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[k6misato]

game night ⚝₊ ⊹˚ modern zuko, getou, jinshi x reader!

a game night with your friends zuko, suguru, and jinshi turns heated when playful teasing crosses the line into something none of you want to stop.

cw: nsfw, foursome, rough play, praise kink, double penetration, unprotected sex, teasing, overstimulation, aftercare, reader-insert, modern au wc: 2767

the evening had started innocently enough in your apartment. the faint scent of takeout pizza and cigarettes lingered in the air. you, zuko, jinshi, and suguru were sprawled out on the couch, controllers in hand, battling it out in a heated round of mario party. laughter echoed through the room as jinshi trash-talked zuko’s character while suguru leaned back with that sly grin, a cig in his mouth, and occasionally nudging your shoulder to mess up your gameplay. 

“you’re all going down,” zuko declared as he mashed the buttons. 

“don’t let them distract you, yeah?” jinshi said and shooting you a wink. 

suguru chuckled, exhaling toxic smoke into the air. 

the game ended with you in last place, the guys immediately turned their teasing toward you. “so who’s the loser now, huh, princess?” zuko teased, smirking smugly which made you more furious. “it’s not fair! you all ganged up on me,” you protested, tossing your controller aside. 

“time for punishment, then.” jinshi smirked and lunged forward, his fingers dug into your ribs, tickling mercilessly. you squealed, twisting away, but zuko joined in from the other side, no less relentless as jinshi along to your waist. 

“guys, s-stop!” you gasped between laughs and suguru slid closer, his strong hands holding you from behind and targeting every sensitive spot he could reach. the three of them had you pinned against the cushions, their bodies crowding yours in a pile. zuko’s knee pressed between your legs, jinshi’s chest brushed your arm, and suguru’s breath warmed your neck as he leaned in. 

the tickling intensified, fingers skittering over your stomach, up to your sides, and grazing the undersides of your breasts through your thin tank top. you writhed, trying to escape, but the sensations blurred the line between laughter to something hotter. zuko boldly poke right at your hipbone and sent a jolt straight to your core, and instead of a giggle, a low, involuntary moan escaped your lips. 

the room went still. 

zuko’s hands froze on your waist, jinshi pulled back slightly with wide eyes, and suguru’s fingers lingered on your arm, his gaze darkening. you felt heat flood your cheeks yet the air had thickened with unspoken tension. 

“did you just…? jinshi trailed off, voice husky as he tried to break the silence.

“tickling got a little…intense.” you said quietly but enough for the three to hear. you bit your lip, avoid their gazes, heart pounding. but none of them moved away. zuko’s eyebrow arched, his eyes dragging hungrily over your figure. 

“intense, huh?” suguru’s hand slid upwards to your thigh. you twitched involuntarily.

 the three men made eye contact with each other and agreed silently.

 “we could make it more than that,” jinshi nodded, his elegant fingers tracing your collarbone. “only if you want.” the invitation hung there, you looked up and saw three hungry gazes. you opened your legs slightly and nodded.

the playfulness finally shattered into raw desire. 

zuko captured your mouth first, his kiss fierce and demanding, tongue thrusting in deep as suguru yanked your tank top up and over your head. jinshi worked on your shorts, peeling them down with your panties, exposing your bare pussy to the cool air.

you were naked beneath them in seconds, their hands everywhere–stroking, squeezing, claiming. zuko broke the kiss and latched onto your neck. sucking hard to leave marks while his fingers found its way to pinched your nipples, rolling them until they ache. “fuck princess, you’ve been hiding this body from us,” he growled against your skin. 

jinshi knelt between your spread thighs, his breath hot on your folds. he kissed your inner thighs before his tongue flicked out, lapping at your clit with slow deliberate strokes. you arched, moaning loudly as he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, his slender fingers parting the lips to delve inside, curling against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes.

suguru claimed your mouth next, slower than zuko, more teasing, his tongue exploring while you tasted cigarette smoke on him. one hand cupped your breast, thumb circling the nipple.

it was overwhelming, it was overload—too much and not enough all at once. jinshi devouring your pussy, tongue thrusting in and out while he hummed vibrations against you sending jolts everywhere; zuko’s teeth grazing your neck and shoulder as he pinched your aching nipple and his hardening cock against your hip through his boxers; suguru’s hand squeezing your other breast and  slapped hard. you moaned into suguru’s mouth, hips bucking, slick coating as your walls clenched. 

“she’s so wet already,” jinshi murmured, pulling back to see his fingers glistening with your slick on them. he stripped fully, his cock springing free—long and pinky. zuko followed, shoving his boxers down to reveal his thick veiny length, already leaking in pre-cum. “so ready for us.” suguru stood, shredding the rest, his impressive size made your mouth water. 

they maneuvered you onto your hands and knees, sinking on the couch. zuko positioned himself at your front. 

“say ah,” you obeyed, taking his cock into your mouth fully. the salty taste flooded your senses as you sucked, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down, hollowing your cheeks. he groaned, fingers tangling in your hair, guiding the pace.

behind you, jinshi rubbed his cock along your soaked slit, teasing your entrance before thrusting in deep with one smooth motion. you cried out around zuko's length, the stretch burning deliciously as jinshi filled you, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt. he fucked you steadily, each plunge hitting deep, his hands gripping your ass cheeks, spreading them to watch his cock disappear into your pussy.

every movement sent ripples through you—zuko at your mouth, jinshi deep behind you, suguru standing close enough that his palm slid slowly down your spine as he watched you come apart piece by piece.

“you look so pretty like this,” suguru said softly. “taking everything. your knees trembled against the couch cushions.

and he still hadn’t touched you yet.

suguru stepped behind jinshi, one hand sliding over the curve of your spine. his palm came down sharply on your ass and slapped, the sting making your cunt clench tighter around jinshi’s cock. jinshi hissed at the sudden squeeze, fingers digging into your hips. 

“fuck,” he breathed, thrusts losing their measured elegance as he began pounding harder, faster, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. each snap of his hips shoved you further onto zuko’s length. 

zuko groaned deeply, holding your jaw steady as you gagged around him. saliva dripped down your chin, coating the base of his cock as you struggled to keep pace. “that’s it, princess,” he rasped, tugging your hair to make you look up at him. “such a pretty mouth.”

your body trembled from every direction—mouth stretched full, pussy relentlessly filled, skin burning where suguru’s hands roamed. he kneaded your ass, then slid two fingers down to where jinshi was fucking into you, collecting the slick that spilled around him. he pressed those fingers to your clit in slow circles.

you nearly screamed.

the added pleasure hit like lightning through your spine. your thighs shook, mouth slipping off zuko’s cock with a wet pop as you cried out openly now. zuko cursed, stroking himself fast at the sight of your ruined expression.

“she’s close,” jinshi said, breathless now, sweat dampening his hair as his hips slammed harder. “can feel her.” suguru smiled against your neck before biting down just enough to make you gasp. “then let her.”

his fingers worked your clit faster, cruel and precise, while jinshi drove into you without mercy. the couch creaked beneath the force of it, your moans turning ragged, helpless. zuko gripped your chin and smeared pre-cum across your lips before pushing two fingers into your mouth. “suck.” you obeyed automatically, eyes wet, body shaking as pressure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.

then it snapped.

your orgasm tore through you violently. you cried out around his fingers, walls fluttering wildly around jinshi’s cock as your whole body convulsed. slick ran down your thighs, soaking the couch beneath you while you shook in their hands.

