horny for jjk men

18+ side blog, perhaps nanami hair grabbing scene altered my brain chemistry

[naughtyjjk]

✦ naughtyjjk's masterlist ✦

about me → she/her, writer, favours nanami, thirsty for hot men hehe directory → everything is 18+, nsfw, jjk only, reblogs appreciated, open to requests!

will write: smut, teasing, edging, dry humping, orgasm delay/denial, dirty talk, handjobs, blowjobs, masturbation, wet dreams, sex toys, light bdsm, exhibitionism/voyeurism, praise kink, piercings, strip tease, cockwarming

won't write: degrading terms, daddy kink, blood/violence, scat, waterworks, non-con, anything too hardcore

(the list below is updated whenever i post something new)

headcanons/imagines

when they're turned on in public | russion translation | jjk men x fem reader

during no nut november | jjk men x fem reader

on the last day of no nut november | jjk men x fem reader

jjk men using NNN to get back at you | jjk men x fem reader

masturbating in front of you | gojo x fem reader

teasing/edging them | jjk men x fem reader

tight clothing | russian translation | jjk men

just the tip | russian translation | jjk men x fem reader

vibrating pleasures | companion post | russian translation | jjk men x fem reader

nanami kento nsfw headcanons | nanami x fem reader

how they act during a sex ban | jjk men x fem reader

jju men promising to pull out | jjk men x fem reader

watching their fav cam girl | jjk men x fem reader

corrupting priest geto | geto x fem reader

fics

pent-up nanami kento | nanami x fem reader

coming out of the shower | gojo x fem reader

just a massage | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | nanami x fem reader

testing nanami kento's self-control | nanami x fem reader

cockwarming nanami kento | nanami x fem reader

stripper au | gojo | idea | gojo and geto | gojo/geto x fem reader

nanami kento hates masturbating | nanami

gojo satoru teasing you with his fingers | gojo x fem reader

nanami kento fucking you slow | nanami x fem reader

dry humping with nanami kento | nanami x fem reader

making gojo satoru come untouched | gojo x fem reader

glory hole | idea | nanami | gojo | geto | toji | jjk men x fem reader

phone sex operator toji | idea | part 1 | part 2 | toji x fem reader

nanami's favourite position | nanami x fem reader

betting on who can make the other come first | nanami x fem reader

seducing nanami kento in lingerie | nanami x fem reader

making nanami kento come in his pants | nanami x fem reader

nanami kento with a sir kink | nanami x fem reader

[ryosbaby-deactivated20260215]

“this private lapdance cost extra toji.”

“all them dudes out there tossin’ ones like your ass is on clearance” he says as you straddle him slow.

“you mad they want it or mad you can’t do anything about it?" your voice comes out low a little shaky already.

he finally looks at you eyes heavy still smoky from whatever he smoked outside. that red rimmed stare drags over you slow like he’s cataloging every inch. “both.”

big hands clamp on your ass yank you down hard till you’re seated right on that bulge. the pressure’s brutal, he’s so thick even through the fabric almost like he could split you open without even trying. you bite your lip to trap the moan bubbling up, clit pulsing hard against the hard line of him.

“grind.”

and you do. slow circles, every roll sends sparks shooting straight up your core makes your breath hitch. he lets out a low groan chest rumbling under your palms the sound vibrating right through you.

“that’s it use it. you been shakin’ for everybody else all night.” the jealousy curls in his voice and it shouldn’t turn you on this much but it does.

“this private lapdance cost extra toji.”

“shut up.” he hooks a finger in your thong yanks it rough to the side so the lace bites your skin. cock slaps heavy against your bare pussy hot leaking at the tip already smearing across your folds. the wet contact makes you clench, fuck you’re dripping onto him now making everything slicker.

“you know i pay whatever i want.”

he doesn’t push in. just holds you there one hand gripping your hip to keep you rocking slow while the other slides up your back tangling in your hair to tug your head back. he forces you to look at him while you grind. his cock throbs hot against your clit every time you roll forward thick head catching just right.

“feel that” he mutters, voice rough. “that’s what you do to me every time you step on that stage. got me hard as fuck watchin’ you bend over for strangers.”

you whimper soft grinding faster now clit swollen and throbbing against him, “toji nghh shit”

“naaah don’t cum yet," he smacks your ass once stinging then grips it hard spreading you wider so your pussy lips hug the underside of his cock better. makes every drag slower wetter, “you don’t get to nut till i say.”

your nails dig into his shoulders breath coming in short pants. he’s leaking so much now it’s dripping down your thighs mixing with your own juices.

“look at you” he says thumb brushing rough over your bottom lip, "soakin’ my sweats like a needy little thing. bet you been wet since you saw me at the bar.”

you nod too far gone to lie, "yeah—fuck—been thinkin’ bout this all night too."

he chuckles as he rocks his hips up just enough to drag that fat head along your slit teasing your entrance without slipping in making you whine into his neck. “want it bad huh”

“pleaseeee."

“please what," he tugs your hair tighter makes you arch back so your tits press against his chest. “use your words baby.”

“please let me cum on you just like this”

he groans at that—hips jerking up once—grinding his cock right against your clit in a slow mean roll. the pressure snaps something in you. you shatter hard shaking thighs clamping around his hips as you soak him, your pussy pulsing empty but clenching like it’s trying to pull him in anyway. your moans muffle against his shoulder body trembling through it.

he doesn’t stop moving you keeps rocking you slow through the aftershocks milking every last shiver out of you. his cock twitches hard against you leaking even more but he holds back. just watches your face with that smug hungry look.

“good girl," he mutters finally voice rough. lets go of your hair, thumbs brushing soft over your cheek now. “that’s what i wanted to see.”

you slump against him breath ragged legs jelly. he’s still rock hard under you throbbing but he doesn’t push for more. just keeps you seated there letting you feel every inch of what you’re not getting tonight.

“you stayin' right?" you catch your breath enough to murmur against his neck.

“depends. what time your shift end?"

you pull back a little still shaky meeting his eyes, “two. last call’s at one thirty then cleanup.”

“aight, i’ll wait in the parking lot. black truck same spot, kay?"

your stomach flips again different this time, “you serious?"

“when i say i’m waitin, i’m waitin.” he reaches into his pocket pulls out a thick stack of hundreds thicker than usual.

“hit the tables earlier tonight, cleaned up big on some blackjack. figured i’d spend a lil of it on my sweet thing right here."

he slips two fingers under the edge of your bra slides the bills right between your tits letting them nestle warm against your skin. his knuckles graze your nipple slow on purpose as he presses the cash flat making you gasp soft.

“there. somethin’ to remember me by while you finish your sets.”

[bluukive-deactivated20260523]

⚘ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

do excuse me if this is a little all over the place, I'm writing this while I'm half asleep and my bed is very cold

Toji didn't bother closing the door anymore when he showered. There was no point because you would just waltz in and stare anyway.

The only barrier he had between you both was the steam coming from the water, which was usually cranked up to the maximum heat available in your cheap little apartment you shared

A soothing balm for Toji's ageing body, you liked to joke.

Of course, your perverted nature didn't have its days off. This time was no different. Once you heard the shower run, you bolted to the bathroom — claiming to have just been 'passing by' as usual.

The fogged-up glass didn't do much to hide Toji's body, thankfully. There he was in all his naked glory, broad shoulders flexed as his large hands cleaned himself off of all unnecessary stress you caused him.

Toji's stature had always been a marvel, in both height and sturdiness — not to mention that cock he kept tucked away down below.

But his pecs, God. They were a different story entirely. Age had done wonders on your big ol' boyfriend, softening up his chest until the sturdy slabs of meat rounded into something more plush — something you just loved to sink your fingers into and suck against.

You eyed him hungrily — taking in the way Toji's chest seemed to bounce with each of his deliberate movements. He knew you were watching, darkened nipples having pebbled into stiff peaks you so desperately wanted to flick.

It wasn't long before Toji had to begin soaping up, grumbling under his breath that you were nothing short of being that a perverted nuisance in his life as he squirted your expensive body wash into his hand.

"Yes, yeees," you mumbled to yourself, ignoring his exasperated complaints. "Juuust like that."

"Tch. Enjoying the view?" His voice called out, jaded eyes on you as you nodded without hesitation. Without shame. Then, you swallowed and walked in, fully claiming your rightful place by the shower.

You didn't get in — not yet, anyway.

Toji grunted, rough and half-amused as you watched him slide his hot palms over his chest in practised circles. The soap foamed beneath his thorough fingers, bubbly trails mixing with the water that made its way home on the dip of his softening v-line.

"Wow," you let out a breathless chuckle, cunt already aching beneath your underwear. "You suuure know how to work them tits."

"What did I say about calling them 'tits'?" Toji seemed to almost bark, head snapping your way. You could only flash him a coy grin, seeing as though the corner of his scarred mouth twitched when he dragged a fat thumb over his nipple anyway in the midst of his growing arousal.

Hah. Who's the pervert now, old man?

But all of a sudden, eyeing Toji's chest didn't quite seem like enough for your greedy self.

That's why you licked at the inside of your cheek, eyes dragging down until you were ogling at the way your boyfriend's cock was beginning to curve upwards, chubbing up the longer you gave his nude body your undivided attention.

". . . Move your hand lower, please?"

"You're unbelievable. So greedy—"

Yet Toji moved his hand down anyway, rinsing it clean of any of your body wash before he wrapped it around the base of his stiffening cock. "Like this? Or are you not satisfied with me, brat?"

"C'mon, 'ji. Squeeze it a little," you goaded, absolute greed in your eyes. "Make that cock leak for me."

Toji's head fell back, the man beginning to masturbate in the shower when really he should have been focusing on that stiffness in his lower back.

You watched eagerly as he swiped over his plump tip before thumbing at his slit before bucking his hips with a wet squelch. Ass clenching into two blocky cheeks too, mind you.

"Look at that. The big, bad Fushiguro jerking off 'cus his little girlfriend wanted a show."

"Pah. Keep running that mouth of yours, and you'll find yourself with— mmh, more than just soap in there," Toji threatened shakily, still fucking his fist like it was a makeshift pussy.

And at that, you began peeling off your own clothes — dead set on making the mixture of soap and cum indistinguishable from each other.

"Is that a threat or a promise, 'ji?"

"Fuck around and find out."

Psst fricks , you said that last line in an ask, and I just had to include it x

[fushiguava]

۶ৎ satoru never lets you top :(

he says he will. says it like it’s cute, like aw baby, you wanna be in charge? with that glitter in his eye and his voice pitched all soft so you forget he’s the worst. says it while already lying down like he’s doing you a favor. stretches his arms behind his head like a goddamn lounge chair. he lets you crawl into his lap all pretty like you’re the one in control and not already playing into his hands.

because you start on top—that part’s true. thighs bracketing his hips, hands braced on his chest, cock thick and hot under you while he hums like he’s bored of waiting. you rock down slow, tight squeeze inch by inch, trying to savor it, trying to do it right this time—and then, as always, he cheats.

he palms your ass and grinds up into you with one filthy roll of his hips, grinning like he’s so generous, like he’s helping, like your little attempt at dominance was adorable and not doomed from the jump.

“you were taking too long,” he’ll murmur, breath hot against your neck while your pussy clenches and your ego implodes, “had to speed things up.”

every time. until tonight.

because tonight, for some reason—maybe the stars aligned, maybe he just likes watching you try so hard—he lets you. no hands. no thrusts. no smug commentary. he just lies back and watches.

you try not to let that get to you, try not to let the weight of his stillness scare you out of it, because you know him. know what he’s like when he’s bored, know the sound of the snort he makes when he pretends not to be impressed, know that smug little tilt of his mouth when he thinks he’s gonna win again.

but he’s not bored. he’s not smirking.

he’s fucking breathing through it, blinking slow and wet-eyed up at you like he’s never seen something so goddamn beautiful in his life, and you’re not even doing anything special—just rolling your hips with slow, steady circles, keeping him deep, kissing at his jaw while you whisper, “that good, baby?”

and he nods. dumb. flushed. glassy.

you kiss down to his ear. “is it too much already?”

he swallows.

“you feel good,” he slurs, hands twitching like he wants to touch, like he needs to, but he won’t—you said you’d ride him, and he promised, and his stupid pride is still bigger than his dick. barely.

you kiss the corner of his mouth. then his temple. “look at you,” you murmur, soft and teasing, “so quiet all of a sudden.”

“i'm trying” he breathes, “fuck—i‘m trying to be good.”

your pussy clenches around him, soaked and so fucking warm he shudders under you, whole body arching like he’s about to fold, and then you drag your lips down his throat and start to move a little harder, a little faster, still controlled but deeper now, grinding forward just right so he can feel your cunt squeeze and slide and flutter around every inch.

his mouth falls open. his lashes flutter.

