⭑teeki⭑

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[megansmoaning]

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HIII i like writing the freaky deaky and gooning also you can call me tiki/teeki hehe (long story behind the username) i mostly post drabbles and oneshots specific to jjk bc im a chud but daddy glorius king gojo and big nose higurama are lowkey my favs...

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[megansmoaning]

nanami x reader

restaurant teasing (PART 1) cw: v!brator, teasing, edging, public, explicit, praise, 18+

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

You were changing in the bathroom, doing final touches to your makeup until you hear a knock on the door.

“Baby, can i come in?” Nanami asks

Once you were done, you opened up the door to him. His eyes took his time glaring at you, checking you out completely, taking his sweet time.

“Oh wow,” he sighs “You’re…so beautiful” he plants a kiss on your forehead, then temple before looking at you again and sighing.

“Like what you see?” you ask dauntingly

“Like? Love,” he smiles “I can’t believe I have all of you for myself”

You give him a smile before taking your purse and checking if you’ve got everything.

“Actually, I wanted to try something new for dinner,” he says holding a small box in his hand “I thought we could have some fun – take out all that stress you’ve been having at work”

He takes out a small pad-like device from the box, handing it to you along with a remote. Out of curiosity, you clicked a button, noticing the sudden vibration from it, slightly surprising you.

But you weren’t opposed to it.

One look was all it took, you slipped to the bathroom, stuck it to your underwear, adjusted it and walked out to see him.

He was standing with a perfectly tailored suit, and the signature yellow tie with black spots on it. Glasses and brushed out hair waiting for you. He checked the time, tapping his foot anxiously since he hated being late.

“Ready to go?” you ask, handing over the remote to him. You couldn’t wait to see how this would turn out.

…

At the restaurant, you sit down in front of Nanami. It was a dim-lit restaurant with candles on every table. Unfortunately, you couldn’t get the table near the windows, so of course on a day like this, a table smack middle of the restaurant was only available.

Only making it harder for you.

Nanami adjusted his shirt, rolling up his sleeves revealing his veiny strong forearms, smirking at you like he knew what was coming.

Not a lot of words were being exchanged between the both of you, just longing looks and anticipation. You didn’t know when he would reach into his pocket and press a button.

The waiter showed up pouring two glasses of wine for the both of you. But before you could even say thank you, you felt a light vibration between your legs. You jerked a little since it was sudden, flashing a look of warning at Nanami who didn’t seem to care for your concern, one hand under the table.

“Are you alright, miss?” the waiter asks, with a worried look.

“Yes, i’m fine thank you” you say, trying to control your shaky voice. He continued to pour the glass and present the wine to you, explaining the origin of it, since of course, Nanami ordered the most expensive wine there is.

While you nodded and gave validating looks to the waiter, he pressed another button clearly increasing the vibration. It pulsated on your clit, going from fast to slow. You crossed your legs to try and contain yourself, but it only made it feel so much better

Nanami on the other hand, was completely enjoying himself. He seemed to love watching you breathing heavy, eyes drooping and biting your lips and fingers ever so subtly. None of the waiter’s words were actually registering in either of your heads.

He crossed his arms, and adjusted his glasses, with a devilish smirk on his face. Right when the waiter was done, you thanked him with all your strength and looked over to the cause of your helplessness.

“You did so good, baby” he says almost mockingly, sitting back even more and manspreading behind the table.

“Did I?” you ask, crossing your legs a bit harder.

You could feel the vibration on your clit stronger with a heavy feeling on your lower stomach. You tucked your hair behind your ears and bit your lip to control the whimpers trying to escape your throat. Looking down trying not to make eye contact with anyone possibly confused around you.

“Mhm,” he says ever so softly “You’re a strong girl, I know you can handle it”

You chuckled, but it came out more like a whimper, from the sheer force of the vibrator, which was clearly a new level now. You could feel a climax rising, you started to sweat and your legs were slightly shaking under the table. You pulled down your dress a bit to try to seem proper but nothing was working.

He took your hand, and rubbed small circles with his thumb. Then whispered:

“Don’t come”

You sigh, looking at him with pleading eyes, knowing you couldn't say anything since you would only speak in moans not words. The vibrations just kept pulsing at the perfect pace, making you slightly arch your back sending a bolt of rush through your spine.

"Breathe baby, just a little longer"

You felt the urge to cum continue to get closer and closer. He held your hand tighter, comforting you but enjoying the view. Your foot tapped the leg of the table anxiously, and you ever so gently rode your seat, moving your hips back and forth.

"Behave" he muttered just so I can hear.

You glanced over at him, trying to say please through your expressions but it only fuelled him.

"You look so good trying your best"

But right when you were almost at your peak, the vibrations stopped. You accidentally slammed your hand on the table in frustration and looked at him who just fixed his tie calmly while the waiter brought the food. You could feel glances from every corner of the restaurant, and silent whispers and mumbles about your odd behaviour.

"Thanks" you say sarcastically grabbing the fork and stabbing it into the food in front of you. He edged you right at the brink of your climax.

"No problem, baby" he teases back, taking a bite of his food.

...

Once you were done with your food, he continued to ask you about work, making you go on a whole tangent about a frustrating new co-worker you had.

"And oh my god babe, I haven't been able to do any meetings in pea-"

It started again.

Another vibration. This time, already starting at a fast pace.

So strong of a pace, if anyone was in a close proximity, could almost hear the vibrations from your seat.

Shocked from the suddenness again, you jerked a little, the vibrations automatically causing you to once again arch your back - the friction making your swollen clit start throbbing again, and rubbing to the already soaked underwear.

You could see him with one hand in his pocket while he ate, adjusting the settings right back to the tempo it was before.

And possibly trying to control himself too.

His uneven and shaky breaths from the show right in front of him –clearly turned on by your struggle.

"Keep going," he demanded with a pleased smirk on his face.

"And," you swallowed your spit nervously.

"it's just been really difficult–"

*pulse*

"to go about my work–"

*pulse*

"with this stupid fucking intern"

*pulse*

As you continued to talk about work, you kept getting more and more pent-up and he just kept guiding you to keep talking, increasing the pace, then stopping when he saw you unable to control yourself.

And this continued.

Five. More. Times.

He gave you words of praise, which only made you more aroused. 'Good girl' and words of sweet nothings keeping you going.

Unable to control yourself, you grabbed onto the edge of the table, about to reach your climax again - just a constant cycle of heavy breaths, lip biting, quiet whimpers leaving your throat, legs crossed, attempts to compose yourself, looks from everywhere, and questioning your shamelessness in the four walls of this restaurant.

"Nanami, please" you plead. You didn't care for anyone looking at this point. You didn't even care about your frustration at work.

This time he finally let you go. All the built-up tension, completely soaked underwear, and nervous sweats finally being done. Your orgasm ripped through you, along with a shudder of relief - your head pounding with excitement. Nanami signalled the waiter for the bill, paying it, and both of you headed towards the elevator. He leans down to your ear.

"For being such a good girl and listening to me so obediently," he moves his hand from your leg, tracing his finger at the waistband of your underwear.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he moved his hand to the bottom, slipping one finger through your underwear, teasing your cunt.

"You won't be able to control yourself like you did tonight" he kisses your temple, and stood more composed as ever, as the elevator doors opened.

...

A/N: promise i'm writing freakier shit, stay tuned sexies. pls lmk what yall think! eheh

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[megansmoaning]

hello my beautiful whores, i've had so many fucking finals this week i'm losing my mind.

BUT i am writing a sexy slutty oneshot for DADDY gojo〜〜 and brace yourselves it might be long but it'll also be yummy promise. Posting it this week!

hint: ugh i hate that he covers his eyes... LMAOO

[megansmoaning]

higurama and nanami x reader

"truth or dare?" cw: college AU, alcohol, teaching you how to kiss, f!ingering, light smut, 18+

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

…

“Alright, truth or dare?” Higurama says sipping on his drink.

Higurama and Nanami were both held up at your dorm since you all wanted a break from your summer internships. None of you got to go home for the break, and had to stay at college for the extra credit. And since it was finally friday, of course you had your weekly meet-up - they just wanted to steal your leftovers.

You usually spend celebratory fridays with your roommates, but they were all out of town so it was just the three of you today. You weren’t that close to Nanami and Higurama in the friend group but, you had each others back during summer, because who else did you have? The dorms were basically empty.

Somehow, one thing led to another, and here you all were playing a drinking game. THE drinking game.

Truth or Dare.

The three of yall were sitting on the floor, since there wasn’t much space in the dorm anyways, and also cause you couldn’t be bothered cleaning if anything spilt.

Higurama was wearing his a suit from the new law firm he was working at, which was a bit disheveled now since he untied his tie and unbuttoned the top buttons, along with his belt thrown to the ground.

Nanami on the other hand, just had his blue shirt on along with his beige pants and his infamous tie loosely around his collar.

“Truth” you said.

“Ugh boring,” Higurama said, he looked into the distance then smirked with a new thought in his head.

“How was your first kiss?” he asked.

“Haven’t had one yet” you say sipping on your drink out of embarrassment.

“What?” both of them said simultaneously, completely shocked.

“Why?” they said together again.

“Wow, you’re so synced” you said giggling “Idk, I just haven’t met anyone who wanted to, plus I’m actually scared I might be bad at it”

“That’s such bullshit” Nanami said, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, no fucking way” said Higurama laying back to the wall.

“What? It’s true I haven’t,” you said, cheeks flushing red “Anyways, who’s next?”

“Me, I guess” Nanami said, still analysing you, as if you’ve said the biggest lie ever.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare”

“Take 2 shots” you couldn’t really think of any dares, plus you were getting tired, and a bit too tipsy - which always led to bad decisions. Plus, two hunky men in your dorm wasn’t really helping the case.

Nanami poured two shots and took both of them back to back. Shaking his head and making a face before he was neutral again. He had the most tolerance in the group anyways.

“Truth or dare, Higurama”

“Dare, always” he says

“Kiss y/n”

You almost choke on your drink. You look at Nanami, with a devilish smirk on his face, then looked to Higurama, whose ears were practically scarlet red, his eyes big and shocked.

“I don’t mind,” he said “Do you, y/n?”

You thought about it for a second. Looking at the both of them. Looking at the time. 2am.

“Nope, why not?” you say putting your cup down on the floor. You cross your legs and moved so you were facing him.

He hesitated, before also putting his cup down and leaning forward, scanning your face.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes” you a aid confidently “I don’t know if i’ll be good”

“Don’t worry” he says softly, inches away from your face, leaning in and tucking the hair behind your ear. He brushed his fingers against your cheek and then planted a gentle kiss on your lips. His lips were soft and warm against yours, the taste of alcohol and faint smell of cigarettes lingered until he pulled back.

You look at his pink lips, before looking up again. Both not moving an inch, almost like you both wanted to do it again. You leaned in again, waiting for him to close the gap.

He smiled before kissing you again, this time with a bit more force, he moved from your bottom lip to the top, then licking your lips every now and then.

He had rhythm, knowing when to pull back and kiss you again. His tongue was at the entrance of your mouth, to which you opened it to let him explore. Your tongues were entangled together, breaths and soft hums being exchanged between the both of you. It started escalating with his hands moving to your neck to bring you two closer, until you pulled away realising how you were enjoying this. You were breathing unsteady, face hot red. You could practically hear your pulse.

“How was it?” Nanami asked clearing his throat, with a pillow on his lap now.

“How was I?” you asked before you could respond.

“Not bad,” Higurama said answering both of us "not bad at all".

His face quite flushed from what you guys just did, and continuing to sip on his drink, also taking a pillow putting it onto his lap.

Oh.

"Can we try again?"

They both glanced at each other.

"I mean just for like, practice?" you asked, a bit nervous.

Higurama, a bit surprised at your boldness, raised his brows in amusement, but he didn't look opposed.

"For practice" he confirmed.

Leaning back in, he was more passionate than before, tongues being involved immediately. You kissed him back just as harder, holding his face with both your hands, while his hand rested on your waist, moving to your shoulder to keep you stable. You could hear Nanami also slightly adjusting in his seat, breathing just as heavy.

You pull back slightly, just enough to see the look in his eyes. Lustful. Waiting impatiently. His tired eyes never leaving your lips.

"Am I doing good?" you ask almost against his lips.

"You're doing fucking great," he responds softly "I'm sure Nanami would agree"

You look over to him, leaning back onto the couch, with his elbow on the armrest, admiring the both of you.

"How about you try with him too?" Higurama suggests.

Nanami clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders, and pats the couch, signalling you to sit by him.

You sit next to him, his arm was resting behind your head, and the other now wandering to your face.

"Is this okay?" he asks. You nod.

He leans in, kissing you softly, making sure not to even put in a little bit of force. He was much gentler than Higurama, knowing it was your first time. His lips almost felt like a cloud, with his hand gently resting on your face, his thumb moving back and forth on your jaw. He left tiny kisses around your lips before meeting you again.

You feel another hand on your leg.

You pull back from Nanami, looking to your left to see Higurama sat on the couch as well.

You lean back, looking to your right – Nanami breathing heavy, taking off his glasses and putting it aside. Your eyes dart down, seeing the pillow placed before revealing the bulge in his pants. Looking to your left – Higurama with his tired eyes, messy hair, and pleading look on his face, checking you out – clearly equally as aroused in his jeans.

"Can I?" Higurama asks, moving his hand slightly away to wait for your consent.

"Can we?" you hear from the right, placing his hand on your other leg.

You felt overwhelmed.

Overstimulated.

But you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Yes"

That was all it took. They were on you immediately.

HIgurama moved his hand up your skirt, wandering around your inner thigh, while he kissed your neck – hard but not aggressive. He nibbled on your earlobe, and he continued to your neck, giving you a hickey.

Nanami kissed you on the other side of your neck, gently sucking and kissing it. He held your waist with one hand, while the other simply rested on your leg.

You moved both your hands to their face in utter desperation. Soft moans leaving your throat at the sudden biting, and whimpers you could hear from both of them.

You spread your legs, to give Higurama better access. He kissed your jaw before saying–

"Let us please you," kisses you again, then pulled away.

"Please" Nanami repeats also pulling away.

You respond by moving both their faces back to your neck. Nanami slowly undressed the buttons of your blouse, while Higurama traced his fingers at the hem of your underwear, darting a finger to your already wet folds.

Nanami unhooked your bra leaving your breasts completely exposed. He cupped your breast, fiddling with your hard nipples and clamping them with his fingers, causing you to arch your back.

Higurama took the opportunity to put his hand in your underwear and rub your clit with his thumb, earning a loud moan from you. He traced your folds with his fingers while he circled your clit in circles, slow then fast.

You were completely tangled between them, the sound of heavy panting and your moaning, the smell of liquor and faint cigarettes, hands wandering all over you, exploring you, taking in all of you.

All for themselves.

Higurama kept rubbing maddening circles around your clit, and you rode his hand, grabbing onto his face to keep your pace, while the other grabbed Nanami's leg – who moved your face to him, taking you into a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring every crevice of your mouth, inhaling all your whimpers. He then moved to your breast, sucking on your nipple, and biting it, causing you to roll your eyes back, and grab the back of his hair, to guide him.

You felt a heavy feeling on your lower stomach, while Higurama kept up his pace, going faster in circles till you reached your climax. You were moaning uncontrollably, riding his hand harder, grabbing both of their hair, head cocked back from pleasure – until you finally came.

Both of them left you soft kisses trailed across your face and neck before pulling back. Higurama took his hand from between your legs, looking at your cum before putting it in his mouth.

Nanami smirked at him – silent communication. He cupped Higurama's face, leaning in, and kissed right in front of you. You saw his tongue darting into his mouth to taste you, putting Higurama's fingers in between their lips, licking every bit of you.

You leaned back hesitantly before asking.

"Shall we?"

They looked over to you, then each other.

All three of you silently agreed.

...

A/N: this shit escalated lmaoo

[megansmoaning]

sukuna x reader

jealousy, jealousy

synopsis: sukuna can't handle you talking to other guys since you started being friends with benefits....so you lowkey get manhandled

cw: MDNI 18+, jjk oneshot, frat!kuna, non-curse/college au, plot smut, harsh language, edging, sexual tension, degration + praise, unprotected, rough sex word count: 3.2k

"Do you promise not to be a jerk today?" you ask him for the last time. He nods, sipping on his drink.

Now, you and Sukuna have been pretty good friends with benefits for about a month. And it was going great, just casual sex to relieve the all in all stress from college. Most of the time, it was quick and happened suddenly - usually in storage closets. Meaningless, unplanned and -

boring.

But in the entirety of this week, he just hasn't been able to handle you talking to guys. Any guy.

It's turned into a problem since you can't even talk to professors or let alone your male colleagues without his glowing eyes burning holes to you. It's even gotten to a point where he starts grabbing you by your waist in public and being passive aggressive towards any guy who interacts with you. Even your close friends.

Sukuna has always been someone who was quite laid-back - fucking different girls every week, getting their hopes up, then leaving them when he got bored.

But with you, it's quite different. He can't quite understand it himself. Possession and seething jealousy were emotions that weren't unfamiliar to him - but to feel it this strong was.

So, to relieve the tension, you decided to take a break from the benefits for the past couple of days. However, it actually just multiplied the fucking tension.

"Finally, we get to go to a party after sooooo fucking long!" Gojo exclaims taking a pre-game shot which was definitely gonna bite him in the ass later on.

"Yesssssss finally" Geto says, equally as lit as Gojo apparently - whilst Shoko just silently smoked a cigarette on the kitchen counter, chuckling at the soon-to-be disaster in front of her.

Almost all the time, everyone came over to you and Shoko's place to pre-game before heading out - which was the reward after the horrible finals week you all just had.

"Alright, let's leave guys" you say taking a shot yourself and checking your phone. All the while, Sukuna is just staring down at all your movements. Analysing you.

Since you started the break, it's been nothing but torture for him. Hearing you call his name and how you felt around him were the only things captivating his ever-loving mind.

He's checked you out at least a 100 times since you came out of your room.

And of course, you made sure to put the sluttiest fit you owned.

"Alright, it's at apartment 204, c'mon" you say and everyone starts heading to the door.

But Sukuna grabs you by your arm, slightly rough.

