✮ I CAN'T BE YOUR SUPERMAN ⸺ in which you had a beef with underground rapper!choso and he finally had enough.
the wet slapping sounds in the dressing room sounded loud, and the filthy moans felt damn near deafening. it almost felt like the whole venue could hear them, even though some girlie was currently out on stage screaming her lungs out about heartbreak and some asshole ex.
nobody really knew when it all started. well, maybe fans did. probably back during that interview.
q: it’s no secret fans think you and choso make a great pair. do you think there’s any chance of a collab? a: well he’s cute, sure. but i'm not really into artists whose whole lyrics revolve around sucking their own dick. sounds like music for dudes with tiny cocks tbh
or maybe it started later, when he fired back in one of his new tracks with a nasty little line: "all these pop bitches look the same, i couldn't tell 'em apart even if i fucked 'em all at once."
maybe things finally hit their breaking point tonight, at the annual awards show where you ended up presenting him an award and accidentally loosened your grip, nearly dropping the trophy, making him bend down and catch it, then you giggled behind your hand.
“oops, i’m such a mess today. who would’ve thought our favorite little rapper would throw me this off balance.”
whatever the fuck it was, it all led to this: you pressed against a table in an empty dressing room, a huge body trapping you from behind so completely you could barely breathe.
his hand moved faster than you could react. fingers wrapped around your chin, tilting your head back just enough to expose your throat. his lips brushed against your neck, then his tongue slid out, hot and wet, and you couldn’t stop the quiet moan slipping from your throat. he dragged his tongue slowly along your skin, teeth grazing your jaw lightly, and the second he tried turning your face toward him, you jerked away.
“i’ll fucking kill you if you ruin my makeup.” “such a pretty face with such a filthy mouth. don’t worry, i’ll find somewhere else to leave marks on you.”
his mouth dropped lower again, this time latching onto the spot where your neck met your shoulder. he bit down, hard enough to hurt, hard enough to make you gasp. then he soothed it with his tongue, sucking a bruise into your skin while his hands found your waist. the butterfly top was thin as hell, and he shamelessly yanked it down, exposing your tits.
“fuck, look at you.” your nipples were already hard, sensitive, desperate for attention. he didn’t keep you waiting. his palms wrapped around your chest, thumbs lazily rubbing over your sensitive nipples in slow circles. “perfect tits just begging to be played with.”
you bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan, but then he pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers with just the right amount of pressure. “ah!… hnnnh!” “yeah, that’s it. lemme hear those pretty little sounds.”
he kneaded your chest, teasing and squeezing your nipples on purpose, tugging at them until you arched back against him, your ass pressing against the huge cock straining in his pants.
“nice skirt,” he muttered against your skin. “bet you wore it for me.” “wore it ’cause it matched the top.” “doesn’t match shit. you wore it so i’d have easy access.” “in your dreams.”
his hands left your chest, and for a second you thought maybe you’d pissed him off. instead, he grabbed the hem of your miniskirt and yanked it up to your waist, exposing the wet patch soaking through your panties. the cool air hit your skin and made you shiver.
he spread your legs apart, forcing you to stand wider. one hand slid around to the front, dragging slowly down your stomach until his fingers found your clit through the fabric. he pressed down hard, rubbing over it through the thin lace, and your knees almost gave out instantly.
“ah! fuck… choso!” “look at you. already wet for me, huh?” “fuck you.” “that’s the plan.” his fingers pressed against your pussy through your panties, feeling the heat there. “jesus christ, you’re soaked. and you’re really gonna stand here and tell me you didn’t plan this?”
“my body just does what it… nnngh!… does…” “there she is,” he practically purred, working slow, torturous circles against you. “wanna act all tough? your pussy says otherwise. soaked my fingers through your panties already. guess she’s my biggest fan, huh?” you wanted to argue, but the words died in your throat while your fingers gripped the edge of the vanity hard enough for your knuckles to turn white.
his thumb sped up, flicking against your clit in fast, ruthless motions. you were so wet slick was already running down your inner thighs, and he pushed his middle finger barely an inch inside you before pulling it back out, coating his thumb with your wetness. “that’s right, baby. gonna show you just how small my cock really is."
the sound of his voice right by your ear, the wet noises of his fingers playing with you, the sight of it all in the mirror — it was too much and somehow still not enough. you heard the sharp click of his belt buckle, the rough sound of his zipper. then he freed his cock, the tip nudging insistently against your wet folds.
but he didn’t push in. not yet. instead, he wrapped a hand around himself and dragged the tip between your folds, sliding up, spreading your lips apart, pressing right against your clit, then back down, rubbing the head against your entrance without actually entering you. over and over again. slow and fucking torturous.
“wanna feel just how messy you got for me,” he muttered, almost to himself. he watched his cock slide through your pussy, collecting your slick. “look at that. you’re fucking soaked because of me. got me covered in you.”
“you asshol— choso, please…” “shh, i know, i know. but first i wanna see what kind of mess you can turn into. wanna feel you dripping all over my balls before i stretch this sweet pussy out.”
he kept rubbing against you, dragging himself through your folds for another fucking minute. every time the tip brushed your clit, your whole body jolted, muffled little cries slipping from your lips. “aaah!… just… ngh!…”
finally, when your legs were shaking so hard you could barely stay upright anymore, he lined himself up. he pushed in an inch — just the tip — then pulled back out immediately. then again, a little deeper this time.
“look in the mirror,” he ordered. and you did. your eyes were glazed over, cheeks flushed, chest rising with ragged breaths. one of his hands gripped your thigh while the other guided himself against you. “want you to watch me fill this cocky little pussy with my cock.”
then he slammed into you in one rough thrust all the way to the base, and you watched your mouth fall open in the reflection. a high, broken sound tore out of you, eyes widening when you saw yourself taking all of him. he was big, stretching you almost painfully, but your body adjusted greedily anyway, clenching tight around him.
“fuck… haaah! mmngh, fucckk, cho—” you whined, palms pressed desperately against the vanity. “look at that,” he grunted, nearly pulling all the way out before snapping back into you again. the sound of his hips smacking against your ass echoed through the room. “look how you take it. what happened to all that shit you were talking now, huh?”
you could barely think straight, let alone form words. he filled you so deep, so completely, stretching your walls while they squeezed around him greedily, and the mirror showed everything — your tits bouncing, his hand gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise. “still… haah!… still waiting for somethi— mmmh! — impressive.”
he laughed, but it broke off into a groan. he sped up, thrusting harder now, the mirror fogging up from your breathing. his hand left your thigh and cracked against your ass with a sharp smack. “yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he hissed, smacking the other cheek next. “can pretend all you want. your pussy’s squeezing me like it wants me buried in here forever.”
blindly, you reached back, grabbed his hair, and yanked his head toward you. he hissed from the pain, but it only made him thrust deeper, harder, his rhythm stuttering. “fuck— ha! ah! — you…” “already am, baby,” he shot back right against your ear, breath hot and uneven.
his hand found your clit again, rubbing tight circles over it in perfect sync with every snap of his hips. the double stimulation was overwhelming. you could feel the pressure building, your orgasm winding tighter and tighter low in your stomach. “cho… please… mmnh!” “please what?” he leaned down, licking a stripe of sweat from the side of your neck. “please faster? please harder? use your words, pretty girl.”
“please, just fucking move.” “there’s my good girl.” he fucked into you faster, deeper, and the sounds filling the room were obscene “the wet squelch of his cock sliding into you, your breathy moans, his low groans, the vanity creaking and rattling against the wall.
he buried his face in your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, and you let him, because it felt way too fucking good to stop him. “gonna leave my mark on you,” he muttered against your skin. “make sure everyone out there knows whose pussy this is.” “you don’t” haaah… own m—” “tonight i fucking do.” his teeth scraped against your shoulder.
his thumb circled your clit while pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your stomach, hot and relentless. your thighs trembled, your breathing broke into shaky little sobs. you wanted to hold out longer, just to make him work for it, to prove he was just another asshole with an ego way too fucking big, but he was so deep inside you, filling you so perfectly, hitting places nobody else ever could, and you couldn’t hold back anymore.
“choso… nngh!… i–i’m gonna.. fucckk!” “cum on my cock. cum on my cock and look me in the eyes when you do it. wanna feel your greedy little pussy milk every last drop outta me.”
your eyes locked with his in the mirror — completely glued to each other, and that was what finally shoved you over the edge. you came with a broken cry, your pussy clenching around him over and over while he kept fucking into you through it. “haaah! ah! fuckfuckfuck! choso!” “fuck, that’s it. squeeze me. squeeze my fucking cock.”
he was close too. you could tell from the way his rhythm started breaking apart, from the bruising grip he had on your thigh. you reached back and wrapped your hand around his throat. “pull out,” you said, your voice rough. “if you cum inside me, i swear to god i’ll cut your dick off while you’re sleeping.”
he froze for half a second before laughing. “you’re fucking insane,” he said, but he still pulled out with a low groan. his cock was wet and swollen, and he jerked himself off twice, three times, eyes flicking between the mirror — your ruined makeup, your fucked-out expression and your bare ass, red from all the smacks, before he came with a loud groan.
“you look so goddamn pretty, fuckfuckfuck.” his cum splattered across your thighs, dripping down onto your soaked skirt, your stomach, even a drop landing on your exposed back. he was still coming, body twitching while he slumped weakly against your shoulder, breathing hard.
you pushed yourself off the vanity on shaky legs and turned to face him. his cum cooled against your skirt, your top hanging open, your hair completely wrecked while he stared at your swollen, wet pussy and smirked. “can’t let the others see you lookin’ like this, can we? want me to clean you up?”
more ? art from @ thatsallitchief on x | sparkle from @ kthice
a/n: this is not dub-con / non-con, more like a hate-sex but without actual hate lol; wanted me some em and christina aguilera story
SUMMARY ⡴ your best friend since college, satoru, is so sick of hearing about your dumb, dropout, fuck buddy, sukuna >:/naturally, the moment you hint you’re not seeing eachother he gets too caught up in his excitement and ends up flexing too hard about you “crawling back to him”… which ends up traveling right back to sukuna. and now sukuna has a grudge out for gojo under the assumption he stole you from him. messy messy messy.
WARNINGS (content) ⡴ fem!reader, grad student!gojo, physics major!gojo, jealousy, mentions of sex , no sukuna this chapter :,(, fluffy
“I was right.” Satoru says, mouth half stuffed with pasta noodles. He’s slurping down the chicken noodle soup you made him after he whined and complained he was gonna die from a minor cold. He’s slurping down lazes on your couch like he owns the place and he half does, he’s there 99% of the time anyway.
You know what he’s claiming to be right about, know that it’ll spiral into a tangent about him always being right and how Sukuna should go fuck himself. You still want to ask, weirdly enough.
“Really?” You quiz, eyebrows raising against your forehead. You stare at pale blue eyes that shimmer from the light of the end table lamp, sitting opposite to him on the couch. “What about?”
“Sukuna being a fucking dick.” He answers inbetween chews of the chicken chunks he’s pooled on his metallic spoon. You grimace, looking away from his face that you can predict will grow smug in about 5 seconds. Of course it does. His lips curl knowingly while you avoid his gaze. “Can’t believe you even let him in the first place.”
“Shut up.” You roll your eyes. He chuckles through his soup as he brings the lip of the bowl up to his mouth. The broth bubbles at his lips, some splattering up onto his round nose.
“Reminds me of college almost,” He breathes out. “You know, with you fucking around and getting hurt by egotistical assholes.”
“Oh what, you here to lecture me again, father?” You tease back. His eyes squint.
“I never lectured you!” He defends, dropping the spoon in the glass bowl and ringing out a ‘clink’. “Not my fault your type is dickheads who’ll fuck you then leave.” He pouts.
You lean up against the pillows on your couch, resting on your elbows.
“You fucked girls in college too,” You quip back. “Atleast Sukuna didn’t use me for homework. You were like a trained dog to those kappa girls.”
He fake dramatically gasps. He raises one of his hands to clutch his heart.
“I’d say that’s better than settling for room-temperature iq frat boys.” He defends. He settles the nearly empty bowl on the coffee table so he can perch up on his hands and lean closer while he argues. You lean closer to, settling on your knees and pouting while he squints again.
“Oh and sorority girls that forced you into doing their chem work were better?” You’re near inches from his face. You’re reminded of the small beauty mark he has on his otherwise completely pale face. His frosty eyelashes are longer than yours with mascara. Lucky bastard.
“Seems like you were jealous,” He raises his eyebrows at you and smugly smiles. Oh like hell you were. Of his eyelashes? Maybe. Of the girls he fucked? Definitely not. You’re not jealous of anyone who’s so okay treating a sweet (most of the time) guy like satoru as if he’s garbage to get homework done. “Maybe you still are.”
“Oh sure.” You sarcastically quip, half chuckling through your words. He tilts his head like he’s either trying to mock you or kiss you. “I was definitely jealous of hearing science facts after sex.”
You pause, smiling to yourself before your voice rises again.
“All I’m hearing is you’re jealous of Sukuna.”
His face falters. Like when you first told him you were seeing Sukuna. His lashes bat slowly like he’s still processing the thoughts behind his bright eyes. His face forms into an uneven pout.
“Of some wannabe rockstar? Fuck off.” He snarls, like the thought of being inferior to Sukuna sickens him. “And I don’t know why you’re still obsessed with him. He basically told you to go fuck yourself and left you out in the cold.” He really doesn’t know why. Of all guys you’d wanna go out with—Sukuna was really end all be all? Satoru’s pretty sure he’s smart enough to figure most things out, but your devotion to some tattooed fuckboy will always be a mystery to him.
