I Would Have To Schedule Double Appointments. He Needs To See Me More Than Once A Day

I would have to schedule double appointments. He needs to see me more than once a day

▸︙BUILDING A BOND ft. t. fushiguro ﹕ ♡

SUMMARY: when your parents get you a job as a psychologist at the prison, you don't expect to take such an interest in one of the inmates.

CONTENT WARNINGS: inmate! toji! x psychologist! fem! reader, smut, mdni, modern prison au, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, clit play, fingering, finger sucking, nipple sucking, slight choking, toji is kind of degrading, oral (f. & m. receiving), p in v, cow girl, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), panty stealing, nicknames (Doc, slut, dirty girl, nasty girl, good girl) wc: 4,117

ARTIST NOTES: thank you, thank you, thank you, guys so much for all the love on my last fic, it means so much to me that you guys enjoyed it! also thank you for the 506 followers! i'm a very slow writer, having a hard time to stay motivated once i start writing and i'm working on that. I'm also i'm not too active all the time or or engaging with my moots, and i gotta work on that too. but again, thank you guys soo soo much for all the support!!!

"I'm sorry—what?"

"Look sweetie, you said it yourself. You went to school so that you could help people, and what's more helpful than being a psychologist for the prison, hm?" your mother sat next to you on the couch one arm around your shoulders and the other holding your hand.

"Your mother is right sweetie, this has been your dream since you were a little girl," your father speaks up from his desk.

"Working at a prison was not my dream," your arms are folded across your chest. "When I got my degree, I was thinking more of a cute office where I talk to children and teens to help them. Not grown men who did who knows what to get themselves in a prison," you slightly yell getting off the couch and standing in front of your father's desk.

"I get it sweetie, but if I didn't think you were the right one for this position, I wouldn't have volunteered you," your father gets up from his desk and walks over to you. He places his hands on both your shoulders, sighing, "You are the smartest, most compassionate young woman I've ever met. I know it's not the job you wanted, but maybe it's the job you needed."

Maybe he was right, I mean these men weren't emotionally stable and it could benefit them to talk to you.

The next day you were dressed in a black pantsuit with black flats, making sure to not have any flashy jewelry on. When arriving you had to go through extensive security, to make sure you didn't have any contraband, or anything harmful that could be used against you.

"You're the new psychologist aren't you?" A tall man with white hair asks you as you're leaving the security office. He was also dressed in all black, but with a vest that had police stitched on it in white.

"What gave it away?" you ask with a raised eyebrow. He tilts his head eyeing your outfit.

"You're cheerful being here," he laughs, hands now on the vest with the many pockets, and you notice the gun on his hip.

"I'm just trying to be hopeful that I can help these men in some way," you say running your hands down your shirt.

"I admire that, hope is not something that people have in here. Maybe you'll change that," you give him a small smile. "I'm Gojo, by the way. I'll be your security guard for the day."

"Just the day?" you follow him down a long hallway.

"Like me already?" you roll your eyes with a light laugh. "I'm messing with ya' sweetheart. Each day every guard has a different place we'll be in the prison. Mine is sadly guarding solitary the next couple days."

You hum in response and continue to follow him until you're in the medical bay. You meet the nurses, desk attendants, and other guards before Gojo takes you to your office. You give him a thanks as you put you're bag down looking around the room.

Empty white walls, a two-person cream-colored sofa, and a white desk with a matching chair. Very bland, but anything else added and it could've been used against you. Sitting at the desk you start to take a look at the files of the patients who would be visiting you. Some have a tragic back story, other don't, and you started to feel a bit overwhelmed. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you calmed yourself down just as a knock was heard on the door.

"Come in!" Gojo comes in with a long black-haired inmate who has an unidentifiable expression on his face.

"Cuffs on or off?" Gojo questions. You think on it for a second then tell him off. Letting the inmates not have their cuffs on shows you have some type of trust in them and helps build the bond for them to trust you.

"Behave yourself, Geto," Gojo starts to walk out of the office before turning to you again. "Remember, just yell or push the panic button and I'll come right in."

"Thanks," you smile at him before motioning for Geto to have a seat on your couch. He does and the two of you talk, he opens up quite a bit about how he feels about him being in here and why he's even in here in the first place. It's a great start to your day and every patient after Geto is pretty up or down. Either they wanna talk or they give you a hard time, but it's only the first day.

Your last patient comes in while you're fixing all the files on your desk, clearing his throat to let you know of his presence. You're eyes trailed up his body, black uniform pants, black wife-beater, his big beefy arms decorated in black ink, and a cocky little smirk plastered on his face. You look down at your schedule to see his name and you give him a smile then tell Gojo it's okay to take off his cuffs.

"You sure sweetheart, I'm a dangerous man," his eyes are staring right into yours, his smirk never leaving his face. Gojo leaves when you give him a nod and you gesture to the sofa for the new patient to sit down.