“you’re so pretty like this,” you breathe against his cheek, “you gonna cum already, satoru?”

he whines. whines. you’ve never heard it before. it knocks something loose in your ribs. he grips the sheets.

you put your forehead to his. press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “baby,” you whisper, slow roll of your hips making his eyes roll back, “you’re still inside me. you know that, right?”

his hands fist the sheets tighter, arms trembling.

“you’re gonna cum from just this?” you tease, sweet and slow, “just me sitting on it, being so nice to you?”

“n-not nice,” he gasps. “you're not nice. you’re so—f-fuck—tight—”

and then his hips jerk up once—just once, without permission—and you feel it hit, deep and hard and hot, like a gut-punch. he gasps. loud.

“oh my god,” you whisper, eyes wide.

he grabs your waist like he’s dying, like he needs to stay inside, like he needs to feel every spurt while you’re still warm and clenched around him and holyshit, he’s still twitching.

“i didn’t mean to,” he pants. “baby, fuck, i didn’t—I couldn’t—i tried—”

you grin. lean down to kiss his lips, soft and slow. he moans into your mouth. still throbbing. still whining. you don’t even bother getting off. just stay there, full and warm and smug as hell, his cum already leaking, your cunt pulsing, his face so red you’re surprised he hasn’t short-circuited.

he’s still blinking up at you like you’ve personally rewritten his understanding of the universe.

and maybe you have.

[mimuju-deactivated20260521]

"just the tip" with nanami while hes working ⚝

nanami who is trying to work late at the office, tie loosened, glasses perched low on his nose, the lamplight carving severe lines of concentration into his face. 

you’ve been distracting him for an hour—a hand on his thigh, kisses along his jaw—and his professional resolve is a thin, fraying thread.

“you’re going to get me in trouble,” he sighs, not looking up from his spreadsheet, but his voice is already warm, fondly exasperated. his hand covers yours on his thigh, his thumb stroking your knuckles. “this report is due by nine.”

instead of sliding to your knees, you stand and swing one leg over his lap, straddling him in the big executive chair. his eyes snap up, finally leaving the screen, wide behind his glasses. “what are you—”

you silence him with a kiss, grinding down against the hard line of his erection straining against his slacks. a low, surprised groan vibrates from his chest into your mouth. 

“just… the tip,” you whisper against his lips, your hands working his belt and zipper free. “that’s all. so you can keep working.”

he huffs a breathless, disbelieving laugh. “that’s a… ah… that's not a good idea.” but his hands are already on your hips, helping you shimmy out of your panties, his touch urgent.

you rise up, grip him, and sink down slowly, taking only the broad, slick head of his cock inside you. you stop, letting both of you feel the unbearable, teasing stretch.

nanami’s head thunks back against the headrest, a ragged “fuck” tearing from his throat. his hands clamp on your hips like vices. “oh, god… that’s… ngh… you're a cruel woman.”

“i am?” you breathe, lifting yourself almost completely off, then sinking back down onto just that same throbbing inch. you repeat the motion, a slow, shallow piston that gives him nothing but the barest hint of penetration. 

his whole body tenses, a muscle jumping in his jaw. A desperate, shaky moan leaks from his lips.

“yes… shit— y-yes, you are,” he gasps, his eyes squeezed shut. His hips try to buck up, to seek more depth, but you hold him down, controlling the pace with infuriating slowness. “please… baby, please, just a little d-deeper…”

“but your work,” you murmur, leaning forward to nip at his earlobe. you settle into a rhythm that’s pure torture—tiny, maddening circles, the wet heat of you sheathing only the crown of him, again and again. 

you can feel him twitching, leaking against your inner walls, begging for more.

his moans are continuous now, soft, broken sounds that fill the quiet office. “I can’t… I can’t think when you’re… mmphn!… when you’re this tight,” he pants, his hands sliding under your blouse to roam your back, desperate for contact.

his breathing is coming in sharp hitches. “you’re going to kill me— yes yesyes— just like that…”

you watch, enthralled, as a flush creeps up his neck. you stop moving entirely, just clenching around that sensitive tip, a slow, internal pulse.

he whimpers. “n-no… d-don’t stop… please.”

“begging doesn’t sound very professional, ken,” you tease, but you reward him with another shallow, dragging slide. his head rolls side to side on the headrest, his composure utterly shattered. he's trembling with the effort to hold back, his knuckles white where they grip the armrests.

“y-you feel… nngh… you feel too good,” he rasps, his voice thick with a pleasure so intense it’s bordering on pain. “i'm not… i-i can’t last…”

you finally relent, sinking down another devastating half-inch. he cries out, a raw, beautiful sound, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. “there— right there… oh, fuck— fuckfuckfuck—”

you begin to move in earnest now, but still keep the strokes frustratingly short, building the tension coil-tight within him. 

his thrusts become shallow, frantic jerks of his hips, meeting your bounces. the desk chair creaks a steady, obscene rhythm. swear dampens his temple. “i'm close… so close… ah! d-don't stop, s-so good—”

you wait until you see the wild, helpless look in his eyes, the complete surrender, before you finally, finally sink all the way down, taking him to the hilt.

the effect is immediate. 

he whines, a guttural, unchecked sound, as his control snaps. his release is powerful, wracking his frame with wave after wave, his hips pumping up into you as he empties himself with deep, shuddering groans that go on and on, his fingers digging into your skin, anchoring him to you through the storm.

he slumps back, boneless, glasses askew, hair mussed. nanami stares at you, dazed and utterly ruined, his chest heaving. 

after a long moment to catch his breath, he gestures weakly at the dark computer screen.

“you,” he says, his voice hoarse and full of wonder, “are a catastrophic risk to productivity.” he pulls you in for a long, slow, deeply satisfied kiss. “the report can wait until tomorrow, i suppose.”

he is so whiney i love him

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[cinnywinny-deactivated20260213]

You ride his bicep, and he just loves when you use him.

part one

“I’ll hold it up just for you,” Toji murmured, his voice low and rough beside your ear, and it felt like your heart skipped inside your chest. “Let you straddle my arm and use it however you want, mama. Rub that sweet little clit all over me, grind on my arm with this pretty pussy until you fall apart.”

His scarred lips turn up into a smirk, dark eyes pinning you in place. “You could make a huge mess on my arm. I wouldn’t get mad.”

The way he said it—so calm, so certain, like your pleasure was already his—dragged a soft moan from your throat before you could stop it.

Toji’s lips twitched. “That what you want, mama?” he asked quietly. “Wanna ride my arm? Cum on it?

A broken sound left you—barely a yes, not quite a no—but it was all the answer he needed.

He leaned forward, one big hand hooking into the waistband of your thin cotton shorts. His gaze lifted to yours, heavy and unreadable, something dark simmering underneath.

“Lift your hips.”

You obeyed without thinking. He tugged your shorts down, exposing the soft curve of your thighs. You helped, kicking the fabric away somewhere near the couch. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, both hands returning to your hips.

Thick fingers slid under the waistband of your panties. He didn’t rush—just a slow pull downward, baring you to his hungry stare. The fabric clung to your soaked folds as he dragged it down, a thin string of clear arousal stretching before it finally snapped.

Toji exhaled slowly, eyes dropping between your bodies. “Fuck, ma… look at you,” he muttered. “All this for me?”

You nodded, breath shaky. “All for you.”

His hand slipped between your thighs, fingers easily finding your slick. Two of them slid up your slit, spreading your wetness, and a sharp hiss left your lips as your body trembled under his touch.

“Stand up, ma.”

Your legs felt weak, but you did. Toji shifted, bracing his elbow on the couch’s armrest. He made a fist, forearm flexing, veins standing out thick beneath tan skin.

Your mouth went dry at the sight.

“Go on,” he said, almost amused. “Straddle my arm.”

Your heart pounded wildly as you moved, one knee on the couch between his legs, the other balancing on the cushion. You hovered over his arm for a second, glancing at him. He was watching you like a predator—patient, certain.

When you finally lowered yourself onto his forearm, a shudder tore through you. Your thighs trembled as you slowly moved your hips, dragging your bare pussy over the hard line of muscle.

The first pass of your clit over a raised vein made you whimper, eyes squeezing shut as you grabbed his shoulders for balance. Your hips began to move in slow, shaky circles, grinding against the heat and solid muscle beneath you.

Toji’s free hand came up to your back, palm spreading between your shoulder blades, pressing you closer. His arm under you stayed firm and steady, like he was built just for this.

Your slick spread easily, coating his skin, messy and obscene—but he didn’t look away. His eyes only darkened.

“You’re soaking me,” he muttered, almost reverent. “I can feel all of you. This wet just from riding my arm?”

You nodded, unable to speak, rocking faster now—short, needy thrusts of your hips pressing your clit into the thickest part of his forearm. Your nails dug into his shoulders.

The pressure was maddening. His arm was firm, unyielding, the bulge of muscle catching your clit over and over. Pleasure coiled tight in your stomach, building fast.

“I’ve got you,” Toji said quietly, hand sliding down your spine. “Keep going. Use me.”

Something inside you snapped at that.

Your pace turned frantic, grinding in tight, desperate circles until it was almost too much. Your thighs shook violently, barely holding you up—only Toji’s hands kept you steady.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he flexed.

The muscle rippled under you, veins standing out harder, and the sudden change in firmness sent a sharp, blinding jolt through your clit.

A strangled cry left you. “Toji—!”

He smirked faintly. “Like that?” he asked. “Like how I make you feel?”

You nodded helplessly, eyes glassy.

He flexed again—slow, controlled—and pleasure slammed into you. Your whole body trembled, nails scraping his skin.

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice low. “Look at you… so desperate.”

The praise burned through you, heat pooling deep in your core. Your hips rolled faster, chasing the feeling, the world shrinking until there was nothing but his arm between your legs and his hands holding you together.

Your vision blurred, breath breaking into ragged gasps. Tears slipped down your cheeks as the tension wound impossibly tight.

“I’m— I’m gonna—”

“Yeah?” Toji’s eyes locked on yours. “Then do it. Cum on my arm. Let me feel it.”

That was it.

Your hips bucked hard, dragging your slick folds over his flexed muscle as your orgasm crashed through you. A broken cry tore from your throat, your whole body going tight and shaking as wave after wave hit.

Your strength gave out, and Toji slipped his arm free, immediately pulling you down onto his chest. You collapsed against him, boneless, cheek pressed to his shirt.

He wrapped both arms around you, holding you close as your breathing slowly evened out.

A kiss brushed the top of your head, his voice softer now, but still deep and steady.

“Did so good for me,” he murmured. “Always so pretty like this.”

“You’re prettier..” you mumble weakly.

Toji laughs. “I’m going to wake up with more ribbons around me, aren’t I?”

Your sleepy smile was all the confirmation he needed.

a/n: y'all r freaks (same) the first part received so much love I had to lock in and make this one so fast

Thanks for reading!

© cinnywinny 2026 - please do not copy, re-upload and translate my works.

[sinkuna]

୨୧ — “Fuck-“ His rhythm finally faltered, hips stuttering as your cunt clenched and fluttered around his cock, “Gonna -shit- gonna put a brat in this tight little pussy-“

He slammed deep one final time and ground, pelvis crushing against your swollen clit as his cock swelled impossibly harder. You felt the first hot pulse deep in your belly and then he was cumming, thick ropes of his potent seed flooding your insides, filling you up until you swore you could taste him.

He groaned against your throat, hips jerking with each spurt, “Take every- every fucking drop-“

Your walls milked him greedily, squeezing and rippling, dragging out every last bit he had to give. The wet, obscene squelch of his cum being pushed deeper with each shallow thrust made your toes curl, and when his thumb found your clit again -just a lazy, almost accidental brush- another orgasm crested and broke, softer this time, rolling through you in slow, honeyed waves that left you whimpering and boneless.

“Good girl,” he breathed, “Good girl...”

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

His forehead dropped to your shoulder, breath coming in ragged pants against your sweat damp skin. You could feel his heartbeat pounding where your chests pressed together- or maybe that was yours. Hard to tell anymore.

His cock twitched inside you, still half hard, plugging you full. When you clenched weakly around him, he made a soft, almost wounded sound and pressed a kiss to the curve of your neck. Then another to your jaw. Your cheek. The corner of your mouth.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice rough and warm as his hand found yours, fingers threading together against the sheets, “you good?”

You hummed, too blissed out for actual words. He huffed a quiet laugh against your skin -fond, gentle- and shifted just enough to take his weight off you without pulling out.

His thumb traced lazy circles on the back of your hand while his breathing slowly steadied, and the room settled into something soft and warm and quiet.

