heian sukuna would love a fat wife. nsfw 18+ mdni. mlist
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he reveres each roll, each plump curve as a sign of wealth and prosperity. he’s not materialistic, nor is he one to care for societies opinions in the slightest, but he’s also not blind to the way people stare, and the way that they talk. if nothing else, he’s prideful - and that pride filters down to his wife, for is she not an extension of him? irrevocably his in the same way the fresh buds blooming in the garden are, etched in his image like the gilded halls of his temple. belonging to him as innately as each of his muscled limbs do.
he hears the servants chatter; look how well fed the kings darling pet is, how cared for and doted on she must be. their eyes follow you as you walk, delicate and barefooted, draped in the finest silks and jewels. freshly bathed and painted in a healthy flush, with your skin oiled and glowing as you lounge and eat freshly picked fruits from the garden. you eat with fervour, with pleasure, letting the sweet juice coat your fingers, slip in glistening dribbles down your chin and past the dip of your throat until he prowls across the garden and licks you clean, one great hand planted firmly over the swell of your belly.
he keeps you that way, pampered and plump and fertile. well fed and well bred always.
autumn harvest offerings with heian era!sukuna who wants to slaughter everyone, but your tea is more important
fluff
the village elders are kneeling in the mud outside the palace gates, their foreheads pressed flat against the earth, weeping as they offer up the autumn harvest. they have brought baskets of rice, rare mountain herbs, and a single, polished silver mirror meant to reflect the face of a god.
sukuna is sitting on his outdoor veranda, one leg hooked over the wooden railing, completely ignoring them while he picks at his fingernails with a small, curved dagger. he looks thoroughly bored by their terror.
you step out onto the porch, carrying a small wooden tray with his afternoon tea, your bare feet padding softly against the cypress wood.
the second your shadow falls over his lap, the king of curses completely freezes. the lazy, indifferent slouch disappears instantly. his four eyes snap upward, locking onto your face with a sudden, hyper-focused intensity that makes the kneeling villagers outside gasp in terror.
“you.. you’re late,” he grunts, though his lower right hand is already reaching out to steady the tray so you don’t drop it.
“the water took time to boil, ‘kuna,” you say quietly, sitting down cross-legged right beside his hip.
sukuna doesn’t touch the tea. instead, he sets the dagger down, his massive, claw-tipped upper hand reaching out to gently, deliberately catch the hem of your sleeve. with a slow, unyielding pull, he drags you across the mats until your side is pressed completely flush against his thigh. he reaches down, his large fingers catching the small of your back and lifting you until you’re sitting directly between his knees, your back resting against his stomach mouth.
he rests his chin heavily on top of your head, two of his arms wrapping around your ribs to hold you still, while his other two hands casually pick up the teacup, holding it to your lips first.
down in the courtyard, one of the elders dares to look up, stammering out a prayer to the ‘benevolent calamity.’ sukuna’s eyes flash with a sudden, vicious malice as he glares over your shoulder at the old man. “look away before i rip your eyes out,” he barks, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly low, protective snarl. he turns his head back, burying his face in your neck with a low, possessive huff, his entire face turning a dark, private red. “they’re loud. drink your tea so i can kill them in peace.”
a/n: heian era sukuna has a special place in my heart
18+ work, MDNI!!!!!
nerd!gojo x arcadeworker!reader
Synopsis: ‘Wonderboy’ as you like to call him—alias Satoru Gojo, absolute nerd—is the "arcade master" that’s been spending an entire week’s paycheck every day, mastering the world of coin-ops, and hoping to beat his one-sided rivalry with Jacker14449, the user with the highest scores in the entire arcade. You’re the part-timer, dealing with whiny kids, spilled drinks, and an immovable Gojo every. Other. Day. Now, just having cut off things with your ex-hookup, you’re dying to relieve some stress. So when Satoru finally beats his unknown opponent after staying an unwelcomed thirty minutes after closing time, you wonder, what else can those hands and fingers do?
or: Nerdjo and Reader hook-up.
Status & Content: oneshot. wc - 5498. female reader, afab reader, modern au, late 1980s - 1990s ish setting, forced proximity, nerdjo!, nerdjo is stubborn and annoying, tired and annoyed reader, slightly mean reader, sub!gojo, smut, banter and bickering, nerdjo goes on tangents, porn with plot, virgin gojo, arcade, gaming gojo, beginning drags for a little bit but picks back up again, half smut half dynamic establishing, non canon writing so definitely mischaracterization lol, nerdjo has a crush on you ++ ART BY INKYCK ON INSTA.
“Ma’am, your son doesn’t have enough tickets to get the Donkey Kong stuffed animal.”
You were starting to sound like a broken record.
Unfortunately, the past three times you’d uttered the same sentence out loud didn’t seem to get through the head of the woman who was standing in front of you.
Her lips, a bright scarlet—which would be matte if she hadn’t kept licking her lips in irritation, and pursing them in the most dissatisfied manner—seemed to want to open themselves again to advocate for her excessively annoying kid’s “needs.”
And when you looked at her, deadpanned, you’d even thought to yourself if her frizzy ginger hair was poofing up because of how angry she was getting at both: you not giving her son a Donkey Kong plush and her child, not giving it up.
“Girl!” She shouted. Not in an endearing way, but very much with an accusatory inflection. “Just give it to us! We’re only missing a couple of tickets!”
The ticket counter machine to your right displayed a bright green 112 in the middle. The Donkey Kong was 600 tickets.
“Ma’am, again, your son doesn’t have enough tickets. You’re under by 488,” you mumble, yawning as the lady in front of you urges her son to stop crawling on the floor to find the lost Pac-Man figurine he’d dropped on the floor. “If you’d like to pay the equivalent of seventy dollars, the monkey will gladly be handed over to you. Otherwise, your son can pick a prize that’s actually in his budget.”
You gesture toward the small slinkies, expired candies, and plastic toys in the glass box beneath you, labeled with “50”, “60”, and a few “90”s in there.
The woman looks you up and down, groans once more, before lifting her child off the ground as she snatches her purse off the counter.
“You cheap fucks!” She fumed, before looking you dead straight in the eye with a demeaning glare. “Fuck this place, and you! Johnny, we’re not coming back here, you hear me?! Don’t even think about ever…”
As her voice trails out of the store, you roll a groan out of your throat.
Another day, at your stupid part-time job, dealing with blazing karens, annoying lines of people dying to insert coins (hell, why the fuck did so many people like the arcades?!), and piles of tickets stacked onto the counter that your boss would make you refold, flatten, and put them back into the machines to “save costs”.
Which you honestly thought was waste of time—and he was an idiot.
But that wasn’t even the worst of it. The worst of it all, was waiting for him to finish his games.
“Wonderboy”—or Satoru if you felt nice some days.
Avid arcade gamer, stubborn nerd—he just happened to be there every other day. Same time as your boring shifts, ready to bust out a controller and a plastic bag of coins before humming along to Pac-Man Fever on repeat, over, and over again.
God. A total nerd.
Not like you had anything against them—you were friends with plenty of nerds! Hell, you might’ve been one a little bit yourself.
But Satoru was so annoying. You think it’d take you less effort to completely clean the entire arcade than get him to leave before closing hours, which, news flash! It does! And it’s a regular occurrence for both of you!
You also don’t think Satoru really picked up on the fact that the nickname was supposed to be some sort of indirect diss at him. He probably assumed you thought he was a genius.
Even though you were shocked that he learned how to beat Defender in less than two hours, it wasn’t like you thought he was that smart or anything. Sure, he looked like a nerd, but not all of them were really that intelligent.
If anything, he’d probably jerk off to Chun-Li at three in the morning after spending hours on perfecting Tetris rolling. Though, those were all speculations.
But that was your point. Satoru Gojo was a smidge of a wonder, and someone you couldn’t really figure out because all he liked to do was keep his head, hooked to the screen in front of him. And, part of it was also because Wonderboy was your ex-hookup’s favorite game (fuck that man and his crazy, big dick!)
And yeah! You were being petty—no doubt about that! Had Satoru started his overtime gaming shenanigans while you were still fucking your hookup, you would’ve never batted an eye! But instead, he butted his way into your closing shift, determined to take down his one-sided rivalry with the leaderboard player in all of the arcade games. And, very unfortunately, after your hookup ghosted you for over a week, practically taunting you that you weren’t getting laid because you were stuck dealing with his hobbies.
Just amazing.
And now, as always, when you start your closing shift, Satoru still doesn’t bat an eye at you locking up the doors, flipping signs over, dragging a full cart over to the arcade machines, or releasing the coins from the machines into the buckets in front of them.
As you’re there at Space Invaders, clearing out the profits of the day, hoping to really stare a hole into his head, Satoru Gojo refuses to move an inch.
“Hey, Wonderboy! It’s closing time—”
“Yeahyeahyeah—wait! I’m almost there, Y/n. Give me, like, two minutes! Here—tip! Take it!” He mumbles rapidly, throwing a ten-dollar bill in your direction, then swiftly returning to maneuver his fingers around the red and blue controls beneath him.
You poke your tongue between the folds of your cheek with an extreme eyeroll.
Then, there’s Jacker14449—the bane of Satoru Gojo’s existence. Titled best player holder in your quaint little arcade, who made Satoru very unhappy. All because his nerdy ego couldn’t take someone having a higher score than him.
“Well, it’s not exactly an ego thing. I just wanna beat them, ya’know? Like, it’s something worth bettering me for. If I’m not the best in my own neighborhood, how can I even be considered to be one of the better ones in the real world?”
See?
Exactly your point.
Was Donkey Kong really that serious? To be so fixed in front of a screen like that, you didn’t even bother to leave when a store closed?
“Look, I’m not saying it again! You better be out before I finish cleaning up, or I’m seriously banning you from here.”
“Yeah—yeah, yeah, I know! I’m almost done figuring out this trick,” Satoru quipped through his teeth, “You go! I’ll be out before you even see me again!”
