pervy best friend!choso who takes any oppurtunity to touch you. if he needs to get past you, he'll grab your waist and move you himself instead of saying excuse me. if you're upset or in need of comfort, he brings you in for a hug and holds you as tightly against him as he can so he can feel your tits press against his chest. of course his main goal is to help you feel better, but he'd never miss the chance to have your body against his.
pervy best friend!choso who comes over as soon as he can with painkillers and your favourite snacks when you tell him you're on your period. he carries you back up to your room whilst gently rubbing your back to soothe you. choso is the most warm blooded person you know, so you ask him to lay down in your bed with you so he can be your life sized hot water bottle. you practically climb on top of him once he's there and are quickly lulled to sleep by the warmth of his body. once you're asleep he adjusts your position so that your pussy is sat directly on top his bulge. he'll slowly grind up into you, groaning softly as you snore quietly into his shoulder.
pervy best friend!choso who eyes your cleavage whenever you're in a revealing top. when you're studying together he snatches your pencil case away and holds it behind him so you have to lean over to get it back from him, practically shoving your tits in his face in the process. choso especially loves it when you wear a tank top with no bra and your perfect nipples poke through. he wants nothing more than to pull your top down, close his mouth around your nipple and suck on them until he cums.
pervy best friend!choso has an entire folder full of pictures of you. he sneaks photos of you innocently eating bananas, sucking on ice lollies or licking ice cream and makes a mental note to jerk off to it later. sometimes he'll drop something on the floor and ask you to pick it up for him, just to have you on your knees in front of him. he snaps a picture of you the exact moment you look up at him, imagining that you're sucking him off. when choso gets home he scrolls through the photos as he strokes himself, picturing his cock is in your mouth instead and that it's his tip you're sucking on so sweetly.
pervy best friend!choso who likes taking you on long road trips with his friends even though the car doesn't have enough space for you. you have no choice but to sit in his lap with his hands tightly holding your hips to keep you steady. if you're wearing a skirt he'll slowly lift it higher and higher, until your panty clad pussy is right on top of his dick. choso takes advantage of the speed bumps and potholes, thrusting up into you at the same time the car bounces.
pervy best friend!choso who has no idea that you're aware of everything he's doing and that you enjoy it even more just as much as he does.
I'm almost at two years on tumblr as of july 20th 🥹🥹 So I am doing a little event to celebrate and I'd love anyone to join who wants to!
Imagine if a hottie sorcerer AND a fine ass Demon were fighting over you??? Or if Fratboy Eren crossed over with Nerd Gojo at a party you attended? If Nanami and Zayne caught you playing them both and decide to brat tame you???
Cross over any character of your choice! It could be JJK with the LADS men, AOT boys, Witch Hat, Apothecary Diaries, Black Butler, MHA - anything you really enjoy!! let's see where they go 🤭
theme - Can be literally anything - them fighting over us, getting cucked or sharing hehe - but we love trips to Paris. Could be smut/angst/crack/fluff or a mix
characters - Any of the JJK men/women with anyone of your choice from another fandom! For example - gojo x reader x eren / Sukuna x Sylus x reader and so on
rules - just have fun with it! Can be any length, and done any time AT ALL. You can msg me the character ideas and I'll list them below, just tag me when you have it done so I can update and share!
I am going to do a few this time hehe - I had so much fun with object Gojo, I'm excited!!
art by @vai2430_on IG!
♡ ｡˚ ✧ line up ✧˚｡♡
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Sebastian x Cult leader! Geto x cultist! reader - by @madamechrissy (black butler)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ sorcerer! Gojo x Qifrey x apprentice! reader - by @/madamechrissy (witch hat)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ werewolf! nanami x Sesshomaru x reader - by @/madamechrissy (Inuyasha)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ incubus! gojo x pro hero! hawks- by @satorusdreamer (MHA)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Sukuna x Grimmjow x reader- by @jazzthatonewriterchick (bleach)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Geto x Zuko x reader- by @/jazzthatonewriterchick (ATLA)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Geto x Koga x reader - by @/jazzthatonewriterchick (Inuyasha)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ gojo x enjin x reader - by @/jazzthatonewriterchick (Gachiakuta)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ clients Gojo and Kakashi x Onlyfans! reader by @omgitzmami (Naruto)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Sylus x reader x true form! Sukuna by @lynncade (LADS)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ TBA - by @indiewritesxoxo
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Satoru x reader x Enjin- by @aurievalley (Gachiakuta)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Aizawa x Reader x Gojo - by @aizawhore (MHA)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Geto x reader x Jinshi - by @satolune (Apothecary)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Jinshi x Zuko x Suguru x reader - by @jiyuspassion (ATLA/Apothecary)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ bf! fratjo x gf! reader x nerd! qifrey- by @mimimochis (witch hat)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Sol x Choso x reader by - @fallen-angelxoxo (tkatb)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Gojo x reader x Kisuke - by @devileyeswriting (bleach)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Toji x reader x Kenpachi by @/devileyeswriting (bleach)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Gojo x Kisuke x reader - by @/devileyeswriting (bleach)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Zayne x reader x Choso - by @mimuju (lads)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ pirate! Gojo x reader x Pirate! ace -by @xchosos-wifex (One Piece)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Gojo x reader x Tartaglia - by @wiserion (Genshin)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ TBA - by @siennayaps
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Dragon! Sylus x Mate! Reader × FaeKing! Gojo - by @utterlyobsessedprincess (LADS/ACOTAR)
♡ ｡˚ ✧ Nanami x Kuniharu saiki x reader - by @thegoodthebadneverugly (Saiki k)
✮ getting stuck in an elevator with two hot bosses who want you cannot be that bad, right? *pwp
"shit, we're gonna be here a while," nanami breathed out annoyed and loosened his tie after the dispatcher didn't answer again and the call button totally stopped working. your shift ended like three hours ago, but you were still there, typical you, obsessing over some report. the office was totally empty.
well, except for two department heads you were lucky enough to get stuck with in one cramped elevator.
the elevator felt way too small for three adults. you were basically squeezed between them and could feel the heat coming off their bodies. behind you was nanami's tall figure, and right in front of you — higuruma. both were a head taller than you, wider in the shoulders, and fucking hot.
i mean, it wasn't for nothing that you always wore short skirts even though the dress code said no, that you accidentally spilled coffee on higuruma's pants so you could apologize with bambi eyes and wipe a napkin near his cock. for months you played a dangerous game: you leaned over a little more than you should, showed off your chest when you sat across from him, brushed your shoulder against nanami's in the narrow hallway, and left documents on hiromi's desk that were soaked in your boldest perfume. you teased both of them at the same time, gave them hope, but always slipped away the second their stares got too heavy. a little flirting is fun, alright?
but right now you weren't having fun at all.
nanami slowly leaned in. his hot breath hit your ear, making you shiver. "you look spooked, sweetheart. you okay?" he said, and he sounded dangerously protective. "y-yeah, i'm fine," you gulped, trying not to look at him. "it's just super hot in here."
you noticed nanami lookedup at higuruma. for a while they just stared at each other in silence, and then this slow, knowing grin spread across both their faces. that look made your knees go weak. higuruma took his time taking off his jacket. he did it slow, eyes locked on yours, and tossed the expensive thing right on the dirty floor.
"what a shame," he said, rolling up his sleeves and showing off those strong forearms. "maybe we should talk about your behavior."
before you could get a single word out, nanami's heavy hands landed on your waist. he pulled you back, pressing you into his hard chest. "you've been waiting for this the whole time, haven't you?" he whispered into your hair. "teasing us so much."
"i... i have no idea what you're talking about," your voice shook, and your heart was thumping so loud they both definitely heard it. hiromi stepped even closer. his hands hit your thighs, bunching up your skirt. "oh, trust me, you know exactly what we're talking about."
they literally crushed you between them, and you felt the burning heat of their bodies. nanami grabbed your chin and pulled it up, forcing you to look at him. "i think it's time to teach you a lesson."
he didn't let you scream — his mouth covered yours in a demanding kiss. he kissed you deep, filling you up with himself, while hiromi went for your neck at the same time, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. your head started spinning and reality started to blur.
nanami pulled back from your lips for a second and then with one sharp, confident move he grabbed you by the waist. before you could even gasp, you were up in the air. he held you there, making your legs spread wide and hooking your knees over his arms. now you were basically hanging on him — your back pressed against his chest, and you were completely open in front of both of them.
your short skirt rode up to your waist, leaving you in just thin panties. nanami went back to your ear, nibbling on your lobe and cheek before sliding down to your neck. meanwhile, higuruma slowly unbuttoned your blouse, button by button, and as the fabric parted, he started biting your chest, making you arch in kento’s arms.
"wait— mmnh! hiromi..." you gasped, "there're cameras in the elevator... maybe we should go..."
"don't worry 'bout that, darling," nanami laughed low and soft, pressing his lips to your shoulder. "don't you worry your pretty little head."
hiromi finally threw your shirt open and slowly moved down with kisses toward your stomach. "just enjoy what we're gonna do now, okay?"
he got down on his knees, and you felt his hot breath scorch your delicate skin. he didn't rush. first, his lips barely brushed the inside of your thighs, leaving light, almost weightless kisses that sent an electric charge through your body. you felt nanami tighten his grip on your knees from behind, locking you in the air; you literally couldn't move.
"look how wet she is. perfect," hiromi rasped, looking at how the slick glistened on your already damp pussy. "you wanted this, didn't you? for us to see how much this little pussy leaks when it's needy?"
"n-nngh!... hiromi…" your moan drowned in the quiet hum of the elevator as he lifted two fingers and unceremoniously stretched your folds apart to fully expose you. at first, he just teased you with the tip of his tongue, short and wet strokes. you felt him lick away the drops, smacking his lips, savoring your taste.
"mmngh! haah! please…" you jerked in nanami’s arms, but he just held you tighter against his chest. "hold on, sweetie, we're just gettin' started," he whispered in your ear, and at that moment, he started to slowly rotate your hips in circular motions.
those circles made you literally rub against hiromi’s face. you felt the stubble on his chin, his nose pressing into your already swollen clit, and his tongue going right into your soaking pussy. wet, obscene sounds echoed in the cramped elevator.
"haah! more… nngh!" you weren't in control of your sounds anymore, gasping with pleasure. "oh yeah," hiromi growled, not pulling away for a second, "you're so sweet. i'm gonna lick you dry 'til you start beggin' us to stop."
his pace picked up. he went rougher now. hiromi didn't tease anymore. he took your clit between his lips and started sucking on it hungrily like he’d fuckin' die if he didn't.
"a-ah! hiromi! nngh-aa!" you screamed, throwing your head back on nanami’s shoulder while he kissed your cheek, holding you in place, and your cry echoed through the tight cabin.
hiromi’s tongue went deep between your stretched folds, licking everything inside, while the two fingers he’d managed to shove in kept roughly stretching you, opening every millimeter of your tender flesh for his mouth. loud, squelching sounds of your pussy and the wet sounds of his mouth filled the elevator.
"mmm, look what you're doin' to us," nanami kept rotating your pelvis, forcing you to grind even harder onto hiromi’s tongue. "you wanted this, didn't you? walkin' 'round in front of us in those skirts that show off your ass?"
"haah! mmngh… ahh! more… more!" you didn't even know what you were saying anymore. the man behind you didn't give you a second's break — his palm covered your mouth, muffling your next moan. "hiromi, please… mmmngh-ah!" you broke free from nanami’s hand, and your moans got louder. "yes! right there! ahh-h!"
nanami pulled his hand away from your face only to sink into your lips, catching your next whimper. "stick out your tongue, baby," he whispered, and you obeyed before you could even think. "come on."
as soon as you parted your mouth and the tip of your tongue peeked out, nanami let out a low growl and bit into your lips. he captured your tongue with his lips and started sucking on it, slow and greedy. "mmmmmfff!.. kento!... " you moaned right into his mouth, feeling your whole body tighten like a string.
nanami sucked your tongue rhythmically, like he owned it, making you gasp for air. meanwhile, higuruma, feeling your reaction, stretched your folds even wider and sucked on your clit with twice the force. "mmmngh... most perfect sweet pussy. gonna eat this little swollen clit up."
your sounds turned totally incoherent, becoming a solid stream of moans and ragged breaths mixed with whimpers. nanami pulled away from your tongue for a second, his whisper brushing right against your lips. "good girl. hear how loud you're bein' for us?"
your body was stretched to the limit, like a wire about to snap. nanami kept dominantly sucking your tongue, cutting off your oxygen and making you choke on your own moans while his hips rhythmically rotated your pelvis, grinding you into hiromi’s face. you thrashed convulsively in kento’s arms, feeling everything inside tighten into an unbearably hard, hot knot.
higuruma, feeling your orgasm coming, stretched your already swollen folds with his fingers until it almost hurt, and for the last time, sucked your clit in as deep as possible, licking it frantically. a loud, dominant squelching filled the cramped elevator.
"a-a-ah! kent— oh god, i'm gonna... mmmngh-a-a-a!" your scream broke into a rasp as the first wave of orgasm literally ripped through you.
you felt your muscles inside start to contract uncontrollably, pulsing hot wetness right onto hiromi’s face. you shuddered all over, your legs on nanami’s shoulders shaking with a fine tremor. kento pulled away from your tongue at that moment just to catch your wide-open mouth in a silent scream and greedily breathe in your orgasmic moan.
you gasped, your head falling onto nanami’s shoulder as white spots swam before your eyes. hiromi didn't stop even when you started twitching in convulsions. he kept greedily licking and sucking up your slick, which was now dripping down his chin and lips.
"hiromi, stop... ah... i can't anymore..." you went limp in kento’s arms, feelin' a heavy, leaden weakness spread through your body. you barely breathed, pressing your forehead against nanami’s shoulder. your body still shook with small, lingerin' tremors, and your head was a total vacuum. you were literally floating in the clouds after such a crushing orgasm, feeling like soft, pliable clay in their hands.
but the blissful silence didn't last long. nanami pulled back a bit to look at your face and took you by the chin, forcing your blurred gaze to focus on him.
"you think that’s it, darling?" his voice sounded scary calm and low. "you really think we're gonna let you come just once?"
your eyes widened. you tried to say something, but only a weak, ragged exhale escaped your throat. "what're you..."
hiromi slowly pulled away and got up from his knees. his lips glistened wetly, and there was a streak of your juices on his chin that he didn't even think about wipin' off. he looked down at you, fixing his shirt cuffs.
"that was just the start," he tossed out, and his voice vibrated in the tight cabin. you were still hangin' in nanami’s arms, legs shaking, and your mind was fading. "n-no... wait..." you tried to pull your thoughts together, "someone could walk in right now... the dispatcher... he might hear through the intercom..."
nanami just laughed low against your neck, and that sound made you shrink. he didn't let you go. instead, he shifted his grip to get comfortable and started to slowly, intentionally rub your aching, oversensitive cunt against his huge, rock-hard cock through the fabric of his pants.
"ah!" you sobbed, whimpering from the unbearable pleasure that bordered on torture. "nanami..." "we could just call the dispatcher again so help comes right now," kento whispered, keepin' up the methodical grind against you, squeezin' out new portions of wetness that now fell in heavy drops and dripped onto the elevator floor. your heels had been lyin' in the corner for a while now. "is that what you want? you want us to get pulled out of here right now?"
he didn't stop, and you felt his hardness throb, promisin' somethin' way bigger. at that moment, hiromi stepped in close. he cupped your face in his palms and sank into your lips with a deep, greedy kiss. you tasted yourself mixed with his hot spit — intimate, and crazy turning you on.
"m-m-m," he hummed into your mouth, pulling back only a millimeter. "is this what you want?" you should've said "yes." you should've screamed 'bout how they broke all the rules, how hierarchy was trashed, and how you're all gonna get fired in disgrace. you should've stopped this.
but you didn't. your first orgasm was so mind-blowing that all you could think about was the throbbing weight you felt with your ass through nanami’s clothes. you couldn't even dream of just one of them in your wildest fantasies, but getting both at once? that was the kind of extreme greed they write about in books.
“n-no…” you aggressively shook your head, completely forgetting you were in the damn elevator of an office building. your hands dug into higuruma’s shoulders on their own, and you started desperately, almost insanely grinding against the man behind you in every way possible, begging for more with your body alone.
hiromi gave a faint, barely noticeable smile without taking his eyes off you, watching the way you writhed in kento’s hands. “that’s what we thought. dirty girl… you spent months tempting your bosses just so they’d fuck you at the same time?”
you barely heard him. his words drowned in the rush of blood pounding in your ears, and you only nodded quickly, feverishly, agreeing with every word he said. “c’mon, baby,” nanami caught you with one hand, giving you more space, “use your hands. take my pants off.”
with trembling fingers, you reached behind you as much as the cramped space allowed and touched his cock through the fabric for the first time. nanami let out a low, rough groan and pushed himself into your palm, rolling his hips forward. you tried to feel more of him, but kento only tightened his grip on your waist.
“baby, i just had to sit there without getting to taste you. you’d better hurry up.” you frantically searched for his belt buckle, but your fingers wouldn’t cooperate. you couldn’t see what you were doing behind your back, and helpless little whines started slipping out of you.
“i-i can’t do it… kento, i can’t…” you sobbed, tears blurring your vision. nanami laughed quietly, enjoying your desperation. “what an impatient girl, huh?”
he jerked his hips sharply to help you, and finally you managed to undo the belt. then the button and zipper gave in too. his pants slipped down, and immediately, without waiting, you covered his cock with your hand over his boxers. nanami threw his head back, sucking in air through his teeth with a hiss. you moaned too — just the thought of him being inside you turned you into a melted, shapeless mess.
by then, hiromi already pulled his pants down slightly. you froze as you looked at him. his cock looked intimidating: long, heavy, veins standing out clearly along it, the tip already wet. exactly the one you imagined whenever you touched yourself.
you breathed heavily, your pussy still pulsing after your orgasm while your hands already pulled down the blond man’s boxers behind you. the second his cock came free, it pressed against your ass with a dull thud. you felt the heat of it against your skin.
nanami wrapped a hand around himself and slowly dragged the tip over your untouched back hole first. panic shot through you instantly, your voice turning high and almost frightened. “kento!.. please, kento…”
he immediately buried himself against your neck, kissing you greedily with his mouth open, leaving your skin wet and burning. “relax,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through your body. “we’re not going there… for now.”
you relaxed a little, but the realization crashed over you in another wave: that meant they were both going to fuck you. at the same time.
your thoughts didn’t even have time to form into words before higuruma stepped closer. he cupped your face, gently but firmly sucking on your lower lip before pulling away and looking directly into your eyes.
“if it hurts, just tell us, okay?” his voice sounded serious, almost gentle. “we won’t do anything that’ll hurt you. we’re here to give you what you’ve been begging for all this time. tell me you understand.”
you only nodded shakily, unable to force out a single word. “use your words, sweetheart,” nanami insisted, pressing his cock against your lower back. you swallowed hard, your voice rough from all the screaming and moaning. “i… i understand. yeah. please…”
nanami adjusted his grip on you more comfortably, one arm still holding your weight while the other slowly, carefully guided his cock. at first, he only teased you with it, dragging the tip through your folds, coating himself in all your slickness, practically soaking himself in your juices before finally giving one decisive thrust.
he pushed in slowly, giving you time to feel every inch of his impossible thickness. you cried out instantly and grabbed onto higuruma’s shoulders with a death grip. meanwhile, hiromi pressed himself flush against you, holding your hips steady and helping you keep your balance while his eyes tracked every shaky breath you took.
he really was huge. you felt him literally forcing your insides apart, pushing so deep that every experience you’d ever had before suddenly felt like some pathetic joke. your head fell back, your moans breaking apart into weak little whines.
“mmmngh! kento… haa-ah… hurts… no, feels good… god—!” you choked on the words as he filled you completely. “that’s it, sweetheart, take all of me,” nanami rasped, his voice vibrating through your body.
“you’re too big… kento, you’re too big…” “i know, baby,” he started moving inside you slowly, deeply, “it’ll feel better soon. just relax for me.”
while that happened, higuruma kissed his way down your neck to your chest, which already spilled out of your bra cups. he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking greedily while nanami kept thrusting into you from behind.
“fuck…” kento growled, picking up the pace. “knew you’d have a fucking heavenly pussy… she’s squeezing me so tight.” all you could do was whine and sob. “ah! mmngh!! feels so good… more… haaah!”
“yeah?” higuruma pulled away from your chest, his gaze turning sharp and hungry. “it’s about to feel even better.” nanami cupped your face with both hands, turned you toward him, and crashed his mouth against yours in a deep kiss. “take a breath,” he ordered right against your lips.
you were already completely fucked stupid from his cock and the heat of their bodies. the second you gasped for air, you felt another huge, hard shape starting to push into you. hiromi entered you from the front, and you practically whimpered into nanami’s kiss while your fingers dug into higuruma’s shirt hard enough to make the fabric strain.
the moment he fully pushed inside, stretching you beyond anything imaginable, you screamed so loudly it felt like your voice tore through the entire building. “oh god! god! fuck… fuck! a-ah-ahh!”
tears spilled from your eyes automatically from the shock and overwhelming fullness. nanami laughed low against your lips, licking away the salty wetness. “no god here, sweetheart. we’re the ones making you scream like that.”
both of them stayed still for a moment, letting your body adjust to the unbearable stretch. hiromi’s hand squeezed your breast possessively while nanami bit at your shoulder and every patch of exposed skin he could reach.
it felt like forever or maybe only a few seconds — you had no idea anymore. the only thing you knew was that you needed them. “more… want more… please…”
“our girl’s getting greedy, huh?” higuruma smirked while looking at your flushed face. “one cock isn’t enough anymore? now you always want two?” then they started moving. together. hard. rhythmic.
it felt like your pussy was about to split apart, your whole body turning into one shaking, dripping mess. you moaned and whimpered while they kept taking turns kissing you, your chin already soaked with spit, your face damp with sweat and their touches. saliva and slick ran down your neck and chest, and you were pretty sure there was already a puddle forming on the elevator floor beneath you.
their movements turned sharp and perfectly synchronized, and you felt them practically pounding you into the narrow space between them. nanami set a deep, animalistic pace from behind while hiromi matched every thrust from the front, forcing your body to stretch to its absolute limit. the cramped elevator filled with unbearable wet sounds: skin slapping against skin, heavy male growls, and your endless, choking moans mixed with the smell of all your arousal.
“ah! haaah… nngh! fuck, kento… romi… a-ahh!” you cried out when they bumped against each other inside you, trapping your womb between them.
“look at this fucking mess,” hiromi rasped without taking his eyes off the place where your bodies merged together. “you’re sucking us in so greedily. such a needy little hole for your bosses.”
nanami grabbed your hair, pulling your head back slightly so he could see your face twisted with pleasure. “hear those sounds, baby?” he slammed into you hard, and the elevator filled with a loud, filthy squelch. “that’s all you. you’re so fucking wet we’re practically drowning in you.”
“mmmngh! yes… more… ” you couldn’t even control the saliva dripping down your chin anymore, mixing with their sweat. your face stayed damp, your hair stuck to your forehead, and your eyes rolled back.
higuruma leaned forward and crashed his mouth against yours, swallowing your moan with his lips. his tongue moved just as aggressively as his cock while his hand kept squeezing your breast hard enough to hurt. when he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva stretched between you before breaking against your neck.
hiromi tightened his grip on your thighs even more, lifting your hips so you stayed completely open for both of them. the elevator smelled heavy with sweat, bodies, and slick, and the only thing breaking the silence were the filthy sounds of their bodies slamming against your ass.
nanami slowly moved his hand down the front of your body. his fingers, soaked with your slick, found your clit. “look at this little thing,” he rasped, his voice vibrating through your spine. “look how swollen it is. you’re pulsing so much, sweetheart.”
he started playing with you, and the elevator filled with another wet, messy sound from his fingers moving against you. every touch sent a shock through your body.
“mmmngh! kento… ah!” you sobbed shakily as your thighs started trembling uncontrollably. “please… i wanna come… i’m gonna… mmhnm!!" “no,” he cut you off. he gave one deep, crushing thrust. “don’t even think about coming without permission.”
their pace grew even faster, turning into something raw and primal. nanami’s heavy thrusts from behind crashed against hiromi’s from the front. the mirror in the elevator completely fogged over now, thick drops of condensation sliding down it just like the sweat running along your back. you could barely breathe anymore, your moans dissolving into broken little whimpers.
“tell me,” nanami suddenly pinched your clit hard between his fingers, making your back arch violently as you screamed. “who does this sweet, greedy pussy belong to?”
“a-ahh! yours! only yours! always only yours!” you practically sobbed the words out, losing the last of your sanity from the overwhelming pleasure. “good girl,” hiromi whispered smoothly against your damp shoulder before kissing it. “such a good girl. keep taking us, baby.”
your pussy pulsed violently, burning from the friction and impossible fullness. every thrust from nanami and hiromi forced more slick out of you, thick drops falling onto the floor and adding to the puddle already spreading beneath your feet. you felt completely used, ruined, and unbelievably happy in exactly that role.
the tension inside you coiled into a tight, unbearable knot that was about to snap. from behind, nanami made one last, crushing thrust, driving into you to the very hilt with a loud, wet sound, while hiromi made a powerful lunge forward at the same time, pinning your uterus in a vise between the two of them.
at that moment, nanami pressed hard against your pulsing clit, and that was the final straw. you literally buckled in their arms. the elevator walls started to swim before your eyes, and a series of choking, ragged sobs ripped from your throat.
"mmmngh-a-a-a! god! god! i— aah!" you gasped, feeling the first wave of orgasm paralyze your legs. your pussy started to contract convulsively and rhythmically around them, trying to squeeze every last drop out. you felt every vein on their members, every movement that now felt a hundred times sharper. a frantic, wet squelching filled the tight cabin — it was your juices, forced out by their pressure, literally splashing onto the floor and mixing with sweat.
you felt everything inside flip. your stomach muscles cramped, you threw your head back aggressively, pressing the back of your skull into nanami’s shoulder, and you just stopped breathing for several long seconds. you were shaking so hard that hiromi had to grip your thighs in a death lock to keep you from sliding to the floor.