“He’s being a dick right now—”
“He is one. Like, principally.” He cuts you off. His hands scatter, gesturing randomly. You roll your eyes as he goes off on a tangent. Another tangent about ‘Sukuna’s bad for you’ this and ‘Is a dropout really who you wanna be with?’ that. You scoff.
“Glad you think so, Satoru.” You say sarcastically, leaning back on your hands. His face scrunches up when you interrupt his newest spiel. “We’re not seeing eachother anymore so really why you care is beyond me.”
“Because the moment he texts you you’ll be all,” He guts up off his hands, wrapping them around himself as he dramatically poses. “Oh, ‘Kuna, of course I’ll be your next album cover! I like when you treat me like garbage!” He mewls out in a mocking, terrible impression of your voice.
“It’s good dick, okay? Let me make bad decisions once in a while!” You complain, taking one of the pillows from behind you and flinging it at his face.
He catches a frayed corner of the pillow before it reaches his face, raising his eyebrows at you. He pauses before bringing up his other hand, pointing out two fingers and making an exaggerated fake gag.
“Blehhhh.” He grimaces.
You giggle into your hand and jokingly kick his stomach, barely any real force behind it.
“I’m going to sleep. I already made you soup, the least you could do is not trash on who I fuck.” You get up, maneuvering along the living room floor that still has some of Satoru’s studying stuff on it. You bring the mug you’d been sipping on to the kitchen as you pad along the floor.
He gets up scrambledly and follows you into the kitchen. He grabs your other wrist and effortlessly turns you around.
“I can stay, right?” He pouts, like he wasn’t just insulting your taste in men. His puppy dog eyes stare down a you, trying to convince you as if you’d ever say no.
“You can always stay?” You say it like it’s a question, like he’s stupid to ask. He comes in whenever the hell he wants to like he lives here. You turn back around. He doesn’t let go of your wrist and continues following you to the sink where you drop the mug.
“In your room.” He clarifies, kneading at your wrist. “I’ll get cold.” He whines. You look over your shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Turn on the hea—”
He cuts you off for the 15th time this night.
“That’s different.” He squeezes your wrist harder. You wonder if he’s ever gonna leave or if he’s just gonna be glued to you forever. “You let wannabe fuck you but you can’t cuddle your best friend?”
And now he’s kicking at your legs under 2 stacked blankets.
“Satoru, if you kick me one more time you’re out.” You scold, turning over to face him. His blue eyes seem illuminated even in the pitch black darkness, prepared with blackout curtains for when he wakes up and stings his eyes from the light. He chuckles through his teeth and playfully kicks you again.
You grit through your teeth before he yanks you by your waist and hooks his surprisingly muscular—considering how much time he spends inside— leg over you.
“Night.” He says before you can even react and shoves his head into your shoulder. And there you laid, taken aback by his clingyness, and yet still unable to respond as he snuggles up to you like you’re dating.
Weirdo.
SUGURU | 8:23 AM | TO: SATORU
Satoru, where on earth are you?
Thought you were sick?
There’s literally no way you’re out right now
SATORU
uhhh
SUGURU
Nevermind you’re probably at hers
Don’t mean to get you upset but she’s not gonna fuck you
SATORU
that’s what you think sugu
SUGURU
?
SATORU
her fuck buddy pissed her off my chances are at an all time high
ೃ࿔*:･ Bringing your best friend Satoru to a wedding to make your ex jealous! | Gojo x reader fluff
ೃ࿔*:･
Your best friend Satoru happily agreed when you asked him to be your plus one to a friend's wedding.
Your shitty ex was on the guest list and you couldn't bear the thought of showing up alone. Better yet, you asked Satoru to help make him jealous, batting your pretty lashes at him while you asked so sweetly. How could he possibly say no?
Your best friend Satoru, who you dragged along with you to shop for a dress. He pretended to be inconvenienced, of course, but in reality watching you light up over shoes you "had to have" and blush when you tried on a revealing dress might've been the highlight of his life.
He wasn't much help when it came to actually choosing a dress, considering that he thought you looked beautiful in everything you tried on. But when you found the dress, Satoru was at a loss for words—unsettling behavior from someone who was well known for never shutting up.
"You're quiet," you frowned, silky blue fabric twirling as you spun away from the mirror to face him. "You don't like it?"
Black swallowed blue as his pupils dilated, eyes looking you over from head to toe slowly, cataloguing every divine detail.
"Just speechless is all," he said finally, a lopsided grin stretching across his face. "It's like it was made for you."
Your best friend Satoru, who insisted on finding a tie that perfectly matched your dress. He was committed to the task, dragging you along to store after store. "Payback" he'd called it, for generously buying your dress, although he'd do it again 10 times over for only the smile on your face in return.
Your best friend Satoru, who nodded eagerly when you offered to put his tie on him, struggling to form coherent thoughts with your pretty face just inches from his. He shuddered when your fingertips brushed the sensitive skin of his neck and silently hoped you didn't notice.
Your best friend Satoru, who drove to the wedding so you wouldn't have to worry about drinking. Plus, he pointed out, you'd look "hot and mysterious" showing up in his expensive sports car. He was right if the look your ex shot you as the two of you pulled up was any indication.
As he opened the door and helped you out, his large hand found its way to the small of your back. It stayed there for most of the evening.
Your best friend Satoru, who held you close, always touching you somewhere; your hips, your waist, your face. He had to be convincing after all, especially with the man who fumbled you watching.
Your best friend Satoru, who grew bolder as the night went on. His touch grew more possessive with every glance your undeserving ex stole, and his hands began to wander when you leaned approvingly into his touch. His fingertips traced lazy circles over the silky fabric that concealed your thigh, and Satoru couldn't suppress a grin when you hummed approvingly, satisfied with his touch.
Your best friend Satoru, who led you by the hand to the dance floor when a slow song came on. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces as he held you close, dancing with a calm confidence that quietly urged you to follow his lead.
Your best friend Satoru, who kissed you under the twinkling fairy lights of the dimly lit venue as the music concluded. Maybe your ex was watching, but he was long forgotten, especially with the way you kissed him back.
synopsis : Your boss hired a new IT technician, Toji Fushiguro. You’ve been obsessed with him since you met him and became quite creative when it comes to finding excuses to see him, until it backfired on you….
pairing : IT guy!Toji x fem!reader
content,MNDI : fem!reader, mean Toji, smut, (very) dirty talk, humiliation, spanking, spitting, rough unprotected sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, creampie, age gap (you’re in your mid twenties, he’s in his thirties), smut with plot.
word count : 2k
author’s note : hope you’ll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3
“You know you don’t have to break things to get my attention, right?”
You gasp.
Toji is here, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his large chest, a smirk on his face.
And why is he always wearing these insanely tight gym tops ?
Your heart skips a beat as your eyes widen like a doe caught in headlights. You were supposed to be alone here at this time of the night.
And wait, does that mean that he figured you out from the beginning ?
Oh that’s SO embarrassing.
He’s staring at you, his eyes slowly wandering over your face as he proceeds to shamelessly traces the shape of your body, only returning to your eyes once he seems satisfied with what he sees. You feel your cheeks immediately turning red as a delicious knot violently twists between your legs. You feel ridiculous and you know you need to come up with something fast if you don’t want to look like a total idiot.
-W-what are you even-
-Oh shut up. You know what you did, he says with a blank face, walking up to the printer. You definitely look like a total idiot now.
Without breaking eye contact, he nonchalantly opens the lid, removes the problematic piece of paper, and closes it in a quick, dry move. His gaze is so intense that you can’t even hold it.
-Should work better now.
-Thank you….,you whisper, already planning how you’re gonna quit your job and run away as far as possible as soon as you leave the room to avoid the embarrassment of running into him ever again.
-Oh you’re blushing and acting all shy now ? how cute. You were a lot more confident when you thought I hadn’t figured you out, begging for my attention all week.
Your eyes widens even more as your jaw drops instantly. So he definitely knew from the beginning that you were just coming up with excuses to see him which is already enough to die of embarrassment , and he’s making fun of you on top of that ? You’ve never prayed this hard for the floor to open up beneath your feet and swallow you.
What can you even say after that ?
-I-I did not…
He tilts his head with amusement as he steps closer to you.
He’s now so close that you can feel his breath on your face, the cigarette and mint scent setting every single nerve of your body on fire. Despite the shame, you’re already so excited that it’s starting to hurt.
-Y’think I’m dumb ? Your eyes were begging me to fuck you on your desk, right in front of everyone.
Oh.
He lifts his big hand and takes a strand of your hair between his fingers, playing with it.
-Am I wrong ? C’mon. You’re a big girl, own up to it, he says with a mocking grin.
Oh you both know he’s not. Isn’t that what you’ve been craving for, what made you ruin your panties multiple times a day since you met him for the first time, after all ? You finally manage to pull yourself together and look right back at him, a little smirk crossing your face.
-Was it that obvious? you pout. I’m disappointed, I’ve always thought that I was a good actress…
His gaze shifts, becoming darker and sharper as predatory smile appears on his face. It didn’t take him a second to let go of the strand of your hair he was twirling around his fingers to grab the back of your head, pulling your lips against his. He’s literally devouring them, firmly holding your head by your hair, as his other hand slips under your shirt to reach your lower back. You shiver as he suddenly grabs your ass, firmly kneading it while he presses you flush against him. The warmth of his body is intoxicating, such as the feeling of his already hard, thick cock now pressing against your stomach.
Oh, he’s HUGE. Exactly how you expected him to be. You moan at the thought of how it would feel inside you.
“How cute” he says against your lips, as he pulls your head to the side to lick your neck. His other hand roams all over your body, kneading your ass and your upper thighs, snaking up your back and waist before sliding up to your bare chest under your shirt.
-No bra huh ? such a little slut.
A provocative giggle slips out of your mouth. He begins to mercilessly play with your nipples and you reach to his muscular shoulders, nearly about to faint from pleasure and excitement. No one has ever spoken to you this way, and you wouldn’t have let this slide if it had been anybody else. But it feels so right coming from his mouth.
Speaking about that, he presses his thumb against your mouth as his fingers wrap around your jaw and you take it in, avidly sucking it. Your eyes locked in his, you open your mouth wider, flattening your tongue to get him deeper.
“Such a good girl”. You moan at his words, fidgeting from the feeling of your slick getting wetter. You never thought you’d like being treated this way, but the only thing you know now is that you don’t want him to stop.
He pushes deeper in your mouth before slowly taking his thumb back. He lingers on your lips for a few seconds before continuing down to your neck, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he wraps his fingers around it, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling of his rough hands on your delicate skin. You’re literally gonna combust if he keeps teasing you like that.
Just like he could read your mind, his other hand reaches his pants and he starts to unzip them in precise, slow movements, like he’s enjoying playing with your nerves, like he wants you to beg for it, still holding your neck, giving you no choice but to watch him slowly free his tense, hard cock. You get down on your knees.
His pants and boxers fall down, and you can’t believe what you’re seeing. He’s as long as he’s thick, big veins running all over it. You can’t help but smile, staring at it with hungry eyes, shivering from impatience.
He takes it in his huge hand and starts to stroke it.
-That’s what you wanted huh ? can’t wait to ruin your pretty face, he says with a mean grin.
Oh you’re SO fucked.
He frees your neck to let you get closer and you slightly lift his cock to lick it from his balls to the tip, making him sigh.
You’re burning so hard from desire that you don’t even want to tease and play with him, so you open your mouth as wide as you can and take him in. His hands immediately land on your temples, firmly grabbing your head by your hair, helping you take him as deep as you can.
You swallow all his length, fiercely looking up at him, going back and forth as he’s pulling your hair harder with each thrust, groaning each time you push his cock deep in your throat. Your eyes water, drool running all over your chin, falling on the floor.
-What would your colleagues say if they knew how hungry you are for my cock ?
-Hmpff-
-Don’t talk with your mouth full,doll, he laughs as he passes a hand in your hair, still holding your head with the other one. You’re both moaning as you keep devouring him.
A few minutes pass before his grip on the top of your head suddenly tightens and he pulls you back, his cock leaving the depth of your throat, then your mouth in a filthy noise. He holds you still, admiring you sitting there on your knees, breathing heavily with your mouth wide open, tears on your cheeks, a thick string of saliva between your mouth and his cock.
-Look at you, so pretty, exactly where you should be.
You chuckle.
His hand moves down on your face and he firmly grabs your jaw, making you look up at him.
He spits in your mouth with a contemptuous look in his eyes.
“Good girl”, he says with a mean grin as you swallow everything with a smile on your face, and he surprisingly runs a gentle thumb over your cheek and lower lip, spreading your saliva over them.
-Wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated.
You roll your eyes.
-You’re so fucking corny…
He smirks and raises an eyebrow.
-Still running your mouth after all that hm ? Now get up.
You obey, his hand still holding your jaw, and you kiss him as soon as your face gets in front of his.
“Still hungry ?”, you desperately nod in response, which makes him laugh.
He presses you flush against him, his tongue is everywhere in your mouth while his hand is roaming all over your body, finally reaching your inner thighs, right on the large damp spot on your panties. You sigh in relief.
-So fucking wet. Is that because of me ? or because you know you’re going to get fucked at your job ? he says, rubbing two fingers against your clit in slow circles while maintaining the pressure around your neck. You moan as your head rests in his hand, eyes closed.
He puts your panties aside.
-Gonna make sure you can take me.
You’re so wet that he effortlessly puts two fingers inside you, chuckling as he sees how ready you already are.