"Is that how you see yourself, Toji? Dangerous?" He leans his body back relaxing into the seat with a sigh.

"Of course, I do, Doc. I've hurt people, had blood on my hands. I know I'm dangerous," his eyes are watching you as you write down in your notes, before looking at him again.

"Are you proud of that?" you question tilting your head.

He puts a finger on his chin like he was thinking before letting out a laugh, "I am actually." Standing up from the sofa, he walks over to where you're sitting, leaning over you and the desk, "I did what I had to do to protect the ones I love. I had my reasons."

Before you could even respond, he was walking out the door, "Thanks for the session, Doc."

Re-reading Toji's file, you notice that it says he has a son and a daughter and was married before the incident. Your heart sinks thinking about how his kids must feel not having their father, even more so how Toji must feel not being able to be with his kids. He's right, he has his reasons for doing what he did, even as violent as it was, it was for the people he cared about.

The next few days Toji didn't show back up to the office, and honestly, you were worried about him. That Thursday when Gojo was your security guard again you ask him about Toji.

"He seems angrier than normal, and he hasn't said a word since he left your office on Monday,"  you were looking around the yard, spectating how the inmates engaged with one another or just with themselves. You saw Toji lifting weights in the corner of the yard, he was by himself, no one daring to come up and intrude. "Don't dwell too much, he'll come talk to you when the time is right. Just like the rest of these men."

The next day you go through your appointments, some of your patients opening up more than when you first meet them, making sure you tell each of them that you're proud of the progress they're making. You started to pack up for the weekend when it was time for Toji's appointment, knowing he wasn't coming, until a knock at your door startles you.

"Come in!" Toji walks through the door, head high, and another smirk on his face as Gojo walks in behind him, hands holding Toji's cuffed ones behind his back.

"He asked me to bring him." You smile lightly then gesture for Gojo to take off the cuffs before he leaves your office. Toji sits down on the sofa while you lean on your desk, giving him your full attention. Your eyes wandered on his body, seeing a few red marks and some sweat.

"My eyes are up here, sweetheart," you laugh slightly embarrassed, eyes staring right into his.

"I heard you don't work weekends, so I wanted to come talk to you before you left."

"Of course. What is it you would like to talk about?" you ask hand clasped in your lap.

"I want to apologize for my actions on Monday. I am not the talking type and never really have been, probably why my marriages haven't worked out." He whispered the last part, and you jotted that down in your head. "You were just doing your job and I don't need to make it any harder."

"I appreciate you apologizing Toji but know you didn't have to. I don't understand what's it like to be here, but I know that this environment isn't the best one to make you feel like you want to open up about your feelings," you smile and it warms his heart. "You don't have to come every day if it feels like too much for you. We can start at whatever pace it is you want if you even want to come to talk to me."

"Thanks, Doc, and I'm fine with meeting every day. I'm hoping that talking to you will help me get on parol so I can see my kids." He's being sincere and you admire that.

"As long as you make me believe that you've learned your lesson about being in here, I will get you parol, Toji," you give him a genuine smile and he returns it.

"I want to be a better man, for my kids," and for the next couple weeks, he saw you every day. During the first two weeks, he was still having a hard time being completely honest about his feelings, telling you small details about how he ended up here, or about his childhood. You didn't push him though, you didn't push any of your patients. Building trust with them is about letting them learn to trust you at their own pace, letting them open up at their speed, and as long as you give them the time to open up, your job will be easier.

Around the second month of Toji coming in every day, he felt himself become so intrigued with you. Whenever you weren't around, you were all he could think about, your eyes that drew him in whenever he looked at them too long, your legs that he couldn't stop thinking about wrapping around his waist as he pounded into you, and your pretty full lips that he imagines is his hand when fisting his cock late at night in his cell.

It would be a lie if you said you didn't think about him that way either. How could you not? Always having his big beefy biceps on display when he wore a wife beater. His uniform pants hung low on his hips and as soon as he sat down they were tight and you could see the print of dick against his thigh.

You always sat behind your desk when you met with your patients, so it was no different when it came to Toji, which made it easier to hide the fact that you were clenching your thighs together to release the tension you felt between your legs. Then one day as you were about to sit down at your desk Toji asks if you would sit next to him instead.

"I don't think it's appropriate to be so close to one of my patients," you smile and you could see a small pout on his face.

"Don't you want your patients to feel comfortable and feel you are building a bond with them?" He tilts his head and you laugh, knowing what he's doing. You grab your notebook and pen and sit at the other end of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. He smiles at you and places both his hands in his lap, hinting he won't try anything.

"We haven't gotten into your past relationships. Would you like to talk about your ex-wives or anyone you've been involved with?"

