink, but your outfit is much too tight, pushing up exactly what needs to be pushed up and making your figure just that much more attractive. Behind his eyeglasses, his gaze roams up and down the dips and curves of your body, his lips quirking up in tune with his wandering eyes.  

"Yeah, it is," he mutters offhandedly, lifting his glass to his lips and resting it against the skin there. Gojo smirks, lowering his finger before standing from his place at the bar. Nanami's eyebrows pinch together in curiosity, watching the snowy-haired male swagger his way across the bar – not stopping until he reaches where you stand with your friends, then throwing a slender arm over your shoulders.  

The once loose grip Nanami had over his glass is replaced by a tight curl of his fingers, one that could surely shatter the glass should he apply the right amount of pressure. His eyes narrow in an almost predatory manner – watching as Gojo smiles at both you and the friends that had come along with you.  

You return his smile and laugh at the cheesy jokes that he throws your way, but Nanami can see the hint of discomfort that lies behind the curl of your lips. Oh, so that was Gojo's plan. 

Downing the rest of the whiskey in his glass, Nanami stands from his place at the bar, striding across the small space until he stands just a few inches away from you, your friends, and Gojo – the latter of whom is wearing that shit-eating grin he always wears when his plans work out just the way that he wanted them to.  

"Oh! Mr. Nanami! I didn't expect to see you out here," you say, turning quickly to glance at the blonde as he wanders into your line of vision. Your smile, once uncomfortable and forced, was now that same smile that you flashed at him when you noticed him at dismissal. "It's nice to see you." 

Nanami's cheeks heat, and he silently thanks the bar for being so dim, its lighting hiding the gentle pink hue that imbues over his face. "It's nice to see you as well Miss (Y/N)," Nanami nods at you, feeling himself smile as you shift an inch closer to him.  

"Oh, would you like to join me at the bar? Your friends can as well, if they'd like," Nanami offers, shooting Gojo a pointed glare. Gojo only smirks, shrugging his shoulders indifferently. That bastard. 

You glance to your friend, who nods encouragingly at you. You turn back to Nanami, smiling at his offer and reaching a hand out to squeeze his arm – your touch lights a small fire underneath his skin, one that he most certainly does not complain about.  

"We'd love to, thank you." 

ENCOUNTER 6 : 

"Where's your father Yuuji?" Your voice is a quiet mumble, your fingers still closed around Yuuji's as the both of your gazes sift through the crowd of awaiting parents – and yet Nanami is nowhere to be seen. The pink-haired boy sinks back onto his heels, a saddened look falling over his face as he leans into your side.  

"I don't know," he mumbles in response, his eyes already glossing over with tears. You soften, kneeling down to be at eye-level with the boy and smiling as reassuringly as you can at him. "Did he forget me?" 

You shake your head quickly, squeezing the tiny hand that still rests in yours. Yuuji sniffles, his cheeks puffing out in an adorable pout. "No! No honey, your father did not forget you. It could just be that work is keeping him a little later." 

Seemingly satisfied with your explanation, Yuuji nods, rubbing his free hand against his tear-filled eyes, sniffling. You smile again, squeezing his fingers before guiding him back to the entrance of your classroom.  

He follows, sitting down at his seat and taking the coloring sheets and colored pencils that you offer him, already scribbling away at the black-and-white monkey that laid in front of him. You take the seat at his left, feeling your heart warm as Yuuji tilts the sheet towards you – a silent invite for you to color with him.  

You take one of the colored pencils that he offers you, coloring in a small section of the page and occasionally looking up to your classroom door – where the hell was Nanami?  

"Wait here for a moment Yuuji, I'm going to call your father, okay?" You lift a hand to ruffle the boy's hair, smiling at him before silently moving towards the chorded phone tucked into the corner of your classroom, located just behind your desk.  

Just as you finish dialing in the now familiar number, the door to your classroom opens, revealing a disheveled Nanami. He leans quietly against the doorframe for a moment, catching his breath before Yuuji turns, smiling widely at the sight of his father.  

"Papa!" 

You turn from where you stand beside the phone, smiling in relief as you watch Yuuji bound up to Nanami, wrapping his little arms halfway around his father's legs.  

"There you are. I have to admit, I was getting a little worried about you," you admit with a smile, waving to Nanami as you walk closer to the pair, watching through softened eyes as Yuuji reaches for his completed coloring page, wanting to show his father.  

"I apologize for my lateness. I had not expected my office to keep me as late as they did," Nanami apologizes, bowing his head at you. You wave him off, then folding your fingers together in front of you.  

"It's not an issue at all. Though you did give Yuuji quite the scare," you admit, not failing to notice the way that Nanami's smile fades for a quick moment, but returns when Yuuji lifts his coloring page up to him.  

"Oh," he hums, turning to Yuuji and laying a palm against the youngster's head, lovingly ruffling his hair. "I apologize Yuuji, I didn’t mean to frighten you." 

"It's okay Papa! Miss (Y/N) and I colored together!" Yuuji bubbles, his eyes crinkling in a wide smile as his eyes momentarily flicker to you. "See? I made this one look like you." 

Nanami smiles fondly, then turning to you and once again mouthing his thanks. You merely wave him off, watching with a smile of your own as Yuuji continues to explain each little character that he had colored in.  

ENCOUNTER 7 : 

"Good morning Miss (Y/N)!" Yuuji exclaims happily, smiling brightly up at you as Nanami leads him forward, releasing the little boy's hand as he tugs his father towards you.  

Biting back the yawn that rises in your throat, you will yourself to smile back at your student, waving politely at him and watching through half-lidded eyes as he lets go of Nanami's hand. He opens his mouth to question you, but is immediately distracted by the call of one of his friends.  

"Good morning Miss (Y/L/N)," Nanami bows politely at you, one that you return clumsily. His eyebrows pinch together in a mixture of curiosity and concern – you weren't acting like your regular self. Your once bubbly attitude and bright greetings were replaced now by half-assed "good morning's" and small waves that carried none of your usual warmth.  

"Morning Mr. Nanami," you return, your smile wobbling as your eyes flicker to meet his own. It's then that he notices the exhaustion that weighs heavy on your eyelids, practically tugging them down to a point where you look as though you're about to fall asleep standing upright.  

"Are you feeling alright this morning?" 

"Oh yes, just tired is all," you wave off his concern, smiling once again at him before a comfortable yet uncomfortable silence falls over the both of you. "I'll be seeing you later?" 

"Yes, have a good day," Nanami smiles at you, his heart warming when you return it – though it doesn't quite reach your eyes that way that it would normally. You wave again at him as he walks off, then turning to your awaiting students and clapping your hands once together.  

ENCOUNTER 8 : 

"Oh! Miss (Y/N)! My papa wanted to talk to you after school today," Yuuji mentions to you, smiling as he glances up from the worksheet that he had been previously occupied with. Your eyebrows pinch together in intrigue, glancing down at the pink-haired boy and tilting your head at him.   

"Alright then, I'll be waiting for him," you reply with a kind smile, then continuing your routine check on the rest of your students, being sure that none of them were struggling with the work that you had handed out.  

< … > 

"Yuuji mentioned that you wanted to speak with me?"  

Nanami swallows the growing lump in his throat, suddenly feeling oddly choked up as you stand in front of him, lifting his hand to scratch at the back of his neck. His shirt feels tighter than before, the air surrounding him is suddenly hotter than it had been previously.  

"Yes – uhm – my apologies if I am taking up your time," Nanami begins, fiddling with his fingers and scratching at already existing hangnails, "but there is something that I wanted to ask of you." 

You smile kindly at him, a gentle laugh falling from your parted lips – a sound that Nanami wishes that he could commit to the very depths of his memory.  

"You're not wasting my time at all," you're quick to reassure him, your gaze momentarily flickering to Yuuji as he takes advantage of the empty classroom, organizing the books in your small-shelved library.  

Nanami inhales deeply, holding the breath in his chest and wondering if what he was about to ask would make you view him in a different light – though he sincerely hoped that you wouldn't.  

"I was wondering...and forgive me if this is too forward...if you would like to join me for coffee sometime this weekend?" His voice is dangerously quiet, a light shake to his voice as the fear of being rejected finally sinks into his bones – maybe he shouldn’t have said anything at all.  

Your laughter dies down, fading completely as you stare at Nanami – you certainly hadn't expected him to ask you that.  

Just as Nanami opens his mouth to apologize again, you cut him off.  

"I'd love to." 

With cheeks dusted pink and a smile that could only be compared to a lovesick fool, Nanami glances up at you, feeling his chest warm at the sight of your dimpled cheeks and crinkled eyes.  

< ... > 

"So that's how you and Papa fell in love?" Yuuji tilts his head curiously, biting back his yawn as he nestles further into his comforters. You smile gently at him, reaching a hand out to affectionately ruffle his hair, threading your fingers through his pink locks.  

"That's exactly how Papa and I fell in love. He took me for coffee that very weekend, and the rest is history," you recall with a lovesick smile plastered onto your face. Yuuji smiles sleepily, a sight that you mentally commit to memory.  

