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Shooting Blanks - Suguru Geto x Reader

Your boyfriend Suguru Geto gets a Prince Albert piercing and makes you wait the whole 6 weeks before you can sleep with him again. You take advantage when the wait is over.

Title: Shooting Blanks

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:

AFAB!Reader, Female Reader, Explicit PV Sex, m-Overstimulation, light bondage, cum shot, creampie, cum eating, Oral Sex f-receiving, multiple orgasms, piercings, pet names (baby & darling mostly) m-Masturbation, consensual voyeurism

Characters & ships: boyfriend!Suguru Geto x Reader

Word count: 4.2k words

18+ Minors DNI!

More explicit below the cut

6 weeks. You had to wait 6 whole weeks to have sex with your beautiful boyfriend, Suguru Geto, as his newest piercing healed. Those weeks were very, very long, and when you received the calendar notification that your waiting period was up today, you almost left work early to greet him at the apartment, but he beat you to it, texting you as you were gathering your things to stay put because he was going to be home late, and it wasn’t worth using the sick time. So you sat down and got absolutely no work done for the next few hours as drool pooled in your mouth thinking about the terrible things you were going to do to him when you got home.

He beats you to it, though, because as you finally get home and slip your shoes off at the door, your boyfriend sidles up behind you and covers your eyes with his large, masculine hands. You hum in enjoyment, leaning back against his chest to feel his body against yours. It’s so warm, and he hulks over and around you, encapsulating your body in his wide stance. He smells of syrupy vanilla and smoky bourbon and shampoo in his long black hair wisping over his shoulders, over your shoulders, tickling your nose as he leans in close to your neck and breaths in deep.

“Hello, my love,” He murmurs, a smile on his lips pressed against the soft skin of your neck, and your body is practically vibrating in anticipation because 6 weeks is the longest amount of time, you think. It must be because it feels like an eternity since you last had him thrusting roughly into you, and the thought alone makes your knees weak.

“Hello,” You purr back, attempting to turn to him to make eye contact, but he follows your movements, keeping his hands covering your vision the whole time, “Something specific you’re hiding from me?”

“Just a surprise,” His voice is already slick with want, deep and rumbling and warm just like the heat radiating from his body.

“I love surprises.”

“I know,” He whispers before slowly starting to lead you into the bedroom you two share. Your steps are slow and shuffling as you try to avoid the corners of furniture that frequently like to bruise your shins, but finally, he sits you down on the bed. He blocks your view, towering above you, and he shimmies his tie off from around his neck. The silky, thin fabric shines in the lamplight as he reaches around you and binds your wrists together. You smile up at him; this territory is familiar, and after this long, anything this kinky is going to finish you in mere minutes.

“This is my kind of evening,” You whisper, starting to lean back, but he grabs you by the top of your head and sits you back upright. He is strong, he is stern, not forceful but commanding.

“You stay here. Sitting like this.” It’s an order, not an ask, so you sit up a little straighter and lick your lips. He finally moves out of your way, and sitting in front of the bed is a single chair. You can’t help but scrunch your face in confusion.

“What are you going to do?”

“You’ll see,” He teases, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt with one of his hands and grinning at the torture he’s putting you through. You whine a little in desperation and frustration, but when the shirt falls from his shoulders and he flexes just for you, turning at the waist briefly to show off his back, you fall silent in awe. He chuckles and unbuttons his pants and lets them slip to the floor.

Geto is not wearing any underwear underneath.

His cock stands at attention before you, and you gasp, slurping up the drool dripping from your lips, locking eyes with the shiny new appliance adorning the tip of his impressive length.

The look of this piercing against his tan skin is not, on paper, surprising to you. He has other piercings - his earlobes have been done since high school, he said, and he had a lip piercing when you first met him, and he was bragging about how he had gotten his nipples done on your first date. These embellishments to his already perfect skin made him even more irresistible.

This piercing, however, makes a record scratch in your brain. It is beautiful, hugging the tip of his cock like your tongue does when it’s in your mouth, and it makes you want to rub your fingers against it, rub your tongue against it, feel it pressed against your most sensitive bits because he promised he’d do that when he told you he was going to be getting his Prince Albert done and needed a 6 week recovery window without temptation.

He smiles when he sees your eyes locked on his prize. “You like it?”

“I want it,” You whine out, shifting your weight on the bed as the heat starts to build between your legs. What is he doing? Why hasn’t he ripped your skirt, pushed it up to your waist, and slammed right into you?

“Ah, ah,” Geto teases, and finally you peel your eyes up to his, and they are looking awfully mischievous right now. “You are going to watch.”

“Watch?” You ask in disbelief. He wants you to just watch? Has he even seen himself? Does he know how hard that is?

“Watch,” He commands again, letting the words drip like hot honey off his tongue as he sits in the chair, legs spread facing you, his length already hard and dripping and bouncing off his toned abs. Your eyes are glued to his cock, and his eyes are glued to the absolutely crazed look on your face as his hand comes up to grip himself. His thighs tense at just that touch, and a shiver rips through him. “It’s been a while for me too, darling.”

He brings his hand slowly up his length, and he lets his head drop back, and you finally take in all of his body before you. His jaw is tense, and as he gulps down a breath of air, you watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, and it takes everything in your power to not sink your teeth into his neck. His chest is flushed red, and his arms and shoulder keep tensing as he slowly fists himself. His thighs - his beautiful, thick thighs - stretch out wider, and you have full view as his fingers travel up and down his length, a slick noise from the movements making your body ache for him.

He lets his thumb brush against the piercing, and the feeling sends a shock through him, his neck tensing.

“Does it feel good, baby?” You coo, watching him for a reaction, and he groans, rolling out his neck and brushing against it again.

“So, so good.”

“Am I going to get to watch you cum?” You ask, your voice dark and daring, and he pushes his hips up into his hands with another groan

“You’re supposed to be watching not talking.”

You grin, knowing you’re getting him all worked up. “I just want to taste it, baby. I just want to taste it so bad.” He lets out a softer moan at your words, and his hand speeds up, rubbing over his tip and all the way down his length, and his other hand is gripping the seat of the chair. “Please won’t you let me taste you?”

“You’ll get what you want soon,” He breathes out, lolling his head back up to look at you through his eyelashes. A blush has covered his face as well, his hair sticking to a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes are glued to yours. You bite your lip and nod softly.

“I need it. I need you to fill me up, Suguru. Please, please come fuck me,” You beg, and you watch his pupils dilate and shrink. His grip tightens, and you see the veins throb in his cock in his hand as he drips all over his own fingers.

“Do you really need me?”

“Yes, yes, yes, I need you. Ruin me, I need you to ruin my body,” You coax, sitting up on your knees, your eyes flitting back down to his length as he pulses, throbs, twitches in his hand. The tip has become a beautiful violet color, sticky and wet with his mess, and his own eyes flutter close as his breathing stutters. “I want all of it, baby.”

Suddenly, he stands, kicking the chair out from underneath him, and he’s beside you in seconds. He still fists his cock with one hand, but with the other, he pushes you down on your back and slides you to just the right angle under him on the side of the bed. Placing one foot on the bed and the other firmly on the floor, he leans his head back, pushes his hips forward, and lets himself cum.

It douses your body, clinging to your neck and collarbone, the thin fabric of your shirt, staining your skirt, dripping onto the sheets from where it hit your arm, it’s in your hair, and somehow, none of it landed on your tongue, sticking out enticingly, and you are just a little furious.

The anger melts away seconds later when he’s pushing your skirt up to your waist, pulling your panties off in a singular swift movement, pulling your shirt up over your face, pushing your legs wide apart, and burying his cock to the hilt in you with no resistance. You call out, arching your back at the sudden feeling of fullness, but his softening cock hardens right back up inside you, and you can suddenly feel his new piercing pressing against your G spot like its a doorbell, and your tongue goes stupid. You can’t even think it all feels so good.

“Is that what you wanted?” He groans in your ear, enveloping your body with his, and he thrusts once experimentally, and the cry that rips from your throat at how nice it feels after so long would be embarrassing if your legs weren’t already shaking with pleasure. You’re lost in the foggy haze of arousal, unable to say anything to Suguru, simply panting into his mouth as his lips find yours, sucking on your tongue as he starts to pound into you.

“I….need….you…” You moan out of your mouth between hiccups as his hips ram into yours, and your brain turns to mushy white noise each time his tip hits deep into you, spasming all of your muscles into what might be the best orgasm you will ever have.

“You have me, darling, you have me,” He whispers comfortingly into your ear. You arch your back, your jaw wretched and frozen open as you try to pull in air. With an uncontrollable need to get him to fuck you deeper, harder, rougher, more more more, you wrap your legs around his waist and push him into you, and it makes him chuckle so deep in your ear that it vibrates your spine and you have to grip the sheets with your still bound hands to keep yourself tethered to the moment.

“More, please, more,” You moan, desperate, and he obliges, pulling your legs up so your knees are to your shoulders, and this new angle splits you open. You have never felt this full before, and at this point, you’re past an orgasm. Your brain is melting out your ears as your pussy throbs around him, and it pushes him on, slamming into you harder and faster, and your bound hands can finally claw at his thighs under you, leaving red angry marks as you try to pull him even closer

“I’m going to cum again,” He grunts, gripping your hips even harder, and you nod, bobbling your head dumbly at his words

“Inside me, please, please.”

That’s all it takes for him to lose it, and you feel him sputter inside you, pouring himself into you, warming you from the inside, melting you, and makes your toes curl. His face is scrunched in pleasure, and his fingers are gripping you so hard that they’ll leave bruises, but it doesn’t matter because the look on his face leaves you needing even more.

“Again, please, more,” You beg, and it breaks his concentration on the pleasure pulsing through his veins.

“I don’t know if I can go again-” He starts, leaning back, but you push up onto your knees and interrupt him.

