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Sung Jin-woo letting one of his shadows join? Only if it’s Igris. 

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jinwoo x reader x igris

Warnings: nsfw, expletives, smut, threesome, would this be considered necrophilia? I sincerely hope not, anyways—oral, pnv, dom jin, just absolute filth, creampie—although questionable, throatpie, multiple forced orgasms, first persons pov, links attached for some visuals, i just wanna shoutout this tiktok

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I can’t lie, whenever I watch Igris in action my heart thuds in my chest, hard. It’s just the way he carries himself that makes him seem…so human. But he’s a beast, and he became Jinwoo’s shadow by a split hair. 

It’s no secret that they’re both equally as powerful. 

Sometimes I let myself fantasize for a while. Let myself think that when he looks at me, he’s feeling the same way. That his heart is slamming into his ribs, just like mine—if he even has one. I can’t help but wonder, what’s under that mask? Or rather, 

Who’s under that mask? 

Jinwoo catapults across my field of vision, slamming into the wall of the training arena. Igris stalks towards him, sword at his side and cape flowing behind him. I watch his every move, his every strut. He glances over to me, staring down at me with a predatory gaze, checking on me. Well, that’s what I allow myself to believe, only for a second. I know where his loyalty lies. 

Regardless, my heart’s about to fly out of my fucking chest. 

Within seconds, Jinwoo regains his strength, getting back up to rejoin this… ‘spar’. His aggression is palpable, I can sense it from all the way over here in these four walls tucked behind this safety glass. Only Igris can bring out this side of him—it’s always a fair fight, after all. 

Well, almost. 

I always look away at this point. It always gets bad for Igris. But for some reason, I can’t today. I watch, eyes fixed to the scene unfolding before me. 

Jinwoo slams Igris into the ground, sending a rumble through the earth beneath me. The chair I’m seated in shakes, and I grip the table in front of me. Igris fades into black smoke under Jinwoo’s fist, and his glowing eyes snap up to meet mine, piercing into me with a threatening glare. 

Fuck. 

My core spasms. Suddenly I’m empty, and yearning for Jinwoo to make it better. He stands and walks through the residual mist that was once Igris, toward me. I swallow hard and reign in the ball of muscle trying to break through my ribcage.

His stare never falters, his eyes are anchored to me. I stand as I urge myself to hold it, to dominate it. But it’s too intimidating—he’s too intimidating. I look down, just for a brief second, showing my submission. And when I look back up…

He’s gone. 

I feel a gust of wind and Jinwoo’s voice growls my name behind me, his hot breath misting against my shoulder. I break out into a shiver, and I stumble back into him. He catches me, steadying me with his iron grip on my waist. 

“Jin—” 

“Igris has taken quite an interest in you.”

He cuts me short with a hint of aggression in his voice. My stomach drops. His fingers wander down my hips, to my thighs—under the hem of my skirt. He presses his lips against the shell of my ear. 

“I’m not quite sure if I like that.” 

“Wh-what do you mean?” I whisper, obviously unnerved. I feel his hard bulge press into me, and my pussy floods with heat. 

“I'm his master.” Jinwoo speaks a little too calmly, subtly tugging my skirt up, little by little. “I know his thoughts, his feelings. He takes a particular liking to your—hah, well, everything.” He yanks my skirt the rest of the way up in one swift, harsh move. “I mean, I do know the feeling.” 

What is he even saying? That Igris…feels something for me? I can barely think, much less focus on the words he’s speaking. Not when he’s thumbing at my soaked panty. 

“I didn’t know he could feel anything. He’s a shadow.” I say, breathless. 

“Yes, he is. But he still has his own…urges. Instincts.” He whispers quietly as he tugs my panties down my hips, letting them drop to my ankles. 

“Desires.” 

“R-Right.” I gasp and hold my breath in anticipation and my body tenses. 

He’s going to bend me over this table and fuck me. 

I swear I feel a gush between my legs, and suddenly my face is flush against the wooden table and his feet are kicking apart mine. My panty stretches between my ankles and he snakes his fingers around my throat. 

“Igris.” He summons his best shadow in a thick, dark voice, and Igris fabricates from a black mist in front of me, as if he didn’t just disappear. “Isn’t that right?” 

