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Geto Suguru x f!Reader

Bounded!Geto tag

summary: Despite being the only person in your clan with the weakest presence of cursed energy, you were not deemed entirely useless. To your father, you were the greatest offering they could give to Geto Suguru, and to your surprise, he accepted.

cw: arranged marriage, Geto becoming possessive, mild choking, unprotected sex, DUBCON, creampie, fingering, manipulation , a little bit of dacryphillia, loss of virginity, corruption kink, breeding kink

wc: 5.4K

a/n: hope y’all enjoy this one. It is rather sweet? But still a little dark. Geto will and can breed you, make sure that you’ll provide him the necessary heirs he needed. And in this fic, I imagine that he would actually be a very loving husband as time goes by, because his wife had no sin as bad as his that could make him hate her. uwu

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M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T

The tug at your hair snapped you out of your daze, reminding you of the present. Eyes focusing on the mirror from its blanked out state, you were met with a reflection you didn’t quite recognise. Golden ornaments adorned your head and was weaved into your hair, shimmering with red gems. Your makeup was done in a natural fashion, your mother keen on keeping your look natural, pure and radiant, to make sure the ‘buyer’ would be satisfied with what he was promised. The pure white wedding kimono felt heavy on your body, the fabrics not weighing much seemed to weigh like sacks of stones. To wear something so beautiful and intricate was something you weren’t used too as well.

“You make a beautiful bride,” your mother smiled behind you, a warm smile that made you tell yourself that despite the circumstances, at least she was happy.

And you were reminded just what you were supposed to do today.

To fulfil a duty only you in your family can do and was able to. You weren’t much use to your family due to you having under developed cursed technique. ‘You are weak’, they said. ‘You have cursed energy but it’s not strong enough like everyone else in the family.’ Because of that you were raised to do house chores well, taught about how to be a good wife and a mother. You were happy that even though there was a hierarchy of power in your family, they never abandoned you. They still treated you as a daughter, cousin and sister. If doing this will make them happy, then you’d happily oblige because for once, you were of use.

But why couldn’t you shake the heavy feeling in your heart, as you walked down the aisle in the temple. Your father’s arm linked with yours provided no comfort as you approached and managed a glimpse of the man who was your groom. Your soon to be husband.

Unlike the times you’ve seen him in the gatherings of his followers, he wore ceremonial black robes, a fit that radiated a different kind of superiority and energy than his usual Buddhist styles robes that he masqueraded in.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. You were going to marry the leader of the organisation your family devoted themselves to, a man so powerful and malicious that he massacred a hundred or more civilians in one night. A mass murderer. A man who deemed shamans and cursed users to be superior than normal humans. You barely knew anything about who he really was, only the stories, testaments and word of mouth from other devotees who would visit your clan.

The whole part of the ceremony went as practiced and as traditionally as you were taught but when it came to the part to where the bride and groom kiss, your hands that were in his large ones, hands that had caused so much pain and suffering, trembled. Unlike you, his dark eyes were warm and calm, his smile as well, but despite managing to remain composed, you were reluctant and frightened. Maybe it was because of how unreadable he was when he looked at you that way. That concerned you more than the fact you were kissing for the first time in your life, and more so, kissing a stranger.

The two of you exited the shrine, arms linked with each other as the people you called family and his followers, showered pink blossom leaves or rose petals in the air, celebrating the marriage of their leader. He thanked them humbly with a smile and nod of his head, the two girls who he had rescued also smiling and even tearing up at the sight. You had been with them before, your father asked by Geto himself to have his daughter be somewhat of a female presence for them, and that’s how you got somewhat close to the two girls, looked after them as if they were your little sisters.

You kept quiet on the way out and folded your hands neatly on your lap in the car that escorted the two of you to the new house you would be living in. This was the first time you two were alone and you couldn’t tear your eyes from your fingers, scared to see what expression he wore.

“I didn’t get to say this,”he broke the silence, his voice as alluring as always. “You look very beautiful.”

You didn’t expect that.

Out of respect, you stuttered a gentle, “T-thank you.” Also not expecting the soft chuckle that bubbled from his chest.

“My pretty wife can’t look me in the eyes.”

You missed the light joking tone in his sentence and panicked. Looking at him, wide eyed as you quickly blurted, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—

You were met with an expression almost mirroring yours. His eyes were wide and slowly blinking at your reaction, more surprised than your panic. His cheek had lifted off his palm that he had been leaning on, admiring you without you even knowing.

“I didn’t say that to scare you,” his brows raised slightly. “I was merely teasing.”

“T-teasing?” Your brows knitted together.

“Yes, teasing. Couples do that to each other.” He spoke in a matter of fact. You knew that. It’s just you didn’t expect this to be a normal marriage. Does he really intend to see you as his equal, his other half? Rather than just a woman bound to him by oath, whose duty was to bear him heirs. “You know what your duties are I assume. Your parents raised you differently from your siblings.”

You nodded, doing your best to not let your gaze waver, anxious if that should anger him.

“I’m to bear you children.”

“You are to be my wife.”

The both of you spoke at the same time. Each other’s words surprising one another once more.

Geto knew of his reputation and how it instilled fear, respect and admiration from his followers, but despite his deep seated belief in his ideology, he wasn’t as heartless as everyone believed. He asked your father, his clan being the only clan that severed their ties with Jujutsu Tech and risked their connections with other clans, to name a few, Zenin, Kamo and Gojo, to follow him, and to offer you as his wife.

“I will not be dishonest with my wife and not admit that the main intention of this marriage is to have heirs. My own clan. Once my goal has been reached, I would very much like to rest and watch the world that I have made for my followers and other sorcerers.”

“A world where sorcerers are not sacrificed nor obligated to save normal humans,” you recalled what he had said long ago, the first time you’ve ever heard or seen him. When your family pledged their allegiance and loyalty to him and his goal.

You noticed the little twitch of the end of his lips going higher, a proud, gentle and flattered smile adorning his face.

“Exactly.” He leaned his chin on his palm once more, legs spreading wider as he continued to stare at you with that look you didn’t quite understand. Was it mockery or interest? “Though your father offered you to me…”

Offered. The word echoed in your chest, making your heart sink at how you were given away like an offering to please a God.

“I already found you endearing even before.”

A merciful, kind, God perhaps.

The pit in your chest disappeared, and was now filled with a thousand butterflies fluttering as you felt your heart skip a beat. He had always been a charmer, he charmed people to follow him, to devote themselves to his cause and if they don’t, he instilled fear in them, threaten them.

The rest of the journey to the new house was silent, your heartbeat drumming in your ears. The large traditional Japanese styled home was funded by none other than one of the many donors that supported his cause. There was only the two of you when your arrived in the secluded home, surrounded by woods for privacy, unlike your clan, there were no maids or servants to maintain the upkeep of the lot. But Geto assured you, as he slid open the door that looked out the lawn, that there will be a maid or gardener that would come by, and that you won’t shoulder as much housework as you thought. It was just for the time being, he wanted to be alone in this new house with his wife.

After dinner and soaking in the bath, you found yourself in the master bedroom, in your cotton robe looking for your sleepwear. The clothes were new and the only ones that were yours were formal dresses you had in the past, other than that everything was new, from daywear to sleepwear. Not wanting to stay naked any longer under the robe, you slipped on some comfortable cotton underwear before putting on a silk set of a thinly strapped camisole and soft silk bottoms, that were shorter than the ones you owned but comfortable nonetheless.

While you were eying the low made bed in the middle of the lantern lit room, you didn’t hear Geto entering the room but a low whistle caught you off guard, making you turn quickly, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed. Your butt sunk into the soft mattress, your fingers clutching the comforter laid on top of it as heat rose to your cheeks and you averted your gaze.

