mdni | 18+
top!toji x bottom!sukuna
sukuna loses a stupid game of poker
a/n: smutty drabble while i struggle with all my wips
it had all started as a stupid game of poker. a graveyard of empty beer cans skirting the edges of the table, their poker faces getting more and more pathetic, and laughter and jeers than had crescendoed to an obnoxious volume. as sukuna's losing streak had dragged on, the pile of chips in front of him had dwindled too. it wasn't until sukuna had begged for one last round to salvage his last shread of dignity that he'd realized that he was fresh out of chips.
"why don't you bet something else then?" the look on sukuna's face had been a mean mix of disgust and shock. no clarification was needed. he'd ducked his head under the table, searched for any chips that could've possibly been lost along the way, and came up with nothing.
yet still, for reasons that neither of them would be able to comprehend if asked to recall that drunken night, sukuna had agreed to the terms.
toji had known the second sukuna lost that game, the instant sukuna's eyes had widened in horror, that he was going to have a blast.
and boy, is he having the time of his life.
sukuna's face scrunches up when the tip squeezes past the first ring of muscle. he's breathing heavy, huffing into the bedding where his cheek is smushed into it. toji laughs to himself.
"you're pretty tight," toji says, a hint of condescension to his voice. sukuna grits his teeth as toji inches his hips further forward.
"shut up, man. you're not that big, just fuck me." he sounds out of breath, hands fisting the sheets, holding on for dear life as he pretends that toji's cock is the size of a pinkie.
"you sure you can take it pretty boy? you're clenchin'." toji holds a handful of sukuna's ass, sqeezes it and watches in awe as the flesh pools between his spread fingers, admires the muscles flexing in waves up and down his spine. toji pulls out an inch when he gets another clench in response, near painful. sukuna beats a shin against the mattress impatiently.
"yes. i'm fuckin' sure. do it already asshole." toji can't argue with that. sukuna's always been hard headed, stubborn, too cocky for his own good. sukuna presses his hips back, bites his lip like he's holding something in. thankfully, toji doesn't catch the trail of drool dripping down onto the duvet. he moves his hands to sukuna's hips and gets a good grip. fuck.
"i don't know, doesn't feel like it'll fit." toji teases him one last time with an inch in and back out, and sukuna throws him a glare over his shoulder, gets an eye-full of do you ever shut up? if looks could kill. "okay, ask again then. like ya mean it."
another pause as sukuna takes a few deep breaths.
"fuck me. please fuck me toji, i can take-" toji doesn't let him finish, and buries himself to the hilt in one swift motion.
he'd expected it to be scalding hot, impossibly tight, and a whole list of other sensations. those expectations are fulfilled, plus one more that he hadn't anticipated.
a moan so high and breathless and, like, feminine, that toji looks around the room as if to see if anyone else had heard it. the room is still empty, thank god. he looks back down at sukuna to find his eyes wide open, gaze locked on the blank wall, just as shocked as he is. it breaks and stretches out on a little whimper.
"hm. interesting." as if to test a theory, toji pulls out until only the fat head of his cock is teasing at his rim, then sheathes himself balls deep again. sure enough, there's that sound again. "well, well, well. looks like we found our bottom. yeah?"
sukuna swallows dryly. "um. yeah," eyes finally looking back to toji in his peripheral, something changed in them. "do it again. please."
toji, can't help it. he laughs. he fucking laughs. a cruel one, and grips sukuna's hips harder. "yeah, okay princess."
sukuna doesn't raise any more complaints, not even at the stupid pet name, only lets toji fuck him into the mattress hard. a slew of other noises get fucked out of him. more moans, some sighs, a few whines, all punched out against his will. filth whispered right in his ear, just like that baby, juuuust like that. finally, when he's bouncing his hips back against toji's, when he cums untouched, fucked open balls deep on that stupidly thick cock, a final pitiful whimper.
it's not until they're laying side by side, showered and content, that's toji finally says what's been on his mind all night.
"i'm not blind and i know you ain't either." he rolls over on his side with a hearty laugh, not caring to see the look on sukuna's face when he says it. "i know you saw those chips on the floor."
she said she got a man, i act deaf, i dont hear her!
pairing: sukuna x fem!reader
w.c: 2k me thinks
tags: naoya jumpscare sorry, smut smut smut, sukuna doesn't get the hint, but reader is cheating on naoya regardless, he's lowk a perv, club bathroom sex, standing 69, spit, hair pulling, ass smacking, uuhhhhh sukuna is sweet tease but rough with his actions, slightly ooc sukuna but idgaf
a/n: i've been on a sukuna roll fuck im sorry, but art creds to @/mimina_ri on twt & photo creds to pinterest!
you hate naoya zenin with every fiber of your being. he’s gorgeous, sure—golden hair, sharp cheekbones, a body carved like a goddamn sculpture—but the second he opens his mouth, it’s like a sewage pipe of sexist, misogynistic nonsense spills out. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve fantasized about telling him to shove it, walking out, and never looking back.
so why haven’t you? maybe it’s the fear of being alone, of unraveling the messy knot of your life with him. or maybe, as much as you hate to admit it, it’s the way he fucks you—raw, possessive, leaving you trembling and hating yourself for craving it.
whatever the reason, it’s why you’re here tonight, at this pulsing club with your girls, no naoya in sight. your skin-tight mini dress hugs every curve, the hem barely grazing your thighs as you move to the music, the bass vibrating through your chest. you just want to forget him, to lose yourself in the liquor and laughter for a few precious hours.
you’re swaying on the dance floor, hips rolling, your girls cheering you on as you throw back another shot, the burn of vodka searing your throat. the strobe lights paint the crowd in flashes of color, and that’s when you feel it—eyes on you, heavy, like a physical touch. you glance over your shoulder, and there he is, cutting through the crowd like a predator. tall, broad, salmon-pink hair catching the light, black tattoos sprawling across his exposed arms and chest, each line telling a story you’re desperate to read.
he’s stupidly handsome, all sharp edges and dangerous charisma, and your first thought is—'fuck, he’s hot'. your second is a sharp reminder: you’re not a cheater. you shake it off, turning back to your girls, forcing a laugh as you down another shot, the alcohol blurring the edges of your resolve.
but then he’s there, right behind you, a large hand grazing your waist, his breath hot against your ear. “hey, sweetheart, you—”
"i got a man,” you say loudly over the music, cutting him off.
but this motherfucker acts deaf, like he didn’t hear you. his grip tightens just a fraction, not aggressive, but firm enough to make your heart skip.
“didn’t hear you,” he says, voice low, almost a growl, leaning in closer so his breath brushes your ear. “say it again.”
you roll your eyes, trying to play it cool, but his hand’s still on your waist, fingers pressing into your skin just enough to make your pulse jump.
“i said, i got a man,” you repeat, louder, pushing at his chest. it’s like pushing a wall—solid, warm, and not budging an inch.
“yeah? then where’s he at?” he challenges, that smirk growing wider, like he knows something you don’t. “leaving a pretty thing like you out here all alone? doesn’t sound like much of a man to me. think you need someone to show you what a real man is like.”
you scoff, but the words hit harder than you’d like. naoya’s probably off somewhere, flirting with other girls or ranting about how women belong in the kitchen. you shake your head, trying to focus.
“look, i’m not interested, okay? go find someone else to bother.”
he chuckles, and it’s dark, rich. he’s clearly enjoying this way too much. “oh, sweetheart, i don’t think you mean that. not with the way you’re looking at me.” his hand slides up your side, slow, deliberate, and you hate how it sends a shiver up your spine. “name’s sukuna. and you are?”
“none of your business,” you snap, stepping back, but the crowd pushes you closer to him, bodies grinding around you, the club’s heat swallowing you whole. your friends are too drunk to notice, giggling and dancing nearby. sukuna’s still watching you, like a predator sizing up prey, and you hate how part of you doesn’t mind it.
“come on, baby, don’t be like that,” he says, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “you’re out here, wearing this pretty little dress,” his eyes rake over your dress, lingering on your thighs, your cleavage, “and you expect me to believe you’re not looking for a little fun?”
“no. fuck you,” you hiss, but it’s weak, and he knows it. his hand’s back on your waist, pulling you against him, and you can feel the hard lines of his body through the thin fabric of your dress. your heart’s pounding, and it’s not just from the music.
“tell me to stop, then,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear now, his voice like sin itself. “tell me you really don’t want this, and i’ll walk away.”
you open your mouth, but nothing comes out. you should say it. you should shove him off, go back to your girls, pretend this never happened. but then you think about naoya, about his cruel words, his cold hands, and something in you snaps.
“you’re a fucking asshole,” you say instead, but it’s shaky, and your hands are gripping his shirt now, not pushing him away.
“yeah, but you like it. seems like assholes are just your type.” he taunts, and before you can protest, his lips crash into yours.
it’s not gentle—sukuna doesn’t do gentle. it’s hungry, messy, all teeth and tongue, and you’re kissing him back, hard, like you want to eat him alive. his hands roam, grabbing your ass, pulling you flush against him. you moan into his mouth, the sound swallowed by the music. he’s pulling you through the crowd now, your hand in his, and you’re too far gone to care. the bathroom door slams open, and he’s got you pinned against the wall, the mirror reflecting your tangled bodies as his mouth devours yours again, heavier this time, his tongue invading, claiming.
“open,” he growls against your lips, and you don’t even think—you just do it, letting him spit into your mouth, the act so filthy it makes your knees weak. you swallow, of course. he watches, grins, wicked and triumphant. “good fucking girl, huh? look at you, making this real easy for me.”
then he’s lifting you like you weigh nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist as he turns, holding you up with effortless strength. dress hiked up to your waist and luckily for him, you wore no panties. maybe this was your goal all along. his mouth trails down your neck, biting, sucking, while you fumble with his belt, desperate now.
“suck me off, sweetheart. show me how much you want this.”
he maneuvers you into a standing 69, your thighs over his broad shoulders, his face buried between your legs as he devours you, tongue lapping at your puffy folds, sucking on your clit like he’s starving. his cock is massive and right in front of your face. you’re upside down, blood rushing to your head, but you take him into your mouth anyway, gagging around his thick length, spit dripping as you bob your head, hollowing your cheeks.
“fuck yeah, that’s it,” he groans into your pussy, vibrations making you whimper around him. “take it all. bet your boyfriend never does this shit.”
you can’t respond, too busy choking on him, but your body answers for you, hips grinding against his face as he tongue-fucks your pussy, his hands gripping your ass hard enough to bruise. it’s overwhelming, the way he holds you up like it’s nothing, his strength turning you on even more.
he’s merciless, fucking your throat as he eats you out, his tongue and lips working you to the edge. you’re moaning around his cock, the vibrations making him groan, and it’s a messy, desperate dance of pleasure. he doesn’t stop until you’re trembling, cumming on his tongue with a muffled cry, and he follows right after, spilling down your throat with a guttural moan.
“swallow it all,” he commands, and you do, every drop, as he laps up your release like it’s nectar.
he sets you down gently at first, your legs shaky, but then he spins you around, pushing you toward the sink, bending you over it so you’re facing the mirror. your reflection stares back—lips swollen, eyes glazed—and sukuna’s behind you, his crimson gaze meeting yours in the glass.
“look at yourself,” he says, voice rough, grabbing your face with one hand, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to watch. “see what a desperate little thing you are? cheating on that pathetic fuck like it’s nothing.”
“sukuna,” you whine, but he shoves two fingers into your mouth, silencing you, making you suck on them as he grabs his cock with his other hand, lining up at your entrance. he rubs the tip against your slick, teasing you, and you whimper.
he slaps your ass lightly with his free hand, more playful than harsh, making you jolt and whine. “can’t take it? poor baby.”
you’re a mess, moaning around his fingers, wanting him to actually fuck you but you bob your head gently around his fingers, watching yourself in the mirror.
“that’s right, suck 'em, pretty thing. just like that,” he growls, thrusting into you into slow, the stretch making you gasp around his fingers.
“now, watch me fuck you, sweetheart.”
once he's fully inside you, he starts pounding, hard and deep, a hand leaving your mouth to slap your ass the sound echoing in the small space. you arch back instinctively, and he grabs your hair, yanking your head back so your neck strains, exposing your mouth.
“open wide again,” he says, and spits into it once more, watching you swallow with a degrading smirk. “filthy girl, you love this, don’t you?”
“yes,” you admit, voice breaking as he slaps your ass again, the sting mixing with the pleasure, his thrusts relentless. “fuck, sukuna, harder.”
“greedy little thing,” he laughs, but he obliges, slamming into you with nasty, brutal thrusts that make your eyes roll back. his free hand slides down, thumb circling your asshole before pushing in slow, deliberate, stretching you further.
“easy, baby” he says, voice low and dangerous. “i’m gonna ruin you for anyone else.” the dual sensation has you clenching around him, moaning incoherently as he fucks the living daylights out of you, the mirror fogging from your breaths, his grip on your hair unyielding. “come on, scream for me. let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”
"s-sukuna—ngh—so good!" you pant, eyes locked on his in the mirror.
“fuck, baby, you’re gripping me so good,” he groans, his free hand slapping your ass again, teasing the sting away with a soothing rub. “gonna come for me again? cry some more of those pretty tears?”
"mmhm! s-sukuna," you gasp, hips pushing back against his, "fuck, don't stop, please!"
his thrusts grow erratic, and you’re right there with him, the mirror fogging from your breaths.
“gonna fill this pussy up, sweetheart,” he murmurs, "you want that, huh?"
you nod desperately, and he slams in one last time, your climax crashing over you as he buries himself deep, filling you with his hot release. he pulls out slow, watching his cum leak out, smacking your ass one last time.
“look at that mess.” he says, proud. "you did so good for me. real good.”
he leans forward, brushing your hair back to bare your skin, and presses a kiss to your shoulder before tucking himself away, his gaze softened in the mirror. reaching for a napkin from the dispenser, he wipes you down with unexpected care. you shiver, his fingers gently going over your sensitive pussy.
“you okay, baby?” he asks, teasing but genuine as he tosses the napkin into the nearby trash can.
you nod, still catching your breath. rising to your feet, your body trembles from the way he just handled you. he smirks as he helps smooth down your dress and tame your hair, then leans in to press a surprisingly gentle kiss against your damp forehead. before you can fully take it in, he’s already unlocking the door—halfway out, leaving you reeling in the aftermath.
“good. don’t forget to tell your man thanks for sharing.”
tags: mostly crack, smut, mentions of firefighters!toji & suguru, errrm ya
w.c: like 1.6k me thinks
a/n: creds to @sweetlandspos for the art, was my inspo heh, all of it, and i mean ALL is absolutely gorgeous and everyone should see it their art bc i said so
firefighter!sukuna who rolls up to the scene in his blaring red truck, alongside his partners, toji and suguru. sirens cutting through the quiet afternoon like a knife through butter. the call comes in about a cat stuck in a tree, and he’s already annoyed, thinking it’s some old lady’s overfed pet too fat to climb down. he hops off the truck, his heavy boots crunching gravel, and spots you standing there, arms crossed, staring up at a gnarled oak with this desperate look on your face. you’re not what he expects—not old, not stuffy, just a woman, bangin’ body, chewing your lip.
“that your cat?” he calls out, voice rough like he’s smoked one too many, and you nod, pointing at a fluffy ball of fur perched way too high for comfort.
“her name’s mochi,” you say, voice shaky but trying to hold it together. “she’s a fucking idiot, but i love her.”
sukuna snorts, already liking the way you talk—straight, no bullshit.
“oh great,” toji mutters, dragging himself out of the passenger side, voice bored already. “we drove all this way for a cat with no brain cells.”
suguru closes the truck door gently behind him, gaze flicking between the tree and you. “leave the pretty girl and her cat alone, fushiguro,” he murmurs, voice honeyed, lips quirking. “looks like she's been through enough. right, sweetheart?”
you roll your eyes, “just get my cat out of the damn tree, will you?”
“tch,” sukuna grumbles, already grabbing the ladder from the truck bed. “i fight fucking fires. not disney princess woodland emergencies.”
“then don’t climb,” toji says, lounging against the front of the truck with all the urgency of a man on break. “just shake the tree a little. i'm sure the fat ass will fall out. boom. problem solved.”
“you’re a dick,” you mutter without looking at him.
suguru laughs, deep and warm. “she’s got you pegged already, man.”
firefighter!sukuna who sizes up the tree, muttering under his breath about how he’s a damn firefighter, not a fucking cat whisperer, but he moves anyway, muscles flexing under his tight black t-shirt as he sets it against the trunk.
“bet you five bucks that thing scratches his face,” toji says, exhaling smoke through his nose.
“ten says it pisses on him,” suguru adds, grinning now. “he’s got the kind of face cats hate.”
firefighter!sukuna who climbs up with this cocky attitude, like he’s done this a thousand times and it’s nothing. the branches scrape at his arms, but he doesn’t flinch, just keeps his eyes on that dumb cat who’s meowing like it’s auditioning for a horror movie.
“c’mere, you little shit,” he grumbles, reaching out, and mochi hisses like he’s the devil himself.
you’re down below, yelling encouragement, “you got this! she’s just scared!”
he shoots you a look, one eyebrow raised, like—‘i put out fires for a living, i can handle a fucking cat.’—but he’s grinning, just a little, because your voice is kinda cute, all worried and soft.
“jeez. a match made in heaven,” suguru calls out lightly. “you’re both loud and stubborn.”
sukuna glares down at him. “you wanna climb the fucking tree? be my fuckin’ guest, geto.”
“nah,” suguru says with a shrug, “i’ve got the better view down here.”
sukuna grunts, continuing to climb.
“if he falls, i’m not catching him,” toji mutters, crossing his arms.
“no one asked you to, old man,” sukuna bites back from the tree.
firefighter!sukuna who finally snags mochi by the scruff, tucking her under his arm like she’s a fat football, and climbs down one-handed, his biceps bulging in a way that makes you stare a little too long. he hands her over, and your fingers brush his—warm, calloused, steady—and you mumble a quick “thank you,” cheeks hot.
mochi’s purring now, the traitor, rubbing her face all over sukuna’s chest like she didn’t just try to claw his eyes out.
“looks like she likes him now,” suguru murmurs, watching mochi curl up against sukuna like she belongs there.
“doubt it. she’s plotting,” toji says. “gonna piss in his boots next chance she gets.”
firefighter!sukuna who doesn’t leave right away, leaning against his truck with his arms crossed, watching you cuddle mochi like she’s your whole world.
“she do this a lot?” he asks, jerking his chin at the cat.
you laugh, a little embarrassed, and say, “yeah, she thinks she’s a damn acrobat, but then she gets stuck and cries like a baby.”
he chuckles, low and rough, and it does something to your stomach, makes it flip in a way that’s not just gratitude. “you owe me a coffee or something,” he says, half-joking, but his eyes are locked on yours, sharp and dark, like he’s testing you.
you bite your lip, bold for once, and go, “how about dinner instead? my place. i make a mean stir-fry.”
toji whistles from the passenger window. “damn. he didn’t even have to flex the hose.”
“she's asking you out?” suguru says with a lilt, eyes widening in fake shock. “you didn’t even smile once, man.”
sukuna grunts, ignoring them, but the smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth betrays him.
“remember, she offered dinner, not marriage." toji teases. "don’t scare her off yet.”
“he’s gonna show up with flowers,” suguru adds. “bet you he googles ‘how to act normal on a date’ on the way there.”
“keep talkin’, i’ll torch both your cars,” sukuna mutters.
"yeah, yeah. whatever, romeo." toji retorts.
firefighter!sukuna who looks back at you, still surprised but not mad about it, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “you've got a deal,” he says.
you give him your number, trying not to fumble as he saves it in his phone with a grunt of, “better not be feeding me shitty takeout.”
firefighter!sukuna who shows up at your apartment a couple nights later, out of his uniform but still looking like he could bench press a car. he’s in a black hoodie and jeans that hug his thighs just right, and you’re suddenly hyper aware of how your leggings and oversized tee aren’t exactly glamorous.
“nice place,” he says, glancing around your cozy living room, mochi already weaving between his legs like she’s claimed him.
“traitor,” you mutter at her, and he laughs, kicking off his boots by the door. dinner’s good—steaming plates of stir-fry with just enough spice to make him nod approvingly.
“not bad,” he says between bites, “didn’t think you’d actually cook.”
you roll your eyes, nudging his foot under the table. “what, you thought i’d order take-out and call it a day?”
he grins, all teeth, and says, “wouldn’t have complained, but this is better.”
the way he looks at you across the table, like he’s already thinking about dessert, makes your pulse race.
firefighter!sukuna who doesn’t waste time after dinner, helping you clear the plates but crowding your space in the kitchen, his chest brushing your back as he reaches around you to put a dish in the sink.
“thank you…for tonight” he murmurs, voice low, breath hot against your ear.
you turn, trapped between him and the counter, and he’s so close you can smell the faint cedar of his cologne, fittingly mixed with smoke.
“you’re thanking me? you’re the one who climbed a tree for my cat,” you say back, but your voice is shaky, and he notices.
"just doin' my job, sweetheart."
firefighter!sukuna who doesn’t ask for permission, just leans in, lips brushing yours like he’s testing the waters. you kiss him back, harder than you mean to, hands fisting in his hoodie as he presses himself closer, all heat and muscle.
