[sassatoru]

ENZO’S FINEST SWEETHEARTS

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jason’s wet dream!

you’re trying to wake him but, but he has other plans | fem!reader, smut & fluff, he's whiny in this

Jason’s got a soft look on his face while he sleeps, lips parted and chest rising and falling peacefully. Nothing like the wild, haunted eyes that meet yours right after patrol. Or the harsh breaths he takes when panic claws through his chest.

This Jason was yours. Untouched by cruel hands and crueler words. Your Jason only knew soft mornings, where sunlight spilled in and your fingers brushed through his unruly dark locks.

You wanted to let him sleep longer. But even more so, you wanted to look into his pretty eyes and see them soften like you were his world.

Which you knew you were.

“Jay,” you whisper.

He was practically on top of you, cheek smushed against your head, muscular arms wound tightly around you as you lay on your back.

It’s suffocating in the best way. For him to be so close to you meant he felt safe.

“Come on, wake up. M'hungry,” you murmur gently.

He groans, moving his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck. One of his hands moves from your waist to your stomach and up to your chest as if making sure you were here.

Your thoughts slide to a halt when you feel his hand cup your boob. Is he—

“Jason?” you try again, weakly. The man was using your boob as a stress ball.

“Five more minutes, sweetheart,” he mumbles and squeezes again. The thin fabric of your shirt does nothing to keep the heat of his touch away.

“Oh, um…” Your cheeks burn.

He lets out another sleepy sigh and mumbles something under his breath. Something that sounds far too much like, “You’re so good to me, baby.”

You close your eyes. He’s definitely having a wet dream.

Muffling a tiny giggle, you shift slightly, trying to wiggle out of his hold. Instead, his grip tightens, keeping you pressed down to the sheets.

He moves then, trying to get even closer, his hard on pressing against your thigh and making him whine.

“Oh my god.” Mouth to the ceiling, a giddy smile on your face.

You reach out to play with his hair. Pausing for a moment, you wonder what he’d do if you tugged on it.

Naturally, you do just that. A tiny groan leaves him, his hips grinding against your thigh. You feel his lips against the curve of your neck, just resting there.

“You’re gonna be so mortified when you wake up,” you mumble, combing his hair back lovingly.

A tiny, soft sigh escapes him, and suddenly you don’t want to wake him.

So you let him sleep, occasionally pressing a kiss to his forehead while he whines and grinds his hard and aching dick against your thigh.

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idk i’ve had this in my drafts for months

[sassatoru]

english professor vergil anybody?

[lipglossanon]

Sweets to the Sweet

Vergil x fem!reader (one shot)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dilf Vergil (need I say more 😉), au, I’m sure OOC Vergil (😞 i tried), kissing, teasing, dirty talk, praise, biting, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie(s), multiple orgasms, squirting, mirror sex, cum eating, slight breeding kink

over 7k worth of pwp lol

not proofread ✍️ enjoy!

editing to add: big thanks and shoutout to @ashlinxsloves and 💀 anon 💜 thanks to you two, i had the inspo to finish this fic 😭

Summer break could not arrive any faster. Your finals sucked the life and joy from you, but now it’s over and done. Nothing left except to empty your brain of concepts, formulas, and essays—and finally relax.

Nero, who you randomly met in the library trying to cram for an anatomy exam at the beginning of the semester, has invited you to hang out with him for a few weeks. I promise my dad isn’t going to care, a crooked grin in place, hell that's if he’s even at home. And I want you to meet Kyrie. Here, a dreamy look comes over his face. She’s the best.

So, you pack up and head out with Nero as soon as the last final’s finished (it’s yours, and it’s history). Then, after a short road trip—made easier by trading off driving until late the next night—Nero pulls up in front of a modest two story house. After parking, you both climb out of the car, stretching to work out the kinks of sitting in one spot for hours. You grab your bags while Nero grabs his and leads you up the pebbled foot path to the front door. 

Before he can stick the key in the lock, the door swings open into a warmly lit foyer. The hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life stands there, cool gaze flicking from Nero to you back to Nero. He’s well dressed to be at home, a dark blue cable knit sweater paired with soft grey joggers ending on bare feet; his spiked hair looks messy, like he’s run his hands through it, with several fallen strands highlighting his face. A strong jaw offset by a soft mouth draws in your eyes. 

“Son,” his raspy voice sends chills dancing down your spine. “Who is our lovely guest?”

Nero brushes his thumb against his nose, a nervous tic you’ve noticed about him. “Ah, well, surprise,” he hunches his shoulders, a sheepish smile pulling at his lips. “Didn’t think you’d mind.”

His dad’s glacial eyes snap to you. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Nero hurriedly introduces everyone, making you grin over at him once he says his dad’s name is Vergil. 

“You guys like to keep it classic, huh?”

Vergil’s mouth twitches, the hint of a smile trying to appear.  “Yes, quaint, isn’t it?”

You laugh outright and Nero scratches the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, Well.. we’re kinda beat.”

His dad nods, smoothly stepping forward to clasp your bags in his hands. “Follow me to your rooms.”

You sputter out a protest that is quickly shot down—“A lady never carries her own luggage”—Vergil’s raised eyebrow and dismissive tone makes your heart flutter. He leads the two of you further into the house and upstairs. Once you get settled in, you fall asleep in no time.

The next few days are filled with Nero showing you around his house and neighborhood. 

Oddly enough, whenever you and Nero hang out around his home, his dad is nearby. Nero offhandedly mentions a few times that that’s not his norm.

“He must be on vacation this week,” he complains to you under his breath, watching Vergil make his way through the living room to the kitchen. “I swear he’s never around when I’m on break.”

“Is he never around or are you always out with Kyrie?” You tease good naturedly. 

“Shut up,” he laughs, tossing a throw pillow at you before slumping back on the couch. ”It just feels like he’s hovering.”

You shrug, attention going back to the television. You’d never say it out loud, especially to Nero, but you definitely don’t mind seeing his dad hanging around.

Nero eventually introduces you to his neighbor and childhood friend, Nico—a rowdy young woman who you click with almost instantly. She razzes Nero about everything, and it never fails to make you laugh. The last person he brings around is the infamous Kyrie. She’s so kind and pretty, you understand why Nero is so smitten.

The four of you hang out a few times and it’s fun, but you're glad when you have a free day to yourself. Craving homemade scones, Nero is nice enough to run out to the store to grab some ingredients. It’s only until he’s back that you realize a few items are still missing, and he promises to run out and grab those, too. 

Alone once more in the kitchen, you decide to get a head start on the recipe. 

Humming, your brows pinch together, immersed in looking over the recipe you have saved in your phone. You’re ninety-nine percent sure you have everything added to the bowl, but you just want to double check before you start mixing. Too busy cataloging ingredients, you don’t notice Vergil standing near the kitchen entryway.

“Okay,” you say to yourself out loud, pushing the phone further up the counter so you can pull the bowl and whisk to you. “Beat by hand for two minutes.”

“What are you making?”

An embarrassingly high pitched squeal escapes you before you can stop it. Spinning around, you see Nero’s dad gazing at you in amusement although his face remains stoic.

“Oh my gosh,” you hold your hand over your heart. “I-I didn’t hear you come in. You scared me to death.”

“Apologies,” he lets his lips quirk up, a shadow of a grin. “It was not my intention.”

Blowing out a short breath, you shake your head. “No, I mean I know you didn’t mean to. And, uh, I’m just baking lemon scones. Nero picked up some ingredients for me earlier, but he’s off getting the rest right now.”

He steps closer, eyes dragging down your body before flicking up to your mixing bowl. “And do you require any assistance?”

His low tone has you biting your bottom lip, watching when his eyes catch on the movement. “Uh, s-sure, I mean if you don’t mind.”

He graces you with a half smile, “I would not have offered otherwise. Tell me how you need me.”

Your skin feels hot and a nervous sweat breaks out across your hairline. Aside from a few stuttered words, you’re able to explain to Vergil and in no time you both are working side by side in quiet harmony.

His hands catch your eyes; pianist hands, you think. Long dexterous fingers offset by pale skin with blue veins snaking their way from his knuckles up his forearms. You want to sink your teeth into his skin. It’s unfair how good he looks. 

You’ve only spent a little bit of time with Nero’s father; it’s mostly been with his friends and girlfriend. Vergil, you’ve noticed, is quiet—more prone to reading in the soft lamplight of the living room than loud conversation. Nico says Nero is much more like his uncle (“A loud mouthed braggart to paraphrase Vergil,“ Nico snickered). So lost in thought, you almost miss him speaking.

“This is nice,” he murmurs at you, side-eying you before glancing back at his hands.

Smiling down at the mixing bowl, you nod. “It is.”

“I am..” his mouth purses, like he’s tasting out the word he’s searching for, “glad Nero invited you.”

At his admission, you turn to fully look at his side profile. A straight nose with strong cheekbones—he notices you looking and turns to face you, shifting your view onto his sharp eyes and Cupid’s bow mouth.

His thumb comes up to brush against your cheek, hand cupping your jaw, and you gasp. Heart tripping over itself in your chest, you feel rooted to the spot, trapped by indecision and nerves. The heat from his hand draws you in, head angling toward his palm. 

“You have a streak of flour,” his low voice sends butterflies fluttering in your chest.

Your lips part and his eyes flick from your gaze down to your mouth. Before anything else happens, the side door of the kitchen swings open with a bang, Nero cursing under his breath as he steps through. Vergil easily slips away from you, turning back to the kitchen counter. Hands clenching at your sides, you try to calm your nerves, pulling in a deep breath before shakily letting it out. 

