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iii. confession (wbk series)

synopsis. as words finally spill from trembling lips, the truth of the heart is laid bare. featuring. sakura haruka, suo hayato, kaji ren, umemiya hajime x f!reader content. fluff, sfw, corny confessions (read at your own risk lol), slight ooc sakura, some are in denial, misunderstanding & jealousy in ume’s notes. this one’s for you @kaiser1ns <33 sending hugs ‘n kisses !! word count. 4.8k+

series masterlist | ii. attraction | iv. first date

𓍢ִ໋ sakura haruka

sakura had never felt so off-kilter.

as the strongest first-year in bofurin, he faced every challenge with an unshakable confidence that had become his trademark. whether it was a physical confrontation or a verbal exchange, he never backed down, meeting every situation head-on with a fierce determination.

but now, an unfamiliar sensation had taken hold of him, leaving him unsettled and vulnerable in a way he had never experienced before.

it had all started after the festival. since that night, he hadn't been able to shake off a strange feeling in his stomach, and sleep had become elusive. the feeling gnawed at him, making him restless and irritable. it wasn't like him to be so distracted, and his unease hadn't gone unnoticed by his friends.

suo and nirei, ever observant, had immediately picked up on his change in demeanor and asked him what was wrong.

to his surprise, he found himself confessing that he felt "weird" and couldn't sleep. that was all suo and nirei needed to start their relentless teasing. they whispered and grinned, exchanging knowing looks that only added to sakura's frustration. even kiryu and tsugeura had gotten involved, thanks to suo's hushed explanations.

sakura’s eye twitched with irritation as he grew more and more agitated. no one would tell him straight up what was happening, and the constant ribbing was driving him up the wall.

as the day dragged on, sakura found himself cornered by suo, who approached him with that infuriatingly calm and knowing smile.

"sakura," suo began, leaning casually against a wall, "have you figured out what's been bothering you?"

sakura crossed his arms defensively, scowling at the ground. "there's nothing bothering me," he muttered, clearly not believing his own words.

suo raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "really? not even her?"

sakura’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "i don’t like her!" he blurted out, louder than he intended. the words felt heavy on his tongue, and he could feel his cheeks heating up.

suo's smile turned into a smirk. "so, you hate her then?"

that question stopped sakura in his tracks. hate? the word felt wrong, absurd even. but if it wasn’t hate, then what was it?

he stood there, grappling with his emotions, unable to find a fitting response to his own questions. he hated this feeling of uncertainty, this lack of control.

seeing sakura’s confusion, suo chuckled softly, a mischievous glint visible in his eye. "tell you what, why don’t we clear this up? i’ll call her, and we can sort this out."

after hearing that, sakura stiffened, a surge of panic coursing through him. "what? no! i mean, there's nothing to sort out," he insisted, but suo was already dialing your number.

later on, as the afternoon sun dipped lower, you arrived at the meeting spot, expecting to see suo and possibly the rest of the group. instead, you only found sakura, standing awkwardly under a streetlamp.

he looked out of place, more tense than usual, with an air of discomfort that seemed to surround him.

"hey," you greeted, a touch of confusion in your voice. "where's everyone else?"

sakura glanced around, avoiding your eyes. "it's just us," he muttered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "suo… that bastard. he set this up."

you raised an eyebrow, trying to piece together the situation. "oh, i see."

an awkward silence settled between you, the air heavy with unspoken words. sakura looked anywhere but at you, clearly struggling to find the right words. his usual confident demeanor was absent, replaced with a rare vulnerability.

finally, you decided to speak up, “uh, is there anything —“

"it's all your fault," sakura suddenly blurted out, cutting you off, his tone accusatory and sharp. his eyes were blazing with an emotion you couldn't quite place. "ever since that festival, i can't get you out of my head. you keep popping up in my thoughts even when i'm trying to sleep. it's like you're haunting me or something!"

you stared at him, taken aback by the intensity in his voice. "wha—,” you blinked. “what are you talking about?"

sakura continued, his frustration evident. "and it’s not just that! you’re always making me feel all... weird. my stomach feels funny, and i get all restless. it’s like—like you’re messing with my mind! i can’t focus on anything else because of you."

he began pacing, his movements agitated and erratic. "you show up in my dreams, and then i wake up, and it's even worse because i can't stop thinking about you. it's annoying and distracting, and i hate it! no, i don’t hate it, but it's just... frustrating!"

you listened, trying to follow his tangled words and emotions. as he continued to rant, it became clear that sakura was struggling with his own feelings, trying to push them away and blaming you for the turmoil inside him. he was practically pouring his heart out, seemingly unaware of the true nature of his words.

"wait," you interrupted, holding up a hand to stop his pacing when an invisible lightbulb popped up in your head. you asked slowly, "so, are you saying you like me?"

sakura froze, the words hanging heavily in the air between you.

like you? is that the word? is that the answer to the questions he had been wrestling with?

his eyes widened in realization as he processed your question. his face turned a deep shade of red, and he looked utterly flustered for the first time. "what? no—i mean, yes—i mean..." he stammered, clearly at a loss. his gaze darted around, desperate to find an escape from this sudden confrontation.

you couldn't help but smile at his flustered state. it was endearing to see the usually composed sakura so out of his element. "sakura, it's okay," you said gently, stepping closer to him. "you don't have to fight it. just be true to your feelings. it’s a part of you, remember that."

he swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as he tried to regain his composure. after a moment of tense silence, he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping in resignation. "fine," he muttered, barely audible as his faces starts to redden. "i like you, okay? happy now?"

a warm feeling spread through your chest at his confession. you looked at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes. "yeah, i am," you replied softly, your voice filled with sincerity. "i'm glad you told me."

he finally met your eyes, his expression a mix of confusion and defiance. "i don’t know what to do with these feelings," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "but... i don't want them to go away."

you reached out, gently taking his hand. his fingers were cold, but they warmed quickly in your grasp. "then let's figure it out together," you suggested, offering him a reassuring smile. "we don't have to have all the answers right now."

sakura looked down at your joined hands, the tension in his posture slowly easing despite his whole reddened face and ears. for the first time since the festival, he felt a sense of calm. it was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. he wasn't alone in this confusing whirlwind of emotions, and that made it a little less terrifying.

as you stood there, hand in hand, the awkwardness between you dissolved, replaced by a new understanding. sakura realized that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't such a bad feeling after all. the confusing mix of emotions that had been plaguing him for weeks suddenly made sense. he liked you—more than he had ever realized. and despite his initial resistance, he found comfort in that realization, in knowing that you were willing to explore this new territory with him.

with a quiet sigh of relief, sakura squeezed your hand gently, his gaze softening. "let's... figure this out," he murmured.

you nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation and warmth in your chest. "yeah, let's do that."

𓍢ִ໋ suo hayato

as you were walking home from school, your phone buzzed with a message from suo.

hey, our tutoring session is canceled today. i have some things to take care of in furin. sorry!

you sighed, a bit disappointed. you'd been looking forward to the session, as it was becoming one of your favorite parts of the day.

you texted back quickly.

no problem. i’ll see you tomorrow then!

then you continued your walk home, trying to shake off the feeling of letdown.

the day was beautiful, with the sun shining brightly and a light breeze making the trees sway gently. you took your time walking, enjoying the scenery.

as you walked, you got lost in thought, thinking about suo and his intriguing ways. his teasing and playful nature always left you smiling, and the way he made learning japanese so much fun had made you look forward to each meeting with growing excitement.

as you neared your apartment building, you noticed some unusual sign boards along your route. they had words written in your native language, phrases you were very familiar with. you were confused, even flabbergasted, that such phrases were posted on random signboards on a random afternoon.

you looked around to see if anyone else had noticed the signboards, but it seemed like no one cared.

why would they? they couldn't even understand the language written on it.

curious, you decided to read what was written.

one sign said, "you're so cute when you're concentrating," and underneath it, "i love how passionate you are about learning."

your brow furrowed in confusion, but you kept walking, feeling a strange sense of anticipation mixed with familiarity.

further along, another sign read, "your laughter makes my day better," and you started to get a funny feeling in your stomach. these couldn't be random, could they? only one person besides you knew and could speak your language.

but when did he get so good at it? the first time you met, suo told you he only knew the basics of your language and never once mentioned he was trying to learn more.

to be honest, the thought of suo learning more about your language made you blush.

just as you were about to dismiss the thought, you spotted another sign: "i look forward to our sessions more than you'll ever know."

by this point, you were almost certain these messages were meant for you, from suo. but you still weren't sure what to make of it.

as you neared your apartment building, a particular phrase caught your eye: "you’re attractive every time i teach you."

this was too much. you could feel your heart racing as you approached your front door.

once there, you noticed a piece of paper stuck on it, written once again in your language.

