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frat!jo can't help but hit record every time he comes over
18+, smut, sextape, mirror sex, spanking, doggystyle, prone bone, creampie, def not proofread
the video opens with a shaky, blurred view of your back. you're laid out with your head facing the foot of satoru's bed, perched with your ass up and your face laid sideways against the blankets.
he pulls back slightly, and the camera finally unblurs to reveal the full extent of your shared debauchery. satoru kneels close behind you, cock nestled flush between your lips, rubbing the underside of himself against the length of your slit.
this isn't your first round judging by the moisture that collects on your skin, and the messy gloss that stick to his happy trail. your legs shake as they struggle to support your body, arch deepening with ever slow pass of his cock over your weeping center.
satoru pans his phone up then, high enough to get a quick shot of the mirror that faces the bed before panning the camera back towards where your bodies threaten to meet. the microphone barely picks up the muffled string of words he utters to you.
"gonna be good?" he asks quietly, rubbing his warm palm up and down your back. you turn your head to the side a little further, looking up at him and the camera with a sweet nod.
"yeah?" he mumbles, testing the weight of one of your asscheeks in his hand. he squeezes the soft skin there, kneading you like dough before bringing his hand down to guide his dick where you want it.
he breaches you until he's got the entire tip inside, and you both moan. the camera pans back up then as satoru angles his phone at the mirror with a satisfied look on his face.
he takes the time to admire himself, rucking the bottom hem of his too-tight shirt up to reveal the chisels plain of muscle that lies underneath. the camera catches everything. the sleazy grin on his face, how the dim light bounces off every peak and dip he’s worked so hard to maintain. his hat is pushed backwards against his head, snowy white hair pulled off of his forehead to keep his vision clear.
satoru looks at himself like he just can't help it, feeling his body up like he wants to put on a show. he bites the hem of his shirt to keep it out of the way, bringing his newly freed hand down to stroke himself.
“you like being my pornstar?” he asks you, still ogling his own reflection.
you whine out a “yes”, so soft his phone barely picks up on it. satoru must decide your answer isn’t good enough, because he’s already withdrawing his hips with a tut. his tip slips out of you with a quick, devastating squelch.
“no, please, i love it.” you reason, reaching behind you clumsily for something, anything that’ll satisfy the incessant ache between your legs. he laughs at your little show of affection, shucking his shirt off and onto the floor with a hum.
“yeah she does.” satoru whispers, panning the camera down to capture you once again. he pats your hip appreciatively before snapping his hips forward, sheathing himself completely and making you squeal.
you'l never quite get over that initial feeling of taking him to the hilt on camera. how your toes curl every time him buries himself between your legs and stretches you open. it's a lot to deal with sometimes. the bravado of it all, the overwhelming pleasure that lingers even after you've had your fill.
satoru takes a moment to capture the way your hole flutters around his cock, mumbling praises that you can't quite hear over the ringing in your ears.
"c'mon, squeeze me, say hi to the camera." he muses, thumbing through the milky cum from earlier that night that spills out every time he eases his hips forward. you squeeze around him the best you can, nearly crumbling at the shockwave of pleasure that shoots up your spine.
you don't realize your eyes are closed until you feel his fingers closer around your chin. satoru whispers something unintelligible to you, stroking the soft underside of your face with his thumb before turning your head toward the mirror.
you watch his silhouette through teary eyes, moaning, and writhing, and burning at the knowledge that his phone is picking up all of it. every sweet little noise you try to hide, how hard he's fucking you in nothing but his hat, all of it.
you can feel your heart between your legs now. satoru can too judging by the noise he tries to stifle. you bring two fingers down to our core, keeping your eyes on his in the mirror while you lose yourselves in each other.
“yeah? you like that?” he asks you, whacking his palm against one of your asscheeks. you whine, legs opening. little further at the sting that kindles where he'd spanked you. you can't help but clench around him at the thought of watching the video back and seeing his handprint bloom against your skin.
he gets cocky when the camera's on. harsher, like he's running on borrowed time and wants to take you apart as thoroughly as he can. your mind drifts to the thought of him watching all your videos back the next time he's cooped up in his dorm during midterms. cock in hand while he watches how good he'd fucked you.
you'd be watching too, halfway across campus in your room with a vibrator squished between your legs as you try not to think of all the ways he'd taken you. of the things he calls you when he's balls deep, or how good his hands feel against your body.
you don't know what to do with yourself right now, all you know is that your orgasm is devastatingly close, and the way satoru's angling his hips just might send you to an early grave. your shaky legs finally give out under you almost on cue which takes the both of you by surprise. satoru only chuckles, taking advantage of the new position with a kiss to the nape of your neck.
you're a goner as soon as his thrusts start back up again.
it's all too much, too sudden. the new angle allows his dick to hit something absolutely mind-blowing inside of you which hurdles you that much closer to your end. your fingers are restless against your clit now, applying the perfect amount of pressure now that your hand is trapped between the mattress and your body.
you're loud as can be right now, neighbors be damned. every push and pull of his dick against your walls gets a noise out of you. hushed, shaky little moans that seem to hitch every time his balls press up against your slit.
satoru's faring no better, mumbling nonsense to himself with one hand spreading you, and the other catching everything on camera. he takes the time to enjoy your body, pulling your ass apart to get a good view of how ruined you are. the trail of cum down the backs of your thighs, the way your pussy stretches right at the brim. even your asshole gets a few seconds of camera time, clenching softly under the pad of thumb as he rubs you there.
"want it inside?" he asks you, already knowing the answer. you pulse around him like the thought of him humming anywhere but inside devastates you, nodding with a string of pleas and praises.
you beg him from his seed, hurried an unabashed while your fingers work at your clit, satoru's hand leaves your other hole and cracks down against your ass a final time as he spills into you, sending you over the edge as his seed floods your lower half.
your vision blurs, shifting in and out of focus as the weight of your organs comes crashing down on you. you're hyperaware of everything and nothing all at the same time, grasping at the sheets beneath you in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.
satoru's just as wrecked, making sure to catch the way his cum spills out of you and down your legs as he pulls out. he's breathless, nearly hyperventilating from exertion, and soon enough, you feel the full weight of him settle down on top of you, phone off and landing somewhere near his feet.
"i'm gonna cum so hard to that later." he mumbles. you giggle underneath him, rolling his lax body off of you to lay your head on his chest.
"three rounds wasn't enough for you?" you ask. satoru scoffs at the jest, pinching your side softly before accepting the kiss you press to his mouth.
toji starts acting different when an audience is involved 18+ camgirl reader x fwb toji, filming, prone bone, headlock, possessiveness, dirty talk, creampie
toji doesn't bat an eye the day you ask him to join you on stream.
the deal you lay out for him is simple. a generous 30% of your tips just to come on cam and fuck you the way he always does. a couple of basic positions, maybe a toy if your viewers really want one. there were only so many ways to get off in front of an audience, why not add another person into the mix?
and toji agrees like he was born for it. call it the way his dick tends to speak for him after a quick fuck, or his soft spot for anything that involves touching you. either way, the man ponders your offer as casually as he would the weather, pulling your naked body closer with a very serious "what day do you need me?"
he shows up to you apartment a handful of days later with a purpose, freshly showered with his choppy fringe styled the way you love. he greets you at the door with a kiss far too deep to not send butterflies between your legs. he leads you to the bedroom with an unreadable look on his face, hand splayed across your lower back.
your viewers adore him, and that's putting it very mildly.
he's been teasing you for the better half of an hour, answering questions with his dick to the hilt and his hands cupping your ass. you’re all but weightless in the seat of his lap, arms thrown around his neck with your legs bracketing his. toji takes the time to savor you, watching the way you shake every time he lifts you up and down his throbbing length.