Nero drops a small paper bag on the counter next to Vergil. “Did she rope you into it, too?”

He grins at you and you flip him off. 

“Nooo,” you roll your eyes with a sigh. “He volunteered.” 

“More like volun-told,” Nero laughs, holding up his hands as you reach over to push his arm.

“Why don’t you make like a tree and beat it?” You grouse.

A soft chuckle meets your ears, and you shoot a quick look at Vergil and catch his amused expression.

Nero sighs, “Well, I know when I’m not wanted. I just came to drop off the rest of it, gotta meet up with Nico to look over some project.”

Nodding, you watch as Nero heads out the way he came in. “Tell her hi from me.”

“Will do!” He waves without looking, shutting the door behind him.

A slightly awkward silence rings out after Nero’s departure. Clearing your throat, you turn back to the work space. 

“Okay, so where were we?”

Vergil tilts his head at you, “I believe you were waiting on Nero’s delivery in order to continue.”

“Right,” you smile, embarrassment warming your chest.

You try to reach over Vergil to grab the bag Nero left when he shifts out of the way; nearly losing your balance, he braces your hips and twists the same time you step forward, leaving you pinned between his firm body and the counter. Nervous excitement has your palms sweating as you grip the countertop. 

“Apologies,” you can feel the rumble of his voice from where your back presses against his chest. 

A warm, woodsy smell encompasses you; the scent of bergamot and birch with an undertone of cloves. It sends a pulse of need through your core. Your fingertips tingle, arousal thrumming heavily in your veins. Belatedly, you realize he now has both hands on your hips. Where Vergil presses against you, he’s warm, the kind of heat that seeps into your bones and keeps you.

His lips brush across the side of your neck, as faint as butterfly wings, sending chills to race down your spine.

Lips touch the shell of your ear. “Is this.. okay?”

“More than,” you breathe out in reply. 

In one fluid motion, he turns you around and lifts you up, seating you on the kitchen counter. The gain in height only makes you a few inches taller than the older man in front of you. Running your fingers up across his chest, your hands come to rest on his shoulders. His lips quirk into a half smile and it makes your heart thud heavily in anticipation. 

His hands slide from your hips down to your thighs, palms a hot brand against the skin. Attempting to squeeze them closed, he clicks his tongue, thumbs digging into the dough of your thighs. 

“Relax,” he breathes out, stepping even closer—his clothes rasp against your bare legs and makes you shiver.

You suck your bottom lip into your mouth, and he leans forward with a soft groan. 

“Tempting me with this sinful little mouth,” his words send a pulsing throb to your clit. “Shall I sample a taste?”

“Yes, please,” you whisper, eyes dilating, fingers curling into his sweater to anchor yourself. 

Molten heat, like sun warmed honey, drips down your throat. Hungrily, he parts your lips, tongue slipping inside to taste you. Eyes fluttering closed, the dark may hide your sight but the feel of him surrounds you. His hands grip onto your thighs more tightly, a delicious bite of pain that makes your cunt clench around nothing. 

He whispers something against your lips when he pulls away, but kisses you again before you can ask what. Vergil’s tongue slides into your mouth like he owns it. He kisses slow and deep, taking his time to map out your mouth. You're swept up, unable to think outside of the litany of more more more drumming inside your skull. 

Hands slipping across the back of his neck, your fingers run through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp earning you a low groan. You greedily swallow it down along with the saliva from his insistent mouth. Rocking forward, you seek out more pleasure for yourself. The zipper on his slacks press against your cunt perfectly, clit swollen and questing for more.

Pulling you closer to the edge, he chuckles against your mouth. His lips drag across your jaw, lightly nipping the skin where it hinges. His tongue and teeth slowly map a trail across your neck. Slick saturates the gusset of your panties, pussy feeling hot. Your hand blindly reaches down and gropes him through his slacks and he grunts, fingers squeezing the fat of your thighs. 

“Let me take you to bed,” he mumbles into your neck, dropping a small kiss to your skin. 

“Okay,” you whisper against his hair. Lifting his head, he kisses you again, soft and wet. 

It seems like you only blink, and you find yourself in his bedroom. You don’t really take much in except for the bed, a large mahogany centered against the wall. Feeling him at your back, your trembling legs take you over the mattress. Laying down, a whiff of cloves and bergamot steals into your nose.

Recognizing the smell from earlier in the kitchen, his sheets are saturated with it, making you bury your face into them. Breathing in makes you dizzy with want. 

“Let me see your face, lovely one,” he coos, strong hands gripping your waist to flip you onto your back. “Such a sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“Vergil,” you whimper, legs parting, allowing him to slot himself between your thighs.

He kisses you, rough and heated, tongue slipping into your mouth before coaxing your own past his lips. Sucking the wet muscle, his canines press down gently, sending a pulsing want through your clit. Your fingers tangle in his hair and tug on the light strands. Whining, your hips roll up, grinding along the bulge pressing against the apex of your thighs. 

Vergil sits back, hands dragging down your body. The knuckles of one his hands rubs across the seam of your lounge shorts, rubbing soft circles against the material, pressing it into your clit. 

“I can feel how hot and needy you are,” he murmurs, blue eyes blown out in arousal. “May I?”

At your nod, his fingers slip into the band of your shorts and underwear, tugging them both down and off at the same time. Strings of slick cling to the gusset of your panties before snapping when he pulls them away. 

“Look at you,” he groans. “Such a slick little cunt.”

“Fuck,” you whimper, thighs twitching with the effort to keep them open.

Kneeling between your thighs, he drops a kiss at the bend of your right knee before slowly trailing kisses with the soft hint of teeth up your thigh. Skipping over your soaked slit, he presses kisses into your left thigh, leaving off with a gentle bite to your leg. 

Hands grasping at his sheets, you writhe and whimper, hips jumping up to tempt his plush mouth to kiss your dripping pussy. He smirks up at you, mouth nipping at the junction of your thigh and cunt. 

“Please, Vergil,” you pant, letting go of the sheets to run your hands through his hair. 

“So sweet.” His fingers wrap around your wrist and tugs your hand to his mouth, kissing the inside of your wrist.

His teeth sink into soft skin, lips and tongue roughly sucking a mark onto your wrist. Clit throbbing with the dull pain from his mouth, your free hand claws at his shoulder, head tilting back with a whine. Letting go with an audible pop, his tongue laps at the teeth indentations left on your skin. 

“Now, to taste that hot little cunt,” he murmurs, kissing the mark one more time before dropping his head back down to your thighs.

The breath leaves your lungs in a gusty moan. Vergil’s tongue glides along your slit, ending with a soft kiss to your clit. With a groan, he buries his face into your cunt, tongue parting your slick folds to lick into your drippy hole. His hands frame your pussy, thumbs pulling your lips apart, allowing him to lick into you deeper. You clench down on his hot tongue, eyes rolling back when he chuckles against your sensitive cunt. 

Pulling away with an obscene slurp, his tongue laps upward until he can circle your pudgy clit. Shifting one hand, he softly pulls back the hood of your clit, kitten licking the swollen bud until you’re scratching his shoulders and keening loudly. Humming, his blue eyes gaze up your body, and it makes your core burn hot. Flattening his tongue, he licks a broad stripe across your clit, and it sends more slick leaking from your pussy.

“Feels so good,” you gasp, nails sinking into his soft sweater. Tears clump your lashes together. 

“You taste good,” he mumbles against your pussy. “Like ambrosia.”

His tongue presses back inside, hungrily tasting your cunt, strong nose rubbing across your fat clit. Moaning, your toes curl from the pleasure humming through your body.

“Please, I need you,” you keen, “I need you inside me.”

“You need what inside you?” He pulls away with a suckling kiss to your clit. 

Blinking the wetness from your eyes, you tighten your grip onto his shoulders, lightly pulling him upward. 

“Your cock,” you whimper, lips parting when he presses his mouth to your jaw. You can feel his lips curve into a grin.

“Good girl,” his low voice washes over you as he kisses the apple of your cheek.

He sits back on his haunches, hands stretching behind his head to grasp his sweater. Tugging it off in one fluid motion, strands of hair messily falling around his face while he drops the sweater into the floor. Biting your lip, your eyes greedily take in his toned chest and stomach. Your hands unconsciously reach out to drag down his sternum. Eyes following your hand, they drop down to his lap, tracing the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric.

Flushed with heat, you bite your bottom lip, blown out gaze meeting his own. Palm pressing flat to his abdomen, you slide down to cup him through his slacks. A low sound escapes him from deep in his throat; it makes your clit throb. His hands quickly undo his pants, tugging them down his muscled thighs. Your mouth waters, a whine slipping out to see him bare before you since he’s not wearing anything underneath. 

“The way you look at me drives me crazy,” his raspy tone sends chills across your skin. 

He fists his cock with one hand while the other one moves up to your face, brushing a thumb across your bottom lip. Pressing forward, the digit slips into your mouth, pinning your tongue down as he cups your chin with his forefinger. Whimpering, you hollow your cheeks, sucking on his thumb softly, inner thighs trying to close but stopped by his body centered between your legs.

Letting go of your face, he swipes his wet thumb across his leaking tip before popping it back into your mouth. Salty musk floods your mouth and you moan, eyelashes fluttering as you run your tongue all around his thumb, lapping the precum up greedily. Tugging the digit free from your mouth, he smears your spit all across your lips. 

“I’m very eager to be inside you, to stretch you open until you cry,” his eyes are nearly black, pupils swallowing up the blue until it’s a thin ring.

