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Kink Discovery | jjk ♡

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individual reaction/headcanon scenarios on kink discovery with jjk characters!

reaction/headcanon requests for jjk, one piece, haikyuu, fmab & death note (male & female characters) are OPEN!

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters included: choso, nanami, gojo, shoko, geto, toji, utahime, yuki

cw: fem!reader, desperate loser choso <3, low-key mean!dom yuki, mentions of cheating (but no actual cheating), semi-public sex (car), crying, unprotected sex, pregnancy mention, filming sex, lots of dirty talk, manhandling, lots and lots of cunnilingus.

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Choso Kamo - high heels

He'd never put much thought into your footwear, but as he watches you getting ready to leave for a girls' night out, his cock twitches with every clack of your brand-new heels against the floorboards.

After you leave, he waits patiently for you to get back, trying not to give in to his sinful thoughts until you come back to help him out. You walk back through the door around one, and being the designated driver, you're not drunk. Choso greets you in the entryway, all but pouncing on you as soon as you close the door behind you.

“I missed you so much,” he says between kisses. His hands come to grip your ass as he walks you back into the apartment and the bedroom. He fiddles with the back of your dress for a few seconds before succeeding in tugging the zipper down and sliding the fabric down your body. He groans into your mouth when he feels that you went braless. You push him to sit down on the bed, and he obliges, leaning back on his hands as he watches you slide your panties down your legs. However, he suddenly sits up and protests when you go to kick off your shoes. “Please don't take them off,” he says, embarrassedly flushing red.

You listen, keeping the heels on, but with the added knowledge of Choso's newfound kink, you can't help but tease him. You lift your foot and press the front of your shoe against his crotch. He whines and rolls his hips upwards towards your foot, and you can't help but laugh a little.

“Baby, please stop teasing me. Just c'mere and let me fuck you,” he whines, still rutting his hips against the sole of your new heels. “wanna feel the heels digging into my back when I fuck you good.”

Kento Nanami - mirror sex

He doesn't notice the big mirror in your bedroom has such a good view of the bed until one sweaty cum-filled night when he has you on fours in front of him. Your moans fill the room as his cock thrusts into you, filling you up the way only he can. Every part of your body reacts to his touch as he slowly takes you apart and puts you back together over and over again. 

Kento doesn't mind the view of fucking you from behind; the arch of your pretty back and the way your ass smacks against his hips are more than enough visual stimulation for him, but when he looks up in front of him and notices the reflection of your face in the mirror he's mesmerised. There's something different about seeing your face overcome with ecstasy because of him. A hand tangles in your hair and pulls you up to his chest. 

“Look at you, sweetheart, you look so fucking pretty”, he coos. You force your eyes to focus as much as you can while his cock is inside you. You look a mess. Hair completely dishevelled, drool smudging your lipstick, neck and chest covered in bites and hickies. Yet, Kento still thinks you're pretty. “so beautiful.” 

You make eye contact with him through the mirror, and he smiles at you before picking up his pace again, almost sending you over the edge of bed. 

“keep your eyes open, baby. Keep looking at me.” 

Satoru Gojo - role-playing

"What would your friends think if they knew you begged your Uber driver to pull over and fuck you, hm? isn't that embarrassing?” Satoru, your Uber driver, laughs as you bounce on his cock in the back seat of his car. There's not much room, so you're grinding more than bouncing, but the way he feels inside you has your eyes rolling. “Such a desperate little slut aren't you?”

You try to deny it, but you're cut off when he rolls his hips in tandem with yours, finally fucking you back. Moans leave your mouth as he grabs your hips, keeping you in place so he can buck up into you. It feels so wrong, so dirty. Satoru knows he shouldn't be doing this. That fucking you could get him fired, but your pussy feels so good around him that he doesn't even care. You whine into his neck as you cling to his shoulders.

“Am I fucking you too good, pretty girl? Are you close?” he asks. He's good at keeping his composure, but you have him so close to breaking. You nod into his skin, pressing a tender kiss at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He slides his hand between your bodies to add extra stimulation. “What about your dumbass boyfriend? What will he think when he finds out you're giving this sweet pussy to another man” You whimper at his words, you can practically taste your orgasm.

“He's not dumb”, you defend, and the man beneath you grins, pulling you into a messy kiss and sending you both over the edge. When you've finally calmed down, slumped against his chest, Satoru kisses your forehead softly.

“It was cute of you to defend me like that”, he says, laughing, and you swat at his hands as they come up to cup your cheeks. “Let's get takeout on the way home.”

Shoko Ieri - dacryphilia

You're sitting on the sofa's edge and leaning against the back. Your pyjama top is pushed up to expose your chest, and your shorts are long forgotten on the floor.

Your wife, Shoko, is between your legs, using her fingers to bring you to your second orgasm. You've both had a bad day, and there's nothing like a good orgasm to relieve stress. Shoko is always ready to take care of you. Her tongue flicks at your clit as her fingers curve inside your cunt. You're quick to cum, sensitive to her touch. She stays on her knees, licking you through your high. She stays there until you physically push her head back.

When she lifts her head to look at your face, her heart clenches. Your eyes are welling with tears, the intensity of your orgasm almost too much for you. Shoko kisses your thighs before diving back into your pussy, shoving her tongue inside you. She's desperate to make the tears I'm your eyes fall, physical proof of how good she fucks you.

“give me one more, baby,” she says, pulling away from between your legs to thrust three fingers inside your pussy. “let me make it all feel better.”

You can't help but feel slightly guilty; she's had a rough day at work too, and you want a turn to take care of her, but it seems she's entirely focused on working your body to exhaustion. Her tongue works on your clit as her fingers press against the spot inside you that almost pushes you over the edge.

“Shoko, baby, I'm so close,” you whine, back arching from the sofa. She moans against your pussy, and your orgasm comes crashing down on you. Shoko looks up at you, watching you clench your eyes shut, forcing the tears out. She feels accomplished. The knowledge that she eats pussy so good she can bring you to tears feels her pride.

When you start to catch your breath again, Shoko leans up towards your face, kissing your tear tracks. She then presses a kiss to your lips.

“You're so beautiful, baby.”

Suguru Geto - breeding

You were usually insistent on him Suguru wearing a condom, but now that you've made it clear you reciprocate his want for kids, he's been obsessed with the idea of getting you pregnant. Whenever he can get his hands on you, he tries to seduce you into bed so he can pump a load of cum inside you. 

“Fuck, baby. I'm gonna fill you up so good,” he groans, thrusting into you. You're on your hands and knees with a pillow stuffed beneath your hips to keep you comfortably in position. Each thrust of his hips causes your clit to rub against the fabric of the pillow. He has one hand on the back of your head, keeping you face down, ass up, and one hand holding your hip in a bruising grip.

You moan his name into the sheets below you as his thrust gets harsher and more aggressive. He coos dirty talk into your ear; he tells you how pretty you'd look pregnant, how he can't wait to make you a mother. His words have you desperately clenching around him, teetering on the edge of your orgasm.

“That's it, baby, keep squeezing me like that, and I'll fill you up just like you want me to” " he says, rhythm faltering as he approaches his orgasm. Yours hits first, and it is so strong that you bite the sheets beneath you to silence the noises you make. Suguru follows soon after, filling your pussy with cum and your heart with a promise.

Toji Fushiguro - dry humping/clothed

Toji has you on his lap, grinding on him as he sucks on the skin of your neck, making sure he leaves a nice fresh mark. His mark. The two of you had just returned from a date, and you were still wearing your pretty outfit. His hands slide up under your skirt, and just as he's about to tear your panties off, he hesitates. You look good enough to eat, and he wants to look at you longer. His hands stay planted on your thighs. Instead of tearing off your clothes, he leans back, using his strength to adjust you so you're sitting directly over his hard cock.

“Just keep grinding on it, baby”, he whispers as you start to roll your hips. He has a shit-eating grin on his face as he lazily watches you dry-humping his lap. The friction feels good, and he gets to look at you all dolled up for him. He also realises he likes the teasing aspect of it. He knows you want him to put you on your back and stuff his fat cock in your whole, but instead, he's making you work for your orgasm.

“Toji,” you begin, embarrassed. You're utterly humiliated at the fact he's about to make cum with your clothes still on. He's still smirking, enjoying your reactions. Your legs are getting tired, and you don't want to deal with the teasing you'll get if you ask Toji to take over. Unfortunately, you don't have to finish your sentence; Toji understands your body more than anyone else. He doesn't need your pussy clenching around his cock to know when you're close.

“You need a little help, baby?” he asks with fake sympathy. When you finally give in and nod, his hands settle on your hips, helping you keep the pace as you both near your climaxes.

“I'm gonna cum” You whine. You hear him mutter ‘me too’ under his breath as he helps you move your hips faster against his. The friction causes your orgasm to hit you hard and claw at Toji's back as you try to keep your hips moving as much as you can. Toji cums almost at the same time as you, and, by the time you're done, both of you sit with sticky wet underwear, and Toji thinks you two should do this more often.

Utahime Iori - filming

While scrolling through her camera roll, Utahime comes across a video you two had taken after one too many drinks of the two of you sloppily making out. Utahime can't help the tingling feeling in her lower stomach as she watches the video. She is so entranced by it that she doesn't even realise you are walking up behind her and leaning over her shoulder to see what she is looking at.

“That's hot” is all you have to say, and she jumps out of her seat, turning to look at you. She's adorably flustered but quickly regains her composure. “We should make another one,” you say, smiling at her, and she immediately grabs your hand to drag you to the bedroom.

Despite how flustered she initially was, she quickly slips into a more authoritative role in the bedroom. She holds her phone in her hand, camera pointed at you as you strip for her. When you pull off your shirt, Utahime films herself playing with your tits.

“You're so fucking pretty,” she says, dragging her nails gently down your stomach to your trousers. She unbuttons your trousers and, with your help, pulls them down your legs along with your underwear. She raises her hand to your face and presses her fingers against your lips. You open your mouth and let her fingers press against your tongue. “That's it, pretty girl. Suck on my fingers.”

You oblige happily, exaggerating slightly for the camera. When she's satisfied with your work, she moves her slick fingers to your cunt and pushes her fingers in. She zooms the camera in, focusing on the way your pussy sucks in her fingers. She moves her thumb up to play with your clit, to add stimulation and push you over the edge. When you cum she moves the camera focus from your pussy to your face. She thinks there's nothing more beautiful than your face when you cum. When you come back down, she shuts off the camera and climbs over you.

“I can't wait to watch that back later.”

Yuki Tsumuko - manhandling

On your first date with Yuki, you had told her that no one had ever really made you cum. You can get there, but none of your previous partners have been able to. She makes a comment about her stroke game, and when you laugh, she takes it extremely personally. Yuki is not one to back down from a challenge. She takes you back to her place, barely making it through the front door before pressing her lips to yours, inviting you to her bedroom.

She uses her strength to manhandle you into the perfect position to take her strap. You're pliant, allowing yourself to be dragged by her, and it makes her growl under her breath as she pushes the tip of her strap into you.

“dirty fucking girl, lettin’ me ruin this pretty pussy on the first date.”

You whine as she bottoms out inside you. She waits, holding you still so you can't attempt to fuck yourself on her cock. It isn't until you're on the verge of begging that she pulls back slowly and thrusts back in. The steady pace of her hips and the angle of her thrusts have you shaking beneath her. A strong arm wraps around your torso, pulling you upright.

“With the way you're letting me do what I want with you, I'd think I proved myself right, huh?” she says. You nod, and she laughs in your ear, hips not stopping as she works you closer and closer to an orgasm. “You like when I use my strength? Like when I bend you over like this?” she asks, releasing her hold on you to push you back down. She might enjoy the power trip a little too much. She's drunk on the power her physicality gives her over you as she harshly thrusts into you.

You cum with a scream of her name, and she, despite all her dirty talk, is soft with you as you recover from your first orgasm. Her strong arms cradling you instead of manhandling you. Yuki thinks she may have found something worth waiting around for in you.

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Catching them masturbating JJK - Part 2

NSFW / Minors don’t interact / 18+

Characters: Toji Fushiguro / Suguru Geto / Hiromi Higuruma / Utahime Iori x female reader 

Sequel to this part :)

Warnings: Reader lowkey cheating in Toji’s part, masturbation (obviously), fantasies about sex, fingering, slight overstimulation, blowjob, cumming on face, slight exhibitionism, choking/spanking/clit slap (only in Geto’s part), teasing, penetrative sex

Notes: Finally wrote this it’s been a hot minute anywayyy hope you enjoy!!! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated <3

Toji Fushiguro

It rings again and just about when the mailbox usually starts he hears your voice. 

“Hello?”

Fuck. Toji didn’t prepare for this, for hearing you. You and your sweet, soft voice. He longed for it, of course he did, but he didn’t think that you’d actually pick up. 

Your name drops from his lips, a little bit surprised. A little bit breathless.

“What do you want?”

“You. I want you,” he mutters, watching his hand dragging slowly along his weeping length.

You’re silent for what feels like hours, so he just listens to your breathing while observing the movement of his hand. 

“I’m hanging up,” you hiss. 

The coldness in your voice makes Toji’s heart ache. 

“Don’t,” he mumbles hurriedly, halting his movement.

“I’m in a cafe right now,” you explain annoyedly. 

“With him?” He croaks.

He hears your long sigh. “Yes.” 

He knew it. Of course. With your new boyfriend. 

“Go to the bathroom,” he demands, his voice stern.

“I’m hanging up,” you decide again. But Toji knows you, he knows you so well. You and your voice and the tiny inclination of uncertainty in your tone. He knows you won’t. 

It’s silent for a minute and a part of him is doubtful if you’re still the same, if you’re still so obedient. But then he hears your voice again.

“Toji,” you start, “now, what is it?”

A sly smile creeps across his face. He loves when you say his name.

“Just wanted to hear your beautiful voice, I miss you,” he murmurs in satisfaction. The knowledge that he still has command over you makes his chest swell with affection.

“You have to stop with these calls,” you mumble. 

“I can’t,” he drawls truthfully.

“Toji,” this time your voice is softer and it makes his cock twitch in his hand.

“Come over, I need you, need you so bad,” he mutters.

“I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“Wanna fuck you so bad - ’s all I ever think about,” he groans, watching a bead of pre-cum dripping down his shaft.

“Toji,” you almost whimper his name. 

“You miss me too? Come on tell me.” He can hear it in your voice. But he wants you to say it, needs you to.

He hears your slight, breathless chuckle. “No.”

“I know that’s not true. Come on tell me that you miss me, how I made you feel,” he whispers, slowly dragging his hand along his dick.

His breathing is ragged, not in the slightest concealing what he’s doing.

“You’re clenching your thighs right now, huh? Be honest.”

He can picture you; your cheeks hot, lips slightly parted, your heart beating fast against your ribcage. You’re nervous. And appalled by your own overwhelming desire.

His name again, drawn out in a breathless whimper.

“I know this turns you on, be a good girl and send me a pic of your wet panties,” he orders, a smug grin playing around his lips.

“I- I can’t,” you mumble, your voice breathless and weak. 

“Always were such a good girl for me, always got so wet for me, isn’t that right?”

“Toji, please,” you whimper. Your voice, laced with desperation, makes his cock throb.

“Fuck, I bet you’re dripping,” he grunts, increasing the pace of his hand.

You moan. It’s as sweet as in his memories. And then he sees your message, one image attached. He almost cums at the sight of it; your panties drenched, clinging onto your pretty pussy lips. 

“Fuck, look at you,” he breathes, his eyes greedily staring at his screen, at your apparent arousal for him. “Is this all for me, huh?”

“Yes, yes.” Your answers come faster now, more deliberately.

“You're touching yourself, baby?”

“Yeah,” you whine. He can hear your torment, the lust for him overpowering your faithfulness. 

“You miss this dick, come on tell me.” His voice is low and taunting, his pants heavy as he pumps into his swollen tip. 

Your voice breaks. “I miss your dick,” you whimper.

“I know you do, I know,” he mutters, watching as another bead of pre-cum slides down his cock, easing his movement. He can clearly hear your pants, your quiet moans.

And he can clearly picture you; the way your parted lips release those sweet sounds he usually elicited you, your delicate, slippery fingers rubbing over your puffy clit, your fingers curling inside of your pussy, never quite reaching that sweet spot he could.  

“You wanna cum for me? Come on let me hear you,” he groans, feeling his orgasm nearing. 

You moan his name, and it sounds so sweet, so right. It makes him fall right over.

Toji cums, just as you do. Your breathy moans and whimpers fall right on his awaiting ears, as his orgasm washes over him. His hips jerk up helplessly into his hand, his thighs tensing as his cum shoots out of him, staining his hand, his thighs, and abs. 

He shallowly thrusts into his fist to ride out his high before he lets his cock fall heavy against his thigh. 

“Don’t tell me you feel bad when this feels so right,” he murmurs just before you hurriedly hang up. 

Suguru Geto

“SUGURU!?”

Geto perks up. His eyes nearly fall out of his head when he finds you standing at the door. 

Well, he really should’ve waited to touch himself until he was at home.

But how could he restrain himself? It somehow became a routine, training with you, thinking about you lying underneath him, how you touched him. Until he had to touch himself. It was stupid of him to think he could quickly take care of his urges in this empty classroom. 

Geto quickly pulls up his pants, standing up straight in front of the desk he just leaned against. He feels his dick throbbing in his boxers. The sight of you makes his heart flutter nervously in his chest. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The disbelief is painted all over your face; mouth agape, eyebrows pulled up, tone wavering in surprise. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” 

Your eyes scan the room, partly expecting another person to appear. But it’s only you and him. Solely, 10 minutes ago you two were training together and then you find him like this. Hair is falling out of his bun, hanging into his eyes. He looks wild. You’ve never seen him like this. 

You carefully close the door behind you. 

Geto has the feeling that you like to see him embarrassed, an exceptional instance where you have the upper hand over him. He watches a smirk tug at the corner of your lips. Well, seems like you quickly overcame your earlier surprise and the shock of seeing his dick. 

“I guess you’re aware that you shouldn’t do this stuff here. I didn’t know that you were into that, Suguru.” 

You’re mocking him now. 

He doesn’t want to give you this satisfaction. He doesn’t want to be embarrassed. 

Geto takes long strides over to you, quickly closing the distance between you two. He looms over you, having you take a step back, your back flush against the door now. 

Your eyes trail along his features, noticing from up close how his face is flushed, the pupils of his eyes blown out, and the slight frown on his face. 

He has stood in front of you countless of times, you’ve fought with him, you know that he’s taller than you. But it hits you deep now, how broad he really is, how strong, the way he towers over you. You gulp. 

Geto relishes the way you have to look up at him, the way your eyes slightly widen out of surprise, again. 

“What am I going to do with you, hm?”

You frown, “What do you mean?”

Now he smirks down at you. “I mean, I can’t just let you get away with seeing me like this. What if you tell someone?”

He places a hand right above you, leaning even closer to you. 

You grin up at him. “Well, that would be fucking embarrassing, you pervert.”

Geto has always been faster than you. His hand wraps around your throat, you didn’t even see it coming. You gasp. His hand doesn’t press down, still letting you breathe freely. Yet your heartbeat accelerates at the dominance he displays. It has you unconsciously clenching your thighs together.

“What did you say?”

“I said, you’re a fucking pervert,” you hiss. But the earlier bite of your words is vanished now. 

He chuckles, his dark eyes trailing over your features. “Who’s the pervert now?” His hand sneaks under your skirt, cupping your pussy through your panties. 

Your cheeks burn. 

His head dips down, his lips trailing along your skin before his hot breath hits your ear shell. “You like that, huh?”

His deep voice sends shivers down your spine. You slightly turn your head away from him, but he doesn’t let you, the soft pressure on your throat halting your movement. 

“I know something else that you would like,” he drawls, his fingers sliding along your clothed pussy, feeling the patch of dampness that has already gathered.

His hand that’s been gripping your throat moves, slowly tilting up your chin. You can’t help but lock eyes with him.

His grin is voracious. “You want me to show you?”

Your curiosity has always gotten the better of you. You swallow, hard. “Yes.”

His grin turns even wider.

He takes ahold of you, quickly picking you up. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist. He stops in front of the desk, placing you on its edge. 

His lips are on yours in an instant. Greedily, his tongue drags along your lips, demanding entry. You grant him entrance, letting his tongue explore your mouth. The kiss is good. Better than expected. You would have to lie if you said that you haven’t been thinking about this, about him, wondering what he tastes like, wondering how his hands glide along your body. You don’t have to wonder about this anymore. 

His kiss was hungry, rapacious, his tongue moving against your own like he has been waiting to do this. Your heart races in your chest at the realization. He has been waiting to do this. 

You pull away, panting. You watch him as he slowly peels his eyes open, irises swallowed by the pupil. His tongue drags along his wet bottom lip, his eyes taking in your expression.

“Let me make you feel good.” His voice is husky, the very sound of it travels straight to your core.

He pulls your panties to the side before letting his fingers wander along your pussy, slowly almost teasingly. You’re embarrassed at your wetness, how you’re already so ready without him touching you properly. He must think the same, his lips stretching into a satisfied grin. 

You don’t know how you got here. He should be the embarrassed one, being caught masturbating. Yet here you are, his slippery fingers buried in your cunt and your cheeks burning. 

He makes a mess of the slick that has already gathered. His large finger prods into you, knuckle for knuckle, eliciting you a small gasp. He slathers your wetness over your clit, drawing large circles that have your head spinning. You hold onto the edge of the table, trying hard not to show him just how good he makes you feel. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

He works like that, sinking his large fingers into you, and curling them deliciously before he stimulates your clit. You’re panting, holding back your moans, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your impending orgasm. You can’t hold back your moans anymore. Hesitantly, they drop from your parted lips. 

Geto peers down at you, stopping his movement. “Not so fast.”

Before you can reply he has already flipped you over, bending you over the desk. You gasp in surprise. “What are-“

His hand comes down on your ass, hard. 

You yelp his name in surprise. 

“Shhh,” he scolds. “You’ll get us caught.”

You swallow hard, breathing out a shaky moan as you brace yourself for the next spank. 

His hand comes down hard again, the sensation causing you to jolt forward. His hand rubs over your ass cheek, the softness of his touch building a stark contrast to his hard hand a few seconds ago. 

“Suguru,” you drawl, wanting him to touch you where you need it the most. You look back at him. The sight has you clenching around nothing. His eyes are wild, fixed on your wet pussy like hypnotized, his jaw slightly clenched. 