But the image was still fresh in your mind, his hair messily beautiful in a loose bun, droplets of water leaking down his naked toned torso, your heart for the brief second you saw him, beating so fast at v line that pointed down his hips, only a cotton towel covering his lower body.

“Geto-sama,” you gasped, looking down at your lap, folding your legs beneath you.

“My wife should call me by my first name, don’t you think?” He raised a brow, his tone teasing as he stepped closer to the bed where his own robe laid on the corner.

You nodded, remaining still in your place, waiting for orders cause you were unsure of what to do in his presence, in your shared bed.

“You look very pretty wearing the clothes I’ve bought you,” he hummed, stepping closer, his hand unable to stop itself from reaching out and pushing your hair behind your shoulder.

His fingers brushing your bare shoulder made you shiver, warmth spreading from where he touched you to your chest, to your core.

“You’re so timid,” he softly said out loud, enamoured by the woman before him. A woman that he knew was untainted by the monkeys, someone raised to obey him, support him, stand by his side no matter what and the more he stared at you, the more he relished in the idea of being your first man, your first everything.

“Do you not like me?” He teased.

“No!” You quickly objected, the thought absurd, the panic in your voice catching him off guard. “Geto-sama is everything and more than I could ever ask for. I promise to be a good wife.” Your eyes finally met his, unaware of how your words made blood rush down to his cock. He wondered just how good you’d be for him.

“I don’t doubt your words, my dear.” He placed his hand on your shoulder now, warm palm covering your skin. He had half the urge to slip the thin strap down your shoulder.

You couldn’t stop staring at him. His raven black hair messily strewn behind his back, strands falling over his handsome chiselled face and dark eyes staring into yours, he wasn’t robed in the thick clothes he always wore, this was a side of him only you were honoured to see.

His long fingers traced your jaw before cupping your cheek, making you look up at him, his eyes glowing with something you can’t quite place but entranced you all the same.

“My dear wife, I ask you now, if you willingly offer your body, heart and spirit to me?”

You should’ve been scared. Should've been stubborn and have resisted. He was a stranger whom you only knew of from afar, a leader you and your family followed devotedly, and yet, your answer fell so softly from your lips selflessly. As if his very being took your breath away despite of the fear of the unknown. As if he was a god and you were a devote worshipper, ready to serve him and be at his disposal.

“Yes.”

Why did he make you feel like this? Was it because of his strong cursed energy that yours could never amount or compare to? Or was it fear of not fulfilling your duties as his wife?

All those questions soon disappeared when he pushes you on the bed, pinning you beneath him, palms on either side of your head and your thighs between his legs.

“Such a good little kitten,” he purred, warm breath tickling your ear and teeth nibbling at your lobe, a soft mewl squeezing from your throat.

“Obey me and you will be rewarded,” he pressed a kiss on your neck this time, lips hot on your skin and sending a heat straight down your core. He kissed along your jaw before he hovered his face above yours, his lips so close it almost touched your own. He forced you to meet his eyes, gripping your chin. “Stand by me and I will be yours.”

“I promise,” you swore breathlessly, wanting to feel more of him. To lose yourself in the way his presence overpowered you. “I promise to love you.”

“I’ll hold you onto that promise,” was all he said before his lips finally met yours with a heated passion that made your shiver.

Geto wasn’t trying to be romantic by any means, it just happened. The expressions you made whenever he spoke to you were cute and endearing, your voice and the way you offered yourself to him without a second thought fed his ego, and your timid,starry eyes , captivated him to the point where he actually wanted to make this an actual marriage for you.

Marriage bounded you to him. You were his, and something about that made him possessive.

You blinked hazily when his lips parted from yours, their warmth something you craved for. Geto’s hand caressed your mid-drift, the silk camisole rising and bunching under your breasts, the straps falling of your shoulders as he trailed his hand higher. His fingers brushed over the curvature of your breast, his fingertips making contact with your hardened nipple making you bite your lip and press your thighs together.

His touch was gentle. Something you didn’t expect from him. The way it made you feel was addicting. It was like rays of sunshine shining and warming your skin. You couldn’t believe you were letting a man touch you like this, it was embarrassing how easily you succumbed to him. But he was your husband.

You stared up at him, a tinge of coal colored fear prickling behind the dark red waves of lust. His slanted eyes were cold, demanding even. His dark long tresses fell over his broad shoulders as he shadow loomed over you, as if veiling you. His warm fingers now traced your collar bones, your chest rising and falling with anticipation, lips parted and swollen from kissing. You awaited his next move with bated breath.

“Say it again,” his voice lowered in volume, dangerously so. His eyes were moving all over your face, taking in every detail of your expression. Fear, confusion, lust. It was written all over your face. As well as obedience. Submission.

His long fingers enclosed around your throat, the action making your eyes meet his. He squeezed gently, forcing your lips to part in a cute little ‘o’, your brows knitting upwards as you tried to breathe in his hold. You weren’t even fighting back. Was that how much you valued your word?

“Tell me your sweet promise again,” he husked, his other hand gliding down and under the waistband of the satin shorts, fingers pressing against your clit through your panties, your slick seeping through the fabric. You pressed your thighs together, biting your lip

“I…” you tried to say, losing focus when he slowly drew circles over that sensitive part, your hips writhing not sure if it was to get away from his touch or to have more of it.

“Tell me, wife,” he squeezed the sides of your neck again, his thumb, despite the threatening hold he had, caressed your skin.

“I promise,” you managed to get out, voice pitchy and trembling, a soft moan leaving you when he pushed your panties to the side to dip his fingers between your slit; warm fingers tracing up and down, spreading your wetness before going back to massaging your clit. Your core clenched. “I promise to love you, Suguru.”

An unbecoming whine left you when you felt his finger slip past your entrance. Your gummy walls welcomed the intrusion, clenching greedily around his digit, even more so when he added another.

“I like it when you say that,” he smirked, satisfied and amused with how your body reacted to his touch, how sensitive you were. “Make sure to say it often. For me.” His hand left your neck.

You nodded, your hand coming over your mouth to muffle your voice when he began to move his fingers in a come hither motion. He was rubbing your sensitive spot so easily, your thighs were shaking.

“Can you feel how wet you are, darling? You’re dripping,” he leaned down, whispering in your ear.

You could. You could feel how wet you had become the more he touched you, the more he pumped his fingers in and out your cunt. Your arousal was leaking from your hole and you could only moan and whine at how good it felt. You didn’t want him to stop.

“And it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

You nodded your head quickly again, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close as your hips twitched and writhed with pleasure.

Getou could feel your tight heat clench around his fingers, signalling you were close to cumming. He internally swore at how tight and warm your walls were, he can’t help but imagine how good it would feel once he splits your virgin pussy with his cock.

“Suguru,” you panted, eyes squeezing shut, face scrunching at the overwhelming, new sensations. “I-I c-can’t.” You didn’t know what you were saying but somehow he knew.

“It’s okay, darling. You don’t have to hold back. Cum around your husband’s fingers,” he rasped in your ear, a smirk dancing on his lips before he nibbled at the sensitive part on your neck. Once you heard his words, as if on command, you felt that tightening knot inside you snap, it’s threads exploding in different directions form your core, pleasure licking at every fibre of your being.

“W-wait,” your hand barely wrapped against his wrist, your body still spasming from your orgasm, his fingers still curling and scissoring inside your cunt. “Too m-much.” Your hips tried to wriggle away, something he found cute as he tilted his head to the side, admiring the woman who would carry his child.

“I got carried away,” he said simply, pulling his fingers out and opting to slowly circle round your clit. He didn’t get carried away, he just wanted to get a glimpse of your expression should he overstimulate you. With the way you were breathing heavily beneath him right now, eyes bleary and blinking to gather yourself, he wanted nothing more than to breed you dumb.

You’d let him wouldn’t you?

