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JEALOUSY JEALOUSY!

꒰ PAIRINGS : satoru gojo x reader, toji fushiguro x reader, kento nanami x reader.

꒰ SYNOPSIS : your boyfriend hates how sweet and friendly you are to others!! why cant you just be his :/ you should make it up to them for making them so jealous!!

꒰ TAGS : established relationships, dry humping, jealousy, petnames, rough and possessive behavior, overstimulation, degrading, doggy style, slut shaming, spanking, rough sex.

# — GOJO SATORU

Your back hits against the bed as satorus hand pushes you down. Heat gathering at your opened thighs which wrap around the man in front of you. He takes a sharp breath in, followed by a grunt when he grinds his covered length against your clothed cunt. Your wetness staining your underwear but he doesn't care.

He only cares about the way you smiled at geto, the way you laughed at his unfunny jokes. He only cares about showing you that you are his.

Whines fall from your bitten lips as he grips tight onto your hips, forcing you two to clash together sloppily. But still he was getting off to it. His grunts and mewls slipping past his anger sent a heat straight to your core. God, you loved his sounds.

"Fuck m-me, Satoru," you beg of him, pleading eyes as you look up at him. A hint of pout plastered on your lips. Your pleas go ignored as the white haired man continues to dry hump against you, not uttering a word.

Thats how you know you're fucked. Satoru was a yapper, especially in bed. Praise, degradation, rhetorical questions. The whole lot. But when he's slightly upset or angry he goes silent.

"Please," you gulp in a moan as his sharp teeth connect to your sensitive neck, biting the flesh harshly as if to say 'shut up'.

"Say. It." Satoru demands, growling in your ear as he thrusts his covered cock against your pussy. Humping the fabric as if his life depended on it. "Say, 'm y-yours"

"Y-yours!! All yours!" whimpers slip from you as his pace fastens, the harsh material catching on your clit which makes a loud, sharp moan echo around the room. His underwear covered in pre-cum as he humps against you pathetically. He needs you so badly his aching cock glows red. "yeah?"

Satoru questions, tilting his head into your scent, picking up the delicious perfume you spray on everyday. His eyes roll back at the smell, "smells so f-fucking good." He mutters under his breath to himself.

"now what was that 'bout me fucking you?"

# — KENTO NANAMI

“What's wrong, Ken?" you hum. His large hands roam your body, arching your back further. Your juicy ass is pressed up to his hardened length. You love this position from him. Loved how deep his cock travelled inside of you. Loved how his breath hitched when you arch your back further, your head buried in the pillow as your hands try to grip any part of him. you loved his rough hands that are always so gentle with you smoothing over your arse, slapping the skin softly - he would never harm you though. Always soft and gentle.

That's why you knew he was upset when he pushes you onto the bed, your claws trying to grab at him as he pushes his fat cock deep inside of you with no warning. You yelp loudly. “Ken!” 

“What?” he groans, almost bottoming out but he can't forget the way his coworker looked at you when you dropped off Kento's lunch. He can't forget the way you smiled at him. Kento Nanami would never call himself a jealous man. He knew you would never do anything but the way his coworker looked at you with such lust in his eyes - maybe he was a jealous man.

His hips pick up at a rough pace, slipping and sliding in and out of you. You hold onto the sheets below you, your nails almost snapping due to the tightness you were gripping. His heavy balls slap against your clit, stimulating you immediately. “W-what's wrong?" you stumble over your words as he brings a loud SLAP! To your plush ass.

“What's wrong?” he laughs out a scoff. "What's wrong is how- fucking- easy it is to get in your f-fucking pants!” you moan at his mean words, never in your entire relationship had kento been this horrible. It was doing something to you. He delivered yet another mean hit to your reddening skin. Yelping out loudly when he does it for a third time. Hips pick up at an evil pace, faster than you could ever take it. Your eyes fill with water as you could feel him in your lungs.

Kento pushes your back in a meaner arch, lifting your hips up to slap his hips against yours. Sliding from you just to pounce right back in in small plat plat plats. Sex fills the air, the scent fills your nose so strongly. Your eyes roll back as your breath is taken away. “Hahh-” you groan, nails scraping the sheets. Kento's angry breath is ragged as he thrusts deep into you, feeling your wet warmth wrapped around his mean cock. “Fucking slut” he scolds, “dirty girl.”

Heat clouds his mind, he plunges his dick so far into your wet hole. He hits the flesh of your ass one more time, skin wobbling against his rough actions. “K-ken!” you mewl out. Tears filter your sight. “A-all mine.” He groans with a plea. 

“All yours, Ken!! All yours, baby..."

# — TOJI FUSHIGURO

"Yeah? This w-what you fuckin' wanted? Huh?" His hrunts grew louder as his cock slipped out of you, pounding itself back in with a harsh pace. "Just needed a-an orgasm?" Toji questions, a raspy voice growling when he bites sharply onto your nipples. Scraping at the sensitive nub. You whine out loud as his hips thrust into yours with a punishing speed.

His calloused hands grip onto the soft plush on your chubby thighs. "Sorry, T-toji!" You squeal with a high volume. A large sniffle comes from you straight after when a large drop of wet droops down your face from your crying eyes. His mouth connects with yours. Sloppily kissing your lips with a rough passion. His teeth clank with yours a few times as he struggles to keep his pulsing cock in your wet heat, the tears that fall from your overstimulated cunt just slipping out his needy dick!

"Sorry?" the man who's currently pouding you into two scoffs, "Wasn't f-fuckin' sorry when you were f-flirting with fuckin' shiu." Your cunt tightens snuggly against his cock, enveloping him in your warmth. "Werent-" you moan loudly against his mouth while his tongue shoves deep into your mouth, tasting your saliva. Groaning at the sensation.

"Werent-" you tried to speak again but your breath was taken away by the harsh thrust, reaching so deep inside your little weak cunt. You mewl loudly, breath hitching. You moan into his mouth, and he swallows the sound eagerly, savoring every bit of it.

Then he slips himself out of you, parting your bodys - leaving you with an empty hole and a small wobble of your bottom lip. "Don't worry, gunna give you what you need." Coo's soothe you down.

He grips your thighs, pulling them up and folding you in half easily. You whine at the feeling of his hot hands smoothing all over you. Your knees are high to your chest, pushing your soft tits against your knees. You whine at the feeling of your nipples roughly moving against your skin.

He smirks down at you, his eyes full of love. "Just need to be f-fucked, huh?" Toji questions, his hands roaming your flesh, the skin of your thighs feeling so good underneath him. Your bodies fit together perfectly as he connects himself once more with you. Entering you punishingly.

You almost gag at the feeling of his cock pounding you so deeply. "Ahh!" he pulls out repetitive sounds from you, "Needy little thing."

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SCENARIOS ── ripped apart.

♯ PAIRINGS - john price x falsely accused reader x 141

♯ SYNOPSIS - tortured for information by your family and the person you loved, john price. you were harmed for something you hadn't even done, you were framed as the traitor and soon they would find out.

♯ TAGS - fluff (for once) - trauma, logan being a lil sweetheart, suggestions and mentions to your past.

─ previous chapter // masterlist // next chapter ─

Sharp breaths - in and out - as you look around the winding room. It's been a week since you saw Johnny, you haven't seen any of them so far. You never spoke to them before but you would see them standing outside your door, their shadow slipping underneath the door, or when John let himself inside and sat beside you. But this week you've been alone, no one was there. And honestly? It's been the best week of your life. 

You let the sheets fall down as you sit up, dazed. The seat beside you, lonely, stood there. You thought to yourself for a second. You missed the way the air hitched as you noticed John there, missed the way the air smelt like him. 

You despised how much you missed him. You hate the fact that he brings you a sense of comfort but then again, it's nice to feel comfort. Even if its from the man you hate the most - the man you wished would die, the man who put you through so much fucking pain. 

Ashamed in yourself you sigh, long breath escaping you when you look over at the door yet again. There's a shadow slipping through the door, the silhouette could only be one person – the man opens your door and gives you a cheeky smirk, “hi!” Logan smiles, letting himself into your room. You give him a hum in return.

Logan trots along excitedly, sitting in the loney chair, giving it and you company. “Heard bout what happened and i wanted to check on you” head tilting to the side as his eyes glint with amusement.

“Ah” you mumble. It's been weeks, months? Since you started to kinda trust Logan, you wouldn't speak to him, would never utter a word but you've gotten used to him. His smile and his silly humour. So overtime, he got more and more words out of you, your voice was slightly raspy. You clearly weren't used to talking that much. “Well… thanks.” you let out a slow mumble. 

“Mhmmm! So how are you? Has the twat bothered you?”

“Dont wanna talk about it” you mutter, eyes faced down onto your bedsheets, your mutilated hand gripping the white blanket.

It's quiet for a second but it feels like years. The silence overwhelming you. “Soo…” Logan utters, breaking the awkward, “since the doctors took my cards and we cant play snap, i dont have anymore games.” his eyebrows furrowed together, clearly irritated his precious cards was gone. “Wanna play like a word game?? Liikkkee truth or dare!” he says excitedly but it dies down when you give him a strange look. His face droops almost, “...or not cause that's for kids, obviously!”

You let out a slight, small huff in amusement, it's the closest you've been to a laugh since everything. “Howww about would you rather? Deep version” his eyebrows depart and wiggle around. You nod, thinking why not - not like you have anything else to do.

“Would you rather be blind or deaf.”

“This is deep?” you let out a scoff.

He rolls his eyes, “it'll get there.”

“Blind i think.” you look up at Logan, “what would you?” 

Logan thinks for a second as he huffs out a breath, “blind too, cause then i wouldn't be able to hear you.”

“You wouldn't be able to play snap or see me though” a chortle sounds from the two of you.

His eyes glisten slightly as he looks at you with a quirk in his lips, “you've JUST started talking to me though and i want to continue hearing your voice. “

You simply don't reply. 

“Would you ratherrrr lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones?” he asks with a kink in his eyebrows. He brings his leg up and crosses it over the other as you scowl at him. “Arent, I meant to ask one?”

“No, I wanna ask!!” 

“Okay, lose all my old memories.”

He looks at you with an intrigue, “oh? That was quick. Why?” 

You murmur in response, “I'd have a better future.” you offer him not much of an explanation but he seemed okay with that by the way he shrugged. “Hmm I would too, just cause I like meeting new people. Plus I'd forget about the fat holes in my stomach, youchhh! That hurt like a bitchh!”

Despite your best efforts, a silent laugh slips from you. Logan beams at that, his eyes practically lighting up at your curved lips. “Would you rathherrr know when or how you’re going to die?” 

“Huh, uhm when.”

“Hmmm? Wouldn't that be scary though, like a countdown?”

“Atleast id know, its kinda like–... it's basically a count down anyways you just don't know”

“Damn” Logan sits up straight, smiling a little at you. “Yeahh id pick that too.”

Rounds go by, where Logan would ask random questions. Some were silly like would you rather have a mullet or be bald, then some were strangely deep. 

