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# day 9. squirting
piercer!ryomen sukuna x f!reader
genre. pwp, smut
cw. oral, fingering, overstim. squirting, pet names, praise, mating press, creampie | wc. 1400
an. this is pt.2 of last yearâs work | can be read alone!!!
kinktober m.list | interactions are appreciated
the smell of disinfectant stings your nostrils when you enter the shop. he is there. heâs checking the appointment book before looking up and smiling at you.
âhi, baby,â he plays with his tongue piercing as he scans you from head to toe. his chests jiggle under his t-shirt, the tattoos on his arms seem to have increased since the last time you saw him.
âhey, i made an appointment to check out a piercingâ you smile. you could have gone to any piercing store to get yours checked out, yet you chose to go back to sukuna, despite everything that happened last time.
he smirks. âiâve been waiting for you,â he says putting the register away and stepping out from behind the counter.
you know the formalities by now. you take off your jeans and panties while he gets ready putting on his gloves and grabbing the necessities. âso whatâs the problem, baby? on the phone, you said that you feel it swollen,â he says, helping you settle on the chair.
you keep your thighs tight, lying down. âmh yes, it feels a little more swollen ⌠you know, when i mh touch it,â you stammer embarrassed.
he smirks, pulling you a little from your sitting potion and parting your thighs. âthen, letâs take a look.â
heâs professional as he checks the piercing on your clit. he lifts the hood and checks it meticulously. maybe a little too meticulously. he licks his lips, spreads your folds and caresses the jewel on your nub, causing you to mumble a moan.
âitâs fine, baby,â he smirk, moving his eyes from your bare pussy to your embarrassed face.
âcan you feel this?â he asks. you nod as his thumb circles your clit. âwhat about this?â he asks, grazing your slit with his knuckles.
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đđđđđ | gojo satoru
s. from sibling to lover
cw: f!reader incest, dub/con, nipple play, masturbation, voyeurism, sex toy, oral sex, dirty talk
âDo you know for how long Iâve been looking for you?â asks a voice behind you, you donât need to turn around to realize itâs Satoru.
âNow that youâve found me, do you need something, brother?â you ask slightly annoyed.
âOh, youâre the love of my life, I need you constantlyâ he teases you, sitting on the edge of the fountain next to you. If it werenât for the fact that you look identical no one would think you were siblings, much less twins.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks you taking off his glasses.
âIâm hiding from youâ you smile at him.
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my favorite the folk of the air quotes
(who said it + pages)
the cruel prince:
"I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them" jude duarte, 31.
"But I am done with being weak. I am done with being good. I think I am going to be something else." jude duarte, 43.
"Because you're like a story that hasn't happened yet" locke, 101
"Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear" jude duarte, 197
"If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse." jude duarte, 210
"But we all want stupid things. That doesn't mean we should have them" jude duarte, 219
"If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back." jude duarte, 231
"I hate how I feel around him, the irrational panic when I touch his skin" jude duarte, 262
"Prince Cardan is my prisoner" jude duarte, 267
"There are so many broken things that I don't know how to fix. But I know how to fight" jude duarte, 276
"Children can laugh all day and still cry themselves to sleep at night." jude duarte, 286
"I forgot how charming he can be â and how dangerous that is" jude duarte, 298
"Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop" cardan, 307
"You really do want me. And you hate it" jude duarte, 307
"I can be charming. I charmed you, didn't I?" "Do not expect others to share my depraved tastes"
the wicked king:
"She liked it when she was angry, too. Angry was better than scared" epilogue
"Power is much easier to acquire than it is to hold on to" Madoc, 6
"It amuses her to keep me out of trouble" cardan, 14
"I have heard that for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear. Your hearts beats fast. Your senses are heightened. You grow light-headed, maybe even dizzy" Balekin, 25
"Your infernal majesty" jude duarte, 46
"The disturbing thing about Cardan is how well he plays the fool to disguise his own cleverness" jude duarte, 49
"For a moment, I wondered if it wasn't you shooting bolts at me." "And what made you decide it wasn't?" "They missed." 57
"Kiss me again. Kiss me until I'm sick of it." cardan, 57
"He hates you. Even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you the more for it" jude duarte, 57
"If you're the sickness, I suppose you can't also be the cure" cardan, 57
"You're never to deny me an audience or give an order to keep me from your side." "Whysoever would I want you to leave my side?" jude & cardan, 59
"You want to know what I did to make him raise me up? I kissed him on the mouth, and then I threatened to kiss him some more if he didn't do exactly what I wanted." jude duarte, 81
"You ought not to be here tonight, little ant" cardan, 98
"I have too often been troubled by dreams of Jude. Her face features prominently in my most frequent nightmares." cardan, 103
"I hate you." He tilts my face to his. "Say it again." jude & cardan, 104
"Whatever you do to me, I can do worse to you" jude duarte, 107
"I stare at his treacherous mouth and imagine it on me" jude duarte, 107
"Tell me that you hate me." "I hate you" jude & cardan, 144
"I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else." jude, 145
"I want to tell you so many lies." cardan, 145
"I like him better than I've ever liked anyone." jude duarte, 146
"So much of winning is waiting" jude duarte, 147
"I can't help recalling him gazing up from my bed, intoxicated and disturbingly intoxicating" jude duarte, 157
"I wonder if I will ever be able to look at him again without remembering what it was like to touch him." jude duarte, 180
"It seems I have a singular taste for women who threaten me." cardan, 180
"It occurs to me that maybe desire isn't something overindulging helps. Maybe it is not unlike mithridatism; maybe I took a killing dose when I should have been poisoning myself slowly, one kiss at a time." jude duarte, 181
"I hope Cardan misses me." jude duarte, 225
"Fear is terrible, but the combination of hope and fear is worse" jude duarte, 244
"I never thought he liked me enough to save me" jude duarte, 253
"I wasn't kind, Jude. Not to many people. Not to you. I wasn't sure if I wanted you or if I wanted you gone from my sight so that I would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone âtruly gone beneath the wavesâ I hated myself as I never have before." cardan, 266
"Sometimes lying is a real pleasure." jude duarte, 277
"Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god." cardan, 284
"Sweet Jude. You're my dearest punishment." cardan, 285
"You say I will be well because you fear I won't be." cardan, 288
"Glad you're up to mocking" "I hope it's the last thing about me to go." jude & cardan, 289
"Marry me. Become the queen of Elfhame." cardan, 304
"Maybe I wouldn't have to be afraid to love him." jude duarte, 306
"I will lie down. If you lie with me." cardan, 308
"I have become the Queen of Faerie" jude duarte, 308
"Revenge is sweet, but ice cream is sweeter" vivi, 321
the queen of nothing:
"All power is cursed." jude duarte, 10
"Love is stupid. All we do is break one another's hearts" Heather, 31
"Didn't you get my letters?" cardan, 68
"Maybe I believe that it's time for Elfhame to be ruled by a queen." jude duarte, 128
"She is my wife. The rightful High Queen of Elfhame. And most definitely not in exile." cardan, 147
"It was terrifying, watching you fall. I mean, you're generally terrifying, but I am unused to fearing for you." cardan, 159
"You never break." cardan, 159
"He was a symbol of everything about Elfhame that I couldn't have, everything that would never want me." jude duarte, 161
"I want you here by my side, as my queen" cardan, 163
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe he'd like to hear me scream."Â "I would. And perhaps one day I will." jude & cardan, 166
"I never thought love was a game" cardan, 185
"He's so beautiful, so perfectly, horribly, inhumanely beautiful that I can't barely breathe" jude duarte, 201
"By you, I am forever undone." cardan, 203
"We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to remove it." cardan, 203
"I missed you. In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you." jude duarte, 204
"My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned." cardan, 204
"Itâs you I love,â he says. âI spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didnât have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours." cardan, 209
"I do love you. I will always love you." jude duarte, 278
"Every part of me is a delight." cardan, 282
"I love you." jude duarte, 291
"If I let myself love you, I would burn up like a match. Like the whole matchbook" jude duarte, 291
"And you do love me." "I love you." "Because I am clever and funny. You didn't mention my handsomeness." "Or your deliciousness. Although those are both good qualities" cardan & jude, 291
"I knew little else, but I always knew you." cardan, 292
how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories:
"Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire." 31
"The odd curve of her ear was what he had noticed first." 55
"Jude, Cardan thought, hating even the shape of her name. Jude." 57
"Playing the villain was the only thing he'd ever really excelled at." 73
"There was absolutely no reason to think of Jude in that moment. she was utterly insignificant." 74
"Boys change. And so do stories." 79
"A heart of stone can still be broken." 86
"Stop telling me who I am. I am tired of your stories." 99
"I am nothing, if not dramatic." 111
"He had always been awful. Now he was just worse." 118
"And all through that night and for many nights after, he couldn't rid his thoughts of her. Not the hatred in her eyes. That he understood. That he didn't mind. It warmed him." 124
"But every night, Jude haunted him. The coils of her hair. The calluses on her fingers. An absent bite of her lip. It was too much, the way he thought about her. He knew it was too much, but he couldn't stop. It disgusted him that he couldn't stop." 124
"Remember, all you really get to control is yourself." 12
"Cardan cannot mind when he takes Jude in his arms." 132
"Why didn't you hate everyone? Everyone, all the time." "I hated you." 133
"Because stories tell a truth, if not precisely the truth." 159
"You don't think monster girls and wicked boys deserve love?" 162
"Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway." 165
"No one's heart has to remain stone." 166
"Surely you've heard of her, Jude Duarte." 166
"Truly, I don't know what I would do without her." 166
"You didn't hear the story I told. A shame. It featured a handsome boy with a heart of stone and a natural aptitude for villainy. Everything you could like."Â "You are really terrible, you know that? I don't even understand why the things you say makes me smile." 172
"The next time you want to make a point, I beg you not to make it so dramatically. "So long as you're begging." 173
the stolen heir:
"If I look at him too long, I want to take a bite out of him." 28
"I wonder which sister he'd glamoured. I hoped not the one who sat on the throne now, his life in her hands." 46
"The sword's name is Nightfell," he whispered. "It belongs to Jude." 49
"Some people are ridiculous. Especially when it comes to love." 69
"Let me do that," he says, taking strands of my hair in his fingers. "it's the color of primroses." 102
"Since you're in a benevolent mood, perhaps you'll also dance with me." 117
"Kissing him is profane. It gives all the horrible satisfaction of smashing a crystal goblet." 120
"Hit me again," the prince says, daring them. 146
"It's me. Now go away." "But I've only just found you. And I want to talk." "What will you give me if I do, Prince of Elfhame?" "The pleasure of my company?" 152
"Let me stay in the woods with you." 153
"I thought you didn't like me." "I can prentend, for one night." 155
"He'd acted the fool, that his enemies might believe he was one." 168
"It pleases me to see a Greenbriar with some teeth." I assume that the last is a dig at the High king, well known for leaving the fighting to his wife. 169
"It would be safer if I hated him. Since I cannot, perhaps it is a good thing that he now hates me" 171
"Maybe I'm glad that you gave me the opportunity to be my worst self." 173
"I suppose you want to believe I charmed you into kissing me?" 191
"He'll steal your heart." 198
"Do you know what I admire about you? That you never stopped being angry. It can be brave to hate. Sometimes it's like hope." 216
"It is my curse to adore cruel women." 235
"When his eyes meet mine, desire, as keen as any blade, bends the air between us. The moment slows. I want to bite his lip. To feel the heat of his skin. To slide my hands beneath his armor and trace the map of his scars." 247
"I am poison. Poison in my blood. I poison everything I touch." 279
"Pretend with me," he whispers. And then he presses his mouth to mine. 291
"My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more that I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore." 333
"Fear is not love, but it can appear much the same. So too, power." 349
"But I can't pretend that I don't like the sound of him screaming my name." 352
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â PLAYTHING â
⏠trueform ryomen sukuna x f!reader x uraume ⏠desc: having won the war & reclaimed his title as the king of curses⌠sukuna becomes bored. so, he has uraume prepare a toy for him. ⏠cw: 3.9k wc, dark content, dubcon, monsterfucking, (hopefully alternate) post canon (sukuna won & the age of curses has returned), virgin reader, blood (reader rips a lil), size difference, uraume has a dick & tiddies if that matters, reader is not a curse user but can see curses, vaginal & anal fingering, sukuna has two cocks, dacryphilia, cervix fucking, oral (reader receiving), cum as lube, sukunaâs tummy mouth makes an appearance, creampies, double penetration in two holes, pet names (plaything, toy, good girl, sweet thing, etc), not proofread, lemme know if i missed anything. ⏠a/n: weâve got somewhat of a plot happening⌠i think⌠also, thank you to the lovely aleks ( @princess-okkotsu ) for allowing me to use his idea from this post !!Â
â 18 & UP CONTENT !! M.DNI !! â
Itâs been several weeks since the collapse of society as you knew it. Youâve done well to keep your head on your shoulders and your limbs intact as time passed. You took what you considered the safest route: become a servant to he who is the strongest, Ryomen Sukuna.Â
You didnât particularly agree with his views or what he was doing, but you wanted to survive. And you would do anything to survive. Society might have collapsed, but the beautiful forests and the oceans have not. You might not get to watch your favourite band live anymore, but you could sit in a meadow and enjoy the cool breeze on your skin. The best way to bring that future to life, in your opinion, was to side with the strongest. Even if the conditions were harrowing at times, at least you were alive for a bit longer.Â
Sukuna never stayed in one place for too long. He always wanted to conquer someplace new, destroy those who he deem worthy of his destruction and just enjoy this new world he is yet to fully be acquainted with. Due to this, your dreams easily became a reality. You were able to travel whilst also being safe as a servant of his. Few humans willingly served him and kept him properly entertained, so he kept you around.Â
Most of Sukunaâs servants were humans or curse users who had a similar goal as you â to stay alive. But they often didnât last long. They bored Sukuna. What is the point of a toy if it doesnât fight back or entertain him? That is not a toy, but a ragdoll.Â
He would die before admitting it, but you were definitely his favourite plaything. He has enjoyed many women, men and others in between his fights, but none of them were as enjoyable as you were. None of them were as eager as you to please him â to keep air in your lungs.Â
The first night he had Uraume prepare you for him, you were rather frightened. Youâve never done this before, and definitely not with someone as big and frightening as him.Â
You were somewhat surprised that he had the decency to allow you a bath beforehand. What you however did not find surprising, was that he insisted on watching as Uraume bathed and prepared you for him.Â
He sat at the shallower end of the hot spring, enjoying the heat of the water on his skin. Despite having just recently returned from what you could only assume to be a slaughter-fest, he was clean. It was most likely due to Uraume that he was clean â he didnât trust anyone else to bathe him.Â
But now it was your turn to be bathed. Uraume was silent as they removed your robe and set it aside. They helped clean up, wasting no time as they ran the coarse cloth across your skin to get rid of any dirt and dead skin. Uraume lathered your body in a scentless soap before rinsing it off with water from a wooden pitcher. It honestly felt amazing.Â
After being properly rinsed off, Uraume helped you into the hot spring. The warm water felt so good against your skin. Your momentary relaxation was quickly brought to a halt when Uraume rather roughly lifted your one leg up. You struggled to keep your balance, a gasp leaving your lips as Uraumeâs free hand steadied you.Â
âItâs time to prepare you properly,â Uraume spoke in an almost monotone voice as they slid their hand downwards towards your cunt. With your leg held up your cunt was on full display. Your cheeks felt warm as you noticed how Sukuna looked at you.Â
Sukuna gave a brief nod to let Uraume know they can begin.Â
In order to support yourself a bit better you held onto Uraume. Their skin was surprisingly warm against yours. You gasped as Uraumeâs fingers moved to spread your pussy lips. They wasted no time to caress your folds and carefully press a finger to your clit, circling it. Uraume has barely even done anything to you, yet you can already feel the warm stickiness between your folds as their fingers trail down to your hole. Perhaps it was Uraumeâs careful touches, or the way Sukuna cupped his cocks beneath the water as he watched you â or perhaps a mixture of both.Â
You couldnât hold back your voice, whining as Uraume pushed a finger into you. Youâve never had someone do this to you. It felt quite different from what you were expecting.Â
Your whimpers and whines as Uraume fingered you had Sukunaâs cocks throbbing. Usually he doesnât give his toys any kind of preparation⌠but he wanted to enjoy you more than once. With cocks as big as his, youâd be left useless without any proper preparation beforehand.Â
You whined as Uraume added a second finger. It became harder and harder to muffle your moans. You squeezed your eyes shut, moaning out Uraumeâs name as they spread their fingers inside you while also teasing your clit with their thumb.Â
Somehow this was a mistake, as Uraume quickly removed their fingers from your cunt and grabbed your face. They forced you to look in the direction of Sukuna.Â
âI am not the one whose name you should be calling. I am merely a tool. Be thankful to Lord Sukuna for allowing you pleasure.â Their voice was stern and even a bit scary.