"I'm happy you and Papa met," Yuuji whispers adorably, yawning again before his heavy eyes finally flutter shut, exhaustion taking over him. You smile again, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss against his forehead before you stand from his bed. 

You turn your head, jumping at the sight of Nanami standing in the doorframe to Yuuji's bedroom, leaning against it with crossed arms and a gentle smile on his face. "How long were you there for?" Your voice is almost accusatory as you walk into your husband's arms, resting your own around his neck and tracing your fingernails along his nape.  

"Long enough to hear you retell that story for – what – the eighty-fifth time?" Nanami perks an eyebrow at you, leaning down to slot his lips against yours. You hum against his mouth, tugging him a bit closer and biting playfully at his bottom lip.  

He pulls away after a moment, the tip of his nose affectionately brushing against your own, his large hands squeezing playfully at your waist.  

"And every time I tell it, you hang off of my every word, don't you?"  

Nanami smiles, his lips ghosting over your own as he tugs you impossibly closer, your chest pressed flush against his own.  

"That I do." 

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Spider-man! Gojo x fem! reader

this is sort of a test post to see whether or not i should finish this fic :p

WC: 2.7k (so far)

Summary: You work as a waitress and have been one for a while, but during the colder months, the restaurant you work as gets little to no business. In order to make enough to live, you start stealing from rich people’s homes at night, but eventually you get caught by none other than Spider-man himself.

The winter air was always so cruel.

It made going outside so dreadful, difficult…

Breathing would hurt. Your face and ears would sting. The joints in your fingers would hurt to bend. Being cold sucked. It was the worst time of the year.

But the most terrible part of this was waking up while it was below freezing, and still having to go to work. You’d clock in to your shitty waitress job, where you’d only get two customers at most with the weather like this. You’d force the friendliest smile, refill their coffee cups multiple times, engage in conversations you’d have no recollection of in a matter of minutes, just for them to leave a couple of quarters as your tip. Obviously, tipping was never mandatory, but leaving just coins felt like a joke. On days like this, you wanted to chase them down, throw their change at them, and to tell them to stuff their money where the sun doesn't shine.

Obviously, you’d get fired immediately, but no harm in just thinking about it. After a couple hours of absolutely nothing, you’d leave filled with disappointment. Going home after making less than two dollars felt like a punch in the face.

Winter was agonizing.

It made leaving bed difficult, it made work slow… it felt like torture.

It made stealing a whole lot tougher too.

The risk of slipping while trying to run increased. Windows would be frozen shut, making it harder to open them. Roofs would be covered in ice and the snow makes footprints visible.

Obviously, this didn’t stop you, but damn was it a challenge.

You’ve learned to counter these hardships, nearly perfecting your craft.

Nearly…

It was past midnight when you left to strike your next million dollar home. These types of houses always had countless items worth thousands just laying around. Needless to say, you felt no guilt breaking in and taking what you wanted.

After disabling any alarms, you proceeded to one of the windows and checked to make sure no one would be inside the room. Once you knew it was empty, you started cracking open the window. Since it was late at night and freezing, it was frozen shut, meaning it’d take longer to get inside. Your hands were shaking from the cold and you did your best to stop the chattering of your teeth. ‘No big deal, I’ve dealt with this before…’

The window started thawing bit by bit, eventually getting unstuck. You started lifting it up to open it enough to slip inside, but before you could, your hand got stuck to the windowsill.

‘What the hell is this?’ Looking down at your hand, you saw it was covered in webs… which meant…

“Ah, got locked out? I tend to forget my keys a lot as well…” The person to blame for you being stuck slowly stalked towards you, “…but again, I know who lives here, and I know for sure it isn’t you.”

You turned your body towards the man and stared him down. “And how can you be so sure of that? Think I can’t afford a place like this? That’s very assumptious of you…”

He let out a laugh and cocked his head. Because of his mask, you couldn’t tell what expression he had on, but you could feel him mocking you.

“If you could afford this place, would you be wearing that outfit?” He declared. “But, forgive me for assuming the worst.” He approached you, and with every step, you realized how truly massive he was. All those news articles or magazine covers never did his height justice.

Or his muscles… Especially in his skin-tight suit.

Trying to ignore his stature, you scoffed at his comment. “Didn’t know Spider-man kept up with the latest fashion trends. Forgive me for not being able to afford new clothes for every season.” You leaned against the wall of the building and tried to make yourself seem nonchalant, but in reality, you were terrified of what was to come.

Spider-man placed himself next to you and crossed his arms. “Obviously I keep up. How could I be someone everyone looks up to, but have absolutely no style? That’d be embarrassing on my end…” He looked you up and down, ‘accidentally’ letting his eyes linger on certain parts for too long. “Well I guess you aren’t too bad. Could use some work though…”

You only rolled your eyes at him. “Wow, I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t hear that, asshole.” He laughed and it took everything in you to not blush.

“So is this like a full time gig or what? I can’t imagine this pays good money.” The way he was talking to you made it feel like you both were just old friends catching up. It was odd.

“No. I do this when I have a shitty day at work.” You looked over at him and saw he was staring at the ground. “I’m a waitress… so when I get really bad tips, I feel like I have to steal in order to make up for it. I know it’s wrong but… I don’t know how else I’d make enough to survive.”

He didn’t say anything and you felt yourself blushing. It felt like you over shared and now he didn’t know how to respond. How you managed to make a superhero uncomfortable was beyond you. You were ready to apologize, but he started talking.

“Yeah, it is wrong, but I don’t blame you. I’d probably do the same if I was in your position.”

You were taken aback by his response. He stated that in such a causal manner, you forgot you were talking to someone who’s considered to be a figure of authority. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “Are you allowed to say things like that?”

He only shrugged and let out a light chuckle.

“As long as you don’t tell anyone, I think I’ll be fine.” He leaned his head against the wall behind him and sighed. “Where do you work? Maybe I’ll come and visit someday.”

After telling him where you worked, he continued asking questions that only got short responses for the next couple of minutes.

‘Why’s he making so much small talk? He’s gonna arrest me, so why delay the inevitable? Is he… psychology torturing me?’ Dozens of thoughts went through your head, all of them bad and making you feel ill. You groaned at the feeling of a headache coming in, causing Spider-man to lock his eyes onto you.

Feeling his eyes on you made you feel worse. “If you’re gonna arrest me, why are you talking to me? Just… do it already.”

This caused him to let out a snort. You turned your head towards him with furrowed brows. “Who said I was gonna arrest you?”

Now you were really confused. “Well I mean… you’re a hero… isn’t that your job? I-I don’t… get it…” The temperature outside being below freezing and your nerves caused you to start stuttering. It was embarrassing, but couldn’t be helped. His unknown motive was just scaring you further.

He scanned over your figure again, but once he did, he placed his arms above you, trapping you with his body. “You nervous? I don’t tend to bite…” You felt a shiver run up your spine. Nerves… or was it a different feeling? It was hard to tell at this point. “I’ll be honest with you, this isn’t my first time seeing you. I’m surprised you haven’t been arrested, but these cops are pretty bad at their jobs…” Your knees felt like they were gonna give out. If this was a dream, you weren’t sure if you wanted to wake up.

“I-if you’ve seen me before, why did you wait to say… or do anything?” Hesitantly, you looked up at him and stared into the eyes of his mask. Using the hand he didn’t web down, you placed it on his chest to try and build space, but instead, he held it down in place with his own.

He lowered his head closer to yours, your lips being separated by only a few inches and his mask. “Do you want me to do something?”

Silence met his question. The urge to say yes was there, but you lacked the confidence. Surely he was just messing with you…

You both stayed staring into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually, the sound of police sirens broke the trance you both were in. He cleared his throat and took a couple steps backwards.

“Want me to take you home? It’s too cold for you to walk.” He held a hand towards you, already making the decision for you. Still flustered from the events prior, you only nodded your head and grabbed his hand.

You muttered your address to him and without another word, he placed your arms around his neck and gripped onto your waist tightly.

The trip home was terrifying to say the least. He thought it’d be funny to swing extremely close to the ground and after a near collision with a bus, you spent a majority of the time with your head buried into his chest. You felt every laugh and breath he’d take. It was comforting. It felt right.

Eventually, he landed on the small patio of your apartment, but you didn’t want to stop holding him. You didn’t want him letting go of you, but you also knew he probably had other matters to attend to. You placed both feet on the ground and let go of his neck. The both of you stared into each other’s eyes once more before you looked away and cleared your throat.

“Thank you for taking me home… and not throwing me in jail.” You fidgeted with your fingers not sure what else to say. You weren’t sure why he made you so nervous, it was either fear or attraction.

He raised his hand up to your face and forced your eyes onto him. He lifted the bottom half of his mask to reveal his lips, and to leave a small kiss on your cheek. “No problem, angel.”

And with that, he disappeared before you could even register what just happened. You felt your face get hot. It was definitely attraction. You placed a hand over the cheek he kissed and giggled a bit before heading inside.

