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nanami kento

too tight ࣪ missionary style ࣪ backshot for his greedy wife ࣪ squirting kento ࣪ cockwarming ࣪ taming you ࣪ broken bed ࣪ rough day ࣪ hiding his moans ࣪ somno ࣪ ass slap ࣪ first time sucking ࣪ backshot for his greedy wife ࣪ mighty butt ࣪ fucking you gently ࣪ no diggity ࣪ getting mad at you ࣪ early birds? ࣪ you took all life ࣪ aftercare ࣪

gojo satoru

talkative while fucking you ࣪ biting during sex ࣪ keep your eyes on him ࣪ loud ࣪ soon love ࣪ goodboy ࣪ vidgame with your son ࣪ close as possible ࣪ calling you mommy ࣪ vanilla glazed ࣪ turtles ࣪ toxic ex ࣪

toji fushiguro

never letting you top ࣪ grinding on his abs ࣪ mean toji ࣪ one night stand ࣪ meanest bastard ࣪ fuck buddies, nothing else. ࣪

choso kamo

crybaby ࣪

jjk mixed

dumbfication ࣪

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jjk fic writers if you can hear me... please...

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HELLO I JUST SORT OF WROTE A SAJA BOYS x YOU THREESOME SMUT!!!!!!!! im disgusting i know but thats how i live to survive uni life

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Thinking about…

cw: Dubcon, nasty things, public things, piss kink...etc etc,,

Pt.1

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Nasty!Toji Finds himself humoring his newly found piss kink, begging asking you to piss in his mouth and let your golden sap trickle down his throat. At first, you decline, you were still so embarrassed from when he so shamelessly licked your pussy clean of your piss a few nights prior! How could he even want something like that? But when Nasty!Toji falls to his knees, fisting his cock desperately and begging for you to fill his mouth with your ‘heavenly piss’, how were you supposed to decline him?

So when Nasty!Toji finally has you sitting on his face that night, his mouth latched onto your pussy and sucking hard, you couldn’t help the mewls and gasp of pleasure as you finally let your bladder go, filling his welcoming mouth with your honeyed piss.

You don’t really remember much from there, since he spent the next few hours slurping at your pussy and fucking you dumb, but you do remember the sticky ropes of cum that he let out when he first swallowed your piss <3

Nasty!Toji Makes you breakfast the next morning, having felt bad after fucking your pussy raw last night. He makes you eggs and pancakes, fluffy and sweet with a little extra something he fisted out of himself that same morning.

Nasty!Toji Who ‘accidentally’ sends pictures and recordings of your sloppy sex to his dear friend Shiu, each one focusing on your cum filled pussy or your fucked out face. He follows them up with ‘oops, didn’t mean to send that’ and then another two or three videos of you sucking his cock with your makeup smeared and his hand pulling your hair back.

Shiu only responds with ‘You’re disgusting’ and then a picture of the load he spilled in his hand.

Nasty!Toji Who can’t keep his hands off you even in public. He takes you out for dinner at this cute little shop downtown, only to end up fucking you in the alley right next to it before he can even make it inside the diner. Oh, but once he fills your sticky pussy full of his spunk, he makes you pull your panties up and sit your pretty ass down in a corner booth where he can finger his cum back into you while you eat<3

Nasty!Toji Who calls for a Taxi to take you both home, cause he’s too lazy to walk a block back to your place, and he doesn’t want your pretty feet to hurt in those heels you're wearing. Ah, but when you plop yourself down on the leather seat and blush at the ‘slurp’ noise your cunt makes when it hits the seat…how was he supposed to resist you?

Nasty!Toji Slides two hundred bucks to the Taxi driver before ripping your panties off and shoving his already leaky cock back into your pussy, pounding you into the back seat of the taxi and ignoring your cute pleas for him to wait until you get home…but with the way you fondle your tits and occasionally glance at the taxi driver, whos now fisting his own chubby cock, he knows by the way you cream on his cock that you don’t want him to stop.

It’s a few days later that Nasty!Toji realizes that you finally relented and stopped berating yourself, your ego and self esteem notably higher than before after all the sick and nasty things he’s been doing to you. He can’t help but puff out his chest in pride, kissing you stupid and pampering you all night with kisses and massages. After all, you deserve it after having to deal with his pervy actions for the past few weeks.

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A/N: can we thank my amazing friend fairy for giving me some ideas for this one?!

