Cosimo Galluzzi
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⇨The late night lamp on Hiromi’s desk cast long shadows across stacks of case files, witness statements, and half-empty coffee mugs. He’d been at it for hours—tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark hair falling messily over his forehead as he scribbled notes
You’d slipped in quietly earlier, barefoot. He’d barely glanced up at first, muttering something about “just one more deposition summary,” but his eyes had lingered when you straddled his lap without warning, knees bracketing his hips in the wide leather chair.
“Sweetheart,” he sighed, voice rough from disuse, pen still hovering. “I’m trying to—”
“Shh.” You pressed a finger to his lips, then leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You’re tense. Let me help.”
His protest died when your hand slipped between your bodies, deftly undoing his belt, tugging his zipper down. He was already half hard, Hiromi exhaled as you freed him, stroking once, twice, feeling him thicken in your palm. His head tipped back against the chair, Adam’s apple bobbing. “This isn’t helping me focus.”
“It will.” You shifted, guiding the blunt head of his cock to your entrance. You were already wet. had been since you’d watched him work, Slowly, you sank down, taking him inch by inch until your hips met his. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped you at the stretch, the fullness.
Hands settling on your waist, fingers digging in. “Fuck… you’re so warm.”
You settled fully, nestling against his chest, cheek pressed to the open collar of his shirt. His heartbeat thumped steadily against your ear. “There,” you murmured, clenching deliberately around him once. “Now you can work. I’ll just… keep you company.”
The pen scratched across paper again, slower now. Every few lines, his hips twitched upward involuntarily, burying himself deeper. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, rocking the tiniest bit just enough to feel him throb inside you, but not enough to let him thrust properly.
“Stop… squirming,” he gritted out after ten agonizing minutes, voice strained. His free hand slid up your back, bunching the shirt, palm hot against your bare skin.
“I’m not.” Another tiny roll of your hips. His cock dragged against that spot inside you that made your toes curl. “You’re the one twitching.”
A ragged breath left him. The pen clattered to the desk. “Acting like a slut”
He dropped the pretense then. One arm banded around your waist, the other shoving files aside with a careless sweep. Papers fluttered to the floor. He rocked up into you controlled thrusts that made wet, obscene sounds fill the quiet office.
You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. “Hiromi—”
“Quiet.” His mouth found your throat, teeth grazing. “You wanted to warm me? Then take it. Let me finish this section while I’m buried in your perfect little cunt.”
He picked up the pen again with shaking fingers, one arm still locked around you, keeping you flush against him. Every time he shifted to turn a page or underline something, his hips rolled just enough to grind his cock deeper, to nudge that spot again and again.
You were dripping down his length, slick coating his balls, probably staining his slacks. You didn’t care. Neither did he.
Minutes blurred. His breathing grew harsher. The pen strokes became erratic. Finally, he tossed it aside entirely.
“Fuck the case,” he growled, Both hands gripped your hips now, lifting you just enough to start fucking up into you properly hard strokes that punched the air from your lungs.
You cried out, head falling back. “Hiromi—!”
“That’s it.” He sounded almost relieved, like he’d been holding back for hours. “Let me hear you. Let the whole damn building know who’s keeping me sane tonight.”
He fucked you like a man starved, relentless, chair creaking under the force. Your thighs trembled, clit grinding against his pelvis with every stroke. Heat coiled tight in your belly, building fast.
“Come for me,” he rasped against your ear, one hand sliding between you to circle your clit with rough, practiced fingers. “Come on my cock while I’m still inside you. Then I’ll fill you up. Reward for being so patient.”
You shattered with a broken moan, walls fluttering and squeezing around him. Hiromi cursed under his breath, thrusts turning sloppy, erratic. He buried himself one last time and came with a long, shuddering groan, pulsing hot and thick inside you.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just panting, sweat-slick skin pressed together, his softening cock still nestled deep.
He kissed your temple, voice soft now, almost sheepish. “…I didn’t finish the summary.”
You laughed breathlessly, clenching around him one last teasing time just to feel him twitch. “Guess you’ll have to keep me here a little longer then.”
Hiromi sighed, but there was a small, tired smile against your hair.
“Guess I will.”
Go to town! (𝘖𝘯 𝘔𝘦, 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘏𝘦𝘳)ft: frat! Toji ღ
18+—The bedroom door slams so hard the cheap frat-house posters flutter like they’re trying to escape.
“You’re such a fucking child, Toji,” you spit, still in your coat, keys dangling from white-knuckled fingers. “You think I’m gonna sit there and watch you flirt with every sorority girl who breathes near you just because you bought me one overpriced drink?”
He’s already yanking his hoodie over his head, black hair a mess. “You’re mad because I talked to people? Jesus Christ, you’re exhausting.”
“People,” you mock, stepping closer even though every instinct screams danger. “You had your hand on her lower back for half the night. Don’t play dumb you wanted me to see it!?”
Toji crowds you instantly, broad chest forcing you back until your spine hits the door. The wood rattles.
“Maybe I did,” he says.“Maybe I wanted to see how long it’d take before you stormed over here and acted like you own me.”
“I don’t own you. I just don’t share!”
“Bullshit. You love sharing me as long as it’s on your terms.” He laughs through his yell
You shove at his chest. He doesn’t budge. Instead his hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around your jaw
“Say it” he murmurs. “Tell me you don’t want me fucking other girls while you’re still dripping on my cock every night.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah,” he growls, mouth crashing against yours.