I look up from the table, only to be met by a suit of armor and his piercing gaze spearing down through me. Shit. He can see me…like this. With my panties at my ankles, bent over a piece of furniture. 

How embarrassing. 

I feel Jinwoo fiddle single handedly with the buckle of his belt, and then the button on his pants. His other hand maintains its searing grip on my throat and jaw, forcing me to meet Igris’s quiet gaze. I struggle to breathe and my eyes threaten to leak. 

My heart is going to explode. 

“See? He didn’t even respond. He has total control over himself.” His voice lowers into a whisper next to my face and I hear his zipper. “He actually wants to fuck you.” 

What? He—what? My eyes bulge wider, if it’s even possible, and I feel his cock notch at my slick opening.

So what, he’s forcing him to watch us? To teach him some sick lesson? 

Jinwoo must sense my unease, and he loosens his grip on my jaw and my head slumps back down to the table. But I’m still staring into the void of Igris’s eyes. He remains unmoving, eerily still in his stance with his sword sheathed on his back. 

“Caalm.” He draws out the word, letting his fingers just barely skate along the length of my spine.

My back arches and I roll onto the tips of my toes to present my pussy to him. Pathetic. I almost hate how wet and ripe I am for him. He hasn’t even looked me in the eye yet. 

“We’re not doing anything you don’t want.” Jin-woo’s hand trails up to grip my throat once more, and he hunches over me until his lips are next to my ear again. 

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

Jin-woo breaches me with exigency, in one hard thrust of his hips. I let out a whimper and try to stay on my toes as I frantically adjust to his thick cock inside me. 

“I see the way you look at him.” He growls as he presses a harsh kiss onto my jaw. 

He knows. And he’s teaching me a lesson, too. 

“I…I don’t.” I can’t find my voice to tell my lie, especially when I’m doing it now—staring at Igris while his master is inside me. 

Jin-woo lets out a low, wicked chuckle, and his hand tightens on my throat. Igris moves just a millimeter, as if he were about to let himself react to his master's slender fingers wrapped around my neck. 

But he holds himself firm, head ever so slightly tilted down as he takes in the sight beneath him. The sight of my quivering, glossy eyes peering up at him, and my flushed, swollen lips glistening with a layer of spit. 

“Careful, Igris.” Jinwoo warns his subordinate. “We’re not in the arena anymore. You might hurt her if you retaliate here.” He unleashes me from his grip, allowing me to take an unobstructed breath. 

“He’s not a fan of my hand around your throat.” Jin-woo whispers into my ear, and pulls out of me suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. 

“I won’t hurt her. She’s mine, remember?” Jinwoo speaks nonchalantly, as if he were stating a fact. Reassuring Igris, yet at the same time reminding him that I’m his. I can sense Igris tense—he feels like a ball of kinetic energy, ready to burst. 

Jinwoo’s cock prods at me again, and I ready myself for the impact of his thrust. I know it’s going to be brutal. He slams into me with a ruthless smack, making the table beneath me topple onto two legs. My fingers grip onto its corners as I bite my cheek to stifle the moan threatening to rip from my throat. 

“Mine to fuck.” Jin-woo growls, and there’s a possessive tone to his voice. He wraps my hair around his fist and yanks my head back. Now I’m forced to stare directly at him. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

That damn question again. He wants me to say it to his face. To make it clear that he owns me and my pussy.

“Yes.” I just barely whisper and feel him ram into me again. “Fuck!” 

Igris takes a step toward me, his stare trained down on me. He’s so close to me now, and I’m eye level with his armored crotch. Blood rushes to my face and Jinwoo hisses behind me. 

“Soon.” Jinwoo snaps, using the grip he has on my hair to hold me firm as he immediately sets a relentless pace, fucking into me with a vengeance.

“Soon? W-what’s ha-ppening soon?” My voice bounces from his incessant thrusts, and I’m so fucking overwhelmed. 

“Igris wants his turn.” Jinwoo growls. 

His…turn?

My heart lunges out my chest, and I’m pushed closer towards the edge. The image of Igris actually fucking me is almost too much to handle. If he were to fuck me…oh god. I’m going to cum from just the thought. 

