myluckyluv

[myluckyluv]

Hot Summer, Hotter Fuck

CW: dom!Toji, sub!Reader, age gap (consensual), rough sex, spanking, orgasm denial, slapping, dirty talk, light choking, (caught-almost),

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI.

“Finally fixed that damn pool,” Toji muttered, stepping into your room, wiping sweat from his neck with one hand and his tank top halfway off the other.

Then he stopped.

His body stilled like a predator catching sight of prey, and his green eyes darkened fast. There you were—naked, bent at the bottom drawer, towel long forgotten, your skin still dewy from the shower, ass in the air as you dug around for underwear.

You froze too when you heard him. You looked over your shoulder with faux innocence. “Didn’t think you’d come up this fast.”

Toji’s jaw clenched, eyes raking over your ass, your back, the drop of water sliding down your thigh. He tossed his shirt aside and stalked forward.

“What the fuck are you doing looking like that?” His voice was low, gravel dragging across your skin.

“Looking for clothes,” you said, biting your lip. You arched a little more. “It’s hot.”

Another step. He was behind you now, his hand large and rough as it smacked your bare ass hard enough to make you jolt.

“You brat,” he growled. “Bending over naked like that. You wanted me to catch you, huh?”

You gasped but didn’t pull away. “Maybe.”

He grabbed your hips, dragging you back into his clothed crotch. “You know I’ve been out there in the sun fixing that busted-ass pool while those damn brats kept whining’ about how hot it is.”

You laughed breathily, leaning back into him. “And now you’re up here panting over me.”

“Panting?” he scoffed. “I’m about to do more than that.”

His fingers slid down between your legs. You were soaking wet—he groaned when he felt it. “You got this wet waiting for me?”

You nodded, legs trembling slightly from anticipation.

“You need to be punished,” he muttered, and before you could respond, he pressed his cock—hard and straining in his sweats—against your bare ass. “Bet you were dripping while I was in that pool. Huh?”

You whimpered. “Toji—”

He didn’t let you finish. With one yank, he freed his cock, spit into his hand, stroked it once, and slammed into you in one brutal thrust.

Your moan was muffled by the dresser you were bent over, your fingers gripping the edges hard enough to dent the wood.

“Fucking tight,” he hissed, already pistoning his hips into you. “This pussy’s fuckin’ desperate. Bet you touched yourself in the shower too, didn’t you?”

You tried to shake your head but failed. “No—I waited—I wanted—”

He reached up, fisting your hair and pulling your head back. “Say it. Say what you wanted.”

“You,” you sobbed. “Wanted you to fuck me—wanted to cum on your cock—”

“Good girl.” He fucked you harder, skin slapping, your tits bouncing with each thrust. “I’ll give you what you want.”

Then—you both froze.

A voice from downstairs:

“Hey, Yn do you have any icecream!?”

Megumi.

Toji slapped a hand over your mouth, thrusting in slow and deep as you panicked. He leaned down, growling into your ear. “Don’t say a word.”

You nodded, eyes wide, body trembling as he kept moving inside you—slower now, deliberate.

“Dad?!” Megumi shouted again from the stairs.

Toji cleared his throat, disguising his voice with a lazy drawl. “Yeah, yeah. Just look in the deep freezer.”

“Okay!” Megumi called back.

You both stood completely still, frozen, her footsteps moving away downstairs.

Once it was quiet again, Toji removed his hand and chuckled darkly. “Damn near got caught balls-deep in my girl.”

“You didn’t stop,” you panted.

He slammed into you again. “Damn right I didn’t.”

This time he didn’t hold back. He gripped your waist and pounded into you with punishing speed, using your body like a toy.

You couldn’t even scream anymore—just gasp, sob, and let him rail you until your knees buckled.

“You close?” he asked, rubbing tight circles on your clit.

“Yes—yes please—”

He yanked his hand away. “Too bad.”

You wailed in frustration, body on fire. “Toji—!”

“You almost got us caught. Bad girls don’t get to cum that easy.”

He gripped your throat next, pulling your back to his chest, still slamming up into you. “Beg for it.”

“Please—please, Toji—I’ll be good—I’ll stay quiet—I’ll do anything—

He hissed through his teeth. “Cum.”

The second he said it, your body broke—orgasm crashing over you so hard it felt like static in your chest, your pussy clenching hard around his cock.

He followed seconds later, groaning low as he filled you up, cum spilling inside you with hot, heavy pulses.

You collapsed against the dresser, trembling, legs like jelly. He wrapped an arm around you, chest rising and falling against your back.

Still inside you, still hard, still smirking.

“You almost got me caught, brat,” he whispered.

“You didn’t stop,” you whispered back.

He pulled out slowly, admiring the way his cum dripped out of you. Then he grabbed your discarded towel and tossed it over you.

“You’ve got five minutes before she comes back up. Better clean up, or I’ll bend you over again and let her catch us.”

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It was just another late night in your apartment when you heard a knock on the door.

You weren’t expecting anyone, but when you opened it, there he was— Mystery, hoodie pulled up, silver earrings glinting, looking like a stray cat caught in the rain.

“Movie night?” he asked with a grin his hair is barely hiding his blush creeping across his cheeks.

You stepped aside to let him in, eyeing how he kicked his shoes off and plopped on the couch like he belonged there.

“You just can’t get enough of me, huh?” you teased, shutting the door behind him. He flopped onto your couch. “I really like your couch.”

You smirked, padding over to the kitchen and popping a bag in the microwave. “My couch, huh? Pretty sure last time you fell asleep drooling on it.” Mystery chuckled, leaning back with a stretch that lifted his hoodie slightly.

“Only because you picked the slowest movie in history.” You tossed him a blanket once you returned, letting it drape across both your laps. “Tonight’s different,” you purred, grabbing the remote.

“Just you, me, and a film you won’t sleep through.” The opening credits rolled, but your attention stayed on him—the way his fingers nervously picked at the fringe of the blanket, his tongue wetting his lower lip every time your thigh brushed his.

“So jumpy tonight,” you whispered, voice syrupy sweet as you leaned in. “You okay, baby?”

His breath caught at the nickname, and he nodded a little too fast. “Y-yeah. Just cold.” “Oh?” You dragged your fingers across his thigh, your nails scratching through the fabric of his jeans.

“I could help warm you up…” He stiffened under the blanket, gaze locked on the screen but clearly not seeing it. “Y-you don’t have to—” You shushed him with a finger to his lips, leaning close enough for your breath to tickle his ear.

“But I want to.” Your hand disappeared under the blanket slowly, like a secret. His hips flinched when your fingers brushed against the waistband of his pants.

“You always get this flustered around me?” you teased, curling your fingers into his waistband and slipping past it.

Mystery ’s breath stuttered, jaw clenched. He tried to stay still, like that would help him resist the way your fingers wrapped around his already hard cock. “Mmh… you’re already this hard?” you purred, pumping him slowly.

“From a movie and my thigh?” He whimpered, eyes squeezing shut, breath shaking. “Y-you were touching me…”

“Mmhmm.” Your hand worked him with a slow, lazy rhythm, just enough to drive him crazy.

“Such a sensitive boy. You love being touched, don’t you?” His hips bucked slightly under the blanket. “Y-yes…”

You grinned, tightening your grip ever so slightly. “Say it louder.” His face flushed red as he whined. “I love it… I love when you touch me.”

