Nagito Fics Are Literally My Weakness Yet I Dont See Many Floating Around. Ah~ Im So Happy To See This

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.

I literally NEED a second part, I love Ghost Toji so much

Sex with a Ghost (TojixFem!Reader)

Summary: Being at the bottom of the ladder in your class with a non-combat oriented technique, you are prompted by Gojo to summon a dead sorcerer to life in hopes of extracting intel and hopping a grade or two. However, when none other than Fushiguro Toji appears in your room, you find yourself honing more than your cursed technique.

Tags: MDNI, ghost!Toji, student!reader(18 y/o), age gap, oral sex (f receiving), manipulation, praise, degradation, pet names (princess, baby, etc), corruption kink, innocence kink, Toji being super horny and needy.

Word Count: less than 6k.

“But, sensei, is this really necessary?”

You tilted the sphere between your fingers, sizing it up. It weighed no more than a baseball ball did, yet its price must be comparable to that of an entire stadium. A cursed item among cursed items given to a mere grade 3 sorcerer who barely stood out amidst the renowned prodigies of Tokyo Jujutsu High. This was a waste of both time and effort and yet the white-haired man before you begged to differ, eyes glinting a vibrant sky-blue hue from underneath his dark shades.

“Doubting your favorite teacher, Y/N?” he chuckled only to sulk a second later when you asked him what deluded him into thinking he was your favorite.

Undeterred, he continued “I feel like a broken record here, but do yourself a favor and have a bit more confidence. Graduation is two months away, don’t you wanna prove your worth till then? It’s not too late to climb a couple of steps up the ladder. You could easily shoot up to Grade 2. Look at the rest of your class—”

A firm albeit reassuring grip latched itself onto your shoulder, gently twisting you in the direction of your classmates.

The heatwave must have gotten to them for good, blood boiling under the vicious sun rays. Their sleeves and pants were rolled high above their elbows and knees respectively, foreheads glimmering with a thin sheen of sweat that dribbled down their necks.

Just looking at them made your skin crawl with uneasiness.

You didn’t understand why anyone in their right mind would willingly trade the shade of these blessed pine trees for the scorching furnace that the schoolyard was, but when you stopped paying attention to their clothes and took in their blissful expression, you felt a lump swell in your throat.

The two of them were practically beaming, giggling, and prancing around the water fountains without a care in the world— and why should they have anything to worry about when they were Grade 1 at seventeen? A Kamo and a distant cousin to the Zen’ins, both guaranteed to walk a path strewn with rose petals since birth. No trial or tribulation whatsoever.

Your teacher’s voice was muffled into white noise while you were busy shooting daggers at the duo, part of you wishing to join them in their harmless idiocy, and another silently praying that in your next life, you’d be lucky enough to be born into one of their clans. No one questioned the value of a Kamo. No one went against a Zen’in with an inherited technique.

“So, we good? Tell me I didn’t waste 15 minutes of my precious time for nothing.” His fingers squeezed at your shoulder, causing your attention to shift.

You had no idea what he’d been saying, though you’d sat through plenty of pep talks already to guess the gist of it. “You have potential, Y/N. Don’t bring yourself down like this. You can do it!” All empty words without real meaning. Worthless. Not everyone had what it takes to become the next Gojo Satoru. Some people were born to be stepping stones for others, and you were perfectly fine with it. No half-assed aspiration would spur you on.

“If I do this… will you leave me alone?”

A Cheshire cat grin spanned from one corner of his mouth to the other. If one didn’t know any better, they’d mistake Gojo for an overzealous teacher whose earnest goal was to see his students succeed. Not you. You’d spent enough time in his presence to know that his whole “Teacher of the Year” shtick hid an agenda of its own. It was a matter of time to find out what his true motive was.

“What’s the plan?”

“Now we are talking,” he sang in glee. “Very simple, really. You just hold this between your palms and channel as much cursed energy as possible to its center. The ball will absorb it like a magnet and continue drawing from you until you have a clear picture of your target. Then, assuming all goes well and you don’t pass out,” a quiet “What?!” was overwritten by his voice, “you’ll get your very own date with a spirit. Isn’t that exciting?”

Nothing about your expression screamed excitement, eyes squinting in slits and bottom lip quivering into a frown. “And who’s my target, exactly?”

“A Zen’in sorcerer,” he said.

“A Zen’in sorcerer you say,” your eyes wandered again to that soaked blockhead in the distance, the black mop he had for hair flapping left and right. “Ain’t the one over there good enough?”

Shaping a cone around his mouth, Gojo yelled at the top of his lungs for the kids to wait up so they could play together. The duo cheered excitedly, shouting some sort of inside joke you knew nothing about right back at him. Wasn’t the first time you were excluded, and it certainly wasn’t the first time you questioned how this man came to be the world’s most talented sorcerer, either.

“If he was, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” his smile softened as he lowered his voice. “The Zen’in I’m talking about has been dead for a little more than a hundred years now. Unfortunately, his name is erased from our logs,” of course it is “but that shouldn’t hinder you too much. He was an immensely powerful sorcerer with a great amount of cursed energy to back his technique up. An anomaly, if you like.”

“What kind of technique?” “The ten shadows technique,” he answered. “Out of all the Shikigami users, he is perhaps the strongest there’s ever been.”

“Stronger than you, sensei?”

The way his nose scrunched made you regret asking, knowing that a haughty declaration was dangling from the tip of his tongue, begging to be unleashed in a never-ending spiel of self-praise.

“And why should I invoke him in particular?” you quickly changed the subject. “I thought our goal was to hone my spirit-channeling technique and increase my cursed energy flow while we’re at it.”

“That we are doin’, but why not kill two birds with one stone? A new ten-shadow user has risen. I’m sure whatever trick that old dog has up his sleeve will be useful to our little Meg—” He feigned a smile of innocence at his slip. “All you gotta do is chit-chat him into giving you some info. Toss in a few compliments, butter him up. Shouldn’t take more than a few words to convince him, spirits are dying to be summoned— Oh well, unfortunate choice of words. What do you say? You’re in?”

Your groan was all the answer he required to beeline straight to the water fountains, his chirpy laugh echoing from afar. This guy, you huffed, examining the crystal ball anew. There was no way out of this. Either you did his bidding or you’d be forced to endure the obnoxious sound of his voice all summer long.

“Couldn’t you have chosen anything more cliche than a crystal ball?” you snarled, convinced he hadn’t heard you.

