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lucikittyxoxo · 7 months

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Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan Kibutsuji xf!reader; Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, Sanemi Shinazugawa (mention to past relationship between Sanemi and Kanae and Sanemi and the f!reader), Shinobu Kocho, Tomioka Giyuu (mention to sexual intercourse between Tomioka and Shinobu); Daki, Enmu (mention to sexual intercourse between Douma and Enmu), Kokushibo.

Warnings: implied and explicit reference to sexual contents, language, angst, threats, mourning, unhealthy habits, murderous intents, possible reference to social anxiety and difficulties in coping with fame, jealousy, violent arguments, wax play;

Plot: your face is on the magazines, on the social media and everyone is wondering who is the mysterious girl Muzan has helped after the embarrassing incovience at the park. The Slayers, under the command of Yoriichi, gather in their headquarters and Sanemi deals with ghosts from the past and the present. Trying to cope with your new life as the future President’s love interest, you meet two new bodyguards, Enmu and Daki. Jealousy and wrath ignite a spark between you and the Sixth in command and insults are thrown in the kitchen. In the meanwhile, Muzan lets you know that he cannot attend a dinner he had planned with you.

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THE SLAYERS.

"Oh, look at this!" a pink-haired girl chimed, her big doe green eyes twinkling, as she settled a newspaper on the coffee table in front of her. The action caused her colleagues to switch their attention on her, subtle eyes scrutinizing the first page of the morning paper.

They were surprised to see you, their main target, bending down in the middle of the park as you puked on Muzan Kibutsuji's shoes. Was it intentional? Judging by your expression, it did not look like you had planned that. You were clearly embarrassed and Muzan seemed to be slightly perplexed, as he helped you up.

Apparently, he had made his first move. He had made the world see him as a caring man and he had just set up a basis for your relationship to develop under the sunlight.

"Did he poison her on purpose to make her barf?" Basilisk flatly asked, furrowing his brows as he poured himself a glass of cognac.

"He doesn't need to poison her to make her do it..." Whirlwind bitterly retorted, averting his eyes from the newspaper in irritation. You were still beautiful, too kind and loving to be stained by Muzan, or someone like him anyway. Maybe, you had saved your soul when two broke up, but you were ending up selling it to the devil himself now.

Unacceptable. It was sick. He was sick of it.

"Ah, come on, he is hot! There's no need to lie about it" Desire replied, cocking her head to the side as she blushed a little at the sight of the Politician and his charming smile. It was just in her nature. There was a reason why she was always sent to seduce men, after all. She knew how to play her cards right and she was a siren herself.

Basilisk's upper lip twitched and he turned around not to face them, his feet feathing against the polished marble floor of the majestic Ubuyashiki's basement. It irked him how deeply she could upset him with her frivolous comments. She made him lose his composure easily and that was illogical.

In the corner of the room, Belladonna brushed her lips against Wave's jaw. Her purple eyes half-lidded as she sighed at his lack of reaction. No matter how hard she tried to pull the strings of his heart, he never let her in, he never gave her more than a night together. Even among the bedsheets, though, he always seemed cold, distant, as if he was just fulfilling a duty.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked him, shifting her position to straddle his lap.

The dark-haired man rested his hands on her hips, his grip tightening a little to keep her in place. His body was there, sitting on the leather sofa, letting Shinobu distract him a bit, but his mind was far away. His mind was pestered with imagines of the time you two spent together during the past years.

"Nothing. — he shortly replied, his ocean blue eyes flicking up to meet her sharp gaze — I should be the one to ask you that. Get off. Are you a nymphomaniac?" he said, causing her to scoff and jump back on her feet.

She knew he thought about someone else. She knew he was thinking about another girl, even when he reached his climax into her. Who was she? Who was that girl and how could she be better than her? She did not deserve his attention. Why could he not love her? If that girl was a problem, she was going to get rid of her.

You, the girl who bewitched him, was destined to fall by her hand. Or so she thought.

"Funny how your head was buried between my legs last night and now you accuse me of being a pervert" she fired back, whipping her head to the side and hastily leaving the living room. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor echoed through the room and caught the eyes of the other Slayers. There was tension in the air, the typical atsmosphere of anticipation that took breaths away during an incoming meeting.

Shinobu ignored them, her tiny hand resting on the hilt of her katana hanging on her left hip. She was too agitated to take part to the reunion. Their Master had not arrived yet and the Head of their organization was not around either. She would have called sick, making sure to send the comunication before the meeting started.

As she crossed the room, a gust of wind on her left whipped her face, causing her purple bangs to sway around her visage. She froze solid, her eyes widening even so slightly as his intense cologne pierced her nostrils. No one wore that essence, no one was that fast and capable of masterly covering up his presence. The sharpe edge of the sword punctured the tender flesh of her throat and she swallowed forcefully, not daring to move a single muscle.

"Are you already leaving, Kocho Shinobu?" he asked softly, calling her by her full name despite their strict rule to communicate by using their code names.

Silence took ever the entire room. No one spoke and she could swear the only audible sound was her heavy breath.

"No" she merely replied, closing her eyes as she awaited for him to remove the blade from her neck and he did, glancing down at her with a friendly smile. It was genuine, nevertheless. Everybody feared him for his lethality, but Sun was not a bad person. He could easily switch from his cold, apparently stern attitude at work, to the caring and lively one of his true nature in a nick of time.

As Shinobu turned back around and bowed her head as a sign of respect, he gestured for her to join her comrades again and strode towards the coffee table to grasp the newspaper and showing it to his subordinates.

"The photos are authentic. I was there. He had probably made up a plan to make their encounter seem a coincidence but he did not harm her in any way" the man said, inspecting the photo for a several seconds, before folding the paper and handing it back to a blushing Desire.

"How do you know that?" the pink-haired girl asked, leaning forwards and biting her lower lip in curiosity. Her shirt was barely containing her prosperous breasts and her actions made everyone fear the button was going to pop open and hit someone's eye.

"What a cat in heat..." Shinobu commented under her breath, shooting a scornful glance at her colleague.

Luckily, no one had heard her and Yoriichi smiled at the boisterous female slayer "She got a panic attack. Now, I need to have a word with Whirlwind. You are all dismissed. I will make sure to contact you later for more details about our next moves" he instructed them, darting his eyes on Sanemi as he grimaced at the tall man's request.

Murmurs spread around, as everybody left the room without objection and the two men stared intensely into each others eyes. The white-haired slayer knew exactly what his Captain wanted to talk about. The matter had left him wide-awake all night long. He was not in the mood to talk about it, but he did not have much of a choice in the matter.

"He told you about yesterday, didn't he?" Yoriichi started, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black trousers as he watched Sanemi loll his head back against the backrest in distress.

"Yeah, he did" he tiredly replied, his violet irises clouding over as he darted his eyes on the white ceiling.

"If you want to take some days off, it's fine".

"No. I wouldn't rest anyway. I better focus on this shit and on killing people. It's the only thing I am good at" Sanemi stated, his raspy voice holding a bitter undertone that left no room for doubts. He was on the verge of going on a killing spree. A failure, he felt like a failure. Every single time someone needed him, he was not there, he never made it in time.

"Don't say that and I am hereby forced to order you to desist from whatever you are thinking of doing now" Yoriichi calmly said, his deep maroon eyes almost boring holes into Sanemi's ones. He could see the scenery playing on the other slayer's mind. Blood, blood staining his clothes as he tried to avenge the poeple he lost, the people he could not protect in the past.

But they both knew that the hand holding a blade on Muzan's neck was always going to be Yoriichi's one.

No one else could do it.

"Fuck off" Sanemi retorted, trying to stand up from the couch but Yoriichi pushed him back with a simple shove of his hand.

"It's a suicidal mission and I won't let you do that out of rage" the Head of the Slayer firmly asserted, the volume of his voice high now as it boomed through the silent living room.

"Why? Why do you care about me? I am a shitty brother and I have been an even worse lover! I never do anything right! Let me do something good for once, let me do it! Let me kill each every fucking Moon, until I can die by his hand. I promise I will do it. Just... Just let me try!" Sanemi Shinazugawa snapped in the end, tears burning in his eyes as he let his emotions out for ones.

His eyes were bloodshot and Yoriichi could smell the dispair and sorrow in his words. Out of everyone, Whirlwind was the only Slayer who had never cried or showed a shred of empathy in front of the dead bodies of an enemy or a colleague. He had not said a single word, when he broke into the headquarters in the dead of the night, holding Kanae's body in his arms.

His tears were not there. His heart too. Long forgotten under a sheet of ice, forgotten because crying only meant being weak and let the enemy win.

"Since Peony is gone, you haven't been the same. Her death has damaged you" Yoriichi observed, sitting next to him and propping his forearms on his knees as he stared at an indefinite point ahead of him.

He could not stop blaming himself for all of this. If that night he had not failed, Muzan would have been dead and no tears were going to be spilled anymore. Regrets and remorses devoured him from the inside both day and night.

"Not as much as her absence did" Sanemi uttered then, running his calloused fingers through his spiky, white hair as he tried to take back some control.

And, although none of them dared to say that name, they both knew Sanemi Shinazugawa was talking about you. The silence that follower spoke volumes.

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You were laying face down on the pillow, secured between the luxurious walls of your bedroom. You did not have the guts to face Muzan and the others after your small performance yesterday. Your phone was blowing up with notifications from people you knew, asking questions and trying to understand what exactly had happened between you and the high-flying politician.

You had opted from turning them off, eventually. You could not answer anyway and seeing those pictures was truly embarrassing. You were supposed to have dinner with him that night, but you were not really in the mood for it and you almost felt guilty about your behavior. Muzan had not acted hostile towards you, not even when he was forced to throw his shoes in the trash can and send Kokushibo to buy him a new pair, as you two waited in the car.

You had pretended to be asleep then, barely answering his questions about how you were feeling and if you needed something.

"I am forever going to be remembered as the vomiting First Lady" you breathed out, rolling over the bed as you realized that hiding away forever was not going to erase the folk memory.

Therefore, you jumped on your feet and got ready to go out. After you were done wearing your shoes, you hesitantly opened the door of your room and walked down the corridor. You were supposed to buy yourself something for the night. Muzan had told you there was not a budget for your shopping sprees and that you could pick anything you liked. You felt like a spoiled brat and it pained you a little bit, but a simple expensive dress would have not made him cry for days on his bank account.

As you walked into the living room, you spotted Kokushibo and two people you had never seen before. One of them was a beautiful girl around your age, her long, dark eyelashes jarred against her straight, long white hair tied up in a high ponytail. Her irises were green, matching with the tips of her hair.

Could she possibly be Daki? Was it her the girl your soon to be husband favored before you?

Next to her, there was a man with a dark brown bob and some fuchsia strands decorating the back of his head. His eyes were almost enchanting, a bright turquoise shade that captivated your gaze. A bizarre couple, indeed and you cleared your throat to catch their attention.

"Hi..." you greeted them, folding your arms against your chest as you felt their gazes trailing on you immediately.

Kokushibo, who was polishing his katana, straightened his back and sheathed the shiny blade back into its scabber as soon as you opened your mouth. He was impeccable as per usual.

"Daki, Enmu, she's—" he said, but he was cut off by the resentful sigh of the sixth in command.

