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[mikok1tty]

18+ discovering his breeding kink… while inside you

the thing about satoru is that he never planned to be into this.

he loooved fucking you raw, sure—relished the stunned, glassy-eyed stare you gave him like you simply couldn’t believe he’d fit inside you. but he hadn’t walked into it thinking breeding.

the first time he came inside you, it was an accident. truly. he’d been mouthing sloppily at your tits, rutting into you while his brain was on vacation somewhere down between your legs. totally lost in the warm slick chokehold of your cunt. he barely got the apology out before he came again, within seconds.

“toru,” you breathed, “did you… did you just-”

“…yeah.”

“uh-huh.” legs thrown over his shoulders, your pussy raw and leaking around the length he hadn’t even pulled out yet. and he’d gone so quiet. not in a thoughtful, post-nut clarity; satoru was almost catatonic. staring down at where your bodies connected like your pussy had given him an epiphany.

“what,” you finally asked, gently nudging his cheek with your heel, “you freaking out? we have plan b-”

snowy lashes flicked up, then one hand dropped to your lower belly, pressing gently as if he could feel it take. “no,” he confessed, chest heaving. “i wanna do that again.”

“again,” you echoed, trying not to laugh.

“again and again and again,” he muttered. you should��ve seen it then. the switch flipping. it was the micro-expression of a man discovering a little too much about himself all at once. fingers hooked behind your knees, pushing until they were flush with your shoulders, cunt stretched wide and leaking. satoru buried himself in one hard thrust, the slick squelch so loud you winced.

three kids later, you’ve confirmed it: your husband’s ego is only rivaled by his virility.

[mikok1tty]

yuji itadori doesn’t mean to break you.

he’s all sunshine and sweetness — wide shoulders, pink hair, the kind of boy who helps old ladies with their bags and says “bless you” when people sneeze.

and he has no idea that every time he hugs you (tight, arms low, cheek pressed to your temple), he’s giving you another reason to lose your mind when you’re alone.

because he’s big. he’s warm. and he doesn’t pull away when your thick thighs brush his or when your soft belly presses against his abs.

you try to be normal. polite. sweet.

but then there’s him, stretching beside you in a tank top, moaning about how sore his muscles are. tossing his hoodie off like it doesn’t drive you crazy. and laughing — always laughing — in that boyish, god-help-me way that makes you think about things you shouldn’t.

like riding his thigh. or sitting on his face until you cry. or letting him hold your wrists while he pushes his big, meaty cock into your weeping cunt.

“you okay?” he asks one day, blinking those honey eyes at you.

no. you’re not. you’re soaked and sinful and ruined just from looking at him.

but you smile. you nod. because you’re a good girl.

and good girls don’t beg to be split in two by their best friend.

[mikok1tty]

Jealousy looks good on you, baby

nanami hugs a girl infront of you

pairing : Kento nanami x reader

CW: NSFW, explicit sexual content, nipple play, possessiveness, breeding talk, jealousy, age gap, light humiliation, dirty talk. 18+ only.

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The warm Friday night air clings softly to your skin, the scent of waffle cones and melted sugar floating around you as you stand before a glowing ice cream stall. The board above you lists too many flavors, all chalked up in messy cursive— caramel, cotton candy, triple chocolate fudge, blueberry cheesecake…

You chew your bottom lip, hands folded nervously in front of you as you scan the options.

“I—can’t decide…” you mumble.

“Buy all of ‘em,” Gojo says immediately, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a kid on a sugar high, sunglasses pushed up into his white hair. “I’ll pay. Just blink twice if you want me to fund your sweet-tooth era.”

Nanami sighs beside you. “You’re not paying.”

“Says who?” Gojo smirks. “You took her out but I’m the one who makes her smile.”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” Nanami mutters.

You glance up at them both, cheeks already warm. Gojo’s grin is wide and chaotic. Nanami’s stoic, hands in his pockets.

You shift on your feet, heart fluttering. Honestly, you’re still recovering from yesterday—bruises high on your thighs hidden under your skirt, soreness that hasn’t left. Nanami had held your trembling body all night, apologizing under his breath, lips pressed to your temple, promising—

“I’ll make it up to you. This weekend. Ice cream. Just us.”

Except Gojo overheard.

And now here he was, ruining the peace.

“Oh, oh—try that mango one. Mango makes everything better,” Gojo says, tugging lightly at your sleeve. “Like, imagine it melting on your tongue while someone’s fingering you. Messy. Hot.”

You suck in a breath, eyes going wide. “G-Gojo!”

He just chuckles, shameless and unbothered, then leans down to whisper near your ear, “Or do you prefer chocolate? Because, baby, chocolate and moaning sounds like a combo I’d pay to hear.”

You try not to combust on the spot.

Nanami exhales deeply. “Stop talking.”

Just then, a voice calls out from across the street—smooth and playful.

> “Kento~!”

Nanami turns, brows furrowed. Gojo does too.

And then her voice registers. You look just in time to see her: tall, elegant, maybe in her early thirties, blonde waves swept back in a high twist, a sharp black blazer hugging her curves. Red lipstick. Confident heels. A smile that could kill.

Gojo whistles low. “Damn. Older women are always a blessing for my pretty eyes…”

You go quiet. Nanami's expression softens the second recognition hits. He smiles back—smiles—and lifts a hand in greeting.

> “Baby,” he says gently to you, touching your shoulder. “Pick something you like, hmm? I’ll be back in a minute.”

Your lips part to reply, but he's already walking across the street.

Your heart sinks a little. Just a little.

Gojo keeps talking, mostly to himself. “You think she spanks men for fun? She gives off that boss lady dominatrix vibe. Shit, I’d let her tell me to sit, and I’d bark. Proudly.”

You blink at him, mouth twitching, but your eyes keep slipping across the road. Nanami’s posture is relaxed—he’s not usually like that. The two of them talk, and she laughs, her hand brushing his forearm.

“Maybe I should get the vanilla,” you murmur, too soft.

"Mhmm you sure you're a vanilla girl?" Gojo smirks.

He picks up a sample spoon, dips it into the pistachio, licks it once, then makes a face. “Nah. That’s a bad head flavor. You want something creamy. Like hazelnut. Or caramel. Something that melts easy. So when it drips on cunt, I can just lick…”

He mimics licking it off his wrist.

You squeak, tugging at your skirt. “G-Gojo… there are kids here…”

“There’s life lessons here,” he retorts with a wink.

Your attention drifts back across the road. Nanami’s laughing now—laughing. You pout slightly, eyes burning even though you tell yourself it’s nothing. Just an old friend. An ex, maybe. He’d never said. He wasn’t the type to hide things, but still…

When they hug, something inside you twists.

And then he’s coming back, straightening his sleeves, walking towards you.

“Have you picked?” he asks, voice smooth, eyes on you.

You nod, pointing weakly to the blueberry cheesecake.

Gojo hums something under his breath. You catch the words “lick” and “cream” but don’t want to ask.

Nanami pays. You’re too quiet now, licking the corner of your spoon as you three begin walking home. Gojo talks enough for all three of you, arm slung lazily around your shoulders like a cat in heat.

You keep sneaking glances at Nanami, trying not to think of her laugh. Her lipstick. The way he smiled at her like—

And beside you, Gojo’s fingers tap-tap along your shoulder, his voice low and smug.

The walk back home is filled with low chatter—Gojo is talking a mile a minute about some anime theory that somehow ties back to boobs and ice cream—but you don’t catch most of it.

You’re quiet.

Too quiet.

Your fingers curl tighter around the paper cup in your hands, the ice cream inside mostly melted now. It tastes sweet on your tongue, but your expression doesn't match. You’re trying not to pout. Really, you are. But every time the image of that woman hugging Nanami flashes behind your eyes, something in your chest just drops.

Gojo glances down at you as you trail beside him, head a little low.

“Hey, bunny,” he nudges you gently with his elbow. “You okay?”

You nod quickly.

“…You didn’t like the ice cream, huh?”

You blink up at him. “No—it’s not that. I—”

“You’re pouting,” he says in your ear.

“I’m not,” you whisper back, even though you definitely are.

Nanami slows his steps until he’s walking on your other side, eyes narrowing as he watches you. You don't meet his gaze.

“You cold?” he asks, already unzipping his coat.

You shake your head, but your voice betrays you. “I’m fine.”

He doesn’t listen.

Nanami wraps his coat over your shoulders anyway, hands lingering on your arms for a second longer than needed. The warmth makes you sink into the fabric without thinking.

“Thank you…” you murmur.

“You're quiet,” he says under his breath, like he’s filing that thought away.

When you reach the apartment, the door creaks open to the familiar scent of home. The living room is dim. Toji’s passed out on the couch, one arm draped over his face, mouth open slightly. Geto’s door is shut, faint music playing behind it.

You toe off your shoes quietly, still wrapped in Nanami’s coat.

Gojo—of course—doesn’t know how to be quiet.

The moment you try to step into your room, he squeezes in right behind you.

“Hey, hey—don’t shut me out. I missed you.”

“I...I was with you just this morning,” you whisper, glancing at Nanami over your shoulder.

Gojo grins. “Yeah, when you were bouncing on my cock and making the prettiest little sobs I’ve ever heard. Doesn’t count as ‘quality time’.”

Your face turns crimson. “G-Gojo!”

He steps closer, arms ready to wrap around you—when Nanami grabs the back of his collar and yanks him out of your doorway like a misbehaving mutt.

Gojo stumbles back into the hallway. “HEY! Rude.”

Nanami slips inside your room and closes the door behind him—firmly.

Gojo starts a full-blown tantrum outside. “You two are selfish! I offer free love and look what I get! Used and thrown away like a fuckin' tissue—”

“Gojo, bed,” Nanami snaps.

Gojo groans. “Ughhhh. Fiiine. Just so you know, this is why I’m emotionally distant with men.”

You hear him muttering something about being “underappreciated” as he stomps off to his room.

The door clicks softly behind him.

Now it’s quiet.

Nanami exhales, hands loosening as he approaches you. His eyes are softer now, searching your face. “Did you enjoy the ice cream?”

You hesitate, then nod.

He steps closer. “You sure you’re alright… from yesterday?”

You glance down at your legs, where his grip had bloomed purple over your skin just last night. You’d clung to the sheets, sobbing, overwhelmed and wrecked, but never once saying no. He had taken you apart, lost in you, rough and gasping.

You nod again, more shyly this time.

“I’m okay,” you whisper.

He cups your face gently and kisses you—deep, warm, lips pressing slow like he means it. You lean into him without thinking, letting his hand slide to the small of your back.

When he pulls away, his voice is low. “Alright, sweetheart. Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He starts toward the door.

Your heart panics.

You speak before you think—your voice trembling.

“Uhmm… Nanami?”

He pauses, hand on the knob. Looks over his shoulder. “Yeah, baby?”

You shuffle in place, wringing your fingers. “I… uhh… can… can we… I-I wanna…”

His brows lift slightly. He turns to face you fully. “Hmm?”

Your throat goes dry.

“I wanna… do it.”

His expression shifts—amusement curving his lips, but his voice stays warm.

“Oh?” he hums, stepping toward you again. “Are you saying you want me to fuck you, baby?”

You nod once, face burning.

He tilts your chin up with two fingers. “Who am I to say no to that?”

He kisses you again, deeper, his tongue slow and thorough like he’s savoring the shape of your mouth. Then, he lifts you gently and lays you across your bed. His hands unbutton your top carefully—like he’s unwrapping something rare.

“Such a shy little thing…” he murmurs, dragging his fingers down your chest. “But look at you asking for my cock. You must’ve missed it, hmm?”

You whimper softly. “… Yeah.”

He smiles. “Then I’ll give it to you. Nice and slow.”

The room fills with soft gasps and the shuffle of fabric. Nanami’s mouth maps every inch of your skin—tongue warm, lips dragging over your neck, collarbone, breasts, thighs.

He kisses every bruise he left before.

“Sorry,” he whispers each time. “You were too good… couldn’t help myself.”

He doesn’t fuck you. Not yet.

First, he worships.

Hands firm on your thighs, spreading you, he licks your cunt like a man starved—slow, precise, tongue swirling around your clit, letting your moans get louder and messier until you’re writhing and clinging to the sheets.

Only then does he finally slide into you—inch by slow inch—watching your face the whole time.

“You always take me so well,” he breathes, groaning against your neck. “So tight—like your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go.”

You’re gasping, arms around his shoulders, every stroke making your mind blur. His hips move slow and deep, kissing the ache in your belly. His hand sneaks between your legs to rub you just right.

You cry out.

“Shh, shh… I got you,” he whispers. “You’re doing so good, darling.”

By the end, your skin is slick with sweat, your thighs trembling, every nerve burning in the best way. He stays buried inside you as you both pant for air, foreheads pressed together.

Then, he pulls out and gathers you close, arms snug around your waist. You’re tucked in his chest, your leg thrown over his, fingers tracing small circles on his ribs.

The room is quiet.

You swallow hard.

Your voice is soft.

“…Nanamin, can I… can I ask you something?”

His voice was still thick with post-orgasm warmth, low and soft against your temple.

"Oh? What is it, baby? Need something? Water?"

You shook your head slowly, your cheek still pressed to his chest where you could hear the steady beat of his heart.

"Uhmm... do you like my hair?"

He blinked, pulling back slightly to look down at you, brows slightly furrowed.

"Huh? Yeah, baby—of course I do. Your hair's just as pretty as you. Why ask me that all of a sudden?"

You avoided his eyes, fiddling with a strand of your hair nervously.

"Nothing, just..." you mumbled, "I was wondering if I should colour it."

Nanami hummed and brought a hand to your head, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging you closer until your chest brushed against his.

"Hmm? Why, baby? I mean, if you want to, of course. What colour do you have in mind, hmm?" he asked, voice turning warm again as he tilted his head and nuzzled into your chest. He licked over your nipple suddenly, making you jerk slightly.

"Ah! Ngh... uhm... do you think I’d look prettier in blonde?"

He paused to press a kiss against your tit, then glanced up.

"Blonde? Hmm. Well, I think black suits your eyes more—makes you look soft and sweet."

Another slow lick over your nipple.

"But yeah, you’d still be pretty in blonde. You’d look pretty with anything."

You blinked down at him.

"Ohh... hmmm..."

He raised an eyebrow, then chuckled softly.

"Why baby? Did Gojo ask you to colour your hair?"

You quickly shook your head, lips pressing together.

Nanami smirked and leaned up to kiss your lips, a slow, lingering kiss that soothed your nerves.

You gently pulled away, slipping from the bed, naked still, as your eyes caught sight of his coat on the table. You padded over, slipped it over your shoulders, and hugged the fabric close.

Nanami sat up on the bed, admiring the view with a soft groan.

"Nanamin… do I look good in this?"

His eyes dragged over you like hot honey, and he huffed a little laugh.

"In a blazer? Of course, yeah. You look like a corporate baddie who’s about to ruin a man’s life."

You blushed a little, biting your lip.

"S-So… does this style suit me more?"

He narrowed his eyes, sensing the undertone in your voice.

"You look good in everything, baby. No matter what you wear."

You hesitated, then mumbled,

"But... d-do you like this type of dress more than… my usual?"

Nanami stood, walking over to you completely naked, still semi-hard and completely unbothered by it. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in.

"I didn’t say that." He kissed your forehead.

"I said you always look pretty. Whatever you wear."

You stared up at him with wide eyes before slowly sitting on his lap, facing him—skin to skin now, his cock twitching against your thigh. You curled your arms around his neck.

"Can I ask you something again?" you asked quietly.

He smirked, brushing his thumb along your jaw.

"Oh? You sure have a lot of questions tonight. Come on, ask me."

You bit your lip.

"Who… who was that woman?"

You tried to sound casual, keeping your tone soft, neutral. But he picked up on it right away.

Nanami blinked, then gave a small exhale.

"An ex-colleague. We worked together for about five years."

"Were you close with her?"

"Not really. Just professional stuff. I saw her today after more than a year."

Your fingers fidgeted with the lapel of his coat.

"Are… are you going to see her again?"

Nanami tilted his head slightly.