"yes, just like that," nanami growled, feeling your pussy literally suck him in. "cum on our cocks, our pretty girl." you could not answer. you only whimpered and shuddered in a long, agonizingly beautiful ecstasy. tears of happiness and shock rolled down your wet cheeks.
you were still shaking from the lingering waves when you felt the blonde’s breath grow heavy, turning into a muffled growl. "fuck, you are so tight...so perfect baby..." he rasped, driving into you one last time with such force that you felt his pulse at your very center.
hiromi, feeling your tremors and kento’s frantic rhythm, also stopped holding back. his movements became sharp, almost rough; he literally slammed you into nanami, wringing the last moans out of you.
for a moment, everything froze. you felt nanami shudder through his whole body, his fingers digging into your thighs until it hurt, and he poured into you in a hot, pulsing stream. almost at the same time, hiromi let out a low, guttural sound and also went still, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, giving all his tension to you.
"so good mmm..." you went totally limp in their arms, feeling the scalding heat of their seed spread inside you. a sharp, mechanical sound and a sudden jolt of the elevator under your feet made you all freeze.
"hello, elevator number four? we have recorded a stop; we are restarting the system now. is everything alright with you?"
Synopsis. Five times Fushiguro Megumi and his particularly determined elementary class attempt to matchmake the strong, surly divorced Fushiuro Toji with you—their pretty elementary school teacher. And the one time it doesn’t end in disaster.
(Or in other words; the one time Fushiguro Megumi might just become a big brother?!)
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!teacher!reader, DlLF!Toji, 5 + 1 things, crackfic tbh, Iike MAJORLY, brainrot, sigmas, Megs and co., faiIed matchmaking, Toji’s a YEARNER, but can’t pull, bake sales, cherry bIossoms, SO many references, kids Iearning bad words from Toji (smh), parent-teacher meetings, tension, oraI (m + f), he’s FÉRAL, manhandIing, spítting, p taIking, p sIapping, fíngering, cIit bíting, GRADING, somewhat roIepIay, he’s MEAN, he’s BIG, biiiig stretches, you grade HIM, cervíx smooching, sIight banter, cIit pinching, more p sIapping, sIight bréeding, mentions of kids, feeIing for himself, taIking you through it, creampíes, cúmpIay, stuffing you FULL, brief headIocks, implied marathons, getting together, happy endings, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 15.4k
A/N. And shoutout to Megan THEEEEEE StaIIion for teaching me what rizz was mhm- aIso slightly inspired by my Unckuna fic here <3
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI’S (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHER—PHASE ONE: RIZZ.
“…and that’s the problem.”
Fushiguro Toji can’t believe this.
No matter how he looks at it—this is weird, right?
After all, no respectable single father would be hesitant to drop his son off at his elementary classroom- instead lingering by the wide, multi-colored building steps for a few seconds before finally entering like a lamb to the butcher’s. And even worse- no respectable single father would let himself be ruthlessly interrogated by his son over this fact.
And worst of all, reveal - after much intense probing by a nine-year-old - that this was all because…he happened to have…a stupid crush on one of the teachers.
“Which one?” Megumi looks up through jet-black bangs much like his, nose crinkling at the thought of his father having- eugh, feelings.
Toji sighs. “Don’t mean to push you into your emo phase early, kid, but…”
And then he glances beyond the little one’s frame.
Right. At. You.
The entrance to Tokyo Jujutsu Elementary opened up to the main hallway; with classrooms upon either side, and doorways spaced between walls that were kaleidoscopes of crafts and schoolbag hooks and polaroids of students over the years. If Toji looked hard enough then he’d even be able to find the polaroid where Megumi was flipping the camera off—he’d learned that one from him, see.
That was an awkward parent-teacher meeting.
But that was also the day he properly met you - beyond just the polite nod and hasty small talk at drop-off and pick-up.
With your adorable flowery apron on - courtesy of elementary school policy - and your lips trying very hard not to twitch up into a smile—very nicely telling Megumi that that wasn’t something good kids do.
Toji agreed then. He’d have agreed with anything you said.
“But you were the one that taught—”
He’d slapped his hand over Megumi’s mouth then.
You’d let a small laugh slip- and he was a goner.
After that meeting, Megumi may have lost something (iPad privileges for a whole month), but Toji gained something: this little ember of attraction that he couldn’t shake off no matter how much he tried. Every routine pick-up and drop-off, every bake sale, every little notification that lit up his phone—you typing into the parents’ groupchat about some announcement or the other. And though it’d never be anything too personal, his heart always thundered in his chest as he clicked those notifications open. Is it weird that he set a different tone for your notifications?
The harder he tried to ignore it, the further it kindled.
Until he evidently couldn’t even walk inside that damn building without feeling some part of him melt just a little…
Even now, his skin burns as he watches you.
Biting back a laugh as one of your students hugged their guardian goodbye- so hard that both adult and child topple over. And then you’re being grappled into the same embrace, which you’re letting yourself be tugged into—soon enough, three more of your students join in. One tucks a wildflower from the garden behind your ear.
Sunlight falls across your face as your head falls back in a laugh - and then you’re leaning forwards and grabbing all of those tiny bodies in a hug.
Toji can’t help but wonder whether you’d like to be embraced just the same. Toji can’t help but wonder whether you’d laugh just like that when you’re picked up and spun around, feet never touching the ground. Toji can’t help but wonder why the hell Itadori Yuji was pointing and laughing at him.
“Mr. Fushiguro’s dad, your face looks funny—!” He squeals. Loud enough for multiple parents to turn and look.
Toji grumbles something underneath his breath and straightens, like the respectable adult - the respectable adult - he is. Cool. Calm. Collected. Mature. “Oh yeah? And your hair looks funny, kid.”
Now those same parents were turning to him and glaring.
“What—?!” He gruffs out at them, hands raising in surrender. “He started it.”
Itadori turns to them and smiles an utterly precious, gap-toothed smile.
He tells himself that he’s imagining the way they seem to be pulling their kids away from him.
Itadori stops laughing and ruffles his own coral-pink locks. The boy had strong-armed himself to become one of Megumi’s best friends since their first day; and he always has made himself known as the chatterbox of the group. The sweetheart. The trouble-stirrer (one of them, at least). “My grandpa says it’s um- jeanetic. My father had pink hair, too.”
Toji raises a brow, “Oh?”
“Yeah! Did you know my uncle’s in prison?” The boy looks squarely up at him and beams. “He sets things on fire.”
“Same, bud.”
“I eat dirt.”
“…what the fuck.” Toji whispers underneath his breath- though it must’ve been loud enough for the keenest of eavesdroppers to listen, because before he knows it, a little boy with a face mask and the most atrocious bowl cut Toji’s seen in his life—pulls out a notebook from his backpack and starts furiously scribbling something down.
Assumably the profanity he’d just spoken.
Inumaki Toge, was it?
Now he’s the one stepping away from these damn kids.
But before he can get too far, Toji feels a tug on either arm—he looks to his right: Itadori.
Attempting to climb up his forearms and biceps like monkey bars.
He looks to his left: Kugisaki.
Looking knowingly between you and him.
“These partners stink of-”
“What was that?” Kugisaki asks.
“Nothing.” Toji quickly replies. And then there was the other one: Kugisaki Nobara was impossible to miss in a classroom. If not by her chattering that was just as loud as pink-haired Itadori’s, then by the red, rubber hammer that she seemed to be fond of, smashing it on top of people’s heads if they displeased her. He was just in the middle of wondering whether he could be successfully knocked out if she hit him hard enough when-
“Where…are you taking me?” He quickly narrows his eyes- just as soon as the little girl started pulling him by the hand. Towards your classroom. “Hey—”
“Oh, c’moooon.” She rolls her eyes in a manner that was far too expert for her age. “How is the male lead going to get the heroine if they don’t even talk?”
“I’m not the main character?”
Itadori - who had by now managed to perch atop his right shoulder like some parrot - whispers uncomfortably in his ear. “How’s the rizzler going to get the skibidi?”
Toji whirls to him- “Bless you?” The fuck…
Megumi follows and nods sagely. Deadpanning. “Dad’s not sigma enough for that.”
“Not you, too?!”
“Hi?”
The Earth had given way from underneath him. But in reality, it was just your voice breaking through the chaos of the elementary lobby—Itadori had begun gripping onto his shaggy, black bangs for balance now- and Toji was doing all he could to peak through the boy’s cutely chubby fingers.
A breath catching in his chest once he realizes that they’d walked him all the way over to you.
Apron on. Brows raised. A flower tucked prettily behind your ear. Standing right at the door to your vibrant classroom; you kept a hand on your mouth to stifle your obvious smile. Though nothing could hide the light in your eyes.
And before Toji’s given the opportunity to wax shitty poetics about it in his mind, you’re nodding at the boy latched onto Toji’s head. With a smile- “Down now, Yuji. What have I said about climbing people like monkey bars?”
He sighs and removes his hands covering Toji’s eyes, “To not climb people like monkey bars.”
“And what are you doing right now?”
“Climbing people like monkey bars.”
“Down, please.”
Yes, ma’am…Toji’s thinking to himself. Snap out of it, man.
It was like a miracle. Itadori Yuji - for however much of a sweetheart he was - was never the type to listen to authority so directly—you could tell the kid to not eat glue and he’d chug down the whole bottle. Toji knows. From experience.
But it’s as easy as butter that he’s sliding off the older man now- and soon enough, his small red shoes are hitting the floor. And he’s staring up at Toji with his scarred mouth gaped open.
In fact, everyone was.
“Um, Fushiguro-san? Is everything okay?” Your brows then pinch in concern.
Kugisaki slaps her forehead, and Megumi seems to sink deeper into his bangs. As quickly as the words are registering in his head—he’s shutting his mouth and faintly puffing his broad chest out. Making sure that you see the way his beefy biceps flex as he scratches behind his neck. “Yeah- yeah, everything’s alright. How about you?”
“Can’t complain.” You giggle. And when there doesn’t seem to be a follow-up question, he flexes even harder. “I see uh…you’ve been hitting the gym lately, Fushiguro-san.”
“Oh, me?” He has the audacity to look a little shocked. “That’s cute, doll. But I don’t hit the gym.”
“You must take steroids then.” Itadori pipes up gleefully. “My uncle takes them, too-”
“I’m all natural—”
As this subsides, you’re taking control of the chaos like the professional you are. “Alright, oh- look at the time!” Sweeping a glance behind you at the classroom clock, “We’re almost late for attendance and rehearsal time. Let’s get inside, kids.”
You start ushering some of them inside- and Toji squirms as those balls of energy rush past him. Evidently you were preoccupied with them, but you have enough time to look up at the older man and flash him a smile-
“And I’ll see you at pick-up then?”
Faintly, he nods. “Uh-huh.”
“Good.” You cock your head up at him, “Hope you have fun with the gym then~”
“U-uh-huh.”
He can only watch mutely as you whisk a few students inside and clap your hands to get their attention—some of the parents were filtering out and he knows he must look like such a creep…but you were just so astounding. And at least he hadn’t completely fucked up that interaction-
“Mr. Fushiguro’s dad, sorry for your aura loss.” Itadori pats him comfortingly on his side. There were still some students milling about with their goodbyes.
He whirls, “Fushiguro Toji doesn’t lose aura-”
“But you did.” Kugisaki nods with her arms crossed. “You fumbled, Fushiguro-san.”
He turns to his beloved son for reassurance.
Megumi looks at Toji blankly. “You never had aura to me, dad.”
“That’s it-”
“But it’s okay.” Kugisaki says, “The male lead never gets the heroine in the first five minutes. They have to suffer first. You just messed up Phase One.”
He almost feels sorry asking. “And…what is Phase One?”
“The rizz phase.” This time, it’s Itadori that answers. “You have zero rizz, Mr. Fushiguro’s dad. But—we have a plan.”
“A plan?”
Itadori holds up three fingers. “Four more phases before you win Ms. Teacher’s heart!” Not so loud…he’s grateful you haven’t noticed them yet.
Megumi holds up the correct number of fingers. “Four more phases to embarrass yourself, dad.”
What moral support, son.
“I don’t know…”
Itadori nods seriously, “Take it this way, Mr. Fushiguro’s dad- there’s a red button and a blue button in front of you. If you press the red button you die alone like my uncle probably will. If you press the blue button you totally rizz Ms. Teacher up and live happily-ever-after before she divorces you. Which button would you press?”
Neither?! His jaw drops. “What the fu-”
“We just want to matchmake you!” Kugisaki shoves Itadori aside.
He eyes the kids warily. Leaving his love life to three elementary schoolers? Has Fushiguro Toji really fallen this far? Oh…he really is getting old. “Whatever. I don’t a shi- damn.”
And the answer is yes, yes he has.
But then Kugisaki clasps her hands together and beams, “Then in the end you’ll be just like Jinu and Rumi from K-pop Demon Hunters!”
And beside himself, Toji cracks a little smile. “Yeah…yeah, maybe we will.”
“You’ll die in the end and she’ll become a demon!”
“…let’s just stick to Phase Two.”
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI’S (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHER—PHASE TWO: SWEET TREATS!
Status: Pending…
Why did he agree to this shit again?
Though it wasn’t exactly Valentine’s Day; Fushiguro Toji was lugging a cart ‘round the candy aisles of Maruetsu supermarket, followed by three children with sticky fingers that just kept on piling even more sweets into the hefty chocolate-filled cart. And more. And more. And more-
And though Toji agrees that there was never a wrong day for chocolate - he was just damn relieved that yesterday had been pay day. These brats didn’t even glance at the price before throwing chocolate bars and heart-shaped candies over the cart rim.
Right alongside a bunch of flour, butter, and whatever shit one needed to make cookies.
Because yes—Fushiguro Toji was apparently the type to make cookies now.
Itadori tosses a bunch of Daddy Tony’s Chocolonely into the cart. “We’re totally chocolate-mogging everyone in the store right now.”
Why did he agree to this shit again?
It’d been their idea.
Tokyo Jujutsu Elementary’s annual talent show was nearing. The decorations were being made. The kids were rehearsing after-school. And Toji didn’t care too much about such things—the only reason this had stuck in his mind was because you’d sent a message about it in the group chat. And he’d read that little sentence over and over again until he memorized it.
To raise funds for such an endeavour, the elementary was hosting a bake sale; where parents - should they choose to do so - could contribute their own baked goods and little treats and candies that could be sold. The year before, Toji had honestly just sent Megumi off with a bag of chips that Itadori had scoffed down in all of three seconds.
Though, in his defense, it wasn’t mandatory and he didn’t know what the fuck a bake sale was supposed to be.
Phase Two of the plan seemingly consisted of emptying out Toji’s pockets- the three of them had insisted that this bake sale was the perfect opportunity for Toji to make his move on you.
It was simple, really—bake cookies for the sale, sell them there, and when it came to you- woo you with a special heart-shaped cookie and ask you out. Simple!
Was it obvious that this plan had been concocted by a bunch of nine-year-olds?
Toji sighs.
He glimpses Megumi wandering into the meat section and reaching for ¥50,000 Wagyu-
The next day, after burning the first few batches of cookies and setting fire to his kitchen only twice, Toji found himself crammed into a pretty pink-frilled booth at the official annual bake sale. Equally as pink apron cinched around his waist—and his t-shirt so tight that he catches a few single parents giving him appreciative looks.
Though he wasn’t paying attention to that.
He was keeping his eyes on you- making your way from booth-to-booth, laughing along with parents and trying out everything your students had to offer.
Toji lets out a long, lingering sigh.
He was never going to get over this damn crush—
Next to him, Megumi and his two best friends were the ones manning the counter and giving out cookies to paying customers. He hates to admit it, but business was booming.
“Hey…hey, if I pay you in chocolates would you sell this shit again for me?”
Megumi looks up at him blankly. “I want 60% equity and ¥5 for every unit sold.”
Toji drops a cookie he was holding over the counter—“M-maybe not…”
“Hey, there’s Ms. Teacher!” Itadori squeals.
And then…and then the most sweet, seraphic sound echoes in his ears- too close for it to be something he’d imagined, too removed from him to be anyone but you. You’re making the tall man freeze where he was leaned over the counter - and the hairs on the back of his neck rise…he’s pausing to listen for you before he knows it.
“Oh, let me get that for you.”
Toji hadn’t noticed you walk over. Toji hadn’t noticed you bending down to pick up the cookie he’d dropped. “O-oh, no you don’t need to—” Not before you’re straightening up and holding it out to him with a beautiful smile.
“It’s no problem.” You chirp.
Mutely, he takes the crumbling cookie from you.
He wanted that cookie badly.
“So…I see business is booming.” You nod down at the three little ones manning the counter, “Good job, sweethearts. How are you today?”
“Good.” Both Megumi and Kugisaki echo.
“My grandma got hit by a bazooka!” Itadori beams.
Your smile falters, though Toji’s impressed at how quickly you recover. “Well…that’s certainly a time, isn’t it, Yuji? And how are you, Fushiguro-san?”
“O-oh, me—?” His faze sizzles at being called out so suddenly. And the older man hurries to scratch behind his neck—did his biceps look good in this apron? “Ah…chill.”
“Chill, hm?” You smirk. Eyeing him, “I dunno- I’d say it’s a rather hot day today.”
Features scrunching up, Toji leans his head out and looks at the sky. “Is it? Those damn weathermen always lie.”
Megumi smacks his forehead.
“No, I just meant…” You’re flitting your gaze at the paper-thin fabric of his t-shirt, wrapped around his chiselled limbs so perfectly. Gift-wrapped. And then you’re shaking your head, instead turning to the rows of cookies put on display. “Anyways- any recommendations you guys have for me?”
Toji furrows his brows at the abrupt change in conversation. Beside him, reaching just past his knee, Kugisaki kicks him in the shin and hisses- “The cookie! The cooooookie! Make a move, male lead!”
“Oh. Oh.” Toji startles. Bending down and whispering back, “Now?”
“Yes, now!”
“But-”
“Go.”
“Wait—”
“Go!”
Finally, he holds one calloused palm out at you. Bandaged and slightly aching from baking all day yesterday. “Stay here, we made something special for you.”
“Oh?”
Toji shuffles around in the box of cookies that they’d brought with them; packaged away and separated from the rest was one particular cookie—your favorite flavor, which he’d probed out of the kids. Specifically made in the shape of a heart.
His hands shake a little bit as he turns to you with it.
Scarred lips parting, “This is…”
“For me?” You cock your head with a sweet smile.
He nods. “Free of charge.”
“That’s too sweet, I couldn’t possibly-”
“Please—” Toji interrupts, fingers weak - barely holding onto the crinkled package - as he holds it out to you. “I insist. For taking care of my son.”
Something changes in your expression, and your fingers twitch closer to his.
The trio watches open-mouthed as your hands close the gap in mid-air before—
“Oooooooo, cookie! Fanum tax!”
Before one Todo Aoi leans over the counter and snatches the cookie fast- before everyone could even blink, all of Toji’s emotions, hopes, pursuits, and dreams find themselves stuffed down the crumb-coated maw of the little boy. Chomped to bits.
Everyone looks at him in stunned silence.
He polishes off the cookie in three bites.
“What?” Todo asks as the silence stretches even longer- and he notices the stares around him. “Needs a little more salt…”
Toji feels like keeling over. “I am going to-”
“Here, Ms.” Megumi picks up one of those cute, floral-decorated cookie packets on the counter and pushes it into your hands. “Free of charge.”
“Thank you. I…” You look at Toji as though you’re about to say something more—but then a call of your name from across the school field catches your attention. Another teacher was waving you over for something- and with an apologetic smile, you’re bowing your way out of there.
Itadori whistles, “Wow, Mr. Fushiguro’s dad. Maybe if you hadn’t waited around bein’ a scaredy-cat then Ms. Teacher might’ve gotten the cookies before Todo.”
Immediately Kugisaki gets down from the counter- grabs her rubber hammer, and slams it down on Todo’s head.
Then before Toji can feel a rush of pride, she grabs two cookie packets and beckons him to crouch down to her height.
Once he does, she presses both packets to his cheeks and asks seriously. “And what are you?”
“A fuckin’ idiot cookie.”
A small gasp.
From the other side of the counter, he hears furious scribbling as someone jots that particular word down—he doesn’t need to look to know that it’s that Inumaki Toge again. Nooooo—! It’d slipped out accidentally, he promises. Also on the other side of the counter was Todo Aoi who was now eyeing the other cookies enviously- Megumi frowns and starts pulling them away from him.
Itadori turns to Toji and shakes his head as though he’d been the adult in this situation. “It’s a shame, though. Phase Two has also failed - take the L, Mr. Fushiguro’s dad.”
“L.” Kugisaki echoes.
“L.” Todo.
“L.” Somehow Toge.
Megumi nods. “Loser.”
And somehow that hurt the most—
He groans.
Todo huffs. “Can’t believe you just got framemogged by the TJE class monitor, old man.”
Toji whirls around with a glower. “Mugged? I’ve never gotten mugged by anybody-”
“But since you’re all just begging me—” Todo turns to the bemused others with his arms crossed importantly. “-I’ll teach you the true art of rizzing.”
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI’S (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHER—PHASE THREE: A DATE.
Status: -84834832849 aura.
A date.
Not one he’d asked you out on, of course.
Spring had neared like a reawakening of the Earth; the breeze was warm. The Sun cascaded softly. The birds were twittering. And Fushiguro Toji was losing it—he had already had enough of making a fucking fool out of himself in front of you.
And now he was about to do it all over again.
Megumi’s elementary school was hosting a picnic with the kids in Ueno Park, in honor of the cherry blossoms beginning to open up.
Parents were invited too, of course.
And it was inevitable that you’d be there.
Now with that kid Todo - a student a year older than the trio, it seems he’d found himself attached to Itadori though Toji has no idea how that friendship started - onboard for the scheme, Toji was finding himself pulled around like a marionette. This ridiculous scheme to kinda-sorta try and make you fall in love with him…
That he was going along with.
So for the outing, the four had emphasized that Toji wasn’t to come unless he was looking his absolute best. They’d told him to burn that usual black t-shirt of his - no matter how many times he tried to insist that he had a wardrobe full of identical ones. He wanted Megumi to vouch for him, but the boy had lied.
That traitor.
Thus on the Saturday morning it’d been planned; Toji spent a good few hours in front of the mirror.
Tugging back the sleeves on his white cotton sweater- he’d been told that people appreciate forearms more this way. Dousing himself in perfume. Putting on one of those face creams Kugisaki had recommended after asking her guardian. Attempting to tame his shaggy, black bangs. He made sure his biceps were looking good that day—and stuffed Megumi into his matching sweater as well n’ rushed off to Ueno Park.
He thought he looked pretty good, honestly.
Todo eyes him warily once he arrives, “…That’s the best you’ve got?”
“The hell’s wrong with it?”
“It’s just…not sigma-”
“Shut-”
A few parents turn to look at him.
“He started it—he—”
After certainly no small amount of bickering (and much apologizing from the woman that seemed to be Todo’s guardian), they managed to make it to the picnic area. Where a row of multi-colored checkered blankets were laid out across the green grass like some form of a quilt—Megumi wastes no time before waddling over to where Itadori and Kugisaki were seated with their families.
And before long, the three kids were tugging several blankets closer together and creating a larger one.
As Toji sighs and stalks over to them—he’s suddenly stopped by Todo Aoi. Evidently having broken free from his guardian for far, far greater purposes; he holds his hand up and makes Toji freeze. “You have much to learn, don’t you, old man?”
“Haaah?” He balks down at the boy.
“True rizzlers don’t sit around playing teatime with kids—” He throws his arm behind at the other three, “-and my beloved brother, Yuji—” They were related?! “True rizzlers have to be tall and nonchalant even if they’re short and chalant.”
Toji eyes him warily. “…Okay? And what am I supposed to do?”
“Talk. To. Her.”
“How—”
“Go there-” Todo stabs a finger in your direction. But Toji didn’t need it to know where to look.
He sweeps his eyes across the cherry blossom gardens- and his eyes seem to find you as they always do. Even in a garden of the world’s brightest and rarest flowers, you would be the most beautiful.
“Brother eugh, you’re getting that sappy look on your face again- nonchalant. You have to be nonchalant!” Todo exclaims.
You were wearing a summer dress that fluttered around you in the soft breeze- and before he knows it, the little boy was pushing him towards where you were standing.
“W-wait—”
“Oh, has Phase Three started already?” Soon enough, Itadori’s voice is piping up right beside him. And he’s pushing Toji, too.
Then comes Kugisaki. “Ooooo they always have a cherry blossom episode! I love those.”
The dark-haired man looks to his son for help, and he pretends not to meet his eye.
Dammit.
“Fine—fine.” An unstoppable force meets an immovable object. Toji’s pushing back against their persisting guidance, and they just won’t have it. You’re going to notice him being made a fool again. “I’ll talk to her. Don’t rush me—I said don’t-”
“Why is it that every time there’s trouble, it’s got something to do with the five of you?”
Too late.
With your hands on your hips, you’re walking over with a playful smile.
Though there was nothing playful about the way his heart thunders-
High-pitched giggles emanate from behind him, and he doesn’t have the time to compute before all three sets of small hands - and Megumi’s mildly disappointed stare - vanishes. The kids are running off, leaving the two of you alone, once you’ve properly walked up to them—leaving Fushiguro Toji to fend for himself and also…collapsing to the ground. Because of the lack of force from behind now, his ass hits the soft grass and you’re trying not to laugh from above.
Pretty hand reaching out, “Everything alright, Fushiguro-san?”
“Toji.” He somehow manages to blurt out, taking your hand and getting to his feet. “Call me Toji.”
“Of course.” And then you’re sharing your own first name. He repeats it like a spring breeze.
Then, like the fool he is, Toji stands around admirin’ you—long enough that the silence stretches a little awkwardly, and you’re starting to shuffle on your feet. He hears a chorus of small groans from somewhere behind him, and quickly amends- “Uhhh, do you like walks down cherry blossom paths?”
You’re raising a brow in faint amusement, “Yes?”
“Have you walked down cherry blossom paths?”
“Not this year.”
“Will you walk down cherry blossom paths?”
“Fushiguro Toji, are you asking me to walk together?” You bump his shoulder with yours, then loop a hand around arm - he felt like arm candy, but don’t save him—Toji was exactly where he wanted to be - and start walking between pink-shedding trees. “You should’ve just said so. Should we have invited Megumi as well?”