“It’s okay,” you easily forgave him, voice small as your eyes moved from his face and trailed down his torso, stopping where his towel was still wrapped around his hips. You reached out, fingers slipping beneath the fabric, shyly tugging at it to loosen. “S’not fair.” You mumbled.

Geto chuckled. You only had cum around his fingers and you were already so drunk on lust. “I wasn’t sure if you would want to go all the way tonight,” he teased, bringing his fingers to his lips, tongue sliding along his long digits to taste you. Your eyes widened at the gesture, your walls clenching tightly with need as more heat crept up your cheeks. “It’s only our first night as husband and wife after all, and I am but a stranger to you aren’t I? I didn’t want to scare you.” He was telling you things that would make you give up to him, he wanted you to wholeheartedly beg for him to take you.

He continued to clean off his fingers with his tongue, his eyes never leaving yours as he did, knowing that it would spur you on.

You turned your head away as if embarrassed to have been caught looking at something you shouldn’t have seen.

“I’m not scared,” you murmured, a hint of shame swelling in your chest at how you so greedily wanted to feel more of him.

“You’re not?” His voice was light, playful even. He unwrapped the towel around his hips, letting it fall to the side before wrapping his hand around his hard, throbbing cock, his eyes on your glistening wet pussy.

“N-no,” you replied, your hands gripped the pillow under your head. You were not scared of him. You were far more scared of admitting you wanted more.

After all he wasn’t a stranger anymore, right? He was to be your husband for the rest of your life and what you two were doing was something so intimate between two lovers.

A unfamiliar heat prodding at your entrance made your head snap to face him once more, eyes wide and searching for what it was. His cock was lengthy and thick, the head flushed pink. It was hot and throbbing against your pussy as he slowly rubbed his length between your folds.

How was that going to fit inside of you?

“You’re staring,” he clicked his tongue in a teasing manner, hand on your abdomen, thumb slowly rubbing circles on your clit. He guided his cock along your slit, rubbing the bulbous tip on that sensitive bundle of nerves, making you moan so sinfully.

“S-Suguru…”

“Yes, my dear?”

“I don’t know if I can,” your voice trembled, clueless to the tears that collected on your lashes.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he caressed your cheek. “You promised to love me didn’t you?” He pushed the tip in, earning a sharp gasp from you. “You’ll let me do the same right?”

You were taking deep breaths, the feeling of the hot leaking tip inside your chaste cunt, stinging. You couldn’t believe the tip was in and it already had you keening.

“I promise to be gentle,” he cooed, continuing to rub your clit and leaning forward slowly, easing himself inch by inch into your tight warm cunt. He shuddered from the mere sensation of being inside of you. You were squeezing his cock so tightly, your eyes were a teary mess of fear and confusion.

“Relax,” he soothed, pushing deeper til he was buried to the hilt, a fullness you’ve never felt before.

“H-hurts,” you cried softly, eyes squeezing shut as tears streamed down your cheeks. “You’re t-too…”

“Too what?” He leaned forward, propped on his forearms so that his face was close with yours.

“Too big,” you whimpered, your walls spasming around his length, trying to adjust to his size.

“You feel so good. You’re squeezing my cock so tightly . It’s taking all of me to not to ravage you,” he rasped in your ear, such lewd words making your core tighten. “Oh?” He mused. “You react so well to me. Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?“

“K-kiss me, Suguru,” you forced your eyes open, tears flowing freely as the feeling of his cock spreading your walls began to no longer feel painful, your body now overwhelmed by the new sensations of pleasure. “P-please,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life.

If that would ease your pain, he will.

Being a ‘good husband’, he pressed his lips onto yours, drawing his hips back at the same time, to distract you from the discomfort of being your first and last man. Oh, how addicting the embrace of your walls were as he dragged his cock in and out of your increasingly wet cunt. He muffled your moans with his kisses, his tongue dominating your mouth, adding to the already dizzying sensation of his cock fucking in and out of you.

The fear you had disappeared away as your body melted for him. Increasing hot warmth, spreading through your body as your body begged for more. Now growing used to the rhythm of his hips, to the shape of his cock and his hot kisses.

“How lucky I am to have such a beautiful wife,” he muttered, your lower lip between his teeth as he leaned back, straightening up and holding your hips.

Praises spilled from his lips, his words only making you a slave to him, to his every word, every touch. Oh how you wanted to please him. You felt spoiled already. To have been shown and showered with the intimacy a husband and wife shares on your wedding night. You’ll keep your promise like an oath, you swore as you stared at his face. Were you the reason for the pleasure indulgent look on his face? He appeared feral as if he was a wolf going to devour you.

As your belly grew taut and the pleasure that was sparking throughout your body doubled, you’d let him. You’d let him do anything if it pleased it. Was this love? You weren’t sure but it felt like it.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in, drunk on the thrusts of his cock, the tip brushing against a particular spot inside you that you moaning so obscenely. “S-Suguru, ah, f-feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, fucking you deeper, your back arching. “You’re gonna cum again aren’t you?”

You nodded, legs squeezing tightly around his waist, his eyes watching your breasts bounce with each hard stroke, adoring the blooming marks he made on your chest. Your cries of pleasure were music to his ears, a melody that he only elicited from you. They got higher in pitch the closer you reached your peak, your words incoherent as your sweet cunt sucked him in.

Your velvety walls were heavenly, soft, warm and deliciously hugging his cock. Your arousal spilled form your cunt down your ass crack, leaking onto the bed as a ring of white at the base of his cock formed. He groaned at the sight, fucking into your harder.

Lips parting into a silent scream, nails digging into the flesh of his back, your walls clenched around him, so tightly his hips stuttered it’s pace. The warmth builded up in your belly exploded to every part of your body, trembling and spasming at the intense wave of pleasure that swept through you. You felt as if you were floating, your mind was blank, and the bed felt like clouds against your skin while all you could do was look at him.

“Good girl,” he cooed, able to draw his hips back til his cock almost left you before plunging into you once again, using the wetness from your release to bring him closer to his own. “You take me so well. You look so pretty like this,” he spoke, his compliments making you blush and turn away.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, grabbing your face roughly with his hand. “Keep looking at me. Don’t hide yourself from me.” He seethed, his other hand pulling you down by the waist to meet each deep thrust.

“T-too much, Suguru. I-I cant anymore! Came already,” you panted, your much smaller hand wrapping around his wrist to stop him or to tell him to slow down.

“We’re not done yet, darling. The night has just begun,” his voice began to loose its steadiness. “I have every intention to fill you full of my seed.” He groaned, giving his final thrust as he spilled inside of you. Hot cum filling your womb, you felt his cock twitch inside and was not able to suppress a moan at how good that felt.

He fell forward but made sure not crush you either, his forehead rested against your own, and the heavy, staggered fanning of his breath on your lips matched your own. “We need to make sure it takes.” He said softly, eyes closed in bliss and kissing you.

Geto remained still inside of you, emptying himself in your womb and as he did, he peppered your chest and neck with kisses, letting you come down from your high before pulling away.

The emptiness that followed when his cock slipped from your cunt, made you shiver. Geto sat back on his heels, his large hands on your hips as he watched his cum leak from your abused cunt. “Mhm, don’t want that to go to waste now don’t we?” He chuckled softly, plugging your hole with two fingers as if to shove back his seed into you.

Eyelids heavy and blinking slowly, you steadied your breaths. Your core was still contracting little by little from your release, and inside your belly felt warm. A warmth you didn’t think you’d find comforting.

Before you could even come to, Geto gently flipped you over onto your stomach, your cheek pressed against he pillow as he lifted your hips up, propping your lower body on your knees. Your pussy was a mess, your slick dripped down onto your thighs and onto the bed, and every time your walls would squeeze around nothing, white cum would deep out your pink hole.