“fuck,” he mutters against your mouth, “you’re gonna make me lose my damn mind.”
firefighter!sukuna who doesn’t stop at kissing, hands roaming under your shirt, calloused fingers grazing your waist, making you shiver.
“bedroom, please,” you gasp, and he doesn’t need to be told twice, scooping you up like you weigh nothing and carrying you down the hall.
mochi darts out of the way, tail flicking, as sukuna kicks the door shut behind him. he drops you on the bed, eyes dark and hungry, and you’re already tugging at his hoodie, desperate to get it off.
“real eager, huh?” he teases, but his voice is rough. like he’s just as wrecked. the hoodie hits the floor, and holy shit, his body is a fucking masterpiece—broad shoulders, chiseled abs, black ink that only makes him hotter. you’re practically drooling, and he catches it, smirking as he climbs over you.
“like what you see?” he drawls, and you nod, too turned on to be shy.
“good, ‘cause i’m gonna fuck the shit out of you tonight.”
firefighter!sukuna who makes good on that promise, peeling off your leggings and panties in one go, his fingers finding you already wet and ready, practically dripping
“shit, look at you,” he mutters, sliding two fingers inside you, slow and deep, making you moan so loud you’re glad your neighbors aren’t home. he’s not going easy on you, curling his fingers just right, thumb circling your clit until you’re clawing at his shoulders, begging for more.
“use your words, sweetheart,” he says, voice like gravel.
you gasp out, “please, sukuna, just—fuck me already.”
he laughs, low and dirty, and shucks his jeans, his massive cock springing free. you’re almost intimidated, but he’s already nudging at your entrance, teasing you with the tip, rubbing it on your pussy.
“relax for me,” he murmurs, kissing you sloppy and deep as he pushes in, stretching you so good it’s all you can do to grip the sheets and moan his name.
firefighter!sukuna who fucks you like he’s got something to prove, every thrust hard and deliberate, hitting spots you didn’t even know you had. the headboard slams against the wall, and you’re sure mochi’s hiding under the couch by now, but you don’t care because sukuna’s got you pinned, one hand gripping your hip, the other sliding down to rub tight circles on your clit.
“fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, and the way he’s looking at you—like you’re the only thing in the world that matters—makes you clench around him, earning a hissed “shit” from his lips.
you’re loud, too loud, begging him to go harder, faster, and he does, pounding into you until you’re seeing stars, your nails digging into his back.
“that’s it,” he growls, “cum for me, baby, make a mess all over my dick.”
you do, hard, your whole body shaking as he fucks you through it, your walls clamping down repeatedly on him, until he’s groaning too, pulling out at the last second to spill across your stomach, hot and messy.
firefighter!sukuna who doesn’t just roll over and sleep, but grabs a towel from your bathroom, cleaning you up with surprising care for someone who just railed you into next week. he flops back onto the bed, pulling you against his chest, still breathing heavy.
mochi creeps back into the room, little shit using her paws to open the door, jumping onto the bed like nothing happened, curling up against sukuna’s leg.
“looks like i saved your cat twice now,” he says, scratching her behind the ears.
you roll your eyes but snuggle closer, already wondering when he’s coming back.
firefighter!sukuna who leaves in the morning with a kiss that’s too hot for goodbye, promising to text you later.
and when later comes, it's with a picture of him at work.
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a/n again: goodmorning my pookies, something while i finish up huntsman sukuna! heh also tried something new in terms of writing, enjoyyy 🙂↕️ and thank you to my love @lisafrankgojo for proofreading this for me, giving me advice I LOVE U AND IM GONNA KISS YOU
synopsis: when your ex dumps you, you need a new place to stay. and what's better than moving in with two men you meet on craigslist? but living with toji and sukuna turns out to be easier than you thought, and it even comes with some... perks.
warnings: mutual masturbation, slight internalized homophobia, gay shit, praise, pussy slapping, ass slapping, light choking, pet names, slight degradation, dom!toji x sub!sukuna, dom!toji x sub!reader, very slight daddy kink at the end bear with me
wc: 7.7k (basically just porn w plot)
art by @hunnismokah ! her work is incredible if ur 18+ go check it out ♡
18+ mdni !
"i've been seeing someone else."
five words and it feels like your life is being turned completely upside down. your boyfriend of three years decides it's perfectly normal to say them to you, casually, just over dinner, in your shared apartment. the fork you were holding clatters to the floor, food splattering on impact. quite possibly the best visual for the way your heart feels in this moment.
"w-what?" you ask, a nervous laugh tumbling out after. was this some kind of fucked up joke?
"just have your stuff out by tomorrow." nope, not a joke. he stands abruptly, chair scooting back loudly against the hardwood floors as he takes his empty plate to the sink like it was any other night, not a flicker of emotion on his face when he turns and retreats to his office.
and you're left there, alone at the table, shell-shocked. anxiety begins to creep in, growing in your chest and pooling in your stomach. how long has this been going on? how the fuck are you supposed to get all your shit out in one night? who is she and how did you never notice? wait, where are you even going to live?
the endless questions continue to cycle through your mind as the gravity of your situation hits you like a five axle semi-truck.
forget packing. if you don't have anywhere to go then it doesn't even matter, you'll just be out on the street with all your shit. so you grab your computer before the boxes, opening up every website you can think of to begin your search for a new apartment.
too expensive.
too far to commute to work.
too moldy. ew.
only one listing ends up catching your eye. the price is reasonable, good location, there's nothing really wrong with it except, did you really want to live with two men who had faceless profile pics on… craigslist? you sigh, exasperated. this sounds like something straight out of dateline. but you're starting to think you don't have another option because when you moved here you were following your boyfriend who'd gotten a job offer. you left your friends, your family, your whole life behind because the two of you just felt so solid, and now, you've been completely blindsided.
your computer chimes, pulling you from your thoughts. you see that the mystery men had responded to your message about their roommate listing, where you expressed you were interested and asked if you could come by tomorrow and meet them.
a thumbs up emoji. from the one named… toji fushiguro.
you send a message back, saying you'll be there around noon.
another thumbs up emoji.
you're starting to worry again that these guys, or at least this one, might be weird. nevertheless, you can't waste any more time thinking about it, not when you need to start packing.
time really flies when you're exhausted and working non-stop.
you've barely slept and your whole body aches from packing, moving, and loading boxes into your car for almost twelve hours. but finally, you arrive outside the small, a little rundown, house that might be your new home. you're raising a fist to knock on the worn, wooden door when it swings open leaving you staring straight into two broad chests. your gaze trails up… and up… until it finally meets two sets of eyes belonging to two unrealistically attractive men.
suddenly, you're much more aware of the fact that you're wearing your adam sandler clothes and your eye bags are heavier than they've ever been, and much less aware of the fact that you just got dumped.
"uh, hi," you break the awkward silence, since they're both just standing there staring down at you with unreadable expressions. "i messaged someone named toji... you said you were looking for a third?"
the two men share a look, clearly finding the double entendre that slipped out to be humorous before the dark haired one speaks up, "not sure about a third, but a roommate, yeah."
the tattooed one snickers and you roll your eyes. they look like men but they're clearly children.
toji opens the door wider, but neither him nor the other man make any efforts to move, which makes your eye twitch when you have to duck under toji's arm to get into the house, brushing up against his side. once you enter the house though, you take one look and audibly groan. it's definitely not the worst you've seen, but you're used to having a clean house, one that's cutely decorated and smells nice. and this… was a far cry from that.
there's an old leather couch facing a tv that's definitely mounted crooked on the wall, and between them a wooden coffee table that's littered with so many water stains you might cry. and, a pair of dirty socks? yep. there's two dirty socks just strewn across the floor in the middle of the room, bunched up like someone slipped them off with their feet while walking to the couch.
your nose crinkles as you take in the sight, already scared to see the rest of the house. oh god, the bathroom. you're already picturing a stained porcelain tub, a toilet seat that's always left up, hair clippings stuck to the sides of the sink.
"is it a one bath?" the question flies out.
the man you now know is sukuna barks out a laugh. "such a princess, scared of a little mess?"
"this is more than a little," you clip back as you shoot him a glare.
he brushes off the look with a shrug. "well no one's forcin' you to live here if it bothers you that much."
"alright, you two. let's not get our panties in a twist," toji speaks up. he turns to you, "there's two bathrooms, yeah. you can have your own."
sukuna clicks his tongue in irritation. "what the hell? why do we have to share?"
pinching the bridge of his nose, toji's approaching his limit. "because she's a woman, she's not going to share a bathroom with one of us, sukuna."
your glare morphs into a smug grin, "exactly."
it doesn't even occur to you that you're talking like you've already agreed to live there, but at this point, it is pretty much a done deal. you can get over the issues with the rest of the house, so long as you can have your own space that stays clean.
that night, you've already started unpacking. you explained your situation to them and they were surprisingly sympathetic, helping you move in, carrying the heavy stuff for you. it was nice of them, and it was nice to watch them. biceps flexing, forearm veins protruding each time they picked up a box, the slight sheen of sweat on their foreheads, the way they'd grunt when they set the box back down.
yeah, you made the right decision.
the following weeks fly by. you'd quickly adjusted to your new living situation, falling into an easy rhythm with the two men. you and sukuna still bicker like an old married couple, and toji still tries to mediate, but it's lighthearted, most of the time. when you come home from work, you find them in the living room, feet propped up on the coffee table, heads craned stupidly at a diagonal, watching tv. you made fun of them for it at first, but when they invite you to hang out, you end up on the same couch with a beer, sandwiched between them, head tilted at the screen.
most nights it's cute, innocent. but there are still times when you can't pry your thoughts away from a darker place. nights where you become all too aware of the fact that you haven't been touched in months and you're shoulder to shoulder with two men whose bodies look as if cut from marble. it also didn't help that they're always dressed in loose sweatpants, the kind that slouch dangerously low off their hips, or five-inch inseam gym shorts that are just a little too tight, and no shirts. never shirts in the house.
it pisses you off sometimes because you know that they know that they're hot. you can't help but stare when they walk in the room, and when they catch you there's always a knowing grin spread across their faces, making your cheeks burn as you quickly avert your eyes.
you're sure they don't care, if anything, they probably relish in your gaze, it feeding their already overinflated egos. but that's what worries you. the knowledge that they like having your eyes on them, and the thought of them having theirs on you too, because you're not sure you trust yourself around them anymore.
and you were right not to trust yourself because the next time you see toji come out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, skin glistening and face flushed from the heat, only a towel wrapped around his waist, v-line and happy trail on display… there isn't even a second thought before you decide, you need him. and then sukuna comes out, in all his tattoos and glory, rubbing a towel on his hair. your eyes watch the way his muscles flex, before following the residual rivulets of water lower, and you wonder if he has any more tattoos or piercings.
fuck it, you need them.
so you do what any sane person would do if they lived with two hot men who they're hoping will pound them into oblivion ask them out. your clothes get skimpier, pajama pants and t-shirts turn into tank tops and shorts, bras become non-existent. you call them for everything.
"tojiii! i can't get this jar open." you pout, holding it out for him, arms pushing your tits together. he rolls his eyes but you see the way he stares at them first— he's not subtle. shamelessly looking at your chest, lips twitching into a smirk.
"sukunaaaa! can you get the pan from the top shelf?" you're on your tip-toes when he gets to the kitchen, poking your ass out as you lean over the counter, reaching up fruitlessly, midriff showing. the way his eyes scan your body, the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips, it's everything you'd hoped for.
you get more touchy. a hand on their arm when you thank them for helping you, sitting closer to them on the couch during your movie nights, light brushes up against them when you need to get around them even if there's more than enough room.
you know your little plan is working, not that you had any doubts, when they're pulling the same stunts. calling you whenever they 'forget' a towel after showering, a heavy hand on your lower back when they walk by. it's just enough to send a message, for a cloud of tension to settle between the three of you, and to leave your stomach tingling and your panties wet when you retreat to your room at the end of the night.
and when you're finally gone one night, the two men just look at one another.
toji breaks the silence first. "what're we gonna do about her?"
sukuna scoffs, "thought that much was obvious."
"yeah?" there's a grin on toji's face now.
"well yeah, i mean, you see the shit she's doin'. fuckin' playin' coy or whatever," his voice turns pitchy when he imitates you, "toji! sukuna! i need help!" toji snickers, letting sukuna continue as his voice drops down to it's usual octave. "like, come on, we both know what she really needs."
"i know man, but we gotta take it easy on her," toji reasons. he wants you as bad as sukuna does, if not more, but he doesn't want to scare you off.
"i know that, i'm just sayin'." sukuna grumbles.
the two sit there in silence again, contemplative looks on their faces as the tv plays softly in the background. when toji looks at sukuna again, it's with a sharp scrutiny. eyes raking over the other man, taking in all the information they can, and oh, is it intriguing. sukuna's brows are pinched, lower lip tugged between his teeth in a conflicted way. but also, there's the tips of his ears that are a shade matching that of his hair, and his oversized arms are wrapped tightly around a throw pillow on his lap.
"you're thinkin' about her right now," toji states as a matter-of-fact as he leans back to take in a better view of sukuna.
"huh?"
"well, you're hard, aren't you?" he asks, eyes flicking to the pillow and back up to sukuna's now scandalized face.
"shut up, man."
toji lets out a sharp laugh. "hey, i get it. she's hot."
sukuna feels his cock twitch and he's not sure if it's because of the thought of you or the sound of his older roommate's voice, and that scares the shit out of him. mortification etches itself deeper into his expression and the grip on his pillow tightens, holding it closer— a good idea in theory, except now the plush fabric is pressing against his crotch in a dangerous way.
"just take care of yourself, it's not a big deal."
sukuna chews his lip harder, contemplating the words, the fact that he'll have to stand up with a boner, crossing in front of toji to get to his room. but ultimately, the humiliation of that feels like it would be less painful than the throbbing in his cock right now.
"yeah, whatever." he mumbles, tossing the pillow at toji and moving to get up.
"stay." toji's voice sounds out, deep, laced with a tone of command that sukuna hardly expected from him.
sukuna freezes, turning to look at him. "you just said—"
"didn't say you could leave," toji cuts him off, "sit."
"i'm not a fuckin' dog," he snaps as he returns to his spot on the couch.
"you listen like a bitch though," toji laughs again.
sukuna's cheeks are burning so bright it's drawing a sweat to his forehead, and really, he's not sure how there's enough blood to flush his face when it feels like all of it's pooling between his legs.
he'd be lying if he said that there was never tension, that the occasional thought of the two of them didn't rush through his mind whenever they had to share the bathroom, the shower, but this was different. they never talked about it. ever. and yet, here they are, talking about it. the tent in sukuna's pants is becoming impossible to ignore, and as toji looks at him, his shorts start to feel tighter too.
"go on," the older man goads, "or are you waitin' for me to come over there?"
sukuna throbs at the thought, but he's already out of his element and not ready to admit any more discoveries about himself yet, so instead, he clicks his tongue, head turning away as a hand gingerly reaches for the waistband of his sweats.
snaking it beneath the fabric, he reaches lower until a sigh of relief falls from his lips when he finally wraps his hand around his aching cock. "fuck."
toji's palming at his bulge, half-hard already just from a little teasing, a little watching. but he just hadn't thought sukuna would be so obedient. big and loud as he was, toji expected him to be more difficult to wear down, yet here he was, sitting in front of him, stroking his cock because he was told to.
sukuna stares straight ahead, jaw locked, body tense as toji's gaze burns into him. he doesn't want to look at him. not now. if he doesn't look at him then it's like he's not even there. yeah. it's just him alone on the couch, thinking about his roommate. thinking about your supple skin, the warmth of your body when you lay against him, the curve of your ass, your hips when you bend over… short shorts, too tight tops, black hair, bulging muscles, green eyes.
"sh-shit," sukuna grunts.
another wave of embarrassment washes over him as he closes his eyes, head falling back against the wall. he's seething, teeth grinding together. it feels too good. he swipes his thumb across his slit, gathering more precum before pressing against his frenulum. it shouldn't feel this good. he squeezes, pumping himself slow and tight. he chances a look, opening his eyes just barely, glancing to the side.
his eyes find toji's locked on him like they never left, like he was the only thing in the world worth looking at, worth thinking about right now. his shorts have been pulled down beneath his hips, just enough to free his own length which he's stroking languidly.
even with his hand wrapped around it, sukuna can see enough. the angry, flushed head, the girth that was hidden away beneath toji's clothes. and fuck, if that's not a sight to behold. he'd never dared look at it before, even in a casual way. maybe because he knew this would his reaction— his cock throbbing in his hand, his muscles tensing in that uncomfortable way where he just can't get them to relax no matter how hard he tries, how deep he breathes, not until he's able to get his release.
"you wanna make a bet?"
sukuna's head pops up at the question, his curiosity is piqued. "huh?"
"whoever cums last gets to fuck her first."
sukuna laughs, low and strained, his fist slowing but never stopping as he briefly considers the proposition. when he answers, neither man is surprised. everyone knows that sukuna is never one to back away from a challenge, especially not one that's so enticing.
"say less."
"atta boy." toji's voice is gruff, deeper than before and laced with a new level of arousal and sukuna can't stop his cock from jumping at the sound. he doesn't dwell on it anymore though, he can't be bothered, not when he needs to focus on the task in hand. the stakes are too high.
the air in the room is charged, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, a heavy humidity forming from the sheer intensity of their body heat, their breath, their sweat. quiet grunts and soft pants falling from both mouths, it feels like they're maddeningly loud, the only thing that sukuna can hear besides the sound of his own pulse ringing through his ears.
he can feel his composure slipping. no matter how hard he tries to fend off his orgasm, no matter how slow he drags his fist, no matter how hard he tenses his muscles or clenches his jaw. there's a tidal wave forming and it's threatening to take him out.
and the worst part?
whenever he thinks to himself, tries to remind himself that there's a bet on the line, that he needs to hold out, it only gets worse. and it's your fucking fault. or maybe it's toji's fault. all he can picture when he tries to scold himself is your face. his reward. your writhing body pinned beneath him. toji's shit-eating grin when he'd agreed to his stupid wager. the throbbing at the apex of his muscled thighs. what your moans would sound like. toji's calloused hands on his shaft. your soft lips around his tip. it was too much. too overwhelming. his mind was swirling and he couldn't get it to stop. did he even want it to stop?
fuck, it all felt so good.
did he even care if he lost?
no. yes.
"you 'bout to cum, pretty boy?"
toji's words snap sukuna from his spiraling thoughts. through lidded eyes and a furrowed brow he glances at the man and it's infuriating. he's the absolute picture of composure. a smug grin plastered on his face as he strokes himself steadily, expression unbothered, like this is any other moment, any other day.
"w-what the fuck," sukuna rasps out.
"hm?"
"how?" he can't manage to get much more out, his own impending release clouding his thoughts, clogging the words in his throat.
toji just laughs, he knows what sukuna's trying to ask. "i've got a few years on ya. 'm not gonna cum before a 20-something virgin."
"'m not— mmfuck— a v-virgin." the way he's stuttering has sukuna's ears burning. it's pathetic, really. he's never been like this, felt like this, but he can't help it. nor does he care anymore. he's so close.
"ya sure sound like one," toji chuckles.
"fuck you," sukuna grits out. he tightens his grip, pumping his dick harder and faster. sukuna knows that he's already lost and he's tired of waiting.
"yeah, you want that?"
toji starts to accelerate his own pace, allowing himself more relief now that he know's sukuna's teetering so close to the edge. their hands twist, glide, up, down, up, down, moving like they're in sync. sukuna's chest is heaving, a series of minuscule grunts tumbling out of him and toji can tell he just needs that last push.
"y'wanna know what it feels like? takin' my cock up your a—"
"fuck!" sukuna shouts, cutting him off. his whole body shudders, white spurts of cum coating his fist.
toji's own release takes him by surprise. but watching sukuna had more of an effect on him than he could've expected, his orgasm ripped from him like it belonged to the other man. his release spills onto his hand, onto his stomach, the waistband of his shorts.
both men reeling, heavy breathing is the only sound left in the room. whatever they'd been watching when you left was gone, the tv now asking them, "Are You Still Watching?"
sukuna's the first to move, stuffing himself back into his sweats. he expected it to be awkward. that their interactions now would be littered with uneasy chuckles and too-polite courtesies. surprisingly, though, and much to his relief, it was like nothing had changed. like the two of them didn't just jack off next to one another— no— with one another.
toji tucks himself away before standing, knees popping as he stretches with a loud groan. "i gotta shower."
"mhm." sukuna eyes him, licking his lips at the way his muscles ripple, the dried white spot on his abs.
"coming, pretty boy?"
the next movie night you join your roommates on the couch, sitting in your designated spot— the middle cushion. toji slings an arm around the back, resting it behind your head, and when sukuna comes and sits down it's too close. you're smushed between him, a thick tattooed thigh pressing against yours as sukuna man-spreads, forcing you further into toji, until you're practically cradled under his arm.
"what're we watching tonight?" sukuna asks, cracking open his beer.
"how 'bout that new movie — the action one," toji suggests, even though the both of them know you don't like action movies.