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glowing eyes demon,,,yea,,

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I’m upset because there’s no Abby smut on Tumblr?!?! WHYYYYYY

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I did this mainly to prove that I can still paint 😅😂 I was pretty inspired by the 'Heat Stroke' GQ photoshop, I've been planning on doing something in that vein for a while and it was just luck that the release date for the movie was announced when I was going around collecting reference for it 😅 I might try to draw the rest of the Saja boys in a similar fashion, we'll see how I do time wise 😎✨

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wanna go to a forest and makeout?

jkjk

unless…

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✦ Stepdad Toji fucking you in prone bone <3

Cw - Stepcest, dubcon, choking, daddy kink, age-gap, slight breeding. Don’t read if the warnings make you uncomfortable. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

Your face is shoved straight into the rough mattress, your lips parted into a muffled moan with drool soaking into the bedsheets below you. Toji’s got you in a tight headlock, your whole head is locked under his bulky arm like a ragdoll—while his thick cock carves into you from behind, dragging rings of cum out of your cunt with every slam of his hips.

His chest is pressing into your back—he feels so heavy and warm on top of you and it drives you even crazier with the manly scent of his sweat and faint cologne clouding your senses.

“You spread your legs like this for all your little college boys, or just for your stepdad?” he snarls, breath heavy against your ear. “Bet none of those dumb fucks pound you like this. Bet they don’t even know how to choke you out like the little slut you are while they split this little pussy open”.

You whimper with teary eyes, your hands clawing at the sheets, your brain getting mushy with every brutal thrust. His cockhead hits so deep it aches, and he knows it—he loves it. You can feel his shit-eating grin against your skin when you flutter around him in tight circles.

“Yeahhh,” he grits out, dragging his cock out slowly and having your hole clench down around nothing just to slam it back all the way in, making your ass jiggle from the force. “That’s what I thought. Nothing up in that dumb little head except my cock, huh?”

You try to answer—you really do but it comes out as a breathless choke, more drool spilling from your lips as he squeezes his beefy biceps around your neck tighter, your hands quickly flying up to claw at his muscles—making him chuckle.

“Goddamn, you’re fucking made for this shit,” he growls in your ear. “For me, heh for dad right? I mean that’s what you always call me, right? Say it”.

You shake your head and whine something incoherent and bury your face further into the mattress out of shyness.

He lets out a deep laugh. “Aww s’alright, sweet thing. Your cute pussy’s already doing all the talking for you. Look at her—slobbering all over my dick and leaking all over my sheets”.

One of his palms slides down your back and slaps your ass hard enough to make your thighs shake, then grips the fat roughly—yanking you back into his thrusts like he’s punishing you for even existing.

“You live to be used like this, don’t you?” He spits. “Crawling into my bed n’ begging with those eyes. Fuck, you better pray I don’t knock this sweet pussy up and make you raise my fucking kid”.

Your eyes roll back at his lewd suggestion, your toes curling with your legs trembling beneath his heavier ones as your orgasm builds up like a wave you can’t outrun. And he knows it—he feels it. He grunts into your ears—smearing his face into your hair as he fucks you even harder. His thrusts are so heavy that it forces your poor body deeper into the mattress from his sheer weight. His biceps flexes around your throat and the pressure of him makes your cheeks squish against his hard muscles and he just chuckles at your cute face. “Tojiiii—“

“Oh fuuuck yeah. You’re gonna cum f’me. Not for your little boyfriends, not for anyone else. Need ya to make a big mess on your stepdaddy’s cock, you hear me? Then if you’re being good enough, daddy’s gonna clean you out with his tongue”.

He then slams in deep and holds it there, grinding in slow circles and battering your cunt with his fat crownhead while your body convulses. You cry out, eyes rolling back as he just shoves your face back into the sheets and groans.

“M’done sharing. This pussy’s all mine now”.

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Watching Toji take a piss + tiny blow job…. :3

Toji shifts under you for the third time in five minutes, heavy arms tightening around your waist. You don’t miss the way his jaw flexes, or the way his muscled thighs tense beneath where you’re perched on his lap, snuggled into his chest like you belong right there, glued to him. His voice finally cuts through the quiet—deep and strained.

“Darling”, he rumbles, a slight whine at the edges of his tone, “I gotta piss. Bad”.

You whined and hug him tighter, your soft cheek smooshed against his broad chest. You don’t want to let him go—he’s so warm and he feels sooo comfy under you like a big teddy bear. You feel him groan low in his chest, a frustrated sound, one of his hands squeezing your hip like he’s pleading.

“I’m serious, kiddo. M’about to bust”.

Reluctantly, you pull back while pouting up at him. His green eyes catch yours, pinched with urgency but still soft, fond even. He kisses your forehead quickly before setting you off his lap, grumbling under his breath as he hurries toward the bathroom, his big hand cupping himself through his sweatpants like he’s about to start leaking if he doesn’t hurry.

