scarletgremlin

22 • she/her • certified freak • MDNI

[scarletgremlin]

• Scarlet/Gremlin/Grem, 22, she/her, 🦁, infp

• haikyuu, jjk, demon slayer, bnha

‼️MINORS DNI, THIS IS AN 18+ ACOUNT‼️

⚠️IF YOU HAVE NO AGE IN BIO OR ARE UNDER 18 YOU WILL BE BLOCKED⚠️

(not sure if I’ll post anything myself but I mostly reblog nsfw/18+ content)

Any of MY posts it will be tagged under:

#gremlin gabs

[seellove]

husband!Sukuna x reader

Insecurity strikes after becoming a new mom when your normally horny as fuck husband hasn't tried to lay a finger on you since having a baby.

WC: 1.6k. TW: pregnancy and babies, suggestive at the end

“Okay, she’s down,” your husband sighs, shutting your bedroom door behind him. He briefly glances your way as he tugs his faded t-shirt off and tosses it on the floor. 

All these years later and the sight of the black ink winding across his toned body still takes your breath away. He’s always been hot with his shredded physique and tattoos that seem to accentuate every dip and valley of those muscles.

But nothing could have prepared you for how you’d feel seeing him be a dad. 

His unwavering confidence and arrogant demeanor was what he was known for, and a part of you loved that about him. He’d never back down from a challenge, always willing to put in the work to learn and succeed at anything. 

Even parenting.

The first time he went to hold his newborn daughter was one of the few times you’d ever seen him hesitate.  However, since that moment, he took every chance he could to secure her in his arms, determined to rid himself of whatever trepidation plagued him that day. Holding her in different ways and angles, loosely, tightly, trying anything and everything to learn what this little brat preferred.

He’d be damned if he ended up like one of those men who expected their woman to do everything just because he was “uncomfortable” or “not maternal.”

“I’m not some weak-minded man,” he’d spat at one point when you’d said you could take over if he felt unfit to do a task. “I’ll figure it out and get over it. No weaponized incompetence here.”  

Attraction to him that you thought has plateaued only swelled during the last four months.

But, lately you’d wondered if his attraction for you had tapered off. Historically, he’d never been able to keep his hands off of you…even while pregnant he’d happily obliged when your sex drive was insatiable.

It didn’t help that you felt like a stranger in your own body. You couldn’t miss the stretch marks that stared back at you every time you got changed and the extra weight that hadn’t seemed to budge still kept you in clothes that were larger than the pre-baby days. 

The doctors had cleared you to be intimate months ago and you were fully expecting him to jump you that night. All you’d heard about was women complaining that their husbands were badgering them for sex, but yet, yours never initiated. Your husband seemed perfectly content to abstain. In fact, you have never once detected a hint of resentment from him.

Hell if anything your boobs were bigger than ever considering you were breastfeeding. He’d still snuggle and hold you, but his hands never wandered and his kisses never pushed the limits.

Even if you weren’t feeling up to it, it would still be nice to feel wanted. Desired.

Sukuna sets up the baby monitor on his nightstand before flopping down next to you.

“Did she go down okay?” you ask.

“Kinda. We’ll see, she seemed a little restless but after a few laps around the house she fell asleep in my arms,” his deep voice answers, turning to look at the monitor as if to reassure himself of his answer. 

Sleeping peacefully, just like he expected.

Sukuna picks up his book from the nightstand, scooting closer to you and propping himself up against the headboard. The heat of his muscular arm against yours made your skin prickle, but other than that, you go back to reading your own book.

You try to keep your mind from spiraling back to that dark place of insecurity, but after reading the same page three times, you realize it's hopeless. Closing your book, you lay it back on your nightstand.

Laying in silence, you feel your mood start to deteriorate.

“Are you still attracted to me?” you blurt out after a few moments.

You’re met with silence at first and you begin to panic, regretting speaking such a thing out loud!

But then the fabric of his pillow rustles as he turns his head. You’re met with a pair of narrowed, crimson eyes and a furrowed brow that you can’t interpret as annoyance or confusion.

“What?” he mutters. 

You just stare back at him, trembling at the intensity in his stare. He can be an intimidating and scary man, normally not to you, but you’ve seen others cower in his presence.

“Answer me, what did you say?” he presses, closing his book and tossing it aside.

“I said, are you still attracted to me?” your voice wavers just a little.

“Of course I am, you’re my wife-”

“That makes it sound like an obligation,” you interrupt him.

Sukuna scoffs, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on one arm. The tattoos on his torso are tight against his pecs, looking hotter than ever as the sheets pool around his waist.

“What is this nonsense you’re spouting at me?” He sounds irritated now. “Out with it, stop these cryptic messages because even though I’m an elite sorcerer, I can’t read your mind woman and you know this.”

Swallowing hard, you start fidgeting with the blanket, pulling it even tighter over you like it’ll somehow protect you from your husband's directness.

“You haven’t tried to have sex with me once since the baby was born. It’s weird and very unlike you. Including the difficult end of my pregnancy, it’s been over five months now. When have you ever gone five months without anything sexual since knowing you?” 

He just stares at you, jaw clenching as his mouth forms a tight line.

“I mean, I get it, I look so different now compared to before, and I realize I haven’t exactly been keeping up with my appearance. I understand if it’s not what you prefer for a woman, you’re such an attractive man and you deserve better and-”

He’s on top of you so fast that you feel his weight on you before you even see him move. Fucking sorcerer speed of his.

“You think I’m not attracted to you? Think I haven’t been wanting to fuck your brains out this whole time?” he growls, barely moving his lips as he speaks through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry! You look mad now,” you squeak in surprise before he cuts you off again.

“Yeah, not at you though. Fuck, never you,” his voice softens, brushing the back of his hand against your cheek with utmost tenderness.

“At myself,” he mutters, lowering his gaze for a brief moment before looking at you again.

Your throat feels dry as you swallow hard. You didn’t expect this to be his reaction.

“You’re mad at…yourself?” 

Sukuna lets out a heavy sigh, pink locks falling onto his forehead as he hangs his head.

“Yeah. I am. Mad that I didn’t realize you were feeling this way. Disappointed in myself for letting it get to this point,” his voice cracks as he looks at you with a shimmer in his eyes.

“I’ve never found anyone more attractive in my life than you are to me right now. Watching you fight so hard to carry and give birth to our daughter made me want you more than I thought possible. But now? Seeing you care for her, feed her with your own body, and the way you support and encourage me? It only amplifies every damn day. 

“Fuck, I feel guilty with how turned on I get seeing you be a mom every fucking day,” he drags his fingers through his hair, revealing his flushed skin, likely embarrassed at such a heartfelt confession coming out of his mouth.

You feel tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes so you throw your arms around him and bury your face in his neck to try and delay the inevitable waterworks that are threatening to start.

“Then why don’t you ever do anything,” you force out.

His arms wrap around your back, rolling you both over so now you are sprawled out across his chest, causing you to squeal in surprise.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you or put pressure on you. I know the birth wasn’t easy and you had to heal. And the strain you’re under literally using your body to feed her. I’m scared, I don’t want to hurt you. Thought you’d come to me when you were ready,” he holds you tighter as he rambles on, moving one hand to catch the tears that are now cascading down your cheek.

“Your body has never been more perfect to me. How could I ever find disgust in the evidence of you bringing our child into the world? It’s fucking hot baby is what it is, you successfully carrying my child. Knowing your body is what’s nourishing her and helping her grow? I didn’t do any of that, I’m in fucking awe of you every damn day,” he peppers your face with kisses between each word.

Your chest feels like it's swelled to twice its size as the weight of his words settle in.

“I-I had no idea, and now I feel so stupid,” you look up at him through blurry vision.

Sukuna just smirks, a deep blush dusting his cheeks.

“Join the fucking club baby, I feel like a massive idiot right now too,” his voice deepens as he squeezes your ass. 

“I mean I’ll fucking ruin you right now if you want,” he groans into your neck as he presses himself against you, making you gasp at the feeling of him hard against your groin.

The moment is quickly interrupted though as a wail breaks out over the monitor. 

You both tense up, but then start to laugh, shaking your heads with a smile.

“Your daughter seems to feel otherwise,” you giggle, planting a soft kiss on his lips before rolling off to his side.

“Little cockblocking brat,” Sukuna snickers, sitting up to reveal the damn tent in his boxers.

“I’ll go, you seem…predisposed,” you gesture at his lower half, not missing how he rolls his eyes.

“It’s not going anywhere anytime soon, it’ll be here when you get back,” he drags his hands across his face before falling back into his pillow again.

You lean down to give him a deep kiss before finally pulling away.

“I love you,” you cup his cheek as you stare down at him.

“I love you too, don’t ever question it,” he answers, never taking his eyes off of you as he watches you go.

I have no desire for kids currently but for some reason him being a dad makes me question everything. Thank you for reading!!

[frieto]

overgrown kitty cat !

“sukunaa get off of me—it’s way too hot out here for you to be doing this.”

he had his four arms wrapped around your waist with all his weight laid on top of you, flopped over like a dead fish. and he had the nerve to look up at you and pout.

“too comfortable.” is all he grunts out before faceplanting himself onto your chest, nuzzling into you and you swore for a second you could hear him purr.

“ryoo…it’s boiling you’re gonna kill me.” you shor back, trying your best to claw at his head so he’d finally get off of you. but he stayed right on top of you like dead weight—like moving away would ruin everything, his face still nuzzling your chest while his arms grip around you only tightened.

“for a king you sure as hell can be a brat.”

all you got was a deep hum in response—soft kisses trailing down your skin while he gripped you like a vice.

and you just had to face it. your husband was just an overgrown house-cat.

“i adore you too, my petal.”

“if you did, you get off of me you beast!” you hit him a couple times on his back, pouting while fumes practically came out your ears.

and before you could continue yelling, his lips were planted on yours, softly kissing you—his tongue sliding into your mouth, moving away, barely giving you a second to breathe before his lips crashed onto yours again.