“Jinwoo, wait. I—” I moan softly as my legs tremble and my pussy grips his cock. Fuck, I’m going to come already. And Igris is going to watch it happen. “Please, s-slower—or, or, I’m going to—haah—gonna!” 

“Yeah? Already?” He huffs, letting his hips snap into me repeatedly, fucking me like he’s angry with me. “Just from the mere thought of my shadow fucking your needy little pussy?”

“N-No!” I deny the truth through a tiny, pathetic cry, fixating on the sight directly in front of me.

The armor guarding Igris’s most prized possession looks tight. 

“Show her your face.” Jin-woo orders quickly, huffing and puffing as he ruts into me. 

Igris obeys, taking off his helmet and letting it fall to the ground with a clank. I crane my neck to look up at him and I’m met with glowing red eyes.

Hungry, scarred, red eyes, staring down at me like he wants to wreck me.

His hair flows down past his shoulders, a stark white with silver highlights. Christ, he’s more gorgeous than I ever imagined. 

And I'm coming…to his face. 

“Fu-uck.” I whine shakily and watch Igris’s eyes widen and his angular jaw tense. 

“Oh fuck, she’s cumming on my cock, Igris.” Jinwoo grunts and fucks me through every spasm that ripples through me. I writhe and squirm underneath his grip and my eyes fill to the brim with hot tears. “Don’t you wanna feel that?” 

Igris’s gaze snaps to Jinwoo’s, and the answer to that question is written all over his beautiful face. 

“Shadow exchange.” Jinwoo growls under his breath. 

Within moments, Igris fades to black and before me stands the menace himself—the shadow monarch—huge cock in hand with his ominous, glowing eyes shooting freshly sharpened daggers into me. 

Then I feel it. A delicious stretch. My still throbbing cunt desperately tries to adjust to Igris’s fat cock. He’s inside me. He’s really fucking inside me. Fuck, it’s so thick and big that I could cry. I really might fucking cry. 

I let out a wobbly whimper and force myself to keep still, if I move I think I’ll split open. All I can do is peer up into the luminous eyes that look back down at me with contempt, as I beg him to do something. 

“Oh my god. J-Jin. Jinwoo.” I chitter through my teeth and my tears of disbelief finally stain my cheeks. “Jin-woo, he’s really i-inside me.”

“Impressive, mm?” He grunts, breathing heavily. He cups my chin, pads of his fingers sinking into my damp cheeks. He tsks, and a slight smirk tugs at his lips. “I want to be inside you too, darling.” 

Jinwoo drives his thumb and pointer finger into my jaw bone, forcing my mouth open. He gives himself a few sloppy strokes before swiping his swollen tip on my lips as if it were lipstick, coating them in my own cum. 

“Tongue.” He demands through a breathless groan, and my tongue instinctively darts out, tasting myself on him. 

I’m sweet. 

“That’s my good girl.” Jin-woo grins, his thumb rubbing my cheek tenderly like some sort of twisted praise.

His attention turns to his second in command, and he takes in the sight of him mounted to me. His cock twitches against my tongue, and my mouth reflexively closes around his mushroomy head. 

“Hnng—she’s incredible, isn’t she?” Jinwoo sounds so smug, and for the first time, I hear Igris grunt. “Fuck her good, Igris.” 

The force of his first thrust litters my vision with stars, and it pushes me further down onto Jinwoo’s cock all at once. Jinwoo takes an intentional breath to stifle a groan and begins balling my hair into his fist. 

My clit definitely has its own fucking heartbeat. 

Igris begins thrusting in and out of me like a starved man, shoving himself as deep as my tiny body will allow him. His movements are incessant, laced with desperation. Like he’s been waiting—wanting to do this for a long, long time. He’s fucking into me like he’s never fucked a pussy in his life and the thought of that likely being the truth is making this even hotter. 

“Shit, I don’t even need to fuck your throat.” Jinwoo huffs with a smile and stands still, proving his point. “He’s fucking you so hard that your throat is riding my cock.”