“Who’s Megumi?”
Your startled laugh echoes—and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.
The two of you loop around the pathway and then back again in companionable silence; though questions and confessions constantly bubbled up to Toji’s throat. Are you having fun? Is his body too warm? Can you hear his heart beating? Do you like the cherry blossoms? Do you know you’re far more beautiful than them?
Why do you glance at him with that knowing smile?
What secrets do you hide?
Before he knows it, the two of you have reached the spot where you met once more. And four eager children wait for something to happen- for something to be said.
Toji knows he might not get another opportunity—so as soon as the cherry blossoms are tapering out to more of the green grass, he’s turning to you and stammering. “I-I have something to ask…”
“Yes?” You smile.
“And it might be strange-”
“Yes?”
“And weird-”
“Oh, yes?”
“And creepy- don’t be afraid to say no if it’s creepy.”
“Huh?”
“But…” He feels the question: would you wanna grab coffee sometime? claw at his throat. Toji knows you’re waiting, anticipating—and then a cherry blossom flutters down and lands on your crown—making you look far too angelic. “Would you…happen to know that Japan is turning footsteps into electricity.”
You balk. “Excuse me?”
Toji whispers to himself faintly. “U-using piezoelectric tiles…every step you take generates a small amount of energy. Millions of steps…together…”
“Okay, old man, let’s get you to bed.” Todo’s - Todo, of all people - is coming to his rescue. Ushering him away, whilst his son hopefully manages to cover for his father with a good excuse—
“I do not know that man.” Megumi tells you, then leaves.
You’re left shrugging. Ah…
As they’re walking back to their picnic area, Kugisaki murmurs. “This is the cherry blossom episode. Next is the episode where you get hit by a truck-” Toji really hopes it is. “Guess this’ll be that sort of unfinished love drama…”
“My uncle loves hitting people with trucks.” Itadori beams.
Megumi smacks his forehead once more-
Toji narrows his eyes. “You’re gonna give yourself a concussion if you keep doing that.”
The boy smacks his head even harder. “I hope so.”
Toji mutters to himself. “Fuckin’ me too.”
Behind him, he already knows that Inumaki is jotting this somewhere in some bushes.
As the picnic continues—more and more of Megumi’s friends join their combined blankets. Toji notices you fluttering about, too.
So caught up, in fact, that he doesn’t even notice four matchmaking masterminds roping in their schoolmate Yuta into a deep conversation.
Toji sneezes- someone must be talking about him.
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI’S (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHER—PHASE FOUR: THE MARRIAGE.
Status: Toji, you’re scaring the huzzzzz-
It seems that Fushiguro Toji was getting married.
Though not exactly of his own volition.
And to whom, exactly? Well, that would be none other than you—
The wedding shall be held in the idyllic venue of Tokyo Jujutsu Elementary’s sprawling playground; amongst the swings and pieces of chewed-up bubble gum stuck underneath slides. Music shall be provided by the choir team. Snacks are Goldfish crackers and nothing more—you won’t want to miss it.
Don’t bother to RSVP.
Invitations are open to no one, he’s bound to make a fool of himself.
Again.
Toji should’ve known that something was up the second Megumi told him to come for pick-up a little earlier than usual. Elementary classes ended their day with around fifteen minutes of playtime, before official pick-up commenced.
And though Toji didn’t mind coming in earlier - he usually staved his entrance off for the allocated time so Megumi didn’t have to play with his dear ol’ dad looming over his shoulder.
Something had to be wrong- maybe he was sick? And yet…Megumi was the type to never let out even a peep even if he was—he’d have to be dragged out of class and still try to convince Toji that he was feeling well enough to go back. He’d never leave hints like that.
Maybe he didn’t like playtime anymore? That certainly couldn’t be it- playtime always exhilarated Megumi, no matter how much his deadpan son attempted to hide it. He loved his friends. He loved the small rabbit pen that the school had. He especially loved the twin black-and-white wolf spring riders on the playground.
Or maybe…maybe he was getting bullied-
Toji shakes his head clear of that thought immediately.
He’d no sooner be bullied by his son than have his son be bullied-
In fact, before he’d met Itadori and Kugisaki- Megumi loved the playground for…very…different reasons. He’d pile his ‘opponents’ high like a small kid mountain.
Toji shudders.
So what could it be—?
That’s exactly the thought tumbling ‘round in his mind as he walks up to that multi-colored painted building. Instead of going up those steps, however, he’s rounding the corner towards the playground on the other side - where he could hear cheers, laughter, and shrieks. Those youngsters touched the air around them with happiness, and it made some part of Toji’s chest soar to think that his son was one of them.
That’s until he’s actually in-view of the playground and spotting you. Right in the middle of the chaos of elementary classes in playtime.
At the foot of the slides.
A bundle of weeds in your hands
A paper veil atop your head.
With that kid Yuta from the grade above Megumi’s stood solemnly beside you. An officiant.
It looked like…a wedding.
And the space in front of you was empty for your partner.
Ah.
He looks at Megumi who was avoiding his eyes- so this was the plan…
Fuck.
He must have made a noise of bafflement- because just then you’re turning and letting a smile splash across your face. You exclaim. “Ahhh—there’s my groom!”
Oh…oh, he might faint.
Toji feels numb to the small hands that tug on his arm- “C’mon, c’mon! You’re late, Mr. Fushiguro’s dad—!” And he’s being dragged all the way to the front of the slide, where his bride-to-be was awaiting him, it seems…“After this we need time for the divorce-”
“No, the divorce should happen like four episodes later.” Kugisaki rolls her eyes.
“There shall be no divorce.” The seven-year-old Yuta speaks above them - out of them all, he seemed to be taking his role the most seriously. And he beckons the happy couple closer to one another—fuck, Toji couldn’t even meet your eyes.
Standing in front of you, he stuffs his hands into his pocket and keeps his eyes trained on the ground- giving you a brief nod. “‘Sup?”
“On second thought, there may be a divorce.” Yuta solemnly declares.
“Hey-” Toji sends a glare at the black-haired little boy with the wide eyes, then crosses his beefy arms. “So are we gettin’ married or not? Chop chop.”
You shake your head fondly, “Don’t worry- we cut into rehearsal time for this, it seems.”
“Start the music…” Kugisaki whispers to Megumi…simply standing on the sidelines and sinking deeper into his bangs with every passing second. “The music—!”
Megumi lets out a sigh beyond his years, and clicks on the classroom speaker they must’ve brought from inside.
In mere seconds, Stateside by PinkPantheress with Zara Larsson starts flooding the playground. Kugisaki hums to herself with a smile- “PinkPantheress n’ Zara always makes things better.”
Soon enough Yuta’s reading out of a scribbled notebook in his hands, “We’re here today to um- something about marriage.” He looks between the two of you—“Hold hands, please. They always do that in the movies.”
The two of you share a look.
And then you do.
Your fingers are warm n’ perfectly fitted in his - he doesn’t have to think to curl his own fingertips around yours. It’s as if his hands were made for holding yours—the thought zips through his body and he wonders why the hell he was getting emotional as though this was a real wedding…
Yuta continues, “-ummm, something about love.” Toji almost jolts. “Something about caring. Something about taking care of each other when you’re not feeling too good- like my momma always does, heh. She makes this chicken soup that-”
“Get on with it—!” Kugisaki hisses.
“Wait- what sort of chicken soup?!” Itadori pleads.
“That’s my rizzler! Toji bro—!” Todo cries.
“Oh, yeah—” He looks back down at his useless notes. “And stay together forever and ever and ever for at least 67 years no matter how far apart you are, or how scared of your feelings.” Yuta looks at Toji pointedly- who did this kid think he was?! “Does the happy couple have any vows?”
And maybe this was it.
Maybe this was his moment.
Maybe this was…
Toji’s scarred lips open. “I-”
Suddenly the speaker playing music explodes—not literally, though for a moment there it did feel like it. The dance-pop song that’d been playing inexplicably heightens in volume until their ears rung- and Megumi hastens to turn it down.
Kugisaki smacks the speakers with her rubber hammer a few times before it stops. Then with nothing to play in the background, she elbows the pink-haired boy in his side—“Yuji, hit it!”
“Me?!” Itadori yelps, before noticing everyone’s gaze upon him. It’s slowly dawning upon Toji that this might not be the best place for a real confession when Itadori suddenly starts doing some confusing two-step. “You gotta go and I can’t…ehh, sorry. Uhhhh…Nepal. I just don’t want to say that-”
“Please.” Megumi drones. “Please stop.”
He stops.
Mutely, Kugisaki smacks the speaker once more and Stateside blares again.
Toji turns to the officiant- and shakes his head.
Yuta looks at you, “And what about you, Ms?”
“Oh—my vow is that you’re all getting extra homework if eeeeevery single one of you doesn’t dance to the reception tomorrow.” You look at each and everyone.
Small faces scrunched in glee.
Yuta hisses at Itadori. “Time for the rings—the rings!” And the pink-haired boy startles to hand them to him- just a single one plopped onto Toji’s open palm. It was one of those cheap ring pops; still slightly sticky and encrusted with flecks of strawberry candy from before. The actual candy part of it had been very-obviously eaten…
“Sorry.” Itadori still smiles. “I ate it.”
“And the…other ring?”
“I ate that, too.” He excitedly claims, “Plastic and all!”
“I…love whatever’s wrong with you.” Toji furrows his brows. “But also what.”
“Enough talk—exchange the rings then vow your undying love!” Kugisaki yells. “Then die!” She turns to some of the other kids looking at her strange- “What? I don’t mean it like that—the drama’s just better when they die. Where are you going- where are you-”
“Scary kid.” Toji comments. “But sweet. But scary.”
Megumi distances himself from everything.
Before long, Yuta’s announcing that they ‘exchange’ rings.
You mime putting one on him.
From the sidelines, Todo sobs into Itadori’s t-shirt—seriously, were they actually related or not?! “Marriagemaxxing already…I’m so p-proud of you my rizzler…my brother in rizz…my sidekick…”
He jerks. “Side—”
Yuta speaks. “And do you, Ms. Teacher—take this auraless man to be your husband?” He can already tell who came up with this officiant’s script- but before he can throw a glance at the trio and Todo, you’re nodding.
“I do.”
Toji feels his heart flutter. He grows warm.
And his fingers are just as tender and sweet as they slip that ring pop onto your left hand—“Then I announce you married- uh. Smooch?”
“Euuuuuuuugh! Gross-” Megumi wails.
If Toji thought that he’d been warm earlier—then he wasn’t prepared for right now. It feels as though his entire body was on fire from the inside; every vein, every cell, every single part of him that hummed with delight at the notion. That made him blush.
So embarrassingly, as though this was his first-ever crush.
Toji catches your eye- and you give him the briefest of nods.
And then he’s leaning in…he’s hearing your breath catch- and pressing his lips to the back of your hand - just the lightest of grazes, where the ring pop stood out - before pulling back just as quickly. Nothing indecent. Nothing that would give away anything to you—
That ring…
It tasted sweet on his lips.
The surrounding kids cheer- loudly. Now it seems that everyone in the playground had joined in on this little act—and that’s exactly what it was.
Just a little act.
Toji’s lips quiver with the beginnings of a sentence he’s been aching to say for so long-
And then the school bell rings denoting time for pick-up.
Around you, the kids run to their classrooms and their backpacks - excited to tell their parents about what they’d just done in the playground. And as the sea of small bodies moves and thrashes against the two of you…Toji just remains standing. Staring.
Something within him still unfinished and unsatisfied—
You’re keeping his gaze for a few more seconds, before finally dropping it and unscrewing the plastic ring from your finger. “I uh…sorry about that- and thank you for playing along.”
“Yeah…” He faintly says. “Yeah, no problem.”
You give him a tight-lipped smile. “And if you don’t mind, I should probably…”
You gesture to the parents that had started walking in now, and he jerkily nods. “Yeah- yeah, go do…that.”
“Yeah, I…” You’re then holding your hand out to him- nodding at him to keep his palm open. Then dropping the strawberry-scented ring pop into his hand. “Guess the divorce came a little sooner than expected, huh?”
“Two seconds, that’s a new record.”
Starting to walk back—you briefly wave. If he was a cockier man, he’d have called you nervous. “I’ll see you at the talent show, ex-husband.”
“Hopefully sooner, ex-wife.”
“Oh- yes, the upcoming parent-teacher meetings.”
“That…” Toji murmurs to himself. That too, he supposes.
And as he watches you leave…Kugisaki is the first to speak up. “Not even a date? Awww man, I hate slowburns.”
He gapes, “I uh…”
“No, he got scared of his feelings—” Itadori adds. Toji squirms. “Did you know my uncle says he doesn’t have feelings? My grandpa agrees.”
“Dad.” Megumi pulls on Toji’s t-shirt to get his attention.
“Yes, son?”
And so deadpan, so unexpected- “You fumbled just like Klay Thompson.”
Dammit, son.
Speedwalking to the school with them. “The fuck just happened?”
That one he mouths- he mouths. But Inumaki writes that one down fast-
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI’S (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHER—PHASE? CURRENTLY ON HOLD…
Reason: Parent-teacher meetings.
Status: Dire. Auraless. Megumi doesn’t claim him.
Will the plan have to be abandoned?!
“So.”
“So…” You’re twiddling your thumbs together on top of the desk, eyes trained on Toji whilst his own dart around the colorful classroom. “Megumi’s such a good kid- honestly there’s nothing more to say about him.”
Because today was the day of parent-teacher meetings; that half-an-hour where parents sit before you and leaf through crayon drawings and mathematics that made them cringe. Toji himself hadn’t been the biggest fan of them when Megumi was younger—why the fuck would kindergarteners need parent-teacher meetings?!
But now that his teacher was you…
At least it gave him something even more to look forward to.
So he sets his elbows on your desk and leans in—every meeting had been conducted sitting on opposite sides of your teachers’ desk. It was far too much proximity for his poor heart to take—but you sure as hell won’t hear him complaining.
Not a single peep.
He glides his roughened fingertips over the pages before him- Megumi was never the type to be cagey about his grades. And either way he did get everything above an 80%.
Toji tries not to let the tips of his lips twitch upwards into a smile—especially as he looked over one of the artworks that Megumi had done: a slightly-smudged drawing of three small figures, one with pink hair, another with a brown bob-cut, and then a portrait of himself.
And then two larger figures on either side of them
Toji and yourself.
The prompt had been Megumi’s family…
“You should be very proud, y’know.” Your gentle voice breaks through the quiet air in the classroom.
Toji had come slightly after the other parents, as organizing Megumi’s little sleepover at the Itadori household (with Kugisaki and Todo in tow) had been absolute chaos. Today they’d offered to take the children in because apparently Itadori had gotten some earthworm movies he’d wanted to share. And though Megumi didn’t seem particularly excited at the prospect of earthworms, he’d been begging for weeks to have this sleepover.
Now. The sunlight dipped beneath the horizon outside, casting the classroom into its warm embrace—like kindling fire. The light bounced off your features and touched his lips, too. Where things were perpetually encased in day and the hours were hot and lazy—like the leaping spark from a fireplace.
For the first time in a long time, Toji lets himself smile. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
You’re nodding with a smile- “He speaks about you a lot, did you know that?” Once Toji shakes his head, you’re continuing. “About how strong you are, about how you’re funny—” Your nose crinkles, “-but an awful cook.”
“Hey!” Toji squawks, indignified. “I try.”
“I know.” Something about that felt so knowing. “It really is a pleasure having Megumi in my class- he’s quiet but I think Yuji and Nobara are slowly bringing him out of his shell. He’s diligent. He’s quietly kind. He’s a sensitive kid, he notices things faster than most.”
“I’m sure he gets that from me.” He smirks.
You hum, staring at the blood-orange sky outside. There’s a long pause before you speak again—“And I think it’s sweet how he’s trying with his friends to set the two of us up.”
Toji’s jaw drops.
Actually drops.
For a moment he’s speechles—hell, he thinks he might be speechless till the end of time. Sure, he’d guessed that you must’ve noticed something being off…but he never thought you’d actually realize the two of you are being set up—!
You catch the look in his eyes- “Oh, c’mon. You didn’t think I wouldn’t notice, did you?”
“I uh…”
“The cookies. The wingmanning. The wedding. The plans-” Stifling a laugh. “Elementary schoolers aren’t very good at whispering, you know that?”
“Damn.” Toji fists his hands, softly thumping them against the table. “And here I thought a bunch of elementary schoolers could fix my love life…”
You hum—something coy in your tone. “Why don’t you fix it yourself?”
And Toji’s snapping his head up so fast that he thinks he might’ve caught whiplash-
“Would you…” He swallows. He starts off unsurely. “…maybe…like to get coffee sometime-”
“Yes.”
Barely waiting till the sentence flies off his tongue before you respond- it makes Toji wonder whether you’ve been waiting for this as long as he has.
Embarrassment shows in your slightly-frantic movements, as you start picking at the stationary on your desk and smoothing out your clothes. Nervous. It hits him. “I uh…you’re my last meeting of the day, actually. I’m free to grab some coffee now, if you want?”
He’s never agreed to anything faster in his life.
Less than twenty minutes later and the two of you have found yourselves in the cute new coffee shop down the road. The faintest memory of sugary goods still etched on your smiling lips, and your cups of drinks warming your hands—the two of you were sitting and talking at a window booth when the rain had started.
“Oh, shit…” You peer outside. “You were right.”
“Hm?” Toji takes a sip of his black coffee.
“The weathermen always lie.”
More than the panging warmth at the idea that you’d remembered a throwaway comment he’d said- was what you’d followed that sentence up with.
“Hey, I know this is out-of-the-blue, but…I don’t have an umbrella with me, and taxis are costly this time of evening.” You shift in your seat, avoiding his eyes for perhaps the first time since he’s met you—“My apartment’s close by if you’d wanna maybe grab an umbrella from there? You could even hang around until the rain subsides, if you want…”
This time, it’s his turn to reply embarrassingly fast. “Fuck yeah.”
And so you’d ran.
You’d ran hot on each other’s heels as though someone was chasing you—maybe fear, maybe your inhibitions, maybe the feeling that Fushiguro Toji wanted to kiss you so badly.
So bad.
You’re sploshin’ the five-minute walk it takes to reach your apartment- before you’re both darting inside and closing the door to the world. Just the two of you. On opposite sides of the narrow vestibule connecting the entrance to the living room. To your bedroom.
Toji presses himself against the cream-colored wall and breathes in. heavy.
This entire place carried your sweet, sweet scent—and it was driving him crazy.
In front of him, your hands seemed to absent-mindedly reach for the umbrella holder- blindly clasping around one polished handle. “I uh…”
“You-”
You’re both attempting to speak at the same time—then abruptly stop when the other speaks. You gesture for him to continue, and he does the same for you-
“I just meant- here’s your umbrella.”
“Thanks.” Like a zombie, he’s reaching out and clasping it.
This was it—this was really it.
He was about to leave.
He was about to wake up from this dream.
Before Toji’s letting the umbrella drop to the floor- and you’re both crashing into one another. It’s built and built—and the coil of tension had tightened and tightened before finally snapping—!
Lips against lips.
Tongues against teeth.
His lips sliding against yours and positively ravishing you—one of his large hands finds purchase on the back of your head. His warm touch. Toji feels the pretty pulse on your neck quicken as he tips your head back and delves his tongue even deeper - memorizing the taste of you to every crevice in his brain.
Your essence…he wants it imbued into him.
Absolutely starving.
He just couldn’t get enough of you.
He just couldn’t get enough of you.
The two of you are making out sloppily- and the sounds of lips lifting from lips permeates your entire apartment. Punctuated occasionally by the hollow grunts that Toji himself was letting off.
Your cunt twitches between your legs - and you’re pressing yourself into Toji even further. Pushing against his toned body. Rolling your hips against the raging, hot erection that’d found itself home in his pants. Just the sheer size of it- the thickness, the way it throbbed against you was enough to make you let out a soft, simpering nose.
One that he’s gladly swallowing up whole—greedily, even. Because that’s exactly what he was.
A fucking greedy man for everything that’s to do with you.
And he’s waited for far too long.
In no time, you’re taking him by his larger hand and pulling him to your bedroom. Leaving the umbrella and your reservations behind.
Toji lets out a hallowed groan as he’s being pushed back into the bed- the backs of his knees hitting the mahogany bed frame. Your hands flying to the ties of his trousers. Your own knees striking the floor—
“Easy there…” Toji brushes one hand down the side of your face- reaching back into your scalp and tightening. “Don’t want my girl to get hurt.”
“Your girl?” You grin. “You haven’t even asked me out on a proper date yet.”
“And you should be buyin’ me dinner before this. Lecher.”
You’re huffing as you’re able to tear that wretched fabric off his muscular legs- finally. And your jaw…drops…
He was so…
Fucking big.
From the moment his achin’ cock’s freed, Toji springs out and seems to pulse even thicker—the start of his base reminding you of one of those soda cans. Toji reaches down to wrap his other hand ‘round it, his palm covering some of the dark curls decorating his pelvis, and he seems to look even bigger when framed like this.
Rock-hard. Covered in numerous veins.
They were dappled all across his inches and throb-throb-throbbing- so ravenously hard that Toji’s length twitched the moment he’s feelin’ the cold bedroom air.
And not only was he big, but that curve of his shaft was delicious.
It made you wonder what it’d feel like to have him curve up inside…
Upwards tilted. That crown of his craning up at the ceiling. The pointed end of his cock ended off with his blushin’ mushroom tip- so fat n’ already soaked in his wads of sopping precum. The color of it was the prettiest tannish pink you’ve ever seen in your entire life—and so you really couldn’t help but lean down and press a chaste peck-
The taste of his salted-caramel pre takes over your tastebuds immediately.
“O-oh…” Toji’s head throws backwards with a gravelly groan. “Don’t go teasing me now, doll.”
“You’re the one that’s been teasing me this entire time.” You counter. Though you’re loosenin’ your jaw and taking him in even further. Inch by solid fucking inch.
It’s hard to stuff Toji’s cock all down your throat like you so-badly wanted- he was big. N’ those zig-zagging veins down his length made you want to linger…massaging the roof of your mouth with a few semi-gulps that rub his inches on top. Again and again.
You’re shuttering your eyes and moaning deep into his shaft at the carnal scratch he somehow seemed to soothe.
“Ah ah—” You’re hearing him before you’re feeling him- suddenly, two thick fingertips are pinching your poor nostrils together. Eyelids flapping open to stare up at him.
Toji has the most cocky smile across his beautiful scarred lips as he peers down at you. “Now what’s this about refusin’ to take me anymore?” He asks you, punctuating the that of his sentence with a thorough nudge of his bulbous tip down your throat. “You don’t wanna take me any further, doll? Or you…”
And another.
Though, this time, it wasn’t a nudge at all.
And Toji’s massive length is pushing apart the wet walls of your throat- and mazing his throbbing cock inside. The noises you’re letting out when you slurp him up are so pretty—
And the older man uses his second hand to wipe a stray tear off your cheeks, “-can’t?”
“Mmm–mmmfg.” Choking down both your needy sobs n’ your breaths. You’re clawing at his thicks- so thick and toned.
“What? Whaaaat?” He pinches your nose even harder. “Wha’s the matter, teach?”
“You-” Barely able to mangle out some semblance of coherent syllables - you’re going cross-eyed trying to both take him in deeper, and look at the fingers blocking off your airway. “Mmm- ngh.” Whatever mess of a sentence that was meant to be, it’s coming out embarrassingly jumbled.
Embarrassingly so.
And tears are just starting to stream down your cheeks- your cunt’s getting even wetter at his actions and pushing against his toned calf- once he finally lets go. Finally.
With a loud pwah! you’re removin’ your swollen lips off of his cock. Feeling for your poor nose that’s startin’ to sting—“So mean, Toji. I should’ve bit that dick off.” You joke.
He looks at you with a leer, “We both know that out of the two of us, you’d be the most disappointed with that.” And it was true- it really was true. But Toji takes it a step further by lazily reaching his calf over and pushing it against your cunt. Dripping wet even through those panties of yours- your pretty dress was hiked up n’ already exposing that sweet puddle that’d formed in the middle of your underwear.
His mouth waters at the sight.
“See what I mean?” Then Toji straightens up and pats the top of his manspread thighs. An invitation.
“But, I haven’t even…”
“S’okay.” He nods at you reassuringly. You didn’t have to worry about any of that needing to please shit with him- he’d be the one driving you wild tonight. “I have something even- heh, sweeter in mind.”
And hopefully every night after that.
In a mere few moments, you’re settling yourself on Toji’s lap. And then he’s attacking your mouth in a mind-numbing kiss, tongue swipin’ between your lips before ultimately sucking on those tastebuds of yours. Sucking. Like candy.
He then maneuvers the two of you to then drape you across the sheets; slightly sodden with lust and perspiration. The blankets stick against your clammy skin as Toji presses your hips down on the mattress- “Down, girl.” His fingertips dig into the side of your waist.
“What’s that about not teasing?” You pant.
With a low chuckle, Toji presses a peck on the left side of your hips—then creeps himself down until his handsome features were huffin’ and puffin’ against your sodden cunt. His own hot breath seemed to reach out to you—curling, cloooouding, it seemed to stroke down that watery slit of yours. “Fushiguro Toji never teases.”
“You’re teasing right-”
“M’just waiting for the perfect moment.” And there’s not a second wasted- before Toji lurches himself nose-deep between your legs and gives your dripping pussy a good lick!
“O-oh…” Your mouth waters at the brazen touch- body jolting just a little. Though if you thought that Toji would let you so much as squirm whilst he’s locked between those thighs of yours, then you’d be sorely mistaken. His fingers dip down the expanse of your legs and clutches you close against his ravenous maw—“Aren’t you going to take off my panties, Toji?”
“Don’t be vulgar, doll.” He mutters- just to tease you. “M’gonna eat you through your panties, of course.”
And it’s the only warning you’re getting.
Before Toji latches his puckered lips to your cunt- properly, this time. And his loooooong tongue was lavishin’ across every inch of your pussy he can reach. Through your panties—Toji gapes his mouth open and laps like a fuckin’ animal at the leaking slit your underwear was stick to, your swollen folds, your utterly needy button.