“sweet.”

“you’re a bully.”

my overgrown meow meow.

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[tiramistupid]

doggystyle with his hands alllll over you. rubbing from your shoulders to the blades, running down your sides to your hips, then back up your belly to cup your chest

[sadisticslut666]

Dante and Toji, let’s go to Paris

computah make these guys super horny

[neotoru]

‧₊ ˚⊹ riding nerdjo's thigh while he studies 18+

note this is lowk very similar to the riding higuruma fic that i wrote… sorry about that i just enjoy this concept lolol also this is very short and rushed </3

it’s easy to get carried away when you’re on satoru’s lap. his head is buried in a textbook as usual, slender fingers scrawling formulae across scrap pieces of paper and sticky notes. he’s working on some sort of problem sheet; something to do with quantum mechanics, you can’t quite recall. 

you, on the other hand, had plopped yourself on his lap a while ago, now. your chest presses against his hoodie, head resting against his shoulder, and you can just about feel the steady, rhythmic thump of his heartbeat through the thick cotton. you could never understand why he felt the need to do all of his work in his outside clothes rather than choosing to be comfortable. something about ‘needing to be in the right headspace to focus.’ 

sure, it was easy for him to stay focused with all of his exceptional intelligence. he hums when he encounters a particularly tricky question, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, though it still doesn’t seem to require all that much deliberation before he’s solving it effortlessly. 

he had told you earlier in the day that you could come over to his dorm to study. but he should have know better, known that studying was never in your personal plans. when he realised you were never intending to do any work, he agreed to letting you sit on his lap (although, thinking about it, you did have to beg him to let you do so). the poor thing thought you were just going to watch him study, maybe even doze off on his shoulder for a little while. what he doesn’t know is that you’re slowly getting wetter by the minute. 

his knee bounces rapidly—up, down, up, down, consistently—and the rough denim of his jeans brush up against your pussy. you’re bare underneath your tiny pyjama shorts, having opted for comfort over practicality in the secure presence of your boyfriend. then his leg shoots up, quicker than before, startling you a little. he’s firm against you and you’re already so worked up from just watching his brilliant mind unfold in front of you; so much so that you unintentionally let out a soft moan as his jeans connect with your heat once more. 

he freezes. 

“baby…?” he whispers. “i’m sorry, did i wake you?” 

far from it. his voice, low in your ear, only turns you on more.

“all good,” you shake your head. “carry on with your work.” 

so he does. unbeknownst to him, your shorts are getting completely soaked through with your arousal. it starts to pool where you’re sitting, and you’re not quite sure how he hasn’t noticed the wet patch growing on him. 

“fuck…” he mutters under his breath, one hand raking through his platinum hair. “i swear that was supposed to be spin up, not down…” 

you can smell his faint aftershave from the morning mingling with his own musky scent from a long day of lectures. bringing them up from where they were slung around his waist, you snake your arms around his neck, pulling yourself immeasurably close to him. you shift your hips so that his jeans press into your throbbing clit and you start to gently grind against him. 

the coil of heat in your stomach tightens even further, the friction bliss between your legs as satoru’s thigh continues to bob up and down. he’s so absorbed in his work that he barely registers your haphazard rubbing against him. it’s not until another breathy whimper escapes your lips that he’s finally paying attention to you rather than that damn problem sheet. 

“oh my god,” he squeaks out as he takes in your figure, a blush creeping up on his face. “needed me that bad?” he whispers. 

you look up at him through fluttering eyelashes. “yes,” you breathe out. “wanted you to pay attention to me, toru.” 

gojo really can’t focus on his problems, now. not with the way you’re sloppily grinding against him, moaning his name out so prettily. your fingers tighten around his nape and he groans at the feelings. 

“can’t you wait until after i’m done?” he murmurs into your ear. his breath fans against your skin, making you shiver. “then i can devote all of my energy into making you feel good.”

you whine, rolling your hips into his thigh harder, faster. “need you now. let me use you, toru.” and when you tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling at the roots, his body completely gives into your touch. 

a strangled sound escapes from the back of his throat. “o-okay,” he lets out a shaky breath. “keep going.” 

you know satoru. you know that he’s getting off on the fact that you’re using him for your own pleasure, probably even more than you’re enjoying yourself. 

his jeans are completely soaked through, now. your clit throbs and aches and the pressure is so good, especially when he flexes his thigh and uses his hands to guide your hips to rut against him. 

“that’s it, baby.” his voice is low and hushed and it feels so intimate, the way he’s letting you take what you want from him. “you’re so pretty.” 

“fuck, satoru—mmh—i’m already close,” you whimper into his neck. 

“keep going,” he hums, readjusting himself on his chair to both give you a better angle and to try and relieve some of the tension against his dick straining in his pants. he pushes his glasses up with the hand that’s not steadying you on his lap, eyes raking over your coming apart on him. 

“oh my gooood, shit— i-i-’m gonna— satoru, ngh, i’m gonna cum—!”

“go on, baby.” 

the fire burning in the pit of your stomach flares up, flames of pleasure spreading throughout your entire body until you’re shaking, gushing onto his thigh. he holds you firm on his leg as your body collapses into his chest. both of you are panting. 

“thanks, toru,” you smile up lazily at him. his face, down to his neck, is flushed crimson. 

his voice is slightly wobbly as he speaks. “you’re so hot,” he grins, warm hands stroking your bare legs. “can we do that again sometime?”

“anytime.”

masterlist

main taglist @kawpd @megssleepygirl @kuromiispunk

gojo taglist @storuhrts

[rosesforshoto]

i feel like shouto would be into mirror sex and i think it starts with a fleeting glance towards the standing mirror in your room. for the first time, he realizes just how much his body fully smothers yours in prone bone, and how your face twists so clearly in pleasure from this angle. he can’t seem to look away, just watching as his cock grinds into you over and over and over again. loving the way his body traps your squirming one into the mattress

then you look up for a second, then shyly away when you notice his gaze in the mirror. but shouto gently brings your chin back around, and urges you to look again, keeps his eyes pinned to yours as he calls you his sweet girl. and that his sweet girl should look at who’s making her feel this good. his cock nudging against your sweet spot as he tells you it’s your right to watch

[deltamel]

driving HITOSHI to insanity during a heatwave because you take to walking around your flat in your old cotton panties and a threadbare camisole—the one that hugs your tits and the dip of your waist just right. his fingers itch to splay over the soft fabric and pull you back into his chest like a puzzle piece finding home but you're friends.

just friends, he reminds himself.

yet, this man is genuinely losing his mind because you have no sense of shame when it's this hot. you're splayed out pathetically on the floor, moaning about the temperature and your top rides up to show your belly. you don't bother tugging it down. in fact, you stretch your arms over your head and it drifts up even higher, the smooth plane of your tummy on full display and hitoshi's teeth ache with need.

then, you're shoving your face halfway into the fridge just for some sweet relief and hitoshi's gaze is lingering on your back dimples. how they peek teasingly over the low hem of your panties. how his hands would fit perfectly around your waist and his thumbs would slot into the little dips there like you're made for him.

and when you bend over? oh hitoshi is gone. lost. he almost passes away right then and there, because he can see your bush peeking out from your panties and you don't seem to care and his dick isn't going to survive this heatwave if you keep torturing him like this !!!

[tentypos]

its too hot i cant sleep thank you for the meal

[sadisticslut666]

Toji loves fuckin’ you in a headlock

You and Toji had been “wrestling” on the living room floor for the last ten minutes, more roughhousing than actual fighting. He’d let you get a few decent shots in—mostly because he enjoyed the way you threw yourself at him like you actually stood a chance.

But Toji was done playing nice. With one smooth motion he hooked a thick arm around your neck from behind, pulling you back against his broad chest and locking you in a headlock. His bicep bulged against the side of your head, veins standing out under sun-tanned skin. “Gotcha’,” he growled roughly in your ear.

You squirmed hard, heart hammering, but the more you struggled the tighter his arm flexed around you. “Let go, you oversized bastard,” you hissed, still trying to pry at his forearm even as slick slipped dripped between your thighs. You turned your head just enough and sank your teeth into the thick meat of his bicep.

Toji grunted, the sound half-pain, half-laugh. “The fuck? You biting me now?” He flexed his arm deliberately, forcing your jaw to open a little wider around the hard muscle. “Keep that up and I’ll make you regret it, you little shit.”

You didn’t let go immediately. Instead you bit down harder, tasting salt and skin, feeling the way his muscle jumped under your teeth. Muffled against his arm, you argued back, “You’re the one cheating with that cheap headlock. Let. Me. Go.”

“Yeah?” His free hand slid down your side, gripping your hip hard as he yanked your ass back against the growing bulge in his sweats. “Make me,” he taunted against your ear. “C’mon. Bite harder if you’re so tough.” He yanked you tighter again, forearm pressing firmly against your throat.

You did. Teeth digging in deeper, tongue pressing against the vein that stood out under the pressure. Toji groaned as he shoved your pants and panties down in one rough tug with his other hand. He freed himself from his sweats, his heavy cock slapping against your ass before he lined up and pushed in.

You moaned around his bicep before he released your hip just long enough to smack your ass hard before he grabbed you again and slammed in deeper. “You bite me, I fuck you stupid. Fair trade.”

Your head was spinning, trapped in the headlock, face pressed into his bulging bicep while he railed you from behind. Drool slipped from the corner of your mouth, mixing with the sweat on his arm.

Toji leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear as he panted. “C’mon, keep fighting me. Makes your pussy squeeze so fucking tight when you’re mad.” He gave a particularly vicious thrust, grinding his cock against your pussy.

You answered by sinking your teeth in even deeper, a muffled “Fuck you,” vibrating against his muscles.

“Already doing that, princess.” He snapped back as his pace turned brutal, arm keeping you pinned exactly where he wanted you. Toji’s grunts and curses filled your ear, his sweat-slick chest pressed tight to your back, the headlock never loosening.

