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satoru loves to make the most of your toys by using your dildo on you whenever he gets a chance.

he loves how it gives him an opportunity to fuck you silly while observing every single way your body responds to the pleasure. obviously, he gets an amazing view when he’s taking care of you himself, but it’ll never compare to what he observes when he’s playing with you like this.

he’s always so fixated on how easily your toy slides in and out of your pussy—it’s so fucking wet and messy. your slick even clings to your thighs, threatening to completely ruin the sheets. 

“pussy’s so fuckin’ greedy, huh? squeezing around this thing like it’s my dick,” he mumbles, completely fixed on the sight of your back arching up off the bed in pleasure.

eventually he’ll decide to push you just a bit more. laying flat on his stomach, he kisses your inner thighs as he pushes your dildo in even deeper, threatening to touch your cervix. you whine out a small “satoruuu,” in response, pleading with him through a frown to stop teasing you.

sighing in faux sympathy, he lets out a simple “i know baby, i know,” stopping to lick a long stripe up your cunt before lapping at your clit like a starved man.

“toru—ah! feels s’good,” you slur, gripping your pillow desperately for some sort of stability. his pace is absolutely relentless; he’s flicking his tongue up against your clit all while thrusting your toy up against your g-spot like he’s trying to make you pass out from the pleasure.

“mmm, you’re gonna cum soon baby, aren’tcha?” he mumbles into your pussy, blue eyes glued to your blissful expression. 

you don’t even get the chance to let out a meager “yes,” after satoru pushes your toy into that spot that drives you up a fucking wall. 

“‘toru, i’m cumming—“ you squeal out, moans echoing off the walls as you lose yourself completely, legs shuddering as your slick coats his lips and chin. 

rubbing circles into your thigh as you come down from your high, satoru grins wide like a cheshire cat.

“again, baby, again. need to see that pretty face of yours while you cum, just one more time,” he trails off, pretending to wait for you to agree, as if you don’t always end up giving him what he wants when he looks at you like that.

you nod quietly, breath still shaky from your orgasm.

“that’s my sweet girl, so good for me.”

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sometimes when xavier is allll pent up but you’re too tired to have sex with him, you’ll give him a reach around.

he’ll sit on the bed in front of you, all cozy in his favorite hoodie, lifting up his hips to slide his boxers down. you’ll kiss and lick at his neck just enough to make him squirm while you stroke him relentlessly, not even stopping after he’s finished several times.

he begs you to have mercy, sweet tears rolling down his flushed cheeks as he tries to bite back his needy moans. he’s so overstimulated that it almost hurts, and he’s certain that he physically cannnot come any more.

and yet it feels so good, hurts so good. so good that he would think he was floating if he didn’t know any better.

you notice xav’s blissful expression and coo in his ear simply, “i know you have one more left, you can do it baby, do it for me,”

when he shakes his head no timidly, you relax your grip on his length and sigh in faux disappointment. “if you can’t give me another orgasm i’ll just have to stop,” you whisper into his ear, words laced with condescension. “you should’ve just told me if you couldn’t do it,” you frown.

“no,” he cries out. “i can take it. i’ll be good for you. just—just don’t stop, okay?” he asks shakily. “feels so good, need more,” xavier slowly starts bucking up into your hand, bitting his lip in an attempt to manage the overwhelming sensitivity of his cock.

you kiss the back of his neck, grinning devilishly against his skin.

“that’s my boy, so good f’me.”

a/n: i’m kind of new to lads so hopefully I’m not mischaracterizing xavier too bad…. first post where the reader is more dominant!

ALSO HOW DO YOU GUYS GET GRADIENT/SPECIAL COLOR TEXT?? PLS HELP!

[xoey101]

caleb is so desperate whenever you’re away that he can’t help but jerk himself to your photos. except they’re not explicit photos; he would never do that to you.

perfectly innocent pictures of your pretty face are fair game, though.

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sylus is sitting alone in his living room, relaxed on his favorite black leather sofa. he’s absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, just taking a break. and you; you’re getting all dressed up for a girl’s night out, adding some finishing touches to your hair and makeup. once you’re satisfied with your appearance, you head out of your room to bid sylus adieu. your heels clack sharply on the marble living room floor as you approach him silently from behind.

“kitten,” he calls out. “is that you?”