[rip-cherrys-wrld]

TEDDY BEAR TOJI

summary: in which toji finds that domestic life truly is bliss warnings: 18+, MDNI, domestic fluffy fushiguro family, reader is megumi's mom, p in v sex, shower sex (safety first though, they have grippy ducks in the tub), porn with some plot, toji loves youuuu, fingering (f!receiving), reader gets edged one (1) time a/n: another repost (don't kill me), some of my older stuff just made me cringe to read, but i still loved some of the premises. i like it better now, and i hope you enjoy it :)

“Come get him offa me,” Toji calls out to you when your footsteps reach the end of the stairs. You catch a glimpse of him, and your heart melts at the domestic tranquility. Toji Fushiguro, in all his six-foot-two glory, is sprawled on his back on the sofa with your toddler, Megumi, curled up on his chest. Megumi’s half-covered with his favorite blanket, the other half dangling onto the floor. “I’ve been here for hours, baby, please. Everything’s numb. Damn kid thinks I’m a teddy bear.”

You pause in the room’s entryway for a moment, taking in the tenderness of the scene. Toji, your assassin-turned-loving-husband-and-father and mountain of a man, gently cradling the soon-to-be two-year-old against his bare chest. It's enough to make you misty-eyed. You never thought you'd get this with him.

“C’mon, Gumi. Daddy’s getting old. He’s gotta stretch every so often,” you coo at the small boy before scooping him up into your arms and airplaning him over to the big recliner. You take a seat on the cozy cushion yourself before plopping the boy right into your lap. Megumi wastes no time in cuddling up with the soft fabric of your sweatshirt. The soft material is his favorite, and you realized it a few months ago. Your closet is now filled with shirts of the same fabric.

Toji lets out a half-offended grunt at your teasing as he hauls himself up to his feet. True to your words, he stands up and stretches his back out like a lazy bear shaking off the vestiges of hibernation. The musculature of his body tenses, flexes, and releases under the warm light as he moves. Your eyes linger on Toji's abs stretching taut, but the boy in your lap decides he should be getting all your attention. Not even two seconds later, he’s reaching up and smushing your cheeks with his little hands.

“Mama. Me,” he demands. Your gaze instantly diverts from your husband down to Megumi. Your smile melts into a sweet, honey-like thing that warms you up from the inside.

“I’m looking, Gumi,” you murmur, resting your forehead against the boy’s. “Did you wanna tell me something?”

Megumi yawns and then pokes at the dark circles under your eyes with all the tenderness a toddler can muster, “Sleep.”

“Are you tired, honey? Mama's tired, too. We can take a nap,” you whisper, already lying down on your side. The recliner is huge–big enough to fit you, Toji, and Megumi in it for movie nights. Toji bought it when he found out you were pregnant. Something about the man of the house needing a throne—you tuned him out. Still, you're grateful for it because you’re able to curl up on your side while cocooning Megumi against your chest. His little head fits perfectly under your chin, and his fists grab onto the front of your sweatshirt. He can be so clingy when he wants to be.

Toji watches on from the sidelines, equal parts amused and enthralled. This whole mothering thing came surprisingly naturally to you. Of course, there were bumps in the beginning, but this? The sight of you curled around his son so protectively is enough to melt a heart he long thought frozen solid. 

Toji’s movements are always so silent that you’re surprised to feel the gentle press of his lips against your forehead. He can feel his heart stutter in his chest when both you and Megumi blink big, bleary eyes up at him.

“Go ahead and sleep, you two. I’ll take care of dinner,” he mumbles gruffly. A small nod and the shifting of your body around Megumi’s is all the confirmation he needs before he’s off to the kitchen. 

Lately, you’ve been working more while Toji takes care of things around the house. Toji doesn’t mind, really. He’s done less dignified things for a lot less reward. Lots of people, friends included, have made snide remarks about it all.

'He's a bum.'

'You deserve better.'

'Why does he make you go to work?'

'Didn't you say he used to be a gambler? How do you know what he does all day?'

Toji being a stay-at-home dad is one thing, but a lot of people are a bit more judgmental when you add in the fact that he’s also given up his family name. It gets under Toji’s skin sometimes, but he just takes another glance at you and Megumi laughing together. He’d do every single depraved and wretched thing he’s ever done all over again if it meant getting to end up with you two. You're the loves of his life, his reason for living, and all his passion wrapped up in one.

Because of that, though, you’ve been getting less sleep. You keep insisting on staying up with Megumi after you come home to give Toji some alone time, but he just wants you to rest tonight. Besides, he’s becoming quite the chef. He'd never thought about cooking before. Being a hitman doesn't really allow for that kind of luxury. The motivation to learn came easily during your pregnancy, and he's found that he enjoys cooking and being able to make yummy, nutritious meals for you and his son. There's nothing quite like the satisfied smile on your face after you've eaten one of his meals.

About thirty minutes later, you’re awoken by Megumi accidentally kicking you in the ribs. He had just been shifting around in his sleep, but the action woke both of you up. You trade accusatory looks with the toddler before his tongue sticks out in a show of defiance. 

Toji hears a loud squeal from the kitchen and decides to check on the two of you. You sometimes have a habit for smothering Megumi when you nap with him. The sight that greets him is enough to make his heart flutter in that broad chest of his. Megumi’s giggling and thrashing in your hold while you tickle his tummy and pretend to gnaw on his hand. 

"Nom nom…hey, you’re pretty tasty, Gumi. I should get daddy to put you into a soup!” you tease him. 

Megumi squeaks indignantly, and Toji clears his throat from the doorway.

“You two havin’ fun in here while I slave away in the kitchen?” he asks dryly, a hint of humor in his bored voice that only you could ever pick up on. The tender look on his face betrays his true feelings. There’s a twinkle in his eyes that makes your heart soft.

“Mm-hmm. You know it. We're just two bums. Grifters, even." You and Megumi give him twin smiles.

An almost imperceptible grin quirks the corners of Toji’s lips up. You’ve always loved the way his scar moves when he smiles. He’d never admit it, but it’s something that he gets a little insecure about. It’s hidden under layers of nonchalance, but that insecurity, the small voices in his head telling him that he’ll never be good enough for anything or anyone, is still in there deep down. 

Without another word, you’ve got Megumi in your arms again, and you head into the kitchen. Megumi is plopped down onto the kitchen island with a quiet whine and some grabby hands shot in your direction. You sidle right up next to Toji and duck your head under his arm to peek at what he’s making. 

“That looks good, honey,” you murmur. You sneak a kiss to his chest before retreating back to Megumi’s side. The boy has already found entertainment in playing with a few stray grains of rice on the counter. 

“Thanks, sugar. I have keep my lady and my boy well-fed, don’t I? You might get an upgrade otherwise.”

You laugh and help Megumi chuck a grain of rice at his back, “Upgrades aren’t covered on my data plan, I'll have you know. Not until I pay off the lease on my original model, anyway.”

Toji snorts, and the stray rice is swept away by one of his strong hands, “Noted.”

There’s a moment of warm silence that’s interrupted by the soft beeping of the rice cooker. Toji flicks it off and begins crumbling some nori into the fresh rice. You get an idea and reach out to poke Megumi’s chubby cheek.

“Hey, Gumi. You wanna help Daddy and stir the rice?” 

Megumi, who was previously invested in chewing on the strings of your sweatshirt, nods solemnly.

“Yeah! Help Daddy!” he exclaims, his little hands reaching out for the rice bowl. You shoot Toji a playful look. He hands you the bowl and a wooden spoon with his own look that says, ‘If he gets rice everywhere, you’re going to be the one cleaning it up.’ 

You pass the bowl off into Megumi’s eager hands, watching as he begins to clumsily stir the rice. A big clump of rice threatens to spill out of the bowl, but you manage to push it back down before it can hit the floor. You hear a sigh from your right, and you shoot Toji a sheepish look.

“Woah, Megs…let me help you, okay?” your gentle hand settles over Megumi’s, and you help guide him to stir the rice in a more controlled fashion. “There we go…now it’s all nice and mixed up.”

Megumi beams up at you and then, in true toddler form, he shoves his hand down into the bowl, scoops up a handful of rice, and begins eating it from his palm. Your expression drops into something between distress and incredulity. Toji just laughs.

“Yeah, that’s my boy, alright.”

Bolstered by his father’s words, Megumi begins eating a second handful of rice. He’s got grains stuck all on his cheeks and a few have managed to get onto his socked feet. An exasperated sigh leaves you, and you delicately snatch the bowl away from Megumi.

“No more before dinner time, okay? Don’t want you getting a tummy ache.”

Megumi, ever the resolute toddler, nods and goes back to chewing on his rice. The second you turn to put the rice bowl back onto the counter, though, Toji’s feeding the boy a piece of the chicken katsu he’d just finished cutting up. You shoot him an exasperated look and shake your head.

Dinner goes off without a hitch, and, soon enough, you’re tucking Megumi into bed for the night. You depart from his bedside with a kiss to his forehead while Toji flicks the lights off. The second Megumi’s bedroom door clicks shut, Toji’s crowding you from behind and groping your ass.

His head dips down, lips brushing the side of your neck, “Hey, sugar. Why don’t you come shower with me? Take a little break.

A shudder rips through you,goosebumps prickling your skin. You’ve always been sensitive to Toji, and his hard chest pressed right up against your back is no exception. His right hand travels up to rest just over your ribcage.

“I’ll behave,” he coos.

Yeah, this? This is not behaving. Toji’s left hand is wrapped around your throat, tilting your head back against his collarbone while his soapy right hand gropes your tit under the guise of “cleaning” you. 

“Pretty fuckin’ thing,” he mumbles into your shoulder. Damp, navy blue strands of hair stick to your jaw as he trails his lips over the surface of your shoulder. Toji lets the water rinse off the soap before he leans over and sucks your puffy nipple into his mouth. 

A quiet mewl squeezes its way out of you, and Toji flicks his tongue over the peaked flesh in response. Toji grunts as he manhandles your body back against his. It sends a shiver down your spine that the warm water flowing over the two of you holds no effect over. His left hand travels down from your throat, between the valley of your breasts, and comes to a stop at your side, just so his fingers can dig into the swell of your hip.

“C’mere, baby. Toji’s got ya. You’re not getting away from me,” he murmurs. Toji always acts greedy. He is greedy. He’s also half-convinced that you could walk away from him at any point, so every time he gets the chance to sink his fingers into the doughy flesh of your thighs is just another chance for him to exercise that greed.

His left hand reaches down between your thighs, and two of his thick fingers spread your sticky folds apart. His fingers slide all over cunt, rememorizing the shape of your folds and every contour that makes you unique. He's a little freak about it, but he's all yours. The tip of his finger rubs feather-light circles over your clit, too much and yet nowhere near enough. Toji knows it's not enough. He just lives to see you squirm.

He gets his wish when you start aimlessly grinding your soft ass back on him. His erection has been poking at your lower back since you bent over to get the water started. Even in the shower, Toji can feel your slick gathering on his shaft every time your ass circles back against him.

“Thaaat’s it, baby. Just like that…don't stop,” he chuckles. His right hand lifts up to tilt your head back in the same moment that one of his feet kicks yours farther apart. His shoulder hunch, bending over to get nose-to-nose with you. “There you are, pretty girl. Open for me.”

You do as he asks easily, you pretty lips parting just for him. They’re shiny and slick from the shower, only getting messier as Toji pulls you into a filthy kiss. Every time he kisses you, it feels like the world stops and holds it’s breath. He’s never shy when he slides his tongue into your mouth, always seeking and exploring like he's trying to make you his from the inside out. The taste of you grounds him. He’s got his left hand grabbing you just under your jaw to keep your head in place while he explores your mouth, applying just enough pressure to distract you from what his sneaky fingers are doing between your thighs. 

The hot, wet pressure of his tongue sliding against yours is already enough to make your head spin, but the feeling is compounded when he suddenly sinks two fingers deep inside you. Toji grins against your mouth at the squeal you let out. He parts from your face just enough to look into your lidded eyes. The hand not currently exploring your cunt from the inside out slides up to squish your cheeks.

“You like that, huh? Aren't you going to tell me how much?” A feral grin distorts the scar on the corner of his lips when you defiantly shake your head. “Eh, don’t worry, sugar. I’ll fuck some honesty into you.”

His fingers pick up their pace, scissoring and twisting inside you. His fingers are so thick that you can feel each individual knuckle, even more so when he decides to curl them up into your g-spot. A cry tears out of your throat, but the sound of it is swallowed up by the cascade of water coming out of the shower head. His hand is moving at near-superhuman speed, simply because Toji loves seeing your eyes roll back into your head. The pleasure is nearly blinding, building and swirling deep in your gut, tightening in your core, almost bursting–

And then nothing. Toji roughly pulls his fingers out of your core and pushes you forward with a strong hand on your upper back. Your hands slam onto the wall to keep yourself upright. Your thighs are already trembling, and you’re not certain if you’re more embarrassed that you’re this wrecked from Toji fingering you or by the fact that Toji’s fat tip is leaking precum onto the arch of your back. 

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Toji grunts. He ruts against your ass a few more times before angling his cock down against your pussy. The stimulation is enough to make you whine and try to squirm away from him. Toji tuts and snakes his arms around your waist like iron bands, “Nice try, sugar. I told you. You’re not getting away tonight.”

