COMPETITION

They Can't Love You Like I Can (feat. Suna Rintarō)

WARNINGS: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI), f!reader x Suna Rintarō, fingering (f!receiving), handjob (m!receiving), unprotected sex, jealousy sex, best friends to lovers

Request for @exaltedvalkyrie 💖 hope you like it, this was sm fun to write!

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College parties are absolute trash. He’s known this for a long time, which is why he’d rather stay in his dorm, binge watching shows or something of the sorts. However, he knows you like them, which is why he forces himself to go every time.

Suna watches you from the distance, the way he’s always done when you aren’t looking. He downs the rest of his beer in one go, keeping the liquid in his mouth for just a second longer, plastic cup now empty in his hand.

It’s been like this for quite some time now — you find some random guy, flirt shamelessly with him, take him somewhere away from prying eyes and hook up. He’s watched the process multiple times, always with the same burning jealousy that makes his blood boil. He especially hates the part where you tell him exactly how they failed to satisfy you, because you never keep any details to yourself — you describe from the way their inexperienced hands roam your body to the way they practically asphyxiate you with their tongue and everything that happens after. And Suna just listens, because, as your best friend, that’s what he’s expected to do.

You’ve always taken his random, slightly bitter remarks about your miserable love (and sex) life as just him being a nice, concerned friend, so you never pay much attention to the rolls of his eyes or his low scoffs. You’ve always told yourself it’s brotherly love, that he couldn’t possibly see you as anything else. You’ve known each other for too long — shared too many moments together. You’re sure he only sees you as a sister.

Truth is, Suna has a not so small crush on his best friend. He gives a scornful chuckle at the thought; it’s silly to call it a simple crush. Suna Rintarō is —and it was extremely difficult to even admit it to himself— completely in love with you. Therefore, all he can do is watch from the distance, the way he’s been doing all night, as you smile up at your new random one night stand.

And he’s not the type of guy to say he’s happy if you are, because yes, your happiness is important to him —extremely so—, but he wants to be the reason for it. And it should be him; not some guy you’ve just met a couple hours ago.

His piercing green eyes remain on your frame from the moment you give that tantalizing smile that indicates you’ve found yourself successful to when you guide the douchebag (holding his hand, which makes him crush the plastic cup in his tight grip) toward the stairs and up. And, heaving a sigh, he strides toward the steps and sits at the bottom.

It’s not too long before he sees the guy you went upstairs with coming back down with a smug grin on his face (which he desperately wants to wipe with a well placed punch). He simply huffs, rolls his eyes and starts looking for you. He finds you in the bathroom, hunching over the sink as you look at yourself in the mirror with pursed lips. He quietly walks in, shuts the door behind him and leans against it. Suna watches you as you tiredly rub your eyes with an exasperated sigh, and he readies himself — he knows what that sigh means.

He straightens up and walks toward you to stand right behind you. You look into the mirror to meet his gaze, and he offers you a smile, which you return feebly.

“Hey, Rin,” you say. He hums, gathering your hair together so it’s not in the way. You take another look at your own reflection, a light frown making its way onto your face when your eyes study the smudged makeup on your lids. “God, I’m a mess.”

“A very pretty mess,” he says, placing his hands on your shoulders in what he hopes is a comforting gesture.

You fight the smile threatening to make an appearance.

“Even with my raccoon eyes?” you ask, pointing at your face.

“Especially with your raccoon eyes.”

You laugh and swat his hands away, turning away to rummage through the drawers until you find some makeup wipes, and start getting rid of the stain on your eyes. You took it as a joke, but he meant it. He does love it when you look like that, because you usually make sure to look your best, and this is something only he’s gotten to see. He likes the small moments kept between you two, like it’s a secret you’d only ever share with him. Those have always been his favorite moments.

When you give another deep sigh, his lips form a thin line. He doesn’t say anything, instead letting you do all the talking. And you proceed to tell him all about yet another miserable sexual encounter.

As you explain, you finish wiping your face and take your shirt off —he really tries to look away, but even though he’s seen you like that a couple times, he still can’t help the butterflies that wreck havoc in his stomach—, placing it under the tap to try to wash a big stain of… something. Might have happened when you accidentally knocked into someone on your way to the bathroom, but you’re not sure. Suna is quick to take off his jacket and place it over your shoulders, and you thank him mid rant and slide your arms in the long sleeves.

“He was rubbing so hard, Rin. It didn’t even feel good,” you groan. “It was just uncomfortable. And I’m pretty sure he came on record time, which obviously means that I didn’t.”

“That sucks,” he says in a low voice, trying to help you with your hair, running his fingers through it gently to undo the knots. He’s frowning deeply in what you assume is concentration, but really, he’s thinking that he hates the fact that the asshole left any trace of him on you, because how dare he.

“Right? I don’t think I’ve ever given a louder fake moan in my life, he was so bad. It was pretty convincing though, you should’ve heard it,” and then, to his horror, you proceed to imitate the moan —which is very convincing—, and then his jeans feel a little tighter. You suddenly turn around, and he leans against the sink and shifts his legs in a feeble attempt to hide his crotch from your view. Surprisingly, you don’t notice it. “You know what? At this point I think I should just give up. I’m never going to find the right guy,” you say with slumped shoulders.

