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kurootoot · 3 years

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captured, a three part series - gojo, geto, sukuna, toji

when gojo is captured by his enemies, they decide to take it out on his girl.

this will be a three part series, describing what geto, sukuna and toji will do to y/n when gojo is captured by them.

author’s note: sorry this took so long! had like NO IDEAS but i think this turned out well ;) thank you so much for the support!

parts: part 1 - geto, part 2 - sukuna, part 3 - toji

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part 2 - sukuna

includes: nsfw, fem!reader x sukuna while gojo is watching, non-con, forced voyeurism, virgin!reader, corruption kink, scumbag sukuna, it’s fucked up, reader is of age but young and sheltered

word count: 2.6k

you were sitting on sukuna’s lap in the dingy dungeon when gojo satoru was hauled into the room, curses on either side of him, holding him by his arms. they weren’t able to restrain gojo because they were more powerful than him, in fact he could have killed them in an instant if he wanted, the problem was sukuna’s trump card that was tenderly positioned on his thighs.

sukuna had one hand wrapped around your waist while the other was around your throat, the sharp nails poking at your skin and threatening to draw blood. he nuzzled his face into your neck, then up into your hair, using the hand around your neck to keep you in place and taking deep breaths all the while as if he were savouring your scent.

he was sat in a ridiculously huge chair that was against the back wall, a throne of sorts. you were whimpering, your tear stained face full of fear. you can’t remember how long it’d been since sukuna had managed to capture you, had it been about 3 days in this cellar? your clothes were slightly tattered and your skin was filthy. sukuna didn't seem to mind though, in fact it turned him on when you looked pathetic like that.

the hand around your waist stroked it tenderly, letting the tips of the nails lightly drag along the skin. he was still savouring the smell of you, but now he turned his gaze towards the sorcerer in front of him.

“wow, wow. look who it is. if it isn’t the oh-so-powerful gojo satoru.” he taunted, still stroking you tenderly.

“who would have thought anyone could make you so helpless? completely at the mercy of me.” sukuna let out a guttural chuckle.

gojo seethed, teeth gritting. “get your filthy hands off of her you piece of shit.”

“ah, ah, ah. if i were you i wouldn’t talk to me like that.” sukuna’s tone turned from a mocking one to serious, his grip around your neck tightening and the nails digging into your skin.

“ah-” you whimpered, as small beads of blood trickled down your neck from the indentations made.

“it’s me you want. i’m here and i can’t run away. just deal with me already.” gojo hissed, but you could sense the slight panic in his voice, and panic was not something that gojo felt often.

“i mean, i could do that. but that’s no fun.” sukuna broke into a malicious looking smile, the corners of his mouth expanding across his cheeks.

“i want to break you, satoru.”

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sukuna flattened his palm onto your waist now, attaching his lips to your neck at the same time. you felt his wet mouth suck it your skin tenderly and panicked at the sensation of his palm travelling down your naval.

“no- stop-” you tried to stop his hand, grabbing at his wrist. your arms were so thin compared to his. obviously, he didn’t heed your protests at all. his fingers traced down to your clothed mound and pressed firmly.

he massaged your mound harshly, without consideration and the pressure created a warmth in your gut. while his tongue was lapping at your skin, he locked eyes with gojo, not breaking contact as he continued to corrupt you.

you were gojo’s student, and he had taken you in as a child. he grew to love you as an older brother or father figure, teaching you jujutsu and how to protect yourself in the world. you bloomed to become a beautiful and powerful sorcerer, and gojo realised his feelings for you had evolved into something more. nonetheless, he still felt a need to protect you, a need he couldn’t afford as the most powerful jujutsu master in the world. and alas, sukuna had taken advantage of that.

“aiyaiyai, satoru. i understand why you keep her around, little slut. her innocence just... turns one on so much. don’t you think? satoru?” sukuna said, looking at gojo with amusement while he returned with a look full of hatred.

the feeling of sukuna’s hand down there was making you feel tingly inside, and you didn’t understand why. it felt wrong and disgusting, so why did it also feel good? you reprimanded yourself for thinking like that.

“don’t fucking talk about her like that.” gojo scoffed.

you felt something hard poke at your ass from underneath you. the hand around your neck loosened its grip, going up to your face instead and sweetly, tenderly trailing your cheek.

sukuna looked at you in admiration, tracing the features of your face as the other hand continued to rub at your core. “come on now, satoru. i know you’ve thought about her like this.” at this, sukuna slipped his hand into the hem of your pants and under your panties.

you let out a small gasp at the contact. sukuna’s fingers immediately slipped between your folds, collecting the slick that formed and rubbing intently at your nub. you wanted him to stop. you were taught that no one should touch you in these places.

“stop that. stop.” gojo protested, pain and desperation stark in his voice. he took a weary step forward, the curses beside him tightening their grip to keep him in place.

soft moans escaped your mouth uncontrollably as sukuna worked his fingers between your legs. what, what was this feeling? you turned your face to rest against sukuna’s shoulder, unable to think straight as your chest heaved up and down.

“so wet for me, kitten. gojo she’s so fucking wet, you hear that?” sukuna quickened his pace slightly, intentionally creating lewd squelching sounds from your pussy.

“kitten, you ever had anything down here before?” sukuna asked, his hot breath dancing on your cheek. your brows furrowed and your expression pained from pleasure, you shyly shook your head.

“oh, poor thing. gojo doesn’t know how to take care of you. i’ll make you feel good, okay? i’ll take care of you. does that feel good?” sukuna cooed.

his fingers pressed at your sensitive bud, circling and pinching tenderly before swiping up and down between your folds, then repeating. you felt dizzy and your pussy was clenching around nothing by now.

“come on slut, answer me.”

you sheepishly nodded your head, clenching your thighs together to relieve some tension. sukuna was annoyed at this, and in one motion, ripped off your pants and underwear to leave you exposed. gojo immediately turned away. he couldn’t see you like this, it was wrong. he had taken care if you since you were a child, he couldn’t care to look at the parts of you that belonged to you and you only.

“HAHAHA. look at you pretending you don’t want to see!” sukuna shouted, laughing manically. “come on satoru, look. look if not i’ll kill her right now.”

a curse grabbed gojo by the chin, tugging his head to face front once again. gojo’s eyes landed on your exposed core, he looked at your fucked out expression, legs slack against the evil curse in front of him. no.

the hard thing that pressed against you was becoming more and more apparent, growing in size and prodding you. sukuna hooked your calves over his knees before manspreading, wide. your legs were spread now, your slick core completely on show for gojo and all the curses in the room. from the dim lights that flickered from the sides of the dungeon, you could see the wetness glisten off your folds. it was immaculate. some of the curses sniggered at the sight, palming themselves through their pants.

sukuna’s free hand travelled onto your stomach, pushing your shirt up as it found your tit. he massaged it tenderly while the other hand continued to push you closer to your orgasm. his hand on your chest was rough, inconsiderate, hungry. he groped at the flesh harshly, making you wince in pain. his fingers twisted your nipple sickeningly, before resuming his uncontrolled grip.

holding your hips down by cupping your mound hard, sukuna started to thrust his now hard and leaking cock against you. with every thrust, you were sent further into his palm, your core rubbing against it devilishly. sukuna’s cock managed to nestle its way between your soft cheeks, letting him fuck into them.

“s-sir, please s- stop. i feel- so- tingly. what's happening to me?” you hiccuped, cheeks flushed and eyes fluttering.

“nothing’s wrong with you kitten, you’re going to feel so good.” sukuna hissed, his hips becoming more aggressive, rutting his cock into your ass.

with a few more hard thrusts, you came undone onto sukuna’s hand. your eyes closed hard, and an embarrassingly loud and lewd moan escaped your mouth as you felt the explosion of warmth and pleasure in your core for the first time in your life. what was this sensation? it feels so wrong, so good...

you came hard. your chest was heaving and all your muscles went slack. squirts of clear liquid erupted onto sukuna’s hand, making him amused.

at this sight, gojo’s cock unwillingly twitched in his pants. why am i acting like this? it’s so fucking sick...

“god, satoru. look at what a slut she is, fucking creaming all over me.”

“y/n chan, did that feel good?”

you nodded your head.

“has gojo ever made you feel like that?”

you shook your head.

a guttural laugh emerged from sukuna’s throat again.

sukuna stood up abruptly, throwing you off his lap and causing you to tumble a bit before you steadied yourself against the throne’s arm, your muscles still weak.

sukuna walked towards gojo, who was looking at him with a gaze so cutting gojo hoped it would obliterate the man in front of him. sukuna’s stopped only when he was right in front of gojo, his face just an inch in front of his to taunt him.

“i bet you loved that. come on now, open up.” sukuna said.

before gojo could register, sukuna stuck two fingers in his mouth, coated in your salty cum. he pressed the pads of his fingers against gojo’s tongue and bopped them in and out of his mouth. for a moment, the salty taste in gojo’s mouth caught him off guard and in a daze, his heart fluttering and mind going blank. then, when he came round, he quickly moved his head back and spat out the liquid in his mouth.

sukuna looked offended, “what a waste of perfectly good virgin cum.” if gojo was a little turned a while ago, now, his cock was steadily growing bigger. this is wrong, this is wrong.

gojo’s eyes fluttered shut. he pictured you the day he brought you to your first day of elementary school. he pictured the times when you would come into his room in the middle of the night, frightened from a nightmare. he recalled the times which he taught you the basics of jujutsu, when you were still a clumsy child. this is wrong. he shouldn’t see you this way. but this is just his body reacting against his will right? he can’t help it now that you are a full grown woman, that he is attracted to you, that the thought of you makes him hard.

sukuna hastily walked back towards his throne, deftly and impatiently untying his robes. you were still slightly bent over the arm of the chair, ass on display for him. he pinched your buttcheek in one hand, pulling it to spread your cheeks wide and look at your glistening cunt.

“so pretty...” he cooed.

then, without warning, he shoved two fingers into your soaking cunt. you yelped, a sharp pain erupting from your pelvis.

“ah- ah! sir it hurts, stop that-”

“take it you whore,” sukuna hissed, harshly pulsing his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“god you’re so tight, your tight little vigin cunny.” sukuna watched as his fingers disappeared into you, as he curled them against your bumpy folds. he smiled at the thought that his fingers were the first things to ever enter your pretty hole.

“sir, something’s inside of me. why? get it out.” you whined, confused at the warmth that was building again.

with another few hasty pumps, sukuna removed his fingers from you. you felt something blunt prod at your hole.

“now you’re going to take me like a little slut, okay?” sukuna purred before pushing his thick cock all the way into your virgin hole.

you screamed. you felt like your hip was splitting and he was killing you. bastard didn’t even prep you up that much even though he knew you were a virgin. maybe part of the reason was wanting to inflict pain on you, on your virgin cunt, to feel the tightness of it. it felt wrong and disgusting, an alien object inside of you. you didn’t understand what was going on.

to top off the fact that you were a virgin, sukuna was also, extremely big. his cock stretched your walls, wide, straining, and oh it hugged him so fucking deliciously.

sukuna’s eyes rolled and he threw his head back. “fuck, i haven’t fucked a virgin in ages.” sukuna didn’t even give you time to adjust to his massive cock and started thrusting in and out, hard. with every push, his hips slammed into your ass with a resounding slap, and with every push you felt a jolt of pain shoot up from your pelvis.

“stop- stop, please it hurts! it hurts...” you begged, but to no avail. sukuna pounded into you relentlessly, burrowing his cock deep into you each time.

“it hurts-” “i don’t care” he hissed, gripping into your hips harshly to thrust even harder. pained whimpers erupted from your throat, tears rolled down your face uncontrollably.

“BASTARD. YOU’RE HURTING HER.” gojo screamed, leaping towards sukuna in vain as the curses held him firm.

sukuna simply laughed, “so what?”

“god, this feels fucking amazing.”

your red-stained juices were trickling down your thighs and splattering onto sukuna’s as well. you gave up all hope, letting go of all strength and just letting the curse fuck you dumb.

“you should try it gojo. except by the time i’m done with her, she’s gonna be lose.”

in one swift motion, sukuna pulled you off his dick, spun you around by the waist and resumed his seat on the throne. pulling you onto his lap again, you landed with a thud. sukuna lifted you up slightly, pushing into you once more.

he locked his knees and thrust upwards at a furious pace, making your eyes roll. at some point, the pain gave way to pleasure, and you were a groaning mess.

“AHA! isn’t she pretty like this gojo? all fucked out on my cock. don’t feel so powerful now do you?”

sukuna’s cock was throbbing now, his thrusts became more haphazard, he was going to cum. with one guttural moan, he thrust all the way into you, deeper than ever, and a thick rope of cum shot into you, covering your walls. groaning loudly, he rutted his hips into yours, milking himself of his seed. at this, you came undone for the second time, tightly clenching around sukuna’s sensitive dick.

when you were done, you fell slack against him, your back on his chest and face resting on his shoulder. once more, sukuna hooked your calves over each of his knees, spreading you wide.

red liquid was smeared and trickling across your thigh and around your cunt. thick white blobs of cum was pushed out of your pussy.

gojo hissed at the sight.

