jammintine

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[jammintine]

|| coquette habits ! ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

im your coquette ,

dont you forget!

19 | new writer | i take requests

the menu !

ryomen , sukuna

piercings ,

suguru , geto

nerdy girls , bets

satoru , gojo

bimbo tutee

choso, kamo

lace gowns

toge , inumaki

tbc.. (even though i love him)

toji , fushiguro

tbc . .

anything else, make a request! tag list: zudypod , tough crowd after that

[jammintine]

nerdjo loves his bimbo tutee.

mdni.

satoru, whom you noticed at some frat party hosted by geto. just one look at him and you had to have him. and so you did, after enough persuasion and teasing. nervous and whiny, fucking into you without any rhythm, just praying his disgusting amount of knowledge in the human body wouldn’t fail him.

it didn’t.

satoru, who was surprised when you found him after class— you were the one that said it was a one time thing. satoru, who froze up like his shitty computer— despite having enough money to buy several, he liked his first one. satoru, who couldn’t help but almost pass out when you mentioned how you couldn’t even get off anymore.

satoru, who suddenly had to help you pick out a dress, or a certain bottle of alcohol for a party, or things so simple a toddler could answer. satoru, who put up with your ignorance like a slight annoyance, just because he wanted you. the prettiest, most sought after girl on campus.

satoru, the one who suggested being casual. you pushed it further, and simply began calling him your boyfriend. he had no issue with that, and even grinned when you did right in front of him.

satoru, who finally let his disgusting pervert tendencies free. he loved making you dumb— even though you already were, quite frankly. the boy who loved to taste himself on your tongue, not allowing you to swallow his load before he stuck his tongue down your throat. satoru, who loves making you practice for tests in some of the most provacative ways he can think of.

satoru, who can’t wait to get out his classes to find you. he daydreams about ripping off your flimsy, probably drenched panties, playing with your pretty pussy and blowing his load deep inside. maybe he’d watch you scramble to try to push it all out— maybe he’d stop you.

satoru, who sports a boner everytime he even thinks of you. and god help him, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

satoru gojo, who doesn’t say a word when someone mentions you. in his mind, he’s the one that courted you, and everyone else is simply staring. it helps him calm down. that, and practicing flash-cards.

satoru, who loves his pretty, bimbo-like girlfriend.

[jammintine]

nerdjo loves his bimbo tutee.

mdni.

satoru, whom you noticed at some frat party hosted by geto. just one look at him and you had to have him. and so you did, after enough persuasion and teasing. nervous and whiny, fucking into you without any rhythm, just praying his disgusting amount of knowledge in the human body wouldn’t fail him.

it didn’t.

satoru, who was surprised when you found him after class— you were the one that said it was a one time thing. satoru, who froze up like his shitty computer— despite having enough money to buy several, he liked his first one. satoru, who couldn’t help but almost pass out when you mentioned how you couldn’t even get off anymore. but, that wasn’t the point. the point was for him to tutor you.

satoru, who began to miss certain things just to tutor you. his cousins graduation? missed it, just so you could understand the exam coming up. his own appointments? rescheduled or canceled just so he could hear your pretty voice ask him impossibly dumb questions.

satoru, who suddenly had to help you pick out a dress, or a certain bottle of alcohol for a party, or things so simple a toddler could answer. satoru, who put up with your ignorance like a slight annoyance, just because he wanted you. the prettiest, most sought after girl on campus.

satoru, the one who suggested being casual. you pushed it further, and simply began calling him your boyfriend. he had no issue with that, and even grinned when you did right in front of him.

satoru, who finally let his disgusting pervert tendencies free. he loved making you dumb— even though you already were, quite frankly. the boy who loved to taste himself on your tongue, not allowing you to swallow his load before he stuck his tongue down your throat. satoru, who loves making you practice for tests in some of the most provacative ways he can think of.

satoru, who can’t wait to get out his classes to find you. he daydreams about ripping off your flimsy, probably drenched panties, playing with your pretty pussy and blowing his load deep inside. maybe he’d watch you scramble to try to push it all out— maybe he’d stop you.

satoru, who sports a boner everytime he even thinks of you. and god help him, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

satoru gojo, who doesn’t say a word when someone mentions you. in his mind, he’s the one that courted you, and everyone else is simply staring. it helps him calm down. that, and practicing flash-cards.

satoru, who loves his pretty, bimbo-like girlfriend.

[jammintine]

ᕱ⑅ᕱ 𝓒hoso 𝓚amo loves your lace nightgowns.

warnings : mdni | dry humping, whimpering choso, choso nuts in his boxers, designer!reader. for @yoonsucks lace event!

choso loves when you wear lace gowns, the ones you hand design yourself to fit your every curve. you have an entirely miniature closet dedicated to them, in every color, design, and fabrics you could think of. hell, you were known in the fashion world solely for your love of lace. gloves, jackets, skirts, petticoats, shirts, socks, and of course, those seductive lace gowns. choso had been grown used to you prancing around the house in them, but that didn't mean he still didn't go wild with need. watching you from a distance as you did household tasks in nothing but little thin scraps of lace? it was too much for him, every time. he yearned to reach out and touch and fondle and taste. you just look so pretty over there, cooking dinner in that little red night gown— his favorite color. so much so he can't even catch himself before he's striding over to you, hands plastered on your hips like he'd die if he didn't. " m'love, don't you know how .. how that— your outfit. y-you know how pretty you look? just— just wanna.."

he takes a deep swallow, trying to pace himself. it doesn't work for long, since within mere seconds he's burying his face in the crook of your neck. you don't even have time to register his presence before he's licking columns down your neck, before biting down hard on your shoulder. riding your silky lace gown up to rest on your waist. he fumbles around with your panties— also lacy and cute. did you make these yourself? most likely, given the pretty C.K embroidered in the fabric. choso can't help but rip them off your plush body, finding them already damp. "..this, this is all f'me? you're getting wet." the flush on your cheeks make his whole day. all for him. you getting all hot and bothered because of him? his excitement only gets fueled by your timid nod. for such a confident, beautiful, well-known designer to be almost nervous around him makes his cock twitch with the need to get started.

"cho', what are you— mmph!—"

choso wishes he had just an ounce more self control then he does at the moment, wishing he could've licked and suckled at your pretty cunt until you came in his mouth. but, he could save that for another day. instead, he kisses you deeply, hiking up your leg up onto his hip and grinding down slowly. well, not slow for long. it's mere minutes of this tortuous pace before he gives up, apologizing and whimpering in your ear as he ruts against you like a dog in fucking heat. panting and throwing his head back as your slick creates a damp patch on his sweats. he can barely think clearly as he angles you bent over the kitchen counter, holding your arms back with him, creating the perfect arch. your legs spread perfectly for him, allowing the rough fabric of his sweats to rub your clit so nicely, the rough texture both painful and pleasurable at the same time, turning your brain into mush. "m'so sorry, m'so sorry, m'sorry— fu-fuck, fuck, fuck— hic!"

choso wasn't exactly sure what he was sorry for, it was just a force of habit. his body kept jerking, clearly telling him to slow down, but choso, none the wiser, kept rutting against your bare pussy. until he glanced down as warmth spread all over his lower regions. he had.. came in his pants. like a fucking loser. it felt so sticky, and embarrassing, he couldn't even look you in the eyes. his face, from his chin to the tips of his ears went pure red. ".. fuck, i'm sorry, i—" "choso, it's fine. take them off for me, huh, pretty boy?" "but i—" "don't back-talk." "yes, ma'am." choso quickly slid off his now ruined sweatpants, and his boxers. his cock, not quite thick, but curved, long, and beautifully kept, cum still oozing from the tip, drooling down his shaft until it dripped into a puddle on the wood floors. he let you guide his length to your folds, rubbing his dick in between them like some sausage party reenactment. though, the action makes him groan out your name in broken cries, as he thrusts against you, smearing his cum and your slick all over your reddened cunt. the act is enough for him to cum again, whining as the fluids drench the outside of your pussy a creamy white. you, however, don't seem to mind, the haze in your mind slowly beginning to fade. after a few moments of catching your breath, you straighten back up and begin looking for your pretty, custom, expensive, embroidered panties. choso doesn't say a word, but drops them on the counter, ripped, ruined, and sticky. "cho' honey?" your voice was sickeningly sweet. which meant, nothing could be good coming out this conversation. "yes..?" "you're buying me some new lace. that was my most expensive fabric, how could you ruin it like this! i swear—"

a/n : dominant!user and submissive!choso will always make sense, can't see it any other way lowkey

[jammintine]

ᕱ⑅ᕱ 𝓒hoso 𝓚amo loves your lace nightgowns.

warnings : mdni | dry humping, whimpering choso, choso nuts in his boxers, designer!reader. for @yoonsucks lace event!