Toji grinds against you a few more times, slapping the heavy head of his cock against your clit twice for good measure. Once he’s fully coated in you, he starts pushing in. He loves watching the way your pussy eats his cock up like it’s a gourmet meal. It's something he'll never get tired of seeing.

He lets out a low groan as he bends down over you, shoving his tip right up against the gummy sweet spot near your cervix. His big hand brushes your wet hair onto one shoulder, and he presses feathery kisses to the nape of your neck. You never really understood the sentiment of “feeling like coming home when you’re with your partner” until you met Toji. Home is the way his hands settle on your waist after a long night. Home is the way he kisses you like you’re made of glass.

Home is the way his arms tighten and lift you up off the shower floor before he starts fucking you so deep you see stars. Your arms and legs dangle uselessly as he keeps you pinned against him. He’s got one arm right under your belly, and the other one keeps your chest propped up. It's an obscene show of his strength, but you've always known that your husband is abnormally strong. It still has your pussy fluttering around him, though.

His cock has the perfect angle to hit your sweet spot over and over again, gravity making slide right back down his cock every time he pulls out of you. 

“Fuck, fuck, Toji, oh my god–don’t stop,” you whine into the shower wall. You can feel your brain actively shutting down as it gets flooded with oxytocin. The pleasure is almost too much, setting your skin on fire until you can feel it all the way down to your toes.

“See, baby? Told you I’d–shit–fuck some honesty into ya. Hah…” Toji’s words are a low growl pressed right between your shoulder blades. He’s never been more thankful for having to install those grippy ducks on the bottom of the shower than he is right now. 

“Yeahhh, take it for me. So good for me. Love you so much. Shit, your pussy’s so perfect,” he groans. The way your bodies play into each other is almost maddening. Each squeeze of your gummy walls makes his cock throb, and every time he pulses inside you, you clench down on him involuntarily. “Mm-hmm…little more, baby. I can feel you getting tighter. You wanna cum for me?”

You let out a little wail and nod frantically. Toji’s still hitting your g-spot, and the way his balls slap against your clit rhythmically is good enough to make your toes curl. Toji can’t tell if the wetness on your face is from tears or the shower anymore.

“Yes! Yes, fuck, please make me cum, Ji–”

Toji cuts you off by squeezing your throat lightly, “Never gotta say please with me, princess. You know I’ll give it to you.”

That promise is enough to have you clamping down on his cock and gushing around him as your orgasm washes over you. Your legs thrash uselessly in the air, your eyes rolling back into your head as Toji keeps you speared on his cock. The aftershocks are stupidly intense as Toji keeps rutting into you. He’s groaning louder now, too, spurred on by the fact that you once told him he sounds pretty when he cums. If that wasn't enough, you can feel his cock starting to twitch inside you, too.

“Mm, want me to fill you up, baby?” he grunts against your back. “See if I can make you a mama again?”

You must’ve managed to nod in your delirious state because soon enough, Toji’s thrusts falter. He empties himself inside you, pelvis flush against the red skin of your ass. He stays there for a few moments before slowly pulling out and setting you back on your feet. Even the sensation of the rough adhesive ducks makes your overly sensitive nervous system twitch.

“You’re so tired, aren’t you?” Toji asks, his voice gentle despite being worn raw from moaning. He helps you stand back up and brushes wet strands of hair out of your face, strong arm supporting your weight. His free hand alternates between stroking your cheek and rubbing soothing circles into your lower back. “I’ll get you cleaned up. Don’t even worry about it.”

Thirty minutes later, you’re curled up in Toji’s lap on your big bed. He’s got you in one of his old, worn shirts, tucked up in his arms while he spoon feeds you ice cream. There’s some kind of trashy reality show playing on the TV, but the two of you are completely wrapped up in each other. 

Your hands are resting on the curve of Toji's spine. You snuck them up under the hem of his shirt the second he sat down behind you. A content hum slips out of your chest when Toji’s fingers, once used for unspeakable violence, settle into your hair for a scalp massage. He feeds you another spoonful of ice cream, and you plant another little kiss over his heart. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement. 

Megumi’s still tucked away, cozy and snoring in his bed, and you’re right here, safe and sound in his arms. Toji doesn’t mind any snide comments he gets from strangers about your relationship dynamics. He doesn’t care if he still gets messages from past acquaintances claiming that he’s gone soft, telling him that they're still waiting when he's ready to get back in the game.

The truth is that he has gone soft. But if softness means he gets to keep the two most valuable people in his life safe, he’d gladly turn into a damn teddy bear. His eyes drift down to your now-sleeping form cradled against his chest. 

Huh.

Maybe he already is one. 

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SHARING IS CARING !

synopsis on a night out with his girlfriend, toji runs into sukuna, his best friend from his college days. and when sukuna finds out about you, toji quickly learns that old habits die hard.

warnings 18+ mdni teasing, fingering, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeruism, public sex, pet names (doll, dollface, baby), praise, creampie, non-monogamy, naoya cameo

a/n art by @/su2kuna on x! started this fic months ago and finally got inspired to finish it so yay. if this gets a content label im blowing up tumblr hq

you're adding the finishing touches to your makeup and doing the final checks of your outfit in the mirror when toji peeks his head in the door. he has that look on his face— the one he wears when he has regretful news and is trying to gauge what kind of mood you're in before he breaks it to you.

you sigh dramatically, looking up at him in the mirror. "spit it out."

"do i have to go?"

you spin around to stare at him directly, mouth pulled into a straight line, eyes slightly narrowed. "yes, toji. you promised me you would, and we're already late."

"sure you wanna have an old man hangin' around you and your friends?” he shuffles, arms crossing over his chest as he leans a shoulder up against your doorframe. “y'know, cramping your style or whatever."

a laugh escapes you, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes when he quickly tacked on that last part.

"no one says that. and you're not that old." you stand and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "they all want to meet you, it'll be fun!" you reassure him, rubbing your thumb across his nape. "pleaseeee?"

his hands come to rest on your hips, pulling you closer, and you know you've already won. because how can he say no when you beg him so sweetly in that soft voice of yours, looking up at him through your pretty lashes. 

"alright, alright, fine." he grumbles, but you can see the smirk playing at the corner of his mouth when you lean up on your tip toes, pressing your lips to his.

the kiss is soft. or at least, it starts that way.

but then toji's on the move. rough hands give your waist a quick pinch before sliding slowly down your back. he deepens it, mouth pressing to yours with more hunger, moving faster, stronger. you feel that familiar tingling sensation in your lower stomach when he gives your ass a soft smack, soothing it with a tender squeeze after.

"or…" he mumbles against you, "we could both jus' stay in."

you should've known.

breaking away from him, you shoot him a glare that just makes him chuckle. it's not intimidating in the least, but he knows you're serious. so, with one last peck, he finally turns to grab his shoes.

maybe it'll be fun.

by the time you and toji arrive at the pregame, everyone's already a few drinks in. they're talking quickly, interrupting one another and barking out sharp laughs at stupid jokes until they hear the door being pushed open, the sound of two sets of footsteps joining the group.

the chatter quiets down, everyone waiting to finally see your mysterious and elusive older boyfriend who they'd heard so much about. and when toji walks in behind you with a deadpan expression on his face and a 6 pack of beer in his hand, there's a stretch of silence.

until shoko breaks it.

"this is the man who's almost forty?" 

you cringe at that, not needing to look to know that toji's eye is probably twitching, there may even be a vein bulging in his forehead— he always hated when you brought up that next big milestone, even if he was still a few years away from it.

"shit, i hope i look that good too." leave it to shoko to know how to ease the tension, even if she didn't realize she was the one that caused it.

you smile widely, lifting a hand to give toji a hard slap on the back, "he's a handsome old man, isn't he?" you tease, pretending you can't feel the way toji's glare is now burning a hole into the side of your face.

there's a little snort from across the room as satoru tries— and fails— to stifle a laugh at your relationship's dynamic. you clearly love to mess with toji, each little joke doing nothing to hide the obvious age gap between you two. each tease leaves him standing next to you, unamused, as you grin mischievously.

"you're pushin' it," he warns, leaning down to your height before turning his attention back to the room, slapping you on the back this time, "now quit being impolite— gonna introduce us or what?"

he'll scold you and try to rein you back in a bit when you're teasing him, but you just ignore it. there's no real bite to his words. it's just that instinctual kind of reaction that you get from a man his age when people are messing around a bit too much. 

he's well aware that he's a good amount older than you and he knew what he was signing up for when he'd asked you out, so he can never find it in himself to really care.

"everyone, this is toji," you state, hand palm-up, motioning to him beside you. "toji, this is everyone." you complete your very helpful introduction with a sweeping gesture of your hand across the room.

toji sighs, walking to set the beer down on the island with the rest of the drinks. "don't bitch at me the next time i don't remember anyone's names. 's not my fault at this point."

the pregame wrapped up shortly after you and toji arrived, everyone eager to get to the club early so they could snag an open table. 

you huddle close to toji in the line, chatting nonstop with shoko until the bouncer cuts in, asking to check IDs and bags. heat spills out into the cold air, wafting across your face as the heavy metal of the door scrapes along the asphalt when your party is allowed in.

the music is loud, the kind you feel more in your body from the bass than anything else, the kind that leaves your ears ringing at the end of a good night. the smell of sweat and cheap cologne is suffocating, more so than the humidity that never seems to leave an establishment like this one.

you slip your hand into toji's, tugging him along as you follow the group. half of them split off to get drinks from the bar, the rest of you claiming one of the last available booths for your group.

before you can sit down, toji pulls you closer to him, hand wrapping around your waist, lips brushing the curve of your ear. 

"i'll be back," you turn to flash him a pout, his heart tugging at the look on your face, the way you hate being separated from him even though you know he's not going far. "just gettin' our drinks, dollface." and like that, your expression is replaced with an appreciative grin.

he leaves you with a pat on your ass, turning to make his way towards the closest bar— luckily the one with the shortest line.

toji's tapping his foot, waiting for the bartender to return with his drinks when a heavy arm drapes across his shoulders. before he can get defensive, a voice rings out above the music.

"long time, no see."

he spins around to be met with a familiar face, riddled with ink, and sporting deep crimson eyes.

"no fuckin' way," toji chuckles.

there's a shit-eating grin on sukuna's face as the two old friends reunite. "you haven't changed a bit. still look like ass."

"fuck off, you even shower today?" toji shoots back, eyes sweeping over sukuna's hair with scrutiny. "anyways, what're you doing here?" he asks genuinely.

"could ask you the same thing," sukuna muses, slapping toji firmly on the back before pulling away.

"i'm here with my girl."

sukuna's smirk widens, "oh, yeah?"

toji knows where this is going. flashbacks from college flick through his mind as he remembers the two of them sharing beers, joints, women. 

whatever one of them had, the other did too.

"it's not like that with this one, she's different," toji protests lightly, but the glint in his eyes is telling a different story, one of old habits that never really died. 

there’s a whisper of untruth in his voice as his memories switch to images of you. of him talking about his college days, his old best friend. images of you asking to see pictures, and your sweet voice ringing out wait, toji, he's hot, when he showed you.

"which one is she?"

toji scans the room, extending a finger when he finds you to point you out among your friends in the booth you're sitting at. 

"over there, in the skirt." 

there's a beat of silence, both men raking over your figure with hungry eyes, tracing up the length of your legs to where your skirt is riding up, just barely reaching below your ass as you lean over the table to listen to something shoko is telling you.

"pretty little thing," sukuna finally speaks up, and toji grunts in response. "looks a bit young for you though. sure you got the right girl?" he teases, knowing he's the same age, and toji shoots him a side-eyed glance that expresses that exact sentiment. but sukuna just laughs, that sharp deep laugh that he's always had. "well, you two have fun. i'm sure i'll see you both later."

sukuna's words carry a weight that leaves them echoing inside toji's mind as he grabs your drinks and makes his way back to you, his pants feeling a little tight now.

you scoot over to make room for toji when he arrives at the table, but it's not neatly enough. he's halfway falling off the bench and with a huff of exasperation, he picks you up like you're weightless and plops you right back down onto his lap, earning him a yelp.

"toji! a little warning next time."

he just chuckles, "alright, my bad."

“so…” satoru clears his throat loudly, interrupting the moment before it even starts. "wanna play kings or something? i brought cards."