You bite his lip. He hisses, retaliates by shoving your coat off your shoulders and ripping your shirt up over your head in one brutal yank. Buttons scatter across the floor.
“You’re such a possessive little bitch,” he snarls against your throat, teeth scraping. “Acting like I’m not allowed to look at anyone else when you’re the one who keeps saying we’re ‘just fucking.’”
You claw at his back, nails digging through cotton. “Because you make it impossible to be anything else when you act like a slut in front of half the campus!”
He laughs again spinning you around, chest to the door, your cheek pressed to chipped paint. One hand pins both your wrists above your head. The other pushes your skirt up to your waist.
“Keep talking,” he says, yanking your panties to the side. “Love when you’re mad and still this fucking wet.”
Two thick fingers shove inside without warning. You choke on a moan.
“See?” He curls them viciously. “Your pussy doesn’t give a shit about your pride. She’s crying for me anyway.”
“Shut—up—” you gasp, hips jerking back despite yourself.
He pulls his fingers out, smears them across your lips. “Taste how much you hate me.”
You suck them clean just to spite him.Toji groans low in his throat. The sound of his zipper is loud in the quiet room.
“You want me to stop?” he asks, dragging the fat head of his cock through your folds. “Say the word and I’ll go back downstairs. Plenty of girls who don’t scream at me before they come.”
You slam your hips back, trying to force him inside. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He snaps forward burying himself into your cunt. your vision whites out for a second.“Fuck! Toji wait!-“
“Still wanna argue?” He pulls almost all the way out, slowly pushing himself into your plush walls “Go on. Tell me how much you hate me while I’m balls deep.”
“You’re an asshole!” Each word is punched out of you by his thrusts. “Ugh! Fuck!” your head bobbing from how hard he was fucking you
“You knew exactly what you were doing—”
He wraps your hair around his fist, yanks your head back so he can speak against your ear. “And you still came running the second you saw it. Still spread your legs for me. Still clenching like you’re trying to keep me here forever.”
His free hand finds your clit, rubs messy, mean circles. “Say it. Say you’re mine and I’ll let you come.”
“Fuck—you!”
He stops moving. Just stays buried in your cunt throbbing, letting you feel every inch of his dick while his fingers slow to torturous teasing
“Say. It.”
You couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m yours!Toji I’m yours—don’t stop—”
The door rattles with every obscene thing you’re doing against it. You’re loud—way too loud for a house full of drunk idiots.
“You don’t get to flirt with anyone else,” you gasp between moans. “You don’t get to touch anyone—else but me!”
He bites down on your shoulder when he cums, flooding you so deep you feel it in your stomach. The sensation tips you over, you shatter around him, nails scraping wood, crying his name
He doesn’t pull out right away.
Just keeps you pinned there, breathing hard against your neck, cock still twitching inside you.
“Still mad?” he mutters eventually.
“…maybe a little.”
“Good. Means we’re not done arguing yet.”
𝐁𝐘𝐎𝐁!: 𝖥𝖳 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗍！𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂 ღ
➬𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖺𝗆 𝗐 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂！
𝟏𝟖+—The basement is already a sauna of sweat, cheap beer, and too-loud music by the time the circle forms. Empty Solo cups litter the concrete. Someone..probably one of Toji’s dumbass pledges yells “Never Have I Ever: Drinking Game Edition” and the rules devolve within three rounds.
Toji’s sprawled in the beat-up recliner like it’s a throne, black tank stretched tight across his chest, jeans slung low enough that the deep V of his hips is on shameless display. He’s been watching you all night with that lazy, predatory smirk. You’ve been matching his energy—tequila shots, eye-fucking him across the room, laughing too loud when his hand brushes your thigh “by accident.”
Now there’s an empty longneck dangling from the zipper pull of his jeans.
He hooked it there himself after the last round, bottle neck threaded through the metal zipper tab so the glass hangs heavy and obscene right over the fat outline of his cock. The whole circle loses it. Hoots, whistles, someone screams “That’s fucking diabolical!”
Toji just leans back farther, thighs spread wide, one tattooed arm slung over the back of the chair. His voice is gravel and amusement.
“New rule,” he drawls, green eyes locked on you. “Whoever wants the last sip… comes and gets it.”
The room erupts again. Your pulse slams between your legs.
You don’t even hesitate? You slide off the cooler you were perched on, drop to your knees right there in the middle of the circle, and crawl the three feet to him. The concrete scrapes your bare knees but you don’t care. Everyone’s yelling, phones are out, but all you see is the way Toji’s smirk sharpens when you settle between his spread thighs.
The bottle swings slightly with his breathing—cold glass brushing the denim stretched tight over his hardening dick.
“Say ah-“ he’s realizing that this is still a game
Not using your hands, You lean in. lips parting, and wrap them around the bottle neck the same way you’d take him in your mouth. slow at first, tongue flicking the lip of the glass, tasting the last bitter dregs of beer. Then you tilt your head, hollow your cheeks, and suck.
The motion is obscene. Your mouth slides down several inches, throat working visibly as you shotgun what’s left, swallowing hard while the bottle stays trapped in his zipper. Every bob of your head drags the cold glass against the thick ridge underneath. Toji’s hips twitch once—barely before he forces them still, but you feel the way he swells harder against the denim.