“I am going to milk you dry, Suguru,” You declare, determined, as you push him back onto the bed, his head lolling off the end.

“Wait, love, hold-” But you cut him off as you settle in his lap, taking his again softening length and settling it between your slick slit before grinding against him. His piercing is now brushing against your neglected clit, and it feels like your body is on fire with the lightning electricity dancing across your skin at every touch. You can feel his cum dripping out of you and onto him, and when he moans, he looks back up at you with pain and pleasure covering his face, his teeth biting into his bottom lip so hard that it might draw blood. “It’s too much,” He whispers, but you can’t stop yourself.

“I need to fuck you again, Suguru, please, I need more.” You feel your begging work as he lengthens, hardens, grows in your wetness, and you sit up on your knees, and when you guide him into you, Suguru’s hands shoot up to your waist with a cry.

“Gentle, please.”

“Okay, baby, yes, gentle,” You nod, you agree, you babble, but your hips say otherwise as you bounce up and down on his length, speeding up when you hear him whimper and moan and whine beneath you because it is simply too much for both of you. His legs tremble, and you settle into his lap again, grinding against him so you can rub your clit against his pelvic bone and feel him kiss your cervix and you’re wild with how badly you want to cum. “Use your hands, please, please, please-”

And he obliges, taking the thumb of his free hand to press against your clit, and you clench around him in response, and when you see the tears start to bubble in his eyes, it just urges you forward, grinding against him at as punishing a speed as your hips could manage. Your walls are spasming with pleasure, and it ripples up his length, and you can feel his heartbeat inside you. Your pants melt to moans, loud loud moans of his name and curses and pleading for him to make you cum. His cheeks are bright red, so pretty, and his hair is sticking to his wet skin all over his body, and his breathing is harsh as you push him closer and closer to an edge.

“I can’t cum anymore,” He groans, and the bite of his nails in the flesh of your hip is delectable.

“I can,” You let out a soft giggle, and his ab muscles contract at the sound. “I haven’t even once!”

“My love,” He’s nearly begging now, and you can hear the wobble of overwhelmed tears in his voice, but it makes you wetter, faster, slicker, needier.

“I want you shooting blanks at the end of this,” You purr, and as you arch your back and crane your neck to stare at the ceiling, you reach back with your bound hands and palm at his flesh, dragging your fingers up his inner thighs, near the base of his length, gripping at his balls. His knees stutter, his breathing stops, and you feel a weak release deep inside you again.

However, you still haven’t cum, and as he whimpers below you, all you want is more.

You still on his lap and push out your bottom lip in a pout. “Suguru, more, please more.”

He brings his hand up to your mouth, cutting off your words, and he catches his breath, sniffling and sucking back tears. His chest bounces with his sporadic breath, and when he finally picks his head up, he looks barely there, lost in a fog of sex and pleasure behind his eyes. His arm is weak, shaky, and his legs vibrate underneath you.

“Just give me a moment,” He whispers before slowly slipping three of his fingers into your mouth. You take it greedily, licking at his skin, swallowing him down as far as he’ll go, sucking frantically needing more. He smiles up at you, so soft it slows your heart just a tad, before he shifts underneath you, picks you up, and places you on your back on the bed. Removing his fingers, he slides down your body, spreading your legs and resting his head on your inner thigh to stare at your messy, sloppy core. “Let me clean you up a little.”

You nod, knowing exactly what he means, needing exactly what he means, and when his tongue slowly drags up your skin to your slit for the first time, you writhe into the pillows, gripping the sheets as a new flooding warmth of pleasure courses through you.

Suguru’s cock was great, but his tongue did things no one could dream of. Absolutely magical, mind-boggling things, and as he licked the cum dripping out of your opening, it shot the pleasure you were looking for directly into your brain. He is slow and deliberate with his movements, sticking to cleaning you, making sure to lick every inch of skin he can reach. He presses soft kisses to the sensitive parts of you, and you can’t help but pant like a dog in response, spreading your legs even wider for him to reach.

His tongue swirls inside you, dipping deep, and you grind your hips softly against his face. When you look down your nose to sneak a peek of the action, you match his eyes as he watches your every reaction, and it absolutely ruins you even more to know he’s getting off on pleasuring you. You grip your hands into the sheets behind you, humping harder against his face, and he lets you use him to chase your high.

“Suguru,” You whine out, carrying out the vowel into a high-pitch squeal.

He takes this as a sign you’re close, and it’s when he replaces his tongue with two fingers deep and fast inside you and sucks your clit between his lips that you finally lose it. You feel the waves of orgasm finally overtake your brain, and it rushes out of you from between your legs and all over Geto’s face. Your back arches almost painfully into the feeling, and you press your face into the pillow next to you to drown out the loud cries involuntarily escaping your throat

“That’s it, good girl, just like that,” He moans against you, continuing to lap up the wetness spilling from you, and your body convulses with the feeling until your brain is mushy and content.

Unfortunately for you, Geto wants his payback.

Just as you settle into the feeling of finally, finally being relieved of the throbbing need that had been pestering you for 6 straight weeks, you look down at him between your legs and see him gently stroking himself again.

“You taste so good, my love,” He murmurs, and suddenly, you’ve been flipped on your stomach, and he’s positioning you on your knees and spreading your legs wide to fit his overwhelming presence.

“Again already?” You ask, wiggling your hips enticingly, and he slaps your ass in response.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked, and you can feel his length prodding against your sensitive hole.

“Aren’t you a little shit?” You mock back, but you take your hands, still stuck behind your back, and spread you ass cheeks apart for easy access. “I’m all yours, baby.”

And he takes that as permission, pushing deep into you again, and it hurts so good that your toes curl immediately and you see stars in your vision as he bottoms out, draping his body over you and fucking into you with relentless speed. You squeak every time he hits deep inside, your mouth stuck open like a doll.

“I…thought…you…were…tired…” You manage between thrusts, and he rumbles laughter into your ear that shakes you straight down to your cunt.

“And then I saw how hot you are. God, you’re fucking irresistible,” He presses open mouth kisses against you back, his lips stinging your back with greed. It’s when he digs his teeth into your back that you can finally feel the gears in your brain turn, and you yelp a little at the pain. You can feel the piercing rubbing against your walls, making your stomach flutter and your toes curl as it pokes and prods.

“I-I like it,” You mumble into the sheets, and when Suguru lightly hums for clarification, you groan it louder. “I like the piercing!” He buries himself deep in you and kisses the soft spot below your ear.

“Good, that was the point.” Another hard thrust. “Touch yourself, darling.”

He barely even had to ask. Your fingers find the bud between your legs, and soon, you’re frantically chasing another orgasm as his hips rocket against yours. Your walls throb in time to his heartbeat in his cock, and if you thought about it for a while, you’d probably think it was romantic, but right now thinking is hard, and it’s probably for the better that the only thing in your brain is just Suguru’s name like a chant to the Gods.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, you feel so good all used like this,” He moans, massaging the flesh of your thighs with his thick fingers, and you can feel the blood rushing to the irritated skin, your nerves sensitive from his manipulation. You press harder against your clit, and your toes curl with need, a wet moan slipping from your lips.

“So big, Suguru, so big,” You mumble, clenching around him to punctuate your thought, and he stutters at the feeling. You turn to see his eyes roll to the back of his head as he gives you a few more thrusts before falling atop you, kissing you, licking at your lips, biting your tongue. His cock spasms inside you, barely leaking the little he has left to give.

The feeling deep inside is victorious, and it helps push you over the edge to your own final orgasm. It has you screaming out, your whole body vibrating with pleasure that turns your vision white before collapsing from your knees. Geto falls atop you as well, careful not the crush you but fully enveloping your much smaller body. Curling up against him, you moan, almost purring, in pleasure, and he welcomes you to him by wrapping his arms around you.

“That was wonderful,” You whisper, stretching your neck to kiss his nose as he finally reaches around to untie your hands. With a brief rub at your wrists, you shift and turn, wrapping your own arms around his neck. You are as close to him as you physically can be, and sometimes even that doesn’t feel like enough.

“It was a lot, that’s for sure.”

“That’s what happens when you make me wait.”

“It was six weeks!” He scoffs a laugh, disbelieving but still playfully smirking. You laugh too, letting a warmth cover your face.

“I genuinely think six weeks is the longest we’ve ever waited. Honestly, give me a half hour, and we can go again.”

He groans, crossing his legs just at the thought of the feeling. “I’m going to need a few days.”

“A few days?!” Your mouth drops open, and he laughs again at your reaction.

“If I promise to go down on you again tonight, do you think you can make it?”

You purse your lips in fake consideration before giving him an over-exaggeratedly sad nod. “I guess, if you hate me, that’ll do…”

“You’re absolutely ridiculous!” He grabs a pillow and gently bats the top of your head with it.

“All I’m saying is don’t ever make me wait that long again,” You wink, and he kisses your forehead softly, pulling you closer.

“Was it worth it?” He whispers, pressing his hips towards you, and you nod wildly.

“You tell me,” You coax, and you reach down, gripping his cock suddenly in your hand, rubbing your thumb along the cool metal of his piercing. He shivers, pulling away quickly.

“Watch it!”

“Worth it, but I never want you to do it again.” You sigh in relief, wiggling from his grasp to lie on your back on the bed. You spread your legs wide, showing a new slick wetness off to him before shooting a glance over at him, your eyebrow high on your face. “Ready to go now?”