Hes sat with his legs crossed on the once alone chair, and you're sat up against the cold pillows of your bed. The sheets pulled down to the end of the bed, while you sat in your hospital clothes, the fabric flowing over your body. “Okay okay i have a good one, would you rather know what the happiest day of your life or the worst day of your life will be?”

“So can they have already had happened?”

“Hmmm yeah! Sure sure” 

“Worst.” 

He looks surprised as you tell him, “really? Why? That's such a downer.”

“Yeah well i'm sure the worst day of my life has already happened so- i guess it'll be like comfort nothing worse would happen.” you shrug whilst looking Logan towards his glimmering eyes. 

“I think I know the best day of my life,” Logan responds.

You hum in question.

“When I first met you, obviously!” he chuckles with a daft smile on his face. You roll your eyes at him. “Right.” 

“Okay classic question, fight 100 duck sized elephants or one elephant sized duck.” 

Once again, you roll your eyes at him. His eyes linger on your face as you think about his question. They trail over your scars that litter your face, and the way your eyebrows twitch when you think. “100 duck sized elephants.” 

“Yeahh it'll be easier, plus ducks are violent as hell! A goose once ate my top.” 

“What?” you exclaim, trying to process what you just heard, “you do know ducks aren't geese? Completely different animals.” 

“Look the same so I'm mad at both of them.” he shrugs.

Your head nods exaggeratedly. 

You Scratch softly as the scar on your cheek as Logan watches while you do. You're surprised he hasn't asked about it honestly. “Would you rather forgive the people who have wronged you or be forgiven by the people you've wronged?”

“Second one.” you reply instantly. 

“Why's that?”

You mumble while looking down, the burn on your cheek hitting you. “I can't forgive them – the people who hurt me.”

He raises an eyebrow, “you can forgive anyone, it just takes time and growth.”

“You don't understand-" the scar on your cheek dribbles a spot of blood, hitting the bed, “shit.” 

“Ah fuck.” Logan groans, quickly standing - moving to the bathroom and grabbing toilet paper. Dabbing the bleeding on the reopened wound. “It's okay, just hold this down.” you do as he says, pressing the paper to your cheek. 

“I'd forgive whoever had wronged me, I hate being mad at people!” 

You give him a small smile and he responds, “you have such a nice smile.” hs states.

Your eyes widen, “oh uhm thanks..” 

“Oh shit it's literally dinner, wanna go down to eat?” 

You tilt your head, “go down?” 

“Yeah ! like the cafeteria?”

“Oh i've just always had my food brought up-” 

Logan cuts you off, “yack that foods kinda mank, c'mon i'll buy you something.”

Who are you to say no to free food?

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Chapter 1 - Drop-in

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: Pro-skater, all around fuckboy and your casual fling of a year, Suguru never hesitates to remind you that you are a hookup and a hookup only. When another pro-skater threatens to fill the role Suguru has refused multiple times, will Suguru finally step up to the plate?

Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior

Suguru Art: YuOekk

Choso Art: @DmD_0_03

“Fuck– ngh , yeah baby. Just like that.”

Suguru’s hands grip your waist hard as you grab onto his shoulders. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. You’re both on the couch, naked with you straddling him after a heavy makeout session. This is usually what your time “chilling” with Suguru led to – his body either hovering over or laying under yours as his hips drive into you until you can’t see straight.

You watch Suguru’s eyes roll back, his lips parting with a soft sigh when your ass meets his lap, you fully enveloping him.

“Oh… shit . Give me a minute, babe,” he sighs, sucking in a sharp breath as he tries to steady himself. But you don’t want to give him a minute. You’d missed him and you wanted nothing more than to lose yourself in him before he was gone again.

You lift yourself up slightly, pulling a quiet hiss from Suguru as his grip on your waist tightens.

“Wait, baby–”

You pushed your hips down hard, both of you moaning loudly as you revel in the feeling of Suguru’s dick filling you again and again. His hands move from your waist to slide down to hold your ass.

“I don’t wanna wait, Sugu. I need you so bad right now,” you whimper above him.

He leans forward, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. You feel his hands press up against your ass, lifting you before slamming you back down onto his cock, the loud smack of skin meeting skin filling the room. You move to pull away from the kiss to cry out, but Suguru’s lips chase yours, refusing to break away. He nips at your lip, then slides his tongue smoothly into your mouth when he finally lets you catch your breath.

His hands are still controlling your movements as he claims your mouth, a deep guttural groan leaving him when you dig your nails into the skin of his shoulders to steady yourself. You want to hold him, kiss him, tell him how much you love being with him, but you don’t — you can’t. Instead, you focus on rolling your hips forward to take him deeper.

Suguru leans back, bouncing you up and down over his lap as he watches you. 

“I missed this pussy so much,” he grunts, eyes locked on where your bodies connect. “Whole time I was gone, I kept thinking about coming back to this – to you.”

Your heart swelled against your better judgment. You feel your body pulse, tightening Suguru and he moans. You lean forward, resting your forehead against his as he arches his back and thrusts up into you. He mutters a curse under his breath, speeding up his movements.

“I was thinking about you too, Suguru,” you confess.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

He moans at your confirmation, driving his hips into you harder. You tighten your grip on his shoulders as you ride his cock faster and faster. His hands move back to your waist, and you watch as the muscles of his forearms strain as he lifts you up just to slam you right back down on his cock. You whimper every time you feel your ass slap against his thighs.

“Sit back, baby. I wanna watch you cum on my dick,” he says and you do as he asks. You lean back, holding on to his shoulders as you feel the coil in your abdomen begin to tighten.

You take in the view below you – Suguru with his hair loose and plastered to his forehead with sweat, cheeks flushed and completely lost in you.

He arches his back beneath you, pushing his hips up to grind against you as he slides his hands back to your bottoms and digs his fingers into the meat of your ass. 

He’s fucking you hard, his breaths coming rapidly as he begins to babble, completely lost in the moment.

“You’re mine” he grunts. “You’re mine. This pussy is mine.” 

You whimper quietly, trying to control the way your heart is damn near about to beat out of your chest at Suguru’s words.

“Say it,” he demands, leaning forward to kiss your throat.

You shake your head, knowing you’re in for a world of hurt if you listen to him.

“Please, baby,” he begs. “I need to hear it. Please. Tell me you’re mine. Say it .”

You moan above him, the coil in your abdomen threatening to snap as Suguru pumps into you and pleads for you to tell him you’re his. And you want to tell him you’re his, because you are. You know it and sometimes you think Suguru knows it, but you can’t tell him that. You know you can’t.

In an effort to stop Suguru’s begging, you push him back and slam your lips to his, grinding down hard on his cock. Suguru moans loudly into your mouth and the sound is so fucking sexy, you have no time to prepare yourself for the intense orgasm that crashes over you. Your pussy squeezing down on Suguru brings him to his own release and he’s muttering strained proclamations to you about how much he needs you, how you’re his, and you try your best to ignore him, though the fluttering in your stomach won’t stop.

“Fuck—“ Suguru groans, brows knitted together as he slows his motions. You’re resting your face against his shoulder, breathing hard against him as he keeps thrusting slowly into you. “Shit, you’re amazing.” He turns his head to place a kiss to your temple, still thrusting into you as you hum in acknowledgment.

————

You’re lying in bed with Suguru, your limbs intertwined as you hold each other. You’re deep in thought because despite your best efforts, your mind is reeling from Suguru’s earlier words. You couldn’t tell if he was just caught up in the moment, rambling about you being his and only his or if he truly meant it. You could never tell with him after all this time.

You and Suguru had been casually sleeping together for the better part of a year. A mutual friend had introduced you two at the skatepark where you were completing a photography shoot. You were instantly stricken by Suguru and his intense, piercing, dark eyes. The first time you’d met, he had his long black hair tied up in a loose bun since he’d just come from practice. He’d spent the remainder of his afternoon watching you shoot other skateboarders for the sports magazine you worked for, finally asking you to dinner. You said yes immediately, then ended up in his bed before your third date.

You weren’t sure if you could actually say you were dating since Suguru never took you out, or introduced you to his friends. Not to mention, he was sleeping with other women when he traveled for skate competitions.

While Suguru was funny, charming and incredibly sexy, he was also a bit of an asshole, flippant and if you were honest…a fuck boy if you’d ever seen one. He does whatever he wants. He travels for his skate competitions and you never know what the hell he’s doing or who he’s with. And you don’t ask anymore. You’d learned your lesson the hard way when the last time you’d asked, Suguru had made you feel like you were being so crazy you just ended up apologizing to him and never asking about his activities again.

Now, you just meet up whenever Suguru has time. You go to his practices when you can to grab additional skate photographs and you go on the occasional date with other men to distract yourself from the fact that you are absolutely in love with this asshole.

But he doesn’t want anything more than to bury himself as deep as he can inside you whenever he wants without so much as taking you out to dinner first. You’re not sure when you became just his casual hookup, but it’s all Suguru sees you as now. You know you should cut your losses and move on…but you can’t.

You want more from him, and you know you’ll never get it, but every time he tells you you’re his, a false sense of hope tricks you into staying.

Suguru shifting besides you pulls your focus back to him. He’s standing now, moving to the living room to grab his pants. You follow after him and you know you shouldn’t ask this, but the words leave your mouth before you can stop them.

“Suguru, I have to ask you something,” you start.

He grabs his pants and boxers from the floor. “What’s up?” He asks, casual as ever.

“D-did you mean what you said?”

“Mean what?”

You hesitate for a second, not sure if you really want an answer, but you needed to be sure so you push forward. 

“That I’m yours and only yours?”

You’re fidgeting with your fingers now, awaiting his answer. He slides his boxers on before turning to you.

“Oh, I was just talking. You know how I get when we’re fucking,” he says easily. 

You chuckle nervously, eyes tracking him as he moves across the room to pick his shirt up from the arm of the couch.

“Right…”

He glances at you over his shoulder as he slides his pants up. “Yeah, I mean, we’re not together. Don’t take what I say so seriously when I’m balls deep, babe.”

You can’t help the way you flinch when he dismisses you. You knew you shouldn’t have asked. You knew you’d only get your feelings hurt with this question. Stupid. Suguru clearly only saw you as a hookup. You know you should cut your losses, but you couldn’t. Despite Suguru not having any feelings for you, you couldn’t say you felt the same. You cared deeply for him and it’s why you had such a hard time letting him go.

Suguru pulls his shirt on before he slips on his shoes. “Anyway, I gotta get to practice. You coming by to take some pics later?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a few hours. Just need to edit some other pictures and get my equipment together.”

“Cool,” he says, opening the door without looking back. “See you there.”

He closes the door behind him and you’re left standing, alone as always.

————

You climb the steps to the skatepark eagerly, the sounds of the wheels hitting pavement only making you move faster. Peering up, you could see the forms of the skaters spinning in the air, falling gracefully with their board beneath their feet to carry them to the other side of the skate ramp or bowl. 

You spotted Suguru, preparing to drop-in to the bowl. You turned your camera on, bringing it up to your eye to capture Suguru in all his glory. He turned his head at the sudden flash, giving you a quick nod before dropping into the bowl. You watched him closely, snapping a few pictures when you remembered you were actually here to work.