“Mmmmpf-” Toji’s prominent nose pushes apart your pussylips, and he’s feelin’ for that puckered, pretty nub. Already throbbing like you’ve been so impatient for him this entire time.
He presses himself closely against your clit for a few seconds—throb-throb-throb!
Like a ticking time bomb. He’s driving himself absolutely wild; before snakin’ your panties to the side and thrashing his tongue against your raw cunt. Slurping. Sucking. Everything and anything of you he could find - he’s pushing himself so nose-deep into your pussy that he damn-near can’t breathe—and eating you out like an animal. “Mmmm, don’t you move a s-single inch now.” Toji tightens his hold on your quivering legs. “I haven’t even started yet.”
“Started what…?” You babble out - your hips were yearning to push off the creaking mattress.
Though all it took was a fraction of his strength to pin you back down, roverin’ his tongue on the slick-glued insides of your folds. Rooooound and round in circles that left your mind dizzy. “Heh- what else d’you think?” Toji answers. “M’teaching this pussy how to take Fushiguro Toji, that mouth of yours barely could.”
“Rude.”
Before you could pipe up anything more witty, he’s spankin’ four fingertips down on your glistening pussy. “S’not rude if it’s true.”
“I’m the teacher here, though.”
“Then maybe I’m the principal.” He leers- swabbing the fat edge of his tongue into your hole. “Gonna grade you and everything…”
“That’s fuckin’ corny—”
“Made your pussy weep, though.”
And just in good time, too- because almost immediately he’s letting that first inch of his tongue fuck inside your cunt. Just the first inch. But it was already enough to make your toes curl n’ your back arch—Toji’s wet muscle was just so thiiiiiiick.
He’s pluggin’ up your orifices with a mere few thrusts - the ridged texture of his tastebuds kneading your tight walls. Shovelling you open. Shovelling himself deeper inside. The flickerin’ tip of his tongue laps against some of your most tender areas n’ then pushes up into the sensitive roof of your cunt-
“Sh-shiiiiit—” You’re keening out in the prettiest trill he’s ever heard. Toji has the audacity to let out a wet giggle at your dripping core - clenching ‘round him.
His ears burn at the musical note- and before long, your folds are burning at the searing smack! that he’s planting on top of your cunt. Your head drops down to stare at him in shock.
“That’s a C- for handling yourself.” He echoes. Two more spanks follow—before Toji nuzzles your gummy pussy n’ laps his tongue across your clit. “But an A for pretty moans.”
“I th-think that grading syllabus is a little- ngh! skewed, don’t you think?”
Yet another spank.
“Not at all.”
He was merciless. Ruthless.
Absolutely impounding you with those slashing, scouring strokes of his - Toji’s thrusts manage to reach so much deeper than you’d have ever guessed. And when he felt that his tongue was stuffed inside your pretty pussy far ‘nough, he’s flaring those edges outwards and scraping his tastebuds down the sides of your walls. Stimulating your snug channel sooooo fuckin’ good—
“S’that so?” Toji flutters his long, dark lashes up at you. It takes a second for you to register that you might just have said that last thought out loud.
Though you’re merely steeling your expression and nodding-
He’s plasterin’ his fingertips against your puckered pussy with a chuckle. “Cute. But flattery’s gonna get you nowhere- with all this damn squirming you’re doing, your C’s dropping down to a- haaaah, D.”
Your eyes pop open. “B-but…”
“And just think-” Toji continues without a single speck of mercy for you. His tongue’s tunneling and thrusting- faster than your frenzied mind can keep up with. “-that if you’re reacting like this to just my long tongue…” Thrust after thrust after thrust—the curvaceous inches of his tongue don’t leave a single bundle of nerve unprobed. Zig-zagging and swabbing wildly - your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. “-yer gonna fucking run away when it comes to my cock, doll.”
“Oh—” You’re tumbling your hips constantly up to him. Attempting to heighten the friction. “Promise I won’t. Promise-”
“And now look at you.” And after all he’s taught you…Toji grasps his left hand underneath your arching body. Grabbing a nice handful of your ass cheeks- it makes him smile to watch your mouth drop in shock at the lecherous action. “Dropped down to a D-.”
A fucking minus.
That earns you several more wet spanks. And then a fucking pinch—right on your clit.
And Toji merely trundles, “Where the fuck does this pretty pussy think she’s going?”
Crashing his lips into…yours. Quiverin’ your weakened limbs around the back of his neck-
Your ankles are weakly latching themselves there- slightly glissading down his glossy strands. It messes up his hair just a little, and Toji’s soon finding himself smirking against those pussylips.
“Tch…fine, you get a B for neediness.”
Only a B?!
But perhaps it was better that you’d kept your mouth shut - mostly because you couldn’t speak over the primal moans that kept escaping your throat - because then Toji’s sinking his canines ‘round your clit and swervin’ his face aaaaaaall around your pussy. Every corner and inch.
He’s fucking coating his features in a layer of your shimmering slick.
Like a damn medallion.
It clings to him in long, ropey excess.
“O-oh my god—” And then your trilling vocals break the very second that he’s intruding your hole once more- this time, with his fingers…
You weave your own hands into Toji’s sweat-dampened hair and hold on for dear life.
“Hmmm, a little possessive, huh? M’bumping that neediness to a- hah, A+...heh.” As a reward, you’re getting his textured lips encasing your sopping clit—just so desperate and damn-near flinching with how hard you were pulsing between your legs. Needing. Needing.
Your breath comes out in stuttered bursts, and it takes everything in you to echo. “A-and what do I have to reach to- mm, get your cock, Toji?”
“I dunno, aren’t you the one with a t-teaching degree?” He’s babbling- before that haziness in his eyes clear up once he realizes what he’s just said. “No, wait—I’m pretending to be…I’m the one gradin’ now…”
Toji looks down at your pussy as though offended. A spank wasn’t enough, he’s properly spitting.
“This pussy’s made me pussydrunk, heeeeh?” He scoffs n’ edges in to suckle on your clit—all while his two bulky fingers were scissoring between your pussylips. “An A+ for that…”
Pussydrunk.
Though you’re not doing too well yourself.
You’re just sizzling from the very insides - even your very vessels seemed to be vibrating with that carnal sort of needy for him. And as Toji’s slashing strikes with his fingers accelerate, so does that kindling pit of pleasure in your stomach. “I th-think m’close, Toji…”
“Close?” Toji’s breath hitches. “Close? And we haven’t even finished the grading yet—buck up, doll, because m’not holding back anymore.”
“Th-that was you holding back?!”
Evidently so.
And you can surely attest to that—in mere moments, he’s adding in a third finger with a lecherous slurp! of his honed inches bein’ all sucked in. Down every single joint. Down to his damn knuckles; you’re feeling those mountainous ridges push up against your sensitive pussy, and Toji’s three fingers were rovering and reeeeeaching every single spot inside.
Claiming them as his.
Toji laps up a silken line of slick that’d dripped from your cunt and down his wrist—you were claiming him as yours, too…“Got a second to hear your grades, doll?” Whilst the desperate pleads start to bubble at your throat- “Won’t be given’ you this cock until you do…”
“Then tell them to me—” You shriek. Haaaauling at the thick tufts of his scalp, “Fucking tell them, Toji.”
“Well, manners fuckin’ F.” Toji huffs- but he couldn’t fool you. Ohhh, the expression on his face was pure ecstasy as you guided his lapping face around your cunt. “But manners for this pussy…hmmmm…B.”
“Only a fucking B-”
“Roughness: used to be C- but oh, m’thinking it’s now an A.” He comments - the more and more frustrated you become, the more your carnal urges surface. Your grip is searing on his scalp. Your legs are locking around his neck. “Doesn’t mean you can go easier on me now, teach.”
“Fuh-fuuuuck, Toji—”
“Wetness: A+ of course.” Rolling his eyes as if that should be obvious, “Sweetness: A++.”
“Fuck-”
“That mouth of yours? D.”
“Fuck you.”
“M’trying to. And hmmmm, about the way she clenches…” He ponders- before then directly diverting his round, rotund fingertips to the spot just a few inches into your channel. He’s already mapped your smallest ridges n’ crevices out by all of these thrusts- and you’re feeling pure white-hot pleasure run down your spine as Toji then rams his dexterous fingers into your fucking g-spot. “That’s an A+++”
Because of course, you’re keeping him hostage.
Of course, you’re squeezing your velvety walls around him until his joints were turning white—and Toji’s fingers were havin’ a tough time moving back and forth stuffed between those clingy walls of yours.
And yet…he’s scissoring apart your needy grip and rammin’ into your deepest, most sensitive depths.
Again and again and again- “Yeah…this pussy’s definitely gonna take me now. Isn’t that right, teach?” But the only thing your fried head can urge you into doing is nodding. “Tha’s what I thought. Dumbification: A.” Toji cocks his head. “Don’tcha think I’m being too nice with these grades?”
Shaking your head fervently- through sobs.
“Mmmm…well, I think I am.” His canines teasingly grip your clit and draaaaag that swollen nub out. “S’alright doll. After this, you can grade my cock when s’time…”
He smirks - still keeping that firm attachment onto your most sensitive place - and you can feel it. You can feel it—
“And you can be as fuh-fuckin’ ruthless as you want.” Toji’s long fingers then curl inside your cunt for a final time before…“Because I know m’gonna be fucking my girl right.”
Before you’re shattering.
Breaking into your high—it first starts with an explosion of pleasure between your legs- before teleporting right up to your fuzzy head. Your thighs were quaking. Your pulse was thundering so loud you could hear it with your own ears- and it felt as though those torrential waves of bliss were just taking you over.
“Oh—oh, fuck.” Clawing your hands through Toji’s hair. The only anchor you had was this- and the tunneling digits that were fingering you to ecstasy- he was hitting at every peak. He was elongating your orgasm more than you ever thought possible. “Fuck, fuck, fuck- fuuuuuck, Toji.”
“Tha’s right- say my name.” He grunts. Such lecherous slurps! echoing from between those legs of yours as he sucked n’ sucked on your clit simultaneously. “Say my name- say my name. Who’s making you feel this good?”
“Toji.” You hiccup. “Y-you, Toji.”
A sudden spank! resounds across all four corners of the room.
Your high crescendos even further than your limits- or at least what you’d assumed them to be.
“I was lookin’ for sir, but that works, too…” Your jaw drops at the boldness of this man.
“Sir? D-don’t think that you’re getting off easy when I- ngh, when I finally ride you stupid.” As the last few pangs of your orgasm shimmer through your body, you’re managing to gather your thoughts better than before. “What do you think you’d get anyway?”
Toji pulls off your oversensitive pussy with a loud plap! “A’s across the board.”
“Oh, don’t be so humble.”
With that said- you’re reaching out and grabbing Toji by the collar. He gets dragged upwards—the bed dips as the larger man cages you in with his strong forearms. He leers, “I think you pass, don’t you?” You could see that somewhere during makin’ out with your pussy, Toji had tugged down his pants- likely to jerk himself off as he did so.
And his long cock stood aching and rock-hard between his legs.
That round, reddened tip of his seemed to wink up at you as he dribbled out a single bead of precum. Aaaaall the way from the edge of his cockhead, and aaaaaall the way down to his bushy black curls at the base.
Your mouth waters.
Hands on his body- his fingers tearing through your own fabric. Soon enough you’re naked beneath him—and he’s just as devastatingly bare. Perfectly-aligned abs. Chiselled pecs. Fushiguro Toji had a body that made him look as though he was hand-carved by Hercules himself- it was just so sensual the way his ladder-like core pushed down against yours.
And it’s so difficult to keep a stern face facing him when those bulky biceps of his were flexing—right next to your face.
But somehow you manage- you were a professional after all, weren’t you?
“I’m serious about what I said on riding you stupid.” You’re murmuring up at him, “Flip over.”
He smirks, “And if I don’t?”
Within split-seconds, you’re grabbing a fistful of his hair and watch as his cock twitches at the rough manhandling—at the way you’re turning the two of you over and straddlin’ his hips. Toji bucks with a groan underneath you, but you’re quicker than that- and you’re clasping a hand around his gulping throat. Sweaty and scorching to the touch .
“Ah ah-” You tut. “You already had your fun. Now it’s time for mine…”
“Aye aye, teach.”
“Quiet coyote.”
Toji mimes zipping his lips shut—but there’s openin’ back up again almost instantly once he feels your sultry hips swivelling down his cock. You duck a hand underneath yourself to grab his throbbing hilt- and before long, his wet tip’s smushing apart your pussylips. He’s intruding that hole of yours and bucking up into where you needed him the most.
He shovels in a few more inches with an echoing sluuuurp! of your pussy viciously gulping him up.
“What did I…oh.” Beside yourself, your head’s throwing backwards at the sheer pressure he was creating inside. “What did I say about staying still?”
“Actually…you didn’t say anything about that.” That grin of his was infuriatingly handsome. “Still, mmm, cockdrunk?”
“You wish…” Though that wasn’t an outright denial.
It was true that your mind was coiled with fog after your last orgasm; the dopamine still coursing through your body. And the way that Toji’s thickened, textured length was pushing your walls aside wasn’t helping—it was making you feel sensations so raw and carnal- that saliva’s dripping down one side of your mouth after a mere few semi-thrusts.
Just the bulging edge of Toji’s tip scourin’ your channel inwards.
“Awww, don’t tell me I was right?” He asks you- and it registers as mere distant words. Toji reaches out his right hand and wipes away that splatter of spit - before bringing it up to his own mouth and sucking. What an animal. “Can’t grade ol’ Toji’s cock? Or is it- heh, so good that I’m breaking all the scales?”
“You fucking-”
“Yeah yeah, wish- right?” He scoffs meanly. But honestly…he might be teasing you but he was completely infatuated with the idea of your smart mouth babbling for him like this.
The way you were twitchin’ with every light graze of his flared tip.
Your insides were getting used to him, and Toji was only stuffing himself even deeper. “Right…” Though of course- Toji himself wasn’t doing all too hot. Just a single one of your adhesive-like clenches and he can’t help but buck—
“Easy, eeeeasy- you can take me, my girl.” He grits his teeth. He blinks back the tears in his eyes. He’s guiding your impatient hips n’ grinding your cunt dooooown onto his pelvis. “Fuck- fuck, and how d’you grade the stretch?”
Your eyes pop open. “The stretch?”
“Mhm- the streeeeetch—yeah?” Toji’s chest rumbles in delight as he watches your every microexpression and reaction. Even the smallest curlings of your toes. “Such a big stretch feels good, yeah?”
“Mhm- I rate it a…” Your jaw hangs open- as though to purposefully influence your grading, he’s shovelling his length a few more times. Faster. “B.”
And that…what the fuck?!
“A fucking what?” That makes Toji’s maw gape, and his handsome face twist into something of bewilderment. You look at him and you honestly let out a little chuckle - but that seems to only spur his driving hips even further. “Oh noooo, doll. You’re joking.”
“I said what I said.” Biting back. “It’s a B because…” Throwing your head back and arching—you’re gaining more movement in your hips and letting him push inside. “-you’re just not- fuck. Bottoming. Out. Fucking do it already—!”
His feet plant ever-so-slightly on the ricketing mattress- and that means you were feeling the plushness of his muscular thighs against your back. Those tendons and rippling strength. There’s honestly nothing more for you to do but gnaw down on your trembling lower lip in the hopes that those embarrassing noises won’t escape-
Because Toji then glues his hands upon either side of your hips and slams your cunt down onto him.
It’s such incredible friction. It’s so many of his winding veins- pushin’ apart your walls and scouring you all over—
You’re arching your back into him and gasping- “A…”
“A what?”
“A for your veins.” And that honestly manages to catch him off-guard and make him let out an exhilarated bout of laughter. Being in your presence was like four shots of espresso—fucking you was four shots of vodka. Straight. He’s dizzy and he’s clamorin’ his numerous inches up your pretty channel, watching as you drip glittering globs of slick all ‘round him.
“Oh…” Toji seems to grow even bigger inside you. He grips you as hard as your pussy was clenchin’ him. “Keep going-”
“And a- fuck, an A for your pace—” Just perfect. Dizzingly fast; whilst still being steady and balanced enough that you were able to feel his textured length slipping into every spot he needed to slip into—“And a…a fucking F for your attitude.”
“Hey…” Toji juts his scarred lip out in a mock-attempt at a pout. “Don’t imply m’sassy when your pussy speaks like that to me.”
Right on cue, you’re letting out some of the most sinful slurps as your cunt slaps right down onto him. Onto his hefty balls.
Toji’s thick brows raise at the sounds- even he didn’t think that your pussy could get this chatty. Mouth falling agape as he watches you drip-drip-driiiip.
You’re grabbing onto both of Toji’s sculptured deltoids for balance, increasing your pace as your legs start to grow limp. Perhaps noticing your little struggle, he’s supporting one of your legs with his left hand—and thumbing over your clit with his right. “And then? What else—dick got yer tongue?”
“You fuckin’ wish.” You snipe back.
“Yeah.” Toji simply replies. Without a single warning, he’s craning his head up and signalling you to open your mouth- instinctually, your tongue sticks out. Perfect for him to spit—a heaping mess between your lips. “You looked so pretty with my cock stuffed down your throat, too.”
Grumbling - though it was just for show - yet you swallow. “That was a B- since you almost missed.” One of your hands reaches up to swipe at the splattered saliva piled on the edge of your mouth.
“Oh, no.” With such a loving glint in his eyes, he’s leaning up and kissing the mess he’d just left behind. “That was totally on purpose, doll.”
“F-filthy…”
“You know it, teach.”
Both of your bodies were slick with sweat and glissading against one another- Toji himself was especially frenzied with his movement. His thrusts. His battering rams. The way his pointed tip struck the end of your cervix—bottomed-out, and then smeared apart your channel to drag aaaaaaall the way back down. Aaaaaaall the way back in.
And through it all- you’re sputtering out the same ruthless grading of his cock. Red-hot and ruining your insides with every thrust. Pump after pump- “Deepness…B.”
Bruising his tip’s circumference at the very back of your pussy. Dribbling out ribbons of pre.
“Hmmm, alright a B+.” Pleasure runs through your body the more n’ more Toji grows irritated- because that meant the more he was trying to prove himself. The harder he was fucking you. “And the- hah, curve: an A.”
“Damn right.” That, he could most certainly be proud of. That slightly upwards curve of him was the perfect shape to mold your walls- to let his honed tip be the searchlight.
And your sweetest spots were what he was aiming for.
After a few more vulgar strokes, Toji’s rediscovering and ramming himself into none other than your g-spot. That throbbing bundle of nerves that’d just kept on and on waiting for him to probe you with his shaft—perhaps a bit too long at that…“What took you so long to find that spot again, Toji?”
“Take it easy on me…” He pleads with a slight hint of amusement. “Your pussy was to- mmm, hypnotizing. You can’t blame a guy for taking a little time…needy fuckin’ pussy.”
That last bit was said to himself- underneath his breath, in fact.
And yet, your proximity means that you’re catching onto every single word - and without a split-second of hesitation you’re countering back. “Oh? What was that…I’m sorry, maybe I was- hngh, hearing things? Because it just sounded to me like you wanted all your g-grade to plummet to an F?”
His lips part. “You wouldn’t…”
You peck him on the mouth. “Try. Me.”
And fuuuuuck—it’s clear he’s not expecting the way that sends pangs of excitement coursing through every inch of him. It’s clear he doesn’t know what to fucking do with himself- once he propells his ruddied cockhead to hit against the door to your womb.
And Toji’s thighs are left shivering at the way your walls immediately rush to embrace him.
Suctioning him.
A ribbon of drool drips slowly from the edge of his mouth, “A-and what do I have to do to make it up?”
“Hmmmm?” The fact that you made the Fushiguro Toji stutter so blatantly like this…it was driving you wild. It was making the cockiest smile plaster across your face- he wanted to kiss it away so bad but you were teasingly inching your lips away, making him work for it.
He growls and repeats- “What do I have to fucking do to get- hah, extra credit? To make up for my…” Toji’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs. “-mistake.”
“There now. Was that so hard to- hah, admit?” You coo. “Gimme a D.”
“Huh?” Toji gapes. “Aren’t you the one supposed to be- ngh, giving out the grades?”
“Yeah, I know. I’m just telling you to shut up and fuck me harder with your fat dick—”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He lightly stirs his hips in semi-circular motions to get the most out of his veiny cock- to make sure that those prized n’ precious vessels were massaging your insides just right. “Fuck-” Your entire upper half is shaking from stimulation - “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck—just like that.”
“Hngh, oh yeah?” Honed canines beared.
“Faster-” And he listens.
“Harder.” And he listens once more.
“Fucking-” You’re it escape you in a trilling tone. “-b-breed me…”
Toji’s breathless once the words register to him. “Yes, ma’am…”
Pumping up into you - meeting your bouncin’ cadence - like he was angry with you. Like he was trying to shove to your deepest depths n’ then probe his erect cock even further. Like he was trying to meld your bodies into one—
He was fucking you in a way that was so animalistic.
And Toji can’t help it- fuck, he can’t help but throw his head back—it just feels so good. Eyes shuttering. Brows furrowing. His hips unsticking from the now-dampened bedsheets to arch properly up into you-
But that’s when he feels those familiar fingers ‘round his throat again.
“Ah ah ah—” You tut. Your vision was just a little bleary from all the tears and pleasure clogging up your mind- “And who said you could- hah, move, hm? Seems like you’re the one running away, not me. What? Scared m’gonna milk you too hard, Fushiguro Toji?”
He growls. “You little…”
“F- for handling yourself.” Remembering just how much he’d teased you earlier for similar reactions just made these words so much sweeter on your tongue. “In fact…”
Toji looks eagerly up at you through his bangs.
To which you’re taking your lazy time changing your sloppy cadence into figure-eights instead. It swerved n’ stirred his pussy around your depths; and made it so that the most sensitive parts of Toji’s veins - that pinkish line underneath his slit, the frailest of his veins, where his balls rested - were being stimulated. Making him pour out wads of precum into you as though it was a waterfall—
“See me after class.”
“Fuck yes.” Toji grunts to himself- his hair was flying into his face, and every bit of his skin seemed to be furiously flushed. “Fuck—fuck, I need to cum inside you.”
Plap after plap after plap! of his hips hitting yours. “Mhmmm—”
“I n-need to fill you up until here-” His thumb briefly detaches from your clit to graze your lower stomach, where your womb was wont to be. “I need to feel it pouring out of you- then fuck it all back in.” And he was pistoning into you like it, too.
“Shit, m’close-”
Hard. Fast. The wads of his sappy precum only get stronger and more frequent - “I n-need to…”
Toji’s voice hatches into nothingness in his throat, and you’re cooing down at him cutely. “What’s thaaaat?”
“Need you to make me a f-father for a second time.” Toji utters.
And then with a particularly hard press on your heart-shaped, swollen clit—you’re both tumbling into your highs together. Tumbling into one another as you both hold each other through your strong orgasms - even stronger than the one you’d had prior.
Zaps and twinges of pleasure.
Goosebumps dapple across your skin.
Your spine arches into him.
Now you have Toji’s ravenous cock bulging into your walls- his globular tip searchin’ for every sweet spot and pinpointing them using his shape. That only elongated the sparks of your high until it felt never-ending; and dopamine washes over your body and leaves you wracking. Hands clawing down wherever you could latch onto the older man. Your knees squeezing tighter around his waist to milk him through his own euphoria. “Yes—yes, just like that.”
“Oh…oh, look at the way m’dripping out of you…” Toji’s mouth unfastens. Your cunt had already been bloated around his cock- now with his volumes of cum being webbed up inside, it was almost too much for you to handle.
And Toji’s orgasm rips through him strong—even his powerful limbs were wrapped around you as he powered through it. His thumb tremblin’ as he rolled and rolled.
He breathes out hot and heavy when those fingers of his dare to wonder…right along where a sheen was spreading along your inner-thighs. Every satiny drop of cum he was pouring out gets slid down your cervix- and then trickles deep inside of you. “So messy, this pussy o’ mine.”
“Yours?” You gasp. Though even that tiny reaction meant you feel his warm wetness splosh! inside you.
“Mhmmm—” He nods drunkenly. Left arm wrapping behind you and pulling you to him - resting you against his chest. “But don’t worry…this cock is yours, too.”
You scoff. “The audacity. Didn’t I give this cock an F?”
“Yeah, you sure did give me a fuck.”
You decide that the only way to shut up him is to overstimulate him by fuckin’ him—perhaps unfortunately for you, Fushiguro Toji seemed to have had the same idea.
“Mmm, now what about the parent-teacher meeting? We already- oh, handed out the grades, didn’t we?” He’s whispering in your ear once he’d somehow manhandled you into a doggy position. Sculpted abs pressed against your spine. Beefy arm wrapped around your throat in a headlock—
“T-to say what?” You’d wheezed out.
“That m’not done fucking this pussy pregnant.”
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI’S (and co.) FIVE-STEP PLAN TO MATCHMAKE HIS FATHER AND HIS TEACHER—PHASE FIVE: 𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖚𝖕…
It’s so over.
Today was the day of the talent show; and Fushiguro Megumi had never felt more untalented.
And no…it wasn’t because of any of the other competition—if he had any idea how these things go, at the end they were going to say that everyone won and everyone gets a prize. This was elementary school, after all. And he was quite grown up.
Anyways—the point is his, Itadori, and Kugisaki’s magic show had been quite the hit amongst parents especially.
And that wasn’t why he was feeling untalented.
It wasn’t because Todo’s PG-censored version of a Megan Thee Stallion song had been honestly…quite good. It wasn’t because Yuta’s puppeteering act had been something that’d drawn endeared laughter from both kids and parents alike. It wasn’t even because of the act that was happening right now…where Inumaki was standing alone on center stage with a notebook opened up in his hands. The last act of the night.
The rest of the show had gone swimmingly.
Inumaki was a bit more of the quiet type, but at this moment he speaks into the mic loud and clear.
“For my talent today, I am going to read out vocabulary words taught to me by Fushiguro-san. Thank you Fushiguro-san!”
The audience coos and turns to try and find the aforementioned man.
From his position peaking-in from backstage, Megumi watches his father pale from the first row. And then sink deeper into his seat.
Deeper.
And deeper.
And deeper-
“Bud.”