[ao3feed-nanago]

Shirley Temples and Steak Dinners

by VeroniquesBoutique (WithGoodSentences) 5 times that Nanami Kento fell in love with Satoru Gojo over many, many years, and the 1 time Satoru Gojo finally realized he, too, was madly in love with Nanami Kento. ft. songs from the Nanago playlist I created on Spotify because I'm crazy Words: 6912, Chapters: 2/7, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Haibara Yu (Jujutsu Kaisen), Yaga Masamichi, Ieiri Shoko Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu/Nanami Kento, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru Additional Tags: Angst, Five Stages of Grief, post satosugu, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, 5+1 Things, Pre-Canon, The Shibuya Incident Never Happened (Jujutsu Kaisen), Canon Divergence, Nanami Kento Lives, no kenjaku via https://ift.tt/ESl8Cbx

[veroniquesboutique]

i wanna hear you

JJK men and how they sound in the bedroom

feat. Satoru Gojo, Nanami Kento, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen, & Choso Kamo

genre: NSFW smutty one-shots

warnings: AFAB!Reader, female reader, PV sex, unprotected sex, pet names out the wazoo, light bondage & orgasm denial (gojo), overstimulation & toys (nanami), praise kink (geto), degradation & very mean & very rough & car sex & anal (toji), implied concubine & restraint & pain (sukuna), virginity & premature ejactulation (choso)

wc: ~3k

a/n: back on my JJK bs with my first attempt at a multi-character one-shot post like this. Content is NSFW and 18+, so minors DNI!

More (explicit) below the cut!

Satoru Gojo: subby whimpers and pleas

“Use me, use me, use me,” His voice cracks into a higher pitch as he whispers his chants, completely drunk on your lips and your pussy. He’s absolutely beautiful as his face contorts, scrunching and tensing, his jaw-dropping open to pant wildly as you continue to fuck yourself on his cock. Your lips find his jaw, and you drag your teeth gently against the skin there, bouncing harshly on his lap to take all of his length so deep in you that it’s making your toes go numb. 

“That’s what I’m doing, baby,” you murmur, and he moans out another whimper as he struggles against the restraints that are tying his hands behind the chair he’s sitting in. The incredibly lewd, slick squelching sounds of you taking him over and over and over echo in your dimly lit living room. One of your hands is wrapped in his hair, pulling the strands roughly to expose his neck to your grazing, searching lips, and your other hand is gripping his waist to stabilize yourself in his lap. Your knees are pressed into the back of the chair, and your legs are slotted in between his legs and the arms of the chair. 

You dig your nails in deeper to the skin just above his hip, and he starts at the sharp pain, panting so loudly he sounds like he’s hyperventilating.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum,” He warns, wanting to buck into you but slipping without any leverage.

“Are you? Are you close?” You whimper mockingly back, and he nods as you bear down in his lap and grind yourself against him. His eyes roll to the back of his head, letting you bend to lick at his collarbones and bite at the blushing skin there.

“Yes, yes, yes, I am, yes.”

You shoot up, letting his cock slide fully out of you and bounce against his lap. He cries out at the sudden loss of your warm, tight cunt. 

“Says who?” You coo, pulling his hair to make him look at you again, and he looks so overwhelmed he might cry. 

“Please?” He pleas, desperate, but you raise your eyebrows at him. That’s not good enough to get what he wants. “Please, please, please let me cum. I’m begging, please.”

You reach down between your bodies to stroke his cock with your hand, menacingly slowly as you lean in to speak your next words directly into his mouth, kissing him. He completely dissolves at the feeling, the whimpers coming out of his mouth wet and needy.

“I’ll let you know when you can.”

Nanami Kento: talking you through it

“Look at me, pretty girl, look me in the eyes please,” His voice is stern but warm, and it’s the only thing that breaks through the fog of your impending orgasm. You lift your heavy head and open your eyes to see his beautiful brown eyes staring down at you, dripping in lust as his jaw clenches at the sight of you melting for him.

His middle and ring finger are curled deep inside you, pressing harshly against your g spot and making your legs jelly. You’re lying in bed, fully naked and exposed to him, but all he’s given you is taking off the leopard print tie from around his neck and pushing up his sleeves to reveal his forearms. As he thrusts inside you, the veins on his arms pop, and if you were anywhere in your right mind before, you aren’t now.

His other hand is holding a vibrator against your clit. The pleasure swirling through your body is dizzying, making all of your nerves stand on end as he roughly fucks you.

He’s clearly straining against his suit pants, but he has always been a patient man, putting your pleasure before his many times over.

“I-I can’t-” You pant out, your whole body tensing as the coil tightens and tightens deep in your core.

“Yes, you can, sweetness, I know you can. You’re going to cum for me, okay?” His voice is still so, so strong, and the words cradle your body, sweeping against your overly sensitive skin to make you shiver. You nod because if it’s what Kento wants, then you’re going to give it to him.

“Okay, okay,” You pant out, desperately trying to keep your eyes open and locked on him as he continues to massage deep in you, and when that coil finally snaps, you feel yourself gush out all over his hand and arm, your legs shaking violently in time with the vibrations from the toy still pressing into your clit.

“There we go, there we go,” He groans out, his voice deepening into a syrupy sweet chocolate sound, dark and full of desire. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You moan out, throwing your head back and arching against the bed as he slows his fingers. Even still, as your toes curl and your whole body spasms with overstimulation, he doesn’t pull out, and he doesn’t take the overwhelming vibrations away from the sensitive spots between your thighs.

You thrash lightly against the bed, unable to even think as he slowly starts to press into your sore g spot again.

“Now just give me another one, pretty girl. One more, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Suguru Geto: praise, praise, and more praise

“Oh good girl, you look so beautiful taking all of me like that,” He whispers into the shell of your ear, his hair tickling the skin on your face and neck and chest as he slowly fucks his length deep into you. You can feel the tip of his cock kiss at your cervix, and it makes your whole body tense in surprise, not used to feeling anything this deep inside you. 

“Darling, it’s okay, you’re going to feel so, so good,” He murmurs softly, shifting the pillow under your hips just slightly to give him a better angle. You press your knees into his waist as he bottoms out again, and you moan out so lewdly, it’s nearly pornographic.

“A-already so good,” You stutter, squeezing your eyes shut so your whole body is overwhelmed by him him him only him. 

“You’re making me feel so good too,” He kisses at the skin just under your earlobe, making you shiver at the softness of his mouth compared to the splitting pleasure of his cock between your legs. “The way your pussy is taking me all in, God, it’s my favorite.”

You whimper a little, and his hand comes up to caress the base of your neck, squeezing there so gently that it just feels like tight pressure. He licks a line from your jaw back to your ear as his hips slowly start to pick up speed.

His other hand comes to the back of your thigh, pressing you up and open ever so slightly, but this other change in angle has him hitting exactly where he needs to deep inside you. You mewl out, and you press your lips against his neck, your lips finding his Adam’s apple and grazing it gently with your teeth. He gently chuckles deep in your ear, his voice so soft and heavy in your chest that it makes your neck tense up. 

“Use your pretty voice to tell me what you need, baby girl,” He asks, and you pant, bringing your nails to his back to hold on tight as he fucks you into oblivion.

“M-my…” You whimper against his skin, the words dying in your throat with every thrust and the inching feeling of embarrassment in your stomach. “My…”

“Go ahead, baby girl, I want to hear you say it,” He whispers again, slowing slightly to give your brain time to think.

“My clit,” You whimper, nuzzling into his shoulder to hide your face in embarrassment, but you’re immediately rewarded by his strong, rough fingers circling your needy clit, and it makes you melt into the sheets.

“See, darling, all you have to do is ask. You look so pretty losing your mind on my cock. I’ll do anything to make you cum.”

Toji Fushiguro: degradation that makes you cry

“You fucking whore, good for just your holes. Nothin’ else,” He grunts, landing a harsh spank on your ass that makes you yelp, your face being pushed harshly into the headrest of the backseat as he takes you from behind. 

“Toji,” You whine, kicking your feet a little as he bullies deep inside you, roughly slamming his hips against yours. “You’re being mean.”

“And you’re being a whore. Honey, if the shoe fits,” He laughs at you, and one of his hands finds the hair on the back of your head, pulling it roughly and snapping your head up. You can feel him skewering you deep, and it’s like he has no regard for your pleasure.

“It hurts, Toji,” You moan, shimmying your hips to change the angle, but he spanks you again, leaving a red hand shape on your flesh that’ll slowly bruise over the course of the night.

“You should’ve thought about that before you wore that dress out to dinner,” He leans into you, and you can feel his balls slapping against your clit so aggressively that it’s making your toes curl and your mouth drool. “You got me all hard. Gotta do something about it.”

“Could’ve waited until we got home,” You whine again, and his hand in your hair grips you tighter, pulling you up so he can speak darkly directly into your ear.

“You wanna say that again, slut?” He asks, his hand now wrapping around your throat and testing a squeeze, and you gulp down your words, closing your eyes as you come up to grab his wrist.

“N-no.”

“Good.” He lets go, and you fall forward again, letting him absolutely fuck you to ruin. His hand rests against your ass, and suddenly, you feel his thumb pressing against your asshole. You gasp, tensing your whole body, but you let him rub against your hole because telling him no at this point would just make him angrier. He spits, the warm wetness dripping between your cheeks, and without warning, he hooks his thumb into the tight muscle, making you cry out, rosy cheeked and tears brimming.

“That feel good, mama?” He laughs at you again, and you whimper out a moan, pushing your hips back to feel him deeper inside you, your brain melting out your ears at the feeling of both holes being used. He spanks you again with his other hand, his hips now chasing his orgasm deep in you at the look of you enjoying being used by him. Your hand comes up to pull at your own nipple, your leaking eyes looking back to meet his.

“I knew you liked it when I used you like this. Now I gotta make sure you remember this when you sit at dinner. Keep my little whore sore and needy”

Ryomen Sukuna: animalistic grunts, growls, and the occasional howl

“Take all of me,” He groans out the command as you obediently hold your knees near your shoulders, keeping your thighs spread wide for him as he fucks his thick, overbearing cock into your walls with such savage ferity that it reminds you that Sukuna isn’t human at all. What above you is a curse - the king of curses - and he has lost himself in the inviting wetness of your cunt just as he does every night when he comes back to your room. 