By now, you’d know that was a total lie.
But today, you decide to choose peace. And, at least finish work before you lash out all our anger on him and then end up too tired to actually clean up the place (you did that last week and got a scolding).
Machine after machine, you collected coins, then moved them to the office room. You counted the cash and checked that the back door was completely locked. You went through your routine, slow, with the sound of pings and spamming buttons, and Satoru’s grunts and groans filling the air.
Yet finally, when you made your round trip back, ready to shut off the power entirely, Satoru is still perched on Donkey Kong with an intense furrow of his eyebrows on his face, completely going back on his word, once again.
But call it an excuse to take it out on him.
“Gojo, get the fuck out before I call the cops. It’s almost twelve in the morning—I have things to do tomorrow!”
“Wait,” Satoru urges, “I’m so close—Y/n! Come—-come! LOOK!!”
You don’t even want to approach him.
But you figure if he doesn’t listen, you might as well drag him out. Rolling your eyes while he spams a few more buttons, and you catch a glimpse of his last play.
Feverishly jolting the black joystick in his left hand, and his middle and ring fingers jutting at the blue buttons at an abnormal speed, he’s smashing through pixel barrels and jumping up the ladders.
And skillfully climbing the levels, as you see his high score inching closer and closer to beating the high score of 512929.
Before you know it, the game shines a beeping “GAME OVER!” before he reaches the top, as he finally throws his hands in the air triumphantly.
And he starts laughing.
“HOLY—did you see that? I beat ‘em—I beat Jacker! The last play was a total gamble! I didn’t think it’d actually work—you know how in Donkey Kong the last level is the kill screen? Well, I finally figured out a strategy that had all the chances of beating the highscore by at least five thousand points—” Satoru rambled, anxiously flexing and unflexing his fingers, before wincing in his thumb and pointer finger. “Shit, finger cramp!”
You honestly stifle a laugh.
He’s so nerdy and so dramatic, it almost kills you.
You spare a glance over at the leaderboard—which now displays THESTRONGEST677 with a highscore of 528109 right next to it—before crossing your arms as he prepares to sling a backpack over his shoulder.
“Look, Wonderboy—listen,” you emphasize, groaning out your complaint, “You can’t be doing this every day; this is ridiculous!!! Don’t have classes and homework? Like, why—what—why do you have so much free time?! Seriously—you’re twenty and coming over here to play every day! Go get laid or something!!”
Satoru shifts a bit in his stance, left finger stretching against the bottom strap of his backpack as he picks his ear.
You know it’s not your first time nagging his selective hearing about spending too much time the arcade—you practically sounded like his mom—but, really! He was totally taking advantage of you!
“W-well…I mean—yeah! I have classes, obviously. They’re just not really classes I needa study all the time for, ya’know? Like, don’t you have those?”
“No.” You deadpan. “I don’t. And honestly, it doesn’t really matter. I’m seriously tired of you delaying my closing shift all ‘cause you wanna dominate some random high score? God, like—what are you even taking to be gaming instead of studying or working a job?”
Satoru’s eyes widen at your word choice, but then he laughs.
“Hey! I do have a job, and I do study! I just like to game ‘cause it’s fun. And I kinda get to apply abstract algebra when I play games here, yeah? But, you totally think I’m dumb, don’t you?” Satoru laughs, leaning down to peer at you above his rimmed glasses.
You scoff at his observation, pursing your lips as your head tilts to the side. “I do! You’re here even after I tell you to leave, like, five—bajllion times! And you never listen,” you almost shout, evidently showing how much you were very much not holding anything back anymore.
Satoru’s expression morphs into something sheepish, avoiding looking directly at you as he rubs the back of his neck.
“I’m sorry,” he croaked out, tinges of guilt behind his words.
Oh, god. Now you were feeling a little bad for lashing out at him.
You swallow, exhaling the last of your frustration as you lift your workshirt over your head, bundling it up in your hands, revealing a fitted black tank top underneath.
“Whatever.”
You don’t spare him another glance while you’re walking back to the office room.
“L-look! I know I was being a little annoying—no, scratch that—really annoying about staying late, but I’ll make it up to you!” Satoru chirped, hands roaming up and down his backpack straps, “Look—besides, I totally owe that win to you. You’re, like, a godsend! That play was insane—I don’t even think I could’ve gotten to that point if I weren’t already reaching some sort of flow state. And the first time you came over—okay, yeah, sorry. I’m rambling. But the point is, I’ll do anything you want. Just say it!”
You stop in your tracks, turning to face him, crinkling your nose while he’s in front of you, nervously avoiding eye contact with you.
A tinge of pink surfaced behind his cheeks.
“You’ll do anything?” You scoffed.
“Yes! No arguments, no complaints, no nothing. I-I’ll do it! Clean the arcade with you for a whole week if you want—side to side—I’ll bring you dinner and take you out to a nice restaurant. I can listen to you rant about me to myself or whatever—maybe? If you want?”
You’re still too annoyed at him to really think about his offer. As he releases the straps of the backpack from his shoulder, you suddenly catch a glimpse of something that reminds you you’re fucking horny.
He rolls up his sleeves to reveal a pair of veins, bulging from his forearm to his fingers. The top of his hand is flushed, likely from the clicking of the abused arrow button below Donkey Kong’s screen, and the sight of those veins made you swallow.
What the hell?
It was kind of hot.
“Y/n? You don’t have to forgive me or whatnot, but you know if you have anything you wanna ask me for, I’ll do it—no questions asked!”
Honestly, whatever it was he was ranting his mindless nerdy thoughts about, you frankly, weren’t listening. Was it your stress talking, or the fact that you were ovulating, or maybe there wasn’t a particular reason for thinking it—but Satoru was looking a lot cuter than you remember him being.
His blue eyes sparkled with every crinkle of his eyelid, and his pupils, consuming all of it slowly behind his rimmed glasses.
Shining white hair, brushing against his cheek in arcade lighting—fuck, was his nose always that perfect? His cheeks looked so smooth that you could probably lick them and they’d have the same texture as tofu.
Honestly, the bonus was the fact that he was praising you. Sincerely, with everything on the line.
But even thinking all of that, you couldn’t stop seething about him making you stay up late for the past couple of weeks, all just to beat someone in a game. Hell, he needed to be humbled. And you were still horny.
And right now, you’re thinking to yourself—it’s really bad—that maybe, you want Satoru to help you forget about your stress. Like, actually.
“Yeah! But, I’m real thankful for everything—”
“Satoru.”
“Y-yeah?” He swallows, facing back towards you, cheeks warming with a gentle pink.
You’re standing waaaaay too close to him. Closer than you usually ever do if you’re not storming out to throw him out the back door, or leaning in to check on his newest high scores. So close that he notices your cleavage becoming more and more apparent in his peripheral vision.
He shouldn’t be looking at that, but when he looks at your face, you’re looking at him up and down like he’s a piece of meat.
“What—do I have something on my face?” He stumbles out, smoothing his hand around his cheeks.
Other than his perfect face, no—he doesn’t. When you’re this close up to him, you only now realise how big and fit he really was. When you were dragging him out of the arcade with just one hand, you hadn’t noticed how your hands were barely half the size of his bicep. He kept that thing hidden like a diamond in the mud.
Aside from what you know from his annoying stubbornness, Satoru continues to keep you wondering.
What else does he have to offer?
. . .
Apparently, he did have something on his face.
Your lips, probably, and your breath fogging up the glasses on his face like you guys were making out in a hot, steamy sauna room. But reality was, you were just in the office in the back. You told Satoru to just throw a few papers on the floor and move some of the supplies around, then he ended up carrying you over to rest you on the surface, eagerly palming your tit in his left hand as your hands gripped his hair.
“A-are you sure you’re okay with this?” He breathed out through your lips, “I…don’t really do things like this.”
“Yeah—I mean, that’s why I asked you, didn’t I?” You chuckle, thinking you were being pretty clear about your intentions, ”I’ll show you. Now, stop asking questions–you’re gonna make me dry again and piss me off? Do you want that?”
“N-No, I don’t,” Satoru muttered, leaning back in to continue this driving force of passion between his lips.
“‘Kay, then listen and touch me,” you say, holding him back with your knee as you strip your tank top off to reveal a black, laced scoop bra underneath.
His face is so easy to read—especially when his eyes widen like that, and you’re definitely feeling something harden beneath you.
“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, while you guide his hand over to your back.
“Yup, but first—take my bra off. Then do what you were doing before, except on my actual tits. This will make me wet, if you know.”
“Oh—okay. I’ll do that,” he gulps, fumbling with the strap on your back with both of his hands. “Now what? Oh, right—uhm, like this?” He asks, cupping the side of your breast while he starts rubbing your nipples, up and down. “Wow, they’re really soft.”
You glare at him while he works. “Didn’t I say no questions?”
“Y-yeah, sorry!” He stumbles out, seeing you relax your head back. “Does that feel good?”
You hum back a response. “Try circular motions, and a bit of pinching too—oh, yeah. Mmm, yeah, better,” you mumble, looking down at Satoru’s blushing focus on your chest.
“Pull it out.”
Satoru swallows and tilts his head. Did he hear you right?
“Pull it out,” you repeat, gesturing down to his bulging cock, practically begging to be released from the breadth of his pants.
“Wait—it’s embarrassing, though!”
You want to shout at him. “Do you wanna fuck, or not?!”
“YES!! I mean—yeah! If you’re sure.”
You’re getting a little annoyed about his sickly gentleman act. “‘Kay, then take it out. Let me show—hngh—you something,” he pinches your nipples, “I’ll take my pants off too,” you say, unbuttoning the rest of your shorts, blessing his vision with your soaking panties.
God, Satoru couldn’t actually believe this was happening. As much as he’d always thought you were seriously hot, and the reason he also liked coming to the arcade so often, he’d never imagined ever having the possibility of touching you like this.
