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when u haven’t seen Toji in too long :c (one week)
-> cw; use of “little girl” once, I rambled, daddy kink, degradation, p in v, dumbification, creampie
Toji left for a week so he could work. You knew his work was tantamount to any other high risk high reward job, but the cruelty was how often he was away!
And really, was it a sin to miss your boyfriend? Was it a sin to text me pretty pictures of your lingerie? Was it a sin to call him through voice, whining how badly you missed him into the phone while Shiu was right beside him?
You swore you could sense the vein in his forehead popping out and hear a small snicker from another older man across the phone. “Yer a pain in the ass princess,” you heard your boyfriend huff out, humorously yet somehow serious.
The concept of him was so romantically addicting. So inducing, like you wanted to breathe him in and never let go. The small jokes that easily turned into a serious expression, like if he could be everybody and everything at once.
His danger was even more tempting. Just knowing he was a killer; that a killer sat in your bed every night and took you deep and rough. That he could make you his next victim yet chose to be vulnerable. A vulnerability that could end the next second. It was thrilling.
Oh and he was so big, so broad, so large. It was suffocating the way he towered over you, beefy arms that held you in headlocks and embraces. The duality of man was truly baffling.
He was gorgeous. Dark, profound hair that collected sweat at his forehead when you were beneath him. Sharp features yet an occasional soft gaze. Scars that spanned across his body, painting a message. The contrast was overwhelming.
And now here he was, having you in a mean mating press with your body folded in ways you didn’t even know were possible. He was shirtless, revealing new bruises and cuts that would turn into more admirable scars.
Your nails were digging crescents into his shoulder, whining in desperation. “Wanted to be such a little slut,” Toji groaned, hips pistoning into your mercilessly. “Now you’re just a mindless little girl.” He taunted, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
You were so hypnotized by the view, your eyes couldn’t even shut. You nodded in agreement, babbled in agreement, anything that signaled your endless devotion. You hadn’t seen him in a week, and this is how you end up.
“Fuck, she’s sooo loud, miss me that much babygirl?” He spoke in reference to your cunt. “Did she miss daddy, princess?” He was grunting in between sentences, similarly entranced by how your tits moved with every thrust and how your lips pouted outwards.
“Dee— fuck,” you wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging on his hair now. Your body was practically speaking for you, pulling him in closer. “Deeper, sweetheart? Yeah?” He arched your back for you, hitting your cervix over and over again.
His lips met yours, heavy with passion and tension. You felt your cunt clench everytime he spoke, every time he moved. “Shiu thinks you’re just a whore now, gonna tell him s’just for daddy?” You nod without hesitation, hips moving in tiny circles to stimulate yourself even further.
He laughed audibly, thrusts becoming sloppy while his orgasm approached. “Greedy fuckin’ cunt, gonna milk me dry.” He spat, the wetness dripping down your lash. It was a sight to be seen; utterly disgusting.
“Daddy— m’cumming!” You yelped, head finally thrown back with shut eyes as hot ropes of cum filled you to brim. You felt completely stuffed, his large hand meeting with your stomach. “Feel me in here, baby?” He heaved and you agreed, giving him a whine of acknowledgment.
“M’gonna make you a mama..” it was a groan, one that probably wasn’t very truthful, but in this moment it’s all he wanted.
when u haven’t seen Toji in too long :c (one week)
-> cw; use of “little girl” once, I rambled, daddy kink, degradation, p in v, dumbification, creampie
Toji left for a week so he could work. You knew his work was tantamount to any other high risk high reward job, but the cruelty was how often he was away!
And really, was it a sin to miss your boyfriend? Was it a sin to text me pretty pictures of your lingerie? Was it a sin to call him through voice, whining how badly you missed him into the phone while Shiu was right beside him?
You swore you could sense the vein in his forehead popping out and hear a small snicker from another older man across the phone. “Yer a pain in the ass princess,” you heard your boyfriend huff out, humorously yet somehow serious.
The concept of him was so romantically addicting. So inducing, like you wanted to breathe him in and never let go. The small jokes that easily turned into a serious expression, like if he could be everybody and everything at once.
His danger was even more tempting. Just knowing he was a killer; that a killer sat in your bed every night and took you deep and rough. That he could make you his next victim yet chose to be vulnerable. A vulnerability that could end the next second. It was thrilling.
Oh and he was so big, so broad, so large. It was suffocating the way he towered over you, beefy arms that held you in headlocks and embraces. The duality of man was truly baffling.
He was gorgeous. Dark, profound hair that collected sweat at his forehead when you were beneath him. Sharp features yet an occasional soft gaze. Scars that spanned across his body, painting a message. The contrast was overwhelming.
And now here he was, having you in a mean mating press with your body folded in ways you didn’t even know were possible. He was shirtless, revealing new bruises and cuts that would turn into more admirable scars.
Your nails were digging crescents into his shoulder, whining in desperation. “Wanted to be such a little slut,” Toji groaned, hips pistoning into your mercilessly. “Now you’re just a mindless little girl.” He taunted, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
You were so hypnotized by the view, your eyes couldn’t even shut. You nodded in agreement, babbled in agreement, anything that signaled your endless devotion. You hadn’t seen him in a week, and this is how you end up.
“Fuck, she’s sooo loud, miss me that much babygirl?” He spoke in reference to your cunt. “Did she miss daddy, princess?” He was grunting in between sentences, similarly entranced by how your tits moved with every thrust and how your lips pouted outwards.
“Dee— fuck,” you wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging on his hair now. Your body was practically speaking for you, pulling him in closer. “Deeper, sweetheart? Yeah?” He arched your back for you, hitting your cervix over and over again.
His lips met yours, heavy with passion and tension. You felt your cunt clench everytime he spoke, every time he moved. “Shiu thinks you’re just a whore now, gonna tell him s’just for daddy?” You nod without hesitation, hips moving in tiny circles to stimulate yourself even further.
