Hey hey, so uhm a friend of mine gave me her Vergil sketch, which ended with me drawing over massively... I think this might be my prettiest art so far, idk how to feel about that.
I do feel bad for him tho, dmc characters pain should not be my "overly used theme of getting stabbed", but one can tell so much with it.
Here's a zoomed in version, in case the og doesn't show properly.
Synopsis: You've been living with Toji and Sukuna for a while, but this wasn't an adventure you were ready for. What the fuck is the deal with the new shower?
Tags/Warnings: Toji x GN!Reader x Sukuna, pre-relationship, roommates, unspecified reader genitals, spit roasting/Eiffel tower, shower sex, crack taken seriously, Toji x Sukuna, oral sex (m!receiving), mutual pining, yearning, masturbation, caught masturbating
Word Count: 4,304
Important note is that this is based on a real shower that was in a friend's student housing
So, maybe continuing to live with Ryomen Sukuna and Toji Fushiguro wasn’t the best choice you’d ever made. Your friends certainly didn’t seem to think so, but splitting rent three ways was convenient and you’d finally figured out how to work together as a three, moving around each other near seamlessly now compared to when you’d first moved in together. You didn’t really want to learn how to live with new roommates, or God forbid move out alone and face just how expensive solo living can be. Nope, you’d just keep living with the two meatheads you’d managed to become reluctantly fond of.
It could be worse, they at least replaced your food when they ate it, and Toji was good with repairs around the apartment, and Sukuna was a good cook, when he felt inclined to share, in return you gave them your discount from work. It was a symbiotic relationship, in your humble opinion.
They also made moving far easier, since they were able to carry all the boxes much faster and further than you would’ve been able to alone, which meant you were trusted to do things like carry the vacuum cleaner in the elevator while they jogged up and down the stairs with boxes. If you enjoyed watching them sweat just a little more than you should’ve, well that was your business.
The new apartment was marginally nicer than the last one - you’d gotten a small raise recently, and Sukuna had started working somewhere new so when you inspected your finances together, you’d realised you could afford to move out of your mould-ridden, broken down shoebox apartment into at least a slightly less damp shoebox apartment. The place you’d chosen, all things considered, was great for the cost of rent. It was big enough for all three of you, with a bedroom each that was fully separate. There was only one bathroom, but you’d learned to live with that at the last place so that wasn’t a huge deal. The fridge came with the apartment, and it was bigger than at the last one, which you could all appreciate - it was the little things that made life easier.
One thing you hadn’t really questioned, or thought too hard about before moving in, was the shower. It was a combination shower and bath, you knew that much, but Toji had been the one to actually go to visit the apartment so when he said everything was good.. you’d just believed him. So when the three of you stood in the bathroom, staring at the new shower, trying to figure out just.. what was happening - you couldn’t help sighing.
“Toji, what the fuck.” You muttered, rubbing a hand tiredly over your face.
“What? It’s a shower!”
“It looks like a fucking alien birthing pod.” Sukuna muttered, leaning into the shower to look more closely at the various dials and jets.
It was a corner tub, with jets in the sides that suggested it might have a jacuzzi setting; around the sides were glass walls and doors that extended fully to the ceiling, which meant it looked like the steam wouldn’t be able to escape without opening the doors; inside was five different shower heads, two wall mounted, two on the sides of the bath and one in the ceiling; there was lights inside, which presumably could be turned on, though you didn’t see any sort of switch around; there was a small monitor beneath the mirror embedded into the shower wall, and you couldn’t begin to guess what the purpose of that was; not to mention the thing was big enough that you were pretty sure all three of you could squeeze in together.
“He’s not wrong.” You added, opening the second door to look inside uninterrupted for yourself.
“It’s a shower, who gives a shit? As long as it works.” Toji said with a roll of his eyes, turning to walk away, apparently done with this conversation.
“How the fuck do we turn it on?” Sukuna asked, poking one of the jets as if it would somehow be touch activated.
“I’m not dealing with this before lunch.” You decided, following shortly after Toji.
Later that same day, after testing several buttons and dials, you managed to find the knob you had to turn in order to turn on.. one of the shower heads. You supposed that would have to do for now.
Two days later, Sukuna is back inspecting the shower. They’ve all used it at least once, but nobody has figured out any of the extra things just yet. He has time, some patience, and plenty of curiosity so he’s made it his afternoon mission to unlock more of the shower’s secrets.
The TV made him the most curious, and as he felt around for a way to turn it on, he found a small button on the edge that he pressed down on. That button seemed to release some sort of mechanism, because next thing he knew it was swinging open like a false painting, revealing a space behind it. What the ever loving fuck. He didn’t spend too much time inspecting the space, because something else took his attention far more immediately - a remote control.
He pulled the control out and returned the TV to its original spot, ensuring that it clicked into place, lest he cause some sort of electrical issues. He inspected the remote closely, stepping back out of the shower in case one of the buttons turned the water on.
The first button he pressed had a light bulb icon on it, and about as he’d expected, that turned on the lights inside the shower. That was the exact moment that he realised there was not just lights on the wall, either side of the mirror, but also one inside of the tub. He pressed the button again, and the light changed colour from white, to blue, then to red with another press of the button, with another press he expected the colour to change again. Wrong. Instead, it began to strobe.
Rave shower.
Sukuna stared for a long time at the flashing light in the base of the tub, holding the remote limply in his hand.
S: The shower raves
T: what
S: You heard me
Y: Raves? Have you worked out the lights?
S: [video attached]
T: tf
With his civic duty of reporting the discovery to his roommates complete, Sukuna pressed the lights button a final time and found that it finally turned them off. He ignored further messages from you and Toji, choosing to instead explore more of the buttons on the remote. The rest of the buttons were less clear than the one for the lights, so he figured why not choose one at random?
At first, he thought he must’ve missed the sound of you or Toji returning home, because there was the soft sound of music. But when he called out, he got no response. He pressed the button again, the music stopped. He pressed it again, it started playing.
No fucking way.
First he tried the button below it, and that turned the volume up on what seemed to be a radio. The shower had a fucking radio built in. He tried another button, which seemed to turn down the volume. Huh. He had no idea how he was supposed to change the station, but he’d found it. It was a shit radio station, so he’d need to figure that out, but he’d do it later. He sent another text to the group chat with another video attached, showing the strobing lights with the radio playing, then went to take a nap.
It was a week later when Toji stood in front of the shower, dick to the wind, remote in hand, looking at the various buttons. Nobody had figured out yet how to change which shower head was on, and Toji had decided that was his mission for the afternoon. He’d tried a handful of the buttons, but nothing seemed to be doing all that much. On a whim, he decided to try some of the buttons they already understood. The radio was fairly simple, albeit they still hadn’t figured out how to change the station, and those buttons all did what they were supposed to. Next, he tried the on button.
It turned on the shower, no surprise there. He pushed the button again to turn off the water, but instead that was what changed which head the water was coming from. Jackpot. He picked the waterfall shower head for his shower that day. Toji pressed the button a final time as he was getting out to turn off the water, before realising he’d need to use the usual dial to turn it off. He didn’t think for even a moment that this action would have consequences.
A few hours later, you watched as a dripping wet Sukuna chased Toji around the apartment with the shower remote in hand, yelling something about getting an unexpected enema. You left them to that as you checked the bathroom, and found that one of the side jets was still spurting water, quite aggressively. Ah, you understood now. At least that meant his ass was clean.
When both your roommates were absent the next day, doing their own things, you elected to use this for your enjoyment. You filled the bath, then turned on the jets to turn the bath into a jacuzzi. You’d already spent most of the day working around the house, doing the laundry you’d been procrastinating on and enjoying lunch in front of the TV, being able to watch your own show for once. It was nice to just have time to yourself sometimes.
The boys? They did not agree with that.
Toji was the first of the two to arrive home, and he had no shame in peering around the bathroom door - which you had already left ajar, in his defence - to see what you were doing.
“The fuck’re you doin?” He asked, pushing the door open further to lean against the frame.
“Enjoying the jets?” You replied, more question than real answer.
If you’d known your ridiculous roommates would want to join you, you’d have worn swimwear. Toji was gone for a minute or two before he returned to climb into the bath beside you without a word, closing the door behind him to keep the steam and warmth in. With just the two of you there, there was able to be space between you, no reason for you to touch because of just how large it was. He turned on the radio, to whatever station it was stuck on, letting that fill the silence. Sukuna arrived just less than ten minutes later, and when he found the two of you there, he took it upon himself to strip then and there to join you without a word, leaving you sandwiched between them.
You looked from Toji, to Sukuna, then back, and again. Neither spoke.
“I was enjoying my bath.” You said with a brow raised, lips pursed.
“Now we are enjoying your bath.” Sukuna replied, resting his head back against the glass with a soft sigh. At least you hadn’t been planning on actually cleaning yourself, so you didn’t have to worry about awkwardly wriggling around to try to do that with your hulking roommates in the water with you.
Actually, it was surprisingly comfortable. Sure, you had gotten to know and become friendly with your roommates since you’d first started living with them, but you weren’t sure when that had translated to being comfortable naked together in the bath. Over time, all three of you relaxed, the distance between your bodies lessening as you became less stiff. Your knee pressed to Sukuna’s thigh, Toji’s arm cushioning behind your head. It was nice.
Maybe you needed to get laid.
When you’d had that thought, you’d sort of been thinking that you’d go out with friends, or meet someone on a dating app, and take a stranger home. Something easy, no strings. Certainly, you hadn’t been planning on your roommates spit roasting you.
In fact, the day it happened wasn’t even the day you’d been planning on going out to find someone to fuck. You’d gotten out your trusty dildo, just planning to do the job for yourself. Toji and Sukuna weren’t home, they’d gone to the store together to pick some things up, so you’d thought that you had time. Time had, in fact, not been on your side. Rather, they came home right as you were bouncing on the toy, struggling to do so in fact considering that it couldn’t exactly stick to your bed, as much as you were trying.