You came hard with his bicep between your teeth, muffling your scream as your pussy clenched around him. Toji followed right after with a guttural groan, burying himself deep and flooding you with hot cum.

He didn’t release the headlock as he held you there, panting against your neck, cock still twitching inside you. “Round two?” he murmured, flexing his arm again making you choke as it wrapped tighter around your throat. “Or you tapping out already, princess?”

This bastard, as if a little headlock was going to make you tap out. You twisted your head as much as the headlock allowed and sank your teeth back into his bicep, right over the fresh bite mark you’d already left. You bit down hard, making him grunt.

“Motherf—alright, that’s it,” Toji growled, but there was clear delight in his tone. He yanked you tighter against him, hips snapping forward as you moaned “That all you—ah—got? Gonna have to do better if you want me to—fuck—tap out Ji…”

a/n: toji can keep me in a headlock till I pass out on his dick

[frieto]

frat!gojo likes mean nerds. (reupload)

frat!gojo, who had a reputation that always clung to him like smoke—loud parties, chaos, and endless amounts of cheap alcohol with men and women practically throwing themselves at him, but none of his one night stands ever stuck around. no one ever really stayed.

frat!gojo, who was always perpetually bored of people, no one could ever really keep up with him, that was until you.

frat!gojo, who’s almost instantly enamoured by you, following you around like a lost puppy everywhere, just so you can give him even the slightest bit of attention.

frat!gojo, who almost whimpers when you roll your eyes at him, walking away as if he was never there, and he just knows he has to have you.

frat!gojo, who has your schedule memorised to the T (he found it while stalking your socials), waiting outside your classes every single day, with his tuft of white hair sticking out in the crowd, while following you around immediately while carrying your fat stack and books and your bag while you walk around campus.

frat!gojo, who’s always bored out of his mind when you aren’t in class with him—always pestering poor nanami because you aren’t around to slap some sense into him and tell him to focus.

frat!gojo, who’s almost afraid of how smart you are, his cock straining nearly painfully against his pants when you ramble on about the kreb’s cycle and whatnot, and all he can think about is what it’d be like to be quizzed from between your thighs instead.

frat!gojo, who’s had numerous filthy dreams about you, with you tying him down, walking all over him in your pretty boots, fisting his hair with your pretty hands—and he wakes up, his cock throbbing in his sweats, leaking beads of pre, he feels like an idiot while he wraps his hands around his dick.

frat!gojo, who muffles his moans into his pillows, cumming onto his pretty abs, all while gasping your name in between breaths. he know’s you’d kill him if you found out about the dirty little fantasies he’s had of you—but the very thought of you reprimanding him has him twitching, flushed against his abdomen all over again.

frat!gojo, who has a picture of you in his wallet, it’s a candid from when you were tutoring him, your lips in a focused pout while you were trying to explain your notes, and gods he just never got over how pretty you looked while being completely engrossed in the stupid text that sat in front of you.

frat!gojo, who knows he’s down bad but he just couldn’t care less. so, if you see satoru gojo being yelled at by a pretty nerd, do NOT come save him. he is exactly where he wants to be.

i missed this too. @yoonsucks @cursedkisss @yorikae @6x-x9

dividers: @/pixopix .

[satorules]

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 : 𝟙𝟠+ ⋆ 𝕞𝕕𝕟𝕚 ⋆ smut ⋆ bully!satosugu again ⋆ dubcon voyeurism ⋆ piv sex ⋆ degrading ⋆ humiliation ⋆ slight jealousy ⋆ voyeur!choso ⋆ creampie ⋆ cunnilingus if you squint ⋆

𝕨𝕔 ⋆ 2.5k

choso. sweet, kind, funny, shy choso. your lab partner with an obvious crush on you choso. standing frozen in the doorway to your dorm room, blocked by satoru as he watches suguru rock you back and forth on his cock from below.

you didn’t even hear the door open, you don’t know how long he’s been standing there watching your pussy gush around suguru’s cock, listening to your gasps of his name, only alerted to his presence when suguru pressed his mouth to your ear and told you, “look up, gorgeous.”

your eyes widen when they lock on his, the airy feeling in your head faltering, making you crash back to earth, mortified. you’re not surprised to see satoru behind him, a sinister smile on his face as he watches the horror spread across yours.

you can’t even try to regain a bit of modesty, suguru’s single hand holding both your wrists behind you, back arched, nipples peaked and shiny with suguru’s saliva. he doesn’t stop either, seeming to get rougher, forcing you to keep taking it despite the scene playing out.

“sugu—suguru w-wait—what is—why—oh fuck—“

your eyes roll, trying to flutter shut when suguru grinds you harder against him but you keep them open just enough to see satoru prevent choso from turning around and leaving, shoving him so hard into the room he stumbles before the door clicks shut and locks behind them.

he slings an arm around choso’s cowering form, shooting you an award winning smile while you try to throw him a pleading look through lidded eyes. you stifle your whines as suguru’s cock glides so sweetly along your walls, trying to tug your wrists free from his grip.

“why—why is—suguru, please, shit—“ you try to ask, but any attempt at speaking is stopped by suguru pressing his cock deep enough into your pussy to make your breath catch in your throat.

“what was that?” satoru shakes choso’s shoulders, throwing a malicious glance his way. “we can’t hear you, isn’t that right, choso?”

choso doesn’t respond, his gaze stuck on the floor. but it doesn’t hide the pink tint to his cheeks, the tremble of his shoulders as he inhales shakily, or the fidget of his hands conveniently in front of the tent on his pants.

“don’t—‘toru, don’t do this, please—ah!”

suguru’s unoccupied hand moved silently while you were trying to speak, starting to rub at the swollen pink nub between your spread thighs, shutting you up once more. your mouth hangs open, keening despite your best efforts, choso tensing. you try to catch his eye, to paint a sorrowful expression on your face in apology, but he won’t look at you.

“can’t speak, huh? suguru, do you know what she’s trying to say?”

you can feel his hum, the vibration steady against your back as he pretends to mull over satoru’s question. his chin finds its way to your shoulder, his hair tickling your bare skin as he finally stops rocking your hips, your cunt clenching furiously around his cock, overwhelmed with the fullness.

“well,” his finger has stopped swirling around your clit, now tapping a steady, wet rhythm on it and you twitch each time, not going unnoticed by the three men occupying the room. “i think she wants to know why we have an audience, ‘toru.”

mock realization covers satoru’s face, his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. he lightly punches choso in the arm, the man jerking violently at the touch.

“this, is choso kamo. you know him right, pretty?”

“yes, i know him,” your teeth grind together as you speak through them, still wiggling your wrists despite suguru’s firm hold. “why is he here? what are you—“

“you know he likes you right?” gojo interrupts, tongue trailing his bottom lip cockily as he pushes choso forward, closer to you, the later hanging his head in embarrassment. “a big fat crush, suguru. didn't even have to tell me. could see it from a mile away.”

“oh?” the soft sound brushes the side of your face, a fake sound of surprise, because you know they both knew. when satoru cornered him earlier this week, you should’ve known. when they kept asking you about him, you should’ve known they were up to no good. “i’m assuming she knew?”

“probably not, you know our girl isn’t that smart outside of class,” satoru hums, ignoring your indignant cry of not being theirs. he takes two long steps to be at choso’s side again, nudging the man with his shoulder. “but anyway. i decided to offer him some friendly advice. let him know what our girl likes. give him some pointers.”

you scoff, trying ease the tension in the room but your body is still on display for all to see. but your voice holds steady when you speak to satoru. “bringing him here—now—isn’t offering advice, you idiot—“

“but then i was thinking,” he talks loudly over you, closing the distance, gripping your chin between his fingers and craning your face up as he leans down, the tip of his nose brushing yours. “we can show him better than we can tell him, right, pretty?”

you feel the blood drain from your face as your eyes dart back and forth between satoru and choso behind him, still intently staring at the floor. suguru huffs out a breath of amusement behind you, his finger running absentmindedly up and down your slit, catching on your still full hole.

“always one for stupid ideas, satoru.”

“oh, please,” satoru stands up straight, bright eyes roaming over the disheveled state of you and suguru. “you told me to bring him here 20 minutes ago, so i did. don’t pin it all on me.”

your head whips around to throw suguru a sour look, but he just grins.

“you two are sick,” your voice shakes with embarrassment, ignoring the heat coursing through your body. “choso, you can leave. you don’t have to stay.”

“i-i don’t—“ his voice is just barely a whisper, but satoru cuts him off.

“but he doesn’t want to leave, does he?” satoru turns and walks the short distance back to choso, standing in front of him, forcing the man to finally bring his gaze up. “he can stay and we can show him exactly what you like. suguru?”

suguru releases your wrists as if on command, but before you can retaliate he’s gripped you underneath your knees, the press of his chest leaving your back as he lies down behind you and your eyes widen, grabbing at his arms.

“you gotta relax. consider it doing him a favor.” you crane your neck, seeing the smile that was clear in suguru’s voice as you take in the spread of hair across the pillow, his mischievous eyes looking over to where satoru is staring a shocked choso down in silence.

“hurry up and decide, i don’t care.” both satoru and choso look to suguru as he speaks, but you’re preoccupied with suguru pulling you to lay on his chest and bending his knees, pulling his cock almost completely from your entrance slowly, your cunt spasming as it tries to keep him in.

“suguru, hold on—“

“i suggest you take the opportunity, choso, because you’ll never get another one like this again.”

choso’s mouth drops open at the same time as yours, a whistle passing through satoru’s pursed lips when suguru buries himself to the hilt inside you, making you exhale sharply. he sets a quick pace instantly, any retort dying in your mouth.

the slight taste of iron paints your tongue as you bite your bottom lip in an effort to keep a pathetic expression off your face, fingernails digging crescents into suguru’s skin so roughly he hisses underneath you. you shut your eyes in concentration as suguru fucks you how he wants, but satoru decides to speak, forcing your gaze to him.