Someone in the circle is screaming “HOLY SHIT” on loop. You don’t care.
When the bottle’s empty you don’t pull off right away. You keep your lips sealed around the neck, tongue swirling once more like you’re licking him clean, then slowly—agonizingly—drag your mouth back up, letting your tongue press flat against the underside the whole way. A thin string of spit connects your bottom lip to the glass when you finally pop off.
Toji’s jaw is tight, nostrils flared, pupils blown. The bottle is still hanging from his zipper, now glistening with your gloss and saliva.
You sit back on your heels, wipe the corner of your mouth with your thumb, and give him your sweetest, filthiest smile.
“Your turn to drink,” you say, voice hoarse from the carbonation and the show.
He reaches down, fists your hair and yanks you forward until your cheek is pressed to the hot, denim-covered inches of him.
“Careful,” he murmurs, thumb smearing your spit across your bottom lip. “Keep playin’ like that and I’m gonna make you finish what you started… right here.”
The circle is losing their minds. Someone’s chanting his name like it’s a prayer.
You just grin up at him, already reaching for the button of his jeans.
“Promise?”
𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊!
ღ： 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗃𝗂 （ 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗇 ）𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍！
ꨄ--The room was dim, only the faint blue glow from the cracked window and the streetlights outside cutting through the shadows. Toji’s back was against the headboard, legs spread wide, that lazy, dangerous smirk already tugging at his lips even before you climbed on top of him.
You straddled his hips, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his thick thighs. His hands resting on your waist. His cock heavy and flushed between you, already slick from the way you’d teased him with your mouth earlier.
You lined him up, letting just the head nudge inside before you sank down in one smooth, greedy drop. forcing a sharp little gasp out of you. Toji’s breath hitched too, eyelids fluttering for half a second before that cocky smirk snapped back into place.
“Fuck… there she is,” he drawled. “Thought you were gonna make me beg for it tonight.”
Your hips rolled once then twice, setting a rhythm that had his abs tightening under your palms. His hands flexed on your waist like he was fighting the urge to flip you under him and fuck up into you the way he usually did.
You leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest, and wrapped both hands around his throat.
Fingers digging into the sides of his neck, thumbs pressing just under his jaw. You felt the jump of his pulse, his dick jumping with it.
Toji’s eyes snapped to yours blown-out, pupils swallowing green.
“Shit,” he rasped, voice thinner now, strained around your hold. “Didn’t know you had it in you, baby.”
Your grip got tighter before bouncing your ass against his hips. His head tipped back against the wood with a dull thunk. A low, broken groan tore out of him, His hips jerked up involuntarily, driving into your cunt faster.
Every roll of your hips shoved him further inside, clit grinding against his pelvis on every downstroke. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, the noises were obscene. His hands finally moved gripping your ass pushing you down against his pelvis.
Your thumbs pressed deeper into the soft hollow under his jaw. His short, choked little sounds every time you squeezed. His cock twitched violently inside you.
“Harder,” he managed, voice wrecked. “Fuck—harder.”
Palm flat against his throat now, leaning your weight forward so he really felt it. His eyes rolled back for a second, mouth falling open, a low, animal whine slipping out before he caught himself.
“Goddamn… yeah—just like that—choke me while you fuck yourself on it—”
His words slurred at the edges, cock throbbing so hard you could feel every ridge dragging inside you. You clenched around him on purpose, felt him shudder under you.
Toji’s hands slid up your back, nails biting in, then back down to grip your hips again helping you slam down now, brutal, desperate.
“Gonna—fuck—gonna come so hard if you keep—” His voice cut off when you tightened your grip again, cutting the words into a strangled moan.
His thighs shook.
Head thrown back, throat working under your hand, pulse hammering against your palm—he came with a choked, guttural sound that almost sounded like your name. Hot, thick pulses inside you, hips snapping up erratically, riding it out while you kept riding him, kept squeezing, milking every shuddering wave until he was trembling beneath you.
He blinked slow, dazed, lips parted, cheeks flushed.
“Next time,” he panted, voice hoarse, wrecked, “you’re gonna have to try a belt.”
“Think you can make me pass out, pretty girl?”
You squeezed once more—just to watch his eyes flutter.
“Yeah… that’s my girl.”
𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑!𝖥𝖳：𝖧𝖠𝖪𝖠𝖱𝖨 𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖩𝖨 <𝟥
↻: what is a girl supposed to do when she loses a bet?
You’d been coming here for months, always chasing the same high. the clack of tiles, the flicker of eyes across the table, the way Hakari’s lazy smirk never quite reached his eyes until someone was about to lose everything.
No money changed hands this time. Just a single, murmured agreement between drags of his cigarette.
“If I win,” he’d said, voice low and amused, “you get on your knees under the table. Right here. Right now.”
You’d laughed, bold on cheap beer. “And when I win?”
He’d only grinned wider, gold teeth glinting. “You won’t.”
He was right so right
The final tile clicked into place. Ron.
Your hand was dead. Hakari leaned back in the creaking chair, long legs spread, one arm slung over the backrest The other players had already slunk away when the pot vanished and the atmosphere shifted. Now it was just the two of you, the low buzz of the neon sign outside the window, and the heavy silence that followed a loss.
He didn’t gloat. He didn’t need to.
