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The Perfect Gentleman

Pairing: Yandere!Upperclassman x Reader

Synopsis: He's intelligent, kind, responsible, trustworthy, and respectful; the epitome of the perfect gentlemen. But behind closed doors...

Warnings: Dub-con/Non-con, Stalking, Manipulation, Manhandling, Fake Sympathy, Restraints/Gagging, Eating Through Panties, Premature Ejaculation, Female Ejaculation, Creampie, Breathplay/Choking, Dacryphilia, Language, Pure Filth, etc.

MINORS/AGELESS ACC DNI

Viewer discretion is advised.

Thinking about perfect Upperclassmen!Yandere who's obsessed with you from the moment he lays eyes on you. He's immediately enraptured with your beauty and innocence; how bright and radiant you are apart from everyone else on campus. His heart skips a few beats whenever you're in the same room and he nearly fumbles over his words the first time you speak to him. You're magnificent in his eyes, like the sun in human form.

At first, he tries to ignore the obsession that slowly builds, pushing away the allure of your existence. He chooses to speak to you less and less when you're around him, purposefully making himself busier than usual so as not to come off as avoidant. He'd hate himself if you found out, if his weakness pushed you away.

It doesn't take long before he's exhausted all efforts and resources meant to distance himself from you. It's almost inevitable, the entanglement he finds himself trapped in. So, he completely stops avoiding you, going as far as to call out your name whenever you're in the same space. Soon, the two of you have built this odd, quirky relationship full of lighthearted humor and concealed interests that drives him deeper and deeper into madness. You're magnetic, an enigma he desperately needs to figure out... but so is he.

Gradually, he finds himself drawn more to you, using his charm to capture your attention while remaining mysterious himself. He gives you just enough attention to leave you wondering but never sure of his intentions, leave you wanting more. On the outside, he's calm and collected, his image clean cut and pristine. But on the inside... he's losing his mind.

Every thought of his is occupied solely by you. From the pretty pink of your lips to the cadence of your speech; everything about you makes his cock swell and his balls fatten up. Night after night he finds himself gasping for air, hand working up and down his stiff length at the thought of you writhing underneath him, crying his name. He cums buckets when imagines you begging for mercy as he pins you, as he forces you to take every single inch he gives you. He knows it's wrong, that if anyone knew about his filthy fantasies he'd be ruined. But he just can't shake the dark desire that consumes him day by day.

It becomes evident in the way your interactions change. His language gets progressively more flirtatious, and his eyes lingering longer than usual. He becomes more aggressive playful when you two meet, his need to subjugate you pushing him to tease you more violently than he typically would. The tension builds and wells within him until it snaps one evening after he sees you giggling with another upperclassman.

The rage that fills him makes him physically ill, it burns in the pit of his stomach. Disgust gnaws at his insides as he watches the guy draw closer, eyes bright and smile brighter. He hates the way his fingertips linger when the both of you shake hands, the way you look so comfortable around him. It doesn't make it any better that he knows what kind of guy he is, and that he knows he'd gladly take advantage of you if he could. The only man who will ever be allowed to take advantage of you is him.

So, once your conversation's ended, he puts on a kind eyed smile and sidles up to you bashfully. It doesn't take long for you to let your guard down, to get you to agree to a study date with him. As the two of you part ways, you don't notice the way his lips lift into a smirk before settling into a soft smile. You don't feel the darkness in his eyes as he watches your figure retreat, knowing all too well what he has in store for you.

When you do finally meet for his proposed study session, it's much later than the time you'd agreed upon. You would have canceled altogether had he not sent you an apologetic text explaining how his roommate had desperately needed his assistance just as he was preparing to leave his dorm. He finally shows up as the clock strikes 11:30 p.m., hair disheveled and backpack hanging off his shoulders haphazardly as if he's jogged across campus to get to you. He offers you a gentle grin and another apology before the two of you enter the library while chitchatting about its convenient 24-hour policy and the work you plan on getting done.

The night winds on, the two of you conversing in a tucked away study room between periods of silence as you finish assignments, and soon its nearing 3:00 a.m. You thank him for the invitation, preparing to head out as the night draws on. But when you stand and pull the study room door open his hand shoots out above your head and shuts it before it can fully open. Dozens of questions and scenarios begin clouding your mind as you stand stock still in confusion. Why had he closed the door? When had he gotten so close behind you? Why was everything suddenly so quiet? What was this intense sense of dread growing within you?

Your train of thought is broken by him slowly lowering his hand to turn the lock on the doors handle, essentially trapping the both of you inside the space that suddenly seems much too small now. Every hair on the back of your neck is standing to attention now, your brain screaming at you to get away as fast as you can. But you ignore that feeling, turning to face him with a nervous smile and giggle. "What's that about, huh? Wanted me to hang around a little longer?", you tease though you are most definitely not in a witty mood.

A small smile etches its way onto his handsome features, almost sad in a way, before he finally speaks. " 'M sorry, princess.", he breathes out and just as you're about to ask him what for he flicks the light switch behind you and the room goes dark.

You inhale to scream for help only for it to be cut short by his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing hard. Tears gather in your eyes as you fight for a single breath of air, desperately trying to push and pull away from him. "I suggest you keep quiet and play nice.". he whispers in the darkness, "You wouldn't want me to do something we'd both regret, would you?". A strangled whimper escapes your chest, and you stop fighting him. He lets up upon your compliance and you inhale raggedly with a fit of coughs. Before you can fully regain the oxygen you'd been deprived of and adjust your eyes to the dark, your lifted and practically thrown on table behind the two of you.

Your landing isn't a hard one but it startles you all the same. When you try to sit up a large hand comes down on your front to pin you in place. In the black of the room, you can just barely make out his silhouette shifting above you and your ears register the sounds of rustling fabric. The tears that had welled in your eyes start to fall as the weight of the situation finally sinks into you. You've been tricked, set up, and now you're about to be taken advantage of by someone you look up to.

"Y-you don't have to do t-this...", you weakly plead with him between sobs as he binds your hands together with what you assume to be his necktie, "I won't tell anyone, I pr-promise.". He groans at your words, cursing under his breath as he forces your legs apart wide enough for him to fit in between them. "Don't be like that, baby. I don't even want to do this but-", his breath hitches as he pushes your dress up to bunch underneath your chest, "I can't help it. You've made me into this. . . this monster, and I need to handle this before I do something far worse.".

You sobs grow more sorrowful as his body arches over your own, his mouth now placing gentle kisses down the expanse of your belly. Though you're frightened out of your mind and shaking like a leaf, you can't ignore the shiver that creeps down your spine when you finally feel a puff of warm air against your clothed mound. You just barely make out the quiet sigh of 'forgive me' before his mouth is on you, lavishing you with long opened mouthed kisses. Though you fight it it's not long before your cries become pitiful moans.

Soon, your panties are soaked from both his saliva and your steadily flowing slick. Everything about this situation is wrong. The context, the place, the time. You were just helping each other write papers on the same table you were being violated on, but you don't scream for help or beg to be released. You writhe in pleasure as every drag of his tongue against your slit leaves you breathless and pulls the tightening knot in your stomach closer to snapping. A deep, muffled groan reverberates through your assailant's chest, the vibrations causing your mind to fog and your little bud to pulse against his tongue. He's quick to lock onto the sensation, suckling harder at you while holding you in place. Your moans grow in volume as your high creeps nearer, peaking when come undone after a particularly lewd slurp. You tremble violently as he feasts on you well past your orgasm, only letting up when you tug at his hair.

You make out his figure rising in the darkness and the hand on your front lifts to wipe at his mouth. "You're just as sweet as I thought you'd be, but I'm far from satisfied.", he hums breathlessly and you feel him raise your hips before pulling your underwear down your legs, "Gonna need you extra quiet for what comes next.". He leaves you no room to appeal to him or ask questions as he stuffs your panties into your own mouth, effectively gagging you. While you attempt to spit them out, the taste of you unfamiliar on your tongue, he spreads your legs further. The sound of a zipper and what you're absolutely sure is his pants falling to the ground causes you to freeze in anticipation. "Just breath through your nose and relax, princess, I've got you.", he comforts you as if he's not assaulting you in a library.

Still, you obey.

As you inhale, something hot and hard finds your entrance and begins to slip inside of you. The tears from earlier return at the big stretch that seems as if it'll tear you in two even though it's just begun. Judging by the sound of the ragged and shallow breathing above you, he's not doing all too well either. "Fuck!", he hisses as his hips roll forward to fill you more, "You're so w-warm and wet and perfect.". You sniffle and whimper at his words, your walls contracting suddenly at his compliments, and you hear him moan a soft 'no' before a new kind of warmth fills you. It's hot and thick, his cum painting your walls and overflowing as his hips buck to bottom out completely. Your attacker buries his head in the crook of your neck in shame, body still trembling from his sudden release.

This gives you time to adjust to his intrusion, and soon what was painful becomes unbearably sweet to your senses. He's big, big enough to nestle against your cervix and your g-spot simultaneously and he only gets bigger the more you flutter around his length. Slowly, his pelvis retreats from yours and reconnects as he begins to set a pace far too intimate for the current situation. You make no arguments, though, the ability to make coherent and rational thoughts becoming more and more difficult with each thrust.

Your moans mix as he fucks both of you into oblivion, your broken minds set on cumming again, and he uses his grip on the backs of your knees to fold you into a mean mating press. "I'm- ah- so sorry, please don't be- oh fuck- mad at me.", he whimpers and whines into your neck and you feel yourself grow impossibly wetter, "Please, please, please.". As he begs, his pace increases drastically. The sound of wet squelching and flesh slapping against flesh fills the room along with the heady scent of sex and you wonder if the buildings few patrons can hear you for all of two seconds before a hand stealthily placed between you begins to toy with your abused, pulsating clit.

"No, no more, too much!", you try to sob out around your gag as your orgasm builds at an unprecedented speed, but you quickly find out he's too far gone to care. A sudden pressure in your lower belly blooms followed by tickling sensation in your bud and you come hard. Your arousal pours from you in short streams, soaking the table and your bare lower halves before dripping onto the floor. Another long whine escapes the man above you as he rises partially to lightly squeeze the column of your neck with his free hand. "Yeah, that's right.", he moans whorishly, "That's my good girl. Keep coming for me, princess.".

And you do.

The overstimulation washes over you like a wave, every nerve in your body wrecked and tingling as if you were being electrocuted. You continue to squirt with each well angled thrust and tears fall from your eyes like a flood. "Shh, shh, shh. It's okay baby, I'm so close.", he soothes you as his thrust grow sloppier, "I'm s-so close.". As another orgasm rattles your core, you reach up with your clasped hands to pull his forehead onto yours, managing to choke out a semi-coherent 'cum for me' as they touch. Your cunt is dealt a few more quick thrusts before your insides are once again flooded with him.

Several minutes pass before either of you even begin coming down and when he finally does it'd before you do. You stop yourself from chasing his warmth when he pulls out. He gingerly begins to clean you up with the complimentary tissues that'd been jostled from the table when he'd pinned you, apologizing profusely all the while. After the stars disappear from your vision and you catch your breath enough to spit out your panties, you sit up and pull him with you by his hair. He lets out a sharp gasp before you snatch him into a deep kiss, bound hands now draping softly across his shoulders. You pull away after a moment with a shallow sigh and your lips graze his when you speak. "Don't be sorry.", you purr as he nips at your lower lip and drags you closer instinctively.

"Be ready to do it all again tomorrow.".

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hopesangelsprite · 3 days ago

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"but what do i know 🤷🏿‍♀️" i say after dropping the most blunt, gut wrenching, potentially unsound advice ever spoken from human lips

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“totally platonic” | johnny suh

𝜗𝜚 genre: smut | wc: 6.6k | au: friends to lovers 𝜗𝜚 pairing: bestfriend! johnny x afab! reader 𝜗𝜚 warnings: soft dom johnny, virgin reader, banter, hickies, oral (m + f receiving), dirty talk, cum play, cervix kissing, p in v, checking in, unprotected sex, praising, pulling out, multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare, confessions, missionary, doggy, other names included for writing purposes, other members mentioned (mark, doyoung) 𝜗𝜚 summary: you’re nearing your thirties and still a virgin. johnny, your best friend and only person who knows about your secret, offers to take your virginity seeing how much its bothering you — but it’s all platonic, duh! 𝜗𝜚 aimee's thoughts 💭 : no thoughts, just a horny smut. added a bonus scene for some fluff at the end. requested by anonymous 𐙚

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── FRIDAY, 10:38 PM

A familiar text tone designated to your best friend is heard as you sulk in bed.

Johnny🌻: I’m outside, open the door. You: Use the spare key I gave you. I’m in my room.

In less than a minute, your bedroom door slowly opens and your room’s overhead lights turn on, temporarily blinding you for a second before you throw your blanket over your head. The brightness abruptly dims before the only light source comes from your side table lamp.

“You didn’t make it to the monthly dinner,” Johnny lets out as you feel a dip in your mattress. “Everyone was worried and wondered if you were okay.”

You uncover your head from your blanket. Looking up at the man sitting on your bed, you wrinkle your nose in slight disgust. “Ew, you’re on my bed with outside clothes,” you roll your eyes before softly giggling at him.

Johnny laughs, lowering his head in defeat. He stands up and strips himself from his beige sweater and jeans, leaving him in nothing but his white t-shirt and gray underwear. He lays on your bed, turning his body to face you. He slides a pillow under his head and his arm sandwiched between your mattress and the cold side of the pillow.

You place another pillow over his waist, helping him cover his lower half. “You could’ve left your pants on, perv.” You tease, shifting your body to mimic his position.

“Oh shut up. It’s nothing new,” he smiles. “You’ve seen me half naked before.”

You give him a small smile after hearing his words before changing the subject. “What’re you doing here?” You ask, pulling your blanket higher up your body.

“I came to make sure you’re okay.” He presses the backside of his hand against your forehead. “Are you sick? You said you weren’t feeling well.”

Shaking your head, you gently push his hand away. “I just didn’t feel like going to dinner with everyone.” You softly admit, trying to sound nonchalant.

“We both know that’s a lie. You always look forward to our monthly dinners with our friends. What’s wrong?” He looks at you with concern. “You can tell me.”

“Whenever I’m around them, I’m somehow reminded that I’m the only virgin of the group,” you sigh.

“Ah,” he nods in understanding. “I see your v-card is still bothering you.”

“I’m nearly 30, Johnny. I haven’t had sex yet and it’s starting to mess with my life plans. My virginity isn’t even something I hold close to me, sex just hasn’t happened with me.”

“You could always hook up with randos.”

“You know that I’m not into that.” You scoff. “I’ve always wanted to lose it to someone I feel safe with.”

Johnny moves his body closer to you. “There are a lot of people who are still virgins at your age.” He tries to comfort you. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is to me.” You sigh in defeat, covering your face with your hands in frustration. “Maybe I should just run away and become a nun.”

Johnny chuckles at your dramatic statement, gently moving your hands from your face.

“It’s not funny,” you groan before a small laugh involuntarily leaves your lips too. “Please don’t tell anyone why I didn’t come tonight.”

“Hey, I’ve kept your virginity a secret for a long time now. One more can’t hurt.” He lifts his hand to stroke your cheek with the pad of his thumb before pulling away and clearing his throat. “So you just laid here and felt sorry for yourself?”

You give him a death glare, displeased with how he worded your actions even though it really was what you did while him and your group of mutual friends were having dinner.

“Did you have fun tonight?” You ask, changing the subject.

“It’s never fun without you.” He flashes a cheeky smile at you, earning him a giggle from you in response. “It’s the same thing every month. You didn’t miss much.”

You nod your head at his words, allowing silence to fill the air for a minute.

“Hey,” he softly lets out, catching your attention once more. “You trust me, right? Like you feel safe around me?” Johnny hesitantly questions.

“Of course,” you let out a half hearted laugh. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know, I can see how much your situation bothers you. So, I was thinking,” he pauses. “And this is just a thought.” He lightly chuckles, attempting to keep the mood light. “If you’re really upset about still being a virgin, why don’t we…” he trails off.

Your brows raise in surprise. Your lips parting upon hearing his words. “Oh, uh, you and me,” you stammer. “Having sex?” You slowly finish his thought.

“Yeah, I mean,” he shifts uncomfortably. “You said you wanted to do it with someone you feel safe with and you just said you feel safe with me, so why don’t we — why don’t I help you, so you don’t feel like this again?”

You fall quiet for a moment, thoroughly thinking through his words as you sit up in bed and pulling your knees to your chest. “Aren’t you afraid of ruining our friendship? What if it makes things awkward and weird between us?”

You watch Johnny shift his weight onto his elbow, propping up his upper body. “Yeah, there’s always a chance of ruining our friendship. There’s also a chance of ruining it if we debate which Spider-Man movie is the best,” he grins, clearly trying to lighten up the mood. “If we make it weird, then it’ll be weird.”

“Okay well, are you… clean?” An involuntary chuckle parts your lips.

He gives you a dramatic eye roll before grabbing a pillow and playfully hitting your face with it. “Yes! Of course I am! I get tested every time I hook up with someone and I always use a condom.” He hits you with the pillow again before you stick your hand out to stop it.

“Forgive me, I’m sorry.” You giggle. “I just wanted to make sure. I know you’re very experienced with this aspect of your life. It’s not like I was degrading you, I’m sorry if you felt I was.” You lay back down in your previous position.

“It’s fine,” he sighs, dramatically. “I suppose it’s normal for someone to ask.” He rolls his eyes. “People usually ask with more tact, but I’ll let it slide with you.”

You bite down on your bottom lip, giggling at his sarcastic comment.

“I’ll even give you the boyfriend experience,” he smirks. “Free of charge, of course.”

“Do you even know how to be a boyfriend?” You scoff before you hold your hands up in preparation to get hit by a pillow again.

“Contrary to your belief, I do know how to be a boyfriend.” He uses a hand to lower your wrists before hitting you with another pillow, causing you to giggle. “You’re feisty today.” He chuckles. “What’s with the sudden jabs at me? Don’t tell me being a virgin for nearly 30 years somehow gives you permission to think you’re better than everyone else.”

“You know that’s not it,” you defend, trying to grab the pillow with your hands.

“Yeah? Just deciding to be a brat then?” He hits you with the pillow again right before you finally have a grasp on it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You laugh. “You know I’m just kidding.”

Johnny concedes, letting out a playful huff. “Didn’t think it’d be this hard to get a virgin to agree to have sex with me.” He grins, helping you sort out your messy hair that he caused.

After moving strands of hair away from your face, he places his warm palm against your cheek.

“What do you think?” Johnny asks. “Wanna lose your virginity to your best friend? Platonically, of course.” He flashes you a grin.

You nod your head in agreement. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

── SATURDAY, 9:43 PM

“You didn’t have to take me to dinner before taking my virginity, you know that right?” You jokingly comment as you push your house key into the lock of your front door.

“See, when you put it that way I had to take you to dinner.” He chuckles, shutting the door behind him when you both enter your apartment. “It sounds bad if I just took your virginity, right?”

“No one would’ve known,” you giggle.

“Yeah, but I would’ve and that doesn’t sit right with me.” Johnny takes your jacket when you strip it off, hanging it on the coat rack with his. “Contrary to your belief, I am capable of treating women well.”

“So you take every hookup to a fancy dinner before fucking them?”

“Well no,” he pauses. “But that’s not what hookups expect and before you say it, I’ve already told you this isn't a hookup.”

“What would you call it?”

“Being a good friend.” He flashes you a wicked grin before he cups your cheeks with his hands, tilting your head up to look at him. “I know you’re nervous, but I promise I’ll take care of you.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Yes. You’re talking a lot,” he giggles. “You’re also being a little brat, again.” He scrunches his nose before a smile appears.

“Sorry,” you sigh in defeat, slowly pulling his hands down from your cheeks. “I don’t know how to go about this.”

“Let’s start off by going to your room and we’ll see where to go from there.” He gently grabs your hand before leading you to your bedroom.

You both climb onto your bed with your backs against the headboard. Your heart thumps against your chest and you’re fully convinced Johnny could hear it. Biting down on your bottom lip, your mind races at the thought of having sex with your best friend — seeing each other completely naked for the first time, questioning if it’ll ruin the friendship, the idea that he’s probably going to have the worst time because of your lack of experience.

You’re suddenly pulled out of your frantic thoughts when Johnny gently takes a hold of your chin and turns your head towards him with his lips centimeters away from yours.

“You’re overthinking,” he whispers before placing a soft kiss against your lips.

You slowly move your lips with his, feeling his large hand glide up your thigh and under the short wine colored silk dress you wore to dinner. Shifting your body, a tiny hum is heard from Johnny before he deepens the kiss further. Parting his lips slightly, you take the opportunity to run your tongue over his bottom lip before he slowly pulls away.

Johnny gently tugs on your arm, pulling you onto his lap. Your short dress rides up your thighs as you place a knee on either side of him.

A large hand grips the back of your neck, pulling your lips back onto his, while the other safely rests on your hip, unmoved. Your hand presses against his clothed chest, feeling the buttons of his long sleeved dress shirt press against the palm of your hand.

Your heart races as his lips move with yours. Electricity runs through your veins and your face flushes with heat. Your fingers slowly undo the buttons of his shirt and with his lack of objection, you remind yourself that he’s okay with it.

His hand moves from your hip to the small of your back, pulling your body closer into his. Gently running over your tongue with his, his grip on the back of your neck tightens slightly, needing to keep you in place.

When you reach the last button, your cold hands rest against his toned stomach and send shivers down his spine. You gently remove his grasp on your neck before pushing the fabric down his shoulders. It’s not too long until the white fabric meets your bedroom floor. Your hands cup his cheeks, pulling him closer.

His hands meet your waist, using them to push your dress up your body. Pulling back, you raise your arms to let Johnny pull it over your head and let the silk fabric slip onto the floor and on top of his shirt.

You gently push your palm against his chest, forcing him to rest against the pillows behind him. Placing a kiss on his cheek, you trail your lips down his jaw, then give him another kiss on his neck. His hand rests on the back of your head, softly pushing you into the crook of his neck and silently urging you to leave your mark on his body. Your lips part, taking his tender skin between your lips and sucking on it — hard. You feel his chest move up and down beneath your breasts.

Breathless moans part his lips, feeling his calloused hands rub over your back. Pulling away, you admire the red mark that contrasts his pale skin. You continue to trail kisses down Johnny’s chest until you reach the waistband of his pants, undoing his belt and button that’s holding his pants together. Johnny lifts his hips and you tug on the material, removing it from his body.

His erection springs up. You position yourself so Johnny’s leg rests between your thighs. When you pause, he senses your hesitation and lifts your chin to look at him.

“I don’t know how to do this,” you embarrassingly admit.

Johnny gives you a small laugh and a kind smile. “As long as you don’t bite it off, anything you do is fine.” He uses the pad of his thumb to run over your bottom lip. “It’s just licking and sucking, like a popsicle. Can’t promise it’ll taste like one, though.”

You smile at his attempt to ease your mind. Carefully taking a hold of his shaft, you roll your tongue over his leaking tip before wrapping your lips around it. You sink his shaft into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head up and down.

“There you go, just like that.” Johnny whispers, throwing his head back against your headboard from the warmth of your mouth and letting out a groan.

You feel his cock harden even more as you bob your head, allowing your saliva to coat his member fully before slicking your hand up and down simultaneously with your mouth.

“Fuck,” Johnny mutters breathlessly. His brows knit together and his jaw slacks open, speechless at the sight and feeling of your lips wrapped around him.

You flatten your tongue against his length, licking a strip from the base of his cock to his tip before engulfing him fully into your mouth and allowing his tip to hit your throat. You gag around his cock and the tears brimming your waterline blurs your line of vision. You pull away, catching your breath as you slick your wrist up and down his shaft.

Johnny’s hand grip the sheets under him, biting down on his bottom lip before a shaky moan escapes from between his lips. His chest moves up and down, a slight red tint slowly painting over his chest. He sits up, shifting his weight onto the palm of his hand while the other tilts your head up to look at him before his grasp on your chin pulls your lips to his.

“Was that okay?” You shyly ask as you break the kiss.

“More than okay,” he chuckles.

You weren’t fully convinced of his words, but don’t have time to dwell on it when Johnny kisses you again. He slowly leans back, having you following him without breaking the kiss. When you straddle his lap again, you feel his hard member press against your covered slit. Your mind runs wild with sinful thoughts of him being inside of you.

In one quick and swift movement, Johnny is hovering over you with his knee separating your thighs. You can’t help but giggle at how smooth he is with his moves.

“Something funny?” He smiles, moving a strand of hair away from your eye.

You shake your head. “For what it’s worth,” you let out, your eyes softening at his gaze and lifting your hand to stroke his cheek. “I’m glad I’m losing my virginity to you.” You pull him down to your lips, giving him an endearing kiss.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he whispers in the space between your lips. His hands glide up your waist and to your breasts, pushing them together before his tongue laps over your perky nipples and kissing your supple skin.

Johnny pecks kisses down your sternum and abdomen before stopping at the waistband of your underwear. He looks up at you. “May I?” He grins, fingers hooked onto the waistband, ready to remove them.

You nod, lifting your hips to allow him room to pull it down your thighs and legs before haphazardly throwing it behind him.

Johnny widens your spread legs, using his long, slender fingers to stroke your excited slit. Collecting your arousal against his fingers, he parts your puffy lips before using the tip of his tongue to circle around your clit.

A soft moan leaves your lips as Johnny continues to circle and lap his tongue over your clit. His large hand massages your breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingers causing a sensation of bliss course through your body.

“You taste so fucking good,” Johnny mutters against your folds.

Your fingers gather a fist full of his hair, keeping him close. You hear Johnny groan as you tug on it, the pads of his fingers digging into your skin.

As his tongue skillfully moves against your pussy, your moans grow louder. A fire in the pit of your stomach ignites and tingles course through your veins. A familiar feeling creeps up and you close your eyes, focusing on the way Johnny sucks on your clit.

You bite down on your bottom lip and your climax hits you, hard, causing you to cry out Johnny’s name while he pins your lower body down to stop you from squirming away from him. You push his head back and see a mischievous smirk pull from the corner of his mouth.

As you pull yourself up to look at him, you see him use the back of his hand to wipe your slick from his chin. Your hands press against his cheeks, roughly pulling him to your lips, causing him to giggle. Your lips move urgently before lowering yourself onto your back and having Johnny follow you.

His long, slender fingers circle your sensitive clit and your body shudders under his touch. He eases off on the pressure, lightly rubbing your nub at a steady pace as he swallows the moans you let out against his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he softly and breathlessly lets out, groaning as your lips begin attacking his neck with open mouth kisses before giving him a gentle bite. “Your lips on my neck,” his voice hitches. “Are driving me crazy.”

You smile as you hear his composure slowly crumble. Continuing your movements, you feel pleasure building up in the area he’s circling.

His precise and calculated movements fill your mind with haze, halting your kisses to breathe against his skin and focus on the pleasure.

“I’m close,” you whimper, attempting to continue your movements only to stop a few seconds later, muffling your sounds in the crook of his neck. “I’m cum-“ you softly cry out before you’re cut off by a gasp that desperately part your lips.

He watches as your thighs begin to tremble and involuntarily closing in an attempt to stop his movements.

“Keep them open,” he orders, voice low and dominant.

You comply, opening up once more before gripping his wrist to slow his movements. “T-too much,” you whine.

His movements come to a stop, crashing his lips into yours. “Wanna stop here?” He sharply inhales before pulling away from your lips. “We can do something else if you change your mind.”

You shake your head, catching your breath. “At this rate, if I don’t lose it now, I’m dying a virgin.” Your dramatic statement causes your best friend to chuckle.

“Last chance to be able to join a nunnery.” Johnny whispers, teasingly.

You giggle at his words. “Shut up.” You smash your lips onto his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your fingers stroking the back of his head.

He breaks your kiss before making his way over to grab his pants you tossed to the side. He fishes for the pack of condoms in the back pocket of his pants. A frantic look washes over him when he isn’t able to find it.

“Shit,” he groans in frustration. “I think I left the condoms in my car.”

You both glance over to your bedroom window, watching big raindrops roll down the glass.

“You said you've been tested and that you’re clean, right?” You ask, looking up at him.

He nods before catching on.

“There's no way you wanna do it raw.” He shakes his head. “I’ll just run downstairs and grab it.”

“It’s downpouring,” you frown. “I’m okay with it, really. I’m on birth control.”

“You are?” He looks at you, shocked.

“Yeah,” you bashfully smile. “Since graduation.”