“I have no doubts about your promise,” he spoke, guiding his tip to your swollen cunt once more. “I have no doubts you’d be a good wife.” His hands massaged the fat of your ass, squeezing hard before slapping the flesh, making you whimper. “Do you remember your vows?”

“Ye—ah! Y-yes,” you shakily responded, shivering with pleasure when he plunged back into your cunt once more, the fullness filling you up again.

“Say them again,” he commanded, thrusting languidly, giving you just enough friction.

“Suguru, p-please,”

He needed to hear your words of promise. Geto didn’t know why but he craved it. It was a reassurance that he didn’t know he needed til now.

“I, Y/N, take you, Suguru,” you muttered softly, hands gripping the sheets below as you slowly rocked forward with his thrusts. “T-to be my husband…”

He didn’t expect you to actually be able to say it and yet here you were, face pressed against the pillow with voice quivering and soft moans leaving you, ass up and taking his cock, reciting your vows from heart.

“….T-to love and to cherish,” you continued, your own hips moving, begging for more, meeting his shallow thrusts.

“And?” Geto stilled, leaning over to press his back against yours, his cock buried to the hilt and pulsing in the warmth of your walls.

“A-and,” your hands fisted the sheets when his hand snaked around your body to rub your swollen clit. “And to obey.”

Suguru moaned in your ear, breath and sweet, it sent shivers down your spine.

“Good girl. Never forget your vows. From here on out,” he carded his fingers through your hair before grabbing a fistful and straightening up, angling himself to reward you with pleasure and his seed. “It’s til death do us part.”

#GOT MY TOES CURLING AND SHI #i will be submissive and breedable for him and him only #karisa.nsfw

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gojosatireou · 2 years

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SpyxFamily

Bonus

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gojosatireou · 2 years

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A relationship should be 50/50. I am an assassin who asks him to marry me while we are being chased away by smugglers and he is a spy who decides to propose me with the safety pull ring of a grenade as explosion combusts in the background.

#this is it

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gojosatireou · 2 years

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Spy x Family Characters as Textposts

(the brainrot i have for them is astronomical. i love them. i’m attached to them. if you haven't already, go read/watch it right now. do it or else.)

#spy x family #THIS IS PERFECT

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gojosatireou · 2 years

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ଓ content warnings : nsfw content, quickies, fingering, slight degradation, fem! reader, slight exhibitionism and brat taming if you squint

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 about Loid who despises quickies, but he can never say no to you when you get needy. He's a patient man, letting you tug at his arms, squeeze at his thighs underneath the dinner table, whine into his ear about how much you need him right now. Yet he can only let so much slide before he needs to remind you of your manners.

Your eyes light up when he grabs your hand and drags you off to the bathroom because you think you've finally gotten your way, but Loid simply pushes you up against one of the vacant stalls, locking the door behind him and clamping a hand over your mouth.

"I do not want to hear a single sound from you, do you understand?" You can feel yourself dripping at his low command, his voice like silk, leaving no room for argument. A small nod is all you can manage as he flips up your flimsy little skirt, sighing when he's met with the sight of your bare cunt. "Course you didn't wear any panties, you nasty little thing. Always needing to be filled with something, hm?"

Loid forces you to take three of his digits, his fingers slender and long as they slide in and out with precise and quick movements, nudging your sweet spot but never giving you enough to push you over the edge. Your moans remain muffled behind the palm of his hand and he sends you a sharp glare everytime you become a little too loud for his licking.

"Disgusting," he spits when he pulls his fingers out just enough to glance down at them, frowning at the mess you've made. Your slick glistens on the digits, soaking them all the way up to his wrists and stringing between his fingertips, thick and creamy. "This is why I won't fuck you here, you're always making such a mess."

His words, though sharp and mean, only has more heat stirring in the pit of your stomach, whining behind his palm with glossy eyes and furrowed brows, a pout to your lips that he knew was there without needing to look. He cups your cunt with his entire palm, giving it a few teasing pats and watching as your hood twitch each time his hand makes contact with your twitching, puffy clit.

"You're gonna cum on my fingers," he draws out his words, circling your entrance once more, chuckling darkly when you rut your hips up desperately. And you're gonna clean it all up like a good girl, is that understood?"

#PLS LOID REMINDS ME OF NANAMI SM #thank you for feeding us so well yum #loid hmmm thinking dilf thoughts #karisa.reblogs:nsfw

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𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐭 | 𝐄.𝐘

Summary: You make a bet with the university's best soccer player; if he loses, he'll be your butler for a day, and if he wins, he gets to fuck you however he likes. University AU!

My part of @astraluvs 's collaboration!

Pairing: Soccer player! Eren Yeager x fem! Reader

Word count: 2636

Warnings: smut, NSFW, hair pulling, dirty talk, penetrative sex, dom! Eren, sub! Reader, cunnilingus, pet names (doll).

| 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 |

“You are staring at him again,” Annie said, smirking at your flustered figure. Yes, you were looking at him again, and quite frankly, you were eyeing him shamelessly. How could you not when he was warming up and stretching his perfectly built body in front of you, flashing those sexy muscles and abs to you.

“No, I am not,”

“Oh, sure you're not,”

You glared at Annie, turning your head back to the pitch to watch as the soccer star of Paradis University was making his way towards you with a mischievous glint in his emerald green eyes.

“There he comes,” Annie patted your shoulder and waved to Eren who was approaching you as slowly as he could.

“Fuck off, Annie,” you said and licked your bottom lip before you stood up and leaned on the railing, waiting for Eren to approach you.

“Hey, doll! Come to see how I win the match?” Cheeky bastard…

He smirked teasingly, leaning on the railing so he could get closer to you — just like you. He looked as dashing as any other day; he had his long brunette hair tied up in a messy bun, his green Survey Corps T-shirt hugging his toned body deliciously, and his soft pink lips looked more kissable than ever.

“You won't win,”

He chuckled a deep-throated sound that vibrated his chest. He was making you embarrassed just by giving you a beautiful heart-warming smile.

“I know I’ll win, doll,” he stretched his neck, hovering his lips over yours, “And that's exactly why you’ve bet on my loss so you could get fucked properly.”

“You're gonna lose this match, and you’ll be my precious butler for a day. Suit yourself, ‘cause you’ll be cleaning my house.” You replied, knowing full well he was right.

He was the best at everything; he was good-looking, he was the best soccer player in the uni, the most popular student. And yet, you caught his attention — he could get lost in how you laughed and smiled, not to mention the tempting looks you gave him added more fuel to the fire in his core.

“This was a losing bet for you from the start, doll. When should I be at your place? 9 pm sharp?” He cocked an elegant brow at you, enjoying how he could tease you so easily.

“If you win, yes, but if I win, you have to be there at 5 am.” You mimicked his tone and sunk your lips into your bottom lip.

“Deal,” He said.

“Deal,” You confirmed.

A sound whistle was heard, and you knew it was time for him to go.

“Wish me luck,” He winked at you, still not backing away. His face was inches away from yours, and you could feel his eyes darting to your ajar lips.

“Good luck,”

He groaned, clearly unamused by how you wished him good luck. “Not like that, doll,” he brought his face closer to yours if it was even possible, ignoring his name being called and you two being watched by other students.

“Give me a lucky kiss,”

You smiled innocently at him, leaning down to capture his lips in a gentle kiss, but much to his disappointment, you pecked the corner of his lips, leaving a trace of saliva on his cheek and upper lips before you muttered a ‘good luck, Eren’ to him.

“I will get back at you for that, doll. Remember to wear something beautiful for me so I can rip it off of your gorgeous body tonight.” He said and backed away, winking at you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Yeager!” You shouted, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the smile that was forming on your face.