“mmmhmm,” you hum, reaching over the back of the furniture to rest your arms on his broad shoulders. “i’m going out for a bit m’kay?” you lean over to gently press a kiss on the nape his neck.

“let me see how pretty you look before you go,” sylus grins sheepishly, reaching out for your palm so that he can guide you. still holding his hand, you step around the arm of the sofa, positioning yourself so that he can observe you fully. you do a cute little twirl in front of him so that he can see the back, too. taking in the view of your gorgeous body and your chosen outfit for the night, his jaw tightens—just a bit. he pulls at the hem of your dress, looking up at you with those dark eyes of his.

“sweetie, this is quite… revealing, isn’t it?” his voice trails off, and he lets his eyes wander over the top of your dress, which pushes your breasts up, making them appear fuller than usual. he’s baffled at the lack of fabric, but manages to maintain a steely expression.

“yeah, i wanted to try something new. i quite like it,” you perk up, oblivious to his discontent.

“dearest, if you go out wearing this tiny thing you’ll only end up flashing someone,” he lifts your wrist, nibbling at it.

“sylus!” you blush. “all of my friends dress like this when we go out. it’s in style, but I wouldn’t expect you to know anything about that,” you sneer.

“oh really…?” he ignores your jab. “do you find it stylish to go out half naked?”

before you can let out a sarcastic reply, sylus raises from his seat, towering over you as you look up at him through mascara-coated lashes. he reaches for your hand again, kissing it gingerly.

“stay, won’t you? don’t make me beg.” he whispers ever so quietly, soft lips brushing up against your ear. “i don’t want other men to see this much of what’s mine,” he purrs, wrapping his hand around your neck almost subconsciously—like it belongs there.

“b—but, I promised my friends—“ you stammer, embarrassed at how quickly sylus manages to fluster you at times like this.

“just think about how much fun the two of us could get up to,” he smiles at you, mischievous as ever.

and that’s all it takes—it’s not like you needed much persuading, anyways. sylus drops to his knees, bunching up the skirt of your dress over your hips so that he can press hungry kisses against your belly. he kisses all the way down to your inner thigh, teasing you exactly how you like it, exactly how he’s memorized it. “sylus…” you whine as the corners of your lip turn down.

“pull my hair if it’s too much,” sylus grins up at you, pleased at himself for getting you exactly where he wants.

“and go ahead and tell your friends you won’t be able to make it tonight.”

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ugh i can’t stop thinking about how sylus shows his ownership over you with bite marks.

he makes sure to leave them just out of sight, barely visible to the ordinary person but painfully obvious to anyone who’s truly observant.

he bites your inner thigh so that your pencil skirt barely manages to cover it—until you sit down. when you’re in meetings, your skirt rides up juuusst a bit and whichever coworker is seated next to you catches a glimpse of the red mark, already eager to gossip about it at lunch.

he bites the back of your shoulder, where the marks stay hidden underneath your daily clothes. and yet, when you go out to party with your friends, there’s no way your tube tops and spaghetti strap dresses will ever cover those vicious indentations that tell everyone you’re his.

he bites the back of your neck, so that your hair covers it when it’s down—how clever. however, when you’re at the gym with your hair in one of your high ponytails, he knows that any guy who dares to look your way will know you’re accounted for. and of course, you’re none the wiser; he bites you so often that you’ve started to forget about the marks entirely.

but sylus doesn’t.

and he never will.

not as long as he knows that you’re branded with his teeth whenever you go :)

a/n: first lads post! sylus is so HOT i would literally let him **** my ***** until he **** and **** my *** until the bed breaks in half

anyways

comments and reblogs are much appreciated! have a lovely day <3

[xoey101]

𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒!!! ⭑.ᐟ

tags: tutor!nanami, nsfw, fingering, throatfucking, spanking, brat tamer (?), semi public sex, no piv, SLIGHT dubcon

wc: 1.8k

comments and reblogs are much appreciated :)

“Mr. Nanami, why is this sentence wrong?”

“Pay attention, now,” he gruffs, pointing to the end of your paragraph.

“When you write with a hyphen, it’s not the same as a dash. If you were trying to show that this was a compound word, it would be hyphenated. But, because this is a break in thought, an em dash is appropriate.”

You click the dash button on your keyboard twice.

“No, that’s wrong. That’s an en dash. It’s used for date ranges. Try again.” His voiced was laced with annoyance, as the entirety of your tutoring session so far had been filled with mistakes of yours that he’s already corrected countless times.