“see, this is my favorite position to have her in.” he speaks like he’s talking about the weather. you would think he’s kept his composure through it all if the bright blue irises of his eyes weren’t reduced to a thin line due to his pupils. “easy access for me from the front if suguru’s behind or vice versa, you know.”

tears brim your eyes, clouding your vision but it’s still clear that you now have choso’s undivided attention. his mouth closed but his breath is just as heavy as yours, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. satoru seems amused by the reaction, sparing him the occasional glance.

“sat-satoru—why are y-you so d-damn—fuckfuckfuck—“

your head falls back on suguru’s shoulder with a silent cry and satoru actually laughs out loud. the mocking sound mixed with the slap of your and suguru’s skin as well as the ragged groans coming from behind you makes your eyes roll, giving into the pleasure—

“she cries really pretty when we fuck her like this, gets real needy too,” satoru’s lewd stage whisper makes your head swim. choso swallows hard, not blinking as he takes in the view and satoru’s words. “but suguru can’t do it on his own so you won’t be able to see it. shame.”

suguru grunts and adjusts his grip on you, plunging his cock deeper. you struggle to catch your breath, still restraining yourself despite suguru’s effort, his annoyance bleeding through his thrusts.

“she’s holding—shit—holding b-back, genius.” he stutters as your cunt flutters around him, getting impossibly tighter as your stomach twists, aroused by the embarrassment. “you want her to put on a good show? come over here.”

satoru beams, blue eyes shining, taking the few steps to be back at your side, dragging choso with him. you shake your head, sick pleasure and guilt battling inside as you watch choso focus his attention on your cunt and the way satoru slides his fingers through the slick mess.

“'m not gonna put my mouth on you, pretty, not this time. hope that’s ok.”

you fight to fill your lungs as his finger swirls small circles on your puffy clit, eyes finally falling shut completely as you accept defeat. a soft cry of satoru’s name passes through your lips as you release suguru’s arm to grab at his wrist, keeping his hand between your legs.

“hear that? so sweet when she lets herself feel it,” satoru coos. shaky moans continue to fall from your mouth between hiccups and gasps of breath, your body now completely pliant and growing more sensitive between their touches.

“fuck, keep doing that,” suguru groans darkly directly into your ear, the sound sending a shock down your spine. “there you go, gorgeous. squeeze—ah—around me just like that.”

“suguru, p-please—too m-much—choso, ‘m sorry, ‘m s-so sorry—“

“don’t apologize to him, you probably just made his whole year,” satoru laughs, looking over his shoulder to see choso murmuring swears under his breath before he turns back to you. “she’s just dripping down here, suguru. do you hear her? think she’s gonna cum soon.”

a tear falls from the corner of your eye as suguru starts driving his cock into that spongy spot that makes you melt against him, toes curling as he chases your orgasm more desperately than his own. satoru brings his other hand to fondle at your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his fingertips.

“our friend here is really eager to see it, isn’t he gorgeous?”

your soft cries have turned obscene, intensifying as your orgasm creeps up on you. you almost forget where you are, who’s here until he’s moving closer, choso’s glassy eyes unblinking as they roam over your writhing form.

“can you blame him? she looks so good when she’s crying for us,” satoru bites his lip, restraint waning as you back bends away from suguru’s chest. “wish i could feel it, suguru. fuck, how does it feel, pretty?”

you don’t answer—can’t—babbling incoherently with the occasional gasps of their names as white creeps up the corners of your vision. you can’t deny the jolt of electricity as you barely catch choso’s eye, the previously unwanted attention pushing you faster to your release.

“c-close—fuck, ‘m gonna—“

“say his name, gorgeous,” suguru rasps from behind, satoru and choso sharing equal expressions of shock at his words. you hardly register them as your orgasm hits you. “give him something speacial to remember.”

you shatter around suguru’s cock, spilling so much that satoru gasps. your eyes fall shut and a wail of choso’s name escapes you unconsciously, choso’s strangled gasp of “holy shit,” drowned out by the sound. your head is fuzzy, emptied of all thoughts while you try your best to grind down on suguru’s cock.

“suguru, i’m gonna fucking kill you,” satoru’s voice is strained, finger still working your clit furiously. “that’s it, baby, ride it out. she’s fucking soaking you, suguru, oh my god. fill her up, i wanna see, c’mon.”

suguru’s hips jerk erratically, rhythm faltering as satoru’s words wash over him. his fingers press bruises into your skin, his cock throbbing inside you before warmth floods your cunt in separate waves, a dark groan accompanying suguru’s release.

“satoru you gotta stop saying shit like that,” suguru whispers breathlessly, still easing his cock in and out of you, pushing both of you past the point of sensitivity. he stills with his cock just barely inside, letting his release drip out of your cunt around his shaft to satoru’s obvious pleasure.

suguru catches his breath against your ear as satoru swipes a finger up his messy cock, gathering his cum and pushing it just past suguru’s cock and back inside you. whining, you fumble to push his hand away, the press of his searching fingers against your walls to much to bear.

“and she loves it when we cum inside her,” satoru explains, taking suguru’s softening cock in hand and slapping it back against your entrance. “it gets so messy and then i get to—hey, where’d he go?”

it takes all your strength to open your eyes to find the space choso had just occupied a minute ago vacant, the door cracked just slightly where he didn’t shut it completely in his escape.

“think he came in his pants when she said his name and ran while we were distracted,” suguru explains, slowly straightening your legs to ease the ache he knows will come.

“oh. oh, well. hopefully he got the hint!”

the guilt from the situation comes back full force as you regain your ability to think clearly and your stomach falls. “how the fuck am i gonna face him now, you two?” you groan, trying to twist your tired body away from the two of them.

satotu tuts and holds you still against suguru’s chest, opening your legs again, hungry eyes trained on your cunt as he climbs on your bed.

“not our problem, is it?” he asks. you glare at him, faltering when he flicks your sensitive clit. “now be still, gonna clean you guys up, ok?”

“satoru, no—my fucking god,” your thighs tremble around his head as he flattens his tongue on your entrance, dragging it upwards, eyes closed with satisfaction at the combined taste of you and suguru.

“at least close the door, satoru,” comes suguru’s tired murmur, arms wrapped around your stomach, holding you close while satoru finally has his way with you.

“no, i’m good right here,” he says into your folds, lips already shiny with your arousal. “let someone else come in and i’ll show them how to make you cum on my tongue, ok pretty?”

⋆ 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕠𝟛 ⋆

⋆ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ⋆

[aquasprings]

nanami’s high maintenance girlfriend and her emergencies

nanami had learned, over the course of loving you, that your definition of emergency and everyone else’s definition of emergency existed on entirely different planes of reality.

his phone buzzes against the conference table. then again. nanami glances down with a frown while someone drones on about curse logistics.

baby 💗 kento this is bad

baby 💗 like actually bad

baby 💗 emergency

nanami’s brows knit. across the table, gojo leans halfway over in blatant nosiness. “what’s with the face?”

nanami ignores him, already standing. “excuse me for a moment.”

gojo’s grin widens instantly. “oop. girlfriend call?”

nanami shuts the door behind him before answering. “hello.”

your voice comes through watery and upset. “kento.”

his posture straightens immediately. “what happened?”

“it’s awful.”

his chest tightens. “are you hurt?”

“worse.”

nanami pauses. “…worse?”

there’s a tiny, devastated inhale. “my nail broke.”

“…your what?”

“my nail, kento!” your voice cracks. “the pretty one. the one with the little bow.”

nanami closes his eyes, slowly exhales out his nose. “i see.”

“it fully broke,” you whisper, sounding genuinely shattered. “like all the way. the shape is ugly and i tried to fix it but it looks worse and i hate it. and—and i tried calling my nail place but they can’t fit me in for any times right now.”

nanami pinches the bridge of his nose. behind his closed eyelids, he can picture you perfectly. sitting somewhere in your apartment, lower lip trembling, staring at your hand. he can hear the tears in your voice.

ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. “give me a moment, honey,” he says, voice even despite the faint headache blooming behind his eyes. “my meeting is almost over.”

your sniffle crackles through the speaker. “okay…”

“i’ll call you back.”

“i love you.”

another quiet exhale “…yes, i know. i love you too, sweetheart.”

he hangs up and returns to the conference room. for approximately one minute, nanami tries. he sits back down. someone resumes talking. gojo keeps looking at him with this expression and waggling his eyebrows.

“…and if we reassign the patrol routes,” someone says, voice fading into background noise. nanami thinks of your watery little kento through the phone. your sniffles. the dramatic devastation in your voice.

he shuts his eyes briefly. for a sane, rational person, this would not constitute an emergency. for you… nanami exhales quietly, standing. “i’m sorry, but something’s come up. please email me the rest of the meeting.”

gojo wheezes loudly and nanami ignores him, already grabbing his coat. he knows, against all logic and reason, knew the second he sees your face all crumpled up and teary-eyed, he’dllsigh, kiss your forehead, take your hand gently in his, and spend the rest of the evening fixing your crisis.

because unfortunately for him, he loves you.

and because even more unfortunately, your emergencies have become his too.

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[revolvingsaturn]

𝜗𝜚 helping nerdjo “blow” off some steam.

more like this + this was inspired by this tiktok!

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“Please, please, pleasepleaseplease-“

“Awh, I don’t know if you deserve it, Satoru.” You pout, fingers just skating delicately across the neglected tip of his cock. “I mean, you’ve barely touched me lately…”

A finger skims down his chest, before clawing at his abdomen under his hoodie. He gasps and jolts, glasses slipping messily down his flushed face.

“I’ve been busy, I’m sorry, I had to study for exams-“ you pout from your positioning between his spread legs, stupid digimon boxers yanked down along with a pair of grey sweats.

“You’re just so smart, aren’t you baby?” You say. You mean it, actually- you might be intelligent, but Satoru is on another level; you don’t really want to be mean to him, just play with him a little. “My smart boy.”