“there she is,” suguru murmured, voice dark with satisfaction.

jinshi groaned at the pulsing grip of your cunt, thrusting through your climax with desperate, uneven strokes. zuko jerked himself faster at your face, at the tears in your eyes, at the way your lips stayed parted in broken moans.

your body still quivered from the aftershocks, slick coating your thighs and the couch beneath you. jinshi pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with your release, a low groan escaping him as he stepped back. he wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking lazily while his eyes raked over you, watching the way your chest heaved and your lips parted in ragged breaths.

none of them looked finished with you. not even close.

zuko withdrew from your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting you to his throbbing length. he cupped your face gently, thumb brushing your swollen lips. "good girl," he murmured, voice husky. "but we're not done yet."

suguru's hand left your clit, slick fingers trailing up your back as he positioned himself behind you. he pressed his body against yours, his hard cock nudging between your ass cheeks. "turn her around," he said to zuko, his tone commanding yet laced with hunger.

zuko nodded, helping you shift on the couch. they maneuvered you onto your back first, but suguru shook his head. "on your side. i want to see her face when i take her ass."

your heart pounded as they arranged you on your side, one leg lifted and hooked over zuko's hip. zuko knelt in front, his cock brushing your inner thigh as he aligned himself with your dripping pussy. suguru settled behind, his fingers spreading lube—grabbed from nearby—over your tight hole, working one digit in slowly to prepare you.

"relax for me," suguru whispered against your ear, his free hand stroking your hip. he added a second finger, scissoring gently, the stretch making you whimper. your body, still sensitive from the previous climax, responded eagerly, muscles loosening under his touch.

jinshi stood a few feet away, his fist pumping his cock in steady rhythm, eyes locked on the scene. "fuck, she's gorgeous like this," he said, voice rough. "all spread out for you two."

zuko pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching your pussy with ease, your walls welcoming him after jinshi's earlier pounding. he sank in deep, bottoming out with a grunt, filling you completely. "so tight," he growled, holding still to let you adjust.

suguru timed it perfectly, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. he pressed the tip against your ass, pushing past the ring of muscle inch by inch. the dual sensation hits you like a wave—zuko's thick length in your pussy, suguru's invading your ass, both stretching you to your limits. you gasped, fingers clutching zuko's shoulders, nails digging in as the burn turned to pleasure.

"that's our girl, take us both," suguru breathed, his hips flush against your ass once he was fully seated. they began to move, finding a rhythm—zuko thrusting in as suguru pulled out, then switching, their cocks sliding against each other through the thin barrier inside you.

every plunge sent shocks through your core, the friction building impossibly fast. your pussy clenched around zuko, ass gripping suguru, the fullness overwhelming. moans spilled from your lips unbidden, body rocking between them.

jinshi's strokes quickened, his breaths coming in sharp bursts as he watched. precum beaded at his tip, slicking his hand. "look at her," he rasped. "stuffed full, taking it like she was made for this."

suguru's hand snaked around to pinch your nipple, rolling it between his fingers while he fucked your ass harder, the slap of skin echoing. zuko captured your mouth in a messy kiss, tongue tangling with yours as he drove deeper, hitting that spot inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

the pressure mounted again, your body trapped in the best kind of vise. you broke the kiss to cry out, "m-more…please—"

jinshi couldn't hold back any longer. he stepped closer, cock in hand, and tilted your head toward him. "open up," he demanded softly.

you parted your lips eagerly, tongue flicking out to lap at his tip before he guided himself in. the taste of your own arousal on him mingled with his saltiness as you sucked, hollowing your cheeks. he threaded fingers through your hair, holding you steady while zuko and suguru continued their relentless pace.

now you were surrounded completely,

zuko pounding your pussy, suguru claiming your ass, jinshi fucking your mouth all with deep thrusts. your body jolted with each movement, throat working around jinshi's length, gagging softly when he pushed deeper.

suguru's free hand dipped between your legs, fingers finding your clit once more, rubbing in firm circles that matched their thrusts. the added stimulation shattered you. your orgasm built like a storm, crashing over you without warning. you screamed around jinshi's cock, vibrations making him hiss, your walls spasming around zuko and suguru in waves.

they didn't stop, drawing out your release until you were a trembling mess, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity. jinshi pulled back slightly, letting you gasp for air before sliding back in, his own climax approaching as he watched you unravel.

"come for us again," zuko urged, his voice strained, hips snapping erratically. suguru echoed him with a low moan, his cock twitching inside your ass.

the room filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, your muffled cries, their grunts of pleasure. jinshi's hand tightened in your hair as he chased his peak, spilling hot down your throat moments later, forcing you to swallow every drop.

zuko's thrusts grew erratic, his cock swelling inside your pussy as he chased his release. "fuck, i'm close," he groaned, fingers digging into your thigh where it hooked over his hip. suguru matched him, pounding into your ass with short, sharp snaps, his breath hot against your neck. "me too—gonna fill you up," he rasped, one hand still circling your clit to keep the aftershocks rippling through you.

the dual friction pushed them over the edge almost simultaneously. zuko came first, burying himself deep with a guttural moan, hot spurts flooding your pussy. the sensation triggered suguru, who slammed home one last time, his cock pulsing as he emptied into your ass, ropes of cum coating your insides. you whimpered at the warmth spreading through you, body clenching around them in response, milking every drop.

they held still for a moment, all three of you panting, sweat-slicked skin sticking together. zuko pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your lips, tender and lingering. suguru nuzzled your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind, holding you close as he softened inside you.

slowly, they eased out, careful not to overwhelm your sensitive body. a trickle of their combined releases leaked from you, but zuko was quick to grab a nearby throw blanket, draping it over your lower half while murmuring, "easy there. we've got you."

jinshi, now recovered, knelt beside the couch, brushing damp hair from your face. "you were incredible," he said softly, his voice full of warmth. he leaned in to kiss your cheek, then helped suguru and zuko shift you into a more comfortable position—propped against pillows, legs untangled.

suguru fetched warm cloths from the bathroom, returning to gently clean you up, his touches feather-light on your thighs and between your legs. "does it hurt anywhere?" he asked, concern etching his features as he wiped away the evidence of your passion.

you shook your head, a shy smile tugging at your lips despite the exhaustion. "no... it was perfect."

zuko chuckled, settling on one side of you, pulling you into his chest. his hand stroked your arm in lazy circles. "you're perfect," he corrected, pressing another kiss to your temple.

jinshi joined on your other side, his fingers intertwining with yours. suguru finished cleaning and slid in behind you again, this time just to cuddle, his chest warm against your back. the four of you tangled together on the couch, a pile of limbs and soft breaths.

"game night was... eventful," jinshi teased lightly, earning a laugh from suguru.

"best one yet," zuko agreed, his voice muffled against your hair.

“let’s do this more often.” you said and the three men chuckled, snuggling around you into their embrace. whispering praises and promises as you drifted off to slumber. 

could not stop thinking about them and decided to contribute to society (and for my sanity) art credit: @ suaayen

© k6misato 2026

[k6misato]

thank you for all the loves !!!! ❤️ i will try to write again this month i've been busy with work 😿😿😿

[k6misato]

game night ⚝₊ ⊹˚ modern zuko, getou, jinshi x reader!

a game night with your friends zuko, suguru, and jinshi turns heated when playful teasing crosses the line into something none of you want to stop.

cw: nsfw, foursome, rough play, praise kink, double penetration, unprotected sex, teasing, overstimulation, aftercare, reader-insert, modern au wc: 2767

the evening had started innocently enough in your apartment. the faint scent of takeout pizza and cigarettes lingered in the air. you, zuko, jinshi, and suguru were sprawled out on the couch, controllers in hand, battling it out in a heated round of mario party. laughter echoed through the room as jinshi trash-talked zuko’s character while suguru leaned back with that sly grin, a cig in his mouth, and occasionally nudging your shoulder to mess up your gameplay. 