Hakari simply crooked two fingers.
“C’mere.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs as you slid off your chair. The floor was gritty under your knees. You crawled the short distance between you, stopping between his thighs.
He tipped your chin up with one knuckle, studying you. “Thought you had me that last round,” he murmured. “Almost felt bad taking your dignity instead of your cash.”
“Liar,” you whispered.
The zipper of his slacks came down slowly. He was savoring the way your breath hitched, the way your pupils blew wide
When his cock sprang free, already half-hard and thick, your mouth actually watered. He wrapped a loose fist around the base and gave himself one lazy stroke, eyes never leaving yours.
“Open.”
He fed the head past your lips, slow enough that you felt every vein, every ridge, until he hit the back of your throat and your eyes watered.
“Good girl,” he breathed, voice rougher now. “That’s it. Take it like you lost fair and square.”
Your hands braced on his thighs, tense under the fabric as he started to fuck your face. steady rolls of his hips that forced you to open wider, to breathe through your nose, to let your throat relax around him.
Drool slipped from the corners of your mouth. One big hand slid into your hair tugging on it slightly. Keeping you right where he wanted you while he fucked your mouth with the same calm, focused rhythm he used at the table.
“Look at me.”
You blinked up through damp lashes. His eyes were dark, glittering, pupils blown. The neon from the window painted stripes of red and blue across his cheekbones.
“Fuck,” he muttered, to himself. “Pretty when you’re losing.”
Your moan vibrated around him. His hips stuttered before he buried himself deeper, holding you there until your lungs burned and tears spilled over
He pulled back only enough to let you gasp, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock, then pushed back in. Throat working around him, cheeks hollowed, tears streaking down your face while he watched like it was the best show he’d seen all week.
Every time you tried to take control, to bob faster, his grip tightened in your hair and held you still so he could set the pace. His hips snapped forward once, twice, then holding deep as he came down your throat with a low, guttural groan. You swallowed around him, throat fluttering, until he finally eased back
He pulled out slowly, thumb wiping the mess from your bottom lip before pushing it back inside your mouth.
“Double or nothing next week?”
𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐯𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 （𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍！）
you’re curled up in the middle of his bed like a feverish little cat, drowning in one of toji’s old black hoodies that swallows you whole, the sleeves dangling past your fingertips. your hair’s a mess, cheeks flushed from the fever instead of anything fun, tissues scattered around you like war casualties. the room smells like vicks vaporub, chamomile tea, and the faint cedarwood of toji’s skin that still clings to everything he owns.
he’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed, one brow arched so high it’s practically in his hairline.
“you look like death”
you peek up at him from under the hood, pout already locked and loaded. your voice comes out scratchy.
“‘m not that sick.”
toji snorts. “your temp was 101.4 an hour ago. you’re quarantined.”
you roll onto your stomach, ignoring the way your head spins a little, and push the hoodie up just enough to bare the dip of your waist and the curve of your ass in those tiny sleep shorts he pretends not to notice. you arch your back the tiniest bit—habit at this point—and let your legs kick lazily behind you.
“but i miss youuu,” you whine, dragging the word out until it’s pure sin. “miss your hands. miss your mouth. miss the way you—”
“ah-ah.” he cuts you off, stepping closer but staying just out of reach. “you’re not pullin’ that shit today. you can barely keep your eyes open.”
you flip onto your back again, hair fanning out on his pillow, and spread your thighs just enough to make a point. your shorts ride up. you know exactly what you’re doing.
“i’m awake now,” you murmur, voice all soft and syrupy despite the rasp. you trail lazy fingers down your stomach, stopping right at the waistband. “see? wide awake. and… needy.”
toji’s jaw flexes. he’s trying so hard to be the responsible one—big bad mercenary turned reluctant caretaker—and you can see the war happening behind those dark green eyes.
“you’re burning up,” he says, almost growling. “last thing you need is me fuckin’ you into the mattress.”
your lips curl. “that’s exactly what i need.”
he exhales through his nose like you’re testing every ounce of restraint he has left.
you sit up slowly, wincing a little at the ache in your body, but you don’t stop. you crawl to the edge of the bed on your knees, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, exposing the thin strap of your tank top and the swell of your breast.
“c’mon, toji,” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes. “just the tip? please? i’ll be so good. won’t even make you do any work. i’ll ride you slow..”
his hand shoots out and catches your chin. thumb drags across your bottom lip.
“you’re delirious.” He sighs to himself
“maybe,” you breathe against his thumb, flicking your tongue out to taste the rough pad of it. “but i’m also soaked. wanna feel?”
you grab his wrist and guide his hand down between your thighs. the moment his fingers brush the damp cotton, he curses under his breath.
“fuckin’ hell, woman.”
“told you,” you whisper triumphantly, rocking against his palm just once. your breath hitches. “i need you. please, toji. i’ll stop whining after, i swear. just… make me feel better.”
he stares at you for a second before he shoves you back onto the pillows with one hand, the hoodie gets yanked up and off in one impatient motion, your tank top shoved up to bunch under your tits. he’s already kicking off his sweats, cock heavy and thick in his fist as he climbs over you.