Reaching down, you grasp the hemline of your shirt and tug it up. Vergil joins you in removing your clothing, nimble fingers undoing your bra and slipping it away from your body. His hands grope your tits, thumbs brushing over your stiff nipples and making you cry out pitifully.

“So sensitive, too,” he murmurs, more to himself; his eyes take in your naked body before snapping up to meet your gaze. “Aren’t you a sweet treat?”

A shadow of a smile flits across his face; if you had blinked you would’ve missed it. His head dips down and he drops a kiss to your sternum. Breath hitching in your chest, your hands drop to the sheets to grip them tightly. His lips trail across your breasts, taking his time to kiss and lick each one. Sinking his teeth into the underside of your left breast, you keen softly, thighs falling open even further. 

Suckling at your nipples, Vergil reaches down and grasps his cock, rubbing it across your soaked slit. The slick dripping from your pussy costs his dick, letting him easily grind against you. Fingers circling the base, he grips his cock and slaps it down onto your cunt, aiming the tip to graze at your swollen clit.

“Oh, please,” you gasp, hole clenching around nothing. 

Ghosting his teeth against your hard nubs, he continues to suck on your nipples. His wet lips grail from one stiff peak to the next, blue eyes slitted in pleasure. Using his thumb, he presses the head of his cock against your hole. 

“I can feel you trying to suck me in already,” his lips brush against the soft skin of your breasts.

Notching his cock at your fluttering pussy, he slowly pushes inside with a low groan. He buries his face into your neck, strands of hair tickling your jaw. 

“I-it’s too big,” you pant, hands moving to claw at his shoulders. “Oh, god, it’s so good.”

He growls at your words, hips rocking into you harder than before. Your breath slips from you, the total feeling of fullness overtaking your senses—cunt stuffed with Vergil’s thick length.   

He laces your fingers together, palm to palm, heart line to heart line; you can’t stop yourself from kissing him, helplessly, irrevocably ruined on his cock. 

“Doing so well, taking me so deep.” He licks the shell of your ear, and you shudder, clenching down on his dick. “Snug little pussy feels like she was made for me.”

You’re unable to stop yourself from babbling, “Please, please, feels so good, you’re so big, please, I need it, I need it so bad.”

“Hush,” he coos, kissing the corner of your eye, tasting the salt from your tears. “I won’t leave you wanting, my sweet.”

The heat is suffocating; the heat pulsing through your veins, the heat buried in your cunt, the heat from his body pressing you down down down into his bedding. 

“Are you going to cum for me?” His grip tightens around your hands. “I can feel this needy hole suckling at my cock.”

Whine smothered by his tongue licking into your mouth, your eyes roll back, climax washing over your body like a slow rolling wave. He keeps up the smooth rocking thrusts that have his pelvis grinding perfectly into your swollen clit.

“Good girl,” he drops kisses across your cheekbones and the corner of your lips. “Milking my cock so perfectly.”

Nails digging into the backs of his hands, your legs squeeze his waist, pussy clamping down on his dick, post climax tremors racking your body. He bites down on your neck, and you rock your hips, grinding his cock deeper into your pussy.

“I shouldn’t cum inside you,” Vergil whispers against your neck, voice wrecked. “It's not responsible.”

“Don’t care,” you plead with him. “Want it, want you to cum inside me.”

He groans, hips thrusting harder, cock easily slipping in and out of your sopping wet pussy.

“I’ll spill so deep inside you.” He drags one set of your clasped hands down your body to press into your abdomen. “You’ll feel it, so hot and thick.. my cum breeding your needy cunt.”

Your pussy walls flutter and squeeze down on his cock, slick coating his cock as his words fan your arousal from smoldering embers to a blazing flame. 

“Vergil, please.” Sounding like a broken record, you beg him for more. “You can cum in me as much as you want.”

He growls, teeth sinking into your shoulder. 

“Yes, fuck,” you choke out, tears beading your lash line. “Mark me up, do whatever you want.”

“You must stop offering me such delightful gifts,” he groans. “I’ll keep you full all night.”

He presses your hands more tightly against your lower abdomen.

“You’ll be dripping for days.”

With a low grunt that makes your cunt pulse, he flips you two over without pulling out. Now, his back is to the mattress with you sitting atop his lap. Your cunt flutters wildly around his dick, clit throbbing like a second heartbeat.

“Look at you,” his eyes are dark, drawing you in easily. “So lovely.”

Moaning, you eagerly bounce on his cock; Vergil laces your hands together again, helping you brace yourself. Biting your bottom lip, you roll your hips faster, grinding his cock along your g-spot and making your pussy gush so much slick it drips down his balls. 

You want to cum; you want to cum so bad. He feels so good inside you, you think you might go crazy. He’s thick, stretching you open on that perfect edge of almost too much and just enough. His fat tip keeps knocking into your womb, the pleasurepain skittering down your spine and making your eyes water. He has to cum inside you. 

You think you say as much out loud since he gives you one of those hidden smiles, wicked eyes promising you pleasure. He thrusts upward, cock rutting into your squelching cunt with deep, steady strokes. He bunches your hands together so he can clasp them in one of his, using the other to loosely grasp your neck and pull you down. Your noses bump before he nips your bottom lip. 

“Are you going to cum for me, dear heart? Squeeze me until I spill all sticky, sweet inside your perfect cunt?” He whispers against your lips, the words stealing into your mouth and settling deep into your core.

Pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips, his tongue slides into your mouth, flicking against yours. You whine, pussy clamping down on his cock, climax beginning to crest inside you once again.

“That’s it, let me feel you,” Vergil coaxes, voice low and silky. “Cum for me.”

His hand moves from your neck down between your bodies to lightly rub across your clit. Pussy clenching, your grind down onto his cock and whimper. A few more soft circles against your pudgy bud and you’re cumming again. Moaning his name, your body flinches and shudders, orgasm buzzing through your senses until all you can feel is him.

“Do you still want me to fill you?” He asks, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, tugging it slightly before letting go.

“Yes, yes, please, Vergil.” You nod, body still trembling. He groans and kisses you with fervor, hands gripping your hips so tightly it stings. 

Cunt dripping your cum and slick, Vergil’s cock fills you over and over until he buries himself inside your soft, fluttering walls. Groaning, his head falls back to the mattress, eyes clenched shut, his balls pumping rope after rope of cum deep inside your pussy.

Slumping forward, your nose presses uncomfortably against his collarbone. His hands loosen their grip and he runs his fingertips across your back and side, raising chillbumps in their wake. Humming, you tilt your head and kiss his neck.

“Such a sweet girl,” he rumbles in your ear.

Your eyes drift closed, and it’s not until you feel movement that you realize you have even fallen asleep. 

“I did not mean to wake you.” Vergil shifts you in his arms. You can feel his spend oozing from your puffy cunt sending a frisson of heat through your clit. 

Shaking your head, you ease yourself up onto your feet. “I need to go clean up.”

His eyes drag down your naked body to see the mess he left between your thighs. His cock flexes, but stays soft. 

“Shall I accompany you to the bath?” 

Feeling shy and a little intimidated, you nod. “That would be nice.”

He ushers you into his en suite bathroom, fussing over the towels and water temperature before finally settling you both under the shower spray. Vergil lathers you in his body wash, being careful to wash every inch of your skin. You hum, eyes closed and totally relaxed. Soft kisses are pressed into your shoulders and neck. Between the warmth of his body and the drumming heat of the water, you think to yourself it’s quite easy to fall for someone like Vergil.

Once he finishes with you, he sets to cleaning  himself. Vergil bats your hands away from helping him wash off. He keeps it perfunctory, just a quick and thorough cleaning before he’s pressing back against you in the water, lips seeking yours out. You look up at him, his hair beaten down by the water and making him look younger. Fingers running through his wet strands, you slick it back. 

“You’re really handsome,” you mumble, feeling embarrassed and juvenile once the words escape you.

He grasps the wrist marked by his teeth and drops a soft kiss to your palm. 

“And you are unequivocally lovely.” His blue eyes never waver from your gaze. “You have bewitched me quite easily.”

His hands cup your jaw, thumbs brushing across your cheek bones. “Would it be forward of me to ask for a courtship?”

You laugh, blinking the water from your eyes. “Kind of did things a bit backwards, huh?”

His lips tic into a half smile. “Yes, a bit backwards.”

Smiling, you slip your arms around his shoulders. “I’d love to go out with you.” Pausing, your eyes dart to the side, a frown pinching your brow. “You don’t think it’s weird I’m Nero’s friend?”

“As long as you do not find it odd that I’m his father,” he jokes, and it makes you smile up at him again.

“Then, it’s settled,” you stretch up on your toes to kiss his nose.

A huff of laughter escapes him before he kisses you sweetly. His hands still cup your jaw, keeping your head angled perfectly for him to deepen the kiss into something hot and heavy. After a few minutes of making out under the shower spray, you both begin to feel the water cooling off. 

“Let’s get out.” He kisses you one last time, a quick peck to your lips, before shutting the water off and stepping out of the shower.

Returning quickly, he wraps a towel around you and gently dries you off. Once you’re ready, he drops the towel and has you put on one of his bathrobes. It’s too long in the sleeves and the hem touches the floor, but it’s soft and comfortable. He towels off quickly, eyes never straying too far from you. You watch him, with a dopey smile on your face you’re sure. 

After cinching the towel around his waist, Vergil runs a hand through his damp hair, brushing it back from his face except for a few strands that stubbornly refuse to move. 