"You know what you're doing with that fucking fit on" he almost seethes through his teeth. You scoff at his cockiness.

"Yeah, I know 'kuna" you only ever said his nickname while he was mid-fucking the soul out of you, so this definitely struck a nerve.

His eyes widen. Like he couldn't believe how you were behaving. He grins with his tongue against his cheek, chuckling at your audacity. He unhands your arm.

"You'll miss the party" he says low, putting his hands in his pockets.

The two of you stare at each other for a good few seconds.

Heartbeat pacing at your throat. Unstable breathing. You inch closer to each other. The familiar smell of his cologne putting you in a daze.

His lips part just a little, and so does yours. You notice the silver lip piercing he got recently. Yes, it is great to make out with.

His chest is rising up and down behind his black shirt. He grunts - no, growls. His jaw clenching from trying to control himself.

Your eyes leave his lips, looking into his now. His eyes closed, breathing heavily through his nose, shaking his head.

"Leave." he says slow. He wasn't asking.

You obeyed, walking backwards to the door trying to hide the smile on your face.

...

At the house party, the right music was blasting and drinks were definitely flowing. During the first half hour, Sukuna and you didn't speak a word to each other, to which Gojo obviously started asking about since he can't read the room.

Sukuna gave him one-word answers that only made him question it more. And out of frustration, he just shut down the whole conversation in one loud shut the fuck up.

But after a while, you, Shoko, Gojo and Geto were up and dancing till your feet hurt, taking shots and singing the songs so loud it scared half of the other people on the dance floor.

Every now and then, you turned to look at Sukuna, who was most of the time either flirting with just another freshman or his frat buddies.

But he never failed to stare you down through hooded eyes every time he took a sip. Admiring your body in your fit and how you were the life of the party, clearly.

"Y/N?" one of your friends from class calls out to you, slurring.

"Oh! heyyyyyy" you say going over to talk to him, hugging before asking him how his new modules were since you hadn't seen him in so long.

Of course, this aggravated the pink-haired man in the corner.

You continue talking to your friend, actually inching closer to him just to piss Sukuna off. It was quite fun, teasing him. Not for him though.

He crushes the empty cup he just had in his hand, clenching his jaw so hard his teeth just might break. He saw the way you spoke to him, giggling every now and then, and touching his shoulder. He couldn't help but have cusses replaying in his head looking at your friend.

The music gets louder so you obviously can't hear what he's saying, so you move your ear towards his mouth to hear him better. Not the only reason obviously.

He inches closer too, checking you out and nodding to what you were saying, your outfit clearly distracting him.

Sukuna snapped.

You felt a known hand on your waist. Gripping onto it like he'd been waiting his whole life to.

"Hey, you're Ino yeah?" he asked a bit too harsh for someone he just met.

"Uhh...yeah?" he responded kind of worried about Sukuna's presence and clear authority he was trying to emit.

You push Sukuna aside, causing him to slightly gasp.

"Sorry about him, he's a bit too drunk, I think," you say playfully, shrugging your shoulders. You knew what this did to him. You knew it angered him. But that's what you were aiming for.

"You were saying, Ino?"

"Oh yeah, the new professor for software engineering is so annoying he's always aski-"

"Would you excuse us?" a low voice cuts him off. No 'please'.

It looked like he was fuming through his breathing, eyes visibly wide and peering at Ino, who was now clearly uncomfortable.

"Yeah sure, I gotta get another drink anyways" he laughs nervously, checking you out one last time before walking away. Sukuna tensed up.

"C'mon" he says ushering you upstairs to where he banged on doors until he found one which was empty.

He held onto your hand along the way, completely ignoring Geto calling out your name and asking you to come back to the dance floor.

"Sukuna- slow down" you whined as he dragged you along.

The grip he had on your hand was tightening the more rooms he found occupied, until finally, the last door on the hallway had no response to his knocking. He practically broke through the door, swinging you in with him, to the point your back hit the wall next to you. The muffled music and geto calling out to you fading away.

He doesn't miss a moment, caging you in with his large arms, closing his eyes to once again calm himself before talking. Something he's had to practice ever since you came to your agreement.

"Are you aware-" he says gritting his teeth, you thought it was going to chip off "-of what you're doing?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" you grin close to his lips, his piercing brushing against your skin.

He sighs irritated, his minty breath moving the fabric of your fit, as his head drooped down, his pink locks of hair brushing against your chin.

"You're going around talking to guys like a slut," he says under his breath but loud enough for you to hear "how unlike you"

"Like a slut!? I'm just talking to them!" you revoke.

"You're not just talking to them"

"Yes I am! I was literally asking him about his modules like a normal person. Plus why on earth do you give a f-"

"I want you to tell me that the stupid fucking break we have is over” he retorts. You stop.

He's not even looking at you, and everything he's saying is in low tones. You can tell he's trying his best not to raise his voice at you.

Sukuna didn't really care for a lot of things, but one thing was clear about him. He was a man of his word. But this was the toughest most agonising word he's had to keep.

"Or wha-" you put your hand to his face, but he catches it instantly.

"Don't play dumb with me" he snaps, lifting his head up, now towering over you.

"I-" he shakes his head in defeat, taking in a deep breath "need you to tell me, Y/N"

You examined his face, his body almost shaking with rage coursing through him. The best he's done controlling it. A man who lashes out on everyone - even for the slightest things - had a soft spot for you.

"Fine" you say, leaning in to which his hand abrupbtly stops you, blatantly wrapping around your neck, your back hitting the wall once again. Not the first time.

"Fine isn't gonna cut it, Y/N" he commands, adding pressure to your neck just slightly.

"It- It's off" you say, "The break is off- it’s done" looking up at him with dangerous doe-eyes, fluttering your eyelashes, eagerly waiting. You inch your face up so his lip ring touches yours. He lets out a shaky exhale.

"Fuck's sake"

His hands are on you urgently, lifting you up effortlessly and pinning you to the wall. His kisses were never gentle. They were hungry. Passionate. It almost always turned into a make out in the matter of seconds. But never this aggressive.

"You thought you could come dressed like that,"

He gripped onto your ass keeping you steady on the wall while he bit and snipped at your neck, leaving marks you definitely had to cover again.

"And expect me to act normal?" he murmurs against your neck.

You moaned when he nibbled right where you wanted, causing you to throw your head back.

You felt him move you to the bed, as he sat down and you straddled his lap.

"Take this off" he tugs at your outfit, his cold piercing tugging at your lip, at the sheer force of his tongue enveloping your mouth.

It was all just teeth, grunts and spit as he kissed you, tongue almost reaching the back of your throat. His hands are big and rough against your skin, holding you closer to him, your tits brushing against his chest.

You're trying to take off your top, but he beats you to it. He yanks it off you, ripping a part of it, but you and him couldn't care less. Of course you had no bra on. He admires you just for a split second before he's back to humiliating you.

You try riding your hips on the hardness behind his jeans, but he stops you with his hands. He pulls away, smirking at your whimpers. While his hands stay on your hips, he moves his thumb to the waistband of your soaked underwear.

"Actin' all tough, now what?" he laughs in your face, teasing your wetness, and rubbing your clit through the cloth. You breath into his mouth, and move your hips to his hand.

"Such a needy girl aren't you?"

"Kuna, you-" he presses your clit harder, moving it in a circular motion - the friction from the cloth stimulating you just enough.

"Yeah?" he never stopped grinning, enjoying the state you're in.

"You can't- jus- just get jealo-"

He slips two fingers in.

"Shit"

"Hm?" he asks "didn't quite catch that"

"I said-" another moan. Obscene sounds of your slickness fill the room as he continues thrusting his fingers, chasing your high.

"Mhm?" he's mocking you.

"you're breakin- the- the rules of our agreem- mm"

Your breath hitches. More thrusts. Lip ring brushing against your teeth.

"Spit it out, c'mon". He curves his fingers.

"ugh god- agreement" you say so loud you think the other room heard you. The grip on his shoulders definitely creating scratches.

He stops, retracting his fingers, holding your hips steady to stop your pathetic riding. He repeats the word agreement, as if you just insulted him.

"I'm aware"

–he snarls against your lips before flipping you over so he hovered over you. He basically yanks your underwear off, so restless it’s dangling from your foot.

"But here's the thing," his voice is so low it's vibrating off the walls. He stands up to look at you.

You lay bare in front of him, legs spread wide. Again, not the first time.

"I'm also aware," He scans your whole body. Slowly. "That the little whore you are,–"

Eyes lingering between your legs, now completely slick almost dripping wet from the edging he just put you through. You try to close your legs out of slight embarrassment but he stops you with his knee.

"–actually likes this."

He starts unbuttoning his shirt at an excruciating pace, taking it off to reveal his tatted marks across his entire carefully sculpted body.

"You want me to break these dumbass rules you've put in our little 'agreement', huh?" He's still breathing heavy as he continues to take off his belt.

"You just want me angry, don't you?" he's gritting his teeth, throwing the belt to the floor.

"And you," he's unbuttoning his jeans "You want me fuckin' you like a slut, cause you actually like it" he says it like it’s some big epiphany.

"God, you can have such an ego". You knew it only got him angrier. He scoffs.

"Yet you don't disagree, hm?"

You don't.

His boxers are barely holding in his fat cock, as he springs it out for you to look at. You can't help but stare, veins dragging from his v-line fading away at his pink tip, already full and slick from pre-cum. You're almost drooling at the thought of him pounding in you.

Without wasting a minute, he takes your hands and pins it above you with one hand, the other holding his cock.

You tried adjusting yourself, but he clicks his tongue in annoyance when you do.

"I can't believe it" his tone is seething irony. He drags his blunt tip across your wet slit, teasing you while your whimpers turned into a whine as his hold on your wrists pressed into the mattress.

"You're far more worse than I thought" Such fake tender whispers.

He pushes in slow, stretching you wide till your gasps dissolved into a moan.

"Hm, cute" He doesn't even let you conform to him before he starts pounding into you in a reckless, practiced rhythm. The filthy sounds of him thrusting cockily into you are so loud, anyone outside the door could hear.

"Shu- shut up" You're completely helpless, fluttering around his length trying to keep up, tits bouncing to his treacherous momentum- moaning shamelessly.

"Hmm so loud for someone fucking their friend"

"Let- let me to touch you" you beg, mind completely foggy and spinning, hair rubbing against the sheets below you.

"Oh, is that in the agreement?" he seethes "Or have you already forgotten all about it?"

You can't even respond when his hips are slamming into you, dragging against every sensitive ridge in you, thrusting into just the right spot. So vulgar you've got your legs wrapping around him and trying to grab onto any bit of fabric from the sheets.

"Tch- this won't do"

He stops, flipping you around with ease, your body hits the mattress with force, face muffling in the sheets. You try to prop yourself up with your hands, but as always, he beats you to it - fisting his hand in your hair and lifting you up - sliding his cock right back in.

He pulls you up with nothing but your hair, a couple of strands breaking off from his roughness. His wicked smirk is right at your ear, mocking tender caresses on your ass while your gasping for air.

"You can take it, right?" such a gentle tone for someone ripping your hair out.

You've stopped responding, since your throat is only emitting vulgar filthy sounds from the pain mixed with pleasure.

"Speak"

"Ye- Yes"

"Say it, c'mon"

"Yes kuna, f- fuck" you cry out.

He lets go of your hair, colliding back onto the soft sheets. He clutches onto your hips, and continues his violent pace. The pain is shooting straight up your core as he's sliding in and out of you mercilessly, your ass colliding with his hips.

"Look at you, taking it sooo well like a goooood girl". Such ridicule.

He nearly folds you in half when he somehow manages to go in more, only building the heavy feeling in your lower stomach. Your eyes are rolled back and shedding tears from the torment he's putting you through. But you fucking loved it.

His hold on your hips is so strong to keep up his tempo, it's bruising you. But he shifts, when one hand slips to your throat, choking you as he pulled you up to go deeper.

"Fuck kuna" you're screaming while he's going so much faster. So much harder. So brutally fucking you.

"C'mon, cum for me like you always do" his voice is shaking too while he's chasing his own high, choking your throat and biting down your neck, trying not to break at the way you're squeezing around him so filthy. So perfect.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" he's repeating with every thrust against your marked skin as he just keeps going. Your moans are cries as you clench around him one last time, hand reaching for the back of his head - to which he doesn't even care for anymore. Gushing dripping cum down him as he simultaneously spills into you, lips leaving your neck as he sighs.

The sound of muffled party music was the only thing you could hear now, along with ragged long breaths trying to get ahold of yourselves. His hold on your hips and throat shifted to your waist, holding you so gentle for someone who just fucked the living shit out of you.

You rest your whole body on his strong build, completely exhausted, the smell of sweat and perfume mixing with your dazed senses.

He lets out a deep exhale, and so do you. He's about to say something but you stop him.

"Yeah, I do like it"

"Hm?" he asks confused, equally as tired, breathing into your neck and leaving a little kiss on your collarbone. However reckless he was, he never failed to be soft to you afterwards.

"I like making you mad" you giggle a little between the uneven breaths. And so does he.

"I'm aware"

You turn around to him, giving him one last kiss before you hear a slurring voice at the door.

"So uhh, either someone broke in or y'all fucking"

"Shut the fuck up Satoru"

...

a/n: i yearn to be manhandled by a hot demon curse ... bit of a long one for you sexies, hope you like it baby ahahah i love you

[megansmoaning]

sukuna x reader

jealousy, jealousy

synopsis: sukuna can't handle you talking to other guys since you started being friends with benefits....so you lowkey get manhandled

cw: MDNI 18+, jjk oneshot, frat!kuna, non-curse/college au, plot smut, harsh language, edging, sexual tension, degration + praise, unprotected, rough sex word count: 3.2k

"Do you promise not to be a jerk today?" you ask him for the last time. He nods, sipping on his drink.

Now, you and Sukuna have been pretty good friends with benefits for about a month. And it was going great, just casual sex to relieve the all in all stress from college. Most of the time, it was quick and happened suddenly - usually in storage closets. Meaningless, unplanned and -

boring.

But in the entirety of this week, he just hasn't been able to handle you talking to guys. Any guy.

It's turned into a problem since you can't even talk to professors or let alone your male colleagues without his glowing eyes burning holes to you. It's even gotten to a point where he starts grabbing you by your waist in public and being passive aggressive towards any guy who interacts with you. Even your close friends.

Sukuna has always been someone who was quite laid-back - fucking different girls every week, getting their hopes up, then leaving them when he got bored.

But with you, it's quite different. He can't quite understand it himself. Possession and seething jealousy were emotions that weren't unfamiliar to him - but to feel it this strong was.

So, to relieve the tension, you decided to take a break from the benefits for the past couple of days. However, it actually just multiplied the fucking tension.

"Finally, we get to go to a party after sooooo fucking long!" Gojo exclaims taking a pre-game shot which was definitely gonna bite him in the ass later on.

"Yesssssss finally" Geto says, equally as lit as Gojo apparently - whilst Shoko just silently smoked a cigarette on the kitchen counter, chuckling at the soon-to-be disaster in front of her.

Almost all the time, everyone came over to you and Shoko's place to pre-game before heading out - which was the reward after the horrible finals week you all just had.

"Alright, let's leave guys" you say taking a shot yourself and checking your phone. All the while, Sukuna is just staring down at all your movements. Analysing you.

Since you started the break, it's been nothing but torture for him. Hearing you call his name and how you felt around him were the only things captivating his ever-loving mind.

He's checked you out at least a 100 times since you came out of your room.

And of course, you made sure to put the sluttiest fit you owned.

"Alright, it's at apartment 204, c'mon" you say and everyone starts heading to the door.

But Sukuna grabs you by your arm, slightly rough.

"You know what you're doing with that fucking fit on" he almost seethes through his teeth. You scoff at his cockiness.

"Yeah, I know 'kuna" you only ever said his nickname while he was mid-fucking the soul out of you, so this definitely struck a nerve.

His eyes widen. Like he couldn't believe how you were behaving. He grins with his tongue against his cheek, chuckling at your audacity. He unhands your arm.

"You'll miss the party" he says low, putting his hands in his pockets.

The two of you stare at each other for a good few seconds.

Heartbeat pacing at your throat. Unstable breathing. You inch closer to each other. The familiar smell of his cologne putting you in a daze.

His lips part just a little, and so does yours. You notice the silver lip piercing he got recently. Yes, it is great to make out with.

His chest is rising up and down behind his black shirt. He grunts - no, growls. His jaw clenching from trying to control himself.

Your eyes leave his lips, looking into his now. His eyes closed, breathing heavily through his nose, shaking his head.

"Leave." he says slow. He wasn't asking.

You obeyed, walking backwards to the door trying to hide the smile on your face.

...

At the house party, the right music was blasting and drinks were definitely flowing. During the first half hour, Sukuna and you didn't speak a word to each other, to which Gojo obviously started asking about since he can't read the room.

Sukuna gave him one-word answers that only made him question it more. And out of frustration, he just shut down the whole conversation in one loud shut the fuck up.

But after a while, you, Shoko, Gojo and Geto were up and dancing till your feet hurt, taking shots and singing the songs so loud it scared half of the other people on the dance floor.

Every now and then, you turned to look at Sukuna, who was most of the time either flirting with just another freshman or his frat buddies.

But he never failed to stare you down through hooded eyes every time he took a sip. Admiring your body in your fit and how you were the life of the party, clearly.

"Y/N?" one of your friends from class calls out to you, slurring.

"Oh! heyyyyyy" you say going over to talk to him, hugging before asking him how his new modules were since you hadn't seen him in so long.

Of course, this aggravated the pink-haired man in the corner.

You continue talking to your friend, actually inching closer to him just to piss Sukuna off. It was quite fun, teasing him. Not for him though.

He crushes the empty cup he just had in his hand, clenching his jaw so hard his teeth just might break. He saw the way you spoke to him, giggling every now and then, and touching his shoulder. He couldn't help but have cusses replaying in his head looking at your friend.

The music gets louder so you obviously can't hear what he's saying, so you move your ear towards his mouth to hear him better. Not the only reason obviously.

He inches closer too, checking you out and nodding to what you were saying, your outfit clearly distracting him.

Sukuna snapped.

You felt a known hand on your waist. Gripping onto it like he'd been waiting his whole life to.