"She mentioned grabbing a coffee sometime, just to catch up. Why, baby?"

You looked away.

"No… nothing..."

He went quiet for a moment. The silence hung in the air before you whispered again.

"Uhm... Nanamin?"

"Yeah?"

You took a shaky breath.

"D-Do you like... women your age more?"

He blinked, brows furrowing, before his face broke into an incredulous little chuckle.

"Ohh... so this is what it’s about, huh?"

"Wh-What—" you quickly shook your head, eyes wide, cheeks burning.

"Jealous, baby?"

"I’m not—jealous! Why would I be—"

"Mmhm." He leaned in, kissing your pout. "My pretty little girl’s all possessive for me, huh?"

You looked away again. He cradled your face with one hand and murmured,

"She’s just an old friend, baby. Married. Has kids. Even if she wasn’t—it wouldn’t matter."

He pulled your face back to his.

"I have you. Yeah?"

You looked into his eyes, soft and hopeful.

"Promise?"

He smiled—and then bit down on your nipple without warning.

"Ah! Nanamin!"

"Promise." He grinned, lips tugging at your sensitive flesh before letting go with a wet pop.

"Jealousy looks real good on you, baby..."

He moved to your other nipple and sucked hard, swirling his tongue.

"...but you’d look even better bouncing on my cock again, wouldn’t you?"

You slapped a hand over his mouth, your cheeks flushed.

"Don’t say that!"

He laughed against your skin, licking your palm teasingly before pulling your hand down and murmuring,

"C’mon... just one more round, yeah? Wanna see you fall apart on my cock again. Wanna fill you up, make sure you know who you belong to."

His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing tight.

"You’re not leaving this bed till I’ve fucked that jealousy right out of you, baby."

Your breath caught in your throat as he lifted you effortlessly, lining you up on his cock again—

and then he paused, smirking,

"Still wanna ask more questions, sweetheart? Or are you ready to get fucked dumb again?"

Got another ask where the reader gets jealous over nanami, So i had to 💅

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naughty girls get coal cock? mdni. smut. suguru geto.

cw: porn with plot, boyfriend!Geto, unprotected piv sex, anal, geto in a scary mask and costume (Krampus) lol, chains, mirror sex, degradation

a/n: this was a request from one of my patreon members hehe. loosely inspired by this tiktok

"Been naughty, baby?"

Your face was pressed against the mirror, ass stinging and skin sore from another harsh smack! of your boyfriend's palm against the pretty curve of it, thighs spread open while he slammed his cock back into you at full force. His mask was still on, but the rest of his costume was discarded on your bedroom floor. It might've been funny if he wasn't fucking you so damn mean.

You were a fool for thinking your latest idea would end up any differently.

What could go wrong if your boyfriend dressed like Krampus to scare kids at your favorite holiday festival?

A yearly tradition where people dressed up like a monster from a folk tale - one that would kidnap the bad children and punish them for whatever wicked deeds they committed through the year. Although, it was usually more fun than it was actually scary. The cold wind nipping at your face and the squeals of laughter and screams ringing out while people got chased and vendors sold hot chocolate and souvenirs.

It had taken a little bit of convincing, buying a costume off of eBay and not-so-subtly sending videos of other guys doing it for their girlfriends from the past few years like he wouldn't pick up on your subliminal messaging.

But it wasn't until you hummed and huffed that maybe you should ask Satoru instead that he gave in.

Suguru scowled, sighed at you with dark, pinched brows before reluctantly murmuring he didn't get it, begrudgingly accepting his fate - and the mask.

You just hadn't expected him to commit so hard to the bit.

Showing up with chains, his already tall and bulky frame sticking out in the crowd, quick to find you on the other side of the barrier at the festival after you got separated. Leaning down and tilting his head to the side to gesture for a kiss on the rubbery-plastic cheek you were quick to oblige. You could still smell his cologne clinging to the costume, strong and warm and distinctly him it made you almost embarrassingly horny. You waited for him to move on, to keep going to scare the kids or bask in the attention of people cheering for him, but he just leaned in deeper, throwing you over his shoulder before you could blink and turning back towards the street.

Both of you had booked a motel room close enough to walk to so it only took three minutes to jog there, even when he was carrying you, passersby laughing and pointing and giggling at you being stolen by your boyfriend.

Kicking the door shut behind him before tossing you onto the bed. Flipping you over on your stomach and chuckling when you whined instead of struggling.

Dark hair still sticking out the edges of the bottom of his mask as he made quick work half-ripping off your clothes, the chains hitting the floor with a heavy clank.

"A-are you really keeping that on?" You breathlessly asked, blinking up at him over your shoulder. He didn't answer, a soft grunt escaping before he picked you up and pulled you over to the tall mirror, skin bare and exposed, your boyfriend dressed up like Krampus behind you, looming over your body like a monster instead of a man.

It didn't take him long to start fucking you like one.

Suguru wasn't the type of guy to believe in mercy. Especially not in the bedroom. Or buried balls-deep in your cunt.

Your breath was fogging up the mirror, breasts bouncing with every thrust. On your hands and knees, legs trembling and threatening to buckle, only steadied by his calloused hand gripping your hip tight.

"Look at you," he drawled, muffled and low, his voice gravelly as he split you open and stuffed you full, cunt clenching at the gruffness of it. "Greedy slut."

His other hand reached out to grab your hair, tugging it back enough you had to see your own open-mouthed reflection, panting and glossy-eyed. Guilty. Getting fucked by what looked like the porn-star version of Krampus in the mirror, letting him manhandle you how he liked.

Who could blame you?

"S-Sugu," you breathed, and you weren't even sure what you were begging for. More? Less? Just for him?

"Present? Or punishment?" He leaned down to murmur in your ear.

"Punishment," you weakly whined back, squirming against his hips.

He chuckled, pulling out all the way to make you whimper. One of his hands pushed your back down until your cheek was squished against the floor, and you were about to complain that you didn't know when they'd last been cleaned, but then he was wrapping those heavy chains around your wrists.

You stopped squirming, holding your breath as the heat flared in your stomach realizing his props weren't just for show.

But then he stood up, walking over to where his suitcase was open in the corner of the room, leaving you a naked mess by the mirror, makeup smeared and a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead.

Of course Suguru would pack lube.

You held your tongue, suppressing a moan when he squirted out the cold lube on your ass, dripping down to your entrance before his thumb started working it inside your other hole. Taking his time to stretch it out, spreading your ass with his thick fingers and chuckling at how quickly you started falling apart.

One finger turning into two, sturdy and strong, pumping in-and-out, and even with the mask on, you could still picture the smirk he was wearing underneath it, smug and stupidly hot, watching you whimper for more. Prepping you like he got off on you writhing and whimpering for him just as much as he did fucking you.

And even when he pulled his fingers out to remove the mask, pretty hair spilling out from underneath it and his jaw sharp and clenched at the sight you immediately softening and smiling at him only making his cock throb back against your ass.

"Am I your present?" You teased, airy and weak, voice threatening to crack when he applied more lube, breath hitching in your throat watching his reflection start stroking his pretty cock. The thick ridges and throbbing veins, the swollen tip that was supposed to be inside you.

You thought he'd roll your eyes, say something snarky and sarcastic like usual, but he just positioned himself by the rim, sighing softly.

"My favorite one."

He pushed the first few blinding inches in at the same time, your wrists reflexively straining against the chains, the metal still carrying a hint of cold from being outside earlier. It burned, but it didn't hurt. Feeling unnaturally full as he slowly slid in, taking his time for you to adjust as you bit your lip and took it.

Suguru fucked you like you really were made for him, a toy he'd been gifted to play with and wreck if he wanted. Dragging his cock along your insides, staking a claim as if every hole didn't already belong to him. The pleasure was too bright, searing through with every thrust, but his other hand wrapped around your side to the front, steadying you while he rubbed soothing circles against your clit.

Coaxing you through it, massaging your sore and swollen bud while his cock grinded into your ass, reminding you that it didn't matter what mask or costume he wore, you were always his.

The heat in your core churned, your body barely containing it as your thighs trembled, another strangled cry of his name leaving your lips, your muscles twitching as his fingers worked faster, drawing you closer to your climax while Suguru groaned behind you.

"That's it, pretty girl," he spoke firmly behind you, his previous degradation abandoned for his default setting, making you shiver with his pretty purr, smooth and honeyed.

You came first - and hard.

Unravelling into a million pieces for his steady hands to put back together, facing your reflection while you did it, unable to string together a coherent sentence. Spread too thin, stretched out around his still-throbbing cock. Limbs aching and muscles tight as the warmth spread through your chest, the corner of Suguru's lips twitching up as he fucked you through it.

He barely pulled out in time, white cum splattering against your back and ass, a few stray drops overshooting and hitting the mirror.

"Fuck."

If you could talk, you probably would've said the same, only managing a weak moan.

He traced shapes into the cum coating your skin, exhaling softly and admiring your limp shape underneath him. Leaning down to kiss your head softly, as if he hadn't just fucked your brains out.

"Wanna do this again next year?"

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✦ sugar on my tongue ft. gojo ﾉ eighteen plus, oral f! recieving

“sweet… so- hck, sweet.”

you shouldn’t have indulged in his sweet tooth, you knew it was an awful idea. a pert, brass-tongued smartass of a colleague that always lingered far too close, now being assigned on a mission with you?

there was no way this would end in your favor.

he’d wasted no time lowering the veil around only you and that special grade curse, promising he’d step in if things got too messy.

surprise, he didn’t.

the guy decided to get vanilla custard for the two of you instead as a celebration while you brawled tooth and nail for your life.

so when you trudged back out with a layer of slime and a permanent scowl, he’d promised he’d make it up to you with that signature shit-eating grin.

though, you didn’t expect him to dribble his dessert across your bare cunt and lap it up like a starved dog—something so depraved that only he could act on such a want.

“‘s like syrup,” he babbled between your drooling folds, and you could only guess he was referring to the cum he’d coaxed from you after your nth orgasm.

your legs were throttled back against your chest, torso pooled with sticky sweat after enduring this position for nearly an hour. and your cunt was pulsing in a sickeningly sweet pain, the icy mixture of cream and sugar only making all your sensitive bits throb.

his tongue dipped into your fluttering hole, the muscle wedged inside and nudging the spots that had you keening a cry.

your back was somehow still able to maintain that tender arch, hands flying to shove gojo and his ivory tresses away for even a breath of a moment—when his thumb began to work at your clit tenderly.

“n-not yet,” he grunted, pulling away, and you studied the creamy mixture painted across the lower portion of his face that dripped onto his sheets. “just one more for me, sweetness.”

his fingers dipped into his long-melted custard cup, a gloppy and cloying mess that he pressed against your hood.

a stifled gasp left your lips, eyes shot wide as you fought his massive hand splayed against your thighs, begging for a sliver of mercy to shut them.

“one more, baby. ‘s all i wanna eat.”

[mikok1tty]

✦ your boss nanami behind closed doors ﾉ eighteen plus

stoic, poised, and indifferent nanami kento was the image of dominance. he was composed when he needed to be, or barking orders to his interns and staff—sharp features doing nothing to cut through the stifling tension that rests unburdened on the shoulders of each employee.

you, his sweet and obedient secretary, were on any task he handed you—adjusting your frames and pencil skirt, fingers curled into your ipad with his agenda, while he takes fleeting stares at the curve of your ass.

but no one knows what really goes on behind closed doors—what happens after work hours.

where the both of you lower that carefully drawn wall, peeling back the facade you show to the rest of the office, layer by layer until your souls bare.

he’s resting on his heels, gagging on his leopard print tie with drool dribbling from the seams of his lips. his frames are crooked and gelled hair now disheveled with sweat, arms tied around his back, whining like a bitch in heat.

why, you may ask?

because the sole of your black kitten heel was pressing against the hardened tent in his khakis with no remorse.

“mm-mhmp…” he panted, an octave too high, muscles bulging beneath the near-tearing fabric wrapped snug around his thighs.

you raked your digits through his blonde tresses, before applying more pressure on your foot, watching his eyes water with glistening tears and cross, struggling against the restraints.

he’d gently asked you for this just before your shift ended in a whispered side comment meant for your ears only—to be teetered on the precipe for hours with your touch.

but now, he was showing signs of desperation, impatience.

something you had no space to tolerate.

“you’re tapping out already?” you crooned in a sardonic tone, tugging his hair firmly to meet your eyeline looming over him.

he shook his head, feeling his weeping cockhead leak out pearly dribbles of seed in his briefs, staining his trousers.

you liked to see him like this—your calm and graceful boss all unraveled by your hand, each rising orgasm denied and each cry gone unheard.

then leaving him useless on the floor while you fuck yourself on his sensitive shaft—until he’s shooting blanks and can barely remember his first name.

your little relationship was incredible easy to keep under wraps. no one could possible imagine that the one and only nanami kento was a pathetic slut for his mistress.

tongue lolling, fingers twitching, stomach caving—you watched it all from above, rocking your hips with a ferocious pace, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull for the nth time that evening.

and once you were satisfied—? you’d leave him there. near passed out on his work floor. and you’d show up the next day, already prepped with his schedule organized to a T and his signature black coffee.

like you didn’t have him crying your name less than 12 hours ago.

[mikok1tty]

ᯓ✦ WITHIN AN INCH OF MY LIFE

synopsis: this pretty boy has got a thing for you threatening his life.

contents: explicit smut, canon universe (curses), piv, doggystyle, cowgirl, death threats, knife play, semi-public sex, spitting, degradation, stuffing panties in mouth, cum play, nicknames (ex. baby, darling, pretty), and really pathetic gojo.

wc: 1.4k

art by yamada_souko on x

“Satoru, you are out of your fucking mind. She had a blade against your throat.”

“Well, she also saved my life. So I say it cancels out.”

“It does not, you imp.”

Gojo rolled his eyes lazily, fiddling with the bandage wrapped around his head with a single digit, legs sprawled onto a staff desk as Geto gave him hell. He was drowning him out, though—running his tongue over his lower lip as he recalled the events of the last twenty four hours, and the three hours he didn’t include in the report he’d given to the wiry and ancient higher-ups and only now relayed to his counterpart.

You were a sorcerer gone AWOL, thus the Japanese Jujutsu Sorcerers Association finding out you’ve been turned into a curse user, placing a bounty over your head, dead or alive for all they cared.

No one dared to go out of their way to battle you, an individual with a finicky technique but nothing short of powerful. And Gojo liked to keep an eye on you from time to time, checking in on your worldly domination progression. 

It was happening. Incredibly slowly and laughably as Gojo stated, but still happening.

So when he’d seen you attempt to practice sparring with some first grade curse and lose miserably, he decided to step in.

You’d caught wind of his oppressive cursed energy, unsheathing your dagger and pressing it against the wavering infinity around his jugular.

He chuckled, as easy as the day, before brushing you off with a smug comment of how he’s “here to save the day.”

Though, he was wholly unprepared for when the curse had sprayed something akin to bear spray in his six eyes while he was admiring you.

The curse wrapped a tendril around his ankle, dragging his lanky form across the floor, before you scowled and stepped in to quickly exorcise the distracted curse.

“That was a close one, huh?” He chuckled weakly in some gas station rest stop as you helped him flush his eyes out.

“You almost got yourself killed.”

He shut the faucet off, peering over at you with red-rimmed eyes, massive hand brushing against your waist, donning his signature shit-eating grin. “Baby, you know I can’t die.”

And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, Gojo had an effect on you that you had no abilities to repel.

He’d pushed you up against the door, flipping the lock from VACANT to OCCUPIED in a flash, lips crashing against yours with no remorse. 

You jumped, legs encircling his muscly waist and groaning. Your fingers found themselves threading into his milky tresses, applying just the slightest bit of pressure and tugging backwards, earning a whine from him.

You broke the kiss with a wet pop!, sending Gojo a flushed but confused expression. “Are you like… a masochist?” You breathed out with a chuckle, chest caving with your heavy gasps for air.

His sapphire eyes flashed with something akin to hunger that you hadn’t expected, the shitty restroom lights flickering before returning to their steady glow, only sending more confusion wiring through your muddled brain. “Yeah. Turns me on when you wanna kill me.”