“That’s better,” you cooed, thumb brushing over the tip, smearing the bead of precum that leaked there. “Good boy.”

He melted into the couch, panting, trying not to thrust into your hand. His legs trembled slightly under the blanket. “Look at you,” you whispered, nibbling at the shell of his ear.

“Falling apart just from my hand.” His whines got higher, needier. “I—I can’t… it’s too good…”

“Shh, don’t cum yet,” you warned, slowing your strokes. “You’ll wait until I say so.”

He let out a desperate noise, hips jerking before he clenched the couch cushions to ground himself.

You kissed the corner of his jaw, pleased. “So obedient when you’re needy.”

He nodded fast, breathless. “Please… more…”

You rewarded him with faster strokes, but still kept it controlled, teasing. “You’re throbbing in my hand, baby. You want to cum that badly?”

“Yes,” he begged, voice cracking. “Please let me cum—please…”

“Hmm…” You pretended to think, squeezing him just enough to make his toes curl.

“I could let you finish all over my hand…”

He whimpered, desperate, teary-eyed from the tension. “Please, I’ll do anything—just let me—!”

“Then show me,” you murmured, brushing your lips over his.

“Show me how good you can be.” That was all it took. He moaned loudly into your shoulder, trembling under the blanket as he spilled into your hand, hips jerking with each wave of release.

You kissed his flushed cheek as he slumped against you, breath ragged, completely undone. “Good boy,” you whispered, stroking him gently through the aftershocks.

He whimpered softly, still twitching, so sensitive he could hardly handle your touch. You slowly withdrew your hand, licking your fingers with a satisfied hum. “You taste so sweet when you beg for it.”

Mystery groaned, hiding his face in your neck. “You’re evil…” You smirked, stroking his hair. “And you love it.”

You let him breathe, your fingers carding gently through his light purple hair as he lay boneless against your chest, still panting, skin glowing with the aftermath of release, but that twitch in his cock—already beginning to stiffen again—didn’t go unnoticed.

“Oh?” you teased, fingers ghosting down his stomach beneath the blanket. “Already hard again?”

He gave a soft, broken sound. “I… can’t help it… y-you’re still touching me…”

You straddled his lap without warning, throwing one leg over and settling down, your warm core pressing directly onto his sensitive cock through your panties.

He gasped, hands flying to your thighs for balance. “I didn’t say we were done,” you murmured, rolling your hips slowly.

“You’re still leaking for me, baby.”

His head dropped back against the couch, throat bobbing as he whimpered. “It’s too much…”

“You’ll take it,” you whispered into his ear, biting his lobe gently.

“You’ll sit there and let me use you until I’m satisfied.” Mystery’s breath hitched as you rose just enough to pull your panties to the side and guide him back inside you.

He was still so sensitive, and you were already soaked from teasing him—he slid in with almost no resistance. His mouth fell open, body trembling beneath you. “F-fuck… you feel too good…”

You hummed, settling all the way down on him, clenching around his cock to make him squirm.

“You love it when I use you, don’t you? Just my pretty little toy to ride whenever I want.”

He nodded helplessly, nails digging into your thighs as you began to bounce slowly on top of him, each roll of your hips making him cry out under his breath. “Tell me how it feels,” you demanded, picking up your pace.

“Tell me how tight and wet I feel while you’re buried inside me.”

His voice came out in a desperate whimper. “So tight… so warm… I-I can’t take it—g-gonna cum again—!” You grabbed his face, making him look into your eyes.

“You’ll cum when I say. Not a second before.” He shuddered, biting his lip hard to hold back as you rode him harder, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing beneath the blanket that still covered your bodies.

“God, you’re such a good boy like this,” you moaned, grinding your hips down, rolling your clit against his pelvis. “Letting me fuck you stupid…”

He whimpered, tears at the corners of his eyes. “Please—please let me cum—please—” You could feel him twitching deep inside you, every muscle in his thighs tightening as you chased your own high.

“You want to fill me up, pretty boy? Want to give me everything again?”

“Y-yes—yes, please, I-I need to—!”

You leaned down, lips brushing his as you whispered, “Cum for me, baby.”

That was all it took.

His back arched beneath you as he spilled into you for the second time, crying out your name like a prayer.

His whole body trembled with the force of it, his arms locking around your waist.

You didn’t stop—you kept moving through his orgasm, grinding down until your own release finally broke over you like a crashing wave.

You clenched tight around him, nails dragging down his chest as you moaned low and dirty into his ear.

Mystery was a mess under you—shaking, overstimulated, but clinging to you like he couldn’t breathe without your weight on top of him.

You cupped his flushed face, brushing your thumb under his eye. “You did so well for me, baby. Took it all like my perfect little toy.”

He nodded weakly, eyes glazed, lips parted in a dazed smile.

“Only for you…” You kissed him soft and slow, letting the tension melt into something gentler as you wrapped the blanket tighter around your bodies.

The movie was long forgotten, the only sound in the room now your steady breathing and the low hum of the credits rolling in the background.

I firmly believe Mystery is a sub

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my two favorites being shipped in the show is awesome actually

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Miromabby in a nutshell

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The door creaked open and slammed behind him. You didn’t even flinch. Baby sighed deeply, kicking off his boots and running a hand through his hair. “Babe?”

No answer.

Just the soft clink of your glass as you sipped something cold from the kitchen. “Really?”

he muttered, walking toward you.

You still didn’t look at him. Three days. Three whole days without so much as a message.

Now he wanted to walk in like nothing happened? “Missed you,” he tried, voice lower.

Sincere. Exhausted. “Yeah?” you finally said, turning to face him.

“Must’ve been nice—having all those crazy women surrounding you”

He paused, jaw tightening. “I didn’t mean to vanish.”

“You always vanish,” you snapped.

“Three days, Baby. What if something happened? What if I needed you?”

You were bratty when you were mad. Sharp-tongued, distant. And Baby knew it.

You were doing it now—refusing to let him touch you, pulling away every time he reached.

“You mad or just trying to piss me off?” he growled.

“Both,” you said sweetly. “Is it working?” His eyes narrowed. A flicker of heat stirred in them—dark, annoyed, undeniably turned on.

“You wanna talk back like that?” You lifted your glass.

“Do you wanna earn a kiss first?”

The stare-down was electric. Silent tension thick enough to cut. He stepped closer. You didn’t move. Then Baby grabbed your jaw—not rough, just firm enough to make your breath catch.

“You been acting like a spoiled little brat all day, haven’t you?” You smirked.

“Takes one to know one.” The smile he gave was anything but friendly.

“Turn around.” You raised a brow.

“Why?” His hand slid into your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back.

“Because I’m done asking.” You bit your lip but turned slowly, setting your glass down as you faced the counter.

His hands ghosted down your back, over your hips, gripping with purpose.

“You’re still mad,” he murmured, dragging your shorts down slowly. “Let’s fix that.”

You gasped when he spanked you—once, hard enough to echo. “That for ignoring me.”

Another, on the other cheek. “That’s for talking back.” You shuddered.

“Keep going.”

“Oh, I will.” He bent you forward slightly, hands splayed across your back, pressing you into the counter.

You were still wet from the bath. His hands explored, teased—rough and reverent.

“Baby…” you breathed.

