rayn

18 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏾 Toji and Shiu's pretty doll <3

[iiluvvslutss]

Introduction~

The name's Rayn <3

18 years old

Mostly write for JJK,

I personally think I'm hilarious

Everything I write is usually based off of my appearance, therefore it's mostly written around black women, but you can imagine it as whatever I don't care, just dont ask me to write around anything else please <3

[iiluvvslutss]

i really need to get back active, my apologies everyone! 🥲

[yukkigiri]

baby daddy sukuna headcanons

baby daddy!sukuna who knocked you up your freshman year after just a few months of dating—the cocky junior with pink hair, tattoos crawling up his arms, and that sharp smirk who claimed you the second you snapped back at him in the quad. when you told him, he didn’t run. he just looked at you, shrugged, and said, “guess i’m staying then.”

baby daddy!sukuna who moved you straight into his off-campus penthouse the second the pregnancy got heavy and you took a year off during what should’ve been sophomore year. paid for by family money he never bragged about. he handled the appointments, the midnight cravings, the crib assembly at 3 a.m. while muttering that this kid better come out strong like him.

baby daddy!sukuna who became a full-time dad the moment little ryo arrived, right as he was finishing senior year. walked the stage for his bachelor’s with you and newborn ryo in the crowd, then took a gap year instead of jumping into his master’s so he could stay home and raise his son without making you carry it all alone.

baby daddy!sukuna who never once made you feel like a burden. cooked surprisingly well, handled every night feed so you could sleep, growled at anyone who even hinted you should’ve “been more careful.” he still took care of you like it was instinct—still does—because you and ryo were the best thing that ever crashed into his chaotic life, even if it traded one kind of chaos for another.

baby daddy!sukuna who never regretted choosing you and ryo. not for a single second. he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. you two were the good that came out of the mess, the only thing that ever made the noise in his head quiet down.

baby daddy!sukuna who turned his old frat house into a baby-proofed war zone when you went back to school for junior year. strolled in with ryo strapped to his chest, pink hair matching, and the brothers—toji, satoru, suguru, nanami, choso—folded instantly. satoru bought too many toys, toji taught him tiny tough-guy faces, suguru read bedtime stories, nanami made nap schedules, choso carried him like royalty. the house went from broken bottles to corner guards and stair gates overnight.

baby daddy!sukuna who started his online master’s during your junior year because the flexibility let him take ryo whenever your classes or projects stacked up. “easier for you,” he’d grumble, but the way his whole face softened when ryo babbled “da-da” gave him away—he loved this more than he’d ever say out loud.

baby daddy!sukuna who graduated right beside you years later: him in his master’s gown, you in your bachelor’s, and ryo—now just over four—in a tiny matching cap and gown they custom-ordered because sukuna refused to let his son sit out. ryo kept trying to eat the tassel while running between you for hugs, the three of you laughing under the spring sun.

baby daddy!sukuna who dropped to one knee after the ceremony photos, ring box open, while ryo tugged his gown asking why daddy was “on the floor.” looked up at you with the same intense stare from day one and said, “i already got the family. now let me make it forever. marry me so i can spend the rest of this life—and every one after—taking care of you both.” you said yes before he finished, and he kissed you while ryo cheered like he already understood.

baby daddy!sukuna who finally got the forever he didn’t know he was looking for—with you, with ryo, and with the beautiful, loud, chaotic life you built together. no regrets. never will be.

© 2026 yukkigiri ☾ creations by luna — please do not repost, copy, or translate without permission.

[iiluvvslutss]

why is my screen so blurry🥹

[sadisticslut666]

Eiffel Tower w/ Higuruma and Nanami and no, we’re not talking about Paris

cw: explicit threesome, creampie, i felt horny pleez don’t judge me:3

Definition: The Eiffel Tower is classic threesome geometry: you on all fours (hands and knees), one pounding you from behind, the other kneeling/standing in front getting deepthroated.

The restaurant in Ginza is the kind of place Hiromi picks when he’s trying and, mostly failing, to pretend he’s not exhausted from another 14-hour day. You’re halfway through dessert, laughing at the way he’s dramatically narrating the latest courtroom disaster like it’s a true-crime podcast, when you feel someone stop at your table.

You look up. Nanami Kento. Blond hair still perfectly parted, suit still immaculate even at 10 p.m. Your stomach drops. Hiromi glances up too, then does a visible double-take. His tired eyes widen behind his glasses. “Kento?” “Hiromi?” Nanami’s voice is surprised. “I didn’t know you were in Ginza tonight.”

Hiromi stands immediately—old habit from college days, apparently and claps Nanami on the shoulder “It’s been—what, six years? Seven? Sit, sit. You remember—” He gestures to you, beaming like he’s just won the lottery.

Your mouth opens. Nothing comes out. Your goddamn ex-boyfriend who Hiromi had no idea you’d dated. Nanami’s gaze slides to you. Politely nodding, “Of course.”

“Well,” he says, clapping his hands once, “this is fantastic. Small world. Kento, you’re not busy, right? Come back to our place. Catch up properly.” You stare at him like he’s lost his mind. Nanami hesitates then nods once. “If it’s no trouble.” Hiromi reassures him, already signaling for the check. “Anything to catch up with an old friend, right? No trouble at all.”

You’re going to fkning murder him.

Arriving home, the apartment door clicks shut behind the three of you. Hiromi immediately heads for the kitchen, shedding his jacket over the back of a chair, “Whiskey orrr whiskey?” he calls without turning around. You drop your bag on the entry table with more force than necessary. Nanami stays near the door for a second longer than he needs to, loosening his tie with the same deliberate calm he used to use when he was about to end a long day by ending things with you.

“Whiskey’s fine,” Nanami says. Hiromi pours three glasses without asking if anyone wants ice. He hands one to Nanami first then you. You all sit. You take the couch. Nanami takes the armchair across from you. Hiromi perches on the arm of the couch next to you, close enough that his thigh presses against your shoulder.

“So.” He swirls the glass lazily. “Kento. Still doing the corporate bullshit. “Or did you finally tell them to fuck off like we talked about senior year?” Nanami smiles, “Still employed. Still billing hours. You?”

“Still losing cases I should win and winning ones I shouldn’t.” Hiromi shrugs. “Same shit. You remember that class I had to retake four damn times?” “Oh—yeah,” he says, motioning toward you with a small lift of his chin. “You were in it. Same section. Same professor. You used to finish the hypotheticals before Ikeda even finished reading the facts. I sat behind you every Tuesday and Thursday.”

“Ikeda’s class. The one with the curved grading and the weekly hypotheticals that made half the section cry.” Hiromi clarifies. Nanami nods once. “That one.” Hiromi’s gaze snaps to you disbelieving, “You were in Ikeda’s morning section?”

You swallow. “Yeah.” staring into your whiskey like it might grow a mouth and save you.

Nanami continues, “We dated for a little over a year. Then I graduated early. Corporate offer came in. Timing didn’t work.” ‘GODFCKN DAMNIT KENTO why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut.’

Hiromi goes still. The room is so quiet you can hear the refrigerator hum. Hiromi takes a sip slowly. “You dated,” he repeats. Hiromi looks at you then sets his glass down with a soft clink. “So,” he says casually, “you two have history.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Hiromi—”

Hiromi lets out a short, incredulous laugh that has no humor in it. “I was in the afternoon section. Same professor. Same material. Same fucking hell. And you—” He points at you, then at Nanami, then back at you. “—were in the same goddamn classroom as him. Every Tuesday and Thursday. For a whole semester.” You open your mouth. Nothing helpful comes out. Nanami exhales through his nose—the same sound Hiromi makes. It’s uncanny. Hiromi’s eyes flick to you. “And then you met me.”

You glare. “You’re making this weird.” “I’m making it honest.” He leans back, arms crossed. “I mean, come on. My old college friend—who I haven’t seen in years—happens to be your ex. And neither of you thought to mention it until we’re all three sitting here.”

Nanami looks at you. “I thought you would have told him.” “I thought it was ancient history,” you mutter. Hiromi snorts. “Ancient history, sure. So, which one of us fucks you better?” Kento chokes on his drink, as you shoot your boyfriend a glare, “What has gotten into you?!”

“What’s gotten into me?” he echoes, “I don’t know—maybe the fact that my girlfriend’s ex is sitting in my living room, drinking my whiskey, and apparently sat behind her in the same goddamn Contracts class I used to come home and bitch about every single week. Maybe it’s the part where neither of you thought that was worth mentioning. Ever. Or maybe—” he tilts his head, eyes flicking between you and Nanami, “—it’s the part where I’m sitting here realizing the guy who used to steal my ramen and proofread my briefs is the same guy who used to fuck my girlfriend.”

Nanami sets his glass down carefully. “Hiromi,” he says gently, “That’s enough.” Hiromi’s laugh is bitter, “Is it? Because I’m just getting started.”

You stand up so fast the couch creaks. “Hiromi, stop.” He looks up at you angrily, “I’m not mad at you,” he says, “I am mad that you lied. For pulling this shit tonight. I’m mad that I invited him here like an idiot because I was happy to see an old friend. And I’m mad that—” He gestures vaguely at the three of you. “—this is happening. All of it.”

Nanami stands slowly. “I can go.” Hiromi’s head snaps toward him. “Sit the fuck down, Kento.”

Nanami doesn’t sit. He just stays standing, hands loose at his sides, waiting. Hiromi exhales, “I’m sorry,” he mutters. “That was out of line. The question. All of it.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I just… I don’t know how to process this without sounding like a jealous asshole.”

You soften despite yourself. “You’re not an asshole. You’re just… processing. Loudly.” He huffs a small, self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah. That tracks.”

Nanami goes to turn and leave, “I didn’t come here to cause problems,” he says. “And I’m not here to compete. If you want me to leave, I will. No hard feelings.” Hiromi studies him for a long beat. Then he looks at you again. “I don’t want either of you to leave.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, dragging a hand through his already wrecked hair. “You’re really gonna say that right now.”

You shrug, helpless. “It’s the truth.” He looks between you and Nanami like he’s weighing between jealousy, curiosity, maybe both and then his mouth curves into a smirk. “Alright then,” he says, sliding off the arm of the couch, settling properly beside you, one arm draping behind your shoulders, fingers brushing the nape of your neck as his eyes stay locked on Nanami.

“You still think about her?” Hiromi asks bluntly. Kento takes a sip before answering. “I don’t lie to myself about the past,” he says evenly. “Yes. Sometimes.”

Hiromi’s thumb strokes once against you, “And you?” He turns to you, voice dropping. “You still think about him?”

“Sometimes,” you admit softly, “Not like before. But… yeah.” Hiromi nods once, like that’s the permission he needed. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Then go ahead and fuck him.” Your cough turns into a startled laugh. “Go on, baby. I know you want to.” He urges you again. You hesitate before softly saying, “Ken… come here.”

Hiromi shifts, pulling you back against his chest so you’re half in his lap, legs parting instinctively as Nanami sinks to one knee between them. Kento’s hands settle on your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress up inch by inch while Hiromi mouths along the side of your neck, “Look at her,” Hiromi murmurs against your skin, “Isn’t she so pretty.”