“You’ve never told me that,” he chuckles, closing the distance between you two.

“Was I supposed to?” You looked at him amused. “Would it have made you ask to take my virginity sooner if I had told you?” You look up at him, innocently, batting your eyelashes at him.

“There you go again with your sassy remarks. Always hurting my ego with your words.” He smirks.

“You love me.” You grin, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “Why else would you put up with it?”

All he does is give you a smile before bending down to kiss you. He quickly positions his hips between your thighs.

Adjusting your body, you watch as he slicks the tip of his cock over your slit, allowing his pre-cum to mix with your wetness. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” He instructs, lifting your chin so you’re looking directly into his eyes.

You nod in response.

He slowly pushes into you until his tip disappears inside of you. Johnny continues to slowly sink deeper, with short strokes pumping into you, until he’s fully hidden in your cunt. He freezes for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size.

The sting you feel makes you flinch when he thrusts into you for the first time and you let out a small whimper. Your nails dig into Johnny’s forearms before he circles your clit with his thumb, helping you relax.

“Is this okay?” He checks in and you nod, biting down on your bottom lip. He leans forward, giving you a soft, warm kiss. He moves as if he’s afraid he’s going to break you as his cock splits you open.

Discomfort slowly turns into pleasure and your mind focuses on how full you feel with Johnny inside of you.

“Faster,” you softly beg.

Following your command, his hips pick up its pace. Your cheeks burn with heat as Johnny’s thumb continues to rub circles onto your swollen clit. The lewd noises fill the room as your soaking cunt collides with the base of Johnny’s cock.

“Harder,” you instruct again as your hands grip onto his waist.

“You sure?” He questions. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you reassure, rubbing your thumbs over his bare skin. “I’ll be okay.”

He nods and bucks his hips into your needy cunt. Your jaw drops when you feel how deep he is inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix with every harsh thrust.

Your skin slaps against his, adding to the lewd sounds you’re both making from pleasure. Your heart races and you feel yourself inching closer to another climax as Johnny’s cock hits your g-spot inside of you when you tilt your hips up for him.

“God, you’re so pretty,” he softly chuckles as he looks down at you and a warm feeling runs under your skin. “So fucking pretty.”

You giggle at his words, covering your face in embarrassment.

“No, don’t hide, baby.” He softly coos. “I wanna see you.” He interlocks his fingers with yours, pinning your hands into the mattress.

You wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close causing him to deeply groan at your movements.

His hips snap into you harder, causing you to jerk up your mattress. He releases your hands from his grip and buries his head into the crook of your neck.

Your moans fill his ears as he continues to thrust into you. When you feel your skin begin to tingle, you drag your nails against Johnny’s back, leaving red lines behind before sinking your nails into his body, too distracted by the pleasure he’s giving you.

He feels your walls pulse against him and his deep, throaty groan is muffled against your skin.

You choke out a warning before the tension in your stomach snaps. You feel your body tense up as you allow complete bliss to wash over you.

Johnny takes it upon himself to help you through it, maintaining his pace as your warm and wet walls tighten against his shaft before relaxing. Your body goes limp as you bask in the pleasure.

“Are you okay?” He checks in, peppering soft kisses against your cheeks and halting his movements.

You bashfully nod, eyes glazed over and a tiny giggle leaves your lips. “I’m sorry if I scratched your back a little too hard,” you say, lightly rubbing your palms against his bare skin.

Johnny chuckles, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, it was pretty hot,” he smirks. “Hearing you moaning was hot too.”

You let out a tired laugh, lifting your head to capture his lips with yours.

Johnny thrusts into you again, making you gasp at his actions. He smirks against your lips, enjoying your reaction.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and place open mouth kisses against his neck.

Johnny sharply inhales and a shaky moan parts his lips. “Keep doing that,” he encourages. “Mark me up. Show everyone I’m yours.”

His words ignite a fire in your stomach, turning you on. You fully comply with what he says, sucking on his skin and leaving red marks against his neck.

He penetrates deeper into you, clearly turned on with the way you glide your tongue against his neck. Grabbing your waist, he keeps you in place from squirming away from him as he pounds into you.

“Oh fuck,” he stammers. “I’m gonna c-“

He quickly pulls himself out of you, frantically stroking his shaft over your stomach and painting his cum over your soft skin.

You smile at the sight, touching the warm substance with your middle finger before using it to rub your swollen clit.

“Oh god,” he pants. “Are you using my cum as lube right now?” He gives you an amused chuckle and a lopsided grin.

You look at his erection in his hand. “You’re still hard?” You question in disbelief.

He looks down to where your gaze falls. “It happens when I’m really turned on.” His cheeks blush a pink hue.

Your brows shoot up in shock and you use the palm of our hand to slowly rub over his cock’s head. Looking up at him, you bite on your bottom lip.

“You’re gonna continue fucking me, right?” You ask, using your other hand to continue circling your clit with his cum.

“Yeah,” he breathlessly replies. “You want me to?” His jaw drops open, etching the sight of you into his mind.

You silently nod in reply.

“Turn over,” he growls. He moves away from you to give you space to change positions. “Get on all fours.”

You follow his instructions and feel him align with your entrance. Taking a hold on your waist, he slowly sinks into you. He watches as your dripping cunt swallows him fully and with ease. Your jaw drops, enjoying how he fills you up perfectly, like he was made for you.

His cock plunges into you with no remorse. The sound of smacking flesh bounces off your walls and his deep, low, and gravelly grunts accompany the way he’s pulling your cunt onto his shaft.

Your arms give in, making you collapse onto the pillows in front of you, muffling your sobs as his cock rams into you.

Johnny holds your hips up and your back arches to his liking. Your finger gathers more of his release from your stomach before sliding it up and down your slit.

“Keep going, please,” you beg, your voice muffled by your pillows.

“Only if you keep touching yourself like that,” he pants. “Make yourself cum on my cock, baby.”

He feels your walls tighten around his shaft and before you can warn him, your body trembles as you allow your orgasm to wash over you.

You attempt to shift your weight back onto your hands before settling on using your headboard to keep you up.

He places a hand over yours while his other hand grips your shoulder, simultaneously pulling you down his length when he thrusts into you, helping fuck you through your orgasm.

Your eyes involuntarily cross before rolling to the back of your head. Your mind goes fuzzy, too engrossed in your orgasm to notice how much of a mess you are. You’re sobbing Johnny’s name that’s mixed with your favorite curse words and sounds of moans that he absolutely loves to hear.

He pulls your back to his warm chest, holding you up with his strong arms. His hips recklessly pound up into you, leaving you cockdrunk and speechless.

“I’m gonna cum,” he gasps.

You push your ass into him while your hands grip onto his hips, keeping him from pulling out.

“If you don’t move,” he grunts. “I’m cumming inside you,” he warns, feeling your hips grind against him.

“Do it. Fill me up,” you giggle, feeling lightheaded and dizzy.

Your words are enough to push Johnny to the edge and he empties his entire load inside of you with a loud groan that he muffles against your shoulder.

His chest heaves against your back and you feel him pepper kisses against your neck, trailing them up and behind your ear. Lifting his hand, he gently takes a hold of your chin and turns your head to face him — placing tender kisses against your swollen lips.

“Are you okay?” He whispers. “It got a little rough towards the end there.”

“Mm,” you hum. “I might feel it tomorrow but I’ll be okay.”

You’re both pulled out of the intimate moment when a loud clap of thunder is heard.

Johnny slowly releases his hold on you and you carefully lift your body off him, feeling his creamy release leak out of you. You lay on your back, attempting to catch your breath.

Johnny places himself next to you, inviting you to rest your head on his chest. He wraps his arm around you — his fingers lightly tapping against your waist.

“Are you okay?” You ask, looking up at him.

“I’m perfectly fine,” he chuckles, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Are you cold?” He reaches over to grab your blanket, pulling it over your body and his.

You both sit there in silence, basking in his warmth. You nuzzle your face into his neck before whispering his name, catching his attention.

“Do you remember when we were younger,” you gulp. “There was this asshole kid who kept making fun of me during recess?” You say the kid’s name, causing Johnny to laugh.

“Yeah, I remember.” He shakes his head. “Why?”

“Have I ever told you that when you told him to stop, I developed this huge crush on you?” You bury your face further into his neck, embarrassed at your sudden confession.

“You did?” He asks, surprise dripping from his words.

“Is that weird?” You giggle, nervously biting down on your bottom lip. “If it is, it’s a total and complete lie, for sure. I never had a crush on you.” You reply sarcastically, having him pull you in tighter followed by a laugh that leaves his lips.

“Remember when my best friend took you to senior prom?” He asks, pushing his hair back by his roots only for it to fall into the same position.

You nod. “Yeah, how can I forget,” you chuckle. “He was my first kiss.”

“Yeah,” he playfully rolls his eyes. “Don’t remind me, he would not shut up about it and I was pissed.”

“Why?” You lift your head, leaning your body weight against your elbow.

“I had this plan to ask you.” He lifts his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. “When he asked you and you said yes, I felt my heart physically break.” He laughs to himself. “I liked you so much, then finding out my best friend beat me to it, the biggest betrayal I ever felt.”

“Well, if it means anything now,” you cup his cheek. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

He places a tender kiss on the palm of your hand.

“So,” you drawl. “When did you stop?”

“Stop what?”

“Liking me,” you giggle. “Romantically, I mean.”

He sits up, throwing his legs over the side of your bed — his back facing you. “Who says I stopped?” He softly laughs. You see him slightly turn his head to the side. Standing up and grabbing his underwear from your bedroom floor, clearly avoiding eye contact with you.

“Are you leaving?” You ask, watching his every move.

“No, unless you want me to?” He questions, turning to look at you.

You hear another clap of thunder and the sound of rain hits your glass window, harder.

“No,” you shake your head. “I want you to stay.” You pat the empty space next to you. “Plus, you promised me the boyfriend experience.”

He softly sighs, a smile pulling the corner of his mouth. He resumes his position next to you and you rest your head against his chest again.

“When did you stop liking me?” He softly questions and you hear his heartbeat accelerate, nervous to hear your response.

“I didn’t,” you whisper, looking up at him and scrunching your nose, knowing he loves when you do that.

Your response makes him lightly laugh, placing a hand on top of your head before stroking the back of your hair. “Yeah,” he sighs, pulling your body into his even more. “Tonight definitely was not platonic, huh?”

“Yeah, definitely not,” you grin. “At all.”

── BONUS SCENE: FRIDAY, 10:03 PM

“I’m gonna pay for tonight, I’ll meet you guys outside.” Johnny lets out, pulling his phone out and preparing his payment method.

You and your group of friends thank the hostess before walking out the front doors.

“We missed you last month,” your friend, Mei, smiles as she places a hand on your arm. “We were worried about you.”

“I’m fine,” you giggle. “Just wasn’t feeling well that night.”

“You seem better now,” Mark chimes in. “Happier, even.”

You smile and nod your head. “Yeah, I mean, I always look forward to seeing you guys, so…” you trail off, rubbing your arms with the palms of your hands as a gust of wind hits you.

“Do you need a ride home or is an Uber coming to get you?” Mei asks, throwing on her cardigan. “I can take you home.”

You shake your head. “My boyfriend is actually taking me home,” you softly let out, trying to ease your way into telling them you and Johnny are now a couple.

Your friends look at you in shock. “Boyfriend?!” They say in unison. Their overlapping voices cause you to laugh and you make out a few of their questions before shaking your head and shushing them.

“Boyfriend?” Mark laughs. “Why didn’t you tell us during dinner?”

“It didn’t really come up,” you shrug.

“Is he coming now?” Doyoung questions. “We’ll wait with you until he gets here.”

You check your phone, seeing a text from Johnny who lets you know that they’re taking a while to get the total amount for dinner.

“Yeah,” you nod. “He’ll be here in a bit.”

“Wait, how’d you meet?” Mei’s twin sister, Maya, asks you, running her fingers through her hair before crossing her arms across her chest, attempting to keep herself warm.

“I’ve known him for a long time now,” you smile, staying as vague as possible — a little shy to tell them who your boyfriend actually is.

“Does Johnny know?” Mark questions, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket. “Him being your best friend and all.”

“Yeah, he does.” You nod, watching Mark’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise — assuming he knows how much Johnny actually liked you.

“What’s his name?” Doyoung asks.

They all keep their eyes on the parking lot, waiting and searching for a car to pull up in front of you.

Before you could drop the surprise, Johnny joins the five of you. He gently wraps his jacket over your shoulders before you take a hold of his arm.

“Ready to go home?” He asks, unaware that you still have yet to tell them.

“Yeah,” you smile up at him. “But I haven’t-”

The four of them turn to look at you, eyeing the way you’re clinging onto Johnny’s arm.

“Wait,” Mei lets out, pointing at Johnny but looking at you. “You said your boyfriend is taking you h-”

“Surprise?” You grin, slightly tightening your grip on his arm.

Your friends’ jaws drop, overlapping their questions once more as Johnny throws an arm over your shoulders and pulls you into his side as if he’s protecting you from their rapid questions.

He takes the time to answer their questions as your body warms up from both excitement and nervousness. You suddenly feel tiny raindrops beginning to fall from above you.

“We better get going,” you warn everyone. “Don’t wanna get caught in the rain.”

Everyone agrees and says their goodbyes, congratulating you both on your new relationship.

The rain picks up and bigger, heavier raindrops begin to fall. Johnny lifts his jacket over the both of you and you both quickly make your way over to his car. You grab his keys from the pocket of his jeans, unlocking the passenger’s side door.

Johnny quickly appears in the driver’s seat, throwing his damp jacket in the backseat.

“That went well, huh?” He smiles, quickly turning on his car and the heater, knowing your hands are cold.

“Yeah,” you giggle. “Thank you for answering their questions, by the way. It was a little…”

“Overwhelming?” He grins, taking a hold of your hand and bringing it to his soft lips.

“Exactly,” you sigh. You quickly buckle yourself in and Johnny does the same. “You’re staying the night, right?”

“Of course.” He pets the back of your head before driving back to your place.

As you’re both laying in bed, you have a rerun of your favorite show playing in the background. Johnny draws circles against your back as you lay your head against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Johnny?” You sleepily call out.

He hums, pausing his movements.

“Do you think you could you read me to sleep?” You yawn. “I’ve been reading a chapter of that book every night before bed.” You point to the novel on your nightstand.

“Yeah, I definitely can.” He shuts off your tv and shifts in bed to grab the book. He opens the novel to the page you stuck your makeshift bookmark in as you make yourself comfortable.

He begins to read aloud and you focus on his voice. By the time he finishes reading the chapter, you’re fast asleep.

After carefully placing the book back on the nightstand, Johnny gently pulls your blanket up your body.

“Good night baby,” he softly whispers before placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Sweet dreams. I love you.”

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hopesangelsprite · 3 days ago

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Deep Blue Sea

Pairing: Siren!Illumi x Human!reader

Summary: Among the vastness of the seven seas, nothing has caught Illumi's eye until now.

Warnings: yandere content, mentions of death/drowning, human consumption, manipulation, kidnapping

Credit to @cokecolacokecola for the art <3

Viewer discretion is advised.

Siren!Illumi who steals you away after his pod wrecks your cruise ship and devours everyone on board. He'd intended to eat you as soon as you had fallen into the water, eyes empty as he continued his song, but decided against it after taking a closer look at you. You were a healthy-looking female, perfectly round and soft with attractive features. You'd make a better mate than you would a meal. So, he places you on a small, uninhabited island with enough life to sustain you but not provide you the resources to get away. Besides, he'd recapture you almost instantly in the event that you did.

Siren!Illumi who spends the next few nights convincing you that he's a real merman and that he'd found you floating on the wreckage of your ship miraculously spared from the fate your fellow passengers had met. He speaks softly, his language broken and accented as if your speech is unfamiliar to him when in reality, he's old enough to remember when it had first been heard on the seas. He gains your trust further by bringing you fish he's caught as well as some other trinkets from the sea floor far below. You accept them with thanks not realizing they're basically proposal gifts, a sign of reciprocated affection when taken from a giver, where he comes from.

Finally, he gives you a crown made of pearls, seashells, and coral bound together. You take it happily, not knowing you've basically sealed your fate. The next day he comes to visit he tells you he's spotted a rescue ship and that he's willing take you to it. You're unsure at first, scared that the sirens he's been lying warning you about will attack the both of you before you can get there. He promises to protect you, however, even going as far to brandish a large trident he's brought with him for the occasion. You agree after a moment of consideration gathering all your things in a makeshift rucksack before joining him in the water as he swims backward to give you room.

Siren!Illumi who reveals his true nature as soon as you're knee deep in the water, wrapping a webbed hand around your ankle and pulling you beneath the waves. As the haze of bubbles and sand clears, you're met with the massive, terrifying sight of him as he pulls you deeper into the sea. His eyes, darker than the depths he's pulling you into, stare up at you behind a curtain of inky black hair. His long, serpent like tail undulates in the water to propel you further away from shore.

As you whip around in a frantic attempt to free yourself from his steely grip, you see something swimming towards you that is far more horrific, however. A small group of sirens approaches you, clawed and webbed hands outstretched with unhinged jaws ready to snatch you away from him. Before they can, Illumi coils around and unhinges his own jaw to let out a series of sharp clicks. They retreat at the sight and sound of him almost instantly, and you begin wish they had taken and eaten you as your descent into the depths resumes. In a last-ditch effort to escape this wicked reality you've found yourself in and grant relief to your burning lungs, you inhale violently and start to drown.

Siren!Illumi who's attention is brought back to you, eyes no longer scanning his surroundings, when he sees the bubbles begin to rise from your throat. He doesn't stop though, doesn't try to rush you back up to the surface to save you. His expression only sours lightly, and he halts his descent to watch your life force float away with the last of your air bubbles. A low, annoyed chitter sounds from him as he continues swimming lower, only stopping once he's located a small cave opening among some large pillar like rocks. He navigates deeper until reaches a smaller opening leading to a chamber with an air pocket. He pushes your body in first, pulling himself inside the bioluminescently lit space with his upper body.

Siren!Illumi who clicks disappointedly at your state begins rummaging through the rucksack clenched within your fist. He finds the crown he'd gifted you, carefully placing atop your head before beginning to remove your soaked and tattered clothes.

After all, he wants you to be comfortable when you awake a siren a few days from then.

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hopesangelsprite · 5 days ago

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୨୧ You tried to sneak out after a one-night stand. Gojo wakes up — calm, shirtless, and not okay with being left behind. What follows is possessive touches, quiet threats, and a reminder of who you belong to.

I wanted to write something that felt like a slow unravel — soft words, sharp intentions, and Gojo being terrifyingly calm in the way only he can be. just a lil treat for the yandere girlies ♡ hope it ruins you in the best way. mlist

gojo satoru x reader

minors do not interact. this piece is intended for 18+ audiences.

The floor was cold beneath your bare feet as you tiptoed across the suite.

Gojo’s apartment was too clean — pristine white walls, muted city lights pouring through wide windows, and expensive silence that made your breath feel too loud. Your dress from the night before was clutched in one hand, wrinkled and still smelling faintly like sweat and cologne. You hadn’t even put your shoes back on yet.

He was still in bed, you were sure of it. He’d been wrapped in those dark gray sheets when you slid out, dead silent. You hadn’t dared to glance back.

Until now.

“Y’know,” a voice drawled behind you — slow, amused, terrifyingly awake. “If you really wanted to leave quietly, you probably shouldn’t have stolen my shirt.”

You froze mid-step, breath caught like prey in a trap.

He was sitting up now. Hair messier than before. One long arm braced behind him, the other pushing the sheets off his bare torso. His blindfold was gone, tossed somewhere on the nightstand, and his icy blue eyes caught the dim light like sharpened crystal.

You swallowed.

“It was cold,” you offered, lamely.

“Oh, totally,” he said, voice light and sarcastic. “That’s why you’re sneaking out like you killed somebody.”

You turned slowly. “I didn’t think you'd care—”

Gojo laughed. Not loud — just sharp, like a knife sliding across glass.

“You didn’t think I’d care?” he repeated. “Sweetheart… I’ve had your name circling my brain since the second you touched me.”

He stood, bare feet whispering across the hardwood as he stalked toward you — tall, loose-limbed, terrifyingly calm.

You backed up.

Bad idea.

He moved faster, one hand pressing against the wall just beside your head, caging you without even touching you.

“That’s mine,” he said softly, flicking the hem of the shirt you were wearing. His shirt — white, oversized, the one that hung just a little too low on you and hit just high enough on your thighs to drive him insane.

“You mean the shirt?”

His head tilted. “I mean you.”

You went quiet, breath shaky. “We hooked up once.”

“So?” Gojo smiled, slow and bright — but his eyes didn’t match. They burned. “You don’t do that with someone like me and leave. That’s not how this works.”

You opened your mouth, maybe to argue. But the words died on your tongue the second his fingers hooked under the shirt’s hem and pushed up — slow, deliberate, warm palms skating along the skin of your thighs.

“W-Wait—” You shifted, but he just stepped closer, pressing the full heat of his body into yours.

“Don’t run,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear now. “You’ll only make me chase you. And you won’t like how that ends.”

Your breath hitched. His fingers kept moving — slipping higher, thumbs brushing over the crease of your hips, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

“I liked seeing you in my shirt,” he said softly. “But I like you better out of it.”

You shivered.

Then he tugged — not gently. The shirt lifted over your head, arms caught for a moment before he pulled it free and tossed it aside. You were bare beneath, breathless and pressed against the wall like you didn’t know what to say.

“Pretty little thing,” Gojo murmured, fingers trailing over your bare stomach. “You really thought you could disappear from me? After the way you moaned my name last night?”

You blushed — visibly. It made his eyes darken.

He kissed you. Rough, breath-stealing, like he was trying to taste every sound you’d ever made. You clutched at his shoulders — and it hit you all over again just how strong he was. How fast he could crush you. But he didn’t.

Not yet.

“Bed,” he said. “Now.”

He didn’t yell — didn’t need to. You obeyed without thinking, legs shaky as you moved. He followed like a storm.

The sheets were still warm when he pushed you down, straddling you easily. His hands roamed — over your breasts, down your sides, fingers memorizing every inch like he’d been given a test on it.

“You looked so cute sneaking out,” he murmured, lips grazing your skin as he moved lower. “But you’re not going anywhere now. You hear me?”

You nodded — breathless, wrecked, unsure if it was fear or desire curling low in your stomach.

Maybe both.

He kissed the inside of your thigh, slow and lingering, before glancing up with those impossible blue eyes.

“I’m gonna remind you exactly who you belong to.”

And when he finally lowered his mouth to you — all heat, tongue, and expert cruelty — you forgot your own name.

But you remembered his.

Over and over and over again.

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hopesangelsprite · 5 days ago

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MDNI 18+

gojo satoru almost never removes his blindfold.

not during missions, not to sleep. not even when you’re beneath him like this, panting into his mouth. he usually keeps it on—spares him the headache. you’ve never minded, though. his presence alone compensates for what he keeps hidden.

but tonight, something makes him pause mid-thrust.

he stills, breath shallow. two fingers hook beneath the edge of the fabric. with one slow pull, he slides it down. it hangs around his neck now. what’s revealed steals away your breath.

his eyes are otherworldly.

not just electric—opalescent, almost volatile in their beauty. platinum bled to cobalt, cold fire beneath a lattice of lashes so pale and translucent they catch light like spun sugar, long enough to kiss his cheekbones when he blinks. too beautiful to be real. too unreal not to be divine.

you reach up, brushing a lock of silver hair from his damp forehead, fingers grazing the corner of one crystalline eye. his lashes flutter—languid, indulgent, unbearably fond.

“you like?” his grin tilts crooked. boyish and smug. words simply fail you, so you nod. the motion cause you to tighten around him. he exhales sharply, nearly chokes on a groan.

“careful,” gojo mutters, sinking deeper into you. “you keep lookin’ at me like that, i’ll embarrass myself.”

your legs cinch around his waist, and the next breath he lets out is shaky. there’s colour high on his cheeks now—pink cresting beneath damp silver hair, reaching the delicate points of his ears. his gaze lingers on your face, then dips to the bounce of your breasts as he thrusts again.

“told you i was pretty.”

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hopesangelsprite · 6 days ago

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❤︎⠀ 𝖙ags 𓈒⠀ ⠀꣹ ⠀ Tengen Uzui x F! reader, afab virgin reader, porn with some plot, dom!Tengen Uzui, innocence kink, praise kink, slight degradation, first time, virginity loss, possessive behavior, slight breeding kink, creampie, reader has never been kissed (until now), PIV, sex with a stranger, Tengen is kind of obsessed, some angst?? (reader has a short fight with her mom), loots of pet names, kind of corruption kink and size kink.

࣪ ⠀太⠀𝖘ummary⠀ 💬🌸⠀⠀ ׅ You were just supposed to deliver a message. Just one errand, your first time alone in the Red Light District. But when the chaos swallows you, a stranger catches you in the dark. He’s gorgeous. Gentle. Dangerous. And three days later, he’s at your window, saying he couldn’t forget you.

ノ BBs ⬞ ׄ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ♰ first fic of the blog, yay !!! this was more self indulging, my tengen obsession has been off the charts recently. its around 5.5K words, so not so long but not so short. some grammar mistakes might have been made, pls ignore those (ToT) remember, all characters in this are 18+ years old !! enjoyyy

The air was thick with perfume and the low hum of shamisen strings. Laughter echoed from behind veils, and the scent of incense curled around your nose like a teasing whisper. You didn’t belong here.

Your sandals clicked awkwardly on the cobblestone, not nearly loud enough to match the confidence the beautiful women around you wore like silk. You kept your head low, clutching the small slip of paper your mother had pressed into your hand just before you left. She’d told you to go to House of Plum Silk, a clean, respectable home for girls who worked only with referrals. You weren’t supposed to talk to anyone else. Just get in, speak to the mistress, and return home.

Easy.

Except now, thirty minutes later, the paper was creased in your sweaty fist, and you were completely, utterly lost. Your mother had never let you out this late before. Hell, she barely let you speak to strange men in broad daylight. But with her bad leg acting up and none of the usual girls available, she’d said it was time you learned how things worked around here. “Just once,” she’d said, eyes soft but tired. “You’re not a child anymore.” Yet, you still felt like one.

People brushed past you like waves, ignoring your soft voice when you tried to ask for directions. The lanterns overhead blurred in your vision, and everything was too bright, too loud, too fast. You wanted to cry.

You ducked down the first quiet alley you could find and pressed your back to the cool brick wall, trying to steady your breathing. You closed your eyes. Then you heard the sound of footsteps. It startled you a bit. You opened your eyes to see a tall figure stepping into the mouth of the alley, his silhouette framed in the flickering red glow of lanternlight.

He moved slowly, now you could see him better. Long white hair spilled over his shoulders, loose and glinting silver under the light. A dark robe hung open over his chest, the fabric swaying with every step.

He paused when he saw you. And then his head tilted slightly, gaze dropping to your clenched fists, your stiff shoulders, the way you looked like you were one wrong word away from breaking. “Well now,” he said, voice smooth and low, “you look like a little bird that flew into the wrong part of the forest.”

You didn’t speak. You didn’t move. You just stared.

He stepped closer, the sound of his sandals quiet against the stones. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna bite,” he said, that lazy, almost amused tone still coloring his words. “Unless you want me to.” That made your eyes widen.

He chuckled, stopping a few paces away, hands tucked casually into the folds of his robe. “Didn’t mean to scare you. You just looked like you needed a moment.”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, even though you weren’t.

“Sure you are,” he replied, not buying it for a second. “You lost?” You nodded before you could stop yourself. “I was supposed to find the House of Plum Silk.”

“That’s over on the other side,” he said, glancing back the way he came. “You’re walking in the wrong direction.” Of course you were. “I’ve never been out this late before,” you said, quieter now.

His eyes came back to you, a little softer. “First night out and they sent you in here?”

“My mother,” you said. “She couldn’t go. She thought it would be… safe.”

He smiled, but there was no humor in it. “Safe’s not really the mood this part of town goes for, sweetheart.” You weren’t sure why the nickname didn’t feel as dirty when he said it.

“You shouldn’t be alone out here,” he said after a moment. “Not dressed like that. Not looking like you do.” You blinked, heart skipping. “Like what?”

“Like someone who hasn’t figured out yet how dangerous the world really is.” You stared at him, unsure what to say. He broke the silence with a quiet breath. “Do you want me to walk you there?” Your mouth opened, but the words tangled in your throat. You should say no. You didn’t know him. He could be anyone. But you were lost. And he wasn’t pushing. Just standing there. It was your choice to make.