“you get five minutes,” he says against your throat, teeth grazing your pulse. “five minutes of me inside you, then you take your meds and sleep. you whine after that and i’m edging you till you cry.”
you moan just from the promise, legs wrapping around his waist “deal!”
he doesn’t tease long tip flicking against your slit..you’re already shaking from fever and from how badly you want him. Letting how wet you are guid him into pushing into you in one long, slow slide that has your back arching off the bed and a broken little sob falling from your lips.
“fuck so fucking warmm” he hisses, forehead dropping to yours. “even sick you’re tryin’ to kill me.”
you clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in. “harder. please. don’t baby me.”
he laughs snapping his hips forward hard enough to make the headboard tap the wall.
“Oh my— babyy!” you’re scratching up his shoulders
he’s fucking you like he’s trying to prove a point deep, deliberate, every thrust dragging against that soft spot that makes your toes curl. one big hand wraps loosely around your throat while the other pins your hip down so you can’t squirm away from the intensity.
“this what you wanted, huh?” he mutters, voice gravel-rough. “wanted me to stuff this little pussy while you’re all feverish and pathetic?”
“yes—yes—yes—” you chant, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed deeper now from something other than a common cold
he leans down, lips brushing your ear. “gonna cum quick for me then, yeah? gonna soak my cock so i can pull out and let you sleep like a good girl.”
you come with a broken cry, trembling hard, walls fluttering around him so tight he nearly loses it right there. he grinds in deep through your spasms, lets you ride it out until you’re oversensitive and boneless
only then does he pull out still hard, still leaking..ignoring your weak whine of protest.
“told you. five minutes.”
he wipes you down with a warm cloth, tucks you back under the covers, hoodie pulled back over your head like a cocoon. you’re already drifting, body heavy and sated despite the lingering ache.
“sleep, brat. you get round two when the fever breaks.” you smile sleepily, already half gone.
“…promise?”
“yeah, baby. promise.”
note: fever delusions hit different stay hydrated babes ily
𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 <𝟑: 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍！
ღ--The haze in the room is thick, curling into the dim glow of Sukuna’s shitty LED lights, casting everything in a deep, muted purple.
You’re already a little dizzy from how much you’ve smoked, head buzzing, limbs heavy, but Sukuna? He’s fine. Always is. Barely blinks when he takes a long drag of the cherry printed rolling paper. only exhales slow, his dark lashes low as he watches you struggle to take half of his dick.
“You got nowhere to go, so stop squirming,” he mutters
You whine, pressing your palms against his chest, but his arms are wrapped tight around you, an iron lock, a bear hug that has your body pressed flush against him, caged in like he’s daring you to even think about pulling away.
“You’re so mean,” you murmur, voice breathy, almost on the verge of tears.
Sukuna scoffs, dragging his lips up the side of your neck, nipping at your skin in punishment. “Your cunt seems to like it, she’s practically cumming already.” He punctuates it by rolling his hips up, making you gasp, nails curling against his shirt.
Your thighs tremble as you try to move—try being the key word—because sukuna isn’t letting you set any kind of pace. No, he keeps his hands locked around your waist, the pressure keeping you trapped in his lap, forcing you to indulge in how big his dick actually was (you accidentally made a dick joke that isn’t really funny anymore!)
“Oh! too much-“ this is so humiliating!
“Shut up,” fingers dig into the small of your back as he fucks up into you harder more than positive that he’s past your cervix.
“You’re the one who wanted to sit on my dick so bad. What’s wrong? can’t handle it?” You couldn’t help but bounce on him.
“Mmm! n-no I can handle it!” lips parting in a soft moan that has him smirking like he’s proved his point that his dick actually wasn’t small.
A couple deep more strokes and he practically has you soaking his lap and gaming chair. “think you’re so funny baby? Hm?,” he murmurs while gripping a handful of your ass.
All you can pay attention to is the sound of skin hitting skin and trying not to squirt all over everything!
“Let’s see who’s really funny after I make your pretty cunt cry all over me,”
𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘’𝐒 𝖥𝖳: 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𑄻𑄾
𑄻𑄾—“Sit pretty, again,”
You feel it before you even settle—his stomach mouth opens again beneath you, wide and wet and starving, tongue snaking up between your legs like it remembers the shape of your cunt. It flicks up, impatient, like it missed you.
You arch your back instinctively, but his lower hands are already on you—one shoving your hips down, the other spreading your ass to give that greedy tongue everything it wants. Your face is flushed against his chest, sticky with his earlier cum, but you moan loud when the tongue starts lapping at you again, deeper, messier, wetter than before.
And he’s still jacking off.
You can feel the sharp tug of his movements above you—his two top hands, each wrapped around a thick dick, stroking furiously as he watches your body twitch over his mouth. His groans echo through his stomach, vibrating your pussy like a toy.
“You’re fuckin’ sick, y’know that?” he pants, grinning down at you, veins in his neck popping from effort. “Bent over my tongue while I beat my dick like a slut.”
You sob into his skin, but your hips won’t stop rocking. You’re grinding back against that monstrous tongue now, messy and reckless, while it slathers you in hot spit, thrusting in and out of you with obscene sounds.
“Ohhh, that’s it—ride it like a good little toy,” he snarls. “You feel that? My stomach’s fuckin’ moaning for you. Dripping. Bet you’d let me fuck you with it if I had a dick there too.”
Your whole body spasms. That should sound horrifying, disgusting—but your mind’s gone fuzzy with overstimulation and the only thing that comes out is a wrecked little whimper.