As he gripped inside his jeans, he presented to you the prettiest cock you’d ever seen in your entire life.
And, holy fuck! He was big.
You gaped your mouth, looking back down at it, then at him. “Holy shit, you’re huge!” you exclaim.
This is nothing like your ex-hookup—in fact, consider it an entire level up!
Yeah, he was 6’3”, boasting biceps double the size of your hands, but, fuck, you didn’t expect him to be that big?
And he’d been hiding that from the public?
You had to applaud yourself for being blessed to witness the first moments with this virgin dick.
“Uhm, thanks! That’s not a bad thing, is it?”
You shake your head.
“Quite the opposite”
Now you’re deciding that there’s really no more point in wasting time. Your pussy was practically aching—pulsing while you were thinking about Satoru shoving that thing in you.
It’d been a good week since you’d last been really fucked by a guy, so you were not giving up this opportunity. Even if it was, Wonderboy.
“Use your fingers, here,” you commanded, moving his right hand down inside your wet underwear, “‘nd come closer.”
Satoru steps in immediately,
“Okay—y-yeah, what do I do—”
Before he can muster out another dumb question, you begin to smooth out the tip with your palm, lathering your fingers from the precum oozing at the top.
“W-wait, hngh—”
“Try putting one in. And move in and out—slowly, until I tell you to go faster,” you mumble, moving your own hands, up and down against his cock while he holds back his moans.
“S-sure,” he breathes out, slowly inserting one of his digits in you.
They’re slightly cold, slender, but long, and, honestly, you even feel your own pussy sucking them in, pooling wet fluids all around his finger as he pumps them in and out of your cunt.
“Y-you know, I’ve always read about how people’s insides are obviously warm because—oh, fuck, that’s good—because your body heat—hnghh!—but, I didn’t think it’d feel this soft,” he rambled, face buried into your shoulder as you played with his cock in your hand.
Even now, he still wanted to make comments like these! You didn’t want to laugh, but seriously, how could he be so annoying?
“Ngh, faster—and ’Toru. Jus’ stop talking,” you mumbled, pushing his shoulders back to make him face you. His glasses were almost going to fall off and were essentially useless, seeing how fogged up they were.
“Yeah—s-sorry.”
As he moves another finger into your hole, stretching out your insides more, you’re starting to really feel it. The friction between his fingers and your slick is seriously building something in you that you’re waiting to save for something better.
Satoru doesn’t really know what takes over him, but he’s feeling real good with your hands slowly tormenting his cock, he can’t really think straight. And when you can’t think, the first thing that overrides is instinct.
Satoru’s first instinct, then, was to recall what he thought made women feel good. And then, remembers that around an inch or two in, was the average woman’s G-spot. And what else could he offer other than the two fingers pumping in you?
The office is so hot. Satoru’s cock feels like it’s being tortured by the slow rubs you give it, but he really doesn’t want to complain again. While your cunt is spread out all pretty and wide in front of him, he quickens his pace, curling his fingers in when it reaches the deepest it can. As your walls clench down on his digits, he’s thinking:
Damn, she looks so fucking sexy.
“Hnghhh, shit—you’re kinda good at this,” you muster out, wrapping your arms around his neck to hoist yourself from slumping against the table under you, “I—ugh, fuckkk—I totally thought you were a virgin!”
“Oh yeah—I am. But, uhm, well—I’ve watched some porn before—and women’s anatomy isn’t the most complicated thing, so figured—hah, fuck!—maybe, this is something you’d like?” he breathes out, “Can you go faster? Feels’good.”
As soon as he says that, he’s really starting to play with your pussy. At that point, your meek hand job (attempt to keep him hard until you were ready to finish) was a goal you’d given up on, and you were doing your best to just get through his intense fingering.
Damn, Satoru! He knew how to learn fast!
“W-wait, Satoru—don’t just—”
Before you can scold him again, he leans his head down to flick his tongue on your clit, watching you jolt.
He’s working like it’s going to cost him his life.
Throbbing cock, still hard, and aching between his hips, fingers folding in to find your spot, all the while lapping his tongue around your sensitive clit while you’re trembling underneath him. It doesn’t take him much to see how much you enjoyed it when you started gripping tufts of his white hair, moaning out his name with no shame.
“You taste good,” he vibrates into your clit, feeling your whimpers.
“Hah, ohhhh god! ‘Toru, I’m g’na cum—shit,” you mewl, rutting your hips as he quickened his pace, feeling a coil continuing to tighten in your lower stomach “don’t d-do that! Seriously, ‘Toru—I’m gonna kill you!”
Then it comes crashing out—waves of pussy clamping and euphoria crashed down, pumping as he continued sucking your slick through your high. Satoru groaned as he felt his own cock release his own ropes of cum onto the floor beneath him.
You twitched, gripping his hair so hard you were scared to have ripped any of his hair out.
“Fuck,” you muster out, heaving as you watch Satoru blush up at you, glasses falling down his nose again, as you see his face covered in your cum.
“I-I’m sorry,” he protested, “I just thought you were feeling—”
“Sit in the chair,” you commanded, shoving him onto the office chair behind him, as you climbed off the table.
“I’m serious! I-I’m sorry! Please, don’t kill me, “ he pleads with you.
But you’re too busy thinking about how Satoru might just be it, and climb on top of him.
“You’re gonna get hard again.”
Satoru widens his eyes, seeing you lean back in to crash your lips into his, grinding your clothed cunt back on his resting dick. God, Satoru was seriously going to lose his mind over this.
As he opened his mouth for your sloppy kisses, wet sounds exuding from your mouths, he’d gripped your hips, hoping you wouldn’t get mad and remove his hands from you again.
“You’re good at learning,” you pant into his lips, feeling his dick perk up underneath you once again, “now, this time, you can put this in.”
“Really?”
You reached behind you, grabbing a condom from the back pocket of your jean shorts, then threaded it on top, both of you hearing a snap as the plastic fixed in place.
“Good thing I had XL condoms, otherwise I’d send you home,” you joked, rubbing the bottom of his cock once more, before positioning it to move aside your clothed entrance.
As you lifted yourself, you finally slid down his length.
“F-fuck, Y/n! Wait—I don’t think—it feels like my dick is gonna fall off!” He whimpers out, tugging at your waist as his head lies into your chest. You're completely tight, and despite you being spread wide for him and gushing with slick, he's basically stretching you miles out.
“Y-yeah? Hngh, that’s the point—you’ll feel real good,” you mumble, inching your way slowly down and up his length.
“Y/n—Y/n, fuck! I’m serious, it feels—urgh, it feels—” He’s seriously groaning into you, muttering nonsense under his breath while you’re bouncing up and down.
“Use your words,” you coo, tickling his ear with your breath.
Satoru’s eyes are begging not to roll to the back of his head.
“Hngh—it feels so good,” he finally admits, jutting his hips deeper into you. A pang of pleasure shoots through your body, which makes you clench down on his cock even more than it did before.
That fucking dick reached beyond the depths of what you ever knew before!
Satoru clearly wasn’t holding back—he couldn’t. Your arms were fixed around his neck, watching his eyes roll back, and him leaning back as he moved his hips into you. You’re both overstimulated.
“Yeah—oh, fuck! Yeah, ‘Toru! Mmmm, good—you’re doing so good, ‘Toru,” you pant to him, watching his mouth gape, and cock throb in you while you start to bounce up and down on your own.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Satoru praises, digging his fingers again into your waist while you ride him, your walls still warming around him.
It's good sex. His cock is practically kissing your cervix, filling you to the brim; you don't even need to touch anything else to make you feel like you’ll have the most earth-shattering orgasm ever. Even your ex-hookup with his dick could never make you feel anything close to this.
His whines continued to fill the room, groans still breathing into your collarbone, and you were seriously thinking of actually letting him stay much longer than he ever was before from now on.
Kissing Satoru now felt like it had to be done. His cock inside you, and his lips with yours, was going to be a packaged deal. You were branding it, the DK for Donkey Kong special, since all he ever really cared about was jumping over obstacles, like pissing you off, and playing games.
“Y/n, I think I have to go,” he moaned out between your kisses, “It’s gonna come out again!”
You chuckled at his phrase, then quickened the pace with your own whimpers, leaving your mouth. “Cum, you need to cum, Satoru.”
“Fuck, I need to cum—Y/n. Imgonnacum—I’m gonna cum!” Satoru heaves out, dick jerking inside your pussy as a filthy whimper pours from his lips, pushing out his second orgasm of the night with white cum pooling into the sides of the condom.
You groan while he's still pumping out his load, hips oscillating on his as you feel your own building.
“Oh, god, that feels—hngh, I just finished, though” he mumbled, chest heaving beneath him as you continued to ride into your own high.
“Mmm—yeah, I know—ngh—I just haven’t come yet.”
You’re thinking you feel like a maniac; still jumping your hips on his cock while he sat there, heaving through his first two orgasms, but you need this.
You don’t know if Satoru really understands it, but he proves you wrong once he grips your waist, pulling you closer to him, as he cups your right breast, then leans in to start sucking on your left.
“Stop—wait, ‘Toru! I’m already close, you don’t need to—EEK! NGH—stop!” you cry out, as his tongue continues to circle your nipple, his thumb pinching and rubbing against your other. You already feel like coming, but him rubbing against your chest was going to send you to the other side.
Thighs burning, your core is waiting to rupture, and cum slicking down the sides of your cunt. You're so close, and he knows it—and he’s still sucking.
“Oh, god, M’gonna cum,” you babble, “fuckfuckfuck—M'gonna cum—I can’t—NGH!!”
“Mmm—so pretty,” he mumbles into your flesh.
Then it releases, a final crash, while Satoru clings to you close to him, mouth still sucking as he peers up above his classes to see you twitching around his cock. Your walls spasm around him as he pulls out his cock, rubbing its wetness against your clit while you get through your pinnacle, hands flexing as you level out the tension.