He nods, unsure, white hair flopping down and obscuring your view into his dilated pupils. Endearingly, you smile. “Well, in that case…” you bring yourself up, hovering over his twitching body, and press your mouth to his.

It’s hungry; he moans into it, brings both big hands to clumsily grasp at your hair and pull you into him. Somewhere, a pair of glasses lands onto the floor amongst piles of books and graphic tees he keeps meaning to put away; Satoru arches up into your mouth, desperately seeking the feeling of your lips on his, and continues whimpering under his breath.

When you pull back, a thin, gossamer string of spittle connects your mouths, and you break it by kissing him again. Not his lips this time, though- his jaw, his throat, down onto his exposed abdomen, down down down until you’re hovering just above his cock and then-

“Yes, yes yes yes, ohmygod, yes-“ Satoru cries out, eyes screwing shut at the feeling of your soft lips enveloping his tip into your warm mouth. He’s grinning stupidly, a pink, boyish flush rising higher onto his cheekbones. “Oh, thank you, thank you, love you so much-!”

Satoru is melting under your mouth. He twitches against your tongue, beads of salty pre dribbling down your throat as you gently bob up and down. It’s then you hear a distinct shuffling beside your head, and realise he’s gripping the sheets; your lips upturn, and the vibration of you humming casually around his cock has him choking.

Satoru’s hips buck up wildly, and you gag. His gaping maw morphs into a crookedly stupid smile, and oh, he’s enjoying it; he likes the way your nails dig crescents into his skin, and likes the way your lips gloss with spit, but most of all? He just loves going all wobbly under you; his chest heaving and flushed, sweat beading around his sticky temples as the sounds you’re wrenching from him fill the room.

Your eyes go glassy, mascara dripping delicately and running in the occasional translucent stream down your face. “Look so pretty like this,” he mumbles mindlessly, careening a hand across his embarrassed face.

You smile dazedly around his dick, and run a hand up to pump the base as your mouth releases him. You take a second to breathe in deeply, and then allow a single drop of drool to pass from your jaw and dribble down his cock.

Driiiiipppp.

He gasps and twitches blindly as the bead runs down his length. Your hand is still pumping, coaxing more pre from him. When your mouth envelops his tip, he actually whines and grabs onto the side of your face as faint wakes of drool and pre slaver down your chin.

Poor, pathetic, perfect Satoru. All worked up from a blowjob; his hoodie is ridden up, deliciously carved abdomen on show, and one arm rests clenched beside his pretty face. The other is extended as he thumbs shakily at your cheek, over the imprint of his cock.

“Love you…” he mumbles brainlessly, completely enamoured and beaming dumbly.

You pull off of him, just for a second- your pupils meet pools of half lidded cerulean, and your lips graze his tip lovingly.

“I love you too, ‘toru.”

It’s all it takes- suddenly, he’s sputtering out glossy strings of cum, gulping for air with such desperation you’d think he’d was drowning. And maybe he is, maybe he’s drowning on you, your touch, the feeling of your plush lips taking care of him-

Spurts of achromatic white gloss your lips, dribble over your clenched fingers where they’re still working at his thickened base.

He cries out, eyes screwed shut, and then collapses in on himself like a demolished building. You hum, bring yourself up to kiss his lips softly, and realise with a gentle sigh that he’s already fallen asleep.

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a/n: I lurrrvvvvv pathetic nerdjo oh my GOD

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[madamechrissy]

love it when you hate me

You run into your mom's ex right before your older sister's wedding, the golden child of the family. You never could stand him when he was around the brief few years he dated her, and nothing's changed now. The fact is you never fit into your mom's bougie, country club life, you're a hot mess and the black sheep of the family, so.... what better way to solidify that position than to get shitfaced drunk and let her ex fuck you in a bar bathroom? There won't be any problems from that when you all head to that wedding... right?

pairings- mom's ex-boyfriend! sukuna x fem! reader

warnings - MDNI - Kuna is 35, reader is 25, messy dynamics, not stepcest but they joke about it, drinking, degradation, sadistic Sukuna, semi-public sex, oral (f receiving) creampie, finger sucking, they hate e/o, reader has SO MANY mommy issues, she's a hot mess and needs therapy tbh but dick works for now - Sukuna enjoys reader's damage </3

this is fully finished, I'm sharing here weekly (six parts) Every Monday night. be warned this is freaky lmao - tags open, comment if you'd like to be on the list <3

art in the divider is by my sweet, talented mootie @winterrbluess so go follow her rn!

chap one

Your older sister was getting married, your mom’s pride and joy – fuck, everyone in your family saw her as that. A lawyer, successful, kind, fuck she does charity in her free time. Everyone who meets her absolutely loves her, and how can you blame them when you love her just as much? Even if you resent being the clear ‘least favorite’ from your mom, you can’t ever blame her.

You however?

A hot mess to put it nicely – you have two degrees which is pretty cool but you aren’t using either, instead trying to make a career out of your music which is basically a fucking pipe dream. ‘All that wasted potential!’ your family says constantly, at any get together you have, for the fact you chose to live alone and drop out of college to pursue your dreams.

You get it, you’re broke and struggling in a family of rich people, ones who have country club memberships and never worried for a fucking thing. You’re not up to their standard, throwing back a tequila shot the night before your sister’s rehearsal dinner. Fuck you’ve barely had the money to stay in one of their dumb suites they reserved for everyone, so this shot thankfully was on the house.

You smile and thank the man next to you, who asks you to throw in on a game of pool. Forever ‘single’ that’s another reason for the family to worry, you’re twenty four now, shouldn’t you be at least engaged? Your sister is only one year older and getting married this weekend, already four years into a relationship.

Problem is, you don’t really like people, and you sure the fuck don’t like many men.

You fuck, you’re not without your needs or anything, you have a couple friends that take care of you, and you return that. But it’s casual, it’s easy. There’s not a connection with either of them and no feelings, you get dick and you sort of just move on from it with a friendly hug goodbye, moving on to whatever city you’re performing in that week.

You’ve made a little bit of a name for yourself, you even have a following, but shit like that wouldn’t make ‘mommy dearest’ proud, and you’re not sure you really care if you do or not. You never fit in growing up as it was, the outlier, the outsider really, never even getting along with her string of ‘step dads’ or whatever you’d call the men she brought around - except one, of course.

Her last one was the worst.

Sukuna.

Just the thoughts of that arrogant man make your blood pressure rise, remembering just how much you hated him when you’d had to stay at your mom’s for a few months. Arrogant, cocky and overall so rude, you weren’t sure how she even got with him with his gruff nature aside from that man’s body.

Swimming in the same pool at eighteen near him had been absolutely brutal to your psyche at the time, no one needed that many slutty tattoos all over their fucking body, surely! You sigh now, thinking of that while some man walks up near you, and a familiar scent hits your nostrils.

Musky, heady, something you can’t quite place, a rolex glinting off a tattooed hand, business jacket adorning some man’s body. It takes you a moment to register it, dumb from his cologne, whatever it was fucked up your senses, the poor guy who bought you the drink is babbling on while your cunt is dripping from a scent.

The fuck sort of pheremones are in this shit!?

You clear your throat, he’s too close to you, this tall man, with tattoos that you just can’t rip your eyes away from, adorning huge hands with raised blue and purple veins underneath taut skin. The music and lights of the bar all fade, like some dumb movie you’d watch, your thighs pressing together, trying to rip your gaze from him and focus.

“I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks,” you hear it then, there’s no mistaking that voice, the one that used to make you so fucking angry, the man who’d had your mother dumb in love. You glare up then, for him to look down at you, taking his glass and smirking, ruby eyes lidded as he studies you. “Ah, it’s the brat.”

“The brat? Excuse me?” You roll your eyes at him, while Sukuna studies just how fucking sexy you look right now.

You’re a little older now, you lost some of that baby face, becoming even more pretty, a sharper jut to your chin, narrowed eyes with your lips all glossy and pursed together in irritation. Your hair falls against bare shoulders, you’ve got a different style than you did then to it, silky against your bare skin in that slutty little excuse for an outfit you’re wearing.

He drifts his gaze down to breasts begging for his hands, nipples pressing against pathetic fucking material, some velvet and lace bodice that should be in a bedroom only. He resists the urge to throw his coat over you, before eyeing the boy behind you trying to make conversation.

He gives him such a look that the boy literally fucking runs away, much to Sukuna’s amusement, smirking when you look over your shoulder. “Huh, looks like he got annoyed by you finally.”

“You’re still such a dick, nothing’s changed, huh?” You scoff, rolling your eyes then, he sits down casually, eyeing your empty glass.

“Want a drink?” You pause then, his thigh is brushing against yours, he’s close - too close again. “You’re old enough now, yeah?”

“Twenty-five. And you? Fifty yet?”

“You’re still bitchy as ever,” he rolls his eyes at you, leaning back on the seat a bit, sipping his glass, you watch his adam’s apple bob, the dark lights glinting off his frosty pink locks. “Thirty five.”

“I forgot mom was a cougar,” he chuckles a bit, the sound throaty and doing too much. “You still talk to her?”

“Yeah, I do. She invited me to your sister’s wedding. Me and her were pretty cool with each other – you were the little brat.”

“Yeah well sorry I didn’t want you trying to tell me what to do,” he leans forward, a fist under his chin, elbow on the bar.

“Your mom still a bitch to you?”

You pause, blinking a bit. “She’s always disappointed, if that’s what you mean, she’ll always be her favorite.”

Sukuna pauses a bit, the reason he and your mother didn’t work out had a lot to do with how stuck up and pretentious she was, of course she was beautiful and fun for the time, but she also just didn’t give a fuck. Especially about you from what he can briefly remember sticking around when you were eighteen and trying to figure out college.

“You got invited, huh?” He blinks a bit, the past slipping some. “Mom want some dick again?”

He laughs then, a husky, throaty laugh, running a hand through his hair. “If she does, I sure won’t be giving it to her.”

“What are you dating? My condolences to her.” His eyes narrow at your mean little smile.

