certainly (hopefully) this piques someone’s interest 😭🙏🏾 sort of slow updates (im terrible at fillers, so sorry)
if you like urban romance, black leads, interesting backgrounds on the love interest, realistic characters, and looooots of music references, you should love this book.
in new orleans, a young woman becomes entangled with a new friend, their connection striking fast and cutting deeper than either expected. w
in new orleans, a young woman becomes entangled with a new friend, their connection striking fast and cutting deeper than either expected. what feels magnetic pulls them into late nights and shadowed corners where the city's music hums low beneath the weight of their desire. she draws him in with a quiet edge, their bond sharp, almost dangerous in how naturally it forms. but as their pasts press in, they're forced to confront the truths they've both tried to outrun, testing whether their love can survive the darkness trailing close behind.
Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've loved him first before this whole ordeal even happened — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation.
"So tight, baby," Yūji says between sucking his breath. He's not quite sure whether to ram and go at a harsher pace or let you adjust to his girth first. His control is being tested too much right now. "Even after all that."
You moan his name in praise before you lock your legs around his waist and pull yourself closer to him, effectively shutting him up from keeping things slow. You've always wanted things rougher, something that Yūji loves about you (but even then, he still wishes to take his time).
"Oh s-shit, baby!" Yūji would've let his eyes roll back if he wasn't focused on keeping his entire weight off of you. "F-Fuck!"
"H-Harder, Yūji," you beg him, "please."
Yūji doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs hold of your thighs roughly and pounds into you like an animal in heat. You arch your back further for more, and he gives in.
"So good, baby," Yūji drools, "so, so good. Oh my — fuck!"
Just as you are coming down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the air and breaks it easily as if he had done this countless times before.
"Enchain."
Suddenly you are flipped on your hands and knees. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases your ears.
"Y-Yū —"
"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice deeply rumbles against your skin.
This is the first time he's ever made his presence known to you. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and break through Yūji's control — and right in the middle of fucking, too.
"Heh," he yanks you further until you can see his eyes gazing heatedly at yours, "pussy so good, my own vessel lost control. Let's see if you do live up to that expectation."
Then he slams your head against the pillow and fucks you senseless. It's wrong . . . to even feel how fucking good it is to be brutally pounded.
Yet, here you are in the mercy of a sadistic curse, cackling like a bastard that he is.
Sukuna had you spread out for him, as he continues to ram his cock up inside of you. One of his hands kneads your ass mockingly before he slaps each cheek hard.
Your teeth bite into the soft fabric of the pillow, muffling your screams lest you want Megumi to hear you at the other side of the room. At this point, Sukuna slapping you might've really been a dead giveaway.
"Y-Yūji —"
"My name, brat —"
"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"
"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit.
You arch your back unknowingly to the sensation, and before you could have thought twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"
"Good." He mutters darkly, "Good girl."
He fondles your breasts next. Then his tongue laps to the outline of your spine and back up to your neck, where he marks you. His canines have sunk into your skin so deeply, he can taste your blood, and that further fuels him into a mess of moans and praise as if he's drunk on an aphrodisiac.
"Again." He orders you. "My name. Only."
"Sukuna," you say. "Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna! F-Fuck, I —"
"That's it."
The first of your orgasms comes to you like a torrent. It's harsh and unforgiving, much like how Sukuna doesn't even stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away.
When you feel that he's finally slowed down, when his hands have released the hold against your body, and you allow yourself to breathe a little better, there's a sudden shift between you and the King of Curses. You realize that it's because you've been flipped back and your legs are locked around his waist again.
"S-Sukuna?"
"No," Yūji breathlessly says. He leans his face closer until his lips brush yours. "I-It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?"
You shake your head with a smile. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine."
"Yeah?" Yūji perks up. You notice that his cock has hardened once more and he's repositioning himself to your abused cunt.
"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating."
Yūji bumps his nose against yours. The heat in his eyes is visible, but it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at prior.
"That was hot," Yūji admits. "Watching you . . . like that."
"It was," you breathe out.
When you peer below Yūji's eyes, you swear you've seen the glints of red and black squinting back at you as if to tell you that he's heard about your little honesty.
Well, it really can't be helped sometimes. After all, loving Yūji does come with a deal.
frat!kuna wants to hear your pretty noises (shy!reader)
even though sukuna wasn’t very vocal, that didn’t mean he didn’t want you to be. when you randomly went quiet underneath him, he wasn’t pleased. his thick cock split you open, causing your gummy walls to flutter around his length. you were squirming underneath him with your pupils blown wide as you took him. sukuna was in awe—you looked beautiful under him just as always—but something was missing. aside from the sound of skin on skin, it was quiet. too quiet.
“don’t go silent on me,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “i need to hear you.”
you were flustered. you turned your head away in embarrassment and shook your head. he snapped his hips again, tip nudging your cervix. you bit your lip to suppress the moan threatening to escape from you.
“are you embarrassed?” sukuna asked. “there’s no need to be, i promise.”
you hesitated, moved by his reassurance. he felt good and you wanted to show him that. but, you were shy. plus, it wasn’t like he made any noise other than his praise and a few low grunts here and there. you didn’t want to do it alone.