"would you rather be my girlfriend or have me as your boyfriend?"

your lips parted slightly, and before you could fully process what was happening, you heard a familiar voice behind you. "you can choose whichever," suo said, his tone playful and teasing. "i don’t mind."

you turned around, and there he was, in all his glory, his usual smile playing on his lips, and his eye seemed to glow with affection and adoration.

"suo, what is all this?" you asked, your voice a mix of confusion and excitement as you held up the piece of paper.

he shrugged, taking a step closer. "just a little scavenger hunt. did you enjoy it?"

“yes,” you nodded slowly, still trying to wrap your head around the situation. "but when did you...?"

"i've wanted to learn more ever since i met you," he replied, his smile widening. "i also thought it was time to make things clear. i've been dropping hints, you know. but i guess a grand gesture was needed, so i made use of the skill i've been learning for the past few weeks."

you looked at him. you couldn’t believe this. the first person to help you in this town, who had been patient with you and even gave you lessons despite not needing to, the one you adored and constantly teased, had finally made his move.

when suo noticed your silence, he furrowed his eyebrows slightly. “what’s wrong? did you not like it?”

“no, no, i just,” you took a deep breath and, after a while, feeling a bit mischievous, you asked, “how do you say 'i like you' in japanese again?”

suo chuckled softly, immediately knowing what you were getting at and decided to humor you. “you forgot it already? it’s ‘i like you’.”

“i like you too,” you cheekily replied in fluent japanese, and you both laughed.

suo stared at you with a warm, soft eye. "you’re getting cheekier every day.”

“taught only by the best.” you smiled, feeling your heart swell with happiness.

suo's eyes sparkled with mischief as he grabbed one of your hands to pull you closer. "will you have me then?"

you tenderly cupped his cheek, your thumb gently tracing his defined cheekbone. with a soft voice, you replied, “yes.”

suo's smile widened, and he leaned in, his forehead resting gently against yours. "you're incredible, you know that? i can't wait to see where this goes."

you laughed softly, warmth spreading through your chest. "neither can i."

suo stepped back slightly, still holding your hand. "come on, let's go inside. we have so much to talk about. especially our date tomorrow."

as you walked inside together, the feeling of suo's hand in yours sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. you felt like you were stepping into a new chapter of your life—one filled with excitement, curiosity, and a deepening connection with suo. his grand gesture had indeed made everything clear, and you were more than ready to see where this beautiful journey would lead.

suo gently squeezed your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "you know," he said, his voice tender, "i think this is just the beginning of something really special."

you smiled, your heart racing with happiness. "i think so too, suo."

as the door closed behind you, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a moment that felt perfect and right. the future felt bright, and with suo by your side, you knew it would be filled with endless possibilities and cherished memories.

𓍢ִ໋ kaji ren

kaji had invited you to furin's rooftop to share some new music he’d discovered, claiming it matched both your tastes. excited by the opportunity to see him once again while also discussing new music, you eagerly accepted his invitation.

upon arriving at the school entrance, you immediately spotted his platinum blond hair by the gates. he wore his school uniform, headphones around his neck, and a sucker in his mouth. you noticed that his eyes were fixed on his phone as he tapped furiously on the screen.

as you approached, he suddenly looked up in your direction, as if he immediately sensed your presence. when your eyes met, he quickly put away his phone and removed his headphones.

before you could greet him with a smile on your face, he mumbled, “let’s go to the rooftop.” before turning away from you.

his abruptness caught you off guard, but you shrugged it off, thinking he was just having a rough day again. you followed after him as he started walking. as you trailed behind, you noticed his ears were slightly red. but little did you know, kaji’s mind was preoccupied with how attractive you looked, especially today. he is so happy that he got to see you today. unaware of his plans, he had actually arranged for the rooftop to be empty, ensuring no one would interrupt your time together.

the walk to the rooftop was silent but comfortable. kaji’s school was pretty dark inside, with wide hallways and various tables, chairs, and graffiti paint all over the walls. he led you through a series of staircases and finally up to a door that opened to the rooftop.

when you stepped out onto the rooftop, the bright light momentarily blinded you. once your eyes adjusted, you quickly took in your surroundings. the area was filled with benches, chairs, and an unexpected garden. various plants and vegetables were everywhere, creating a serene, almost peaceful-like atmosphere.

“those are umemiya-san’s plants,” kaji mentioned, noticing your curiosity.

“the leader you mentioned before?” you asked.

“yup,” he confirmed, his tone a bit more relaxed.

you nodded and sat on a bench near the metallic fence. “so,” you started, glancing at kaji, who stood a few inches away, his eyes intently on you. “what are we doing here, kaji?”

“i wanted to listen to some music,” he replied, walking toward you. “i thought it would be better to listen to it here with you.”

“let’s listen then,” you smiled up at him. he looked away before nodding slowly. you patted the seat beside you. “come sit here.”

kaji complied, sitting down beside you. you watch as he pulls out earphones from his hoodie’s pocket and hands you one side. before you could take it, he gently placed it in your left ear. your eyes widened at the unexpected gesture. blinking as you then watched as he fixed the other earphone in his ear and pressed play on his phone.

the music began, and it made you close your eyes, immersing yourself in the song, feeling and understanding each lyric.

as you hummed and swayed to the melody, kaji’s eyes remained fixed on you, his body slightly turned toward you.

he couldn’t help but admire how you looked right now— your hair swaying in the wind, the beautiful song playing in both your ears, your serene face focused on the music.

nothing else mattered to kaji at that moment other than you.

as the song ended and another began to play, you continued what you were doing. kaji closed his eyes, enjoying the music alongside you.

two hearts sat side by side, beating in harmony with the melody.

when the playlist ended, the both of you sat still in silence. no words were spoken. kaji hesitated for a moment and after gathering a lot of courage, he finally spoke up, “i made this playlist just for you.”

your eyes snapped open at his words, and you met his sincere gaze. his face was slightly flushed, but his eyes held a determined sparkle. the confession took you by surprise, and your heart skipped a beat inside your chest.

“kaji…” you began, feeling a warmth spread through you. “thank you. i love it.”

he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, a small, relieved smile forming on his lips. “i’m glad you do.”

he looked down, fumbling with his hands before continuing. “you know, when i listen to these songs, i think of you. each one reminds me of a moment we've shared, a smile you've given me, or just... you. i wanted you to hear them because i wanted you to know what you mean to me, even if i can't always find the, um, right words to say.”

your heart swelled at his words, understanding the depth of his feelings without him needing to spell them out explicitly.

“kaji, that’s... beautiful,” you whispered, touched by his heartfelt confession.

“so,” he took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. “what do you say? do you want to create more moments like these with me? maybe... on a date?”

your heart is now loudly beating and you feel yourself getting all shy as kaji waits for your answer. but before you could even respond, two figures appeared behind kaji, slinging their arms over his shoulders. it was umemiya and hiragi, both grinning widely.

“well, well, well, what do we have here?” umemiya teased, his voice full of amusement. “kaji, confessing to someone? this is new.”

hiragi chuckled, ruffling kaji’s hair. “didn’t know you had it in you, kaji.”

kaji froze, his face turning beet red. he stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence. the embarrassment was too much for him, and before you could say anything, he stood up and bolted. leaving you, umemiya, and hiragi on the rooftop.

the two older boys laughed, watching kaji’s retreating figure. “guess he’s still not used to showing his softer side,” umemiya said, shaking his head with a smile.

“good thing he didn’t punch you on the face just like last time.” hiragi chuckled.

you couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a mixture of endearment and amusement at kaji’s reaction. turning to umemiya and hiragi, you said, “you guys have the worst timing, you know that?”

umemiya chuckled, “yeah, we get that a lot. but seriously, don’t hold it against him. he’s a great guy, even if he’s a bit of a dork sometimes.”

hiragi nodded, a teasing grin on his face. “he just got caught off guard. give him a chance to make it up to you.”

you smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest. “i will. thank you very much.”

as you all stood there, the sun setting in the background, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation and warmth. the future with kaji seemed bright, full of new moments and memories waiting to be made.

𓍢ִ໋ umemiya hajime

umemiya sat slumped on a high chair in front of the counter, his forehead resting on his arms, hiding his face in the small gap between them. he had been sulking for the past 30 minutes since he entered the café, and luckily for him, the place was empty except for kotoha, making it easier to vent his frustrations.

kotoha had reluctantly listened to his muttering and whining—something he’d been doing for the last 25 minutes—but her attention sharpened when he mentioned you were on a date. a date with someone else. and not with him.

she rolled her eyes as umemiya sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. he was really starting to get on her nerves, and she was half-tempted to dump the eggs on his head just to snap him out of it. she’d been urging him to chase after you and confess his feelings before it was too late, but instead, here he was, sulking.