"Hey, you're Ino yeah?" he asked a bit too harsh for someone he just met.

"Uhh...yeah?" he responded kind of worried about Sukuna's presence and clear authority he was trying to emit.

You push Sukuna aside, causing him to slightly gasp.

"Sorry about him, he's a bit too drunk, I think," you say playfully, shrugging your shoulders. You knew what this did to him. You knew it angered him. But that's what you were aiming for.

"You were saying, Ino?"

"Oh yeah, the new professor for software engineering is so annoying he's always aski-"

"Would you excuse us?" a low voice cuts him off. No 'please'.

It looked like he was fuming through his breathing, eyes visibly wide and peering at Ino, who was now clearly uncomfortable.

"Yeah sure, I gotta get another drink anyways" he laughs nervously, checking you out one last time before walking away. Sukuna tensed up.

"C'mon" he says ushering you upstairs to where he banged on doors until he found one which was empty.

He held onto your hand along the way, completely ignoring Geto calling out your name and asking you to come back to the dance floor.

"Sukuna- slow down" you whined as he dragged you along.

The grip he had on your hand was tightening the more rooms he found occupied, until finally, the last door on the hallway had no response to his knocking. He practically broke through the door, swinging you in with him, to the point your back hit the wall next to you. The muffled music and geto calling out to you fading away.

He doesn't miss a moment, caging you in with his large arms, closing his eyes to once again calm himself before talking. Something he's had to practice ever since you came to your agreement.

"Are you aware-" he says gritting his teeth, you thought it was going to chip off "-of what you're doing?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" you grin close to his lips, his piercing brushing against your skin.

He sighs irritated, his minty breath moving the fabric of your fit, as his head drooped down, his pink locks of hair brushing against your chin.

"You're going around talking to guys like a slut," he says under his breath but loud enough for you to hear "how unlike you"

"Like a slut!? I'm just talking to them!" you revoke.

"You're not just talking to them"

"Yes I am! I was literally asking him about his modules like a normal person. Plus why on earth do you give a f-"

"I want you to tell me that the stupid fucking break we have is over” he retorts. You stop.

He's not even looking at you, and everything he's saying is in low tones. You can tell he's trying his best not to raise his voice at you.

Sukuna didn't really care for a lot of things, but one thing was clear about him. He was a man of his word. But this was the toughest most agonising word he's had to keep.

"Or wha-" you put your hand to his face, but he catches it instantly.

"Don't play dumb with me" he snaps, lifting his head up, now towering over you.

"I-" he shakes his head in defeat, taking in a deep breath "need you to tell me, Y/N"

You examined his face, his body almost shaking with rage coursing through him. The best he's done controlling it. A man who lashes out on everyone - even for the slightest things - had a soft spot for you.

"Fine" you say, leaning in to which his hand abrupbtly stops you, blatantly wrapping around your neck, your back hitting the wall once again. Not the first time.

"Fine isn't gonna cut it, Y/N" he commands, adding pressure to your neck just slightly.

"It- It's off" you say, "The break is off- it’s done" looking up at him with dangerous doe-eyes, fluttering your eyelashes, eagerly waiting. You inch your face up so his lip ring touches yours. He lets out a shaky exhale.

"Fuck's sake"

His hands are on you urgently, lifting you up effortlessly and pinning you to the wall. His kisses were never gentle. They were hungry. Passionate. It almost always turned into a make out in the matter of seconds. But never this aggressive.

"You thought you could come dressed like that,"

He gripped onto your ass keeping you steady on the wall while he bit and snipped at your neck, leaving marks you definitely had to cover again.

"And expect me to act normal?" he murmurs against your neck.

You moaned when he nibbled right where you wanted, causing you to throw your head back.

You felt him move you to the bed, as he sat down and you straddled his lap.

"Take this off" he tugs at your outfit, his cold piercing tugging at your lip, at the sheer force of his tongue enveloping your mouth.

It was all just teeth, grunts and spit as he kissed you, tongue almost reaching the back of your throat. His hands are big and rough against your skin, holding you closer to him, your tits brushing against his chest.

You're trying to take off your top, but he beats you to it. He yanks it off you, ripping a part of it, but you and him couldn't care less. Of course you had no bra on. He admires you just for a split second before he's back to humiliating you.

You try riding your hips on the hardness behind his jeans, but he stops you with his hands. He pulls away, smirking at your whimpers. While his hands stay on your hips, he moves his thumb to the waistband of your soaked underwear.

"Actin' all tough, now what?" he laughs in your face, teasing your wetness, and rubbing your clit through the cloth. You breath into his mouth, and move your hips to his hand.

"Such a needy girl aren't you?"

"Kuna, you-" he presses your clit harder, moving it in a circular motion - the friction from the cloth stimulating you just enough.

"Yeah?" he never stopped grinning, enjoying the state you're in.

"You can't- jus- just get jealo-"

He slips two fingers in.

"Shit"

"Hm?" he asks "didn't quite catch that"

"I said-" another moan. Obscene sounds of your slickness fill the room as he continues thrusting his fingers, chasing your high.

"Mhm?" he's mocking you.

"you're breakin- the- the rules of our agreem- mm"

Your breath hitches. More thrusts. Lip ring brushing against your teeth.

"Spit it out, c'mon". He curves his fingers.

"ugh god- agreement" you say so loud you think the other room heard you. The grip on his shoulders definitely creating scratches.

He stops, retracting his fingers, holding your hips steady to stop your pathetic riding. He repeats the word agreement, as if you just insulted him.

"I'm aware"

–he snarls against your lips before flipping you over so he hovered over you. He basically yanks your underwear off, so restless it’s dangling from your foot.

"But here's the thing," his voice is so low it's vibrating off the walls. He stands up to look at you.

You lay bare in front of him, legs spread wide. Again, not the first time.

"I'm also aware," He scans your whole body. Slowly. "That the little whore you are,–"

Eyes lingering between your legs, now completely slick almost dripping wet from the edging he just put you through. You try to close your legs out of slight embarrassment but he stops you with his knee.

"–actually likes this."

He starts unbuttoning his shirt at an excruciating pace, taking it off to reveal his tatted marks across his entire carefully sculpted body.

"You want me to break these dumbass rules you've put in our little 'agreement', huh?" He's still breathing heavy as he continues to take off his belt.

"You just want me angry, don't you?" he's gritting his teeth, throwing the belt to the floor.

"And you," he's unbuttoning his jeans "You want me fuckin' you like a slut, cause you actually like it" he says it like it’s some big epiphany.

"God, you can have such an ego". You knew it only got him angrier. He scoffs.

"Yet you don't disagree, hm?"

You don't.

His boxers are barely holding in his fat cock, as he springs it out for you to look at. You can't help but stare, veins dragging from his v-line fading away at his pink tip, already full and slick from pre-cum. You're almost drooling at the thought of him pounding in you.

Without wasting a minute, he takes your hands and pins it above you with one hand, the other holding his cock.

You tried adjusting yourself, but he clicks his tongue in annoyance when you do.

"I can't believe it" his tone is seething irony. He drags his blunt tip across your wet slit, teasing you while your whimpers turned into a whine as his hold on your wrists pressed into the mattress.

"You're far more worse than I thought" Such fake tender whispers.

He pushes in slow, stretching you wide till your gasps dissolved into a moan.

"Hm, cute" He doesn't even let you conform to him before he starts pounding into you in a reckless, practiced rhythm. The filthy sounds of him thrusting cockily into you are so loud, anyone outside the door could hear.

"Shu- shut up" You're completely helpless, fluttering around his length trying to keep up, tits bouncing to his treacherous momentum- moaning shamelessly.

"Hmm so loud for someone fucking their friend"

"Let- let me to touch you" you beg, mind completely foggy and spinning, hair rubbing against the sheets below you.

"Oh, is that in the agreement?" he seethes "Or have you already forgotten all about it?"

You can't even respond when his hips are slamming into you, dragging against every sensitive ridge in you, thrusting into just the right spot. So vulgar you've got your legs wrapping around him and trying to grab onto any bit of fabric from the sheets.

"Tch- this won't do"

He stops, flipping you around with ease, your body hits the mattress with force, face muffling in the sheets. You try to prop yourself up with your hands, but as always, he beats you to it - fisting his hand in your hair and lifting you up - sliding his cock right back in.

He pulls you up with nothing but your hair, a couple of strands breaking off from his roughness. His wicked smirk is right at your ear, mocking tender caresses on your ass while your gasping for air.

"You can take it, right?" such a gentle tone for someone ripping your hair out.

You've stopped responding, since your throat is only emitting vulgar filthy sounds from the pain mixed with pleasure.

"Speak"

"Ye- Yes"

"Say it, c'mon"

"Yes kuna, f- fuck" you cry out.

He lets go of your hair, colliding back onto the soft sheets. He clutches onto your hips, and continues his violent pace. The pain is shooting straight up your core as he's sliding in and out of you mercilessly, your ass colliding with his hips.

"Look at you, taking it sooo well like a goooood girl". Such ridicule.

He nearly folds you in half when he somehow manages to go in more, only building the heavy feeling in your lower stomach. Your eyes are rolled back and shedding tears from the torment he's putting you through. But you fucking loved it.

His hold on your hips is so strong to keep up his tempo, it's bruising you. But he shifts, when one hand slips to your throat, choking you as he pulled you up to go deeper.

"Fuck kuna" you're screaming while he's going so much faster. So much harder. So brutally fucking you.

"C'mon, cum for me like you always do" his voice is shaking too while he's chasing his own high, choking your throat and biting down your neck, trying not to break at the way you're squeezing around him so filthy. So perfect.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" he's repeating with every thrust against your marked skin as he just keeps going. Your moans are cries as you clench around him one last time, hand reaching for the back of his head - to which he doesn't even care for anymore. Gushing dripping cum down him as he simultaneously spills into you, lips leaving your neck as he sighs.

The sound of muffled party music was the only thing you could hear now, along with ragged long breaths trying to get ahold of yourselves. His hold on your hips and throat shifted to your waist, holding you so gentle for someone who just fucked the living shit out of you.

You rest your whole body on his strong build, completely exhausted, the smell of sweat and perfume mixing with your dazed senses.

He lets out a deep exhale, and so do you. He's about to say something but you stop him.

"Yeah, I do like it"

"Hm?" he asks confused, equally as tired, breathing into your neck and leaving a little kiss on your collarbone. However reckless he was, he never failed to be soft to you afterwards.

"I like making you mad" you giggle a little between the uneven breaths. And so does he.

"I'm aware"

You turn around to him, giving him one last kiss before you hear a slurring voice at the door.

"So uhh, either someone broke in or y'all fucking"

"Shut the fuck up Satoru"

...

a/n: i yearn to be manhandled by a hot demon curse ... bit of a long one for you sexies, hope you like it baby ahahah i love you

[megansmoaning]

sukuna x reader

jealousy, jealousy

synopsis: sukuna can't handle you talking to other guys since you started being friends with benefits....so you lowkey get manhandled

cw: MDNI 18+, jjk oneshot, frat!kuna, non-curse/college au, plot smut, harsh language, edging, sexual tension, degration + praise, unprotected, rough sex word count: 3.2k

"Do you promise not to be a jerk today?" you ask him for the last time. He nods, sipping on his drink.

Now, you and Sukuna have been pretty good friends with benefits for about a month. And it was going great, just casual sex to relieve the all in all stress from college. Most of the time, it was quick and happened suddenly - usually in storage closets. Meaningless, unplanned and -

boring.

But in the entirety of this week, he just hasn't been able to handle you talking to guys. Any guy.

It's turned into a problem since you can't even talk to professors or let alone your male colleagues without his glowing eyes burning holes to you. It's even gotten to a point where he starts grabbing you by your waist in public and being passive aggressive towards any guy who interacts with you. Even your close friends.

Sukuna has always been someone who was quite laid-back - fucking different girls every week, getting their hopes up, then leaving them when he got bored.

But with you, it's quite different. He can't quite understand it himself. Possession and seething jealousy were emotions that weren't unfamiliar to him - but to feel it this strong was.

So, to relieve the tension, you decided to take a break from the benefits for the past couple of days. However, it actually just multiplied the fucking tension.

"Finally, we get to go to a party after sooooo fucking long!" Gojo exclaims taking a pre-game shot which was definitely gonna bite him in the ass later on.

"Yesssssss finally" Geto says, equally as lit as Gojo apparently - whilst Shoko just silently smoked a cigarette on the kitchen counter, chuckling at the soon-to-be disaster in front of her.

Almost all the time, everyone came over to you and Shoko's place to pre-game before heading out - which was the reward after the horrible finals week you all just had.

"Alright, let's leave guys" you say taking a shot yourself and checking your phone. All the while, Sukuna is just staring down at all your movements. Analysing you.

Since you started the break, it's been nothing but torture for him. Hearing you call his name and how you felt around him were the only things captivating his ever-loving mind.

He's checked you out at least a 100 times since you came out of your room.

And of course, you made sure to put the sluttiest fit you owned.

"Alright, it's at apartment 204, c'mon" you say and everyone starts heading to the door.

But Sukuna grabs you by your arm, slightly rough.

"You know what you're doing with that fucking fit on" he almost seethes through his teeth. You scoff at his cockiness.

"Yeah, I know 'kuna" you only ever said his nickname while he was mid-fucking the soul out of you, so this definitely struck a nerve.

His eyes widen. Like he couldn't believe how you were behaving. He grins with his tongue against his cheek, chuckling at your audacity. He unhands your arm.

"You'll miss the party" he says low, putting his hands in his pockets.

The two of you stare at each other for a good few seconds.

Heartbeat pacing at your throat. Unstable breathing. You inch closer to each other. The familiar smell of his cologne putting you in a daze.

His lips part just a little, and so does yours. You notice the silver lip piercing he got recently. Yes, it is great to make out with.

His chest is rising up and down behind his black shirt. He grunts - no, growls. His jaw clenching from trying to control himself.

Your eyes leave his lips, looking into his now. His eyes closed, breathing heavily through his nose, shaking his head.

"Leave." he says slow. He wasn't asking.

You obeyed, walking backwards to the door trying to hide the smile on your face.

...

At the house party, the right music was blasting and drinks were definitely flowing. During the first half hour, Sukuna and you didn't speak a word to each other, to which Gojo obviously started asking about since he can't read the room.

Sukuna gave him one-word answers that only made him question it more. And out of frustration, he just shut down the whole conversation in one loud shut the fuck up.

But after a while, you, Shoko, Gojo and Geto were up and dancing till your feet hurt, taking shots and singing the songs so loud it scared half of the other people on the dance floor.

Every now and then, you turned to look at Sukuna, who was most of the time either flirting with just another freshman or his frat buddies.

But he never failed to stare you down through hooded eyes every time he took a sip. Admiring your body in your fit and how you were the life of the party, clearly.

"Y/N?" one of your friends from class calls out to you, slurring.

"Oh! heyyyyyy" you say going over to talk to him, hugging before asking him how his new modules were since you hadn't seen him in so long.

Of course, this aggravated the pink-haired man in the corner.

You continue talking to your friend, actually inching closer to him just to piss Sukuna off. It was quite fun, teasing him. Not for him though.

He crushes the empty cup he just had in his hand, clenching his jaw so hard his teeth just might break. He saw the way you spoke to him, giggling every now and then, and touching his shoulder. He couldn't help but have cusses replaying in his head looking at your friend.

The music gets louder so you obviously can't hear what he's saying, so you move your ear towards his mouth to hear him better. Not the only reason obviously.

He inches closer too, checking you out and nodding to what you were saying, your outfit clearly distracting him.

Sukuna snapped.

You felt a known hand on your waist. Gripping onto it like he'd been waiting his whole life to.

"Hey, you're Ino yeah?" he asked a bit too harsh for someone he just met.

"Uhh...yeah?" he responded kind of worried about Sukuna's presence and clear authority he was trying to emit.

You push Sukuna aside, causing him to slightly gasp.

"Sorry about him, he's a bit too drunk, I think," you say playfully, shrugging your shoulders. You knew what this did to him. You knew it angered him. But that's what you were aiming for.

"You were saying, Ino?"

"Oh yeah, the new professor for software engineering is so annoying he's always aski-"

"Would you excuse us?" a low voice cuts him off. No 'please'.

It looked like he was fuming through his breathing, eyes visibly wide and peering at Ino, who was now clearly uncomfortable.

"Yeah sure, I gotta get another drink anyways" he laughs nervously, checking you out one last time before walking away. Sukuna tensed up.

"C'mon" he says ushering you upstairs to where he banged on doors until he found one which was empty.

He held onto your hand along the way, completely ignoring Geto calling out your name and asking you to come back to the dance floor.

"Sukuna- slow down" you whined as he dragged you along.

The grip he had on your hand was tightening the more rooms he found occupied, until finally, the last door on the hallway had no response to his knocking. He practically broke through the door, swinging you in with him, to the point your back hit the wall next to you. The muffled music and geto calling out to you fading away.

He doesn't miss a moment, caging you in with his large arms, closing his eyes to once again calm himself before talking. Something he's had to practice ever since you came to your agreement.

"Are you aware-" he says gritting his teeth, you thought it was going to chip off "-of what you're doing?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" you grin close to his lips, his piercing brushing against your skin.

He sighs irritated, his minty breath moving the fabric of your fit, as his head drooped down, his pink locks of hair brushing against your chin.

"You're going around talking to guys like a slut," he says under his breath but loud enough for you to hear "how unlike you"

"Like a slut!? I'm just talking to them!" you revoke.

"You're not just talking to them"

"Yes I am! I was literally asking him about his modules like a normal person. Plus why on earth do you give a f-"

"I want you to tell me that the stupid fucking break we have is over” he retorts. You stop.

He's not even looking at you, and everything he's saying is in low tones. You can tell he's trying his best not to raise his voice at you.

Sukuna didn't really care for a lot of things, but one thing was clear about him. He was a man of his word. But this was the toughest most agonising word he's had to keep.

"Or wha-" you put your hand to his face, but he catches it instantly.

"Don't play dumb with me" he snaps, lifting his head up, now towering over you.