choso loves when you wear lace gowns, the ones you hand design yourself to fit your every curve. you have an entirely miniature closet dedicated to them, in every color, design, and fabrics you could think of. hell, you were known in the fashion world solely for your love of lace. gloves, jackets, skirts, petticoats, shirts, socks, and of course, those seductive lace gowns. choso had been grown used to you prancing around the house in them, but that didn't mean he still didn't go wild with need. watching you from a distance as you did household tasks in nothing but little thin scraps of lace? it was too much for him, every time. he yearned to reach out and touch and fondle and taste. you just look so pretty over there, cooking dinner in that little red night gown— his favorite color. so much so he can't even catch himself before he's striding over to you, hands plastered on your hips like he'd die if he didn't. " m'love, don't you know how .. how that— your outfit. y-you know how pretty you look? just— just wanna.."

he takes a deep swallow, trying to pace himself. it doesn't work for long, since within mere seconds he's burying his face in the crook of your neck. you don't even have time to register his presence before he's licking columns down your neck, before biting down hard on your shoulder. riding your silky lace gown up to rest on your waist. he fumbles around with your panties— also lacy and cute. did you make these yourself? most likely, given the pretty C.K embroidered in the fabric. choso can't help but rip them off your plush body, finding them already damp. "..this, this is all f'me? you're getting wet." the flush on your cheeks make his whole day. all for him. you getting all hot and bothered because of him? his excitement only gets fueled by your timid nod. for such a confident, beautiful, well-known designer to be almost nervous around him makes his cock twitch with the need to get started.

"cho', what are you— mmph!—"

choso wishes he had just an ounce more self control then he does at the moment, wishing he could've licked and suckled at your pretty cunt until you came in his mouth. but, he could save that for another day. instead, he kisses you deeply, hiking up your leg up onto his hip and grinding down slowly. well, not slow for long. it's mere minutes of this tortuous pace before he gives up, apologizing and whimpering in your ear as he ruts against you like a dog in fucking heat. panting and throwing his head back as your slick creates a damp patch on his sweats. he can barely think clearly as he angles you bent over the kitchen counter, holding your arms back with him, creating the perfect arch. your legs spread perfectly for him, allowing the rough fabric of his sweats to rub your clit so nicely, the rough texture both painful and pleasurable at the same time, turning your brain into mush. "m'so sorry, m'so sorry, m'sorry— fu-fuck, fuck, fuck— hic!"

choso wasn't exactly sure what he was sorry for, it was just a force of habit. his body kept jerking, clearly telling him to slow down, but choso, none the wiser, kept rutting against your bare pussy. until he glanced down as warmth spread all over his lower regions. he had.. came in his pants. like a fucking loser. it felt so sticky, and embarrassing, he couldn't even look you in the eyes. his face, from his chin to the tips of his ears went pure red. ".. fuck, i'm sorry, i—" "choso, it's fine. take them off for me, huh, pretty boy?" "but i—" "don't back-talk." "yes, ma'am." choso quickly slid off his now ruined sweatpants, and his boxers. his cock, not quite thick, but curved, long, and beautifully kept, cum still oozing from the tip, drooling down his shaft until it dripped into a puddle on the wood floors. he let you guide his length to your folds, rubbing his dick in between them like some sausage party reenactment. though, the action makes him groan out your name in broken cries, as he thrusts against you, smearing his cum and your slick all over your reddened cunt. the act is enough for him to cum again, whining as the fluids drench the outside of your pussy a creamy white. you, however, don't seem to mind, the haze in your mind slowly beginning to fade. after a few moments of catching your breath, you straighten back up and begin looking for your pretty, custom, expensive, embroidered panties. choso doesn't say a word, but drops them on the counter, ripped, ruined, and sticky. "cho' honey?" your voice was sickeningly sweet. which meant, nothing could be good coming out this conversation. "yes..?" "you're buying me some new lace. that was my most expensive fabric, how could you ruin it like this! i swear—"

a/n : dominant!user and submissive!choso will always make sense, can't see it any other way lowkey

[readerinthedark05]

beautiful things are happening 👀

[jammintine]

𝒮uguru 𝒢eto loves a good bet.

warnings : p in v , creampie , squirttinggg, a little bit of dirty talk, mention of breeding, fwb

"i bet i can make you cum before me."

your best friend, suguru, had simply uttered the words, while you were complaining about how men just couldn't get you off— maybe you were just lesbian or something. he had dared to say those few words, and you took him up on it. and, thats how you both ended up like this. panting, whimpering, and truly out of it. suguru had won the bet the first time, but you had to utter out the words "best out of three." it's round nine.

so far? you've been doing pretty well. for suguru's best friend besides satoru and shoko. you're the analyzer of your little quad, reading the three of them for filth. today was no different, even though it was entirely different circumstances. you've analyzed most of his moves. he thrusts deep into the cervix, his tip bullying into your deepest spots hard enough to make you see stars. then, he slows his pace, grinding deep into your sweet spot with a rhythm that makes you squeal out into a pillow you found somewhere on your bed.

he did it in a motion of two two three. two rough thrusts, cleanly into your cervix, feeling you clench around him as the pain hits, but quickly drowned by pleasure. then, two angled thrusts right into your sweet spot, making you writhe. three right into both, which was technically six— but you digress.

as you feel your hips be lifted up, suguru resting on his heels, dragging you back with every small thrust of his hips, you can't help but let out the most pathetic noises. yet, the noises that ring out in the dim lighting of your bedroom make you even wetter. the rhythmic squelch of your mixed fluids, oozing and leaking out your weak hole into a puddle on your pretty pink bed sheets. you can't bring yourself to care, biting down on your pillow as another wave of pleasure crashes over you, threatening to falter your stance in this little bet.

but, you've practiced some moves yourself. you lay motionless for a few more thrusts, before you arch your back up and begin to grind back down on him. the move renders suguru speechless. his hands loosen their grip on your bruised hips, weak attempts at your name leaving his lips like pants of air. "fu—fuck. where'd.. where'd you learn t-this shit..?" suguru manages to get out, his hands fully dropped, one steadying his stance as his back arches, the other covering his mouth poorly, pitiful whines leaving his throat as you slam yourself up and down, using practically all of your body strength. but, suguru doesn't surrender. he straightens himself up, trembling and all, his hand wrapping around your waist and right between your legs. you freeze slightly, but continue on, the feel of suguru's mushroom tip leaving a glaze of pre on your cervix making you a little dizzy. the slow, sweet ministrations suguru inflicts on your puffy clit. small hearts, swivels of an S and a G occasionally, rough, filthy strokes when you finally seemed to stutter in your hips. "pretty girl, please, just give in. jus' let me win today. wanna fuck a baby in ya. you'd like that, wouldn't you? feel me all in your guts, in your womb?"

his pretty words are weakening, but you don't respond, trying to hyper focus on the twitches and throbs you feel as his thick length rubs against your walls snugly. you don't even realize how many times he says "i love you," how he wishes he could be more than just a fuck buddy to you, because his hands never stop in between your legs, despite the cum and cream leaking out onto his wrist and palm. he just calmly switches his fingers around, his thumb on your clit as two fingers slam into your already full hole. the slight stretch makes you lose it, along with the rough, erratic, almost feral way he berated your clit with his thumb. "wait, wait— i feel.. fuckk— i feel weird, wait, stop!" you mewl, clenching on suguru's length erratically before your entire body goes limp. you don't cum. you don't feel a thing but a tingly sensation running all over your body, making you shiver. then it happens, first a little splash, which makes your face run red with the idea you pissed yourself mid fuck-session. then three more, then a stream. you were squirting. the realization hits both you and suguru, and it drives him off the edge completely. wringing out the remnants of your orgasm, he licks his fingers clean, relishing in the taste of you. not for long, as in mere seconds, he holds your hips down as he ruts up like a madman. whimpering in your ear as he angles his hips to get as deep as he possibly could, before his thrusts become erratic, and slowly halt as his final release shoots out of him, draining him dry.

his body jerks with the aftershocks, his mouth agape as your name leaves his lips again and again. he drops his entire body weight on you, panting and grinding his hips, fucking you full. suguru doesn't say a word, yet. catching his breath, he makes his way to your red face, kissing your sweat drenched cheek, chuckling a little. he finally brings himself to talk, though its hoarse; "see? told you, i could make you cum first. now, for my reward, how about you sit here, and lets see if i get a mini me, hmm?"

a/n : my computer died like 4 times writing this and each time i got so nervous that it deleted all my progress :(( it didn't, so we ball!