Almost no words had been exchanged. Toji was the one that had gone to speak to you, had opened the door to find you, and when only silence followed, Sukuna trailed behind him to see what was happening. The day was warm, so both of them were sweating, wearing tank tops that left very little to the imagination. Who could blame you for practically pouncing on them when you spent a solid minute in silence just watching sweat trail down their muscles? You couldn’t be sure who moved first, honestly, but one moment you were enjoying your own toy in the privacy of your room and the next you were pinned between the beefy men in that stupid shower.
Their hands were everywhere, their mouths hot. You couldn’t tell what hand belonged to who, with your head tipped back and eyes rolled back. A thick cock pushed into your hole, making the filthiest moan you’d ever released fall from your parted lips. Large hands hoisted your legs back, lowering you further down until you were deliciously split open.
“There ya go, that what you needed?” Toji’s gruff voice sounded in your ear.
“Should’ve known you’d be perfect for this.” Sukuna said on your other side, tongue dragging over the shell of your ear.
You were going to castrate whichever of the boys turned on the stupid LEDs in the shower, because they’d knocked the button one too many times. Each slap of skin seemed like it was changing the colours, with the lights set to ‘rave mode’. Stupid fucking shower, with its stupid fucking lights. Though, it was easier to forget they were on once there was a cock in your hole, and another in your throat. A hand in your hair, a hand on your ass, and the other two seemed to be on each other considering you could hear the slick sound of wet kisses above you.
You could’ve sworn time moved different like that, with them either side of you, pounding into your body. Sometimes they seemed to meet in the middle above you, hands on each other, tongues in each other’s mouths, and sometimes they’d praise you, voices rough and hands rougher.
“That’s it, knew you could take us like this. Made for this, angel.”
“So fuckin’ tight, should’a done this sooner.”
“Bet you’ve been thinkin’ about this, haven’t you? Wishing it was us when you play with yourself.”
Of course you couldn’t reply with your mouth full, but it did what it needed to, sinking you deeper into pleasure.
They were gentlemen after too, Sukuna carrying you back to bed and Toji wiping you down with a wet cloth. That part was the least expected of all. They didn’t exactly stay and cuddle, but Sukuna returned after Toji had helped you wipe up and gave you a snack and a bottle of water, and they insisted you nap while one of them handle dinner. Added a joke about taking someone ‘of their size’, two fold, and you just shoved them away to take that nap they’d suggested.
This definitely won’t change anything between you. Right?
After that, things did actually return to normal. Or, as normal as the three of you were capable of being. It was almost disappointing really, though that was a feeling you shoved far, far down. There was no way you were catching feelings for your roommates. You aren’t that cliche.
It was another normal day when Toji decided to return to trying to work out the secrets of your weird alien shower. He took the remote in hand and sat on the edge of the tub. He pulled out the screen again, to ensure nothing else had been left behind it, and realised there was buttons on the side of it. Huh. When he pressed one, the screen lit up, still grey but now on. Okay, progress. It booted up, the logo showing for a moment, and when it finally finished loading, it was showing the weather. Okay then. He glanced over the remote, ignoring the buttons that had already been tried, and settled on pressing one of the few remaining mystery buttons.
On his first try, Toji pressed the button that changed the channel on the TV. Aha! The new channel was some sort of shopping channel. He pressed the button a random number of times, watching as it buffered just to see where it’d end up. Like gambling, but without the financial repercussions. He almost slipped off the edge of the bath when a loud moan rang out.. he’d landed on a porn channel. Huh.
Once he’d calmed down, and found the volume button on the side of the screen to turn it down - he was not getting caught watching cable TV porn int the shower thank you - he couldn’t help watching it, just for a minute. He was curious, sue him. But one of the actors looked just a little bit too much like you, and his hand was on his rapidly filling length before he’d even processed what he was doing.
His hand seemed to move on its own, slowly sliding along his length, precum drooling from the tip and hitting the tub quiet enough that it was drowned out by the video on screen. It was hard not to picture that it really was you, and that he was there too, spreading you open like he had the week before, his thick cock bullying those spongy walls, leaking inside you and marking you. Not as his, that’d be ridiculous, he didn’t want you like that. Your body had just been addicting, the sort of high he’d struggle not to seek again. But he shouldn’t, he wouldn’t, because God forbid he be the thing that broke the dynamic between you that all three of you were so settled in, that you enjoyed so much. Not Toji. He’d just have to settle for the one experience he did get, the memories of your voice, your body, your face.
His eyes drifted closed as his hand sped up, scarred bottom lip caught between his teeth as he struggled to remain quiet, working himself towards an orgasm that he was able to picture spending on your gorgeous face. Imagining how you’d lick it up and swallow, how you’d play with his balls— fuck. This was dangerous, you were dangerous, and he’d already taken a sip of the poison.
When he came, it was partnered with a heavy guilt that twisted itself around his heart and his gut, cinching them tight, until he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He turned the TV off and showered quickly, as if somehow the hot water would take what he’d done away. It didn’t.
It didn’t help when Sukuna turned the TV on the next day, after Toji had texted instructions to the group chat, and it was still on the porn channel Toji had been watching. It did help when Sukuna dragged Toji to join him for that shower, and they did something about it together. If only temporarily.
Another thing that Sukuna had discovered when he’d turned on the TV for himself, was that there was a DVD player built into the back of the screen.
What the fuck were the previous tenants doing in the shower?
No matter, the next time he was out getting groceries, he also stopped in a thrift store to pick up an old DVD. He didn’t care too much what it was, just some cheap shitty action flick, and he brought that home too. He got home to an empty apartment - you were working later than usual and Toji was at the races with Shiu, so Sukuna drew himself a regular bath and climbed in with a glass of wine, then put on the film he’d picked up.
He got approximately ten minutes to himself before you came home and found him idling in the bath.
“Is that Nick Cage?” You asked from the doorway, squinting at the admittedly small screen.
“I think so. I only paid 98 yen for it.” He grunted, sipping at the red in his glass.
“Self care night?” You asked, eyeing the situation more closely.
“Yes.” He firmly replied, but you recalled what he’d said when the boys had climbed into your bath, and decided to throw caution to the wind as you stripped.
“What are you doing?” Sukuna asked, eyes roving over your body intensely.
“What was it you said last time? It’s our bath now?” You replied with a mischievous smile. Sukuna couldn’t truly argue with that, certainly not if it put him back in close proximity with your gorgeous body, so he just lifted an arm to invite you to join him. You slipped into the water at his side, as if you were just sitting on the sofa beside him, and passed his wine over to his free hand whenever he wanted to take a sip.
The movie was.. truly, awful.
When Toji got home from the races, a couple hundred yen poorer but in high spirits after an afternoon with his closest friend, he climbed right in with the two of you without ever asking. He spread his legs wide, one beside you and the other beside Sukuna, which forced you closer, and up to sit on Sukuna’s thigh. But it was fine, nobody was uncomfortable.
All three of you might have been incredibly horny, but certainly not uncomfortable.
Sukuna was careful not to let you notice how hard he suddenly was, and Toji pointedly kept his eyes away from your body, lest he follow suit far more obviously, considering you were facing him rather than being side on. Yet, it was still nice. An evening spent in close proximity together, enjoying an utterly terrible movie, and laughing at it together. It reminded you exactly why you couldn’t ruin what you had with them by pursuing more sex. You were friends, and losing that would kill you.
There was something about the view of you leaving the bathroom, still wrapped in nothing but a towel that drove Sukuna particularly insane. He’d seen you naked now, experienced how it felt to be balls deep inside you, and yet even still that view specifically just got to him. Made his mind run amok, made his hands wander. But why do that alone when there’s a perfectly good fuck right next door?
Sukuna would just knock on Toji’s door when you crept into his mind, because if there was one thing he’d learned since that time you’d all slept together, it was that Toji was always down. Any time, any where - more often than not, in the shower, just to be closer to the memory of you. Was that a little sad? Yeah, maybe, but as long as he didn’t admit it out loud then it simply didn’t count.
Toji’s body was different to yours, but it was enough. Enough to lose himself for a while, to sate the need in his gut.
His fingers tangled in Toji’s hair, guiding his head down slowly with a grunt.
“Should’ve been doing this for ages.” He mumbled, watching the way Toji’s scar warped as he pulled upwards again. He rested his head on Sukuna’s thigh, looking up at him with a smirk.
“Thinking about a certain someone?” He asked, tongue slowly dragging up the hard, flush, length.
“Like you aren’t?” Sukuna replied, pushing Toji back down again, just to hear him choke slightly from how sudden the movement was. They weren’t supposed to talk about it, but it was hard not to. Especially when you still lived with them, still walked around and laughed at their shit jokes and ate meals with them and— fuck. Toji slapped his thigh, redirecting his attention, but Sukuna was done playing.
It was a lot easier not to think about you when he was balls deep inside his closest friends, kissing him like it was supposed to hurt.
You padded into the kitchen with a yawn rubbing the sleep from your eyes. It was too damn early to be awake, but alas, you had a shift to work. Sukuna and Toji were already sitting at the breakfast table, both on their phones in silence, eating.
“Bad news bears,” you murmured as you walked in, heading for the fridge to find a drink.
“The fuck does that mean?” Sukuna grunted, glancing up at you briefly before he went back to eating his upsettingly meat heavy breakfast.
“Bad news,” you clarified with a roll of your eyes, standing straight again to look at the boys, “shower is broken.”
“Fuck off.” Toji groaned, leaning back in his chair dramatically.
“You’ll need to fix it.”
Toji’s head snapped up, looking at you with furrowed brows.
“The fuck d’ya mean, I need ta fix it? I ain’t touching it.”
“Well do you wanna try to explain that alien birthing pod to a handyman?” You asked with a brow raised, leaning against the counter.
“Or pay for one?” Sukuna added under his breath.
“Fuckin’— fine. Someone else can find my toolbox.”
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Special big thanks to @cursedkisss for helping me actually get this finished and @queenmimi2817 for showing me her own very real cursed shower to inspire this fic
A kissing booth! I had to think on this and am so torn between my favorite redheads, but I think I'm gonna have to choose Shanks for this ♡
This is such a cool idea! I hope you're having a lovely day snail!