You gulped and nodded, âThank you, Lord Sukuna.âÂ
With a wave of his hand Sukuna allowed Uraume to continue stretching you, pleased with your response.Â
This time Uraume wasnât as gentle. They seemed a bit ticked off. How dare you call out their name when your pleasure is all thanks to Lord Sukuna?Â
You moaned and whined at how sudden and forceful Uraumeâs fingers were. They pumped into you, pressing against that extra sensitive spot inside you with each thrust. You couldnât help but tear up as a third finger was added. It stinged a bit, being forced to take more than you were ready for. But you forced yourself to bear with it.Â
Uraumeâs grip on your leg that was still forced in the air tightened as you leaned back against them, moaning out Sukunaâs name. But then all of a sudden they let go of your leg, almost making you injure yourself as you lost your balance. They grabbed your face, this time much more forceful than before. It seemed like they were losing their temper with you.Â
âKeep your eyes on Lord Sukuna.âÂ
âI apologise, my Lord,â you whimpered out and nodded, standing on your tiptoes as Uraume continued to pump their fingers into you.Â
Uraume didnât lift your leg up again, this time using their other hand to press a fourth finger into you. You couldnât help the tears that rolled down your cheeks, it hurt but it also felt unexplainably good. You could feel yourself heat up inside. It was like a knot was coming undone, like something was about to burst.
âToo much,â you squirmed against Uraume, âItâs too much!â You squeezed your thighs together and bent forward in an attempt to make them stop. Your efforts were useless as Uraume simply bent forward with you, shoving yet another finger into your cunt. This time it hurt a bit, the string didnât feel as good as before, but Uraume didnât stop. They kept going.Â
âThis is nothing compared to Lord Sukuna,â Uraume said, only adding another finger and forcing your hole even wider.Â
âFuck! Lord Sukuna!â You cried out his name, forcing your head up to look at him â not wanting to upset him or Uraume. You could feel that tight knot inside you come undone, and soon your warm juices coated Uraumeâs fingers even more than they already did.Â
Despite your orgasm, Uraume didnât stop. You could cry; the pleasure was just too much. Your entire body shook and jerked against Uraumeâs. It was only when Sukuna lifted his hand in dismissal that Uraume stopped.Â
As soon as Uraume stopped, they also let go of you â no longer supporting your body against theirs. They let you fall into the water, not paying you any mind as Sukuna beckoned them over. He whispered something to them before they exited the bath.Â
âCome closer,â Sukuna said, looking down at you.Â
You gulped, nodding as you forced your body to move closer to his. You couldnât stand, your legs far too unstable beneath you. Once you were close enough, Sukuna allowed you to use his leg for support, smirking at how pathetic you were.Â
âWhat a disrespectful toy you are, cumming before I even had a chance to taste you.â Sukunaâs voice was stern. One of his hands squeezed your ass, nails barely digging into the skin as he pulled you closer. âWhat do you have to say for yourself?âÂ
âI,â you struggled to speak, âIâm sorry⌠for cumming before you⌠Lord Sukunaâ It was hard to keep looking at him. It felt like those crimson eyes of his could burn holes into you at any moment.Â
âWhat will you do to make it up to me?â He cocked a brow, intrigued by how you might answer. He did, however, grope his cock, carefully stroking it as a hint of what your response should be.Â
âIâll make you cumâŚ?â You werenât entirely sure of your answer, but Sukuna seemed pleased.Â
âGood.â You gasped as he promptly lifted you with one hand, tossing you over his shoulder as he stood from the hot spring. âLetâs go somewhere more comfortable.â Sukuna walked into the inn that he was currently using as his abode.Â
The room was dimly lit with candles due to the lack of electricity. Uraume stood in the corner. A large futon was laid out above tatami mats. Sukuna handed you over to Uraume before he laid down on the futon.Â
âCome now,â Sukuna said and Uraume ushered you towards him.Â
Now that Sukunaâs lower body was no longer beneath water, you finally got a proper look at just how monstrous he is. You did expect him to be abnormally big⌠but you didnât exactly expect him to have not one, but two monstrous cocks.Â
âAre both of those going inside me?â You blurted out, forgetting in what kind of a situation you were.Â
âEventually,â Sukuna spoke, raising a hand to indicate to Uraume that they mustnât punish you for speaking so bluntly. He couldnât help the devilish grin on his face as he saw the fear in your eyes. âBut donât worry, my little thing, Uraume will guide you properly.â He pulled you onto him, making you straddle his cocks.Â
You whined as Uraumeâs hands moved to your hips, pressing you down onto Sukunaâs lower cock, the upper one pressing against your lower abdomen.Â
âKeep moving like this,â Uraume said, still guiding your movements to help you rub yourself on Sukunaâs cock. His cock spread your folds and became slick with your cum the more you rubbed against him.Â
Youâd be a liar if you said it didnât feel good. You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Uraume no longer had to force your hips to move, now simply just keeping their hands on your sides because Sukuna hasnât given them permission to let go.Â
Your moans and pants only made it harder for Sukuna to hold back. He had to stop himself from just grabbing you by the waist and using you like some fleshlight. He couldnât take his eyes off of you â the way you rubbed against him, the way your tits bounced with every small movement, the way your legs trembled. It all made his cocks throb.Â
âCome, touch here, too.â One of Sukunaâs large hands took hold of your wrist and guided your hand to the cock pressed against your belly. âPay attention to him as well, sweet thing.âÂ
You nodded, a moan leaving your lips the more you rocked your hips. You carefully ran your hands along the sides of Sukunaâs upper cock. It was so big. Your fingers barely overlapped as you wrapped both your hands around the fattest part of it. The veins were pulsing as you pressed on it. You wondered how you were supposed to fit something this large inside you. Would it even fit? You wouldnât die, would you?Â
âThatâs it,â Sukuna groaned out as you finally started properly moving your hands up and down his shaft. The tip was fat, leaking precum already, and then it became a bit thinner before fattening again. The base of his cock probably had the least girth, yet even something of that thickness would be hard to take.Â
You rubbed your hand over the small hole of the tip, collecting precum onto your hands before going back to stroking Sukunaâs cock. The slickness and warmth of the precum made it feel even more erotic. Sukunaâs groans and breathy moans were also quite erotic. It made you feel all tingly inside.Â
With most of your attention focused on the cock in front of you, you had lessened the movements of your hips. So Uraume took over for you, forcing your hips to move whilst also pushing you further down on Sukuna. Uraume didnât exactly have the gentlest grip as they rutted you against Sukunaâs cock. It made you whine.Â
âClose.â Sukuna looked at you, his brows furrowed and a faint flush visible on his cheeks. You could tell he was close with how his cocks throbbed against you.Â
You yelped when Uraume suddenly lifted you up with inhuman strength, forcing your legs apart as they held you in a full nelson. You couldnât help the cry that left your lips when Sukuna forced the tip of his lower cock into your hole, spilling his seed inside you. It was so warm⌠and so much. He didnât just spill seed from his lower cock, his upper cock was quickly coating you in his sticky cum.Â
With the tip of his cock inside you and his warm seed filling you up, you couldnât help but squirt out your own release. Just like Sukuna coated you in his cum, you coated him in yours. Your eyes widened at the sight of the mouth of his stomach opening and his large tongue licking up your juices that had spilled onto him.Â
âWell. arenât you a sight for sore eyes.â Sukuna smirked, pulling the tip of his cock out of you to enjoy the view as his cum leaked from your cunt. It came out in large globs, making unholy noises that had you wishing to disappear.Â
You wanted to hide your face, but Uraume didnât let you. As Sukuna took hold of your body with two of his hands, Uraume made sure to keep your gaze forwards toward Sukuna.Â
âKeep your eyes on Lord Sukuna.â Uraume was stern and cold as they spoke. They squeezed your cheeks, a warning of what they might do if you look away again. Uraume had patience for no one but their Lord Sukuna.Â
Sukuna used a free hand to smear the cum on your stomach downwards and towards your cunt before pressing a finger in between your pussy lips. Your body quivered as he scooped his cum into your cunt, forcing two fingers into you with no warning. His fingers were much thicker than that of Uraumeâs â two of his were almost thicker than four of Uraumeâs. But it still wasnât as thick as the tip of his cock that was only momentarily inside you earlier.Â
âYouâll be a good girl and take my cock.â Sukunaâs words were a statement, not a question. He doesnât ask for permission. He takes that which he wants. And right now he wants to ruin your pretty cunt.Â
You nodded in response to what Sukuna said, âYes, my Lord.â You couldnât help the tears that trickled down your cheeks as Sukuna spread his fingers inside you. You couldnât differentiate the pain from the remaining pleasure from your orgasm.Â
âGood girl.â Sukuna didnât give you much time to process anything as he replaced his fingers with his cock. In one harsh thrust he buried his cock as deep into your cunt as he could.Â
You couldnât help but scream, even more tears coating your cheeks now. It hurt so much. You grabbed onto Sukunaâs arms, digging your nails into his flesh. Your eyes were wide and your mouth agape as Sukuna started moving his hips.Â
âUraume⌠prepare yourself,â Sukuna spoke with a groan. You were so tight it almost hurt.Sukuna noticed the bit of blood that dripped along his cock and couldnât help but lick his lips.Â
Uraume responded immediately, releasing your face from their grip before coating their hands in Sukunaâs cum that had squirted out of you. They bent forward, pretty much leaning against you as they started fingering their ass. Uraume was already a bit loose, having been used by Sukuna not too long ago. So it didnât take them long to prepare themself and sink down onto Sukunaâs lower cock.Â
Even though you were crying from the sting of the stretch, it was hard to miss the way Uraume moaned behind you as they took Sukunaâs entire cock into their hole. It made you squeeze your thighs together. They sounded so erotic compared to their usual stern voice.Â
Uraumeâs sticky hands were on your hips, guiding you lower onto Sukunaâs cock and forcing even louder cries from you. You were sure if he went any deeper he would pass through your cervix. Even though he was filling every nook and cranny inside you, he was yet to bury himself fully into your cunt.Â
âEasy, plaything, weâve got a long night ahead of us.â Sukuna wiped a tear from your face, holding your gaze. His momentary illusion of gentleness came to an abrupt end as he forced his cock fully into you and into your womb. You were sure your scream travelled several miles.Â
It hurt so much. You werenât sure if you had been ripped earlier, but now you were certain. It just hurt way too much. Even though the pain was overwhelming, the warm sensation along your cunt made it a bit more bearable. You frowned. A warm sensation?Â
You looked down, brows furrowed and vision a bit blurry from your tears. You let out a yelp at the sight of Sukunaâs stomach mouth��s tongue slurping at the pinkish mix of blood and cum leaking out of you. You squirmed above him, suddenly overwhelmed by everything that was happening. You felt like you could pass out.Â
âGet yourself⌠together,â Uraume scolded you in between moans as they bounced on Sukunaâs cock, âLord Sukuna⌠is yet to be satisfied.â They squeezed your sides, digging their nails into your flesh as they forcefully lifted you up and down on Sukunaâs cock. Neither Sukuna nor Uraume were showing you any kind of mercy.Â
You felt yourself become dizzy. It was all just too much. Little sparks were coating your vision and before you knew it an orgasm was forced out of you. The way Sukunaâs tongue toyed with your clit made your body jerk and spasm.Â
Sukuna groaned at how tight you became around him as you squirted a third stream of juices onto him. He couldnât deny just how good you tasted. It made him want to ruin you even more.Â
âUraume,â Sukuna spoke, a mischievous smirk on his lips, âprepare my toyâs other hole for yourself.âÂ
Your eyes widened at his words. But before you could blurt out a ânoâ of any kind, Uraume had their fingers shoved into your mouth to shut you up. Their other hand moved down to where you and Sukuna were connected, collecting the slick from your skin before smearing it onto your asshole.Â
This time Uraume was less patient and gentle with you as they prepared your hole for themself. They still worked on loosening you properly⌠but more hurriedly. You whined and kept moving around due to the overwhelming stimulation. It was all just a little too much.Â
It took Uraume a while to properly stretch you out, but eventually they had you loose enough for them to push their cock into you. You yelped at the intrusion, now crying out Sukunaâs name since Uraume removed their fingers from your mouth. Instead Uraumeâs hands were fondling your chest whilst their own chest pressed to your back. Their tits were so soft â it was a bit comforting given everything else that was happening.Â
Sukuna smirked at the sight of both you and Uraume grinding on his cocks. He removed his hands from your skin, forcing you to lean back against Uraume for support as they leaned onto you. He didnât move his hips much, instead expecting you and Uraume to do all the work. The most that Sukuna was doing was slurping up your juices with the tongue protruding from his stomach.Â
âYouâre doing so well, my sweet thing,â Sukuna praised you, lifting a hand to stroke your tear stained cheek. His brows were furrowed as he struggled to keep himself contained. He had told himself to hold back, to not ruin you the first time he got to use you. But he could no longer help himself. âCan you do even better?âÂ
Both you and Uraume gasped when Sukuna suddenly sat up. Two of his hands grabbed your hips while the other two grabbed Uraumeâs hips. Neither you nor Uraume had any time to process what was happening before Sukuna started lifting you up and down onto his cocks.Â
You cried out for him to stop, saying itâs too much and that it hurts, but you were ignored. Uraume was moaning just as loud as you now, their nails digging into the soft flesh of your stomach as they held onto you for dear life. Their cock was still buried balls deep inside your ass, but they were no longer thrusting their hips into you.Â
You could feel both Sukuna and Uraumeâs cocks throbbing inside you. They were close, and so were you. You werenât even aware that you could cum this many times.Â
Sukunaâs bruising grip on your hips tightened even more before he forced you down onto his cock until he was fully sheathed inside you.Â
Your eyes rolled back and you cried out even louder than before, your walls tightening around Sukuna and Uraume as you came yet again. Your body jerked and spasmed as your climax ran through you.Â
It wasnât long before both Sukuna and Uraume emptied themselves into your holes, squirting you full of their cum. Sukuna kept you on his cock as it throbbed with each rope of semen it coated your walls with. Uraume was nearly limp behind you, weakly holding onto you and panting into your neck.Â
Sukuna waited a while until he was sure he had fully emptied himself into you and Uraume before he pulled you off of his cocks. âYou did well,â he spoke in an uncharacteristically gentle voice. He stroked both yours and Uraumeâs stomachs, pressing on it to force his cum to squirt out of you. The sight only excited him once more.Â
âCome on, let us go again. Iâll see to your healing later.âÂ
â END NOTES â
this went a lot faster than i was expecting... i hope it doesn't seem too rushed T-T
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Trigger Finger Ready and Got Nowhere To Run To
Did you ever imagine your boyfriend would offer up your body to solve a yakuza dispute? No, but you aren't surprised.