"huh, how'd we meet?" he mumbles, leaning forward to read a question at the top of the queue "uhh, college i think? fucked her at a halloween party and i guess she never got tired of me." he laughs, thrusting up into you to punctuate the shitty joke.
the set you'd worn for him hadn't stood a chance from the second you turned the camera on, shucked off and discarded on the floor by his heavy hands in the handful of minutes leading up to this very moment. toji wasn't just fucking you, he was drawing it out, teasing you up the wall just because he can.
he takes a moment to spread you open, hands pulling your cheeks apart to show off where your bodies meet. the viewers go wild at that, throwing money at the both of you like there’s no tomorrow.
you perk up at the telltale ding! letting you know a hefty donation had gone through, turning to try and get a better look at the monitor.
except, toji grabs your chin with practiced efficiency, pulling your face into his neck before you’re able to read what the accompanying request says.
“hm?” he hums, scanning the brightly lit screen. “yeah, i can do that.” he reasons, shifting onto his knees underneath you.
you whine into the crook of his neck as he finally lays you down on your back, feeling him lean to the side to pick up the camera.
“wait you’re not supposed to–.” you whine, all too aware of how deep he feels inside of you now. you watch him swipe the little device from its place on your desk, holding it up to your pussy with his lip caught between his teeth
"not supposed to what? hm?" he asks, fake sympathy lacing his tone. “fuck, look at that.” he grumbles. “this what you guys wanted?”
the chat detonates with a force you’ve never seen before. you’re already way past your donation goal for the night, with more money funneling in every minute.
he sets a steady pace for the both of you, fucking his wet cock in between your legs with seamless thrusts. you can feel every inch of him like this. the way his tip drags heavy inside of you, how his girth stretches your hole to it’s maximum. even the veins on the underside of his shaft lick at you sweetly.
he holds the camera right up to your shaky body. the frame shakes every time his hips meet your ass, and the mic is probably picking up his heavy breaths but neither of you care at this point. this isn’t about the content anymore, toji’s fucking you like he wants to eat you alive.
he presses his palm gently into the little pudge of your stomach, searching, wanting.
“mhm, there it is.” he drawls, massaging the shape of his length through your tummy. “you feel me in here?”
you nod shakily, not knowing whether to look into the camera or up at him.
“yeah? gonna keep me in here?”
he’s never like this when the camera is off. never as performative as he is now. you flutter around him involuntarily and the groan it earns you practically comes from his soul, his shoulders shaking with pleasure.
“oh, fuck.” he drawls, fastening a hand to the meat of your hip to ground himself. he leans forward then, lips attaching to your neck as he grinds the head of himself inside of you.
“pussy’s too fucking good.” he grumbles, “way too good.” you feel his head turn to the camera at that last part, almost like he’s trying to prove a point to the viewers at home. that’s when it clicks. toji didn’t just agree to come on here and fuck you, he came to lay a claim on you. to show the people who tune in every night that only he could fuck you like this.
“who’s this belong to?” he asks sternly. he slaps the tip of himself against your budding beat, filling the room with slick noise. “say it.”
you’re so far gone you barely register the question. all you can focus on is getting him back inside of you. too slaps himself against you again, harder this time. you jolt at the stimulation.
“fucked you stupid already?” he teases. five fingers close around your chin and guide your face to the side, right in line with the camera. “who’s this pussy belong to? hm?”
“yours.” you breathe.
“nobody else’s?” he finally sheaths himself inside of you, and you both groan. toji wastes no time and quickly works his way up to a steady pace. in and out like a piston in a well oiled machine.
“no, nobody.” you punctuate. the hand around your chin finally releases and moves down to the back of your thigh, hoisting your leg forward until your knee reaches your chest.
he’s so deep like this, deep enough it even hurts a little if you focus too much.
“gonna let me cum inside?”
you nod, squealing at a particularly deep thrust.
“yes, fuck, always.”
“whenever i want?”
“whenever you want.” you whine, head ascending to the clouds as the pad of his huge thumb makes down to rub over your clit. toji plays your body like a fiddle. like he's the only man on earth who'll ever make you feel this good. in a way, he pretty much is.
you can feel your heartbeat in between your legs now, hammering against your walls to the beat of each stroke of his. toji hisses, almost like he can feel your impending orgasm, and pulls out with a nasty squelch to set the camera back on your desk and flip you over as quickly as he can.
he has you on you stomach now, fully in sight of the cam with his forearm locked against your neck, holding your head up for the viewers at home. toji lays flat up against you, focusing the brunt of his weight into fucking you prone bone.
a quick peek at the monitor confirms your suspicion that you look ruined like this. lips pressed into a pout from the force of his bicep curled around your face, sweaty hands fisted into the sheets below you for purchase, the whole nine yards. toji must be thinking the same thing judging by the way he looks at you. proud, almost. like you’re something he created with his bare hands.
“gonna show them how you cum for me?” he asks you, low enough for only you to hear.
you nod the best you can, unable to hide the sweet noises he draws out of you with every press of his hips. you’ve cum on only his dick before, but this feels different. stronger, almost. more intimate. the world beyond your bed seems to be the furthest thing from your mind right now. toji is the only thing you can focus on.
the chat is up to a rolling boil at this point. you’ve wracked up enough money to pay your rent and then some, not to mention the jaw dropping orgasm you feel building in your stomach. toji seems more focused on cumming than making the viewers happy at this point, pistoning into you like he was born for it.
he angles his hips just a tad bit lower, and just like that, you’re clamping down on him hard. creaming on his heavy length with a noise so desperate you’re 90% sure it’s what pushed him over the edge as well.
his load seems to go on for ages, filling you up in steady, hot pumps until it spills out from around the length of him. the arm curled around your face slowly retracts, leaving you face-down in the sheets with your legs shaking and your chest heaving.
toji snakes his fingers under your chin to turn your gaze toward him, letting the pad of his thumb stroke your cheek softly. his presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, cradling your face in his palm for a few moments until he’s sure you’ve come down from the cloud you’re on.
he pulls out of you slowly, hand on your lower back to keep you from squirming too hard. you watch him pad over your desk, cock swinging between his legs as he bends down to face the camera with a sleazy grin before waving goodbye to everyone and pressing "end stream".
happy valentine’s day! : who knew having a threesome with your two hot neighbors was an option?
18+ toji + shiu x fem reader, threesome, smut, blowjobs, fingering, spitroasting, creampie, cunnilingus, minimal degradation, hurt/comfort, bit of angst, fluff (5k w.c)
you meet your neighbors only an hour after you sign the lease to your brand new shoebox apartment on the edge of town.
toji watches you lug all your belongings out of your car and into the sidewalk, cigarette pinched between his teeth while you huff and puff your way up the rickety staircase, all the way up to the grimy door opposite of his.
you manage to get through the brunt of everything in ample time. no thanks to him, obviously. his best friend is the one to finally offer you a helping hand, smacking toji upside the head after he shoulders past you with a grunt into the comfort of their shared apartment.
“my roommate.” shiu grumbles, gesturing behind him with a sorry look. “you let us know if you need anything, okay?” you nod, thanking him for the help.
you end up seeing more of toji after that, whether you mean to or not.
you learn your neighbor likes to smoke his morning marlboro downstairs, keeping the door to the building propped open with his arm outstretched when he forgets his key. doubles don't have patios, that's just the trade off of splitting rent int he city.
he whistles every time you duck under him on your way to work, staring long enough for you to feel his eyes on you as you settle in your car and turn the ignition.
you hear him through the walls of your apartment more than you do face to face. he’s brash, vulgar. rattling off insults targeted at his roommate when he doesn’t get his way. fist slamming against the table or the wall every time he’s on a phone call or a goal gets announced on tv.
but with you, toji’s quiet.
he doesn’t acknowledge you save for a nod the day you pad downstairs, clad in mismatched pajamas with your arms crossed over your body.
your eyes are puffy. rimmed red like pomegranate kernels from how hard you’ve been crying all day. he doesn’t ask what’s wrong, and to be honest, you can’t even recall what you were upset about that day.
he wordlessly passes you the butt of his cigarette, call it his version of an olive branch. you take it from in between his fingers, sniffles dying down once the smoke seeps into your lungs and the tobacco’s settled into your bloodstream.
you stamp it out under your feet, and for the first time since you’ve gotten here, toji addresses you with something close to a grin.
“wanna do something about it?”
---
toji to put it very bluntly, fucks like an animal.