You follow behind him, barefoot and quiet, peeking in from the bathroom door just as he yanks his sweats down and his cock flops out—thick, flushed at the tip, and twitching slightly. He doesn’t even have time to shut the door.

The moment he finally releases— a thick, powerful stream shoots out, splashing noisily into the toilet. Toji sighs, loud and relieved, his whole body finally relaxing as the tension drains out of him. His head tips back, Adam’s apple bobbing, his eyes fluttering half shut as if it’s pleasurable.

“Fucking hell,” he breathes, a ragged groan, his stream still going strong.

You can’t look away—your thighs clench together as you watch it, fascinated, almost hypnotized by how long it goes on, the way his cock pulses slightly with the force of it.

Finally, the stream tapers off, a few last strong spurts hitting the water before he gives a final, shaky sigh.

He shakes himself a little, but a few golden droplets cling stubbornly to his flushed tip, glistening in the light.

Before he can tuck himself away, you’re kneeling in front of him, your hands settling gently on his thighs to steady yourself on the floor. Toji freezes, staring down at you with blown pupils and parted lips.

“Baby…” he warns, his voice rough and unsure, but he doesn’t stop you.

You lean in with your tongue peeking out, and slowly you lap up the lingering droplets, savoring the musky, salty taste from his leaking tip. Toji groans—a low, helpless sound escaping his throat, one hand tangling in your hair, his cock giving a heavy little twitch against your lips.

“Fuck you’re something else, baby,” he rasps, voice trembling just a little as if he’s surprised, pride and affection thick in every word.

You hum against the fat head of his cock, tongue swirling around it lazily before you pull back just far enough to let a thin string of saliva and leftover gold drip from your tongue to his tip. His stomach flexes hard.

“You gonna let me clean the rest?” you whisper, eyes gleaming up at him with something wicked.

Toji lets out a shaky laugh, somewhere between turned on and wrecked which is understandable because even in his 43 years of living, he’s never met anyone as freaky as you. “You’re fucking—hnngh—insane,” he pants, “but yeah, sweetheart. Knock yourself out”.

You flatten your tongue against the underside of his shaft, licking a slow, wet stripe all the way to the base that’s decorated with his curly pubes. He watches you, his jaw slack with every muscle in his thighs trembling as you mouth at him like it’s worship. And when you suck one of his balls into your mouth, his knees nearly buckle.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—gonna end up cumming in your mouth if you keep that up”.

You glance up again, your lips slighty swollen with your tongue peeking between your teeth.

“That’s the plan”.

He groans like you punched the air out of him—he grabs a fistful of your hair, guiding your mouth right back to the tip of his cock.

“Open up, baby,” he growls. “You wanted nasty—gonna give it to you”.

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Milkman Toji giving you uhhh milk (heavy dub-con + degradation)

You opened the door in your nightie, rubbing sleep away from your tired eyes and expecting the usual clink of glass bottles. But instead of settling the milk down in your porch as always, Toji stepped into your apartment uninvited, tall and broad in his white uniform, his smirk already curling in something wicked.

“Morning, doll,” he muttered, kicking the door shut behind him, heavy boots thudding against your floor as he walked towards you. “No milk today. Got something even better”.

Before you could ask your valid questions, his large hand was wrapped around your throat, the other forcing your jaw open with ease. He hastily unzipped his pants, tugging out his cock—already half-hard and heavy, veins thick and fucking cruel in its weight. You whimpered at the size, but he just clicked his tongue like he didn't care.

“Come on—open up, breakfast is served, sweet thing,” he chuckled, forcing you on your knees and slapping it across your lips, leaving a sticky smear of pre-cum before stuffing it into your mouth until your nose was smashing against coarse hair. The scent of him filled your senses—sweat, musk, and man. You gagged instantly, tears already brimming in your eyes but he didn’t pull back. Just held you there, throbbing thick against your tongue, watching with that feral grin as you struggled to breathe.

“Yeahhh, Choke on it. That’s what you’re good for, baby. Just a warm hole for my cock,” he snarled, holding your head still as he jerked forward, fucking your throat like he hated it. Saliva gushed from the ends of your glossy lips, drooling down your chin and pooling at your collar. “You like this, huh? No manners, no shame. Just daddy’s little cocksucker, how adorable”.

You could barely breathe, his angry tip battering the back of your throat until your eyes crossed.

He didn’t care. He just kept going, groaning low like it got him off watching you choke and struggle, watching your pretty face break down in tears. Each thrust is punctuated by the slick squelch of spit pooling and dripping from your chin.