“taking me so well,” sukuna groaned. “so fucking tight you’d think i didn’t take good care of you.”
you let out a quiet moan, back arching. it was so hard to keep quiet, especially with the way he buried you to the hilt. you were so full of him you couldn’t think straight. heat pooled in your stomach as he fucked you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.
sukuna was close too, how could he not be? your warm walls hugged his length tightly, practically sucking him into your tight cunt. the sight of you under him was enough to get him off. but without the sound of your broken cries, he wasn’t sure if he could finish just yet.
sukuna decided instead of telling you you weren’t alone, he’d show you. the groan he let out snapped you out of it. you clenched around him immediately at the sound.
“‘kuna,” you whined without even realizing it. “feels s’good.”
“there she is. my pretty girl, don’t hide from me. let me hear how good it feels, yeah?”
you nodded and spread your legs even wider. sukuna angled his hips slightly to where his cock reached your sweet spot with each thrust. the delicious stretch was blinding. you cried out his name as you took all of him. his balls slapped against your ass, the lewd sound filling the room and egging him on even more. sukuna groaned into your ear and whispered to you.
“you’re close? come for me, need to hear it and feel it.”
you weren’t as quiet when you came. your orgasm shattered over you at his words. you cried out his name and gripped his bicep. as you came down from the high, you panted, lip quivering as you caught your breath. sukuna followed you right after. he buried you to the hilt with his cock, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside your pussy. he groaned softly before collapsing on the bed beside you. his arms found yours, pulling you close to his chest. you put your ear to his chest and listened. his heart was pounding so hard like it was about to burst. you looked up at him with a small smile. he mirrored it and pressed his lips to your forehead.
“to be honest, i don’t think i can go again without hearing you,” he admitted. “don’t be afraid, i got you. always.”
nerd!jo couldn't have been happier for you when you'd run into his dorm showing off the pretty A+ on the top of your exam papers.
Honestly, he couldn't have been—after an entire semester of late nights driving each other insane just hoping for this, and now that it was real, yours... he couldn't have been prouder.
Which is precisely why he couldn't understand how he went from being so proud of you to having you bent over his desk in a matter of minutes.
Maybe it was how you gave him a tight hug while thanking him for all the help. Your body pressed so tightly against yours, the warmth of your breath against his ear.
Maybe it was the hitch in your breath when you said his name, the fact it sent a jolt of blood right down to his cock as he imagined you whimpering it instead.
Or, maybe it was the fact that you slammed your lips against his and tugged him to his desk by his sweater vest.
That damn sweater vest that was now discarded, thrown off by you when he was tugging off his belt like it was the only thing keeping him from heaven.
It didn't matter what brought the two of you to this point—not really. Not when he was splitting you open on his annoyingly large cock with each drunken thrust of his hips.
His tongue clicked softly as he watched you push away his notes & textbooks, slowing his thrusts into a filthy grind as he leaned to whisper in your ear. "Just sit still and be a good girl, yeah?"
He pressed hot kisses down your shoulder blades as his hands found your hips, holding you nice & steady as he drew his hips back, just to slam himself to the hilt, breath hitching as he felt your walls flutter around him, thighs twitching as a whine escaped your throat.
Fuck. You sounded filthy like that.
"Mm, Toru—fuck—jus' like that." You mewled, glancing over your shoulder as his piercing blue eyes met yours, your hand reaching out, carefully pushing up his glasses as he slammed his hips into yours again.
"Yeah?" He rasped, leaning forward to leave barely an inch between your faces, "You like that, sweetheart?" His lips pressed against yours, leaving a gentle kiss, which was the stark opposite of his punishing pace.
HIs grip on your hips tightened as he groaned "Oh fuck!" Gojo bit out, slamming into you at a brutal pace, his blushing cockhead giving your cervix a bullying kiss every other stroke. "Fuck, you feel so tight... Damn it."
His quickening pace only left you a whiny mess as you drooled on the oakwood, "Fuckfuckfuck!"
Gojo buried his nose between your shoulder blades as he let out a low groan, sucking on the soft skin, nipping softly as your walls spasmed around his length.
"Mm, Toru—hic—m'close really close." You mewled, hiding your face in your hands as Gojo smirked against your skin, slamming into the hilt once more as a broken moan escaped your throat.
He couldn't miss the way you tensed when your release hit, the way your thighs spasmed so hard he had to hold your hips tight so you wouldn't just slide off his desk.
He couldn't miss the way you breathed out "Fuck... I love you" into your hands as he slowed his pace—hips stuttering as the sentence registered, before his release hit him like a freight train.
With the final thrust of his hips, he spilled deep within your still twitching cunt, breathing slowly as he pulled out. "Yeah... I love you too." He admitted, blushing furiously as he averted his gaze.
"Thank god. That would have been embarrassing." You murmured, gripping the edge of his desk as you flipped yourself over, looking at him. "Pretty sure I'll be dizzy for a while." You teased.
"Shit, I'm sorry." He dragged a hand down his face in frustration, reaching out and perching you on the desk.
"I'm not." You pressed your palms to Gojo's chest, thumb rubbing softly on his skin. "Same time next semester?"
Gojo's breath hitched, just for a moment, before he pressed his forehead to yours. "Yeah... next time next semester."
you felt the weight of sukuna’s body pressing you deeper into the soft sheets, his four arms caging you in with a possessive hunger that made your breath hitch.
the king of curses loomed over your smaller frame, his crimson eyes glowing with dark amusement as he positioned himself between your spread thighs. his thick cock rested heavy against your entrance, already slick from the way he had teased you open with his fingers, but even after all that preparation the sheer size of him seemed impossible.
