HII!!! the fic where they realize you like praise is TOOOO good! i was wondering if you could do a sort of part two but where they realize you like being degraded instead of praised? 🫶🫶
ARE YOU A FILTHY GIRL? jjk men.
feat. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, shiu, higuruma
summary. “he calls you his good girl, then his whore.” seems like your boyfriend couldn’t even decide what you really are, no? even after they know about you and the whole degrading things? will they ruin your life after that discovery? oh, definitely.
warning. non-sorcerer! jjk au, college au!, 23 you & 31 them, degrading kink, praise kink, filthy, some of them are so meannn, hair-pulling,
GOJO SATORU
the sheets are a mess. the air is thick with heat, musk, and the obscene sound of skin slapping skin. you can’t even tell what time it is anymore — not that it matters. satoru’s late-night visits always have a way of warping time, bending reality until the only thing that exists is you beneath him, delirious, overstimulated, and stupidly in love.
he’s still in his dress shirt, unbuttoned just enough for you to see the tattoo on his chest (it’s stupid. it says limitless, because of course it does). the tie is hanging off his neck like it’s purely ornamental, swinging as he fucks into you like he’s trying to make you forget your name.
"mmh—look at you, baby," he pants, eyes bright with sweat and sin, his lips wet from where he kissed down your stomach just minutes ago. "so pretty when you’re ruined like this. my sweet college girl, letting her old man fuck her brains out between classes.”
“you’re not old,” you gasp, nails dragging down his back. “just—just a pervert—”
“correction,” he huffs a laugh. “i’m your pervert. certified, licensed, and addicted to the way you moan my name like it’s your fucking major.”
his pace slows for just a moment, giving you that signature smirk. the one that always gets you in trouble. the one that says i know something you don’t.
“god,” he groans, rolling his hips deeper, letting your whimper melt into the air. “you’re so fucking good like this. eyes all glassy, mouth open, like a good little—”
you moan, louder than you meant to.
he freezes.
“…wait.”
your breath hitches.
he blinks. leans in real close.
“do that again,” he whispers. “what did you just react to, sweetheart?”
your face burns. “i—I didn’t—”
"no no no," he grins like a shark with a credit score of 850. "don’t get shy on me now. that sound you made? the whiny little oh satoru please ruin me noise? yeah, that wasn’t just because of the angle, was it?"
“satoru—”
he pulls his cock out.
you make a noise of protest — a whimper, a whine, a borderline sob — and he raises a perfect white brow.
“look at you. desperate already?” he hums. “and here i thought you liked being treated like my precious little angel. but now…”
he runs two fingers down your spit-slick chin, thumbing your bottom lip as his tone drops to something dark and thrilling.
“…now i’m wondering if my baby likes being treated like a dumb little fucktoy instead.”
your thighs twitch. your eyes roll back just slightly.
he laughs. oh, he fucking laughs.
“no way.”
“shut up—”
“no fucking way. you’re telling me…” he leans down, pressing a filthy kiss to your lips, “…you’ve been getting off on me being a little mean to you this whole time?”
his voice is pure sin now. a low rasp in your ear as he slides his cock back in, slow and deep and deliberate.
“you like when i call you a dumb slut, huh? when i make fun of you for being all brain-dead and cockdrunk on a school night?” he groans, moving faster again. “fuck. no wonder you tighten up every time i tease you. you’ve been hiding this from me?”
you nod, barely able to think, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
“god, that’s why you blush so hard when i tell you to shut up and drool. i thought you were just shy—no, you were getting off on it.”
he presses his forehead to yours, eyes wild and affectionate and unhinged.
“baby,” he whispers sweetly. “you’re so fucked in the head. and i love that for us.”
you whimper his name, breath hitching, and he slams into you harder, making the headboard crack against the wall.
“you’re my stupid baby, aren’t you?” he groans. “my filthy girl with her brain between her legs—”
your whole body trembles. he can feel it.
"oh fuck, you came on that?" he groans. “jesus. i didn’t know i was dating such a nasty girl. i’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
and yet — for all the filth and teasing and dirty, obscene words — he kisses you like you’re made of stars. he holds you close like you’re the most important thing in the world.
“my dumb little angel,” he murmurs against your lips, heart hammering against yours. “mine. only mine. gonna keep you all fucked out and smiling forever.”