It was hard to sleep. You felt like you were back in middle school, staying up late just thinking about the crushes you had and making up scenarios. But this time, you didn’t have to make anything up. Him kissing your cheek replayed over and over again, and everytime it did, it didn’t fail to make you blush, over and over again.

The next day at work, the hostess, Nobara, ushered you behind the counter frantically. “Don’t freak out, but this guy came in asking for you specifically, and I sat him at one of your tables, but then I realized I don’t recognize him as one of our regulars, and I thought for a second you had a stalker… but then I realized he’s Gojo fucking Satoru. Gojo Satoru and he’s asking for you! How do you even know him, no offense but-“

You waved your hand in front of her to cut off her rambling. “Okay, take a breath… and I don’t know anyone named Gojo Satoru, so maybe I do have a stalker.” You started walking towards the break room to hang up your jacket and bag, Nobara following behind.

She furrowed her eyebrows at your statement. “You’re telling me you don’t recognize the name?” You simply shook your head as you put your things away.

Nobara placed a hand on her chest, almost looking offended. “Gojo Satoru, owner of the billion dollar Satoru brand? He’s the Louis Vuitton of our generation, how do you not know him...”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her. “He’s worth billions, yet he’s eating at this shithole. I don’t really care who he is, I just hope he tips me well.” As you both left the break room, you noticed Nobara staring at the man sitting in the restaurant.

You nudged her, but that didn’t break her gaze from him. “Introduce me. Tell him I make an amazing model, but don’t mention my height.” She whipped her head towards you, revealing a stern look.

“Don’t give yourself any premature wrinkles now. I promise I’ll try bringing you up.” You gave her a wink and walked towards the man.

The second you reached his table, he immediately put down his phone, giving you his undivided attention and a grin. You gave him a small one back as you placed his menu down.

In all honesty, he was super attractive and was wearing extremely expensive looking clothing, which would make sense if he was really the guy Nobara was talking about. His hair was platinum, completely standing out since he wore all black. The thing that really stood out to you though, was the fact that he was wearing dark sunglasses indoors. It was strange, but you weren’t one to judge.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. Can I start you with anything to drink?” Your speech was almost robot-like and he did not like that.

“Aw come on, you don't need to talk to me like that. I’m here as your friend.” He teased, his tone feeling very familiar. You turned your head to the side, trying to pinpoint why this felt like deja vu.

“Do I know you from somewhere? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before.” Your eyes narrowed as you tried remembering if you’ve ever come across this man before. ‘Definitely not from high school, his white hair stands out too much, I would’ve noticed him. Maybe the subway? But he’s a billionaire, he wouldn’t take public transportation… so…’ The more you thought about it, the wider his smile grew.

He opened up the menu and scanned over all the items. “What’s your favorite?” His question broke you out of your daze, disrupting the conclusion you almost made.

“My favorite? I’m pretty basic so the pancakes I guess.” He nodded at your answer and handed back the menu

“I’ll get that and a coffee with extra creamer, thank you.” You grabbed the menu from him and nodded, not even bothering to write down his order since it was so simple.

“Sounds good.” As you walked away, you felt him staring at you, making you a bit nervous.

After you told the kitchen his order, you filled a mug with coffee and packed a second mug with various creamer cups. You placed both mugs on his table and before you could even get a word out, he started speaking.

“Could you sit down for a bit? Since there’s no one else here, it won’t be a bother, right?” It didn’t really feel like he was asking, he said it in an almost demanding tone. You slightly opened your mouth but just as quickly closed it. He had a point, the place was practically dead and would more than likely stay that way for a while, so you sat.

He gave you another grin and started opening the cups of creamer. It was awkward just sitting there. He didn’t try starting a conversation and you had no idea what to talk about. You were still confused about why he asked to be sat at your tables specifically and wanted to know if you’ve met before. You had a feeling you have, since his overall presence just felt so familiar. Nervously, you started tapping at your legs waiting for him to say anything.

As Gojo made his coffee, it being more cream than coffee, he stared at you as he stirred it. He noticed how tense you were and let out a small laugh. “I’m surprised you haven’t fangirled over me. Most women tend to.”

Since you had sat down, you kept your gaze locked onto the table, but his comment made you slowly look up at him. He only stared back with a slight smirk on his face, making you scoff. “You haven’t even introduced yourself. Am I supposed to just know who you are?”

[ponderingmoonlight]

JJK men with a small-chested reader

Pairings: Toji x reader; Gojo x reader; Choso x reader; Nanami x reader; Sukuna x reader; Geto x reader

Word Count: 4,5k

Warnings: this is LONG so get seated; reader gets confronted with hate regarding small boobs so if that's not for you don't read, smut mentioned in Toji's & Nanami's part, abusive ex relationship in Nanami's part, Gojo is a dick in Geto's part and in general I feel like this one isn't that great so sorry for all my Geto lovers out there I'm tired

Toji Fushiguro

You can’t help but let yourself fall into his rough touch, enjoy the sensation of his body pressed against yours. How you ended up here? You couldn’t care less. Is it pretty bad to be minutes away from getting laid by your enemy? Maybe, but you don’t give a damn.

Until his hand yanks towards your breasts.

“N-No. Stop”, you whimper, pushing against his broad shoulders to get him off you.

“C’mon, what’s wrong babe? Don’t ya enjoy yourself?”, he purrs against your ear.

Oh god, just the sound of his deep voice lets your mind wander to places where it hasn’t been for ages, makes you arche your body towards him like a needy teenager.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

But just when he’s about to stretch his hand towards your chest again, you lift yourself off the couch so suddenly that you almost fall over. No, you just can’t do this.

Automatically, you cross your arms in front of your chest, eyes gazing down at the nothingness you hold. Since you can remember, you’ve got picked on for having small boobs. Oh, how desperately you waited throughout whole puberty for them to finally grow, how much you secretly begged for those delicious female curves you’ve seen all over media and anime. But every time you look into the mirror, you are greeted by basically nothing. If a man like Toji would see you like this. God, if he only touches your breast and realizes that your décolleté comes from nothing but a push up bra…

It’s impossible for a man like him to find a woman like you attractive. Why were you even stupid enough to consider a one-night stand with him, when looks are the only thing that really counts? If he sees you’ve been lying into his face, that you don’t look like those girls on magazines…

Would he make fun of you? The disappointed look on his face as soon as he unclips your bra would be too much to handle alone.

“I can’t do this. Sorry”, you mumble, fingers frantically straighten your clothes.

Just forget about what happened today. Get home, take off your bra and stare at the ceiling. You don’t need a man to satisfy your needs anyway…right?

He grabs you by your waist so suddenly that you aren’t even able to react when his other hand unclips your bra and pulls up your shirt.

You fail to breathe, glossy eyes staring into his unbothered face in sheer disbelief. Did that man just expose your whole chest within the blink of a second?

“Why are you actin’ all shy, huh? Those are some nice tits”, he speaks out with a sly grin.

“I…”

You are lost at words, lost at thoughts, lost at sight. This man is walking sex himself. Damn, he could probably pull any girl on this planet. But no, he decided to get into your apartment and he just said that…Your breasts look good?

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting all day for that”, he signs.

His usual so rough fingers cup your breasts gently, swallow them whole with ease. Toji’s eyes are completely fixated on the sensation between his fingertips, how your warm flesh feels against his palms.

“I thought you…you aren’t into…small boobs”, you moan, closing your embarrassed eyes to shield yourself from his intense stare.

“I’m a man of culture”, he comments.

Oh, you can tell he’s grinning like he always does. Slowly but surely everything seems to fade away. All the dumb comments about your body, all the times you looked into the mirror and blankly stared at your flat chest. No, everything that counts now is that the force of a man standing in front of you clearly enjoys your sight, that your boobs alone are enough bring a grown man onto his knees, to make him whimper against your heated skin and the bulge in his pants grow with every second.

“Fuck, I need ya”, he hisses.

Toji pully your top over your head before you’re even able to think straight. There he stands, his hand unzipping his pants in slow motion while you gaze up at him panting like a dog.

“I’ll show you how much I’m into you, babe…”

Gojo Satoru

You look yourself up and down in the mirror, mind raising. It’s your third date with none other than the Satoru Gojo. The men who turns women’s heads on a regular basis, the men who invited you into the most exquisite restaurant of the city, the man who even sent you a dress for the occasion. A jaw-dropping gorgeous black dress with a delicate waterfall neckline, just the right fit for a man like him.

But not with your flat chest. The fabric seems to hang on your body like a potato sack, filled by nothing but thin air. And because of the cursed deep back, you aren’t even able to wear a push up bra underneath. Fuck, what are you supposed to do? The more you stare at yourself in the mirror, the worse it seems to fit. Satoru chose this dress only for you. There’s absolutely no way in hell you’ll wear something else, that you disappoint him like that. But do you have another option?