-Oh just fuck me already, you whisper with desperation, impatience creeping into your voice at this point.
-Beg me then
-Now you’re being corny again…
You look up at him and he’s not laughing, glaring at you with annoyance.
-Okay, you sigh. Can you fuck me ? pleeeaaase ?
Without a word, he flips you back like you weighed nothing and pins you against the printer; abruptly lifting your skirt and readjusting your panties to the side with one hand, making you lean over it with another.
He rubs his cock between your folds, firmly holding it to put pressure on your clit each time it meets it, sending shivers through your body.
He stops at your entrance and stays there for a few seconds, applying pressure with his tip but not going in, making you squirm from frustration, chasing his cock with your hips. You look back, glaring daggers at him. He’s undeniably enjoying watching your pussy trying to swallow him, aching to be filled.
-You want it,hm? Toji says with a mean satisfied grin on his face.
As you were about to open your mouth to beg him, he grabs your hips and pushes inside with a slow but firm thrust, your pussy clenching around each inch as he goes balls deep. You let out a long cry of pleasure and relief.
-So fucking tight but taking me so good, he says, slapping and kneading your ass and thighs as he immediately begins to rail you, mean, rough strokes filling your pussy at a terrible pace.
This is so good that you’re just a screaming mess now, knuckles turning white against the edges of the printer that’s loudly banging against the wall. Your pussy is dripping around him, leaking on his balls that are slapping against your clit with loud, wet noises that are driving you crazy. He’s muffling profanities, all your nerves and senses are burning.
So this is what Sexxy Red meant with “pound town”. And now you understand why she’s always talking about it.
-Too fucking loud, he scolds, cutting you off mid moan. You look back at him, eyebrows frowned, ready to talk back, but you didn’t expect him to rip off your panties, still railing you. The hand that had been gripping your thigh suddenly moves back to your throat, drawing a sigh of surprise and excitement from you.
-Open up, he orders.
He shoves your wet panties inside your mouth and closes it back with his huge hand, keeping it over your now stuffed mouth as his pace grows even faster and rougher than before. This is so humiliating, and this thought makes you come in a soul crushing orgasm, emptying your lungs and making your eyes roll back which earns you a slap on your ass, followed by an amused grunt.
-Coming already ? pathetic.
His hand leaves your mouth to spread all over your face, palm open, pinning you against the printer as the other does the same on your lower back, anchoring you in place. Just when you thought that he couldn’t possibly get any rougher, his thrusts gets faster and meaner, your muffled groans mingles with his, the wet sound of his cock going in and out of your ruined pussy combined to his hips slapping against your skin creating the most obscene scene ever.
He’s fucking you so dumb that you come again in a brutal orgasm, he keeps fucking you through it as you’re freezing from the pleasure, goosebumps all over your body.
-Good girl, he says in a deep, breathy moan.
You can’t think straight anymore, drool coming out of your mouth, your panties too soaked to absorb it anymore. You’ve been dreaming of being fucked like that.
His grunts get louder, shakier, almost like an animal as he grips your thigh so hard that you know it’s gonna be covered with bruises tomorrow. You didn’t even have time to recover from your last orgasm when you feel his cock twitch deep inside you, sending you all over the edge again. This last orgasm is so devastating, making you see stars as your vision turns blurry and your body goes limp.
-Again ? Poor thing, so sensitive.
Liquid keeps leaking from your insanely stretched pussy down your inner thighs, the spongy noise resonating in the room and probably in the whole building too.
-Look at that, dripping all over my cock. You should see how ruined this pretty pussy is.
You shake and scream in his hand, as yours are desperately searching for something to hold on to. He comes, buried inside you with four deep, rough strokes, lifting your head slightly only to shove it back down again at each thrust, groaning like an animal. He stops moving and you both remain there, motionless for a few seconds, your erratic breathes being the only sound filling the room.
He abruptly pulls out in a loud squelch, making you twitch, as his cum immediately starts slowly dripping down your thighs. A mean spank unexpectedly lands on your already red and aching skin, your body not even reacting after what it’s been put through, which makes him laugh. You hear the sound of pants and a zipper being pulled up.
synopsis : Your boss hired a new IT technician, Toji Fushiguro. You’ve been obsessed with him since you met him and became quite creative when it comes to finding excuses to see him, until it backfired on you….
pairing : IT guy!Toji x fem!reader
content,MNDI : fem!reader, mean Toji, smut, (very) dirty talk, curse words, humiliation, spanking, spitting, rough unprotected sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, creampie, age gap (you’re in your mid twenties, he’s in his thirties), smut with plot.
word count : 2k
author’s note : hope you’ll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3
“You know you don’t have to break things to get my attention, right?”
You gasp.
Toji is here, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his large chest, a smirk on his face.
And why is he always wearing these insanely tight gym tops ?
Your heart skips a beat as your eyes widen like a doe caught in headlights. You were supposed to be alone here at this time of the night.
And wait, does that mean that he figured you out from the beginning ?
Oh that’s SO embarrassing.
He’s staring at you, his eyes slowly wandering over your face as he proceeds to shamelessly traces the shape of your body, only returning to your eyes once he seems satisfied with what he sees. You feel your cheeks immediately turning red as a delicious knot violently twists between your legs. You feel ridiculous and you know you need to come up with something fast if you don’t want to look like a total idiot.
-W-what are you even-
-Oh shut up. You know what you did, he says with a blank face, walking up to the printer. You definitely look like a total idiot now.
Without breaking eye contact, he nonchalantly opens the lid, removes the problematic piece of paper, and closes it in a quick, dry move. His gaze is so intense that you can’t even hold it.
-Should work better now.
-Thank you….,you whisper, already planning how you’re gonna quit your job and run away as far as possible as soon as you leave the room to avoid the embarrassment of running into him ever again.
-Oh you’re blushing and acting all shy now ? how cute. You were a lot more confident when you thought I hadn’t figured you out, begging for my attention all week.
Your eyes widens even more as your jaw drops instantly. So he definitely knew from the beginning that you were just coming up with excuses to see him which is already enough to die of embarrassment , and he’s making fun of you on top of that ? You’ve never prayed this hard for the floor to open up beneath your feet and swallow you.
What can you even say after that ?
-I-I did not…
He tilts his head with amusement as he steps closer to you.
He’s now so close that you can feel his breath on your face, the cigarette and mint scent setting every single nerve of your body on fire. Despite the shame, you’re already so excited that it’s starting to hurt.
-Y’think I’m dumb ? Your eyes were begging me to fuck you on your desk, right in front of everyone.
Oh.
He lifts his big hand and takes a strand of your hair between his fingers, playing with it.
-Am I wrong ? C’mon. You’re a big girl, own up to it, he says with a mocking grin.
Oh you both know he’s not. Isn’t that what you’ve been craving for, what made you ruin your panties multiple times a day since you met him for the first time, after all ? You finally manage to pull yourself together and look right back at him, a little smirk crossing your face.
-Was it that obvious? you pout. I’m disappointed, I’ve always thought that I was a good actress…
His gaze shifts, becoming darker and sharper as predatory smile appears on his face. It didn’t take him a second to let go of the strand of your hair he was twirling around his fingers to grab the back of your head, pulling your lips against his. He’s literally devouring them, firmly holding your head by your hair, as his other hand slips under your shirt to reach your lower back. You shiver as he suddenly grabs your ass, firmly kneading it while he presses you flush against him. The warmth of his body is intoxicating, such as the feeling of his already hard, thick cock now pressing against your stomach.
Oh, he’s HUGE. Exactly how you expected him to be. You moan at the thought of how it would feel inside you.
“How cute” he says against your lips, as he pulls your head to the side to lick your neck. His other hand roams all over your body, kneading your ass and your upper thighs, snaking up your back and waist before sliding up to your bare chest under your shirt.
-No bra huh ? such a little slut.
A provocative giggle slips out of your mouth. He begins to mercilessly play with your nipples and you reach to his muscular shoulders, nearly about to faint from pleasure and excitement. No one has ever spoken to you this way, and you wouldn’t have let this slide if it had been anybody else. But it feels so right coming from his mouth.
Speaking about that, he presses his thumb against your mouth as his fingers wrap around your jaw and you take it in, avidly sucking it. Your eyes locked in his, you open your mouth wider, flattening your tongue to get him deeper.
“Such a good girl”. You moan at his words, fidgeting from the feeling of your slick getting wetter. You never thought you’d like being treated this way, but the only thing you know now is that you don’t want him to stop.
He pushes deeper in your mouth before slowly taking his thumb back. He lingers on your lips for a few seconds before continuing down to your neck, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he wraps his fingers around it, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling of his rough hands on your delicate skin. You’re literally gonna combust if he keeps teasing you like that.
Just like he could read your mind, his other hand reaches his pants and he starts to unzip them in precise, slow movements, like he’s enjoying playing with your nerves, like he wants you to beg for it, still holding your neck, giving you no choice but to watch him slowly free his tense, hard cock. You get down on your knees.
His pants and boxers fall down, and you can’t believe what you’re seeing. He’s as long as he’s thick, big veins running all over it. You can’t help but smile, staring at it with hungry eyes, shivering from impatience.
He takes it in his huge hand and starts to stroke it.
-That’s what you wanted huh ? can’t wait to ruin your pretty face, he says with a mean grin.
Oh you’re SO fucked.
He frees your neck to let you get closer and you slightly lift his cock to lick it from his balls to the tip, making him sigh.
You’re burning so hard from desire that you don’t even want to tease and play with him, so you open your mouth as wide as you can and take him in. His hands immediately land on your temples, firmly grabbing your head by your hair, helping you take him as deep as you can.
You swallow all his length, fiercely looking up at him, going back and forth as he’s pulling your hair harder with each thrust, groaning each time you push his cock deep in your throat. Your eyes water, drool running all over your chin, falling on the floor.
-What would your colleagues say if they knew how hungry you are for my cock ?
-Hmpff-
-Don’t talk with your mouth full,doll, he laughs as he passes a hand in your hair, still holding your head with the other one. You’re both moaning as you keep devouring him.
A few minutes pass before his grip on the top of your head suddenly tightens and he pulls you back, his cock leaving the depth of your throat, then your mouth in a filthy noise. He holds you still, admiring you sitting there on your knees, breathing heavily with your mouth wide open, tears on your cheeks, a thick string of saliva between your mouth and his cock.
-Look at you, so pretty, exactly where you should be.
You chuckle.
His hand moves down on your face and he firmly grabs your jaw, making you look up at him.
He spits in your mouth with a contemptuous look in his eyes.
“Good girl”, he says with a mean grin as you swallow everything with a smile on your face, and he surprisingly runs a gentle thumb over your cheek and lower lip, spreading your saliva over them.
-Wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated.
You roll your eyes.
-You’re so fucking corny…
He smirks and raises an eyebrow.
-Still running your mouth after all that hm ? Now get up.
You obey, his hand still holding your jaw, and you kiss him as soon as your face gets in front of his.
“Still hungry ?”, you desperately nod in response, which makes him laugh.
He presses you flush against him, his tongue is everywhere in your mouth while his hand is roaming all over your body, finally reaching your inner thighs, right on the large damp spot on your panties. You sigh in relief.
-So fucking wet. Is that because of me ? or because you know you’re going to get fucked at your job ? he says, rubbing two fingers against your clit in slow circles while maintaining the pressure around your neck. You moan as your head rests in his hand, eyes closed.
He puts your panties aside.
-Gonna make sure you can take me.
You’re so wet that he effortlessly puts two fingers inside you, chuckling as he sees how ready you already are.
-Oh just fuck me already, you whisper with desperation, impatience creeping into your voice at this point.
-Beg me then
-Now you’re being corny again…
You look up at him and he’s not laughing, glaring at you with annoyance.
-Okay, you sigh. Can you fuck me ? pleeeaaase ?
Without a word, he flips you back like you weighed nothing and pins you against the printer; abruptly lifting your skirt and readjusting your panties to the side with one hand, making you lean over it with another.
He rubs his cock between your folds, firmly holding it to put pressure on your clit each time it meets it, sending shivers through your body.
He stops at your entrance and stays there for a few seconds, applying pressure with his tip but not going in, making you squirm from frustration, chasing his cock with your hips. You look back, glaring daggers at him. He’s undeniably enjoying watching your pussy trying to swallow him, aching to be filled.
-You want it,hm? Toji says with a mean satisfied grin on his face.
As you were about to open your mouth to beg him, he grabs your hips and pushes inside with a slow but firm thrust, your pussy clenching around each inch as he goes balls deep. You let out a long cry of pleasure and relief.
-So fucking tight but taking me so good, he says, slapping and kneading your ass and thighs as he immediately begins to rail you, mean, rough strokes filling your pussy at a terrible pace.
This is so good that you’re just a screaming mess now, knuckles turning white against the edges of the printer that’s loudly banging against the wall. Your pussy is dripping around him, leaking on his balls that are slapping against your clit with loud, wet noises that are driving you crazy. He’s muffling profanities, all your nerves and senses are burning.
So this is what Sexxy Red meant with “pound town”. And now you understand why she’s always talking about it.
-Too fucking loud, he scolds, cutting you off mid moan. You look back at him, eyebrows frowned, ready to talk back, but you didn’t expect him to rip off your panties, still railing you. The hand that had been gripping your thigh suddenly moves back to your throat, drawing a sigh of surprise and excitement from you.
-Open up, he orders.
He shoves your wet panties inside your mouth and closes it back with his huge hand, keeping it over your now stuffed mouth as his pace grows even faster and rougher than before. This is so humiliating, and this thought makes you come in a soul crushing orgasm, emptying your lungs and making your eyes roll back which earns you a slap on your ass, followed by an amused grunt.
