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[vanilabaebo]

a couple ideas i have for new fics 𝜗𝜚⋆

[vanilabaebo]

me time. 𝜗𝜚⋆

cw: bakugo fluff, making out, bakugo x chubby reader

its sunday night. your phone vibrates every three seconds with notifications from your best friends, ochako, momo, and mina.

mina: girl, is your date over yet? we miss youuu

and where are you?

the figure underneath your fluffy blanket (the one with the pompompurin patterns on it) lets out an incoherent sound and reaches over, grabbing your phone and clicking do not disturb.

“do they ever stop talking?” he grumbles, shifting underneath the blanket, causing you to squeak.

“kats, quit moving!” you whine. “you’re heavy.” he’d been laying on top of you, covered by the blanket and nose stuffed in your tits without complaint, just harsh, really warm breathing.

your boyfriend frowns, looking up at you. “then tell your friends to be quiet. it’s me time, not girls’ night or whatever they said.”

you can’t help but giggle at his irritated face. “oh, it’s you time?”

he nods, making a noise of agreement and settling his face in your skin again. his own phone has been silenced long ago, stuffed somewhere underneath the fluffy pillows of your bed.

“you’re so adorable,” you coo, running your fingers through his spiky blonde hair. “ ‘you time.’ i like the sound of that.” “i’m not fuckin’ adorable. it’s me time ’cause you’re mine.” he scowls, a tiny crease disrupting the space between his brows as he rises up from the blanket, putting his hands on either side of your head on the wall behind the couch.

“kats, don’t touch the wall. how many times do i tell you?” you scold him. “you leave scuff marks on —”

you’re interrupted by his mouth capturing yours heatedly.his lips are always warm so he feels comforting when he grabs you closer, deepening the kiss with his tongue and sliding his hands up your shirt. “katsuki!.” you mewl out when he moves to your neck, anchoring yourself by grabbing his hair.

he kisses noisily up your neck, grasping gently at your tits before giving your earlobe a tiny bite and going back to your lips. (did he just burn the corner of your shirt? you can’t tell.) all you know is this last kiss is intense.

when you finally break apart, you’re practically gasping for air — you hadn’t been expecting it, but you’re not really complaining.

“what part of me time do you not get?” he complains, his face red, hair mussed.

you blink. “what do you mean?” you say, puzzled.

bakugo frowns slightly, but there’s a twinkle in his eye when he tucks your hair behind your ear and leaves his hand there. “in me time, your friends don’t get to say anything. and also, you don’t get to complain.”

“but you can?” you can’t help but smirk at his hypocrisy, bakugo can’t go a single second without complaining but he’s telling you not to?

“mhmmm,” he sighs, breathing in your scent and leaning into your neck, staying there for a while.

“and you’re telling me, if i break the rules of katsuki’s ‘me time’, what just happened will happen again?” you grin, holding him tight to your body with your hand on the back of his head.

“um — ” he starts, you can practically hear the frown in his voice turn into a smile. “well, maybe.”

and well, maybe you like ‘me time’ after all.

© vanilabaebo 2025.

[vanilabaebo]

just here for you. 𝜗𝜚⋆

cw : reader is pathetic, mean shiggy, smut, angst, unrequited love, degradation, fingering, multiple positions. mdni

you joined the league to lose yourself. to become stronger and defeat heroes in a futile attempt to find your purpose, and then eventually die.

you had, by no means whatsoever, expected to be used as a toy, useless under the hands of your boss, tomura shigaraki.

but you were. and oh, you are sick for enjoying it.

your biceps burn with the effort of lifting yourself up. you don’t want to injure him, after all, do you?

still, your hands rest on shigaraki's scrawny, scar-ridden abs. attempt to push yourself up, then fail. he's fully bottomed out inside you, tip twitching as if exerting the impatience that his face was showing quite clearly.

“don't know why i let you join us, you’re weak as shit,” he barks at you, cold, pale hands grabbing your hips, dirty nails digging into your skin. “can't even ride me. too fuckin' weak to even lift yourself.”

whenhe’d told you to ride him, you’d gladly obliged. hadnt known when you’d get the next chance. If it would ever happen.

for now, you were just glad to be used.

you struggle to push yourself up. whimpers escape your soft lips when he moves just the tiniest bit under you, slightly rutting his hips up.

but you can’t bounce, can’t lift yourself up. you're too weak.

this could’ve been another chance to prove yourself, to make him see that you could be a villain, you could've ridden him to the point where he couldnt take it.

but somehow, you're messing this up too.