You let yourself fall onto your bed, eyes darting to your phone. Shit, you have only 10 more minutes left before he gets her. How are you supposed to fix this? Will Satoru be disappointed? You never wore tight or unflattering clothes around him before, always hid your smaller chest well behind casual sweatshirts or push up bras. But this…You aren’t able to hide anything in this.

Will be there in 5. Can’t wait to see you in that dress &lt;3

Oh god, you feel like throwing up when reading his message. Everything went so well between the both of you, so unproblematic and genuinely fine. But are you even good enough for Satoru Gojo when he’s surrounded by so many beautiful women? Your hands wander up your stomach, come to a stand on your chest. No, you definitely can’t keep up with Mei Mei and the others. Will he lose interest in you after tonight? Will his facial expression drop the second he lays eyes on you in that dress?

Your palms get sweaty, mind overwhelmed by all those venomous thoughts.

“Fuck, don’t cry”, you hiss to yourself, angrily blinking into the mirror.

The doorbell rings.

Your heart drops.

Shit.

Didn’t he say 10 minutes?

Your feet carry you to your front door automatically, the tall frame of none other than Satoru clearly visible outside. No, why is he here? You didn’t have enough time to think about a solution, didn’t even try on that sticky bra you’ve bought a few months ago-

He rings again. There is no way of out this now. Like in slow motion, your shaky hand presses down the door handle, exposes yourself further and further to Satoru.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, (y/n)”, Satoru comments jokingly.

Hot tears slowly but surely start to take your sight while you stand there like an idiot, covering your chest with your arms. This will be the moment Satoru realizes you aren’t playing in his league, that he can do so much better. What was he thinking anyway, starting to date a girl like you?

“You look absolutely hot in that dress. Oh my god…”, he breathes out.

“Don’t lie to me”, you mumble.

No, you can’t take it. With a swift motion you turn yourself away from his gaze, away from his presence.

“What? I would never lie to you! Hey, are you cryin’? (y/n), look at me.”

Gently, he cups your face with both of his hands, forces you to get lost in the blue ocean of his eyes.

“I’m not doing justice to the dress you’ve gifted me”, you breathe out.

Satoru has to blink a few times, mind trying to process what the hell you are talking about. The minute you opened the door earlier, he was lost. You looked exactly how he imagined, so well-fitted into that black dress, your curves so delicious that it takes all his strength to keep his composure.

“You’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen and I’m serious about that. Why would you think something so ridiculous? Look at your-“

“I’m flat”, you finally snap.

“Flat?”, he repeats in disbelief.

“Flat like a pancake. Flat like a board. I…I have nothing!”, you blurt out.

Satoru can’t believe his ears, has to stare at you in sheer disbelief for a moment. Is this why you’re crying, why you’re crossing your arms in front of your chest like that? Because you think that…your breasts are too small?

“C’mon, you can’t be serious about that.”

He desperately waits for a reaction, for a cute little giggle coming out of your mouth and this being nothing but a prank. But instead, you just stand there in silence and hide yourself even more.

“Okay, let me get that straight: You.Look.Gorgeous. I can’t stop fucking looking at you, that dress fits you so well and when I saw that neckline for the first time…I’m only saying this before you force me to, okay? I’m thirsting over you like a teenager, (y/n)! And I adore every inch of your body, I adore the way your tits look.”

“Stop”, you mumble, his words making shivers run down your spine.

“I won’t stop until you say it.”

“Say what?”, you question, confusion written on your face.

“Repeat after me: I have nice tits.”

Is he serious? You drop your arms to the side, completely bamboozled by the Satoru Gojo in front of you.

“Let’s do it, (y/n)!”

“I have…nice tits”, you breathe out.

“I can’t hear you”, he shouts.

Gently, he grabs your shoulders and shakes you a little. What the hell is going on right now? His smile seems contagious, makes the corners of your mouth turn upwards just the slightest bit.

“I have small tits”, you giggle out.

“NO!”, he screams.

“I have nice tits!”

“I have nice tits”, you shout back.

“Yes, now…Can I touch them?”

“Let’s get going, okay?”, you mutter, head red like a tomato.

Choso Kamo

“What are you doing, (y/n)?”

A high shriek escapes your lips when you look at Choso standing in the door. Fuck, what the hell is this guy doing here while you tried on that bikini you’ve bought earlier?

“Oh, that looks good”, he comments and nods towards your chest.

God, you feel like fainting. Out of all people, why does it have to be Choso standing there? And why do you feel so damn insecure all of the sudden? It’s not a secret to anyone at Jujutsu High that you have a huge crush on Yuji’s bigger brother, that you can’t take your eyes off him. And while you feel pretty comfortable in your own skin, there is this one thing that makes you trip over and over again…

Your breasts.

You didn’t even notice until your female friends began to comment on the size of your boobs when you changed for sport lessons.

“You look like a child, (y/n)!”

“Omg, are you sure that’s normal?”

“You’re a board with nipples…”

“I’m so sorry for you, (y/n)! After all, all boys are into big tits these days! Well, at least you have a good character.”

And still, you didn’t even care that much. But now, with Choso Kamo standing in front of you while you wear nothing but a bikini top instead of your oversized uniform, you feel trapped.

“Well, thanks I guess”, you mumble, cheeks heating up in an instant.

He steps a little closer, eyes narrowed. Oh god, when is this finally over?

“Why are you looking so uncomfortable?”

“Well, maybe because I’m half naked-“

“I can tell it’s not because of that. Are you insecure?”

Fuck, this man reads you like an open book without mercy. For an incarnated curse, he’s way too emphatic.

“I wouldn’t say it like that but…I mean, look at me.”

“Is it because your breasts are smaller than those of the other female members of Jujutsu High? This doesn’t seem like an issue to me at all, (y/n). After all, breasts are mostly made of adipose tissue. Depending on your fat storage and how your body-“

“Oh god, please stop right now”, you interrupt him.

May the ground swallow you whole and keep you. How on earth did you get into a serious talk about your small chest with none other than Choso Kamo? And why does he know all those things about how women’s breast work?

“You seem to know quite a lot about women’s boobs. Did you study them or something?”

Why does your heart suddenly feel so heavy? It shouldn’t bother you that he talked about those things as if he looks at other women’s tits on a regular basis. But…You fell for him because he seemed like a guy who doesn’t care about those things. Were you mistaken about him?

“Not at all! But I overheard you talking to that other woman about the size of your breast and that you don’t feel comfortable about them, so I did research about this topic.”

Oh. Your heart stops beating for a second, your mind going blank. He did research because he overheard your conversation with Shoko?

“You did that…for me?”

“You’re important to me and I don’t want you to feel sad about something minor like this, (y/n).”

You stare at him like an idiot, still only covered only by a bikini top while all he does his holding your gaze in silence.

“What I want to say is that…You are absolutely beautiful. And so are your breasts-”

“Okay, this is getting a little out of hand. Would you mind if I…Change into something a little more modest?”, you interrupt him before you lose your composure completely.

“Of course!”

Choso doesn’t move. Instead, he just stands there like before and looks at you.

“Would you…Get out so I can change?”

“Oh…Yes, of course.”

Nanami Kento

You can’t help but stare at him through the dim moonlight, hands wrapped around his neck. Oh, he sure feels good pressed against your body so tenderly, his breath caressing your cheek ever so slightly. Kento and you have been together for a few months now, taking things slow since your last relationship was like a trip to hell and back. And even though you are fully aware of the fact that Kento would never treat you badly, you still need time for certain things.

And these certain things contain him seeing you naked. Just one glance into the mirror is hard to bear, especially when it comes to your small chest. You simply hate the way they look, how they ruin every single outfit, how they make you look like a child. No matter what gorgeous gown you’re wearing, you never feel like a woman, like someone worth to be looked at. But still, Kento caresses every curve of your still dressed body carefully.

“You look absolutely stunning in moonlight, darling”, he hushes against your ear.

You love this man with all your heart. How he treats you with way more kindness than a single human would ever deserve, how he makes you feel good about yourself without even knowing. Kento Nanami picks up the pieces of your past and puts you back together like a complicated puzzle. Slowly and steady, step by step.

A whimper escapes your lips, the sensation of his fingertips brushing against your covered skin simply drives you insane. Oh, how much you adore that man, how much you admire him for making you feel so alive. Suddenly his plain touch doesn’t feel like enough anymore. You need him even closer, want to feel him even better.

“Please, take this off”, you mumble against his lips.

Kento stops in his tracks for a second, eyes staring at you intensively in your dark bedroom.

“Are you sure? I told you I can wait”, he reminds you gently while pulling a strand of hair behind your ear.

Are you sure? You didn’t let a man touch you after your ex, after all those nasty things he said about your body. Especially your small chest.

“Don’t you wanna get these things…y’know, fixed or something?”

“Leave your shirt on or I’ll turn off the light, these things turn me off...”

You hate how his stupid comments still haunt you even after all those years, despite the fact that you’re laying in the arms of none other than the epitome of a gentleman. Until today, you never allowed your boyfriend to take off your shirt, to even take a single glance in the direction of your exposed chest. But today feels different. With his eyes filled with nothing but affection, you finally feel ready.