"Like people I've fucked?" he smirks and you shake your head looking down at your notepad.

"If that has anything to do with the person you are today or why you ended up here then sure."

"Sure it does, I mean how else would I have gotten two kids in this world without fucking some pretty girls," you rolled your eyes. "You have any kids, Doc?"

"No, I don't."

"Why not?" he questions.

"Toji, we're here to talk about you—”

"We're building a bond," your body leans back on the sofa letting out a sigh.

"I'm just not the motherly type," you tap your pen lightly against the notepad.

"So you just have casual sex then, nothing serious?" you can see the small smirk on his face.

"What does my sex life have to do with you?" you put your pen down and look at him.

"I'm just curious, Doc, wanna get to know you," he's grinning, trying to get in your head.

You raise your eyebrow, "Asking me about sex is getting to know me?" All he does is nod his head and you roll your eyes mumbling a 'fine.'

You turn your body towards him still leaning against the couch with your legs crossed, "Yes, I just have casual sex."

"Is it.....good?"

You laughed a little at the question, "I mean sometimes it is, other times not so much."

"What's the kind of sex you like?" his lip was between his teeth, he's just curious.

You tapped your chin with your finger in thought, "I don't know, I like it all." You looked at Toji, eyes scanning over his muscular arms, then down to his pants where you could see him getting hard. "Most of the time, sex just depends on the mood that's set."

"So what's the mood that's set right now?" your eyes widened at how forward the question was, clearing your throat as you looked away from him.

"Toji—"

"You know you want to, Doc," he slides his hand from off his lap and onto your leg. He was running his fingers back and forth on your smooth skin, your body felt hot and a shock of electricity ran up your back. You knew this was wrong, so so wrong, but it just felt so right.

He leaned his bigger body closer to yours, lips ghosting right over the shell of your ear as his hand pushed off your notepad and pen, making its way under your tight pencil skirt and rubbing his fingers over your panties, "Such a dirty girl getting all wet for an inmate."

You did feel dirty, about to fuck your patient in your office of a prison, it was disgusting, but your pussy has never been wetter at the thought. You turned his head towards you bringing him into a heated kiss. His tongue was exploring your mouth as his fingers were sliding your panties over to rub circles on your clit. Moaning in his mouth, he smirked against your lips, "Lemme eat your pussy, Doc."

He stood up from the couch, fingers still massaging your clit as his lips are still entangled with yours. A string of saliva connects your lips as he bends down in front of you, both hands grabbing your thighs and spreading them apart. He can see a wet spot on your panties, and swipes his tongue across the spot, briefly tasting your bitter juice and letting out a moan, "Didn't think I'd miss eating pussy, but God I did."

He pulls your panties down and off your legs making sure to slide them in his pockets, then uses two fingers to spread your folds apart, exposing your glossy pussy to the cold air in your office, "You have such a pretty pussy, Doc."

Letting out a needy whine when you feel his breath against your cunt, it causes your aching hole to clench around nothing, Toji's eyes widened at the sight, "Toji... please just eat my pussy!"

He smirks at your whining, leaning his head down to kiss your clit, "Your such a nasty girl..." His tongue slid down your folds, breathing in your scent, "acting like a slut for an inmate." Your head is leaned back against the couch, moaning at the contact from his warm tongue. His tongue is circling your clit before he's closing his lips around it, sucking the nub into his mouth.

"Mmm—Toji!" your moans are music to his ears as your thighs are squeezing around his head. He's so messy, practically making out with your pussy, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, "Mouth feels....so good." Your fingers are tangled in his black hair, as your rutting against his face, and he's moaning at your taste.

He slides one hand up your body, tapping his fingers on your lips, and you open your mouth allowing two of his thick digits to sit on your tongue as you suck on them, "You gotta be quiet dirty girl, don't want us to get caught, huh?" You nod your head, legs lightly shaking around his head, as he continues to lap at your messy cunt.

Your clit feels tingly as you feel a hot feeling of pleasure bubbling in your lower stomach, your toes are curling, and Toji's name is rolling off your tongue like a song. He laughs lowly, the vibration sending a shock up your spine, "Aw, Doc, you gonna cum already?"

His eyes are looking right into yours as you nod your head frantically, still sucking on his fingers. Your roll your hips into his face, chasing your orgasm, fingers gripping onto his hair, and right as he starts flicking his tongue against your clit once more, your legs are shutting around his head as your back arches off the couch, "Fuck, fuck—Toji I'm cumming!" He continues to slurp at your cunt, getting you through your orgasm, hand rubbing your thigh soothingly.

"God, your pussy tastes so good," he smiles wide as he's licking his lips, and removes his fingers from your mouth. You steady your breathing as you open your eyes seeing his dopey grin.