The cold stone of the floor hurts your back as he rams into you, but you can’t really focus on it because all of your senses are being overwhelmed by his presence. He’s grunting directly in your face, his teeth finding your lips and biting at you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth to chew on, and it hurts so good. 

“M-my lord,” You moan out, squeezing the flesh of your thighs harder as his smell makes your brain dizzy, something so earthy and spicy that you can feel it burn you at the back of your throat as his tongue chokes you, squirming into your mouth to taste all of you. At your words, he groans deep, so deep it rumbles the window in the frame, and two of his hands find yours, peeling your fingers from your thighs and holding your wrists above your head. His other two hands replace yours to hold you open, and you let out a small sound when he pushes you wider than you held yourself. 

Your slick wetness is running out of you as your body frantically tries to accommodate his ever thickening cock. There’s a slapping sound every time he bottoms out in you, and it echoes in the cold, cold room without anything to dampen the sound. The collar around your neck feels tight as you try to gulp in air, and the chain connecting you to the frame of your bed is taut as he pulls your body closer and closer to him. 

He growls in your ear as you squeeze your fingers around his hand, your eyes fluttering closed as soft pants leave your tongue, so sweet and innocent for the way he’s ruining your body. He drops his mouth to your neck, and you stretch it out, submitting to him fully. 

“Please, my lord,” You beg, and you can feel him smile slightly against your skin before he bites down harshly right where your neck melts into your shoulder. It hurts so bad that your eyes spring with tears, but the pain is numbed by the pleasure of him fucking even harder into you. His teeth stay gripping into you as he pushes you so far apart that your knees hit the floor, and you can feel how your thighs are going to be sore in the morning. You’ll be unable to walk, but it doesn’t matter.

“Thank you, thank you,” You pant out, the tears dripping delicately off your eyelashes, and he responds with another deep growl, licking at the teeth marks he’s left in your skin.

“Silence. Focus on taking me; you have a long night ahead of you.”

Choso Kamo: virginal cries in pleasurable surprise

“Wait, wait, what are you-” He cuts his own words off with a loud cry, his whole body tensing, back arching, head thrown back and eyes rolling in his skull, as you guide his cock into your clenching pussy for the first time. Every time you’d been with Choso before this, you’d kept it contained to just mouth and hand stuff, but you couldn’t wait any longer to have him inside of you.

What better way to teach the birds and the bees than hands-on learning?

“Oh my God, oh my God,” He whispers, squeezing his eyes tight as you slowly move against him. You’re straddling him on your bed, taking the lead to show him how good he could really feel.

“Does that feel good, Cho?” You coo, letting him slide in and out of you, holding yourself up with your palms pressed against his chest.

“Unbelievably good!” He cries out, his hands coming up to grip your hips tightly as you begin to ride him. “You kept this from me?”

You laugh a little, throwing your own head back to let your hair waterfall down your back. “If I gave you too much immediately, you’d be spoiled.”

Now his hips are bucking up to meet yours, and you can feel his heartbeat throbbing deep inside you from how overwhelmed his body is. He does you the favor of bringing one of his hands in front of you, placing his thumb on your clit like you taught him to just a few weeks ago. He’s gotten pretty good at it, and you reward his attempts with a loud moan.

“A-am I doing it right?” He asks, breathless, his eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as he watches your body writhe on his, absolutely entranced by the way your breasts bounce and your stomach and thighs ripple with the impact your hips against his. He loves the way you stretch your neck out and back, and he wishes he could lean up to bite the skin there, wondering how hard he’d have to bite to make you bleed-

His thoughts are interrupted as you clench around his length, and you bite your bottom lip tight, looking back down at him with heavy lidded eyes.

“Fuck, babe, you’re doing it so right,” You praise, your body heating up with the way he’s thumbing against your clit.

The way you look right now, it’s driving him absolutely crazy. His head is hazy, completely lost at the way you look, and it’s making him lose his fucking mind-

“Oh God!” He cries loudly, his whole body convulsing as he cums suddenly inside you, and you freeze, surprised at how little it took to get him there. He shakes under you, the cries pouring from his mouth stuttering as his body comes off the orgasm.

When he finally calms, he looks up at you in surprise and embarrassment.

“Are you okay?” You ask, staring down at him in concern, but he just blushes at your words.

“Y-yeah, I just…came too quickly…”

You purr at his words, leaning down with a small smirk to kiss his lips ever so softly.

“It’s okay, Cho. We’ll just have to go again when you’re ready.”

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Kinkvember Day 20 - CNC

For Kinkvember day 20!

Toge Inumaki x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB!reader, female reader, CNC, clear consent, cursed technique usage, commands, face fucking m-receiving, unprotected, creampie, hair pulling, spitting, small mention of dumbification, very rough, small aftercare

18+ Minors DNI!

More under the cut

“C’mon, please,” You ask again, hounding Toge Inumaki as you follow him close behind down the hallway to the apartment that you two share. 

“Bonito Flakes,” He says harshly, starkly, and you frown at the tone because you know he’s telling you no for the umpteenth time. 

“What’s the worst that could happen?” You ask, and this time he stops and glares at you, his eyes shrinking in annoyed disbelief, and you shrug, knowing that he’s right, there’s a lot that could go wrong, but isn’t that part of the fun? “Okay, but I trust you!”

“Tuna,” He waves you off and continues down the hall, stopping at your door and fishing in his pocket for his keys. You offer yours, already in your hand, and he’s reluctant to take it until you lean over and unlock the door yourself. 

“It’s like you’re scared or something.”

“Salmon!” His exclamation sounds like yes, exactly!

You had been asking for a while for Toge to use his cursed technique on you. To tell you what to do and exactly how to do it. It seems like a win-win for all parties: he, for once, doesn’t have to watch what he says around you, and you get to see what it feels like to be on the receiving end of his (second) most powerful weapon while turning your brain off a little as he makes the decisions and expresses himself for once. He, however, deeply believes that it would be too dangerous for you if he even tried to use it lightly. You want him to prove it before you believe it.

“Toge, I-”

“Bonito Flakes.”

“C’mon, don’t you-”

“Bonito Flakes.”

You’re following him around the apartment now as he tries to set the mail down, put his shoes in the right place, figure out the process of coming home, already overwhelmed by the day, and you are right on his shoulder, refusing to drop the topic because this time you really feel like you’re getting somewhere.

“I just want you to listen to me,”

“Bonito. Flakes.”

“I want you to do it.”

“Bonito Fla-”

“It’ll be so much fun, just do it!”

“No.” Suddenly, his voice, so much deeper and commanding than his normal, controlled voice, booms through the apartment straight at you. His eyes are full of anger as the word hits you like a gust of wind, and you flinch, pulling your body inward at the sensation. It vibrates the apartment, knocking things off counters and forcing cabinets and ajar doors fully open. The entire place is silent once his declaration moves through the space, and almost immediately, he descends on you in concern. It’s clear that he didn’t mean to, that he wasn’t planning on doing that, that it must have slipped out.

“Mustard leaf? Mustard leaf?” He’s asking, holding out a hand to your shoulders and waist but waiting for permission to touch you. You wave at him, straightening out and shaking out the shock that’s tight in your body. 

“I’m alright, just surprised.”

He gives you a look that says he told you so, but that’s not what you mean. It’s never what you mean. To no one’s surprise, communication seems to be the hardest part of your relationship, but it’s always on his part. It never feels like he listens to you - really listens - and instead chooses to protect you, decide what’s best for you, hide you from the pain of his world. His intentions are so well-meaning, but sometimes, you want for a little bit more. 

“I trust you, so why don’t you trust me?” You finally snap, and he is taken a little aback by your tone.

“Tuna…”

“No, you don’t. You don’t trust me about me. Do you think I’m weak? Do you think I need saving from you? I’m fine; I’ve held my own this long,” The words start falling from your mouth quickly as they find each other, connect, and spit out faster than your brain can handle like monkeys flying out of the barrel. “You tiptoe around me like you’re some…some…some monster that I live with that can kill me at any second. Do you want to kill me? Are you trying to tell me that I am in serious, immediate danger around you?”

He thinks for a second. “Bonito Flakes.”

“Bonito Flakes, exactly, so why in the world can’t we just try to push the boundaries once? You just told me no, and I am alive. I’m fine. I feel great, even. I got to hear your voice, and it was so, so cool. So please, please can we try something else too?” You make your final plea, bringing his hands up to his shoulders as you lock eyes, and he mulls the idea over in his brain.

Finally, she shrugs, lifting his hands to the zipper on his jacket. “Salmon.”

“See you always fight me on the-” your brain stutters when it registers his words, “- salmon? Really?” And he nods at your enthusiasm, and when you finally get your yes, you don’t really know what to do. You never considered getting this far, and your brain goes into overdrive as he zips down his jacket to reveal his adorable cheeks and lips, the ones you rarely get to see if ever. It makes you giddy with excitement, and the words find their way back to spilling from your mouth. “Maybe, maybe, we can try this thing where I like pretend I’m not into it and don’t want it but you, like, force me to do stuff anyways by telling me I have to, and then like you get off on me doing the stuff and I get off on pretending to not want to do it-” Your eyes are dancing at the top of your lids, looking off into the ceiling as you consider the possibilities. 

As you speak, he sits on the couch, leaning back and watching you ramble on and on, until finally, he stops you.

“Kneel.”

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Kinkvember Day 21 - Facesitting / Putting On Make-up

For Kinkvember day 21!

Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB!reader, female reader, facesitting, oral f-receiving, m-masturbation, PV sex, doggy style, mirror sex, drooling/spitting, unprotected creampie, multiple orgasms, praise kink, cum eating, pet names (so many, mostly beautiful girl & good girl)

18+ Minors DNI!

More (explicit) under the cut!