Watching Suguru skate was mesmerizing. He clearly loved his sport. He put in the work and the time to perfect his craft and he was damn good. It was why he was a sponsored professional. You followed the way his hair whipped behind him with the rush of the wind as he came up the side of the bowl and straight into the air, bending his knees to grab his board and spin maybe three times? You couldn’t tell, your finger hitting the shutter button to capture the perfect moment.

This is what you loved – taking photographs of people doing what they enjoyed most. Being a sports photographer meant being able to capture people’s passions and you couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

As you scrolled through the pictures of Suguru, you catch another form out of the corner of your eye. You glance over, your eyes meeting the broad back of a stranger. Tall, with clearly expensive taste - you could tell by the very nice clothes he donned along with…were those Prada combat boots? He had his hair tied up in unruly pigtails and it was only when he finally turns around that you see the tattooed line that spread across his cheeks and meet on the bridge of his nose.

You had seen him around before at different parks, but you had never spoken with him. He always seemed to vanish into thin air before you could catch him and you never got around to asking Suguru if he knew him.

You watch the stranger drop into the bowl, his movements smooth as he sails into the air, flipping his board beneath those designer boots and landing as if it were nothing. You lift your camera as he does it again, hitting the shutter button repeatedly. You don’t have to review the shots to know they’re amazing. There’s something about him that makes it impossible for you to tear your eyes away.

When he emerges from the bowl, casually kicking his board up into his hand, you snap a few more pictures before you decide to approach.

“Excuse me,” you call out to him with a wave.

He looks you over and as you get closer you can see the bags under his eyes. He looks positively exhausted, but something about it is so…alluring. He gives you a lazy smile, waving as you approach.

“Hey. Haven’t seen you here before,” he says coolly. 

“Oh, I’m always around. I’ve seen you a few times. I’ve just had such a hard time catching you.”

“Hmm,” he shifts his board to his other hand as he shrugs. “Well. You got me now.”

As you get closer, you really take in his appearance. He’s incredibly handsome, a deep sexy voice that makes your stomach flutter with excitement every time he opens his mouth. With beautiful dark eyes that stay locked on yours as you both speak, you’re already enthralled.

You tell him your name and he repeats it back to you a few times, each time sounding a little sexier than the last.

“I’m Choso,” he reaches his hand out to shake yours and you can’t ignore the immediate spark you feel when your skin touches his. It makes your pulse quicken.

Choso nods to your camera, “Taking pics for fun?”

“Oh,” you glance quickly down at your camera. “Sort of. I’m a sports photographer. Specifically, I manage the skating articles so I’m usually hanging around the popular skating spots.”

“Nice,” He compliments, seemingly impressed. “You didn’t happen to get any pics of me, did you?”

You smile as you fidget with the buttons on your camera before holding it out to him. He takes it with his free hand, giving you a puzzled look before you point to the arrow buttons.

“I’ve been taking pictures of you for a while. Like I said, I haven’t been able to catch you to show you.” Choso smiles shyly at this and you can’t help but return his expression. “Scroll through. I think I got some good ones of you today and the last few times.”

He navigates through your photos, brows rising as he looks over your work.

“ Wow , I see why you’re doing this. These are insanely good.”

You beam at him, stepping closer to him to look at the camera screen in his hand, “You really think so?”

He nods, and you feel your cheeks warm at the compliment, your heart racing as you mutter a thank you. 

You’re going through the photos with Choso as he tells you about himself – how long he’s been skating, what trick he was doing in whatever photo you’re looking at, why he skates. You learn he’s a newly sponsored professional skater and he has three younger brothers who he skates to take care of. 

“Eso, Kechizu and Yuuji.” He lists his brother’s names to you, grinning as he names off different facts about each one. “They’re all great, but Yuuji is the baby, so I kind of spoil him. I’d give him anything he wants as long as he calls me Big Brother. He’s adorable.”

“Really? How old is he?” You ask, fully expecting to hear about a small child only to burst into laughter when you find out Yuuji’s a teenager . 

“You have a really nice laugh,” he says suddenly. Your eyes widen at the unexpected compliment but you thank him anyway.

Choso is a little odd. Even so, in the short time you get to know Choso, you find yourself in awe of him. He’s sweet, soft spoken and seems like an all around good person.

“You’re easy to talk to and really funny, Choso. I’m sure if we keep running into each other at the parks in the future, you’ll be making me laugh until my sides hurt.”

Choso watches you closely, not speaking. After a moment, he hands you your camera back, sliding his free hand into his pocket while he fidgets with his skateboard with the other.

“So…I know we just met like twenty minutes ago, but do you wanna get dinner tonight? I have to drop my brother off at a friend's place, but can we meet up later?” He pauses for a second before adding, “I’d love to hear that laugh more.”

A wide grin spreads across your face, your cheeks burning. You had gone on your fair share of dates recently, but this was the first you’d actually felt excited about. You typically agreed knowing you would be comparing whoever the poor soul was to Suguru. But right now, you only had eyes for the exhausted looking man before you. You looked Choso over, his cool and calm demeanor now replaced with nervousness as he restlessly fidgeted with his skateboard, awaiting an answer.

Before you could speak, you felt an arm slither across your shoulders, pulling you into a hard, warm body. You peered up through your lashes to find Suguru standing next to you. He nodded to Choso, fixing him with a smile that was very obviously not genuine to anyone who truly knew Suguru.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, now aiming his tight smile down at you. You froze, looking from him to Choso who looked between you and Suguru, taking in the sight of Suguru’s arm around you.

“My bad, man. I was just asking her out, but I didn’t know she had a boyfriend,” Choso apologized.

Suguru hummed, simply acknowledging the statement but saying nothing more. It reminded you of your earlier conversation with him in your apartment before he left you standing alone like he always did.

I mean, we’re not together. Don’t take what I say so seriously when I’m balls deep, babe.

His words echo through your head as you stand between the two men – one who was clearly interested in you and wanted to know you more. The other who you had history with who you couldn’t get to commit to lunch plans. The answer was so simple now.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you stated and you don’t miss how Suguru’s arm tenses around your shoulders. “We’re not dating or anything, just good friends. Right, Suguru?”

You shrug his arm off, looking up at him to return his fake smile. Suguru recovers quickly, muttering “ right ” as you step forward, holding your hand out to Choso.

“I’d love to get dinner with you tonight. Give me your phone and I’ll put my number in. You can call me later to solidify plans.”

“Oh, it’s in my car. I never skate with it on me. Give me yours and I’ll put my number in.” Choso offers instead.

“My phone is also in my car. Can’t risk dropping it when I’m shooting.”

You both chuckle at how similar you seem to be before you continue, “Okay, walk me to my car? I’ll get your number and we can talk plans.”

Choso agrees, tucking his skateboard underneath his arm.

“Didn’t we have plans for later?” Suguru interrupts.

If you were being honest, you’d forgotten he was there for a moment.

“Oh, well…rain check then?” You propose.

Suguru nods slowly, watching you and Choso turn to head towards the parking lot, laughing and too caught up in conversation to say goodbye to him. 

“Sure,” he mumbles to himself. You’re so entranced with Choso, you don’t even notice the way Suguru glares daggers into your backs until he can’t see you anymore.

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satosugu for pride month

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Shiu Kong x reader

Tinder date with Shiu, a man you've only talked to over the phone?

nsfw, 18+ mdni!

When you matched with an older guy on tinder, you honestly expected some pervert that got dumped by his wife because of mental issues. But when you met with Shiu Kong, you'd learned he'd never even married before, hell, he looked pristine for his age. Early 40s and hardly any wrinkles, no imperfections on his face, and only a faint smell of tobacco and clove lingered as he sat, sitting across from you.

Sitting across from you, in a restaurant more expensive than your groceries of five weeks combined. He was dressed in a simple suit, not ironed, not like he wanted to fit into the role of a ‘perfect’ guy. He didn't even shave, light stubble littered over his jaw and he rubbed his thumb over it mindlessly while reading over the menu. It looked like he didn’t even try to look his best for the date.

And you didn't expect to end up in the backseat of his car, clothes chucked onto the floor, hands on his thighs behind you, head tilting back as you roll your hips. His tip kissing your cervix in calculated motions as he thrusts up into you, letting out grunts of pleasure.

His hand reaches up, cupping behind your neck and pulling you into a hungry kiss, his other hand gripping onto your ass flesh and bouncing your onto him as he bucks harder. Grunts and moans filling the car as it sways with the movement of the two of you.

His hand slides up to your hair, gripping it softly as he fucked into you harder, drawing small squeals from your gloss smudged lips. His other hand sliding to your back and arching your back into him as you collapse onto his chest, letting him take over.

“Never been fucked by an older man, doll?” he grunts, sucking the supple skin of your shoulder, his pace not faltering as you flutter around his dick. “So tight, almost like you’re damn untouched,, fuck.” he groans, landing a smack onto your ass, “you love this, dont you?” he murmurs, turning you around so your back pressed against the leather seats of his car, legs now over his shoulders in a deep mating press, fucking into you with purpose.

“Yes!” you mewled shortly, unable to form a proper sentence. Head falling back on to the seat as your wristed get pushed to the side of your head, pinning them down as he fucked into you.

Your mind hazed, eyes blurring as you cum and letting out a whimper as he spilled into you, taking one of his hands off your wrists and cupping your jaw, looking down at you with an expression you couldn't read through the bliss he'd given.

He leans down, kissing the crown on your head with gentle care. “Would you say yes to a second date?” he murmured quietly, kissing the place between your eyebrows. You nod, slipping your other wrist from his hand and cupping his cheeks, kissing him. “Why would I refuse?” you smile, eyes closing as he pressed his forehead to yours.

© all works belong to chikithree. do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

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will forver follow people who have pfps of things i like

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need a real fucked up, kinky, bdsm fanfic of anyone (ir everyone) in jjk men rn 🙏🙏

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continuation of this drabble. cw: dub-con, heavy degradation, bdsm, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, threesome, implied pressured drug use, angst, bully&stoners suguru and choso.

a/n: please tread lightly with this one. it is lowkey FILTH so read the warnings!

it was like two sets of beady eyes that followed you everywhere.

no matter where you went, you felt that prickle on your nape, the feeling of being hunted, lingering. at first, it was just an instinctive feeling to peer behind you and be met with nothing. you would shake it off and continue with your day like nothing was out of the sort. but soon, that feeling settled like a blanket over your core and turned from harmless to threatening.

whether it be in your lecture halls, eating alone in the cafeteria with foggy frames and a bento thermos of warm soup, or attending any of your out of school activities like heading to the local park, you felt it. not constantly, but it would come and go in waves when you were in public.

you couldn’t place the source, not for days. it followed you endlessly and you had begun to believe you were losing your mind. that somewhere along the way of being an anti-social and mousy girl, you’d snapped from the isolation.

that was, until you caught the two of them eyeing you from the corner of the school archives.

bloodshot and narrowed eyes, whispering something to each other in hushed tones that made your skin crawl.

it was them.

they had been watching you. no; stalking you, all this time.

you wanted to go up to them and give them a stern talking to, to leave you alone and stop whatever it was they were doing. they’d picked on you for months and it only let up after they’d forced you to attend some stupid party where they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.

ever since, you thought you’d been free. but no, you were fatally wrong.

the remembrance of the way they’d find themselves by your deskside, peering over whatever book you were reading and plucking it from your hands to hold it up, asking you why on earth you were so adamant on being an outcast. you’d turn your head away, feeling your eyes brim with tears, until suguru would lift your chin with two fingers and look you square in the eyes.