“look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough like gravel under silk, one hand stroking along your hip while another gripped the base of his length. “so wet for me yet still so tight. you think you can take all of it, little one?”
you nodded shakily, fingers clutching at his broad shoulders, heart pounding as he began to push forward. the blunt head of his cock stretched you open slowly, forcing your walls to yield inch by careful inch.
it burned in the most delicious way, a deep pressure that made your back arch and your lips part in a silent gasp. sukuna growled softly, his control straining as he watched your body struggle to accommodate him, the veins along his shaft pulsing against your sensitive flesh.
he rocked his hips with measured patience, feeding you another thick inch despite the way your inner muscles fluttered and clenched around the invasion. sweat beaded on your skin, your thighs trembling around his waist while his other hands roamed, one pinching a nipple to distract from the stretch, another sliding down to rub slow circles over your clit. “breathe,” he commanded gently, almost tenderly for someone so powerful, leaning down to press his lips against your throat. “relax for me. let me fit inside this perfect little cunt.”
every push drew a whimper from your throat, the fullness overwhelming yet addictive as he worked himself deeper. your body gradually opened for him, slick sounds filling the room with each shallow thrust until finally, after what felt like an eternity of delicious torment, his hips met yours. he was buried to the hilt, stretching you so completely that you could feel him in your belly, the outline of his cock visible beneath your skin. sukuna groaned in satisfaction, holding still to let you adjust, his forehead resting against yours.
“there we go,” he whispered, voice thick with lust, beginning to move in long, deliberate strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you.
“such a good girl, taking all of me.” the rhythm built steadily, pleasure crashing through the initial discomfort until you were moaning beneath him, lost in the way he filled you so perfectly, completely claimed by the curse who refused to let even a fraction of himself go unused.
"enough, you. i am trying to watch this." sukuna hisses, pushing your socked feet away from his face for the umpteenth time. you keep rubbing the fuzzy fabric against him because it makes him shudder. you never thought he, your hulking, strong, worryingly resistant-to-pain boyfriend would be all sensitive and ticklish to some fuzz, and yet here you are.
"why? it's cute, kuna. im just showing you somethin'." goadingly, you nudge the clean fabric under his chin, hoping to rile him up further, and he grabs your ankle and drags you forward, snarling at you and grabbing both of your feet, holding them in place against his lap.
oh.
oh.
he must underestimate you.
slowly, you rub the soles of your covered feet back and forth against his crotch, feeling the bulge twitch and throb at the attention inflicted on it. now, sukuna's trying to save face, staring stubbornly at the tv and pretending his dick's not overreacting to some faint touches.
you laugh. "you're so sensitive. think you can cum just from this?"
"i haven't the faintest idea what you're referring to."
you laugh and turn your feet so that your soles are placed together with his chubbed bulges in between. you rub up and down and side to side slowly, rolling his dicks and pressing them together in the thin sweatpants he's wearing tonight. hideous thing, he thinks. he only wore it because you bought it for him after he'd been wearing robes around your home.
wanting him to have more casual, comfortable clothing, you bought him a couple pieces of loungewear - mostly in gray - and gave it to him, reassuring him tht nobody's meant to see him in it but you.
and here you are, taking advantage of his love for you and willingness to wear the thin fabric that makes the print of his dick visible through it, an easy way for you to watch his cocks grow and react whenever your feet rub on them just right.
with how hard he is, there's little space in his sweats and even less in his custom-made boxers, so the friction you're giving him is just causing his cocks to press together, mixing pre-cum leakage since his tips are touching.
sukuna tips his head back. "fuck, what are you doing, human? this is obscene," he pants, unable to stifle his sounds. the remote control in one of his four hands clatters to the sofa cushion as he focuses on your feet between his strong thighs, not even interesting in playing it cool anymore.
the fabric of his sweats bunches and stretches over his thickening shafts, pressing against all the ridges and veins and heightening his sensitivity. it's different from if he were bare, or if it were your hands wrapping around his dicks. there's so much stimulation with both your feet on both his cocks through his clothes; that he just can't hold it in much longer.
the heads of his cocks keep rubbing quick circles against each other with each pump of your feet on him, having created a large wet spot on the front of his pants. you laugh softly, and he grits his teeth with embarrassment, a dark flush spreading across his cheeks. "do not- hnghh- mock me..." he tries to get out, but just manages to slur all his words together as his groans take over.
you continue moving your feet up and down in a long, rhythmic, stroking motion, the precum leaking out of him smearing along his dicks and acting as a heavy lubricant. the heat and mosture is trapped between fabric and skin.
you increase the pressure, squeezing his cocks together and curling your toes around the swollen heads, the movement a heavy, dragging sensation that makes his hips twitch upwards involuntarily. "you havin' fun, kuna?" you tease upon seeing the fucked out expression on his face, and he grits his teeth with aggravation.