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when sukuna was satisfied, he pushed you off of him and onto the ground, retying his robes. he didn’t once spare you or gojo a glance. the curses harshly tugged at gojo, leading him away and to his dungeon. the moment the door closed, gojo was left in the darkness. against his conscience, he started fisting his dick furiously at the thought of your tight cunt.

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kurootoot · 3 years

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unexpected - kuroo tetsuro fluff

includes: childhood friends, you have a crush on kuroo but he doesn’t know, fluff

kuroo has been your best friend for god knows how long. you two first met each other as foetuses in your mothers’ wombs, neighbours who got pregnant at the same time and would spend the time roaming together with their big bellies. a beautiful baby boy was born first, and you shortly after.

you will never forget the times in elementary school, when kuroo would pull you out of the house nearly every day to play -- challenging you to monkey bars, playing pretend on the streets, digging up flowers from the ground. once, kuroo saw a group of boys, bigger than the both of you, surrounding and teasing you. they pulled on your pigtails and made you cry. kuroo stormed into the middle, shouting at them fiercely and beating them up -- however much an 8 year old can beat up an older kid.

in the end, the boys let you two off. just a bunch of kids anyway. kuroo, who had a little scratch on the side of his cheek from when an older boy hit him back, said firmly, almost comically, “if anyone else bothers you, tell me and i’ll save you.”

in middle school, people would tease the two of you and call you a couple, but kuroo would half joking-half seriously squash their heads under his arm and furiously deny the allegations. “y/n’s my best friend, guys.” you were no longer small enough to be playing make belief games. instead, sometimes you would follow kuroo to practice volleyball, feeding the ball to him to practice, sometimes he’d teach you some too. you’d pull him to your room to show him the latest video game you bought, and you two would stay up until late to play, taking turns to deny losses and request rematches.

now, the two of you were in the last year of high school. as you grew older, the two you also became busier. you’d spend afternoons studying, while kuroo’s commitments to volleyball had him spending hours every week training hard, even extra. nonetheless, though more jaded and tired, the two of you remained best of friends and tried to spend us much time together as possible.

if you were going to be honest, you were terrified of graduating. graduating meant everyone was going their separate ways. some will go to college all over japan, some will even go overseas, jobs, work, life... including you and kuroo. you knew you couldn’t keep him tied to the neighbourhood forever, but time flew by so fast and now it’ll be time to separate. you tried not to think about it too much.

the truth is, you’ve loved kuroo ever since the day he saved you from those bullies. of course it was just young puppy love, and you didn’t truly understand what love was, but over time those feelings just solidified and reasserted itself through the years. you loved how he made you felt at ease, that you knew everything about him and him everything about you. when you were together, everything felt alright. you weren’t afraid to tell him anything and you knew he’d always be there for you... just not there for you the way you wanted him.

that’s not to say he was a bad friend, in fact he was the best friend anyone could ask for. how could you expect more from him? how were you ever going to say that you wanted to be more than friends? you couldn’t. kuroo obviously didn’t feel the same way about you and nothing could change that. sometimes when others teased the two of you, you’d hope that he’d stop denying it, you wanted him to say “yes, i like her. so what?” but it never happened. he’s made it crystal clear that you’re his best friend in the world, nothing else.

you’ve long resigned yourself to this fate, you’ve already gotten used to it. the feeling of constant disappointment, enjoying the time you spend with him while it’s also painful. its better this way, i still get to be best friends with kuroo. you get to sit close to him, but not that close, the gap is a constant reminder. ruffles of hair, pat on the head, hand on the shoulder -- all perfectly normal and inconsequential actions that you think about too much. you dealt with the pain because ultimately your friendship was all that mattered. what else was there to do.

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the day before graduation, the two of you had your ritualistic movie night together -- that is, every friday night of the week. the same old happened: many good laughs that would leave you wheezing and hitting each other, a shared blanket that draped across your legs when you sit on the bed, the bag of potato chips that demarcated the divide between the two of you that was constantly being reached into.

as the end credits rolled, you two lay back on the wall, eyes drooping from weariness. you looked blankly at the screen as the white words rolled by, not saying anything and him too. it was common for the two of you, you could sit in silence and be okay with it, it was usually the case after the movie and kuroo would crawl out of bed unwillingly, tired.

"so... UC accepted you...” kuroo started speaking out of the blue.

you froze, you intentionally hid that fact from kuroo, not wanting to bring up the future prospects of your friendship when you had to go to the US coming august.

“yea... my mom told you, didn’t she?” you sheepishly replied, sliding in an awkward chuckle.

“yea.” kuroo let out a low sigh, not an exaggerated one but one that genuinely seemed sad.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you earlier.”

“it’s okay”

“i just didn’t know how to”

“no, it’s okay.”

the both of you sat in silence, looking forward and not at each other. you sensed that kuroo turned his head to look at you and felt shy under his gaze. for a while he didn’t say anything.

“i’m going to miss you” kuroo said, so softly you could barely hear it.

“don’t worry, we’ll still text, and we’ve got until august anyway-” you blabbered on, but the last word got jumbled in your mouth when you felt kuroo reach his hand up to your cheek, stroking it with two fingers, gently.

you gulped, not turning to look at him. “what are you doing?”

he said nothing, his index finger swiped the skin under your eye gently, tracing out your features as if he were admiring every crevice of your face. you felt his eyes hot on you, he looked intently.

hesitantly, as if he realised what he was doing, he pulled his hand away, but kept his gaze fixed on you.

your heart was fluttering and you were extremely confused.

“i think i love you.”

your breath hitched. what?

“is that okay?”

you let out a shaky breath. he, loves me? kuroo tetsuro, after all this while, loves me? who would have thought he’d be such a great actor, so good of an actor you felt like he was lying right now, that he was going to take it back and say he was joking, but no.

you turned slowly, apprehensively, to try and get a glimpse of whether he was serious. it was a bad idea, because it made you very conscious of how close the two of you were.

your face was a few inches away from his, and his eyes, dead set on yours with a little anxious furrow in his brow.

“of course its okay, it’s more than okay.” you said, blushing at how cheesy it all sounded.

a small smile broke on kuroo’s face. “good.”

before you could register anything, kuroo leaned into you and pressed his lips against yours. an inexplicable warmth exploded in your chest and stomach, you could barely contain all the sensation. you had dreamt of this for as long as you can remember. its embarrassing to admit, but you’d always imagine how kuroo’s plush lips would feel against yours, how amazing it’d be if he liked you back and kissed you passionately to express it. and now it was happening, his lips were firm against yours, him leaning even more to press deeper such that you moved back.

his lips detached from yours, still keeping his face close and his forehead pressed to yours as his hand found its way to your hair. you felt dizzy.

“god, i really really love you.” he said softly, his warm breath dancing on your lips.

“idiot. you’re an idiot.” you reprimanded, making him look at you with furrowed brows. you couldn’t believe it. this was real.

“why'dya take so long to say it?” you broke into a smile that in kuroo’s eyes was so pretty and adorable, giggling.

you pressed your lips onto his quickly but firmly once more. “i love you too.”

he looked at you with slight surprise and you almost wanted to smack him. of course i love you, i’ve loved you for ages if only you knew!

“wait really- i was so scared- you feel the same way? that’s good-”

you cut him off with a big laugh, “you’re really an idiot.”

he softened, smiling, “you make me one.”

his lips pressed onto yours once more, the hand in your hair holding you close as he kissed you deeply, before guiding you down on the bed slowly. you landed with a soft thud, back against the soft mattress and kuroo now on top of you, your lips never separating even for a moment.

the feeling of his body against yours, the way his arms caged you underneath him -- it was intoxicating.

“we’ll be best friends forever? even when you go away?”

“always.”

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kurootoot · 3 years

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distraction - short kuroo tetsuro nsfw

when you’re feeling a little more needy than usual but kuroo doesn’t give you the attention you want.

wc: 769 words

when the door swung open, you immediately leapt into your boyfriend’s arms, snuggling up against his chest. oh how great it feels to be with him again, you were bored and distressed, in need of some relief you hoped kuroo would provide for you.

he, taken aback by your show of affection, stunned for a while before sweetly caressing your hair and back.

you smiled, deepening your hold on him as if to smush your face into him, but he pulled back apathetically and made his way to the chair that stood in the small room.

“make yourself comfortable babe” he said distractedly, his eyes already peeled to the screen in front of him.

you grunted audibly, throwing your arms over his shoulders and pulling him into an embrace once more.

you buried your face in his neck, speaking against his skin, “do you really have to do this right now?”

“yes, i do.” he replied bluntly, mockingly. “right now.”

you groaned again, lips absentmindedly latching onto his skin. you placed kisses along his neck, just softly, making shivers go down his spine, before you opened your mouth to wetly kiss the area behind his ear.

your tongue lapped at the sensitive spot, earning a groan from kuroo that made you satisfied.

he turned around and pushed you away slightly with his fingers on your chest. his face was close to yours and he looked into your eyes. “stop that,” he said softly.

staring dead at him, you said defiantly, “make me.”

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kuroo gave a sigh of defeat as he got up from the chair, you, a smile of victory on your face.

you pulled him in by his shirt lightly as soon as he stood facing you and your lips connected. you kissed passionately, but softly, the only touches being the light graze on your back and trailing hands on his neck.

he pushed you back until you hit the bed, and with strong arms flung you onto it, your head on the pillow.

kuroo wasted no time, immediately diving back in to kiss you, tongue lapping. his broad shoulders covered your body and trapped you as he caged you between his elbows.

you, desperate for him to be inside of you since you stood outside his dorm, was feeling ecstatic at the contact and pulled him closer by locking your legs around his waist. you craved the warmth of his hard body against your core, hips moving slightly to create friction.

the pace of your tongues quicken, hands roaming becoming hasty. just as things were escalating kuroo brought your arms to the top of the bed, holding it in place as he tightly tied a rope around your wrists.

“is this how it’s going to be?” you teased and he didn’t respond, moving downwards to your aching core.

he placed kitten kisses below your belly button at hem of your pants, his hands roaming up and creeping under your shirt to squeeze at your tits. your back arched, indicating that you wanted more.

he removed his hands from your chest and quickly slipped your pants off. he marvelled at the sight of your translucent panties, slick from your wetness. he trailed his fingers up and down your folds experimentally, just to get a feel of how wet you were before diving his head between your legs.

he sucked harshly at your clit through the fabric, sucking up some of your juices from your underwear and pulling groans from your mouth. he pushed his face hard into your pussy, the pressure making you even more aroused as his tongue swiped large strokes along your pussy.

kuroo’s fingers hooked at your panties, deftly pulling them down in a flash, not sparing even a moment before he attached his mouth back onto your now bare clit. he sucked hard and run his tongue up and down, just the way you like it.

you felt yourself coming close and wanted him to fuck you then and milk an orgasm out of you.

instead, he pulled away, transparent liquid dribbling from his mouth and down his chin, a strand of slick still connecting him to your pussy.

he licked his lips before moving his face up towards you again, your underwear in a ball in his fist.

with one finger hooked onto your mouth, he opened it wide and stuffed your underwear inside.

you could taste the wetness of yourself, the underwear damp from both your pussy and his saliva.

you furrowed your brows, annoyed.

“now be quiet and let me work, if not i won’t touch your poor pussy again.”

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kurootoot · 3 years

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just for a bit - kuroo tetsuro nsfw

kuroo just loves to bother you during work...

word count: 1.6k

features: nsfw, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, praise kink

author’s note: okay finally something about kuroo as if my username literally doesn’t have his name in it-

fan art cred: please help me find! used to go by baby blue🌸 on twitter

you were exhausted, but seeing your boyfriend kuroo come down to the event you were hosting to support you made you feel more at ease.

“how’s it going” he said into your neck, nuzzling his face into it while pulling you into a back hug.

strong arms wrapped around your waist and you caressed them gently with your fingers.

“babe... not here” you tried to wiggle out of his grip. you two were standing in the middle of a crowded hall and well in view of anyone walking past.

he pulled away reluctantly and resigned to standing close next to you while talking in a hushed whispers. he asked about your day, massaged your back and offered you a chair to rest in.

even though you always looked annoyed when he came to bother you during big work events like this, it was to mask the fact that you adored him for it. that was the kind of boyfriend he was. he always knew how you were feeling without you needing to say anything, and made small gestures to lift your spirits.

nonetheless, he needed to stop being inappropriate in public settings and risk your professionalism.

“babe bring me to the bathroom” he asked cutely, tugging at your arm.

“are you a child? go yourself.” you said apathetically.

he pouted, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. he tilted his head to rest on your shoulder. you couldn’t resist him.

“ugh fine.” you caved, and he happily trotted along, dragging you with him.