“I… I guess,” you said finally. He smiled again, softer this time. “That’s more like it.”

You weren’t sure what steadied you more, his voice or the way he offered his arm like you belonged holding on to it. The streets still hummed with drunken footsteps and laughter. “What's your name?” he asked after a moment, not looking at you, but watching the path ahead. You hesitated, but told him your name

He repeats it like an echo, like he was memorizing it. “Fitting. Soft and... Pretty.” You looked down, heat blooming across your chest. “And you?” He grinned. “Not important.”

You frowned at that, eyes flicking up to him. “You’re walking me through one of the worst districts in the city, and I’m not allowed to know your name?”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, and there was something warm in it and unguarded. “It’s Tengen.”

“Tengen,” you repeated, and the name curled against your tongue and it felt dangerous. He went quiet.

“You’re not from around here,” he said eventually.

“No. My mother runs a small house. Crimson Veil. It’s... nothing like the Plum Silk. I’ve never even stepped outside after sundown before tonight.” You sighed. “She has a bad leg, so she sent me to speak with Lady Kaoru.”

“To ask if any girls wanted to transfer?” he guessed, glancing sideways. You nodded. “Some of them leave behind debts or violence. My mother tries to give them a place to stay. Something quieter.”

Tengen’s voice was quieter now. “That's kind of noble, for someone who looks like a cherry blossom blown off course.” You blinked. “That’s either the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me... or the weirdest.”

“Both,” he said with a wink.

You bit back a smile as The Plum Silk House appeared around the corner. It was tall, elegant, with fluttering silks in pale lavender and red. A girl swept the front steps. Two more leaned out the window, their eyes falling instantly on Tengen. Their mouths dropped open. “Sweet gods,” one murmured.

The doorman bowed low, already moving aside as you approached. Tengen didn’t follow you in. “I’ll wait out here,” he said, leaning against the wall with arms folded. “Unless you want an escort inside, too?”

“I think I can handle a ten-minute conversation,” you said, and you caught the small curl of amusement at the edge of his mouth as you slipped inside.

Lady Kaoru was older than you expected. Poised. She read your mother’s note slowly, lips pursing.

“We’ve had two girls ask to be released from their contracts,” she said at last. “If your mother’s willing to take them in, I’ll send word by next week. We don’t rush these things.”

You nodded quickly, nerves simmering in your belly. “She’s just trying to help them.” The woman gave a small nod, and her voice softened. “So are you, then. I hope you know it counts.”

When you returned to the street, Tengen was still there, hands tucked into his robe sleeves, eyes following every figure that passed. “Did I miss anything scandalous?” he asked. “Just some paperwork and a few glares,” you smiled. He raised a brow. “I’m surprised they didn’t try to keep you.”

“They probably would’ve if you hadn’t been waiting out here like some kind of guard dog.” He chuckled. “That means I did my job right.”

The way back to The Crimson Veil House was quieter. You found yourself glancing at him when he wasn’t looking. Wondering about the strength in his arms, the way his robe slid off his shoulder. He truly looked magical.

He asked you about your house. Your mother. If you’d ever considered leaving the district altogether. And you’d surprised yourself with the answer. “No. I don’t want to run, even if my mother can be harsh... I want to change something. Even if it’s small.” He looked down at you. He was already falling in way too deep.

When you turned the corner onto your street, you heard the sharp whispers. Girls in the windows stared. One of them actually dropped her pipe. Your mother was already waiting outside The Crimson Veil’s doorway. She must’ve seen you from the window, or must've heard the loud giggles of the other girls when they saw Tengen.

Her face was syrupy sweet as she stepped forward. “Oh, thank you, sir. For bringing her all this way. Such a lovely robe! You must be very important.”

Tengen only gave a small smile. “Just happened to be in the right place.” He turned to you, and his voice dropped. “If I don’t see you again… try not to get lost in alleys, little flower.” You nodded, lips pressed tight. “Thank you, Tengen.”

And then he was gone. Just like that. The moment his back turned, your mother grabbed your arm and hauled you inside. The door slammed. “What the hell were you thinking?” she hissed. “Do you even understand how stupid you looked? Wandering back here with some strange man, holding him like you're his concubine?” You froze, her words hitting fast.

“I gave you one job. One! I trusted you, and you come back parading around like some moon-eyed fool? Gods, are you that incompetent? You looked pathetic.”

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t speak.” Her voice cracked. She looked at you like you’d broken something she couldn’t afford to lose. “I should’ve never let you out that door.”

After that your room had turned into a cage. A tiny square of wooden floor and paper walls where the hours bled into each other like spilled ink. Your mother had locked the door the moment Tengen’s silhouette disappeared around the corner, and you hadn’t seen the street since.

She didn’t speak to you.

She only slid in trays of food twice a day, always in silence. When she allowed you out to wash, it was only when no one else was around, and always under her eyes. Like she expected you to vanish again. Like she didn’t trust you to walk ten feet without dragging shame behind you.

And in the space she gave you... you thought about him. Tengen.

His name came to you in moments you didn’t expect. While brushing your hair. While watching steam rise from a bowl of miso. The memory of his voice bloomed in your mind when everything else was still. His low laugh. The way he said your name like it tasted good. Your belly bloomed with roses.

You’d only just met.

But you couldn’t stop remembering. You weren’t sure what you were hoping for.

On the third night, when your mother’s footsteps had long faded, and the whole house was asleep, you heard something soft tap against the window. Like an angel's answer to all of your prayers.

Once.

Then twice.

And your heart stopped.

You sat up slowly. The light was faint, just a slice of moonlight spilling across the floor. But you saw him. Tall. Unmistakable. Tengen stood outside your window like he had materialized from a dream you’d been too afraid to finish.

You scrambled quietly across the floor and pushed the panel open. The cool air hit your face just as his scent did, smoke and sandalwood and something sweet underneath. His voice was low, cautious.

“Did I wake you, sweet thing?” Your breath caught. “No. I—I wasn’t sleeping.” He smiled then, softly, and something in your chest gave way. He looked exactly as you remembered, his skin still kissed with that warm nighttime glow. Only now, the look in his eyes was different. Hungry. And maybe relieved.

“I came the night after I left you,” he murmured, fingers resting lightly on the window frame. “But the lights were out. I waited. Thought I might’ve dreamed you.”

You swallowed thickly, still half-convinced this was the dream. “You… came back?” He nodded. “Every night. I thought you’d disappeared. You alright?”

“I—” You hesitated. “My mother locked me in. She was furious. I didn’t even do anything wrong.” Tengen exhaled, slow and sharp. “She doesn’t seem the type to see reason.” You laugh bitterly. “She thought I was irresponsible. Letting a stranger walk me home.” You looked down. “She called me stupid.”

Tengen didn’t speak for a second. “You’re not stupid. You’re brave. You were out there all alone, for the first time. You made it home. You found me.” You blinked at him. “But I didn’t even know who you were…”

He leaned in slightly, resting his forearms on the windowsill. His voice dropped lower. “Does that matter?” You shook your head, dizzy. “No. I just… I didn’t expect to miss you so much.”

His smile widened. It was wolfish, but warm. “That makes two of us.” Your breath stuttered. “Can I come in?” A second passed. Then you stepped back and nodded. The window slid open the rest of the way, and Tengen climbed in. He stood fully in your room now. He was too large, too striking for such a small space. You could see him clearly now in the pale moonlight. He looked exhausted. Tense.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he said, laughing. “But gods, I couldn’t stay away.”

You sat on your knees besides your mattress, watching him. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I thought it would go away.” His eyes darkened as they look down on you. “But then three nights passed, and all I could do was think about you.”

You swallowed, heart thudding like a festival drum in your chest. “You… thought about me?” You ask breathless as he kneels in front of you.

“Too much,” he admitted. “Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t focus. I’d close my eyes and see your face, hear your voice. You drove me crazy, you know that?”

The room felt too warm suddenly, like all the air was wrapping tight around your neck.

You looked down, cheeks burning. He was too much. Too close. Way too real. Tengen moved closer, gaze never leaving yours. “Tell me something.”

You glanced up.

“Have you… ever been with someone before?”

Your mouth opened, then closed again. “I—I haven’t…” He tilted his head, watching you carefully.

“I mean, when I was twelve, I kissed a boy,” you said quickly, almost embarrassed. “On the cheek. At his birthday party.” There was a bit of silence.

“That’s it?”

You nodded, still unable to look at him. He let out a breathy chuckle, moving in until your back nearly brushed the wall your mattress was next to

“Damn,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “That makes this even worse.”

“What does?” Oh, you poor thing.

“That I’ve been fantasizing about you for three days straight,” he said, voice low, “knowing how soft you are. How untouched.”

Your heart started dancing in your chest.

“I don’t want to scare you,” he added. “But I need you to understand how badly I wanted to see you again.”

“I do,” you said quietly. “I’ve been thinking about you too.”

That got his attention

“How?” he asked, coming closer. “What exactly did you think about, little flower?” Your face flamed, but you didn’t lie. “Your hands… the way you talked to me. How you looked that night.”

He hummed low in his throat and reached out to cup your cheek with one large, calloused hand. “You have no idea what that does to me.” Your breath caught as he leaned in, mouth brushing your temple, voice like silk.

“I’ll be gentle,” he murmured. “Unless you ask me not to be.”

“Tengen…” Your voice cracked on his name, like your body already knew what was coming and didn’t know how to hold it. He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “Tell me no, and I’ll leave through that window right now. I mean it. I won’t touch a single strand of your pretty hair unless you want me to.”

You didn’t doubt him for a second. He was dangerous, sure, untamed in a way you’d never touched, but there was something unmistakably careful in the way he watched you.

“I don’t want you to go,” you said softly. He gave a breath of relief, almost like it surprised him. “Say that again.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

A flicker of something wild crossed his face. His hand slid down from your cheek, to your neck holding it there for a bit, then lower, over the thin fabric of your robe, until it settled at the curve of your waist.

“Fuck,” he whispered. You gasped as he pulled you in, and he laughed under his breath. “Don’t be scared, my little porcelain doll. I’ll go slow. I’ll let you feel everything.”

Your breath hitched as his hands found your hips, and he leaned in to kiss you, soft at first, the press of his lips warm and coaxing, giving you time to pull away if you needed to. But you didn’t. You melted into it. Into him.

His mouth deepened against yours with a low groan, like the taste of you wasn’t enough. His tongue stroked yours and you whimpered, hands clutching at his robe, pulling him closer without even realizing it.

He backed you toward the mattress slowly, one push at a time, until your calves hit the edge. “Lie back for me,” he murmured against your lips. “Let me see you.”

You did, breathless, heart galloping in your chest.

Tengen stood over you for a long moment, eyes devouring every inch of you like you were a feast laid out for him alone. Then he undid the sash at his waist and let his robe fall, revealing smooth skin and hard muscle. Then something inhumanly beautiful beneath the soft light. He was huge in every way. He was the first man you had seen this way, and you would lie if the sheer size of him didn't scare you a bit.

Your mouth parted, but no sound came out. He was divine. All golden skin and sharp lines and heat, like a sun that had taken human shape. “You’re staring,” he said, smirking.

“You’re b-beautiful.” His smile turned crooked. “You’re not so bad yourself, sweetheart.” He climbed over you, arms caging you in, his long hair falling around both of you like a curtain. “Tell me if I go too fast.” You nodded, wide-eyed.

“And tell me everything you like,” he added. “I want to ruin you the right way.”

Then his mouth was back on yours, hot, eager, and full of promise. His hands moved over your body like he was memorizing it, thumb brushing your jaw, fingertips skimming down your collarbone, his mouth dragging down the slope of your neck in careful, worshipful passes.

You arched beneath him, shy and restless. “You’re trembling,” he murmured against your skin. You couldn’t speak, only nodded. His palm flattened over your ribs, just beneath your breast, the warmth of it sinking deep. “That’s okay,” he whispered. “You should be. This is new for you. Firsts are meant to be slow... meant to feel good.”

His lips grazed your throat. “Let me take my time with you.”

You swallowed thickly. “I—I want you to.” You were a bit embarrassed. What if your mother walked in right now? Maybe that's what it would take for her to stop treating you like a child.

His smirk curved against your skin. “Good girl.” That tightened something low in your belly, made you feel like the center of gravity had shifted to wherever his mouth touched. He eased your robe open carefully, like he was unwrapping a gift. His eyes darkened as they swept over the skin revealed.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmured and you were barely breathing. His mouth dipped to your chest, trailing kisses lower, over the rise of one breast, then the other, before he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, soft at first, then harder, more insistently. You gasped, hand flying to his shoulder, fingers curling into his skin.

You’d never felt anything like it. It wasn’t just the sensation, it was the way he moaned around you, the way his hand stroked down your side as if to soothe you and light you on fire at the same time. When he pulled back, his lips were slightly wet, pupils blown wide. “Still doing okay?” You nodded, dazed.

“I want to taste more of you,” he said, voice husky. “I want to know how you sound when you fall apart.” Your breath stuttered. “I’ve never…”

“I know,” he murmured, dragging his lips back up to your ear. “And I’m going to be your first everything. Your first real kiss. Your first time being touched. Your first time coming on someone’s fingers.”

You whimpered at that, thighs clenching. You felt all wet and needy. He chuckled low, a sound of pure pleasure. He loved seeing you this way. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?”

“…Yes,” you whispered.

One of his hands slid down your body, over the softness of your belly, to rest between your thighs. He paused. “I’m going to touch you here,” he said, his voice rough velvet. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

You nodded, eyes wide and lips puffy.

Tengen’s fingers slid slowly over the fabric between your legs, testing. Even through the thin barrier of your panties, he could feel the way your body responded. “Already so wet,” he murmured, “and I haven’t even really touched you yet. You little whore.” He laughs mean. You squirmed under his hand, thighs instinctively trying to close. He caught one with his knee and nudged them gently apart.

“Easy,” he whispered. “Let me in, pretty thing.”

His voice hit you low in your stomach. You exhaled shakily and let your legs fall open just enough. “Good girl.” Tengen eased your undergarments down slowly, kissing the inside of your knee, your thigh, the softness of your hip. His eyes never left your face.

“I’ll stop if you want. Just say the word.”

“I-I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered, voice trembling and a bit annoyed.

He smiled before dipping his head between your legs. The first touch of his mouth made your hips jump. His tongue was warm and soft, teasing over a part of you no one had ever touched before. His hands anchored your thighs, holding you steady as he explored you with slow licks.

You moaned softly, unsure and breathless. He didn’t rush. He took his time. Kissing and licking and sucking gently at your clit, like he was savoring the taste of you, like he has been starving for ages. One broad hand moved to your belly, grounding you, rubbing slow circles into your skin as his mouth worked lower.

Then his fingers joined in, one pressing carefully at your entrance, then slipping inside, just barely. You gasped, the new feeling overtaking you. “T-Tengen—”

“I’ve got you, little girl...” he said, voice low and soothing between kisses. “You’re so tight… just let me get her ready, yeah?” He grinned as he lapped at your pussy. You bit your lip and nodded, your whole body already strung tight.

He curled his thick finger gently, working you open as his mouth returned to that tender, aching spot above. Every movement of his tongue and finger was perfectly in sync. So slow, steady, and devastating. You’d never felt anything so intense in your life. Your breath came in ragged gasps, eyes fluttering shut, hands clutching at the bedding. What was this?

“That’s it, you're so good.” he murmured against you. “Let go, girl. Come for me.” Your body didn’t need more encouragement. The coil inside you snapped all at once, your back arched, thighs trembling, as a cry ripped from your throat and you shattered for the first time in your life.

Tengen kissed your cunt through it, never letting up until your body slowly stopped shaking. When he finally pulled away, his mouth was glistening, and his eyes were dark. You blinked at him, fuzzy and shy all over again. “I didn’t know it could feel like that…” He smirked, leaned in to kiss your jaw, your cheek, your temple. “There’s a lot you don't know and a lot I plan to teach you, my little porcelain doll."

He slowly pulls himself above you, thick arms framing your head. He looked down into your wide eyes, smiling. Gods, you are gorgeous. "I'm going to fuck you now. Just tell me and I will stop, alright?"

"A-alright..." This was it. was it a dream? Maybe. Even so, it felt very real. You felt intoxicated, drunk his everything.

He licks his lips before aligning hia thick cock with your dripping heat. You gasped softly as he pushed the head in, every inch hurting so good. His eyes locked onto yours, seeking any sign to slow down or stop. “Good girl, you're doing so good for me, little flower.” he whispered, his breath warm against your cheek. “Just like this, stay with me.”

His hands slid to your hips, steadying you as he shifted slightly, moving in a smooth, slow rhythm. Nothing rushed, everything measured. "Look how tight she's sucking me in." He laughs, biting at his lower lip.

Your heart pounded in your chest, every nerve alight with a mixture of fear and something stirring deep inside you, a delicious heat that spread with every motion. He kissed the corner of your mouth, brushing his lips lightly against your skin. “You’re doing great. So delicate.” You reached up, trembling, and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, silently begging him to stay. He was hitting so deep, each stroke aligning with that one spot.

“I want to come inside of youㅡ Fuck!" He began to move more confidently then, matching your growing rhythm as you learned to move with him. Your breaths came in short gasps, and soon you felt a tightening coil in your belly again. “Tㅡengen,” you whispered, choking on your own moans.“Yes?” he asked, steadying you with a hand on your breast. “I—I don’t know what to do.” He smiled gently, thumbs stroking your skin. “You don’t have to. Just let me take care of you." His voice was soft through his whimpers. He moved faster, guiding your hips to meet his, letting you feel him. He was so deep, you swear you could see it popping out from your tummy.

You looked so adorable like this under him, all teary eyed and blushed. It was torture. “You’re doing so well,” he moaned against your throat. “So good for me.” You clung to him, your body trembling with sensation you didn’t have a name for. His pace never faltered, he hit deep, and mean. He kissed your shoulder, then lower, lips lingering as his hands explored you.

“Tengen— Oh, Iㅡ” you whimpered again, unsure if it was a plea or gratitude. Maybe both. “I’ve got you,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to yours. “You feel unreal. So tight, so warm—like your cunt was made just for me.” Heat bloomed in your chest, your cheeks, your core. His words wrapped around you like silk, sinking in, making you feel more desired than you ever thought possible.

Your nails dug lightly into his back as he started moving deeper, each move pushing you higher and higher until your body began to tense around him without you meaning to.

“Tengen, I—something’s—”

“I know,” he said, voice thick now, “Let it happen, sweet thing. Come onㅡ”

You let go.

You didn't mean to. It just broke out of you, a moan torn from your throat as your body clenched around him. Your vision blurred, heart racing as wave after wave crashed over you. And through it all, he was there holding you, whispering into your hair, telling you how perfect you were, how beautiful you looked like this, under him, broken and in need.

He didn’t stop until your body went limp in his arms, chest heaving, limbs trembling. He pressed one last kiss to your lips, slow and reverent. “You did so good, little flower,” he murmured. “So, so good.”

You could barely speak, pussy still fluttering around him, sensitive and pliant. Your eyes were half-lidded, your lips parted as you tried to catch your breath.

His hand was still cupping your cheek. His jaw clenched. His breath hitched against your skin as he looked at you. “Fuck,” he muttered, voice raw now, almost broken. “You feel like heaven.” He pressed his forehead to your collarbone, arms tightening around you as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go. His control, always so pristine and polished, cracked at the edges now. He rutted into you, slower than before but deeper, needier, like he was unraveling with every inch.

��You have no idea,” he breathed, mouth brushing your skin, “what you’ve done to me.”

You whimpered, overwhelmed and overstimulated all over again as you felt him start to shake, every flex of his hips more desperate now, the sound of his breath heavier, rougher.

“I’ve touched so many in this life,” he gritted out, hands grasping at your thighs, spreading you wider for him, “but nothing—nothing has ever felt like this.” His pace stuttered. “You’re so tight,” he growled into your neck, voice wrecked, as he pulled your legs up on his shoulders as his pace hurried. “So warm, fuck— you're gonna ruin meㅡ” Pushing you down by your neck, he fucked deeper into you, holding your legs with one arm.

You felt the tension in his body coil tight, every muscle straining as he finally lost himself to the feeling of you. He slammed his hips into you once, twice, then buried himself deep, groaning from somewhere low in his chest, as he spilled everything inside you.

His body shuddered, mouth open, the sound of your name slipping from his lips like a prayer.

For a moment, everything went still.

And then he collapsed onto you, careful not to crush you. His hand curled into your hair, the other gripping your waist like he still couldn’t believe you were real. He didn’t dare pull out. His voice was quieter now.

“You’re still trembling,” he laughed, brushing his lips over your temple. “You okay, little flower?” You gave a tiny nod against him, though your eyes were unfocused, your breath still shallow. Dizzy, wrecked, and filled to the brim. You were barely holding on to the moment. Your fingers twitched against his back, trying to ground yourself. You’d never felt so full. So needed.

“That’s it,” he whispered, a soft hum following. “You took me so well. You were perfect. Sweet little thing... Just for me." His voice dipped into something darker. “Can’t stop thinking about how warm you are. How tight.” He paused, breath hot against your cheek. “Could keep you like this forever.” You whimpered softly, eyes fluttering closed again, overwhelmed by the way he said it. His hand smoothed down your side, fingers spreading possessively across your hip. His grip flexed.

“Bet you’d look even prettier,” he swallowed, “swollen with my baby.” Your breath caught, and he felt the way your body jolted at the words. He chuckled low, but there was something unsteady in it. “You would,” he continued, more to himself now. “Fuck. I know you would. Round belly, glowing, filled with me.”

He kissed your jaw, but his eyes drifted upward, toward the ceiling, like he needed to look away from the thoughts building behind his eyes.

It was too much.

The idea of it lodged somewhere deep inside him, clawing out from the dark. You, this soft, sweet girl, untouched by the worst of the world. Trusting him. Letting him in. Letting him ruin you.

He looked down at you again. Your lashes trembled against your cheeks, lips parted, body slack and used and so incredibly beautiful in the pale light filtering through your window. You looked like something out of a dream he wasn’t supposed to have. And yet, here you were. Wrapped around him. Letting him speak that filth into your ear, still letting him stay inside you.

He swallowed hard. “I’d keep you somewhere safe,” he whispered, brushing sweat-damp hair away from your forehead. “Not like this place. Somewhere better. You’d never have to work, never have to worry. Just stay in bed with me, lookin’ pretty. Letting me love you full...” You gave the faintest hum, a weak noise of agreement, or maybe just exhaustion.

And gods help him, he wanted it. Every inch of that fantasy. He wanted to bury himself in you again and again until you didn’t remember life before him. Until you needed him as much as he needed you right this moment.

How easy it would be to make you his. He exhaled slowly and pressed another kiss to your shoulder. For now, he’d let you rest. But the thoughts wouldn’t leave him. He’d never expected to find anything here. Not like this. Not someone like you.

And now that he had he didn’t think he could ever let you go.

` 𓎢𝄄ׅ𓎟ׄ⠀. ⠀𝖙hank you for reading ! ⠀♬⠀⠀ノ ⬞ ׄ ⠀ ⠀

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hopesangelsprite · 8 days ago

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ෆ You knew he was strong. You just hadn’t realized how devastatingly thorough he could be.

Toji had started the night slow—lazy kisses on the couch, hand on your thigh, voice a low rasp when he said, “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom, sweetheart?”

Now, you were pinned to the sheets, legs trembling around his head, your fingers twisted in the sheets while your other hand gripped his hair like a lifeline.

“Toji—Toji, I can’t—” you gasped, voice already wrecked, body slick with sweat.

“You can,” he growled against your inner thigh. “You’re still fuckin’ shaking, but your pussy’s clenching like she’s begging for it.”

His tongue dragged over you again, slow and thick and hungry, like he was savoring you more than anything he’d ever eaten. He held your thighs wide apart with just his hands, strong arms pinning you down when you tried—tried—to close your legs. He didn’t budge. Not even when your hips arched off the bed or when you whimpered, trying to scoot back.

“Where you goin’, baby?” he murmured darkly. “Thought you liked when I took care of you.”

“I do,” you breathed, tears stinging your lashes as his tongue flicked fast, fast, then deep again, lips sealing around your clit like a man starved. “I do, it’s just—it’s too much—!”

“Then why are you this wet, huh?” he said, pausing just long enough to look up at you—his chin soaked, his mouth shiny with your slick. “Why’s she so fucking pretty like this? Cryin’ all over my mouth and still beggin’ for more.”

“I’m not—” you gasped, but your words cracked in your throat the second he dove back in.

He flattened his tongue, dragged it up your folds, then circled your clit just enough to make your toes curl. He wrapped his lips around you again, sucking, licking, humming like he was enjoying it more than he should. Your body betrayed you—hips bucking into his face as another orgasm slammed into you, raw and sharp, making you cry out with a voice you didn’t recognize.

Your hand pushed at his forehead this time, trembling and weak. “T-Toji—s’too much, please—”

But he didn’t stop.

Didn’t even move.

“You think I’m done?” he said, voice muffled. “Nah, baby. You don’t tell me when to stop. I’ll stop when you’ve soaked my fuckin’ face.”

He licked you again, sloppier this time, faster, until you couldn’t hold your cries in. You were babbling now—nonsense, his name, pleads that sounded more like moans—and that only made him hungrier. One big hand came up to press against your lower belly, holding you down while his mouth ruined you again.

Your vision blurred. Your thighs shook. Your voice broke.

And all Toji did was growl, “Such a good fuckin’ girl. Givin’ me everything.”

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hopesangelsprite · 9 days ago

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hopesangelsprite · 11 days ago

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r/AmITheAsshole •

by u/BigdickBigheartKamo_

WIBTA if I *accidentally* hid my human roommate’s vibrator only to try it on myself? Help! (╥﹏╥)

r/wc. 6.8k

r/warnings. fem! reader, modern au, loserboy choso, he’s kinda pervy here, crack fic, protected -> unprotected, cóndom breaks, vírgin! choso, size kinks, multiple rounds, he fucks you while wearing your hoodie, óral, panty stuffing, bulges, cervíx mentions, switch choso sorta, toy usage, manhandling, use of ‘mommy’, & ‘good boy’, brèeding, body worship, petnames

r/an. he’s trying

TLDR: “… basically, i, (150 M) hid my human roommate’s vibrator just so I could try it out for myself. yeah, i’m actually 150, and no, this isn’t clickbait. please don’t downvote me :(”

“…of course, i properly cleaned it and everything before using it - but, she uses this glittery thing all the time. not the mention the fact that it’s so…big. and another thing, it glows in the dark. this squishy thing can’t be the reason why i can barely sleep sometimes, can it? i swear, i can sometimes hear her loud, belting moans in my dreams. sounds painful. i’m kind of too shy to confront her about it, what if she kicks me out? she’s so nice and pretty - oh, i’m getting off-topic, sorry.

but it was this one particular night that happened, i was in our apartment alone and i hid her toy. she only noticed it was gone after about say, maybe three days. she asked me had i had seen and i just shrugged. in reality though, i tried the thing out for myself and experienced the best organism orgasm of my life!

the down side though, was that she caught me red-handed on her bed … ”

“is that my fucking vibrator?”

“n…no…?”

this looked pretty … bad.

choso had the most wide-eyed look while his legs were spread, wearing nothing but a hoodie - your hoodie.

you blinked twice, barely able to get a word out as you’re presented with your century-old roommate literally rubbing one out on your bed. from cheek to cheek, he was flustered as his right hand froze. it gripped the top part of your toy which was a bright hot pink.

“no?” you deadpanned at his blatant lie, flipping on the light switch. choso’s eyes squinted from the light and oh, the mess that displayed on his stomach. half of your sage-colored university hoodie was pulled up, showcasing his abs that had a bit of his mess painting against his pecs. “you told me you didn’t see it.”

“i didn’t!” he huffs, knowing how this looked.

there was a tiny pout that creased across his thin-lined lips as he tried to momentarily think of an excuse.

“but uh-” and as you watched him flip the power button off the toy with a faint ‘flick’, choso sighed at his ruined release. “you left it out one night on your bed and i got … curious.”

rolling your eyes, you snatched the pink wand with each finger wrapping around the rubbery handle. “so, you just decide to be a perv and use it on yourself?” and choso sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. he stayed quiet, and all you could hear was his heavy, breathy pants.

oh.

curiosity got the best of you though because that’s when you realized - choso was half-naked.

his boxers were pulled down to his ankles with his cock already pulled out. it stood tall with just the riiiight amount of thick girth. near the very maroon-shaded tip, he was leaking a bit of pre-cum that dripped down all sides. the muscles in his tightened abs tensed after each shallow breath he took while he remained manspread.