“is shiu-” he’s already shaking his head before you can get the question out, bending to get his hands under the backs of your knees so he can pull you up and fasten your legs around his waist.
shiu isn’t home that day. in fact, toji opts to “get your spirits up” in his roommate’s bed just because he can, pistoning into you like a well oiled machine while you try your best to avoid ruining the headboard with how hard you’re grabbing at it.
he knows exactly what he’s doing and how to do it. he’s sloppy with it, teeth bared at the base of your neck like he wants to sink them down to the marrow. like claiming you isn't an option but a necessity.
you go for hours. noon turns to evening, evening turns to night. and soon enough, you’ve gone so many rounds that toji’s shooting blanks.
“fuck, i think i gotta tap out.” he breaths, chest heaving with exertion as he rolls off of you with a hearty groan. you’re both dripping with a mix of sweat and whatever else managed to splash it’s way onto you. but honestly? you’re kind of proud to admit that it doesn’t feel half bad.
toji sends you off with a bottle of water and a pat on the ass, braced against the doorframe with his joggers slug low on his hips. you all but limp your way back to your apartment with your spirits high and your dignity surprisingly still intact.
you sleep so well that night it might as well be a world record. and for the first time in months, toji can say he might have actually had a decent day.
your first taste of your other neighbor comes a week later.
toji does a great job at feigning nonchalance when shiu invites you in, just for the sake of keeping your little rendezvous a secret. you haven't seen him since that night with how busy you've been, and the way he's treating you right now has you seriously reconsidering a part two.
he sits motionless on the opposite end of the couch, eyes glued to the tv with a takeout box balanced in his lap. he's practically ignored you the entire night, only bothering to speak to you when addressed directly.
so much for keeping it pleasant.
shiu looks none the wiser from where he sits between you two, arm thrown over the back of the couch with his body shoulder brushing yours.he's swapped his usual blazer and slacks for something more casual, and you'd honestly be lying if you said it wasn't doing anything to you.
he looks bigger like this. stronger in ways you never quite noticed even with how often you pass each other on the stairwell. he's almost as built as toji is, muscles pressing up from underneath the thin fabric of his tee.
"you smell good, y'know that?" the shorter roommate comments. shiu had been packing the affection on heavy for days now, and, oddly enough, it kind of feels like it's working.
toji, despite his bored expression, is clutching his fork so tight you're afraid he'll bend the utensil. you can't help but think he might be a little jealous of the attention you're getting.
let him be jealous, you think. if he wants to sit there and throw a silent tantrum, then let him. you've never discussed being exclusive in any capacity. what's a little bit of flirting going to cost?
the night drags on. shiu tells you about himself, his job, how he ended up living in this shitthole apartment with his best friend in the first place. toji butts in every once and a while just so you know he's listening, voice low and uninterested.
"he can act his ass off at the poker table, let me tell you." shiu laughs. his strong arm now lies loosely around your shoulders, caging you so close to his body that you feel the heat radiating off of him.
"oh I'm sure he can." you offer casually. the implication hangs heavy in between you and toji. something known, but unspoken. he could act detached and uninterested all he wanted to, that still wouldn’t change what the two of you did last week.
it isn't long before you're standing to grab your things and head home, thanking them both for hosting you. toji lies half asleep on the couch, throwing you a curt nod before you're out the door with shiu following close behind.
"you know you're welcome back anytime, right?" he mumbles, watching you turn the key in the lock and prop your door open. you can smell his cologne from here. that deep, woodsy scent he spritzes onto his neck before he heads out every morning. "always happy to take care of you." he offers.
you're not lost on what shiu's offering, standing right in your doorway with his body pressed against yours and his scent filling every nerve ending in your brain. you think of toji and the way he looked tonight. that far off bravado in his eyes, the way he brushed you off like a fly on the wall. your stomach sours.
you turn to look back at shiu one last time before the night ends. maybe thank him again for being such a gracious host and settle in for the night. but all that comes out instead is a very forward:
"do you want to come in?"
---
you come to learn pretty quickly that shiu loves pretty things. soft, warm bodies he can stand over and toy with on nights like these. using his charm to break you in and get you all pliant for him before he fucks you good.
he starts with his mouth. deep, sinful strokes of his tongue against yours, and then the soft suction of his lips around your clit. he takes pleasure out of pleasing you, stiffening up in the cagey fabric of his briefs as his tongue sends bolts of electricity down your spine and to your aching core.
"yeah? is this what you've been needing?" he whispers, licking a stripe from just above your mound to below your navel. you nod because he couldn't be more spot on. you craved softness like this every once in a while. being on the receiving end of some of that tenderness felt nice once in a while.
he blows cold air against the wetness just to watch goosebumps prickle up on your body, humming low and alive in his chest like it's the hottest thing he's ever seen.
thick, wide strokes of his tongue over your heat gradually melt into soft, gentle sucks on your clit. you can't quite remember when he laced his hand with yours, the warm weight keeping you grounded while you paint the lower half of his face in slick.
“don’t cum yet,” he says sternly, flicking his tongue back and forth over your hole. you nod despite the stars clouding your vision, hand squeezing his like a vice. you hike your knees up to your chest as he shucks his pants down the rest of the way, keening at the praise you get for catching on so quickly.
don’t cum, not because he doesn’t want to see it happen, but because he wants you to do it on his cock.
he’s gentle as he guides his length into your mouth, whispering soft praises while his thumb strokes over the swell of your cheek, obstructed by the shape of his cock slipping in and out of your throat. shiu wipes the tears from your eyes every time his tip hits that fleshy part at the back of your throat, pressing a kiss your hairline with a promise of "i'll train that out of you, don’t worry.”
he’s a tease through and through when he finally gets you on your back, legs bracketing his hips. he slaps the weight of his dick on your opening before pushing in, basking in the way your face screws up with desire. two hands lock iron-tight around your waist to pull you down onto his cock.
you don’t need to warn shiu before you cum. he already knows, licking his thumb and rubbing quick circles into the swollen bud of your clit. sucking dark marks into the delicate skin of your neck as you convulse around him, feeling him pull out and paint your stomach not long after.
you feel oddly reminiscent of your first ever night with toji, watching shiu send himself on his way after making sure you're all taken care of.
you're beyond conflicted now. the implication of what you just did was beyond serious. fucking two men at the same time was one thing, but roommates? and behind each others' backs at that? the hole you've dug yourself into might be inescapable.
even so, you can't help but wonder what it'd be like to keep them both on the line for a little longer as you drift off to sleep.
---
"i said make sure she gets home safe, not walk inside and fuck her." toji seethes, no doubt throwing something at the other man judging by the crash you hear through your bedroom wall.
"what's it to you?" shiu laughs, clearly not understanding his roommate's gripe with your little escapade. they bicker for another hour. insults coming hot and heavy as you sit cross legged on your bed in the early morning, listening to them fight over you.
you're paralyzed, hastily rethinking all of your choices up until this point with a careful edge. the men continue to take jabs at each other, literally and figuratively.
you know you’re the root cause of this issue. the common denominator who flew too close to the sun and wanted both to yourself. but who could blame you, really, for being so ambitious?
toji curses a final time before stomping off toward the front door, mumbling obscenities to himself. the brute rips the door to his apartment open and manages to take a few heavy paces before stopping.
right in front of your door.
toji doesn’t knock, or slam his fists against the fragile wood of your front door. he waits. foot tapping against your shabby doormat while you desperately try to brainstorm a way to escape the situation.
“i know you’re home.” he states plainly. you picture him waiting outside in house slippers, hood covering his shabby black hair with his arms over his chest. you’re so fucked.
the front door obviously wasn’t an option at the moment. all things considered, you could try the window if the fall doesn’t kill you.
“c’mon, we just wanna talk to you.” shiu says cautiously, having joined his roommate while you tried to craft an escape plan.
there was no getting out of this, whether you liked it or not. you put on a brave face and take a few deep breaths as you pad over to the front door, revealing yourself to the men waiting in your doorway.
it’s silent for a moment, which doesn’t fare well for your blood pressure. toji gives you a quick once over like he’s still deciding what exactly he’s going to do with you. shiu stands with his clasped behind him, looking between the both of you.