"ill get you - fuck - back for this in just a moment, believe me..."
he breaks off into another heavy groan.
by now, the entire front of his sweatpants are soaked from pre seeping out of both his tips.
sukuna's close. close to cumming in his pants from some foot rubbing. so pathetic.
you pick up the pase, feet moving in frantic, inconsistent motions so that all of him is stimulated at once, effectively milking his cock through his pants. at some point, he shudders, grabbing fistfuls of his pink locks to keep himself calm. but its hard when you keep rubbing your toes on his sensitive tips, squeezing and rolling them against one another, while your sole and heel press into his shafts.
sukuna uses two of his hands to press your feet together a little harder, lifting them up and down on his dick quick and rough; making them press all up on his cock until finally, a fresh bout of wetness spreads on his pants.
he grunts your name as he cums, keeping your feet on him while he bucks up into them, his other two hands gripping the back of the sofa to keep him stable as he cums from both of his swollen tips.
convulsing, more and more cum pumps out of sukuna, your feet squeezing it straight out of him.
your feet keep grinding the hot release into the cloth of his pants, mixing it with sweat and the patch of pre from earlier, making a sticky mess all over the pants. some even seeps out and rests on the outer seam because of the thin fabric. you've made such a mess of him.
satisfied, you pick up the remote from the ground and kiss his cheek, changing the channel to your favorite one instead. now that he's spent, he can't really snatch it back from you or argue, and you get to watch your favorite without hearing any of his complaints. a huge win in your book, for sure.
mdni. sneaky link .ᐟtoji loves recording whilst you give him head.
cw: explicit sexual content. oral, recording, p in v (2.5 miliseconds), praise kink (meaf), he talks you through it (genuinely won’t stfu).
“smile for the camera, baby.”
your lashes flutter as you look up, directly into the lense of toji’s mobile phone.
it’s not an unwanted shock—you’ve been casually intertwined with him for the better part of your college senior year. you both wanted no-strings-attached, the sex was hot, and you kinda enjoyed having this dirty little (6’1 and packing) secret.
you couldn’t quite pin point when the tradition had started, but somewhere along the way, the two of you decidedly agreed that it would be a great idea to record your hookups for… entertainment purposes.
did you have way more to lose than toji fushiguro did?
yes.
could it potentially come back to bite you in the ass in the near future?
absolutely.
but during exam season, amidst countless nights of tireless work and hardly any play, you thanked your past self for agreeing to those videos, because watching yourself get fucked by toji fushiguro gave you a bigger dopamine boost than any amount of caffeine ever could.
you move your lips away from the leaking tip of his cock now, and his brows draw down.
“seriously?” you sigh, even as his dick pulses in your palm. “you know this angle isn’t flattering for me, ‘ji.”
toji looks around the camera so that his eyes meet yours. his lips tug up into a smirk, the stretch of skin causing his scar to curve. he reaches out to cup your jaw.
well you assume so. which means it’s a bit of a shock to the system when he pushes his thumb past your lips instead, pressing it down against your tongue.
“you look more than flattering, pretty girl,” he mumbles when you close your lips around his thumb. “you don’t even know.”
he pulls his finger out of your mouth with a wet pop! and you roll your eyes at the camera in hopes of distracting from the way you’re biting back a smile.
“whatever,” you huff, stroking the base of his length and readjusting yourself between his legs.
you slap his tip against your tongue. look up at the man behind the camera while you lick the glossy skin at his crown.
“look at you,” he hums, hand still cradling your chin as you leisurely suck his cock, tongue swirling playfully. “you love it, don’t ya?”
you narrow your eyes ever so slightly. open your mouth to ask what? when toji tuts. taps his finger beneath your chin.
“aht. don’t talk with your mouth full, baby,” he admonishes, eyes fixed on the screen that’s broadcasting your face while his lower abdomen tenses and his fingers white knuckle the rectangular device.
“you like my cock in your mouth?”
you tighten your grip instinctively, and his hips jerk. your free hand moves from his inner thigh to his pelvis, almost as if to hold him in place while you sink your head down, his length nudging further and further into your mouth until it meets the wall of resistance at back of your throat.
“fuck, of course you do. y’re so good at it,” he groans. “s’like you’re trying to swallow me whole, princess.”
you were.
toji suddenly thrusts upwards, and the pressure steals your breath away. his grip shifts from your jaw to the back of your neck as he holds your head down, eyes rolling back, the hand that’s brandishing the phone momentarily falling limp.
when he eventually slackens his hold, you lift yourself off his cock and gasp in the air you were denied. watch toji’s eyes trace the line of spit connecting your lips to his erection; his dick twitches.
“put it back in, angel,” he tells you, voice low.
and fuck, does it makes your pussy throb.
so you grip his cock at the base again, now coated in your saliva, and begin to stroke it up and down, the lewd, wet sounds no doubt being picked up by the microphone.
you look toji in the eye when you reasume your lips around his cock. you don’t think he’s dropped his from yours for more than a second or two since you lowered yourself to your knees before him.
he rocks his hips into your mouth. your eyes water and spill over as you gag, saliva dribbling down his thick length onto your own fingers. you know he’s close when his stomach begins to cave in, when his grip on your hair tightens.
“mouth st—ughh…stuffed full of my cock,” he breathes, hand moving to grip your chin once again. “should i finish in that pretty mouth, gorgeous?”
your throat vibrates with a wholly unintentional moan as you nod, and toji curses beneath his breath. you swear you feel his balls tighten beneath your fingers as his head lolls back against the couch.
you watch his jaw drop, watch his throat work around delight in the groan that blesses your ears. you watch his eyes roll back to the front of his skull when he sits up to look at you.