Though the rest of the audience nods in sweet endearment- Toji’s damn-near jumping out of his seat in surprise. That was…clearly not what he had been expecting.
Not at all.
Inumaki continues.
“Cookie.”
And Toji has gathered enough bravery to…perhaps properly sit up in his seat. Clapping along with the other parents- looking around to make sure that he wasn’t just hearing things. And this was actually what Inumaki was reciting.
“Concussion.”
That one draws some admiring sounds. Such a big word for such a small kid—good on Fushiguro Toji, right?
He might just be safe…
“And divorce.” That one draws mixed reactions- but Inumaki closes his infamous blue notebook, and Toji lets out a sigh of relief - one that was nearly audible backstage.
Along with the rest of the parents, he can whole-heartedly start clapping now. Maybe even throw in a cheer or two.
Let the audience know that he was the mastermind behind such academic advancements. Yeah, maybe they should pay him.
But Inumaki wasn’t done yet.
“And my favorite yet—” Which one was it? Which other important vocabulary word had Toji so graciously bestowed upon this kid? Which other aspect of his life had Toji alleviated by the sharing of precious, precious knowledge? Inumaki firmly grips the mic. “Is fuc-”
Megumi leaps onto stage and snatches the microphone out of Inumaki’s hand before he can complete that specific word…
But the implication must have been evident either way, because then each set of eyes turns behind to the black-haired man. And glares. Toji flips them off. The applause is more polite than willing now. Then he decides that he’s never showing his face ‘round here again, he’s never stepping a foot through those damn multi-colored doors if it fucking kills him, he’s never—
Just then, you’re stepping onto the stage and graciously taking the mic from Megumi. He’s so back.
“Hello? Is this thing on?” You chuckle into it.
And Toji…Toji knows. He knows he wouldn’t mind being thrown a dirty look from every single person he meets- so long as you’re there to spot him out in a crowd. Tugging his son close to you—as you beckon all the other kids on-stage and start your speech.
It’s mostly thanking those that made it possible; the parents, the staff, and especially the students. Toji isn’t quite ashamed to admit that he’d been too busy drowning in your gorgeous tone to even register your words—
Expectedly, you were telling the kids that everyone won - and Principal Yaga had been called on-stage to hand out prizes to every one of the kids. And as Fushiguro Megumi holds his prize - a custom trophy with his name, a certificate, and a bunch of art supplies - he’s suddenly remembering why he’d been feeling so untalented.
It had been a week since Phase Four of the mission to get you and his father together. And it had been a few days since parent-teachers meeting and Toji had come to pick him up the next day, smiling dopily.
Megumi’s sure his father’s losing his marbles.
And he has the strange, sinking feeling that after tonight- they’d either forget about the plan or abandon it altogether. Feeling so hopeless—it’s so over.
“Hey, Fushiguro…” Itadori not-so-successfully whispers to the black-haired boy, ultimately drawing attention from whomever was around the two of you. “Fushiguro, isn’t that your dad coming up the aisle?”
“And why does he have such a big bouquet of flowers?” Kugisaki adds on.
Though…once Toji reaches the foot of the stage everything becomes very clear.
Because with a hand coming up to your mouth, and the spotlight shined on you, he lovingly hands you the plush bouquet of roses from below. Roses. Red, red roses.
With a silent thank you—you’re kissing Toji on the cheek.
Every. Single. One of their jaws drop-
Inumaki starts scribbling something down in his notebook.
Yuta sticks an approving thumbs-up.
Even some of the parents in the audience whisper to one another - most nod approvingly.
And Toji catches Megumi’s eye to wink. “We’ll talk later.” He mouths.
Megumi nods mutely- excitement thrums through him so fast that his fists clench—and Itadori has to clasp onto them. They succeeded? They really, truly succeeded?
His eyes are glimmering as he turns to Itadori and Kugisaki- both nodding excitedly in agreement. They couldn’t squeal like they wanted to right now with Yaga’s speech droning on in the background, but after…after, they had a loooot of questions for the new couple.
Together; they loop their arms together in a silent victory.
They’re so back.
Though being silent was never something for Todo Aoi.
Yelling.
“Fushiguro Toji rizzed Ms. Teacher before GTA 6—?!”
⡴(frat!choso) 7 months after bagging the girl gojo struck out with ⡴ 0.7k words
“i can’t stay the whole time.” choso says to gojo (the whole room really) who’s currently going over the ‘game-plan’ and jobs for the frats fundraiser tonight. “i got a date—well not a date, but…”
gojo looks confused, eyebrows pinched together. “i’m sorry,” he near laughs, “you have a date?”
geto seems a little bit amused aswell but smacks gojo’s arm lightly and tells choso, “with who?” everybody else sitting around the living room hums in agreed question.
“it’s not a date.” he himself sounds confused as to what it is.
“what, ya got a hookup you not telling us about?” gojo quizzes. it’s amazing how fast he can lose focus completely.
“no, it’s not that.”
“you smoking with a girl?” geto asks. choso shakes his head no.
“guy?” someone quips with a laugh from the kitchen, probably toji meal prepping for the next few days. choso shakes his head again.
gojo leans back on the couch and plops into a pillow. “…kay. so what are you doing with her? and who even is she?”
“i’m meeting her parents.” he replies. somebody in the room spits out half their drink, everybody else’s eyebrows snag up their forehead. “i have to leave at 7:30.”
“wait-wait-wait,” toji steps out the kitchen as if he didn’t hear that right. “you have a girlfriend you didn’t tell us about and you’re meeting her parents ?”
choso looks embarrassed and plays with his hair a little. “i mean i told nanami.” he mumbles, looking over to him from the other side of the couch. nanami nods in agreement.
“he needed advice and a dress shirt,” he confirms while gojo’s jaw is halfway to the floor. “lord knows you guys wouldn’t help him.”
“nanamiiii,” gojo pouts, body slinging aimlessly further off the couch like a slinky toy, “you knew and didn’t tell me? i am great with advice !”
geto pokes gojo in the ribs playfully, “you’re really not.” then turns to nanami, “who is she? did he not tell us cause we don’t know her?” choosing to ask second hand like choso isn’t even there.
nanami shakes his head no, “you guys know her, gojo hit on her once.” nanami actually chuckles to himself in his hand, recalling the memory apparently everybody had forgotten. “he got rejected.”
gojo pulls himself up in an instant, “you stole my girl choso? not cool man!” in an even bigger pout from before.
choso replies, still fiddling with his hair, “she was not your girl.”
“which girl are we talking about? gojo’s got like a 30% success rate.” toji asks, now also distracted from what he was originally doing.
“fuck you, zen’in.” gojo quips.
choso ignores gojo’s comment, tells toji (everybody) your name and continues, “she rejected gojo at the start of the school year when he saw her with shoko and shoko told her he’s a douche.”
gojo yanks up his makeshift blindfold (really a dishcloth from the kitchen) like it’ll make him hear better, scrambling up in disarray, “SHOKO’S FRIEND?” he yanks back down his blindfold and returns to his half off the couch, nearly upside down state. “and you’re meeting her parents?” he crosses his arms and mumbles, “bro-code’s out the window i guess.”
“oh i remember that!” geto says, nearly laughing his ass off remembering gojo’s dissapointment. “when’d you meet her cho?”
“that night. we fucked and she asked me out the next day.” choso replies.
“oh you’re fucking kidding me.” gojo groans out.
geto’s now fully doubled over on the couch laughing, along with half the other frat members.
“lemme see a photo of her.” toji asks. choso pulls out his phone and displays to him his wallpaper, you and him sticking your blue and red tongues out after drinking too many icees at mini-golf. “cute.”
choso gets about 50 more, ‘lemme see’s before gojo leans up and looks at the screen too. apparently he’s the only one who realizes it’s a live photo and presses down to see the animation. he then sees choso turn and lick your tongue, leaving a purple mark on yours before the screen reverts to the still image.
he immediately falls back again, “oh fuck you, choso.”
synopsis . You clearly don’t understand who it is you belong to, so the fire lord makes things a little clearer for you via drawing his name out into that sweet cunt of yours. content . afab!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), possessiveness, royal advisor!reader (ib: my dearest @yenayaps), fingering, pet names, faint manhandling, he’s kinda feral, slight corruption kink, praise, etc.
author's note: we’re all obsessed w tht one edit, no?
“I simply don’t believe I serve much purpose to you anymore, my lord—“
“It’s only us in here, I’ve said many times before that you don’t have to call me that.” Zuko muttered, annoyance etched into his every unfairly pretty feature.
You struggled to meet eyes or reason with him, but continued in your rant nonetheless. “—You hardly heed the advice I give you, despite it being my sole purpose to you, and I've reason to believe I would be a better fit for another nation. I’ve received word from the Earth Kingdo-“
Amber eyes snap up from the floor and directly onto you, his body pushing him up from his throne to stand up straight as he scoffs, “What?”
You're hesitant to lift your chin and face him head on, gulping as your words jumble up at the center of your throat. Carefully, you lift your gaze slowly and allow yourself a moment to naturally collect both yourself and your thoughts. Patiently uttering, “My lord, please stop interrupting me. I-“
Doing the exact opposite once more, “No, seriously, what?”
You huff, meeting his eyes with your brows all furrowed. After a short pause, “What do you mean what?”
Zuko's eyes appear to be softer on you as he departs from his throne and nears you, “You’re leaving me?”
The question and the way it exits his lips is enough to make your body feel hot for reasons unbeknownst to you. Thus causing you to shoot your eyes off to the side, “W-Well, I was considering-“
“That won’t do.” Flies right out of him without second thought, as if he no longer wanted the concept to be entertained or considered at all.
You return your full attention to him with widened eyes, unconsciously stepping forward, “Pardon?”
Zuko gestures a hand out with a shake of his head, “Come here."
As you obediently move to do as you're told, you feel the intensity of his eyes raking over your frame, the heat behind them easily carving itself into your very being. Fuck if it wasn't as intimidating as ever to be alone with him like this, no matter how many times you've found yourself in this exact position in the past.
He's moved to the side of his throne and directs you towards it, ignoring the confused looks you throw his way, “Sit. I’ll show you what other purposes you serve for me.”
Everything was happening much too fast.
The man whom you’ve been diligently serving for the past few years was requesting your consent to touch you intimately so suddenly that you felt as though you were dreaming.
It’s not like you haven’t imagined it before—hell, look at him! Everyone in the Fire Nation has indulged in a fantasy or two, it’d be strange if they didn’t. Especially if they were in your shoes, being so close to him at nearly every waking hour and getting to know him on levels beyond regolness.
So when his lordship humbly requested that you sit yourself on his throne and let him give you a nice feel of what your purpose is to him, it was only natural that you succumbed to the years of not-so-hidden need that has been weighing itself on your shoulders.
Heart pounding in your chest, none of your imaginations of the past could ever quite compare to the real thing of watching the fire lord lower himself down to his knees, bring his hands to your legs, and steadily part them open whilst constantly whispering gentle confessions in hopes of insuring you're entirely comfortable with this.
Truth be told, he'd always had a bit of a crush on you—having taken quite the liking to you from the day he'd chose you to be his royal advisor.
It was an odd sensation for you to find yourself seated where Zuko typically commands the nation, especially with the way he'd loomed before you with a hint of delectable saliva building up at the corners of his mouth. You barely caught on to the way he'd asked you to undress yourself before him—to bare your body for his greedy eyes to take in—before his hands were virtually everywhere.
There was a sense of heat felt from his faintly shaking palms, as if this were the most nerve-wracking act he'd ever participated in. You were steady in your undressing, considering you needed some sort of moment to prepare yourself for what was to come.
By the time you found yourself naked—regal, advisory robes splayed out against his throne as your body sat all prettily perched upon it—Zuko was all but drooling. You'd seen his lordship make many expressions over the years but this—this was unlike anything you'd ever seen before.
And it was all for you.
In the next instance, Zuko was gripping onto your knees, letting his fingers touch with a certain firmness as he spread your legs apart. Your limbs felt mushy under his skin and you already felt your lungs struggling to maintain a steady flow of oxygen. You had an arm coming up to hide your flushing face before he'd even gotten anywhere with you and he couldn't help but crack a cheeky smile at the display.
Who knew his dutiful advisor—who'd just threatened to leave him mere moments ago, mind you—could make such cute expressions from the slightest of touches?
"Relax," Zuko cooed gently, leaning forward to lightly kiss at your inner thigh, "I'm only trying to help you understand your purpose."
Breath hitching, "My lord, I really don't think-"
His tongue rolls out along the inside of your leg and you flinch as if you'd never been touched before. This was the Fire Lord, after all. Having him like this-, watching him do something so obscene...
"You don't need to think," He hushes out to you, the curve in his lips felt right against your tensed skin, "Not now, anyway. Just feel. Can you do that for me?" It took you a few seconds but, eventually, you nodded your head. To which he cracks a smile, "Atta' girl."
Then his head traveled further up and you held eye contact with him whilst his mouth slipped over to cup the soaking lips of your cunt. Those same fiery amber-shaded eyes of his roll back almost instantaneously, a rumbling groan pouring out from deep within the pit of his stomach in reaction to the taste of you on his tongue.
And you expected him to let this go? As if.
You clasped your lip tightly in between your teeth, your hands moving out to grip onto the arms of the throne as you braced yourself, hips jerking forwards ever so slightly to meet the feel of Zuko's hot tongue. A sloppy trail of saliva is left in the wake of every flick from his oral muscle, the hum he lets out against you enough to have your legs squirming around under his touch.
There's a smooth sound of schliiiick that rings out though the throne room, the noise surely loud enough for someone beyond its large walls to hear. Not that you or him seem to care, though.
Whines 'n moans are easily pulled from somewhere in your throat as his mouth maneuvers suavely to capture the entirety of your saccharine taste onto the center of his tongue.
Your back soon slumps against the throne, leaving you to stare in awe at the starving lord of a man who's cravings could only be satisfied through the taste of your sloppy cunt. There's a feeling of paranoia haunting you from somewhere within your gut that at any moment now a person could knock on the throne room doors or simply burst right in with an urgent matter but, ask Zuko if he cares!
Spoiler alert: he doesn't.
The tips of his tongue dive and dip all around the very ends 'n ins of your pussy, lapping out the most provocative of gushes form deep within you. You're a blissed-out mess of moans before he even thinks to pull himself up for a moment to breathe. And by then, your hands have buried themself into his long lushes locks of hair, tugging and pulling at his head as your teeth tatter against themself in an honest attempt at maintaining even the slightest fracture of your composure.
Then Zuko's body shifts forward and suddenly his tongue his snaking its looong self past your folds, wetly spreading you open on it. Your back arches almost immediately and you think your eyes cross just as your fingers scrape over his scalp.
Zuko's head tilts ever so slightly to lick at your insides at a circularly different angle, tongue plucking itself in and out of your gushy entrance simply to have your arousal leaking all down the expanse of his jawline.
When the man tugs himself away to gasp, he's only diving back in half a second later to kiss over your clit and then smear the tip of his tongue around it—showcasing to you that his skills go beyond mere fire bending and that his tongue has learned how to bend the feel of a new element to you.
Something raw jumps out of your throat and you pant out his name whilst he shakes his head into you and then proceeds to respond to your calls by spelling his name out around your clit.
Then come his fingers—and fuck if they aren't farrr thicker than you were prepared for, initially prodding at your drooling hole, and then carefully pushing into you after a mere tease to that clingy ring of resistance he's met with.
Your lower lip pushes out and you moan just past it, earning his attention for the first time in a while as his eyes come up to find your lewdly-set expression.
"Ah," Using a free hand to wipe some of the slick from his mouth, Zuko moves up towards you and keeps his fingers working your insides, "Don't pout. You can take this much," He encourages, a second digit carefully slipping into you. "See? Two of my fingers, buried so deep inside you like that..." His words earn a particularly filthy squelch. "Shit, you should feel honored by this, sweetheart."
You manage a huff at that, nails chafing into the arm of the throne again, "Y-You and that damn-, ngh, honor..."
He snickers, his thumb poking forward to plumply round your clit, "Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you don't feel honored to have me this devoted to you."
"Zuko," You moan instead of answering correctly.
Letting it slide due to his soft spot for you, he merely sighs. "Please understand that this is your purpose to me, not abandoning me to go whisper in the ears of Earth Kingdom fools." Zuko explains to you, voice coming out in warm waves against the crown of your ear, "Understood?"
You nod, "Y-Yes, Zuko."
His head cocks to the side, fingers jolting up against your slicked walls to curl, "You address me so formally any other time but now..." He pulls away a few inches to cast his eyes over your expression, fully appreciating how gorgeously you fall apart on just two of his fingers.
He can only begin to imagine how satisfying it would be to see you do the same on his cock. Fuck, you probably wouldn't even be able to handle that, would you?
No, but you'd damn sure try if he let you...
Meeting his gaze, "Yes, my lord." You correct in a short whisper.
For the first time ever, Zuko realizes the title doesn't sound so bad coming from you.
At least, not in this context since his cock promptly hardens through his robes in reaction to that sweet, sweet tone of yours.
He would've spelt his name out into your cunt and split you open on his fingers a long time ago if he knew this would be the result!
A smirk splays out across his wet mouth and he leans in, his breath mingling with your own, "Cum for me, my advisor. Show me where your loyalties lie."
That quickly sends you right over the edge, your cunt clenching and twitching all around his fingers as one of your hands move out to clutch onto his royal clothing.
Breathlessly puffing, "F-Fuuck.."
Zuko watches you closely the entire time, loving the way your thighs quiver, and how good your pussy feels releasing onto his hand.
Only leaning away as you're done to murmur, "See? Now, tell me again about leaving?"
(not proofread, GULP) || banner art by Rororogi Mogera || tags:
synopsis ꩜ the cute emo boy from your college is completely enamored with you and your pretty outfits, so when he hears you and your shitty boyfriend finally broke up, he wastes no time in planning how to make you his.
pairing ˎˊ˗ emo! choso x girly! reader
warning / tags ⟢ fem! reader, MDNI 18+, this will be a bit angsty, yuki is ooc here, cheating, miscommunication, friends to lovers, inappropriate use of drum sticks, blowjobs, pussy eating, hair pulling, subby choso, yes he will whimper, fluff, tba… header art by @/arina_vah
series masterlist 〢 no the taglist isn’t open pls don’t ask
Club rush could count as Choso's favorite holiday. If it was a holiday.
What better way to kick off the school year other than joining the one and only music club that he's been leading for the past 2 years, right? Incoming freshmen or returning students could bond over instruments and emo culture.
"Yo, pass me that vinyl." Suguru pointed to the protected record. The table had been set up with music ranging from "Brand New Eyes" to "Pretty. Odd."
Choso handed it over to his friend carefully, watching as he sat it carefully up. Other students were putting up their booths as well. Some were under canopy tents to protect them from the summer sun.
"I'm fucking sweating like a pig." Choso rasped out, pinning his neck length hair up in two buns. "Told ya we should've bought a canopy."
"With what money, dude." Suguru took a step back, admiring their set up. "Where's Sukuna? He was supposed to print out the flyers an hour ago."
Just on cue, the pink haired boy reached the other two, papers in hand. "Got 'em." He held the papers up.
"How many did you print out?" Choso grabbed them from Sukuna's hand, seeing how the design came out.
"Couple dozen. When does this shit start? I got to pick up my brother from school today."
"Ain't he in high school? He can go on the bus." Suguru snatched a flyer from Choso's hand. "You didn't get them in color?!"
Sukuna frowned, slipping his box of cigarettes in his back pocket. "Hell nah. It was like a dollar extra."
"It's whatever," Choso interrupted. The last he needed was his two bandmates getting into an argument. "People are starting to come." Soon enough, a crowd began to form around the quad, students visiting the booths of interest.
You walked around with you low heels clicking on the ground. Definitely not the best choice of attire but it was you. A vintage Von Dutch purse was sat right on your shoulder, swinging with every step.
"Whatever happened to the fashion club?" You asked between chewing your bubble gum. Shoko lifted her head from her phone, confused at your question. "Girl, you made them disband. Remember?"
You let out an 'ohhh' as if you found out mind blowing news.
"Not my fault they were so poorly uneducated on Vivienne Westwood. Did they seriously have the audacity to ignore the fact that she was punk? What the hell were they on about saying that the brand was for clean girlies? Ummm hellooooo?" You raised a brow that was recently threaded.
"Right.. anyways." Shoko looked around, eyes setting on the medical club. "I'll be right back, I have to go sign up."
You nodded, blowing a goodbye kiss.
There weren't any new organizations this year that you know of other than the one your ex boyfriend was apart of. The sight of him just made you want to role your eyes.
The asshole had broken up with you over text and is going around saying you were the one who broke up with him.
Like, who the hell even does that?
You pushed yourself deeper into the crowd, making your way towards the heart of the quad.
"Music club is over here guys!" Choso yelled out as he handed people flyers. "We will be meeting on the second Monday of every month. Feel free to recommend us to your friends!"
Usually, you'd ignore anything that has to do with music. Not your forte.
But the washed out print on his shirt caught your eye.
A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.
That's the album you listened to non stop in your high school years. Your iPod was full with every version of it. The original, the demos, and even Live in Denver.
You listened to it so ofter that it burned onto the screen.
"Cool shirt." The words slipped from your mouth, surprising both you and Choso.
Because no way was a girl like you complimenting a boy like him. And over his shirt out of all things. "Uh, thanks." He stuttered, a crooked smile creeping on his lips.
He darted down to the papers in his hands, offering one to you.
You hesitated before accepting it. "Music club?"
Choso nodded. "Yeah, we mostly focus on emo music to be honest but we're always open to do other genres." God was he sweating? It felt like he was. Have you noticed? "You a Panic fan?"
You hummed, skimming through the small summary of the club. "Not really, just of that album. Well not anymore but high school me."
"No way. I mean, um, you have a favorite song?"
"I guess I liked Camisado."
"Oh shit, I love that one." Choso's eyes brightened. "You know the story behind it?"
You snorted. "Duh."
The way you spoke was soft and pretty to him, it made his heart beat like a teenagers.
"I'm Choso.." He mumbled.
"Hi Choso." You smiled up at him, exchanging your name as well. "I'll try and come."
He nodded, gulping. "We'll see you then.." His eyes stayed on your frame as you disappeared almost in a trance at the sway of your hips. "Suguru." He hit his friends' chest. "Fuck did you see that?"
"See what?"
"The goddess that just came up to me."
"Is the heat getting to you man?" Suguru pressed his hand on Choso's forehead, feeling the thin layer of sweat before hurling away in disgust.
"Surprised you didn't scare her away."
Choso smacked his shoulder playfully, returning back to distributing the flyers like the local newspaper. That dorky smile still evident on his face.
That was yesterday though.
And Choso hasn't shut up about you since.
"Do you think she'll actually show up to the meetings?" He ran the brush through his hair, undoing any knots made while sleeping. His broad chest was bare, showcasing all his tattoos. And not to mention the nipple piercings.
Sukuna groaned along with Suguru. "Bro, let it go already. Just cause she spoke to you for less than a minute-"
"It was over a minute, actually." Choso corrected.
"It doesn't matter. No offense man, but you're not her type. She dated Toji and they recently broke up. Doubt that she's already trying to get into another relationship."
Suguru yawned, standing up to grab another beef from the mini fridge.
"But ay, maybe you can change her."
A sigh fell from Choso's lips, feeling all of a sudden unmotivated. "She's so pretty."
"What would you even do if she did end up showing up? Woo her with your guitar skills?"
Choso paused.
"I mean.. yeah?"
Another collective groan escaped from the other two.
a/n - short chapter to start things off ! the rest of the chapters are gonna be longer lolz
you drive up to the lumberyard, wearing your prettiest dress, flaunting your big diamond ring on your left hand. You hold Toji’s lunch in hand, having brought him several homemade meals for his long work day. You’re very aware how much your husband can eat, especially when working himself so hard. The strong earthy smell of wood fills your lungs, the loud buzzing of chainsaws making your brain rattle. It’s a miracle he didn’t come home with a headache every day.
One of the men sits a pile of wood, half-eaten sandwich in hand, dirt under his nails and wood chips under his boots. He squints his eyes at you for a few seconds before recognizing you. He swallows his food, shouting over his shoulder, “Fushiguro, your wife is here!”
“Thank you,” you giggle, walking past him and towards your husband. His eyes locked with yours, a smile adorning his face when he threw his hard hat to the floor, scooping you off of your feet. “Toji! I have a dress on!” You squeal.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He lets you back down on your feet. “I just missed you.” He presses a kiss to your lips. “Mmm, don’t you look gorgeous.” His eyes rake over your body from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.
“Do you like the dress? It’s new.” You smile at him, grabbing his hand.
“I love it,” he growls in your ear, squeezing the back of your thighs. “I could eat you up right now.”
“Behave, Mister,” you warn.
“Yes Ma’am.” He smirks at you, kissing your cheek.
“I would love to spend your lunch with you, but I need to run some errands, get the house cleaned.” You hand him his lunch.
“Awe, come on! Not even five minutes? You know…there’s a lot we can do in five minutes—”
“Oh my gosh, Toji!” You slap your hand over his mouth, earning a laugh from him. “Stop that!”
“You act like I haven’t said worse. We both know how you like to be treated in the bedroom—”
“Stop!” You slap your hand over his mouth again, looking around the yard to see if any of his coworkers heard.
“Okay, okay, I’m just teasing you,” he snorts, hands settling on your waist.
“You’re so annoying!” You whine, playfully slapping his shoulder.
“You love it.” He presses a long kiss to your lips. “Now go and do what you need to do, baby. I love you, and I’ll see you at home.” He pecks your lips again.
“I love you too.” You squeeze his hand before turning to walk away only to feel Toji’s hand smack your ass. “Toji!”
“Alright, I’m actually done this time! Swear!” He throws his hands up in surrender. He watches as you walk away, solely focused on the way your ass moves in that new dress, hypnotizing him.
“Hell of a woman you got there, Fushiguro,” his colleague states, standing beside him.