“fuck's sake, I’ll just do it myself,” he mutters under his breath, lifting you up, muscles flexing.

you exhale at the sight. you should've let him help you ride way before.

sweat beads on his furrowed brow. drool escapes that corner of his mouth where he bites down on his lip in concentration (and maybe so he doesn’t make any noise).

his arm muscles flex, veins showing, fingers digging as he lifts you.

up, down, up, down. 

he grunts as he thrusts into you, and you’re doing it, aren’t you? giving him what he wants in that moment — pleasure.

“ah, don’t move,” he groans. “hold me so you don’t — fuck, fuck— don’t move.”

you grip his shoulders so hard that you hope they don’t leave a mark, determined to be as silent as he is, though little whimpers escape you. you're far from perfect.

“hah-” your mouth falls open in a moan.

dare you say his name?

“shig — ”

as expected, you are delivered a light slap to your chest.

“don't say that name,” he orders, but his voice is breaking a little, drawling because hes pleasured too.

he watches you the whole time. how tears leak from the corner of your eyes. how your tits bounce with every thrust. how your nose is scrunched up, toes curled, eyes closed in pure bliss.

because he’s giving you the time of your life, isn’t he? 

and poor you, you are just feeding his ego.

“yeah, that’s it,” he mumbles, his eyes never leaving your face. “feel me in there?” 

you just nod.

It’s all you can do when he jerks his hips up into you, meeting that spongy g-spot of yours that makes you completely melt, all moans and slurred words and ready to cum when he wants you to. 

Which, of course, he notices, so it doesn’t last long.

you are here for him, not yourself. you do not get the pleasure of cumming on him.

so it shouldn’t come as a surprise when you are flipped over, your face crushed into the sheets of his dusty-smelling bed, face down, ass up, chilled by the cool air. 

you grip those sheets all the more tightly when you realize he could have killed you just now.

he could've used all five fingers. you could be dust (but you’re not).

he ruts into you like a man starved of sex (which he is).

you can’t do anything but take it, your head shoved down into the pillow by his hand so your cries are muffled. 

he pulls out almost all the way, his tip brushes your pussy lips, smearing your slick onto your thighs. all you do is moan for him.

“ah, please, please..” and you don’t even know what you’re begging for?

then he thrusts back in, keeps pounding into you like it’s clockwork, in out, in, out, his rhythm never stopping.

lewd squelching noises echo around the room from your pussy that is too wet for someone who couldn’t care less, thwaps from his balls slapping against your ass. he pushes your head deeper into the sheets, and you can't help but get freaked out, because he is inches away from murdering you. your muddled emotions just make it more overwhelming.

you sob, mascara melting into the corners of your eyes and making you cry harder.

you're close to your orgasm, that little ball of heat that has been held together this whole time so close to unfurling and tearing your throbbing pussy apart. He knows it, too.

but tomura shigaraki is anything but generous.

If anything, he is merciful.

and so he flips you over again to see that fear in your eyes.

and yet it is the fear that keeps you there, keeps your skin warm under his body and keeps your gazes locked together. thankfully, he doesn’t say anything about it.

But only because of how merciful he is. may as well be his only positive defining trait (isn’t it?). 

it is what helps him continuously pound into you, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, thrusting you into oblivion, stretching your poor cunt so much that you are sobbing in between your moans, pain and pleasure.

“i can't, it's — ah, fuck! — too much. hurts,” you hiccup, breaking off to sniffle.

you are pathetic. no wonder he chose you.

yet he keeps you in that mating press, kisses your knee in between thrusts, but you must ignore the intimacy of it all, because he’s groaning so fucking loud and it’s making you even more wet because the sound is just so pretty.

“so — fuck — so damn tight, m’gonna, hahhh — .” he groans, head tossed back.

he's close, hissing as you clench helplessly around his length, his heavy balls thwap against your ass, full of cum he so desperately needs to release.

“so fuckin’ tight, ohh —”

and he hits his climax in a euphoria of pleasure, pulling out to cum all over you, giving his shaft one last pump before letting his syrupy white liquid spurting onto your bare stomach with a long, dragging moan of your name,

and him moaning your name and just him all over you is almost enough to make you yourself orgasm, but it’s not enough.

you choke back a cry. you were so close. 

and even though you want so badly to prove yourself strong, you can’t help it.

can't help it because that ball that had been building, the center of heat in your core was practically begging for release.

