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Room for one more?

pairing : jjk men x reader

synopsis : you moved in for cheap rent, not to get passed around. but with four insanely hot men under same roof, it didn’t take long before things got messy. now you’re cockwarming nanami at midnight, riding gojo in the shower, bent over for geto before dinner, and getting your throat fucked by toji. college? peace? who needs it when you’re getting dicked down for good?

content warning : explicit content, p in v, dirty talk, possessive, jealous behaviour, power dynamics, overstimulation, degradation, loss of virginity, fingering, oral, breeding kink, mdni, 18+.

a/n : this fic is very smut-heavy and most chapters contain multiple smut scenes. if that’s not something you’re comfortable reading, please feel free to skip this one *⁠.⁠✧ art by @/thatsallitchief

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Chapter 6

“Look at you,” he growled, voice low and heavy. “Laid up in those fucker's bed, smelling like them.”

His eyes pinned you down, burning with something between fury and desire, and your breath hitched. You tried to pull the blanket higher up your chest, heat crawling up your skin, but he was already moving. Toji reached you and yanked the covers down with a force that made your body jolt.

“Don’t hide now,” he sneered. “You weren’t hiding from them, were you?”

You tried to speak, tried to explain, but all that came out was a soft gasp when he grabbed your jaw, tilting your face up to him. His fingers dug in just enough to make your thighs press together beneath the thin sheets.

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered, scanning your face like he was trying to read all the filthy thoughts you had while wrapped up with Gojo. “They touched you, didn’t they? Got you all messy for me.”

Your lips trembled.

Toji’s hand slid down your throat, then lower, fingers hooking around the edge of the tshirt you were still wearing and he grinned darkly. “This his? Of course it is. Smells like him. Disgusting.”

He pulled it up over your head, tossing it across the room. You were bare underneath, nipples stiff from cold or nerves or maybe from the way he looked at you, like he wanted to ruin you. His hands immediately went to your chest, cupping and squeezing, thumbs grazing sensitive peaks that made you whimper and arch into his touch.

“That’s better,” he said. “These are mine. No one else gets to touch.”

You nodded, too dazed to speak, hips shifting under the sheet as your thighs clenched tighter. His fingers pinched, hard enough to make you whine, and he laughed under his breath.

“What’s the matter, princess? You this worked up already? Just from being yelled at?” He leaned down, lips ghosting over your ear. “You like being put in your place, don’t you?”

His knee pushed between your legs, forcing them apart as he settled between them, the fabric of his joggers rough against your bare heat. He was solid and heavy on top of you, heat radiating through the thin fabric, his hips grinding down just enough to make your breath catch.

You tried to close your legs again, embarrassed by how wet you already were, but he just pinned you wider, smirking at the whimper that escaped you.

“Don’t be shy now,” he said, dragging a hand down your stomach until it hovered just over where you were aching. “You’ve been acting like a good little roomie all this time, but you’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? About me? About what I’d do if I caught you like this.”

His fingers dipped lower, brushing over your folds, and you gasped, hips jerking up into his touch. “Toji—ngh”

“Shhh,” he murmured, two fingers sliding in to gather your slick. He held them up, watching the strings of it stretch, then locked eyes with you again.

“And you let them touch you like this? While you were already dripping for me?” He shoved the fingers into your mouth. “Suck.”

You obeyed, tasting yourself on his skin as he watched with hooded eyes, jaw clenched tight. He looked like he was barely holding himself together. When he pulled them out, they trailed saliva down your chin, and he wiped it away with his thumb before slipping it down again, rubbing slow, cruel circles over your clit that made your thighs quake.

Then he sank lower, lips dragging down your body until his mouth replaced his hand. His tongue was ruthless, licking and sucking like he wanted to drink you dry, groaning into you every time your hips twitched. Your hands fisted in the sheets, head thrown back, moans spilling out freely as he devoured you.