“Ouija board was already taken,” he warbled unexpectedly, voice meshing with that of your peers as they ran around in circles, dark-colored uniforms turning darker with every splash of water. “Besides, this has a bit of pink in it,” he referred to the rosy shaded base. “Much cuter than a bunch of rusty letters, right?”

You groaned as you shoved the item into your tote bag, making no mistake to talk out loud again as you turned on your heel. A pinch of jealousy thudded in your chest, relieved by every step you took away from the scene and away from the fun the three of them were having.

“Looks like we’re having a date with a ghost tonight.”

It was a quarter past twelve when you decided to put that little experiment to work, the coast clear of overbearing parents and annoying little brothers who wanted nothing more than to disrupt your so-called “studying session”. As far as your family was concerned, Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College (Tokyo Jujutsu High for short) was your average educational institution that had somehow recognized the value of your mediocre grades and scouted you when you were still in middle school— no questions asked from either side.

You wouldn’t go as far as to call your own family a bunch of dimwits, but the signs were all there. A teacher merely four years older than you were, his odd sartorial decisions only second to his eccentric personality. A class made up of four students dramatically and suddenly decreasing to a party of three. An unknown man in a suit and tie driving you back and forth between “emergency study dates” in the dead of night. The lack of studying material in your backpack as opposed to the exams you constantly stressed over. Your unreasonable reaction when your mother stored a cursed tool in with the silver cutlery.

Even if you straight up walked to them with a banner that read “I exorcise curses”, you doubted they’d have anything more to say than a plain “Good for you”, not because they were stupid, but because they simply didn’t care at all.

They didn’t care enough to bat an eye when seven-year-old you tugged at daddy’s trousers, whimpering about a squid-like creature sneaking in your closet, and didn’t care enough to try and justify the stream of water flooding down the corridor. They didn’t care that your imaginary friends were more akin to monsters, and they didn’t care about you being away from home 350 days a year. It was convenient not to. That’s how they were able to drink their woes away at the local bar on a Thursday night with a clear conscience, having offloaded that pest of a brother at your grandparents’ for the fifth consecutive night.

Poor kid. If he wasn’t so despicable, your big sister instincts might have kicked in and raised an objection, though as things currently were suited you best. Rituals required focus, and you needed to make sure no one would bust through the door and interrupt your conversation with Mister Whatever-his-name-was.

You’d taken care of all your basic needs —eating a reheated portion of lasagna, cleansing your body of the worldly filth that stained it, catching a rerun of your favorite show’s latest episode, and cursing Gojo for making you miss it in the first place— and were now seated on your room’s floor with the crystal ball nesting between your bare thighs, the cold sensation much welcome on this excruciatingly warm evening where sitting on the fuzzy carpet seemed like the greatest torture imaginable.

It was only March and you were already in your skimpiest outfit of all; a frilly pair of dusty-pink shorts and a matching low-cut tank top dressing your sweat-beaded body. Dark spots saturated the fabric, demanding your fingers fanned it every two seconds. The worst had yet to come. By the time summer arrived, the final thing for you to crawl out of would be your own skin.

Pushing those thoughts aside, you returned to the item at hand. It’d been fairly long since you’d last performed a seance. Your role in the recent assignments was to support your classmates from the sidelines, exorcising whatever lower-grade curse got in their way with the aid of various cursed tools.

The white-haired nuisance could claim your technique was useful all he wanted, but at the end of the day, yours were simply not meant for combat. Best case scenario, after graduation, the higher-ups would put you on a 9 to 5 job, where you could dig whatever intel they wanted from the comfort of your cramped-up desk; away from your haughty classmates, and away from Gojo Satoru.

You rolled your fingers around the globe’s surface, pads tingling with waves of cursed energy as they seeped into the crystal. Slowly, a dark purple aura came to distort its translucence with colors and shapes of various magnitudes. Shadow-like forms gathered at the seams, remnants of pent-up energy colliding and converging with one another at one focal point. All ready to go!

You began mentally chanting the surname of your target, over and over again until the slideshow of foggy faces diminished to that of a select few candidates from the same bloodline. Some, you would imagine had died when they were still in their prime, measly fledglings of sorcerers with eyes retaining that youthful glossiness, while others seemed to have lived enough to see themselves turn into dehydrated raisins with next to zero cursed energy left.

Once you’d gone through your classmate’s entire family tree at least three times, you caught yourself admitting that despite their faults and innate air of pretension, the Zen’ins weren’t particularly hard on the eyes. Especially that one guy whose mug kept reappearing at random intervals, the slanted scar of his lips lingering in your mind well after the next contender’s appearance. There was something about him, be it the lack of aura he emitted or the viridescent hue of his eyes that had you replaying the frame at the expense of your own energy.

You were drawn to him in an inexplicable way that, at the time, you attributed to fate. It had to be him, right? That must have been why the dope you had for a mentor insisted on calling this a date. Even if he didn’t know the sorcerer’s name, he must have known how insanely attractive the guy was, right?

And suddenly, you felt a sliver of gratitude overcome you, eyelids snapping shut with the Zen’in sorcerer’s face as clear as day behind them, while you chanted the incantation Gojo himself had taught you.

“From the murky shroud of oblivion, I invoke thou out the shadows and blight to bask in heavenly light. Through me gain life, and through life gain thine blessed power.”

No more than a few seconds had passed when you heard a thud, your gaze meeting with that of the very man you’d summoned.

The orb barely did him any justice. Not as if crystal balls were ideal measuring instruments, but you’d need about ten more of those to depict his height as he towered over you, the bulky frame of his shoulders casting a large shadow on the wall behind your head. He was dressed in a much more casual manner than one would expect of someone who’d been dead for over a century, with corded veins and taut muscles peaking underneath a black compression shirt, waist accentuated where his hips met with a pair of baggy pants. And once you got to his face— you must have lost track of time staring into the gem-like green orbs of his eyes, considering you didn’t notice the scowl his lips wore until his tone pointed it out.

“The hell is this?” He sounded just like he looked, the bass of his timbre ringing most pleasantly in your ears.

You wouldn’t know what being dead felt like, but if it was anything remotely close to sitting on a dead leg for hours on end, you guessed he’d rather take a moment to adjust over an answer.