Nanami’s thumbs trace slow circles higher, higher, until they brush the damp lace between your legs. You arch without meaning to, a soft moan slipping out. Hiromi hums approvingly, one hand sliding down to cup your breast through the dress, thumb flicking over the nipple until it pebbles.

Kento hooks his hand through your wet panties, shoving them aside. The first swipe of his tongue is slow, like he’s relearning every inch. You gasp, hips jerking, but Hiromi bands an arm around your waist, holding you still. “Easy, baby,” he soothes, even as his other hand works the zipper of your dress down. “Let him taste what he’s been missing.”

Nanami groans against you, his tongue circles your clit once, twice, then dips lower, lapping at your pussy. Hiromi’s already hard against your ass through his slacks. His arm tightens around you, holding you open, “Tell him how much you missed this,” Hiromi whispers, “Tell him, baby. He’s listening.”

You start trembling and whimpering, “I—I missed your mouth, Ken. The way you… fuck, the way you always knew exactly—” Nanami doesn’t let you finish—just doubles down, sucking gently on your clit until your thighs tremble. Hiromi finally gets your dress off your shoulders, baring your breasts to the cool air of the apartment. He rolls one nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make you whine.

“Look at him,” Hiromi orders, “Look at how much he wants this.” You do. Nanami’s eyes are half-lidded and focused, blond hair falling forward as he works you over with devastating patience. When he slides two fingers inside making you whimper, back bowing. Hiromi laughs softly, “There it is. That sound I love.”

He shifts behind you, freeing himself from his pants with one hand while the other keeps you pinned. His cock presses hot and heavy against your lower back as he strokes himself lazily, watching Nanami devour you. “Think you can take both of us?” Hiromi asks, lips at your ear. “Like we talked about that one night. Remember my pretty girl?” Your brain short-circuits. “Yes—fuck, yes.” Nanami pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Hell yes.”

Hiromi nods in agreenment, before pressing a kiss beneath your ear. “You heard him, sweetheart. He’s in.”

Nanami rises smoothly to his feet, shedding his jacket, The metallic clink is obscenely loud in the quiet room. Hiromi helps you turn, maneuvering you until you’re facing the back of the couch, knees sinking into the cushions, ass presented. “Hands here,” Hiromi murmurs, guiding your palms to the backrest. “Keep them there unless one of us says otherwise.” You nod, breath hitching.

He walks around behind you, slapping your ass as Kento appears in front of you. “Hi, pretty girl.” He tips your chin up with two fingers. “Open.” You do, tongue flat, and he slides in slow—filling your mouth inch by inch until your lips stretch around him. The weight of him on your tongue makes you moan around the shaft; he exhales sharply through his nose, hand sliding into your hair to guide the rhythm.

Behind you, Hiromi lines up, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave prints, the other spreading you open. He pushes in with one long, steady thrust, your back arching with a muffled cry vibrating around Kento's cock.

“Fuck,” Higuruma rasps, “So tight after all that arguing earlier. You were waiting for this, weren’t you?” You can’t answer—mouth full—but you push back against him, clenching deliberately. He groans, hips snapping forward harder, setting a brutal pace that rocks you onto Nanami’s length.

His control slips a fraction. Hiromi’s thrusts drive you forward forcing more of Nanami’s cock past your lips until the head bumps the back of your throat. You gag softly, eyes watering, swirling your tongue under the ridge just the way you remember he liked. The two of them find rhythm without speaking: one pulls out as the other pushes in, seesawing you between them until your whole body is shaking.

“Goddamn,” Hiromi growls, fingers digging deeper into your hips as he watches the way your throat works around Nanami. “Look at that. Taking him like you never forgot how.” He begins thrusting deeper, balls slapping against you with every snap. You whine around Nanami’s cock—drool slipping down your chin—as Higuruma angles just right. Kento tightens his grip in your hair, fucking your mouth while Higuruma rails you. Nanami pulls out just enough to let you gasp, strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip. “Words,” he says calmly. “Tell us how it feels, baby.”

You manage a whimpered, “F-fuck—full—don’t stop—” Higuruma’s rhythm stutters at your voice. They sync up—Higuruma slamming deep from behind, Nanami sliding back into your mouth. The position holds: you bridged between them, body rocking with every thrust, throat and cunt stuffed. Nanami’s thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that slipped free when you took him especially deep. “Still so good at this. Always were.”

Hiromi laughs possessively, “Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know, Kento.”

Nanami’s eyes flick to Hiromi over the top of your head, “She used to come untouched just from sucking me off,” he says, “First time it happened she cried—thought something was wrong with her. Took me half an hour of coaxing to get her to admit how close she was.”

Hiromi’s thrusts turned punishing, that comment clearly hit a nerve. “Is that right?” Hiromi rasps, one hand sliding up your spine to fist lightly in your hair, tilting your head back so Nanami can sink even deeper. “You never told me that, baby. Keeping secrets from me now?”

You can’t answer—mouth too full, throat working frantically—but your body does: a fresh gush of wetness before you come first shaking hard, muffled screams around Kento as your walls flutter and clamp down on Hiromi as his pace turns erratic. “Fuck—fuck, that’s it—squeeze me just like that—”

Nanami pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, hand stroking himself fast, eyes locked on your wrecked expression. “Where do you want it?” he asks, voice strained. You don’t even have to think. “On me,” you rasp, voice hoarse. “Both of you.”

Hiromi swears viciously as he pulls out at the last second, flips you onto your back so fast the room spins, then straddles your hips. They stroke themselves in tandem—Hiromi’s hand flying over his cock, Nanami’s slower but no less desperate—until they both come.

Hiromi comes first, hot stripes painting your stomach, your breasts, one pulse landing across your nipple. Nanami follows seconds later, spilling over your chest, your collarbone, a few drops catching your chin when you tilt your head back for him. Hiromi exhales roughly, dropping down beside you, pulling you half into his lap before reaches for the throw blanket on the back of the couch and drapes it gently over your lower half.

Hiromi snorts softly. “Ever the gentleman even when he’s fucked my girlfriend. Classic Kento.” Nanami’s mouth quirks—just the tiniest hint of a smile. “Someone has to be.”

You laugh, weak and shaky, head lolling against Hiromi’s shoulder. “You two are ridiculous.”

Nanami disappears into the hallway without a word, returning a minute later with a damp washcloth and a glass of water. Classic fuckin’ Kento, what a sweetie. He hands you the glass first. You take it with trembling fingers, sip slowly, grateful for the cool slide down your raw throat. Then he kneels again between your spread thighs and gently wipes the mess from your stomach, your breasts, your collarbones with slow careful strokes.

Hiromi watches the whole thing with half-lidded eyes, one arm still slung around your shoulders. “You always this sweet after you come on someone else’s girl, Kento?” Nanami doesn’t look up from his task. “Only when she asks nicely.”

You choke on a laugh that turns into a soft groan when the cloth brushes a particularly sensitive spot. “Stop. Both of you.” Hiromi smirks, reaches over to take the washcloth from Kento’s hand, and finishes the job himself dragging the damp fabric across your nipple until it pebbles again under the attention.

You look back up at Kento, about to ask him not to leave before Hiromi beats you to it. “You should stay,” he says, “Since it’s already so late y’know.”

Kento looks up, eyes flicking from Hiromi to you. You reach out before you can overthink it, fingers curling loosely around Nanami’s wrist. “Please,” you add softly. “Stay.” He brushes your hair to the side of your face, “Alright, of course. I’ll stay.”

Hiromi smirks lazily, already reaching for the half-empty whiskey glasses on the table. “Good. Because we’re not done catching up.” You bury your face in Hiromi’s neck to hide your blushing.

Whatta small world, indeed.

a/n: several pussy pleasure breaks were taken during the writing of this and I j wanted to share that ALSO credits to @owwllly for this masterpiece of art they drew

[iiluvvslutss]

I don't even know what to say

[kill3ill]

big dick! higuruma (18+)

higuruma shushes you softly, trying to put an end to your restless squirming and your impatience as he holds you down on the bed. you wanted his dick in you well over ten minutes ago, but he insists on dragging this out and torturing you with long foreplay.

you're aware of his size, having spent long enough gaping at his cock as it rests against his belly, and with all the time he's spent pumping one, two, then three thick fingers inside you to prepare you to be split open around him, you're sure you'll have no trouble fitting him inside you. yet he continues to worry and fret about the possibility of you getting hurt. "mmh! baby, i promise i'm fine, would you please just-"

he interrupts you this time by pulling out the three fingers that were just buried in you to the knuckle, and slapping his palm firmly against your sopping hole. the bastard smiles at the high pitched, whiny noise you make when he spanks your pussy.

higuruma rubs the heel of his hand against your swollen folds while pushing his thumb against your clit, lips quirking at the loud, pitchy noises leaving you in response. "we had a talk abut patience, remember sweetheart?" he says softly, letting out a huff through his nose when you squeal and squirt a clear spray of liquid all over his hand and yourself. some hits his face, and he casually licks it off his chin without taking his eyes off you, continuing to spank that sensitive cunt of yours until you're done.

"but you just don't care, do you?" he tells you quietly, finally lining himself up to you. "you want cock, so you must get it now." you whine as he wastes more time rubbing the flared, swollen, and leaking head of his cock back and forth along your puffy folds. your eyes flit between the look of concentration on his face and the way he’s smearing rivulets of precum around your hole, then suck in a breath when he taps his tip heavily against your clit.

your chest heaves as little wanton pants leave you each time he teases you by aligning his cock perfectly with your opening just to shift away from it and go back to rubbing against you.

you never thought he could be such a tease.

tears of frustration are threatening to spill from your eyes, and you sit up slightly, about to grab his cock out of his hand and push it in you yourself, before he beats you to it, finally notching just the thick head past your sopping hole.

harmonious groans leave both of you simultaneously as your pussy stretches around him to accommodate the intrusion of his tip. though he’s barely inside you, it’s already a struggle. it’s like he’s gotten bigger or you’ve gotten tighter since your last fuck, which hadn’t been for a while now because he’s been so busy. and now, you can hardly get the first few inches of his hefty cock inside you.

you sit up on your forearms, chest rising and falling heavily as the two of you break eye contact to both look at where your pussy is wrapped around his cock, folds swallowing up his length and sucking him in deeper. he lets out a soft hiss through his teeth, not wanting to lose his head and cum prematurely from the sight, but it’s so captivating.

higuruma lets out little pants, his hands now gripping your hips firmly to abstain from slamming into you like an animal. he's controlling both you and himself as his vision glazes slightly each time he sees your pussy clenching around him. you're milking and sucking at the part of his cock that's already filled you up.

"look at that," he groans, one hand sliding around to your front to press against your lower belly, feeling the bulge of his cock from the inside. "you're taking me so well already. i told you preparation would help."

the words send a shiver through you, and you whimper, trying to shift your hips back to take more of him. but he's got you pinned, using his grip on your hips to control every movement.

higuruma pulls back just slightly, then pushes back in, repeating the motion in shallow thrusts that make you squeal with need. each movement drags his thick tip over your inner walls, the ridge catching and pressing against sensitive nerves. You can feel every vein, every pulse of his cock as it fucks into you.