“kotoha,” umemiya’s voice was small. “what should i do?”

kotoha paused mid-vegetable chop, turning to look at him with a deadpan expression.

“what if that guy is confessing right now?” umemiya mumbled, shrinking even further despite his broad frame. “what if y/n accepts his love, and he offers his hand, and, and—”

suddenly, umemiya bolted upright, startling kotoha. his eyes were wide with fear. “w-what if they’re already kissing?”

“you’re spouting nonsense,” kotoha said, shaking her head as she poured oil into the pan, spreading it evenly. she had known umemiya for years, ever since they grew up together in the same orphanage, and this was the first time she realized just how stupidly in love he was.

she sighed deeply, her patience wearing thin. “ume, you’re making this harder on yourself. why are you just sitting here, imagining the worst? you know y/n better than anyone. do you really think she’d fall for someone else that quickly?”

umemiya, still hunched over, didn’t reply right away. his mind raced with worst-case scenarios, each one more painful than the last. he had never been good at dealing with his feelings, especially when it came to you. all his confidence crumbled in the face of his own emotions.

“but what if she does?” he finally whispered, fear evident in his voice. “what if i’m too late, kotoha? i… i can’t lose her.”

kotoha set down the spatula and turned to him, her expression softening. she had never seen umemiya like this—so vulnerable and uncertain. it was strange, but it made her even more determined to push him in the right direction.

“then stop wasting time and go find out,” she said firmly. “if you don’t go now, you’ll regret it forever. even if she’s with someone else, at least you’ll know. but if you don’t do anything… you’ll never forgive yourself, and neither will i.”

umemiya looked up at his sister, her words cutting through the fog of doubt clouding his mind. kotoha wasn’t one to sugarcoat things, and deep down, he knew she was right. he had to stop running from his feelings and face them, no matter how scared he was of the outcome.

taking a deep breath, umemiya slowly stood up, his resolve solidifying. “you’re right,” he muttered, more to himself than to kotoha. “i have to go.”

kotoha smiled faintly, relieved to see him finally taking action. “good. now go, before i really do dump these eggs on your head.”

with a determined nod, umemiya turned and headed for the door, his heart pounding in his chest. he had no idea what he was going to say, but he knew one thing for sure—he couldn’t let you slip away without trying.

he had to do this—he had to tell you how he felt, before it was too late.

when he finally reached the park, he spotted you sitting on a bench, laughing with someone. the two of you looked so comfortable together, and for a moment, umemiya almost turned back. but he forced himself to stay.

he had come this far, and he wasn’t going to back down now.

taking a deep breath, he approached the bench, trying to keep his voice steady as he called out your name. “y/n!”

you looked up, surprised to see him, but your smile was as bright as ever. “ume! what are you doing here?”

the guy next to you glanced at umemiya with mild curiosity, but didn’t say anything. umemiya felt his stomach twist as he tried to keep his composure. he had rehearsed what he was going to say a hundred times, but now that the moment was here, the words felt tangled and heavy in his throat.

“i… i need to talk to you,” umemiya said, his voice wavering slightly. he glanced at the guy beside you, then back at you. “alone, if that’s okay.”

your expression shifted to one of concern, and you nodded, standing up. “of course. let’s go for a walk.”

as you led umemiya away from the bench, the other guy watched the two of you go with a smirk, clearly amused but unaware of the gravity of the situation. once you were out of earshot, you turned to umemiya, sensing something was seriously bothering him.

“what’s wrong, ume? you look really upset.”

umemiya stopped walking and faced you, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before speaking. “y/n… i can’t keep this to myself anymore. i— i’ve been so scared of losing you, and today, when i thought that guy might—might—”

he struggled to find the right words, his chest tight with emotion. finally, he just blurted it out. “i’m in love with you, y/n. i have been for a long time, and i’ve been too much of a coward to tell you. but i can’t just stand by and watch you with someone else. i had to tell you how i feel, even if it means losing you as a friend.”

the silence that followed felt like it lasted an eternity. umemiya braced himself for rejection, for the worst possible outcome. but instead, you stared at him with wide eyes, and then… you started to laugh.

umemiya’s heart sank even further, thinking he had just made a fool of himself. but then you shook your head, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. “oh, ume, you big dummy.”

he blinked, completely thrown off by your reaction. “huh?”

you took a step closer, your smile softening as you placed a hand on his arm. “that guy you were so worried about? he’s my cousin. he’s just visiting town for a few days. we were catching up, that’s all.”

umemiya stared at you, his mind struggling to process what you’d just said. “c-cousin…?”

“yeah,” you said, your tone gentle. “and honestly, if you had just come over earlier, you would’ve known that. i didn’t even realize you were thinking something like that.”

his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and relief. “so… you’re not… interested in him?”

“not even a little,” you replied with a chuckle. then your expression grew more serious as you looked into his eyes. “but i am interested in you, ume. i’ve been waiting for you to say something for so long, but i didn’t want to push you.”

umemiya’s breath caught in his throat. “y-you… you feel the same way?”

you nodded, your smile widening. “yeah, i do. and i’m really glad you finally told me.”

relief washed over him like a tidal wave, and before he knew it, he was pulling you into a tight embrace. he buried his face in your shoulder, letting out a shaky laugh. “i can’t believe i was such an idiot…”

you hugged him back, your voice full of warmth as you whispered, “you’re not an idiot, ume. you just needed a little push.”

as the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, umemiya realized that kotoha was right—if he hadn’t taken that leap of faith, he would have missed out on something incredible. and now, he wasn’t going to let you slip away. not ever.

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I can tell !! <33

this is a dumb toji x nanami smut fic cause i made a joke and now im just running with it!!

tw: nsfw and alcohol 😱😱

its another day in the Shoko Ieiri household, she had a few people over. Those people being Nanami Kento, Megumi Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, and Toji Fushiguro. two of them gouging themselves on shokos supply of beer why she drank wine.

Nanami and Toji were the two drunks, Tojis arm slung over Nanamis “hey new buddy!! pass me a beer” his voice slurred and deep as ever. Nanamis eyes look at Toji then at the case of beer. The blonde smirks and grabs a beer tossing it at Toji, “yeah here buddy.” Its clear to anyone in the room Nanami saw Toji as anything but a drunk.

The two continued to drink finishing the case and pouting about it. “Dudeee no fucking way theres no more” Toji grumbled to Nanami. The blonde hums “i can drive us to the store- trust im a GREAT driver when drunk” a drunken grin plastered on his face.

The two stumbled out shokos house, the woman walking out with a raised brow “i can drive you two, you do know that right?” She was obviously less drunk than Toji AND Nanami combined. Toji groans “dont be a buzzkillll me and kenny will go” a grin on his scared lips “no im serious ill drive you” she says one more time before the two drunk men duck into the car. “GO GO GO!!” Toji shouts and as he does nanami STEPS on it. The two stay mostly quiet with a but if small talk from Toji about the music he was playing.

Toji never realized but Nanami was pretty damn attractive, the street lights shining onto him as he drove. One hand tightly on the wheel the other propping his head up. The car swerved here and there but other than that nothing major. The two get to the store, parking HORRIBLY as they do so. “Hey dude youre a great parker” Tojis voice full of playfulness. The other male laughs “yeah id expect to be so, ive been doing this for yearsss” arrogance laced his usual monotone self. Nanamis eyes wander Tojis body. He was kinda hot..?

“So are we paying or not?” Toji was use to not paying for half his drinks- either some pretty girl with prettier money bought it for him or he just walked into a store and ran out. Thats just the type of dude hes become. Nanami thinks for a second and pats his hip “oh shit- i didnt even bring my wallet.. ehh its fine we can just steal. Ill distract and you get the beer” never in a million yeard would The Nanami Kento expect himself to be stealing beers with a ‘homeless guy’ (he called Toji this earlier in a groupchat)

Nanami walked to the register two apples in his hands “lovely night no? How you doin” a kind smile on his face. The cashier looked tired and already annoyed “yeah..great night- HEY!!” The cashier shouts when toji runs out with a 24 pack of beer and two apple (silly little add on) the two men run out grins on both their faces. Nanami gets into the drivers seat and bolts out. “Hey want one?” Toji says holding up a beer after grabbing his own, his green eyes wander over nanami, his strong arms, his beautifully chiseled face, his tired eyes. Everything about Nanami made Tojis heart race.

Nanami looks over taking a bite from his apple then tossing it into the backseat “yeah sure, open it for me” Toji nods and cracks it open handing it to Nanami while he drank his own. As the blonde swerved the streets he couldnt help but even ask where they were going, before he could get a word out Toji spoke up “lets go to my apartment, we can drink there and not bother shoko.. she might be a little mad i stole 1000 yen from her wallet” the green eyed man sighs, a laugh erupted from nanami, his chest bouncing with the laugh. “Sure man, where is it?” Nanami turned to Toji, finishing his beer and tossing it into the back with the apple.