“Shit, you’re pathetic,” he spat, dragging you off his cock with a wet pop. You gasped, coughing and desperate for air, your spit stringing between his tip and your ruined lips before he gave a light slap on your cheek. “Look at that dumb fucking face. Drooling everywhere like a lil slut in heat”.

He grabbed you up by the waist and manhandled you on top of the counter. Your nightie rode up instantly, your panties were practically soaked and clingy humiliatingly to your folds. Toji didn’t hesitate to rip them down your wobbling thighs and toss them aside. “Cute” he murmured, voice dripping with condescension. “You’ve been waiting for milk right? Here’s your fuckin’ delivery”.

And with that he hammered himself in raw—one brutal stroke and you screamed, fingers quickly scrabbling for something to hold onto. He split you open with no warning, thick and merciless, his fat tip punching uncontrollable moans from your lips as he pounded into you.

“That’s right, cry about it. Cry with my cock in your guts,” he growled into your ear, pistoning his hips with disgusting force, hips slamming against yours loud enough to echo through your small kitchen. “You just wanted a good morning fuck, huh? Didn’t care how. Stupid slut”.

Your cunt clenched despite the filth, stretched wide open around his dick and throbbing as he fucked you through it. The slap of skin filled the air, your legs hooked over his thick forearms as he pounded you open on the kitchen counter like a toy. He picked up the pace, teeth grazing the curve of your throat as he bottomed out, pelvis grinding against your swollen clit.

“Fucked full’a my cock before breakfast. You’re lucky if I don't make you crawl out on the porch like this, stuffed and wrecked with my seed leaking out of your cute cunt,” he hissed, teeth sinking into your delicate neck as he pounded deeper.

He rutted harder, breath getting messy against your cheek, before snarling, “Gonna give you your milk now, baby. Nice and deep in this warm pussy”.

You gasped as his thrusts turned sloppy, balls slapping against your ass one last time before he buried himself with a broken grunt and spilled into your womb. Hot, thick ropes flooded your insides with his warmth, filling you up to the brim.

You twitched around him, eyes glazed and mind shattered, reduced to nothing but the feel of him pulsing inside you. Toji stayed there for a moment, just watching, heavy hands pinning your hips down as if daring you to move.

When he finally pulled out, your breath hitched at the feeling of him slipping free—gooey cum immediately leaking from your stretched, swollen entrance, and dripping down your thighs. Toji watched it with a satisfied grin, wiping his hands on his uniform like he’d just finished a job well done.

“See?” he muttered, zipping up with a smirk. “Didn’t lie. I brought milk, also feel free to let me know if you want some in your cereal too”.

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Hi! I have a question. Can I ask your permission to translate your work called Kink galore part 1 and part 2? I will indicate all credits

hi!! im sorry i didn't reply it's been a few months. and sure! thanks for taking an interest in my work :)

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the way i can’t even think about jjk because i either get nauseous thinking about how depressing it is or go into blind rage about how much gege fucked up and ruined a potential masterpiece

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telling him he can’t fuck you so fully clothed dry humping with him on top pressing his weight into you with every grind and faux thrust while you’re both moaning like he’s deep inside you instead and you’re starting to forget why letting him actually fuck you was such a terrible idea………………

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ARE YOU A GOOD GIRL? jjk men.

feat. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, shiu, higuruma

sum. d!ck inside, gasp and moan filling the room. your boyfriend pays you a visit and one praise they have you cum just in a second, and what do they do? oh, i’m gonna ruin you with that’ they said.

warning. non-sorcerer! jjk men, established 23 you & 31 them, praise kink, petname(s), name-calling(s), overstimulated, dirty talk,

GOJO SATORU

your dorm room was dim, just the amber glow of your bedside lamp flickering against the walls and casting shadows that danced with the rhythm of your bodies. his shirt was tossed somewhere by your desk chair, your panties slung haphazardly over your open textbook—because of course gojo had bent you over your desk first, saying something like “might as well break in your study spot properly, baby.”

but now you were on the bed, flat on your back, his silver hair a messy halo as he hovered over you, hips grinding into yours at a slow, relentless pace. skin hot and sticky, your legs trembling around his waist, your breath coming out in ragged little gasps.

“look at you,” he rasped, sweat dripping down his temple as he dragged his cock out to the tip, just to slam it back in. “fuck, baby—you’re taking me so good.”

your nails clawed at his back. “s-satoru—!”

he groaned at the way your voice cracked, the way you clenched down on him so tight the second he said something nice. “mm? what was that? you like that? like being told how good you are for me?”

your walls fluttered around him. violently.

his eyes widened.