It didn’t take long before you were writhing, overwhelmed, begging him to stop—no, to keep going—unsure of what you even needed. He only stopped when your legs were trembling, your body buzzing from release.

Toji sat up, panting, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like he’d just finished a meal. “Tastes like mine already,” he muttered.

He yanked off his joggers, not bothering with modesty, and climbed over you again, pinning you down with his weight.

“Not gonna fuck you. Not yet,” he murmured, grinding his hips down until you could feel every hard inch pressing between your thighs. “Not until I know you’ll beg for it.”

You were already squirming, his cock hot and heavy against your slick skin, sliding with every rough, punishing thrust. He grabbed your thighs, pushing them up to your chest, folding you in half so he could rut against you, skin slapping as he grunted through gritted teeth. His mouth latched onto your breasts, sucking and biting and groaning like he couldn’t get enough.

“These perfect tits bouncing for me—fuck—makes me wanna ruin you.”

The rhythm of his hips grew faster, more frantic, and you clutched at his arms, nails digging in as his pelvis ground perfectly against your clit, sparks shooting through your core with every thrust.

“Gonna cum like this,” he hissed, “humping your pussy like a fucking animal.”

You were so close again, your orgasm building fast with every slick grind. He felt it, saw it in your eyes, in the way your back arched and he slowed just enough to make you whimper.

“Hold it,” he growled. “You don’t cum unless I say so.”

“Toji—please—want to”

“You wanna be bred so bad, don’t you?” he hissed, voice rough. “That’s what you were thinking about, yeah? All day? You let them grind all over you just to get ready for me?”

Your moan was the only answer he needed.

“Say it,” he demanded, hips rolling, dragging across your soaked folds. “Say you want it.”

You gasped. “ Toji—please—need it”

He cursed, low and feral, then pressed his forehead to yours, rutting against you faster, harder, each thrust a claim. You both tumbled into another wave of pleasure together, his moan deep and broken as he spilled between your thighs, hips jerking through it, your legs wrapped tight around him.

When it was over, he collapsed over you, panting, forehead still against yours.

“Fuckin' hell,” he murmured.

You nodded, dazed, body limp and warm beneath him. He didn’t move for some time. But Toji Fushiguro wasn't done. He wasn't done at all.

Toji was still hovering above you, chest rising and falling against yours, the room thick with heat, sweat, and something heavier like a storm hanging over the sheets.

You felt the tension in his body; it hadn’t eased, not even after everything. If anything, it had sharpened.

His fingers brushed down your side, slow and reverent now, dragging along the curve of your hip as if trying to memorize it.

His lips moved against your skin, kissing over the marks he’d already left behind—dark spots blooming along your chest, your throat, your shoulder.

“You still wet for me?” he muttered, low and rough, nosing into your neck. “Even after everything?”

You nodded, barely managing to take a breath.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, brushing your damp hair out of your face, the edge in his expression softening—but only a little. “You ever been touched like this before? Be honest.”

You hesitated, then shook your head slowly. "Them. . . just now. . ."

His jaw flexed. His hands clenched, then released. For a second, he didn’t say anything—just stared, like he wasn’t sure whether to gloat or growl.

“Should’ve known,” he muttered, voice like gravel. You bit your lip, heart pounding under your ribs.

“I shouldn’t,” he added, more to himself. But his hands were already drifting again, one sliding between your legs, fingers dipping into the wet heat that had never cooled down. “But I’m going to.”

You gasped, hips twitching, but he soothed you with a kiss to the side of your neck.

“I’ll take care of it,” he murmured, his voice suddenly gentler—no less intense, but slower, more careful. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I’ll make it feel good, doll. Real good.”

Your hand gripped his arm as he pressed closer, body blanketing yours, skin to skin. His other hand slid behind your knee, lifting your leg up around his waist, settling you underneath him fully. You were open now—vulnerable and nervous, but aching for him.

“I’m not asking again,” he muttered, lips brushing yours. “I need to hear it.”