“No,” he cut in, voice sharp. “You don’t get to pout for three days then moan like you’re innocent.” You whimpered.

“I was lonely.”

“Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m not,” you said, defiant. Another spank.

Then his hand slid between your thighs, finding you slick. “Liar.” You moaned. He smirked. “You were waiting for this.”

“Screw you.”

“Gladly.” He dragged his fingers through your folds, teasing and slow, before pushing into you from behind.

One rough, deep thrust that knocked the wind from your lungs.

“God,” you gasped.

“No, just me,” he growled, snapping his hips again.

His grip on your hips bruised sweet. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back as he thrust into you over and over, the sound of skin on skin filling the kitchen.

“You like being handled like this, huh?” he panted.

“Mouthy little brat, melting as soon as I touch you.” You tried to respond, but a choked moan was all you could offer.

He leaned down, biting the skin between your neck and shoulder.

“Say you missed me.” You whimpered.

“I… missed you.”

“Say it better.”

“I missed you, okay?” you begged.

“Please, just—don’t stop.” Baby chuckled against your skin.

“Didn’t plan on it.” He angled deeper, hand sneaking under you to rub your clit, fast and rough. Your body jerked, thighs shaking.

“Beg,” he demanded.

“Please, Baby—please let me come—I’ve been so mad—I just—” He groaned, hips stuttering, voice low and dark.

“That’s more like it.” When you came, you collapsed against the counter, breathless, shaking. Baby was no near down with you.

“Still mad,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement. “That post-rage glow looks good on you.”

You scoffed weakly, head turned against the countertop. “Maybe you just knocked the breath out of me.”

“Oh?” His palm slid slowly over your stomach.

“That supposed to be a complaint?”

“No,” you whispered. “Not really.” Baby leaned closer, his chest flush with your back.

“Three days without me and you still act like you didn’t miss me.” You didn’t respond. That was enough of an answer for him.

“You’re not done,” he said, voice low, dangerously soft. Your brows rose, breath still shaky.

“You’re gonna suck me off until cum.” You blinked, heartbeat skipping.

His tone didn’t ask—it promised. But your pride refused to fold easily.

“What if I say no?” Baby chuckled and stepped in close, thumb tilting your chin up.

“Then I’ll just remind you how much you love making up for being a brat.”

His hand slid behind your neck, fingers toying lazily with your damp hair. You felt your knees buckle just a little—just enough for him to notice.

“Thought so.”

“I love you,” you murmured, slowing rubbing your hand around his cock, surprising even yourself.

His expression softened—for a second. “Say it again.”

You kissed the tip of his cock. “I love you, Baby.”

“And?”

“And I’ll be good now.” His grin deepened. “Liar.”

You grinned right back. “You love that about me.”

Without another word, he thrusted his cock in your month , making you gag around his length.

His hands grip onto a large chunk of your hair, gripping onto it making you take him deeper. “Good girl,” he whispered, using his other hand to smack your tits.

“Look at you showing me how sorry you really are.”

Baby comes in your mouth, pulling your hair away letting you finally breathe.

Silence settled.

“Still mad?” he asked, again , breath warm. You let out a shaky laugh.

“Maybe a little.” He kissed your shoulder.

“Guess we have to try again later tonight .”

[myluckyluv]

The roar of the crowd was still fading as the dressing room door slammed shut behind you.

You didn’t look at him. Not right away, at least. You were toweling the sweat off your neck, muscles tense, eyes fixed on the mirror like you weren’t acutely aware of the person behind you.

Romance.

He was still radiating that annoying post-performance glow. Shirt clinging to his chest, hair sticking to his forehead, grin already in place like he had you right where he wanted you.

“You glared at me the whole encore,” he said, voice smug. “Stage lights really caught that pout.” You didn’t answer.

You reached for your water bottle instead. Romance came up behind you slowly, not touching—but close enough for the air between you to heat.

“You mad I took your note during the bridge?” Your jaw flexed. “Or is it because I pulled your mic back and whispered your line like I owned you in front of twenty thousand people?”

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered. He chuckled.

“But you still came backstage with me instead of joining the others.”

“Maybe I wanted to change alone.” Romance leaned in, breath grazing your ear.

“You’re never alone with me in the room.” You rolled your eyes.

“You’ve been teasing me since soundcheck.”

“You like it.” He pressed closer, now fully behind you, his hands bracing either side of the vanity mirror.

You were caged, but not trapped. “You looked good out there,” he murmured, lips just brushing your neck.

“Voice. Body. Attitude.”

“You looked smug.” He smiled against your skin.

“You like that too.”

“You need to cool off,” you muttered, trying to twist away. He caught your wrist, spun you around, and pressed you gently into the mirror.

“Say you didn’t like the way I looked at you on stage,” he challenged. You hesitated—too long. Romance leaned in, voice dropping.

“You like when I get possessive. When I don’t let the fans have you.” You swallowed hard.

“They think we hate each other.” His eyes softened just a little.

“They don’t know how pretty you sound when you moan.” Your knees buckled slightly at that—he caught you, steady hands curling around your waist.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered. “Right now. I will.” You didn’t. You couldn’t.

He leaned down, brushing his lips over yours—once, then twice. Soft. Testing. Then he kissed you like he meant it. Deep, slow, possessive.

The kind of kiss that said mine without needing the word.

Your hands fisted in the hem of his shirt.

“Romance …”

“You’re so tense after shows,” he teased. “All that stage energy and nowhere to put it.”

“Because of you,” you whispered, panting.

“Always because of you.” He smiled.

“Then let me handle it.” His hands traced down your sides, warm and slow, grazing over muscle and sweat. His lips trailed down your neck, sucking lightly, leaving promises in every inch of skin.

“You love pretending to hate me in front of everyone,” he muttered. “But you never say no when we’re alone.”

“I don’t want to give you the satisfaction.” “You already have,” he breathed, biting just under your jaw. You gasped, and that was it—your surrender. He pushed you back into the couch, straddling your lap now, eyes locked with yours. “You gonna let me take care of you tonight?” he asked. “Yeah,” you breathed. “Yeah, Romance.” He smiled, finally gentle. “Good boy.”

I firmly believe that romance is either gay or bi

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“You’re still acting like you don’t want this,” Jinu drawled, voice low and dripping with smugness as he stepped into your space.

You glared at him, arms crossed, lips tight. “Maybe because I don’t.” His smirk grew. “Liar.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back gently but firmly. Your breath caught — not in fear, but in the stupid, electric thrill that always came with him.

“You’re so bratty,” he whispered against your cheek. “Bet you get off on pretending you’ve got control.”

You opened your mouth to snark back, but it came out as a gasp when his hand slid down your waist and palmed between your legs — confident, deliberate. “Already wet,” he murmured. “Didn’t take much, did it?”

“F-Fuck you.” “Oh, you will,” he said with a grin, dragging you toward the wall.

Your back hit it hard. His hips pressed into yours. You squirmed, still clinging to the last scraps of dignity as his mouth devoured your neck, hands roaming, teasing, slapping your thigh. “Beg,” he ordered, biting at your collarbone. “Come on, brat. You’ve got such a smart mouth — use it.”

You refused. So he grabbed your throat — not tight, just enough to still you — and rolled his hips. “I said beg.” “I don’t beg,” you hissed as your body bucked toward him.

His palm cracked across your ass, then again between your legs. You gasped. “Try again.”