Toji glares at him before smacking him upside the head. “Point your fucking eyes somewhere else, yeah? That’s my wife.”
you and geto surprisingly become friends when you and gojo break up.
it had been 3 months since gojo had broken up with you after a year of whirlwind romance. 3 months of crying, breaking no-contact, and an embarrassing number of failed hinge matches. your biweekly breakdowns became routine to your friends shoko and utahime, showing up with bottles of wine and a joint.
slowly, geto found himself joining the two in comforting you. when you and gojo dated, he maintained a respectful courtesy towards you, his best friend’s girlfriend.
he watched sympathetically when gojo would shut you out for days on end and watch as your face crumbled every time. he felt his stomach twisting when gojo would confide in him, get a little high, and then start talking about you.
“don’t give me that look, suguru. i just don’t wanna be bothered by her 24/7.” gojo rambled on, his usually alert eyes now half-lidded and his whites notably red.
geto nodded in half assed agreement. he could imagine the look on your face if you had heard half of the things gojo said about you after the two of you fought.
you would bite your bottom lip, and then quickly turn your head slightly to the left to hide how fast he knew tears welled up in your eyes. your eyes would cast downward and your voice became small and you’d quietly excuse yourself.
geto learned first hand all of your little habits from the sheer amount of times he would witness a fight between you two. despite that, he never felt it his place to comfort you. his best friend’s girlfriend.
however, that has since changed.
shoko and utahime convince him you need this. that it’ll be good for her to see a friend. i barely know her, he wants to say, but keeps his mouth shut.
so when he finally arrives at your apartment, he’s fully prepared to give you some cordial advice and a pat on the shoulder. he did not expect you to be a sniffling, blabbering mess, instantly throwing your face into his shoulder and crying.
his heart nearly stopped before awkwardly side hugging you. you sniffle and look up at him, too depressed to remember the lack of relationship you always had with geto.
this was the closest geto had ever been to you. your eyes are watery and red but still seem to stare up at him like the cutest thing he had ever seen. your cheeks were pink and tear streaked but he had to fight the overwhelming urge to bite pinch them.
that night, you took geto to the couch and talked his head off for hours. the previous awkwardness had dissolved like it had never existed, like the two of you had known each other for ages.
one minute geto would be clutching his stomach from the jokes you cracked and the next minute you’d be sobbing into his arms.
overnight, you and geto became closer than anyone you’d ever met.
he gave you advice that actually went through to you. he told you the harsh truths you needed to hear and knew the right thing to say every time.
he’d tune gojo out when he’d complain about him being friends with his ex. “suguruuu you’re supposed to be on my side,” he’d whine, kicking his legs like a toddler.
he’d only shrug his shoulders.
-
it has now been 8 months since you and gojo broke up. you had stopped crying long ago and continued to hang out with geto.
he was ecstatic the day you had stopped shedding tears over his best friend. your conversations became lighthearted and you had now spent more time with him sober than inebriated.
the two of you had lunch everyday and 3/4 of each other’s schedule in sync. the two of you were inseparable. and geto liked it that way.
he enjoyed your routine together, an unspoken but undeniable fondness for being your best friend.
which is why he was so irked when you casually suggested going to the frat party that night. specifically, gojo’s frat.
he mentally cursed himself for helping you. you moved on, sure, but some part of geto felt unease at the thought of you being in the same room as gojo. what if you caught feelings for him again? what if gojo caught feelings for you again?
that last thought made geto’s stomach churn. he forced a smile onto his face and nodded, agreeing to go with you.
you only beamed that smile that turned his insides to jelly.
-
suguru geto wanted to die in a hole. if all of the worst combination of events were combined into one, it would be this very moment.
just as he had expected, you and gojo ran into each other. and just as he had expected, your conversation was amicable. too amicable.
he watched as you laughed, hard, at his joke, and the way gojo’s eyes were overflowing with happiness. for the first time in months, he saw the smile reach gojo’s eyes again. and of course, it was seeing you.
the same gojo who didn’t find nearly as much interest in your hobbies as he does. the same gojo who didn’t watch your favorite movies and caress your hair like he does. you slept in his arms, met his family, wore his t-shirts, so why did he want to throw up and dissipate into thin air at the sight of you smiling at gojo?
he wondered if you missed gojo. he wondered if gojo missed you. he wondered if he was about to watch you fall back in love with the lovable, perfect satoru gojo all over again.
your eyes meet geto’s and you instantly light up. you quickly excuse yourself from gojo and walk over to the wall where geto was brooding.
you wore the black top that geto bought for your birthday and the mini skirt he helped you pick on one of your mall runs.
truthfully, when you spun around, asking him if the skirt was cute, his eyes were nowhere near it. he was fixed on the pure joy on your face at twirling like a princess.
he just nodded, dumbstruck and whipped.
you were all dressed up for him, and nobody knew it. “suguru! why aren’t you dancing?” you playfully nudge his arm.
he stayed silent for a minute, eyes boring holes into the crowd. you stare up at him expectingly, with those big, shiny eyes, and he can feel his heart about to explode.
“don’t get back with him.”
your eyes widen in surprise at the sheer bluntness of his words. he looked at you with dead seriousness before raising his palm to cup your cheek with a tenderness that made your breath catch in your throat.
“let me treat you better than he ever could,” his voice, barely above a whisper. his heart thumped wildly in his chest, threatening to burst.
your face turns bright red before you look down at the ground flustered, avoiding eye contact with geto. “why would i get back with him when i have you, suguru?”
synopsis - To the rest of the world, he is two different people: the 6’3” anime-obsessed "loser" you pity in the library and the untouchable, shirtless gym-god you’ve been secretly craving ever since a nameless hookup at a dark frat party. But as the campus sweetheart, you’re about to learn that your "innocent" pity and your "bratty" desires have been directed at the same man all along. When the glasses come off in his figurine-cluttered dorm, Satoru is done playing the dork; he’s ready to remind you—with his hands in your hair and his body pinning you down—that the man who wrecked you at the formal is the same one you’ve been underestimating every day in class
a/n :)- tiktok has blessed me with nerdjo and fratjo twins soo being me i decided to make my own twist on this so far. literally been obsessed with gojo i went down a whole rabbit hole. lots of holes omf can we talk about heated rivalry?? i’ve never seen something so sad yet so well horny.. but anways i hope you guys enjoy cause i know i sure did making it (lol this was lowkey in my drafts for a good 2 months before i found this, but i tweeked it to my liking) also not proof read what so ever so dont kill me.
gojo who wouldn’t understand sexual tension if it hit him in the face, i mean yea look at him he’s a 6’3 white haired digimon player who spends his free time in his off campus dorm that is decorated to the brim with
figurines of God knows what anime he is currently obsessed with. he is the ideal definition of a walking loser.
satoru on the other hand. the biggest heartthrob on campus. thousands of followers on instagram where he posts shirtless gym pics, drunkly boomerangs where he looks stupidly hot all sweaty with his arm around the closest person. girls throw themselves at him just to even get talked to. they don’t care if they get rejected. just a chance to talk to satoru in there eyes is worth more then money.
who would think they are the same person. not you. definitely not you.
so you don’t know how you found yourself between both of his muscular legs,
You had just seen him in the back of the student lounge, in desprate search for a tutor to help with a class you didn’t quite understand, you wanted a tutor that would actually help and wouldn’t try to get with you. it had happened so many times to the point where you lost count, this guy named toji even tried to pretend to be angered to get into your pants. you noticed him right away cause he smelt like second
-hand smoke and body odor,
so you found the perfect solution a 6’3” tower of wasted potential hunched over a desk, literally explaining the complex lore of Neon Genesis Evangelion to a plushie of a weird looking creature maybe pokémon? who cares anyway..
He looked so isolated, so tragically uncool in his oversized "I’d Rather Be Gaming" hoodie, that you felt a hint of genuine pity for the guy.
"Hey, Gojo?" you had whispered, approaching him with that sweetheart smile that usually made people melt. "I... I'm actually really struggling with our Physics seminar. Since you always have the best notes, I was wondering if you’d be open to tutoring me?…I’d pay you, of course!” swallowing a large lump in your throat.
He looked up, his thick-rimmed glasses sliding down his nose, and for a split second, his expression had gone blank. Then, he’d flashed a goofy, slightly too-wide grin. "Physics? Oh, yeah! I can help. But I only study in my dorm..my figurines get lonely if I’m gone too long!”
You should have run then. oh god you should have ran. you should have sensed the trap. Instead, you found yourself in his off-campus apartment, surrounded by walls of expensive PVC statues that definitely costed more the ur tuition and the faint smell of strawberry poki . “ sit anywhere.. i don’t really mind, just make sure not to touch any of my items” he halfenly joked. For the first hour, he was the perfect "loser." He rambled about power levels, tripped over his own feet twice, and made a series of incredibly bad puns that you laughed at out of pure politeness.
But as the sun began to set, casting long, orange shadows over his collection, the atmosphere shifted. You had reached for a textbook at the same time he did, your fingers brushing against his. You expected him to flinch or stutter. Instead, his hand clamped over yours with a strength that didn't match him.
"You're so patient, aren't you?" he’d murmured, his voice suddenly losing that high-pitched, frantic edge. He stood up, and for the first time, you realized he wasn't just tall—he was built like a professional bodybuilder. The baggy hoodie couldn't hide the way his shoulders filled the large gap.
He reached up, slowly pulling off those glasses and setting them on the table next to a limited edition Digimon card. Without them, his eyes were piercing, electric, and devastatingly familiar. They were the same eyes that had looked down at you in the back of a sweaty frat house while the bass shook the floor.
"You really didn't recognize me, baby?" he teased, his smirk turning sharp and predatory as he stepped into your personal space. "I watched you pity me all week. I watched you offer to 'help' the poor, lonely nerd... all while you were still wearing those hickies I gave you on Friday night." he said as his free hand came up to that sensitive dark spot on your neck, faintly applying pressure
The "stupid nerd " who rambled to plushies was gone, replaced by the boy who took whatever he wanted. He didn't give you a chance to process the betrayal. He simply hooked a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
"Since you're such a clueless little girl," he’d cooed, his breath hot against your lips, "why don't you get on your knees and show me just how much you missed me?"
the plush carpet created kind of like a barrier to keep your legs from hurting. you have been in the position for maybe 10 mintues and you could still taste the salty pre-cum on your tongue,
He pulls back just an inch, just enough to look down at your flushed, heaving chest with a look of pure, territorial hunger.
"You really couldn't put it together, could you? You’re such a little brat," he mermers , his hand sliding down to squeeze your throat lightly, just enough to make your pulse jump against his palm. "You thought you could keep us in separate boxes. The 'hot' one to crave and the 'nerdy' one to pity. But you’ve been obsessed with me the whole time, haven't you?"
He drives back into you with a newfound ferocity,
"You're so easy to trick," he pants, his white hair messy and damp with sweat as he hovers over you. "But don't worry, baby. Now that you know exactly who I am, I’m never going to let you forget it. Every time you see me in class, you’re going to remember exactly how this feels."
He leans down, nipping at your earlobe until you whimper. "Now, be a good girl and finish what you started at the frat house. I've been waiting all day to put you in your place."
He hooks his arms under your armpits and hauls you up from the carpet like you weigh nothing, your legs dangling weakly until he tosses you back onto his bed. It’s a mess of black sheets and discarded manga, but as your back hits the mattress, you’re hyper-aware of the rows of figurines on the shelves watching you—a silent audience to the sweetheart’s downfall.
He stands at the edge of the bed for a second, looming over you. With a fluid, arrogant motion, he finally grabs the hem of that oversized, "loser" gray hoodie and yanks it over his head.
The breath hitches in your throat. Without the baggy fabric, there’s no hiding it anymore. His chest is broad, his abs deeply defined and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and the veins in his arms stand out in sharp relief as he tosses the hoodie toward the corner of the room. He looks exactly like the shirtless boomerangs on his Instagram story—only this time, there’s no screen between you.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asks, crawling onto the mattress, his weight forcing you to sink into the foam. He cages you in, his large hands planting on either side of your head. "You're looking at me like you’ve never seen a man before. But we’ve already established that’s a lie, haven't we?"
He leans down, his white hair brushing against your cheeks as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. He inhales sharply, a low, guttural sound vibrating against your skin. "You smell like my dorm now. Like me. I wonder what the 'sweetheart' fans would think if they saw you pinned under the campus nerd like this."
He shifts, his knee forcing your legs apart, his heavy, muscular thigh pressing right where you need it most. The friction is agonizingly perfect.
"You’re such a brat for making me play this game for so long," he whispers, his lips ghosting over yours. "But I think I’m done being Gojo for the night. Satoru wants to hear exactly how loud you can scream for him."
He reaches down, his fingers finding the edge of your clothes with a practiced, predatory intent. "Now, tell me... who are you looking at right now? The loser, or the guy who’s about to make it so you can't walk to class tomorrow?"
Satoru smirks, his fingers ghosting over your skin as he watches you try to regain some shred of your "sweetheart" dignity. You let out a shaky, defiant breath, glaring up at him through your lashes. "You think you're so smart, don't you? Hiding behind those stupid figurines... it’s pathetic, Satoru. You’re still just a dork with a gym membership."
His eyes flash—not with anger, but with a dark, twisted amusement. "A dork with a gym membership?" he echoes, his voice a dangerous low-frequency hum. "Careful, baby. That bratty mouth is going to get you into trouble you can't talk your way out of."
He doesn't wait for a comeback. He slides his hand down, his long, calloused fingers disappearing beneath the hem of your clothes. When he finds you, he doesn't go easy. He hooks two fingers deep inside you while his thumb finds your center with a brutal, pinpoint accuracy.
"Ah! Satoru—!" Your insult dies in a sharp, broken gasp as your back arches off the mattress. You try to push his wrist away, but he’s like a mountain of solid muscle.
"What happened to that attitude?" he mocks, his fingers moving in a relentless, curled rhythm that has you sobbing into the pillow. "You were just calling me pathetic. Tell me how pathetic I am while I do this."
"Stop... stop teasing," you whimper, your hips stuttering against his hand. "You're... you're such a jerk. I hate you."
"You love it," he counters, leaning down to bite at your shoulder, his teeth marking you as his. "You've been starving for this. I can feel how much you want it." He speeds up, his thumb applying a rhythmic, crushing pressure that sends white-hot sparks behind your eyelids. You're a mess of tangled limbs and desperate moans, your heels digging into the sheets as you chase the peak he’s dangling just out of reach.
Just as you’re about to shatter, he abruptly pulls his hand away. You let out a cry of pure, unadulterated frustration, reaching for him. "No! Don't—Satoru, please!"
"Please what, brat?" He’s already unbuckling his belt, the metallic click sounding like a death knell for your composure. He hovers over you, the full, staggering weight of him finally settling between your thighs. He’s massive, his skin hot enough to burn, and the sheer physicality of him makes the "Gojo" persona feel like a fever dream.
"You wanted the athlete? You wanted the heartthrob?" He grinds his hips against yours, the friction so intense it makes your head spin. He leans down, his sweat-dampened hair shielding you both from the world. "Here he is. All of him."
He drives into you in one deep, devastating thrust that bottom out, catching the air in your lungs. Your eyes blow wide, a long, high-pitched "Oh god..." escaping your lips as your internal muscles clench desperately around him.
"Yeah, that’s it," he groans, his forehead dropping against yours, his composure finally snapping. "Take it all, baby. Show me how much of a sweetheart you are when I'm wrecking you."
He begins a relentless, heavy pace, each strike echoing through the small dorm room. The shelves of figurines rattle, but neither of you cares. You’re clinging to his bicep, your nails leaving red crescents in his skin as you cry out his name—the real one, the only one that matters now.
Satoru decides to remind you exactly who owns your pleasure. As you’re mid-climax, your body shuddering and your voice cracking as you sob out his name, he suddenly stills. He stays buried deep inside you, his muscles twitching with the effort of holding back, but he stops the movement entirely.
"No, no, no... Satoru, please," you moan, your hands trembling as you try to pull his hips back down. Your internal muscles are pulsing around him, desperate for that final friction to push you over. "Don't stop... you're so mean... please."
"I told you, you're a brat," he rasps, his face inches from yours. He’s breathing like he’s run a marathon, his chest heaving against your breasts, but his eyes are sharp and commanding. "You think you can just demand things from me? After you spent all semester treating me like a charity project?"
He reaches up, grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them above your head with a single hand. The sheer power in his grip makes you whimper, your "sweetheart" mask completely gone.
"Say it," he commands, a low, vibrating growl. "Say: 'I'm sorry for being a brat, Satoru. Please finish me.'"
"I—I'm not saying that," you huff, trying to twist your hips, but his weight is absolute. You’re so close to the edge that it’s physical torture, your breath coming in short, needy hitches.
He smirks, a dark, devastating expression that is pure heartthrob arrogance. He slowly, agonizingly pulls nearly all the way out, then just stays there, teasing the very entrance. "Fine. I guess the 'loser' can just go back to playing his games, and you can stay like this all night."
"Wait! No!" The desperation wins. Your head falls back against the pillow, your back arching as you look at him with blown-out, watery eyes. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry for being a brat, Satoru. Please... please finish me. I need you."
The sound of his name in that broken, needy tone is the final straw for his control. He lets out a guttural roar, slamming back into you with a ferocity that knocks the breath from your lungs. He doesn't hold back anymore; he’s all raw power and rhythmic, heavy strikes that make the bed frame groan and the figurines on his desk rattle.
He’s not the nerd, and he’s not the idol—he’s just a man obsessed with the way you’re coming apart under him. As he finally hits his limit, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he claims you completely, leaving you both spent and shaking in the wreckage of his black sheets.
The sun filtered through the blinds of the dorm room, highlighting the dust motes dancing over a shelf of pristine Jujutsu Kaisen statues. You stirred against the pillows, your body feeling heavy, pleasantly sore, and thoroughly marked. The memory of the "sweetheart" losing her voice to Satoru’s name was still fresh enough to make your skin flush.
You expected to wake up to the heartthrob—the arrogant, shirtless Satoru who had pinned your wrists to the headboard. Instead, you found the "loser."
Gojo was sitting at the edge of the bed, his back to you. He had already pulled on a pair of oversized black sweatpants and those thick-rimmed, "nerdy" glasses were perched back on his nose. He was hunched over a handheld console, his thumbs moving at lightning speed.
"Morning, baby," he chirped, his voice back to that slightly higher, energetic pitch he used in class. He didn't even look back, his focus entirely on the screen. "You slept late. I already finished three daily raids. You’re a total sloth when you’re not being a brat, aren't you?"
You sat up, pulling the black sheets to your chest, blinking at the whiplash. "Satoru?"
He finally turned, sliding his glasses down his nose to look at you over the frames. The predatory heat was still there, lurking behind the glass, but the goofy, lopsided grin was back. "Who else? Did you think a different 6'3" white-haired guy snuck in while you were passed out?"
He crawled back toward you, the bed dipping under his weight. He looked every bit the dork, but when he reached out, his hand didn't go for your books—it wrapped firmly around your ankle, pulling you toward him until you were flushed against his side.
"I have a lecture in an hour," he murmured, his voice dropping back into that devastating, low-frequency hum as he nipped at your earlobe. "And you have that sweetheart reputation to maintain. But if you think you’re walking out of here without admitting which 'version' of me you’re thinking about right now... you’re crazier than my Digimon collection."
He held up his console, the screen glowing. "So, what’s it gonna be? You want to stay and watch me level up, or do you want a repeat of last night so you have a real reason to skip class?"
Fanart by aransmind on X | OC by @sweethearticism | 1.4k
⚠️: Fratoshi x FWB!Reader, fluff, suggestive, VERY light angst, pining, Reader has a weak stomach, Satoshi loves taking care of you
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Hello! Please just tell me if you’d prefer not to get tagged in my Satoshi fics, hehe :) I just really love this character n he is now my fanfic obsession !! This is a self-indulgent fic :)
“No way, ‘Toshi!!” You huff as he offers to take you around the city on his motorcycle.
He laughs at your childish pouting and crosses his arms over his chests. His biceps were snug under his black tee that he lazily threw on after your fun time.
“C’mon, babydoll. You’re a big girl, no?” He coos.
“Don’t talk to me like we’re in bed…” You answer shyly.
“We aren’t?”
“Satoshi!” You whine.
Your past hookups were nothing like this. It was always just sex—a release of frustration. However, you’ve grown to like Satoshi… maybe a little too much.
The moon was high, and the breeze was cold. It was around 2AM, and everyone’s already left from the party his frat threw. His offer was tempting, but your fears were getting the best of you.
Satoshi watched as you contemplate; the gentle gust of wind carrying your hair so gracefully like it was too shy to blow it away from your face. He sounds like an idiot in his mind, gushing about a sex friend.
“What if I fall?”
He scoffs. “You won’t.”
“That’s not reassuring.” You deadpan.
“It’s the truth. The truth is meant to reassure you.”
“It’s not reassuring me!”
“What? You wanna sit upfront like a baby?”
“No, I don’t wanna get on at all.” You cross your arms, mimicking his authoritative stance. “When you asked me if I wanted to have some fun, I thought you meant something like sex in your car…” You mumble the last part.
“Is that what you want?” He smirks as you struggle to maintain eye contact.
“Not anymore.”
His body relaxes as he tries a different approach with you. “Tell you what.”
“What?”
Before he answers, he holds your hands in his, warming them up by rubbing. “If you go with me, we can stop by a fast food place. You like that, right? ‘m sure you’re hungry after what we did, no?”
You nod. “Can’t we just walk…?”
“You? You’d rather walk?” He says in disbelief, looking you up and down. You, who was such a princess everywhere she went, wants to walk instead of just getting on his fucking bike?
“Yeah…”
He sighs. “C’mon, pretty. What’s the harm in trying something new?”
“A lot actually.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“I know…”
Then, he had an amazing idea pop up. “What if you were straddling me?”
“Huh? Is that even allowed?”
“Well, not really, but I’m wayyy bigger than you, so it cancels out. Plus, I’m pretty sure you’d still be able to place your feet on the footrest below the pillion.”
“Pillion?”
“The seat you’re too scared to sit on.” He jests.
“For good reason.”
“Well, what we’re about to do is more dangerous than just you embracing my waist from behind.”
“But I’m scared…”
Satoshi breathes out a chuckle. “I know, pretty.”
“So, are you ready to get on now?”
You nod.
“The pillion or d’you wanna straddle your daddy?” He laughs at his own joke that he kind of meant.
You didn’t even bother to acknowledge his insane statement. “Dunno…”
He was really really REALLY trying to hold his frustrations in, but you just made it increasingly hard. “Babydoll! Choose, for fuck’s sake!”
“Pillion… I don’t wanna be pulled over…” You mumble.
“We won’t be. Choose what makes you the most comfortable, sweetheart.”
“Then, um… I wanna straddle…”
He smirks like it was his plan all along. “Great pick, sweets!”
Satoshi hops on his vehicle and puts a helmet on himself and on you. “Is that good?”
“Yeah…”
“Good, I got that for ya last week.” He says.
You were never more thankful to be wearing a helmet because you could feel the reddening of your cheeks at his words. He got you a helmet? You mentally facepalmed, realizing how low you’ve set the bar for men. He thought about you once, big deal!
After, he makes sure the helmets were snug and adjusted, he lifted you up to sit in front of him. He was warm, almost comforting.
“You sure you don’t wanna face forward? I’m sure you’ll enjoy it after a few tears.”
“Tears?”
“Yeah, you’re a big crybaby. I’m sure you’ll cry first before calming down and enjoying the ride.”
You wish you could say he was wrong.
“I’ll face forward…”
“Atta girl!” He praises.
You smile to yourself as he gave your arm a gentle squeeze before starting the engine. Earlier today, he made sure to check his components so that the bike wouldn’t be too loud. He can’t ever startle his girl!
Your heart was pounding out of your chest as your ears picked up every little sound. At first, you kept a tight grasp on his hoodie, deathly afraid of flying away. Satoshi didn’t do anything but laugh.
However, after a few sniffles, you really started to enjoy the open road. The breeze felt so good; you felt so free.
“Enjoying, baby?” He asks loudly.
“Mhm!” You respond, slowly lightening your hold on his top.
“Yeahh! Good girl!” He praises as he speeds up on the empty highway.
After a while, you and Satoshi came to a stop—your favorite fast food place! You felt a little woozy after standing up, so Satoshi made sure to keep you close.
“Woah, slowly, pretty. We’re in no rush…”
“I think I’m gonna throw up…”
He holds your hair up and leads you to an open drain. You threw up all the alcohol you drank from the party earlier. After that, you looked up at him with a pout as he wiped your lips on his shirt. He lifts it up, exposing his abs to the cold air.
“Sorry, ‘Toshi…” You say shyly.
Satoshi only chuckles as he cleaned you up. “Don’t be. I knew the risks of having a cutie like you on my bike.”
He kisses the apple of your cheek and pats your head.
“Let’s go, let’s get you water and proper food, yeah?”
You nod. “M’kay…”
Satoshi sits you in a quiet booth before ordering for the both of you. He orders something he knows you like, and a different meal for himself, so you can choose what you want later.
He comes back with two trays and two meals. “Ready to feast, sweetheart? Ow does yow tummy still huwt?” He says the last few words in a baby voice that made you visibly cringe.
“Not funny…”
“It’s pretty funny.”
You pout and ignore him as he sat beside you. He rubs your back gently, trying to comfort you. “You’re such a baby.”
“I’m not…”
“You are…” He says as he actively tries to feed you. Sometimes, he’s rough, but he also knows when to be gentle. He only ever really applies that knowledge to you though.
You lean on him and start sniffling. Satoshi freezes. “Sweetheart? What’s wrong…?”
“Oh, baby…” He coos as tears start streaming down your face.
“‘Toshi…”
“Yes, baby?”
“I don’t know why I’m crying…” You mumble. The human mind is weird, no? One moment, you’re crushing on your 6’3 with legs for days hookup; then the other, you’re crying of embarrassment even through his reassurance.
Satoshi chuckles and hugs you to his side, drawing circles on your waist. “Don’t cry, sweets. ‘You embarrassed? Is that it?”
“Kinda… I guess… I dunno…” You respond.
He tilts your chin up to face him. “You’re such a crybaby. You know I’d kiss you even with puke-stained lips.”
“Ew!! ‘Toshi!!” You whine and laugh at the same time.
“Ah! There she is!” He pinches your cheek. “Let’s fuel up, yeah?”
You nod and smile. God, he really knew just how to hold your heart. What scared you is how easily he could crush it. You hoped he wouldn’t.