“you’re all going down,” zuko declared as he mashed the buttons. 

“don’t let them distract you, yeah?” jinshi said and shooting you a wink. 

suguru chuckled, exhaling toxic smoke into the air. 

the game ended with you in last place, the guys immediately turned their teasing toward you. “so who’s the loser now, huh, princess?” zuko teased, smirking smugly which made you more furious. “it’s not fair! you all ganged up on me,” you protested, tossing your controller aside. 

“time for punishment, then.” jinshi smirked and lunged forward, his fingers dug into your ribs, tickling mercilessly. you squealed, twisting away, but zuko joined in from the other side, no less relentless as jinshi along to your waist. 

“guys, s-stop!” you gasped between laughs and suguru slid closer, his strong hands holding you from behind and targeting every sensitive spot he could reach. the three of them had you pinned against the cushions, their bodies crowding yours in a pile. zuko’s knee pressed between your legs, jinshi’s chest brushed your arm, and suguru’s breath warmed your neck as he leaned in. 

the tickling intensified, fingers skittering over your stomach, up to your sides, and grazing the undersides of your breasts through your thin tank top. you writhed, trying to escape, but the sensations blurred the line between laughter to something hotter. zuko boldly poke right at your hipbone and sent a jolt straight to your core, and instead of a giggle, a low, involuntary moan escaped your lips. 

the room went still. 

zuko’s hands froze on your waist, jinshi pulled back slightly with wide eyes, and suguru’s fingers lingered on your arm, his gaze darkening. you felt heat flood your cheeks yet the air had thickened with unspoken tension. 

“did you just…? jinshi trailed off, voice husky as he tried to break the silence.

“tickling got a little…intense.” you said quietly but enough for the three to hear. you bit your lip, avoid their gazes, heart pounding. but none of them moved away. zuko’s eyebrow arched, his eyes dragging hungrily over your figure. 

“intense, huh?” suguru’s hand slid upwards to your thigh. you twitched involuntarily.

 the three men made eye contact with each other and agreed silently.

 “we could make it more than that,” jinshi nodded, his elegant fingers tracing your collarbone. “only if you want.” the invitation hung there, you looked up and saw three hungry gazes. you opened your legs slightly and nodded.

the playfulness finally shattered into raw desire. 

zuko captured your mouth first, his kiss fierce and demanding, tongue thrusting in deep as suguru yanked your tank top up and over your head. jinshi worked on your shorts, peeling them down with your panties, exposing your bare pussy to the cool air.

you were naked beneath them in seconds, their hands everywhere–stroking, squeezing, claiming. zuko broke the kiss and latched onto your neck. sucking hard to leave marks while his fingers found its way to pinched your nipples, rolling them until they ache. “fuck princess, you’ve been hiding this body from us,” he growled against your skin. 

jinshi knelt between your spread thighs, his breath hot on your folds. he kissed your inner thighs before his tongue flicked out, lapping at your clit with slow deliberate strokes. you arched, moaning loudly as he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, his slender fingers parting the lips to delve inside, curling against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes.

suguru claimed your mouth next, slower than zuko, more teasing, his tongue exploring while you tasted cigarette smoke on him. one hand cupped your breast, thumb circling the nipple.

it was overwhelming, it was overload—too much and not enough all at once. jinshi devouring your pussy, tongue thrusting in and out while he hummed vibrations against you sending jolts everywhere; zuko’s teeth grazing your neck and shoulder as he pinched your aching nipple and his hardening cock against your hip through his boxers; suguru’s hand squeezing your other breast and  slapped hard. you moaned into suguru’s mouth, hips bucking, slick coating as your walls clenched. 

“she’s so wet already,” jinshi murmured, pulling back to see his fingers glistening with your slick on them. he stripped fully, his cock springing free—long and pinky. zuko followed, shoving his boxers down to reveal his thick veiny length, already leaking in pre-cum. “so ready for us.” suguru stood, shredding the rest, his impressive size made your mouth water. 

they maneuvered you onto your hands and knees, sinking on the couch. zuko positioned himself at your front. 

“say ah,” you obeyed, taking his cock into your mouth fully. the salty taste flooded your senses as you sucked, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down, hollowing your cheeks. he groaned, fingers tangling in your hair, guiding the pace.

behind you, jinshi rubbed his cock along your soaked slit, teasing your entrance before thrusting in deep with one smooth motion. you cried out around zuko's length, the stretch burning deliciously as jinshi filled you, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt. he fucked you steadily, each plunge hitting deep, his hands gripping your ass cheeks, spreading them to watch his cock disappear into your pussy.

every movement sent ripples through you—zuko at your mouth, jinshi deep behind you, suguru standing close enough that his palm slid slowly down your spine as he watched you come apart piece by piece.

“you look so pretty like this,” suguru said softly. “taking everything. your knees trembled against the couch cushions.

and he still hadn’t touched you yet.

suguru stepped behind jinshi, one hand sliding over the curve of your spine. his palm came down sharply on your ass and slapped, the sting making your cunt clench tighter around jinshi’s cock. jinshi hissed at the sudden squeeze, fingers digging into your hips. 

“fuck,” he breathed, thrusts losing their measured elegance as he began pounding harder, faster, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. each snap of his hips shoved you further onto zuko’s length. 

zuko groaned deeply, holding your jaw steady as you gagged around him. saliva dripped down your chin, coating the base of his cock as you struggled to keep pace. “that’s it, princess,” he rasped, tugging your hair to make you look up at him. “such a pretty mouth.”

your body trembled from every direction—mouth stretched full, pussy relentlessly filled, skin burning where suguru’s hands roamed. he kneaded your ass, then slid two fingers down to where jinshi was fucking into you, collecting the slick that spilled around him. he pressed those fingers to your clit in slow circles.

you nearly screamed.

the added pleasure hit like lightning through your spine. your thighs shook, mouth slipping off zuko’s cock with a wet pop as you cried out openly now. zuko cursed, stroking himself fast at the sight of your ruined expression.

“she’s close,” jinshi said, breathless now, sweat dampening his hair as his hips slammed harder. “can feel her.” suguru smiled against your neck before biting down just enough to make you gasp. “then let her.”

his fingers worked your clit faster, cruel and precise, while jinshi drove into you without mercy. the couch creaked beneath the force of it, your moans turning ragged, helpless. zuko gripped your chin and smeared pre-cum across your lips before pushing two fingers into your mouth. “suck.” you obeyed automatically, eyes wet, body shaking as pressure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.

then it snapped.

your orgasm tore through you violently. you cried out around his fingers, walls fluttering wildly around jinshi’s cock as your whole body convulsed. slick ran down your thighs, soaking the couch beneath you while you shook in their hands.