â§Ë*°࿠: 18+ only, no minors.  â§. â âyakuza!ryomen sukuna x f!reader x yakuza!toji fushiguro
Genre: filthy filthy porn with a plot Notes: biggest happy bday to the dilf of dilfs (and my husband of husbands), toji!! (++ sukuna bc they r both beefy n hot :3) Warnings: 18+, dub/noncon, mentions of violence/murder, toxic!relationship, free use âĄ, manipulation, jealousy, fem!Uraume, degradation âĄ, praise, no prep, oral fixation âĄ, size!kink, daddy!kink, choking (hands + belt), slight breathplay, exhibitionism, spanking, dacryphilia âĄ, dumbification, creampie(s), calls your pussy âshe/herâ, slight cucking, oral (m+f receiving), restraints, fingering âĄ, pussy spanks, squirting âĄ, multiple orgasms, double penetration!(one hole), brief anal mentioning, breeding âĄ, belly bulge âĄ, pet names (princess, brat, good girl, sweetheart). Words: 15.2k
Youâre numb.
Only mentally, numb, to the word which you willingly leapt into. A world with bloodied rivers and bodies piled to the height of the highest mountains. None of it bothers you, not anymore.
Talks of murder and dismemberment barely reach your ears as you flip through the pages of your magazine. You arenât sure why Sukuna insisted that you be here. He likes to show you off, you suppose. He likes to flaunt what he possesses, and his men never will.
âHow much longer?â you whisper, eyes scanning the pages on the gossip mag in your hands. Youâd rather be reading a copy of Vogue, but one of Sukunaâs idiotic subordinates picked up the wrong magazine in a hurry.
Actually⌠You havenât seen him since.
âWhat have I told you?â your lover whispers back, he leans over to you. His head turns away from looking at the men in the room as the meeting goes on. But their boss sharing his attention with you rather than the subject at hand earns a few nosy onlookers watching you converse. âBe a brat in private, not here.â
You sigh, crossing one leg over the other as you carry on reading. Sukunaâs hand rests on your thigh before he scowls at the men whoâd dare to look at him with an emotion other than fear in their eyes.
He stands up, staring down silently at everyone in the room. It even manages to get your attention. The dread heâs able to instill into his subordinates is more than just impressive to you. Itâs exhilirating. Sukuna is a king, and not just to you. To his little brother sitting nearby as the meeting continues. To the subordinates he trusts and who hang on his every solitary breath. And to the public.
People know who you are, now.
Youâre Sukunaâs girl.
You were nothing, until him.
He was quite fond of your big mouth and downright horrible attitude when you met. He liked that you didnât know who he was, and you didnât hold back when he accidentally bumped into you while shopping. You were wearing a white sundress that hugged every inch of your body, and the coffee in your hand turned the material murky and hideous.
The men surrounding him and ready to silence you for good werenât even registered in your mind. You didnât even notice they were there until the friend you were shopping with told you to shut up.
You insulted him, sure. But Sukuna was barely listening. He was too drawn to the way the liquid made your already tight dress cling and stick in all of the right places. Your decision to go braless became painfully obvious to anyone whoâd dare let their eyeline drop to your chest.
He dismissed his men, earning a sigh of relief from you and your friend. You watched him carefully as he pulled out his wallet.
âI ruined your dress, huh? Let me buy you a new one, and a new coffee.â he told you. Your eyes bulged as you saw the fat wad of cash in his hand. He smirked, watching your hand hesitate back and forth as you were unsure whether to accept it.
Before him, you werenât wealthy.
The opposite, really.
You were barely making ends meet and every penny you had was spent on living essentials and rent. The money he offered you was enough for more than that. He was handing you the option to live a little. But before you could take it, before you could fully grasp the bank notes in his hand, he flicked his wrist away.
âI want your number for the pleasure of this expensive meeting.â he grinned.
In hindsight, it was incredibly stupid to accept money from a yakuza man. It seemed like too good of an offer to turn down, though.
For the pleasure of knowing Sukuna and that chance meeting, there have been ups and downs. Everything you knew before Sukuna is your old life. You canât remember the last time you saw those friends you had. You havenât been back to your old apartment in over a year, though you know Sukuna still pays the rent on it.
Itâs used for some kind of illegal activities, youâre sure. You donât know why else heâd still pay for it otherwise.
Your old clothes werenât good enough for you anymore. Thatâs how Sukuna felt. And with each extortionate purchase he made, you began to agree. You can no longer bear the thought of wearing some cheap, discounted item like you used to. Your entire wardrobe is designer, and youâre like a new woman.
If anyone from your past could see you now, they wouldnât recognise you.
You donât care, though. Youâve been poor and youâve been miserable. What Sukuna gave you that day wasnât just money, it was an opportunity to cast the old you aside. Youâre glamorous, youâre taken care of.
But most importantly, youâre loved.
Youâre an object, a doll for him to play with.
But he loves you.
Itâs apparent in the way you are in private together. He can be so many things in so many ways. But you know that you are more loved by him than youâve ever been in any other relationship. He loves you more than friends and family combined.
To Sukuna, youâre everything.
âListen. Up.â he starts. You know he doesnât mean you. He wouldnât mind if you kept your nose buried in your tacky magazine for the entire day. And yet, you find yourself closing it and putting it down on the desk in front of you. Your sole focus is on him. âMy wife and I have better things to be doing than sitting here listening to this shit. Figure out this territorial dispute, today, or Iâm going to lose my patience.â
His wife.
Everyoneâs eyes fall on you when he refers to you as such, and it takes every ounce of concentration and sheer will power to stop yourself from smiling. Your face remains straight and composed, but there are two men who know you enough to see through the façade.
Sukuna, and his brother.
The elder of the two looks down at you, only because he loves to see you squirm because of him. And heâs proud of you, oh so proud that you are well behaved and know that you should appear as strict as he is.
Yuuji, however, has to turn away so no one can see how much he wants to laugh. Heâs always liked you; he likes that his brother likes you and he likes how nice you are when you warm up to people. People like him. Heâs gotten to know you through being his brotherâs second in command. If Sukuna canât be by your side, Yuuji will be.
And he thinks itâs cute, really, how much you love his big brother. The big brother that most would see as nought more than a terrifying monster. A murderer and a fiend who can so easily ruin lives just because he feels like it.
Yuuji thinks itâs downright adorable.
Heâs snapped out of his thoughts when his big brother whistles. He watches as you hurriedly stuff your magazine back into your handbag and follow him to the exit. Yuuji follows, too, after his brother gives him a commanding look.
âYou shouldnât lie.â you mutter, leaving the room and walking by Sukunaâs side as Yuuji trails behind you both. Sukuna turns his head sideways so he can look down at you. His tattooed hands remain in his pants pockets as you approach the exit of the building. You keep looking forwards, though. And he smirks.
Itâs a cute little pout he recognises.
âYou are my wife.â he tells you. âDonât be a brat because I havenât proposed, how droll.â
You scoff, finally looking at him, your full glossy lips seem to pout even harder when you actually face him.
âYou know what happens when you get married for real, princess?â he asks. And you scoff, again, because you know what heâs going to say. He says the same thing every time you have this truly trite conversation. âBoring sex. And then, none at all. And I know you canât live without this cock in you for too long.â
âYouâre disgusââ
âSpeaking of which,â he stops walking and turns to face you. It makes you laugh every time he talks about how boring your sex life would be if you got married. You arenât sure how true it is, but it amuses you, nonetheless. He gets his wallet from his inner breast pocket and withdraws his credit card, handing it to you with a wide smile on his face. âThatâs what you get when youâre a good girl. Thank you.â he grabs the crown of your head with a large palm and plants a sweet kiss on your forehead.
âI thought we were talking about sex, not money.â you speak, and he smiles. âWhich do you think I prefer?â
âWith me, sex. In general, money.â he tells you, and you suppose heâs right. âBut with money, you can buy things for sex. Unless you want to be a brat, I can take back the card. Otherwise, buy a pretty set for daddy to fuck you in.â
He loves how your demeanour changes at the use of your favourite name for him when youâre alone. Yuuji is here, yes, but he knows the intricacies of your relationship so thereâs no need to be concerned.
âTheeeere she is, daddyâs good girl.â he approaches you; his hand settles on your waist. A simple cue for Yuuji to know he doesnât want to be here. He walks on ahead; and you both watch him walk by before focusing on each other again. He backs you up until your shoulder blades rest against the wall. You tilt your head to kiss him, but he pulls his head back to tease you. âWhy arenât you always a good girl for me?â he wonders.
You allow your head to loll back against the wall with a gentle thud. He watches you, intently, wondering whatâs going on in that pretty head of yours. His eyes drop as your right hand gently traces over his crisp black dress shirt until you find his tie.
And you tug.
His body cages you in and you will never get over what a behemoth of a man he is. Heâs so intimidatingly large. Youâre like a little mouse about to be devoured by a viper. And yet, somehow, youâre in control. He gasps, albeit quietly, but there is pleasure behind it as you pull him closer.
âYouâd be so bored if I was always good, daddy. And you fuck me better when Iâm a brat for you.â you tell him, voice filled with lust as your sultry tones reach his ears. His cock twitches at your words, although heâs tired of you having the upper hand. One hand grabs your jaw, and you know if he wanted to, he could break it with ease. But you smile, willingly.
If you are to die, it would be an honour by his hand.
He kills you with a kiss, instead. Your thoughts dissipate as you allow your lips to lock and teeth to clash as you needily make out. His body presses into yours, uncaring for the place or potential audience that could find you at any moment. A soft, needy moan slips by your lips as you feel his hardening bulge grind between your legs. It makes him smile, smugly and proud as he steals continuous little noises from you.
âYou only keep your fucking mouth shut when youâre getting this dick.â he comments, his tongue licks against yours before he suffocates your desperately mewling with heated kisses once again. He pulls away, whispering in your ear. âYouâre nice ân wet for daddy, yeah? Want my cock, baby?â
âMhmmâŚâ you nod, raising your leg to rest on his hip. His fingers squeeze into the flesh of your thigh as he helps it settle in place. His kisses are barely there anymore. Soft pecks as he gradually pulls away until youâre whimpering and begging for more. âPlease, daddy⌠please.â
âAwe,â he gives you one final kiss before looking over his shoulder to see some of the higher ranked members of his organisation approach. He pulls away, leaving you completely breathless. âBrats donât decide when their holes get used. Their daddyâs do.â he reminds you.
Youâre left panting with your hand on your chest as he walks away. He looks over his shoulder at you before giving you a self-satisfied smirk as he waves at you.
âKeep your cunt wet for daddy.â he tells you.
You scoff, fleeing the scene quickly as the humiliation of his words surges through you. The lack of respect and discretion should make you furious. And honestly, it does. But that feeling of anger and fury is overridden with pure, unadulterated lust.
âHey, are you ready to go?â Yuuji asks as you walk through the double doors and out into the blaring summer sun. The heat is unbearable, youâre sure the sidewalk would steam if you poured water onto it. âAre you okay? Thirsty? Can I carry your jacket?â Yuuji wonders. And you nod.
âThanks, Yuu.â you smile, taking off your coat for him to hold for you. âYouâre taking care of me again, I guess.â you sigh, but try to remain optimistic. You both know youâd rather Sukuna be the one taking you shopping, but you donât hate spending time with his brother.
âWhat are we shopping for today?â he asks, opening the door to his car for you to climb into. He puts your coat in the back and rushes around to driverâs seat. âYou can go crazy since he wonât be there to stop you.â he winks. You giggle a little as he buckles himself in and starts the car. âOh, he wanted you to get some lingerie, right?â
You go quiet, looking down at your hands as you nod quickly. Itâs almost unnoticeable, but Yuuji knows. He starts driving to a boutique he knows you like, smiling to himself. Youâre so brazen and loud most of the time. You can be so confident and fearless.
But he thinks itâs sweet that you get so shy about things like this.
âIâm not judging you, yâknow.â he tells you, looking to the side to see if youâre listening. You raise your head to look at him, the slight anxiety you feel slowly leaves your body the longer you look at him. âYouâre a good friend to me. Iâm happy Sukuna met you, otherwise I wouldnât know you.â
âYuujiâŚâ you respond, you canât stop yourself from smiling as you hear his sweet words. It makes him laugh, though. Heâs happy he managed to break you out of your nervous sulk. âI wonder sometimes⌠if Iâm crazy.â
âYou are.â he tells you. You lightly slap his arm, âHey, Iâm driving!â he laughs. âYou have some kind of arrangement with my brother, right? That doesnât matter. You love him, donât you? I know he loves you too. Heâs told me enough, and I can see it in his eyes. Youâre crazy, but he is too.â
An arrangement.
Youâre happy itâs a secret, even to Yuuji. If anyone from your past life knew what you agreed to with Sukuna, theyâd be ashamed. You figure anyone would be, really. But you donât care. Yuuji is right.
Sukuna is crazy.
But so are you.
âThanks, Yuuji.â you smile, weakly. âYouâre a good friend to me, too.â
Sukuna is possessive, heâs greedy.
But what Sukuna doesnât know wonât hurt him. You model a few lingerie sets to his little brother. And Yuuji, of course, is a perfect gentleman about it. His eyes rake over your body, though you can detect a lack of lust in him. Thereâs another woman on his mind that you know to be the reason. Heâs a lovesick puppy, and you are off limits. He isnât stupid, but heâs happy to help you shop.
Sukuna should be the one here with you now, anyway. He should be the one watching you try on panties and bras and pretty baby dolls. And yet, heâs sent you away to give himself some peace while he works on whatever the hell it is he does all day. Threatening and being a general bastard to the city at large.
If he were here, you know youâd be getting fucked within an inch of your life in every pretty ensemble you try on.
