Your Roommate Sukuna Series Masterlist

Your Roommate Sukuna Series Masterlist

Pairing: Modern No Curse AU Sukuna x Reader

Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna!

Contains: frenemies to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, more specific tags on each part

Heads up! This is a series of oneshots and drabbles, not a completely cohesive chapter by chapter series!! Each part can stand alone so dont worry if you started in the middle!!

Status: ongoing [Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!!]

My Full Masterlist

Sorted from oldest to newest!!

“That Time I Gave Him Covid” WC 1.08k

Contains: pure fluff, Sukuna makes you watch The Human Centipede but nothing is described in detail, pining at the end but he’s in denial

“That Time He Scared The Life Out Of Me” WC 1.4k

Contains: metal-vocalist!Sukuna, fluff, you’re both basically frenemies

“That Time We Went To The County Fair” WC 2.89k

Contains: pure fluff, frenemies dynamic, emetophobics be cautious (no one actually gets sick it’s just mentioned), Sukuna is trying so hard to be nice

“That Time His Older Brother Gave Him A Tarot Reading” WC 1.26k

Contains: brothers au, pure fluff, reader is not present, Sukuna is pining hard

“That Time He Got Jealous Of His Twin Brother” WC N/A [Coming Soon]

Contains: brothers au, pure fluff, slight Yuuji x Reader but we all know who you’re really here for, Sukuna is down bad, narration is mostly from Sukuna’s POV

Banner commissioned from @crumplstiltskin , Dividers by @anitalenia

Taglist: @madaqueue @enidths @lozchi @scorpiosugar @zeroreasonstocare

@fushipurro @cherriee-ee @broken0verseer @clp-84 @bearchermer

@yuujispinkhair @sleepycrybbylaiah @comeonatmebruh @ultracheesesideboob @hicallmeveronica

@cosmicbreathe @emphistic @backinmyphase @meow-satoru @nixalozt

@excedr

"I've only had bby yuuji for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room ... and then myself"

MISSION FAILED, NUT: RUINED…! ★

pairing: fushiguro toji x female! reader

sypnosis: your mission? eliminate the notorious fellow assassin 'toji fushiguro.' should be easy right? wrong, because how do you go from having a knife up to his throat from ending up in his bed? silly girl. wc: 3.9k+

warnings. assasin!toji, pwp-ish, age gap (20s-30s), size difference, dacryphilia, oral [ f ], unprotected sex, dirty talk, overstim, praising, angst. use of: whore, slut, bitch, baby doll .

an. big thank u to anya for beta-ing some!! first canon-y fic i triedddd. not proofread yet!

“it’s nothing personal…”

your go-to motto, you had a job to do at the end of the day, a check to receive after each bounty. no time to spare for sympathy, never that. t. fushiguro…a name you were all too familiar with, and the way your eyes lit up with greed and lust at the huge amount of zeros that plastered next to his name. figures though. duh. he was the toji fushiguro, a fellow assassin himself, feared amongst most, and you were sure you weren’t gonna be the only person going after his head.

you were sure it was gonna be a simple walk in the park, but more than anything it was the opposite. how coincidental toji was hired to off you. yet vice versa—you stood over him near his nightstand but it was if he was already prepared, a raspy cackle leaves his lips as if he knew you were there, despite his lights being off.

“could have gotten me if ya weren’t so loud breaking in, girl.” he smirks, and he lets off a raspy sigh, reaching for the night lamp. toji gets a good glimpse of you and this couldn’t have been anymore embarrassing. at all.

you sat on his lap, a thumb just grazing against the pearled sheath of your knife, an irritated, “shit,” escorting your lips. he’s got such the cockiest expression on his face—lying back with his arms tossed over his head, as if he didn’t find you intimidating at all, because well, he didn’t.

“…hmpf,” he pauses, staring intently at your features before a near pout forms on the corners of his mouth. “they sent a kid to kill me? how disappointing,” and toji’s poisonous gaze never leaves yours before his lips curl into a smile, purposefully enunciating his words. “how old are ya? just made nineteen?”

your eyebrows twitch, and your facial expressions formed into a deadpan as you remained on his lap funnily enough…growing some attitude before muttering, “old enough to put a bullet in you, fushiguro.”

“oooh. she’s sassy.” he grins. “think i like you.”

you met eye contact with the man and he just snickers, you were just about to make your way off his lap—but that’s when he brings his hands towards your hips. “…leavin' so soon, pretty? shouldn’t you be putting y’er knife to good use?”

he was mocking you, his eyes lower a bit as you nearly slip off a gasp at the soft strokes his tips of his thumbs presents your waist. you snap out of whatever trance you were in before muttering, “i can’t now.”

“well, why the hell not, gorgeous?”

no reply.

he blows, his voice was just a perfect mixture of deep, intimidating green hues of his eyes keeps focus on you, and this entire position is so awkward. very.

a small snicker leaves his lips, and his grip still remains on your waist before feeling his thumb brush past your thigh—the slim slit that made appearance from your sleek black cocktail dress. “i’m a pretty dangerous guy, baby. if i were you i’d stop wasting time 'n jus' get on with it..”

such rich arrogance ran off his tongue throughout each sentence he spoke, how irkesome. you mentally rolled your eyes, stammering, you miffed, “shut up.”