“there she is,” suguru murmured, voice dark with satisfaction.

jinshi groaned at the pulsing grip of your cunt, thrusting through your climax with desperate, uneven strokes. zuko jerked himself faster at your face, at the tears in your eyes, at the way your lips stayed parted in broken moans.

your body still quivered from the aftershocks, slick coating your thighs and the couch beneath you. jinshi pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with your release, a low groan escaping him as he stepped back. he wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking lazily while his eyes raked over you, watching the way your chest heaved and your lips parted in ragged breaths.

none of them looked finished with you. not even close.

zuko withdrew from your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting you to his throbbing length. he cupped your face gently, thumb brushing your swollen lips. "good girl," he murmured, voice husky. "but we're not done yet."

suguru's hand left your clit, slick fingers trailing up your back as he positioned himself behind you. he pressed his body against yours, his hard cock nudging between your ass cheeks. "turn her around," he said to zuko, his tone commanding yet laced with hunger.

zuko nodded, helping you shift on the couch. they maneuvered you onto your back first, but suguru shook his head. "on your side. i want to see her face when i take her ass."

your heart pounded as they arranged you on your side, one leg lifted and hooked over zuko's hip. zuko knelt in front, his cock brushing your inner thigh as he aligned himself with your dripping pussy. suguru settled behind, his fingers spreading lube—grabbed from nearby—over your tight hole, working one digit in slowly to prepare you.

"relax for me," suguru whispered against your ear, his free hand stroking your hip. he added a second finger, scissoring gently, the stretch making you whimper. your body, still sensitive from the previous climax, responded eagerly, muscles loosening under his touch.

jinshi stood a few feet away, his fist pumping his cock in steady rhythm, eyes locked on the scene. "fuck, she's gorgeous like this," he said, voice rough. "all spread out for you two."

zuko pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching your pussy with ease, your walls welcoming him after jinshi's earlier pounding. he sank in deep, bottoming out with a grunt, filling you completely. "so tight," he growled, holding still to let you adjust.

suguru timed it perfectly, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. he pressed the tip against your ass, pushing past the ring of muscle inch by inch. the dual sensation hits you like a wave—zuko's thick length in your pussy, suguru's invading your ass, both stretching you to your limits. you gasped, fingers clutching zuko's shoulders, nails digging in as the burn turned to pleasure.

"that's our girl, take us both," suguru breathed, his hips flush against your ass once he was fully seated. they began to move, finding a rhythm—zuko thrusting in as suguru pulled out, then switching, their cocks sliding against each other through the thin barrier inside you.

every plunge sent shocks through your core, the friction building impossibly fast. your pussy clenched around zuko, ass gripping suguru, the fullness overwhelming. moans spilled from your lips unbidden, body rocking between them.

jinshi's strokes quickened, his breaths coming in sharp bursts as he watched. precum beaded at his tip, slicking his hand. "look at her," he rasped. "stuffed full, taking it like she was made for this."

suguru's hand snaked around to pinch your nipple, rolling it between his fingers while he fucked your ass harder, the slap of skin echoing. zuko captured your mouth in a messy kiss, tongue tangling with yours as he drove deeper, hitting that spot inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

the pressure mounted again, your body trapped in the best kind of vise. you broke the kiss to cry out, "m-more…please—"

jinshi couldn't hold back any longer. he stepped closer, cock in hand, and tilted your head toward him. "open up," he demanded softly.

you parted your lips eagerly, tongue flicking out to lap at his tip before he guided himself in. the taste of your own arousal on him mingled with his saltiness as you sucked, hollowing your cheeks. he threaded fingers through your hair, holding you steady while zuko and suguru continued their relentless pace.

now you were surrounded completely,

zuko pounding your pussy, suguru claiming your ass, jinshi fucking your mouth all with deep thrusts. your body jolted with each movement, throat working around jinshi's length, gagging softly when he pushed deeper.

suguru's free hand dipped between your legs, fingers finding your clit once more, rubbing in firm circles that matched their thrusts. the added stimulation shattered you. your orgasm built like a storm, crashing over you without warning. you screamed around jinshi's cock, vibrations making him hiss, your walls spasming around zuko and suguru in waves.

they didn't stop, drawing out your release until you were a trembling mess, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity. jinshi pulled back slightly, letting you gasp for air before sliding back in, his own climax approaching as he watched you unravel.

"come for us again," zuko urged, his voice strained, hips snapping erratically. suguru echoed him with a low moan, his cock twitching inside your ass.

the room filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, your muffled cries, their grunts of pleasure. jinshi's hand tightened in your hair as he chased his peak, spilling hot down your throat moments later, forcing you to swallow every drop.

zuko's thrusts grew erratic, his cock swelling inside your pussy as he chased his release. "fuck, i'm close," he groaned, fingers digging into your thigh where it hooked over his hip. suguru matched him, pounding into your ass with short, sharp snaps, his breath hot against your neck. "me too—gonna fill you up," he rasped, one hand still circling your clit to keep the aftershocks rippling through you.

the dual friction pushed them over the edge almost simultaneously. zuko came first, burying himself deep with a guttural moan, hot spurts flooding your pussy. the sensation triggered suguru, who slammed home one last time, his cock pulsing as he emptied into your ass, ropes of cum coating your insides. you whimpered at the warmth spreading through you, body clenching around them in response, milking every drop.

they held still for a moment, all three of you panting, sweat-slicked skin sticking together. zuko pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your lips, tender and lingering. suguru nuzzled your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind, holding you close as he softened inside you.

slowly, they eased out, careful not to overwhelm your sensitive body. a trickle of their combined releases leaked from you, but zuko was quick to grab a nearby throw blanket, draping it over your lower half while murmuring, "easy there. we've got you."

jinshi, now recovered, knelt beside the couch, brushing damp hair from your face. "you were incredible," he said softly, his voice full of warmth. he leaned in to kiss your cheek, then helped suguru and zuko shift you into a more comfortable position—propped against pillows, legs untangled.

suguru fetched warm cloths from the bathroom, returning to gently clean you up, his touches feather-light on your thighs and between your legs. "does it hurt anywhere?" he asked, concern etching his features as he wiped away the evidence of your passion.

you shook your head, a shy smile tugging at your lips despite the exhaustion. "no... it was perfect."

zuko chuckled, settling on one side of you, pulling you into his chest. his hand stroked your arm in lazy circles. "you're perfect," he corrected, pressing another kiss to your temple.

jinshi joined on your other side, his fingers intertwining with yours. suguru finished cleaning and slid in behind you again, this time just to cuddle, his chest warm against your back. the four of you tangled together on the couch, a pile of limbs and soft breaths.

"game night was... eventful," jinshi teased lightly, earning a laugh from suguru.

"best one yet," zuko agreed, his voice muffled against your hair.

“let’s do this more often.” you said and the three men chuckled, snuggling around you into their embrace. whispering praises and promises as you drifted off to slumber. 

could not stop thinking about them and decided to contribute to society (and for my sanity) art credit: @ suaayen

© k6misato 2026

[k6misato]

educational purposes ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ nerdjo x reader!

when satoru asks for your help with his exams, you offer to teach him properly—and a simple anatomy lesson turns into something neither of you can unlearn.

cw: med student nerd gojo, law student y/n, friends to lovers, first time dynamics, unprotected sex, teasing, praise, medical/anatomy themes, mutual consent

wc: 1473

you’ve known gojo satoru since high school—back when his wild white hair and those piercing blue eyes, always hidden behind those eyeglasses, first caught your attention amid the chaos of jujutsu high. while he buried himself in medical texts, you were buried in law cases. somehow, you met in the middle.

now, years later, his habits haven't changed.

stacks of notes. empty ramen cups. half-highlighted anatomy diagrams.

you barely knocked before stepping into his dorm.