GETO SUGURU
“look at you,” he sneers above you, hand fisted in your hair, making you arch back. “acting like a needy little bitch in heat the second i call you a slut.”
you’re moaning, gasping, incoherent — barely hanging on to the frayed edge of your sanity. and he’s not even giving you a break. not slowing down, not letting up, not giving you one second to recover.
because he knows now.
he knows.
you like it when he’s mean.
“so that’s what gets you off,” he growls, slapping your cheek with a sharp little tap, just enough to make you blink and whimper. “not my sweet words, not the nice shit i say to make you feel loved. no. you wanna be put in your fucking place, don’t you?”
he laughs. it’s low. cruel.
“you’re disgusting.”
his cock slams back in. deep. hard. like he’s trying to make you feel it in your throat.
you sob, a broken moan twisting into something animal.
“you like this,” he bites out, hand gripping your jaw to force you to look at him. “fuck. you’re dripping down your thighs, making a goddamn mess of my sheets. and for what? getting called a dumb little fucktoy?”
you nod. you nod. you’re too far gone to pretend anymore.
“you’re unbelievable,” he groans, voice rough with heat and hunger. “i’ve been treating you like a fucking goddess. and the whole time? this is what you wanted? to be used? to be broken down and ruined?”
he slaps your thigh, grinning when you jolt.
“go on, tell me what you are.”
you hesitate, panting, teary-eyed. and that pisses him off.
“say it.”
his hand wraps around your throat, his hips never missing a beat. he’s fucking you fast now — brutal, relentless, like he wants you hoarse and mindless by the end of this.
“say it, or i’ll stop right now.”
“i’m your—your dumb little whore,” you sob out. “fuck, suguru—i’m your fucktoy—!”
he moans. actually moans. like he just got handed the key to his own personal heaven.
“that’s right. my dumb little slut. no thoughts in that pretty head except cock and cum. pathetic.”
he spits on your chest. drags two fingers through it, then shoves them in your mouth.
“suck. maybe if you’re good, i’ll let you come.”
you do. immediately. desperate. like the perfect little pet he just unlocked.
he watches you with dark, gleaming eyes, like he’s thrilled by the monster he’s unleashed.
“you think i’m ever gonna be gentle with you again?” he breathes, mouth brushing your ear. “you think i’m gonna let you forget this?”
another thrust, hard enough to knock the wind from your lungs.
“nah, baby. you’re fucked now. you just told me exactly what you are.”
he grabs your face, forces your eyes up to his.
“and now you’re mine to break.”
NANAMI KENTO
“you were so proud of yourself earlier.”
his voice is calm. deadly calm. too calm for the way he’s got you bent over his kitchen counter, pants bunched at your knees, panties torn and hanging off one thigh. his belt’s undone, hanging from one hand. his other hand? buried in your hair, gripping tight.
“you walked in here all smug, all talk—acting like you’re some well-behaved little student who knows everything.”
he yanks your head back just a little, just enough to make your back arch.
“and now look at you.”
he slaps your ass once, loud and sharp, just to hear the sound of it echo off the marble.
you moan.
and that’s when he knows.
“…you liked that.”
you freeze.
and nanami, ever the gentleman, laughs—slow and dangerous.
“oh. i see now.” he tsks, voice low, amused and cruel. “so that’s what this is. you pretend to be my sweet, smart girl—taking notes, asking questions, playing innocent. but the moment i get you alone, all you want is to be treated like a brainless fuckdoll.”
your cheeks burn. you try to shake your head, to explain—but your mouth won’t work.
nanami chuckles.
“don’t try to deny it. i’ve been fucking you for almost a year. and not once have you sounded like this.”
he leans in, presses his lips to your ear.
“you want me to talk down to you. degrade you.”
he grabs your jaw, turns your face to look at him over your shoulder.
“say it.”
you squirm, gasping, dripping onto his cock that’s barely pressed between your thighs.
“s-say what—?”
his grip tightens. “say what you are.”
“i’m—” you hesitate. but he waits, patient and devastating.
“i’m your dumb little fucktoy,” you whisper.
he groans, low and broken. “god. you really are disgusting.”
his cock slides in without warning, thick and deep, and you cry out so loud it makes your knees buckle.
“is this what you wanted?” he snarls against your neck. “to be bent over like a filthy little whore, drooling on my counter, so cockdrunk you can’t even remember your own name?”
you’re sobbing. nodding. cumming—maybe. you don’t even know anymore.