“mm. how ‘bout ya make me, woman.”

and just how do you shut him up…?

by making him eat you out through your divine black laced panties. oddly enough, toji was never one to complain when you told him to get between your thighs.

it was simply crazy how the two of you were just bickering, and now he’s face first between your legs—and if it was anything toji fushiguro was, he was nasty.

a subtle grunt goes past his mouth as he flicks out his tongue, slowly.

yet he then presses it against the pad of your panties. he’s laid flat on his back with two rough hands gripping onto your thighs, semi soft pads of his thumbs stroking against your skin as you whimpered, moving your hips swiftly against his mouth.

“oh-ho, were ya really gonna try to kill me with a pussy this wet?” he snickers, dragging a thumb right down your slit, his tongue slides and slides in a slow circular motion against your pussy and you squirm, chewing down on your lap and he was so talkative.

“shut up,” you moaned, your hips were so merry, going against his face, his slick was already dribbling down his chin and that dumb smile of his never left. “just….s-shut up.”

he couldn’t get another word in because by then you were practically sitting on his face, simply no match for his tongue, toji’s so into it too….

groan after groan leaves his mouth, warm breath fanning against your clit once he chuckles at how hard you’re tugging, no, yanking on his thin strands of hair.

saying that you sucked at your job, was probably an understatement.

usually, any other guy would be dead—so what made toji any different? a question you didn’t even know how to answer. neither did you want to answer it, because all that was currently embedded into your brain was how good toji's tongue moved and danced against your clit, how sloppy he is—slurping and spitting everywhere, he’s so messy.

and he’s fucking mean.

he spanks your pussy each time you whine and whimper on how you’re about to cum- pathetic sheeny, glistening tears sticking to your eyes as your hand gripped tightly to his hair. “toji, please.”

“hm?” he brings a chaste kiss towards your pussy, watching you pulse—spreading your lips open just a tad bit, soaked between your thighs he blows on it just to watch you squirm with such urge and impulsing desire. “oh, i dunno, doll. can’t even do y’er job right so why should i let ya make a mess on my face?” and then he smiles, hearing the disappointed frown go against your lips. “tch. unprofessional slut. ‘s all you are.”

“f-fuck you,” you moaned, your fingertips brushed against his scalp, panting heavily as your body felt so warm. it’s been countless minutes of toji and his tongue filling your pretty pussy with such desire, you didn’t even care about the money anymore. you just wanted to cum. “please please, toji. i-i can’t hold it.”

and he just snickers, he finds the entire thing amusingly risible.

nose deep, toji’s mouth latches against your sweet savory pool of moisture, you’re drenching his chin, squirming from feeling the tiny stubble that ran against his chin tickle you, you’re biting down on your lip as your legs shook with such unhinged frenzy.

“ya gotta ask nicer, darlin.” he slides his tongue against the inner crevices of your folds—locating his tip through each single orifice, this man was the epitome of pussydrunk. long natural lashes of his were practically, barely closed, and by now he’s just sucking and nibbling…damn near biting playfully on your sweet bud just to bring out a reaction from you.

and he definitely does because you let off a whimpering sob.

“t-toji please, lemme cum. please, i-i don’t know what else you want me to s-say.” you’d moan, fingers were interlocking beneath his strands. you still rode his face, and he looks so pretty underneath you now that you think about it.

toji’s face, it was relaxed. thin black eyebrows, partially arched together were parted and that annoying grin remained on his lips—his contented shit-eating grin that stuck to his face for what seemed to be an eternity.

“aw. ‘s that the best ya can do for me…?”

you just about had it with him—but you were too near the edge to reply with a snark response, so you just pout, watching him slurp happily between the very junction of your thighs.

“okay okay, don’t wanna be too mean,” he teases, giving your cunt a quick spat, watching it run down the slit in filthy awe.

he groans himself, rubbing maneuvering circles in repeat against you to hear you nearly cry out for him to not stop.

this man…

so good with his fingers, so good with his tongue. “tell me ‘pretty please’ in that sweet voice, baby. make me believe that ya want it, want me.”

“p-pretty please,” you moaned out.

just the sweet shrills of your voice—your eyes nearly roll back in pure ecstasy, craving to release.

toji’s so hard.

he strains in his pants just from your pleasure alone, seeing you all worked up and frustrated for being edged for so damn long. “let me be messy for you toji, all on your face…please. i-i need it so bad.”

“what a gooooood girl,” he sings, his unserious praises goes straight towards your pussy as he gives it a final smack—swiping his nose against your inner parts while his tongue did most of the remaining conversation. “go ahead, show me how fuckin’ nasty y’er pretty pussy is for my tongue, girl.”

you’re a staggering mess, your legs are precisely. his entire demeanor was lascivious—an idyllic word to describe this man, not even having the decency still to pull down your panties, just a stubby thumb of his sliding it to the side. once you came, it felt amazing.

your mind, it was blank like your ordinary empty canvas. his hair was tousled from how much yanking and pulling you did, making him somehow appear ten times more attractive than he already was.