“so you’re double dipping now? that’s it?” toji spits, jealousy brimming at every word.
“we fucked one time.” you whisper harshly, peeking out into the hall to scope for any onlookers, thankfully finding none. “you never said you wanted things to be exclusive.”
“okay, fine, fuck other people, but not behind my back.” he gestures up and down at shiu with a single hand like his roommate isn’t even there, face permanently etched with distaste.
“you know what, let’s all take this inside. okay?” shiu chides, shoving toji forward with a clap to the back. you step aside to let them both in, letting the door shut behind you. “nice place by the way.” he offers, clearly trying to lighten the air.
toji makes a beeline straight for your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your mattress with his heel bouncing against the carpet. you choose the opposite edge, with shiu settling in between the both of you like a buffer.
it’s quiet again, and you wish it would stay like that. no snarky comments, no fighting, just comfortable silence between the three of you.
“you fucked her.” toji speaks up first, addressing his best friend directly. he runs a hand through his fringe like he’s still trying to process the fact.
“how was i supposed to connect the dots when you were acting like you didn’t know her?” shiu grumbles.
toji flips back against the length of your mattress with a pointed sigh. he runs his hands down the length of his face as all the air whooshes out of his chest.
“he has a point.” you offer, tracing shapes into the fabric of your bedsheets. anything to avoid looking at your very frustrated neighbor.
“okay—fuck—i know.” toji sighs into his palms. “i know, i thought it’d be better that way. less drama.”
shiu must be over the whole situation too because he flops onto his back next, hands clasped on his stomach while the both of them look up at your ceiling in contemplation.
“sorry, for, y’know…” toji starts, eyes finally flitting over to meet yours. “being an asshole.”
“it’s okay.” you mumble.
“is it?” shiu questions.
you take a minute to consider, really consider the gravity of everything’s just happened. and you laugh, because there’s really no way that your neighbors of all people were throwing punches over you only minutes prior.
toji chuckles too, shaking his head from side to side like he’s thinking the exact same thing.
Your other neighbor claps his hands together with finality and sits up, looking at the both of you with a knowing grin.
"so how are we gonna do this?” he questions. "you get her 3 days a week, I get her 4?"
“hold on asshole, why do i only get 3 days with her?” toji scoffs, sitting up from the mattress with a scowl.
“who said i wanna keep having sex with either of you? your question cuts their bickering off at the source,m. both men turn to you with embarrassed expressions.
“right, that’s fair.” shiu accepts your statement with grace. toji, on the other hand, looks quietly devastated.
“if this is going to be a thing,” you pause, carefully choosing your next words. “we should probably all have a say in what happens.” you punctuate the word all as hard as you can.
“like a threesome?” toji asks tensely. the two men share a knowing look, somehow exchanging an entire conversation without even talking. they must come to a consensus because shiu turns to you with a surprisingly calm look, cocking his head to the side with a smile.
“let’s do it.”
shiu leads you up the bed by the hand, letting you settle cross legged in the middle of the mattress while toji clambers forward to join the both of you. both men flank either of your sides now, like sharks circling in on their prey.
toji is the first to make contact, hands encircling your waist to guide you back against the pillows roughly. soft lips trail a path up the curve of your neck, tongue flitting out to taste you like he just can't help himself.
"you want both of us?" he teases, chuckling to himself when you nod in response. "good, you'll get both of us."
toji dives forward to claim your mouth, running his tongue over the seam of your lips. you oblige, opening your mouth ever so slightly to let him taste you, feeling that patch of scarred skin rub against you as he licks into your mouth.
shiu makes quick work of your bottoms from his spot further down the bed. you lift your hips up to aid him, feeling the cool air brush against the wet patch nestled in the center of your panties.
the two men work their magic surprisingly efficiently. toji has your shirt over your head and your bra unclipped in no time, feeling the weight of each of your tits while shiu rucks your panties off your hips and down to your ankles.
"have you two done this before? like, with a third?" you ask breathlessly, squirming when you feel shiu's fingers swipe through the wetness gathered at your core. you toe your panties off clumsily, gasping as he kitten licks over your little bud.
"oh yeah, us in college? forget about it." shiu purrs. "we know what we're doing."
toji jabs his elbow back far enough to clip his roommate in the shoulder, effectively shutting him up.
"can't fuck her if you're talking my ear off the whole time." he grumbles, turning his focus to you with a drawn out breath through his nose. you pull him in for another kiss to calm him down.
shiu hooks both of your legs over his shoulders, letting you write under him. not a single part of your pussy lies untouched now that he's eased a finger inside of you, rubbing up against that special spot you know and love.
your other neighbor breaks away from the kiss only momentarily, squeezing one of your breasts for good measure before he's ridding himself of all his clothes. shiu takes the time to quickly undress too.
"is he going first, or am i?" toji asks it so casually you think he would've just ordered his morning coffee. like he just asked for directions to the bank and not which of the men in front of you was going to have a turn with your pussy before the other.
the two men wait for your answer with their heads cocked. shiu continues to work his fingers inside of you, already working with two at this point. toji stands with his fist encircling his cock, spreading pre up and down his shaft.
you don't know. you have no idea who you want first and it kills you. you could choose shiu and be brought to the precipice of your orgasm for forever if that's what he wanted. feeling the epic highs and lows of being fucked open by his fingers and tongue until you end up begging for it.
or you could choose toji and be taken for the ride of your life. stretched, and bent, and rubbed to his will while his gives you both what you need most at an incredible pace, hips snapping forward with practiced force as his dick hits every single delicious spot your toys always seem to miss.
shiu must catch onto your train of thought, because he chooses for you.
"you first, i want my dick sucked." he reasons, nodding in toji's direction.
"no complaints here." toji laughs, rubbing over the swell of your lips with his thumb so gently it almost surprises you. the taller roommate circles to settle in between your legs, watching shiu piston his fingers into you a few more times while he strokes himself.
"pretty little pussy, look at that." shiu mumbles, spreading you open for the taller man with a thumb hooked on either side of your lips. toji whistles low and quiet, like he almost can't believe what he's seeing.
that sends electricity right to your center and into your limbs. the way they talk about you like you're not even there makes your pussy throb with wanted. you needed both of them, whatever they were willing to give you to the fullest extent.
shiu takes a moment to rub over your clit, taking you completely by surprise.
"oh, she likes that." toji comments, eyes set so low they almost look closed from this angle. shiu brings his bottom lip between his teeth with a huff, no doubt regretting his choice to part with your sopping wet center until after toji's had his fun.
they officially switch spots, with shiu settled at the head of your mattress, and toji situated between your shaky legs. the taller man pushes in with a grunt, shivering at the way you suck him in as soon as your bodies make content.
"oh, fuck." toji gasps. shiu chuckles under his breath at the taller man's reaction.
"she's tight, right?"
so fucking tight." toji agrees. you clench harder around the length of him, letting him ease all the way to the hilt before feeling his hands clamp down on your waist pulling you down onto his cock to meet his powerful thrusts.
your moans only spur shiu on, because he's already kneeling with a hand against your headboard, dick in hand.
"c'mon, open." he commands, jaw going slack as you take him in between your lips to the best of your ability.
it's sloppier than expected given the way toji's thrusts jostle your body every time your bodies meet. but shiu only grains, low in his chest, letting his fingers curl around your chin to keep your head in place.
you feel so filthy right now now. spit roasted at both ends by two men you hadn't even known the names of a handful of months ago. you're plugged up in the most delicious way, tasting, and feeling, and hearing absolutely everything they give to you, letting them take what they need while giving it back to you twice as good.
"fuck, i'm gonna cum." toji grumbles, more to himself than anything. "pussy's too wet."
"i bet it is." shiu whispers, eyes meeting yours with a knowing look. you can't help but imagine a world where this is all the three of you do all day as your organs approaches. just fuck, and hump, and lick on each other until you've had your fill, and then do it all again the next day.