"I-" he shakes his head in defeat, taking in a deep breath "need you to tell me, Y/N"

You examined his face, his body almost shaking with rage coursing through him. The best he's done controlling it. A man who lashes out on everyone - even for the slightest things - had a soft spot for you.

"Fine" you say, leaning in to which his hand abrupbtly stops you, blatantly wrapping around your neck, your back hitting the wall once again. Not the first time.

"Fine isn't gonna cut it, Y/N" he commands, adding pressure to your neck just slightly.

"It- It's off" you say, "The break is off- it’s done" looking up at him with dangerous doe-eyes, fluttering your eyelashes, eagerly waiting. You inch your face up so his lip ring touches yours. He lets out a shaky exhale.

"Fuck's sake"

His hands are on you urgently, lifting you up effortlessly and pinning you to the wall. His kisses were never gentle. They were hungry. Passionate. It almost always turned into a make out in the matter of seconds. But never this aggressive.

"You thought you could come dressed like that,"

He gripped onto your ass keeping you steady on the wall while he bit and snipped at your neck, leaving marks you definitely had to cover again.

"And expect me to act normal?" he murmurs against your neck.

You moaned when he nibbled right where you wanted, causing you to throw your head back.

You felt him move you to the bed, as he sat down and you straddled his lap.

"Take this off" he tugs at your outfit, his cold piercing tugging at your lip, at the sheer force of his tongue enveloping your mouth.

It was all just teeth, grunts and spit as he kissed you, tongue almost reaching the back of your throat. His hands are big and rough against your skin, holding you closer to him, your tits brushing against his chest.

You're trying to take off your top, but he beats you to it. He yanks it off you, ripping a part of it, but you and him couldn't care less. Of course you had no bra on. He admires you just for a split second before he's back to humiliating you.

You try riding your hips on the hardness behind his jeans, but he stops you with his hands. He pulls away, smirking at your whimpers. While his hands stay on your hips, he moves his thumb to the waistband of your soaked underwear.

"Actin' all tough, now what?" he laughs in your face, teasing your wetness, and rubbing your clit through the cloth. You breath into his mouth, and move your hips to his hand.

"Such a needy girl aren't you?"

"Kuna, you-" he presses your clit harder, moving it in a circular motion - the friction from the cloth stimulating you just enough.

"Yeah?" he never stopped grinning, enjoying the state you're in.

"You can't- jus- just get jealo-"

He slips two fingers in.

"Shit"

"Hm?" he asks "didn't quite catch that"

"I said-" another moan. Obscene sounds of your slickness fill the room as he continues thrusting his fingers, chasing your high.

"Mhm?" he's mocking you.

"you're breakin- the- the rules of our agreem- mm"

Your breath hitches. More thrusts. Lip ring brushing against your teeth.

"Spit it out, c'mon". He curves his fingers.

"ugh god- agreement" you say so loud you think the other room heard you. The grip on his shoulders definitely creating scratches.

He stops, retracting his fingers, holding your hips steady to stop your pathetic riding. He repeats the word agreement, as if you just insulted him.

"I'm aware"

–he snarls against your lips before flipping you over so he hovered over you. He basically yanks your underwear off, so restless it’s dangling from your foot.

"But here's the thing," his voice is so low it's vibrating off the walls. He stands up to look at you.

You lay bare in front of him, legs spread wide. Again, not the first time.

"I'm also aware," He scans your whole body. Slowly. "That the little whore you are,–"

Eyes lingering between your legs, now completely slick almost dripping wet from the edging he just put you through. You try to close your legs out of slight embarrassment but he stops you with his knee.

"–actually likes this."

He starts unbuttoning his shirt at an excruciating pace, taking it off to reveal his tatted marks across his entire carefully sculpted body.

"You want me to break these dumbass rules you've put in our little 'agreement', huh?" He's still breathing heavy as he continues to take off his belt.

"You just want me angry, don't you?" he's gritting his teeth, throwing the belt to the floor.

"And you," he's unbuttoning his jeans "You want me fuckin' you like a slut, cause you actually like it" he says it like it’s some big epiphany.

"God, you can have such an ego". You knew it only got him angrier. He scoffs.

"Yet you don't disagree, hm?"

You don't.

His boxers are barely holding in his fat cock, as he springs it out for you to look at. You can't help but stare, veins dragging from his v-line fading away at his pink tip, already full and slick from pre-cum. You're almost drooling at the thought of him pounding in you.

Without wasting a minute, he takes your hands and pins it above you with one hand, the other holding his cock.

You tried adjusting yourself, but he clicks his tongue in annoyance when you do.

"I can't believe it" his tone is seething irony. He drags his blunt tip across your wet slit, teasing you while your whimpers turned into a whine as his hold on your wrists pressed into the mattress.

"You're far more worse than I thought" Such fake tender whispers.

He pushes in slow, stretching you wide till your gasps dissolved into a moan.

"Hm, cute" He doesn't even let you conform to him before he starts pounding into you in a reckless, practiced rhythm. The filthy sounds of him thrusting cockily into you are so loud, anyone outside the door could hear.

"Shu- shut up" You're completely helpless, fluttering around his length trying to keep up, tits bouncing to his treacherous momentum- moaning shamelessly.

"Hmm so loud for someone fucking their friend"

"Let- let me to touch you" you beg, mind completely foggy and spinning, hair rubbing against the sheets below you.

"Oh, is that in the agreement?" he seethes "Or have you already forgotten all about it?"

You can't even respond when his hips are slamming into you, dragging against every sensitive ridge in you, thrusting into just the right spot. So vulgar you've got your legs wrapping around him and trying to grab onto any bit of fabric from the sheets.

"Tch- this won't do"

He stops, flipping you around with ease, your body hits the mattress with force, face muffling in the sheets. You try to prop yourself up with your hands, but as always, he beats you to it - fisting his hand in your hair and lifting you up - sliding his cock right back in.

He pulls you up with nothing but your hair, a couple of strands breaking off from his roughness. His wicked smirk is right at your ear, mocking tender caresses on your ass while your gasping for air.

"You can take it, right?" such a gentle tone for someone ripping your hair out.

You've stopped responding, since your throat is only emitting vulgar filthy sounds from the pain mixed with pleasure.

"Speak"

"Ye- Yes"

"Say it, c'mon"

"Yes kuna, f- fuck" you cry out.

He lets go of your hair, colliding back onto the soft sheets. He clutches onto your hips, and continues his violent pace. The pain is shooting straight up your core as he's sliding in and out of you mercilessly, your ass colliding with his hips.

"Look at you, taking it sooo well like a goooood girl". Such ridicule.

He nearly folds you in half when he somehow manages to go in more, only building the heavy feeling in your lower stomach. Your eyes are rolled back and shedding tears from the torment he's putting you through. But you fucking loved it.

His hold on your hips is so strong to keep up his tempo, it's bruising you. But he shifts, when one hand slips to your throat, choking you as he pulled you up to go deeper.

"Fuck kuna" you're screaming while he's going so much faster. So much harder. So brutally fucking you.

"C'mon, cum for me like you always do" his voice is shaking too while he's chasing his own high, choking your throat and biting down your neck, trying not to break at the way you're squeezing around him so filthy. So perfect.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" he's repeating with every thrust against your marked skin as he just keeps going. Your moans are cries as you clench around him one last time, hand reaching for the back of his head - to which he doesn't even care for anymore. Gushing dripping cum down him as he simultaneously spills into you, lips leaving your neck as he sighs.

The sound of muffled party music was the only thing you could hear now, along with ragged long breaths trying to get ahold of yourselves. His hold on your hips and throat shifted to your waist, holding you so gentle for someone who just fucked the living shit out of you.

You rest your whole body on his strong build, completely exhausted, the smell of sweat and perfume mixing with your dazed senses.

He lets out a deep exhale, and so do you. He's about to say something but you stop him.

"Yeah, I do like it"

"Hm?" he asks confused, equally as tired, breathing into your neck and leaving a little kiss on your collarbone. However reckless he was, he never failed to be soft to you afterwards.

"I like making you mad" you giggle a little between the uneven breaths. And so does he.

"I'm aware"

You turn around to him, giving him one last kiss before you hear a slurring voice at the door.

"So uhh, either someone broke in or y'all fucking"

"Shut the fuck up Satoru"

...

a/n: i yearn to be manhandled by a hot demon curse ... bit of a long one for you sexies, hope you like it baby ahahah i love you

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Sukuna x reader oneshot coming out in an hour....MWAHAHAHA

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gojo x reader

arranged marriage A/N: hi, im super new to tumblr lmao but I hope you guys like it cw: fake marriage, fakeout makeout, teasing, edging, alcohol, giving and receiving head, f!ingering, r!ding, dry hump!ng, smut, 18+

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YOUR BACKSTORY You and Gojo were very close childhood friends back in Jujutsu High, but you had to move away to your clan home to be taught specific cursed techniques, causing you to drift apart. And so did your personalities. Now completely clashing with each other. 

You, the next head of the Kamo clan, was unfortunately the best suitable wife of the head of the Gojo clan. Forced into a marriage with the guy you could not stand to have a regular conversation with, let alone be husband and wife. But it was already done.

Just got married yesterday, and here were the two of you. Newlyweds that couldn't seem to stand each other without it turning into some argument. And of course, they've locked you into a penthouse to figure out one another and have the so-called 'honeymoon'. 

What a joke. 

(**A/N: written in first person!)

...

"Listen, I know you don't want this, and you know damn well I don't Y/N" Gojo says irritated, lazily sitting on the couch with one foot up on the knee of his other leg. He still had his blindfold on, wearing his typical purple suit from Tokyo jujutsu high. Even though I couldn't see it in his eyes, I knew he looked just bored talking about this with me. 

"This is for the good of our clans, isn't it? I think we should think of it that way." He says, trying to convince himself too. 

"You don't gotta love me, but you love your family, right?" He asks. Which sounded more rhetorical than an actual question "This is supposedly to help 'build bonds' within the clans, whatever the fuck that means", he brushes his hands in his pale hair in frustration.

"Why the hell are we involved to help clans build bonds?," I say, equally as aggravated. Walking around in circles in the living room to relieve me.  "What does that even mean?! This is so useless, they just put us into a room, made us sign a document and now we're expected to act like a happily married couple? This is such a joke", I laugh sarcastically. 

"Wow" he says in an unamused tone "That sick of your lawfully wedded husband already huh?" he asks laughing mockingly in my face.

"This is not funny Gojo, think about this carefully," I say "We're fucking married."

I look around the penthouse we're in, which wasn't bad at all. But to be fair, was an investment from two of the big three clans, which wasn't a surprise. However, it felt more like a suffocating prison with Gojo in it. 

"Okay, look" he says sitting formally now. I don't really seem to hear him and keep walking around in circles. "Y/N?" 

Still stomping around in circles. So this is my life now. I'm gonna have to literally have his children for the clan 'bonds'? What kind of stupid dumb shit is that? I don't even know him. Last time I knew him was like 10 years ago. Heck i don't even rememb-

"Y/N" Gojo says putting his hands on my shoulders. I look up at him, to be met with his dark blindfolds, which somehow still made him look intimidating. I was quite tall too, reaching his neck at eye-level. So, it was quite rare to be hovered over by someone so...big. He shakes my shoulders a bit to wake me up from my daydreams. 

What the hell was that? Wow one day with this guy and you're admiring him? Stand up. I say to myself

"Yes" I finally respond. 

"This is our duty being in the clans. We have to do this for their sake, I don't know the real plan they've got but apparently this-" he signals between the both us "-is supposed to help. Alot" he sighs "Unfortunately"

"We don't even know each other" I protest.

"Oh c'mon Y/N" he says with a slight smirk in his face, then bending down his face to meet me at eye level "We know each other. Miss Pickles". Oh my god. I haven't heard that in ages. 

"No way you brought that back," I huff and walk away. Back in school, I used to be a bit...bossy, so they started calling me miss. I honestly have no idea where the pickles came from. And yes we were friends back in Jujutsu High. "Should've left that back when we were 15"

"I'll never forget that nickname" he says holding back his insane laughter.

"Not funny," I say crossing my arms "This is a serious matter, I mean we're actually married Gojo"

"Look since we can't do anything about it" he says "Might as well make the most of it or something, let's not be difficult like our lovely clan members".  It's not just that, but apparently we have to act like we're happy to be married for the elders of the clan. Even. Better.

"And what are we gonna have to do about the elders huh?" i ask 

"Acting skills gotta be top tier" He says smiling, like this is now fun for him "Gotta pretend to be my happy wife"

"And you gotta act happy too" I say

"Don't worry about me, oh I got this" he says "It could even be, I don't know...exciting"

"Exciting?" I ask concerned "How the hell is this exciting?"

"Acting like we're in loooveee, all that fake dating crappy trope they got in the movies" he says playfully "you know, those movies where they have to-"

"Yeah i know what movies, Gojo" I say rolling my eyes at him.  "...But Isn't marriage supposed to be slow? how do u feel about it?" i looked at him, busy fixing the buttons on his shirt. "Do u even want to be married to me?" I almost laughed. He probably thinks I'm an overstimulated overwhelmed question master.

He tilts his head to the side, eyeing me curiously. "Slow? Marriage? Since when have things ever been slow in this world Y/N?" a pause; a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips "Let's just put on a good show tonight alright?, We can come back home and act however we wanna." he says clenching his jaw.

"Right, a good show" I say, shaking my head into focus "Yeah let's do this, see you at 7pm I'm going to my room". Thank god we have two rooms. Right when I'm about to walk away I hear.

"Hey Y/N?" he calls out

"Yeah?" I lean against the doorframe to my room.

"I know it's just a contract but," he looks down, takes a second, then looks back at me "I wouldn't have wanted anyone else from the clans". My breath hitches in my throat as I look at him, his hands in his pocket, like what he said was so easy. Just regular words coming out his mouth. 

"Yeah, same." I say walking back into the room, and leaning my back to the door. Just do your best tonight. I tell myself.

...

"Oh." I whisper looking at myself in the mirror. I had ironed my hair that reached to my waist and applied some soft glam makeup on my tan face, putting on some light gold hoops and bracelets. But that wasn't what shocked me.

This dress is not suitable for a clan meeting. 

It's a beautiful silk black dress with a heart-shaped neckline and spaghetti straps that lead all the way till the small of my back to be tied into a corset like structure.  Yes, backless. It was long, and stopped right at my feet, capturing my figure comfortability, but also daringly. Why on earth was this the only dress in my suitcase. Just to make it better, of course it has a slit all the way till my thigh. 

Scars from my training showed up a bit on my back with cuts on the bottom of my legs too. I lightly graze it, thinking about whether it ruined the outfit or not. Nevermind that, I can't face the elders like this. 

Maybe I should just ask Gojo. 

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. God this feels like High school all over again, he's gonna think I look funny. 

I hear slight clutter outside with Gojo of course not being on time, and rushing to put on his suit and spray on his perfume. I take one last look in the mirror, taking in a deep breath.

I go out the bathroom, and call out to him 

"Okay I'm done! do i look okay?" I ask genuinely, putting my hands behind my back and gushing up every bit of confidence in me. 

He was trying to fix his tie, waiting in the living room wearing a dark grey suit that definitely costed more than the couch. He was wearing his dark sunglasses to suit the outfit, his pale hair falling graciously on his face. He somehow looked taller with the freshly ironed suit on. He looked like a...man. He then looked up at me.

"I'm sure you look fine let's jus-"

He looks me up and down and stops what he's doing immediately. He silently stares for a good 10 seconds before he looks back up, shakes himself out of his daze, and composes himself. 

"Yeah, you look okay" he says clearing his throat, going back to fixing his tie. Okay, I didn't think it was gonna be that bad of a reaction. 

"Ugh," he mutters to himself struggling with the piece of cloth. 

"Oh my god, just let me do that," i walk up to him, fixing the tie on him. I could feel his gaze almost burn holes into my head as I fixed it, adjusting it to be just right. I place my hands on the finished product, proud of my work. 

"See, all done" I say softly looking back at him. What was this expression? He looked at me with such curiosity, switching his gaze from one eye to another, furrowing his brows. 

I'd never seen him this up-close. He's really grown up to be a man wow. From acting like a dumb little kid back in High school, he's actually grown. Looking up at him like this felt almost surreal from when we were 15. I could smell the faint dash of Dior perfume he had on and the heat radiating off his body to me. I noticed he turned off his limitless technique to fix his tie, so I really had never been this close to him. It was different. There was a type of tension I just can't bear. The lingering heat between us. The short and unsteady breaths. Almost like nothing but everything was in the room. 

I could see the slow up and downs of his chest, as he moved closer and closer to me. I couldn't help but lean in too. I look up at him to meet the little peek of his glowing light blue eyes. It sent shivers down my spine every single time. It used to be scary when we were kids I'll admit, but right now, they were the most mesmerising blue orbs to look at. And his demeanor, The way he's looking at me like I'm the only thing on this earth, the way he looks so good-

What the fuck is going on. 

I realize how I'm stood so close, and look down backing up a few steps. The skin on my face feels like it's going to burn off.  "We're getting late, we should head out" I barely manage to say.

"Yeah" he breathes out, hesitating.

All of a sudden, we're awkward now. One interaction. How does that happen? What the hell was that?

...

He parked at one of the available car slots near the huge hall in front of us. I could see a small stage with around ten tables, beautifully decorated. The faint yellow lights peering through the tinted car glass in front of us.

It was the most quiet ride here. Not a single word exchanged. Just complete deafening silence till we got here. We just sat there. No one moved.

"Hey Y/N" he finally breaks the pin-drop silence. I turn to him.

"We just have to act like this for one night," he says with a more controlled tone, he was serious now "Can you do that for me?" i see a spark in his blue eyes before he adjusts his glasses. I almost missed it for just a second.

"Yeah," I say "I'm doing this for my clan too". He nods, looking at the hall again and taking a deep breath.

"So we just," he moves his hand from the gear and hovers it over mine. It's crazy how I could feel the heat from just there "Need to act married, touchy, lovey, all that". I look at the ring on his left hand hovering over mine. Then look at mine. I take one deep breath too, and take his hand, never meeting his eyes.

"Let's do this. It can't be that hard". I can do this.

...

I can't do this.