“did i do good, pretty…?”

he speaks in a taunting tone, wriggling his eyebrows at you to see you couldn’t reply—still getting over your exquisite loud orgasm. only a nod sufficed from you, and that was good enough for him. “hm. good. now-”

you don’t expect what happens next by the slightest, he sits up- and he’s so handsy, assertive with the way he brings a hand towards your waist, another wrapping around your throat before he brings you into a deep passionate kiss.

sloppy, but passionate—you moaned as his tongue created full collision against yours, tasting your own stickiness that smeared all on his mouth towards down his well-shaved chin.

a hand of yours slides down toji’s chest, it makes its way inside his shirt—and you feel it, the hardened bulletproof vest he wore…bastard knew you were coming. it was as if he was prepared for this.

by this particular point, you really could care less about the huge amount of money carried on toji’s head. he made you forget everything, and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

perhaps he was right about one thing—maybe you were just an unprofessional slut. instead of taking care of your target, you’re in his bed, having him shove his tongue down your throat.

was it bad that you didn’t feel…bad?

sure, toji’s dangerous and well-feared among many, but man does his tongue do wonders. you could only imagine how he fucked.

“i don’t wanna look at ya yet,” he breaks away from the kiss after a while, positioning you to get on your knees for him, doggystyle. “face down ass up sweetheart. wanna take my sweet damn time with you.”

his words had so much rough meaning. you moaned, quickly complying and he brings a rough hand to your bare ass, spanking it and he chuckles at the sweet noise that runs out your mouth.

as well as a bunch of colorful words, brining sheer amusement to toji, “you’ve got a mouth on you, huh.” he clicks his tongue, having your pretty dark dress pulled up towards the very edges of your waist, you hear him start to shuffle his shorts.

“f-fuck, don’t tease me again.” you started, feeling his throbbing tip brush meanly against your slit—he grows quiet to where only you and him can hear the hissing squelches your pussy made, it’s achy for him and eager. the pulses were so loud, it rang in your ears again and again and again.

“you still get wet from it anyways, whore.” he rolls his eyes—oh, he was sassy, giving you another spank while you’re on the verge of breaking and he’s not even in yet. his degradation does something to you in ways you can’t explain, like yet again though, he was right. here you were, soaked for a man you only knew for about what, thirty minutes now?

shame…

toji grunts—taking a second to inhale, and you chew down on your lip with just enough pressure to suppress your never ending whines. he’s pushing himself inside, slowly…but you can tell how eager he is, the way he slowly pivots his hips, slowly gliding a rough hand of his down your waist to drag another moan from your mouth.

he’s so erect, obviously he would be from eating you out from so long—toji was the kind of man that got off from a woman’s pleasure, he just couldn’t help it. he was just so…fucking big, stretching you out with much needed intent. your pussy was so greedy on how it clings to him with such force.

“ah shit,” he groans, licking his lips, a breathy huff exits from him and he runs his fingers down your spine just to tease. “archin' for me already, yeah. looks like y’er body already knows what to do.”

“t-toji.” you sniffled, and he was halfway in. he’s gripping your waist now, making sure to take his time like he said before he’s gently bullying his thick cock inside, your leg twitches from feeling the ticklish feeling he gives you—the spurts of pre-cum that coated the tip of his reddened tip makes its way to kiss your clit the moment he’s fully inside. a sweet smooch.

a single thrust nearly takes your breath away, literally. bracing yourself was basically useless, this man was an entire powerhouse.

his dick had a mind of it’s own basically, because with the way it hit each single spot of yours to make you sob out his name uncontrollably and repeatedly was just insane.

“damn girl, y’er fuckin' noisy,” he chortles, a raspy guffaw if anything. his hands linger towards your hips for a specific duration before he’s just thrusting into you, slamming you against and on him. his low groans he made from each jagged thrust was unintentionally sexy.

he’d bite his lip as he’s watching you cutely struggle to take him. from first glance, you sort of figured toji was big, but this…big?

who were you to complain though?

“s-so big,” you spoke in broken murmurs, gnawing on the edge of your pointer finger, each thrust had your entire body feeling a wave of sensations. “you’re gonna m-make me cum again, toji-”

“this body ain’t trained right,” he clicks his tongue, fake pitying you. taunt after taunt with this guy—he never took anything serious, of course, unless he has to. “don’t worry, i’ll make ya last,” and he groans, hearing your pussy squeal against him, it was so sloppy, toji can’t help but spit on his hand, rubbing it against your clit just to hear you whimper out more, only to taste it for himself, grazing his tongue against his lips. “never tasted a pussy as sweet as yours, darlin.'”

his strokes, impure but slow, but rough. you’re sort of being treated like a rag doll in a way, toji brings a hand towards the back of your neck.

thick warm fingers wraps around, giving you a tight squeeze to hear you squeak out, moaning up an entire storm. his spanks he gives your ass rings throughout your ears like bells on a wedding day.

“s-swear, gonna cum toji. you’re gonna m-make me cum again.” you shuddered, feeling him suddenly deepen the angle. you moaned at feeling the back of soft wooly cloth hit against you—the fleece of of toji’s sock, his foot pressing against your head and he’s drilling his hips into you.

oh, you’re cross eyed…

mouth open like an idiot, you don’t think you’ve ever been fucked like this before.

“eh. don’t tell me y’er legs gave out already,” he sneers, that same guffaw exits out his throat and he finds this entire situation amusing. “keep 'em spread for me. need 'ta show this pussy some appreciation.”

and he’s just unbelievable.

stealing out numerous orgasms from you, over and over until you can hardly recognize your voice. dizzy, the word perfect to describe you, you were in a trance. all because of his dick that made your tongue grow more and more wet.

were you…drooling? maybe.

“f-finish inside, toji. unless you’re weak like they say.”

you managed to sputter out, he raises his eyebrow at your attempt to be a brat.