“Well it looks the same to me,” you pout. “I don’t care anymore.” You spin yourself around in your rolling chair, head lolling back lazily.

“We’ve been over this. It’s important to properly punctuate your sentences. You know your teacher will deduct points for these kinds of errors.”

“I’m not worried about deductions, Mr. Nanami,” you quip sharply. “I can take a couple of bad grades, anyway.”

“Then why would you ask for my help with reviewing your papers?” He glares at you incredulously, clearly sick of your shenanigans.

You merely shrug. Raising up out of your chair, you grab your leather messenger bag and shut your laptop, preparing to walk out.

“Get back here,” Nanami hisses, pulling you back towards him by the wrist. What the fuck is his problem now?

“If you don’t want to fail, you are going to listen to me very closely, do you understand?” You've never seen him so upset in all your years of knowing this man. His face wears a mean scowl, jaw taught.

Quietly, you nod as a shiver shoots down your spine.

“Today,” he sighs, “You will learn to listen to me.” Settling in his chair, he pats his thigh simply. Are you supposed to bend over his lap?

“You’ve got five seconds,” he deadpans. Scrambling over to him, you lean over his knees, face down. Cheeks littered with blush, you can only laugh at the fact that Nanami’s got you in the exact same position that you received punishments in as a child.

Shamelessly, he lifts your skirt up, revealing your bare backside. “No panties?” He scoffs at you, making you feel absolutely minuscule. Crap, you didn’t even mean to leave the house without underwear, but you knew Nanami would never believe you. So, you clench your mouth shut in pure embarrassment, trying not to make things even worse for yourself.

“Well, now I know what you expected to learn from this tutoring session,” Nanami mocks. Gigantic hands rubbing over your cheeks, Nanami pulls you apart, stretching the supple skin of your ass. And, just as quickly, his palm lands three loud slaps against your butt, sending searing pain through your body. You yelp in surprise, stunned that he was even capable of such a thing. But, after a few seconds, arousal replaces that pain. Squeezing your thighs together, you can only hope he hasn’t noticed that you’re getting wet… but it’s already too late for that.

“Bad girl, aren’t you? Getting aroused from this?” He flicks his finger across your slick hole, observing every square inch of your pussy with cold precision. “Can’t even control yourself can you…?” He trails off as he slips a finger inside, dragging a delicious moan from your lips. “So warm,” Nanami mutters to himself, pushing his finger in deeper, past the second knuckle.

“Ah—Mr. Nanami…!” You whine, completely abandoning your shame. He chuckles, swirling his finger in tight circles, but not quite thrusting into you. He found it just fascinating how wet and sticky your cunt got just from you leaning over his lap. “Don’t tease me," you whisper. “I need more.” You try to thrust back into his finger, but he firmly grips your behind.

“Stop that. If you want me to make you feel good, you’re going to have to ask politely. Stop acting like such a fucking brat.” A crisp silence descends upon the room. You would rather eat dirt than give this man the satisfaction of hearing you beg for his fingers. So you keep quiet, believing you'll still get your way. However, Nanami has other plans.

With his free hand, he reaches for a fistful of your hair, making you arch your back towards him. He cranes down, lips pressed against your ear, and he whispers silently, “If you don’t ask for permission right this second, I’m going to leave you in here with your aching cunt and you’ll have to handle this yourself.” So, needless to say, you’re hurridly whimpering out your most polite “Pleaseeee, Mr. Nanami, fuck me good with your fingers.”

And with that, Nanami adds another finger, palm slapping angrily against your clit as he pumps his fingers into you relentlessly. All you can do is call his name, gripping onto his pants leg for some kind of stability. “Nanami, feels s’good…!” You’re practically drooling at this point, and he’s loving every second of it. “Look at that, you’re being such a good girl now. Looks like all you needed was for me to put you in your place," He hums in satisfaction.

You attempt to nod your head yes, but when Nanami brushes his rough fingers against your g-spot, you’re nearly climaxing. “Mmph—cumming,” You slur messily, barely able to string your words together. “Not yet,” he quips, drawing his fingers out of you with a messy squelch. “Get on your knees for me.”