Walking in holding hands was nothing for me. Hell, even when we sat together insanely close to the point I could feel his breath on my neck, it didn't bother me. But now it's turned into a game of who can make the other give up. I don't know how this even started. Back in high school, of course we made everything a competition. But THIS. This was something.

The acting was a game. And my, were we fucking competitive.

"Hey" he says with his annoyingly smooth fucking voice "I missed you, baby" he says as he sits down, sliding his hand from my shoulder to the small of my back.

Oh my god. This is not the Gojo I knew.

I hate how the word baby so smoothly rolls of his tongue.

Every touch from him was so warm, giving me goosebumps from my neck all the way down to my spine. And his lips were so soft against my cheeks, so gentle. So loving, it was almost believable. He decided to leave his hand on my back too. Of course, all caring husbands love doing that huh. With all the eyes on us, we couldn't even have a singular conversation to ourselves. We were being watched like owls, whispers and gossip filling the whole room about us. With the elders more pleased than ever, they were getting more and more drunk by the night. Of course, one of them from Gojo's clan picked up a mic to start talking about everything but what the meeting was for. Amidst the mess happening up on stage, I could feel Gojo's hand slowly moving up and down, playing with the straps carelessly every now and then.

"Gojo!" I hear a familar voice walking towards us with short brown hair and a cigarette in her mouth as usual. Shoko was wearing a light pink business casual dress fitting her silhouette, with light silver hoops. I knew Shoko from high school as well, but we never got to speak much since we weren't in the same class. But she taught us more about RCT than anyone else. And of course, the entire clan brainwashed everyone to think me and Gojo met a year ago and were in love before getting married.

She plops down right next to me, with a sly smile on her face. This is the most excited I've ever seen her been, it's almost uncanny.

"So wifey must be happy with the most powerful sorcerer in the world huh?" She says teasingly.

"Very happy" he says, giving me a light kiss on the cheek. His lips were so soft against my skin, it almost felt like a marshmellow. I gave Shoko the giddiest smile I could.

"I wanna see a real kiss," She pouts.

I look over at Gojo, inches away from my face, and I see his eyes dart to my lips just for a second.

"I don't think we need to do that, Shoko" he says, his jaw clenching, maintaining eye-contact with me.

"Yeah, Satoru over here is really shy when it comes to PDA" I frown sarcastically at him. I place a hand on his chest and look back to Shoko, finally leaving his hypnotising eyes. I hate to admit it, but he's got the eyes of an angel.

"C'mon" Shoko says almost a bit too loud "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

The rest of the clan members across the table also start to chant. This looked insane to me considering half the people on this table are above the age of 30. I felt like I was back at Jujutsu High again. We absolutely can't do this. What kind of immature behaviour is this?-

A warm hand on my cheek distracted me from my thoughts. He turns my head to him, one knuckle resting under my chin.

"Let's just fucking get this over with" he whispers so only I can hear, with the fakest smile on his face. He moves closer, his nose basically touching mine. He takes a slow deep breath, his minty breath blowing a bit of my hair back. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and rests his hand on my cheek. For someone acting, he was doing a damn good job looking romantic. Fuck, he was winning.

I placed my hand over his cheek, and kissed him before he could lean in. Just a peck. It wasn't even two seconds. The moment I pulled away, he looks at me, and does a light chuckle. I was so flustered, I think he could hear me gulp down my nervousness.

"Oh, what was that?" Shoko says "Give us a real married kiss"

I see a glass of champagne on my table, which I immediately take as I nervously laugh at Shoko's comment. Chugging it down, before looking at Gojo again, who was just admiring me. Except I knew he wasn't admiring me, he just liked how he was doing a better job. Mustering up every bit of confidence I had, I hear the chanting dissapear slowly, as I hold his face, and kiss him. 

Both of us were stuck there for a second, not knowing if we should give in. If we should melt. More scared that we'd like it, than acting at this point. But we both do. At the same time. I could feel him smile against my lips as we kissed for a while. His lips moved from the top, to the bottom of my lip. He took his time, taking the lead easily. Just when it was getting good, I hear Shoko.

"Now that was a real kiss!" she says clapping like it was some great performance. We instantly break, none of us moving any of our limbs. Just there. But I decide to clasp my hands together, and look to the giddy girl beside us.

"Yes it was," I say, and see her slowly getting up with yet another cigarette.

"I'll see you two lovebirds around, don't go missing now!" she says patting our shoulders and leaving. We chuckle, and look at each other again. I dont know how but this has led to even more fucking tension. It was the type to make you feel like your mouth was completely dry, your pulse was the only thing you could hear, body heated up, not a single thought besides unholy ones. Only one phrase could very clearly describe the both of us.

Turned on.

I can't forget how he was taking the lead this whole time. Making me look like I couldn't do the same to him. I sat straight composing myself.

"You're quite the kisser," I whisper, moving my hand to his thigh and rubbing my thumb slowly across. I look at him, smiling softly, slowly and surely moving my hand up. I could see his stature slowly disintegrating as he stiffed up. He looked down at my hand, not rejecting nor accepting it. His ears flushing into a light red, and the hand on my back sliding up slowly. His lips parted slowly, and eyebrows raised a bit in shock of my behaviour. His breath hitched when I stopped right at his crotch, and I gave him the slyest smile ever as he met my eyes. I leaned into his ear.

"You wish" I whisper.

Smiling ever so elegantly right after, clapping at the speech being made by the elder. I could hear him scoff and clap alongside me, the cold air hitting my back from the absence of his hand.

I walked straight to the drinks bar to get more. Dim blue lights filled the room, with light jazz playing in the background. I could barely see in here. The bartender was missing, so I rang the bell, patiently waiting and fiddling with my fingers. I couldn't help but think about his reaction. Did he...like it? Why was he actually thinking about it? Why was...I thinking about it? His touch, his reaction. The kiss. How we look at each other.

I...liked it.

This was all an act. A game. I try to convince myself.

My 'win' was short-lived when I felt hands come around waist again, slowly slipping into the waist opening of my dress. I knew it was him from the way he felt on me. He rested his hand there and moved his face close to my ear.

"Are you here to be a sore los-"

He kisses my shoulder.

Then my neck. My collarbone. My cheek. Soft. Slow. Controlled. Gentle kisses. Oh my god.

His warm breath all over my skin, and him just towering me. I could feel his strong build hold me as I lost a bit of my composure. Just from my back, I felt his muscles through the suit. The hands, the kisses. I was in a haze. I felt him stop, almost asking for permission to continue.

And I didn't move an inch. 

He moves his stupid lips to my temple, then my cheek, taking his sweet fucking time.

I want to say something. Anything. But it just felt. So. Good.

Training almost every hour of every day. I never had time for anything. No time for myself. Not a moment of comfort. Not even a single interaction, let alone stress relief.

Feeling this. Feeling him. His simple kisses.

It was euphoric.

He moves his kisses down to my neck again, moving closer and shifting his hands to my hips to hold my stance. I could slightly feel his arousal right below the small of my back. His hands covered basically my entire hip, and he was doing these slow maddening circles with his thumbs on my back, along with the slow maddening kisses on my neck. I put my hands on the counter of the bar, closing my eyes. I couldn't help but lean my head to the side and give him better access.

And he just kept going. At this point, not a single thought about 'acting' or our agreement crossed my mind. My thoughts were completely clouded with how his skin was on my skin.

"Fuck's sake" I couldn't contain myself. He kisses my ear and gently bites my earlobe, earning a loud sigh from me. I could just feel his fucking smirk on my skin, as he sucks on the sensitive part of my neck. His tongue circled the spot he was on, as he moves my hips closer to him, and I put my hands in his hair. He lets out a small moan as i grabbed onto a handful of hair, guiding him. The warmth between my thighs increasing the more he touched me and sucked my neck in the right spot.

Fuck, he knows what he's doing.

Right when his other hand was moving up, we hear the door behind the bar open.

He moves swiftly to my left, acting like absolutely nothing happened, leaving a cold breeze on my back.

"So sorry, my break just finished" The bartender says as he steps up to the table "What can I get for you and the lovely lady, sir?"

"Just two neat whiskeys are good, thanks" he says with a neutral tone in his voice. He turns to look at me, his glasses gone, messy hair, and glowing blue orbs looking at me with a smirk I wanna wipe out his face.

I'm still in absolute shock, standing right behind the counter, taking slow breaths to try and show that it didn't turn me on more in any way.

God, it did.

He wasn't doing a very good job holding his form either. His hair was messy from the side - proof of my hand. He was breathing in heavy through his nose and licking his lips. The top buttons of his white shirt undone, and not a clue where his blazer was. Even though the lights were dim, i just knew his face was flushed red. One hand to his hip, and the other leaned on the counter. The smell of his perfume lingered on me, and light wetness still quite damp on my neck.

"You were saying?" he sarcastically asks "Sore loser right?"

My gaze never left his while I could hear the bartender pouring liquid gold into two cups. Catching our breaths. Looking like this at each other. A type of tension no years of training could cut. It's almost like we both knew what we wanted, but we were too stubborn to admit it. 

...

We get back home, and he opens the car door for me so casually. I stand up, closing the door behind me quite angrily with how we didn't speak a word in the car again. This time, because of the dumb smile on his face the whole time while he giggled most of the time here and there. Clearly because he acted better than me, and I fell for it.  So I crossed my arms and stayed silent the whole time, not daring to a say a word. 

But internally, my heart was racing at the speed of light and everything was driving me crazy. The way he held himself, how he kissed me so gently at the bar, how he felt on me, his eyes, the way his breath hitched when he inched close to me. I wasn't even forming rational thoughts. The whole car ride was an excruciating 15 minutes of fantasies running in my head with the cause sitting right next to me. 

The alcohol in me wasn't helping my case either. I walk to the elevator pressing the button and leaning towards it, the buzz still making me feel a bit light. I hear his slow footsteps towards me waiting to say something but the doors open.

Dim yellow lights lit up the fancy elevator. It didn't have a mirror. Just four walls of judgement. 

I leaned against the opposite door to Gojo, crossing my arms, feeling a strap of my dress fall slightly to my arm. I didn't pay notice to it, but he sure did. His shirt was all wrinkled up from the party, couple of buttons undressed, glasses nowhere to be seen, and hair messily covering his forehead. His broad shoulders making the shirt look like it did a bad job in proportions. He crossed his arms too, and his visibly strong forearms drove me mad, with veins from his hands fading into his shirt.

I can't help but imagine what he looked like under that shirt. 

I can't help but imagine what he would feel like.

What his hands would be like on me. 

How he would feel like. 

...

I can't do this anymore.

I walked up slow to him. Moving close enough for my breath to be close to his lips. But not kissing him yet. Maybe I could tease him a bit. See that needy look on his face a bit more. I slowly trace my fingers on the buttons of his shirt, playing with a button near his stomach. Even grazing it, I could feel his abs through the shirt. The air feels electric as I get close, his breath hot against my lips. It's a calculated move, to leave him wanting more.

"Tease." he murmurs, eyes locked on mine. The tension between us is like a tangible thing, the small space of the elevator feeling even smaller with our bodies just barely apart. I touch his face with my other hand. Just when I'm about to lean in, I hear the elevator ding. 

Taking his hand, I guide him to our door. He lets out a low chuckle as I fidget with my purse trying to find the key. 

"You know it's with me?" He says looking at me with his regular smirk.

"Oh really?" I say, reaching my hand in his pocket, our chests touching. His breath hitches, his eyebrows raising a little at my boldness. I pull out the square key clearing the door and throwing my bag to the ground, as I walk backwards to the kitchen. 

He follows right with me, with a dangerous look in his eyes. Like he's enjoying this game more than whatever it was before. I lean against countertop. He checks me out completely, looking down, tracing me, drawing me in his mind and looking up to me. He slowly walks to me. 

Moving closer, he leans against the countertop so he's almost caging me in with his arms on either side. The space between us is almost non-existent now, his eyes roaming over my flushed face and the way the dress clings to me. While he's close, I pick up the wine bottle right next to me.

"You sure you can handle that?" he asks sarcastically.

"Yeah I can, hubby" I say sarcastically. I could feel his gaze all over me, barely hiding how he felt. His arousal clearly showing. 

I put my arms up around his shoulders, moving him closer. then finally, after what felt like ages. I place my lips on his. Kissing him, the taste of alcohol and pent-up tension that should've broken a long time ago. 

The moment my lips meet his, it's like a dam breaks. This wasn't like before. Before the sole purpose was to showcase ourselves. This was for us. 

He doesn't hold back—not the hunger, not the need that's been simmering beneath every smirk, every touch, every stolen glance. His hands slide from the counter to my waist—pulling me flush against him with a quiet sigh. The kiss deepens instantly, hungry and demanding. His tongue brushes mine as he tastes champagne and defiance. Finally. 

"Y/N?" he mutters between heated kisses. 

"Yeah?" I'm barely catching my breath. 

"You know I'm holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don't push your luck." he says kissing me. I look at him in shock and lust.

"Please, let me be yours for the night," kisses me again "I just want you. I need you". That did it for me. 

I brush my fingers across the back of his pale hair. I smile and nod at him. 

And that was more than enough for him. 

Grips tighten on my hips as he backs me against the counter—the wine forgotten, this isn't acting anymore. I can feel him against the heat between my legs. I slowly grind against him, as he feels me all around my back, leading to my ass. 

I can feel a strap of my dress slowly fall of my shoulder as we kiss. 

Hungry. Passionate. Lustful. 

I move my hands from his shoulders to the back of his head, lightly grabbing onto his hair to pull him closer. Almost like i didn't want any distance. I lightly move my tongue to his, rolling my body onto him. 

"Lift me onto the counter" i say in almost a whimpering tone. He breaks the kiss just long enough to smirk—dark, possessive, pupils blown wide with lust—before gripping my waist and lifting me effortlessly onto the counter. The clink of wine glasses doesn't stop him. Nothing would.

He pins me between his arms, mouth crashing back onto mine like he's been starving for this. My legs instinctively wrap around his hips, pulling him closer as he grinds against me —slow, deliberate—the heat between me unbearable now.

"You want me here?" he mutters into my lips, biting down my bottom lip before kissing it better, "On the kitchen counter? After all that?"

"I don't fucking care where, Satoru" I barely say 

He looks at me with surprise, then biting his own lip and chuckling at me. His hands slide up my thigh under the dress, while he kisses me further, now full of whimpers and tongues. His touch, it makes my breaths come faster, my pulse quicken under my lips. The whimper that escapes him when I nibbled his ear is almost a warning. His fingers digging into the smooth skin of my inner thighs now—painfully slow as they slide further up under my dress. He groans as I whisper against his ear, voice low and thick with need.

"I want... more." he says. I look at his tie somehow still in place, slowly unravelling it and taking it off. He watches me through hooded eyes, the faintest tremor in his jaw as I take off his tie, without responding, - like it's some kind of punishment. But he doesn't stop me as my fingers work at his tie—slowly peeling it away. When it drops to the floor, he leans down until his lips hover over mine - not kissing, just yet. 

My hands still on his shirt, I can feel the hard planes of his body through it. With his signature smirk, he reaches for the back of the collar of his shirt. He takes it off in one swift movement, throwing it across the counter without taking his eyes off me. I stare at the sight before me. his rock hard abs so defined. He was so lean and defined, i took the view all in. I couldn't resist but touch him, moving my hands up and down his bare skin. 

I wrap my legs around him as I kiss his chest, then shoulder and lips all over again. Sliding his hands down to the corset strings of my dress, he slowly unravels it, dropping completely to my hips. My black bra revealing itself to him. His hands trail up my hips - slow and possessive.

"Sleep in my room tonight" he says more of a demand than a question. 

"Take me there then" I say, my arms still around his shoulders. He lifts me up like I weigh nothing taking me to his room. We stumble across a few walls leading to messy kisses pinned up against it. Just impatience and lust. 

Once we got to his room, he sat down on the bed. I straddles him, my knees on either side, putting my weight onto him, and it didn't bother him at all. He lets me take control. The second my hips settle on his lap, he smirks against the kiss, hands instinctively gripping my thighs like he's trying to restrain himself. I grind against him slowly over his jeans, feeling his hardness on my now wet underwear. 

One hand slides up my spine—slow, deliberate—the other tangles in my hair as he pulls back just enough to look at me. His flushed face, the way his breath stops with each aggressive grind on him. 

"Ride me just like that," He whispers, voice low and rough with need. He tilts his head up, capturing my lips again. I hold his shoulder for support as I keep going, his hardness rubbing against my clit, earning messy whimpers from me. Fingers gripping my hips tighter as I grinded. His entire body's on edge—hot and aching—with me on top of him like this.

I take off his belt. Slow. Kissing him all over again. His breath catches as my hands move to his belt, his eyes locked on mine—hot, almost feral with need as I start undoing the buckle. His entire body's tense, like he's holding onto the last thread of his control. Suddenly, his hand's grabbing the back of my neck, pulling me down as he captures my lips in a possessive, searing kiss. Whines and moans leaving our lips with every kiss.

I shivered under his touch. I moved his hand to my underwear, whimpering under his touch. My mind was a haze, and all I wanted was him. He smirks against my lips, feeling me tremble under his fingers as he finally gives me what I'd been begging for—pressure, heat, the slow circle of his thumb on my clit driving a whimper from my throat.

"Like that?" he murmurs darkly, voice thick with power and pleasure. He bites down gently on my shoulder again. 

"Just like that" i say going over to kiss him again, putting my tongue in his mouth. His grip tightens on my hips drinking me in, holding me still even as I grind down onto his hand. He was slow and torturous at first before matching the rhythm I was begging for. 

He rolls his hips up slightly against my wetness—the bulge in his jeans pressing insistently. He lets out a low, broken groan at my touch—rough and desperate—as I press my hand over the hard length of him. 

"All of this is for me?" I breathe out. His hips buck slightly into my palm, betraying how much he's been holding back.

"Fuck... yes" his voice is ragged, almost raw as he tilts his head back. I smirk as I unzip his pants and take his length to my hand. I move my hands up and down on him slowly, teasingly. The sight of his head cocked back turning me on even more, which I didn't know was possible. 

His hands slide from my hips up my back, fingers trembling slightly—so uncharacteristic for someone who always has control—and then he grabs handfuls of my hair gently, pulling just enough to feel that spark between pain and pleasure. A ragged moan catching in his throat as I touch him— his grip on me tightens, almost bruising in its intensity. 