"of course you did." shoko says, rolling her eyes. 

satoru was always the one who liked to do more than sit around and talk, always offering up the idea of a game or asking to dance. but everyone still agrees, excited for a drinking game to keep the buzz going until the club starts to fill up.

you're trying to focus on the rules being explained to you, really, but it's difficult with toji's bulge pressing into your lower back. and each time it's your turn, he adjusts himself in his seat, subtle to all but you. every little movement of his hips sends a shiver through your body, a wave of heat to your core.

it's innocent to onlookers— he's just trying to get comfortable, trying to make sure you're comfortable too with the tight seating.

but you know better.

you know toji, and with toji, it's never innocent. 

he's toying with you, trying to get a rise out of you right there at the table. so when it's your turn to draw a card again, you decide to you'll play too. 

hips pushing down onto his lap, you arch, leaning forward more than necessary. a ghost of a smile graces your lips when you feel the way he tenses beneath you, his thighs twitching ever so slightly. and when you sit back down, you make sure it's not without a minuscule roll of your hips against the tent in his pants.

toji's hand comes down to your waist, squeezing tightly, fingers digging into your flesh. you can't see it now, but you're sure his jaw is just as stiff, teeth clenched tight as he holds you in place.

breathing steadily through his nose, toji fights to maintain his composure. but fuck— with the way your skirt is riding up, the fabric barely on your legs, starting to bunch up around your hips— he’s really not sure how much longer he can keep up appearances around your friends.

a hand slides lower, coming to rest on your thigh as you wiggle slightly in toji's grasp.

"quit it." he's terse, his voice low in your ear as his hand grips the hem of your skirt, trying and failing to tug it slightly down your thighs.

it's not that he cares if you're wearing something short or showing some skin— actually, he's very much in favor of that— but right now, as he's sitting at a table with your friends that he's met for the first time tonight, it's killing him.

he's trying to have some decorum, and you make it so fucking hard.

"i gotta piss," toji grunts, picking you up again and helping you stand as he moves to get up.

smoothing out your skirt, you pretend you're unfazed by the abrupt movement, fighting to keep back a smile as you tell him to "have fun." your boyfriend just rolls his eyes at that before turning away, hand coming down to adjust the bulge in his pants as he makes his way across the floor.

your eyes slide to the table, seeing the empty glasses where you were sitting, and you decide you may as well make your own trip while you're up.

"i'm gonna get some more drinks for us, i'll be right back," you address no one in particular, your friends all muttering a quick reply as you head back to the bar.

the club was a lot busier now, a crowd of bodies swarming around you, elbows jutting into your side and shoulders bumping into your back. the once quick trip to the bar has become a journey as you fight your way through the masses so you can get in line.

it's warmer, the body heat radiating off those next to you drawing a small sweat to your forehead as you seek to make eye contact with one of the bartenders. eventually, one of them sees you, giving you a nod and motioning for you to order.

your hands on the countertop, you're leaning over on your tip-toes. you're trying to get closer to the bartender as he lends you his ear, needing to shout over the music and chatter around you.

"double vodka soda and an old fashioned, please."

and just as you're opening your purse and reaching for your wallet, you're tapped on the shoulder. 

you spin around, expecting toji to be behind you, only to be met with brown eyes and blonde hair— bleached blonde hair. and he definitely didn't know what toner was.

"let me get that for you," he starts, holding up his own card.

you shrug, quick to close your purse again. if he really wanted to buy your drinks then you weren't going to protest. you knew toji wouldn't either, that man loves a free drink.

actually, he loves a free anything— but that's beside the point.

mustering up your best fake smile, you clasp your hands together, "really? thank you so much!"

"sure,” the arrogant smirk that seems to be permanent on the man's face widens. “so, what's your—"

when the bartender returns with your drinks and the stranger’s card, you grab the glasses quickly and turn to leave. 

"thanks for the drink! have a nice night."

if only it were that easy.

a firm hand around your arm stops you, tugging you back in front of the man who paid for you. "the hell? i just bought your drink, can't i at least get your number?"

you shake your head, "no, i've got a boyfriend."

his smirk falters at that, eyes quickly searching around behind you before settling back on your body, trailing over it. his gaze lingers on your chest, sending a wave of discomfort through you as you gently try to pull your arm away from him.

"no guy would let their girl go out dressed like that," he tugs you closer, the stench of his cologne wafting into your nose.

god damn, where is toji? 

you sigh internally, thinking about how difficult it was just to get to the bar, you can't imagine having to go all the way to the bathrooms and back. he's probably still squeezing his way through the crowd, and he might not even swing by the bar.

"well, he came here with me," you argue back, still trying to put some distance between you two.

"really? i don't see anyone here with you—"

"there you are, you got our drinks?"

another hand has now wrapped around your other arm, not needing to pull you away for the stranger to finally let go of you.

you turn quickly, unfamiliar with the voice that just addressed you so casually.

"and who the fuck are you?" he spits, crimson eyes narrowed down at the blonde man. 

you were about to ask him that.

hands up in surrender, the problem backs away, "my fault man, didn't know she was taken."

"that's crazy because she just fuckin' told you she was."

you're staring up at your new stranger, racking your brain for where you've seen him before. 

he's got such a distinct look you can't believe you don't remember where you know him from. tattoos stretching across his body, his face, silver piercings on his nose and lips.

sharp jawline, big nose— he was hot. you'd definitely remember if you'd met him somewhere.

"keep staring and i might tell toji you're comin' on to me."

his voice pulls you from your thoughts. that's how you've seen him before.

"you're sukuna, right?"

a sly grin splits his lips, tongue darting out to lick them. "that's right."

your wrist still in his hold, his thumb traces lightly along your skin, drawing goosebumps to the surface. you know you should pull away from him too, but you can't bring yourself to with the way he presses on your pulse point, gently squeezing your wrist. "let's get you back to toji, yeah?"

"i heard my name." speak of the devil. "what's goin' on here?"

shit, this probably looks bad.

and before you can get a word out, sukuna's already answered. "just protecting my girl from other men," sukuna shrugs, hand disconnecting from your arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you up against his side.

this fucking guy.

"i'm not—" you start before getting cut off.

"oh yeah?" toji muses, reaching for his drink which you hand to him, his eyes flitting between you and sukuna.

"yeah, but we're about to go dance." sukuna plucks your drink from your other hand, giving that one to toji too.

"mmm, i see," toji's gaze settles on you, eyes searching yours, communicating silently before he continues.

he sees the way you've already relented in sukuna's hold, your body shifted towards his as you're standing closer together.

"then at least put on a nice show."

with that you're being dragged away, feet stumbling behind sukuna as he leads you to the dance floor. toji is following closely behind, only parting ways to take a seat in a corner booth near the floor.

you don't have time to think much about it— if this is really okay, or if toji is going to be upset. he's never been a jealous type, but still you're unsure. sukuna was so bold, his words teasing but carrying the weight of genuine attraction.

"c'mere," sukuna's hands rest on your hips, spinning you around until your back is flush against his chest.

you gasp at the sudden contact, the heat radiating off his body enveloping you as he keeps you pressed up against him. he's unhurried, guiding your hips easily, side to side as he moves with you.

the bass thumps in your ears, colorful lights flashing and distorting the scenes around you as you scan the room, vision finally narrowing in on toji in his booth.

it's not too far but the lights barely reach it, making him difficult to see but now that you know he's there, you can tell he's looking at you.

drink in his hand, he raises the glass to his lips, eyes locked on you and his friend behind you. there's a familiar ache building between your legs as your mind rushes over the last interaction with them, the look toji gave you just before sukuna led you away, the way he was teasing you earlier when you were on his lap.

testing the waters you roll your hips back, ass pressing against sukuna's crotch as his hands tighten on your waist.

"careful," sukuna warns before grinding up against you.

a sigh slips past your lips at the feeling of his growing bulge sitting against your ass. 

he's shameless, pulling you back to meet his movements as he ruts against you, making sure you can feel the way his cock hardens in his pants.

but it's not like you're any better. 

you feel like a virgin— you've done nothing but dance with the man and you can feel your panties are already wet. your slick coats the gusset of the flimsy fabric as your core twists with each movement.

rough hands slide along your hips, down towards your thighs. sukuna reaches for the sides of your ass, fingers dipping under your skirt to grope at the fat, kneading and spreading your cheeks apart as you continue to grind back against him.

fuck, toji has told him a bit about your relationship before, so he knew you weren't a prude, but this?

you'd probably let him fuck you right here in the club.

fingertips drifting along your skin, a shiver runs through your body and you can feel the rumble in sukuna's chest as he laughs behind you at the reaction.

he's so close. tracing along the tops of your thighs under your skirt, just barely grazing the lace of your panties. you don't care that there's people dancing behind you, blissfully unaware of what's happening between you and sukuna, you need more.

you wiggle your hips, head craning to look back up at sukuna who's towering behind you as you try to urge him to keep going.

his hands stay put, not drifting any nearer to where you're nearly dripping and choosing instead to stay pressed against your pelvis, toying with the fabric of your underwear.

"need something?" sukuna asks, tone innocent as he pulls on the elastic before letting it snap back against your skin.

you jolt at the slight sting, a small moan escaping you and making sukuna's cock jump. 

you were going to be fun.

brows furrowed and eyes pleading, you grind harder against him— hoping he'll get the message.

and you think he's going to give you what you want when you feel one of his hands sliding further, brushing along the front of your panties. your breath hitches when you feel his fingers inch lower, threatening to dip between your thighs which you part ever so slightly.

sukuna grins at that, lips twitching upwards at how pliant you are. spreading your legs for him here, next to all these strangers and in front of your boyfriend because you need him to touch you that badly.

his grin only widens when he sees the pout on your lips when he retracts his hand just before reaching the apex of your thighs.

"what's wrong?" sukuna coos, relishing in the frustration starting to seep into your expression.

toji knows that look. he can see exactly what face you're making from where he's sitting, drink in one hand while the other palms at his crotch.

your bottom lip jutted out and eyebrows knit together as you frown up at sukuna. the look you get on your face when you're starting to get desperate.

he can't help but press harder against his pants, craving the friction to ease some of the throbbing in his cock as toji thinks about you.

thinks about all the times you've looked at him that way, always just before you start begging for him to touch you, taste you, fuck you. you didn't care as long as you had your clit played with and your cunt stuffed full. 

needy little thing.

fuck, and it’s not like he wasn't always feeling the same way. he was constantly fighting to keep it together just to hear that one word falling from your pretty lips—

"please," you gasp, head lolling back and resting on sukuna's shoulder as you nudge your nose against his neck. his cologne is musky, the warm scent guiding you deeper into his grasp as his fingers press into your skin.

he didn't even need to ask and you're already here begging him. sukuna's eyes shut for a moment, chest filling with air as he inhales deeply, curbing his own arousal with sheer willpower.

"please what, baby?"

"just need you, please— anything," you speak softly. you know he can hear you, his hips stuttering, pressing harder against your ass.

"tell me how badly you need me," sukuna replies, voice tense as he finally reaches between your legs.

your hips jerk at the feeling of his touch, his fingers prodding at your clothed sex. a low groan resounds behind you when he feels how wet you are.

"so badly, please sukuna— wanna feel good, please."

"fuck, you're soaked down here. you always get this wet?"

you feel your cheeks flush, remembering something similar coming from toji at the beginning of your relationship.

head nodding, you reply silently, earning you another groan when two fingers hook into your panties and tug them aside.

"fuckin’ perfect," sukuna grunts, the pads of his fingers sliding between your folds, collecting your slick before drifting upwards.

bottom lip worried between your teeth you bite back a moan when he finds your clit, all puffy and sensitive with your arousal as he brushes over it.

the slightest contact sending shockwaves coursing through you as your hands reach back to grip his t-shirt.

"so responsive. sensitive, baby?"

you nod again, giving sukuna a little mhm which you're not even sure he catches. but he already knew what the answer would be.

fingers pressing harder, he rubs tight little circles around the bud and you can't hold back your moan this time. soft and honeyed, the sound reaches sukuna's ears and he's addicted instantly. desperate to hear more, his fingers work you faster.

toji exhales, long and slow at the sight before him. his drink long forgotten, there's a ring of condensation around the bottom as he fumbles with his belt.

sukuna's hands are under your skirt and he’s watching you with lidded eyes. toji can see the way your legs are shifting, your head bent back and mouth parted. you're facing him, but unaware of his gaze as you lose yourself in the pleasure you're getting from sukuna.

he wasn't sure at first if you would be open to doing this— to letting him share you— but he should have known.

metal belt buckle clinking, toji finally gets it undone and reaches for his zipper. he tugs it down and shimmies his pants and briefs down over his ass, just enough to free his cock. 

aching, he can feel the blood pumping through it, the angry tip already leaking pre before he even wraps his hand around it.

you don't notice, but sukuna does.

he sees the way his friend is leaning back against the booth, one arm resting on the table and the other underneath it.

he sees the way his friend—your boyfriend—is smirking, gaze filled with lust as he watches your legs start to shake.

your breathing is faster and you can feel your orgasm approaching, your pussy clamping down around nothing until sukuna stops. fingers pulling away from your clit and drawing a whine from you as your eyes glare up at him.