Suddenly feeling dejected, and desperately aching for more, you obey. Nanami stands up, untucking his crisp blue shirt, methodically unbuckling his belt. Your fingers reach for his pants zipper to help, but he clicks his tongue. “No hands, or we’re done,” he glares down at you. Eyes shifting nervously, you lean in closer to his clothed bulge. It’s practically radiating heat. Opening your mouth gently, you let your teeth grasp the zipper, pulling it down slowly as your nose drags against his cock. He groans softly, “Fuck,” and you can’t help but feel a little proud. “Boxers, too,” he motions towards his crotch. Hesitantly, you latch your teeth onto the waistband, dragging them down, making sure to avoid eye contact.

His cock springs out, slapping against your cheek. Slowly, you look up, and you notice Nanami’s face—he’s wearing an expression of pure lust and desire. “Open,” his voice is so smooth it almost sounds like an incantation, and if it is—you’re completely helpless to stop him.

You let your jaw hang slack, opening your mouth like the perfect good girl for him. Gripping his length, Nanami lines up with your lips, pushing past the warm wetness slowly. “Shit,” he hisses out as his cock disappears inside your mouth. He’s big, but you’re taking him perfectly, lips pressed all the way up against the base. “Don’t move,” he huffs, thrusting into your warm mouth. His hips snap into your lips recklessly, using you almost like you’re his personal fleshlight. “Attagirl, let me fuck your throat just like this,” he groans heavily as a bead of sweat runs down his forehead. His thrusts are sooooo forceful; all you can do is sputter and gag through his unforgiving pace, trying to make sure your jaw doesn't lock up from his sheer girth.

Greedily, he continues fucking your throat, tugging at your hair to get himself even deeper. He moans wantonly, opening his mouth to speak: “Oh fuck—you’d better rub your cunt right now, because you’re not going to cum after I finish.” You merely nod around his cock, swallowing his salty precum, fingers delving underneath your skirt. As your fingers find your swollen clit, you moan around his cock, and Nanami fucks your throat even harder in response, practically unraveling at the vibrations. “Shit—I’m close,” he sighs, head thrown back as he pushes even deeper into your velvety throat, causing you to gag yet again. You’re faring no better, thighs quivering as you get dangerously close to your orgasm.

Desperate to finish before Nanami does, you slip your two longest fingers inside your wetness, pumping your fingers as fast as you can. Nanami looks down at your sweet expression as his hips thrust into your soft mouth, noticing how close you are. “Yes, that's right—cum for me while I'm using your throat like this—” And that's all it takes to send you over the edge, reeling from the brute force of your own orgasm. Watching you melt into pure pleasure, Nanami finally spills all of his hot, sticky sperm right down your throat, still fucking himself into your mouth as he cums. He still doesn't pull out, holding your head in place for a few seconds as he comes down from his climax.

Feeling satisfied, Nanami releases his grip, sliding his cock out of your mouth with a soft pop. After all of the tension and excitement dies down, you're left staring at each other with the most ghastly expressions as the weight of what you've done finally sinks in. Nanami rubs his temples as you look up at him innocently, trying to create some sort of plan in his mind--literally anything that would help him figure out what to do from here. Much to his dismay, he quickly realizes that he has no idea what to do with you anymore.

“My god, you will be the death of me one day, I swear—”

Suddenly, a knock resonates through the wooden door of the study room. A young girl on the other side of the door alerts the two of you politely; "Excuse me, your allotted time for this study room has elapsed. Please return the room keys to the front desk immediately." Her footsteps recede silently, and you let out a small sigh of relief.

Nanami frantically pulls up his clothes, attempting to look half decent. It's no use though--his hair is damp with sweat, his dress shirt is all crumpled up at the bottom, and his pants legs are wrinkled from pooling around his ankles. Unsurprisingly, your forehead is also littered with sweat, and your knees are bright red from where Nanami had you on your knees. As the two of you finish dressing and tidying up, it's painfully obvious that you've been fucking.

We're a pitiful pair, you think absentmindedly.

"Well, that was the least productive study session I've ever participated in," Nanami laughs out, trying his best to lighten the mood. "Or was it?" You giggle playfully. The two of you gather your bags, heading for the door.

"Next week, you'll tutor me at my place. My table is bigger, anyway."

Nanami glances at you, eyebrow cocked up. "Is that right?" he questions, voice laced with amusement.

"Obviously."

a/n: happy pride month loveliessss!! this is my longest fic so far :) i lwk dropped off the face of the face of the earth but I’m back now!! hope ya enjoyed!