“Nope,” he taps your glass again. “Do you want a drink or not?”

“I dunno, former step-dad.”

He scowls now, you’re giggling until he leans far too close, lips a breath away from yours. “Never was your fucking ‘step dad’. Unless,” his fingers drift across your cheek now. “You wanted me to be, ya got that many mommy issues?”

“You fucking wish,” you slap his hand, scowling up at him, meeting his energy in that moment. “Get me one then.”

“What little bitch drink are you having?”

“Dirty shirley.”

He laughs at you again, you shove his big ass, feeling those biceps under your hand. “The bitchiest of drinks.”

“Oh fuck you,” he chuckles and orders you one anyway, judgy as fuck when the bartender pops in a pretty cherry. “Thanks I guess.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you brush your hair back off your shoulders, exposing far too much of your pretty shoulders, lips wrapping around the straw. “Drinking your sorrows?”

“What do you care?”

“We’re both here, might as well catch up with my former almost step daughter.” You shove at his big body, he snorts in laughter, irritating you to no end. “Thought this was your kink.”

“Psh, you’re so annoying I swear. I’m doing music and busy being the family disappointment.” You raise your glass in a toast, he can’t stop the grin on his face.

“Could disappoint them more.”

“You think so?” He leans back, putting the crystal glass back up to his lips.

“Of course you can. You could become a stripper, they'd love that.”

“Shit, I could, maybe dance at the bachelor party?”

“There you go, that’d really get ‘em going,” you laugh then, the sound too pleasing to his ears. “You’re failing at being the disappointment.”

“I am, truly,” something feels almost comfortable about Sukuna in that moment, you try to ignore how sexy he looks when he loosens his black tie, swallowing more of your pink drink down. “I never liked you.”

“I know,” the lights flit a bit, casting shadows on a face that looks a little too fucking good to your buzzed senses. “I didn’t like you much, just a little brat. You still are it seems.”

“You’re still a dick it seems,” Sukuna just winks at you. “And pretentious.”

“Any other words?”

“Obnoxius, rude, annoying-”

“Just say you wanna fuck me already,” you shove at him again. “You ready for the wedding then? Gonna be in some ugly bridesmaid dress?”

“Of course I will be, it’s the ugliest thing I’ve seen too.” You pick up your phone, showing him a picture of you in it.

“Disgusting.”

“I know!”

“You’ll look like a fucking yellow bird in that thing.”

“It’s so ugly, I have to wear it to the rehearsal dinner too. Are you going to that?” 

“I am, I’m not looking forward to seeing your mom again.”

“Aw,” you trail your fingers up his chest teasingly, a pout on your face. “Poor Sukuna, did she break your wittle heart?”

“You’re such a little brat,” he snatches your wrist then, big fingers entrapping it, leaning close to you. “You know your mom.”

“Not quite like you.”

“We’ve both been inside her tech– shit come back!?” You’re already hopping your drunk ass off the seat.

“I’ll deal with you tomorrow,” you mumble, so done with him then, yet he’s following you. “Are you bored?”

“Are you mad?” You scowl at him now, standing towards the entrance, your jacket slung over your arm. “Upset it isn’t you?”

“You’re trying to piss me off, doesn’t make any sense either, I won’t get you hooked back up with mommy.”

“You keep bringing her up,” he leans low, brushing your hair back, you tremble just a bit at the proximity. “You look good as fuck, y’know that?”

“Oh shut up,” you shove at him again. “What, do I look like mom?”

“Much hotter,” you scoff then, but the words have their fucked effect, his big hand on your waist with his lips against your ear when you phone rings. He pulls back and you take a step away, outside catching your breath. The fucker follows you out, lighting up a cigarette casually.

“Yeah, what’s up mom?” You ask, eyes flitting over to Sukuna’s form, leaning against the brick wall.

“What are you doing, I need you to help with plans! This is your sister’s wedding, you know!” Your jaw sets, hands clutching the phone tightly.

“Mom I’ve helped a ton, I just really needed a break.”

“And where are you – let me guess, drinking?”

“And?”

Her sigh of disappointment is louder than anything. “Get yourself together, your sister at your age was already engaged! She was in charity events and-”

“Yeah, I’m aware she’s perfect,” your voice is quiet, but Sukuna hears it, taking a drag on his cigarette, poking around on his own phone. “You don’t have to constantly remind me.”

“Maybe it will be motivational,” you almost laugh at her then. “Fine just don’t show up hungover to this rehearsal, the entire family will be there.”

“And they’ll all be drinking anyway, but sure I will be bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

“I’ll see you then.” She hangs up, you look up at the night sky for a moment, seeing the soft twinkling of the stars, before looking back.

“You smoke now?”

“Bad habit I picked up,” he murmurs, lips wrapping around it to take another drag, puff of smoke rising into the air, he flicks it quickly, hands back in his pockets. “Does mommy want you to leave?”

You laugh a bit without humor then, eyeing the time. “It is eleven, but I have my own suite, she just wants to have plenty of control.”

“Ya gonna give it to her?” You walk over then, shaking your head and brushing past him to the door.

“Wanna play darts?”

He grins, and soon the two of you are going head to head, and fuck Sukuna is competitive at it. They fly with expert precision, zooming past and landing bulls eyes over and over, your own join and meet his, red and black darts scattered all across the board. He’s got you another drink, you’re throwing back a shot with him and laughing, it’s far, far too easy to be around him.

Something you really never expected was that, Sukuna being easy to be around, he was intelligent and sarcastic as can be, but ultimately just fun. You’re laughing so much you almost forget the shitty mindset you were in before, a little too close to him when it’s your turn, soon people are watching you two, seeing the insane back to back competition.

“Hah, I owned your ass!” You flip him off as you pull back your last dart on the board, a big grin on your face that Sukuna finds far too attractive, it’s entirely impossible to register you as the same girl who used to piss him off all the time.

When he dated your mom you hated him, but you also seemed to not be able to stand your own mother. At first it seemed you were just a little brat or something, but he realized that there was clearly more to it in time. You never failed to stick your tongue out at him or 

“I guess you did win,” Sukuna leans too close, chest right against your face as he pulls out your winning dart, you inhale that cologne, tummy tightening with his every movement. “What do you want for winning?”

“I get something, huh?” He nods, his hand slipping across your bare shoulder, leaving goosebumps in its trail.

“What would you want me to do, huh brat?”

“You’re at my mercy?” You raise a brow, body thrumming with a heady mix of desire and how fucked up this would be, to do what you’re thinking of with him.

“Never mind, you look scary as fuck, whatever you’re thinking,” he goes to pull away when you tug at his tie, pulling him down to you. “What is it?”

“Make me cum.”

Sukuna doesn’t spend another minute before he’s kissing you right there, lips mean and messy, hands slipping up your hips to tug you against him, leaning you against the wall with his hard body pressed against you. You gasp out, letting his tongue slip in, the faint taste of cigarettes and whiskey lingering on his lips. Sukuna moans and his hands grip your ass right there.

“Not here, are you insane?” You pull back and see his grin plastered on his face now.

“Make you cum, been a while?” He cups your face in a way that’s anything but delicate or sweet.

“Maybe,” you admit, his thigh pressing against your heat, pressing up so that you’re right against him.

“Fingers or mouth?” You blink in surprise then, flushing and looking down, Sukuna chuckles. “Cock? All three?”

“You’re slutty.”

“You’re slutty,” you kiss him again, the alcohol making your head swirl, any decisions being made in your brain shoved away for just how wet you are. “Slutty and soaking wet.”

“Shh,” you grab his wrist, navigating your way through the sea of bodies until you’re both stumbling into a bathroom, he tugs down your top, moaning.

“Filled out-”

“I will hit you,” he snorts and picks you up like you’re fucking nothing, dragging you over to the counter and spreading your thighs. “Mnh!”

“Shh, keep it shut,” he murmurs, your hands grip on his pink locks when he shoves up your dress, slipping your panties aside and groaning out. “Fuck…”

You arch your hips for him, when he laps up juices that have already spilled down your inner thigh, they’re trembling on either side of his head, cunt already pulsing from his breaths. Some odd, fucked up part of you wonders if your mom had him like this, and you try to feel some guilt, but the moment he parts your folds and flicks his tongue up your slit, the thoughts vanish.

“Oh fuck!” He chuckles and covers your mouth, hovering over you, looking down at you fucked out eyes.

“Keep it down, brat, ya that pathetic? Gonna cum from a lick?” You’re just desperately whining against his palm, when he’s back down there, tongue flicking mean while your head presses against the mirror.

“Sukuna…” You’re gushing down his mouth, ecstasy shooting straight through everywhere his tongue dives and slips, fucking you with it then. Your walls grip his wet muscle, the man you couldn’t stand who was with the woman you can’t stand, worshipping you right in the club bathroom. “Ah!”

“Mmm,” he’s slurping up all of your juices then, gummy walls gripping his tongue so tightly he can’t stand it. You’re so sweet then, for the mean little brat you usually are, all pliant and needy. He can’t help but look up at your already fucked out face and grin against you. “Prettier than moms.”

“You’re so fucked up,” you’re wetter though, he notices when his fingers slip up inside your hole, curling up and down, stretching you so much. “Tighter?”

“You’re the fucked up one,” he flicks his tongue on your clit. “Mommy issues out the ass.”

“Shh, get back down,” you shove his face back against you, and he’s so hard it hurts, throbbing and leaking pre, dying to be back inside you. “Mnh! There, there…”

He pulls back right before you’re about to cum, earning your soft whine, he keeps his two fingers pumping up and down, gripping your hair and pulling you to him. “Open, brat.”

You don’t know why, but you easily obey his command, doing just that and opening for his spit, mixed with your flavor, you swallow it down and get even wetter, so wet his fingers slip out, earning your frustrated whine. “Lemme cum, please.”

“You will,” he yanks them out again, shoving them in your mouth so deep you almost choke, sucking yourself off them desperately. “Good little whore.”