-Coming already ? pathetic.
His hand leaves your mouth to spread all over your face, palm open, pinning you against the printer as the other does the same on your lower back, anchoring you in place. Just when you thought that he couldn’t possibly get any rougher, his thrusts gets faster and meaner, your muffled groans mingles with his, the wet sound of his cock going in and out of your ruined pussy combined to his hips slapping against your skin creating the most obscene scene ever.
He’s fucking you so dumb that you come again in a brutal orgasm, he keeps fucking you through it as you’re freezing from the pleasure, goosebumps all over your body.
-Good girl, he says in a deep, breathy moan.
You can’t think straight anymore, drool coming out of your mouth, your panties too soaked to absorb it anymore. You’ve been dreaming of being fucked like that.
His grunts get louder, shakier, almost like an animal as he grips your thigh so hard that you know it’s gonna be covered with bruises tomorrow. You didn’t even have time to recover from your last orgasm when you feel his cock twitch deep inside you, sending you all over the edge again. This last orgasm is so devastating, making you see stars as your vision turns blurry and your body goes limp.
-Again ? Poor thing, so sensitive.
Liquid keeps leaking from your insanely stretched pussy down your inner thighs, the spongy noise resonating in the room and probably in the whole building too.
-Look at that, dripping all over my cock. You should see how ruined this pretty pussy is.
You shake and scream in his hand, as yours are desperately searching for something to hold on to. He comes, buried inside you with four deep, rough strokes, lifting your head slightly only to shove it back down again at each thrust, groaning like an animal. He stops moving and you both remain there, motionless for a few seconds, your erratic breathes being the only sound filling the room.
He abruptly pulls out in a loud squelch, making you twitch, as his cum immediately starts slowly dripping down your thighs. A mean spank unexpectedly lands on your already red and aching skin, your body not even reacting after what it’s been put through, which makes him laugh. You hear the sound of pants and a zipper being pulled up.
pairing: plug!suguru x fem!reader — genre: — SMUT 18+ MDNI.. fluffly towards the end. piv, cream pie, mating press, sex as payment?
Word count: 626
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Suguru thrusted into you groaning your name as he leaned back. Enjoying the warmth of your pussy.
“Hold still..” his hand moves down to your hips holding you down as he begins to fasten his past. You helplessly moan, already cockdrunk within seconds.
“Mhm.. sug-“ he cuts you off, discarding the blunt and blowing the smoke in your mouth. shotgunning. His lip piercing rubbing against your lips, You inhale the weed before pulling in him a rough kiss.
you both sloppily make out in his room.. what was just supposed to be a regular pick up became something else.
You arrived at your plug’s, Suguru, apartment to come and get your weekly stash. You knock on his door, waiting for him to open.
Suguru opens the door and sees you, he lazily smiles, staring down at you.
“I see you came to pick up your weed?” he asks, though he already knew the answer to that. You only nodded as he pulled the door more open to let you in.
You step in his apartment, remove your shoes and leave them by the front door. Suguru shamelessly stares at your ass as you removed your shoes. You walked further, already knowing the layout of his apartment.
Suguru disappears into his room, assuming to go get your order.. you wait patiently on the couch. When Suguru arrives he sets the stash in front of you. You reach over for your wallet and begin to count how much you owe him.. handing over the money you realized you were just 50 short.
“Fuck.” You said under breath. What the fuck were you suppose to do now?
“I.. don’t have another 50..” you speak up and look up to meet Suguru’s eyes. Only to be met with his red eyes already looking at you.
“I’ll just give you the 50 the next time—“ he cuts you off by laughing softly and shaking his head. “No.. it’s fine.. But…” he trails off.
“I do know another way my favorite customer can make up the 50”
So that’s how you ended up here. Your plug fucking you onto his bed. Your hands find his back, clawing it, leaving no room for doubt that marks would sure appear tomorrow.
Suguru pulls away from the kiss, and grabs both of your legs, he places it on his shoulder and leans down. Mating press—
“Mhm! Wai-“ you could barely even finish as the new angle hit the spot right.. you shake your head, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You were about to cum and Suguru could tell too..
“Wanna cum for me?” He asks softly kissing your cheek as he fuck into you
“Fuck you have such a perfect body, and pussy..” he mutters. The sound of skin slapping and moans full up the room as suguru could only help but reach down and rub your clit.
Your back arches off the bed and your chest against his. “Please— I’m so close!!” You begged looking at him through your teared eyes. You can see his gaze soften, he nods and kisses you softly.
At the same time your orgasm crashes into you.. you helplessly moan into his mouth. Suguru quickens his pace as he tries to reach his own peak. Within two more thrust he finishes inside you.. groaning against your neck.. he lets go of your legs letting them collapse. He lays on top of you, arms wrapped around your waist.. and peppers your face in kisses.. he grabs a nearby blanket and covers your naked bodies.
“Stay for the night..” he whispers softly, looking down at you. You only nod, your mind still clearly not cleared up.
So you did.. you leaned in his warmth and chest. Falling asleep in your plug’s arms.
A/N: believe me when i say I wrote this in 20 minutes in my school’s parking lot. Kind of ass ngl but I was so bored I just had to write something 😭😭
synopsis : Your boss hired a new IT technician, Toji Fushiguro. You’ve been obsessed with him since you met him and became quite creative when it comes to finding excuses to see him, until it backfired on you….
pairing : IT guy!Toji x fem!reader
content,MNDI : fem!reader, age gap (you’re in your mid twenties, he’s in his thirties), kinda mean and rude Toji, scheming to see your hot coworker, light smut (for now), smut with plot, mention of masturbation.
word count : 1k
author’s note : hiiii ! I’m so excited to share this with you guys, I just got back to writing after more than 10 years ! I love smut with plot and this one is in two parts so bear with me. Also, this is my first time writing a full fic in English which isn’t my native language so please be nice to me lol. Hope you like it <3
You deliberately “broke” your computer twice in three days. Why would you do that ? well, your boss hired a new IT guy two weeks ago and he’s the hottest man you’ve ever seen.
He’s been the hot topic among your female colleagues ever since, so you heard about him before actually meeting him in the hallway a few days ago. A tall, muscular dark haired man with a scar on his lips, probably in his late thirties, who didn’t even bother to say “hi” back when you walked past him. You would’ve hated him if you didn’t have a thing for rude, inaccessible men.
He’s since been in all the little filthy scenarios that play in your head when you touch yourself at night, kinda sad as soon as you finish at the thought that they’re probably never gonna come true. How would you ever have the opportunity to fuck with a man that you never come across and who didn’t even acknowledge your existence the only time it happened ?
But the third day, Jenn, who’s sitting at the desk to next yours, called the IT department to fix something on her computer.
That’s how you found out he’s the one who comes whenever one of you needs help.
It felt like the world stopped spinning when he entered the open space, your heart skipping a beat each time as his loud footsteps got closer.
“Need help ma’am?” he nonchalantly asked her.
She turned red as she tried to explain, stuttering and fidgeting on her chair, and you tried your hardest not to laugh at her.
He started doing his IT guy stuff you know nothing about, and his focused face made him so much more attractive than he already was.
You could smell his cologne from here, and no matter how hard you tried to focus on your screen, you couldn’t keep yourself from glancing at his big defined pecs under his tight shirt and veiny muscular arms typing on the keyboard.
You squeezed your thighs together in a desperate attempt to stop the warm wave flowing in your pussy but it only made it worse.
“Should be good now”, Toji told Jenn as he straightened up, and his gaze met yours. That was the first time he ever looked at you, finally acknowledging your existence. So brief yet so intense, and that’s when you knew you HAD to have him and to find a way to see him again.
The next day, you poured coffee into your keyboard. Not the whole cup,but just enough to ruin it.
You called him, trying to sound as innocent and professional as possible as you were getting wet by the simple fact of talking with him.
“So, what’s the problem?” Toji asked as he was standing next to you with his arms crossed, making all his veins and muscles pop out.
“Well, um, nothing happens when I type on my keyboard…” you said with a sorry smile.
He leaned over you without even bothering to ask you to move a bit aside.
Your heart started beating so hard in your chest that you swore he could hear it. You’ve never been this close to him and your eyes widened at the view of his body so close to you.
He took a look at the keyboard for a few seconds before suddenly leaving the room without a single word, pulling you out of the sinful scenarios you’ve been playing in your head and leaving you stunned.
He came back a few minutes later with a brand new keyboard, handing it to you with a condescending glare.
“Stop drinking coffee over your stuff if you don’t know how to do it properly”, he said with a contemptuous tone as he left without giving you the time to mumble a justification.
Despite the way he made you feel incredibly stupid, his presence was so intoxicating that you wanted, you needed more.
You waited two more days/the longest two days of your life/to avoid looking too suspicious, and decided to unplug a random cable behind your computer, a perfect excuse to ask for his help again.
“So what’s going on today, miss ?” Toji asked, raising an eyebrow, not even trying to hide how annoyed he was with you.
“Um, yeah, that’s kinda weird but my screen won’t turn on….” you said, trying to look as confused as possible.
He rolled his eyes and sighed as he leaned down to take a look at what was going on under your desk. His forearm brushed against your leg, and it took everything in you to not snicker at this sudden touch.
You shamelessly admired his body, his muscles moving as he worked his way through the cables, picturing what he’d look like without his clothes.
You exchanged a knowing glance and smirk with Jenn who was enjoying the view too.
He finally stood back up and locked his eyes right into yours, still with that unreadable face that always makes you feel so small.
“Plug it next time.”
Jenn chuckled in her sleeve.
And just like he did two days ago, he turned back and left without waiting for an answer, leaving you feeling incredibly dumb and way more excited than you should be.
You rolled your eyes at Jenn and went back to work, trying to ignore the soaked panties sticking between your thighs.
You’re staying later than usual tonight.
Your boss gave you the deadline for this project a month ago, but you still managed to procrastinate like you always do (and the fact that you kept replaying the scene where Toji was under your desk earlier that day didn’t help either), so you end up rushing everything, stressed and overstimulated, alone in the open space.
“I just need to print these fucking pages and I’ll finally be done”, you say out loud to yourself, massaging your scalp to appease the migraine that’s beating up your brain after you spent more than 10 hours in front of your screen.
You get up and toss your heels under your desk because damn, these things HURT.
The sound of your bare feet resonates through the quiet, empty building. You enter the printer room, plug in your USB drive, and launch the print job.
You’re zoning out, staring at the wall in front of you, trying to come up with a new excuse to see Toji again when a sudden loud mechanical noise pulls you out of your thoughts. The printer is jammed again, for the third time this week.
Exhausted and out of patience, you bang on it with all your strength, knowing damn well it won’t help, but at this point, it’s just the stress and lack of sleep talking.
“You know you don’t have to break things to get my attention, right?”
You flinch.
Toji is here, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his large chest, a smirk on his face.
୨୧ sukuna fucking toji's girlfriend right next to him
toji fucks you good. he always does. but tonight he was drunk. needy. a little too quick. he’d kissed your shoulder after, all satisfied and loose, told you you were perfect and rolled over with a low, sleepy sigh like he hadn’t just left you half-full and throbbing. you didn’t have the heart to say it. just smiled, tucked your face into the pillow, and waited for the ache to go away.
it doesn’t.
your thighs are sticky. your underwear's still twisted around one leg, barely covering anything, and every little shift of your hips makes it worse—makes it better—makes you desperate. you don’t know when your hand ends up there, but your fingers are wet instantly. too wet. not enough. you rub slow and soft, like maybe if you’re quiet, you won’t feel so fucking pathetic for doing it next to him. but it’s no good. you can't focus. can't angle your wrist right. can’t stop thinking about—sukuna.
still here. still in the guest room across the hall. the thought makes your skin prickle. he’s probably half-naked. maybe passed out. maybe not. maybe he heard everything earlier. maybe he’s—
you freeze.
the door creaks. the air shifts. you don’t turn your head, but you feel it. that heat. that presence. and then his voice. “you good, sweetheart?”
your stomach flips. you stay still. pretend you’re asleep. pretend you’re not soaked and empty and writhing into the mattress like a bitch in heat.
he laughs. and the bed dips behind you.
you flinch.
“couldn’t sleep,” he murmurs, like it’s nothing. like crawling into bed behind his best friend’s girlfriend while he’s dead asleep isn’t the sickest thing he’s ever done. you don’t say anything. you can’t. his chest is pressed to your back, warm and massive. his hand ghosts over your hip like he’s not even sure if he’s touching you or not.
but then it slides lower. under the covers. between your thighs. and you don’t stop him.
you should. you know that. you should grab his wrist, push him off, wake toji, scream. but you just gasp, barely, when his fingers brush your cunt and find it already soaking. his breath catches against the back of your neck.
you don’t even mean to move—your body just does it, grinding back into his hand in this tiny, helpless little roll that makes his breath stutter against your neck. he wasn’t expecting you to be that needy. that open. that willing.
but now he’s losing composure faster than you are.
“shit… look at you.” his voice is barely there, all breath and hunger. “you’re fuckin’ dripping.”
his fingers slide deeper, testing how far he can push without waking the man passed out inches from you. toji shifts in his sleep, arm tightening around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest—and closer into sukuna’s fingers.
you gasp into the pillow. sukuna’s hand clamps over your mouth instantly, big and warm and shaking just a little.