“Please,” you spat, “just shut up and fuck me.” He groaned at that. Spun you around. Yanked your pants down just enough. No more patience. “Spread your legs. You wanna act like a brat, I’ll fuck you like one.”

The first thrust was rough. Deep. You bit down a cry as he pulled your hair, hips snapping against your ass with perfect rhythm. “This what you needed?” he grunted. “Getting used like this?” You whimpered — not a yes, not a no. Just desperate.

“Say it,” he growled, slapping your clit hard enough to make you twitch. “Say you love it.” You choked, nails clawing the wall. “I… love it.” “Good girl.” He kept going. Harsher. Filthier. Until you were trembling, begging, undone. And still, he didn’t let you come.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “Not until you beg like you mean it.” “Fuck!,” you cried.

“I’m gon—oh my god!, fuck—I’m gonna to kill you—”

“Sure you are.”

And when he gave it to you — fast, hard, merciless — your legs nearly gave out. You came with a sob, clenching around him, wrecked. Owned.

Jinu chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he slowed. “You call that resistance?” You were still gasping. “You’re—such an asshole.” “Yeah,” he said, cocky grin spreading again. “But you love that too.”

This movie just came out but I NEED jinu in me like now

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“You’re still acting like you don’t want this,” Jinu drawled, voice low and dripping with smugness as he stepped into your space.

You glared at him, arms crossed, lips tight. “Maybe because I don’t.” His smirk grew. “Liar.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back gently but firmly. Your breath caught — not in fear, but in the stupid, electric thrill that always came with him.

“You’re so bratty,” he whispered against your cheek. “Bet you get off on pretending you’ve got control.”

You opened your mouth to snark back, but it came out as a gasp when his hand slid down your waist and palmed between your legs — confident, deliberate. “Already wet,” he murmured. “Didn’t take much, did it?”

“F-Fuck you.” “Oh, you will,” he said with a grin, dragging you toward the wall.

Your back hit it hard. His hips pressed into yours. You squirmed, still clinging to the last scraps of dignity as his mouth devoured your neck, hands roaming, teasing, slapping your thigh. “Beg,” he ordered, biting at your collarbone. “Come on, brat. You’ve got such a smart mouth — use it.”

You refused. So he grabbed your throat — not tight, just enough to still you — and rolled his hips. “I said beg.” “I don’t beg,” you hissed as your body bucked toward him.

His palm cracked across your ass, then again between your legs. You gasped. “Try again.”

“Please,” you spat, “just shut up and fuck me.” He groaned at that. Spun you around. Yanked your pants down just enough. No more patience. “Spread your legs. You wanna act like a brat, I’ll fuck you like one.”

The first thrust was rough. Deep. You bit down a cry as he pulled your hair, hips snapping against your ass with perfect rhythm. “This what you needed?” he grunted. “Getting used like this?” You whimpered — not a yes, not a no. Just desperate.

“Say it,” he growled, slapping your clit hard enough to make you twitch. “Say you love it.” You choked, nails clawing the wall. “I… love it.” “Good girl.” He kept going. Harsher. Filthier. Until you were trembling, begging, undone. And still, he didn’t let you come.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “Not until you beg like you mean it.” “Fuck!,” you cried.

“I’m gon—oh my god!, fuck—I’m gonna to kill you—”

“Sure you are.”

And when he gave it to you — fast, hard, merciless — your legs nearly gave out. You came with a sob, clenching around him, wrecked. Owned.

Jinu chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he slowed. “You call that resistance?” You were still gasping. “You’re—such an asshole.” “Yeah,” he said, cocky grin spreading again. “But you love that too.”

This movie just came out but I NEED jinu in me like now

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Pink Looks Better Ruined

CW: degrading kink, spanking , overstimulation ,clothes ripping ,dom yuji

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI.

The clock on your phone blinked past midnight. Again.

You sat perched on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, wearing nothing but a sheer pink lingerie set that clung to your curves like it was stitched on just for him. It matched his hair. On purpose. It was loud, attention-seeking, and utterly sinful.

And he hadn’t seen it. Yet.

Yuji had been gone all week on missions, barely texting more than “I’m okay” and “Sorry, baby.” You knew his work was important, but that didn’t stop the frustration bubbling beneath your skin.

You’d waited long enough. Tonight, he’d come home to you. And you weren’t playing nice.

The moment you heard the front door creak open, you shifted, posing sweetly with your hands in your lap—just enough cleavage peeking through the thin fabric to make your point.

“Baby?” Yuji’s tired voice called out as he kicked his shoes off.

“In here,” you purred, letting your voice drop to a slow, teasing lilt.

He entered the bedroom, sweaty from travel, shirt riding up slightly as he tugged it off—and froze the second he saw you.

His eyes widened. His throat bobbed.

You didn’t say a word. You just looked at him, posed perfectly on the bed in your skimpy, sheer pink lingerie—legs crossed, smirking, your fingers resting on your inner thigh, one strap casually slipping off your shoulder.

He stepped closer. “Damn, baby… you’ve been waiting for me like this?”

Still silent. You blinked once, then looked away with a huff.

Yuji frowned. “What, no smartass comment tonight?”

You crossed your arms beneath your chest, putting the cleavage on full display just to punish him. “You didn’t even notice.”

“Notice what?”

You scoffed. “The lingerie. Pink. For you. Your hair, dumbass.”

His eyes flicked down, then widened slightly. “Oh. Shit. I—”

“Don’t ‘oh shit’ me,” you said, turning your face away. “I’ve been waiting in this for hours. And you just waltz in like—”

Riiip.

“Yuji—what the fuck?!”

“I’m sorry—! It’s hot—it’s sexy—and I’m losing my mind—”

“You didn’t even appreciate it before you destroyed it!”

His hands gripped your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed.

“Fine,” he growled. “You want me to appreciate it? I’ll show you how much I fucking appreciate you.”

You gasped as he shoved you back, pinning you down, one hand sliding up your thigh, the other gripping your wrist tight above your head. “You bratty little tease,” he hissed. “You really thought you could dress like this, ignore me, and not get wrecked?”

“Maybe I just wanted to see how long it’d take before you begged,” you purred.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”

In one swift motion, he dragged your panties down and tossed them aside, gripping your jaw as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “You’ve been walking around the house like this? Waiting for me like a needy little bitch?”

You moaned just at his voice, breath catching as he pressed you into the bed.

“You want me to beg?” he whispered darkly. “You’ll be the one fucking begging.”

Then his fingers were on your clit, rubbing tight, ruthless circles that made your thighs quake.

“Yuji—fuck—!”

“That’s right,” he hissed, fingers moving faster. “Moan for me. Say what you want, princess.”

“Please,” you gasped. “Need you—want you to fuck me—please, I’ll be good—”

He smirked, yanking you down to the edge of the bed and manhandling you onto your hands and knees. “Good girls don’t tease their boyfriends like that.”

His hand came down on your ass in a sharp smack that made you cry out. Another landed right on your clit, and your legs nearly buckled.

You were panting now, clenching around nothing, body desperate and soaked. “Please, daddy, please—just fuck me already—”

Yuji groaned, pulling his boxers down just enough to free himself before slamming into you with one rough, deep thrust that had you screaming into the sheets.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, snapping his hips against yours with punishing force. “So fucking wet and all for me.”