“and of course, you’re wearing my hoodie,” you muttered, but your tone sounded . . . different. you didn’t sound pissed, you were a bit intrigued.

choso glanced at you, letting off a dramatic gulp as his naturally hooded eyes cutely roamed down your body.

was he getting off to… you?

the risqué thought suddenly plagued at the back of your mind and you let off a giggle. perplexed, his dark brows wriggled before he saw you scooting closer.

“oh my god, you’re such a slut.”

“no, i told you, i was curious,” he corrects you. “but i’m sorry! look, i’ll even buy you a new one,” choso timidly grins. “heh, fun fact though, did you know that um, orgasms can shut down a single part of your brain? the more you kn-”

as you kept yourself from rolling your eyes a second time, you sighed. “choso, if you wanted to get laid, you could’ve just straight up asked.”

“what? what… what makes you think that?” he clears his throat, nearly choking on the lump hiding in his throat.

choso’s burning, red face was a true dead giveaway of how he truly felt though. the longer you stared at him, the more he felt himself growing harder.

in fact, he’s so hard - it’s practically painful.

choso couldn’t help but wrap a big, veiny hand around his shaft just to give it a few comforting pumps. a shaky, shallow sigh departs from his lips as his thumb zigzags its way down the side of his cock. “f… fine,” he digs the top part of his teeth into his bottom lip, dragging out the lone syllable. “i just didn’t wanna freak you out. besides, i’ve never um… did the laid before.”

right as he mentioned ‘laid’ - choso wriggled his brows to emphasize and it was so unintentionally cute.

“ ‘did the laid?’ ” you repeat back with a snort, forgetting your half-curse half-human of a roommate didn’t exactly have much physical contact with women. he never really spoke much about himself.

choso got more embarrassed at your teasing, and you rubbed your glossed lips together before glimpsing back down at the powered-off vibrator. “the real thing feels a lot better than this thing, anyway.”

“really?” he mumbled, maintaining eye contact with you. from each part of choso’s head, he was sweating profusely. in a way, it was pretty.

his hair wasn’t in its usual two ponytails this time. it was sweated out, matted, and unkempt while having a few black strands messily strung down his face. the teardrops of sweat that streamed down his face decorated his skin perfectly. “is that why you’re screaming every night? because of this thing?”

. . . .

as you plopped down on the bed, you took another glance at him. choso lazily laid back with his legs spread. such a position alone made you gnaw on the bottom of your lip, and him dragging a hand through his hair didn’t make things much better.

“show me.” you purred, your interest fully piqued now.

“show you…?” choso blinked, feeling a sudden shiver once cool air set against his bare skin.

you grabbed your switched-off vibrator, wrapping a hand around it before handing it back to him. “show me how you played with yourself with my toy, silly.”

“oh-” choso nervously grinned, a barred thumb gently brushing over the back of your palm. as he raised both brows, he gave you a timid look. “just don’t laugh.”

“promise.” you muttered, averting your gaze toward his hardened cock.

he was big.

far bigger than you imagined, actually.

choso’s tip was more of the bulbous type with a strawberry-red tint painting near its top. he slipped out a hoarse grunt once he brought a hand toward his shaft, slithering all five stubby fingers ‘round his length. two veins prod near the thick sides before he switched the vibrator back on with his thumb. with a loud ‘flick’, it lights up, signaling that it’s on, and the buzzing starts.

“i just… um,” he swallowed thickly, his voice trembling the longer you stared at him. anxiously, his dick twitched once your stare went from his lap to his face. “earlier i uh- i rubbed the tip against mine like… t- this.” he gulped, and you watched as he gradually guides the pink toy toward the leaking crown of his cock.

choso exhales deeply, letting off unsteady deep sighs once the vibrating tip slooowly rubs its way against his tender head. immediately, it's coated with a bit of his pre-cum and he could feel the muscles in his thighs tense instantly. “fuck..” he bites down on his chiseled jaw, avoiding your lust-filled gaze.

oh, he knew he was screwed.

he didn’t know whether he wanted to feel embarrassed, turned on, or both.

choso’s burning up in your hoodie. the fleecy, soft material felt like it was clawing at his ripped biceps from the inside.

he’s covered in your signature scent entirely, and despite how you’re a hair’s breadth away from him, he’s even daydreaming about you too. in one hand, choso’s giving his veiny cock solid, two-second pumps while the other was using the toy to swirl tender circles around his aching tip.

the entire scene was so lewd, you didn’t know what to say. your body did though, and its initial reaction was to squeeze your thighs shut. the repetitive buzzing of your toy only got louder, and pretty soon - it was repeatedly ringing through choso’s sensitive ears plus yours.

“i couldn’t-” he whined, slouching back against your fluffed pillow. red-ridden lips of his tightly pressed together as he pouts before his thighs nearly collapse. “i couldn’t really get far last time. i didn’t know how to finish and i thought straight up asking you would be um… well, rude.”

you giggled. “do you want me to help you finish?”

million dollar question.

choso’s heart felt like it was about to beat straight out of his chest. you couldn’t see it, but he already had hearty eyes. with his dilated, darkened pupils merely forming into cute shapes he was already so down bad.

“mhm-” he nodded eagerly, his slick lips trembling the more you scooted yourself closer toward him. the room around you both felt substantially hot, and the walls continuously felt like they were closing in after each dreadful second that passed.

choso’s staring at you with a look of not want but need, and that cute ‘lil pout that creases across his lips never faded away. “please,” he adds, and with his husky, trembling voice, you heard his voice slightly crack.

“please?” you took the toy, turning it off with a flip of a button. “please what, ‘cho?”

you heard the ‘power off’ sound, indicating that it’s off again before placing your hand on top of choso’s. you could tell he wasn’t fond of your teasing because of the way his eyebrows parted together in frustration. even his scowls were cute, not intimidating in the slightest.

“please,” he swallowed, tugging on the string of your light green hoodie that swallowed his frame. “make- help me finish, princess. i just-” he paused, his words sounding more whiny once his quivering bottom lip got caught in between his teeth. “wanna fuckin’ finish so bad.”

and as he’s quietly rambling out pleas, choso already looked like he was about to break any second.

dark almond-shaped, eyes followed your every move, studying the direct placement of your wandering hand that trailed up his bulky thighs. he felt so hot, and your touch to his skin felt like electricity. just one finger trailing up his thigh was enough energy to create a spark.

“okay,” you said, and you could hear him sighing a quick sigh of relief. choso leans back, taking a few more seconds to swallow before he starts to pant.

you still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that your roommate was getting off to you, on your bed, while wearing your hoodie.

honestly, you couldn’t even lie - it was starting to make you grow a bit of a big head, and choso gulped once he saw your head lowering down. “did you steal any more of my toys, choso?”

“no, swear,” he quickly denied, shaking his head. choso’s dick in front of you stood tall as pulse after pulse shooting from his veiny sides within each nanosecond. silently, he watched as your dominant hand gingerly wrapped its way around his length before giving it a few greeting pumps. with choso’s fat size and additional girth, he could barely even fit in your palm. “o- oh, fuck keep touching me p- pleaaase.”

within seconds, choso was already melted putty in your hands. you had him so sensitive, and his brain felt like it just turned into straight mush. he’s feeling the thick air inside the small apartment the two of you shared suffocate him all at once. “mngh-” he groans, taking a quick peek once he feels something abnormally hot.

it’s your tongue, and you took a quick second to softly drag it across his leaking pink tip.

the head of his cock was swollen and large with the perfect plump shape. instantly, your lukewarm tastebuds were met with a bitterly sweet taste of his pre-cum and you let off a moan of your own. without thinking, the same hand from before softly went around his narrow base before you pursed your lips.

“ngh, y- you’re sooo gooood, princess,” and choso’s already pathetically dragging his words.

the way you filthily zigzagged and dipped your tongue over ‘n around his sensitive tip scratched every single itch in his brain. his long, black lashes forcibly flutter shut once he hears the faint ‘pop’ of your slick, wet lips. “like that, just like hah- that.”

choso’s curve itself was attractive too. his heavy cock would sometimes slant a bit on its own, having it's own lean - showing just how big he really is.

you didn’t even realize how much you were starting to shamelessly salivate from the sides of your mouth. once you began to shower each side of his throbbing shaft with kisses, you glanced up at him. “do you want me to st-”

“no, ple-ase,” and cutely, enough, choso’s voice cracks again. both of his ears twitched in embarrassment before he deeply sighed, clearing his throat. “i- i mean,” choso put a hand on the top of your head. “please, please keep going, princess. make me f- feel good. teach me.”

“and you’re not gonna steal my stuff behind my back again, are you?” you muttered, pausing your hand on his dick mid-stroke.

“never-ever,” he nodded impatiently, his deep voice trembling after each quavering syllable.

all choso wanted to feel was your warm, hot mouth taking in every inch. he was inexperienced and maybe a bit old-fashioned but he knew a thing or two about twitter.

twitter and reddit.

why you were roommates with a whole century-old half curse half human was another story within itself. choso pays half the rent every month and even occasionally helps with some of your college work. but sometimes though, while you’re out doing whatever - he gets bored.

choso oftentimes finds himself searching up random things on google while missing your absence. as you’re swiping a thumb over his flushed tip, you run your melting, wet tongue over the head one more time before opening your mouth. imitating the shape of an ‘o’ with your lips, choso whimpered once he felt the soft heaving breaths escape from the back of your eager throat. his cock gradually makes its way inside as you’re batting both lashes.

chocolaty, gentle eyes intently staring at you as he bit back sultry moan after moan that’s threatening to leave his lips. “god-” he grunts sweetly, giving the white-striped string of your hoodie a solid tug.

inch after inch leisurely disappears inside of your mouth and choso’s losing it.

one of his hands absentmindedly slithers its way under your head before he slings four fingers around your neck. the pad of his thumb was caressing the nape of your neck whilst he watched you starting to sink further down. “m- mhm, take all of it, princess. use that pretty throat ‘n take all of me, f- fuck.”

choso’s natural deep voice alone was enough to make you throb. after a few dragging seconds, you managed to fit him halfway down your throat. his tip tenderly smashes its way against your uvula and you moan. glossy saliva ran from both sides of your mouth as your head started to bob.

“oh, you’re already makin’ such a mess,” he breathily mutters, using another hand to awkwardly pat your head.

choso’s never felt anything like this, and all of his senses felt heightened. as his lips continued to quiver from the overwhelming stimulation, choso delicately rubbed his thumb over the spit that streamed down the corners of your lips. “i … i love your voice but you sound a lot prettier when your throat’s hah- stuffed.”

you gave choso a deadpan as you continued to sloppily take him in your mouth, using your hand to twist around his veiny cock.

“what? it’s true,” choso sheepishly grins, but his smile quickly fades once his left thigh started to twitch. his entire body falls limp against the cushioned pillows behind him before he gasps. “oh, shit-” he groans lowly, absently thrusting his hips into your mouth.

as both of your hands grabbed onto each side of his hips, you loudly moaned. it was muffled but still sounded so pretty. choso’s thick, slightly curved cock tap tap tapped it’s way against the back of your throat each time. flawlessly, it tickled down the roof of your mouth after a single vigorous stroke that made your whole body shake.

choso’s (your) hoodie that was still on him was a bit pulled up now, and above his sharpened, hairy waistline - you saw just how ripped he was.

come to think of it, out of the seven months you’ve been living with him, you don’t think you’ve ever seen your roommate shirtless.

“princess, i think ‘m gonna-” he pauses, his eyes widening before pulling his aching dick from your lips.

as you pout, choso looks at you with a timid expression. “is it- can i?” and he’s fumbling on how exactly to ask you. “i … i didn’t ask to use your toy before so i feel like it’s only appropriate if it’s okay to uh- finish in your mouth. sorry.”

“ ‘cho, it’s fine,” you held back a giggle, giving his rosy-pink tip a soft kiss. it convulses upon impact, and choso’s eyes roll back ‘till they show nothing but milky white.

he’s feeling it come all at once - literally, and he’s groaning the minute your plump lips wrap around his cock for its final time. “go ‘head.”

choso didn’t know what it was, but your voice sounded as smooth as honey. he could feel his cock stiffening inside of your clogged-up throat with multiple veins pricking at the sides of his length.

his brain feels oh-so clouded, and that’s when choso’s jaw tightens.

once you give him yet another teasing flick of your tongue over his sensitive slit, that’s when he finally explodes.

choso whimpers once he starts to spurt rope after rope, painting the roof of your mouth including your pretty pink tongue. “ ‘m sorry,” he shuts his eyes, starting to babble with both barred hands delicately gripping the crown of your head. “hah- ruined your mouth ‘n make such a mess, princess,” and as he’s spewing sweet nonsense, choso finally meets eye contact with you again. “fuck- you took it all though.”

your cheeks were both filled, and you hummed at the taste that was stored inside your mouth. while staring at choso, you swallowed - although there was still a bit of remnants left on the corners of your lips.

before you could even attempt to lick it away though, choso does it for you.

almost immediately, he sits up to softly press his body weight against you. choso’s lips crash against you hungrily, and needy muffled whimpers slide their way inside your mouth. you smiled against his lips as you threw your arms around his neck.

choso didn’t really know how to kiss either - he was mostly following your lead.

with one of your hands hanging behind his neck, you lead it up toward his hair before feeling a few matted black tresses tangle between your fingers. briefly, your foreheads touched against each other and you felt the sticky sweat that stuck against his tepid skin.

“mhm-” you moaned, feeling choso’s impatient hands claw at your thighs. his tongue’s swiftly making sure to lap up any remnants of his own cum, not caring in the slightest about his bittersweet taste.

it was broad daylight out, probably about a few minutes ‘till four in the afternoon. as you made your way onto choso’s bare lap, his dick painfully rubbed itself against your denim shorts.

every few seconds, you’d take a peek at choso to see the golden tints of sun that would illuminate certain parts of his face.

“m- mommy,” he whispers against your lips as his roughly-textured fingers ardently tug at the lower fabric of your shorts. choso’s eyes instantly flutter open before a dark red shade color over his face. “i mean-”

“baby, you were right the first time.” you cooed, and oh, choso thinks he just got another boner.

fuck.

in sheer embarrassment, the bridge of choso’s nose cutely scrunched up before he leaned in again.

you think he’s going in for another kiss but instead - he’s making a beeline straight for the the frilly tank top you wore.

two rough hands gently pull up the fabric, and he stuffs his face in between your tits. “s- sorry, princess, mhm,” and you glance down, watching him use your chest as a pillow. you smiled, patting his head. choso’s probably dreamt about this at least about a million times.

poor guy.

“i… i need a minute, fuck,” he muffled between your tits, pressing tender kisses down the valley of your chest. you let off sweet gasps after each peck, and you’re just hearing wet smooch after smooch. choso felt like he was literally in heaven. by now, he’s a sweat-drenched mess. dark, thirsty eyes glance up at you as if he’s asking to touch you more and you gave him a wordless nod. “you’re so perfect, ‘s unfair.” he murmurs, cupping two big hands around your tits.

choso rolled his tongue out of his mouth, gently running the tip across each sensitive nipple of yours. you moaned, feeling your back arch before your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. “c- choso,” you whined, dragging a hand down his already ruffled hair. with his eyes closed, choso kept tending to each breast lovingly.

with his tongue, he’s trying to mimic each video he stumbled upon online that he did for ‘research purposes.’

choso sucked intently on each tit, departing from each one with loud ‘pop’ sounds that forevermore ringed through your ears. coral, pink lips of his compress together before he sits back up to create a wet trail of kisses down your jaw. abruptly though, choso grunts against your slickly glossed lips before laying on your chest. “no good, i’m still so hard.”

“what are you waiting for then?” you sweetly purred, tossing your arms around his broad neck once more.

with wide, mousy eyes - choso sheepishly smiles. “oh, right, right…” and as you pulled the covers up over choso’s back with you underneath, he’s ‘attempting’ to align himself. of course, choso doesn’t know what the actual fuck what he’s doing.

he’s done a lot of ‘research’ about intimacy but he never expected it to be this intimate.

“oh-,” he pauses, his bare tip resting against your already dripping cunt. choso reaches near his nightstand before pulling out a rubber. “i read somewhere that i should wear this unless i wanna get pregnant.”

as you absentmindedly strummed a thumb down the stood-up hairs that decorated the back of his pale neck, you giggled. “don’t you mean me, choso? unless i get pregnant?”

“oh..” he cringes, scratching his head in embarrassment.

after a few seconds - with a faint-sounding snag, choso successfully put the rubber on. it was a tight fit, but it fit. just barely.

choso was slightly shy, and you could tell by his hesitant arms trying to find the right placement. you looked at him, rubbing the back of your heel down his back in an attempt to soothe him. “relax,” you coo, helping him align his aching tip. he was already moaning the second it slipperily slides its way down your slit that’s so desperate for him to just go inside already. “you weren’t this shy when i saw you using my toy earlier.”

“tch, shut up,” choso smacks his lips, and you let off a soft gasp once he lifts your legs. he firmly pushes them back ‘till they reach just above your exposed chest. “ ‘m gonna show you how shy i really am, princess.”

“yeah? go ‘head, baby.”

☆ ☆ ☆

and fuck, he does.

calling choso a quick learner was the understatement of the year.

one minute he was shy and the next, he was strenuously plowing through you as if his occupation was a construction worker. choso’s animalistic stamina caught you off guard entirely. each stinging slap of soft flesh hitting against each other makes you moan. he’s buried deep, grunting each time his rubbery tip rams itself against your g-spot with no mercy.

choso stretched you out so well while easily locating each tender erogenous zone until you short-circuited.

“f- fuck, choso- fuck,” you whimpered, clawing your nails down his back. the entire time he’s inside, he’s still wearing your hoodie. you might as well let him keep it anyway.

he’s just a straight-up untamed animal, growing feral after each rigor thrust. the bed beneath you both grunts out creaks of despair with the headboard sounding like it’s on its final rusty hinges. choso’s heavily panting, pushing your knees up further to your chest mid-thrust. “yeah, yeaaah, there ‘cho- hit there, ugh-”

“here?” he hoarsely utters, bringing his spit-glossed lips toward the caps of your knees. choso maintains intimate eye contact before with a single deep stroke, he introduces his tip to your g-spot for another nth time.

you nodded, choking on your little mewls before choso mocked your pout. “mhm, all i had to do was hit this spot for you to stop teasing me, princess?”

and he hits it again, and again, and again -

constantly.

choso’s cock was basically bullying your cunt by this point, and you moaned after each direct hit. he’s precise and accurate, using your clit as a target while striking a perfect bullseye with his reddened crowned tip. you held onto him tight as the bed rocked and swayed roughly, both sticky bodies melting together into one.

“ ‘m getting close,” you whined, your pathetic sweet cries against his ear making him even harder.

choso dragged calloused hands down your body as his dick drove through your sobbing pussy repeatedly. all ‘round his length, you’re squeezing him tight and convulsing continuously. choso groans into your neck and his pace slows a bit for a few seconds. “c- choso.”

“shh,” he whispers, and you watch him reach beside you. choso flicks your denim shorts aside, picking up your panties before bawling them up in his hand. “you’re so loud, princess. forgive me for bein’ rude, but i don’t wanna hear you right now,” and despite how his voice was so silkily smooth and gruff, that’s when he softly stuffs your panties in your mouth. after that, his hips give you one big thrust and it causes your poor pussy to squelch out pretty ‘lil sobs of its own. “wanna hear her.”

and choso wasn’t even looking at you anymore.

his attention’s solely on your wet cunt, and he’s silently in awe at how you’re taking every hefty inch like a good girl. you’re so wet too, and each thrust was making his head spin.

but right as he starts up his rocky pace - he hears a certain tearing snaaaap.

your eyes flutter open as your chest heaves, and choso blinks twice. his thighs relaxed before he looked at the sudden ‘rupture.’

the condom actually broke, and his bulbous tip was fully poking out of the rubbery top part of the hole. choso grunted, not even realizing how close he was because he could feel how full he was already. “oops,” he pouts, abruptly pulling out. despite how your own panties were still stuffed in your mouth, you scrunched up your brows as if you were saying - ‘what happened?’

“it broke,” choso frowns, and you could hear him ripping the tattered condom off his erect length. he looks back at you, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “do i just get a new one?”

instantly, you shook your head. the panties ended up falling out of your mouth and you took a millisecond to breathe. “no, you can- hah, you can go in raw.”

“raw,” choso repeated, and you moaned once he gently pressed a palm on the center of your bare tummy. “are… are you sure, princess?”

“i’m sure.” you panted, already feeling your mouth water at the sheer filthy imagery of choso dumping you with his load.

choso leaned in, closing the suffocating gap between you both with a kiss and you moaned. he tasted so sweet, and yet again, you’re immediately met with his cherry-mint flavor as both lips violently smashed into each other.

while he’s still trying to follow your lead with his lips, choso removed the condom before tossing it in the trash bin. cool air sets against his tip and lets off the sweetest-sounding moan ever into your mouth.

he’s carnal - swaying his hips against yours impatiently while trying to align his feverishly-hot tip. “you’re gonna make me cum just by staring at you,” he huffs quietly, delicately smacking the fat head of his cock against your puffy slit.

you whimpered, feeling all ten of your toes curl before he presses himself against your held-up knees. “pretty, messy girl.” choso grunted, using two fingers to dip inside of your pussy. you were about to whine again, but that’s when choso stuffed your panties back in your mouth.

with a loud ‘pop’ - choso pulls his now sticky-covered fingers out of your cunt before guiding them toward his lips. as his bare tip’s slowly making its way inside of you again, he sucks on his fingers in front of you. “mhm,” choso closed his eyes for a moment, taking in your sweetened arousal. “never knew my roommate could taste so g- oh, fuck.”

choso gets caught off guard by the unexpected feeling of him rawly cumming. a breath gets caught in his throat before he slumps against you, filling you rope after rope with oozing hot cum. it’s unlike any feeling he’s ever felt before, and he’s speechless.

you let off faint, muffled moans in the background as your tongue and teeth snagged against the lacy fabric of your panties. choso’s aching limbs felt like they were about to fall off. his head buried inside of your neck before he started to whine.

no matter how dominant he tried to be, the clingy sticky grip of your pussy would always put him in check.

“ugh-” he gruffly grunts against your bare collarbone, delicately pressing down a bit more on your stomach.

while he’s still pouring out such a thick, ribbony load of cum, choso ends up brushing his fingertips against his bulge that even makes a faint noticeable print against your tummy. he thought it was cute, and he even groans out a sweet, “fuck.”

hungry, dark-bronze eyes flicker down at your stuffed cunt that’s just dripping from all sides and he sighs. “it’s spilling,” choso pouts and your eyes widened once he suddenly lifted you, propping you right back up on his cock. “can’t- can’t let it go to waste, princess,” he breathes airily, helping you sprawl your already shaky legs. your arms wrapped around choso’s shoulders before with one hand, he gives your ass a soft squeeze before whispering in your ear. “ ‘m not done filling you in yet. s- sorry.”

☆ ☆ ☆

one hour turned into two, then three, then four.

choso had the stamina of a stallion, and it didn’t take long at all for him to be utterly addicted to your sweet, sweet pussy. continuously, he’s effortlessly ripping out shrilling orgasm after orgasm ‘till your chords went raspy.

he’s got you riding him now, and oh he might just think he’s in love.

it was just something about you moving your hips so perfectly.

both scarred palms of his securely gripped your rotating ass, gently squeezing at the loud plopping skin that stung against his lap every second. “jus’ like that, pleaseplease,” he groans, glancing up at you with half-open eyes. the stretch of choso’s cock always left both of your pried open legs shaking with your jaw slightly left ajar. he’s just ridiculously big, jackhammering all nth-inches of his cock deep into your dripping cunt. “god, your hips are gonna kill me-”

“fuck-” you breathed, peeking around a bit to see your ass ruthlessly slamming back down on his time and time again. in a lewd, dirty way - it was almost pretty. the way your hips rolled into him, the sparkly tear of sweat that tore down your bare spine, how your tits just mindlessly bounced in choso’s face.

he felt like he was heaven.

deadly sharp echoing slaps of skin fiercely ricochet against each other as you kept up a decent pace, burying your face into his left shoulder. choso’s stammering out cute inaudible babbles while you continued, taking the opportunity to help you drag your hips faster.

you made sure to dig your knees into his thighs, twisting and turning your ass while pulling yourself forward. your hips alone had choso hypnotized, and if you squinted enough you could make out the cartoonish rings swirling in his irises.

“mhm, fuck me mommy-” he slips it out again, but at this point, he doesn’t even care. as your body’s languidly swayed into him, you moaned once his crowned tip surprised your cervix with a multitude of sloppy kisses. one tap turned into three taps within seconds, and now you felt like you were really short-circuiting.

choso’s whining near your right ear before he gasps out a sweet, “ohh, fuck i- if you keep riding me like that, you’re gonna get me… pregnant.”

you held back a giggle, wondering how he forgot already that he couldn’t actually get pregnant.

choso’s head was just so clouded that he couldn’t think straight at all - not when your pussy was snatching him out of reality.

“yeah?” you cooed, bringing a soft kiss toward the side of his mouth.

choso’s pink lips tremor instantly and you watched as his mouth instantly opened for you. just then though, that’s when you got an idea.

you could tell choso was already getting close again judging by his erratic spasming beneath your body, and you then abruptly stopped your hips.

“wha- why’d you stop?” he frowns, not even realizing how much he was sweating.

your hoodie that he was wearing was practically drenched with sweat, and there were so many jet-black strands of hair gluing to his forehead.

choso pants, staring at you as you reach near the edge of the bed for your pink vibrator from earlier.

a hand of yours swiftly wrapped around the wand, and with a single thumb, you switched it on. right away, it lights up - singing out loud buzzes before you look at him with a playful expression. “may i?”

“heh, you’re a kinky girl huh,” choso slouched back against his pillow. he took a second to admire how pretty you looked over him - just nude with your sweat-dripping skin glistening from the rays that shined from your cracked open window pane. “okay, yeah. whatever you w- oh, my god.”

as you re-aligned yourself on choso’s cock, you guided the vibrating tip of your toy over his pearly-coated tip. as he was just barely a few inches in, you were gently rubbing the vibrator over choso’s cockhead and he instantly knew he wasn’t gonna last much longer.

“p- princessss,” he hisses sweetly, tightly holding onto your hips. choso clenched down on his jaw until it wholly tightened, and he’s feeling every single vibration from the toy. as the both of you moaned in sync, you never did really realize how pretty your roommate looked with his eyes rolling fully back, his mouth just idly dangling open. “fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna cum, ugh-”

“look at me,” you whisper, greeting his quivering lips with three kisses. a glossy trail of saliva departs each time. beady, docile eyes meet yours after about four delayed seconds and you whimpered, hearing the sharp whack of choso’s palm meeting against your ass. “are you gonna use my toys again, ‘cho?”

choso whines as you slowly kept rubbing the vibrating tip of the toy over his tender cockhead, and he’s feeling every compressed his lips. “p- probably,” and he quickly backtracks, sheepishly letting off a dry laugh. “i mean no. i’ll ask first, promise- ugh.”

you smiled, using another hand to stroke his veiny length that was still so rock hard. his entire body was trembling beneath you, and choso’s louder than you now. “are you gonna be a good boy ‘n cum for me now?”

“mmm-hmm, fuck,” choso groans, and the sudden pitch of his husky tone makes you throb. he tosses his head back, eyeing the wooden rotating ceiling fan before licking his lips. “princess ‘m cumming-”

your vibrator was only on level one out of the four other levels - and yet, choso cums hard.

it's way more than his other releases, and it comes out in creamy thick ropes. you raise your hips while looking down, hearing choso break apart in front of you. his tip’s the hottest shade of red you’ve ever seen, and the way he just continued to erupt made you twitch more. a bit of his cum shoots near your drooling cunt and your inner thighs - but especially on the head of your vibrator.