His soles circled the tiny space, eyes dancing between the fairy lights on the wall, the moonless sky —and by extension the empty driveway outside your window—, the three Polaroids on your desk that depicted an old family trip to Seoul (your mother silently accusing him from the frame for the crime of wearing his shoes inside the house), and lastly, you. His gaze feasted on your body as if he’d been starved for ages and you were the first oasis in the desert, his expression gradually easing into a lopsided smile as he cocked his head to the side.

“Got a name, sweetheart?” he asked in a syrupy sweet tone, the nickname he’d come up with making you doubt he’d use your actual name even if you shared it.

You set the ball aside and hopped on your feet, standing on somewhat more equal ground, though not equal enough to completely diminish the difference in height. He was massive, and you were still processing the kind of person that possessed the power to end this man’s life.

“Name’s Y/N,” you extended your hand. “You must be master Zen’in, nice to meet you!”

He merely glanced at your gesture, leaving you to embarrass yourself without a single qualm. “No one’s called me that in some time,” he expressed wryly. “You know about me?”

You nodded, wiping your palm against your shorts. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen a spirit act all high and mighty, a Zen’in at that. “Who hasn’t heard of the greatest sorcerer there’s ever been?” you chuckled, Gojo’s bootlicking advice coming in for the clutch. “You are somewhat of a legend in the Jujutsu world. The one who mastered the ten shadows technique like no other.”

“Is that who I am now,” he pondered out loud, his index briefly scratching his jaw. “I guess I am,” he grinned with confidence. “That why you summoned me? Wanted to meet with great ol’ me in person?”

“Something like it,” you admitted, finding it hard not to smile back. “I just so happen to be acquainted with this idiot who’s a big fan of yours. Had me use my technique for a passing grade.”

A low hum prompted you to continue. “He’s a real pain in the ass,” you groaned. “Calls himself ‘the strongest’ and acts as if he’s ‘teacher of the year’ when he forces me to fish out intel like some lackey— Actually, you might have heard of his family name before, they’ve been around for ages. Gojo,” quickly adding “Satoru.”

At the sound of your teacher’s name, the man’s eyes widened, his darkened pupils blown with an emotion akin to rage. You weren’t sure what great calamity the Gojos had brought upon him in his previous life, but being familiar with their descendant you doubted they put much effort into it.

“The six eyes is your teacher?” he asked, not giving you enough time to question how on earth he knew that title before he pitched in another question. “So, ya just a kid, huh?”

“I’m not!” you objected. “Turned 18 a while ago.”

“A while, you say?” he arched a brow.

“I’m closer to 19 if anything,” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“19,” he mocked, his droopy eyelids incapable of hiding the way he sized your figure up.

You didn’t even think to put on a bra before the ritual started. Just like you could vividly picture what his pecs looked like under his clothes, your flimsy outfit left little to the imagination, the sweat that’d shimmered across your collarbones and cleavage working in your favor.

“Nah, you are right. No kid could ever have a body like that. Plump and ripe in all the right places,” his tongue lapped over his bottom lip, salacious stare prodding at what your arms kept hidden. “That’s a woman’s body, no doubt.”

Heat spread from your chest all the way to your cheeks, and for once, it wasn’t because of the room’s overbearing heat. Your toes sunk inside the carpet, thighs awkwardly rubbing together. You’d found yourself in such a position before, yet never with a boy like him— never with a man like him.

“Th-thank you,” you mumbled, your fingers hesitantly sliding down your elbows.

He took a step closer, lacking hesitation as he lifted your chin with two fingers, his thumb gently caressing it.

“Gonna let me look at the rest, baby?” his other hand encompassed your hip, the size of his palm alone making you feel oh-so small and fragile before him. “I’ll make ya a deal if you lemme. Tell ya anything you wanna know and more— heh, I’ll make sure ya pass with flying colors.”

“I don’t… I’m not-”

Depriving you of the chance to deny his advances, the man slotted his lips between yours and pulled back almost instantaneously, overjoyed to catch you leaning into his touch for more.

You weren’t sure why this was happening— why you were letting this happen. He was a stranger who barely qualified as being alive, and at the time of his death, he was closer to your father’s age than yours. But he was there, and he was paying you attention, and the way he spoke to you as if he already knew your answer ahead of your mouth had warmth spiraling to the lower parts of your body.

Rather than giving in to your pouty lips, the man whose name you didn’t even know cupped your breasts in both his hands, calloused thumbs making quick work of your nipples as they peaked below the drenched fabric, rolling the sensitive buds into full hardness.

“Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he praised, kneading at your supple skin almost adoringly.

The straps of your top slid down your shoulders, and you felt the ghost of a smile press onto your neck, his warm mouth smearing wet kisses right to where your neck and shoulders connected. You bit back a sigh, your breath audibly strained.

“Bet you wanna be touched, hmm?” he continued, finding the sweet spot you didn’t know you had, and pressed on, his sharp teeth digging into your flesh coaxing a purr from deep within your throat. He chuckled, the vibrations making you shudder. “That why you’re dressed like a slut? Wanna be treated like one, mm?” his lips parted again, tongue lapping over the delicate bruise his teeth left as he pinched your nipples harshly. A moan was ripped from your slack jaw, the insult he carelessly threw adding to the slick between your thighs.

“Sounds about right,” he smirked. “Well, I’m not complaining. You’re a sight for sore eyes, kitten.”

He didn’t ask for permission before he tugged at your shirt, your breasts spilling out with a single bounce. You saw him wet his lips once more, fingers seizing your now-exposed nipples and lustful eyes admiring them up close. You hadn’t noticed how close he was standing until his hips bucked against yours, alerting you to how painfully hard he’d gotten underneath his pants. The six-year-long refractory period his body was subjected to was far too cruel— though you wouldn’t know about that until much later.

“Tell me,” he requested, pausing just so he could look you dead in the eye. “Have you ever done this before?”

His lips traversed the valley of your breasts, rough palms sliding languidly across your ribs and waist. You could see him hold you like that while being inches deep in you. Slamming your frail little set of bones against your desk’s wooden surface. Pounding your hole for your parents to return to their precious daughter bent in half by some stranger. Bruising Gojo’s star student until the smug smile was wiped from his obnoxious mouth for good.

All those reasons made you nod at his question, not caring that he’d be ten times rougher because of your white lie. If anything, you looked forward to that.