You did not fail to notice how she narrowed her green eyes at you and scowled, eyeing you up and down as if you were the cause of the climate change. There was no doubt about it. She hated you. It was hate at first sight!

"Muzan's new branded toy. I suppose he needs to check his sight... It's clearly deteriorated" Daki snippily said, pursuing her lips in contempt.

If she had chose violence, then you were not going to disappoint her. You were not offended. How could you be, when all she was good at was probably just pleasuring men? Therefore, you smiled faintly and let her words sink in.

"If am correct, you must be his hole. Sorry, I meant to say that you were his hole. Nice to meet you" you blurted out, not even considering your choice of words as you stared daggers at her.

Enmu giggled and clasped his hand over his mouth as the girl stiffened and walked up towards you. She did not seem much of a threat and you felt confident enough to stand tall in front of her. What could she even do? You would have loved to see her try to lay a finger on you. Kokushibo would have probably chopped her manicured hand off, before she even had time to raise her fist.

You two did not share another word. Actually, you had silently agreed to throw hands. She tried to reach for the the whip on her belt, but Kokushibo stepped in between you two and shielded you from the raging, self-proclaimed prom queen about to hit you.

"Apologize" the first in command lowly said, not even glancing at Daki, as he rested his hand on the hilt of his katana.

The girl scoffed and took a step back, before turning around and leaving the room without a word. You did not expect much from her and, honestly, it was about time that you two met and tried to get at each others throats. Nakime had truly made you hate her even before you had the chance to cross paths.

Yet, why did you hate her so much? She had all the reasons to loath you. But what about you? Muzan had agreed to court you, but he was not in love with you yet and, although you were slowly and inevitably falling into the web he was weaving around you, could you honestly tell you loved him? Things were changing. Your feelings were changing, nurtured among strawberries, kisses and glances that lingered into your eyes for longer than you expected.

"My, my... I think I haven't seen her that upset since Douma accidentally set fire to her Gucci bag" Enmu chimed in, propping his chin on the palm of his hand as he eyed you in sympathy.

You glanced at him, a small smile curling your lips as you relaxed a bit and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear "How did it even happen?" you curiously asked, only to be left speechless by his answer.

"Oh, the thing was that Douma and I had chosen her bedroom for experimenting wax playing! A thing lead to another and the flame of the candle—..." he never got to finish his story, because Kokushibo grasped your wrist and interjected.

"Enough. You need to buy a dress" he punctuated, causing a yelp to leave your lips as you started to laugh for the first time after the messy scene at the park. Enmu. You liked Enmu.

As you stumbled out of the living room, a blushing Kokushibo dragging you down the corridor, you did not lose your chance to shout a reply at the Seventh in command "Enmu, let's go out for lunch tomorrow! I need details!".

Kokushibo sighed, pushing the metallic button of the elevator as he pinched the bridge of his nose in distress "God, have mercy..." he uttered, realizing that, out of all the things he had done for Muzan, dealing with you was probably the hardest task ever.

Maybe, as you strolled by his side at the mall, trying on various dresses, asking for advices, he could think of a good way to cheer you up at the restaurant too. Why? Because you would have been forced to attend the dinner with Kokushibo.

You had not heard your phone buzz in your purse, you were too busy struggling to unzip a dress, but your fiancé had just sent you a message.

MUZAN: I can't attend our dinner. I promise I'll make it up to you this weekend. The reservation is still valid, have fun with Kokushibo.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! A promise is a promise and here I am with another chapter of my main work. I am sorry for having kind of neglected my updates for “Guilty pleasure” here on Tumblr, but it gets hard keeping up with everything at times❤️

Likes, comments and re-posts are appreciated!

Until next,

x o x o

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lucikittyxoxo · 7 months

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⋆༺𓆩𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙈𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙅𝙅𝙆 𝙈𝙚𝙣 𓆪༻⋆

18+ Only - Minors DNI Kinks: Boob job, Riding, Edging, Sadism/Darcryphilla, Overstimulation, Double Penetration/Cockwarming A/N: So I am a flop and I went out this weekend and now I have homework to do so I couldn't finish my first Kinktober fic on time but hopefully by this Weds! I did want to post SOMETHING for the 1st day of Kinktober so I hope this suffices! This isn't officially apart of my Kinktober Thrilling Ghouls & Smooth Criminals but will add this to the bottom of the list as a bonus! WK: 2k Song Inspo: Monster - Lady Gaga (slightly) Slightly black fem coded but no descriptors

Edit 10/1: I decided I can't post a fic without a graphic and whipped one up!

Enjoy!

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Gojo: Tittyfucking

He might be one of the most powerful sorcerers ever and fight curses more terrifying than anything a Hollywood writer can imagine but that doesn’t mean he still isn’t going to scream like a bitch at the tinniest jump scare.

You watch horror movies with your boyfriend Gojo so he can comfort you but you end up being the one holding on to him.

You suspect at times though he plays it up a bit, just so he can lay his head on your soft tits and rub his face in between them when a “scary part” comes on.

Your suspicions are confirmed when his hands slip up your shirt and pushes up your bra to cup your tits.

“Aw come, on babe let me just play with them a little– they’re like stress balls.” This always results in him somehow convincing you to let him straddle you. Gojo is placing his already-dripping-and-hard cock between your tits even before half the movie is over. “Aw, come on pretty girl, I’m so close! Open up that tight little mouth for me wide like you scream when a scary part comes on.” He groans out as he fucks himself between your soft tiddies. “You mean the way you scream Satoru!?” you retort rolling your eyes. Clearly you haven't learned much Gojo thinks. Your slick mouth gets you into trouble frequently with him and you are quickly silenced when he reaches back and shoves 3 long fingers in your dripping cunt. Your pussy tightens as his fingers continue to bully themselves deeper thrusting in time with his hips into your breasts. AHHH! SHIIIIIIIT TORU, F-FUCK! “No sweet girl, I mean the way you screamed just now.” Gojo says smugly taking advantage of your scream to bust ropes of his hot seed on your tongue.

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Nanami: Riding

Nanami loves to do things you like to do to make you happy. He even will sit through one of your trashy horror movies without complaint.

Although he might end up reading a novel or the paper after 15-20 minutes, he will never miss a chance to give you reassuring kisses to the temple or a rub on your lower back whenever you get scared.

However you can’t watch horror movies with him because you are actually the one always distracted by him.

The way his handsome face looks utterly uninterested in the movie other than an arched brow on occasion but still is still sitting here for you and even makes sure to take care of you is too sexy to you.

So sexy you slowly become less interested in whatever the hell you were watching and more needy for him to pay attention to you.

This always results with you bouncing in his lap midway through. “What about your monster movie Y/N?” Nanami questions you amused. His voice has an air teasing concern. Your mouth goes slack as drool and moans spill from your lips, you can’t form a reply. You just lean to bury your head into his neck wrapping your arms around him to hold on. When you tire yourself like this, Nanami assists in you riding him as his hands grip your soft waist. He brings you up to his tip almost pulling out of you completely before he forcibly drives you further back down onto his dick. You bottom out on him every time your hips come down on his lap. “Nothing more monstrous than Daddy’s cock stretching this tight cunt full, isn't that right doll?” Nanami coos in your ear.

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Toji: Edging

Yeah you’ve just gotten to the point where you don’t even put on a movie to watch when Toji is over.

His attention span for it is zero as nothing scares his ass ever so the opening credits aren’t even over before he already has his hand down your pants.

Toji lazily plays with your clit and teases your pussy with his fingers while you try and fail miserably to ignore him enough to watch your movie.

You pouted at him as you really wanted to watch your favorite horror movie tonight!

However by the 20 minute mark you are now begging him to let you come.

“Nah, baby see this is the good part.” Toji says, smirking into the back of your neck. Toji has not a single fucking clue what’s happening in the movie he just wants to teach you a lesson. He sucks on the back of your neck hard enough to leave a mark, making you moan. However, you are still left unsatisfied. Just when you think the burning between your legs will consume you he resumes digging his thick fingers into your guts. Toji knows your insides so well he knows how your pussy feels the moment before your body will release sweet toe-curling-bliss and his hands come to a complete stop again. “Daddy, Puh-leaseee!” You beg with tears in your eyes as you lean your head back to pout at him. You grab the hand in your cunt to try to force him to move again to no avail. “Not a chance, brat. You wanted to watch this shitty ass movie so bad. So we are going to watch the entire fucking thing before I let you come Y/N.” "What are we even watching– " Toji grabs the remote and the overlay pops up. "Oh Alien? Yeah, you picked a long one this time slut, buckle up."

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Choso: Overstimulation

Choso’s edgy emo ass is more than happy to watch horror movies with you.

However due to his curse abilities, Choso is constantly pointing out the technical feasibility of the movie so much it ruins it for you.

Don't let it be a slasher movie as Choso is non-stop critiquing “That blood spray pattern isn’t realistic” and “Did you know you could lose up to 40% of your blood.”

You end up being so annoyed with your forensic encyclopedia boyfriend him you grab his face to kiss him in order to stop his ranting.

Choso ends up repentant as the death painter comes to the realization he forgot himself again and ends up spoiling yet another scary movie for you.

Choso hates upsetting his princess so he always ends up trying to make it up to you. Truly, just shutting the hell up and watching the movie would be enough but you. Yet that wasn’t good enough repentance for Choso and as a result you ended up face down on the sofa while he ate you out from the back. A true munch to the core this man was a messy eater. Tongue, lips, nose all up your cunt. Slurping, lapping, nibbling– Choso kept his face in your pussy slurping up your juices like he hadn’t consumed any liquid in days. He once remarked your pussy tasted more refreshing than water. You would wonder when the man even took time for a breath if he didn’t have you squirting to the point of overstimulation, your legs shaking. “Keep those hips up Y/N baby, I’m not done apologizing.” He slaps your ass and is so transfixed by how your pussy dribbles out a lil more squirt he does it again, returning his mouth to your cunt to suck out more fluids. “FuckFuck I- F-uck… I f-forgive you C-Choso damnit -OH!,” you babbled and came on his tongue again for the umpteenth time that night. "That's it baby, keep being messy on my face yeah? Let me show that nasty lil slit how sorry I am, 'kay?" Completely pussy drunk Choso sounded deranged. This man was going to completely dehydrate you before the night was over.

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Geto: Sadism/Darcryphilla

Geto is probably the easiest one to watch horror movies with by far. He actually is amused by them and how bad they all are.

He will let you lay reclined on him and run his fingers through your hair absentmindedly giving you a scalp massage.

The big problem here though is that your squeals and yelps of fear make his dick throb.

Even better if you get so scared there's tears that start falling. He wont be able to stop his hard dick from straining against the fabric of his pants.

Geto loves to hear you cry out so much that if the movie isn’t scary enough he had been so inclined on occasion to release a relatively harmless, yet gruesome looking, curse to pop up behind the TV. He would wait for a suspenseful part to really give you a fright and start the waterworks.

Although as much as he loves the sound of your cries there’s a sound he loves even more.