[swxxtchxrrixs]

you thought you hated your academic rival toji fushiguro, but really, you're (both) just down bad

warnings ⋆.˚ mdni, smut, uni au, rival!toji, female!reader, enemies to lovers, down bad toji and reader fr, a bit comical actually, y'all are pretty mean to each other lmfao, brief drinking/smoking/partying, a lil smooch when you're both tipsy that starts all the mf drama, pet names (princess, babe, baby), meandom!toji yumm, piv, fingering, rough sex, ass slapping, choking, face grabbing, cum eating, squirting, praise, big dih toji 😛

wc ⋆.˚ 6.9k (not on purpose but im giggling)

disclaimer ⋆.˚ my works are purely fiction with all events occurring between 21+ consenting adults

a/n ⋆.˚ 9/10 reworks, this one was so fun ahhh!! i fear i need toji to bully me until i cry actually. also 200 FOLLOWERS ALREADY??? in less than a WEEK?? y'all have no idea how appreciative i am that you like my stories 😭🖤

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

you stared at the result board for god knows how long, praying that if you kept doing so, it’d somehow move your name upwards a place.

1st: toji fushiguro - 100%

2nd: y/f/n y/l/n - 99.4%

suguru glanced between you and the board, heart pounding because he knew that you were about to break and, probably, end up causing a scene. it wouldn’t be the first time. you were a firecracker, toji was the fuse, and academics were the flame.

“let’s maybe go do something else, yeah?” suguru started softly, cautiously placing his arms on your shoulders to pull you away.

you turned sharply to glare at him. he swallowed. as your best friend, he was used to seeing this side of you, but it never failed to raise his heart rate anytime you gave him the death stare, regardless that he wasn’t the one it was directed towards.

“i’m so fucking close,” you gritted your teeth, pointing at the results dramatically as you tried to explain yourself. for what reason, neither you nor him were sure. if looking at the board wouldn’t up your grade, maybe complaining about it would. “do you see that?”

he sighed. “i’m not sure why the professor keeps publicizing the grades like this. it’s like he’s trying to create rivalries between the students,” he paused to look at you, scanning over your frame from head to toe, “case and point.”

you groaned, throwing your head back in frustration. “listen, if toji fucking fushiguro wasn’t such an asshole, then i wouldn’t care so much.”

“right,” he answered plainly, severely unconvinced.

toji sat in the back of the classroom, face smug as he watched yours and suguru’s interaction; hands behind his head, lollipop hanging lazily from his lips, legs propped on top of the desk, tie messy with his collar undone, hair somehow perfectly laid. he was eating this up like it was his fucking breakfast.

“you two are like a textbook, clichè love-hate couple from a drama,” satoru snorted, crossing his arms as his eyes alternated between him and you and suguru, observing the atmosphere. “you sure you actually hate her and don’t just want to fuck her brains out?”

“ha,” toji licked his teeth, “she wishes i would.”

finally, you caught his eye, nostrils flared and cheeks tinted with fury. he just smirked, keeping his stare steady on you. he saw you say something to suguru before stomping over towards him. things were about to get interesting.

“y/n, seriously?” suguru whined, rolling his eyes. once you’d made your decision, there was no way he could stop you. he sighed, letting you dig your own grave, since you seemed to love doing that so much.

toji just watched you, face painted with nothing but pride and amusement.

“you,” you spat, hissing as you pointed at him threateningly, “you’re the fucking worst, do you know that?”

“what’s got you so bent out of shape, princess?” he hummed, and you were one second away from slapping him– and maybe kissing him out of spite with the way he called you princess, but you digress. “does first place mean that much to you?”

“yes,” you growled, “i’ve worked so fucking hard to get here, i’m not going to lose to you.”

he laughed, wicked grin spreading wider across his cheeks. “and you think i haven’t?” then, he stood up, placing his face only a few inches apart from yours. your breath became unsteady for a moment. he noticed. “you, beating me?” he spoke low and raspy, tone laced with arrogance. “we’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”

he stepped past you, bumping your shoulder on purpose on the way, satoru following behind him suit.

“fuck you!” you hissed, shouting after him right as they crossed the threshold of the doorway.

he turned around once more, piercing gaze dark and vane, lips cunning, “shouldn’t you be asking your little boyfriend suguru to do that?” before finally shuffling down the hallway.

your mouth dropped in shock, body shaking with rage and fists clenching at your sides as he and satoru disappeared from your sight.

suguru, once again, placed his hands on your shoulders in hopes it would calm you down. it wasn’t working, of course, but at least he tried.

“he just fucking insulted you!”

“don’t worry about it, y/n,” he smiled gently, “he’s just trying to push your buttons,” then let out a quiet, exasperated sigh, “and, well, you keep letting him get to you.”

toji didn’t often shoot comments towards suguru, usually opting to keep them to himself or just between him and satoru. but, every now and then, he’d let one slip. you looked at him, chest tightening with remorse. “i’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling guilty.

he chuckled, patting your head reassuringly. “i know you are,” he nodded, “but i also know you’re far too deep into this that it won’t be ending any time soon.” you weren’t sure if his words were meant to be encouraging or critical. either way, they were like a punch to your gut in both cases. “i can handle his jabs, trust me. it doesn’t bother me at all, actually, i think it’s hilarious.”

you weren’t sure how you ended up in this situation in the first place, competing with toji. he had always been cocky, entering classrooms, parties– everywhere, you name it– like he fucking owned the place. yet, when you first met him, you two actually got along pretty well, and were even sort of friends. but, somewhere along the way, all of the small percentage differences between your grades and his that hindered you from being top of the class accumulated and mutated into acute annoyance and contention. you started this academic war, and he silently established he was going to finish it.

“let’s just go get some lunch, hm?” suguru offered, slumping his arm over your shoulder to drag you with him towards the door, “i could really fuck up a bowl of ramen right now.”

that didn’t sound half bad to you, either.

✧･ﾟ: ✧

friday nights were your favourite. why? because your roommates were busy going out to parties, leaving you with peace and solitude to bury your face into your textbooks.

your phone buzzed atop your desk, pulling you out of the flow state.

sugu: im walking over to your dorm to pick you up rn  you: what? im busy studying sugu: exactly. take a damn break and touch some grass you: …what are you talking about…? sugu: party. duh. at hiromi's frat

you sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to let up. so, accepting your defeat, you agreed to go with him. just this once.

you: fine. text me when you get here.

suguru wasn’t above thinking you were pretty, but jesus, your outfit choice for the evening was making it extremely difficult to ignore.

“too much?” you asked, genuinely curious, pulling at the material of your dress. with his eyes on you so intensely, you were feeling a bit self-conscious.

“no,” he answered a little too quickly, clearing his throat, “no, you– uh– look really hot, actually.”

you blushed, jaw dropping slightly, taken aback by his honesty; you thought he’d at least tone it down a little. then, your lips curled upwards smugly. “wow,” you purred, “my best friend thinks i’m hot?”

he tsked at your chaffed comment, grabbing your wrist to drag you out of your dorm room with him. “i have eyes,” he said, face nearly the same shade of red your dress was, “quit teasing me.”

you laughed, catching your body up to him so you could walk side-by-side. “for what it’s worth, you look really good tonight, too,” you smiled, words sincere. suguru had a way of making baggy fits look glamorous.

“thanks,” he muttered, trying to clear his thoughts that were so desperately trying to go to places he didn’t want.

you were quickly reminded why, beyond wanting to dedicate your free time to studying so you could destroy toji academically, you didn’t go to parties. it was disgustingly hot, smelled overwhelmingly of sweat, and you swore the soles of your sneakers were already soaked in spilt beer.

“this is awful,” you frowned, groaning as you trailed behind suguru into the kitchen.

“oh, for sure,” he agreed, pouring you both a shot, “but you won’t care once you’ve had a few drinks.”

you rolled your eyes, but decided to trust his judgement. it’s not the first time you’d touched alcohol, however, you were used to smaller gatherings when you had in the past. you’d give him the benefit of the doubt, though, hoping that things would feel less chaotic once you had a bit of liquor in your system like he said.

throughout the night, suguru kept you close, using his body as a shield from drunken passerbyers. he got shoved enough times that, at this point, you probably had a minimum of fifty bruises on your back from, no fault of his own, getting slammed against the wall from the impact of his chest pushing you against it.

“sorry,” he smiled sympathetically, noticing your scrunched up face, “i thought it’d help, but clearly i’m just making it worse,” he chuckled.

you snorted, lightly pushing him off of you. “i appreciate you, sir suguru,” you teased, giving him a playful bow before stepping out of being caged between him and the plaster. he snorted at your poor, yet cute joke of a nickname. “i’m going to go grab another drink, you want one?”

he shook his head, stepping aside so you had extra space to move through the sea of bodies. “i’m good.”

the kitchen was far too crowded by the time you had finished mixing your cocktail, and you noticed suguru was no longer near the wall, but on the dance floor with some girl. you smirked, watching as they quickly cozied up to each other. taking a sip of your rum and coke, you decided to slip down the less packed hallways of the house, though they weren’t by much, until you could find a space for a moment of quietude. turns out, there weren’t any inside options, so you winded up in the backyard sitting on the porch steps.