âYuuji, what is your brother doing today?â you ask him, pouting a little. It feels humiliating to have to ask. You should know where your boyfriend is and who heâs with. Even Yuuji looks taken aback. Does Sukuna often keep you in the dark? Itâs not like what he does for a living is some big secret.
â⌠Thereâs a huge territorial dispute right nowâŚâ he starts, looking at the store clerks and urging them to walk away if they know whatâs good for them. They do, giving you two the space to talk. âHe and the other higher ups are having a follow up meeting to decide what to do.â
You huff and start to undress as you head back into the changing room.
âUraume?â you wonder, already knowing the answer. âIs she there?â
âWell, sheâs Sukunaâs right hand. After me, obviously.â he tells you, and it only earns another huff of annoyance from you.
You know what Sukuna will want is for you to pick a pretty lingerie set to wear under your clothes all day until he gets home. Youâre not doing that, though, not now. Not when you know heâs with her. Heâs lucky youâre even still buying any in the first place. Yuuji watches you as you tell the staff to ring you up, a look almost akin to sorrow lingering in his soft brown eyes.
âNothing is going on between them, yâknow.â he tries to assure you. All you can do is scoff. The notion of remaining silent dies as you begin to think about how many positions heâs probably fucking her in while you run around and play the role of the oblivious wife.
A wife without a ring, at that.
âNo offence Yuuji, Iâm not exactly going to take your word for it. Heâs your brother.â you sigh. He grabs the shopping bags for you once you pay the extortionate price. Sukuna had told you to get a set, not several. But you think itâs the least you deserve after finding out heâs with Uraume instead of you. âI want some new jewellery, letâs go.â
You hold the door open for Yuuji before you walk side by side towards the nearest jewellery store. Sukunaâs feelings are the least of your concern, whether heâs frustrated with your purchases or not doesnât matter to you. Not right now. Youâre hellbent on giving his credit card a workout before you go home.
The air conditioning hits you as you enter. Yuuji finds a seat as you begin to browse, dumping your shopping bags by his feet. He keeps a watchful eye on you as youâre shown around at some pieces you might like. A necklace is calling your name, but new earrings would be nice, too. But with the way youâre feeling, you might just leave with everything that you take even the vaguest of interest in.
You hear Yuujiâs phone ring behind you, and it forces you to look at him expectantly. Itâs embarrassing, really, how badly youâre hoping itâs Sukuna to ask for your location so he can be here with you. But his younger sibling shakes his head despondently, feeling sad that heâs letting you down.
âShit, I have to go.â Yuuji tells you, and your brows furrow. You canât remember the last time youâve been left alone. What could be so important? He looks at you, eyes serious and almost desperate as he wills you to listen to him. âI wonât be long, please donât leave. Sukuna will kill me if anything happens to you.â
âItâs fine, Yuu.â you nod, barely looking at him anymore as you admire the glimmering jewels in their glass display cases once more. âIâll be here.â
He smiles, gratefully, and squeezes your shoulder. His speed is impressive, youâre surprised you havenât been left with a dust cloud as he leaves your side and departs the store. You have no idea whatâs happening, but it must be serious if Yuuji had to rush off like that.
The clerk assisting you canât help but fawn over how gorgeous you look as he allows you to try on a diamond necklace that caught your eye. Itâs simple, something youâd wear every day. Itâs glamorous but not overstated.
âThere are matching earrings, if youâre interested.â the clerk tells you, and you nod. âAnd thereâsââ
âIf it matches, Iâll take it all.â you smile. The clerk nods and takes the necklace from you. You watch for a few minutes as he wanders around and collects everything youâve asked for, but you soon get bored and begin browsing again.
You raise your head as you see two men with black hair enter. You unintentionally stare, but soon avert your gaze when another necklace catches your eyes. You hear the men discuss something about a sister, and you deduce they are likely here to purchase gifts. You feel your blood run cold as they become silent, and you feel them glaring at you.
Youâve gotten a sense of when people are sizing you up, now. Even if itâs something as tedious as being leered at. Being with Sukuna has taught you to sense danger, however small.
âIâd like this necklace as well, please.â you speak, hoping your confidence and signalling of the staff will get them to stop staring at you. The clerk nods and sends another member of staff to your side to aid you.
You look in the direction of the men. Truthfully, you arenât sure if you had tried to warn them that you were onto them with a look their way. It seems like youâre more interested in scoping out a potential threat.
âItâll suit you.â the younger one says. âMaybe we should get something like that for Tsumiki?â
The older man is silent.
Your skin tightens together, breaking out in goosebumps as his looming presence gets closer and closer to you. You clear your throat, hoping that it will be enough to tell him that you know heâs there and you donât want him to be. It does little to dissuade him, though.
He stares at you, urging you to return it. Thereâs an uncomfortable yet palpable silence between the two of you as you look into each otherâs eyes. His face is sculpted, yet damaged. And still, you find him beautiful. A scar stabs betwixt his lips, though itâs aged and healed.
Itâs a warning, in itself, that you shouldnât trust him.
But his gaze is serious and endearing all in one. His eyes are beautiful, just like the man heâs with. Thereâs no doubt, now, that theyâre related. Theyâre like a copy of one another. Father and son, you suspect. Though they remind you of Sukuna and Yuuji. The man in front of your appears to be the same age as your lover, maybe a little older. Yuuji is around the same age at the young man accompanying him.
You find yourself lost in his eyes, an odd compulsion to figure out this man and his life story. Who is he and what could he want with you? Your guard has been lowered, despite it being unwise. You should be more alert, if anything.
But those eyes areâ
âYouâre staring, sweetheart.â he tells you, breaking his eyes away from you to look at the clerk behind you. He curls his finger, a simple instruction that you seem to miss until you see him holding the necklace in his hand. âMay I?â he asks, acting before you even answer.
You turn around and make sure your hair isnât in the way so he can put it on you. This isnât right, you know it isnât. You arenât sure why youâre allowing him to do this. Heâs so close that you can feel his breath on the back of your neck, the hairs stand on end when you realise.
He fastens the clasp behind your neck, and casually allows his hand to fall into the small of your back as he guides you to a nearby mirror.
âSuits you.â he tells you, tucking hair behind your ear so he can examine it further. You donât miss the way his eyes drop to your cleavage, though, and you clear your throat again. It prompts him to slip back into his cool demeanour. âMy daughter is around your age. Think sheâd like it?â
âI donât know your daughter. And I donât know you.â you remind him, earning a soft chuckle from him. You watch him summon the man he brought with him, and now youâre sure heâs his son. After hearing him mention his sister, you manage to put the pieces together.
âI want two of these.â he announces, making sure everyone can hear. You arenât sure if heâs instructing his son or the clerk beside you. Either way, he hands his credit card to the man heâs with in a similar way Sukuna does to you.
Itâs almost⌠dismissive.
âTwo?â you say, curiously.
âIâm buying yours.â he tells you. He shushes you when you go to protest. âYouâre brave, hah? Big mouth, attitude, ân your pretty too. I like it.â
âIâm spoken for. And expensive things wonâtââ
âI know.â he interrupts you, putting his hands in his pockets. He looks over to his son as he pays for the jewellery. Youâre nervous, though itâs not entirely because of him. The thought of explaining this to Sukuna sends chills down your spine. âGirls like you are always spoken for. And he looks after you, yeah? Buys you nice things ân all that. Figures.â
â⌠Y-You didnât tell me your nameâŚâ you say, meekly. Itâs pathetic and wimpy, though thatâs how you feel beneath his divine gaze. He smirks at the sound of your voice, maybe itâs the submission.
âToji.â he replies, simply. His son approaches him with a single shopping bag, itâs black and sleek with the store logo on the side. It makes you excited and impatient to receive your own purchases. And after this, you have no desire to shop anymore. You want to get home where you know youâre safe. âWe oughtâa get goinâ, Megs.â Toji tells his son, who nods in agreement.
Just as theyâre about to leave, Yuuji returns.
He canât say anything, not right away. If you were looking at him, though, youâd be able to see how much he wants to burst. Thereâs a vein bulging in his forehead as he looks between the men.
But your eyes are solely on Toji.
His hands remain firmly in his pockets as he walks away and towards the exit. And then he turns around again, fully, facing you head in to gift you with his parting words.
âGive Sukuna my regards, wonât you, sweetheart?â he smirks, leaving the store with his son in tow.
âFushiguro!â Yuuji yells, though they pay him no mind. He faces you, now, intent on finding out what the hell is going on. âWhat was that all about? Are you stupid? Seriously stupid? I told you not to talk to anyone!â
âYou didnât, you told me not to leave.â you remind him, and he grunts. âWho were they, Yuuji? Iâve never seen either of them before.â you tell him. He just shakes his head and decides to ignore you. Heâs furious, though you canât figure out why.
Have you really done something so bad?
The fact that Toji seems to know who Sukuna is certainly doesnât bode well. Theyâre from rival gangs, clearly. His and his sonâs tattoos arenât like Sukunaâs. His are brazen, confident. He was cocky enough to get them on his face, too. But the Fushiguroâs, as Yuuji had named them, must hide their markings beneath their shirts like most yakuza men tend to.
âLetâs go.â Yuuji speaks, anger lingering in his quiet words as he leads you out of the store and back to his car. âIâll have to tell Sukuna about thisâŚâ he explains, making sure all of your shopping is secure safely in the trunk of his car. You get into the passenger seat and shrug, it makes no difference to you if he tells his brother about this.
You donât even know what heâs telling him.
It gets later and later into the evening, with no signs of Sukuna returning any time soon.
And youâre ready for him.
Youâre fully dressed, wearing the very same clothes youâd worn to go shopping hours earlier. But you had stripped briefly when you got to your room. The lingerie options were almost infinite as you peaked in each and every shopping bag you brought home from the boutique.
Heâll like the pink one most, you suspected.
So, you put it on.
âWhereâs Sukuna?â your one and only true friend in this cutthroat world asks through the speaker of your phone. It snaps you from your daze as you recall how the pink lingerie fit your body like a God damn glove while you checked yourself out in the mirror. âYouâre doing housewife shit while heâs out having fun?â Nobara continues, and it makes you scoff. Thereâs laughter in it, but your annoyance towards your lover is evident.
âHeâs with Uraume.â you say, calmly, as you continue washing the mountains of dishes in the sink. You arenât normally one to do chores, but you thought it would distract you from your worries. Even if only for a moment.
âOh I hate her.â
âMe too.â you agree. Something tells you Nobara doesnât feel as strongly as sheâs making out, sheâs just showing support. You appreciate it all the same, though. âThereâs something going on⌠I know there is.â
âNo way. You donât know, you just think you do. But even I can see how much he worships you. Heâd never cheat!â she says confidently, and you wish you could believe her. Itâs not like youâd leave him, even if he was.
Heâs conditioned you to need him, after all. How can you go back to your old apartment when itâs his, now? Your old, pathetically paying job wonât cut it, either. Sukuna has gotten you used to the finer things in life, things you donât want to lose. Your friends, your family, itâs all gone and forgotten. All you have is him.
Thereâs no leaving him, now.
â⌠I donât trust him, sometimes.â you confess, quietly. You arenât even sure if she heard you over the sound of the gushing tap. âI donât trustââ
The sound of a lock turning in the door stops you from speaking anymore. You look over your shoulder, and you finally see him. He doesnât say a word as he comes in. He gives you a curt nod as he hangs up his jacket.
âUh, Nobara, howâs your day been?â you ask, loudly, hoping sheâll get the hint and change the subject.
You tense up a little as you feel Sukunaâs presence looming closer and closer. You put down a plate as you feel him behind you. His body traps yours between his and the sink. You hold your eyes closed lightly as you feel him. Really feel him. You arenât sure youâll ever get over his domineering size.
Nobara begins to prattle on about nothing in particular, and relief flows through you. You manage to stifle a heavy breath as Sukuna begins to kiss your neck; though you almost falter as he takes your earlobe softly between his teeth.
âSukuna, âm on the phone.â you angle your head to whisper, but he just silences you with a kiss instead. And instinctively, youâre smiling again. Youâre so simple, maybe even stupid. Itâs always so easy for him to placate you, even without knowing youâre upset with him.
âDonât care,â he growls into your mouth, kissing you again. âYou agreed, did you not?â he asks, feeling you up over your clothes. Your head droops back onto his shoulder as you feel him caress your tits through the fabric of your dress. His free hand roams between your legs, pushing the black material covering your thighs between them and dampening it with your slick.
âMmpf,â you hum, lightly, biting your lip. You canât help but wriggle and squirm beneath his touch. As much as youâd prefer to stop so you can wrap up what youâre doing first, you did agree to this when you started dating him.
âAnyway, I still donât think Sukuna would fuck Uraume.â Nobara speaks, and you both freeze for a moment.
As she lists her reasons, in gratuitous detail, Sukunaâs hands move across your body. Theyâre slow, but with purpose. Your dress settles back into place once he moves his left hand away from your core. He wraps his arm around your midsection, tightly, giving you no chance to flee. His right hand moves a little quicker, fingers brush along your collarbone until he finds your neck. He somehow manages to choke you, slightly, while holding your jaw with his thumb and index finger.
And he makes you look at him.
He doesnât speak, the sound of Nobara discussing everything youâve told her about him and Uraume is the only sound either of you hear. His red eyes terrify you the longer it goes on. The longer he goes without speaking a word.
ââKunaââ
âYouâre jealous of Uraume?â he says, loud enough for Nobara to hear. Sheâs quiet. Uncharacteristically so. And then your heart plummets when you hear the beep that signifies the call has ended. âStill?â
âWhat do youâ Sukuna!â you yell, feeling him pull your dress down your body. You try to scold him. You try to focus on finishing the dishes so you donât give him the satisfaction of knowing how desperately you crave him. But itâs all in vain as he spanks you upon seeing the pretty pink set hugging your body.
âGood girl.â he tells you, spanking you again.
The chore of washing cups and plates is soon abandoned as he yanks your hair by the roots. Your back arches gloriously, and he canât help but slap your ass repeatedly until it stings. He wants to hurt you, just because he loves you.
Heâs insulted that you think so little of him.
âWhat happened to you, princess?â he asks, spanking you again. âYou never used to be so insecure. Thatâs what I liked about you.â
Liked?
âDonâtâ c-careââ
âOh?â he interrupts, âYou really want to be a brat for me right now? Iâm not in the mood, but you can test me if youâre feeling brave.â he warns you, and you manage to shake your head in defiance.
âSukuna, I justâ I donât like her.â you tell him, you see an eyebrow raise out of the corner of your eye. Itâs a curious look you canât quite place. Maybe he hadnât expected you to say something so honest, or maybe he just canât put his finger on why you feel this way about her. âShe has feelings for you⌠itâs so obvious.â
âAnd?â he speaks, his hand that had been around your throat moves to the bend of your knee. He effortlessly raises your leg so that it rests on the marble countertop. His breathing is heavy and stained with alcohol as it fans across your shoulder.
Your breath hitches as he hooks his finger into the seat of your panties, moving the pink material into the crease of your thigh. You shiver just slightly as the cool air of the air-conditioned room hits your folds, and he growls as he holds you tighter.
