DEALS WITH THE DEVILS.
CHAPTER TWO.
Roommate au! Jjk x reader
Chapter Two
Cw: brat taming, NSFW, spanking, alcohol consumption, implied possessiveness, humping
The moment you arrive, your feet run over to your group of friends, both men and women alike, as insistent squeals take place. You’re excited (as you should be; you worked hard this semester), and your arms find their way around a close male friend as he pulls you into a gleeful hold. But there’s something ominous about the way he freezes, hurriedly taking a step back as he nods his head in the direction of your five menacing “bodyguards”.
“Um, who are they?”
“My roommates!” You chime, patting Toji’s chest with a hazy grin.
“Hot.” One of the girls says, eyeing them all with a gaze of certain hungriness you feel on yourself.
“Too bad, they’re mine.” Waving your hand with a huff. The statement goes unnoticed between the five of them.
After a couple of moments, you’re nursing a drink with a smile, letting the rhythm of the club flood through you with a lazy, happy smile as Gojo offered to pay for the first round. The men bought a section so they can watch you with hungry, yet deceptively calm eyes.
“She’s enjoying herself. Let her be.” Nanami says as he quietly sips on his water, watching Gojo dance with you and your friends.
“Ridiculous.” Toji mutters underneath his breath with his arms crossed. “The brat is clearly enjoying torturing us.”
And said brat flounces over, shirt clinging to his body, white hair pushed back. “Kitten loves to dance.” He yells with a grin. “Come on, I wanna play with her.” Is the whine that follows.
“Do you see that?” Choso is visibly tense as the next song changes, and you’re giddily dancing with another man.
The air around them changes into something— dangerous.
A pat to his hand, and a gentle hum. “No hitting.” Geto finds his protective eyes watching your body grind against the other man’s with a menacing look.
The man you’re dancing with is a bit pushy, but who are you to judge until you find yourself against a wall, heart throbbing as you stare at him with innocent eyes? “Maybe, if you ask,” you begin before the man is snatched away as Gojo comes into view.
“Princess!” Bright smile and gleeful eyes, his gaze flits across you. “Let’s dance.”
And just like that, the two of you are on the dance floor, and you’re feeling bold. Pressing your bodies together, you generously roll your hips into his hands, gripping yours with a certain possessiveness that you couldn’t quite place but felt right.
With a smooth movement, he spins you around, your back flush against his as his lips tickle your ear. “Careful kitty cat,” he whispers, hands still roaming your body, but you’re a little too far gone to care. Placing your hand on the back of his neck, you bring him into a feverish kiss. It’s a kiss of accomplishment, of lust, of absolute triumph as his arms secure around your body tightly.
“Bad girl,” he mutters against your lips as your teeth sink into his bottom lip. That is until you feel the heat of someone in front of you, their bulge pressing up against you as dizzy eyes look up at the second offender.
“My turn,” Choso says firmly, pulling you into his grip as his lips find yours. It’s a ravenous kiss, hungry and exploring as his teeth nip at your lips until they open. Tongue diving into places you didn’t know existed, as you bravely moan into his mouth.
Your breath is heavy, inhibition all on its own, leaving you as you lean into Choso’s protective embrace.
“That’s fuckin’ it, we’re goin’ home,” and before you’re able to ask Choso if you can go home with him, are you hoisted over a shoulder.
“Sorry, she seems to be getting a little carried away,” Geto explains, eyes narrowing with a warning glance as Toji slaps your ass sharply, getting a yelp out of you. “We’ll make sure you know when she gets home.”
“You’re in so much fuckin’ trouble, brat,” Toji responds as he whisks you away, ignoring your weak jabs at his back.
When you’re in Nanmi’s car after much bickering about who you should be going home with you find yourself pouting, bottom lip poked out with your arms folded across your chest. “You guys are mean.”