“tomura,” you whimper, trying to meet his dark red gaze.

he is still straddling your hips, his dick resting on your stomach, and when you speak, his pretty pink mushroom tip twitches like it knows you want more.

“what?” he snaps, glaring at you.

“please . . . please, I just . . .” your voice trails off; you are just so ashamed. was what he did not enough? are you ungrateful or something, is that why you’re begging for more like a whore?

he runs a pale hand through his greasy blue hair.

inhales sharply through his nose, looks down at your cunt, clenching at nothing, dripping with slick from your denied orgasm.

“do you even deserve it? you can’t even fuck properly. you're like some weak boss level,” he adds with a mutter.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you promise, tears running down your face and landing on the ruined sheets beside you.

“i would hope so,” he sneers, but his fingers are already starting to rub lazy circles on your clit, moving to pump inside of you.

his fingers are long, but fast,and hard and overstimulating and all too quickly thrusting against that pleasure-filled spot when he curls them just right.

“t-tomura, hahh — m’gonna cum, fuck, tomura!”

You cry, your pussy throbbing and your hips bucking and soaking his hand with your cum, legs shaking underneath him, hands clutching wildly at his shoulders for some stability.

you don’t miss how he doesn’t slap you this time for saying his name.

nor do you miss the way he lifts his other hand to hold you when you arch into his body, crying out in pleasure from your climax.

how he gently rubs your back. one finger lifted, because he doesn’t want to kill you. (he still does not love you).

you clutch him like a lifeline, and maybe he is one, he is your lifeline.

but you are not his.

sex is an occasion to him, a bonus level. something to get his mind off of how many battles hes lost, or a video game that ended.

but he is still holding you, isn’t he?. even if he doesn’t love you back.

even if you are only a toy. a weapon, with a useful quirk.

someone that he can use for pleasure when he’s feeling needy, and someone who he can send into battle without remorse.

he will never, ever love you back.

even if he is still holding you.

© vanilabaebo 2025.

[vanilabaebo]

soo i have this finished angsty shigaraki smut fic sitting in my drafts for a while now who wants it

[vanilabaebo]

Hi, the ice cream scoop on your pfp looks like Appa from avatar the last airbender. Thought you should know.

:D

i actually thought that while i was setting it as my pfp omg 😭 i LOVE atla thank you for mentioning this <3

[vanilabaebo]

homebody boyfriend

cw: sukuna fluff, suggestive, horny sukuna, sukuna hates gojo, snarky reader

you are the social life of the household. and unfortunately for your boyfriend sukuna, that means inviting each and every single one of your friends over.. any second you can.

even the white-haired clown that he calls a snowflake. who he insists on kicking out.

he grumbles your name from the enclosed shower in the bathroom you two share. "has at least gojo left yet?"

you giggle when he comes out with a fluffy white towel over his head. "no, sukuna. come on, can't you two at least try to like each other?"

you know it's basically physically impossible — they're practically polar opposites. sukuna is quiet, grumbly, and hates spending time with anyone but you, and gojo is loud, boisterous, and everything sukuna loathes.

but still. you can't be sukuna's only friend forever.

"i tolerate the other ones," he retorts, "suguru and shoko. but gojo? hell no."

"babe," you laugh, because he looks silly underneath the towel. "you can't hide in here forever, come on."

he peeks out underneath, and you catch a glimpse of his spiky pink hair. "i can hide from that snowflake for eternity. and anyway, didn't you say that you wanted to spend more time with me?" the corner of his lips quirks up in a tiny grin.

you smirk. "no, i said i wanted you to spend more time with other people. y'know, make friends?"

he drops the towel and blows a heaving sigh upwards to get hair out of his face.

"i'd rather drop dead." he makes his way across your bedroom over to you with a hopeful look on his face. "kick them out? all of them?for me?"

you sigh.

inwardly kick yourself for even considering kicking out your friends, because you've been trying to get sukuna to make at least one friend for nearly five months.

"fine."

he hops up, hopeful look erased with a smug one now. "finally," he purrs, patting you on the head like a cat.

so, you end up tiptoeing into the other room with a not-so-sorry expression, murmuring to your friends that something came up and they're gonna have to leave.