“oh my god,” he said, stilling completely inside you. “no fuckin’ way.”

you were already whining, shifting your hips to chase friction, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, staring at you like he just struck gold.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he whispered, breathless. “you’re gonna cum just from that.”

your face was burning. “shut up—”

but he didn’t. of course he didn’t. this was gojo.

“ohhh, no no, now i have to test it,” he grinned, the corner of his mouth twitching with mischief. “you like being praised, baby? does it make that pretty pussy all messy?”

you whimpered as his free hand slid down, thumb circling your clit in slow, teasing strokes.

“you’re doing so good for me. such a good girl—letting me fuck you like this, letting me ruin that smart little college brain. i know you’ve been working hard all week, haven’t you?”

your hips bucked hard.

“ah—there it is,” he laughed, almost mean. “my filthy little overachiever. studying all day just to get ruined by my cock at night.”

his strokes picked up. so did his words.

“so proud of you, baby. so proud of this body—these thighs, this tight little cunt that’s soaking for me. you’re just perfect. my perfect, obedient, desperate girl—”

your orgasm hit like a truck.

you cried out, back arching violently, legs locked around him as your whole body seized beneath him. your walls clamped around his cock so hard it knocked the air out of him, and for once, satoru gojo was left speechless.

“f-fuck—holy shit—”

he collapsed on top of you, still twitching inside, and laughed breathlessly against your neck. “you just came from that,” he murmured, grinning like he just won the lottery. “from me telling you how good you are.”

you were still trembling.

“i’m never shutting the fuck up again,” he whispered, kissing your jaw. “you’re so screwed, baby.”

and he meant that in every way possible.

GETO SUGURU

it was late—past midnight kind of late—and you’d just finished a soul-sucking group project that left you drained, grumpy, and snapping at anyone who looked at you sideways. which is why, when suguru showed up unannounced, you didn’t even question it. you just fell into his chest with a soft sigh, letting him carry you to the bed like he always did when you were too tired to move.

he kissed you like he missed you. slow and deep, tongue gliding past your lips like he had nowhere else to be. you didn’t even realize when he’d slipped your shirt off, or how your panties were already pushed to the side, or how the heat of his cock was nudging at your folds, thick and pulsing.

“tell me to stop,” he murmured against your lips.

you didn’t.

so he sank in slow, the stretch burning just right, your thighs wrapped tight around his waist, your fingers knotted in the strands of his hair still tied back lazily. he hissed through his teeth as he bottomed out.

“fuck, baby—you’re always so tight for me,” he groaned, his pace steady and firm, hips slapping into yours with a controlled rhythm. “even after all this time.”

you bit your lip, already feeling your body light up like a fuse had been lit in your spine. but you didn’t say anything. not yet.

he noticed it right away—how you squeezed around him the moment his voice dropped, all deep and sweet.

his brows lifted, that soft, wicked smile tugging at his lips.

“wait,” he said, rocking into you deeper. “you like that?”

you tried to look away.

“no, no—don’t hide,” he chuckled, catching your jaw and turning your face back to his. “you’re telling me you get off on a little praise?”

you shook your head. a clear lie.

“liar,” he murmured, leaning down to whisper against your lips. “you’re such a good girl for me. always so wet. always so eager to be filled up.”

you gasped—your body jolted—and your cunt squeezed around him so tight it dragged a curse from his throat.

“oh my god,” he laughed, unhinged now. “you’re fucking serious.”

he started fucking into you harder, deeper. his hand slid down your body, resting on your stomach, pressing there so he could feel how deep he was.

“i’m gonna ruin you with this,” he said, gaze dark with something close to awe. “just words, baby? just a few sweet nothings and you’re this close to cumming? fuck—look at you.”

you couldn’t hold back the noises anymore. every time he praised you—every filthy compliment, every soft ‘good girl’—your moans got louder, your legs shook harder, and your nails dug into his arms like you were holding on for dear life.

“such a perfect little thing,” he whispered, face buried in your neck. “taking me so well. doing so good, baby. you’re so beautiful like this—messy, fucked out, desperate.”

your body locked up.

he felt it, smirked, and gripped your hips tighter. “that’s it. cum for me. show me how much you love hearing how proud i am of you.”

and with a shattered whimper, you came. violently. full-body trembling, eyes rolling, breath stuttering as you soaked his cock.

he groaned into your mouth, slowing down just enough to ride you through it, kissing your lips softly like he hadn’t just broken you in half with his voice.