“no,” he rambles, visibly fighting to keep his eyes open. “that’s not what you want, is it?”
when toji drops the hand holding the phone, you frown. pull off his dick with a wet slurp. he gestures his head in a silent c’mere, and you easily oblige. feel the ache in your knees when you push yourself up and settle in the space between his spread legs. try to ignore his cock against your leg when you lean in.
toji kisses you tongue first, slow and wet, fingers threading through your hair and hand stroking the curve of your waist. he pulls you in closer, makes out with you deeper; you feel your hand that isn’t holding you up slide between your own legs, almost completely subconsciously.
he smiles against your lips. pulls away to whisper, “oh baby, look at you. so fucking needy.”
he pecks you once when he wraps his arm around your midsection before you get to touch yourself. pecks you again when he lifts you like you weight nothing and lays you down on the couch. it would be embarrassing—the way you lift your hips and shove your panties off like they’ve personally offended you—if you weren’t so fucking wet right now.
“sweet, desperate girl.” his lips curl up into a slow smirk whilst his hands trail paths from your calves to your knee.
when toji spreads your legs, your lips part in anticipation. you watch, stomach warm, chest rising and falling heavily as he kneels between your parted legs and takes his swollen cock in his hand. you look up to find his eyes on your face.
“y’want it on your stomach, angel?” he asks. “or shall i fill up this pretty cunt?”
“inside.” you breathe it without a second thought, hips bucking, chasing his. “cum inside me, ‘ji. want you to fill me up. quickly.”
his grin somehow widens, and he nods while he lines himself up with your entrance. pumps his hand while he drags his tip through the wetness that’s beginning to pool on the leather beneath you.
when toji pushes his hips forward, your jaw drops, hand instinctively reaching out, fingers grazing his lower abdomen. he doesn’t push any further past the first couple inches of his thick cock, though. just let’s the tip stretch your hole, then stays painfully still.
“toji,” you whine, glancing up at him. “move.”
he watches you for a second. then shakes his head.
“i don’t think that’s what i wanna do, baby,” he says, eyes finally dropping from yours to watch himself slide out. you sigh at the loss.
he guides himself back through your folds instead, using your own slick arousal as he begins to rocks his hips , tip nudging your clit so perfectly that your head almost instantly lolls back. you feel him lean down, hand beside your head, the heat of his body shrouding yours.
toji brushes his lips against your mouth but doesn’t make any move to kiss you. you moan quietly while he grinds into you over, and over. so good, too empty and not nearly enough.
“just look at you,” he mumbles, voice vibrating against your chest. “s’this why you trust me so much, huh? because you know i’d never let anyone see you like this?”
you buck instinctively, or maybe by way of answering truthfully, and he quickly grips your hip, pressing you down into the sofa. you know he’s close by the way his fingers dig into your flesh. the knot between his brows. the way he pants against your mouth, unable to form any more softly degrading words.
so you snake your hand around the back of his neck when you whisper, “godddd, keep going, ‘ji.”
toji’s head falls to your shoulder. he turns, presses his lips to your throat so that his breath warms the skin there instead.
you feel his thrusts transition to, sloppy, uncoordinated jerks as he mutters into your neck. words like “so fucking good” and “suuuch a perfect pussy” and “oh my fuck.”
you’re so focused on him that you’ve barely processed the heat spreading from your sensitive clit to your pelvic muscles until it’s paralysing you. until the pleasure is pulsing in your lower stomach and spreading to the tips of your toes, every muscle tensing up.
until you’re struggling through pathetic, whimpering breaths at the same time toji groans deep and long into the column of your throat.
you cum hard whilst he grinds against your pussy, even as he begins to paint your pelvis with warm, sticky liquid himself. toji moves like he can’t quite control himself, smearing his cum over your stomach, desperately dragging his hips against yours, cock between your bodies.
he collapses his body onto yours after over exerting himself, too heavy for you to do anything besides wrap your arms around the bulk of his shoulders.
“fuck, y/n,” he murmurs into your hair. “you still won’t be my girlfriend?”
you scoff. “fuck no. infidelity isn’t on my kink list.”
toji nips at your collarbone, but you feel the skin of his lips pulled taught from his smirk.
“i wouldn’t cheat on you,” he insists, even though you know it to be a bold faced lie.
you consolingly pat the muscles of his broad back. because you would one hundred percent prefer to never find out if he’s a man of his word.
“i won’t give you the satisfaction,” you tell him. “i’ll give you another round, though?”
a/n: wait chat i’m kinda shy right now we haven’t seen each other in so long… had to come back with some sneaky link content bc writing sneaky link fic to me is like that one sticker and the birds are soaring the fish are swimming the sun is shining and the girl is spinning. lmk if you know the one. anyway i MISSED you all omfg. also plug choso part 3 out this weekend i promise xxxxxx (lowkey proof read this with one eye open i’m sorry if it’s straight bunz.)
your nerdy fuckbuddy gojo has a tongue piercing?!?
“gojo—“ you said. “pause. stop.” you added, pulling his head up, away from your pussy. normally, you’d never stop him. ever. he pushed his slightly fogged up glasses up the bridge of his nose, and then spoke, his tone quiet and worried. “wh—what’s wrong? did— does it not feel good? a—am i going too fa—“ you shook your head quickly, and then sat up on your forearms.