("if you guys are gonna fuck, just say so," shoko tells you; "me and sugu could make it a two man," says gojo)

and now you have the house to yourself. and sukuna.

" holy freaking shit, i'm horny," the pink-haired menace groans, sprawling himself on your pleather couch like a cat.

"you just made me kick out my friends!" you frown.

he smirks. "yeah, i did do that, huh?" he lazes around on the couch for a couple more heartbeats before looking up at you, his smirk widened into a cheeky grin.

"what, kuna?" you say, still annoyed that your friends had to leave. you head back into your bedroom, picking up the towel he'd dropped from before and the mess he made in the bathroom.

he follows you, lips fixed in a cute little pout, almost like a puppy. "no, don't walk away."

you thrust the towel into his arms. "here, come with me and put this away. you can talk while we walk."

"don't get all mad at me, woman," he says warningly (it goes in one ear, out the other)

"i'm not all mad at you, man," you flash back at him.

this seems to make him in a lighter mood, at least, because he stuffs the towels very un-carefully back in the closet, eyes bright, and lifts you up two feet off the ground, wrapping his hands around your hips.

"kuna! put me down!" you whine, trying to stay mad at him, but its really hard to when he makes those sexy red eyes of his look all big and doelike.

"can we fuck tonight?" he asks casually, hands still lifting you.

you can hardly believe your ears. so, basically shoko was right. "this is why you wanted our friends gone? unbelievable." you huff.

he scowls and puts you down (quite gently for a curse like him). "don't be a brat. and don't make me say that.. that word."

you grin. of course. manners. the one other thing he hates in the world besides satoru gojo. "well, since you brought it up," you say oh so sweetly. "no, we can't have sex tonight unless you say please."

he huffs a big sigh. (did he just stomp his foot?) "please," he whispers, barely heard. the air conditioning is louder than his voice.

"what was that?" you smile.

"please." he kicks the wall, annoyed. then he huffs, fed up. "please. please can we fuck tonight??" he basically shouts, his face red as a tomato.

you giggle at his toddler-esque actions. "well, since you asked me so nicely," you purr, batting your lashes at him as seductive as you can.

"but i have one condition."

"what's that?" he says warily, that adorable crease between his brows returns.

you can't help but laugh at his over-the-top reaction when he tosses his head back and grumbles something about a snowflake seducing his girlfriend — "My friends get to come over tomorrow."

© vanilabaebo 2025.

[vanilabaebo]

arrange this! (req by anon!)

cw: suggestive, suggested smut, arranged marriage trope, naoya cant shut up

you’d thought arranged marriages were things of fantasy. but, seeing as to how you are young and beautiful, and the product of a rich family — maybe it shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

still, you’ve half a mind to complain to your parents about the man you’re supposed to marry, who has shown nothing but arrogance and contempt.

naoya zenin. the hottest blonde you’ve ever known, and somehow the most annoying.

i’m supposed to marry this guy?? you think, holding back a groan of annoyance.

“guy” in question sits across from you, lost in his own little bragging world — “bet ya didn’t know I’m the heir to my clan and I lead an elite unit, that’s the kinda man you’ll be marryin’, huh, baby?”

all you can do is nod and hope he stops talking soon.

except soon stretches into hours, and then days,

and now, months, and you’ve grown used to your snarky fiancée’s mouth (in more ways than one) and maybe, just maybe you can’t live without it.

when he’s at work, the house is dead silent. and when he comes home from a long day, he steps through the door and shouts, “man, where’s my goddamn girlfriend! been missin’ her all day!”

even though he knows you’re in the kitchen, cooking up his favorite.

“baby, there you are!” he exclaims, rushing over to you and hugging you from behind (he’s hard already), rubbing up on you before he starts talking about his day.

“ohhhmygoshh babe, toji gave me the most annoying bullshit about something i said, said i don’t stop talking or something, but you don’t think so, right babe?” he has to crouch down a bit, you’re so much shorter than him but he doesn’t mind.

you reach up to scratch your nails through his blonde hair. “mhmm, you’re right baby.”

even though he talks so much, you hang on to his every word with a cute nod n’ a smile, it’s part of why he adores you so much.

“thanks baby, knew ya’d agree,” naoya purrs, refocusing his attention back on rubbing on you. “ ’m so glad your parents put ya with me. dunno what’d I’d do without you. now what’s for — ughhhh, noodles and pork again??”

you try not to feel hurt. “you don’t like it?”

he shifts on his feet, scratches his neck like he’s trying not to say no. “ya knowww, baby.. there’s a ton of things I’d rather eat instead.” he cocks a cheeky smirk at you.