He hesitantly averts his gaze, his dark eyes fixing on yours. 

“Can I hear you say please?”

“Please,” you pant, voice barely above a whisper. 

He spanks you again, eliciting a choked moan. 

“I can’t hear you.” His voice is hard.

“Please,” you try again. 

Tears of relief nearly prickle in your eyes once his fingers finally ghost along your soaking folds. 

“That’s what you want?” 

“Yes,” you admit, the word bleeding in a breathless moan once his slippery fingers draw tight circles on your clit.

“Beg for it.” 

“Please,” you beg. You would do anything right now, say anything if he would just let you cum, if he would just stop his cruel teasing.

He thrust his fingers into you, his pace faster than before, while still stimulating your clit. You let your forehead sink against the cold wood, building a stark contrast to the heat traveling through your body.

Geto watches you, watches the way his fingers disappear in your tight pussy, the way you gush all over his fingers, the way your legs start to tremble.

“Filthy,” Geto chuckles darkly. 

You whine, cheeks burning as the lewd sounds of your sloppy pussy fill up the vacant classroom. Your orgasm washes over you without warning. You gasp, his name involuntarily falling from your lips as your pussy clenches around his fingers. 

Your vision is blurry, and your moans are shaky as the waves crash over you. You can feel yourself dripping down his fingers, can hear his dark, satisfied chuckle, as he guides you through it.

Your vision gets clearer again. Your heart rate goes back to normal. But his fingers still rub over your puffy clit. You whine, squirming under his touch. The stimulation is nearly too much.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you right here?” His voice is gravelly, as dark as his eyes. 

His hand comes down hard on your ass. You gasp in surprise.

And then he lightly slaps your clit. You nearly scream out. Pain mixing in with pleasure.

“‘s too much,” you plead weakly. But you should know better now than to expect his sympathy.

“I asked if you’ll let me fuck you right here.”

You look back at him. His gaze turns softer when you don’t answer immediately. 

He lets go of you then, flipping you around. You're lying on your back on the desk now. 

His face hovers above yours, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist again.

His lips press soft, feathery kisses onto your puffy, hot face. “You’ve been so good, you know that? Been such a good girl for me.”

His lips find yours, sharing a messy kiss before he retreats, a string of spit breaking between you. 

“You’re gonna be quick?” You clarify, remembering where you two are, and what could happen if anyone would find you two like this. 

“Of course.”

Geto quickly tugs down his pants, freeing his cock. He drags the swollen head of his cock through your soaking folds. Every graze against your clit has you slightly squirming, sighing breathily in anticipation. 

And when you’re just about to say something, voicing how you can’t possibly wait any longer he sinks into you. 

A choked moan drops past your lips as he stretches you open, slowly and deliberately. Once he’s bottomed out he shortly stays there, basking in the feeling of having you wrapped around him so tightly. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” he drawls, lowering his head to watch with a bleary gaze as he lets his cock drag out of you again. His dick drips with your slick, some of his pre-cum from when he touched himself already building a ring around the base of his cock. 

He knows then that he can’t go slow. Not after he has been waiting to do this - to sink his dick so deep into you that your eyes roll into the back of your head, to have you moaning and begging for him.

Geto takes ahold of your legs, resting them onto his shoulders. The change of position has you gasping, pleasure jolting through you with each thrust. 

He thrusts into you again, deeper now, feeling your pussy flutter around him. He groans, a string of curses dropping from his lips. 

And if Geto thought the sight of you earlier - pleading, moaning, dripping all over his fingers - was heavenly, seeing you now nearly makes him come undone.  

He loves watching you fall apart, loves observing how your eyes cross on particular deep thrusts, loves the sight of your pussy fluttering all messy around his dick. 

His thrusts are desperate now, his hips pressing primitively against you. It’s loud; the way your skins meet, the lewd squelch of your pussy, the panting and moaning you two desperately try to hold back. 

Geto’s orgasm washes over him without any warning. His hips stutter into you, a choked groan escaping his mouth as pleasure floods through him. 

He’s just as surprised as you. He slips out of you, his hand stroking his cock, watching deliriously how his ropes of cum paint your messy folds white. You wince when his hot cum hits your aching clit. 

His half-lidded eyes commit the image to his memory before he helps you up. You both look at each other, the same smirk, the same lust-drunk look in your eyes. 

“You really are a pervert,” you tease him, your voice still a little breathless.

He only presses a chaste kiss onto your lips. He’ll let that slide - this time at least.

Hiromi Higuruma

Higuruma feels like he has overstepped a boundary. One that he shouldn’t have crossed. It was a big fallacy. How could he think that touching himself to the thought of you, just once, would banish you from his mind, stopping this annoying attraction? 

He couldn’t have been more wrong. Because now, he can’t seem to get you out of his head. Working with you, in such close proximity, cramped into his tiny office becomes unbearable. 

He finds himself working another late night with you by his side. Rustling paper, the slow ticking of the clock, your quiet breathing. The words blur in his vision, it’s so late and he can only concentrate on you; your scent, your warmth radiating through the tiny room.

He takes you in; his gaze trailing across your features. His heart slowly drops as he notices your half-lidded eyelids and your disheveled hair. You’re tired. His gaze dips lower, gliding along your waist before resting on your exposed thighs. He swears he can see the start of your black stockings. Quickly, his eyes move back to your face.

“You can go,” he murmurs. 

You perk up. A sweet, tired smile creeps across your face. “Are you sure?”

No, he isn’t. He would rather have you here, satisfying his curiosity, pulling up the hem of your skirt to reveal if he’s right. He’s not sure; letting his large palms smooth along your legs, and cupping your clothed pussy sounds much better. But he knows he can’t.

“Yes, I’ll finish up,” he mumbles, hoping that you can’t hear the breathlessness in his voice.

But you do. You vaguely hear his reluctance, his desire. Yet his face is completely neutral as you turn around one last time before stepping out the door. Maybe it’s just your tiredness that weighs you down, which made you imagine things.

Halfway down the corridor, you notice you forgot your phone. You gulp. It’s probably laying on the desk, where you put it earlier. You turn back around, hurrying down the corridor the clinking of your shoes resounding through the empty hallway. 

Usually, Higuruma is more cautious. Normally, he waits five long, hard, straining minutes with his dick painfully throbbing in his pants, his mind unable to concentrate on anything before he gives into his urges.

He wasn’t this time. You’re urging him to uncharacteristically careless behavior. He was so pent up, he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t get ahold of himself. 

You closed the door and he instantly opened his pants, freeing his cock from the confinement of his taut boxers. His hand wrapped around his dick without a second thought, without any hesitation. 

That’s how you find him; his head thrown back, his eyes closed softly, his lips parted. You stand at the door, just looking at him, trying to process the scene unfolding right in front of your eyes. 

And then you hear your name. You’ve heard him say your name countless of times. It has never sounded remotely like this.

Higuruma nearly groans your name, with such a naturalness that it makes you forget to breathe for a second. 

He hasn’t noticed you yet and you could’ve just slipped out of the office, never saying a word to him, acting like this never happened. You could do that. But you don’t.

“Higuruma.”

He jerks up, his dark eyes fixing on yours. His mouth falls open. In any other situation, his stunned expression would’ve probably made you laugh. You don’t think you’ve ever seen this much emotion in his eyes.

You two just look at each other. He doesn’t even try to cover up, he just sits there frozen, accepting his fate. 

You don’t know what to say. You’re not even sure if there is anything to say.

Your shoes clink as you make your way behind his desk. With every step you take more of him in, seeing his disheveled black hair, and the wild, surprised look in his eyes. Your heart nearly springs out of your chest. You want to see more of him. 

You kneel down in front of him, letting your hands smooth along his thighs. His hand is still wrapped tightly around his dick. Your eyes travel up to his.

“Can I call you Hiromi now?”

Through your batted lashes you peer up at him, watching him swallow hard, watching the way his dark eyes greedily glide over your face. 

“I’m still your superior. But I’ll let it slide for tonight.” His voice is a little breathless and strained, and it sounds way too attractive. The corner of his lips slightly curl up and you fall right over. 

You beam up at him. 

He slightly lifts up his hips, so you can help him push down his slacks. His cock sprung, just inches away from you, leaking and twitching for you to finally touch him. 

Higuruma hisses as you wrap your hand around him. Slowly, you drag your hand along his throbbing length, pumping teasingly into his swollen head. You watch greedily as a bead of pre-cum slides along his cock, relishing in the feel of having his cock between your fingers.

But you want more. No - you need more.

You inch forward, your one hand bracing yourself against his thigh, as you let your tongue glide along the underside of his cock. 

You hold your eyes to his. Higuruma’s head is resting against the back of his chair, his chin is tilted down as he observes you through his hooded eyes. 

Your lips seal around the tip of his dick, sucking softly, tauntingly. 

“Are you teasing me?” 

His voice is colder than before, making a shiver run down your spine.

“Of course not, Hiromi.”

You take more of him into your mouth, your hand stroking the rest of what you can’t fit. You fall into a slow rhythm, bobbing your head, tasting him on your tongue. 

“Fuck,” he curses, stupefied. 

You moan around him, the vibration of it causing him to gasp lowly. You start to bob your head at a faster pace, your eyes darting up to him for a moment. 

You watch him fall apart above you, his half-lidded gaze trailing along your features, fixing on your swollen lips that are wrapped so tightly around him. He lets himself succumb to your touch and you savor it, to finally have him at your mercy. 

You work diligently, letting your tongue glide along his cock, swirling around the head of his cock. 

Higuruma’s jaw is slacked, his pupils almost rolling into the back of his skull. Seeing him like this, the knowledge that you make him look like this makes your blood run hot. But you’re still not satisfied. 

Slowly you ease all of him inside your mouth, the tip of his cock sitting at the back of your throat. You hold your eyes to him, you want him to see you do this. 

His half-lidded eyes soak in the filthy image of you kneeling in front of him, almost gagging on his cock. 

His large hand cradles your cheek, his thumb swiping along your hollowed cheek. 

“You’re so beautiful like that,” he breathes.

You only peer up at him, his blissful face blurring in front of your watering eyes. 

His hips rut forward into the wet, warm heat of your mouth, his hand holding your face there. The tip of his cock hits the resistance at the back of your throat repeatedly.

Your vision becomes blurred, tears prickling in your eyes as he fucks your mouth. The tiny office is filled up with the sinful sound of your wet mouth meeting his throbbing cock. 

You let out a strangled, chocked sound when it becomes too much. He lets go of you then, his hand moving to his sloppy cock, strings of glossy spit breaking between his cock and your mouth. 

“Be a good girl and open your mouth for me,” he murmurs.

You do, parting your lips and lolling out your tongue, your glazed eyes fixing on his. 

His hand strokes into the swollen head of his cock, his eyes laying on your mouth like mesmerized. 

A strangled gasp leaves his lips as he tips over the edge. The first spur falls on your awaiting tongue, a surprised moan dropping from your lips at the sensation. 

A string of curses leaves his lips as he jerks through it, letting his cum paint your face white. 

His chest heaving in pants once he’s come done from his high. You swallow, the bitter taste of him spreading on your tongue. 

“You look so pretty like this,” he mumbles, his thumb running along your chin to catch some of his own mess before he presses his finger into your mouth. Your tongue dances across his finger, cleaning it off obediently.

You swallow his spent, hoping that this won’t be the last time you get to see him like this. 

Utahime Iori

Utahime watches you, the moonlight painting a stripe of light onto your body. The blanket is carelessly wrapped around your body, exposing some of her favorite parts of you. 

Although she has been tired, after the fun night you two had, all her tiredness subsided once your body pressed onto the mattress right next to her. 

Involuntarily she has to think about what she has done in this bed. How she touched herself to the thought of you, how she dreamed about you, laying there just like this now. 

Involuntarily, her brain is flooded with her fantasies about you; about cupping your tits, about letting her hands smooth all over that perfect body of yours, about slowly easing her fingers into your slick cunt. 

Utahime sighs, turning around, desperately trying to ignore the way she can feel her underwear dampening, the lust cursing through her veins. 

But she can’t. 

Slowly, her hand sneaks past the band of her underwear, feeling her wetness transpire onto her fingertips. She slathers her wetness onto her yearning clit, drawing tight, soft circles.

She knows it’s wrong. She knows. The guilt of her doing overwhelms her, making it hard for her to breathe. She lets go of herself unsatisfied and ashamed. 

She sighs, “Fuck,” she curses aloud, her clenched fist hitting the mattress.

“What’s up?” Your voice is drowsy, a little bit raspy, just like when you wake up in the morning.

Utahime gulps, eyes wide, quickly turning around to face you. “You’re awake?”

Your eyes are half-lidded, nearly falling back close as you peer at her. “Barely.”

A small chuckle leaves her lips, the way the tiredness crawls over your face makes her chest all warm.

You turn to your side, facing her directly now. The blanket draped over your body falls just a little bit, exposing some more of your cleavage. Utahime's eyes greedily trail along your features.

“I can’t fall asleep,” she admits sheepishly. 

“Why? You wanna cuddle?” You propose, moving a little bit closer to her.

“I don’t think that’s going to help,” she hesitates. 

A soft frown appears on your forehead, the tip of your tongue sticking out of your mouth. It’s the same expression you wear when you do those crossword puzzles you never seem to get finished.

“You could try some lavender oil…” You smirk at her jokingly, eyes glinting with mischief, “sometimes I touch myself if I really can’t fall asleep.”

Utahime nearly chokes on her spit. She half-heartedly joins in your laughter, her heart nervously tugging in her chest. If you only knew…

“I can also leave the bed until you’re done,” you propose in between light chuckles.

Your smile weakens when you see that the smile froze on her face. “Utahime, what is it?”

She always forgets how you can read her face. 

The few seconds of silence almost become unbearable, almost making her crack, spilling her feelings.

“Sorry, was that too much? I thought we could talk about this.” The unsureness on your face, about the state of your friendship, and your confidence in her makes her heart drop.

“It’s not that…”

That frown again. You move even closer to her. You smell good, even after a night out. It’s the faint scent of your perfume, but even better, your own, signature scent… 

“What is it? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

She knows but she’s not sure if she can. Her gaze flickers away from yours, desperately finding anything other than those compassionate eyes of yours to look into.

Letting this drop from her lips in the dark somehow feels more bearable. “I sometimes think about you…”

You don’t get it at first. 

She watches your face change when you do; your frown deepens, and your eyes grow wide, looking at her flabbergasted. “Okay.”

The next minute stretches what feels like an hour, the silence weighing as heavy as the night. The nervousness eats away at Utahime. Maybe she should’ve just kept her mouth shut.

“What does this mean?”

Well, if she already said this, might as well lay herself bare. “I like you.”

This is exactly what she tried to convince herself isn’t true, again and again. But it’s true. And as the words drop from her lips, she speaks the truth.

“Me? You’re not serious?” You don’t sound angry. You sound… so surprised. So insecure. As if the implication of her liking you is somehow not comprehensible.

“I do. You’re amazing and sexy.” She says this like saying water is wet.

Utahime studies your face and watches you bury your face in the pillow, hearing a muffled stop.

A small smile dares to tug at the corner of her lips, a small spark of hope fluttering through her chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” she tries again once you look at her again. Your eyes are wide, hanging onto her lips, like hypnotized.

You open your mouth just to close it again.

Carefully, she stretches out her hand. Her fingers glide along your bottom lip, watching your eyes soften.

“Your lips are beautiful,” her fingers glide further down, along your neck “your neck” slowly she lets the straps of your top fall down your shoulders, exposing your cleavage to her. 

Her hand cups your tit, her thumb softly rubbing over your nipple, watching it harden under the stimulation. “I like your tits.”

She watches your face, watches the way your eyes widen with every word she says, observing how your breath turns more shallow.

Her hands cup your breasts, pinching your nipples between her thumb and fingers. She watches your chest heaving and your nipples hardening under her touch. She dips down low, her mouth latching onto your nipple. The sigh that drops from your parted lips makes her head spin. She lets go of you then. 

Her hand moves lower, stripping the blanket off you. Her fingers trace along your waist, your stomach, her eyes following her movement, openly taking you in. Her hand smoothes down your side, feeling the skin of your thighs.

“You’re so soft,” her voice is barely above a whisper.

“I like this,” she states boldly, her hand grabbing your ass. You yelp in surprise, a nervous, breathy chuckle falling from your parted lips. 

“What else?” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

Utahime’s hands are ceaseless now. She moves, kneeling next to you, as you lie on your back. 

Her hand cups your pussy through your panties. “I think I’m gonna like your pussy a lot.” 

You let out a low gasp. 

“You want me to find out?” She suggests, practically feeling the heat and the wetness soaking your panties. 

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly, without hesitation. Utahime becomes greedy now.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes,” after she doesn’t move, her palm still cupping your clothed pussy, you add a quiet “please.”

The pleading look in your eyes makes her gulp. She lets her finger trace along your panties, feeling the patch of dampness.

“Tell me again.” 

You squirm. “Utahime,” her name resounds through the room, “please.”

She takes ahold of your panties, pulling them down your legs, tossing them away. Eagerly, you open your legs for her. The moonlight highlights your wetness, your pussy glistening deliciously. She sucks in a deep breath. 

Her finger carefully traces along your slick pussy, not yet touching you where you need it the most. Her finger carefully vees around your clit. She wants to hear it, once more, just once more.

Her finger draws a circle on your clit. “You want that?”

“Yes, please,” you beg, your tone so whiny like she has never heard it before.

Slowly she starts to circle your sensitive clit, observing how your lips part, and how your hands grip the sheets next to you.

Utahime lets her fingers sink into you, watching your face scrunch up in delight, hearing a sweet moan fall from your lips. 

Her other hand presses down onto your lower stomach, her other hand thrusting into your pussy while her thumb stimulates your clit. Your widened eyes flutter shut as she fucks you with her fingers. 

It feels surreal. To have you exactly where she wanted to, how her dreams became reality. She watches her fingers disappear inside your pretty pussy, basking in the sound of your sweet voice.

The lewd sounds of your messy pussy fill up the room, mixing in with your moans and pants. Utahime swallows hard, feeling how her own panties stick to her lips.

She fucks you with her fingers, scissoring and curling them until you’re whimpering, your legs trembling.

She can already feel it, the way your pussy flutters around her slippery fingers, your wetness soaking the sheets, dripping down her hand. 

“You wanna cum for me, baby?”

“Yes, yes,” you whimper and with one more thrust of her fingers, you cum. Your pussy spasms around her fingers, your back arching off the bed.

The sounds you make travel straight to her pussy, the breathless, sinful moan of her name rolling off your tongue.  

And she watches you, observing how your chest rises and falls heavily, the way your whole body quivers because of her touch. Your eyes are fluttering deliriously against the waves of pleasures washing over you, your lips parted in ecstasy. 

You look ethereal. And she has done that to you.

Utahime guides you through it, letting her fingers rub softly over your puffy clit until you whine from the overstimulation, squirming under her touch. 

And she knows, she will never have another peaceful minute in her bed now that she had you here - looking like this. 

©sweetdreamlandstuff

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk imagines #toji smut #toji x reader #toji x you #geto x reader #higuruma x reader #higuruma smut #hiromi x reader #geto smut #geto x you #utahime smut #utahime x reader

[sporadic-gremlin]

Gojo thinking it’s funny to slip an aphrodisiac into your drink and he’s giggling like a little girl when he drops you off home to utahime. he waves to utahime who scowls and helps you inside but her simply wrapping an arm around your waist turns you on. utahime who gets pinned to the wall and looks at you like you’ve grown three heads but you’re already getting on your knees and pulling at her clothes. utahime who tries to push you away because you’re obviously not in the right mind but you’re persistent to get a taste of her.

utahime who writhes against the wall and holds your head between her legs as you suck and lick at her clit. and while you’re having the time of your life, face wet and tongue buried in her pussy, utahime is swearing up and down that she’ll get you back for this (she won’t). utahime who thinks once she cums, you’ll be satisfied but really, hearing her sweet voice moan your name has only made the burning in your stomach brighter. you want nothing more than to see this woman a mess underneath you.

utahime who gets dragged to your shared room and watches you pull out a double sided dildo. utahime who drags her nails down your back because you’re fucking her so deep and she can’t run away. utahime who leaves a ring of her cum around the toy. utahime who ends up very sore the next morning because no matter how many times you came, you always wanted more and she has no choice but to take it. utahime who blushes furiously at the marks on her hips and thighs that you left last night and scowls at you when you smile at her sheepishly when you wake up.

I love utahime (wanna breed her so bad)

#jjk x reader #utahime x reader #sub!utahime #utahime smut #sub!jjk

[lostalienchild]

The lack of jjk wlw smut is BAFFLING

#nobara smut #I'm gonna have to get in on this #maki zenin #maki zenin smut #yuki jjk #yuki tsukumo smut #nobara kugisaki #mei mei #mei mei smut #jjk shoko #shoko ieiri #shoko ieiri smut #utahime iori #utahime smut #mai jjk #momo jjk #miwa jjk

[eruhatesu]

utahime…..Your décolletage …. 😳😳😳😳😳

#🍊.eru art #this one’s for the girlies💘 #utahime smut #iori utahime #utahime iori #gojohime #gouta #gojo x utahime

[sugojosgf]

3some w shoko and utahime 🦪

degradation + switch reader, obvs threesome

“Hey sweets, are you enjoying this ?” Shoko draws out, lips pulled into a lazy smirk. Sure, you were just sitting on the couch, hands clasped tightly. you should be comfortable enough.

you should be comfortable but your body burns almost feverishly, your eyes unmoving and throat parched. you were desperate, so thirsty and you know if you used the right words, you could be satiated.

“I would like it if you used your words.” she says in a sickeningly sweet voice, you know its dancing between the line of an order or a request. So you swallow the lump in your throat, and look at her with all the desire you could muster in your eyes.

“I promise I'm enjoying this.”

Shoko almost coos at your cuteness, wide eyed and throat bobbing with fervour.

“Isn't she such a good girl, Iori ?”

A small yelp leaves your mouth, when pretty utahime lols her head back, staring at you upside down. Shoko thrusts her fingers deeper and whatever response utahime had in her throat came out as a high-pitched moan.

From her angle, you couldn't see much except for shoko's fingers disappearing into utahime's skirt which would result in a sob or a groan. She would whimper and thrash around till shoko stopped to silence her.

“My girlfriends are so unresponsive today,” shoko sighs before bringing her big hands, spreading utahime's legs further.