Satoru finally releases your tit from his lips, right hand holding the back of your head from tipping over and collapsing behind you. You’re practically on the border of just sleeping in his arms, before you realize you’re genuinely fucking in the office room of your part-time job.
“Satoru, you’re fucking good,” you praise, kissing his temple before nudging your head back into the nook of his shoulder.
“Really? T-thanks,” he heaves out, breathing out as he lifts his glasses from his face to the top of his head, and bundles up the condom in his hands. “Can I throw this out?”
“Mhm, trash is behind you,” you mumble, looking back at his face.
Another wonder: how his frames were even able to stay on his face. He looked too relaxed—much more than you wanted him to be.
And after seeing his satisfied expression, you debate on whether or not you should reveal the secret you’ve been debating on telling him for the past two weeks, as he’s earnestly pursued beating games at the arcade.
But you decide, why not?
He’s already seen your entire pussy.
“Wanna know something?”
Satoru perks up, arm still resting on your waist, and dick still out while he’s trying to stuff it back into his pants. “Yeah?” He answers, slightly skeptical about what kind of new thing you’ll lecture him about this time.
“I’m Jacker14449.”
Satoru didn't quite hear you.
"Wait, repeat?"
“I’m Jacker14449,” you say, “those high scores. They're mine.”
“...What?”
Satoru looks at you in disbelief.
You?
Beautiful, hot, cool, non-loser arcade worker he’d had a crush on for the past three months was his personal sworn rival? That had to be bullshit.
No, it must be—there was no way he’d talked about you to you. He wanted to die. Right there and then, this was not what he thought you were going to say.
He felt something shatter inside of him.
“You’re lying.”
You shrugged.
“Who else would spend that much time at the arcade other than you and the people who work there?”
Satoru gapes at you, far too much in shock for him to really process it. His brain is short-circuiting (something that rarely happens), and he’s honestly too appalled to really think of a response.
When he looks back at you, he knows you’re waiting for a response.
The same way your eyes look so intrigued and cute when you are actually interested in something.
Like the way that you looked at the one guy who used to come in all the time to talk to you during your shift and make you laugh while Satoru was trying to pretend like he didn’t notice, while he was learning how to play Defenders.
No, yeah, he had nothing to say.
But it’s okay, probably, because a big something down there certainly did all the thinking for him—a rising cock standing up again beneath your hips.
And Satoru mutters.
“No fucking way.”
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satoru can‘t help but get distracted when you start talking. . . ૮꒰˶ - ˕ -꒱ა
satoru swears he’s listening to you.
he nods at the right moments, tilts his head when you emphasize something, throws in a casual “yeah?” or “that so?” that makes it seem like he‘s all ears.
he really tries to pay attention to your words, but the thing is.. the second you start talking, his mind starts drifting.
“—and so i was thinking of taking that mission,” you say, arms loosely crossed. “it’s in a pretty empty area, which is good.”
satoru hums in faux acknowledgment. “mm-hm.”
he can already picture it— you‘ll definitely ask him to come along. oh you.. you’re looking up at him, suddenly shy, fingers tugging at your uniform.
“satoru…” you say, voice softer than usual. “we’ll be all alone out there… won’t you come with me?”
you look away right after, like you’re embarrassed you even asked.
oh, he’s definitely dreaming now.
the two of you walking through empty roads together. sitting beside each other on the train ride home while the sunset pours through the windows. maybe you‘ll accidentally fall asleep on his shoulder..
maybe—
a smack to his arm.
“hey! earth to gojo!”
he blinks, returning to the present.
you’re looking at him with a small frown now. “did you even hear anything i just said?”
“…yeah,” he says, although very unconvincing.
you raise an eyebrow. he doesn’t break under your gaze, but there‘s a moment of silence between you.
you sigh. “i said i might take that mission in the empty area. it should be quick.“
“riiight,” he says, acting like he totally knows. “that one.”
your eyes narrow. “you really didn’t hear a word, did you?”
“i did!” he insists.
but his thoughts are still stuck on the version of you that only exists in his head— soft voice, shy glance, asking him to come like it matters if he’s there.
later, when you walk away still mildly annoyed, satoru stays where he is with his hands in his pockets.
he really does listen to you.. just not in the way you think.
“blah blah.. proper name.. place name.. backstory stuff..” — how toru hears reader
starstruck! celebrity 𑣲⋆ Choso Kamo ⋆˚ au in which he becomes your favorite regular at your record store.
— fluff! (comfort, slow-burn)
No one had expected it. Not Choso. Not even you. Camera flashes surrounded you, the kind you never thought would be pointed your way. Yet from one moment to the next, you had become the center of attention — along with your now boyfriend, Choso Kamo.
A famous singer-songwriter whose name had become widely known throughout Japan over the past year.
—
You worked at a record store, which was a nice decent job, helping pay for college and everyday life. Routine could get repetitive, but getting to be the dj at your own workplace certainly helped.
Each day felt almost the same, but you couldn’t complain. Until one day, everything changed.
It was about to be 9 p.m, closing time, the day had been a little slow, a few customers yet not many purchases. A guy wearing dark sunglasses, a mask and a baseball cap walked in, his head lowered.
“Welcome!” You greeted with your usual polite tone. Yet your politeness wasn’t met the same way.
The guy glanced up at you, almost as if he hadn’t meant to. You couldn’t quite meet his gaze and despite this, it felt like it lingered on you for far longer than it should.
You cleared your throat, adjusting yourself on the seat behind the counter. He lowered his gaze again.
“Uh… if you need anything let me know,” you added awkwardly. “We also sell drinks.”
He didn’t say a word, he simply nodded as he walked further inside.
Maybe he’s just awkward, at least that’s what you believed in the moment. It wasn’t unusual for people to keep to themselves, especially at a record store.
You watched him browse through the records, his hands faintly tracing over the vinyls and stopping at the ones that seemed to pique his interest.
I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it by the 1975.
“That one has one of my favorite songs in there.” You said, getting up from your seat.
He lowered his chin, eyes lifting to meet yours over the rim of his glasses.
“Somebody else?” He finally spoke, his voice was low, steady and somehow familiar.
You nodded. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”
He shook his head, wandering through the different aisles, tapping the records to the beat of the music playing in the background. You weren’t following him, but your gaze drifted after him anyway.
And then, he lingered in front of the counter for a second before clearing his throat.
“Can I get a drink?”
“Sure, we have the drinks menu here.” You walked over to the counter to pick up the menu, and he followed behind you.
You handed him the menu as he carefully read over it. There was something strange about him, the way he carried himself as if he was running away, like he was hiding. Looking at the sunglasses, mask, and baseball cap, a ridiculous part of you wondered if he was about to rob the record store. But there was something far too awkward about him for that.
So you watched him, trying to make out the features hidden behind the sunglasses, mask, and baseball cap. But it wasn’t enough to hide a particular mark you’d seen before, a black stripe crossing the bridge of his nose. It was oddly familiar.
“You know… you look like someone I’ve seen before.”
He gripped the menu a little tighter, subtle enough that you almost missed it. And he didn’t say a word for some long seconds.
“I… don’t think we’ve met.” He said, his voice coming out low.
“Yeah but maybe I could’ve seen you somewhere.”
“You’re wrong,” he said after a heavy sigh. “Can I just order?”
“Sure.”
You took his order. A medium cappuccino. A little weird, you thought, given that it was pretty late. Nonetheless you prepared it for him as he continued looking through the records, now at the cd aisle.
He’d pick up a cd and read the tracklist on the back, nodding to himself.
Even if he insisted you hadn’t met, you swore you’ve seen him somewhere. His voice, the familiar black stripe… and still, you couldn’t quite grasp just who he was.
“Here.” You stood behind him with his cappuccino in hand.
“Thank you,” he said, taking it before going back to check the cds.
“If there’s one you wanna listen to we have a listening room.”
He nodded, sipping from his cup.
“This one.”
Heart Shaped World by Chris Isaak.
“Alright, follow me.” You guided him to the listening room. It was small, but cozy.
Instead of a proper door, the listening room was separated by a beaded curtain. The strands clicked softly against each other as you pushed through them.
You’d taken the liberty of decorating it yourself, hanging posters, vinyl sleeves, and fairy lights along the walls.
You crouched in front of the cd player, sliding the disc into place for him.
“You have 10 minutes,” you got up, facing him as he was already sitting at the sofa.
“Only 10?”
You nodded. “We’re about to close.”
“Oh.”
“If you buy it you can stay longer.”
“Can I?”
“Depends on how much though, I have class tomorrow.”
“20 minutes?”
You sighed, but agreed anyway. You waited outside, arranging a few aisles as he sat inside, the faint sound of the songs playing from the listening room.
You’d find yourself lingering nearby, listening to him hum quietly to himself. Sitting behind the counter, you’d catch glimpses of him through the beaded curtains, his head moving gently to the rhythm.
And for a brief moment, he took off his glasses, lowering his mask just enough to uncover his mouth. He lowered his head back on the couch, closing his eyes as he muttered the words to Wicked Game.
You watched him. Really watched him this time. His sharp features were barely visible beneath the warm, low lights. And that familiar feeling returned. You’d seen him somewhere before.
He tilted his head back up, his gaze drifting to the beaded curtains as if he felt your staring, quickly pulling his mask and glasses on again. You moved your head away instantly.
It was 9:10 p.m. You had to close 10 minutes ago, so you stood again, walking to the listening room as you leaned against the door frame. The beaded curtains brushed against your back.
“Hey, sorry to say but time’s over.”
He took a deep breath, taking a second before standing up and following behind you to the counter.
“…Is it always this quiet?” He asked, a little hesitant as he kept his gaze low.
“At night? pretty much.”
“Doesn’t it get lonely?”