“mmm, my girl’s got the cutest kink,” he murmured, brushing your hair out of your face as you struggled to catch your breath. “you just gave me a fuckin’ god complex.”

you blinked up at him, dazed.

he grinned, leaned down, and whispered, “don’t worry. i’m gonna make you cum every single time i call you my good girl.”

and the worst part? you knew he would.

NANAMI KENTO

you didn’t expect him to show up at your dorm this late. he rarely came over without warning—he was punctual, predictable, always so polite about it. but tonight, something in his voice over the phone had made your stomach twist with anticipation. his “i’m coming over” had been low, firm, and left no room for argument.

so now you were here. back pressed against your desk, your shirt halfway open, your skirt bunched up around your waist, and nanami on his knees in front of you like a man starved. his tie was off, sleeves rolled up, glasses long forgotten on your nightstand, and you were struggling to breathe through the way his tongue moved over you—slow, devastating, focused.

“you’ve had a long week,” he murmured between licks, his voice thick with restraint. “thought i’d help you relax.”

your legs were already shaking, and you barely managed to stutter his name before he stood, towering over you, fingers ghosting over your trembling thighs. you could see it in his face—the slight pink in his cheeks, the tension in his jaw—that he was holding back.

and when he slid inside you?

oh god.

the stretch was perfect, deep, almost too much. you moaned openly, arms wrapping around his neck, eyes fluttering as he started thrusting into you slow and controlled, like he wanted to memorize the way your body reacted to each push.

and then—you clenched around him. tight.

the second he muttered, “you’re doing so well, sweetheart.”

he paused, eyes flicking up to your face. “...was that because of what i said?”

your mouth parted. you hesitated.

he stared for a beat, and then—something in him changed.

“interesting,” he breathed, voice suddenly darker. “so that’s what gets you dripping like this.”

he pulled out halfway, slammed back in, hard enough to knock a choked moan out of you.

“you want to be praised, is that it?” he murmured, brushing his knuckles along your jaw as he fucked you into the desk. “want me to tell you what a good girl you are?”

you whimpered.

he caught your face in his hand, made you look him in the eye. “you’re such a good girl for me. letting me have you like this. always so polite, so obedient—until i get you alone.”

you broke. you fucking broke.

your body went stiff, orgasm ripping through you before you could even warn him, clenching and throbbing so tight around his cock that his next groan sounded almost pained.

“fuck,” he muttered, hips stuttering. “you just came.”

you hid your face in his neck.

he didn’t stop.

he fucked you through it, whispering into your skin, “you did so well, darling. came so beautifully for me. i didn’t even have to touch you.”

and then, very softly: “what a filthy, perfect girl you are.”

you nearly sobbed.

he wrapped his arms around you, lifted you like you weighed nothing, and laid you on the bed—still inside you, still throbbing hard.

“don’t think we’re finished,” he said, sliding out slow, teasing, only to push back in and make you gasp. “not when i’ve just discovered how to ruin you.”

he kissed your forehead, lips soft and reverent.

“i’m going to praise you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

and knowing him? he meant it.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

you knew what kind of night it was going to be the moment toji showed up at your door, leaning against the frame like he owned the place, shirt already unbuttoned halfway down and a smug glint in his eyes that said trouble. the man had no business looking that good at midnight.

"heard you’ve been stressin’ over your exams," he said, stepping inside without waiting. "figured i’d help you take the edge off."

“oh?” you quipped, cocky—until his hand gripped your throat lightly, tilting your head back just enough for his mouth to meet yours. and like always, he didn’t ease into it. his kiss was tongue and teeth and a little bite to your bottom lip that made your knees weak.

you didn’t even know when your panties came off. or when he bent you over your desk, your cheek pressed against open textbooks and crumpled lecture notes. all you felt was the heavy drag of his cock, thick and slow, sliding inside until you were full—so full you whimpered.

“fuck, always so tight,” he groaned, pressing his chest to your back. “like you’ve been waiting for me.”

he set a brutal rhythm, fucking into you like he was mad, like he missed you, like he needed this. every slap of skin echoed through the room, and your voice broke with every thrust. but then—

“such a good girl,” he muttered, not even thinking. just slipped out like it was instinct.

and your body snapped. you clenched around him hard, nearly choking on your moan.

he paused.

“…no fuckin’ way,” he breathed, pulling your hair to lift your head. “say that again.”

you stayed quiet. trembling.

he slammed back into you so hard your legs buckled.