You whispered. “Please.”

His mouth crashed into yours with a hunger that had been restrained for far too long. It wasn’t rough—at least not at first. It was deep, consuming, laced with promise and want, with all the possessive frustration he hadn’t been able to say out loud.

Toji’s body moved against yours, slow and deliberate. You felt everything—his breath on your skin, the hard press of him against your thigh, the heat rolling off his chest as his mouth dragged over your collarbone, licking and biting down to your breasts.

He took his time worshiping you, kissing between them, licking the underside of one before sucking at the peak until you arched up into him, gasping his name.

“That’s it,” he growled. “You’re mine. No one else gets to have you like this.”

He rocked his hips forward again, sliding against your slick folds in slow, deep grinds that made your whole body tremble.

You were dripping—soaked from earlier and from the way he kissed you, touched you, said your name. And the pressure of him right there, almost inside you, only made your nerves spike and coil.

Toji’s mouth found your ear, breath hot and ragged. “Gonna go slow. Let you feel all of it.”

You clutched at his back, nodding, your body already trying to pull him closer. And then he began to push in. Slowly. Painfully. He pushed in inch by inch.

The stretch made you cry out, fingers tightening around his shoulders, your whole body tensing as he paused, letting you adjust.

“Easy,” he whispered. “You’re doing good.”

His hand found yours, fingers lacing through, grounding you. His thumb rubbed soothing circles over your skin as he moved—slow, steady, deeper. Every inch made your body shake, made your breath catch in your throat, but it wasn’t pain you felt.

It was fullness. It was being claimed.

Toji’s eyes locked onto yours, and for once, he wasn’t smirking. He looked serious. Possessive. Reverent. Like he knew exactly what this moment meant and he wasn’t taking it lightly.

When he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours, he stayed there. Breathing with you. Watching every reaction flicker across your face.

“You feel that?” he murmured. “That’s me. Deep inside you. First one to ever be.”

You nodded, blinking through the fog of heat, lips parted. He kissed you again, this time slower, lips dragging over yours as he began to move.

The rhythm was careful at first, but still powerful, rolling through you like waves. You moaned into his mouth, clutching his back as your body grew used to the rhythm, the pressure, the pleasure building with every deep, possessive thrust.

Every time his hips pressed into yours, he whispered something filthy in your ear—how good you felt, how tight, how he was going to make sure no one else ever touched you again.

“Let them hear you,” he growled. “Let those two idiots out there know exactly who you belong to now.”

You couldn’t stop the sounds pouring out of you even if you tried. Every thrust, every drag of his body inside yours pulled more from you—gasps, moans, desperate cries that only seemed to push him further into a frenzy.

Toji was barely holding back now, growling your name between gritted teeth, his mouth on your neck, your chest, anywhere he could kiss or mark. Then, his pace slowed, hips grinding deep and slow instead of fast and rough. You felt it then, the shift.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he groaned. “Gonna breed this pretty little cunt just like you need.”

The words made your toes curl, your fingers dig into his arms. He felt the way your walls clenched around him and chuckled darkly.

“You want that? Want me to make sure you’re filled nice from the inside out?”

"Yeah, yes please..." you nodded fast, eyes wide and wet, barely able to think past the overwhelming pressure building in your core.

And when he finally tipped over the edge, body jerking as he spilled inside you, he didn’t stop moving, slow, deep, grinding through it, pressing his weight into you until you cried out, body shaking through your own release.

When he finally collapsed beside you, dragging you against his chest, his breath was warm against your ear.

“Mine,” he whispered again, a little softer this time. "All mine."

**********

Toji was the one who cleaned you up, surprisingly gentle after how rough he’d been earlier. A warm washcloth, his strong hands guiding you through the haze of exhaustion and soreness.

You didn’t say much, just let him tuck you in under Gojo’s sheets, your body still trembling with the aftershocks. He leaned down, brushed your damp hair back, and kissed your forehead like it meant something. Like you meant something.