Toji pulls out his phone that was definitely NOT stolen. He types in his address and shows Nanami, the blonde hums “easy, lets go” he speeds up, petal to the fucking metal man. All Toji could do was laugh. Nanami never really drank with other people, this was new to him. Drinking with anyone but work buddies. In all honesty he was having fun. Nanami reaches over grabbing another beer and driving the two of them to Tojis little one bedroom apartment.

Once at the apartment the two crash onto the couch, drinking another five beers. “Dude these feel so easy to drink now adays, like usually theres a weird taste to em” Toji said his arm slung over the couch and his head tilted up, Nanami hums nodding along with what the black haired man said “yeah i think thats just the alcoholism though” Tojis laughs at that. He sits up and looks at Nanami, his eyes falling onto his lips. “Wanna make out?”

What a way to go straight to the point huh? Toji was surprised by it himself, laughing it off “nah im joking thats gay.” His eyes dart away. Nanami laugh along with him “fuck it? Why not” he shrugs a smirk on his face. Toji looks back a bit surprised “seriously?” Nanami nods at the question and gets in closer to the other man, his hand grabbing Tojis chin. He leans forward and crashes his lips onto Nanamis. Tojis hand pulling him closer by the back of the head.

Nanamis hands grab onto Tojis neck kissing him deeply, Tojis tounge darts out from his scarred lip gently tracing over the blondes bottom lip. Once the other mans lips part and pushes his tongue into Nanamis mouth, his hands gripping at the suit wearing mans hips. Holding him tightly. Toji was in heaven, and he needed Nanami to know. “Fuck kento, you taste like heaven” his voice full of lust and need. Desire ran through both their bodies as their tongues intertwined.

Nanami groaned at his words, his cock stiffening in his trousers. Toji was just as hard just less noticeable from his sweats. The black haired man pushed the other down onto the couch his rough hands unbuttoned Nanamis shirt. Once it was off his hands wander all over the males body. Tojis lips trail down, biting Nanamis neck roughly, his jaw, his shoulders, his neck, all of it Toji wanted to claim it as his. He bit harder onto Nanamis neck, the blondes lips parting with a gasp escaping his drunken lips.

“Hey, kenny, you alright with me marking you up?” It mightve been too late to ask but Toji still had some decency. Nanami nods “hell yeah, i dont mind” and with that last bit of words Toji began to bit and suck at nanamis chest.

His lips wrap around the blondes chest, right above his nipple. Tojis teeth sink into his porcelain skin sucking at it and leaving a red mark, his tongue smoothing over the redden surface. “Na-haaa.. mmm” Nanami moaned, gently gripping at Tojis hair. His hips grind his Tojis thigh, he needed some sort of friction, anything, everything, all of it. Thats what Nanami wanted.

Toji grins when he feels Nanami grind into him, so he does something he think would help the other male. He cups Nanamis bulge into his hand, palming at Nanamis cock through his pants. “Oh fuck- oohh” Nanamis hand grabs onto the other males wrist, his hips moving to grind into his palm. The way Toji pressed onto his bulge made his even harder. Honestly he didnt mind making a mess of his pants if it was Toji who made him to it.

Tojis eyes were on Nanamis beautifully contorted face. He lives how his brown eyes shut tightly, how pretty Nanami looked when he moaned. “Aye, ken, can i take these off you?” Tojis voice slurring as he tugged onto Nanamis pants. The blonde nods “yeah.. take em off” he was already so out of breath from something as small as being palmed, maybe it was the alcohol.

The two ripped their clothes off Tojis lips crashing back onto Nanamis once they were completely naked. Tojis hand gripped and squeezed at Nanamis ass. (gay as hell but tojis an ass guy.) Kento moaned into the kiss, his cock twitching and bumping Tojis in the process. This didnt go unnoticed from the other male, his hand reached down grabbing both their cock into one hand.

“Shit your- youre leaking so much pre..” Toji was honestly in awe about how much precum was trickling from Nanamis soft pink tip. “Oh shut u-up.. thats not alot..” he responded to toji, his cock twitching like crazy. They were both around the same size, Tojis having a bit more girth to it while Nanamis has length. “Nah kenny thats a lot” Tojis said, teasing nanami for being more excited than he was. His rough thumb pressing onto Nanamis tip, swiping up the precum and licking it. “fuck…” Nanami flushed more at Tojis actions. He bit down onto his Tojis shoulder once the males hand started stroking both their cocks with one hand.

Nanamis bites down harder causing Toji to squeeze their cocks and moan out a curse. “Fuck, fuck ken nit so ha-hard” his voice rougher than normal. His hand continued to lump their cocks. “Ken, look at me” Toji mumbled, it was hard to talk when youre trying not to moan or whine, but Nanami listens letting go of his shoulder and looking at Toji.

Tojis hand lets ho of their cocks and reaches up, his thumb caressing Nanamis bottom lip before pushing past his lips and teeth pressing onto his tongue. All that mattered in this moment was them, and their drunken passion for eachother. Toji kisses Nanami again sucking and biting at the blondes lip. Toji pulls away after what felt like hours, both their lips swollen. “Go to my room. Its the first one on the left” Toji reluctantly pulls away and lets Nanami stumble his naked ass up the stairs and onto his bed, Toji gets up from the couch and grabs a box from his bathroom closet.

Toji never really had people over and the few times he did have someone over that he planned to fuck into next year, they always wanted him raw. But he still had a pack of condoms just in case. He made his way to his room and saw Nanami on his bed, face deep into Tojis pillow sniffing his scent, every few seconds his hips would move. That damn freak. “Aye im back” Tojis said with a grin, Nanami shot up and composed himself “wait i have to get it in the ass??” Nanamis words slurred together, it honestly barely made sense. “Uhh duh, my condoms”

What felt like forever of them arguing whos getting it in the ass finally cane to an end once Nanami shouted a finale “Fine!” with a huff. Toji had the condom snug around his fat cock. “Look at you, ass up and ready to be fucked.” Under any other circumstances Nanami wouldve drop kicked the person and stomped their lights out, but this? This was TOJI. And Toji was too sexy to resist.

Slowly the black hair man pressed his cock to Nanamis ass, gently pushing inside of him. The blonde gasps and grips the sheets. “Fu-fuck youre tight.. so fucking tight” Toji groaned, he waited a few more seconds before pulling back then slamming back in. Moan after sweet delicious fucking moan left Nanamis lips. All Toji could think about was how good Nanami felt around his cock. Hes never had sex with a guy but fuck was he happy he was doing it with Nanami, who seemed to be an ass virgin.

Tojis hips didnt slow, not for a single second. He pounded Nanamis ass in a fast and rough pace, he didnt wanna stop. Nanami hated how his eyes were watering from this but he loved how it felt, how his body was in a frenzy, how he couldnt stop moaning. His precum dripping onto the bed with every thrust Toji sent his way. Tojis head was spinning, his hand gently smacking Nanamis ass. In Toji’s opinionhe had a pretty nice ass, it jiggles with every slap, it was smooth, it was cute. He loved it and never wanted to leave it.

They didnt stop for a good hour or so going a few rounds switching out condoms, but when they did boy-o-boy were they exhausted. On the last round Nanami insisted no condom, swearing he was ready to take it raw. His hole was pretty lubed up but Toji still prepped him with his fingers. Once he deemed him ready Toji hovered over Nanami pressing a deep kiss to his lips while pushing his cock inside of him. His hips moved frantically, all rhythm thrown out the window like a steaming hot honey bun at a homeless man. Toji was started to get more vocal, moaning into the blondes lips, small things like “tight..so fucking tight” and “fuck yes, fuck yes” Toji was in heaven with Nanami and he never wanted to leave. With one fínale thrust Toji came inside Nanami.

The two stayed like that for a second before Toji pulled out and grabbed a wipe from his nightstand. He gently cleaned his cock then grabbed another wipe to clean Nanamis. He tossed those into the trash can and getting one last wipe to clean up any cum on Nanamis ass or thighs. Once tossed he laid down and looked at Nanami “maybe next time you can dom” Toji said with a drunk sleepy grin.

Nanami chuckled and nodded “yeah..” his brown eyes fluttered shut leaving Toji to gaze at him. He felt so much in that moment. But before he went to sleep he leaned in and kisses Nanamis lips, pulling away a second later and getting comfortable on his bed.

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Girl, You Earned It!