The Kissing Booth - Red Haired Shanks for Wrennyx
Word count: 1,600+
Notes: My beautiful friend Wren!!! Hi, my darling!! My asks had been glitching for a while, and I knew you'd requested this. AND I FOUND IT!! Yippeee!! I hope you enjoy this kiss, my love. It was so much fun to write, and I'm sorry it took so long!
Despite the shroud covering your eyes and consuming your vision beneath the shadow of its blockade, the scent of partially eaten barbequed food, stale and vibrant alcohols, and the bloom of aftershave merging with nicotine laden tobacco flooded your senses. Each pungent tang had your nose forming a visceral image of the next troop of individuals stampeding in a staggering heap towards your booth.
“Look what we got here, lads!” a voice warm enough to charm a thief of their own gold called to the assortment of people behind him, “It’s a wee kissing booth. Big, bold letters, nice little stool, and a jar for donations and everything.” You moved your lips to speak before a new guest pulled the stool across from you with a scrape against the floor in front of you. “You wouldn’t mind if we formed a queue would you, darlin’?”
“I…” you found your words once again leaving your mind and falling flat on your tongue, “...That is what it’s here for.” The masculine voice chuckled sweetly at you before a rustling of Beri and gold was placed into the glass barrel. Murmurs, cheers, and whispers all moved around the guest in your chair the longer he sat still in your booth.
“Don’t mind them, love,” he reached for your hand, taking it in his and turning it to bring your knuckles to his lips, “They’re all gentlemen. Nothin’ bad’s gonna happen while we’re here in your chair, okay?” He pressed a sweet kiss to the tips of your knuckle, causing you to arch your brow in response from beneath the blindfold. A small brushing tingle of facial hair scraped against your skin, prompting you to attempt to picture the guest in front of you’s appearance the longer he sat there.
“They’d be escorted out by security and given a swift execution if they weren’t, sir,” you smiled slowly until your smirk pitched at the corner of your lips, “But I appreciate the sentiment regardless.” A beat fell between you, silent and unmoving, before the assortment behind him laughed in a melodic disarray of barks, cackles, hollars, and chuckles.
“Oh, I like you,” the man spoke sweetly, “You’ve got a bit of nerve beneath that mask of yours. It’s been a while since we’ve been spoken to like that, and the lads and I appreciate that a lot. Don't we boys?” Several cheers uplifted the air while your guest continued to hold your hand gently within his own, “Now, I’ll be taking the first kiss.”
“You already did,” you shrugged with your challenging smile still drawing up your lips, “Just now with my hand. If you want another, you can go and wait all the way down to the back of the line, sir.”
“Oh, you’re kidding!” he laughed heartily while releasing your hand from his own, “You’re going to make me go all the way back there for a kiss on the hand?” You nodded with your lips pursing playfully at your guest and ensuring he reads the mischief on your brows despite the covering over your eyes.
The stool grunted and scraped on the floor while he huffed and protested all the way back to the end of the line, leaving in tow your next guest to take their seat.
When the menagerie of individuals suggested they would retain their place in an orderly fashion while waiting for their kisses, they weren’t kidding when they suggested there would be a few of them. The first to introduce themselves sweetly was someone whose scent was of medicinal tonics and menthol, and their kiss was soft with an underlying hunger lingering beneath. The next was playful with a jesting cheer in their voice, pressing their lips to yours while praising you all the way through it as if they couldn’t stop talking if they’d tried.
With every kiss you received, scoffing protests and verbal lashings occurred enough to have your smile never ceasing to retreat from your lips. He was funny, even when he wasn’t next to you, he was incredibly funny. He would annotate each kiss, give them a score out of ten, and laugh alongside the others who would all place their Beri in the jar accordingly.
Through the count of a number you almost lost count of, the last to kiss you cupped your cheek and held your breath in their taste of nicotine laced tobacco and a cologne that had your head swimming in dizzying possibilities. His lips engulfed yours in a kiss you felt scrape a moan from deep within your chest, your body arching into his touch while he chuckled into your lips. You heard the voice from earlier whine petulantly at the deep and intimate kiss you were receiving before the group erupted into cheers shouting the name: “Becks, Becks, Becks!” repetitively.
While tearing their lips away from yours, you almost chased their kiss before your earlier guest took their seat on the stool once more. You could hear them panting, all the while your kiss-bruised lips retained that smile he had crawl up your features. You heard the jar shudder with more paper and coins dampening its base with its presence, all the while they shifted on their chair with the most impatience patience you had ever experienced.
“Alright, love. You’ve managed to knock me all the way to the back of the line and kiss just about every damn member of ‘me crew. How are you holdin’ up?” The question took you by surprise, making that smile shift and falter and find a more genuine expression of relief on your face. He moved his hand to your lip and held your cheek before swiping at your lip with his thumb, “Catch your breath for a moment, alright? Do you want some water? Food? Some booze?”
“I’m fine,” you respond softly, your breath fanning over the pad of his digit while it lingered on your mouth, “I’ll go and get a drink and some food after my shift ends, I swear.” He clicked his tongue at you and moved his hand to your cheek while scooting the stool closer to you. You took a moment to softly breathe, catching your breath and feeling your chest build with anticipation the longer he took in getting situated close enough to you as his liking indicated.
“If… You’d like to have someone to share that drink with after your shift ends…” His lips were far closer than you anticipated. His breath tingled against your skin, your steadying breathing doing nothing to regulate yourself against while his confidence shook your nerves. He seemed to notice this, drawing his hand down and laced his fingers with your own and giving you a gentle squeeze to check in with you. You squeezed back and that smile he gave you returned to him for just a moment before his lips claimed your own beneath a deep and intoxicating kiss.
His lips were partially sea-chapped, the gentle bordering of a stubbled beard scraping gently against your lips while he kissed you in a way that had your mind racing with endless possibilities. He was gentle, but in a way that was intentionally controlled. His kiss was relaxed and on the cusps of laziness, but the hidden power lurking beneath was enchanting. His kiss stole the one you were giving him and replaced it with something far more beautiful, delicate, raw, and desperate - all wrapped in a big bow of the first bloom after winter’s chill.
This person was intoxicating, and you couldn’t stop yourself from returning the kiss with an eager determined control of your own. The bellowing cheers of the crew moved to a fuzz your ears could no longer register. The universe grew bright and engulfed by darkness behind the shroud of your eyes the longer he kissed you for. His tongue slowly and gently toyed with your own enough to have your mind chase for more - only for him to pull away.
“...My ship is docked at the end of the port,” he whispered sweetly, “For that drink, I mean. Nothing untoward, I assure you.” He chuckled through his nose and slowly released your hand from his own, “Or if you’re off earlier, I’m pretty sure we’re going to be trying our luck to win that giant, red, stuffed and plush highland cow stuffie at the shooting range, aren’t we, Becks?”
“We’ll go for as long as it takes, Cap’n,” the voice called from beside you, much to the joy of the rest of the crew. You laughed with the rest of them, the delight feeling more comfortable and at ease than you had in your entire shift so far - all thanks to this playful guest who kissed like he was trying to atone for a lifetime of sin at your altar.
“We’ll wait for you.” His seriousness returned you into the intimate atmosphere he created with his lips on yours earlier, although without the touch to follow through, “The question is: are you going to show up, or am I going to be thinking about that kiss on my deathbed while pondering a life of regret?”
All you could do was laugh softly between a giggle and a chuckle at his question, prompting him to do the same while slowly rising from his chair and moving away from his position at your booth. His sincerity lingered on your mind for the rest of your shift, prompting you to echo his sentiment in your mind when you finally removed the shroud.
Will you show up, or will you think about that kiss for the rest of your life, as he assured you he would? The choice was up to you.
Synopsis: So what if Sukuna is a little jealous? It doesn’t matter. Stop making a big deal out of nothing.
Tags/Warnings: Sukuna x F!Reader, smut, friends with benefits, jealous!Sukuna, trueform!Sukuna, full nelson, piv, two dih, hand mouth, rough sex, dirty talk
Word Count: 953
Notes: A birthday gift for the gorgeous beautiful sexy @yoonsucks
“So why that guy?” Sukuna casually asked, two arms behind his head, another hand on the back of your head, fingers in your hair, not bothering to pull or guide, just resting there.
“What do you mean?” You asked as you pulled up for a breath, licking along from the base of one of his cocks to the tip, a hand idly playing with the other. In your time being friends with benefits with Sukuna, you’d gotten very comfortable together. It wasn’t uncommon to do this, to idly play with each other while you had a conversation, just to make it a little bit more interesting, and the two of you are insatiable.
“He really doesn’t seem.. I dunno? Boyfriend material?” He replied, his fourth hand gesturing vaguely as he spoke. You didn’t reply to that, just rolling your eyes with a scoff, taking his length back into your mouth.
The two of you had already been friends for some time, and sleeping together for a large chunk of that time. Having him to hook up with was ideal, you had a busy life and you really didn’t have time to be fooling around with men who were useless in bed, building trust with them again and again only to find out they weren’t worth your time. Sukuna, on the other hand, was very worth your time.
“Come on, I know it’s not a sex thing, that’s what you’ve got me for.” He added after a moment of just letting his head fall back and enjoy the feel of you around him. You’d learned his body perfectly, knew just how to play it to get the song you wanted from its bones. His fingers in your hair idly scraped over your scalp, a silent reward for your casual worship.
“You’re jealous.” You accused when you pulled up again, this time taking his other cock between your lips, glasses slipping down your nose from the angle. Sukuna reached over to pull them off, setting them aside before he continued.
“I’m not jealous, I just don’t see what the point is.”
“I just wanted to. Is that a crime?” You asked, looking up at him from between his thighs, tongue darting out to lick away a drop of precum that rolled down from his slit. He inhaled a breath through his teeth, fingers grasping your hair just a little tighter.
“Yeah, but why? He’s a loser, and it’s not like you were actually that interested in him.” He remarked. You didn’t dignify that with a response at first, refocusing on the way you were sucking his cock, stroking the other and your other hand idly rolling his sac.