He laughed audibly, thrusts becoming sloppy while his orgasm approached. “Greedy fuckin’ cunt, gonna milk me dry.” He spat, the wetness dripping down your lash. It was a sight to be seen; utterly disgusting.
“Daddy— m’cumming!” You yelped, head finally thrown back with shut eyes as hot ropes of cum filled you to brim. You felt completely stuffed, his large hand meeting with your stomach. “Feel me in here, baby?” He heaved and you agreed, giving him a whine of acknowledgment.
“M’gonna make you a mama..” it was a groan, one that probably wasn’t very truthful, but in this moment it’s all he wanted.
fratkuna headcanons
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen despises when you ignore his texts. in a matter of ten minutes without answering, he’s sending “???” and a “don’t play w me” before showing up at your dorm completely uninvited.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen is the walking embodiment of sexual frustration. he’ll make fun of you for being flustered or aroused, yet he’s the one gripping the red cup in his hand when your skirt in too short. he’ll pull you between his spread legs, looking up at you, “i want to bend you over this fuckin’ couch so bad, ma’” like if he was an animal in heat.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen’s room looks like a fucking crime scene. he has an entire laundry basket for clean clothes he’d throw in there instead of storing away and another for dirty clothes. his nightstand carries six empty protein shake bottles besides a cracked ipad he never uses besides for the occasional work he chooses to do. led lights that are never turned off (and coincidentally turn to red when he’s balls deep inside you) along with a broken headboard that has no apparent explanation.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen often lets you stay over after parties so he could release some energy, but when he catches you in the morning talking to a frat brother of his in the kitchen like if he was the most hilarious man alive, he probably regrets it more than ever. he grabs your waist, whispering in your ear “he that funny, ma’?” his fingers on your jaw, tilting your face upwards at him.
ᝰ.ᐟ and jealousy can only be let out one way, right? frat!sukuna ryomen whispers in your ear, “done entertaining him?” when he knows you’re squirming for more. you shut your eyes as his cock slips into you, “nah, eyes on me, baby,” and you do, letting him use you for all you’re worth.
ᝰ.ᐟ if you turn away from him at a party, frat!sukuna ryomen is grabbing your wrist in a gentle but firm manner, “i was talking to you,”
ᝰ.ᐟ reckless late night texts. “come over” or “u up ma’?” or “i’m not asking,”
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⋆˚࿔ || dom 4 dom with sukuna ryomen but you always lose
You had him beneath you, wrists in pretty pink handcuffs that matched his hair. It’s was a real pity you fell in love with this man, because you knew it was only a matter of time that he’d choose to overpower you. He had control, and it was constantly there. He allowed your fun, that’s it.
Yet, you still pretended like it was you who was in charge. You giggled, grinding on his hard dick that oozed precum while playing with his pink, sensitive nipples. What a girlish sight.
He was groaning, every upward buck of his hips landing him a slap against his face. “Woman, you’re testing the limits—” you cut him off with a scoff, putting a palm against his mouth to quiet him down. “Do you ever stay silent?” You words were dramatic, drawled out to annoy him intentionally.
His growl against your hand had heat pooling at the lower part of your stomach, another grind against his dick. “Maybe if you shut your mouth more often, people would like you more!” You whined, slowly teasing him with the sway of your hips. “It’s not like you’re unattractive, jus’ so fuckin’ annoying,” You lifted your hips off his dick, slapping him again when he bit ur palm.
You finally had enough of teasing him, bringing both hands to his chest and sinking onto his dick. “Shi— shit, so fuckin’ big, ‘Kuna,” He laughed, enjoying the view of your tits bouncing in his face while he laid back. Your pace was so relentlessly slow, up and down, just how he hated it you liked it. “S’that really all you got, woman? Pathetic—”
Sukuna was trying so hard to taunt you into fucking yourself on his cock properly. “Think it s’all I got, ‘Kuna, think you’ve gotta suck it up.” You mumbled against his earlobe, one harsh bounce before returning to the slow grinds and humps.
Atleast, he would’ve preferred to be able to touch and guide you through this. But no, you decided to really push the boundaries this time. Your cunt had a mean grip on his cock, fluttering every time it hit your g spot.
“Think I might leave y’here and find better dick’ ‘Kuna, kinder dick too!” You pout mockingly, slapping his face hard enough to make it jerk to the side. And the fantasy was quickly over.
His restraints broke in half, allowing him to tear them off and throw them on the floor. What a bummer, they were really cute! :c
You gasped, holding onto his shoulders as he flipped you around, grabbing your cheeks and squishing them with his hand. “If you wanted me to fuck you into this mattress you could’ve asked for it instead of resorting to acting like a fuckin’ slut,” He grumbled, dick still inside you but now with no mercy or room to breathe. He had practically kicked the air out of your lungs, babbling incoherent messes and trails of half-spoken words.
“What’s that, baby?” He laughed, both of his hands using your throat as a leverage to thrust into you. “Thought you had somethin’ to say.” You shook your head, moaning uncontrollably. There was a pulse in your head from the lack of air.
His movements were unhesitating, each one moving with intention to ruin you from the inside out. “What’d you have to say, pretty? I’m listening.” What an asshole. He laughed in your face again, thrusts because sloppy as he approached an orgasm.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck, ‘Kuna!” His jaw was tight, watching the drool fall down your chin like a starved woman. Both of your breaths harsh, his muscles locked into the ruthless rhythm. He hummed, breathing right onto your face.
“Fix that name, yeah? Think you’ve had enough attitude to lose your privileges, woman.” He was just so mean, loosening only slightly to the point where you could breathe but not comfortably.
“S—, sir, sir, m’so close, need you,” your nails were digging into his beefy arms, begging silently for some release.