“pathetic,” he breathes, thrusting into you harder, faster, one hand on your hip, the other around your throat. “all that education, all that ambition—and this is what you really want. to be treated like trash. like nothing more than a wet, willing hole for me to use.”
you moan at every word. filthy. desperate.
and then he softens. just a little. lips brushing your temple, his voice like velvet over razors.
“don’t worry, darling.”
he kisses your cheek. tender. almost cruel in its contrast.
“if that’s what you want…”
he pulls your head back again, growling against your jaw.
“then that’s what i’ll give you.”
TOJI FUSHIGURO
“fuckin’ knew it,” toji laughs, dragging your panties down your thighs with one hand while the other shoves you down flat into his mattress. “knew from the second you started giving me attitude you were all bark and no bite. nothin’ but a needy little slut underneath.”
he watches you struggle — watches you try to act tough while your legs shake and your soaked cunt practically begs for his cock. he’s grinning like the smug bastard he is.
“mm? where’s that sass now, princess?”
you whimper.
wrong answer.
he slaps your ass, hard, making your whole body jerk forward.
“use your words.”
“i-i’m your slut,” you gasp, voice trembling. “please—”
he cuts you off with a sharp tug of your hair, dragging your head back to make you look at him. “oh, no. no, no, no. don’t go beggin’ now. you’ve been mouthing off for weeks. actin’ like you’re too good for me.”
he nudges the thick head of his cock between your folds, slow, teasing, not pushing in just yet.
“but you dress like that around me? bend over every chance you get? call me ‘mr. fushiguro’ in that sweet little voice like you don’t know exactly what you’re doin’?”
he slaps your ass again.
“you wanted this, didn’t you?”
you nod, choking on a sob. “yes, sir—”
he fucking moans.
“ohh. sir, huh? god, you’re disgusting.”
he finally pushes in. one deep, thick stroke that makes your whole world shatter. and then another. and another. ruthless. like he’s trying to fuck the brat right out of you.
“you hear yourself?” he grits out, fucking you hard enough to bounce the bed. “making all these pathetic little sounds like a dog in heat. bet your professors would love to hear what kind of slut their top student really is.”
you sob into the sheets.
“don’t cry now,” he smirks, leaning in close to growl against your ear. “you wanted to be used, right? wanted me to ruin you?”
his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp.
“wanted to be nothing but a dumb little hole for me to fuck whenever i want.”
he’s grinning. cruel, condescending, eyes gleaming with heat.
“well, sweetheart—congrats.”
another brutal thrust.
“you got it.”
RYOMEN SUKUNA
“you like that?”
his voice is low. dark. teasing.
you’re on your knees, drool smeared down your chin, eyes glassy, lip trembling as you look up at him. your clothes are somewhere behind you, discarded in the haze of him manhandling you onto the bed like a toy. his cock is resting against your cheek, thick and twitching, the skin flushed. and you’re already a mess.
but that grin—
that wicked, sharp-toothed, smug fucking grin stretches across his face when he sees the way your thighs press together from just that one sentence.
“ohhh,” he laughs, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip. “so that’s what it is.”
you flinch.
he grips your chin, hard, forcing you to look him in the eye.
“all this time, you acted like you were scared of me. like you were just some shy little college girl who didn’t know what she was doing.”
he leans in, mouth by your ear.
“but deep down—you’re just a filthy, depraved little fucktoy, aren’t you?”
you whimper. your thighs tremble.
his smile widens. cruel.
“look at you. shaking. moaning. fuck—your cunt’s probably soaked already, isn’t it?”
he shoves you backward without warning, watches you fall against the bed, spread out and breathless. he drags his cock along your folds, not even pushing in, just letting it sit there—heavy and taunting.
“you like being talked down to? degraded? used like a worthless little hole?”
you nod quickly, like it’s the only thing you know how to do.
“then open your fucking mouth and beg for it.”
your lips part—eager, desperate.
but he pauses.
“no. wait. i changed my mind.”
you blink, confused, until you hear him laugh again, darker this time.
“i’m not gonna fuck your mouth, princess. not yet.”
his cock slams into you in one brutal thrust and your scream is instant.
“i want you to feel it when i ruin you.”
his pace is unrelenting. his grip on your hips? bruising. and his words?
they never stop.
“you really thought someone like me would take it easy on you? someone like you? you’re nothing but a dumb little plaything. just a wet hole for me to use whenever i feel like it.”
he leans over you, one hand around your throat, the other pressing your knees up against your chest.