Nanami insisted on putting a mirror behind your bed to “make the room look bigger”. You’re not stupid, obviously guessing his true intentions, but you couldn’t figure out for the life of you why it wasn’t above the bed but instead hanging above the headboard until right now, on this fateful date night. You grip the architectural ledge of the expensive headboard attached to your wall with white knuckles, your abdominal muscles clenching tight at the undeniable pleasure in between your legs, as Nanami pulls your hips down onto his face again. 

You had set up your make up on the headboard, using the mirror to apply each layer with careful precision. It was more comfortable to sit in bed and do your face than it was to stand in the cold bathroom, so most days you preferred this set up. Tonight, you were getting ready for a beautiful dinner at a surprise restaurant with your fiancé Nanami Kento when he walked in on a sight to behold. You kneeling on your messily made bed in nothing but the black, lacy lingerie you adorned yourself in for the “dessert” after the date night, with your mouth dropped open in a big, sultry “o” as you brushed mascara along your lashes.

You didn’t even realize he was there watching you until you heard him unbuckle his belt from the doorway.

Now, he lays between your legs, gripping your hips with one hand to guide you to ride his face and gripping his length in the other hand, stroking himself in long, fast movements. You stare at yourself in the mirror, your eyes hazed out and unfocused and your mouth still gaping open, drool slowly pooling and starting to drip out the side of your mouth thanks to the pleasure coursing through your veins. The mascara you had expertly applied is now smeared around your eyes. Even if you wanted to get ready, you don’t think you could override the burning need to hump your hips against Kento’s tongue until you cum. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my God,” You whine out as his tongue slithers inside of you, and you bear down on his face to force him deeper, wiggling with reckless abandon and letting small gasps and moan escape your lips as the tip of his tongue explores your walls, pressing in all the right places. He moans into you as you use his face, and the deep vibrato of his voice sends a shock of pleasure through you. 

His nose nestles against your clit, and you throw your head back when you can feel one of those good, deep, mind-blowing Nanami only orgasms threatening itself in your core. Your bliss is interrupted by slick sounds behind you, and you set your gaze on the mirror again, looking behind you at Nanami pulling at his own length. He’s added his other hand now, stroking and teasing and squeezing in the ways he likes, and he’s gleaming with wet pre-cum just at the taste and thought of you, and now the drool in your mouth is dripping down your chin to your chest at the view.

You watch him masturbate, fucking yourself on his face, and with each nudge of your clit, you’re closer and closer to the edge of release. Briefly, he takes one of the hands working on his length and slaps your ass hard, the sound echoing through your room, and it shakes you hard enough that your grip on the headboard slips. You cry out at the beautiful pain, it stinging you all the way to the warmth of your core, and you can feel yourself throb around Nanami’s tongue deep inside you. He lifts you a little of his face to gasp in a breath and bring his tongue back to your clit, flicking hard to put the focus there.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl fucking my face like this. So wet for me, so sweet for me. You taste so good, beautiful girl,” he babbles between licks and sucks of your sensitive bundle of nerves, and it makes your lips quiver as you let out rouge whimpers of his name as he praises you. It makes you move your hips faster, wanting his words to warm your skin the way his tongue warms your cunt.  “I could come just from this, baby girl.”

Continued on AO3...

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Kinkuary Day 30 - Edgeplay / Edging

For Kinkuary day 30!

Daiki Aomine x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB!reader, female reader, edging/edgeplay, mutual masturbation, pillow humping, voyeurism, exhibitionism, pet name (darling, baby, babe), he doesn't cum, edging the reader, softdom!Aomine kinda

18+ Minors DNI!

More under the cut

“You want me to do what?” You ask, nearly incredulous, as you place your shoes next to the door, your keys in the dish, and your big winter coat on the hook. Your boyfriend, Daiki Aomine, stares back at you from the kitchen with sandwich in hand.

"I said I want to watch you masturbate,” He says around another bite of sandwich, like it’s as easy as asking how your day was or what you wanted to watch on TV this evening.

“Well, the first way you said it was way more horny,” You suck your teeth and flutter into your shared apartment and start flipping through the mail sitting on the counter across from him, “Also, I just walked in the door. Whatever happened to hi? Maybe a hello? And as for your request, no absolutely not. Denied.” You don’t even spare him a side glance.

“Why?” He licks a drip of oil off the back of his hand, refusing to take his eyes off of your face, studying the blush that is creeping into your skin.

“Because that’s embarrassing,” You scoff, squinting at the return address on one of the envelopes.

“I heard you last night when I came home late.”

Now you look up at him, meeting his challenging gaze, and your blush just gets worse. “Why didn’t you come in then?”

“You sounded like you were enjoying being alone,” He mutters in a playful tone, his eyebrows climbing his forehead and his eyes finally breaking away from yours.

“I would’ve had more fun with you.”

“I want to see what you do in your natural habitat. Maybe I’ll pick up a few pointers or something,” He’s changed his tactic, seemingly mostly uninterested as he starts to wash his plate in the sink.

“Well, unfortunately for you, you can’t because-” You cut yourself off as it dawns on you that you’re not sure you want to share this information with him. It’s way too embarrassing to admit to him out loud; he teases you over such small things already, so why give him any more ammunition? You try to shrug at him, but now you can feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of your head. You’ve given him a taste of interesting information, and now he won’t leave you alone until you tell him what you were going to say.

He hates secrets.

“Darling, what was that?” He asks, trying to add a sweetness to his tone, but it feels fake, an aspartame aftertaste in your throat as you steep in your embarrassment.

“Nothing. You just can’t. It’s not the same.”

“You were going to say something,” He says, coming out of the kitchen and approaching you slowly, his arms crossed across his chest as he studies your body, shrinking away from him. 

“Just that. Nothing else.”

“Because why?” He leans into your space, now uncomfortably close and pushing you gently into the counter, an eyebrow quirked at you. He’s flustering you, and you feel the edge of the counter pushing into your back as you try to give yourself space to breathe, but soon both of his hands come down onto the counter, trapping you in his space. He smiles down at you.

“Just because,” You squeak, eyes wide, and you press your hand to his chest to try to give yourself space.

“Darling, please tell me,” His voice is low, and he knows just the switch to flip to melt you and fluster you and mix you up and overwhelm you and get you to tell him things.

“I exclusively use pillows, okay!” You admit, your body red and hot with embarrassment. He squints, trying to process your confession, before understanding melts his face into a teasing, intrigued smirk.

“Even better,” He says, his voice still low, before he closes the distance between you two, the kiss one of the softest he’s ever placed on your lips, and it tastes like convincing you to try something new.

So that’s how you find yourself standing in just your panties in the middle of your room, staring at Daiki sitting across from you on the long edge of the bed, leaning against the wall with his feet planted firmly on the mattress, still fully clothed, and a single pillow sitting between you two.

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Kinktober Day 3 - Hate Fucking / Thigh Riding

For Kinktober day 3!

Sukuna Ryomen x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB reader, thigh riding, spitting, PV sex, hate fucking, body swap, degradation, swearing, slapping/impact play, biting, unprotected, name calling, dacryphilia, light cheating (kinda?), choking

18+ MINORS DNI

More under the cut!

The painful sting of your palm is harsh enough to static out the panic that is frying the neurons in your brain as you watch Sukuna rub at his jaw in shock. You don’t usually make it a habit to slap the shit out of people you despise - even people you despise as much as you despise Sukuna - but the string of obscene swear words that fell from your mouth overtook your body and before you knew it, your open palm was swinging with all of its might towards his cheek, and the strike reverberated hard through both of you before you could stop yourself.

See, you have no allegiance to this…thing masquerading as a human. Your allegiance was to your long time boyfriend, Yuuji Itadori, and unfortunately, the two of them came as a package deal, one that only seemed to ever inconvenience you. Sukuna had a habit of showing up at the worst possible times. When you had Yuuji meet your parents for the first time, it wasn’t until the overhead light of the chandelier in your family home’s entryway hit his eye just right that you realized Sukuna had taken over just to fuck shit up, and now your mom prays nightly that you’ll find a “good man” unlike your current boyfriend sooner rather than later. Or when Yuuji was your plus one to your best friend’s wedding, and then Sukuna showed up too many drinks into the night and ended up causing thousands of dollars of damage to the venue for the bride and groom. And you two don’t even discuss the time Sukuna took over during that cruise you booked months in advance that caused both of you to be banned from maritime activities in the Pacific Ocean.

Needless to say, Sukuna solely exists to ruin your life.

So tonight, when all you wanted was to celebrate your anniversary with Yuuji at the way too nice restaurant that you made reservations at on your last anniversary, when Sukuna takes over with that sly fucking smile and that I’m-better-than-you squint, something in your brain finally snaps. That’s how you end up standing in your dimly lit apartment, hand burning in pain, and a red mark appearing on Sukuna’s cheek. 

Oh my God, he’s going to kill me. You think to yourself in the molasses slow moments that tick between him popping his jaw and locking eyes with you. 

You’ve never given much thought to how you were going to die, and you’re not the protagonist of a wildly successful young adult fantasy romance novel from the early 2000s, so now’s not the time to wax poetic. In fact, the only thing going through your mind as you feel Sukuna grip your neck and throw you back against the nearest wall hard enough to shake the pictures from their nails is that Yuuji is going to wake up, regain control of his body, come back to the moment to rescue you only to see your lifeless body on the floor. He’ll blame himself forever, and it is the saddest thought you’ve ever had.

“You fucking bitch,” Sukuna all but screeches at you, and a fire ignites behind his eyes, burning with fury you’ve never seen from him. He’s usually so calm, so cocky in his strength, but something about you seemed to have set him off as much as he set you off.

Continued on AO3...

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* ~~ Fic Masterlist ~~ *

Here's the list of all my writing, separated first by show/fandom then by character within that show.