“F-Fuck, you hear her princess?” Geto is ruthless when he is pussydrunk and he makes you hold your legs wider for better access as he roughly splits open your cunt in a mating press. Your pussy is a gooey mess as you cream around him from what has to be the 5th time that night. In your own cockdrunk stupor you wonder how long he has been pumping into you and filling you up now. Is the movie over? But you can’t see anything as his long hair and dark robes dangle open around you. You also can’t hear anything except for the obscene squelch of fluids gushing out of your cunt. All you can do is hold your legs and take Geto’s assault on your body until he had his fill of you. “Sugu–” you sobbed in protest but he cut you off. “Shhh, Y/N quiet while she’s talking to me–” He reaches down grabbing your soaked and discarded panties before balling them up. Geto pushed them into your mouth, muffling your cries as thick tears seeped down your face. “Awe, baby I love you, but I only want to hear from her right now. Shit, this filthy pussy is a real scream queen.”

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Sukuna: Double Penetration/Cockwarming

Yeah he is straight up the worst to watch with.

He will most definitely ridicule you and make you feel like an idiot when you ask him to watch a scary movie of all things with you.

“Oh my ditzy little slut wants to see something scary?” No, you remind him you do NOT want to find some random sorcerers just to see just how quickly and in how many different ways his Malevolent Shrine domain could kill someone.

If you pout enough though he eventually relent. On his terms.

Sukuna lets you know if you get what you want, he gets what he wants too.

What does Sukuna want? He wants you double stuffed and dumb on his cocks, of course. Your cunt and your ass are both stretched to their limits from his huge twin cocks in his True Form. Sukuna tells you mockingly long as you kept sitting nice pretty for him, he would watch the movie with you. “Hmmmrghhhh”, you moan as your eyes roll back into your head and your body trembles. It’s hard to even breathe when you are this full of him. You feel as if his dicks are reaching up into your throat as you choke for air. Winded from just sitting on him, the gravity alone had you cockdrunk on him almost instantly as you felt his four hands everywhere along your body. You gasp out loud when you hear him laugh and the hardy vibrations from his chest travel straight into your pussy. You to clench and cream around his cocks. Not even his huge cocks could plug you up enough to keep from dripping a big giant wet spot onto your sofa that he definitely wont be helping you clean up later. “HA! Brat, you see that fucking loser who cried ‘I’ll never leave you’ then his head flew off two seconds later? What a dumbfuck.” Scary movies were like comedies to The King of Curses. He slaps your thigh for emphasis. Sukuna is both equally entertained by how stupid the movies humans called 'horror' are as well as you trying to keep from blacking out on his cocks. An hour in, you were doing so well he smirked. “Brat!” Sukuna growled when you didn’t answer him. You were supposed to be watching the fucking movie. “Come on slut, pay attention" he taps your cheek (lighter than you expect) as you gurgle back in response, completely gone. "Don't cry so hard for me to watch next time brat if y'er gonna tap out like this just from sitting on some cocks.”

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FREAK IN THE SHEETS toji fushiguro

SUMMARY: toji finds a new apartment finally after getting abruptly fired, despite someone already living there. yet that’s when he stumbled upon you, a pretty young ghost woman.

CONTENT: lady k and the sick man au, f! ghost reader, reader’s 20+, manhandling, breeding, full nelson, mating press, praise, degradation, face riding, dumbification, first time squirt, finger sucking, impact play, overstim, toji is a bum lol, corruption, reader is touch starved (pet names: pretty/little girl, sweetheart, baby)

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

NOTE: plz show in the TAGS. based off lady k and the sick man but if u haven’t read that u can read this blindly <3 p-pls

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Toji who’d recently gotten laid off from his job, then shortly after— he’d gotten evicted from his own home, his life was in shambles, and couldn’t keep a single job for more than a week— it was no surprise, he was a lazy man.

Although, he finds a house that seemed to be vacant and empty, within a blink of an eye, he moves in— at first wondering it was some sort of trick, this house being so vulnerable and welcoming, yet he pays no mind to it, plopping down near the fat cushioned sofa— crossing his arms before letting off a sigh, pondering to himself quietly as he bounced his thigh before he turns once he hears the slightest bit of shuffling.

“Huh . . ” He grumbles, yet that’s when he sees you, sitting near the cupboard— wearing some old white gown, and his darkened thin black eyebrows furrow once his eyes trail towards your lap, you sat on your knees— slightly cocking your head to the side and Toji was about to speak before you clumsily fall— landing on his hardened chest, and he breaks your fall, landing with a raspy oof.

You stare at Toji— and he stares back at you, although, as you’re laid on his chest, he looks down to see the gown you wore exposed, showing your thighs— and you had no panties underneath, your fingers were coated with some sort of sheeny slick and he raises his eyebrows before humming cockily.

“Were you just playin’ with yourself . . ?”

“. . N-no,” you stammered in a quiet voice— and you definitely were, there was no denying it, nevermind that— you cleared your throat, staring at the bulky toned man. “Who are you?”

“Your new neighbor,” he slyly responds, his voice had a mere rasp to it— his entire demeanor, his body language— the way his hands just dug into the empty pockets of his black worn down sweatpants, it was sexy. Without a doubt this man was attractive— the near smug expression he gave you was almost enough to make you start to throb. “Fushiguro, Toji,” he uttered in a low tone— and he teasingly bends down— going towards your level, your eyes spot the scarred beige colored scar that was slanted across the right side of his lip. “I think we’re gonna get along just fine, pretty girl.”

And Toji’s experiences with living with you— a pretty ghost, was . . tame so to speak. He managed to find and hold down a job for sometime— a part time job, you’d just lounge around at the house. You had a rather bland life, technically speaking, you were just . . there. Existing. A lifeless soul, a pure spirit even.

There was nothing relatively interesting happening between the two of you— until one day, Toji returns from home during the middle of the night. He figured you’d be asleep like you usually were— you’d spend countless hours, knocked out into a deep slumber but this night— you were doing much more than sleeping.

You were touching yourself. Again.

On Toji’s side of the bed too— the both of you shared a bed, there was only one in the house, yet it wasn’t much of an issue— it was comfortable and very much king sized.

So it’s to Toji’s surprise to walk in and see you, pretty legs sprawled out near the sheets— fingers curled and stuffed deep into your pussy, whining out Toji’s name on constant repeat.

“. . . Ohhh,” Toji mutters, and he sees the immediate embarrassment overtake your face, a cute attempt to shield yourself with the thick velvet covers and he walks towards you— the very soles of his shoes clanking against the hard wooden floor. “Is this what you do when I’m not here, sweetheart? Play with yourself,” and it’s in the mere form of a question before he cockily tilts his head— clicking his tongue with a slow playful head shake. “. . . Heh, and you’re not even doing it right either. Poor baby.”

“. . . I- I thought you wouldn’t be here until the morning.” You stammer, trying to change the subject— and he slips off his shoes, slightly twisting his neck to the side to stretch— before getting into the bed, and his eyes immediately glance down at your lap. Yet that‘s when you sit up from your current position— a near pout on your face. “. . Toji.”

He’s staring openly, watching your own fingers remain in your lap and he hums, growing amused for a moment before chuckling lowly. “Yeah?” And his voice pitched— it was low, husky and not to mention insanely attractive.

Toji’s taken aback once you grab onto his hand, you lie back against the plump pillows, somewhat guiding his hand from your chest until it reaches lower— and lower— and lower, until it’s between your legs, and his eyebrows slightly raise, watching your body tremble from his contact before you whine. “I need you to touch me.”

“You . . . need?” He grins, repeating your pathetic words, such haughtiness on his facial expressions, as irksome as it was, just a simple gesture as that made you throb through your thin silk white panties. “You don’t need shit, you want my touch. How cute.”

“Fine—” You spat back, and it made him smile, seeing you grow irritated, agitated at the least— biting down on your lip, the warmness of his hand was nearly enough to make you moan before Toji snatches his hand back.

“I wanna do more than just touch you, little girl,” he mutters, viridescent eyes maintaining such eye contact, Toji’s voice pitches deeply in the slightest, and at first you’re confused by what he was saying.

But of course, you found out exactly what Toji meant, by sitting right on his face— staring down at him— Toji returns the stare, and he starts slow, making your thighs shiver and quake underneath him, he’s creating sloppy kisses against the very print of your panties— your padded cunt brushes against the faint stubble on his chin.

Toji found it cute the way your legs jittered a bit, just barely hovering over his mouth before he dragged a tongue down your slit, staring at you with half-lidded eyes before muttering in a raspy, “Awww. Don’t be shy, lay it all on me, girl. Sit, sit.”

You intake a breath, replying with a tiny, “O-Okay,” and once you plop down on his face, giving a moment to adjust, a coy frisky grin pressed against his lips— and Toji wastes no time, using the soft pad of his thumb to rub against your underwear, sucking on it for a few brief seconds before moving it aside— and you let off a mere sweet mewl, feeling his lips latch onto your pussy.

Your taste, it was sugary— just a few seconds and Toji was hooked, it got him hard, hearing your whiney noises reverberate and bounce across the thin walls— you were far more sensitive than any average human, and that only made him crave you anymore— he’s just sloppy, one hand gripped onto your thigh as you watch his tongue create such erotic movements, the pace had your lip quivering and your thighs already clenching.

“Pull—” he grumbles, his mouth was full— full of your sweetened flavor, his stubble just tickles against your cunt and you moaned, your hips having a mind of its own— to where you’re riding his face now, and the tip of Toji’s nose brushes against your folds, making you whimper. “Pull on my hair for me.”

You complied willingly, rummaging your shaky fingers into his hair— smooth locks getting tangled within your hands, you gave him a soft tug and he grunted from it— your hips were unsteady, moving against his mouth at such a tottering rhythm.

“Harder.” He groans, and your eyes nearly start to roll— hearing him let off such salacious noises with just and only his tongue, making sure to not miss a single spot, Toji’s tongue was brutal— it’s got your mind running laps, nearly sending you to such a euphoric state— you were so sensitive, touch starved, even him brushing his fingertips against your cold hallowed skin, was perhaps enough to make you make a mess on his face.

“T—Toji,” you’d sniffle, rutting your hips again and again against his face, by now— he was practically nose deep, the very tip part swiping against your cunt, he grunts lowly once you give his dirty strands a harder yank— and his slick runs down his chin, and it’s sexy, Toji has to take a second to breathe, he swallows, and you shiver— hearing him spit on your pussy before dragging a thumb down the opening only to go straight back into sucking. “. . Toji— Toji, I f-feel like—”

A smile tugs against his lips, giving your folds a sweet kiss— laying his tongue flat against your pussy, and he’s just so filthy— yet doesn’t care, Toji eats you out as he’s been starved for weeks, hasn’t had a proper good meal since— since between your legs. “You gonna cum, yeah?” He mumbles, his long lashes close for a moment— feeling your hips just buck and writhe against him, and you’re getting him hard— he groans, reaching a hand down to touch himself, he’s hard . . a boner was visible through his sweats, and he wanted more.

You nod, your bottom lip just quivering— it was adorable, yet pathetic in the slightest, the way you had both hands holding onto Toji’s hair, riding his face— his eyelids were immensely low, sensually flicking the very tip of his tongue against your clit, making you mewl out a sweet whimper. “Y-Yeahhh.”

Toji’s just so mean though— he makes you wait until he’s done feasting, which lasts about a good ten minutes. He likes seeing you a total dumb mess, all from his tongue— babbling, sputtering, stammering out such incoherent whined and cries to just let you cum—each time he feels your hips slow against your mouth, he brings a mean spank to your pussy, making you moan—

Just twitching and hovering over his pink damped lips. After a few seconds, he finally lets you— and you’re just stupid, your cute abrupt orgasm that he elicits from the back of your throat with such ease makes him grin. “T—Toji,” is all you kept repeating as if that was only a word embedded into your brain, in such a state— your life nearly flashes before your eyes, which is ironic considering— what . . . life?