“I don’t want you to wait. Please, take off my shirt”, you whisper into the night.

“Tell me to stop when you feel uncomfortable.”

You nod slightly, too occupied by the way his hands carefully wander down to the hem of your shirt, eyes fixated on yours. Your heartbeat picks up in an instant. Out of excitement, out of fear? You glance into his gleaming orbs that are filled with nothing but love. No, you don’t have to fear this man. But still…Will he like what he sees?

“You know I don’t have…I don’t have nice boobs. They are quite small…”, you suddenly blurt out.

“(y/n), you are the love of my life, my precious girlfriend. Every fiber of your being is way more than ‘nice’. I adore every inch of your gorgeous body”, he replies so softly that you feel like tearing up.

As if in slow motion he pulls up your shirt, reveals inch by inch of your naked skin until he pulls the fabric over your head.

You take a deep breath, try to read his face in the dim light. Is he disgusted, does he even look at you? Maybe he’s regretting his decision, maybe he finds you just as ugly as your ex did-

“You are so beautiful, I can’t take my eyes off you”, he hushes.

Kento Nanami stops your train of thoughts before you get lost in yourself, quiets the stinging voice of your ex-boyfriend inside your head.

Kento thinks you’re beautiful. Kento’s hand caresses your naked skin, gently cups your breast while he never fails to gaze at you.

“I love you, (y/n). In fact, I am the one lucky to have you. Thank you for putting your trust and love in me.”

“You…I love you so much, Kento.”

You can’t contain yourself any longer. Without hesitation, you pull your boyfriend’s face even closer, press your desperate lips against his. What a treasure he is, lifting you up without even realizing how much his words heal your soul.

If a man like Kento Nanami is able to love your small breasts than maybe, just maybe, you’ll start doing that as well.

Ryomen Sukuna

“There’s no way in hell”, you press out, groaning in scorching pain.

“Do you have a death wish or are you just dumb, woman? You know you’ll die if you don’t take off that uniform, right?”, Sukuna remarks dryly.

“I would rather die than taking off my shirt in front of…you”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Sukuna can’t help but stare at you in sheer disbelief. Surprisingly enough, he decided to save your ass instead of using his time more efficiently. And now you’re laying in front of him, a gaping hole inside your chest, he offered to save your life.

And you, dumbass of the century, refuse to get saved by none other than the king of curses himself.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Do you really wish to die so badly?”

“I…I don’t want to die!”, you blurt out.

Fuck, how did you get yourself into that situation? Bad enough that you’ve got hit by that curse right into your chest, even worse that the king of curses himself appeared and wants to help you. But the worst thing is that you need to take your shirt off.

It is ridiculous and you know it. This is not the time to be insecure about your small tits. No, this is absolutely not the time to even think about shit like that. But the sheer thought of Ryomen Sukuna seeing your flat chest alone makes you rather die than letting that happen. No, the last thing you want is him making fun of you.

“Then why are you acting like a child? Hold still. You strange human, I should kill you right on the spot. Good for you I still have use for someone this skilled. You impressed me earlier.”

Under normal conditions, you’d feel some kind of pride over his words. But with death whispering in your ear and the stinging fact that his hands begin to bottom up your shirt….

You freak out.

“GET YOURSELF AWAY FROM ME!”, you scream pathetically, hands fighting so poorly against his that he catches your flying fists mid-air.

“Stop beating me before I’m losing it, brat”, he barks at you.

Just one more button. One more button and you’ll be completely exposed to him. The king of curses, seeing your small boobs.

“DON’T LOOK AT MY BOOBS!”

“What?”

He can’t believe his ears. This can’t be the reason why you pull up this fight. No, there’s absolutely no way in hell you’re acting like this because you’re ashamed of him seeing your breasts.

“Please…Don’t look at my boobs…”

The king of curses just stares at you emotionless.

“Who do you think you are to tell me what to do, woman?”

His gaze wanders right down to your bloody chest. You are rather flat chested, but oh you look delicious. Too delicious to take his eyes off you, too delicious to think about saving you. He never hunted after women, was never interested in all those big-chested females with their neck-line hanging to the ground. But you…This looks pleasant.

“Delightful”, he finally speaks out.

Too late for you to hear before your hand smacks roughly into his face.

“I SAID DON’T LOOK!”

“I SAID YOU LOOK DELIGHTFUL YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

“YOU…You what?”

Geto Suguru

Geto can’t help but stare at you, how your hips swing from side to side, how you wear your cute summer dress so easily. Not only the scorching heat of this summer day, but your sight as well make him feel light-headed.

“Staring again, Suguru?”, his best friend teases him in an instant.

“How could I not stare at her. She looks gorgeous in that dress”, he replies, not able to take his eyes off you.

“But she has no tits.”

You wish you didn’t hear those words leaving Satoru’s mouth, wish you could just giggle like a little girl and let your heart beat out of your chest because Suguru said you look gorgeous. But the second the meaning of his saying hits you, you stop in your tracks.

The stinging fact that your breasts are smaller than those of any other women at Jujutsu High and all those popular girls was always hard to bear for you. But with Suguru by your side, with his words sweeter than honey, you slowly but surely began to feel comfortable in your own skin again. Instead of oversized shirts, you started to wear dresses from time to time, bought the one you’re wearing right now with a slight neckline.

All that, only for your confidence to get crushed by that single comment.

You can’t contain yourself anymore. Without even trying to pretend you didn’t hear his venomous words, you turn on your heel and sprint down in the direction of your dorm. How stupid it was to even consider that a man like Suguru would actually like you back. After all, Satoru is his best friend, it’s clear that you look nothing like the girls they usually hang out with. Maybe your small chest isn’t enough for him…

Tears take your sight completely as you run straight to your room.

“(y/n), wait!”

No, not him. Not right now. Your heart almost drops to the floor when you hear his footsteps close behind you. If Suguru tries to cheer you up right now, you might break down completely.

“Hey, please wait for me.”

Gently, he grabs your wrist and spins you around.

“Let go of me”, you hiss, yanking your arm away out of instinct.

You don’t want to get touched by him, to even see him. God, you were really stupid enough to think that this man with the most tender eyes you’ve ever seen would actually like you back.

“Satoru fucked up with that comment. Hey, look at me. I know he made these comments before and I know you’ve had a hard time because of those stupid comments at school. But I’m here to tell you that I love you just the way you are, (y/n) …God, I love you with all my heart, I love you wearing those dresses, I love the way you move, I love the way you look. And it might sound totally weird, but I love your boobs. I’m…I’m obsessed with you.”

You have to blink a few times, try to process what just happened. Within a few minutes, you’ve heard your crush complimenting you, his friend insulting you for having small breasts and now Suguru is standing in front of you again, confessing his love for you and…your boobs?

“You don’t have to say those things to make me feel better”, you try to brush him off.

“I’m saying this because I mean it, (y/n). And I’ll kick his ass for saying something so stupid about you. When it comes to women, Satoru and I are the opposite of each other”, he explains briefly.

Oh, you are fully aware of the fact that Satoru Gojo hunts after every woman with cups bigger than your head. But something about the way Suguru stands in front of you, how his eyes literally beg you to believe him…

“I have enough of people judging me for something I can’t change”, you warn him.

“I don’t want to change a single hair on your body, (y/n).”

Slowly but surely, your eyes stop to burn in agony, your heart stops to ache, your body wakes up from its trance.

“So…you’re into small chested girls? Why am I supposed to believe this?”

Without wasting another minute Suguru steps forward, engulfs your body. And with one last glance into your widen eyes, he presses his lips against you’re the way he always imagined it.

“Is this proof enough?”

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Gorgeous divider by @saradika 🤍

[fubukeys]

SMALL BOOBIE GIRLIES RISEEEE

[jung-koook]

TAEHYUNG IU 'Love wins all' MV (2024)

[pushinpieta]

<Pervert! Cop Gojo x Fem! Reader>

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21, Gojo is 32), pet names, power imbalance, a little angsty, size kink, clit stim, humping, cowgirl, p in v, non protection, creampie, exhibitionism, public sex, choking, corrupt cop Gojo, Gojo likes being called “officer”, kinda soft dom Gojo, reader got cheated on earlier

A/n: sorry for the late update, I was busy moving countries!

Perv!Cop Gojo who is insufferable for a cop, he does his job alright, and yeah, he’s definitely a hero to many—- many being women. It’s quite annoying to his colleagues seeing the amount of women fawning over him in the streets. Even petty criminals would bat eyelashes his way.

Perv!Cop Gojo who knows he’s hot and he takes full advantage of that to get what he wants, when he wants, and how he wants it. He had a way with his words and the way he carried himself.

Perv!Cop Gojo who’s annoyingly handsome and annoyingly good at everything he does.

Perv!Cop Gojo who got a boring task for the night due to the low crime rates lately. Having to patrol a rather sketchy and deserted neighborhood witha little to no history of theft and violence. He finds himself yawning every now and then as he slowly drives down each block with keen eyes and a bored expression.