“Let’s find you something to wear.” He tugs the end of the robe’s sleeve. “But it seems like my clothes may wear a bit long on you.”

You shrug, following him back into the bedroom. “I can head back to my room and—”

“Nonsense,” he cuts you off. “Especially since you’ll be sleeping in here, there is no reason to leave the room for tonight.”

“Oh!” Surprise suffuses your features.

“Did you think I would have you leave?” A nonplussed look combined with an eyebrow raise leaves you feeling sheepish. 

“I didn’t think about it honestly,” you smile awkwardly. “But I’m more than happy to stay.”

“Good,” he tugs you in for a kiss before guiding you over to his closet. “I have a few items you can wear comfortably.”

Walking into the closet, he moves over to a built in wardrobe, leaving you to look around the space. You wander over to a tall mirror seated into the wall. Vergil turns with a shirt in hand and sees you admiring the ornate frame.

“It was a gift from my mother,” he says conversationally, stepping behind you.

“It’s gorgeous,” you smile at him through the reflected surface.

“Thank you,” he nods, then holds up the shirt. “May I?”

“Oh, sure,” you go to turn and he stops you.

One hand undoes your robe and lets it fall to the floor; his nostrils flare, eyes dragging down your naked body. Surprisingly, he doesn’t do anything more than help slip the shirt over your head. The fabric is soft and it smells like him, making your heart beat fast. He smoothes it down your body, hands resting on your hips.

Vergil pushes up against you and you bite your lip to feel his cock rutting against your thigh. 

“Like what you see?” You tease, lifting the hem of the shirt from where it falls against your upper thighs, barely concealing your naked cunt.

“Always,” he nips your earlobe, hands drifting under your shirt to pull it up over your breasts.

He pinches your nipples and your head falls against his chest. Mewling, you rock back against his chubbed cock. One hand groping your tits, he slips the other away to undo his robe. Vergil’s hand then grasps your hip, thumb digging into your lower back. Notching his cock at your pussy, he swipes through the slick leaking from your hole. 

“So eager,” his svelte voice fills your ears the same time he sinks inside your wet pussy.  

He pins you to the mirror, the cool glass almost too much for your hard nipples. He pistons his cock harder into you, smushing your tits into the reflected glass. Face turned to the side, your breath fogs the mirror with each gasping pant. Your reedy moans and his soft grunts fill the closet space; long deep strokes of his cock send pleasure surging through your body. You’re still so sensitive from earlier, it doesn’t take long to push you to the edge.

“Look at you,” he groans. “Spread open and perfect. Taking me so well.”

“Vergil,” you whimper, eyes fluttering with every bump against your cervix.

“Do you know how delectable it is that you can cum like this?” He rumbles, raspy tone making you clench down on him. “I don’t even need to touch your pretty clit, just fill this slick cunt with my cock until you’re cumming around me.”

“Oh, god, I’m so close, please,” you babble, spit smearing against the mirror from your parted lips. 

He shifts his grip from your hips to your ass, squeezing hard enough for fat to dimple between his fingers. Grunting, he fucks into you even harder, cock splitting you open with every deep stroke. His drippy tip bumps into the opening of your womb and sends pleasure careening through your veins. Pressure builds up in your core and you twist your hips, trying to change the angle of Vergil’s dick. 

“W-wait, I’m—I think I’m gonna pee,” embarrassment makes your voice squeaky. “Vergil, please, I don’t wanna make a mess.”

He grunts, hips thrusting harder. “Let yourself go. I promise it will be fine. Your sweet cunt is just feeling good.”

Hands pushing at the mirror, you raise up but the angle only drives his cock in deeper, the head nailing your cervix and making your legs tremble. Clit pulsing, the tight band of arousal centered in your core finally snaps. Slick gushes around Vergil’s cock, nearly pushing him out of your pussy. Pussy walls flutter and pulse around his thick length, sucking him further into your soaked cunt.

“Perfect girl,” he groans, leaning forward to bite and kiss your neck. “Look at you squirting for me.”

Your watery eyes turn to your reflection and you take in your fucked out expression. Eyes moving from yours to Vergil, you watch him in the mirror. His eyes meet yours and he smirks.

“Didn’t that feel good?” He coos. “Now, rub that sweet, swollen clit. Let’s make you feel even better.”

Feeling wrung out, you sluggishly do as he says. Your fingers rub your clit in soft circles and your pussy flutters around his cock.

“Perfect,” he whispers, burying his face against your shoulder, teeth biting into the muscle. “So lovely.”

You whimper and whine, pussy swollen and sensitive and yet you still want to cum for Vergil, let him feel you squeeze down on his cock. He continues biting into your shoulders, breath hot on your neck when he finally raises his head to stare at you in the mirror.

“I’m close,” he murmurs. “Are you ready for my seed? Ready for me to spill inside you.. right here?” One hand slides up to press his palm flat to your lower abdomen. “Cum inside you so deep, you’ll be dripping for days.”

“Please, please,” you beg, tears clumping your lashes together. “I want you to cum inside me. Please, Vergil, please.”

“How can I deny such a sweet request?” He hums.

His hand joins yours, fingertips strumming across your clit and sending electricity zinging through your brain. He kisses a sensitive spot on your neck that leaves you shuddering, and he latches onto the skin, teeth and tongue working to leave a mark. Cock brushing against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt paired with his fingers playing with your pudgy clit sends you spiraling into another orgasm. 

“Utterly perfect,” he growls, letting your walls milk his cock as you slump into the mirror, climax wiping out your muscles. 

Reaching under your thighs, Vergil hooks your legs over his forearms and lifts you up. Too tired to care, he spreads you open, showing you both where he’s splitting you open. Grunting, he fucks you, cock barely pulling out before filling you once more. It doesn’t take long for him to drop you down onto his dick as he thrusts up, stilling with a low groan. Hot spurts of cum coat your pussy walls, making you gasp and clench down on his cock. 

“Such a good girl,” he moans in your ear and your hole clamps down on him even harder.

Grunting, he pumps his cock slowly in and out, spurting the rest of his thick, sticky load into your cunt. There’s so much, you can see some of it bubble out from around his cock. When Vergil finally pulls out, his dick is coated in your slick and his spend; a quick glance at your hole shows it completely stuffed with his cum.

Feeling self conscious, you squirm in his hold. “Y-you can put me down now.”

He chuckles and it sends butterflies through your chest.

“I rather like this view,” he noses against your ear before kissing the shell.

His half hard cock rubs against your ass and you whimper.

“Maybe we should call it a night, hmm?”

You nod, watching as Vergil continues to nuzzle against your ear. He turns his attention back to you, eyes locking on yours in the mirror. 

“So much for that shower,” you mumble, surprising him enough he barks out a laugh.

“Apologies,” he kisses your cheek. “Should we have another?”

Shaking your head, you turn your head to kiss his temple. “No sense. I have a feeling we’d only end up this way again.”

“I fear you are right,” he kisses you before slowly lowering your legs down to the floor. Clicking your tongue, you wince at the thick glob of cum oozing from your pussy. 

“Bend over,” he suddenly orders and you have no reason to resist. 

He spreads your cunt and slides his tongue into your messy hole.

“Vergil,” you squeal. 

“Hush,” he pats your ass and you bite your lip. “I’m cleaning up my mess.”

Overly sensitive, you moan quietly, feeling every swipe of his probing tongue as he licks his cum out of your pussy. Once he can’t taste any more dripping out of you, Vergil pulls away, dropping one last kiss to your lower back before standing up. 

Once more, he smoothes down the shirt he picked out for you to wear to bed, eyes warm in and otherwise stoic expression. 

“Now shall we head to bed?”

You laugh, legs shaky enough that Vergil wraps a hand around your waist to let you lean against him.

“Are we going to bed? Or are we going to bed?” You raise your eyebrows at him, amusement coloring your voice.

“Both,” he deadpans, and you snort before covering your mouth. 

“How is that funny?” He murmurs, grabbing your waist and manhandling you down onto the bed.

His hands brush your thighs and your hips, seeking out any ticklish spots. Laughing, you sink your hands into his hair and guide him up to your mouth for a kiss. He sighs against your lips, and you whimper to taste yourself on his tongue.

Pulling away, he glances down at your bare thighs. “Shall I procure undergarments?”

“No, thank you.” You run your hands down his neck to his shoulders. “I don’t think I’ll need any.”

His shoulders twitch under your hands as he breathes out a soft laugh.

“Are you suggesting that I cannot keep my hands to myself?”

“I’m suggesting,” you whisper against his mouth, “that I don’t mind if you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

He licks into your mouth, groans muffled against your tongue. Hot, open mouthed kisses simmer down to sweet, soft presses of his lips until he finally pulls back.

“As delightful as another round would be, we should attempt to sleep,” he sighs, forehead pressing against your temple.

“Mmm hmm,” you agree readily, your body starting to feel how tired you truly are. “No complaints from me.”

He hums, the sound tickling your face and making you giggle. Tossing the covers back, he helps you get comfortable before tugging the sheets back over your bodies. Sighing happily, you snuggle into Vergil’s chest, letting his scent and body heat lull you to sleep.

[ajellybee]

The concept for frante (frat dante) and and Nerdgil (nerd Vergil)

Mmfg

They still have their necklaces.

Vergils gold chain dangling over you in front of your face givin it to you good bc you aced all your midterms by following his rigorous tutoring…

(I’m supposed to be working on my ACCT midterm rn LOOLLL)

[sassatoru]

why do people have kids if they’re just gonna ruin our lives?