“. . Mhmmm, that’s a good girl,” he’d purr, and his words would just deliver in a way to where it immediately made you throb and pulsate— how embarrassing. Toji sits up, and he just slouches against the pillows before humming. “Come give me a kiss.”

You whined, crawling between his legs, and you placed your lips against his— Toji snakes a hand around your waist, and immediately, your tongue went across his soft sweetened lips, you moaned at the sheer thought of tasting yourself on his tongue right after he’d just ate you out— it was so filthy.

That annoying cocky smirk never left his lips, and you whimpered— feeling a rough hand of Toji’s grab onto your ass, you still wore your usual long white gown, yet all he did was just slide it up, grabbing a handful of your ass before spanking you as he kissed you— it was sexy, especially hearing him lowly grunt in your mouth.

Toji grunts, feeling you get handsy— you’re clumsy and your hand falls onto his crotch area, and he grabs your hand, making you feel his bulge before he breaks the kiss— glistening strings of spit departing.

“You’re so damn needy,” he grumbles, and he lets your hands roam— digging into his sweatpants, Toji just watches with a dumb smug grin, seeing you struggle a bit— not knowing how to untie a simple knot, it was cute.

After a few seconds, you get it— feeling the hem of his boxers before ultimately springing out his hardened length— you leaned into his neck, and he’s surprised to feel you softly nibble your teeth onto his neck, tasting his sweet skin— he groans for a moment, and it tickles, still feeling his hard dick being stroked by you. “Heh. Are ya confused, princess? I hope you didn’t plan on just biting me.”

“N-No,” you stammered, your tongue softly grazing against his skin— he wasn’t used to your tongue, especially with the length of it— feeling your tender pearly whites softly bite into his skin turned him on a bit, much more than he realized.

And he lays back, breathing quietly for a moment as you’re making a cute attempt to stroke him, you have no idea what you’re doing, the soft pad of your thumb brushing against his frenulum, his tip was coated with such pretty sweet pre-cum. You leaned in to give him another kiss, dumbly kissing his mouth so you kiss the side of his chin instead. “T—Toji.”

“Are ghosts always this slutty?” Toji wriggles his eyebrows, and you furrow your own eyebrows in confusion— certain terms he used confused you, yet never paid much mind, he playfully licks your bottom lip before bringing you close to his chest. “I want you to do somethin’ for me, little girl.”

You stared at him with glossy needy eyes, tilting your head, and Toji makes you lie flat on your back, you watch with curious eyes— he pulls up your dingy white nightgown, and pushes your legs up to your chest, a soft breathy pant leaving his lips, and you looked so pretty sprawled out for him like this, absolutely dumbfounded— pretty sopping wet pussy all out and on full display.

“I want you to tell me how deep I reach you, can you do that?” He huffs out, and his tone grows more raspy throughout each second— giving him a shy nod before he brings a hand up to your chin, narrowing his eyebrows. “Use those words, girl.”

“O—Okay Toji,” you stammered out, and he brushes a thumb against your lips, he’s teasing you by mocking the pout you had on your mouth, giving you a kiss— and again, you’re sensitive from any amount of touch he gives you, so it makes you whine.

He pulls away— and brings his hefty cock out, Toji groans, he was so full. Aching to be inside you, ever since he saw you— he just knew that you had to be filled up, stretched immensely, he could practically feel your walls clenching and tightening around him and he wasn’t even inside yet.

“Fuck,” he grunts— and you stare at him, your eyebrows parting into a mere furrow. Toji’s sweats were pulled down, his grayish blue boxers just about hanging from his v-line itself, and he swipes his tip against your sensitive needy folds. It drags out a whiney hiss from you. “Ooh, you’re just itching for it, aren’t ‘cha, princess? Mhm, this pussy’s just hungry.”

“Don’t tease me p-please.” You babble, and you gasp once Toji brings a hand towards your chest, giving your breasts a squeeze, pinching against your nipple and you moan.

“Aw, you don’t like being teased, do you? Well that’s too bad,” he chuckles— and you bite down on your lip— your legs feeling complete mush practically, a tiny mewl exiting your lips once he aligns himself, staring at him. He stares back at you, uttering a sly,

“. . . Heyyy girl,” and that’s when Toji starts to slowly sink his way inside you, slowly and inch by inch— he’s so big, and he’s very much aware of it too, his fat tip alone was enough to steal a tiny moan from you, and he grabs onto your chin once he catches you start to break eye contact. “Don’t look away, keep those pretty eyes on me the entire time I’m stuffing you full.”

You stare at him— and you moan, feeling his hefty base slap against you, he was really full— truly he was, and you bite back a moan again, whining from the immense stretch he gave your cunt— as if you were elastic, the very curve of his dick runs alongside the crevices inside of you and you’re so dizzy, it feels you up with such want— he’s buried balls deep as if your pussy was just a meaningless coffin, Toji’s hips snaps against you once— and just a single thrust makes you whimper out, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“More please,” you’d mumble out, taking in his cheap cologne scent near the collar of his buttoned up shirt. “F-Fuck me, Toji.”

“Now you wanna use your words, heh. Okay,” he hums— pure cockiness in his tone entirely, each word he spoke, baritone dripping off his voice, a rapsy pitched tone that never failed to make you throb and throb. “Hold on to me. I don’t wanna break you. Especially if I accidentally tear this pussy in half. Then that’d be no fun, now would it, princess?”

His words were just raunchy— explicit, the definition of filthy, he speaks directly up next to your ear too, and it’s just a lot to take in— his throbbing cock twitching inside of you, or Toji’s simple words that continued to have you drenched, as embarrassing as it sounds.

“N-No.” You whined, and he’s still got your knees shoved up to your chest— Toji’s hips drive into you, and his hip movements get sloppier and sloppier, you’re so loud— your sweet moans ring through his ears, his very tip french kissing against your g-spot and it drags off those cute gasps from your mouth, he studied your expressions— the way your lips parted, eyebrows curled and furrowed— anything and everything.

Toji can’t help but be a bit rough with you— not even moments later and you’re already getting fucked ruthlessly against the fat cushioned mattress— he’s just jackhammering his dick into you, small grunts exits his lips each and every second, his hips were so rude— bullying you in each and every way with how it’s just vigorously striking against your core, it’s got you in a trance, it doesn’t take long at all for you to get addicted to your bummy new neighbor’s dick— it’s got you just throbbing and yearning for more.

“Hear that?” Toji utters gruffly— black strands of hair nearly occluded his vision with how it ran down his eyes— his hair was messy, ruffled, and it was attractive.

You don’t know what he means, but Toji brings a rough hand towards your tummy— and he grows quiet, and you hear the sloppy squelching sounds your own pussy makes— as if it was singing some sort of lewd raunchy tune. “Fuckkk . . Your cunt’s just slutting itself out on me. So dirty. Trying to fuck me back, that’s kinda cute, heh.”

You’re whimpering— and Toji leans in to kiss you again, the kiss was more sensual and passionate yet rough and sloppy at the same time— he used a bit of tongue this time as his hips piston inside of you, rearranging your insides, playing patty cake with your walls in such a degrading way.

“F-Fuckkk me Toji—” You stuttered, pathetically tripping over your words, his thick cock being ultimately swallowed by your sheer warmth, applying pressure against your ass within each smack he creates with his hips. “Stretching me s-so good.”

“I know I am, girl,” he grunts— he’s panting heavily, in short raspy breaths, Toji swipes a tongue located across the slanted scar near the right side of his lip— giving you a mean, cunning expression. “Shit. Your pussy’s so greedy, gonna make me fuckin’ cum soon.”

You’re just a dumb babbling mess, Toji’s continuing to pump you full of his thick girthy inches— it’s so good to where you start drooling. He chuckles, leaning in to wipe the excess drool pouring down your mouth. “You’re a nasty lil’ thing, aren’t you,” he huffs out— and he doesn’t expect you to grab onto his hand, shoving two of his fingers into your mouth. Toji’s taken back for a moment yet a mere sneer appears on his lips as he watches you moan, taking two of his thick digits down your throat until you gag. “Absolutely filthy. Now I’m just imaginin’ you choking on the real thing.”

You grow embarrassed at his teasing— trying to pry his hand out your mouth but Toji hums. “Nah. Don’t be shy now, keep sucking while I make you cum. You can be as dirty as you want around me, sweetheart.”

Toji‘s hips drove and drove into you at such pace, such speed it’s got your mind going stupid— brainless, the definition of your current state, all because of his dick— your moans were muffled as his two fingers were inside your mouth, sucking on them like the filthy girl that you were— and he couldn’t deny that seeing you in such a position turned him on.

“Fucking full—” He grumbles, and you whimper, feeling his base smack against you, again and again, and again— you’re so dizzy, your pussy gripped down on him, squeezing him— being so selfish by holding him hostage— it pisses Toji off in a way to where he can’t help but make his thrusts more thorough and precise—

Smacking, smacking, smacking, he’s losing himself, going insanely pussydrunk— and yet he can’t help it. You’re just addicting. Toji stares down at you with low green eyes, mumbling in a husky tone. “Where do you want it, princess? Inside, outside, on that pretty tummy,” and he pauses— gripping your thigh once more. “Orrrr on your sloppy cunt to decorate it.”

“I—Inside please,” you immediately jabbered out, taking his fingers out of your mouth— strings of your own spit coating the pads of his fingerprints and you’re just so needy, sensitive, pulsating with such desire of what it’s like to be filled up from the inside.

Toji’s thin eyebrows come together and his hips pause for a moment before he chuckles. “Silly girl. I’m gonna overflow your little cunt, but whatever. If that’s what you want, I’d be more than happy to give it you, heh.”

And he keeps his promise— once Toji came, it was a lot, a big thick load he’s been saving for you, he groans, slowing his movements down as your cunt spreads for him, your inner walls just being massaged from the constant stretch he’s presenting you— it makes your eyes roll, it makes your mouth salivate, and even your toes curling.

“. . Lets fuckin’ see how much this ghost pussy can recieve,” he huffs out in a pant, leaning into your neck, dragging his pearly canines softly against the soft cold skin of your collarbone. You moaned from his tender touch, your skin grew more hunger for more of him— your body ached, you don’t know what it was with this guy, this man who only moved in a week ago— and was now deep inside your walls, fucking you dumb as if you were some slut.

Yet in this case, perhaps maybe you were.

Toji moves your legs down, and you’re laid flat against the bed, just stupefied from his thrusts entirely, you’re in a daze— stuck in it, simply living in utter ecstasy, and he’s dumping such a thick load into you— his eyes close for a moment and he kisses his teeth with sheer vex.

“. . . Damnnnn,” He groans, his hefty base was full, swollen with a lot more to give entirely— he stares down, fixating his gaze towards your cunt and licks his lips at the sight that greets him once he pulls out slowly, staring at his own cum oozing out of your folds, your thighs twitched— and Toji brings two fingers towards your slick entrance before shoving some of his own seed back into you. “Messy girl. This cum doesn’t come for free. Keep that shit in for me, yeah.”

