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"you're doing so well, doll."

suguru's voice is low and warm behind the camera, the tripod catching every twitch of your body as you lie back on the sheets.

the vibrator hums against your clit, pressed tight, and your hips jerk up at the sudden intensity. your back arches, thighs spreading wider as the toy buzzes harder, sending sparks racing through your nerves.

he stands at the foot of the bed, one hand wrapped around his cock, stroking his length slow and steady while the lens records the way your pussy glistens.

"fuck, look at you," he mutters, voice thick with arousal. "so pretty when you moan for me. keep going, baby. show me how good it feels."

you whimper his name, pressing the vibrator down harder, the wet sounds of your cunt filling the room. your free hand grips the sheets, knuckles white, as your hips roll up to chase the pressure.

suguru's breathing grows heavier, his strokes matching the rhythm of your moans. "that's it, doll. just like that. you're perfect, sweetie—fuck, look at your pussy dripping, mm, you're enjoying this, aren't you?"

you whine, a small 'yes' escaping your lips as your back lifts completely off the mattress when the toy hits the right spot, thighs trembling as you messily grind against it.

suguru groans, pumping his cock faster, the head slick and flushed. "god, you're so fucking hot. don't stop—i wanna see you cum for me."

"mm...s-sugu!" you moan, the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against your swollen red clit. your walls clench around nothing, slick dripping down onto the sheets as you feel your orgasm approaching. suguru's voice starts wavering, lost in the pleasure of his own ministrations. "fuuckk, good girl. you're doing so well. cum for me, baby—let me film it all."

your body goes rigid as your lips fall in an open-mouthed scream when your orgasm finally crashes over you, back arching high and thighs shaking while the vibrator stays pressed tight to your swollen nub.

"hahhhh! fuck! mm, sugu..." your moans break into sobs of pleasure, pussy pulsing visibly as you soak the toy and the sheets beneath you.

suguru curses under his breath, stroking faster until he spills over his fist, thick ropes of cum landing on the bedspread and your thigh while the camera keeps rolling, capturing every second it.

he steps closer once you both catch your breath, lowering the camera with a satisfied smile. "best model i've ever had," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

the footage is already saved—and there's no doubt that he's gonna use it for later.

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▶︎︎︎︎︎︎ Feel Good (starring . various jjk men)

word count . 5.6k || author's note: this is a slightly revised repost from kamitv, so if it looks familiar (and the writing is lowk ahh), that's why! banner art from “Ikyouto Kouryuukai” <3

☆ Toji Fushiguro

He’s the kinda guy that you could never be on the phone with past midnight. Why? Cause’ suddenly his voice is getting deeper, his comments are growing more suggestive, and he’s got a hand wrapped around his cock as he gets off to the sound of your voice.

What you're rambling on about? He’s got no idea. All he knows is that your soft tone—laced with such a faint sleepiness to it—has his cock aching within his hand.

You don't even notice he’s getting off to you until the big idiot groans out your name like he wanted to get caught in the first place.

There’s a soft rock song playing in the background when Suguru finally finishes inside you, his hair sticking to his sweat slicked forehead and his eyes looking at you with that soft gentle quality he only reserves for you. 

He swipes his thumb over your cheek as your eyes flutter open, allowing for the last wave of post-orgasmic bliss to wash over you. 

“Hey gorgeous,” Suguru whispers softly, slowly making his way out of you and peppering kisses along your jaw, neck, and chest. 

“Hey loser,” You reply back, smiling up at him as your eyes drift close again. 

Suguru slowly gets up, making you groan as you feel the loss of his weight and his warmth. “Come on, you should shower,” He says, lifting you up with his strong arms and carrying you to the bathroom. 

He strokes at your hair and allows his hands to roam all of you, as if he’s trying to remember you through engraving your body on his fingertips. 

You push at him delicately, creating distance as you stretch out your limbs languidly. 

“I have to shower,” You say faintly, your voice hoarse and your throat a little sore. Suguru closes the distance once again, kissing your lips with fleeting warmth and slowly trailing his hands all across your body again. 

“I don’t see why I have to go for that,” He mumbles in between kisses, alternating from kissing your lips, to your earlobes, to your neck, and to your jaw. 

“I have to shower,” You reiterate, feeling a soft giggle bubble in your throat as you feel his touch hovering over somewhere ticklish. 

“Exactly, let’s go,” Suguru says, dropping his hands to yours and leading you towards the bathtub. 

“I don’t remember showering being a group activity,” You chuckle as you see Suguru pout. 