After eating, you sit outside on the curb for a while, enjoying the fresh air. You were now wearing Satoshi’s hoodie while he checks his phone—4AM, thousands of notifications, and too many pictures of you.
He doubles down and calls out for you. “Sweetheart, look at the camera f’me.”
You did as you were told, putting on your best smile. Fuck, you made his heart skip a beat.
Satoshi takes a moment to look over your picture. Then, he held his hand out for you to take. “Ready to go, pretty?”
“Mhm…”
You both walk to his motorcycle. This time, you were straddling him. You hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest, afraid that he’d disappear if you let go.
Before revving the engine, he places a kiss on your lips—chaste and soft, making sure his tongue piercing teases your bottom lip a little bit. “Relax, I’ve got you, sweet girl…”
The twins! There’s nerdjo 🤭and then there’s fratjo too ig, I was really excited when i saw nerdjo trending so I grabbed the opportunity to draw him hehe
SATORU GOJO who couldn’t help but laugh until he was breathless when he found you, his silly girlfriend, tangled to a tree.
He had received an alert on his phone, one that notified him of your location. He was your mission partner, emergency contact, and your boyfriend of four years who had seen you in similar situations before, after all — just how many times can one person get stuck quite literally everywhere?
He raised his black blindfold to prove a point, to let you see his blue eyes scanning you from head to toe. What a ridiculous sight. You before him, your wrists bound together above a branch by unusually strong vines, all with a small pout on your face.
“Baby,” he said with amused disbelief. “How-“
“I don’t wanna talk about it, just help me!”
Oh, he laughed yet again, shaking his head as he approached you and placed his large hands on your hips.
“I’m starting to think I shouldn’t ever let you out of my sight, huh?” Soft lips were pressed against your cheek. “You’re just so clumsy. What am I gonna do with you?”
Those large hands of his no longer found home with your hips. Instead, they traveled down to your thighs. He raised them, parted them, moved himself in between them — with your skirt raised, your legs were now hooked around his hips, and the wet warmth that started to build up in between them was met with his hard, clothed bulge.
“Now isn’t the time for you to act like a . . . like a whore, Toru! Someone could show up,” you pouted slightly, though you started to squirm with need.
“You ever hear of manifestation?” He whispered into your ear. “Someone said they always wanted to try bondage, now look at you, pretty girl. All tangled up. This is your fault, ya know.”
“No, it’s your fault. You shouldn’t have left me alone.”
“Oh? Can I apologize to you, then?”
It was a slow, needy grind. One at first. But the soft moans that escaped you hardened his cock until it was painful, and what was originally one grind became a series of soft humps.
“Clothes are in the way,” you mumbled.
He didn’t respond, only because the world’s strongest sorcerer was much too busy trying to determine if he should free his aching cock from the clothing that confined him, but no. Damn it all, he’d cum right in his pants. Sliding himself along your sensitive clit buried beneath your panties was enough.
“Would you think I’m pathetic for cumming right now?” He moaned — or whined, perhaps, he didn’t know, he didn’t care — and continued, “because I can’t hold it.”
Though he asked you a question, he ripped away every opportunity for you to answer by capturing your mouth in a deep kiss, tongue rubbing against tongue, much like how he rubbed himself against you.
And as his uniform darkened from the spray of cum leaking from his cock and dampening both his clothes and yours, as he removed your panties, got down on his knees, hooked your legs over his shoulders, and sucked your clit into his greedy mouth, he was grateful to have a ditzy girlfriend who was clumsy enough to get herself tangled up to a tree branch.
Perhaps, if he were lucky, you’d get stuck in the dryer next.
synopsis . After losing your precious attention to his dorkier twin brother Toru (nerdjo), Sato (fratjo) decides to take matters into his own hands by corrupting his brother into being more like him. Unfortunately for him, Toru’s too strong willed to fall for his tricks and Sato ends up being the one with quite the personality switch by the end of the night.
content . afab!reader, more porn with plot, attempted corruption, praise, eventual threesome, Sato causes a slight scene, partying, possessiveness, jealousy, pervertedness, humiliation kink, filth, begging, a whiny Sato, whimpering, dry humping, confessions, panty fucking, teasing, tit play, obsession, reverse cowgirl, degrading, dom!reader at times, crying, dacryphilia, edging/orgasm denial, pet names, mentions of panty stealing, cock stepping, overstim, dirty talk, Sato has a pain kink, slapping, drama, voyeurism, alcohol, drunk sex, squirting, frat!kuna & frat!geto appearances, dom!nerdjo, oral sex, semi-public sex, etc.
word count . 10.8k | author's note: banner art from here! the plot was inspired by a tiktok comment i saw under that same post btw!! this is technically a part two of this, but they can be read separately. lil’ teasing surprise at the end btw, hope u enjoy! ;)
In your defense for a second time, he begged for it to happen.
Sato Gojo was never one to do that. He was much too prideful and egotistical to ever let a lowly please slip from his perfectly rosed lips. Especially not towards you.
You were a mere fling—albeit his favorite—a warm body to sleep next to on the coldest nights, and a damn good fuck for when he needed one. That’s all Sato swore you were to him. Nothing more, and absolutely nothing less.
So, why did it irk him so much to constantly see you paying attention to anyone that wasn’t him? To the point where he spends all his time begging for just a sliver of it for himself…
——
Simply put: Sato is an idiot.
One tall, stupidly handsome, and annoying charming idiot.
For him to have spent so many months playing around with you and your feelings while subconsciously neglecting his own has got to be the dumbest thing he’s ever done in his life. And to make matters alarmingly worse, it took his brother stepping into the picture for him to realize all this.
You and Toru had a relationship Sato could only ever dream of having with you.
Toru was polite and sweet, the picture perfect boyfriend without even being your boyfriend. He always listened to you, cared for you in ways no other had, and brought you to unimaginable heights of pleasure time and time again.
All things of which Sato had many opportunities to do for you in the past but failed on one too many occasions. The straw that broke the camel’s back in your relationship with the frat brother was his whole obsession and ordeal with wanting to make you squirt without putting in the true effort it took to get you there.
Now it had been months since that took place but the memory of it all still bothered Sato to no end.
Especially since he had to live with the results of his wrongdoings every day.
Toru would parade about the Gojo household with the happiest expressions on his face, beaming about the smallest things you said or did. The elder twin by six seconds had to hear his nerdier sibling giggling wee hours into the night whilst on the phone with you, taking up all your time and attention.
Sato tried to go back to the way things were with you and text or call you over like nothing ever happened, but you were slowly making it quite clear that things were over between you both.
The cherry on top of it all had to be the days Toru invited you over and you’d show up promptly—the two of you disappearing into that dork’s bedroom for hours upon hours.
On those days, Sato would have his ear pressed up against the singular wall between he and Toru’s bedrooms. He hated how nosy he’d become over the past few months but could you blame him? He missed how things were.
Like, really missed it.
The muffled sound of your voice alone was enough to prompt a twitch from in between Sato’s legs. Sure, he had other women he could call to help him take care of the arising issue but none of them were you.
Your chuckles at whatever yapping fact Toru gave to you was all it took to have Sato’s hips adjusting themself. He missed being the one making you laugh, even though it happened only so often—considering he used to focus on getting moans out of you instead of sounds of amusement.
So now here he was, pathetically longing for a woman who his brother treats ten times better than he ever could.
Sato knows he fucked up, he knows he should apologize and just try to be better.
And yet, he doesn’t at all work towards doing any of that.
Instead, the only thing he works up is a plan for himself. One of which he was so very sure would work out for him.
The night this plan comes to forition is one where he’s listening to the sounds of you and Toru ravishing one another.
From start to finish, Sato had his ear pressed firmly against the wall so he wouldn’t miss a sound.
You came in Toru’s room needier than normal, Sato could hear it in the way you spoke to his brother—how Toru would stammer on his words with the way you’d press your body against him.
Even though Sato couldn’t see what was happening, he had good enough ears to hear and then picture what was taking place rather vividly.
“I thought you said you had a surprise for me?” Toru had squawked as awkwardly as ever, his tone uneven due to his rising nervousness.
You were sitting on top of him with your arms wrapped around his neck and your tits pressed neatly into his firm chest. “I do.” You whispered, pressing another soft kiss into his lips.
He cutely tries to push himself closer for more as your mouth draws away from him seconds after but he just barely misses. Batting those pretty blue eyes up at you from behind his glasses, “But, you didn’t bring a bag with you or anything. What kinda surprise is it?”
“You’re holding it, silly,” You purred before moving past his face and then down, peppering kisses into his jawline and then down to his neck.
“O-Oh,” Toru gulped and the hands he had resting against your hips suddenly grip the fabric of your shirt—well, his shirt that you so politely stole from him a few weeks ago.
He told you that you could keep it since he thought you looked pretty in it but, truth be told, he knew if you returned the shirt to him it’d just end up stuffed against his nose while he wrapped his fingers around his cock and got off to the scent of you.
Toru was quite the pervert, after all.
Which is another thing the twins seem to have in common aside from dashing looks. Along with their mutual obsession with you.
The shirt on your body is carefully adjusted as Toru’s fingers slip beneath the fabric to brush against your bare skin, steadily trailing up. Your lips are still at his neck and the moment he feels your tongue dart out, his hips unconsciously roll up.
You feel his cock hardening beneath you and instantly rock forwards to create some friction between you both. “You’re my surprise?” Toru whispers out shakily as his body gets increasingly hot from your touches.
He feels your lips curve against his neck as you smile, “C’mon, I thought you were supposed to be the smart twin?” You teased.
To which he let off a short huff and rolled his eyes, “I am the smart twin.” He argued, “Just… not when it comes to uh, this stuff.”
At the sound of that, you pull back so that you could meet eyes with him. “Toru you’re literally the only guy who’s ever made me squirt,” You remind him rather bluntly, watching as crimson flushes over his cheeks. One of your hands lift to run through the smooth whites of his hair and his head leans back with your touch, blue eyes lowering. “If you want your surprise, you’ll have to find it.”
He bats his lashes up at you and you slowly watch as that hidden confidence of his takes over within his expression. “Always making me work for things, huh?” Toru puffs.
Then, before you can quite respond, the grip he has on you tightens and he lifts you up in one fell swoop.
“Toru!” You gasp, trying to keep your legs wrapped around him for support as you go up into the air.
You’re tossed down onto the plush of his bed seconds later as if you didn’t weigh a thing and he makes you watch him drag his shirt up over his head flawlessly. And there it is again, those clean cut lines ‘n creases that are so perfectly bulked at his torso—all tight and defined in a way that damn sure doesn’t match the dorkish look he carries on his face all the time.
You’ve laid eyes on his abs more times than you can count by now but every time your brain stutters to process the sight. Where Sato was bulky in ways that he often showed off, Toru seemed to have this sleeper build that he kept hidden to most.
The details of your relationship was never clear—and it didn’t have to be—but he was only showing you this side of him.
His hands tenderly move to your legs and he pushes them apart to make room for himself. Slotting in between and hovering over you with his arms caging your head, “I thought about you all day, y’know,” Toru whispers. “Then you come over with a surprise for me. Do you even realize what that does to me?”
His eyes are hungry on yours, heavy hips slowly rolling down so you can feel the answer to his question through the weighty hardness of his dick. It’s already bulging against his sweats, leaking from the swollen pinkened head and waiting for even more of your attention.
Part of him worried that by the time he found this little surprise of yours, he’d have already came in his pants.
That happened rather often with you too. After crushing on you from afar for so long, it took him some time to adjust to having you in real life instead of in those nasty fantasies he had of you before.
Toru’s hand shuffles down in between your bodies to tug your (his) shirt up off of you, leaning back and then gaping at what lays beneath.
There’s a nasty dribble of precum building up against his tip in reaction to the sight of lacy blue hugging your tits. Your surprise for him was nothing more than lingerie in his favorite shade of blue.
“You spoil me,” He whispers, working that shirt further up and soon completely off your body.
Then he leans down to kiss at all your exposed skin before you could even respond. His lips were a wet mess against your neck, slipping down to your collarbone and leaving a slick trail of hickeys and love bites to silently claim you as his own.
He’d never tell you but he often tried to leave marks on you just for his twin brother to see. Toru wanted nothing more than for Sato to be jealous of his newfound relationship with you.
Especially since you told him that Sato was never allowed to leave such things across your body before. It was yet another thing that made Toru feel like he was the favored Gojo sibling.
Whether or not that was true remained unknown.
His kisses eventually met your collarbones as his hands tugged your bottoms down. Then his eyes flicked into that direction and he nearly came at the sinful reveal below him. The lingerie set you wore was a picture of perfection in his eyes.
It complimented your skin tone, highlighted your very best features, and made his cock twitch stupidly in excitement.
The exhale that falls from Toru’s lips sounded nothing short of feral, his brows twisting up as a soft whine from his throat follows shortly after.
He runs his fingers over the lace of your panties, tracing the delicate edges and shifting his positioning so that his hips could be flush with yours—his leaking bulge sneaking closer to press against your pussy lips.
Toru's always had an obsession with your panties. Even before when you were wrapped up in his asshole of a brother, he always found a pair of your panties lingering around somewhere in his room. You were unaware of it, of course, but the Gojo twins had been quite the panty thief for some time now.
Hooking a finger under your current pair, Toru draws an upward pull from the fabric and watches as it snugs against your cunt, creating the cutest outline as your puffy lips soak the lace.
“Fuck, that's hot,” He grunts as his brows twist up.
Then his hand leaves your body for a few seconds to remove the rest of his clothing, tugging his cock out and letting it hover over your pussy whilst you remained clad in your surprise set.
“Toru,” You murmured all pliantly.
His pupils nearly dilated from the sound alone, flying up to your face as he wrapped a hand around his cock. Toru stroked himself a couple times to your expression before he looked back down and furrowed his eyebrows.
This was a thing he did constantly whenever he focused on something. It was something you found oh-so-cute. You loved watching his lips push out ever so slightly as he let his attention fixate on something.
“I’m sure this was expensive,” He husked out, running a thick thumb down the center of your panties and noting how your hips faintly lift as if to guide his touch to where you want him.
The gesture makes his lips twitch.
Then he slowly tips his head to the side, “I don’t wanna ruin it.” Toru tells you while inching his bobbing cock forward. The feeling of his plump head glossing against your folds makes you flinch, “But I do wanna appreciate it—and you—properly.”
Toru takes his dick into his hands and swabs the tip up and down your slit, purposefully grinding forward whenever he gets up to your clit just to tease you. You let off a string of breathy moans in reaction and a dopey grin sprawls out at his lips.
Slowly, Toru lifts his cock and then slaps it back down against your cunt with soft taps, listening to the cute squelch that shyly rings out as he does so. You feel his stout head flick across your clit, swatting against the throbbing bundle of nerves just to earn more eager sounds out of your throat.
"Is this your way of appreciating both? By teasing me?" You ask with a pout tugged out across your lips.
Your words seem to go through one ear and out the other due to Toru's incapability of focusing on multiple things at once. It's hard when you're prettily soaking up a set you purchased and wore just for him. How is he meant to think straight at all?
Part of him wants to find a way to brag about this to his brother later but he knows he's too shy and humble to ever go do such a thing. At first glare from Sato, Toru would clam back up and probably forget about this whole thing.
The sound of his name being whispered and a hand poking at his leaky tip makes him snap out of his selfish thoughts, gaze finally rising to your face again. "H-Huh?" Toru squeaks.
You let your finger round his cockhead, collecting the precum that's resting there before moving your hand further down his length and adjusting your hips, "You zoned out on me. Do you not like—"
"I do," He cuts off, body relaxing under your touch as he sighs. The nerve of you to lay there and try to suggest something like that as if he wasn't seconds away from cumming on that gorgeous ass set of yours! "Sorry, I was uhm.. I was thinking about bragging about this to my brother."
"There won't be much to brag about if you keep that up." You huff.
His cock rudely slaps at your pussy, "Like hell there won't."
Happy to have him focused again, you smile up at the man and then watch as he hooks a long finger under the fabric of your panties—tugging them over to the side to reveal your soppy cunt. Toru gulps as if he hadn't seen it multiple times prior to this, letting the thick of his thumb greet your clit with a languid little roll.
You moan and he compliments that by taking his free hand to gather the rest of his cock into his palm, pushing forward and poking at your entrance just to feel how you throb around him. The feeling spurs him into teasing you more so he pulls your panties up and then thrusts.
A heightened gasp rings out of your mouth at the mean feel of nothing entering you. Toru had thrusted himself against your pussy instead of in, releasing the fabric he'd pulled to the side and instead moving his hands to your thighs to sprawl them further open.
"What are you-," Your words fall flat as you watch him—his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose a bit before his expression contorted into something purely sinful.
His cock slid back and forth against your folds, your slick having wet up everything in the area. Toru got breathy within a matter of seconds whilst you began to whine for him to slip inside you.
Ignoring you, he uses one of his hands to adjust your panties and pull it over his tip, quickly fucking himself into the fabric. You feel the weight of his shaft gliding over your clit in dizzying motions, every trailing vein felt twitching over you. The width of his dick causes your folds to sloppily part around him as his grinding causes a nasty slosh of arousal to echo out from in between the two of you.
"I told you," Toru pants, angling himself down closer to you. "I don't wanna ruin this since I know it's-, hahh, fuck... expensive." With his explanation comes a heavier roll of his hips and your face twists up with how stupidly good his cock feels teasing you.
"Then fuck me in it," You demand rather brattily. This attitude of yours wasn't one he was unfamiliar with. Hell, he's learned how to deal with it quite well over time.
Scoffing as his tone leaves with notable sarcasm, "That's not fair to the lingerie," Toru argues with a smirk on his face, his breath hitching at your pussy idly throbbing around nothing. It was almost dizzying how he could feel everything without being in you, "A-And I cum inside you all the time... Maybe it'd be good for me to cum on this instead."
You pout, "But-"
Toru cuts you off by rutting his cock back 'n forth more methodically, letting its heaviness bump up against and around your clit. Putting on this innocent-like tone, "Doesn't that feel good?" he asks.
You try not to roll your eyes from not getting exactly what you want, "Yes, but-"
"Then hush," He coos, hip bucking forward and causing his tip to get caught on the soiled fabric, more of your combined juices spilling out through it. "Jus' focus on how it feels, nothing more."
"Toru," You whine in protest.
He ignores the sound—just barely—and quickly moves his hand to push his glasses up on his face, "Fuck, you're so wet." Toru points out in tandem with being able to see things more clearly. "Makin' it so easy to slide against you."
Then you glance down and nearly drool at the sight. The head of his cock is evenly flushed over with glazed shades of pink, filthily slathered in slick 'n cum, and sticking out against your panties.
When he tugs his hips back, you nibble on your bottom lip to conceal yet another moan. The draaaag of his cock is what had you all tense with pleasure. It almost felt like he was truly fucking you and yet he hadn't even put his tip inside.
You adored the intimacy you found with Toru. Whenever you really wanted him to fuck you, he would. But after dealing with his asshole of a brother who only ever fucked you—you think you quite relish in this side of sex.
Even though you know Toru only does this because he gets off on teasing you like crazy. Hell, he ends up cumming within the next few minutes just from fucking your panties while your spread pussy glosses him up with every thrust.
It was such a nasty sight too. Toru lost his breath entirely somewhere between his thrusting, his hips unconsciously bucking forward whilst he struggled to keep your panties in place so he could watch his cock slip 'n slide against it, catching how the expensive fabric streeetched out until it eventually ripped with a loud cloth-like tear.
You had gasped at the sound and he tried to quickly distract you with kisses, his tongue slotting in between your lips before he double downed with his distraction and angled his cock down into you. You both had made enough of a mess for him to slip right in.
Then a broken gasp of your name was hushed out against your lips in a searing pant, his eyes rolling back and his glasses falling off entirely just to land on your face. You managed to snicker at feeling them, moving your hands to cup his cheeks into your palms, and then helping to put his eyewear back on.
"Hold them f'me," He hushed out just as his tip met the back of your cunt with a greedy smooch!
You kept your hands in place, fingers a bit shaky while he began to finally fuck you properly. The fabric of your lingerie was well tattered against your thighs now—soiled with a mix of obscenity—but neither of you really cared at the moment.
His cock was doused in his own cum, easily bucking another load into your sweetly clenched pussy as he whispered soft praises into your lips. All while you held his glasses against his face to stop them from falling again—loving the way they fogged up whenever his thrusts became especially erratic.
Meanwhile, Sato was a mess within his room. Because of all the whispered conversation, he could barely hear what was going on. His ears caught a moan or two but that—unfortunately—wasn't enough to get him off. By the time you and Toru finish up in there, Sato's left blue-balled 'n uncomfortable.
He thinks he caught the gist of what happened but he's not entirely sure, which pissed him off to no end.
So that plan of his from earlier? The one that he almost called it quits on, yeah, it's coming back in motion with full force.
——
It's simple too.
All he wants to do is drag that dorky brother of his to a couple parties and possibly get him to harp over someone else-, hell, anyone that's not you for once. And hopefully, this'll work long enough for Sato to steal a moment with you.
He could barely remember the last time he had a proper conversation with you up until he runs into you one weekend.
You're over at the Gojo estate for the hundredth time and he manages to catch you alone in the kitchen.
He spots you digging through the fridge as he's just coming out the pantry, his entire posture stiffening up at the mere sight of you. For a split second, he debates on turning around and ducking back into the pantry before you spot him.
Which... is weird considering he's never felt such a shy instinct gnaw at him like this before. It's just you, the same woman he's charmed time and time again. Surely not that much has changed between the two of y—
Your eyes suddenly land on him and he feels his heart sink to his ass as if he'd been caught doing something he had no business doing. You cock a brow his way, letting your gaze flock up and down his body to size him and his uncharacteristically awkward posture up. Him and his brother really shared more traits than either of them realized.
Whatever snack he had in his hands begin to slip and he fumbles with the item for a moment, causing you to snort as you look off to save him from further embarrassment. You're hardly sure why you do that, considering all the heartache he'd given you in the past.
Clearing his throat, "Didn't know you were here already, sorry." Sato says, the naturally suaveness of his tone highlighting the few differences between he and his brother. The levels of confidence between the two was hardly comparable, no matter how bumbling Sato seemed to be around you now.
You shrug, "I've been here for an hour. Toru's in the study and I figured I'd grab something to eat." Part of you wanted to add how if you knew he was in here too, you probably would've gone hungry for a little longer. "I'm surprised you're here and not at a party or something."
His eyes widen a little at that before he blurts out, "That was a lie, by the way."
"Huh?" You blink.
"What I said," His hand moves to the scratch the back of his neck—another thing the twins do when nervous—and he sighs, "I knew you were here, I dunno why I said I didn't. I was even hoping to talk to you."
Sato steps closer and you instinctively step back, to which his heart reacts weirdly. It was almost like you'd silently rejected him just now. Something of which he really wasn't used to.
Folding your arms, "Talk to me about what?" you ask.
Your body language around him now was entirely different than what he remembered it to be last. The distance between you two, how you looked at him as if you carried no more interest in him, and even the careful way in which you carried yourself in his presence. He felt like a stranger to you—while standing in his own home!
"There's uh," Shit, his words weren't even leaving him like they normally do. He never used to have this many verbal pauses around anyone. "There's this party—which is funny since you just mentioned me being at one—and I.. Well, I wanted to see if you and Toru would come."
You weren't buying that one bit. Humming, "Oh." before your brows furrow and your eyes run over his face suspiciously, "You don't normally invite Toru to parties. Actually, I don't think you've ever invited him to one."
Sato shrugs, "Maybe I'm trying something new." When he sees the roll of your eyes that earns, he lets out a sigh, "And I have invited him to parties before, he just doesn't like going to them."
"So why are you trying to get him to go now?" You press.
"'Cause I know you can help me convince him to come," He fires right back.
To which you take slight offense, "Ah, so you're using me." you scoff, "Again."
"N-No, shit, wait. That's not what I'm doing." Sato emphasizes while stepping closer again, noticing how you don't move back this time. "I just think it would be good for him to get out some more, I've always thought that. And before you, I never had anyone or anything to help me convince him to see that."
You're not entirely sure you're convinced here but, you go along with it, "Right..." Then you keep your brow raised and don't let him think for a second that you're not still skeptical of the whole thing. "Well that still doesn't change the fact that he doesn't like parties, like you said."
"He might if he gave them a chance," Sato suggests, "Especially one with me. You'd know that better than anyone else."
You look off to the side at that. He wasn't wrong there, you were one of the main people he used to drag to every party he could get into; having you on his arm for a good half of it until he got distracted by one of his frat brothers or even some other chick.
"I guess." You concede softly.
Sato smiles, "See? And I promise to keep an eye on him, make sure nobody drags him into anything stupid. He is my brother, after all."
You should've known better than to trust him when he said that but—if you were being honest with yourself here—Sato seemed pretty sincere, "Fine. I'll ask him"
"Thank you," He beams after, genuine appreciation gleaming through his eyes as he stares down at you.
Though, you felt as though that was less about your agreement and more about the proximity. Which is ultimately why you pull yourself away and quickly make you way out of the kitchen.
For your first conversation with him in months, it didn't go nearly as bad as either of you thought it might've.
——
And luckily for Sato, things work out perfectly.
When he went to tell his brother the details of the party they'd be attending, Toru didn't seem too put off by the idea like he had been in the past. In fact, by the time said party comes about, things go quite according to plan for Sato.
Loudly thumping music had the frat house walls rattling, the base hitting hard enough for you to feel it all throughout your body as you walked in. It was quite the cliche but you didn't mind it much, considering this used to be your usual weekend scene. Plastic red cups could be spotted in every other pair of hands, bodies were rolling against one another, and you could hear the distant sounds of excited shouting over the music.
You were loosely holding Toru's hand as the two of you walked in together, feeling his fingers tighten against you due to the number of people gathered about. His hold only seemed to loosen when Sato spotted the two of you and came walking over with his usual shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
"See? S'not that bad, is it?" He greets loudly, swiftly moving to Toru's free side and slinging an arm over the man's shoulder to tug him closer.
Toru's body is shuffled into his older brother's, having to move a hand to stop his glasses from going all crooked against his face. Clearing his throat whilst his eyes nervously fly around the party, "There's uhm, there's a lot of people here."