With one hand, he unbuckles his belt and manages to free his length from his trousers. You gasp as you feel him press his heavy tip between your folds, the tacky wet sound reverberates through the room. He isnât targeting anywhere specific, but he snarls each time you mewl when he catches against your entrance.
âUnffâ fu-uck!â you keen as he finally pushes into you.
âThis,â he starts, slowly sinking inside of your welcoming slot. Your eyes roll over white with each agonising delve into your walls and towards your sweet spot. He spanks you once more, demanding your concentration as he tries to drill his words into your before he starts drilling his cock into you. âItâs all yours, yâhear me, princess?â he explains as he carefully rocks his hips, his chest swells with pride as he repeatedly nudges against your g-spot.
âS-Sukuna,â you pant. âDaddy, I love you.â you tell him, tears spill down your cheeks as you pathetically confess. He knows, of course he knows. But his ego will never tire of hearing those four precious words from the lips of his favourite girl.
âYeah? Yâlove daddy?â he asks, faux sympathy in his voice as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. âHurts my feelings when you donât trust me.â he lies.
ââm sorry,â you sob, âI trust you, daddy, âm sorry!â you continue, and you melt into his touch when you feel him softly kiss your cheek again and again as his thrusts get faster and faster and faster.
Heâs so deep you can feel him in your throat. Your mind is churning, thoughts become liquid the harder and deeper he pounds into you. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he continues, and he shoves his fingers into your mouth to silence your cries.
You suck and lick and lave over them as if your life depended on it.
He forces your mouth open wide, strings of drool dribble from your lips and tongue as he repeatedly fingers dangerously close to your throat. He laughs maniacally when he flies to close to the sun, triggering your gag reflex.
âOh, baby, got real tight for daddy like that.â he tells you. Your hands search for something, anything to grasp as he ruins you from the inside. âSo fuckinâ tight for me, princess. Wanna cum?â
âYes, yes please.â is what youâre hoping to say despite his fingers still invading your orifice. âPlease daddy, n-need it.â
âMmm, good fucking girl.â he praises you. âSo needy, hah? Iâll be good to you this once. So cum.â
You brace yourself, twisting your torso so that youâre facing him. His fingers remain in your mouth, but your fixation on them has dies a slow, painful death the longer this encounter carries on. His fingering slows, but the spit leaking from your mouth still pools out and covers whatever it squelches on top of.
âGo on, cum for daddy.â he orders.
And you do.
You cream his length as you lose control of your entire body and give it to him. Youâre crying so hard but you donât know why. He licks your cheeks, though, getting off on the taste of the salt and sorrow youâre gifting him with. You convulse as you reach the peak of your orgasm, and he makes sure to keep a careful hold of you.
âHate you being fucking jealous.â he explains as he chases his own high, the deafening sounds of your genitals meeting again is so sloppy and lewd. If you werenât so tired, youâre sure your face would flush with heat from the embarrassment of it all. âYouâre mine. I only fuck you. I only cum in this perfect cunt. Are you listening? Or did daddy fuck you too fucking stupid?â
âD-Daddy,â you mumble, âlove youâŚâ you trail off, exhaustion consuming you as you bargain with yourself to rest your eyes for just a minute.
âDaddyâs slutty girl, yeah?â he grunts, and heâs surprised that you manage to nod in response. âOnly shut that big fucking mouth of yours when youâre getting this cock.â he speaks, he hopes youâre listening but heâs not so sure.
With only a few thrusts later, heâs cumming buckets into you. You hum at the sensation, the warmth of being gifted with your daddyâs load is a soothing feeling that makes you feel completely claimed. Youâre safe, secure, like this. He plugs his cum inside of you for a while as he refuses to move.
You donât want to think about the fact that you arenât ever really going to know the truth. You wonât know if heâs just telling you what you want to hear while heâs out doing exactly what youâre worried about. You wonât truly feel safe unless Uraume goes.
But you know that will never happen.
He pulls out of you, watching as your pussy pulses while he splits open your lips on his fingers. His softening cock jumps at the sight of his sperm gushing out of you and splattering against the cold kitchen tiles below. He angles your body, again, so that he can plant a searing, messy kiss on your lips from behind.
He wipes his dick against your ass, doing a poor job of it before he tucks himself back into his grey trousers. He moves the gusset of your panties back where it belongs to stop anymore cum from dripping out of you.
âI should⌠clean upâŚâ you say, wistfully as you look at the remaining dishes in the sink and the dollop of sperm on the ground beneath you.
âDonât worry about it.â he tells you, walking towards your bedroom to find your shopping bags. âShow daddy what else you got today.â
You take a deep breath and stumble a little on unstable legs. He looks behind himself, reaching out to take your hand to support you. He leads you to your room, a little surprised by the amount of new shopping bags spread out.
He lifts you up and places you down carefully on the bed. You bite your lip as he helps you out of your high heels while heâs down on one knee. He watches, attentively, as you throw your head back as he kisses each of your legs.
âI donât recall telling you to buy jewellery.â he speaks, knowing he didnât say it at all. You only giggle, which makes his smile grow wider. He rests his body on his knuckles on either side of your thighs, his nose almost touching yours as he examines you. âThat one is new, isnât it?â he asks, reaching up to hold the pendant against his palm. You nod, and he hums.
He takes his time admiring everything as he looks through each and every bag. Youâre silent as he searches, not sure what heâs actually looking to find. Sukuna seems pleased with the multitudes of lingerie youâve returned home with, often looking between the material and yourself as he envisions it on your body.
Though soon enough, heâs looking through the jewellery. Heâs full of flattery, for some reason. You canât help wondering if itâs because of your very obvious insecurity.
Your heart sinks, however, when he picks up the receipt.
âWâ uh, what are you doing?â you ask, cursing yourself for not playing it cool in the least.
Heâs silent as he looks over each item and price. His eyes drift briefly to look at you before heâs fixated on the receipt again. âIâm checking how much having a bratty princess for a wife has cost me today.â he tells you, his voice almost monotone as he speaks. He picks up each piece of jewellery as he mentally checks it off of the list in his hand. And then his eyes zero in on you once more. Or specifically, the necklace youâre wearing. âDid you steal that?â he asks.
You shake your head.
If thereâs one thing youâve learnt from being with Sukuna, it will never serve you to lie. He knows more than you can possibly imagine. And what he doesnât know, he figures out quickly.
â⌠Iâm going to fucking kill him.â he speaks through gritted teeth, crumpling up the receipt in his hand. You have no idea who heâs talking about. He stands up, holding the necklace around your neck in a clenched fist. âTell me, princess. Do you love this necklace? Or did you pick it impulsively?â
âBoth,â you nod. âI was only looking at it becauseâ b-but I love it, now.â
He lets go of the pendant, now warm against your skin after being in the palm of your lover despite it being brief. He smooths his hand over your hair and then strokes your cheek with his thumb.
âA lovely gift from a man trying to muscle in on my territory.â
You knew Toji must be yakuza, too. But you had no idea he was such a direct rival of Sukunaâs. Itâs unsurprising, though. Maybe theyâd been tailing you and Yuuji today. Youâd assumed it was a coincidence that they wound up in the same store as you, but youâre no stranger to being naĂŻve.
Sukunaâs territoryâŚ
Could he also be referring to you?
âTerritorial disputes are standard practice in our line of work, Sukuna.â Uraume starts, trying her best to calm your boyfriend down as he seethes in yet another meeting. âAlthough she has certainly complicated things.â she speaks, looking at you as her tone becomes more calculated and vicious.
Of course to anyone else, it sounds like sheâs just making a point.
But you know better.
âI didnât complicate anything, thank you, Uraume. I went shopping as I was instructed to do and he just showed up.â you try to defend yourself maturely despite wanting to rip her hair from her scalp.
âNo, this isnât your fault.â Sukuna reassures you. âYou shouldnât have fucking left her you idiot!â he bellows, his voice booming through the room until it reaches his brothers ears. His words seem to echo the longer Yuuji remains silent. He doesnât even get the chance to talk as Sukuna demands he be quiet. âMore and more of them are doing shady shit in areas that I own. Making profit that should be mine. How do weââ
âYuuji, youâre friendly with his son, right?â you ask. And he shrugs, passively. Youâre sure thereâs a story there. Perhaps they went to school together given that theyâre the same age, but you donât want to press it and risk him getting in deeper trouble with his sibling. âDo you have a phone number or anything for him?â
âUhâŚâ Yuuji pats down his body as he looks through his phone. Sukuna watches, everyone watches as he scrolls through his contacts. And finally, he nods.
âCall it.â Uraume orders, Sukuna looks at her and then nods at his brother in agreement.
The tension in the air can be cut with a knife as each ring passes. You feel sick to your stomach the longer it goes on.
Until finallyâ
âI was wondering when youâd call.â the younger Fushiguro answers, Yuuji places the phone down on the table and puts it on speaker. âMy old man has an offer for your brother.â
âMegumi, Sukuna isnât exactly the negotiating type.â Yuuji explains. âHe wants you and your dad dead, to be honest. That shit you pulled at the jewellery storeââ
âIs he listening?â Megumi asks. Yuuji looks up to his brother for permission to confirm or deny his presence. The silence lasts a beat too long, and Megumi figures it out for himself. âIâm with Toji, now.â there is a shuffling sound on the other end as he hands his phone over to his father. A large sigh rattles through the speaker, and then he finally speaks.
âSukuna.â he starts.
âMy brother is right, Zenâin, I donât negotiate.â Sukuna speaks, announcing his presence to them finally. âThere is no benefit to me letting you stake your claim on my territory. Weâve killed a few of your men already for your insolence and disrespect. Youâve no idea the lengths I will go to so that you will understand this threat isnât empty. We wonât just be killing the small fry next time.â
He looks at Uraume, listening carefully as she warns him not to resort to threats of violence so soon. You look between them both, trying to gauge how heâll respond. He only sighs, agreeing with her, before asking what the negotiation would entail.
âI want to fuck that little girlfriend of yours.â Toji says.
The room falls silent. Sukuna stares daggers at you for a few minutes as if itâs your fault he said something so outrageous. You look around uncomfortably, seeing everyoneâs eyes have fallen on you.
You feel dirty.
You feel like a mere bargaining chip, an object for them to make a decision over.
âEverybody out.â Sukuna says, noticing your distress as you feel compelled to hang your head in shame. âNOW.â
Everyone scurries from the room, the only people that remain are yourself, Sukuna, his brother and Uraume. Your lover slams his palm, hard against the table before yelling down the phone at Toji.
âAre you FUCKING joking?â Sukuna shouts, Uraume tries to calm him down but it does little good. âIn what world do you think Iâd agree to something so stupid?â
You hear Toji chuckle, like heâs considering how to use his words and what he should say. He knows exactly what he wants to tell him in response, but heâs deciding if he wants to rile Sukuna up further or get straight to the point.
âIâve heard rumours that you use her like a toy.â he starts, a smirk curls on his lip and his scar pulls along with it. You and Sukuna look at each other, wondering who could have found out about your lewd secret. âIâm not⌠unreasonable. If you comply, Iâm willing to come to a binding agreement that we will keep clear of your turf.â
â⌠Hang up the phone.â Sukuna orders, and Yuuji immediately presses the big red button. Sukuna looks at you, eager to speak. And by his expression, whatever he wants to say seems fuelled by rage. But by a stroke of luck, Uraume intervenes.
âI think you should do it.â she starts. Sukuna directs his angry glare towards her, while you look at her in surprise. âWeâve all heard the rumours, itâs not a secret, Sir. I believe itâs called âfree useâ yes?â
âWhy is that relevant?â you ask.
âWell, youâre used to being used, no? Why is this any different. It would be for Sukuna, for all of us. Iâm sure youâd be able to open your legs for a few minutes for the sake of peace.â she speaks, calmly, crossing one leg over the other as she leans back in her seat. You scoff, standing up to argue, but Sukuna splays out his hand and warns you to keep in line. âSukuna, itâs just sex. You wonât have to pay them off, you wonât have to share your territory that weâ that you have worked so hard for. A simple trade.â
He sighs as he looks between you both.
âItâs not that straightforward, at all.â Sukuna tells her. You hope heâll elaborate but feel a little deflated when he opts to keep quiet instead. You feel comfortable with your so-called arrangement because youâre in love.
At least, thatâs what you thought.
âA shame. You continue to be a useless disappointment in this organization.â she tells you. âIf it were me, Iâd do it.â
âWell, Uraume. It isnât you. You know why?â you spit back, shoving by Sukuna with the intention of leaving when youâve said your piece. âBecause you are his subordinate. I am his wife.â and with that, you leave.
Uraume is unfazed, however, which would infuriate you more if you were around to see it. Instead youâre leaving with your handbag in tow. Youâre stopped, however, when you reach the exit. Sukunaâs men are holding you hostage on his orders. He hasnât followed you to see if youâre okay. Heâs still talking to Yuuji and Uraume as you pace around an empty meeting room.
Youâve always hated this building. Every time you come for a meeting here youâre nauseated by an overwhelming mechanical smell. Itâs the office supplies, you assume. The copy machines and printers whir all day and night, the perfect operation taking place to disguise Sukunaâs general misdeeds.
Around twenty minutes later, youâre no longer alone.
Sukuna enters the room and shuts the door behind himself. Your eyes water as you instantly read his expression. You know thereâs another way, but heâs obviously made his decision. Uraumeâs influence played a part, you donât doubt.
âI donât want to. I love youâŚâ you cry. âSheâs trying toââ
âEnough.â he silences you, curling his finger. A simple instruction for you to follow him. âI havenât decided yet, come along.â
He brings you back to the meeting room where you were sitting earlier. He commands Uraume and Yuuji to leave, and they do, Yuuji leaves his phone behind so Sukuna can call Megumiâs phone again.
âI donât want to share you.â he confesses, pulling you into his lap as he spins the phone in his hand. Each thud against the desk makes your anxiety spike. âUraume is right, though. Itâs a tempting offer for the sake of a few measly minutes.â
âI donât want to fuck him, Sukuna.â you pout. âI canât believe youâre even considering it! What if heâs lying and will keep asking to fuck me? I donât want everyone to find out about it and think Iâm some whore. Do youââ you stop, a large knot gets stuck in your throat as you try to remain composed. You feel sick to your stomach, and you hate that you even have to ask. âDo you even love me anymore⌠SukunaâŚâ you ask, lower lip trembling as you speak.
âI do, of course I still love you.â he tries to assure you, but it feels half-hearted at best. âIâd prefer you to make a decision; but I want it to be the right one. And remember, you agreed to let me use you. And I will use you for whatever purpose I desire, if that means letting other men use your cunt for the sake of peace⌠thenâŚâ
ââKunaâŚâ
âIâm talking now.â he stops you, grabbing your cheeks in his hand and squeezing until your lips pucker. âYou better spread those pretty legs nice ân wide for daddy, I want you to make me proud.â
He lets go, slowly, and uses a single finger to call Megumi back.
It rings.
And it rings.