“Kitten, i think you’ve had enough.” Clicking your tongue against your teeth you stare over at Geto beside you, bottom lip out in a pout. “Aht. Don’t give me that look, it’s your fault.”
And before he knows it, you’ve unbuckled your seat still in a drunken haze climbing over to sit on his lap. To which Nanami immediately scolds you. “Make me.” You grin letting your hand touch Geto’s face with a smile.
Little do you notice how Nanami’s knuckles grip the wheel tighter.
“You’re so pretty, can I go home with you?” You murmur as your finger glides across his features. For a beat there’s silence before a deep laughter erupts from his lips.
“We live together, darling.” He sighs giving a feigned disappointed look as your hips shift, crawling onto his lap and his hands immediately grabs your waist to keep you steady.
“Then kiss me.” You demand triumphantly.
“No.”
“Kiss me.” Your bottom lip poked out further as you feel the warmth of your bodies radiating off of each other.
“No. You kiss me.” He responds, lazy fingers shifting up your dress. His hands are firm yet gentle on your inner thighs as you press yourself against his firm cock over his clothes.
It’s his cock that feels so heavy against your sensitive areas that make you gasp, it’s the way that he’s pulsing against you that make you moan with so much desire.
And just like that you melt into him, plush lips against his and Geto knows it’s taking everything in him not to take you right there. “I’ll make sure i’ll erase any man who has ever touched you.” He responds against your lips as he takes control.
Letting his tongue slip into your mouth, his movements are slow but deliberate. Soft moans are escaping you, as his hands trail up your back praising every movement. Bringing your hips down he moves you back and forth along the length of his cock, swallowing each and every moan you release into his mouth. You’re too wet, too far gone, hips grinding against him desperately - like the needy little kitten you are. “That’s my girl.”
Soft lips press against your neck, lapping at the skin as he sucks. His teeth scraping across warm skin.
The pressure builds in your stomach at the praise. His breath is heavy as his lips return to yours as he pants against you riding your rhythm with ease. Your panties soaked as you keep leaking against him. “Cum for me.” He moans against your lips as your body tenses up to release quickly, riding the gentle wave of your orgasm as he keeps a steady pace. “Mm, good girl.”
Finally did he break the kiss as your body collapses on him, unable to process what you just did as you weakly cling to him.
“No you didn’t.” Nanami growls as he pulls into the parking garage.
“Sensitive little thing, isn’t she?” He smiles warmly, grabbing a fistful of your ass without shame. “We’re gonna have fun. Just not now, not yet.”
In the morning you feel dazed and a bit confused, moving your arms and legs in a brief stretch until something heavy tightens around your waist pulling you close. “Mm.” Is the response and suddenly you realize the man beside you, how the room smells of incense and sin. Suguru’s nose gently nudges the side of your neck and you’re – mortified. He’s so warm and inviting as if you were a shrine that he whispered secret prayers to. “Just a few more minutes little one, i’m comfortable.” He mumbles quietly not bothering to open an eye to savor the moments of your soft body against his.
You hate how desperately your body wants to melt into him.
Jumping up to your feet your face burning with embarrassment you notice you have clothes on, but they’re not yours. “Thank you for the ride! I’ll be going now” you admit as you fumble out of the bed, dashing out with vigor as you snatch your purse.
“Kitten you are home.” He breathes out with a little laugh. You’re going to be the death of him.
When you stumble towards the kitchen to see all of the other four men staring at you with expectant eyes you feel yourself mentally scratching down every single wall of your brain.
“Oh fuck.” Hastily looking around you find your room door open, you sprint in there slamming the door shut. Your cheeks are hot, legs weak as flashes of last night run across your mind.
“Now she’s shy?” Toji gruffs out as he eats his breakfast. “Didn’t even get to cop a feel.” He mumbles.
“No fair!” Gojo whines as Geto saunters out of his bedroom with a small smile. “She kissed me first, don’t forget that!” his tongue stubbornly sticks out at his counterpart.
xxxxxx
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