He came inside of you, breeding into your womb deeply. “There she isss,” He groaned, rubbing your bundle of nerves to ride your orgasm. “Thank you, thank you, sir—” He let go, grabbing your jaw and kissing you messily, swapping spit.
He pulled his softening cock out of you, slapping you in slight retaliation. “What did we learn, hmm?” You hummed at his question, fucked-out expression saving you from anymore cruelty. He just loved your teary eyes, swollen nose, mascara-ridden cheeks. Your giggle had him kissing all the stray tears away.
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☆ your best friends lose their minds over a skirt and make increasingly bad decisions.
genre/tags: smut, satosugu jerking off together, sexual fantasies involving reader, objectification/sexualization (non-malicious but heavy), corruption kink?, the closet is made of glass tbh
the apartment is stupidly quiet for once. the tv is on, some random co‑op game still running in the background, but neither of them have looked at the screen in at least ten minutes. they’re both sunk into the couch, half‑sprawled, half‑slumped, like two men who have just witnessed god and are now suffering the consequences.
the ghost of your perfume still hangs in the living room— sweet and faint, something soft and summery that clings to the air even after you’ve left. it’s honestly unfair. whatever you wore tonight has both of them on actual life support.
geto is still holding a controller he hasn’t touched since you walked out the door. gojo hasn’t blinked in thirty seconds, staring at the tv but clearly somewhere else entirely.
finally, gojo breathes out:
“bro. i’m gonna say something and you can’t judge me.”
geto doesn’t even look at him. “no promises.”
“i mean it. dead serious.”
Dec 1 - Stepdad!Toji ₊˚⊹❄
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Stepdad!Toji made it his personal mission to look after you ever since your mother left to play house with some guy she met at the gym.
Mom had been gone less than two weeks when Stepdad!Toji started to leave little notes in your lunchbox—dumb stuff, like “Don’t forget your vitamins!” or “Proud of you, brat.”
He started waking up at ass o’clock to make you breakfast, and you never even got to the stairs anymore before he was there, plucking you up like a misbehaving kitten and carting you off to the kitchen table.
Sometimes you felt like a dog, or maybe a princess in one of those cartoons where the king has only one daughter and is so obsessed with keeping her safe that she’s not even allowed to cut her own meat.
club promoter!sukuna and his mouth kink
warnings: nsfw - 18+! fem!reader, pet names, finger sucking/gagging, some dry humping, crude language
his chest is flushed against your back — practically burning you from how warm he is. his shirt acting as a barrier between your skin melting into his. from the mirror in front of you, you watch his shirt ruffle with every deep breath you let out — parts of his body moving with yours.
the dress you're supposed to be slipping into lays flat on the couch behind you two, teasing you. it flutters in the coolness of the living room as you watch with curled lashes, tinted cheeks, and pursed glossy lips.
one of his hands plant around your waist, keeping you in place. his other arm curls around your chest, keeping you caged in his grip. his arm shifts, brushing against your pebbled nipples, your back arching in the process.
his knuckles skim across your jaw, slow and deliberate. your breath hitching as your swallow down the lump climbing its way up your throat. the sound loud and echoing in the room.
“you’re quiet today,” he teases, amusement running through every word. sunglasses slipping down the ridge of his nose as he picks his head up, tattooed face staring back at you.
⋆˚࿔ || dom 4 dom with sukuna ryomen but you always lose
You had him beneath you, wrists in pretty pink handcuffs that matched his hair. It’s was a real pity you fell in love with this man, because you knew it was only a matter of time that he’d choose to overpower you. He had control, and it was constantly there. He allowed your fun, that’s it.
Yet, you still pretended like it was you who was in charge. You giggled, grinding on his hard dick that oozed precum while playing with his pink, sensitive nipples. What a girlish sight.
He was groaning, every upward buck of his hips landing him a slap against his face. “Woman, you’re testing the limits—” you cut him off with a scoff, putting a palm against his mouth to quiet him down. “Do you ever stay silent?” You words were dramatic, drawled out to annoy him intentionally.
His growl against your hand had heat pooling at the lower part of your stomach, another grind against his dick. “Maybe if you shut your mouth more often, people would like you more!” You whined, slowly teasing him with the sway of your hips. “It’s not like you’re unattractive, jus’ so fuckin’ annoying,” You lifted your hips off his dick, slapping him again when he bit ur palm.
You finally had enough of teasing him, bringing both hands to his chest and sinking onto his dick. “Shi— shit, so fuckin’ big, ‘Kuna,” He laughed, enjoying the view of your tits bouncing in his face while he laid back. Your pace was so relentlessly slow, up and down, just how he hated it you liked it. “S’that really all you got, woman? Pathetic—”
Sukuna was trying so hard to taunt you into fucking yourself on his cock properly. “Think it s’all I got, ‘Kuna, think you’ve gotta suck it up.” You mumbled against his earlobe, one harsh bounce before returning to the slow grinds and humps.
Atleast, he would’ve preferred to be able to touch and guide you through this. But no, you decided to really push the boundaries this time. Your cunt had a mean grip on his cock, fluttering every time it hit your g spot.
“Think I might leave y’here and find better dick’ ‘Kuna, kinder dick too!” You pout mockingly, slapping his face hard enough to make it jerk to the side. And the fantasy was quickly over.
His restraints broke in half, allowing him to tear them off and throw them on the floor. What a bummer, they were really cute! :c
You gasped, holding onto his shoulders as he flipped you around, grabbing your cheeks and squishing them with his hand. “If you wanted me to fuck you into this mattress you could’ve asked for it instead of resorting to acting like a fuckin’ slut,” He grumbled, dick still inside you but now with no mercy or room to breathe. He had practically kicked the air out of your lungs, babbling incoherent messes and trails of half-spoken words.
“What’s that, baby?” He laughed, both of his hands using your throat as a leverage to thrust into you. “Thought you had somethin’ to say.” You shook your head, moaning uncontrollably. There was a pulse in your head from the lack of air.