You whimper, glossed lips quivering before Toji leans in to kiss you once more— feeling his thick fingers swirl around inside of you, it’s so messy, filthy and insanely sticky— before he picks you up, and you let off a soft gasp.

“Upsie fuckin daisey,” He groans, and he leans back, lazy position— and has you facing the other direction, your back pressing against his chest as he holds the bottom parts of your ass. “I ain’t done with you, girl. Wet pussy’s too addicting for me to not keep going.”

“T—Toji,” you mewled, and your voice was shaky, a lot more lewd now that you were practically dumb, with such care and ease— he plops you down onto his fat dick— holding your thighs, and you hear a certain ring in your ears before he cuts you off in a rough voice.

“There there, sweetheart. Only words I wanna hear is from your nasty pussy giving me back talk when I fuck it,” he mumbles, the pitch in his voice lowering octave after octave— you whine once he gives your cunt a spank, which turns into one, then two, then three— he’s mean, he can’t help but maneuver a few circles against your folds, you’re so drenched and soaked for him— he can’t fathom it, nor did he want to waste time on doing so. “You’re a big fuckin’ girl. I’ll lift you up on me, and claim this pussy like this, fuckkkk.”

You gasp, and he’s so strong— bulky muscles lifting you up on his dick, you feel a vein that coated on his length throb against you as he was halfway in, you’re sinking down and the stretch is so appetizing— you have to take a moment to moan, laying flat back against his chest.

“Good girl. Relax for me.”

Your pussy throbs from Toji’s words, and it brings butterflies towards your stomach— feelings you weren’t sure how to feel about, feelings that felt way too human for your own good.

Momentarily, he starts to fuck you— holding the bottom parts of your thighs, your legs were widely spread and he’s just pumping his thick shaft in and out of your folds, using your sweet needy cunt as if it was a fleshlight— he’s still sensitive from his recent release, and Toji starts to grow more vocal himself, his noises were low and raspy.

Right up close and personal against your ear, your feet laid against his thighs and he’s just drilling himself in and out of you— as if you were his cute personal little pocket-pussy.

“F-Fuck, I f-feel something else T—Toji.” You whimpered, and he’s holding your hips steady, you nibble down on the sweet skin of your lip— feeling such nerves bundle up inside of you, tickling your very insides— yet there was no joke, nothing relatively funny at all.

Although, maybe your pussy found things amusing, the way it kept creating such noise— it just wouldn’t shut up, so noisy, as if it was having some sort of debate with your own moans entirely.

“. . . Yeahhh?” He coos, lifting you up and down with rough bare hands, you’re just slamming onto his lap and it’s so good, you’re almost about to start drooling again— his dick was so hypnotizing, it’s got your eyes swirling, you kept throbbing and pulsating between your legs—

Each time his cockhead tapped against your sweet spot, you let off the most sweetened cried even known— you’re just feral, your tongue was merely lolling out— so dramatic, but you couldn’t help it, not when your sleazy neighbor knew how to fuck this good. “Sounds like you’re gonna squirt, baby. Has anyone ever made you squirt before?”

“N—No, Toji.” You whimpered, and he’s buried balls deep again, your eyelids were just fluttering, eyes getting heavy and you’re having a race with your own breath, your panting was becoming erratic and you were chasing whatever sort of stimulation was about to arise inside of you.

“I’ll change that for ya real quick,” he slyly replies with a raspy chuckle to suffice. Yet this time, Toji brings his mean hands up to your thighs, lifting them up and pinning your neck back with his hands— fucking you in full nelson, and you start babbling again— he’s just reaching so deep, you’re at a loss for words completely, yet brings a free arm down to play with your pussy— giving it a spank. “Give it to me. Be messy and squirt all over me, girl.”

His words scratched a deep carnal itch in your brain, he’s rubbing and spanking against your cunt and again, he’s so mean— grumbling the amount of spanks over his breath. “Won’t stop spanking ‘till you squirt, fuckin’ ghost slut.”

Toji’s degrading words— sent straight towards your cunt, you whimpered, feeling your nipples perk up underneath the silk fabric of your white nightgown.

But he was just so rude, teasing you— as if he’s not fucking you full of dick, he’s swirling his fingers around your pussy as well— a constant repetitive maneuver of circles, you’re just in awe at how pleasure from a human could feel this good— you haven’t felt this good in a long time, perhaps years back from your past.

“T-Toji, f—fuckkk fuckkk,” you’d babble, such sweet saccharin-flavored whines and moans being dragged from your throat, your head just bobbled back against Toji’s chest— he’s just spanking your folds again and again, his other arm still gripping onto your thigh this time— and you’re so dizzy, you can’t get enough, you were addicted, feasibly cockdrunken— the way your eyes rolled back to where all your vision could make out was white was incredibly lewd.

Once you squirt— it’s a lot, you gush out all on his lap, muscles within you clench and clench and your mouth opens as your thighs shake violently as if it was some sort of earthquake. Rumbling, the pure definition of your thighs was what it were, he knows exactly how to use his fingers, because you’re making such a mess— your mind goes blank for a moment, and Toji had a smug grin. “That’s it. Squirt all on me. I’ll clean you right up after.”

Your legs trembled in such exhilaration— your mind was spinning, toes curled up as you bit your lip from your impactful orgasm— it was so much, so good, so delicious.

“C’mere.” Toji huffs out, turning you around— he’s still twitching inside of you, and you moan before he leans in to lock his lips against yours, you whimpered— feeling him grab your ass— also feeling the annoying haughty smirk compressing against his pink lips as his tongue shoved down your throat, Toji was intoxicating— you could make out some cheap kind of liquor on his tongue, his stubble near his chin brushing against your own, and that’s when you pull away— letting off a whine.

He pants, giving you an abrupt headpat while his eyelids were low— heavy, and out of nowhere you blurt out what you wish you hadn’t said at all. Shame on your pussy for speaking for you at a time like this.

“I— I love you, Toji.”

“. . . Heh, what?”

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when you’re inebriated and don’t recognize them — gyomei, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Author’s Note: a lil lighthearted (+hopefully humorous) fluff for tn. 🥰

when you’re inebriated and don’t recognize them — gyomei, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,400

CW: alcohol, explicit language

Suggestion Fulfilled: how do you think the hashira will react when you're clearly drunk and they want to help you, but you push the away, clearly not recognizing them, and then you say something along the lines of, " No I have a S/o, don't touch me”

~faqs~

“Don’t touch me! You! Gigantic! Oaf!”

*big sigh* 🥲

Smiling gently to himself, Gyomei takes another slow step forward

Thank goodness we’re home he thinks to himself, well aware of how this current situation would appear to unknowing onlookers 🙃

“I’ll bite you!” 😤

Newsflash: slapping at his outstretched hands is doing next to nothing 🥴

The man is a wall 🧱

“Please,” he tries again, “Let me help you.”

You huff, eyes rolling, “I don’t need help.”

“Your shoes are still on, as is your coat, and you’re heading in the opposite direction of the bedroom.” 🤨

Somehow, the calmness of his voice riles you even further 😒

“How do you know?” you scoff, “Maybe I’m taking the long way around.” 🙄

“Love, I live here,” he can’t help the fond exasperation creeping into his tone, “I live here with you.”

“No,” you snort, “You wish you lived here with me, but that honor belongs to my amaaazing boyfriend.” 😌

“And where might he be?” Gyomei asks politely

“He-” your eyes narrow, confusion clouding your vision as you frown slightly, “I’m not sure.” 😖

“Well how about you call him?”

Glaring at the looming (actually, Gyomei is standing quite casually and relaxed) man in front of you, you tug your phone out of your pocket

“Hey Siri, call The Love of my Life.”

Interesting Gyomei’s heart flutters —> you’ve never actually showed him his contact info

—Fortunately for you, he’s too much of a sweetheart to ever hold this secret against you

—What happens when you’re drunk, stays with when you were drunk 😉

“NO WAY!” you exclaim as his phone begins ringing, “YOU’RE HIM?!” 😳🤯😭

“Yes, love,” Gyomei chuckles tiredly, “I’m him.”

“I’m sooooo sorry,” you whimper, suddenly falling willingly and clingy into his arms, whining now as you pout up at him, “I’m going to have the worst hangover eeeverrr,” gasping dramatically, “Gyyyomeeeei!!!!!”

“As flattered as I am by your interest, I have a boyfriend,” you say, politely brushing off the warm hands of the stranger attempting to help you as you sit haunched on a bench 😮‍💨

Aforementioned stranger’s brow furrows, mouth pursing before stretching into a bright grin, laughter ringing through your ears 🤗

The hell is this guy on? 🧐

“I promise your boyfriend would be okay with me helping you,” Kyojuro chuckles, arms crossed as he watches you carefully

“Oh yeah?” you mutter, hiding your confusion beneath a cool tone, “What’s his name then?”

“Rengoku Kyojuro!” he immediately answers, still grinning, “Not many people look like him…” ❤️‍🔥

Your face crinkles as you take in the man’s appearance once more, eventually shaking your head as you huff

“Nice try,” you smirk, “But if I was really drunk, then my Kyojuro wouldn’t think twice about getting me home, no matter how difficult I was being.” 😌

*cue a particularly fond memory of Kyojuro carrying you all the way home from the bar when you refused to get in a cab but didn’t want to walk and definitely wasn’t sober enough to sit on the handlebars of a bicycle* 😝

Kyojuro blames the blossoming warmth in his stomach at your my Kyojuro for his next actions

Aka scooping you into his arms and hoping his cologne does the trick 😅

(it usually does — he assumes his sweatshirts go missing for this exact reason 🫢)

“PUT ME DOW- 🤬 BAAABYYY! 😍” you squeal as soon as his sweaty, familiar scent hits your nose, “You do love meee!!!!!”

“I absolutely do,” he murmurs adoringly, unfazed by your sudden switch in demeanor, “After all, your Kyojuro always gets you home, right?” 🥺

“Right!” you beam up at him, your hostility all but dissipated as you nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder, “M’gonna sleep now, ‘kay?” 🥱

Kyojuro thinks about how long the walk home is, flexes his forearms, and smiles 🥰

“Of course. Sweet dreams, my heart.” 😴

Send help pls and ty 🙃

This man is at his wit’s end

On one hand, you’re refusing to Uber home with him 😕

On the other hand, he can’t just leave you at the bar 😒

And the last thing he wants is to order two separate rides home, and then have to patiently explain that he isn’t stalking you, nor is he breaking in, because

“For fuck’s sake, I’m literally your boyfriend!” 😐

“My boyfriend would never speak to me like that!” you retort, eyes narrowed 😠

Actually Sanemi thinks wryly to himself Your boyfriend doesn’t know how to speak in any other way

“Because your boyfriend’s so damn perfect?” he growls, “Doesn’t ever cuss or lose his patience?”

“Well,” you begin pertly, “He is perfect! He brings me breakfast in bed, holds open doors for me, mends the holes in my socks, washes my back when we shower together…” ☺️

Sanemi is very pink rn 😃

He’s torn between wanting to kiss you square on the mouth and never doing a nice thing for you ever again 🫠

“... but he,” you trail off, tears abruptly brimming as you come to a startling realization, “But he’s so ruuude,” wailing as Sanemi simply watches you unfold, “He teases me whenever I stub my toe on something, pushes me off the bed when we wrestle, and, and, and-”

“And what?” he asks dryly

You gulp, refusing to meet the gaze of the handsome, persistent man still standing in front of you — despite your resolute rejections of him, “I think you might actually be my boyfriend.” 😭

He actually laughs, arms opening as you barrel into him, sobbing into his embrace, thin olive shirt sticking to his skin as you squeeze his sides

“Sanemi,” you whisper, embarrassment coating your voice

“Mmm, darling?” his own rich with amusement

“I want to go home,” you mumble 😔

“You sure?” he smirks fondly, “Even with me?”