*** indicates NSFW content

Jujutsu Kaisen (jjk)

Multi-Character Headcanons & One-Shots

i wanna hear you *** jjk men and how they sound in bed

Satoru Gojo

Anything You Do To My Floor, I'll Do To You *** Sub!Satoru Gojo x AFAB!Domme!Reader

Scrabble Is Eternal *** Poly!Satosugu x AFAB!Reader

If It's In A Threeway *** CuckBF!Satoru Gojo x Professor!Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Losing Their Bet *** BestFriend!Satoru Gojo x AFAB!Reader

Shirley Temples and Steak Dinners Satoru Gojo x Nanami Kento

Nanami Kento

Playing Innocent *** Boyfriend!Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

If It's In A Threeway *** CuckBF!Satoru Gojo x Professor!Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Bare Faced *** Fiancé!Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Family Recipe *** Husband!Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Shirley Temples and Steak Dinners Nanami Kento x Satoru Gojo

Sukuna Ryomen

Allegiance *** Sukuna Ryomen x AFAB!Reader (hate sex, part 1)

Double Crossed *** Sukuna Ryomen x AFAB!Reader (dumbification & dubcon, part 2)

You Have A Secret *** Sukuna Ryomen x AFAB!Reader (soft Sukuna, part 3)

Toji Fushiguro

The Shirt Off Your Back *** Roommate!Toji Fushiguro x AFAB!Reader

Boyfriend Material *** Boyfriend!Toji Fushiguro x AFAB!Reader

Suguru Geto

An Assistant's Schedule *** Boss!Cult Leader!Suguru Geto x Assistant!AFAB!Reader

All's Fair *** Suguru Geto x AFAB!Reader

Scrabble Is Eternal *** Poly!Satosugu x AFAB!Reader

Shooting Blanks *** Boyfriend!Suguru Geto x AFAB!Reader

Shoko Ieiri

In Your Dreams *** BestFriend!Shoko Ieiri x AFAB!Reader

Toge Inumaki

Tuna Mayo *** Boyfriend!Toge Inumaki x AFAB!Reader

Yuta Okkotsu

We Did The Monster Mash *** Stranger!Yuta Okkotsu x CursedSpirit!Rika Orimoto x AFAB!Reader

Naruto

Kakashi Hatake

The Night Shift *** ANBU!Kakashi Hatake x Prostitute!GN!Reader (part 1)

Hopefully, Just Like Normal *** ANBU!Kakashi Hatake x Prostitute!GN!Reader (part 2)

Shikamaru Nara

Commitment *** KindaBoyfriend!Shikamaru Nara x AFAB!Reader

Parent's Approval *** Stranger!BadBoy!Shikamaru Nara x Innocent!AFAB!Reader

Hashirama Senju

Untouched *** Star Crossed Lovers!Hashirama Senju x GN!Reader

Neji Hyuuga

A Brat On A Mission *** Team Leader!Neji Hyuuga x Shinobi!AFAB!Reader

Fruits Basket

Hatori Sohma

Lock & Key *** Boyfriend!Hatori Sohma x AFAB!Reader

Shigure Sohma

Best Friend's Dad *** Best Friend's Dad!Shigure Sohma x Virgin!AFAB!Reader

Free!

Rin Matsuoka

In The Deep End *** Ex!Rin Matsuoka x GN!Reader

For The Team *** Captain!Rin Matsuoka x Free Use!GN!Reader

Haikyuu!!

Koshi Sugawara

All Dressed Up With No Where To Go *** Boyfriend!Koshi Sugawara x AMAB!Reader

Asahi Azumane

Keeping Track *** Boyfriend!Asahi Azumane x AFAB!Reader

Given

Akihiko Kaji

Fantasize *** Ex!Akihiko Kaji x GN!Reader

Kuroko No Basket (KNB)

Aomine Daiki

Delaying Gratification *** Boyfriend!Aomine Daiki x AFAB!Reader

Benched *** Aomine Daiki x Haizaki Shogo x Kise Ryota

Kagami Taiga

The Stranger From The Bar *** Stranger!Professional Basketball Player!Kagami Taiga x AFAB!Reader

Study Break *** Virgin!Best Friend!Kagami Taiga x AFAB!Reader

Kise Ryota

Benched *** Kise Ryota x Haizaki Shogo x Aomine Daiki

Haizaki Shogo

Benched *** Haizaki Shogo x Kise Ryota x Aomine Daiki

Attack On Titan (aot)

Levi Ackerman

In Our Bedroom After The War Levi Ackerman x Erwin Smith

Erwin Smith

In Our Bedroom After The War Levi Ackerman x Erwin Smith

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Kinkcember Day 28 - Mommy & Daddy / Body Worship

For Kinkcember day 28!

Azumane Asahi x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB!Reader, female reader, established relationship, body worship, praise kink, multiple orgasms referenced, some foot stuff, fingering, oral f-receiving, dry humping, PV sex, mommy&daddy, other pet names (baby), unprotected, cum inside

18+ Minors DNI!

More (explicit) under the cut!

Drops of sweat prickle on your forehead as you pant in an attempt to catch your breath after an incredible orgasm, your head resting on the soft pillows of your boyfriend’s bed. The moonlight glowing in the room is being drowned out by the yellow light of his beside table, and tingles are still trembling your leg as Azumane Asahi’s own shallow breaths tickle your thigh. His cheek is pressed to the sensitive skin there on your inner thigh, his face and neck a bright pink and his eyelashes fluttering closed as he tries to regain his composure. 

Asahi had spent the first few months of your relationship trying to “serenade you” without sex, which you thought was code for make you fall in love with him so you wouldn’t be disappointed by his poor performance in bed. The lack of sex really tested your patience, but you tried to stay satiated with the romantic dates and gifts and little notes every morning you woke up and the way he’d stare at you in your dresses and skirts. Honestly, it was kind of starting to work, and you were shocked when you looked up and it had almost been 8 months since you’d last been with anyone, and you were barely missing it.

Then, for your birthday a few weeks ago, Asahi suggested you come home with him, and as he does, he sat down with you at his dining room table, your hand in his, and asked if you felt comfortable enough to finally have sex with him. You didn’t even let him finish his sentence before you were straddling his lap with your tongue down his throat. 

And thankfully you were pleasantly surprised! Turns out he wasn’t trying to make up for something he may have been lacking.

Now, you two fuck like rabbits, near constantly. It’s like a completely new honeymoon phase, one filled with multiple orgasms a night.

Asahi, his hair down and tickling the skin on your hip, throws his arm out to reach the bedside table and grabs a pen from the drawer. He marks two short lines on his wrist before replacing the pen in the drawer. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, still out of breath, but he just smiles his bright white smile up at you and places a soft kiss on your thigh. 

“Nothing you need to worry about right now.”

“That makes me super suspicious,” You laugh around a pant, and he laughs with you, starting to run a hand up and down your other thigh. 

“You’re so soft,” He murmurs, watching his hand brush against you, and you can feel his words start to warm your face up. He was always so complimentary, but he lays it on thick in bed when you’re just laying here like this. It was so surprising to you - how vocal he was about your beauty while inside you - but you can’t say you don’t like it. In fact, you think it might make your orgasms better, but you still need a little more data on that hypothesis.

“Thank you,” You whisper, putting your hand in his hair and brushing the strands away from his sweat sticky skin, and he nuzzles into your touch, moving to kiss up by your hip. His other hand drags up your leg to your other hip and squeezes you there tightly. 

“And your curves make me drool thinking about them,” His voice is low, grumbling, yet playful, and as he rolls his eyes in exaggeration, he also smirks at you. “I especially love how your breasts seem perfectly sized for my hands.” He reaches up to punctuate his thought with a soft caress and quick pinch of your nipples. You twitch at the sensation.

“I’m still sensitive, Asahi,” You mutter through teeth, shivering the feeling out of your body, but your admittance just makes him smile more. 

“I know,” He whispers against your skin, his breath hot and wet as he pinches your nipple again, and your whole body shocks at the feeling. 

“How rude,” You murmur, but you settle in a little when you feel his hand drag back down the side of your body, squeezing you at the waist under his big hands. 

“I can’t keep my hands to myself when you’re just so beautiful, my love,” He whispers, kissing sloppier kisses against your skin until he decides to push up on his knees, taking your leg under his arm and propping your ankle up on his shoulder so your toes point to the ceilings. The stretch deep in your thigh makes you giggle and wiggle under him until he’s pressing his lips to the bottom of your feet. “All of you is so pretty.”

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Study Break - Kagami Taiga x Reader

Did I mention KNB brainrot because it is real, and it's keeping me up at night. Losing my mind over here.

Title: Study Break

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:

Alternate Universe - College/University, Older reader, Older Woman/Younger Man, Younger Taiga Kagami, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Condoms, Missionary Position, Taiga Kagami calls you baby girl, Friends to Lovers

Characters & ships: Kagami Taiga x AFAB!Reader

Word count: 4.5k words

“Wait, you’re being serious.” Your mouth is stuck between gaped open in surprise and smirking at the incredible goldmine of embarrassing information you just realized about your newest best friend, Taiga Kagami. “Never? Not once?”

“N-no, but-” He stammers, but you laugh to cut him off.

“Have you even seen a vagina before?”

“Of course I have!” He snaps, glaring at you from his own spot on your tiny twin-sized bed. “I just…have never….I’ve…” He trails off, and you stare at him with high eyebrows waiting for some sort of explanation. “I’ve never-”

“Fucked one?”

“I’ve, like, eaten girls out! But-”

“Okay, okay, I’m getting the picture,” You laugh again, holding up your hands to stop him because if his face gets any redder, you’re afraid he might pop.

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Kinkuary Day 31 - Monster Fucking

For Kinkuary day 31!

Yuta Okkotsu x cursedspirit!Rika Orimoto x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB!reader, female reader, monster fucking, intoxication, oral f-receiving, oral m-receiving, facesitting, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation m-receiving, PV sex, unprotected sex, strangers to lovers, cum inside

And with that, the Kinktober 2023 season comes to a close!!!!

18+ Minors DNI

More Under The Cut!