"You know for you to have been in here for 5 years, you're good at eating pussy," you laugh sitting up on the couch, then bring him into a slow sloppy kiss, letting your hand trail down and rub against the bulge that was in his pants.

"I don't have time for teasing, sweetheart, I'm already on edge from eating your pussy," he groans against your lips.

"Then stand up," he was quick to stand to his feet, your eyes looking right up at him as your sat on the couch. You kiss against this clothed bulge, fanning your breath over it and his head is leaning back.

"Fuck, Doc, just take it out," your hands are pulling down his pants just past his balls, eyes widening at the size of his cock.

"So big," you moan licking the underside of his cock and your eyes are watching his expressions. His lip between his teeth, eyes screwed shut, and his big hand holding the back of your neck. Parting your lips letting just his tip past your lips, tasting the salty pre-cum that was leaking. You swirl your tongue around his tip, then widen your mouth to take more of his length while a hand fondles his balls.

Bobbing your head taking most of his fat cock, he's groaning and bucking his hips into your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag, "Yeah, gag on my cock, Doc." He's watching you with dark, hungry eyes, as breathy, deep moans slip past his lips, he's struggling to keep himself quiet, "Such a good girl, with a filthy mouth."

You moan at his dirty talk, fingers massaging his warm squishy balls, as you relax your mouth deep throating him as best you could. He squeezed the back of your neck pulling you off his cock then leaned down to kiss you, shoving his tongue in your mouth, "Feel like a fucking virgin 'bout to cum in 2 seconds."

Spitting on his fingers, he rubs your clit, then stuffs two of his fingers in your wet hole, you instantly spread your legs, and moan against his lips, "Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Doc."

"I don't know—mmm—just put it inside me," he's kissing you again before a hand wraps around your neck and he's whispering in your ear.

"Ride this dick," he pulls his fingers out of your soaking cunt, you rise to your feet quickly, switching places with him so he's now sat on the couch. He grabs each of your thighs placing them on the sides of his so you're straddling him, hands on your hips as yours are around his neck.

He guides you down on his length, both of you moaning feeling the stretch, "Fuck, pussy's so tight." Once you're fully sat on Toji's thighs, he doesn't rush you, letting you get used to him, kissing on your neck, then sliding up your sweater to expose your boobs, sucking on one of your nipples.

Your rise your hips until it's just his tip that's in you before sliding back down, taking him fully again. You keep the slow pace of riding him, as his hands are rubbing softly on your hips, lips still sucking on your hard nipple as you moan his name. "Toji feels soo good," you whine head leaning in the crook of his neck.

"How about you speed up for me?" you do as your told, lifting your hips again and then slamming them back down on his thighs. Your ass continues to slap against his thighs, the sound of how of wet you are filling the room. Toji moans in your ear about how wet your pussy is, you can't do anything besides moan his name, so intoxicated with the feeling of him filling you up.

Your legs were starting to give out, Toji could feel you slowing down, so he moved his hands under your ass slamming you down on his cock as he started to thrust up meeting you halfway. Kneading the flesh of your ass before smacking it, you let out a yelp clenching around his shaft and Toji's head fell back against the couch, "Fuck, Doc, pussy so good, you're gonna make me cum already."

He moves one hand to play with your puffy clit, and you moan loud in his ear, making him turn his head and capture your lips in a kiss, shushing you. You grind your hips into his fingers and within a minute your creaming all over his cock, squeezing him with your gummy walls, and he's coming right after you. Lifting you off of him and cumming on your stomach, with a loud moan of your name.

Your forehead is leaning against his as you both calm your breathing down before you're lifting off of him and heading to your desk to grab tissues to wipe off his cum. "For an inmate, your stamina ain't too bad," you laugh fixing your clothes.

"Well if we make this a regular thing, it could get better," he's pulling his pants back up, his eyes glued to you. Before you could respond there was a knock on the door, you both look at each other before he sat back down on the couch and you sitting at your desk.

"Come in!" you yell and Gojo walks in with a concerned look on his face.

"Everything okay? You guys took longer than normal?" Gojo questions arms crossed against this chest.

"Yeah, I was just crying about my past," Toji pouts and Gojo scoffs.

"Yeah right," Gojo leans against the door frame.

"I was explaining to him about my past, and it got a little emotional," you explain. "Building a bond with my patients requires trust on both ends."

"Hm, makes sense," he walks over closer to Toji. "But I'm going to have to break up this bonding moment, all inmates need to be in their cells."

You nod in understanding, and Toji stands up, hands behind his back, so Gojo can put on the cuffs. "Same time tomorrow, Doc?" Toji looks towards his pocket where your pink panties are sticking out with a smirk.

Your eyes widen as you force a smile, "Same time tomorrow."