Groaning loudly, you press your face harder into his chest, eyes closing as you focus on the steady warmth of his heartbeat 💓

Dismay might as well be Giyuu’s middle name

Because he has no idea how he’s going to get you home 😓

Shinobu abandoned you guys earlier, flitting from one bar to the next

And for the sake of his dwindling dignity and pride, Giyuu is not about to interrupt Tengen and his wives at their table to ask for ~assistance 😬

Kyojuro would be an option, if he wasn’t the lightest weight of all, and already home in bed (he left over an hour ago) 🙃

Shit

“Hey,” he waves at you, heart in his throat

“Hey yourself,” you glance up at him, frowning, “I told you like five minutes ago, I. Have. A. Boyfriend.” 😒

The urge to curl up into a ball and cry has never been stronger 😃

For Giyuu, that is 😭

“I know, I know,” he holds his hands up in a careful surrender, awkwardness in his movements as he ponders his next words, “I just… I think you should go home.”

“As in, go home with you?” 🤨

“Uh…” yes 😞

“Look, you’re super attractive and all, but you’re not my boyfriend.” 🙄

Giyuu is hitting his forehead against a brick wall 😵

Repeatedly 😵

Internally, ofc 💀

“What if I was?” he winces as his voice cracks at the end 🥲

Damn it 🫠

“Well that would mean breaking up with my boyfriend…”

He’s staring at you equally exasperated and in love 😖🥰

All you process, unfortunately, is deadpan 😐

“Speaking of which, where is he?” you mutter 😕

I! AM! RIGHT! HERE! 🫨

Giyuu is still hitting his forehead against a brick wall

+screaming every time he makes contact

Internally, ofc

“Can I at least give you my number?” 🥺

“How about this,” you snap, “You find my boyfriend for me, and ask him if that’s okay.”

Regret isn’t an option as Giyuu immediately spins in a circle, striking a Tada! Pose when he faces you again 😎

🧐🧐🧐 <— you rn

“It’s me, your boyfriend. Tomioka Giyuu.” 🥳

You blink

He holds his breath

“Y’know what,” you finally say, “I believe you.”

Giyuu doesn’t bother digging for details

He grabs your hand (and exhales when you promptly intertwine your fingers with his, hugging his forearm to your chest 💞), and heads toward the exit

—

“Why did that convince you?” he asks the next morning, breath soft on your skin as he sprinkles soothing kisses across your forehead

You smile slyly—despite your pulsating headache—all four limbs squeezing tighter around his body to keep him in place as you murmur quietly, “Because only my boyfriend could make me cringe that hard.” 😌

“Heyyyyy,” he whines, pouting as he squirms in your embrace, exchanging his kisses for gentle bites as you shriek playfully, “That’s not very nice.” ☹️

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FREAK IN THE SHEETS toji fushiguro

SUMMARY: toji finds a new apartment finally after getting abruptly fired, despite someone already living there. yet that’s when he stumbled upon you, a pretty young ghost woman.

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

NOTE: plz show in the TAGS. based off lady k and the sick man but if u haven’t read that u can read this blindly <3 p-pls

KAZUTOBER M.LIST

“Were you just playin’ with yourself . . ?”

“. . N-no,” you stammered in a quiet voice— and you definitely were, there was no denying it, nevermind that— you cleared your throat, staring at the bulky toned man. “Who are you?”

You were touching yourself. Again.

On Toji’s side of the bed too— the both of you shared a bed, there was only one in the house, yet it wasn’t much of an issue— it was comfortable and very much king sized.

So it’s to Toji’s surprise to walk in and see you, pretty legs sprawled out near the sheets— fingers curled and stuffed deep into your pussy, whining out Toji’s name on constant repeat.

“Don’t tease me p-please.” You babble, and you gasp once Toji brings a hand towards your chest, giving your breasts a squeeze, pinching against your nipple and you moan.

“More please,” you’d mumble out, taking in his cheap cologne scent near the collar of his buttoned up shirt. “F-Fuck me, Toji.”

“Hear that?” Toji utters gruffly— black strands of hair nearly occluded his vision with how it ran down his eyes— his hair was messy, ruffled, and it was attractive.

Yet in this case, perhaps maybe you were.

“Good girl. Relax for me.”

Your pussy throbs from Toji’s words, and it brings butterflies towards your stomach— feelings you weren’t sure how to feel about, feelings that felt way too human for your own good.

Right up close and personal against your ear, your feet laid against his thighs and he’s just drilling himself in and out of you— as if you were his cute personal little pocket-pussy.

Although, maybe your pussy found things amusing, the way it kept creating such noise— it just wouldn’t shut up, so noisy, as if it was having some sort of debate with your own moans entirely.

Toji’s degrading words— sent straight towards your cunt, you whimpered, feeling your nipples perk up underneath the silk fabric of your white nightgown.

Your legs trembled in such exhilaration— your mind was spinning, toes curled up as you bit your lip from your impactful orgasm— it was so much, so good, so delicious.

“I— I love you, Toji.”

“. . . Heh, what?”

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Fictional men who have the "it's ok to murder but it's never ok to disrespect your wife" energy >>>>

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ORGANISM/ORGASM suguru geto

SUMMARY: who knew suguru geto, your average tall anti-social nerd around campus knew how to fuck and had a big dick? definitely not you.

CONTENT: f! reader, nerd! geto, pwp, college! au, dumbification, praise, switch!geto, degradation, impact play, pussywhipped geto, size kink, mating press, doggy, overstim, unprotected, whiney geto sort of, breath play, geto eating it from the back, (pet names: pretty girl, princess, baby)

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

NOTE: hi idk i was bored and i love dumbification. also i have nerd!geto brain rot bc of this sooo yeah @omgeto my beta reader thank u </3

“Are you like . . . stupid or something?”

Geto’s voice was a low rasp, he was growing irritated— as he should, you were wasting his time, unable to concentrate because every three seconds your eyes would flicker right near his bulge— it wasn’t your fault, he was wearing nothing but a black wrinkled frat hoodie with matching sweats— long dark locks lazily pulled up into a man bun. He’s eyeing you and it makes you nervous, you feel like he’s staring at you in other places but maybe that’s just your mind playing tricks on you.

“No, I’m not stupid,” you matched his irksome tone, a near defeated pout stretching against your sheeny glossed plump lips— a soft sigh exiting your mouth as your eyes scanned the dumb unanswered physiology packet. “This is stupid.”

“. . . No, it’s actually really easy,” Geto scoffs, his eyes flickering into a mere eye roll. He leans up close to you and grabs your hand in an attempt to guide you as you write— and he’s so close to you. You could smell his intoxicating manly cologne scent, a sweet balmy smell. “You’re just lazy. And you keep staring between my legs, I’m not an idiot, Y/n.”

Your eyes ultimately widened once he pointed it out, and you turned to see Geto staring right at you through his glass specs, raising his dark brows. “If you wanted me to fuck the knowledge into your brain, all you had to do was just use your words and ask, princess.”

“. . Huh?” You stammered, and his lewd comment completely caught you off guard. Geto sits upright, bouncing his right thigh as he leans against his palm— and he’s just staring straight at you, the air was thick, his gaze was practically telling you that you heard him.

“I think I figured out your problem,” he lowly sighs, taking the ballpoint pen— skimming his eye through the unanswered problems, some he already marked wrong— x after x, he swiftly shakes his head with a single click of his tongue before humming. “You don’t want my help, you want me.”

You furrow your eyebrows, watching Geto’s body language change— he stands up to stretch, cracking his knuckles, and he was so tall and broad, hard to think this guy was so antisocial— always in his own world, he could have been a type of athlete if he wanted, no one would have second guessed he’d be a nerd— yet here he was.

“What makes you say that?” You cleared your throat, darting your eyes away from him, his bulge was just out there— it was nearly impossible to not look, he wore matching black sweats, burying his hands into his pockets before he raised his chin a bit to look down at you as you sat in the chair.

“. . . You know,” he shrugs, adjusting his glasses for a moment, and again, his body language was so sexy, he didn’t slouch— yet at the same time he did, his gaze was forever on yours, rubbing his lips together for a moment before rolling his eyes. “I can read girls like you. Girls that only have the dirtiest things on their mind. You don’t wanna pass, you just want to feel good, is that right?”

His tone— it lowered and lowered, it was unintentionally natural but it was so attractive. The tiniest rasp in his voice, the mere bass that hid behind had you squeezing your thighs together underneath your skirt. He was right, who were you kidding. This was Geto’s third time tutoring you, and it would always end up the same— you miserably failing or getting things wrong, perhaps you were doing it on purpose— just to maybe tick him off a little. You always did find him easy on the eyes. Especially whenever he was slightly annoyed.

“Um,” you stammered, not knowing what to say— you felt your heart start to hysterically race, and just of course you felt yourself starting to throb, out of all times you’d get aroused now— just embarrassing, then again you were next to Suguru Geto, so you couldn’t exactly blame anyone but yourself, and of course, between your legs. “Well since we’re going over uh,” and you pause, glancing at the white sheet— dragging a nail down the thin paper, “orgasms— I mean— um, organisms, sorry.”

“Did you . . just say orgasms?” He chuckles lowly.

You couldn’t have felt any more embarrassed. How could you mix those two words up? Idiot idiot idiot.

“N-No, I didn’t,” you babbled, and your eyes meet his, he’s got a mere smug look plastered on his face, your own flusteredness fueling his pure and utter enjoyment, seeing you fumble over your sentences was quite adorable— Geto crossed his arms with a simple head shake motion. “Organisms and the um.. functions of it.”

“Uh huh,” he cocks his head to the right, not believing you for a split second. “Want me to teach you how orgasms in a woman’s body function instead?”

You blankly stared at him, shocked— not knowing how much of a dirty mouth he really had, you had to blink a few times, questioning if that’s what he really said, and he definitely said it, giving you a teasing eyebrow raise.

“. . . Yeah,” You nodded, in a frail weak voice— you didn’t apprehend how needy you sounded, Geto’s teasing only continued to make you throb more and more, clenching your thighs together, feeling the sheer fabric of your clothed skirt between your legs, you were so turned on— maybe you were just a dirty girl, screw physiology, you wanted to screw the nerd that was literally right next to you.

You couldn’t lie, throughout certain sessions, you sort of fantasized about Geto fucking you on his desk, lifting up your skirt and spanking you, imagining how mean he’d be— envisioning the nastiest things coming out of his mouth, so many dirty thoughts filled up your brain— it’s got you currently licking your lips, just thinking of it again before Geto lets off a sigh.

“Sure, you always did say you were a visual learner after all. Now lay flat on my desk and face forward.”

And yet— you found yourself bent over Geto’s desk like some college slut, your back in an almost perfect positioned arch, Geto’s lazy, he doesn’t care— he’s got your skirt just pulled up to the very waistline of your hips, you’re practically being shoved into the papers, your mouth slightly opens, lips parting and sweet melodic moans and whimpers leave out as he’s just slurping everything out of you—

Geto’s tongue . . . it was nothing you’ve ever come across before, so filthy, a rough big hand of his grips the right part of your ass, the very pad of his thumb caresses the sweet plushy skin before he spanks you and you whimper.