“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, ‘kuna.”
That did it.
The relaxed atmosphere shifted near immediately, and suddenly all four hands were on your body. He hauled you up towards him and turned you around effortlessly. Two of his arms wrapped around you to hold your back to his chest, one hand pinching and rolling your nipple and the other pressed to your abdomen. His other two large hands gripped the fat of your thighs, pulling them back towards you until your knees were pressed to your shoulders.
“You wanna be a brat? Fine. I’ll treat you like one.” Sukuna grunted. He lined himself up, and in the next moment he was slamming into you, hands on your thighs gripping tight enough to bruise as he helped you move back onto him, hips rocking to push himself up and into you, slamming into your gspot with each movement. Pleasure overtook you in an instant, head falling back against his shoulder and lips parting to loudly moan. He was right about one thing - Sukuna had your sex life totally covered, there was no reason to look anywhere else when there was nobody who could fuck you like this.
His second cock bounced with each movement, slapping up and somehow against your clit each time, sending its own bolt of pleasure hot through your body. His tongue dragged up the length of your neck, gathering a droplet of sweat there, his chuckle low in his chest, vibrating against your back.
“There it is. See? You don’t need some fuckin’ loser taking up your time. Just come see me next time.” He murmured against your ear, breath fanning over your cheek. One of his hands - you’d lost track of which - moved down your body to cover your core as he continued to slam into you, and before you could so much as rock your hips to trace proper friction against your clit, a mouth had manifested on his hand, and a tongue was swirling around the bud. He was maddeningly good at pleasuring you, like he’d been taught precisely in detail how to do it, and he always used that knowledge to the best of his ability.
It took no time at all for an orgasm to crash into your body, rushing through you in intensive waves as he continued snapping his hips up. Plap, plap, plap, and then he slipped out, rutting against your folds until he was cumming up and over your stomach, his other cock spurting over the couch cushions. The two of you lay there for a moment catching your breath, before Sukuna hauled the both of you up and set you down on slightly trembling legs. He paused just a moment, for just a second giving the illusion of care, as he made sure you weren’t going to fall.
“Go wipe up, we’re going out.” He declared, padding away.
“What?”
“It’s your birthday,” he said from the doorway, turning back to look at you, “we’re going out.”
No Hesitation │ Professor Gojo x Reader │ PART 1 │ WC: 7K │ MDNI , 18+ only │ AO3
TAGS: age gap ( satoru in his 40s / reader in her mid 20s ), fem reader, sub/dom dynamics, teacher/student, explicit consent, semi-public sex (sex party priv room), oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk, let me know if need to tag anything else!
The lecture hall was quiet except for the soft squeak of marker against the whiteboard. Your professor, Satoru Gojo, stood at the front of the room with his back to the class, one hand braced on the board while the other moved in quick, neat strokes as he wrote out another long physics equation. The numbers and symbols meant almost nothing to you, blending together the longer you stared at them, your attention drifting no matter how hard you tried to follow along.
You had only taken physics for the extra credits, and maybe also because on the first day of the semester you had walked straight into him in the hallway, nearly dropping your books when you realized who you had bumped into. He had steadied you without hesitation, one large hand resting on your shoulder while he apologized with a small, easy smile that stayed in your mind long after the moment had passed. At the time you had thought he was a graduate student, maybe a visiting lecturer at most. You had not expected him to be the professor.
He was in his early forties, but held himself like someone much younger, relaxed and confident in a way that made it hard not to look at him whenever he moved around the room. His slacks fit thick thighs all too well, his button up shirt pulled tight across his shoulders whenever he reached up to write, the sleeves rolled just enough to show his forearms. A pair of thick glasses sat low on his nose while he read over his notes, and his hair, bright white and slightly messy, never quite stayed in place no matter how many times he pushed it back with his fingers.
You were not exactly sure what it was about him that caught your attention so quickly. Maybe it was the way he spoke to everyone like he already knew them, calm and patient even when the class went quiet after a question. Maybe it was the way his hand had felt on your shoulder that first day, warm and steady, like he had all the time in the world.
Taking advanced physics had probably not been your best decision. You had never been the most academic person, and every lecture only made that more obvious. The equations on the board looked impossible to understand, and half the time you found yourself watching him instead of writing anything down, your pen hovering over your notebook while the rest of the class kept up far better than you did.
Today you sat in the third row in your usual seat, your notebook half open across your lap while your pen rested loosely between your fingers. Your eyes felt heavy no matter how many times you blinked, your head slowly tipping forward before you forced it back up again, trying to look like you were paying attention to the equation covering the whiteboard.
Your notes were scattered and uneven, words trailing off where your focus had slipped. You barely noticed the silence in the room until your name was called.
You straightened quickly, your chair shifting against the floor as you looked up, only to find Satoru already staring at you. His bright blue eyes were fixed on you over the rim of his glasses, the corners of his mouth pulled into a small, amused smile.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said, voice calm but edged with humor. “Or maybe just the inside of your eyelids for the last three hours.”
A few students around you snickered under their breath. You rolled your eyes, sitting up a little straighter as you pushed your notebook fully onto the desk.
“I’m awake, Professor.”
“Are you?”
He pushed himself away from the front desk and started down the aisle, his steps slow and unhurried. The room stayed quiet as he walked, his hand sliding into his pocket before he stopped beside your row. One of his large palms spread across the top of your desk, fingers splayed near your notebook as he leaned down slightly to look at you.
“I was about to explain the relationship between kinetic energy and work,” he said, his voice lower now that he was standing so close. “But if you’d rather take a nap, I can dismiss you early.”
He smiled down at you with that same lazy smirk he always had when he thought he was being funny.
You felt the heat rise to your face before you could stop it, the warmth spreading across your cheeks and up to the tips of your ears. You looked away for a second before forcing yourself to meet his eyes again.
“Sorry, Professor. I stayed up late last night working on the homework you assigned us. Maybe if you don’t want us falling asleep in class, you should give us a little less.”
A few more quiet laughs came from the back of the room.
His smile only widened at that. He pulled his hand off your desk and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back slightly as he looked down at you, clearly entertained. The rest of the class watched the exchange with open boredom or quiet interest, grateful for anything that broke up the lecture.
“Touché,” he said. “I’ll keep that in mind. Wouldn’t want my star student falling asleep in class now, would I?”
Satoru cleared his throat and pushed himself away from your desk, turning back toward the whiteboard as if nothing had happened. He picked the marker up again, tapping it once against the tray before speaking.
Satoru cleared his throat and pushed himself away from your desk, turning back toward the whiteboard as if nothing had happened. He picked the marker up again, tapping it once against the tray before speaking.
“Alright everyone, read chapter eight for next week’s class,” he said, writing the number on the board before glancing over his shoulder. His eyes landed on you almost immediately. “And you. Stay after class for a few moments, won’t you?”
A few students let out quiet sighs of relief as soon as he dismissed them, chairs scraping against the floor while bags zipped shut all around you. The room filled with low chatter, voices overlapping as people talked about weekend plans, homework, parties, anything other than physics.
You already had your own plans, or at least you hoped you did.
You took your time packing, slower than you needed to be, sliding your notebook into your bag and adjusting the strap twice before standing. Your heart was beating harder than it should have been, loud enough that you were sure you would hear it if the room were any quieter.
By the time the last few students left, the lecture hall felt too big. Too quiet.
When you looked up, Satoru was already walking toward you, stopping halfway down the row. He smiled the way he always did when the class was gone, softer now, less like a professor and more like the man you had bumped into on the first day.
“You should get some more sleep,” he said, voice lower than before. “I won’t punish you for missing a chapter.”
He reached out and patted your shoulder, his hand warm and heavy for the brief second it rested there before pulling back.
“I mean it about the sleep,” he added. “Your eyebags are starting to rival my divorce settlement.”
You snorted before you could stop yourself, the sound echoing slightly in the empty room.
“Must be a pretty impressive settlement then, huh?” you said, shifting your bag higher on your shoulder, rocking a little on your feet as you tried to act normal. “Especially considering you have the most expensive car on campus.”
“It’s a sensible vehicle,” Satoru said, putting his hands on his hips with exaggerated offense. “For a sensible physics professor.”
You could see the smile he was trying not to show.
“Where’s your next class?” he asked.
“Humanities building,” you said, keeping your tone as casual as you could manage.
He nodded once, like he had expected that answer.
“Mind if I walk with you? I have a meeting over there in ten.” He said it like it meant nothing, like professors asked to walk across campus with their students every day. Like this was normal.
You shrugged, looking away before he could see the warmth creeping across your face. “If you want to.”
As you both exited the lecture hall and stepped into the too bright hallway, students streamed past in both directions, voices echoing off the walls, but nobody paid much attention to the two of you. Satoru fell into step beside you easily, his hands tucked into his pockets, walking close enough that your shoulders almost brushed when the hallway narrowed.
“So,” he said, a lazy smile resting on his face. “I have that new volume of the Digimon manga. Have you read it yet?”
Your eyes lit up before you could stop yourself, the tiredness fading for a moment at the mention of it. You had always loved manga, and talking about it with him had become your favorite part of the week.
“No. Is it good?”
“It’s better than good. I really like the new arc.” He glanced at you as he spoke, and the smile on his face looked more genuine than the one he wore in class, less guarded, like he had forgotten for a moment that he was supposed to be acting like a professor.
He had let it slip a few weeks into the semester that he liked manga, and you had immediately admitted that you did too. After that, you had started lingering after lectures, talking with him about whatever new chapters or volumes had come out, conversations that always lasted longer than they probably should have.
“I have it in my office if you want to borrow it after your class,” he said. “I finished reading it this morning.”
“You’re such a nerd, Professor,” you said, shaking your head, though you were still smiling.
Satoru grinned at that, the easy lopsided grin that always made your stomach flip in a way you tried not to think too hard about.
“Takes one to know one. You’re just as much of a nerd as I am.”
You rolled your eyes, letting out a small laugh. “Touché.”