“Sure you’re not lying to me?” he read your mind like an open book, the elastic of your shorts being torn away from your body. “Won’t be mad if y’are. I love myself a sweet little virgin. Love how whiny their voices get. How,” he lowered himself onto his knees, palm pushing you to sit on your bed “cute their little tight cunts look all stretched around me.”

His hot breath fanned over your soaked panties, index lazily rubbing back and forth between your clothed slit, the added friction sending a pleasurable tingle up your spine.

“You really aren’t one, are ya?”

You shook your head repeatedly like a bobblehead doll, propping your weight onto your elbows as he lifted your legs on his shoulders, the reality of his choppy raven hair nuzzling to your thighs finally hitting you.

“You said all you wanted to do was look, right?” the finger that was hooked around your underwear stopped. “That was the deal…”

For a brief yet conscious second, his eyes bore into yours with such spite that you thought you’d completely messed up. Only a virgin would dare say something this stupid. If he wasn’t bound to you by the ritual, he’d be out the door the moment you spat those words, you knew it, but then his knuckles brushed over your abdomen to find the hand that clenched onto the sheets, and you realized that wasn’t the case.

“Deals get altered and terms renewed all the time,” he mumbled distractedly, deeply inhaling your scent on his nose, while your fingers unfolded between his lips. You gasped, the sight of him fucking them in and out his mouth —tongue slithering right in the middle and saliva dribbling down his chin as he popped them out— enough to hypnotize whatever sense out of your brain.

“I’ll make ya a new deal,” he hummed, gently directing them to your mouth as if he beckoned you to do the same. A smirk tugged at his scar as he watched your pink lips obediently part and round around your own fingers. He didn’t let go until he heard you choke, secretly plotting to replace them with something else—sooner, than later.

“My technique is what interests you, right? How about instead of telling you, I show you?”

You tried to remove your hand, but he shoved it back in, his true colors pouring into a devilish smile. “I’ve had enough of your voice. All you gotta do is sit back like the good little girl I know you are and keep your legs nice and spread for me. How’s that?”

The only thing your head could manage was pathetically bob up and down in agreement, your fingers stuck in your mouth like a damn pacifier, while your cunt pulsed at every single word he uttered; derogatory or not. Were it any other guy talking down to you like that, your knuckles would be leaving an impermanent imprint on his cheek. Were it any other guy treating you as if you had no volition of your own as if you were just a toy for him to break, and you—

There wouldn’t be any other guy for you ever again. He’d make sure of it.

He ripped the fabric into a single shred and tossed it over his shoulder without caring where it landed- your bedside lamp. He looked down at your pussy, debating to himself whether to start with his tongue or fingers first, calculating the time it’d take for him to prep you for his cock down to the last second. He might’ve been a lot less nice than he pretended to be, but he wasn’t about to go out of his way to hurt you. Not intentionally, at least.

“Let’s see,” he tipped forward, the way his forefinger slipped between your folds without any resistance whatsoever bringing you shame. It didn’t go unnoticed by him, his digit triumphantly pulling out and smearing your slick all over your puffy lips. “Is that all for me, sweetheart? So fucking wet just for me?”

Your hips bucked forward as an answer to his question and he thought he wouldn’t mind taking things slow for once— see how much you could take before you came completely undone.

“Girls like you make the best fuck,” he cooed, voice echoing right through your core. “Surrendering to the first sweet word they hear.” His thumb circled your clit, flicking at the little bundle of nerves. “Leaking at the slightest of touch.” His middle and ring fingers joined in the action, burying themselves as far inside walls as your tight hole let him push. “Breaking so easily.” He drooled, coating your entire pussy in his thick saliva before allowing himself a taste, tongue lapping at the mix of juices straight from the source.

Your thighs clenched around him, muffling the lewdness of a whimper as he looked up at you, his smirk loosening with every kitten lick across your flesh. You wanted to say something, to call out his name and moan for him, but it all felt so unpracticed— similarly to how unpracticed your cunt was when it came to the girth of his fingers; much bigger than yours, more experienced too. He reached depths you didn’t know existed, bringing your body such pleasure that had you writhing for more, hips slamming against his face.

He groaned, his own arousal throbbing against his lower abdomen, begging him to get this over with. “Wanna fuck my face, baby?”

You felt your cheeks ignite anew, the eyes you’d fallen for at first sight overflowing with lust, convincing you it felt as good for him as it felt for you.

“Can’t let ya do that,” he parted your folds, fingers spreading your thighs apart while his tongue darted between your lips, his nose intentionally nudging the pink nub with each deep stroke against your spongy spot. “Gotta earn it first.”

You stared at him like an idiot, wondering to yourself if somewhere between his refusal to shake your hand and his eagerness to quench his thirst with your body you’d passed away because that was what heaven ought to feel like. That was what angels ought to look like.

“Got something to say, princess?” his eyes shot up and he gestured for you to unlatch your mouth.

“S-so pretty,” you whispered.

“What was that?” his ears perked up, not because he hadn’t heard you the first time, but because he could do with some affirmation himself.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this… f-fuck—” a yelp punched its way out of your lungs as he folded you in half, pinning your thighs onto your stomach, and crawling onto the bed right after them.

He’d had enough of this little game.

“Good girls shouldn’t cuss like that. Six eyes didn’t teach ya that?”

Holding you down with one hand, he dived back into your pussy, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a furious pace that had your upper body tossing and turning, the first unregulated moans ushering him to keep going. His tongue toyed with your swollen bud, the squelching of your cunt growing significantly louder from this angle, reverberating throughout the four walls of your bedroom. You were close, and so was he to getting his dick wet with all the mess he’d helped create.

His mouth watered just at the thought of his seed being the one to dribble down your thighs instead of his spit. He could picture you in one of those cute blue-navy skirts hanging from your closet and hoped you weren’t a tights person. He wanted to see you off to school every morning with your thighs sticking together so deliciously that anyone smart enough would understand how meticulously he’d fucked the brat out of you—

If only there was a mirror for you to see how stunning you looked. All fucked out and writhing, disheveled hair stuck on your tits and forehead while you nuzzled to the pillows, your shaky voice calling out to the surname he’d left behind. Would you still do that if you knew he played you like a fiddle? If you knew he was no esteemed Zen’in or sorcerer, for that matter, but a man hell-bent on ruining you for his own sick satisfaction?

Your body reciprocated his vile thoughts, your pussy fluttering around his digits. “Gonna cum for me?” he panted, forcing your legs to the side lest he missed a reaction.