I get off his lap, and move to the floor on my knees. Looking up at him, my hand not leaving his length. He looks down at me with the bright blue eyes, now with a dark soul —the confidence from earlier replaced by desire and hunger. The smirk fading, and his jaw tightening. I started with gentle slow licks from the tip to the bottom, and teasing him a little with my tongue on his tip.

I left a kiss on it before I took it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it with slow, and deliberate sucks. A low grunt left his lips as I went deeper, his hands tangling in my hair. He pushed my head down. 

"F-Fuck," he barely breaths out as he guides my head, setting the pace, and I could feel him at the back of my throat, but I didn't care. The sight of him like this. Hearing him pleased with me. That was more than enough to keep me going. 

"You're doing so good, Y/N" I was completely overwhelmed. And I wouldn't have it any other way. I could feel him tense up in my mouth, as he bucked his hips into me. I could see he was about to cum with the loud groans coming from his mouth, my head moving faster on him. I wrapped my hand around at the bottom of his shaft, eventually, he erupted in my mouth with swear words and my name leaving his mouth in moans. 

I swallowed his cum as his hips rutted into my mouth one last time. I sat back onto my thighs, panting and catching my breath. A thin line of spit and cum strung between my lips, only adding to this filthy scene of us. I look at him proudly, taking in the view.

There he was. Face flushed red, as he looked at me with lustful hooded eyes. He lifts my chin with his hand, giving me a deep kiss, before he says against my lips:

"My turn" 

He drops down to the floor with me, kissing me all over again, until I'm laying completely flat. The bed didn't even matter. We weren't thinking straight anyway. 

Hot, messy, ridiculous kisses continued, until he starts laying gentle kisses on the my neck. Then my breasts, dragging his tongue across them, sucking and biting them teasingly. He continues planting kisses down my body until he's at the edge of my underwear, surprised at how they're still on. He hooks his fingers on the edge, looking at me for approval, and I nod, my elbows propping up to really look at him. 

He carefully pulls them down my legs, hovering over me, placing dangerous kisses on my thighs first. He then leads forward, and places a kiss where I need him most. Finally cutting out this teasing, he kisses directly on my clit, sticking out his tongue, and licking and exploring crevices with hunger, then coming back for more to my already sensitive clit. 

"Fuck, do that again" I moan out, seeing the devilish smirk on his face between my legs. He alternates between lapping at my clit, to gently sucking on it, and darting his tongue. Whatever he was doing. It was fucking working. There was a familiar tightening in my stomach, my legs starting to shake, rugged moans getting caught in my throat. 

"If you keep making those sounds I'm not going to be able to stop myself." he says. He holds my thigh, putting it over his shoulders, making direct eye contact at me. But before that could completely set me off, his mouth leaves me completely. 

Before I could protest, he hovers over me, licking his own lips before giving me a sloppy kiss, the taste of me lingering. His other hand wanders to my mouth - his eyes never leaving mine - putting two fingers in my mouth and moving it down, thrusting it in and out of me while biting and sucking on my neck - definitely leaving hickeys on me. The edging he was putting me through was brutal but I loved it.

"Tell me what you want." He demands on my neck. 

"Fuck me" I say without hesitation. "Please" 

His fingers kept on thrusting in me, adding a third sending me into orbit. My climax reaching me faster and faster, but then leaves it again. Closing my eyes to take a breath, I feel myself being lifted to the bed. He places me on the bed and demands.

"Turn around" 

I smirk and do what he says. He hovers over my back to bite my ear and tell me:

"Arch your back for me" he says moving his hands to my ass. Listening to every word he says, I moaned as I felt his length press into me. It was a slow, deep burn as he filled me, his hips flushing against my ass, letting out a low cuss.

He started to move in a slow, torturous rhythm that had me whining out, barely taking him in. It was started off that way, building into reckless thrusts, his grip on my hips tightening, having my whole body shaking. 

"Come for me" he says to me. Moans and cries were all that was leaving my mouth, as I clenched around him, tension snapping, my orgasm finally fucking ripping through me. He followed me over the edge, his hips bucking into me one last time as he came in me. I collapse onto the bed, catching my uncontrolled breath, turning around to see him, his hands on either side of my head doing the same. 

He lightly rests on top of me, the both of us tangled onto each other. He rested his head between my breasts, and I tangled my hand in his hair. We were quiet for a while, just comfortable silence with pants following. He rests his chin, looking at me, then leaving a small final kiss on my lips, and lying down beside me. He tucks my hair behind my ear. After a brief silence I say.

"Can we go again?" 

"Fuck yes"

...

A/N: so um I actually didn't think this would be that long lowkey LMAOO Will do my best to upload more frequently (I have finals kill me) Please lmk what you think about this chapter hehehhe, Love yall

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restaurant teasing (PART 2) requested by @avpgreen (hope u like it bb) part 1 here!

cw: MDNI 18+, nanamixfemale!reader, plot smut, in public, praise, receiving head, riding, unprotected, car sexxx word count: 2k

You grunt in frustration as Nanami retreated his hand from your underwear, now subjected to light breeze under your dress.

The elevator doors opened to the parking lot, which was dim and only had around five cars considering how late it already was. A man who looked like the security guard rushed into the elevator, as Nanami gently took your hand and walked out.

"Aw, is my girl mad at me?" he asks biting his lower lip as he chuckled at you, to which you were vividly pouting at how pleased your boyfriend was with his edged-out girlfriend.

"Let's just go home, Kento" you couldn't help but also laugh out of embarrassment - reminiscing how you acted back at the restaurant.

Nanami couldn't believe how well-composed you were, making sure to not be too obvious, at least up to the point you practically finished before you two left. He was simply in awe at the way you handled it, admiring you as you walked up to the car door waiting for him.

He looked you up and down. Flashbacks of you arching your back and whispering his name in distress filled his mind. He obviously had a difficult time too –

Holding back from fucking his magnificent girlfriend on that restaurant table right then and there.

"Like I said, love" he slowly walked up to you, the sound of his coat shoes echoing through the almost empty car park.

You had to lean against the car door, as he towered over you. His minty breath brushed a strand of hair from your face. He was only inches away, as you fluttered your eyelashes up at him, a light reflection of yourself seen through his glasses. His eyebrows raised up by just a millimeter looking into your eyes.

"Since you listened, being so controlled - yet doing it so...elegantly" it's almost like he was entranced by you as he brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek ever-so gently, then moving it down your neck, your shoulders, and sliding it down your arm, goosebumps following the trail of his skin.

"I think you deserve to be-" he moves his hand down to your waist, then the hem of where your dress ended, lifting it up just a little, causing your skin to touch the cold handle of the car door.

"Rewarded"

He got down to his knees, almost ripping your underwear trying to pull it down.

"Kento!" you gasp, desperately looking around for CCTVs or literally anyone in sight "What if someone sees?!"

The car was relatively out of sight from anyone, considering it was at a corner and behind a large pillar. But it wasn't impossible for someone to look.

"I don't give a fuck" he says, burying himself between your legs as he spread you open with his broad shoulders, holding on to your thighs to keep it that way. Your underwear rested on your ankles, stretching as he spread your legs wider, causing you to completely lean against the car.

"Everyone can watch me please my girl" he says below you, glasses sliding off his nose. You grabbed onto his hair at the shock of his warm tongue lapping on your already wet and sensitive clit, obscene sounds echoing through the car park.

"Wai- babe- oh fuck" was all you could manage to say when he slid two fingers up your quivering cunt, pulsing around his long fingers curving into you. Somehow, the fear that someone might see was actually...exhilarating.

"I needed dessert, anyways" he smirks continiously finger fucking your pussy while he hungrily licked and sucked your clit trying to get every sweet bit of you.

How greedy.

"Please kento-" he was hitting every spot inside you - juices leaking straight onto his tongue. The sensitivity from your bundle of nerves causing you to jerk your hips onto his face, while he hummed in satisfaction - the vibration making you whimper.

"Use your words, baby" he says looking up at you, while his fingers thrusted in you, and his thumb massaged your now swollen clit.

"Just fuck me already" you manage to say clear and concise, your words bouncing off the walls.

Surely anyone in this car park would have heard you utter those words.

Anyone would have heard you moan out Nanami's name before you said so.

Nanami being the anyone that cared - really.

He took one last suck before standing up and catching you in a long kiss, tongues and the taste of you on each others lips. He grabs your waist, pinning you to the car with just his large build, his solid muscles pressing up against you - and so was his jeans.

"Get in the back"

He opened the car door behind you and carefully moved you aside while he continued kissing you to open the door. Nanami always made sure to never even slightly be anything but gentle on a daily basis, whether that was touch or words, treating you like fragile glass - his pretty girl.

Although, sometimes. Just sometimes.

He liked being rough with you. And you loved it.

The whole tension shifted when you got in the back, which was relatively large. You spread your legs instinctively, giving him a show of your pretty needy little pussy. He admired you for a good minute, almost getting on his knees on the floor. But he was way too impatient for that.

He hovered over you, closing the door behind him, kissing you aimlessly.

Quite uncharacteristic for a controlled man like Nanami. A man with schedules planned for an entire year. But all hell broke lose when it came to you. Nothing ever went according to plan.

"I was so impatient" *kiss* "I need you" *kiss* "Wait" *kiss*

He pulls back to look at you. Somehow, nothing he ever planned with you ever went accordingly. Just pure impulse.

Now, Nanami was usually a man who loved missionary. He loved being able to see your pretty face while he jaggedly fucked you till you were crying out his name. But then again. Impulse.

"Get on top of me"

He swiftly grabbed you and moved you onto his lap, like you weighed nothing to him. You almost rip his shirt off, revealing his rock hard abs, glistening from the sweat on his body. You trace your hands across his warm skin and crevices, wetting your fingertips. Admiring how you're hardworking husband at his desk job was somehow so fucking fit.

Your fingers left a trail of fire on him, chest rising up and down. Faster now. So wasting no time, you started unbuckling his belt while you continued to kiss his neck, sucking on it.

"So needy, aren't you sweet girl?"

"Yes" you breath out without thinking. Kissing him, tongues getting involved.

You took off his belt, and took off the straps of your dress. He held onto your waist for dear life as he immediately started kissing your tits, then biting on your already hard nipples, causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure. He groped you as he sucked it, basically making out with your tits. One at a time.

"Fuck, you really make me lose it Y/N"

His hands glided all over your back while he did so, holding you still. You grabbed onto his hair, as he continued agonisingly teasing you, causing you to ride on his clothed dick.

"You're so beautiful baby," he met your eyes again, pupils completely dilated "I need you so bad”

He quickly took of the buttons of his pants. Your eyes trail down his evident v-line leading to his veiny impatient cock springing out his jeans, already slick with pre cum. You lifted your hips, your tits landing on his face to which he audibly moaned as you held his dick, teasing his tip at your entrance, cusses leaving each other's mouth.

He moves his hand down, thumb rubbing your plump clit, as his cock pushes inside you. You held onto his shoulders and moan at his length.

"I know baby, I know"

His head is buried in your neck as he whimpers slightly at how you felt around him. You gasp as he wasted no time moving his hips upwards to fill more of you, stretching your walls and molding to his size.

"F- Fuck, so tight" he groans "You're taking it so well for me"

You start riding your hips slow at first, his tip hitting just the right sweet spot in you, pressing against your cervix.

His cock twitches inside you as you started gaining momentum, riding him as your nails dig into the skin on his shoulders. Your knees were on the leather of the car seat, slipping to the sweat - but Nanami held you steady - with quivering hands.

His cock throbbed hard in you as you continued riding him in circles now, while his thumb never left your clit, rubbing maddening circles himself. Your tits were rubbing against his shoulders as now grabbed his face, causing him to look at you.

"Just like that-, please" he mutters.

The windows were already starting to fog at the sheer heat building up between the two of you. Your hips started moving on it's own, your walls fluttering around him and your back arching, as he collected your moans in his mouth.

He always had the habit of burying his head in your shoulders when he was about to cum, biting your shoulder as you grabbed onto his hair, saying your name - along with a low groan of a good girl every time you rode him with more force, of course.

You're practically bouncing on him now, the wet slap of skin to skin filling the space of the empty car - which was definitely shaking. He rode his own hips up, hitting you in spots unknown to you.

You thought he couldn't go deeper. But he did.

"Kent- Kento- oh my god-"

He really knew how to fuck you.

You clench around him along with a soul-ripping moan, your head cocked back almost in a daze, as your thighs trembled beneath you, reaching your climax. He grunted the more your hips slammed into each other, thrusting into you with each one more rough than the other.

"Keep making those pretty sounds" he breathes into your neck, sucking it now - definitely leaving another hickey you needed to cover.

His fingers started massaging your clit with force now, causing your bundle of nerves to become more plump as you felt your lower stomach tighten around him.

"Fuck- I'm gon- gonna cum" you somehow manage to say as you grip around him tighter, hips ramming harder. You felt him pulsing in you, holding on to your thighs to keep the jagged rhythm between the two of you.

Repetitions of cusses and moans continued as you both met your climax, a harsh slam into each other as you rode your hips onto him one last time. Your whole body shuddered as long ropes of cum spilled into your throbbing cunt, leaking down your inner thighs.

The both of you were catching your breath, drops falling on the windows from condensation - you could almost see steam leaving each others bodies. You stayed on his lap as his cock twitched inside you.

He tucked your hair behind both ears, holding onto your neck and kissing your lips ever-so gently, you almost didn't feel it.

"I love you" he says, thumb grazing your jaw.

"I love you too baby" you say, kissing him again.

"Hmm, maybe we could make this a regular thing" you say teasingly. He chuckles at your remark, biting his lower lip thinking about it for a while.

"If only I didn't rip it honey" he says, looking at the now shredded underwear on the floor, the both of you laughing.

He drove you home, ending the night in back at his place as usual.

And yes.

It did become a regular thing.

...

a/n: nanami would 100% talk you through it. also let me know what u think my sexies, i love yall

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hello my sexies, which jjk man do we wanna be a slut for this week?

Gojo

Choso

Sukuna

Voting ended onMay 25

(i’m ovulating and it’s turned into motivation somehow)

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MASTERLIST ★★★

★JJK X READER★

GOJO ★ arranged marriage

HIGURAMA★ "keep it professional" "come to class on time" "sit on my face"

NANAMI★ restaurant teasing (PART 1) restaurant teasing (PART 2)

HIGURAMA AND NANAMI★ "truth or dare?"

CHOSO★ "how can i make it up to you?"

SUKUNA ★ jealousy, jealousy

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★ATLA X READER ★

ZUKO★ training session

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restaurant teasing (PART 2) requested by @avpgreen (hope u like it bb) part 1 here!

cw: MDNI 18+, nanamixfemale!reader, plot smut, in public, praise, receiving head, riding, unprotected, car sexxx word count: 2k

You grunt in frustration as Nanami retreated his hand from your underwear, now subjected to light breeze under your dress.

The elevator doors opened to the parking lot, which was dim and only had around five cars considering how late it already was. A man who looked like the security guard rushed into the elevator, as Nanami gently took your hand and walked out.

"Aw, is my girl mad at me?" he asks biting his lower lip as he chuckled at you, to which you were vividly pouting at how pleased your boyfriend was with his edged-out girlfriend.

"Let's just go home, Kento" you couldn't help but also laugh out of embarrassment - reminiscing how you acted back at the restaurant.

Nanami couldn't believe how well-composed you were, making sure to not be too obvious, at least up to the point you practically finished before you two left. He was simply in awe at the way you handled it, admiring you as you walked up to the car door waiting for him.

He looked you up and down. Flashbacks of you arching your back and whispering his name in distress filled his mind. He obviously had a difficult time too –

Holding back from fucking his magnificent girlfriend on that restaurant table right then and there.

"Like I said, love" he slowly walked up to you, the sound of his coat shoes echoing through the almost empty car park.

You had to lean against the car door, as he towered over you. His minty breath brushed a strand of hair from your face. He was only inches away, as you fluttered your eyelashes up at him, a light reflection of yourself seen through his glasses. His eyebrows raised up by just a millimeter looking into your eyes.

"Since you listened, being so controlled - yet doing it so...elegantly" it's almost like he was entranced by you as he brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek ever-so gently, then moving it down your neck, your shoulders, and sliding it down your arm, goosebumps following the trail of his skin.

"I think you deserve to be-" he moves his hand down to your waist, then the hem of where your dress ended, lifting it up just a little, causing your skin to touch the cold handle of the car door.

"Rewarded"

He got down to his knees, almost ripping your underwear trying to pull it down.

"Kento!" you gasp, desperately looking around for CCTVs or literally anyone in sight "What if someone sees?!"

The car was relatively out of sight from anyone, considering it was at a corner and behind a large pillar. But it wasn't impossible for someone to look.

"I don't give a fuck" he says, burying himself between your legs as he spread you open with his broad shoulders, holding on to your thighs to keep it that way. Your underwear rested on your ankles, stretching as he spread your legs wider, causing you to completely lean against the car.

"Everyone can watch me please my girl" he says below you, glasses sliding off his nose. You grabbed onto his hair at the shock of his warm tongue lapping on your already wet and sensitive clit, obscene sounds echoing through the car park.

"Wai- babe- oh fuck" was all you could manage to say when he slid two fingers up your quivering cunt, pulsing around his long fingers curving into you. Somehow, the fear that someone might see was actually...exhilarating.

"I needed dessert, anyways" he smirks continiously finger fucking your pussy while he hungrily licked and sucked your clit trying to get every sweet bit of you.

How greedy.

"Please kento-" he was hitting every spot inside you - juices leaking straight onto his tongue. The sensitivity from your bundle of nerves causing you to jerk your hips onto his face, while he hummed in satisfaction - the vibration making you whimper.

"Use your words, baby" he says looking up at you, while his fingers thrusted in you, and his thumb massaged your now swollen clit.

"Just fuck me already" you manage to say clear and concise, your words bouncing off the walls.

Surely anyone in this car park would have heard you utter those words.

Anyone would have heard you moan his name before you said so.

Him being the anyone that cared - really.