Your jaw fell slack at the sound of his sudden admission, but he gave you no time to think it through when his lips reclaimed yours with a feverous need, mouths moving in tandem as you swapped saliva and bumped teeth.

Someone yelled something about taking too long just past the door you were currently pinned to, but Gojo just snapped his fingers and the sound went silent. There’s no way he killed that dude right…? Definitely. He just lowered a veil. Yup.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he whined as he bowed into you, pressing the hardened tent in his uniform slacks against your clothed and damp core.

You nuzzled your face against his neck, drinking in his scent, rocking your hips slowly as your sexual frustration only grew. “J-just shut up and fuck me.”

You had no idea how long he’d been waiting to get his hands on you, so he wasted no time now that he had you in his grasp.

He moved quicker than the blink of an eye—one second you were straddling him mid-air, the next your face was pressed against the door with your panties between your teeth. Gojo leaned over, and you could feel the ridges of his shaft rub against your drooling folds. “Stay quiet for me, darling, hm?”

That was certainly not an easy feat. Not when Gojo was pushing into you like he was on his death bed and you were the last lick of divination he could get a taste of.

He hadn’t gotten you prepped, but you were already slick and dripping as his cock impaled you to the hilt. He bottomed out with a groan as you squirmed, fingers twitching and grasping at nothing as you futilely attempted to ground yourself in reality.

“Thats it. Bigggg stretch f’me,” he huffed, eyebrows drawn in as he peered down the bridge of his nose, watching where he disappeared into you as he moved in a slow cadence, allowing you to adjust.

Your teeth grinded against the lacy fabric itching the inside of your cheeks, drool dribbling from the seams of your lips as your eyes glossed over in lust.

Gojo was not moving fast enough for your liking.

But you had an idea that would get him moving. 

Spitting your panties out, you bent over to slip a dagger from your boots, placing the hilt between your teeth, before throwing your arms around Gojo’s head to skim your fingers through as he rutted slowly and sloppily into you.

And the strongest sorcerer of the modern world was nothing short of distracted, dizzy with the ripples of your ass with each thrust.

You grabbed the hilt with one hand and placed it against his throat, just like you had earlier, fisting his hair with your other hand, the sharp edge  of the blade lain just above his pale skin. He gasped, infinity flickering on for a moment, before he turned it off.

“Hm? What’s this, pretty?” He eyed it, and you could feel the twitch of his length inside of you, veins dragging against your syrupy walls.

“Fuck. Me. Faster,” you gritted out.

You don’t think he meant to whimper just then, nodding as he headily sighed your name, before curling his fingers around your waist and snapping his pelvis into you in a cadence that had you shivering, coaxing your orgasm from you within moments.

“F-Fuck!” You faltered, hand falling slack at your side as his swelling cockhead bruised your cervix, metal hitting the floor as you lost your grip on your weapon.

“Nuh uh,” Gojo grunted out, and in a swift movement, the dagger was in your hand again, nudging his neck so close that any more pressure may break skin. “You gonna threaten me? Do it properly,” he spat out, pupils blown wide, dilated with a fierce and primal lust.

You’d expected it to just end as a quickie, Gojo going about his way to ignore you and your nefarious plans like you were an inconsequential mosquito instead of interrupting your larks of sparring curses.

But, no. After he’d finished across the canvas of your back, he’d warped the two of you to his staff apartment, you straddling him as your hips rocked a cant that left Gojo nearly crying.

You watched his stomach cave as you pressed that same blade against his throat, panting as you tossed your head back and gripped his bulky bicep for any sense of stability.

Your thighs were trembling, your joints ached, perspiration clung to you like a second skin—but seeing Gojo plead for you in such a degenerate sense had something blossoming in your core like a nightflower come undone.

The man was starved, eyeing every inch of you he could drink in, the woman who he’d allow to take anything from him including his sanity and breath.

You leaned down, eyes blown wide with a dominance he’s never seen. Your breath fanned against his lips as the razor pressed the slightest bit deeper, making him wince.

Gojo closed his eyes, expecting a saccharine kiss from your plump lips, but all he’d gotten was a swat of spit spat in his face.

“God, you’re fucking pathetic,” you crooned, licking a languid stripe across his lips before clenching your cunt around his cock tight enough to have his toes curling and eyes going saucer-wide.

And Gojo would be stupid not to be aware of the high that you got off of this power, this control—something you’d craved for ages in your own flimsy life.

He’d give it to you, on a silver platter at that. For as long as you wanted.

Even if you threatened to gut him like a fish at every turn, or fuck him within an inch of his life.

[mikok1tty]

nowhere to run

art in the banner is from @/woshihedawei on x

pairings - Yandere CEO! Sukuna x Assistant F! reader

summary -You can't wait to give your boss your two weeks notice, and he's furious when you do. He's awful to you, mean, cruel and a conceited dick. You jump at the chance to move on, but then your life falls apart. Your car quits working, you lose your chance at the Gojo corp, and your landlord kicks you out! You're left with no choice but to take Sukuna up on his offer to let you stay with him. You soon find out there's more to him - like a psychotic obsession with you.

warnings - Sukuna is a full yandere, dark subject matter, stalking, videoing against consent, sexual tension, mind games, masturbation (m and f), cunnilingus, facefucking, smacking, thigh riding, degradation, obsession, toxic dynamics, Sukuna is psychotic reader is damaged, manipulation, jealousy, choking, creampie, hints of somno, toxic red flag, MEAN ass Sukuna, fucks all your good sense </3

Today is my one year on Tumblr! ahhh I can't believe it's been a year, thanks to all of you who follow me. <3 enjoy the freaky ahh oneshot! WC- 12.5k

Sukuna scoffs as he watches you from his office window, leaning back with his legs spread wide, fingers steepled together, his black nails reflecting the canned lights above. His office is dark despite the floor to ceiling windows, because he enjoys having privacy.

Especially when he's jerking off to you.

You're giggling right in front of a fucking water cooler, he can't make the shit up. His employee, Takuma Ino, is flirting out right with you, and apparently your slutty ass enjoys it. Twirling your hair around your fingers, sipping on that paper cup, his hand brushes against your upper arm.

Sukuna is fucking furious then, no one should get to touch you, your perfect body should be his and only his, how dare anyone think it's acceptable to come near you. You don't even know how he feels, because Ryomen Sukuna is playing a long game.

He wants to make sure you desperately need him, just as he needs you. Jerking his cock every night when he could fuck whoever he wants, watching you in your little apartment on cam knowing you'd be so much happier in his penthouse.

Sukuna knows you'd be so tight, so wet and pretty. He has seen you enough through the fuzzy video cam he has hidden on your dresser to watch you finger yourself. You're always getting frustrated, rushing to get your vibrator, as if you're waiting for his fingers.

The problem is, you hate Sukuna currently, you despise him so much he fears his games were too effective. The way your jaw sets, your eyes narrow when you look at him? It's enough to make anyone cry damn near, but all it does is make it harder under his slacks.

He buzzes you, over and over when you reach your desk, until you scowl at him through his glass window, the blinds filtering light across you while you sit at that desk. Pretty pink dress on you, one he aches to shove up your hips, wrinkle it under his hands and fuck you stupid.

He grins, a sadistic fucking smirk when you come to his office now. “Mr. Sukuna, how can I help you?”

“Hmm, I seem to have…” He shoves off stacks of papers then, raising a slutty eyebrow at you. If you had no self respect, and no boyfriend, maybe you'd fuck your frustrations out on this complete dick of a man. As it stands, he waits for you. “I dropped my folders, bend down and pick them up.”

Your jaw clenches, breath quickening with your anger, you can't wait to see his annoyingly attractive face when you let him know you're quitting. You make so much money, but nothing is worth how this dickhead treats you.

“Pick. Them. Up.” His plump lips curl up. You sink to your knees, clad in black stockings, struggling to hold your composure and not cuss him the fuck out. You gather the papers and he just looks at you, ruby eyes glinting, while he runs a hand through pink locks.

“Mr. Sukuna…” You stand now. Leaning forward you set them on his cherry wood desk, one he dreams of bending you over on. He raises that brow again, infuriating you with his arrogance.

“Hmm. What is it?” Sukuna eyes your red lip stain, imagining smearing it with the pink tip of his cock. Imagining fucking your throat so good you can't fucking talk, maybe then you wouldn't flirt with some boy.

“I'm putting in my two weeks notice.”

Sukuna blinks then, before his dark brows lower, his hands gripping the desk, black painted nails almost scratching it with the force. “The fuck you just say?”

You take a breath, even you get intimidated by the huge ass boss of yours at times. But you hold firm, hands in front of your lap while his gaze burns you. “I quit. I'm giving you two weeks notice as a courtesy.”

“The fuck!?” Sukuna stands now, looking down at you, so tall your head falls back to maintain eye contact. “You're gonna get paid this good and leave!?”

You raise a brow right back at him, crossing your arms now. “Sure am, nothing is worth having to work for you anymore. Even if I love everyone else here.”

“Tch, fucking bet you do love that boy all stupid over you,” you scoff, he steps closer, dress shoes clicking against the hardwood floor, closer and closer until you're backed up against a wall. You can’t breathe when he’s this close, a hand on the side of your head, you glare up at him.

“Ever heard of personal space, you psycho?”

“Personal space, huh. Wonder what your problem is, you let that boy kiss you right in front of the office,” he tilts your chin up, you smack his hands off, chest heaving with how fucking furious you are. “Is it because I don't suck up to you like every little bitch boy here?”

“No, my problem is you're a fucking dick, Mr. Sukuna. Respectfully.” You shove at his chest, he snatches a wrist, huge tattooed hands taking it over, making you tremble at the contact. “I'll be gone by the end of the month, or I can leave sooner.”

“Who the fuck are you working for?” He squeezes your wrist bruising, as mean as he is it surprises you even, and worse is your stupid body's reaction to him.

If you had just a little less self respect you'd give into the insane, dumb fucking desire you have. To kneel and suck him, bulge in his slacks clear that he's huge. You shake that evil thought off, along with the fact that how terrifying he is turns you on, you'll chalk it up to daddy issues and bury that shit deep.

He sure would never get to know you even find him anything but disgusting as a human being. “Let go of me.”

“I asked who you're working for, brat,” he's hovering, too tall, too broad, shadows cast across the office just making that presence more looming. “”What, you're too dumb to answer?”

“Brat!? Stupid - this is why I’m fucking quitting. Why do you even care, when you treat me like shit anyway!?”

“Answer me.”

“The Gojo corporation, ya heard of them?” You shove at him again, the big ass man doesn’t move a fucking inch, mean smile on your face when you watch his crimson eyes narrow.

“Then I’ll pay you more.”

“I’m already taking a pay cut, and it’s well worth it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a bunch of work to do, unlike a certain nepo baby CEO.”

“Nepo baby!? And you’re working for the Gojo corp?”

“He seems sweet,” Sukuna’s teeth grit together, you shove him hard once more and he steps back, allowing you to move past him, only for him to wrap an arm around your hips, tugging you against him. “HR complaint too, Sukuna?”

“Like you don’t enjoy it,” you don’t move for just a minute, you do enjoy being against his body, turning your head to give him daggers from your eyes, he cups your chin, body too hard against you, cologne smelling too good, filling your nostrils, your senses. “You’re really leaving me? What if I double your salary?”

“Nothing is worth one more fucking day of you.” He scoffs and lets you go, his hands clenching into fists when you stand by the door, turning to him. “If you wanna keep a good assistant, maybe don’t treat her like shit. Two weeks.”

You slam his fucking door, it echoes when you stomp out, it’s not too surprising to anyone considering you frequently get furious at him – in fact he loves to make you mad, see your pretty face all flushed, pretty tits in those blouses rising as your breath quickens. However this time, you’re just fucking done with him.

He punches the wall right next to him, the one he just pressed you against, so furious that you think you have any choice, that you can ever be away from him. He can’t lose you before he has you, before you need him and him only. It’s fucking every single thing up. The plaster cracks, cream white left just a bit red from the blood on the backs of his knuckles, and Sukuna sees red.

You’re not fucking going anywhere.

****

“Are you alright, honey?” Ino asks, when he takes you home, your car is stuck at the mechanic for a week. You nod, and he places a hand over your thigh, the other on the wheel. “You’re doing the right thing.”

“Maybe you’ll follow me?” You tease, he smiles shyly, it’s very new, you two have just kissed and had a couple dates, but you love him around, especially with your complete dickhead of a boss in your life.

“I absolutely could follow you over, work would be so boring without you.”

“Takuma… that’s really sweet.” He parks the car, leaning over to plant a kiss on your lips.

You hate how horny that psycho, pink haired dick of a man gets you, and you want to wash away every thought of him, toxic ones that you will never even let your brain actually think of. Just stupid fucking flashes of the most toxic hate sex with him, slapping his stupid face then getting railed by him.

Fuck that.

Psycho who calls you stupid!? You’re well past your attraction to toxic ass men with mental issues. Hence, the sweet boy next to you, with soft brown eyes and glossy lips, brushing your hair back.

“You’re tense,” Ino mentions, gently running a hand up your spine. “Need me to rub your back?”

“I’d love that, do you wanna come inside-”

“Yes!? I mean, yes. I mean… continue?” You giggle a bit, he’s pretty adorable really.

“Come on,” it’s getting a little dark already, the sky pinks and purples, when you unlock the door to the home you’re renting. When you shut the door behind you, he does just that, he actually rubs your neck, then lower, lips kissing across your neck. “Mnh…”

“Is this okay?” He asks softly, you nod, eyes shutting at the mix of his hands and his kisses –  leading to the bedroom soon, he’s lifting you up and carrying you inside there, while you giggle – having no clue you’re being watched.

Oh but Sukuna is watching you.

He watches you every night, typically with his cock in his hand – a desperate, pathetic mess you make him, and he fucking hates you for it, for doing it to him. Just for you to be an ungrateful brat and quit, but now you’re inviting someone in your room, when he’s already jerking it to your moans!?

“You little fucking slut,” he scowls when he watches the sight unfold on the little fuzzy camera, the one he’d slipped on your dresser that’s covered in stupid fucking squishmellows. “You better not even get fucked right now.”

Sukuna had set the camera one day when he’d dropped off your check due to a ‘banking error’ as if he hadn’t watched you in front of the window for months before, you love to undress and even dance in front of your curtains. Like a dumb whore just waiting for someone to stalk you, hurt you, Sukuna wants to make sure no one does, no one ever hurts the girl who he’s tragically fucking obsessed with.

The obsession is so intense it physically hurts, since the moment he saw you when you started. You’re too pretty, too perfect, haunting his every thought, ruining him so he can’t even look at another girl. He attempted to at first, just to make you jealous, flirt with a few of the CEOs that would come in for meetings, but you didn’t even look his damn way.

Nothing worked on you, so he diverted to actively pissing you off, wanting to work you up until he drove you crazy, but it was just fucking backfiring. Now, watching this boy kissing down your neck, pressing you against your bed. His nails press into the wood of his desk so much he leaves scratches, almost crushing the wood with his grip, contemplating just showing up honestly.

If he had to watch you get fucked, he’d ruin you when he finally got you, fuck you until you’re a sobbing mess, begging him to stop. But, he wouldn’t no fucking chance would he take it easy – he would never even let you leave his penthouse once he fully lured you in. Escape would not be any sort of option or thought in your pretty head.

His thoughts drive him mad when your moans are so loud he can vividly hear them, he shuts his eyes, picturing it’s for him. But you wouldn’t just moan softly, no Sukuna would have you stuttering, drooling, screaming out. He hates that it still gets him throbbing, hearing you like this, determined then to make sure you wouldn’t even get to leave him.

Sukuna yanks out a letter hand written by you - your resignation letter you smacked on his desk before you left, grinning then, taking out a pen and a blank paper. He damn sure was not letting you work for Gojo, and he was going to make sure you would need him, it was really for your own good.

“Ino,” Sukuna is gonna fucking kill you. “Mnh!”

Is this boy fingering Sukuna’s girl!?