His movements were unhesitating, each one moving with intention to ruin you from the inside out. “What’d you have to say, pretty? I’m listening.” What an asshole. He laughed in your face again, thrusts because sloppy as he approached an orgasm.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck, ‘Kuna!” His jaw was tight, watching the drool fall down your chin like a starved woman. Both of your breaths harsh, his muscles locked into the ruthless rhythm. He hummed, breathing right onto your face.
“Fix that name, yeah? Think you’ve had enough attitude to lose your privileges, woman.” He was just so mean, loosening only slightly to the point where you could breathe but not comfortably.
“S—, sir, sir, m’so close, need you,” your nails were digging into his beefy arms, begging silently for some release.
He came inside of you, breeding into your womb deeply. “There she isss,” He groaned, rubbing your bundle of nerves to ride your orgasm. “Thank you, thank you, sir—” He let go, grabbing your jaw and kissing you messily, swapping spit.
He pulled his softening cock out of you, slapping you in slight retaliation. “What did we learn, hmm?” You hummed at his question, fucked-out expression saving you from anymore cruelty. He just loved your teary eyes, swollen nose, mascara-ridden cheeks. Your giggle had him kissing all the stray tears away.
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chemically bonded ~ r.sukuna
wc: 17k || art creds: @/winterrbluess @/su2kuna || 18+
frat!sukuna x shy!nerd!reader
A/N lowk this fic is much more toned down compared to what i usually post but fuck it we ball it's cute
summary ! sukuna doesn't give a shit about chemistry, that is until the big red 8% on his last test threatens to get him kicked out of his frat. desperate, he turns to the only person who can save him: you, the adorable, shy girl who aces every quiz. you agree to help, but only if he helps you get the attention of your hallway crush, his best friend, toji. what starts as a deal between you slowly turns into a spiral of love and jealousy. (18+, fluff, slight toji x reader (?), no angst for once omg go me)
the big red number stares back at him from the top of the paper like a brand burned into his pride. 8%.
sukuna exhales through his nose, the sound rough, annoyed. the paper crumples in his hand before he tosses it onto the desk. he leans back in his chair, the metal legs creaking under his weight as his jaw works.
normally, he wouldn’t give a damn about a grade. it’s not like chemistry was ever something he cared about. but this time, it’s different. one more fail and he’s out. the frat has rules, grades too low and you’re done. and he knows exactly what’ll happen if that happens.
tojis smug laugh. satoru’s endless teasing. the guys calling him “brain-dead” for weeks. no more parties. no more sorority hoes. no more lazy afternoons drinking on the porch with his friends.
he runs a hand down his face, dragging his fingers over the faint scar under his eye and the sharp tatted lines on his cut face. he can’t let that happen.
at the front of the room, their professor is rambling about averages and assessment weightings, something about the next major project. sukuna tunes back in when he hears the words “sixty percent” and “partner work.” that catches his attention.
the next gruelling assessment is a two-month long research investigation worth sixty percent of their final grade.
he was on the verge of strangling himself to death or jumping out of the top story window when he realised.
that’s it.
satosugu catching you touching yourself when they specifically said not to while they’re away on a week-long mission.
cw: 18+ mdni, anal play, toys, voyeurism, goge
“remember our agreement, ‘kay?” satoru murmured as he pulled away from your lips, brushing your mouth with his thumb in a gentle sweep that always made your breath catch.
you smiled brightly at him, nodding your head in agreement. “yes, toru.”
“good girl.” he landed another peck on your lips before suguru whisked you away for a warm crushing hug.
“we’ll be back before you know it.” he planted a soft kiss on your forehead then a firmer one on your lips. “call us if you need anything.”
“i will, sugu.” you giggled as he squeezed you tight enough to lift you off the ground.
and then they were gone, off to another week-long mission that only the two strongest could handle. you watched them leave with a fond ache in your chest. sometimes you wished that you could take on the same missions as them, so you wouldn’t have to be left waiting and worrying alone in your shared space. only their promises of souvenirs, of late-night calls, and of a really good time when they’re back were enough to comfort you for the time being.
a really good time.
that is, if you behaved.
and you did for the first few days. you kept yourself busy. cleaned, organized, cooked, worked out. fell asleep every night with your phone still in your hand after sending them your goodnights and i love yous.
but by the fourth day, you ran out of distractions.
you were lounging lazily in bed, scrolling through your phone. they haven’t updated you since last night and you were starting to miss them so you pulled up the private album on your phone you dedicated to the three of you. as you scrolled through cute and silly photos, your eyes landed on a row of less innocent videos that all three of you kept a copy of. it was that night when suguru wanted to film you split open on his cock while you choke on satoru’s.
biting your lip, you pressed the video and it immediately played.
suguru’s heavy pants instantly filled the room, the fap! fap! fap! ringing in your ears as his hips made contact with your ass with each hard thrust. the video was shaky but it was enough to capture suguru’s hand gripping your ass so hard there were indents on your skin while his veiny cock pistoned in and out you. satoru’s hands were on your hair, pulling you toward him while he thrusted forward.
“fuuuckkk,” suguru groaned, “you should see how your slutty little cunt takes me, baby.”
you were too fucked-out to respond but your body moved faster and harder as you fucked yourself back on his cock while keeping satoru in your mouth. your hands were tangled on the sheets—the same sheets you were lying on right now—trying to steady yourself as you take both of them.
you felt your core clench, slick slowly starting to drip out of you as the video continued. your thighs pressed together, heat curling low and heavy in your stomach.