“nah, princess. don’t hold out on me. you like that, huh? like bein’ called my good girl?”

you whined, breath hitching, face burning.

toji let out the filthiest, cockiest laugh. “holy shit,” he whispered, licking a stripe up the side of your neck. “you’re tellin’ me you cream the second i open my fuckin’ mouth? shit, baby—you’re so easy.”

his hand reached around, rubbing tight circles on your clit. “go ahead then,” he rasped. “cum on my cock. be my good fuckin’ girl.”

and just like that, you shattered.

you came so hard your thighs trembled, knees giving out under you. and toji? he just held you up, praised you through it, voice low and ragged in your ear.

“atta girl… so fuckin’ pretty when you cum. makin’ a mess on me already?”

he flipped you over like you weighed nothing, lifted your leg, and slid right back in.

“oh, we’re not done,” he grinned, breathless now, pupils blown wide. “you think i’m lettin’ this kink go to waste?”

you barely had the strength to answer, still shaking.

he leaned in, kissed you like he was mocking how ruined you looked. “you’re gonna cum for me again,” he promised. “and again. and again. until you’re cryin’ from bein’ called a good girl.”

and you knew—knew—he meant every word.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

it was late—quiet. the kind of silence that presses in on you thick and slow, where even the smallest sound feels amplified. sukuna’s apartment was dimly lit, just the soft, golden glow from the single lamp in the corner casting long shadows over the room.

you were straddling his lap, completely bare, thighs draped over his, your arms loose around his neck. his back rested against the couch, body warm beneath you, and his eyes—those deep, dark red eyes—never left your face. not even when your hips moved. not even when your breath hitched.

he had you seated right where he wanted you, hands gripping your waist, guiding your rhythm—slow, deep, unrelenting.

and you were a mess already.

“look at you,” he muttered, voice a low, amused rumble. “bouncin’ on my cock like you’re made for it.”

your breath stuttered, thighs twitching.

his fingers tightened on your waist just slightly. “you like that, huh? being told you’re good?”

you didn’t answer fast enough, but your body did—your eyes fluttering shut, hips stuttering, your moan nearly breaking apart in your throat.

and that was all he needed.

sukuna leaned in, mouth brushing your ear with a grin that you felt more than saw.

“ohhh. so that’s what this is.”

his tone dipped—taunting, smug. “my little girl gets off when i talk to her nice.”

you squirmed, half-mortified, half turned on beyond saving.

he tilted his head, watching your tits bounce with every needy rock of your hips. then he slipped a hand up, dragging his thumb lazily across your nipple, his other hand gripping your ass tight enough to bruise.

“you want me to keep tellin’ you how perfect you feel?” he whispered, suddenly more serious. his voice still laced with heat, but there was something darker behind it now. possessiveness. awe. “how tight this pussy is, how it sucks me in like it can’t breathe without me?”

your head dropped to his shoulder with a broken whimper.

“fuck—look at you.”

he let out a shaky breath, hips jerking up. “you’re gonna cum already, aren’t you? just from me talkin’?”

you nodded, desperate, babbling nonsense against his skin.

and then he said it—soft, low, raw:

“that’s my good girl.”

you shattered.

back arching, fingers clawing into his shoulders, your entire body went stiff before it trembled against his. you came so hard around him, so violently, it knocked the breath out of you—and sukuna just held you, smirking against your throat, murmuring filth between kisses.

“knew you were filthy for me.”

kiss.

“but this? fuck, baby. that’s dangerous.”

kiss.

“gonna use that mouth of mine to ruin you every night now.”

you didn’t doubt it for a second.

and from that night on, every time his voice dropped just a little, every time he muttered good girl into your ear—you remembered exactly how it felt to lose yourself right there on his lap, under the glow of that lonely little lamp, with praise melting off his tongue like sin.

SHIU KONG

it was supposed to be just a drive. just a night cruise with the windows down and your hand resting lazily on his thigh, music low and city lights flashing by. but shiu had always been the type to snap once something got under his skin—and you? dressed like that, soft thighs bare and eyes teasing him from the passenger seat?

you knew what you were doing.

that’s why you weren’t surprised when he suddenly pulled into some dark, quiet parking lot and killed the engine without a word.

his voice was low, rough when he spoke, hand gripping your chin as he leaned over.

“get in the back. now.”

you didn’t argue.

the car door slammed, and the moment you slid into the backseat, he followed—tall frame looming, heavy with intent. he didn’t give you time to process, to breathe—just pushed you down until your back hit the leather, and his mouth was already on your neck, hands everywhere.

“you always this bratty?” he growled against your skin. “or are you just desperate to get fucked like a little slut?”

your answer was a gasp, knees spreading on instinct. he chuckled low—one hand pushing up your skirt, the other unbuckling his belt in a way that felt both urgent and terrifyingly controlled. he wanted this, but he wanted to savor it.

his fingers slid between your legs, felt the mess there already.