[sassatoru]

I can't help but imagine reader getting out of the prison cube all buffed up and cursed spirit Satoru just drooling all over.

he so would. bro is down bad for reader, genuine obsessive love, not healthy but hes a curse so yah.

he would be all over her, poor girl cant breathe without his clingy ass right up her ass.

like who doesn’t love a big buff woman (wink wink, upcoming fic)

he loves being under her too, like ughhhhhh. loves when she’s in control of him, and telling him what to do because when they’re alone he gets to be on top most of the time.

[sassatoru]

my life is falling apart at 18 gng, prepare for fics

[tiramisooooh]

happy birthday to the best boy, yuji!🐯🌸

[voxslut3434]

cw: handjob to penetration, tied up gojo, reader tries to dom but that dih is just too good, cumming!!!

bully!gojo letting you take control

after getting an A+ in a really difficult exam, gojo decided to treat you to something special. what better then letting you have control over him?

you're on your bed with gojo in front of you, his hands tied above his head to your headboard. he sits there with a smirk on his face, bare except for his shirt and boxers. he sighs and leans back, legs spread, completely comfortable.

"c'mon honey, i won't wait all day."

you swallow as you get on the bed and reach your fingers around his boxers, slowly pulling them down to reveal his half hard cock straining itself. you look up at him with a small smile, warm feeling in your belly that this is for you. he chuckles and flushes slightly, raising an eyebrow.

"what? i'm not allowed to be turned on anymore?"

"shh, satoru. quiet." you say softly, spitting on your hand and slowly wrapping it around his cock. you begin to pump his dick slowly, carefully controlled. watching his reactions, you see him try to hide the pleasure he feels, but you know him. you know him well enough to tell when he gasps softly or when his thighs tense a little. he keep up the slow pace, watching as gojo grows to his true size.

"alright, you can speed up now. i'm ready." he teases, hiding his slight frustration. you smile again and keep your pace, but reach a hand down to fondle his balls. he curses under his breath and bucks his hips.

"i said faster." he spits, but you don't listen, instead taking your hand away. he scoffs and pulls on his bindings, cock twitching in the air.

"what was that for?"

"i'm not gonna help you if you're not nice to me."

"bullshit. you love it when i tell you what to do."

you stand and get off the bed, slipping of your skirt and panties.

"not today, satoru."

you can hardly tell if he hears you, eyes to focused on your now revealed body. you straddle him, knees on either side of his body with your hot pussy just above his cock. he looks up at you, eyes filled with contempt and face flushed.

"go on. fuck me. my pussy is right here satoru." you tease, staying positioned in the air. gojo looks back down at where you two nearly connect before pushing his hips up. he aims to slam hard, knock you over but his tip just barely glides in. he huffs and looks up at you, pout on his face.

"i can't reach."

you can't contain your giggle, looking down at where his cock weeps beneath you and how he pathetically huffs.

"oh no, it's not big enough?"

gojo's eyes widen before he quickly thrusts up again, slamming his cock halfway into your pussy. you gasp and fall forward, hands landing on his shoulders while he smirks up at you.

"not big enough, huh? one dose of my cock and you're already whining like a dog." he thrusts up again, hitting even deeper. you whine, face hidden in his neck. "i thought you were gonna dominate me baby? s'too much for you, i should've known."

he readjusts his hips and begins a ruthless pace despite his tied up hands. you pant softly against him as his cock punishes your pussy, hitting every deep spot and angle, until you can only whine against him.

he leans down to whisper in your ear, and you can hear the smile on his face.

"just a bit too hard for you, yeah? need me to fuck you, don't you. it's okay baby, i get it. too much cock to think straight. don't worry, just be my little toy."

you whine and whimper as you grow closer, pussy holding gojo in.

"s-s-satoruuuu."

"cum baby, cum and i won't punish you. go on, you have my permission."

gojo lets out a string of curses as you cum hard around him, cunt clenching so tight. you pant as you lean on his chest, hands clutching shirt with his cum coating your hole.

gojo leans down to kiss your forehead, chuckling softly.

"you're so adorable sweetheart, thinking you could command me. you were made to be used. nothing wrong with that. now untie me so i can fuck you properly."

[sweethearticism]

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒. ( ♡ 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚉𝚈 )

𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄 promised himself that he wouldn't touch you, his newly arranged wife. but he swears that you're trying to give him a heart attack with how bad you want him, someone twice your age.

꒰ age gap (40s/20s) :: arranged marriage :: suggestive ꒱

𝓞𝙻𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳!𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄ᅠ🌷͏͏♡ ͏͏ᅠ𝓐𝚁𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴!𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

Satoru should have known you'd be a problem from the moment you said I do.

You were nothing he expected, everything he wanted, and something he couldn't have.

He knew he was in trouble from the day you flashed him those pearly white and crooked your head at him so cutely. Fresh out of your wedding ceremony and sprawled across your now shared bed. Waiting for a man with more creases settling into his skin than years to your name.

He sat still on the bed's edge. Quiet.

"You okay?" You asked. Sweet, sweeter than his scars deserved.

"Y'know," he drawled, cocking his head to mimic you. "You're awfully calm for a girl who just got married to someone old enough to be her dad."

He should have known the clan would pull something like this. Unfortunately, he could not outrun his elders. Forty four and without an heir was a stain on their name.

And now, you're here. Sweet, pretty, young you.

Smiling at him as if he hung the stars in the sky.

"Well," you intentionally mimicked his drawl. Huh, so you had spunk?

The mattress dipped beside him. Your soft knees brushed on his thigh's side. Your hands looked softer. Delicate. Probably fragile in his scarred ones.

"I guess that's right. You're twice my age— buuuuut."

Warmth bubbled in his side as you nudged him. A smile on your strawberry balmed lips.

"You seem nice enough." A dramatic? Sigh. "Real handsome too. Wouldn't say you're pushing fifty at all."

He blinked.

You stretched, still smiling. "Experienced, attractive, rich— what more could a girl ask for?"

His brows shot up. In all of his years as the Strongest, Satoru could only count on one hand the number of times in which his breath hitched.

You'd be responsible for it becoming two hands. Three, even.

What, with the way you batted your eyes at him at the dinner table. How you hung off of him during meetings.

It was odd. Not what he was expecting in the slightest. You should feel disgusted. Or unnerved.

He was your father's age.

Hell, his hands were wrinkling.

So why. The hell. Were you more into this than he bargained for?

"Don't you want a guy your age?" He scoffed at you one day during dinner.

You arched your brow. Huffed as you fixed one of your golden hoop earrings.

"Now why wouldn't I want my lobster buttery?"

Yeah. That's when he realised you were crazy.

Or maybe that should have been only a few days after your wedding, when he walked in to the sinful sight of you lounged on the bed. Silk kissing your soft skin. Teasing.

In a baby blue. Lingerie.

"What the hell are you wearing?" His hand covered his eyes. Over the blindfold. Not that it mattered. His six eyes knew what it wanted to see.

"A surprise for my husband." You smiled.

It felt like a taunt. He slept on the couch that day.

You were a little too excited about the thought of giving yourself away to a man who had finished school by the time you were born. A little too eager to press against his aging skin.

"We're married." You'd claim.

"Am I so wrong for wanting you?"

Of course not. But he sure as hell wasn't going to let your first time be with someone like him.

Not to mention the day that you—

"Remember how I said you're suppeerrr rich?" You cooed.

Satoru stared down at you. Mapping the morning sun that caressed half of your face in the dining hall.

His arms folded, the white fabric of his haori tucking against his chest. "Yes?"

He couldn't help but drawl, amused. Because his pretty arranged wife was full of surprises.

"Well, I was wondering."

Satoru really should keep his infinity up around crazy girls like you.

Your delicate fingers surged sparks into his veins. Your softness pressed into every inch of him.

As your hand treaded his bicep, so his sanity threaded. Thinned.

Doll eyes. Oh fuck. Why were you giving him doll eyes? Stop that.

"Could you maybe. . . spare your wife a little gift?" You asked.

Sweet.

Sinful.

The devil sure was pretty.

He cleared his throat, but he was still thirsty. Starving, even. White lashes hung low over blues as he watched every inch of you.

"What do you want?" He asked.

You leaned closer than he should have allowed you to. Pouted.

"There's this new pair of shoes on the market. Real pretty. Pink. I think it'd look soooo good on me."

"Yeah? That why you married me? For my money?"

"Well I could always work for it."

Your hands traced to his chest. That's where he should have stopped you.

He didn't.

You were nothing he expected.

Everything he wanted.

And something he couldn't have.

"Sweetheart," the words dripped dark. His brow quirked. Your fingers were getting a bit too comfortable with his haori ties.

His eyes hung heavy. Voice heavier.

"You know I've got scars older than you, right?"

It was meant to scare you off. But Satoru should have known better.

Again. He should really put his infinity up around crazy girls like you.

Instead of flinching. Or wincing. Or even curling your lip— you smiled.

Fucking. Dazed.

Were those hearts in your eyes?

Your fingers fiddled with his belt. Your giggle slipped into a sigh. Too dreamy. Too sweet.

"Yeah?" You hummed.

He laid a hand over yours. Gentle, because that's what pretty things deserved. But firm, because they never listened either.

Pulling you away, Satoru shook his head with a deep sigh.

"Anyone ever tell you you're crazy?"

Your pout returned. "So is that a yes to the shoes and a no to the sex?"

"Yes."

"Well, can you call me sweetheart again, then?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. As you hung on his arm with those big, bambi eyes of yours. Oh, he sure had his hands full with you.

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda.