“hey, i want to record this, too,” satoru almost whined with a pout. the video tilted and shook as suguru handed the phone to him. your face came into view, jaw slacked around satoru’s girth. “eyes up—there you go, sweets. so fucking pretty when we ruin you.”
you pressed your lips together, trying to suppress the moan threatening to spill from your lips. oh god, the video is so filthy it has you wet in mere seconds. they captured how they claimed your body in all the right angles, your loud moans as they dragged their lengths inside of your holes, the wet shlick! shlick! shlick! as you try to reach your peaks. it almost seemed like you were making homemade porno for the world to see.
you let out a shaky breath, fingers slowly trailing from the valley of your breasts, the underside of your boob, to your stomach, until it reached the waistband of your blue lace panties—suguru and satoru’s favorite.
“remember our agreement, ‘kay?”
you paused. agreement. right. you’re not supposed to touch yourself. they both said it, with matching smiles that promised trouble if you did otherwise. because, as your boyfriends put it, the build up makes everything sweeter, more worth it. and because, even when away, they wanted to be the ones claiming you.
“come on, pretty.” suguru’s voice turned your attention back to the screen. “fuck yourself on my cock. yeessss just like that. get what you want from me. i want to see you pleasure yourself.”
like a devil on your shoulder, suguru’s words coaxed you and you listened. you dipped your fingers inside your panties and found your slit, which was now drooling so much the gusset of your panties were drenched. you slowly slipped a finger inside.
“sugu,” you moaned, imagining it’s his thick cock sliding through your folds instead of your bony finger. “m-more please.”
“such a filthy mouth you have. dirty dirty girl. do you like being shared like this, hm?”
eyes screwed shut, you nodded to satoru’s mocking tone, as if they were both in the room with you. you pushed another finger inside you, scissoring them and stroking against your sensitive spots like how your boyfriends would.
“does it feel good? use your words, pretty girl.”
“yesss,” you mewled, your hips instinctively grinding against your hand, chasing your release.
the video had stopped by now, but you didn’t bother to play the next one. instead, you dropped your phone beside you and pushed up your shirt over your heaving breasts. you gripped and toyed with your nipples to add more stimulation, to bring you closer to the edge.
your mind spun with memories of the ways they touched you. how easily they drew pleasure from you, how perfectly they knew your body. compared to that, your own fingers felt clumsy, unsatisfying, leaving you chasing a release that felt so out of reach.
“toruuu…suguuuu…haaahh…” you kept going, imagining their hands, their mouths, their bodies.
the first thing you registered was the click of the lock, a sound so familiar it barely pierced the haze of your need. the second was the low, mocking whistle that could only belong to one man.
“well, well, well. what do we have here, satoru?”
your eyes flew open, hands snatching away from your body.
in the doorway, silhouetted against the hall light, stood your boyfriends. satoru leaned against the frame, a predatory grin splitting his face. suguru stood just behind him, arms crossed, his expression one of deep, dark disappointment that sent a shiver of mingled fear and arousal straight down your spine.
they’re home early. and they caught you doing the one thing you promised not to do.
satoru pushed off the doorframe, blue eyes missing nothing: the frantic rise and fall of your chest, the sheen of sweat on your skin, the way your fingers glistened in the lamplight. he saw everything.
“we gave you a very simple rule,” suguru said, his voice a low, calm rumble that was infinitely more terrifying than any shout. he stepped into the room, his presence filling the space. “we said to wait for us. to behave.”
“i…i’m sorry,” you stammered, scrambling to sit up, pulling the sheets around you like a pathetic shield. “i couldn’t—i just—”
“you just decided our rules didn’t apply to you?” satoru finished for you. he was in front of you now, his tall frame looming. “tsk tsk tsk. we need to punish our girl, don’t you think, suguru?”
“you’re right, satoru,” suguru agreed, eyes landing on you. “she needs to be taught a lesson.”
suguru tore away the blanket and your clothes from your body with effortless strength before you could even process his movements. he opened the bedside drawer to get ropes and looped them around your wrists before tying them to the bedpost. another was secured around your ankles, spreading you open and utterly exposed.
a cruel, vibrating hum tore your attention from suguru. you turned your head to the side and saw satoru lubricating a vibrator with an evil glint in his eyes. you immediately thought of how they must be planning on overstimulating you for hours, like what they usually do when you’re being a brat. the thought made your core clench with anticipation.
satoru dipped his head until his lips brushed the shell of your ear, breath warm enough to make you shiver. “don’t get too excited, sweets.” a low laugh curled through his words. “it’s not a punishment if you enjoy it.”
the cold, lubricated tip of the vibrator touched your soaked slit…only to drag lower, gliding unhurriedly over your twitching rim. you inhaled sharply, hips jerking despite the restraints holding you wide open. being filled there was not new to you—your boyfriends liked to have their way with you at the same time after all—but you didn’t expect your punishment to be this way.
with a slow push, the toy nudged deeper and past your tight ring. satoru worked it inside you, filling it with a sensation that felt completely different than having your pussy filled, but felt so good. it buzzed to life on a high setting, a relentless vibration that reverberated through your entire core, making you clench around the object. despite the slight pleasure it gave, it did not soothe the throbbing, desperate ache in your cunt.
“please,” you begged, tears already springing to your eyes. “please, satoru, suguru…i need—ngh—i need you.”
ignoring your pleas, they kneeled in front of each other at the edge of the bed and started undressing themselves. satoru swooped in and captured suguru’s lips in a heated kiss, his tongue eagerly plunging past his lips. suguru moaned against his mouth, his hands tangling with white locks, pulling him closer. their tongues slid together, making your own mouth water and your own need spike.
satoru kissed his way down suguru’s neck, sucking harshly and leaving marks in his wake. you watched, mesmerized and devastated, as satoru’s hands slid down suguru’s back, cupping his ass, grinding their hips together. suguru looked over at your writhing form, body flushed with need, slick dripping out of your cunt as the sight of them together made your own longing impossible to ignore.