Tears stream down my face and my head feels like it’s full of cotton. Am I even breathing? I test it out and hear a gurgling noise that I can only assume came from  me. Jinwoo pulls out of me, holding my head in the air and I hear myself heave a loud breath. 

“Don’t pass out on us, sweetheart.” Jinwoo’s dark voice echoes and I feel him tap my cheek a few times with his cock. “Come on, you can take us both. Right?”

He slowly sinks his cock down my throat again, inch by inch. I gag and my eyes water, because while he’s doing that, Igris is ramming him into the back of my throat repeatedly. 

It’s all too much. 

I shake my head and tap Jin’s thigh, and he yanks out of me and I gasp for air. He strokes himself fast, with his hips thrusted into the air and his core flexed. He groans low and long, watching me. Watching us.

“Make her cum.” He speaks quickly, stroking himself harder. Igris pounds into me at a frightening rate and I feel the coil in my core suddenly snap. I let out a filthy moan, loud and languid, from the back of my fucked out throat. “She’s gonna come, Igris.” 

I am. I fucking am. 

“I’m—I’m cummi—”

Jinwoo stuffs his cock back down my throat with an urgency, hunching over me and fucking my throat like it’s a pussy. His hand snakes down my belly, and his finger barely swipes my pulsing clit. His ghost touch sends me over the edge and I cum so. fucking. hard. My pussy throbs so bad that Igris groans like a dying man and ruts me harder. 

“Oh fuck, baby. Yes.” Jinwoo moans, giving me one brutal thrust before emptying himself down my throat.

He grunts from the bottom of his stomach and he holds me for what feels like an eternity on his pulsating cock before tugging me off of him. I cough and sputter, swallowing between sorry attempts at taking a breath. 

“Granted.” Jinwoo catches his own breath, and I can’t even speak to ask him what he’s allowing Igris to do to me now. He leans down, caressing my face and brushing my sweaty hair away from my pleading eyes. He plants a tender kiss on my ear and as he pulls away he whispers to me.

“Igris wants permission to breed you. That’s okay, right darling?”

Jin-woo takes a step back and I call for him with my hoarse voice. But he only grins and uses his stealth to fade into thin air, seemingly leaving me alone with the knight commander Igris—the blood red. I feel his metal arm wrap over my chest and his hand grip my shoulder to gain purchase. 

“I-Igris.” I nervously and directly acknowledge him for the first time in this entire interaction. “Ple-ase…” 

He growls and pulls me off the table and into his hard exterior. My toes cramp from trying to stay on my feet but he’s way too big and I feel myself lifting off the ground. He wraps his other hand around my waist and supports me with ease, fucking me mid-air. I claw at his armour and my legs kick and cross but I’m trapped in his undying grasp. 

“Holy shit…Igris!” I cry out, frantic. “Hold on!”  

Igris’s rhythm goes sloppy, and he’s trying to force as much of himself inside me as he possibly can. He’s trying to kill me, not breed me. A high pitched squeal splits my quivering lips and I kick a little harder—entirely too overwhelmed and overstimulated. 

“T-Too deep! You’re too deep!” My tears stream down my cheeks yet my pummeled pussy weeps for more. 

“You’re okay, my princess.” Igris’s deep voice hurls me into my third orgasm and I go limp in his grip, completely dissolving into the pleasure of his cock filling every possible part of me.

He cums with a gruff shout, tightening his arms around me as he stays inside me, stuffing me with cum until I’m queasy. 

My vision splits and fades to black and his grip on me fades with it. I hear a hushed sound and feel myself falling. I’m about to slam into the floor. I brace for impact in my fizzled brain yet I don’t feel the hard, cold tile. Rather, a warmth envelopes me, cradling me as I blubber and fail to set any breathing pattern, much less a steady one.

“Shh-shh. Breathe. You did so well, baby.” It’s Jinwoo’s voice, cooing at me, and he holds me close to his warm chest. “You were such a good girl for us.” 

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His Tinder pictures had been dangerous enough—a few casual shots, a grainy gym selfie, one where he was holding a stupidly big fish. But in person? Toji Fushiguro was something else entirely.