“Besides,” he went on, his voice softer now as you reached the humanities building, “it’s good to have things you enjoy outside of the academic grind. Life can be tiring even on the best days.”
He reached out and pushed the door open for you, holding it there so you could slip past him, his arm lifting just enough that you had to duck slightly as you walked under it. You could feel his presence close behind you for a second before he let the door swing shut.
“Well, this is my stop,” you said, turning to face him once you were inside. “Thanks for walking with me, Professor. I enjoy our talks a lot.”
“Anytime.”
He didn't move right away. His blue eyes stayed on yours a moment longer than they needed to, his expression softer than usual, like he was thinking about saying something else but deciding against it.
“I’ll be here until six if you want to stop by and get that manga,” he said instead. “Just come by my office whenever, yeah?”
You nodded, your fingers tightening a little around the strap of your bag.
“Sure. My class finishes at five.”
“Good. I’ll see you then.”
He smiled one last time before turning away, walking down the opposite end of the corridor with his hands in his pockets, whistling quietly to himself. The tune sounded familiar, and after a second you realized it sounded suspiciously like A Cruel Angel’s Thesis.
You smiled to yourself as you watched him walk away, he’s so dorky in a cute way.
The thought for a moment caught you off guard, Professor Gojo… cute? The man in his early forties with crows feet, shitty divorce jokes, and a smug smile. But there's something about the way he laughs when he’s not in work mode, or the way his eyes light up when he talks about manga that makes your chest ache.
Maybe it was a bad idea to have a crush on your professor, but you couldn’t help yourself.
You slid into your next class, slipping into the back of your classroom, spending the next two hours listening to your next lecturer drone on about a subject you couldn’t care less about, your pen drawing doodles in the margin, your mind traitorously lingering on the way Satoru smiled at you.
By the time your class finished it was five and you were walking back through the halls of the science department, the halls almost empty apart from a few stray students lingering behind to talk about whatever projects they’re working on.
Satoru’s office was at the end of the hall, his door cracked open.
You knocked lightly on the door, peaking your head inside “Professor?”
“Come on in,”
You pushed the door open and stepped inside. His office was surprisingly messy - stacks of papers, a half dismantled-physics model on a side table and a few manga volumes stacked on the corner of his deck. Satoru was sitting behind his desk, grading papers, but his pen was already out of his hands and a smile on his face.
“You look tired,” he said “Last class a bore?”
“Thanks,” you muttered, walking a little closer to the desk, your bag sliding down your shoulder. “The old fart drones on like he’s trying to win a marathon.”
He huffed out a quiet laugh and gestured to the empty chair across from him.
“Take a seat. I can spare five minutes for my favorite student.”
You dropped into the leather chair, the cushion sinking under your weight. It was softer than any of the stiff lecture hall seats you had been stuck in all day, and you let yourself relax for the first time in hours, your shoulders finally lowering.
“You know,” he said, leaning forward slightly, resting his forearms on the desk, “in physics we have a concept called critical load. It’s the point where a structure fails when the pressure on it gets too high.”
His brows softened as he looked at you, his voice quieter now, more careful.
“You are nowhere near your critical load, sweetheart. You’re just bent out of shape. And bent things can always spring back stronger.”
The word sweetheart made your stomach tighten before you could stop it. You liked it more than you wanted to admit, liked the way it sounded when he said it in that soft, absentminded way, like it had slipped out without him thinking. That only made it worse, surely he called people things like that all the time, you told yourself. Still, the word sat in your chest longer than it should have, warm and embarrassing in a way you hoped he could not see.
Satoru hummed to himself, reaching over to the corner of his desk before picking up the newest volume of the Digimon manga. He slid it across the desk toward you with an easy grin.
“Here. Something to take your mind off boring lectures.”
You took the manga, your fingers brushing the glossy cover as you looked down at the bright colors, a small smile pulling at your mouth despite how tired you felt.
“You’re being extra nice to me today, Professor.”
“I’m always nice,” he said, his grin widening without a hint of shame. “I’m a delight.”
You let out a quiet laugh and stood, tucking the manga under your arm as you adjusted the strap of your bag.
“Thanks, Professor. I should get going. Got a thing tonight.”
One of his brows lifted slightly.
“A thing?”
“Just a party,” you said with a small shrug, keeping your tone casual. “I need to take my mind off… everything.”
You kept it vague on purpose. No details, no explanations. Whatever this strange little dynamic between the two of you was, it still felt new, undefined, like something both of you were pretending not to notice.
Satoru leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly as he rested one arm on the armrest. His expression was harder to read now.
“A party,” he said. “Sounds fun. Dress code?”
“Black,” you answered. “Isn’t it always?”
He smiled, but this time it did not quite reach his eyes.
“Be safe, Kitty.”
“I always am.” You gave him a small, tired smile. “See you in class.”
You turned before he could say anything else, stepping out of the office and pulling the door shut behind you. Even with your back to him, you could feel his gaze lingering, like he was still watching until the moment you disappeared around the corner.
The walk back to your dorm blurred together. Your legs moved on their own, your mind somewhere else entirely. You were exhausted, your head heavy from a full day of lectures, but the thought of the party waiting tonight felt like a small escape you could not let yourself turn down.
Your best friend had insisted you go, saying you needed to relax for once, that you were too tense even on your best days. At first you had tried to refuse, making excuses about homework and classes, but eventually you gave in. One night of fun without expectations did not sound so bad.
Now you were standing in your small dorm room, the space cramped and cluttered, staring at the inside of your closet like the answer to everything might be hanging there.
Your eyes landed on the lace set you had bought months ago and never worn, the one you had told yourself was just in case.
You changed slowly, taking your time like you were still deciding if you should go at all. The party was masked, off campus, in some loft owned by your friend’s older boyfriend. No names, no questions, no past, just music and bodies and the promise of forgetting yourself for a few hours.
Tonight you did not have to be the tired student who could barely keep her eyes open in class.
You looked at yourself in the mirror after pulling on a loose dress and a coat to cover it, your mask tucked into your pocket for later. For a moment you just stood there, staring at your reflection like you were trying to recognize the person looking back at you.
Then you grabbed your bag, took a slow breath, and stepped out into the night, the cool air biting at your cheeks as the door shut behind you.
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The loft sat inside a converted warehouse, the bass heavy enough that you could feel it through the pavement before you even reached the door. Inside, the space was dim, lit by scattered lamps and candles set on every flat surface, the light low and warm against exposed brick and metal beams. People moved through the room in masks and very little clothing, bodies brushing together, hands lingering, laughter mixing with the music. The air smelled like sweat, perfume, and something faintly sweet you couldn’t place.
You slipped off your coat and dress near the entrance, handing them to a cloaked attendant without saying a word, then pulled your mask into place. The cool air hit your skin immediately, raising goosebumps along your arms and thighs. For a second you just stood there, letting the noise and heat settle around you, your heart beating a steady rhythm against your ribs.
Then you saw him.
Across the room, leaning against one of the pillars near the edge of the dance floor. A man in a simple white mask that covered the upper half of his face, the rest left bare. White hair, unmistakable even in the low light. Broad shoulders, sleeves rolled to his elbows, black trousers and a fitted black shirt like he had not even tried to dress for the occasion. One hand held a glass with something clear in it while his eyes moved slowly over the crowd, calm, observant, like he was watching a lecture instead of a party.
Your breath caught in your throat before you could stop it.
You would recognize that hair anywhere. The way he stood, the tilt of his head, the way his weight rested more on one leg than the other. It was so familiar it made your stomach drop.
No way. Right?
You knew your best friend’s boyfriend was older, but you had not expected your sexy physics professor to be invited to the same party you were standing in the middle of half dressed.
Play it cool.
You didn’t walk toward him. Instead, you let your eyes meet his for just a second, a small, teasing smile pulling at your lips before you turned and slipped back into the crowd. Bodies moved around you, blocking the view, the music loud enough that nobody paid attention as you disappeared deeper into the loft.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him push off the pillar.
Following.
You moved toward one of the darker corners of the room where the lights barely reached, the bass vibrating through the floor and up your legs with every step. A small group was tangled together on a rug nearby, too caught up in themselves to notice anyone else passing by.
You stopped there, pretending to watch, pretending you weren’t waiting.
You felt him before you saw him. A presence close behind you, not touching, but near enough that you could feel the heat of him at your back.
You lifted your chin slightly and glanced over your shoulder.
“Rude of you to run away like that, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low enough that the music almost swallowed it, his breath warm near your ear.
“Just exploring,” you replied, your voice quieter than usual, muffled by the mask and the noise around you. “That’s not so rude, is it?”
His hand settled on your hip without hesitation, fingers spreading slowly against the lace of your panties, his touch steady, familiar in a way that made your pulse jump.
"Find something you like?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated right through your spine.
You melted back against him, letting the solid heat of his chest become your anchor. "Maybe," you breathed, a challenge in the soft sound. "What do you think?"
He turned you in his arms, a slow, deliberate movement that felt like a dance. His hands settled on your waist, and suddenly the universe shrank to the space between you. Up close could see the endless blue of his eyes partially obscured by his thick snowy lashes and sinful curve of his mouth. "What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked.
“Does it matter?”
A slow, dangerous smile stretched his lips. "No," he murmured, his gaze dropping to where his thumb was now tracing a maddeningly slow path over your skin, right above the delicate edge of lace. "Not tonight."
"You're beautiful," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "I want to see what's under all this lace."
"You want to see?" the question slipped out, your voice lower, huskier than you intended.
His eyes darkened, the blue turning stormy and deep as he leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of your ear. "Show me, then."
You froze, the spell breaking for a heartbeat. "Satoru," you whispered. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
His hands are still on your hips, and for a moment the mask felt like nothing at all. You were just you, exposed in the middle of the party, about to cross a line you'd only ever fantasized about with the professor you'd been crushing on for five years.
He let out a soft breath, his hand sliding from your hip to cup your chin, his thumb stroking your bottom lip with a tenderness that contradicted the fire in his eyes. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice raw. "But here, I'm not your professor. I'm just a man who's incredibly attracted to this beautiful person." His fingers stilled, his gaze softening. "Do you want me to stop?"