“well, look who it is,” the minute you heard his voice, your heart thumped wildly– and you weren't sure if it was in a good or bad way. “fancy seeing you here, y/n.”

toji waltzed over to you from the side of the house, having been leaning against it for a breather himself, plopping his body dramatically beside yours. he did the honours of clinking the rims of your solo cups together unprompted before swallowing his last sip.

you just blinked at him, staring blankly. “what do you want, ‘ji?” you sighed after a moment, taking a swig of your own drink.

“‘ji,” he chuckled, “that’s a new one. not asshole, or fucker?”

you felt embarrassed, diverting your attention away from him and towards the yard. toji grew smug, placing his cup down to lean back onto his palms, just observing you. the way your energy shifted didn’t go unnoticed to him, and it caused him to want to mess around with you more.

“it just… i don’t know, i’m kind of tipsy,” you shrugged, trying to play it off like it was no big deal, “it just slipped out.”

“right,” he cooed, leaning over towards you just a bit. your breath hitched in your throat as you felt hot air graze just above your ear. “whatever you say, princess.”

you turned to him, sharply, astounded by his audacity. but, you quickly learned that was a mistake, and now your mouths were just inches away from touching. for a moment, you felt your heart stop, debating what to do next; you were too frozen to move, yet too afraid not to.

toji kept his gaze steady on you, studying your reaction as he stayed hovered there over your lips, not touching you yet. you didn’t realize how far you were leaning away from him until his arms slipped behind you to catch you from falling down the steps.

“careful,” he chuckled, helping you sit back up straight. he didn’t move his arms, your skin hot underneath his touch.

you weren’t thinking. not one fucking bit.

toji’s eyes shot wide open as you suddenly closed the gap, his plump red lips feeling so incredibly soft on yours. he settled not much later, pulling you in tighter against him as he started to move his mouth. he pressed your back against the railing, your fingers finding their way into his hair while his tongue slipped between your teeth. you let out a gentle, whiny sound, one nearly inaudible, that caused his cock to twitch in his pants.

“fuck,” he muttered against you, pressing his fingers deeper into your sides, “you sound so pretty.”

then, it hit you. you had fucking kissed toji fushiguro, your sworn academic rival and designated campus asshole– the second descriptor was only in your eyes, though– without any consideration of the consequences. you shoved him off of you with a gasp, standing up abruptly to go back into the house.

“hold on, y/n–”

you were already too deep into the swarm of bodies to hear him calling after you.

“sugu!” you shouted, eyes searching around the room, “sugu!” you repeated, more frantic this time.

you caught sight of him a few feet away, leaning against the wall with a lit joint between his fingers. you ran over to him, grabbing his free hand without any further explanation and dragged him out of the house. you didn’t stop until you were at least two blocks away from the frat, only because you were out of breath, ignoring his constant calling of your name the entire time. he dropped his joint somewhere along the way.

“jesus,” he huffed, regaining his balance once you let go of his wrist, “what’s with you?”

“i fucking–” you ran your fingers through your hair, pacing along the pavement, “i fucked up.”

“okay, first of all, calm down,” he coaxed, approaching you gently before rubbing up and down your arms comfortingly, “take a deep breath.” you nodded, panicking, inhaling and exhaling shakily a few times before feeling your heart begin to settle. “good,” he said softly, “now, tell me what happened.”

you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, letting out a long huff until you had enough courage to say it. “i kissed him.”

“who?”

“toji. i kissed fucking toji.”

suguru's jaw dropped, backing away from you in astonishment. “you’re lying.”

you shook your head. “i wasn’t thinking,” you groaned, frustrated, “i just– i just did.” he didn’t say anything, just staring at you in shock. “fuck, i’m so stupid.”

“no, you’re not stupid,” he snapped out of his daze and sighed, countering your claim, “you both had a few drinks, shit happens.”

“this is so bad!”

“y/n, i’m sure it will be fine. drunk people kiss each other all the time, i’m sure he won’t even think much of it, pretend it never happened.”

you didn’t like how that last statement felt to hear. but, you chose to ignore it. “i–i guess, but what if he starts a rumour or–”

“babe,” he said, firmer, “he might be an asshole, but he’s not that evil,” assuring you, “if he really was that type of person, there would have been several floating around already. the dynamic of your guys’ relationship is like, hot gos central. you two are incredibly clichè.”

you sighed, nodding. he had a point. toji was a menace, and had so many opportunities to act much crueler if he wanted to, but he never did. “yeah… yeah, you’re right.”

suguru smiled gently, stepping closer to you and draping his arm over your shoulder. “i always am,” he joked. you scoffed, nudging his side, but laughed. “let’s get you home, yeah?”

✧･ﾟ: ✧

you avoided toji like the plague the following week, headphones on at all times when you had to share the same space as him so he wouldn’t try to talk with you. half of the time, they weren’t even turned on; it was just to send him a clear– or what you assumed was clear– message.

suguru said you were doing too much, claiming that this only made you look even more bothered by what happened between you the two of you.

“if you’re trying to act like things are normal, this is not going to work,” he sighed, pulling them off of your head. you pouted, reaching to take them back, but he held them much too far out of your reach.

“i can barely look at him,” you huffed, “i feel so guilty.”

“why?” he inquired, genuinely curious. “i get you don’t like the guy, but is the fact you kissed him while tipsy really that bad?”

“yes!” you scoffed, sending him a look like he was ridiculous for even asking such a thing. “i hate him!”

“no, i don’t think you do,” suguru smirked, wrapping your headphones around his own neck before crossing his arms, looking at you intently. your body shuddered, feeling like he was searching for something that would expose your lies. you felt bare, vulnerable. “most people don’t go around kissing people they hate.”

“we were both drunk!”

“and? alcohol doesn’t lie, it just lowers inhibitions,” he licked his lips, oddly satisfied by how successfully he was prying into you. he knew you all too well, especially the fact you absolutely sucked at admitting things to yourself. “there’s obviously some truth behind it.”

“wha– don’t be ridiculous,” you tsked, rolling your eyes. unfortunately for you, your cheeks didn’t do a good enough job at hiding how you actually felt.

suguru snickered. “you’re blushing sooo fucking hard right now. i’m right, aren’t i?”

“what are you even talking about?” you continued on with your denial.

“you like him, don’t you? you don’t hate toji, you like him, and that’s why you’re so upset about this. because you can’t just shake it off and act like it meant nothing, can you?”

you inhaled sharply, heart pounding against your ribs, fingers trembling ever so slightly. like a criminal, you felt caught in the act, realizing quickly there was no way out of it. you were terrible at hiding your feelings, and even if you thought you were doing a good job at it, your body would eventually fail you. and, this was suguru you were talking to, your best friend; if anyone other than yourself could pick up on your true feelings, it would be him.

“d–don’t fucking say anything, got it?” you seethed, grabbing his collar threateningly.

he laughed. “i won’t. i’m curious to see how this plays out.”

toji found you in the library later that afternoon, observing as you searched the shelves in the biography section. he leaned against another bookcase not too far away, just smirking as he continued to watch. you still hadn’t felt his presence. eventually, he stepped closer to you, out of the shadows, and that’s when you finally noticed him lurking.

you couldn’t avoid him now. “what the hell do you want?” you sighed, flickering your eyes back to the shelves after you had caught sight of him beside you.

“nothing,” he shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “i just needed a book from this section, too.”

“okay.”

the silence was loud. deafening, even. and, there was something unspoken looming overhead as you two just stood there, light shuffling of books against the metal echoing off the nearly empty library’s walls.

“so,” he cleared his throat after a few minutes, “about the party, the kiss–”

“don’t,” you interrupted him, squeezing your eyes shut, “please, just forget it happened. we were both drunk.”

“i don’t want to forget it happened.”

your heart stopped. slowly, you turned your head towards him, eyes wide. “what?”

he sighed. “i don’t want to pretend like we didn’t kiss,” he said, voice quiet. “i can’t lie and act like i didn’t want it.”

“you’re crazy.”

“am i?” he asked, completely serious. “because it seems to me that we both have feelings for each other,” you swallowed hard, feeling vulnerable then, “i know i’m not the only one who confirmed something that night.”

you wanted to run away. it was far too scary to face him, to admit head on that you liked the man you’d sworn hatred to for the past year of your university career. so, you did what any terrified, avoidant person would do; you lied. “i didn’t feel anything,” you said, lips straight. “it was just you.”