“still alive in here?” you teased, already making yourself comfortable on his couch, flipping open your taxation notes.

across the room, satoru sat hunched over his desk. his leg bounced restlessly, fingers adjusting his glasses again—and again.

“hey, y/n,” he started, voice tight. “i… need help.” you didn’t look up immediately. “with what? don’t tell me the top med student finally needs legal advice.”

“…no.”

that got your attention.

you glanced at him—and paused.

he was flushed. avoiding eye contact. hands clenched slightly in his hoodie sleeves.

“it’s for anatomy,” he said quickly, like ripping off a bandage. “female anatomy. the diagrams make sense… structurally, but not functionally. i can’t… visualize how it actually works.”

you blinked.

then smirked.

“so,” you leaned back, closing your book slowly, “gojo satoru—the genius—can’t figure out how a vagina works?”

his ears turned red instantly.

“don’t call it that so casually,” he muttered. “and i’m serious. i don’t want to misunderstand anything.”

there it was.

not arrogance. not perversion.

just… genuine frustration.

you studied him for a moment, your teasing softening into something quieter. “alright,” you said finally. “then learn properly.”

he looked up—surprised.

you stood and went to his bed, heart racing beneath that teasing facade. satoru followed like a puppy kneeling as you slid off your shorts and panties. the air kissed your exposed skin and parted your legs slowly making satoru squirm.

“alright medical lesson,” you added. “you asked for it.” 

satoru hesitated before following, slower this time, more aware. “just… tell me if i do something wrong,” he said.

there was something careful in the way he said it.

you nodded once.

then, deliberately, you shifted—giving him a clear view, but keeping your composure intact.

“pay attention, nerd,” you said, slipping back into that confident tone.

he swallowed.

your fingers traced the outer edges. ‘this is the labia majora–the basic protection. soft, right? now, inside…” you spread the folds wider, revealing the pink inner layers. “and inside?”

he leaned closer, cautious, like approaching something fragile.

“…labia minora,” he murmured. “thinner. more vascular.”

“exactly.” you exhaled slowly. “more sensitive. that’s where nerve density increases.”

his hand hovered.

he didn’t touch.

“go on,” you said softly. “you won’t learn by staring.”

satoru hesitated, with trembling fingers he reached out, brushing the outer lips.

then–his fingers made contact.

light.

satoru expected you to pull away,

but you didn’t. 

“i-it’s…so smooth. warmer than i imagined.” his touch ventured inward, fingertips gliding over the slicker skin. 

“that’s because it’s not just structure,” you said. “it reacts. blood flow increases with stimulation.” you felt your arousal building, wetness gathering as you bit your lip. 

his touch became more deliberate—not confident yet, but learning.

“here,” he said, pausing. “this is—”

“the clitoris,” you finished, guiding his hand slightly. “highest concentration of nerve endings. primary source of pleasure.”

his breath hitched.

“so this controls most of the response?”

“yes.”

he tested that theory.

carefully.

and when your breath caught, his eyes flicked up immediately.

“too much?”

“no,” you said quickly. “…j-just…adjust the pressure.”

he nodded, absorbing it like a real lesson. his movements changed, more precise now.

“your body reacts almost immediately,” he murmured. “the diagrams don’t show this part.”

“they never do,” you said.

your hand found his wrist briefly—not stopping him, just guiding.

“consistency matters more than speed.”

he followed that instruction and the effect was immediate. his thumb pressed down, moving in circles. you gasped, hips bucking slightly.

satoru froze.

“did i—”

“no,” you said, sharper this time. “don’t stop.”

something shifted in him then.

satoru swallowed, steadying himself. his breath brushed against your inner thighs as he leaned in, hesitation flickering one last time before curiosity overtook it.

“can i… try a different approach?” he asked quietly. “for comparison.”

you raised a brow. “such as?”

he hesitated—but didn’t retreat. “another method of stimulation,” he said, voice quieter now.

“go ahead, doctor.”

that earned a flustered exhale—but he leaned in anyway.

his tongue traced a slow path upward, testing pressure, he whimpered into your slick folds, sending jolts through you making you moan loudly. his licks grew sloppier, more desperate, hungrier, as he sucked your clit drawing a loud moan from your throat. he watched your reaction, his movements paused for half a second, recalibrating.

“…that caused a stronger response,” he murmured, almost to himself.

“don’t narrate it,” you managed, though your grip in his hair tightened slightly. “just—

more controlled now, less erratic than before. each motion had intention behind it, like he was mapping cause and effect in real time. when he adjusted the pressure, your body reacted instantly—and he noticed.

“consistency,” he whispered, recalling earlier. “not speed.”

“not bad, nerd.” y/n gasped, tugging his hair. 

the praise seemed to ground him.

“it’s amazing, y/n. so…sweet,” he looked at you hungrily, licking his lips then dove back in. his tongue thrusting shallowly into your hole, fucking you with wet hard strokes while his nose bumped your clit. 

“like that,” you said, voice unsteady. “right there—don’t lose it.”

he followed. 

“a-ah…satoru i’m cumming—” you rocked against his face, moaning loudly as heat coiled tight in your core releasing all at once. 

satoru pulled back, lips glistening, glasses askew with your slick juices, enough to observe.

“…that’s the peak response,” he said, voice low, almost awed.

you let out a breath, pulling him up by his collar before he could overthink it again.

“i think i need…more help.”

you raised a brow. “of course you do.” your gaze dropped, satoru followed your line of sight then froze.

oh.

his cock strained against his pants, hard and obvious now. 

“right,” he said quickly, flustered again—but not retreating. “that’s… the next step, isn’t it?”

“unzip now.” you said simply.

he fumbled with his zipper, freeing his long, thick shaft—veins pulsing and tip glistening with pre-cum. it bobbed as he stroked it once, eyes locked on your pussy. "how do i...?"

"condom?" you asked, but he shook his head.

"on the pill? i'm clean."

"yeah, me too." you lay back, pulling him over you. "line it up with my entrance. push slow."

“tell me if i’m doing this wrong,” he said satoru positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging your slick folds. he groaned as he sank in, inch by inch, your walls stretching around his girth.

 "fuck, it's tight," he gasped, bottoming out with a shudder. "so warm inside."

you wrapped your legs around him, nails grazing his back. “move, satoru. thrust like you studied for this.”

he started slow, hips rolling in awkward but earnest strokes, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy with obscene wet sounds. you clenched around him, drawing a whine from his throat. "does it feel different from the diagrams?" you teased, nails digging into his back.

"better," he panted, picking up speed. "so much better. your pussy's gripping me—like it's pulling me in." his thrusts grew harder, balls slapping against your ass with each plunge. sweat beaded on his forehead, glasses slipping down as he fucked you steadily.

“…i-it’s completely different from the diagrams..a-ahh,” he muttered, breath uneven.

you could only moan from the pleasure. 

you met his rhythm, grinding up to take him deeper. the friction on your clit from his pubic bone sent sparks through you. "harder, satoru. fuck me like you mean it."

he did, pounding into you with surprising force, the bed creaking under the assault. his hand found your clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts. "g-gonna cum," he warned, voice breaking. "inside?"