Synopsis. Just the típ? Don’t make him laugh.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, “just the típ” trope, REALLY pússydrunk boys, marathon séx, cúmplay, semi-exhíbitionism (Nanami’s), bréeding, Geto’s rings omg, Geto’s a bit mean, creampíe, spítting, FÉRAL Gojo, best friend! Choso, fírst times (Choso’s), chokíng, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.4k

A/N. Smooches to that one anon for inspiring this. Hope y’all have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Handle it.

It was a familiar little song and dance - Toji’s favorite one at that.

It’s around his fourth orgasm that night, head thrown back against the pillows to watch with a lewd little leer at the way you’re stuttering your limp hips down, down, down his long, swollen cock. Those glossy lips of yours sagging open to whine, “Too full, Toji! C-can’t ngh- handle it-”

Ah, it never gets old.

Toji finds his brows knitting together in mock concern, cooing in a baritone voice, “Awww, my girl’s poor pussy can’t handle it?”

At your bleary nod, he snakes a hand down as if to confirm, thumbing apart your puffy folds. All quivering and glistening with his seed in the dim lighting, “She’s too full? Too stuffed to take hah- even my tip?”

Without any warning, you feel long, thick fingers splay out across your lower stomach. Pushing down - hard to make your poor cunt gush all around him. Coating his aching cock with a sheen of the cum he’d stuffed inside not so long ago. “There we go.” he breathes, sounding so utterly smug, ‘We have space now, right?“

“Oh, fuck yes- Toji– fuck fuck fuck-”

“Shhh shhh, s’alright. And since m’feeling so nice, I promise s’gonna be jus- hah- jus’ the tip.” he grins, eyes so greedy and crazed when he looks down at the way you’re sucking him up so greedily. Your pussy lips bulging around the top of his thick head. “M’kay?”

And Toji’s cock was already so big - so rock-hard - that no matter how much he’d split you apart on his cock before, just his fat head squeezing past your sloppy entrance feels like he’s pushing all the way into your lungs. Your hazy brain.

Fucking out every coherent thought out of you with each shallow grind up into your gummy walls just to fit inside. Slow, languid - just teasing you.

“Hah- couldn’t ‘handle me’ my ass.” he’s spitting out from underneath you, mean fingers holding your precarious body still for him to pummel into. “The fuck are you hngh- doing now then, huh? Taking me so well.”

An embarrassed mewl is being ripped from your throat when that little divot on the end of Toji’s cock is brushing against your sweet spots. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you realize that he’s just barely managed to squeeze his tip into your tight pussy, “I-I ngh-”

To which his palm comes down with a sharp smack! on the fat of your ass.

“Jus’ the tip n’ you already can’t hah- speak?” he grins up at you, painful cock twitching with delight when you clench around him at the sting. Loving this slow, agonizing torture for the both of you. “Use your words properly, doll.”

You huff, nails digging into Toji’s plush pecs to stabilize yourself on top of him. “Thought I was too- hah- full. Thought I couldn’t handle havin’ you inside me again.”

“Heh- well what did I t-tell, ya?” he grunts, hips still thrusting - still pushing in mindless, semi-thrusts up. Wondering if you could feel his cum sloshing around inside you like he could. “As if I don’t know my girl’s pussy- As if I can’t handle this p-pussy. As if this pussy can’t handle me-”

One hand dances back down to push further against your front. Dredging up every last glob of his seed down your sloppy cunt, forming a creamy ring at his base that he groans at. “Y’can handle it now, right?” The other glides the pads of his fingers across your needy clit, making you arch your body down in surprise. His cock slipping deeper down your pussy, “Fuuuuck yeah, you can definitely handle it now.”

“Toji.” you let out a warning. Your already-ravaged cunt so sensitive. Fingers tightening to leave neat little marks of red down his sculpted skin, “Thought you p-promised it was jus’ gonna be the ah- tip.”

Because his movements were getting deeper. Dangerous.

Still shallow - but purposeful enough that you were sliding way past “just his tip”. And you could feel that sinfully prominent vein from about halfway down his shaft massaging against your sweet spots.

Yet Toji only flashes you a devilish grin, no trace of guilt anywhere. Eyes half-lidded and devouring your adorable pout. “I did.” Giving you just barely enough time to relax before the hand firm on your stomach rests at your waist. Pulling - dragging you all the way down his massive cock. Tugged down like such a slut until he was buried balls-deep, your puffy folds kissing his hilt, your pelvis grinding against those tufts of black at his. “For now, that is.”

Ah, this is his favorite part.

He doesn’t waste even a second before making use of those muscled hips, giving you one, long thrust to haul your slobbering cunt all the way from the very end of his fat head down until he physically couldn’t anymore.

Bruising. Fully. Fucking every false complaint out of you when his cock is finally hitting the back of your needy pussy.

“Think s’time for you to handle all of me now, doll.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - “Are you muted?”

Nanami Kento hated working overtime. And he especially hated having to sit at home on his desk, sighing during those droning online meetings which really could’ve been a five-minute conversation at work on Monday.

Which is where you came in.

“Mhm, of course m’muted, my love. Camera’s also off.” he answers your previous question with a slow, sensual drawl into your ear. Thumb gliding across your puffy cunt as he echoes patiently for the first time that hour, “But if you’re gonna be here then you better behave, my love.” Bouncing his knee to shuffle your quivering body where it was perched so prettily on his lap - and his aching, rock-hard cock. “Any deeper than the tip and you hngh- know how s’gonna end.”

A promise.

But it’s been like this for so long now - too long, you think.

Your gummy walls squeeze desperately at that sensitive slit on Nanami’s length, lapping at his weeping precum. Wrists tugging uselessly where he’d tied them together behind your back with his familiar yellow tie. “But Ken, I really want-”

“I know I know, darling.” he presses a gentle kiss to the side of your pouty lips. Hushing those cute, whiny cries of yours that make his swollen cock twitch wildly, balls squeezing so painfully with the sweet sweet temptation to just stuff your tight pussy full. “But if I-”

“Nanami, have you completed the progress report for the client tomorrow?”

Instantly, your husband is in work mode, clearly his ragged voice lightly before hitting the Unmute button. “Yes, Higuruma I’ve…”

But oh his actions were anything but.

Free hand still drawing quick, methodical circles on your clit - just daring you to make a noise while he continues so unfairly with the meeting as if nothing is happening. His deep voice rumbling in his chest with satisfaction, and yet you’re left helpless and aching for more.

“But Ken.” you breathe into his ear, just low enough that the microphone couldn’t pick up. Pushing past the vice-like hold that he had on your hips to seat his delicious cock further and further inside your gummy walls. “Wan’ more. Please, I’ve been patient for so long.”

“-and the charts from last week I’ll have to email.” Nanami rattles off, all business-like, the authoritative tone sending your cunt beading your juices all down his already-soaked cock. Hardened eyes brushing briefly against yours, though he still addresses his business partner, “I’ll make sure to take care of that later.”

And fuck the shivers this sends down your spine have you trembling in Nanami’s practised touch.

Bucking your hips needily into his hand, your slick leaves a lewd little sheen all over his palm, his wrist, all the way down to that metal wrist watch digging into your skin.

“T-take care of it now, Ken.” you’re mewling stubbornly, fighting against those restraints.

Letting your pussy lips fuck back into his thick cock. Deeper. Needier. Sucking him up so good that he’s letting go of your hips to mute himself again.

And fuck if you weren’t going to take the opportunity to just slam yourself down Nanami’s massive length, all the way until you could feel his abs against your ass. That little divot on his thick head smashing against your sweet spots, molding your plushy walls to the shape of his entire cock.

“O-oh fuck.” he breathes, words cracking ever-so-slightly at the end. “The meeting- thought I said just the- hah you’re gonna be the death of me, my love.”

Before you can respond, Higuruma’s chuckling from behind the screen, cutting through the heady air in the room. “Heh, guess you’ve had enough of this since you’re already muted Nanami. Fair enough, I’ve kept you long enough.”

And the words ring in the air, Nanami’s eyes unwavering from his laptop. Turned crazed as he looks to you, a hand already beginning to shut the screen.

“You’re free to go, make up your time with the wife or somethi-”

Slamming it closed.

Followed shortly by you - being slammed onto the ground. Nanami’s hand underneath your face, cushioning the impact when you’re shoved face-first. Him mounting on you in a split second, strong thighs flexing with the effort to fuck you right there right then into the hardwood floor. Depraved. Animalistic.

Not faltering for even a moment when he’s pulling you back by the tie digging into your wrists, sure to leave marks. Using the moment to watch the way your ass ripples every time he’s ramming into you.

“Ken- fuck! Kento-” you sob like a mantra when he hikes up a leg of his to hit all those angles that have him bruising your sweet spots. Thrusts long, hard. Not leaving a single spot inside your gummy cunt untouched. “S’too good too good too good- hah- wan’ed this for so long since you were on that meeting. So hngh- close.”