"i don't—" the rest of your sentence falls apart on your tongue when you feel a brush of toji's fingertips against the back of your neck. but when your head snaps to the side he's just looking at sukuna, expression blank, like he's bored.
"i'd be cool with that," sukuna replies casually, a false representation of the way he's feeling right now.
"guys, you know i don't like—" a heavy hand comes down on your thigh, patting the top of it.
"get the remote, will ya, princess?"
what the fuck is going on?
"okay…" you slide forward to reach for the remote on the coffee table, but sukuna's hand hasn't left your leg and now you're much too aware of the way your actions have shifted it higher, dangerously close to your core that's starting to feel like it's on fire. and when you slide back to your seat his hand moves with you, planted in place.
toji brings his arm around to take the remote from your hand, the other returning to your nape, gripping lightly, and you swear your heart is going to jump out of your chest.
"i got it, doll."
you miss the glance that the two men share above your head, too distracted by their words and the fact that sukuna's fingers are now slightly digging into the flesh of your thigh.
he knows it's forward but he can't help himself, not when he's been wanting to know the feeling of your supple skin since the day you moved in, and not when he sees the way toji's already sneaking his hands onto you.
"what are—" your breath catches in your throat when sukuna spreads his pinky out and it dips under the hem of your pajama shorts (if you can even call them shorts). toji's been clicking around on the remote but out of the corner of his eye he catches it, feeling a pang of jealousy in his chest and a tightness in his pants.
he shoots sukuna a warning look. a silent reminder of their agreement. "here we go," he says as he finally pulls up the movie, thumb gently rubbing the skin on the back of your neck.
flustered, you keep trying to figure out what's going on between the two of them. it feels like they're both in on something that you're not privy to, having their own little conversation like you're not even there. you'd think they genuinely forgot about you if it wasn't for the feeling of their hands burning into your flesh.
but then the conversation dies down and the movie starts, and you then hear it— a sniff. sukuna's eye's meet toji's in silent communication, telepathy seems to be a skill of theirs. another sniff from the other side of you.
your knees shoot together like they're magnetized. you're not even sure when it got this bad but you can feel the way your damp panties are clinging to your sex, and now you're sure the two titans beside you are aware of the mess forming between your legs. you try to turn your head to look at anyone but the hold on your nape stiffens, keeping your gaze on the tv.
sukuna shifts, hips coming up off the couch, other hand coming to adjust his sweats, eyes now glued on the movie that's starting.
an hour and a half later and you have absolutely no idea what the hell you were supposed to have watched. you were looking at the screen, sure, but the last thing you were doing was paying attention.
how could you?
it was impossible with the two not-so-little devils sitting next to you. their teasing was relentless, an endless cycle of hands in your hair, featherlight brushes of their fingertips against your skin. you were swimming in a wave of arousal, just trying not to drown, and each touch threatened to pull you under.
and you could tell they were feeling at least something too, since neither of them even cared to hide the tents in their pants. but when sukuna's hand crept toward your core and you parted your legs for him, he pulled away. and when toji's hand drifted around your neck and you tilted your head to the side for him, he pulled away. it was maddening.
"another movie?" thing one asked.
"i'm down." thing two replied.
the fucking nerve. no, you're not watching another movie. you're going to your room to take care of yourself since they both seem so adamant on not doing it for you.
toji, you might understand. he's a bit older and probably doesn't want to think of you that way, or maybe he just has enough sense to know that fucking your roommate can lead to some complications. but sukuna? you really thought he would have caved considering everything about him screams "horny 20-something boy who'd fuck a hole in the wall if it looked at him the right way." it's almost insulting that he didn't go for it.
you huff, standing abruptly. "i'm tired. goodnight." you don't wait for their replies before stalking off to your room and shutting the door behind you.
it takes less than a few seconds of rummaging through your nightstand before you're able to find ole reliable, your trusty vibrator. it's gotten you through more nights than you can count since moving in here. you press the button and it whirs to life. you slide your hand under your shorts and when you bring it down between your legs you gasp, even the light touch against your clothed core felt overwhelming with how turned on you were. your clit is already sensitive, aching to be touched and you feel your arousal spreading more, coating your panties.
you dip the toy into your underwear, rubbing it between your folds, gathering your slick and pressing slightly each time you graze your sensitive bud. tugging your bottom lip between your teeth you try to muffle your moans but you were left feeling so pent up that the action does little. it feels too good. images replay in your mind of the two men you live with, of their bodies, the baritone of their voices. you envision what it would be like to feel the weight of them on top of you, to hear them whispering in your ears while they touch you, while they drill their cocks into your holes, using you however they want.
fuck, it would feel so much better.
gasping, writhing, you hold the vibrator steady against your clit, until it's almost unbearable. until your hand is shaking, fighting against you, and threatening to pull away but you don't dare let it, not when you're so close. the coil in your stomach winds tighter and tighter, your toes curling, you're sweating by the time it snaps! and your orgasm crashes over you.
your entire body shudders, back arching off the mattress, eyes clamped shut. a scream is ripped from your chest, louder than you'd expected and before you can cut yourself off the name tumbles out, "
toji wasn't even trying to eavesdrop. you'd said you were tired and he was making his way to his room when he heard it. the faint but unmistakable buzzing from the other side of your door. and then he heard you. the melodious sound of your voice, your moans, your scream. could he really be blamed for lingering and listening at that point? and when the soft bzzzzz didn't go away and he could still hear you whimpering, could he really be blamed for opening the conveniently unlocked door and slipping inside?
maybe a little.
but toji is more than willing to throw his already gray morals out the window the minute he sees you sprawled out on the sheets, breasts threatening to spill out of the top of your tank top, a hand in your shorts, a wet spot between your thighs, and a smaller one forming on the sheets between your spread legs. you weren't even naked and without a doubt it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. and he's seen a lot.
your eyes flutter open, sliding to meet his hungry gaze. a part of him is already prepared for you to berate him, to yell at him to get out, or call him a perv. but none of those things happen.
"you came."
your voice is breathless, laced with relief like you needed him.
"you called."
you sit up, turning off the vibrator and tossing it aside as he stalks over to you. his broad chest is rising and falling almost as much as yours as he towers over you. he's looking down at your figure like you're his prey, and it feels like you might be, but you're perfectly okay with that. you'd be anything for him in this moment.
your hands reach up, hooking into his waistband and tugging hard, pulling him onto the bed with you. he catches himself, palms resting on either side of your head as a chuckle rumbles deep in his throat.
"eager little thing, aren't ya?"
you roll your eyes, hands moving to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair as you bring him to you. he meets your kiss fervently, lips moving in sync. it doesn't start slow or tender. no, it's greedy. he's impatient. you both are. you've wanted this for so long you can't hold back anymore.
teeth clashing, tongues twirling against each other. you moan into his mouth when he sucks your bottom lip between his, biting down. his hands roam freely, squeezing your breasts, pulling your shirt down to let them fall out. he palms at them, pinching your nipples harshly making you whimper and rubbing them soothingly after. you're so responsive, your first orgasm leaving your whole body tingling.
a hand trails down your stomach, wasting no time before slipping into your shorts, feeling you through your underwear.
"fuckkk, doll," toji groans into your mouth, bucking his hips forward, his cock rubbing against the inside of your thigh. "you're soaked down here."
you roll your hips as you thread a hand in his hair, tugging roughly. he sighs loudly when your mouth latches onto his neck, suckling gently, nipping at the skin and swiping your tongue over the bruises.
"need somethin'?"
you nod, rolling your hips again, grinding against his hand.
toji draws his hand out of your shorts before delivering a sharp slap! to your clothed cunt making you cry out. "a-ah! toji!"
"use your words, you're a big girl." he rubs gentle, soothing circles over you.
"want you i-inside me…" you mumble, burying your face up into the crook of his neck, peppering little kisses and kitten licks all over his skin.
in one fluid motion he yanks your clothes to the side and pushes two fingers inside your cunt with an embarrassing squelch. a sound halfway between a gasp and moan tumbles from your lips at the sudden intrusion and toji sounds the same. the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around his fingers, practically sucking him in, he has half a mind to pull them out and just shove his cock into you instead. but he doesn't. wet as you are, you're nowhere near prepared enough to take all of him, and he needs you to take all of him.
"so fuckin' tight," toji groans, pumping his fingers in and out of you. slowly at first, but when he feels you starting to relax for him he stops holding back. he pushes them back in, curling, scissoring, in and out, burying his hand to the knuckle each time. more slick begins to spill out, dribbling down to your asshole and onto the sheets beneath you.
"such a messy girl. seemed so sweet when i met ya, but here ya are, lettin' your older roommate finger this slutty pussy."
you can only whine in response, each word being punched out of your throat with a thrust of his digits into your sloppy cunt. your eyes roll shut, brows pinched together as your hands grip the sheets.
his fingers are big, stretching your pussy open wide and there's only two inside. you can't even worry about what his cock will feel like when he hooks his thumb around your pelvis, pressing against your clit. each time he slides his hand in and out his thumb rubs against you, your slick spreading like lube, there's no friction just skin gliding against skin, and it's all so wet.
"mmfuck— toji, ha-ah! 'm so close," you moan.
but he already knows. the way your walls are pulsing around him, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, you're whining even more now. his free hand comes down to rest on your neck, giving you a light squeeze. you feel his hair brushing against your forehead as he leans in over you.
"so loud, you want him to hear?" he whispers in your ear.
you shake your head, "n-no…"
"bet he's listening right now. probably got his cock in his hand, hearin' that pretty voice." toji squeezes your throat again, harder this time, causing your breath to hitch in your throat and your walls to clench around him. "dirty girl."
you wonder if toji's right. if sukuna's really on the other side of the wall in his room, pumping his cock as he listens in on you both. you hope he is.
there's a pit in your stomach as you teeter dangerously close to the edge of your orgasm. each touch on your sensitive clit, each thrust of his fingers back into your greedy cunt have your mind spiraling, setting your skin on fire.
"go on, let go f'me, doll face. wanna hear those noises you make when you cum," he grunts, rolling his hips, his hard cock rubbing against your thigh. "let us hear you."
he coaxes it out of you so easily. he knows your body too well, you're not even sure how. but seconds later and you fall apart on his fingers with a sharp cry, his hands holding your writhing body in place on the bed as your cunt gushes around him.
your eyes flutter open and in your haze you can see him. pupils blown wide, a feral grin on his face as he pulls out of you, raising his glistening fingers to his mouth. his tongue falls out, licking up the digits, swirling around them. he groans loudly when he tastes you.
and then he moves. fast. two hands gripping the waistband of your shorts, pulling them off with your panties in one motion. his pants are next. he slides them off quickly, his finally free cock slapping up against his stomach before hanging down from it's own weight. it's big. girthy, littered with veins, the flushed tip already leaking. and then he's hooking his arms under your knees and yanking you to the edge of the bed making you yelp.
"toji!"
"stand up."
you hesitate for a moment. but you listen. hands pressing into the mattress as you raise yourself up onto shaky legs. his arm wraps around your waist, spinning you around and pulling your back into his chest, his cock sitting against your ass. he grinds into you, groaning in your ear.
"feel what ya do to me?"
your cheeks burn, and you push back against him. "need you, toji…"
his other hand comes down, smacking the flesh of your ass. he watches the way it jiggles, the way your knees knock together, he hears you whimper quietly.
"so fuckin' greedy," he groans, smaking you again. "always want more, don't ya?"
"a-ah! yes!" your thighs rub together, spreading your cum around, your cunt throbbing for him again already.
another smack. "beg then."
"mmm— please! please, toji, wan'you to fuck me."
he chuckles, low and deep behind you and he slots his length between your plush, slick thighs, the shaft rubbing against your puffy folds. "that's my good girl."
toji's hands slide against your stomach, up your waist before cupping your breasts. he pulls his hips back, pushes them forward, fucking himself between your legs a few times before you feel his head poking at your entrance. the mushroom tip slips inside and you both gasp. it's just the tip but it feels so much better than his fingers already. and maybe you are greedy because you can't stop yourself from arching your back and pushing yourself down onto him.
he slides in with a biiiig stretch. your eyes squeeze shut, mouth parted in an 'o' as you moan loudly. each inch is torturous, splitting you open in a deliciously painful way, and the second you take that last inch, feeling your ass meet his pelvis— you're addicted.
toji groans, hips still as he lets you adjust to his size, but only for a moment. and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you off him before slamming you back down.
"f-fuck! toji!"
he thrusts slow, deep, hard. each movement is precise, carrying the weight of his intentions to ruin you tonight. "feels so fuckin— fuck-" he grunts, "so good."
"more," you whine, "toji move f-fast—"
he snaps his hips forward with a growl. "like i said— ngh- greedy."
his fingers dig into your skin with a bruising grip, and then he's drilling into you at a breath-taking pace. you cry out a broken moan, half of his name as your hands fly back to his forearms. your nails are digging crescents into his skin but you feel like if you let go you'll fall forward with the weight of his thrusts.
"holy f-fuck, toji! haah!"
you're moaning loudly but the noise just gets drowned out. the room is filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin, sounds of your wet, sloppy cunt dripping around toji's cock as he bullies himself into your poor pussy.
you feel a hand slide to your back, pressing firmly, pushing your chest out and forcing a slight arch and it makes you scream. the new angle makes it feel like his cockhead is bruising your cervix. curving just right he drills into that spongey spot on your walls, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
"toji, i c-can't— please!"
"you asked for it," he rasps, "fuckin' take it."
his speed picks up, and you feel that familiar feeling building in your core again. a swirling heat that's burning brightly, your body buzzing with arousal.
"i can't!" you sob, "'s too much."
the hand on your back moves to your jaw, gripping tightly and snapping your head forward. "open your eyes," he commands.
your lashes flutter, vision blurred by your tears but you can still see what he wants you to see. the image of your bodies pressed together, your messy hair, sweat-slicked skin, bouncing tits, all on display in the mirror you have hung on the wall in front of you. toji's towering behind you, bulging muscles wrapped around your trembling figure as he pounds into you from behind.
"watch. see what i've been waitin' so long for."
you're a mess. absolutely ruined at his hands, but he doesn't look much better. all grunts and groans as he fights to keep up the animalistic pace that he set.
"been dyin' to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock," he growls, "tell me you love it."
"i love it! love your cock!" you mewl.
"yeah?"
"mhmmm," you moan, "'m gonna cum, t-toji!"
"shit— yeah, cummin' all over daddy's cock?"
you feel the tension winding tighter, but it's different. the overstimulation, the way he's drilling into that sweet spot inside you over and over—
"y-yes daddy!"
and you cum hard. watery slick spilling from your cunt, splashing onto the tops of your thighs, your whole body shakes as your third orgasm is ripped from your body and toji's following right behind you.
your pussy clamping down around him, soaking him, the sound of you crying out for him, it's all so much. toji's hips stutter, pace faltering and he moans loudly. with one last thrust, he slams his hips into you before pulling out quickly, hot, white cum shooting out, splattering onto your back and the flesh of your ass.
"fuck, doll," he pants. "gonna be the death of me."
your body feels heavy and sore already, and it feels like a full-time job just trying to stand up. with wobbly legs you're the first to try to move, but you don't make it one step before toji's picking you up bridal style and plopping you gently onto your stomach on the bed.
your eyelids are sliding shut, sleep threatening to take over already as he grabs his shorts, cleaning you up with them before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.
"get under the covers, princess."
you grumble something unintelligible which makes him chuckle, moving on his own to fix your shirt and pull the sheets out and over your limp body before he moves to slip out of your room.
"stay." you plead softly.
and how can he resist? when you look so cozy and you're glancing up at him with those pretty, tired eyes, with a small pout on your lips.
when you wake up the next morning, you roll over to find the other side of the bed empty. the sheets are cool, like toji's been gone for a while. there's a small pang in your chest but you try to ignore it. you reason with yourself that he doesn't owe you anything just because he fucked you. if you let silly feelings get in the way it'll just make things complicated, and you couldn't imagine yourself living anywhere else now.
you roll out of bed, throwing on the first pair of pants you can find before trudging to the kitchen. when you walk in you see sukuna, all bare chest and tattoos. he turns when he hears you rummaging for a coffee mug.
he's smirking. "mornin' sunshine. you look like you got hit by a truck."
"shut up," you groan.
"late night?" he goads.
does he know? he has to. you weren't exactly quiet, and toji seemed pretty confident that sukuna was… aware. either way, toji wasn't even here, and his absence had you feeling a little embarrassed about the whole thing.
"something like that," you mumble.
"right," sukuna nods.
your ears perk up when you hear the lock click on the front door, the familiar creak as it's pushed open. and in walks the man of the hour. black compression shirt and sweatpants on, a drink carrier with 3 coffees in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other.
"i'm back," toji says, kicking off his shoes, "cafe was fuckin' packed."
a laugh bubbles up out of sukuna's chest and you shoot him a suspicious glare. "look, daddy's home."
now it's not just your eyes, your whole head snaps to the side, mouth hanging open as you stare at him. your cheeks are burning and you can hear toji chucking from across the room. your hand flies up to smack sukuna in the back of the head.
"you little shit!" you squeal but he just laughs harder.
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a/n: this was in the drafts for a whiiiile and i'm so happy i finally got it out. def going to build on this roommate au with some more drabbles or oneshots :>
it was just another night with your two best friends—satoru and suguru. the three of you had crashed at satoru’s place like always, the massive flat-screen blaring a slasher flick while you all lounged on his oversized sectional couch. popcorn scattered on the floor from the amount of times satoru attempted to throw them in your mouth, empty soda cans and chip bags cluttered the coffee table, and the faint haze of weed lingered in the air from the joint suguru had rolled earlier. but tonight? one of you—satoru’s dumbass—brought aphrodisiac chocolates.
he’d pulled them out with that signature shit-eating grin, the box all fancy with gold embossing, claiming he’d snagged them from some sketchy online shop just for kicks. you don’t believe that little shit for a second.
“trust me, these are gonna make the movie way more interesting,” he’d said, popping one into his mouth and offering the box around like it was no big deal.
you’d hesitated but taken one anyway, the rich, dark chocolate melting on your tongue with a weird, tingling aftertaste. suguru had eyed him suspiciously but shrugged and joined in, muttering something about how satoru’s impulses were gonna get you all in trouble one day.
now, maybe an hour later, the room felt stifling, the air thick and charged. you felt it in your core, and every casual brush of contact—suguru’s arm against yours, satoru’s foot nudging your calf—sent sparks racing through you. you shifted uncomfortably, tugging at your loose tank top, trying to ignore how your nipples had hardened against the fabric, how your thighs kept clenching involuntarily.
satoru stretched out lazily beside you, his long limbs taking up way too much space as usual, his white hair tousled and catching the glow from the tv.
“damn, is it hot in here or what?” he complained, fanning himself dramatically, but his blue eyes flicked to you with a knowing glint.
suguru, on your other side, was quieter, his dark hair tied back in a loose bun, but you could see the way his jaw tightened, his fingers drumming restlessly on his knee.
“satoru…those chocolates,” you finally said, your voice coming out breathier than you meant, breaking the tense silence. “what the fuck did you give us? i feel all…weird.”
he turned to you, propping himself up on an elbow, that playful smirk widening. “weird how? like, good weird? c’mon, spill it, princess. you look all flushed and fidgety—kinda cute, actually.”
suguru shot him a glare over your head, but his hand brushed your thigh as he leaned forward to grab the remote, pausing the movie. the touch lingered just a second too long, his fingers warm and calloused, and you had to bite back a gasp.
“idiot,” suguru grumbled. “you seriously gave us aphrodisiacs and didn’t say shit? what if they’re laced with something worse?”
satoru just laughed, unfazed, tossing another chocolate in the air and catching it in his mouth. “no no, they’re not. relax, suguru. they’re fine. it’s not poison—it’s fun. feel that buzz yet? i sure as hell do. my whole body’s tingling, like i could run a marathon or…ya know, something else.”
his eyes raked over you shamelessly, and you felt your cheeks burn hotter. you crossed your arms, trying to play it off, but the ache between your legs was growing, insistent, making it hard to sit still.
“this isn’t funny, satoru. i’m serious—i feel like i’m on fire. and you two—you’re not helping, sitting so close.”
suguru’s gaze softened as he turned to you, his hand resting lightly on your knee now, thumb tracing lazy circles that only fueled the feeling.
“hey, if it’s too much, we can call it a night. but you’re not the only one feeling it.” he admitted quietly, his dark purple eyes locking onto yours.
you saw the hunger there, mirroring your own. satoru scooted closer, sandwiching you between them, his breath hot against your ear.
“aw, poor baby. want us to help you out? ’cause i’m dying over here too. bet you’re all wet already, huh? lemme check.”
before you could protest, his hand slid up your thigh, fingers teasing the edge of your shorts, and you swatted at him half-heartedly, your body betraying you by arching into the touch.
“satoru!” you hissed.
though it came out more like a moan, and suguru chuckled low in his throat, his own hand joining in, slipping under your tank top to graze your bare waist.
“he’s right, though,” suguru murmured, his lips brushing your shoulder. “you smell so good right now, all needy and sweet. tell us what you want—we’re your best friends, aren’t we? we’ll take care of you. make you feel so good.”
the dam broke then, the aphrodisiac haze clouding your judgment, and you nodded, whispering,
“please…touch me.”
that was all the invitation they needed. satoru’s mouth was on yours in an instant, hungry and demanding, his tongue sweeping in to claim you as his hands roamed your body, tugging your tank top up and over your head.