You’re surprised at his skill, while he’s slipping his fingers down your slit, bracing himself on one arm as he does. “Does that feel good?”

You nod quickly, he finds your clit in just a moment, rolling in torturous circles that have you trembling, thighs on either side of him spread. His lips are sweet against yours, just enough pressure, the pressure just enough to send those signals to your brain. You’re not one to exactly fuck around with new boyfriends, but you’re so on edge, and he’s hitting everything you need.

You’re running your hand down, running fingers over his bulge, watching him gasp when you do, his finger slipping in your hole now. “Mnh, there, fuck…”

“Th-there?” He slides it deeper, pressing up, you nod quickly, cunt gushing while Sukuna is ruining your life from the comfort of his office.

“There, ah! More, please.” Ino’s gentle when he slips a second finger inside, tugging on your top and kissing your breast, rutting your hand – and then – Ino comes in his pants. “Oh…”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he rests his head on yours, breathless. “You’re too wet, and too sexy…”

“No, god don’t apologize, it’s quite a compliment.” You smile and brush his hair back, while Sukuna is snorting in laughter.

If you saw him, you’d scowl, smack his arrogant face, he’s slapping his thigh with tears in his eyes – he didn’t even have to interrupt you by triggering your alarm system, that was his plan once he was done with the letter. What luck, he thinks, that fingering you made that poor boy cum, he’s running off to clean up, and you’re sitting there with your thighs spread on that bed.

He wonders how good it is, to have that fucking effect. Wouldn’t happen to him, but it makes him curious, staring at you when you whine out, rubbing your slit for just a moment before tasting yourself. He couldn’t have even pictured it, how sexy and slutty the action is, you sucking your arousal off your pretty little fingers, before pressing your thighs together.

Sukuna’s aching now, settled back down to watch you – you’ve reduced him to this, a pathetic man who just does this rather than fucking anyone, being with anyone. How can he when you exist, fucking his brain up with how pretty you are when you’re mad at him, and now you’re acting like a whore.

And it just makes him eager for the moment he’ll ruin you.

He bets you’ll talk so much shit before your throat is fucked raw, and then you’ll only have a hoarse little whisper left. He smirks as he watches you step out of the room, presumably to walk Ino out, maybe make him feel better. Sukuna is already working on a severance package for him, multitasking truly, because he damn sure couldn’t stay here around Sukuna’s girl.

His, all his.

“Ino, it’s fine, really. I had a lot of fun.” Ino’s brows draw together, slipping his hand across your cheek.

“I didn’t get you off, do you want me to?”

“You’re so sweet, you can next time.” He sighs, still clearly embarrassed with a flush of his cheeks, but you really love his sweetness, especially when you have to deal with Ryomen Sukuna every day. “Promise, we’ll continue this later.”

“All right, good night pretty.” You giggle and give him a kiss, leaning against the door when you shut it, left in the quiet of your home. You walk into your room, busting out the vibrator in the dresser, along with the lubricant, slipping off your shorts and laying back in the bed.

You loved to play with yourself before bed, but especially now, when you could think of anything other than your dickhead, pastel haired boss that you absolutely hate. Shutting your eyes and spreading your legs, bent at the knee, letting the silicon touch your clit, vibrating with the sticky lube, making you whine out.

Now Sukuna can actually stroke himself, you’re all alone, just how he enjoys you, playing with your cunt just for him. He’s leaned back in his chair, the office is entirely silent as he’s the only one here, the quiet times where Sukuna can let his long cock release, slapping his dress shirt with pre. His tip is reddened, leaking the pearly drops he can’t wait to stuff inside your hole.

He’d fill you so good, till you’re pouring him, dripping his milky cum from the soppy little cunt you’re running a pretty red little rose on. He hopes you enjoy it for now, because once you’re his, you’ll never be able to touch yourself again, never play with what is his. He can’t wait till you’re running your cunt on his leg, pathetic and desperate for his touch while he fucks your mouth, the thoughts pushing him over the edge.

He’s murmuring your name, timing his orgasm with yours, grinning psychotically in his dark office, lapping just a bit of his own cum that has spilled onto his fingers,. It drips along the piercing on the underside of his tip, mirroring you. He’s going to have far, far too much fun with you, he muses, he can’t wait to see you crying and begging him to stay.

*****

“What the fuck did you do!?” You’re shouting in his office the next day, he stomps over to where you’re shouting in the open, people are just looking at you two. Though it’s not unheard of for you to lose your shit on Sukuna, he shuts the door quickly, smirking down at you.

“What’s wrong, mad your little fuck toy is out of the office?” You haul back and smack the fuck out of his cheek, leaving your handprint, he glares and presses you against the door, a hand gripping your chin. “Ya really gonna think you can just slap me?”

“Sure the fuck can.” You slap him again, on the other cheek as hard as you can, he grips both wrists and pins them to the wall, chest heaving with his breaths. “Fuck you, Sukuna.”

“You wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you?”

“Hah, you wish I did.”

“Aw, did he not make you cum, little brat?” You gasp now, shoving him off you when he lets go of your wrists.

“You did something to him, psychotic dick. I know you did! He wouldn’t just leave me like that… leave the job like that, just cut off contact, no way.” Sukuna raises one of his slutty pierced eyebrows at you, making you itch to smack that look off again, fingers stinging from the contact.

“I got rid of his position, and gave him a huge severance package and recommendations, I didn’t fucking ask him to leave you,” Sukuna lies right to your face, watching it fall then, you’re blinking back tears he can’t wait to see fall down your cheeks. It’s for your own good, so he can’t feel bad about it. “Why would I?”

You blink rapidly, wracking your brain now, he watches the gears turn with a sick satisfaction. “I don’t… I don’t know…”

“You’re leaving, anyway right? Why do I care if you fucked-”

“I didn’t fuck him, not that it’s any of your business. We just started dating and I…” you trail off again, your lip trembling, Sukuna lets you go then, just standing there, looming over you. “Why’d you let him go suddenly?!”

“I planned it,” he’s watching you start to believe it, barely hiding back his smirk now. “I didn’t tell him to leave you. That’s the dumbest shit I’ve heard, why do I care who you’re with, tch.”

“Mr. Sukuna…” he’d looked terrified when Sukuna called him in, chuckling at the kid when he handed him the check. “What is all this money?”

“It’s a hell of a severance package,” he walks up to him now, smirking and tilting his head. “And I’ll give you double that if you break up with her.”

“You what now?” His eyes narrow at Sukuna for just a moment, even though Sukuna towers over him.

“Stay. Away. From. Her.”

“She hates you, you know that right?” Sukuna just raises a brow, hands in the pockets of his slacks, leaning even lower, watching him swallow nervously.

“If you’d like to keep all your fucking fingers, stick them inside someone else, she’s not available.”

“How the fuck would you-”

“Take the money. And go. Be smart, it’s way more than you make in a year.” He contemplates it for a moment, sighing then.

“I’m not going to break up with her just because you’re letting me go-”

“Yes, you fucking will,” he slams him on the wall, grabbing him by the collar. “If you’d like to keep intact you’ll break up with her right fucking now.”

“You’re fucking insane!” He rushes off, and Sukuna watches with a devious little smirk when he breaks up with you quietly in a corner of the office.

“Oh.” You’re turning away then, taking a shaky breath, Sukuna loves it, loves watching you lose whatever feelings you had for that boy, that doubt fucking setting in is delicious.

Just one step closer to making sure you can’t leave him.

He’s picturing lifting your pencil skirt up, pressing you against that door, it takes everything not to touch you yet, but you’re just not where he needs you. He puts a hand on your shoulder, almost comforting, giving you just enough caring to make you wonder, to make you look back in shock, even as he remembers exactly what happened this morning with that boy.

He can’t bother to feel guilty for lying when it’s all for your own good, really, you’ll be so happy when you’re his. You won’t work, won’t have to even cook, clean, anything, just be pretty and let him keep you to himself. Your eyes are all glossy with that sheen of unshed tears you’re holding onto, your breaths coming in little huffs.

“Do you need the day off?”

“You’ve never asked me that,” you laugh out meanly, his teeth clenching together. “Now that I’m leaving you’re trying to be somewhat kind? Too late for it, I’m still going regardless.”

You stomp out of the office, furious with him, he’s right though – why would Sukuna want to break you up with Ino? It doesn’t make sense, even if he’s a dick boss and can’t stand that you’re leaving him, what’s a boyfriend have to do with it… it’s not as if Sukuna had some weird interest in you.

But it was so sudden.

He’d looked terrified when he ran out of that office, asking you not to call him or message him, that he needed to get a clean start, that there were no hard feelings. After last night when he’d kissed you like that? You feel emotions welling up, a mix of anger, suspicion, and just being fucking sad.

You’re more determined than ever to get a new start with the Gojo corporation, you’d met the CEO himself, and you were so excited, the pay was really good too. Sukuna’s pay was something you would never find again, but nothing in the world was worth the stress of handling him every day. You should still be able to swing keeping your rent up with your house too.

Things will get better.

*****

Things get worse.

It’s like some fucking dark rain cloud is just following you around and storming all over you, all over everything. A steady domino effect happens that week that makes absolutely no sense. One moment, you’re ready to start a better life – or so you think – only for it to be disillusioned.

A receptionist calls and tells you the position is filled at the Gojo corporation, and that somehow something got crossed. A background check didn’t come in, and they apparently couldn’t get ahold of you. It seemed bullshit truly, but who was this random woman to lie about it?

Then, even worse, your landlord who is usually so sweet and kind, comes over and tells you they’re selling the house you rent, and you have to be out in ten fucking days. You were in shock as they came over apologetically, claiming someone offered them way more than it’s worth, and with cash. You don’t blame them, but now you are completely fucked.

Your parents are out of town, but imagine telling them your situation? Jobless soon since you already put in your resignation, and homeless? How can you even face them or live with them after being on your own since you were eighteen? You can’t just move back at twenty four.

You’re a mess when you’re back at the hell you call Sukuna Ryomen’s corporation, you hate it so much, knowing what you’re gonna have to do. Even if you stay with your family when they’re back in town, you have to have some source of income to get a new place, nothing nearby is even available for rent, so how long would it take?

No boyfriend.

No home.

No job.

And your car is still fucked up!?

You’re close to tears that monday, knocking on Sukuna’s door, the man you slapped in the fucking face last friday. Well, well deserved, sure, but what are the chances he’ll keep you? And if he does, will he make everything worse for you than he already did in the past? All you know, is for at least a few months, you’ll basically be at this shithead’s mercy.

“Come in,” he says gruffly behind the door, you take a breath, opening it and stepping in. He barely acknowledges you as he’s typing away on his keyboard, wearing a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. “What is it?”

“I um… well, I um…” You barely hold it together, he closes the laptop then, frowning over at you.

“You’re never at a loss for words, with that mouth,” you should scowl, but you just wanna fucking cry, you feel it coming, cursing yourself – you can’t, especially in front off him of all people! “Shut the door.”

“Right…” You do just that, closing it with a quiet click and leaning against it, eyes fluttering shut, missing his satisfied smirk just long enough for him to fix it. “Mr. Sukuna, um…”

“Um, um, um. Speak, don’t you know how to?” He’s such an ass, you barely can stand not punching him in his stupid face.

But he pays stupidly well.

“I need to keep my job.” You whisper, he blinks in surprise, standing up.

“Come here.” He says, almost softly, you step up to him, heels clicking on the polished hard wood, taking several breaths, bracing for his mockery, something fucking mean and cruel.

“Go ahead, say it, I’m pathetic for asking.” He frowns now, you’re just a breath away from him, too close for comfort.

“Why do you want to stay, thought you had the nice cushy Gojo job?” He leans his hip on the desk, crossing those big arms, his dress shirt struggling to stretch over all those muscles.

“I um…” You’re trembling in front of him, eyes welling with tears, and you’re so fucking sexy like this.

You need him.

It’s what he always wanted, you needing him.

“Will you just-”

“I lost the job opportunity,” your tears fall, hot and sticky down your cheeks, making him throb in his pants at the sight. They’re glimmering under the can lights in his ceiling, your red lipstick bitten off in places from your nerves. 

You’re perfect like this.

You’re just one step closer to where he needs you to be.

“I also got kicked out of the place I’m r-renting, a-and I really can’t lose this job now. I know I said I’d quit, but fuck just let me stay for a bit. You can throw your papers on the floor, I just need it, okay?” You gasp when he brushes your tears away almost gently, not smirking, not mocking you.

He resists the urge to lap a tear off his thumb, fully hard at the sight of you so small compared to him, trembling and pathetic really.

It’s perfect.

“You can stay,” you gasp, eyes shooting up to his in shock. “What, think I’m that fucking horrible?”

“Yes, yes I absolutely do,” he scoffs, and you curse, shutting your eyes and shaking your head. “Shouldn’t have said that when I’m asking for a favor.”

“I like that you talk shit, it’s why I pay you so much,” your eyes narrow, irritation flitting in between emotions. He sighs, hands on your arms now. “C’mere.”

“What?”

He tugs you against him then, you wonder if on top of losing everything you’ve lost your mind and are having straight up delusions, his big hand brushing up and down your back. You’re against his chest, tears making his button down wet in spots, struggling to catch your breath.

How can you be comforted by this man, in any way!?

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Holding you, shit what does it look like?” You shake your head, but you don’t move. You hate to admit he feels good, he’s so warm he’s hot, that warmth seeping against you, his big, bulging muscles too comfortable. “You can stay with me.”

“I’ve really fucking lost it. What now?” You sniffle, looking up at him then, he brushes a lock of your hair in a move you can only describe as gentle, it doesn’t fit any of him.

“You’re a good assistant, I know I’m kind of a dick.”

“Kind of!? You’re a horrible, completely terrible, mean ass, conceited shit-”

“Fuck off, I’m trying to help!?”

You bite your inner cheek, heart racing now, pounding in your chest. “Letting me keep my job is nice enough, don’t act weird.”

“Weird, tch,” he tugs you closer, letting you cry more, smiling against your hair as you do. Every tear just makes him want you more. “You can stay with me till you get a place, I have a big ass penthouse, not like we’ll see each other much. Plus, isn’t your car in the shop? I can bring you to work.”

“How do you know that?”

“You don’t wanna stay with your parents, do you?” He avoids the question completely.

“Shit, no.” You sigh, pulling back and swiping those tears, realizing it is your best option. “Are you as much of a dick at home as you are at work?”

“Worse.”

“Then-”

“It’s a joke?” You glare, and he chuckles a bit, his eyes bright fucking red, almost scary when they assess you carefully. “I’ve been too harsh on you, huh?”

“Harsh is an understatement, sadistic asshole fits better,” his scowl deepens, grip still firm on your waist even though you’ve backed away. “You really won’t mind me living with you?

“Nah, like I said we won’t even see each other much. I feel a little responsible,” – he literally caused all of it – “I made you wanna leave. So let me at least do something to make it up.”

“Are you in therapy or on meds or some shit? Who are you?”

“You’re such a little fucking brat, ungrateful-”

“Ah, there he is,” you smile, that mean little one even with your tremulous lips, stepping back then. “Well I really have no choice.”

“You’re sounding really thankful.”

“I am, though. I guess I’ll bring some things over tonight if that’s okay?”

“I’ll bring you to your place, we can grab what you need.”

You walk off, then turn around, looking at him and wondering if there’s something more than an arrogant, self entitled dick in there. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, get back to work, you’re slacking.” You roll your eyes as you walk out of his office, and he can’t stop his grin from spreading.

*****

You thought you’d hate living with Sukuna, even if he has a fancy decked out penthouse, with cleaners making sure it was immaculate. You don’t know what you expected, some pretentious bachelor pad with nothing but beer and no food in the fridge? He’s in his mid thirties and since, which raises every red flag along with his horrible personality.

Surely some sugar baby would deal with him or something, he’s that attractive really, some people could probably get past how much of an asshole he was. Yet, he’s alone, you don’t see him talk to any women the first week you’re there at all, and it almost gets comfortable, driving back to his place together, cooking dinner and then bitching about idiots at work.

Fuck it’s almost domestic?