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[sassatoru]

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[sassatoru]

forgot abt this. if anyone has any requests do send them in if u want, no taylor swift songs pls, i genuinely can’t listen to that stuff

[ml080504]

i miss my goth husband

[madamechrissy]

Ricochet masterlist / College Student! Gojo headcannons

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six

summary - You're a young college professor teaching English Lit and history, you don't live an insanely exciting life - no, you enjoy spending time at home with a good book and a glass of red. You're prefectly content until a certain student sets his pretty blue eyes on you - senior Satoru Gojo. Obsessed with you, Satoru starts following you everywhere, observing and waiting. He just wants you to realize that he's the only one for you, and he'll do anything to make sure you throw your 'ethics' right out of the window.

pairings- Yan college student! gojo x professor f!reader

warnings - MDNI - he's yandere asf, manipulative Toru, small age gap (reader is 30, gojo is 22) sexual tension, stalking, Satoru being a freak, obsession, taboo relationships, fingering, explicit content, finger sucking, mentions of masturbation, stalking reversing the professor trope 😌

ongoing - 54k - ao3 link - headcanons below <3

College Student! Gojo who can't help but touch himself in the back of your class, watching his pretty professor - you - write on the board in black marker. You're so concentrated, looking back and smiling so pretty and sweet, like you always do- before going to the front of your desk and sitting right on it. He has to hastily stop rubbing himself over his jeans, but he keeps leaking pre as he slips his eyes up your bare legs, that skirt shoved up as you cross them at the ankles. All he can think of is sinking to his knees and worshipping you.

College Student! Gojo knows almost everything about you - how can he not want to know more? Not just because you're pretty - you absolutely are, the other guys always talked about it. Which infuriated Satoru further, since you're his, even if you don't know yet. No, it's something about you, since his blue eyes settled right on you, day one of class. He can't pinpoint it, but every college girl his age just pales in comparison, to the point he outright avoids them at any party, turns them down in lieu of jerking it to pictures of you. Not even sexy ones, just selfies he finds, like a morning ritual he makes sure to cum just for you. He knows you're not much older than he is, you seemingly love wine, and you adore cats, you seem like a bit of a loner, a hopeless romantic. He supposes it's why you teach English Lit.

College Student! Gojo can't help but stay after class constantly, always offering to help you during the once a week he got to see you (that you know of, that is) and you just always try to tell him to go home. 'Gojo, don't you have parties to get to?' you'll tease, while he helps you clean the desks, and he'll look at you that way, the way he really shouldn't. 'Nah, I'm having fun right here, professor' - he'll just slip those pretty blue eyes down your body for a flicker of a moment, before smirking a bit, towering over you. It's almost impossible for you to try to remember - he's your student - like some fucking mantra, and snap yourself the fuck out of it.

College Student! Gojo makes sure to brush against you just so, noticing the way your cheeks flush, and you'll clear your throat - it's one of your little ticks he's noticed, along with fiddling with your pens and picking at your pretty lips. You'll put a hand on his shoulder and smile up at him, eyes just a little lidded, so close he can feel the heat between your thighs. 'Thank you Gojo, you're the best,' you'll say, he'll just shrug and grin. 'anything for my favorite professor' and then he'll just walk off, leaving you just a little dizzy - not that you'd ever admit it. Watching the six foot four senior student slip into his fancy sports car and wink at you, is truly something overwhelming in itself. You'll however slip into your very safe volvo, trying to shake the thoughts, shoving them back by snuggling with your cat and sipping wine, watching pride and prejudice again.

College Student! Gojo sees you on campus on days it's not just your class, and he'll always smile and say hi to you. You notice the interactions get more frequent, but you actually enjoy them. 'Can you help me with some questions I have?' he asks you today, and you narrow your eyes, knowing his grades and the scores he gets are top notch. 'Satoru you have top test scores, you're better than me at them,' he pouts all cute until you relent. 'come on then, thirty minutes, pretty please!?' he pouts, and you sigh, nodding your head. Satoru eagerly follows you to your now empty class, shutting the door, and your heart just hammers. What you don't know, is Satoru made sure to unhook your starter in your car (he totally didn't! It just isn't working!) so you'll need him anyway to bring you home.

College Student! Gojo sits at your desk, while you stand next to him, leaned over just a bit - a hint of your breasts peeking from your blouse, but you soon realize he knows everything, sighing and looking at him in confusion. 'You don't need me for this, you know,' you tease a bit, but he looks up at you, eyes dark and stormy, making your heart race when he whispers - 'I do need you' - before brushing his long fingers across the back of your hand, you don't move them, letting him slowly slip them up, your chest rises and falls with your breath. You cannot risk your career- it's not even the age, he's not that far from you, but your career. You pull back, clearing your throat then. 'I need to head home, I'm sorry.'

College Student! Gojo watches as you try unsuccessfully to start your car - surprise, it was him! - knocking on your window and smiling as you open the door. 'Need help, professor?' he asks softly, right when it starts sprinkling. 'Fuck, I think it's my starter?' he muses how smart you are internally, smiling a bit as the rain starts pattering from the dark grey clouds. 'Let me take you home for now, we can come look at your car tomorrow, it's gonna storm all night.' You tense again, the last thing you need is to be stuck in his sports car with the damn off limits pretty boy when you're ovulating and he's making your brain fucked by his proximity. But also, you can't stay here when it's about to downpour. 'C'mon, professor,' he holds out a hand, and you rush over to his car.

College Student! Gojo has the heat on for you in moments, windshield wipers quickly flicking side to side, the sound mixing with the low hum of his car - eclipsed by your racing heart. He looks over, swiping some droplets across his silvery hair, to see your white blouse got just wet enough that he can see the black lace of your bra. Seeing his gaze, you gasp, turning away then, only for him to chuckle softly, putting his hand on the gear shift now. 'I have a shirt back there, if you wanna throw it on -' He damn near grins when he sees you panic. 'No!?' he just laughs, and you cross your arms, shivering a bit even as the heat starts. 'it's embarrassing enough you just saw...' he hums a bit, his hand slipping to your thigh as he drives. 'Saw what, your pretty tits?'

College Student! Gojo has your mouth open in shock - he could find so many better uses for it, truly, fuck your lips are in that perfect O, he knows you could take his cock. Judging by your socials, your last boyfriends looked like losers, and you're just so high strung, he wonders when is the last time you cum, or if you have like he'd get you. 'Did I mishear you, Gojo?' he doesn't move his hand, burning your skin over your stockings, your heart hammers in your ear. 'No, you didn't sweetheart, I'll say it again - your tits are pretty, from what I can see,' his voice is soft, husky, and entirely too much. He's driving now, focused on the road, when you realize it 'h-how do you know where to take me?'

College Student! Gojo pauses just one second before smiling over at you. 'You mentioned your neighborhood in class, but I don't know directly where your home is,' you wrack your brain for it, but sigh. 'Oh, of course...' he looks down at you when you're at a red light, the soft red casting a glow on his face, leaning close - too close, hand higher, until he feels your heat, thumb brushing over the lacy band along your thigh, moaning softly as he pictures it, seeing them fully. 'Y-you shouldn't do that...' you manage, and he hums softly, lips a breath away while the light goes green. 'Why can't I? Feels like she wants it, hmm?' You swallow nervously, when he drives once more, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks - the car is suddenly too small, the scent of him suffocating. 'I'm older than you...' he laughs then. 'you're barely older than me, and you look my age' you hate that it makes you feel good, that you want his hand higher, self loathing mixing with heady desire, all trapped in this fucking car with him.

College Student! Gojo notices it, your blush on your pretty cheeks, how you shift, god he can sense how wet you are, a little slick on that inner thigh driving him to distraction, he feels you press them together, his thumb slipping up even higher. 'Why don't you take my hand off?' You do just that, realizing you've been letting him. Your hand is trembling then. 'You're not acting appropriately at all, don't forget I'm your teacher' his dark little chuckle makes your tummy flip, cunt drooling from just a touch. It has been forever- and your sex life has been sad to be honest - but you can't let that happen, who would that make you? Sure, if you ran into him at a fucking bar and he wasn't your top english lit student. Satoru looks over again, touching you with that gaze, murmuring. 'I haven't forgotten at all. Where exactly is your place?'

College Student! Gojo watches as you show him where to go, playing oblivious. Satoru has been here before, peering at his pretty teacher through the window. You really should keep those curtains closed, when you're his, he'll have to make sure of it. He knows he could do everything for you. He's got an entire corporation he's inheriting soon, and he can't imagine a better person to be by his side. You won't have to work and drive a shitty old Volvo, he'd take such good care of you. You're looking at the rain now, gathering your things, he sees your hands are shaking. 'Wait till the rain eases up, hmm?' He says your first name then for the first time, soft and seductive, and suddenly he's too close.

College Student! Gojo cups your face, elegant fingers brushing your overheated cheek, your breasts are rising and falling under that see through blouse. You bite your lip while the rain pours on the windshield, thunder rolling in the distance. He has the wipers off, so you're encompassed in the darkness, hidden by the rain, too close to him. 'Question, professor,' he drawls out those words, all you can do is swallow nervously, nodding. 'If you met me somewhere else, and I wasn't your student, would you kiss me?' You gasp, pulling back, for his hand to entangle in your damp strands of hair. 'Focus only on me, sweetheart.' He shouldn't fucking talk like that... you're looking away only for him to grip your chin, turning you to him. 'Why would you even want me, you're...'