Broad, thick, and lounging in the dim booth like he had nothing better to do than watch you lose your mind over him

Because it wasn’t fair how effortlessly attractive he was, how his black button-down strained around his biceps, how his forearms flexed when he adjusted the sleeves. He’d ordered a whiskey neat, barely glanced at the menu, and then spent the next twenty minutes watching you toy with your straw like a nervous little thing.

“You always this quiet, sweetheart?” His voice was deep, gravelly, and way too amused.

You forced yourself to smile. “I talk.”

“To who? Your little dating app matches?” He smirked, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “How many you got lined up after me?”

You scoffed, but your fingers were tight around your drink. “You think I’m a serial dater?”

“I think,” he drawled, eyes dark under heavy lashes, “you’re a cute little thing who has no idea what to do with herself right now.”

You could barely eat, barely sip your drink. The way his gaze kept dropping—lazily, knowingly—to your lips, your chest, the hem of your little dress riding up your thighs. It was all too much.

You weren’t even sure how it happened, who broke first.

One minute, Toji was tossing a couple of bills onto the table, the next, you were pressed against the sleek leather of his car, panting into his mouth as he dragged you into his lap.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he rasped, fingers digging into your thighs. “Knew you were all worked up. You been dripping since we sat down, huh?”

You whimpered against his lips, rocking forward instinctively, and he groaned, big hands sliding up your ass, gripping tight.

“You shoulda just said somethin’, baby,” he murmured, licking into your mouth like he was starving. “Woulda bent you over the table.”

The mental image made you whimper, nails clawing at his shoulders.

He chuckled, teeth grazing your jaw as he shoved your dress up, rough palms kneading your bare skin. “Yeah? That what you want? Me playin’ with you in public, makin’ a mess of you in front of all those people?”

You shook your head quickly, but the way your hips rolled against him betrayed you.

Toji groaned, dragging you closer, letting you feel the hard, thick length of his cock pressing against your soaked panties. “Lyin’ little thing,” he muttered, pulling the flimsy fabric to the side, thick fingers slipping through your slick folds.

“Shit,” he hissed, middle finger teasing at your entrance. “You’re fuckin’ soaked.”

“Been—been like that,” you admitted, voice shaky.

That earned you a dark chuckle, his hand slipping lower, pushing one thick finger inside you.

You gasped, walls fluttering around the intrusion, but Toji just groaned, lifting his hips to grind against you.

“Shit, you’re tight,” he muttered, adding a second finger, stretching you open, his thumb rubbing messy, slow circles against your clit.

You were a mess already, clinging to him, legs trembling as he worked you open, his mouth hot against your neck, teeth scraping your skin.

“Gonna let me fuck you in my car, princess?” he murmured, curling his fingers just right, making your breath hitch. “Gonna let me wreck this pretty little pussy?”

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, gripping your hips and grinding you down against him, letting you feel the full, thick press of him through his slacks. “You know what you’re doin’, sittin’ all pretty in my lap, whimperin’ like that.”

You barely had the sense to shake your head, eyes hazy, lips swollen from his kisses. “N-no, I—”

“No?” He smirked, pressing you down harder, making you keen. “This little dress, these pretty panties—” his fingers toyed with the lace before snapping the waistband against your skin, making you jolt. “Come on, sweetheart. You think I don’t know a needy little thing when I see one?”

You shuddered, hands fisting in his shirt, and Toji growled, impatient.

“Take ‘em off.”

You barely managed to lift your hips before he was yanking your panties down, shoving them into his pocket like he was collecting a prize. Then, strong hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wide over him, letting the cool air kiss your soaked folds.

“Fuck,” he murmured, one big hand dragging up your thigh, thumb grazing the messy slick coating your skin. “Look at you.”

You whimpered, face burning, but he didn’t give you a second to get shy. His hands gripped your ass, guiding you forward until your bare pussy was sliding along the thick bulge in his pants.

The friction was too much—too hot, too good. You moaned, clutching his shoulders, hips moving instinctively, chasing the sensation.

Toji groaned, head tipping back against the headrest, his hands tightening on you. “That’s it, baby,” he muttered, voice rough. “Use me.”

Your cheeks burned, but you couldn’t stop, couldn’t think. He was so thick, so hard beneath you, and the slow drag of his clothed cock against your bare, slick folds was driving you insane.