"I like your Halloween costume,” You yell, slurring a little, as you lean across the kitchen counter in the loud house party you’ve been at all night. The man - barely, if you are being honest - looks back at you with surprise in his eyes. He’s dressed in a very fitted outfit, a white jacket and blue slacks, and is gripping the strap of a weapon harness with the grip of a katana sticking out the back. Above him, a looming gray mass stares down at you, an intricate, unblinking puppet with the largest teeth you’ve ever seen, and it seems to be attached to his shoulder from the way it’s sitting. It must weigh a ton, and you can’t help the fact that your eyes keep glancing up to it.

The music at the party is almost too loud and the drinks almost too strong for you to hear his response, but you lean in a little closer to make out the words. “My costume?”

You smile then. “Yeah! That puppet thing is really cool! Did you make it?” You ask, pointing up at the gray figure, and now it’s teeth are dripping with some sort of water feature. “It must have taken you forever.”

“My puppet?” He seems confused before he’s turning slightly and staring at the thing nearly hovering above him, and when he brings his eyes back to yours, he is less confused and more shocked. “You can see her.”

“Of course I can! She’s kind of taking up the whole party,” You laugh, sipping down the sloshing liquid in your fourth - fifth? - red solo cup full of who knows what. This thing puts your angel wings and tiny sequin dress to shame. “What are you supposed to be?”

He considers your face for a moment before putting his hand on your arm and pushing the drink away from your mouth. “This isn’t a costume.”

“What?”

“This isn’t a costume!”

“What?!” You yell, the music feeling like it gets louder every time he tries to talk to you. He shakes his head and leans in further.

“I’m Yuta Okkotsu,” He finally relents, putting his hand out, and you can hear this one.

“Yuta Okkotsu, nice name,” You lean in yourself, and for you, it’s not about how well he can hear you. While the first thing you noticed about this guy was the giant puppet thing he had, the second and more important thing was just how unbelievably attractive he was. You offer your own hand and name to him, and soon, your fingers are lingering against his as you give him a polite smile. “Yuta Okkotsu, what do you do for work?”

Work seems to be a touchy subject because all he’s able to do is open and close his mouth over and over again for a long while. “It’s a long story,” He says after a moment, looking down at where your hands are touching, and the mysterious act is starting to grind your gears a little bit, but you’ve done a lot worse for some mediocre dick with fewer drinks in your system. No one can ever say you’re not determined.

“I’m still in school,” You hiccup a little, “Masters degree.”’

“Wow. In?”

“Whatever will make me the most attractive,” You smile deviously, quirking an eyebrow at him as your fingers come up his arm a little bit. 

The way you’re being so forward brings a blush to his face that softens his features; it makes him look quite young, and you wonder for a minute if he’s younger than you are. Before you can talk yourself out of pursuing him further, though, you hear a sharp hiss from above. You glance back up at the puppet on his shoulder, and either the drinks are really hitting you hard now or she got closer to you. It seems her teeth are now dripping with saliva down onto you, and it sends a cold chill down your spine and makes your breath catch in your throat. You’re close to dipping, bowing out, when his hand finds your arm. His touch is gentle, and it brings you back to him, down to Earth. He’s smiling softly at you when you finally look at him.

“Would you like to go upstairs?”

Easy is as easy does or whatever that saying is.

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Kinkcember Day 27 - Foodplay

For Kinkcember day 27!

Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB!Reader, female reader, established relationship, foodplay, dry humping, oral f-receiving, hickeys, a lot of tongue stuff, PV sex, cumming inside, unprotected sex, kitchen sex

18+ Minors DNI

More Under The Cut!

With the cherry firmly placed between your lips, the plump, red flesh puckering and pouting softly around the just as red and freshly washed skin of the fruit, you are too distracted by trying not to choke on a rouge pit to notice the way Nanami Kento is squeezing his thighs together in anticipation, eyes glued to your face. 

You’re standing in the kitchen of your home, waiting by the oven for the last few minutes on the family recipe snickerdoodles to ding away. Your house had been turned into your own personal workshop over the last few days. You absolutely insisted on hosting a company party at your humbly large and welcoming house for your husband’s holiday get together. Kento really didn’t want you to feel you were obligated to host anything; in fact, he’d prefer keeping his work life separate from his home life, but you wanted to be the perfect, doting housewife all of his coworkers could be jealous of, so you promised Kento you just wanted to find a reason to use your standing mixer and spend money on new holiday decorations, and this was the perfect opportunity. 

He usually doesn’t say no to you, and this time was no different.

Now, guests are scheduled to arrive in about an hour, the house is lit under the warm yellow lights of holiday decor with enough poinsettias to legally classify your house as a plant nursery, the finger food hors d’oeuvres are already sitting ready next to the tended bar in the piano room and open entry way, the light classical Christmas music is serenading the empty living room, and you are putting the finishing touches on the expansive dessert grazing table you set up in the dining room. Your dress shimmers beautifully under the lights, hugging your curves in all the right ways, your hair is perfectly coiffed to show off the real gold and diamond earrings Kento gifted you on your first anniversary, and your make up is placed and set perfectly on your face. The snickerdoodles will still be steaming, warm and soft, as the first guests walk through the door.

Everything is exactly perfect.

And Kento has had a bird’s eye view of your party planning and execution over the last few weeks. He was put in charge of running the menial errands you simply didn’t have time for as your poured over recipes and decor plans and playlists and invitations, and he didn’t mind being your lackey around the house for a little bit. He’d even argue that watching you be so meticulous with something you were so passionate about perfecting was endearing, and his heart beat a little faster every time he saw you lost in thought, your tongue poking out between your lips, as you planned and planned and planned.

And now the time has finally come, and you’re eating cherries out of a bowl in the kitchen, and you have smudges of melted chocolate from the fondue fountain on your fingers that he desperately wants to lick off, and he needs to figure something out soon because he will not be greeting his boss into his home with the painful bulge that has risen in his slacks.

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Kinktober Day 8 - Breeding

For Kinktober day 8!

Shikamaru Nara x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB reader, substance use, dry humping, breeding kink, pussy slapping, unprotected, creampie, playful degradation/name calling, stomach bulge

18+ MINORS DNI

More under the cut!

The room is cloaked in a thick cloud of hazy smoke and late night, intimate debauchery. The two of you sit on your bed, his feet planted on the floor and your legs lazily around his waist with one over his lap and one pushing up against his back as you lean in close to his face, using his shoulder to keep yourself up. Your eyelids are heavy, but you watch Shikamaru pull another drag into his mouth before holding the lit joint above his head and out of his way, leaning into to kiss you with an open mouth. Your tongues swirl together as you inhale the smoke from his mouth, both of you letting streams float out your noses to join the cloud above you. 

His hand grips your waist, and the feel of his skin against yours as he pushes your shirt out of the way is intoxicating. Well, maybe it’s the actual intoxication of your cross-fade settling into your veins, into your bones, that feels intoxicating, but you can’t deny that his calloused fingers against your soft skin feels really fucking good right now.

You and Shikamaru aren’t really interested in the labels of it all. It’s never really been worth it to you both; you don’t shy away when someone calls him your boyfriend, you’re not shocked and confused, but you two haven’t sat down and made anything official, even though you’ve been pretty much exclusive for a couple of months. Honestly, you’d be surprised if you ever have a conversation. It feels much more likely that he’ll slowly just move in, staying longer and longer each time, living lives together for years until one day you wake up with a ring box on your night stand, something more symbolic than actually legally binding. 

The truth is that you two are terrified of the concept of commitment but not so much the practice of it, but that’s another thing you two have never said to each other.

He pulls off the joint one more time, his inhale deep enough to push his chest out and jostle your languid body leaning against him, before pressing the bud into the ashtray sitting on your nightstand. As his lips meet yours again, he presses into you a little bit more, pushing your non-resistant body back onto the bed. He twists to lay his body between your legs, his weight comforting as you breath in the smoke pouring from his mouth. It’s all making your head float, his lips devouring yours and his other hand dragging tingles from your hips to your ass to the backs of your thighs. Your knees press into the sides of his waist, and he smiles against your mouth, making you both giggle at nothing in particular.

The slow making out turns to heavier breathing and panting and petting until his hand reaches towards the drawer of your nightstand, and even though that’s a good idea, a great idea even, you reach your hand out to intertwine your fingers with his, intercepting him from grabbing the protection easily stored so close by. You both smile at the implication, but his turns into a groan.

“That’s a terrible idea, and you know it,” He whispers between soft, slow kisses, and you whine, arching your back to press yourself into him.

“I know, I know, but what if-”

“Yeah, what if, play that scenario through your head,” He cuts you off, but all of his teasing, all of his jeering, feels playful, like he’s politely refusing such a terrible idea for just long enough so that he doesn’t seem eager.

You do let the scenario play through your mind. It’s the thrill of unobstructed, unprotected, deep intimacy that calls you to that terrible idea. There is no larger a commitment than life, creating a life, and the thought of what happens after is terrifying because neither of you are really sure where you fall. However, that’s part of the enjoyment; the feeling of panic deep in your stomach from a small pink plus sign feels so far away that the panic almost feels like excitement, like your nerves on fire, like desire.

“Please?” You whine again, almost begging, pulling his hand still intertwined with yours above your head and peppering kisses all over his cheeks and chin and neck. He laughs again, letting his eyes roll up to the ceiling to stretch his neck out for your hungry lips.

“You are such a fucking whore. I love it,” He mutters under his breath, a hint of laugh on his raspy, smoky voice, and the playfulness suggests you’re going to get your way. A moan hitches in your throat as you wrap your legs tightly around his waist before he changes his mind. 

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Kinktober Day 17 - Body Modifications & Spanking

For Kinktober day 17!

Shikamaru Nara x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB!reader, female reader, stranger sex, protected/condom, spanking, tattoos/piercings, oral f-receiving, PV sex (missionary), uptight mother, badboy!Shikamaru, undefined age gap, pet names (darling), explicit consent

18+ Minors DNI

More under the cut!