“fuck—this wet already?” his brows twitched, head tilting. “just from me tellin’ you what to do?”

and then, a little slower:

“…do you like that?”

your breath caught in your throat.

“do you get off on being told you’re a good girl?” he murmured, right by your ear now, voice like hot velvet dragging across your spine. “is that what this is?”

you whimpered, body twitching, thighs tightening.

his grin was all sharp teeth and danger.

“well shit. that’s easy, sweetheart.”

he lined himself up, still fully clothed, only his zipper down, and pushed in with one long, slow stroke. you cried out—sensitive, overstimulated, and shiu loved it. he leaned over you, one hand gripping the seat above your head as he began thrusting, rough and deep, the car rocking with every snap of his hips.

“fuck, you feel good like this,” he panted, watching your eyes roll back. “so goddamn tight. takin’ me so well.”

then—he tried it.

soft, breathless, dangerous:

“good girl.”

your whole body clenched.

he stilled.

“…no way.”

he looked down at you, your chest heaving, face flushed, mouth open in a silent moan, your walls fluttering around him just from those two little words.

“you’re fuckin’ kidding,” he breathed, voice shaking. “you’re actually about to cum just from that?”

you nodded, whining—too far gone to be shy.

he groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “oh, i’m gonna ruin you with that.”

and he did.

over and over, thrusting deep, whispering it like it was sacred.

“good girl.”

“such a perfect fuckin’ thing.”

“look at you, clenching around me so sweet just ‘cause i’m praising you.”

he made you cum so hard, you cried—shaking in the back of his car while the windows fogged and your voice echoed against the leather.

and after? when you were still trembling, body boneless under him?

he kissed your cheek, still inside you, and smirked against your skin.

“next time, i’m doing this with the windows down,” he whispered. “wanna see how many people can hear you fall apart when i tell you you’re mine.”

HIROMI HIGURUMA

the city outside was still alive—lights flickering against the windows, muffled car horns somewhere in the distance—but in his office, it was nothing but dim lamps, the soft creak of the floor beneath the blanket he laid out, and the sound of your breathless gasps echoing off his walls.

he was above you. hands planted firm on either side of your head, body stretched long and tense, every muscle in his arms flexing with control as he moved inside you—slow, deep strokes that made your whole body tremble beneath him.

his tie was still on, his shirt half-unbuttoned and sleeves rolled to his elbows. he looked down at you like he was trying to memorize every single twitch of your face, every broken sound you gave him.

“you’re taking me so well,” he murmured, voice rough, reverent. “fuck—you feel incredible.”

and you whimpered.

he paused—just slightly—but his hips didn’t stop.

his brow furrowed, mouth parting as his eyes locked onto your expression.

“…was that it?” he asked softly, his pace slowing, hips dragging almost teasingly deep. “did that do it for you?”

your face was flushed, mouth open, eyes wide—betraying everything.

he let out a low breath of laughter, something between awe and amusement, and leaned down closer, his mouth brushing against your ear.

“oh, you like being told that. don’t you?”

your hands gripped his biceps, nails digging in.

“god, of course you do,” he whispered, hips thrusting again, more deliberate now. “you’re such a good girl for me. lying here, letting me fuck you slow—just like this. perfect.”

your whole body jerked, breath catching. and he felt it—your walls tightening, the tremble of your thighs pulling him in closer.

his voice dropped lower, rougher.

“gonna cum, sweetheart?”

you nodded helplessly.

he smirked—something lazy, dangerous—and dragged his hand down between your bodies, fingers brushing right where you needed them.

“do it. cum for me.”

then, slower—deeper—hot breath against your lips:

“be a good girl and cum for me.”

you broke.

your back arched off the floor, thighs shaking around his waist as your orgasm tore through you—so hard it hit like a wave, full-body and overwhelming. you cried out, clinging to him as your body clenched tight, trembling under his weight.

and higuruma—he didn’t stop. he kissed your temple, dragged his fingers along your cheek, whispered praises while you came undone beneath him.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, almost too tender for how deep he was still inside you. “so sweet. you always fall apart for me when i say it, don’t you?”

you nodded again, breathless, dizzy.

his lips curved into something between a smirk and a soft smile, brushing his mouth against your cheek as he pushed his hips in deep again.

“i’m never shutting up again, then,” he said, almost like a vow.

“you’re gonna cum from my voice alone by the time i’m done with you.”

and with the way your body responded—shaking, sensitive, already aching for more—you knew he meant it.