You head toward the door and place your hand on the knob, but you’ve only just started opening it when Suna suddenly slams it back shut, hand pressed against it over your head. You jolt in your place, turning to give him a startled look.

“Rin? What are you—”

“Has it ever even crossed your mind that maybe you’ve been looking in the wrong place all along?”

You blink up at him, resting your weight against the wooden surface. There’s something in his eyes — something you haven’t seen before. Something intense, burning. It makes your stomach churn with something similar to excitement.

“What do you mean?” you whisper, and he lets out a shuddering breath.

He gets closer, and that’s when you feel his growing erection against you. Your eyes widen in surprise, and you instinctively try to take a step back, forgetting that there’s no space for you to actually do it. Suna tucks a strand of loose hair behind your ear, letting his hand wander downward to brush his fingertips against your throat, then trailing lower until they graze the mount of your breasts. His touch is barely there, ghosting over your skin like a whisper, yet it makes your heart race and your breath hitch in your throat.

Suna Rintarō, with a single touch, has managed to do what no one else has — leave you breathless.

“They could never satisfy you — not the way I could,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers against your crotch. The featherlight touch makes you squeeze your thighs together. “I could make you come so hard— make you scream so loud. I could make you forget about the whole fucking world… if only you let me. Because— fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long.” He brushes his nose along your neck and lets out a soft groan when your scent floods his senses.

“Suna Rintarō,” you say, gulping as you place your hands on his chest. He pulls back a little, and he suddenly looks terrified, because you never call him by his full name. He’s sure he’s fucked up — you’re going to tell him to go to hell, and you’ll never talk to him again. “You’re just drunk,” you say, which you already know to be a lie, because you have seen him absolutely plastered, and this is not it. “And horny. You’re going to wake up tomorrow and forget all about this.”

He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand with a light frown. Softly, he shakes head.

“I’m not,” he says, meaning he’s not drunk because he’s definitely horny. “Thing is, no matter how wasted I get, I haven’t been able to forget what I feel about you.” He knows this to be a fact, because he’s tried multiple times. “If anything I’ve only managed to forget my own name. But I can’t seem to forget yours.” You suck in a sharp breath, gulping once more when his lips brush against yours when he whispers, “Give me chance to show you what I can do. I’ll make you feel so good… please.”

Instead of giving him a direct answer, you tilt your head to capture his lips in yours, getting a groan out of him when you press your body flush against his. You’re confused when he pulls back.

“What?” you breathe out.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“I thought it was implicit — yes,” you say, latching your lips to his once more.

He doesn’t waste a single second, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you so close that not even a sheet of paper could fit between your bodies. His lips are desperate, devouring yours like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have, and he’s been starving for years.

His wide hands explore your body, his touch has you panting against his lips, especially when he slips a hand under your skirt to rub his fingers against you. He’s surprised to find your underwear to be already wet — he’s barely even started.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pushing your panties to the side to have more access.

Suna slides his fingers between your soaking folds, coating his fingers with your slick to circle your clit with gentleness. He’s not too rough; he applies just the right amount of pressure, goes just fast enough. It’s perfect.

He shudders visibly when you mewl softly in his ear, stifling his own moan against your lips as he meets them for another kiss. It’s crazy how much your moans turn him on; his jeans feel extremely asphyxiating, he’s painfully hard.

As if hearing his thoughts, you fumble with the button of his jeans and the zipper, making quick work of them to pull him out. His cock is warm and thick in your hand, head oozing pre-cum. You smear it along his shaft with a couple strokes, paying close attention to the sounds he lets out. You know you’ve found the right pace when his fingers hesitate against you and he lets out a soft, whiny whimper you never thought you’d hear him emit, and he curses through gritted teeth. His breath catches in his throat when you run your thumb along his slit, applying pressure. Suna can’t help bucking his hips lightly trying to match your rhythm.

“Wait, stop,” he gasps, clutching your wrist. You’re about to ask whether you did something wrong when you’re interrupted by your own, shaky whimper when he pushes one of his digits past your entrance and starts pumping slowly. “I want to focus on you,” he says. It’s not exactly a lie, but he’s not being entirely truthful. He actually stopped you because he was sure he was going to come if you touched him for a second longer, and that would have been coming on record time.

When he adds a second finger and curls them in a come hither motion, you moan, “Rin! God, don’t stop.” And he swears he almost passes out.

Hearing you moaning his name —something he had dreamed about, jerked off to the thought of it— drives him feral. His lips are on your neck, sucking and biting. He wants to leave a couple marks there, wants the world to know who finally managed to make you come. He’s imagined how you feel on countless occasions —usually late at night, when he’s by himself and has no other option but to relieve himself with his own hand (which, to be honest, he’s always thought of as pathetic)— but the thought of actually feeling you wrapped around him makes his cock twitch with need.

His fingers do wonders inside you, and you’re so wet that it’s easy for him to push a third finger in, using his thumb to rub your nub. And you don’t know if it’s just that he’s good, or the fact that it’s him, but you find yourself arching your back, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as you come around his fingers. You’re clenching them so hard Suna has to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning, and he just can’t wait a moment longer.

He unzips the jacket open, pushes your drenched panties down your legs, picks you up with ease and bunches up your skirt around your waist. His cock slides between your folds, he makes sure to coat it completely with your arousal so there won’t be any discomfort, because he just wants to make you feel as good as possible.