Neither of you realized how his one hand had sneaked into his pants, stroking his veiny cock closer to the ecstasy he craved. Precum leaked hot out of the reddened tip, his thumb frantically swiping it over his length in sync with his thrusts. He’d stopped listening to your pleas and instructions. He fucked his fingers in you as he pleased, slowing down only when his balls began to dangerously tighten. Only then did he tear his fingers away ‘cause God forbid he busts his load in his palm like some fucking untouched teenager— regardless of how obscenely pretty you appeared for him or not.

Once he regained his composure, words made sense again. Harder. Faster. More. He hated being told what to do but absolutely loved how pliant you were. A people-pleaser, he bet. Going above and beyond what was asked of you, bending and breaking into whatever molds others force you to fit. He could work with that. Shape you into a mold only he could fit in.

“Cum for me, baby. Show me how much prettier y’ can get.”

His cock twitched as he felt your walls clamp down around his fingers, your sweet face contorting with pleasure, lips swollen with how hard they’d tried to contain the last bits of debouched decency.

How cute.

He set your legs down and moved up to meet your face with his, a wave of genuine softness rushing over him as he thought to kiss your lips tenderly, hushing whatever emotion had you spasming. You were so sensitive. Even if you’d been with another guy before him, he doubted they knew what they were doing— not like he did, anyway. He’d make you scream out his name for the neighbors to hear what a dirty slut lived just next door from them.

After a short while of his stroking your hair and whispering filth into your ears, he decided he’d been good enough to get his trick. He took your hand in his and guided it to his cock, grinning like a little kid as your smaller palm traced the outline over his pants, knowing full well both hands would do nothing to cover his girth.

He’d really missed this— so much that he didn’t mind letting a grunt out in appreciation, certain that more would follow.

Your eyes met, the spark in them telling him you understood what he expected you to do, and even if you didn’t, he’d teach you. He’d teach you everything, snatch you from that piece of shit and make you into his star student, so long as you kept touching him and let him do all the things he’d spent the last thirty minutes fantasizing about.

Everything and anything, all for you to take—

The thoughts that failed to reach your ears along with all traces of the man whose weight alone -up until a moment ago- threatened to crush your body into a fine powder evaporated, the smooth sound of his voice replaced by the crude breaks of your father’s car as he pulled into the driveway— your mother’s kitten heels soon clicking atop every step they climbed.

Shit.

A/N: I actually intended for this to be a one-shot, but I guess it sort of ended on a cliffhanger so, oops. Lemme know if I should write a second and final part, or if you have any Toji ideas/requests ♡

Unhinged Nagito is always my favorite, subby Nagito is cool too but when he’s like this gets me going

(equals - nagito komaeda x reader smut)

cw: fingering, slight degradation, domination/submission, dirty talk, oral sex, penetration

nagito gives into his temptations with reader and has some fun with her ;)

nagito pressed his hips harder against you, breathing heavily into your ear and pressing your back against the wall. “my hope, you have no idea how you affect me. i’m so filthy for fantasizing about your body, but i can’t help it.” his tongue traced the shell of your ear and he let out a chuckle at the way you squirmed at the feeling. “you’re so cute, far too cute for me. can i tell you the truth?”

he leaned away and set his lustful eyes onto yours. “you always tell me that you see me as an equal, and i’ve always felt weird at the thought of that. but i think i understand it a bit more, though i’m being honest when i say i’m nothing but worthless trash. it’s embarrassing to say that because i put you on a pedestal, it made me refrain from experimenting more in bed. so my hope, will you allow me to act on my selfish desires to treat you as an equal? will you allow me to be rough with you, just this once?” he needed consent, as he always feared hurting you.

it was surprising how forward he was being, but it drove you wild since he was only growing harder against you by the minute. as a response, you wasted no time in pulling the collar of his shirt, in turn also pulling him closer to you so you could press your lips against his. he grunted, shocked by the sudden move but then cupped the side of your face with one hand before sliding his tongue across your bottom lip. you allowed him the access, tongues clashing against each other until the two of you were out of breath. you managed to speak in between breaths, “have your way with me, do whatever you want.”

nagito was panting, his cheeks flushed before his usual smile formed on his face. “you truly do spoil me.” he whispered, happy to see that you were also flustered, you looked almost helpless already. god, he wanted to ruin you over and over.

his hands were now on your waist, slowly but surely making their way down further. he relished the way he felt you tense up occasionally before relaxing into his touch. he lightly ghosted over the area where you oh so wanted to be touched, you bit your lip, releasing once he ignored it and instead squeezed your thighs. “it always shocks me how easily i get a reaction out of you, you’re quite sensitive aren’t you? what a shame, if only i had acted on my curiosity earlier.”

you struggled to breathe, he was now tracing the outline of your underwear. but despite that, you didn’t fail to reassure him. “nagito, i’ll never leave you so you don’t have to worry about that. you’re the only person i’ve ever had such strong feelings towards. i trust you, and i love you, okay?”

“you always tell me that but it sounds too good to be true. for someone so amazing as you to settle for a scum like me. but i never want to let you go and i know you’re not a liar. you’ve stuck by my side this entire time.” his fingers now grazed across your underwear, and your hips grinded forward just from the mere touch. “you’re already so wet, do my words really turn you on that much?”

hastily, he pushed the fabric to the side and slipped his slender fingers into your folds, gathering up your wetness. he then circled your clit slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. you felt embarrassed by his intense gaze so you shut your eyes, turning your head to the side. he placed his free hand onto your chin, moving your head back towards him. “keep your eyes on me, it’d be a shame if i couldn’t see your beautiful face.”

hesitantly, you did as he said. but almost immediately, you shut them again when he suddenly shoved his fingers inside of you, his movements smooth due to how wet and prepared you already were. he let out a laugh once he heard you gasp, noticing the way your knees buckled. he started curling his fingers, “sometimes i wonder if you can pleasure yourself with your own fingers. can they reach the same places i can?” the pad of his index finger now hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, making you cling onto his blazer tightly. “can they make you feel as good as mine do?”