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toji stared at you, green eyes set it a deep glare as he gnawed on his lip. he was used to knowing things, he actually kind of prided himself in the fact that he was always three steps ahead of usually anybody. 

but today, he wasn’t. today he had somehow stumbled, and staring at the back of your head, was trying to figure out what went wrong. 

you had only spared him a glance when he walked in, unlike your usual bouncy self, greeting him with a kiss as your arms snaked around his shoulder, lips tugging upward into a radiant smile as he felt the stress of the day melt off his body. 

today, none of that happened. 

he walked in, staring at the way you were bundled up in a blanket, watching your favorite show as you pretend he didn’t exist (he knew he took up a lot of space, so he knew that you were bluffing on that part). you didn’t say anything, radio silent as the show hummed along in the background. 

“hey sweetheart,” he called out, waiting for you to turn around, “how’s you’re day been goin’?”

he set his bag down, running a hand through his tousled hair as he looked over the city, (he liked it this way, it normally calmed him down), but without your boisterous voice filling the space of the penthouse he quickly realized just how dull it was. 

“hungry?” he asked as he began to shed off his coat by the door, setting his briefcase down gently as though not the make a sound. 

obviously it didn’t do much because you didn’t answer him, still watching your show. 

“was thinkin’ about ordering some takeout,” he grumbled, now just saying anything to get a response from you, “how does that sound?” 

still, nothing.

he sighed, glancing at you and then to the hall, moving alongside furniture, the room almost becoming a maze as though to stop hm from reaching you, not letting his mind run until he was able to get a full understanding of the situation. 

he maneuvered around the large couch, your eyes never faltering to acknowledge his presence as he moved in closer to you, towering above you as he placed a hand on the cushion behind your head, the other on his hip as he cocked a brow. 

“did i miss something?” 

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I love myself some Feitan~ he can take the brat outta me any day

♱☫ ⪼ "silly little brat"

hi guys ik u missed me

fem reader btw

summary: a story in which you and feitan hatefuck after getting into a heated argument after the both of you fuck up a mission

tw/cw: hatefuck, spanking, degradation, name calling (bitch, slut, whore, etc), spanking, slapping, hair pulling, feitans a total b word, rough sex, slight knife play? not rlly feitan js threatens u wit a knife (technically his umbrella) and cuts thru ur panties 😝, dub-con (if u squint)

"oh my gosh. can't you just admit it was your fault? you literally got in the way right when i was about to punch h-" your rambling was interrupted by a loud thump, feitans hand making contact with the table; watching as the wood split.

"shut up. you're too loud" he muttered quietly. you scoffed, rolling your eyes. you blinked as you watched him walk towards you, little to no expression on his face.

he took out his umbrella, pointing the sharp end to your face. "you annoy me. very much." he said, his mask thingy; or whatever the hell it is— slipping off his chin just a little bit to reveal a small frown. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

"wow! thanks! i didn't notice." you said sarcastically, before you could even let out a small laugh; he had you pinned to the wall in just a blink.

your breath hitched. he had one hand next to your neck and against the wall. his lips curled into a small— mischevious smile. he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "what the hell are you doing-"

"shhh." he cut you off, his hand now moving from your ear to your waist. his thumb rubbed circles; your mouth was slightly opened. you were confused, but went along with it— there was very obviously sexual tension in the room while you guys were arguing. his hand retracted from your waist, now sliding his thumb along your bottom lip.

"silly little brat, i might have to teach you a lesson." he chuckled. you looked into his eyes— his pupils now blown with lust. he pulled you close, bringing you in for a deep kiss. you kissed back, your tongues dancing with eachother.

while you were distracted, he took his umbrella, sliding his hand down the waistband of your pants/skirt. next thing you knew, your panties were cut in half; falling to the ground. you bit your lip as feitans hand snaked down dangerously close to your cunt.

"i don't even know if you deserve prep.. dumb slut. what do you think?" he asked, his tone mocking you. you didn't know what to say. you just stood there, wondering what he would do next.

he took your silence as an answer. "oh— so no prep? had no idea you were a whore." he teased, dipping his middle finger inbetween your dripping wet folds.

"you probably wouldn't have needed it anyway. i've barely done anything and your cunt is already drenched" you felt your cheeks turn red as he spoke. he took his middle finger and shoved it in your mouth, making you taste yourself on his finger.

"fuck. i need you s'bad feitan," you cried out, bucking up your hips into nothing. he raised his eyebrows in amusement, chuckling. "wan' you in me, please." he watched you beg, finding it funny how just a second ago you were arguing and now your begging him to fuck you stupid.