You squeeze your eyes shut and moan loudly against his neck when he starts pushing himself in inch by inch, pausing a couple times to allow you to adjust. And you thought you felt full with his fingers. Huh.

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear to comfort you, digging his fingers in the soft skin of your thighs when you clench around him. It takes everything in him to keep his hips still, he’s quick to apologize when he gives an involuntary thrust or two — but you just feel too good. That single squeeze almost makes him come on the spot.

“Rin, I don’t think I can— ngh.”

“You can take it,” he breathed out, struggling to keep a steady voice. “I know you can take it.”

And take it you do.

He gasps when he bottoms out — the way your tight cunt hugs his cock, how your walls still flutter from your previous orgasm, your heavy breathing in his ear — he must be dreaming. There’s just no way this is real. He wouldn’t be surprised, he’s had this dream infinite times already. But when you kiss him, oh, it’s real, all right.

He pulls back until he’s almost completely out and gives a gentle thrust to go back in, sharpening his hearing to catch even your lightest sigh as he continues giving experimental thrusts. He speeds up little by little until you’re clawing at his back, scrunching his shirt in your fists as he keeps the rhythm up, heaving pants against your cleavage. His breath is hot against your skin, his hands are warm and gentle as they roam your body freely, making sure not a single part of you is untouched — he wants to erase any trace the other guy might have left.

“Rin, fuck, more!”

You arch your back at an especially deep thrust, moaning his name loudly, tugging on his hair. He’s relentless, snapping his hips against yours over and over again until your legs tremble around his waist. He snakes a hand between your bodies to rub your clit again, the loud, wet, squelching sound of your pussy sucking him back in with each snap of his hips fills his ears, and he lets out a series of soft moans and whines against your chest, his voice rumbling against your skin.

“They could never touch you like this, make you feel like this,” he growls. He’s still jealous that others had a taste of you way before he did, and he wants to make things clear. He takes a bunch of your hair in his fist and pulls on it to expose your throat to him, which he marks a little more. “I’m the only one who’ll get to see you like this. I’m the only one this pussy belongs to,” he says, giving sharp pats on your clit that make you squirm against him. “They could never love you like I can.”

Your eyes snap open at that last sentence, but he doesn’t give you a chance to say anything — and it’s not like you could, what with the way he’s pounding into you. It’s not too long after that you’re creaming around his cock. You’ve never come so hard. You can tell he’s close by the way his breath catches and his hips stutter. Despite knowing you’re on the pill —you’ve literally told him everything there is to know—, Suna starts pulling out, but is stopped by you. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist and keep him in place, and he shoots you a panicked look.

“Y/N, let go, I gotta—”

“I want you to come inside me, Rin,” you gasp, clenching around him, and that’s the final straw.

He moans loudly, mouth hanging open as his abdomen contracts with spasms with each thick rope of cum he shoots deep inside you. He rides out his orgasm with a couple lazy thrusts, panting heavily and resting his head on your shoulder when you’ve drained every last drop he has to give.

Suna pulls out, grimacing at the sensitivity, and puts you down gently. Something catches his eye, and he looks down only to find his own semen slowly dripping down your thighs. He gulps, and watches you as you grab your discarded panties and slide them up your legs.

“Don’t want it to go to waste,” you say, looking him straight in the eyes, and he gives an incredulous, breathy laugh, because — what the fuck that was so hot. He has to look away and hold his breath to keep it down. “So,” you say casually, leaning back against the door. You don’t want him running away. “You said something.”

Suna blanches, and his eyes look at everything but you. He busies himself with pulling his jeans up.

“I said a lot of things,” he murmurs, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish chuckle.

“All right, let me help you remember, then. It starts with L, and ends with ove.”

He deadpans at you, the way you said it making him forget his embarrassment for a second as he rolls his eyes.

“You can’t be serious.”

“The question is, were you?” you ask, taking a step forward. He pointedly averts his gaze, eyes downcast as he twiddles his thumbs. “When you said it?”

“Of course I was,” he admits in an almost inaudible whisper, but you’re still able to hear him. It’s the most honest you’ve seen him. “Do you… not want me to be serious about it?”

He fears the answer, but he has to know it. If all you want is to be friends with benefits, he’ll take it. He’ll take whatever you give him — anything you give him.

“I like that you are,” you say, peering up at him and brushing his damp hair back. “Because I’m serious about it too.”

His eyes snap up to meet yours, a dumbfounded expression taking over his features. You did not just say you reciprocate his feelings.

“So… hypothetically speaking,” he starts, trying to find the words. “If I were to ask you out on a date, what would you say?”

You give him a bright smile, placing a soft kiss on his cheek and patting it lightly, cupping it afterwards. He leans into your touch.

“Non-hypothetically speaking, I’d say yes.”

game over?

his number one girl and his number one fan

pairing: streamer!Choso x fem!reader

content: MDNI, cockwarming, exhibitionism, chat is bullying Choso so hard, established relationship, use of pet names (baby, princess), modern AU, unprotected piv sex, Choso being a tease(but he talks you through it)

a/n: based on this ask!!

art by @aransmind and divider by @anitalenia!

"Worst stream of the year. Okay, dunno why I read that one," Choso murmured, scratching the back of his hair and squinting at the incoming chat messages.

thesixeyes:there's NO way he's actually this bad lololol

k1ng0fcurs3s: have you considered killing yourself?