"higuruma please-" you gasp, "i need more."

he shakes his head softly, mouthing along the curve of your neck and shoulders. he lays nearly on top of you, pressing hot kisses to your skin as his thrusts begin to pick up speed. "i'm getting there. just let me... fuck, just let me enjoy this."

the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies joining fill the room as higuruma finally begins to move in earnest. each thrust is deep and deliberate, intended to make you feel every thick inch of him as it slides in and out of your soaked pussy. your inner walls clench around his cock, trying to hold him inside as he pulls back, only to be stretched even further as he bottoms out.

you cry out, your back arching as he fills you to the hilt, his heavy balls pressing against your ass. he leans forward, his chest pressing against yours with his thrusts quickening more, and he starts pounding into you from above as loud groans and pants filled with your name leave his lips. you can feel the heat building in your core, that familiar pressure that signals your approaching climax.

"fuck, you feel incredible," higuruma moans, burying his face in your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "so perfect. 's like you're made just for me, isn't it?" you nod shakily, eyes watering with overwhelming pleasure when the head of his cock shoves against your cervix. you squeal and grab onto his bicep for support while his hands dig into your hips, using it as an anchor as he pounds into you with increasing fervor. the bed creaks beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall in a rhythmic thump that seems to punctuate each deep thrust.

you grab him by the tie around his neck, halting him from his slobbery kisses to your pulse point below your ear, and slot your mouth messily onto his instead. and the moment you do, higuruma obeys your silent command without question. hishands move to brace on either side of your head as you pull him down into a deep, hungry kiss.

his cock slows its frantic pace because the new angle allows you to take him even deeper as he fucks you missionary-style, his chest pressed against yours. his tongue rolls over yours and scopes your mouth as his cock pushes into you to the hilt, balls squished against the curve of your ass while his tip places another kiss to your cervix. he gets distracted and can't kiss you and fuck you at once, so he keeps that mind numbing pressure on your womb while moaning into your mouth and devouring you.

"you're so perfect," he says, barely moving inside you at this point, but he allows you some breathing room by occasionally dragging his cock back nice and slow, then pushing back inside. he's not pulling out properly anymore. he just keeps hitting that spot deep inside that makes your vision blur with pleasure.

"baby, i can't... i can't last much longer," he moans against your lips, his body tensing above you. but you won't let him pull away, tightening your grip on his tie. when he tries to warn you again, you cut him off with a whispered assurance. "do it, i want your cum, higuruma."

"oh, fuck." his entire body goes rigid above you, and you feel the first hot spurt of his release deep inside your womb. "i'm... c-cumming, i'm gonna-"

he shoves his tongue into your mouth again to silence the embarrassingly loud noises leaving his mouth, his cock throbbing as it dumps what feels like an endless stream of thick, hot cum inside you. his load fills you up and coats your inner walls, all the pressure from being so full and the warmth of his cum sending you over the edge right after.

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[iheartyuyu]

you were made for gentle love.

it wasn’t that you were fragile. it was more than you have already withstood a lot in life. the last thing you needed was to be uncomfortable in your own relationship, or have to tolerate something that may hurt your feelings.

you wanted the soft kind of love. the type where he stared at you softly with dreamy eyes, the type where he would carry you if your feet hurt, the type where he would cry if he was ever accidentally mean to you— the type where he loved you devotedly and gently.

you always made it clear, you wanted gentle love.

which was why it left everyone flabbergasted when you and sukuna ended up together.

everyone didn’t understand. did you end up abandoning your own boundaries? after all, sukuna was known to be a loud, short-tempered asshole with little to no manners. he was mean, rude, cocky— everything you were not looking for.

if only they saw how the loud, scary sukuna was with you.

you had a full day of back-to-back lectures. the idea od having to stay awake in classes and take notes from 8:30 am to 5:30 pm was already ruining your morning, especially when you had fallen asleep too late the night before, and woke up too late to grab breakfast.

by the time it was 12, you were already exhausted. you were stuck in the part of the campus with no signal, your phone was dying, and you felt like you were going to cry at the thought of continuing the rest of the day like that.

you were hungry. and tired. and sleepy. and—

warm arms gently wrapped around you, pulling you gently to a firm body, the smell too familiar for you to be alarmed. your eyes softened in confusion as you glanced up, meeting concerned red eyes.

“you don’t have classes today.” you mumbled tiredly, leaning into his touch, eyes briefly fluttering shut. he practically held your weight up, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before he let go of you and grabbed your bag with a huff.

“i don’t.” he grunted, holding out a thermal cup and a brown paper bag you hadn’t noticed he was holding. you blinked dumbly. his lips twitched. “for you, sweetheart.”

“oh.” you mumbled, accepting them. “oh. is this—“

“your usual order.” he confirmed, nonchalant. “what lecture do we have now?”

“we?” you furrowed your eyebrows, exhausted and confused. “we’re not even in the same major— kuna, go home.”

“we.” he repeated, insistent, unfazed. he looked intimidating, especially with a frown pulling on his lips when he noticed your dark eye bags, but his eyes were soft. “you slept late last night?”

you hummed, giving up too easily at convincing him to go home, already walking to your next lecture. he followed, gently taking the thermal cup before you could ask, leaving your hands free to quickly eat before you reach the room.

“you have that party tonight, right?” you mumbled once you were done eating, throwing the bag away. he hummed, handing you the cup back, eyes fully focused on you. his frown deepened, and you sighed. “don’t say you won’t go. you haven’t went out with your friends in ages.”

he scoffed, now scowling. “why the fuck would i go out with them when i can stay home with you, especially with you tired and exhausted?”

“go out.” you insisted. he opened his mouth to argue, and you met his eyes, a sad pout pulling on your lips. “please. i don’t want to take you from your boys, and i wouldn’t be saying this if i knew you wouldn’t have fun.”

his eyes softened. his frown was back, but his free arm gently wrapped around your waist once more. “you know you can get me to do absolutely anything with that look, right?” he muttered, sighing loudly. at your small smile, his trademark smirk was finally making an appearance, despite his attempt to hide it to continue pretending to be annoyed, tugging you closer. “pure magic.”

by the time sukuna had driven you home and walked you in, you felt like you were about to collapse. the day had affected your mood, especially with you being too tired to focus or even write (sukuna’s hand writing was now gracing your notebook) and feeling absolutely stupid for not being able to grasp basic concepts. it didn’t help that you were hungry, and too lazy to cook or even pick up your phone to order.

and your boyfriend was at a party you forced him to go to.

before you realized it, you were on the couch, face buried into the cushions, tears soaking the fabric. you weren’t even sobbing, too tired to reach that point, just sadly letting tears drop and waiting for the horrible feeling in your stomach to fade.

you hadn’t even realized you had dozed off.

not until you were gently woken up by warm fingers gently swiping the remained of your tears away. your eyes gently fluttered open, and met red eyes, worried and angry. sukuna was kneeling beside the couch, his eyebrows furrowed, body tense. you blinked once, twice, and leaned softly into his touch, eyes fluttering shut sleepily. “mhm… you’re back?”

“yeah,” he grunted, arms adjusting you so you’re sitting up, a blanket being thrown on you before you’re gently yet firmly tucked in. “too fucking late, apparently. stay awake.”

with that, he’s walking into the kitchen, leaving you alone again. you blinked sleepily, staring into space, too distracted by how badly you need to sleep to even think. the smell of delicious food begins to fill the room, and your stomach growled loudly just as sukuna walks in, carrying a bowl.

“oh.” you mumbled slowly. “food.”

“yeah, food.” he nodded, almost amused, but his eyes were still concerned. “open up.”

you opened your mouth sleepily. throughout the meal, sukuna kept having to wake you up to remind you to chew and swallow, before gently feeding you once more. by the time the bowl was done, you were snoring softly on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his body.

when you woke up, you were being tucked in bed, now in comfortable pajamas (his shirt and shorts). you shifted with an embarrassing whine at the idea of being awake, and his sharp laugh echoed, clear of mocking and embarrassment, just pure amusement as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“gives me fucking cuteness aggression.” he mumbled, cupping your cheek. you were out like a light, snores echoing softly again, already starting to drool. his grin widened. “gonna fucking marry you.”

“…mhm…?”

“nothing, baby. goodnight.”

(a/n ok i admit i botched his character this time u guys can call him ooc </3 disadvantages of never actually reading/watching jjk… ill get better soon trusttt)

[iiluvvslutss]

lowk reminds me of my man lolll LOVE THIS

[winterrbluess]

Look at my lawyer 😌

[kurosaaki]

OVERSTIMULATION W/TOJI

WARNINGS: NSFW — smut; p in v sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial, overstim, big d*ck toji (like always), toji begging a little whoop whoop

A/N: i need him biblically

“fuck, c’mon…” toji mumbled, eyes rolling back. “quit playin’ and sit on it already.”

you’re straddling his hips, thighs spread over his, cunt slick and swollen as you drag your folds slowly up and down his thick length.

but no penetration. not yet.

it’s just the wet, slippery friction for now. your clit catches on the fat head of his cock every upward glide, sending little jolts through your own body, but you keep your pace lazy. call it karma — for what he does exactly the same to you sometimes.

his big hands lock around your waist, abs flexing under you with every short roll of his hips. he’s trying to thrust up into you, but you rise a little. just enough to deny him every single time.

“you’re leaking all over my pussy, toji” you pout, voice sweet like you’re making a comment about the weather. “so wet and pretty. look how red the tip’s getting”

you giggle, and he groans frustratedly. though his dick betrays his frustration. it jumps against your pussy, smearing more precum across your clit.

“you’re just gonna tease my dick till i lose it, or what?” he questions, but his voice shatters slightly when you grind harder, trapping his cock between your soaked lips and rocking forward so the ridge of him drags right over your entrance again.

you hum, unbothered, and reach down between your bodies. your fingers wrap around the base of him — it twitches pathetically arousingly — and you squeeze just enough to make his eyes roll back for a second.

notching him at your entrance, you sink down the tiniest bit, just the head. but you stop.

and you clench on purpose around the head of his cock.

“fuck!” he curses in a whisper, “move, woman”

you don’t.

instead you rock the tiniest bit—just enough to let another inch slip inside before pulling back up again, leaving him with nothing but the memory of your cunt.

his head knocks back against the pillow. “you are gonna kill me...”

you give him a little mercy and you start riding him—but only with the tip. tiny, shallow dips. wet little sucks of your pussy around his cockhead. everytime he tries to buck up into you, you rise, denying him each time.

“baby, fuck,” he finally grits out, voice wrecked. “let me in. lemme feel your cunt all over my dick, c’mon, i’ll make it so good—shit..”

you reward him by sinking down another inch, letting him feel the squeeze of your walls, then pulling right back up.

you clench hard around the head again, fluttering, and his eyes squeeze shut.

“g’na—fuck—gonna cum if you keep doin’ that—”

“nuh-uh.” you press a palm flat to his lower stomach,. “you’re gonna wait.”

“fuckin’ sadist,” he mutters, as thighs tremble under you. “gonna make me beg?”

“maybe.” you circle your hips, starting to move further down, “you look so pretty like this, though. all worked up. cock throbbing just from my pussy rubbing on it.”

he stares up at you, wrecked and furious and so close you know it hurts him sweetly.

“please, babygirl… please fuck me. need t’be deep. need t’fill you up. please...”

you smile triumphantly.

and finally, you sink all the way down, all the wetness of your slick folds rubbing against him earlier sticking to your thighs as you begin to move your hips.