”..really? like what?”

but even though you’d already known what he was going to say, you can’t help the surprised little eep! that you let out when he lifts you on the counter, his huge hands already spreading your thighs apart. “this pussy.”

well. it is the only way to shut him up.

© vanilabaebo 2025.

[vanilabaebo]

Could I perhaps request Naoya Zenin x petite submissive arranged wife... (smut or not)

this person gets it!!!!!!!!!

[vanilabaebo]

house party 𝜗𝜚⋆

cw: plot, eventual smut, drunk gojo, college au, alcohol, dubconish

satoru’s house parties are flings of the century. rowdy and plenty of alcohol and weed and don’t you dare think he doesn’t have a game of football on and he’s not jumping up and down when the players score.

it’s loud. so, so loud.

but as his grumpy roommate, the only thing you can do is shove your airpods in and nestle deeper into your sheets and will him to just please, tell them to go home!

but unfortunately, such an anti-party attitude doesn’t fly over with satoru too well!

partygoers (a drunk shoko and utahime) pound on your bedroom door, slurring their words and laughing about how lame you are, and you’ve finally had enough.

“gojo! tell all these people to go home!” you snap, sticking your head out your bedroom door.

but your snowy haired roommate is busy wasted on the couch, slugging another bottle of beer with that annoying wide smirk.

“somethin’ wrong, babe?” he teases. “not one for parties, huh?”

you scowl at him. “I’m not your babe. get over here, I need to talk to you.” you hope you can knock some sense into him, maybe he’ll kick everyone out if you tell him you’ve got exams tomorrow.

anything to get this ruckus out!

well, maybe not anything, but it’s too late because now he’s in your room, closing your door, meeting your angry gaze with his bright blue — drunk — eyes.

“did ya need me for something?” he purrs, his voice is smooth.

“what i need you to do is get these people out. i can’t believe this, I’m asking you for what, the sixth time this week?” you say harshly. “in my opinion, you need to study more than party.”

he frowns.

walks over to you. says, “well, this just won’t do.”

you have no idea how you’ve gotten yourself into this mess, bent over the same desk you study on, satoru spearing your poor, gushy cunt on his twitching cock, tears streaming down your cheeks as you bite down your moans.

“t-toru, please,” you whimper, as low as you can. “c-can’t, I don’t wanna..”

“shhh, angel,” satoru croons. “thought you liked the — ah, shit — quiet, mm?” his cock is so long the tip brushes your cervix as he pounds into you, unrelentless. he grabs your panties, discarded on the floor, shoved them in your mouth.

his grip on your hips is bruising each time he slams into your ass, grunting with each thrust. “so fuckin’ tight, baby,” he moans into your ear.

“please,” you beg, muffled, ’cause it’s the only thing you’re able to say when you’re getting railed by a huge dick.

“nah. dunno how I ever let a pussy this tight — shit, fuck, fuck!” he cuts himself off as you clench around him, eyes rolling back because he just hit your g-spot (but typical satoru talks too much to notice). “you like that, hm?”.

you just moan in response, too fucked out to do anything else.

he slams into you rough and faster now, his fat, cum-filled balls slapping your swollen, neglected clit and making your hole flutter around his thick cock, your creamy pussy squelching loud and nasty as his cock lurches straight into your guts over and over.

“fuck, baby, I’m close,” he whines into your ear, his thrusts coming sloppier as he hears his climax, burying his face in your shoulder.

you’re close, too, that ball of heat in your stomach feels like it’s about to explode when his cock just hits your cervix just right, and you cum hard on his cock, clear liquid squirting on the desk.

“that’s right, cream on this fuckin’ cock,” he snarls, feeling your walls flutter, “fuck, i’m gonna —” he pulls your hips impossibly closer to him.

“T-toru, pull out!” you plead, you’d almost forgotten, but it’s too late now isn’t it? he fills up your greedy little pussy with so much cum it trickles down your legs, can you even remember why this happened?

you’re too cockdrunk to even think straight. “need..more,” you mewl, because his cock is just that good.

he’s shocked, more shocked when you shimmy your ass backwards to nudge his softening dick. (well, now he’s hard again).