The game started, and your last eyes were glued to him as he — literally — flew across the pitch. He looked like a Greek god, unbelievably beautiful and perfect. And he was winning the game. It definitely was a losing bet for you, maybe you really wanted him to fuck you, but you’d never admit that, despite Eren knowing your real intentions.

Eren scored the first goal, then the second, and then the third one. With every goal, he looked at you, giving you a ‘I told you’ expression. He ran, tackled, kicked, and owned the pitch. He was putting on his best for you, showing off how talented he was.

When the football referee whistled and finished the game, all the Survey Corps team members cheered and laughed at their victory.

Eren’s eyes found yours through the crowd, and you wished nothing more than wiping that stupid smirk off of his face — he had defeated you, and you were sure he got sick pleasure from it.

You stood there watching as he approached you and hopped over the railing, towering over your smaller figure.

“Told ya I’d win,” he booped your nose, chuckling when you slapped his hand away. You were pissed at him for winning the bet. You fell into his trap — not that you complained, but you wanted him to bend the knee and do as you told him to.

“I’m not going to cook for you,” you folded your arms in front of your chest, “So don't get your hopes high, Yeager.”

“No need for that, Doll. I have my meal already ready for me.” He chuckled, enjoying how irritated you were, “I like green, in case you want to wear something to please me.” With one last wink, he left you and joined his other teammates to go to the locker room.

The ring bell rang just on time. 9 pm sharp, and Eren was in front of the door, putting his weight on the doorframe as he waited for you to open it for him.

He held back a gasp when his eyes fell on your figure; H/C hair around your neck, natural makeup on your face, and a green sleeveless dress covering your body. You looked ethical, so beautiful that he had to pinch his skin to make sure you were real.

He couldn't wait any longer, he stepped into the house, forcing you to take a step back so he could slam the door shut.

“Oh, doll, you outdid yourself f’me,”

He took another step forward, and you took another back.

“It's not for you,”

Another step backward, another step closer to your bedroom. His lustful eyes never left the exposed skin of your shoulders and cleavage. You awakened something inside him; something wilder, something more animalistic. He was holding himself back — his restraint was so thin around you that if you did something tempting, he’d explode and take you right here and there.

“But I have seen how you look at me,”

He successfully backed you into your room, until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

“How do I look at you?”

He leaned down, pushing you on the mattress before he crawled on top of you. He nuzzled his nose to your cleavage, tracing a feather-like line from there up to your jaw as his hands held him upward.

“Like you want to run your hands all over me,” he replied, his lips twitching upward when you spread your legs for him. Eren settled himself between your thighs shamelessly.

“And what if I do?”

You licked your lips, your hands went under his black T-shirt, feeling how his abs flexed under your light touch.

“You talk too much, doll.”

“Then why don't you shut me up?”

“You’re just asking for it,”

He didn't start slow, his lips moved furiously on yours, and you couldn't stop the sounds that fell from your mouth. Noses brushed to each other, breathy groans and sinful sighs were echoing within the wet and sloppy sound of your tongues smacking against the other.

His hands roamed your body desperately. Every brush of his fingers on your skin burned you, making you feel like your body and soul was on fire. His mouth left yours, drawing a disappointed whine from you which was soon replaced with a low moan when he licked your jawline down to your collarbone.

You tugged at his T-shirt, giving him a hint to take it off. He did as you asked and dropped it before he reached behind you and unzipped your dress, soon the fabric was thrown on the floor. Eren took a moment to look at your half-naked body; your breasts were exposed to him — since you didn't see a reason to put on a bra, your soft thighs and damp knickers just added more glamour to your angelic body.

He bent down, wrapping his lips around one of your perky nipples, sucking at it like a starved man while his hand kneaded your other breast. You arched your back to his touch, your lips tucked between your teeth as Eren bit on your sensitive flesh.

He trailed a path of hot and open-mouth kisses from your right breast to the left, leaving a few marks here and there as he nibbled on the skin under your left boob.

“Eren, fuck!” You moaned, hands embracing his back as he nuzzled his head between your tits. He groaned in response, his hand going lower and lower until he found the hem of your knickers.

“Fuck, doll, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he pushed the fabric down to your ankles, straightening his back to drop it on the pile of clothes on the floor before he knelt, his face inches away from your wet sex, “C’mere I wanna taste this pretty cunt,”

“B-but it's about you not—oh fucking hell!”

He ignored you and licked a long strap from your entrance up to your clit, humming as he tasted the bittersweetness of your arousal. He propped your legs on his shoulders, his nails digging into the soft skin of your thighs.

He dived in, eating you out so messily until his chin was covered in your wetness. You shut your eyes, hands fisting the silk bed sheets as Eren lapped up all your juices. He could spend hours and hours between your legs. You tasted like heaven, and he had the key right in his palm.

Crying out his name, he wrapped his lips around your clit, sending waves after waves of pleasure through your body. Every stroke of his hot and heavy tongue on your soaked pussy had you arching your back. He didn't need to use his fingers to bring your body to pure bliss, his tongue and skillful lips were made just to pleasure you.

Your toes curled as he kept his mouth attached to the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking and nibbling as he brought you closer and closer to your high. Legs shaking, mind hazy with lust and need, your core tightening with every brush of his tongue between your folds.

“Shit, ‘Ren, gonna come,” You announced, legs clamped around his head as the knot in your stomach broke. He held you close, face buried between the meat of your thighs as he suffocated himself with your cunt, running the flat of his tongue on your pussy until he was sure you were coming down from your release.

“You taste fucking perfect, doll.”

He let go of your legs, collecting the wetness on his chin with his fingers before he sucked it clean, groaning when his eyes met your blissful ones. He hadn't even fucked you, yet you were already in your fucked out state.

“Please,”

“Already begging?” He cooed, pushing his pants down letting them pool around his ankles.

“I swear if you don't fuck me—”

He cut you off by grabbing your jaw harshly, your faces merely inches away from each other as his green eyes bore into yours.

“Patience, doll. Good things happen to those who wait.”

“Fuck you,” You spat out the words, an adorable frown on your face.

“Oh, I will. It was our bet after all.”

He flipped you over, pushing you on your stomach as he got rid of his boxers.

“Eren!” You groaned, irritated by how slow he was taking things.

He leaned on your back, fisting your hair in his hand before he pulled it backward and whispered in your ear, “Shut your pretty mouth before I put it to better use.”

You only whimpered in response, pushing yourself on all fours. Eren’s free hand grabbed his cock, slapping the heavy and swollen head on your cunt, chuckling darkly when you thrust your hips back in hopes of pushing him inside you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this—ahh—how long I’ve wanted to fuck you.” He pushed his length inside you slowly, relishing the feeling of how your walls hugged him.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” You muttered, your head falling forward painfully — because of the grip he had on your locks — as his cock stretched you out open for him. Your heart was beating in your chest furiously — you were sure Eren could hear how loud it was beating for him.

You felt so full, so full of him. Every girl would kill to be at your shoe; to get to fuck the sexiest soccer star in the university, to even have a chance to talk to Eren Yeager.

All your thoughts vanished when Eren pulled almost all the way out before he rammed himself back inside you. The smacking sound of your skins grew louder as he picked up the pace, listening to the loud noises you made — that sounded like music to his ears. It gave him a sense of pride to know he was the one who had you screaming like a bitch in heat.

You were a mess; hair crazy in Eren's fingers, body shaking with pure pleasure. Ecstasy flooded your veins, clouded your mind, and made your eyes roll to the back of your head every time he dragged his cock between your fleshy walls. His cock was throbbing inside you, hitting those sweet spots deep inside you that had you seeing stars.

“‘M so close! So fuckin’ close!” You moaned out as coherently as you could for him to hear.

He let go of your hair, his hands grabbed your asscheeks before he spread your legs even more. He fucked you rougher and faster, the tip of his cock nudging your g-spot with every snap of his hips.