“we’re only here to save you, darling. to save you from yourself.”

not only did their words ring in your ears and fray the edges of your psyche, but the looks on their faces had you trembling in steadily growing trepidation. expressions of feigned sympathy and mirth washed over them as they watched you stumble over your words, fiddling with your hands in your lap and averting the gaze of your classmates giving you odd stares as they listened in.

it was an introvert’s nightmare and they reveled in it.

you loathe them for it, for making you feel so small and vulnerable, choosing you to be the target of their inflated egos that needed to step on someone.

but right now, two things stopped you from stomping right over and cursing them out.

one, you were a sweaty, nervous mess that could barely string together two sentences when it came to them. you were known to be quite the hermit on campus, always a nose in your textbooks and attending literally no social events. so who were you to expect your body not to betray you and make an utter fool of yourself?

second, you had no proof that they were doing this, the stalking, that is. what were you going to do? randomly throw some blame on them without ever actually spotting them? no—you couldn’t go and second guess yourself because, in truth, your gut instinct had never failed you.

so, you were hopeless.

you returned to the dusty tomes on the shelf with a resigned sigh, shoulders drooping as you lost yourself in your pathetic thoughts.

you’d never stood up to them before, so what would change now?

suddenly, you felt a hand brush up against the small of your back. you registered that familiar scent of weed wafting into your nose, making you recoil and scrunch your nose.

another hand tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your chin and turning you towards them.

you were met with the tall figure of choso kamo, looming over you with his doe-like eyes tainted with a faint crimson hue. he had a pitiful expression coloring his pale cheeks with a pout of his lips. “has our princess missed us?”

before you had the chance to speak, suguru geto entered your field of view, casually propping a hand up against your head as you backed up against the library wall. “i think she has. that surprised look on her face as if she wasn’t ogling at us just moments ago.”

you stiffened. “i-i wasn’t ogling. just… surprised to see you here.”

suguru clutched his free hand over his heart, dipping his head even lower to match your eye line. “you wound me, darling. you think of us too dumb to visit the library?” he queried, tossing an entertained glance at his counterpart who only chuckled low.

“no! don’t put words in my mouth,” you squeaked out, casting your gaze down at their shoes as you could barely allow yourself to crane your head up to look at them, your stomach suddenly feeling incredibly light as your mouth went desert dry.

“well, it’s quite the shame that you hadn’t missed us. because we missed you, didn’t we, suguru?” 

“how could we not after she was practically throwing herself at us at the party before ditching us. you know, blue balls is a shit thing to endure, and even shittier to fix it yourself.”

you felt your heart stammer, hands clutching into fists at your sides as you stilled.

choso leaned in, one hand caging you in on the side that suguru wasn’t blocking, his breath fanning against your neck before he placed a chaste kiss against it. and unfortunately, your body betrayed you in that moment, releasing a soft whimper as he bit your earlobe. “too bad we had something to show you, angel.”

his tone was low and husky, sending a chill dancing down your spine that it took you a moment to unclench your thighs and register what he’d just said. “w-what’d you want to show me?”

the two of them dropped their hands in unison, exchanging a look as choso shoved his hands into his pockets while suguru ran a hand through his hair.

“it’s a surprise, love. you want to find out, come over to my place tonight and i’ll show you what we’ve got ready for you.”

–

you don’t know what possessed you to be standing in front of suguru geto’s house right now.

he’d plugged his number into your phone, and vice versa, without even asking before the two left you stranded in the library, still shaking from whatever hold they had over you, a vex hanging heavy over your head.

the last few hours you spent contemplating exactly how you’d curse them out, scribbling down notes and talking to yourself in the mirror until you were winded. 

and, despite the best of you, you found yourself dolling yourself up for the occasion. you blamed that solely on the fact that you wanted to look your best when you cursed them out and condemned the two to hell.

minutes before you’d arrived, you got a notification telling you that you’d been added to a groupchat and opened it.

6:47 pm – xxx-xxx-xxxx: this our sweetheart?

6:47 pm – suguru: leave her be, cho. you wanna scare her off again?

6:48 pm – xxx-xxx-xxxx: good point.

you couldn’t believe them, not even knowing how to respond as you fumbled at the door step, erasing and typing out a reply before the door propped open.

you hadn’t even knocked yet.

“you made it,” suguru breathed out. but you were barely registering a word, eyes flitting over his outfit that had your breath hitch. he was wearing a black hoodie and grey jeans, though he looked to be fresh out of the shower, his raven tresses cascading lackadaisical down his shoulders, water dripping from the tips.

“i did,” you whispered, clasping your hands in front of you after you stuffed your phone into your clutch.

he smiled knowingly, taking the time to admire your look. “looks like someone got all dolled up for the occasion,, and you don’t even know what your surprise is.”

you shook your head and knitted your eyebrows up at him, the first sign of annoyance you’ve ever tossed in either of their directions. “what?”

before suguru could ridicule you anymore, a familiar mess of brown hair appeared in a white cotton tee and black slacks, in the midst of tying his hair up into two buns. “if it isn’t the bookworm. you actually showed.”

you scoffed and the two men could barely hold back the evident shock on their faces. “are you going to let me in or what?”

choso tilted his head, studying your vastly different demeanor before stepping out of the way. “come right in, sweetheart.”

rolling your eyes and steeling your quivering resolve, you pushed past them and into suguru’s house. it was massive, and you’d heard of the ragers they’ve thrown here. though, you didn’t know how to imagine it outside of the party scene aura it radiated through gossip you overheard.

it was incredibly clean, decorated in a monochrome scale to the numbers, and there had to be a handful of bedrooms he wasn’t using. 

nepotism.

“gonna keep staring or you wanna hear about that surprise?”

you turned around, glaring at suguru who was sending you an unreadable expression; you couldn’t tell if he was humored or bored.

“forget the surprise,” you retorted back, shuffling through your bag to pull out a stack of index cards. not your best option, but you had a pattern of going dizzy-minded around them.

they watched you shuffle through them until you settled on the correct sheet, confused what this act of yours was.

clearing your throat, you began reading them off. “hello, choso, suguru. i’m here today to, uh,” you squinted at your handwriting that was dotted with tear marks that smeared the ink during your fit of frustration just a few hours ago. “i’m here to address your behaviors over the past semester towards me.”

choso crossed his arms over his chest as he rubbed the lobe of his ear, as if what he was hearing was all in his head.

“you’ve ridiculed me, you’ve made fun of me, you’ve mocked and stalked me. and i’m done with it, all of it,” you pressed on, eyes glued to your card. you did everything in your power to speak at a loud enough volume that could possibly come off as intimidating.

suguru took a step forward, hands resting casually in his pockets as he peered down at you like you were nothing worthy before him. you ignored that familiar feeling you’d been feeling for months and continued on.

“i-i have done nothing to the either of y-you and i don’t understand why you’ve made me your victim.”

choso had to stifle a laugh as he, too, took a step forward, the two of them inching towards you like you were their prey, a hungry glower in their eyes.

“i’m only here to say that i’m no longer putting up with it, a-any of it. i’m done being bullied by the t-two fo you, find someone else to make fun of it or else.”

suddenly, the shuffled cards were plucked from your hands, choso eyeing them in his hand and skimming through them. “or else?”

you could feel your stomach lurch at the sight, suddenly wishing you hadn’t added on that last part.

“what, you gonna threaten us?” suguru imparted, running his tongue over his lower lip as he eyed you carefully.

you were silent, simply wide-eyed and darting your focus between the two men looming over you.

“not much without your little cards, hm?” choso questioned, reaching up to twirl a strand of your hair with his finger, just how he always toyed with you like you were his doll.

you swallowed hard, your fingers trembling by your side as suguru placed a hand on top of your head to stroke your hair, humming in thought as he mulled something over.

the fact that they didn’t even question the stalking portion you added onto your speech was evidence enough.

“we’ll stop,” he whispered, earning an odd glance from his friend before he continued. “if you let us indulge in the surprise we prepared for you. come all this way and you won’t even humor us?”

your pulse was roaring in your ears as you could barely tear your eyes from his piercing gaze, biting your lip subconsciously.

you don’t know what caused you to forget all of your bearings in that moment when you agreed.

“okay.”

–

they led you down a corridor, which led to descending stairs in suguru’s house, winding and coiling until you reached the basement. you wondered if they were going to kill you here for a moment, realizing you hadn’t told anyone where you were.

were you literally and figuratively spiraling to your demise?

you didn’t have any friends, nor did you keep in daily contact with your parents.

no one would know where you’d disappeared off to.

“she’s shaking, suguru,” choso chuckled behind you, cocking his head as he found the display oddly cute.

“i think she’ll be shaking when she sees our surprise for her too.”

something nasty twisted in your gut, your fight or flight instincts triggering, yet unfortunately you’d always been a freeze kind of person.

suguru walked to a door at the end of the hall, pressing a couple of numbers into a keypad before pushing it open.

a red hue spilled form the doorway as he opened it and you were met with a fairly dim, neon crimson room. your feet were planted, wondering if the last meal you’d ever eat was the ramen cup you’d downed before you arrived, that is, until choso pushed you in.

“so scared. baby, we’re harmless,” choso chuckled, heading over to a door at the side of the room before stepping in and leaving you and suguru alone.

you clasped your hands before you, heart palpitating as the stifling tension was nearly suffocating you.

“not gonna take a look around?”

“what?” you immediately squeaked, glancing over at suguru who leaned against a wall with folded arms, studying you quietly. when you registered what he said, you did in fact glance around to take in your surroundings.

the two walls on opposite sides of you were lined with shelves and objects resting against them. you adjusted your frames, taking a couple of steps forwards and squinting your eyes as you made out exactly what they were.

toys. sex toys to be exact. peering to the middle of the room, there were harnesses tucked away against the ceiling and below it was a small platform with cuffs on them.

your eyes widened as you took a step back, tripping over your heel and landing in a pair of burly arms, the scent of cannabis wafting into your nose.

“like what you see?” choso whispered into your ear, licking a languid stripe across the crown of your ear that had you shuddering.

pushing off of him, you turned around and scoffed, staring at them with wide eyes.

“where the fuck did you bring me?”

suguru chuckled, low and patronizing like always. “i’m getting the feeling you’re not liking your gift. unfortunately, there’s no gift receipt, sweetheart.”

incredulously, you laughed and waved your arms around, motioning at your surroundings, feeling as if you’d finally lost it. “your present to me is a sex room?”

suguru pursed his lips, coming to your side and placing his hands on top of your biceps, then turning you to the shelf just beside you.

“not sure if you’re a virgin, so we can start off real small. got this itty bitty thing for you, and we can work your way up,” he coolly whispered into your ear, breath tickling you and making your thighs quake. “‘till you can take us.”