And it ringsâ
âYou mull it over?â Toji answers, his cockiness radiating through the phone. âWho am I speaking to? Sukuna?â
âIâm here.â he answers, he bounces his thigh, a silent instruction for you to announce yourself. And, for him, you do. âWeâve thought about it.â
âAnd?â Toji speaks.
Sukuna looks up at you, expecting you to do the honours of answering. His face is stoic and it makes your heart sink. He really wants you to agree to this. This is the first time since youâve been with him thatâs heâs made you feel like the object you agreed to be, for him. You thought it was out of love. Maybe even respect.
You were a fool to think that, you see that now.
You take a deep breath, and your whole body shakes. Even the little breaths you take to steel yourself warble and you try and gain the confidence to tell Toji that you agree.
Sukuna agrees, you donât.
âWeâre not interested.â you tell him. Sukuna glares at you, and you swear you see flames licking through his pupils. You try to stand up, but youâre trapped. He holds you, tight, and you worry about what youâve let yourself in for. âSukuna, get off.â you try to warn him off quietly, but it only increases his grip.
He mutes the call, and fingers sink harshly into the fat of your hips as he lifts you up. You land on the large meeting table with a thud as he towers above you with a dangerous glint in his eye.
âYou dare disobey me?â he starts. You flinch as he raises his hand, the rings on his fingers twinkle under the fluorescent lights in the room. He doesnât hit you, and you canât tell if thatâs what he was considering. Heâs never struck you before. But, thinking about it, youâve never defied him before. He balls his hand into a fist, a singular finger breaking free as he points in your face. âI donât think you understood me before. Did you get confused?â he asks, voice dripping with condescension as his eyes alternate between your shimmering eyes and tremoring lip.
You ignore him, you just stare at him as you wait for him to finish.
âUnderstand me now. You are mine. Your life, your clothes, the bed you sleep in? Mine. Your body is mine. Your cunt is barely yours, I own her.â
âYou said the decision was mine toââ
âI said I want you to make the decision Iâm telling you to make. Iâm not giving you a choice, I was giving you the power to make the decision yourself. But I see now, youâre too dumb to make the right call without daddyâs help.â
You sniff, picking up the phone to your side and unmuting the call. Youâre surprised Toji is still on the other end, perhaps he knew that youâd gone against orders and was waiting to hear your reconsideration. He doesnât say a word, nor does Sukuna, as you continue to sniffle and gather your bearings.
âT-Toji?â you whimper, and you hear an amused breath on the other end.
âYes, darlinâ, Iâm here.â he speaks. His voice is somewhat soothing given the circumstances. Your lovers fiery stare remains on you. He and your very own body are imploring you to make the decision heâs expecting of you. But your heart, your mind, tell you otherwise. If Sukuna kills you, so be it.
âIâm sorry. I donât want to sleep with you, I love Sukuna too m-much.â you whimper, tears cascade down your face as you look at him. Even after this, after how heâs spoken to you and what heâs trying to make you do, you canât help but love him. Even his face softens as he hears your plea. Your utter devotion to him makes his heart skip a beat.
There may even be a slither of remorse behind his eyes.
âYouâre a real good girl, arenâtcha? So loyal⌠Itâs hard to find girls like you.â Toji responds, and it snaps Sukuna out of his daze. The looming anger returns as he realises youâve ignored direct orders twice now. âTell ya what⌠Sukuna, you still there?â
â⌠Iâm here.â he responds, slouching down in the seat heâd been sitting in previously. Itâs odd, looking down at him like this. He looks deflated, like he doesnât know how to handle you. Maybe he does still love you, after all. He doesnât want to hurt you or kill you, heâs wrestling with it. If you were like his subordinates youâd be dead already.
He doesnât know what to do with you.
âPrincess, would you feel better if Sukuna was there?â he asks. You both look at each other, unsure of what heâs getting at. The idea infuriates Sukuna. Why on earth would he want to sit like some cuck while one of his enemies rails his girlfriend? âI donât need you to myself, I just want to fuck you.â
âUm⌠oh.â you speak, the penny finally dropping. âI like that better.â you confess.
âMm, Iâll bet.â Toji smirks. âAlright, Iâll make arrangements.â
âGo find Yuuji and go home.â Sukuna whispers as Toji continues to speak. He barely looks at you as you slide off the desk. So you donât even bother saying goodbye. Youâre still so fucking angry at him for all of this. But, really, you canât help but feel like he isnât pulling the strings here.
Not really.
You find Yuuji outside vaping, and he chokes when he sees you. He desperately attempts to swat the plume of smoke away, but itâs too late. You take the device from his hand and drop it on the ground.
âEnough.â you tell him, crushing it beneath the chunky platform and heel of your boot while looking him dead in the eye. âStop buying them.â
âSorry.â he chuckles. âWant me to take you home?â
âYes,â you sigh. âThe long way⌠if you donât mind.â
He nods, understandingly.
Maybe you chose the wrong Itadori to fall in love with.
You hadnât realised how close Tojiâs apartment is to yours and Sukunaâs. You never even knew he existed until a few days ago. And yet, now, youâre in the elevator on your way up to the penthouse suite.
The preparation into this night, which youâre sure will amount to a few grunts and thrusts from each of them before theyâre panting and bored, has been substantial.
Sukuna agreed to let Toji cover the cost of everything, which surprised you. Sukuna is a proud man, heâs proud of himself and the money he makes. And heâs especially proud of his possessions.
Most of all, you.
Youâve been accompanied by Yuuji and Megumi for the last week everywhere you go. And theyâve bickered about everything.
As you were sitting in the hair salon earlier, Yuuji insisted upon how Sukuna would like your hair to look, whilst Megumi argued about what Toji would prefer.
They argued when they took you clothes shopping about what kind of outfit you should wear. They argued about what colour lingerie you should wear. Hell, they even argued about what perfume would be best.
You didnât have the energy to intervene, however, not when it feels like your world is crumbling around you. Youâve lost Sukuna, you think. You arenât sure how or when it happened, but you donât see love in his eyes anymore. And itâs a foolâs gambit to try and force that love back.
Now, youâre just a toy heâs grown tired of.
The elevator stops with a ding as you reach the top. Your stomach is doing somersaults, and youâre a little taken aback as Sukuna takes your hand in his. The reassuring squeeze he offers calms you immensely as he leads you out directly into the apartment.
âWelcome.â Megumi greets you both. He gestures to a bottle champagne and three pre-poured flutes filled with the gorgeous, bubbly liquid. You donât notice until you get closer that thereâs even strawberries drowning in the glasses. âMake yourselves at home, he wonât be long.â Megumi speaks, gesturing to the modern staircase that leads upstairs.
And with that, he leaves. He enters the elevator and waves as the doors shut, taking him all of the way to the ground floor. You canât help but wonder where heâs going. Maybe, despite all of the bickering, he and Yuuji are planning to go out and have fun together while their bosses are occupied.
You feel sick.
Everyoneâs going to find out about this. Everyone is going to have you down as a slut who trades her body for the sake of gang disputes. The naĂŻve nature within you is telling you that this is a one time thing. That you made the choice and you only made it because there is something so alluring about Toji.
But, really, after this⌠you fear that you may be better off dead.
âWell arenât you a sight for sore eyes?â Toji speaks as he announces himself, slowly descending the stairs as he drinks you in. His shirt is open, revealing his glorious body beneath. Each move he makes is teasing, only subtly showing off his musculature that glistens beneath. âYou look beautiful, sweetheart.â he tells you.
His hand settles on your hip as he kisses your cheek. Itâs gentle, yet forceful, and it lasts a beat longer than you had expected. The feeling of his lips is cemented against your face, and it takes every ounce of willpower that you have to not hold your cheek longingly.
âGlad you could make it, both of you.â Toji expresses, looking at Sukuna briefly before focusing on you again. He canât get enough of you. He canât stop ogling your perfect body in the skintight, chocolate coloured dress youâre wearing. The way your breasts slightly spill over the bust, the way the plunge shows the perfect amount of cleavage, the way a huge slit down the side perfectly showcases one of your legs and teases the treasure at the apex of your thighs.
He picks up two glasses, handing them to you and Sukuna, before grabbing his own.
âTo peace.â he smirks. Sukuna chuckles and repeats his sentiment, though youâre silent. You arenât exactly proud of yourself for doing this for the sake of peace.
But at the very least, you might have a little fun. You take a small sip, while Sukuna and Tojiâs glasses are bare. Toji tops them up, and they chat as if theyâre old friends.
âIâm sure you didnât invite us over just to make nice, Zenâin.â Sukuna comments, and Toji laughs but nods. Sukuna sets down his champagne flute, tilting your head up by your chin with two dominant fingers. âShe wonât object to anything. Isnât that right, princess?â he asks, and you nod.
Toji finishes his drink again, circling around you both to stand behind you. Sukuna sits down, already pouring his third drink of the evening as he watches how you choose to behave. Youâre not going to defy again, though. Not when you agreed of your own accord.
Your gaze narrows as your eyelids become heavy from Tojiâs presence behind you. He softly gropes and manhandles every inch of your body. And even the areas you wouldnât normally consider sensitive have you shuddering under his touch.
He attacks your exposed thigh, dragging the back of his nails upwards towards your pussy as his teeth lightly graze your pulse point. You emit a vociferous moan as his fingers splay outward, his digits barely breaching the material of your dress and yet somehow stimulating your immediately drenched cunt.
âI think she likes me.â he sighs against your skin, maintaining complete eye contact with Sukuna as he feels you up. âThis dress was made for you, baby.â he tells you, kissing softly behind your ear.
âLook,â Sukuna starts, standing up as he looms above you. He pulls down the bust, revealing the black mesh bra underneath. Your nipples are barely covered, perfectly visible to all eyes in the room. He cups your breasts, and his thumbs repeatedly swipe over the raised buds. âTheyâre so hard, princess. Is this exciting you?â he asks.
You nod, dumbly. He captures your lips in a deep kiss and you moan into it. Toji reaches forwards over your shoulder, grabbing a handful of your tit as he squeezes the flesh and lightly flicks the nipple. His other hand settles in the curve of your hip, and you yelp slightly into Sukunaâs mouth as he pulls you backwards against his body.
âFeel how hard youâre makinâ me already, darlinâ?â he asks, sharp canines nipping lightly against your bare neck as he pants shallowly against your skin. âHavenât even touched your pussy yet and Iâm aching. Havenât even seen your fuckinâ panties.â
âStrip her, go on.â Sukuna orders. He backs away as he allows Toji to move you wherever he desires.
You gasp as you feel him move you with ease until your bent over the countertop, your face turns to the side to face Sukuna and the bucket of champagne. Youâre distracted by the water droplets slowly traversing down until you hear Toji gnarl against the nape of your neck.
You canât help but whimper when you feel him repeatedly kiss your bare skin until he reaches the zip of your dress. Sukuna stares into your eyes. Watery, eager eyes that are still focused on him without him even touching you. The red irises that own you and your every move, Toji was right, you are a good loyal girl.
Toji takes the zip between his teeth and pulls downward until the dress shucks from your body, it starts to pool at your feet, but still clings to your waist. Sukuna helps yank it downwards, while Toji lands a harsh strike against your supple rear. He whistles at the sight of your flesh jiggling, repeating the action on the opposite cheek just to see it again.
âDo you know how to use that mouth, princess?â Toji asks, and you nod.
âShe knows how to talk shit with it.â Sukuna informs him, and Toji smirks. âBut she gives good head, too. Get on your knees.â Sukuna tells you.
And you drop like a stone in front of Toji, youâre sure your knees will be red raw from the uncomfortable landing. You watch Toji with complete focus as he unbuckles his belt. Your eyes stay on his, getting the perfect view of his defined abs and large pecs as you stare up at him. The metal of his belt echoes through the room as he throws it in Sukunaâs direction.
Youâre awestruck when Tojiâs length is revealed. Heâs beautiful. You donât even realise youâre drooling until the bubbly liquid drips down and splats against your hand. Heâs huge. Sukuna is too, but Toji might have him slightly bested. His cock curves upwards, and you canât help squirm as you think about it hitting all of the right spots inside of you.
His pubic hair is trimmed perfectly. You wonder if he usually keeps himself groomed or if he only did it for this occasion. His tip is gorgeous. A slightly more blush pink in comparison to the rest of his cock. And itâs oozing. Itâs shimmering with pre, the tip is completely covered and some of his length below is coated too.
âIâm gonna kill you if you keep staring at his cock like that, princess.â Sukuna warns you. You look at him, worry stabbing through your eyes before Toji grabs your jaw and forces you to focus on him again. He bends down, his face dangerously close to yours.
âHe might kill you later, but Iâm gonna kill you now if you donât hurry and put that pretty mouth to work.â he snarls. You nod, widening your mouth to accommodate his girth. He groans, passionately, as his tip hits against your restrictive throat. âFuuuuuck, good girl.â
You hold his hips as you attempt to take him deeper and deeper into your mouth. Your jaw already hurts, you feel like you might need the ability to unhinge it like a snake just to take him. Itâs a similar experience with Sukuna, though he doesnât make you suck him off often. He prefers your cunt, he doesnât like to waste time on foreplay normally.
Only if heâs particularly stressed.
âYouâre right, sheâs a good little cocksucker.â he tells Sukuna as he praises you. He lightly combs his fingers through your hair with one hand before he forcefully shoves you to take his full length. And you cry out, you sob, and he slightly pulls out before shoving back in. âAre you gonna sit and watch me face fuck your toy?â Toji asks, earning a scoff from Sukuna.
He bends down, picking up the belt Toji discarded as he approaches. âWatch.â he orders. You gasp as Toji sets you free so that youâre true lover can take over. He wraps Tojiâs belt around your neck but doesnât completely fasten it, giving them both the freedom to tug and choke you into submission if needs be.
Sukuna removes his own belt, handing it to Toji to do with whatever he pleases. You whimper as he pulls your wrists behind your back, tying them together with the uncomfortable leather binding.
He pulls out his cock, slapping you lightly across the face with it as you wait patiently with your tongue hanging out. You mewl at he taps his tip against your tastebuds, the taste of his pre instantly permeates your senses.
Two hands settle on either side of your skull as he sinks his cock into your drooling mouth. He throws his head back, groaning as he slots in comfortably. He wastes no time, thrusting into your mouth again and again until youâre sputtering and sobbing.
âShe cries easily, huh?â Toji drawls as he strokes himself.
Sukuna nods, forcing you down all of the way to the base until youâre choking. You canât even steady yourself anymore with your wrists being bound. You canât breathe and you canât push away. He pinches your nose when you remember you can breathe through it, suffocating you completely.
âAw, whatâs wrong darlinâ? Not gonna break so soon, are ya?â Toji asks, grabbing the makeshift collar and leash around your neck as he softly pulls. But he lets go as Sukuna frees you from his malicious clutches.
They both laugh as you cough and sputter, collapsing into a heap on the ground as you try and get your breath back.
âWhatâs wrong? You donât like it?â Sukuna asks. He picks you up with ease, and youâre soon bent over the counter again. But, this time, your feet donât touch the ground. Youâre left there, powerless to their touch with your ass perfectly raised while your feet and legs dangle helplessly over the edge.