You knew he was right. Here, the titles didn't exist. You were just two people, a magnetic pull between them that defied all the rules.
You shook your head, a shaky sigh escaping your nose. "No, I think I’d explode if you stopped."
"Good." He pulled back, straightening his shoulders, and a flicker of the man you knew returned. "Then tonight, we're not professor and student. We're just two people at a party." His hands found your waist again, thumbs brushing the lace. "Understand?"
You nodded, your throat tight, your pulse a frantic drum against your skin.
He smiled then, that familiar, lazy curve of his mouth that made your stomach flip. "Good," he said, his eyes gleaming with renewed intent. "Now, I want to see what's under that pretty lace."
Your gaze flickers around, falling upon a dark hallway, a few couples already pressed against the walls, lost in each other, the air thick with soft moans and the slick sound of skin on skin.
You take one of his large palms into yours then, tugging him through the crowd of people and into the dimly lit hallway, one of the doors is slightly crooked, and you slide inside tugging him in behind you.
The moment the door is closed he steps into you, your back against the cool wood of the door, his hands come to frame your cheeks beneath your mask. “Lift your arms,” he murmurs.
You obey, raising your arms above your head and resting them against the wall. He watches you for a moment, his blue eyes dark with intent, his hands sliding down your slides, over the lace of your bra to your panties, tugging the lace down your thighs, until they’re on the floor.
He bent his head, his mouth hovering over your skin, his breath hot and damp before he pressed a soft kiss to your skin, then another, lower and lower until he pressed a kiss against your clit, his tongue flicking out, darting between your folds tasting you.
You shiver, fingers curling against the door. “Please.”
A low growl rumbled in his chest - satisfaction, pleasure as he sank to his knees fully, looking up at you with that same lazy smile that always made your heart do flips. His mouth returned to your skin, teasing you by kissing a trail from your hip down to the inside of your thighs, teeth grazing your sensitive flesh.
“Good girl,” he murmured against your skin.
His hands slide up your sides, grabbing your hips fully and pushing your cunt against his face.
The first touch of his tongue was a shock of pure electric pleasure. Satoru was slow and deliberate, his tongue traced every fold, every sensitive curve of your slick cunt. He found the tight bundle of nerves at your apex and circled it, first with the tip of his tongue, then with the flat of it in broad, languid strokes that had your hips rocking against his mouth. Soft, helpless sounds escaped your lips, breathy whimpers and choked gasps that you couldn't contain leaving you with each movement.
Your fingers curled against the door, a desperate effort to follow his command as your body screamed to touch him, to bury your hands in his snow-white hair.
“Come on, don't hold back those pretty moans for me,” he murmured, pulling back for a moment to grin at you.
He brought a hand up, his fingers joining the exquisite torture. He slid one long finger inside you, then another, his mouth finding your clit again, focusing on it as his fingers curled inside of you, finding that perfect spot that made stars bloom behind your eyelids.
The rhythm of his hand and his tongue was utterly devastating. The coil of pleasure in your belly tightened, winding impossibly higher with every pass of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers.
Your arms trembled with the effort of staying still, your nails scraping uselessly against the wood of the door. "Satoru," you gasped, his name a broken prayer on your lips, teetering on the edge of climax.
“Cum for me,” he hummed against you, the vibration that final, devastating push that sent you flying over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you, a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure that left you shaking and breathless. Your back arched off the door, a cry tearing from your throat as he worked you through it, his tongue and fingers drawing out every last shred of ecstasy until you were utterly spent.
Only then did he pull away, pressing a soft, final kiss to your trembling thigh. He looked up at you, his face glistening, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He rose slowly to his feet, his body brushing against yours as he leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, possessive kiss, letting you taste your own pleasure on his tongue.
"See?" he murmured against your mouth, his voice a low, triumphant rumble. "I told you to keep your hands up."
“What about you?” you whisper, your voice husky, “I want to see you too,”
A glint of predatory amusement lit his eyes from behind the mask. He took a deliberate step back, creating a sliver of space between you. His gaze was locked on yours as his fingers went to the button of his black trousers pulling them apart enough to reveal the rigid, thick line of his cock straining against the thin barrier of his briefs, a small, darkening circle of pre-cum already blooming at the tip.
“Happy?” he asks, his tone laced with amusement.
You shake your head. “Don’t, tease me, I said all of you.” you breathed, the words barely audible.
He pushes his trousers and briefs down his hips in one smooth motion, freeing himself. He was thick, intimidatingly so, flushed a deep, angry pink and curving upward. A bead of pre welling at the slit, catching the low light. You couldn't tear your eyes away, mesmerized by the sheer, frustrating beauty of him.
"I don't think it'll fit," you whispered, the admission a tremor in your voice as you finally managed to drag your gaze back to his.
Satoru closed the distance again, his bare skin a brand of heat against yours. He wrapped a hand around his impressive length, stroking it slowly from base to tip, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'll make it fit," he promised, his grin wide. "Don't you worry, sweetheart."
You nodded your head, already feeling dizzy at the idea that that monster would fit inside of you.
He leaned in, his lips brushing yours. “Touch me, feel how hard I am for you.”
Your hand trembled as you reached down, your fingers closing around his heated flesh. The sheer girth of him in your palm felt impossible. Taking a shaky breath, you stroked him once, then twice, feeling him throb in your hand.
A sinfully low groan escaped his plump lips, his fingers catching your wrist. “Turn around for me sweetheart,”
You turned, pressing your palms flat against the cool smooth surface of the wood. Behind you, Satoru’s hips molded against the curve of your ass, his cock sliding slowly through the cleft, a satisfied hum rumbling in his chest. His hands trailed down your shoulders to your ribs, brushing against the soft skin of your hips until his palms found your ass cheeks, He pulled them apart, exposing your cunt completely to his gaze, and you felt the cool air kiss your slick, wet flesh.
"Good," he whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive nape of your neck. "You're so ready for me." One hand anchored itself firmly on your hip, while the other slid between your legs to press against your clit, making you jolt and gasp. "If it's too much, you just say the word. Got it?"
You nodded, your forehead coming to rest against the solid surface of the door. The distant thump of the party music and the muffled sounds of other partygoers faded into a meaningless, discordant hum. All that mattered was his touch, the ghost of his breath on your neck, and the exquisite sensation of his cock finally sliding between your slick, swollen folds.
He pushed into you slowly, a deliberate, inch-by-inch invasion that stretched you, filled you so completely you thought you might break. It left you utterly breathless, your hands scrabbling uselessly against the wood for purchase. A desperate whine escaped your lips, a plea for more, for him to move.
"Fuck, sweetheart," his voice was hot and ragged against your ear. "You feel perfect." He paused, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust. "Let me make you feel good, yeah?"
You bit your lip, nodding frantically.
When Satoru finally began to move, you whined again, a high, broken sound. His pace was slow and devastatingly deep, each measured push of his cock hitting a place so deep inside you it made you see stars. It was as if every thrust was deliberately designed to unravel you, to drive you utterly insane with pleasure until there was nothing left but the feeling of him.
“Harder,” you begged, your lashes damp with tears.
Satoru’s grip on your hip tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he obliged you, slamming into you with a force that drove the air from your lungs. Each thrust a deep and pushing. His rhythm has you seeing white behind your closed eyelids, the door rattling on its hinges, the noise secondary to the overwhelming pleasure coiling tight in your belly.
“Like that?” he growls in your ear. “You want it even harder, sweetheart?”
You couldn't form words, only a choked, desperate sob that was your answer. Your body did the begging for you, pushing back against him, meeting his punishing rhythm.
"That's it," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural rasp that vibrated through your entire body. "Let go. Cum for me, sweetheart, please."
The coil in your belly snapped, and your orgasm tore through you, your vision blanking as a sharp cry ripped from your throat as your entire body shook, your inner walls clamping down around him in rhythmic, pulsing waves, your mind blissfully blank, the world dissolving into nothing but pure, ecstasy.
Your release pushed him over the edge with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and stilled. A deep, guttural groan tore from his chest as he pulsed inside you, the hot, thick flood of his release warming your insides. He stayed there for a long moment, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his ragged breaths mingling with your own as you both trembled in the aftermath.
Slowly, carefully, he pulled out, leaving you feeling empty. You felt his hands on your arms, turning you gently to face him. He leaned down, his lips finding your forehead, just above your mask in a kiss that was impossibly soft, a stark, tender contrast to the raw, primal intensity of moments before. It was a sweet, reverent gesture that made your chest ache with an emotion far more dangerous than lust.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "You okay?" he whispered, his voice now soft, the harsh edge completely gone.
You nodded, your fingers trembling as you fisted the fabric of his shirt and pulled him down into a kiss.
Satoru sighed softly against your lips, a sound of pure. He leaned into it, meeting your hunger with his own, his hands on your hips no longer gripping but guiding, steering you with impossible gentleness toward the couch. He eased you down onto the plush velvet, his movements careful, reverent, before finally pulling away.
A tired, satisfied smile played on your lips as you looked up at him. "I've wanted you since I walked into your lecture five years ago," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper. "I was twenty, wearing that stupid turtleneck, and you were talking about quantum entanglement as if it were simple poetry and not advanced physics." You reached out, your fingers finding the edge of his mask and pushing it up onto his head, finally revealing his beautiful face properly for the first time since that afternoon.
"Is that right?" he asked, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he returned the gesture, carefully pulling your mask off and placing it beside his on the sofa.
"You have no idea," you continued, your thumb tracing the fine lines at the corners of his eyes. "Every lecture, every office hour, every time I'd visit just to ask a question I already understood the answer to... I'd look at you and imagine you fucking me over your desk, pushing me against that stupid whiteboard." Your lip caught between your teeth. "I'm a total freak for you, professor."
"You're going to be the death of me," he whispered, leaning in to kiss you again, slowly this time, savoring the taste of you on his lips. "My brilliant, beautiful, and depraved student... what am I going to do with you?"