“wait,” he exhales timidly, pulling his black brows apart as his eyes remain closed. choso’s trying to catch his breath while still feeling so euphoric all over. “f- fuck, look at how messy she is.” choso breathes, gradually pulling out once he finishes.

satiny, white ribbons of cum decorated the front of your pussy with a bit of his mess salaciously spilling out of you. he didn’t just stuff you, he double-stuffed you.

you moaned as he stared, getting in between your legs for a moment. you felt choso’s warm breath aerate against the opening of your dripping clit before he spreads your thighs. “so pretty,” he murmurs, bringing the print of his thumb to glide it straight down the glistening valley of your pussy. “hah- want a little taste.”

and within a blink of an eye, choso’s tongue laps itself at the sticky mess that was glued between your legs. “s- shit,” you heaved a deep breath, clawing a shaky hand in his hair. again, choso didn’t care at all about tasting his aftermath. it tasted even sweeter because of you, in his mind. he’s like a starved animal, flicking his tongue inside before it turns to a sloppy vacuuming suck. “yesyes, choso hngh-”

choso makes out with your clit - literally. he’s slightly shaking his head from side to side, relishing in the bittersweet taste of you.

you felt his lips cup ‘round your pussy before he gives it a greedy seven-second suck. “mhm,” he groans, reaching an arm down to stroke his cock. your moans alone ended up getting him off, and choso felt his dick twitch in his palm once he felt you softly push him further in between your legs. “i’m gonna clean you all up princess, p- promise.”

not even minutes later, the entire lower portion of choso’s chin was completely shimmery. even the tip of his button nose was a bit wet.

he sat up from between your legs, taking a few deep breaths before licking his lips. “thank you.” he lowly murmured, giving your pussy a soft pat. he felt you throb on his palm and it made him grin.

“good boy,” you spoke in tiny airy breaths, heavily panting yourself. almost forgetting, you turned off the toy that was still in your hand, tossing it aside before getting back on choso’s bare lap.

choso wraps his burly arms around you, hugging you while one hand crept toward your ass. his lips met the inside of your neck before he pulled you into his chest. “we should-” he breathed, finally opening his eyes to get a good look at you.

oh, he was whipped.

“we should do the laid more often.”

“we’ll see.” you stroke his right cheek, bringing a chaste kiss to his lips. choso makes you fall on top of him before the both of you are lying in bed next to each other.

perhaps choso was a bit too whipped though, because he lays on top of you, kissing your forehead before blurting out a husky short-winded, “i love you, yuki.”

smiling, you stared into his eyes before that same smile quickly faded. “i love you too ch- wait who?”

“……………..”

u/BigdickBigheartKamo_ ✓ • 2min. ago

So, we aren’t roommates anymore but at least I still have her hoodie I guess :( but help. (◞‸◟；) the real question is though,

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FAST N' FURIOUS!

Synopsis. When he’s furious, he’s fast. And rough.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, angry s, manhandIing, they’re FÉRAL, full neIsons, headIocks, creampíes, cúmplay, GOJO’S POWERS, fíngering, chokíng, spítting, p talking, true form Sukuna, dp, p sIapping, breaking the bed, ratio technique, exhíbitionísm (Geto), rough s, they’re big, dumbíficatíon, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Heheh hope you have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - BACK-BREAKER.

CRACK!

It takes a second for Toji to even register the splintering noise let alone realize that he’d just shattered your bed into almost a thousand pieces. Darkened eyes narrowing- a bad gig today and now this?

“Mmm, Toji–” You’re turning your dazed head back to whimper oh-so-cutely. Lips wobbling as you take in the state of your poor bedsprings, “You broke the- oh!”

And Toji Fushiguro didn’t care.

He didn’t care if your bed was in one piece let alone sagging on one side. And before you can even flutter your teary lashes, you’re finding yourself flatly sprawled on your bedroom floor. Spine arched into a curve, legs smeared open by his strong knee.

“Be good for me, girl.” One of his rough, scarred hands creeps up on your neck to manhandle you still. He spanks his puffy n’ red tip down your core with a dampened pap! Voice fuming, “Your husband’s had a baaad day.”

Wait…husband?

Your poor mouth dangles open to ask what he meant by that- but the only thing sneaking out is a shrill whimper. “Fuh-fuck! Oh my god, why are you so big-”

Because Toji’s sheathing in a few of his hard, solid inches in a single thrust. Barely giving you time to adjust, barely letting you even breathe prior to holding onto your rapidly pulsating throat n’ dragging your body up and down in harsh jerks to meet his.

“Fuck. Shut up.” He’s channeling out a seething hiss, every one of your sweet sounds made his large, weeping tip twitch. Achingly. “Shut up and take- it-”

It’d been nearly hours now since he’d come back from some mission gone awry n’ taken it out on your poor, sensitive cunt. Now tenderly weeping out every time he furiously pours out another batch of wadded pre.

Toji’s barely even moving in his usually looong, teasing strikes that have you squirming endlessly. Right now he’s fucking you through the frigidly polished hardwood with rough, pummeling half-thrusts that have his own pelvis burning bright red at the slamming impact.

And you’re so sensitive from it.

Sobbing, “B-but it’s so much.”

“Shit- if this pretty pussy can’t take it then no one can, doll.” Toji has the audacity to tilt his head sexily and whistle. The wet underside of his shaft rawly inching deeper to stretch your hole wiiidely. “What is it- want me to beg? S’that it? You want me to beg, mama?”

Whining, his rude restraint on your windpipe grows stronger - and so does his cadence.

With a grunt he swats his plush balls against your cunt and watches as the contact makes your eyes stupidly whirl. “N-ngh- Toji–!”

“Heh- alright then…please.” Grinning, he’s so mean in the way he’s leaning his muscular body down so that you’re dealing with the brunt of his weight. “Please. Hold those legs up f’me and ngh- let your husband blow off a lil’ steam.” Mockingly, annoyed - but not at you, never at you. “Please.”

Leisurely, you’re only half-way registering what you’re doing once your hands instinctively dive down to perk the inner part of your thighs up. “Like this?”

“More.”

Struggling. “This?”

He snickers, “Difficult? Need me to fuck ya into the hah– floor instead?” He already was. Letting him throw your jittery legs onto his shoulders and bending–“Not enough, my wife.”

“Wh-what?!”

“I said…” It’s such a primal mating press right then n’ there on the ground. Your thighs on his deltoids, your ass against his washboard abs.

Toji pliably uses his inhuman strength to roughen you up all he wanted, the fleshy curves of his muscles flexing as he did. It was so mouth-watering to ogle him - all veins of his neck popping out, pecs tense, temple glittered with a thin line of sweat. Easing inside. Groaning, “-not enough.”

“O-oh mmm–” You’re steadily melting as his rugged length angles a straight whack! against the cute target of cute g-spot. Still so delicately bruised from all those rounds prior. “There! Right- ngh- there, baby–”

So deep and big inside of you now that his cocktip was stretchin’ the areas of your walls until you’re damn near seeing stars.

Swabbing every slick orifice with his reddened, blushing crown, he’s so far gone that the way you twist your hands into his beefy forearms and claaaw your way down only makes him let off a dopey smile. “Tch- like kitten scratches, mmmm- yeah yeah, try harder, doll.”

Harder. Faster. And it was all because of that damn gig- what that damn Shiu had said…

It feels so raw having him inside you, spank after spank you’re reeling from- easily making a complete mess of you.

Hiking his naturally sculptured thighs further upwards to press a deep snog against your cervix, you’re feeling the spheroid of his mushroomy tip surface the spongy layer of your womb and you sob.

“Harder. C’mon now- harder.” Toji bites out at you, the honed points of his canines gleaming with a layer of slobber. He was drooling at the repeatedly squelching music of your hot, dripping pussy now. “Oh, the lil’ kitty’s purring for me now…h-heh. Is she gonna cum—?”

He knew the state of your sweet, syrupy cunt more than you did.

Because just then you’re feeling the white-hot sparks swimming near your navel, thighs shaking ‘round Toji’s gyration hips. You can only nod and nod and nod, “C-close! Not gonna last…”

“There there, mama.” He flicks the pinkish edge of his tongue over his scarred lips, just the sight of you all wet and leaking over him maddening. Flopping his tastebuds out to taste your salty tear-tracks, “Cum for me.” Before you can utter a word, his free hand spanks down on your weepy cunt and dips a thumb past your slit. Treating your quivering clit like a button- one strike on your pretty nub, one strike to your g-spot. “Cum. Harder now.”

You don’t even realize you do until Toji’s gasping.

Until he’s grinning, until his painfully rock-hard cock bulges just a few centimeters even bigger at the sight of your mouth gaping in awe.

Toes curled, mouth flapping, overstimulated to tears. “T-Toji–! Cum…ing…”

Your slick-sprayed thighs plaster to the side of his obliques, front glued to his ladder-like abs as he sliiides down between vicious thrusts. Leaving no room for you to collect your breath. Leaving no room for you to even start thinking again—

“We haven’t broken the floor yet, doll.” Toji rustles his heady breath over your features, feral. “And Shiu’s gonna see what happens when he tries ta flirt with my wife.”

Oh.

♡ NANAMI KENTO - A reeeal man

You had your mouth gagged with Nanami’s silky yellow tie, your eyes curling to the back of your head. Jittery hands struggling to find purchase anywhere for dear life—“Mmpf, Ken—!”

And you were just so cute with your wet, puffy folds squeezin’ down on him that Nanami has to force himself to tear his hazy irises away from your cunt. “S’alright, my love.” Cooing, one of his fat thumbs darts up to swipe away the line of sparkly drool seeping from your lips. “Don’t wanna be mean. And I- ngh- don’t wanna be too rough, but…”

But he couldn’t help it.

Oh, ever since the moment he woke up in this very hospital bed after fighting that damned curse Mahito- Nanami Kento couldn’t help himself.

Parched for his dear wife’s pretty pussy when he thought he’d never see you again, he’s just slightly roughened up after Shoko had mended him, as good as new. Able to fuck you as good as new in this sloppy full nelson.

Chiseled pecs heaving, groans claggy.

“Fuck, darling, you’d be lucky if I don’t eat you alive.”

Whining, your back arches as his rugged hands come sliding underneath your knees to tug them all the way up to your tits. Tight. Rude.

His scorching hot breath hits the side of ear in gusts, “I’m- I’m gonna break you, my wife.” Uttering this just as Nanami’s feet plant firmly flat on the creaky bedsprings to shovel his cock deeper. The utter fuckin’ stress of everything that’d happened during battle only making his reddened, ravaged cock oh-so-merciless. “I’m gonna fuck you so had that m’gonna hafta apologize.”

You swear the round, curving edge of his cocktip only grows harder every time he’s remembering - getting angrier. Furiously pumping between your pussylips, it just feels so good to have your calm, sensible husband take it out on your pussy until the toned area of his pelvis is stinging red.

“Ngh– mmm- there.”

And Nanami didn’t know whether he should be proud or shocked at the way that geysering hole of yours only grows wetter. A sticky lather of syrup trickling down his veiny shaft- “You…you like that?”

All you can do is nod- your head falling slightly backwards to hit his strong collarbone, where he takes the opportunity to sweetly kiss the side of your cheek.

Murmuring - more to himself this time than you. “You want it- rough.”

It all happens at once- in one blink of your dewy eyes.

Nanami has your whiny throat caught in one of his big, beefy biceps in a headlock. His ankles looped over yours to smear them even further apart, n’ his large, bulbous cock swinging inside so deep.

And you suddenly have your teary cunt stinging with impact, your tastebuds sizzling at the stretch. “I’m r-really gonna break you, my love.” And yet, he just couldn’t stop himself. He’s rovering his hungry shaft with hard, slamming thrusts. “Really, really…”

Slap after slap.

Even though Nanami’s voice was so very gentle with you, his hips were anything but.

As if he’s slowly regaining his cursed strength and ramming every shred of it into swabbing your sloppy orifice. Letting his hip bones dig deeply into the cheeks of your ass, you’re whining. “M-more!”

“More…?”

“More.” Cheeks still stuffed with the length of his tie, you’re hastily trying to spit it out- just to have him push one of his ringed hands over and squeeze your cheeks. Pushing. Holding you still. And Nanami’s sheer cadence is so hard n’ fast that your legs fall further open like they’re completely boneless. “Want you in like mmm- this.”

Like this?

The metallic clinic bedframe creaks as he only picks up his pace, grunting. “Being all- hah-disrespected like this?” Drilling into you like he was crazed- he’s never been so sloppy, so disoriented, so messy with a pool of precum laying over your folds. He spanks his wedding band on your swollen clit and watches as you squirm. “How does it feel like this, huh?” Tugging rudely on that sensitive nub, “Lettin’ me treat that pussy like a little slut?”

It’s like he’s tightening his restraint on your windpipe and asking you into making your shrilling wails. Goading you to.

“P-please-”

“How does it feel? Goood?”

Your maw splashes a polish of drool down his veiny forearm, your head pathetically airy with bloodrush. All you can whimper are tiny ‘yesses’ and ‘please!’

Voice higher-pitched, breaking. “Don’t say things like that.” Cutting off your rapid breaths as he raises his toned spine to rut n’ rut- “Gonna hafta draw you a long-” His thick veins were throbbing at this point, patterning across every inch inside of you. The towering curves of his body frame twitch as he’s feeling the stress seep away from him. “-loooong bath after this- and the deepest- massage.”

You’re so wet that you’re squirting off a few dribbles of syrupy sap and his precum, shiny in the overhead lights. And he breathes, “And another ring- fuck!”

Oh, with his blond brows furrowed and his glassy gaze blurred at the feeling of your sweet, sweet cunt- Nanami doesn’t waste a single second before striking your sensitive g-spot with a slick thwack!

Repeatedly. Accurately, oh-so-hard with his strength that your teeth are on edge. “F-fuck! There-” Your poor hips are starting to run away from the raw impact, but Nanami can’t bear that-

“Come- come back.” Headlock still in place, you’re being hauled back down until the line of his tawny happy trail nuzzles your back. One more thrash of his weepy divot into your g-spot. Two more. Three more. Four-

And it’s only later that your mind registers the pricking sensation of the charged air around you two. Almost as if your pussydrunk husband was leaking…electricity? No, that couldn’t be. It was more like…

Oh, fuck…your eyes widen. His ratio technique.

He was out of control- and it seems like Nanami is hit with the very same realization. Gasping sharply, “Oh, darling, you are not going to be walking out of this.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Jury Duty

“Now…I don’t get mad, gorgeous.” Oh, but Geto Suguru was fuming - not because you’d messed up your sneaky lil’ mission to collect data from the sorcerers- no.

The very memory makes him slide his glistening fingertips down your raw, leaking slit. Letting off the loudest ringing sluuuurp–! once he’s digging between your puffy folds to squeeze your clit. Humming, “But was it quite so necessary to be that…close?”

He was mad because of just how sweetly you were talking to that nameless assistant that’d tried his best to get your number. Oh, if only Geto could’ve taken care of him right then and there.

“B-but-”

“Was it?” Raising his head, his darkened eyes face your little audience of the rest of his cult members, surrounding the two of you on the tatami mats. “Did you think you could pull a fast one on me?”

Heads bowed, reverent of their leader. Each n’ every one there shivers at his attention- and you don’t even get to hear their answer before he’s kissing his plush lips down the line of your back- holding you firmly still with a hand at your throat once the curve of his cock slips just between your legs.

You’re whining, “No it wasn’t- please!”

“Stay.” Voice deep, tone guttural. He’s clinging on with a clawed hand onto the side of your hips, no matter how much you wrestle and thrash and ache for more- you couldn’t move because of his carnal, strong hold. Not a single inch.

“He was just hck! being nice.”

“And now you can’t stop talking about him, gorgeous?” And Geto knows he’s being unfair. He knows he’s being mean. But the way you just turned so slippery n’ wet once he’s spanking the entrance to your cunt with his reddened, blushing tip makes him only grin. “Guess you’ll just get to talk out of her.”

Geto was silently seething, watching the way your spit-stuck mouth hangs faaaar ajar with every solid inch he slips inside. Sensually, slow enough that your thighs twitch and you can’t do anything but whine once he’s holding you still to rub the fat of his veins against your sweetest spots. Over and over.

“H-heh-” Something in his voice cracks. “Don’t think she even deserves this. Now, do we think she deserves my entire fucking cock, hm—?”

Oh, the low purr in his voice makes both you and the cult shiver- and your popped ears catch a few stray agreements. Geto’s answering tone low in your ear, “You’re lucky they’re being nice~”

But he wasn’t - and before you know it, your boyfriend has one thigh hiked to help take you from behind. The spheroid of his mushroomed tip flared and red-hot lodging straight into your cervix as he sinks in, pushing and pushing and pushing.

He gasps at the slight resistance of your tight hole, “Take it.” Honed fangs snarling, partially-closed eyes locked onto the way slick was gluing your pussylips all sweet n’ together. Your mouth drops as you stare over your shoulder and wonder whether he was even talking to you.

Because his low, breathy tone made it sound like Geto was babbling like never before.

Spitting straight down the glittery slope of your slit so that you whimper. “Can’t hear you, pretty baby. Speak up.”

“Suguru–” Your mouth huffs out, lower lip pushing into a pout. Your eyes criss-cross stupidly once he flinches at the sound of his name on your tastebuds and strikes the spongy layer of your g-spot dead-on- as if it’d just electrocuted him. Slapping down two hands on the side of your hips to haul you deeper down his bludgeoning, split-ended crown. He probes a circular bruise into you, “O-ohhh mmm- s’in so deep-”

“And who said you could speak, gorgeous?”

You’re letting off a whiny shrill, questions building up on your tastebuds. Only for Geto to beat you to it and thwack! his meaty cockhead repeatedly against the splotch of your g-spot until you can’t speak.

Tilting his head towards your spectators with a grin, “Right~? I didn’t say hah- she couldn’t speak, right?” Seemingly nodding, you could feel him lean his weight further down into the base of your spine, pinning you down. “So shut up and take- it-” Punctuating his words with stiff jackhammers that blow your mind. “Let this filthy hole be the one ngh- talking t’me- she’s muuuuch sweeter than you.”

As if he’d just planned it, his flared slit snags on the quivering entrance to your pussy and makes such a saccharine squelch!

“Heh…when she’s not swallowing my fat fucking cock, that is.”

So vulgar.

You’ve never seen him like this- you’ve never had him like this.

Fucking you so deeply into the futon that you’re half-sure the pattern of the tatami below would still be on your front by tomorrow. He wasn’t just pounding away, though- it was hard, precise mazings of his slimy shaft that drove you the most mad. Geto spanks his hips down until it gives a good pummel against your g-spot and wonders whether it might’ve bruised.

“B-but-” Just barely managing to get out of your drivelling mouth before two of his arms loop underneath your own and hoist you halfway upwards. Held up only by his big, beefy biceps, splayed out like such a slut.

He sags his pretty face into the crook of your neck, still driving his hips until the fuzz of his happy trail was scratching you raw. “Still talking, gorgeous?”

“But- wanna-”

“Wanna? Hmmmm…” For a second, Geto looks as if he might just as the rest of his association whether or not you deserved to. And for a second, you expect him to.

But it happens all at once- his wrist reaching out to tilt back your woozy head, his rosy lips puckering, spitting a wadded stream of saliva straight into your half-open mouth.

He’s wrenching shut your jaw and making you swallow—“Clean that mouth out. Talking to hah- bastards.” Absolutely no shame, absolutely no disgust in the way he plants a lecherous slide of his tongue down in a French kiss. Fuck. “Mmm- now you’re mine. Say ‘thank you’, my girl.”

The sheer girth of his length already has you blubbering, mouth moving before your mind. He’s stirring up your insides n’ every ridge until you mewl, “Th-thank you.”

“Good—” The very same hand that was latched onto your jaw now moves to your cheeks, squishin’ them into an embarrassing pout as Geto makes you stare straight at the sprawling audience you two have. Heady. “Now…ask them if you deserve to cum.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Fuck.”

It’s just about the only thing that your poor, twitching boyfriend can say right now.

And as he bruises a roughened hold upon each side of your bouncing hips, echoing in a pant. “F-fuck!” Baritone cracking into something high, he throws his head back into the cushy pillows and ruts just as far as his spine could curvaceously arch.

Mahogany eyes fluttering shut, teary lashes touching his cheek.

It takes the soft, fleeting caress of your fingers gliding across his bangs for Choso to even register that he should open his eyes. And you coo out in a gentle voice, “Is everything alright, baby–?”

“Yes-” Breath hitching, he’s almost immediately back-tracking his answer when your dewy wet folds try to clench ‘round his girth. And the very feeling makes him once more sloppily thrust- “No.” You smile as Choso’s plush lower lips fall into a pout, “N-no teasing, baby.”

Oh, there was something so primal about the way that Choso’s saying it.

Like he’s burning up with red, hot power sizzling underneath his skin. You’re pulling on his hair when he whacks your cervix once and the only thing he can keen is a low–“Harder.” Harder. “No- harder.”

It just isn’t enough, some carnal part of him thinks it might never be enough.

And the only thing that the half-curse can do is channel out a few harder hits, feeling his heart race at how that constant ramming of skin on your skin makes his v-line sting.

“Fuck- nghh-” Your eyes scrunch shut with a few pearly tears at the sultry sensation. Never ever has your boyfriend pounded into you like this, never has he held your drooling cunt hostage while he shoveled his length from the very tip-top of his strawberry divot, bottoming out until he physically can’t anymore. “So good mmm, feels so good, Cho.”

“Yeah? Yeah?” Watching as your puffy core starts squirtin’ out a few sleek ribbons of slick, Choso crinkles his nose and all but begs. “Can- can I go harder then, baby? Please?”

Oh?

He’s never the first to ask to go harder- usually, you are.

And that itself is enough to get you nodding stupidly, your glassy peripherals swirling in unison with his veiny shaft. Stirring in a slight curving gyration inside of your gummy walls before he pulls out and slams all the way back in. Methodical and mean.

“Fuck-” His flared mushroom tip hits the side of your g-spot and Choso drools. “M’not gonna hck! make it out of this alive. What…what is this feeling-”

Before you can even think of answering, he plants his feet firmly flat on the floor and uses the sinful leverage to slide you upwards on his hips. The feeling of your perky clit gliding down his happy trail making the man hiss—Reaching upwards, eyes dilated. “Feels like m’gonna eat you alive.”

Oh…you had an idea what it was.

Something about putting his cursed energy into overdrive during a mission today. And you’re sure that your dear, inexperienced boyfriend was simply stressed from the day.

Unsure how to take it out. Unsure how to do anything but flinch once you’re opening your sweet maw to shrill a few teasing words. “Awww– seemed like you’re under some ngh- stress, baby. Want me to take care of that for you?”

“I said no fucking- teasing-”

Choso looks as shocked as you at those words - apologies ripe on his tongue, cherry-pink lips wobbling adorably as he tries to reel it back in- Only for the weepy hole on top of his swollen crown to pour out a generous load of wadded pre, striking right into the very back of your pussy.

Going harder. Sloppier. And he’s so big that every second has your chin glitter with bubbles of spit.

“O-oh.” And he’s sucking in a shallow breath as if he’d just had an epiphany. Dark brows knitting together, the crevice of his damp mouth opens up to let his pinkish tongue peek through. Carefully grazing his thumb down that lil’ tummy bulge he was fucking into you, “You’re gonna take me like- like a good girl.”

Fuck- you’re so wet by now that the bottom half of his abs were polished with a glittery sheen. Making it sooo much easier for him to slip n’ slide you with his manhandling arms. “A good- ngh-”

“Yeeeeah, exactly that.” And he looks so drunk on that little sentence, a dopey smile playing along his mouth once he presses down on that bumpy, cylindrical outline. Giggling, “H-heh, my good girl. You’re gonna take me, aren’t you, my baby?”

Hands clawing onto the plush curves of his deltoids, you can only throw your head back and let yourself be moved. “Yeah- go on. Have your fun, Cho—”

“My fun. My fun.” Almost as if he couldn’t believe it. The buzz of his powers going into overdrive makes his long, sensitive shaft even more sensitive, rovering down your ridged walls so fast that his delicate veins start throbbing. “That means…I can bend you like this-”

His right hand, so loving n’ soft on your hips- starts arching you back, back, back back- until every ramming kiss of his glazed tip stirs your insides fully.

Until he’s staring at that tummy bulge and watching with such heart eyes, “And- and I can fuck you like this-” Not only were his hips rutting up animalistically, his strong, beefy arms were flexing upon your sides and making you bounce. Milking him. Slouching his toned upper body over to bite on the crook of your neck, “And I can bite-”

With his honed canines nibbling down on your heated skin, Choso’s mouth departs with cracked whimpers every time his tender slit was rubbin’ up on the side of your cervix.

“Please- ngh- please please please-” You’re throwing your head back as his ruby-red tip starts to twitch. Ferally. Every time he slides his velvety length through your walls, he’s striking hard enough that both of you see stars.

And Choso grins–“Can be all r-rough- and this pussy’s still mine.”

So it only made sense that he was going to cream himself inside like it. Like you owned him, he’s circling your hips in a wide semi-circle that makes his veins snag all over the insides of your cunt. Lecherous. Loud.

Choso just can’t stop whining with every splat! of salty white cum that sprays out into your pussy, “Gonna do this again.” Not even slowing. Not even faltering. His pulsating cock is just so big that you can’t even spill all over, just sheathing him in a layer of syrupy white. “Gotta- have to.”

Mewling, “Yes— please- make me cum, baby.”

“Hmm—” And fuck- you’d nearly forgotten just how strong he was. Because in a matter of mere sultry moments, you’re being bent forwards with a powerful hand at your throat. “Only if you spit in my mouth.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - TRUE true form!

Ryomen Sukuna was big - so big that every smash of his dual, blushing tips made you throw your head back and see stars.

And his arms weren’t letting you off easy, either. All four of his bulbous, beefy biceps flexed once he kept his hold on either side of your body- damn near holding you off of the bed in midair as he fucked you like he hated you.

“P-please, how are you so hck! big, Kuna?” You’re whining, your chin splashing with a syrupy bout of saliva. And every tiny twitch of your boneless hips left his bludgeoning shafts travelling straight to the bottom of your pussy.

“P-P-please-” He’s mocking, gruff voice clinging onto the back of your neck like adhesive. You’re just on all fours and shaking like a leaf- “S’that any way to talk to your hah- king, little human?”

“Nooo- but…”

“Shut up and take it then- heh.” Legs boneless, every ricket! of the mattress leaves you wincing at the recoil of his hips. Ramming into yours so hard that you’re sure you have bruises now- his thighs on your own, his abs on your spine, his twin cockheads on the entrance to your womb.

And you have nothing more to say, every other end of your sentence smashed up every time he’d wetly plastering your cervix with a layer of pre. It was so hot n’ hard having him filling up your every tender orifice. “It’s so rough.”

And what else did you even expect?

Cutely asking him not to destroy a few souls- tch, of course he was pent up. Of course, he was seething and taking out every shred of it by clawing down the base of your spine and pushing n’ pushing.

Bottomed out but still half-rutting like it would kill him if you didn’t take any more.

Each lil’ clench of your bubblegum pussy making his black, clawing nails only surge, his muscles ripple even bigger, fangs growing-

“Haaa? What? You want me ta be gentle?” Sukuna purrs, low. And you’re whimpering once you feel the slimy tip of what felt like his second tongue sliiiide down your stuffed slit. “Your king will show you ‘gentle’, brat.”

Mewling, each spank of the velvety underside of his cursed tongue leaves you jolting. Purposefully dragging over his textured tastebuds just so that he could taste every syrupy ounce of you.

And not even clinging onto the aged headboard of the bed and squirming could get him to let up.

Could get him to move even a single inch when he’s alternating between rude bangs of his matching plump crowns into your cervix, and then a glutinous flick of his tongue. Again and again, he was letting it alllll out on you until you’re all bruised and battered on the gooey ends of your pussy.

Sukuna’s only holding you to his broad pecs with two of his hands, the other two drifting down to smear your sheeny thighs open. So, so wide but his toned hips were so bulky that stretchin’ round him made your hamstrings ache.

“You won’t let me fuuuck- consume humans and now you won’t let me consume this?” Both mouths drooling, he greedily gazes at the way each single whack! of his breeder balls leaves your cunt hole trembling n’ geysering. He spits, molten hot irritation. “Spoiled brat…I’m starved.”

“Can’t- hck! can’t help it- it’s so much-”

Spank after spank, he slots his second mouth in a steamy French kiss just where your cunt was quivering with delight. Every geysering slosh of sap streaming down to his greedy throat- “Yeah? Sayin’ that when yer making such a ngh- mess?”

And you were just slobbering everywhere, painting a translucent little puddle underneath you that he’s eagerly lapping up. Probin’ oh-so-stupidly deep that you can only babble, “Y-yes?”

“Tch.”

Oh. Oh.