You sobbed, hips rolling in desperate little movements, thighs shaking.

Toji groaned, watching you with half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched. “Goddamn,” he muttered, voice low, thick. “Look at you, fuckin’ yourself on me like a needy little thing.” You whimpered, burying your face in his neck, overwhelmed.

But he wasn’t having that. One big hand gripped your chin, forcing your gaze back to his. “Nah, pretty girl. You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to get all worked up over dinner, let me take you out here and make a mess of you.”

Toji smirked, dark and mean, and suddenly, he was undoing his belt. “Alright, baby,” he rasped, shoving his slacks down just enough to free himself.

Thick. Heavy. Leaking at the tip.

Toji caught the way your thighs squeezed together and chuckled, rubbing the fat head of his cock against your dripping folds.

“Go on, princess,” he murmured, guiding you up, his tip catching against your entrance. “Sit that pretty pussy down on me.”

Your breath caught as Toji’s thick head pressed against your entrance, teasing, stretching, the barest push making you tremble. He didn’t rush, didn’t force—just held you there, gripping your hips, watching with dark, hooded eyes as you struggled to take him.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice rough, laced with hunger. “You can do it. Just a little more.”

You whined, nails digging into his shoulders, overwhelmed. He was too thick, too big, and the slow burn of him stretching you open had your thighs shaking.

Toji groaned, pressing a hand to your lower belly, feeling the way he was sinking into you, inch by inch. “Shit,” he muttered. “So tight, baby. You feel that?” He gave the lightest push, and you gasped, clenching around him. “Feel me deep in there?”

You nodded frantically, eyes glassy, mouth parted on a whimper.

He chuckled, dark and low, gripping your hips and pulling you down another inch.

You sobbed, thighs squeezing around his waist, toes curling in your heels.

Toji groaned, head tipping back against the seat, his hands flexing against your soft skin. “Fuck,” he rasped, voice raw. “This pussy’s a goddamn dream.”

Your head was spinning, legs trembling as he filled you, splitting you open in slow, agonizing inches.

“Breathe, baby,” Toji murmured, soothing but smug, stroking a rough hand up your spine. “Takin’ me so fuckin’ good.”

You tried, tried to steady yourself, but the stretch was so much, the pressure so intense—your walls fluttered around him, struggling to accommodate the sheer size of him.

Toji let out a low, satisfied groan, his fingers digging into your ass. “There she is,” he murmured, eyes dark, hooded with lust. “Knew you could take it.”

You barely had time to adjust before he shifted beneath you, planting his feet against the car floor.

You choked on a gasp, hands flying to his chest, nails biting into the fabric of his shirt.

Toji grinned, mean, before doing it again, forcing a desperate moan from your lips. “Fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered, dragging you forward, making you take him deeper. “Look at you, baby—sittin’ on my cock like you were made for it.”

You could barely think, barely breathe. Every inch of him stretched you so full, pressing into every sensitive spot, hitting deep, so deep—

Toji groaned, rolling his hips, slow and deliberate, watching the way your body trembled. “You feel it, don’t you?” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. “Feel how good I stretch this pretty little pussy?”

You whimpered, nodding weakly, and he chuckled, dragging his thumb down to your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles.

Your hands clawed at his chest, desperate, overwhelmed, hips jerking as he kept you trapped, held you there, letting you feel every thick inch of him.

“Gonna make a mess on me already, baby?” he murmured, pressing you down harder.

You sobbed, thighs shaking, the coil in your belly tightening too fast, too much-Toji growled, fingers tightening on your hips. “Go on, sweetheart,” he muttered, picking up the pace, fucking up into you with slow, deep thrusts. “Cum on my cock”

Your whole body tensed, a sharp gasp breaking from your lips as the pressure inside you snapped. Your vision blurred, head tipping back as pleasure crashed over you in waves, your walls clenching down around him.