“stop being fuckin' cock hungry 'n maybe i will,” he grunts, still fucking you from behind with such deep mean strokes you’re nearly gasping for air. he’s just so mean—toji’s hips knew no bounds, it was vile, each grunt that slips from his lips was so raspy, his nails gently presses against your skin. “ya like bein' choked, do ya?”

all you could do was nod pathetically, your pussy begged for more throughout his hits, sloppy degrading hits against you before he brings a hand around your throat.

“…you’re a dumb little girl. ya know that? you know how dangerous i am right? got some guts showin' up here only to humiliate yourself on my dick, princess.”

toji smudges his dampened lips together, silencing his own groans once he came again.

so much—his loads were always so hefty and thick, filling you to the very brim. you’re laid flat on your chest, and his hands make its way towards your waist again. he leans in close to you to lick a stripe up your neck, causing himself to feel each spurt run down your cunt.

“fuckin' hell,” he hissed, slowing his pace down completely. you’re a mess….you don’t expect toji to shove two fingers into your mouth, because he does just that once he flips you over to face him.

you climb on top of him, moaning with your mouth stuffed with his lengthy digits, coating it entirely with your saliva. “suckin' my fingers like that shouldn’t be so hot.” he grumbles, the pads of his fingers reach near the back of your throat and you gag. he of course cracks a sinister smile, giving you an awkward headpat. “wonder how good ya can suck other things with that horrid gag reflex, baby.”

after a while, you remove his fingers before teasingly trailing your own down his black designed bulletproof vest, whining a sweet, “take it off…?”

“my vest?” he raises a brow, staring at you with hued green eyes, you were so handsy—feeling him up and he’s willingly letting you, you’re still so soaked from before, puffed cunt just leaking with his cum and desperately craving more. “you just wanna see me shirtless, ain’t that right?”

“…yeah,” you nodded, pretty lashes fluttering. “besides, it would just get in the way.”

how considerate, right?

maybe, maybe…not.

you watch toji start to pull his vest off—easily he brings a hand towards his side, yanking down the dark tabs that stuck out in the open of the fabric, mimicking both sides before it slides off his chest.

he was so toned and muscular, his muscles were so bulky and he was fit. toji didn't have tattoos, he couldn’t care for it really, but it made you a bit wet just fantasizing at the thought of seeing toji fushiguro coated in nothing but ink sleeves.

“huh….y’er creepin' me out, doll,” he mumbles, snapping you out of your lewd thoughts, you gasp once he lifts you up, and you’re just barely hovering over his tip. “ya gonna ride me or i do i gotta do all the work again?”

how could you forget about his damn ego.

toji knew how to fuck, sure. but if it was anything, he never knew how to shut up. he’s not annoying, but he gets quite close to it.

you give him silence as a answer, toji snickers as he feels you sinking down on him. you wrap your hands around him — cupping both sides, stroking his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. he pulls you even further towards his wide exposed chest, teasingly slicking his lips once you pressed yours against his.

“y’er so gonna get fired, baby... i'm no snitch though.”

his words were a murmur, a deep husked one that got you way more aroused than you thought.

“stop talking.” you whispered, deepening the kiss.

toji groans, tilting his head a certain degrees just for you, and your thumb strokes near the inner part of his mouth, where a faint dimple of his made an appearance from the slight smile forming against his lips.

he’s inside again, the inches felt scorchingly warm inside of you, hugging your walls oh so tight. after a few seconds to breathe, his breath is cold and shaky, dark eyes stare back into you before he grins. “hey, it’s in. wanna move, baby?”

“s-shut up.” you spat, cooled palms of yours resting on his bare chest. toji’s lips purse into a sly grin as he’s holding onto you tight, studying your dirty facial expression.

“make me…” he repeats—just how he did earlier, in the same exact tone.

although his voice appeared much lower. his cock was buried deep inside, a tight fit yet your pussy always managed to take him.

you were gonna make him.

you hadn’t realize how much time’s passed of you fooling around with toji, although it was practically pitch dark in his well kept apartment, a quick glance near his night-stand and the alarm clock read four thirty am.

toji gifts you with each huge load everytime, and you take it everytime. it was so messy- the way it would spill out, he’d groan while shoving two fingers inside to keep it stuck in because you weren’t gonna waste any of his precious cum.

but, after a while, you were worn out, at least that’s what you told him. he agreed to take a break with you, and as of current you just rested on his lap.

leaning on his chest, panting and panting as if you’d ran a marathon. who knew how many rounds you went with that man. his stamina was purely out of this world.

“…phew, y’er somethin', else,” he huffs out, giving you an exhausted stare too. hands both wrapped around your waist with no intention of letting go. “you should stay the night.”

“should i….?” you smiled, leaning up close to peck a kiss near the edges of his mouth—sneaking a smooch before reaching behind his back.

oh, he’s probably head over heels for you now…

toji nods, bringing a thumb up to your lip before bringing you in for another kiss….yet, that’s when a few milliseconds later, he feels a sharp abrupt sting.

it pierces right through his chest…

your head’s resting on his neck now, getting a good angle of your handling, a strong firm grip of the knife, a thumb brushing against the pretty bedazzled rivet part and toji’s smile fades once he realizes what’s happening.