"not yet," sukuna drawls, the hand on your hip pushing you forward to create enough space between the two of you so he can unzip his own pants, "need to feel that pussy cum on my cock."

toji groans, hand jerking his cock languidly— sukuna's seriously going to fuck you here? his grip tightens, wrist twisting as he pumps himself to the view of you, the thought of you being filled to the brim by his best friend in the middle of the dance floor.

your stomach flips, an ounce of awareness flowing back into you as your climax starts to fade away. 

your head lifts up, eyes gazing around you, now hyper-aware of what toji was just thinking about. sukuna is seriously planning on fucking you right here and now, when anyone who's just not drunk enough, not distracted enough, could take one look and know exactly what was going on.

"w-wait, are you sure— oh god, fuck-"

flipping the back of your skirt up, sukuna wastes no time slipping his cock between your thighs. the shaft sits in your panties, gliding between your lips as he presses his hips back against your ass. the head catches on the soiled fabric, precum joining the arousal that’s already dampened it. 

you're immediately grinding back onto him, feeling each vein and the mushroom tip rubbing along your cunt as you leak onto him, juices coating his length.

that's all it took for you to forget about your surroundings again. not a worry on your mind, just cock-drunk and desperate as you reach between your legs. soft fingers wrapping gently around him, sukuna twitches in your hand, needing to bite down on his lip to keep from cumming right then and there.

you're up on your tip-toes again, trying to guide him towards your entrance, fumbling around until you're able to feel the tip of his cock prodding at your hole.

"fuck baby, you're gonna kill me," sukuna groans, rolling his hips, a strangled sound following his words when he feels the head push past that ring of resistance and finally slip inside. 

and god, you were so fucking tight. he should have fingered you before. slipped two, maybe three inside your pussy, curling and pumping them in and out of you to stretch you open. but he couldn't wait any longer.

your nails dig into the skin on his hips as you grip onto him for stability, the head alone already feeling like it's splitting you in half. you don't know how you're going to take all of him.

eyes clamped shut, you let out a shaky exhale. "too big— 's not gonna fit."

"it'll fit, but you gotta relax for me," sukuna coos, voice soft despite fighting the urge to slam himself into you, burying himself in one fluid motion.

instead, he reaches back around, giving attention to your clit once more. rubbing you in the way you like, he works you over while pressing deeper inside, inch by inch as your pussy gets wetter for him.

"thaaat's it, see how well you're takin' me?"

his praise makes your core tighten, heat rising to your cheeks as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. you don't even realize you've been holding your breath until you feel sukuna bottom out, the two of you releasing a collective moan.

toji's jaw is tight, teeth clenched as his chest heaves, his own orgasm building. 

you're both hot, and he can't deny how good you look together. sukuna’s arm around your waist, holding you close to him while the other is still under your skirt. your lips plant slow, wet kisses to the side of sukuna's neck and he tilts his head, jawline on display as he gives you better access to his throat.

red irises find green ones, the two men unable to break eye contact as you worship sukuna with your mouth and with your pussy that's wrapped tight and fluttering around him, clenching when he starts to move. 

he doesn't look away while he pulls his hips back, his length dragging along your gummy walls until only half of him is still inside you. he doesn't look away from toji when he thrusts back inside, a sharp snap of his hips that makes your tits bounce and your eyes slide shut.

allowing the saliva to gather in his mouth, toji finally breaks eye contact, just for a moment to let his spit fall, the fat glob landing right on the tip of his cock.

"fuuuck," sukuna groans, low and hungry as he sets a steady pace.

he wishes he could fuck into you without restraint, at whatever pace he wants in whatever position he wants— but he can't. forced to hold back so you're less likely to get caught, rutting into you with lazy thrusts as his fingers continue rubbing tight circles on your clit.

you can taste the salt from the sweat on his skin, swiping your tongue along his neck before latching your lips on again and sucking gently. 

his arm is firm around your torso, hugging you close and squeezing your stomach. the added pressure leaves you squirming in his hold, his cock feeling even bigger, deeper, with the weight on your tummy.

"so fuckin' tight, baby," sukuna grunts. you can smell the liquor on his lips just before his tongue laps at that spot just behind your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

your hands release their grip on his hips, drifting higher to card through his hair, the short undercut sifting between your fingers while his teeth nip at your earlobe.

"s'kuna," you rasp, voice breathless as the pads of his fingers press harder, rougher against your poor, sensitive clit. you're throbbing around him, and he knows you're close.

"you gonna cum?"

you nod quickly, mumbling a quiet 'uh-huh' which leaves a feral grin on his face. 

he's been wanting to feel you gushing around him since the moment toji pointed you out to him and now that he’s getting what he wants, he can't hold himself back. just once, sukuna tells himself before he pulls out all the way and slams back in, his ears just barely registering the slick sound of your pussy when he does.

"o-oh fuck!" you cry out into his shoulder, teeth biting down to muffle your voice.

"gonna miss this pretty pussy." sukuna's rougher, more careless with his thrusts, getting hooked on that last brutal one. he's craving the way your cunt constricted around him when he bullied his cock back inside and the little sob you let out because of it.

sukuna’s fingers are working faster, pressing harder, to match his new pace and toji can see the way sukuna’s arm is flexing. veins littering the limb as he drives you towards your peak. and of course he hasn't missed the way sukuna's fucking you now— each thrust has your tits jiggling, threatening to spill out of the little top you have on.

and you have no fucking clue.

to dumb on the feeling of being stretched out on sukuna's dick, you have no idea how much of a show you're giving toji— how much of a show you're almost giving everyone else.

gripping tighter, toji strokes himself faster. wet with spit and precum, his hand glides easily along the shaft and still the feeling doesn't even come close to what he knows sukuna is experiencing right now. that pussy is probably dripping around his base, the insides of your thighs, down to his balls—

"shit, doll—" toji grunts, his free hand coming under the table to cup his own balls, tugging gently as he feels his release building.

"kuna— kuna, 'm gonna cum," you're babbling softly into his neck, lips brushing against his skin and he knows he's close too but he'll be damned you don't cum first.

"open your eyes," his voice is gruff, cutting through your tunnel vision and drawing your attention back to him as he drives you to your peak. "there ya go, head up, baby. look at your pretty boyfriend when you're cumming on my cock."

your vision hazy from your eyes being clamped shut, you scan for toji, a lopsided smile settling on your lips when you meet his stare. his brows are furrowed, his mouth agape, and you can see his climax washing over him the minute yours hits.

the minute you're shaking in sukuna's arms, gasping for breath as you cum is the moment that ruins toji. with a guttural groan he's tugging on himself one last time before his balls are twitching, ropes of cum spurting from his tip into his hand and onto his thighs under the table.

"yeah, that's it— fucking milkin' me, baby." sukuna's losing his rhythm, his hips faltering as your pussy keeps quivering around him, and you keep whimpering his name into his ear, the overstimulation leaving your brain fuzzy.

"gonna fill you up, you want that?" you're nodding your head even before the whole question is out, just eager to give him whatever he wants.

"yeah, she loves that shit, don't ya, doll?" toji's voice cutting in sends your eyes flying open to see him standing before you, signature smirk on his face. he brings a hand to yours, grabbing your chin in his hands he tilts your head up to him, forcing you to look him in the eyes as sukuna keeps fucking you from behind. "you wanna walk out of here with his cum dripping down your legs, don't you?"

it's not really a question that time— he knows it's true. and still you answer, nodding your head and sukuna can't take his eyes off you two.

the tension between you is spreading to him, enveloping him in your arousal as he teeters on the edge of his release, he just needs that one last push—

"tell him then, be a good girl."

your head falls back, eyes looking up at sukuna as he stares down at you with hunger, tongue slipping out to wet his lips. "kunaaa," you whine, "want you to cum inside me— wanna feel it filling me up, please."

he never stood a chance. 

the second the words leave your mouth he's moaning out your name, his cock twitching once before he's spilling inside you. rope after rope of his seed filling your pussy as he sighs deeply, hand slipping out of your panties before he pulls out.

sukuna's quick to adjust the soiled undergarment, pulling it taut as his spend starts to seep out of your poor hole onto the fabric.

you squeeze your knees together, smoothing down your skirt as you just pray that your panties will hold up until you're back home. sukuna grins, tucking himself away while toji slips an arm around your waist, finally getting to feel the warmth of you pressed up against him again.

"you two gonna head out?" sukuna questions, running a hand through his sweat-slicked hair while the three of you make your way off the dance floor.

"yeah, gotta clean this messy girl up," toji chuckles, prompting you to swat at him.

"you're so annoying," you huff before turning back to sukuna. "maybe we'll see you again sometime?"

sukuna raises a brow at that, teeth bared in a quick smile, "long as your boyfriend doesn't mind— i'm more than willing to make that happen."

toji rolls his eyes, hand sliding to your lower back as he guides you out in front of him, "yeah, yeah, we know."

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[satorus-whore]

‎ . ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | satoru using his infinity to pin you to the bed while he breeds you

“hah fuck… stop tryin’ to run, sweetheart,” his voice is a rasp, eyes blown wide, grin feral and crazed. his blindfold hangs around his neck, hair mussed.

you don’t know what got into your husband, but it was barely a few seconds before he had teleported the two of you to bed once he got home. a mess of clothes being torn off and your legs being spread apart, his lips on yours, messy and hot. depraved.

and now, he’s inching his aching cock into you from behind, stretching you out so deliciously with each second that goes by, shovelling his tip through your insides and kissing your deepest spots so sloppily.

you gush around him, whining his name, fingers grabbing at the sheets desperately as your walls spasm around him. he delivers, deep, harsh thrusts. so full of determination. charged with something completely different to all the other times he’s fucked you. his groans are rough, breathy and ragged, chest heaving with effort as he drives into you.

“‘t-toru… oh god,” you moan, muffling your cries into the bed as he doesn’t relent, hips snapping into your ass. “slow down-- mmph fuck…”

your body subconsciously tries to crawl up the ridiculously expensive and large bed, trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. a mix of pain and bliss from his merciless thrusts that make your eyes roll back.

then, suddenly you feel yourself getting pushed into the mattress by a force. not your husband’s sweaty body. his hands are grasping at your waist but they aren’t holding you down. no, it’s something else entirely.

his body follows yours, chest flush against your back and he’s moaning in your ear. his thrusts are simultaneously sloppy and calculated. bludgeoning each and every sensitive spot but he moves his hips like an animal in heat, rutting into you.

“s-satoru… what--” you cut yourself off with a soft gasp, when you turn your head to look behind you, energy buzzing around him, his eyes glowing.

“i said stop running, wifey,” he pants against your neck. “just take it, take it, fucking take it.”

he flips you over onto your back, immediately pushing your legs up into your chest, folding you as he pleases, treating you like you weigh nothing. you’re still pinned to the bed with the help of his cursed energy, unable to do anything but squirm and cry out his name until he reduces you to a mess of slick and tears.

you claw at his back, eliciting a soft grunt from him, as he drives deeper and deeper. the sharpness of his pelvis rubs against your twitching nub just right each time his hips meet yours, and you coat his cock in fresh slick, drooling all over him and the sheets.

“so fucking wet f’me. bet this sweet little pussy wants to be bred, huh?” he mutters, trailing hot kisses down your neck and to your chest, teeth grazing your skin. “wanna give me an heir, wife?”

you choke out a moan, back arching, when the curve of his cock caresses that spongey spot. and again, again, again. you half believe that he’s using six eyes to keep drilling into it, but you’re barely coherent at this point.

you nod dumbly in response to his question. “wanna-- fuck, ‘toru… wanna give you an heir. w-want you to fill me up,” you babble through whines and pitched mewls.

and his grin somehow widens. the way he pushes his hips into yours becomes more desperate, eager. your words egging him on. “yeaaahhh, that’s it. my sweet girl. gonna take it alll for me, aren’t you?”

“please, ‘toru, want it so so bad.” you clench around him at the thought and he groans, cock pulsing within the confines of your plush walls.