“i, uh, think the party ended,” he grins cheekily at you. “like, an hour ago.”

oh. so that’s why it was so quiet.

© vanilabaebo 2025.

[vanilabaebo]

thinking about biker!sukuna 𝜗𝜚⋆

cw: mdni, smut, unprotected, on a bike, you get it

biker!sukuna, who fucks you on his motorcycle in an empty parking lot, bent over and eyes rolling to the back of your skull with how good it is.

“better not make a mess on my bike,” he grunts in your ear between thrusts, knowing your sloppy cunt already spread slick on the cool black leather.

his pink hair is more ruffled than ever, but yours is worse because he yanks it each time he’s close to cumming, because he wants your body as close to his as it can get.

one tattooed hand holds your hips tightly. he doesn’t care if it bruises, because he’ll just rub them tenderly when you two get home.

biker!sukuna, whose other hand braces his bike, his thrusts are so harsh they jolt his red harley davidson.

when you whimper, “ah- s’kuna, im close!” he bites down on your shoulder, ’cause he’s close to spilling inside your fluttering cunt, but he hates moaning in your ear (he’s scared he’ll whimper).

biker!sukuna, who sticks to grunting in your skin instead.

“woman, i swear, if anything gets on my bike — fuck,” he tries to warn, but he cums instead, hard, his sticky white seed dripping out of your pussy and down your legs.

you clutch him as hard as you can on the ride home, terrified for your life even though you know he’s as safe as can be.

and when he drops you off back at your apartment, biker!sukuna walks you in, makes sure you’re safe before your door shuts — and of course frowns before he licks his index finger to clean futilely at the soaked seat you two left behind.

© vanilabaebo 2025. 𝜗𝜚⋆

[vanilabaebo]

double the trouble 𝜗𝜚⋆

cw: afab!reader, cheater!reader, degradation, double-penetration, getting caught up!:( , overstimulation, smut, p in v, mdni.

“shh . . . Satoru won’t even know,” Geto’s voice is a husky whisper in your ear, yet his gaze still drifts to the side.

he is annoyed, and understandably so — hes supposed to be getting to fuck his best friend’s tight little girlfriend with the cute smile and fluttery dark lashes —

but poor little you, all you can do between moans is whimper out how Satoru is going to find out, what Satoru will do if he catches you two.

“S-Sugu . . .” You pant out, meeting his gaze with lusted, bleary eyes and your mouth slightly open.

“I treat you better, don’t I?” Geto pushes, his grin wide as he snaps his hips against you. Each thrust gets sloppier, your mouth fallen open in a silent moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head with how good he fucks you.

“H-Huh? Don’t I, baby? I’m better than S-Satoru,” Suguru growls, his pace growing frantic, cock dragging through your velvet walls.

when you don’t answer, he pulls out all the way, gritting his teeth in a snarl at you, angry for not being proven right. Somewhere, it occurs to you that maybe he’s doing this just to spite his best friend.

But then he thrusts back in and hits that spongey spot that makes you fall apart, and you don’t really care.

“Y-Yes!” you moan out, spine arched so your breasts brush against his chiseled abs. “Right there — ah, Sugu!”

“You like that, huh, little slut?” Suguru sneers at you. “He wasn’t enough for you?” He thrusts so deep, pretty pink mushroom tip hitting your cervix, making you cry out as you cum, creaming and clenching on his cock.

you’re so far gone you can’t even tell if it’s pain or pleasure.

so far gone, you don’t even hear the keys twisting the apartment door open, the faint call of your name — from Satoru’s mouth.

“what the fuck is goin’ on here?” comes Satoru’s voice —

well, shit. “fuck. ’m sorry, satoru, it’s not what it seems,” suguru mumbles, though his dick is still deep in you and he doesn’t seem sorry at all.

satoru’s stride across your bedroom is quick when he reaches you, sweaty, naked, laying under Suguru , fucked out from your orgasm.

he slaps your cheek, making you groan lazily from the sudden sharp pain. “you thought I wouldn’t come home? came home early to see my girl being a slut for my best friend?” he demands.

“I’m sorry, toru,” you whine. except you don’t really sound sorry, considering your voice is raspy from the blowjob you gave suguru earlier.

“ ‘sorry’ my ass,” he snaps, turning his vicious blue glare on suguru.

who (reluctantly) pulls out of you, the sudden cold and emptiness making you let out a soft whimper.