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Bf!Gojo bakes for you!!

tags: fluff, drabble, no one can’t convince me that Gojo isn’t just the sweetest

Gojo would learn how to bake just for you. One of his primary love languages is gifting—and what could be a better gift than your favorite sweets?

It wasn’t easy for him at first, obviously. There were several burnt sheet cakes and baking pans—whenever he ruined a desert he could only sigh and look at you with downturned eyes.

But now, you’d never know that Gojo struggled with baking to begin with! He’s making banana bread every week to go with your coffee in the morning. Creme brûlée for date nights. Tiramisu after you’ve had a long day at work. Small macarons that you can enjoy at work.

He tries to act all nonchalant about it:

“Oh babe, I wanted somethin’ sweet so I thought I should make something for you, too,” he watches in anticipation, eyes wide as you pick up the pink frosted cupcake with your fingers.

“Aww Satoru how thoughtful! This looks amazing,” you coo gently before taking a small bite. “Tastes divine, too. You’ve gotten good at this!”

“It’s nothing, really,” he claims, but deep down, he feels like he could just click his heels and dance. Your approval means everything to him, even if he doesn’t let you know it.

Now, he’s plotting up other ways to get you to show him your precious smile. Maybe you’d like it if he started packing your lunches, too?

a/n: comments and reblogs are much appreciated :) hope you enjoyed!

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Fooling around with Izuku ⭑.ᐟ

tags: smut, izuku x reader, bf!izuku, non PIV, dry humping (tw! Izuku is aged up)

After having your first time with Izuku—who came in less than 3 minutes—the two of you wanted to find alternative ways to get steamy. Even though he couldn’t help but cum fast, he still wants to make sure you feel good :(

Really, the first time the two of you played without penetration, it was a complete accident. You were cuddling and chatting away about something unimportant when you got on top of him to ask him a question... and Izuku turned beet red.

You had pure intentions when straddling him, really, but after feeling his firm abs underneath you and seeing his sweet embarrassed expression, you started to feel your entire body heating up.

“Izuku, do you like this?”

All he could do was whimper in response, looking up at you with fully blown pupils.

Slowly, you shifted your hips forward a bit, more towards his stomach and away from his erection. You couldn’t have him finishing again so quickly.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

He nodded meekly.

Slowly, you rolled your hips against his tummy, testing the waters a little. When you heard your boyfriend gasp quietly, you gained enough confidence to move quicker. Now, you were grinding against him fully, back arched, hands reaching back to find respite on the tops of his thighs.

You could barely believe how hard he was—the two of you were fully clothed and you weren’t even touching his cock. Why was this so fucking hot?

“Please use me,” he moaned out, voice garbled with desire. He desperately reached up into your flimsy top, fingers traversing your body to cup your breasts.

You let out a breathless gasp, rubbing yourself against his abs even more. “F-fuck, Izu,” you mewled, trying to maintain your composure.

Well, Izuku certainly wasn’t trying to put up a front anymore.

After removing his hands from your perky breasts, he reached greedily down towards his shorts, messily pulling the linens down in order to stroke himself. Firmly, he gripped his fingers around his length, sighing just a little. 

It was almost too much—you on top of him, humping his torso, moaning so lewdly—he thought we would explode from the overexcitement. 

Relishing in the moment, he palmed himself absentmindedly, more focused on how good you looked…

You were so aroused by this point that you almost felt dizzy, but oh it felt so good. The pleasure in your clit was inexplicable; the friction from grinding against him was perfect. Bending over Izuku, you pressed desperate, sloppy, wet kisses all over his lips and jaw, and he kissed you back with an animalistic hunger. 

“Izuku, it feels so good,” you were almost screaming, grinding against your boyfriend’s torso desperately. Noticing your erratic movements, Izuku pumped himself to match your pace—he could tell you were close. 

With one final shake of your hips, your thighs began to tremble as your release washed over you. Moan after slutty moan slipped from your lips, as Izuku also found himself reaching his own climax, hips bucking wildly up into you. 

Breathing out, you allowed your body to fall over his with a soft plop.

“Well, that was unexpected,” you sighed.

“Still good, nonetheless,” he smiled warmly, kissing your forehead. “We’ll have to do that again,” he whispered softly, face still flushed.

You nodded sweetly, resting your head in the crook of his neck. Definitely.