Sukuna is still a dick at work, sure, but he’s eased up a bit, he’s actually said a praise or two which he never has, and at home he’s quite kind, even intelligent. Coming off like a nepo baby airhead, he surprises you more with just how smart he is, when he’s typing away at that computer working some finances, while some science show is on his big ass tv.

Sukuna’s almost a little nerdy, especially with those glasses. He walks around shirtless, that shithead, and that really fucks with you more than you’ll admit. You figured he had a good body judging by how his suits fit, but nothing really prepared you for waking up and seeing him completely bare aside from some boxer briefs that hugged a rather caked out ass.

He was cooking this morning, making what smelled like bacon and eggs, scrambling them around when you wake up, yawning. One week and you haven’t killed each other, in fact as you’re staring at the black tattoos across his back, he turns his head a bit to look back at you.

He’s unfairly attractive, that conceited ass smile plastered on his face when he looks back at you. “Checking my ass out?”

“Hah, not even, I’m just tired and want coffee,” you’re next to him then, arms brushing against each other when he looks down at your body. “Are you staring at my tits?”

“Yes.”

“The fuck,” you shove at him and he chuckles, almost playfully, you can’t stop your nipples from tightening at the gaze, at his laugh. Fuck it’s almost pleasing, making you hate him more. “Pervert.”

“Says you,” he reaches across and turns on the coffee maker for you, it heats up with a whir. “Wanna eat?”

“You’re making me breakfast?” You ask, pulling out a coffee pod, Sukuna barely hides his erection when he fully gets a look of what you’re wearing, some thin little crop top and shorts that barely cover your ass.

You look slutty, tits half out, almost the entirety of those thighs bare, thighs he’d die to have one either side of his face. That makes him angrier, the amount he wants to pleasure you, worship you, and because of your bratty attitude he has to wait. You look like you need his cock inside you.

He wants to give you what you need, it’s torture to jerk it next to you every night, when you’re a room away, but he knows damn well you don’t need him that badly yet. But you’re getting there, he can almost inhale the scent of your arousal, so sweet like the panties he buried his face in last night.

He despises you for reducing him to that, to lapping your sticky arousal from them, and they were coated in your slick. Despite you acting fine, you were clearly wet around him, your nipples poking out of your top and drawing his gaze, his wide grin, you cup them then, gasping.

“Don’t stare dickhead, I’m just cold!”

“Sure you are, they like me, at least.”

“They so do not.” He smirks, and you struggle to focus on anything other than wanting him to throw you on that counter.

Stupid.

It’s stupid.

One week of being a semi decent human being doesn’t eliminate everything he’s put you through. “I’ll eat some.”

“Good girl.”

“Yuck, never mind.”

“Fucking brat,” he scowls, and you can’t stop a little giggle, the first he has ever heard from you, he grips the spatula so hard it bends. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, it does look yummy though.”

“Then sit down, I’ll bring you some.” You both fall into a comfortable silence, eating side by side, he’s peering at his laptop while you’re poking at your phone, knees brushing under his pretty white bar. He leans over and swipes a bit of coffee off the corner of your mouth, and that’s when you pause.

He’s not touched you like that, your couple of interactions were slaps, and then that weird hug he tugged you into. But this week he’s made sure not to, and when he does, you ache, desire ruining your brain chemistry. You stare at him with dilated eyes when he brushes his thumb across your lips, watching the plush of it gently move, knowing what it’s doing to you.

He knows your cunt is pulsing around nothing, knows what his eyes are doing while they look down at you. He knows how to push you over that edge until you beg for him, or so he thinks. You pull back and smack at his hand, he clenches his teeth, about to bend you over and beat your ass black and blue, but he can’t. He has to make you want him, not just need him.

“Weirdo.” You stick your tongue out, he scoffs at you, back to watching the news on his screen, and you run to the bathroom when you’re done.

You can’t help but reach down and find your cunt slick.

Fuck Ryomen Sukuna.

*****

It’s been two weeks now, Sukuna lets you sit on the couch and you two actually watch movies together, you sit out on the balcony with him and drink his ridiculously expensive vintage of wine. It’s peaceful almost, he’s quiet and doesn’t talk too much shit, and you unfortunately find yourself enjoying him, wanting him more and more despite your mind knowing that’s the dumbest idea.

Do you just want to get fucked, are you just horny and he’s hot? But how can you ever want someone who was that awful? It’s almost hard to remember, sitting next to him tonight, eyes getting heavy, you rest your head on his shoulder before you think better of it, feeling him tense.

His hand is on your thigh, you’re shifting your hips, dying for him to just touch you. You see the way he looks at you now that you live with him, you’ve seen the bulge in his boxers in the morning, hear how he catches his breath, notice the dilation of his eyes. You know he wants you, but he makes no move ever, the hand not inching the tiniest bit higher.

You sure the hell would never ask him, it’s dumb to even be open to it, but the more you’re around his psychotic ass, the more your body reacts so stupidly. You can only chalk it up to so many issues and a massive need of therapy, perhaps you’ve just been consuming too much hate sex smut, and it’s altering your brain.

But you want it.

You shift again, closer now, pretending you’re falling asleep, thighs spreading just a bit, some insane part of you wonders if he’d touch you in your sleep. He inches his fingers just a bit higher, you bite back a gasp, keeping your eyes fluttered shut, hearing the quiet click of the remote now as he turns off the show. He brushes back your hair for a moment, rather than what you need.

His fingers inside you.

His mouth on you.

What the actual hell is wrong with your mind you don’t know, inhaling that expensive scent, more and more alluring with every breath you slowly take, feigning sleep while he runs a finger across your jaw line. You bury your face against his neck now, breathing heavier, he pauses, unmoving then, until he shakes you just a bit.

“Gonna drool on me, brat?” You pull off now, scoffing and going to stand with a yawn.

“Sorry for being sleepy, dick.”

“Tch…”

When he grips your wrist with long, thick fingers that you keep wondering about. You wonder if they’d hit your cervix, those black painted nails against your skin, leaving marks. You’re so done with his bullshit, the push and pull, one moment acting kind enough that you wonder if you’re wrong, then the next snapping, being a whole psycho – and the entire time making you throb with need every time he’s close to you.

“Come drool on me then, if you’re gonna be all pouty about it,” he gives you a mean little smile. You tug away, freeing your wrist, seeing marks he leaves from just that touch. You wonder if he’d leave them all over your body. “Going to bed?”

“Sure am.” He chuckles like the asshole he is, you stomp off and sigh, resting your head on the door.

He’s trying to tease you, it’s so obvious to you then, when you hear quiet moans and huffs next to your room. Like he’s wanting you to cave, to desire him, but you sure the hell would never give him that satisfaction. You’re undressing when you see it then, a little small black tube, and then it all starts to hit you.

Is this pervert watching you!?

He knew about Ino, he knows too much.

That should scare you, really, but instead you undress right in front of that camera, ever so slowly, letting your tits bounce. You hear his moans get just a bit louder, hiding your smile when you lay on the bed, holding your phone and texting a guy back who asked you out. You proceed then to touch yourself, moaning loudly the name of the date.

“Oh, Suguru, oh!”

Sukuna pauses, dick in his hand, almost crushing the phone he’s watching you on now, his jaw tensing as you say some other dudes fucking name!? Not even the boy you dated – why is he so desperately in love with such a mean, evil thing really? He should go in there and beat your ass, fuck you so good all you know is him, but it would just fuck everything up.

He flings his phone across the room, all while you’re in the other room getting off to the thought of making this stalker furious.

*****

You certainly can’t stay here much longer with Sukuna.

One, he’s a psycho.

Two, he’s a dick.

Three, you want to fuck him.

All of that together pushes you to start peering at places, there is a brand new condo building that’s just constructed, and it’s in your price range. You submit a pre application, then decide to get ready for your date with a handsome man you’d run into last week. Some sick, dark part of you gets off on the idea a cocky ass man like Sukuna is so obsessed he spies.

You wonder the extent of it, honestly, when you step out into the living room in a slinky little black dress, red lips just a little glossy, pretty earrings dangling with your hair done up. You had done a couple little spins to make sure everything looked good, slipping on a pair of red bottom heels, a splurge you’ve never even worn before. All in all, you know you look good.

When Sukuna’s eyes catch you, for a moment his lips part, his heart hammers at how gorgeous you look, but just as quickly, he realizes it’s not for him, and clenches his jaw, narrowing his eyes now when you step closer. You do a little spin and giggle, making him want to throw your ass down on the mattress in his room, and fuck you into it.

Tear your dress into nothing, so you never wear it again, use that pretty silver necklace to choke you until it snaps in half. He can hardly handle just standing there, his ‘unbothered’ act about to fail with what you’re putting him through. Sukuna has never cared about anyone but you, never felt any of this, and yet here you are about to go out with someone else?

He’s read your signals, but the game he’s playing is apparently too slow for you and how needy your cunt apparently is.

He’s furious.

“How do I look, Sukuna? I think I like this dress on me.” You say with a little quirk of your lips, like you know what you’re doing to him.

His gaze dips to your breasts, cupped tightly in that dress, too low cut, fuck he could almost see your nipples if you bend over. And he’d surely see your ass if you did, the shape of it outlined in the little black thin ass material, a pathetic excuse for clothing he’d never let you out in once you’re his.

“Where ya going dressed like that huh?” You scoff, crossing your arms.

“Excuse me? I think I look hot.”

“You look slutty as fuck.” You scowl at him, he walks closer, until your back is pressed against the counter, heart racing. “Shouldn't let you out like that.”

“Would it kill you to just say I look pretty once?” You blink back frustrated tears, because why the fuck do you care what he thinks!? Why do you want him to!? The toxic pull is worse when you feel his body against yours, feel his heat, wanting it to soak into you, even knowing he’s dangerous and terrible.

Sukuna grips your face too tightly, a thick, muscled thigh slipping between your own, you bite back a gasp of pleasure so hard it makes your lip almost bleed, struggling to focus. “You know you're fucking gorgeous, tch. It doesn't change shit about this slutty ass outfit.”

“Oh fuck you,” you grip his wrists, shoving his hands down, just for him to bar you with his arms, thigh pressing higher, making you almost let out that moan threatening to spill from your throat. Your eyes fly to his, unreadable and dilated to almost pure blackness. “I'm going on a date.”

“A date, huh?” You nod, swallowing nervously now.

How dare you show off all that pretty skin. That pretty body that belongs to him and only him!?

“Look like you’re going to a dick appointment.”

You slap the fuck out of him now, his cheek decorated with your handprint, breaths faster and faster, a mix of anger, hatred and being so turned on you’re about to soak his thigh. He can tell, you swear he feels it already, merely grinning and cupping your face now.

“You love to hit me, huh?”

“You’re an ass who deserves to be hit, so yes. So what if it is a ‘dick appointment’ do you not think I have needs?”

“Needs, hmm?” He presses up again, big hands gripping your hips and tugging you down, you can’t bite that whine back even though you try, you curse internally with his satisfied grin. “What exactly do you need?”

“Need someone who wants to get me off,” you shove at his chest even as you rock your hips, he’s throbbing when he feels it – how hot you are, your needy cunt just pressing on him. “Don’t you date, Sukuna? Haven’t seen a girl here.”

“Do you want to hear another girl screaming while I fuck her in the next room?” He’s leaning against you, all six feet something of him imposing while you’re pressed on his chest, his thigh, cunt pulsing around nothing.

“What would I care?” You whisper, chin tilted up to eye him in the face defiantly even as you soak him, trembling thighs and hands just resting on his chest, gripping his shirt. “What if I fucked someone, would you watch me, Sukuna?”

“Would I what now!?” You smile deviously, yanking him down, until he’s dangerously close to your lips, the scent of your perfume flooding his senses, sweet breath minty and cool against his lips.

“Would you watch me, would you get off to that?”

“You think I’m some sicko, huh,” he’s chuckling and pressing his thigh up again, you’re so close from just that it’s dumb, while he slips up your dress, hands gripping the thin material. “Maybe I just worry about you.”

“Hah, worry for me, hmm? Mnh-” His cheeks are flushed red, you feel it – his thick, heavy cock against your waist now, pressing and insistent despite him trying to compose himself.

“I should take you, your car is still in bad shape,” he whispers, you shake your head. “No, what if some weirdo gets you?”

“I’ll be f-fine, I’ll be in by curfew dad.”

“You’re such an insolent-”

“Brat, yeah you say that. Can you get out of my way? I have a date to go to.” He pulls back, and raises a brow when he looks at his slacks, you peer down in horror, seeing the spot glistening with your slick. “I’ll be g-gone soon, too.”

“Leaving huh? Tsk, you’re messy, aren’t you?” He runs his thumb over it now, coating it in the damp, sticky clear arousal, your thighs tremble when he steps forward, taking your chin with his other hand now. “Ruining my thousand dollar slacks?”

“You put your leg there, weirdo - mmm!” Sukuna runs your own juices across your lips like a gloss, smirking as he does it, slipping his thumb between your lips.

“Should make you clean it off,” he murmurs, tilting his head and looking at you like some predator, when you sink your teeth against the pad of his thumb he doesn’t even flinch. “Make you lick it off, on your knees.”

You pause instead of coming back with something, the thought of him making you do it fucking you up, your tummy clenching when he runs his thumb across it again, lapping it off a finger now. His eyes flutter shut, cheeks hollowing, sipping your slick cunt off them, as you watch, lips parted.

“Have fun on your little date.” Is all he says then, walking off and leaving you clenching nothing, clit twitching with how badly she wants friction. You rush out quickly, leaving Sukuna with your flavor sunk in his tastebuds, peering at his phone after a few minutes, tracking your exact location.

As if he wouldn’t watch you.

He has to make sure you act right, going out like that with your cunt teased too, he sure the fuck wasn’t going to let anyone touch you. 

Sukuna watches you from the car window later, dark and tinted just across from the restaurant, you’re sitting right by the window, giggling with your hand in front of your mouth, some tall dude next to you. He assumes it’s the name you moaned last night, your hand is on his thigh, you’re sitting right against him. Sukuna’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly.

He watches you kiss him, plotting just what he’s gonna do when you walk through that door tonight. How is he supposed to hold back when you’re running around and letting other men touch what belongs to him. He scowls at his phone and texts you out of curiosity, you peer at the phone and don’t respond, instead sipping on your glass of wine and throwing your head back.

You’re absolutely done for.

*****

You had way too much fun tonight, you even had a little make out sesh in the car, he’s handsome and sweet and easy to talk to. Knowing you have to go back to Sukuna should fill you with some sense of dread, he’s a dickhead and at this point lives to edge you, he’s clearly watching you – you don’t know the extent – but that all just makes pissing him off more thrilling.

You slip off your heels at the door, stepping into the quietness of the penthouse, it’s completely dark in there, not a light left on, and not a sound. You didn’t expect Sukuna to be up and running around, but the darkness is a little disconcerting, especially with the dizziness from the wine in your blood stream. You blink a bit, reaching for the light switch, when you hear him.

“You’re back, huh?” He walks to you, your eyes adjust to him in the night, his big frame casting shadows when you hit the lights just barely, enough to be able to see him, before he snatches your wrist.

“Yes, I’m back, did you worry about me, Sukuna?” You murmur, leaning close to him, letting him hold them, letting him press you against that door. “That’s so sweet, you care huh? Why are you waiting for me like some creep, anyway?”

“Hah, a creep,” he slides a hand up, yanking out all the pins that have your hair in that pretty updo. You gasp as they clatter to the floor around you, the pins echoing off the hardwood.

“What are you doing?”

He says nothing, so done with you, so furious, ready to fuck your throat till you can’t talk anymore. “What, mad I had fun, want me miserable? Or are you… jealous, imagine, Ryomen Sukuna jealous.”

You run your hand up his chest, little glint in your eyes while he yanks your hair at the roots, so hard you cry out at it. “Get on your fucking knees, now.”

“Excuse me- ah!” He’s pulling harder, a hand on your shoulder pressing you down, you feel his strength along with your tummy clenching with hot need.

“On. Your. Knees.” He orders again, voice gruff as you kneel for him, you glare but you want this. You want to be on your knees, him yanking your hair just makes you wetter, the pain along with looking up at him like this.