“i-i, they can’t…and it’s frustrating because i only want you. not even i can- ngh!” his pace increased, now shoving a third finger inside you with a prideful laugh. his voice was huskier than before, “i knew it, my hope! i always felt so guilty for wondering such a thing about an ultimate like you. but still, i’ve caught you touching yourself several times. was it all on purpose? do you hope to get caught just so i shove my fingers up you like this?” he stopped his movements, shushing you sweetly with a smile once you let out a disappointed whine from the lack of his fingers. “do you think you could answer that for me? an ultimate like you should be capable of answering anything, even if you’re embarrassed.”

he was next to your ear now, his laugh sending shivers down your spine. “isn’t that kind of naughty, my hope? it makes sense for someone as pathetic as me to be into degradation, but an ultimate like you? i would’ve never thought, especially since you always tighten up around me when i praise you.” without a warning, he shoved his fingers back up inside you, your knees growing weak again. “so then, would you like to be a good little fucktoy for me? to let a scum like me do whatever they want to you?”

you couldn’t prevent yourself from moaning loudly, coming around his fingers almost as soon as those words left his mouth. your body was trembling and you struggled to stay standing up as your hips instinctively moved on their own against his fingers. you were embarrassed, growing dizzy from knowing you had came undone around his fingers so quickly. nagito was already aware that his voice turned you on, and so he used it to his advantage. you were letting out small little pants, your hands clinging onto the back of his blazer as you buried your face into his chest.

he hushed you, wrapping his hands around you as he soothed you. “this will be hard for me, my hope. i feel conflicted. although i want to corrupt you and make you beg under my undeserving self, i also just want to make you feel good and praise your entire body. perhaps i could blend the two?” he mumbled the last part to himself. he could still hear your somewhat muffled moans. “god, you sound so good.”

he tilted your head back up so you weren’t hiding against his chest anymore, his smile was sweet, a contrast to what he was about to say. “can you…get on your knees for me?” although he sounded kind, there was an underlying demanding tone as well.

without a second thought, you did as he told you. when it came to oral, nagito always believed he was undeserving of such an incredible thing and so he never asked for it. he let out a please sigh, he wouldn’t admit it, but having someone below him gave him a temporary ego boost. “you’re so obedient. aren’t you embarrassed that you’re listening to trash like me?”

he took his time, unzipping his pants slowly just to make you wait with anticipation. when he pulled his pants down, he groaned when he finally freed himself from the nearly unbearable constriction, a wet spot clear on his boxers. you wanted to touch him so badly, to palm him and have him crumbling apart underneath you. once he pulled his boxers down, he inhaled sharply, his cheeks beginning to flush once again. you looked up at him expectantly, wanting to taste him. he tapped his own mouth, gesturing for you to open yours.

as soon as you did, he forced your mouth down his cock. you held onto his thighs for leverage, your moans inaudible by the way his tip was hitting the back of your throat. your own saliva dropped down onto the floor, tears forming in your eyes. but it felt so good to have him inside your mouth, for him to be using you for his own pleasure for once. you didn’t know if he would ever be this forward again, so you wanted to enjoy it.

he was letting out the prettiest noises above you. they ranged from husky groans and grunts to high pitched moans and whimpers. tears now rolled down your face, and he couldn’t help but smile. under other circumstances, seeing you cry would’ve broken him, but now it only turned him on.

“for an ultimate like you to…hah…take trash like me into your mouth. isn’t it kind of insulting to you? a nobody like me shoving their cock down your throat?” obviously you couldn’t answer, only being able to gag and let out muffled moans around his cock. “i’m taunting you, and you’re not even complaining. what was your talent again? the ultimate obedient slut?”

the sudden degradation shocked you, but it made you ache, made you want to reach in between your thighs to touch yourself. it didn’t go unnoticed by him, and he laughed, similar to when he was going on his rants of hope. he pressed one of his forearms against the wall, his hand formed into a fist as his thighs began to shake. “i’m gonna come”, he mumbled.

he looked down at you one last time before throwing his head back, his hips frantically moving as his mind started to feel hazy, his cock beginning to twitch inside your mouth. he let out a choked and dragged out moan to the point that it even sounded exaggerated. he filled up your mouth with his salty and somewhat bitter tasting cum, you swallowed as soon as he pulled away.

your knees hurt, surely there would be bruises there. you looked so cute below him, god, if only he had done this sooner.

he helped you get up, immediately pulling you into a passionate kiss. you felt so weak, not even noticing the way he slowly turned and led you towards the bed. he pulled away and within seconds he took your shirt off, reaching back to take off your bra. funny, he usually struggled with it. “must be my luck...” he mumbled, before pushing you gently onto the bed until your back was flush against the mattress.

he put his hands on your chest, his fingers now fondling your nipples and pinching them. your body jolted up from the pleasurable and yet painful sensation. he hummed in amusement from your reaction, up until now, he had never done it since he had always feared hurting you. he rubbed the soreness away before doing the same thing over and over again. your vision started getting blurry again from the tears welling up in your eyes. but you found yourself liking it, panting underneath him and bucking your hips against him. every single time you thrusted your hips up, the tip of his now hardening cock rubbed against your sensitive clit.

he let out a small laugh, leaning down to kiss your tears away. “i’d never thought i’d say this but, you look so cute when you cry.” he then sucked one of your nipples lightly, his tongue caressing it before he gave the other one the same treatment. for a moment, he felt a bit guilty. “thank you for allowing me to act on my desires, although i don’t deserve it.”

his hands roamed your upper body, going from your waist to your hips as his face began to flush again. “so pretty…” he mumbled under his breath. he backed away a bit and trailed kisses up your stomach, your cleavage, your neck, jawline, and then finally your face. afterwards, he pulled your underwear down to your ankles, bunching your skirt in his hands and pulling it up to your waist.

he reached a hand down, pumping his cock before dragging it along your folds. he huffed, looking down before thrusting completely into you in one swift movement. your back arched, mouth agape from the sudden intrusion. nagito’s hair clung onto his sweaty forehead, occasionally moving back and forth as a result of his rough thrusts. the bed was hitting the wall with every movement. the bed also squeaked, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping and the noises escaping the two of you.

you couldn’t even think properly, your eyes rolling back once he placed his hand around your throat. he didn’t squeeze, he just let it rest there as he took in all your expressions. his raspy grunts were strained, his eyes lidded as he watched you start to drool. god, who allowed you to look so erotic and yet so cute at the same time? he leaned down to kiss you sloppily, you moaned desperately into his mouth, not able to kiss him back properly due to your fucked out state. nagito pulled away, groaning at the string of saliva that only snapped once he raised himself back up.