“Work on the problems while I eat you out,” he mutters in a gruff tone— you shiver marginally, feeling the tip of his tongue swirl against your folds, he had a rhythm— and it felt so good, you tried to reach for your pen but paused once you heard him starting to suck and suck deeply against your puffy clit. “Don’t listen and I’ll stop eating you out, simple.”

“S—Suguruuu,” you cried out, smothering your glossed up lips together, he‘s teasing you in a way, slowly grazing his tongue between your pussy, again and again— yet has it laying flat, you moaned, nearly losing composure from how sloppy he was— he was face deep, you felt the coldness of his glasses brush against your ass before he takes them off, gripping them with one hand— spanking you again with another.

“I didn’t tell you to say my name, dumb girl. I told you to work on the problems,” he grunts, and he’s got such imaginable skill— it’s got you dragging the top of your teeth softly against your bottom lip, he’s eliciting sweet whimper after whimper out of your throat— it’s purely euphoric, not even ten minutes passed and you felt that familiar sensation brewing up inside of you. “You’re dumb but you’re not that dumb, keep up princess.”

You’re just moaning your head off— Geto’s got your pussy laid on his mouth, you’re keeping the arch for him and you moan once more, feeling his warm breath fan against your cunt, his tongue’s creating such shapes against you— a plethora of shapes being made, maneuvering anywhere and everywhere and you’re just so numb. No match for his tongue at all. Supremely without a doubt.

“O—Okay,” you mumbled out in short tiny pants, dragging your right wrist towards you— making your eyes fixate towards the paper, scanning your words over the dumb problems— staring at the dump charts, the dumb anatomy— the functions of orgasms— organisms, and Geto’s just going crazy with his tongue, he’s got your legs shaking, trembling in utter want and need, such pleasure escaping your body, you’re practically being rocked against the wooden old desk. “F-Fuck I can’t concentrate, Suguru.”

“That’s kinda funny, heheh, when could you ever concentrate, hm, pretty girl?” He replies, and his voice is so sly— dripping with such desire and playfulness, it’s enough to get you wet. Soaking and dripping as if your poor pussy was having some sort of pathetic competition with a leaking faucet.

His words, so mean and tantalizing yet they kept reaching straight to your cunt, each and every time, the way he’d dumb you down with not only his words but his tongue— not to mention how every few second he’d kiss the very part of your ass with the palm of his hand, the sting making you whine, it feels so good— you’re trying to maintain focus but you just can’t, he’s making it so hard—

The noises Geto made were just filthy, squelch after squelch. Your pussy was so vocal, he knew how to use his tongue— how to coax such harmonic noises out of a woman, out of you— you always figured Geto was just inexperienced. He’s always somewhere isolating himself— nose buried in a book, his studies the only necessity and priority of his time.

“Tell me the answer to problem b.” he grumbles— grabbing a full of both parts of your ass, spreading it just a tad bit, he swirled his tongue in a circular motion and you moan loudly— it rings throughout the thin walls of his dorm, feeling him playfully nibble against your pussy.

“I—I’m gonna fucking cu—”

“No, brat,” Geto spats, presenting you with yet another mean spank. You bit your lip— your back extending its arch against his desk, and you’re so close— your orgasm was practically dancing off the very top of your tongue. He then pitched his tone. “I—I’m gonna fucking cum isn’t anywhere displayed on the bubbled answers, silly girl.”

Smart ass— that’s all Suguru Geto was. Such a know-it-all on campus, infuriating— but if it was one thing he knew how to do, it was eating pussy.

“Um . . U—Um,” you pant, and he’s basically making out with your folds, his tongue twirls and twirls, he’s so into it— his long black lashes fluttered, closed practically as he’s just devouring your sweetness— pussydrunk nerd, your entire slick covering the very bottom of his chiseled chin. He has to spank your ass to snap you back into reality— and you whine, mouth opening and you’re feeling yourself grow more and more aroused, tongue salivating with your own saliva. “Is it option ‘A’? Where it talks about um— biological— energy f-fuck.. transformation?”

“Ooh. Good girl,” he huffs out, his voice grows lower and lower— the way it pitches, going down an octave, makes you more soaked throughout each second— your pupils just roam across the thin long strip of paper— you’re just so stupid, growing completely feral from how good he was sucking against the pearly sweet nub that was shoved between your clit— so good, he’s carrying you closer and closer towards that point, your mouth starts to feel a bit dry before Geto teasingly hums against your pussy— and you whimper from the unexpected abrupt vibrations he made. “Enough about bio though, gotta show you the astounding science behind a woman’s orgasm.”

Geto’s just talking and talking— you can’t exactly comprehend a thing he’s saying, he doesn’t hesitate to spit on your pussy a few times, bring a thumb up towards your clit— rub it, and repeat— he had such a way with his tongue, including his fingers which came as such a shocker to you nonetheless. Tongue deep, he’d probably die like this happily and he wouldn’t be ashamed at all.

You’re just hanging by a thread— both hands, trembling with want, you’re so whiney— yet you can’t exactly help it, it’s his tongue— his tongue’s to blame, the way it just collides against your folds, it’s so lewd— he doesn’t care how filthy he is either, he’s playing with your sensitive jittery bundle of nerves purposely.

“Mhm— first we gotta acknowledge the pleasure you’re feeling,” he purrs— his tone was purely seductive now, Geto swipes a lick— a singular stripe up your pussy, presenting your entire body with goosebumps, biting down again on your lip and he continues to speak, “. . . those pretty nasty rhythmic contractions that’s about to build up— reaching your very peak before you let go for me.”

His tone was softening— yet you could hear the playfulness coat on his voice, you’re practically soaked by now— he’s such a tease, a flirt— your head’s just spinning, mind racing miles after miles.

“Relax on my tongue,” he rasps— his voice grows soothing now, bringing rough hands to tilt your hips forward, closer towards his mouth— you were the cutest thing, having your black skirt in such a non-caring and lazy way. “There there, focus on your breathing just like that— keep those hips raised just like that for me, yeahhh.”

You swallowed— a tiny subtle whine leaving your lips, and just as he’s coaxing you with his sugary wordings— you’re feeling that rise of pleasure builds up like blocks— it’s just so much to bare, your poor legs can’t help but shake and jerk and jolt— twitching, the feeling on Geto’s sloppy tongue dipping in and out of your folds— coating your pussy with such glacé flavored kisses, he’s addicted, for sure pussy drunk— and once you came, you’re an entire dumbfounded mess.

“F-Fuck— Fuckkk—” You gasped, he’s easily yanking out that needy whine out the very back of your throat, your clit’s just throbbing— you feel it pulsating between your legs as you’re making a mess on his face with your sweetened slick. Geto grunts a little— some free-exposed strands of his hair tickling the very skin of your ass.

His lips were just attached— glued onto your slippery folds like velcro, your lips part, legs trembling and he’s slurping you clean— again and again, easily spreading your achy labia with his tongue, making sure to be messy— be filthy.

“Good girl. Hopefully— that helps you tell the difference between an organism and an orgasm, !heheh.” he pants with a sly chortle— finally breaking his lips away, as he departs, he watches the strings of his own spit leave from his lips— and he finds it so lewd, it takes everything in him to not just go back to eating you out with you bent over his desk again. “Now keep the arch for me, dummy.”

“How am I gonna— be able to finish my work if you’re gonna be f-fucking me?” You pant, breath heavy— you’re even out of breath actually, his tongue taking quite literally everything out of you.

Geto lets off a grunt— and you moan, feeling him grab your hips, he presses up directly behind you, taking a few long seconds to rub himself against you— you bit your lip, feeling the dick print hiding behind his sweats— making your ass roll and jerk in a specific slow rotation that makes you dizzy. “You can multitask, pretty girl, don’t worry.”

And as he says that, you whimper— feeling Geto just move your exposed ass against his sweats, swiping a tongue across his lips, a soft groan exits his pink lips, and you could feel his rock-hard boner, he was so pent up— all because of you, eating you out did such things to him, Geto needed more, he ultimately craved it.

“Think if I fuck you hard enough, the knowledge will transmit into your brain, princess?” He mutters, and you grow quiet once you feel him shift a bit in his pants, and he‘s springing out his length— you couldn't see but you just assumed he was as big as he appeared. The entire inside of the dorm room was fair room temperature, warm yet cool— although Geto’s touch made you feel so hot, scorching with such heat, and not just talking about between your legs. “Figured that’ll help you out a bit considering you’re not thinking about the subject at all, just probably thinking about what I feel like inside of you, mhm.”

“S-Stop talking and j—just fuck me, Sugur—”

“Watch that mouth of yours,” He purrs, his tone is unmistakably smooth, deep, and downright sexy. As he says that, he gives your ass another spank, grunting quietly from the recoil that moved against your left cheek— the sting was just delicious, simply appetizing if you will. “I expect that paper to be finished by the time I make you cum again. Think you can do that for me, pretty?”

You bit back a moan, hard— feeling Geto make sure your legs were spread, thwacking the leaking glossed cockhead of his length playfully against your folds, he’s such a tease it makes your brain swell up— you’re growing hot everywhere.

“Y-Yes, Suguru.” You finally replied, your voice was trembling on its own— you’re so whiny as you fixate your attention once more towards the paper full of unanswered or incorrectly marked physiology questions.

“Good girl, now pick up the pen—” he hitched, and you moan, feeling him just toy with your slick opening, it drags out a soft mewl from you, Geto’s so big— and you were only judging from his tip, your mouth started to water by only just imagining him fully inside. “And focus, you’re a smart girl— not a dumb one.”

Your hips jerked just a bit as you hovered over the wooden desk— facing forward, both arms rested on the creaking sleek surface, your tongue fondles alongside your cheek, staring at the multitude of problems being displayed.

Cells, mechanisms, characteristics.

So many words— words you could practically care less about, the minute you pick up your pen, filling in the tiny spaced bubble of some answer you came up with— you whimpered, feeling Geto slide himself inside slowly, he fit nice and snug— a sexy low groan leaves his lips, and he’s trying to get adjusted, so are you, his size— he was just so big. Stretching your pussy throughout each second, your walls ultimately expanding, you grip around him and it’s got your head spinning, mind racing, hips twitching.

“Mhmmm— think your pussy was made for me,” he huffs out, his voice had such a raspy, slick baritone to it— it had you soaked, drenched. Who knew this nerd who always kept to himself— lurked and lived around campus, the library his second home basically, had such a big dick?

The way your back arched over his desk— turned him on a lot more than it should have, seeing your cute and proper posture, awaiting to be fucked senseless— he couldn’t get enough of it.

Geto used the tips of his fingers to play against the very edges and ridges of your skirt, giving your ass a spank— a sign for you to keep writing and you moaned. “Focus, girl.”

“S-Sorry,” you whined, reading the problems with glossed eyes, once Geto starts up a mean rhythmic pace— you were for sure being fucked against the desk, he started slow, yet had deep strokes with even deeper thrusts.