“I asked if you think she is a good girl ?” her skirt hikes up and you can see her milky thighs, so pliant but movement restricted with the lingerie shoko had gifted.

“Y/N, s’ good.” she whimpers.

And God, the noises your ears strain to hear make you go red. So wet, so vulgar, and you wanted more.

“Can’t even complete your sentence, fucking slut.”

you almost moaned even if it wasn’t directed at you.

"Wetting my fingers like a bitch in heat."

you choke on your own spit, and feel your panties getting wetter. your hands play with your shirt just so you don't actually touch yourself and disappoint shoko.

Utahime sobs at those words, "only for you, iei-, I’m so wet only for-”

Even before she can complete the sentence, shoko pulls her hand away with a squelch and shoves her fingers into her mouth.

“Taste yourself.”

And the scene that ensues feels straight from porn, utahime hollows her mouth, her plump lips shining with her own messy arousal. She sucks like she is trying to bleed shoko dry with her mouth- Her tongue making it's way till her knuckles.

“So sick in the head that you are actually enjoying this. What will people think when they see the kyoto school's student supervisor spread out like this begging to be fucked ?”

She spits and utahime's thighs shake and tries to bracket shoko's hips. She whimpers so softly you almost want to walk over to the bed and fuck her so you can relieve her from her whining.

“baby..." shoko draws out, looking at you. "are you grinding against the couch ? Did I say that you are allowed to do that?”

you never realised your were doing that, you just wanted to touch yourself already.

“Please.”

“Oh aren't you precious, asking for permission.”

She then arches her back to bend down, not before ripping of utahime's skirt off her, and begins to eat her out.

you wish you could have a better look, seeing shoko's tongue disappearing into her pale folds, making a dripping mess on clean sheets.

“C’mere.”

shoko slurs, face a complete mess, lips coated with shine and you want to kiss her hard.

you get up almost immediately, crawling almost pathetically towards them. The sounds in the room don't get any quieter. utahime moans like she hasn’t been fucked in centuries and shoko heaves and sighs, drowning in the taste like it was elixir.

“Strip.” shoko commands as she sees you stand shyly next to the bed.

you have never done anything so fast, you barely take any time to remove your flimsy crop top and the denim pants that dug into your hips.

“My baby is so pretty like this, do you want to be touched ?” she asks, praising you just as always. Her lips ghost your chapped ones and you whimper into the kiss.

“Yes, please.”

“So polite, do you think you will be able to make me cum ? if you can, i'll let you too.”

you nod your head too fast once again.

“So pretty for me like this.”

you tug on the straps of shoko's top. When the straps fall, you are met with the most beautiful pair of tits waiting to be ravished,

So you do exactly that, suck on them, litter them with bruises and play with them with your fingers squeezing her soft skin.

The moans that she lets out are just affirmations for you to continue.

shoko begins to squirm and her fingers play with utahime's clit, making her squirm too. you begin to tug on shoko's sweats so you can finally be where you want.

your shy hands make way to her dripping pussy and touch her softly through her panties. getting bolder when her voice gets louder.

“sweetheart, fuck me already.”

and who are you to deny her ?

you begin to work your fingers, rubbing her clit and pushing in completely to see the way shoko arches and moans.

She grinds herself onto your fingers while you apply more pressure to her aching clit.

you know shoko is close when you latch your mouth onto her tits again and play with her nipples using your tongue.

shoko grits her teeth together as her orgasm crashes, and she leaves your hand dripping with her juices.

“You were so good for me, weren’t you?”

She speaks into your mouth when she brings you for a kiss, exploring your soft mouth, wet and needy.

Her hands go down to touch you through your lingerie when your steamy makeout session is interrupted by a whine.

“I don’t pay attention to you for a minute and you are whining like a whore. Never learnt to shut the fuck up, have you ?”

you would’ve cried and apologised and begged shoko to fuck you until she did, wrapped on her lap, if you were in utahime's position.

Instead utahime deepens her pout and lets her tongue coat her lips with a layer of spit making it gleam and inviting.

“My mouth is so lonely though, ieiri.”

Something snaps and the next second you are being hoisted to sit on utahime's face, shutting her up efficiently.

you begin to ride her face when her tongue peeks out to lick your clit, nose pressed against your folds.

shoko's tight hold on your hips leaves you with the opportunity to grope utahime's tits, exposed with her unbuttoned shirt.

“You like this so much don't you ? mouth filled with pussy ?” you whimper groaning when you feel utahime moan underneath you. She knows you are close when your thighs clamp against her head almost involuntarily.

you come with a shuddered groan, breathing heavily and tears gathered on your lashes.

“Felt s’good.”

you mumble too tired, flopping next to utahime so you can press kisses against her face.

Meanwhile , shoko moved down to lick and finger utahime open. Her thick fingers plunge into her, the sound of her dripping cunt loud and clear in the room.

her soft cries fill the room as you bring your hands down to touch her pretty clit as shoko filled her.

utahime comes with a reedy cry, giggling as she hits her high.

“You both did so well.” shoko says before falling right in between you both, bodies pressing close together as you three drift away.

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #shoko ieiri #shoko x reader #shoko x utahime #shoko x you #utahime iori #jjk utahime #jjk shoko #utahime x reader #utahime x you #shoko .. 🚬 #jjk smut #got me so soaked 〰⋆｡˚ #jujutsu kaisen shoko #shoko smut #jujutsu kaisen utahime #utahime smut #wlw ns/fw #wlw smut #wlw thoughts

[bridgetotheskyyy]

Show Off - Utahime

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, mirror sex, reader's a bit of a bimbo, utahime is more dominant, lingerie

A/n: Day 12: Lingerie! I'm fighting for my fucking life guys trying to catch up to kinktober

Word count: 2.0k

Read on Ao3

Utahime lifted her gaze up at the miniature store sign above the changing room doors. Stockings!!! And in a cotton-candy neon pink stinging her eyes the longer she held her glare. She sighed.

This was the last place she wanted to be on her off day: Huddled up in the stuffy changing room area of a swanky clothing store, the humidity sticking clothes to her skin. 

But you had insisted (and when had she ever been able to say no to you?), Shoko and Mei Mei voting on the trip as well. It had been unanimous. Utahime had felt particularly betrayed by Shoko. Traitor.

Utahime switched her glare to her phone, the blue-light glare aiding the imminent headache creeping to life. Another sigh.

Of course, there was another reason she didn’t want to be here. Seeing you in tight lingerie was not going to be good for her.

Shoko knew that.

Girls a decade younger giggled as they passed by with their chosen garments packed in designer paper bags. Utahime’s head thudded into the wall.

“How much longer are you guys gonna be?” she whined, fanning herself.

“It won’t be long!” You assured.

“Just a few minutes longer.” Mei Mei’s dulcet tones flitted through the changing room door. 

Utahime snorted to herself. “We all know you’re not going to buy anything.”

Mei peeked out the door, eyes perennially sparkling with ill-intent. “Who said anything about buying?”

Utahime rolled her eyes as  You and Shoko cackled offscreen.

“I found something I like.” That was Shoko. “Having a little trouble with the strap, though —“

Utahime struggled to imagine Shoko being sexy for anybody. But, she supposed, a woman could be sexy for herself. She couldn’t help but ask. “You’re trying on lingerie? What’s the occasion?”

“Why does there have to be an occasion, Uta? Maybe she just wants to look snatched.” Mei Mei echoed her unspoken sentiments.

“In fact, now that we’re on the subject,” Shoko began, “I am seeing a little man on the side.”

You gasped, followed by a harsh zipper sound. “Shoko! You never said!” You sighed wistfully. “Everybody’s got a boo these days.”

Shoko poked her head out this time, smirked at Utahime.

Utahime glared as Shoko giggled and retreated into the changing room.

“Done!” You said.

Anxiety married anticipation in Utahime, whirled her stomach as changing room locks came undone.

Shoko was first, fully dressed again in sweater and jeans — and of course never without a cigarette. “It’s just a bra and I’m buying it,” she said when Utahime gave her a crooked look. “They should let me wear it out if I show them the tag.”

Mei Mei was next, twirling in her new ebony-black corset. “Oh, my paypigs are gonna love this,” she said with a giggle.

Shoko laughed as Mei Mei felt the lacy fabric. Your door opened unceremoniously, jumpscaring the three of them.

Utahime stared wide-eyed and speechless as you presented yourself as though on the runway; it was a matching lacy bra and panties. The cups hugged your breasts in delicious black silk, and lace tickled up your sweet thighs from the stockings. You giggled as Shoko and Mei Mei cooed their approval.

Utahime’s mouth ran dry.

“Do you like it?” You asked her, turning to flash your ass. “Does it look like it fits?”

Utahime swallowed nothing. She composed herself when she felt Shoko smirking, adjusting her baseball cap to conceal a blush she knew was there. 

“It’s — it’s nice,” she told you. “And very pretty on you.”

Your blush tore at Utahime’s heart. “Awww, thanks, Uta!” 

“Let’s check out.” Mei Mei walked from the changing room, the clothes she had arrived with presumably in her bag. “That is, if you ladies are happy with everything?”

“You’re going like that?” Utahime deadpanned. 

“Why, of course!” Mei Mei said, giving another twirl. “Maybe I’ll pick another pig or two on the way home?” 

Mei Mei sashayed out of the changing rooms. 

“Oh, I’m not,” You said, still blushing. You retreated into the changing room and closed the door. “Gotta get this home in one piece, after all! I would have to rip it!”

Shoko sauntered toward Utahime and gave her a wink.

“Take your time,” she murmured before following Mei Mei.

Utahime gave her third sigh of the afternoon and reached down for her bag. 

“Ah!”

Utahime lifted her gaze to your door. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, it’s just — ah, this hook, it’s so stubborn.” Your elbow must have knocked against one of the walls; there was a thump, then another. “Ah, I can’t get it. Uta, d’you think you could come in and help me?”

Utahime’s handbag fell from her hands. “Uh … Y— Yes, sorry, uh, just a second!”

Utahime’s hand quivered over the door; it wasn’t locked. She walked in on trembling legs.

Your back was turned to her, facing the full-body mirror, gaze lowered as you focused on the strap buckle. You groaned after another failed attempt to unhook it.

“You know what, maybe I won’t buy it,” You quipped with a nervous laugh. You glanced in the mirror at Utahime, almost for approval. That was funny, right?

Utahime laughed as she approached, wiping sweaty hands on her jeans. “It’d be a shame; it looks really pretty on you.”

You met Utahime’s gaze in the mirror. She cleared her throat. Slowly, you turned to her. A few seconds of silence as you smiled up at her.

“What’s the point of sexy lingerie if you can’t get out of it?” You said — purred.

Utahime blinked. Had she — had she heard you correctly?

You stepped toward her. “Help me get out of this, Uta?” You batted imploring eyelashes. “Please?”

Utahime’s lips parted as you came forward to plant yours against her jaw. Utahime flinched, froze, her heart drumming in her ears as you kissed down the outline of her jaw to her neck. 

“(Y/n) —!”

She had let you back her into the wall opposite the mirror. Utahime tried to grasp you to stop you — it was a bad idea; everywhere she touched was naked skin or skin housed in lace. You were soft to the touch everywhere.

“Mmm … Yes?”

“What are you doing?” Panic sprang in Utahime’s voice. 

“Mmm …” You raised your head to meet her eye. “Kissing you, silly. What do you think?”

“No,” Utahime moaned. She fixed her hands to your hips as you continued smooching her neck. “Stop. You’re — you’re drunk.”

You faced her again, a soft glare there. “I’m not drunk.” Your hand snaked down her thigh, coming to caress her clothed sex. “I’ve never been more sober, or conscious, of what I’m doing.”

Utahime shivered. She bit her lip as you massaged her cunt through her jeans. Your breasts crushed against hers as you kissed her full on the mouth. Utahime parted her lips in shock, inadvertently inviting your tongue to rub against hers. You bucked against her as you explored her mouth. The friction — 

Utahime felt a damn break; she flipped, flattened you against the wall. She broke the kiss, looked down at you.

“Fine then,” she said. “If this is what you want …!”

Her hand slipped past your silk panties, not yet paid for, and played with your moist slit.

“A—ahah …!” You threw your head back as Utahime slipped fingers into the slit of your cunt. “N — No fair, I think you — hah — should get out of your clothes, too …”

Utahime swept two fingers against your clit, relished your startled moan. She nestled toward your ear. “You’re in no place to make demands.” She yanked your panties down and continued her work on you, fiddling with your clit as you gasped. “Dragging me to this place to watch you prance around like a little slut. You know this set is too small for you, and yet you still …”

She scissored her fingers and squeezed them between your clit, jerking it off as she kissed at the shell of your ear.

“Aah! Ha— aha!” 

“Pipe down,” Utahime ordered, fondling one of your tits. “You want the whole store to hear you?”

Her hand, so occupied with your tit, wandered behind you and, with only one hand unhooked your bra. It fell away to your waist before Utahime threw it to the floor. 

You stared, half-naked and breathless, face brushed with red. “How … can I make it up to you?”

Utahime licked her lips — until she realized she could lick you and brought her fingers from your cunt to suck on. She paused in thought before glancing to the mirror. 

“Take those off.” She motioned toward the panties. “Then sit by the mirror.”

You did as instructed, leaving the stockings on. You strolled to the mirror and sat. 

“Spread your legs,” Utahime said. 

You did so. Utahime knelt by your, steadied on her knees. She brought one hand to cup and play with your neglected breast while the other snaked down the plane of your stomach to your cunt. 

“Look at yourself.” She spread your lips, the slick pooled like a honeypot for you to witness. “So you wanted this? To let me see your slutty clothes?”

You whined as Utahime flicked at your lobe, circled your clit with her fingers.

“Y—Yes!”

“You’re worse than Mei Mei.” Utahime slapped your cunt and you flinched from the sting. “Face the mirror. When I take you home tonight, you’re going to undress me and get me off.”

Utahime sunk her fingers into your slick entrance. She pinched and toyed with your nipple as you squirmed in her care. As ordered, your eyes remained fixed to the mirror. 

“You’re going to eat me out and suck on my clit.” Utahime paused as you cried out; she’d found the rough skin of your g-spot while her thumb flicked at your clit. “That’s how you’re going to make it up to me, understand?”

You arched in her hold as she teased you with a potential orgasm. You nodded frantically. “Yes, yes! Oh, god, I want that so much!”

Utahime kissed and sucked at your neck, adding a third finger at last to your torment. You sucked her fingers in with fervor. She thumbed harder at your clit, her other hand forcing one of your tits up to suck at its nipple.

You trembled as her tongue swirled around your bud, the pace of her fingers impossible to keep up with.

“I’m gonna — aha —!”

Utahime withdrew her fingers.

You gasped. “No! No!”

She caressed your face, slick with your wetness, and forced you to look at her from over your shoulder. 

“I’ve loved you for so long,” she said. “I want you to look at me when you cum, all right?”

You nodded, eyes dreamy. You trembled with anticipation as she snaked her hand back down to your needy cunt and submerged her fingers in again.

You captured Utahime’s lips, kissing and licking her tongue as her fingers worked your insides and clit. 

A string of saliva bridged your lips and hers as you parted, eyes widening with the coming climax.

“Cum for me,” Utahime urged. “Mhm, c’mon, you can do it, cum, cum —“

Utahime cupped your mouth in time to stifle your scream. You clenched around her fingers, but she kept massaging that perfect spot inside you. You fell backward, into bliss and into her as she rode you through your orgasm. 

Utahime watched you fall apart in the mirror. She couldn’t have dreamed of a prettier sight. “That’s a good girl, finally doing what you’re told.”

You came down from your high. You stared up at her dreamily. Utahime withdrew her fingers again, licking away your orgasm from her pruney fingers. 

“Did you know I had feelings for you?” Utahime asked as you came down.

Your eyes glittered. “No — I hoped you did! Oh no!” You looked to your drenched stockings, then to the bra and panties strewn over. “I didn’t pay for those!”

“Don’t worry.” Utahime said. “I’ll buy them for you. I want to see you in them again.”

#utahime x reader #jjk smut #utahime smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #utahime iori x reader

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Sweet Little Peach:

JJK Threesome Scenario

A/N: I am, without a doubt, loopy from painkillers rn (yay surgery). Written in a haze. Not responsible for how you feel afterward.

Warnings: 18+, soft smut, threesome sex, all women

Feat: Shoko X Fem!Reader X Utahime

Summary: Shoko and Utahime have a new favorite kohai

Word Count: 1446

JJK Masterlist

It’s the Jujutsu High School reunion party, and Shoko and Utahime scan the crowd for people to mingle with. Despite what she says Utahime hates Gojo and Mei, and Shoko is just here for the free booze.

"Do we know her?" Utahime asks suddenly, gesturing subtly towards a woman of about average height, her hair falling in curls around her shoulders. She was in conversation with Nanami who was listening to her with interest, sipping his drink. 

"Another kohai perhaps?" Shoko suggests as she realizes how cute the unknown woman is; fresh-faced and pink-cheeked with dewy skin. She was looking like a freshly grown peach begging to be plucked from a branch.

As they approach the both of you, Nanami sees them and raises his hand in greeting. You turn around curiously. 

"Hello Utahime-San, Shoko-San." Nanami says to them politely. "You may not remember f/n l/n. She was a first-year by the time you guys graduated your final year."

"Oh, yes, that's why we didn't recognize you!" Shoko extends a hand and shakes your hand, smiling. She thinks you're adorable and you're about to let go of her hand when she slides her thumb across the length of your palm. A shiver runs through you and you look at her questioningly but her smile is nothing but friendly.

Utahime also extends her hand to you and while shaking she turns to Nanami and asks "Girlfriend?"

Nanami's face turns red and he looks away shaking his head. "No, just a friend, I haven't seen her in years."

"You're the only person I know here!" you add as Utahime releases your hand. "It was a relief, for a second I thought I'd be spending this whole reunion trying to talk to strangers until I saw you, Nanami-Senpai."

“Well truth be told, I wasn’t looking forward to coming either, but I figured it’s good to make appearances in the Jujutsu world every now and then to let people know you're still alive.”

The 3 women laugh at Nanami’s words. “Well, cheers!” Shoko says, raising her glass and everyone follows suit to toast each other. 

“Well I think we should get to know each other better as women,” Utahime says, giving y/n a tender smile. 

“I agree,” Shoko says in a suggestively sultry voice that has your heart skip a beat. Surely they were just being friendly right? But even as you look at them you couldn’t help but realize how attractive they were, both tall, Utahime with her long hair secured with a cute little bow and Shoko with that mole near her eye.

“You wouldn’t mind us stealing her for a while, would you Nanamin?” Shoko asks him, unable to contain a grin at his surprise but he shakes his head no.

“Not at all. It’s great that people are socializing like this.”

“I’ll find you later Nanami-senpai.” You raise a hand in farewell as the other two women whisk you off into the crowd. Nanami empties his drink as he watches them take you away, looking slightly wistful. 

“I should’ve known better…”

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

You gasp softly as Shoko gently kisses your neck, tongue laving up and down the length as Utahime licks her way down your flushed body, teasingly licking your belly button.

“Look at all that blushing,” she comments to Shoko who has now started paying attention to your pert nipples. “So shy, so cute.” Utahime looks up at your flushed face.

“Senpai, I-” Your words catch in your mouth as Shoko softly swirls the hard bud with her tongue. 

“We thought you looked like a peach when we first laid eyes on you,” Shoko murmurs against your nipple. “It appears that you taste like one too.” She lays her tongue back to the bud and suckles as you whine softly.

“Senpai…I should find Nanami-”

Both women chuckle softly. “And do what, my dear? He’ll never know exactly what to do with something as succulent as yourself.”

“Men are nice,” Utahime concedes as she hooks a finger in the waistband of your panties and starts bringing them down your legs. “But women are just better.” She inhales deeply between your legs and you embarrassedly push back, coming into contact with the headboard. 

“Ssh…it’s ok sweet one. I know this is a little overwhelming.” Shoko says the words reassuringly and comes up to your face to pull your lips into a soft kiss. You melt against the tenderness of her mouth as Utahime gently massages your thighs with calming grips and strokes. 

“But trust me we are going to make you feel so much better than anything else you’ve ever felt before. Just be our sweet little peach hmm?” Shoko starts kissing her way down to your collarbone as Utahime starts giving the tiniest licks to your inner thighs, starting at the knees and going up deeper. Your body trembles under their combined ministrations, their voices softly cooing and awwing over your reactions. 

“Shoko, I think she liked what you did, lick her nipple again like that…yes…ohh look at how cute her face gets…”

Both their attention being wholly on you was a turn-on you hadn’t expected. You didn’t think you were into women but now almost 22 years of life decisions were being thrown out the window…

Utahime gives your thigh a soft pat. “Open for me please, sweet peach? Have to sample the nectar now…”

Your face flushes red as you hesitantly part your legs. With a soft wet pop, Shoko releases your nipple and comes up to cuddle your upper body, placing your head on her lap, and stroking her hands down your arms and shoulders. 

“Just a sample now, Utahime, don’t get greedy,” Shoko warns softly before brushing your hair away from your face. “How did we miss such a cute kohai like yourself?”

You’re about to answer but Utahime’s lips find your clit and give it a soft suck that has your hips rolling. A whine ripe with need leaves your lips and all you can see is Shoko’s face hovering above yours catching your every expression.

“That’s it y/n…we’ll take the best care of you…” Her lips descend to yours for another tender kiss as her fingers start to pinch your nipples again. 

Utahime licks a line up from your dripping core to your clit, then uses the flat of her tongue to cover the nub, licking at it like an ice cream cone. Your moans are lost in Shoko’s mouth as she continues flicking your nipples, your body writhing under their deliciously sweet care.

“You’re so cute like this y/n,” she murmurs. Utahime pops up from between your legs, lips moist with your arousal. 

“How is she?” Shoko asks, briefly leaving your side to scoot down towards Utahime. 

“So sweet. Incredibly sweet.” You watch with aroused fascination as Utahime pulls Shoko in for a kiss, your slick passing between them, tongues touching each other.

Shoko pulls away and licks her lips. “Delicious,” she whispers, looking at you hungrily. “My turn next.”

They switch and Utahime comes back up to your head while Shoko busies herself at your clit, her technique different from Utahime’s, a little quicker, with more urgency. You mewl, and Utahime quickly grips your hands so that you have something to hold on to. 