"you want it inside, baby?" toji grits out, still thrusting into your heat with unbroken strokes.
you nod the best you can, squeaking out a yes over the girth of shiu's spit-slicked shaft with heavy eyes. shiu only smiles, giving his best friend a thumbs up from behind.
you grab onto whatever you can as you high engulfs you. digging your nails into shiu's biceps, then toji's sweat-slicked abs, desperately seeking purchase from the mind shattering feeling of it all.
toji's orgasm seems to last for ages, filling you from the bottom up until you're sure you'll be leaking for at least then next hour. he pulls out of you with an obscene squelch and a groan, flopping down onto the open space beside your body with one of his hands still skimming your waist.
"fuck, need a minute." he grumbles. that was toji for you, always pushing himself to the brink just to feel those extra few moments of you wrapped around him.
shiu eases out of your mouth to let you recuperate. he leans his body back only a tad to try and get a better look at the mess leaking out of you.
"holy shit." he laughs, eyeing the small puddle of cum gathered atop your sheets. "you're gonna get her pregnant."
toji only chuckles to himself, face pressed into the mattress while his thumb rubs apologetic circles from where it's thrown over your waist.
the three of you take a moment to breathe, chests heaving with exertion. you could cut the tension between all of you with a knife, the brunt of it being the fact that you could very much go again, judging by the heat that ramps up in your core as soon as you think about how good it'll feel to have shiu inside of you.
you give the shorter man a pointed look that says it all. shiu nods, standing to circle the bed just as toji had.
"alright, alright." he jests, lining himself up with your sticky sweet hole. "we're getting there." his dick meets little resistance between the mess of cum still leaking out of you and the slick your pussy offers up.
shiu's able to slide home in no time,fucking his best friend's release into you like it's the most normal thing in the world. your heart jumps at the consideration that this could be a normal thing for the three of you. that being fucked like this could be something you could ask for open and unabashedly.
toji seems to sober up at the sounds of your shared pleasure. he lifts his head groggily with a huff, taking a moment to watch where you and his roommate's bodies meet.
"that's a fucking sight." he whispers, watching in pure awe as shiu fucks into you over and over again. "you enjoying yourself, pretty?"
"s--o mu--ch." you sputter, feeling yourself trip over every syllable as the cock inside of you keeps you held open and pliant. you wouldn't last much longer at this rate. shiu probably won't either judging by his white-knuckled grip on your thighs.
toji finally saunters onto his knees with the grace of a baby deer, legs gone shaky from his orgasm earlier. unsurprisingly enough, he's still rock hard, which you come to find out as soon as he takes himself in his hand and gestures for you to open up.
you obey, and he rewards you handsomely, easing himself onto your palette to let you suck your combined releases off of his dick.
"perfect fucking mouth." he hisses through grit teeth. shiu makes a sound of agreement behind the both of you, still fucking you like he means it.
you hollow your cheeks with a hum just as shiu mumbles something about summing together. you let him rub over the swell of your clit with a whine, still sucking the salty taste off of toji's member.
"c'mon baby, do it." toji whispers. you feel his fingers curl into the hair nestled at the base of your scalp, pulling you further onto his cock with a satisfied groan. "give us one more."
you cum with a noise so desperate you're not even sure where it comes from. every muscle in your lower half seems to contract and relax at the same time, ebbing and flowing like the tide.
shiu doesn't have it in him to last any longer with you gripping him so sweetly. he slides out of you and cums with a string of expletives, letting his spend drip down the apex of your mound and between your lips until it joins the ever growing puddle right beneath your ass.
"holy shit." he groans to himself. "fuck." toji slides out of your pliant mouth with a hum, still cradling your cheek in his palm.
"got what you came here for?" he asks jokingly. the air between the three of you feels so much different than it did when you'd first sat down.
"yeah." you giggle, wiping your mouth clumsily, you look between the two men shyly, "did you?"
"fuck, are you kidding me?" shiu gasps, laying down next to you with a lazy smile. "best fuck of my life."
toji settles down next to you on his forearm, chest still heaving from exertion. he nods, lips curled up in a sly grin.
"so, what, are we just gonna do this every week?" he asks the both of you. shiu looks at you with an inquisitive quirk to his brow, letting you take the reins from here.
"sure, why not?" you offer, reveling in the laugh that gets you from the both of them.
a/n: based on an old oneshot of mine from 2023 that i deleted lol, thank you to everyone who took the time to read all of my valentines day specials ! writing this was so so fun.
AT THE SAME DAMN TIMEEE
Ba sing se champloo (basically avatar and samurai champloo crossover but I redrew some scenes)
I Can Be Fun - Prologue
synopsis: sukuna doesn't know why he chose to sit next to you on the first day of class. maybe it has something to do with the way your smile makes him stir in his pants. 2k wc.
content: frat!sukuna x virgin fem reader, suggestive but no smut | art by su2kuna on twt !
a/n: this is a precursor to part 1. all of this happens before sukuna and reader’s night together :) enjoy !
Series Masterlist | part 1 part 2 part 3 (coming soon) + jjk masterlist
not a single student at your college goes without suffering through the trial that is senior seminar. a 4 credit, painfully boring class held thrice a week in the afternoons.
or briefly, the class sukuna knows he isn't going to sit through without a cigarette and a truckload of self control.
the lecture hall is already halfway full when he arrives. it's cramped, tucked down the hall and to the right in a building way too far of a walk from his dorm. he makes a beeline for an end seat in the very back, hood up, headphones on, energy drink in hand.
sukuna takes the time to settle in, bobbing his head along to his music. more rows begin to fill up in front of him as chatter overwhelms the room. that late-summer early-fall mugginess sits heavy under his clothes, making the dull throb in his temples a little worse. a couple familiar faces pass through. he nods briefly at a few old friends.
"hey, can you scooch? we all wanna sit together." a voice asks, ripping him from his thoughts.
sukuna's gaze flicks over to the group of girls crowding the end of the row. he must not look pleased because at least half of them flinch, stepping back to give him space.
fuck, already making bad first impressions.
he tries to soften his expression, nodding with the most genuine smile he can muster. sukuna can't put names to faces right now, but judging by the less than subtle look a few of them throw his way, he's 99% sure they know who he is. guess that's the price that comes with being the face of every decent party thrown on campus since freshman year.
"yeah, no worries." he stands, letting them shuffle past him until every girl finds somewhere to sit.
sukuna scans the rest of the room with his bag hanging off one shoulder. every available seat is either an awkward middle spot, or the forbidden front row right in front of the instructor. no thanks.
he'll take his chances sandwiched between one of the girls from earlier and... you.
you who currently occupies the end spot of the row he stands in front of, sitting pretty with your eyes fixated on the board.
interesting.
his feet move almost instinctually, following your siren call as the instructor begins the lecture. it's a struggle to make it across the room, knees bumping knees, his sneakers knocking against purses and stray backpacks. still, he makes it, huffing a sigh of relief the second he sinks down in his chair.
he fumbles with his hands a bit, knee bouncing up and down as the professor goes through the syllabus. only an hour and a half of this, he reminds himself. only 90 more minutes and he can fuck back off to bed to nurse his hangover and plan for whatever first-day rager his frat brothers have up their sleeves.
you, however, prove to be a much more dedicated student than him. which isn't saying much considering his complete lack of interest in the material.
he can smell your perfume from here. subtle, feminine. the type of scent that makes heads turn. by the time the half an hour mark has passed, sukuna realizes he’s spent more time staring at you in his peripheral than actually paying attention.
there's something sweet about you. the way you fiddle with your sleeves, the cute little stickers on your laptop case. don't let the tattoos and frat-rep confuse you, sukuna loses his mind over girls like you. call it a dirty secret of his.
he thinks of turning to you to try and say something. maybe the whole name, major, hometown schpeel. anything to break the ice.
except, something else shuts him up before he can.
maybe it's the lack of sleep talking, but sukuna swears he catches you glancing at him, eyes blowing wide as your gaze snaps back toward the front of the room. you slink lower in your chair, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.
weird. did he do something wrong? maybe you were a friend of an ex or something. he should really start keeping a spreadsheet of people to avoid.