“you…little bitch.” he hacks in straight surprise, his eyes widens before smelling a rich stench of something that was very much his own, an odd familiar irony scent before you pulled your hand out, and you’re facing toji now.

like your motto from the beginning, you’d hit him with the luring,

“it’s nothing personal, toji…”

the last thing toji’d expect was for you to stab him in the back, quite literally. his mind raced as well as his heart feeling like it was on fire.

he was starting to like you—as foolish as it sounds. so that’s why you tricked him into taking off his bulletproof vest.

needless to say, you got the bounty money. and well toji…didn’t.

so in the end, you won right? you finished your target like you always do…that’s gotta be good news, right?

wrong.

because as you’re sitting on the porcelain lid of your toilet—not only are you filthy stinking rich, you’re also two weeks pregnant.

@ sukuna

໒꒱ ₊˚ ‘ RIDE DA D!CK LIKE A CARNIVAL ! ’﹒⺡

geto, choso, gojo, toji, nanami.

જ warnings. fem! reader, riding, cowgirl / reverse, praise, degredation, shotgunning, (toji) overstim, impact play, size kink, unprotected, breeding, cőckwarming, toy usage, nípple play, mdni.

𖢺 CHOSO KAMO.

“princess, wait,” choso huffs out. he leans back, still gradually catching his breath whilst you straddled him. he swallowed thickly, dark irises staring right into yours. his gaze lingers down your body, and he lets off a soft pout at the feeling of being so buried deep into you. “i- i can go again, want you to ride me,” and then he pauses, running a hand through his hair. “oh. i mean—please. if you still have energy.”

“okay baby,” you hum, and your voice was so smooth. the way you called him your baby, it had him so weak. choso stared intently as you playfully give him a soft shove on his back. “just lie back ‘n let me ride you, yeah?”

choso’s heavily panting, he goes mute for a split second and it’s if as words was practically nonexistent for him. with a raring nod, he brings two big hands towards your hips.

“good boy,” you murmur, pressed right up against his ear. you were merely teasing. although, you felt his dick twitch eagerly inside you. choso’s fingers softly stroke against your waist, and he moans once you start to move your hips forward. he’s still so sensitive from before, just barely over the intense mess he made — and now, you were about to make an even bigger one.

“oh f-fuckkk,” he drags out. it was awfully cute, choso’s pitchy deep voice turning out to be far more whiney than he intended. you were gripping him tightly, hugging him with your walls before not even seconds go by and he throws his head back. “yeah, yeahhh. ride me like that, fuck me, fuck me good, princess. please.”

he leans back before groaning at the way your walls grip around him, hugging him so tightly. choso can’t keep his hands off of you, he runs the tips of his fingers against the edges of your waist before pouting. “harder, f-faster.”

you’d giggle, leaning in to kiss his nose. “are you rushing me, baby?”

“n-nooo,” he breathes, and he feels you gradually grinding your hips against him. you stare at choso’s face—beads of sweat race down the sides of his forehead, and he whimpers. “your hips, ‘s killing me. so good,” and he’s just rambling to you by this point. it was adorable, the way his jaw would clench or tighten. the angle you had against him made his mind spiral. his cock reached deep, hitting all the right spots to even elicit a sweet moan or two from you as well.

choso’s panting, you playfully run a finger down his bare chest and he grunts. you had an compelling rhythm, making him only want you more. he lets off a sweet whine once you lean right up to his ear, whispering a sweet, “don’t be shy, baby. you can hold my hips.”

“fuck y-your voice ‘s gonna make me cum,” he babbles, bringing his rough hands towards your waist once more. he was so cute, far sensitive from his recent release. choso was gentle with his touch but his fingers were no stranger towards your body, roaming all over your hips sensually.

the sounds your pussy made in retaliation, squelch after squelch — it rang in his ears. it drove him dizzy, his mind was in for a loop.

choso’s eyes sexily roll back, and a tiny smile presses against his lips. you watch as he removes one hand from your waist, reaching above him to hold onto the headboard. his biceps, they curled and flexed and it made you stare a bit too long.

“how’s it feel? is it good?” you’d hum, leaning in to sneak a kiss near the corner of his mouth. his lips twitch, and it's so cute.

“you always make me feel good, princess,” he huffs out, one arm wrapping around you. your rhythm . . it was purely hypnotizing, you knew just how to take him.

so much of his inches burying into you, you made sure not to bounce your hips but grind. adding just a bit of pressure—he loves when you start to get a bit sloppy. the way he’s leaning back, it was unintentionally attractive.

it doesn’t take long before choso was approaching another heavily anticipated orgasm. he felt it, and he squeezed your hips with a cute needy look in his eyes. “i-i’m gonna make a mess again,” and his breathing cutely picks up. choso pulls you closer towards him. you don’t expect for him to bring his mouth towards your chest, softly lapping his tongue against your perky nipples. “gonna, ‘m gonna cum.”

“m-make a mess for me, baby,” you moaned, making your hips slow down just a bit so he could stimulate your nipples with his tongue. “it’s okay.”

your words were so smooth, he got off to simply your tone. it was building up and up—his thigh continued to bounce. and for yet a second time, he whimpers out once he feels himself pouring inside of you. a thick stringy load, ropes and ropes of his cum filling inside of your sweet cunt.