“quiet.” he’s whispering like a threat, but it’s soft, indulgent. “unless you want him to see you like this.”
his fingers curl inside you and your back arches—your thighs trembling around his wrist. he drags his thumb over your clit, slower this time, cruel, like he’s savoring the way your hips twitch.
you’re already close. embarrassingly close. he feels it in the way your cunt clenches around him, desperate and wet.
“fuck, baby—” his breath hits your ear. “toji didn’t fuck you right at all, did he?”
you shake your head. you don’t trust your voice.
“no?” he smirks against your skin. “yeah. i can feel it. you’re so tight my fingers can barely move.”
he pushes them deeper anyway. your eyes roll back. you bite the sheet. “bet you were lying there wishing it was me,” he whispers. “weren’t you?”
you don’t answer, but your hips tell the truth.
he laughs under his breath, grinding his hard cock into the soft curve of your ass, letting you feel just how badly he wants you.
“knew it.”
his palm slides up your stomach, grabbing your breast through the fabric of toji’s shirt—twisting your nipple until you jerk and nearly whimper out loud.
toji shifts again, sighing in his sleep, and your whole body goes rigid.
sukuna’s lips brush the back of your shoulder. “relax,” he whispers. “he’s dead to the world. trust me.”
his fingers speed up, turning wet, sharp, merciless—circling your clit in tight, perfect spirals that make your thighs clamp around his wrist and your breath come out in broken, strangled sobs.
you’re trying so hard to be quiet. you’re shaking with the effort.
and sukuna’s losing it. his breathing is uneven. hungry. his hips grind against you like he’s seconds from ripping his sweats off and sinking inside you.
“cum for me,” he whispers. “fucking do it. right here. on my fingers. while he’s holding you.”
your body breaks before your mind does—your orgasm hits you like a punch, messy and hot, clenching around his fingers so hard he chokes on a groan.
you bury your face in the pillow to keep from screaming, every shudder traveling up into toji’s arm where it’s still curled around your waist.
sukuna doesn’t stop. not when you break. not when you twitch. not when your legs shake violently against his.
he fucks you through it. slow at first. then deeper.
“still needy,” he murmurs, rubbing your overstimulated clit with the same fingers that just made you cum. “you want more, don’t you?”
you nod, breathless. helpless.
and sukuna presses his cock against your ass again, harder this time.
he’s throbbing. leaking through his pajamas.
“good,” he whispers. “because i’m not leaving this bed until you’re full.”
he shifts behind you, nudging your legs further apart with his knee, and his cock drags right against your ass now—heavy and obvious through the fabric. he’s so hard. and he’s not pretending otherwise anymore.
“you want it, don’t you?” he mutters, biting softly at the curve of your shoulder. “want me to fuck you while he sleeps right next to us. nasty girl.”
you don’t answer. you just nodand roll your hips up into his hand like you’re begging for it.
“say it,” he hisses. “say you want me. say you need more.”
“please,” you whisper. “please fuck me.”
he growls low in his throat like it’s a command his body’s been waiting for. he pulls his hand away, your cunt clenching around nothing now, slick and throbbing. and then you feel him tug his sweats down, the rustle of fabric loud in the silence. his cock presses against your entrance—already soaked from how messy you are—and you feel the stretch before he even pushes in.
you gasp. he clamps his hand over your mouth. “shhh, can’t wake him up now,” he says, and the amusement in his voice makes your cheeks burn. “be quiet while i stuff you, baby. be fuckin’ quiet.”
and then he’s inside you. slow. inch by inch, splitting you open, dragging through your soaked walls like he’s savoring it. you can feel everything. every thick pulse, every twitch, every breath he takes as he sinks in deeper and deeper until he’s flush against you, cock buried to the hilt in someone else’s girlfriend.
“fuck,” he groans, voice caught in his throat. “so fuckin’ tight. bet you’ve been dreaming about this.”
you have.
you didn’t want to. but you have.
he starts moving. slow at first, careful not to shake the bed, but it’s torture. your cunt clenches around him like you’re trying to hold him inside, trying to pull him deeper. and he laughs into your skin when he feels it.
“you’re fuckin’ dripping. you like this, don’t you? letting me fuck you while he’s holding you.”
and he is—toji’s still right there, arm heavy over your waist, his chest rising and falling against your side like nothing’s wrong, like you’re not being ruined an inch away by the man he calls his brother.
sukuna fucks you slow and mean. no mercy in the way his hips roll into you, no softness in the way he grinds up deep every time your thighs shake.
“gonna make you cum on my cock,” he growls, hand wrapping around your throat now. “gonna fill this little cunt up and let him wake up to the mess.”
your orgasm hits like fire—so sharp and hard it steals the sound from your lungs. your whole body seizes and shakes and he fucks you through it, grunting against your back, thrusts getting messy, more frantic.
“yeah, that’s it, fuckin’ take it. take every inch—fuck—take this cum, baby—”
he sinks in one last time, hips grinding deep as he spills inside you, thick and so much it leaks out around him before he even pulls out. and when he does, you can feel the slick mess trailing down your thighs, your body still twitching from aftershocks.
he presses a kiss to your shoulder like a thank you.
“go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he whispers. “i’ll clean you up in the morning.”
in which the men turn to the AITA subreddit for opinions on their relationship disputes. the comments aren't always the most...supportive
warnings: just fluff and crack, some cursing, some sexual language, prob not the most accurate depiction of reddit (I am not familiar with the platform so I did my best lol), non curse au mostly, NOT PROOFREAD (this was a pain to edit you don't even know so I don't want to hear it)
featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna
(Pregnant reader, 4 year old Megumi, suggestive, night time routine, so much fluff, domesticity, everyone’s happy)
Your home was a little quiet tonight but it was never truly quiet with a four-year-old running around all day and another baby growing steadily beneath your ribs, but softer. The yellow kitchen light looked warmer at night. The couch felt more lived in. The blankets smelled faintly like fabric softener and baby shampoo and Toji’s cologne mixed together. This time of the month it gets chilly in the night time.
You stood in front of the stove slowly stirring soup, one hand supporting the underside of your stomach while the other moved the spoon in lazy circles. Your back hurt in that dull, exhausting way it had started hurting every evening now. Not an unbearable pain but it just constant. Like your body was reminding you every second that it was doing something enormous for your little family.
Your baby shifted suddenly inside you and you let out a small breath, pressing your palm over the movement instinctively.
“Easy,” you mumbled quietly. “You’re already worse than your father.”
From the living room came the sound of cartoons and little feet thumping against the floor.
“Mama, look!”
Megumi came running toward you in mismatched pajamas, one sock half off his foot, holding up a drawing with both hands proudly. His dark hair stuck up in ten different directions from his bath earlier and his serious little expression looked so much like his father’s sometimes that it genuinely startled you.
You bent carefully to take the paper from him. It was mostly scribbles. A tall stick man. A smaller one.
“That’s daddy,” Megumi informed you seriously.
“I could tell.”
“And this is you.”
The round blob beside him had a huge stomach drawn onto it. You laughed so suddenly your eyes watered. Pregnancy had made you emotional in the strangest ways. Last week you cried because the grocery store ran out of the yogurt you liked. Two days ago you cried because Megumi kissed your cheek before preschool and said you he can’t wait to come back home and tell you about his day.
Now you were tearing up over a badly drawn stick figure. Megumi frowned immediately. “Mama?”
“No, baby, I’m okay.” You wiped under your eyes quickly, smiling. “I just love it.”
He looked suspicious for another second before accepting that answer.
“Daddy late again?”
Your chest sunk a little. “Yeah,” you said softly. “But he’ll be home soon.”
You miss your husband so much. Toji had been working almost nonstop lately. Gym trainer during the day. Private sessions in evenings. Repair jobs with an old friend on weekends. Anything extra he could pick up without completely killing himself. You hated it sometimes, seeing how exhausted he came home, seeing the shadows beneath his eyes deepen little by little, but every time you brought it up he only looked at you like the answer was obvious.
“You’re pregnant,” he had told you firmly just last week while helping fold laundry at midnight. “You’re staying home and resting. End of discussion.”
“I can still work, Toji.”
“You already are working.”
Then he had pressed his large hand against your stomach gently. “Making my kid sounds pretty exhausting to me.” You smiled to yourself remembering it.
Even now, after all these years, he still knew exactly how to make your heart fold into itself. Back in university you honestly thought you would kill each other someday.
Your relationship with Toji had started with arguments in crowded hallways, sarcastic remarks during lectures, him stealing your pens just to irritate you, and you yelling at him for never taking anything seriously. He had been impossible back then. Reckless. Difficult. Always smirking at the wrong moments with those sharp green eyes like he knew exactly how badly he affected people.
Especially you. And God, he was beautiful. He has always been beautiful though. Sometimes painfully so.
Even now, years later, after marriage and sleepless nights and bills and parenthood and ordinary domestic routines, he still had the ability to make you blush like you were ninteen again.
He was large in a way that filled spaces effortlessly. Tall, broad shoulders, heavy arms covered in veins and scars, lean muscle earned from years of hard work. Dark hair that always looked messy no matter what he did with it. Sharp eyes softened only for you and Megumi. A face that looked intimidating to everyone else but became impossibly gentle whenever he looked at his family.
Sometimes he came home exhausted, sweaty from work, hair damp and shirt clinging to his chest, and you still caught yourself staring at him like an idiot. Pregnancy had changed your body so much lately.
Your breasts felt heavy and sore constantly. Your ankles swelled if you stood too long. Your feet ached by evening. Your hair had started coming out in clumps during showers and every single time it happened you stared at the strands in your hand trying not to cry. It wasn’t like this during Megumi’s time.
Your stomach had rounded beautifully now at six months, though some days you only saw the weight gain, the stretch marks beginning near your hips, the exhaustion sitting permanently beneath your eyes.
Tonight you wore one of Toji’s favorite nightdresses. Soft cotton, pale cream colored, loose enough for your stomach, ending just above your knees. Really comfortable because that mattered more than anything lately.
The front door unlocked around ten thirty. Immediately Megumi lit up. “Dad!”
Heavy footsteps entered the apartment followed by the familiar sound of keys hitting the bowl near the entrance. Then Toji appeared.
Black compression shirt stretched tight across his chest, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, gym bag slung over one shoulder. He looked exhausted. Completely exhausted. But the second his eyes landed on you and Megumi, his entire face softened.
Like home had finally found him again. Megumi launched himself at him instantly and Toji caught him easily with one arm.
“Hey,” he muttered, kissing the side of his son’s head.
Then his gaze shifted to you standing near the kitchen. And there it was. That look. Like he still couldn’t believe you said “yes”.
“You’re still awake.”
“And you’re late!”
“Had another client.”
You frowned immediately. “Toji.”
“What?” he said innocently while setting Megumi down. “I’m fine.” You walked toward him slowly and immediately his hands settled on your waist out of instinct, large palms warm through the thin fabric of your nightdress.
“You look tired.”
“So do you.”
“That’s completely different baby.”
He snorted quietly before leaning down to kiss your forehead first. Then your temple. Then your cheek. Small, familiar affections from your dear husband. His hand slid over your stomach gently.
“How’s my girl been?”
The baby kicked almost immediately beneath his touch and Toji laughed softly under his breath.
“There she is.” Your chest hurt suddenly with love. It happened often lately. You loved him so much it genuinely became overwhelming sometimes.
Then his eyes narrowed toward the stove.
“You waited for me to eat again?” You looked away immediately.
“I-…”
“Baby.” His voice dropped softer now. “I told you not to do that.”
“I wasn’t hungry yet.”
“That’s bullshit.”
Megumi chose that exact moment to loudly announce, “Mama cried over my drawing.” You gasped. “Megumi!”
Toji looked at you instantly. “Why were you crying?”
“I was not crying.”
“You definitely were.”
Pregnancy had destroyed your ability to lie convincingly. Toji sighed softly, rubbing your side affectionately. “You gotta stop waiting for me all the time.”
“But I like eating with you.”
His expression changed immediately after that. Softened completely. God, you still had no defense against that look.
“C’mere,” he murmured.
He pulled you against him carefully despite your stomach and kissed the top of your head while one hand rubbed slow circles against your lower back.
“I’m sorry I’m late.” Dinner became your favorite part of the night lately. Megumi talking endlessly about preschool. Toji listening while half dead tired. You serving food while Toji repeatedly told you to sit down before he physically made you. Little domestic conversations about groceries and school forms and whether there was enough milk for tomorrow morning.
After dinner, despite your protests, Toji rolled up his sleeves and did the dishes.
Like always. “You cooked,” he said simply when you tried arguing. “Go sit down.”
So you sat at the kitchen counter watching him quietly. His forearms flexed beneath warm water. Dark tattoos disappearing beneath rolled sleeves. Wet hair falling into his eyes while Megumi sat nearby coloring messily.
This was your life now. Not glamorous. Not perfect but warm instead. Later you helped Megumi prepare for tomorrow. Tiny lunchbox packed carefully together while Toji checked his school bag. Arguing over breakfast plans. Megumi insisting he wanted dinosaur shaped pancakes again.
“You’re spoiling him,” you told Toji.
“He’s literally four.”
“And dramatic.”
“He got that from you.”
You glared while Toji grinned unapologetically. By midnight Megumi was finally asleep. Your home dimmed into silence after that.
Laundry sat unfolded beside you both on the couch while some random late-night show played quietly in the background. You folded tiny shirts while resting your swollen feet in Toji’s lap. Every now and then he massaged your ankle absentmindedly while sorting clothes.
You watched him quietly. Still handsome enough to make your stomach flutter. Still yours.
“You want something mama?” he asked without looking up.
“No.”
“Liar.”