“M-me too.” Nanami responds, sounding nothing like the put-together business man he was a few moments ago. Almost crazed now. Unpredictable.

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same.

All it takes are a few filthy, nasty strokes of his sensitive cock into your snug pussy, of his fingers toying and teasing your clit - and then you’re cumming so fucking hard around him.

Your walls sucking him in a smooth staccato like you were trying to milk the fucking soul out of Nanami while he drills into you through the pleasure. Not even thinking twice before spilling into your greedy pussy himself.

Thick, creamy spurts of cum that warm you from the inside out. Reaching all those hidden spots inside while he pumps it deeper and deeper.

“Oh, my love.” Nanami groans when he pools the seed dribbling out of your cunt with ease. Making a mess of your pussy down below, of that creamy ring at his hilt. “Don’t think m’done making up for my overtime yet.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Battle of wills

“Awww.” you hear Geto’s deep voice cooing softly in your ear. Running his mouth smugly - as if he wasn’t just smashing the angry, soaked tip of his cock into you right now. “You can’t even talk right now. You can’t even breathe.”

Fuck, if it was any less true then you might’ve argued - maybe spat out a hissy little comment.

But, instead, you’re managing out a wet gurgle, Geto’s thick, ringed fingers tightening where they were wrapped prettily around your neck. “I-I-”

The other draws languid, torturous circles on your sensitive clit, just as teasing as the way his hips were just barely pushing past your sopping wet slit. Nudging your honeyed walls with only his fat head. “What was that, gorgeous?”

“I said.” you gasp, when your beloved boyfriend mercifully lets his grip loosen ever-so-slightly to let you answer. “I- I’m going to win the bet, Sugu.”

Ah, the bet. That stupid, thoughtless little challenge you’d posed just a few hours ago about who’d break first if Geto was to fuck your tight pussy with just his tip.

Who knew it would end up with your face pushed into the silky covers of your pillow, both of you barely-lucid and losing your minds as Geto pounded into you as much as he allowed himself to? Both your pathetic prides holding back, just waiting for the other to break first.

Geto’s voice was tinged with amusement, something so dark and mellow as he purrs against the shell of your ear. Cold metal rings digging into your flesh, you choke. “Well then…” His sinful abs flex ominously against your back, “-we’ll just have to see, right?”

“H-hey!” you gasp for air when he slams his hips forwards, letting your dripping cunt envelope him all the way down to that wide rim of his slit.

“What?” he muses in response, circles speeding up and so so messy on your sensitive nub now. “S’jus’ the tip right? Exactly what I did. I’m-” Before moving again, in sultry, purposeful rolls of his slutty hips back and forth. “-not gonna be the hah- one losing this bet.”

Fuck, you’d forgotten how competitive your boyfriend was - always going easy, until he decided he wanted to win.

Geto’s eyes flit between his fingers, blocking your airway, and the wide wide rim of your sloppy entrance being stretched upon his thick head.

Shit, the sight itself was heavenly enough that it had him almost second-guessing his resolve and stuffing you full like he wanted to. Almost.

“Close to surrender?” he’s panting out when a few more shallow, teasing half-strokes has your gummy walls clenching around him like you’re trying to drag out something delicious. Exactly the way he loves - exactly the way he’s addicted to. And, usually, Geto would tell you over and over how much he loves it - but, this time, his ego makes him simply leave a wet trail of kisses down your arched spine. Murmuring heatedly into your ear, “No shame in ngh- giving up, y’know.”

Harder. Deeper - almost.

Squealing airily, “M’not- m’not giving up.”

Immediately, Geto’s chuckling when he squeezes your pretty neck tighter, “M’gonna choke you harder when you lie, gorgeous. Now tell me-” Just wringing out syrupy moans of his name with each push. Each urgent flick of his fingers on your clit - not even circles anymore, fuck no he was too far gone for that now. Just messy, senseless patterns. “Y’gonna lose like my ah- p-pretty girl or am I gonna hafta keep treating you like my bitch?”

“But-” you wheeze.

“I hngh- also really wanna fuck this cute cunt properly, y’know/”

Your vision’s blurring now, lungs straining for air. Yet you’re so cockdrunk that all you can focus on is the lewd curve of Geto’s dick, barely even realizing when your hips are trying to inch down for more. Jolting with each rub of his thumb against your clit.

Harder. Deeper.

“Sugu!” you’re screaming when you recklessly slam yourself back to meet his ruthless cadence. All the way back until your ass was pressing flush against the v-line jutting out from Geto’s toned pelvis. Shoving his cock so deep inside your plushy cunt it felt like his fat tip was making its mark against your lungs.

You lost - gladly.

And for all his confidence, Geto Suguru is shocked. Half-lidded eyes flying open, teeth biting down on his lower lip so hard with the effort to hold back his disbelieving moans it was like he was trying to draw blood.

“O-oh oh my god. Fuck fuck fuck fuck-” he shudders, jaw falling slack, swollen cock colliding in and out with your needy cunt.

You send him a delirious half-glance, “Are you ok-”

The hand rested around your throat immediately comes down - finally letting you breathe. Only to just slam your head back down onto the pillow so you can’t see how utterly fucked he was. Keeping you still, “Just shut up and cum f’me, gorgeous.”

And oh you do - all over Geto’s pretty cock, your elastic walls molding around him to feel every ridge and bump as he fucks you through your wave of high. Hard. Fast. Sending electricity down your veins every time he hits the bullseye of your g-spot. Over and over and-

“H-hey, Sugu-” your teary face manages to look up from the pillow. Gummy walls still spasming around him, “Best out of three?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - FIRST?!

It was a simple favor, really - just a way to help your dear best friend lose his virginity.

To shut up those adorable whines about how much he dreams of feeling your- a pussy wrapped around his cock. And when he looked to you for help with those dark, puppy-dog eyes? Well, how could you ever say no?

Which is why you have Choso splayed out on your mattress, hazy gaze bulging when you straddle his toned hips. Sliding his tight boxers down his thighs - fuck, he was massive. A delicate, innocent pink at his angry head, leaking endless precum all the way down, down, down his creamy length.

“Jus’ the tip, right?” you hum. Cunt throbbing at the sight of his swollen cock twitching up in interest at the mere sound of your sultry tone. “Jus’ to have you feel me?”

“God, yes.” he whispers - barely even audible, when you slot his leaky tip between your puffy folds. Letting your pussy drool your sweet sweet juices all over him. “Yes yes yes hurry please need to feel you- just the tip just the-” Choso’s voice breaks when you just barely press him past that first ring of resistance. “Oh- oh fuuuuck this is what it feels like? Hngh-”

The stretch of his fat head inside was so sinful. So maddening and shit- if this was what it was like with barely half of his tip in, then it drove you insane to wonder what it’d be like if you took in all of him. Smirking, “Mhm? You hah- like this, Cho?”

Fuck, hearing that little nickname right now makes Choso get even girthier, cock swelling painfully to stretch your sloppy hole.

“L-like this?” he asks, voice ragged with genuine disbelief. Barely-lucidly bringing one of your hands up to his face to press a soft, lingering kiss. “Oh, baby, I l-love this.”

He’s inching his thick head in further and further, kissing down your neck wetly.

You’re choking when he starts up a messy, urgent rut of his hips upwards - untimed and sloppy like he didn’t know how to use his unforgiving cock yet, like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. Just bare, shallow little thrusts that have your hole stretching out and molding to the shape of his needy tip.

Babbling, “Fuck, what’ve you done to me? How can you f-feel so good- how can you-”

Over and over and-

“O-oh, Cho!” you gasp when he accidently brushes up against one of your hidden sweet spots. Eyes going wide, jaw falling into an awestruck “oh” at as you buck and clamp down so fucking tight around him. Begging, “There- fuck fuck there wan’ more- hngh wan’ more of you, please.”

The only response you’re getting is a string of incoherent profanity. Shit, Choso thinks he’s gonna pass out - that he might just paint your pretty pussy white already.

But because he couldn’t stand the embarrassment of that, he wraps his big arms so tight around your waist. Running a palm to cradle your scalp, he hisses when he presses a kiss to your forehead, “Can’t.” And the word has barely left his sagging lips before Choso gives an unplanned, jagged thrust up into your cunt. Body moving before his mind to bully his swollen cock inside, spreading your puffy folds along the veins down his length. “Can’t- just the tip- shouldn’t.”

“S’okay, Cho–”

“But-”

You were his best friend. His favorite person - and he always did feel guilty for thinking of you, cock in hand, on those long lonely nights. So this is the last thing he should be doing.

But, oh it was like a dam had been broken open, and despite his words, Choso’s mouth is salivating at the thought.

Pushing in sweet, desperate bucks of his hips to just drag your sloppy pussy down deeper and deeper - unknowingly, all the way down to his soaked base. Yet Choso was still pushing and pushing deliriously.