His grip on your hips bruised, his cock hitting deep and hard, and your brain was gone. All you could do was whimper and beg between moans.

He wrapped a hand in your hair, yanking your head back to whisper, “You’re mine, you hear me? This pussy’s mine.”

You cried out again as his pace quickened, skin slapping, his other hand moving to rub your clit ruthlessly until your entire body convulsed.

You came with a sob, legs trembling, voice cracked from how loud you’d been. And still—he didn’t stop.

“Too much—Yuji—please, I can’t—”

“Oh, you can,” he panted. “You’re gonna cum again. And again. Until you learn your fucking lesson.”

He flipped you over, spread your legs wide, and drove back in, fucking you through your high with gritted teeth and hungry eyes. “You’re gonna cream on my cock one more time, slut. Be a good girl and take it.”

You were nearly sobbing when the next orgasm tore through you, back arching, body twitching beneath him. That pushed him over the edge—he let out a deep moan, spilling into you as your name broke on his lips.

He collapsed over you, both of you panting, sweaty, wrecked.

Then—softness.

Yuji kissed your cheek. “Baby… you okay?”

You nodded slowly, trembling in his arms. “Just… holy fuck.”

He chuckled, pressing lazy kisses down your neck. “You brat. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

“You ripped my favorite set.”

“I’ll buy you ten more.”

You sighed. “They better all be pink.”

He groaned. “You’re gonna kill me.”

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Breed You Before I Feed You

CW:degradation, overstimulation, praise kink, daddy kink, and free use dynamic

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI.

Toji wakes to an empty bed, the warmth of your body absent under his arm, and the faint sound of sizzling drifting down the hallway. His brows furrow. The clock reads 6.

He stretches lazily, scratches his stomach, and swings his legs off the side. There’s a noticeable twitch in his boxers when he stands—he’d been dreaming of your moans. You, pinned down. You, begging. You, messy and used.

He pads down the hallway barefoot, scent of breakfast guiding him like a scent trail. But the moment he rounds the corner and sees you—hips swaying in those tight panties, tank top barely covering your tits—his cock stirs for real.

You’re humming, back to him. He watches, leans against the doorframe. You flip pancakes with a sleepy rhythm, unaware of the hungry way his eyes devour every curve.

“This what you wear when you sneak outta bed?” His voice is gravel and smoke, thick with desire. Wrapping his arms around your waist.

You jolt, spatula slipping. “Toji—! You scared me.” Placing a quick kiss on the corner of his lips

“No bra,” he mutters, “Tiny fuckin’ panties. You beg me to fuck you sore every night, and then parade this ass around like you want it again first thing?”

You giggle, slowly wiggling your ass against Toji hard cock.

Toji grabs your hips from behind, grinding against your ass. You feel the hard weight of him already, hot and pressing. “What’s this, huh?” he growls. “You needy already?”

“I was just making you breakfast…”

“Bullshit. You knew what this would do to me. You want daddy to use you, don’t you? Want him to ruin his little housewife before he even eats?”

He grabs your tank top and yanks it up, exposing your breasts. The cold air hits your nipples—and then his mouth does.

He kisses your tender breasts. Sloppy. Tongue invading like he owns it—which he does. His cock presses against your stomach, heavy and twitching.

“Turn around,” he mutters into your mouth. “Hands on the counter. Let daddy take what’s his.”

Your legs tremble as you obey. He rips your panties down and doesn’t bother pulling his sweats off—just yanks them low enough to free his cock.

The first thrust is brutal. He doesn’t wait. You gasp—chest jolting over the stove—as he drives into you with a grunt.

“Fuck, this cunt’s already wet for me. You like being used in the kitchen, huh? Like a fuckin’ toy.”

“Toji—” You moan, breathless, trying to brace yourself.

“No,” he growls. “Daddy.” He pulls out and slaps your pussy with the fat head of his cock. “Say it.”

“D-Daddy,” you whimper, face flushed, back arching.

“That’s my good little bitch,” he hisses, slamming back in. “Lemme ruin this pussy before you burn the fuckin’ pancakes.”

His pace is relentless. You’re gasping, crying out, drooling against the counter as he fucks you like he owns every inch. “Makin’ all these fuckin’ noises just for my cock? Yeah, I know this pussy was made to take me.”

One hand slides up to your mouth—shoving two fingers in. “Suck. Keep that mouth full so you don’t whine.”

He pulls them out wet and smears the spit across your ass before spanking you hard. You yelp. “Such a pretty little mess. Bet you’d let me fuck you in front of anyone, huh?”

You can’t even speak. He’s too deep. Too thick. His cock drags along every sweet spot until your knees shake. “Please, Daddy—feels too good—gonna—”

“No,” he bites. “Not yet. Gonna make you take more. Daddy ain’t done.”

You cry out as he shifts one leg up onto the counter, fucking you deeper. “That’s it. Let ‘em hear you, baby. Let the neighbors know who owns this sloppy little cunt.”

You’re babbling, whimpering, wrecked. “Can’t—can’t take it—”

“Yes, you can.” He slows just enough to tease, grinding. “You’ll take everything I give you. Be a good girl and let Daddy fill you up.”

He slams in once. Twice. Then shoves so deep you swear you feel him in your throat. His cock pulses inside you as he finishes with a guttural moan. “Fuck—yeah. Take all that, baby. Stuffed full while you cook. Just how I like it.”

You’re shaking. Legs soaked, cunt fluttering. And he’s still hard.

“You think we’re done?” he breathes against your ear, cock still buried deep. “Mm-mm. You’re gonna clean this mess up in the shower—on your knees. And when I’m ready, I’ll bend you over the wall and fuck you again. You don’t get to come ‘til I say.”

And when you turn to protest—lips swollen, mascara smudged, thighs slick with his cum—he just grins, slaps your ass, and says:

“Better wash up quick, baby. Daddy’s not done makin’ a mess of you.”

I NEED HIM IN ME SO BAD

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His Cunt, His Rules

CW: Rough sex,Free use dynamic (consensual),Daddy kink,Degradation kink,Praise kink & Spanking kink

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI.

The door shuts harder than usual. His keys clatter. His tie is halfway undone. Nanami Kento is done with the world.

All day, he thought of you—how warm you’d feel under his hands, how soft you’d be in his lap, how good you’d sound moaning his name.

But what he hears instead? Moaning. Already.

He rounds the corner and stops dead.

There you are. On the couch. Hand between your thighs, tank top rolled up, playing with your pussy like you didn’t belong to someone.

His eye twitches. His cock twitches harder.

“You touching yourself without me, sweetheart?” The tone is calm, but deadly.

You gasp and jolt up. “Kento—! I didn’t think you’d be home yet—”

“Clearly.” He drops his bag, loosens his tie the rest of the way, and strides over with that focused fury that makes your legs tremble.

“You forget the rules?” he asks, kneeling between your thighs. “Or were you just hoping to get caught like a filthy little slut?”

He grabs your wrist and pulls your fingers out of yourself. Soaked. “Disgusting,” he mutters, but the way his pupils dilate says he loves it.

He sucks your fingers clean—eyes locked on you—then slaps your inner thigh.

“Turn over,” he says, voice like gravel. “Elbows on the couch.”

You obey, heart pounding, and before you can fully settle, his palm crashes down against your ass—loud and stinging.