“since you already had your fun…” suguru’s low moan carried across the room. “you get to watch this time.”
satoru found suguru’s lips again, sealing his mouth in another deep wet kiss. suguru grabbed both of their cocks in his hand, using the precum dribbling out of their slits to slide their lengths together. satoru shivered at the contact, breaking the kiss to let out a guttural groan.
his bright blue eyes, usually playful but now dark with intent, flicked up to meet yours. “see what you’re missing?” his voice is a rough purr that vibrated straight to your core.
you tried pulling at the restraints again, causing the vibrator press deep inside a sensitive spot. your body reacted, hips jerking, walls fluttering helplessly around nothing. a devilish smirk grew on your boyfriends’ faces at the sound of your desperate whines.
satoru grinded the hard ridge of his cock forward, pressing against suguru’s equally impressive bulge. a shared groan rumbled between them.
“she’s dripping, satoru,” suguru murmured. his heavy-lidded and hungry gaze raked over your helpless form. “she’s making a mess. and we haven’t even touched her yet.”
a whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it. your clit throbbed in time with the vibrator’s buzz, a desperate, frantic pulse that demanded attention. your cunt clenches violently around nothing, a hollow, aching emptiness that was its own kind of torture.
“please,” you beg, the word cracking. “please, i need…i need you to touch me.”
satoru laughed a low wicked sound. “nuh uh. you’re on time out.”
satoru wrapped his hand around the thick, flushed length of suguru’s cock. a big pearl of pre-cum beaded at the tip, and satoru smeared it with his thumb, making suguru hiss and buck into his fist.
“this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” satoru taunted you but his eyes remained on suguru’s cock, stroking it in a slow tight glide. “could’ve had us inside you if you only behaved like we told you to.” he gripped tighter, making suguru moan louder. “maybe i’ll fuck sugu instead and call it a day.”
you moaned at the thought, already picturing suguru a fucked-out mess under satoru’s unforgiving pace. they knew how needy you could get when watching them get off on their own, how desperate you could be to give them pleasure in your own way too.
more slick pooled from your soppy cunt as your mind raced with thoughts of them, the toy adding to the sensation as it sent sharp pulses in you. your hips twitched in an attempt to find friction. the vibrator shifted inside you, sending a fresh wave of pleasure radiating through your pelvis, but it’s not enough. it was a different kind of full that only highlighted the emptiness it’s meant to punish.
“do you want that, suguru? just us this time?” satoru dug his thumb into suguru’s slit, making him whimper and bury his head against the other’s neck.
suguru nodded and whimpered something about wanting to be stuffed full and fucked senseless, mind going hazy with lust and need and frustration from not being intimate with any of you for the past few days. satoru tightened his fist and jerked faster, breath stuttering when suguru did the same. more pre leaked out of their cocks, their balls tightening as they near their release.
their breaths mingled in sharp, ragged pants. their bodies moved in sync, hips pistoning into each other’s fists. the room filled with the wet, slick sound of their hands working over hard flesh, drowning out the hum of the toy inside you.
tears of pure frustration welled in your eyes, blurring the gorgeous, obscene sight of them. you were so close, teetering on the edge just from the vibration and the visual feast they’re forcing on you.
“i’m sorry! i’m so sorry! please, i’ve learned my lesson! just fuck me, please, i need you inside me!”
they ignored your pleas, lost in their own shared pleasure. satoru’s movements became jerky, frantic. “i’m gonna come, sugu,” he groaned, his voice strangled.
“me too,” suguru gritted out, his own strokes turning punishingly fast.
their climax hit them simultaneously. satoru cried out a raw, guttural sound as thick stripes of cum painted suguru’s stomach. suguru followed a second later, his release spurting over satoru’s still-pumping fist, his whole body shuddering with the force of it. the sight and their sounds were the final push you needed.
your own peak ripped through you with a silent scream that has your back arching off the bed. it was an intense seizure of your nerves, wrenched from you by the unrelenting vibrator. but it was a phantom limb of an orgasm, all shuddering tension with none of the deep, fulfilling release you craved.
a sob wracked your body as you collapsed back onto the mattress, tears finally spilling over and tracing hot paths down your temples into your hair. the frustration wasn’t gone, but amplified into a raw, gaping need.
for a long moment, the only sounds were their heavy breathing and your hitching sobs.
satoru lifted his head. his eyes shifted to suguru before both their dark predatory gazes settled on you. their cocks were already stirring back to life as they moved closer to your body. satoru slowly removed the vibrator, a whimper escaping your lips from the sudden emptiness.
“aww,” suguru cooed, lips forming in a mocking pout. “someone got off just from watching us. not so much of a punishment after all.”
“maybe she needs another lesson,” satoru chimed in, teasing your still-gaping hole with the tip of the toy again.
you sobbed, thrashing against your restraints. “no no no. please please,” your words came out ragged and broken. “i’ll be good, i swear, i’ll be good. just please touch me, fuck me, anything. i need both of you please.”
they only chuckled at your helplessness and desperation.
“shhh. it’s okay, pretty.” suguru licked the tears off your cheeks, while satoru untied the ropes. “are you going to be a good girl for us now?”
“yes yes. just please,” you hiccuped. “need you, sugu. need you, toru.”
your pretty pleas must have satisfied them because they were already moving around the bed and manhandling you with them. satoru positioned himself under you while suguru pushed your knees to your chest.
“since you asked nicely...” satoru kissed up your shoulder, his tip prodding your used hole while suguru lined his cock against your cunt. “let’s fill you up properly.”
just practicing writing smut. part 2 anyone?
⋆˚࿔ || dom 4 dom with sukuna ryomen but you always lose
You had him beneath you, wrists in pretty pink handcuffs that matched his hair. It’s was a real pity you fell in love with this man, because you knew it was only a matter of time that he’d choose to overpower you. He had control, and it was constantly there. He allowed your fun, that’s it.
Yet, you still pretended like it was you who was in charge. You giggled, grinding on his hard dick that oozed precum while playing with his pink, sensitive nipples. What a girlish sight.