"i think i might be a bit too big for you, you think it'll fit in your tight cunt?" he laughed, then wiped his hand on his baggy pants. giving you a look that told you that he'd let you take the lead for now. your hands rushed to take off the layers of clothing he had on. you were both making out on the table that he almost broke; once everything besides his pants was off, you admired the way his dick stretched the fabric of his pants— begging to be let out. your eyes trailed up to his abs, covered in scars.

you palmed him through his pants, watching his pupils dilate in pleasure. "fuck, its' so big," you whined, eyelashes fluttering innocently "don't know if s'gonna fit, baby" you complained, lowering your head down to his crotch as he sat up on the table. he grunted in impatience as you slowly took the waistband of his pants with your teeth and slowly slid it down.

"hurry up before i do it myself." he demanded, taking a fistful of your hair. he looked down at you, taking in the look you were giving him. you looked up at him innocently, eyes glossy and hair messed up. he licked his lips, his boxers feeling tighter.

now that his pants were gone, you became eager. you quickly slipped his boxers off. you watched his cock spring out— making you second guess even more if you could take it, he smirked when he saw your reaction.

and now he was tired of your slow pace, he grabbed you by the hips and bent you over the table. you let out a breathy moan as you felt his dick against your ass, looking behind you to see the sight of him spitting on his dick and stroking his cock; using his spit as lube.

you arched your back and backed up into him so your pussy would make contact with his crotch. "calm down. be patient or you won't get fucked, dumb bitch" he tsked, grabbing your breast and kneading it roughly. his hand released your breast, and moved back down to his dick, stroking it roughly before sliding it up and down your folds; covering his tip in your slick.

"put it in alread—" you begged, but stopped mid sentence when you felt a stinging pain on your ass. you looked up at feitan, who looked back at you.

"you're not one to make demands, sweetheart. i told you to be patient, didn't i?" feitan said, wincing as he grabbed you by the chin. all you could do was nod in agreement, your lips pursed shut.

he aligned the tip with your entrance, licking his lips as if he was about to eat a delicious meal.

you whimpered in both pain and pleasure when you felt him slide inside you roughly— his cock stretching out your walls and leaving no time for you to adjust to his size as he began to thrust in and out of your wet cunt as if his life depended on it. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, your moans and pants mixing with feitans grunts and groans to create a harmony.

curses spilt out of feitans lips, his eyes focused on your pussy and your pussy only. the sight of your cunt squeezing and gripping him; refusing to let go as he slipped in and out of you.

you looked behind you to see his thumb drawing shapes with your clit. "fuck.." you muttered as the pleasure of him playing with your clit added to the pleasure of him fucking in and out of you.

"hah— it's like this pussy was made for me. squeezing around me so nicely; she just doesn't wanna let me go." feitan laughed inbetween grunts, his cock throbbing— he felt it and so could you. your cheeks were flushed red, short breaths escaping your mouth.

"fuck– i'm close." you moaned out, cursing as you felt your stomach tighten. his eyebrows perked up in amusement, his pace picking up even though you thought it couldn't get any faster; but it did.

you almost gasped as he thrusted in and out of you so much more deeper and faster than before— your moans stuck in your throat, his speed leaving you speechless. "fuck, feitan, s- slow down!" you begged, tears forming at the waterline of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

"you can take it." he purred into your ear, grabbing you roughly by the hair. the mix of pain and pleasure was just enough to drive you over the edge.

the feeling of pleasure and euphoria washed over you, clouding your vision. you squeezed around feitan, about to let out a loud moan until he covered your mouth with his hand. "shh.. i think i can hear the rest of the troupe coming back" he whispered. the thought of getting caught made your walls flutter around him, the pleasure of you tightening around him bringing him closer and closer.

finally you felt him release his warm load inside of you, biting your lip so whimpers don't escape your mouth. he pulled out of you, watching his spend leak out of your used hole. "what a pretty pussy.." he took his fingers, swiping up his cum that was flowing out and shoving it back in you. a silent moan came out of your mouth— only to be replaced by feitans fingers.

you both heard the sound of approaching footsteps. panic swept through you. "oh my god-" you said as you pulled up your pants quickly and put on your shirt. you looked over to feitan who was doing the same.

just as you tidied yourself up, machi walked in first. then the rest of the troupe. you sat on the floor, fiddling with strands of your hair as if nothing had happened.

Shit I’m down🤷🏽‍♀️

Random Thought!

But the reader's a stripper in this OK. But imagine being kidnapped by the spoilt bratty, but most brutal and heartless Mafia leader Gojo Satoru, and his best friend Geto Suguru, who is also a member of Gojo clan or let's say he's a leader as well.

Gojo just wanted a new toy to play with. I mean, every toy he gets, he either broke them or had them killed because they couldn't please him the way he wanted them to. So he begged Geto, who just happened to be his sex partner also, to let him have that girl he spotted inside of the stripper club.

So, being the good and gentle partner that he is to Gojo, he arranged for you to be kidnapped and brought to the house as Gojo's new plaything, hoping that Gojo wouldn't break you like he did with his other toys.