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kuroo kept just half a pace in front of you while holding your forearm fondly.

“you know, it doesn’t really feel like you need me to lead the way.”

kuroo didn’t respond, just a half smile on his face.

just shy of the bathroom, he unexpectedly took you the other direction.

“what- where are you going the toilet’s that way-” you were cut short when kuroo pulled you firmly against a door on the side of the corridor.

before you could react, he plastered his entire body against yours, pressing you firmly onto the door, pinning you down.

his soft lips immediately pressed against yours, taking you into a deep kiss, his warm tongue just dipping into your mouth generously.

“mhm-” you let out a kitten moan at the feeling of his wetness.

his put his thick thigh in between your legs, further holding you in place as he fondled your back pocket - conveniently against your ass - in search for something.

your core pressed against his corded thigh muscles.

kuroo pulled out your access card, and with a ‘beep’ and the green illumination of the sensor, you two were tumbling into the office.

you stumbled backwards rockily with kuroo stubbornly pacing forwards, holding your waist to guide your steps as his tongue greedily lapped at your mouth.

your movements were abruptly stopped with a harsh thud against a table, the impact pushing your bodies closer together and forcing a soft groan out of your lips.

the office was dark if not for the soft moonlight and luminescence of other buildings that trickled in through the transparent glass windows. office cubicles with desks piled with unfinished work lined up in the room like a grid.

kuroo cupped his hands under your thighs to lift you up the edge of the table.

“kuroo i can’t be gone so long-”

“come on babe, i’ll be quick i promise.”

he moved away from your lips, instead latching them behind the sensitive spot behind your ears. humming into your skin, he continued, “anyway, you can afford a bittt of time for me can’t you?”

the vibrations into your neck made you bite at your lip, and you nodded.

“good girl.”

anyone with a card could have walked in at any moment.

“i’ll fuck the stress out of you, don’t worry.”

---

kuroo pulled your white button down out of your midi skirt, undoing it skilfully without ever losing any attention on your neck. wet sounds erupted from his tongue against your skin, and you were sure that the nibbles and harsh sucking would leave marks in just a second.

when your buttons came free, he stroked your bare sides tenderly before moving up to your chest that was covered in a lace bra.

you softly grinded your hips into his abdomen to relieve some tension, and he too rocked forward to match your movements.

one hand still fondling your breast, the other traced downwards dangerously until it finally slipped into your skirt and over your underwear.

you sighed at the contact.

his fingers swirled slowly while pressing firmly on your clit.

“so fucking wet for me huh. work’s got you all anxious hasn’t it? my poor girl.”

his hand slipped under your bra to play with your nipple.

all you had to do was sit there as kuroo touched all your sensitive spots. the sensations were overwhelming. your neck, your clit, your nipples, the feeling of his hard torso against you... he knew exactly how to make your insides mushy.

you whined, signalling that you needed more. your hand reached down to his crotch and stroked his hard length through his pants.

kuroo groaned into your ear at the feeling. “mm you’re desperate for me aren’t you.”

“shut up” you growled, rubbing harder at his growing erection.

moans and gasps now uncontrollably slipped from both your mouths, lewd sounds bouncing off the office walls as the two of you rubbed at each other. your head was thrown back in ecstasy while kuroo’s was buried in your neck, using your shoulder as support.

deftly, kuroo gripped your forearm, removing your hand from his aching cock. at an instant, he undid his pants and freed himself.

before you could even respond, he’d hiked your skirt up and pushed your panties to the side, the feeling of his swollen tip at your folds making your words hitch in your throat.

you moaned loudly as he pressed his tip firmly between your folds, going up and down, rubbing at your clit. his mouth found yours again, pulling you into a sloppy kiss while mercilessly grinding against your bare cunt.

he pulled away and growled lowly, “i’m going to fuck a baby into you.”

---

without warning, kuroo mercilessly pressed himself into you, his thick girth forcing your walls open and straining.

“ou- fuck! kuroo you can’t do that-” you hiccuped as his raw dick dragged against your walls.

he moved slowly but hard, pressing all the way until his entire length was buried in your cunt. you were stretched so wide without prep and you wanted to scream -- also because the feeling of him directly against you was driving you insane.

he pulled out of you slowly before pressing harshly back in again, repeating the motions as your pussy clenched around him and dragged around his cock.

“so pretty” he purred, pressing his thumb against your clit and using his index finger to spread your lips a bit wider, so he could get a good view of your cunt enveloping his dick.

he picked up the pace relentlessly, causing you to groan uncontrollably.

“fuck- fuck! tetsu- nnghh” you bit down hard on your lip, as his dick rammed into you and against your cervix.

he thrust, hard and fast, into you, again and again, making you go giddy. his arms wrapped around your back to keep you in place while he pounded into you.

“you take me so well babe. you’re fucking perfect. i’m going to make you feel so good i promise.” he murmured as he continued to fuck your brains out.

holding you up by the thighs, he lifted you off the table and flipped you. momentarily, he slipped out of you, making you groan. with your back pressed against his, he pressed into you once more, now starting to fuck you from the back.

“too mcuh- testu- ug”

what happened to just a quickie?

you were overstimulated and wanted to cum. you didn’t know if you wanted more or needed him to stop. this always happens when he decides to fuck you into oblivion, not caring about ramming you dumb.

“you’re so fucking hot when you work, y/n. it’d be a pity not to fuck you a baby.”

he gripped harshly at your hips, fingernails digging into them as he kept up his merciless pace.

“our baby would be so smart like you don’t you think? they’d be so pretty just like mommy” he purred.

red lines formed on your thighs that were pressed against the edge of the table. your eyes rolled to the back of your head. he pounded again and again.

“plea-hyuk! please let me come” you begged.

“of course beautiful.”

with you harsh thrusts and his fingers coming to the front to stroke you, you came undone on him.

loan moans ripped from your throat as thick, hot waves erupted from your core. pleasure ebbed at your cunt and your pussy clenched around kuroo’s length.

soon enough, kuroo reached his high too. with a loud, throaty groan, thick warm ropes of cum spurted into our walls, painting them.

kuroo came for a while, it felt like the lewd liquid was never ending and filling you up to the brim.

when he was done, his body gently rested against yours, his palms on the table to hold himself up.

his mouth was close against your ear, nuzzling into you once again.

slowly thrusting, he murmured, “i hope you take up all of my seed babe. fucking swell up with my baby.”

after fucking his cum into you, kuroo finally regained strength in his limbs and pulled himself out of you.

without wasting a beat, he tugged your underwear up again and cupped your clothed pussy.

you felt the warm liquid dribbled out of you and spill onto your underwear.

he pressed firmly.

“that’s it baby, don’t waste a drop of it.”

“i want you to feel me against you the whole night.”

---

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captured, a three part series - gojo, geto, sukuna, toji

when gojo is captured by his enemies, they decide to take it out on his girl.

this will be a three part series, describing what geto, sukuna and toji will do to y/n when gojo is captured by them.

author’s note: thank you so much for 100 followers! it means so much to me :”) i think most of you here have come from the toji professor au fic, but some from the haikyuu one. i’ll be sure to upload more haikyuu content soon, but for now, here’s some jjk filth as a present for 100 followers ;)

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part 1 - geto

warnings: JJK MANGA SPOILERS (chap 76-92), nsfw, fem!reader x geto while gojo is watching, non-con, forced voyeurism, it’s fucked up

word count: 4k (don’t ask me how i did this)

LOTS! OF! VISUALS!

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captured, a three part series - gojo, geto, sukuna, toji

when gojo is captured by his enemies, they decide to take it out on his girl.

this will be a three part series, describing what geto, sukuna and toji will do to y/n when gojo is captured by them.

parts: part 1 - geto, part 2 - sukuna, part 3 - toji

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part 1 - geto

warnings: JJK MANGA SPOILERS (chap 76-92), nsfw, fem!reader x geto while gojo is watching, non-con, forced voyeurism, it’s fucked up

word count: 4k (don’t ask me how i did this)

LOTS! OF! VISUALS!

upon seeing his dead best friend, geto, gojo is successfully sealed in the prison realm. gojo is apathetic about being sealed, that is until geto brings you, his girlfriend into the realm...

[in this au, geto did not die. this is the real geto. the prison realm obeys every thing geto wishes. and i mean everything.]

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gate... open!

“yo, satoru!”

standing in front of gojo was geto suguru, his best friend, and someone he killed a year ago with his own hands.

how- how could it be? fucking hell.

at an instant, three years of his youth flowed through gojo’s mind.

geto was his partner in crime, his closest ally. when he killed him, a bit of gojo’s soul died too. he was never the same. a part of him wished that his eyes hadn’t deceived him, that it was, in fact, geto that stood in front of him. even if that meant geto had truly become evil, maybe, just maybe, he could be saved. gojo would do anything to have him back at his side.

the monstrous apparition in front of him enveloped his body, holding it in place. gojo couldn’t move a single muscle or feel any bit of cursed energy -- was this checkmate?

gate... closed.

krak... kchk!

gojo satoru has been successfully sealed.

---

“looks like time doesn’t pass here.” gojo said apathetically, sitting on the floor of the prison realm, relaxed.

“crap, i messed up. it’ll be fine...”

he was alone accept for the skeletons decorated his surroundings. gojo was confident that his students and allies would be able to handle whatever hell was unleashed outside of the confines of these four walls -- these four, very small walls.

there was nothing he could do about it. the prison realm was definite. once you were sealed, there is nothing you can do to get out from the inside. multiple scenarios buzzed through gojo’s head one after the other. it was infuriating being powerless, something gojo was not used to.

although from the outside, the prison realm looked tiny, the insides showed a different scene completely. it seemed to be boundless, stretching as far as you could see. in this incredibly lonely place, gojo thought about his friends outside.

i have faith in them.

he thought about you.

would you be worried about him? you’d be alone without him. he closed his eyes and pictured you.

you were lying in his bed next to him, eyes opened softly. your skin was bare. he imagined your smooth shoulders, your collarbone, your neck... his fingers gently grazed over your skin, he wanted to pull you into his chest. but alas, you weren’t there.

but more intrusively, he thought about geto.

who was this man?

it was certainly not his friend, even though everything points to that. impossible. it’d been an entire year since he’d seen him. after spending all that time keeping busy, staying numb, seeing geto in the flesh was more painful than any injury he had ever suffered from. it was even more painful than dying before being brought back to life. gojo was confused, furious, but most of all--indescribably sad.

at least i’ll have my peace here... he thought, but soon he’d change his mind.

---

after a while, or more like no time at all, a shifting sound rattled the prison realm.

kraaakkkkchhh!

“hm?” gojo looked up, his blue eyes glistening and brows furrowed.

from a distance, a figure appeared, long robed and tall. the man walked steadily towards gojo, his form materialising more and more clearly. it was geto.

anger washed throughout his entire being.

“WHO ARE YOU”

“HURRY UP AND ANSWER WHO THE HELL ARE YOU”

the veins on his neck bulged and his body strained. he wanted to grab the imposter and pound him to the ground, again and again until he was nothing but pulp. but however much he tried, even with all his strength and will, he sat rooted to his spot.

geto laughed hysterically, “sheesh! calm down satoru, you're going to hurt yourself.”

tears welled up in gojo’s eyes. a sinister grin crept onto geto’s face, his sly eyes slanting at gojo.

“it’s me alright.”

gojo’s mouth parted. impossible. it can’t be. he felt like his heart was being thrown into a ditch and dunked into cold water repeatedly.

geto turned away, pacing around mindlessly.

“you thought you killed me didn’t you? well, sometimes you are wrong satoru.”

gojo still couldn’t process anything.

“i needed time for my plan to work. you were the only obstacle in my way,” geto explained.

“genius isn’t it? get the strongest shaman to kill you with their own hands, and suddenly you’re off the hook--completely off the radar.”

geto now squatted in front of gojo, lifting his head with a finger under his chin.

“thank you gojo, for helping me.”

gojo seethed. his face twitched. yet, he couldn’t do anything.

geto got up and began walking back to where he came from.

“you must be wondering why you can’t move, saturo. well, that’s because i’m the one who set the terms of this realm.”

“everything that happens in here obey’s me and me only. in short, i have full control.”

gojo was uninterested in whatever he had to say. who gives a fuck about how this place works. i don’t care about your stupid cursed techniques. i don’t give a fuck whatever you do to me.

why are you doing this suguru? why? i can’t understand it. how could you betray me like that? we were friends weren’t we? weren’t we going to save the world, be the most powerful sorcerers? why? why... why...

“shut up, suguru. i don’t want to hear you talk. do whatever you want with me, i’m here aren’t i?” gojo looked at the floor. his usually luminesce blue eyes were dull and empty.

“anything?”

---

from the darkness, geto reached down to grab something. gojo couldn’t quite make out what he was doing.

a deep, menacing laugh ripped from his throat. “you sure got a catch!”

in one harsh motion, geto swung his arm.

it was you.