“That’s it, sweet girl…Let it out…”

Shoko delicately inserts her middle finger into your fluttering core, and hooks up into your belly, bringing you close to the edge. Your voice changes pitch as you arch off the bed.

“I-I’m gonna…” You can barely get the words out.

“Ssh…it’s ok pretty peach.” Utahime presses kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “Just let it happen naturally…no rush.”

Shoko’s tongue is sinfully dextrous and as she matches those movements with that delicate touch of her finger, you find yourself gasping from delight as she drives you to an intense orgasm, the kind that fills heat in your belly, makes smaller spasms start at the beginning as they grow longer and more potent, racking your body with gratuitous pleasure. 

The room fills with your sobs as you climax, both of them cooing at you, whispering soft encouragements, stroking your hair as you calm down. 

You feel Shoko settle down on one side and Utahime on other, sandwiching you in between their soft bodies. You never relized how comforting the feeling of pillowy breasts were until you were lazing on them. Shoko and Utahime hold hands above your head and kiss each other once more.

“Well that certainly beats the reunion party,” you mumble against Shoko’s bosom. Both women giggle at your sleepy words and snuggle comfortably together, warmth carrying you all to sleep. 

#shoko ieiri #utahime iori #jujutsu kaisen shoko #jjk shoko #shoko x reader #jujutsu shoko #shoko ieri x reader #shoko smut #shoko ieri smut #shoko ieri fluff #utahime x reader #jjk utahime #jujutsu utahime #iori utahime #utahime smut #utahime fluff #utahime iori x reader #utahime iori smut #jjk smut #soft smut #vee writes

[peachsayshi]

can i request smut with utahime? 😩 making a usually cranky utahime really desperate and needy begging you to play with her pussy? 😭😭

➳  minors / ageless / blank blogs dni

⥽ notes: exes; wlw; smut; dirty talk; f (oral receiving); tension

"tsk, tsk...is this why you decided not to join us for the evening?"

the amusement in your voice only prompts utahime to pout with frustration. there is a noticeable tension resting in the space between her brows, and her big, brown doe eyes spark with irritation. however, the blooms of pink surfacing beneath her cheeks is proof of her embarrassment and a clear indication that she wasn't expecting you back at the hotel room so early.

your eyes can't help but follow the path of her soft curves. her cropped see through tank outlines her pointed nipples, and she hesitantly pulls her bare legs close to her chest to stop herself from lewdly flashing you a view of her pussy.

break ups are never easy, but somehow you and your ex still manage to get caught up in these sticky situations because of your work.

you fold your arms across your chest and jut your hip to the right, staring at utahime like you're about to scold her for what she was doing but instead a teasing smile lights up your face.

"y'know, if you just wanted to rub one out you could have said so..."

you see her jaw twitch. "what I do to relax during my spare time is none of your business anymore," she grumbles through gritted teeth.

"ha! it is my business when we are sharing the same room..."

she adorably huffs before turning her head away from you. "you said that you weren't going to be back until midnight and didn't inform me otherwise..."

"you can thank satoru for that," you explained, "he allowed shoko to buy him a few drinks"

you ease your stance as you saunter closer to the bed. a flush of red kisses utahime's neck when she returns to meet your gaze, because she sees that you're crouching down to the floor to pick up her discarded underwear.

"what are you-"

you interrupt her mortified statement by stretching the the white fabric between both hands. you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, maintaining eye contact with her as you shake your head in disappointment.

"how do you always manage to soak through these?" you flirtatiously mock, but it only results in utahime snatching her underwear away from you.

"argh, I'm going to wash up," she announces bitterly, forgetting herself for just a moment as she stands on her two feet.

your hands circle around her waist, and you hold her place as you gently seat her back down onto the mattress.

"aww, look at you getting all riled up. tonight was pretty stressful, but I didn't think you would be this wound up..."

you feel goosebumps prickle her skin with your gentle touch as your hands motion over her hips to her thighs as you slowly spread them apart.

"I'm just tired..." she mumbles in defeat.

"I can tell, baby girl," you coo as you lean your cheek against her plush thigh. "want me to take care of you? just for tonight?"

maybe it was stupid for you to ask knowing that it's barely been six week since the break up, but how else were you going to admit that catching her with one hand up her shirt and the other knuckle deep in her pussy completely turned you on?

she's struck with confusion, but upon considering your offer you see her finally start to relax.

"only tonight," she concedes, feigning a level of confidence as if to pretend like she's drawn some magical boundary that would separate you both.

you smile as you kiss a trail up along the apex of her thigh, moving closer and closer to the pretty space between her legs.

you gently massage circles over her pubis, rubbing along the patch of trimmed dark hair. you can hear her breath slowly start to increase, but it isn't enough for you to fulfill her desire just yet.

"please don't tease me," she begs, motioning one hand to her chest as she squeezes her tit over the fabric.

"no?" you reply.

she shakes her head, and you see tears start to form in her eyes from the anticipation. it only makes you wetter seeing how hot and desperate she is, and the sight of this stunning woman crumbling before you is one to truly behold.

you boldly swipe your tongue up along her slit, humming at the taste of her essence before repeating the action once again until you’re swirling over her tender clit. you suck on it softly, massage your tongue across the bud before guiding two fingers back inside her pussy.

"oh, fuck, thank you," she pants in between her moans, her own hands moving to find the back of your head as she softly ruts her hips against your movements. "thank you, thank you, thank you..."

⥽ requests?

#utahime x reader #iori utahime x female reader #utahime x you #iori utahime x you #utahime smut #iori utahime smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #wlw

[hoodjam]

“shit, right there! oh my- right there.”

she’d moaned pushing your head flushed against her pussy, grinding her hips down on your fingers. your thumb flicks against her pearl, tongue collecting her nectar.

“you taste so good” you’d groan, latching your lips on her clit, coaxing another orgasm from her, enjoying how your fingers squelch inside her.

mikasa, historia, utahime, maki, shoko

#hoodjam 👤 #I’ve never written wlw before so I hopes this is good #jjk #aot #jjk x reader #aot x reader #mikasa smut #historia smut #utahime smut #maki smut #shoko smut #aot drabbles #jjk drabbles #mikasa x reader #historia x reader #utahime x reader #maki x reader #shoko x reader

[utahimeow]

utahime in a sundress utahime in a sundress utahime in a sundress

NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI

utahime thinks she likes her new dress. she’s never been one for skirts and dresses so it’s not exactly her style, but it looked pretty on the rack and it reminded her of how you mentioned something about a “sundress season”. it’s not like she can’t return it anyway.

but any and all of her doubts fly out the window the moment she tries it on for you. you look up and she’s standing in the kitchen doorway, smoothing her hands over it awkwardly, and your mouth drops.

“what do you think?” she asks, pouting her lips with uncertainty.

the dress is patterned with pink floral. it falls below her knees, and even though it’s long, the way it clings to her torso makes your thighs squeeze together as your mind becomes filled with sin. it’s cinched at the waist, accentuating every curve of hers that you adore so much. the neckline is low, and it showcases her defined collarbones and pushes her breasts into a perfect cleavage.

“babe,” you say, eyes wide and you think you’re actually drooling. “you look fucking beautiful. oh my god.”

in a split second you’re standing in front of her, your hands mindlessly making their way to her hips, eyes ogling her shamelessly. you’re hazy as you watch her cheeks turn pink and that’s when you’ve had enough because you can’t contain yourself any longer.

“i’m gonna show you what i think,” you say, then utahime’s gasping as your lips attach to her neck. you usher her backwards until she’s colliding with the nearest kitchen counter, all the while leaving little purple love bites across her collarbones despite how often she tells you not to. (she prefers covering you with them, but she looks so adorable when she scolds you for giving them to her).

your greedy hands make their way to her tits to squeeze them, and with a smirk against her flesh you’re shoving the garment down until it sits just beneath her chest, to which utahime immediately squeals.

“hey!” but she can’t find it in herself to be genuinely pissed, not when you wrap your lips around one of her rosy nipples and she’s instantly tossing her head back as you suck at it.

you push at her hips, guiding her as she obliges your wordless command and hops up onto the counter. feeling sympathetic, your mouth migrates to her other nipple where your tongue makes up for the lack of attention it’d received. meanwhile your hands make their way up her toned legs, hiking the hem of the dress up along the way.

your mouth pulls away from her stiffened nipple with a pop and you’re grinning at your girlfriend as you sink between her legs where you spend so much time that it’s like your second home. her skirt is hiked up around her waist, exposing her cute lacy panties that you’re tugging at before you can help it. she lifts her hips, letting you tear them down her legs.

without a second to waste, your mouth latches onto her clit, prompting utahime to let out one of her pretty moans that are always so effortlessly lewd. in a split second her hand flies to your hair, an futile attempt to ask you for mercy. she’s just so sensitive.

as your tongue draws circles against her bud, your fingertips prod at her entrance. the tip of your middle finger slides through her folds at first where you collect the arousal that drools out of her, and you pull away to stare up at her through your lashes.

“so wet already, baby,” you tease, even though your heart swells at how needy she is for you, and then your lips are on her cunt once again.

“can’t help it- mmh,” she whines, her voice quivering as she starts to pant. “you’re so good to me.”

you hum against her dripping pussy, dipping a single finger inside and it slips in with ease, as it always does. you crook it upwards and utahime’s grip on the roots of your hair turns a little more harsh.

the sounds coming from you are utterly obscene. you slurp and lick at utahime’s clit with fervour while every drag of your finger in and out of her pussy gives a squelch. there’s an almost constant stream of breathy moans from your girlfriend’s mouth. every so often she gives a soft “fuck,” or a “please,” or the whine of your name that has a patch of wetness growing in your own panties.

a second digit joins your first. utahime’s thighs tremble around you and her moans grow a little louder. her warm walls swallow your now two fingers, and the way she starts to pulse around you is all the indication that you need of her pending climax.

“baby… i’m close,” she whimpers, voice laced with a need that spurs you on in your ministrations.

your fingers speed up as your wrist flicks back and forth. your tongue works her clit rapidly, your mind empty but for the sole goal of making your girlfriend cum.

“cum for me, angel,” you mutter, pulling away just enough so that your words aren’t muffled by her pussy. still you’re close enough that your hot breath blows over her clit and your words send vibrations through her entire body. “cum on my fingers. you can do it, yeah? for me.”

and then her eyes roll back and her head falls back too and her mouth is wide as she cries out with bliss. she clenches all around your fingers which never halt as they coax her through her orgasm. your knees wobble as you stand from between her quivering legs to press a flurry of tender kisses to her neck.

“that’s it. good girl,” you coo, adoring the way she squirms. “my best girl.”

needless to say, she definitely wasn’t returning the dress.

#utahime smut #utahime x reader #utahime iori smut #utahime iori x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — utahime

[juusauce]

At the Altar

Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.

created by @maysdigitalarts

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in the story are from Akutami Gege's manga, Jujutsu Kaisen. Some places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The mentioned characters are not mine, credit to Akutami Gege.

If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.

Word Count: 2.3K

credits @cafekitsune

Heavy breaths. 

Whimpers.

The pace of my heart quickly went up and down. Gojo kissed my nape as his hand went down to lift up the skirt of my gown, and the other hand fondled my breast. My lips parted when I felt him move his thumb in a circular motion on my clit. I whimpered when his long middle finger entered my entrance. He easily inserted his finger inside me because of the dampness.

"And you're still denying that I don't have an effect on you, hmm?" I trembled even more when he licked my earlobe down to my neck. Oh, sweet gracious! His tongue added to the sensation I felt.

He grabbed my chin and kissed me to seal my lips. I was nervous about what we were doing because people outside might hear us. We are here now in front of the altar inside this small chapel, near the big church, where Suguru and Shoko's wedding will be held.

I knew this would be disgraceful because we did this deed in front of Him, at His altar, but all thoughts of guilt about getting caught vanished when he slid another finger inside me, causing me to moan into his mouth. The risk of being caught only added to the excitement.

I could feel his hardness pressing against my back, and I knew I wanted more. As we continued to explore each other, I couldn't help but wonder if this was just a fling or if it could be something more. Either way, I knew I wanted to savor every moment with him.

"You're too wet for me," he said with certainty.

He really knows how to awaken my desires and make me a wanton woman. I didn't recognize myself. She was different from what I've known. I didn't know I was capable of doing this with him. But there was something about him that made me feel alive and free. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, like I was the only woman in the world. Or maybe it was the way he touched me, with a confidence and gentleness that made me feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. Whatever it was, I knew that I didn't want this to end.

His blue ocean eyes stared at me. Those eyes were like a crystal clear blue ocean, full of lust as he licked those juices—my juices in his long fingers. I shuddered with pleasure as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. It was a bold move, but it turned me on even more. We were both lost in the moment, not thinking about anything else but each other. I knew that we had to be careful, but at that moment, I didn't care. All I wanted was him and the intense pleasure he brought me. 

"You taste so sweet as candy..." He whispered into my ear. His ragged breath sent shivers through my spine. "I can't wait to taste your treasured honeycomb." He ran his tongue across his lips. Oh, god! He was so sexy when doing that.

I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, grinding myself to his arousal. I felt him. He was fucking too hard. And oh, god! He is fucking huge.

I groaned when he pulled away. "Disappointed? Don't worry, I'll be inside of you later," he chuckled. "But it's too early for that."

I rolled my eyes as I was trying to catch my breath. I'm so frustrated. He makes me frustrated! But he just flashed his devilish grin at me.

"Patience is a virtue, my candy." He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Please refrain from speaking—" I gasped when he removed my entire dress. I was too surprised when he almost ruined my fucking dress. I felt the sudden cold air on my skin. 

"Oh, god! Are you planning to ruin my dress? Did you know that I didn't have a spare dress for this wedding? If you'll ruin it. Surely, I would be—"

He knelt in front of me, and he made me stop by kissing and nibbling on my thighs, working his way up to my center. I moaned softly, feeling his warm breath against my skin. My heart pounded crazily as he started to explore me with his tongue, and I couldn't help but grip his hair tightly. Every touch, every lick, sent waves of pleasure through my body.

I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. My breath caught in my throat as his hands slid up my thighs, his fingers grazing the lace of my lingerie. I wanted him and needed him. He looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes before pulling my lingerie down and burying his face between my legs. I trembled as he explored every inch of me with his tongue, lips, and fingers, but I was thankful because he held my thighs firmly.

The veins in his arms protruded. Oh, god! His calloused hands caressed my thighs. I moaned, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that was building inside me.

His skilled movements were driving me wild, and I knew I was on the brink of ecstasy. As I felt my body tensing up, he slowed down, teasing me with light kisses and gentle strokes. I groaned in frustration, but he simply grinned and continued to work his magic. I ran my fingers through his hair, urging him on, and he responded by increasing the intensity of his movements.

The pleasure was so intense that I felt like I was on the edge of something, about to explode. And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he stopped and stood up, pulling me close to him. The sensation was overwhelming, but I felt a bit disappointed because he stopped in the middle of the climax. 

"Why did you stop?" I was so irritated at him. 

"My candy is so impatient, hmm?" he whispered in my ear.

"Didn't you know how thrilled I am to ravish you?" he growled, and I knew that there was no going back.

"I'll take you to the heavens." My heart pounded against my chest, and my labored breathing shows how thrilled I was by the way he looked at me. His mischievous grin did suggest he had something else in mind.

He took my hand and led me towards the altar table, my heart racing with anticipation. As he laid me in there, my center was too exposed in front of him. I suddenly felt a shiver run down my spine as I saw his intense gaze upon me. I want to ask him, 'What was he planning? And why did it make me feel so excited?'

But before I could say anything, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Trust me. This will be alright." Those words sent a thrill through my body, and I found myself relaxing into the moment.

As he began to trace his fingers and lips lightly over my skin, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me again. Every touch was electric, and I knew that whatever he had in mind, it was going to be unforgettable. With a sense of anticipation building inside me, I closed my eyes and surrendered to his touch.

His words and actions were like fuel for the fire burning inside of me. I had never felt this way before—so alive and consumed by desire. It was as if every nerve in my body was on high alert for his touch.

"Damn it!" I saw him shutting his eyes. "You're so fucking sexy, my candy!" He groaned. I blushed at his words, feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment. I couldn't deny the attraction between us, and as he leaned in to kiss me and pinned my wrist above my head. He sipped and then licked from my neck down to the upper part of my breast.

His tongue was like a flame, leaving a trail of heat wherever it touched. I couldn't resist his touch and melted into his embrace. My body arched towards him, begging for more. His hands trailed down my sides, gripping my hips tightly as he brought me closer to him. I could feel him. He was so hard, so fucking hard. 

"Oh, god!" I couldn't help but moan in response. His lips found mine again, and we kissed hungrily, lost in our own world of pleasure.

"Oh, god! Satoru," I moaned again.

I was in a trance, lost in the moment, when he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to take you slowly?" or hardly?" My heart raced when he said it. 

I knew that I wanted him to take me both ways—to experience the slow and sensual side of him as well as the intense and rough side. 

I shivered with anticipation, eager for what was to come next.

"Whatever you like..." My breath became ragged. "But I would like you to do it very hard." 

Those blue eyes darkened as I helped him unbutton his white dress shirt with his bow. My eyes wandered in his glorious body. I gasped as I ran my fingers across his iron-clad chest down to his six-pack abs. I felt his warmth through my fingertips.

"Fuck!" He said it under his labored breath.

"I want to ravish you." He intently stared at me. "You're so small and yet so fucking gorgeous beneath me." He leaned in and kissed me passionately, tasting the depths of my mouth.

Our bodies pressed against each other, the heat between us igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment. His hands roamed over my body, igniting every nerve ending and sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. This was exactly where I wanted to be—in his arms, lost in the intensity of our desire.

He buckled his belt and quickly opened his zipper to free his hardened length. I eagerly reached for him, wrapping my hand around his shaft and stroking it slowly. He groaned, the sound sending shivers down my spine. I wanted him inside me, filling me up completely.

With a swift movement, he flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. I could feel his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "You asked for it hard, and that's exactly what you're going to get." My body trembled with anticipation as he positioned himself behind me, ready to take me in a way I had never experienced before. I braced myself, waiting for the first thrust, but instead he began to tease me with his hands, tracing circles over my back and down my spine. I let out a frustrated moan, desperate for him to take me.

"Fuck! Satoru, don't make me wait—" He plunged into me with a force that left me gasping for air.

"How's that, my candy?" He whispered.

I moaned softly as my only answer to his question. My mind was clouded with desire as Satoru's thrust got harder, hitting every corner inside me. The sensation was intense, and I couldn't help but grip the altar table's edge hard, like if that's where I get my strength.

Every movement of his hips was like an electric shock, sending me higher and higher until I was on the brink of release. He kept up the relentless pace, driving me to the edge and then pulling back just enough to keep me from falling over. I could feel my body tense; it was like a shock to my system, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I moaned his name, unable to contain the passion that was building inside of me.

"Shhh..." He hushed me while he was slowly thrusting inside me. "Do you want them to catch us fucking each other here, hmm?" He muttered.

I shook my head and closed my eyes as I focused on the sensations that were overwhelming me. I didn't care about anything else at that moment except for the pleasure that he was giving me.

His breath was hot against my neck, and I could feel the tension building inside of him as well. I knew that we were both close and that the climax was coming soon. And then, with a final, deep thrust, he sent me over the edge.

I tried to cry out his name again, but his reflexes were too fast; he claimed my lips. I moaned inside his mouth as the pleasure consumed me, and he followed shortly after, collapsing onto me with a sigh of satisfaction.

As we panted and tangled in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered in that moment except for us. 

"I think that was the hottest sex we ever did," I mumbled.

He chuckled softly. He gave me a neck kiss while pressing his face into mine. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he whispered, his breath tickling my skin. We stay there for a few minutes, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow. 

But as the moment passed, a sense of guilt crept in. We couldn't just ignore the fact that we were supposed to be at our best friend's wedding. I pulled away from him, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "I don't know if we should have done that," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Did you regret doing it with me?"

"No, but—"

"But what, Hime?" He stared at me intently.

"But they will wonder if we are not there."

Eventually, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close. "You know," he said, his voice low and husky, "we don't have to stop here. We could keep going all day if you wanted." I felt a shiver run through me at the suggestion, and I couldn't help but smile.

"You already know we can't…" I leaned forward and caressed his chest.

"Oh, yeah, that fucking wedding." He groaned.

He grabbed my hand when I tried to get up. "Satoru, we need to go back there—"

"I'll clean you up first." He grinned.

"Satoru, I didn't plan to skip Shoko's wedding. I promised her that I would be at her wedding, and I will be the maid of honor."

"But you didn't plan to make love with the groom's best man, did you?" I was unprepared for his question. Did he say we made love? I gasped. I tried to ask him to clarify what he said, but he had already stood to take my lacy lingerie.

I hugged myself to cover my naked body from his gaze. I shivered when our eyes met. His intense gaze could melt me. I couldn't believe he had that intense effect on me.

We had only been seeing each other for a few weeks, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for that level of intimacy.

I tried to compose myself, but when he got nearer, I suddenly felt nervous. He knelt with one knee at me as he cleaned me up. I gasped every time his fingers touched my skin. He noticed that I was slowly getting aroused again, but he concentrated on what he was doing. 

I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same intensity that I did. Was it just physical attraction, or was there something more? I wanted to ask him, but the words caught in my throat.

As he finished cleaning me up, he kept my lingerie with him. I saw a small smile on his lips. "Instead of attending their wedding, what if we do it again?" he whispered.

"Satoru!"

Note: The Priest by Sierra Simone inspired this oneshot. I wouldn't suggest it to someone who is really religiously sensitive. I hope you like this!

#juusauce #gojo satoru x utahime iori #utahime iori #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru smut #utahime iori smut #jjk imagines #jjk oneshot #gojo smut #utahime smut #rated r #please refrain reading this if you're a teenager #gojohime rise #gojohime smut #secret lovers

[fairy-hub]

“𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pussy-drunk/cockdrunk, riding, squirting, oral, overstimulation, light pain kink cause you're too tight, mirror sex, mating press, full nelson, doggy, lotus, holding you in the air, overstimulation, praise, begging, cumming inside you, mind break, daddy/mama/princess/sweetheart/beautiful etc..., some hair pulling

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: geto, gojo, choso and toji (separate) “it’s too tight”

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

You’re bent over the bathroom counter. Holding you off the ground by your hip. His thick, rough fingers dig into your hip's squishy crease. "Fuck Mama, you're so damn good. Can't enough of your tight sloppy cunt." He tightens his grasp on your hair, yanking your head back to make you look into the mirror.