College Student! Gojo glares when you trail off. 'I'd fuck every insecurity from your pretty body,' a hand slips down, you're panicking, it's too much, you can taste his breath as his words sink in like a caress. 'You're the sexiest woman I've seen, every part I haven't seen I'm sure is...' you want to pull away, when he slips your pencil skirt up, when he looks at you like that. 'You like hearing it don't you?' You take a breath, struggling to find willpower when your body is aching, and your mind is muddled. 'Satoru we can't, even if I want to. I can't risk doing that, ethics-' he's slipping his fingers over your soaked panties now, making you gasp, dripping down his finger. He gives you a white grin that's as sexy as it is fucking feral and terrifying, rubbing you over them. 'Fuck, does ethics makes you that wet? You're soaked, pretty professor...'

College Student! Gojo fingers the squelching wetness of your cunt now, and you don't stop him, no you spread your thighs. Little pants of breath escape your lips, the windows fogging with the heat from the vents and your bodies. You inhale it in your lungs, whining and clinging to his expensive dress shirt. 'Just let me make you cum, just once, I think you need it, don't you?' He slips two long fingers in, moaning as he feels how tight you grip him, his fingers stretching you. 'You work so hard sweetheart - god you're that tight? Fuck...' he's curling them like you've never felt, hitting that spongy spot in your slick walls with precision. You're arching your hips when his free hand yanks down your top, pressing hot kisses to your breasts, lapping your nipple over the lace. 'This is... insane and... we can't so... f-fuck, ngh!' You're rolling your hips, greedily tugging at his hair as he bites your nipple, grinning, looking up under his lashes at you.

College Student! Gojo can hardly stop himself from cumming in his pants, feeling your soaked cunt, tasting your skin, the rain just enhances it, how yummy you are, how he can feel the way you'll squeeze his cock soon. 'Hear how loud you are, teach... your cunt is slutty, needy' you glare at him, fingers itching to smack, but instead they grip his forearm, when he moves his fingers up and down, feeling the muscles tense and release. 'Too much... pressure... mnh!' He grins again, the lighting flashing and making him look this mix of beautiful and fucking scary, when he gently runs his teeth across your collarbone. 'Never cum before- not really, huh? Don't worry, I can teach you how to, sweetheart...' you're sniffling, tears in your eyes, while he rocks them. You finally lean forward, lips pressing his, then Satoru loses it.

College Student! Gojo presses on you, a knee on your passenger seat as the storm rages. His mouth devours yours, hungry and desperate, tongue warring with yours for dominance. It's like nothing you've felt, you try to chalk it up as insanity - work has clearly fucked you too much - but you know deep down it's not that. He's taking over every sense you have with his kisses. Satoru pulls off, biting back a whimper he'll share later- when he fucks your throat, your cunt, every hole you have. He's exhaling, watching the woman he's dreamed of fall apart for him. 'That's it, cum just f'me,' he whispers, pressing his thumb on your twitchy little clit, the combination too much, pushing you over the edge. You shatter for him, orgasm hitting your core and spreading, until you're a soppy mess, cunt gushing all over his hand, screaming out without meaning to, until he drinks your cries, kissing you again. It's messy, just like he's made your cunt, little hole quivering in aftershocks around his fingers. He pulls back and watches you then, smirking.

College Student! Gojo whispers against you - 'Fucking perfect, look at you... did I make you feel so good baby?' You're too fucked out to te him not to call you it, just nodding. 'Good girl, telling me how you feel.' You can hardly get yourself together, when he's sucking his fingers into his mouth, you inhale at the sight, making you clench around nothing. 'Satoru... what...' he spreading your arousal on his lips, eyes lit up so blue its hard to handle, looking at you now. 'I'll take you to school tomorrow, and fix the car, okay?' You shake your head, realizing what happened, trying to button your shirt with violently shaking hands. 'We can't again, ever... we... it...' he helps you button it, smiling softly. The rain is sprinkling now, revealing the sky, the fact that you let him make you cum in broad daylight. 'I'll see you in the morning.' Is all he says, watching you run in the house, stroking his thick cock then and there in your driveway, aching for release.

You can't do it again, you won't do it again, you have to stay away from him. You're arranging a ride to avoid him, but as soon as you step out, Satoru is right there, leaned next to his car with his shades. You hesitate, but he's acting perfectly normal, as if nothing happened. You ease a bit, smiling nervously, wondering if it's just a moment, but he's simply waiting, letting the days pass by. Touching you with little brushes 'accidentally' walking by you too close, dropping something right by your desk so he'll be bending down almost in front of your legs. Smiling at you the way he does across the campus. Satoru has a long game he's playing, and he's waiting for his pretty professor to beg for him.

Imma do a full one sometime or just do a part two this style?? what do yall think!

Kofi link if you wanna buy me a glass of wine - it motivates the smut!🍷

[sassatoru]

thor and supergirl would lowk be a cool duo

[fireflyschiikawa]

JJK MEN: finding a fake hickey on you

cw: they’re all kinda insane, slight choking in sukuna’s

includes: gojo, toji, geto & sukuna (mdni !!)

ཐིཋྀ satoru gojo

you bite your bottom lip stifling a giggle before stepping into satoru’s car. he picked you up so regularly that it had now become routine.

even if he had to go in the completely opposite direction for your office, he never did mind going an extra mile for you, in anything.

the air smells fresh and so much like him. satoru looks up from his phone when he hears the door click open. before you’ve even properly gotten into the seat he’s pulling you in for a kiss, his soft pink lips grinning wide.

“hi baby” he whispers near your ear, “how was work?” he questions, before his gaze drops to the reddish spot on your neck.

a hickey? he hadn’t seen you last night, and..it looked recent.

“hi satoru” you blink your lashes sweetly at him and then launch into a rant about work.

you make sure to smile and laugh, as if nothing was wrong. touching his arm and rubbing his hand with your thumb affectionately, as you usually did.

despite your multiple attempts to distract him, satoru’s eyes have not left the spot on your neck, a storm brewing in his gaze.

his jaw ticks, almost dangerously before he points a finger at your neck.

“how’d you get that?”

a master of facade, you look dumbfounded, leaning forward to tilt the rearview mirror towards you.

you pretend to inspect the reddish spot that you totally didn’t put there with a little makeup magic.

“oh um-“ you act flustered, “i might’ve burnt myself doing my hair in the morning”

satoru leans forward too, his large hand coming to rest on the spot right over your pulse. you hiss not from pain but rather the pressure of his thumb, wiping at it.

“huh” he breathes out.

huh???

you smile awkwardly giving a small shrug of your shoulder. your expression immediately drops, as satoru puts the car into gear and takes off.

your back hits the seat from the impact and you scramble to pull your seatbelt on.

“wait— slow down!” you gasp, eyes flitting between your boyfriend and the increasing speed of the car.

satoru’s knuckles turn white on the steering wheel, his veins standing out from the sheer pressure it takes to turn sharply, at the intersection.

you whimper in your seat, your legs squeezed together and palms a little sweaty. you’d never seen him act like this, except the times when he’d get slightly jealous or possessive.

but this..this was different, a sort of uncontrolled rage.

“listen sa-“ you cringe at the way your own voice breaks, “toru, it was just a prank, see! it’s just makeup” you present the makeup you’d used, out of your pocket as proof.

“let’s talk when we get home alright, sweetheart?” satoru tilts his head towards you, his eyes a darker tinge of blue and his words hinting at something more.

oh shit.

you were in trouble.

ཐིཋྀ toji fushiguro

deciding on unwinding before he gets back you stand in the mirror, removing your face mask and starting your night-time skincare routine.

you draw on a fake hickey with your liptint.

a satisfied hum leaves your lips as you start pulling on your sheet mask, eagerly waiting for your boyfriends arrival.

it’s not long before, toji’s muscular figure fills up the entire doorway as he leans against it, bags under his eyes.

his exhaustion was evident so you make a mental note to light a lavender candle later to lull you both to sleep. but first, let’s mess with him a little bit.

“you’re home” you cheer, “i would hug you but my hands are filled with the toner i just used” you gesture at him in the mirror.

his eyes meet yours through it as he stands behind you, letting out a deep sigh “don’t worry about it” he nods.

toji was always understanding towards your routines, he found them interesting and would even join you on occasion.

but currently he had a blank expression on his face, his gaze flitting from your face to the reddened spot on your neck.

you sing a soft tune, swaying your hips slightly and passing a quick smile to him, “how was your day?”

toji grunts, rubbing the back of his neck. he clearly didn’t want to talk about it, indicating that something else was on his mind.

that, being the mysterious hickey on your neck.

“did you go out?” he asks

“nope!” you answer earnestly, looking at the mirror, you lick your bottom lip detecting a feral look on your boyfriend.

he seemed..hungry for something.

a sharp exhale leaves your lips as you’re swiftly turned around by toji’s hands on your hips, his fingers digging in slightly.

“wha—“ the question barely leaves your mouth before his lips are on your neck. toji licks at the false hickey and then bites down, as if to prove a point.

you instinctively tilt your head to the side, a motion engraved into you like muscle memory to give him easier access.

toji barks out a laugh, his hand coming down to swat your ass “tastes just like your lipstick, babe”

you groan pushing at his shoulder, he does not budge, “it was a prank ‘ji”

“yeah, yeah” he drones, “let’s give you a real one, for future reference?” he concludes and then dives back in.

you could never win with him.

ཐིཋྀ suguru geto

suguru had been grading papers for most of the day, and you’d been waiting oh so impatiently for him to finish.

it was almost dark now, the light filtering in through the curtain getting dimmer and your patience dwindling with it.

so naturally you decided to prank suguru with a fake hickey.

jittery you pad across the room, tilting suguru’s chair and slipping into his lap, your arms behind his neck.