---

gojo’s heart sunk to the bottom of his chest. his breath hitched.

it can’t be.

your body was thrown into the light. now, gojo could see you clearly.

you were barely conscious. your clothes were tattered and torn. there were scratches all over your body from the resistance you’d put up. you lay on the floor, shallow breaths creating a slow rise and fall of the chest. your black hair was strewn across your pretty face, your slender legs falling onto each other to the side.

it was definitely you alright.

“y/n!” gojo screamed with all his might, he wanted to spring onto his feet, to sprint in your direction but-

“stay.” geto’s voice reverberated throughout the realm. gojo’s body froze, he couldn’t move a muscle.

“sat..toru..?” your soft voice uttered, eyes fluttering open but just barely.

the tears rolled down his eyes, but his pained expression soon turned into fury.

“what’s the meaning of this, suguru?! what the fuck did you bring her here for?” gojo shouted.

geto kneeled next to you, hovering above. he brought his hand to your face and gently stroked your cheek with his finger. you winced at his touch.

“so pretty...” he purred. gojo was going to kill him. his blood boiled and his neck went hot.

his hand still stroking your face, geto looked at gojo.

“satoru ah, do you know how it feels like to be powerless?” geto asked.

“huh?!” what the fuck is he on.

“gojo satoru, the most powerful man in the world... you have no idea how it feels like to be weak.”

geto’s voice turned stern now.

“you’re too fucking arrogant satoru. did you know i hated you? you have it so fucking easy.

“you stood in my way. you’re too cocky. “you thought you got rid of me but you didn't.

“it’s time you know how it’s like to feel utterly fucking useless.”

---

you looked up at geto, mortified. this can’t be happening. tears welled up in your eyes, spilled over and trickled down your face.

you had no idea where you were. the last thing you remember was flailing your arms with all your might, trying to get away. then, things went dark.

when you awoke, you were already in this godforsaken place. it was disgusting. when you saw gojo, an unspeakable sense of relief washed over you.

gojo, your gojo. with gojo around, you felt safe. you knew he would do anything to protect you, anything at all.

you recognised the man who brought you here. suguru. geto was gojo’s best friend, how could you not know him? except, the person that brought you here was a stranger, completely unlike the geto you had met an uncountable amount of times before.

you’d known geto as a kind man, someone who would never hurt an innocent person. what’s going on?

still on the floor, muscles weak, you turned to face gojo with pleading eyes.

when he caught sight of your eyes, he crumbled. the only thing he wanted to do was run over the pick you up in his arms. run, run away. get away from here. but he couldn’t.

geto cupped your cheek into his palm, making you turn to look at him. he was blurry, your eyes filled with tears.

with his thumb, he swiped your eyes gently. “tsk tsk, don’t cry kitten. you’re too precious to cry.”

his hand stroked your face tenderly. “i’ll make you feel better in no time, i promise”

---

geto’s hand moved away from your face and to your neck, tracing your body downwards until he was between your chest. his hand rested gently on your breasts before moving back up.

“get your fucking hands off of her you bastard,” gojo hissed. his entire body was numb with anger.

geto snickered. “watch closely satoru.”

geto’s body hovered over you and he lowered his face close to yours. he placed his thumb onto your bottom lip, rubbing gently. pressing down, he forced your lips slightly apart. cocking his head to one side, you felt his lips brush against yours.

“stop... please stop...” gojo pleaded. he couldn’t look anymore.

geto rested his forehead on yours, his hands roaming downwards til they were at your chest again. he cupped one breast in his hand, squeezing gently.

he continued squeezing softly as the other hand found its way to your other tit. both his hands moved in unison, tenderly massaging your chest. the only thing separating the two of you was the thin shirt between you, already torn such that bits of your skin lay exposed. you could feel the roughness of his hands on your soft skin.

“geto-san...” you choked. this was wrong.

“shh... y/n, call me suguru.” his voice reverberated again.

“s-suguru.” you uttered. you had no control over your own body, your mouth had acted against your will.

he chuckled lowly, “good girl.”

every muscle in gojo’s body screamed. hearing your voice, your oh so familiar voice, say geto’s name like that made him want to die. that’s the voice you use to call me, y/n. you belong to me. his teeth clenched.

geto brought his fingers to your nipples, circling the sensitive area. his face was nestled into your cheek, his nose pressed against yours and his lips just shy of your lips.

“you’re so pretty y/n...” he said in a low voice. your nipples were getting hard under his touch. the perky tips poked from your thin shirt.

his face then moved to your neck and his body came on top of you. you could feel his hot breath. the way his body pressed against yours, the feeling of his hands on your nipples, you felt your core twinge.

no, no. this is wrong, this is so wrong.

he parted his mouth slightly, letting his hot tongue lap gently at your skin. wet, warm saliva coated a small spot on your neck. you closed your eyes and threw your head back in pleasure.

he sucked harshly at your skin before going back to licking, soothing the pain, repeating this process while fondling your chest. you felt his leg slip between yours, his muscular thigh pressing onto your core.

you almost squealed in delight at the relief but controlled yourself. gojo... i’m gojo’s... he’s watching i can't-

geto removed himself from your neck, making you disappointed at the loss of contact. then, in one swift motion, he ripped your shirt apart, completely exposing your chest.

fuck you. fuck you fuck you fuck you. gojo’s eyes burned with resentment. still, he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

your breasts were full and supple. your nipples were fully erect. very pretty.

geto brought his fingers to your nipples, pinching softly.

“mmm y/n, you have perfect tits you know that?” geto was upright now, still on top of you but letting himself take in the full view of your bare chest.

his fingers alternated between twisting your soft buds and cupping your entire breast. you could feel something hard press against your abdomen.

he lowered his face back down, now right on top of yours.

“you kiss these pretty lips satoru?” he turned his head to look at gojo in the eye. gojo said nothing, just glaring intently as if his stare alone had the power to obliterate the man. he wished.

geto stuck out his tongue slightly. with the wet muscle, he traced the shape of your lips. then he prodded your mouth, dipping his tongue into it.

“mmm...” he hummed, as his tongue explored your mouth. all you could do was take it, your mouth following his motions.

the kiss became very wet. your saliva mixed with geto’s, forming slick strands that connected your mouths together.

he moved his head from side to side, pressing into your mouth generously, lips harshly moving against yours. one hand rested on your breast, rubbing gently, while the other roamed your body, moving up and down your sides.

he pressed his body into yours. you could feel his firm muscles against your body. he rocked his body forward every now and then, in sync with the movements of the kiss.

his thick thigh still grinded against your core. you could feel yourself grow damp, your panties sticking to your folds. the friction and heat was just too arousing.

gojo watched as his best friends tongue dipped in and out of his girlfriends mouth. he watched as you closed your eyes and your mouth moved in tandem with geto’s. he imagined your core getting hot as geto’s thigh rubbed against your clit. fuck. you’re supposed to be mine. why, why?

after god knows how long of passionate kissing, geto parted from your lips. you stared up at him, your eyes wide and glistening.

“god satoru, her lips are so fucking addictive. selfish of you to keep her all to yourself.”

“don’t fucking talk about her like that. stop this, just stop.” gojo was bordering begging at this point.

geto chuckled, “not like you can do anything.”

---

“y/n... you turn me on so much...” geto purred.

“can you feel how hard i am?”

you could, but you didn't say a word.

“answer me.”

unwillingly, you nodded your head and whined. his hard length made a clear imprint on your hip. you could feel how big he was.

he chuckled. moving his hands down your abdomen, he dangerously approaching your sex.

“let’s see if you’re turned on too.”

he slipped his hand into your underwear and pants, his fingers directly coming between your slick folds.

a loud whine escaped your lips. his fingers were immediately coated in your juices.

he laughed loudly. “holy shit, you’re fucking dripping.”

he turned his head slightly to look at gojo, “looks like she's enjoying it.”

he dipped his fingers in and out of your folds, slipping up and down and stroking tenderly. soft moans erupted from your throat as his thick, coarse fingers grazed against your clit and hole.

when his fingers were sufficiently wet, he took his hand out of your pants, bringing them to his lips. now in sight, gojo could see your slick dripping down his fingers and palms. looking straight at gojo, geto lapped at his fingers, savouring the taste of your pussy.

“gojo, she tastes amazing.”

he got up now, taking steps away from you and towards gojo. squatting in front of him, gojo’s eyes were filled with contempt and his face was scrunched up in disgust.

“here, try some.”

geto pressed his fingers onto gojo’s lips, forcing his mouth open. he bopped his fingers in and out, making gojo suck on his fingers and taste you. gojo winced. it was weird and distasteful but god- he savoured every bit of you,

geto removed his fingers with a pop, turning back around to reach you.

he tugged your pants and underwear down your legs, revealing your clean, dripping pussy.

“fuck-” he hissed. your folds were glistening with slick, the juices spilling out and coating your inner thigh slightly.

he playfully swiped his fingers in your folds a few more times, spreading your lips just slightly to get a better view. your pussy clenched and pulsed, making him positively aroused and cocky at how much you wanted him.

“so fucking wet for me.” he said before dipping his head between your thighs. you let out a kitten-like moan.

the feeling of his warm mouth on your pussy was dizzying. he kissed your clit passionately, licking generously and sucking hard. you saw white, throwing your head back completely blissed out.

he nuzzled his mouth against you, creating friction and making you scream out.

“feel good kitten?” he hummed into your pussy, sending vibrations that made you squirm.

no no no, god no. fuck. i can’t control myself, it just feels too good-

gojo... you turned to look at him. his eyes met yours, just like they’d done a million times before. i’m sorry...

geto’s tongue moved more and more quickly. lewd, slick sounds echoed in the realm. you felt your high building up inside of you.

you felt so good it almost hurt. your hands went to geto’s head, fingers intertwining with his long locks, pulling at them. you tried pushing him off, feeling too close. but his large hands wrapped around your wrists and pinned them down harshly.

his lips sucked harshly on your clit and tongue twirled around your vulva. before long, your orgasm had unravelled.

a loud moan ripped from your throat, whiny and desperate. your body twitched and convulsed, grinding softly against geto’s face. he obliged, keeping his head in place as you rocked your clit against his wet lips.

his hands roamed up and down the sides of your legs as you rode out your orgasm.

i’m sorry gojo... that was the only thought that went through your head as waves of pleasure crashed in your core.

when you stayed still, only your chest heaving, geto got up. your head was turned to the side, eyes closed, still processing the intense orgasm you just had.

in front of you and kneeling between your legs, geto hastily removed his robes. as expected, geto’s body was muscular and firm. his shoulders were wide and built. his abs were hard and chiseled, his waist slim and slender.

you stared at his v-line and imagined where it led to, eyes following them until you were ogling at his boxers.

slowly, he tugged down his boxers, revealing his length inch by inch until it was finally free and snapped up and out of the cloth.

he was painfully hard, the tip swollen and an ungodly amount of precum leaking. thick veins bulged at the side and his balls were heavy. he was slightly less thick than gojo, but god was he long.

you gulped in anticipation.

it was painful seeing you like this, desperate for geto. how could you? gojo felt betrayed although he knew it was not your fault. it wasn’t your fault that geto had dragged you here against your will and without your consent. but still, you weren’t supposed to feel aroused by anyone but him. by my fucking best friend...

geto took his heavy shaft in his hands, pressing it down onto your wet pussy. you whined at the contact, feeling his tip at your clit.

he swiped his dick against you a few times, letting the slick of your juices and his precum mix together. both of you threw your head back, relishing in the feeling.

then he pressed the tip into your hole.

you gasped loudly and he hissed.

gojo looked away.

“look.”

straining, gojo slowly turned his head back. he was grimacing, but all he could do was stare.

geto pressed in further, his weight resting on his palms. you cried out, your arms slinging around his shoulders and clawing at his back.

“so fucking tight. fucking hell. you’re so soft inside, hm?”

geto was unrelenting, not letting you adjust as he steadily pushed himself all the way in. your pussy wasn’t giving in, straining and clenching around him even as he pushed down with his entire weight. tears rolled down your cheeks in pleasure and pain.

fuck, that pussy’s mine. get the fuck off you bastard. gojo cried inside.

slowly, he started pulling out, before pushing back in. he was so deep in you. you were crying.

he thrust into you agonisingly slowly, but each time making sure you took his entire length, his tip bumping against your cervix.

stop, stop no- you never wanted this. you loved gojo.

geto picked up the pace, thrusting into you harshly. his went down onto his forearm, leaning his weight forward you he could pound into you harder.

“fuck, satoru she feels so fucking amazing. ha!”

you couldn’t think straight. his cock rammed into you over and over.

gojo wanted to close his eyes but he couldn't. he stared at your pussy and watched his best friend disappear into you again, and again, and again.

your moans echoed, uncontrollable noises escaped your lips.

with each thrust, a new wave of pleasure hit you, slowly building up until you were a groaning mess. your limbs went slack and your head fell to the side.

when you opened your eyes, they met with gojo’s. you looked at him as your body jerked backward repeatedly. his eyes were filled with tears and his brows furrowed in anger. he felt himself get hard.

i hate you suguru. i will kill you. i will kill you.

a load, throaty groan erupted from geto’s throat.