He was groaning, every upward buck of his hips landing him a slap against his face. “Woman, you’re testing the limits—” you cut him off with a scoff, putting a palm against his mouth to quiet him down. “Do you ever stay silent?” You words were dramatic, drawled out to annoy him intentionally.
His growl against your hand had heat pooling at the lower part of your stomach, another grind against his dick. “Maybe if you shut your mouth more often, people would like you more!” You whined, slowly teasing him with the sway of your hips. “It’s not like you’re unattractive, jus’ so fuckin’ annoying,” You lifted your hips off his dick, slapping him again when he bit ur palm.
You finally had enough of teasing him, bringing both hands to his chest and sinking onto his dick. “Shi— shit, so fuckin’ big, ‘Kuna,” He laughed, enjoying the view of your tits bouncing in his face while he laid back. Your pace was so relentlessly slow, up and down, just how he hated it you liked it. “S’that really all you got, woman? Pathetic—”
Sukuna was trying so hard to taunt you into fucking yourself on his cock properly. “Think it s’all I got, ‘Kuna, think you’ve gotta suck it up.” You mumbled against his earlobe, one harsh bounce before returning to the slow grinds and humps.
Atleast, he would’ve preferred to be able to touch and guide you through this. But no, you decided to really push the boundaries this time. Your cunt had a mean grip on his cock, fluttering every time it hit your g spot.
“Think I might leave y’here and find better dick’ ‘Kuna, kinder dick too!” You pout mockingly, slapping his face hard enough to make it jerk to the side. And the fantasy was quickly over.
His restraints broke in half, allowing him to tear them off and throw them on the floor. What a bummer, they were really cute! :c
You gasped, holding onto his shoulders as he flipped you around, grabbing your cheeks and squishing them with his hand. “If you wanted me to fuck you into this mattress you could’ve asked for it instead of resorting to acting like a fuckin’ slut,” He grumbled, dick still inside you but now with no mercy or room to breathe. He had practically kicked the air out of your lungs, babbling incoherent messes and trails of half-spoken words.
“What’s that, baby?” He laughed, both of his hands using your throat as a leverage to thrust into you. “Thought you had somethin’ to say.” You shook your head, moaning uncontrollably. There was a pulse in your head from the lack of air.
His movements were unhesitating, each one moving with intention to ruin you from the inside out. “What’d you have to say, pretty? I’m listening.” What an asshole. He laughed in your face again, thrusts because sloppy as he approached an orgasm.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck, ‘Kuna!” His jaw was tight, watching the drool fall down your chin like a starved woman. Both of your breaths harsh, his muscles locked into the ruthless rhythm. He hummed, breathing right onto your face.
“Fix that name, yeah? Think you’ve had enough attitude to lose your privileges, woman.” He was just so mean, loosening only slightly to the point where you could breathe but not comfortably.
“S—, sir, sir, m’so close, need you,” your nails were digging into his beefy arms, begging silently for some release.
He came inside of you, breeding into your womb deeply. “There she isss,” He groaned, rubbing your bundle of nerves to ride your orgasm. “Thank you, thank you, sir—” He let go, grabbing your jaw and kissing you messily, swapping spit.
He pulled his softening cock out of you, slapping you in slight retaliation. “What did we learn, hmm?” You hummed at his question, fucked-out expression saving you from anymore cruelty. He just loved your teary eyes, swollen nose, mascara-ridden cheeks. Your giggle had him kissing all the stray tears away.
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★ GARDEN KISSES
stressing out over your final exam? kento nanami’s there to help!
FEATURING: college! kento nanami x botany major! fem reader
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ content, MDNI. pretty basic take on botany sorry. cunnilingus. unprotected sex. breeding kink go brr. pet names (sweetheart, my love, etc.)
WORD COUNT: 1.7k
JADED NOTES: i’m not really a big nanami girly (enter the cued tomatoes) but i rly like this lil drabble :p
saturday night. 11:30 pm.
most people your age would be surrounded by blinding club lights and sweat ridden bodies rubbing up against them (along with a questionable stench lingering in the air), but instead you were surrounded by an array of biology and plant anatomy textbooks scattered all over your work desk.
the front door unlocked with a click, the sound of footsteps following soon after. "hey honey, i'm back," nanami announced, sliding his shoes off at the door before making his way over to your desk.
fratkuna headcanons
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen despises when you ignore his texts. in a matter of ten minutes without answering, he’s sending “???” and a “don’t play w me” before showing up at your dorm completely uninvited.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen is the walking embodiment of sexual frustration. he’ll make fun of you for being flustered or aroused, yet he’s the one gripping the red cup in his hand when your skirt in too short. he’ll pull you between his spread legs, looking up at you, “i want to bend you over this fuckin’ couch so bad, ma’” like if he was an animal in heat.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen’s room looks like a fucking crime scene. he has an entire laundry basket for clean clothes he’d throw in there instead of storing away and another for dirty clothes. his nightstand carries six empty protein shake bottles besides a cracked ipad he never uses besides for the occasional work he chooses to do. led lights that are never turned off (and coincidentally turn to red when he’s balls deep inside you) along with a broken headboard that has no apparent explanation.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen often lets you stay over after parties so he could release some energy, but when he catches you in the morning talking to a frat brother of his in the kitchen like if he was the most hilarious man alive, he probably regrets it more than ever. he grabs your waist, whispering in your ear “he that funny, ma’?” his fingers on your jaw, tilting your face upwards at him.
ᝰ.ᐟ and jealousy can only be let out one way, right? frat!sukuna ryomen whispers in your ear, “done entertaining him?” when he knows you’re squirming for more. you shut your eyes as his cock slips into you, “nah, eyes on me, baby,” and you do, letting him use you for all you’re worth.