one of his hands now held onto your hip, his nails digging into your skin. his other reached up to hold onto the headboard, giving him more leverage. you looked so dirty, so filthy underneath him just allowing him to go at whichever pace he wanted. he couldn’t stay silent anymore. “ngh! my hope- you feel so good! so tight…hah…all for me. i want to stay inside you forever! you’re taking my cock so well!”

nagito began laughing again, it came out in wheezes as he grew frantic. if you were to open your eyes and look into his, you’d notice the swirls beginning to form in them. “to think you’d submit to someone like me…agh! i truly am so lucky!” he felt you clenching around him, your mouth opening up and letting out a lewd moan as you squeezed the bedsheets. you pathetically tried to say his name, “n-nagi— mmph!” but every time you were even remotely close, his thrusts would make you whimper and start all over.

but it’s okay! even though you couldn’t manage to get a single proper word out, he knew what you were trying to tell him. “you’re so good to me! please, come! come all over me!” he didn’t even have to tell you, you couldn’t help it, whining desperate attempts of his name leaving your mouth as you came undone. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down and holding him close as you practically sucked him in deeper. he groaned, as he himself was driven over the edge as he helped you ride out your high. he was so incredibly loud, grunting and gasping into your ear with no shame. he kept going for a while until he was done pumping his cum inside of you. he pulled out, his chest heaving up and down heavily as he looked down to admire the sight.

watching his cum leak out of your abused hole drove him crazy. you winced at the dull ache of overstimulation, your hazy mind clearing up as you looked at your lover — he had a giddy grin on his face.

“one more…please, just one more! an ultimate like you, surely you can take it, right?!”

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I wanna move into this mans neighborhood asap

･˳ . ⋆ 1-900-PaintJob ･˳ . ⋆

In which Toji has the hots for you while he paints your walls

· · · ♡ Featuring Painter! Toji Fushiguro x Chubby!Fem!reader with guest appearances of Gojo,Geto,Nanami,Choso,and Hiromi · · ♡

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings: Smut, pussy eating, sloppy pussy eating at that, spit, voyeurism( FaceTime call on projector), cowgirl riding, heavy and long dick Toji, admiring Toji( at you), body worship( heavy, praise kink, degradation kink, dirty talking, fingering, body painting with fingers during sex, do not try this with a stranger in real life( wrap up sweeties), fucking on first time meeting( I know, I know, but you’re neighbors), reader mind is fucked while you’re getting fucked, mention of brain d*** but not literally, dickmatized and pussy drunk, hints at chubby reader, black reader but not explicit, pet names( princess, baby doll, doll, baby, etc.), small age gap, if I miss something let me know

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Word count: 4.6k

18+, Minors do not interact

Ps: I’m gonna post this one last time, hopefully it ends up in the tags without the label warning. Anyways happy birthday to me!!!

Sitting on the white window seal with a large triple case- equal lit window in front of you casting a beautiful abstract of the neighbors house and apartments in your neighborhood.

You were watching your neighbor from across the street pulling out weeds from the dirt of nature. He was eye candy for sure, that’s why you always pretended to write in your diary whenever he comes out of his house. Sometimes he would be talking with his other buff/ fit friends while pulling out weeds or planting for his girlfriend. She was a ray of sunshine but a devil in disguise or so you heard. You haven’t seen her ever since you met her for the first time when you moved in. You two didn’t plan on hanging out or getting to know one another after your encounter with one another. Too busy, on her side. Your side was because you could feel the negative energy oozing off her and made no room for her in your life. Him and his other friends/ girl-friends were a different story.

One of them was someone you had your eagle eye on from the first time you saw him. Ever since you saw his white, skin tight shirt clinging to his body with a pair of black joggers and comfortable shoes; you knew you had to get him inside of your house. Luckily weeks later, when you were watering your plants you saw him come out the house a few doors down from you to walk across the street to Satoru’s house. You wanted him to laugh in your ear the way he was laughing at Suguru and Satoru’s jokes and playful bantering whilst sharing a few beers with him.

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I’m extremely late seeing this😭😭😭 Yuuji is so precious

˜”*°•.˜”*°• The Birthday Boy •°*”˜.•°*”˜

Synopsis: You wake your boyfriend in the best of ways for his special day!

Warnings: Consentual Somno, oral (m and f receiving), cowgirl, cervix kissing, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating

Pairing: Yuuji Itadori x fem!reader

Comments: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET BABY YUUJI!! He stole my heart so damn quickly and I love him so much!!

Tags: @babiefwuit @bakugosbratx @yuujispinkhair @tokyometronetwork @awilddreamermain @angelltheninth @linpunny @katsukichu-rbsreadsrecs @yeahitzally @suyacho @sailewhoremoon

Today was a special day. It was both your one year anniversary with your wonderful boyfriend, Itadori Yuuji, and today was his birthday. You wanted to do something special for him, but he was still fast asleep. A pout settled on your face until you saw the blue rubber band on his wrist. You knew that meant he was okay with you doing things to him while he was asleep because you wore a similar pink one around your wrist.

Smiling, you carefully pushed your boyfriend onto his back and peeled the covers off his body. Taking a moment to admire his strong physique, it was always such a thrill to see your cute boyfriend’s muscles that he hid under all those layers of clothing. The thick sinewy muscles of his arms, to the rigged six pack of his abs, down to his long strong legs. Yuuji was perfect in your eyes.

Reaching out, you poked his soft cheeks gently and watched as he scrunched his face up in his sleep. Giggling when a bit of drool seeped out of the corner of his mouth. You almost squealed at how cute he was as you trailed your hand down the length of his neck to his wide shoulders. Slowly, you climb to straddle his hips and lowered your face to his chest, nibbling sofly at his skin and leaving tiny red marks on his skin. You looked up at him when he let out a soft whine, thinking that he had woken up.

Yuuji merely wiped the drool that leaked out of mouth and placed his hand ove his belly and scratched it. Blissfully unaware of what you were doing.

You sighed and moved lower down his body until your face was flushed with his crotch. Slowly, you rubbed your hand over the soft print and watched in awe as it quickly hardened under your touch, tenting his pajama pants. Stroking his cock over the aterial of his bottoms, you watched the expression that crossed over his adorable sleeping face. Confusion was the first expression before it melted into pleasure as you pulled down his pants to free his dick.