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a/n: comments and reblogs are much appreciated! hope you enjoyed :)

[xoey101]

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚔!!! ⭑.ᐟ

tags: smut, ficlet, roommate!gojo, voyeurism, cucking, you have a daddy kink, gojo’s a big perv

part one??

Before deciding to move in together and split rent, you told Satoru that you were really sexually active, but he told you that he didn’t mind. He’s pretty open minded in that sense, and he definitely doesn’t want to get in the way of your fun. So, you don’t feel very guilty about having your boyfie over!! But, every time he comes over, Satoru is up to something very, very bad and you’re none the wiser :(

You’ve already told Satoru your habits, but you still tend to wait until after he’s asleep before getting hot n’ heavy with your bf!! Little do you know, Satoru stays up ‘til the wee hours of the morning on those days just so he can listen to you getting dicked down so well :)

He presses his ear against your door, feeling thankful for its lack of quality, or thickness, for that matter. Face sprayed with red, he listens to your moans:

“Ahnnn….! Mmmph daddy, fuck m’harder….!”

“Fuck daddy, s’good….!”

“Mmm, you’re fillin’ me up, daddy…!”

Oh god, you’re such a fucking whore. He pumps himself aggressively, trying to match the pace of your boyfriend’s thrusts. It’s so fucked up, but he gets off on the fact that his friend is doing something so filthy and shameless not even two doors away from him while she should be asleep!

He imagines himself sitting in the soft armchair in your room, jerking himself off while your boyfriend fucks you ‘til your eyes roll back in your head. You’d make fun of him, call him a pathetic loser, and he’d be just as happy as can be. He wouldn’t even want to cum, he’d just wanna watch your pretty face contort as your boyfriend makes you feel so so good. Suddenly, Satoru snaps back to reality as the sounds of your boyfriend’s groans reverberate through the door. All he can do is shudder at the thought of your boyfriend cumming right inside of your tight, unprotected pussy!!

And, that’s Satoru’s cue to finish up as quickly as possible. Biting his lip to hold back his own noises, he flicks his thumb over his tip aggressively, relishing in the feeling. He wished he had longer, but he can’t risk getting caught—it would mean the end of his perverted escapades. So, he pumps a little more, allowing himself to spurt all his hot, sticky semen into the palm of his hand. As soon as he finishes, he waddles back to his room, shutting the door only seconds before you open your own.

You could’ve sworn you saw a shadow peeking underneath your door—but no, it’s just your imagination, right?

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Bf!Sukuna makes you cum after you argue with him!!!

tags: smut, fingering, hatefuck (kinda), angry sukuna, you love making him mad, fem reader

Let's be honest. You love irritating Sukuna. The way he raises his voice at you with that stern expression isn't especially delightful, but the attention is. You just couldn't help but love it.... the tension, the attention. It was all just delectable <3

However, it's just been too long since the two of you had a really good fight. You ponder, rolling over on your mattress. What will make him completely lose it? You could 'accidentally' break something, but no, that's so cliché. Maybe leave your dirty dishes on the table? Well, even that ploy is embarrassingly overused....

Frustrated, you decide to get up and wash some laundry until an absolutely legendary idea strikes you.

There it is!!! His favorite black robe, lying over the dryer. Sukuna wears this thing like a second skin--he'd be devasted if something happened to it. A downright devilish grin spreads across your face.

Reaching for the bleach, you unscrew the cap and carefully pour the tiniest bit of liquid onto the garment--enough to anger him, but also not so much that you couldn't pass it off as a 'mistake'.

Patiently, you lie in wait in the bedroom. Soon enough, you hear the unmistakable noise of Sukuna's keys in the lock, and you feel almost giddy. Making his way to the bedroom, Sukuna greets you, then heads to the bathroom for his routine after work shower.

Listening to the gentle patter of the water, you're practically teeming with excitement. He's going to be so, so angry. Eventually, the water stops and Sukuna steps out the shower. Absentmindedly, he reaches into the small linen closet for his robe. He doesn't even notice the stain at first, but once he turns towards the mirror, he's already fucking livid.

"Woman, what have you done this time?" His voice has an uncomfortably cruel chill to it.

"Oh 'Kuna, don't be mad. I was a bit clumsy earlier today when I was doin' the laundry."

He just glares at you. So, you decide to push further.

"I did you a favor though, honestly. It's time for you to toss that tacky rag."

And just like that, he's roaring to life.

Storming towards you, his voice fills the room. "Do you find it amusing to tarnish my belongings?" His eyes are wild, and you can tell that he's had a long day.