Roughly pulling by your hip to meet Toji’s harsh, quick thrusts from behind. His fat balls slapping your clit. Mewling, “DADDY! RIGHT THERE! PLEASE!” Your eyes roll back, jaw-dropping into a perfect o with a loud moan. Reaching back, he lets your hair go, grabbing your wrist, trusting it behind your back. You're a toy for him to get off.

Clenching Toji's cock, you can feel the soft texture of his skin, the hardness of his cock, and every pulsing vein better than before. Toji tosses his head back, yanking you up by your hair to his broad chest. Lowering his leg from the counter, slamming you down on this thick cock to make you meet his thrust.

Toji groans, "You're too tight mama, you trying to milk my cock sweetheart? Trying to make me cum inside your beautiful, hot tight pussy." He groans, bouncing you faster on his cock. "If you keep squeezing my cock like that I won't be able to pull out." Curling your toes when the harsh force of the thrust makes your mind go blank from the intense pleasure.

Wrapping your arm around his neck, he grabs the back of your knees. Spreading your legs your soaking cunt looks so good taking Toji's pale, veiny cock. Begging Toji, “Stuff me full! Please Daddy, wanna feel your cock throb as you cum inside me. Want your warm, thick cum fucked deep into me!” Tilting your head back Toji leans down to give you a rough, sloppy short kiss.

Breaking the kiss, looking in the mirror. “Your sloppy cunt looks so good taking my cock mama. Such a beautiful clit, soft lips, and you’re so wet, dripping down my balls. Nnn mama I can’t get enough of you.” His praise goes straight to your sensitive, quivering cunt.

You can’t take your eyes off the sweet drunken look of pleasure on his handsome face. He groans, “You’re too tight mama, you feel so fuckin goooood. Need my cum that badly princess?”

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

Laying down on Choso's hard, broad muscular chest. He's holding your legs apart by the back of your knees. Rutting his hips up, gliding his fat, veiny cock into your soaking cunt. Keeping his feet planted on your bed to help him keep a steady but quick pace.

His fat veiny cock spitting you open in such a position feels overwhelmingly pleasurable. "Daddy please, don't stop!" Mewling, begging for more despite your cunt squirting on his cock. Thick clear cum spraying onto your bed, drenching his balls you intend to drain of every last drop of cum.

You have long since given up thinking, too enraptured by the way his heavy cock feels inside of you. Evert stroke rubbing your g-spot making your toes curl. Choso grunts, "Princess you're too tight, I don't wanna stop. Nnng so fuckin' tight, wet, can't get enough." Rolling over, stuffing your face into your pillow, lifting your hips in the air.

Roughly fucking his cock into you, spreading your lips apart to watch your tight hole take his cock. "You're so beautiful my love. Your little cunt is going to make me cum quicker than I want to. When I want to take my time enjoying your squelching, tight cunt." He grabs your wrist, pinning them behind your back.

Pulling you back to meet his thrusts, lifting your face out of the pillow. "Please cum please please cum!" Your cunt is spasming around his cock from another rapidly building peak even though you just squirted on his cock.

Choso's thick, veiny cock, smooth deep moans, and quick, rough thrusts are too much for you to handle. "Do you think I'm stopping when I cum?" Reaching around, rubbing your clit. Your toes curl from the attention shown to your puffy, sensitive clit.

His cock jerks, twitching inside of you, his veins pulsing with the thick cum spurting from his cock. Stuffing his thick cream into your cunt with sloppy, rough, uneven thrusts. Pulling your head back, to give you a sloppy kiss.

The way he has your smaller body pinned beneath his massive, muscular one is intoxicating. Your slick dripping down your thighs as you cum again. You would never be able to make your cunt cum this many times.

How many times have you even cummed? You can't even think to count. All you can do is feel his massive cock splitting your soaking cunt open. Choso breaks the kiss to groan, "I don't think your tight cunt will let me pull out that easily. She's begging for more, I'll have to fuck her loose before I stop." Your cunt's squelching is as loud as your moans.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

His sleepy smile drops into a perfect o when you sink your hips down on Satoru's long, slightly thick, veiny cock. Clenching when his head rubs your g-spot. The sweet pleasure driving you to bounce faster.

Moaning, "I'm so proud of you for working so hard." His cheeks flush pink, a cocky smirk stretching across his face. He leans down, stopping shy of your lips. Leaving you waiting for a kiss.

Cupping his face, swiping your thumb slowly. He croons, "I know you are but fuck do I love hearing it." His gentle, passionate kiss gets rougher when he slips his tongue past your lips.

Settling into a steady rhythm, moaning into his mouth when he pinches your nipples, pulling till you cry. Gently rubbing them afterward to soothe the slight ache. You can feel every swipe in your clit.

Biting his lip making Satoru whine. Breaking away, admiring how pouty and pink his bottom lip looks, his beautiful, cocky, careless smile. Satoru loudly moans, "That's it you look so hot using my cock like it's a toy." The sound and his words go straight to your cunt.

Clenching his cock, rocking your hips faster, your clit rubbing the clean shaved skin above his cock. His words, "Sweetheart your cunt is getting so tight and sloppy." The way his cock feels gliding into your tight, sensitive cunt makes you lose all other thoughts.

"You're gonna make me cum if you don't stop." Purposefully clenching, sliding your hand into his fluffy hair tilting his head to the side. Gently biting his neck, sucking intending to leave several bright red marks on his pale skin.

Urging him, "Go ahead, bust inside my tight cunt. I fuck your cum deeper into me as I keep riding your overly sensitive cock. I wanna feel your cock throb as you cum." Groaning when you feel his cock's veins pulse seconds before his thick cum spurts into you. His warm cum gets you off but you want more.

Relentlessly riding his cock keeping him from going soft. Stuffing his warm cum deeper into your sensitive cunt. making Satoru squirm and moan, "Fuck! Fuckmefuck! You'retootight!" Pulling away from his neck, looking up into his beautiful face.

Swiping your thumb across his bottom lip. You croon, "You'll be able to handle it won't you?"

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Suguru is an addict when it comes to eating you out. The tangy taste of your cunt is his favorite flavor to replace the nasty bile aftertaste of swallowing a curse. Every time after a shift you'd spread your legs at his or your place for him to bury his face into.

No one could eat your cunt into a sensitive, sloppy mess the way Suguru does. To the point where you're a trembling, mewling mess, crying as hard as your cunt is drooling down Suguru's chin.

Pulling on Suguru's hair, his bun having long given up with the band abandoned somewhere on the bed. Mewling, "I've already cummed too much, I can't." Suguru doesn't stop pumping his tongue into your quivering, overly sensitive cunt.

He groans when you tug on his hair harder, not budging in the slightest. Squeezing your squishy thigh, rubbing your clit faster. Silently telling you everything without saying a word. Another loud hungry moan and your gushing.

Squirting thick clear cum into Suguru's mouth, trickling down his chin. He plays his hand on your navel, pinning you down to keep you from running away. Fucking your soaking wet cunt with his tongue, playing with your clit till your cunt stops spasming.

Moving his thumb to kiss your clit, sliding his fingers down your plush lip. He croons, "You're so good for me princess, knew you're beautiful cunt could squirt for me." Effortlessly picking you up, getting on the bed with you on his lap.

Holding you up by an arm around your waist lining his cock up. "You're going to cum one more time on my cock, let me feel how tight you get when you cream." Using some force to nudge his cock past your lips into your tight cunt.

Trembling from the intensely pleasurable burn of his too-thick cock spitting you open. You can't think to do anything more then whine, "Daddy as you feel his cock head going deep inside of you.

Loudly Suguru moans, "Sweetheart you're so tight! Too tight!" He takes a moment to pause, getting used to how tightly your soaking wet cunt is clenching him. Rocking your hips seeking the toe-curling friction that will make you cum

Watching beautiful expressions of pleasure take over his handsome face. "It's too much, I need more. Need to make your tiny, soft hole gap from my fat cock. Mm I need you to-don't stop! Nnnn!"

strawberry brat all works

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[saintkaylaa]

hidden inventory gc…

(ft. satoru, suguru, shoko, nanami, haibara, & utahime)

note: takes place when they were all at school together😇

warnings: cursing, suggestiveness, crack, foreshadowing, f!reader

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[mommypieck]

⌗︙・jjk girls - how are they in bed⸜⸜・

nobara

she's all about that double side dildo. she loves fucking you and she loves getting fucked just as much.

"just like that." she moans, humping against the dildo, making it slide deeper inside of you. she loves toys and she loves picking new dildos for the two of you, but this time she picked a bigger one.

"it's too big." you moan, your hands clawing around nobara's body. you grip her tits, rolling her nipples with your fingers and earing a slutty moan from her.

"is my cock that big?" she jokes, pushing the toy deeper inside of her. she can always take the biggest toys. you flash her a naughty smile, "sure bet it is." your pussies squeak with every thrust of the dildo and the deep purple color is covered in white juices. you know she is gonna make you suck it clean when she cums.

"are you close?" you ask her, leaning down to kiss her on the lips. she nods her head, her breathing is heavy and the bratty attitude dissappears as she nears her release.

maki

"that's a good baby." she praises you, rolling her hips inside of you. maki loves fucking you with her strap, she likes to see how much of her you can take. she pushes her body right into yours, stroking your cheek. you wrap your arms and legs around her body, helping her get inside of you deeper. she kisses you on the cheek before burying her face in your neck. each of her thrusts is angled to hit your sweet spot dead on, making you crazy.

"harder, maki." you whine and she smiles against your neck. she hits you with a big thrust, your whole body jolting. her thrusts are merciless and rough.

"don't ask for something you can't take."

your whole body shakes under her thrusts and you love the way her cock rubs inside of your walls. drool falls from your mouth at how talented her thrusts are and you kiss her again, tongue meeting hers.

"come on, baby. cream on my cock, sweetheart."

shoko

"don't bite me that hard." you laugh as your girlfriend bites on your nipple. your girlfriend shoko loves your boobs more than anything. she latches her mouth on your nipple again, gentle sucking it in her mouth. you enjoy being this close with her, just sitting on her lap while she laps at your nipples. she doesn't stop until they are red and sore. she pulls away with a pop, turning her attention on the other boob. your body is covered in hickeys, she leaves a trail of hickeys from your neck down to your boobs. you have to admit she's beautiful, the way her eyes look up at you as she sucks makes you wet instantly. you move your hips a bit, running your core on her lap. she helps you rock your hips as she enjoys her time with your boobs. shoko sticks her tongue out, circling your nipple before giving it a sweet kiss. she pushes her face in between your tits while you hump her, nearing your orgasm.

utahime

there's nothing more utahime loves more than when you buryyour head in between her thighs. she's a pillow princess and she loves getting eaten out.

"good girl." she praises, pushing your head deeper into her cunt. one of her hands is wrapped in your hair while your other strokes your cheek. the cutest thing about her is her expression, as much as she loves all of this, her cheeks can't help but to be flushed and she tries so hard not to hide her face in her hands. she hates eye contact but it's also what drives her wild.

"oh god, don't spot." she squeaks when you push your tongue deep inside of her, fucking her with your tongue. your nose dumps on her clit, stimulating her even more. her juices spill all over your face but you don't care, if eating out your girlfriend would be a job, you would be there all the time.

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[fushipurro]

the gentleness that comes (not from the absence of violence)

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☆ Synopsis: The Infamous "Invisible Man" is finally caught and detained by the FBI. In recognition of his skills, he's offered the chance of a reduced sentence if agrees to assist with a recent string of murders. He accepts, but under one condition.

His partner has to be you, his arresting officer.

☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, fluff/smut/angst, no curse AU, mentions of blood/alcohol, graphic violence/murder, guns, porn with plot, hurt/comfort, dubious morality, creampie, fingering, oral (f.receiving), biting/scratching.

☆ Word Count: 17.2k

Toji Zenin.

A ruthless assassin that’s managed to keep himself under the radar longer than you’ve been in the force ─ which hasn’t been all that long, but plenty of time to earn name for himself.

He’s the type of killer that you hear about from ghost stories, a mystery so thought provoking that you find no shortage of true crime podcasts about it online. The Zodiac Killer’s got nothing on this guy.

After growing up with TV shows such as Bones or Law & Order SVU, you jumped at the chance to study criminal psychology in college. This led to you graduating with high marks and officially joining the ranks of the FBI, eager to become your own form of Temperance Brennan or Olivia Benson.

You never for a second thought that of anyone else in the force, you would arrest the one and only assassin. The myth, the legend, Toji himself.

At the time his name was unknown, and even now there’s only a shred of paperwork that proves he even exists. As far as the underworld goes, he’s earned the title of “Invisible Man” through his actions alone. Toji’s never once left a shred of evidence that could lead back to him, despite being the cause of many brutal unsolved cases piling up to this day in the archives.

He’s a hired killer, that much was already certain. Many of crimes linked to the assassin all can be traced back to hits listed on various forums and sites on the dark web. Your fellow agents could never get a read on where the payments went from there beyond layers of encryption, and thus, the trail ends short of any possible suspects.

Really, it was a miracle you managed to catch the man himself behind all the heinous acts. How do you find someone when you don’t even know what they look like; someone who leaves behind zero evidence? Not one hair sample, fingerprint, blood droplet, bullet, casing, nothing. You decided to do what any sane person could do to draw out this enigma of a killer. 

You ordered a hit on yourself.

A fake version of yourself of course to hide the fact that you’re working for the government, but the pretty face in the photos is all you.

Quite the gamble, but it paid off when not even a few days after, he made his move on you. It started small with “accidental” meetings in public areas like at a grocery store or a sketchy bar one night where he offered you a drink and a good time. These little moments all led up to when Toji finally decided to corner you, but your team on standby were more than ready to apprehend him.

It worked surprisingly easier than you ever thought possible, but you chalk it up to him just being rusty. How else could you manage such an impossible feat?

All the cold cases tied to him had stopped for a period of five years before picking back up again a few short months ago. This time around, your team contemplated whether this was a copycat killer or if the real deal came back from the dead.

Nowadays, the killings appeared more spur of the moment rather than sophisticated and with careful planning. He still did his part in staying invisible as perfect as always, but the motives for each victim bounced between money to “someone looked at him funny” at best. Therein lies the problem you face.

No evidence? No conviction.

It’s one of those situations where everyone knows that the suspect is guilty, beyond a reasonable doubt, but at the end of the day, it’s conjecture without proper evidence like DNA or a confession.

Toji is a hell of a lot smarter than he looks and he knows it. You’re willing to bet if you got a peek at his brain, it’d be just as muscular and veiny as the rest of him. It makes him all the more terrifying to deal with if you’re not careful enough.

After his detainment, you thought that might be the end of it. Even if he can’t be tried on the counts of a dozen killings, there’s still the fact he was arrested on the charge of attempted murder in the first degree with you as the target.

You’re confident the jurors will find him guilty on that charge and spend the next 20 something years in prison if all goes well. Early release on good behavior seems far from likely for someone so dangerous with a capital D. All you can hope is that the justice system pulls through when it matters, and you won’t have to worry about him ever again.

…Right?

You got a sweet little promotion topped with a raise following the arrest, and most exciting now are all the new cases you’re in charge of, including the recent serial murders performed by the newly notorious Cupid Killer.

When you arrive at the bureau, you’re more than eager to start working until your boss calls you into his office upon arrival. You take a seat in front of his desk, not at all ready for the words you’re about to hear.

“The higher ups and Toji’s hotshot lawyer, Higuruma, have settled a deal. We’ll have him on our side assisting with the case.” His brows furrow with annoyance, but the psychologist in you can tell he’s conflicted. “I’m assigning you to supervise him out in the field. You caught him once, now you get to hold his leash.”

“Sir, with all due respect, you can’t possibly be serious,” you drawl, looking at the man behind the desk completely dumbfounded that such a thing could even happen. “We finally caught him so why risk him running off?”

He sighs, “I’m aware of the trouble this presents, but this is a good chance for us to kill two birds with one stone.” He reaches his hand out to the landline on the table, pressing one of the buttons. “Send him in.”

Your stomach immediately drops into what feels like a bottomless abyss. He’s serious. This isn’t some nightmare either, you know full well you’re awake and pinching yourself a thousand times doesn’t change anything.

“Y/N, I want you to learn all you can from his fucked-up brain. This is the perfect opportunity for someone of your talents to pick him apart so future criminals won’t even stand a chance.”

“But sir, out in the field? Why not keep him in an interrog-“

You’re cut off by the office doors bursting open, followed by the sound of heavy handcuffs. You turn in your seat to see the six foot however many inch wall of pure muscle walk into the room like a Greek God descending from the steps to Olympus.

May as well refer to your boss as Apollo from now on if he wants to play the twelve labors with this much better-looking Herakles. Too bad you weren’t given the gift of prophecy to see this coming. He should be in Tartarus, right where he belongs. A guy like Toji surely has a reserved space down there waiting for his arrival (he doesn’t, thank you Gege).

His eyes no sooner land on you causing your chest to tighten. You’re too afraid to even breathe, his presence is so overwhelming it has you in a chokehold. “There she is,” he drawls all low and husky-like that you can’t help the shiver that comes after.

He’s escorted in with the help of a few officers who lead him to the chair at your side. You shoot a look back to your boss that resembles a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming freight train, and not just any train ─ no, we’re talking the 777 runaway from the movie Unstoppable.

Toji wastes no time sitting down, his body easily spilling out the sides of the chair. He’s unbothered, maybe even happy about it once you feel his knee grazing your own. He moves with purpose, just like any other action. When it comes to Toji, there are no such things as accidents.

You don’t dare look his way, but you can feel his predatorial gaze aimed right at you point blank like a green dot laser sight. He doesn’t need to see a demonstration of your fear because he already knows it ─ like he can smell it. With how skillful he is, that wouldn’t surprise you if he could like this is all some alpha/omega type story. But who can blame you for being afraid?

It’s horrifying when you know you’re sitting next to a killer capable of committing the perfect crime. One look was all it took to have you ready to turn and run with your tail caught between your legs the night he was arrested.

It’s a miracle he even was caught, and you can’t shake the feeling there’s more to it than some divine intervention. There’s no closing Pandora’s box now, not when the monster inside is fixing to be put on a leash for your very own hands to control.

Your boss clears his throat, “Back to the matters at hand, I’m trusting you with this. You’re new to working in the field, but I expect good ─ and fast results.” He then points to Toji. “I expect you to behave as well. Otherwise, I’ll make sure the only thing you see for the rest of your days are four white walls.”

“Yes, sir,” you meekly respond, hearing an amused huff come from your new hunting dog of a partner. Actually, a hunting wolf would be a better comparison over a mutt, unless of course we’re talking Cerberus.

Either way, you can’t help but feel like a rabbit that’s wandered onto the dinner plate of this vicious canine, awaiting your demise with a pretty little bow taped to your body. Instead of letting fear control you more than it has, you close your eyes and exhale.

Stay calm. Relax. This could be fun if he behaves.

You’re a criminal psychologist, and from your profile analysis, Toji is the best possible specimen to work with. Everywhere he goes, he’s a force of nature leaving a trail of wreckage in his wake. It’s like he’s got some point to prove to the world, presumably caused by his upbringing you hope to learn about, as with most other criminals.

The contracts he picks up usually lead to a lot of faces the FBI has had their eyes on; sex traffickers, drug lords, serial killers, hell he's even taken down whole gangs in one night. You can’t lie that his morally gray work doesn’t make your own life easier, as cruel as his methods are.

There are numerous questions you’d like to ask him, enough to make a whole college dissertation surrounding the organ in his skull alone. The one on your mind the most is why he stopped for several years. What happened during that time span that led him to go radio silent? You have some theories, and all you need now are answers.

“Do I get a gun now?” he asks, looking to your boss with a hopeful expression.

“No.”

“Hell no.”

He looks away, clearly annoyed with that answer. “Tch.”

“What do you expect? You’re a criminal,” you say directly and right to his face. Guess your little breathing exercise really did help you get your spunk back.

“Innocent until proven guilty, sweetheart.” His tone is mocking and the smirk he flashes infuriates you. “I think if I’m going to be doing your job, I should have a way to protect myself, don’t ya think?”

“What, those muscles of yours aren’t bulletproof?” you respond, laying on the sarcasm, not forgetting to roll your eyes after for dramatic effect.

“Enough,” your boss growls, glaring back and forth between the two of you. “Learn to play nice, we have a killer to catch before another body ends up as a file on our desks.”

“Yes, sir,” Toji drawls mockingly, adding in a two-finger salute. You can already tell he’s the type of person that has to have the last word in an argument.

This is going to be a pain in my ass.

After the meeting ends, Toji’s escorted away while you finalize the details with your boss and all your favorite “squints” at the lab. You love your job for making every day feel like an episode of all your favorite crime dramas.

Later on as you sat at your desk going through files, you’re disrupted by the sudden hand that comes down over the stack of papers in front of you. You follow the cobweb of veins up to a pair of stunning green eyes.

“Jesus ─ fuck, don’t sneak up on me!” You slap his arm with the back of your hand, but he doesn’t budge.

Instead, he leans down until you feel his sultry breath right up against your ear. “I wouldn’t be good at what I do if I couldn’t sneak up on someone, ya know?” he teases, pulling away when you about stomp on his foot with your heel.

“And what would it be that you do, Mr. Fushiguro?” you ask, hoping to get an easy confession out of the man to put an end to this headache.

“Name’s Toji, sweetheart.” He grins knowingly, and you feel a flicker in your chest as a result of that devilish face and choice of words. You tell yourself it’s just agitation, I mean what else could it possibly be? You deal with emotions for a living so you should know these things.

You huff at him, of course he won’t make this easy. You grab a few folders as you stand, wordlessly making your way out the door from the office.

“Where are we goin’, sweetheart?” he questions, trailing closely behind you like a puppy ─ a dangerous puppy.

Forget thinking it would be fun to pick his brain, now you’d rather find joy in picking him apart with your bare hands. “Name’s Y/N, Toji, feel free to use it,” you scoff.

You’re playing a risky game, and you know it. Choosing to challenge Toji is like throwing gasoline on an open flame, waiting to see if the flames grow or follow the stream back until it explodes in your hand like a backyard barbeque gone wrong.

You don’t care if he does erupt, the sooner he tries anything or confesses, you have the killer of a lifetime stuck behind bars and the world becomes a safer place. Until you remember that he’s not some chaotic evil underworld tycoon, just a hired killer that’s taken down some truly sinister individuals. That much makes you question your moral compass on whether he should be locked away.