“Goddamn,” he groans, both his cocks twitching, leaking as he fists them faster. “You’re squeezin’ my tongue like you wanna make it cum. You want me to shoot all over your back again, don’t you?”
You nod frantically, cunt fluttering.
He laughs—low and dark. Then he leans over you, one hand still jerking himself, the other gripping your ass as the stomach tongue fucks into you harder.
“You’re not gettin’ off this thing ‘til I see you shake. Squirt on it.”
Your moans turn into screams. Your body trembles. Your slick gushes out in waves down his waiting tongue—
And then Sukuna explodes above you, twin streams of hot cum shooting across your back and thighs, while he growls your name through gritted teeth like he’s branding it into your soul!
Ugh I’m so proud of this fic 😭
i love ur writing so much omg! if it’s not too much trouble do u have any tips for new writers? i’ve been struggling with finding my voice when i write and would love some tips if you have any😭 totally okay if not. thank uu!
omg thank u so much bby! honestly my biggest tip is to keep writing, even when it feels awkward. your voice shows up naturally the more you practice. try writing in your notes app first so you can get an idea of what you want your whole writing aesthetic to be or just to practice. Biggest thing I will say is you HAVE to start somewhere and do not feed into the toxicity on here! Another big one is write what you like to read, base your writings on ideas from books, tv shows, etc etc. always explore into new ideas to get a feel on what YOU like to write 🤍
𝑵𝑶 𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑼𝑩𝑺!? 𝐅𝐭; 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢!
𝜗𝜚--“You’re a fuckin’ brat,” he muttered against your mouth, his other hand already sliding down, tugging your hips against his.“
—-you hated him. Hated the way he looked at you when you came over—like you were some spoiled 20 something, he regretted letting into his house. Hated the way his stupid deep voice cut through the kitchen whenever you tried to say anything. Hated that he always had to get the last word.
And yet you were still here…“Don’t leave your shit on the counter.” His voice was a grouchy low murmur as he passed by, broad shoulders filling the whole space like he owned the air you breathed. “You’re not one of the kids. Clean up after yourself.”
You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. “Jesus, it’s just a cup you dick.”
His head snapped back toward you, dark eyes narrowing. “What’d you just call me?”
You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, daring him. “You heard me.”
That was the thing with Toji—he was always pushing, always testing. And you pushed right back, even when you knew you shouldn’t..maybe that was the problem between you and him.
He stepped closer, close enough that you could smell the faint hint of his cologne under the sweat of his day. His jaw flexed. “You don’t talk to me like that in my house especially when I pay your fucking bills.”
“Or what?” You tilted your chin up, your voice dripping with mock sweetness. “You gonna fire me? Tell your wife her nanny’s got a mouth on her? That her grown man of a husband can’t handle?”
His glare burned into you, and you knew you’d struck a nerve. His wife—always the silent ghost between you two, the reminder of what this was supposed to be. Off-limits. Obviously there was something there between the two of you but you were too scared to even act on it and Toji had too much self control.
But Toji didn’t pull away. He crowded in closer, his chest nearly brushing yours, his voice dropping to something dangerous. “You don’t know when to shut the fuck up,”
Your lips parted, heartbeat stuttering. “Make me.”
The kitchen went silent, heavy, the sudden sound of the washer machine buzzing in the background was enough to give you heart palpitations. Then his hand was on your jaw, almost bruising, tilting your face up as his mouth crashed into yours—angry, hungry, like he wanted to shut you up and swallow every word you’d ever thrown at him.
You gasped into it, nails curling into his shirt, because god, you hated him—but you wanted him even more. His teeth caught your lip, and you whined, and it only made him groan, grip tightening like he’d been waiting for you to break.
“You’re a fuckin’ brat,” he muttered against your mouth, his other hand already sliding down, tugging your hips against his.
“And you’re—” you tried to spit back, but his tongue pushed past your lips, shutting you up the way he said he would, the fight burning up and out until there was nothing left but heat and the taste of him.
cupping your ass, yanking you flush against the hard press of him. Your breath caught, and you hated yourself for the way your body leaned into it, for how quick your thighs squeezed together when you felt how ready he was.
“You wanted this, huh?” Toji muttered against your mouth, voice rough. “All that mouth just so I’d shut you up like this? With my kids upstairs asleep and the missus at work? What a dirty girl.”
You whined, trying to shake your head, but he gripped your jaw tighter until your lips parted in a helpless gasp. His tongue swept in again, filthy, claiming, and when he pulled back there was a thin string of spit between you that made your face burn.
“You’re disgusting,” you whispered, chest heaving.
He smirked, leaning in so close you could feel the heat of his words against your lips. “Yeah? Then what’s that—” his fingers dragged down between your thighs, pressing against the heat of your panties “—drippin’ through your shorts?”
Your whole body jolted. “Toji—”
He cut you off with a laugh,, already sliding his hand under the thin fabric. “God, you’re wet. All that fightin’, all that attitude…and it was just ‘cause you want me to fuck you?”
“Shut up,” you hissed, grabbing at his wrist, but he was too strong, too much, two fingers slipping easily through your folds and pushing inside before you could stop him.
The sound that left you was humiliating—high, needy, nothing like the sharp comebacks you’d been throwing at him seconds ago.