“fuuuuck —there we go,” he rasps. “fuckin’ finally.”

your hips snap down, clit grinding against his pelvis on every descent, walls clamping tight around him like you’re trying to milk him dry.

toji’s hands fly to your ass, gripping, spreading, helping you bounce even though his arms are shaking. sweat slicks his chest, his throat working around ragged breaths.

“m’not gonna fuckin’ last after your little show-“ he warns between gritted teeth, “almost made me bust”

you cut him off by clenching deliberately, fluttering around his length.

leaning forward, your moans turn to desperate cries for release, bracing your hands on his pecs, nails drawing little half moons.

when he comes, it doesn’t take you long to follow him. his voice breaks slightly, breathing hard as he traps you around him with his arms.

sweet death and even sweeter orgasm!

[shawtuzi]

yall pls omg this vid right here is screaming plug!choso—just walk with me real quick pls pls pls

just imagine . . . it’s the dead of night and you’re freshly smoked out from hot boxing in his car. some rock music was playing softly in the background while you two giggled and flirted amongst yourselves, until plug!choso finally broke the seal to the overwhelming sexual tension. it started off as a simple, ‘it feels like you’re so far away . . come sit on my lap,’ and that turned into well . . . you know.

now here you were; skirt and panties discarded while you rode plug!chosos dick like you were furious at him. he was long, thick . . curved—everything that would leave the average girl crying with shaking legs. you almost wanted to tap out, and have him take over, but fuck, he just looked so pretty underneath you with his head thrown back and plush lips parted. not to mention he was being soo vocal. every time your hips slammed down you were met with a—

“fuck, baby, you’re so fuckin’ wet.”

“m’so deep in that pussy, you probably feel me right here, huh?”

“s-slow down, slow down—fuck, c’mere. gimme a kiss.”

“keep fuckin’ me like t-this, and i promise you’ll be dealing with me forever.”

spending forever with the dark haired, six three man didn’t sound half bad at all—even though you’ve only smoked with him about a handful of times.

and when his hand wrapped around your neck to apply pressure, that’s when you came with a loud cry, triggering plug!chosos orgasm as well. he was so loud and whiny with it, crying out your name and other pet names while you continued to rock against his pulsing dick.

plug!choso wasn’t the best at keeping eye contact for long periods of time, but as you milked his orgasm for all it was worth, all he could do was look at you with scrunched brows and pure adoration swirling in those brown eyes of his.

he eyed your exposed breast, thinking to himself for a moment before sucking your nipple into his mouth. “y-you’re so fucking hot, and good at this holy s-shit.”

“yeah?” you giggled, blindly reaching behind you to squeeze at his balls. he hummed against your nipple, the silver ball of his tongue piecing swiping against the bud.

“mhm, now gimme another kiss.”

[iiluvvslutss]

Finding out you’re pregnant w/ husband!toji + small timeskip portion

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Those two lines stared back at you, taunting you as you hit your vape. “I’m gonna get fat” you mutter to yourself. Your entire lifestyle had smoking and drinking somehow incorporated into each part of it that didnt involve work, so this was just gonna throw things off tremendously, but it wasn’t even a decision on whether you were gonna keep it, you’re married, and financially stable, and this was something you and Toji had been talking about, making small little jokes here and there, so uh, whooptydoo.

Toji had just gotten home from work, kicking his boots off, it was oddly quiet, he stepped into the living room and saw you sitting on the couch, lost in thought. Usually, you’d be smoking a blunt or sipping a four loko while watching some random improv show, so this was…odd.

“Ya good?” Toji asks with a tilt of his head. Instead of answering, you bite back a smile and slide 4 positive tests across the coffee table. Toji stares, then blurts “It ain’t mine.”

“Toji we’re married”

“Oh. Right.” then the news actually clicks. “Wait you’re pregnant, like carrying MY child,” he just wanted to make sure he was hearing this correctly, and when you nod, his phone drops and within a second you’re being scooped off the ground, spun around the exact same way he did on yalls honeymoon. ‘I’m gonna be a mommy” you sing as he spins you around.

The first few months were hard, you were going through withdrawal, and on top of that you kinda just missed having your body to yourself, but once you hit 5-6 months, things were easier, you could actually eat more, and you were still staying active.

4/12/25 2:33am

Your eyes shot open. All you could think about was Subway, and luckily for you the one by your house was open 24 hours. You nudge Toji. “babe.” *snore* “baaabe.” *snooore*, you groan, then you get a bright idea to sit on his stomach, so you do, and sure enough, his eyes gradually flutter open, his hands immediately going to your hips. “Wassup doll ?” he asks, voice raspy from being half sleep.

“Can we go to Subway?” you ask , attempting to use your sweet voice. He looks at you, you look at him. He just sighs. “Get your ass up.” you squeal, happy that you’re getting the sub you were craving oh so badly.

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hey yall, this one ass but i just wanted to write something in honor of me finding out im pregnant 🙂‍↔️ am i going through it? yes. send help.

[iiluvvslutss]

heyy, sorry i haven't posted anything, lowk been going through it, will try to come back soon! 🩷

[iiluvvslutss]

cw: slightly suggestive content, little bit of violence

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roommate!toji doesn't believe in wearing shirts around the apartment. everytime he does, you have to fight the urge to just stare. he's just soo…manly. makes you wanna just pounce on him, especially when your ovulating.

roommate!toji who teases you when he does catch you staring. he loves to see you all flustered.

“you're starin’ doll.” he teases. you look away, damn near giving yourself whiplash.

“shut up” you mumble as you focus your attention on something on your phone.

roommate!toji constantly asks to smoke with you, even though you enjoy smoking alone, you occasionally let him join, but shit he gets soo touchy when he's high.

“your hand's on my tit” you deadpan as you take a drag of the blunt yall are sharing.

“is it? sorry ma” he murmurs lazily, but he doesn't move his hand, and you dont do anything to move it either. that damn nickname does things to you that it really shouldn't.

roommate!toji who veeeery silently crashed out when he found out you had a date with someone. a few days after said date, you go to text the dude, but he didnt respond. so you checked his instagram, this motherfucker was dead. what the hell? you were lowkey devastated, toji comforted you through it, even though he was the one that did it.

roommate!toji is always honest with you, about everything. Everything. you had no problem showing him your dresses before going out, he always gave you his honest opinion, he would even help you pick out your jewelry.

roommate!toji who would sneak into your room anytime you left to go out with your friends, just to steal your panties and jerk off with them. did he feel ashamed at all? not even a little bit. he only almost got caught once, but you were too drunk to register anything.

roommate!toji who actually loooves seeing you drunk. if he's awake when you get home, which he usually is, you just cling to him, drunk ranting about your night, and he just listened, fuck he loved hearing you talk, even when you were like this.

“then, this dude kept tryna talk to me after i said i wasnt interested like 7 times!” you slur out, feeling the anger from the situation resurface.

“need me to kill em?” toji says, he was dead serious. you shake your head. “s’fine, kicked him in the balls.” toji let out a laugh, he wasn't that surprised.

roommate!toji who likes to take you to the casino with him sometimes as his…”good luck charm,” and surprisingly, it works 99.99% of the time. he always gives you a cut of whatever he gets, you love that part.

roommate!toji who teaches you how to use a gun, even takes you to a shooting range instead of having you practice in some random field, which you assumed he would do, definitely surprised the fuck out of you.

roommate!toji definitely wants to have you all to himself, but he definitely isnt ready for a real relationship, and he can tell you aren't either, and he knows if he fucks you, it's over you're his and that's that, sohe cant do that, and plus, he kinda likes what you two have going on.

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hey yall, some of these lowkey could be fics, i think i likes this. anyway uhh im glad cory is posting again, love that, and he's been lookin extra fine lately🙂‍↕️🫦ignore any errors im drunkoki bye🦋

[reignpage]

In which you love to watch Neighbour!Choso jerk off 18+

Neighbour!Choso who pounds away on his bass with his brothers at ungodly hours, the whole garage rattling like it’s about to collapse, the walls trembling with noise while the rest of the neighbourhood curses his entire family’s existence. He doesn’t care — in fact, the louder the complaints, the louder he plays.

Neighbour!Choso who’s all piercings and tattoos, hot in a way that feels unfair. His window sits right across from yours, and you’ve caught yourself looking, more than once, when he strips off his shirt without bothering to close the curtains. And really, is it your fault if he doesn’t seem to mind being watched?

Neighbour!Choso who is none the wiser when you realise he has a healthy sexual appetite, sitting on his bed and jerking off like clockwork at 3am without fail — when his band finally gives it a rest and he has time to himself. He shrugs off his tight black shirt, revealing chiselled abs and a happy trail you can see all the way from your house. His Calvin Klein hangs low, band visible from his ripped jeans. 

Ringed hand is brought up to his lips where he crudely spits onto his fingers before he creeps it into his jeans. Curtains carefully split just enough for one eye, you continue watching, ashamed but so turned on. After all, you’ve had a crush on this guy since forever, finding his bad boy aesthetic so lip-biting and his brooding nature panty-dropping. Just barely, you see him throw his head back, a flush growing on his bare chest and climbing up his slender neck. Frustrated by the tight constraints of jeans and boxers, you can only assume, he tugs his cock out.

You gasp.

It’s long, thick and pink in the prettiest way. His hand moves furiously, up and down, up, down, up, down, circling the head, up and down, thumbing the slit, massaging his balls, pinching his nipples, up and down, up and down, and dropping a fat drop of spit on his cockhead. 

“Oh god…” You mutter, breathless and unblinking. “Is that a piercing on his tip? Jesus…”

When he cums, it’s with a long moan and a back arch, abs clenching hard. Thick white ropes of cum spurts all over his torso, dirtying his body. He pants, slowly jerking the last drops out of his cock before he falls back onto his bed, content to fall asleep in his own mess. You shut the curtains and stay up all night with your fingers in your own pants.

Neighbour!Choso who sometimes knocks at your door with cake or other sweet treats that his parents made just for you and your family. He brings little Yuji when he can and lingers by the door longer than he needs to, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and pig-tailed hair ruffling with his head tilt. Features sharp, a small smile plays on his lips as he listens to you ramble about your time at college and how happy you are to be back for the summer. 

“I’m happy you’re back too.”

Flustered and not bothering to hide your glee, you ask, “Really?”

“Yeah, ‘course. Missed having an audience when I jerk off to you.” With that one sentence, he renders you speechless, jaw dropping to the floor. He chuckles, two fingers pressing to your chin to shut your lips together. “Hope your family likes the chocolate cake. I added a special ingredient just for you.” 

Neighbour!Choso winks and waves goodbye, silver rings glinting, ushering Yuji away and retreating home. That evening, you don’t peek like you usually do, too embarrassed and guilty. But the next morning, when you brave one, just one, look, you’re gobsmacked to find a sheet of paper taped to his window. It spells out,

Don’t get shy on me now. It hurts my feelings :(

A basic but classic trope. Although, if I was reader, my curtains would be wide open and we'd be having a jerk off. If he wins he's eating my ass and if he loses, I peg his

[glub-glub]

gosh hes just so big and tough and manly. i wanna jump on him and kiss all over his face while caressing his big strong arms and chest.