ᝰ.ᐟ if you turn away from him at a party, frat!sukuna ryomen is grabbing your wrist in a gentle but firm manner, “i was talking to you,”
ᝰ.ᐟ reckless late night texts. “come over” or “u up ma’?” or “i’m not asking,”
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⋆˚࿔ || dom 4 dom with sukuna ryomen but you always lose
You had him beneath you, wrists in pretty pink handcuffs that matched his hair. It’s was a real pity you fell in love with this man, because you knew it was only a matter of time that he’d choose to overpower you. He had control, and it was constantly there. He allowed your fun, that’s it.
Yet, you still pretended like it was you who was in charge. You giggled, grinding on his hard dick that oozed precum while playing with his pink, sensitive nipples. What a girlish sight.
He was groaning, every upward buck of his hips landing him a slap against his face. “Woman, you’re testing the limits—” you cut him off with a scoff, putting a palm against his mouth to quiet him down. “Do you ever stay silent?” You words were dramatic, drawled out to annoy him intentionally.
His growl against your hand had heat pooling at the lower part of your stomach, another grind against his dick. “Maybe if you shut your mouth more often, people would like you more!” You whined, slowly teasing him with the sway of your hips. “It’s not like you’re unattractive, jus’ so fuckin’ annoying,” You lifted your hips off his dick, slapping him again when he bit ur palm.
You finally had enough of teasing him, bringing both hands to his chest and sinking onto his dick. “Shi— shit, so fuckin’ big, ‘Kuna,” He laughed, enjoying the view of your tits bouncing in his face while he laid back. Your pace was so relentlessly slow, up and down, just how he hated it you liked it. “S’that really all you got, woman? Pathetic—”
Sukuna was trying so hard to taunt you into fucking yourself on his cock properly. “Think it s’all I got, ‘Kuna, think you’ve gotta suck it up.” You mumbled against his earlobe, one harsh bounce before returning to the slow grinds and humps.
Atleast, he would’ve preferred to be able to touch and guide you through this. But no, you decided to really push the boundaries this time. Your cunt had a mean grip on his cock, fluttering every time it hit your g spot.
“Think I might leave y’here and find better dick’ ‘Kuna, kinder dick too!” You pout mockingly, slapping his face hard enough to make it jerk to the side. And the fantasy was quickly over.
His restraints broke in half, allowing him to tear them off and throw them on the floor. What a bummer, they were really cute! :c
You gasped, holding onto his shoulders as he flipped you around, grabbing your cheeks and squishing them with his hand. “If you wanted me to fuck you into this mattress you could’ve asked for it instead of resorting to acting like a fuckin’ slut,” He grumbled, dick still inside you but now with no mercy or room to breathe. He had practically kicked the air out of your lungs, babbling incoherent messes and trails of half-spoken words.
“What’s that, baby?” He laughed, both of his hands using your throat as a leverage to thrust into you. “Thought you had somethin’ to say.” You shook your head, moaning uncontrollably. There was a pulse in your head from the lack of air.
His movements were unhesitating, each one moving with intention to ruin you from the inside out. “What’d you have to say, pretty? I’m listening.” What an asshole. He laughed in your face again, thrusts because sloppy as he approached an orgasm.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck, ‘Kuna!” His jaw was tight, watching the drool fall down your chin like a starved woman. Both of your breaths harsh, his muscles locked into the ruthless rhythm. He hummed, breathing right onto your face.
“Fix that name, yeah? Think you’ve had enough attitude to lose your privileges, woman.” He was just so mean, loosening only slightly to the point where you could breathe but not comfortably.
“S—, sir, sir, m’so close, need you,” your nails were digging into his beefy arms, begging silently for some release.
He came inside of you, breeding into your womb deeply. “There she isss,” He groaned, rubbing your bundle of nerves to ride your orgasm. “Thank you, thank you, sir—” He let go, grabbing your jaw and kissing you messily, swapping spit.
He pulled his softening cock out of you, slapping you in slight retaliation. “What did we learn, hmm?” You hummed at his question, fucked-out expression saving you from anymore cruelty. He just loved your teary eyes, swollen nose, mascara-ridden cheeks. Your giggle had him kissing all the stray tears away.
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fratkuna headcanons
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen despises when you ignore his texts. in a matter of ten minutes without answering, he’s sending “???” and a “don’t play w me” before showing up at your dorm completely uninvited.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen is the walking embodiment of sexual frustration. he’ll make fun of you for being flustered or aroused, yet he’s the one gripping the red cup in his hand when your skirt in too short. he’ll pull you between his spread legs, looking up at you, “i want to bend you over this fuckin’ couch so bad, ma’” like if he was an animal in heat.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen’s room looks like a fucking crime scene. he has an entire laundry basket for clean clothes he’d throw in there instead of storing away and another for dirty clothes. his nightstand carries six empty protein shake bottles besides a cracked ipad he never uses besides for the occasional work he chooses to do. led lights that are never turned off (and coincidentally turn to red when he’s balls deep inside you) along with a broken headboard that has no apparent explanation.
ᝰ.ᐟ frat!sukuna ryomen often lets you stay over after parties so he could release some energy, but when he catches you in the morning talking to a frat brother of his in the kitchen like if he was the most hilarious man alive, he probably regrets it more than ever. he grabs your waist, whispering in your ear “he that funny, ma’?” his fingers on your jaw, tilting your face upwards at him.
ᝰ.ᐟ and jealousy can only be let out one way, right? frat!sukuna ryomen whispers in your ear, “done entertaining him?” when he knows you’re squirming for more. you shut your eyes as his cock slips into you, “nah, eyes on me, baby,” and you do, letting him use you for all you’re worth.
ᝰ.ᐟ if you turn away from him at a party, frat!sukuna ryomen is grabbing your wrist in a gentle but firm manner, “i was talking to you,”
ᝰ.ᐟ reckless late night texts. “come over” or “u up ma’?” or “i’m not asking,”
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