“There she is.” He curled his fingers, smirk widening when your knees buckled. “Knew you’d sound like that once I got my hands on you. Not so fuckin’ tough now, are you?”
You shook your head desperately, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as his pace quickened, every thrust of his fingers hitting deep, relentless.
“Say it,” he growled, his free hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back. “Say you wanted this.”
Your lip trembled. “I—I hate you.”
He laughed, low and mean, before crashing his mouth back onto yours, swallowing your cry as he fucked you on his fingers against the kitchen counter.
babes, if you continue your inmate Toji series, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE make a jealous Toji like him almost being out but another inmate tried to flirt with her while she was waiting for him 😈🔥 the rest you can execute cause that's the idea I have for now hehe, ALSO I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE IT LEFT ME WANTING MORE 🤧 THANK YOU QUEEN TAKE CARE <333
THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA ILY 🤍
hi queen, i loveedddd ur toji inmate series, would you ever write a part 3?
I would! I just have so many ideas and I don’t know where to leave that series off? But eventually I will 🤍
𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 𝑓𝑡：𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀ꨄ
“ღ--it’s as if he sees you as fragile. As if he doesn’t want you anymore.“
You barely recognize yourself in the mirror these days. Your belly is round, heavy, your once-snug nightgown now stretching over your form in a way that makes you sigh. Your feet ache, your back is sore, and worst of all—you feel unwanted.
Sukuna hasn’t touched you in weeks.
Sure, he’s affectionate—his big hands on your stomach, rubbing gentle circles, kissing your forehead before he leaves for work. But that’s all it ever is. Soft. Careful. Distant.
It eats at you. You’re needy, frustrated, desperate for the hunger that used to burn in his eyes when he looked at you. Now, it’s as if he sees you as fragile. As if he doesn’t want you anymore.
So when he comes home late that night, you don’t bother waiting up for him. You curl under the covers, turning away when he walks into the room, his voice low and rough from the long day.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
His brows furrow at the short answer. Sukuna isn’t stupid. He knows when you’re upset. He sits on the edge of the bed, his weight dipping the mattress. His warm hand moves to your hip, but you shrug it off, burying your face into the pillow.
“You’re mad at me.”
“No, I’m just tired.”
Silence. You hear him exhale through his nose, feel the heat of his body as he leans closer.
“You’ve been acting different,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your shoulder. You shiver despite yourself, but the insecurity inside you only grows.
“Maybe I wouldn’t be if you still wanted me.”
Sukuna stills—His hand moves then..gripping your chin, turning you to face him. His crimson eyes are sharp, unreadable, and the way he’s looking at you makes your heart pound.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
You bite your lip, suddenly regretting the outburst. But you don’t look away. “You don’t touch me anymore.” Your voice is small, wavering. “You don’t look at me like you used to.”
Sukuna lets out a low, dark chuckle, but there’s no humor in it. His grip tightens just a little, forcing you to hold his gaze. “You think I don’t want you?” His tone is dangerous, laced with something you can’t quite name.
“You act like I’m—”
“Like what?” His voice drops lower, and before you can finish, he’s pulling you into his lap, manhandling you like you don’t weigh a thing. Your nightgown rides up, and you gasp, shifting you in his lap, dragging your soaked heat against the thick outline of his cock.
“Like I’m not dying to fuck you?” His lips brush against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Like I don’t wake up every goddamn morning with my cock aching because I know I can’t?”
You blink, confused. “Can’t?”
Sukuna groans, his hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. “You think I don’t want to ruin you? That I don’t want to bend you over and fuck you stupid like I used to?” His lips ghost over your throat, and you whimper when he bites down
“Then why—”
“Because I don’t want to fucking hurt you, dumbass.” His voice is strained, rough. “Because every time I touch you, I have to hold myself back from fucking you the way I need to.”
You let out a soft, breathy moan as he grinds against you, his frustration evident. His fingers slide under your nightgown, tracing up your thighs, dipping between them to find you already soaked.
“Fuck,” he growls, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re killing me-“
Sukuna growled against your lips, his grip on your hips tightening as you shifted in his lap, grinding just enough to make him curse under his breath.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, his fingers digging into your flesh, holding you still. “Careful.”
You pouted, breath shaky. “I just—”
“I know.” His voice was softer this time, his hands smoothing over your belly, a rare gentleness in his touch. “But I’m not gonna fuck you like this.”
Before you could protest, he moved, his strength effortless as he lifted you, rolling you onto your side against the bed. His body followed, pressing up behind you, his chest warm against your back.
“This way’s easier on you,” he murmured, sliding a hand under your thigh to spread you open for him. His cock was already heavy against you, teasing, making you shiver.
“But I like being on top,” you mumbled, breath hitching when he rolled his hips, letting his tip drag through your slick folds.
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You can ride me when you’re not carrying my kid.” His hand slid down, gripping your jaw, tilting your face back to meet his eyes. “Right now, you let me take care of you.”
𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘’𝐒 𝖥𝖳: 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𑄻𑄾
𑄻𑄾—“Sit pretty, again,”
You feel it before you even settle—his stomach mouth opens again beneath you, wide and wet and starving, tongue snaking up between your legs like it remembers the shape of your cunt. It flicks up, impatient, like it missed you.