“you want it so bad, huh? awh, don’t worry, ‘toru’s got you. just lay pretty for me, ‘kay?”

a/n: i literally wrote this so fast thanks to this idea 🫶🏽 (not proofread hazel is sleepy goodnight)

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[forriku-deactivated20260315]

choso loves putting all his weight on you during sex !

choso absolutely loooves putting all his weight on you whenever you two fuck.

you notice it every single time, no matter the position— he just can’t help himself. he needs to feel you completely pinned under him, to feel your smaller body squirming and completely helpless as he fucked you stupid. it gets him off.

missionary turns into him caging you with those thick arms, your legs locked tight around his waist while he drives so deep the headboard rattles. he will bury his face into the crook of your neck, moaning broken little sounds against your skin as he fuck into you.

doggy always has you collapsed on the bed. at first he has you on your hands and knees and then he’s pushing you down the sheets so he could mount and pound you harder. his massive beefy frame pressing against your back until your chest flattens to the mattress, arms giving out, cheek smushed into the sheets. you can hardly pull in a full breath in that position but you don’t even care because the angle lets him hammer right against your spot and has you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

and right now? right now he’s got you exactly how he wants.

you’re flat on your stomach, legs spread just enough for him to fit between them. all 200-something pounds of pure muscle presses you down into the bed like he’s trying to fuse you to the mattress. one of his thick bicep snakes around your throat— not to choke, just to squeeze it, keeping your head tilted so he can watch your dazed little expressions from the side. his other hand gripping the fat of your hip hard enough to bruise while he rides your ass in slow, punishing rolls.

his cock is so stupidly big it still stretches you even after hours of this. every time he bottoms out you swear you could feel that blunt head of his cock kiss your poor cervix. bumping it, bullying it until your toes curl and little helpless whimpers spill out from your slack mouth.

your pussy is an absolute creamy mess— frothy white rings painted all over his fat shaft, clinging to the thick veins, dripping down his heavy balls, smearing across your inner thighs and soaking the sheets underneath. the wet squelching of your wet cunt getting fucked is so loud, louder than your shaky moans.

“haahh— chooo… s’too much… can’t—” your voice cracks, slurred and pathetic.

“i know baby, i know,” he pants against the shell of your ear, voice all soft and sweet even while his hips keep snapping forward with enough force to jolt your whole body. “you’re doing so good f’me… just a little more yeah? can you gimme a little more?”

you try to nod but his arm around your throat makes it hard. all you manage is a tiny, dumb “mhm…”

he groans like you just said the sweetest thing in the world. “f-fuck… this pussy’s too good, baby.. love this pussy so much. could stay inside you forever.” he gives another sloppy thrust, making you gush around him. “mmh look at her creamin’ on me again… so pretty when you cream like that.”

your brain is soup. just cock and heat and the heavy delicious press of him crushing you. drool slips from the corner of your mouth, pooling on the sheet. you’re overstimulated, pussy sore and swollen and still fluttering around him like it’s begging for more even though you’re shaking.

he presses the softest kisses to your temple and on the sweaty side of your face while he absolutely rearranges your guts. the contrast makes your head spin— his words so gentle but his cock so mean.

“g’nna fill you up again mkay? gonna stuff this little cunt full,” he murmurs, his hips losing rhythm. “you want that? want me to breed you nice n deep?”

“yesyesyes please—” you sob it out, voice high and wrecked.

he swears under his breath, slams home one last time and cums so hard you feel every thick pulse. hot ropes flooding you, so much it spills out around his cock even while he’s still buried to the hilt. your walls milking him so greedily, sucking him in like they don’t want to let a single drop escape.

he stays like that for long seconds, his breathing ragged, kissing your damp hair, whispering “good girl… such a good girl for me…” while his cock twitches inside your overfilled pussy.

and then he pulls out slowly, the sudden emptiness making you whine, already missing the stretch of him.

thick pearly cum immediately leaks out from your used hole, dribbling down your slit, pooling under you and to the sheets.

choso watches it with dark hungry eyes. “can’t have that,” he mumbles, almost to himself.

he scoops a big hand under your hips, tilts you up just enough, and without warning— feeds his still-hard cock right back inside. the wet glide is delicious, pushing every drop of his cum deeper, forcing it against your sore walls.

“choso—!” you gasp, your legs trembling and kicking uselessly.

“shh shh, just stay still f’me,” he soothes, already starting those slow heavy thrusts again. “gonna keep you nice and full… can’t stop yet. feels too good, baby”

then he starts to fuck his own cum back into you like he’s trying to carve his shape into your pussy forever— like he can’t live without feeling it. (he can’t </3)

i deleted the nanami ver of this (tumblr flagged it so :/) so i wrote it again but with choso :3

[ivysorrele]

JJK P☆RN LINKS 4

CONTAINS: piv, squirting, masturbation, fingering, squirting, creampie, breeding kink, use of toys, & teasing. p1 p2 p3

A/N: finally added geto since some were asking for him, hehe. and thank you so much for 2k followers!

SATORU GOJO

۶ৎ dj gojo?

۶ৎ jealous sex

۶ৎ quickie in the bathroom

۶ৎ he's stressed alright

۶ৎ creampie w gojo

TOJI FUSHIGURO

۶ৎ glazed pussy donut

۶ৎ took ride or die seriously

۶ৎ that bulgeeee

۶ৎ taking his fingers

۶ৎ in the parking lot

RYOMEN SUKUNA

۶ৎ so full of him

۶ৎ breeding kink

۶ৎ ur tits get him going

۶ৎ clothed sex

۶ৎ squirting

KENTO NANAMI

۶ৎ creaming all over him

۶ৎ his tight little pussy

۶ৎ vibtator punishment

۶ৎ his fav lingerie for you to wear

۶ৎ backshots

SUGURU GETO

۶ৎ taking care of his girl

۶ৎ favorite past time after cult activities

۶ৎ obsessed with your fishnets

۶ৎ going rough on his girl

۶ৎ skirt on and all

CHOSO KAMO

۶ৎ teasing

۶ৎ afternoon activities

۶ৎ taking control as usual

۶ৎ poor pussy

۶ৎ netflix and chill gone wrong

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⟡ sukuna art by me (yes still drawing with my finger 👁👁)

[satorus-whore]

‎ . ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | roommates!stsg jerking off to the thought of you (more roommates!stsg here)

“god, i'm so fucking horny,” satoru groans softly, manspreading on the sofa with his head tipped back, elbows leaning on the same edge.

suguru’s sitting next to him, scrolling on his phone before he shortly pauses, making sure he heard satoru correctly. he then looks up at his best friend, a somewhat disturbed look on his face.

“why are you telling me? go get laid or something.”

satoru lifts his head to look at suguru, too, almost incredulously. “i haven't touched any other girls since our cute roommate… it's a shame she went back to visit her family,” he sighs heavily, feeling a stir in his cock simply from the thought of you.

“are you in love with her now?” suguru asks teasingly, lifting a single brow in satoru's direction.

“what? no. fuck, i don't know, i'm too horny to think about it right now,” satoru huffs. “besides, don't think i didn't hear you in the shower earlier, moaning her name and shit. god, that's making me hard too,” he groans again, beginning to palm himself through his sweats, letting his eyes drift shut and picturing you.

imagining your hand wrapped around his cock, just as eager as him, stroking him at the perfect pace that he showed you he liked. imagining the way you'd spit on the tip and let it dribble down, easing the glide of your hand.

“fuck…” he whispers, so caught up in his fantasy, stroking his length through the thick fabric of his sweats.

but suguru's voice cuts through, snapping him out of his thoughts. “get a room, satoru,” he scowls. “you're a fucking freak, you know that?”

“yeah, yeah, tell me something new.”

satoru opens his eyes and looks over at suguru, his gaze skirting down to see the growing bulge in suguru's own pants. he smirks, blue eyes flicking back up to meet purple.

“i'm not the only freak here, huh?”

suguru rolls his eyes, making no move to relieve himself and trying to focus back on his phone. key word: trying.

neither of them has fucked you yet, but the hold you have on them is strong. their pretty roommate who’s as perverted as they are, fooling around together and going back to normal the next day. sharing heated looks, hungry eyes raking over each other’s bodies.

but, to their dismay, you went back home to see your family for the weekend. it’s barely been two days and they both already itch to be able to touch you again.

“at least i have the decency to jerk off in private.”

“unfortunately for me, that's true,” satoru sighs playfully. then, he laughs when suguru gives him another questioning look. “what? god forbid a guy appreciates a good view.”

and, oh, what a view it truly is.

while satoru was frantic and desperate as he fisted his cock, pulling ragged pants and deep moans from his chest, suguru took his time.

slowly pumping his thick cock, pulsing his palm around it gently, teasing his tip with his thumb where precum beads out. eliciting a shuddering breath out of him when he drags his thumb across the wet slit. the same way you’d run your tongue over it.

he focuses on the flustered head, tugging and squeezing, imagining the way you lather your tongue all over it and hollow your cheeks out. solely to ruin him.

“fuck, that's good,” he groans, voice hushed as if he's praising you while you’re right in front of him.

satoru's heady gaze keeps drifting over to suguru, watching suguru's pretty fingers wrapped tightly around himself. precum dribbling over his knuckles, the pretty vein on the underside throbbing with need, and of course, the ladder piercings that draw husky groans from suguru.

satoru spits onto his cock, using the glide of his hand to make it slick with his own saliva. a lewd, wet sound bounces off the walls of the living room, complementing each stroke of his fist over his aching cock.

“she has us fucking whipped,” satoru says, and a breathless laugh tumbles out. his head tips back against the sofa, frosty hair scattering.

he knows that what they’re doing is completely depraved. jerking off to their roommate who isn’t even there. but he can also guess that you probably miss them as much as they do - if there was anything that you all had in common, it was the perverse tendencies.

“haven’t even felt that sweet pussy-- oh, shit, shit… haven’t felt it wrapped around me and she still drives me insane,” satoru murmurs, voice strained with pleasure.

his abs tense as he feels himself getting closer, his dick twitching in his grip at the thought of your pussy clenching around him. he bucks his hips into his fist, desperate, fucking his own hand to the thought of you, wishing it could be yours. a moan slips out, uninhibited and needy.

suguru speeds up his strokes slightly, his breathing growing heavier. “it’s only been just over a day and this is the second time i’m jerking off because of her. fucking pathetic.”

satoru laughs again before a choked moan cuts him off, his hand almost a blur as he moves it up and down. his hips jerk violently, cock twitching eagerly like it wants to cum inside you. to make a mess of you, rather than his own palm.

“yeah, we’re absolutely haah fucked. fuck, ‘m gonna cum. oh, fuck…”

with a few more furious strokes and moans that sound too similar to whimpers, satoru cums all over his stomach and hand. his body goes completely lax against the sofa, his stomach contracting with each pulse and rope of cum that his cock shoots out. he keeps his hand going until he’s finished and spent, left panting beside suguru.

he glances over to his best friend, noticing the angry red of suguru’s tip as he continues to jerk off, not having cum yet. suguru’s eyes are half-lidded, heavy with desire. he’s biting down on his lower lip, muffling the little sounds that are eager to make themselves heard.

satoru grins, sitting back up. “hey,” he says, “wanna cum in my mouth?”

suguru gives him a side glance. “you really are a freak.”

“well, i don’t hear you saying no, sugu. i know you love fucking our roomie’s mouth, makes me kinda jealous.”

“jealous of me, or her?” suguru already knows the answer; considering how his best friend is, he can guess which one it is.

“her, duh. anyways, can i?” satoru asks again, bright eyes locked onto suguru’s.

“fine. i’m already close.”

“perfect.”

satoru grins again, moving closer to suguru and ducking his head to take the head of his cock into his mouth. as soon as his lips close around it, suguru groans softly, eyes fluttering shut when satoru’s tongue flicks over his tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum before he takes his length deeper.

he sucks hard, eager to make him unravel. his tongue laps at suguru’s dick, dragging along a prominent vein as he takes it even further until it hits the back of his throat.

another beautiful groan falls from suguru’s mouth when he feels satoru’s throat constrict around his cock. “fucking-- i’m gonna cum, satoru,” he warns through rough, heaving breaths.

your snowy-haired roommate hums, a blissful vibration that triggers suguru’s orgasm. his tensing fingers thread through satoru’s hair, holding the back of his head as he releases strings of ivory into his eager mouth. his hips shoot up once involuntarily, making satoru choke but he keeps it there, swallowing every drop of cum that doesn’t leak out.

“fuck, i hate how good that felt,” suguru mutters, coming down from his high.

it’s only when his dick begins to soften that satoru pulls off, beaming like he just got one of his favourite sweets. suguru reaches out to swipe his thumb over satoru’s chin, cleaning his cum off it and he presses it against satoru’s lips which automatically open to lick it up.