You trace the dark lines of each image that decorates the tan skin on his arms. The tattoos flex and bend every time he moves, and when you finally glance back up at his face, he’s grinning down at you, watching you mesmerized by the art bled into his being. The bright light of the room glints off the metal bedazzled into his face. 

“My mother would hate you,” you laugh softly, turning your attention back to tracing the patchwork designs on his skin, moving from his arm to his thigh, just above the knee. You’ve cuddled yourself into the crook of his arm, and his own fingers are softly trailing your unadorned skin on your upper arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. A laugh falls from his lips, but you’re distracted from the sound by the light that bounces off the metal in his mouth, on his tongue.

“Yeah, I’ve never been one to bring home,” He sighs out the air in his lungs at the end, watching your hands on his legs. “But that’s never really been my goal.”

You were new to college, having left your small hometown for a university in the big city a few hours away much to your mother’s chagrin, but you were even newer to picking up random, older men from the bar. Yet, just a few hours ago, you were a few tequila shots deep when this man who generally looked like bad news was making eyes across the bar at you. The liquid courage sloshing around inside of you coaxed you over to him, and as you pulled out the barstool next to him, he gave you an impressed and intrigued look through his long eyelashes.

“You keep looking at me. What gives?” Your words slurred even as you tried your hardest to stay clear and enunciated, and it made the mystery man giggle.

“You’re just cute,” He let his eyes slide up and down you body, making you feel hot, “Plus, you’re asking for trouble in a place like this looking like that.”

“That’s a gross thing to say.”

“I’m saying it because I’m not the only guy who has had his eyes on you all night,” He glanced around the room, and you suddenly felt like there were a million eyes watching your every move, like prey in the dark, dense jungle.

“I think I should go home,” You mumbled and tried to stumble out of your chair, but the stranger grabs your arm before you can leave.

“That’s the worst possible option right now,” he ushered you back into your seat and waved over the bartender. “I’m going to get you some water, and we’re going to sit here until you’ve sobered up. Then you can go home.”

And that’s what you did. You and this stranger - you learn through conversation that his name is Shikamaru - sat and talked for hours, only drinking water and chewing nervously through a whole bowl of salted peanuts. His voice would grovel a chuckle out when you told jokes, and it would make your face flush with a blush and a smile. He told you about what he does, what he did before, what he wants to do after, and every word to fall from his mouth was so interesting. And he treated every word to fall from your mouth like gospel, paying attention to you and only you as you told your own stories. Soon, the lights came on in the bar, it was closing time, and you were fully sobered up, so when he asked if you wanted a ride home on his bike, you felt fully comfortable asking if he wanted to come home with you.

Since a dorm room wasn’t exactly the most glamorous option, you two decided to go back to his place.

Now, you lay with him, cuddled in his bed, no move having been made yet between the two of you, and the sun will likely start peeking over the horizon soon, but you have no desire to sleep or leave or stop whatever you have going on with this man.

Your mom would really hate this.

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Kinkvember Day 22 - Panties / Choking

For Kinkvember day 222!

Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB!reader, female reader, bestfriend!Gojo, panty stealing, oral m-receiving, light bondage/restraint, heavy choking, pussydrunk!Gojo, love confession, PV Sex, body shots, lying/not truthful

18+ Minors DNI!

More under the cut!

You are almost 100% convinced that your best friend Satoru Gojo is stealing your panties.

You’re not one to throw around these accusations lightly, so of course, you’ve got a few pieces of evidence up your sleeve that you plan on confronting him with. 

First, Satoru is always at your place, even when you’re not there, which gives him unlimited access to your panty drawer. When you say he’s your best friend, you mean that he is truly your best friend, your ride or die, your day one. He is the only person who has ever had a key to your apartment because he is the only one you have ever trusted to have that kind of access to your life. You’ve come home from work to find him lounging in you bed, watching the big TV you have hanging on your wall with one of your probiotic sodas in hand, and it’s never surprised you. While this is just an aspect of your friendship that you have no intention of changing, it does mean he is frequently at the scene of the crime without any supervision.

Second, in one of your many, late night, after 2am sleepover talks as the lights were dim and you were both laying in bed whispering under the covers, he admitted that he was into lingerie and panties to a kink-like degree. When you asked him what he meant, he turned away from you and laughed, trying to hide the way he was blushing, but he finally explained. Seeing women in little lingerie pieces or getting peeks of their panties turns something off his brain, and it’s like his stomach fills with butterflies, and he just can’t help himself after that. You found yourself squirming a little in your own sleepwear, trying to make sure your shorts fully covered the tiny blue things you wore sometimes because they reminded you of his eyes, but eventually you were too distracted divulging your own kinks - you have a light restraint/choking thing that you’re embarrassed to admit to him -  to care. It’s not like he lost his mind when you fell asleep a little too close to him and woke up against his chest in the late morning sun, so you convinced yourself it probably wasn’t that bad.

Third, there was that one time that you were in his car, and you found what you were positive was your favorite pair of underwear that you had thought you lost at the gym a few weeks prior under the passenger seat. He covered for himself, telling you that one of his recent escapades left it for him as a trophy to remember her by, not that it worked because he couldn’t even give you a name. Normally, he’s not shy with the details until you cover your ears and scream to drown out his voice in your head, but this time, his ears got a bright pink, and he left it as vague as possible. There was a small twist of sadness in your gut when you read his tight lipped responses as a sign that he really liked this girl, but it melted away when he never mentioned her again. Now, you’re not sure that she even existed. 

Now, you’re staring in your panty drawer at the single-digit number of pairs you have left, and there’s no other explanation than him stealing them left and right. 

So you confront him.

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Kinktober Day 15 - Threesome

For Kinktober!

Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo x AFAB!Reader

Content warnings: AFAB!reader, female reader, threesome MMF, suggested cheating, oral m-receiving, oral f-receiving, anal m-receiving, unprotected, creampie, facesitting, namecalling, pet names, established relationship satosugu, multiple orgasms, handjob m-receiving, spanking, established friendship

18+ Minors DNI

More explicit under the cut

You recently found out that your best friends, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto, had started dating months ago behind your back. You weren’t hurt that they didn’t share it with you other than a little bit of sting when you realized that’s why you weren’t hanging out together as often and not your shared busy schedules. No, you weren’t hurt, but it was a little awkward. Not for any heinous reason; to be honest, you knew you were third wheeling for years, but you hadn’t realized they admitted their feelings for each other. The awkwardness, instead, was coming from the fact that you had been sleeping with both of them individually for about as long as they’ve been together.

It all started, at least on your side, earlier this year when Satoru bailed on plans to see the newest release in your favorite slasher film franchise. Suguru and you didn’t want to spend the evening alone, and the tickets had already been paid for, so you both figured you might as well go and leave Satoru to watch it on his own time. It was great, one that had more scares than the other films in the series, leaving you curled up with your knees to your chest in the theater chair and your hand gripping at Suguru’s arm. You couldn’t stop discussing theories or recalling the scariest parts on your way home, and he walked you inside to continue the conversation on the couch. One thing led to the other, your head comfortably in his lap as he pet your hair, listening to you talk and talk and talk, and then out of no where, he bent down, and he kissed you. He kissed you.

At first, you were knocked completely silent by the gesture for the first time ever, and as Suguru read your face, he started apologizing profusely for assuming and for bothering you and for making the friendship awkward, but you cut him off with your lips. The two of you laid there on the couch, wrestling with your tongues and panting into each other’s mouths, for a long time, the TV’s gray static the only light in the living room that late at night. It wasn’t until the TV auto-turned off way past midnight and Suguru’s hard leaking cock had soaked through his pants, staining your shirt, that you two finally moved it to the bedroom. The sex was slow and sensual and left the room hazy with lust. When you woke up in the morning, he was still lying next to you, watching you breathe in your sleep, and he called you the prettiest girl in the world. 

Now, whenever Satoru is busy with other things, you and Suguru use the time to play with each other’s bodies in soft, slow movements that would feel romantic if you thought about it too hard.

Your first time with Satoru happened a few weeks after that. This time, Suguru was the one to bail on dinner reservations at this new place that the three of you had been waiting to get into since the New Year. Satoru made it very clear he was not going to be going back to the bottom of that waitlist, so you two decided to go without him and bring him back something he’d like. All night over the candlelit table Satoru was making you laugh and blush with the way he tells stories. He always has that sly little smile on his face, but that night, it felt so much more personal and purposeful. You didn’t know the fluttering in your stomach was butterflies until you walked out of the restaurant in his jacket and he captured you in his arms under the glistening streetlights of the early year rain and let his lips find yours. The kiss felt like a burst, frantic, full of uncertain but needy energy, and when he pulled back, he checked your face for discomfort or shock, but all you could manage was chasing his lips into another kiss.

You two couldn’t even make it all the way home; he pulled over to the secluded area that could be considered your town’s “make-out point” but it feels poorly named considering what the two of you did there. You may have hit your head on the roof of the car a couple of times, but it was so hot, and it felt so naughty to ride him with the driver’s seat fully laid out. The way he let the sex color his face, contrasting his bright blue eyes and stark white hair, it made your knees knock together as you came undone in his lap over and over and over again. It was anything but soft and sensual; it was fast, it was dirty, it was loud and rough. When he dropped you off at home afterwards, you had to scurry inside to hide the fact that he had torn your dress in three different places, leaving you exposed.

So, naturally, whenever Suguru was busy, you and Satoru find increasingly interesting, albeit a little concerning, places to get down and dirty. He likes it fast and quick over and over, and you can’t complain at the way it makes your toes curl. 

And this was a comfortable arrangement. One that didn’t feel threatened at all the night that you needed to bail on the group plans of a half-hearted study sesh, and they decided to still meet up without you. 

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