“That's it, doll. Come on my cock,” He bit his bottom lip, looking at your sweaty body as he fucked you without any sign of mercy. He could feel his climax approaching, but he needed to see you first, he needed to see how gorgeous you’d look when you got lost on his cock.

“‘Ren! ‘S too much!” You slurred.

Your cunt clenched around him harshly. You were on cloud nine. This orgasm was more intense than the previous one — too intense that your vision was covered with white dots. The tightness of your pussy was enough for Eren to throw him over the edge. He pulled out just in time, stroking himself a few times before he shot his hot sticky cum on your ass and back.

You were twitching too much because of the release you experienced just a few seconds ago. Your mind was exhausted, your body even worse.

Eren flopped down next to you on the bed after he calmed down from his own orgasm. He reached and pulled you closer to him until you were laying halfway on top of him.

A blush was on his cheeks, your naked bodies covered in a layer of sweat as you both enjoyed the calmness of the afterglow of your mind-blowing sex.

“That was–amazing.” You panted, tilting your head to look up at him.

“Yeah,”

“Wanna do it again?” You suggested with a tired smile on your face.

“Round two in shower.”

#yum #reblogs🔞: jjk

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RATE MY PROFESSOR - JJK MEN

↳ nanami, getou, gojo, toji

synopsis: professors — what you think of them and what they do to you [nsfw mdni]

KENTO NANAMI - GEOL117

QUALITY: 4.6

DIFFICULTY: 3.0

look — if you show up, pay attention, and do your work, you’ll pass the class. he’s not going to spoon feed the information to you like other teachers would, but he will set aside time for you if you’re struggling to grasp a subject. just make sure to put your phone away during class, he doesn’t like them. if you want extra credit he does offer it — but just prepare for how long his dick is.

it’s not like you hadn’t prepared for this. you had known exactly what it was that he wanted of you, but you hadn’t known that all 35 students in your professor’s physical geology course would be present for your little extra credit opportunity. still, nanami has always demanded professionalism from his students, so it’s professionalism that you’ll give him. his dick is already hard when you pull it out of his pants, long and heavy in your hand. it’s pretty, just like the rest of him, and you can already feel yourself getting wet at the thought of taking him into your mouth. you take your time though, dragging it out by lazily jerking him off to get him worked up. it’s only when precum beads up at his tip that you finally lean forward and give his slit a kitten lick. he jolts—just barely, and you take it as an initiative to wrap your lips fully around the head. he tastes good, and you resist the urge to moan as you slowly take more of him into your mouth. you run your tongue up the underside of his shaft, taking extra care to hit the most sensitive spots of the tip, before hollowing out your cheeks and falling into a steady rhythm bobbing up and down his length. he doesn’t fuck up into your throat, but you can feel his hips shift every time your nose meets the base of his cock, and that’s good enough for you. nanami’s voice stays steady as you suck him off, deep and raspy, and you wonder if it’s normal to be getting off to your professor droning on about soil while his dick’s in your mouth. he lets his hand fall beneath his desk to land on top of your head, and you decide that you don’t really care either way because it feels so good to have him hitting the back of your throat and twisting his fingers into your hair in a way that hurts. you’re so turned on that you find yourself giving in and moaning around his cock, no longer caring about the other students in the room. he freezes and, for a second, you’re worried he’s going to push you off, but then he’s pushing your head all the way down and spilling into the back of your throat. his voice doesn’t falter, but there’s a breathiness to it, and you’re left to wonder if you’re just imagining it when he mutters a quick “good girl” under his breath in between lecture points.

SUGURU GETOU - PSYCH205

QUALITY: 3.4

DIFFICULTY: 2.8

his class is very enjoyable, although he HATES multiple choice tests and sees them as the downfall of the education system, so be prepared to write a lot of essays. sometimes it may feel as though he’s more so teaching the class for himself than the students, but he’s good at what he does regardless. overall, he’s really an interesting professor — kinda sad, kinda bitter, super sexy, and very good with his dick, so definitely take his class.

professor getou, you think, is evil. maybe you think this because of how he touches you—longingly like he’s never touched before. maybe it’s because of how he looks at you—sultry, eyes never leaving your face as if he’s trying to commit it to memory. or maybe it’s because of the way he speaks—saccharine, making calling you a dirty, little whore sound like a declaration of love. professor getou, you think, is evil because he’s fucking you like he needs you when you both know come the end of the semester he’ll never speak to you again. it’s worth it though, this hold he has on you, because you know you’ll never meet anyone quite like him again. so you ignore the part of your brain telling you to stop this before it hurts and let him guide your hips to rest above his cock instead. he looks gorgeous, looks like he’s yours, and you think he looks even prettier when his head drops back against his desk chair as you slowly sink down onto him. “that’s it, baby,” he hisses as one large hand gently cups the side of your face, tilting your head so that he can get a complete look at you. it’s too much, the stretch of his dick and the intimacy of his gaze. it’s far too much, so you shake your head out of his grasp and settle for pressing your hands against his broad chest instead, mapping out the lines of his muscles with your fingers before stopping at his shoulders and using them as leverage to lift yourself up. you look at your hands, the dip of his collar bones, the curve of his neck, anything but his face—but you know he’ll get you where he wants you soon enough. he knows it too, so he lets you have your way for now and dips his head to place wet kisses up the side of your neck, suckling more the higher up he gets. getou has this thing about marking you, says it’s so nobody touches what’s his. he says it again now as if he knows what you’re thinking, and it’s kind of embarrassing how his words alone are enough to make you shudder and clench down around him. you ride getou lazily, preferring to take your time to feel his cock slide against your walls as your orgasm slowly builds in your core. he’s attuned to you like this—can tell how close you are by the way your legs shake when you lift up, by the way your moans turn into shallow gasps, by the way your nails dig into his skin. he lets you chase your high, watches your hips falter as your steady rhythm turns into desperate grinds, and right as you’re about to cum he stops you with a hand on your hip and his thumb near your clit. “i’ll only let you cum if you let me see your pretty face,” he purrs, and it’s a dirty move, but you’re too far gone to care, so you look at him anyway, moving to hold his face in your hands so that you remain grounded. you cum like that, with his eyes on you and his thumb pressed into your clit and the knowledge that for now, he owns you.

SATORU GOJO - PHY310

QUALITY: 5.0

DIFFICULTY: 3.7

professor gojo’s way of teaching and grading is like none other; he goes above and beyond to ensure that his students will learn to love physics. he’s accessible at pretty much all times of the day and will extend his office hours for those that need the extra help. he has a very strong personality and can be a bit obnoxious at times, but you can tell that he genuinely cares about his students — just as much as he cares about getting them off.

maybe you had meant to ask questions about the homework at first—although you’re not quite sure that’s true. maybe professor gojo had meant to help you with that homework—although he’s not quite sure that’s true. but somewhere down the line things got confusing, so now you’re backed up against his office door with two of his fingers stuffed into your cunt and his mouth on your neck, homework be damned. “let me go down on you, ‘kay?” he asks somewhere between littering your neck with obscene marks and fucking you dizzy on his fingers. you can’t say no, can’t even say yes with the way your voice catches on the first syllable, so you settle for nodding vigorously and pressing down on his shoulders to get the message across. “that’s my girl,” he smiles at you, and you’re left dizzy once again. he pulls his fingers out of you and drops down to his knees, taking time to leave wet kisses on the inside of your thighs to get you all the more worked up. he’s good, you think, better than anyone else, and he hasn’t even started eating you out yet. he taps your right leg and shrugs his shoulder, and you know what he’s asking, so your sling your leg over it to give him better access. his left hand comes to rest on the side of the thigh slung over his shoulder while his right guides your own to his hair. it’s soft, and you think he looks pretty like this, with his big, blue eyes and white hair tangled in your fingers as he looks up at you. he’s almost too pretty, and it makes you want to look away, but he moves first, turning his head to lick a line up from your hole to your clit. it has you gasping and choking out his name—satoru, he corrects—and then he’s doing it again. he moves slowly, tantalizing, and you’re sure that without his big hands supporting your legs, your knees would’ve given out already. he takes his time, letting his tongue take you apart as your slick soaks his face, and it’s simultaneously way too much and not enough at all. satoru seems to pick up on your needs instantly, he always just seems to know, and changes his pace, alternating between quick flicks of his tongue against your clit or fucking his tongue into your hole. you’re trembling now, whining as he brings you closer and closer to cumming. “let go, baby,” he gasps in between drags of his tongue against your folds, “i want you to cum for me.” so you do, hard and wet, soaking his face as he praises you through it. he holds you steady with his large hands and places little kisses along the inside of your thigh as you come down, and once your breathing has evened out and you’re able to focus on his words, he beams up at you and asks you if you’re ready to go again.