You grinned, stealing a quick peck from his lips. "Your turn. Tell me what you imagined."
Satoru’s eyes gleamed. His finger caught under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze as he gracefully sank to his knees before you. "You in the front row of my lecture hall," he began, his voice low. "Taking notes like you always do, my little star." He let out a shaky breath. "I'd call on you to answer a question about angular momentum, and you'd get it wrong on purpose."
You shivered, your tongue darting out to wet your lower lip.
"Then I'd keep you after class," Satoru continued, his lips brushing your temple. "Tell you to come to my office for extra help. You'd sit in that chair at my desk, looking so pretty. I'd stand behind you, lean over your shoulder, my hand on your thigh as I ask you if you ever truly understood the concept of friction."
You nodded, wanting more, needing him to continue.
"And you'd say no," he murmured, pressing a kiss against your jaw. "So I'd demonstrate. My hand sliding between your thighs, and you'd be wet already, just from my voice, from the idea of me. And I'd tell you that physics is all about applied forces." Another kiss, this one on your pulse point, made you shiver again. "And then I'd bend you over my desk and fuck you until you can't remember your own name."
Your fingers trailed across the strong column of his neck and over his shoulders, the fantasy sending another jolt of pure arousal through your body. "I have more," you admitted, your voice dropping. "But they're worse. I don't want to scare you away."
Satoru’s expression shifted, a flicker of disbelief and raw hunger in his eyes. He caught one of your hands, bringing your wrist to his lips to press a soft, lingering kiss to your palm. "Scare me off, sweetheart?" he chuckled, the sound a low rumble. "I'm divorced. I've sat through faculty meetings that have lasted more than six hours. I'm sure whatever you think is going to scare me will be nothing."
You took a steadying breath, your heart hammering against your ribs. "In your office, after hours," you whispered. "You'd have me on my knees, a collar around my neck, and you'd hold the leash in one hand and grade papers with the other." You shivered, your lips parting as the image consumed you. "All while you fuck my mouth. And whenever I start to slow down, you'd pull the leash tighter."
Satoru groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure need. His forehead dropped to your shoulder. "Fuck, sweetheart."
"And after," you continued, emboldened by his visceral reaction, "you'd bend me over the desk and spank me for the amount of times you had to pull on the leash, until I cry. Then you'd fuck me raw and call me your good girl."
He pulled back then, his eyes blazing with an intensity that was almost frightening. "You..." he trailed off, taking a shuddering breath as if trying to regain control. "Are going to be the absolute death of me."
For a long moment, Satoru just stared at you, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. He looked utterly wrecked, completely undone by your words. ‘We’ll make it happen, sweetheart.”
Then, with a sigh that seemed, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours. It wasn't a kiss, but something more intimate, a quiet, grounding moment in the chaos you had both created.
"We should..." he started, then stopped, swallowing hard, "we should get you dressed."
He rose slowly, his movements stiff, and reached down to retrieve the delicate scrap of lace that was your panties from where they'd been discarded on the floor. He knelt before you again, his expression most tender that you had ever seen it, and gently took your ankle, lifting your foot. The gesture was so surprisingly sweet, so domestic and reverent, that it sent a fresh wave of emotion through you. He slid the lace up your calf, over your knee, his touch careful and deliberate, as if he were handling something infinitely precious. He settled the fabric back into place, his knuckles brushing against your skin one last time before he stood.
He straightened his own clothes, his movements economical, his back to you for a moment as he seemed to collect himself. When he turned, his mask was back in place, the beautiful, enigmatic stranger once more. But his eyes, even behind the facade, held a new, soft light.
He walked to the door, his hand resting on the handle, but he paused, looking back at you where you still sat on the couch, feeling the phantom ache of him between your thighs.
"I'll see you in class," he said, his voice low and steady, but it wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact, a promise.
He hesitated, his gaze searching yours. "I don't want this to be the last time."
"Me neither," you whispered, the words feeling like they weren't enough to quantify your want.
A flicker of relief and then joy, crossed his features before he masked it. He gave you a single, sharp nod, as if sealing a pact. Then he opened the door and slipped out, closing it softly behind him with a final, decisive click.
You sat there for a long time, the silence of the room pressing in around you, the distant thump of the party now a world away. You stared at the closed door, your body thrumming with a sweet, satisfying soreness, your mind replaying his final words. The night was over, but something else, something terrifying and wonderful, had just begun.
A/N: Thanks for reading!! I have part 2 planned out already and it's WAY kinker than this, I debated putting them both into one one-shot, but it would have ended up being way too long.
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Synopsis: It started with making a panini pressed cheese sandwich in your apartment. It ended without the sandwich being eaten, but a press of another kind.
Word count: 1,600+
Warnings: Toji Fushiguro x afab!gn!reader, mdni, 18+, NSFW, smut, crying, cumming, breeding (mildly mentioned), porn with barely any plot, established rellationship, daddy kink, creampie, glazing, face-fucking (reader receiving), scent kink mentioned, Toji's pubes, sweat, bruising, squirting.
Notes: I have nothing to say aside for there was a craving, and I need to satiate it. For @loganwritesprobably because he deserves it, and @wrennyx because they also need this.
The sizzle of the cheese meeting the top of the panini press caused you to hastily uplift the leaver and pull it out. You hissed as your fingers made contact with the scorching bread, but you grinned at the oozy cheese seeping from the borders of the caramel edges. You sliced the sandwich in half and placed it on the plate, turning off the panini press at the wall and unplugging it, and turning to bring the plate to the table.
As you made a move to take a seat, the front door swung open to reveal your sweat-drenched partner. He made swift work of kicking the door shut with his boot before closing the distance between you. His hands were on your cheeks and tugging you in for a mean kiss before your mind had the information to catch up to where your face was.
“‘Ji, you weren’t meant to be home for-! MMghfph-!” you attempted to get the words out before he was practically grinding your body into his. His strength and control was like no other. His hands were possessive, dragging you into him until your shirt stretched and warped to his will. Toji’s hands were on your skin while his lips marked a trail down your cheek to your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin.
“Bedroom. Now, babe,” his breath fanned over his mark, his saliva cooling your skin where he burnt his kiss into, “Don’t question. Just do.” Slapping your ass harshly, you jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist. You tugged his shirt over his head just as he began moving you towards your shared room together. His back was bruised, silvery scars littering his skin that aged with his body alongside ones of fresh fighting.
“You’re hurt,” you protested, “You need to re-, OUCH-!” Toji bit at your skin hard while his hands began to move. He crossed over the threshold of your bedroom door as his digits slipped into the front of your pants. You whined as soon as his thick fingers slid along the seam of your cunt, mind pleasantly fuzzy at the edges and simply giving into him.
“I don’t care,” Toji replied as he eased you onto the bed. His hands left you and immediately tugged at your pants to slide them with ease away from your form. “Your job is to have me forget about it. You gonna do that for me, babe? Hm?” He threw your pants on the ground and stood over you like a predator eyeing up his caught prey.
The outline of his engorged cock had your lips salivating and cunt immediately fluttering around nothing. All you could do was nod dumbly while leaning on your elbows by your chest. Toji smirked and palmed himself over his pants while you locked your knees together to grind your core against itself. There was something about the way he took control, that look in his eyes with a feral edge to its brim.
“Come suck it for me, then,” he tilted his chin at you, “Come on. Edge of the bed.” You wasted no time in quickly sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed and laying on your stomach. You balanced your weight on one elbow while you helped guide his cock out of his pants. The thick length of his cock sprung as you freed it, slapping himself in the belly where the small tuft of hair bled down from his bellybutton to his crotch.
Lulling out your tongue, you rolled his tip around to collect his precum while whining at his scent. The musk of overexertion and work was only growing thicker the slower you took more of him into your mouth. You always took your time with him, ears pricking at the corners for every soft exhale befalling from his scarred lips. When your nose finally met his base and bobbed back for air, you kept your mouth open to see the strings of your saliva still connecting to his cock and your lips.
“That’s my good little slut,” he praised you, bringing down his hand and slowly caressing your jaw, “Back on it now, babe. All the way back down.” He guided your lips back to his cock until your nose brushed with the wiry hairs at his base and overwhelmed you with his thickness until your throat closed around its mass. Your eyes pricked at the corners while saliva attempted to pool in your throat to ease it down.
Toji’s soft gasps were enough to have your throat slowly relaxing around him. You brought your other hand to the base of his cock, gently rolling back his foreskin in time to your lips bobbing around his length as you gazed up at him with rounded eyes to check in with him. In lieu of his usual encouraging gratitude, all you witnessed was that darkness in his gaze that curdled your belly and caused arousal to pool immediately from your cunt.
That dark glint never left him. Not from his hand carving a trail to the back of your head to push you further down his cock. Not from his hips locking into a brutal pace and rutting into your throat. Not from his gasps turning into groans and growls in time with every brutal rock. Your eyes watered and pleaded with him while you struggled to keep up, prompting Toji to use his other hand to lock your arms behind your back and fuck your face until he twitched in time with his in-thrusts.
“That’s it, slut,” Toji grunted out with a messy groan following, “Mghhn-, that’s it. Gonna cum. Gonna cum in that tight little throat. You want that, don’t you? You want my cum, hm?” Your soft sobs were exchanged for a vocal struggle to breathe and talk, but your cunt continued to drip onto the linen beneath you while that helplessness sat in the pit of your belly.
Toji’s hips turned languid and feral, hitting a point in the base of your throat before he pulled his cock completely out of your lips. He released your head and your arms and stroked his cock frantically until ribbons of thick cum shot out onto your forehead and cheeks, his groans sounding closer to your name with every uncoiled release of his pearlescent viscosity.
“Heh, look at you, slut. Fuck,” he growled at you while chuckling darkly, “Fuck, look at that face. Eyes up, sugar.” He reached down and tapped your chin, guiding your eyes up and beaming down at you. Your eyes were wet, lips swollen, and cheeks red from his brutality - yet glazed over as if you’d empathetically met your own release. “Open.”