But in the midst of your arrival, the men just happened to walk in to see Gojo on the edge of coming all over Geto's hand. He was so angry he almost shot you when he shouted, "I was just about fucking cum."

Oh God you were in for a long one

(Guy, I have a whole ass story in my draft for this)

I-I have no words🥵😳 I wanna go over and give him that kiss tho

Dazing Out

Pairing | Geto Suguru x Reader

Warnings | MINORS DNI, face fucking, cum swallowing, Sugu is one horny bastard and very lovesick, dom!geto, he definitely whimpers, praise and degradation

Words | 1,112 words

Summary | Sugu is jealous of a lollipop

Notes | This is absolutely 100% entirely motivated by my own interests and I can’t say otherwise bc I’d be lying. Also Anata is a Japanese term of endearment, similar to darling or sweetheart.

Only two words stuck out to Geto during your conversation.

Oral fixation.

It took a moment to register, but soon his heart was pounding in his ears as all sound ceased to be registered. Eyes glazing over, your pretty lips wrapped around his tip was the only thing on his mind.

Too caught up in your own world, your boyfriend’s lack of attention was completely lost on you. Watching your glossy pout suck on a lollipop for comfort, Sugu never thought he’d ever find himself jealous of candy of all things.

And yet, here he was sporting a raging erection whilst you chatted to him about your day.

It wasn't until you asked for his input that you realized he hadn't heard a word. His eyes were glossed over, staring but not looking. Shutting your mouth, you waited for him to notice but he didn't.

"Sugu?" Silence came and went. Your tongue swiveled around the head of the candy and his eyes nearly crossed. It was only made worse by the light pink coloring, bearing a striking resemblance to his own tip.

"Fuck...", he muttered under his breath.

Waving a hand in front of his face, Geto finally came back down to earth. And you were not happy. The lollipop laid in your cheeks, your lips in a thin line to show your annoyance.

"Yes anata?"

"Oh fuck off! What did I just say Sugu?" He pondered for a moment, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse that didn't include the truth. He stared at you for a few seconds, debating his next move. But then you crossed your arms, your breasts nearly spilling out of your top and he broke.

Without answering your question, he moved close enough to leave only a sliver a space between your bodies. Even sitting, he towered over you. Much to your dismay, he pulled the lollipop from your mouth and dragged with sticky sweet orb across your lips.

"This fucking mouth. I can't get over these lips."

Any anger you had disipated at his words, your mind losing its ability to concentrate. He sucked on your bottom lip, pulling you into his orbit but refusing to grant a kiss.

"You're a tease Sugu." A deep, almost terrifying chuckle erupted from his throat.

"Oh and you're not?" His large hands grabbed your thighs, pulling you square onto his lap as he sunk deeper into the couch. From this angle, you could feel his erection on your thigh.

"Oh.." He hummed in response, using your body to chase his own pleasure by rubbing his length against you.

"Oral fixation. That's all I've been thinking about."

He was so easy it would be embarrassing, only if you weren’t flattered by how obsessed he was.

“Yeah?”

He affirmed your question absentmindedly, grinding against your thighs in a desperate search for relief. He needed you, now.

“On your knees, baby.”

Your knees fell to the plush carpet, sinking into the soft fabric as you waited.

You watched intently as he pulled his pants and boxers down, the fabric pooling around his ankles as his cock sprung free. The tip was already leaking, mesmerizing you as pure carnal desire ignited your skin. Moving closer, you ignored all demands and gathered the precum on your tongue.

"And you say you're not a tease. So hungry for my cock that you don't even know how to act." He wasn't mad but entertained. You were as desperate as he was.

“Now open that pretty mouth for me.”

Obediently, you opened wide and waited for instruction. Geto wasn’t intent on a blowjob, not this time.

He grabbed the sides of your face firmly, guiding your mouth to take his length. Pearls of precum fell onto your tongue as he guided himself down your throat. There was little he loved more than watching your pretty eyes lose focus and brain go dumb for him.

“That’s it, nice and slow baby. Such a good girl for me.” You moaned at his praise, which quickly turned into a slight choke as his tip hit the back of your throat.

His favorite sound.

“Ready anata?”

You nodded as best as you could.

Slowly Geto began thrusting into your mouth, using you as a hole for his own pleasure. Once he felt you were adjusted, his thrusts became more forceful. Not once did he break eye contact, every moan and whimper on full display.

“Oh fu-fuck, I love this mouth. God I fucking love your mouth,” he cried. You could barely keep your eyes open, too caught up in the sounds of his pleasure and the heat coursing through your body. His balls slammed against your chin while he chased his orgasm, being spurred on by the sounds of your moans and choking around his shaft.