“don’t lie, we’ve done worse and you love it.”

a smirk tugs at suguru’s lips. they have done worse and you have no clue. it’s cute watching you get flustered and turned on simply watching them kiss. he wonders how you’d react if they did anything more in front of you.

a/n: the ending definitely isn’t hinting at the next fic i have in mind hehehe (also dividers by @uzmacchiato )

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[forriku-deactivated20260315]

nanami couldn’t resist filling you up before sending you off to class . .

you just finished your shower an hour ago, your skin still a little damp and smelling like that vanilla body wash kento always restocks without you asking. now you’re perched on the pretty white vanity he bought you months before you even officially moved in, legs crossed, leaning close to the mirror while you carefully swipe on mascara.

he’s sitting up against the headboard, phone in one loose hand, scrolling aimlessly. hes got no work today. he’s been nothing but doting and attentive since you woke up— made your favorite breakfast, packed your bag for the presentation, even double-checked you had your usb drive. now he’s just… watching quietly, that heavy stare that makes your tummy flutter.

you catch his eyes in the reflection. but he doesn’t smile, doesn’t look away. just keeps looking. like he’s trying to decide something.

you set the wand down, turn in the chair. “what’s wrong, ken?”

he puts the phone face-down on the sheets without answering. his voice low. “come here.”

you’re already smiling as you pad over, expecting maybe a sweet kiss or him asking if you’re ready so he can drive you. instead he shifts, scoots to the very edge of the mattress, long legs spreading, and pats his thigh once.

you climb on without hesitation, straddling him, arms looping around his neck. his big hands settle warm on your hips immediately.

he starts planting kisses on your neck. soft kisses first. slow presses of lips along the side of your throat. you giggle, tipping your head to give him more room because you love when he gets like this— then the kisses turn hungrier. open-mouthed. wet. he drags his tongue up the column of your neck, sucks lightly under your jaw, then catches your lips, his tongue sliding in immediately.

you pull back just enough to laugh, breathless. “kento… baby i have class in like thirty-five minutes…”

he freezes. stares at you. blinks once. then, so serious it’s almost funny—

“i won’t take long… it’s just like a quickie.”

you choke on air. nearly cackle. your proper, suit-and-tie, “we make love, darling” boyfriend just said quickie. you cup his face. “what did you just say?”

he doesn’t even blush. just repeats it slower, softer, like he’s testing how the word feels. “a quickie. you always beg me for one when i’m leaving for work.”

your cheeks burn. he’s right. you do. and he always smiles indulgently and fucks you properly anyway.

he leans in, peppers tiny kisses over your nose, your cheeks, your eyelids. “just for a little while, i promise. i can’t help it. you look so pretty this morning.”

you’re already melting. thirty minutes is still… doable. and how are you supposed to say no when he’s looking at you like that? like you’re the only thing he wants.

“okay… just a quickie.” you whisper, giggling when he immediately flips you onto your back.

clothes come off him in seconds— his shirt yanked over his head, sweatpants shoved down just enough for his cock to spring free. thick and heavy. already leaking at the flushed-dark tip. your mouth still waters even though you’ve taken him a hundred times.

he doesn’t bother taking your skirt off. just rucks it up around your waist, hooks two fingers in your panties and yanks them to the side. your cunt is already glistening, drooling for him. he groans low in his throat at the sight.

he could shove his dick in you this second— he wants to— but first, he needs his mouth on you. always does.

he leans down, slings your knees over his shoulders, bends you nearly double so your cunt is fully exposed to him. his fingers pull you open, spreading your slick pussy wide. he spit lands right on your swollen clit then his lips close over you, his tongue already working.

he eats pussy like it’s his last meal. always has. his tongue lapping broad along your slit, sucking your clit so hard your hips jump, then fucking inside you with stiff little thrusts of his tongue. his nose pressing to your mound, slick smeared across his cheeks and chin. he moans into you like he’s the one getting off. slurping noises filling the room along with your needy moans.

you’re shaking already. “k-kento… oh my god… fuck—”

he slid one finger. then two. he curls them and sucks harder on your puffy clit and you cum with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his ears, gushing all over his mouth.

he doesn’t stop until you’re twitching and whininh. only then does he pull back, his lips shiny and chin wet.

he grips his cock in hand, he slaps the fat head against your soaked folds. once. twice. the wet smack makes you whine.

“hurry,” you plead, voice wobbly. “gonna be late…“

“i know, baby”

he doesn’t tease. in one brutal thrust and he’s buried to the hilt inside you. punching your breath out of you.

you felt so full. so fucking full. your walls fluttering wildly around him. not sure whether it wants to suck him in or wants him out.

he hooks your legs over his shoulders again, folds you nearly in half and starts pounding into you. hard. deep. mean.

the mattress creaks under the force of his thrusts. your pussy squelches loud and wet with every stroke, cream frothing at the base of his cock, streaking down to your ass, soaking the sheets below.

you look down between your bodies because you can’t help it whenever he fucks you and you whimper at the sight, his fat length splitting you open, poor little cunt stretched tight around him.

“ken… s’too much… you feel so... h-haaah... big...”

he doesn’t answer. he never talks much when he’s like this. he just fucks. snapping his hips, his heavy balls slapping wet against your ass. every drag of his cock makes your eyes roll and legs quiver.

he pulls out halfway once, spits right on his shaft, watches it drip down to where you’re joined then slams back in. even deeper. harder.

then he leans down. forehead pressed to yours. eyes locked. breathing ragged.

“baby, look at me.” voice wrecked. “this little cunt was made for me. so fucking good… gonna keep my cum inside you all day, yeah? let it drip out slow while you sit through your lecture…”

you sob. tears ruining your mascara, black streaks down your cheeks. you don’t even care. not when he’s fucking you this good.

“kento...! please— i’m— i’m gonna—”

you came on him hard. your thighs trembled violently, blunt nails digging into his beefy biceps, your pussy spasming and gushing as you rode out your climax.

he growls, his pace turning into punishing. long, deep, punishing thrusts that make your whole body jolt.

you weakly tap his thigh. “s’too deep… kento—”

“hands off, love.”

you obey instantly.

“good girl.” he rasps. “such a good fucking girl.”

then he buries himself as deep as possible and cums. thick pulsing ropes that fill you so full you can feel the pressure, feel it start to leak out around his cock even while he’s still inside.

he stays there a minute. breathing hard. letting you feel every twitch.

then he pulls out slow. messy globs of cum spill out immediately from your gaping cunt. he doesn’t wipe anything. just tugs your soaked panties back into place— cotton now clinging, sticky with both of you. he smooths your skirt down like nothing happened. like he didnt just fucked you stupid.

you’re lying there boneless. chest heaving. thighs slick with cum. hair a mess. makeup you spent nearly an hour ruined. looking like you’ve been fucked to death.

“kento…” you whine pitifully. “my hair… my face… i look—”

he leans down. kisses your forehead. voice soft again. “you look beautiful.”

+

you’re still pouting when he helps you into the car.

the whole drive you keep rubbing your thighs together. can feel the wet slide of his cum every time you move. soaking through your panties. probably staining the back of your skirt.

he glances over once. smiles and says nothing. the bastard.

when he pulls up in front of your uni, your legs are shaky as you climb out. walking like you just got hit by a truck— or more accurately, like you just got railed within an inch of your life.

your block mates are already waving. you force a smile. pray the sticky warmth between your legs stays contained until you can sneak to the bathroom.

kento leans over the console before you close the door.

“be good in class, hm?”

you glare. cheeks burning. “you’re evil.”

he just let out a rare chuckle. “i love you.” and drives off.

leaving you standing there— wobbly, cum-filled, and already counting the hours until you’re back in his bed tonight. ♡

this rly happened to me guys ugh i hate him

[pillsatoru]

you think gojo doesn’t see you as more than a fwb ⟢

"look, about the whole.. uh friends with benefits thing?" your voice quivered , preparing yourself to finally put an end to all of this. you knew what you were getting yourself into when you both agreed to this.

but it still hurt when you saw him with another girl. he wasn’t yours, not completely, but over time, you somehow managed to fall in love.

"it was a mistake." you quickly finished.

"no it wasn't." gojo argued, like it was something he’d been holding back as well.

"I dont care what you think, because I know about how I feel. I like you, alright? not that girl, hell you didn't even give me a chance to explain before you left!"

"satoru.." your voice softened.

he was right, you bolted afterwards after seeing her all up on him.

"okay, y'know what. this is ridiculous."

you were confused as to what he was referring to and you had no chance to ask before his lips smashed onto yours in a heated but very needed kiss.

your eyes widened, unsure where to place your hands or how to even begin kissing him back.

the kiss was sloppy, strangled moans falling from him. he pulled back slightly, leaving you with your words still on your tongue and eyes bulging out of your eye sockets.

"it wasn't a mistake, love. you know it.. I know it." his pointer and thumb rested on your chin, rubbing softly.

your body moved by itself with no orders, placing your lips on his again with you taking the lead this time.

satoru hummed taking off his glasses, wrapping his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. the kiss became more heated as he bit down on your bottom lip, tugging you so you could feel the way his cock was jumping up and down in his pants.

he suddenly shoved you back on the mattress, trying you over to angle you how he wanted. he pressed his boner right on your ass, dry humping you into oblivion.

"sick of you acting like you don't feel the same towards me." he growled, tightening his hold on your hips. satoru was taking in the sight of you bent over his bed just like how he always did.

"because I know for a fact you touch this pretty pussy to the thought of me, yeah? you finger yourself after i leave?"

"ah- satoru!"

a sharp spank landed on your ass, already marking it with a red handprint.

"answer me."

you nodded repeatedly, already fucked out without even having him inside you yet. it's true, you have been touching yourself every night for the past few months . but no matter what method you used or how you angled your fingers inside your cunt, you could never reach an orgasm like the ones he pulls out of you.

"yes! yes i.. I touch myself toru'!"

satoru hummed at your submission. "that's my baby. were you jealous of me getting attention from another girl?"

you nodded again, recalling how your heart shattered at the scene of the girl who was wearing an outfit you could never bring yourself to wear even at a party, grinding her ass right on his lap.

"thought so. no worries, love. I threw her off the second she got on me in the first place. bet you didn't see that through your tears, huh?"

he slowly slides down your knee length skirt to reveal your damp panties. satoru whistled, feeling proud of himself for making you this wet already.

"you're the only one for me. been that way since our first time."

you couldn't help but blush at his words, because that was the same way you felt.

"I'm gonna take these off now, alright?" he brought a finger right to where your clit was, still covered by your laced panties.

you whimpered at the sudden touched but quickly mumbled a small 'okay’

your head was beginning to spin once the cold air hit your wetness, you almost didn't catch the way he was freeing himself from his briefs as well.

you tried to get a word out but you were silenced when he slid the reddened tip in.

he hissed at your warmth, rubbing your thighs with his thumbs. "oh my fuck, you're tight. you're still so fucking tight."

his chest was heaving at every inch he pumped into you, reaching up to bunch your blouse in his hands.

you bit your bottom lip to muffle the embarrassing whimpers that were wanting to come out, resting your head on his pillow that soon became covered in drool.

"still feels like im a virgin fucking you..”

"hngh- toru!" you screamed his name at the sensation of his cock slamming into what you imagined was your g-spot. he picked up his pace, desperate to make you cum all over him.

he wanted more proof that he was the one making you feel good, the one that you wanted.

"I'm so close baby, im close." he murmured, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

"please-“

satoru lifted himself up, slowing his movements before stilling. your mixed releases dripped out your cunt like a damn waterfall. he smiled softly, moving your hair out your face to place a loving kiss on your cheek.

"you did so good."

his cock was still throbbing, aching for more.

he looked down, humming. "you finally mine? or do I have to fuck you again?”

“.. let’s go again, just to make sure.”

he chuckled. “oh?”

[mimuju-deactivated20260521]

stripper!toji who's all scarred muscle and lazy confidence on stage, peeling off his shirt slow like he owns every eye in the room. he doesn't grind for the crowd— moving like a predator stalking prey, sweat gleaming on his tattooed torso, that vee of his hips disappearing into low-slung pants. he spots you in the front row, wide-eyed and flushed, clutching your drink. smirking like he knows exactly what you're thinking. he winks, just for you, before dropping low and giving the pole a flex that has your thighs clenching.

stripper!toji who corners you at the bar after his set, still shirtless, a towel slung over his shoulder. ignoring your stammering friends, he leans in close enough you smell leather and clean sweat. "saw you watchin' me. liked what you saw?" his voice is gravel, hand caging you against the sticky counter. he doesn't wait for an answer— pulling you to a vip booth, the curtain barely closed before he's pulling you onto his lap. "grind on it. show me how bad you want the real show."

stripper!toji who starts recognizing you as his regular, nodding you over after every set with that lazy smirk. "back again? my biggest fan." he slips you free lap dances when the boss ain't looking, his scarred hands gentle on your waist as he murmurs low about your day. "rough one? c'mere." pulls you close, letting you bury your face in his neck, the club noise fading. he smells like cedar cologne and faint smoke— making you feel safe.

stripper!toji who gets territorial when other dancers eye you up, especially that pretty-boy shiu with the charming smile and easy charm. catches you laughing at shiu's dumb joke by the bar, veins ticking in his jaw. "the fuck's so funny?" stalks over, massive frame dwarfing you both, slings a possessive arm around your shoulders. "she's taken. find your own client." shiu smirks and backs off—knows better than to test toji's claim.

stripper!toji who charges you double for privates but makes you forget the cash the second his big hands grip your hips, guiding you down onto his thick cock. "fuck—knew this pussy was made for me. you're soaked from just lookin'?" thrusts up slow and deep, watching your face twist. "that's it, doll. ride your favorite dancer. gonna make you cum so hard you tip me your panties." doesn't stop til you're shaking, ruined, his smug grin against your neck as he growls "encore's extra."

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