You paused for a brief moment, letting out a soft chuckle. “Kinda, I don’t usually mind it though.”
He nodded, as you proceeded to check the cd at the counter.
“It gets busy during the day, but I work here at nights.”
He nodded, taking the bag with the cd inside.
“Its nice.”
“Mhm? What is?”
“The listening room,” he paused. “And the privacy here.”
“Thanks, I decorated it,” you gave him a soft smile.
And in that short moment, he forgot what he’d been about to say. He has seen hundreds, thousands of people smiling at him before, but yours… it carried something he hadn’t met yet.
So to no surprise, he came back again, right the next day.
He came in quietly, you didn’t even notice his presence as he was already standing in front of you, cd in hand.
“Hey.”
You jumped on your seat but quickly pulled yourself together, looking up at him.
“You’re back already?”
“…I guess I am.”
“Listening room?”
He nodded. You guided him to it, putting the cd on for him as he quietly settled onto the couch.
“Can I bring you anything?“
“Medium cappuccino.”
You prepared it for him, the whole store was quiet, empty at this late hours. Only the low hum of his voice could be heard, along with the coffee machine sounds.
After he left the record store the day before it didn’t take long before you found out who he was, and why he looked so familiar. A new set of cds had arrived and you were about to arrange them when you noticed the picture on them.
A long, dark-haired guy, soft dreamy brown eyes, and a black stripe across the bridge of his nose. You took one of the cds and played it in the listening room. It was Choso, his voice low and warm, instantly recognizable.
And it all made sense in that moment.
You finished making his cappuccino and walked over to the listening room, where he sat quietly, head tilted back and eyes closed, the rise and fall of his chest slow and steady.
He wasn’t wearing his mask, or his glasses, and he didn’t seem to notice your presence.
“Here.”
At the sound of your voice, he quickly reached for his glasses and mask, but before he could do so, you spoke again.
“You don’t have to keep them on in here. I won’t tell.”
His furrowed brows softened as he looked up at you. “You know?”
You nodded. “After you left yesterday I found out.”
“Oh…” He lowered his gaze, fidgeting with the fabric of his pants.
“Don’t worry though… really.” You set his cappuccino at the table across from him. “I have short term memory loss so I’ll forget.”
“Huh? Really?”
“No,” you laughed softly. “I’m just saying… you can relax.”
He nodded as he kept quiet to himself. You were about to step out the room, but then you heard his voice once again.
“Thank you.”
Sincere, simple.
You nodded as you continued with your duties for the rest of the night.
The next day came, and even though it had only been two days since you’d met him, part of you was already expecting him.
But it was 8:54 p.m and he was nowhere to be seen, so you began preparing everything to close, until a hurried voice came behind you.
You turned around only to find a disheveled Choso, slightly out of breath, his mask crooked and glasses slipping down his nose.
“And if I get two cds?”
“You can’t just buy your time in the listening room,” You said as you took one of the boxes on the floor, filled with new vinyls.
“I can help you with that.”
“You’d just mess up my system.” You sighed as you walked past him.
He stood there quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I can learn.“
“Just grab the cds.” you said, lowering the box in front of the empty shelf.
“Thank you.”
He wandered through the cds, only to end up standing behind you.
“Yes?” You asked, slightly annoyed as it had been five minutes already and he hadn’t picked a cd yet.
“Is… there one you want?”
You stood up, lifting an eyebrow.
“Huh?”
“I don’t know which one to pick,” he paused, his gaze drifting to the side. “If there’s one you want to get I could listen to it… and get it for you.”
“Really?”
He nodded. And so he followed behind you to the cd aisle, you picked two of your favorite cds. The ones you’d repeatedly play at the record store yet never bought.
“You get 20 minutes, either way I have to finish setting this up for tomorrow.”
You played the cds for him. It had become a routine now. Though he wouldn’t come everyday, not at the same exact hour, but he’d be there, whenever he’d have the chance.
He’d get the same order. Sometimes he’d even bring food for the both of you, just as an excuse to stay a little longer.
And suddenly, you were part of his quiet moments too. At least after you’d finished your duties for the night.
Instead of telling him time was over right away, you’d sit across from him, taking in the music and the quiet hums he’d make.
—
I was inspired due to repeatedly listening to the Starstruck soundtrack for the past few weeks and I couldn’t get celebrity Choso out of my head. it’ll have three parts!!! please let me know what you think. hope you enjoy! i had a fun time writing this hehe
The first time he thinks it, the only time he says it, you and Ryland are cleaning his wounds. "Is this heaven?" Small, unsure, like a child clinging to the offer of comfort. Ryland explains it to him, he's not dead he's okay now. Simon almost doesnt believe it.
He thinks it again staring out the hull window, he seemed to be counting the stars. He hadn't ever seen so many before, he asks Ryland if theres always that many and Ryland explains the "birth" of stars to him, that there will always be stars like this.
And again when he's given painkillers, he was still hurting, aching from where his arm was pulled away. He had been trying to brave through it but you noticed, and offered him some medicine. He insisted he wasnt sick, you promised there was enough and he wasnt wasting any.
Its much the same with rations, upon discovering how little he was taking to eat and drink. You and Ryland assured him that it was okay, that the ship was stocked for 4 human crew members, he could eat.
He was sure he was dead when he watched Ryland burn himself and run to you, rocky ribbing him and all of you laughing. He watched how sure Ryland was that despite how small and preventable the injury was and how you called him stupid, that you would help him.
More sure when you let him crawl into bed with you, let him curl up to chase the night terrors away. Rubbing his back as he whimpered and mumbled unintelligible pleas for you not to leave.
And when Ryland comes to curl up in bed and finds his spot taken, he laughs, ruffles Simon's hair, and pushes another bed over to make space.
What is heaven if not being loved without being a burden.
Some early relationship bloodymary x medical officer reader thoughts (its implied that Ryland and reader are already dating)
When you and Ryland found Simon, he was injured, screaming, and feeble attempting to fight you off.
It took approaching him like a wild animal, showing him your lack of weapons, and sending Ryland out of the room to get him to let you look at him.
Once he was back on the hail mary and his wounds were clean and bandaged, he slept.
He slept a lot. You checked on him frequently, his vitals. You explained amputation to Rocky ("where friend arm question?") Moved him as he slept to keep bedsores and atrophy away.
When he woke, he was delirious. You were gentle, introduced him to Ryland and rocky (who he genuinely believes for a while is a hallucination for a while)
He thinks the two of you are angels. His saviors.
You do frequent medical checks on Simon, Ryland there to keep him calm and distract him as you examine him.
Eventually he starts leaning into the touches, tailing you guys around the ship. Simon cries in his sleep unless the three of you are crammed into one bed, so now they've been pushed together.
You and Ryland love it, curling into the worshipful convict and showing him how to be gentle.
He tries to be helpful, he really does. But hes clumsy, unused to the handicap of missing an arm and knowing next to nothing about science or medicine. But he's very supportive.
Simon is convinced that you and Ryland can do anything, that you're the strongest, smartest people in the universe.
He thinks of rocky as a threat at first, because rocky often teases you guys (calling you weird/gross/stupid) and you have to be really patient with him and explain thats just the relationship you have with the eridian.
Rocky not understanding that Simon doesnt like him that much making him a robot arm ("friend simon small arm inefficient. Rocky fix") and Simon crying and because he's realizing that nobody's angry at him here and theres no cruelty on your ship
Enjin x Reader where your n°1 shipper is literally Too Lily.
No Regrets
Enjin x Reader ft. Too Lily
(Contains: friends to lovers, confessions, slight angst, reader gender not specified no pronouns)
“You know Too Lily?!” Enjin nearly veers you guys off the road from shock. You’d invited him to come with you to her concert, being a big fan he was ecstatic to go. When he asked you how you got the tickets to a sold out show so last minute you just casually mentioned that you and Lily are friends. Still clutching the safety handle for dear life you manage a nod.
“Y-yeah! I met her at my last job before joining the cleaners. Really sweet woman.” You sigh as you relax into your seat again now that the idiot is driving normally again. “She sent me the tickets and told me to bring a ‘hot date’.” You feel the back of your neck heat up as you glance at anything other than Enjin. “You’re a fan… I thought you’d like to come.” You mutter into your scarf, willing away your embarrassment. Truthfully there’s more than a few cleaners you could have also asked but Riyo gave you the old wink wink nudge nudge when you mentioned it to her. ‘No better excuse for some alone time with your crush~’
“I owe you big time.” Enjin grins at you from the driver’s side. His dimples clear as day along with his charming smile. You can feel your heart skip a beat in your chest, he’s just too cute!
~~~
During the concert you both had a great time. Enjin even got you to sing along with him during some of his favorite songs, not embarrassed, just living. During the small interim between songs you talked about your old job and how you actually met the pop icon. He listens intently, hanging off every word. During some songs you couldn’t help glancing over at him, watching him enjoy himself makes your chest feel full. Enjin spends so much of his day looking after others it’s nice to see him getting to enjoy himself. At some during the performance there was a slow melodic love song, you remember it well.
Lily confided in you at one point the man she loved. The sad story of their separation and how she longed to see him again. You can hear each note carry that longing with it and the sadness Too Lily feels when she sings it. Becoming a bit overwhelmed by the emotions of it you can’t help but tear up. When Enjin looks over and sees large tears streaming down your face and you intently watch the woman on stage he stiffens. He lets you have this, not wanting to interrupt the intense feelings. When the song finished though he places a warm hand on your back, gently rubbing it as he straps closer.
“You okay?” He whispers trying to calm too much attention and embarrass you in front of strangers. You nod weakly as you wipe tears away from your wet cheeks.
“I’m okay.” You try to be convincing but your voice comes out watery. Pulling you close he keeps an arm around you for a while after that.