Perv!Cop Gojo who has the most insufferable smirk grow on his face when he spots something very…very interesting. You. He spots you, your pretty self in a pretty little dress, hair all done up, in pencil thin heels scratching a car that’s surely not yours with a key!!! That’s certainly not a normal sight for a Thursday night. He gives you a few moments, enjoying the sight of you manically carving out insults on the unlucky person’s car and officer Gojo wonders what could lead a pretty girl to do such things.

Perv! Cop Gojo who couldn’t help but eye your ass sitting round and plump in your tight and short dress. The skirt of the dress falling short to your upper thighs, he lowers the window for a better view of your back frame and manages to catch a glimpse of what’s under the dress (oops).

Perv! Cop Gojo who turns on the red and blue flashers, clearing his throat to get your attention. He’s in his car, only a few feet away from you, it’s surprising how focused you are that you didn’t notice a whole cop car behind you, he almost laughs. “Good evening, young lady!” He calls out, unusually friendly. Your body jolts and you freeze, fingers coming to a halt when you see the red and blue flashing lights reflect on the car, you slowly, carefully turn with an upside down smile on your face. You were caught red handed. “G-good evening, officer.” You reply shakily, fingers trembling in your hands as he speaks “What might a young girl like you be doing here at this hour? Is this your car, sweetheart?” You find yourself shaking your head “N-no officer,” he ponders for a second before starting “Hmm, that might be a problem, sweets… what does it say there on the right door? Cheater?” He asks peeking his head out to see the mess you made on your ex-boyfriend’s car (earlier at a party you caught him making out with a girl at a club). “Y-yes sir.” you reply, quite literally accepting defeat. “Oh honey, don’t tell me you got cheated on,” he gasps unbuckling his seatbelt to get out of the car, you nervously take a step back as he gets out.

Perv! Cop Gojo who is tall and muscular in build, so fit and so strong, you—- and anyone could tell how strong he is just from the muscles bulging in his police uniform, the years of training reflecting on the sculpting of his fine body. His snowy hair styled casually, he combs his fingers through them with a red-lipped grin towards you as he approaches your smaller frame. He was even bigger, sexier up close. A smell of expensive cologne lingering in the air between you and him as he spits the gum out from his mouth somewhere on the ground. What kind of cop does that?!

Perv! Cop Gojo who lowers himself closer to meet your guilt-filled eyes, oh how cute you were shrinking away in your tight little dress. “I’m gonna need your ID, honey,” he says bringing his palm out. “I-I don’t have my ID on me right now, officer, I—“ you couldn’t finish before he interrupts “Well, that’s a problem isn’t that right?” You nod, feeling your body shake and tense up from the possible outcome. Before you could form any thought or even an escape plan Gojo brings out a handcuff, tied to his belt in a more stylish way than professional you almost laugh at his effort “So, in situations like these y’know what usually happens, yeah?” He starts and your heart patters out of your chest hearing the handcuffs click as he steps even closer—- suffocating your lungs with his wealthy scent. “You see, this, this deed of yours is not very civil now, is it?” you shake your head “you’ve been a bad girl haven’t you?” You nod “and now, you’re going to get what you deserve, hmm?” You nod again, in a trance, too enchanted by his fierce gaze and dazzling features, it was like he was hypnotizing you with his eyes.

Perv! Cop Gojo who’s a bit nosy and wants to know all the details so he gets it out of you in the most humiliating way possible. “So this crime, why’d you commit it? Cause you got cheated on? That’s petty,” he shakes his head in disapproval “don’t you know, they never learn their lesson?” He traces his fingers over the scratches in your exes car “What will you do about this, sweetheart?” He asks bringing his face closer to yours, breath minty. “Uhm— I— I think I’ll— I was—“ you stutter “you were hoping you’d get away with it?” You sigh defeatedly “Well, I didn’t know a cop would walk in on me!!! Now I don’t have a back up plan!” You whine dropping your keys to the ground and crouching down to cry into your own arms “today is the worst day ever! First my nail technician messed up my nails and over charges then my boyfriend of two years cheats on me with a bitch, and now—- now a fucking cop is ruining my ultimate revenge!!” You sob, complaining to the unimpressed officer before you. He feels a pang of pity and guilt for you so he crouches down “you have to pay for your crimes and face punishment, you know that, kid.” He says moving a hair away from your face. “I do, but he deserves this!!” You sniffle still unashamed of your crime. “Why don’t you end this night on a good note. Repent for your sins.” He offers bringing out the handcuffs and handing them to you, you look up confused “w-what are you suggesting?”You watch the silver handcuff sway in his fingers as he gives you a witty smile “answer this: do you want to get away with this?” He asks raising a brow “obviously!” You snap “Then, you do as I say, yes?” He nods encouragingly. And in a trance, you involuntarily nod with him. “Good girl, first why don’t you pull these handcuffs on yourself, I’m not gonna do em’ I want you to do it.” He instructs, handing them to you “What? Why?” You question scrunching your brows. “Oh, I forgot to mention. Absolutely no questions.” His tone drops serious as he hands the handcuffs to you “Get on with it, I don’t have all night,”

Perv! Cop Gojo, who watches with a grin, leaning against your exes car as you stay on your knees struggling to handcuff yourself—- groaning and whimpering in frustration and for a second, when you look up at him, you see that he’s having the time of his life. A feeling of disgust pinches at you so you scoff and he goes “what was that?” Putting a hand to his ear to hear better. So. Fucking. Condescending. You don’t reply as you manage to cuff your hands to your back.

Perv! Cop Gojo who schemes his second step the way you listed out all the things that happened in your day “Second, I want you to get in the backseat.” He walks to the police car and opens the back passenger door for you to get in and you do, obediently, feeling your nerves grown wondering where this is heading. He follows shutting the door, you flinch. Suddenly hyper aware that you’re all alone, with a hot cop, in a cop car, right in front of your ex’s house.

Perv! Cop Gojo who has a way with his words so he assures you “I promise, I’ll end your night off real good, you’ll get away with this little crime of yours if you be a good girl. Will you be a good girl?” He asks, voice saccharine and seductive, his eyes half lidded as he purrs into your ears, bringing a thumb to your chin to wipe away the smeared lipgloss from the side. You look up at him feeling hot and dizzy from his fiery touch and lust filled gaze, you bite your lips feeling an unknown burn between your thighs, stomach coiling with need and desperation. “Open.” He cooes thumbing your bottom lips so you open, obediently, he slowly slides his thumb into your warm wet mouth, flattening the pad onto your tongue. “Suck.” He commands. You wrap your glossy lips around his thumb, suckling on it like a lollipop as you try to give him a show by whining and whimpering. And did he like it!

Perv! Cop Gojo who thumbs your mouth until he brings another hand to grab your throat, putting slight pressure until you start gasping and choking on his thumb, you were helpless and out of control—- restrained by the handcuffs behind your back, you couldn’t run away so you take it. “Mhmm, that’s a good girl.” He drawls pulling his thumb out your mouth to squeeze your cheek. “Wanna know the third thing I want you to do? It’ll be a better revenge than scratching your small dick ex’s car,” he asks sneakily “Yeah, what?” You ask breathless and needy, feeling your panties soak from the salty taste of his fingers and the sweet dominance he had over your body. Somehow he was so authoritative and rough yet so, so gentle. “Ride this cock, with the windows down, let him hear. Whatcha think, sweets?” Your mouth falls agape hearing his proposal but you know right now, there was no turning back, and you didn’t want to turn back. You wanted that sweet revenge, you wanted to get away with this, you want to end your day off good (with good dick).

Perv! Cop Gojo who’s teasingly undoing his belt as you watch hungrily, curling your finger behind your back from the desperate urge to claw his pants open and suck his dick but you refrain, pressing your thighs together to feel some sort of friction. You lick your lips seeing him shed his pants below his knees, his boxer having a wet spot and gosh his filthy boner sticking and twitching beneath the expensive fabric. He toys with the waist band, making you watch impatiently. “Officer, please—“ you plead pathetically. “Oh? Is someone getting impatient? I told you to do as I say, did I not?” He grabs you by the chin to bring you into a wet kiss, teeth and tongue fighting against each other for something bad, something filthy. Gojo pulls away, watching the string of spit connecting your wet red lips. “Keeping watching.” He rolling his boxers down, freeing his lengthy cock. A horrific sight. Tip red glistening with precum, you wince at the size of his girth, and his length. How can you take it, he was massive? His cock twitches at the sight of you biting your lips and you’re just so in heat, breathing heavily and looking delirious and spent as you watch him pump his own length. “What are you waiting for? Ride it.” He demands, jutting his hips up for you.