“you fucking love this, don't you kitten? come on, tell me how good this feels.”

you said nothing, again, only whimpering in pleasure.

“tell me the truth.” he barked, voice hoarse.

once again, your voice resonated without your will. “it feels- ah! so good! suguru...”

“i need- hyuk! you to- fuck me!”

gojo’s heart sank to the floor.

“HAHAHA!” geto erupted into laughter. “hear that satoru? she fucking loves me.”

geto got onto both forearms, ramming at an unrestrained speed. your pussy was sore and hot, you were going to cum.

he hissed into your ear, his face buried into your neck as he pounding into you.

with one last thrust, he jerked you up so hard your body jumped. his cock twitched sharply and his veins throbbed.

spurts of liquid coated your walls, hot and thick.

your second orgasm erupted as well. this time, you made no sound, mouth agape but speechless.

burning waves rippled through your core.

geto continued thrusting into you, an ungodly amount of cum squirting into you.

“fucking hell y/n... you made me cum so much...”

his arms were wrapped around your body.

“i bet gojo couldn’t make you cum this hard,” geto purred, his head turning to look at gojo.

gojo glared at geto with an intensity that can only be characterised by insatiable rage.

a wide smirk was plastered on geto’s face.

he wore his robes back on, getting up and walking in the direction he had appeared from. soon, he was out of sight once more.

you lay on the floor in front of gojo, still twitching in pleasure.

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author’s note: i hope you guys liked that ;) this shit’s pure filth omfg. ok i hope to do this with sukuna and toji next. keep yourselves posted :)

the visuals are edited from the manga / artworks online and are not drawn by me. (all hail gege akutami)

(next part out soon)

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“It’ll be fine. I’m the strongest there is, after all.”

#jjk #gojo satoru #gojo #jujutsu kaisen

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thank you so much for all the support! i’m sorry there hasn’t been much content recently as i’ve been pretty busy but i hope to post more one shots with haikyuu/jjk characters ;)

at the mercy of - professor toji (4/4)

before we get started…

if you guys can get this part to 20 reblogs i’ll post comprehensive art for all the parts ;)) wink wink

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you decided to avoid the professor at all costs, but he has other plans for you. when you top the class on the assignment, he decides to reward you. well.

pairing: fem!reader x toji fushiguro

warnings: age gap, teacher-student relationship, DUB-CON, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, degradation, praise

words: 3.4k

previous parts: part 1 part 2 part 3

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at the mercy of - professor toji (4/4)

before we get started…

if you guys can get this part to 20 reblogs i’ll post comprehensive art for all the parts ;)) wink wink

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you decided to avoid the professor at all costs, but he has other plans for you. when you top the class on the assignment, he decides to reward you. well.

pairing: fem!reader x toji fushiguro

warnings: age gap, teacher-student relationship, DUB-CON, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, degradation, praise

words: 3.4k

previous parts: part 1 part 2 part 3

you heard the door bang shut. you scoffed. so he just comes and goes, classy. it was just you in the lecture hall now.

you looked down and grimaced at the sight. it was obscene. thick strands of white cum streaked across your thighs, so much so that it trickled down them.

you took pieces of tissue and hurriedly wiped them clean. when you saw that most of it was gone, you pulled up your underwear and flipped your skirt back. trying to look as unsuspicious as you could, you deftly opened the door and walked down the hallway.

even though you’d cleaned yourself up, you could still feel the sticky remnants of the professor on your skin.

—

when you reached your dorm, you quickly showered to wash away any memories from the past hour.

plopping your hair into a towel and wearing a clean set of clothes, you hopped onto bed. opening your laptop, you see a pop-up of your gmail.

Professor Toji Fushiguro 11.05pm

Resources

2 attachments

you just couldn’t get away from this bitch.

the email contained some articles and links about the previous assignment. i guess he’s not that useless after all. it was sent last night, probably after you went to his office… you were too distracted to check your email.

that was it.

you closed your laptop and made a determined face. you promised yourself to pretend nothing ever happened between the two of you, and would keep your head down. you settled on focusing on the next assignment.

—

as much as possible, you tried to ignore professor fushiguro every time you saw him. whether it was in the hallways or across a room, you avoided eye contact and kept your distance.

no distractions.

you studied the links he sent you well, and worked on your assignment day and night—writing drafts and redrafts. in his classes, you took listened attentively and took notes, nothing more.

however, despite your efforts to cold-shoulder him, he never stopped bothering you.

while you looked at your desk, you couldn’t help but notice his piercing stare lingering on you for a little too long. you could see the smug expression on his face, not trying to hide the fact that he would blatantly ogle at you.

when he gave the class time to work on certain things, he’d almost always come around near you. he checked on the students sitting next to you, then proceeded to examine you.

he precariously leaned over you, hand on the handle of your chair. he’d drop random criticisms like “too wordy” in a low voice, then circle round back to the front.

the attention made you uncomfortable. you just wanted him to leave you alone. nonetheless, a small part of you revelled in the excitement, that he had chosen you.

you were his girl.

you pushed the thought away.

other times, he stole touches from you. while walking around, his leg often brushed against yours. he always made a conscious effort to do all these things without people ever noticing.

this was a dirty little secret just between the two of you.

he’d drop pens near your leg and rest his hand on your inner thigh when he picked it up. you gasp at his touch and bite down your lip, your nervous expression earning smirk on his face.

two weeks went by like this.

you kept him out of your sight as much as possible, while he continued to pursue little expeditions on you. despite these small occurrences however, you never spoke to one another or met alone.

when the deadline of the assignment came around, you felt relieved when you submitted it. it was a good assignment. you were sure you’d do well this time.

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a few days later, you were sat in professor fushiguro’s lecture, looking down at your things.

“before we start class, i’d like to congratulate certain people,” the professor said into the microphone, his deep voice reverberating through the sound system.

“we saw a lot of improvements this time around, and i’m sure some of you would be pleased when you get back your results.”

he continued, “in particular… i’d like to single out miss y/n”. he said your name in a sultry voice that other students would have just taken as being dramatic. your breath hitched.

you looked up shyly, trying to ignore the stares you were getting and definitely not making eye contact with the professor.

“she topped the class this time around. good job.”

a few scattered claps echoed.

when you finally looked at his face, it was that stare again. the look he gave you when he wanted something from you. you gulped and bowed your head down once again.

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after class, just as you had done umpteen times before, you quickly packed your bag and prepared to be one of the first ones out of the hall. you made swift steps towards the door—until you were stopped.

you bit your tongue when you felt the rough, large hand rest on your shoulder.

every touch of his intoxicated you.

he leaned in, just slightly, and said close to your ear, “meet me after class, i have something for you.” then, he walked out of the door.

for a while you stood rooted to the ground. here we go again.

—

when you entered the door, you sheepishly managed a “you called for me?”

the professor was sitting at his desk as he always was, looking up at you with a large grin. “come on now, sit down.”

you gulped, and slowly made your way to the seat across his. your hands nervously fiddled with one another on your thighs.

the professor leaned over the table, arms outstretched but still sitting down.

“i’m impressed miss y/n, you improved a lot.”

you nodded your head, not looking at him.

“looks like someone’s been studying hard. or maybe you learnt a good lesson from me.”

he leaned back on his chair now, twirling his pen absentmindedly.

you nibbled on your lip.

you heard him chuckle before standing up and coming round the table. he leaned against the table, just next to your chair.

“you’ve been avoiding me,” he said in a low voice.

you looked up at him now. he’d noticed? what a fucking weirdo.

“whyd’ya do that for?” he almost whispered, leaning in and taking a lock of your hair in his fingers, twisting it endearingly.

he let his finger drop to your face, slowly tracing down your cheek to your chin, before taking a thumb and placing it softly on your lip.

you were completely transfixed, just letting him do whatever he wanted while looking straight into his eyes.

“you’ve been such a good girl, working hard. do you want a reward?” he whispered, cocking his head to one side to look at you, then the other side. his thumb gently rubbed at your lip.

you gulped, and slowly nodded. you hated yourself for being like this, but you couldn’t deny yourself anymore.

you wanted him. and you wanted him badly.

the professor marvelled at your innocent expression. your eyes were wide and glistened when you looked up at him, and the fact that you wanted him amused him greatly.

“good girl. i’ll give you what you want,” he said, stroking your cheek with his index finger.

“have you been thinking about me?”

your face froze. you didn’t want to admit to him that in the past two weeks, he never left your mind.

you ached for his small gestures of affection in class, and you thought about him while you were in the shower.

almost every night, your fingers travelled below your waistband, and you came on them hard to the thought of him fucking you.

it was sick. you’re sick, you thought to yourself.

when you didn’t respond, he softly tightened the grip on your face. “answer me, baby”

your lips parted. “y-yes.”

he smiled. “and what do you do when you think of me?” he asked.

“i- i touch… myself,” you barely hiccuped this out.

he closed his eyes and dropped his head, smirk growing wider. the thought of you masturbating to him turned him on so much. you little slut, he thought. pretending you don’t want me and then creaming yourself when you’re back in your dorm.

he looked at you again. now, he put his face close to yours. his nose brushed against yours and you felt his breath on your mouth.

“so what do you want me to do to you, miss y/n?” his lips slightly grazed yours when he spoke.

“k- kiss me. please.” you begged softly. your eyes shimmered with anticipation.

he chuckled loudly and throatily. before you knew it, his lips came crashing down onto yours. harshly.

immediately, your mind went blank. the feeling of his lips on yours made you ecstatic. you’re his girl.

he pressed his face into yours, mouths intertwining and moving together. the rough scar on his lip contrasted to the softness of your plump ones. you head bobbed back and forward has he took your neck into his wide palm, tilting your head to shift into the kiss before changing positions.

this attention he was giving you drove you mad. even if he was being brash, he’d never shown any affection towards you like this.

then, a soft, warm muscle prodded brutally at your lip, forcing them to part. professor toji’s tongue dipped into your mouth, hot and heavy. he moulded his tongue against yours, twirling around and sucking hard. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, completely blissed out.

he parted from your lips suddenly, a trail of saliva still connecting to it. “you’re so desperate for me, huh kitten?” you hummed at the pet name, brows furrowed to indicate that you wanted more.

two large hands wrapped around your waist and picked you up from the seat. the professor placed you onto the table and stood between your parted legs.

he rested his forehead against yours, your noses brushing each other gently. “you’ve been such a good girl, i can’t help but make you feel good.”

his face went down your neck, nuzzling into it and placing harsh bruises. he sucked at your skin hard and nibbled it with his teeth softly. you knew he was purposely doing this to make his mark on you.

he decorated your collarbone and neck with hickeys, before trailing back up the side of your head.

there, he took your earlobe into his wet mouth, and sucked on it gently. the contact on this sensitive area made you throw your head back and close your eyes in pleasure.

his vast palms roamed around your body, rubbing up and down your sides and back, occasionally reaching for your ass and squeezing gently. his body was now plastered onto your front, and you could feel every one of his firm muscles.

then, without warning, he slipped a hand through the waistband of your pants and into your underwear. you gasped at the sudden movement and the feeling of his fingers against your clit.

“so fucking wet,” he hummed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

in one swift motion, he tugged your pants and underwear off completely, leaving you completely exposed. your cheeks reddened. he moved away from your neck and stood in front of you, making it dead obvious that he was admiring your pussy.

he stared intently, a smirk on his face. his fingered dipped into your folds experimentally, sliding up and down your pink pussy and spreading it wide to get a good look.

“so pretty...” he cooed, taking in the sight in front of him.

suddenly, he grabbed you by the hips and threw you further inward of the table. you were now leaning backwards, elbows supporting your weight and legs splayed on the table. it was embarrassing just how you opened your legs for him, letting him take in every inch of you without putting up a fight.

then, he slowly lowered his face towards the table, and right in front of your sex. he stayed there for a while, unmoving, just letting his hot breath blow softly onto your clenching pussy, making you wait in anticipation.

“do you want daddy to make you feel good kitten?”

fuck. your pussy pulsed.

“y-yes daddy. please.”

at once, he swiped a thick and firm line across your pussy, flattening his wide tongue. you threw your head back and moaned loudly. he sucked harshly on your clit, before dipping his entire face into your folds, making out with your hole.

his tongue slipped up and down your folds, grazing unyieldingly against your sensitive nerves.

“does this feel good kitten?” he didn’t move his face away, humming into your pussy. the vibrations caused you to groan loudly.

“yes professor! it feels- so good!” you coughed up, his tongue still lapping at your pussy.

suddenly, he stood up and you groaned at the loss of contact. when you looked up at him, your body tensed at the burning glare he directed at you.

a tight slap hit your pussy. you screamed just a little in pain and pleasure. before you knew it, he slapped it again, hard, making you gasp.