Maybe he wasn't the best at this game (or any), but still, ouch. Most of the other streamers he'd become friends with over the past year probably would just time the guy out, get their mods to ban the worst offenders, but his mod team only consisted of one person - his younger brother.

And he hated asking Yuji to do anything - even if it was something he volunteered for.

Sometimes he was tempted to quit. But then again, if he'd never started streaming, he never would've met you.

"Do any of you guys know where I'm supposed to go next?" He brushed it off, returning his attention to the map on the screen, his mouth automatically curled up just at the idea of you probably watching from the bedroom, curled up in his blankets with your phone propped up on the pillow.

chosospr1ncess: end stream pls

And now the image of you had new details, your hand between your thighs, your canines tugging at your lower lip. Impatient and needy, soft whispers of his name falling from your mouth.

"Hold on a sec, chat," He muttered, picking up his phone from his desk, opening up his messages to send you a short one: Come here.

Your laugh was loud enough to hear through the not-entirely-effective soundproofing padding the wall separating his office from the bedroom. Choso wasn't the only one who heard.

The chat was going faster than he could read, half of them calling just calling bullshit.

"You guys wanna meet my girlfriend?" He paused the game now, readjusting the camera higher, cutting off everything below his chest. The new chorus of she's not real and he's actually lost it was interrupted by two short knocks on the door. "Come in, baby."

It took a single look at the blush staining your cheeks to know his fantasy wasn't just fiction, the slight tremble in your legs as you walked over to his gaming chair.

He tugged you into his lap once you were within reach, brushing the hair off your neck and wrapping his arms tight around your waist. God, he didn't think he'd ever smelled anything so delicious.

"Isn't she pretty?"

Perched on his thighs, your lips fixed in an adorable pout at being interrupted, glancing between him and the webcam then over to the chat, currently flooded with accusations and theories that he must've paid you.

"You gonna say hi to them, baby?" He muttered in your ear, humming softly against your skin, a thin sheen of sweat making a few stray hairs stick to your neck from your attempt at keeping preoccupied without him.

"Hi," You repeated, already squirming in his lap before he'd even done anything.

k1ng0fcurs3s: are you as bad in bed as you are playing this?

k1ng0fcurs3s: id fuck your girl better

"Yuji, ban that guy," You moved the mouse, frowning as you talked, copying the username of and sending it to the private chat already open offscreen.

While he'd rather be the one taking care of you, it was sweet to see you get worked up on his behalf, readjusting on his lap like he'd somehow miss the damp spot on your panties soaking through his sweatpants, the slick still coating your thighs.

You were reading whatever message caught your attention next, too distracted to notice his hands tugging down his sweatpants, freeing his cock so he could shove your underwear and tiny shorts aside. It wasn't until he already aligned himself, started inching his way that you realized what he really called you in here for.

"I, um, oh-" Your stutter was adorable, your spine going stiff as you clamped down around him. But there was almost no resistance, not after you had prepped yourself so nicely for him.

"She can be a little camera shy," Choso informed the chat, scooting the chair closer, watching your face in frame in the bottom corner, all glossy-eyed and flustered.

"Y-yeah," You stammered, really squirming now as he suddenly brought you down all the way on him under the guise of readjusting, barely managing to control your facial expressions in front of the thousand or so people currently tuned in live absolutely oblivious to the fact you were being crammed full of your boyfriend's cock.

"Since I apparently suck at this, why don't you try?" He casually offered, his voice gravelly, struggling not to get caught up in the sinful way you seemed to suck him in. How tightly your thighs were pressed together, the throb of your walls around him while your chin barely bobbed in reply. "What do you guys think?"

Embarrassingly enough for him, even with his tip grinding against your cervix, forced to swallow your moans at every throb and twitch of his cock filling you up, you were still doing better than he was ten minutes ago.

Dodging attacks and actually striking down the creepy-looking monsters, your brows knitted together so tightly while you tried desperately to concentrate on the screen, clicking frantically with the mouse and hitting the keys. Each time you jolted at a new jumpscare was some new form of torture, his attempts at teasing twisted back on him when he couldn't do anything except twitch, barely restraining the temptation to turn the camera off and fuck you right there on the desk.

"Shit," Your curse came out more like a whine when you died, chipping away at his cool facade, his forearm pressing you tighter against his chest, hips rolling ever-so-slightly up to drive himself deeper.

"Just load the last save," He quietly instructed, resting his chin on your collarbone and wondering if the camera was sharp enough to pick up how you shuddered at the hoarse sound of his voice, lips pressing together tightly to conceal the noise you were so desperate to make.

thesixeyes: he'd know lol he's already died like fifty times

"You havin' fun?" Choso ignored the chat, ignored the game, his attention entirely devoted by how much you were tensing up listening to him talk. Using his muscled forearm to add more pressure, not particularly caring how clingy of a boyfriend he probably looked on screen.

Who could blame him when his girlfriend was you?

If you were in the room, he had to be touching you, whether it was a hand on your waist or his mouth on your neck. He tried - really - to give you space, but it was like you had hollowed every inch of his heart out, everything empty without your touch, your scent, your warmth to fill the ache.