“f-fuck,” he’d whine, and it was as if everytime choso sweared, it made him ten times cuter. you giggle, panting yourself before kissing near his nose. choso’s eyes—he could barely keep them open. “ride me,” he pauses between his words, and you watch as he leans back, bringing a hand towards between your legs to feel his mess he created inside you. “ride me again, and a-again, and again….please.”

𖢺 NANAMI KENTO.

with nanami, he prefers for you to ride him whenever — especially whenever he gets home from work. a long tiring day at work, he loves coming home to you in hopes that you’d ride all of his pent up stress away. and you certainly do, happily.

“i missed my wife,” he’d grumble, and he was so knackered. you could hear it in his voice, whenever nanami was a bit drowsy his tone would deepen a bit. he was so tender with his touch against your hips. softly tracing against your skin to make you nearly lose your mind. “and i really missed these hips.”

you sat still with nanami’s dick being stuffed deep inside of your pussy. just a single move and he’d be even deeper. the thought of that made you salivate. he knew he was big just as much as you did. always the perfect size for you, never otherwise.

“good girl. get niiiice ‘n comfortable for me, okay?” and his words went straight down between your legs, you let off a moan once you buried your face into his neck. his strong scented cologne he had on all day at work wafts against your nose.

“okay…okay,” you’d mutter, feeling his big hands make its way towards your ass. he was always so handsy, allowing his rough hands to meander and roam all over your rear. you shiver a bit, feeling the coldness of his watch band run across your skin. “s-so big, kento.”

“ah. don’t hide that pretty face from me my love,” he’d purr, making you sit upright to face him. once you start to move—he grips your waist with one hand, another cupping your face.

nanami brings you into a loving kiss the moment you start to jerk your hips forward. you moan into his mouth, skimming your tongue against his and he even grunts lowly. a smile pokes near the corner of his lips before you hear him chuckle.

he adored how weak he had you for him, your hips stutter the more he swiftly runs a finger against your waist. once he pulls away, strings of pretty spit departing — he huffs out a sweet, “are you gonna move or do i have to do all the work like usual, sweetheart?”

“s-sorry,” you’d pant, and he was merely teasing. nanami simpers at the cute pout spreading on your lips and you start to adapt to a sweet sweet rhythm. he was so thick, stretching out your walls with such ease. nanami groans, he was still in his work clothes. long black slacks of his were just lazily pulled down and he had a button up shirt. his worn out collar was covered with nothing but a few smeared marks of your lipstick. “f-fuckkk, kento.”

nanami’s breath gets caught in his throat, feeling how wisely you used your hips against him. the lights in the room were dim. a few sweetened candles lit, the perfect romantic scene.

nanami stared at you with such a look of love, a soft smirk purses on his lips before he pulls you closer towards him.

“always know how to make me feel good, my love,” he murmurs against your ear. his voice was a low rasp. nanami’s face started to get a bit flustered once you started to moan directly into his ear. “i know, i knowww,” and he was talking you through everything in that smooth rich voice. it got you ten times wetter than you already were. you didn’t even know if that was possible. “keep looking at me, sweetheart. i wanna get lost in my wife’s pretty eyes.”

your started to whine once his dick reaches a pivotal spot. so deep, you feel him expand anywhere and everywhere like it was nothing. as you stared into his pretty brown eyes, you quickened your pace by a few simple thrusts. nanami returns your gaze, and he’s so in love that he can’t help but smile as you’re completely losing yourself on him.

“kento, k-kento, ‘m gonna cum soon,” you’d start to babble after a while—you felt a bit woozy, leaning into his neck to softly suck against his skin. you nipped near the inner part of his collarbone, and he lets off a low groan. nanami leans back a little, just a little… and once he feels you grind in a back and forth motion he nearly loses it. so slow, the repetitive motion made his jaw tighten. you slip out a whimper once his cock prods against your g-spot, and your hands yank onto the fabric of his shirt.

“the pretty girl’s gonna cum on me, hm?” nanami teases, feeling you spread your legs against him a little bit. he brings a kiss towards your chin before bringing both hands towards your waist again. “look at that face, so cute ‘n needy,” and he can’t help but kiss you again. as you rocked back and forth, rotating your hips in long circles . . . he starts to pant himself. you start to nibble on his tongue and he chuckles, squeezing your waist before you whimpered.

once you came, it was so powerful. a bundle of nerves coursing all through your veins—you were speechless, breaking away from his lips before wrapping your arms around nanami. he found it cute at how you came a bit earlier than usual, but nonetheless he still made sure to praise you. “what a good girl,” he mutters in a husky voice before softly caressing your ass. “my good girl.”

𖢺 GOJO SATORU.

“pft. girl pleaseee,” gojo scoffs with a snort. he was so sassy, way too sassy for even his own good. he leaned back against the chair as you straddled his lap. “you wanna ride me while i wear my blindfold? easy, knock yourself out.”

“and you can’t touch me either,” you roll your eyes at him. he snickers with an attitude, not used to people matching his cocky energy.

a pout goes on his lips before he mutters, “whatever….fine,” and it’s so cute. he loved touching you whenever you rode him, so you can just imagine how he’d act right now. gojo sits up straight, and he watches as you drag his blindfold that was half on his face—moving it right down to shield his eyes. he can practically feel you glaring at him and he grumbles. “i won’t cheat or try anything, hmph.”

“good satoru.”