“fuck, yes,” he groaned against your lips, palming your breasts through your bra, thumbs circling your hardened nipples. “been wanting this forever, you know that? you’re so goddamn perfect. so pretty.”
suguru wasn’t far behind, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck, nipping at your collarbone as he unhooked your bra with practiced ease, letting it fall away.
“god, just look at these tits,” suguru breathed, cupping one and leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until you were whimpering, your hands fisting in their shirts.
satoru pulled back to watch, his blue eyes dark with lust. you gasped as suguru’s teeth grazed your sensitive bud, his hand sliding down to cup your mound through your shorts, pressing firmly.
“so wet for us already,” he said, voice muffled against your skin. “bet i can make you soak these panties even more.”
they maneuvered you easily, satoru lying back and pulling you to lay back against his chest, his erection straining against his sweatpants as you ground down instinctively.
“that’s it, grind on me like that,” he encouraged, hands on your hips guiding your movements. “feel how hard you’re making me? all for you, princess.”
suguru knelt between your spread legs, hooking his fingers in your shorts and panties, dragging them down slowly, exposing you to their hungry gazes.
“shit, look at this pretty pussy,” suguru groaned. his breath fanning over your slick folds, making you shiver. “all glistening and ready. you want my mouth on you, sweetheart?”
you nodded frantically, too horny to form words.
satoru laughed, pinching your nipples lightly. “use your words, sweets. tell suguru what you need.”
“p-please, suguru,” you begged, voice trembling, “eat me out. i need your tongue—fuck, please.”
he didn’t make you wait, diving in with a long, flat lick from your entrance to your clit, groaning at your taste.
“so fucking sweet,” he muttered, before sucking your clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue.
satoru watched with rapt attention, his hands roaming your body, one slipping down to join suguru’s efforts.
“let me help, yeah?” he said. his fingers teasing your entrance before pushing two inside, curling them to hit that spot that made you see stars.
“ho-holy shit, yes—right there,” you moaned, grinding against their faces and hands.
“pussy’s so tight around my fingers,” satoru praised, pumping them steadily. “gonna make you cum so hard, baby. then we’re gonna fill you up. you want that, hmm? both our cocks stretching this little pussy?”
you whined, nodding. your head falling back against satoru’s shoulder.
suguru hummed in agreement, the vibration sending jolts through you, his tongue lapping at your sweet juices as satoru’s fingers fucked you deeper.
“so close,” suguru said, pulling back slightly to watch your face. “come on, baby, squirt for us. drench my face—i want it all.”
their dirty words pushed you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you as you squirted, gushing over suguru’s face and satoru’s hand.
“fuuuuck, that’s it,” satoru growled, not stopping his fingers until you were shaking, oversensitive. the wet squelch of your pussy filling the living room as his fingers pumped in and out of you.
they gave you no time to recover, satoru flipping you over and shedding his clothes, his cock springing free. you had seen it before. perks of being best friends, i guess. it was long, thick and leaking precum. suguru followed suit, his own cock just as impressive, maybe a little thicker, veiny and throbbing.
“on your knees for a sec, sweets,” satoru said, guiding you to sit up on the couch as they stood before you. “wanna feel that pretty little mouth around my cock.”
you obliged, taking satoru’s cock in hand first, licking the tip before sucking him in, hollowing your cheeks.
“shit, yes—just like that,” he moaned, his hand tangling in your hair.
suguru leaned in, capturing satoru’s lips in a heated kiss, their tongues tangling as they groaned into each other’s mouths, hands roaming each other’s bodies. the sight was intoxicating. you switched to suguru, deepthroating him as best you could, gagging slightly on his length.
“fuck, your mouth feels so good,” suguru panted, breaking the kiss to watch you. satoru pulled you up and off him, only to share a sloppy three-way kiss, your tongues sliding together messily, tasting each other and the remnants of your arousal on suguru’s tongue.
“gotta be inside that pussy now. don’t wanna wait anymore,” satoru said, lying back and pulling you to straddle him again.
he notched his cock at your entrance, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
“oh fuuuck— so tight, so fucking warm,” he groaned, hands digging into your hips.
suguru positioned himself behind you, his cock sliding along satoru’s as he pressed against your already-stretched hole.
“relax for me, baby,” suguru coaxed, kissing your back. “we’ll go slow—tell me if it’s too much.”
you nodded, breathing deep as he eased in, the dual stretch burning deliciously, their cocks rubbing together inside you, gliding with every movement.
“goddamn, i can feel you, suguru,” satoru moaned, his hips bucking up. “feels so fucking good, shit.”
suguru bottomed out and you cried out, overwhelmed by the fullness. “you’re taking us so well,” suguru praised, starting a slow rhythm, his cock moving against satoru’s with each thrust. “feel that? our cocks rubbing together inside your tight pussy. you like being stuffed like this, baby?”
“uh-huh! l-love your cocks inside me!” you whined and rode them desperately, your hips slamming down as they thrust up in tandem.
“fuck—please, don’t stop,” you pleaded, leaning down to kiss satoru, then twisting to capture suguru’s lips over your shoulder, tongues and teeth clashing.
“you’re such a good girl,” satoru panted, his hands squeezing your ass. “milking us so good—gonna make me cum, baby. you want our cum, princess? want us to breed this pussy?”
suguru’s thrusts grew harder, his breath ragged. “shit, satoru, i’m close—cum with us, baby. wanna fill you up.”
the coil snapped again, your orgasm ripping through you as you clenched around them, cumming once more.
“fuck, yes—i’m cumming,” satoru shouted, spilling deep inside you, his release hot and thick. suguru followed seconds later, groaning your name as he pumped his load in, their cum mixing and leaking out around their cocks.
you collapsed onto satoru, all three of you panting, bodies slick with sweat. suguru pulled out gently, kissing your back, while satoru held you close, stroking your hair.
“well, that was insane,” satoru said, still catching his breath, a lazy grin on his face. “we gotta do this again—maybe…minus the chocolates?”
suguru chuckled, flopping down beside you. “agreed...but those chocolates did taste pretty good.”
you smiled weakly, humming in agreement as you nestled between them. “yeah, i wouldn’t mind eating them again.”
“oh! thank god!” satoru said, wiping his brow in relief, “i’m glad you guys liked em, it took me a bit of trial and error to make them. i made extra too! but i had to search up how to make aphrodisiac chocolates and buy all the—“
you and suguru looked at each other, then at satoru’s stupid, stupid handsome face and yelled,
summary: you’re a demon. satan’s daughter, all sharp claws, wickedly beautiful smile, and a tail that flicks with mischief, a succubus with a knack for anarchy. satoru gojo, god’s favorite angel, is your polar opposite. charmingly handsome with those piercing blue eyes, body sculpted by god himself and a pretty little halo that sits perfectly on his soft, heavenly white hair. and somehow you two are happily in love.
pairing: angel!satoru gojo x demon!reader
tags: biblically accurate angel!gojo but partially in accurate religious aspects, don’t shoot me LMAO smut with lots of plot! flirty gojo, hes a big handsome idiot, big dick gojo ofc, fem!reader
w.c: 2.6k words i think i never know, i just work here
a/n: sitting on a sukuna fit still but saw this fanart by @/rezi.jellyfish on ig and was INSPIRED this was hardly proofread so sue me
you were not supposed to meet him. that was the first problem. or maybe the first miracle, depending on how you frame it.
you’d been in heaven to cause trouble that day. a task your father had often sent you to do, simply to fuck with his old pal, god. it was nothing out of the ordinary. you had planned on stealing a few bottles of holy water, plucking grapes and apples from the gardens, taunting whatever cherubs were unfortunate enough to be on duty that night. you weren’t stupid; you knew the borders between heaven and hell were closely guarded, but you were fast, clever, and demons didn’t get their reputations by following rules.
except when you turned around with a mouth full of grapes, you were met not with an outraged cherub or some faceless soldier, but him.
satoru gojo. god’s golden boy. the strongest angel heaven had. “the honored one” was his nickname. his massive wings so bright they nearly blinded you, a halo sharp as a blade, six glowing blue eyes prettily scattered across his gorgeous body that seemed to stare right through you.
you should’ve been terrified. instead, your first thought was ‘wow, he’s hot.’
you thought you’d be smote on the spot. instead, he cocked his head, gave you a grin that was far too smug for someone so sacred, and said,
“you know you’re not supposed to be here, right? unless you’re trying to get smote, in which case, congrats, i’m your guy.”
you blinked, swallowed your grape, and smirked. “guess that makes two of us. neither of us is supposed to be here.“
it’s true, the gardens were only to be touched by the caretakers. not even god’s finest angels were allowed near, no matter how much he trusted them. not after adam and eve.
he’d laughed, his smile so white and blinding. he was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. and in that moment, you realized then that you might actually be in danger—but not from getting smote.
from falling in love.
“ya know, i’d say im right where i’m meant to be. wouldn’t you agree, sweetheart?”
you pop another grape into your mouth, glaring at the incredibly sexy man before you. was he really flirting with you? a devil? the very thing he’s supposed to hate and kill?
and though your demonic instincts screamed run but your heart said otherwise with an evil thump thump of your heart.
“aren’t angels supposed to be busy? protecting people…not standing around flirting with demons?” you said, tilting your head out of genuine curiosity.
“ah,” he said, wings flicking lazily, like he wasn’t a weapon of god but some overgrown bird. “so you admit there’s some chemistry between us.”
“…shut up,” you muttered, cheeks heating.
and that was five years ago. somehow, you’ve been shutting him up (or trying to) ever since.
he’s the strongest, cocky as hell, and somehow head over wings for you, his devilish girlfriend. your secret romance has danced under heaven’s nose and hell’s gossip, your father is far too busy planning heaven’s demise and god’s either oblivious or too amused to care, because satoru’s still strutting around with his six eyes glowing, and you’re still lighting up hell’s lower districts with your antics.
regardless, you two were in love. and for someone who was supposed to be god’s special creation, he had no problem be a little sinner just for you.
but the first time he held your hand, he genuinely thought he was going to instantaneously burst into flames.
you’d been sitting on the edge of heaven, leather skirt hiked up, legs draped over satoru’s lap as he lounges like he owns the place. he’s too damn pretty for his own good. the clouds thin and you can just barely see the orange glow of hell shimmering below. it was your usual spot for secret meetups: far enough from the other angels, close enough to danger that you felt alive.
you leaned back, propped on your hands, and gave him a sidelong glance. satoru’s wings were half-folded, ocean blue six eyes glimmering lazily. he didn’t look like a soldier of heaven. he looked like…a challenge. your favorite.
so you slipped your fingers into his.
he jerked slightly, looking down, then up, then up even higher, like maybe god was staring.
“please, lord, forgive me. fraternizing with a succubus might just be my greatest sin yet.” he said, taking a deep breath.
“oh please, you love it, mr. honored one.” you teased, tail brushing his ankle.
he chuckled, that annoying, charming laugh that makes your heart stutter.
he leaned in, all cocky confidence. “mmhm, i do. my evil little temptress.”
you blushed, whacking him lightly with your tail. “don’t get too full of yourself, feathers.”
“too late,” he said, pulling you closer until your thighs pressed against his. “i’m the strongest, remember? i suppose i can handle a little devilish distraction.” his lips brushed your ear, voice dropping. “or a lot. depends what you wanna get up to.”
you rolled your eyes, but kissed him quick, tasting his smugness. he hummed as his lips moved against yours, delighted, halo flickering like a spotlight.
he pulled away, pecking your lips quickly before he opened his eyes to look at you, “but no seriously. you’re testing me here,” he muttered.
you grinned. “what, this? toru, it’s just holding hands. not burning down a church.”
“hm,” he said, squeezing once, reluctantly. “tell that to the big guy upstairs. i’m pretty sure this is at least a venial sin. maybe a mortal one.“
you laughed. “oh really, god’s favorite pretty boy, a sinner? for holding my hand?”
“it’s not just your hand,” he said dramatically, lifting your joined fingers into the air. “it’s the hand of the most dangerous succubus in hell. devil’s daughter. that’s gotta be worth, like…ten points off my angel license.”
you shoved him with your shoulder, laughing so hard you nearly toppled off the cloud. “you’re so dramatic.”
“me?” he gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. “dramatic? i’m literally an angel, babe. choirs sing when i breathe. my life is dramatic.”
“your life is annoying,” you corrected.
he smirked, leaned closer, and whispered, “and i, satoru gojo, am annoyingly crazy about you.”
your laugh caught in your throat. and you hated him, just a little, for how easily he could make your face burn hotter than hellfire.
when satoru decided it was time for you to visit his place, it was bold. even for him. despite his whole brand being just that. you were so sure it was all prank—a succubus in the pearly gates? in god’s special little angel’s home? surely he’s joking, you thought.
but no, not even a little.
he took you to his quarters in heaven, and you expected them to be sterile—cold marble, empty halls, some annoying harp soundtrack in the background. classic angel shit. instead, it was absurdly grand. walls of gold, curtains spilling down like waterfalls, light glowing from nowhere and everywhere.
you whistled low. “wow. compensating much?”
he turned, halo tilted at an obnoxious angle. “hey. don’t hate the player, hate the divine hierarchy, sweetheart. perks of being god’s favorite.”
“you like being called that, don’t you?”
he grinned. “duh, obviously.”
but after a while, you started shivering. heaven wasn’t warm like hell—it was crisp, still, almost too pure. you shivered, rubbing your arms, your skimpy leather outfit no match for it. you glared when he noticed.
“you cold, baby?” he asked, smirking.
“no,” you lied, teeth chattering.
“mhmm. my poor little devil-cake can’t handle some fresh air?” he pouted playfully. teasing you with his annoying baby talk and that stupid nickname he gave you since he loved sweets way too much for someone who constantly recited the seven deadly sins, like they’re the law. coincidentally forgetting gluttony from time to time.
you groaned. “i swear if you—”
but before you could finish, his wings unfurled, and in a swift, practiced motion, they folded around you both. massive, glowing, radiating warmth.
you blinked, stunned. “oh.”
“that better?” he asked, chin resting on your head.
“…you planned this,” you grumbled, tucking yourself into his chest.
“guilty,” he sang, kissing your hair. “worth the sin, though.”
“whatever, you big show-off.” you nuzzled him, smirking. “bet the other angels are jealous i get to bang you.”
“jealous? they were probably praying for my soul right now!” he laughed, those extra eyes on his wings glowing brighter. “but who cares? you’re mine, and i’m yours. adultery is a sin, ya know.”
you chuckled and kissed his jaw.
he groaned playfully, “lord, save me from this temptation,” but his hands slid to your waist, pulling you tighter, halo pulsing with delight.
but sneaking satoru into hell was something completely different. your den was a sultry cave of red velvet, black candles, and flickering flames. you had prepped—wine (stolen of course), dim lights, and a crimson lingerie set that was all lace and sin, hugging your curves like a second skin. you posed at the door, wrapped up in a pretty red robe, tail swaying.
“welcome to my evil lair, angel.” you said playfully.
he stepped in, and his six eyes widened, halo flickering like a strobe light.
“cozy,” he said, surveying your chaos with a raised brow.
“don’t lie. you’re judging me.” you pouted.
“me? never. lying is a sin and only god could judge, babe. i was just…wondering how many OSHA violations this place has. like, all of them.”
you rolled your eyes, stepped closer, and let your robe fall.
his face flushed, that cocky grin faltering as he adjusted his armor.
“holy—uh, unholy—what are you wearing?”
“like it?” you spun, letting the firelight catch the lace, your tail curling around your thigh. “picked it out just for you, baby.”
he clapped a hand over his face seeing that it was crotchless. his ears went red. his wings twitched violently.
“oh my god.” then he paused, eyes darting up and around like god actually heard him. “uh—don’t tell him i said that.”
you chuckled, stepped even closer, satoru stepping back unknowingly towards your bed.
he choked, wings twitching, extra eyes blinking rapidly. “i mean— that’s…wow. indecent does’t even cover it. are you trying to kill me, babe?”
“maybe.” you sauntered closer, smirking as his knees bumped your mattress. “c’monn, look at me, toru. appreciate the effort.”
his gaze locked on you, pupils blown, and he was a mess—charming, annoying, and so down bad.
“you’re supposed to be the strongest, right? can’t even handle a little lace, hmmm?” you said with a tilt of your head, voice evil and sweet.
“strongest angel,” he muttered, hands trembling where they hovered at your waist. “weakest boyfriend.”
“pathetic,” you teased, leaning closer. you pressed against him, feeling his rock hard chest, the heat of him electric.
“wanna see just how much trouble i can cause?” you whispered, claws teasing his skin.
he groaned, loud and dramatic, as you pushed him onto your bed, straddling him. his wings flared, knocking over candles, wax splattering as he muttered,
“lord, i’m doomed!” he cried out dramatically, as if god would save him.
you chuckled, grinding down on his lap. “he’s not listening all the way down here, silly.”
you peeled off the rest of his armor, revealing that stupidly perfect body, those extra eyes on his chest blinking at you.
“like what you see, sweetheart?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“shut up,” you laughed, kissing him hard, tongue claiming his.
his hands gripped your plush ass, pulling you closer as you ground, friction igniting you both. you slid back just enough to free him, and settle between his thighs, stroking his length. thick and long with a pretty pink tip leaking pre.
“you look so pretty like this, baby.” you said, giving his weeping cock gentle kitten licks, eyes locked on his.
he bucked, moaning, “you— you’re evil, babe.”
“i know.”
you took him in your mouth, tongue swirling, savoring his gasps and groans, his wings trembling.
you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, spit dripping down your chin. satoru was malfunctioning. a hand flew to your hair, not to guide you but simply to ground himself.
“please,” he begged. “need…fuck—sorry—more”
you giggled around his length, pulling your lips off his cock with a wet pop. you quickly sat up, shedding the lingerie before lining yourself up and sinking onto him, the two of you moaning as he filled you, so hot and deep. velvety walls clamped down around his cock.
he thrust up, hands guiding your hips, extra eyes glowing as you rode him, claws marking his chest.
“shit—sorry— you feel so good, baby” he moaned, helping you bounce harder on him.
“feels so good, toru!” you whined as your hips ground down, clit catching that soft patch of white on his pelvis, adding to the friction.
his wings wrapped around you, making you feel so safe.
eventually, you crawled off of him, his painfully hard dick slipping out of you and slapping against his chest, covered in both your arousal.
“huh?! what—“
“like this.” you said, getting on all fours in front of him. you wiggled your ass, turning around with a devilish smile.
in that moment, you don’t think you’d ever seen him look so…evil.
it was perfect.
he sat up, gripping your hips tightly. his fingers leaving bruises on your skin. he ground his hips against your ass, his dick rubbing against your pussy.
“n-need you inside me, toru,” you said, pushing back against him.
“yeah? want me to fuck this pretty pussy from behind?” he growled, his cock head nudging against your aching hole.
you nodded, flushed cheek pressed against the mattress.
he grabbed you by your horns, hauling you up against his chest.
“words, sweetheart. use your words.”
“yes! god— yes! fuck me, satoru!” you gasped.
he chuckled, cruel and unusual for him. “god? remember he’s not listening all the way down here, baby.”
a hand slid down to wrap around your throat and the other between your dripping cunt, rubbing it in tight circles as his cock finally slid back inside you. you both gasped, satoru’s hips picking up the pace, his hips snapping against your ass.
you fucked for what felt like hours. helping your perfect little angel sin all night. your bedroom smelling like sex and sweat. the room filled with your loud “uhuhuh’s”alongside the wet squelch of your pussy as his pounded into you, and of course, his heavenly moans. you came hard with a cry and him following, groaning your name, spilling thick ropes of cum deeeep inside. his halo flickering.
you collapsed, sweaty, his wings holding you so tightly against his chest.
“you are…” he panted, “worth every sin,” kissing you sloppy and smug.
but for all his bravado, there are moments he gets soft. like the day he told you he loved you.
you were curled in his arms in hell, his wings wrapped around you like a cocoon, the firelight painting him in gold and red. he was gorgeous like this, somehow even more than usual. you poked his chest, smirking.
“you know, i think it’s time you say it.”
“say what?” he asked, six of his blue eyes filled with curiosity.
“say you like me. more than you should.”
he smirked, but his eyes—were softer than you’d ever seen them. “sweetheart, i love you more than anything. i’d burn heaven down if it meant keeping you.”
your breath caught, heart skipping. doing that evil thump thump it once did the day you met. “…oh.”
he kissed you, slow, reverent, nothing like his usual teasing.
“honored one, huh?” you murmured against his lips.
“honored to be yours,” he replied, and for once—unlike the little devil you are—you had nothing smart to say back.
all in all, your relationship with satoru has been…well, perfect. or at least, as perfect as it can be when you’re technically committing high treason against both heaven and hell. you’ve been together for years now, tangled up in this sinful yet heavenly mess and not once have you regretted it. but there’s a catch—there’s always a catch.
you have to keep it hidden. not from the world at large—because honestly, at this point, the world seems to know. your friends know. his friends know. you’ve both been so painfully obvious that even the stupidest demon in the seventh circle could put two and two together, and every nosy angel in the choir has already whispered about the way satoru lights up like the star of bethlehem when you’re near.