"a-ah…yes toru…fill me up please!" your orgasm hit first, pussy spasming around his cock, milking him as waves of pleasure crashed over you. satoru followed seconds later, burying deep and flooding your walls with hot spurts of cum. he collapsed onto you, both of you breathless and spent, his softening cock still twitching inside.

afterward, he stayed still for a moment, catching his breath, clearly trying to process everything at once. “…that was,” he started, then stopped, pushing his glasses up with a slightly shaky hand. “a very effective study method.”

you laughed, pulling him down into something softer, less clinical.

he lifted his head, grinning sheepishly. “think we can review again sometime?"

you smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“yeah,” you said. “repetition helps with learning, right?”

he nodded, entirely serious.

“exactly.”

you laughed, pulling him into a kiss. "anytime, nerd."

NEED THAT NERDJO SB!!!!

© k6misato 2026

[k6misato]

thinking of you ༘ ⋆｡˚ satosugu!

he is the strongest—yet he cannot let go. gojo satoru never learned how to live without the one he lost.

cw: angst, grief, emotional infidelity, unresolved feelings, hidden inventory satosugu, itafushi mention

wc: 580

He doesn't mean to see him everywhere but grief is a stubborn thing—like a song stuck on repeat. 

There are moments that arrive without warning—quiet, unremarkable on the surface and yet, capable of unraveling years of carefully stitched composure. 

For Gojo Satoru, it happens on an ordinary afternoon. 

The training grounds hum with the low thud of cursed energy. Yuji laughs too loudly, echoing into the open sky. Megumi stands a few steps away, arms crossed, expression pinched with that familiar, silent disapproval that Satoru knows too well. 

Too well.

He leans against the railing, though even blindfolded, the Six Eyes perceive more than sight ever could. They dissect, measure, understand. 

But there are things they cannot unsee. 

Yuji laughing loudly and heartily, 

Megumi looks away and deeply sighs. 

And suddenly,

He is seventeen again. 

—

Sometimes, when Satoru sees Yuji throwing his head back and laughs, Satoru’s chest tightens, a memory slipping through. He remembers the summer heat, cold popsicles, long walks. He remembers a voice that used to match that brightness like Yuji’s—not identical though, never identical, but close enough to bruise. 

And Megumi? 

He is worse. 

Because it’s not in what he does. It’s in what he doesn’t.

The silence. The way he looks at the world like it’s already disappointed him. 

Suguru used to look like that towards the end. 

Satoru notices how Megumi tilts when he’s thinking. The way he’s quieter than usual. The way he carries loneliness like it’s something sacred, something earned. 

It makes Satoru want to reach out. 

It makes Satoru want to apologize.

But Megumi is not him. 

He will never be Suguru. 

Still—

There are moments.

Small, quiet, unbearable moments.

Yuji calls out to him, “Sensei!” and for half a second—just half—Satoru hears Satoru in a voice that no longer exists.

Megumi says nothing at all, and Satoru hears everything Suguru left unsaid.

And it ruins him.

Because he is the strongest, and yet he cannot rewrite a memory. Cannot unsee the past layered over the present. Cannot stop his heart from reaching backward when everything else demands he move forward.

He wonders if this is his punishment. 

Living in a world where laughter still exists, where quiet boys still carry heavy thoughts, where life continues to echo with familiar shapes—but none of them are the one he lost. 

He stands between them often, Yuji on one side and Megumi on the other. 

And for a moment, it almost feels like before. 

Like if he turned just right, said the right words, reached out at the exact right time—

Suguru might still be there.

But he never is.

There’s only Yuji, bright and burning.

Only Megumi, quiet and distant.

Only Satoru, stuck in the space between what was and what will never be again.

It was unbearable, this ghost haunting his every breath. He couldn't move on, couldn't love again, because Suguru was etched into his soul. Yuji, bright where it hurts. Megumi, quiet where it breaks—together, they were a cruel reminder of paradise lost.

And so the cycle continued—teaching, fighting, grieving. Gojo Satoru, the man who saw infinity, trapped in a finite loop of sorrow. The rain returned that night, washing away nothing, as the song played on in his heart.

And every night, when the world goes still and the noise fades—

He lies awake with a truth he cannot escape:

He is still thinking of him.

Not in memories.

Not in dreams.

But in everything.

Always.

ACADS ARE KILLINGMEEE but im back with stsg angst 'cus my fyp is full of thinking of you edits,,

© k6misato 2026

[k6misato]

pressure point ⌖ ˚｡⋆ toji x reader!

you corner toji fushiguro at gunpoint—but the real danger lies in what you don’t pull.

cw: oral (f! receiving), gun play, dub-con elements, reunion sex, pussy talking, fingering, pet names, swearing, dominance/submission, unprotected piv, multiple creampies

wc: 2017

the neon lights of the city bled into the rain-slicked streets. with your silenced pistol heavy in your grip, you melted into the shadows. another day, another client to please—except this time, it was toji fushiguro. your client, the higher ups had been clear: eliminate him, no loose ends. 

they know you were the perfect tool for the job, a shadow with a steady hand and a heart forged in the fires of betrayal. but toji—you knew him when he was still in the clan. years ago, in the haze of a botched heist gone right, his rough touch branding you in ways no scar could match. that connection lingered like smoke, making your finger hesitate on the trigger every time you'd lined up a shot on him from afar. tonight, you'd finally cornered him after the job's chaos, but the bullets stayed in your pocket. killing him felt wrong—impossible, even as the pull toward him twisted into something raw and reckless.

you tracked him to the rundown motel on the city’s edge. heart pounding with a mix of duty and desire, you slipped into the room behind him and the door clicked shut. toji was there—lounged back on the sagging couch beneath the flickering lamp, boots planted wide, a dark shirt clinging to his broad frame, sleeves pushed up to reveal scarred forearms. he looked up slowly as the pistol came into view, sharp green eyes locking onto you with lazy recognition. a smirk tugged at his mouth, utterly unbothered.

“knew you’d come for me eventually, doll,” he drawled, relaxed like you hadn’t just walked in and aimed a gun at his chest. 

“you gonna shoot, or just stare?” voice gravelly and unyielding, not a trace of fear in sight. 

the dim lamp flickered, casting jagged shadows throughout the small space, the air laced with tension and the hint of gun smoke from your gun. your heart was racing, the conflict between your racing pulse and the burn of passion chuming within you. toji stood up and moved closer, crowding you against the wall, his presence overpowering. 

“gun’s empty, isn’t it?” he whispered, reading you like an open book. “the old spark still lingers, there’s no reason to fight it, sweetheart.”

you flinched slightly, sensing that you had lowered the barrel. taking a shaking breath, you pressed it against his temple instead. the danger was just a thin layer of cover for the desire that you both had been denying for far too long. his chuckle rumbled deep, and rough hands found your hips just as he pulled you against him.

the room felt smaller, hotter, the line between the hunter and being hunted blurring into oblivion. toji pulls you to the bed but you pushed him before you could settle into the bed. toji lounged on the edge of the sagging bed, his massive body relaxed but alert, his sharp green eyes locked on you with a predatory glint. you stood before him, the sleek black pistol still in your hand—the same one meant for his end, emptied for this twisted game. this was your reality: life on the edge, where old flames were reborn in the darkness of the barrel’s shadow. toji knew your history, he could feel the uncertainty in every bullet dodged. 

“you gonna pull that trigger now, doll?” he grumbled, his voice heavy with gravel as he widened his stance, an invitation. 

with a grin, you stepped closer to his neck, pressing the barrel against his temple, the cold steel dimpling his skin. his breath hitched, ever so slight, but he didn’t flinch. instead, he reached out, his hands grasping your legs, shoving you forward until you straddled his lap. the gun did not waver in your possession, pointed right at his head as you pressed against the growing bulge in his pants.