[kamitv]

pervyroommate!toji who steals your pillow while you’re out and takes it into his room to dryhump later that night pretending it’s you. He get’s off on your scent against the fabric, his fantasies wild and vivid as he pictures spreading you out beneath him.

pervyroommate!toji who’s never had a problem talking to women or sleeping with them but for some reason when it’s you he not as smooth as he usually is.

pervyroommate!toji who’s heard groaning your name late one night just beyond the thin walls of your shared apartment, a rhythmic thumping heard against said wall as his headboard bumps into it over and over and over again.

He’s in his room fucking that stolen pillow as if it were really you, grunting all sorts of filth into it like some real pathetic loser. This is the same guy who can hardly say anything more than “good morning” to you most days and yet you could hear him getting off every other night like he hadn’t a care in the world.

pervyroommate!toji who’s loud with his grunts and groans, almost as if he wanted you to hear him.

pervyroommate!toji who wonders if you’ve ever touched yourself to the sounds he’s making for you—only to later find out you are as you accidentally whine his name a little too loudly.

You’d slapped a hand over your mouth and everything but it was already too late, the thumping of his bed had stopped and his room was suddenly quiet.

pervyroommate!toji who knocks on your room door, begging for you to let him in just to literally fall to his knees the moment you open your door.

pervyroommate!toji who’s got the most desperate look in his eyes as he stares up at you with a frown tugging at those scared lips of his. Mumbling something about, “Jus’ wanna taste you, doll. Just one time ‘n I’ll never steal your shit again.”

As if you were aware he’d been stealing your stuff in the first place…

The only thing you did know was that your pervyroommate!toji was lying when he said he’d never steal anything again, but you let him eat you out anyway.

pervyroommate!toji has you up against the wall moments later as he laps that greedy tongue of his in between your sopping folds, holding your thighs up on his shoulders and keeping your spread just enough so that he wouldn’t miss a single drop.

pervyroommate!toji who’s a filthy eater and groans all sorts of shit into your pussy. “S’fuckin’ sweet. Fuuuck..” he’d grunt in between the languid rolls of his tongue over your clit, “Could eat this pussy all fuckin’ day. C’mereee,” then his hands are tugging at you and trying to get you to ride his face.

pervyroommate!toji who used to dream about moments like this where he could bring you to these toe-curling orgasms with his tongue alone, knowing damn well this new relationship of yours wouldn’t stop here.

pervyroommate!toji who has you folded into the meanest mating press that same night, stuffing you nice and full with all the thick inches of his fat cock. He’d drag the weight of it all against your honeyed walls just to hear that filthy shlick that rings throughout the air.

pervyroommate!toji who fucks like he’ll never get the chance to do it again, driving his cock into you faster than he pulls out and panting into your ear.

“Wanna cum riiight here,” He grunts all hotly, making sure his angry cockhead is caressing that sensitive sweet spot of yours, “Uhuh.. Feel me s’deep inside that pussy? Yeahhh, m’gonna cum right there, doll. Not stoppin’ til’ I’m leakin’ outta’ ya’.”

pervyroommate!toji who presses a heavy hand against your lower abdomen just to watch the way you lose it and start begging him to go easier on you only for him to pick up his pace.

pervyroommate!toji who makes sure you’re leaving scratches against his broad muscular back for any and everyone to see later.

pervyroommate!toji who makes you squirt without even realizing, having rubbed your clit raw and left you shuddering below him—a sloshing mess of cum coving the entirety of his girthy cock.

pervyroommate!toji who drags himself out of you slowly and nearly whines as his flaccid dick slips out, admiring the way he’s managed to ruin the both of you in one night.

pervyroommate!toji who takes good care of you after the fact but never returns that pillow of yours just in case you never let him do this again.

He only promised not to steal anything again…

pervyroommate!toji never promised to return anything he’d already took.

A/N: not proofread.

[iiluvvslutss]

cancer is so stupid rip tayta 💔

[blkkizzat]

please write nerd geto ! i’m sure you’ll write something amazinggg

Of course doll! Sorry this took a while I was sick most of December and January whooped my ass with classes starting again but I love love the idea of Nerd!Geto especially a Nerd!Geto with glasses so had to write a whole fic. Hope you like it :3 ♡

Lessons in Anatomy

“Shall I give you a lesson, Y/N? Do you want me to teach you how to squirt?”

summary: thanks to some bad choices and party girl ways you're on academic probation and can't afford to fail another test. fortunately your longtime friend nerd!geto is there to give you lessons in both economics and anatomy.

cw: college AU. fingering, squirting, dirty talk, edging, mentions of satosugu, rich party kid shit, incestuous friendships, mentions of reader x other jjk men, mentions of casual sex/hookups, mentions of drinking/drug use, reader is a dumb (and I mean dumb) bimbo, a little bit of a brat too, slight coercion, slight dubcon, virgin!suguru, soft dom!sugu, sex ed!sugu, roleplay as sugu is pre med major, some minor fluff, pet names: slut, bunny etc. a bit of a crack fic too haha. slightly black fem coded, no descriptors. a/n: LOL how this became an 8.2k fic about squirting idk chile... but special shout out to @littlemochabunni who talked me off a ledge when I was being emo and I wanted to scrap the entire thing and start over. w/c: 8.2k

“I can’t believe I’m here and missing the biggest party of the year!”

You groaned as you scrolled through your stories to see all the pics and vids of your friends living their best drunken lives and happily binge drinking on frat row to celebrate your school’s football league championship win.

Toru just did unassisted keg stand pushups and you missed it! 

You, on the other hand, were stuck studying with Suguru in his dorm room. 

100% sober and being forced to learn 5 weeks of econ, that you never took a single note for, in one weekend. 

Well not forced exactly. 

You and Satoru had practically begged Suguru to help you study this weekend. If you failed this class you would flunk out as you were already on academic probation.

“Well I for one can’t believe you’re dumb enough to attempt to cheat off Toji and Sukuna of all people.” 

Suguru quipped back while pushing up his glasses. He snatched your phone away from you and placed it on the other side of his desk, away from you.

Not that he took offense to the remark, but he too had better things to do on a Friday night than tutoring you. Keggers definitely weren't his scene though and Suguru wouldn’t be caught dead at a party celebrating with those frat monkeys. Even if said monkeys included his childhood friends. 

However, as a pre-med student he’d much rather stay in to write his essay for the clinical research internship he was trying to get. 

“Hey! I didn’t cheat off them for the record! Toji and Sukuna said they had the hookup for the answers!”

You pouted grumbling as you tried to reach for your phone on the other side of the table only for Suguru to take it again. This time he slid it into his pockets, keeping it away from you for good.

“Urgh, it’s not my fault they got the test for ECON 230A and 230B mixed up. I didn’t even know there was a second section!”

Suguru had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at you again. The pilfered test definitely had ‘ECON 230B’ printed in big bold letters at the top. 

You all were idiots. 

Unfortunately for you, you were just a cheerleader idiot. 

The other idiots, Toji and Sukuna, dubbed the ‘The Boom Bros’, were the reason your team even won the championships in the first place. The best defensive backs your college or any college in your division have seen, ever. Not letting an opposing team score more than 10 points the entire season, there was no way in hell they were going down for that right before the championships.

That left you as the scapegoat, which was something Suguru noted that you happily took the fall for.  Although there is a very good possibility of you being a soon-to-be college dropout, your social clout was skyrocketing. 

Word spread among the popular social circles fast on how you ‘saved the big game’. 

Suguru couldn’t care less about football, though he was getting annoyed at all the texts, DMs and messages you received asking where you were. They were making you completely lose the little focus you were capable of, which is what made him confiscate your phone in the first place. 

Sighing, Suguru was pretty sure you would be competent enough to pass if you just applied yourself more to anything other than drinking and parties.

“Y/N, just try to focus on studying, please.”

You pouted, turning back to the textbook in front of you.

How did Suguru’s nerdy ass enjoy studying so much?

Studying, especially anything to do with math, gives you an ick. In fact, you were sure the only reason you graduated from high school and even got into this university was because you played 7-minutes-in-heaven with Choso at the start of senior year. 

It had been a secret double dare from Gojo but you sucked the soul out of that boy in Gojo’s closet that night. From then on, Choso pretty much did anything you wanted that year, including all your homework. Hell, he even wrote your college admissions essays and in turn you gave him some sloppy toppy here and there.

Choso was always eager to feel your soft lips on his cock, so you’re sure he could have thought of a better way for you to cheat so you didn't have to study at all and could be out partying right now. It’s just your bad luck that he was studying abroad this semester with his little brother Yuuji.

Although, even if you did flunk out you weren’t that worried. Worst case scenario if you couldn’t find a career or a husband you could always be one of Gojo’s three mistresses he said he would keep once he was older, married and had taken over his family’s company. 

He had pinky-pie-promised he would take care of you if you needed it and as one of your best friends you knew he was good for that promise. Even if he did make it while you both were partying, tripping balls off acid so hard that Satoru convinced himself your cunt could produce cotton candy. He chewed on your pussy for 2 hours straight one wild night on your group’s graduation trip where he then asked if you would be his future mistress.

But that didn’t necessarily mean you wanted that life for yourself. You liked your independence and Satoru would be alot to deal with, even with 2 other mistresses and a wife. 

Therefore, unless you wanted to resign yourself to that fate, you were stuck with Suguru as your tutor.

It’s not like you didn’t get along with Suguru, he’d been one of your closest friends since you were young along with Satoru. But as you got older your interests kind of drifted apart and you saw him less and less, especially as you got to college. 

You wanted to party and Suguru prioritized studying.

You had missed him. You wanted to have fun with him again.

And this was definitely not fun. 

Reading the same paragraph for the fifth time and retaining shit all of whatever the passage had said about ‘demand curve fluctuations’, you were ready to climb up the walls. 

You began to fidget, still in your cheer uniform from the game earlier. The material of your skirt rode up to your upper thighs when you splayed your knees out and leaned forward to lay your head on the desk face down with an exasperated yawn. 

Suguru shared in your exasperation but directed his towards you with another sigh, looking you over. His weariness at you from your inability to study causes his eyes to linger on your form longer than they should. 

Resting against his desk, your back had molded into a nice natural little arch as your tits pushed forward . Adjusting his glasses Suguru found it difficult to pull his eyes away once they landed on your thighs. Practically leering, Suguru is transfixed by the way the fabric bunched at your hips digs into your soft skin. 

He curses your university’s school colors as the next thing that caught his eye was the bright yellow cheer panties you wore that were tight enough to show the full shape of your cunt. Your panties are so skinforming that they don’t fail to give you camel toe. The indent of the slit between your fat pussy lips is on full display.

You’ve always been attractive, Suguru muses as he feels his pants slightly tighten. But it’s no mystery why you were such a slut now if these were the positions you found yourself in when alone with guys.

“Seeing something you like, Sugu baby?”

Suguru snaps his head up at your teasing to see you looking straight at him, your head still resting on his desk but has since turned to face him. The wink along with the lazy yet knowing smile forming on your cherry stained lips lets him know you know he was staring at your cunt. 

Caught red handed, Suguru rolls his eyes and scoffs as he returns back to the textbooks in front of him while you laugh. Dismissing your question entirely he changes the subject back to studying but can’t resist throwing in a little dig to take the heat off himself. 