That sinful little answer of yours makes the King’s tattooed body erupt in goosebumps. And you swear you’re feeling the weight of him press you into the bedsprings even deeper. So feverish, so hot that you blearily snap your head around and drink in the sight of Ryomen Sukuna with horns.

Red, jagged and long.

His true form.

And it was so unfairly sexy, glinting canines snapping at the tendons of your throat. “And ya think you deserve to be messy, hm?” Grinning in such a gone way, he tilts his head as he presses down on the edge of your spine with one knee. Drilling into you like he’s crazed. Out of control. “Think you deserve more?”

“Mmm- can feel you both inside- ngh, both-”

Something in his glowing, crimson eyes was dark- primal. And it was boring at you dead-on once Sukuna splays an open palm of his in front of your face and croons—“Prove it t’me. Spit.”

Your glossy, puckered lips curve into a pout, starin’ at that opened palm of his straight ahead underneath you. Saliva already dribbling down each side of your twitching lips, like he was spearheading you from the other side and pushing it out. You spit-

Only for Sukuna’s second mouth to manifest right at that very split-second on his palm, so that you’re spitting in there instead. “Filthy thing.” And as that great glittery glob disappears between his cursed lips, you don’t know whether he’s talking to you or his mouth. “Want more then, huh?”

And, truthfully, he doesn’t even know if you can handle it.

Doesn’t know if your stretched-out cunt can take any more with his mushy tongue trying to pry apart your core even further. But he wasn’t feeling any ounce of mercy.

Trying to fill you up so much that you’ll be able to feel it even weeks from now, Sukuna’s lengthy nails leave marks all over your waist as he hoists you up even more. Hissing at the way your fingers reach up to graze just the base of his draconic horns.

And the King blushes, he gasps.

“You- you vicious fuckin’ woman.”

You’d just made Ryomen Sukuna stutter.

The roughened thrust that comes next so hard that your eyes are swirling cartoonishly, arms aching where you yearn to touch that part of his true true form.

Holding on while he pounds you like he’s pressing you in to the royal silk sheets, the flatness of his tongue smacks down on the crevice of your pussy. Slipping inside- a third intrusion—“Now you’re really in for it, lil’ human.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - Got milk(ed)?

“This is what you make me, pretty.” And Ino’s tugging whatever’s left of his damn ski mask, he’s bending your legs firmly into a mating press with natural toned strength you didn’t even know he had. “And this is how you’re going to get hah! fucked.”

And just one swipe of his cute, pre-glazed tip would be enough for your boyfriend to be salivating at the mouth. Lips twitching with eagerness as he sinks his heavy shaft inside.

But right now?

Oh, right now he wasn’t even sensually slowing down to listen to your pretty trilling moans. He’s not going easy on you, he’s doing nothing but sheathing his prolonged length whole in a way that makes your woozy eyes tear up.

Lips speckling with drivelling spit as you whine, “Shit-” The doughy heels of your feet find purchase on his slender shoulders, unsure whether you wanted to push or have him stretch you out more more more- “Shit- you’re so big.”

“Gonna cry about it?” He smirks- meanly. And where the hell was your sweet, innocent boyfriend?

The Ino right now was just spanking down a few of his thoroughly ringed digits on your soppy slit, leaving you n’ your quivering cunt seeing stars at the sensation. Stirrin’ around the rotund, bawling edge of his pink crown until he manages to bully all the way into the back of your pussy.

Just barely managing to open your mouth, “O-oh my god- Taku, it feels so- oh!”

“Whaaat–?” And shit- the way his straight nosebridge was crinkling was sexy, looking at you through hazily half-lidded eyes that told you he wanted to devour you whole. “Look at her- just look.”

Ino lets his knobbly fingertips glissade down your folds and latches onto the button of your clit just enough to pull-pull-puuull. Low, gentle voice tinged with something so raspy as he groans, “M’being so meeean to her, making her cry n’ she’ll still mmm- sucking me in, sweetness.”

Truly, you were just so wet that your oversaturated walls were gulping down his every solid inch like you were starved. Filling up every orifice and cranny with his hot, heavy length- “B-because it’s just so good.”

“Is it—?” Ino sighs out, airy and flushed. For merely a split-second before he’s snapping out of it and promptly kneeing apart the insides of your thighs.

Bed creaking in protest when he reels his lean hips back to bring them down with a ringing smack! It’s so loud that it makes Ino’s pelvis sting, his chestnut lashes wring with tears, and he has to gnaw down on his lush lower lip to bite back a few broken whimpers. “Fuck- fuck, don’t you dare make me all pathetic, pretty.”

Mewling, one of his slender hands comes to push your cheeks together in a pathetic lil’ pout. The edges of his frigid rings lacquering with your spit- and the other keeps slithering right between your legs.

Not only was he toying with your clit now - he was circlin’ your cute, rubbery hole. Long middle finger scratching your outer entrance with his bands of metal before shoving its way inside-

“S-still taking me.” And for a lecherous moment there it almost sounds as if he’s just lost himself, it almost sounds like he’s breaking. Before shaking the tawny bangs out of his eyes and snarling down a feral grin. “Pretty hole’s takin’ all of me- wonder if you can take ngh- more, sweetness.”

“Sh-shiiiit–!” Your hands claw red, red lines all down Ino’s sculptured back when you feel the probing push of yet another one of his fingers.

Already stuffed to the brim with his sleek, pummeling cock - and now here he was thrusting in a sloppy cadence of whack-whacking your cervix with his bulbously swabbing tip and tormenting your g-spot with the glides of his digits.

They’re agonizing when they’re stimulating you at the same time, and the only thing you can do is throw your head back and listen to the noisy squelches and slurps. Moaning, you claw at his dextrous wrist as he spanks a third fingerpad on your slope. “Another- oh, fuck!”

Pushing and pushing

Ino groans huskily at the snug resistance when all three of his fingers can’t poke around- brows scrunching, tongue sticking out.

He looked drunk and gone by the time he’s hissing out a sharp breath and flipping the two of you over. And oh- oh, this position was ideal.

Because not only did it give him the heavenly view of your thighs spread all open n’ straddling his hips to ride him- but it also let him dip his creamy fingers down and rub them all over your geysering cunt. Bullying them the entire way inside up to his mountainous knuckles because enough is never enough.

“Fuck- oh.” Ino tumbles his head back once he’s hearing the sappy plop! of your dripping pussy gobbling up his second finger. Entire body twitching at the feeling of his chilly ring digging in- “Pretty, pretty- I can’t do this anymore I hck! need it—”

Your lips quirk up into a smug smile, hips hitting down with a slam of clammy skin sticking onto skin. And he can only half-rut, savage and angrily pumping his cock. “Aww, already, Taku?”

“Yes. Yes.” He’s begging by now. Pleading. This little roleplay you’d begun, now starting to completely switch when he had you on top like this ready to milk his swollen, reddened cock dry.

Such a pretty coral pink at his tip, and it matches the innocent blush on Ino’s hollow cheeks once he’s guiding one of your hands up to choke him. Gurgling out, “I want you to be angry at me now, sweetness.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Mercy.

“Th-this is where you’re weak, right?”

And the strongest’s voice cracks.

Gojo utters out a rough breath as he catches his thumb on that designer blindfold of his dangling ‘round your neck and plasters you against his tensely glissading abs. The tip of his cock driving between your wet, aching folds, he’s jerking you up just enough to push his reddish crown into your g-spot with a splat!

“O-oh please mmmm–” Your mouth parts with a ribbon of sleek spit, tumbling out in a heap into the pillow lodged underneath your face. “There- right there, Satoru!”

“There- there.” You’re hearing him raspily utter from behind, each pant higher and more broken than the last. With your back arched oh-so-deliciously, he’s hiking up one of his meaty thighs to pin to the side of your hips and pump even deeper- “There?”

Oh, he knew it was there.

He’s rubbin’ his swollen, veiny shaft all over your sweetest areas like a massage. He was mean. And you’re crying out the cutest lil’ whines that only make him bite back a sleazy grin. “Such a good, tight pussy takin’ me- h-heh, so good taking me, sweetheart. So good…”

“S-so rough.” Your hazy peripherals whirl in circles ‘round the whites of your eyes, brows scrunching with every thwack! of his honed, chiseled v-line striking the cheeks of your ass. “It’s so much- ngh.”

And the only response that Gojo’s overheated body can think of is to twist his large fingers into the jostling fabric at your neck to pull you further backwards. Your breath stutters damply, chest heaving.

He didn’t care. He was going hard. Hissing swiftly in your ear, “If you think this is too much maybe I should knock you up then, my wife.” Something in the cloyingly sticky air crackles - power, raw need - as he snickers to himself. “Should I—? Should I knock you up like they say?”

They: those damn elders.

He wasn’t just irritated after that ambushed meeting on damn Gojo heirs - he was furious.

The very reason that Gojo hadn’t made two steps past the door to your shared penthouse before he’s practically dragging you to the bedroom. Shoving his heavy, aching cock inside until you were full, full, full-

“M-maybe you should.” You’re blubbering out through the primal mewls ripping through your throat, just another one of his jackhammers rendering you stupid. Almost instant the way he slimily grazes his bulbous tip down to whack the entrance of your cunt.

And Gojo seethes— cheeks angrily ruddied, spit flying in glittery flecks. “I should?”

“Yes mmm- please.”

“I…should?”

It’s not a question - it’s a realization.

The clammy pads of his fingers shake unstably, his touch zaps you with cursed energy, movements sensually languid- almost like Gojo doesn’t even register what his hefty body is doing right now. Almost like he doesn’t even acknowledge that he’s toeing his left foot upwards to plant it down on the crown of your scalp until he’s looking down at his pretty, pathetically drooling wife and gasping.

“Oh. Oh.” The red n’ full cock speared inside of you twitches, so big that he swabs all your each sultry, shrouded nook and cranny . “You don’t know how haaah- badly it pissed me off, my girl. Wanted to purple hollow all those fuckers.”

Your hands fist the silk of the pillowcase now sticking to you like adhesive, hips squirming restlessly- he was so fast that the back of your ass was raw with the texture of his pale happy trail. “Wh-what did?”

“Hearin’ them talk about an heir. Hearin’ them talk about you ngh- pregnant.” He snarls, heel pressing down with slight force that makes all the blood rush from your melty mind straight down to your dripping pussy. He’s fucking you like he hates you. “When really I’m your husband-”

As he speaks, the slick curve of his cockhead snags on your bundle of nerves. Your husband’s Six Eyes working overtime when he’s watching - mouth ajar, gaze half-lidded - as his lengthy shaft impales your gummy walls and drives riiiight into your womb. Precisely.

Gojo blushes at the x-ray vision, “-and I get to make my wife pregnant when she wants.”

They wanted a Gojo heir, they’re going to get one.

With your thighs shaking, breaths heaving- before you know it, he’s timing a direct three hits from your cute lil’ g-spot n’ barreling straight into your womb. And it makes you cum.

Long, vein-covered length barely even pulling out - Gojo feels your walls clench around his thick girth and he’s only half-rutting.

“That’s it- that’s it that’s it that’s it-” You can hear the pure crazed smile in his husked tone, the edges of his rosy lips twisting with every adorably pulsing ba-thump! of your cunt. Faster. Harder. He was wincing with each recoil of his sloppy strokes, unable to even bear being separated from the syrupy depths of your pussy. “Take it- take it like good girl-”

“I-it’s shoooo—” Left so helpless by the merciless way he was pounding you through your high, your mouth was slurring out bubbles of spittle after each second strike. “-so much- hck! So much.”

“More. Yeah, you’re gonna take more, my girl.” He can’t help but memorize the shocked lines of your face and giggle. Octaves higher. Movements filthier. Running a hand down to toy with your clit, “You’re gonna be filled up to the briiim.”

And usually Gojo would’ve rubbed the soft, velvety tips of his fingers on your sensitive nub in hearts. Maybe even his name, teasingly. Usually.

But he didn’t have the patience for that right now.

Right now, he was twisting his touch onto where you were most swollen and pinching your clit. Hard. Power sparking like some lewd bullet vibrator.

All that it takes for him to throw his head back and finish off in such a raw, primal way all up inside of your cunt. And you’re not even sure if Gojo registers it - whether he even feels himself cum, because he’s still drilling away like he’s addicted.

Bed dipping at the force of his blows, sheets staining pure white with the slippery sheen of seed that glues down your thighs. Toes curling, it’s only when you’re sniffling back a tear of overstimulation that Gojo snaps his head down to catch the pearly ribbon of cum escaping your geysering folds—“Need to get you pregnant. Need to- more.”

“What?”

You’re so wet that it feels like a damn waterfall down there, and your husband only glides his knobbly thumb down to plug every sappy, ivory ounce back into your hole. “More, my girl.”

The air bristles with charged atoms as he swerves his slender hips just right to push the knotted cobwebs of cum accurately against your womb. Every part of him charged, every part of him still powerful and fuming.

Whining, your knees buckle as if you were unsure whether you wanted to run or hit your hips back. Again and again.

And Gojo’s voice still shakes as he clings a hand onto the side of your birthing hips to manhandle you further down to him. Unable to escape. “You didn’t think you’re h-heh- getting off easy…mama?”

♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Mrs. CEO

“I have never seen a CEO this clumsy-” Higuruma’s deep, drawling voice speaks over the haze of your nth high of the night. Thin lips twitching as he takes in the sight of you sprawled on top of your own office desk, shuffling over so many important documents. “-ma’am.”

But oh, he couldn’t go easy on you just yet. Not when you had so much work to do.

And it’s why he’s shuffling his polished shoes further in a step backwards, tongue flicking out to lick his lips as he smeeears the layer of his cum sticking to your cunt like glue.

Grumbling, “Forgetting the most important hah- meeting of the day. I should report you.” Formal office pants still on, the dangling metal piece of his belt kisses the right cheek of your ass and makes you hiss. Rubbing your gummy walls raw on the slick, winding patterns of his veins.

And it’s just so wet with all your sappy syrupy and his, travelling down to where you’re rubbing your thighs together. “Are you complaining, hm?”

Spank! Spank! Spank!

Three exact swats of his rude hands slamming down on the teary crevice of your slit, Higuruma makes sure to angle his strikes just right so that he can feel the way your clit just quivers. “Watch that pretty mouth, angel.”

And he’s moving so agonizingly, just torturing you with the curve of his mushroomy tip bulldozing straight near your g-spot.

Never quite hitting it, never quite missing.

Right up until you throw your head back with a wail and keen–“Please.” Swervin’ your hips back in lecherous figure eights that damn near gets the man above you hypnotized. “M’sorry, Hiromi.”

Spank!

A hand on your throat- “No, you’re not.” One more to pinch n’ tug on your oversensitive clit until you feel all raw, you’re seeing stars every time he rolls his hips to play with your dripping pussy just right.

“You n’ this filthy hole need me to ngh- finally fuck some sense into you, riiight–? Finally stop that pretty lil’ head from being filled with just cock?”

You don’t know if you’re nodding, you don’t know if you’re sobbing- but before you can register it, Higuruma’s hiking his capped knee up onto the desk so hard that it rattles. Nearly stepping on the base of your spine just to arch you perfectly.

Whining, “O-ohhh mm- jus’ that deep.” The new angle makes him stretch you open so wide that every splash of buttery white cum slips out of your entrance like a waterfall. Your pussy struggling to suck in his sheer size into your hot insides, “Fuck me- oh, yes, fuck me.”

“S’what I’m doing, silly angel.” The vice-like restraint on your throat is mean, and Higuruma’s tone is even meaner. Cooing- but he’s dragging you by the neck upwards to look directly into his eyes as he sliiiides his lengthy, scorching cock inside and out. “Or are you already that ngh- stupid on my cock, hm?”

So deep, so fat that he can’t even help if the vein-covered sides of his shaft brush up against your sweetest spots by mistake.

Hips papping back into his, “More.” Cloying layers of seed saturate your innards so much, and you’re so sensitive that every honed thrust makes your knees weaken. “S’more, Hiro, c’mon.”

And the worst part was that your personal assistant’s pinning you with his weight and holding you there to watch you struggling and squirm. Slimy, erect cockhead driving right into the target of your lil’ nerves like he’s addicted to that very spot, “You’ll take what you’re given.” He tilts his head with a smile, “Why don’tcha get some work done, sugar?”

Oh.

You could barely even pick up the pen let alone sign off on important contracts like you were supposed to be doing right now.

And yet, every time your poor, boneless wrist showed signs of faltering, Higuruma would grit his teeth and painfully slow down his cadence. Each time he lazily rubs just the large, rotund curve of his cocktip on your g-spot, watching as you jerk your hips back for more-

Spank! Spank!

Massaging two direct swats on the flooded slope of your pussy, “Fuck! This tight little hole really can’t stay that hck! long without me?” Loosening his tie still on him, “She’s even worse than you, angel.”

And he’s milking himself on you- punishing your cunt with the most lecherous drags of his sloppy shaft. Each time you feel him enter past the door to your womb, you can only throw your head back and bite down on the velvety fabric of his damn office tie.

“H-hck! Please- gonna—” Muffled, your handwriting’s gone astray on whatever document it is by now. “So close-”

Tapping his chin as he pretends to think, “Hm, I’ll let you cum-” And before a gorgeous smile could even start to light up your face, before you can even breathe, Higuruma’s crowning your sweaty scalp with one hand and pushing you to further lay on the mahogany desk. Drooling in such a heaping puddle right then n’ there, “If you can use those fuck! awful manners n’ say ‘please’...”

“Please.”

“Louder.”

“Please-”

Purring, “Can’t hear you, ma’am—”

And you were so far gone that your irises are turning clockwise in circles inside of your eyes, mouth overspilling with a glittered polish of drool and whimpers.

You thrash your hips up higher on the table, “Please-” Batting your lashes just how you knew he was weak for. “Pretty please, baby.”

Oh- that did it.

That did it.

Because with a final one-two-three more vulgar strokes pumped into your puffy, sopping wet pussy, it isn’t just you hitting your high - it’s Higuruma, too.

Your stern, sensible personal assistant who slams the chiseled upper half of his body the minute he feels your melty walls clenching and heaves. Meaty quads shaking with every wiry ribbon of cum he departs, letting the goopy mess fill up your cunt to the maximum.

Gasping- “Fuck, look what you did. L-look.”

And for a second you’re so disoriented by your own white-hot flashes of bliss that you barely even hear what he’s saying. In your own little reverie until you’re hit with a spraying splat! of something near your shoulder.

Blinking, you’re turning behind you and noticing that Higuruma Hiromi was crying tears of overstimulation.

Crying.

“S’all your fault, angel.” Your thighs quake with each bout of your high, and just that tiny squeezing motion was enough for him to bead out another thin trail of tears. Milking himself. Your pussy’s holding him hostage until he’s nearly dry, only wrenchin’ out a few pearly knots of seed. Emptied out.

So lazy and feverishly drunk that he reaches over to softly kiss the matching wedding ring on your hand, “Next time you’re not missing another meeting with me, my wife.”

A/N. OO I NEEDA WRITE HIGURUMA’S ONE LONGER

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BAD INFLUENCE

Synopsis. Summer’s in heat and so are you - luckily, your aIpha knows just how to…help.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!oméga!reader, aIpha!JJK men, OMÉGAVERSE AU, heats, knots, size kínks, matíng presses, they go FÉRAL, pheromones, spítting, chokíng, GOJO’S POWERS, true form Sukuna, dp, tummy buIges, creampíes, p talking, bréeding, losing control, best friend!Choso, matíng bites, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. OvuIation has me like this…

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Mr. Milkman

“O-oh my, mmm, Toji-”

“Quiet.” He’s swallowing down his parched throat, staring down at you through the gaps of his dark bangs- on all fours, your trembling hips rut back mindlessly into his.

Sluggishly - almost hypnotized - Toji’s nodding his head down to take a sniff of those sweet, sweet pheromones of yours. Just a tiny puff before his body’s acting on pure, primal instinct- slamming every lengthy, vein covered inch of his until he’s thumping the bottom of your core.

Your heat was driving him crazy. His beefy arm curling ‘round your neck, nose pushing into your throat-

You find yourself sobbing out cutely, “Yes- yes, please mo-”

“More?” Toji doesn’t even let you finish. And if you were in any better state of mind, you’d be marvelling at the way his low, gruff baritone was breaking near the very end. At the way he could only plaster the reddened tip of his shaft against your walls and gasp—“M-more?”

Oh, now you’ve done it.

Now you were making him tighten his hold, a warm puddle of drooling splashing out of your mouth n’ all down his veiny forearm. “More, huh?” And there’s something dangerous to his tone. Something dark. Unsteady. “I’ll give you f-fuck- more.”

And before you can even register those words within your melty mind, he’s using the leverage to slam your trembling body to his-

“So much more you won’t be able to take it, doll.”

He meant it- oh, your poor, overly-stuffed cunt’s finding out just how much he meant it.

Because then Toji’s fucking you into the dampened sheets like an animal- fast. Hard. He’d been rough before, but never like this - like he’d die if he couldn’t feel the velvety ridges of your sweet innards.

Low grunts slipping after each swat of his geysering orifice, knees spreading even wider on the creaky bedsprings to feed your dripping pussy with his veiny measurement.

He pushes a hand down at the base edge of your spine and grins at the way it makes your irises stupidly whirl—“Tch, s’this it? Is this what you wanted, needy thing?”

“O-ohhh just like that.” You’re mewling, hands fisting into the silken sheets when he’s surging his hips after the recoil of each thrust. Chasing your cunt. “Yeah- just like mm–”

Toji grunts, “This enough for my girl’s slutty pussy-” One of his raven brows raise as he’s taking in just how utterly wet you were with your heat, extra layers of your slick ringing around his hilt. “-or d’you still want fuck- more, needy lil’ omega?”

Your cute lower lip wobbles and he already knows the answer- hell, he’s fucking the answer out of you just as soon as he realizes.

A large, callused hand swats down on the slippery slope of your pussy with a snicker. So hard that a slimy squelch! rings in his ears like music, “Speak up. Tell me what your heat wants.”

“Ngh- I want-” Your back arched at the warm contact of his thigh hiking up, pressing to the side of your bouncing hips to stop you from squirming. Every maddening thrust just had you so stupid that you can’t even string together a coherent sentence at this point. “I want- fuck…”

And the next few pretty noises you’re letting off aren’t from your gaping mouth - they’re from your sopping wet pussy.

Just the loudest, most lecherous slurps each n’ every time he’s opening up your every nook and cranny.

Toji has to nibble down on his scarred lips to prevent himself from whining- “O-ohhhh, I get it.” You swear you hear his lips depart with a husky giggle - a giggle. And Toji can’t help but urgently lick off the honeyed glaze of your slick all over his digits, extra sweet now. He roams them back down for yet another spank. “This heat has you hah- talking t’me from here, huh?”

Another three strikes, and another few gluey squelches.

He’s sticking the pads of his fingers against your cunt and watching as you jolt at the raw stimulation, whimpering. “T-Toji it feels so-”

“Ah ah-” Ah, for a second he’s wondering whether he’s teasing his poor girl too much- but then he’s whiffing in more of your heady scent and shit- what was he thinking about again? “If m’gonna be used for my ngh- cock, doll, I wanna talk to the lady in heat.”

Cock so, so swollen that he has to swerve his hips ever-so-slightly to bully all the way inside, your pheromones so hypnotic that every where he touched left utter bruises.

You were making him lose control.

You were making him gulp in a looong lungful of your clouded pheromones before he’s tumbling his head back and fighting for his damn life not to cream your insides already. Feeling just a pearly bead of cum escape the end of his shaft, “F-fuck, she’s gonna be the fucking death of me.”

“What are you–” You’re starting out, before flinching at the splat-splat-splat of something all wet trickling down the middle of your spine.

Snapping your head around and oh- the vision you’re seeing is something so effortlessly sexy.

He’s never been like this.

Toji- with his head lowered near your scent glands, chiseled abs tensed, darkened eyes glittered with tears. They’re travelling in a thin line down his cheeks and splashing onto your back, “Toji are you o- fuck!”

“Don’t you fucking ask if I’m okay, doll.” Oh, he’s seething. Leaned in close so your fever’s catching onto him in full effect, every ragged breath of his punctures with a harsh thrash near your g-spot. “Don’t you- fuck, look at her n’ ask if I’m okay-”

Mindlessly, your head lolls down to watch as he slides in n’ out of your folds relentlessly. Your pussy bulging wiiidely agape, struggling to take in his sheer size.

And Toji’s thighs tremble as he’s groaning, “Begging to be filled up- begging to milk me dry. This omega’s begging to be bred by me, and you think I’m okay?” Jade peripherals dilated, canines honed, he was gone. “S’what you want, right?”

The circular divot on top of his mushroom tip pushes against your sweet spots and you scream, “Yes- yes yes yes-”

“Shush, doll- can’t hear…” Trailing off, Toji grows quiet- well, as quiet as he can be when he’s making you squeal out after each jackhammer. “Oh…y’know what she’s saying now?”

“What?”

“Mmm—” Manhandling your head to splay out across his collarbone, he’s pointing straight inside his mouth. Grinning, “Spit in my mouth if ya wanna hear the answer, omega…heh.”

And it’s not difficult - not even a bit when you’re slobbering out pathetically with every tiny graze of his veiny cock. Hitting his ripe, pink tongue dead-on-

“She says–” Gasping once he’s lazing down his sloppy cadence just enough to make you feel the thick, swollen curve surrounding his base. So round and girthy that it was making your knees weaken - his knot. “-we’re havin’ a daughter this time, doll.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - DILF!

“Kento, are you-”

“No no–” Comes his breathy answer, and you’re catching the way that Nanami’s bass hitches with each slip n’ slide of his cherry-red tip between your folds. “I’m quite alright, darling.”

And oh- you’ve known your husband long enough to tell when he’s lying.

Known him long enough to feel the way that his geysering shaft plumpens up inside of you, the shaky muscles of his thighs gluing to yours. Nanami drinks in another breath of your heady pheromones and thinks he can feel a part of his sanity genuinely splinter-

“O-on second thought…” He gulps, slightly-quivering fingerpads pushing up on the metal frames of his glasses. “-your heat might be affecting me a bit-” And you’re making his poor, husky tone break when you clench, temples glistening with a thin line of perspiration. “-more than expected.”

Your hands wind their way around his broad shoulders with a pout, “You can go rough all you want, y’know?”

“My love, you’re just talking out of your heat-”

“I want you to go rough.” And oh fuck- oh, you knew every single one of his weaknesses. From the way that he’s gasping at the slight pout of your lips, to the shuddering of his fat, bulging mushroom tip when you whinily add—“Please?”

And Nanami’s big - more than big. He’s so prolonged n’ girthy with his shaft that it usually takes him hours to be able to bottom out, to even dare to try.

But right now with your heat, all it takes is a singular, solid slam for his tawny happy trail to scratch your poor clit raw. For him to glue the pointed end of his shaft against the sponge of your cervix and draw a loooong glissade down, “Fuck fuh-fuck–!”

“Mmmm just like that-” You’re blubbering out, thighs thrashing when he’s starting to push a sensual, loving massage of his veined length. “Harder, Ken.” Too teasing that the only thing you can do is claw your way down to one of his wrists and mewl- “Harder.”

“But-”

And you knew he was being the sweetest. You knew it would make him break when you’re letting off a scorching breeze of your pheromones, watching in real time as it makes his pupils dilate.

You’re tucking in one of his thick fingertips past your swollen folds, feeling the startling cold of his wristwatch - still on - make your outer pussy gush with saturated slick. “D-do you not want to-”

“Never think like that.” He huffs, he pants and that only makes the primal whirling of his head even worse. Slightly ragged. Slightly out of control.

Nanami’s kneeing your thighs apart from his previously romantic missionary position into something lecherous that’ll have his slimy cockhead rovering the deepest. Banging the curvy end of his shaft dead-on into your most favorite spot until you’re seeing stars, “You don’t- you don’t know what this scent- this pussy does to me-”

A smug smirk starts tugging at the corners of your spit-glossed lips, and you can feel your scent glands beginning to heat up once more. “Oh, really—”

“Don’t-” Barely even able to let off a single cloud of murky pheromones before a sudden, engulfing hand comes slamming down on your throat so that he can squeeze. “Don’t you- fuck!” So he can cover up your scent- at least, that’s what it was meant to be, but in reality Nanami’s using that rude hold to manhandle your entire body to slam back into his.

Rougher. Harder.

His leaky tip probes into every one of your battered orifices until you’re left speechless, gasping at the sheer force makin’ all the air depart from your lungs.