“what do you call me?”

you gulped, “d-daddy. i’m sorry daddy.”

he lowered himself in front of your sex again, his warm tongue soothing the stinging pain on your cunt.

this time, he was unrelenting. he picked up the pace, his mouth and tongue moving mercilessly and not giving you time to catch a breath.

“h-hngh! daddy! oh- it’s too much-” you gasped.

he continued to bury his mouth into you, nuzzling his mouth periodically to create more friction.

soon, you felt your climax building up. he was just not letting up and you felt yourself get closer and closer. with the skilfulness of his movements and the softness of his wet tongue, you were growing weak, and pleasure radiated from your pussy.

at once, you came undone.

“ahHhh- oh- oh...” you groaned loudly. waves of pleasure pulsated in your body. you grabbed a fistful of the professor’s hair, shoving his face downwards and rocking your hips onto his mouth.

still riding his face gently, you let yourself fully immerse in your orgasm.

but this ended swiftly, when the professor took you by the wrist and tugged your hand off his head. he squeezed your arm tightly, making you writhe in pain.

“ah-” “know your fucking place you whore.” he hissed.

grabbing you by the hips once more, he easily pulled you off the table. he spun you around and pushed you, making you fall onto the table, your ass up.

at an instant, a loud resounding slap reverberated in the room. you let out a soft whimper, your ass stinging smartingly. before the pain had a chance to subside, another slap was felt against your soft and delicate cheeks. tears welled up in your eyes.

then, he rubbed his calloused hands gently over the stinging area, soothing the pain. his hand dipped back into your folds, spreading you out playfully and squeezing at your lips.

you could hear him take off his pants and looked back to ogle at the sight. once more, you saw his cock freed from his boxers, thick and massive. you loved his cock.

he walked forward, placing his tip onto your cunt playfully.

“how much do you want my fat cock kitten?” you replied a little too quickly, “so much, daddy. i need your cock in me now.”

he obliged, immediately pressing all the way into you.

you wanted to scream. he was enormous, and didn't give you time to adjust at all. asshole.

his thick cock spread your pussy wide, and your walls ached. he reached places you didn’t even know existed. you’d never taken a cock this long before.

it hurt like fucking hell, but you wanted—no, needed him to move. whimpering, you rocked your hips forward desperately.

“what do you want kitten? beg for it like you mean it.” he hissed.

“move, move please- i need you to fuck me..” you begged, eyes watering.

“i’m going to fuck you dumb you whore.”

he listened to you alright.

he pulled his dick out slowly, before slamming right back into you, hard. the force shook your whole body forward, before he drew out, and shoved his cock into you again.

soon, he picked up the pace, thrusting faster and faster but not compromising on the strength. with each thrust, his dick dug into your core, hard.

the pleasure was making you go giddy. the way his dick stretched you out felt like heaven. you loved being used by him like this. you wanted him to do nasty things to you, to fuck you like you were just his toy and nothing more.

his fingers dug into your hips as he pounded into you from the back, bruising your skin.

without taking his cock out, he carried you onto the table and spun you around to sit on it. he lifted your legs up to his shoulders. your pussy was completely at the mercy of him.

he was now looking directly at you while he continued to fuck you hard. a large smirk was plastered on his face as he drilled into you again, and again, and again. uncontrollable moans slipped out of your mouth and tears were streaming down your face in ecstasy as well as pain.

the professor looked down at your cunt, watching himself disappear into you repeatedly. he rested his palm on your abdomen, pressing down hard. you screamed in pain. you could feel every crevice of his cock like this.

“yes kitten, you take my dick so well. you should feel lucky you get to take my huge cock. no one will ever fuck you this good i promise.”

he was fucking cocky but you knew he was right. “fuck- fuck yes daddy you have the best cock in the world. fuck-” you could barely get your words out. your pussy was getting so sore and you felt your climax approach for the second time.

with a few more thrusts, you were coming undone around his cock. lewd moans fell from your mouth and your eyes rolled back. you could barely breathe.

“so pretty when you come. i could just watch you come all day, again and again.”

with each “again”, rocked his hip forward especially hard, before resuming his previous pace. you were so overstimulated but he showed no signs of stopping. fucking stamina.

the walls of your pussy throbbed and twinged. you didn’t know if you wanted more or if you wanted him to stop. either way, it didn’t matter to him.

you felt his cock twitch into your cunt. grunts escaped his mouth with ever thrust. he leaned his body onto yours, causing you to fall back onto the table. his large arms caged you down, and he hovered above you as he pounded.

he was getting close, and his movements were rocking the whole table. loud creaking sounds echoed threw out the room, and the table shifted backward ever so slightly.

please... please just come already. i can’t take this anymore.

a loud groaned ripped from the professors throat and his hip rocked so hard that his dick nestled into the deepest crevices of your cunt.

warm liquid coated your walls, streaking white on your insides. he came, a lot.

he bucked his hips forward harshly, riding out his high.

you were going to come again, so he pressed his fingers firmly against your clit. this was the last thing you needed to come undone again.

you both heaved, mesmerised in absolute pleasure.

cum continued to leak into your sex. by then, you were stuffed full with his seed. you didn’t know that someone could cum that much. it made you feel full and warm.

you were shaking at this point. your legs twitched and your pussy clenched uncontrollably. he had utterly wrecked you.

you were so sore from coming so hard so many times, and from being fucked senseless by his massive cock.

his face buried into the crook of your neck, thrusting slowly. your breath was heavy and you heaved against his firm body as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“mmm... you take my cock so well kitten,” he hummed.

“you make me feel so good. did you like your present?”

you nodded your head vigorously, whimpering. your neck felt hot from his breath.

he let out a ghastly chuckle.

“then you better keep working hard if you want daddy to fuck you again.”

again.

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Kabedon the main 4 MSBY

I'm finding a way to bully atsumu? Yeah? What about it?

Extra.

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these are so good😭

# THE MSBY JACKALS VISUALS [HQ]

MAKE SURE YOU’RE ALONE AND WEAR HEADPHONES !

Warning: twitter p*rn links. minors dni. 17+.

A/n: First post, I hope you guys like!

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Brew (3/?) - A Suna Rintarou Story

pairing: fem!reader x suna rintarou

genre: fluff, slow burn

description:

upon entering an unfamiliar place on her own for the first time, y/n faces many challenges assimilating into her new life as a first year in wadesa university. she has a bright future ahead of her. her dreams see her through, and she's not willing to let anything get in her way. unbeknownst to her is a teashop boy that will alter her fate in ways she could never had imagined.

previous chapter: chapter 2

chapter 3

after going to the store almost every day, you and suna grew closer. one day, suna brings you out for drinks when he sees you need a break.

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things continued to go along this way.

you realised that the shop rarely had customers besides you. there were many loyal customers that came at specific times of the day to get their regular order, but they almost always had it on-the-go. if there was anyone, it was a quiet old man or lady who sat at the corner reading a book or the newspaper. this made suna very bored for most of the time—a perfect opportunity to bother you.

the usual day went like this—there was always the ritualistic tease when he walked through the door, then a little poke every now and then to annoy you while you were studying. sometimes, he'd get a cake for himself and sit at your table, so you could steal some bites (only because he always offered, which you liked). other times, he'd steal yours—mostly against your will.

the first time it happened was when suna came back from training. the door clinked, and an angsty, sweaty man appeared in front of you. he looked grumpy.

when he saw the white-frosting covered, luscious elderflower lemon cake on your table, his eyes widened.

before you knew it, he had sat down, munching at the cake with a fork.

"this is so fucking good" he hissed. his mouth stuffed with cake so it came out muffled.

"what the fuck?!" you swatted at his hand but he just moved out of the way.

"get your own damn cake" you frowned.

"no. it tastes better when i take yours."

sometimes you wanted to strangle this man.

"and besides," he continued, "i'm hungry. i went for training, you have just been sitting here."

you scoffed. "are you sure it's not just cos you suck at volleyball?"

he looked right into your eyes and smiled widely.

"i don't think you'd say that if you watched me play."

you said nothing. his confidence was both infuriating and attractive.

—

for the most part suna'd try to leave you alone, seeing as how grumpy you got when you realised "how much time i wasted!" after you both had lost track of time while talking. but some days, you'd talk at length, sometimes even for hours.

in one of these conversations, you'd found out he was actually quite a bit older than you.

"twenty-three?!" you gasped, incredulous.

"then why do you have a maturity of a six year old," you teased.

"since i'm your senior, i think you'd better start treating me with more respect," he said in a exaggeratedly pompous voice.

"i cant— you have a brain of AT MOST a fourteen year old. you give me fourteen vibes." you waved your cup around to gesture as you said this, amused.

"whyd'ya say that" he pouted.

"first of all, you are pouting right now. also, all you do is play video games and volleyball. sounds pretty early teen to me."

"that's rude." he got up, faking ignoring you and being pissed.

so suna was three years your senior, you being twenty. you'd always liked older men and found this curious, but swatted that thought away almost immediately. this was suna we were talking about.

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even though you would never admit it, you enjoyed suna's company a lot. no matter how much he bothered you, you still prefered it over staying in school. the teashop was a perfect little escape for you. the quaint and quiet environment was all you could ask for, and the food they served was immaculate. but mostly, you just liked having suna talk to you.

he had the knack for being able to decrypt your mood, although people often found it hard to figure you out. it was probably because of your reserved nature, and your tendency to not let your feelings show too much. but suna seemed to see past your facade.

he could tell when you were frustrated or upset. he'd buy a cake and say nothing, just sitting across you and pushing the plate towards you. other times, he pat your head and asked you if you wanted to talk. something about this made your heart twist into a knot.

one particular day, you were resting your head on the table, exhausted.

you checked your watch.

9.47pm.

the class you were doing was absolutely wracking your brain. even after spending the entire day on it, you were still no where close to understanding anything. this made you doubt yourself and felt worn out.

you hadn't intended to, but slowly, you drifted off into a deep sleep.

—

"y/n." suna whisper-shouted at you, placing his hand gently on your shoulder.

you didn't budge.

"y/n!" he whisper-shouted again, slightly louder and shaking your shoulder.

you let out a irritated groan and stirred on the table. he left his hand on your shoulder and sat beside you. you could feel his pant brush against your legs.

"y/n you look like you need a break." he said softly, in a normal voice now.

"do you wanna go for a drink?"

suddenly, you felt a surge of energy in your body. you slowly rose from the table and were now sitting up straight. your turned to look at him, your eyes slightly widened with excitement and a smile plastered on your face.

"let's go," he said as he got up, nudging his head towards the door. you quickly threw all your things into your bag and hurried after him eagerly.

suna was a few paces in front of you, not bothering to slow down on purpose. you ran up to him and put your hand on his back.

"where are we going??" you had a cheeky smile on your face, semi-dangling off of him while looking at him in anticipation.

"are you sure you aren't an alcoholic? cuz you are sure acting like one right now," he teased.

'just tell me," you demanded in a low voice. you were now standing straight as a stick and walking as normally, displaying disapproval of what he said.

he pointed at the corner of the street. you guys hadn't walked very far from the teashop and there was a small pub that stood at the end of the road. retro neon lights decorated the exterior, illuminating the walls and street with vibrant hues. from here, you could hear the loud sounds of chatter, bursts of laughter, and faint music playing inside.

while you were still taking in the sight, suna had already walked ahead.

"come on now," he said, gesturing with his hand.

you smiled to yourself and jogged slightly to catch up.

the pub was as cozy as you had imagined it to be. it spotted a rustic design on the inside, with brown, wooden furniture. there was a band playing live. some people turned towards them and admired the music from their seats while others ignored it and engaged in hearty conversations. you and suna crept onto the high stools at the bar.

"hey man," suna bent over the counter to give the bartender a shoulder bump. you guessed that they were became friends after suna visited the pub several times.

"one vodka soda for me and..." he turned to you.

"em," you hesistated, "a martini?"

"and one martini for the lovely lady over here." he smiled at you.

you rolled your eyes and turned away to conceal the fact that you were blushing. suna was looking at the live band performace without facing you.

"you don't have a go-to bar drink?" he asked.

you shook your head and looked down, smiling mindlessly. he turned to look at you.

"why not?"

"well... i guess it's just cuz i hate the taste of hard liquor."

suna's eyes widened with shock and mouth fell open as if this was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.

"no way! i fucking love hard liquor."

you made a disgusted face.

"well," he turned his entire body to face you now, "i guess its cuz you haven't found the right one."

the bartender placed your drinks on the table, and suna lifted his glass to you before downing it.

"hey aran." aran was the name of the bartender.

"get me two scotch on the rocks, two tequila shots and two whiskeys, neat" he listed.

you almost slapped him.

"you're going to drink all of that?!" you flicked his forehead.

"ow," he laughed, rubbing the spot you had hit, "of course not, idiot. we're trying liquor."

"oh." that made more sense.