“Y/N, can’t you just focus? You’ve barely made any progress… Or is it that you want to flunk out and be reduced to Toru’s mistress or something?”

Fuck, you forgot Suguru knew about that too. (Duh, of course he did. He was the sober one who found you both, taking care of you once your come downs had hit).

Not letting him get away with that shade, the brat in you clapped back as you returned his sarcasm back at him.

“Okay, well high school was one thing but do you want to go through college without getting any play too? Or are you satisfied just from peeking up a skirt?”

Annoyance flashes in Suguru’s eyes. He thought you had some audacity seeing as you were the one who was casually flaunting your pussy for him in the first place. Nevertheless, you continued, using Suguru as a punching bag for your current academic frustrations.

“Your pocket pussy and getting head from Toru behind the bleachers at prom doesn’t count by the way!”

Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose as his tolerance of the situation had officially bubbled over. He was tired of everyone thinking he was missing out on something just because he didn’t want to kill off brain cells partying every weekend or play STD Roulette with casual hookups. 

You bringing up prom was a low blow. It was the first time he’d ever had a drink and Toru had practically begged him. Satoru wanted to know if his head was just as good for guys as it was for girls (spoiler alert: it was).

Also, what you thought just because you fucked around alot it was actually any good?

“Yeah and getting railed by a bunch of banana brained monkey jocks, that counts Y/N? They wouldn’t know what to do with your clit even if it was an actual football.”

Suguru retorted and he watched as your eyes widened with shock then seethed with anger as you finally sat upright in the seat. 

Ding Ding! He had hit a nerve. 

“Oh and you would know what to do, cherry boy?”

Suguru knows he probably shouldn’t push it further. But like Satoru, you always knew what buttons to push to get under his skin. Suguru can’t help but to want to get under your skin as well, especially since he was never one of the ones getting under your clothes. 

“Well I can actually spell clitoris, so that already puts me at an advantage over those ball chasing monkeys. Have you ever even had a real orgasm before, Y/N?”

You started to speak but Suguru cut you off before you could.

“—and I mean one that didn’t come from tripping with Satoru or a toy? I bet you’ve never even squirted before.”

Damn. 

You resisted the urge to chew on your lip, not wanting him to know just how right he was but your immediate silence was telling. Racking your brain, you tried to find a way to get your lick back but found yourself at a loss. 

It was mostly true to be honest. 

A hot and heavy make-out session at a party would typically lead to mostly underwhelming sex and you would have to return to your dorm or wait for them to leave to finish yourself off with your rose or dildo… or both. 

Okay and sure, maybe the one and only time you did really have an intense body orgasm was the time you dropped acid with Satoru but… fuck –Wait…squirting?! Wasn’t that just pee? Gross! 

Satisfied with your small ammunition, after a pause you bit back again.

“Alright, so frat boys aren’t sex gods, tell me something I don’t know. It’s still sex Suguru—” 

You flipped your hair and crossed your legs arrogantly as you continued.

“— sex that you aren’t having, which, duh, is obvious if you think squirting is an actual thing. Because Eww nasty, I’m so not into piss-play, Sugu!”

You waited for his reply, assuring your win but Suguru just blinked at you, dumbfounded. 

The thought of you having won shatters when Suguru erupts into a fit of laughter. Hitting the table for emphasis Suguru was near howling as the glasses fell off his face and he had to clutch his sides for support, keeling over in his chair. 

Suguru couldn’t actually believe that you believed squirting was the same as urinating! 

On second thought, knowing you, this kind of checked out…

Watching Suguru in a fit of hysterics had your face burning with embarrassment as waves of self-consciousness came over you. 

To be honest, you weren’t even sure why you were feeling insecure as this was supposed to be your victory!  This was not the reaction you expected from him at all to say the least!

Just what made this so funny!? Because you didn’t want to piss yourself during sex?! 

“Sugu…”

“Sugu…”

“Hey, Suguru!!!”

Frustrated with him ignoring you and still laughing after failing to get his attention, you jumped up from your seat and marched directly in front of Suguru. Angrily you yanked his head up by his man bun. 

You were so ready to tell Suguru to go to hell for laughing at you. Even if you weren’t too sure exactly what he was laughing at you for, he was still being a jerk right now. 

However the words caught in your throat as soon as you saw his face.

Suguru’s wide grin easily illuminated the dimly lit dorm room. Tears gathered in the crinkle around his eyes and pulled into an expression of such warmth that you were reminded of all the fun times you had together goofing off over the years. You nearly forgot what it was like to see him laugh like this.

So nostalgic you almost forgot he was still laughing at your expense — almost.

“Don’t be an asshole Sugu…” 

Your voice was low, lacking any real bite as all your fire fizzled and was replaced by a pout.

Defeated, you let go of your stiff grip on his silky bun causing it to unravel and frame his face with thick black strands that flowed down past his shoulders. Although it wasn’t the first time you had seen Suguru with his hair down and no glasses, you couldn’t help but stare at him now. 

He had grown much more into his features since high school. 

College Suguru had sharper eyes, a slimmer face with a strong jawline and hair that flowed down to his chest. Not to mention his lanky boyish frame had filled out. The muscles underneath were prominent now even if he was wearing a baggy band tee and sweats. Suguru didn’t go to parties but from the looks of him he certainly didn’t miss going to the gym. 

He didn’t look much like the nerd you knew him to be right now at all.

Granted, you were still a bit salty with Suguru but didn’t want to fight with him anymore. Especially given the way his dark eyes sparkled as he gazed up at you, your heart nearly skipping a beat as if you were really only noticing him now for the first time. 

Sniffling, a cocktail of emotions swirls in you. Moisture pricks in the corners of your eyes despite yourself.

Suguru, who was also staring at you, took notice right away.

“Hey Bunny, I’m sorry...” 

You relaxed a bit hearing the old nickname he and Satoru gave to you back in middle school, you couldn’t remember the last time he called you that. 

Grabbing your hand in his much larger one, Suguru gave your palm a gentle rub with his thumb. His hand was surprisingly soft. 

Despite his sweet gesture, your brow twitched slightly at Suguru’s soft chuckles, still continuing albeit less frequently, at your expense.

“It’s just that… I dunno, I guess I would have expected you to have experienced it at least once before Y/N, it’s definitely not pee.” 

You huffed. You still weren’t convinced it wasn’t pee but now you were more curious than anything.

“And how do you know that Suguru? You’ve made a girl squirt before?” 

There was no sarcasm in your tone this time, just doubt since he would have told Toru and Toru definitely would have told you if Suguru was getting play from someone. 

Suguru to his credit wasn't discouraged though. 

If anything, he seemed to gain confidence on the matter now that you weren’t fighting him, rather looking to him for knowledge, for the first time tonight.

“Well, no, but I did get a 4.0 out of Anatomy last semester and unlike you I actually paid attention in Sex Ed. Also, just because I’m a virgin, doesn’t mean I’m completely clueless. There is a little thing called the internet, Y/N.”

You mouthed an ‘O’— a bit ashamed that you actually thought because he was a virgin who didn’t party he was merely just sitting around clueless to everything about sex.

But what could just reading textbooks and the internet teach him over actual experience? 

Then again, Suguru was practically a genius, if he was saying something was possible you could be sure it was. Still you couldn’t stop your mind racing as you considered his previous words.

You were the one with all the experience so you should have experienced it before, right? 

Maybe the guys you hooked up with weren’t the problem then? Maybe you were. 

“What if– w-what if I’m the problem Suguru? What if I just can’t?”

Tugging you closer, his fingers now interlacing with yours, Suguru’s other hand settled on your hip giving you a warm squeeze. You were so close to him now that his chin almost rested on your belly and Suguru was craning his head up to you with a small sly grin still on his face.

“It’s not a matter of can or can’t Bunny, you just don’t know how. Shall I give you a lesson, Y/N?” 

“Do you want me to teach you how to squirt?”

You felt a bit lightheaded as you considered the words that just came out of Suguru’s mouth. You weren’t shy at all when it came to matters of sex and you had the reputation to prove it. Yet your stomach still did a little flip at Suguru propositioning you. 

Sure you were a bit of a slut and had at least made out with almost every guy in your group of friends, but not Suguru. Not for lack of attraction though, you had teased Suguru in the past but he had always been the responsible one, like an older brother or protector. 

Besides, Satoru was always so needy for his attention. There weren’t often times you were with Suguru alone and he never seemed all too interested in sex either, at least when directly compared to a horn dog like Satoru. 

You didn’t actually know if he was serious though so you decided to make light of it, giggling.

“If you wanted me to pop your cherry Sugu, all ya had to do was ask.”

Suguru smiled back at you, he shook his head chuckling. 

“I’ll only need to use my fingers, Y/N. Besides, this is about you. What I really want is for you to not flunk out, I would miss you, ya know?” 

You try to keep a poker face but you couldn’t help feeling giddy at the fact you were extremely happy to hear Suguru would miss you. You had already missed him and combined with the inkling of new feelings stirring in your chest from seeing your old friend in a new light you feel adrenaline begin to pump through you as you brim with nervous energy. 

“Let’s think of this as a study break from Economics. You had to miss the party but we can still have some fun. You might even learn something for once, eh?”

His hand left your hip in order to push the books and papers on his desk aside and patted the wooden surface. The hand still intertwined with yours guided you over.

“Hop on up, Bunny. It’s time for your anatomy lesson.”

You look at the desk and pause as if you are unsure, biting your lip. 

Thoughts of finally hooking up with Suguru excited and the fact you were nervous whether you would disappoint him if you couldn’t actually squirt flood your mind at once. However when you meet Suguru’s eyes and feel gentle reassuring pressure on your hand your body is already moving towards the desk, making the decision for you.

Your heart is already thudding in your eardrums by the time you settle on top of Suguru’s study desk. Suguru immediately shifts into instructor mode, picking his glasses up off the floor and adjusting them back on his face. 

He directs you to lean back and relax and soon your shoulders are against the wall behind the desk as you are propped up on your elbows. 

You yelp as Suguru startles you by grabbing your hips with a firm squeeze and scooches you flush to his pelvis. Feet propped up to the edge as well all you needed were the stirrups and you could have been at the gyno's office, giggling now at the thought.

“Sugu, you can’t be serious. I feel like you’re about to give me a pap, not an orgasm.”

Suguru’s mouth twitches up into a smirk.

“There’s a reason they have you lie in this position, makes for easier access. If you’re going to squirt I’m going to need to find that slutty lil’ gland of yours and I don’t mean your clit, Bunny.” 

You huffed but you were otherwise agreeable. 

You couldn’t deny you were a slut especially not now with your legs spread open wide exposing your bright yellow cheer-panty clad cunt to Suguru. Laid out like this, the thin layer of spandex is stretched to its absolute limits causing your chubby pussy lips to poke out of the sides. This does not go unnoticed by Suguru who hadn’t taken his eyes off your lower half since you initially spread your legs. 

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily as he swallowed and breathed deeply at the sight of you.

Suguru can barely believe he’s really about to do this. 

If anything he is overconfident in his abilities, despite his lack of actual on-the-job experience so to speak. From all his studying as a pre-med student, books, health articles and yes even porn, Suguru could say he had an in-depth understanding of human anatomy and bodily functions. 