“bullshit,” he scoffed, bewildered, refusing to believe you.

you didn’t say anything further, just grabbing the book you needed and turning on your heels away from him to head for the checkout counter.

“y/n,” he called you again, firmer this time, “i know you’re lying.” his voice cracked, just a little.

the pain in your chest didn’t spare you at all from hearing the truth from him. yet, you stuck with your false story anyway. “well,” you tilted your head enough to look back at him, “i can’t help it if you don’t believe me.”

✧･ﾟ: ✧

toji was more ruthless than before from that point onward, crawling under your skin to prickle you from the inside out every time he scored higher than you.

“sucks to suck, doesn’t it?”

“god, maybe you should just fucking drop out already.”

“shame. i really thought you had it this time.”

maybe it was better that way, at least, he thought it would help him forget about his feelings for you.

but, of course, it didn’t help him at all in that regard.

you gave the same energy back, forcing down every part of you that wanted to scream that you were sorry. that everything you said was a lie. that you did like him, beyond the love-hate dynamic you had created.

“at least i have a future.”

“must be shit that academics are the only thing you’re good at.”

“bet you got on your knees for the professor to pass this one.”

suguru and satoru were tired of it, knowing both of you were just suppressing your burning desire for each other and masking it as hatred. for them, it was like watching a horror film they couldn’t rewrite unfold, and it drove them insane every time you two went into the basement.

“how long do you think they’ll keep this up?” satoru asked, he and suguru standing a few feet away, just observing you and toji arguing.

“hell if i know,” suguru shrugged, releasing an elongated sigh, “god, they’re insufferable, aren’t they?”

satoru snorted. “so much. they just need to kiss and make up already.”

“see,” suguru smiled, “you get it.”

unbeknownst to you, the two of them were scheming, coming up with a plan for you two to finally give your rivalry a rest and admit you wanted each other.

“fuck!” you groaned, slamming your head down onto the desk. “i’m swear to god i’m going to fucking strangle–”

“y/n, chill,” suguru cooed, massaging your shoulders, “you’re spending way too much energy on him.” "you’re fucking whipped," he thought silently to himself, "and your act is terrible."

“but–”

“yo, y/n,” satoru suddenly cut you off, now standing in front of your desk, interrupting your ranting session with suguru, “prof needs you in his office.”

you narrowed your eyes at him with suspicion. “for what exactly?” you question, slow and cautious.

he shrugged, “dunno, he just told me to tell you.”

you glanced at suguru, wondering if he had heard anything about this.

“don’t look at me,” he threw his arms up in defence, “i don’t know why he’s asking for you, either.” oh, but he did. he just couldn't tell you that.

you sighed, rising to your feet. “whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“want me to walk with you?” he asked. your answer here would make or break his and satoru’s plan.

“do what you want,” you murmured, starting to make your way out of the classroom and towards the teacher’s lounge.

he silently thanked the gods that you gave him permission to go with you, he and satoru secretly exchanging a nod with each other to continue onto the next phase.

toji’s brows were furrowed as he started walking towards the storage closet, wondering why the fuck satoru asked him to meet him there.

“what is he being so weird for?” he pondered to himself, now leaning against the wall beside the door.

suguru noticed him from a few feet down the hallway, quickly pulling out his phone to text satoru.

suguru: he’s waiting. tell him to go inside satoru: on it

toji’s phone buzzed, now even more confused as he read satoru’s text asking him to actually go inside of the storage closet to wait for him.

“what the fuck?” he scoffed. he didn’t want to. this was all too fucking uncanny.

so, he called him.

“hello?” satoru sang as he answered the phone.

“what the hell is going on?” he went straight into it, “why are you telling me to meet you inside of the damn storage closet? what, are you trying to murder me or something?”

satoru laughed so loud it crackled the speaker in toji’s ear. he winced. “toji, just do it. please, it’ll make sense soon enough,” he wasn’t convinced at all. “i’m on my way over now, so hang tight.” he wasn’t. he just needed toji to think he was, if this was going to work.

perhaps he and suguru should have spent more time coming up with a better plan, but this was all they could manage in a short amount of time. their patience was wearing thin much too quickly to think of something more elaborate.

toji hung up the phone. “this fucking kid,” he tsked, opening the door with an eye roll to step inside.

he kicked a random, small box in between the door and the frame, making sure it wouldn’t shut all the way. he’d seen far too many tv shows where the door wouldn’t open from the inside to risk it. he eyed the pair of scissors sitting on top of the table nearby, should it turn out satoru was actually insane when he finally showed up.

you and suguru were coming upon the closet shortly, him quickly sending satoru a message again to let him know toji had successfully entered inside.

“hold on one sec,” he stopped your bodies right outside of the storage closet, “i remember prof needed me to grab something for him from in here. could you take it to him for me?”

you lifted your brow at him. “is that why you walked with me?"

he nodded. "yeah, it totally slipped my mind to do it earlier."

"...okay."

truthfully, you were a bit suspicious, but let it slide.

toji was listening in now, clearly being able to hear you and suguru talking to each other on the other side of the cracked door. he sighed. it didn't take him long to figure out what was going on here. he fucking knew it. of course satoru– and apparently in collaboration with suguru– came up with some stupid plan to get you and him in the same space to talk. seems like they had already caught on to your feelings for each other.

“what an idiot,” toji snorted, pushing open the door to exit.

you just looked at him, then at suguru, then back at him again.

“what…. what is going on here?” you asked.

suguru started panicking right then, and before you and toji realized it, he had shoved the two of you back into the cramped closet and slammed the door shut.

the moment you heard the lock click, you were pissed.

“sugu, what the fuck did you just do!?” you gritted your teeth, muffled yells reaching him on the other side.

you heard the jingling of keys. “yeah, this plan was terrible and elementary, admittedly, but you two need to fucking work out your issues,” he talked back, “satoru and are tired of witnessing your obvious yearning, you’re not fooling anyone, so figure it out,” he sighed, “i’ll let you out in an hour, and if i find out you two haven’t fixed things, i’m fucking locking you in there again.”

“fuck you and your storage closet access!”

“perks of being a part-time janitor.” you sensed him smirking through the closed door.

the jingling disappeared down the hallway.

“fuck,” you cursed, slowly turning to face toji. “so, how do we convince them we made up so we can get out of here?”

toji didn’t look amused. no, he was serious. as stupid as satoru and suguru’s plan was, he was actually grateful for it.

“no,” he asserted, “no, we are going to talk.”

you swallowed, hard, heart fighting to break through your chest. “well, this is going to be a pretty quiet hour then,” you shot at him before you could think, “because i have nothing to say to you.”

he laughed bitterly. “really? you’re the one that kissed me, remember? and now you wanna act like i’m the problem?”

“i was drunk!”

“so was i, but you don’t see me using it as an excuse.”

it fell quiet. you squeezed your fists at your sides, trying to slow your thoughts. there were too many pulling you in opposite directions; while some begged you to stop with the act, others pressed you to stay guarded.

“i–,” you took a deep breath, trying to calm down, “i– fuck, i don't even know what to say.”

“you can start by not lying for once.”

“like you have room to talk.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he stepped closer and heat began to pool in your stomach.

your lips quivered slightly. “it means i’m not the only one who’s been hiding their feelings all this time.”

toji was just a few inches apart from you now, mouth lifting into a smile. “so you do like me,” he chuckled, “i fucking knew it.”

it took you a moment to realize what you had just said. you, in fact, admitted outright you had feelings for him, “shit– i–,” and there was no point in trying to make excuses, because everything was clear. you couldn’t come back from that. once again, your body had betrayed you.

“y/n,” he took another step closer, your spine now pressed against the door, his chest grazing just above yours, not touching quite yet. “tell me, then, what all of the rivalry has been for,” he started, low, “was it really about the grades, or do you get off on pretending to hate me?” you gulped, eyes darting away from his face. your breaths fell shallow, thighs squeezing together. he chuckled, amused, pulling back from you a tad to eye you from head to toe. “seems like you don’t even need to say it out loud, because your body already did it for you.”

you glared at him. “you’re no fucking different.”

“oh, i know,” he sucked in his teeth, “you have no idea how fucking hard i get when you’re telling me off with that pretty mouth of yours.”

“toji–,” you said his name nearly in a moan, knees buckling below you. you could make out the faint scent of his woodsy cologne.

“fucking hell,” he groaned slamming his palms on either side of your head against the door, teeth gritting. his cock was painfully confined in his jeans. “keep making those sounds and i’ll make sure that’s all you’ll be doing for the rest of the hour.”

your panties were soaked at this point, cunt throbbing so violently for relief that, truly, you really fucking needed him to help you out. and so, deciding you wouldn’t go down without a fight, that you wouldn’t submit to him so easily, you shot right back at him in confidence.