“don’t you worry, baby,” satoru sneers, unbuckling his pants. “you’ll be full in just a sec.” he sits on the edge, motions to suguru to lift you onto him so you straddle your boyfriend.

his long fingers rub harsh circles on your clit, still swollen from your climax before, making you whine. “toruuu, s’too much,”

“but you weren’t sayin that with Suguru, huh?” he growls, pulling you down onto his cock and bottoming out in one thrust.

you sob, letting your head fall onto his shoulder with the pain.

“oh, I’m not done,” satoru says, giving your hair a tug so you face him. “ride me.”

you oblige, slowly rocking your hips on his dick, letting out low whimpers ’cause you don’t know if he’ll tolerate loud ones — he did just catch you cheating after all.

“thats it, baby,” he says, starting to fuck up into you to meet your thrusts.

you moan into him, even though you’d fucked suguru before you can’t help but ride satoru harder, it just feels too good.

satoru reaches down between you two, snaking towards your pussy and gathers your slick on his finger. he sneers at you, “still so wet, hm?”, retracting his hand and spreading your slick on your ass.

“wh-what are you doing?” you mumble, confused.

“suguru, didya cum in her?” satoru says, directing his question at him, who’d just watched the whole thing, growing hard again watching his best friend fuck the girl he’d just had.

he shakes his head. mumbles a quick “no” and then his eyes grow wide when satoru signals a beckoning finger. “c’mere.”

you’re confused still, but it falls into place when you feel suguru’s thick tip rubbing against your asshole, spreading your slick as lube.

”ever done anal, pretty girl?” he says in your ear.

you moan in response, it’s all you can do with satoru still fucking your cunt.

then suguru’s thick cock spears into your tight hole, making you scream. but there’s nowhere for you to go, is there?

“fuck, she’s so damn tight,” suguru grunts when you clench around him, tears sliding down your cheeks. he slaps your ass, thrusts harder in you. “we’ll help you loosen up”.

their pace is erratic and irregular; satoru fucks your cunt fast and thrusts in when suguru’s pulling out, suguru fucks your ass slow and steady, spits on your hole when you clench him too hard.

“this — fuck — is what you get for cheating on me,” satoru snarls into your neck, teeth clashing on your skin as he fucks harder.

“ah- sugu, please,” you cry out, messing up their names because there’s not much brains left in you, is there?

suguru breathes down your neck, fucks your ass harder. “nah, you’re a damn slut for wanting two of us at once, aren’tya?”

“shit, ah, I’m gonna cum!” you gasp out when satoru thrusts deep in you.

“cum, then,” satoru sneers, feeling your soft pussy walls flutter around his dick.

“ohhh, fuck,” you moan loudly, clenching down on both of them as you reach your climax, liquid spraying satoru’s abs.

they fuck you through it, suguru continuing to thrust through your orgasm, ignoring your tears from the overstimulation, satoru fucking your tight cunt till your mouth stays open in a silent scream.

because you’re not done til they cum too, right?

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masterlist 𝜗𝜚⋆

updated as soon as i can 🤍

jujutsu kaisen. my hero academia. demon slayer

. other/special reqs

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jujutsu kaisen masterlist

[__] means i will try to finish & upload that fic/request before that date! thank you!!

satoru gojo. house party

double trouble (w/ suguru)

ryomen sukuna.

biker!sukuna

homebody boyfriend

suguru geto.

alcoholic!geto [june 29]

best friend!suguru [soon]

toji zenin.

someone older [august.]

naoya zenin.

arrange this!

more will come based on requests that i get. i plan at least 4-5 fics/drabbles for each character, then move on to another anime! or, if this one gets a lot of attention, ill make a 2nd part to this.

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𝜗𝜚 ۶ৎ. ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱. 𝑖𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

masterlist, about me, anons, pinterest

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soft serve sweetness

aka, all about me!

what i like . . long nails, baseball, leopard print, warm rain, light blue & navy blue, movie theaters & beach at night, parties, cats, scented gel pens, rauw alejandro, old memories, tiktok, bad humor, swimming at night, plane rides home, shoujo animes.,

what i write! smut, fluff, dubcon, dead dove (dark themes), toy usage, piss kink (small usage) kinks/themes i’m OK with.,

what i will NOT write. noncon/rape, too much piss kink, period sex, zoophilia.

want to know more ab me? shoot up an ask or a message i’m like always on tumblr LOL so u will be answered like right away 🤍

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