“wait, wait, wait,” one of your girl friends said the day she found out, wide-eyed. “you’re seriously banging satoru gojo? like heaven’s poster boy?”
you grinned smugly. “yep. he’s allll mine.”
“no way. nuh-uh. don’t believe it. how did you bag him?”
before you can answer, satoru popped his head into your room, grinning. “actually, correction. she tempted me.” pointing to himself as if he was offended. “pretty tragic, right? send thoughts and prayers.”
your friend groaned and you threw a pillow at his head.
“why are you like this?” you muttered.
“handsome privilege, god’s will or something.” he said with a wink.
but your father? from satan himself? from lucifer morningstar, the fallen angel, god’s once-favorite and now sworn enemy? oh, he cannot know. not yet. not while he still spits venom every time he so much as hears the word heaven. not while the bitterness of betrayal still lingers sharp in his chest.
keeping it secret from god wasn’t any easier. it’d been extremely difficult keeping a secret from a man who sees all. after all, satoru wasn’t just some angel. he was the strongest, the one who practically radiated divinity, the one god paraded throughout heaven and earth as his honored one.
so you and satoru live in this delicate balance. everyone else is in on the secret except your father and his creator.
it should terrify you. it should feel impossible. and yet…when satoru smiles at you, all six eyes crinkling in that maddeningly boyish way with that big idiot smile, when his wings fold tight around you like a shield, when he mutters ridiculous prayers under his breath just from being next to you—the idea of keeping such a thing hidden feels laughable. though, satoru always laughed it off, claimed he could take on anyone for you—angels, devils, even your dad. which is prob— definitely true. loving him wasn’t a dangerous thing, it was an act of rebellion—a sin that could split the universe in two.
but if love was a sin, you two would gladly burn for it.
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sukuna.
that's the name published next to yours on the list outside your professor's door. your partner for the final project. ugh. you're almost considering emailing and asking for a new partner, sure he was smart but…
"such a fucking nerd," you grumble as you spin around, only to collide into a broad chest.
he's looking down at you, ears read, stuttering out something that sounds like it's supposed to be an apology. he has a death grip on his backpack straps like it's going to save him somehow.
"oh. it's you."
"y-yeah," he mumbles, clearing his throat before continuing. "we're uhm… partners, i guess?"
"well, duh, it's right there on the wall." your eyes narrow, calculating gaze sweeping over him. maybe you could just get him to do the whole thing. he's a bit of a goody two-shoes but with the right motivation, you're sure you can make it happen. "come on."
he freezes, confusion taking over his expression. "what?"
you scoff. "to my dorm, obviously."
despite your attempt to clarify he looks even more confused, maybe even scandalized. "o-oh! i've never… done that, you know? like…" he trails off.
it's your turn to freeze now. dumbfounded that he thought you were inviting him over. and then, you can't stop the shrill sound that tumbles out of you. you're practically doubled over, tears forming, your stomach cramping from how hard you're laughing at him.
"to fucking work— did you seriously think… me? with you?," you're still gasping for air between your words and through the wetness in your eyes you can see the way his face has turned beet-red, and are those drops of sweat on his forehead? "you're hilarious. let's go."
you don't wait for his response, turning and sauntering off. you know he'll be right behind you.
when you get to your dorm you throw your stuff down and crawl on the bed. sukuna takes a seat in the chair at your desk, pulling out his laptop and notebook from his backpack that looks like it's full of 20-pound weights. you're chewing on your bottom lip, lost in thought as you look over him once more.
you're not sure where the tattoos came from, he seems like the last person in the world who'd have them. maybe he had a phase. he's tall, and not terribly skinny, so at least he has that going for him. he definitely needs to learn what deodorant and face wash are though. your eyes scan lower. needs new clothes too. the 12-inch inseam basketball shorts with the graphic t-shirt of some weird anime is clashing real hard. and his shoes. the last person you saw wearing a pair of new balances like that was your grandfather.
your brows furrow. eyes sliding back up his figure again. he's not totally helpless though. he's cute enough to have a little fun with. maybe if you did fuck him he'd do the project for you.
"what do you think?" his words pull you from your trance.
you look at him, expression bored, "about what?"
"my idea for the project."
"ohhh…" you feign understanding, "yeah, yeah, sounds good."
sukuna's watching you closely now, clearly skeptical but too scared to say anything about it. he opens his mouth to explain more about his idea when you shift, turning on your stomach, arms coming together as you prop yourself up. your low-cut tank top already leaves little to the imagination and he's been trying not to stare but now, with the way you're pushing your breasts up, he can't help it.
he swallows loudly, gaze lingering. they look so… soft? he wonders what they'd feel like in his hands. the space between his thighs is starting to warm up, his cheeks burning again. did you know what you were doing?
of course.
did he know that?
of course not.
the naive, not-so-little virgin, with that innocent doe-eyed look on your face, he didn't have a fucking clue.
"go on…" you coo, "tell me more, i wanna hear you talk about it."
your voice was syrupy sweet now, nothing like the sharp way you'd spoke to him earlier. the change was stark enough to give him whiplash. but smart as sukuna was, he felt his brain short-circuiting and he couldn't find the power to try and analyze why you'd switched up. you adjusted your hips giving him a view of your plump ass poking up behind your shoulder.
"uhm… i was, uh, saying that we should—"
you cut him off, patting the bed next to you. "you're so farrrr, i can't hear you. come here."
"o-okay." he grabs his computer, holding it over the half-hard bulge in his shorts before standing and crossing the room.
the mattress dips as he sits on the edge of the bed, stiff as a board.
sukuna can smell your perfume, see the gloss on your lips as your tongue darts out, swiping across them. his pants feel tighter, the tip of his boner poking against the bottom of the laptop. adjusting his hips he tries to get comfortable. instead he gasps, breath hitching as his cockhead rubs against the computer.
you're watching him closely. he's trying to hide it but it's obvious the effect you're having on him. you lean in, head close to his lap as you look up at him expectantly, waiting for him to keep talking.
he coughs, clearing his throat. "i-if we go with my idea, i can design the-"
"mmhmm." you hum in agreement, like you're letting him know you're listening. but why did you have to make it sound like that? pitchy and whiny, when it reaches his ears it sounds closer to a moan than anything.
his cock is throbbing painfully now, a pit forming in his stomach. he needed to get out of there. fast.
"i-i'm not feeling so… good, i think i should go." he's scrambling, words falling out quickly. he moves to shut his laptop but you stop him, resting a hand on his thigh.
"don't go," you plead. "this is too complicated for me," you lie.
you feel his leg tense beneath you and his cock jumps when you squeeze the muscle gently. eyes shut he lets his head fall back, exhaling quietly. "i c-can't— i have to go." you slide your hand higher, inward, so close. not good. he needs you to- "s-stop, i'm gonna—"
"but i need you, sukuna," you pout, looking up at him through your lashes, and fuck, that did it.
his whole body shudders, a pathetic whimper falling from his lips. cock twitching, he can feel the hot cum shooting out and coating the inside of his boxers, seeping through the fabric onto his shorts. chest heaving his hands fly up to cover his face.
you're laughing again.
"you really are a fucking loser."
he's about to stand, utterly mortified, he needs to get home, now. how is he supposed to even look at you ever again? you snatch his laptop away before he can close it and pack it up, tossing it behind you on the bed.
before he can even ask for it back you're pulling out your phone, opening the camera app and snapping a picture of him. his whole body and face are in the frame, stunned, red cheeks and wide eyes, a glaring wet spot at the apex of his shorts.
"w-what are you doing?"
"you look cute," you mock. "you can go now though."
without another word he grabs his shit and starts stumbling to the door. he's got one foot out when you call out to him one more time. he turns, seeing you waving your phone at him, the picture of him pulled up on the screen.
you smile sweetly, but it doesn't reach your eyes. "you can handle this project for the both of us, can't you?"
sukuna nods once before slipping out, slamming the door shut behind him.
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I just want u to know that the pledge night series is so dear to me already. i am over here pacing around theorizing what bullshit theyre gonna get into next … truly wild shenanigans i am sure 🥳 yippee!!!
(The sukuna and toji one was also crazy good i love this series so much 😭)
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thank you for the message! it's so nice to hear that you are enjoying it, that's all i could ever ask for 🥹 i wish i could say that i have some grandiose master plan beyond a few measly big picture bullet points, but that would be a lie. i am honestly raw dogging this whole fic just like gojo is, and letting my strap on guide me to the light.
as for the tojikuna piece, i had SO much fun writing that one :D ngl it is my favorite installment so far and i wrote it in a matter of hours as soon as i had the idea. i'm really excited to write stsg on that snowboarding trip bc i am going to base the entire plot of it off of a frat mountain weekend that I was dragged to by a friend a few years ago. that weekend was a fever dream and honestly, it's the only reason i decided to continue past chapter 2.
i have a pretty good idea of what will happen in the next chapter. i ALSO have a ridiculously vivid vision of gojo in 5 inch inseam shorts, an ugly sweater with a dirty slogan on it or something, and chewing bubble gum. can't wait for you to read it :D
ALSO i read your vampire au wip and i'm loving it so far, reeeaaaallllyy excited to see where it goes
academic rival mean!sukuna teaches fem!reader how to squirt
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part 1 | part 2
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⟢ 7.6k
⟢ cw /// dacryphilia, spit kink, praise kink, heavy degradation kink, humiliation kink, blood, brief violence, public sex, p slapping, p in v sex, rough sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, squirting, unsafe sex, cream pie
a/n: this one really got away from me. enjoy, sluts.
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when picking your humanities elective for the coming semester, you'd based your choice on how unlikely it was that ryoumen sukuna would pick it too.
foundational ethics. perfect.
maybe you should be relieved that he's interested in ethics, maybe he's on a journey of self discovery and improvement. it could be for any number of wonderful reasons that sukuna is sitting on the opposite end of the front row on the first day of class.
but you know better— you're not sure how he'd figured it out, but that fucker knew that you'd be in this class. you'd bet money on it. you feel his eyes on you for nearly the entire lecture, only looking away occasionally to pretend that he's paying attention.
you avoid him at all costs, which is hard since you always end up at the same places. that part is no different from before, except that it is completely different now— because whatever the fuck it is between you two, is real now. the unspoken rivalry between had been forever changed that night into something much, much worse— and to make matters even worse, you don't regret it either. you had needed a good fuck. still, that doesn't change that you can't fucking stand the guy.
if you'd thought he was following you before, now you're sure of it.
he starts picking different seats in lecture, still in the front row, but moving closer and closer to your side. the behavior goes on for a week until one day, you see him bee-lining for the empty spot right next to you, the one that your friend usually sits in.
you act fast, and move your backpack onto the chair before he can get close. still, he approaches, and speaks to you for the first time since that night.
"oh c'mooon, i'll tell you all the answers to the questions." it's the last thing you'd expected to come out of his mouth, and you scoff at him.
"i don't need your help," again, "thanks."
just as he opens his mouth to spit back whatever stupid comeback he's come up with, the person sitting behind you gets up and moves to a different seat. he tracks the movement, you don't need to turn around to know what's happened.
"don't you fucking dare."
"or what?" the deja-vu stuns you, and you find your body reacting the exact same way as before— a shamefully quick reaction of blood rushing to your core and your mouth hanging open uselessly. nothing.
he sidesteps and slides into the seat right behind you. his long legs are as far apart as the armrests will allow, and your head is right in the middle of his knees. you feel your heart beat rabbiting in your chest. he leans down into your ear, close enough to smell mint on his breath, and whispers.
"yeah, that's what i thought, princess." it makes your skin crawl, he laughs, low, before pulling away. you choose not to reply, you'd have to turn around to do that, and you don't trust yourself not to stare at his crotch which would be perfectly at eye level.
the class passes by at the speed of a crawl; you spend it distracted by the heat radiating from his legs, and exasperated by the answers breathed out into your ear before you have a chance to even raise your hand. you wish you could turn around smack some sense into him.
the next week, like divine intervention, you're assigned to work on a project together, and that's when the emails start. immediately.
princess,
i'll be in the library tonight, the usual spot ;)
he would've whispered his message in your ear if he hadn't been late that day— the only open seats had been in the back row. you turn your laptop a few degrees, ensuring that he can see the screen— you know his eyes are glued to you— and delete the email. then another—
princess,
you can't avoid me forever
you delete it—
brat,
seems like you need to relax again, need a hand?
you whip your head around, and find him in the far back corner. the gall, the audacity, and you don't know what you expected. your fingers fly across the keyboard as you type a reply.
mr. ryoumen,
it is in our best interest to complete our portions separately to avoid unnecessary conflict. reply by end of day with what you will contribute, and i will do the rest.
i would advise you to not email me again except for strictly academic purposes, and with decorum. much appreciated.
you hit send, close your email, and try your best to focus on the lecture— a difficult feat considering the red eyes searing a gaping hole through the back of your skull. several minutes go by and your phone buzzes in your backpack, then again several seconds later, and a third time. you fish it out of the side pocket to quickly silence it, fully intending to put it away immediately, but you stop when you see three texts from an unknown number.
you spare a quick glance up at the professor to make sure that she is turned away before hastily unlocking your phone behind your laptop screen.
[unknown]: you write emails like a 50 year old. and mr.? freeeaaky
[unknown]: and maybe take your number out of your signature, princess
[unknown]: never know who might abuse it ;)
every vertebrae straightens, stacks perfectly vertical, like you stuck your fingers in a god damn electrical socket. how could you have forgotten to take out your automatic signature? you internally curse yourself, how could you have been so careless? you hear him snicker at your reaction, drawing the attention of the professor who gives him a stern look.
you block his number, and start drafting yet another stern email.
ryoumen,
allow me to be more clear. do not contact me via text, phone call, social media, mail, passed notes, nor any other method that is not email, and only for academic purposes when you must.
as per my last email, i expect your reply regarding our project by end of day.
and stop calling me that.
you make sure to leave the prefix off his name, and delete your phone number from your signature before hitting send. your phone buzzes again on your lap not even thirty seconds later:
kuna paid you $4.20 - does this count? unlink your # from venmo, silly girl - your venmo balance is now $4.20.
you can't fucking do this, you're going to kill him. you're going to wrap manicured fingers around his neck, squeeze, and fucking kill him. instead, you huff, close your laptop louder than intended, and storm out of the lecture hall.
you're stalking down the hallway, shoulders drawn up tight near your ears, muttering under your breath— assholeassholeassholefuckingassholegoddamnmotherfuckingasshole. your blood is pumping, fists balled at your sides, backpack bouncing with every heavy step. needless to say, you're distracted, and you don't see him chasing after you until you turn around in the elevator to press the button for the ground floor.
"ryoumen sukuna, don't fucking do it! I swear to fucking god!" You're mashing the close door button, so hard you wonder briefly if you might break it— it would be more than worth it. like a scene out of indiana jones, he turns sideways and just barely slides through before the doors close behind him. you breathe the same air for a moment as he towers over you.
"hey—" you don't let him finish, you swing at him with a white-knuckled fist, your mind a blur of adrenaline and blinding, red-hot fury. you've never punched anyone before, but this seems as good a time as any to start. he catches it in his palm without even flinching, as if you hadn't put the weight of every cell in your body into that hit. "don't swing so wide, i saw that comin' a mile away." he's fucking laughing at you when he says it.
you take his advice though, and keep your other arm tight to your body to land a direct hit square across his lips. it's not as hard as you'd have liked, but it'll do. he stumbles back a step, stunned, and lets go of your other fist to swipe across his bottom lip. he pulls it away to see red smeared across his thumb.
you hadn't meant to bust his lip, but it's too late now, and you hate to say it, but he looks even hotter with blood on his stupid, perfect face. he stares at you, like he's looking straight into your soul, he watches your chest puff out in your tank top with each exasperated breath. you're high on it, it's like something out of an action movie, and the eye contact is electric. the air is charged with it, a million things racing through your head, and the elevator lurches beneath you both. he brings his thumb back to his lips to suck off the blood with a groan. he's so hot that it fucking hurts, and it only pisses you off even more, something that's written all over your face.
"god, you're so pretty when you're angry," he says, all shallow breaths and eyes on fire. every bit of pent-up indignation in your entire being boils over again, and you lunge at him. you slam him back against the wall with a forearm against his windpipe, and his head makes a loud thud as it makes contact. the impact splashes a drop of blood onto your cheek, and he grins, teeth stained with more of it. "even prettier now, princess."
"i told you to stop fucking calling me that." you're seething at him, gritting your teeth, simmering with a rage you've never felt before, and you pull your forearm back just the slightest bit only to slam him back again. he grunts, all the while, the elevator keeps falling.
his head's tilted back at an awkward ankle, he doesn't reply, and he doesn't push you off either. instead, his eyes flit sideways and you follow his line of sight to the panel of buttons— you know exactly what's crossing his mind.
"sukuna, absolutely fucking not!—" you scream it right it in his face, but he flashes that all-too-familiar stupid smirk again, and his hand darts out for the emergency stop button before you can smack it out of the air.
the elevator comes to a screeching halt around you both, the lights go out and leave you in darkness, before red emergency lights flicker to life. you stumble at the rapid deceleration, and you manage to catch yourself with a step forward between his legs, but only to feel a growing bulge against your thigh. a dial tone rings from the speaker next to the call button.
"oops, my hand slipped."
"are you seriously turned on by this? you've gotta be fucking kidding." he bites his lip at that and winces, and his tongue darts out to gather the new blood that had seeped out.
"of course," he's looking down at your through half-lidded eyes, pupils as wide as saucers, "it's you, princess." the line connects to the 911 operator and a calm voice comes from the speaker.
"911, what is your emergency?"
sukuna speaks before you can, clear as day as if he doesn't have a crushing weight on his neck.
"we're fine, just hit the stop button by accident, no rush!"
"wait—!" the line disconnects before you can tell her that there is definitely a reason to rush. yeah, if you don't hurry i might do something that sends me to jail for the rest of my life. "do you have a fucking death wish or something?"
"if i say yes, would you do it?" even with a busted lip, the guy's still as cheeky as ever.
"in a fucking heart beat," you say it without even a hint of amusement in your voice. you ease your forearm off his neck with a defeated sigh though, and back away to lean against the opposite wall. "and stay over there, don't test me."
he throws his hands up in front of his chest, palms toward you, as if he didn't fully intend to follow you. "i'll be good." you throw him a glare, what a fucking joke.
the red light makes the blood dripping down his chin and off his jaw look jet black. it's staining his shirt too, and you'd never admit it to him, but you can feel yourself getting wet as you watch it bloom across the fabric stretched taut against his chest.
he sees you looking, and lets you get away with it, too. he's got plenty more time to tease you before emergency services arrive. "you got something right there." he gestures to his own cheek.
you wipe your thumb where he'd indicated, and pull it back to find his blood there, "gross."
"oh yeah? and who's fault is that, princess?" you ignore his taunting, shrug off your backpack, and slide down the wall with a groan. he continues as you rifle through your bag, "you throw a mean punch by the way."
"stop talking to me." you wipe your thumb on a napkin.
"oh c'mooon, who knows how long we'll be here, you really wanna sit in silence the whole time?" he takes a seat as well, one leg stretched out in front of him and the other propped up so his outstretched arm can rest lazily on his knee, his other hand massages his neck.
"and who's fault is that?"
he shrugs, "touche," tips his head back against the wall and stares at the ceiling, finally listening for once.
thirty minutes of torturous silence crawl by, and still no help arrives. you feel yourself going stir-crazy inside your own skull, and you clear your throat then speak before thinking better of it.
"why me?" his head snaps up from where he'd been staring down at his lap, and a smug smile is already tugging at the corners of his lips again.
"because you're the prettiest princess i've ever seen." you narrow your eyes and grimace at him.
"you're fucking insufferable, be serious for once."
"oh shut up, you love it." you don't reply, knowing he has more to say. "and i'm always serious."
you snort at that, "yeah, right," the words are dripping in sarcasm.
"whatever, believe me or don't, see if i care." there he is. "and another thing. you," he points a finger in your direction, "are fun to tease, you react." he laughs softly to himself and shrugs before daring to add yet another reason that you should crush his wind pipe again— "and you're a squirter."
you manage to resist the primal urge to kick him. "I am not a fucking," you raise both hands to use air quotes,"squirter."
he laughs obnoxiously at that, "yeah, you are. you've got a super soaker pussy, sweetheart."
you can't tell whether that's better than princess, but you don't dwell on it long. "jesus christ. you're so vulgar." he presses on—
"okay, what would you have called it? i know the janitor would agree with me, too." the corner of his red-stained lips twitch, "i mean, you fuckin' soaked me."
"a fluke."
he perks up at that. "a fluke? what do you mean 'fluke'?" there's a knowing glint in his eyes, like he's finally putting together all the pieces that you hadn't meant to give, and you know instantly that you'd said too much. "princess, are you saying what i think you're saying?" you don't reply at first, only look down at your hands. how did i get here? and why do i have to be here with this piece of shit with legs?
his torso leans forward the slightest bit. "don't get all shy now, you sayin' you'd never squirted before?" yeah. his voice is dripping with condescension, and he's got this disgusting look of smug accomplishment smeared across his face.