Toji groaned, teeth gritted, his grip bruising as he fucked you through it, dragging every last tremor from your shaking frame. “That’s it, baby,” he rasped, voice thick, his pace turning rougher, sloppier. “Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight—”

“Gonna fill you up, princess,” he muttered, thumb pressing into your swollen clit, making you jolt. “Stuff this little pussy full—“

With a deep, shuddering groan, Toji buried himself to the hilt, his grip on you unrelenting as he spilled inside, thick and hot.

You barely had the strength to move, panting against his shoulder, body trembling, slick and sweat-damp against his chest.

Toji huffed a low chuckle, one hand smoothing up your back, the other gripping your thigh possessively. “Shit, baby,” he murmured, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to your temple. “Next time, we’re skipping dinner.”

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

when is the megumi smut gonna be out? it looks so good from the lil sneak peek i can’t wait!!

omg thank you so much, i promise im working on it!! im almost 2k words in and still going 😭

if anyone wants to be added to a tag list, let me know!! 🥰

the trio <3

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i think about toge’s cursed speech too much 💀

Thinking of 21+ Toge Inumaki who makes you come whenever he wants

"Can't anymore- no more-- Toge please-"

"Hmm.." he hums to himself and gets between your legs, removing the vibrator he's been pressing there for what feels like hours, with endless orgasms, some so hard they've left you all but melting in a puddle of your own arousal.

Sliding his fingers through your mess, sinking them into you, he seems to be inspecting.

A mischievous smile crosses his face and he curls his fingers, hitting the plushy spot inside you that makes your legs shake.

"T-To-ge-- Toge- wait-!!"

And with that grin and the pure devilish look in his lilac eyes, you know what he's going to do.

Unzipping his turtleneck, he leans right up close to your pretty face, making direct eye contact with his fingers knuckle deep inside you and he utters-

"come"

It makes him giggle every time he does this. Seeing you helplessly squirming, your cute hole gripping his fingers from his words alone.

He thinks this is what his cursed speech was for all along. He's found its purpose.

"come" again, he keeps going, seeing the sweat begin to glisten on your forehead, your hair sticking to your face, the sheets getting soaked.

And that's when he has another brainwave straight from hell.

He wonders if you'd mind.

Well, in this state he's sure you'd do anything even if he gave you a choice.

So he stands up from the bed, watching your dazed and confused expression for a moment, until his next command comes-

"on your knees"

And he watches your face shift from hesitant, shocked, and finally landing on... aroused.

He was right.

He knew a little freak like you would love this.

Now, he makes you come over and over until you're moaning and drooling all over him, giving the messiest head he's ever received.

But he knows you enjoy how he torments you, so he got cocky and started doing it in public.

Standing close enough so only you would hear, whispering directly in your ear-

"come"

And that's all it would take, to have your body shaking in his arms, biting your lip to stifle the moans. Sometimes you'd even try to hide your face in his chest, but he'd just push you back gently and continue as if nothing happened.

Every time he does it, he can't help but think about that perfect, dripping pussy, the slick that's pooling in your panties, then running down your legs by the third or fourth time, and it gets him undeniably hot.

He can't help but take pleasure in this, smiling to himself all day, when you're out shopping, getting lunch, or meeting friends.

Your friends do wonder why he looks so happy all the time...

a game im playing on twt hehe

JJK MEN LINKS

TOJI FUSHIGURO

He couldn’t help himself after the shop clerk flirted with you

So deep!

p*ssydrunk

he’s so mean ):

finally giving you that baby you’ve been begging for

NANAMI KENTO

he’s so fucking huge

office pet

what was he supposed to be doing again?

brat taming

helping nanami stay in shape (:

GOJO SATORU

you were a brat so gojo’s making you do all the work ):

“just sit back and let me take care of you”

naughty girls get punished

time to make an heir!

first time seeing each other after a long mission

GETO SUGURU

before the cult meeting

his favorite way to relax after a long day

in front of all his followers

his only exception to hating non-sorcerers <3

first time without a condom ):

SUKUNA RYOMEN

Punishment

training

sukuna’s favorite pet

open wide!

2 hours in…

CHOSO KAMO

choso’s punishment):

he loves to please you

he just wants to feel you as close as possible

he’s desperate for you ):

choso’s payback

enjoy (: remember you have to be logged into twitter (:

our lord and savior shoko 💅🙏

please save his dumb ass