“no, no, of course not— it’s .. i dunno. something feels.. weird. sort of.. cold.” you spoke, feeling sort of uncertain and deluded. you had never felt this feeling when he ate you out. you grabbed his chin lightly, and then thumbed at his lips. “do you have ice in your mouth or something?” you asked.
“uh—no..? but.. i.. can if you’d like that?” he said, looking up at you with a worried expression on his face. as he spoke, though, you noticed something shining in his mouth. “open your mouth.” you ordered. and he did so. quicker than you’d expected. he stuck his tongue out, and you gasped. “when did you get that?” you said, staring at the metal ball on his tongue.
“um.. a few days ago. i lost a bet with my brother.” he said, scratching his head and looking away, almost like he was embarrassed. “your brother.. the one in the fraternity?” you asked. “that’s the one.” he confirmed. wasn’t too far off from him. you’ve met him before— saturo. the sleazy, disgustingly sexy yet dangerous frat boy. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want him.
“hm.” you said quietly. “do you like it?” he whispered, going back down so his nose was level with your cunt. “does it make you feel good?” he said, his breath fanning over the sensitive flesh. he gave you a long, slow lick, from your hole to your clit, not breaking eye contact. “when i got it done,” he said quietly, giving your clit a sweet kiss, and snaking his arms around your thighs to hold you down, so you wouldn’t twitch so much. “i couldn’t stop thinking of you. i was so excited to use it on you..” he murmured against you.
he reached up his hand, dragging his middle finger and ring fingers from your clit, down to circle around your hole, and then finally, inserting them in. he leaned up to you, giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek, then another against your ear as he fingered you. “satoru—“ you moaned, watching as his fingers disappeared in and out of you. you bit your lip, and then he leaned down to capture your lips, wasting no time to use his tongue.
his tongue circled yours, and you moaned at the taste of yourself, and the feeling of his metal on your tongue. “i lost the bet on purpose.” he whispered against your lips. “i overheard you talking about guys with tongue piercings, and..” he said softly, giving your lips a chaste peck, his thumb moving up to work your clit as he fingered you. “i got jealous. jealous that you potentially didn’t have me in mind.” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “i wanted nothing more than for you to experience this. nothing more than for you to use me for as long as you want to.” he said, his tone almost whiny as he pleaded.
18+ MDNI, smut - squirming away from bf!geto during sex
you always do this. every time. every single damn time.
you say you can handle it and proceed to crawl into his lap all sweet and soft. pepper his throat with kisses. breathe all breathless against his neck like please, sugu. i need you.
and then he gives it to you. fucking you slow and deep. and of cousrse, your body betrays you completely.
your legs start shaking, back arches and you squirm.
every time, you squirm obsessively like you forget how it feels to be so full of his cock.
geto always just lets it happen, just for a second. he watches you try to crawl up the bed, squirming from the stretch of it. your fingers twisting in the sheets as your hips twitch and roll. his cock’s barely halfway in and you’re already trembling.
“were do you think you’re going?” he murmurs, low in your ear.
you whimper something into the pillow. you’re not even sure whether it was a coherent thought. he just laughs, softly.
“nah. you’re not going anywhere.”
and then he grabs your hips, pulls you right back down onto him.
you squeal delighted while your back bows into an almost perfect arch. your thighs begin to shake again due to that euphoric feeling, only suguru can ever pull out of you.
“baby,” he says gently, “you gotta stay still.”
you can’t. you’re trying so hard but u just can’t. it’s almost as if your body’s not listening. every time he moves, even just a little, you twitch. gasp. try to inch away from how overwhelmingly good it feels.
he strokes a hand up your spine and kisses your shoulder. all the while, keeping his hips flush with yours while you squirm and sob and pant into the mattress like you’re being split in half.
“you get like this every time,” he hums. “so fuckin’ sensitive. makes me wanna ruin you.”
you cry out when he grinds in just a little deeper. your body reacts almost completely instinctively. your hips twitching, trying to squirm away again.
he pins you down. one long hand flat between your shoulder blades. the other wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against him like he owns you.
“stop running from it,” he whispers. “take it. you can take it. can’t you?”
you nod, even as your body shivers under him. you’re so wet. the squelching of suguru’s cock stuffing your tight hole makes you blush.
“attagirl,” he praises. “fuck, look at you. so pretty like this. twitchin’ all over me.”
you whimper while trying to bury your face in the sheets. he doesn’t let you.
his hand curls into your hair, tugging gently. just enough to tilt your head back, let him see the way your mouth falls open with every sound you make.
“let me hear it,” he says. “don’t hide.”
and then he starts to fuck you in earnest. every thrust just a little sharper, dragging that wrecked little noise out of your throat again and again.
your body squirms, hips wriggling, fingers gripping his wrist, but it’s no use. he’s stronger.
you’re not going anywhere.
“that’s it,” he groans. “that’s my girl. look at you. can’t stop moving. can’t take it but you still want more.”
you’re going to lose your mind.
and he’s going to help.
based on this request
A/N: guys i'm sorry this was so buns :( i have to get used to writing geto 😃
“fuck, ma.. you’re killing me. keep doing that. right there.” he threw his head back, muscles straining as he continued to thrust against your lips. his heart raced at the thought of being tasted like this — of you feasting on him like he was your only meal.