Stepping so close to him that you can feel his breath graze your neck, you whisper, "Of course I do, baby."

In one swift motion, he's grabbed your hair and pinned you to the wall. Hastily, Sukuna pulls your tiny shorts down, along with your panties. "Unless you want me to throw you out of the house like this, you're going to behave for me. Am I clear?"

You nod greedily.

Deftly, he pushes two of his thick, rough fingers inside of your dripping cunt. "Already fuckin' wet. Whore." You mewl sweetly, clearly enjoying yourself. His fingers feel so much better when he's angry. Sukuna starts pumping his digits into you, maintaining an unsettling amount of eye contact. When his fingers brush against those sensitive nerves in the back of your pussy, your legs quiver. Taunting you, he mutters, "You like this so much, don't you? Nasty girl."

Just when you're about to hiss out a salty response, he speeds up. As if his fingers slamming inside of you weren't enough, his palm is also slapping up against your sensitive clit. Messily, you groan, "More, Sukuna, I need more--"

"My fucking bad girl wants to cum?" Eyes bleary, you eagerly shake your head yes. So, Sukuna picks up the pace to a relentless speed, all while managing to circle his thumb around your clit. Back arching against the wall, you buck your hips wildly into his fingers, just to get a little extra stimulation. And, as the sounds of his fingers plunging into you grows louder, you feel yourself growing so close.

Observing your erratic bucking, Sukuna lowers his head to your neck. Roughly, he bites and presses sloppy kisses into your skin the way he only does when you anger him. "If you don't cum right fucking now, you aren't gonna cum for a very long time."

And just like that, your orgasm hits you like a truck. Blissfully unaware of just how loud you're being, sultry moans spill from your lips while your pussy quivers around Sukuna's fingers. He hums in satisfaction, still fucking his fingers into you a bit. Coming down from your high, your hips stutter and you become acutely aware of how fatigued you are. With a sigh, your legs give way, and Sukuna scoops you up.

"Oh poor baby," he mocks. "Good thing I'm here to pick you up, huh?"

"Thank you," You whisper weakly. In the back of your mind, you wonder if Sukuna knows you do all this shit on purpose just for things to turn out this way.

He definetley does, and he likes it just as much as you do

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a/n: feedback is appreciated! hope you enjoyed :P

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Bf!Nanami loves to adorn you!

tags: fluff, gifts, nanami is a baller, you love him sososo much, domestic lifestyle, you love cartier

Once you’re comfortable enough with him spending so much on you, he won’t stop until your ears, wrists, and neck sparkle brighter than a thousand diamonds.

You’ll just be cooking dinner, focused on the stove when he walks in the door with an armful of Cartier bags.

“I saw so many pieces that reminded me of you…” He eyes you sheepishly. “Oh, Nanami,” you turn off the stove and step towards him gracefully.

He opens one bag and fishes out a small box—you’re so excited to see what Nanami’s bought for you this time!! Carefully, he reveals a golden bracelet—it’s the pathére piece you’ve wanted for so long. Relishing in your astonished expression, he earnestly fastens the bracelet around your wrist. My goodness, it’s lovely.

“Nanami, how much did this cos—”

“That’s irrelevant. I can only give my darling the best. You understand that, don’t you?” He smiles at you warmly, grasping your hand to kiss it.

“I understand.” Your heart still flutters whenever he does something like this, despite your closet being full of designer. If only you could explain in words just how much you appreciated these sweet things he did for you. Instead, you communicate your appreciation the best way you know how: a sweet kiss.

“Alright, that’s enough of that for now,” He chuckles, reaching for the other bags. “Let’s get you into these other pieces….”

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a little something short n sweet

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this list will be updated regularly as I accumulate more fics!

* = nsfw

jjk .𖥔˚

bf!gojo loves your body *

bf!gojo bakes for you

roommate!gojo is a cuck *

gojo uses your dildo on you *

bf!nanami buys you jewelry

tutor!nanami disciplines you *

bf!sukuna fingers you after you anger him *

mha .𖥔˚

perv!deku when he’s home alone *

dry humping bf!deku *

lads .𖥔˚

sylus loves to bite you

sylus wants you to stay in

caleb adores your face *

last updated: 6/23/25

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Bf!Gojo loves your body!!