TOJI FUSHIGURO - FIN316

QUALITY: 1.5

DIFFICULTY: 4.0

who the fuck gave this man a teaching position? he knows next to nothing about financial management. i could do a better job teaching the class and i got a D. he also tends to cancel class randomly without notice and will lose assignments and make you redo them even though it was his fault. his only saving grace is that he’s hot as shit and an easy lay. i mean seriously, this man is a slut!

“listen, I’m not makin’ any promises here, but if you wanna learn something that badly, then how about i teach you how to take dick?” professor fushiguro smirks down at you. you’ve hated him all semester, so much so that you had gone to his office on the last day and told him exactly what you thought of his position as a teacher, but he’s also the most attractive man you’ve ever seen, so you take him up on his offer. at least that way you’ll have something to show for this shithole of a semester. he wastes no time turning you around and shoving you roughly onto his desk. “don’t think I’m gonna be nice to you now, princess. words hurt, y’know,” he murmurs into your ear as he leans over your body. his fingers find your cunt, and he hums in approval at your lack of panties. as embarrassing as it may be, you had heard the rumors of how easy it was to get him riled up. you weren’t stupid, and neither was he—you wanted him. it’s not like you had expected the conversation to turn out like this, but you’d be a liar for denying that you had hoped for it. you’re already wet, and you think he might’ve just called you a slut, but before you can gripe back, he’s burying a finger knuckle-deep into your cunt, and the words die in your throat as you gasp at the feeling. he pumps his finger in and out of you, curling them into your gummy walls and not giving you time to adjust before he adds another. you might just come apart on his fingers alone, but he’s pulling them out of you before you even have a moment to entertain the thought. he shoves them into your mouth, and you get to work licking them clean as his other hand fumbles with his belt. his fingers are long and thick, enough to make you gag, and you can tell by the sudden feeling of his fat tip against your folds that his cock puts them to shame. he doesn’t give you time to prepare before he’s slowly pushing into you, groaning as you choke around his fingers at the sting of it. he’s not gentle; he doesn’t sing you pretty praises and doesn’t check to see if it hurts, but he fucks you good and deep, and you think you might now understand why half of the student body is addicted to his cock. his fingers are still in your mouth, and you’re drooling all over the papers on his desk, but he doesn’t let up, and you can already feel your orgasm building up inside you. you think you’re going crazy with the way he’s splitting you open and fucking into you so unforgivingly, and he must notice because he starts fucking laughing. he’s so snide, and his voice is so mean, and his cock is so good that all you can do is sob around his fingers as you cum. “just letting you know now, sweetheart; you can cum as many times as you want, but we’re not done until i think i’ve given you the lesson you deserve.”

#ur wordplay is phenomenal goddamn #the way the tension is built up???#smackalicious #karisa.reblogs:nsfw

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absence of innocence

pairing: nanami kento x fem!reader

summary: a high school reunion brings you and kento together for the first time in six years.

wc: 2.7k

a/n: LMAO this started as a little angsty blurb then began a morphed character study but anyways i present to you something that has lived rent free in my mind for two months

cw: no curses au, mutual pining/regret, rumination, angst/little to no comfort, a smidgeon of fluff, smoking, reader's mother has passed, mentions of skinny dipping, mentions of losing virginity (a line of smut), thoughts of cheating (not acting on it), big brain existential crisis thoughts

song inspo: coffee and cigarettes by the night game

nanami kento looks so handsome with the wedding ring glinting brightly on his finger. you see him from across the gym, knowing that he had gotten there exactly fifteen minutes early and waited in his car to walk through the gym doors exactly at 7:00pm. meanwhile, you hadn’t bothered to start getting ready until that time, showing up an hour and a half late.

many of your friends from high school attend the reunion and squeal when you finally stride through the door. a multitude of arms wrap around you, familiarity of those days skipping through the hallways and gossiping after school. you can’t help but acknowledge those who are too far away to even think about returning to their hometown for a dumb reunion.

your friends who come from just a few towns over ask about the band on your finger and you tell them of your husband who stayed home with a sick daughter. of course, they lose their minds over how sweet and valiant he is. you only nod along, eyes trained on the blond standing by the table laden with food. the conversation with your old classmates dies down and you make your move.

“color looks good on you, kennie,” you smile. the blond looks at you over his cup full of punch, giving you a tender smile that sends your heart racing. you never saw him wear any other color but black in his days of youth, but the deep blue shirt and the spotted tie tell you of a growth in character that you can’t begin to fathom. you wonder if the woman that put the wedding band on his finger was the one that styled him.

“it’s good to see you,” he murmurs. you lean in to hear him over the music, finding that the only thing that the movement aids in is turning your legs into jelly at how close your bodies get.

nanami isn’t too sure of why he came. his wife didn’t care what he chose, seeing as he told her that he had a friend that he would be able to stay with, and it wasn’t a total lie. he just didn’t know at the time if you had an extra room in your house, if you had upgraded to a larger space, if those rooms were filled with toys and carbon copies of your beautiful face.

the star of the football team and head cheerleader take the stage and show a slideshow full of pictures from the glory days. everyone has a good laugh at the silly faces and the outlandish fashion that ruled over their high school experience.

you and ken have to laugh at a picture of the two of you sharing a smoke underneath the bleachers, grinning at the camera like a couple of delinquents. the itch to pull on one hits you, so you elbow him and he follows, much to the amusement of the other adults in the room as the slide for “most likely to get married” shows your faces.

“you smoke still?” ken asks the obvious question as you fumble in your purse for the pack and a lighter. you find what you’re looking for, setting the cigarette between your teeth. your hands tremble as you try to ignite the lighter. you’d like to blame it on the fact that you hadn’t had a fix since that morning, but kento’s gaze searing into you trumps every excuse.

“yeah,” you talk around the thing in your teeth before taking a long pull. you lean against the exterior of the gym and watch as the smoke billows out between your lips. you pluck the cigarette from its place and offer it to him. he shakes his head. you smile and take the hit instead before marveling, “you quit! goody two shoes.”

“a while ago.” ken’s arm brushes against yours as he takes a place beside you, watching the first few people begin to leave the reunion.

“i did when i was pregnant, but i missed it too much.”

you can feel his eyes on you at the statement you didn’t want to utter. it felt like some sort of duty to your husband.

“kids?”

“yup,” you smile. “two girls and a boy. all as cute as can be. you?”

“yeah.”

he doesn’t elaborate. you pretend not to hear the way his voice catches on the syllable. you stay silent for a minute more, then ask what he’s doing now. he tells you that he’s in the city, working an economic or banking job that you don’t really understand. a few terms that stuck in your mind from your college classes years ago jump out at you, but the whole thing is mainly jargon that you nod along with. ken knows that you don’t understand, which is why he asks you what you’ve been doing quickly after he finishes.