~~~
When the concert is finally wrapping up and Lily has left the stage after her encore you’re approached by a member of security. “Miss Too Lily is requesting you backstage.” He grunts, turning for you to follow. You and Enjin share a wide eyed look before scampering after the large man. You keep your hands clasped together with Enjin so you don’t lose one another in the crowd.
Once you arrive backstage your name is called loud and excited. When you turn to the call you find Too Lily excitedly skipping to you with a huge smile on her face. With the tall heels combined with her already tall stature she has to crane down to give you a hug. That doesn’t stop her at all as she captured you in a near bone crushing embrace. When you finally pull apart you need just a second to breathe properly again. “It’s so so good to see you!” She squeals, clasping both your hands in her manicured ones.
“Yeah it’s been too long.” You smile back at her. “I missed hearing you sing about him.” You note adding a small squeeze to her hands. She regards you with her own tender smile and hugs you again more gently. Then a sudden realization interrupts the moment. “Oh!” You pull away again. “Lils, this is Enjin.” You motion with your arm to the man behind you. He’s standing there nervously clenching and unclenching his hands sweating like a man on trial.
“Oh yes, I saw you in the crowd.” She hums before shooting you a wink. Huh? Before you know it she’s stepping closer and leaning into Enjin’s ear. The man stiffens for a moment before glancing at the woman and then at you before she pulls away. You wonder what she said to him but figure she’s just being her usual odd self. “How about an autograph?” She asks the man patting his shoulder.
Jolting out of his apparent shock, Enjin flounders for a moment before pulling out a CD from his coat pocket. “Oh yeah! Riyo would kill me if I met you and didn’t get one.” He passes Lily the case with a slight bow and thanks.
“Riyo?” Lily hums glancing back at you. Stepping to her side you smile up at her.
“His daughter. She works with us. She’s a huge fan.” You explain. Lily nods before scribbling onto the disc case. Handing it back to Enjin she steps back a bit to fully address you again.
“I need to be going but don’t be a stranger okay?” She smiles at you sadly. Being a pop star certainly wouldn’t afford her the time she’d want to catch up with old friends. You offer her your own wary smile before pulling her into a final hug. Bidding you and Enjin goodbye, you two watch her leave. Before completely exiting she throws back another comment to Enjin.
“Don’t forget what I said!” She waives with a grin before using her jinki to wrap herself in a wash of white crows all made of anima. And just like that she’s gone. Glancing back at Enjin questioningly he flinches before saying he’ll tell you in the car.
~~~
The drive back is oddly quiet, it has you wondering what’s bothering the man. “Everything okay?” You ask arching a brow at him. You can see red creeping up his neck and onto his face as he tries to focus on the road. Oh boy, you were worried she said something out of pocket.
“Well… uh.” He starts, clearly struggling to get it out. “She said I should propose sometime soon,” You nearly choke on your shock. “Said she's never seen you love struck like this.” He stutters out. You are utterly embarrassed and you can only imagine how embarrassed Enjin must be at the misunderstanding.
Covering your face with your hand you try your best to sink into the seat and disappear. “I am so sorry…” you whine through your fingers. You can hear Enjin chuckle at your behavior.
“It’s okay, she did tell you to bring a ‘hot date’ after all. She probably assumed we were together.” Despite his reassurance you can’t help but feel like your life is over. You both continue the ride in silence after that.
~~~
When you are back at HQ you’re both stepping out of the jeep. It’s late, nearly three am. Enjin takes a moment to lean on the vehicle and smoke so you keep him company for a minute. “Can I ask you something?” He pipes up after breathing out his drag. You hum with a nod telling him you’re all ears.
“That song from before, the one that made you cry. Who’s it about?” He asks, watching you lean on the jeep next to him. Your expression is a bit unreadable which makes him worry if it's too personal a question. Before he has a chance to retract it though you answer.
“It’s about Too Lily’s first love… Gountess I think.” You tell him. “She never got the chance to tell him how she felt before he kind of disappeared from her life.” You smile sadly at the skyline above the building, eyes slowly gliding over each harsh edge of the terrain peaking from behind it. You felt heartbroken for Too Lily when she told you their story and all her regrets. “It’s about all the things they could have done, all the years they could have loved each other if they didn’t miss their chance.” You finish before pushing off the car. Enjin blows out the last of his smoke and ashes it.
Turning back to him you are about to excuse yourself to bed when you're cut off by soft lips on yours. You can taste the nicotine and smell the smoke as he steps closer. Both of his hands come up to cup your cheeks as he deepens the kiss. Your eyes finally close as you step into it. Pressing your lips back to his with intent. You can feel your face burn like fire and your heart speed up, pounding against your ribs so hard you’d think Enjin could hear it. When he pulls away he rests his forehead to yours, eyes staring into yours with a determination you’ve only seen when he’s fighting a serious enemy.
One of his thumbs comes down to trail along your lower lip, his eyes darting down to them too. You want to kiss him again, kiss him silly, but it seems like he’s still processing his own actions. When he does pull away he doesn’t move out of your personal space. He’s looking at you taking in every movement and change in your expression.
“I’m sorry.” He says finally. “I just… didn’t want to miss my chance.” He relents, taking a step back and pushing his hands into his pockets.
Your brain takes just seconds to catch what he means. A smile creeps onto your face as you step back into his bubble this time. Leaning up you press your lips to his, hands coming up to wrap around his neck. His wrap around you, securing you to him in a tight embrace. He’s holding you like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t keep you tethered. As your lips move together you feel each emotion at twice the intensity.
You’ll have to give Lily a call later; explain to her that Enjin may not be proposing anytime soon, but you’re on the right track!
Whiny choso crying on readers strap cause he thinks he can't take it 😩😩😩😩
Poor choso can't take it
warnings: not proofread, pegging, crying, overstimulation
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“B-Baby!” He choked out, painted nails digging into your sheets as you pushed the tip of your strap into him. Slowly and controlled, making sure he was able to adjust to the size of it.
Choso was adorable. And an absolute cutie, trying to follow your lead and do whatever you expected him to. You wanted him to eat you out? He'd be falling to his knees, pushing your panties to the side with his teeth. Want him riding your strap? He is straddling your lap, lubing up the toy you two were going to use. You wanted to edge him until he cried? He'd lie back, letting you do whatever you wanted without ever interrupting you.
He loved following your lead. Doing as you say. Which is why it didn't come as a surprise to you when he immediately agreed to your suggestion. There was this new toy you had been eying on the market. But whenever you tried to order it, it was sold out. Today, you were in luck and ordered one immediately.
A new dildo for your strap. But not just any duldo. This dildo was different from the dildos you used to use. It was bigger, had more veins, was thicker, longer and not a toy you would usually use. When you wore the dildo on your harness, his mouth fell open.
There was no way that thing was going to fit inside him, he thought to himself. You could tell it was written all over his face. The thing about you was that you could read Choso like an open book. His face was flushed the whole time you tried preparing him for what was to come. And finally, it was happening.
It felt like you were trying to stretch him out wide with every centimetre you moved your hips. Right until you reached the end. He let out a shaky breath, hand resting on his lower abdomen. He felt so full.
You grabbed his legs, pushing them up to his chest. He wasn't sure about the position, since this was the largest toy he had used so far. But before he could even think about voicing his concerns, you pulled out slowly, pushing back in a little rougher.
His mouth fell open as you took on a steady pace, going slow and reaching deep. He let out little whimpers and whines, trying to bite down on his lower lip but failing. It felt good. The fear faded away immediately, and you picked up the pace. But that is when it hit him.
The toy was reaching spots inside him that had never been touched before. Suddenly, he felt everything. The way the toy reached deep while simultaneously pushing against his prostate with every push of your hips.
How a bulge formed in his belly whenever you bottomed out before pulling back out. Then you started thrusting at a normal pace. He gasped, mouth falling open, tears welling up in his eyes. You weren't going fast, not at all. But it was enough to drive him crazy. Turn his brain into mush.
He let out a series of whimpers, arching his back off the bed, twisting, tossing and turning before you grabbed his arms and pinned him right against the bed. He was moving and squirming too much, making it hard for you to angle your thrusts correctly.
“T-Too much…!’’ He sobbed, tears streaming down his face now. And he looked so pretty like this, spent dick resting against his abdomen, arms pinned to his side, lower lips trembling as he gave you those cute little puppy eyes. You wanted to eat him right up.
Or fuck him some more.
‘’Too much?” You coed teasingly, grinding your hips against his. Poor Choso was crying now, but it felt so good, didn't it? He couldn't push you off even if he wanted to.
“Can't t-take it!”
“Aww,” you teased, leaning down to his ear. “Poor Cho can't take it?” You whispered, softly biting into his earlobe. “Come on, try. For me.” You cupped his face gently, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He wrapped his arms around your neck. And just when you were about to pull out, give him a break, he wrapped his legs around your waist.
You’ve worn your boyfriend Sukuna to the bone, so your other boyfriend Toji takes over.
warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni.
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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.
The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like he’d just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Toji’s gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukuna’s chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.
“What’s your problem?” Came Toji’s eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.
Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didn’t paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.
“I’ve already had her four times,” Sukuna grunted, “the brats insatiable.”
Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.
“What, she ovulating or something?” Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukuna’s gaze over the metal rim.
The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.
“That or she’s in heat, damn near milked me dry.” He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here you’d reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.
Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.
“Seriously?” He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, “had to tap out did ya’ Ryomen?”
Sukuna’s scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.
“Just be grateful I wore her out for you,” he spat, “and watch your tone, or it’ll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.”
Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic ‘squeak!’ before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other man’s hand shot out to catch it.
“Yeah yeah,” he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, “drink some fuckin’ water and get outta my way.”
If he were being honest, when he’d left for the gym that morning he’d been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that you’d wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So he’d left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and he’d been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.
If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasn’t the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Toji’s lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.
Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.
He could feel the weight of Sukuna’s gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didn’t indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.
You didn’t move, didn’t speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.
His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.
“You’re soaked sweetheart,” he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.