Then he pulled on his boxers and stalked out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Out in the living room, Gojo and Geto were still sprawled on the couch, the glow from the TV flickering against their smug expressions. Neither looked remotely surprised to see Toji emerge, shirtless, hair damp with sweat, bite marks scattered along his collarbones like trophies.

Gojo looked up first. “Well, well. Look who finally got his fill.”

Toji grunted, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You like her, old man?” Gojo teased, grinning like a devil. “Thought you’d get to touch her first, yeah? Must’ve been a long time coming.”

Geto chuckled under his breath, arms crossed over his chest. “Took you long enough. Thought you were gonna pop a vein every time she bent over.”

Toji’s jaw tightened. His eyes darkened. “I would’ve ripped your dicks off if either of you would've done it." he snapped, his voice rough.

“Fuck y’all. She’s mine now. And guess what?” His mouth curled into a cocky, triumphant grin. “Y’all can’t take her first time anymore. I already did.”

Gojo whistled low, shaking his head. “Shit. You’re real proud of that, huh?”

“Damn right I am. I was soft and shit,” Toji muttered, flopping into one of the armchairs and digging his phone out of his pocket. “Almost forgot one thing…”

He pressed a contact and put the phone on speaker.

“Yo, Nanami. Pick up Plan B after work.”

There was a pause, followed by an irritated sigh.

“Toji,” Nanami said dryly, “You have to stop doing this. Ordering me around. I’m not your damn servant.”

Toji smirked. “You’ll live. Just grab it.”

And he hung up before Nanami could protest further.

A few minutes passed. You were still curled in Gojo’s bed, deep in sleep, bruised and branded, unaware of the chaos brewing outside.

Then the front door opened, and in walked Nanami—tie loosened, brows already furrowed in irritation. He tossed the small box at Toji, who caught it lazily.

“Got your damn pill,” Nanami muttered. “Who even is—”

“Geto,” Toji called, stretching out across the couch like a cat. “Give it to her, yeah? She’s still in bed.”

Nanami froze. His head turned slowly, eyes narrowing.

“…She?”

Toji nodded, unbothered. “Sleeping like a baby.”

Nanami blinked. Once. Twice. Then his eyes went wide.

“You mean her?” His voice rose sharply. “You fucked her?”

Toji shrugged.

“You fucked the girl we’ve been living with for only what—a few weeks?!” Nanami snapped.

The pill box slid from Toji’s hand and bounced onto the table.

“Yo, yo, go easy,” Toji muttered, unfazed. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” Nanami’s voice cracked. “She’s nineteen, Toji. Still young for this stuff—what the hell were you thinking?!”

Gojo raised a hand. “Technically, she’s of age—”

“Don’t you start with the technicalities, Satoru,” Nanami snapped again.

"Not only me, they're to blame too!!" Toji said pointing at Geto and Gojo.

"What!!? All three of you?" Nanami was losing it.

"Yo, we didn't fuck her, only Toji did. We just... y'know... played with her a little, that's it, I swear." Gojo said defending himself, his hands in the air.

“I expected this kind of shit from him, not you.” Nanami turned to Geto.

“I am a man of surprises,” Geto said, grinning.

Gojo just shook his head, amused.

“She’s fine, for fuck’s sake,” Toji growled, irritation bubbling beneath his tone. “She’s not a kid. She knew what she wanted.”

Nanami’s bag hit him square in the chest. “You’re unbelievable.”

Without another word, Nanami picked up the pill box and turned, storming toward the hallway where you were still sleeping. He opened the door quietly, stepping into the dim room where the covers were pulled up to your chest. You stirred when he crouched beside you, brushing your hair back softly.

“Hey,” he said gently. “Wake up for me.”

Your eyes fluttered open, hazy and confused. “Nanami…?”

“You okay?” His voice was calm now, careful. “You feeling alright?”

You nodded slowly, shifting slightly under the covers.