“maybe,” you whispered, your gaze licking to his lips before leaning in to his ear. “or maybe i’ll just fuck you senseless first.” 

toji chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest as your hand slid over it, slow and deliberate. you could feel his cock hardening against your core through your clothes, unmistakable even before he moved.

“big talk. show me.” his fingers dug into your ass, guiding you to grind yourself against him. you could already feel the heat of him, sending a jolt straight to your pussy, already slick with anticipation. 

you shoved him back onto the bed,  the gun pressed to his temple, his head hitting the pillow with a thud. he laughed again, darker this time as you unzipped his pants and freed his cock. it burst forth, heavy and veined, the tip already leaking pre-cum. god—you’d forgotten how huge he was. thick enough to stretch you just right. you wrapped your hands around his base, stroking him while keeping the muzzle firmly against his skin, not breaking any eye contact. his eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with pleasure as his breath hitched beneath you. 

“fuck, doll,” he groaned, hips jerking into your fist. “you really gonna ride me like this? gun to my head?” there wasn’t any fear in his voice—only hunger, fed by the danger instead of deterred by it. 

you grinned and stood up, slowly stripping out of your clothes, aware of his green sharp eyes tracking every movement with the gun stayed steady in your hand the entire time.

“for fun”,  you said simply and climbed into his lap, guiding his cock to your entrance. the tip pressed against your folds—-hot, before he gripped your hips suddenly and pulled you down, took him all at once. you moaned in surprise as toji filled you completely, stretching your walls around his girth but he let you lead. the sound mirrored by his own low groan at the sensation. his grip tightened, enough to leave bruises. your pussy clenching around every inch. the sound of skin against skin slapped echoed the room, mixed with his ragged breaths and your soft gaps. the grip on the gun slowly loses but the metal warms from your skin and his adds another edge to the cutting rush. 

“harder,” he demanded, forcing himself against you, his dick hitting deep, brushing that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. you bounced faster, your free hand planted on his chest, nails raked over his scars, drawing a hiss from him that quickly grew into a growl. sweat formed on his brow, trickling down his face as you fixed your grip to the pistol, the fake threat causing his eyes to lock onto yours intensely. 

you leaned forward, closing the gap between you, lips locking in a bruising kiss. tongues tangled against each other, teeth, nipping, as you fucked him. his cock throbbed inside you, pulsing with each thrust, and you could feel your own releasing building, coiling tight in your core. 

“you like that, fushiguro? me in control, deciding whether you get to come?” you taunted against his mouth, the words breathy. he bucked, one hand reaching up to grab your hair, yanking your head back enough to expose your neck. 

“fuckin’ love it baby,” he whispered, kissing your neck. “it makes me wanna fill this tight pussy up” his hand slipped between your legs, thumb rubbing circles against your clit that had you crying out. your knuckles turning white from tightening on the gun. your rhythm faltered as you reached orgasm, crashing over you like a wave. you squeezed around him, milking his cock as you came, juices soaking where you joined. toji, followed seconds later, bellowing your name as he pumped hot spurts of cum deep inside you. the gun slipped out of your hand, falling down the floor as your body trembled on top of his. 

toji dragged you down, flipping you over onto your back in one smooth motion, his dick still buried inside. he kissed you lazily, smirking against your lips. you deepen the kiss and closed your eyes to rest. 

seeing you at ease, he smirked, green eyes gleaming. he rolled his hips once more, grinding deep enough to pull a gasp from you.

“round two starts now, doll.” smirking as he lead forward, his body pressing you into the mattress. 

“bring it on.” you laughed, your legs wrapping around his. your hands found its way to his neck, bringing him closer and deeper, making you moan loudly. 

“that’s my girl.” he murmured as he gave a quick peck before thrusting quickly and deeply. 

toji’s gaze raked over you, possessive and unyielding, before he dipped his head and captured one nipple in his mouth. he sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, sending jolts straight to your core. you moaned, thighs squeezing around his waist, already aching for more.

“gun's gone now,” he said against your skin, releasing your nipple with a pop. “no more games. just you, spread out for me to take.” he flipped you onto your stomach in a blur of motion. you barely had time to catch your breath before his hands gripped your hips, pulling your ass up high. the position left you exposed, vulnerable, your pussy still throbbing from the first round, slick with cum and arousal.

toji knelt behind you, one hand sliding between your legs to tease your folds. his fingers dipped in, coating themselves in the mess he'd made, before bringing them to your lips. 

“taste us,” he commanded, and you obeyed, sucking them clean with a whimper. the salty tang of his cum mixed with your sweetness, making your clit pulse in anticipation. 

satisfied, he lined his cock up at your entrance, the wide head nudging your swollen lips. then he thrust into the hilt, burying himself in a single brutal stroke. you cried out, fingers fisting the sheets as he stretched you again, fuller this time, the remnants of your previous climax easing the way. he didn't give you a moment to adjust, his pace was punishing from the start, hips snapping forward with enough force to jolt you across the bed. 

“fuck, you're tight, he grunted, his hand tangling in your hair to yank your head back and arch your spine. the pull burned just right, mixing pain with the growing pleasure in your gut. his other hand landed on your ass with a sharp smack. the sting exploded into heat that made you clench around him. “taking my cock like you were built for it. been dreaming about this pussy for so long, god i miss you doll.” 

"shit, shit, fucking—toji! 's too much…ngh!” you moaned brainless. each of his trusts sending you wild. “harder toji, please!” you gasped out, your voice muffled against the pillow. toji obliged, fucking you deeper and harder, the grip of his hands bruising on your hips as he chased his own release. Sweat slicked their bodies, the room filling with the obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh, your moans a counterpoint to his curses.

he reached around, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles that had your vision blurring. the pressure built relentlessly, your walls fluttering around his cock. 

“cum for me again,” he demanded, breath hot against your ear as he leaned over you, caging you in. “squeeze me dry.”

“oh yes…i’m cumming..toji!!” it hit you like a freight train, your orgasm ripping through you, pussy spasming as you soaked his length. toji followed with a roar, slamming in one last time before flooding you with another hot load, his cock twitching as he emptied himself. he collapsed over you, both of you panting, his weight a comforting press. after a moment, he pulled out, rolling to the side and dragging you into his chest. his arm draped over you possessively, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin.

“job's off the table, doll.” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. you turned in his arms, meeting his gaze in the dim light. “you're mine.” he whispered in your ear. 

rain slowed outside. “deal.”  you whispered, sealing it with a kiss before going into a slumber.

© k6misato 2025

OMG HI IM BACK my first toji nsfw 'cus im just obsessed w him these days and i hope yall enjoy it i forgot to write nsfw anymore,, anw im going on a roadtrip at 4 am so i wrote this instead of sleeping ok BABYE

[k6misato]

almost midnight ⊹ ࣪ ⋆ modern stsg!

when suguru says nothing all day, satoru assumes the worst. what waits for him at midnight says otherwise.

cw: fluff, soft angst, hurt/comfort, misunderstanding, reassurance

word count: 558

satoru noticed something was wrong at exactly 11:47 p.m.

not because of danger nor crisis—just the quiet, aching realization that the day was almost over, and suguru still hadn’t said a word.

no “good mornings”  when he woke up.

no knowing look, no trading smile

no “happy anniversary” slipped into conversation.

nothing.

satoru lay on the couch of their apartment, one leg hooked over the armrest, phone resting on his chest, and his blindfold loosely. he told himself he wasn’t waiting and that he didn’t care.

but he did both poorly.

suguru had been distant all day.  he left early with a vague explanation about a meeting, kissed satoru’s cheek instead of his lips, and promised, “later.”

later never came. 

satoru sat up, rubbing a hand through his hair. maybe suguru forgot. it felt ridiculous to think about it—suguru remembers everything. birthdays. inside jokes. his favorite sweets. 

and yet the clock kept ticking. 

the front door clicked. 

satoru looked up immediately. 

suguru stepped inside, his expression was calm but unreadable. he paused when he saw satoru awake, eyes sharp with something he was trying not to show, the corners of his mouth lifting despite himself.