You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.
With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.
“What’s that sweetheart?” He questioned, head tilted to listen.
You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you weren’t mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.
“More, more, need more, please ‘kuna, please jus’ one more…”
Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.
“Old Ryo’ couldn’t keep up, huh?” He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.
You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much too heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.
“Don’t worry doll, ‘m here now.”
Toji didn’t waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.
The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.
He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukuna’s spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before he’d finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.
“C’mon, look at me now,” Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.
It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when you’d first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.
“Oh, oh…” you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.
“There she is,” Toji soothed.
“‘Ji, it’s you…” came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, “need’t cum, need to cum again, please…”
“Again?” Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips lowing to a torturous roll, “that’s a little greedy of you, don’t you think?”
“Incredibly greedy,” a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.
Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukuna’s broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukuna’s sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukuna’s gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Toji’s spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.
Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.
“Haven’t even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,” Toji teased, “and after Ryo’ took such good care of you too.”
“Please,” you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, “please don’t tease me.”
“Aw I’m sorry sweetheart,” Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, “you just need it real bad, huh?”
The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.
You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.
“Shh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ‘n deep.” The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.
You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.
“Deep… deeper…”
The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.
“Finally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?” Toji teased, “That’s alright, don’t need to think. Just keep squeezin’ this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?”
One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Toji’s bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.
“Kiss me,” you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, “oh, hng-… please Toji…”
Toji didn’t bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.
You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.
When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.
“Good?” Toji questioned, head tilting.
You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Toji’s forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.
“Oi, what are you?-…”
You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukuna’s hand slid across the back of Toji’s neck. Toji’s eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukuna’s grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.
Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Toji’s brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukuna’s hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.
Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Toji’s hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukuna’s chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.
You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.
“Fuck sweetheart,” he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, “that’s it, just like that.”
His thrusts didn’t slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Toji’s ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Toji’s skin.
“C’mon Fushiguro,” Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, “don’t get soft on me now.”
Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Toji’s hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.
“Bastard…” Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.
Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.
“Go on now,” he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Toji’s ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. “make the pretty girl cum.”
You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.
“Close ‘ji…’m close,” you slurred, “gonna… hn!- ‘m gonna…”
“I’m right here sweetheart,” Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukuna’s thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.
“C’mon princess,” Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, “give it to me.”
You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.
Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.
“Shh, that’s it, that’s a good girl…” Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.
The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.
You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.
“More…” you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.
Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.
“Move Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.”
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a/n: kinda ahhh drabble while I work on longer fics bc I’m stuck thinking about tojikuna, hope you enjoy anyway <3
Summary: Dating a women’s studies major has turned Sukuna into the frat house’s most feared feminist. Now the frat boys can’t make a sexist comment without getting a lecture, while you sit back and watch.
A/n: just fun lil thing i thought of :)
The frat house was unusually quiet, no music, no party, no sports discussions.
This was because Ryomen Sukuna was standing in the living room with his arms crossed, looking genuinely disappointed.
“Did you just call her a bitch?”
Satoru Gojo, halfway through stealing someone’s energy drink from the fridge, blinked. “What?”
“You called that girl a bitch.”
“She literally stole my hoodie after our hookup,” he shrugged him off.
Sukuna pointed at him. “And? Speak like a man. Have some respect.”
“No, seriously.” Sukuna continued. “You don’t get to call women bitches because you’re annoyed.”
Satoru stared. “Who are you?”
“My girlfriend says that’s misogynistic.”
“Your girlfriend also made you stop saying ‘females.’”
“And she was right, it’s disrespectful. Some shit incels say.”
The entire frat house collectively recoiled.
Across the room, you sat on the couch, sipping an iced coffee and watching the chaos unfold. A smile on your face, because god were you enjoying this.
This was better than reality TV.
Satoru pointed at you. “YOU DID THIS.”
You raised your coffee in acknowledgment.“Damn right.”
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The frat party was loud enough to shake the walls. Music blasted through the speakers.
Drinking games to your left, a fist fight to your right; and you were just observing from the kitchen.
And in the middle of it all, Toji was sprawled across the couch with a beer in hand.
His girlfriend was standing nearby talking to some friends when Toji waved his empty can in the air. “Hey.”
She glanced over. “Yeah?”
“Grab me another beer.”
A few people looked over.
She frowned. “What?”
“You heard me.” Toji pointed toward the kitchen. “Get me another beer.”
Before she could argue, another voice cut through the room.
“No.”
Toji closed his eyes. “…God.”
Across the room, Sukuna was already walking over.
You perked up immediately, ready for your boyfriend to set Toji straight.
Sukuna stopped directly in front of Toji. “Hell no.”
Toji looked exhausted. “No what?”
“No disrespecting your girl in front of me.”
A few people turned their attention to the potential altercation.
Toji rubbed his forehead. “I asked her to get me a beer.”
“You ordered her.”
“It’s not that serious, right baby?” He said, trying to save his ass.
Sukuna crossed his arms. “If you want a beer, use your legs, or ask nicely.”
Toji stared, “You cannot be real.”
His girlfriend was already trying not to laugh.
Sukuna pointed toward the kitchen, “Go get your own drink.”
“Or what?”
The entire room collectively leaned forward.
Sukuna grinned. “Or I’ll disrespect your face by punching it.”
You giggled. Only Sukuna could point out misogyny while trying to solve the issue with violence.
A guy standing nearby immediately whispered, “That’s the most Sukuna version of feminism I’ve ever heard.”
Toji looked around the room. Nobody was helping him. Not even a little, most probably in fear of Sukuna.
Finally, Toji sighed. “Fine.”
Sukuna nodded. “Good choice.”
Toji turned toward his girlfriend. “Sorry.”
She raised an eyebrow, suddenly she had more confidence than before. “Sorry for what?”
Toji was clearly embarrassed now, “Sorry for talking to you like that.”
“Thank you.”
Sukuna gave an approving nod. “There. Growth.”
“Shut it,” he said staring down Sukuna. “You know what? I’m getting my own beer.”
As Toji disappeared into the kitchen, the room broke into applause.
His girlfriend laughed and shook her head.
Then she turned to Sukuna. “Thanks.”
Sukuna shrugged. “Don’t thank me.”
He pointed across the room toward you. “Thank her.”
Everyone looked.
You were sitting comfortably on a stool in the kitchen; chin in hand, eating chips like you’d been watching a sporting event.
You gave a little wave.
“Kuna’s a women’s studies soldier ,” she said proudly. “I teach him everything I know.”
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The fraternity and sorority had gathered in one room to brainstorm ideas for a charity fundraiser. People were throwing out suggestions.
Raffles. Bake sales. Auctions.
Then Satoru snapped his fingers. “I got it.”
Immediately, you looked concerned, because he never had good ideas.
“We do a joint event with the sorority.” Satoru grinned. “The girls wear maid outfits and serve drinks.”
The room erupted into approval.
“That’s genius.”
“People would love that.”
“Easy money.”
Across the room, Sukuna slowly lowered the energy drink from his hand.
“Interesting.”
“NO,” Gojo yelled. “Let me have this one good idea,” he groans.
Sukuna stood. “Let me understand… the women wear maid costumes.”
“Yeah.”
“And serve drinks.”
“Yeah.”
“And what are the men doing?”
Toji shrugged. “We could do some strength challenge.”
“What kind?”
“I don’t know. Lifting something heavy.” Several people nodded.
“Classic.” Sukuna stared. Then looked at you, looking for approval to go on a rant.
Sukuna turned back to the room. “The women get assigned a service role. The men get assigned a strength role.”
More silence.
“Based on gender.”
The room collectively sighed.
Sukuna pointed dramatically. “Why.”
Satoru finally spoke. “Because that’s what people want.”
Sukuna gasped.
You smiled proudly at your boyfriend, waiting for him to call out their blatant sexism.
“PEOPLE EXPECT IT?”
“Yeah?”
“So we’re just reinforcing traditional gender roles for profit now?”
The room erupted.
“IT’S A CHARITY EVENT.”
“YOU’RE MAKING IT SOUND EVIL.”
Sukuna ignored them. “Misogyny is evil.” He pointed toward the sorority members.
“Why are they the ones serving drinks?”
One of the sorority girls raised her hand. “Honestly, I don’t want to wear a maid costume.”
“THANK YOU.” Sukuna was fully activated.
You were delighted to see how this was playing out.
“Explain to me,” Sukuna continued, “why the men can’t wear maid costumes and serve drinks.”
The room went dead silent, and you almost spit out your drink.
Toji blinked.
Satoru blinked.
The sorority sisters were stunned. “What?”
“The men.” Sukuna spread his arms.
“No.”
“Why not?”
The room burst into laughter.
“If serving drinks is easy money, then congratulations.” He slapped the table.
“The fraternity is serving drinks.”
The sorority girls immediately started cheering.
“YES.”
“MAKE THEM DO IT.”
Toji looked horrified. “Absolutely not, I’m not wearing a maid outfit.”
Sukuna leaned forward. “Fragile, typical response from men. Toxic masculinity, machismo, societal expectations.” He says pointing a finger at different men around the room.
You had your face in your hands, trying to hide your laughter. You had to show support for your boyfriend, but couldn’t handle him naming every term he could think of.
Sukuna pointed around the room. “If the costumes aren’t degrading, wear them.”
Silence.
The sorority girls were having the time of their lives. One of them pulled out her phone. “I’m ordering maid costumes right now.”
The fraternity erupted in panic.
“STOP HER.”
“WE CAN STILL NEGOTIATE.”
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Two weeks later, the fundraiser ended up being the most successful event in frat history.
Mostly because nobody could resist paying money to watch a group of deeply embarrassed frat bros serve spiked lemonade in maid outfits.
Toji looked dead inside.
Satoru refused to make eye contact with anyone.
Meanwhile Sukuna carried a tray through the crowd completely unbothered.