“you’re fucking disgusting,” you spat, thrashing in his grasp and pulling away.

“oh don’t play hard to get, dear. we know all about the way you spend your evenings.”

you focused on choso, cocking your head and feeling shocked at your outbursts so far as you’ve never been one to speak up to them. “oh, please. how exactly do i spend my evenings.”

the two of them glanced at one another, then back at you, then down at your skirt. your head bounced back in confusion as you blinked a couple times, registering what they were implying.

how on earth would they know how you spend your evenings?

“s-so are you going to explain, or just keep staring at me?” you pushed, praying that they were just bluffing.

but, oh. were you so incredibly wrong.

“saw your little reddit post. about how you can’t stop getting off to your bullies and feeling ashamed by it.”

you could feel your mind slur and become lightheaded in an instant. choso began to explain your post in incredible detail as if he had it committed to memory, the way you had your hand down your panties in your dorm room and moaning out the names of the two guys who made your life a living hell. suguru simply stood there, the image of an incredibly proud man, watching you crumble.

it was over. they were going to expose you and ridicule you until you were six feet under. you could feel the bile rise in your throat, your hands resuming their trembling at your sides as shame shook your core.

how on earth is the nerdy loser the most disgusting pervert out of them all? you could hear the whispers and rumors now, your eyes brimming with tears at the thought.

choso broke you from your reverie, shrugging his shoulders as he finished his thorough analysis. “don’t worry. we’ll keep your little secret safe, princess.”

you lifted your gaze from the spot you had it trained on the ground. “w-what?”

choso hummed, stepping towards you and bringing his hands to your cheeks. you flinched like he’d burned you, but that didn’t stop him.

“we think it’s… cute. our little docile geek is a fucking degenerate.”

you scowled at that, moving to pull away but he held you there.

“why not let us help you?” he whispered, biting his lip as he played with your hair, as if it grounded him. “i know those hands of yours can’t satiate you like we can.”

and then you felt a hard chest press against your back, sandwiching you between the two men just like they had you on the couch. suguru’s hands snaked down to your midsection, pulling your ass flat against his pelvis. you could feel how hard he was, the bulge pressing down on the small of your back.

“like a favor. you help us, we help you and keep your secret. it’s a win-win situation for all of us and you get a little extra,” choso added, caressing your cheek gently before running a thumb over your bottom lip.

and that perverted part of you responded when you whispered out a whiney “okay.”

the two men had you undressed within moments, then strung up in the air spread eagle with your body bare to the world.

heat covered your body as they worked in tandem to prepare things for you, things they discussed in hushes conversation that you weren’t privy to.

was this your best decision? no. but it was far too late now and you’d prefer if the two boys kept true to their word.

they passed blunts between each other, exhaling the billowing smoke into the air and you watched as it disappated, something akin to dread settling in your core.

what on earth did you get yourself into? what if they told everyone about this, how the nerd was toyed with by not one but two guys. you’d be ridiculed until graduation.

“want a hit?”

“what?” you whined out, feeling your stomach lurch as choso eyed you carefully.

he chuckled at your worry before placing it into your mouth. “suck.”

you inhaled automatically, not meaning to take such a large hit as it spread into your lungs, making you cough until it stung your eyes and burned the lining of your nose.

“there you go,” he drawled out, biting his lip as he admired your bare form. “should calm you a bit.”

“i’m fine,” you bit out, wheezing as you attempted to steady yourself.

“suit yourself,” he shot back with a reluctant once-over at your quivering figure, returning to suguru and you were left to your thoughts again.

although, he wasn’t lying. your mind that was a muddled mess of anxiety was coming to rest as the effects of the weed settled in your mind, making it the slightest bit hazy. the smell was pungent, but you were thankful for the simple reprieve.

“having fun, angel?” suguru quirked, walking over to you and watching as you gave him a bleak stare. he adjusted your sliding frames, pushing them back up and leaning in to pepper soft kisses along your neck.

you heard soft clicks before something hard pressed against your nipples. you glanced down and let out a shaky whimper at the clasps he’d placed on them.

your arms suddenly twitched, wanting to move and run them through his hair as he works on your skin with his mouth, but was promptly stopped by the well-done restraints.

choso fiddled with a speaker off to the side, then pressed play on his playlist he's prepared for this moment. funny enough, the first song that played was quite fitting–she’s my collar by gorillaz, matching the black leash clad on your neck.

suguru’s hands groped your breast, his hair tickling your bare skin as you whimpered and whined in his grasp.

choso found purchase standing behind you and tying your hair up with his rubber band, just so he could begin to decorate bruising hickies across your nape.

it was all too much, you felt their hands gripping and teasing you everywhere, your thighs quivering from the simple touches.

“we haven’t even started yet,” suguru chuckled, pinching your clasped nipple between his fingers. “she’s like a little bitch in heat.”

“s’ how i like them, though. that fucked out and starry-eyed look they give me, makes me so fucking hard,” choso chuckled back to his friend.

you hated how disgusting but turned on it made you feel, how they spoke about you as if you e squashed between them.

suguru’s slender fingers found your bare cunt, a digit sliding between your drooling folds and collecting your slick. “and she’s already dripping, cho.”

choso’s warm breath tickled you as he bit into your shoulder, gripping your ass in his hand. 

a dextrous digit of suguru’s began to toy with that sensitive nub down there, making your body bow into his form, hands shaking in the restraints, biting your lip as you muffled your sounds.

“wanna know how she sounds,” choso groaned, a hand of his dancing up your side to fondle your tit. “when she’s moaning out our names.”

suguru sped up his motions, two fingers rubbing tenderly against your clit as your body wracked with pleasure. and soon enough, you could feel choso’s finger pushing against your tight hole.

“bet she’d take us like we were knives killing her, tight cunt she’s got,” he added before pushing a digit in.

you gasped out, eyes widening as they continued their assault of love bites dancing across your chest. it was all overstimulating and you could feel them all over, their greedy hands gripping and pulling and tearing at anything you’d give them.

and you gave it up to them, squirming in their hold and letting them test out whatever they were curious about. if that spot could make you cry out or how hard they could bite against your previously unmarked skin.

and when suguru passed his friend a dildo prepared with lube, you knew you were going to be in tears by the end of the night. but they loved it.

they slurped up every tear you gave them as if they’d earned it. weeks of plotting and watching you finally handed to them, the delayed gratification damn near overwhelming as their slits leaked pre.

the small pink plastic cock pushed past that first ring of resistance, making you flinch hard enough you were sure that your wrists and ankles would be bruised by sunrise.

"so fuckin' tight," suguru scoffed, watching as it slowly disappeared into you. "what, you a fucking virgin?"

you kept your mouth shut, along with your eyes, hoping the embarassment that flushed you was enough evidence.

"no fucking way," choso sighed out in awe, the tent in his boxers only growing tighter. "you're the most perverted girl i've ever met and you've never even had sex before?"

you bit your tongue, shutting your eyes to brace yourself from the impact of their verbal abuse. hearing it from their lips was all the more ridiculous.

"you just keep surprising us, sweetheart," suguru chuckled, pressing hard enough down on your clit that you headily gasped out his name. "mmm, there we go."

choso continued drilling you with the dildo, brushing right up against that sweet spot you were never able to pinpoint yourself. suguru took the chance to consume your moans, planting a wet kiss against your mouth and shoving his tongue down your throat.

you could barely breath through it, eyes rolling back into your skull as the two of you swapped saliva. with the hand that wasn't rubbing your bud of nerves, he cupped your cheek to angle your head just right, making you gag on his pink muscle.

"like a fucking toy," he groaned into your mouth, and you could feel his clothed cock press up against your abdomen, the outline so massive it made your stomach flutter. choso’s pushed against the small of your back, the size one to rival with suguru’s.

you didn’t want to imagine what they looked like bare and erect.

you felt so pliant and maleable under their grasp, as if they could mold you into anything they pleased. a rotted part of your psyche was crumpled and smashed, quiet voices whispering to you that this act made you theirs.

their quiet victim that never spoke up to their degredations? their fuck-toy they used whenever they pleased?

so be it. that's what you were going to be.

you chest began to heave as suguru's mouth moved in tandem against yours, practically sucking the air from your lungs. the rapid pace of choso's wrist drilling that toy into was unrelenting.

soon enough, stars blotted out your vision and a flash of white painted everything you could see, your ears ringing as you screamed out into suguru's mouth, your orgasm being pushed over the precipice.

your body stilled, every muscle contracting, until you fell limp, slack in the restraints.

the two boys were no longer kissing you, no longer touching. a part of you was afraid to open your eyes, fearing that this was all some sort of dream the dark and deep recesses of your mind cooked up.

yet, when you parted your wet lashes, you were met with their figures quickly ridding themselves of their clothes.

choso tossed the dildo to the side, working to undo the restraints while suguru grabbed what looked to be a box of condoms and lube.

"think you can take us both on suguru's bed upstairs?"

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another thing thats been brought up w the whole popular writers shit is that they only reblog other popular writers. i like just looked through a bunch of popular writers blogs and wow.. ligit just eachother! like are you allergic from reblogging other peoples fics? are you embarrassed ?

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SCENARIOS ── ripped apart.

♯ PAIRINGS - john price x falsely accused reader x 141

♯ SYNOPSIS - tortured for information by your family and the person you loved, john price. you were harmed for something you hadn't even done, you were framed as the traitor and soon they would find out.

♯ TAGS - fluff (for once) - trauma, logan being a lil sweetheart, suggestions and mentions to your past.

─ previous chapter // masterlist // next chapter ─

Sharp breaths - in and out - as you look around the winding room. It's been a week since you saw Johnny, you haven't seen any of them so far. You never spoke to them before but you would see them standing outside your door, their shadow slipping underneath the door, or when John let himself inside and sat beside you. But this week you've been alone, no one was there. And honestly? It's been the best week of your life. 

You let the sheets fall down as you sit up, dazed. The seat beside you, lonely, stood there. You thought to yourself for a second. You missed the way the air hitched as you noticed John there, missed the way the air smelt like him. 

You despised how much you missed him. You hate the fact that he brings you a sense of comfort but then again, it's nice to feel comfort. Even if its from the man you hate the most - the man you wished would die, the man who put you through so much fucking pain. 

Ashamed in yourself you sigh, long breath escaping you when you look over at the door yet again. There's a shadow slipping through the door, the silhouette could only be one person – the man opens your door and gives you a cheeky smirk, “hi!” Logan smiles, letting himself into your room. You give him a hum in return.

Logan trots along excitedly, sitting in the loney chair, giving it and you company. “Heard bout what happened and i wanted to check on you” head tilting to the side as his eyes glint with amusement.

“Ah” you mumble. It's been weeks, months? Since you started to kinda trust Logan, you wouldn't speak to him, would never utter a word but you've gotten used to him. His smile and his silly humour. So overtime, he got more and more words out of you, your voice was slightly raspy. You clearly weren't used to talking that much. “Well… thanks.” you let out a slow mumble. 

“Mhmmm! So how are you? Has the twat bothered you?”

“Dont wanna talk about it” you mutter, eyes faced down onto your bedsheets, your mutilated hand gripping the white blanket.