“This ass bounces when you touch yourself too, huh?” he sneers, smacking it again. “You like being a disobedient little whore?”

“N-no, Daddy—I was just—”

“Just being a dumb little brat who needs to be reminded who owns this cunt.” Smack. Smack. The strikes fall in rhythm, leaving you breathless, teary, and aching.

“Count,” he growls.

“One—t-two—three—” you gasp through gritted teeth, voice breaking by the eighth slap.

He soothes the sting with a rough hand, gripping your reddened cheeks. “You dripping for me now, sweetheart?”

He slides his fingers between your thighs. “So fucking wet. Didn’t even need me, huh? Just a needy little toy with no self-control.”

Then he’s between your legs—licking, sucking, devouring like it’s his personal mission to break you open.

You moan so loud it echoes off the walls, body quivering with every flick of his tongue. And just when your orgasm builds—

He pulls away.

“No.” He spits on your cunt and slaps it. “You come when I let you.”

You sob into the couch cushion, desperate, ruined.

Nanami rises to his feet, unzipping slowly, deliberately. “You want Daddy’s cock that bad? Ask for it like the pathetic little cumdump you are.”

“Please, Daddy—want you to fuck me, use me—make me yours—”

“Already am yours,” he mutters darkly, slamming into you in one brutal thrust. “This sloppy little hole was made for me.”

The rhythm is merciless. His grip bruises your hips. Your thighs slap back against him with every stroke. His belt still hangs from his pants—swinging as he ruins you.

“You think anyone else could fuck you like this?” Smack. Another slap to your ass. “No one gets this pussy but me.”

“Only you, Daddy—please, please—” you cry, overwhelmed, overstimulated, ruined.

“That’s it. Take it. Let Daddy fill this cunt the way you need. Fuckin’ bred like my dumb little housewife.”

Your orgasm hits so hard you scream, legs trembling, body convulsing. And he doesn’t stop. “One more,” he grits. “You’re not done. You’ll come for me again.”

He fucks you through the overstimulation, your body twitching, your mind melting, until the second orgasm breaks you down completely.

He groans as he finally spills inside you, burying himself deep, thick cum filling you to the brim. “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s fuckin’ mine.”

And as you pant, sweat-soaked and ruined, he leans over, whispers into your ear:

“Next time, you even think about touching yourself without me—I’m tying you up and spanking you until you cry.”

[myluckyluv]

Ooh I saw you were accepting requests so I was wondering if you could write the reader surprising Yuji with a new set of lingerie that matches his hair

Oh girl you on to sum

[myluckyluv]

PLS REQUEST STUFF YALL. I’m finally active again 😩

Im posting 2 times a day or more

[myluckyluv]

Tide Me Down

CW: semi-public sex , Friends to lovers dynamic, overstimulation & Creampie (implied)

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI.

He invites you to the coast for a weekend “off,” saying you deserve a break. No business. No curses. Just the two of you. Sun. Salt. And Geto in a button-down that he never actually buttons.

You’re already soaked before you hit the water.

He teases you relentlessly. Tells you your swimsuit’s too tight, your thighs are “distracting,” that you look better flushed and sweaty. You try to laugh it off — but when he pins you to the towel under the shade of a leaning palm, laughter turns into gasps real fast.

“You gonna keep pretending you don’t want this?” he murmurs, mouth against your ear, fingers already sliding down your stomach. “Or are you finally ready to let me ruin you?”

You’ve been best friends for years. But the moment his mouth is between your legs — slow, hot, possessive — it’s over. All those stolen glances, all the late nights spent too close, the jealousy you buried when he flirted with others — it explodes under his hands.

He fucks you right there in the sand. Rough, slow, filthy. Like he’s waited forever to claim you — and now that he has you, he’s never letting go.

As your legs tremble and his breath ghosts over your shoulder, he presses a kiss to your jaw and says with that smug smile:

“About time, huh?”

Your back arched as Geto thrust into you again, slow and deep, his fingers digging into your hips with controlled force. The way he filled you—like he owned you, like he’d waited too long to be gentle—made your eyes roll back, moans tumbling out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled into your neck, breath hot against your ear. “Look at you—squirming, dripping, begging. You were made for me.”

Your legs trembled, buried in the towel and soft sand, your nails raking down his back as he fucked you harder. You didn’t even care how loud you were anymore. The ocean couldn’t drown out the sounds coming from your mouth: choked moans, soft cries, and desperate pleas.

“Please—Geto—don’t stop, please—” you gasped, your body clenching around him with every brutal stroke. You were dizzy from the sun, from him, from the heat pooling deep in your stomach.

He chuckled low in your ear, slowing down just to watch you fall apart. “Say it again,” he whispered, thrusting in halfway and holding there, making you writhe. “Beg like you mean it.”

“Please,” you whimpered, voice cracking. “I need it—I need you to fuck me, please, I’m so close—”

“God, you sound so pretty when you beg,” he said, gripping your jaw to make you look at him. “You think I’m gonna stop now, sweetheart? Nah. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you forget your own name.”

His hips snapped forward again, each thrust rougher than the last, his pace brutal and unrelenting. Every time he hit that perfect spot, you cried out louder, shaking under him, your body barely holding on.

Tears slipped down the corners of your eyes from the sheer intensity. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

“Then cum,” he commanded, his voice dark and possessive. “Cum on my cock, baby. Show me how much you wanted this.”

Your orgasm ripped through you like a wave, full-body, overwhelming. You screamed his name as your walls fluttered around him, and he groaned, burying himself deep one last time as he followed—his release hot, his grip fierce, his mouth against your shoulder, claiming every inch of you.

You lay there, limp and boneless, body still pulsing with the aftershocks of everything he just gave you. The towel was half kicked off, your thighs sticky, skin flushed and kissed raw by both sun and Geto. Every part of you ached — in the best possible way.

He collapsed beside you, one arm flung across your waist, the other propping his head up as he stared at you with that insufferable smirk.

“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging a lazy finger across your inner thigh. “Completely fucked out. You really let me do that to you on a beach, huh?”

You groaned and rolled your face into your arm. “Don’t remind me.”

“Oh no, baby. I’m never letting you forget this,” he teased, leaning in to press a kiss just below your ear. “I’m going to bring it up every time you act like you’re in charge of anything.”

You huffed, trying to swat at him weakly, but he just caught your wrist and laced his fingers with yours.

“Besides,” he added, nuzzling against your neck with a grin you could feel, “you should rest up. The sun’s still out, and I haven’t even tasted that pretty mouth of yours yet.”

Your breath hitched.

“And once we rinse off,” he continued, voice dipping lower, “you’re riding me in the surf. No complaints.”

“Geto—!”

He grinned. “What? We’re making memories, sweetheart.”

You didn’t respond — mostly because he was already sliding his hand lower again.

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Tide Me Down

CW: semi-public sex , Friends to lovers dynamic, overstimulation & Creampie (implied)

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI.

He invites you to the coast for a weekend “off,” saying you deserve a break. No business. No curses. Just the two of you. Sun. Salt. And Geto in a button-down that he never actually buttons.

You’re already soaked before you hit the water.

He teases you relentlessly. Tells you your swimsuit’s too tight, your thighs are “distracting,” that you look better flushed and sweaty. You try to laugh it off — but when he pins you to the towel under the shade of a leaning palm, laughter turns into gasps real fast.