You smiled sleepily. “You’ve changed a lot.” That made him shift his attention towards you. His eyes lifted toward you slowly.
“What brought that on?”
“You used to be terrible.”
“I’m still terrible.”
“You stole my notes in university because you thought annoying me was funny.”
“It was funny.”
“You picked fights with me every single day.”
“You were cute when angry, well you still are ngl.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. Then your expression softened. “You’re a good husband, Toji.”
Something unreadable crossed his face then. You could feel him getting shy. Which still shocked you because this was Toji. The same man who once acted like vulnerability would physically kill him.
“You make it easy,” he said finally. Pregnancy hormones were going to kill you. That night around three in the morning, you woke up uncomfortable again. Your back hurt. Your stomach felt too bloated. And for some reason, you suddenly wanted to cry.
You shifted carefully beside him and immediately Toji stirred awake. Years together had made him sensitive to every tiny change in you.
“What’s wrong?” he mumbled sleepily.
“I dunno.”
“Baby.”
Your lip trembled embarrassingly. “My feet hurt.” He was awake instantly after that. Within minutes you sat between his spread legs while he leaned against the headboard shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, one large hand rubbing lotion carefully into your swollen feet.
The lamp beside the bed cast warm gold across his skin. You looked down at your stomach sadly. “I feel huge.” Toji glanced up immediately. “My hair keeps falling out.”
“You look even prettier now.”
“I don’t feel pretty.”
He frowned at that. Like the idea offended him personally. Toji shifted forward, pulling you gently into his lap despite your protests. One arm wrapped around your stomach carefully while the other brushed through your messy hair slowly.
“You know what I see?” he murmured against your temple. You stayed quiet.
“The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen carrying my baby.” Your eyes burned instantly. He kissed your forehead softly. Then your cheeks. Then beneath your eyes.
“You’re doing all this hard shit every day and still taking care of us.” His hand rubbed your stomach slowly. “You think I don’t notice?”
You leaned into him weakly. His fingers continued moving through your hair patiently. “I love you,” he whispered sleepily against your forehead.
These were words. But after eight years together, they somehow meant more now than they ever had before.
Outside, the city remained dark and quiet. Inside your home, laundry still sat partially unfolded on the couch, tomorrow’s lunchbox waited in the fridge, tiny shoes rested near the doorway, and your husband held you against his chest like loving you was the most natural thing in the world.
in which nerdjo is down bad for you, so the frat!jjk men teach him how to pull you using ‘alpha male’ techniques ! will he succeed in acting like a playboy to win your heart ?
cast: nerdjo (‘toru’ gojo) + frat! jjk men (‘sigma-chi’) : fratjo (‘sato’ gojo) ◞ geto ◞ toji ◞ sukuna ◞ nanami 𓏲 art gallery here !
PLAYBOY TACTICS #1: GET YOUR MONEY UP !
taught by: toji zenin
“trying to win y/n over with only a hundred bucks to your name? yeah try again friend.”
⎚-⎚
toji zenin is black coffee breath, borrowed birkenstocks & a bank account filled with student loan refunds. but when he opens toru’s scotiabank account & finds it filled with less than a thousand dollars, his lips contort in disgust.
“no funds, no game, no bitches,” toji clicks his tongue. “you just a bum.”
“don’t you have a baby mama and kid you can barely support?”
“silence.”
toru gojo has messy blanche hair & candy pink nose & acid pooling in the jugular. tonight he’s got a date with the girl he swears is the love of his life & the pressure pokes at him like a cracked rib.
toji leans heavy on toru’s sheets. “i’m gonna ignore that comment. let’s focus on how you’re a gojo and have only a hundred bucks in your chequing account.”
toru’s cheeks flush. “i keep my money in my savings…they’re for textbooks.”
he doesn’t mention how every penny that’s not in his savings ends up in sato’s betting app. damn yumeko jabami wannabe-ass twin.
but toji doesn’t question it, so he doesn’t tell. instead he tosses the cell back at toru, arms crossed behind his head as he makes himself comfortable on his bed,
“textbooks don’t get you laid, friend. listen,” toji licks his canines. “i’m gonna give you three simple rules. follow ‘em or get dumped.”
RULE #1 : NONCHALANCE. ALWAYS.
toru gojo doesn’t make it past rule number one.
he fails because he doesn’t know how to not bite his cheek & choke on the blood when you stroll in with four inch heels & glossy lips & nails that toru prays will gouge his eyes out. he can’t fucking think. his throat’s all achey & you smell like sugar & his tongue dries so hard he swallows blood to keep it wet.
he tries to say you look beautiful. the words dribble off his tongue & plunk into his drink.
“—earth to toru? it’s really rude to stare.”
how shameful of him! he should dig his knees into the tile. grovel & beg till your pout dissolves & you decide you can forgive him for making you even the slightest bit uncomfortable.
but instead he shifts his arm over the booth seat. clenches his throat. reminds himself of the training toji worked oh-so hard to give him & pinches his thigh so his foot stops tapping so hard,
“s’not much to stare at.”
what ?
in front of him you’re fawn freckled & doe eyed, lashes fluttering like—heaven forbid—you hadn’t even heard him.
so he says it again. “uhm, there’s nothing much to stare at—“
“i heard you the first time.”
your tone cuts him like a knife. toru’s not sure when you start packing, but suddenly your purse is half full & your fork’s on the table & say her name—say her name—”
he calls your name & screams an apology. you leave as the words plunk into his drink.
TOJI’S REMARK : SON, I AIN’T TEACH YOU ALL THAT.
PLAYBOY TACTICS #2: GOOD GIRLS LIKE BAD BOYS
taught by: sato gojo
“girls don’t care about that ralph lauren shit. take off that polo and get in this tech, man.”
⎚-⎚
toru gojo’s room reeks of fratboy & paint thinner.
there’s two pizza boxes & a beer can rotting; sugar in sato’s molars & suguru’s piercings glimmering in the heat. & sukuna is here; lately he always is, laid up in toru’s bed with his phone raised over his head & palm inching dangerously towards his waistband. toru gojo knows better than to comment.
“you’ve got no game, twin. how are we even related?”
sato speaks with a mouthful of popcorn. beside him suguru’s snacking too, shoving things in his backpack & parting lips so sato can feed him the occasional kernel.
suguru scoffs, teeth sticky. “it’s a miracle she even lets herself be seen with you. poindexter looking ass.”
“i know, right? mr. bean ass closet. he won’t spend money on clothes and wears the same shirt in different colors everyday.”
“that’s not true—“toru grips his neckline. “—i’m not even wearing the shirt right now!”
he gestures to the material but geto only wrinkles his nose.
“can you please stop moving? i can hear the polyester in your hoodie..”
sato snorts. sukuna grunts & it’s not due to the joke.
suguru’s done packing now. he kisses sato’s cheek. ruffles toru’s hair. turns to dap up ryomen sukuna before deciding he probably shouldn’t. he takes his exit with a palm waving goodbye.
sato turns to his twin. “you know what you really need, man?”
“the ability to set boundaries? i don’t know why ryomen thinks it’s okay to fap in my sheets.”
“that,” sato nods, ignoring the wet sounds that leave toru’s bedside, “and a new fucking wardrobe.”
ⵌ SHOW TIME ! tw: satirical references to suicide.
toru gojo looks like a fucking idiot.
glasses half-foggy. nose cherry pink. dark jeans with too many rips & chains dangling everywhere. sato’s jacket has zippers that don’t actually zip anything, and the nicest thing about the outfit are the ugly birkenstocks that show his flushed pink toes.
toru greets you with a smile. eyes bright, just happy to look a mess.
“hey, y/n!”
“Hello. Are you mad?”
your tone is clipped & makes toru flinch. he swallows, blood sticky in his jugular. your nose is wrinkled & lashes fluttering & your gaze flits to the library exit like you might run away.
he won’t let that happen. not again.
so he clears his throat. pinches his wrist. pretends his brother’s jacket doesn’t fit too loose & itch at his chin: “nope, just trying something new! shall we get started on the project ?”
his smile stretches like plastic. there’s sweat on his chin & you think he has too many teeth.
—-
toru gojo keeps tap tap tapping.
birge-carnegie library is oakwood old & glimmering with glory. the air is heavy with heat & coffee shells & the bitter realization that toru gojo is never getting the girl.
at least, not at this rate.
it’s been twenty minutes & yet all toru can do is stare. god, you’re so pretty. swollen cheeks, pretty gaze, cherry coke lips pressed into a pout & clicky nails that stab toru in the gut as you tap at your keyboard. you’re so pretty & it’s fucking killing him because you’re pouting & toru swears you don’t even want to be here.
toru can only bite his lip. mind racing, heart aching.
you’re shivering now.
and it’s not quite obvious, & if toru wasn’t staring at you like you were girl turned god he probably wouldn’t have noticed. but he sees it. the way your lip quivers. the way you tug your sleeve over your wrist & pout when it flicks back into place. the way your shoulders squeeze like they’re clinging to the heat.
you don’t even know how you make toru’s chest hurt.
& before he can think it through he’s leaning over to place his—well, sato’s—jacket over your shoulders. he can only pray it doesn’t still smell like suguru.
“this smells like suguru.”
oh, well.
but you’re softening now; settling into your seat. lashes fluttering as you push your arms into the holes & turn back to him with gentle gaze & eyes star-achingly bright.
“thank you,”
your voice is too soft. his heart is too sticky.
sato’s jacket swallows you whole.
toru thinks it’s cute. you think it’s annoying. it’s been five minutes & you’re still shifting it over your skin, pulling & tugging & pouting when you discover yet another zipper.
you frown. “i feel like a jingle bell.”
“merry christmas.” “it’s a tuesday in may..”
it is. toru doesn’t know why he said that. he’ll likely hang himself when he gets home.
but the embarrassment doesn’t end there. you stand up—just to tug the jacket over your thighs, just to straighten it out—but toru gojo doesn’t know any better so he fucking lunges—
“toru!” you gasp, startled.
toru freezes; glasses tilting off his face, mouth part open. & he looks at you, eyes wide & cheeks flushed & so fucking startled, & he thinks he’ll definitely be seeing that noose when he gets home.
“sorry—i’m sorry—i didn’t mean to—“
“you scared me.”
you’re gripping the hem of your jacket now—his jacket, sato’s, whatever—and god, he’s such an idiot. so fucking stupid & can never do anything right & will likely die knowing he was born into this world just to leave as his brother’s shadow. and worst of all, that he will never, ever, get the girl.
“i’m so sorry,” he trembles. he doesn’t look at you, he can’t & he doesn’t deserve to, so it’s fine. “i wasn’t thinking. i just saw you standing up and i thought—i thought—“
he swallows. looks away.
but you don’t let him off that easy.
“you thought what ?”
he doesn’t answer. god, he looks ridiculous. curled into himself, palms on his knees all stupid & polite. cheeks flushed, glasses foggy. lips half-bitten & a flushed gaze that never meets yours.
giving you his jacket left him in a wife beater two sizes too big. he looks small & scrawny & you think you want to kiss him.
“toru.”
he exhales, long & slow. he still doesn’t look at you. you wish he would.
“i thought you were gonna leave again.”
“what ?”
he continues, “like at the restaurant. when you—when you stood up. walked out,” he swallows. “i didn’t want you to leave again. i didn’t want to watch you go.”
god. your throat is far too tight. your nails itch at your wrist like you’re not quite sure what to do with yourself.
“i’m not gonna leave,”
your voice is too sweet, too gentle. it sounds like honey & it spoils in the heat.
“you promise?”
you only sigh, walk over and slip into the seat beside him. you don’t say you promise but toru thinks he’ll be fine for now.
SATO’S REMARK : KINDA PITIFUL, BUT HEY, IT’S SOMETHING !
PLAYBOY TACTICS #3: NEG NEG NEG
taught by: geto suguru
“it’s all about the mystery, man. you gotta lower her value to make her see yours.”
⎚-⎚
“so how do you neg?”
“well personally, i’d start with calling her a monkey,” geto has his tongue in his cheek, desk chair groaning with a creaaak as sato spins him playfully. “unless she’s black. you shouldn’t say that if she’s black.”
“i don’t think i should say that either way..”
sato rests his chin on the chair head, cheeks peach-tinged & grin clumsy.
“probably shouldn’t!”
geto shrugs, tapping at toru’s keyboard. it’s 12 PM monday & the gang’s all here: suguru’s playing the sims 4 on toru’s new PC. sukuna is asleep with his dick in his hands. sato is whining because suguru doesn’t want to have a gay love story with him in the sims. and toji’s not here—12 PM monday means a new shift at his new job. toru hopes skai jackson will take it easy on him—working as her personal AI prompt writer must certainly be exhausting.
“the logic is simple—” suguru smacks sato’s hand away from the keyboard, “if you subtly insult her, she’ll feel the urge to prove herself. and her trying to prove herself—” another smack to sato’s stubborn hands, “tricks her brain into thinking you’re worth impressing.”
“and eventually, that she likes you!” sato cheers. “woah, sugu—when did you install wicked whims?”
“huh—? what the hell? why does my sim keep trying to fuck bob pancakes!”
“make him fuck mine instead.” / “please slit your throat.”
toru breathes, drags a palm over his face. his brother & best friend are fighting now—god knows about what—but he’s more concerned about the fact that he’s got a movie date with you in two hours and today’s game plan is far from complete.
“suguru’s right. and for a feisty bitch like y/n ? negging is even more crucial.”
sukuna’s voice is close to guttural & has all eyes snapping towards him. he’s awake now, cheeks flushed & bleary gazed & eyes half-lidded. his cock is sticky on his stomach & his palm strokes it lovingly.
toru frowns. “don’t call her a bitch. i’m serious.”