But that didn’t mean he didn’t need to calm himself enough to stop his balmy palms from sweating further at the reality of finally being allowed to actually touch you.

“I’ll be in your care then, Doctor Geto.”

You make a lighthearted joke with a nervous laugh to ease your own anticipation. However the joke has the opposite effect for Suguru and he snaps his head up as if you had activated something in him. 

Suguru’s fiery expression sends shivers down your back. Although as quickly as it appeared it was gone again, replaced by his trademark comforting grin. Even so your fingers pressed a bit deeper into the wood beneath you, steadying your frazzling nerves.

“Well aren’t you a lucky one then, being my first patient ever. You’ll be a good little pussy and listen to me, won't you?”

Suguru is looking down again, speaking directly to your cunt who is tingling in response to his voice. It’s fucking lewd. But then again so is the studious scrutiny of Suguru’s eyes so single-mindedly transfixed to your cunt you wonder if his leer alone could dissolve the cheer panties right off of you. 

You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding once Suguru finally starts touching you. 

But not your pussy just yet. 

His long thick fingers are surprisingly cool on your skin as they press into your warmth, ghosting just above your knee on both sides. 

Gentle strokes travel down along your inner thighs and up again to lightly tickle the backs of your legs. You tense and squirm beneath him when your eyes meet Suguru’s own.

“Sugu–”

“Patience, Bunny. It’s no wonder you never cum if you’re so used to diving right in. You need to relax first. This won’t happen if you aren’t relaxed, can you try to do that for me?”

You nodded back at him, yet the goosebumps left in the wake of Suguru’s soft caresses had you trembling. So used to rushed thrusts and hurried grasps, you don’t know how to just take it in the moment. 

You had never been touched this delicately before.

Already oversensitive, if anything you felt like the one who was the virgin in this situation.

If Suguru notices, he says nothing. His touches are progressively firmer, the light pets morphing into soft squeezes and circular strokes of the hand once he traverses closer to your core.

“You know Bunny, the inner thigh area is an erogenous zone? Can you say that, Y/N? Ero-gen-ous?

Suguru pronounces the word out for you as his heavy muscular hands make their way to the crease of your inner thighs, his hands once more perilously close to your pussy as he pauses looking up at you again expectantly.

“Say it, Y/N.”

Your cunt clenches at his command and it leaves you stuttering. Heat blossoms across your cheeks from how needy you sound choking out the word. 

“Er-Ero-gennn-ous.”

Suguru rewards you by moving his hands again but to your dismay they pass your core to dig into your hips, his thumbs swirling over your hip bones. He leans his body in closer to you and you break eye contact to turn your head away lest you really start falling apart in his hands.

“Good girl. Ya know, you’re quite bright with the right motivation, Bunny.”

Puffs of moist heat glide over the tip of your ear as his lips are only millimeters away from your skin. His words stimulate a deep in your gut reaching all the way down to your toes, trying to resist how much he’s affecting you. 

Suguru chuckles at your bashfulness.

“Are you always this shy, Bunny? Or does that honor just belong to me?”

You whimpered. You aren’t sure how you got here. 

How was Suguru, a nerdy virgin, making you come undone like this? You didn’t know where the darkness that crept up on the edges of his eyes was coming from either, yet you squirm in anticipation despite yourself. 

You loved it. 

Always a know-it-all, so you would hate to admit it outloud, but Suguru was already making you feel more excitement than any frat boy you had been with. Lack of hands-on experience be damned. You’re losing it as his lips sensually flutter against your collarbone. 

“Y-you s-said only fingers, S-Sugu!”

Your voice lacks any real reprimand as you are arching up into his touches and quivering for more. Suguru obliges as he alternates between delicate nips and open mouth kisses sinfully marking you. Groaning into the crook of your neck Suguru savors the lingering taste of your perfume and the natural saltiness of your skin. 

Returning his attention back to your ear Suguru’s breath trails over your skin until your lobe is once again trapped between his moist lips. He lightly tugs it between his teeth before giving it a sharp bite.

“AHH!”

The sting sends a jolt of electricity shooting straight into your cunt and a strangled noise escapes your lips. Your knees are starting to buckle but Suguru’s quick reflexes stopped your legs from clamping together all the way, bracing you. 

Taking your hands and leading them to the backs of your thighs, Suguru is making you steady yourself back into a spread position for him and gives you strict instructions not to move.

“Good girl… This should be more than obvious now Bunny, but there are erogenous zones all over your body that connect to the pleasure nerve endings here.”

Suguru’s voice is silky as his index finger tows long strokes over the slit of your clothed cunt and applies pressure on your clit for emphasis. Whines fumble out of you when Suguru switches from steady swipes to idle flicks with pads of his fingers and your legs twitch again once more.

“It's important to simulate multiple areas simultaneously and I only have two hands, don’t I? You don’t mind Y/N do you?”

You still can’t bear to look Suguru in the eyes, much less respond vocally so you just shake your head. 

“Feeling good, Bunny? Which do you like better, the strokes or the flicks?”

Your eyes squeeze shut from Suguru demonstrating both over your covered cunt. You try not to tear up but the amount of autonomy you had in this situation was new to you. Embarrassed and vulnerable you’re realizing that in spite of all your sexual experiences you still don’t feel comfortable expressing your needs.

“Hey, Y/N–”

Suguru clutches your face in his massive grip, squishing both your cheeks with a single hand and forcing your glassy eyes back on him. It was hard to focus on what he was saying anyway while you cooed from the feather-like circles he had been drawing on your clit.

“–you have to talk to me. This and sex in general, is just another form of communication. It won't work well and you definitely won’t squirt unless you can express to your partner what feels good and what doesn’t.”  

You are sure he can feel the heat gathering in your cheeks radiating off your skin.

“Stop t-teasing S-Sugu… I-I know you can tell it’s good.”

Suguru eases his hold on you, his smirk deepening at your complaint.

“Oh I can, tell Bunny. Believe me. Your pussy, she’s so sensitive no matter how much you try to hide it from me. But I still need to hear it from your mouth regardless.”

The hand playing with your cunt splays out and Suguru fully cups you in his hands. The pulsing of your clit vibrates against his palm even through your panties.

“If you’re going to be a slut Bunny, at least be a vocal one. Be a slut for your own pleasure...this fat n’pretty cunt of yours deserves it.” 

Suguru’s mouth is mere millimeters above yours, floating suspended both your lips are parted as you’re sharing the same air. The dizzying effect of breathing him in only intensifies with his words.

“Or perhaps you just get off on the idea of being free use?”

Suguru chuckles but doesn’t make you answer that question in favor of pulling back from you to inspect the large wet spot you soaked through your cheer panties from all of his taunting.

Pleased he gives your clothed pussy a smack, the moisture underneath the flimsy fabric evident in the soft squelchy sound that fills the room.

Smack, another moist sound echoes from your cunt.

“Oh, looks like she’s ready. This mouth down here is so much more talkative, Bunny.”

Hooking his fingers in the fabric Suguru peels your soaked cheer panties to the side, whistling at the thick strings of your essence that lingered between your cunt and your panties.

“So fucking wet, the prettiest most obedient lil’ pussy, aren’t you?”

A fleeting thought of sassing Suguru since yours is the first real pussy he has actually even seen up close dissipates as soon as your entrance flutters against his two thick fingers that rub over your uncovered opening. 

Involuntary bucking your hips, the burning urge to feel him inside you is all you care about now, pride be damned. 

You want him.

“Sugu–”

“–Shhh!”

Suguru cuts your pleas short.

“Don’t interrupt Doctor Geto when he’s speaking with his favorite patient, Bunny… Your nasty lil’ cunt is really begging for her treatment, isn’t she?”

You pout at him, quieting down while Suguru rewards your submission by slipping into your folds once more, entering fully past your entrance and into your gummy walls. It’s only a single digit inside you but your pussy is hungrily sucking him in deeper, trying to devour his middle finger whole. 

Suguru murmurs intelligible obscenities from how warm and tight you are. He needs to find that spot. 

Your hands struggle to keep your legs from quaking when you feel his finger, longer, thicker and far more pointed than your own, bottom out before languidly dragging delicious pressure back through you, exploring your walls in search of–

“Found her.”

Your ass jerks up and nearly off the desk entirely when his finger roughly prods into the firm spongy spot within your cunt you didn’t even know existed until now. 

“FAH-FAH-FUHHCKKKKKKKKK–”

Your voice cracks and your vision blurs with tears that finally are cascading down your face smudging your mascara. Your reaction has you missing the wide-eyed look of amazement Suguru gives you utterly entranced by the way your entire body quivered from just a solid tap to the gland. 

Suguru had expected an intense reaction. He’d seen and read about how temporary control of muscles and spasms were common when abusing this spot in women. But the one thing textbooks, articles, nor porn could prepare him for was how fucking sexy you’d be while he was doing it. 

The ache in his pants has him groaning as he has to lean nearly his entire weight into you in order to get your lower half to settle back down on the desk. Pausing his movements inside of you, Suguru allows you to catch your breath.

Still the heavy pad of his finger is weighing down on you with enough force you still need to suck in your breaths, barely able to squeak out words.

“W-Wh-What is th-that S-Suguuu?!”

Suguru tells you not to worry about the actual name. It’s not very sexy, so you won’t remember it and it’s important that you do, so eventually he tells you to just call it the g-spot. 

You groan at the loss of pressure on your g-spot when Suguru removes himself from you entirely in order to bring the finger that had been inside you to his lips. Watching him savoring the essence of your sweet cunt on his tongue, you couldn’t take any longer, finding your voice. 

“Su-Surugu, N-Need–N-need more. P—please!”

Suguru obliges, slapping the fat of your ass teetering off the desk and lifts you as his knee slides under your hip. Leaning into you further, Suguru throws one of your shapely legs over his shoulder. 

“Oh, you found your voice Bunny? Then tell me what my patient wants. Where does Doctor Geto need to touch you?”

“M-my pussy– fuck– p-please Sugu, wanna feel good there. She’ll be so good for you!”

Suguru’s pleased smile is your only warning before two of his large fingers plunge-in and bottom out inside your cunt, knocking against your cervix. Your jaw completely slacks as you groan at the sudden intrusion, allowing Suguru the perfect invitation to your mouth. 

Wasting no time, Suguru crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is sloppy, hot and needy as any cries that attempted to leave you were drowned out in the wet cavern of Suguru’s mouth. 

Fuck, you’re greedy as hell. 

The kiss makes Suguru’s head spin and he loses himself in your sinful hunger as you wrap your arms around his neck and begin to dominate the kiss, sucking on his tongue. Soon Suguru finds himself groaning against your lips and slowly rocking his cock into the back of your thigh. Fuck, your body was too responsive, too eager for him to slut you out on his fingers. 

Suguru couldn’t lose sight of the goal though, you needed to squirt so he needed to take back control.

Catching you off guard, he bullies a third finger– his ring finger, into your cunt as well. Breathless you break the kiss, your eyes sinking back into your head as you meet the thrusts of his fingers with the roll of your hips.  

You aren’t able to control the way your body convulses as you writhe against Suguru. His massive body weighed over you as his hair fell in front of his face, hiding his crazed expression from you. 