The fuck is wrong with you!?

Sukuna undoes his pants now, your hands go to touch his thighs, earning a sharp smack. “Put 'em behind your back, now.”

You do as he says even with a mad little look on your face, cunt already soaked at the thought of his cock in your mouth, hands behind you, fingers entwined, he chuckles now, brushing your hair back. He uses two fingers to tilt your chin up, before going to his belt buckle, your breaths coming faster and faster.

“So you can listen, then,” he taunts you, you go to stand, just to get shoved back down, exciting you more. “Open that mouth, time I put it to better use than you running it, then you kissing other men.”

“You are jealous,” you whisper, he grabs your hair in a ponytail now, pulling until you’re in tears. 

“Jealous of you being a pretty little whore? Don’t scowl, you asked me to call you pretty, didn’t you?”

“Oh, fuck you, mnh…” He pulls your hair harder, yanking your head so you’re forced to look at him when he lets his cock slide out, heavy and thick, two faint blue veins wrapping all the way to his reddened tip that’s just leaking pre

“I said, open your mouth.” You do as he says, mouth open for him, tongue out and ready. “Look, you can behave, can’t you?”

Sukuna drags his tip against your lips, smirking as he smears your lip gloss, balls filling heavy with how much cum he’s ready to pour inside you. Your red tint makes his tip a pretty shade of ruby, before he presses it further, the weight of it right on the tip of your tongue, the barbell cold against the roof of your mouth. You taste him, salty little drops against your taste buds, a whine snapping his control, his teasing.

He shoves his cock deep in your mouth then, dragging your face so he can fuck it, leaving you choking on him, tears in your eyes when he hits your uvula. “That’s it, aww can you not take it all, ya that fucking pathetic?”

You just get wetter the meaner he gets, it’s making you grind helplessly on the heels of your feet pressed against your cunt, he yanks you up. “Ngh!”

“You don’t get any pleasure yet, not after all the shit you’ve put me through,” Sukuna wraps a hand around your throat now, feeling the bulge move underneath your delicate skin. “Know how long I’ve waited for this? To use you, fuck your mouth like the useless little cocksleeve you are.”

He’s lost in your suction, in how you’re taking him, the moans just vibrating against his cock, he’s sucking in a breath when you suck harder, your cheeks hollowed, letting him drag you by the hair, uncaring. Your throat constricts around his cock so tightly, he can only picture how perfect that cunt will feel.

“You’re so desperate,” he whispers. You're lost in the sensations of being used by him, his leg comes between your thigh now, you're rutting against it, whining with need. He gasps out when you suck hard, swirling your tongue around his tip. “You’ll fuck my leg, like some bitch in heat huh?”

You hate him, you hate the need that’s been building for weeks, hate the desperate way he ruts your mouth, you’re choking and gagging, sucking breaths through your nose. You let him use you for his pleasure, let his hands cup your face on either side, while your slick cunt just drips down his leg, seeping against his pants, cunt dying for any pressure, any friction.

“That's it. Throat is so fucking slutty, she wants me to ruin her. Huh? Aw, can't talk, baby?” He fucks your throat now, cursing softly as he thrusts that cock so deep, piercing dragging the roof of your mouth, the cool barbell shockingly different from his burning hot length. “Can’t run your mouth, can’t kiss some random fucking guy now, can you?”

He pulls back with a ragged breath, yanking you up with a hand on your throat, squeezing tightly, lips just a breath away. He’s fucked your throat and not even kissed you. He squeezes tighter, pressure against either side of your jugular, chuckling deeply now while you whimper.

“Could snap your little neck, y’know that?” He whispers, watching your eyes go glossy and black with need. “And you’d like it, wouldn’t you? Want me to just use every fucking hole you have?”

He kisses you, filthy and messy, more intimate than swallowing him, and that’s when he loses it fully, shoving you against the door, cock coated in your spit and saliva, wrapping it in thin gossamer strings. He tastes himself on you, along with the wine you drank, heady and making him almost bust when he pulls back, turning you.

“Let me suck you off, psycho,” you whisper, he chuckles then, teeth sinking into your neck, painful as he rips your dress off. “You dick that was expensive!?”

“I’ll buy you a new wardrobe, fuck you’re stupid, don’t you know what you do to me?” He whispers, needy and desperate himself, his hand slipping around you cup your bare breasts, leaving you in nothing but panties, the remnants of your little black dress around your ankles.

“I know you watch me,” you whisper, looking back at him then, he falters for just a moment, before smirking. “You want to fuck me, then do it.”

“You’re not in control, brat, shut that pretty mouth before I-”

“Fuck it again, I like it.”

“The fuck…” you’re a menace really. “You’re such a-”

“You gonna fuck me or? Need to go to the room and recor-” He’s shoved you forward now, sinking two fingers deep in your cunt. “Ah!”

“This what you been needing, rutting on my leg, on my thigh, making a whole fucking mess? So pathetic and needy, just to have your hole stuffed?” You gasp out, he’s rocking his fingers deep inside while your face is shoved against the door with one of his hands. “That’s it, lemme feel her, already drooling.”

You’re clenching around him, head pressed with his weight, while he scissors those thick fingers in and out. “M’gonna… f-fuck…”

He yanks them out, shoving them in your mouth, pressing your tongue down and groaning with your teeth bite at them. “Should make you beg for it.”

“I’d never, should make you,” he scoffs, tongue licking up your neck, bending over to press the fat tip of his cock against your quivering hole, his free hand turning your face, hovering so big over you then, shadows cast and covering you in darkness, it’s just him, everywhere.

“Only I will ever fuck you, touch you, kiss you,” he sloppily kisses you then, pressing his tip past that tight ring of muscles, pulling back and feeling you gush down him, moaning. “You’re all fucking mine, my pretty little whore.”

“M’not yours - ngh!” Sukuna shoves his cock half way in, you’re struggling to take it, thighs trembling, cock stretched out, all while he watches you.

“Perfect cunt is f’me, jus’me fuckin say it,” he’s groaning when he begins to move, achingly slow yet rough thrusts, slamming you into the door. One of his hands entwines, tattooed and rough, swallowing yours. “Say it, that you’re just a stupid little slut for me.”

“F-fuck you, Sukuna, not yours,” your cunt is gushing arousal, so much he’s moving easier despite the stretch, he’s all bent as you arch your ass more, whining out at the stretch. “Too much!”

“Hah, too much? Don’t tap out, all that talk, all that play, knowing I could fucking see you,” he slams his cock hard against your cervix, you scream out, hoarsely. “Your throat is so sore, isn’t it?”

“Shut up,” you’re lost in him, in his mean thrusts, in his nasty words, he lifts you then, letting your legs dangle in the fucking air, arms wrapping you. “Psycho, put me down!?”

“You can still talk,” he slams his cock inside your hole, using you now, up and down his cock with your body like you’re nothing. “Dumb fucking toy, aren’t you? Is this what you needed?”

You open your mouth to protest, but he’s railing your cunt with sharp thrusts, making drool spill from your mouth, you’re shaking in his hold, he slams you down hard and you shatter, pulsing around him as you cum so hard you can’t fucking see. You’re blinded, blink back fuzzy stars when he yanks out of you, making you whine out at the emptiness.

He unceremoniously sets you on the ground, you wobble, sadistic fucker eats it all up too. “So fucked out you can’t walk? I just started.”

“Back in.”

“If you say you’re mine,” he’s cupping your face so tightly it hurts, his eyes terrifying, voice just a whisper. “Fucking say you’re mine.”

“No.”

“You little…” He picks you up, you cling to him, letting him carry you to his room, he practically flings you on his bed, pressing you into the mattress and lifting your thighs, eyeing your cunt. “It’s perfect, fuck you.”

“Fuck you! Get back in, mnh.” He’s past chuckling and teasing, he’s lost when he sees your pussy, ready to bury himself inside it. He spreads your thighs, leaning over you and sinking inside now, watching your tummy move with him. “You’re too deep.”

“Your slutty hole can take it,” he slams his cock inside, bottoming out as deep as he can go, pushing your thighs up and making you feel the stretch, rolling his hips and looking down at you. “So tight, f-fuck… all mine, shit…”

Your pretty face, drenched in perspiration, lipstick smeared and half missing, mascara streaks down your cheeks.

“You’re a fucking mess, look at you,” Sukuna fucks you deeper, one hand braced next to you, the other under your chin. “Look, I’m fucking ruining you.”

You barely register, looking down and seeing your tummy move now. “Mnh…”

“Can’t run your stupid mouth huh?” You smack him, he pins your wrist, pulsing inside you now, you’re whimpering, whining, a mess as he lays into you. “Going to fuckin’ ruin you for anyone.”

You shake your head, making him laugh, pressing your thighs up until you’re in a mating press, bending in ways you didn’t think you could, just fucking you harder. The loud sounds of the smacking of his thighs on your ass mix with your cunt squelching, his huffs and moans and your breathy gasps, while his cock does wreck you.

It hurts you, stretches you, the skin around his cock burning from it when he pulls fully out, smacking his heavy cock against your cunt. “Say you’re mine.”

“No, f-fuck!” Sukuna’s putting his weight on your thighs, fucking you bruisingly rough now. He’s not holding back anymore, the bed shaking with every thrust, looking down at you with lidded eyes, all black with a ring of ruby.

“If you wanna cum, you’ll say it,” he pauses his thrusts, you shake your head even when his tip presses your cervix, that ring dragging on your spot. “If you want me to keep fucking you like the slut you are, you will.”

“No.” He yanks out of you again, leaving you empty and twitching, smacking your sore cunt. “Ow!”

“You just don’t listen, you just don’t realize you’re mine, have been mine, only mine.” You blink rapidly, shaking your head. “Wanna cum, don’t you? You’re so needy.”

You nod weakly, he smacks your cunt again with a sharp smack that stings, you’re crying out, tears slipping down your cheeks when he does it again. “Mnh…”

“Cunt is all puffy, all fucked up already, bet it I just…” he runs a thumb over your twitching clit, left untouched until now. Your head falls back at it, while he holds your thighs up, running quicker and quicker. “Bet you squirt all over me, huh?”

You shake your head, he shoves his thick cock back in, he needs you too much to keep holding back, needs to ruin you, fill you, mark you his. Sukuna rubs your clit while his fat cock stuffs your hole over and over, harder and faster, you’re twitching, overstimulated quickly, clit sensitive when he presses harder now. You gasp out, so close, making him halt.

“Make me cum, you stalker,” he smirks, slamming into you again, moving your thighs so that they’re up in the air now.

“You love that I watch you, admit it.”

You shake your head, he smirks and leans over you, thumb paused, just sitting on your little clit as it twitches, cunt spasming around his cock. “No it’s w-weird, creepy…”

“You love that I’m fucking obsessed with you,” you shake your head again, he drags his finger up, showing you his sticky, soaked hand. “Admit it.”

“No – g-god!” Sukuna slams into your cunt again, so hard you can hardly handle it, a writhing mess underneath him.

“I have watched you for months, watched you suck your cum off your fingers,” he runs your juices now against your lips, the pressure builds more and more, your breaths coming out in short pants, your nails digging into the bedsheets. “Watched you with that boy, seen you fucking dancing around your room naked.”

“Creep, ngh!” Your eyes roll back in your skull as he slams again, rolling his hips, letting your thighs grip them, hands brutal against your thighs, leaving bruises.

“You’re wetter, you get off on it, huh? Let’s test it,” he kisses up your neck, your ear, whispering in it now. “I stroked my cock just thinkin’ about your cunt, licked you off your used panties.”

“Oh fuck…” you’re gushing, so close with every filthy image he throws in your head, as he slams his cock, heavy balls making little plap plap plap sounds, his cock throbbing inside. You feel every vein, every ridge of his dick inside you, nails digging into his strong biceps in response.

“Your cunt can’t lie like you do, you like making me desperate, don’t you?” You bite your lip, tears from being edged falling, making him groan when he feels them against his cheek. “Yeah, cry, hah – pathetic dumb baby.”

“Hate you,” you bite his shoulder, but he fucks you harder, losing it, desperate and needy – a whimper in your ear that pushes you over the edge. “Hate you so m-much.”

“Fuck,” he’s kissing you again, hands folding you in half, then gripping your face, sweat dripping on your skin. “You’re never leaving me, I’ll fill you so much, so much cum you’ll drip me at work.”

“Sukuna…”

“Give you so many fucking reasons to stay, fucking keep you to myself,” you’re lost in his insanity, losing all sense of preservation for his thick cock and the way he looks at you. “You’re mine.”

“Fuck it, just… let me cum…” He pauses at that, lips parted. “Please.”

“Begging? Look at you, perfect fucking whore for me only, only want my cum inside you, huh? Fill you till you’re begging me to stop.”

“Shut up and – f-fuck, fu-uckkk,” your orgasm ruins you, you’ve never felt whatever the fuck the psycho is doing, and he just fucks you through it, hands pressing so hard against your head you think you’ll break.

“Can you take it all? Greedy cunt is fuckin’ begging for it, feel her milking me, she knows who she belongs to at least,” you’re getting fucked from one orgasm into another, the room spinning, making you dizzy as he works you over and over. “Fuck you stupid, huh? Stupid little whore.”

“Fuck you, hate you. Dumb fucking… psycho…” You’re getting filled then as he moans while you insult him, while you’re digging your nails so hard he bleeds, kissing you desperately as his cum floods your cunt.

“Feel you, so fucking good, g-god, she’s all mine,” you’re sobbing, shaking underneath him, all just making him want you again. “She is, you are. Not going anywhere.”

“Just once,” you mumble, he chuckles then, yanking out of you, dripping with all the fluids from you two, it’s filthy to see. He grabs a pillow, flipping you onto your stomach and slipping it right under your hips then. “Sukuna, f-fuck are you doing back there?”

“God, look at her, she took me s’fucking good, she took so much,” he is spreading your legs while he watches your cunt pushing out his pearly white cum, spreading your ass wide so he can look. “Arch that ass up for me.”

“Again!? I- S-sukuna ngh,” you feel it then, his tongue lapping from your clit all the way to your little unused hole. “What are you d-doing?”

“Gonna taste us together, god your pussy is so slutty, mnh.” Sukuna laps his long tongue deep in your cunt now, scooping out his own cum, while his hands take over your ass, gripping it and dragging it on his face.

“Are you l-licking… my… your… oh, there, shit there,” you’re arching more now, he dives deeper, cleaning every inch of your cunt with his mouth, tongue flicking deep inside and scooping more that pours. “Cumming!”

He pulls back now, laying prone over you with his long limbs, tattooed hands pressing your lips apart. “Open, taste us.”

You do just that without argument, letting Ryomen Sukuna spit in your mouth, swapping the mix of both of your cum with dripping saliva. “You’re freaky as fuck, S-sukuna.”

“You haven’t seen shit yet, I’m not taking it easy this time,” you go to ask what the fuck he means when he shoves all of the nine inches he can in your cunt, wrapping his fingers around your throat. “Gonna fill you again, and again, and again, till you learn who the fuck you belong to.”

*****

You’re blinking as the sun shines in the big windows of Sukuna’s room, feeling something wet against your tummy. You gasp and lift the sheets, watching as Sukuna’s pink haired head sinks lower. “What’re you doing, you weird fucking freak!?”

“Gonna have you a pathetic mess, hurt your little cunt, bet she’s sore,” he bites your clit now, you jerk, yanking on his hair, shaking when he slides two fingers in, eyeing you with a lazy smirk and bright ruby eyes. “Aw, poor little pussy.”

“I s-said once…”

“I came inside you five times,” he spreads your pussy lips now, moaning. “Still some leaking out of your beat up cunt, too.”

“D-did you record that all? Gonna jerk off to it?” You gasp as he flicks his demon tongue on your sore clit, sinking another finger inside and stretching you out so much you’re jerking back.

“Ah - ah, don’t run, brat. You’re all mine, belong to me,” he flicks his tongue again, after fucking you stupid all night, your brain is still fucked. “You’re never leaving me.”

“Y-yes I will.”