“and don’t talk with your dick in your hands. i’m disgusted.” suguru snarks.
sukuna shrugs, still lazily palming himself for the world to see. suguru wrinkles his nose in disgust & turns his head back to the game. he rage quits when he turns to find his sim palming himself too.
“neg her as much as possible,” sukuna breathes, toes curling. “humble her, make her second guess—shit.” he’s pumping faster now, gasps short & breath heavy. “make her—fuck! m’gonna cum—!”
sukuna blows his load. suguru & sato have long left the room, & toru is still searching for that noose.
ⵌ SHOW TIME !
cineplex at yonge-dundas is too-bright screens & overpriced popcorn. even now, toru’s got caramel sticky in his teeth & palms crossed in a silent prayer. there’s blood in his throat & an ache in his ribs & he’s got a tie on his neck for no fucking reason.
you walk in looking like a midsummer dream.
toru really does think you’re girl turned god. after all, most girls his age aren’t honey-mouthed or starry-eyed or flush-cheeked like you are. you walk in in tight top & short skirt, lashes fluttering as you glance around the room in quiet search of him. your eyes are all big & your lips all pouty & toru bets you don’t even notice. bets you don’t even know how you leave him sweat-soaked & feverish.
“toru!”
you’ve sauntered up to him now, purse in your hands & grin on your lips. your smile is clumsy & satoru’s heart must be too because it swells over & bursts like overripe fruit. his vocal chords slosh against his throat like blood.
“hi,” he blurts. “you look pretty.”
you tilt your head & look up at him all warm-cheeked & doe-eyed. “thank you.”
it’s silent for a beat; toru’s eyes boring into yours with two cracked teeth & a kernel in his mouth. you’re so pretty & you look so sweet & he wants to kiss you so fucking bad.
you break the silence. “you like my outfit?” you step back, voice soft. “i went shopping yesterday.”
toru wants to ask if you did that just for him—just for today’s date with him—but he doesn’t. he knows better so he doesn’t.
instead he drinks you in. he looks like a butterfly trapped in a hazy addiction: pupils blown & bleary eyed, jam smeared cheeks & a quickly reddening nose. his lips are half-parted / his mouth is half-dry.
your outfit’s simple but oh-so effective: denim skirt too short on your thighs, black off-shoulder with ruffles on the sleeves, kitten heels to match your top. god, you’re so fucking cute.
and because you’re so cute, toru can’t fuck this up. so he decides it’s time to implement suguru’s lesson from earlier in the day.
“you look incredible,” he swallows, knuckles shaky. “did you—uhm. did you pick black to hide your stomach rolls?”
toru gojo shouldn’t have said that.
he knows because your lips part immediately. cheeks flushed, eyes wide. you’re frozen in front of him, lips quivering with something toru recognizes as embarrassment.
oh jesus—ya allah—great universe—what has he done?
before toru’s joints can unfreeze you’re already turning away, & toru swears there are tears in your eyes. he’s sworn he’ll never let you leave again without a fight so even though his vocal chords slosh against his throat like blood, he manages to speak.
“y/n, wait!” he gasps, already moving. “i didn’t mean that—! your body is tea! your body is tea!”
GETO’S REMARK : MAN, CALL YOUR FUCKIN’ UBER.
PLAYBOY TACTICS #4 : GET YOUR GAME FACE ON !
taught by: ryomen sukuna
“you know your problem, man ? you’re not taking this seriously, not locked in at all. let me put you on, friend.”
⎚-⎚
sukuna sighs, flops out of toru’s bed with his dick hanging out of his boxers. he has his elbows on his knees & a palm on his chin & precum sticky on his abdomen.
“i think it’s time i stepped in and gave you some advice.”
“you have a porn addiction. i think i’m good.”
PLAYBOY TACTICS #5: OR MAYBE…BE YOURSELF ?
taught by: nanami kento
“you’ve been taking advice from those idiots all this time? oh…”
⎚-⎚
in the men’s bathroom of birge-carnegie library, toru gojo has his pulse in his teeth & his heart in the sink.
4PM today toru gojo walked into the library with too many books in his hands & glasses begging to tilt off. you sat at a table near the center, & when toru walked past he saw it: your gaze meeting his before burying itself between a thick book. the bite of your lips & the way your nose crinkled with disgust.
did you pick black to hide your stomach rolls?
how embarassing! toru gojo should hang himself now—or at least after returning his library books. the overdue fees were no joke. his life was one however, & the heavy realization has his knuckles rousing white on the bathroom sink as he sheds his nerves by the pint.
his eyes are red tinged. cheeks bloody. nose too red & throat too sticky so when he tries to breathe it comes out as a hiccup. toru gojo is truly pathetic. he’s known it his whole life but now the fact has chewed him up & won’t spit him back out.
“hello. what is your problem.”
kento nanami has a tone too clipped. he’s standing at the bathroom door & his mere presence has toru gojo startled. toru jumps back, face contorting in alarm, tears still sticky on his lashes. “kento!”
“in the flesh,” nanami pushes up his glasses. he’s in pressed suit as always, looking years older than toru & his age mates. “why are you loitering in the bathroom? this is very unsanitary.”
toru sniffles, wipes his eyes. “i’m sorry—” he tries for a swallow but it comes out as a hiccup & his eyes are burning all over again because he can’t even fucking breathe right. “—i’m sorry, i’m sorry for everything. i fucked up like i always do and i should’ve used that noose ages ago and i, and i—“
nanami’s brows knit in alarm. toru’s sobbing now, and kento joins him at his side.
“toru,” his voice is soft. “tell me what’s going on.”
if you told nanami kento that going to the carnegie library today would mean comforting one of the gojo twins in the men’s bathroom instead of picking up the new BL manhwa he’d requested the library to stock, he would’ve looked you in the face & laughed.
but here he is, awkwardly patting toru’s back & not reading the latest volume of nerd project.
in his shaky distress, toru recounts everything—the lessons with the sigma-chi boys. sukuna’s refusal to stop jerking off in his bed. him pointing out your stomach rolls—& kento can only shake his head. how ridiculous. he should be reading about andrew young & luke davis right now!
but kento gently wipes toru’s tears. he’s always been rather fond of the younger twin anyways. “have you tried being normal? as in, being yourself?”
toru’s eyes swell, big. he looks stunned—why didn’t he think of that?
but he quickly deflates. he had thought of it. but he’s much too uncool—scrawny & weak & only good for reading textbooks & mediating fights between geto & his dumb brother. he had no choice but to lean into the larp.™
“i can’t—“ he gasps. “—she wouldn’t like me. i’m not cool—“
“and you think the others are cool?” kento raises a brow. “toji, whose a deadbeat dad while in college and sells himself to earn money—“
“he doesn’t do that anymore,” toru gulps. “he works for skai jackson now.”
nanami nods. “and sato, who has a gambling addiction and loses thousands to hakari every week,” toru flinches.
“suguru, who’s addicted to the sims and is in a homoerotic friendship with your brother.”
another flinch.
“sukuna, who is—“
“i didn’t take any advice from sukuna.”
kento nods, “well done. but you know he has a porn addiction and an exhibitionist kink.”
toru gulps, “yes.”
“so no more listening,” kento claps his back. “you apologize. explain to her what you’ve been doing all this while, but also take accountability. you’re smarter than this. you should’ve known better.”
“i’m sorry. she makes me stupid.”
“i know,” kento sighs, softening. toru’s wiping his eyes now. “but you shouldn’t be apologizing to me. go out there and make things right. and wash your hands first.”
toru nods eagerly. he doesn’t even remember to wipe his hands dry, and nanami can only shake his head half-fondly as he watches the younger twin go.
—————
when toru finds you, there’s a pen in your teeth & you won’t meet his eyes.
toru knows you see him standing there beside you. but you don’t flinch. your lashes flutter & you blink slow like you’re totally engrossed in whatever you’re reading. is that percy jackson?
toru shakes his head. then wishes he didn’t, because he must’ve looked really stupid physically shaking his thoughts away. “y/n.”
you don’t respond. his throat folds.
but he keeps going anyways. “y/n, i owe you an apology,” he clears his throat, & he thanks god because he doesn’t hiccup this time. “i’m sorry. i’m really truly sorry. especially for yesterday,” he gulps. “—and your body is tea.”
irritation rises in your features & quickly dissolves.
“uhm,” he’s still standing there, arms behind his back, feet shuffling. “i didn’t—i don’t actually think you have stomach rolls.”
you shut your book with a bam! “can you please stop talking about my stomach?”
“i’m sorry! oh my god i’m so sorry, i’ve been taking advice from my brother and the others on how to be cool and make you like me back but i just ended up being a total idiot! and it’s stupid! it’s so stupid and i should know better but i like you so much that i can’t fucking think and i’m so sorry for hurting you and i’ll spend the rest of my life making up for it if you’d let me and—“
“toru. you’re rambling.”
“i’m sorry!” he panics. “please forgive me!”
“oh my god,” you sigh, palm dragging over your face. “can you please sit down first?”
he sits across from you; hands digging into his knees, back too straight to be healthy.
“so you’ve been taking advice from sato and the others all this time?”
“uh, yes.”
“in what universe is that wise?”
he deflates. “i don’t know how to be wise when it comes to you.”
your tongue’s in your cheek. right now, toru gojo is something akin to a kicked puppy. he’s got a gaze that won’t meet yours & his neck is rash red & you think he might explode.
you click your tongue. “i had my suspicions.”
his head snaps up. “you knew?”
“no, i suspected it,” you tuck a book into your bag, then another, and another. “i first thought so when you showed up at the library looking like ken carson. sato set you up, by the way. even he left his opium era back in 2023.”
“he said girls like guys who dress like that..”
“he lied,” you hum, “i prefer your usual button ups anyway. you look all smart and sexy.”
“thank you. wait—what?”
“mhm,” toru’s not sure when you get up, but now you’re sitting beside him; and god, you’re in a skirt again, and toru wishes you wouldn’t wear skirts. his brain acts all funny when you wear them. he gulps.
“for a smart guy, you’re awfully slow,” your thighs are touching his & your perfume’s in his lungs & fuck, his heart is doing that funny thing again! “do you think i would’ve asked you to dinner that first night if i didn’t like you?”
“the night i said you weren’t much to look at and you left?”
you grit your teeth. “yes, toru. that night.”
he swallows, pupils shifting because he can’t handle your pretty eyes glaring at him. “i thought you did it for a dare.”
you poke his temple & he winces. “i would never do that. you idiot, i’ve liked you since you bumped into me at the library and accidentally said ‘pretty’ instead of apologizing!”
“oh.”
“‘oh’ is right,” you sigh, falling into his shoulder. you don’t miss the way he freezes under your skin. “you’re such an idiot…”
“i really like you.” toru blurts, cheeks pink. “and uhm, i’m happy you like me back. and i think you’re beautiful. so beautiful. you’re probably the most beautiful girl in the world.” he swallows. “and i’m happy you like me back. did i say that already?”
you tilt your head to look up at him from his shoulder. his gaze is trained on his knees, neck flushed, ears pink. & you’re a devil of a girl so you stroke his arm when you purr:
“look at me when you confess. please?”
toru squeaks. because you sound so pretty when you say that in his arm. because the heat of your touch sends shockwaves to his spine & his sleeve is likely sticky from your gloss but he doesn’t care. he doesn’t fucking care.
he turns to you, slow. and you’re already gazing up at him, cheeks flushed, lashes low, sun-soaked & bleary eyed. your lips are so pretty. you’re so pretty. he can’t believe he almost wanted to kill himself. what an idiot.
he clears his throat. “i like you. i wanna kiss you so bad.”
toru’s eyes widen. he didn’t mean the last part—well he did, but he didn’t mean to say it & oh god he’s fucked up again & he felt you tense against him & he’s made you so uncomfortable & you’re gonna leave him again and—
“kiss me,” you breathe. “please, toru?”
his heart hammers. you sound so pretty when you say that. why do you sound so pretty when you say that?
& more importantly, who is he not to obey? so he does as you ask—cups your cheeks oh-so softly with rouge knuckles & gentle hands. and your lashes flutter shut, & oh my god he’s really doing this.
he presses his lips to your own. you sigh into his mouth.
——-
oh, but the story doesn’t end there.
four bookshelves behind & a corner to the right, the gang’s all there. sato & suguru are leaning over the corner, stacked over each other like this is some sort of cartoon. sukuna has a granola bar in his hand instead of his dick. toji’s still not here, still slaving away typing AI prompts for skai jackson’s snapchat stories. nanami kento is here though, standing just enough to the side so no one can mistake him as friends with these idiots.
“what the hell,” sato whispers. “did he just kiss y/n?”
“no way. i think he actually did.”
“why are you guys whispering? you look fucking stupid.”
“says the guy who talks with his dick in his hands.”
“i’ll put it in your mouth next, bastard. or you only like sato’s cock in it?”
“ayoooo. you right but not too much, not too much.”
“who the hell said he was right?!”
nanami takes his leave. that’s enough stupidity for one day.
18+ how to sexually harass your hot law professor, higuruma !