Sato snorts, "Astute observation, four eyes." he teases before pulling him further to steer him deeper into the room.
Just as Toru gets his glasses properly adjusted on his face, he feels heat flush into his cheeks at the sight of heads turning their way. The reason why he doesn't like coming to parties—especially with his brother—is quickly highlighted for him again.
An assortment of reactions fly out from different people as they look at the two twins together. The sound of someone saying, "No way there's two of them," almost makes you snort as you keep close behind them, letting the siblings bask in the oncoming attention from partygoers.
Before you realize it, there's a mild crowd forming near and around the two of them. You recognize a few faces—courtesy of being here with Sato so many times before—and send a wave out to some. Amid the excitement, you manage to catch a great deal of questions flying their way.
'Sato when did you start wearing glasses?' Directed at Toru jokingly. 'Are you two actually twins?' Asked to the both of them, as if their identical looks were a mere coincidence or something. 'Where have you been hiding all this time?' Toru receives that one and even though you can't see it, you could vividly picture how that makes him blush.
The final question you hear before walking off is an idiotic one of, 'Which one's which?'
God, it was chaotic.
So much so that you end up slipping back as that crowd grows larger, a sense of fondness stirring up in your chest since you'd had your fair share of the both of them before anyone else here. That, and the general feel of the party reminded you once more that you used to be dead center at these events with Sato every other weekend.
Which is exactly why you knew how to slip away easily.
Someone hands you a drink as you scope out the rest of the scene, you laugh at jokes made as you walk between people, and ultimately allow the party to wrap itself around you completely.
——
The party wasn't bad at all for you or the twins. Hell, you might even say it went perfectly.
Or, it was going perfectly. Y'know, until you made the mistake of running into Geto and Sukuna in the kitchen.
You were standing in between the two catching up on things that'd happened since the last time you'd seen them, pretending not to notice how they both looked at you. Fairly enough, back when Sato used to drag you here, the two knew better than to set their eyes on you the way they were right now.
But, since it had been so long, they'd forgotten all about that.
Geto was the closest to you, his head all tilted as he watched every word slip past your alcohol-slicked lips. Meanwhile Sukuna was on the other side keeping his husky voice low and greedy eyes lazy as they trailed down your figure.
You could feel the tension between the three of you building but, whether or not you wanted to go somewhere with it was unknown to you.
Meanwhile, a pair of annoyed azure eyes bored over the three of you. The sounds of surrounding people dulled out in Sato's ears as he watched from a distance, feeling his jaw unconsciously tighten whenever Sukuna's arm would brush over yours or whenever you laughed at something Geto said.
It only pissed him off even more to see you allowed the two to be all over you like that.
Seeing that happen with Toru was one thing—at least he and Sato shared the same face—but those two? Yeah, that wasn't sitting right in his heart at all.
Shit, it was almost worse.
Before he even realizes what he's doing, Sato tosses his head back to down the rest of the drink in his cup and then taps at his brother's arm. "Hey, you remember that one game I told you about?" He asks, taking his eyes off of you for a second, "The card game?"
Toru blinks innocently, "The probability one..?"
Sato nods, "Yeah.. Yeah, that one," He doesn't even remember himself. But, if this would serve as a distraction decent enough for him to sneak away from his brother to stop whatever the hell was going on between you and his friends, then fuck it. Snapping his fingers, "These guys over here were just asking me about it but I think you should explain. Since you're better at explaining things than me, y'know?"
Poor eager-to-help Toru looks towards the people Sato was referring to and shrugs, "Uh, yeah. I-I can do that." He stammers as he notices the curious eyes on him. He swallows thickly, "So, the concept is fairly simply. First—"
Anything that's said after that falls on non-listening ears as Sato takes that as his chance to slip away.
He weaves through people, offering half-smiles to those who try and stop him, managing to grab another drink on his way, and eventually making his way towards what really mattered: you.
By the time he gets there, Geto's mid-sentence with you while Sukuna had managed to get a hand onto the small of your back. That ticks Sato clean off.
He doesn't even say anything to either of the men as he pushes past Sukuna and snatches at your arm, tugging you along and causing your feet to stumble against the floor. Your eyes go wide and you shoot curses his way but, he wasn't hearing—nor caring for—any of them.
Sato hauls you all the way upstairs, unknowingly being watched from his twinning pair of eyes as he does so.
His hand on your arm is gripping enough to pain you and despite your half-attempts at pulling away from him, you end up shoved into a room anyway.
The door slams and he pants heavily as he struggles to get a grasp at his own emotions. You're collecting yourself after being flung so easily into the room, straightening up where you stand and scoffing at the sheer audacity of this man.
“Sato, what the hell is wrong with you? I was in the middle of-,” When you turn around, all the words on your tongue seem to die out entirely.
In all your years of living and in all your time of knowing Sato Gojo, never could you have expected to see him down on his knees and peering up at you like a desperate puppy. Pouting rather cutely and letting his hand snake up behind your leg, “Please.” he whispers shortly.
You blink. Then you look around for a bit, trying to decipher whether or not this was something your drunken brain had come up with or if it was real. “Please… what?”
His head tilts and the dim lighting in the room catches against his blue eyes, a soft look noticeable in them now. “Touch me,” Sato continues, pout deepening as he shuffles forwards on his knees. “Look at me, yell at me, give me your attention—something.”
“Are you okay?” You ask with genuine curiosity. It was weird to see him like this all of a sudden. “You’ve been acting strange all night and then you pull me in here for this?”
Ah, so you'd noticed it? You noticed how he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, how he kept steering his brother in the opposite direction of you, and how your talking to Geto and Sukuna drove him absolutely insane?
Sato’s close enough now that his head ends up resting against your thigh and he nuzzles his face into your skin, “You don’t get it.” He insists, “I will do whatever you want-, whatever it takes to get your attention back on me instead of—“
“Toru?” You finish for him.
His jaw tenses as he grits his teeth, “Yeah. Anything it takes to bring you back to me.”
You fall silent for a moment long enough to worry him.
Then, he watches your hand lift in slow motion and his heart-rate spikes immediately. You go to flick that stupid backwards hat of his off the top of his head, hearing it hit the floor with a light little thump, and then thread your fingers through his hair. A shiver runs up his spine and his lashes begin to bat up at you.
Fuck, it'd been so long since he felt your touch that he was on the verge of embarrassing himself even more soon.
Your touch sinks deeper into his hair before you shift your hand down to his face, and eventually his jaw. Cupping it in your palm, you force his head up and tug him closer—still keeping him on his knees—and flash this look at him that makes his cock jump.
He’d never seen you gaze at him so hungrily before. Needy? Sure, plenty of times. But hungry-, starved? Now that was something different.
“…Anything?” You whispered before you drew that plastic red cup of yours up to your mouth and took a slow swig of your drink.
With the way things had been going on this fine night, you were starting to wonder if you were being greedy. Had he not dragged you up here like this, you might've ended up in a new bed with new people...
Sato gulped in tandem with your steady sips. His eyes fawning up at you all doe-like, “Y-Yeah, anything.”
He’d never been on to stutter. Hell, he’s never even been on his knees like this for anyone and yet here he was. But if he had to watch Sukuna and Suguru—of all people—lounge around in your attention any longer than he just did moments ago, he might’ve lost his mind entirely.
Your hand leaves his face and his breath hitches at the loss. “Lean back a bit, Sato.” You direct, watching as he instantly angles his torso back enough for you to see his entire frame below you.
Your body was buzzing from the alcohol and you don't think you ever would've acted on these thoughts of yours had you been sober.
Letting your gaze saunter down his body until it lands on his parted legs, your foot already in between them, the sight thrusts an idea into your head and you end up smiling down at him almost wickedly.
“Now spread,” You hum with a subtle nod of your chin.
His cock twitches again. Then he’s sprawling his legs out further as blush decorates his cheeks. “Like.. like this?” Sato mumbles.
Fuck, he was so embarrassed right now. Why did he do this? Why was he doing this?
Noticing your expression, his answer becomes quite clear.
“Just like that, good boy.” You praise before lifting your leg and soon nudging at his crotch with the tip of your foot—poking the bulge that’d revealed itself there. “I kinda like you like this, y’know.”
He gulps again, trying his damndest to ignore the way precum drooled out of his plump cockhead in reaction to your foot, “Do you?”
You nod, "Mhm. Had I known you were dragging me up here for this, I would've came along willingly."
Sato nearly moans at that. It revealed to him that you somewhat still cared for him, albeit in a sexual context.
You apply some more pressure onto his dick and watch his entire expression break out as he gasps. Then he hunches forward and grabs onto your leg as if to beg for mercy or something, grunting a searingly low, "Fuck."
Moving your gaze further down, you see how cute his cock looks all hard 'n smushed up against his thigh, twitching beneath your foot like he craved more. You wonder faintly if you're being too mean to him with this but, with the way he's breathing against your leg and holding onto you for dear life, you quickly realize he likes it.
You reel your foot back for a few seconds before stepping down harder, causing him to straight up whimper at how deliciously that pains him.
Flipping his head up to look at you with glossy eyes, "More," Sato moans. Then he's rutting his hips and your foot slips down off his crotch. To which he follows by humping your leg.
That seems to catch you by surprise with the way your hand grabs onto his hair and you tug at his head, "Hey, did I say you could do that?"
Something pathetic wisps out of his lungs and he shakes his head, "No, fuck.. m'sorry." He mumbles.
Then he shuffles back again and lets you return your foot to his cock, looking down to watch how you rub against his bulge.
"Don't touch it either, jus' watch." You order rather cruelly. Something burning coils up in his abdomen, perhaps a hungry need to buck his hips up and meet the friction you were so graciously gifting him with.
Sato nods his head obediently and then leans back further so that you could better watch how you were stepping on his cock. His mind feels muddled. He wanted your attention but, he didn't realize he wanted it this badly—to the point where he was letting you treat him like this.
Your foot taps at the head of his dick and he flinches cutely, simpering a whine out from his tongue.
"Aw, that's adorable." You comment with a smile on your face, "Did you always want me to do this to you or are you only like this because I forgot about you for all that time?"
His eyes are hazy as they meet yours and you can tell there's hardly a thought running through that unfairly pretty head of his. "...Both?" He heaves out. The pressure against his cock increases again and his eyes start rolling back, hips unconsciously moving to grind up against your foot. "Ah, f-fuck.." Sato whispers helplessly.
His swollen cock was relishing in the weight that pressed against it, tip sticking to the fabric of his boxers and even beginning to seep through with the liquids as he began to move. The rest of his body felt hot and his mind was taut with sin, drool steadily building up against his lips.
You let your foot smack at his length all meanly and Sato swears he came for a second based on what nearly spurted out of his tip.
Those slightly soaked lashes flutter up at you, his pout deepening as his muscles flex from tension, "M'gonna cum," He warns.
You promptly snatch your foot away and roll your eyes at him, “No you aren’t.”
Oh, at the level of depravity he'd reached, he almost got on all fours to crawl after you as you stepped back instead of further on him.
The only thing that stopped him from doing so was a gentle gesture from your fingers, beckoning him to get up on his feet. He shuffles up messily and you notice the wet spot on his pants where his cockhead is proudly poking at.
Creeping near him again, your smile widens as you lift your eyes up, “How much did you miss me, Sato?”
So much so that his body is burning with the desire to touch you right now...
Not that he says that, though.
Sato's tone is a little breathless from his near orgasm but, he still manages to speak without stuttering. Which should count for something considering how desperate he's gotten. “I almost came from you stepping on my cock, how much do you think?” He huffs sassily.
You slap him.
You don’t know if it was the alcohol resting in your system or simply the heat of the moment but, your hand had flown across his face faster than you could think. You didn’t much care for his sass, especially since you’d spent far too long letting him talk to you and treat you however he wanted.
Sato blinks and stares off into that direction, baffled by the pain sitting on his cheek and the quiver it earned from his dick. He doesn’t even realize he whined as if aroused until his eyes fall on you again.
You look surprised at yourself but then he sees how you’re scrunching your brows at him.
It’s then that Sato realizes he’s smirking at you, his head spinning with the most lustful ideas before he stalks closer to you. “Please,” He nearly groans, “Do that again?”
“What?” You gape. “N-No, I didn’t even mean to—“
“I don’t care,” Sato cuts off. “Slap me again. I-I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, I forgot my place.”
“Your place? What? I—“
“Here,” He drops to his knees again with a heavy thud. “My place is here, remember?”
No, you don’t remember at all. Is he acting like this because of a few minutes ago or has he really gone this crazy? Did all that time truly get him this bad? This desperate for you?
“I’m sorry,” Sato whines, reaching for your hand to pull it to his mouth so he can kiss across your knuckles. “M’so sorry for how I treated you before—how shitty I was.”
“Sato, i-it’s fine, I…” You trail off because of how submissive he looks kissing your fingers as if it’s the only thing keeping him sane. "I didn't even mean to hit you... I just..." Then something clicks in your brain.
His eyes flock up but he doesn’t get long to process why your words had trailed off. The same fingers he was kissing end up in his mouth within only a few seconds.
He groans against your hand and sucks dearly, nodding his head as if to coax you into continuing. “M-Mhmm..” Sato hums.
“God, you're pathetic,” You hum.
He's so hard he feels like he's gonna pass out.
Your fingertips plummet into his mouth, tapping at the back of his tongue. “Sucking on my fingers like this, letting me step on your cock, liking it when I slapped you...” You lean down all of a sudden and his eyes get wide, “Jerking off to the sounds of your brother fucking me…”
Sato feels dizzy now. He wants to pull his mouth away and protest—tell you that it’s not true, that he’s never done that before—but he knows he can’t. He wouldn’t be able to breathe a lie into your direction. Not like this.
So when you take your fingers out his mouth and grab his face to tug his head up again, he thinks his brain turned off entirely.
“How... How do you know about that?" He asks hoarsely.
You slowly lean down to him and shrug, "I heard you moaning my name out one time."
Surprise colors itself into his eyes before he looks away. You tilt your head into that direction and then force him to look at you one more time, inching in fully to catch him by surprise as you kiss him.
His previously turned-off brain comes to life at the feel of your lips against his. The familiarity in which your mouth moves with his is enough to bring him up to his feet again, his hand quick to meet your waist and then pull you in.
“I missed you so fuckin’ much,” Sato sears into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue dives in. “M’sorry for bein’ so stupid, let me make it up to you. Please?”
Who were you to say no to such a thing?
It’s only natural that you indulge in his wishes since it’d been so long.
But, by the time you both tear one another’s clothes off and he’s one layer away from a face full of your pussy—the door to the room you’re in swings open.
Your legs clamp around Sato’s face in reaction and you hear him groan frustratedly.
Standing at the door with a face flushed from alcohol consumption is Toru, who’s wearing the same expression Sato was earlier when he saw you with Geto and Sukuna.
Scoffing, the man steps into the room fully and kicks the door shut behind him. The sound of it locking clicks throughout the air seconds after.
Sato opens his mouth to say something—hoping to protest his twin brother joining in on this, but getting cut off by the glare that’s sent his way from behind perfectly clean frames.
A low, “Move over.” husks past Toru’s lips as he stems closer to the bed and soon into it.
Your legs get stretched further apart and you’re looking at the Gojo twins settle themselves in between them before you have a moment to understand what was going on.
“Tch.” Sato grits out as he's rudely nudged to the side.
"Don't tch me, you can share." Toru argues half-drunkenly, elbowing him slightly.
His older twin has a scowl pressed onto his face now, "Didn't wanna share."
"Cry about it, loser."
"Hey, quit calling me that."
"You've been up here for like thirty minutes 'n still haven't gotten her to squirt," Toru sounded disappointed. "Are you sure you're even a part of the Gojo family?"
Sato quickly takes offense to that—the two of them wrapped up in their bickering and forgetting about you for a moment. "Excuse me? I was the first born, dipshit. M'older than you."
"By six seconds."
"Still older-"
"Hey." You huff, instantly earning both of their eyes back on you. "Less talking and more makin' me feel good, yeah?"
"Yes ma'am," The two breathe out in sync, quickly getting to work.
Toru's mouth latches onto your inner thigh again while Sato goes straight for your cunt—greedy, like always. He ignores your panties being in the way and suckles your taste onto his tongue while tugging the fabric into his mouth.
You felt teeth against your thigh as Toru bit at you here and there, tickling your skin with his tongue afterwords. All while Sato makes his oral muscle quite familiar with the your prettily twitching pussy, salivating against it to let the liquid mix in with the slick collecting against your panties.
Things started out slow between the two of you but got nasty very quickly.
They could only kiss 'n nip at you for so long until Toru looked over and got impatient just from watching the technique his dummy of a brother used to tease you. Palming the side of his twin's face, he shoved him over to the side even more and then scoffed again.
"Lemme show you a thing or two," Toru sighed heavily, moving his hands to your panties and then quickly riiiiiping the fabric that still hugged your cunt. As you're revealed to him, he lets out a sound of relief and greets your lathering folds with a soft kiss. Whispering, "Hey baby. Mmph, miss me?"
When his tongue rolls out his mouth, it's instantaneous how your back begins to arch up. Sato notices it and feels a pang in his chest. He doesn't know why he can't seem to do that with the same ease as his younger sibling.
"Mmnh, Toru!" Then came that gorgeous moan of yours, having the nerve to utter his brother's name as if he hadn't been in the room for much longer so far.
Was he really that bad at making you feel good? Or was there just some sort of bias for the nerd who's currently mumbling filth into your pussy and only ever reeling back to shoot a thick glob of spit onto you?
Having grown tired of not being enough for you, Sato decides to force himself back into the equation by snaking his hand up towards your pulsing hole the moment he sees Toru's tongue glissading up to your clitoral hood—the tip of it catching there before he swats at it.
You're pleasantly surprised to feel two lengthy fingers thrust past that stubborn lil' ring of resistance, spurring a sloppy squelch out in reaction.
Toru's making out with your clit as if he'd never done it before, his tongue clumsily dragging shapes out into it while Sato curls his digits into you. Splatters of your slick fly out onto the both of their faces and you're shamelessly letting your moans fill the room.
It's not long before a gloss of your cum is decorating Sato's entire hand and the lower half of Toru's face. Having both of them work you over the edge was an experience like no other.
Toru lifts his face to spit on his thumb next, moving it to your clit again and swirling his saliva around it as he spells something out. You could just barely make out the letters of their family name being rubbed into you.
“Here, she tastes sweeter when you do this,” Toru instructed in a sultry whisper as he rubs at your clit in sync with Sato’s mouth soon latching onto your slobbering hole.
“Mmgh,” Sato ends up moaning as if heaven itself had just spilled out onto his tongue.
To which his twin tilts his head in awe and then smiles, “Sweet, right?”
“S’fuckin’ sweet,” Sato grumbles, his hips idly rocking against the lower end of the bed for some sort of relief. Adding a low, “Why didn’t I do this before?”
Toru scoffs, “Cause you’re an idiot.”
“Mmph.” Is grumped into you just before you feel Sato pouting against your pussy.
Your puffy lips smear out against his own, leaving a gushing trail against the lower half of his face with the way Toru's insistent thumb never let up on your overstimulated bud.
Even as your legs began to shake, both of their hands had you pinned to the bed as they selfishly got their lusting tastebuds full off of the honeyed slick that continuously oozed out of you.
Sato let his tongue smack at your quivering hole a few times in between his slithering thrusts back in, the thick tip of his tongue grinding against your soft walls to coax more of your juices out.
All as Toru watches and steadily grew proud of his brother for finally using his brain for once. Then he looked up at you and kept his thumb in place as he began to move up. Soon enough, his mouth was meeting yours to let you taste yourself in a smearing kiss.
You had one hand wrapped around Toru to keep him close and the other gripped onto Sato's messier head of hair as his mouth mumbled praises into your pussy.
Your body was quickly being worshiped by the twins as if nothing else could keep them sane. Sato wouldn't let up on your pretty cunt no matter how many times you whined for a break and Toru had made his way to your tits, sucking your perked nipples into his mouth and letting his tongue round the buds in eager fashion.
At the rate they were going, you just knew you'd end up entirely fucked-out sooner rather than later...
"See? If you wanted to make her squirt so bad, all you had to do was work her up to it." Toru says right after popping his slathered mouth off of your swollen nipple, rolling it in between his fingers as he glances down at his pussydrunk twin.
"I can," Sato pants all of a sudden, prying his mouth off of you for the first time in forever, and then looking up at you, "Please let me try again. I can do it this time, I-I'll be patient for it, I'll cater to you, please."
With glossed over eyes, you just barely manage to peer down at the desperate man in between your legs. "You're so cute when you beg," You snicker breathlessly, "C'mere, Sato."
...Was he dreaming? Were you really about to give him another chance?
——
In short, yes!
But, not in the way he'd exactly hoped for.
See, what Sato wanted most was to bring you to that level of pleasure and see the look on your face when it happens.
So when he finds himself dumbly splayed out under you as you ride him in reverse, he's all but frowning grumpily since he can't see a single expression on your face.
He misses how your eyes roll back when you first ease your weepy pussy down onto the erect standing of his cock, how you bite down on your lower kiss-bitten lip to conceal a needy lil' whimper, and how pleasure washes over you completely as the swollen lips of our cunt come flush with his deftly standing base.
The only thing Sato gets to see is the gorgeous arch in your back and the rhythmic recoil 'n slap of your ass while you bounce up and down expertly. His hands are anchored to your hips as his jaw flails open, drool trickled all down his jawline and dripping onto his abs filthily.
It was rare that he let you ride him in the past. The reasoning behind it being the simple fact that he could never handle it!
"O-Ohhh fuck.." Sato groaned out into the air with his head cleanly tossed back.
Your walls were meanly gripping around his aching shaft, causing his mushroomy head to throb ploddingly at the spongey spot inside you. He was forced to watch your pussy sliiiiiiide up 'n down his cock at a pace that ringed such squelchy sounds out into the sir.
"Wait," He panted out in hopes of getting you to listen for just a second. It was hard to believe that this was the same guy who'd fucked you to tears so many times before when he was the one tearing up now. "S'too f-fast. I can't-, hahh.."
His complaints were hardly heard by you since you were quite busy with the man standing over you as you rode him. Another fat cock currently held your attention with the way it dangled in front of your face.
Toru was occupying the same face that Sato desired to badly to see. He had his hand firmly wrapped around his shaft as he tapped your cheek with the rest of his length, coating your skin with his cum and making a complete mess of you.
You'd squeeze around Sato especially tighter with every rude smack of Toru's cock against your face. It was downright whorish the way he was smiling down at you, gaze demeaning from behind those damply fogged glasses of his.
“Focus on the tip, sweet girl.” He told you as he angled his dick downwards to your lips and let the tip smear against the outline of your mouth. He pushed forward just so that his slit drooled specifically onto your bottom lip, smiling when your tongue darts out in response, “Thereeee you go. I like bein’ teased too, see?”
When you nod your head, he takes that as his sign to fully enter your mouth and relishes in the way you swallow him in—the warmth of your mouth enough to make his hand fly to your head to hold onto you. He doesn't even have to say anything for you to start sucking on his cock in the sluttiest way imaginable.
Your tongue laps against the underside of his cock, head reeling back slightly just so you could spit on his tip and then smear the saliva in with a sloppy kiss. Humming, “Mngh!” and causing his balls to feel heavier with the need to release.
While you orally satisfy the nerd in front of you, your hips are swerving and grinding perfectly against Sato—who's still losing his ever loving mind at being inside you again. He's trying to match your movement with a few thrusts of his hips but the one time he does that, he hears you gag on Toru's cock and feels bad.
Not to mention the way it bruises his ego to hear the dork tease you by chuckling, “Fuck, don’t choke.”
To which you soak profusely around Sato.
The only bad thing about all this was the mean fact in which you hadn't let Sato cum.
Toru's been allowed to make a gooey mess on your face, you'd expereined more orgasms than any of you could keep track of—including a stream of squirt that Sato claims to be the cause of—but any time he kindly asked you if he could cum inside you, you'd look back at him and tell him no in the same tone that only made holding it in all the more difficult.
Hence why his voice is barely there now as he heaves out a despairing, “I-I’m gonna pass out if you don’t let me cum,” His fingertips were bruising at your hips and he weakly ground up into you, his cock felt pulsing against your gummy insides. “Please.”
“Give her a second, she’s too busy to give you permission for that.” Toru hummed confidently as he rubbed his palm against your head and forced you to take him deeper down your throat.
Your mouth relaxed around his dick and he moaned lightly once his tip thumped into the very back of it.
“Fuck you a-and what she’s busy with,” Sato protested, “I need to cum.”
“So cum,” Toru says as if it were the simplest thing in the world, trying not to laugh at his brother's pitifulness and the way you were sending him a disapproving look.
“I can’t,” His brother frowns, “N-Not without her-, hnngh! p-permission.”
“How unfortunate.” Toru says as he lazily fucks your throat a little deeper, his balls tapping against your chin along with his alleviated thrusts.
You slurp at him harder, cunt clenching around Sato’s cock again when the one in your mouth bulges against your throat and then chokes you.
Sato thinks he’s on the verge of death with how long he’d been holding back his release—his dramatics evident in the way he tries to pull himself away from you for a moment to breathe.
It's not until you swallow down a sleek load of cum and pull off of Toru's length with dewy strings of pure filth hanging from your lips that you whisper the quietest permission to Sato, allowing his load of warm cum to stuff up until you instantaneously.
The three of you are left worn out just like last time within a matter of moments.
All limbs move languidly to clean up and you just barely notice that the three of you hadn't been in a some random room that entire time. Sukuna's name is caught printed across a jersey in the corner of the bedroom and it makes your eyes go all wide.
Shit.
And if that wasn't enough to worry about, you hear the way Toru snickers from somewhere behind you now. When you glance back at him, he gestures towards his dazed twin, “Guess he was right about one thing..."
Staring innocently, “Hm? What’s that?” you ask all softly.
“You really are a whore for some Gojo cock.”
You roll your eyes, “I think I’m more of a slut for it. There’s only two of you so whore is a bit of a stretch, y’know?”
The twins exchange a glance as you say that.
Then, Sato moves to scratch at the back of his neck, “Yeah, about that…”