"Mhm," You made a tiny noise, blinking too fast, lashes fluttering too hard. Trying to discreetly grind down against him, search for any sort of friction to soothe the burn from being stuck and stretched in place. You started the save back up, eyes narrowing like you needed to focus just to die again at the first enemy that popped up. "Fuck."

"Sorry, sweetheart," He hummed, his hand drifting down and out of sight of the camera to rub against your poor, neglected clit. Massaging rough circles over the swollen bud, your entire body freezing at his heavy touch. "Keep trying."

Craning your head back to look at him, to shield your silent plea pout from your audience, his own muscles tensing at how cute you looked like that, your bottom lip pushed out and chewed up from how much you'd been biting it since you sat down. He wanted to kiss it, to tug it between his own teeth, to taste you on his tongue and trace every last inch of you.

"It's hard," Your complaint was strained, your thighs rustling together as you shifted your weight, like you couldn't decide if you should get up or stay there. He rolled your clit between two sturdy fingers though, your jaw going slack at the sudden sensation, your eyes practically glazed over and mouth in a pretty little 'o' as you kept your focus on him.

"You can handle it," Choso reassured, like sweat wasn't pricking at his own brows, a few loose strands of his bangs starting to stick to his forehead. Still, he nodded back towards the screen, your attention reluctantly returning to the game. "Keep going."

Watching you through the camera while all the assholes in chat watched him fuck you, the comments that had been cruel before now filled with cheesy compliments (and a few crude ones too that he'd be sure to take care of himself later.)

Your movements were jittery, fingers hitting the keys at the wrong time, missing hits even he thought were easy, somehow managing to get turned around and lost. Your face all scrunched together when you skimmed over the chat for tips as if Choso's wasn't currently smashed against your cervix. You were close, your breathing uneven, everything squeezing so hard like the pressure was too much, the tension ready to snap at any second.

"Do, I, um-" You paused, your pitchy voice struggling to finish like you were too fucked out to remember what you were trying to ask in the first place.

All it took was one more rough drag of his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and it was over, a moan you couldn't contain spilling out that, your hand flying over your mouth, attempting to disguise the sound as a cough while you scrunched your eyes closed.

"Feeling okay, princess?" He teased, muttering softly into your skin while your thighs trembled on top of his. The hazy look in your eyes, like you had half as many brain cells than what you came in there with.

"Just, uh, had something in my throat," You excused, sucking in a sharp breath while you squirmed from the constant stimulation. If you wanted something in your throat, he would be more than happy to oblige.

Anything for you.

"C'mon, baby, wanna try again?"

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afab for all links ! disclaimer im poc, but only could find these links. if you have better accounts send it to me via ask box. (nsfw) highly requested and includes both sub and dom afab reader. warnings aren't listed. proceed at your own accord.

choso

link - fuckng choso during movie nigh | sub choso link - choso fucks your tits in bed link - cums on your tits link - giving choso a hj after a bad day | sub choso link - eating you out

sukuna

link - sukuna 'going easy' on you link - in his domain link - "takin it real deep, huh?" link - " you can take it" link - " spoiled girl.." link - "you can take more than that, human"

gojo

link / link - riding gojo link - "you're on birth control, right?" link - "long day at work satoru?" | sub gojo link - "pls let me have it baby" | sub gojo link - " sweet boy" | sub gojo link - someone's house party!

suguru

link - pus eating link - guided pussy eating link - "ya feel me ma?" link - tit sucking link - lazy link - make it quick

toji

link - ride ! link - "lose the attitude." link - early morning? link - breakfast in bed link - tease ! link - ones enough!

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─➤ Toji Fushiguro as your roommate

╰┈➤ Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader

— Masturbation, jealous Toji, slight thigh riding, use of ‘princess’, creampie, unprotected sex.

— Link to roommate!Nanami

Roommate!Toji is a relatively modest man, who barely articulates but is always assisting you around the home, even offering he cooks sometimes to which you had begun to consider that you had discovered the best roommate, oblivious to the fact that your new roommate has quite the attraction towards you.

“Thank you Toji, you’re a big help around here!”

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𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨: ᴀꜰᴀʙ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴇʀᴠɪx

[𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴: 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯]

𝘼/𝙉: 𝙁𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙍𝙀𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎, 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝘿𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿. 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙪𝙥𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨.

"And here I thought we're just gonna fix the little table you brought for your kid," his seducing whispers tickled your right ear as he bit on it gently. You could feel his hands get themselves busy by tracing the shape of your body, slowly and gently as he pressed his bulge against your ass.

"Geto stop it," it was the nth time you asked him to halt his perverted ministrations while you guys were in the middle of fixing something. You could already tell that he's already keeping himself at home.

"Are we really gonna stop this?" He pressed himself again and this time his bulge brushed against the thin cloth of your skirt. "Are we really gonna stop this, mommy?"

The way he addressed the title was something off but it wasn't that, it in fact made you curious. Come to think of it, you were older than this man and also considering you have a seven year old son. Geto has been your neighbor for a couple of months now and you could say that him and your son get along all the time. You didn't understand what really connected the both of them to be close but you also understood that your son needed a good father figure to look up to. Or so you thought...

"Quit it, Geto. It's not funny- Ah!" His hand suddenly groped one of your breast, giving it a little massage before cupping both of them. The sudden touch he gave you made you arch your back that your to rest your head unto his chest and your ass pressing itself more into his bulge. As you looked down, the position itself gave you the view of his skilled hands playing with your mounds.