1. HRSS 1O1 : YA LIKE MY TIDDIES, PROF ?
law professor! higuruma hiromi is lecturing a class on courtroom ethics while you sit front row & flash your tits in his face.
let me rephrase: professor higuruma is pressed tweed suit / half-loosened tie / hair damp & sticky with afternoon sweat. you’re a third year law school student with translucent excuse for a button-up shirt & an ego bruised from being rejected by your law professor one too many times.
it’s always “you’re too young,” or “this is inappropriate.” never ‘yes y/n, i’d love to put my balls in your jaw !’
so you take matters into your own hands.
no one who’s anyone attends the 4PM lectures. so when higuruma hiromi watches you stroll in at 4:11 PM sharp, hair tied back & blazer on & looking uncharacteristically presentable, professor higuruma can’t hide the way his eyes flit to you & back to the half-empty class again. suspicious.
you sit front row & center. hiromi doesn’t react.
not until you’re flashing your breasts in his face, that is.
sweat beads on your perky nipples & you can only thank the midsummer heat. higuruma hiromi is staring—wide-eyed now, as his least favorite, much too perverted student pinches her nipples with her thumb & index & gives them a good rub for him to see.
& because that’s not enough—it never is with you—you have the audacity to soak your fingers in the wetness of your tongue & play with your pebbled nipples right in his face! two rows to your left in the half-empty classroom is a boy named mike ross who’s caught on to what you’re doing yet keeps his eyes trained straight. he’s just here to graduate. what the fuck is happening?
“class is dismissed. you may all leave.”
the lecture soon comes to an end. you’re packed books & buttoned blazer now, boobs tucked away & the picture of perfection.
“not you, y/n,” you freeze.
“meet me in my office in five.”
2. HRSS 2O1 : TUMBLR SMUT ABOUT YOUR LAW PROFESSOR ? SRSLY ?
professor higuruma isn’t paid enough for this.
that’s what he concludes as he fails the nth essay of the night. it’s 9:15 pm & he’s in the discomfort of his home, back bent over his desk & blue light glasses perched low on the hook of his nose.
one more paper to grade before he goes to bed tonight. that’s what he tells himself, at least.
and behold, the paper is yours! law professor higuruma hiromi knows he should save himself the trouble & give you a big fat F. girls like you are only good at picking slutty skirts & bending over just far enough that he can get the perfect view of your ass mid-lecture. not writing reports or drafting thesis statements.
but law demands fairness, so higuruma opens the document anyways.
LAWP-302 — THE BURDEN OF PROOF : PROXIMATE CAUSE IN PERSONAL INJURY CASES.
beyond the title, the document is completely empty.
hiromi higuruma counts himself lucky. empty doc means earlier bedtime. so before closing his laptop & putting his things away, he reopens your assignment thread to send a new email:
———-
Subject: RE: RE: LAWP-302 RESEARCH PAPER
From: [L/N], [Y/N]
To: Higuruma, Hiromi
helloooo professor here’s my research paper!!! finally on time for once :p if u don’t mind could u call me a good girl for my efforts??
xoxo,
[Y/N] 💘💓
————-
hiromi winces. he’d already had the misfortune of reading your email before, but accidentally skimming it a second time makes his stomach curl with disgust. he purses his lip, nose scrunched, glasses slipping down his cheek as he steadies the keyboard.
———-
Subject: RE: LAWP-302 RESEARCH PAPER
From: Higuruma, Hiromi
To: [L/N], [Y/N]
Y/N,
Your submitted assignment was completely empty. Lucky for you, there is still a day to the deadline. Complete the paper and resubmit as soon as possible.
Also, you are a student of a prestigious law school. It is expected your assignments are completed in due time, and I will not “praise” you for your “efforts.” They are expected, and asking me to call you a ‘good girl’ is extremely inappropriate. Not that you seem to care about what’s inappropriate and what’s not.
I’ve also told you to stop emailing me with such casual language. Signing your name with heart emojis is extremely informal and inappropriate. I can only issue so many warnings. May God’s plan for your life be bigger than your breasts, else I can assure that you will never make it.
Higuruma Hiromi
———-
hiromi sighs, body limp & bone heavy. perhaps the late-night frustration has gotten to him—he knows he should delete the last part, but his thumb slips (or not?) & he sends it anyways.
he’s about to close his laptop when an email notification pings. he makes the mistake of refreshing his page, & unfortunately the email comes from you.
———-
Subject: RE: RE: LAWP-302 RESEARCH PAPER
From: [L/N], [Y/N]
To: Higuruma, Hiromi
Professor 😟,
whatttt are u doing awake at this time. not that i’m complaining!! if you’re emailing me this late because you’ve FINALLY decided you’re interested in me & my big breasts (i’m so glad you noticed their size! the fenugreek must be working 😇), you can message me at 42-42-564 <3333
alsoooo my bad i think i sent the wrong draft </3. the actual paper is attached below!!
night night prof 🌙💤
[Y/N] 😇☺️ (no heart emojis this time bcoz im a good girl :)
——-
law professor higuruma hiromi doesn’t get paid enough for this.
that’s what he tells himself for the third time today. he chooses not to respond to your email, instead opening up the file to get things over with. it’s nearly midnight now & the chill of his office is unforgiving, but with red nose & freezing fingertips hiromi opens up the doc regardless.
at this point, higuruma hiromi should shut his laptop & retreat to bed. this is clearly not your research paper, & whatever you write in your free time is none of his business.
but his name in the first paragraph catches his eye.
“hahh—hiromi,” you whine, a mess of shaky thighs & flushed cheeks. “can’t do it—need your help, please”
higuruma only grips your hips harder, big hands bruising at your thighs. he wastes no time lapping at the juices that spill from your achey cunt, giving your pussy a wet lick before his head tilts back so his nose digs right into your puffy clit. above him you’re half dressed & fucked dumb, mouth hung open & boobs spilling from your bra cup. you’re writhing on his nose, but hiromi doesn’t fucking care.
“you asked for this, no?” his voice is hungry, guttural. “ride, baby.”
what the fuck?
now, professor higuruma should definitely stop reading. he can already feel heat crawling up his throat & itching at his ears. he should step back. mark the document as "Inappropriate Content" & forward it to the disciplinary board. say a prayer & repent, if you will.
instead, his eyes snag the last sentence of the page.
hiromi pulls back, breathless & sticky with your slick, to look at the mess he’s made of his favorite student.
”good girl,’ he murmurs, “look how much you’ve leaked for your professor.”
he slams his laptop shut.
and his heart hammers with a rhythm that has nothing to do with justice. he knows monday will come, & so will your slutty skirts, half buttoned tops, shaky thighs—
he’ll have to see you in his office again. & he knows—with a sorry sense of dread—that it won’t be to fail you.
3. HRSS 3O1 : GET ‘EM BANNED !
monday comes & so does your slutty skirt.
it’s 5PM midsummer & the office air is sticky with heat. a fan hangs heavy in the center, creaky & aching, just loud enough to mask how hard hiromi’s shoe taps against the wooden floor.
in front of him you’re bright smile & pink nose & lace bra peeking from your button-up. hiromi doesn’t let his eyes dip. he doesn’t know how you’re beaming—perhaps it wasn’t clear he’d called you into his office for literal sexual harassment.
“professor,” you coo. “is this about my email on friday? you’re taking up that offer about my breasts?”
two desks to the left, history professor nanami kento clears his throat. on the opposite side is professor giyu tomioka who isn’t paid enough for this & just fucking leaves.
higuruma clears his throat, skin itchy. “i have no idea what you’re talking about, y/n. mind your mouth while in my presence.”
“did you read the smut fic i wrote about you?”
nanami exits the office.
hiromi drags his palm over his face; tired, weary, utterly embarrassed. in all his years of teaching never had he encountered a student as shameless & perverted as you, & even now he’s pretty sure you’re turned on by his exasperation as well because your skirt crinkles from your thighs squeezing beneath his desk. god.
& perhaps hiromi is equally perverted; because some sick, twisted part of him, the part that likes watching you bend over for him to see your panties dig into your pussy, or the part that likes stroking his dick to the memory of you palming your pebbled nipples that one day of class—doesn’t hate it. & he really should. & he really ought to teach you a lesson for fucking with his head & riling him up the way you do.
“professorr,” you sing-song, patting your chest shamelessly. “my breasts? you wanted to take up my offer, right?”
“enough.”
his voice bangs like gavel, and the sound shocks you—he knows because you’re looking up at him now with flushed cheeks & glossy eyes. like you’d never expected him to actually get mad.
and to make things worse, your thighs are squeezing like you like it.
and in that moment, hiromi decides he will take you up on that offer. he’s towering now, jaw tight, palms firm on the mahogany table.
“strip.”
and you waste no time, honestly. hiromi can tell you’re excited, even though you bite your cheek like you’re trying not to show it. your fingers are clumsy against your button-up, pathetic & half-shaky, and hiromi wastes no time before leaning over & snapping your shirt open himself. you let out a squeak as he unclasps your bra. cute.
but he doesn’t lower himself to your perky nipples—nope. higuruma hiromi would rather die than give you exactly what you want. he grabs you by the hair & forces you over his desk instead.
“professor—“
“quiet.”
but girls like you are stubborn as fuck & whine against him anyways. higuruma decides he has no time for that—his palm shifts from your hip to your mouth, keeping you shut & steady against him as he fiddles with his belt. god, you’re already writhing against him, ass rubbing against his already hardened cock. & hiromi doesn’t groan—he’d rather die than give you the satisfaction—so he bites his lip & ignores the taste of blood in his mouth instead.
“f-fuck…”
hiromi takes his sweet time. only his boxers separate you now, clothed dick dragging up your cunt. and he goes slow, painfully slow, like he’s punishing you for all the times you got him rock hard mid lecture & he had to jerk himself off with only the image of your panties digging into your folds or your perky nipples glistening in the fluorescent light.
you’re moaning against his palm now, voice a muffled, damp mess. your hips jerking against his cock make his thighs twitch. god, he’s wanted this so long.
and he finally decides to give it to you.
his dick practically springs from his boxers, heavy & thick & dripping with precum. fuck, he’s aching, practically twitching to get inside you. fuck fuck fuck.
“inside—“ you groan into his hand. “please,”
he’s barely done anything & you’re already a whiny mess! god, what a pervert you are. and hiromi would be a liar if he said he didn’t like it. his palms grip you roughly, lining you up & pressing into your back so you lean far enough to give him the perfect view of your ass.
hiromi doesn’t let you slip your skirt & panties off beforehand because he likes the idea of your skirt fluttering around each time he digs inside you. who says he can’t be a pervert, too?
and he does exactly that, bony fingers sliding your panties over your cunt. & you’re already soaked, wet & sticky so when he slips his fingers aside they’re already dripping with slick.
hiromi doesn’t give you time to adjust.
you don’t deserve it, so he simply doesn’t give it to you. he slides himself in, teeth gritting as your pussy flutters & grips him much tighter than he expected. truth be told, he hadn’t expected your aching cunt to give him such a hard time. dumb sluts like you came easy & pre-stretched, right ?
& he’s half-right, because your folds adjust to him. eventually. just when he lets his palm shift from your hip to your breast to grope them roughly & caress your nipples with his fingers. & god you squeeze with every rub, & you feel so fucking good & hiromi’s not sure how he didn’t give into your pretty pussy much sooner.
well he’s here now, & he wastes no time ramming into you. he digs in deep, hands working your perky nipples as he thrusts into your aching cunt. & he can barely muffle your moans now & he should be concerned about someone walking in but how can he when your whiny moans all go straight to his dick?
& because hiromi’s not easily satisfied, his right hand leaves your lips & sinks to your thighs instead. & god you’re so wet, & he only dips his hand to finger your swollen nub but you’re already a sloppy mess on his palm & fuck he loves it. loves how your ass twitches & hips jerk as his fingers graze your clit, fast & rough, like girls like you don’t deserve warm pace & gentleness.
“hah—ah…hiromi!”
you squeeze him tight, walls pulsing & hips stuttering against him. he thumbs your sensitive clit even harder through your high, thumb digging as you spasm & twitch against him, palms still heavy on your perky nipples. & only when you relax against him, pussy still fluttering, does he slip out his cock to cum on your ass with heavy pants & a breathy “fuck.”
girls like you don’t deserve aftercare or ‘are you okay?’ so hiromi doesn’t give it to you. he’s already buckled belt & smoothed out hair in his seat, watching with lazy eyes as you struggle to shift your skirt over your ass.
you’re still buttoning your shirt when you beam,
“see, prof? that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
except it was, & the post-nut clarity hits him like a bullet. fuck. he should’ve never let a perverted thing like you get under his skin.
hiromi breathes, pulls a drawer from his desk. “i have something for you.”
having thoughts about (bigd)bf!toji measuring how far he would reach inside u. . . cws. smut, pwp.
one thing toji loves to do before fucking your brains out is to ask you ‘where you want him’. and each time without fail, your fingers wrap around his wrist and guide his large, callused and manly hand to your lower tummy.
“mhmm—atta girl,” toji coos and his dick throbs, the bulge painfully obvious through his black boxers. it nearly drives him to the edge as his fingers trail up and down your stomach.
his signature smirk tugs at the scarred corner of his lip. “where’ddya think i’ll reach this time?” toji asks.
he’s so nasty with it, in a good way. his tongue darts out to wet his lips as the pad of his index finger prods at the skin near your belly button.
“here?” toji hums thoughtfully, knowing this was making you drip onto the sheets below.
he knows he’s big—he knows he can rearrange your insides properly and make you cockdrunk without even sticking his dick in your needy cunt, and he thrives off the fact.
“or maybe up here if i put y’r sweet little ass in a mating press,” toji teases while his index finger slides a centimetre upwards. his dirty words are making you moan and buck your hips; a sign of your rising desperation.
he palms his cock through his boxers for a couple times before hastily tugging at the waistband.
“keheh, guess there’s only one way to find out, doll.”