No, he needs to be locked up. You’re the one in the FBI, crime-fighting is your job, not his.

Toji doesn’t talk much the way down to the parking lot, and you’re thankful for that. The man casually strolls up to the driver’s side with you and holds out his hand expectantly. When you don’t respond he even does a little grabby hand motion.

“Toji.” You stare back at him like he just insulted you. “I’m not letting you drive a government vehicle. Do you even have a license?”

“Come on,” he groans, and now he’s pouting like a toddler fixing to throw a tantrum. “If you aren’t giving me a gun, the least you could do is let me drive.”

“Forget it, it’s not happening,” you tell him, opening the door for yourself and closing it before he has a chance to complain. His eyes narrow with his ever-growing frustration as he walks around to the opposite side.

When you put a guy like Toji into any room, he has a way of making everything ─ and everyone ─ feel tiny in comparison, and that’s especially true when the room in question is the interior of the average Dodge Charger.

You gotta admit, they cleaned him up nicely. His suit pants fit nice and snug, but the white button down looks a size too small as the fabric strains around his muscles. The black tie is out of place on Toji, but you think it adds some charm like the scar over his lips. He seems to look good in anything he wears, even an orange jumpsuit, but that’s a given when you’re an already attractive person. Fuck, he really is a devil in the body of a god.

“You gonna ogle me all day or take me somewhere fun already?” He rolls his head in your direction; obviously still upset you won’t let him drive. Typical.

“This isn’t a date you know,” you say back as though you aren’t blushing like a woman in heat. You turn the car on and are met by “I Hate Everything About You”by Three Days Grace over the radio. A funny coincidence given the situation, really. That’s all it is, right? No way could you feel that sort of affection for a man that kills for a living.

You proceed out of the lot, changing the topic before he has a chance to make another comment, “I assume they filled you in on what we’re dealing with?”

“They did but I didn’t care to listen.” He shrugs and you feel the vein on your forehead throb. I’m going to kill him, I really am.

“…Why?” you drawl, further losing patience with the man. Being cute doesn’t give you a pass to have a shit personality.

“Because none of the people talking were you and that was the whole point of this.” He gestures with his hand in the air, but you’re unsure the exact meaning of his words at this moment in time.

“I swear, are you ever going to stop with the flirting?” you sigh, resting your head against your hand as you slow for a red light. “Reach into my bag and pull out the folders, there’s some autopsy reports you can look at.”

He does as you ask, forcing you against the car door to accommodate his volume in the process. With your bag in hand, he settles back into his seat, giving you a quick wink that’s met with a deadpan stare. The light changes back to green and your eyes go forward to the road ahead.

“This your boyfriend?” You glance over to find your phone in his hand as he admires the lock screen. It’s a photo of you smiling, side by side with Suguru after your first case-closed.

“Put that away.” You swat your hand at him which only makes him chuckle. “And no, he’s my partner. Least when I’m not working with a killer.”

“You say that like you aren’t one, but that’s okay because you’re FBI and I’m the big bad criminal?” He rolls his eyes to further mock you before staring into the side of your face, practically burning holes into your features. After a moment, the scarred corner of his lip rises with sudden realization and his face lights up. “Wait…” He lets out a low gravelly laugh. “You’re a fuckin’ virgin, aren’t you?”

You immediately choke on air, swerving the car a bit. “E-excuse me!?”

“You haven’t killed anyone yet.” He leans back against the cushion, grinning like a maniac. “It’s nice to know you’re a virgin in other ways too though, my offer from the bar still stands. I can make you feel real good.”

He leans in over the console and of all the times you’ve been close to him, only now do you catch a waft of cologne mixing with his natural musk. It’s scary how captivating the smell is, bringing every nerve in your body to life all at once if you don’t open a window right away, which you do.

“Unless you want me to drive this car into a ditch, I suggest you shut the hell up.” You’re not serious, but if he keeps provoking you, that vision will quickly become reality. Some medical leave might do you some good.

“Ooo, scary. Your loss though.” His hands raise in a mock surrender before returning to the files in his lap. “Tell me about the case then, I want to hear it from you.”

A sigh escapes you for the nth time today. “For starters, we’ve dubbed the assailant as the “Cupid Killer”. Namely because their targets are always those in seemingly happy relationships,” you emphasize with air quotes.

“Why do you think that?” His brow raises, flipping through photos from the autopsy before landing on some of the ones from the crime scenes. “Ouch,” he hisses.

You catch him adjusting in the seat with careful consideration for a certain area, not missing the soft outline of something huge to say the least. God, get it together!

“Yeeaah, the killer enjoys making our victims choke on their own family jewels. As a psychologist, I’m inclined to believe there’s a reason for that.”

“You think they’re cheaters?”

“Bingo, hence why we suspect the killer to be female. They likely have emotional trauma that ties into to their choice of targets ─ like a revenge motive maybe.”

“What’s with this?” He holds a photo in front of you showing one victim’s exposed chest cavity.

“Every victim thus far has had their heart removed, but we’ve not been able to locate any part of the missing organ. It’s a mystery.” You turn off the road and into an empty amusement park, parking just in front of the gate. “It’s possible the killer is taking these hearts as a trophy or for some other purpose we’re just not seeing yet.”

He acknowledges you with a hum, putting the folder away carelessly before stepping out onto the concrete. With a few calculated strides, he’s back at your side scanning the area like some oversized bodyguard or protective boyfriend. It’d be sweet if he wasn’t a walking criminal that could easily snap your neck and ghost himself before the FBI even knows what happened.

The rest of the walk is quiet as you lead the hitman to the remnants of the latest crime scene, a Ferris wheel. There are still remnants in the area from CSU’s search, including all the various “keep out!” tapes or evidence numbers littered across the ground around the attraction. You walk up the metal steps leading to one of the empty bloodied cars of the ride.

“The body obviously isn’t here anymore but…” you pause, pulling out one of the folders and scanning through until you found some photos from the scene, passing them off to Toji. “Maybe you’ll see something we missed, with your experience.”

Toji takes the photos from you, laughing through his nose. “What I can see is that this chick likes adding a bunch of extra steps. I find it much more efficient to just stab someone and dump ‘em in a river.” He makes a sly and toothy grin.

“Hey, you mind repeating that for me?” You pull out your phone, nonchalantly opening a recording app. “I didn’t catch that.”

“Nice try, sweetheart,” he says with an amused expression, pushing your hand away. His head lowers towards you, hoping maybe he’ll get another reaction out of you without the threat of you driving off the road. “You didn’t say please.”

You flutter your eyelashes at him all innocent and pretty. The last thing you want to have to resort to with Toji is begging. You do have some dignity after all. “Please?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Nah, ya missed your chance. Better luck next time.”

Your face turns to a pout as you throw your phone back in your bag. You hate how much of a fool he makes you feel like. Even your ingenious brain can’t keep up as it turns to mush in his presence. Not a wrinkle in sight as far as you can tell so long as he’s around like some walking ironing board or steamer.

You have to remind yourself that he’s been at this longer than you. A man like Toji was always going to be a challenge one way or another, but you’ll crack him somehow eventually. You know you will.

“What did you learn from this scene?”

“Well for starters, our forensics division found the victim to have been deceased a few days before they were moved here. Another so-called happy couple whose girlfriend had nothing but good to say.”

“So,” he prompts, looking off into the surrounding distance. “How did they move the body here?” The way he makes himself sound like a college professor isn’t doing your mood any favors. He’s here to assist, not tutor you.

“There’s no evidence the victim was dragged, and even in a body bag we would’ve seen some form of chafing or fabric samples. The killer could’ve carried the body in, but that’s less likely given what we know about their physical strength.”

Toji gives the area another glance and you can hear him audibly sigh as disappointment takes over his features.

“What?” you ask, sounding a little too offended in your tone.

“Nothing.”

“Obviously it isn’t nothing.” Your hand moves to your hip, shifting your weight to one side. “I know you’re lying, Toji.”

“Yeah, cause you’re a shrink.” He scowls. “You should know when I’m lying.” You feel like there’s an underlying point he refuses to highlight on, but before you can ask, he’s already hot on the trail in the direction you entered the park from.

The nerve of this guy!

“Hey, wait!” you shout, running off after him. “Where are you going!?”

Another fun trait about this man you’re finding out is that he even walks like a serial killer. Think of any horror movie villain ─ Jason Vorhees, Michael Myers, even the damn Predator. You can be running for all you care, and the killer will still out speed you without even trying.

That’s Toji.

By the time you got back to your car, he’s already inside and buckled in. “What’s your deal?” you question, tossing your bag onto the backseat without a care.

“I expected a little more from you, to be honest.” He meets your eyes with a bored, lifeless expression. “It’s no wonder you guys are begging me to do your job.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He lifts one finger up, jabbing your forehead to push you back down into your seat. “Figure it out with that brain of yours, Y/N.”

For a psychologist, you’re not sure why it suddenly bothers you that he’s using your real name instead of the usual “sweetheart”. You choose to ignore it, turning the key in the ignition and driving off without another word.

There’s no radio this time or conversation, nothing to drown the awkward silence that hangs in the air. You glance over from time to time at almost every red light, but Toji’s expression remains the same. Eyes closed, his head leaning against a fist propped up along the door, just a resting stoic face. Fuck, even that’s a good look for him.

Your eyes trace lines down from his pointed nose to his chiseled jawline, taking note of how that very jaw clenches every so often or the small movements from under his eyelids. His black hair falls neatly over his face and you imagine how soft it must be to the touch.

Why of all people does the Invisible Man have to be this guy? This incredibly sculpted, god of beauty and sexual ferocity with a slutty little waist to match.

No matter how hard you try to avoid it, you’re slipping, and you know it. The longer this goes on, the harder you find it to continue trying to deny the obvious here. So deep into denial that you don’t even realize the web of red silk you’re ensnared upon.

BEEEEP.

“Shit,” you mutter, pressing on the gas pedal all too quickly as evident from the tires squealing. Toji muffles out a laugh and you spot a faint smile creeping up his face from the corner of your eye.

Damn him. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s a murderer, he’d be exactly your type of guy. You’re still reeling from his earlier comments, knowing he does have a point.

You’re an FBI agent, out in the field. At some point, you will be the one pulling the trigger and ending someone’s life. You understand perfectly well his line of thinking about justice and all, but when you’re the one standing on that threshold, it’s different, and you aren’t sure if you’re truly ready to cross the boundary.

“Where are we off to now?” he questions, and you’re at least thankful he dropped his attitude.

“A bar.”

“Oohh,” he snickers. “You trying to win me over with some alcohol? Good luck with that, I don’t get drunk.”

“I’m not doing this for your entertainment, I’m doing this for the case.” Your fingers anxiously tap the leather of the wheel. “I am going to ask you though to play along with my idea.”

He raises a brow all too eagerly, “What would that be, sweetheart?”

You swallow the lump in your throat before speaking, “…Pretend we’re dating.” You refuse to look at him after, not wanting to see whatever look is plastered on his face. Unbeknownst to you, he’s actually surprised.

“Don’t take it the wrong way.” You immediately cringe at your meek tone, knowing full well it’s his fault. “All of our victims have had alcohol in their system prior to their deaths, so it might be safe to assume a bar is where they find their targets.”

“And you want me to be your date, why?” he asks with that same annoying teacher tone he used on you earlier. How can one person be so insufferable and alluring at the same time?

“Our suspect is the Cupid Killer. They likely only go after men who are obviously in a relationship with someone. The bar we’re going to is having a Valentine’s Day special, which makes it a prime location our suspect could be in.”

“Smart,” he hums with approval. Does this mean you get that extra credit now? “You’ll have to be the one to treat me since the bureau locked all my cards.”

“Fine, but only because it’s covered under my expenses.” You roll your eyes, finishing the drive in silence until pulling up a few blocks away from the bar, intent on walking the rest.

As you come around to the sidewalk, Toji gets right up at your side and places his hand on the small of your back. Before you even have a chance to protest, his mouth is hot on your ear whispering, “Don’t forget that you asked for this.” His voice sends a shiver down your spine that doesn’t go unnoticed. It’s in his nature to not overlook a single detail after all.

If you only knew what else he knows, then it would be a real treat. From the way your thighs subconsciously squeeze when he violates your personal space to the hitching of your breath when he leans in close. He knows all too well what you won’t allow yourself to feel, and for that, he has a plan.

You make sure to send a message to your coworker, Kento, about having reached the destination. He’s like the Angela Montenegro of your division with his computer skills, always keeping a lookout over you in and out of work. You hate the ideologies of “work husband/wife”, but Kento’s become a “work dad” to you, without all the issues.

Toji’s taken on the role of a pretend boyfriend better than expected, making sure to open the door of the bar for you to enter, and even taking off your jacket to hang. He takes your hand and leads you over to some empty stools at the bar, tapping the counter to make his order.

The venue itself is louder than you’d prefer but go figure. There’s a crowd of couples celebrating the day of love. The lights were all shades of red and hot pink, and the music consisting solely of love songs.

The bartender returns shortly with drinks in hand, passing them to you both. You can easily tell he’s tired given the eyebags present and the disheveled bangs that hang loosely down over the tattoo across the bridge of his nose. His ghostly pale skin making a sharp contrast to the rest of him.

You take this chance to scan the rest of the bar, using your profiling experience to draw up any possible suspects from the groups present. Nothing too major strikes your fancy so far, but the night is early, and happy hour has only just begun.

“You should keep your eyes on me, sweetheart.” You snap your head to the assassin, ready to protest before he interrupts with two fingers under your chin, “You want to show off how in love~ you are with me, don’t you?”

“If it weren’t for this whole thing I’d be spilling this drink over your face,” you spit, ignoring the fiery aftermath of his touch against your skin. It’s just the alcohol, not him. You shouldn’t even be drinking on the job!

“Ouch, am I not your type?” He feigns hurt feelings. “No…that’s not it.” He corrects himself, eyes burning into you as though he’s the shrink in this totally fake couple. “You’re just frustrated is all, I can tell.”

That’s it, I’m done.

Your hand attempts to move on its own, ready to follow up with your threat until his own locks around yours. “Aht aht, sweetheart,” he purrs with a salacious smile.

“Why are you like this?”

“What can I say? You interest me deeply.” He closes the distance between you both without breaking contact with your eyes. Obsidian swallowing his green pools, fuck ─ even his eyes are hypnotizing!

He allows his lips to ghost over your own for a moment before grazing your cheeks on a path up to your earlobe. “How can I not be when a girl as pretty as you also had the balls to put a hit out on herself, all for me?” He licks his bottom lip afterwards, watching the goosebumps trail down your neck before pulling back.

You try and hide your flustered expression with the drink in hand, but you’re too late as always when it comes to Toji. Remember the part about him never overlooking details? All in the job description.

“I had to do something to get your attention,” you say in defense. “We were all freaking out when you suddenly popped back into existence after a stagnant five years. What’s the deal with that anyways?”

All of a sudden, his eyes went dark. The twinkle he had in eyes before extinguished and replaced with coldness. Or maybe loneliness? “That isn’t your business.” His voice drops an octave and for once instead of misplaced arousal, there’s some actual fear present in your core.

“Hey at least you aren’t denying it this time,” you tease. “Too bad I’m not recording this time around.”

He ignores you, taking a long swig of his drink. You watch the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, resting your head against your hand on the counter. While his brows knit together, you can make out the faint little crinkles forming around his eyes for someone of his age. He’s not old ─ no, but he’s at least in his thirties and most likely doesn’t have a strict skincare routine like you.

Your attention is drawn to the newest song playing overhead, “Lover’s Rock” by TV Girl. Toji must’ve noticed your interest for how quickly his mood shifts and you find your hand encased with his own.

Are you sick of me? Would you like to be?

I’m trying to tell you something. Something that I already said.

He pulls you out onto the dancefloor, intertwining your fingers together with his free hand on your waist. Yours settles on his ridiculously large bicep. Does he stuff himself with steel? Throw a jacket and shades on him and you’ve got yourself a living, breathing Terminator.

You like a pretty boy. With the pretty voice.

Who’s trying to sell you something. Something that you already have.

You could feel him softening up as you find your pace, letting him twirl you around between the other couples like you’re his doll. The look on his face remains nearly unreadable each time you meet his jade eyes.

But if you’re too drunk to drive. And the music is right.

She might let you stay. But just for the night.

The longer you stare, the more you catch glimpses of the emotions he won’t share. Curiosity. Confliction. Affection. Hurt. Love. Grief. It’s as though his body is actively fighting against them surfacing in order to steer away from vulnerability. You see it all too clearly. Behind those mesmerizing orbs lies pure heartfelt honesty.

And if she grabs for your hand. And drags you along.

His lips meet yours in an instant, closing the window view to his soul in the blink of an eye. You didn’t fight it, how can you? It felt like time had stopped and the universe only consisted of you and Toji, side by side like two neutron stars spiraling inwards to meet the other in a phantasmal display of cosmic power.

Even your traitorous pussy is firing off gamma-ray bursts in the form of pulses perfectly in sync with the beating of your two hearts as one united being. You’ve officially crossed the event horizon into the singularity. To think you even had a chance to resist his gravitational pull was a foolish dream.

She might want a kiss. Before the end of the song.

Because love…

You push away from Toji who stares back at you through half-lidded eyes swarming with desire. “I-I’ll be right back,” you murmur, rushing off to the nearest restroom.

…burns like a cigarette.

And leave you alone with nothing.

When you made it just outside the restroom, you took one last look to where you left Toji, seeing him talking with some chestnut-haired woman. Jealousy fills your throat, stinging like bile.

And leave you alone with nothing…

Once inside, you waste no time approaching the sink and splashing some cold water on your face. The reflection you find in the mirror looks like you, but her pupils are blown into heart shapes with twinkling little stars of adoration.

Get it together! You clap your cheeks with the palms of your hands. He’s a killer for god’s sake! Anything he’s doing is just a lie to get what he wants (it’s not, and you know it). Another voice calls out from lower in your body, Oh, but I think I’m in love with this criminal…

Fuck.

You exit the bathroom a few minutes later, sighing heavily as you walk down the dimly lit hallway back to wherever Toji is. Out of nowhere, a hand coils around your wrist, yanking you into one of the storage rooms.

You’re fixing to yell and go for the gun hidden under your shirt, but a large, rough hand clasps itself over your mouth and the other keeps your arm fixed behind you.

“Shh, don’t,” Toji warns in your ear. His body is actively caging you against the wall and you can’t help the fear that bubbles up until the voices outside the room draw your attention.

“Oh, come on~ I think it’ll be fun!” a female starts to speak.

“Baby,” another chimes in, male this time. “I’m not so sure about this.”

“Don’t you want to spice things up a bit? I’m getting a little bored, don’t you want to do something different for once?”

Considering Toji’s urgency, you can only assume this isn’t some normal couple chatting outside. Could it really be the Cupid Killer? If that is the case, then this is your opportunity to arrest them and put a stop to the killings! What is Toji doing!?

You squirm in his grip trying to break free, but he refuses to budge even as you bite down on the hand covering your mouth. The door is slightly ajar and peeking through, you can just barely make out some features of the man. Older, dark hair, glasses maybe too?

“Quick fuckin’ moving unless you’re trying to start something with me,” he groans. You’re unsure what he’s getting at, but after he adjusts his body, a heavy weight along your back tells you all you need to know. He exhales deeply, and the heat of his breath hits your neck all at once like a dragon fanning flames.

When the coast is clear, he spins you around so your back is against the wall, arms planted on either side of your head. Even in the dark, you can make out the starved eyes ready to eat you up for dinner.

“Toji, what the fuck was that about?” you whisper-shout at him, your anger evident. “If that was the killer, then we could’ve done something, we had the chance to!”

“You really want to confront them in a public place and put the lives of others at risk? You think a virgin like you can handle that?”

“I could’ve called for backup or better yet, let you at them since you’re so experienced! Since when do you care about the lives others anyways?” Your patience is dangling by a thread. “Have you spent the past five years being a saint or something? Huh? Do enlighten me, or better yet I’m sure I can do it myself now that I’ve gotten the chance to know you.”

“Cut it out,” he growls, pulling harshly on your wrist as he exits the closet space. He leads you out through the main area of the bar, seemingly uncaring to what others might think watching you both.

“Let go of me!” you futilely attempt to pry his fingers off with your own. He doesn’t so much as spare you another look as you’re taken out of the bar and led in the opposite direction away from your car. “Where do you think you’re taking me?”

“Be a good girl and shut up until we’re there.” He exchanges his grip around your wrist to that of your hand, encasing it perfectly inside his own. It’s odd, but you’re too distracted by whatever’s going on to think much about it.

“What if I don’t want to? I don’t have to listen to you, I’m the one calling the shots here.”

His head snaps your way with a petrifying glare. “If you want to be a brat, then I’ll treat you like one. You’d do well to take my advice.” You click your tongue spitefully in response, the one part of you not turned to stone by his eyes.

The man’s as stubborn as the Cretan bull with horns to match. Having a gun and a badge don’t make you the next Theseus either. You’re sure Toji could easily take down a Minotaur with his own hands and walk away scot-free.

The tension between you two now is thick enough that you’d need a chainsaw to cut cleanly through, but you refuse to be the one pulling the startup cord to do so. Well, at least until you see where he so insistently dragged you along to.

“Toji?” You act innocent, pretending you’re not surprised while blinking upwards at the neon sign overhead. “Why the hell did you bring me to a love hotel?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Not really.”

“Tch, then act like you do.”

He releases your hand and pulls flush against his body at your waist, ushering you inside. The worker at the front desk is quick to greet you both. “One night, preferably somewhere quiet,” Toji says to them as he leans over the counter pretending to whisper, “This one’s got a tendency to scream.” He winks, and your jaw goes completely slack.

I’m going to kill him; I really am.

The receptionist passes you a look of…pity? Jesus fucking Christ.

“Toji~ don’t say something like that, it’s embarrassing!” You laugh it off while at the same time digging your elbow into his side, "I keep telling him the clit doesn't need to be pounded on like a trampoline, but at least he can figure out where it is on his own now!” You smile innocently to the worker, not even bothering to whisper.

“W-what name for the room?” they ask with an awkward look on their face. You’re sorry to put this person just doing their job in the middle, but someone has to humble Toji. Paybacks a three-folded bitch.

“Fushiguro,” he responds, pulling out your wallet to pay from your back pocket. You did say you’d be charging the bureau but you’re not going to enjoy explaining this one charge to your boss.