"no, that's not what i'm saying," you lie. you refuse to look at him, and you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing the panic in your eyes, but it's written all over his face regardless— he can see right through you.
"i think, no, i know, that's exactly what you're saying, don't lie to me." there's an edge to his voice, something sharp that reminds you of that night in the library—
nasty fuckin' bitch.
you can't believe those words came out of his mouth. that's a lie, you can believe, it's sukuna. even worse, you can't believe that you liked it. more than like, you loved it. like music to your fucking ears. "i'm not lying."
"yeah, you are. stop doin' it." he pushes again when you stay silent, "i'm not stupid, don't treat me like i am."
"i never said that." you say, a concession, but there's still a bite to it. you know he's not stupid, he's just as smart as you, too clever and conniving for his own good, for your own good. you've always been stubborn. like a spoiled brat, he'd said.
"okay, then admit i'm right. say i'm the only one who's ever made you squirt," and you know it's not a request. "i already know it's true, so just say it." something snaps, a rubber band finally stretched too far, beyond its limit.
"fine. you're right, you're the only one who's ever made me squirt, happy now?" there's ice in your veins. you're staring at him now, watching a sinister glint in his eyes flicker to life. "now drop it." the asshole that comes after remains unspoken, buts it's implied, and understood. he doesn't seem to care.
"yeah, i am happy," and he looks the part too. he clenches his outstretched fist and relaxes it, then smiles down at his lap. "you wanna learn—"
"i said drop it."
"don't be like that, don't you wanna feel good?—"
"sukuna." he chooses to ignore your (half-hearted) warning.
"—i could teach you. tutor you, princess."
"you? tutor me?" you can't help but laugh, "do you think i'm stupid?"
"academically, no…" he knows he doesn't need to finish that thought, you know exactly what he's implying.
you draw your knees into your chest, hide your face behind them, and hug your shins. he's like a bully, he is a bully. why does he have to be right?
"look at me." you don't, "hey," and you still don't. then— "princess, please look at me." you finally do, you glare at him, you frown at him, your nostrils flare, you put on your angriest face, but you can feel the prick of a tear at your waterline. he's got his legs crossed in front of him now, and he's resting one hand on the tile floor, the other on his knee. "i'm sorry, that was uncalled for. really." you sniffle.
"yeah. it was." it's all you can manage right now, and you look down at the floor. an apology sounds weird when it comes from ryoumen sukuna's mouth, like it doesn't belong there, but it somehow feels sincere. you hate that.
"you're not stupid academically, you're not stupid in any other way either, but…" he trails off for a moment, sucks his teeth and bobs his head back and forth a few times, like he's trying to phrase something delicately. "it sounds like you still have some things to learn, and i could help you with that."
you hate sukuna, you hate him so much, but god, did he make you feel good. he'd gotten in your head that night, even more than before, every filthy thing he'd said had played on repeat like a broken record. you could barely even sit in the library without thinking about him, all the things he did, could do again. you couldn't count the number of times you'd caught yourself staring at the table he'd bent you over, fucked you to tears on. you'd started bringing an extra pair of panties with you, knowing you'd ruin them with your wandering thoughts, wandering eyes.
then he'd walk by, you'd see him, and he'd see you, and you'd swear he could read your mind like an open book. it'd happened too many times to be a coincidence. you're fun to tease, you react.
your eyes trail to his hands as they flex, veiny and big, the one's that had gripped your hips like you were trying to run, the one's that he'd had you drooling all over, and you swallow something that tastes like shame. you react. yeah, you can feel your body reacting alright. warmth floods you, from your cheeks to your pussy. you can feel the way you start to leak, start to throb painfully, and your cunt thinks faster than your brain can—
"you really think you'd be a good teacher? that i could do, um— it again?" you can't believe you just said that, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth, like it can snatch the words right out of the air and stuff them back down your throat. he looks like he can't believe it either, but the dumbfounded look on his face is quickly replaced with a smirk, and then he's moving, crawling.
he's close, maybe a foot from your half-hidden face. the blood on his face is dried, smudged away from his lips, his lips, his lips, and you realize you're staring at them. sukuna gingerly lifts your shielding hand away to lace his fingers through yours, and you hold your breath.
"i know you can," its a whisper, hot on your nose and across your cheeks, "want me to prove it?" you blink slow, doe-eyed, it's dead quiet, and he patiently watches the gears turn in your pretty little head. he doesn't have to wait long.
"yes," you nod your head slowly, not sure of who you're trying to convince. his eyes dance back and forth between your's, giving you a few seconds to change your mind— and he's taking too long. "i said yes. so prove it." and there's no more hesitation. his hands are on your knees, pushing your legs apart to make room for himself, and he surges forwards to find your lips.
he's kissing you, ryoumen sukuna is kissing you, and you're kissing back. it's happening again, the memory you'd been reliving in your dreams every night, waking up drenched in sweat and fucking soaked. his tongue traces your bottom lip and you meet it halfway, slipping your own out to glide against his on the next slide across your lips. your hands find his shoulders, they squeeze, they move up to his nape and down to his bicep, and you pull him closer, deeper. you wrinkle your nose at the taste of iron, at least at first, but after only a few seconds of it on your tongue, you're fucking addicted. it sounds wet, sloppy, just how you know he likes it. one of his hands finds your waistband, the other wedges itself under your ass to lift your hips, he's tugging your shorts down in one smooth motion, and you let him. he tosses them away, and they find a new home on the other side of the elevator.
he wastes no time, a light hand, light fingers, graze up the inside of your thigh, and you sigh into the kiss. he indulges you for a few moments longer, drinks in your cute little sounds, before trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses across your jaw and down to your neck. your soft breaths are let loose, echoing off the four walls of the tiny space.
"you gotta start off slow, really let yourself feel." he's muffled by your neck, and his other hand leaves your shin to cup the opposite side, firm, a thumb stroking gently. he takes his time, savors it, like you're delicate. maybe you are. he moves, hot breath and hot tongue, up to your ear, and nips at the lobe, pulls gently as he grins with it.
"ah! what the fu—"
his mouth stays there, he shushes you, turns his head in, and his tongue darts out to draw a line around the outer cartilage. oh. it brings a gasp, it a completely new sensation that has your pussy making a disgusting mess. you find yourself baring your neck, giving him better access for whatever terrifying new obsession he's about to gift you.
"thaaat's it, relax baby." you don't know if you can be any more relaxed than you already are, but find your answer when he lays a flat lick across your entire ear. your whole body shivers, you slump, but he keeps you up with the hand still on your throat, the other leaving your thigh to pull you back up by your under arm, and he knows he's got you right where he wants you. he's laughing softly right into your ear, the shape of a smirk pricking at the corners of his lips
deft finger tips move back down to trace the seam of your cunt through your panties, and your hips buck up off the floor. "sukuna, please. just—just touch me already." it's whiny, shamefully desperate. he's barely done anything and he already has you pliant, a puddle on the floor.
"patience princess, you can be good, right?" all the while, he doesn't stop, keeping you there, "a good student?" heat rushes to your face, your ears where he's still lingering so close. you only nod, an mm— mhm. "use your words." his tone is calm now, steady, quiet. even still, his breath is fanning across your ear, stoking a fire in your core.
"yesss," its more of an exhale than a word, "i can be good for you." he hums approvingly and you swear you can feel the vibrations where his lips are hovering, ghosting. and then they're not, and the tip of his tongue is dipping in, mapping the inner curvature of your ear, still on the edge but enough to feel like you're in a wind tunnel. it is so loud, so good, so intoxicating, so— fuck. it shouldn't feel like this, your chest is rising and falling and you feel like you might melt. he must sense it too, because his hand leaves your pussy, grazing your clit as it goes, and moving up your abdomen with an open palm. he lifts your shirt over your head, then your bra, leaving you bare, open. he holds one of your tits, rolls your nipple between calloused fingers, tugs at it lightly, then goes back in to pinch hard. you choke on your own spit as you practically squeak, you try to grab at his wrist, it's too much, but he bats your hand away before reattaching to your nipple.
"you're sensitive, baby, let me show you," and so you let him. his hand on your neck leaves to find your other nipple, to mirror the other's movements. another lick on your ear, another gasp, another pinch. this time, you moan. "see? told ya" you're too far gone to tell him off for that, your brain feels like liquid sloshing around in your skull. you barely hear him as he briefly leaves your ear to spit in his hand, transfer some to his other, then back to your nipples. he keeps going, rhythmically shifting from circles, to soft twists, light tugs. the spit makes it all so much sweeter, warm honey all over, and you need more, need him.
"sukuunaaa—ah!" just like that, one hand moves back down to your pussy, cupping it, pressing, middle finger gliding right over your entrance. you try to tug at your panties, try to get them off, to let him in, but he swats your hand away again.
"told you to be patient didn't i? you're a bad listener." just like that, he's mean again, a bully, your bully, and you're overcome with a wave of that all too familiar stubbornness.
"i'm a great listener, you're just a bad teacher. touch me." you kick your leg out, knee right into his rib cage, a taste, a promise, of what you'll do if he doesn't. you really shouldn't push, you know what he's capable of, but you find that you want him to snap, to break. when he pulls your panties down, when you feel the cool air hit your cunt, you think you've won, but you're dead wrong.
his hand is back, light as a feather, teasing, and you want to scream. you extend your legs to close them around his torso, to yank him in, but he doesn't budge. instead, he pinches your nipple again—
"then act like it." there's a finality to it, and you're obedient. just like that, like he'd pressed a button, maybe he did, because his fingers are on your clit almost instantly. you mewl, you squirm, you press into his touch. he clicks his tongue disapprovingly, and lays a slap across your cunt.
"fuck!" its shrill, probably echoes up and down the elevator shaft. hell, they probably heard it back in the lecture hall. he's laughing again, trailing kisses back down your neck, then up, then your jaw, and back to your lips. it's soft, in time with the torturous circles on your clit. his other hand leaves your nipple, and you finally think he's giving you what you want, but he only pushes your thighs further apart, open for him. he pulls away to look down—
he's tracing circles around your entrance too, like he's considering it, his other hand still lazy on your clit. you can't help it, you writhe, desperate for anything he's willing to give. "you're noisy." he's stroking up and down lazily, and you're practically already on the edge. "you're easy. i've barely done anything princess, just relax for me." he's back at your ear for an instant, "let me show you what you can do." and he's gone again. soft, swollen, red-stained lips close around your already raw nipple. you arch into it, wanting more, wanting less, it feels like he's everywhere, no inch of your skin left untouched.
he sucks it between his teeth, rolls it around there, swirls his tongue a few times, lets the sharp edges graze just barely— and he's gone again.
and finally, finally, he squeezes a single finger inside. you gasp, like a flood gate opening, yesyesyeyesyes. you say it outloud too, but he's completely enraptured, fixated on your cunt swallowing him up. "look at that, look." his finger leaves your clit and and it's on the back of your head, pushing it forward, forcing you to watch what he's doing to you. it's obscene, fractals of slick making a mess of your thighs, it's all over his hand too. "she's desperate for it, isn't she?"
every bit of i hate you ryoumen sukuna, has completely left your mind, your entire being. you're at his mercy, and his finger is moving, then it's quickly joined by a second. when he lets go of your head, it's because he trusts you to keep watching as he takes you apart piece by piece. your obedience is met with praise, too, just as you'd hoped.
"good fuckin' girl, just like that. so good for me," and he curls his fingers. it's like a jolt of electricity, you clench around him, every atom around your entire skeleton, like your body is trying to wring itself dry. then, his other hand is on your navel, pressing down from the outside. "feel that?" his fingers are hooked, almost like they're around your pelvis, but not; they're sitting just beyond it, massaging achingly slow.
"yes—" it's breathless, hopeless, everything you've ever needed, and still not enough.
"this," he punctuates it with a even slower, harder, grind up against that spot, "is where you gotta press."
"sukuna, pl— ease, need it faster." you've got a death grip on the wrist between your legs, trying to pull him in deeper, but it's no use, he may as well be a brick wall. still, he seems to take pity on his helpless girl.
"ok, pretty girl, ok." his fingers speed up inside you, fucking in and out of you, curling, pressing down harder on your tummy, and you're moaning for him. his biceps are flexing with each thrust, faster and faster, and his other thumb splays to your clit, and you finally feel yourself building. your whole body flexes and twitches, you're all sighs and delicate groans, each one punched out of you easily.
"m'gonna cum, fasterfasterfasterpleasefaster." he listens, doing everything exactly the same, just quicker, better. it all builds to something incredible, you feel a familiar pressure, something only he could give you, and you're starved for it. your abdomen rolls with each step closer, and just when you're about to tip over the edge, it's gone.
you're empty, both of his hands leaving you wanting and leaking. you kick him.
"What the fuck?" It's punctuated with a foot to his shoulder. he only laughs as he's shoved back against the opposite wall. your chest is heaving with your ruined orgasm, snatched right out from under you, and he's fucking laughing.
"show me what you learned." he is the worst teacher you've ever had, and he's unzipping his own pants. oh.
"ryoumen sukuna, you are a fucking pervert." he only grins back at you and nods real slow as he takes himself out of his boxers. woah. you'd felt how big it was, felt how thick it was, but this? you can't believe that was inside you, how he didn't break you. you know your shock is written all over your face, your eyes are probably popping out of your skull.
the tip has a heavy bead of precum that's stretching toward the floor, he catches it in his palm before it falls, and wraps his fist around the base. he squeezes as he strokes once, collects more precum at the tip, and back down. a groans comes with it. the mix of precum and your own slick on his cock makes a sound that could only be described as sinful, it covers you completely, spurs a visceral reaction that puts you in a trance and has more arousal seeping out of you.
and his eyes are glued to it. you snap your legs closed as soon as you realize where he's looking, needlessly shy all of a sudden. he wedges the toe of his shoe between your's, just the slightest pressure there.
"i said show me." his voice is so much deeper than before, louder than when he'd been in your ear, and rough. your body listens before you do, and you slowly let your legs fall back open. you even spread yourself with two fingers in a 'v'. "mmm, good girl. go ahead, just how i taught you."
you squeeze your eyes shut, humiliation washing over every inch of you, and you slip a single finger inside—
"other hand. give me a good view" god this man, but you swallow your pride and retreat back to a 'v' for him. "gooood girl, good girl." you hear him start pumping himself, slow and lazy, obscene schlicks filling the elevator. "start with one," and so you do.
you start slow, in and out, in, out, and you sigh for him. he's humming softly, egging you on. you slip in a second finger—
"didn't say you could do that." you grit your teeth at that and your eyes snap open.
"get over it, they're barely bigger than just one of your's." his gaze is heated, it's on your face, then your chest, and back to your cunt. he lets you get away with the blatant disrespect, sated by the effect your words have on his already inflated ego. he's watching intently, fist on his cock in time with the pace of your fingers, as fast as he'll let you get away with it. you close your eyes again, rest your head back against the cold wall, and do your best to focus, to ignore his heavy breaths and the lewd sound of his pumps.
you try curling them, searching for the spot he'd shown you. he knows you've found it when you moan so pretty and broken, but it's still just not right. the angle's all wrong, you can barely graze it, no chance of massaging it. your cunt starts to slip under your fingers, too slick, too hot. you readjust, press harder, stretch wider, and he groans; you squeeze your eyes tighter, desperate to forget that he's watching.
you feel hopeless, pathetic that you can't even make yourself squirt. it's no use, and cute little huffs of frustration tell him that you're not getting anywhere on your own.
"what's wrong princess?" he says, strained, but it's seeped in fake concern.
"you." you're shaking your head, knees drawing in just slightly, and he clicks his tongue disapprovingly.
"tsk, c'mon," and nudges your legs apart again, "because i'm watching? nah, i don't think that's it." he already knows the answer, he just wants to hear you say it. all the while, you hear his own hand speed up. hypocrite. you open your eyes again to give him a death glare. he's got his head tilted back against the wall too, and he's stroking himself, twisting ever so slightly, with both hands. it only serves to remind you how big he is, how far he could reach.
"because you're watching," the fingers spreading your cunt slip again when you try to go deeper, and you feel tears pricking at your waterline again as you try to find a better grip. "and, you're a shitty teacher." you both understand that for what it is; a challenge. his eyes finally meet yours, dark and blown wide, and he's between your legs again.
"you are such a brat, you know that?" he pulls your fingers out, and quickly replaces them with his own, hard and mean. you gasp, you pull your other hand away, but he yanks it back by the wrist. "gotta do everything myself, this hand," he guides you back to spread your cunt for him, "stays here." he curls his fingers inside you and a single tear rolls down your cheek as you push down onto it, a moan caught in your throat. "and this hand," he grabs your other, and guides it back between your legs, "plays with your clit."
"i— fuck," he's holding your fingers there, making sure they're moving just right, "I couldn't do that while giving you a show, you fuck—ing pervert." you can barely get the words out, your orgasm already crawling back to you as he's finally giving you what you need, what only he can give.
"that's just simple supply and demand," he's got one of those stupid signature ryoumen sukuna smirks on his lips as he looks down at you falling apart fast. you're flinching, whining, like it's all too much. each thrust of his hand creates a disgusting squelch against your cunt, and it only gets louder as your moans get more delicate, pathetic.
your vision drifts, from the ceiling, the wall, his eyes locked on your cunt, and finally to his cock, flushed, leaking, pretty, and suddenly his fingers aren't nearly big enough.
"sukuna," he doesn't look up, too focused, "sukuna, fuck me." that's snaps him out of his trance.
"wha— what?" he stills, he actually looks surprised, like this wasn't his plan from the start.
"you wanna teach me how to squirt? then fuck me." you grab his dick with the hand still drawing circles on your clit, a string of slick stretching along with it, and pull, he nearly stumbles. still, he lets you guide him to your pussy.
"shit, hold on," he reaches behind his back to tug his shirt over his head, and then braces one palm on the wall behind your head, the other on your hips to guide you down onto him. "fuck, princess, s'so tight." he's barely got the head in, and you're already aching. it's obscene, the way your cunt stretches around him, like it's the first time. you're clenching, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. he's not doing much better either, eyes closed, mouth hanging open on a throaty groan, as he slowly, slowly, bottoms out. his face falls into your neck, opposite his hand on the wall, and pants into it. you can hear his nostrils flaring each time he exhales right onto your pulse point.
you wraps your legs around the backs of his thighs, helping him grind into you, and he's hitting that spot just right. his whole body is rigid at first, almost like he's savoring it, or, holding himself back? you buck forward impatiently, "what are you wai-"
he draws back and cuts you off when he snaps forward again deep, then again, again, and again, each time more brutal than the last. "you are so fuckin'," the grip on your hip moves to your inner thigh and pushes your legs impossibly wider, knees at either side of your chest,"impatient." you find your clit again without having to be told to this time, already driven to the point of cock drunk blind obedience, completely mindless, incoherent babbling falling from bitten lips. "that's my girl, mmm just like that, perfect."
his thrusts punch gasps and moans out of your lungs, each more pornographic and ugly than the last. you'd tried to stifle them at first, but you're quickly growing less and less aware of your surroundings, or maybe you just don't care anymore. maybe you want them to hear, to know that ryoumen sukuna is fucking every dumb thought out of your pretty little head.
you don't know when more tears started to fall, but they're flowing like a waterfall now. you can barely see him through glassy eyes that threaten to meet the back of your skull as his cock bullies your cervix, like he wants it to hurt. you barely hear a fuckin' crybaby muttered under his breath. you sob, you whine, you fucking love it.
"sukuna, oh my god, s'so deep—" he lifts off the wall and his palm shuts you up, covers your entire jaw and chin, gets soaked with your drool.
"stop fuckin' squealin', it's pissing me off," he puts his body weight on your face, uses it for leverage as he fucks you into a pathetic, sobbing puddle, "you sound like a fuckin' slut." it forces your head down at an awkward angle, forces you to watch him split your cunt in half.
"you are so. fuckin'. easy. you know that?" he leans in, right in your face, close enough to see a bead of sweat funneling a rivulet down his temple. it tints jet black as it runs over the dried blood still on his cheek. your eyes are wide, glazed over, as you strain to look up at him through thick, wet lashes, "you think you're so high n' mighty princess, but i know what you really are—" his hips speed up, fuck you back into the wall, disgusting, wet, skin on skin, "my stupid fuckin' whore."
you don't have the willpower, the self-respect, to argue with him anymore. your ego completely dissolves with the rest of you.
"you gonna cum for me baby? i know you can do it." he let's go of the hand on your thigh in favor of holding you down again, bracing on your navel and trapping your wrist under it. the stretch pulls your hood back, clit peeking out, tortured by your own fingers. it's too intense, your legs seize, try to shut him out again, "keep your fuckin' legs open bitch, i wanna see it." he lets go of your tummy only briefly to force your legs back apart with a quick, cruel shove, then pins you down again, and your free hand immediately loops under one of your knees.
all you can manage is a tearful, nod, a whimpered, muffled please behind his spit-soaked hand.