This feeling felt new to you again. Has it been months? Years perhaps?

"Geto-"

"Yeah? Enjoyin' yourself so much?" He chuckled as he felt the pressure of your soft ass against him and your plump breasts that he cupped selfishly. His eyes gazed at your round ass and it seems that you're either brushing it on purpose or you really are just wiggling yourself out from his grasp.

Neither matters, he thought. A little grin forming on his lips as he pressed it against your neck, deliciously and slowly leaving kisses until he blew a thin air to your nape. For him, every bit of reaction that you feel was like a reward to himself. He wanted to torment you sweetly, wanted you to become his. Was it the thought of you being plump with his kid? Hell nah, he didn't even want to be a father in the first place. He was so sure about it but then his little mind would long for little games. Dangerous games.

Well of course, little games like him filling you up and you bearing his kid. It was something that icked the young man to mess you up until your plump.

Without any hesitation he picked you up like a little ragged doll and went to your room where you slept. The sudden action of course surprised you but deep inside you, from the way he did his actions you somehow knew you guys would end up fucking. He threw you to bed, the soft bounce from the foam ricocheted as you lie down. He positioned himself just right in front of you, both of his palms resting on your knees.

"Suguru please, my kid will be coming home from school!"

"Yeah," he looked at the wall clock and saw that it was 4:00 in the afternoon. His well chiseled jawline evident before he clenched it, now his gaze focused on you.

Shit. That's all you have to say.

"What 'yeah'? Get off me please,"

He only nodded with a playful 'hmm' as he used his right palm to rest on your waist. "See, it looks so beautiful." He couldn't help himself but to put his other palm to your other waist.

"H-huh?"

"Seems your waist agrees that it likes the feeling of my palms," he snickered. Noticing how embarrassed you look, he knew he did well. "You're so beautiful, I'd fill you up until you don't want me anymore."

"Goodness Suguru," you whispered, your core already wanting for attention. You could feel your panties already soaking wet coming from his actions a while ago. Your skirt didn't even matter to him anymore, he was quick to lift that skimpy skirt you have and let him have access to your deepest desires.

"I know," he started to run his thin and delicate fingers to the lacy thin hem of your panties. His fingers continued to scan the underwear just at the front coverage when he followed a certain pattern of the underwear.

"It's thin," he gazed at you. His sly eyes that teased you. Oh you know this gaze too damn well and you sure feel intoxicated by it. His fingertips still grazing to that lacy front coverage. You couldn't take your eyes off him as well. Not that you were not embarrassed but by the way he gazed at you. It felt so demanding that the moment he laid his eyes at you.

"H-huh?"

He only chuckled at your dumbfounded response. Geto slowly moves his lips closer to your right ear. He blew another thin air that made your brows furrow and lips shut.

"You seem pretty good with choosing colors," he pecked your cheek and slowly and gently nudged his nose against it, it seemed romantic and gentle that you didn't even stop the man.

I mean, who wouldn't?

"Hmm, how did you know I like the color burgundy?"

Oh.

Shit.

The color made you remember that your officemate eventually gave this to you during the little holiday party to you had alongside the other workers.

"I really can't think of another gift to give you aside this one, it'll come handy next time."

You remember her silly smile with her wink as she gave you the present in a small paper bag. Recalling it made you flustered in frustration.

"It's not what you think, a friend gave it to me and said It'll come handy-" another kiss on your cheek.

"So your friend does know what she's doing,"

"Geto stop it- I don't like it." his hands now slowly groping your soft, round, and voluptuous breasts. He slowly unbuttoned half of the white blouse you had on until he could fully access his itchy fingers to feel the warmth of your boobs.

"Hmm." He rested his forehead on your shoulder, keeping himself entertained. His slender fingers slowly lowered your bra revealing your peaks erect from the stimulation. "Your body says otherwise,"

A victorious grin perked up on his lips.

"You jerk."

"Yeah, I'd be honest." looking at you with his sly eyes and amused lips, he left a kiss on your cleavage and let his lips take over your left nipple. "I jerk on you often times."

"Please Geto- Ah!"

How could he say that to you so bluntly? Was it something he'd do normally? Of course not. He's probably messing around. Unless??

He knew what he was doing and he's enjoying every bit of it. You could almost see that annoying ghost smile of his. You could have resisted but whatever happened to it, it's long gone.

As far as you could remember, it has been years since you last felt the high of euphoria of sexual pleasure. You had no time for this since you were too busy taking care of your son plus his father was an irresponsible individual, what do you expect?

"Give in to me," Geto whispered those sweet words to you as he continued to suck like a greedy and hungry baby. "You won't regret it."

You were so confused but it felt so fucking nice. It's too late to say no him because his touches were already eating the modesty left in you.

"Let's be selfish, yeah?" he encouraged. "Wanna breed you so bad and bully your lil cervix."

You were driven by his devilish temptations and it got the best of you and without any hesitation you reached for the clasp of your bra and undid it. The clicking sound of you unclasping it.

"Just- please just hurry up."

Oh? She's really telling me to hurry up huh? Well, that's gonna be her problem.

He waited for this.

Geto could sense how embarrassed you were with your actions but he was entertained. Of course he couldn't get pass this moment.