“you’re still up,” suguru said. 

“well, it’s hard not to when you’re waiting for something.” satoru grumbled. 

suguru studied him for a moment, clearly amused by the pouting and the barely concealed tension. then he chuckled softly. “come with me.”

satoru raised an eyebrow. “really that’s it? no explanation?”

“you’ll get one when we’re there.” suguru replied, reaching for his hand. 

satoru let himself be pulled up, fingers curling warmly around suguru’s. the grip was steady and grounding in a way that eased the knot in his chest. they took the stairs instead of the elevator and satoru complained exactly once before suguru squeezed his hand and said softly, “almost there.”

the rooftop door opened, and satoru stopped short. 

the place was lit with warm string lights, draped carefully along the railing. a blanket was spread across the concrete. a small table sat in the middle, a set of takeout containers of satoru’s favorites, and candles flickering between them. 

the city stretched out beyond the edge, quiet, and glowing. 

suguru released satoru’s hand, suddenly looking a little nervous. “i wanted to do something simple,” he said. “but… meaningful.”

satoru let out a breathy laugh. “you disappeared all day for this?”

“for you,” suguru corrected gently. “i didn’t forget. i just wanted to surprise you.”

the tension in satoru’s chest snapped all at once. “i thought you did,” he admitted, voice softer now. “i thought maybe it stopped being important.”

suguru stepped closer, cupping satoru’s face with both hands. “it’s always important,” he said. “you’re always important.”

he leaned in, forehead resting against satoru’s. “happy anniversary.”

satoru smiled, eyes burning, and pulled suguru into a tight embrace. “next time,” he muttered, “maybe give me a hint before i spiral.”

suguru laughed quietly. “i’ll try.” then he closed the small space between them, and kissed satoru—slow and unhurried, it was exactly where he meant to be. 

they sat together under the lights, sharing food, shoulders pressed together, the city humming below them. satoru rested his head against suguru’s shoulder and let himself relax at last.

he hadn’t been forgotten.

he had been remembered carefully—and that made all the difference.

it's december 24 so happy stsg day! i miss them gang . ‸ . happy holidays too everyone!! art credits: @tedamugona on X

© k6misato 2025

[k6misato]

after

satoru remembers. suguru is gone. what remains is everything they never said.

wc: 921

“yet my mending heart, safely placed inside your arms, shakes and says it can’t accept that gentle happiness.”

satoru stared blanky at the empty space in his room. those words that suguru had left him months ago before everything fell apart. he recalled it again, lips moving soundlessly, as if saying it out loud would make suguru appear in front of him the way he used to— slouched on the couch, complaining about missions, and how the two spend their youth in the room. but the same room was empty now and had been empty for a long time. 

outside, tokyo glowed over a distance with neon lights blending into a smear of color beyond the window. inside, the only light came from satoru’s phone. he was supposed to be resting as shoko had said so earlier in the day, pressing medicine into his hand before leaving. 

“you’re not a god, y’know? you need to rest.” she muttered.

he almost laughed when recalling what shoko said earlier. if he were a god, he would have saved suguru a long time ago. 

satoru lay back on the bed and held the phone above his face, thumb hovering over the screen, scrolling through their pictures— their memories. 

“idiot,” satoru muttered, voice breaking on the word. “you should’ve just yelled at me. hit me. anything but with this.”

he closed his eyes and saw it again: the rain, the ruined structures, the bodies, the air had smelled of blood and ash. suguru was leaning against the wall, barely alive, his breathing shallow, posture loose in a way that terrified satoru more than any wound ever could. 

and yet when suguru saw him, when those tired eyes landed on familiar white hair, his shoulders relaxed. just slightly. just enough.

“you’re too kind, satoru,” suguru had said softly, voice thin but steady. then, after a pause, like he was choosing honesty over survival, he added, “yet my mending heart, safely placed inside your arms, shakes and says it can’t accept that gentle happiness.”

the words had confused satoru then. kindness had never felt like a flaw to him. strength solved things. protection was enough. love—whatever that was—would surely follow.

as if kindness was some sort of curse worse than any monster.

— 

it took satoru years to understand what suguru had meant.

his fingers trembled, the phone slipping away. the strongest sorcerer in the world. hands shaking because of a dying message years ago. pathetic. he squeezed his eyes shut. 

“why didn’t you stay?” he asked the empty room. “i would’ve… i would’ve tried harder. i swear, suguru. i would’ve figured it out.”

he remembered the warmth of suguru’s shoulder pressing against his on cold nights, the steady rhythm of his breathing when they sat side by side after missions, the way suguru listened—really listened—when satoru rambled. back then, satoru thought that was enough. existing together, because together, they were the strongest after all. 

now he remembered how he never noticed the quiet despair in suguru’s eyes when there was another mission, another sacrifice. while satoru handled it by being stronger. suguru couldn’t and yet, satoru never asked him how he was really doing.  a bitter laugh escaped him.

“you should’ve told me your heart was breaking,” he whispered. “i would’ve—”

would’ve what? dragged him back to their side? forced him to accept a happiness that felt like a lie?

maybe that was the problem. maybe suguru knew satoru only understood how to fix things with power—overwhelming, blinding, suffocating power—and not with soft, fragile things like patience and listening and compromise. maybe suguru’s heart shook because being held by satoru meant being held by someone who could crush the world but couldn’t protect the smallest, most human parts of him.

but the ache didn’t listen to reason. it curled up in his chest, stubborn and raw, and in the darkness it almost felt like a small, frightened thing trying to mend itself.

“can’t accept that gentle happiness, huh…” satoru murmured. “me neither, apparently.”

the irony wasn’t lost on him. the world called him invincible, untouchable, the one who stood above all others. yet the one person who had ever made him feel truly seen had chosen a path that forced satoru to become his executioner. they both failed each other, just in different directions. he covered his eyes with his arm, the phone resting on his chest. for a moment, he let himself imagine a different ending. in that version, suguru came back from the mission. satoru storms into suguru’s room, shouts at him, demands explanations from his injuries. suguru shouts back. they argue until their throats hurt. satoru calls him a coward. suguru calls him blind. somewhere in the middle of all that noise, one of them breaks down first, and the other holds him.

maybe they still fight the world. maybe they still lose people. maybe nothing changes.

but in that version, suguru was alive.

a hollow laugh escaped him. “you really chose the worst way to love,” he said softly. “quiet. hidden. and then gone.”

silence answered.

“i’m still here, even if your heart never forgives me.” 

maybe some hearts were never meant to rest. maybe theirs were built for sharp edges and tragic timing. but as the city hummed outside and suguru’s laughter echoed faintly in his memory, one truth refused to disappear: even broken, satoru’s heart still reached for the one who had shattered it.

and that, more than any curse, was what truly terrified him.

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