"go ahead princess, mmm, n' make it sloppy this time." you're almost thankful for the grip on your face when you cum— he can't see your whole face, it would only add to the cruel embarrassment, fuel his sadistic satisfaction at forcing such a reaction out of you. as if the release that gushes out of you, that soaks him just the way he'd taught you, isn't humiliating enough, the way he fucking laughs at you is so much worse. "told ya."
he fucks you through it, makes a mess of you, until he bottoms out with one last kick of his hips. he paints your walls, hot and thick ropes filling you until he's leaking out of you. he finally eases his weight off your face, falls into your neck, and places a slow, wet kiss there as he waits for your heartbeats to slow.
after several long moments, he pulls away to admire his work— your tear-stained face, your running mascara, a sheen of drool over the entire lower half, and he tilts his head and smiles. "see? super soaker pussy."
you have no energy left in your body to slap him.
"oh, and—" he takes you by your chin, tilts your gaze up to where the elevator walls meet the ceiling, and that's when you see it, a tiny flashing red light.
The only time Satoru sees Suguru is when he stares at the mess of black hair splayed across his pillow while he sleeps. Not in a creepy way though. Nope.
Everything is great between them, in fact, they've never been better. They are fine.
They are not fine.
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toji’s got this sick obsession with that little bulge in your tummy every time he fucks you into oblivion. sprawled across his sagging mattress in that grimy apartment, the air heavy with the stench of sweat and raw, animalistic lust, he’s got you splayed wide, legs hooked over his broad shoulders, your thighs quaking like they’re about to give out.
his cock—fuck, it’s a goddamn monster.
thick as your wrist, veined and heavy, with a fat, flushed tip that’s already drooling precum, slicking up your soaked pussy with every brutal thrust. the way it curves just right, it’s like a battering ram against your insides, stretching you so wide it burns, the obscene wet slap of his balls against your ass echoing in the room.
your cunt is a mess, dripping down your thighs. and toji’s grinning like a bastard, of course. all teeth and hunger, as he watches that faint swell in your lower belly rise and fall with each punishing drive of his hips.
the bedframe’s screaming, wood splintering under the force, and your gasps are swallowed by the filthy, filthy symphony of skin on skin.
“fuuuuck, ma, you see that shit?” toji snarls, his voice all gravel and venom, one hand pressing down on that bulge, feeling the outline of his cock buried deep.
“that’s me rearrangin’ your fuckin’ guts, doll. takin’ every goddamn inch like a good girl.”
his eyes are wild, locked on the way your tits bounce and your body jolts, pussy clenching so tight it’s like you’re trying to snap his dick off. he slows his thrusts, dragging it out, grinding his hips so the pressure’s unbearable, making you whimper and squirm.
“poor thing, you cryin’ already? can’t handle this fat cock splittin’ you open?” he leans in close, breath hot and teeth grazing your jaw as he growls, “tough shit, sweetheart. i’m gonna wreck this pretty pussy till you’re beggin’ me to stop.”
he doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath. toji yanks out, leaving your hole gaping and pulsing, and you let out a desperate whine that makes him chuckle, dark and nasty.
“mmm, would you look at that?” he mutters, sliding down until his face is level with your dripping cunt. “this pretty little thing is just beggin’ for me.”
his rough fingers spread you wide, exposing your swollen clit, slick and glistening. he dives in like a man starved—tongue lashing with no mercy—slurping up the mess of your arousal.
“shit— you taste like fuckin’ heaven,” he groans, voice muffled as he sucks your clit into his mouth, hard enough to make your hips buck.
your hands claw at his hair, tugging, but he’s unmovable, his grip on your thighs bruising, tongue plunging into your hole, fucking you with wet, sloppy strokes until you’re screaming.
“toji—fuck, please, i can’t—!” you sob, but he just laughs, the vibration sending shocks through your core.
“can’t? uh-uh, you’re gonna squirt all over my fuckin’ face, baby,” he growls, fingers rubbing tight, ruthless circles on your clit until you’re gushing, a hot, wet flood soaking his mouth, dripping down his chin as he laps it up like a dog.
“that’s my fuckin’ girl,” he says, pulling back to admire the mess, your slick coating his lips, his chin glistening. “tch, look at that. fuckin’ drowned me, and i’m still thirsty.”
he’s back on you before you can blink, crawling up, cock bobbing heavy and dripping, the veins pulsing as he lines up and slams back in, no warning, no gentleness. the stretch is obscene, your walls fluttering, struggling to take him, and he’s laughing again, low and cruel.
“this cunt’s so tight, she’s suckin’ me dry,” he grunts, hips snapping so hard the bed groans in protest.
that bulge is back, and he’s fixated, pressing his palm down, groaning at how deep he’s buried. “feel that, doll? gonna carve my name in this pussy.”
his thrusts are relentless, each one driving deeper, the tip smashing against your cervix, sending white-hot pain and pleasure spiking through you.
“toji, baby—slow down, i’m gonna—!” you’re cut off by your own scream as he angles his hips, hitting that sweet spot that makes your vision go black.
“slow down? fuck that,” he snaps, voice dripping with mockery. “you’re gonna take it how i give it, and you’re gonna fuckin’ love it, got it?”
his thrusts turn erratic, cock throbbing thicker, the wet squelch of your pussy mixing with his cum-heavy balls slapping your ass.
“gonna fill this pussy up, ma,” he pants, sweat dripping from his brow onto your chest. “gonna make sure you’ll feel it for days.”
one last brutal thrust and he’s spilling, hot, thick ropes flooding your insides. cock pulsing as he grinds deep, forcing every drop to stay buried. you’re convulsing, another gush of slick soaking the sheets, your pussy milking him so hard he groans—loud and raw—collapsing against you.
“fuck— you’re a goddamn mess,” toji mutters, voice hoarse but smug, still buried deep as he watches his cum leak out around his shaft. he pulls back slow, admiring the creamy mess, then slaps your thigh, making you jump.
“don’t get comfy, doll. i’m fuckin’ you again soon as i catch my breath. this pussy ain’t goin’ nowhere.” he says with a slap to your puffy folds.
your weak moan is all the answer he needs, his lips curling into a predatory smirk as he licks his lips, already hard again.
Synopsis . Flirting with your tutors gone right wrong. / Pairings . Tutor!Gojo & Tutor!Choso x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), forgotten tutoring sesh, dirty talk, a "hint" of chojo, they both talk you through it, squirting, inappropriate use of glasses(?), praise, degrading, men kissing, fake confidence, loots of teasing, hot guys w glasses, a bit of cockiness here and there, overstim, jealousy, they kinda fight over you (just a lil bit), flirting, etc. / wc . 7.4k
A/N: My fav rare pair, hope you enjoy!!
With a soft clack to your kitchen countertop, your pencil couldn't have fallen from your fingers any faster. You can't do it anymore. You can't focus.
You should’ve known better than to invite two hot guys over to your place to study.
With Gojo sitting so closely to your right, lanky leg brushing over yours every now 'n then, his perfect hands soothing just past yours to point at something, and voice as calming and directive as they come. Not to mention how good he smelled. Whatever he was wearing oozed in this rich scent that made your head spin and your figure shift against the island stool you sat on..
Being the most recently spoken, he’s the first to notice your wavering focus. Looking at you with a gentle tilt of his head, "You uh, you alright?"
Your eyes flicker over to his own the moment he decides to part those naturally glossed lips of his again—gaze focusing solely on the faint, but evermore pretty curve that lifts the corners of his lips into a soft grin. Staring, gaping almost, your words come sputtering out past your lips, “Yeah, no, I’m fine. Jus’ can’t seem to focus.”
“Why’s that?” Comes chiming in from the man sitting to your left in a rasped tone that makes your back stiffen. If Gojo’s presence wasn't distracting enough, then you should maybe just ignore the way Choso's equally as curious about your lack of focus as he is.
One hot tutor is fine, but two? Yeah, you were fucked—and not in the way you’d like (yet).
“Well,” You roll your eyes over to your left and make contact with Choso’s curious pupils, one of his brows quirking just barely over the reading glasses sitting center at the bridge of his tattooed nose. “We’ve been at it for like two hours with no break.” You explain to the duo.
Gojo slips a notably scarred hand up to the bridge of his glasses and gives them the faintest push upward along his sharp nose. It was such a subtle adjustment and yet even more of your attention was captured anyway. Which is why you look back over to him and nearly flinch at the instant eye contact.
Those cerulean eyes of his are as sharp as ever as they scan over the entirety of your face. Gojo’s got scratches and scars all over his face, trailing down to his neck, and it makes you wonder what the hell he’s doing outside of class…
“We took a break earlier, no?” He asked, tipping his head further to the side to meet eyes with Choso for a hot second.
The brunette shrugs in agreement, “Pretty sure we did.”
Then both of them look at you and you sink back into your chair, crossing your arms over one another and searching the counter ahead for something-, anything else to settle your gaze onto instead of them. You felt like you were being stripped of every flimsy fabric clinging to your person and neither of them had even done anything aside from look at you, expecting some kind of logical explanation to come from you any moment now.
Though, you didn’t exactly have one. What are you supposed to say? ‘Oh, I can’t focus because both of you smell and look ridiculously good.’ As if.
Instead, you reply to them with a shrug of your own and lift your eyes upward in thought, “The break wasn’t long enough,” You explain with an irritated exhale. “All this studying is overworking my brain.”
Poking his lower lip out a bit, Gojo tuts, “Hmph. So, you wanna do something else?”
Your head turns to him and you blink. “Like what?”
A shade of pink instantly coats his cheeks and now he’s the one finding something on the table to focus his eyes on, “W-Well I dunno, I didn’t exactly have anything in mind…”
You let off a scoff and then quickly turn over to your left.
“Don’t look at me, I’m not the one who needed a break or suggested we do anything else.” Choso quickly breathes out before dropping his eyes to the book in front of him.
And this is exactly what you dealt with almost every other day for the past few weeks—both of them getting weirdly shy at the most absurd moments. It never made any sense to you. You didn’t even do anything; why were they the shy ones? Perhaps it was because they were in your apartment this time? Who knows.
With a sassed roll of your eyes, you push to stand up, “Well, you two should go ahead ‘n leave then...”
“What?” Gojo’s heard gasping dramatically as his head lifts to trail your every movement with his cerulean gaze, “But you have four hours with us.”
Then, before you could even try to get any sort of reply out past your lips, here comes Choso, lightly nudging you on your leg with the end of his pencil as he too looks up at you, “Yeah, you can’t just tap out on us halfway through.”
His words ring throughout the air for a hot second before you slowly look at him with perked brows, eyes searching his own for a direct clarification regarding the context in which he meant that.
Gulping, a shade of red coats the tips of his ears as he quickly turns his head to the side, “I-I don’t mean it like that, I just…”
While his words fade off, Gojo comes back in and suavely keeps up with whatever vibe had just entered the atmosphere between you three just now. “He could mean it like that if you wanted him to though,” He says with a shrug while leaning back against his rather uncomfortable stool.
Choso chokes and his doe-like brown eyes frantically fawn over to his tutoring partner, “What—”
“Seriously?” You breathe out, glancing back and forth between the two.
Both of them lock eyes with one another before redirecting their eyes back to you. Gojo’s got a smirk on his face but Choso looks nervous.
A soft exhale leaves Gojo’s nose and he leans up, moving to rest his head against his knuckles as he props his arm up against the countertop—glasses slipping down a bit with his movements, “Why do you look interested?”
You focus on him for a second and you think your brain begins to lag, “I-I’m not—”
“Oh.” Choso hums, sounding almost disappointed.
You redirect back over to him, “No, I mean-, oh my God,” Your eyes roll and you lift a single hand to wipe over your face, “Can you guys not do this?”
“Do what?” They ask in sync.
With an almost defeated sigh, you simply plop back down into your seat. It’s almost annoying how they can be so hot and yet so clueless at the same time. Or perhaps they were just pretending to be oblivious, who knows.
“Tappin’ back in?” Gojo teases, earning a glare from you. To which his lips curve up into a smirk and his eyes lower a little, “So you really are interested then?”
Well, it’s not like you ever said you weren’t, right? Honestly, look at the two guys for a second. Who wouldn’t be interested? On one hand, you have Gojo Satoru, a staggering six feet three inches tall, as clumsy as they come, eyes bluer than the Pacific, hair as soft ‘n fluffy as ever, and above all else; as sexy as a man could ever be.
Then… there was Choso. The complete opposite in terms of aesthetics. Long dark hair, chocolatey brown eyes, an inked face, a bit less clumsy but definitely looks shy as hell, and of course, just as handsome as your other tutor.
And of course, they both wore these annoyingly whorish frames—you weren’t sure if they were even prescribed or not but either way, the display of those slutty glasses resting so perfectly on both of their faces did nothing more than intrigue you to no end. Which is why you always leave these sessions feeling oh so distracted.
Eventually, you sigh and move to pull out your phone, checking the time briefly. “We have two hours left, right?” You ask softly.
“Sure do,” Choso replies, a sudden confidence sparking within his tone.
“Okay, so… let’s say I am interested,” You suggest with a gentle voice, the sound almost careful as you glance between the two guys. Their entire undivided attention was focused solely on you and fuck was it just as nerve-wracking as any other time they stared at you in sync. “...Now what?”
It’s quiet for a few beats, as if both men were trying to process what you just said and wrap their minds around it. The fact that your question came out so genuine took them both by surprise, despite their teasing.
Gojo’s the first to crack the silence since he’s the one who’s been egging this on the most, “Wait, w-what?” He stammers all of a sudden, trying not to flinch out of nervousness when you focus on him, and clearing his throat afterwards.
You lean toward him and crack a smirk. He’s kinda cute when he’s nervous, you could practically read it all over his face that he wasn’t expecting you to agree, “You heard me. I asked what happens now that I am interested?”
“Oh, I was uh,” He averts his eyes elsewhere, “I was just fuckin’ with you…”
Your expression falls flat, and you almost immediately grow irritated by the way he led you on like that. “Really? But, you were just so confident a few seconds ago,” The way you’re still looking directly at him is making this bothersome wave of heat creep up against his neck, blood rushing to his cheeks again as he unknowingly blushes, hard. “What happened, Satoru?”
“Please,” Gojo breathes out, clearing his throat to hide the near-submissive tone he’d just taken, “Don’t… don’t say my name like that.”
You blink. “Like what?”
Grumbling something beneath his breath, Gojo turns his head to look past you and at Choso—as if to silently request his help. Choso meets his gaze instantly and then your head turns back to the brunette, who feels his breath hitching in his throat with the intimidating eye contact you greet him with.
“What?” You breathe out, trying to figure out why both of them keep looking at each other like that. “One second you two are teasing me but then when I wanna go through with it, you both back out. Why?”
Bashfully, Choso moves a calloused hand to scratch at the back of his neck, “It was just some harmless teasing, we didn’t expect you to uhm… Well, I didn’t think you’d actually be interested.”
“Me neither,” Gojo throws in, “I just saw that look on your face and started saying whatever came to mind…”
You turn to him, “What look?”
A lump is suddenly caught in his throat and for whatever reason, talking to you is so hard now that he knows you’re interested in pressing forward with all the teasing. “It’s in your eyes,” He murmurs to you, “You start looking away from us and then your tone softens as if you’re afraid to get the words out—like you’re afraid to let us hear you.”
Batting your lashes at the man, you can’t help but sit there and stare at him all dumbfoundedly. He… pays attention to you that much? This is the same guy who was just blushing like an idiot two seconds ago, right?
“Y-Yeah,” Of course Choso’s throwing his two cents in next, as if he only gains confidence after Gojo says something worth piggybacking off of. “But then you’ll do that thing with your eyes and look at us like you wanna…”
“Wanna what?” You press. You were finally getting somewhere with this. It seemed like acting clueless here would be your best bet.
He rolls his shoulders back a bit in an attempt at maintaining his confidence before just barely meeting your expectant eyes, “You give this, like, seductive look. Like you wanna eat us alive, and not in a cannibalistic way.”
Snorting, you can’t help but break out a smile at that. “You can just say I look at you like I wanna fuck, y’know.”
His head turns away entirely, and you catch just how reddened his ears are.
“...It’s a bit intimidating,” Gojo tells you, “I prefer the other way you look at me.”
You go to turn back to him, but just as you do, you’re met with him standing now, towering over you in a way that makes you feel small—despite the pink still decorating that angelic face of his.
Gojo leans down a little to you and tilts his head, “Like that, I like that expression.”
You simply gape up at him, “Why?”
You can see his confidence faltering a bit once your question hits his ears but, he's trying… “Well,” Gojo lets his eyes trail along your face before shrugging, giving his best attempt at sounding like he knows what he’s doing. “It’s hot.”
“Yeah?” You suddenly purr, making him want to fall to his knees before you all over again. One change in your tone, and he’s ready to adhere to your every wish and desire in the blink of an eye.
You open your mouth to tease him some more but the sound of your chair moving against the floor behind you makes you angle your head back to see Choso standing and drawing himself closer to the two of you. “That’s not fair,” He pouts a little, leaning in closer to you. “I wanna see the expression Satoru gets to see.”
It can be a bit overwhelming to have two hot guys standing so close to you like this, both gazing at you as if your every faint facial shift was the thread holding together their very lifeline. Slowly, Choso moves a hand around to tip your head back to him fully and his body grazes your backside in the process.
Whispering, “Is this it, Satoru?” Choso asks.
Gojo tilts his head a little more to get a better look at the way you’re holding eyes with Choso and then he nods, “Yeahh, that’s the look.”
You gulp and Choso lets a hum vibrate deep against his throat, “Then you’re right,” His fingers start slipping down your jawline and to your neck as he leans in a little more, “It is hot.”
Gojo lifts a careful hand next and finds his fingers taking your chin into his hold and pulling your attention back to him. “Hey,” He coos, “Don’t forget about me, yeah?”
You swallow thickly. You could feel Choso creeping even closer behind you, the tip of his nose soon grazing the side of your neck while Gojo remained in front of you—staring down at your lips completely unashamed.
“You said you were interested, right?” Gojo asks, closing whatever distance remained between his frame and your own.
You could feel your body heating up already just from finding yourself sandwiched in between the two guys like this. How did you end up here again…?
You nod, just barely. “Yeah, but are the two of you just teasing me again or…” Gojo slips the tip of his thumb up to trace the outline of your lower lip and you almost forget to finish your statement. “Or are you ready to follow through this time?”
“Depends,” Gojo cracks a smirk you’ve never seen on him before and then weighs himself close enough so that his minty breath is tickling the skin of your lips, “Do you want us to follow through?”
Before giving you the chance to reply to that, Choso slithers his touch down to your waist and gives you a featherlight squeeze, “You really wanna know how long you can last with us before tapping out?” He asks shyly, referring to the earlier statement that started this whole thing, “Y’know we’re not gonna let you give up halfway through.”
Gulping, “I think…” Suddenly, your hands start moving, and you place one overtop of Choso’s, and the other slips up a bit to tug on Gojo’s blue cardigan. “Both of you should have a little more faith in me.”
And then you’re pushing your lips against Gojo’s and he’s letting out a whorish moan into your mouth—both caught off guard and relieved at the sensation of finally getting to feel the same lips he shamefully stares at during every study session. You kiss the man like you’re hungry for him and it makes his knees weak in seconds, mind spinning at the reality of finally being able to kiss you.
When you do pull away, it’s only to quickly turn your head back to Choso and crash your lips onto his, readjusting your hands against both of them to tug them closer to you by their shirts.
While your lips work against Choso’s, he’s letting off this whine into your mouth as if he’d never been touched before—especially with the way you were holding onto his shirt to keep him from pulling away. All as Gojo angles his focus to your neck and feels your own little groans vibrating against your throat in the midst of receiving double the attention.
Gojo fights the urge to pull your lips back to his own and you feel his mouth spread over your skin just mere seconds before he bites down. In surprise, you end up gasping in Choso’s mouth and he uses that as an opportunity to slip his tongue in. In that moment you felt like you needed some kind of control here.
Choso was pushing deeper into your mouth and Gojo was leaving marks all over your neck. Naturally, you let your hand reach down and grab the twitching bulge Gojo’s been hiding for far too long now. At that, he snatches his mouth away from your neck with a reddened face and a hitched gasp.
His lashes bat and he lets his eyes fall to your hand that’s trailing the outline of his hard cock. “Fuck,” Gojo breathes, falling right back into your neck and letting his hips rock into your hand while you touch him.
Your other arm wraps around Choso’s neck and you feel him smile into the kiss for only a split second and then his hand meets your throat to keep you from pulling away this time. Gojo adjusts slightly and presses small kisses into your shoulder before moving as far as to kiss Choso’s fingers.
It’s only because of that as to why you feel Choso’s hand leave you and he finally breaks the kiss. When your eyes open, you find Choso’s eyes focused just past you and your head oh-so-curiously turns just to see Gojo sucking on the tip of his thumb now. You unintentionally squeeze his cock through the layers of his clothing and Gojo’s moans before parting his lips and taking Choso’s thumb into his mouth fully.
“Shit,” Choso whispers, pressing the pad of his thumb against Gojo’s tongue to watch the unbelievably slutty expression the man makes in reaction.
In the midst of that, you let your hand pull away from Gojo’s crotch and try to slide it past his waistband. Just when the faintest bit of your fingers graze his bare skin, he tugs his mouth away from Choso’s hand and turns right into you to distract you with another kiss.