“I brought you something,” he murmured, placing the pill on the nightstand with a glass of water. “Can you take it now for me?”

You looked down at the pill, blinking slowly.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" he ruffled your hair gently.

“Oh… Toji already… did that.”

He looked at you again, closer this time. The marks across your neck and chest, peeking out from the collar of Gojo’s shirt. The bruising, the flushed skin, the dazed glow in your eyes.

“Goddamn it,” he whispered under his breath.

“Nanami…?” you asked quietly, sitting up a little.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, voice tight. “Do you want anything? Coffee? Tea?”

“Ice cream,” you murmured.

He sighed, a little smile tugging at the edge of his lips despite everything. “Alright. I’ll order it.”

Then, with barely a grunt of effort, he scooped you up into his arms, bridal style. You blinked, startled, but didn’t protest—just curled into his chest, comforted by his warmth. As he carried you out of the room, his glare cut through the living room like a blade.

“We’re all going to have a talk about this,” he growled at them.

Geto raised a brow. Gojo just waved. Toji looked smug.

Nanami didn’t say another word until he got to your bedroom, laying you down gently in your bed, tucking the blanket around your legs. He hesitated, then leaned down and kissed your temple.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured.

You nodded sleepily.

Back in the living room, Nanami grabbed a chair, dragged it in front of the couch, and spun it so it faced all three of them directly.

Then he sat.

Arms crossed. Legs spread. Face stone-cold.

“Start talking,” he said, voice sharp. “And pray I don’t kill one of you before dessert gets here.”

Toji leaned back, arms behind his head. “What? You jealous?”

“Jealous?” Nanami echoed. “Jealous that you took advantage of a sweet girl who clearly trusts you? Get the hell over yourself.”

“Oi oi, It's not like it's out of the blue, we've been doing things with her and she clearly likes it.” Toji said simply.

“She doesn’t know what she wants, and doing "things" with her and fucking her raw for her first time isn't the fuckin' same.” Nanami snapped. “She’s been living with four men for a few weeks and now this? This is not okay.”

Gojo nudged Geto. “Is now a bad time to ask if we get one more turn?”

Nanami’s fist hit the coffee table hard enough to rattle it. “No one is getting anything. This isn’t a game. She’s not your fuck toy.”

The room went quiet.

Toji, for once, didn’t have a comeback. Just watched him with a narrowed stare, jaw ticking.

Geto exhaled slowly. “Alright. Let’s not burn the house down.”

“I’ll burn it down myself if you three don’t get your shit together,” Nanami muttered. “She’s not yours. She’s not anyone’s. If I see one of you hurt her—one—I swear I’ll break your jaw.”

Silence. And then:

“Do I still get to bring her the ice cream?” Gojo asked, cautiously. Nanami glared at him.

“…I’ll scoop it,” Gojo said quickly. Nanami didn’t move, still glaring.

“I’ll also make tea.”

“Better,” Nanami muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The doorbell rang just as Nanami was threatening to kill someone for the third time.

“Ice cream’s here,” Geto said casually, getting up from the couch before Gojo beat him to it.

But Gojo was already halfway to the door, grinning like a fox. “Nope. I got it. I’m gonna feed her myself.”

Nanami narrowed his eyes. “Gojo—”

“Relax, Nanamin.” Gojo winked, holding up the dessert bag. “It’s just ice cream. Not a crime.”

Toji didn’t even look up from where he was lounging, chewing on a toothpick. “Let him go. She’ll stop him if he oversteps.”

“She better,” Nanami muttered.

Meanwhile, Gojo was already walking down the hallway, humming some ridiculous tune under his breath. He knocked once—lightly—then peeked into your room with the grin of a man who’d just stolen something valuable.

“Hey, sweet thing,” he said, stepping inside with the dessert. “Brought your ice cream. Wanna share it with me?”

You were sitting up now, more alert but still sore and tired. You blinked at him. “You like sweets?”