That command was the only words you needed to expand your jaw one last time while Toji thumbed at his own release, smearing it around your skin before placing it on your tongue. Swiping against your porous muscle, you began sucking on his digit without any prompting. Toji groaned, his cock twitching and dribbling a few strands of sticky cum onto the floor below the bed at the sight of you continuing to worship him despite his brutality. He groaned while his eyes grew half lidded, all of which served to surge him forwards and pick you up with his impressive strength and lay you on your back.
“Did so good,” he whispered into your body, moving down your chest and pressing a kiss to your thigh, “Gonna return the favor now. You just sit still n’ let me handle it.” Toji pressed his palm flat on your belly and encouraged your thighs over his shoulders. He parted his lips and licked a slow stripe up from your entrance to your clit before pulling away, “And what do we say?”
“Th-...” you croaked out, your throat tasting that metallic tang of stretched muscle with every breath. You soundlessly whimpered before managing to coax out, “Thank you, daddy.”
“That’s my dear little thing,” he cooed up at you, “Daddy’s gonna make his little slut cum and then go halves in that sandwich I saw.” His breath warmed your core as he sank back down, huffing at your flesh while chuckling softly, “You’re so fuckin’ wet, babe. I think I can get three outta you without much trouble. You want that, hm? Wanna cum on daddy’s face before sharing your sandwich with him?”
“Yes, daddy,” you whined and rocked into his face gently, “Please. Please-!” The last small plea choked out of your throat before he ripped a loud wine from you. His scarred lips latched on your clit and suckled at the sensitive muscle while rolling it beneath his tongue. With your back bowing off the bed, you felt yourself unbelievably close to ecstasy.
Before Toji had an opportunity to tease or taunt you further, you felt that familiar pull that had your body immediately meet its rapture as soon as he groaned against you. The vibrations of his lips had your body respond immediately. Already worked up from him using you while guiding your every action, your orgasm erupted into his face while he chuckled down at you.
“Damn, baby. You were as pent up as I was,” Toji exclaimed while pulling away from you, “Alright. One more, then the sandwich. That one came outta nowhere, babe. Come on, let me work out another.” You had no choice, despite him offering them to you by checking in periodically. You simply nodded and allowed Toji to take all control and play your body like a marionette dancing just for him.
As he continued to bring in the promise of just one more another three times, the sandwich was long since forgotten. By the time your body was folded in half, knees to shoulders and his cock bullying your g-spot until your release coated his pubes with a rushing squirt, and Toji emptying his balls inside you, you both finally remembered the panini now cold and lonely on the table. With glassy eyes and salty streaks coating your cheeks, you looked up at him with all the awe you could muster while he kissed your tears away.
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Synopsis: There’s been a hole slowly forming the wall of your apartment, the one that connects you to your neighbour. It was a non-issue really, you’d hardly noticed it until it was huge. The landlord is ignoring your calls, and everything comes to a head when you drop into bed one day, only to notice a cock poking through the hole
Tags/Warnings: Toji/GN!Reader, neighhbour!Toji, smut, glory hole, sex with a stranger, praise, degredation
Word Count: 1551
You’d not even noticed it at first, you were too busy just barely surviving. Your apartment was run down, you were running on fumes because of work. Most days you were only in your room for seven hours at most, spent sleeping between shifts. So of course you didn’t notice it. Not until it was big enough that you could see through into your neighbours apartment, which of course also meant that your neighbour could see into your apartment, and the hole led to your bedroom.
You spent a week changing away from the hole, just in case. It led into your neighbour’s living room, so it wasn’t even mutually assured destruction, which you would’ve much preferred. At least you could change in the bathroom, out of the way, and not have to worry about being seen. But, it continued to grow. You weren’t sure how it was happening, but you were firmly over it. This was one thing you wouldn’t let your landlord ignore.
So you called, and you called, and you called. You either went to voicemail, or your landlord promised he was working on it. Finding a reliable contractor, getting materials, putting the money together - he had more excuses than you were willing to tolerate. You were on the brink of calling the city about it to report him, because it was a structural issue as well as a privacy one.
You tossed your button up aside, leaving behind the tight t-shirt you’d been wearing beneath, and passed through to your en-suite to change into your pyjamas. It was habit now, you didn’t even glance at the hole as you passed by. When you returned from the bathroom, you dropped onto your bed heavily with a sigh, dropping your phone onto your bedside table. When you fell backward to lay down, you saw something from the corner of your eye that made you double take.
The hole was in the wall your headboard was pushed against, meaning if something were to push through it, it’d be visible just from the corner of your eye, and roughly at eye level. Which is why you caught it so quickly, that your neighbour had apparently poked his cock through the hole.
You were stunned. It was the sort of thing that never happened in real life, just in pornos or hentai, and yet there you were looking at it. It was undoubtedly real, you didn’t need to look too hard for that, but you just couldn’t stop staring.
“Can feel ya lookin’ at it. Come on. Give it a taste, doll.” You should be horrified, maybe repulsed, and yet there you were, tempted by his suggestion. It had been too long since you’d gotten laid, if you were truly considering agreeing. Yet, you’d seen your neighbour before - he wasn’t an unattractive man. If he propositioned you in the elevator, you couldn’t be sure you’d say no. And, in terms of cocks you’d seen, his was actually.. not ugly. You wouldn't go so far as to say pretty, but it was far from the ugliest that you’d seen. So, despite all your better judgement, you shifted from your bed and knelt down in front of the wall.
You felt ridiculous, kneeling there looking up at a cock in your bedroom wall, and yet you were so into it. You pushed a hand into your sleep pants to touch yourself, while with the other you gripped the cock in front of you, leaning in to lick the tip.
“Fuckk- that’s it. Knew you were a slut.” The voice praised, and usually you wouldn’t let some guy you’d never spoken to past pleasantries talk to you like that, but somehow when he said it, it was hot. You said nothing, just adjusted your position to spread your knees further, then sucked the tip between your lips, circling your tongue around it. You heard it as his hand, or maybe his forehead, hit the wall, a sign that he was enjoying this just as much as you.
“Been too fuckin’ long. Go on, like that, doll.” He grunted out, the sound muffled by his close proximity to the wall. You pulled your hand from your pants to get the lube from your bedside table, glad it was on the same side as you. You continued suckling on his tip, and removed your hand from his cock to pour some lube onto your fingers. You began to take him deeper slowly as you reached back into your pants to wet your hole, eager to help ease the way so you could fuck yourself in time with your sucking, like he was here fucking you rather than in his own apartment.
“Was that lube? Shit, don’t tell me you’re touchin’ yourself? You really are a- fuck- slut, aren’t you? Fuck, go on then. Bet you’re imagining this cock inside you.” He said with a laugh that was deep and syrupy like sin. You’d love to hear him talk like that right against your ear as he fucked into you, hard and fast because he just seemed like the type to like it like that.
Just as you reached the bottom of his cock, your two fingers bottomed out inside you. You began to scissor them out, stretching you. Once you’d helped your neighbour, you had a vague plan to dig up your dildo and use that on yourself. Your fingers alone hadn’t been enough for a long while. He grunted, hips stuttering, driving his cock further inside your mouth. Of course, you knew you couldn’t truly get to the very base of his cock - the wall was in the way, but for a moment you were sure he wasn’t even giving you everything. You pulled back to look, and decided you were right.
“Give me everything.” You demanded, squeezing his cock slightly with your hand, then went back in to suck him down again, taking as much as he’d give you.
“Can’t fuck that pretty throat if I’ve got nowhere to move.” He replied casually, then again gave another shallow thrust, pushing deeper into your throat. You clenched around your fingers, surprised by just how much the scenario was turning you on.
Maybe you were glad the landlord had been dodging you.
Between the two of you, it didn’t take long to find a rhythm you both enjoyed. Which was to say, you pressed up against the wall to let your neighbour destroy your throat while you desperately fingered your hole. It wasn’t pretty, but it didn’t need to be, as long as it was getting you off.
You moaned around his cock, making him do the same in response, the vibrations of your throat creating a new level of pleasure for him. Between grunts and moans, he’d compliment and degrade you in equal parts. You hadn’t even known you were into that until he did it - or maybe it was just the sound of his voice that was turning you on. You’d have sex with just his voice.
“Fuck, you’re lovin’ this. Should’a done this sooner, the second I would’a fit. Bet I’ll come home tomorrow to find you already waitin’ for another load.” Would he? Though his words were degrading, you found some truth in them, because you’d absolutely like to do this again. Or maybe you’d prefer him to come home to your apartment and bend you over a surface of his choice. You weren’t picky.
You keened as your orgasm drew closer, catching you entirely by surprise. It felt so good, your hole tight around your fingers, practically riding them as you desperately chased that high, eager to cum while your neighbour, whose name you still didn’t even know, fucked your throat like he owned it.
“You gonna cum? Shit maybe I should come round there so I can watch, ey? Bet you’re- hn- a fuckin’ mess.” He said, chuckling, though that was quickly interrupted with a moan.
“Go on then, slut. Cum from sucking a stranger’s cock. Then I’ll fill your mouth. Go on.” He urged, and like a snake drawn to a charmer, your body obeyed. You’d not even been close enough for it to be coincidence, it was like his demand had drawn the pleasure from you and sent you hurtling over the edge to an earth shattering orgasm. You’d not cum like that since you’d bought your first toy, and even then, it might’ve been better. It’d come from nowhere and entirely overwhelmed you. You only came back to yourself as the taste of cum filled your mouth, making you whine. How did he even taste good?
You pulled back to swallow, then licked him clean, fingers still inside your twitching hole.
“Not half bad. Next time, I’ll come ‘round there and ruin you properly, yeah? Call this the appetizer. See you soon doll.” He pulled his cock from the wall, and you watched as he walked away, admiring him shamelessly. He was entirely nude, showing off his entire body without hesitation. He was huge, bigger than you could’ve handled without the wall in the way, and his back and chest were slightly scarred. He turned back with a smirk and winked at you, then he slipped into a room, out of your sight.
You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
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