He found it cute, you were struggling to maintain the arch you had— the way your ass wriggled within his grip as he‘s practically balls deep now, his base taps against yours and you moan, Geto grunts— black thin eyebrows tugging together before he swallows. “F-Fuckkk, sloppy pussy can’t help but grip onto me.”

“S—Suguruuuu,” You whined, and you grew more louder once his tip kissed up against your clit— going past your folds, his girth stretched out so good to where it didn’t take long to reach every single crevice of your cunt. “F-Fuck me harder—”

“Dumb girl, you’re not supposed to be paying attention to me fucking you,” he pants, watching your hips jerk and hit against him— your eyes start to roll within seconds, the desk just creaks and creaks— your legs shook with such intensity, as if you were just walking on eggshells. Geto’s words always found itself towards your cunt, as pathetic as it sounds, his voice— his deep, alluring voice was so smooth, you can’t help but get off from it. “At this rate, you’re not gonna get anything done.”

You’re just fumbling over your words at this point, rying to speak but inarticulate forms of babbles and whines left instead of coherent sentences, his cock was just making you ache and yearn for more. “M-Maybe if you just fuck me good and hard enough I’ll start to u—um, comprehend, Suguru.”

“Is this all you ever really think about?” He chuckles, tilting your hips upwards just a bit— you’re not focusing on the sheet anymore, you’re literally just being completely stupefied by Geto’s length— being fucked vigorously into his desk— the sheer sounds of mean skin slapping reverberates across the entire dorm room—

You’re so loud, you end up forgetting there’s literally other peers of yours sleeping right behind the walls you were in— they probably heard everything. “You’re gonna fail this semester, princess. Last time I checked, dick isn’t gonna be on the exam next week.”

“Can’t help it when you f-fuck me this good—” You stammered, gripping onto the desk— he’s hitting you in all the right spots, your vision merely turns into white to where you’re just seeing star after star— galaxies even, again it could have even been considered euphoric. Geto’s dick was simply out of this world.

You might have gotten a bit addicted though— you’re completely lost, in a trance, you wished he’d fuck you those many sessions ago— you didn’t have to be studying boring useless physiology, you could have been getting your insides stirred instead.

“Still can’t believe you showed up to my dorm with no panties underneath,” Geto murmurs, caressing a thumb against the soft padded skin of your ass, your pretty skirt was ruffled— moving against your slightly pulled up university hoodie and you’re just a whiney stuttering mess—

Each stroke he presents your cunt gets you dumber and dumber. “Maybe you had this entire thing planned. Act stupid so you could get fucked stupid. Tell me I’m wrong, princess.”

“M-Maybe,” you moaned— and he was drilling his hips into you, such speed it has your mouth opening, going agape just a bit with meaningless babbles escaping. A tiny mewl leaves your lips before you reach down to play with yourself before Geto smacks your hand lightly and you let off a soft noise.

“Don’t touch my pussy, girl.”

You gasped, feeling Geto dip his hips just a bit— and that’s when you feel his cock mash against your g-spot and a whine rips from your throat, you felt it— you were sensitive, it’s so orgasmic your tongue is just salivating— he knew where to hit, so good your toes start to curl, and you’re getting close again.

“Read me the problem again,” he huffs out, he still has his glasses in one hand, tossing it on the wooden desk, his hair long— flawless, tangled just a bit, dancing against his broad shoulders. “Proper sentences too, if you stutter once, I’m not gonna let you cum on me, pretty girl.”

“Sugu—” And you paused to breathe through your nose, he scratches such a good itch in your brain, you have to stop and think for a moment— wondering why he’s never fucked you before, you were hooked, the curve of his dick stretched you out so good, you’re just a mess— a messy girl, eyes practically half-lidded by now, not a single thought in the world but just Suguru Geto fucking you dumb dumb dumb.

“Okay— okayyy,” you moaned, your voice trembling on its own— you were so close, that same warm rise brewing up inside of you, being careful with your choice of your words— he was so mean, stutter once or you couldn’t cum? Just imagining that formed a cute pout on your lips as you averted your eyes towards the white thin sheet of paper. “It says— it says to identify the um . . the—”

“Looks like someone’s stuttering, that’s too bad,” he lowly chuckles, and you’re whimpering— your right leg starts to bounce, preparing for its incoming release and you whine.

You pant, staring at the paper. “Wait wait, okay, it says that I have to identify . . identify the biomolecules and— analyze the um . . nerves and pheromones.”

“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard.” He grunts— and Geto’s getting close himself— his hefty base is smacking and smacking against you, and you’re so dizzy— every few seconds he gives you a spank that makes you whine, you’re so embarrassed, bent over his desk— scattered papers everywhere, your handwriting was a bit sloppy— considering you were trying to write while getting ruthlessly fucked from behind. “Mhm— fuck, I’m gonna cum too.”

“. . . Insideee Suguru,” you spat, your pussy was just so greedy— clamping and gripping down on him, it was filthy and so selfish by how you just held him hostage— as if your cunt had a complete mind of its own, your mind is just filled was complete and utter fog, the sounds that leave your mouth is so undeniably lewd— he’s dragging out whimper after whimper from your pretty throat as if it’s nothing, and it’s music to his ears, a song he’d never want to stop listening to if he was being honest. “P-Please.”

“You think you deserve it after wasting my time?” He fake pouts, just grinding his hips against your core, it was salacious— the rotation was circular, in sync yet at the same time it wasn’t— you could hardly keep up with Geto, he was just so big— you couldn’t fathom how he’d walk around with a size this big— let alone why he wasn’t fucking you like this the entire time he’s spent helping you study. You were hardly listening to him, all you knew was that you were close, extremely close, you felt yourself starting to get warm— his hips just buckled against yours before he hit against your g-spot again, with such careless ease.

You pathetically nodded and he spanked your ass. “Not a complete answer, baby.”

You bit your lip— and for some reason once he called you baby, you felt yourself get butterflies— butterflies between your legs.

“Pleasepleaseplease Suguru—” is all you kept saying, all you knew how to say— all your brain could comprehend and formulate. Geto’s hips were just ferociously smacking against yours, and before you know it—

An hour passes, and another— by this point, his cock has you completely stupefied. You only got through three problems, just barely, circling any bubble on the sheet as he’s just plowing you— constantly, each position has you whipped for more, he’s nice enough to let you cum though— even if he makes your orgasms a bit delayed just to get on your nerves.

“Fuckkkk . . . I’m so full,” he groans, and this time, Geto moves you towards his bed, mating press— he’s hovering on top of your pussy, such a mess was pouring out of you, watching his own seed just drip and ooze out, he’s panting heavily now— gripping down on your thighs as his weight presses down against you a bit—

Each time he jerks, he watches the strings of his own cum depart, it’s so messy— and Geto’s loads were always so much, he had a lot to give— and when you asked for him to fill you up in that sweet needy tone, he just couldn’t resist. “Overflowing this nasty cunt,” he huffs, and you whimper— feeling him drag a rough hand between your legs to give it a spank. “But— I’m getting dazed, your pussy’s fucking dangerous, girl.”

You pout, feeling him pull out slowly— you writhe from his actions, and Geto’s breathing was unintentionally sexy as well— everything he did was attractive— his eyes were becoming low now, pink lips parting, tiny dimples pressing against near the corners of his mouth before he plops back against the bed— manspread.

Catching your breath yourself, you made your way towards him— growing an idea inside before you spoke in a soft voice, somewhat shy to ask.

“Can I ride you at least? One more time? I think it’ll um . . help me understand the female body more.”

“You’re so annoying,” he rolls his eyes, and you watch him rub a rough hand against his legs in a motion— telling you to come here, he‘s very much well trimmed but just a few black specks of hair were located near his base. “But fine, go ahead. Knock yourself out I suppose.”

You get on top of Geto— and the eye contact was so sensual, he’s staring at you, giving you his uninvited attention— his eyes trail near your body before he brings a rough hand to attach to your waist, watching you start to sink down on him before he lets off an unexpected moan.

“O—Oh shit.” He whines.

He didn’t expect for you to grip down on him so well— the squelch that happens is so loud, it rings throughout his ears and for a moment, Geto has to blink twice— keeping his gaze on you the entire time. Your hips sputter and within seconds, he’s fully in— you don’t hesitate to start moving and Geto’s jaw tightens. He’s sensitive— he just came minutes ago, and here you were making him even more sensitive, his head goes back and his body language changes.

It was sexy. You were moaning for him, and yet here he is now— moaning for you.

Geto’s got such an aroma that’s loud, he smells good, he was always specific on what cologne brands he’d wear, such sweetness to it, it always drove you crazy, to complete insanity.

“Should I s-stop riding you?” You spoke, trying not to giggle— he was so pretty at this moment, suppressing his vocal moans, seeing tiny veins show near his neck— his eyes flicker for a moment before he spanks your ass twice.

“N-No— don’t fucking stop riding me,” he replies instantly, and his tone— it changed, a mere tremor to it— and you’re making him feel so good, using him to get off for your own pleasure, his cock was thick, just stretching inside your walls as if came easy to him.

You stare at Geto— and he’s glancing back at you, he’s panting— his hoodie was still on, but slightly pulled up, you could just about make out his brick hard abs, a few scratch marks coated there from you— his v-line was perfectly chiseled, as if he was some sort of geek god. “F-Fuckkk. Like that, ride it— like you own it, p-princess.”

He’s the one stammering now— and it’s cute, he grows flustered once you jolt against him, against his warm body with your hips— your cunt‘s taking him in, back slightly arched and you’re whining yourself— feeling him just reach way past that sweetens spot of yours that always knew where to draw you straight blanks.

Geto grabs a handful of your ass, and the way his head leans back against the old headrest, his messy tangled hair flows down his back, he’s moaning— such nerves inside of him being the death of him, as well as your sloppy spasming hips— just no match for your pussy, no matter how many times he tried to deny it.

“Something f—funny?” He huffs out, trying to focus on his breathing, you’re just bouncing on him— time after time, the pace becomes frenzied, reckless, just straight erratic. His dick had you dumb, definition of stupefied— exactly what you were.

“Noo.” You moaned, feeling him bring two hands, making you clamp down harder against him— he’s getting dizzy from how good you’re riding him, he’s going delirious. Swiping a tongue across his lips, he keeps his gaze on you the entire time before he whimpers out of nowhere— and it catches you off guard, his eyebrows furrowed and that’s when Geto came again— right inside your pussy, a straight shot, a straight single load.

He pauses— heaving entirely, that’s when you lean in to kiss him though— you’re expecting Geto to pull away but he doesn’t. He kisses back, his moans going inside your mouth, a sloppy kiss, his eyebrows still furrowed and curled, sensitive from his nerves— from filling you with another thick load as he’s still deep inside, shivering from feeling him still trickle into you at such lengths.

Geto caresses a hand down your back as you stop your movements, and his whines hesitate and pauses for a moment— letting off a deep “Mhm,” as his tongue drags against yours slowly at such luscious sweet pace.

You pull away finally, before giggling— and he glares at you, catching his breath as he stares at you— reaching for his glasses as you leaned up close to him, sneaking a kiss near the bottom of his chin.

“. . . So, did I pass Suguru?” You teased, a near smug grin forming against your lips.

He was so out of it— perhaps you fucked him dumb because it takes him a few seconds to come up with a reply before lightly shoving you off of him. “No you don‘t f-fucking pass, you get an F. Now get out of m-my room. F—fuck . . me.”

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