"shit, shit, shit—" he hissed through clenched teeth, his free hand shoving down against your head, forcing you deep—deeper. the sight of your throat swallowing him was almost too much. "don't look at me like that, baby... you're gonna make me lose it."
his breath hitched as you pulled back, staring up at him.
"thought I told you not to look at me." he breathed out, voice wrecked, grip tightening in your hair. "don't stop." he pulled you back down, watching his cock disappear between your lips again. his hips stuttered, fucking up into your mouth in short, desperate thrusts. "that's it, ma. that's it. just like—"
he yelped, his body convulsing as you bit down harder. a mix of pleasure and pain shot through him, making his cock leak more. he gripped your hair tighter, knowing he should stop you but also knowing he couldn't resist this anymore.
god he’s such a sadomasochist. but he loves it.
the pain radiating from his tip was electric, shooting straight to his core and making him shudder. "do it again, princess. please— bite it again." his voice was wrecked, needy, completely at your mercy. he was so hard it hurt, and he wanted you to hurt him more.
you bit down again, catching the sensitive slit of his tip between your teeth. he let out a strangled moan, hips bucking involuntarily. his fingers tightened in your hair—not pushing you off, but pulling you closer. "shit, shit, fuck—" he whined, his cock swelling and leaking heavily around your teeth. "that's it... bite harder..."
you sank your teeth into his base, right where his cock met his body. he screamed, his back arching off the couch as pleasure and pain blended together so perfectly he saw stars. "i'm gonna fucking cum.." he yelled, hips pumping wildly into your mouth.
then his entire body shaking as he came harder than ever before, shooting load after load down your throat as you kept your teeth sunk into his base. you swallowed, as you pulled away giggled, kissing the tip afterwards.
he melted instantly. one second he was falling apart from an explosive orgasm, and the next, he was completely soft, looking down at you like you were the most holy thing on earth. the sloppy kiss to his sensitive, abused tip made him jolt and whine, eyes rolling back.
"ma..." he tapped your nose gently, absolutely ruined. "you’re evil."
it took you nearly a decade to get used to the rhythm of your menstrual cycle.
hot soups daily, magnesium supplements with every meal. paracetamol when the cramps got too bad. breathable clothes. only getting up to change your pad, or grab snacks from the kitchen.
but most times you’d simply be curled up in bed with a heat pack on your belly, watching 4-hour video essays on soviet architecture or obscure video games. at some point, you started wondering if fertility was worth all this suffering.
until you started dating sukuna.
even now, you weren't sure how you managed to pull him. this gorgeous, 6'2 mountain of a man with calloused hands and a line of women begging for a chance, finally picking you for the princess treatment.
safe to say, he was your everything. so if you were feeling particularly distraught by your hormones that month, you’d call your boyfriend.
“baby,” you mutter into your phone, staring at the ceiling with an empty pack of chips on your belly. “when are you home?”
“hour left.” there’s the sound of metal scraping against asphalt, then a tool falling. his sigh crackles through the speaker. “you okay?”
your eyes tear up.
“no.”
he’s home in twenty-two minutes.
the front door slams. heavy boots drop to the floor in two familiar thuds followed by the rustling of plastic bags (probably the takeout you asked for before he hung up).
he calls your name from the foyer, and you’re already reaching for him when he fills the doorway of your shared bedroom. still in his worn carhartt pants, a smudge of grease coating his forearm.
the moment he spots you, his tired, pale gaze softens.
“i love you,” you whine as he approaches, willing him into bed with a single, pitiful look.
his jaw ticks, and though he doesn’t say it back (he rarely does), he doesn’t have to anymore. not when his hand slides under the blanket and finds your belly, palm warm and calloused, pressing hard where it hurts most.
“want me to help?” he rasps against your neck, already curled into your side like a guard dog.
you know what help meant during these days. towel down, clothes off, and fucking all the cramps out of your body until you fell asleep with his cock still inside you.
“yes.”
he doesn’t wait, mouth crashing to yours in hunger, then softer across your forehead, eyelids, and the hinge of your jaw. he sucks a bruise into your neck until you’re grabbing at his shirt, which is how he knows you’re ready.
“on your back,” he commands.
you obey, letting your legs lie slack on the mattress.
his kisses travel down your belly, shoving your ratty t-shirt up to your ribs. his lips drag over the scorching skin where the heat pack just sat. he bites the soft flesh of your hip, then soothes it with his tongue.
“ryo,” you bite your lip.
his eyes flicker up from your waist, mid-nip. “yeah?”
“you don’t have to.”
“i know,” he kisses your hip, just above the elastic of your panties. “i want to.”
he hooks his fingers into your shorts and yanks, taking your underwear with. the cool air hits your slick, aching core and you gasp. he’s already there, hands shoving your knees apart so he can settle his broad shoulders between your thighs.
“scoot down, baby.” he instructs, grabbing your hips with those big, strong hands and pulling you further down the bed.
you’ve had sex on your period before. sukuna never minded the grit and grime of it all, and a part of you wondered if, really, he found a personal pleasure in fucking his girlfriend while she bled.
the first time you’d been shy about it, he’d looked at you like you’d grown a second head.
it’s just blood, he’d say. i’m a grown man.
but this was different.
because this time, he wanted to eat you out.
“fuck,” he breathes, placing either hand on your thighs and pressing. his eyes are narrowed, lips parted in awe at your pussy.
he leans in, breath tickling your skin as he continues assaulting your thighs with kisses and bites. you’re already squirming when he dives deeper. the flat of his tongue licks a long, vulgar stripe from your entrance riiiiight up to your clit.