Toji spreads your ass apart, and the stickiness sounding through the room is deafening. He sneers when it hits his ears. âSheâs lying.â he spanks you, hard. And then his fingers toy between your pussy lips, making a complete and utter mess of your panties. âDo you like old men picking on you, hm? You must do. Can you feel how sloppy this cunt is, princess?â he asks.
You whimper out apologies, though they donât seem to be interested. Toji picks you back up, throwing you over his shoulder as he carries you towards the stairs. Sukuna follows, a wicked grin on his face as he observes your tear-stricken face.
âDoes she like anal?â Toji wonders.
âShe likes whatever I tell her to like.â Sukuna laughs. âWould you like that, baby? Should we use both of your pretty holes?â
âCanât wait to tear these fuckinâ panties off ya.â Toji explains. âDunno why you bothered coming here with clothes on. Should have come bare, with a bow on your head.â
You enter Tojiâs bedroom. And itâs gorgeous. Itâs so sleek and stunning and thereâs even a fireplace crackling away. The atmosphere is romantic, but this situation is hardly that.
Sukuna strokes your cheek, a subtle check to make sure youâre okay as he looks into your eyes. You nod, discreetly, before he slips his thumb between your teeth. You bite down, softly, and he canât help but smile.
âThink this is the quietest sheâs ever been,â Sukuna starts. He massages his thumb into your tongue, and you canât help but instinctively suck. âBeinâ so good for daddy tonight.â he praises you.
âDaddy, huh?â Toji smirks, taking two fistfuls of your panties between his hands and tears them apart carelessly. âHope youâll call me that, sweetheart.â
You look to Sukuna for permission, and he nods. âJust this once.â
âReal pretty girl when youâre suckinâ on somethinâ.â Toji comments. He sits on the bed beside you, lifting you up abruptly to sit on his lap. He unhooks your bra and Sukuna seamlessly breaks the straps between heavy fists, ripping it quickly from your body without undoing your bindings. âSuck âem while I play with this sweet little cunt.â Toji groans against you as he pulls your back flush against his chest.
Sukuna lightly slaps your tits before walking away. You watch him as he takes a seat in the corner of the room, and heâs become exactly what he hadnât wanted to. He looks unfazed, though. He seems to be enjoying it if anything. He pulls a cigar from his inner breast pocket along with a lighter, he rests his ankle on his knee as he watches Toji toy with you.
âWatch him, want him to see how good I make you feel.â Toji whispers. He presses two fingers into your mouth slowly. The metal of his rings clang against your teeth, but you donât care. You wish you could hold his hands as you suckle and lap at his digits. Though youâre broken from your efforts as he starts to circle your clit. âMmm, such a messy pussy.â he comments.
You wriggle and squirm even with such little pressure applied to your clit. He runs his fingers through your folds, teasing your hole only slightly before he massages your swollen clit again and again.
ââaddy!â you whine, unable to sit still as he torments you.
âHear that? She called me daddy.â Toji chortles, looking at Sukuna. He smirks, but again seems more unfazed than anything. You almost screech around his fingers as he finally inserts his other digits inside of you. As if they werenât already thick, more metallic rings seem determined to push your pussy to the limit. âYouâre gonna make a mess fâme. Alright? Donât fight me.â
He inserts a third finger between your lips, your mouth contorts and stretches uncomfortably, and still, you suck.
He digs around inside of you like heâs searching for something in particular. And when your legs begin to jolt and quiver, he deduces heâs found it quick enough. His ministrations are almost evil as he alternates between hard and slow fingering. Itâs so intense, so excruciating that you can barely concentrate on his fingers in your mouth.
âCanât see your face, baby. You still with us?â he asks, and you can only offer a barely intelligible response. Sukuna leans forward in his chair as he smokes, uncaring for where he flicks the ash. Itâs the last thing on Tojiâs mind, too. Especially when youâre already losing consciousness like this. âTheyâre just fingers, darlinâ. Gonna go stupid for my cock if you canât even handle this.â he laughs.
âSlap her cunt.â Sukuna tells him. And soon enough Toji is landing a hard enough spank to your puffy clit. You mewl, so he repeats it. Again and again. Harder and harder. âFinger her, Iâll do it.â
Toji puts his fingers back inside of your tight walls and finds that spot again. Sukuna lords above you, cigar resting between the gentle bite of his teeth as he spanks your cunt hard. It makes you dizzy, almost delirious. The conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure make your eyes water.
âCrying again.â he says as he spanks your pussy again. âWho knew two cocks would make you so obedient and submissive?â
âAnd we havenât even fucked her yet.â Toji reminds him, and he smirks. âI should have invaded your turf a long time ago if I knew it would get us here.â
âHm,â Sukuna hums. Your breath hitches, and he raises an eyebrow in suspicion. âSheâs going to cum. Is she getting tight?â
âLike sheâs gonna break my fingers.â Toji smirks. And with a few more spanks against your clit as Toji continuously batters his fingers into your g-spot, youâre cumming harder than you ever have in your life. Sukuna doesnât move away as he feels you douse him with the thick stream shooting from your cunt. âOh fuck. Youâre a little squirter, huh. Or a big squirter, look at the fuckinâ mess you made of us, dirty girl. Told ya you would.â he teases you, not letting up on your insides as he tries to draw every last drop of your arousal from you.
It's not like itâs the first time youâve squirted.
But youâve never squirted that much before.
Your mouth is free as Toji pulls out his fingers, and you feel a chill as he wipes your saliva against the column of your spine. Youâre surprised when you feel him undo the belt keeping your wrists together. And youâre even more surprised as he helps you straddle him properly.
He squeezes your ass as you begin to rut your hips against his cock, the tip catches against your hole as he holds cups your cheek and offers you a showstopping, tongue tangling kiss. You yelp as Sukuna yanks your hair until your vision is his face at an almost upside down angle. He spits in your mouth, crudely, before releasing your hair.
You donât bother swallowing it as Toji brings you back to him and locks his lips with yours. He couldnât care less that Sukuna had spat in your mouth. Youâd already sucked his cock, what did it matter to him?
âYouâre so well trained, princess.â he smirks. He stands up, and you instantly wrap your legs around his waist. He places you flat against the bed, nibbling on your collarbone before he nips and kisses downward. Further and further and further. âLet daddy taste you.â he demands, and you nod.
Sukuna holds your underarms and pulls you until your head droops backward, lolling over the edge of the mattress.
You wince as he slots his cock between your lips again, and he loosens the tightness of the belt still around your neck. The slight choking feeling is replaced with his hand, intent on feeling your throat bulge from the broadness of his cock.
Your legs cramp around Tojiâs head as he gets to work feasting on your folds. If not for Sukunaâs length stuffing your throat, youâd be screaming at the way he suctions his lips around your clit. He licks and sucks again and again until your mind goes blank.
âThatâs a good toy,â Sukuna chuckles darkly. âStop thinking, now, weâll do that for you.â
Toji canât get enough of your taste. He canât help but stroke himself as he pleasures you, and he grunts again and again against your heat. The fingers on his free hand sink into your doughy thighs. Heâs doing all he can do to make sure you stay put. And he wants his face to be suffocated by your cunt.
Sukuna pulls out, determined not to cum this way. Heâll only cum if heâs doing so directly into your womb. He drops to his knees, helping you up a little so you can look down at the man about to give you your second orgasm of the evening. Your head sags against Sukunaâs broad shoulder, but you manage to look through barely open eyelids to see raven locks shaking and swaying as he lashes his tongue against your clit.
ââm gonna c-cum, daddy⌠fuck.â you mutter, unsure if youâre referring to Sukuna or Toji. Neither of them seem to care, though, theyâre more focused on your wobbly thighs and spasming cunt. âNgghhâ!â you wail.
Toji slurps up your mess as you squirt all over his face. He laughs, scar pulling deliciously as he tries to catch your essence in his wide, smiling mouth. He sticks his tongue out before attaching his lips directly against the source again.
And even heâs panting when youâre finished. Completely satisfied from this alone.
Though his eyes and mind are full of desire as he fantasises about how close he is to feeling you wrapped around him.
âI want her pussy.â Toji insists, and Sukuna shrugs his shoulders.
Sukuna scoops you into his arms, and the two of them help position your near lifeless body between them. Though your pseudo-husband is the first to shove his cock into your drooling slot. Toji scowls, prepared to pull you away from him if needs be.
âI saidââ
âAnd?â Sukuna responds. âFuck her pussy, then.â
Toji is frozen, unsure of what he means. But they keep eye contact as Sukuna fully sheathes himself to the hilt. Tojiâs gaze only falters when he hears you moan from the stretch. You look up at him, your sweet doe eyes absolutely sodden with tears. And still, you bite your lip as you lose yourself to the bliss of being an object.
âOh, princess,â Toji smirks, kissing the tip of your nose before he lines his cock up with your hole. âGonna have to break this little pussy, âcause your daddyâs so selfish.â he tells you.
He hisses as he breaches inside of you, and your head falls forward to rest on his chest. They both hush you and coo sweetly as their cocks tear you apart. You arenât sure which of them he was calling selfish, but really, itâs both.
They could have taken turns if they both wanted you this way.
But they were hellbent on double stuffing you.
Their hips move in tandem, neither of them giving you a single moment to catch your breath as they bully their cocks into you again and again. Youâre screaming out moans as they pummel your insides. Youâre bound to be aching and bruised tomorrow. You donât care, though, not right now. And they certainly donât. Not when your tight little hole feels so Goddamn perfect.
âFuckâ fuck,â Toji grunts. âDonât wanna pull out.â
âDâonât.â you squeak out, and they both let out a little laugh each at your weak request.
âSheâs a little cum slut, canât get enough. Fill her up, fuck if I care. Want this little pussy bred, baby? Hm? Want your daddyâs to fuck you fullâa kids?â Sukuna teases. And you nod, itâs weak, pathetic, but determined. âGoooood girl, âm close.â
âIâm close as well, Iâm gonna fuckinâ lose it.â Toji announces, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more staggered.
The change in pace has you clenching, the third and final nail in your coffin as your pussy begins to gush for them both. Theyâre both a little embarrassed, flushing red in the face as your tightening hole leads to both of their mutual demise.
âThatâs it, take it, little slut.â Sukuna commands as he empties his balls inside of you. Toji is no better, the obscene names seem like second nature to them both.
âFuck, look at her stomach.â Toji snickers. Sukuna looks down to see your tummy swollen with their cocks and cum.
They both pull out, wholly beguiled as your body collapses onto the bed in a heap. Youâre practically asleep as they position you onto your stomach and split your legs apart to see how their sperm leaks out of your twitching cunt.
âI want another go.â Toji smirks, unable to pull his eyes away from your glittering slit.
âLet her rest a little.â Sukuna tells him. âIâm not done with her, either.â
Youâre tired.
Youâre so tired of coming to these fucking meetings.
Sukuna walks through the building with you close by. His arm around you, protectively. Somehow, you think the encounter with his rival has made him love you more. Heâs been clingier, lately, which isnât like him. He never wants to let you out of his sight, or his grasp.
Heâs been using you more too.
Itâs like how things were in the beginning again.
Youâre sure everyone knows what happened. Eyes are on you, and their full of judgement. It hurts, of course, but thereâs nothing to be done. Sukuna was right: you agreed. You did it for him and yet out of the two men who were supposed to deal with this amongst themselves, youâre the only one paying the price.
Nobody cares if their boss had a threesome.
Everyone cares if his girlfriend got used like a slut though.
Mostly, you canât bring yourself to care. As you sit down beside Sukuna, his hand rests on your thigh while you scan everyoneâs shame-filled faces. Youâd challenge any of them to care what others think of them after the night you had.
It was mind blowing.
To be dominated thoroughly by the two biggest men youâve ever met like that is a feeling you canât begin to describe. To feel so small and worthless in comparison to them. For your body to be used in whatever manner they see fit and for them to still allow you to cum despite your purpose being for their enjoymentâŚ
You havenât stopped thinking about it.
About them.
About him.
Sukunaâs hand leaves your thigh as he addresses the room. Explaining how Toji miraculously decided to back off after a firm warning. No one believes it, but everyone is happy enough. But thereâs always going to be issues and problems when youâre involved in illegal activity. So despite your nose being buried in your phone, you canât say youâre surprised when you hear Sukuna move onto the next issue.
Uraume sees you smirking as your fingers tap away at your keyboard. And it makes her smirk, too.
Toji insisted that you put your number in his phone when you spent the night. Sukuna was using the bathroom, and he forced his phone into your shaky fingers. You were panicking, but you typed fast.
Youâve been texting non-stop ever since.
Uraume thinks youâre a naĂŻve fool.
She knows exactly what youâre doing because this is what she had envisioned from the very start. She orchestrated everything. She invited Tojiâs foot soldiers to start operating their business on Sukunaâs turf; just like she is the one who informed Sukuna of the invasion with such haste and loyalty.
She is the one who hinted at where they might find you that day you were shopping with Yuuji. And she is the one who let slip to Toji what your arrangement with Sukuna is.
Sukuna respects Uraume, but he doesnât give her nearly enough credit.
She has managed perfectly to drive a wedge between you that neither of you even know is there yet. His lack of respect for your body has driven you into the willing arms of another man. Only through texting, for now, but before long that wonât be enough for you. Sukunaâs jealousy and possessiveness have made him love you more, the scales have tipped the other way and it is all to benefit Uraume.
Sukuna will find out, sheâll make sure of that.
And whether he kills you or casts you aside, it matters not to her. Because his heart will be broken either way; and she will be there to pick up the pieces. Sukuna hates how jealous you are of Uraume. But neither of you have a single solitary clue that sheâs thinking all of this through right now.
Uraume feels a little bad for you, your intuition is keen. But Sukuna will never suspect a thing. Youâre just insecure, he thinks. But Uraume applauds you for having your guard up about her.
You were right to worry.
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â đđđđđđđ: you have an attitude problem, and your aggravating coworker, toji, plans to fix it.
â đđđđđđđ: 18+ ONLY || MDNI - fem! reader, smut {hate sex, oral, derogatory nicknames, ruined orgasm, spanking, penetration, cream pie, unprotected, hair gripping, manhandling, etc.}, no curses au, you & toji are business partners.
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â đ/đ: this is my favorite pic of toji! wish heâd throw me off of a building too but okay!
âWhatâs the matter with you? You look like shit.â
Strutting through the glass doors of your modern office, designed with expensive white decor and smelling strongly of fresh coffee, Toji Fushiguroâs annoying voice made you sigh heavily.
âShut up,â you rolled your eyes.
It was 10 A.M., and you were two hours late to work. Tojiâs dark eyes scanned your stylish outfit, one that would have received dress code complaints if an ordinary employee had worn it, and your perfect makeup was a telltale sign that you spent a great deal of time getting ready this morning.
That, along with your stunning hairstyle, made it clear to everyone who cast a glance your way from their cubicles that you didnât simply oversleep.
You didnât get stuck in traffic.
You showed up late on purpose, and no one could do anything about it.
It was your company, after all.
âSorry, didnât mean to upset you,â Toji smirked as he clicked his black pen, resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he watched you hang up your coat and put your lunch in the mini-fridge. âYou do look like shit, though. Thought youâd wanna know.â
Anyone with any sort of decent vision would have deemed Toji as a madman.