While his lips run over yours, he takes your wrist and instead guides you over toward Choso, who takes your hand and drags it down his body until you reach his erection. “I need your attention too, y’know,” He comments, feeling the way you respond by running your hand over his outline just like you did with Gojo.
Though, it almost seemed like you were trying to feel the difference between the two. Especially with the way you smile into your current kiss.
The moment you do, Gojo tugs away and scoffs. “You’re having too much fun with this,” He whispers.
Choso’s lightly pressing his hips into your palm but he’s nodding, “Way too much fun.” He adds on.
Despite their collective realization, both of the men are panting and blushing a bit more than they even realize. They both look as though this is the most they’ve felt of a woman in forever and the mix of starvation and desperation in their eyes is driving you insane.
You open your mouth to say something against their claims but Gojo speaks before you can, “You can feel how badly we want it but..”
Choso picks up right where Gojo leaves off, “Makes’ us wonder how worked up all this has you.”
You’re swallowing something down before you even realize you are, probably nerves as you feel your face heat up. You think you liked them both a little bit more when they were the nervous ones. Taking a deep breath, “I–”
“Show us,” Gojo cuts off.
To which Choso leans closer, “Please?”
——
It never takes much for you and you weren’t exactly the strongest soldier.
Only a few moments later and you find yourself in your living room with the two men now, in quite the position, as well.
Now sitting in Gojo's lap as he holds your legs open, you watch with heavy batted breath as Choso lowers himself down onto his knees in between your perfectly parted thighs.
Gojo's fingers soothe over the inner parts of your legs, watching the way your cunt twitches cutely against the soddened fabric of your panties and he chuckles. His warm breath tickles your ear and you're already squirming against him, "Looks like you've been cravin' this for a while now, huhh?" He utters behind the shell of your ear.
Your jaw falls open a little and all you can do is gasp at the feeling of Choso hooking his eager fingers around the lace of your panties and giving the fabric a polite tug, soon revealing your gorgeous cunt to both of their greedy eyes.
"She had to have been," Choso hums as his eyes rake over the slick dribbling so prettily out of your pulsing pussy. You just barely catch the way he stuffs your panties into his pockets before leaning in close and taking a strong inhale of your scent.
You shift in Gojo's lap again and he chuckles, "That was kinda hot, wasn't it?" He asks you. The worst thing about the situation you've found yourself in has to be the fact that you felt the wild jump of Gojo's lengthy cock under the curve of your ass.
Turning your head away, you let off another sigh, "Y-Yeah, I guess..." You murmur, earning a scoff from Gojo.
Suddenly a hand is meeting your jaw and he's turning your head back into place, "Don't do that, bring back the confidence you had earlier. C'mon, tell Cho' how pretty he looks down there, won't you?"
Choso gulps at the sound of that and his eyes so gently flick up to you, the natural plea that rests so perfectly in those dark brown pupils of his making your body react with another filthy drip of arousal. Then the brunette has the nerve to give you this innocent lil tilt of his head and you swear you can feel a sense of cockiness oozing off of him all of a sudden.
Your lips spread to try and follow Gojo's instructions but you get a bit distracted by the way Choso turns to kiss your inner thigh, trailing said kisses up until his lips are grazing over your drooling cunt.
And of course, seeing all of this, Gojo only wants to make things all the more difficult for you so he leans into your neck and kisses you too. Then his hands pull your legs up a bit more, forcing you to spread open even further. At that, Choso moves in and quickly latches his lips onto your folds, giving them one firm suck to taste.
Gojo's tongue is felt darting out against the skin of your neck and you swear your entire body is on fire right now. The moan that leaves your throat as Choso begins to drag his tongue lazily between your soaked hole and as Gojo redirects his hands up to your tits is rather pathetic.
You'd forgotten all about the little direction Gojo had given you and all you could focus on was the way Choso's mouth felt clinging onto your pussy as if it were the sweetest taste to ever hit his tongue and the way Gojo rolled and pinched your nipple in between his fingers, pressing hot kisses all into the side of your neck simultaneously.
It was too much attention in too many places all at once. And that was just the foreplay.
Soon, Gojo is messily unbuttoning your shirt and exposing your tits to the confined study room, grabbing a handful of your breasts and fondling them against his palms before his voice meets your ears again.
“I wonder how many of these tutoring sessions you’ve spent imagining this,” He whispers, tipping his head to the side a bit to get a good look at the rather starved Choso in between your legs. “All those times you were in a daze, is this what you were thinking about? Having us like this?”
Choso’s lips pry away from you and he quickly replaces them with a rude thrust of his two fingers into your squelching cunt, your arousal dripping all messily off of his skin as he lifts his head and focuses on your expression.
He watches the way you struggle to get out words instead of moans and it only makes the corner of his lips twitch.
You let out a bated breath and both men are hanging off every sound and syllable that’s leaving your lips, “N-No, I… fuck, I’ve never-”
Choso curls his thick fingers against your sopping walls and tilts his head innocently at you, “Don’t lie now. Surely you didn’t get this wet from a couple of kisses,” He hums, voice a pitch deeper than you remember. This time when you look at him, you can’t help but notice the bit of fog building up on the bottom edge of his glasses.
Your back arches up from Gojo’s chest a bit and you could practically hear him smiling behind you. “I think she did, Cho.” He chuckles right next to your ear.
Watching Choso’s fingers dive in and out of you, you’re left sitting there forced to listen to the two exchange words as if you’re not even there. Choso merely takes his free hand and pushes his frames higher up onto his tattooed nose bridge before flashing a wet smile, “Yeah? Think’ she’s that sensitive?”
Gojo lets his hands meet your legs and he stretches you out even wider, grinning, “Mhm, look at her. Falling apart over just your fingers.” He teases before turning his head to kiss the side of your face.
Your mouth was busy opening and closing every few seconds but the only sound that actually escaped your throat was one pathetic moan after the other.
Catching sight of this, Choso pouts as if he were mocking you, “She can’t even speak, aww.” He coos with a hypnotic curl of his fingers inside you, letting them caress spots you swear you could never reach on your own.
This time you let out a groan and your head falls back on one of Gojo’s shoulders, “Don’t… patronize me.. ah-, assholes.” You just barely manage out.
To which Choso scoffs, “She says while moaning.”
“Shut up.” You huff right back at him.
And then of course Gojo comes right back to your ear, whispering, “Shut him up, sweetheart.” Before moving his hand to yours and directing your fingers back into the dark tresses of Choso’s hair.
You feel the man’s digits falter inside you at the touch alone and a small gasp slips past his lips the moment he feels you grasping at his hair and forcing him back down in between your legs. The next thing you feel is his tongue on your clit again, greeting it with a needy lather of drool and one messy flick as if he belonged exactly there.
“There you go, atta’ girl.” Gojo’s voice is hitting you again and his hand leaves your own, “Doesn’t that feel so much better?”
You’re nodding almost dumbly for a second, mumbling a hardly coherent, “Uhuh.” Before Choso starts spelling something out with his tongue while his fingers are busy drawing out the messiest of squelches from your cunt.
Not that you ever get time to focus on only one thing with these two though, “And what about me?” Gojo starts once more, his hands at your sides now—trailing up, “Will I get the same treatment if I keep talking, hm?”
You scoff, “You’d like that too much.”
He rolls his eyes and then nods his chin at Choso, “And you think he doesn’t?”
“He-,” Just as you’re about to work out some sort of argument to that, though you’re not sure what, Choso drags his fingers out of you and quickly replaces them with the entirety of his mouth. He lets out a heavy groan against you and you lose all train of thought. “Oh fuck, right there..”
Gojo, ever the drama king, starts frowning. His hands are busy fondling your tits now but he’s far too greedy for that to give him any sort of satisfaction in all this, “I’m starting to feel left out, y’know.” He tells you.
You glance at him and with only one look into your eyes, he could tell you were far too wrapped up in pleasure to manage out any sort of solution to that. Even so, you do try to get something out even with your voice wavering with moans, “Satoru, I–”
“Are you now?” Choso’s heaving out all of a sudden.
The man who was just on the verge of locking his jaw trying to get more of your taste down his throat quickly receives the attention of both of you. He’s licking at his lips and you quickly notice how his eyes are trained entirely on Gojo like he was about to be his next object of starvation.
You hear the way Gojo gulps and his voice is almost quieter, “Just a little, yeah.”
Nodding, Choso leans down one more time to sloppily kiss your dewy pussy, “Mh.” He hums before sitting almost all the way up, “C’mere then.”
“W-What?” Gojo stammers, your tits still in his palms.
“I said come here.” The brunette repeats more sternly.
Maybe you imagined this part but you swear you feel Gojo’s cock jump against your ass. And before he can even try to move, the impatient Choso is already leaning up toward the two of you and taking Gojo’s jaw in one hand—the other not failing to make up for the lack of his mouth with two fingers diving right back into you. Brows furrowed and pout ever-so-present on your face, you watch closely as Choso presses his lips into Gojo’s.
Then, Gojo’s hips roll upward to grind into you slightly as Choso shares your taste with him.
The kiss they share is absolutely nasty and depraved on both ends. Choso’s tongue is sinking into Gojo’s mouth and you hear both of them groaning against one another. You sit there, quite literally in between the two, watching the way Gojo’s drooling into it and the way their lips glide over one another sensationally.
Choso’s fingers trash at your insides with each second his lips remain on the man behind you and you eye the way he swallows up every slutty sound that washes out of Gojo’s throat.
By the time they finally pry away from one another, you think you’ve just about soaked the entirety of Gojo’s lap.
The brunette lets out a pant and you think this is the most confident you’ve seen him since-, well, ever. “Still feeling left out, pretty boy?” He asks softly. Gojo shakes his head, cheeks as flushed out as ever, and Choso lets out a scoff. Then he glances down at his fingers and slips them out of you just to smile at the sight. “Good because someone here really enjoyed that.”
“Hm?” Gojo hums lightly, letting his eyes follow Choso’s. As he sees the sheer mess you’ve left all over Choso’s hand, he laughs breathlessly. “Ohh, you liked that huh?”
And just like that you were right back where this all started, in between the two of them and unable to focus on anything. This time, instead of studying, it was the raw attention and focus you were receiving from the two of them at the same time that made your brain feel all numb.
All you could do was nod, refusing to open your mouth in fear of whatever sinful noise was destined to pour out of you.
“Of course you did.” Gojo comments.
Choso lets out a little hum of his own and pulls away from both you and Gojo, “Good thing we’re not done with you yet.” He says before diving his fingers past his lips and licking off the mess you’d left there.
You hear Gojo gulp behind you, “...We’re not?”
To which Choso cocks a brow, “Don’t you wanna taste directly from the source? Bet’ you she’s even sweeter after she cums.”
——
And that’s roughly how you end up where you are now—lying back flat against the couch with Gojo getting his taste of you. One could argue that he’s a far messier eater than Choso is and in a way, that’s almost better.
If you thought Choso had you losing your mind, you think Gojo’s a little bit worse. Especially since he spent all that time waiting and watching. Gojo’s breath mingles hotly into the drooling folds of your cunt and he only uses a single hand to keep you spread open for his tongue to work against you.
Not only is he messier but he’s also nastier, pulling away for only seconds just to let a fat glob of spit trickle down in between your slit. And after each time, you’d watch the way he flashes this drunken smile before diving right back in.
Choso, also not wanting to be forgotten, has been busy holding your legs open and whispering softer praises into your ear. He’d taunt you with murmurs of, “Whose tongue do you like better?” and, “You’re so loud. Does it really feel that good?”
Each question goes pretty much unanswered since you’re too busy moaning and writhing around Gojo’s tongue but at some point Choso gets a bit jealous. You had enough energy to respond to Gojo before when he was talking to you.
Hence why Choso slides a hand down and starts thumbing at your clit in a slight attempt at gaining your attention again. Does it work? Not really since you feel Gojo sliding his mouth up and kissing both Choso’s recently added thumb and your clit at the same time.
The motion seems to catch Choso off guard and he glances down at Gojo, “C-Can’t you focus on one thing at a time?” He unintentionally stammers.
Instead of answering, Gojo takes that greedy mouth of his and angles it further onto Choso’s thumb before it slips past his lips and into his mouth completely. Before you could whine at the abrupt loss of attention where you were currently making a mess of your couch—Gojo’s multitasking and shoving two long fingers inside you.
Both you and Choso have the same flushed reaction as you two watch Gojo put on the sluttiest little show. His other hand meets Choso’s wrist and he starts sucking on his thumb as if he were needy for something more all whilst scissoring his digits against your sappy walls.
Choso opens his mouth to say something but he’s cut off by Gojo pulling away from his thumb all of a sudden, “If you wanted my attention so badly, you should’ve just asked for it.” He calls out, tilting his head a little, “Y’know, instead of getting in the way of my meal.”
You glance up at Choso and watch the way his face reddens as he snatches his hand away from Gojo. “I-I didn’t–”
Choso’s cut off again, this time by watching Gojo lower his mouth to you once again and give your pussy the lewdest slurp as he suckles your taste into his mouth. Gojo looks down and watches the way your body spasms in reaction and he scoffs, “See? Look at what you were interrupting, Cho.”
He grits his teeth in reaction and wants to say something snarky in response but he instead feels something wet drop onto his other hand. Looking down, Choso realizes he was drooling and quickly wipes his mouth off.
Now, whether or not he was drooling because of the way Gojo just sucked his thumb off or because of the way Gojo was now moaning into your cunt was completely unbeknownst to him. Either way, Gojo had something to do with it and it was starting to make Choso feel embarrassed.
Wiping his mouth off all aggressively, he hears a slight chuckle coming from you and his eyes fall onto your face immediately.
Letting out a small bit of laughter, you end up pointing at his face, “You’re blushing, Cho.”
Said blush only worsens when you point it out and he groans, “You have no room to speak. I just watched you cum on his tongue three times in a row.”
Gasping at a sudden smack against your cunt from Gojo’s hand, your back arches up and the hand you’ve got down in his hair gives his head a mean tug. You hear the way Gojo whines but your focus is still slightly on teasing Choso.
Breathlessly, “A-And you… hah… came untouched,” You point out.
Baffled, Choso’s brows push together and he looks down at himself just to see yet another embarrassing sight. His eyes flick up to you and he opens his mouth but you’re reaching for him and pulling him down before he can try to explain himself.
And then your lips are on his and you’re using the kiss to drown out your whines and whimpers due to Gojo’s persistent lapping. It’s all messy with the way you’re letting yourself melt onto Choso’s lips while Gojo’s thick tongue works you toward yet another orgasm.
At some point you bite on Choso’s bottom lip and he pulls away from your mouth, wincing in surprise. When his eyes open and fall on you, he’s met with the sight of your body trembling a little and you look so blissfully fucked out.
He glances down at Gojo for a moment, who looks like he hasn’t moved an inch within the past few minutes and is currently ignoring the weak push of your hand against his head.
“Choso,” You whisper, earning his eyes on you again.
He raises a brow in faint concern and lets his head weigh to the side a little, “What? Doesn’t that feel good?” He coos.
You’re gaping at the man for only a second longer before he watches your eyes roll back and your body arch off the couch, “I-It’s too much, I-I can’t… mgh, I’m gonna-”
“Again?” Choso grins.
You shake your head, “N-No-, fuck. This is-, hnngh-, d-different.”
“Different?” He repeats, quickly turning to Gojo who’s all but lost in eating you out.
He’s branding his tongue into your pussy at this point, having seared his name into it multiple times—first and last. When Choso looks at the man again, he’s met with Gojo’s pussydrunken blue eyes. Most of his face is soaked in remnants of you and he’s stuffed his tongue into you enough times to leave all of his jaw and neck soaked.
Pulling away just barely, Gojo mumbles, “She’s gonna squirt.” And then smiles and dives right back in.
You feel his tongue lull around your clit in messy circles and his drenched fingers slip right back into you again—printing his fingertips against your g-spot and grinning through every second of it.
It’s a messy repetition of tugging his fingers out, sucking every drop off of them, and then sliding them back in for a while and your legs are really trembling now. You could feel yourself clenching and slavering up just about everything in between your legs at the moment.
It’s not until Gojo removes his hand entirely and starts grinding against the couch for friction while only using his mouth again that Choso shakes out of his little daze and clears his throat.
“Shit, Satoru move over.” Without waiting for a response, he’s quickly shifting himself toward Gojo and nearly shoving the guy over just to make some room for himself—your legs flailing further open just to fit both men in between them.
Gojo’s far too drunk in lust to argue with Choso but you see the frustration in his white furrowed brows when Choso angles his head closer and takes your clit into his mouth. Gojo lets off an annoyed groan against the puffy lips of your pussy, and the two are practically fighting over space with their tongues now.
With both of them on you, you don’t have room to say anything or even speak at all since you’re left whimpering and holding onto both of their heads—weakly pushing at them and yet lifting your hips to their faces simultaneously.
Not even a minute with both of their mouths on you passes before you’re finally finally squirting like they both seemed to want you to. It’s only then that they pull their faces away a little—only enough to watch the way you shake and enough for you to quite literally wet up their glasses.
“Fuuck,” Gojo chokes out for the first time in what felt like forever, voice all husky and eyes just watching the filthy mess you’re making just a few inches away from him.
Choso’s got the same surprised expression on his face and even in your panting and huffing, you manage to catch a glimpse of the way you, quite literally, wet up the entirety of both of their glasses.
By the time you’re done, your body is quivering and your arms have found themself over your face—hiding your expression from your two tutors who were still staring at you in pure awe.
Eventually, you hear one of them chuckling and lift your arm just a little to look. Gojo’s got the biggest smile on his face and his glasses are in his hands now, using the bottom of his shirt to clean them off. “I can finally scratch that off my bucket list.”
You and Choso both blink in innocent unison. The brunette looks at you for a second and then back at Gojo, “Cross… what off of your bucket list?”
Gojo holds his glasses up and his smile seems to widen, “Using these for something other than to see.” He says with a small shrug.
Choso lifts his hand to his frames and takes them off just to look at them. He quickly finds himself admiring the wet mess you’ve made of them and it clicks in his head exactly what Gojo was talking about.
“Huh. Hey uh,” He looks over to you and squints a little so he can tell whether or not you’re still covering your face, and when he spots you looking at him, he smiles. “After we clean you up, can I take a picture of them like this?”
You don’t think your brain is all the way there yet so you find yourself just staring at him instead of answering—trying to figure out if he actually just asked you that.
“…And after he’s done with that, can I lick them off?” Gojo adds in.
At that, you let your legs fall shut and turn to face the couch instead of them. Letting out a steady reply for the first time in what had felt like forever, “You’re both sluts—do whatever you want.”
Choso smirks, “Hot.”
And Gojo bites his bottom lip, “Can we start with that during our next ‘study’ session?”Oh yeah, that’s right. You were supposed to be studying with these two…
mdni
satosugu
cw// suicidal ideation, blood
strongly inspired by and the gentleness that comes, by persimmonsandcats
there is no one like satoru.
it hurts to think of him, of what he would be doing at this very moment, but suguru does,
it consumes him whole,
even if every memory is muddied by an imposing scribble across his face. perhaps it would be more painful if he could remember what satoru looks like, perhaps it's better this way. maybe that's selfish,
suguru doesn't want that.
he knows what he sounds like, but he doesn't remember. if he were to hear it again, would he remember then? would he remember being young with him? perhaps that would be too painful, too.
what suguru's done is a wound that will never heal, but he still finds him every night when he closes his eyes. he's beautiful there, gentle, perhaps he never should've left.
perhaps it could've been okay, maybe. he should've— he doesn't know what, just not this.
it would be better if he'd never existed, if neither of them had existed. he wouldn't have hurt satoru, a wound so deep that it scarred them both. satoru wouldn't have had to meet him. satoru wouldn't have had to endure the karmic punishment of a life lived as a weapon, and a life ended violently. satoru deserved a proper death.
memories had been springing up like maggots, decaying his psyche, festering in phantom cuts that continue to haunt him.
there was no one like satoru.
suguru wishes for the life he could've had with satoru, perhaps. things would've been different, maybe not better, but different still. suguru doesn't know—
suguru wishes for his hands to stop shaking, but he's crawling back to somewhere familiar. he's caked in blood in his nightmares, and it does not wash off when he's awake. he scrubs his skin until its raw, but red always lingers under his finger nails. perhaps it would be better if it was his own.
suguru wishes to have the strength to gouge his own eyes out, to reach deep enough to stop the invasive memories that continue to sicken him sweetly when they are least welcome, more maggots.
memories had been springing up like maggots.
he doesn't, but he clings to the hopelessly cruel possibility that he will see satoru's face again, and remember what is was like to be young with him.
those moments on the edge of sleep are the most silent, where his consciousness sways and yields. perhaps, that is death. would a life lived as a sorcerer have brought a death as peaceful as this one? suguru wishes to know desperately if satoru would've been at his side, too.
suguru wishes for his hands to stop shaking, but he's crawling back to somewhere familiar. he's caked in blood tonight, and it will not wash off when he's awake. he will scrub his skin until its raw, but red will linger again under his finger nails. perhaps it's better that it's his own.
"he closes his eyes and crawls to where he left satoru and finds a corpse."