It's quiet for a second but it feels like years. The silence overwhelming you. “Soo…” Logan utters, breaking the awkward, “since the doctors took my cards and we cant play snap, i dont have anymore games.” his eyebrows furrowed together, clearly irritated his precious cards was gone. “Wanna play like a word game?? Liikkkee truth or dare!” he says excitedly but it dies down when you give him a strange look. His face droops almost, “...or not cause that's for kids, obviously!”

You let out a slight, small huff in amusement, it's the closest you've been to a laugh since everything. “Howww about would you rather? Deep version” his eyebrows depart and wiggle around. You nod, thinking why not - not like you have anything else to do.

“Would you rather be blind or deaf.”

“This is deep?” you let out a scoff.

He rolls his eyes, “it'll get there.”

“Blind i think.” you look up at Logan, “what would you?” 

Logan thinks for a second as he huffs out a breath, “blind too, cause then i wouldn't be able to hear you.”

“You wouldn't be able to play snap or see me though” a chortle sounds from the two of you.

His eyes glisten slightly as he looks at you with a quirk in his lips, “you've JUST started talking to me though and i want to continue hearing your voice. “

You simply don't reply. 

“Would you ratherrrr lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones?” he asks with a kink in his eyebrows. He brings his leg up and crosses it over the other as you scowl at him. “Arent, I meant to ask one?”

“No, I wanna ask!!” 

“Okay, lose all my old memories.”

He looks at you with an intrigue, “oh? That was quick. Why?” 

You murmur in response, “I'd have a better future.” you offer him not much of an explanation but he seemed okay with that by the way he shrugged. “Hmm I would too, just cause I like meeting new people. Plus I'd forget about the fat holes in my stomach, youchhh! That hurt like a bitchh!”

Despite your best efforts, a silent laugh slips from you. Logan beams at that, his eyes practically lighting up at your curved lips. “Would you rathherrr know when or how you’re going to die?” 

“Huh, uhm when.”

“Hmmm? Wouldn't that be scary though, like a countdown?”

“Atleast id know, its kinda like–... it's basically a count down anyways you just don't know”

“Damn” Logan sits up straight, smiling a little at you. “Yeahh id pick that too.”

Rounds go by, where Logan would ask random questions. Some were silly like would you rather have a mullet or be bald, then some were strangely deep. 

Hes sat with his legs crossed on the once alone chair, and you're sat up against the cold pillows of your bed. The sheets pulled down to the end of the bed, while you sat in your hospital clothes, the fabric flowing over your body. “Okay okay i have a good one, would you rather know what the happiest day of your life or the worst day of your life will be?”

“So can they have already had happened?”

“Hmmm yeah! Sure sure” 

“Worst.” 

He looks surprised as you tell him, “really? Why? That's such a downer.”

“Yeah well i'm sure the worst day of my life has already happened so- i guess it'll be like comfort nothing worse would happen.” you shrug whilst looking Logan towards his glimmering eyes. 

“I think I know the best day of my life,” Logan responds.

You hum in question.

“When I first met you, obviously!” he chuckles with a daft smile on his face. You roll your eyes at him. “Right.” 

“Okay classic question, fight 100 duck sized elephants or one elephant sized duck.” 

Once again, you roll your eyes at him. His eyes linger on your face as you think about his question. They trail over your scars that litter your face, and the way your eyebrows twitch when you think. “100 duck sized elephants.” 

“Yeahh it'll be easier, plus ducks are violent as hell! A goose once ate my top.” 

“What?” you exclaim, trying to process what you just heard, “you do know ducks aren't geese? Completely different animals.” 

“Look the same so I'm mad at both of them.” he shrugs.

Your head nods exaggeratedly. 

You Scratch softly as the scar on your cheek as Logan watches while you do. You're surprised he hasn't asked about it honestly. “Would you rather forgive the people who have wronged you or be forgiven by the people you've wronged?”

“Second one.” you reply instantly. 

“Why's that?”

You mumble while looking down, the burn on your cheek hitting you. “I can't forgive them – the people who hurt me.”

He raises an eyebrow, “you can forgive anyone, it just takes time and growth.”

“You don't understand-" the scar on your cheek dribbles a spot of blood, hitting the bed, “shit.” 

“Ah fuck.” Logan groans, quickly standing - moving to the bathroom and grabbing toilet paper. Dabbing the bleeding on the reopened wound. “It's okay, just hold this down.” you do as he says, pressing the paper to your cheek. 

“I'd forgive whoever had wronged me, I hate being mad at people!” 

You give him a small smile and he responds, “you have such a nice smile.” hs states.

Your eyes widen, “oh uhm thanks..” 

“Oh shit it's literally dinner, wanna go down to eat?” 

You tilt your head, “go down?” 

“Yeah ! like the cafeteria?”

“Oh i've just always had my food brought up-” 

Logan cuts you off, “yack that foods kinda mank, c'mon i'll buy you something.”

Who are you to say no to free food?

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SNAP! ── ripped apart.

♯ PAIRINGS - john price x falsely accused reader x 141

♯ SYNOPSIS - tortured for information by your family and the person you loved, john price. you were harmed for something you hadn't even done, you were framed as the traitor and soon they would find out.

♯ TAGS - fluff, angst - panic attack, trauma, flinching.

─ previous chapter // masterlist // next chapter ─

There's a sudden knock on the door to your room, your body dry and freshly washed, the minty smell from the soap bar fills your nostrils whilst you slump on the hospital bed. Curled in a way that was uncomfortable but it wasn't hurting any wounds so that would have to do.

The knock is followed by the door opening wide, revealing a man who you recognise, a man named Logan. The cheery fellow bounces into the room, suddenly the dingy lights seem brighter. "how's my favourite girl?" the man smiles while trotting inside, then closing the door behind him. "The nurse told me t' not bother ya sooo here I am!" he announces, smirking when you peer up at him. Your permanent frown slightly moves upwards when you see the goofy yet devious grin on his face.

Without a reply he sits down on the wooden chair placed by your bed, "you're looking better! my wounds are barely healing!" you wonder what had happened to him for a moment but then you remember that one of the first times he snook into your room, he rambled on for almost an hour. Telling you that he had been shot whilst on a mission, twice in the stomach. Luckily he survived. He smiles as he stretches out his hand, groaning, "I'm glad you're okay," he says, his voice filled with emotion.

A sigh falls from his lips when you sit up, "saw some big beefy guy leave your room before," john, he's obviously talking about john. "Looked real pissed off." Logan mumbles under his breath when he looks to the side. Fucking twat, he was pissed off? He doesn't deserve to be pissed off. "Ya know him?" He looks towards you for an answer. But you two both knew you weren't going to verbally say anything. You nodded hesitantly.

"Ya friends?" the man questions, this time it wasn't so hesitant. "No." You firmly said. Logan thought this was the first time you had spoken to him, it clearly must've been a trigger or something, "he is NOT my friend." Reaffirming your statement, pure rage boils through you at even thinking about being his friend. He lost that fucking privilege. "huh."

There's a silence that lingers in the air. The wet droplets from your freshly washed hair drips down, sending shivers down through your body. "Well, at least you have people visiting. My family is too busy t' visit. Or they just divnt wanna." he mutters the last part, "id kill for anyone t' visit."

"You know you get a lot of people lining outa your door? I can barely get through mine cause these bulky men will always be there." What? You questioned internally. "Ya friends with them?" you probably knew who he was talking about, it was probably the other knobheads that harmed you. None of them had really spoken to you since you arrived, john would sit down on the chair that Logan was currently sitting on sometimes, you two wouldnt talk though. Youd rather kill yourself than utter a single word to him.

"none of them are my friends, " gruffly talking again. Your throat kinda hurt so the sounds came out raspier than you had wanted them to. "hmm! Anywho! You wanna play some cards with me? I knowww.... Snap?" Then he puts on a dumb little smile.

After rolling your eyes at him, you nod. Magically he pulls out a card deck. Placing them on the blanket covering you. Once splitting the deck into two and passes you a half. Logan puts a card down gently on the blanket, not wanting to put it down too hard and hurt you. He didn't quite know what had happened to you but by the looks of it it was bad. You had nurses in all the time, your body was wrapped in bandages and by the looks of it, you only had 8 fingers.

"6 of clubs!" he announces. You place down a random card, 4 of hearts.

After a few rounds, you had won. For him having a deck of cards and wanting to play snap, he wasn't that good at it. A small smirk rises on your face, looking down at your massive stack whilst he had no cards left. "Well, well done." He grumbles with a mocking pout.

Once nodding you give him half your cards and he whacks them across the bed. Scattering the cards around, you gasp. Laughing, he observes the stunned look on your face before you shuffle the cards and half them. Dividing them into two halves, again making sure you both have a half each.

The word snap was yelled out from Logan's lips as he finally got ahead of you and slammed his callosed hand downwards onto the 2 of diamonds. When you flinch, he felt the weight of his face drop. "fuck, I'm sorry-" the look on your face could only be described as panicked, scared and fearful.

Suddenly a loud ringing blinds your ears. Your breathing grows. You take sharp and quick breaths when he looks towards you. You don't know why you panicked so much over something so stupid but then again - you do. "oh god I'm sorry!"

Logan's heart sank as he watched you struggle to catch your breath. He quickly slid closer, his voice gentle, "Hey- fuck- it's okay. I'm right here." He hesitated, unsure whether to reach out physically, but instead whispered, "Just breathe with me, nice and slow," trying to guide you back to calmness. But unfortunately that didn't help. You flinch back once more and shuffle under the blanket. The sounds of the room grew louder, the beeping of the machines sound over Logan's - trying to be - comforting voice. Your breath caught up once more. Your breathing is loud and fast. "it's okay-"

He gets cut off when a nurse comes into the room. She quickly rushes to you and all you see is almost a blur when your eyes prick with water. Distant yelling and you see the obscured bodies rush into the room, the nurse beside you and mumbling nonsense as the blob you think is Logan leaves. 

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OMGG u have grown soo much since i’ve last been onnn i have so much of ur writing to catch up on eeeek HIIII

ABHHHHH welcome back omg!!! hi hi and take ur time (praying u don’t get deleted again 💔)

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memememe!!!!!

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If you kidnap me, I'll take that as a marriage proposal btw

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♡ TW: nsfw, noncon, piercings, sex-trafficking, reader has big breasts...

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about being a sociopathic billionaires sex-trafficked dungeon whore…

You’re his cheap slut—his dirty little secret he keeps down in his filthy basement under lock and key. He might go on boring dates with boring gold-digging prudes to maintain appearances, but even as he fucks them, he’ll roll his eyes at their fake moans, trying to block it out and imagine you—and how he knows you’re waiting for him at home, like a pet.

He’s got intense fetishes—pierced your tits, belly button, tongue, nose, clit, and labia on the first day of your imprisonment. Your nose hook is a ring big enough to fit his cock through when he fucks your throat. Your tongue has a whole of five silver bells and a sixth ring at the very tip, which he often hooks up to a chain so he can lead you around like a panting bitch in heat instead of using a boring old collar.