“the nerve,” he grouses cutely. “shut up.”

gojo grows quiet the moment you start to align yourself, he was definitely long. long and lengthy, staggering inches that was enough to stretch you out for hours. not even a second goes by and he whines once you make him pin his arms back.

perhaps he was a bit too cocky though, because he desperately wanted to grab onto your waist whilst you rode him. his tip was leaky, dripping profusely with his own pre-cum. his breathing was slow, becoming a bit irregular once you started to gradually sink down on his length.

“aw. for the strongest, he’s got such a cute little pout.” you tease, and he lets off a choked gasp once you start to move. you’d bet money gojo was glaring at you - but his eyes were hidden away, so you’d have no idea.

that made you smile, he lets off a husky groan the moment he feels you create up a slow yet steady pace. whether he wanted to admit it or not, gojo was no match for your hips. your hips, probably the only thing he’d fight against and lose. proudly though, he loved having you on top—despite being a brat about it or not. “heh, baby, if you’re gonna fuck me, go faster would ya? ‘m gonna fall asleep at this r-rate.”

and he literally eats his words the moment you push him back against the cushion. he found you doing things like this to be so hot. your pussy had him in a chokehold, no doubt. your torso was upright and your thighs briefly moved with your movements in sync. this angle, it had his head spinning. he wanted to touch you so bad, to see your face — but he couldn’t, and it made him pout even more.

“mhm. lot better.”

“do you ever shut up?” you snicker, leaning in to kiss near the corn ever of his mouth.

“so r-rude,” he’d moan, and he had to admit he was always quite talkative. especially during intimate times like this. each time you pressed a wet kisses against his mouth, his lips would twitch. he wanted more and more, becoming entirely greedy for more of your sweet touch. he was so shoved deep inside you, you felt him reach everywhere. his dick twitched inside you in more ways than you could count. “lucky i can’t see you right now. bet you got the most s-stupidest look on your face.”

“maybe i should have taped your mouth shut too.” you roll your eyes, swaying your hips in a circular addicting motion. it made gojo moan, his thighs aching for more as you continuously went against him.

“damn, that’s—kinda kinky,” he murmurs in a low tone, huffing out a single breath. “maybe you should have.”

despite gojo putting up a pompous front, trying to act like he’s not about to cum for the umpteenth time—you kiss near his neck to make him let off a moan. “you wanna touch me so bad.”you whisper, licking near his neck to hear his breathing hitch. you’re steady with your hips, and he swallows thickly before feeling himself start to approach that familiar finish. you’re so pressed up against him, your body heat forevermore clashes against his. the moment you jerk forward for about the dozenth time, gojo whines before he ends up shooting inside your cunt.

he’s panting heavily, heaving as he trickles ropes inside of you — you moan yourself as he stays still. your hips pause and he feels the tips of his ears grow a scorching hot. “i can feel ya smiling at me,” he grumbles, his abs flexing the more huffed breaths he took. you smile, kissing underneath his chin for a final time before removing his blindfold. his hair was all messy and ruffled, and gojo’s face grows flustered. “…don’t look at me like that. i’d still top you any day.”

“okay, princess. whatever you say..”

“….”

𖢺 SUGURU GETO.

“go ahead ‘n lie back,” he murmurs in a soft smooth voice. a voice that had you soaking from underneath. your panties were still on, just barely though.

with strings lazily pulled to the side, you were propped up against geto and he has his chin softly resting on your collarbone.

“good girl,” he whispers once your back meets direct contact with his chest. by this point, you were basically cockwarming him. he stood tall and still inside you—geto groans, nipping a kiss near the inner part of your neck before uttering, “you have that toy i bought for you, angel?”

“y-yes,” you immediately reply. your voice was so shaky and soft. just a few touches from geto and you were easily stumbling over your words.

he feels you reach beside him, near the nightstand to grab the pretty pink wand he bought you as a surprise. not even wanting to waste time, you turn the switch on and with a loud buzz — it vibrates a singing tune.

“suguru,” you’d whimper out, trying to move your hips but he holds you steady in place. “can i move please?”

“you may,” he says in a low undertone. he brings a hand over you and grabs onto your wrist. you let off a moan once he holds the toy with you, bringing it between your achey clit. “spread your legs a little bit more for me. good, perfect.”

you gasp, feeling him gently rub the head of the toy against your clit whilst you were starting to grind. geto groans, feeling your left hand dig into his thigh.

“s-suguruuu,” you’d sob out, your lips cutely pursing together. he was very much thick, your thighs quivered and quavered from the sensitive stimulation. “fuck, ‘s good. turn it up a little more p-pretty please.”

he smiles, hearing you use such graceful manners like a good girl — his good girl.

geto goes through with your wish, turning the level up a single notch and you moan. sucking in a sharp breath, this position was so lewd. riding geto in reverse, it was heavily g-spot friendly. you went slow, moving your hips in the same recurrent rotation. it makes him bite his lip, his eyes flickering down towards your ass.

“so good for me,” he whispers against your ear. yet that’s when geto pulls you closer into him, biting softly near your neck. the vibrations had you trembling all in his lap, every nerve throughout your body, you felt its presence introduce itself.

geto snickers, feeling you grab onto his hand, moving the toy up and down against the entrance of your clit. in such a sensual manner too—he starts to whisper such filthy things against your ear while you’re getting off. “hear how wet you are for me, baby? so sloppy. pussy’s just talkin’ back to me. no fuckin’ manners, ‘s kinda cute.”

his words, it was so dirty.

you could barely process anything. you panted, staring right in front where a mirror was stood tall. the lewd reflection of you, you’re laid back against geto’s bare chest, slowly rotating your hips. your legs start to shake more and more from the toy’s vibration. teeth clenching, eyelids lowering, it was purely euphoric..

geto’s knees were raised just a bit to better support himself, and he brings a hand around your waist. his touch, it never failed to make you weak. he filled your pussy up with so many thick inches of his cock, his girth nearly had you drooling.