“You want your alpha, don’t you?” He spits into your open mouth, and you can only gape because your husband’s never talked to you like this. “Wan’ me to haaaa- fuck this pretty pussy through your heat?” Never hiked his powerful knee up until he could pin down one side of your restless inner thighs with it. “Well you have no idea how you make me- ngh- lose my mind.”

And Nanami Kento, usually so put-together, couldn’t stop babbling from now on.

He’s leaving half-moon nailmarks down the side of your throat, “Have no idea how rock-fucking hard you m-make me.” Twitching so hard inside of you that the sensitive line of his slit engraves into the roof of your pussy, “Have no idea how I hck! ran all the way from the fucking office here.” He did - the very second you’d called him, right in the middle of his work day. Ran out, in fact. “And it m-makes me wanna…”

Your chin is positively glittered with drool at this point, and you can only whine—“Wh-what…?”

Your husband shakes the blond tresses out of his clammy forehead, like that will help clear his mind. “N-no, forget about it, darling I—” Only for all that work to be undone by a single clench of your gooey, circular-shaped insides. A single slip of his hands on your glands and he’s gasping, “-fuck! Wanna get you pregnant.”

And you don’t know whether it’s your heat driving him mad or simply you.

The way your skin burns up twofold with high temperature, heels locking at the dimples homed on the base of his spine to pull.

All your mind was craving, “Please- want- ngh- want it.” Eyes tearing up in an adorable way you’d definitely be embarrassed about if this way any time but now, your scent screams need and that makes him salivate. “Unless you don’t-”

“You’d be pregnant with our tenth kid n’ even then I’m hah- gonna fuck you stupid, my silly omega.” The straight edge of his nose bridge crinkles in amusement. Head tilted, Nanami smiles down through half-lidded eyes as you’re taking up every solid thwack! Every grind. Every spurt of dewy wet pre, “The only thing I ever want is my pretty lil’ wife ngh- all round and glowing with my seed.”

And before you can even blink your tear lathered lashes, he has his hand teasin’ your drivelling cunt. Hard. Sloppy. You swear the tint of his hazel irises only grow carnally darker when you’re pouring out around him.

Thumbing down the crevice of your pussylips before pressing deeply on your clit- one hand driving you crazy, the other interlacing with yours so that he can bite down into your left ring finger. “So stop thinking stupid things and jus’ open up oh- reeeeal wide f’me- fuck.”

It’s so much- only one, two, three straight barrels of his ruddied tip until you’re crashing into your high. Taking over you like a wave - and just as wet, you’re hiding your eyes in the back of your head and squirting.

Mouth ajar, pussy quivering.

Thick, translucent splashes straight onto the lines of his toned hips. Formulating such a steaming hot puddle that clings onto your thighs in a sheen, shit, he has to stop himself from craning his head down to taste-

Nanami’s prominent Adam’s apple bobs with a swallow, “Fuck…” Roaming his tips to stir the lines of his veins across your sweetest spots, so good that it makes your toes curl- “Fuck. You’re lucky if we stop at ten kids, my love. ”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Drunk-daze…

“Mmm–” Geto’s mouth glues onto your clit after each sodden kiss, amethyst eyes barely even visible through his unruly bangs. “Yer even sweeter when you’re in hah- heat, gorgeous.”

And so much wetter, too- a gush of your slick streams down the side of his chin and leaves your inner thighs all flooded.

You can only clench your legs ‘round his sweaty scalp and whimper with every flick of his slimy, rovering tongue. He’s slipping them between your folds and lapping up every milky ounce of cum you have leaking out of you from all those hours before, oh-so-filthy. “Please- ngh- want-”

And he’s finding the way your hips buck up uselessly so cute- not that he’d admit it out loud, of course.

Sniffing out a chuckle, “Wha’s thaaaat?” The way he blinks his dark lashes up at you is almost hypnotic, pussydrunk. “Open that pretty mouth and use it for me, omega.”

He knew - oh, he knew what you wanted so badly.

He could smell the pheromones dripping from you, the way your gorgeous eyes were all glassy with need. Every tiny slip n’ slide of his expanding tongue inside your hole only making you want more more more- you were still in heat.

“Want- please-”

And Geto’s teasing with the way he’s languidly getting up to hover over your jostling body. Fat, knotted cock spanking down between your plump pussylips, exactly thrice. Geto seeps out his own calming jasmine scent as he’s rubbin’ your clit with the swollen base of his length.

Watching your sloppy hole wink up at him and crave the stretch, “Heh- m’only here to serve. Tell me what you ngh- want, gorgeous—”

Your mouth sticks together slightly with a few syrupy strands of saliva as you flap them open, starting—“Sugu, I-I want- oh, fuck.”

You can’t tell him - you can’t even breathe once he’s waiting just long enough that your whiny voice is beginning to babble- and then pushin’ the curvaceous ends of his cock inside with all his might.

Inside, swabbing his way until your slicked walls bulge.

It’s tight - hot. Your swollen folds are pried apart around the sheer circumference of Geto’s mushroomy tip, and the only thing he has half the mind to do is throw your legs over his shoulder to rut and rut and rut-

“Whoops.” Your boyfriend has the audacity to giggle - giggle, only stopping once he’s registering the sour stubborn scent of your pheromones. Apologetically thumping the flared ridge of his crown right against the roof of your cunt, it’s enough to have you shrilling. Tone lilted, “My heh- mistake. Promise I’ll be nice, tell me now- still in heat, hm?”

As if to prove his point, he’s slowing down just barely enough that the mazing direction of his shaft stops short of your g-spot. Where you wanted him the most. Croaking out in a panic, “Ye- mmmpf-”

But, of course, Geto Suguru was never that nice.

“Hmmm…don’t talk.”

In just mere sultry nanoseconds, he has your mouth stuffed with two of his lengthy fingers, your cunt overfilled with his cock. Bottomed-out. And yet, still pushing like he wanted that weepy hole of yours to remember his exact measurements-

Spitting.

Twice - once straight into your mouth, and the second time a great, glittering dollop against your cunt. “No need to when you just wanna be mmm fucked, don’t you?” Geto’s spitting out in pure raw hunger against your sensitive ear lobe. Jamming the doughy crowns of his fingertips in circles along your cheeks, in sensual unison with the circular motions of his rummaging cockhead. “Isn’t that all you ngh- want? Isn’t that what this fiilthy fucking pussy’s been beggin’ for?”

Hissing out ravaged whispers every time the globular end of his cockhead thumps your g-spot. Geto turns his head and gnaws down on the shell of your ear just because he’d already bitten you all over your glands.

“Fuh-fuck, Suguru- more- gimme more…”

“More?” Almost open-mouthed, staring at your fucked-out expression, you’re releasing such sweet, sweet pheromones that make the knot homed on his cock swell. That makes him gasp, shiver. “If you want more then take it, gorgeous.”

“Sugu-”

“C’mon.” Urging you with his sinful hips, he’s just so prolonged in his size that every shovel of his solid inches makes your eyes roll. It’s like he’s never-ending. “S’that all you can do?”

And you might be desperate, but he’s gone.

All but melting his toned body on top of yours, the ridges of his abs glissade down your front and Geto keens once your hands claw greedily down his core. “Tch- harder now. Harder- I thought you were in heat, omega.”

Fingers digging in so hard that it’s almost like you’re trying to draw blood. “I-I am.”

“Yeah right.” Nostrils flared, reddened cock furious each time he swipes it down the entrance to your womb. And teasing you was the only thing that kept him from fucking whimpering- “As if you can even handle this big stretch.”

Your breath hitches humidly, and you’re not sure whether it’s the heat or the pure yearning after the way his thick, throbbing kisses your treacly cunt. “I can handle it.”

“Oh yeah? Say it then.”

“What do you-”

“Say it-” Geto croons, head tilted down with such a sleazy smile. Smug. But you catch the way that the ends of his rosy lips twitch, the way his dark brows furrow, the way his strawberry divot spurts. “-say you want that hck! biiiig stretch, gorgeous—”

“I want it-”

Scoffing, “Want what?”

And he’s not just fucking you until your eyes swirl in pathetic circles- he’s slamming the curve of his rotund knot. Making sure to grind it in a way that just grazes your clit, “Say it f’me~”

Maddening.

“Big- ngh-” Mewling, “Want that big stretch-”

“Stretch her out for me, hmmm–” Toying, he can only watch as your trembly fingerpads smear open your pussylips. Aching for more, your thighs twitch at the way his knot was pushin’ and pushin’ trying to fit, the girth so big- “Now how about you say ‘pretty please-’”

And you can’t take it anymore.

Before you know it- before Geto knows it, you’re saddling your heels into around his lean spine and flipping the two of you over. Slamming him down by his muscular shoulders, shovelling his proud knot right inside like you were going to wring him dry-

“O-oh.”

Ah, you made the proud alpha stutter. Puffing out something raw from the end of his throat- eyes widening. Breath catching. Cock flinching as he’s shocked.

He can only watch as the glazed, cherry-pink spheroid of his tip pushes past your entrance and slips all the way back down. And you swear the infamous Geto Suguru whimpers, you swear he’s smiling. “Ch-choke me, gorgeous?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Knotty boy?!

You were riding Choso crazy, you were riding him dry n’ the only thing he can do is cling on helplessly to the bouncing sides of your hips. Spit drivelling between his unfastened maw after each bounce, “Fuck- fuck! Baby, I don’t know if I even can-”

“But m’not done yet, Cho— ” You’re cooing, brushing away the chestnut strands of your best friend’s bangs. He’d agreed to help you through your heat- and here he was, fucked-out and blushing.

Throwing his head back every time the rovering edge of his tip pushed against your womb, Choso’s chasing your cunt with his toned v-line. Letting the insides of your thighs squish his pelvis, “Please-”

“Hmm—?” You cock your head just as soon as he’s dredging up one of your hands with both of his own. Guiding it all the way up to his clammy neck- “Please, what, baby?”

You don’t even have to do it for him - Choso’s tightening your pretty hands ‘round his neck and letting you choke him. Drunken eyes whirling inside the whites of his eyes, he’s breathing in the air of your pheromones and it’s enough to make his plump knot throb. “Please- please, use me then.”

Oh- oh, his nose is just so sensitive to your heat. To you.

And the only thing you have to do is throw your head back to bare your scent glands- to let a murky puff of it reach his lungs, and he’s cumming.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” Husky voice strangling in his throat, it’s all Choso can do to smear his meaty thighs further open and hit your sponged cervix. Letting the puckered, weeping hole at the end of his shaft plaster against the bottom of your pussy and flood.

In long, creamy swipes of his cock that leave your walls all bruised n’ battered. He’s milking himself on your cunt, trying with all his might to bead out every ounce inside of his balls.

But there was only one problem-

“Cho—” You’re gasping, once his orgasm didn’t feel as sloppy as usual. It’d been hours now, and Choso had always loved to make such a mess that would leave your entrance overspilling for minutes. And yet, now…“Did you just cum dry?”

“No-”

Yes.

He did, and it makes his dark, dewy peripherals glisten with a hot welling of tears. “No, nghhh- no no no no- ” With one hand creeping down to cup his aching hot hilt and help rut upwards. “M’such a hck! useless alpha.”

You’re cooing, “Awww- don’t say that-”

“But I am.”

And he couldn’t be- he won’t be. All those days and nights dreaming of having you, his pretty lil’ best friend, like this would be for nothing if he couldn’t even help you through your damn heat.

With your sweetened scent thoroughly fogging up his mind, Choso’s fingers twist into a few cursed shapes- and suddenly you’re feeling the air between your sheened thighs buzz. You’re feeling it crackle with cursed energy.

But more importantly, you’re feeling him harden. Gasping at the way that his red, bulging tip was now more than rock-hard, Choso’s prolonging his rovering cock so much that it was painful. “Oh, baby, don’t tell me…”

“Blood manipulation technique.” He’s giggling, thick lashes fluttering with every push of his hardened shaft into your springy insides. His mushroomed cockhead recoils from the back of your cervix and Choso almost whimpers at the loss of contact- just that pussydrunk. “It’s my duty, I hafta ngh- fill her up. Make her t-take my knot.”

Oh, he was going to have you so stuffed with all his cum that it was going to form a puddle right there on top of him.

And Choso’s already swiping away the glistening stripes of your slick spilling down his abs, pumping it back in with a free thumb between your folds.

“Come on-” Panting. Heaving in your scorching scent. Bullying the fattened curve of his digit past your first ring of muscle, you’re letting off such shrill whines every time you’re hitting your pussy down to meet his touch. “Come on come on- take me. Use me.”

The mere words are enough to have your heat flaring up twofold, the tastebuds on your tongue sizzling with saliva after each impact of his veiny cock. “You want me to mmm- use you?”

“Yes! Use me use me- s’what I’m made for, please. Don’t know if I can even do anything else anymore.” He whines, and suddenly you’re too-aware of the rotund, pulsating girth of his knot.

So big that a chilling shiver runs down your spine, it’s the sheer circumference that has your thighs twitching with need. Your treacly cunt already fucking back in your sloppy cadence to try and take him on.

“You want to hah- knot me, Cho?”

Your fingers tighten on Choso’s flushed neck as he gulps- “Yes- please-”

Pretending to think for a few sultry moments, “Hmm, well–” Even though you already knew that everything from the thickly saccharine pheromones to the way your cunt quivered at his cursed energy told him that you wanted it greedily. “Only if you bite me, too.”

And Choso Kamo looks like he’s just entered heaven.

“I…I can mark you?”

You’re barely even motioning out your nod, barely even starting before it takes him one ripple of his muscular body to flip the two of you over.

Sprawling you out on your back like such a slut, pushing your legs bent until your knees strike your tits, snapping his cock deeply inside before he squirts.

Not just cumming for an nth time - but Choso squirts, in thick, honeyed sloshes that take over your cunt. You swear you can feel it welling up all the way at your throat, and every sloppy drag of his cock only pumps it deeper and deeper and-

“Smells so good- feels so good.” He’s rasping out, a hand toying on your clit- just because it made you clench in a way that eagerly gobbled up his creamy dewdrops of cum. “O-oh, you’re gonna push me into a rut.”

Oh, fuck- your eyes widen, that was it.

That was the reason for the sweet chocolate pheromones taking over the air alongside your scent. That was the reason why Choso was more animal than man- more feral when he’s teething over your cute scent gland. He was in rut.

Hand twitching on your nubbed clit, just as unstable as his voice was when he’s uttering—“Need you to c-cum now. The momma should ngh- cum if we want a baby.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Heian-Era Hard

“Keh, fuuuuck—” Any and every time that Ryomen Sukuna might have teased you for your humanly stamina was thrown out the window. He’s bending you into a lecherous full nelson with two hands, and swiping his sweaty forehead with another- “Makin’ even the king break a sweat-”

You’re blinking, teary gaze wafting over your shoulder, “Wh-what?”

“Nothing.” The garish mouth across his abs bites one side of your hips, just a little punishment.

Honestly- your heat was just so strong that it had your tight pussy drooling all over the royal bedsheets. Sukuna’s dual cocks absolutely lavished in a thick gloss of your slick each time he’s spearheading you full, “Tch- but honestly, how much more d’you want, spoiled brat?”

Though, he wasn’t complaining.

Oh, never- not when he had you like this. His ruby-red tips rubbed raw down the soft surface of your cervix, Sukuna swats a hand over your mouth just as you begin to babble out an answer.

“Don’t answer that- you’ll only talk outta yer ngh- fucking pussy, anyway.” Rolling his crimson eyes, he’s smearing the wiry ribbons of saliva escaping your mouth and gluing to his palm with a grin. “Messy girl, you’re drooling everywhere-”

“Mmm- I’m- mmpf-” And it’s as if just the sound of your voice was enough to send zaps of electricity racing down his spine.

Breath catching, the matching girths of his cocks pumping up even harder- fuck, the smell of your sweet pheromones was already bad enough. He couldn’t handle having you whimper in his keen ears, too- “Why don’tcha just kiss me proper now, human.”

And before you can even think, he’s manifesting his second mouth to slash across his palm. Letting the thick, slimy tip of his tongue lap between your mouth and latch on in such a filthy, filthy French kiss.

“There—” Sukuna coos in his gruff baritone from behind, and the swell of his balls tighten at the sloppy visage of you. “Hah, this heat has made you even more messy than usual, mama. Look at you.”

You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to, because the rough hold that the King has on your face lets him tug your chin downwards. Showing you the bulging orifice of your cunt in all your stuffed glory, singing out the loudest slurps! every time he squeezes his two tips past your entrance.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

Again and again until your legs twitch sensitively at the scrape of his winding veins down your walls, “See?” He has the audacity to snicker- “S’it make my human- my pretty omega into a cockdrunk little slut? Aw…”

“M’n-not-” You’re fighting to gasp through the slight gaps of his spit-polished hand, hips squirming at the way he’s probing your every hidden crevice deep inside. “But I do like…well…”

“Tha’s a lot of words to just say ‘take it’, heh.”

And he was making sure you did, your heat doesn’t even have the time to flare up and ask for more before Sukuna’s giving it to you. Pummelling it. Holding your legs pried apart with his beefy, tattooed arms that just make your mouth water, one more covering your mouth. And the last?

Oh, he’s creeping his fouth n’ final palm vertically down your tummy. Glissading across the tender, cylindrical outline of his cocks, being thrashed against your womb and fucked right through your walls.

Pushing down-

He’s gnawing down on your bottom lip like cute bubblegum, “Oh, fuck! Kuna- oh my god, mmm-”

“Yeah, take it.” With a grunt, Sukuna’s thumbing his clawed digit over those precise matching bumps. He could feel the way they thumped two proud, circular bruises against the back of your dripping pussy. “Take it- take it and more, mama.”

If you weren’t stupidly cockdrunk before, then you surely were now. Dazed pupils heart-shaped and criss-crossing every time he was swiping down your g-spot.

“You have to take it take-”

You claw at his wrist, “I-I am-”

“I know. Yer in heat- can’t go a single second without feeling my biiig fucking cock, can you?” And at this point, Sukuna’s only grateful for how gone you were because your pheromones were simply making him babble. Jackhammering into you like an animal, “Want it all deep inside-”

You’re whimpering, steady streams of tears watering down your face when he presses his fingerpads even harder against the fragile spot of your tummy bulge. Your womb. “-here?”

“Yess- yes!”

“Mmm—” Sukuna pretends to ponder, for just a split-second, even though all he could think about was the suckling sensation of your cunt and just how feverish you were. “Well, m’feeling generous today, brat. So I’ll let you pick.”

Confused, your chin hits your chest as you follow his line of sight. “Pick what…oh.” You knew what. You could feel it.

All the way between your legs and nudging against the bawling entrance to your pussy, both of Sukuna’s knots were fat and aching for your touch. Throbbing each time they skid past your slick-sprayed thighs, stronger. Harder. “Eeenie meenie, lil’ human. Hurry up.”

“W-want…” You’re babbling out, and he can’t stop himself from hunching over with his towering frame to listen in. Struck with the full force of your candied scent, his favorite. “-both.”

Oh.

It’s a tiny, sinful gasp- and it rips from big, bad Sukuna’s lips before he’s realizing.

Before the words finally sink in and he finds himself grinning, oh, this was why he loved you. “Cheh, then…”

And he knew you were talking out of your heat, he knew it would be a tight fit, and he also knew your poor, soppy pussy might not even be able to fit all of him. But that was what your grouchy alpha was here for - to make it fit.

And he’ll do it.

“O-oh, fuck.” It makes you dizzy, it makes you wail- just the feeling of Sukuna’s second mouth enlarging across his tense core and wriggling the tip of its tongue between your pussylips. Stretching. Bending dexterously inside just to try and push his knots past your cushy folds.

Half-rutting, mindless.

He’s barely even pulling all the way out before planting his feet flat and spanking your cunt with the expanse of his lengths. Slap after slap- hell, you think you’re seeing one of his own hands slither downwards to pry your entrance oh-so-open.

The stretch so mind-numbingly delicious that you can feel your vision splotch, your mouth whining–“Kuna, I-I don’t think it’ll-”

Only to be cut off by the raw, lecherous plop! of two hot, heavy knots being bullied into you. So thick that you can feel the velvety layer of your walls twitch each time he throbbed inside of you.

And at this point, you’re not even sure you’ll make it out of this alive-

“And now-” His booming voice snaps you out of your little reverie, Sukuna’s scorched divots geysering out steady drops of pre. Blushing- and so was he. “-the fun begins.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - “P-pretty…”

It’s the one thing that can depart from Ino’s mouth other than the plea to simply set him free because your sweet, syrupy pussy was holding him hostage.

Already having stuffed his aching knot inside of you mere minutes ago but still yearning for more, more, more-

Gasping. Whimpering with every slick swivel of his mushroomed tip probing every spot inside your cunt- “Pretty, oh-oh, I need to fuck you- again- can’t stand being like this.”

“Again, Taku?” You’re mewling once his hips start pulling back from the lewd mating press he’d bent you in. Trying- failing because the girthy circumference of his knot was just so much, so big. “Baby, your swelling’s still not down.”

“I know.” And he’s oh-so-tortured by the fact, breathing in your heat. You. “But I wanna- need to fuck you again, sweetness.”

Cooing, “Need to?”

He’s nodding- nodding and nodding until you’re wondering whether the long column of his neck doesn’t ache. “Yes, please- ngh, fucking hell, I have this sweet cunt all on top of me n’ I can’t even fuck you?”

You’re almost starting to giggle, the determined wobble of his lips just so cute where he held you- that is, until Ino’s fighting against his silky knot. Reeling backwards, he can barely even move at this point- only slow, sluggish humps that tug on the first ring of muscle at your cunt as if he was the one in heat.

And the stretch is so good that it makes your thighs weaken, nearly falling from their perch on top of his shoulders-

“No!” Startling you with a gasp, he swats his aching cockhead against your g-spot and watches you squirm. Panicked. Urgently holding your thighs back up, you can’t be finished- you can’t. “No no no- no- we’re not done yet, pretty, let me– let me…”

He’d read up online that heats can last about a week and he needed to fuck you till he physically can’t anymore. Till your slicked walls had memorized him.

Until he was wrung dry and raw, Ino’s plump thumb comes snaking down to press on the cute tummy bulge he was fucking into you. All bumpy with the solid press of his cock, doubled up on his wads of gooey cum, “Oh, sweetness, you’re not done with your h-heat yet, right?”

You’re shaking your head- difficult, with the way that his delicate grindings had your mouth watering with scorching saliva. Scent flaring, “N-no, still have more to go, baby.”

“Yessss—” Oh, you wonder if he even realizes what he’s doing when he’s using a free hand to pry apart your swollen folds. Letting out the rawest carnal squeeeelch! just as soon as he eases his knot out. “C’mere then- milk me dry.”

And he’s sensitive - so, so sensitive that those prettily blushing cheeks of his streak with tears by the time you’re bucking your hips up. Voice drunken, “Are you- ngh- okay, Taku?”

“Yes- yes, m’fine.” Stubbornly, he’s fucking his slender hips back in tiny, mindless ruts. Barely even pulling out, barely even able to handle being even inches outside of your warm cunt.

It felt like fucking heaven inside of you with every wad of cum webbing your walls, your pussy greedily sucking up each thrust - and it wasn’t just the heat, Ino was completely n’ utterly pussydrunk. Prattling through his flooding mouth, “F-fine, tooootally fine- jus’ helping you through your ngh- heat like a good boyfriend, sweetness.”

Oh, but Ino’s sing-song voice was toppling, his toned chest heaving.

Each singular swat of his geysering divot reached into your deepest depths and made you keen, “B-but you just- your knot-”

“And I can give you another one-” Tilting his head down to drink in your syrupy scent, it’s making him almost crazed. Almost feral- the entirety of his body runs stiff with a shiver once you throw your head back and clench- “Gonna give you all of them- so many- everything- make it so you c-can’t even walk-”

You’re being fucked into the rickety bedsprings like never before- and you can’t help but ogle at the way that Ino looked so pretty during it, too.

With half-lidded eyes boring deeply into you each time he’s bulldozing your g-spot, bangs gluing to his sweaty forehead like a curtain, rosy lips pursed and trembling-

“R-right?” He almost sounded as if he was on the verge of tears as soon as your cockdrunk reverie lasts just a tad too long. Eagerly tugging on your clit to goad the answer out of you- fuck, your heat had him ruining himself on your pussy. “Right, pretty?”

“Nghhhh– yes, Taku-” Each split-second punctuated with the constant motioning of his sloppy cadence, again. And again. And again and again and again until you’re losing count of how many bruises circle your poor cervix.

Ino doesn’t have the patience, he doesn’t have the need to even give you the time to think.

Big, pearly teardrops of overstimulation clinging onto his tawny lashes, “S-so you’re gonna be mine, aren’t you?”

His- his mate. It’s what he was begging for, it’s what he’s rovering his slimy tip between your folds and making you gush for.

“Yes-” Cooing, your back arches into the perfect curvature once a buttery glide of pre slips into your cunt at the answer. “Yes yes yes-” Your teeth skim across his throat and his ravaged cock flinches-

Clawing at the sheets himself, you could smell his own pheromones pitch up in response to yours. The temperature in the room sizzling so many degrees higher, the tips of his canines digging into the side of your neck hard enough to drag blood-

“Oh- oh, fuck–”

It could’ve been seconds later- it could’ve been hours.

But you could feel the way that Ino’s mouth trickled thin lines of saliva once he stares at the now-marked scent gland at your neck and drools. Knot dangerously smoochin’ your puckered folds now, “And our kids are gonna be the ngh- absolute fuckin’ cutest, sweetness.”

Oh.

♡ GOJO SATORU - PLEASE ME, BABY

“P-please.” Gojo’s spitting through the gaps of his long, honed canines- snowy brows scrunched and staring at you through such heady partially-lidded eyes.

He slicks out a thin trail of drool from the corner of his lips when another wave of your sweltering pheromones hit. Grunting. Pushin’ and pushin’ his face into the scent glands at your throat just to sniff—

“You’re not- ngh-” Whimpering. Shaking each time the gooey mess of your cunt was clenching ‘round his fat cock. He perks his slender hips up just enough to dig out a syrupy, ivory wad of cum from between your pussylips, “-you’re not done yet, right? This pussy’s still in h-heh…heat, right, sweetheart?”

It’s been hours by now since your heat had started - hours, maybe even days. The strongest had bitten you across every inch of your skin and was still ravenous for more.

You’d stuffed Gojo’s thick, black blindfold between his pretty mouth for that, just to make sure that you made it out of this alive. And yet, he’s still pumping his red, bulbous cockhead between your folds like an animal, still gasping in the perfume of your heat.

He growls, “Oh, please- please don’t you t-tell me s’over already.” Gnawing down on the fabric- he couldn’t help himself.

“F-fuck!” You mewl, clawing down the sweat-glazed mounds of his muscular back. Oh-so-feral. “Toru, it- ngh-”

But the strongest wasn’t letting you answer, as if he couldn’t even bear to hear a ‘no’ fall from your whiny lips. He swats the raw, reddened curve of his tip over n’ over repeatedly against your g-spot to make you salivate all stupidly down to your tits.

“Right?” Drunkenly, he’s sliiiiding his nose across your neck and gasping in the sweet scent of your pheromones. Voice cracking. Octaves higher. Eyes wild. “Right? She’s still in heat, my girl? She s-still needs me?”

The dangling edge of his dampened blindfold strikes your chin and you moan, trembling with each rovering of his numerous inches. “Yes- yes yes yes- I’m still mmm-”

And that very answer seemed to make his big, beefy frame shake on top of you. Like you’d just broken him.

You’re making him so weak- and he’s just so large with his white-tufted pelvis squishing down on your hips, until the skin surrounding his base was all rawly pink. Letting go of the blindfold, “O-oh…”

Collecting his breath for a mere second, Gojo sticks his clammy fingertips to the undersides of your thighs. Hoisting them with his strong arms onto his deltoids, he drags one palm behind his neck and keeps them locked - biceps bulging as he pushes you down, down, down.

A mating press.

“Perfect.” Keeping you pinned with only one hand, you can only watch as his handsome, flushed face tilts down with such a sleazy grin. “Mmmm, of course she does—-”

Of course. Of course. Trembling, he swipes the thick end of one of his thumbs down your slippery slit. “Look at her, she wants to be hck! filled up so badly.” The mere sight of those pearly white beads of seed from hours prior dribbling out of you, making his ravaged length twitch. Rolling over your clit, “Wants to be plugged up with my fat fucking knot, huh?”