“ryo, baby,” you whine, hips bucking. “please don’t be a tease, i’m–”
he wraps his arms around your thighs, locks you down in place, then devours you whole. his mouth is ravenous, pressing flush against your cunt like he’s been starving for it all damn day.
and sure, he’s eaten you out countless times before, but it’s never felt this lewd.
he laps at your slit, hot and messy, then dips his tongue inside just to feel you clench. you slap your hand over the back of his head, fingers threading through the pink locks to pull him closer into you.
“kuna–”
he latches onto your clit and suckles hard. between those quick, ruthless flicks, you can feel the smug curl of his smirk digging into your folds.
“taste so fuckin’ good, bunny,” his voice rumbles against your pussy. “can’t believe you never let me do this before.”
you were far past coy and shame, your back arching with the taut feeling brewing in your gut.
and then, as if his hot tongue wasn’t enough, he shoves two thick fingers inside your red-slick entrance without warning. the stretch is perfect, and before you can even gasp at the fullness, he begins to curl them. they press against your favorite spot over, and over, and over until you’re practically vibrating from stimulation and itching to cum.
and when your hips buck into him again, your boyfriend chuckles against you. he sucks on your clit a final time, popping off with an obscenely wet sound that makes you shudder.
“suku,” you breathe heavily, gazing down at the mop of messy hair peeking over your hips. “don’t stop yet…”
kuna’s eyes are blown with desire, a smirk tugging at his mouth. like a wolf after a hunt, his mouth is stained with a wash of red that suddenly looks torturously attractive to your sex-drunken mind. why haven’t you let him do this before?
he pulls out of you, slick digits rubbing slow, messy circles against your clit for a few languid moments. you’re pretty much ready to burst, eyes shut as you moan raggedly, before he suddenly decides to detach from you completely.
“no,” you whine, feeling the coil in your belly unwinding. “no, no–”
but when your eyes open again, he’s already lying flat on his back, pulling you by the hips.
“sit on my face,” he instructs.
your eyebrow rises, still delirious from your near-climax. “sit on your–”
but you’re being yanked on top of him already, his hands tights against your waist. you yelp at the sudden shift in gravity, leaning your arms against the bedframe for balance.
you look down and–
oh.
his face is right beneath you. slick lips and a sweat-glazed forehead, his dark eyes staring hungrily at your hovering cunt like it’s his last meal.
“sit.”
he doesn’t wait for you to oblige, pulling you down hard. your clit hits his nose, pussy smothering his mouth, and then he gets to work.
his tongue thrusts into your entrance, then drags a looooong, hard stripe up your entire slit. he’s groaning into you, the deep vibrations shooting straight up your spine.
“oh,” your breath catches, “oh, fuck.”
his strong arms flex around your thighs, fingers digging into the soft skin there. and when his pace increases, you feel his nose flicking against your clit with every lap. the sound is obscene. little lap lap lap’s of wetness filling the room alongside your mewls.
so with your body trapped and your orgasm waiting just around the corner, you decide to chase it.
you grind desperately against his face, tits bouncing from the recoil as your pussy rubs greedily against his warm mouth and tongue. his face is smeared with slick, barely able to catch a breath, yet sukuna doesn’t stop.
he takes your pussy like a champ, praising you with low growls that shoot straight through you. his hands travel up to your hips, tracing slow circles like he’s telling you it’s okay, baby. this is how i show my love. use me as you like.
so you do.
through your milky gaze, you catch a glimpse of him looking up at you with those dark, narrowed eyes and a slight furrow in his eyebrow. almost feels like he’s grinning.
and then, just when you thought he couldn’t get any hotter, you feel him chuckle darkly against your clit.
“gonna cum,” you whine. he’s still working steadily at your clit, alternating between long licks and sharp suckles until the coil in your belly reaches an apex. “i-i’m gonna fuckin’ cum–”
he groans against your clit one last time, and the sensation finally sends you over the edge.
“ryo–” you moan. “ryo, ryo, ryo–”
you cum with your head thrown back, knuckles white on the headboard and your thighs clenching so hard you nearly suffocate him. he keeps lapping you through it, drinking in every little sound and spasm until your vision whites out.
your hips continue gyrating lazily against him until you’re a babbling, flushed mess.
“atta girl,” you catch when the ringing in your ears subsides, feeling his lips press a wet kiss to your oversensitive clit. “so fuckin’ pretty like this.”
you use the remnants of your energy to collapse next to him with a loud, satisfied exhale.
he pulls you into his side. you smile in delirium, half-naked and probably a total mess from the waist-down. but you’re so sleepy, and he’s so warm, and you’re in that short moment after climax when nothing matters; you’d change the sheets later.
you’re drifting already, limbs feeling like lead when the mattress shift as he stands up. there’s the rustle of fabric, then footsteps, but you’re too tired to tell him stay.
then a damp towel presses against your thighs, hips, and pussy. enjoying the coolness, you breathe peacefully, letting your sweet boyfriend clean you up from the mess he made.
he crawls back in once he’s done, pulling you into his chest.
“cramps gone?” he asks.
you nod against him, boneless and golden. “thank you.”
“mhm,” his palm finds your belly again, lips pressing to your temple. “just for my girl.”