His maid outfit fit surprisingly well, as he served you a drink.
Across the lawn, Satoru was being forced to say “Welcome home, master” for a twenty-dollar donation.
The sorority was making a fortune.
Sukuna took one look at the donation total and smiled. “Look how good we’ve done so far,” he said enthusiastically.
“I’m so proud of you,” you said before leaning in for a kiss.
“By the way, I think you should bring home this costume when you’re done here,” you said; snapping the thigh high sock on Sukuna’s thigh.
Babes can you do a fic with any character honestly even oc if you want, with some fingering, throat fucking and pegging like really rough treatment and then soft aftercare pleaseeee
Bratty Sukuna
In which you fuck and suck the brattines out of him
warnings: bratty!sukuna, sukuna lactating, throat fucking, fingering, pegging, slight pain/blood (his nails digging into your back)
character: Sukuna
masterlist, lactating toji
“Get on the fucking bed.”
“Fuck you, pervert.”
Sukuna, as always, had pissed you the fuck off. Now it was time for his punishment to take place, whether it was spanking him or fucking him to tears. But he was the greatest brat who had ever stepped foot on this earth. Persisting in being right, asking you why he was supposed to be punished, asking you who the fuck you thought you were.
Oh, he was in trouble. Because you knew if he was truly against this, he would have pushed you away from him or he would have attempted to take your life (and succeed). He loved toying with you. When you twisted his nipples, he didn't find it so funny anymore. But he couldn't shut up for the life of him. Even when you left his side and walked towards the closet, he continued to be annoying. Bitching around, throwing a fit. Throwing insults at your head.
But he cut himself off as soon as you turned back towards him, and you were wearing your strap. Curling your finger in his direction, you motioned for him to come your way, all the way to the end of the bed. He rolled his eyes. But suddenly, he was calm. Suddenly, he listened to you. He crawled towards you, bed dipping with every movement of his until he was right in front of you. You slapped the tip of your strap against his cheek, making his cheeks flush red.
‘“The fuck are you looking at? Start sucking.” Hesitantly, he opened his mouth, his pretty lips wrapping around the tip of your strap. He sucked slowly, looking up at you while teasingly twirling his tongue around the tip. Obviously, you couldn't feel anything, but damn, he was so sexy. Then, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him down until his nose hit your stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to gag, but failed.
After about the third gag, you pulled out of his mouth, letting him take a few deep breaths before plunging back into his mouth. Over and over, you continued fucking his mouth, his throat, drawing muffled whines and tears from him, using his saliva as a lubricant. One final thrust, and you released his hair, making him cough and wheeze in agony, trying to catch his breath. But before he could even do that, you ordered him to rest on his back.
He switched positions as fast as he could, lying on his back. At that point, you were horny. Hungry. Hungry for everything involving him. You pushed up his shirt, pinching one of his soft nipples. Then you licked one nub teasingly, leaving it squirming.
Just as suddenly, you wrapped your lips around the little bud, latching on to it and swirling your tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. He gasped, arching his back beneath you as you sucked the milk right out of his pec, massaging the other.
He tried pushing you off, noticing how the sensation was starting to get to him. He was hard, his hole was pulsing, waiting to be filled with your strap. But you had other plans first. You let go of his nipple with a little sound, your saliva and leaking milk connecting you.
Reaching for your nightstand, you grabbed a bottle of lube, lubing up your fingers at lightning speed, prying his legs apart. And he let them fall to his sides effortlessly as you continued sucking, this time on the other nipple.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and the second he could feel one of your fingers pushing into him, his mouth fell open in a quiet scream. It didn't take long before you were pumping two of your thick fingers into him, free hand wrapped around his peck as you milked him from both ends.
A gasp left his lips when you curled up your fingers, hitting his prostate with every thrust. The second you added a third finger, he came with a loud whine, creaming all over his belly.
Now it was time for the real thing. Gently, you pulled your fingers out of him, making him shiver, leaving him empty and dissatisfied. He was a slut, of course, this wouldn't be enough for him. He needed much more to quiet down his hunger.
His hunger for getting his ass stuffed.
Pushing his legs up to his chest was your favourite part that night. Watching the king of curses withering beneath you, spreading his hole and begging you to do something. Anything to satisfy his cravings. Fill him up.
You lubed up your strap first, watching the thin layer of lube you had coated your strap with. Making sure every single follicle was submerged in it. Then you pushed at his entrance, shoving your toy in slowly at first, steady, letting his hole grip onto your strap. He bit down on his lower lip, pressing a flat hand to your abdomen as you were about to bottom out.
“Fuck no,” you muttered, grabbing his hand and pinning it right above his head, grabbing the other and keeping it up there as well. You moved your hips slowly, pulling out of him before slamming back inside roughly, making him throw his head back, a moan getting caught up in his throat. “You were talking all that shit earlier.”
You moved your hips steadily, going deep and slow, making sure he felt all of your movements in his core, in his muscles, in his veins, everywhere. All of this had only started because he was jealous of someone looking at you. You hadn't even noticed the guy.
You let go of his arms, leaning down to suck on his nipples as you hold his legs up, leaving you more access to his hole. He squealed, hands flying to cling to you, digging those long nails into your back until they were drawing blood.
But neither you nor he cared. He wanted to mark his territory and show everyone he belonged to you. And you? You were enjoying every second of this. The pain, his moans, his milk, everything about him was delicious. “You're so fucking stingy… And I love it.” You muttered, biting into his pec, drawing a groan from him. “But we need to work on that attitude of yours.”
Enjin sneaking and slipping into your bed from behind you, slithers his big, inky hands up along the curves of your hips up to the smooth skin beneath your shirt of your rib cage. greedy, inquisitive lips kissing slowly, suggestively at the back of your neck to the slant of your soft shoulder. you softly, tiredly mumble him a whispered enough and he whines a little, continuing on kissing your neck, stopping just at the juncture of your jawline, watching you peer swiftly over your shoulder.
"baby, I've missed you, please let me have this"
"En', no. I'm too tired, I've been on non-stop missions for the past few days, besides..." you slightly adjust yourself a bit, maneuvering the comforting blanket from your body to showcase a deeply nuzzled and coddled Dear sleeping ever so close to your chest. cute tiny little arms holding on to you with a grounding grip, snoring lightly. peacefully.
Enjin groans, irritatingly. slumps his head against your shoulder defeated, then sharply gazes down at the sleeping younger cleaner clinging onto his partner.
"what's he even doing in here anyways? shouldn't he be with Bro or something?"
"Enjin, stop. he had a nightmare, poor baby, and Bro is currently away on a mission. so get over it."
again, Enjin exceeds an annoyed protracted groan, but with more rolled vexation and provocation of not having his alone time with you. and solely, only with you. he rests his chin onto your shoulder, then catches a quick glimpse down at the now awakened young cleaner. smugly grinning up at him, snuggling closer into your warmth and tenderness.
and Enjin could feel his blood vessels pop rigorously along his neck and forehead. the knowing, menacing glint shimmering in the young cleaners eyes, triggering something so frenzied.
Large hybrid snowleopard!reader x gojo? I always see those on here but it's almost never reversed 😔
possessive snow leopard reader x Gojo
masterlist
a/n: I hope this is good I haven't read anything about snow leopard gojo/ reader yet 👩🏾🦯
"You're a good little kitty," Satoru would say, and everyone hearing him would frown in disbelief. To him, you were as sweet as a cube of sugar. Adorable. An absolute cutie. And he'd say it all with a smile on his face, beaming at you, petting you. But he had no idea what kind of beast you could become when someone dared to take his attention away from you.
Also, whenever Gojo called you "little," his friends would choke on their own saliva. You were anything but a helpless little kitten, more like big, dangerous, and deranged. You were a predator, after all, but Satoru seemed to forget quite often.
One afternoon, when he came home, you were so excited, thinking you would get to spend some time with him, your face fell when someone stepped in through the door behind him. You were just about to jump on Gojo and lick him all over. But no, you were rudely interrupted by his long-haired friend, whom you didn't care to remember the name of.
The second the door closed behind his friend, you growled at him, low, steady, rumbling in your throat. His eyes widened in fear, and Gojo chalked it up to the fact that you might not like his scent. Yeah, you didn't like anything about him, really. Gojo put down his bag, opening his arms wide, nodding you over. And immediately you rushed over, wrapping yourself in his arms. And aww, you were rubbing yourself against him (trying to get your scent all over him, marking your territory, marking what's yours), and he giggled, pulling you even closer.
His friend stood there awkwardly, rolling his eyes when you glared at him. “Missed you,” you muttered into the crook of his shoulder as he rubbed your back soothingly.
You had no idea why you acted the way you did whenever one of his friends came over. Luckily, he never noticed how crazy over him you were. His black-haired friend would tell him he needed to get you checked. There was definitely something going on with you. His brunette friend would tell him to be careful. You were a dangerous hybrid after all.
Whenever they said things like that, it broke your heart a little. You, needing to get checked? But there was nothing wrong with you. It wasn't your fault they were paying into your territory, touching your prey, your Satoru. They had no right to come into eternity, both of you.
That's what you thought to yourself while both of them were sitting on his living room couch, trying to watch a game together. But when his friend rested his hand on Gojo's shoulder briefly, you rushed into his lap, nuzzling into his stomach. But oh, you're way too big to sit in his lap.
Does he mind, though? No. Never. He could never mind. You purred against him, ears twitching, softly, fluffy tail curling around him. Huffing tiredly as he ran his hand down your back. ‘’Someone seems quite tired.” He whispered, laughing teasingly.
Geto rolled his head once again. He couldn't believe his friend was falling for your act. Before he could let out an annoyed sigh, one of your eyes opened sneakily without Gojo seeing, and you stuck out your tongue at him.
You were an absolute menace. If you couldn't make Gojo hang out with you only, you'd make the people he was hanging out with feel miserable.
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