No, he likes keeping your neck free so he can grip it himself, hard enough to leave his mark on the skin—fresh bruises every new day. He keeps your nipples on a shared leash anyway, so he has plenty of things to yank if he wants to, which he does.

Instead of keeping you chained by your ankle, he keeps you chained by your clit. The chain is skinny and could probably be broken if ripped hard enough, but you wouldn’t dare—any harsh movement feels as though your poor pearl is being pulled off. And with your arms in a harness behind your back, there’s not much left to do but lie there on the sweaty, sex-drenched mattress and wait for your captor to return.

And he does—every day—without fault.

When he comes downstairs, you greet him with your tongue out, nuzzling your face against his crotch just like a puppy, licking him through the fabric of his italian suit until it’s bulbous and fat and dripping with your drool. You never talk unless spoken to, but you always keep your mouth open—it’s the law—if his cock isn’t down your throat, then your tongue should be hanging out and begging for it. 

He has a lot of laws. You’re only allowed to walk around on all fours. You never go upstairs. And your cunt is never empty—if it isn’t hosting his fat erection, it’s cumming and crying around the thrums of a thick egg instead, always keeping you slick and sensitive for his return.

He's a fan of plugging all your holes, especially after a rough day of work. He’ll lay you on your belly against the cool concrete floor, tied up all snug, only able to wiggle as he stuffs your cunt with the fattest dildo in the collection, your other hole with another, before straping the longest one down your throat, just to have you struggle.

Listening to your whimper is how he winds down. Meanwhile, he goes and does something else, such as playing a round of pool between himself and a glass of scotch while laying bets on whatever sport’s showing on the TV—not for the sake of winning, it’s all small millions, just for a bit of fun.

Your pussy is the absolute best. It even has his name on it—tattooed upon the mound in pretty cursive letters like you were custom-designed for him. You basically were—he spent hours browsing through pictures and samples before stopping at you, his perfect little cock-toy.

“Do you wanna be bred or fed, little whore?” he rasps against your ear, fucking your tight wet cunt hard enough for it to squelch with slick, all but streaming down your thighs along with sweat.

You think you’re a very slim step away from comatose—it’s already been a long game of passing in and out. You haven’t been able to stand for a while, but he keeps you upright between himself and the wall, letting you rest with your cheek smushed up against the cool concrete as the only thing keeping you stable, except from his ruthless manhandling, keeping you on your feet even as your knees shake and buckle.

You’re so light-headed—he doesn’t feed you nearly enough to sustain the activity he puts you through. Actually, he doesn’t feed you enough to sustain any amount of activity at all. But you suppose that’s part of the fun—keeping you dull and weak and pliant, desperate to please in the hopes he’ll have mercy. Anything will do, anything at all—scraps, crumbs, cum.

“Fed,” you pant weakly in answer, to which he chuckles breathlessly.

Simpering at your ear with a toothy grin. “Of course, you do—” He gropes both breasts in his ringed hands, kneading them up like dough as he steadily ruts against you—balls smacking hard and heavily against your clit. “Gotta keep these fat tits plump and juicy for me, right?”

Everything is numb and sore—even breathing is consuming too much energy. You can only rejoice that it’s all going to be over soon, agreeing to his vile words all too sweetly, “Yes, master—”

He coos at you—why would he want any pearl-necked blouse-wearing preppy cunt over you, his perfectly house-trained slut.

“C’mere and say ah, slut—and I’ll give you a nice warm mouthful.” He pulls you down to the ground, on your knees with your back against the wall, his fist in your hair holding your head back while you roll out your tongue.

Groaning when he starts spurting, “That’s it, my needy little cum-junkie—swallow it all.” 

There’s always a hint of psychotic glee to his rambles, something just short of frantic. 

“Waste a drop, and you’ll lick it up off the floor.” Oh, you know. And so you make sure to wait until all of it’s out before swallowing. 

Your tongue is no stranger to his body or its tastes. Whether it be the sweat off his ballsack or the dried piss off his cockhead—you lick him clean—suck his toes as you massage his sore feet, lip his armpits, but most importantly this—drinking his cum and cherishing every drop of it. Your sole food source…

“Good bitch.”

This is what being rich is all about—warding his very own dungeon where he trains his very own little sex slave.

He washes you every day. Making thorough work of it. Fingering all your holes as deep as he can reach with soap and oil, even your mouth. Treating you just as if you were a real plastic blow-up doll. 

It’s the most intimate relationship he’ll ever have.

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Naoya, Geto, Gojo, ♡ HQ – Tsukishima, Kuro, Sakusa, Atsumu ♡ BLLK – Reo, Sae

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

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fic-ception!

pairing: gojo x afab!reader

summary: you love your bf! you just can't blame a girl for indulging in her favourite works. and when he catches you? oops..

cw: 18+ only, nsfw (MDNI!!!), smut, piv sex, anal, fingering, light manhandling, dirty talk and some praise, creampie, aphrodisiac (pollen bb), dubcon, sex toy use, does this count as roleplay idk

Credit goes to @uzmacchiato for the divider!

Normally, Gojo insists on falling asleep together. And together means his lanky limbs wrapped around yours, breaths shared, and heartbeats in sync. 

If you got home late — be it work, girls-night-out, or any event that did not involve him — expect Gojo to be waiting, ever so patiently, on your bed. Propped up against the wooden bedframe, a pillow behind him, and a book in hand. When he saw you trudge in, the blanket kicked aside, plushies sent flying, and you, flung onto the springy mattress with one of Gojo’s beefy arms like you weighed nothing. 

Tonight was not one of those nights, it seemed. 

Your sweet, stubborn, darling of a boyfriend had dozed off. His glasses askew on his face, likely from the way he’d slumped sideways into the pillow. The book had fallen to the floor, his arm still extended towards where it once was. 

You want to pinch his cheeks. Squish his face. Is that what they call cuteness aggression? 

Waking him wasn’t an option — he barely gets enough rest as is. You slink into the bathroom, the tiles cool underneath your feet. You brush your teeth, one mindless scrub at your gums after the other, before spitting it out and watching it slip down the drain. The rest of your night time routine is completed with the same efficiency. 

You have one thought: get to bed. 

You flick the lights off, stumble to your side of the bed, and slide into the blankets like you’re some panther. 

Your hand is tucked under the coolness of the pillow, while you face the slumbering giant next to you. The moonlight carves delicate shadows onto his face, his wispy eyelashes fluttering every so often. REM sleep? He’s been out of it long before you came home. 

And you’re glad, so happy, that he finally went to sleep early. You know how many late nights and early mornings he pulls. 

It’s just…you’re ovulating right now. And ugh, this hunk of a man sleeping soundly right beside you is really sending your hormones into overdrive. He just smells so …him. All musk, and warm, and honey. Like comfort and sin, bundled into one big, breathing furnace of temptation. 

Heat sparks low in your belly, and you feel a slight dampness in your panties. Fuck. 

With a huff, you roll to face the wall, muttering another silent curse at how unfairly good he smells. Maybe in the morning, you’ll get your revenge. 

Or maybe….

As if the universe is sending you a sign, your phone lights up from the bedside table. 

Maybe…you don’t have to wait. 

You reach for the phone. The wallpaper lights up with a photo of Gojo and you, and you quickly swipe away. The phone is cool in your hand as you unlock the screen, and open your favourite smutty fic. The one bookmarked under a very misleading folder name.

What did they say about desperate times?

Your eyes keep flicking back to your periphery, as if feeling guilty about this. But, he’s not awake right now. As if trying to shield the man beside you from what you’re about to read, you pull up the covers a bit more — ducking under the softness. 

What he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him. 

Notifs? Silenced. Brightness? All the way down. Pillow strategically between your legs? Check! 

“Sir,” you squeak out, “Are you feeling okay?” 

The jungle plants press in around you, vibrant foliage and giant, swathing leaves brushing at your knees. Sweat clings to you both like a second skin. Maybe this expedition was a bad idea. 

Your commander had jumped at the opportunity — rare plants, exotic compounds, potential drug discoveries. 

But now, your usually stoic commander is flushing, covered head to toe in strange powder. The plant had ejected its pollen right into his face when he leaned in close for a sample. His pupils are blown wide, bulge straining against the front of his pants. 

You step closer, heartbeat thudding in your ears. He’s panting now, 

“Sir, you’re burning up,” you comment, eyebrows furrowing. He flinches from your touch. And he smells….stronger. Musk and something else. Something raw, and feral. 

You step back cautiously, your boots crunching softly against damp underbrush.

“y/n,” your commander growls, voice hoarse, “run.”

-

“Should’ve run when I told you to,” he rasps in your ear, hips rutting against your clothed ass as he pins you to the ground, the dirt and bark scraping at every inch of exposed skin. His weight pins you down, chest to your back, the heat of him searing through your thin clothes. 

“Now, you’re gonna stay here and take it.” 

And God, you will. 

His hands are ruthless. Calloused palms sliding up your sides, fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. In his lust-addled state, the buttons are his worst enemy. And so, he rips the fabric, clawing at the scraps like it offended him. He grips your breasts without hesitation — rough, hungry, thumbs swiping across your nipples as he hisses into your neck. 

You keen, throwing your head back in a shameful moan. Your cheeks flush. 

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” he growls. “My cock buried in you. Bent over a desk. Or like this — like an animal.” 

You gasp — not in denial, but in shameful confirmation. 

He laughs darkly, the sound vibrating through your spine and sending heat to your core. 

“Fucking knew it,” he mutters. “Could smell you. Dripping for me. For this.” 

You bury your face into your pillow, letting the phone flop beside you in defeat. Now, you really just wanted to try aphrodisiac chocolate with Satoru. This fic didn’t help matters. Now you’re even hornier than before — the patch in your panties only grew. 

“Why’d you stop?” 

You freeze. 

The phone is still beside your pillow, screen dimmed to black. Your breath catches, and for a full second, you try to convince yourself that you imagined it. 

But then you feel it: the brush of fingers at your hip, slow and deliberate. 

Gojo’s voice rumbles again, barely above a whisper, right against the shell of your ear. 

“C’mon, don’t leave me hanging. We were just getting to the good part.” 

You whirl to face him, mortified. 

“You were awake?” 

He grins at you, sleepy and smug, eyes half-lidded and glinting like he just unwrapped his birthday present. “Not at first,” he hums, “But then someone kept shiftin’ around and breathing weird.” 

You groan, burying your face in the pillow again. “I hate you.”

“Nah.” He nudges your phone with a knuckle, reviving your fic, and showing exactly where you paused. 

“So, did your commander grab your tit like this?” He man-handles you, shoving you against the mattress and propping you up on your hands and knees, kneeling behind you. Gojo grabs your right tit, pinching at the nipple and trailing feather light touches in its wake. “Or, was it like this?” His other hand fondles your neglected boob, using his thumb to ever-so-gently flick your teat until it pebbles, swirling the digit in circular motions. 

The difference in his touch has you breathing heavily, shivering under his cool touch. It’s just the right amount of stimulation. God, you needed this. Saliva pools on your tongue, as the heat coils low in your belly. 