They hand you a key which Toji snatches up, wasting no time in pushing you on your way. The room itself was exactly what you expect a love hotel to look like, especially around Valentine’s Day.

Red satin or velvet everything, rose petals scattered on the floor and bedding, various red and pink sex toys lined up. There’s even a clothing rack with several costumes to choose from if you’re into that.

Toji pushes past you, shutting himself away inside the bathroom. You figured he might try and say something to defend his masculinity, but not saying anything at all worries you even more.

Moments later you hear the shower kick on, so you opt to lay down on the heart-shaped bed to wait, letting Kento know what’s up and ordering a room service pizza delivery.

He comes out after around ten minutes, still drying his damp hair with one towel while another loosely hangs off his waist. Oh sweet Adonis. If you thought he was attractive before, then you’re in the presence of the almighty now.

Every inch of his skin is a perfect ratio of muscle, scars, and veins. Even his abs have abs that all trail down the V-shaped landing strip barely visible above the hem of the towel. Phidias himself would have a field day with his body. You’re surprised there isn’t any steam radiating off him, but a peek into the bathroom behind him doesn’t reveal any foggy mirrors.

What the fuck am I doing?

You roll away to face the wall, hoping it might stop the incessant meows coming from your body. You’re supposed to hate him, not want to fuck him!

Clearing your throat, you brush away those indecent thoughts. “So…Fushiguro, huh? Care to explain that?”

“Not really.” He stops short of the bed, tossing the towel in his hands somewhere else in the room. You can feel his presence hovering over you, but you refuse to look. You know if you do, then something inside you will snap.

“Look Toji. If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine, I get it,” you sigh. “But figure your shit out so we can work together properly and catch our killer.”

“You still can’t see it with that brain of yours?”

“Huh? What do you even mea- hey!” His hand latches onto your ankle, pulling you to the foot of the bed. You’re about to kick him but instead make the mistake of looking into his eyes first and once again you find yourself at the other end of Medusa’s stone-cold glare.

“Do you think I’m stupid? Do you honestly believe I would be careless enough to be captured by the FBI if I didn’t have a reason?”

“I don’t know, Toji! W-we all just assume you’ve gotten rusty.”

“What do you think, Y/N. I don’t give a shit what your coworkers think of me.” He tilts his head, drawing himself ever closer to you. “I know you’re smart enough to see my intentions.”

“Toji, I-I can’t…” You move to cover your face with your hands, but Toji stops you, holding them above your head. He raises one leg up onto the bed, effectively caging you under him.

“You can’t, or you don’t want to?” The towel conveniently slips off, pooling on the floor. “’Cause there’s a big difference there, sweetheart.”

Fuck, fuck, this is too much!

“I-I just ─ I can’t, this is wrong!”

His eyes swirl with a dangerous mix of mischief and desire, and Aphrodite help you if it doesn’t turn you on more. “If you really want me to stop then I will, no questions asked; but I don’t need to be a shrink to read what your body is telling me.”

The moment you feel his breath fanning your lips, that very something you were worried about snapping, snaps. Your lips part way like a glimmer of green for Toji and he’s on them in a second, kissing and suckling on the plush tissue like he’ll never have another chance.

His tongue swipes your bottom lip, as if he’s asking for an invitation inside. You oblige, greeting him at the entry with your own and soon finding the taste to be just as intoxicating as the rest of him.

The hand bounding your wrist releases and you’re quick to find purchase around the back of head. His hair even while wet is just as soft as you imagined it would be. Soon, you feel the tip of the Hydra’s head rub against the fabric of your pants, begging for some form of relief to come.

Toji pulls away with a clear string of dew still connecting you two as one, observing you through half-lidded bedroom eyes and a wolfish grin. This must’ve been how Psyche felt when she first laid eyes on Eros, completely enamored by his beauty.

His thick fingers come down, doing away with the buttons of your shirt to reveal the golden fleece lace of your bra hidden inside. You turn away, cheeks turning a delicate shade of flustered. “Aht aht, eyes on me, sweetheart.”

Begrudgingly, you face him once more eliciting a “Good girl” from the man, sending straight pulses down to your pussy. His voice is laced with sin and if getting off to it makes you a sinner, then you’ll gladly become one.

Toji can’t help the groan that escapes his throat once your bra and free and off to the side. With your chest in full view he purrs, “So pretty.” before the padding of his thumb circles in on one of the buds.

“Toji~” you mewl, trying to tilt your hips over his knee to relieve the pressure building between your thighs, growing ever more desperate for his touch.

“Shh, I’m getting there.” He licks a stripe up your earlobe, nibbling on the soft flesh. “Don’t be impatient or I’ll stop right here,” he warns, but it’s a false threat. If you brain wasn’t so foggy you could see that, but unless you actively tell him no, he isn’t stopping for anything now.

His lips find their way across your jawline, moving down your throat and leaving behind blooming red roses in his wake. You throw your head back deeper into the satin sheets once your whole tit is encased in his mouth. Toji lips work wonders on the soft flesh, biting and suckling in ways you never thought you’d gain pleasure from. Sure, you play with your own chest while masturbating, but never has it pushed you to the brim of an orgasm quite like this.

Again you find that Toji never fails to overlook the minor details, even when it comes to your own pleasure so unfamiliar to him, the squirming and the mewls coming out of you are all he needs to see and hear before he’s pulling away and you’re left whining.

“Fuck, Toojjii,” you drawl out with frustration, trying to use his hair as leverage to pull him back. He grabs your wrist, keeping it still in his grip as he brings his mouth up and over your fingers.

Fuck, you could cum just from this sight too. A beauty like Toji and that knowing look he gives while your dainty little fingers swirl around his tongue. His other hand is just rubbing up and down your thigh with feather-light touches. Every time he gets close to your heat, he reverses direction, but every return brings him closer and closer.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear every pretty noise that mouth of yours can make,” he tells you in the most saccharine tone you’ve ever heard. Truth be told, from the way you sound and call out his name with such neediness, he would’ve busted right then and there had he not relieved himself in the cold shower earlier.

Toji’s fingers loop around the hem of your pants, removing the fabric from your body to join the rest on the floor. He sits himself up, admiring your choice of matching panties that highlight the beautiful curves of your body. With one precise movement, his thumb lands perfectly overtop your pearl.

“What was that you said earlier?” he teases, rubbing patterns into the bundle of nerves and forcing such pretty moans from you. “Tell me, did I find your clit alright? How am I making her feel?” he chuckles deeply and you’re at a loss for words.

God, when you said this man always had a point to prove, this isn’t exactly what you had in mind.

Just when you find yourself on the white cliffs of ecstasy once more, he removes his hand, flashing you a sinister smirk that infuriates you beyond belief. Before you’re able to protest, his fingers hook around the sides of your panties, slowing prying them away from your dripping folds with a look of sheer cockiness all over that stupidly sweet face.

“Look at this pretty cunt drooling for me.” He uses two digits to spread your lower lips, eyes lost on your perfect little hole clenching around nothing. The sight of it makes his own cock twitch with anticipation. “How long have you been walking around all wet like this, hm?”

All day. But you won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“Since you started touching me.” Is what you muster up.

“That so?”

No. “Y-yeah.”

He shrugs with disbelief. “Whatever you say.” And you should know better than to take him for a fool.

He gathers some slick over his middle finger, resting the tip perfectly over your virgin hole doing all it can to suck him inside. He exhales deeply, closing his eyes for a moment. “Relax, sweetheart. Let me take good care of ya now, okay?”

You nod your head in a frenzy, biting your bottom lip as pushes up into your gummy walls. A couple of your fingers is nothing compared to one of Toji’s size, and you haven’t even gotten to elephant in the room swaying against your leg. With depravity as the pit and his cock as the pendulum, there’s only one way this is going to go.

“So tight for me, I hope I don’t break you.” The sudden pressure that follows his words tells him all he needs to know about how much you enjoy this. He knew you’d be good for him. A challenge at first, but he lives for those. If earning your heart and getting to split you open with his mighty broadsword meant he had to undergo the twelve labors, then so be it. He’ll finish those in record time unseen since 1300 BCE.

With a curl of his finger, he undoubtably finds your g-spot judging by the saccharine gasp that leaves your mouth. Your back arches in a way that puts the golden ratio to shame, for you are the true measure of beauty.

You on the other hand are hit with a wave of embarrassment. Who knew you could make such pornographic sounds? Not you, and it’s such a shock that you feel the need to shield your face with the use of your arm.

Big mistake.

“What’d I tell you before?” he growls, ceasing any and all movement.

“Sorry,” you murmur, uncovering your face. His finger goes back to your sex, circling the entrance methodically.

“Don’t you dare hide away from me. I want to hear you scream for me tonight.”

Who knew being threatened by an assassin in bed could be so damn hot? And here you thought you could deny what your pussy already knew.

You could say he’s punishing you by pumping in an extra finger this time around, but in his experienced mind, it’s high time the prep work really begins with some scissoring action. The added stretch stings like a bitch, contorting your face. Surviving the main event is going to take a miracle from above.

Sensing your slight displeasure, Toji slots his head down between your legs and while maintaining the steady rhythm of his fingers, his lips envelop your clit perfectly, better than any rose toy ever could hope to achieve.

“Toji,” you breathe and to the sailor kissing you up, it’s like the voice of a siren invading his ears. If that’s the case, then he’s more than happy to let you sink those harpy talons into him and take him for everything he’s worth.

For the third time of the evening, the knot in your stomach threatens to burst. Every pump of his fingers is akin to the hammer of a blacksmith working over the searing forge that is your pent-up body. History has it all wrong for Hephaestus is a green-eyed mass of all that is good and far from ugly.

He gambles whether or not to edge you for a third time, but the taste in his mouth is pure ambrosia, and who is he to deny the heavenly gift? In order to not waste a single drop, he removes his finger, fitting his entire face in between your folds. His nose batters against your clit, inhaling the divine smell that sends his eyes rushing to the back of his head with a lengthy groan to follow.

The humming is what sets you off, finally bursting the dam and letting white wash over you like a tidal wave of arousal. He swears he could cum from your face, taste, and screams alone ─ and god does he try so hard to resist flooding your legs and painting the sheets instead of your insides.

You finally come to when a sharp bang clashes against the wall.

“What was that?”

“It’s a love hotel, probably someone who likes it rough.”

He’s completely uncaring, and for all the right reasons. Toji finally has you right where he wants you and he’s going to enjoy every second of it. His tongue is working wonders to clean up all the clear liquid runoff, leaving your pearl with the pop of his mouth.

“Best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever tasted, sweetheart,” he tells you with such a lewd expression.

You can tell he isn’t lying about that either given your degree of experience. If Toji ever went to college, you’re sure he walked out with a PhD in sex. Hell, at this point it wouldn’t surprise you if he has a Nobel Prize in cunnilingus.

He sees that fucked out face of yours staring up at him with stars in your eyes and little do you realize what you’re doing to him. Every cell in his body is crying out to claim you all for himself, pleading to what little control he has left that without you, there is nothing left for him.

That’s all he needed to hear before the next thing you know, both of your legs are lifted up and over his ridiculously muscled thighs and the 13th wonder of the world falls onto your stomach with a thump.

Shit, how is that behemoth going to fit inside you?

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit all nice and snug.”

Great, is he telepathic now?

“T-toji I don’t thi-“

“Shh, sweetheart, please,” he pleas and it’s as much of a shock to you as it is to him to have heard it escape unchecked from his mouth. He really does mean it though ─ and if he has to beg for it, he sure as fuck will. “Just relax for me baby, okay?”

You wearingly nod your head and watch as he pulls back, grazing all the delectable inches over your clit. There’s a trail of white beading left behind that he takes into his fingers, smearing it around the angry crown of the hydra’s head.

And like some crazy sex sonar, it falls perfectly against the entrance to the gates of pussy heaven. Fuck, if this doesn’t prove you two were meant to be together, he doesn’t know what will.

His expression darkness into what could be best described as cunthirsty in nature. “I’m going to ruin you now for anyone else, and you know why?” Your eyes screw shut as his cock bullies its way past the pearly gates. “You’re all mine, sweetheart.”

“Hahh─ fuck!”

“There, there,” he releases the filthiest guttural groan you’ve heard from it yet tonight. “Relax~”

He’s really trying if you can believe it or not. It’s taking everything in his power to rein himself from crashing his hip against your ass in one fell swoop. The sight of his cock splitting the pink seas to disappear inside outshines the beauty of any marble statue or painting.

The stretch is unbelievably insane and has you crying out in your thoughts to the 12 Olympians for mercy.

“Shit, sweetheart, there are no gods here. Only you and me.”

“Nghh, Toji please.”

His thumb comes down over your clit, smoothing you out as he plunges the rest of the way and bottoms out.

“That’s it,” he drawls. “Just like that baby. You’re doing so well taking me all in one go.”

You don’t realize how hard you’ve been gripping the fabric of the sheets until Toji’s hand works its way between. Taking it into his own, he presses your palm down around your belly button and adds some pressure that results in some blissful whimpers from you.

“You feel that?” You nod in response. “Words, sweetheart. I haven’t fucked those out of you just yet.”

“Yes! Fuck, please please.”

“So needy,” he snickers. You thankfully don’t have to say anything more before he’s reading your thoughts again and starts moving his hips back and forth.

Maybe the real challenge of this all is trying not to cum early, your grip is otherworldly. He spots a few tears dotting your cheeks and swipes them away. In the thrill of the moment, he decides to taste those and surprise, they’re just as sweet as the rest of you.

Not even King Arthur himself would be able to pull him out of you now. There’s no going back and all that’s left to truly claim you is to mark you in every way he knows how.

He’s the best kind of weighted blanket the way he hangs on you. One that comes with the added bonus of the plethora of new roses adorning your neck and collar.

“Such a good pussy for me ─ fuck this was worth everything.”

“Mmpfm?” you muffle out incoherently, unable to form a cohesive word when every piston movement has you seeing stars.

“I knew you were gonna be special the moment I saw that ad online,” he groans between thrusts and disheveled breaths, speeding up with every passing moment. “Pretty girl like you throwing herself to the wolves. I f-fucking knew your work before accepting that hit.”

He knew all along!?

This new information hits you like the freight train you were afraid of at the start. He never once became rusty, no ─ he went full dormant like a supervolcano.

“You wanna know why I did that?” His mouth meets yours in a messy kiss, clashing teeth and all before planting his forehead against yours. Those green eyes have long since been swallowed up with black hearts.

“I-hhahd to see what you were like in person. I needed to see just who are for myself.” God, if his moans weren’t some of the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard. “You’re crazy, you know? Hell, if I ain’t crazy as all fuck for you now.”

“Fuck, fuck, Toji!” you scream as he bites down on your jugular, the moment you’ve been waiting for since the beginning. The maw of the wolf meeting the throat of the perverse bunny loving every minute of this.

“You wanna cum, sweetheart? You gonna let me cum in you? Let me show you who you belong to now?”

There isn’t hardly a second to think as he ruts his hips mercilessly into your core. His once domineering side morphing under the full moon into a pure animalistic nature with all intentions of fucking and claiming you as his. Dark romance novels wish they could achieve what Toji already accomplishes.

“Y-yes, yes─ please Toji, make me yours, please!”

“Good fucking girl.” Is all he manages to exhale before carnal desire takes over and he sinks his teeth back into your neck with a bruising grip.

The groans and warmth that follow in your cunt shoot through you and straight to the heart like it’s your Achilles heel.

You sigh and scream his name a thousand times in a siren song melody that does exactly what he knew you could do for him. Your body shakes and convulses, draining his balls dry and maybe even his soul after when that was all that remained.

For what feels like an eternity after, you’re untethered from the Earth, drifting in a realm of white where the only noise you hear is the synced rhythm of your hearts beating as one.

When you come to following the magnitude 10 orgasm, Toji’s full weight is on top of you his cock buried deeply. You pat his scratched up back (courtesy of you) a few times, but to no avail.

“Toooji~ you’re heavy,” you voice, wincing at the hoarseness of your own throat. Guess he was right about the whole screaming thing.

He groans with disapproval, eventually succumbing when you start pinching the raised crop circles you created. Not wishing to pull out, he simply rolls onto his back, trading places. The next few minutes are spent in silence, still catching each other’s breaths as he rubs his coarse hand up and down your back soothingly.

Post-nut clarity has never him as hard as it has until now.

“Letting myself get arrested by you has to be one the dumbest things I’ve ever done for pussy.”

Is that all he thinks of this as?

You swallow the bitter lump in your throat. “…do you regret it?”

“Not for a second,” his hand finds its way under the chin you’re so desperately trying to hide between the cascading mountains of his chest. “Look at what you’ve done to me, sweetheart.”

There on his face, you find that his eyes are slowly returning to the beautiful green you that so captivated you about him. Beyond that luscious forest of color lies his deeper emotions: adoration, lust, affection, longing, love.

Love.

It really makes people do such stupid things.

A smarter man would’ve avoided getting arrested and instead just asked you nicely to treat you for dinner. Toji’s without a doubt a smart, tactful man. But he exhibits such raw energy to a fault that leads him to believe the thrill of the hunt would be more worth if it means he gets the golden horned hind at the end as opposed to any other frolicking red deer.

It worked out though, for now he’s staked his claim and made his caveman ancestors proud.

“Fushiguro was my wife’s last name,” he tells you, and you can hear the subtle grief in his tone.

“I figured it had to be someone, but you were married? We never saw that in our background check on you.”

“That’s because I’m good at my job,” he huffs. “I kept my wife separate from it all, including any official documents so she could never be traced to me.”

His left hand raises as he takes a moment to observe the empty spot on his ring finger. There’s a faint discoloration around the skin proving the passage of time under the sun. Proving that time with her really did exist.

“If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t have to continue.” You bring your hand up just next to his scar, gliding your thumb over the rough edges.

“My wife, she… passed away during childbirth.” He doesn’t break eye contact now with you, and while the muscles on his face don’t show how he feels, you can see it swirling all around the depths of his eyes. “All I have left of her is my son, Megumi. Our little blessing.”

“I don’t think that’s true, Toji. Not anymore.” He takes his hand and ruffles your hair, knowing what you’re getting at like always with him.

“Truthfully, I think it’s a downright terrible you opted to return to murder to pay the bills, but I’d say Megumi is lucky to have a father that’d go that far for their child’s future.”

It is a cruel thought, but Toji isn’t and probably never has been a normal person. If killing is all you’ve ever known, you understand how hard it can be to find some other purpose in life.

“You know, I almost wasn’t sure I’d even get this far with you, but I’m glad.” He smiles, and it’s one of the most genuine faces you’ve seen him make to date. Toji’s not some psychopathic killer ─ no, he’s someone dealt a shit hand in life doing whatever they can to get through each day like anyone else.

An unstable mind, sure, but also someone with the capability to love another with his whole being and change for the better. Had he not lost his wife, you most likely would never have seen another victim end up as paperwork on your desk.

“What would you have done if it hadn’t work out?” you ask, almost curious if that next victim would’ve been you if your team wasn’t ready to apprehend him, but you already know the answer to that, don’t you?

“If you think any prison could hold me, then you have a lot to learn,” he laughs, lifting you off his cock and resting you at his side. You whine at the empty feeling, making him grit his teeth to not get hard and ruin the moment. “I would be gone that very night and then you’d never see or hear from me again.”

The door knocks a few times, and you panic a bit wondering who it could even be. Reality crawls back from the recesses of your mind reminding you that you’re a government agent, currently fucked to high heaven with a criminal in a love hotel.

Toji hops off the bed, throwing a towel around his waist and he approaches the door without any fear.

“Toji─ wait!”

It’s too late, and he opens the door.

You clutch the sheets over your naked form, looking straight out of the Birth of Venus, holding your breath for whatever comes next.

“You ordered pizza?”

Oh.

You exhale with relief, “Yeah, we really haven’t eaten all day.”

“Really, after all the cream I filled you with?” he teases with the return of that beautifully salacious smile that you find to no longer be as infuriating as before. “I guess I could eat, but I might need you to quench my thirst again.”

You really do hate this man, but god if you didn’t fall pussy first into the depths of Hades and come out unscathed and madly in love.

Love works in mysterious ways.

“Shit, they make these things in heart shapes now?”

You chuckle and it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard from you, maybe even more than your voice moaning his name.

“Let’s eat and take a bath together, alright? I’m only just getting started with you.”

The morning after comes all too soon, no thanks to your unsilenced phone screaming into the void. Toji has you pinned in a borderline suffocating bear hug that you struggle to move yourself from to reach your phone.

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? I’VE BEEN TRYING TO REACH YOU FOR AN HOUR!?”

More like 15 minutes given the timestamps of the voicemails.

“Sorry, I just woke up. What’s going on?” Toji rumbles from behind you and you pray your boss didn’t hear. Granted, you are responsible for him so you should have him close. Love making closeness, however? Yeah, let’s not try and explain that to your boss.

“What’s going on is that we’ve got another victim. Get over to the Rose Garden Park. Now.”

“Shit!” You toss your phone to the side, slapping Toji’s unnecessarily large forearm. “Come on, wake up pillow princess.”

“Five more minutes.”

“No can do or I’ll get fired, let’s get moving.”

Toji releases you, but not without serenading you with his morning huskiness paired with a deep heavy groan. The sound of it sends goosebumps shooting down your spine at lightning speed.

Standing proved to be a challenge on par with Toji himself. It’s nearly impossible to flex any singular muscle without some sort of pain from the ten-inch semi that ran you over again, and again, and a third time for good measure the night before.

If you thought his morning groans were hot, the dark laugh he lets out as he watches you struggle makes you consider up and quitting from the FBI right then and there. Sadly, you don’t, because you do love your job. Well, that and the student loans knocking for their reimbursement and an extra dozen zeros of interest. Gotta love college.

“Come on, Toji.” You throw his clothes onto the morning wood tent pitching the sheets. “Get up already.”

“What, no breakfast in bed? Here I was hoping to wake up to some cake on my face,” he teases with the most shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen on someone.

“You can have that later during a conjugal visit if you’re a good boy, I can’t lose my job right now.”

“I’ll keep you to that then.” He winks, you roll your eyes.

While you’re still finishing up, Toji’s out of bed, cleaned, dressed, and ready to go. It’s not fair women are the ones left needing a cane after sex.

Out in the lobby, you end up passing by a familiar sight from the bar, aka the chestnut-haired woman that approached Toji following your earth-shattering kiss.