Your boyfriend’s cock never ceased to amaze you. Yuuji did not know just how big and thick he was. What he was lacking in length, he more than made up for it in girth. Reaching out, you touched the wet tip, smearing the pre that leaked out. A smile curled at your lips at the soft whine that rumbled in your boyfriend’s chest. You wrapped your hand around him, fingertips barely meeting as you stroked him firmly.

A chorus of soft groans played from Yuuji’s mouth as you worked your palm over his heavy cock. His mouth had dropped open as his moans echoed through the room sounding like a symphony to your ears. Yuuji always had such pretty moans and groans and you wanted to hear more of them. Sticking your tongue out, you sucked his cock into your mouth. Bobbing your head you used your hands for whatever you couldn’t fit inside. Swirling your tongue over the bulbous head wih each upward pull, you worked your mouth over him.

Looking up when you felt his hands curl his fingers into your hair as he let out a long drawn out moan, you were surpised to see him still asleep. You continued to suck him down, relaxing your throat to take more of him in as he began to push down on your head. His whines and moans becomig louder and made your hole clench around nothing as the sounds sent tinges to your cunt.

You could feel Yuuji’s hips starting to lift from the bed as his cries began to grow louder and louder as you deepthroat him. Your fingers came up and played with his head sck and that became his undoing as his sweetly salty taste soon flooded over your tongue as he let out one last shuddering moan. You eagerly swallowed every last drop he had to offer before noticing that even though Yuuji had just come, he was still very hard.

Sliding your panties off, you straddled his hips, hovering over his leaking cock. Grabbing the base with your hand, you slowly eased yourself down onto his thickness. Cursing softly at the feeling of him spreading your walls, you had to pause about halfway down to adjust to the feeling. Yuuji was just so thick that it was borderline on being too much for you. Your boyfriend was so clueless as to how big he really was whenever he would practically fold you in half and bully your insides with it.

Taking in a slow, deep breath, you continued to descend down on his cock, moaning at the feeling of being filled so full by him. Tossing your head back when you finally felt him bottom out within you, you rocked your hips gently. Yuuji’s tip pressed snugly against your cervix that you could barely even move. Brushing your fingertips along the side of his adorable face, you couldn’t help but to wonder how he was still sleeping even as he was stuffed so deeply inside of your dripping hole.

Testing to see if he was feinting sleep, you placed your hands on his chest and bounced experimentally. Another moan bubbled in your chest from the friction; that delicious, mind numbing friction, that only he could cause sent you into a frenzy. Once you had gotten a taste of it, you just couldn’t stop your hips from moving. Reaching for his hands, you held onto them for support as you bounced your body up and down, taking in more of him with each thrust of your hips.

“Feels so good, Yuu…” You moaned out. A gasp left your throat when his fingers suddenly tightened around yours and his hips moved to thrust his cock even deeper into you.

“This is always the best thing to wake up to.” Yuuji grinned as he held onto your hands, sitting up to wrap them around his neck. He pressed a sloppy, still sleep filled kiss to your lips, tongue messily gliding over yours. “The best birthday gift ever, baby girl.” His hands gripped at your hips, fingers squeezing the fat of them as he picked up the speed of his thrusts until he was pounding up into you.

“Y-yuuji!” You moaned out. It was too much. He was too thick. But it felt amazing. You could feel your orgasm approaching quickly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers in his hair and you held onto him for dear life. His cock rubbed your walls in all the right places as the fat tip kissed at your cervix with each thrust of his hips.

Tossing your head back as that hot coil that was burning low in your belly snapped as you creamed on your boyfriend’s cock, soaking it with your juices. “Fuck. I love you. Love you so much, my birthday boy.”

Yuuji nipped at your shoulder as he felt you cumming hard on his length as he felt his balls tighten. His cock swelled within you, growing bigger as he gave a few more thrusts in your spasming pussy. “I love you, too.” He grunted as he came, thick spurts of white painting your insides. “Best thing to wake up to.” He grinned as he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours. “Can’t wait to see what else you have planned for today.”

You giggled as he rolled over and pulled out, his seed dripping out. A moan leaves you when he scooped it back inside with two fingers. "Yuu…" you whimpered out, body jolting as he slowly thrusts his fingers in and out, thumb circling your clit lightly. You watched with hooded eyes as he crawled between your thighs, placing your legs over his wide shoulders.

"Gotta have my birthday breakfast." He sent you a flirty smirk before his head dipped down and his tongue drew a long stripe up your slit. He could taste his own cum that seeped out of your hole and a moan vibrated in his chest. The combined flavors of his seed and your slick coated his tongue with every fevered swipe as he ate you out like a starved man.

The high pitched sounds of your screaming his name over and over again in that broken mantra was like music to his ears. Yuuji never stopped flickering his tongue over the little bundle of nerves. His lips closed over it and he gave it a gentle suck.

Your head fell back onto the pillow as your hands tangled and pulled at his spiky pink hair. "Oh gods, Yuuji. m'g'nna cum, baby."

Those were the magic words he was waiting to hear. His fingers sneaked up and slipped inside your quivering hole as he increased his attack on your clit. Yuuji wanted – no, needed to make you squirt in his mouth. "Give it to me, cutie. Wanna taste you." He moaned against your pussy.

You feel your abdomen clench as your clit twitches in his mouth. "Fuuck…Yuuji!!" You let out another loud scream of his name as you exploded on his tongue, juices dripping out of you and into his greedy mouth. Your body gives little jolts as your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath after such an intense orgasm.

Yuuji eagerly swallows everything you had to offer, his fingers diing for more of your sweet taste as it drenched his lower face. He moaned softly against your pussy once more asnhe give it gentle licks and nips before pulling away and crawling up your body. Your boyfriend dropped soft kisses to your exposed flesh, his cock had grown hard again, the tip leaking and was begging to be hugged by your walls again. “Baby, can I have another taste of my birthday gift?”

You feel him nudging at your entrance with his dick and you wrap your leg around his waist. Cupping his cheeks, tracing your thumbs over the birthmarks under his eyes as you leaned up to kiss him deeply/ Your tongue slipped past his lips to flirt with his. “Take it, Yuu. It’s yours.”

Rough fingers pinched your nipple as Yuuji covers your lips with his in a sloppy kiss. His other hand stroked his cock as he aligned it with your hole. Pushing back inse slowly, stretching you out on his thick length. A soft grunt left him as your warm, wet walls greedily sucked him in. “Fuck…baby…Happy fucking Birthday to me.”

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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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