—

suna tried to make it dramatic. you two were sitting side by side, 8 shot glasses lined up in front of you.

"okay, we'll start from the left and go all the way to the right," he said excitedly, eyes beaming

"isn't that a bit lame?" you cocked your head to the side.

"what do you mean!" he exclaimed, sounding offended.

"so what we're just gonna drink it? then what."

he looked down and thought hard.

"i suggest," you started, "we play dare or drink."

suna's eyes lit up.

you both agreed that the game would go like this—if the person decided not to do the dare, they'd have to drink. if they did the dare successfully, the other would have to drink. the dares couldn't be too extreme, if not no one would ever do them.

you guys started off with a few harmless ones, taking turns to perform dares and drink. you made suna stand on the table and shout that he had a small dick, which mostly just earned stares and a weird silence that made the both of you laugh uncontrollably afterwards. you were dared to post a very, very unflattering picture of yourself on both your instagram stories (for 24 hours of course).

"i dare youuu," suna slurred, "to ask aran for a dick pic."

your mouth fell, "scandalous!"

he didn't think you'd do it but you cocked your eyebrow, getting out of your seat while looking at him, giving him a look that said i'll prove you wrong.

suna sat and watched you walk over to the tall man, bends over the bar and talk to him seductively. he chuckled at your over-exaggerated expressions. aran laughed, and soon, the both of you started flirting back and forth.

from his seat, suna couldn't hear what you were talking about, but he was suddenly overwhelmed with panic and jealousy. damn, that was stupid of me, he thought to himself. he shot up, walked over to you swiftly and cut into the conversation abruptly.

"pap, pap, pap!— that's enough y/n. hey! aran, that was a dare," he pulled you by the waist, leading you back to your seats, "see you around!"

your head was heavy and dazed. you pouted.

"no fun"

"you don't need to go above and beyond your dare y/n, i won't grade you on it," suna chucked.

—

after god knows how long of doing mindless, silly dares, the two of you were slumped on the table, looking at each other. both of you were woozed out from the drinks, but you, especially so. you couldn't handle your alcohol, and that was apparent right now.

"weeeee should get more drinks! i want another drink, suna. let me tryyyy a fireeballllllllll," you slurred, dragging out the 'ball' especially. your hand lightly rested on his forearm, nudging him to order.

"y/n, i think you should stop here," he said, patting your head.

you pouted and turned away from him. he laughed at the tanturm you were throwing.

at this moment, a familiar tune started playing from the speakers.

"ladies and gentlemen, we're now starting our 80s segment! grab your partners and come on to the dance floor!"

you lifted up your head high and gasped loudly. the song that was playing was livin' on a prayer by bon jovi.

"i love this music, come on!" you grabbed suna's arm and jumped out of your chair, pulling him with you.

the two of you pulled out your slightly-worse-than-average dance moves, doing nincompoopish, cheesy ones that made the both of you laugh. your bodies came together and separated. your arms dangled on each other momentarily at points of time. you dragged and twirled each other around, creating a mess of a dance routine, moving to the music. you were super out of it, but every touch still burned on your skin. you and suna had established an affectionate friendship because neither seemed to mind, but he was unaware about how you melted just a little every time he touched you.

little did you know, he was also hyperaware of this. he stared at the way you dorkishly moved around, the way you smiled when you were jumping to the music. he wanted to pull you in and hold you—but he didn't. he was just grateful for whatever bumps and caresses he could get.

as you two made your way across the dance floor, the retro disco lights tinted your faces and bodies. the music was loud and pulsing. with all that drinking, both of you felt wobbly and ecstatic. this felt perfect.

after a couple of songs, a thin sheen of sweat coated the both of your foreheads. you were panting, completely exhausted from all the over the top dancing you two did. you chuckled lazily. then, you pulled him close and put your mouth to his ear. this made his throat tighten a bit, a shudder going down his spine. you semi-shouted over the music, "i think we should sit down!" your body could barely hold itself up and you slumped onto his shoulder. with one hand, he held you up by the arm, dragging you to the seat again.

you immediately lay your head onto the table, bringing a shot glass to your lips and drinking whatever little liquor was left in it. before he could take it away, you had finished it, and he sighed.

you pressed your forehead onto the table, smiling to yourself drunkedly.

she's gone, he thought.

"alright, i think it's time to go home," he announced, walking towards you and making you sit up by lifting your shoulders with his large hands.

your body slumped forward, making suna pull you even farther backward and onto his chest. your back pressed gently onto his firm abdomen. he's muscular, you thought.

"god, y/n, you shouldn't have drank so much."

"youuu! were the onee who got the drinkssss.... i simplyy drank what was offered..." you slurred.

"thats because you didn't let me finish any for you. don't blame your alcoholic tendencies on me babe"

babe? it was supposed to be ironic and sarcastic but it still made the both of you tense. your heart skipped a beat and suna scolded himself for being stupid.

your leaned your head onto his chest, resting your weight onto him.

"come on. let's go," he said, pulling one of your arms over his shoulder and supporting the other with his hand around you.

you stumbled out of the pub, your face still on his chest.

—

with you slurring half-assed directions and barely making it through awake, suna only just managed to navigate his way to your school gate. he asked you for your card, and tapped to let you two in, still dragging you all the while.

in the elevator, you said, "eighthhh floor," and proceeded to press the '5' button below it.

suna let out a chuckle, laughing at how utterly useless you were in this state. it was so adorable. he jerked you upwards to get a better grip on you and pressed the right floor. you let your face bury into his chest even more.

the entire journey here, suna tried to keep his cool and ignore the fact that you were plastered onto him. the drunk you had absolutely no concept of boundaries, and you happily leaned your weight on him and clung onto his body with your hands. he wished he could hold you like this more often, even if you weren't drunk. it felt wrong of him to think of this when you were so vulnerable, so he focused on getting you back, and then promptly getting out of there.

when you entered the dorm, no one seemed to be around. suna led you to the corridor and helped you into the room you directed him to. the room was dark and he didn't turn on the lights to let you rest easy. he plopped you onto the bed, gently letting your head down onto the pillow. just slightly, the moonlight peered into the room and illuminated your face. you looked peaceful, as if you had been in a deep sleep for a while now. suna couldn't help but stare at you. you were beautiful. he let himself smile, knowing that you couldn't see him.

"do you need me to take off your make up?" suna said softly, stroking your hair behind your ear.

"mmmhm i haveee wipes in my baggg..." the way your lips moved was so pretty.

he rummaged your bag and took the make up wipes out. as tenderly as he could, he wiped your face, smoothing over your brows, your forehead, your cheeks, your lips... he was engrossed, admiring every inch of it. you hadn't worn that much make up, so it didn't take a lot to clean it up.

he dampened your towel and dabbed it lightly on your face.

you laughed throatily and softly, "whered'yaa learn that!"

"i have a sister remember," he said quietly. suna's younger sister led him to learn things about girls so that he could take care of her. you wished to thank her one day.

when he was done, he didn't leave just yet. he let himself admire you just a little more.

he brought hisn hand up to your face, tracing the frame of it with his fingers softly.

"goodnight, y/n," he whispered.

"goodnight, rin."

suna gulped.

it was the first time you'd called him that.

—to be continued—

chapter 4 coming soon~

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kurootoot · 3 years

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LMAO i’m ded. not chapter 2 of at the mercy of having lesser notes than chapter 3?! appreciate loving yourself guys😤 jk i’m writing for a bunch of people with daddy issues.

(at the mercy of - toji fushiguro smut)

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kurootoot · 3 years

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at the mercy of - professor toji (3/4)

the next day, the ordeal has you late for class. professor fushiguros one.

pairing: fem!reader x toji fushiguro

warnings: age gap, teacher-student relationship, NON-CON, fingers ;), thigh fucking, degradation, praise kink, public space

words: 2.8k

previous part: part 2

you tussled in your bed. i had a good sleep last night, you thought to youself. you stretched your back and hands like a cat, letting out a lazy groan. with your eye's fluttering open, you saw the morning light stream into your room. the trees and their branches outside your window cast shadows that danced around your floor. it was beautiful... except... why did the light look so bright?! you immediately jumped up off your bed and turned to your clock.

11:15 AM

scrambling for your phone, you mumbled under your breath "fuck, fuck, fuck!".

when you finally found it, you opened your time table.

Tuesday, 11.00am - GENERAL BUSINESS (PROF. FUSHIGURO)

your fucking luck.

you got ready at lightning speed.

well, i'm only late because of you anyway, fucktard. i forgot to set my alarm because- because i was... nevermind

you threw on whatever was laying around, grabbed your totebag and ran the fuck out of your dorm.

—

when you reached the outside of the lecture hall, you stood in front of the door, not wanting to go in. you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and grabbed the handle.

the door creaked open loudly, making the professor standing in front of you stop whatever he was saying and earning the attention of basically the entire hall.

you gulped.

"well look who finally decided to show up." professor fushiguro said into the microphone.

it was 11.25am by the time you’d reached, twenty-five minutes late for a one hour lecture.

"i'm sorry professor fushiguro, i was-"

"so, you think you're better than everyone else here huh?" he cut you off before you could apologise properly. he was still speaking into the mic. your cheeks burned.

"so everyone else has to come here on time but you? no no no, miss y/n gets to come whenever she likes."

this earned a few "ooo"s from the crowd.

"also, what the fuck are you wearing." a few students chuckled at the professor swearing. usually, professors weren't allowed to swear in class, but no one was going to report him anyway.

you glanced down. you were wearing a white mini skirt, and it was painfully short. you usually only wore it out for parties or to the club, and it so happened to be laying around when you were getting ready today. without even thinking about it, you had put it on. you self-consciously tugged at your skirt to pull it down.

your throat was tight. "i'm sor-"

"meet me after class." he said sternly.

this time, there were many more "ohhhhh"s and "ooooo"s from the crowd. some people even clapped their hands.

you bowed your head down, making your way up to a seat while people's eyes followed you.

—

throughout the entire class, you couldn't concentrate. you took out your materials and had a pen in your hand, but the words just floated around the page and the professors voice drifted in and out of your head.

you kept thinking about how stupid you were.

out of all the classes, you just had to be late for this one.

more than anything else, you worried about meeting him after class. the thought of him scolding you made you wince because he was so damn terrifying. but most of all... you were scared that scolding wasn't the only thing he was going to do to you.

you kept your eyes locked on your table.

—

"okay that's it for today folks. your assignment's due next friday and i will not give a fuck about giving you marks if you forget it." he annouced, signalling the end of the class.

you gulped. the time you had dreaded finally came.

you picked up your things slowly, packing up while students slowly left the lecture hall. some people whispered amongst themselves before looking back at you.

you put your tote bag on your shoulder, and hesitantly made your way down to the front.

sitting on a chair that was directly in front of the lecturer's desk, you avoided professor fushiguro’s gaze by looking down at the floor, waiting for the last few students to trickle out of the room.

the last person went through the door, closing it with a loud bang.

it was just you and him now.

—

suddenly, you felt that the room was extremely, extremely small—suffocatingly so. you continued to avoid his eye contact.

"so,"

his first word made you shudder.

"firstly, you burst into my office unannounced. secondly, you swear at me. then, you proceed to be late for my class." he looked up at you now, you could feel his gaze even though your eyes were looking down.

"is that right?"

you said nothing.

"look at me you bitch"

your eyes slowly moved upwards to meet his gaze. it was piercing and cold. you wanted to die.

"i can't have this kind of attitude in my class. keep this up and i'll throw you out." his words were curt and cutting.

"you really are a brat, aren't you? miss y/n just does whatever miss y/n wants to do. i bet you think the whole fucking world revolves around you."

you didn't.

now, he got out of his seat. you never once broke eye contact as he made his way around the table.

the professor was now standing in front of you. you could feel his pants brushing against your knees.

suddenly, he leaned down. one arm rested on the handle next to you, while and other went downwards—suspiciously so.

his face was on top of yours. you looked away.

"and what the fuck is this?" he hissed softly. his other hand had picked up the corner of your skirt. just for a brief moment, his fingers grazed over your thigh lightly as he did. your breath hitched.

his fingers were rough, just as you had imagined.

once again, his hot breath was on your face.

you knew where this was going. you thought about the fact that the doors weren't locked.

"look at me" he grunted. you could feel every word he uttered.

your face strained to turn to him. this way, his lips were only about an inch in front of yours and his eyes pierced through you.

"you need to be punished." he said plainly.

you felt your heart stop.