He shakes his head, his long raven hair falling perfectly over his shoulders and accentuating his form as if giving him an outline. “It is now,” He replies defiantly. 

You shake your head and give him a look that has no heat in it whatsoever—only love, a quiet bubbling love that is subtle but definitely there. “Well you can find someone else to shower with because it won’t be me.” 

Shaking him off of you, you make your way to the shower, stepping in and you’re about to turn on the water before you feel someone wrap their strong arms around your waist. 

Suguru pulls you into a deep kiss, a one that is not messy but slow. It’s slow and it’s purposeful. A love letter laced in tongue. 

He gives you a soft laugh when he hears you moan softly into his lips, pulling back to brush hairs from your face and tuck it behind your ears, “It wouldn’t be the same,” He says finally after looking at you for ages. Stroking at your cheek and holding your jaw. 

“What?” 

“It’d have to be you, it’ll always be you baby.” 

You look at him incredulously, your heart beating a mile a minute before you watch him turn away and walk out of the bathroom, leaving you to shower like you asked. 

You can’t help but miss the way his arms slotted around you perfectly, and the way his breath felt on your skin as he poured out his sentiments. 

When you finish, you see Suguru on the bed, hair wet and wearing a big band tee and long pajama pants, smoking a cigarette while looking out the window. 

You climb on the bed and slot yourself right in between his legs like you belong there—and part of you thinks that in more ways than one, you do belong there. 

He reaches up at your face and cups it in his hands, pulling you down to kiss him. Soft, sweet, and deep like everything is with him. 

He palms at your hair, and kisses you like he means it—like he really wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you. 

When you pull back you give him a smile, your voice dipped in honey and totally saccharine, “You smell like cigarettes.” 

He laughs, “You know you love it.” 

“Yea i do.” 

yet you fully intend to ignore satoru for all eternity! you’re leaning back against suguru, scrolling through your phone as if there isn’t a man practicing groveling at your feet. you’re not angry enough to completely deny him, but in no way does he deserve any of your attention.

suguru runs his fingers through your hair, and you know good and well he’s already taken your side. his eyes sweep up satoru, who’s positioned between your thighs like a guilty man out out of place. “you pissed her off, you’re lucky she’s even letting you fuck her.”

satoru whined and threw his head back, while his fingertips dug into your soft thighs. “i’d rather have no pussy at all! come on, look at me.” his other hand is busied with holding the base of his cock. he glides the tip through your wet folds, praying to get even a small reaction out of you. “please just look at me. please, baby—i’m begging you.”

to any average person, that’d be just the right amount of pleading. but not to you! your phone is still on, and your eyes are still glued to it. you don’t even pay him a single hum, let alone a glance. just to piss him off more, you turn your head a bit to kiss suguru’s palm.

satoru can’t take it anymore. he lines himself up, and slams into you with a harsh thrust. your drooling hole swallowed him right up. greedily coating every protruding vein with sticky, honey-like slick. you yelp and jolt the moment you feel it, which sends your phone toppling onto the sheets.

you’re immediately panting and holding onto suguru’s legs. “f-fucking christ! couldn’t you have warned me?!” you snap, but the rest of your energy is spent enduring the mean pace in which satoru is fucking you.

“i did warn you!” he pants, looking up at suguru, who has a sly smirk spread over his handsome face. “you just didn’t—“ he slams into you, sticky tip abusing the ring of your cervix. “—pay attention..mmh..to me.”

suguru seems unfairly content, and you don’t have to see his face to know that. he’s got a strand of your hair curled around his finger like a coil, to which gives a small tug to. but you can’t even think to pay attention to it. “such a needy boyfriend.” his other hand slides down to your clit, tracing small circles over it. “if you can dish it out, you better lick it up.”

you want to act irritated, but it’s hard to furrow your eyebrows in an angry way when they’re knotted into something pathetic instead. every thrust has your thighs shaking, and every time the tip of satoru’s cock nudges your g-spot, you wanna cry.

satoru is rutting into you like a dog, and despite such short notice, you can tell he’s close. he roughly grabs your face, and makes you look at him. the second your watery eyes meet his, it’s over for him. his head droops down as heavy groans and whimpers of your name crawl up his heaving chest. splurts of cum splatter inside your convulsing hole, and your orgasm comes almost directly after.

your back arches, a keen escaping you as your hips stutter and chase the very friction you pretended to be unbothered by. you gush around his softening his cock, which was still plugging your hole so full that no cum could seep out.

your mind is too hazy to realize that suguru has abandoned you. they must’ve interacted somehow, since satoru swiftly pulls out. suguru kneels between your thighs, sticking his tongue out and diving in right in time to catch a thick, filthy droplet of satoru’s cum onto his drool-soaked tongue.

you shudder at the feeling of your other partner licking the cum out of your pulsing, sensitive hole, and it’s then a tear drop finally trickles from the corner of your left eye. every nasty slurp has your hips bucking and stuttering, though he doesn’t let you move.

what’s a phone again?