“hey” you nuzzle into his chest, then move away to catch his lips in a quick peck, “when will you be done?”

suguru’s eyes drop down to your lips, a small smile tugging on his own, “i’m sorry it’s taking so long” he says with a slight frown.

the rivulets on his forehead deepen when he notices the little red bruise on your neck, certainly not placed there by him.

you’d been out on some errands and suguru’s mind wanders, thinking of how you could’ve hurt yourself.

he simply refused to believe that, that was a hickey.

suguru carefully places down his pen, adjusting his papers neatly, you swallow feeling the shift in his energy.

he was serious now, and a bit stiff under your weight.

he leans closer to your neck, inspective. suguru's grip tightens on your waist as he starts to kiss you all over your neck.

it's embarassing how quickly you sigh into his embrace, soft sounds of contentment leaving your lips.

"who did this"

"nobody"

he kisses your neck tenderly, "does he kiss you like this?" he moves back to observe you shaking your head no.

"and like this?" he sucks on the sensitive spot right below you ear eliciting a moan from you. "how about here?" he moves on to the point your shoulder meets your neck.

his glossy long hair brushes against your skin making you squirm. you giggle, highly flustered and cheeks much more flushed than you’d like, "okay it tickles!" you push his face away just to see a cocky grin on it.

"it was just makeup sugu" you pout.

he shakes his head, highly amused "i'll get back to you when i finish this" he pats your thigh and goes back to work.

ཐིཋྀ ryomen sukuna

you'd been summoned for a meal shared with the king of curses, your wedded lord.

and you were late.

applying a rosey tinge using a wildberry on your neck for said deception, had taken up much more time than you'd anticipated.

sukuna’s already in a foul mood when you arrive.

you sit across from him at the kototsu.

although he is far, his eyes are sharp as ever and so the mysterious hue on your neck doesn’t miss his notice.

you flatten out your clothes, feeling a bit nervous due to the sudden drop in temperature. you try to initiate conversation.

only to be cut off.

“what’s that?”

“sorry?”

“i said. what’s that?” he repeats his tone dangerous.

you fight to keep a neutral expression, “i don’t understand, my lord”

you flinch as the bowl sukuna was drinking from crunches in his grasp, shards of glass crashing down and undoubtedly pressing into his skin.

bleeding crimson.

blood drips down onto the floor as he clenches his fist tighter, his face unfazed, awaiting ofcourse, for your answer.

you’d had your fill, and now instead of being amused, you were mad.

“it’s just a simple jest my lord! why must you react so theatrically?”

“if my wife is hurt, or has been taken advantage of you expect me to sit still?” his eyes narrow.

you huff, throwing up your hands, “so, is hurting yourself the solution?”

sukuna stalks up, his steps towards you are heavy and unmeasured displaying how undone he is by you.

his lower hand reaches out to grab your throat, not harsh but with a certain pressure, his large tattooed finger taps your pulse.

he looks down at you, all four of his eyes roaming over your face, “this is mine.” all you see is red, “all of it, you’re mine” he bites out.

you push his hand away, glaring at him for treating you so, “you are so pathetic when you’re jealous” you spit out, brows furrowed ready to take on all of him if that’s what it took.

sukuna grinds his teeth, the motion ragged on his carved jaw, and then his lower hands pick you up throwing you over his shoulder.

he starts walking towards your private chambers whispering a curt “i’ll show you pathetic.”

firefly; ew who would have a choking kink?

papa more movie

[mimuju-deactivated20260521]

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ satoru walks in on you and suguru !? (smut)

it's not easy dating the strongest.

you learn that early on. the way satoru gojo exists in the world—larger than life, a force of nature disguised as a man—means that you're always sharing him. with the jujutsu world, with his students, with the endless parade of missions and meetings and responsibilities that come with being the honored one. 

you knew what you were signing up for when you fell for him. but knowing and living are two very different things.

so when suguru geto—his best friend, his other half, the one person who can match him wit for wit and stare for stare—starts looking at you a little longer than necessary, you tell yourself it's nothing. when his hand brushes yours passing the salt shaker at dinner, you ignore the shiver that runs down your spine. 

when he finds you alone in the kitchen during one of satoru's rare nights home, leaning against the counter with that lazy, knowing smile, you pretend not to notice the way your heart races.

"he's late again," suguru says, voice smooth as honey. "surprised?"

"he's busy."

"he's always busy." suguru pushes off the counter and steps closer. close enough that you can smell his warm and woodsy cologne. "you deserve better than 'busy,' don't you think?"

you should step back. you should say something, anything, to shut this down. but your feet are rooted to the floor, and your mouth is dry, and when his hand comes up to cup your jaw, you lean into it like a flower turning toward the sun.

"tell me to stop," he murmurs, thumb tracing your lower lip.

you don't.

and that's how you end up here: bent over the kitchen counter, suguru's chest pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear as he fucks you slow and deep. your fingers grip the edge of the marble, knuckles white, biting your lip to keep from crying out.

"shh," he purrs, one hand splayed across your stomach, the other gripping your hip. "gotta be quiet, pretty girl. wouldn't want satoru to hear, would we?"

the words send a thrill through you, shame and pleasure tangled so tight you can't tell where one ends and the other begins. you shake your head, a broken motion.

"good girl."

he picks up the pace, just slightly, and you bury your face in your arm, muffling the moan that threatens to escape. the rhythm of his hips is relentless, driving into you with a precision that speaks to experience, to knowing exactly what he's doing. his teeth graze your shoulder.

"f-fuck—suguru—"

"that's it. say my name. tell me who's making you feel this good."

you do. over and over, a desperate litany, until the world narrows to the heat of his body and the slide of him inside you and the terrible, thrilling knowledge of what you're doing.

but neither of you hear the front door open.

neither of you hear the footsteps, light and cautious, approaching the kitchen.

neither of you notice until a voice cuts through the haze, casual and bright, with an edge sharp enough to draw blood.

"since when do you like fucking from the back?"

you freeze. every muscle in your body locks up. suguru stills behind you, but he doesn't pull out. instead, he lets out a slow, controlled breath, almost like he's been expecting this.

"satoru," he says, and there's no guilt in his voice. no shame. just a lazy amusement that makes your blood run cold.

you turn your head, heart hammering, and there he is. satoru gojo, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, head tilted. his sunglasses are pushed up into his hair, revealing those impossibly blue eyes. he's smiling. that's the worst part. he's smiling, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

"oh, please. don't stop on my account," he says, waving a hand dismissively. "i was just coming to grab a snack, but i can see you're already... occupied."

"satoru—" your voice cracks. tears prick at your eyes. "i-i'm sorry—i didn't mean—"

"didn't mean to?" he repeats, raising an eyebrow. "didn't mean to what, exactly? fall onto suguru's dick? because from where i'm standing, it looks pretty intentional."

suguru chuckles, low and dark, and you feel the sound vibrate through his chest, still pressed against your back. "language, satoru. you're scaring her."

"oh, i'm scaring her? that's rich, coming from the guy currently balls-deep in my girlfriend."

you flinch at the word. girlfriend. the reality of what you've done crashes over you like a wave, cold and suffocating. you try to pull away, but suguru's hand on your hip tightens, holding you in place.

"let me go," you whisper, voice shaking.

"not yet," suguru murmurs, lips brushing your ear. "we're not done."

you look at satoru, expecting rage. expecting hurt. expecting him to storm out, to curse you out, to break things. but instead, he's watching you both with an expression you can't quite read. his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. his breathing has changed—shallow, quick.

"toru—"

"no, no, keep going." he takes a step closer, then another, until he's standing right beside you. he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with surprising gentleness. "i want to watch."

your breath catches. "what?"

"you heard me." his gaze flicks to suguru over your shoulder, and something passes between them—a silent conversation, years of friendship distilled into a single look. "you've been wanting this for a while, haven't you, suguru?"

suguru's smile widens. "can you blame me?"

"no." satoru's hand trails down your cheek, your neck, coming to rest on your collarbone. "she is pretty when she's being fucked, isn't she?"

you're trembling, caught between them, unsure if this is real or some kind of cruel dream. "i don't understand—"

"you don't have to understand," satoru says, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead, soft and tender. "just let us take care of you."

suguru begins to move again, slow at first, testing. satoru's eyes never leave yours, watching every flicker of expression, every bitten-back moan. his hand slides down, wrapping around your throat, not squeezing, just resting there. a reminder of his presence.

"look at you," satoru breathes, wonder in his voice. "taking us both so well. such a dirty girl, aren't you?"

"i'm sorry," you gasp, tears spilling over. "i'm so sorry—"

"stop apologizing." his thumb brushes away a tear. "i'm not mad. i could never be mad at you." he glances at suguru, a smirk tugging at his lips. "him, maybe. but not you."

suguru huffs a laugh, increasing his pace. "flattering."

"shut up and fuck her properly."

and suguru does. he drives into you with renewed vigor, each stroke hitting deeper, harder, while satoru holds your gaze, his hand warm and steady on your throat. the dual sensation—suguru's relentless rhythm, satoru's possessive touch—sends you spiraling, your orgasm building fast and fierce.

"that's it," satoru murmurs, watching your face contort. "let go. we've got you."

you shatter with a cry, your body convulsing around suguru, who follows moments later with a guttural groan, spilling deep inside you. he stays there, breath ragged, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

for a long moment, no one moves. then suguru pulls out, and you slump forward, barely catching yourself on the counter. satoru catches you, pulling you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.

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