Every single day he prayed for it.

"Yeah, I'm kinda excited that your little pal gonna witness his mom bear another kid."

"Fuck you."

"Yeah, I'll fuck you so hard..." He chuckled and nibbled on your ear. "... You'd really beg me to wife you up."

Jealous Hubby!Nanami <3 🌙

You’re pinned — poor wrists bound to the posts of your shared bed, aching thighs rudely pried apart with a pretty little vibrator pressed against your swollen clit. Your sweet, reserved husband, Nanami Kento has got you pinned to the fucking sheets and he’s angry. Pissed. You’re not even sure what he’s trying to prove anymore, it’s been long forgotten — lost in the abyss of endless pleasure and overstimulation.

He’s leaning in close. “I actually think you look prettiest like this, no?” Two, burly fingers are sinking inside of your sloppy hole for the umpteenth time tonight, dragging your mouth open in a droning, helpless mewl. “My pretty girl, huh? You hear me?” It’s a gutteral growl forced from the depths of his chest, warm lips pressed to the perspiring skin of your throat. “My fucking body, my pussy, mine.”

Is there anything beyond jealously? Beyond possessiveness? If so, Nanami is there and he’s completely lost it. To be such a civil, standoffish man, one of reticent emotions who conforms to assumed societal norms, he has lost his fucking mind and you’re afraid he may never find it again; all because another man called you pretty and you smiled, thanking him. It was a cordial, fictitious smile of basic human decency, but it was a mistake, a wish of death, because Nanami, who stood directly behind you, was not smiling… at all. Instead, he was practically dragging you away, a heavy hand on the nape of your neck, a promise of punishment awaiting you.

“I was just being nice, Nanami. It’s never that deep,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance as you peer out of the tinted window, “you don’t have to be so jealous all the time.”

Your husband scoffs, mandible tightening then relaxing as he slams down his left turn signal. He’s upset, bubbling at the surface with seething rage and palpable jealousy. His audible breaths of anger force your thighs together, arousal soiling your laced panties in a wet, embarrassing mess. You’re his wife, his property, his toy. You’re completely off limits to prying eyes, that’s what he’s hellbent on proving. It’s exactly why he’s got you pinned and pleading.

“M’sorryyy,” you whine, pretty hips bucking so whorishly against both the pink, thrumming vibrator and the fingers that are fucking you open, “p-pleasepleaseplease just let me cum!”

God, you’re a sight for the sorest of eyes — your perfectly sprawled thighs quivering uncontrollably under his touch. Drooling, aching hole tightening around nothing but the fleeting memory of his lithe fingers. Your mouth sits agape, wide and uselessly pleading for release, for mercy. You tug helplessly against your restraints and he laughs. Laughs, directly in your face.

“No.” Nanami shakes his head, tsking as he pulls his hand away from your cunt, your ensuing growl of frustration making his cock throb. Fat tears of desperation are welling in the corners of your big, pleading eyes, threatening to spill down your crimson cheeks. “You will cum when daddy tells you to cum, yes?” God.

Who the fuck is this and what has he done to your sweet husband?

PT2- PERVY JJK MEN FIC RECS // mdni!

toji fushiguro

pervy dilf neighbor - @/tonycries

pervy electrician - @/sugoroo

ex toji - @/screampied

pervy neighbor toji - @/l0v3tast3

dirty little secret - @/madamechrissy (softy and a perv <33)

older bf - @/l0v3tast3

personal trainer - @/nanamincreampie

perv older toji - @/l0v3tast3

nasty habits! - @/kingkonoha (multi)

perv toji - @/nochepsicodelica

kento nanami

pervy professor - @/unintentionalseductress

sundress - @/lxnarphase (multi)

panty stealing - @/nanaslutt

valentine’s day - @/goaskangel

dbf - @/nanamisonholiday

virgin - @/xanaxspritz

you turn me on! - @/classyrbf

panty thief! - @/grimmweepers (multi)

under the desk - @/simplygojo

empty gaze; ruined with lust - @/healedlover

cw incest

"what's this 'bout a boy?"

your pervy uncle sukuna has you bent over his knee like you're about to be spanked. but rather than hit the flesh of your ass with his calloused hands, he's plunging two fingers meanly into your cunt like you deserve a punishment :(

it's not your fault! you want to say that, to beg for him to go easy on you but every time you open your pretty lips to speak all that comes out is desperate moans and pleads for more. he curls his fingers inside of you every now and then, makes you see stars just to pull that pleasure from you!

you can't be too loud, though, your parents are only in the other room. uncle sukuna is meant to be here for a family dinner, one in which he'll exchange weird jabs with your father and make your mother turn her nose up all the while he's digging nails into your thigh under the table. you haven't seen him in months now, not since the last time he visited and you ended face-down-ass-up on your pretty comforter taking his cock so deep you forgot your own name.

as if you could settle for boys your age after a taste of him.

sukuna stops his movements and, with his free hand, forces your chin up to look at him the best you can from where you're bent over his knee. "fuckin' answer me. who's the boy?"

"no one!"