“go ahead, then,” you smirked, arms crossed haughtily, “if you’re so convinced i want you, make me fucking want you.”

something dark flickered in his eyes right then. he laughed almost maniacally, grabbing your hair before turning both of your bodies around and slamming your face and chest against the back wall of the closet. you groaned, both from the sting of the impact and your desperation for him to ruin you.

“you think i can’t?” he purred, pressing your face harder against the plaster, “do you honestly think you’ll walk out of here able to forget how good i fucked you?”

you snickered. “who knows?” you taunted, “maybe i’ll have suguru–”

he threw his palm over your mouth to shut you up instantly, the other slapping your ass with intense force. you whimpered. “no, no, no,” he tsked, sliding his fingers to crawl up the insides of your exposed thighs. you silently cursed at yourself for deciding to wear a skirt that day, “i’ll be the only name dripping off your tongue by the time we’re done here.”

you felt him graze your clothed sex, pads of his fingers feathering the soaked material. you whined, squirming in his grip.

“jesus fucking christ, y/n,” he groaned, tempting to explore more, “you’re fucking soaked.” he let out an amused laugh, finally slipping beneath your panties, but only enough to tease you. he lightly pressed into your pubic bone. “this what’s been happening every time i insult you? turns you on when i’m mean?”

the moment he slid through your folds, you choked out a moan, spit coating his palm that still rested on your mouth. you squeezed your eyes shut, shaking in his arms.

“god, princess, i’ve barely touched you.” he cooed.

you couldn’t help but gasp once he finally slipped two fingers in, curling up into your walls slow and deep while his palm massaged your clit. you were panting, moving your hips along with each of his thrusts. when he began to speed up, the squelching became so filthy you could hardly believe it was coming from you.

you were fucking falling apart in the arms of toji fushiguro. never in a million years did you expect to find yourself in this predicament, and yet, there you were– and you were loving it.

“fuck– oh, fuck!” you moaned, muffled, toji removing his hold from your mouth a moment later because he wanted to hear you properly. now, his hand wrapped around your throat, fingers teasing your jaw. “toji– jesus– ngh–”

“not so tough now, are you?” he taunted, his hand slapping so loudly against your cunt with each thrust, slick dripping down it as well as your plush thighs, “look at you about to fucking come for the person you claim to hate.”

you whimpered, “shit, shit–,” palms sliding down the wall as you fell over the edge, “i’m fucking coming–,” squirting your hot juices all over his hand and the floor below you. your throat erupted into a deep, ragged groan.

he growled, looking down to watch you come all over him, only removing his hand once he was sure he had milked all of you. “holy fuck,” he exhaled, glancing from the puddle on the floor up to his slick hands. “you’re fucking– wow,” he made one, clean lick around his fingers before lifting them to your mouth, slipping them through your slightly parted lips. “taste yourself," he purred, rolling your tongue between his fingers. he bit his lip, eyes piercing into you as he watched you drink the rest of your release. “so fucking sweet, princess.”

he released you with one hard slap on the ass, you yelping from the sudden impact. you managed to turn your body around to face him, toji now being able to see your wrecked face in all of its glory. his lips were already attacking yours again, tongue slipping down your throat, grabbing your jaw with fervor, your hands fisting the hem of his shirt and pulling him flush against your chest. he perched one of your thighs around his hips, grinding his clothed bulge into your soaked, dripping core.

you moaned, curling your body tighter around him, lips swollen and coated with spit as you two messily continued to kiss.

“you’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he cooed against you, switching up the nickname, the raspy sound of his voice being sent straight to your heat, “wanna fuck this pussy so bad.” he bit your bottom lip, pulling a blissful cry out of you, “need to feel you.”

“p–please,” you whined, rolling your hips into his. he grunted, securing his grip more firmly on your chin, “want you inside of me.”

his dick twitched in its confinement, sly smile spreading ear to ear from the way you were begging him. “jesus, y/n,” he exhaled, breaking the kiss so he could release himself and slip on a condom. “you’re killing me.”

you stared at him, swallowing hard at his size. he was hiding that this whole time? he noticed you looking as he finished prepping himself, letting out a chuckle.

“like what you see?” he raised a brow at you tauntingly. you nodded profusely, eyes incessantly switching between his length and his face. he couldn’t get enough of your glassy irises full of desperation every time you looked at him. “gonna make you feel so fucking good, princess, i promise.”

you were fucking screwed. you were from the second he asserted dominance and slammed you against the wall earlier, all intention to give him a fair fight disappearing into thin air.

toji pushed your panties aside, tip teasing your entrance. you moaned loudly when he finally slipped into you, him having to throw his hand over your mouth again to keep you quiet. you’d certainly get caught if you didn’t.

“knew i’d make you scream,” he grunted, teeth gritting, flicking his cock into you deep and slow. your eyelashes fluttered, body trembling as he brushed against each pleasure point of your walls. “gonna fucking wreck you.”

“harder,” you murmured, grabbing his wrist for extra leverage.

“fuck,” he exhaled, a profound groan arising out if his chest, cock twitching inside of you like he was about to lose it already. “you want me to fucking break you, huh?” he hissed, pace increasing exponentially, “was destroying your emotions not enough? want me to fucking fold you?”

“shit–,” you cried, body recoiling with each harsh slap of his pelvis against your ass, “god, ‘ji– please,” you managed to say through the cracks between his fingers on your mouth, “fucking ruin me.” you were a mess, body coming undone so fast that your brain could hardly keep up with it.

his thrusts were merciless, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes every time you felt him in your stomach. your arms were flailing frantically, eventually landing on his shoulders to dig your nails into them and to attempt to ground yourself. he growled, throwing his head back in elation as you pierced his skin.

“god– fuck– you feel so perfect around me,” he grunted, pressing you as firmly as he could against the wall while he fucked you ardently, “look at you taking me like a good fucking girl.”

you cried, body trembling violently, hips meeting his halfway in short bursts, teetering the edge. “fuck, toji– fuck, i’m about to come–”

“wait for me,” he choked, using every bit of energy he had left to piston into you without remorse, slick dripping down the sides of his shaft and your inner thighs, squelching, dirty wet sounds echoing throughout the tiny closet space, hair a mess, sweat drenching your skin. everything you were doing was so filthy and perfect.

you didn’t want the hour to end.

toji broke, cock pulsing inside your hole as he choked out a loud cry. you clenched around him, whimpering as your stomach twisted, arousal gushing out of your puffy, battered cunt while his creamy, hot spurts of cum filled the condom. moans synchronized, bodies trembled, spit dripped down both of your chins, completely wrecked from the intense fucking. he came to a still, dropping his head forward into the crook of your neck, gently setting your leg back down flat onto the ground. you held him close, allowing your heart to settle as you two just stood there embracing one another.

“um,” your cleared throat broke through the silence a few moments later, “could we… do this again sometime?”

he chuckled against your collarbone, “absolutely,” squeezing his arms tighter around you. you squealed before releasing a soft giggle. “knew you couldn’t walk out of here and forget me.” he smirked.

you scoffed, but he was completely right.

when suguru came by later– this time with satoru– to retrieve the two of you from the storage closet, both of them just smiled wide and knowingly– your hairs were a mess and cheeks were still flushed. even if they didn’t already know how you two felt about each other, the state you both were in would be quite simple to figure out.

“well, it seems like your discussion went well,” suguru snorted, teasing.

satoru couldn’t help but sigh in relief from your months of emotional constipation finally meeting their end. “about fucking time.” he emphasized on purpose.