he hears you laugh at a joke the instructor makes, something corny. the type of quip that would otherwise go over people’s heads. but you laugh, and sukuna thinks it’s the most beautiful noise he’s ever heard.
god. he feels kind of sick.
and hard, very hard.
he should probably drop out now, or at least switch to a different class section. maybe take a leave of absence until you're gone, and graduated, and not rewiring the synapses in his very impressionable twenty something year old brain.
he pulls his sweatshirt down enough to cover the bulge tenting against the front of his jeans, scanning the room for curious eyes. he feels... embarrassed? frustrated? it's a weird mix of the two. sukuna doesn't think he's ever popped a boner over something as simple as sitting next to a pretty girl.
and fuck, were you pretty. the type of girl he'd embarrass himself for a million times over. sukuna doesn't think he's ever seen you any of his functions. not that inviting you is an option right now, with the situation in between his legs.
he tries his best to engage with the lecture, giving it about five minutes before he's on his phone again, trying not to think about the ache in his chest or the devastating way your nose scrunches when the instructor gets another laugh out of you.
you irk him in the best way. in ways he feels insane for.
when class ends, sukuna doesn't even notice, too wrapped up in his head to pay attention to the synchronized pattering of footsteps that files out into the hall.
he finally catches wind of what's going on when he feels something heavy clatter between his feet.
"sorry, can you get that for me?" he swears the heavens open up right then and there. your voice is like honey.
god. please don't do this to him.
he leans forward to grab your phone for you, placing the device in your outstretched palm with a hum. you meet his gaze only for a second before looking down at the ground. your eyes are gorgeous.
"thanks." you smile, sending a flurry of sugar-tipped arrows right into the center of his chest.
sukuna doesn't even have a chance to respond before you leave. instead, he sits. rubbing at the corners of his eyes until his headache dulls and the tent in his pants has subsided.
he's so fucked.
---
sukuna's month ends the exact same way it started. bleak, muggy, and looming with a hangover he can't quite seem to shake.
he's sat in that spot every single class. three times a week, noon on the dot. right next to you and your beautiful laugh. trying not to notice your delicious perfume, and that adorable way you glance at him when you think he's focused on the board.
he hasn't actually registered a single thing said in class during the last thirty days. nothing besides the "thank you" that shattered his world a couple weeks ago, and few times you've raised your hand to answer questions.
the night is still young by the time he drags himself downstairs. he flocks to his usual circle, smiling at the swell of cheers that ring out as he joins in on the fun. he won't drink tonight. better to save it for midterms.
it's nights like these where he looks for you the most. searching for your face in a sea of bodies he knows you're not likely to join. the two of you haven't spoken since that first day of class. hell, he doesn't even know what he'd say if you were here right now.
"hi? i have a thing for quiet girls that i can't tell anyone about? the way you laugh makes my dick hard sometimes?"
right, fat chance. knowing him, he'd probably put on a show to avoid stuttering over his words like a cold engine. you bring out the shyness in him, not that you'd ever know if he got the chance to actually speak to you.
satoru pulls him to the side a little later with a look that means mischief. sukuna breaks away from their friends with a grin and a mock salute, letting himself be guided through the house.
"she's been making eyes at you all night." he jests, snowy eyebrows raised.
sukuna's chest pangs for reasons he doesn't care to admit right now. he knows it's not you, it can't be. but the hope is still there.
he follows his friends' gaze, eyes halting at the sight of an old fling pressed against the wall, eyes heavy lidded. the sight of her alone brings back less than appropriate memories.
"you gonna answer that or should i?" satoru laughs. sukuna must not answer in time because two lithe hands settle at the small of his back, pushing him forward into the crowd until he's face to face with someone he hasn't texted in months.
"miss me?" she asks.
he lets himself take in the sight of her body. the way her dress falls just under her ass, how her skin glistens under the dim yellow light. he's tempted. almost.
she whispers something that he doesn’t quite catch over the music, something about looking stressed. he nods anyway, fangs on display with a hand trailing down the small of her back.
maybe old habits do die hard.
sukuna would already be upstairs with his dick out any other day, but something feels off tonight. he lets her take his hand and weave him through the crowd, ignoring the whistle satoru throws his way.
she traces a path to the bottom of the stairwell that leads to the upstairs bedrooms. something filthy hangs in the air.
“remember last time?” she purrs, manicured hands rubbing dangerously close to his waistband.
that finally stirs something in him.
of course he remembers last time. they’d ended up skipping 2 days of class just to keep going at it in his room. he had to work twice as hard during lecture just to make up for the work he'd missed in class.
fuck it, he'll bite.
“you think i’d ever forget that mouth?” he muses, running a tattooed hand up the length of her bare arm. the giggle that earns him stokes the fire in his belly only for a moment.
except, sukuna pauses. because that nagging feeling in the back of his brain flares up again. her laugh isn't what he wants to hear right now, it's yours.
sukuna glances back at the party, searching for your face one last time. at least he'd be seeing you on monday.
sukuna nods up the stairwell, silently confirming what they’ve both been dancing around for the last ten minutes. he toes his shoe off at his bedroom door, locking it behind him.
---
when sukuna awakens it's unnaturally quiet.
his bed is empty, save for the lingering scent of too-sweet perfume and smudged makeup on his pillows. the party downstairs is long over, the last group of stragglers having been ushered out hours ago.
his headache is back.
he fishes his phone out from his discarded pants, squinting at the too-bright screen as he drafts a text to what is probably the only person he can confide in right now.
[toji f.]
4:08 am | i need to talk to you about a girl.
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sukuna wants to babytrap you.
his hips are brutal. pistoning in and out of you as he has your knees pressed into your breasts, back resting into a pillow as he fucks you with purpose. though, with at the rate sukuna's going, the pillow has been flattened by the combined weight. vermillion eyes stare down at you wickedly as sukuna has the profound need to burry everything of himself inside of you.
"gonna make you a fuckin' mother," he grits though his teeth, a lust-driven crazed look in his eyes. he says it like it's a promise──a fact──that he's going to do so. and in your hazy state, you can only nod in agreement, high-pitched mhm's falling from your lips as your nails dig into the nape of his neck, the short strands of dusty rose being tugged tightly as your walls clamp down tightly. your silent obedience into giving sukuna what he wants.
"your stomach's gonna be round with my child," his gaze so hardened on your stomach, the head of his cock bulging out with every calculated thrust. making its existence known, it made the curve of sukuna's lips turn up higher as he could vividly imagine your stomach swollen with his offspring.
he'd imagine fucking you even full while pregnant.
"breasts so fucking full of milk," he rasps. "you'd let me drink it up, won't you?"
"yes, yes," you gasp, teary-eyed. "of course, ryo."
if you known the simple mistake of letting sukuna fuck you without the rubber would lead to this, you wouldn't know if you'd take back that small piece of information. countless of months has he been spouting nonsense such as this to you, a wicked look in his eyes as they focused on your stomach again.
for months had he been hoping to see the round of your stomach or to gain a phone call from you──one that would start off awkwardly for you, but tremendous for him──being told that you were pregnant. and for months has been denied the sweet gratification of just that.
and for months have you been playing along with his sick fantasy, never missing a day of taking birth control. but, maybe, if he sticks around long enough will you finally fulfill his sick little fantasy.