You arch your back instinctively, but his lower hands are already on you—one shoving your hips down, the other spreading your ass to give that greedy tongue everything it wants. Your face is flushed against his chest, sticky with his earlier cum, but you moan loud when the tongue starts lapping at you again, deeper, messier, wetter than before.
And he’s still jacking off.
You can feel the sharp tug of his movements above you—his two top hands, each wrapped around a thick dick, stroking furiously as he watches your body twitch over his mouth. His groans echo through his stomach, vibrating your pussy like a toy.
“You’re fuckin’ sick, y’know that?” he pants, grinning down at you, veins in his neck popping from effort. “Bent over my tongue while I beat my dick like a slut.”
You sob into his skin, but your hips won’t stop rocking. You’re grinding back against that monstrous tongue now, messy and reckless, while it slathers you in hot spit, thrusting in and out of you with obscene sounds.
“Ohhh, that’s it—ride it like a good little toy,” he snarls. “You feel that? My stomach’s fuckin’ moaning for you. Dripping. Bet you’d let me fuck you with it if I had a dick there too.”
Your whole body spasms. That should sound horrifying, disgusting—but your mind’s gone fuzzy with overstimulation and the only thing that comes out is a wrecked little whimper.
“Goddamn,” he groans, both his cocks twitching, leaking as he fists them faster. “You’re squeezin’ my tongue like you wanna make it cum. You want me to shoot all over your back again, don’t you?”
You nod frantically, cunt fluttering.
He laughs—low and dark. Then he leans over you, one hand still jerking himself, the other gripping your ass as the stomach tongue fucks into you harder.
“You’re not gettin’ off this thing ‘til I see you shake. Squirt on it.”
Your moans turn into screams. Your body trembles. Your slick gushes out in waves down his waiting tongue—
And then Sukuna explodes above you, twin streams of hot cum shooting across your back and thighs, while he growls your name through gritted teeth like he’s branding it into your soul!
your little husband cowboy gojo fic is so underrated imo
that shit had me BAD
#needthat
IM SO GLAD THANK YOU BBY 💘
“𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴!?“ 𝒇𝒕: 𝑇𝑅𝑈𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝑀 𝑆𝑈𝐾𝑈𝑁𝐴 ꨄ
✰： 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ，𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙎𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 ,𝙎𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 , 𝙎𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠 ,𝘿𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 , 𝘾𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝘿𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜
“Come on, sweetheart,” he purred, voice dark and low in your ear. “You wanted to ride me so bad? Show me how pretty that little pussy looks stretched around both of ‘em.”
Your brain short-circuited.
“I-I can’t,” you whimpered, trying to push on his chest weakly. “S’too—too much, I can’t even move, I—” he immediately cut you off making you pout “You can,” he growled. “And you will. Get on.”
So you did. Shaking. Crying. Dripping with your own slick.
He guided you—one cock nudging into your soaked, swollen entrance while the other slid up between your cheeks, pressed hot against your ass. You squealed at the stretch, barely able to breathe, barely able to think.
“You take it all the time,” he growled, licking a tear off your cheek. “Why you actin’ so shy now? You were just beggin’ me to use all my parts—”
“Not both!” you sobbed.
But he ignored that, one pair of hands holding your waist firm, the others teasing your clit and tweaking your nipples as he slowly sank you down onto both.
You screamed…Half in pain, half in sheer, electric ecstasy.
You were so full it felt wrong—like there was no space inside you left untouched, no inch of you that wasn’t claimed by him, filled by him, wrecked by him.
“That’s it,” he moaned, watching your eyes roll back. “Fuck, look at you. Little hole stretched to its limit, belly bulging like a good girl. You love this, huh? You love being nothing but a toy for me.”
Your legs are barely holding you up, thighs trembling and body slick with sweat, but Sukuna doesn’t care. Not when you’re stuffed with both of his cocks, barely hanging on, tears dripping onto his chest as you twitch through another overstimulated high.
“Bounce, sweetheart,” he growls, voice low and sharp. “C’mon, use those hips. That’s what you wanted, right?”
You try—god, you try—rolling your hips slow and pathetic, your body way too overstimulated to keep up with him. But Sukuna just clicks his tongue, four hands tightening around your waist.
“Tch. Useless like this. Fine, I’ll help you.”
A nd before you can protest, he thrusts up.
Your mouth drops open in a silent scream, the stretch searing as he drives both cocks up into you in one brutal stroke. Your hands slap against his chest, nails dragging down his skin, but he just grins—fingers digging into your hips now, forcing you to bounce as he ruts up from underneath.
Your body jerks like a ragdoll, skin clapping against his, stuffed so deep you can feel him in your stomach every time he grinds up.
“You like that?” he hisses. “You feel how deep I am, doll? Fuckin’ bulging out your tummy—can’t even ride right without me takin’ over.”
“P-Please,” you whimper, slurring your words, tears sliding down your flushed cheeks. “Kuna—s’too much, I-I can’t—!”
He laughs dark and breathless. “Oh, you can. Look at you—you’re takin’ both like a filthy little champ. Cryin’, shakin’, still fuckin’ bouncin’ on it.”
“You’re gonna come like this,” he whispered into your ear, breath hot. “Stuffed full, riding both my cocks, every nerve in that bratty little body begging for mercy. You gonna be good for me?”
“Y-Yes!” you sobbed. “Yes, yesyesyes please—!”
“That’s my girl. Look at that messy little face—so dumb on my cock. You gonna ride again?”