Suguru is also panting as he vigorously pumps the appendages into you. In and out, swirling them Suguru’s fingers take special care to zigzag sweet torment over your g-spot. 

You’ve only felt the slight ghostings of this feeling before, nothing so pointed and focused on attacking this spot, while stretching your pussy so well in the process. You want– no need, to feel Suguru’s cock inside you next. 

You could tell he must be huge. Heat was radiating off his girthy bulge as it twitched up against your ass cheek even through Suguru’s joggers. The thought causes the hot iron coil in your stomach to tense to its breaking point, begging for release.

Suguru notices.

“A-Are you gonna squirt for me, Y/N?”

For the first time his own voice is ragged, set on keeping his promise to you.

“S-Sugu, I-I– I want to but I–” 

Your words catch in your throat as tears that are salty to the taste freely flow past your lips down your chin. You are unsure of what exactly to beg Suguru for even if you could do more than unintelligible babbles at the moment. 

It’s coming– you panic— this feeling!

“W-w-ait! Nooo, S–Su–Sugu… I’m g-gonna pee. S-stop, p-puhleaseee!

Your hands slip against Suguru’s shoulders as you try in vain to push him away. So fearful that Suguru was wrong and you may actually piss all over him and his desk. 

Suguru isn’t having it though, backhanding your clit with a harsh smack, his knuckle bullying into your bud. 

The slap was followed by two more in quick succession, his other hand never slowing inside of you. Disregarding your pleas Suguru ventures even deeper into your guts while pressing down on your lower belly.

“I told you it’s not pee, Bunny. You don’t listen very well, do you?”

Suguru hiss at you, the stress of holding himself back as you fall apart on his fingers was nearly too much, he needed you to lay back, be good for him and take it.

“I-I’m s-sowy, Dr. Geto but– I– wanna–.”

You sniffle back more tears, which has Suguru calming himself in order to soothe you again.

“Shh Bunny, it’s okay– now ask your doctor nicely for what you need. Go on.” 

At this point cuming, squirting, whatever Suguru you requires of you in order to release the feral sensations building within you is an essential need to live as much as taking your next breath.

“Doctor Geto, please let me cum! Sugu please! G-gonna s-squirt, gonna squirt s-so g-good for you!!”

“That’s right baby you will… Now squirt on me Bunny, make a pretty mess all over my fucking fingers.”

Timing a particularly hard jolt to your g-spot with simultaneous pressure from over your belly, has you tipping over the edge. Back arching you feel the gratifying release as you squirt hard, fluids spurting all over Suguru’s fingers and spilling down his forearms. The saccharine pleasure of it all is buzzing throughout every cell in your body as your eyes flutter back into your skull. 

Your entire body feels like an extension of your pussy, pulsing in tune with your cunt and you don’t realize you are even screaming until Suguru’s mouth is on top of yours once again. 

Suguru is tongue fucking your wails all the way back into the depths of your throat until they are mere raspy gurgles.

Riding out your orgasm you protest with choked cries as Suguru's hand abruptly leaves your cunt. Yet before you can process what’s happening you’re mewling loudly again once you feel his lips attacking your cunt. Sucking your clit between his lips, his own groans vibrate into your core making you all the more sensitive. 

Your hands fly to him again, tangling up in his long raven locks and trying to push his head away. 

Too much! You were far too sensitive right now for him to be lapping at your over stimmed cunt like a mad man.

“Stawwp–”

Your slurs fall on deaf ears as Suguru continues, only pulling back briefly to shush you.

“Haven’t got it all out. This pretty pussy is so fucking nasty she can give a little more, can’t you baby? I know she can.”

Suguru is speaking to you but he sounds a million miles away, focused only on your cunt as he returns to suckling on your clit, his teeth scraping lightly. He knows your pussy will give him the answer he is looking for soon enough. 

The iron grip his arms have around your thighs holds you down allowing Suguru unimpeded access to dribble globs of his spit into your folds. His tongue flattens over your clit and his eyes smolder into yours before diving back into your pussy. 

So close to cumming yet again your thick thighs clench around him as you unintentionally smother his face deeper into your core. Suguru ignores any need to take breaths, your cunt being the only sustenance needed as he rams his tongue further into your convulsing hole. 

Shaking his head around sloppily, Suguru is goading your cunt into giving him more and more. His tongue is a mere worshiper in the temple between your thighs, begging your leaking pussy to give him the last morsels of your squirt. 

Not having the willpower to deny him, your pussy gushes out more onto his tongue and shamelessly he swallows all of it as you cum all over again.

By the time Suguru detaches himself from your cunt he looks almost as wrecked as you: hair is matting to the sides of his face, his glasses are clouded with slick and your juices are dripping down his chin. 

Although, now that Suguru has had a taste of you he is left craving more. Not letting a single drop of your juices go to waste Suguru is ferally slurping the drippings off your thighs and lowering his head to even zamboni the overflow of your essence off the desk beneath you. Ravenous with thirst for you Suguru is even using his mouth to squeeze out any droplets he could retrieve from your soaked cheer panties. 

You on the other hand could only heave as you gasped for breath. Your legs are still twitching in the after shock of your intense orgasm and squirt session. Dizzy and dazed you feel yourself fading out, unsure of how much time has passed or what Suguru was still doing between your legs until the familiar ring of your phone slowly guides you back into the present. 

Wiping his face with the back of his hand Suguru stands up and pulls your phone out of his pocket.

The phone is still ringing as he looks down at it and snickers. 

“It’s Toru, Y/N. Answer it.”

You give Suguru a frowny pout. You were barely conscious right now, you couldn't handle a drunkenly energetic Satoru. 

Seeing you making no attempts to move, Suguru answers it for you and Satoru’s voice overflows through the speakerphone.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are ya at!? We need the beer pong queen to make her appearance, I need a partner! Nanamin is too good to beat without you!”

Suguru held the phone out to you but you could respond in labored puffs.

“Y/N is taking a study break, a bit tired after her lesson.”

“–Oh it's you Suguru!”

You end up tuning Satoru out as he’s begging Suguru to come to the party with you which you already knew wasn’t going to happen even if he didn’t just make you squirt all over him. 

Willing yourself to sit up, your body is  immediately revitalized when your eye is drawn to how bricked Suguru currently is in his dark gray sweats. 

Suguru arches his brow in amusement as you pull him forward by the band of his joggers. You hurriedly fumble to untie them, pushing them and his boxers down to reveal his hard cock. 

The sight of it nearly has you squeeing.

You practically have hearts in your eyes as you gawk at Suguru’s cock, it’s the prettiest you’ve ever seen. The way his girth swayed in front of you as pre marbles on the tip has you openly salivating. To say his length and thickness is above average, was a massive understatement. 

You can’t estimate a size but you know he is huge as you eye the a large vein on the underside of his cock that seemed to weigh him down even though fully erect. You squirmed at the thought of that vein scraping inside your pussy as Suguru pounded you.

You need to feel it. Now.

Nevertheless, it isn’t until Suguru snaps his fingers in front of your face did you realize Gojo was now addressing you again through the phone.

“Y/N! You there?! I failed with Sugu! He’s lame! But you’ll be here soon right???”

A sharp contrast to just 30 mins earlier but partying was the last thing on your mind now. You needed to get Satoru off the phone and Suguru’s cock inside you expeditiously. 

“Mhm-nh, Toru sorry, I–I really need to get a good grade. I need Sugu to tutor me a bit more. C-Can’t afford to flunk out!”

Although you had teased Suguru earlier about popping his cherry, you didn’t care if he was a virgin now. He had more than proved himself despite his lack of hands-on sexual experience. 

You weren’t really paying attention to Satoru any longer as Suguru motions for you to lay back again. Readily, you get in position returning your legs to a stirrup pose. 

Suguru rewards your obedience with his cock slapping against your clit.

“Mmmm…FUHH-CK-AH!”

You don’t care that Satoru is still on the line as Suguru is slipping his cock under your cheer panties, rubbing his fat tip along your folds. His cock sandwiched between your messy cunt and the soaked fabric has Suguru groaning at the crazy sensation, he could bust like this for sure.

“Huh? Oh.. OHHHHHH! Haha, I see, I see! Suguru’s lessons are the best, aren’t they Y/N?”

You’re openly moaning now. Barely registering Toru’s words as Suguru grunts, increasing the pace he’s bullying his cockhead across your clit.

“Y-yeah, the besssst-ahhh!” 

Satoru, feeling more than a bit left out, starts pouting over the phone.

“Hey, no fair playing with Bunny without me Sugu! Let me join ne–” 

Suguru abruptly cuts Satoru’s complaints short, hanging up on him while still rutting his tip over your pussy. His pre leaking out in globs and mixing with your own cum still dripping from you.

He wanted you all to himself, for now at least.

Satoru could fuck off.

“Gawwd Sugu–just fuck m–”

You abruptly stop as your face falls in realization when you feel his warm cum pour over your mound and into your cheer panties. 

Suguru is spilling so much of his thick load into you it's even coming out the sides of your cheer panties and running down into the crack of your ass. A few more jerks of his cock through your folds and he is quickly pulling back to tuck his softening length back into his sweats.

“N-no,no no no S-Sugu! Suguru! I-t’s okay you came fast but please— fuck me. I’ll even let you raw me and cum inside puhleaseeee Sugu– need to squirt again all over your cock!”

You don’t know the kind of willpower it takes Suguru to refuse you. 

Probably one of the hardest things he’s done in his life, especially as fresh tears trickle from your eyes and he knows you’d be crying just as adorably on his cock. You were too sexy, too perfect and he wanted to fuck you just as badly as he knew you wanted him to.

BUT– more importantly he wanted to enjoy you more than for a quick fuck and if he indulged you now, he couldn’t promise he wouldn’t be relentlessly tearing up your sweet slutty pussy all night. 

If you didn’t start studying for real you were definitely going to get kicked out of school and he can’t have that, especially not now after this. 

Masking his own lust with a stern instructor voice Suguru chastises you as he ties his hair back onto a bun and begins to give his glasses a proper cleaning before adjusting the books and papers on his desks around you back into their correct piles.

“Absolutely out of the question. Now be a good girl and pull up your panties, Y/N. We have a lot of ground to cover tonight.”

Sticky with Suguru’s cum, frustrated and still horny you groaned loudly but obeyed. You knew Suguru meant business. 

You hoped if you listened to him well enough you’d get what you wanted by the end of the night. It would suck for you to suffer through studying but it was the best motivation you had in literal years. 

Unfortunately for you, Suguru, focused on the bigger picture, had a larger goal in mind.

“Only smart sluts get dick, Bunny. You’d better get an A on that exam Monday if you really want this cock.”

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2024. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ.

a/n: I would be willing to write a part 2 (some time in the future) of y/n popping Sugu cherry or even y/n getting double teamed by 'The Boom Bros' as a 'thank you' for taking the fall for them if there was interest. I'm kind of fond of this little college AU.

Reblog for an anatomy lesson from Nerd!Geto but likes and comments are also appreciated as always!

NEXT is back to my own ficcys! Upcoming: The Nursery - Yakuza!Toji x Y/N - teaser/taglist: ╰┈➤here. Delays cause I've been without my adhd meds and getting the first part of the fic beta'd for once but I FINALLY got them today and was able to finish this fic so hopefully I can get back on track! send me good vibes y'all!