“say thank you.”
you’re barely coherent. moaning. gasping. totally gone.
he slaps your thigh. “i said say it.”
“t-thank you—thank you, sukuna—!”
he laughs, proud and cruel, kissing your temple with mock sweetness.
“that’s my good little fuckdoll.”
SHIU KONG
you’re bent over his desk, face pressed against cold wood, wrists pinned behind your back with one of his silk ties.
your thighs are trembling. lips parted. eyes glazed.
his cock is buried inside you, deep and slow, dragging along every sensitive inch until you’re whimpering from just the stretch.
and he’s still dressed.
not even a button undone.
just his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened—like this is just another part of his shift.
“you’re lucky i’m even touching you,” he says coolly, glancing down at the wet ring your cunt’s leaving on his cock. “filthy little dropout like you.”
you whimper. he laughs—mean.
“you think any real man would keep you? spoiled brat with a mouth that won’t shut and a cunt that clenches when i call her a fucking toy?”
he leans down, lips brushing your ear.
“that’s what you are. a toy.”
his hips roll, slow and grinding, and your moan catches in your throat.
“a warm, wet, stupid little thing i use between meetings.”
his hand slips down, fingers flicking over your clit once—twice—and you sob, hips twitching.
“oh?” he coos mockingly. “are you close already? pathetic. i’ve barely done anything.”
and you’re gasping, begging under your breath, “please, please, please—”
he cuts you off with a sharp slap to your ass.
“what did i say about whining in my office?”
you go quiet, biting your lip.
“good girl.”
he slams into you—once, twice, hard—and you wail.
“you should be grateful,” he growls. “i could’ve left you dripping and untouched. instead, i’m wasting my time fucking you through the desk like some cheap little fuckdoll.”
he leans back just enough to see your reflection in the glass cabinet ahead. the way your mascara’s smudging, your mouth falling open with every thrust, your body wrecked and desperate and completely his.
he grabs your face, turns it toward your own reflection.
“look at yourself.”
you do—and you whimper.
“look at what i’ve turned you into.”
he grins, low and dangerous.
“and say thank you.”
you moan. “thank you, shiu—thank you—!”
his breath hitches.
“that’s right.”
his hand closes over your throat again.
“now take it.”
and he fucks you so deep, so rough, you’ll be limping back to campus in his spare dress shirt because your clothes are ripped to shreds.
HIGURUMA HIROMI
he’s always been so polite.
held your hand across the table, remembered your coffee order, adjusted your jacket when it slipped off your shoulder. he’s older, calm, grounded—your quiet man in the storm of your busy, chaotic little college life.
but not now.
not when he has you sprawled out on the soft leather couch in his office, legs over his shoulders, face flushed, breath ragged, hands trembling as you cling to the lapels of his suit jacket—like you can hold on to any sense of composure when he’s pounding into you.
“what did you say?” he asks, breathless, low, eyes burning into yours.
you can’t even remember what you said. everything’s fuzzy. everything’s hot.
he slows, hips dragging back, his cock sliding against every hypersensitive inch of your soaked, fluttering cunt.
“you said you were nothing, didn’t you?”
you flinch.
“that you like being talked to like you’re beneath me?”
your lips part—barely a nod—and his jaw clenches.
“fuck.”
his pace shifts, rougher now. mean. and it’s like something in him shatters—all that calm gone, replaced by low, filthy groans and sharp thrusts that make you scream.
“you want to be treated like a good girl?” he pants, hand curling under your thigh, keeping you wide open.
you nod, whining.
“then why are you dripping like a whore when i call you worthless?”
your whole body jerks at that word. he notices.
and now you’re done for.
his grip tightens. his voice drops to a gravelly whisper against your ear:
“you like that? being called a whore?”
you gasp, clutching his sleeves.
“my sweet little honors student,” he snarls. “always so smart. so well-behaved. and yet here you are, soaking my cock just because i called you fucking pathetic.”
his hand snakes down, fingers circling your clit.
“you’re disgusting.”
you clench around him and he groans.
“god. you really like that. my perfect little doll’s a filthy, degrading-obsessed slut.”
he leans in close, mouth hovering over yours.
“say it.”
you blink up at him, dazed.
“say what you are.”
you whisper it, shameful, breathless.
“…i’m a slut.”
he smiles—mean, but affectionate. a kiss drops to your cheek.
“good girl.”
and then?
he ruins you.