[jammintine]

𝒮uguru 𝒢eto loves a good bet.

warnings : p in v , creampie , squirttinggg, a little bit of dirty talk, mention of breeding, fwb

"i bet i can make you cum before me."

your best friend, suguru, had simply uttered the words, while you were complaining about how men just couldn't get you off— maybe you were just lesbian or something. he had dared to say those few words, and you took him up on it. and, thats how you both ended up like this. panting, whimpering, and truly out of it. suguru had won the bet the first time, but you had to utter out the words "best out of three." it's round nine.

so far? you've been doing pretty well. for suguru's best friend besides satoru and shoko. you're the analyzer of your little quad, reading the three of them for filth. today was no different, even though it was entirely different circumstances. you've analyzed most of his moves. he thrusts deep into the cervix, his tip bullying into your deepest spots hard enough to make you see stars. then, he slows his pace, grinding deep into your sweet spot with a rhythm that makes you squeal out into a pillow you found somewhere on your bed.

he did it in a motion of two two three. two rough thrusts, cleanly into your cervix, feeling you clench around him as the pain hits, but quickly drowned by pleasure. then, two angled thrusts right into your sweet spot, making you writhe. three right into both, which was technically six— but you digress.

as you feel your hips be lifted up, suguru resting on his heels, dragging you back with every small thrust of his hips, you can't help but let out the most pathetic noises. yet, the noises that ring out in the dim lighting of your bedroom make you even wetter. the rhythmic squelch of your mixed fluids, oozing and leaking out your weak hole into a puddle on your pretty pink bed sheets. you can't bring yourself to care, biting down on your pillow as another wave of pleasure crashes over you, threatening to falter your stance in this little bet.

but, you've practiced some moves yourself. you lay motionless for a few more thrusts, before you arch your back up and begin to grind back down on him. the move renders suguru speechless. his hands loosen their grip on your bruised hips, weak attempts at your name leaving his lips like pants of air. "fu—fuck. where'd.. where'd you learn t-this shit..?" suguru manages to get out, his hands fully dropped, one steadying his stance as his back arches, the other covering his mouth poorly, pitiful whines leaving his throat as you slam yourself up and down, using practically all of your body strength. but, suguru doesn't surrender. he straightens himself up, trembling and all, his hand wrapping around your waist and right between your legs. you freeze slightly, but continue on, the feel of suguru's mushroom tip leaving a glaze of pre on your cervix making you a little dizzy. the slow, sweet ministrations suguru inflicts on your puffy clit. small hearts, swivels of an S and a G occasionally, rough, filthy strokes when you finally seemed to stutter in your hips. "pretty girl, please, just give in. jus' let me win today. wanna fuck a baby in ya. you'd like that, wouldn't you? feel me all in your guts, in your womb?"

his pretty words are weakening, but you don't respond, trying to hyper focus on the twitches and throbs you feel as his thick length rubs against your walls snugly. you don't even realize how many times he says "i love you," how he wishes he could be more than just a fuck buddy to you, because his hands never stop in between your legs, despite the cum and cream leaking out onto his wrist and palm. he just calmly switches his fingers around, his thumb on your clit as two fingers slam into your already full hole. the slight stretch makes you lose it, along with the rough, erratic, almost feral way he berated your clit with his thumb. "wait, wait— i feel.. fuckk— i feel weird, wait, stop!" you mewl, clenching on suguru's length erratically before your entire body goes limp. you don't cum. you don't feel a thing but a tingly sensation running all over your body, making you shiver. then it happens, first a little splash, which makes your face run red with the idea you pissed yourself mid fuck-session. then three more, then a stream. you were squirting. the realization hits both you and suguru, and it drives him off the edge completely. wringing out the remnants of your orgasm, he licks his fingers clean, relishing in the taste of you. not for long, as in mere seconds, he holds your hips down as he ruts up like a madman. whimpering in your ear as he angles his hips to get as deep as he possibly could, before his thrusts become erratic, and slowly halt as his final release shoots out of him, draining him dry.

his body jerks with the aftershocks, his mouth agape as your name leaves his lips again and again. he drops his entire body weight on you, panting and grinding his hips, fucking you full. suguru doesn't say a word, yet. catching his breath, he makes his way to your red face, kissing your sweat drenched cheek, chuckling a little. he finally brings himself to talk, though its hoarse; "see? told you, i could make you cum first. now, for my reward, how about you sit here, and lets see if i get a mini me, hmm?"

a/n : my computer died like 4 times writing this and each time i got so nervous that it deleted all my progress :(( it didn't, so we ball!

[jammintine]

ᕱ⑅ᕱ 𝒮uguru 𝒢eto loves a good bet.

warnings : p in v , creampie , squirttinggg, a little bit of dirty talk, mention of breeding, fwb

"i bet i can make you cum before me."

your best friend, suguru, had simply uttered the words, while you were complaining about how men just couldn't get you off— maybe you were just lesbian or something. he had dared to say those few words, and you took him up on it. and, thats how you both ended up like this. panting, whimpering, and truly out of it. suguru had won the bet the first time, but you had to utter out the words "best out of three." it's round nine.

so far? you've been doing pretty well. for suguru's best friend besides satoru and shoko. you're the analyzer of your little quad, reading the three of them for filth. today was no different, even though it was entirely different circumstances. you've analyzed most of his moves. he thrusts deep into the cervix, his tip bullying into your deepest spots hard enough to make you see stars. then, he slows his pace, grinding deep into your sweet spot with a rhythm that makes you squeal out into a pillow you found somewhere on your bed.

he did it in a motion of two two three. two rough thrusts, cleanly into your cervix, feeling you clench around him as the pain hits, but quickly drowned by pleasure. then, two angled thrusts right into your sweet spot, making you writhe. three right into both, which was technically six— but you digress.

as you feel your hips be lifted up, suguru resting on his heels, dragging you back with every small thrust of his hips, you can't help but let out the most pathetic noises. yet, the noises that ring out in the dim lighting of your bedroom make you even wetter. the rhythmic squelch of your mixed fluids, oozing and leaking out your weak hole into a puddle on your pretty pink bed sheets. you can't bring yourself to care, biting down on your pillow as another wave of pleasure crashes over you, threatening to falter your stance in this little bet.

but, you've practiced some moves yourself. you lay motionless for a few more thrusts, before you arch your back up and begin to grind back down on him. the move renders suguru speechless. his hands loosen their grip on your bruised hips, weak attempts at your name leaving his lips like pants of air. "fu—fuck. where'd.. where'd you learn t-this shit..?" suguru manages to get out, his hands fully dropped, one steadying his stance as his back arches, the other covering his mouth poorly, pitiful whines leaving his throat as you slam yourself up and down, using practically all of your body strength. but, suguru doesn't surrender. he straightens himself up, trembling and all, his hand wrapping around your waist and right between your legs. you freeze slightly, but continue on, the feel of suguru's mushroom tip leaving a glaze of pre on your cervix making you a little dizzy. the slow, sweet ministrations suguru inflicts on your puffy clit. small hearts, swivels of an S and a G occasionally, rough, filthy strokes when you finally seemed to stutter in your hips. "pretty girl, please, just give in. jus' let me win today. wanna fuck a baby in ya. you'd like that, wouldn't you? feel me all in your guts, in your womb?"

his pretty words are weakening, but you don't respond, trying to hyper focus on the twitches and throbs you feel as his thick length rubs against your walls snugly. you don't even realize how many times he says "i love you," how he wishes he could be more than just a fuck buddy to you, because his hands never stop in between your legs, despite the cum and cream leaking out onto his wrist and palm. he just calmly switches his fingers around, his thumb on your clit as two fingers slam into your already full hole. the slight stretch makes you lose it, along with the rough, erratic, almost feral way he berated your clit with his thumb. "wait, wait— i feel.. fuckk— i feel weird, wait, stop!" you mewl, clenching on suguru's length erratically before your entire body goes limp. you don't cum. you don't feel a thing but a tingly sensation running all over your body, making you shiver. then it happens, first a little splash, which makes your face run red with the idea you pissed yourself mid fuck-session. then three more, then a stream. you were squirting. the realization hits both you and suguru, and it drives him off the edge completely. wringing out the remnants of your orgasm, he licks his fingers clean, relishing in the taste of you. not for long, as in mere seconds, he holds your hips down as he ruts up like a madman. whimpering in your ear as he angles his hips to get as deep as he possibly could, before his thrusts become erratic, and slowly halt as his final release shoots out of him, draining him dry.

his body jerks with the aftershocks, his mouth agape as your name leaves his lips again and again. he drops his entire body weight on you, panting and grinding his hips, fucking you full. suguru doesn't say a word, yet. catching his breath, he makes his way to your red face, kissing your sweat drenched cheek, chuckling a little. he finally brings himself to talk, though its hoarse; "see? told you, i could make you cum first. now, for my reward, how about you sit here, and lets see if i get a mini me, hmm?"

a/n : my computer died like 4 times writing this and each time i got so nervous that it deleted all my progress :(( it didn't, so we ball!