He smiles against your skin, letting you think that for now, before making sure to put more cum inside you, fuck you even dumber, until you don’t even remember what you were saying, what you were thinking. When you’re passing out, he’s still inside you, chuckling at how cute you are, tears drying on your cheeks, your lips swollen, and he knows you’re not going anywhere.

Surprise, she isn't going anywhre :')

Comments/rbs very appreciated if you enjoy!!

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[mikok1tty]

18+

toji fushiguro never minded multitasking. his discipline was erratic at best—weeks of aimless loafing followed by sudden, vicious self-imposed drills. and when he committed, it bordered on ritualistic. today’s choice of resistance training: sit-ups.

and you were apparently part of the routine now.

you sat perched on his cock, balancing comfortably against his pelvis while he moved beneath you, each controlled rise driving his cock deeper into you while you ate oreos out of the sleeve and dropped crumbs on his chest.

“this counts as partner work,” you explained, sweetly.

toji gave you a deadpan look. “yeah. real solid core activation.”you took another bite, watching him rise again. tension cinched across his sculpted abs, drawing you forward just enough to feel the tip of him nudge against your g-spot.

“you’re dropping crumbs everywhere.”

“and you’re sweating on my pussy,” you replied, biting into a cookie. toji grunted. rose again. kissed the underside of your breast before dropping back.

you plucked another cookie from the sleeve and pressed it to his lips mid-rep. he chewed it without breaking rhythm, eyes narrowed. surely not from exertion. more likely the sheer mental will it took not to flip you over and fuck you til the neighbours thumped on the wall in retaliation.

[mikok1tty]

i feel like having sex with sukuna for the first time would have you so shook that it feels like your souls being snapped out of place.

like you already figured he had a big dick just from the way he carried himself, and you figured he’d be a little rough, because look at him, but you didn’t think he’d be that fucking mean.

he has you on all fours, immediately. he’s been waiting to have you like this since the moment he first laid his eyes on you. his hands are gripping on your lower back, pressing down so you arch for him more, allowing him to fuck you even deeper. the whole time he’s making fun of you with that sinfully deep voice of his.

“mmm— look at you tryna run from it. what’s wrong, sweetheart? thought you said you could take it?”

yeah well you were wrong. you’re genuinely scared of how hard he’s planning on making you cum, meanwhile this is light work for him

he doesn’t even talk you through it when he does make you cum, he just continues to taunt you, talking about how “that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

then when you think you’re done, and that you can finally have a moment to catch your breath, he’s flipping you over on to your back and pushing your knees up to your chest.

and with a smile, he goes, “have fun trying to run from it now.”

a/n: i needed to get this thought out there lol

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[mikok1tty]

(18+) you shouldn’t have mouthed off during the meeting, you knew exactly what you’d get.

now you’re pinned - back pressed flush to the cold, polished desk, your shirt riding up your sides, nipples already hard and exposed under the harsh lights.

your legs are spread wide enough that your slick drips onto the wood below, mixing with the faint sheen of sweat coating your skin. one heel drags uselessly on the floor, the other rests heavy on satoru's shoulder as he holds you open like the filthy brat you are.

your panties are completely ruined - pushed aside to your knee, soaked through and clinging, the thin fabric stretched and transparent, impossibly sticky with your own wetness.

his fingers are buried deep inside you, knuckles pressed hard into your sopping, trembling cunt. three thick digits are moving in slow, punishing circles, the wet slap-squelch-squelch echoing louder than your shallow, ragged breaths. every slide drags slick between your walls like a lover fucking you raw.

shhlck-shlick—shlap-shlap-shlap—

“don’t get all shy now,” he growls, breath hot at your temple, voice a cruel tease as his thumb presses relentlessly into your swollen clit. “where’d all that attitude go, huh?”

you try to speak, but the only sound you manage is a desperate, broken whimper - throat tight, lips slick with saliva and your own leaking arousal. you’re trembling so hard your knees knock together with every push of his fingers.

wetness slicks down your inner thighs, dripping in thick, sticky streams over the desk, soaking into the wood grain and pooling beneath you like a goddamn puddle.

“shh,” he hisses, tightening his grip on your hip and pressing his palm down harder against your clit, grinding slow and vicious. “keep makin’ those slutty little sounds and someone’s gonna walk in and see how pathetic you are.”

your pussy clenches fiercely, fluttering around his fingers like it’s desperate to milk every inch, dripping heavier, louder, squelching with obscene wet pops as his fingers curl and thrust, relentless and merciless.

your brain is gone, turned to soup, your mouth is slack: you’re drooling on yourself.

your cunt is gushing - so wet the sound is unreal, soaked all the way down to your ankles.

“hear that?” he smirks, voice low and wicked. “that’s you, princess. dripping and moaning like a desperate little whore, and i haven’t even let you cum.”

another hard slap of his palm against your clit makes your whole body jump, head lolling back as you choke on a moan that sounds like pure need.

his fingers slide out slowly with a wet pop, the sound making you shiver and sob quietly. he holds them out in front of your face - glossy, dripping with your slick, strings of wetness hanging between his knuckles, pooling down his wrist.

“look at this mess,” he murmurs, eyes dark, voice thick with contempt and hunger. “you’re leaking all over me, all over the desk, and you haven’t even cum yet.”

then - two fingers are shoved into your mouth, slick and warm, tasting of you.

“here.” his voice is rough, commanding. “suck ‘em clean like a good girl.”

you suck like you’re starving, like you want him to shove them down your throat and humiliate you, you moan around them, you gag, just from that.

your lips close around them eagerly, tongue swirling, choking softly as you suck and lick every drop from his fingers. a needy whimper escapes, and your hips jerk desperately.

“maybe then i’ll consider letting you cum,” he says, pulling his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop.

then he smacks your twitching cunt twice with those same fingers - hard.

“but probably not. sluts like you don’t deserve it.”

art by 679sora on twt , not proofread , div cafekitsune

[mikok1tty]

suguru wont fuck you.

suguru has his reasons, always playing the damn gentleman, but the both of you know he is holding back because...there’s no condom in sight.

classic sugu, always the cautious one, his mind wired to be careful, to plan every move, to keep things safe and under control.

he’s lecturing you, that soft, almost scolding tone slipping from his lips about how he’s not about to take risks, how he cares too much to be reckless.

but you?

you don’t give a single fuck about his noble principles right now.

your body’s screaming, burning, aching for him, for the heavy, pulsing weight of his cock buried so deep inside you it steals your breath.

you want him, all of him, right now. no excuses, no waiting for some latex barrier when your desire’s this raw.

he just looks at you, with that amused little smile curling his lips, finding your impatience downright adorable.

“you’re trouble, aren’t you?” he murmurs, teasing you with that quiet, unshakable confidence that twists your stomach into knots.

but you’re not here for his smirks or his smooth-talking restraint, you’re practically vibrating with want, thighs pressing together as you try to make him see how much you need him.

you beg, plead, throw yourself at him, anything to crack that cool exterior. and finally.

finally, he gives in, just a little, his resolve wavering under the weight of your desperation and the barely contained hunger in his own eyes.

but suguru, still won’t go all the way, he’s not that easy to break.

instead of giving you what you’re dying for, he leans in close, and lets the thick, throbbing tip of his cock brush against your clit, rubbing slow circles that send electric shocks through every nerve in your body.

it’s torture, but it still has you gasping, hips bucking to chase more of him, but he holds you down keeping you teetering on the edge.

then, he slips a finger inside you, just one at first, curling it slow and deep, stretching you just enough to make you moan but nowhere near enough to satisfy the gnawing, pulsing ache inside.

he watches you, eyes half lidded, that damn smile still tugging at his lips as he works his finger in and out, adding another when you start to whimper.

it’s not enough, not for you, and if you’re honest, not for him either.

you see it in the way his jaw clenches, the way his breath catches every time his cock accidentally slips lower, the slick head nudging just inside your entrance before he catches himself and pulls back with a low, guttural grunt that betrays how much he’s fighting himself.

each time it happens, when he slides just a little too far, you hear that sound, he’s teetering on the brink of losing all that precious control.

“fuck.” he mutters under his breath, as he forces himself to retreat, to keep rubbing against your clit instead, coating himself in your slickness while you squirm and whine for more.

you try to move, to angle your hips just right, to trick him into slipping deeper, but suguru’s too sharp, too quick. he chuckles, and pins your hips to the bed with one strong hand, his fingers still pumping inside you, while his cock teases your clit with maddening precision.

“you’re gonna kill me...” he chuckles as his own arousal gave him away in the way his dick throbs against you, leaking precum that mixes with your wetness, making every glide slicker.

[mikok1tty]

sex-addict!satoru must love making your life just a little bit harder.

you don't have anything against sex, not really. in fact, you're all for it. you enjoy it as much as the next person. especially with satoru. but him? nothing about him is average, something you should know by now.

he's never the one dealing with the aftermath, not like you. he doesn't have to limp, or ache, or find new ways to sit without wincing. no bedroom bruises for him, no hickeys.

oh, the hickeys. they drive you absolutely insane, plastered everywhere. more often than you'd like to admit, you forget to cover some of them.

it's one thing to get stared at by judgmental adults in public. what's worse? walking beside your boyfriend, who's got that infuriatingly smug grin, like he's silently broadcasting, yeah. i did that.

"it'll be so quick. five minutes, that's all." satoru whines, already trailing needy kisses down your neck.

"no," you huff, trying to bat him away as you dab another layer of concealer onto your collarbone, attempting to hide an older, still-stubborn red mark. "we're already late, 'toru." besides, it's never five minutes. five minutes won't be enough for either of you, and then it'll turn into thirty. next thing you know, you're fucked dumb still begging for more.

he grins, barely pulling back. "even better! we're already late? go big or go home!" what did that even mean?

your resolve is already crumbling. "i don't need anything new to cover up. this is already taking forever." despite what you're telling him, there's a warmth flooding your veins. satoru doesn't miss the way your thighs clench. he never does.

"fine, then. no hickeys. promise. i'll be in and out." he turns on the full force of those puppy-dog eyes, and honestly, who are you to say no to that? in your defense, you really did try to hold your ground. but… this was satoru.

you don't even finish nodding before he scoops you up, dropping you onto the bed. with one hand, he shoves aside the panties you're wearing under your skirt, and then he's bottoming out, a deep groan of pure bliss rumbling in his chest. you're embarrassingly wet, like you'd been craving this as much as he had.

satoru wants to tease you about it, but he knows he's treading a thin line. you let out a soft moan, a sound he'll never get tired of, as his cock drills into you.

two shared orgasms later, you're shaking in his arms, too spent to even check the time. your sore pussy is leaking both his cum and yours, leaving the sheets beneath you sticky.

catching a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, you squint at a new spot of blooming red, right beneath your jaw. your mouth falls agape, "satoru!"

he's half-asleep, curled into your side. "oops," he grins, as soft as it is insincere. it's clear that neither of you are going anywhere, anytime soon.

but, out of it all, the hardest thing is the fact that you need this as much as him.

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for me?

summary - Satoru Gojo really loves making you feel better on your period, massages, your favorite chocolates - but maybe it's a little selfish, since he loves fucking you during it so much.

warnings PWP, this is super filthy aha, oral (f receiving - yes I'm crazy) fingering, period sex, TW - mentions of blood, Satoru is basically obsessed with fucking you during it, feral Satoru (he's kinda yandere tbh) kissing and licking your blood off his lips etc, messy ass sex. I'm pmsing mmkay aha </3

Satoru Gojo is the perfect boyfriend, especially when it is that time of the month, and you're cramping. He makes sure he has chocolate for you, the wine you enjoy, and your favorite movie so you two can cuddle after work. But he does all this for honestly the most selfish reasons!!!

He loves fucking you on your period.

It's all lowkey his sneaky little tactics, to get you to plead so sweetly for him to fill you up, to really get rid of those cramps. But he doesn't start off so obvious, in fact you don't even realize it is his end game, not when he makes sure your tampons and pads are stocked, not when he's running you a bubble bath and playing your favorite music.

You love your blue eyed freaky ass man, who's currently massaging your tummy as you both lay on the large soft suede couch in his living room. His big warm hand is pressing soothing circles against your lower tummy, making you whine out at how good it feels.

"More, Toru, please," you ask sweetly, and look back at him, pouting so pretty, as he smiles sweetly with his plump pink lips.

"More what, sweets?" Satoru's voice is literally a purr, he is pressing the heel of his hand against your sore tummy now, you feel the warmth spread lower, biting your lower lip as he moves, hard body against your back.

"lower, please?" He hums then, pressing lower, below your belly button, making you moan, the sound causing him to just leak sticky precum against his boxers.

"There, sweetheart?" You nod eagerly, sighing at the sensation, eyes fluttering shut. Your nipples press against your top, hurting then.

"Toru, will you massage them too?" He chuckles then, reaching around to grip your breast with the other hand, the arm that is under you, wrapping you in those lanky arms.

He begins caressing your nipples, one by one, squishing your breasts in his huge hands, and it feels so perfect, how sore they are and his teasing. His lips brush your neck, dying to slip inside you, but he always makes sure to have you writhing, begging for it first, since it was just too cute to make you beg for it. Especially the first few times when you were so shy and cute about it, but he knows your period has you even more turned on, and he loves to tease you.

"You're so spoiled, aren't you," he teases, silky white locks brushing your cheek as his teeth nip into your delicate skin, dragging across the side of your neck then. "Didn't answer me, use your words."

"Y-yes, you spoil me - mnh!" You're aching for him again, grinding your ass back against him, feeling his thick heavy length.

He's smiling now, pressing his hand harder, tugging you back more so you feel him. At first a little shy and embarrassed, you can't help but want him during your period now, but the way he loses his mind is indeed just a little bit concerning. "Need something else? Don't be shy baby," he says softly, playing with your nipple as his other hand presses even lower on your tummy. "Just tell me."

You whine out and he chuckles at that. "Lower," Satoru moans at that, his fingers brushing even lower over your pelvis, the warmth feeling so fucking good.

"Why don't you go get naked on that bed for me? I'll massage you everywhere," he whispers, plump lips against your ear. You bite back a moan, nodding, and when he finds you laying right over a black towel in a few moments he chuckles again.

"You wanted this the whole time, hmm?: He tugs your thighs apart, kissing up your tummy to your pretty tits, sucking a sore nipple in his hot mouth, making you whine out.

"Toru!" He moans at that, big hand slipping low until he's rolling the pad of his thumb on your clit, wetness pours out along with blood trickling, he moans at the sight of it, his eyes so dilated they're black now.

"Wanna cum, hmm sweetheart? That what my baby needs for her to feel better?" You nod weakly, and he smirks then. "Then say please, be a good girl."

You're arching your hips up for more, while he looks down with his lidded gaze, at the blood slipping from your puffy lips, trickling and making him groan at how fucking delectable it is. 'Mnh-' you can't manage a word, instead you're leaning up, trying to kiss him as his thumb gets slicker and slicker.

"Say please, sweetheart," he urges again, pulling his fingers back as he leans up. "You can use your words, can't you?"

"Please, Toru, ngh!" You're gushing now, he slips his fingers down your slit, now his fingers are just coated in your blood, you used to freak out at it, but now you're throbbing in need for more, his plump lips a breath away, tempting you as they part, and he stares hungrily at you, nostrils flaring. "Toru, in me please!"

"Hmm, not yet baby," you're whining at his teasing but then he's got his snowy head between your thighs, breath tickling your cunt, kissing up your inner thigh. "Fuck, look how messy you are."

"What are- ah!" Satoru hasn't done that yet, he's a munch but usually during your period he just teases your clit and fucks you. When he laps up the blood and arousal from your slit with a long stripe of his tongue, your heart pounds in your chest. "You can't!? Ah!"

He grins, white teeth blinding with red dripping from his pouty lips now. "Why can't I?"

You can't think of the right answer, that it's a deliciously filthy thing and feels way too good. The sight of him with blood on his mouth simply makes you gush more, he notices it too, spreading those puffy lips and watching your clear arousal mix with the bright crimson, making a mess. Satoru laps at it again, and instead of arguing, you're tugging his face against your cunt now, crying out. It feels so fucking good, you're so sensitive and his tongue is flicking inside your gummy walls, more blood pouring now, he devours it, groaning as it coats his face.