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thinking about understanding toji would be when you use your safe word with him
a/n: this was a request i unfortunately lost the draft to after I accidentally pressed post instead of save (totally my fault)! if you requested this then please know you're welcome back any time :) I rarely write/get asked to write angst and this was so much fun.
to say that today was one of the worst days you've had all year was an understatement.
you try not to mull over the details on the bus ride home, watching the rain pelt against the windows as you try to will down the tears that gather at your waterline. your favorite playlist does little to clam you, the lyrics going in through one ear and out the other as you all but stumble out onto this sidewalk and up the steps of your apartment building.
you'd gotten into a fender bender right after work. the mechanic said it was an easy fix. minimal enough to not total your car, but serious enough to have your trunk of your shitty car crumple like paper upon impact, hanging off its hinges like a loose tooth.
the service cost you just about an arm and a leg. your christmas bonus will be missed, gone before it even had time to settle in your bank account.
it'd be in the shop for at least the rest of the week, he said. your nails form crescents in the meat of your palm as you think about how early you'll have to wake up tomorrow to catch the bus, wiping away another onslaught of tears as you push your front door open and throw your purse onto the ground.
toji is as understanding as ever when you tell him, pulling you into his lap on the couch and hand feeding you popcorn while some nineteen-ninety-something sitcom rattles off on his too-old TV. he squeezes your thigh reassuringly after every sniffle, rubbing soft circles into your skin like you'll break if he stops.
your mind can't help but wander at the feeling of his skin on your. you shyly admit that you need a distraction when the show cuts to commercial, guiding toji's hands under your shirt to rest on your waist, his thumbs resting sweetly under your breasts.
toji gathers you into his arms immediately, and the reassurance feels so nice that you're sure this is what you've been needing. his touch is so warm, so gentle. soft enough to make you whine and writhe as he carries you to the bedroom like you weigh nothing, laying you down on the mattress ever so gently.
except, this doesn't feel right either.
"fuck, feelin' better, pretty girl? want it harder?" he asks you, groaning as he ruts into you slowly, palms kneading your ass like dough.
you're comfortably caged on either side by forearms corded with veiny muscle. you feel good physically, better than you have all day in fact. but you're just so tired. so overwhelmed from the events of today that you can't help but cringe as your eyes begin to sting. soon tears pool right where your face is pressed into the pillows, and before you can give it any more thought, your safe word tumbles out.
toji flinches like he's been burned, hands hovering over where his hands once dug into your skin.
"shit, of course baby." he reassures you, understanding as ever as he pulls out slowly and rolls you onto your back. "are you hurt? ...did i hurt you?" the thought alone has his stomach in knots.
"no, sorry... just tired." you mumble, embarrassment bubbling to the surface as you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. you don't even know why you're apologizing.
"no shame in that." he says, guiding you to sit up ever so slowly. toji reaches an arm out tentatively, waiting for your nod of approval before wiping your tears away with his thumb.
"y'know its okay to-"
"m' thirsty." you admit, not meaning to cut him off. you almost cringe at how demanding you sound, but toji doesn't mind at all, evident by how softly he cradles your cheek in his palm. you try to meet his gaze but stop at his collarbones, too afraid of how disappointed he might look.
except, toji raises your gaze for you, and the kindness in his expression is enough to undo the anxiety ball pulsing in your stomach. strong fingers pressed under your chin so your eyes meet his, the scar on his lip twisting into a familiar smile.
"gonna take care of you, okay?"
he works quickly, eyes never leaving you as he drapes a blanket over you and presses a firm kiss to your temple and ducking out for only a moment. he finds you curled up like a cat upon re-entering the bedroom, guiding you to sit up and bringing a bottle of water to your lips.
you take deep breathes in between sips, letting him wipe away the rivets that leak from the sides of your lips.
"got more on your mind?" he asks cautiously, offering you another sip. you let him finish it instead, watching him down the bottle in two swift gulps and discard it somewhere on the nightstand.
"I don't really know, just don't wanna take the bus to work tomorrow." you admit shyly, suddenly all too aware of just how naked the two of you are. the blanket does little to hide your form,
"lemme me drive you then. s' not a problem" he offers, scorching back against the headboard and motioning for you to crawl into his lap. you settle with a sigh, chin resting on his sternum as you mull it over. you're embarrassed to admit that you didn't think it could be that simple.
"as long as its okay with you." you mumble.
"wouldn't have offered if it wasn't." he teases, rubbing up and down the soft curve of your spine with both hands. toji slowly deposits you back onto the mattress, stepping off the bed and turning to you with a look that makes you feel so safe you might just start crying again.
toji reaches his hand out like your savior personified and you swear you hear the angels sing.
"y'wanna take a bath together?" he whispers, "'ill even wash your hair real good for you." there's no lust in his words, only pure, unfiltered, adoration.
you nod a little harder than you need to, feeling giddy at the thought of a much needed scalp massage. you've never felt so loved.
masterlist: manifestation methods☆*: manifestation readings I offer here
Robotic Affirming
The Easiest manifestation Method
The Manifestation Box Method
The Two Cup Method
The Pillow Method
The Shower Method
The Water Method
The Whisper Method
What I've manifested so far
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abundance
beauty
clear skin
confidence
courage
glow-up
good grades I
good grades II
good luck
manifestation
millionaire
money
motivation I
motivation II
self love
self worth
success
wealth and riches
i feel like such a weirdo every time i interact with someone im gonna kms why the fuck do i get embarrassed over literally any interaction with another human being even if i just say hi to be polite i immediately feel sick and want to throw up what the fuck am i even doing
hello everyone, if you haven’t followed my other blog , you probably would know that i decided to fully retire from writing fanfictions and start creating my own romance stories where black woman are loved from head to toe by guys, girls, demons, demi golds, cowboys, or speaking of my debut novel bodyguards…you name it! i just wanted to thank all of you for these past couple years of making me feel comfortable to nerd out when it comes to my interest in anime/manga, comics, video games, etc. it was wonderful meeting and talking to many of you even though some of y’all really used to drag my favs (reminisce that time y’all dragged zeke yeager). but truly, i wouldn’t have grown as a writer without none of y’all reading my cliche horny x reader fics. hopefully next time i log onto this account, i’m sharing with y’all the pre order link of my novel which is releasing next year.
it was such a wonderful time acting out on the dash with many of you guys, but fanfic writing deja is signing out & original indie author deja is clocking in.
love y’all, don’t forget your fav would eat you up like you’re a soul food platter.
— dejwrites
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⋆˚࿔ DOUBLE OR NOTHING — toji fushiguro
SUM. After countless empty promises spilled from his lips, you wanted to believe that he’d show up to your anniversary of all things.
CONTAINS. 4.9k words. 18+ content, MDNI. non canon compliant/au. porn with minimal plot. fem wife! reader. marriage problems. divorce talk. angst (?). cunnilingus. fingering. unprotected p in v. spanking. doggy. missionary up against a wall (???). pet names (mama, wifey, etc.)
"I'll make it home to you by six, mama. Take you out on a nice date, get you some flowers, all that stuff you like. Promise."
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toji isn’t submissive per se, it’s weird grey area. something between quiet observation and willing participation.
there’s no begging, no whining, no grovelling on his knees for your attention. just a quiet exchange of power as he dials himself back a bit, letting you use his body to make yourself feel good.
it’s different like this, softer, more intimate. the hand that would otherwise be yanking your head back by your hair lays limp by your side, his thumb rubbing soft little circles into the skin there as you bounce up and down on him.
it’s quiet, save for the little puffs of breath your heat punches out of him every time you come down on him. it’s cute, how a meak groan escapes his throat every once in a while, something reluctant and shy and unlike any sound you would have expected him to make.
you love when he’s like this, love hearing what he really sounds like under all the ego he flaunts around. he’d be dirty-talking your ear off any other day, holding you down and stringing together the filthiest sentences he could possibly think of to embarrass you. huffing and growling into the crook of your neck while the neighbors ponder on calling in a noise complaint.
make no mistake, he could take every ounce of control back if he wanted to. could hike you up off the couch with one arm and have you face down in his bed faster than you can blink. but he just… doesn’t want to perform right now, doesn’t want to be the rough and hedonistic version of himself. toji just wants to be a tool to feel good, and that in itself can give him enough pleasure to last all night.
Clear Skin: Appearance Affirmations
Hello and welcome to this post! In here I will be giving a few motivation affirmations. I hope you all enjoy and find this useful.
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NOTE: the subliminal with these affirmations is here
My skin is naturally clear, radiant, and glowing.
I love and appreciate my healthy, smooth skin.
My body works in harmony to create flawless skin.
I release all toxins and negativity from my skin.
My skin regenerates quickly and beautifully.
I attract healthy, glowing skin effortlessly.
My skin is hydrated, balanced, and nourished.
I radiate confidence with my clear complexion.
My skin is free of blemishes and imperfections.
I care for my skin with love and gratitude.
Every cell in my skin is healthy and rejuvenated.