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Your friends were bad for you, especially when they teased you for being a virgin.

Being a virgin in university was not a crime, nor was it bad... but your friends made you feel like a baby for it. Always cooing at you, saying things like "Don't talk about your sex life! Y/N's here!" before covering your ear with playful gasps, as if you were some innocent 4 year old.

It annoyed you to no end, so you started decided to put plan "begin your sex life" into action. Scoping out the boys in your lecture halls, on campus, are cafe's... everywhere. You hadn't found anyone until you visited an infamous frat part hosted by a man everyone knew on campus.

Suguru Geto. Playboy, fuckboy, almost every other girl has heard of how ungodly of a dicking he gave... and his infamous labret lip piercing.

You actually had eyed up Nanami at first, ticking off your mental checklist. He had money, if you fell pregnant he would be responsible, he's nice to you in your criminal law lectures. He was perfect! Your innocent smile must have attracted the wolves in the dark, as just as you were about to approach the blond haired man, someone's arm slid around you shoulders.

Wide, confused eyes, meeting purple irises with a small glint in them. The man's hair was tied up into a short half up, half down, silky black locks resting on his shoulder. That infamous lip piercing, those soft lips, that sweet alluring voice speaking against your ear, separated from the rest of the loud party.

"Didn't think I'd ever see you at one of my parties," Suguru purred.

ꮼ alt!geto always finds new ways to prove his love.

alt!geto who lets you toy with his various lip piercings during aftercare & honestly whenever you want, always getting lost in the soft touches & tugs as he practically melts into your fingertips.

alt!geto agrees to giving you piercings at home as long as you let him help you clean them up so they don't reject or get infected.

alt!geto has a peekaboo dyed to be your favorite color—always showing it off whenever he puts up his hair or gets the chance to show off his pretty hair devoted to his pretty girl.

alt!geto shares his entire closet with you, from his too-loose rings & necklaces, to his jackets, shirts & sweaters; he'll even buy certain shirts he knows you'll just steal out of his closet, just because you'll like them

alt!geto is big on DIY gifts; he'll make you trinkets from clay, sketch out posters for your walls, make a little box for you to keep everything of his in, and paint your favorite things. His favorite gift he's made was a bouquet blanket that he crocheted.

alt!geto lets you press him down flat on his stomach so you can color in the tattoos splattered across his back—teasing you occasionally by arching his back to distract you whenever you're too focused on his skin.

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satoru gojo: how he sounds

☆ favourite type of foreplay

☆ when you cook him his favourite food

☆ he couldn't wait 'till you got home

nanami kento: how he sounds

☆ loves being welcomed home like this

☆ looked like it needed the attention

☆ how he spends his off days

suguru geto: how he sounds

☆ loves to spend his morning fingering you

☆ he couldn't resist. they just look so pretty

☆ he wants to go at it for hours

toji fushiguro: how he sounds

☆ he loves to see you spread out like that for him

☆ favourite dessert after dinner

☆ your pyjamas just looked so adorable

sukuna ryomen: how he sounds

☆ punishing you just because he can

☆ he's feelin' nice today

☆ be a good girl and scream his name

choso kamo: how he sounds

☆ he comes home after such a long and tiring day

☆ the movie's long forgotten

☆ promised he was only gonna hold your hand

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synopsis: satoru's dead set on keeping you away from prying eyes, right up until a game of spin the bottle (and a very open-minded suguru) teach him something new about himself.  

tags: 18+, frat boys satosugu x fem reader, college au, jealousy, flirting, semi-slow burn, smut, threesome, p in v, use of pet names (princess, baby), double cunnilingus, blowjobs, spitroasting, eiffel tower position, double creampie, throat bulging, vouyerism (kinda), fluff, happy ending, not proof read

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art by thatsallitchief on twt!

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satoru’s been watching you for about 3 weeks. 

and that’s not to say that what he’s doing is right, he knows he probably shouldn’t be going out of his way to keep an eye on you every time you walk through those doors. that his responsibilities as a frat brother don’t go beyond drinking, fucking, and holding suguru’s legs up during every keg stand. but what can he do except watch when you’ve captivated him this easily?