“well, i had to escape this town just for a little bit, but i ended up taking over my mom’s vet practice when she passed. i’m not really sure why i came back, seeing as i wanted to get out for so long.”

but kento knows why you did. your sense of loyalty and responsibility always came shining through when you were younger, as much as you wanted to deny it and lean into a rebellious phase that you thought was going to last forever. that’s one of the things that he loves - no, loved, about you so much.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t know that your mother had passed.” it was the only sentence to push out from his dry mouth.

“it was a few years after i had gotten back, so i was able to spend a good amount of time shadowing her. the transition was easy after that.”

a heavy silence hangs in between the two of you as you take one last pull of the cigarette, flicking it into the bushes onto the grave of the butts you dug into the same spot in high school.

kento watches you as you twist the strands of your hair while you wait for something to say to magically pop into your head. he thinks that you haven’t changed a bit - even your mannerisms are the same. you still have flecks of beautiful color in your eyes, that one crooked tooth that four years of braces couldn’t fix.

being back in town reminds him of you. every street has a memory, every crack in the sidewalk, every window gleaming in the sunlight. he can’t help but imagine what his life would’ve been like if he had stayed, if he had conquered the fear of settling down in a place that he had longed to escape for so long.

kento feels trapped in his life. he hates to think of it that way. he has it good. he has a loving wife (that looks suspiciously similar to you), a baby, a house that’s not too big, not too small, a six figure job, a dog, a white picket fence. but it still feels empty somehow.

you can’t care less about how your life is missing something. it feels good to have taken over your mother’s business, to have responsibility for something that you love doing. throwing yourself into work is an easy escape from ruminating on every regret you’ve ever had, every text you didn’t send. but that doesn’t stop those thoughts from attacking when you leave the clinic during those late nights.

“we sound like a hallmark movie,” you marvel, looking up at the stars. kento chuckles in agreement. you jump when his fingers brush against yours, but only for a moment as he grabs the cigarette you had just lit.

“i thought you-”

“for old time’s sake,” he shrugs, taking a long pull. he coughs slightly, the smoke coming out in dense bursts, before passing it back to you. you smirk, then look back up at the stars with him, ignoring the fact that your hands touch as they rest against the exterior of the gym.

together, you wordlessly think of those long nights spent out underneath the same stars, those sunsets on the bridge, the midnights spent skinny dipping in the valley. sharing a milkshake at the diner, making breakfast after school dances, passing notes to him in class that he would never answer for fear of getting caught.

you both think of those memories as soon as your heads hit the pillows, and as soon as you rise from them in the morning. it’s an aching feeling, one that no other person can fill, no other substance can satisfy. you both ran away for too long, built up your fences around yourselves.

it had taken a while though. you went off to college in different places, coming back during the breaks to see your families. those times had been the most fulfilling. you had been older, more mature, more desperate.

when you finally lost your virginities, it was to each other, like it always should have been. you’ll never forget the feeling of him surrounding you in your childhood bed, those loving whispers and tender touches as he truly made love to you. that’s how it should have been.

it had been, for the time being. a whole year and a half. a winter break, a summer break, then another. but the seasons changing meant that you both were changing too.

but those visits to home after you both had graduated college became fewer and farther in between, for him at least. you were in vet school and he was out in the working world. your mom got sick and you spent all breaks, even some weekends, coming home to help out at the clinic and make things easier in her last few years on earth. and you barely saw kento except for around christmas. however, once he brought home that girl that looked like you, you could barely find the courage to speak to him.

he guesses it was the same for him, how the last time he saw you, you were shopping with a carbon copy of himself for thanksgiving dinner. he remembers how quickly he ducked away to the next aisle, how fast he ran out of the door, how he couldn’t keep himself from hitting the steering wheel over and over again, begging whatever god there was above for the courage to claim you, even if it meant kissing you in the middle of the deli section.

that courage never came.

instead, he chooses to remember those good times. how your first kiss had been after prom, how you were both too scared to go further while his parents were still home. he still has all of your notes, all of the haphazard poems you’d scribbled across them.

will you chase the sun

with me at your side, just us?

i’m waiting for you

the crinkled pages don’t smell like they used to, like your melon shampoo or your rose perfume. they’re locked away in a box full of those memories that he hates to open, but can’t help himself from doing so from time to time.

clouds will part

under our fingertips so

we’ll be artists, ken

you look at him, watching the memories play out in his eyes, dancing across the stars that reflect off of the molten depths. a specific night comes to your mind as you imagine him six years younger laying next to you.

“what are you thinkin’ ‘bout, ken?” you asked, prodding him with your elbow.

“‘s too deep, i think,” he mused, smiling at you. you turn into him, nestling into his side to escape the bite of the chilly autumn air. he tucks his arm around you to pull you in closer to warmth. he curses himself for not bringing more blankets.

“c’mon, tell me.”

“okay…” he sighs before sweeping his hand across the night sky. “our bodies are made out of stars.”

“whaddya mean?”

“the law of energy, right? it can’t be created or destroyed. so everything on earth came from the big bang, in theory. every rock, every plant, every animal. it’s all just bundles of energy. we’re just bundles of energy. energy that came from stars. and one day, that’s where we’ll be again. you know, eventually.”

“i think you’re right, ken,” you sigh, rubbing your temples. “too much for my little brain this late at night.”

“your brain’s not little,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. his lips don’t leave your skin for a long time.

it was the last night you spent with him.

ken still remembers how the juvenile “i love yous” passed between your lips, how those words used to slip under his tongue like a drug. he was always underneath your spell. yet somehow, he had equated that with the hold that the town had on him. so you were one of the things he had to escape.

it wasn’t easy at first. every time he came back, you were waiting with a cheeky smile on your face. every meeting ended in your bodies tangled together, as it should have been, but kento was always too restless. you felt it. you felt that change.

his family up and moved out of town five years ago. he never had a reason to come back after that.

you still texted him from time to time, but after the conversations dried up and calls became more infrequent, you let him slip away. you thought that’s what he wanted. he thought that was what he had wanted. so those “hey, it’s been a while” and “happy birthday” texts became more and more scarce.

you don’t talk to each other for the rest of the night. you stand there in silence, letting those feelings collide over and over again in the tense space between you. your lookalike spouses are waiting for you at home, your children will need to be brought to school in the morning.

your phone rings.

kento watches as you bite your fingernail and nod along with the conversation, ending it with a tired “okay, i’ll be right there” and closing your eyes. one last cigarette. one last ash.

one last look over your shoulder as you wave goodbye to the man you don’t know if you’ll ever see again. the man that was the only one that made you feel like a star.

it’s cruel, you think, as you start the car to drive to the clinic, it’s cruel for someone with such big dreams to not realize that it was you all along.

it’s cruel for you to not realize that it had been him all along.

you speed away, fighting back tears along with the desire to turn the car around, the desire to run away from the three kids waiting for you to get home so that they can attack you with hugs and kisses because their father couldn’t get them to sleep without your usual bedtime story and song. you have a duty, a responsibility, and promise to fulfill, and one man from years ago can’t stop that. you had both made your choices. you both had already dug your graves. you’re buried with the burnt cigarette butts.

kento leaves soon after, not even bothering to go back outside. instead, he heads straight back to the suburbs just outside the city, greeting his dog with a tired scratch behind the ears.

you both lie in bed, staring out the window at the same stars, wondering if the other was thinking about you - and of course, they were.

two different people, two different lives, two different spouses that bear the resemblance of the ones that the others so desire to love. it’s a wicked fate, one that the lack of courage destines in the lives of those too cowardly to claim the ones they want. when the walls come tumbling down, when reality hits and you wake up next to someone you don’t recognize as the person you want to be with, that’s when the hole in your heart grows wider. it’s easy to acknowledge now, how in the absence of innocence, there was an abundance of regret.

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