You can only assume that since she’s here that she must’ve gotten lucky with some other guy instead of yours truly. Why would anyone go to a love hotel of all places alone, after all?

This time around, Toji’s certain you’ll let him drive, but to his disappointment, that answer’s still no. It doesn’t matter how much of a limp he gave you; he can drive his own car if he ever gets the chance to again.

FBI and CSU are already covering the scene as you pull in, including some familiar faces that make the job worth every minute.

“Y/N!” one of the men shouts, rushing to give you a hug like an LDR’s first meetup. You’re quick to block his attempt, given the mess of dirt and evidence on his jumper.

“Uhh, ew Satoru. Did you forget where you are?”

“’Course not, but I haven’t seen you in like forever.” He rolls his eyes, playing dramatic as always, but you love him either way.

Satoru reminds you a lot of Jack Hodgins, even going so far as to perform the same career roles in analyzing evidence ─ crazy experiments and all. He and Suguru go way back and are set to be married soon.

“We literally just saw each other yesterday.” You shake your head, but with a playful smile tugging at your lips. The man behind you clears his throat, diverting your attention back to the case at hand. “So what do we got?”

“Victim’s a young male, likely early twenties.” Your other coworker, Shoko, chimes in. She’s the head of the forensics division for the bureau and one of your closest friends and “sister from another mister”.

“They’ve been dead for roughly 72 hours already, same MO as the rest. No doubt the Cupid Killer’s work.”

Toji brushes past you, crouching near the woman and the body. Your other coworker and intern to Shoko, Utahime, gives him a questionable look before backing away to make room.

“What do you think?” he asks, no doubt intending for you to answer. He doesn’t even look your way but if there’s one thing you’ve learned from throughout this whole ordeal, is that he’s only interested in you and no one else.

He really is all yours. Even his criminal nature is being locked behind rose-tinted glass after a day with the man named Toji instead of the assassin codenamed Invisible Man.

Shit, has it really been only one day and you’re now complete and utterly head over heels for the guy?

Better believe it, sweetheart.

Just what is this deviant god of pleasure and what has he done to you? It wouldn’t surprise you if he came out and said his mother is Aphrodite herself.

All those marks you’re so desperately trying to hide under the collar of your jacket from the FBI weren’t for nothing. Not to mention how Toji’s back looks like a grizzly bear used him instead of a tree to mark their territory. That, and the plethora of roses you nipped and sucked to life across the expanse of his chest and abs he so wishes he could show off to the world.

“You’re all mine…”

Just remembering those words sends heat right to your kitty who’s actively purring and meowing this very moment.

Toji clears his throat, pulling you from your thoughts and reminding you that now is not the time to get all hot and bothered again. Least you’re not denying it anymore, that’s a step up from yesterday.

The crime scene for today is a public park with the victim placed upright on one of many benches with a view of a lake. His clothes are disheveled giving way to an empty chest cavity. There’s also the unnatural placement of genitals as with all the rest. At his side are a bouquet of red roses and baby’s breath ─ a classic romantic gesture ─ placed neatly in the crook of his elbow.

“I have to say, it looks a lot like they’re waiting for a date to arrive, but given the time of death, this one is staged as always.” You move closer to Toji’s side, using his shoulder as leverage while simultaneously ignoring Satoru’s questionable eyebrow at your obvious limp. “It’s a message of some sorts, like with all the rest of the victims.”

“What else do you see?”

“What else?” you say, confused.

You’re not missing anything are you? What could you possibly be missing. Toji sighs, but for once he won’t give you the cold shoulder over it. He points his finger out first at the chest, and then to empty groan.

What’s there to see that no one else would have? Unless it doesn’t quite pertain to physical evidence but something more psychological─

Oh.

“Fuck, how did I not see this before?” Toji stands up, looking at you expectantly. “The Cupid Killer isn’t one person. There has to be two.”

“Two? What makes you say that?” Satoru questions.

“Look at his thighs!” You snap on a pair of gloves, prodding your fingers along the flesh. “There’s knicks all along the skin; they weren’t careful ─ no, it’s completely rushed. They were angry when they did this but then look here!”

All eyes follow your hand up to the opening of the chest cavity. “It’s too clean, too careful. If all the killer wanted to do was exact revenge, why take such precautions to not damage the heart? If you even had the means to cleanly cut a heart out, why destroy the penis and everything around it in the process?”

“So why does that mean two killers then? I thought we established the hearts were trophies, so wouldn’t they need to be careful for that?”

“She’s right, it does makes sense,” Shoko interrupts. “The technique is different. The heart was cleanly removed with all the proper saws and cutters, but the rest is an amalgamation of whatever they had on hand, even with the previous victims.”

“The Ferris wheel too, that’s why you got all upset, Toji!” You paused, starting to pace back and forth as the thoughts kept coming. “One person would’ve struggled carrying a body, but two? That’s why the evidence is so minimal and without any scuffs on that body to get them up the stairs.”

“Good girl,” Toji praises, ruffling the crown of your head. “Now you’re seeing it like I knew you could.”

“Shit, so there’s two of these psychos running around?” Satoru hugs his own arms with a grimaced face.

“We still don’t know what the relationship of the two killers are just yet, but we should assume they’re all in on this.”

“Y/N! Toji!” Your boss bellows as he marches over, stomping along the way. “I hope you’re doing something instead of fucking around, why haven’t we caught the bastard yet?”

Fucking around? That’s exactly what we did last night.

It’s more fucked up that your boss expected a killer in handcuffs placed in front of his desk at the end of the day though.

“Sir, we’ve just made a breakthrough in the case,” you tell him excitingly.

“I don’t need breakthroughs, I need suspects! I need arrests! Something already to calm the public!” he shouts, uncaring to the commotion he’s causing.

“Sir-“

“No, I need to see some results, and fast. You too, Toji. I’m not letting you run around for fun. I’ll put those cuffs back on you myself if this keeps up.”

“Your agent’s got everything under control, so why don’t you go back to your cozy air-conditioned office and wait for good news.” He glares, ready to wage a war if need be for your sake, Ares help him.

“Don’t you talk back to me, I couldn’t care less about you rotting away in some cell,” he bites back, and you know Toji won’t take that lightly.

Before something irreversible happens, you take his wrist as tight as you can, dragging him back to your car. You plop down into the driver’s side with a thump, slamming the door in the process.

“Fuck!” you snap, hitting the steering wheel.

Toji on the other hand settles in without a hint of that earlier anger. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“I will be if I don’t get fired,” you sigh. “I can’t mess this up, Toji. I’m finally out in the field doing something interesting. If I mess this up I’ll be stuck in interrogation rooms until retirement.”

Toji’s hand settles on your shoulder and gives a reassuring squeeze.

“You’ll be fine, sweetheart. Just keep using that head of yours, the answers are already there, I promise you.”

How would you even know that?

You both go silent, staring forward while you think and tap the wheel a thousand times over with your index. Eventually, a lightbulb blinks above your head like a divine prophecy.

“If our killer has medical experience, then…” You dial a number on your phone, turning it to speaker. “Kento! Can you run a search for any former doctors or nurses in the area that could have any reason to resort to violence? Firings, complaints, accidents, anything.”

“Sure thing, give me just a moment… Alright, I’m sending you over some photos.”

“There!” You point one out to Toji. “Dr. Mafune, I only saw a glimpse, but I’m sure; he was at the bar yesterday when we were in the closet!”

Kento clears his throat, “Dr. Mafune was a surgeon at a small local hospital, but after an unrelated accident, the hospital was sued and shut down afterwards.”

“That’s as good a motive as any, and perfect experience for knowing how to remove hearts.”

“This is where it gets interesting. His daughter, Katsura, is the widow of the first victim we found. She worked in the building with her father while training to become a scrub nurse.”

It’s her! The chestnut-haired woman!

“Send me the address of the hospital, we’re going to go check it out. Thanks, Kento.” You throw your phone down, wasting no time in kicking the car alive and pulling out.

“Sweetheart, I’m all for indulging you, but are you sure about this?”

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now?” You spare him a glance, flipping the emergency lights on. “I have to get them before they kill another. Katsura was at the bar and the love hotel, I know you saw both. She probably has another victim ─ and that hospital is bound to be their workshop if it’s abandoned!”

“You’re ballsy, I’ll give you that,” he chuckles, lowering his hand to grip your thigh. It’s possessive but fuck if you weren’t on the job, you’d have pulled the car over for a quickie.

“You should know that already from the first time you met me. Think mine are bigger than yours, tough guy?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t push it.” He rolls his eyes playful, squeezing your thigh tighter. “We both know the answer to that after I let you play with them.”

It’s a careless decision going in without backup and you know it. A part of you continuously is screaming “don’t do it!” but you’re too deep now.

Balls deep, you might say.

Ha.

Here at your side is the Invisible Man. The man who conquered the underworld, one perfect crime after another. How on Earth could anything possibly go wrong?

The parking lot to the building is empty, save for some scrapped vehicles polluting the area, but you know better than any that that doesn’t mean the killers aren’t just parked somewhere else. Even if they are, this must be the hideout. You’re positive.

You jump out the car, pulling out a bulletproof vest from the trunk and throwing it on. There is a spare that Suguru would use, but in no way would it fit Toji’s physique. Hopefully his muscles actually are bulletproof like the nemean lion.

“Slow down, sweetheart.” Toji grabs you and twirls you back to his chest. “Don’t go rushing in when you don’t know what’s inside.”

You pout, but he’s right. Running in now would be a dumb decision like no other that could result in your own untimely demise. Better to let the professional head inside first.

He gives you the signal, wordlessly calling you forward. It doesn’t look like much at first, just a regular old, abandoned hospital. Things are tossed around, broken with graffiti on the walls, but so far, it’s quiet. But is that really a good thing when there could be a life at stake?

The two of wander down a hallway together, and there you come across the operating rooms. The doors are busted down, but the inside is exactly what you were hoping to find.

The killers’ workstation.

No signs of life as far as you can tell, but the tools are all there and the walls stained with dried blood.

“Holy shit,” you murmur. “We found it, Toji! The Cupid Killers were here–“

POP. POP.

Toji’s body encases you in a heartbeat, shielding you from the gunfire. You hardly register what’s happening before Toji snags one of your guns straight out of your holster, aiming it at the woman in the doorway.

“I knew you’d come find me. You just couldn’t stay away ─ huh, big guy?” The woman’s sultry voice hits you like cheap perfume sprayed over rotting food.

Toji’s unresponsive, staring down Katsura through the iron sight of the gun. Another voice chimes in from behind her, and you recognize it straight away from the closet, “Katsura, don’t waste this moment.”

“Why are you doing all of this?” you ask from behind Toji. He has his free arm stretched out to keep you where you are, blocking you from the Cupid Killers.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m getting my revenge.” Her lips stretch into a sadistic smile. “My husband thought he could get away with it ─ keeping secrets for so long from me and all. When I was laid off, I came home from work early to find him in our bed with another woman. Can you believe it!”

“I had to do what any reasonable woman would.” She waves the gun around playfully, laughing maniacally. “I killed him, stuffed his dick down his throat where it belongs, and had daddy here steal his heart for me. It’s only fair since mine was stolen and then crushed.”

“Why the others then?” you hiss. “What did they do?”

“They’re all cheaters, every one of them. It’s insane how many men are so willing to throw away their relationships for a night with me. I had to punish them.”

Your plan at the bar worked perfectly then. Toji was geared up to be his next victim thinking you were a happy couple. Would he have fallen for her thirst trap? Or did he figure out she was the killer from that interactive alone? Probably the latter if you had the guess. That asshole (affectionate) reads people better than you ever hope to.

“I knew muscle man over here had to be special, I even tried to convince my dad to let you in on the fun too after you ran away from his love to cower in the bathroom.” At this point her cackles closely resemble that of a hyena, and they only laugh like that before they attack.

“You don’t know how excited I got hearing you two through the walls at the hotel after. I can’t wait to join your hearts together after I kill you both.”

“Katsura, we really should–“

“Why stage all the bodies? What part of your revenge did that serve?”

“Those locations all meant something to me once upon a time. The Ferris wheel we shared our first kiss, the park where he proposed to me, the home we shared. Every memory is being painted in blood to start the canvas anew!”

Toji looks over his shoulder at you, twirling his finger around his head as a not-so-subtle drag at her pure insanity.

“The only one dying here today are you both.”

“Catch me if you can then, honey!” She bolts right as Toji fires a round. Never knew Toji could miss a shot.

“Stay here for me, sweetheart,” he tells you, but before he can leave you grab him with everything you’ve got.

“Toji! Your arm!”

His white sleeve is stained in red, trickles of blood following his thick veins down his arms. The fabric is torn in the areas, no doubt from when he meat shielded you from harm.

“I’ll be fine, it’s just a scratch.” His smile reassures you but doesn’t fill the pit that’s formed from the haunting sight.

He got shot. For you. Like literally, jumped in front of you, and took not one, but two bullets for you.

All because you got cocky and carried away being side by side with the self-approved strongest man on the planet instead of calling for backup.

Toji plants a kiss on your forehead and in the sudden shock of it all, you let go, and he runs out the room.

Get it together! a voice shouts from within you. You’re the FBI agent here! This is your job!

“Fuck,” you mumble, shooting a backup request to Kento and charging out after Toji.

There’s no sign of him or the killers anywhere as you aimlessly go through the halls, peeking into every room along the way. You pass by a directory board along the way which you stop to scan.

Room 214: Dr. Mafune – Cardiology

“Bingo.”

Unaware to you, Toji had caught up to Katsura in another part of the hospital. Both stand opposite of each other on a bridge overlooking the lower floors of the building.

“You can always dump her for me, you know? I’ll treat you real good.”

“I already told you once.” He stalks closer to the girl with a growl. “You’re not my type.”

“That’s too bad, we would’ve made a good couple.”

She raises her gun, ready to claim her next victim but her speed is nothing compared to Toji. In one lightning-fast motion, her arm is snapped and the gun disarmed. Before she can even react to the pain, he’s coiled around her neck in a chokehold.

Toji brings her to her knees, taking the gun in his free hand and pressing the muzzle into her temple. “Don’t think we’ll be having any second dates after today; I’m already spoken for.”

POP.

You hesitate just outside the male cupid’s office upon hearing the gunfire, praying to everything you believe in that Toji’s okay. Inside the room, it’s empty of any people, but behind the desk are shelves containing 12 hearts floating in jars all their own.

“Holy shit.”

You lower your weapon, stepping past the threshold and into the room to get a closer look.

“Don’t move,” a voice hits you from behind.

Turning your head slowly, you see Dr. Mafune standing a few feet behind with a gun pointed at your head.

“What, no bow and arrow for the Cupid Killers?” you tease. “Put your weapon down and hands behind your head.”

“You’re not the one calling the shots here.” You’re locked in a staring contest with the man, breaking the standstill as you draw your weapon. There’s a loud pop of fire followed by the telltale metallic smell coating the air.

The killer turns to run and you start after him only to be stopped by a blistering pain resonating from your shoulder.

“Shit, I’m hit.” Your jaw clenches as you fight through to pain to give chase. You’re so close, fight it!

Dr. Mafune doesn’t get far before you catch up. “Freeze! I will shoot you!”

He stops, slowly turning to face you.

“My wife left me with my dear Katsura for another man. When my baby came to me after killing her husband in a blind rage, I helped her like any father would.” He looks down the line of the barrel into your eyes, behind his clear-coated eyes, you find a whole lot of pain and zero regret. “I made it look like it was an accident, but then she wanted to go further, make others pay for their crimes. Of course I had to help. I love Katsura with all my heart.”

“Why tell me all this now?” Your breathing is turning erratic with every passing second. There’s a feeling of coldness spreading outwards from your shoulder that’s becoming harder to ignore as well.

“You won’t be making it out of here alive.”

It was then that time felt like it slowed down, almost to a complete stop. You could see Dr. Mafune raising his gun, but the trigger of your gun weighed more than the world on Atlas’ shoulder.

This is it. This is the boundary where you decide if you’re capable of ending another’s life. The only sound you hear is that of your heart beating a mile a minute. All until the crashing wave that is Toji slams into your body as a copper bullet comes flying at you.

Time resumes in an instant, and all the noise in the room returns.

“You trying to get yourself killed, sweetheart? Never hesitate or you will lose.”

Toji rushes the doctor, shooting out one of his kneecaps to stop any means of easy escape. One large fist comes down the force of titans, shattering bones in the killer’s skull. Blood spatters across Toji’s face all while he grins like the madman that he is, enjoying every second.

Using his foot, he crushes the hand carrying the gun, listening to the agonizing groan like it’s music to his ears. The glasses he had on were long since shattered, slipping off onto the pool of blood on the ground.  Toji’s fingers coil around the hairs of the doctor, dragging his body through the puddle until he’s placed right in front of you.

“Time to lose your other v-card, sweetheart.” His face lights up with amusement ─ funny given the situation at hand.

“I…” you shudder, looking between the bloodthirsty assassin and the serial killer. You can barely feel the tips of your fingers as you raise the gun, feeling it tremble in your weak hands. The gun unceremoniously falls into your lap. “I can’t.”

“That’s too bad,” Toji sighs, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. “Guess the fun’s all mine then.”

It was then that you spot a reflective glint from the sleeve of the doctor ─ a glass syringe. It drops into the killer’s good hand and turns to aim right at Toji. Every ounce of muscle in your body screams as you raise your gun back up, finger on the trigger.

You decide then and there that Toji is someone worth saving. If it means being responsible for taking the life of another, then so be it. You can’t let Toji die. The weight of the world is gone and the trigger’s weight turned light as a feather.

POP. POP. POP.

Toji’s eyes widen at the scene, releasing his grasp on his man and watching the staggering amount of blood pool around his feet. The broken syringe is all he needed to see for it to click.

“Nice shot,” he whistles. “I should kiss you for that…sweetheart?”

You can’t bring yourself to speak and your vision is tunneling to black. Toji’s kneeling in front of you shouting, but you can’t hear a single word. It took him all too long to notice the blood coming from your shoulder and he curses himself for letting the bloodlust distract him from your pain.

Your body is pulled flush against his chest, one hand tucked around your back and the other applying pressure to the wound.

He’s so warm.

Shit… is this what dying feels like?

This sucks, but hey ─ I lived pretty a good life, I guess.

Even got the chance to fall in love…

. . .

I wish I could still see him; I’m gonna miss that sweet face.

I’ll miss you, Toji…

Thanks for showing me true love.

. . .

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Shh, she’s waking up!”

“Satoru, give her some room to breathe!”

“Both of you need to give her some space.”

Light starts to peek in through your eyelids as the world returns to you. Suguru and Satoru are right there in front of you, Shoko prying the latter back a few steps from you. Kento’s there too, standing by the door with a calm but underlying concerned expression.

“…Guys?”

“How are you feeling?” Shoko asks, looking over your body in full doctor mode.

“Like I was hit by a freight train,” you laugh, recoiling from the pain. “What happened?”

Kento speaks up first, “You were shot, as I’m sure you knew. Thankfully it missed anything vital, but you passed out from the blood loss.”

“Toji?” You shoot up all too fast, but Shoko pushes you (gently) back down. “Where is he? Is he okay!?”

“See for yourself, sweetheart.” The familiar voice fills the room and you swear the heartrate monitor skips a dozen few beats.

“We’ll leave you two to chat.”

“Aww come on, Shoko! I want to stay here!”

“Satoru~ let them have their moment.” Suguru grabs his arm, dragging him out practically kicking and screaming while the other two calmly trail behind.

Toji comes to your side, sitting at the edge of the bed, taking your hand in his. Maybe it’s the morphine high, but he feels even warmer than before.

“You did good out there, sweetheart. Scared the shit out of me though, almost thought you’d die on me.”

“I told you not to underestimate me,” you rasp, flashing him a gentle smile. He brushes his thumb back and forth lovingly, and all the pain you felt disappears. “…Hey, Toji?”

“What’s up?”

“If you’re okay with it, then I’d like to take care of Megumi.” You briefly pause, observing the curious glance he gives you. “He’s going to need someone there while you’re in prison after all; I’d like to be there for him and make sure he lives a good life.”

“You’re a sweet girl, Y/N.” He snorts out of amusement but quickly follows up with a grin that sends warmth straight through your body better than any IV medicine could.

The road to recovery hasn’t been easy, but you’re happy the case of the Cupid Killers is finally put to rest. Your boss is equally happy, despite your headstrong attitude that resulted in you getting shot. That’s an issue for another day.

You haven’t heard much in regards to Toji’s case moving forward, but you’ve gotten to meet Megumi and see how lovely of a boy he is. A sweet young two-year-old with the temperament of an angel. The spitting image of his dad, minus the spiky head of hair.

Today’s your first day back at work, and you couldn’t be more excited despite the tinge of fear from already getting called into your boss’ office. You cautiously enter, sitting down in front of his desk.

“Suguru’s officially going into retirement soon ─ I think he’s jumping the gun ─ but he insists he wants to be there 24/7 for his newly adopted twins to settle in.” He leans forward and presses a call button on his phone, “My office, now.”

“Sir?”

“You’re going to need a new partner from now on. I expect you two to get along and help clear up the backlog of cases we’ve got.”

The door clicks open and you spin in your seat. Whiplash hitting in the form of déjà vu as Toji Fushiguro himself walks in, devoid of any handcuffs or guards. He wolfishly grins at the sight of your bewildered state, taking a seat neat to you exactly how he did the last time you both were in this room together.

“Higher ups made yet another deal. Toji will be working with us now as your very own partner.” Your boss slides a gun and badge across the table which Toji happily accepts. “He’s not out of the clear, so think of this like a special parole. I expect good things from you both.”

“Yes, Sir,” you both respond, this time without any sarcasm or mock salutes. Toji follows you closely back to your new desk of operations, sitting himself down over the oak wood top.

“So, partner,” He lowers his head and at the same, cups your chin turning you upwards to meet his lips with a sliver of space between. “Still wanna raise my kid with me? Let’s make it official, sweetheart.”

☆ Notes: did i go a bit overboard with the greek mythology references? maybe, but in my defense they were all last minute additions for some extra details which btw, jesus christ i went fucking ham for this. the word count baffles even me.

took so fucking long to get this out though. you ever find a fanfic that is so goddamn good and beautifully written that it makes you want to delete everything you've ever done because you feel like you'll never compare? yeah well i found that while writing this. that and i've had migraines every day for like a solid week now, i hate it here.

ANYWAYS, this was a prompt inspired by tojisfanatic based on this artwork

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