—

"get up." he commanded, he was now standing straight.

you slowly rose from your seat. your bodies felt like they could almost press against each other, although they didn't. he towered over you, and his chest was much larger than your shoulders.

before you could process anything, he had grabbed you by the wrist harshly and flung you towards the table. you were thrown with such force that you had folded in half onto the surface. your ass was now up in the air and on display for him.

you didn't dare look back, moving to get up from your elbows when-

"stay." and you did.

it felt like eons had passed. you couldn't see what he was doing.

he was actually staring at your ass. the way the mini skirt covered it was so fucking sexy. it was so short that it barely covered your cheeks, revealing your sweet, supple skin that lay just below it. the pleats rested over the curve of your plump bottom. he could see your white underwear just a little and he smirked. that's fucking hot, he thought.

then, when you felt a large hand smooth over your skirt on your ass cheek, you gasped.

he moved slowly, as if savouring every inch, every curve, the soft flesh. soon, it was two hands roaming on your ass. his left hand squeezed one buttcheek, while the right continued smoothing over your other one. he continued doing this painfully slowly, his immense hands alternating between rubbing and squeezing. it was excruciatingly erotic. you felt yourself get wet.

then, in an instant, he flipped your skirt over. it was completely lifted up, revealing your white underwear. he wasted no time, immediately placing his hands onto your bare ass cheeks and squeezing. now, his hands were directly on your skin. you could feel the roughness of it. this made your pussy clench.

he stepped forward. his front pressed onto your ass, hands still holding the sides.

"miss, y/n..." he slurred, "you need to be careful about what you wear..."

he pulled you off the table by grabbing you around the waist, pressing your entire back onto his abdomen and chest. he rested his chin on your shoulder. you could feel his hard, muscular body, his chest muscles, his abs, and something else too...

"if you go around lookin like that, what the fuck am i supposed to do?" he hissed.

he pressed his mouth against your ear when he said this, sending vibrations into your ear and shock waves down your spine... and right to your pussy. you let out an audible gasp.

he now removed his hands from your ass and held the sides of your hips, his body still completely plastered against yours. he leaned forward, pressing his hard dick into your ass. the edge of the table prevented you from moving away. the only thing you could do was stand there and let him press into you.

these sensations were driving you crazy. when you were in his office, sure you had seen is dick before and felt it in your hand and mouth, but you hadn't felt it for real. his dick was larger than you remembered, feeling the long length from the sensation against your ass. he pressed you so deep onto the table that he was practically fucking you. at least that's what it felt like.

his head nuzzled into your neck.

"you turn me on too much..." it came out muffled, his lips grazing against your sensitive skin.

then, one of his hand creeped forward from its position, following the bone of your hip and circling to the front—

you let out a weak moan. this earned a smirk from the professor.

his hand was now on your clit, with just your thin underwear between you and his skin.

when you looked down, you realised just how wet you were. a large pool had formed at your sex, turning a big patch of your white underwear translucent. the sight of his hand on you could have killed you.

slowly, he started circling his fingers. you breathed slowly and heavily.

his face was next to yours, your cheeks pressing together.

"fuckkk... miss y/n. you're so wet for me." the way he said "wet" was just how you imagined he'd say it last night.

you couldn't utter a word.

then, he removed his fingers from your clit, and slipped his hand under the waistband of your underwear.

his fingers were on your clit again, but now—directly. your head dropped down in ecstasy. you were right — his rough fingers on your clit was driving you absolutely insane.

he started moving his fingers, dipping in and out of your folds and circling around your clit before dipping in again. he continued to press his cock into your ass. you moaned softly—whimpering almost.

“mmm, does this feel good, miss y/n?” he purred.

“y-yes! professor. it feels so good...” you whimpered.

“that’s good baby”

his other hand moved up your front, slipping under your shirt.

when his hand touched your bare tit, he sniggered.

"no bra again?"

you nodded.

"fucking slut," he hissed.

at this, he cupped your breast into his hand. he squeezed softly, then started fondling it and playing with your nipple. he took your nipple between his fingers, twisting gently, before cupping your entire tit again.

then, he started thrusting his hips lightly between your cheeks.

with every thrust, you felt his hard on deeper into you and your body shifted forward just slightly, sending you onto his fingers just a little more. you threw your head back and let it rest on his muscular shoulder. when your head tilted slightly, you could make out the bodies of students walking past from the small window on the door. the window was frosted—so they couldn't see you, but anyone could have walked through that door in an instant.

he hummed into your ear, letting you know how good this felt for him. your mind was blank.

you could feel him get harder with every thrust, his girthy cock in between your soft cheeks. he continued stroking you. you too, were getting painfully aroused, feeling a climax build up in you.

soon, whimpers were uncontrollably escaping your lips. all the sensations were overwhelming. the feeling of his hard cock on your ass, his fingers on your clit, his hand massaging your nipple...

just as you were about to come, he pulled his fingers out of your underwear and stopped grinding his hips. you sighed at the loss of contact. from your peripheral vision, you could see him dip his fingers into his mouth.

"you taste so fucking good, miss y/n" he said in a low, raspy voice.

his tongue lapped at his own fingers, savouring the salty taste.

"come baby, taste yourself."

his rough fingers were soaked, coated with his saliva and your juices. he pressed them into your soft lips. you tasted salty and your tongue curled against his fingers and swirled around them. you sucked at his fingers as he bobbed them in and out of your mouth.

"goooood" he purred.

then, he removed his fingers with a pop.

his other hand detached from your tit. the only thing holding you know was his body firmly pressing you into the table.

you heard the clinking of his belt and swallowed. what was he planning on doing?

his throbbing dick was freed, and for a while he stroked himself with the slick from his fingers--a mixture of his saliva, yours, and your juices. he threw his head back at the sensation.

then, you felt a his tip poke at your ass. you closed your eyes in anticipation. his tip was swollen and you could feel it. it was intoxicating.

he slowly slid his dick forward. you had expected his cock to enter your cunt when he reached there, but instead, he just slipped right past it. you looked down and saw the tip of his cock emerge from between your legs. it grazed your clit and you wanted to scream.

"keep your thighs together baby," he ordered.

you stepped your feet closer together and clenched your thighs.

you exhaled sharply and he groaned at this new pressure.

"that's it..." he slurred.

then, he starting pulling out—agonisingly slowly. your head fell forward and you moaned loudly. his thick dick dipped into your folds and spread them wide, dragging across your clit and pussy.

when he pushed forward again, you saw his tip from the appear from the front again. this sight made you dizzy.

he thrusted in and out of your thighs, ever slowly and savouring every sensation. both of you were a groaning mess. you felt warm on his cock, and the way your folds wrapped around his dick felt unbelievably good. the directly contact of your wet, soft pussy was excruciating for him.

then, he started to pick up the pace. he thrusted through your thighs harder, and faster. you whimpered loudly and he groaned into your ear again.

"ugh, you sound so fucking pretty when you moan like that baby" hearing him call you that pet name made your pussy clench around his dick.

"UGH-" he grunted loudly. that felt so good.

he started thrusting even faster. your climax was approaching. every time his dick grazed over your clit, you let out a soft gasp.

now he hooked his arms under your arms, holding you in place while he pounded your thighs. his face was nuzzled in your hair and you could hear his grunts right next to your ear.

his pace was unrelenting. your moans became lewd and uncontrollable. the whole room echoed of the sound of your moans, his grunts, and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

you felt your vision get blurry and your heat had built up painfully. you were going to come.

just as you were about to come, toji let out a monstrous, throaty groan.

his cock twitched violently, and before you know it, thick white strands of cum streaked out of his throbbing tip and onto your thighs.

at this, you came as well, waves of pleasure shook your body, and your legs went weak.

the professor held you up with his arms still hooked under yours, cum still leaking from his cock.

he hugged you from the back, letting his head rest against your back between your shoulders.

you both breathed heavily, not moving away.

after a while, he pulled out of your thighs, and you groaned at the loss of contact.

pulling up his pants, he walked back around the table wordlessly, leaving you slumped on the table with your elbows barely supporting you.

you were still dazed.

looking down the table, a tissue box was flung right between your arms and landed with a thud. when you looked up, the professor had already started to walk towards the door.

—to be continued—

click here: part 4

author’s note: i have nothing to say. just ;)

JK i hope yall liked that! thank you guys so much for the overwhelming support on the first part😭😭 do drop me a follow to get the update on part 4 as soon as its posted and reblog to share the goodies ;*

side note:

please please PLEASE note that this is fiction. in no way is this appropriate at all in the real world and i’m not suggesting that. also, YOUR BODY IS YOURS no matter what the fuck you wear and it’s not your responsibility to care about men’s behaviour. if anyone does act in this way, please alert the police or someone you trust cos ITS NOT OKAY. (unless it’s toji fushiguro…..)

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kurootoot · 3 years

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at the mercy of - professor toji (2/4)

you can't believe what just happened, but you mostly can't believe your own reaction. you liked it.

pairing: fem!reader x toji fushiguro

warnings: age gap, teacher-student relationship, f!masturbation

words: 1k

previous part: part 1

he pulled up the boxers and pants that hung around his thighs. you immediately clamoured for your things next to you, and bolted towards the door. as the door opened, you heard his voice come from behind.

"ah ah ah? what do you say when you leave a professor's office?"

you gulped. without looking up to his face, you turned your head around, hand still on the doorknob.

"th- thank you for your time, professor." you managed to blurt out.

"atta girl."

that was your signal that you could leave. you wasted no time, instantly slipping out of the room.

—

your felt lightheaded. your breath was shaky and you could barely walk straight because your legs were trembling. nonetheless, you continued walking as fast as you could, trying to get out of this place as soon as possible. you felt like if you didn't, he might just get you again.

by the time you reached your dorm, it was night time already. you dropped all your things on the floor and flopped onto the bed face down. you looked at the clock.

10:09 PM

you hadn't even bothered to turn on the lights and just lay there, in the dark.

what the fuck???? what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck!

you couldn't process what had just happened.

your professor—just made you suck his dick. you screamed into the bed which muffled it.

surely this is illegal. i could get him into trouble for it... although i really don't know what he would happen to me if i did, you thought.

the thought of him finding out you snitched made you shiver. somehow, this man just felt like he was above rules and authority itself. you thought back about the rumours.

he would get all his mafia hooligans and kill me. no, he could just kill me himself.

you flailed your body and kicked your legs, not knowing what to do.

for a while, you were like this. you tossed and turned in bed, not being able to think about anything else. you tried to sleep, closing your eyes and trying to concentrate on something, anything. professor fushiguro was the only thing on your mind.

—

it felt like centuries had passed and you still couldn't sleep. you looked at the clock again.

01:32 AM

fuck, it acutally had been hours.

here's the thing that bugged you the most—after a while, you stopped thinking about whether or not to tell anyone. instead, you let your mind wander back to what happened. over and over again.

you thought about his commanding, low voice, the way he ordered you around. you thought about his vast back, his tall stature, his large hands... you thought about the sight of his dick—the thick girth, the length, the bumpy veins. you imagined that dick pressing into your insides, spreading your wet pussy wide and you screaming out his name and— fuck. what the fuck were you thinking.

you were wet, you were sure of it. in this way, you had been denying yourself pleasure for what must have been 2 hours, just waiting for sleep for overcome you—but it never did.

you looked at the clock again.

01:34 AM

you couldn't go on like this if not you'd never wake up tomorrow. you rubbed your thighs together apprehensively, sighing at the friction.

fuck it.

—

you kicked your sweatpants off, the same ones you were wearing when you met him just now. you were wearing pair of white undies with a cute bow at the front. reaching down, you touched yourself from outside the thin material.

fuck, you were wet alright. very, very wet.

you pressed down, letting out a whine as you felt the pressure on your clit. then, you slowly swirled your fingers around, circling the sensitive area.

the slick that formed on your panties were making your fingers damp already. you hastily wiggled out of your underwear and got onto your back.

your spread your legs in front of you and reached down again, now bare. the direct contact of your finger on your clit made your breath hitch.

you closed your eyes, stroking your fingers up and down your pussy slowly. you alternated between this and circling your clit, sometimes giving it a bit of a pinch. when you closed your eyes, you wondered about how it'd feel like to have him touch you like this. the thought of this made your pussy clench.

you bit down your lip.

you tried to imagine your fingers as his. you stroked yourself, imagining that he was on top of you, reaching down to your sex. he'd rub your clit just as you were doing now, and he'd hover his face near your ear and tell you that you were a good girl. except, his fingers wouldn't feel like yours—you imagined it would be a little rougher, and much thicker and longer than yours. the thought of his hands made you let out a gasp.

you picked up the pace, focusing on that thought.

he'd rub me like this, with his leathery skin creating friction against my core. he'd tell me, "you're doing such a good job, miss y/n" in his low voice.

you stroked and stroked. a heat built up in your core. you were going to come.

my slick would cover his fingers, and he'd tell me "you're so wet". and when he felt like i was close, he'd grunt "come for me, baby"—

and with that, your orgasm unravelled like a string. you let out load moans as strong waves of warmth ebbed and flowed at your sex.

"fuck-" you said out loud.

you came hard. even after a while, your pussy throbed. so you continued to rub yourself slowly, riding out the high.

you took a piece of tissue and wiped your hand. without even putting your underwear on, you drifted into a deep sleep...

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click here: part 3

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author's note: this was going to be part of part 2 but i separated it into two because i thought it'd be too long :) part 3 is up right away

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