Perv! Cop Gojo who is also growing impatient, in awe and absolutely turned on by the sight of you struggling to pull your pink panties down your thighs as you desperately try to straddle him. Struggling, you whine and plead to Gojo “C-could you help, please?” He’s so astonished by how cute you were he just couldn’t say no! He grabs you by the hips, guiding your glistening bare cunt to his leaking tip. “You got a pretty pussy, sweetie.” He compliments kissing your nose and cheeks and then your lips “Grind.” He says squeezing the sides of your hips to help you rock and find a rhythm. Using his his tip to create stimulation on your hardened clitoris, you moan, feeling your dripping pussy lips spread open and barely wrap around his girth as you starts to move up and down, occasionally rubbing your clit on his tip. Your breaths are staggered and erratic. Gojo takes that chance to roll the window down from the side as he grinds up and helps you bounce. “Atta girl, look at how fucking wet you are.” He grabs the fats of your ass kissing and sucking on your neck. You know this is so wrong fucking a cop like this in a public place where you could so easily get caught but you didn’t care. It felt good.

Perv! Cop Gojo who’s still in his uniform and he’s even more turned on when you press your cheek against his badge eyeing it “I like it when you call me officer, it’s cute,” he groans feeling close from just rubbing his tip on your clit “I need you inside me, officer!” You whine feeling yourself start to stutter. He stops his movements immediately hearing that. Freezing you from your movements with just his firm grip you yelp from the loss of contact when he pulls his dick apart from your pussy lips, seeing arousal and precum strings attaching to his cock as he pulls father away. You watch wide eyed and then suddenly gulp when you realize he’s aligning his huge cock to your entrance and you screech “I can’t take it! I-it’s too big!” He grips your ass harder, digging his fingers into the flesh as he laughs throwing his head back “you want me to take you to the station and file a case, baby?” It’s a threat and you know it but he makes it sound like a joke “come on, don’t be like that, I know you can take this cock.” He exhales, shakily as he watches your rim loosen up from his encouragement “that’s a good little girl.” He hums pushing his tip ever so slightly past your hole, watching your pussy lips wrap around his cock once again as he inches in.

Perv! Cop Gojo, who totally forgot he has the flasher on so your ex could quite literally see the cop car from his window and see his girlfriend on top of a cop. Officer Gojo is having so much fun, adjusting in your taut, spongy, wet walls. Letting your pussy take the shape of his cock. He’s curving into you deliciously and your back arches feeling him prod at your sweet spot, you moan, gluing your eyes shut. “Nah, baby, I want you lookin’ at me, c’mon, give it to me.” He groans thrusting into you, you moan, needing more and loving the feel of him inside you— all up in your stomach and guts you start to bounce like the way he wanted, both your hips working together in an unforgettable rhythm. He hits your sweet spot like it was the easiest thing ever and you start to feeling all hot and dizzy, desperate and sooooo sick with the need to cum you wail from how good it was and how insane this night has been you couldn’t think straight.

Perv! Cop Gojo is just as gone, you’re entertaining him and making his day so much more fun by being a obedient little criminal, but honestly you kind of deserved this and your shitty ex also deserved this so this is a win-win on both ends.

Perv! Cop Gojo who’s whimpering into your ears, breathless praises slipping past his lips as he pounds into your sensitive frame, your body is twitching and shaking from the sheer strength he has in his core and it hurts so good, you want to cry so you let a few tears slip from the sensation and Gojo is biting into your neck as you ride and fuck each other desperate for some sort of release “That’s a good fucking girl, such a good little girl, mhmm, just like that, yeahhhh, right there baby, oh you’re so good, such a good pussy, fuck— f-fuuuuuckkk, m’gonna cum, oh shit—“ he gasps as you drop your self on his cock and pick yourself up as fast as you can, his tip finding your bruised up cervix from the intensity. That doesn’t stop him from grabbing you by the head and pushing himself up though— his right into your womb, fucking you right against the back of the drivers head rest and you’re screaming—- so sure that the entire neighborhood can hear you as you’re both reaching your orgasms. Anyone from afar would think you’re getting killed or something.

Perv! Cop Gojo who lets you cum first, you’re twitching and feeling your toes and fingers curl up, your eyes are snapped shut and your brows are scrunched together in utter shock as your orgasm shatters your entire body, the pleasure and exhaustion coursing through your muscles and you moan “ngh—- oh gosh—- oh my gosh—- oh fuck—“ into the air as you milk him, barely able to move your body anymore, you feel immobile. Officer, Gojo soon follow, gritting his teeth with a last warning “fuck I’m coming, m’gonna cum in that pretty stomach of yours, mkay baby?” You nod furiously “Y-yes, officer please!!” As you fall limp from his sloppy, languid thrusts.

Perv! Cop Gojo who cums buckets right inside of you, he’s so shameless about it too, chuckling while he orgasms it’s lowkey a moan but he tried to cover it with a chuckle but your pussy is too good so it ends up with him moaning “nghhh ohhh!!! Oh gosh, sweetheart. That was good, that was really good,” he says helping you off of him and undoing your cuffs. You’re sniffling and coming down from your high, exhausted and broken “I’m pretty sure your ex heard us, see?” He says pointing over his shoulders to your ex with his mouth wide open in his window. You laugh this time “Y-yeah, I think he did, officer.”

[fubukeys]

everybody knows that im a good girl officer😊

[fubukeys]

This is my fave song off the album rn

[pushinpieta]

Perv!firefighter Sukuna x F!reader

cw: F!masterbation, humping, p in v, no protection, creampie, standing full Nelson, slight exhibitionism (?), overstimulation, Sukuna being a menace, Sukuna is SO down bad for reader, mention of fire

a/n: new year, new perv🤫

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who’s greatly treasured in your apartment building for being a civil hero and for being the sexiest man alive AND he’s also your next door neighbor. He’s always fulfilling his duty as a firefighter by risking his life to protect others. AND ALSO, fulfilling his duty being the hottest guy in the building that every woman wanted. His range of audience was well, diverse—- starting from teen girls to single mothers to even old ladies. Although, being seen as a man so brave and courageous due to his job, he was a snarky douche bag. It always went under everyone’s nose though because others didn’t seem to notice his cocky attitude but YOU his next-door neighbor.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who always has a condescending look on his face whenever you would brush past each other in the apartment hallways or in elevators, sparing glances at each other (not friendly ones though). He would lightly scoff and always smell of cigarettes. Which really annoyed you because your balcony was only three to four feet away from his and the wind would blow the cigarette ashes to your side and gosh, you’ve complained to him about it so many times as kindly as you could but he’d just brush you off with a flirtatious grin saying “not my fault, doll.” You hated it. You hated him and his stupid sexy looks!

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who act wholly uninterested around you during neighborly “meet-ups” at the park with other residents in your building. He’d discreetly eye you from afar because you were the prettiest and the most interesting. Every time you catch him he’d wink with the most obnoxious, utterly impossible smirk ever making you gag and scoff. Every interaction with him was like little kids bickering and at some point you both grew fond of it…even though neither of you would admit it!

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who tries to make you jealous by bringing in girls home late at night and fucking them rough and getting em real loud. Making SURE you hear how good he is. You hated how it works on you—- finding yourself fantasizing about that girl being you, under him…getting pulverized. Sometimes you lost sleep over it—- over the desire and frustration. Why would you want to fuck that asshole? But…on the other hand he sounds so, so good?! You weren’t short on the annoying scale though, you’d blast music on FULL volume on weekdays so that he doesn’t get sleep and suffer the next day. What can you say? He’s your number one opp. What better than to get under his skin and into his thoughts.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who has a higher jealousy drive than you. When you bring a man home he’d purposely cause drama by showing up at your doorsteps claiming that there’s a possible fire. He’d shoot glares at the guy with you and smirk at you making the message very clearly that only HE could have you. But why? Doesn’t he hate you? Doesn’t he hate your guts?