He took one last suck before standing up and catching you in a long kiss, tongues and the taste of you on each others lips. He grabs your waist, pinning you to the car with just his large build, his solid muscles pressing up against you - and so was his jeans.

"Get in the back"

He opened the car door behind you and carefully moved you aside while he continued kissing you to open the door. Nanami always made sure to never even slightly be anything but gentle on a daily basis, whether that was touch or words, treating you like fragile glass - his pretty girl.

Although, sometimes. Just sometimes.

He liked being rough with you. And you loved it.

The whole tension shifted when you got in the back, which was relatively large. You spread your legs instinctively, giving him a show of your pretty needy little pussy. He admired you for a good minute, almost getting on his knees on the floor. But he was way too impatient for that.

He hovered over you, closing the door behind him, kissing you aimlessly.

Quite uncharacteristic for a controlled man like Nanami. A man with schedules planned for an entire year. But all hell broke lose when it came to you. Nothing ever went according to plan.

"I was so impatient" *kiss* "I need you" *kiss* "Wait" *kiss*

He pulls back to look at you. Somehow, nothing he ever planned with you ever went accordingly. Just pure impulse.

Now, Nanami was usually a man who loved missionary. He loved being able to see your pretty face while he jaggedly fucked you till you were crying out his name. But then again. Impulse.

"Get on top of me"

He swiftly grabbed you and moved you onto his lap, like you weighed nothing to him. You almost rip his shirt off, revealing his rock hard abs, glistening from the sweat on his body. You trace your hands across his warm skin and crevices, wetting your fingertips. Admiring how you're hardworking husband at his desk job was somehow so fucking fit.

Your fingers left a trail of fire on him, chest rising up and down. Faster now. So wasting no time, you started unbuckling his belt while you continued to kiss his neck, sucking on it.

"So needy, aren't you sweet girl?"

"Yes" you breath out without thinking. Kissing him, tongues getting involved.

You took off his belt, and took off the straps of your dress. He held onto your waist for dear life as he immediately started kissing your tits, then biting on your already hard nipples, causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure. He groped you as he sucked it, basically making out with your tits. One at a time.

"Fuck, you really make me lose it Y/N"

His hands glided all over your back while he did so, holding you still. You grabbed onto his hair, as he continued agonisingly teasing you, causing you to ride on his clothed dick.

"You're so beautiful baby," he met your eyes again, pupils completely dilated "I need you so bad”

He quickly took of the buttons of his pants. Your eyes trail down his evident v-line leading to his veiny impatient cock springing out his jeans, already slick with pre cum. You lifted your hips, your tits landing on his face to which he audibly moaned as you held his dick, teasing his tip at your entrance, cusses leaving each other's mouth.

He moves his hand down, thumb rubbing your plump clit, as his cock pushes inside you. You held onto his shoulders and moan at his length.

"I know baby, I know"

His head is buried in your neck as he whimpers slightly at how you felt around him. You gasp as he wasted no time moving his hips upwards to fill more of you, stretching your walls and molding to his size.

"F- Fuck, so tight" he groans "You're taking it so well for me"

You start riding your hips slow at first, his tip hitting just the right sweet spot in you, pressing against your cervix.

His cock twitches inside you as you started gaining momentum, riding him as your nails dig into the skin on his shoulders. Your knees were on the leather of the car seat, slipping to the sweat - but Nanami held you steady - with quivering hands.

His cock throbbed hard in you as you continued riding him in circles now, while his thumb never left your clit, rubbing maddening circles himself. Your tits were rubbing against his shoulders as now grabbed his face, causing him to look at you.

"Just like that-, please" he mutters.

The windows were already starting to fog at the sheer heat building up between the two of you. Your hips started moving on it's own, your walls fluttering around him and your back arching, as he collected your moans in his mouth.

He always had the habit of burying his head in your shoulders when he was about to cum, biting your shoulder as you grabbed onto his hair, saying your name - along with a low groan of a good girl every time you rode him with more force, of course.

You're practically bouncing on him now, the wet slap of skin to skin filling the space of the empty car - which was definitely shaking. He rode his own hips up, hitting you in spots unknown to you.

You thought he couldn't go deeper. But he did.

"Kent- Kento- oh my god-"

He really knew how to fuck.

You clench around him along with a soul-ripping moan, your head cocked back almost in a daze, as your thighs trembled beneath you, reaching your climax. He grunted the more your hips slammed into each other, thrusting into you with each one more rough than the other.

"Keep making those pretty sounds" he breathes into your neck, sucking it now - definitely leaving another hickey you needed to cover.

His fingers started massaging your clit with force now, causing your bundle of nerves to become more plump as you felt your lower stomach tighten around him.

"Fuck- I'm gon- gonna cum" you somehow manage to say as you grip around him tighter, hips ramming harder. You felt him pulsing in you, holding on to your thighs to keep the jagged rhythm between the two of you.

Repetitions of cusses and moans continued as you both met your climax, a harsh slam into each other as you rode your hips onto him one last time. Your whole body shuddered as long ropes of cum spilled into your throbbing cunt, leaking down your inner thighs.

The both of you were catching your breath, drops falling on the windows from condensation - you could almost see steam leaving each others bodies. You stayed on his lap as his cock twitched inside you.

He tucked your hair behind both ears, holding onto your neck and kissing your lips ever-so gently, you almost didn't feel it.

"I love you" he says, thumb grazing your jaw.

"I love you too baby" you say, kissing him again.

"Hmm, maybe we could make this a regular thing" you say teasingly. He chuckles at your remark, biting his lower lip thinking about it for a while.

"If only I didn't rip it honey" he says, looking at the now shredded underwear on the floor, the both of you laughing.

He drove you home, ending the night in back at his place as usual.

And yes.

It did become a regular thing.

...

a/n: nanami would 100% talk you through it. also let me know what u think my sexies, i love yall

[megansmoaning]

higurama x reader

"come to class on time"

cw: mdni 18+, higurama!femalereader, marrried to him, roleplay, professor x student (kinda?), teasingggg, f!ngering, spank!ng, smut obv lmaoo

word count: 1.9k

...

Higurama was a law professor for a well-known university, teaching at an important lecture today. You decided to dress up as a student and walk into this class. You looked pretty convincing, and no one suspected you, considering this was a big university, you were able to sneak in.

And since you were a lawyer too, you knew you could fit right in.

You and Higurama had discussed about doing something like this. But you just didn't tell him when you would. The both of you were always so busy and never had the time to have fun like you used to. So this would definitely bring back memories.

You walked into the class, a few minutes late from the actual class.

"Sorry sir, got stuck in traffic" you say walking in, holding a few books.

His hands were in his pockets mid-explaining contract law when he stopped talking all together.

He was completely in shock.

His already big eyes, widening as you walked in. He blinked a bit too hard. He thought he was dreaming. But checking you out, before smirking – he was surprisingly pleased with your boldness.

Not even a hint occurred to him that you'd be doing this when you kissed him bye in the morning. He was impressed.

"Please come to class on time," he says playing along, signalling to a chair in the back of the class. He was on edge, but he liked the challenge; having to focus on teaching, while his wife was in the room.

"As I was saying," he adjusts his glasses, trying to control the smile on his face – he was quite nervous too, seeing you like this seemed to oddly turn him on.

As he continued explaining, every now and then, you would make it more difficult for him to ignore you.

You'd answer almost all the questions he asked, raising your hand not losing eye contact with him throughout the entire class. Sitting at the back of the class was just an added advantage for you.

And he couldn't seem to look away either; with the way you were biting your pencil, nodding mockingly, unbuttoning the top button of your blouse to attempt to distract him.

However long you had been together, he was just as seduced by you like the first time.

You started getting antsy with yourself, seeing the way your husband was maintaining his composure teaching this class. You wanted to see how far he could go. See how good his acting was.

You drag your finger from the buttons of your tight blouse, hugging your silhouette down to your skirt – which was so obviously short, if you bent over enough you'd probably flash anyone in sight.

Slipping your finger through the wet cloth of your lacy black underwear, you lightly graze across your clit, which was just enough stimulation to cause you to jerk up a bit - causing you to adjust yourself better so your hand could reach further.

"Now, unilateral contracts involves one party making a promise, while a bilateral co-" his sentence is cut off bluntly when he looks at you again, eyes widening at where your hand is.

Surprised no one has even turned to look at you. But you did your best to stay quiet and not make any sounds.

You bit your bottom lip smiling. He clears his throat.

"Ri- right, bilateral contracts" he continues, standing behind the podium of the class, luckily covering himself from the rest of the class. He could see your clearly unusual facial expressions, eyelids fluttering, biting your lip to stop any sounds coming from your pretty lips. You slowly grinded against your finger, trying to reach your climax. He narrowed his expression, trying to stay focused.

It was just the sound of his voice echoing in this big lecture hall, small taps of a pen, pages flipping, silent whispers exchanged between students. It's gotta be a bad idea, right?

It only fuels you.

You mouthed his name - hiromi - as you kept going, while he did his best to not stutter, his knuckles turning white with the grip he had on this podium.

All he could think about was fucking you right here in this classroom. How he wanted to be the one to touching you, pleasing you, be the one to make you finish. He couldn't give a fuck about contracts. His nails are digging into the wood of the podium.

"Um, sir?" a student says "You forgot to switch the slides"

"Oh yes, sorry about that" he says picking up the remote, switching to the next slides, which was unfortunately another long long lesson.

More than enough time for you to keep teasing him from right there.

"Alright, I apologise, students, but I've been met with an emergency" he says looking at the black screen on his phone.

"My wife is unfortunately unwell," he looks at you, clenching his sharp jaw.

"So I need to attend to her"

All the students start packing their things, excitingly whispering about how the lecture ended early. You stop, taking your hand away from between your legs, leaving your cunt cold from your touch - right when you were about to hit your climax. To not seem suspicious, you also start putting your books into your bag until

"You," he says abruptly, his fisted hands still on the podium, holding on for dear life "I need to have a word with you about your paper before I leave", he points to you quickly adjusts his pants before students start slowly leaving through the door.

You walk down the steps, slowly and strutting along with your kitten heels. Waiting till all the students leave, to actually meet him eye-to-eye. He couldn't help but admire you from a distance, the way you were dressed way too slutty for a student. He loved it.

The tight blouse, unbuttoned to a point where it should just be off at this point – a black lace bra exposing itself – and your skirt crumpled up from your sins five minutes ago. You looked so hot, it only made him harder, imagining the things he was going to do to you. He didn't care, it was going to be in this lecture room. Thank god for no cameras.

The wooden door slammed to the classroom, the very last student saying bye, to Higurama, who only really cared about his insanely tempting wife agitating him at the moment.

"What's wrong, sir?" you ask sarcastically, leaning against his table, your clit still pulsating from before.

He doesn't even say a word, he basically stomps to the door, locking it swiftly, and walking over to close the curtains, the room now dimly lit with nothing but cracks of sunlight shining through the sides of the curtains.

"I'm sure my assignment was fine as it is" you put your arms behind you.

He walks up to you, sliding everything off the table behind you before lifting you onto it, and kissing you out of control. He grabs onto your waist, pulling you close to him, making you feel his clothed cock on your now wet underwear.

You wrap your hands around his shoulders, grabbing his hair and kissing him just as harder, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. It wasn't even meaningful, just open mouth suppressed emotions being shown through tongues and gasps.

"How dare you?" he says seething through his teeth, between breaths "Teasing me like that mid-lecture?"

Sloppy wet kisses echoed through the room, slight moans from you from the light friction of his fat cock on your plump clit.

"You show up like this, and expect me not to fuck my wife in my classroom?" he moves his finger down to your wet folds, teasing your cunt, sliding it up and down.

"Already so plump and wet for me" he says satisfied, circling your aching clit, sending you to orbit. He presses harder, his thumb on your clit, while two fingers teasingly fondles your pulsing hole wrapping around nothing. You try to roll your hips to his hands, but he just pulls back.

"Ple- Please" you couldn't take it, he just kept teasing you, his fingers only rotating around your inner folds, the suction sounds of your wetness echoing through the large room. You moaned into his mouth, needing more.

"Please, sir" you manage to whimper out. He was surprised for a second. A fantasy he never thought about it. But he was committed to it now. It made his cock uncontrollably hard, pre-cum showing through his pants. The sight of you begging for him with this outfit and your lace peeking through had him absolutely feral for his wife.

"I don't think students should be helplessly moaning for their professors" He grabs a hold of your hips and spins you around, bending you over to the table. Your chest hits the table, your sensitive nipples brushing against the wood. He holds your back down, lifting up your skirt to your waist.

"My favourite set, huh?" he whispers against your ear. You moan in response to the overstimulation of it all. He basically rips your underwear off, guess you'd have to buy another set. Again.

"The skirt stays on" he says.

You hear him unbuckle his belt, along with a zipper. He spanks your ass, earning a moan from you, somehow arousing you even more.

You feel him tease his tip at your entrance, already slick with pre-cum. Cusses and whimpers were all that came out of your mouth, when he finally pushed inside, rough and hard, teasing not even a question anymore.

"Be a good girl and take it for me" he says against your ear.

Your palms grabbed onto the table, nails scratching onto it, you thought it made marks. His big hands stayed on your hips, holding you on, and pulling you into him in strong thrusts. He moved in deeper with each thrust, hitting spots you didn't know about.

"I- I- can't-" you say as he thrusted harder and harder, your clit rubbing against the edge of the table, sending you over the edge, your head spinning from the thickness of his veiny cock.

"I know baby" he says. Your thighs hit the table with every thrust, while his balls slapped your folds, obscene and filthy sounds filling the room. The table starts starts creaking below you - any shame or worry that someone might walk in completely disregarded.

He grabbed your hair pulling you towards him, making you arch your back. His cock throbbed in you, thrusts becoming rougher, your pussy tightening around him, and he follows you, burying himself deeper into you. Your tits bouncing to the rhythm, and skirt riding up completely, almost to your chest.

Mindless moans and uncontrolled breaths were the only language you two knew at this moment. His control shatters as he buries deep into you, any type of control gone as his cum spills into you, a low groan leaving his mouth as you both limped on the table.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, his cock still twitching in your cunt. His hands were still gripping your hips, like he didn't want to let go.

You roll over on the table, facing him now, sweat dripping from his slick black hair to yours, still out of breath. He puts his forehead against yours, and the two of you laugh almost mockingly at the sinful act you've just done – Mr. and Mrs. Higurama fucking on a university classroom table.

"Show up to class on time next week"

...

a/n: so like...where do i sign up for this class? lmaoaaooao

[megansmoaning]

higurama x reader

"sit on my face" cw: MDNI 18+, jjk drabble, higurama!female reader, alcohol involved, fwb, riding higurama's big sexy nose, getting ate outttttt word count: 1.6k

"You like big noses, huh?" Higurama asks, laughing at a reel you've liked about doja cat talking about it in an interview.

You and Higurama were just co-worker friends hanging out late at night at your dorm, watching a typical movie, having some drinks to take the edge off from a week of stressful cases.

You blush a little at his comment, thinking you unliked that before scrolling again.

"No....maybe?" you giggle a little, the drinks clearly taking over your words and level of guts.

"I'd say your nose is pretty big too" you say thinking you were crazy saying this to him, but then again, the two of you had gotten close these past few days, revealing information about each other every now and then. Becoming close friends alot faster than usual.

He never admitted it but even though he was your friend, he couldn't help but think you were very attractive. The both of you quietly considered being friends with benefits, but were just too scared to bring it up.

"Really?" he asks in a high-pitched voice - intending it was obvious.

A moment of silence between the two of you, the slight sound of the movie in the background. The both of you gulp quietly.

"So you agree with what she said then?" he asks curiously tilting his head to the side, like he was actually interested to know.

"Who wouldn't?" you say, taking a sip of your drink which was 90% alcohol more than mixer, avoiding eye-contact from his bedroom hooded eyes burning holes in your face. The buzz taking over both of youe heads, the thought of riding his face was on your mind, and a replica of that on his.

Before he could say anything, the both of you stiffened to the sound of something coming from the screen.

Moaning. Of course, at a time like this, the couple on screen were fucking. Completely unadulterated.

You try to find the remote, and so does he. Both of you scrambling across the floor to try and turn it off but your hands were only met with each other.

You accidentally tip over the empty alcohol bottle, the remote being right there. He quickly grabs the remote, and turns it off. But that doesn't change how close you were to each other.

You were just inches away from his face, admiring his nose. You couldn't help but touch it, and him - shocked - only melting to your touch a little. You could only imagine what it would be like to sit right there, grinding on hi-

"Do it" he says.

"What?" you asked confused, wondering if he could read your mind, your hand resting on his shoulder to maintain balance now. You were both on your knees looking at each other on the ground.

"Sit on my face" he says almost demandingly, breathing heavy, his chest rising up and down slowly.

"You're joking right?" you say, laughing nervously, but you had to admit you weren't opposed to the idea. Not even the slightest. You could feel the warmth build up between your legs.

"No," he says "Do whatever you want to me, my nose, whatever it is just- just sit on me" - almost pleadingly.

You stare at each other for a moment. One long breath. Two. Three,

You grab his neck, kissing him, shocked at how soft his lips were. The taste of alcohol lingering on the both of your numb lips.

He almost grabs you on instinct, pulling you close to him by your waist. Messy tipsy kisses were all you could exchange, the type of kisses to be bold. Everything felt heightened. You could both almost hear each other’s pulse.

You felt his reaction through his throbbing cock behind the fabric of his pants as he pulled you closer. You break the kiss for a second, catching your breath.

"Can you lie down?" you ask on his lips. You ask him so sweetly – he smiles before doing as you say. How could he say no?

You quickly take off your shorts, slowly climbing onto his chest, your knees on either side hovering just over his face. You look down to see his needy expression, eyebrows raised, and lips slightly parted, staring into your slick pussy as his eyes feasted on what he’d been craving forever.

He looks right at your face, which had a slightly concerned expression.

“Don’t be shy”

You take a good look at his nose - all the dirty sinful thoughts you’ve had all week about it, was finally right where you wanted it.

And, the feeling was mutual.

He grabbed onto your hips losing his patience, nodding to reassure you.

“Please” he whines, droopy eyes filled with nothing but desire underneath you.

You slowly lowered yourself to his mouth to which he immediately got to work.