My skin reflects my inner peace and positivity.
I am proud of my smooth and even skin tone.
My skin heals quickly and completely.
I make choices that support my skin’s health and beauty.
My skin is calm, clear, and healthy.
I feel confident and beautiful in my own skin.
I attract compliments for my radiant complexion.
My skin glows with natural beauty and health.
I trust my body to maintain clear and healthy skin.
Tip: you can repeat as much as you want, it is all effective. What works for you works for you.
Switching from a Negative Self Concept to a Positive Self Concept: A Personal Story 🦋
Let me share a bit about self-concept and a personal experience that might help clarify things for you.
When I was younger, my self-concept was pretty low. I constantly felt like I wasn't enough, and I was extremely clingy, struggling with issues around abandonment.
To make matters worse, I was surrounded by people I thought were friends, but they were actually fake and jealous, gossiping about me behind my back.
All of this weighed heavily on me, leading to depression and dark thoughts that wouldn’t leave me alone.
Back then, I honestly thought I’d never get better. I felt trapped in a cycle that seemed impossible to break.
Then I stumbled upon the idea of self-concept.
At first, I didn’t really get what it meant, but once I grasped the basics, I started applying what I learned to my own life.
Sure, it was tough at the start, but I realized that if I wanted to change and feel good about myself, I had to put in the effort, even if I didn’t fully believe it at first.
I had to learn to trust myself to make those changes. I couldn’t depend on others or seek validation from outside sources; this was a journey I had to take alone.
Gradually, I began to work on my main thoughts every day.
For instance, whenever a negative thought like "I'm not good enough" popped into my head, I would quickly replace it with "I am beautiful, capable, and deserving of everything I want."
This habit of flipping my negative thoughts into positive ones had a lasting impact on my self-concept. Now, I feel so much better about myself and have gained a lot of confidence.
I wanted to share my story because I know many of you might be facing similar struggles.
Trust me, the secret lies in self-concept and how you view yourself each day.
The more positive thoughts you cultivate about yourself, the more they become your dominant beliefs, shaping a healthier self-concept. You’ll start to genuinely believe in them.
And it works just the same in the opposite sense. (But you don't want that of course!)
I really hope this personal story has been helpful to someone out there in their own way. It all begins with the messages you give yourself and what you truly believe.
Thanks a ton for checking out another one of my posts! If you want to dive deeper into self-concept, swing by my Patreon! I’m super passionate about this stuff and love sharing what I’ve learned!
This is where the REAL magic begins! 🦋
Much love butterflies, from Kia! 🦋
content: suguru x fem reader, smut, filming sex
having the world’s most insatiable perv as a boyfriend meant satisfying his needs in the craziest ways
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“Oh my god that’s perfect,” Suguru whines, admiring your glistening body through his phone’s camera lense. The cold breeze of the living room fan contrasts with the glossy layer of oil he’d rubbed all over you earlier, goosebumps erupting up your thighs and back.
Your monthly photo shoots with your boyfriend seemed to be the least perverted thing Suguru had convinced you to do over the course of your relationship. Every bikini, every set of panties, and every tiny little skirt you brought home deserved got one— his sick little way of christening your wardrobe.
A simple black bikini had set him off this time, something simple you’d bought at the mall last week. You had tried so hard not to roll your eyes after he’d waltzed into your shared bedroom with the dangling from his fist, tempting you with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could muster.
“Please?” He whined, reaching for your hands to pull you up and out of bed. “For me?”
“..Fine,” you say sternly, knowing there was absolutely zero way he’d let you buy something skimpy without taking a couple pictures for his spank bank. You swear you spy him jumping up and down in your peripheral as you strip out of your pajamas.
And that’s —for better or for worse— how you’d ended up on the living room carpet with your boyfriend standing over you, covered in a thin sheen of body oil he’d tenderly massaged into your skin and staring right into the twin cameras on back of his cellphone.
“Fuck— stay like that,” Suguru marvels, adjusting his obvious hard-on through the fabric of his lounge pants.
“What? Like this?” You giggle, pulling at the middle of your bikini top to show more cleavage. The breathy noise it earns you is nothing short of adorable. Suguru shakes like a leaf as he snaps a few more photos, holding onto his sanity by a thread while all the blood in his body drains right into his dick.
You shade your eyes from the camera flash, blowing him a kiss from where you kneel on the carpet. Suguru kneels behind you, a wave of warmth radiating off of him as he reaches to move your hair across one shoulder.
A calloused palm on your back coaxes you face down onto the carpet, back arched with your thong-clad ass in the air.
“Shit…” he marvels. The tiny piece of fabric leaves so little to the imagination, settling in the rift between your lips perfectly.
You wiggle your ass back and forth in invitation, giggling as his thumb pulls the sticky thong to the side and rubs over your heat.
“Take a video, no?” you tease, feeling a thick finger slide into you as the man behind you groans in earnest. Suguru slips his thumb out of you slowly, bringing his hand to your mouth to have you suck his finger for the camera.
“I’m never deleting this— never— fuck,” Suguru groans, dragging the pad of his thumb across your tongue. You hear him save the video before whipping his phone onto the couch, using his free hand to pull his cock out and slowly push into you from behind.
I love your writing soon much!!! I'd love to see one where megumi calls you while you're receiving tojis back shots and you have to keep your composure😭🙏
there’s a special warm little place in my heart just for dilf toji who simply can’t stop fucking his son’s college friends
content: drabble, smut, more porn than plot
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“Aww c’mon,” Toji teases, holding the receiver to your ear with a laugh. “He’s not gonna stop calling.”
To say you were frustrated would be a flat out lie. You were pissed. The call couldn’t have come at a worser time, effectively putting a pin in what was supposed to be a much needed fuck.
You rock back onto Toji’s dick in earnest, trying to distract him from the task at hand.
“Keep fucking me,” you whine, batting at the arm currently holding your buzzing phone to the side of your face.
“Hmm? Should I?” He asks fondly, laughing at the scowl on your face.
“Just fucking hang up—” your blood runs cold as you hear your best friend’s voice on the other line.
“Hey! Are you busy?” megumi asks, patiently waiting for your reply. The smug little grin on his father’s face pisses you off more than it should.
“No.. why?” You grit, swatting behind you in frustration. Toji catches your hand as it collides with what you think is his stomach, twisting your arm behind your back and rendering you powerless. You’re ashamed to admit you clamp down on him at the show of dominance, rendering yourself speechless as he begins to rut into you again.
“Nobara and I were going to hit the library if you’re down, we miss you so much.” Toji scoffs behind you, laying the phone flat with the receiver next to your mouth.
“I miss you guys too,” you muster, wincing as his father’s hand squeezes the back of your neck, a silent warning.
“Oh, do you now?” Toji grumbles in your ear, squeezing the fat of your ass and dealing a stinging slap to the tender flesh. The squeal that escapes you only spurs him on, the pliant skin of your neck now under his searing hit tongue as he sucks a violet mark under your jugular.
You loved when he got like this, flamingly possessive at even the slightest show of affection from hisb son. Toji could handle you two being friends, but he’d be damned before he lets you sweet talk another man on his cock.
“I don’t think I can make it today though, family plans,” you say cautiously, gasping as Toji’s slow rut morphs into a merciless assault on your soaking wet walls.
“The hell was that?” Megumi laughs, clearly not catching onto what was currently happening.
You quickly shove your face into the pillow to muffle the moans that follow suit, whimpering as your head is wrenched back by your hair and held in front of the phone by a thick hand.
“Answer him, pretty,” His father whispers, easing up on you and slowing his thrusts.
You’re too far gone to respond now, feeling your orgasm creeping closer by the second.
“Listen, c-can we come back to this later? I—” you’re already clamping down hard on Toji’s dick before you can get the rest of your sentence out, soaking the both of you as your body explodes in every sense of the word.
You don’t even have it in you to panic when you feel him snatch the phone off the pillow and put it on speaker, still pummeling into your sopping wet entrance as he speaks.
“Hey, I think she’ll have to call you back kiddo.” he says, hanging up as the other line erupts in chaos.
OH MY