“I like you, and you like sweets. That’s enough.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled softly. “Fine.”

He sat beside you on the bed, opening the lid of the cold box.

“Mint chocolate chip. Boring Nanami choice, but not bad.” He scooped a bit with the plastic spoon and held it out to you, exaggeratedly gentle. “Say ‘ahh,’ baby.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I can feed myself.”

“I know you can,” he said, his grin widening, “but why would you when you have me?”

You reluctantly leaned forward, letting him feed you the spoonful. He watched you intently, like every expression you made mattered.

“Mmm,” you mumbled, licking your lips. “Cold.”

“You know what else is cold?” Gojo leaned in a little, whispering theatrically. “Nanami’s heart. That man has no joy. He scolded us like we were horny teenagers. Which, fair, but still.”

You laughed softly, the sound making his eyes sparkle.

“Rude. I didn't do much to you,” he said, scooping another bite and feeding it to you. “I haven’t even gotten to the part where I—”

Then he stopped talking. His gaze dropped to your lips. And before you could ask why, he kissed you. Soft. Unexpected. Sweet at first, like he was testing the waters.

Your breath hitched in surprise, but you didn’t push him away. You froze for a second, unsure, heart thudding in your chest.

Then he kissed you again, deeper this time. His tongue flicked against your lower lip, and his hand came up to gently cup your cheek.

You whimpered softly against his mouth.

“God, you taste like ice cream,” he murmured, pulling away only to kiss you again, hungrier now. “You’re addictive…”

He leaned into you again, but the bedroom door slammed open.

“Gojo,” Nanami’s voice cut through the air like a knife. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Gojo didn’t even flinch. He turned his head slowly with a sheepish smile. “…Giving her dessert?”

Nanami stormed across the room, yanked Gojo up by the collar of his shirt, and dragged him backward toward the hallway.

“Nanami, wait—ouch, that’s my favorite shirt!”

“You’re a goddamn pervert,” Nanami snapped, dragging him toward the couch. “She just had three men take turns on her and now you’re trying to make out with her while she’s resting?”

Gojo stumbled as Nanami let him go. “It was just a kiss!”

“You’ve got no self-control.”

“She kissed back!”

Nanami glared.

“…Okay, okay,” Gojo mumbled. “Fine. I’ll chill. Geez. You’re so uptight.”

He walked over to where Geto was now watching the scene unfold with an amused smirk. “Remind me not to make out with anyone while Nanami’s in the house.”

“Noted,” Geto said, sipping from his tea.

Nanami exhaled sharply, rubbed the bridge of his nose, then turned and walked back toward your room.

You weren’t on the bed anymore. He found you sitting on the small balcony outside your bedroom, curled up on the chair with your knees hugged to your chest. The night air was cool, brushing against your bare arms.

He stepped closer, leaned against the doorframe, watching you for a moment in silence.

“Hey,” he said gently. You looked up at him.

“I’m sorry,” he added, voice low. “They’re… idiots. Wild, horny idiots.”

You offered him a tiny, shy nod and that seemed to soften something in him. He walked forward, ruffled your hair gently, and knelt beside your chair. “You’re okay though?”

“I think so.”

“You don’t have to say yes to everything they want, you know,” he said softly. “You can say no. You can tell me. I’ll back you up, always.”

You smiled faintly. “I know.”

He stood again and stretched. “Alright. Get some rest. Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight.”

He walked away, shutting the door softly behind him.

And you sat there in the quiet, staring up at the sky. The stars were faint tonight, the city lights swallowing most of them.

You could still hear the muffled voices from the living room—Gojo laughing, Geto low and calm, Toji grumbling, and Nanami sighing in exasperation.

It had only been a few weeks since you moved in. A few weeks since you were just a girl with rent problems and zero experience.

Now? Everything was different now.

And you weren’t sure if you were overwhelmed or addicted to it.

to be continued in the next chapter