“Just the tip just the- shouldn’t do this-” he pants against your open mouth, nipping and sucking on your bottom lips. “Only ever ngh- dreamed of this.” Each word is punctured by a rough ram into your dripping cunt, molding your gummy walls to that upwards curve of his dick. Reeling out a honeyed ah! ah! ah! from you every time his pretty veins were pulsing against your sensitive spots. “Shouldn’t ohhh I shouldn’t- fuck!”

Choso loses the end of his sentence - and his sanity - when he dares take a greedy look downwards.

Being met with the absolutely obscene sight of your poor cunt being split apart on him. Realizing he was now very much past his tip, veering into the dangerous territory of your pussy lips kissing his toned pelvis, milking him until there was nothing more.

“Heh.” His glassy eyes look up when you giggle, “So much for hah- ‘jus’ the tip’, huh?”

Choso grins - a languid, pussydrunk grin you never thought you could even imagine on your sweet best friend. Purring lowly, “Oh, my girl.Because of you m’never gonna be satisfied with just the tip ever again.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Please, please, please

“Apology not accepted, brat.” Sukuna spits out over your blubbering cries, still holding your squirming hips so stupidly still around his fat tip. Nothing more, nothing less. “Nuh uh, this is all yer gonna get if you wanna hah- complain so much.”

Now, Ryomen Sukuna is a strong man, always has been. He hasn’t missed those concerned looks strangers give you when he’s out in public with you, or the way your coworkers’ eyes widened in shock when they first saw him.

The strongest - for everything except you.

So, when he overhears you gossiping with your little friends about how maybe he’s too big - how it’s a bit of a hassle to lose your ability to walk every night - then, well, that spiteful little part of himself decides it’s time to give you exactly what you want.

You’re wriggling your ass downwards, gummy walls sucking him up trying to sink further and further down Sukuna’s dizzying cock, “B-but Kuna-”

“B-b-but Kuna.” He mocks in a pitch higher than normal, two thick fingers coming up to squish your tear-stained cheeks together into an embarrassing pout. Smirking down greedily, “But what? You were runnin’ this pretty mouth earlier, what happened now, hm? Too cockdrunk?”

And fuck, he didn’t expect you to be in the state to think up an answer to that question - he didn’t think you even heard it at first, too busy trying to milk his cock for all he was worth.

But oh you always did surprise him.

Teary, overstimulated gaze locking with his dark one when you give an unsteady, determined nod. Whimpering, “F-fuck yes.”

Unbeknownst to himself - and his little scheme to punish you - your lewd little answer has Sukuna’s hips jutting forwards. Bullying past your gummy resistance to spearhead just a tinge more than his fat head into your sloppy entrance.

“O-oh.” he groans, dropping his head feverishly into the crook of your neck. Trying to get back some control over his own body, but shit just an ounce of the way your slutty cunt was massaging every ridge and curve of his swollen cock and the king of curses just breaks. He’s biting his sharp canines down on your lower lip in what can barely be called a kiss. Messy. “Oh you little minx. You evil, evil-” He gives a punctuated half-thrust. “-brat.”

And that’s all it takes for Sukuna to be drunk on your cunt. To sink his achingly hard cock in so deep that it has his heavy balls smacking your ass, his leaky tip pressing a harsh peck to your poor cervix.

Deeper.

Hips immediately snapping forwards to replicate those purposeful, long slams you were tittering about just earlier today.

“You’re so fuckin- hah-” he sucks in a shaky breath when you clench down on him hard. Absent-mindedly, Sukuna toys his free thumb down to roll against your neglected clit, wondering if this was part of your evil plan. Spitting against your kiss-bitten lips, “-unfair. Riling me up, complaining about it being ‘too much’ n’ then taking it like such a slut.”

It’s all you can do to moan brokenly, “Wasn’t- wasn’t complaining.”

For this, you’re getting a punishing smack! to your ravaged clit, immediately followed by an apologetic circle of Sukuna’s fingers. Harder. “So now you’re gonna ngh- lie while m’fucking you like this?”

As if to prove his point - and maybe drag out a few more of your honeyed cries on his cock - he’s reeling his hips back. Letting his throbbing veins massage against every inch of your elastic walls until it was just the ends of his thick head left inside you now. “Really? Real confident for someone that was just begging for my cock, y’know.”

“N-no!” you gasp, panicked. Your ankles manage to lock around Sukuna’s sculpted waist, digging into those sinful dimples at the end of his spine to push his length in deeper - just the way you liked it. “No no no- ngh was a compliment. A compliment I swear! Was bragging ah-”

He leers oh so cockily, “Oh really?”

Only growing at your urgent nod, your glossy lips falling into such a pretty pout, “Promise. Would n-never hah- complain about your cock, Kuna.”

Fuck, did you know how to drive him insane.

To have him playing right into your pretty lil’ hands.

Because each and every word spilling out of your delirious mouth has Sukuna fucking you deeper and deeper into the mattress. So animalistic with the way he was plunging into you like some glorified sextoy, the curve of his dick rubbing spots inside your gummy walls that you didn’t even know existed. That have you seeing stars. That have him forgetting that stupid promise of “just the tip”.

Too big? Fucking hilarious, you were lucky if you could make it out alive tonight with the way all the blood in his massive body was rushing to Sukuna’s dick, stretching him to an obscene girth.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” he’s grunting with each nudge against your cervix, your g-spot. Bruising you from the inside out. “Well then…” He’s wrestling your nodding face towards him, thrusts growing more and more erratic with each moan. “-let’s give you some more to brag about, hm?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - (Mind)break!

No one would believe their ears if they could see the great Gojo Satoru right about now. That Gojo Satoru? The strongest? The cocky lil’ shit that upturned desks and skipped out on every single jujutsu meeting?

Of course, it wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru that came straight to you after a particularly taxing jujutsu mission, eyes wide - crazed, a feral grin on him that’d never left. Of course, it wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru that had to take only one look at you before ripping your poor clothes off, pent-up jujutsu still thrumming behind his fingers where he folded you into such a mean mating press. Making you cum over and over selfishly while he hasn’t even once.

Of course.

But here he was - around your third orgasm, his face buried nose-deep at your erratic pulse, powerful hips jerky and stuttering while he tried to keep his swollen cock controlled, buried inside your heavenly cunt still only till that pretty pink slit at his head.

Because this was Gojo Satoru, and he didn’t want to break you just yet.

“Aww, look at you- fuck!” Gojo whines when the tip of his sensitive cock brushes up against another one of your sweet spots. Reeling back ever-so-slightly to spit right onto your bulging cunt once. Twice. “Fuck just look at you, sweetheart.”

And before you can react, a large hand is enveloping your cheeks. Sending a buzz of electricity from his touch to where he was tilting your head down, forcing you to look at the obscene sight below you.

Your ravaged cunt all messy and glistening with the excess of Gojo’s saliva, slobbering even filthier down the head of his unforgiving cock. Red and angry, each slow, controlled grind just begging for you to take him whole.

The little gasp that leaves your candied lips is enough for Gojo to moan gutturally, “Ohhh look at that- look at that. Makes me wanna hah-” His ragged words trail off, thighs flexing like they were about to shove himself up, up, up and- only for your boyfriend to gather whatever’s left of his sanity with a sharp intake of breath. “-wanna break you.”

Stubbornly, you jut out your kiss-bitten lower lip, grinding your hips up pathetically to try and take some more greedy inches for yourself. “Why not? Wan’ more than jus’ the tip, gimme ngh all of it.”

“Heh, my needy girl. So- so cock-hungry, huh?” Gojo spits, another steady stream of saliva hitting your waiting tongue- wait, when did you even let it loll out like that? He plows on, thumb gliding over to gloss it over your lips. “Wish I could- ohhh I wish so bad. But m’too fuckin’ hah- worked up after that mission. Can’t handle- can’t control hngh-”

Each word sounds stilted - pained. And Gojo’s giving minute, almost-unidentifiable thrusts puncturing each one. Slowly but surely losing his sanity as well as his restraint.

If either of you were in any better state of mind, maybe you’d have noticed that glowing tinge in his hazy eyes, the little crackles of purple lighting dancing down his milky skin.

But, no, instead you’re whining, “I don’t care, Toru–”

“No you d-don’t get to do that.” he gasps, eyes going wide at that unfair nickname. Giving a dangerous half-thrust into your gummy walls. “No no no no you don’t get to do that. M’only giving you the tip right now.” And you’re being gifted a messy little graze of Gojo’s plump lips against your own, hissing when you bite down. “Don’t know the ngh- extent of my power. S’unstable- could kill- hah destroy-”

“You talk too much.”