[jammintine]

ᕱ⑅ᕱ 𝓡yomen 𝓢ukuna and his piercings

prince albert piercing mentioned | mdni. | im not the experienced tonycries, so hope this doesnt sound weird :3

if one thing was true about ryomen, he loved piercing himself up.

of course, his piercing red eyes that terrifies anyone in the area, always on you like a predator stalking its prey. with friends and family worrying about your safety to strangers slipping numbers to dial in need to you. whenever it happens, you giggle, of course, but make ryomen grit his teeth and pinch his temples. yet, you know the love behind that intimidating gaze. how his pupils dilate and he looks at you through those long, envious lashes of his.

his dermals, which you convinced the big, brooding pink-haired man to get hello kitty studs. the several nose piercings he cycled through to find which one matched his outfit better, under the premise he got "bored" easily.

a little lower, his smiley, which he loved to show off in his rather menacing grins. the monroe piercing he had, covering up his real beauty mark with cold, smooth metal. his tongue piercing, which he showed off when tying a cherry stem on your guys' fourth date. his chiseled chest, where both pink, rather perked nipples are pierced. down to his back dermals, which you just thought he had to get. ryomen just had such nice back dimples.

then lower, to his neatly trimmed, prettily shaped cock. your favorite, of the bunch. a prince albert piercing, which he got as a birthday gift for you. about a year before you guys ever started being intimate. he lied, delayed, or outright refused fucking you until it was healed. not that you ever knew, of course.

but, when he finally did? you were dumb in mere minutes. being in a rather crude mating press, your legs damn near behind your head, feeling the familiar drag and pull of that ice cold metal bulb. the feeling driving you wild as you mewled and babbled in his mouth, tongues clashing and colliding together, the warm orifice overwhelming your senses until you clenched and came around his length for the nth time that night. the piercing grazing against your sweet spot just so well, your legs begin to shake as you try not to pass out from that sweet, sweet pressure. and as ryomen's eyes become the look of a man feral.

and of course, the aftercare that pierces through your heart, wondering how such a rude, destructive, evil man, could be so sweet after sex. but, you never question it for too long, the feel of his warm hands and soft praises saved only for you soothing your exhausted body, until finally you fall asleep, dreaming of how funny it would be if ryomen ever got caught by a metal detector.

a/n : is this because i drool over the thought of sukuna having piercings? yes, yes it is.

[jammintine]

ᕱ⑅ᕱ 𝓡yomen 𝓢ukuna and his piercings

prince albert piercing mentioned | mdni. | im not the experienced tonycries, so hope this doesnt sound weird :3

if one thing was true about ryomen, he loved piercing himself up.

of course, his piercing red eyes that terrifies anyone in the area, always on you like a predator stalking its prey. with friends and family worrying about your safety to strangers slipping numbers to dial in need to you. whenever it happens, you giggle, of course, but make ryomen grit his teeth and pinch his temples. yet, you know the love behind that intimidating gaze. how his pupils dilate and he looks at you through those long, envious lashes of his.

his dermals, which you convinced the big, brooding pink-haired man to get hello kitty studs. the several nose piercings he cycled through to find which one matched his outfit better, under the premise he got "bored" easily.

a little lower, his smiley, which he loved to show off in his rather menacing grins. the monroe piercing he had, covering up his real beauty mark with cold, smooth metal. his tongue piercing, which he showed off when tying a cherry stem on your guys' fourth date. his chiseled chest, where both pink, rather perked nipples are pierced. down to his back dermals, which you just thought he had to get. ryomen just had such nice back dimples.

then lower, to his neatly trimmed, prettily shaped cock. your favorite, of the bunch. a prince albert piercing, which he got as a birthday gift for you. about a year before you guys ever started being intimate. he lied, delayed, or outright refused fucking you until it was healed. not that you ever knew, of course.

but, when he finally did? you were dumb in mere minutes. being in a rather crude mating press, your legs damn near behind your head, feeling the familiar drag and pull of that ice cold metal bulb. the feeling driving you wild as you mewled and babbled in his mouth, tongues clashing and colliding together, the warm orifice overwhelming your senses until you clenched and came around his length for the nth time that night. the piercing grazing against your sweet spot just so well, your legs begin to shake as you try not to pass out from that sweet, sweet pressure. and as ryomen's eyes become the look of a man feral.

and of course, the aftercare that pierces through your heart, wondering how such a rude, destructive, evil man, could be so sweet after sex. but, you never question it for too long, the feel of his warm hands and soft praises saved only for you soothing your exhausted body, until finally you fall asleep, dreaming of how funny it would be if ryomen ever got caught by a metal detector.

a/n : is this because i drool over the thought of sukuna having piercings? yes, yes it is.

[jammintine]

ᕱ⑅ᕱ 𝓢uguru 𝓖eto loves a nerd . frat!geto ; little bit suggestive, pretty sweet ! fluffiness. first post kinda nervous

wc : 496

suguru, who loves his little nerdy tutor. while he was known as the right-hand man of gojo, women left and right, and a reputation to sweettalk, but never stayed longer than a week. until you, his quiet, standoffish, slightly rude girl. suguru, who told all his friends that he would never stay with any girl, let alone a nerd. until one day, when he's swamped with assignments he's treated like the past few girls, glanced and discarded. until his professor suggested a tutor. at first, he was adamant. the woman-eater, cocky, smartass— and not in the good way— geto suguru, needing a tutor? what a certified women repellent. until he laid eyes on you. your pretty pink lips, the way you glared at him when he didn't pay attention, the soft sighs that would leave your lips whenever he said the incorrect answer. god, how he wished he could hear those sighs in an entirely different manner. you were just so.. perfect. such a perfect, pretty girl. and your clear disdain for him? it just made geto have to have you. and since then, he was done for.

he purposefully fails his tests, just for you to help him study and retake them. he would come to classes thirty minutes early, just to see you start preparing your desk; always in the back of class, so you wouldn't have to talk to anyone. he'd come by late night at your dorm under the premise he just needed to study, only to grumble walking back, finding out you were sleeping.

he teases like no other in the library, suggestive comments leaving his lips quicker than you can explain the human anatomy in a professional manner. his lips that soon press down to your hand, higher and higher until they meet your sweet, soft lips. he doesn't even complain about how you shove him away, call him unprofessional, threaten to tell your professor even though he knows you won't. but that's what he loves about you. the chase. and, of course, the sweet, sweet taste of his rewards— you. even if you avoid him all you'd like, cut down tutoring hours, shut in your room, do whatever it takes for him to get the hint and leave you alone. the flush on your cheeks tells him otherwise anytime he finally gets close.

sure, his friends tease. sure, gojo makes fun of how 'whipped' suguru is for a girl that wont even look his way. sure, his frat brothers complain as soon as your name leaves his lips, all of them knowing they'll have to hear the delusion in suguru's voice as he depicts a situation they all know he's sweetening up. and sure, maybe he gets a little tired, chasing and chasing, constantly pulling your leash and praying, one day, you'll pull his back.

but, suguru geto would be nothing if not persistent.

he'd always persist if it meant he'd have you, his pretty girl. his pretty nerd.

a/n : hi jellies , little cute drabble i guess haha okay bai!!!!!

[jammintine]

ᕱ⑅ᕱ 𝓢uguru 𝓖eto loves a nerd . frat!geto ; little bit suggestive, pretty sweet ! fluffiness. first post kinda nervous

wc : 496

suguru, who loves his little nerdy tutor. while he was known as the right-hand man of gojo, women left and right, and a reputation to sweettalk, but never stayed longer than a week. until you, his quiet, standoffish, slightly rude girl. suguru, who told all his friends that he would never stay with any girl, let alone a nerd. until one day, when he's swamped with assignments he's treated like the past few girls, glanced and discarded. until his professor suggested a tutor. at first, he was adamant. the woman-eater, cocky, smartass— and not in the good way— geto suguru, needing a tutor? what a certified women repellent. until he laid eyes on you. your pretty pink lips, the way you glared at him when he didn't pay attention, the soft sighs that would leave your lips whenever he said the incorrect answer. god, how he wished he could hear those sighs in an entirely different manner. you were just so.. perfect. such a perfect, pretty girl. and your clear disdain for him? it just made geto have to have you. and since then, he was done for.

he purposefully fails his tests, just for you to help him study and retake them. he would come to classes thirty minutes early, just to see you start preparing your desk; always in the back of class, so you wouldn't have to talk to anyone. he'd come by late night at your dorm under the premise he just needed to study, only to grumble walking back, finding out you were sleeping.

he teases like no other in the library, suggestive comments leaving his lips quicker than you can explain the human anatomy in a professional manner. his lips that soon press down to your hand, higher and higher until they meet your sweet, soft lips. he doesn't even complain about how you shove him away, call him unprofessional, threaten to tell your professor even though he knows you won't. but that's what he loves about you. the chase. and, of course, the sweet, sweet taste of his rewards— you. even if you avoid him all you'd like, cut down tutoring hours, shut in your room, do whatever it takes for him to get the hint and leave you alone. the flush on your cheeks tells him otherwise anytime he finally gets close.

sure, his friends tease. sure, gojo makes fun of how 'whipped' suguru is for a girl that wont even look his way. sure, his frat brothers complain as soon as your name leaves his lips, all of them knowing they'll have to hear the delusion in suguru's voice as he depicts a situation they all know he's sweetening up. and sure, maybe he gets a little tired, chasing and chasing, constantly pulling your leash and praying, one day, you'll pull his back.

but, suguru geto would be nothing if not persistent.

he'd always persist if it meant he'd have you, his pretty girl. his pretty nerd.

a/n : hi jellies , little cute drabble i guess haha okay bai!!!!!