Summer is his favorite time of the year because your bare skin is exposed just for him :) Laid out together by the pool, he can't help but run his eyes all over that body of yours.

Reading your book, completely unaware of his eyes, he glances at your pretty fingers. The same fingers that slide up and down his fat cock after a long day of him being the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. The same fingers that you use to make yourself cum when the two of you masturbate together <3

Your wrists, the same wrists he pins to the mattress so that he can eat your pussy relentlessly, without you squirming or pushing his mouth away. Your wrists, which he grabs tightly when he's fucking you from behind to thrust himself even deeper.

Your back, which he loves to watch contort as his hips snap into you at an unforgiving pace. Your back, which is most often littered with hickeys and bruises so everyone knows you belong to him!!!!

Your neck that he wraps his long fingers around just a little too tightly after you send him dirty pics while he's working. Your neck that shows off his bulge perfectly when he fucks your throat silly.

Your legs, the same legs he presses into the mattress while plowing you in a mating press. The same legs he slings over his shoulders when he really wants to fuck you deep.

Gojo just loves your body, and he can't wait to use it after the sun sets :)

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Perv!Izuku Roommate :)

nsfw below the cut!

Tags: smut, perv!izuku, roommates, masturbation (m), panty stealing, desperation, oneshot, cum, surprise ending!

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Poor Izuku, he can't help himself. He just likes you so, so much. <3

So, when you leave the flat for a girls' night out in your tiny shimmery skirt and strappy heels, he makes the most of his time alone.

Already half hard, he waits to hear your car pull away before tiptoeing to your bedroom.... you'd never let him in here normally, so he always takes his sweet time examining each of your possessions when you're gone. Shuffling over to your nightstand, his fingers lightly graze the cover of your current read--more smut, of course. He shivers at the thought of you consuming that filth. He considers taking a peek, but instead, he makes his way over to your vanity, electricity coursing through his body. Carefully, he picks up your lipstick, and earrings. You're just so pretty. So feminine. Your delicate mannerisms and style just drive him half crazy. Izuku gulps, feeling himself throb. It's time for him to to take of business.

Even though he knows you're gone, he can't help but hold his breath ever so quietly as he searches through your dirty laundry hamper for his favorite pair of your panties. Trembling, his fingers clasp the lacy, pink fabric. No matter how many times he does this, the adrenaline rush practically makes him dizzy--it's just so disgusting. Fabric in hand, Izuku makes his way over to your bed. He fights the urge to lay out completely on your sheets (as always), and settles for the corner of your bed. Allowing the sugary scent of your bedding to fill his nostrils, he pulls his shorts and boxers down, his erection slapping lewdly against his stomach. Izuku curses, wrapping your panties around the base of his cock. This was his favorite. Fist pumping furiously, he's almost shocked at how wet he's already gotten your panties--they're soaked with his sticky precum.

Softly closing his eyes, he huffs out your name amidst desperate moans. It's a wretched thing to do, masturbating with his roommate's underwear, and yet he couldn't stop himself from fucking up into his hand at the thought of you. Growing desperate, the sounds of his whimpers and fapping echo off your pink bedroom walls. Absentmindedly, he wonders if the neighbors can hear his filthy fucking sounds. Fuck the neighbors. Izuku continues stroking himself, reveling in the feeling of your dirty panties around his cock. He imagines your sweet pussy in them--had you ever gotten wet in these panties? Made yourself cum? His mind reels at the question. Moans spilling from his lips, he strokes himself even faster, very aware of his building orgasm. Hips stuttering, he babbles incoherently as the pleasure washes over him, wave after harsh wave. His poor cock spurts out hot, sticky semen, completely soiling your adorable panties :(

Panting madly, he crashes back into reality. Is that the sound of your car pulling up? Frantically, he pulls his shorts up, wiping his hands on your panties and stuffing them into his pocket. Why are you back already? He dashes out your room--no time to make it back to his--and jumps on the couch. Assuming the least suspicious pose he can muster, Izuku wipes his brow just as your keys turn the lock.

"Zuku! I'm back."

"What happened? I thought you were excited to spend time with your friends," he prays that his cheerful tone masks his terror.

"Oh, nothing. Just forgot my wallet," You grab it from the little table near the door. "Be good while I'm gone, m'kay?" You quip obliviously. Smiling, he chuckles nervously as you head back out.

That was the last time, he tells himself.

Obviously, he's lying.

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First post omg! It’s self indulgent but!!