“easy, girl,” he whispers once you start to fasten your pace a bit. you were getting so close, you could taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue. his words stirred up butterflies in your stomach, and you moan once geto moves the toy aside just to take matters into his own hands. he starts to rub against your slick entrance himself, feeling just how soaked you were, mindlessly throbbing.

if it was anything geto was good with, it was his fingers. he snickers against your ear, maneuvering sweet circles against your cunt before your thighs start to lock and tremble. by this point, you were slowing down and you whimpered, feeling a familiar feeling brew up.

milliseconds later, he coaxed an orgasm out of you like it was nothing. your body felt limp, and you cutely went back against him, pant after pant. “awww,” geto hums, and his dick remains still inside of you. geto removed his lengthy fingers, only to bring them towards your face. “open wide for me, baby. taste how much of a mess you made on me,” and without a second of hesitation, you part your lips, moving your tongue, and take his fingers right into your mouth. you moaned, making your hips start up again because you wanted more — it was salacious, tasting your sweetness all on his fingers, lapping it up. “such a messy baby. should make you clean my cock up next with that pretty tongue of yours.”

𖢺 TOJI FUSHIGURO.

with toji, he’d have you riding him whilst he’s watching some movie or tv show. it’s playing in the background, and he has to keep turning the volume up notch after notch to drown out your cute moans. “doll, y’er gonna make me miss the good part.”

you huff out a single hitched breath, wrapping your arms over him. it was your idea to ride him, he didn’t mind, not in the slightest. toji was smoking too — a perfectly rolled up blunt sticking out near the corner of his lips. toji brings a rough hand towards your head, giving you a stiff pat.

he was so big, regardless of how many countless times you took him. you could never get used to his size. his cock stretched your walls out so easily, it had you drooling for more.

his base thwacked against you the more you piston your hips, moving back and forth in a repetitive rhythm. toji’s attention was mainly focused on the movie, a raspy chortle leaving his lips from the cheesy written dialogue.

he spots you glaring at him and he smirks. “what? can’t you see i’m busy.”

“pay attention to me,” you whine, and toji only snickers at your cute needy tone. your pussy wrapped around him, a tight snug and an even more perfect fit. your rhythm was smooth, it was a perfect mixture of not too slow — yet not too fast either.

as you stared into toji’s dark eyes, his senses was severely heightened and he takes the blunt from his lips before raising a brow. “gimme a kiss.”

“eh. don’t gotta give you shit,” he mocks your tone, making a pout form in your lips. he was such an insufferable tease, his left hand spanks your ass sharply, earning out a sweet whimper from you. toji caresses it afterwards, only to spank it again. “say pretty please. go ‘head, talk to me nice, little girl.”

you cutely glare before looking down, clawing near his perfectly toned chest. “i— can i have a kiss, pretty please?”

“it’s may i, not can i.”

“toji!”

he slyly smiles, rolling his dark green eyes. “i’m just fuckin’ with you,” and he brings a hand towards your ass yet again. his touch was so smooth, tracing your curves gingerly all against your waist. “c’mere ’n open y’er mouth.” he was balls deep, buried to the hilt and he lightly groans from feeling your warmth swallow him.

you were so toasty inside, you inch closer towards his face before opening your mouth slightly. toji licks his lips briefly, his tongue dragging against his scar before he blows smoke right into your mouth. you whine again from his teasing and he smirks. “oh. the baby’s still not satisfied?”

“want a kiss,” you pout, your weight just hovering over him. he felt your rhythm slow down and he chuckles — seeing you grow frustrated with your eyebrows curling into an irritated furrow. toji grabs your chin, and he pulls you right into him. you moaned, feeling him smack your ass to start riding him again. “t-toji please.”

“such a needy baby. always wanting a kiss,” and he gives you that kiss you so desperately yearned for. you whimper in his mouth, tasting how sweet he was. he places his blunt back near his tray and you were handsy, wrapping both arms over him. he chuckles, feeling you start to rock against him, his swollen cock was so fat inside of you—you just imagined the thought of him dumping yet another sloppy load into you. toji grunts, feeling you start to suck on his tongue, he leans back against the sofa while you deepen the kiss even further.

he groans, a hand curling around your throat, softly running a finger down the middle part of your neck before he briefly pulls away. toji’s eyes were half-lidded and right before he was about to finish inside of you, he pushes you aside to stare at the movie. black end credits were rolling and he grumbles. “tch. made me miss the ending.”

“s-sorry.” you mumble, catching your breath. you clearly wanted more . . still, he was stuffing you full with thick inches of his cock. you let off a gasp once toji lightly jostled you off of him. you land with a ‘oof’ — face flat on the sofa before he brings your ass a spank.

“yeah right,” he grumbles, grabbing his blunt again to stick it right between his teeth. he sucks through the air of the joint before groaning at your teasing arch. “know one way you can make it up to me. jus’ bend over ‘n face straight just for me, girl.”

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