His knot was just so achingly desperate where he was pushin’ it constantly against your treacly cunt. Again. And again. And again just teasing your first ring of muscle with the incredible circumference.

And it was a joke - partly. It was him babbling off of the top of his overheated scalp as he fucks you furiously into the rickety mattress.

But you’re throwing your head back and sobbing at the sheer stretching pressure put on your hamstrings.

“Please-” Gojo’s knot was just so big, the sheer girth enough to have your pupils roll dazedly in silly circles. You tremble, “Wan’ it ngh- inside again, Satoru.”

“Whoooo–?”

“…”

And Gojo has the audacity to giggle whilst he dredges up whatever’s remaining of his scattered brain, “C-c’mon, pretty omega- what do you call me~”

“…Alpha.” Pouting stubbornly, your pussy clamps eagerly down his base and he damn near creams himself right then and there. He’s swervin’ his v-line just right to stir your melty insides, slipping out husky grunts at every slap of his pre-glazed tip into your deepest insides.

“That’s right.” He breathes- pecs heaving, tone airy. There’s almost something fragile in the way he is right now. “Your heh- alpha’s gonna take care of you, sweetheart—-”

You could feel him rummaging your quivering cunt, wads of sap sloshing side-to-side after every one of his direct hits. They were just so accurate and making your toes curl. “Close- c-close, Toru.”

And he’s just growing more ruined on your saturated pussy by the second. At this point, you weren’t even sure which one of you was in heat - you or him.

Definitely him- you’re realizing through your addled mind when he’s whispering, “And m’gonna be the ngh- best alpha- the best…dad, too.”

Both you and Gojo - lightly - gasp in sensual unison, just as bewildered as you were.

Echoing out through a shallow breath, “The best dad…” His hazy peripherals fizz with slight bolts of cursed energy, like he’s following the rovering of his slimy tip inside of you like an x-ray. “Gonna- gonna wash the kids- oh, dress them, mmm h-help you feed them-”

Whimpering, once he’s cupping one of his free hands over the bouncing area of your tits. Groping. Parched mouth sucking—

“B-but I want some, too.”

The stimulation throwing you into such a frenzy, your wailing whines are practically feverish at this point. Eyes sparking with pure white behind your lids, “Please- not gonna mm last.”

“And m’gonna cook for them- and you, sweet momma-”

“Fuck-”

“Gonna take them to school, come right back home and ngh- fuck another one into ya all over again.”

“Satoru-”

“So cum-” Gojo groans, voicebox scratchy. His pale lashes flutter as his Six Eyes work into overdrive, he knew it wouldn’t be long now. He could see it. Smell it in your sweet, sweet pheromones. “Cum now because you’re gonna end up s-soooo pregnant already.”

And maybe it’s just because of your heat, maybe it’s because it’s him - but you’re cumming, easily.

Thighs twitching with each flash of your high, you’re sticking them to the side of Gojo’s toned obliques to let him pound you maddeningly through it. The only thing you can fucking do as he’s hunching his washboard abs into you with what sounds like a whimper. “Yeah- yeah yeah yeah- take it- fuh-fuck.”

Gojo counts exactly five solid pushes against your g-spot before he’s able to bully his thick knot inside - and oh, does it break him. He throws his head forwards, leaking enough cursed energy to make your bedroom lights spark, sapphire eyes tearing up glassily at the feeling of your warm, cushy walls.

Before you know it, before even he knows it- he’s sinking his gleaming fangs into the side of your neck and finishing.

Your pussy was just greedy, swallowing up every long creamy wad of his cum - layers upon layers being painted down your channel. There’s a noisy, lewd squelch! when it’s too much and you’re flooding out a puddle of ivory.

Finally, you’re blinking, your heat was was starting to bate-

“S-sweetheart…I think m’in rut.”

A/N. UGH I could take them all at once (not in a fight-) Also this song has been in my head omg-

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You've Ghost To Be Kidding

Synopsis: in which you move into a haunted house and are seduced by ghost!sukuna Warning: 18+, porn with little plot, cursing, dubcon?, kinda horror but not scary at all, lots of cunnilingus, fingering, groping and molesting, nipple play, tentacles, full nelson, improper use of a broom, exhibitionism, voyeurism, foot play, blowjob, masturbation, a little somnophilia, monster-fúcking, kinda threesome? ig, classic dumb girl in horror movie with no survival instincts, not proofread Word Count: 2.7k

There’s a ghost in your home.

You’ve just moved in last week and already you can tell there’s someone else here with you. Things move on their own even though you don’t see them move. You place a book down on a table and you’ll come back to it on the floor. Lights turn on and off on their own. Sometimes they even flicker incessantly for an hour or two, or until you get fed up and leave the room. At night, you hear scratching against the door, things literally going bump and thump, followed by heavy footsteps.

They’re all petty stuff, which is why you can stomach the irritation considering the rent is dirt-cheap. At most, you'll simply roll your eyes whenever the ghost acts up which apparently pisses it off more.

What’s been bothering you most, however, is the fact that the ghost is apparently very fucking horny.

He — and yes, you know it’s a he because only a man could be so annoying and pathetic — gropes you randomly during the day. You’ll be washing up some dishes, minding your own business as one does, when suddenly, you’ll feel big, cold hands on your hips groping the flesh there. Worse, you can even feel a nose skim the length of your neck, inhaling your scent, and the ghost’ll blow air at your skin as if he’d exhaled in deep satisfaction.

Even when you're just watching TV, sat on the sofa, you'll feel a ghoulish grasp on your ankles, pulling your legs until your feet are held in the air. Something cold, long and hard presses itself against the pads of your feet, rubbing along. Popping popcorn in your mouth, you yawn as the sofa creaks, cold liquid beginning to coat your toes. You don't know for sure what he's doing but you have an idea.

Showering is also another story. Bare and wet, you massage shampoo into your scalp, humming to a song on your phone when it begins to glitch, making record scratching sounds. Your Lizzo song is replaced with heavy breathing and mumblings that oddly resemble the word, 'mine,' on repeat. Big, foreboding hands creep into the tresses of your hair, covering your own. They push and pull, applying pressure around your scalp, really working in your shampoo. With a sigh, you let him do the work for you.

After all, your arms were getting tired. So it seems like a fair exchange for him to grind that, by now, familiar length in between the globes of your ass, nudging you against the wall, threatening to drown you under the barrage of water.

Truthfully, you once considered hiring an exorcist or a priest or something. But once he stopped being so hostile against you and you found a freakish routine with him, the idea flew out the window. Who else would know to open a cabinet with all the bowls for you right after you've picked up the milk from the fridge, so you can eat cereal?

This ghost has been pretty helpful in finding your lost items too. Whether they be your phone, keys, socks, the remote etc. Though, you suspect sometimes he hides those things on purpose so that you'll acknowledge his presence with a, 'Hey dead guy, know where my shit is?'

Sure, your pool of panties is depleting with his clear hatred of them, ripping them up and tossing them in the trash for you to find later, and you can't really invite anyone home since they wouldn't understand. But you can put up with his wandering hands and constant hard-ons if it means you have a nice, pretty house to live in.

Even if everything you do seems to turn him on. Whether that's singing along to a song (a body will press itself behind you, swaying you to the beat and grinding something hard against your back), brushing the floor (the broomstick will find it's way between your legs, the length slotting itself right in between your pussy lips as it shuffles back and forth, eliciting moans after moans from you, covering the wood with slick), or cooking a meal (the sauce you're heating up will wind up on your chest, cool and trickling down the valley your breasts, just about to disappear beneath your low v-neck shirt before something wet and slithering wipes it away, leaving goosebumps in its wake).

And God, apparently dental hygiene turns the damn thing on too. Brushing your teeth, in the morning or night, always involves your breasts being groped. Seriously. Breasts. Groped.

You feel those same cold hands first cup your tits over the shirt, just feeling the heaviness, weighing them in his palms before you feel fingers flicking your nipples. The friction is repulsive. Really. It makes you roll your eyes. In annoyance, of course.

“F-fuck off!”

Then, when you’re clutching the sink, he slides his hands under your shirt, nails scratching your skin before you feel its chilling grip on your breasts. That’s when he really gets to work — he doesn’t go gently, no, he’s tugging at your nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingertips as if to torture you. So outraged, you’re left gasping for air, unable to string along words to express how disgusting his touch felt.

“Don’t even ask me h-how I know you’re smirking. Dick.”

In response, all the bottles on the bathtub fall to a clatter on the porcelain.

You can’t even masturbate in peace because though the door's closed you know he knows what you’re doing. That door will open, slowly creaking, and a gust of wind will blow over you, announcing his presence. There, under the covers, your fingers are working overtime, rubbing furiously at your clit as you stare at that open door.

“Seriously? You won’t even let me have this?”

Pussy tingling, you writhe on the bed, spurned on by the knowledge that eyes are watching your face. Deadly quiet, the sloshing sound between your legs echo in the room, mocking and scathing.

When your hand cramps up, you reach over to your bedside table for your vibrator. Pressing the cold silicone to your steamy pussy, you get a moment of reprieve before the battery somehow runs out.

“Oh my God, you did not. Ugh, you are such a dick. You died and now you gotta make me miserable?” You throw the damn thing to the corner of the room in frustration.

Just as you’re about to give up, the cover is pulled away and you’re bared to the world. Your legs are spread by an invisible force before something warm touches your lips, tasting your abundant juices before it laps all of you up eagerly. “Oh fuck! A-are you eating me out?”

He’s annoyingly skilled at this. The tip of his tongue rubs tight circles around your throbbing clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your toes curl. Squelches resound in the room, getting louder when you feel, what can only be, fingers thrust into you with no warning.

“Oh, God! Yes, right there, yesss.” He’s found your G-spot and he’s going to town on it, angling his fingers just right.

Another hand pushes down on your lower stomach at the exact same time his lips wrap around your clit and suuuuuuuuuuuuck. You’re thrashing on the bed, pinned down by that invisible force like all your limbs suddenly weigh a ton. The noises he’s making and pulling out of you are obscene and anyone who hears would think another ghost is being added to the house.

“Since your tongue’s going -ngh!- inside me, s-shouldn’t you tell me your name?”

The light flicks on and on the mirror across the room, your lipstick is writing the letters S U K U N A on it.

“Sukuna, huh? Well, Sukuna. Since the afterlife is clearly lacking any kind of fun, make yourself useful and give me an orgasm.”

And so he does.

He does every time after that actually.

Sitting in your armchair, reading a book, legs spread and panties dangling from an ankle, he eats you out for hours. Good thing about ghosts is that they have nothing else to do, so you bet your cheap ass that he won’t be getting tired any time soon.

In fact, he loves to eat you out. When you’re washing the dishes, he’ll be eating you out from behind, suckling on your wetness like it could bring him back to life. Hanging up the laundry in the garden will leave a man-sized lump under your dress as you desperately muffle your moans with a bedsheet, embarrassed that a neighbour might see. He wakes you up by eating you out, he sees you off to your job with a fingering and then a cleaning up of the mess with his tongue, and he welcomes you back home with an orgasm, body slumped against the front door, held up like a puppet as he tongues your insides, nipples teased by tendrils of something beyond the reach of your humanly sight.

That becomes your new routine. It seems this Sukuna has grown bolder, fearless and uncaring of what's convenient for you.

One night, however, as you’re spreading your legs naturally, you don’t feel the usual pressure there. Instead, you feel something wet, hard and salty at your lips. Devious bastard.

Opening your mouth, you let him inch his length into your throat with surprising care. Full and stretched to your limits, you gag around his invisible cock, forced to accept the entirety of the thing entering and retreating over and over again. His balls smack against your chin as he increases his pace, growing more ruthless with the way he’s shoving his fat cock inside your mouth.

You’re being used like a glory hole and he doesn’t seem like a minute man. Despite never having been the kind of girl who enjoyed giving blowjobs, you find this one surprisingly stimulating — it presses against a sensitive spot at the back of your throat, a sweet scent of death filling your nostrils as you gag around something firm and unyielding.

Over your shirt, you feel nails scratch against your nipples, flicking them the way that leaves your thighs squeezed shut, searching for friction where you're most sensitive.

Then, your vibrator miraculously comes back to life, buzzing with vigour right against your pussy. Squelches are joining the sounds of your gagging and you didn’t even know you were so wet already. It’s on the highest setting, driving you to overstimulation immediately and with cement for bones, you can’t move away from the onslaught of vibrations against your dripping cunt.

Gagging even more, tears well up when you cum, squirting all over your bed just as he squirts cold, salty cum down your throat.

You fall asleep thoroughly drenched.

The next day, all the cabinets and doors are banging open and shut repeatedly. He’s throwing a tantrum. Great. He heard your phone call in the morning.

“Get over it, freak! I can’t keep relying on you for orgasms. So don’t get in the way of me and this guy,” you scream in your bedroom. You’re aware you look crazy but you don’t care. Enough is enough.

The mirror shatters in front of you.

“Yes, I will let him in. You can’t do anything about it. Just go to the light or something.”

A stuffed toy hits you on the head.

“Oh my God! You did not. Ugh, whatever, watch me get fucked then, I don’t care. But keep your hands to yourself.”

Your guest doesn’t make it three minutes before he’s being scared shitless by the banging of cabinets, the opening and closing of drawers, the shaking of tables and shattering of glass cups. He’s running to the door before you grab him by his hand desperately. You almost convince him to move your two-person party to his house when a knife flies through the air and lands right in between you two, embedding itself into the wall.

That’s the last straw.

Just as he wanted, you’re left alone with the happy malevolent spirit. How do you know he’s happy?

Well, because suddenly the house is righting itself — cabinets and drawers are now closed, there’s no more shaking, glass shards are picking themselves back up, repairing all your broken cups. “Pretty pleased with yourself now, aren’t you? You are such a child, I can’t stand you.”

Not to mention, your dress is being lifted up and your panties ripped apart.

He shoves his face in between your legs once more, tonguing your clit and massaging your pussy walls with his long fingers. This is his way of apologising, you guess, and whatever, you just have to accept your fate. Long tendrils wrap around your arms, lifting them up so you can grip something. Those very same vine-like phantoms tease at your nipples too, squeezing and pulling like his fingers would. Then you feel them seem to open up like little mouths before they suck on your nipples. Hard. There, standing in the crime scene, you cum. Heaving and lightened, you think it’d end there.

It seems seeing that other man really pushed him because then you’re being spun around and shoved to the hardwood floor, dress folded over your back and drooling pussy exposed to the air. Something hard rubs against your most intimate area, coating itself in your wetness before it shoves itself, in one go, inside your pussy.

“Fuck! G-go slow! Oh. My. God. Su. Ku. Na!”

His rhythm is monstrous. You’re practically screaming as he pummels your pussy with no consideration for the fact that your knees are being bruised and that your face is smushed against the dirty floor.

Your gooey walls are being forced to stretch, lips all swollen and weeping. He’s planted so deep you can feel him in your throat, and then an arm is wrapping around your neck — he’s got you in a headlock, wrangling you back into a painful arch. From this angle, he goes in deeper.

Another long, hard thing pushes inside your mouth and you don't know how any of this works but you swallow it down, allowing him to plug you up from both ends. They work in tandem, stretching your holes with a brutal pace.

The cock in your mouth cums first and you know, somehow, it's because he just wanted to coat your face in his ghoulish cum. Drenched, you can do nothing but take his intense pummelling with gratitude.

"Full! I feel so — yesss, right there — full."

There’s a noticeable bump on your lower stomach, years of pent up energy as a ghost being rammed into your poor cunt. Glop glop glop he goes through your juices which overflow, soaking your thighs. “Fuck, yessss.”

Watery slurps are emanating from your pussy where you’re gaping around nothing to the human eye. Sukuna gyrates his hips, heavy balls teasing your clit from the delicious angle, cock throbbing inside.

“I’m c-close! More. I want more. Fuck me faster!”

And does he ever.

Garbling out gibberish, you’re practically choking on your own saliva as he suffocates you with his arm.

When you cum, your vision blacks out and you fall limp, thoroughly exhausted and almost dead. But even then, he still continues to fuck you, using your body as a fleshlight, basking in your living warmth. As if your soul has separated from your body, you're aware of the thorough fucking your poor body is receiving, splashes of cum flooding the floor. Even unconscious, orgasms are being snatched from you.

Later, when you wake up, you’re in bed, tucked in with a ghostly tongue lapping up your mixed cum.

Pushing the cover off, you’re shocked to find a face and a body, firm and warm to the touch. He’s got pink hair, a muscular body and tattoos. There's nothing ghostly about the man between your legs. You can feel the blood coursing through his veins, can see the sharpness of his teeth as he flashes his pearly whites in threat, and the fingers that dig into the plush of your thighs are bruising.

Regretting not getting a priest involved after all, you gasp when you hear his voice, clear and loud, deep and powerful.

He says,

“You sleep like the dead.”

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seven | observation logs

is it a man? a beast? no! it's the abominable gojo!

synopsis: for a cash-strapped starving scientist such as yourself, finding a yeti would've made the discovery of a lifetime. there's just one tiny problem - he found you first

pairing: yeti!Gojo x researcher!Reader

content: mdni, smut, monsterfucking, unprotected piv sex, creampie, knotting, masturbation, oral (m!receiving), mating press, gojo is OBSESSED, he talks you through it, idiots falling in love, cuddling

You had a big problem.

Literally.

One that you'd been trying and trying to ignore, to snuff out the flames burning you up inside and douse yourself with the cold reminder that there wasn't enough oxygen in the world to sustain whatever this was every time you caught a glimpse of it in the corner of your vision, the bulge barely contained in his boxers or when it was pressed so firmly against your back while you cuddled.

And maybe, it was still on your mind when you got out of the hot springs, using one of the more leathery pelts to dry yourself, no longer needing the dim flashlight to guide you back to the little nook of the cave you started to consider home.

It'd only been a few days since he'd eaten you out like he was starving.

But he didn't bring it up, acting like everything was business as usual, doting on you the same way he always did, chattering your ear off - just not about what you really wanted to talk about.

"Hey," You called out, pulling the pelt tighter around you.

There wasn't an answer.

You frowned, huffing to yourself at the thought of him going back in the woods when the sun must be setting already outside.

"Satoru, you better-" You started again, freezing when you walked through and realized why he hadn't answered.

He was sitting in the old recliner, head tilted back and eyes scrunched shut, loose strands of hair plastered to his forehead. His jaw was pulled tight, the lump in his throat bobbing before a low growl ripped out of him.

But all of the little details just drew your attention back to the one thing you couldn't get away from.

His oversized fist stroking his thick cock, a pair of your panties wrapped around his sturdy fingers as he roughly pumped up-and-down. It was just as pale as the rest of him, thick with a couple prominent veins running along the side, his tip a pretty shade of pink that bordered on purple. Pre-cum had already collected over it, thick and clear, coating his fingers as he groaned again.

Lips still parted, you froze, stunned as you watched him murmur your name while he fucked his fist. You weren't sure if you should walk away, hide out for a few minutes until he finished, but you couldn't tear your gaze away.

You weren't sure what it was - maybe your breath hitching in your throat or the smell of your own arousal - but Satoru's head suddenly snapped up, pretty blue eyes going wide at the sight of you standing there.

But did he stop?

No.

His stare locked onto yours, his breathing getting ragged, desperate. Watching all his defined muscles tense as his mouth fell open, struggling to form any words at all.

"I-I could help," You choked out, a strained whisper that only made the tension even thicker between you.

He could hardly nod, just a jagged bob you took as a yes as you slowly approached him. He only paused his rough strokes to pull you closer, shedding you of the pelt wrapped around your body to strip you bare in front of him.

And it might've been cold inside the cave, but he was radiating enough body heat to keep you warm from here.

Your stare slid down to his, um, intimidating length, sizing him up and trying to measure up exactly how you were going to get it in anywhere.

Slowly, you started to squat down to get on your knees, but his hands held onto your hips, a sharp frown on his face, not understanding what you were trying to do. Fingers digging into your soft flesh, nearly bruising but still restrained.

"Let me, okay?" You spoke softly now, grabbing his hands to guide them up higher, letting him cup your breasts while you readjusted so bits of gravel weren't digging into your knees.

You slid your palms over his muscular thighs, through his soft fur until you reached the smooth expanse of hot skin right by his cock, swallowing hard before you wrapped your fingers around it. It felt so much bigger than before, with your hand seeming so much smaller than his in comparison.

"What are you-"

His voice was cut off into a long, lewd groan when you pressed your lips to his leaking tip, offering a little kitten lick before opening your mouth wide enough for him to squeeze the first few inches in. His thick girth was pressed up into the roof of your mouth already, tongue flat against his throbbing veins as his breathing became ragged.

It was hard not to gag, tears brimming at your bottom lashes when he tried to slide in deeper, your palm trying to take up the work his hand had done before, steadily stroking what definitely wouldn't fit in long, slow motions. He was already bumping into the back of your throat, his swollen tip almost bruising with each jerk of his hips forward.

Satoru was in heaven.

You'd definitely given better blowjobs before, considering it felt like you were literally choking on him, but the way he was moaning? Fingers tangling in your hair and stroking it softly like he wasn't so obviously struggling not to use you as a fuck toy? His appreciative little grunts of approval and whimpers?

God, it was starting to get to you too.

Pressing your thighs together like you could compress the heat building between them, the neediness and want for him to fill you up, ah, somewhere else. You sucked harder, accidentally letting a small moan slip out when he groaned again and tugged on your hair.

His body went rigid.

All his muscles tensed, freezing with his cock still buried in your throat before he suddenly was sliding out, picking you up and splaying you out on the sleeping bag underneath him in two seconds flat.

You could barely blink up at him before he was shoving your thighs up to your chest, spreading you open and almost melting at the sight of you, wide blue eyes crinkling and lips curling up in a (huge) smirk before he'd even lined himself up.

"Be gentle," You reminded him, lips staying parted even after your request as you let your gaze linger on his face.

He didn't speak, but he nodded again, probably too excited to form real words. His hair was sweaty, sticking to his face in wild strands as you felt his thick tip nudge at your slick entrance. You wrapped your wrists around his neck, although you had a feeling it wouldn't be long before you were clawing at his back, chewing on your bottom lip waiting for him to force the first few inches in.

But Satoru always surprised you.

He caught your lips with a kiss, hungry, desperate and clumsy. He wasn't sure what he was doing, and it was kind of obvious, but it was something you once mentioned to him as a token of affection. Something humans did - something couples in love did - to show how much they wanted each other.

You were returning it, even when his teeth knocked into yours, his tongue awkwardly sliding in, but he adapted quickly once you offered a little guidance in sucking on his bottom lip and kissing him softly.

It was almost enough to distract you from his hips pressing forward, and his tip being shoved inside, the kiss being broken by your sudden gasp. He was trying to kiss the rest of your face, messy pecks spread over your skin while you tried to adjust to his massive size splitting you open. It practically burned, walls stretching and squeezing around him, but he kept inching in deeper.

Every time you thought this is it, he can't possibly fit any more, he'd push in harder, and your body would somehow let him. There wasn't even any room in your lungs for air, every breath you stole shallow and forced, gasping as you strained to cling to your sanity.

"S-Satoru," You panted, but all you got was another grunt as he paused his onslaught of kisses, and you barely had the focus left to direct to his face. And God, he looked devastated.

Wrecked.

His pretty face scrunched up in concentration, glancing down to where your bodies were connected, his huge hands still pining your thighs down and keeping you in place while he attempted to fit the last few inches in.

Kinda hard to do when there wasn't an inch of you he wasn't already consuming.

"S'too big," You managed to warn, blinking too fast, the tears you'd been blinking back threatening to spill over now. You could already feel his tip smashed against your cervix, every grind and jostle of it making you whine.

He huffed, his features twisting into a pout, trying to push again just to stop when he realized it might hurt you, apologetically kissing you again.

"Sorry," He mumbled, his voice raspier than usual, hoarse. "Gentle."

"It's okay," You whispered, his cock barely managing to slip back out with how tightly you'd been gripping him, even just the slow drag of him pulling out making you tense and cling to his back more.

But when he slid back in?

You weren't positive the noise you made was even human. A strangled moan turned into a gasp, nails taking down his shoulder blades and tugging at the silky fur while he growled your name.

Your brain went blank.

There was nothing but him, him, him as he started thrusting in fast and sloppy, burying himself as deep as he could before dragging out to do it again and again. You felt delirious, drunk on the messy kisses he was still decorating your face with, dizzy on the desire burning through your veins. And fuck, you were completely, incredibly full of him, pretty sure he was carving out and imprinting every goddamn vein and ridge of his cock inside you.

"Y-you okay?" Satoru stuttered out, white lashes fluttering again as he struggled to keep his eyes open to look down at you. The fingers holding your thighs readjusted their grip, the edge of his claws settling on your skin when you tried to bob your head in affirmation.

You didn't think you had enough air in your lungs to answer when each rough thrust knocked it out of you. Your muscles tensed, aching almost as much as your swollen clit was, sensitive and desperate for him to keep going.

He paused, despite the fact it looked like he might die if he didn't keep fucking you, searching your face to make sure you really were, in fact, okay.

The way his cock was currently throbbing inside you, nudging and bumping against every sensitive spot and kissing your cervix the way his mouth should be kissing yours, was making you feel very much not-okay.

"Toru," You forced out a breathless whine. "Keep going."

Yeah, probably shouldn't have said that.

It was all the permission he needed to break you in, or maybe just break you. His hips smacking into your skin in harsh slaps, your thighs aching at the strain of being pressed to your chest while he angled deep enough you wondered if he could fucking see himself bulging through your stomach at this rate.

He was kissing you again, hot and hungry, sucking on your bottom lip the same way you'd shown him, but his teeth were a little sharp, the faint taste of iron on your tongue when he plunged back in.

Satoru was too fucked out to notice, all his concentration devoted to not cumming before you.

One hand slid down from its grip on your thigh, slipping between to your sore bud, carefully using just the pad of his thumb to rub messy circles over it. It was overeager, barely maintaining any sort of rhythm at all, but honestly?

It didn't even take thirty seconds of that brain-numbing pressure for him to make you cum hard.

You felt like jelly in his hands, everything too fuzzy, too warm, drenched and slick with more than just sweat, whimpering weakly as white splotches your vision. Clinging onto him while he kept pounding into you, the sleeping bag stained and crinkling underneath your bodies, and a funny little vague thought passed through your mind that you'd have to find a way to wash it, but then he was hitting your womb, and you were just crying his name again.

And okay, yeah, he had just fucked you dumb, but you still had just enough brain cells to realize something was different when his cock throbbed and stalled when it was completely stuffed against your cervix.

His forehead was pressed against yours, sweaty and loose strands of hair falling into your face in the intimate position, panting as you could see the pleasure wracking through him too.

"Fuck," He hissed, something warm starting to gush inside before you felt it.

The swell of something - him? - at your entrance, stretching you past what you thought possible. You squirmed, trying to pull back, to escape the pressure, but he gripped you tighter, a pleading look in his eyes like he needed this.

"Wha-what is-" You started, but you got too choked up to speak, filled past the brink of sanity with his cock and cum, not a single drop spilling out thanks to how swollen the base of his cock was.

"You're okay," He murmured this time, so soft and so sweet, like he wasn't spearing you open so meanly. "Just a little longer, okay? Doing so good for me, baby."

Those gentle lips pressed kiss after kiss to your own, holding you open to keep himself anchored and smashed against your womb when his thick tip leaked the last of his cum inside you. Every throb and drag of his cock was driving you fucking crazy, mewling and scratching at his back, the overstimulation driving you to the brink of a second orgasm - and then pushing you into it. He kept massaging your clit like he was coaxing you through it, holding that intense eye contact, looking somehow more destroyed than you with every swipe of his thumb.

"Satoru," You gasped, cumming hard and fast this time, thighs trembling and tears falling while the swelling finally started to go down, easing up enough for him to pull out properly this time.

He still kept your thighs pressed to your chest, like he wanted to examine you himself, his same adoring stare focused on where all his cum had collected inside you, where your thighs were already slick with yourself from before he'd even slipped in before.

You were still reeling at the realization you had just had sex with the very person you were supposed to be studying.

What the hell would that research paper even be called? 'I fucked a yeti'? It sounded more like a bad tabloid headline than anything anyone would ever take seriously.

And that was even if you got back home to write it.

If you even wanted to go back home.

Because when he pulled you into his warm chest, a flurry of sweet whispers and sweeter kisses delivered to your hair as you nuzzled your nose against his soft fur, you weren't so sure anymore.

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