“Fuck you,” he just chuckles, pulling you down, you hear the unzipping of his slacks as he turns you to face the mirror then. “Watch your face while I make you cum, huh?”

You would say something smart, but you’re aching, soft moans escaping your throat – nodding quickly as he slips his spit soaked fingers down and into your snug little hole again. He moans against your ear, your taste soaking his mouth now, stroking his cock with his other hand, dying to slip it inside you, but also noticing your face is just too pretty.

He’d thought so years ago, you first met him the summer before college, in some tiny little outfit that had him feeling fucked up, but he promised then he’d avoid that. Yet he couldn’t help himself, finding you on instagram later, jerking it to your pictures long after he split up from your mom, and your body was better than he could imagine, he almost whispers it to you.

No way he gets that vulnerable though, you clearly want to cum and have some serious issues with your mother, and he’s glad to enable if it means he can fuck your pretty cunt at least once. You’re gasping out the quicker they go, teeth clenched together with the stretch, trying desperately not to make much noise though your cunt is loud enough with every movement.

Your hazy mind wonders just how you got here then - With Ryomen Sukuna’s fingers scissoring in and out of your slick cunt - the man who dated your mom for years, the one you can’t fucking stand, arrogant smirk devious as he moves them up and down. The pressure is too much, your head falls back, for his tattooed hand to grab a tit and squish.

“Ah!” You can’t stop that noise from escaping, before biting your lip, trying to hold back the noise.

“Such a little slut, already squirting down my fingers,” you looked in the mirror, Sukuna’s thick digits coated in your slick slipping into your mouth again, while his cock started rubbing up and down your slit. “Hah - fuckin look at you, ya want this inside you brat? Should beg for it.”

You shook your head, even as you arch your ass out for his cock, letting his tip glide between your folds, making lewd and wet noises that echo in the club’s bathroom, teeth nipping his fingers. “No, sure won’t – can’t stand you.”

“Ah, really? Why ya so soaked then, huh?” he’s grinning with a sharp flash of white teeth, lifting your thigh up so a knee was on the counter, pressing in then, hearing your gasp. “Fuck, feel her gripping me. You really hate your mom this much?”

“Just fuck me and shut up already - ah!” Sukuna needs no further urging, his cock is stretching you out so much you can’t take it, screaming out and earning a hand clamped around your mouth.

“So tight, loosen the fuck up,” he grumbles, you scowl even as your hole is quivering, gushing liquid all down his shaft, his fingers sink into your thighs, shoving his cock in so deep you can’t take it. “Feel her grippin’ me, tryna make me bust quick?”

“No, want you to make me cum first,” you take his hand off your face as you speak, slipping it down to touch your clit, he groans, fucking you harder, your hand guiding his to get that perfect angle, your legs are shaking, your vision blurring.

"Feel better than her too," you're desperately crying out at that, clamping down on his thick, veiny cock. "That get you closer? Fucked up little girl, aren't you?"

"Fuck you," you are but right now you just want every thought fucked out of your head, and Sukuna’s cock is so big it’s hard to get irritated with his snarky grin in that reflection. He pulls his finger off and you gasp. “Put it back!”

“Not till I say so,” he smacks your clit hard instead, lifting you when your knees buckle like it’s nothing. “Think you tell me what to do?”

“Lost darts, such a l-loser -hah!” He scowls and fucks you harder, which was exactly your goal, pretty grin on your face that makes him pulse inside you - tightest little grip he’s ever felt.

“Crazy little brat,” he huffs, but he’s lost in you, in not just how good you feel on his cock, his tip slamming that cervix, but your little sounds, your movements, your eyes rolling back in your skull. Sukuna loves to fuck, but he’s never felt whatever psycho witch magic you’re putting on him, burying his face for a moment. “Feel s’perfect.”

“Huh? Ah!” You think you hear something, but Sukuna just bites the fuck out of your neck instead, your head falls to the side, crying out to let him finally toy with your needy, twitchy clit. “Please, there, there.”

“Needy whore,” he is spitting the meanest words but all it does is make you closer, tummy clenching with hot need, his cock ruining you for anyone – even if you’d never fucking say it. “Need it?”

“Yes, f-fuck just, keep going,” your voice is a hoarse little whisper, one of his hands is toying with a nipple, the other working your clit while his cock drags on your spot, blinding you. “Oh god…”

“That’s it, cum on your stepdad’s cock,” you glare at him, even as he chuckles against your skin, ruby eyes lit up in the mirror. “Cunt is pulsing, you love that nasty shit, admit it.”

“You’re n-nasty, shut the fuck up and – oh my god,” you’re shattering with one more thrust and roll of his rough fingers, desperately whining out while he keeps pumping. Sukuna is holding you there in that sweet spot, making you shake and quiver while your orgasm shuts off your damn brain. “Ngh!”

“Look at that, the stepdad got you squirting,” you would glare if you weren’t trembling, he’s thickening inside you, slowing his movements, letting you ride it out on his slick cock. “Damaged fucking brat, feel this good?”

“It’s the m-mental issues,” he grins and you weakly laugh, for a moment you don’t know why you hated him so much, but only a moment. "Fuck me harder."

God Sukuna thinks he’s in love right now.

“Freaky slut, just wanna get used?”

You nod, he grabs your throat and chokes you, slamming into you like he owns you, like you're just a toy for his pleasure. He's relentless, his cock hitting you in all the right places, making you feel so full, his filthy strokes so loud they’re echoing.

"F-fuck... you're gonna make me cum," he grunts, his grip on your hips tightening. "You want it?"

"Y-yes," you pant, throat constricted, your eyes wide with lust. You want to feel him fill you up, to know that you've made him lose control just like he's made you.

“Can you take it all?”

“Shut up and cum, stepdad,” you tease, but he moans then, kissing your lips all sloppy, saliva dripping with the drool that’s pooled down the side of your lips, his hot cum flooding your pussy. 

For a moment, you're lost in the haze of pleasure, the world outside the bathroom forgotten completely, so warm and dripping him already. But reality quickly crashes back in after he pumps a few more times, murmuring your name, pastel locks damp and sticking to his brow. You start to come to a bit, even drunk, and you realize what you've done. What you're still doing.

Maybe you feel just a little bad that his cum is starting to drip from your hole, but only the tiniest bit. He pulls out with a wet, suctioned pop and leaves you so empty you have to bite back the whine. You struggle to get your breath, shaking your head to clear your mind and grabbing at napkins, he smacks them out of the way, smirking and turning you to face him.

“Lemme clean up, weirdo,” he chuckles, slipping his two fingers down to where his milky seed is dripping, swirling around it until he shoves it back inside you. You gasp, head falling back, lashes fluttering shut and the soreness you already have, he just presses that cum right back in. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t waste it, you won it you know,” he pumps it up again, curling his fingers so that you almost cum again, pushing it even deeper, before pulling them out with a filthy wet squelch, sucking his own white ropes and you arousal off his fingers. He moans then, pink lashes fluttering shut, cheeks hollowing.

You stare, mouth open, waiting for red eyes to focus on you. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Tasting us,” he tilts your chin up and kisses your lips, mixing both of your flavors on your tongue in the sluttiest fucking action. “Mnh…”

You both pull apart quickly when someone opens the bathroom, Sukuna has your tits put up but they’re stumbling drunk and giggling, staring at their phone. Your reality does start to hit, cursing yourself and rushing out then, adjusting your dress that he had up your thighs.

Fuck that felt too good.

Your sister calls you now, you answer as Sukuna unhurriedly steps out of the ladies room. “Yeah sis?”

“Oh my god, did you hear Sukuna is coming? Ah I loved him! I wish mom had stayed with him, you know?”

You frown, eyeing Sukuna and his shit eating grin. “Um… yeah I guess he was okay.”

“Mom still has the hots for him, wouldn’t it be romantic if she got back with him?” You almost laugh out loud at the absurdity of it, the smallest guilt seeping in more and more, but you throw back another shot, drinking it down. “Also if you got with someone finally!”

“Yeah, I dunno about mom or me, but I’m glad for you sis,” she sighs. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yes, love you!”

“Love you too,” you hang up the phone, Sukuna leans over the bar then, handing the bartender his card.

“Pay for hers too,” you raise a glass to him, his lips twitch up at the corners. “You got a ride back?”

“I’ll get an uber.”

“It’s nothing to -”

“There, got one,” you smile at him and wave the screen. “But thank you for offering.”

“Yeah,” he wants more of you, that could not be enough. He won’t say that shit out loud though. “See you at the..." he smirks now. "Rehearsal.”

“Yeah, um…” you awkwardly stand there, looking down as he looks too intently at you. “Night.”

You rush off without another word, inhaling the night air and wondering just how bad you fucked it all up.

hehe the full version is already on Patreon but I am converting this story to here - so l will be posting all of the chaps here every week <3 tags open <3

[sadisticslut666]

Your best friend Toji teaching you how to squirt

When the topic of “the most embarrassing thing your ex ever said in bed” came up. You laughed, told him about the one guy who kept asking if you were “close yet” like he was checking a fucking timer. Toji snorted laughing, “Bet none of ‘em ever made you squirt, huh?”

You blinked at the dumb shit that he’d just said. “Made me…what?”

He stared at you for a second, then barked out a laugh. “You’re shittin’ me. You really don’t know?”

You shrugged, cheeks burning. “I mean, I’ve come before. It feels good. But squirting? That’s…porn bullshit, not real life.” you laughed, kicking your legs up onto his lap. “Girls fake that shit for views.”

He sat up, elbows on his knees, looking at you like you were fucking crazy, “You serious right now?” You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool, “Yeah, okay, Mr. Expert. You’ve made every girl you’ve fucked squirt then?”

He caught your ankle again when you tried to playfully kick his face, this time yanking you forward so fast you yelped, sliding you halfway onto his lap. “Hell yeah, everyone single one and the fact that none of those pathetic exes of yours ever got you there…kinda pisses me off.”