"Oh my god" was all you could breath out when he spread your lips apart with his two fingers and takes a longing time-consuming lick across your cunt, leading all the way to your clit - taking his sweet time.

He hummed at the taste of your sweet wetness, which vibrated through you, making goosebumps all over your skin. You feel his soft cheeks against your inner thighs, as you closed in on him. His nose already wet, and buried into your folds. A slight moan leaves your lips at the warmth of his tongue exploring your slit, grazing over euphoric spots you didn’t even know about.

“God, I didn't know -nmph- you were so- mm- sweet, fuck” he mumbles in sheer greed, sucking on your bundle of nerves.

You grab onto the couch beside you to keep balance, gripping onto it for dear life. His tongue swirled around making an 8-figure motion around your clit, making you clench around nothing.

Your hips started moving on its own, your clit now rubbing on his nose – but you didn't fully rest on his face yet.

"I- I don't wann- ughh- suffocate you" you barely manage to say.

"Just fucking sit on me" he orders, grabbing onto your thighs so your knees slid on the carpeted floor. You gasp as you land on his face, your throbbing pussy completely smothering him with your complete weight on him.

And it didn't even phase him. He moaned in satisfaction, like it was necessary that he had to be suffocated.

"Finally" he says, his jaw moving against your cunt as he shamelessly made out with it, eyes closed to savour you. It was messy and had no rhythm - but it sure as fuck made you see stars.

He thrusted his tongue into you when your hips moved in a reckless manner, going in deeper like he wanted his face to be inside you. He grabbed onto your ass, spreading it wider, so his tongue could fuck you deeper.

"Oh- hiromi- fuck" more cusses left your lips, causing him to smirk against your folds.

He wanted more of you, his hands almost making marks on your thighs and ass as he held onto you. You started riding his face, his nose perfectly stroking your clit, making you roll your eyes and tilt your head back in pleasure.

"Grab my hair" he says, looking up at you "Guide me"

You grab onto his black locks of hair, causing him to hum - only adding to the obscene sounds making you tremble above him. You felt a familiar feeling in your stomach as you continued riding him, not a single care for suffocating him.

"Mmm- keep doing that" Moving his head with your hand, with your hips riding him, it was hitting everything you needed to cum on his face.

You moaned even louder when he slid two fingers into your leaking pussy, dripping onto his chin and coating his jaw and cheeks. He lifted his face up so his nose was - somehow even more - completely stifled in your clit, tongue sloppily lapping around the edge of your hole, while he finger fucked the soul out of you.

"Don't stop" he growled under you.

The pretty sounds you made and the majestic view he had of you made his cock throb painfully in his jeans, causing him to ride his own hips upwards in utter desperation.

You clenched around his fingers curved into your pussy as you were reaching your climax, unsteady moans and breath hitching in your throat as you were basically rolling your whole body into his face.

"Cum- nmph- on my face" he begged in you, and you didn't think twice. Your whole body shuddered as you rode him one last time, moving so much your cum covered his whole face, flooding his mouth - to which he slurped up. Every. Last. Drop. He made sure his tongue licked you dry, as he flicked it across, spreading you wider with his fingers.

"Fuck" he sighs, biting his lip and chuckling under you, and so did you. The both of you in shock at what you just did, the alcohol now completely worn off.

You barely got back on your knees since it was still quivering and aching, and he lifts himself up, but he held onto your hips - which was now on his damp coat pants pulsating underneath you. His hair was messy from your grasp, your cum still slick on his cheeks, and his face flushed red. You both rest your foreheads against each other.

"Do you wanna do this..like casually?" you ask inches away from his lips, still breathing hard.

"Fuck yeah" he says without hesitation, catching your lips into one long kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. Then kissing your cheek. Your neck.

And you went for another round.

...

a/n: i like noses...big noses...LMAOO

[megansmoaning]

nanami x reader

restaurant teasing cw: v!brator, teasing, edging, public, explicit, praise, 18+

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

You were changing in the bathroom, doing final touches to your makeup until you hear a knock on the door.

“Baby, can i come in?” Nanami asks

Once you were done, you opened up the door to him. His eyes took his time glaring at you, checking you out completely, taking his sweet time.

“Oh wow,” he sighs “You’re…so beautiful” he plants a kiss on your forehead, then temple before looking at you again and sighing.

“Like what you see?” you ask dauntingly

“Like? Love,” he smiles “I can’t believe I have all of you for myself”

You give him a smile before taking your purse and checking if you’ve got everything.

“Actually, I wanted to try something new for dinner,” he says holding a small box in his hand “I thought we could have some fun – take out all that stress you’ve been having at work”

He takes out a small pad-like device from the box, handing it to you along with a remote. Out of curiosity, you clicked a button, noticing the sudden vibration from it, slightly surprising you.

But you weren’t opposed to it.

One look was all it took, you slipped to the bathroom, stuck it to your underwear, adjusted it and walked out to see him.

He was standing with a perfectly tailored suit, and the signature yellow tie with black spots on it. Glasses and brushed out hair waiting for you. He checked the time, tapping his foot anxiously since he hated being late.

“Ready to go?” you ask, handing over the remote to him. You couldn’t wait to see how this would turn out.

…

At the restaurant, you sit down in front of Nanami. It was a dim-lit restaurant with candles on every table. Unfortunately, you couldn’t get the table near the windows, so of course on a day like this, a table smack middle of the restaurant was only available.

Only making it harder for you.

Nanami adjusted his shirt, rolling up his sleeves revealing his veiny strong forearms, smirking at you like he knew what was coming.

Not a lot of words were being exchanged between the both of you, just longing looks and anticipation. You didn’t know when he would reach into his pocket and press a button.

The waiter showed up pouring two glasses of wine for the both of you. But before you could even say thank you, you felt a light vibration between your legs. You jerked a little since it was sudden, flashing a look of warning at Nanami who didn’t seem to care for your concern, one hand under the table.

“Are you alright, miss?” the waiter asks, with a worried look.

“Yes, i’m fine thank you” you say, trying to control your shaky voice. He continued to pour the glass and present the wine to you, explaining the origin of it, since of course, Nanami ordered the most expensive wine there is.

While you nodded and gave validating looks to the waiter, he pressed another button clearly increasing the vibration. It pulsated on your clit, going from fast to slow. You crossed your legs to try and contain yourself, but it only made it feel so much better

Nanami on the other hand, was completely enjoying himself. He seemed to love watching you breathing heavy, eyes drooping and biting your lips and fingers ever so subtly. None of the waiter’s words were actually registering in either of your heads.

He crossed his arms, and adjusted his glasses, with a devilish smirk on his face. Right when the waiter was done, you thanked him with all your strength and looked over to the cause of your helplessness.

“You did so good, baby” he says almost mockingly, sitting back even more and manspreading behind the table.

“Did I?” you ask, crossing your legs a bit harder.

You could feel the vibration on your clit stronger with a heavy feeling on your lower stomach. You tucked your hair behind your ears and bit your lip to control the whimpers trying to escape your throat. Looking down trying not to make eye contact with anyone possibly confused around you.

“Mhm,” he says ever so softly “You’re a strong girl, I know you can handle it”

You chuckled, but it came out more like a whimper, from the sheer force of the vibrator, which was clearly a new level now. You could feel a climax rising, you started to sweat and your legs were slightly shaking under the table. You pulled down your dress a bit to try to seem proper but nothing was working.

He took your hand, and rubbed small circles with his thumb. Then whispered:

“Don’t come”

You sigh, looking at him with pleading eyes, knowing you couldn't say anything since you would only speak in moans not words. The vibrations just kept pulsing at the perfect pace, making you slightly arch your back sending a bolt of rush through your spine.

"Breathe baby, just a little longer"

You felt the urge to cum continue to get closer and closer. He held your hand tighter, comforting you but enjoying the view. Your foot tapped the leg of the table anxiously, and you ever so gently rode your seat, moving your hips back and forth.

"Behave" he muttered just so I can hear.

You glanced over at him, trying to say please through your expressions but it only fuelled him.

"You look so good trying your best"

But right when you were almost at your peak, the vibrations stopped. You accidentally slammed your hand on the table in frustration and looked at him who just fixed his tie calmly while the waiter brought the food. You could feel glances from every corner of the restaurant, and silent whispers and mumbles about your odd behaviour.

"Thanks" you say sarcastically grabbing the fork and stabbing it into the food in front of you. He edged you right at the brink of your climax.

"No problem, baby" he teases back, taking a bite of his food.

...

Once you were done with your food, he continued to ask you about work, making you go on a whole tangent about a frustrating new co-worker you had.

"And oh my god babe, I haven't been able to do any meetings in pea-"

It started again.

Another vibration. This time, already starting at a fast pace.

So strong of a pace, if anyone was in a close proximity, could almost hear the vibrations from your seat.

Shocked from the suddenness again, you jerked a little, the vibrations automatically causing you to once again arch your back - the friction making your swollen clit start throbbing again, and rubbing to the already soaked underwear.

You could see him with one hand in his pocket while he ate, adjusting the settings right back to the tempo it was before.

And possibly trying to control himself too.

His uneven and shaky breaths from the show right in front of him –clearly turned on by your struggle.

"Keep going," he demanded with a pleased smirk on his face.

"And," you swallowed your spit nervously.

"it's just been really difficult–"

*pulse*

"to go about my work–"

*pulse*

"with this stupid fucking intern"

*pulse*

As you continued to talk about work, you kept getting more and more pent-up and he just kept guiding you to keep talking, increasing the pace, then stopping when he saw you unable to control yourself.

And this continued.

Five. More. Times.

He gave you words of praise, which only made you more aroused. 'Good girl' and words of sweet nothings keeping you going.

Unable to control yourself, you grabbed onto the edge of the table, about to reach your climax again - just a constant cycle of heavy breaths, lip biting, quiet whimpers leaving your throat, legs crossed, attempts to compose yourself, looks from everywhere, and questioning your shamelessness in the four walls of this restaurant.

"Nanami, please" you plead. You didn't care for anyone looking at this point. You didn't even care about your frustration at work.

This time he finally let you go. All the built-up tension, completely soaked underwear, and nervous sweats finally being done. Your orgasm ripped through you, along with a shudder of relief - your head pounding with excitement. Nanami signalled the waiter for the bill, paying it, and both of you headed towards the elevator. He leans down to your ear.

"For being such a good girl and listening to me so obediently," he moves his hand from your leg, tracing his finger at the waistband of your underwear.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he moved his hand to the bottom, slipping one finger through your underwear, teasing your cunt.

"You won't be able to control yourself like you did tonight" he kisses your temple, and stood more composed as ever, as the elevator doors opened.

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A/N: promise i'm writing freakier shit, stay tuned sexies. pls lmk what yall think! eheh

[megansmoaning]

currently writing a part two *rubs hands together menacingly*

[megansmoaning]

higurama x reader

"sit on my face" cw: MDNI 18+, jjk drabble, higurama!female reader, alcohol involved, fwb, riding higurama's big sexy nose, getting ate outttttt word count: 1.6k

"You like big noses, huh?" Higurama asks, laughing at a reel you've liked about doja cat talking about it in an interview.

You and Higurama were just co-worker friends hanging out late at night at your dorm, watching a typical movie, having some drinks to take the edge off from a week of stressful cases.

You blush a little at his comment, thinking you unliked that before scrolling again.

"No....maybe?" you giggle a little, the drinks clearly taking over your words and level of guts.

"I'd say your nose is pretty big too" you say thinking you were crazy saying this to him, but then again, the two of you had gotten close these past few days, revealing information about each other every now and then. Becoming close friends alot faster than usual.

He never admitted it but even though he was your friend, he couldn't help but think you were very attractive. The both of you quietly considered being friends with benefits, but were just too scared to bring it up.

"Really?" he asks in a high-pitched voice - intending it was obvious.

A moment of silence between the two of you, the slight sound of the movie in the background. The both of you gulp quietly.

"So you agree with what she said then?" he asks curiously tilting his head to the side, like he was actually interested to know.

"Who wouldn't?" you say, taking a sip of your drink which was 90% alcohol more than mixer, avoiding eye-contact from his bedroom hooded eyes burning holes in your face. The buzz taking over both of youe heads, the thought of riding his face was on your mind, and a replica of that on his.

Before he could say anything, the both of you stiffened to the sound of something coming from the screen.

Moaning. Of course, at a time like this, the couple on screen were fucking. Completely unadulterated.

You try to find the remote, and so does he. Both of you scrambling across the floor to try and turn it off but your hands were only met with each other.

You accidentally tip over the empty alcohol bottle, the remote being right there. He quickly grabs the remote, and turns it off. But that doesn't change how close you were to each other.

You were just inches away from his face, admiring his nose. You couldn't help but touch it, and him - shocked - only melting to your touch a little. You could only imagine what it would be like to sit right there, grinding on hi-

"Do it" he says.

"What?" you asked confused, wondering if he could read your mind, your hand resting on his shoulder to maintain balance now. You were both on your knees looking at each other on the ground.

"Sit on my face" he says almost demandingly, breathing heavy, his chest rising up and down slowly.

"You're joking right?" you say, laughing nervously, but you had to admit you weren't opposed to the idea. Not even the slightest. You could feel the warmth build up between your legs.

"No," he says "Do whatever you want to me, my nose, whatever it is just- just sit on me" - almost pleadingly.

You stare at each other for a moment. One long breath. Two. Three,

You grab his neck, kissing him, shocked at how soft his lips were. The taste of alcohol lingering on the both of your numb lips.

He almost grabs you on instinct, pulling you close to him by your waist. Messy tipsy kisses were all you could exchange, the type of kisses to be bold. Everything felt heightened. You could both almost hear each other’s pulse.

You felt his reaction through his throbbing cock behind the fabric of his pants as he pulled you closer. You break the kiss for a second, catching your breath.

"Can you lie down?" you ask on his lips. You ask him so sweetly – he smiles before doing as you say. How could he say no?

You quickly take off your shorts, slowly climbing onto his chest, your knees on either side hovering just over his face. You look down to see his needy expression, eyebrows raised, and lips slightly parted, staring into your slick pussy as his eyes feasted on what he’d been craving forever.

He looks right at your face, which had a slightly concerned expression.

“Don’t be shy”

You take a good look at his nose - all the dirty sinful thoughts you’ve had all week about it, was finally right where you wanted it.

And, the feeling was mutual.

He grabbed onto your hips losing his patience, nodding to reassure you.

“Please” he whines, droopy eyes filled with nothing but desire underneath you.

You slowly lowered yourself to his mouth to which he immediately got to work.

"Oh my god" was all you could breath out when he spread your lips apart with his two fingers and takes a longing time-consuming lick across your cunt, leading all the way to your clit - taking his sweet time.

He hummed at the taste of your sweet wetness, which vibrated through you, making goosebumps all over your skin. You feel his soft cheeks against your inner thighs, as you closed in on him. His nose already wet, and buried into your folds. A slight moan leaves your lips at the warmth of his tongue exploring your slit, grazing over euphoric spots you didn’t even know about.

“God, I didn't know -nmph- you were so- mm- sweet, fuck” he mumbles in sheer greed, sucking on your bundle of nerves.

You grab onto the couch beside you to keep balance, gripping onto it for dear life. His tongue swirled around making an 8-figure motion around your clit, making you clench around nothing.

Your hips started moving on its own, your clit now rubbing on his nose – but you didn't fully rest on his face yet.

"I- I don't wann- ughh- suffocate you" you barely manage to say.

"Just fucking sit on me" he orders, grabbing onto your thighs so your knees slid on the carpeted floor. You gasp as you land on his face, your throbbing pussy completely smothering him with your complete weight on him.

And it didn't even phase him. He moaned in satisfaction, like it was necessary that he had to be suffocated.

"Finally" he says, his jaw moving against your cunt as he shamelessly made out with it, eyes closed to savour you. It was messy and had no rhythm - but it sure as fuck made you see stars.

He thrusted his tongue into you when your hips moved in a reckless manner, going in deeper like he wanted his face to be inside you. He grabbed onto your ass, spreading it wider, so his tongue could fuck you deeper.

"Oh- fuck- hiromi” more cusses left your lips, causing him to smirk against your folds.

He wanted more of you, his hands almost making marks on your thighs and ass as he held onto you. You started riding his face, his nose perfectly stroking your clit, making you roll your eyes and tilt your head back in pleasure.

"Grab my hair" he says, looking up at you "Guide me"

You grab onto his black locks of hair, causing him to hum - only adding to the obscene sounds making you tremble above him. You felt a familiar feeling in your stomach as you continued riding him, not a single care for suffocating him.

"Mmm- keep doing that" Moving his head with your hand, with your hips riding him, it was hitting everything you needed to cum on his face.

You moaned even louder when he slid two fingers into your leaking pussy, dripping onto his chin and coating his jaw and cheeks. He lifted his face up so his nose was - somehow even more - completely stifled in your clit, tongue sloppily lapping around the edge of your hole, while he finger fucked the soul out of you.

"Don't stop" he growled under you.

The pretty sounds you made and the majestic view he had of you made his cock throb painfully in his jeans, causing him to ride his own hips upwards in utter desperation.

You clenched around his fingers curved into your pussy as you were reaching your climax, unsteady moans and breath hitching in your throat as you were basically rolling your whole body into his face.

"Cum- nmph- on my face" he begged in you, and you didn't think twice. Your whole body shuddered as you rode him one last time, moving so much your cum covered his whole face, flooding his mouth - to which he slurped up. Every. Last. Drop. He made sure his tongue licked you dry, as he flicked it across, spreading you wider with his fingers.

"Fuck" he sighs, biting his lip and chuckling under you, and so did you. The both of you in shock at what you just did, the alcohol now completely worn off.

You barely got back on your knees since it was still quivering and aching, and he lifts himself up, but he held onto your hips - which was now on his damp coat pants pulsating underneath you. His hair was messy from your grasp, your cum still slick on his cheeks, and his face flushed red. You both rest your foreheads against each other.

"Do you wanna do this..like casually?" you ask inches away from his lips, still breathing hard.

"Fuck yeah" he says without hesitation, catching your lips into one long kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. Then kissing your cheek. Your neck.

And you went for another round.

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a/n: i like noses...big noses...LMAOO