"lying brat, you want me to make you cry again?"

uncle sukuna had overheard an exchange between you and your mother when he first showed up. you were telling him about a boy from your college classes that had asked you out: sweet, well mannered, probably a bore in the bedroom. your mother encouraged it, because of course she thinks you're rather lonely. after all, you've never brought a man home! she just doesn't know it's because your uncle would find a way to make his murder as cruel as possible... :(

"'m not even interested in him," you have to breathe through your mouth, squeezing around sukunas fingers which are still stalled inside of you. "he asked me out. i said no. i can't... i can't be with other guys now that i have you."

there's silence. you know your uncle doesn't like that sappy shit. he's the type to fuck you rough and mean and leave you shaking just to throw a teasing 'love you' over his shoulder as he's leaving, just to watch your eyes widen as you stand between your oblivious parents. but you also know that he's possessive. that he'll do anything he can to stake his claim on you, though because of the secrecy of your relationship that usually means inhibiting your ability to sit down without wincing for a week.

"what, you think i'm your boyfriend or something?" his fingers start up again, making your pussy squelch as he thrusts them into you at a newer, meaner pace. "got some news for you about our relationship, brat."

"no i know," you gasp as he curls his fingers up again. you're so close, so fucking close it hurts. you're digging your nails into his leg though he doesn't seem to mind at all. "still. don't want anyone else... fuuuuck, uncle sukuna, right there, please.."

you think he laughs. or maybe moans as you definitely break skin with how hard you're digging into him. he speeds up, starts rubbing your needy little clit in fast circles until you're trying to keep quiet when your orgasm crashes over you.

"look at you, talking bout boys when you can't even last with two of my fingers inside this little cunt. fucking pathetic."

he pulls his fingers out just to sharply pinch your clit before moving you to better sit on his strong lap. "i'll drive you to classes tomorrow."

you're a little too stupid from your orgasm to get his point. "what?"

"no one knows i'm your uncle. hell, you hardly knew me yourself til i started showing up. i'll drive you, walk you in, show everyone you're spoken for."

"am i spoken for?"

"tch. don't play fuckin' dumb."

♱ ‧₊˚. X MARKS THE SPOT ꒰ jjk men + nsfw twt visuals + accompanying drabbles ꒱ nsfw — mdni, f!reader, yuuji [oral + fingering (f!rec), squirting, hair pulling, begging, mindbreak], megumi [missionary, vanilla sex, dacryphilia], gojo [dry humping, teasing, premature ejaculation, petnames (doll, baby)], toji [gunplay, degradation, dirty talk, use of "whore"], sukuna [breeding, creampie, implied overstim, mindbreak]. part two coming with the rest of the jjk men soon. also, recs for twt accounts inclusive of all skin tones and sizes would be so appreciated ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆

yuuji itadori. he doesn't think he can go a day without eating you out; his slick-coated lips kissing and sucking on your clit while two of his fingers quirk against that one precious spot inside you that he knows will have you spilling all over his face in no time. he can't get enough of the way you tug on his pink locks, the heels of your feet digging into his shoulder blades. what he loves the most, though, is your voice. it's whiny and needy and so, so cute. he's not exactly sure what you're begging him for— but neither do you; the feeling of his hot mouth attacking your cunny and his fingers scissoring themselves against your walls is enough to have you speaking in tongues.

megumi fushiguro. he always fucks you like this— slowly, intimately, lovingly every time he returns home from a mission. breaths mingled, limbs intertwined and clouded eyes blurring the line between love and lust. he swallows the murmured "i love you's" that you leave on his lips, the weight of your words travelling straight to his cock. a hand runs through your hair as he catches the tears that fall onto the apples of your cheeks with his own, a familiar warmth flooding his chest from how loved you make him feel. he always fucks you like this— a sound reminder that at the end of the day, no matter what, he's always going to come back home to you.

toji fushiguro. he loves the thrill of fucking you with his gun. loves to hear the shakiness in your moans when he eases the barrel into your slick cunny— loves the way you cover your face from the embarrassment brought on from how much this turns you on, when you know it shouldn't. he laughs when the front side slides up against that one squishy spot inside you that has your thighs squeezing around his hand; he's sucking and kissing all over your neck, his baritone voice ringing through your ear, pushing you closer and closer to your high, "look at how you're gushin' all over my glock— does it turn you on that much? haha, you filthy fuckin' whore."

satoru gojo. he's a tease most of the time, but he won't deny how much it turns him on when you flip the switch on him. his jaw falls slack when you grind down on his hard dick while wearing those shorts of yours that he loves so much; every drag of your clothed cunny over his length making the fire in the pit of his stomach burn brighter. his laboured groans of "you're killin' me, doll," only make you grind down harder, coaxing moan after moan from him. he's quick to cum— making a mess as he spills his thick seed all over your ass; but he's back to being hard again as soon as he spots your slick leaking through the fabric of your shorts, "looks like it's my turn now, baby."

ryoumen sukuna. he fucks you with the sole purpose of filling your womb up to the brim with his cum. he despises the thought of having even a single minuscule droplet of his seed going to waste, but those thoughts leave his head as soon as he catches sight of it oozing out of your spoiled cunny. his cum is potent; thick, and creamy, and warm, and he feels himself getting hard again from admiring your fucked out state. he's quick to line up his dick a third, fourth, maybe even fifth time at your entrance, sliding into it with ease. insatiable, is what he is— fucking you full until his balls are emptied and you're reduced to nothing but a dumb, babbling mess beneath him.

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