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who shows off his muscles by flexing them when he’s helping his next door neighbors move in their boxes, his biceps bulging with strength. It made you wonder about his stamina… His shoulder are broad and his chest full, thighs thick, veiny hands. You despised the fact that he was so attractive and the fact that he was so good at getting you all worked up and bothered. He must’ve somehow figured out how sexually frustrated you were. There was no other explanation for the way he acted towards you. Cold one second, hot the next. Either way, the developing lust for one another couldn’t go ignored.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who drives you mad with the little head tilt smirk every time you make de eye contact. His face is ingrained in your brain and it haunts you every night. You know you’ve lost the IDGAF war with him when you started to feel the wetness between your thighs at the thought of him, you’re a sore loser when you start to touch yourself, spreading your own wetness, rubbing your clit—- getting it hard and whining to yourself about how much you hate this situation. Your brows are furrowed in anger at your self and because of how good it felt thinking about Sukuna fucking you. Your balcony is connected to your bedroom and since it’s summer you leave it slightly open to let some air in, and you’ve completely forgot the fact that Sukuna’s balcony was so close to yours.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who needed a smoke after a long day of savin’ lives so he goes to his balcony, leaning into the railing while puffing smoke into the air when he hears your soft voice echo through the small crack of the glass sliding door in your bedroom. When you get a little louder, a little wetter he realizes what you were doing and the most menacing smile grows on his face at the thought of you touching yourself. He couldn’t help but palm his own cock hearing you get yourself off with your little fingers. He wished he could help out.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who’s had a fair share of experiences dealing with big, fatal fires in his career and he knows the root cause of them all. He’s an impatient man and he wants you. He’s come to that conclusion the day he realized the jealousy brewing within him when he saw another man near you. That was the fatal fire within him; the root cause being you, his sweet little neighbor . It made him writhe with anger and possessiveness—- an unknown feeling. He’s never bothered to go farther than a quick fuck with other women before but with you, he felt, he felt vulnerable and childish. He liked it. He liked you. And he wanted—- no, needed your attention.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who knows very well you’d never let him in, not with the way he’s constantly bullying you and being a nuisance of a neighbor. He thought he could use his position as being a firefighter could help and that’s when his psychotic, insane, unbelievably stupid plan came to be. Sukuna has deliberately planned a little fire in your apartment. It’s simple, a small fire would start, he’d come and be Prince Charming, BOOM you fall in love. Easy peasy.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who waits for the weekend to come around so he can execute his “little” fire plan to get you. His plan was to sneak into your apartment and set a small piece of tissue on fire, it would be harmless so that’s what he did. He left the burning tissue lying on the ground about two minutes before you returned home from groceries. He practically skipped back to his place waiting for you to come running to him about a fire.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who’s innocently looking down at you, your cute face in horror as you explain how a part of your kitchen was on fire. You hesitate, feeling even more defeated by the fact that you needed his assistance “c-can you help?” You chew on your lip as he replies with “Sure, hon, but what do you say?” He raises a brow encouragingly. You wanted to wipe that smirk off his face but you needed his help so you comply saying “please?” With an attempt at making doe eyes for him. He almost drops to his knees right then and there but he clears his throat guiding you back to your apartment.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who laughs as he gets rid of the fire, it’s a piece of cake for him. You roll your eyes at his confidence but you couldn’t help but be grateful for him at the moment so you sincerely thank him “uh— thank you for this, it could’ve been worse without you, I don’t know how I’ll repay you” you awkwardly smiled unsure of what to do with him when he was actually being nice to you for once and he too, did not know what to do when you actually seemed so kind and warm with him.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who easily agrees when you offer him a cup of tea. He gets comfortable with your scent and the comfort of your apartment. He knows what he wants tonight and he refuses to leave without getting it, so when you sit across from him nervously, he chuckles at how you were out of words, especially for someone who always talked back, now you seemed so small and innocent. But he reminds himself of the night he heard how wet you were touching yourself and he feels an erection growing in his grey sweatpants.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who lightly grazes you as you start to ease-up and converse with him, admitting to him about how you thought he was a complete douche bag. He laughs at your honesty, it was hot. He takes the chance to graze your thighs and once he notices how you freeze up he knows there’s no going back tonight. Soon, he’s sitting next to you, so very close as you tell him about your job and what you do. “So, um, I did that,” you speak he’d lean into you and say “hmm..” or “yeah?” With his husky voice. In an instance you were wet. Just from his voice and closeness. He knows it too, you know he knows, you both know. Now it was a game of “who’s gonna give in first.”

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who wins when you let him place his hand on your thigh. Quietly whimpering. “Sukuna…” as you stare at him with lidded seductive eyes. His plans succeeded. When your vision goes red, hes achieved his victory. You finally give in when you let him fondle your breasts while he kisses your lips hungrily. There’s a sense of urgency and longing in the kiss, like you’ve been waiting for this. Your tongues clash with one another, tasting and savoring the sweetness. You could taste his cigarette. He sucks on your tongue with a satisfied hum “oh, baby, look at you,” he cooes, brushing a hair behind your ear to kiss your face. The way he kissed, it felt like you were a gem, you gasp as he works his mouth to nibble on the shell of your ears and then he works down your neck and collarbones, sucking love marks down to the valley of your breasts. You’re sprawled out, back flat on the ground as he works his mouth down to your belly button. He looks up narrow-eyed “you said you don’t know how you’ll repay me earlier, how bout’ this, babe, repay me with this pussy of yours,” you gulp as he pulls the band of your panties away from you only for it to slap back onto your skin, stinging you. You gasp when he licks up your lower stomach to your chest, bringing his face close to yours, his breath hot on your face as you stare down each other. “I heard you the other night, touchin’ yourself…but your little fingers, I bet they weren’t enough, hmm?” You nod feeling blood rush up to your cheeks from shame.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who just smirks at you as he lifts off you to undress himself, fully, giving you the delicious sight of his thick, girthy cock twitching in excitement. Precum spurting from the slit of his tip, a large vein pulsing, you lick your lips wanting to suck on his angry red mushroom shaped tip. He then spreads his precum all over his long shaft agonizingly slow, teasing you, making you grow impatient, “Sukuna, please…” you whimper feeling your core ache with lust. “Please? What do you want, sugar?” He raises a brow, flashing his teeth in a grin. “Need your cock— so bad,” you whine. He loses it. He’s gonna give his cock alright. But first, he needs to tease you, like he always does.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who spread your pussy lips apart to place his cock between each lip, smearing the wetness of one another all over his shaft and your welling cunt he starts grinding your cunt, not inserting himself inside you. He wasn’t gonna give you that so soon. He wanted to play with you causing you to cry and claw at him. Your pretty face as beautiful mess. He unclasps your bra to lick and teethe on a nipple, relishing in the sound of you begging like a whore, “Kuna, please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me, please, please,” you plead desperately, voice growing high pitched from the burning stimulation he’s causing by rubbing his cock up and down your folds, his skin rubbing onto your clit causing you to stutter and jerk. He groans feeling you up “never thought I’d experience the day I’d have you begging for my cock, but baby, this is so perfect.” He chuckles riding on your cunt, working his hips against yours, occasionally looking down to watch your pussy lips wrap around his girth. Seeing the way they suck in just his tip when he moves farther away to move back in.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who humps your wet little cunt until you’re gasping and warning him you’re about to cum and he commands with a deep voice “do it.” And you cum, shouting his name airly—- that makes him freeze up cumming all over your bare cunt and you’re already tired and panting from that but he’s not done. He hasn’t been inside you yet! “You tired already, sweets?” He asks, tapping your cheek to get you to stay sane and you nod. He tuts shaking his head in disapproval “Oh, hon, we haven’t even started, c’mon, turn over.”

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who has you on your knees before him, he picks you up, in standing full Nelson position, holding you in front of your open window—- to the view of the city. You, fully naked, in a shameful position, your pussy on full display on the window and for the whole world to see you getting fucked by your neighbor. He’s inside you now, inching into your spongy, tight walls, stretching you out painfully. Tears glaze your eyes from the pain and burn but fuck, he was so big and so hot and you wanted him to ruin you. So when he’s as deep as he could go you moan “fucking ruin me,” he chuckles “that’s what I plan to do, darling,” and he’s thrusting upwards into you as he’s holding your thighs up against your chest and you’re a screaming, wailing mess. You’re certain everyone in the building can hear what Sukuna is doing to you but it felt too good to care as you let him bully his cock into your cervix, letting the shape of his tip plant into your cervix over and over punching it, ruining your little cunt, your pussy lips engulfing him, “you were fucking made for me, this fucking pussy was made for me,” he grunts into your ears and he plunges impossibly deeper into you and you reply with a scream of agony and indescribable pleasure.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who has your pussy dripping your essence onto the ground, your mouth welling with drool, your eyes cross-eyed, and your brows furrowed in disbelief at how good this felt. Sukuna, he gave it to you good. His face contorts in pleasure with each thrust up into your womanhood “You’re so fucking hot, ma, why didn’t we do this sooner?” You swallow trying to form a response “b-because you’re a pompous prick— oh fuck!!! Right there, m’gonna cum!!” He chuckles at your response speeding up his pace, his hips moving intensely as your toes curl into the air “is that right? Cum for me. Show me what you got.” He bites your shoulders as he helps you into a groundbreaking orgasm and he soon follows cumming inside your tummy.

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who beats the asshole allegations when he cleans you up and bathes you, holding you close as you writhe and sniffle after your intense orgasm (s) because BTW he made you cum plenty more times after giving a show to your window!! You had to beg him to take it easy “Kuna, I can’t cum anymore!!” You gasp throwing your head back when he ruts his cock into you “Nuh uh, you can cum. And you will.”

Perv!firefighter Sukuna who you no longer beef with in the hallway, instead when passing each other in the halls you smile, he winks and when going down the elevator you make out!!!!

[fubukeys]

sukuna:

[herssian]

may you achieve all your creative aspirations in the new year, be it professionally, as a hobby, or both. may you gain everything you seek from it and allow it to bring you joy

[fubukeys]

for 2024, i want dik

[jung-koook]

his expression is priceless lmao 😆

bonus:

[yuutaguro]

[papamin au 🐅] happy halloween from these panaderos y sus panes dulces 🎃

[fubukeys]

ANYWAYS! i have four drafts sitting and collecting dust. Three drabbles and one story (i think) but! i'm not sure which one is good enough to post lololol