Satoru always thinks you're sexy on your period, something about your tits so swollen, the nipples all puffy and sensitive, and your scent makes him fucking feral. Now that he's coveted in your blood and you're convulsing, fucking his face, he can't help but rut his cock into the mattress, coating himself in you and whining at how badly he wants that mess everywhere, until you're both covered in it. He sucks your clit into his mouth, looking up at you, your breasts heaving, mouth wide and drooling.

"Toru, I'm c-close!" You're not fighting it now he notices, grinning against your cunt as he looks up at you under snowy lashes, his huge hands pressing into your ribcage.

You're so close to shattering for him, an embarrassing amount of blood is all over his face as he pulls back, slipping two long fingers in your soppy, bloody cunt, while you eye his pretty face, he's leaning over you, blood dripping from his mouth and chin.

"Cum again, make me such a fucking mess," he whispers in that husky voice, his pale white skin such a stark contrast to all the mess he's got from you on his skin. Shivers go down your body then, and how can you not cum for him, the echoing squelching mixing with your moans. "That's it, such a good girl, gonna help you feel better huh? can't talk baby, that just won't do."

How could you talk, he's so filthy with it, with his long fucking fingers scissoring in and out as you make a bigger mess. When he's licking blood off his lips like some psycho, stark white teeth flashing as he grins so psychotically at you. He's chuckling as he watches you teetering on the edge, huffing, fingers pressing into his biceps, your eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering.

"Ask me the right way, sweetheart, and I'll give you anything," he says, devotion and insanity both in eyes almost black they're so dilated, feral grin on that face while you try to form a word.

"P-please, Toru please - lemme cum I - ah!" Satoru's watching you as he lets you find that release then, cramps subsiding blissfully as the orgasm rocks all over you, pure fucking ecstacy that has you drooling.

Satoru's cock hurts with how bad he wants to be inside the ruby red mess between your thighs, but he needs you begging even more. He slips his crimson coated fingers across your hips, decorating your smooth skin in it in stripes across your hip bones, just fueling his cock to leak more pre. You whine out, cunt pulsing now around nothing, biting your lower lip as your hand slip up his chest.\

"Need more, sweetheart?" You nod weakly, he takes one of your little hands then, gripping your wrist in his long fingers. "Then take more, hmm? such a good girl, there you go," he's encouraging you as you use shaky fingers to undo his pants, and soon his cock springs out, hot and heavy as it smacks your inner thigh. "Tell me what you need."

"Your cock inside me, please, ngh!" Satoru cups your face with one hand, the one somewhat not coated in blood and arousal, using the other to align his thick, mushroomed tip, the squishing and clicking loud and obscene in his room. He leans down low, blood dripping onto your plump, bitten lips, your heart pounds under your breasts then.

"Go ahead, don't be shy sweets," he teases, and you lean up, kissing the blood smeared on his lips, and when he sees it all over your mouth, he loses it, shoving his cock in and groaning, slamming his lips all over yours. You're gasping under him as he stuffs you so full, so wet from your arousal and blood it just slips in even though he's so fucking big. "Love this, don't you?"

"Y-yes," you're licking the coppery taste off your mouth as your boyfriend collectively loses it, biting your lips until they're bleeding too, while his cock fucks a mess out of you and back into you, the smacking of his skin and the soppy messy sounds echoing in your pounding ears. "Satoru!"

"That's it, you are so messy, aren't you? I make you feel better, don't I?" Satoru is huffing those words, blood splattering all up his cock and his flat, toned abdomen, while it spills down your thighs. "Answer me, baby."

"C-can't... talk..." he chuckles then, spreading your thighs even further as he pounds that thick, veiny cock, making you a mess for him, under him, your skin decorated in your own blood like pretty patterns from his artists fingers as he fucks into you. "Ah!" You're drooling, cumming all over his cock, the mess more and more, only urging Satoru further on, his whines against your ear as he grips your hair, slamming his cock so deep.

"I always take care of you, hmm? You love it, being so spoiled?" you're desperately nodding, still unable to do more than gasp and cling to him with messy fingers, nails pressing into his blood covered skin as he fucks you harder, deeper, slamming your cervix with that tip as he throbs in you. "Want me to fill you up, huh? Don't you baby?"

"Please," your weak little whisper is all he needs, cum hot and thick inside your cunt, filling you impossibly as he slows, eliciting one more orgasm with a roll of his hips and his teeth sinking into a sore nipple. Your hands entangle in his white locks, tinging them pinkish red as you cry out, and he's groaning. "Toru..."

"Fuck, you're a wreck, look at you," he's grinning, you are a fucking mess, he's got blood all over you, your trembling thighs, when he pulls out, cum mixing and tinging it pink, he squirts more and more cum out of that messy cock too, decorating your tummy with more and moaning. "God, look at you."

"Satoru..." You're taking several breaths, it looks like a whole fucking murder scene with your psycho, feral boyfriend who's spreading more of his cum and your blood all over. "Can we... shower?"

"Can I get some pictures?"

"Huh!?"

"Huh?"

Y'know I'm not even sorry LMAO not at all lmao

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kenzieluvstoji :: hood!toji x black!reader drabble (18+) ⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆˚⟡˖

hood!toji who answers “…what if it’s both baby?” in that low teasing tone that he knows drives you crazy when you ask him whether that’s a gun in his pocket or if he’s just excited to see you.

hood!toji who never turns up to your momma’s house empty handed, much to her dismay - “yknow i couldn’t come empty handed ma, s‘not right”.

if there wasn’t a fresh set of roses (or whatever your favourite flower was at the minute) in the vase on the kitchen table... then something was amiss. your whole family basically knew him as the hood’s santa claus, your younger family members texting you whole shopping lists they wanted you to ask him for.

hood!toji who always had stacks of hundred-dollar bills stashed in all corners of his house - under the mattress, bathroom sink… even asking you to hold on to some at your own crib incase he got raided. you weren’t stupid though, you always got your cut from whatever it was he did.

hood!toji who showed his love through thoughtful gifts as opposed to flowery words. “.. s’nothin’ ma, don’t fuss over it.” he’d drawl, scowl on his face as you’d excitedly thank him for getting you that necklace he saw you wistfully gaze at last week, plush lips drawing up into an adorable pout as the two of you had walked past.

you hungry, thirsty, bored? he’d rather get shot with a .22 than have to hear you sigh over an empty fridge again. the two of you were always busy, with him showing up on your doorstep whenever he missed you - which was basically all-the-time.

hood!toji who never let you go without anything, especially not your monthly maintenance. you really think he was gonna let his girl walk out with an old leave-out? girl, bye.

you were actually able to build up a social media following of your own because of how extravagant your hairstyles were; knotless boho braids down to your butt - standard. but, knotless boho braids with braided stars along the front of your scalp.. safe to say the girls were gagged.

hood!toji who rarely got high off his own supply. but when he did? you relished those late nights where the two of you shared a loosely-wrapped joint in the quiet hum of his crib, downtown from the hustle and rush of the inner city.

it was like time had slowed down and for that night, it was just the two of you who existed; lidded-eyes lazily following the trails of smoke left in the air as you lay in his arms, the soft puff of air from his lips warming the tip of your ear as you snuggled closer into his embrace.

you’d run your hands over the wide expanse of his abdomen, fingertips tracing over the hard ridges of his six-pack, thoughts languidly drifting across your skull. thoughts of your boyfriend taking you in the worst of ways. face smushed into the thin sheets, ass pushed alllll the way up and spine forced into the sluttiest arch.

hood!toji who (luckily enough for you) fucked nasty after smoking, rough palms trailing all over your body as large hands pulled you onto his lap. “don’t think i can’t see you plottin’ over there.” his hands reaching the soft fat of your ass, squeezing harshly. “…nasty fuckin’ girl” he’d mutter as you began to grind your hips down onto his growing erection, all five senses heightened and yet muted at the same time.

every brush of toji’s hands felt like electricity was flowing through your veins -and when he finally pulled your face close for a sloppy clash of tongues, all you could do was moan into his mouth. your thoughts were slooooooooooow like molasses and the only sensation you could register was toji, toji, toji-

breaking the kiss you moved down slightly, manicured hands reached to paw at the gray sweatpants that hung loosely on his hips, reaching down past his waistband to grab the one thing you’d been waiting all night to see.

“eager today huh” you’d hear him say as you swapped positions, back to the mattress as toji pulled down your sweats and underwear in one swift motion.

“let me show you how much i missed her then” the cold air hitting your now exposed cunt revealing how wet you were, thick fingers spreading apart your lips to spread even more of your own slick over your clit, dipping back down into your tight ring of muscle.

“f-f-fuckk” you groaned, lungs inhaling and exhaling to no avail. your hands clawing into his sturdy forearms as his fingers mercilessly slid in and out, jaw clenched with concentration.

and then right when you were about to come, he stopped. smirk growing on his scarred lips as you whined loudly. “aht- not jus’ yet…i wanna feel you”

hood!toji who felt like he was feeling every. single. damn. inch of you, hips messily rutting into your tight hole – and fuck-did it it feel like a vice; hands digging into your love handles as he tried and failed to ground himself. weed always made fucking so much more intense and if he didn’t pull out soon he was going to come, hard and deep. his other arm snaked over your belly, pressing down where he was drilling into you, causing both of you to groan.

“y-you feel me, ma? so fff-fuckin’ tight” you could hear the tremor in his voice, feel the way his abs were tensing along your lower abdomen. “you feel perfect baby, so gooood”

toji was sooooo close, and you weren’t too far behind. pushing your legs up in a single motion, all of a sudden he was even deeper, your high-pitched mewl intertwined with his low growl creating a new symphony of sound.

or in other words, he was putting you throooough the mattress.

“if you keep squeezing me like t-that im not gonna be able to..shitttt-pull out in time” the whole sentence was just a drawn out moan, voice creeping up in pitch as his mouth hung open in pleasure.

you don’t know whether it was the high of the indica or building orgasm but you hooked your legs around his slim waist, blinking away the beading tears from your waterline as you met his blown-out gaze.

“don’t then.”

hood!toji who you weren’t sure came before or after you, all you do know is that your orgasm hit you like an eighteen-wheeler would a bike, legs spasming as you felt warm liquid leak out and cover the expanse of your upper thighs and his lower abdomen. your limbs felt fuzzy and limp, body still as toji shallowly thrust into you, the wet phlapp of your mixed release echoing around the dim room.

“you are perfect, y’know that right?”

hood!toji who held you like you were made of glass, cold chain pressed between the heat of your two bodies as he cradled you to sleep. you could feel his lips moving against your ear, raspy voice murmuring sweet nothings as you drooled onto his chest, a hand reaching out to readjusting your bonnet that was about to slip of your forehead - he knew how tight you get over frizzy braids.

a/n : woke up missing hood!jjk and remembered I have free will so here we are

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nerd!gojo who defied the stereotype of what a nerd is supposed to be. glasses? okay, check. constantly correcting his professors mid-discussion? all the time. a shy personality? absolutely not. a timid personality and perhaps stuttering once in a while? fuck no. he was an absolute menace who had taken an interest in making your life miserable.

nerd!gojo who always had something to counter what you say in every class. every. fucking. time. without a miss. aside from being academically gifted, he was pretty damn gifted at getting on your nerves too.

nerd!gojo who didn't even have to try to be the perfect guy everyone makes him out to be. damn him and his stupid glasses.

nerd!gojo who would always point out the tiniest mistake on your test, just so he could boast his own score. a bright red 100% that made you feel mocked in ways you didn't even know was possible.

nerd!gojo who debated you in every topic, always making sure he got the last word. you could see his pretty (huh?) blue eyes through his glasses glaring at you, hardening with every rebuttal. you'd offer him an arrogant smirk in return.

nerd!gojo who you swore was nothing but a threat to your perfectly clean academic record. your record which used to only display the number one, now contains the number two as well. you clenched your fist.

nerd!gojo whom you hated the moment he stepped in your class. it was as if there was a sign on his forehead that said "do not interact". and for a while, you didn't. with the exception of bickering in between classes that the teachers were tired of you. they don't even bother to stop your bickering anymore.

you exhausted every possible way to stay out of gojo's orbit. for three years, it worked. every single arrogant smile he flashed your way was met with a look that could kill. every flirty comment he threw at your way outside of class received a sarcastic comment. you couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he could have an effect on you just like he did with everyone else.

so, as you stood in the farthest row of your university's library, caged in said man's arms, you began to rethink your life choices.

because why the hell was gojo satoru, the most infuriating guy you've ever met, your rival, and the most self-centered arrogant man, kissing you in the middle your supposed study session?

he kissed you as if this was the only thing in his mind as he debated you in class. he touched you as if he reviewed this just like any other exam. he whispered the prettiest things in your ear as if he was reciting poetry.

"do you know how long i've thought about what else your mouth is capable of other than absolutely turning me on by outsmarting me in class?"

oh well, at the end of the day, we were bound to make missteps. yours just happened to come in the form of gojo satoru. gojo whose lips were capable of doing more than just vexing you in class. gojo whose hands were not only skilled in answering math equations, but also skilled when it comes to touching the right spots just right.

damn him. you truly do hate him.

credits to @/cursed-carmine for the divider! how do we feel about this? likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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your back arches off the bed as gojo sinks deeper into you with his mouth, dragging his tongue through every inch of your soaked pussy like it’s the first meal he’s had in days.

scratch that - like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to eat, as if he’s never learned moderation, never been taught restraint. and with the way he’s whining into your cunt, messy and open mouthed, there’s no mistaking the desperation in him.

“satoru - oh my god -” you choke out, fingers tangling in his hair, but all it does is make him moan, a low, trembling sound that vibrates straight through you.

he’s devouring you like a starved animal, like he needs you just to breathe. his tongue flicks, drags, circles your clit with wet, sloppy reverence - then sucks it into his mouth with a whimper, burying his face deeper into your pussy, as if this isn't close enough for him.

“i missed this,” he gasps, breaking away only to whisper it against your inner thigh, voice wrecked and panting. his breath is hot on your skin. “missed you, missed this pussy. i - i fuckin’ dream about this everyday.”

he’s grinding against the bed now, hips stuttering: he’s getting himself off just from the taste of you.

his hands - big, rough, trembling - tighten around your thighs to hold you open as he dives back in. he tongues into you, thirsty, nose pressed right up against your clit, groaning so loud it echoes off the walls.

saying "he’s messy" is an understatement: his chin is slick with spit and arousal, mouth wet and shining, his hair sticking to his forehead from how frantically he’s moving. every lap of his tongue is erratic, greedy, like he’s lost all rhythm and is just chasing need.

“don’t run, baby,” he slurs, breathless, eyes fluttering up to meet yours - and they’re wild, feverish. “let me - fuck - lemme stay here. i’ll be so good. just - just keep me here. right here.”

you try to pull away, hips jerking from the overstimulation, but he growls, locking you down with a force that has your head spinning. “no. no, don’t you fuckin’ run. you’re not going anywhere. not till i’m done. not till i’ve had my fill.”

then, he’s sobbing into your cunt - little gasps and whines breaking from his throat as he eats you like a man possessed. every noise he makes sends another wave of heat through you, every cry is another jolt to your core. he’s grinding himself down, humping the mattress, chasing friction like he can’t help it.

your thighs start to shake - your stomach coils. but he doesn’t let up - not even when your moans grow frantic, not even when your body bucks beneath him.

“please, please, please,” he babbles, almost incoherent, lost in it. “cum for me - baby, come on, give it to me - please, i need it - need to taste you, need to drink you - please, fuck -”

you shatter on his tongue, crying out as the orgasm tears through you, but he doesn’t stop. he whines, drinks it down, tongue flicking even faster as if he’s trying to milk it from you. you try to push him away, but he’s gripping your thighs like a lifeline, grinding his cock against the mattress like he’s about to lose his mind.

and through the haze of pleasure, you hear his voice - cracked, wrecked, worshipful:

“you’re gonna kill me, baby. gonna fuckin’ ruin me like this…”

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