Gojo’s hand splays itself across the width of your waist, urging you to kneel, face first. When you obey, you’re rewarded with a “Good girl, so obedient f’me, hm?”

Fuck. Your arousal is dripping out of you. Not that you’ll say it. Not that he already knows, he’s already sliding one long finger through your folds experimentally, oohing and aahing at how soaked you are already, humming like he’s won a prize. 

You twist your head towards the sound of his voice, scowling at his self-satisfied smirk in your periphery. You glower — he grins. “Uh oh…,” Gojo says, “She’s mad.” 

Gojo pulls the finger out. “You got this wet without me?” he pouts. He sounds…jealous? “Am I not good enough for you, baby?” 

You’re the reason, idiot. You part your lips, but he doesn’t give you the chance to respond. 

A hand slithers to the roots of your hair, fingers clinging to your scalp and shoving you down into the pillows. “Do you want me to be mean,” he husks, “like your precious commander?”  

His fingers enter your tiny hole again, groaning as it flutters around his digits. He pumps once, twice, slides them out, just to wipe your slick on your back, painting your skin with arousal. You shudder as the cold air meets your juices, and Gojo laughs, delighted. 

A pop! fills the air as he sucks his fingers and pulls them from his lips. “Mmmm.”

You hear the slide of your phone across the sheets. Was he consulting the fanfic? Probably. Wait, no, that means —

Gojo flips your world upright, palms locked on your hips as he pins you back to the mattress without hesitation. His eyes are blown wide, hungry, locking onto yours as he forces your thighs apart, kneeling between them. 

One hand grips both of yours above your head, the other traces patterns down the swell of your breasts, to your waist, your inner thigh. 

“So, Commander slides his torch up his subordinate’s ass?” Gojo asks, tone conversational, rummaging through your drawers. “Don’t have a torch, sweetheart, hope this’ll, do.”

He slathers the monster dildo with lube, stroking it until it glistens in the low light. 

You writhe against his touch, but you’re no match against his rippling muscles. Gojo gets harder at the sight, his cock twitches at your glare. You, his sweet girl, helpless under him, glare and all. He could cum at the sight. 

“Satoru, let’s just uhmph — talk!” Your plea dies  when he presses his finger to your clit. The sensation has you bucking upwards, but that only makes it worse. (better). He cups your cunt in the palm of one large hand, thumb circling your pulsing bud, the rest of his fingers dipping in and out of your greedy hole like it’s his personal toy. 

“You’re going to love this,” he mutters. 

Without warning, the dildo presses against your asshole. Cold. Slick. Unforgiving. You gasp, body jolting, but Gojo’s weight keeps you pinned. He shushes you, almost sweetly. 

“Shh, babe. This is what your commander did, right?” His voice is all mockery, taunting you.

He pushes the tip past your rim slowly, watching with an obsessive focus as your body stretches around it. 

“So fucking tight,” he groans. “Relax, I’ve got you.” 

Inch by inch, he feeds it into you. His eyes watch the way you squirm, hesitating when you let out a sound a little too loud, wince a bit too painfully. But each time, you nod, and he continues pushing. 

The whimpers spill from your throat. “That’s it. Take it. Take it,” he coos. 

When it’s fully seated inside, he lets go — admiring how the ring of muscle twitches. Your hole stuffed full. Your thighs trembling. The flush spreading down your chest. 

You’re breathing like you can’t get enough air, the wind rattling through your chest, as you rest your eyes. 

You feel stuffed. Overfull. The weight of it pressing into nerves you didn’t know existed. Walls of muscle clench down on it instinctively, the obscene heat pooling between your legs as your cunt clenches around nothing — needy and forgotten, 

“Nasty girl,” Gojo rasps, continuing to tease your puffy pearl, “Y’know, sweetheart, checked your cycle today. I know you’re ovulating.” 

He doesn’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t need to — 

Thwap!

“ — aagghh,” you cry out, more pleasure than pain. He fills you in one brutal thrust, his cockhead knocking against your cervix like a battering ram. You twitch beneath him, the pressure relentless — too much, too fast. Gojo is pistoning his hips like he can’t get enough. 

“Fuckin’ knew it,” Gojo growls, hips flush to yours. “This greedy pussy missed me.” He doesn’t wait a second longer, cock dragging out halfway, and then slamming back in. Hard. 

Every movement is magnified. The way Gojo rocks into your cunt grinds the toy in your ass, the two rubbing with delicious friction. Forcing our gasps that sound dangerously close to sobs. 

The sound of skin on skin fills the room, wet and obscene. The bed creaks under the force of Gojo’s thrusts, the bed frame slamming against the wall so hard you’re worried for its structural integrity. Gojo’s eyes latch onto your jiggling tits, before his gaze slides to your fucked-out face.   

“Drenched before I even touched you,” he snarls into your ear, voice low and vicious. “Bet you soaked through the sheets reading. Dreaming about someone else shoving his cock in you?”

You whimper, struggling against his grip. You’re caged in. 

“My touch-starved girl,” he breathes. “‘m so sorry for neglecting you like this, hm?” He punctuates each word with another thrust — deep, brutal, like he’s trying to fuck the apology into you. His pace is merciless, like he can’t go for more than half a second pressed against your tight walls. Pleasure, hot and white, builds until you’re spasming on his cock, lips parted in a wordless ‘o’. 

Thick and heavy, ropes of cum fill you up. You moan at the sensation, whining when Gojo pulls out. 

The man in question flops beside you, pulling you close, his bangs slicked onto his forehead. 

“Can we do this again? Didn’t even get through all the positions…” 

Oh no. 

a/n: not proofread, sorry if there are any typos or anything xx exams are over yk what that means 😈

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𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮/ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: established relationship, somnophilia, hints at cock warming, hints at cream pie, heavy sleeper!reader, some fingering, praise, heavy overstimulation, squirting a lot, vibrator, face fucking, some ball sucking and fondling, light dacryphilia, very light size kink

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: more somnophilia w trio???

Suguru glides his throbbing, veiny cock into your drenched tight cunt with slow pumps. Never let his fat head slip out before giving you every inch. He's lost in the sweet, hot wetness of your beautiful pussy spasming around him.

Your sleepy whines were what woke Suguru up. Lazily grinding your hips back, seeking friction and pleasure in your sleep. He couldn't resist. You're so vulnerable in your sleepy state, your smaller warm body so easy to dominate.

"You're so needy, princess. I filled your beautiful cunt up and fucked you to sleep. Yet you're wanting more? Waking me up from my nap without even waking yourself up." Your breathy moan of his name is too needy.

He wants to make you cum so badly, to give your beautiful cunt and body just what she needs. He groans, slipping his hand down to stroke your sensitive, soft clit. "Fuck." He's quickly getting overwhelmed by your super-soaker cunt.

"I need more princess, and I"m already so deep inside you. You're not gonna wake up and take some responsibility for how hard my cock is?" Suguru is still drunk off your pussy. him pussy-drunk within mere seconds of waking up. Or maybe he woke up drunk off your pussy, craving it from the moment you fell asleep with him still stuffed inside you.

Suguru wants to fuck more of his thick white cum into your overstimulated, sore little hole. "I need to see your beautiful wet cunt take my cock. Let's see if I can fuck you awake since I fucked you to sleep. " Easily reaching the lamp on the side table, flicking it on. Your bedroom door slowly opens with Toji and Satoru trailing into the room.

Just as Satoru opens his mouth Suguru throws an unused pillow at his head. That Satoru catches and drops onto the floor. Suguru keeps his voice low, "If you're joining then don't yell, you'll piss her off." He gently slips the blanket off you, piling it on the chair facing your bed.

You whine, shifting onto your back, stretching your arm out in search of Suguru. Your eyes remain closed, your chest rising and falling with deep slow breaths. "Ohhhh mmmmmm," he draws out his low moan, "sweetheart looks so yummy." Satoru makes quick work of his clothes.

Suguru suggests, "We can both fuck her pussy, stretch her out, fill her up make her cry." Toji helps himself to the vibrator left on top of a hand towel on your bedside table. Clicking the button makes it spring to life with an intense buzz.

"Why not, her greedy little pussy can handle it." Satoru moans, climbing onto the bed. Spreading your lips apart whilst Toji glides the toy down. Swirling the tip around your tight little hole.

Gliding it up to your clit, smearing your slick with stroke. Suguru settles next to Satoru spreading your legs "Her pussy looks so beautiful clenchin' around nothing." Suguru kisses your cunt, gliding his tongue past.

Satoru takes the toy over from Toji who claims, "After you two go she's all mine. If your cocks get hard from watching her get fucked in you can wait till after." Your eyes flutter open, and your mouth drops. Grinding your hips on the toy, your every movement and sweet moan makes your three boyfriends hornier.

Toji's clothes quickly meet the floor. "You hear that ya sleepy brat. After they double-team your beautiful pussy till she's sore, I'm gonna use ya like a cock sleeve." Suguru glides two fingers past your lips. Stroking his cock, using the slick left from being balls deep inside you to help him jerk off.

Toji drops his balls on your fast, spitting on his palm. Smearing it over his cock whilst you open your mouth sucking on as much of Toji's sack as you can. Moaning when Satoru rubs your clit faster. Your toes curl and your thighs tremble.

Suguru massages your sweet spot. Satoru croons, "I want to see her cunt spasming as she cums before we fill her up." Suguru slips his fingers out, spreading your plush lips apart. Helping Satoru and himself watch your tiny hole clench and relax.

Thick slick trickling from your pussy, bring some of Suguru's thick, old cum. Kept warm by your pussy.

Toji groans, lifting his balls up to stuff his cock into your mouth. Sticking your tongue out, hallowing your cheeks. Squeezing Toji's thigh, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles beneath your palm. Cupping Toj's balls and fondling them.

Toji slips his cock out for you to kiss along the underside side of him. Before taking him back into your mouth for him to fuck. Wanting to make sure all three of your boyfriends could use your tired body to get off.

There is something about waking up like this. With three muscular men, wanting to drain their heavy balls in you, with their veiny cocks aching for your attention. You can't get enough of it.

Suguru muses, "You're so close sweetheart, let go gorgeous." Thick clear cum squirts from your quivering cunt. Satoru drips his head down first, holding the vibrator still on your clit. Refusing to let up.

He glides his tongue into your tangy, spasming cunt, pumping it as deep. Your thick cum gushes onto his face, trickling down his chin. You can't stop. The moment Satoru pulls away Suguru's face is between your legs.

Suguru groans into your cunt, the barbell of his tongue ring gliding inside you is too much. But Satoru won't let you run away. Grabbing your hips, pinning your down for Suguru to lick clean what Satoru left.

You can feel the vibrations in your cunt from your clit. The pulse, the pressure, and Suguru's pierced tongue are too much. Yet you want more. Wanting them to fuck you back into the sleepy stupor like Suguru had done prior to the nap he took with you. When he was unwilling to pull his cock out of your warm cunt.

Your eyes burn with hot tears that quickly trickle down. Letting go of Toji's heavy ball sack to dig your nails into his thigh. Toji ruts his hips quickly roughly fucking your mouth without care. "You're going to cum on my cock like that. Otherwise, I'm not stopping until your pussy breaks."

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