Suddenly he pulled back, string of spit splitting between the two of you. You pulled in as much air as you could manage, wanting to resume as quickly as possible. Your boyfriend looked at you with complete adoration, finding your messy state to be your cutest. It even turned him on more.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he responded while grinning. His hands resumed their place on your cheeks as he slid his cock back down your throat. In some ways it burned, but the pain was welcomed.

Geto was on the brink of orgasm, judging by the harshness of thrusts. He was like an animal in heat, so desperate to cum that all thoughts ceased to matter. The only that could be heard were his balls slapping against your skin as you gagged around him, watching with delight as he babbled out praises.

“Shit baby, you take you me so fucking well. Love it when you make a mess on my cock.” His thrusts matched the last few words, beginning to lose rhythm as his orgasm approached. He was going to cum very soon.

“I’m so, so close. Fuck! Want me to cum for you, sweet girl? Want me to dump my cum down your throat?” Unable to respond verbally, you moaned around his length.

“Yeah, you fucking do. You like being by cumslut, don’t you baby?”, he rasped, barely holding himself upright.

With only a few more slow thrusts, Geto was dumping his load down your throat, a whimpering mess as his vision and hearing began to waver. He pulled out, stray beads of cum and spit dripping onto your chest. He ignored it, only moving to wipe the spit from your mouth. You swallowed all of it, his softening length noticeably jumping as he watched. He dropped back to the couch, catching his breath whilst smiling at the mess he made.

“C’mere and give daddy a kiss,” he beckoned.

Nagito fics are literally my weakness yet I don’t see many floating around. Ah~ I’m so happy to see this one

🍀~Good Boy~🍀

🍋Sub! Nagito Komeada x Soft!Dom! Reader🍋

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CW:Contains praising kink, handjob, self-degradation (we all know whose that’s coming from, just one time), orgasm denial, first time writing smut on this blog

“O-Oh..~ Y-Y/n..” Nagito said as he panted. He bit his lip as your hand went up and down on his member, he tried to stifle in his moans of pure pleasure as he closed his eyes tightly. He felt felt your thumb teasing his tip. “Mhmm..D-Don’t..tease me, Y/n..” Nagito stammered out.

“Now, who said that you could give such orders, love?” You whispered in his ear. “You wanna be a good boy for me, hm?” You cooed in his ear. Nagito whined at that. He leaned against you, you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

“R-Right…hmph..~!” Nagito panted. “D-Don’t listen—to a filthy..hngh..~ s-slut like me..-A-Ah..~!!” Nagito gasped as you quickened your pace on his cock, your hand gently squeezing it softly. You clicked your tongue as you shook your head. “Now, if your gonna do that then I guess I should just…Oh I don’t know—stop?” You said sweetly. Nagito perked up when you said that, shaking his head. “N-No..! P-Please Y/n..please let me finish..I-I promise i’ll be good!” Nagito whined out. You smirked as you stroked his cock faster. Nagito gasped as he felt your pace get faster, a slight squelching noise came from the fast pace on his cock. He felt himself getting closer, he felt himself about to go into bliss as his orgasm made way.

But it all went down when he felt your hand remove itself. Nagito whimpered at the lost of orgasm, trying to thrust into your hand desperately. “Y-Y/n..? Wh-Why did you..?”

“Do what?” You asked innocently. “Are you belittling how I do things in this form of interaction?” You asked, giving him a side eye, Nagito’s breath hitched. “N-No..n-not at all..p-please allow me to release…please i’ll be good..” Nagito begged, tears prickling into the corners of his eyes. You snickered as you kissed his head. “Awww, my poor boy, you wanna release? You wanna be a good boy for me?” You cooed. Nagito nodded quickly and desperately.

You slowly wrapped your hand around his cock and his breath hitched once more. Quickly, you started back at the same exact pace. Fast. Nagito gasped as he threw his head back as he let out choked moans of pleasure from his throat.

“Y-Y/n..~!! Oh Y/n~!!!” Nagito moans out, feeling his legs shake. He could feel your look of love but also excitement as you watched as he broke. He didn’t mind at all. It turned him on so much to be your cute little plaything.

“Oh—Oh fuck..I-I-I’m gonna..! I’m gonna cum..~!” Nagito moaned out. He felt that pleasure and that knot in his stomach, he felt his mind going into a bliss.

“Come on, love.” You whispered into his ear. Despite him about to cum, he still made room for him to hear you. “Cum for me. Be a good boy and cum for me.” You cooed out.

As if it was on command, he let out one last moan as he came heavily. White pearl spurts of cum t out of his cock. Some got on your hand as you smirked. Nagito panted, letting out some jolts as you stroked his cock a few more times before pulling away. You kisses him softly. “You did so good for me, Nagito. I’m so proud of you.” You said with a smile. Nagito leaned into the crook of your neck, panting. He felt his heart warm up at your praise.

Maybe his luck isn’t all so bad.