You opened your mouth to deny it, “Whatever. It’s not a big deal. I’m not missing out on anything.” Toji’s hand landed heavy on your thigh, slapping it, “You are. And I’m not letting my best friend walk around thinking she can’t squirt when I know damn well she can…Bet I could make you.”

Now your best friend had you pinned on his bed, shirt shoved up over your tits, shorts and panties dangling off one ankle. His palm strokes slow circles over your stomach, the other hand resting heavy on your inner thigh. “Relax, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, “You trust me, right?”

You nod, this was Toji. Your best friend. The guy who’s seen you ugly-cry over breakups and insults you about it. And now his fingers are sliding through your already slick folds like he’s done this a hundred times in his head. “Fuck, you’re so wet already,” he laughed at you. “Just from talking about it?”

You tried to glare at him, but it came out as a shaky breath when his calloused thumb found your clit and rubbed lazy circles. Your back arched off the bed, tits bouncing slightly with the movement since your shirt was bunched uselessly above them. “Shut up,” you moaned, as he pushed two thick fingers inside you. He leaned down, biting the side of your breast before sucking your nipple into his hot mouth.

“I—I don’t—” You gasped as he added a third finger, “It’s not gonna happen, Ji. I already t-told you—it doesn’t happen to me-e.” You’re soaked, embarrassingly so, as you bit your lip hard, trying not to moan too loudly.

“‘Cause you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing,” Toji growled, releasing your nipple with a wet pop and shifting so he could watch his fingers disappear into you. “Toji—wait, it feels…weird—” you whimpered, trying to close your legs. It was too intense, like you had to pee but a hundred times stronger.

He spits on your clit, then drags his tongue through your folds in one long lick before sucking your clit into his mouth. “That’s your body telling you you’re about to squirt all over my fucking hand like a good girl.” He spits on your clit again, three thick fingers stretching you open as he fucks you faster.

The slick sounds were louder now, as you tried to close your legs, but Toji’s broad shoulders keep you spread wide, his free hand pinning your thigh down, the other curling perfectly while his palm slapped wetly against your clit with every stroke so you couldn’t escape the overwhelming sensation. “Squirt for me like a good fucking girl.”

You begin to whimper desperately, “Toji—Toji I—oh my god—!” You shake your head, panting, “Ji, seriously—stop, it feels like I’m gonna—” Your back arches hard, tits heaving, nipples stiff and aching from his earlier attention.

Your whole body is trembling, thighs trying uselessly to snap shut around his huge fuckass shoulders while gushing squirts soak Toji’s wrist, his forearm, the sheets beneath your ass in a clear, messy spray. You whimper louder as your squirt splashes messily against his chest and stomach, “Fuuuck, there it is,” Toji groaned, watching with satisfaction as you made a mess. “Look at that. Keep going, good girl, that’s it.”

When he finally slowed his fingers and pulled them out, you were a shaking whimpering mess. He lifted his soaked hand to his mouth and licked off his fingers groaning. “Fuckin’ told you,” he said, voice rough with arousal.

Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers as the last weak spurts trickled out. You lay there panting, trembling, thighs soaked and staring up at him in stunned, blissed-out disbelief. “Told you it was real,” he rasped, “It’s a good thing I love provin’ you wrong.”

a/n: anonami u inspired this squirtin smut ily

[mimuju]

exbf!toji headcannons ᜊ𐔌๑ ´ ˔ ` ꒱੭

exbf!toji who still has a key to your apartment and uses it at 2 AM, letting himself in like he owns the place. 

you’re half-asleep on the couch when you hear the door click, and you sit up just as he steps into the living room, his frame filling the doorway.

"toji, what the hell are you doing here?" you hiss, pulling your blanket tighter around you. he shrugs, tossing his jacket onto the chair like he still lives there. 

"missed you. figured you missed me too." 

"i don’t," you lie, but your voice cracks, and he grins like he’s already won. 

"yeah? then why you still lettin’ me in, baby?"

exbf!toji who has no job, no money, and no shame about asking you for either. he’s leaning against your kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching you make coffee like he’s got all the time in the world. "you got twenty bucks? just till friday." 

you scoff, not even turning around. "toji, i’m not your fucking atm." 

he steps up behind you, his hands sliding around your waist, his mouth brushing your ear. "c’mon, baby. i’ll make it worth your while. you know i always do." 

you hate how your body reacts, how heat pools low in your belly at the promise in his voice. "you’re such a bum," you mutter, but you’re already reaching for your wallet.

exbf!toji who fucks you like it’s the only thing he’s good at, because it probably is. 

he’s got you bent over your kitchen table, your cheek pressed against the wood, his hand fisted in your hair. 

"fuck, you’re tight," he groans, his hips snapping forward, driving into you so deep you see stars. "missed this pussy. missed how you squeeze me." 

you’re moaning, your fingers gripping the edge of the table, and you hate yourself for how good it feels. "t-toji—fuck—slow downnnn!—" 

"nah," he pants, his free hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. "you like it fast. you like it rough. don’t lie to me, baby. i know you better than that."

exbf!toji who still knows exactly how to touch you, like your body never forgot him. 

he’s got two fingers inside you, curling against that spot that makes your legs shake, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. "you’re so wet," he murmurs, his voice low and filthy. "you been thinkin’ about me? touchin’ yourself at night, wishin’ it was me?" 

you’re panting, your hips rolling against his hand despite yourself. "shut up," you gasp. 

he laughs, low and rough. "that’s not a no."

exbf!toji who refuses to leave after he’s done with you, sprawling across your bed like he still belongs there. 

you’re lying beside him, your body still humming, your mind already regretting everything. "you should go," you say, but there’s no conviction in it. 

he rolls onto his side, propping his head on his hand, his dark eyes watching you. "nah. i’m comfortable." 

"toji—" 

"c’monnn, baby. just let me stay the night. i’ll be gone in the morning. i promise." you know he’s lying. 

you know he’ll still be there when you wake up, and you’ll hate yourself for it. but when he pulls you against his chest, his arm heavy around your waist, you don’t push him away.

exbf!toji who gets jealous when he sees you talking to someone else, even though he has no right. 

you’re at a bar, nursing a drink, when a guy approaches you—tall, clean-cut, smiling. you’re laughing at something he says when you feel a presence behind you, a hand on your lower back.

"hey, baby," toji says, his voice deceptively casual. "who’s this?" the guy looks between you two, sensing the tension. 

"i was just leaving," he mutters, backing off. you turn to toji, furious. 

"you don’t get to do that, asshole! we’re not together anymore." 

he leans in, his mouth brushing your ear. "yeah? then why you still lettin’ me fuck you into your mattress every other day?"

exbf!toji who has a filthy mouth and knows exactly how to use it.

he’s got you on your back, your legs over his shoulders, his cock buried so deep you can barely breathe. "look at you," he groans, his eyes raking over your body. "so fuckin’ pretty when you’re takin’ my cock. you love this, don’t you? you love lettin’ me fuck you stupid."

you’re moaning, your hands fisting the sheets, and you can’t even deny it. "toji—fuckk!—" 

"say it," he demands, his thrusts getting harder. "tell me you love it." 

"i l-love it," you sob. "i love it, tojiii! please—"

exbf!toji who leaves bruises on your hips and bite marks on your neck, and you hate how much you like seeing them in the mirror the next day. 

you’re standing in your bathroom, your fingers tracing the purple marks on your skin, when he appears behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. "sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart. i'll be gentler next time." he says, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all. 

"no, you won't," you mutter. he grins, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. 

"yeah. you're right."

exbf!toji who always comes back, no matter how many times you swear you’re done with him. 

it’s been three months since you last saw him, and you’re finally starting to feel okay again. then your phone buzzes. 

DO NOT ANSWER. [2:03 AM] : u up?

you stare at the message, your heart pounding. you should probably ignore it. you should definitely block him. but your fingers are already typing. 

You [2:07 AM] : the door’s unlocked. and you hate yourself for it, but when he shows up twenty minutes later, smelling like cigarettes and that damn cologne, you let him in. you'll always let him in.

exbf!toji who makes you cum so hard you forget your own name, and then has the audacity to ask if you want to get breakfast in the morning. 

you’re lying in bed, your body wrecked, your mind fuzzy, when he rolls over and looks at you. "you hungry? there’s that diner down the street. the one with the good pancakes." 

you laugh, despite yourself. "toji, you don’t even have the money for pancakes." 

he shrugs, pulling you closer. "i was hoping it'd be your treat." 

you know you should kick him out and finally end this cycle. but his arm is warm around you, and his heartbeat is steady under your ear, and for now, you just let yourself have this quiet moment

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[kkunai]

[𝜗℘] :: older bf!toji is a sucker for you, especially when you wake up the morning after :: cw. smut, pwp.

toji’s eyes aren’t even open yet, his mind barely conscious, but his body can easily sense yours on top of him.

you’re half-asleep yourself and yet your hips are moving on their own—grinding against his pelvis with slowed movements. his half-hard dick is still buried inside your warm cunt, having cockwarmed him to sleep.

“. . . mmh, shit,” toji groans in that sexy morning voice of his. he doesn’t bother opening his eyes, his hands instinctively coming to rest on the curves of your ass to guide your shallow thrusts.

his eyelashes flutter, his biceps flexing as he squeezes your plump cheeks lazily. “nasty little girl. can’t even wait ‘til i wake up properly,” the older man delivers a soft smack to your ass before soothing the sting with a rub.

he opens his eyes barely halfway, yet enough to look down at you snuggled against his bare chest. he huffs—almost condescendingly but with a subtle hint of affection.

you’re seemingly more unconscious than conscious, still lost in deep slumber. despite that, your hips don’t stop their hypnotic up and down rhythm.

“so addicted to my dick got ‘er ridin’ me in her sleep,” toji mumbles to himself before closing his eyes once more. his hands never stop massaging your hips and rear, silently encouraging you to continue.

there’s nothing better than getting his dick wet by his gorgeous young girlfriend first thing in the morning.

certainly a great way to start the day.