“You gonna keep pretending you don’t want this?” he murmurs, mouth against your ear, fingers already sliding down your stomach. “Or are you finally ready to let me ruin you?”

You’ve been best friends for years. But the moment his mouth is between your legs — slow, hot, possessive — it’s over. All those stolen glances, all the late nights spent too close, the jealousy you buried when he flirted with others — it explodes under his hands.

He fucks you right there in the sand. Rough, slow, filthy. Like he’s waited forever to claim you — and now that he has you, he’s never letting go.

As your legs tremble and his breath ghosts over your shoulder, he presses a kiss to your jaw and says with that smug smile:

“About time, huh?”

Your back arched as Geto thrust into you again, slow and deep, his fingers digging into your hips with controlled force. The way he filled you—like he owned you, like he’d waited too long to be gentle—made your eyes roll back, moans tumbling out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled into your neck, breath hot against your ear. “Look at you—squirming, dripping, begging. You were made for me.”

Your legs trembled, buried in the towel and soft sand, your nails raking down his back as he fucked you harder. You didn’t even care how loud you were anymore. The ocean couldn’t drown out the sounds coming from your mouth: choked moans, soft cries, and desperate pleas.

“Please—Geto—don’t stop, please—” you gasped, your body clenching around him with every brutal stroke. You were dizzy from the sun, from him, from the heat pooling deep in your stomach.

He chuckled low in your ear, slowing down just to watch you fall apart. “Say it again,” he whispered, thrusting in halfway and holding there, making you writhe. “Beg like you mean it.”

“Please,” you whimpered, voice cracking. “I need it—I need you to fuck me, please, I’m so close—”

“God, you sound so pretty when you beg,” he said, gripping your jaw to make you look at him. “You think I’m gonna stop now, sweetheart? Nah. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you forget your own name.”

His hips snapped forward again, each thrust rougher than the last, his pace brutal and unrelenting. Every time he hit that perfect spot, you cried out louder, shaking under him, your body barely holding on.

Tears slipped down the corners of your eyes from the sheer intensity. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

“Then cum,” he commanded, his voice dark and possessive. “Cum on my cock, baby. Show me how much you wanted this.”

Your orgasm ripped through you like a wave, full-body, overwhelming. You screamed his name as your walls fluttered around him, and he groaned, burying himself deep one last time as he followed—his release hot, his grip fierce, his mouth against your shoulder, claiming every inch of you.

You lay there, limp and boneless, body still pulsing with the aftershocks of everything he just gave you. The towel was half kicked off, your thighs sticky, skin flushed and kissed raw by both sun and Geto. Every part of you ached — in the best possible way.

He collapsed beside you, one arm flung across your waist, the other propping his head up as he stared at you with that insufferable smirk.

“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging a lazy finger across your inner thigh. “Completely fucked out. You really let me do that to you on a beach, huh?”

You groaned and rolled your face into your arm. “Don’t remind me.”

“Oh no, baby. I’m never letting you forget this,” he teased, leaning in to press a kiss just below your ear. “I’m going to bring it up every time you act like you’re in charge of anything.”

You huffed, trying to swat at him weakly, but he just caught your wrist and laced his fingers with yours.

“Besides,” he added, nuzzling against your neck with a grin you could feel, “you should rest up. The sun’s still out, and I haven’t even tasted that pretty mouth of yours yet.”

Your breath hitched.

“And once we rinse off,” he continued, voice dipping lower, “you’re riding me in the surf. No complaints.”

“Geto—!”

He grinned. “What? We’re making memories, sweetheart.”

You didn’t respond — mostly because he was already sliding his hand lower again.

[myluckyluv]

Lessons in Submission

Rough sex, Humiliation / Degradation kink, Impact play, Obedience kink

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI.

This all started because you made a slight mistake while cleaning Sukuna’s chambers.

You’d barely grazed a strange relic on his table, but the moment it tipped and knocked over his obsidian dagger, embedding it in the floor, you knew something was about to change. Your breath hitched, and your entire body tensed. The silence afterward was suffocating—until his voice cut through it like a blade.

“Well, well…” Sukuna’s voice was a low rumble from across the room. “You really are as useless as you look.”

You turned, heart pounding, only to find him watching you with those red, predatory eyes. He wasn’t angry. Not exactly. But the gleam in his gaze promised something far worse—something deliberate.

“I—I apologize, my Lord. I’ll fix it—” you started.

He was on you in seconds.

One hand wrapped around your neck—not enough to cut off air, but just enough to force your attention upward. “You don’t fix a mistake like that with words,” he hissed, his lips just inches from your own. “You fix it with obedience.”

You barely managed to nod before he shoved you backward, hard enough to send you stumbling into the table you’d just been cleaning. He grabbed your hips and bent you forward with no effort, pressing your chest to the cool surface. You gasped, your palms braced on the polished wood.

“Look at this pathetic little body,” he muttered behind you, dragging his nails down the back of your thighs. “You’re lucky you’re even allowed in my chambers.”

His hand came down sharply on your ass. You yelped. He laughed.

“Can’t even take a slap without making noise? Pathetic,” Sukuna sneered. He struck you again—harder this time—and you bit your lip, desperate not to cry out. But you couldn’t deny the way your thighs rubbed together, heat pooling deep in your core.

“I bet you’re soaked already,” he growled. “Getting off on being treated like a toy.”

You didn’t dare respond—not with the way he was breathing down your neck now, one hand gripping your hip while the other slid between your thighs. He didn’t have to touch you directly; the way he palmed you through the fabric was enough to make your legs shake.

“Disgusting,” he whispered, but his voice was thick with lust. “You’re dripping. All because your little brain thinks you deserve to be punished.”

His fingers curled around the waistband of your clothes, yanking them down with no care for your modesty. You whimpered at the sudden exposure, but he only grinned, pushing your knees apart wider.

“You don’t get to hide,” he growled. “Not from me.”

Sukuna didn’t waste time. He pressed against you, rough, hot, and commanding, grinding with slow cruelty. Every motion, every sound was intentional—meant to humiliate, to tease, to remind you of your place. Of who you belonged to.

“You’ll take everything I give you,” he said, voice cold and low in your ear. “And you’ll thank me for it.”

You cried out as he rutted against you harder, gripping the table like it could ground you. His hand snaked around to your throat again, pulling you up so your back arched into him, exposed, vulnerable, and completely his.

“I want to hear it,” he said darkly. “Beg. Or I stop.”

Your voice trembled, but you obeyed. “Please, Sukuna… don’t stop,” you whispered, the words barely audible past the pressure of his hand at your throat. “I’ll be good… I’ll take it—everything. Just… don’t stop.”

He laughed darkly, low and cruel in your ear. “That’s more like it,” he growled, forcing your upper body back down against the table. “You beg like someone who knows their place.” His grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your skin, sure to leave bruises by morning. You had no idea whether it was fear or desire flooding your veins—but it didn’t matter. They blurred together when it came to him.

The next thrust was harder—punishing. Deliberate. Designed to make you cry out, which you did, a broken sound muffled by your arm as you bit down, trying to hold it in. He didn’t like that. “Don’t you dare hide those noises from me,” he hissed, dragging your arm away and pinning it to the table with one hand while his other held your hip steady. “Every moan, every scream—mine.”