Gojo can sense it before it happens - of course he can. And he knows he should stop it, for the safety of you and less importantly, the entirety of Japan. He knows he should keep fucking you with just his fat head, keeping as much composure as possible.

But Gojo lets it happen anyway.

Letting those wobbly legs of yours dangling around his broad shoulders lock in an instant to just nudge his body forwards. Sighing when you feel the stretch of his rock-hard cock making their mark past his thick head.

The lights go out. All of them - all across Tokyo, in fact. Shining too bright that they burst into little shards of energy.

Yet it doesn’t matter to you or Gojo, his electric-blue eyes burning bright into the darkness. Tiny flicks of lightning illuminating your ruined bedroom as his entire body stiffens for a split-second. Jolting like he’d come to life - and in one, fluid movement, he was buried inside your tight pussy. Fully.

Fuck, Gojo’s stretched so taut. Something ugly, dangerous snapping in him when that’s all it takes for him to be releasing thick rope after rope of his seed. Cumming and cumming so hard it’s like he can’t stop. Won’t stop.

Knows he won’t for a very, very long time even when you reach your high for the fourth time that night. Milking him for every single drop.

Even when his cum paints your gummy walls a white to match his hair, filling you up so much that it overspills. Forming a lewd little pool below that makes you tremble impossibly deeper down Gojo’s still hard cock.

And the only thing you can hear in the moment the low crackle of jujutsu in the suddenly pressurized air, and the sinful squelches as Gojo steadies his hips back dangerously. Readying. Letting out a raspy, barely-audible whisper, “If we make it out of this alive, remind me to buy you plan B, sweetheart.”

A/N. Tony stop writing Higuruma cameos challenge GO! (Failed)

Plagiarism not authorized.

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HELP WHAT IS THIS LMFAOOOO

this is a dumb toji x nanami smut fic cause i made a joke and now im just running with it!!

tw: nsfw and alcohol 😱😱

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NEED the toji nsfw alphabet fic PLSSSS 😭🙏

𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 (𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨)

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱)

Aftercare is a big thing to him despite how annoyed he may seem when he does stuff for you he secretly loves it, especially when you ask for a massage or just some time to cuddle afterwards because he'd do anything to stay closer to you.

𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬)

He loves your whole body, and he makes sure you know that but if he had a favourite part of you it would 100% be your ass. Just because he likes how it looks whenever he's fucking the life out for you, plus it would be more normalized to slap your ass rather than any other body part.

His favourite part on him would have to be his arms or chest, just because you're always touching him there. Whenever you two are in public your arm was always wrapped around his, especially when you were pregnant and sometimes got too tired so you leaned on him, he loved it. His chest because you're always laying on it whenever you two sleep, maybe because he likes the intimacy of it.

𝐂= 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦)

He loves to cum inside of you then push down on your stomach so it all spills out, he finds it so attractive when you do that. Despite loving to release inside of you he hates the idea of children especially when they're through the stages of a newborn to a toddler since they're the most challenging in his books. It always puts him off.

𝐃= 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲)

It's not really a secret that he likes whenever you wear his clothes, especially after you wake up from the night before, only wearing your panties and an oversized shirt of his. He's always got to hold himself back from fucking your guts out.

𝐄= 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲?)

He's either a virgin or he's had past hookups, it depends when you met him. So if it was the latter it's cause you met him through his mid twenties or something like that, but if he was a virgin when you two met it's cause you were probably his first everything/love. Somehow he knew what he was doing despite having no prior experience.

𝐅= 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ( 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠)

He's 100% a doggy type of man. But it really depends on what position you're in, so if your upper torso is being pushed down or your bent over something, those would be his favourite. He hates when you lay down just because he can't get deep enough and only gets a few lousy moans out of you.

𝐆= 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭?)

I feel like he's be the more serious type when fucking you, sometimes he just blurts out random stuff which causes you to laugh, it's always on accident as he does mean to make you laugh but he likes when you do. Most of the time he's relentlessly teasing you so he doesn't have any room for humour.

𝐇= 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬?)

He hates shaving, it's so time consuming since he always does it whenever he's about to shower so it takes time away from being with you. So he's got some hair down there just like how he has some stubbles on his face. He hopes you wouldn't mind but sometimes it just goes overboard and you force him to shave despite how much he may hate doing it.

𝐈= 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 ( 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭?)

He's not used to intimacy as much as you are, so you're always the one to take charge and show him the ropes of how you want him to be in bed, but he does the basics like holding your hand or kissing your forehead occasionally. But half the time you're the one doing those actions like caressing his cheek or chest, telling him how good he's done or whatever.

𝐉= 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 (𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

I feel like he's the type to sneakily take some of your underwear and use it to jerk off, like he was a pervert for you, but he always made sure that it was a nice lace lingerie one rather than your usual ones. Or he'd do phone sex which isn't really masturbation but it is at the same time.

𝐊=𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬)

It's either a mommy kink which I doubt he has or a praise kink. He's like a dog wagging it's tail whenever he hears compliments spit out from your mouth especially when he is deep inside of you as you just can't control them then.

𝐋= 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ( 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭)

He's fond of the car or just anywhere people couldn't see you two.

He could really do it anywhere he wanted, he didn't mind. Though he's more used to a hotel room or kitchen than anywhere else. Just because they have the best surfaces to bend you.

𝐌= 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ( 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧)

He loves whenever you wear his clothes, it's probably his biggest turn on for him other than your body itself. It's either that or whenever your bossy, ordering him around.

𝐍= 𝐍𝐨 (𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨/𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬)

Breath play on you or anything that would/could cause you harm, just because he knows his own strength and how stupid it wold be to loose the love of his life because he was too strong in bed. But he'd gladly let it get done on him.

𝐎= 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠)

Depends who you are to him, if you're some one time thing or something close to that he'd prefer it if you gave him head rather than him wasting his energy onto you. But if you're his wife he'd 100% still prefer receiving but he'd be less reluctant to actually eat you out too. Just because he feels like that type of trust is there.

𝐏= 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 ( 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥?)

Sometimes he just goes out of control from being so drunk on you, if you told him to go slower than his normal pace he'd soon forget after around 5 minutes just because he got so distracted with your body. But normally he'd go for a fast and rough pace, especially if he's trying to punish you, but with the occasional parts of him getting a little exhausted before regaining his energy.

𝐐= 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧)

He doesn't love them but he doesn't hate them, he's in the middle just because whenever he has a quickie it's because he's already late and he's got to go meaning no time to actually rest with you, like he always needs to hold you somehow afterwards.

𝐑= 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬?)

He's risky, I can imagine him trying to kiss you in public but you always push him away because you know how out of control he can get when you allow him. Though it isn't risky like sexual just suggestive if that makes sense. Like the type to have a takeout session in an alleyway.

𝐒= 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 ( 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭?)

He could already last a while but with his enhanced body he could last forever, heavenly restrictions was his best friend whenever he had sex with you as he could please you for hours on end without getting tired.

𝐓= 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬? 𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟?)

I feel like he's own didlos just for you, but he makes sure they never get used on anyone else other than you, especially him. I think he's tried to stuff your hole with the didlo and his cock only to realise they wouldn't both fit so it shoves it in your ass instead. I feel like he owns handcuffs but that's really it if not a ball gag too.

𝐔= 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

He loves to tease you, just seeing your whiny face whenever he fucks you turns him on even more. He acts just like those stereotypical American bullies bullying/teasing the nerd student but they secretly like them.

𝐕= 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞)

I mean, he's not that loud other than a few groans when he's a top, but whenever he wants to give you a try at taking control he's trying to suppress his moans, unfortunately for you he does a good job at it. On the other hand whenever he fucks you he's made sure you were loud enough that the neighbours had to file a complaint.

𝐖= 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧) (contains somno)

He sometimes wakes you up by eating you out, like it only happens when he is really horny to the point he can't wait so he gets you in the mood whilst you're sleeping. But it was a one time thing after having some second thoughts about what he was doing,

𝐘= 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?)

𝐗= 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲 (𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬)

I know he's packing down there, I feel like he's more on the thicker side rather than lengthy. But you really didn't mind because he could stretch you out either way. His tip is a darker pink then if his cheeks were to turn red and he's probably uncircumcised.

He's higher than average that's all I know. Back before he met you it was lower than ever just because he wasn't really enjoying his life much and there wasn't much thought of women or anybody in general. Till he met you where he learned how to actually love someone, whenever you walk by wearing something if his he just gets turned on he doesn't even mean it but it's a natural reaction.

𝐙= 𝐳𝐳𝐳 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬)

Depends how his days been but most of the time he falls straight asleep, he dreads proper aftercare as he always wants to pass out and hold you despite teasing you the whole way saying that he'd fuck you till he passed out, not the other way round. Sometimes he'd just lay there arms stretched waiting for you to join him.

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