You were completely helpless beneath him now—pinned, spread, used. And yet, you didn’t want him to stop. Your voice cracked with each desperate sound, your body trembling with overstimulation as he picked up his pace, merciless and relentless.

“Look at you,” he growled, chest brushing against your back as he leaned down, voice ragged. “A sniveling little maid reduced to a fuck toy in less than five minutes. I should have broken you in sooner.”

His words burned in your ears, but you didn’t fight them. You couldn’t. You had nothing left in you but heat, need, and the ache of surrender. And Sukuna? He was far from finished with you. Your legs were barely holding you up now, trembling violently under the force of every punishing thrust. The edge had come and gone so many times you weren’t sure what was pleasure and what was pain anymore. But Sukuna didn’t care. He was watching you unravel, and he liked it.

His hand slipped from your throat and tangled into your hair, yanking your head back just enough for your cheek to press against the table. “You’re ruined already,” he sneered. “And yet your greedy little body keeps begging for more. Pathetic.”

You whimpered beneath him, mouth slack and body pulsing, too far gone to speak. His pace turned brutal, the sound of skin on skin filling the chamber, your cries echoing off stone walls like music to his ears. Every movement rocked the table, every thrust stole the breath from your lungs.

He leaned in, breath hot against your cheek. “I want you to remember exactly how it feels to be broken in by me. Every step you take tomorrow, every ache, every bruise—I want it to remind you.”

And then it hit.

The final thrust, deep and unrelenting, sent you hurtling over the edge. Your body convulsed, trembling violently beneath him as your climax tore through you with staggering force. Sukuna let out a low, guttural sound as he followed right after, his grip tightening, holding you in place as both your bodies pulsed in sync, raw and spent.

The chamber fell silent except for the sound of your labored breathing. Sukuna stayed pressed against you for a long moment, fingers still digging into your hips, possessive even in the afterglow.

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Project: Ruin the Nerd

CW: Rough sex , Sexual content , Begging, Praise & degradation mix , Teasing

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI.

This was a bad idea. You knew it the second you stepped into Gojo Satoru’s ridiculously modern house with your laptop bag slung over one shoulder and a binder full of notes clutched tight to your chest.

“Yo~ you finally made it,” Gojo drawled from his couch, pushing his sunglasses up into his snowy hair. He was sprawled across the cushions like a king on a throne, grinning like he already knew exactly how this night was going to go.

You cleared your throat and adjusted your glasses. “We’re supposed to be working on the lab report, Gojo.”

“‘Satoru,’” he corrected with a wink. “You’re in my house. You can drop the formalities… or at least the skirt.” His eyes flicked down to your pleated uniform and thigh-high socks with blatant amusement. “You dress like you want to get corrupted.”

Your face burned. “Can we please just start?”

He smirked and patted the seat beside him. “Of course, princess. Let’s ‘study.’ I promise I’ll behave…” His grin widened. “Until you don’t want me to.”

Reluctantly, you sat beside him, flipping open your binder. You tried to explain your plan for the experiment—something about chemical reactions and thermal energy—but he wasn’t listening. He was watching your lips as you talked, slowly leaning in, close enough that your words started to stutter.

“You talk like a textbook,” he murmured, voice low and warm against your cheek. “But I bet you taste sweeter than anything in it.”

“G-Gojo—!”

He chuckled darkly and pulled away, just far enough to give you space to squirm. “Relax. I’m just getting to know my lab partner.” His fingers brushed your exposed knee, featherlight and casual. “You’re all tense. Want me to help with that?.

You slapped your binder shut. “We’re supposed to be working.”

“Oh, I am working,” he purred, leaning in again, this time close enough that you could smell the subtle cologne clinging to his hoodie. “I’m just testing reactions. Like how red your cheeks get when I do this—” His hand slid slowly up your thigh, stopping just shy of dangerous territory.

You gasped, thighs clenching. “Gojo!”

He laughed—loud, cocky, and unbothered. “Damn, you’re cute when you’re flustered. Bet you’ve never had a boy this close before, huh?” He was right. And worse, he knew it.

You tried to move away, but he caught your wrist gently. “C’mon, don’t pretend you don’t like it,” he said, voice softening just enough to make your heart stutter. “You came to my house in that outfit. You’re practically begging to be ruined.

The worst part? He was kind of right.

“You’re such a jerk,” you whispered, but your voice lacked conviction. Your thighs were trembling. Your breath was shallow.

Gojo leaned closer, mouth brushing your ear. “And you’re still sitting here. Why is that, sweetheart?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. His fingers traced lazy circles on your inner thigh, edging higher, never quite touching where you needed him most.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured. “And I will.”

Silence.

He smiled.

And then he kissed you—slow, hot, and all-consuming, like he’d been waiting to devour you since the moment you walked in. Your hands clutched at his hoodie as he deepened the kiss, tongue teasing yours, teeth grazing your lip until you whimpered. Gojo didn’t stop at the kiss. His hands were already sliding under your skirt, pushing the fabric up over your hips with a slow, deliberate touch that made your breath hitch. “Told you,” he murmured against your lips, “you showed up like this just begging to get fucked.”

You didn’t respond—not with words. Your back arched, body already moving without thought, as he lifted you effortlessly and laid you back on his plush couch. His hoodie came off in one smooth motion, and your fingers twitched as you took in the sight of him above you—grinning like a devil, eyes half-lidded with hunger.

“You still want me to stop?” he asked, dragging your panties down your legs in one smooth tug. “Say the word, baby. Or keep looking at me like that, and I’m gonna make a mess out of you.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. And that was all the permission he needed.

Gojo sank into you with a low groan, burying his face in your neck as your back arched off the cushions. “Shit—tight little thing, aren’t you?” he growled, voice rough and strained, like he was barely holding himself together. His pace was unforgiving from the start—deep, slow thrusts that had your legs shaking and your moans echoing off the walls of his expensive living room.

You clung to his shoulders, your voice cracking with every snap of his hips. “Satoru—too much—!”

“Oh no, sweetheart,” he purred, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, “you don’t get to tap out just yet. You’re the one who came over like a good little schoolgirl. Now you’re gonna take everything I give you.”

Each thrust was rougher than the last, his voice in your ear a constant stream of filthy praise and taunts. “You sound so pretty when you moan my name. Say it again,” he demanded, thrusting harder, “C’mon—let the whole damn block hear who’s fucking you this good.”You were barely holding on. Your legs trembled, your breath hitched with every thrust, and your voice was hoarse from moaning his name like a prayer. Your head lolled back against the couch, eyes hazy with tears and bliss, as you whimpered, “Please—please don’t stop. I want more, Gojo—please, I need it—”

That snapped something in him.

“Ohhh?” he chuckled darkly, not slowing in the slightest. “Look at you, nerd girl. From quiet and studious to crying for my cock in one night. Damn, you’re better than any dream I’ve had.”

Your release hit like a wave, hard and blinding. Your whole body arched beneath him, shaking uncontrollably as he fucked you through it, groaning low as your walls pulsed around him. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep as his own release shuddered through him, his grip on your hips tightening with a guttural moan.

He collapsed over you, breathing hard, forehead pressed to your shoulder, then let out a lazy laugh. “Mmm… damn. That was fun.” He looked up at you with a devilish grin. “Wanna take a water break? Or should I bend you over my desk for round two—y’know, in the name of ‘research’?”