One quick look at your appearance would prove his rude comment to be an utter lie. However, he wasnât talking about your overpriced outfit, but rather, the look of plain detestation on your face that appeared the very second you saw Toji sitting in your office.
âWhy are you in my office, Toji?â You stood to the side of your desk, glaring down at the dark-haired man who made himself rather comfy in your chair. âNo oneâs allowed in here unless I give them permission, and that includes you.â
âDonât treat me like one of your damn assistants. Iâm only here because you canceled three of our meetings, and Iâm not letting you do it again. I donât wanna sit through them either, but business is business, sweetheart.â
âDonât call me that,â you grimaced, leaning against your desk. âYouâre right. Youâre my co-founder, so youâre not a regular employee, but this is my business. Iâm the founder, CEO, and the person who can fire your ass if you keep pissing me off. Now get out of my chair.â
A deep laugh served as Tojiâs response.
âThat was cute,â Turning a bit in the rotating chair, Toji leaned back, letting those eyes of his scan over you once more. However, he didnât simply glance at your outfit this time. Instead, he ran his eyes over every single curve that he so desperately wanted to run his hands across. âDid you practice saying all of that in the mirror or somethinâ?â
âToji, I swear, if you donât get out of my office, Iâll-â
âYouâll what?â Toji smirked â flashed an expression as if to say, âI dare you to finish that sentence.â
âIâll fire you.â
And, with that, you had threatened to take Tojiâs job away twice in about a minute or so.
He pushed himself out of your chair, but it wasnât to leave your office. That was made clear when he approached you, that smirk never leaving his handsome face.
âIâm getting really tired of this attitude of yours,â Toji dropped his voice to a whisper. He was close enough for you to feel his warm breath pat against your face. âAm I gonna have to do something about it?â
âAnd what exactly can you do about it-â
Your sentence was abruptly cut off by Toji smashing his lips against yours.
He was quick to deepen the kiss, to not even allow you to take a breath, as when you tried, his tongue darted into your mouth. He swirled his tongue around yours as he moaned softly â and it was a cocky moan, one that showed just how much pleasure he was getting out of this.
He pulled away all too soon. He didnât want to, your mouth tasted absolutely delicious, but the two of you needed just a bit more privacy for everything he wanted to do with you.
Toji stepped away from you. He shut and locked your office door, and closed the blinds.
âWhat?â you smirked. âDonât tell me you plan on trying to fuck the attitude out of me? Seriously?â
âThatâs right,â Toji said, walking back over to you. âWhen Iâm finished fucking you stupid, youâre gonna apologize for acting like an asshole. Got it?â
âDoubt it. I bet youâll finish in about ten or fifteen seconds, and you wonât be able to make me cum at all.â
This time, Toji was the one to smirk. He truly loved a challenge.
Slowly, Toji removed your clothes; it was the only thing he planned on doing slowly.
Swirling his tongue around your nipple, pinching your other one with his fingers, he could easily tell that you were tense.
The sound of your uneven breathing amused him as he sucked on your tit, as it was obvious you didnât want to relax and let yourself moan in pleasure, unable to give him the satisfaction.
It didnât matter, though. While he planned on eliciting every single noise he could, licking and biting at your nipples was entirely for his pleasure.
He was the one who had to watch you prance around in all of those slutty tops, showcasing your cleavage more than your business products.
He dreamt of what it would be like to suck on those buttons of yours, and now, he was.
Once again, he didnât want to pull away. But, alas, the two of you didnât have all the time in the world. Anyone could interrupt your fun at any minute.
âI know weâre in a hurry, pretty girl, but I gotta taste you.â
Toji swiftly placed you right on top of your desk, and he lowered his head between your thighs.
âGo ahead,â you said cockily. âI doubt youâll be able to find the cl-â
Toji found your clit instantly.
Not only did he find it, but he licked at it, rapidly flicking his tongue against it. He wrapped his arm around your thigh and held your pussy lips open with one hand, and with the other, he lifted your leg and placed it over his shoulder.
Your fingers were instantly tangled in his black hair. You couldnât keep your composure.
That goddamn idiot started to suck on your clit, moaning as he did so, and damn it all, you couldnât help but moan as well.
âFuck you, Toji,â breathlessly, you whined.
âOh? You wanna fuck me?â He teased, pulling away from your clit. âDonât worry, baby. Weâll get to the fucking. Just give me a minute.â
Toji suddenly teased the entrance of your hole with his tongue, then returned to your clit, licking and sucking, sucking and licking.
The entire time, he moaned as he did so, and kept his eyes on your face. The fingers that weren't holding your pussy lips open dug into the plush of your thigh.
God â he was eating you out like a starving man, and as much as you wanted to kick him in the balls and laugh at him for not being able to please you, you didnât dare, as you couldnât even hide the fact that your orgasm was approaching.
âOh my god,â you moaned. You were so close.
A wave of heat washed over you, and Toji had to press his hand against your stomach to get you to stop squirming. And that pressure only made you feel his tongue swirling around your pussy even more.
Your legs started to tremble around his head.
âShit,â you cried out. It was as much of a warning as you could give.
But, you didnât need to warn him at all, as he knew that you were about to cum all over his tongue.
However, much to your dismay â and his, as he wanted to lick up your cum â Toji pulled away all too soon.
Your approaching orgasm fizzled away until you were left with nothing but unsatisfying disappointment.
When your coworker stood up, he smirked down at your face of anger.
âSorry, baby. As badly as I want you to cum in my mouth, you donât deserve it.â Toji unbuckled his belt. âYouâre gonna cum all over my dick, or youâre not cumming at all.â
âYouâre an asshole,â you frowned.
âSpeaking of ass . . .â Toji suddenly lifted you as if you weighed nothing, and he flipped you over, making you lay flat on your stomach across your desk.
Those large, rough hands of his gripped your bare ass, and for a moment, he massaged your cheeks, inhaling a sharp breath before he suddenly smacked you.
You jumped â he smirked at the sight of it, and the stinging sensation made you unintentionally whimper.
âHm?â Toji raised an eyebrow, although you couldnât see it. âYou liked that? I shouldâve known. A slut like you probably likes just about everything, huh?â
Toji spanked you again, and when your ass jiggled, Tojiâs dick managed to become even harder â if such a thing was possible at this point.
âWhat are you spanking me for?â You questioned, whining once his hand made contact with one of your cheeks again.
âDo you really gotta ask?â Toji paused. âSomeone needs to do something about your goddamn attitude. Are you ready to apologize?â
âGo to hell,â you smirked, attempting to hold on to your last shred of dignity. âThe only one whoâll be apologizing is you, when you finally put it in and cum in ten seconds, while I wonât even get a chance to moan.â
Toji lined his dick up with your entrance, gripping your hip as he started to push in.
âCanât believe you actually believe that, especially after you almost came right in my mouth earlier,â Toji grunted as he felt your tight walls clench around him, your hole attempting to adjust to his size.
You gasped when you felt him â he was big. Possibly too big.
âI can barely fit, baby. Iâm gonna make it work. Iâm gonna stuff you like you deserve, donât you worry.â
Toji continued to work his way in, giving you a moment to adjust to his dick. âDoesnât seem like anyoneâs been fucking this pussy, huh? Is that why you act like such a little slut? Just needed some attention? Is that it, baby?â
Toji started to thrust in and out of you. With both hands, he held on to your hips, pulling you back on his dick until he created a steady rhythm.
As he fucked you, you gripped the edges of your desk, nearly knocking over your computer.
That was when Toji started to fuck you even harder.
âShit,â you gritted your teeth, holding back your moans as beads of sweat decorated your forehead.
Thanks to that quick thrusting speed of his, you ended up pushing over almost everything. Important sheets of paper, pens, and your stapler all stumbled to the floor below as Toji slammed his dick in and out of you.
His hips smacked against your ass.
It felt so fucking good.
His cock was rubbing against all of the right spots inside of you. Your jaw fell open â you couldnât hold back any of your noises anymore.
âToji,â you moaned. Your paper clips went flying.
âTake it, baby.â Toji smacked your ass again. âSo goddamn tired of hearing you run your mouth. Just shut the fuck up and take that dick.â
You wanted to argue so badly, but as he fucked and fucked you, all you could do was moan as your orgasm started to brew in the pit of your stomach.
âYou gonna cum?â Toji grabbed your office chair, rolled it closer to him, and propped his foot up on it. The slight change in his position made you feel him even more deeply than before. âGive it to me, baby. Cum. Cum right now.â
âShit!â You closed your eyes as he fucked you until you were dizzy.
Sweet pleasure overwhelmed you, and as you moaned his name, you came around his cock, and Toji moaned as you soaked his dick.
âThatâs it â cum on my dick. Cum all over my cock.â Toji tossed his head back. âmmm, thatâs right. Fuck, that feels good. Shit â Iâm close. Youâre gonna make me cum too . . . gonna cum right inside of you.â
Changing his rhythm, Tojiâs hips stuttered, his thrusts becoming sloppy.
âAh, fuck,â he moaned.
He leaned over the desk, his abs pressing against your back. He gripped your perfect hair tightly.
âShit, Iâm cumming,â He continuously slammed in and out of your pussy until his own orgasm washed over him, an intense amount of pleasure that he could feel even deep within his balls. âTake it.â
Toji stuffed your pussy with his seed.
âMmm,â he moaned in your ear before giving it a little, wet lick, not yet releasing his grip on your hair. âAnything you wanna say?â
âIâm . . . sorry,â you mumbled weakly.
With a smirk, Toji pulled himself out of you.
But he didnât let go of your hair.
Instead, he guided you off of the desk and onto your knees.
âI donât forgive you just yet,â Toji lined his dick up with your mouth, his pink tip touching your lips. âWhy donât you clean my dick off for me, hm? Weâll see how I feel once I cum down that throat of yours.â
Slowly, you took his cock into your mouth, and he bucked his hips, fucking your throat as he said, âYes, fuck yes, baby.â
And, soon after, Toji came down your throat and didnât pull out until you swallowed every last drop of it.
He then leaned over and kissed you sloppily, swirling his tongue around yours, a string of spit falling from your connected lips once he pulled away.
âDonât give me any more attitude, you hear me?â
You nodded, and Toji kissed you once again, moaning softly as he did so.
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im gotta get u in on this idea i have of true form sukuna eating u out but the catch is that he eats u out with the mouth on his stomach. while fucking u. tongue on the clit dick inside of u I feel like that would make anyone see the stars
Contains: fem reader, true form sukuna, size kink if you squint, belly bulge, degradation, he calls reader 'woman', dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, brief fingering, oral, reader passes out, somno at the end if you squint, sorta soft Sukuna at the end
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"Im gonna fall asleep, fuck." The king of curses groaned, faking a yawn for dramatics as you fucked yourself on his cock. You were already so fucked out you could barely register his words. He had told you he would spare your life if you were to satisfy him amply, and at the rate you were going, you wouldn't leave this encounter with your life.
It wasn't your fault his cock was as thick and long as the average man's forearm, you practically felt him in your guts whenever you sat down on his cock, making you lose your sense of rationality. You were really trying, you wanted to curse at him, but you barely had enough strength in your body to lift your thighs up and down.
The king watched your tiny cunt swallow up his cock, his eyes focusing on the bulge that appeared under the skin of your pelvis whenever you sat down on his cock. The man was degrading you, pretending to be unimpressed by this humans work, when in reality he was fighting back his orgasm already.
The way you squeezed around him, the sound of your sweet voice whining and crying while your hands gripped onto two of his forearms that rested against his throne for stability-- all of it was driving him crazy. "S-sorry L-lord Sukuna." You whimpered, digging your nails deeper into the skin of his arm as you stopped your thrusts, sitting your ass on his thighs for a breather, his cock snug as deep as it could go inside you. "Did I say you could stop, woman?" He scoffed, his face scrunching up in displeasure.
"N-no, my lord." You cried, moving your hands to steady yourself on his chest, your nails digging into his pecs as you started up a faster pace than before. "This is beyond unsatisfactory." He sighed, watching your frame twitch and fight through the pain as his cock impaled your walls with every thrust. "Maybe you need a little encouragement." He spoke, making you give him a puzzled look.
A zap of electricity ran down your spine when you felt something thick and warm lick against your clit, making your whole body tense up at the sensation. "H-huh?" You looked down at where the two of you were connected and you almost froze at what you saw. A mouth, only this mouth was placed right under his belly button and was as wide as his torso. His stomach-mouth's tongue was poking out between its sharp smiling teeth and was licking against your clit.
"Maybe this will make you fuck me better." Sukuna's deep voice reverberated through the room, sending chills down your spine while he laughed maliciously. You took a deep breath and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth before you started bouncing on his lap.
His cock was bullying straight into your sweet spot, making your eyes roll back in your head as you rode his unhuman cock. Your burning thighs were making it so hard to keep up the pace, you felt like you had been here for hours. "C'mon, don't you want to live?" He growled, smirking when you started bouncing harder on his lap, fucking yourself through the pleasurable pain. He laughed at your pathetic state when you nodded your head submissively.
The mouth on his stomach would occasionally poke out the tongue and lick against your clit, which made your body jerk with pleasure. It seemed whenever you fucked him adequately, he would reward you by licking your clit. "You're so eager now that you're getting pleasured up top.. how selfish." The king drawled, tilting his head to the side as he rested it against one of his hands. He didn't know how much longer of your sloppy pace he could take. He was dying to grab your hips and fuck up into you like a madman, but he so enjoyed watching you struggle on his cock.
"L-lord S-sukuna please-" You wined, not knowing yourself what you were begging for as you rode him with a newfound vigor, alternating between rotating your hips flush against his, and bouncing on him. "Speak." He instructed, his large hand decorated with terrifyingly sharp nails digging into his throne to ground himself as he spoke. "I-its too much p-please h-help me." you cried, staring up at him, your glassy eyes staring into his dark and intimidating ones as you spoke. You were brave, he would give you that.
"Help you? God you can't do anything by yourself can you?" He scowled, looking down at you menacingly. "Useless woman." He growled, before his large hands gripped around yours, almost completely wrapping around your torso. His sudden movements caught you off guard; the king planted his feet firmly on the ground beneath him as he used his hands to raise you off of his cock while simultaneously fucking his hips up into you.
You let him use your body like a fleshlight as he fucked you roughtly, your body bouncing almost limply as he had his way with you. "Fuck, needed this." He groaned, biting his lip with a smile while the loud squelches emiting from between your legs combined with your loud and obnoxious cried and whimpers flooded his ears.
You thought this feeling couldn't get any more intense but you could not have been more wrong. He pushed you flush against his body, using two arms to wrap around you while one ran through his hair, and the other gripped under your ass to help fuck you up and down on his cock. Along with this new position what somehow made him feel even deeper than before-- if that was even possible-- his stomach mouth was now pressed right against your clit and was sucking vehemently against the little bud, making your soul feel like it was leaving your body.
"I know, that feels good doesn't it?" The king cooed at you as he watched your eyes roll back into your head from your place against his chest. His cock twitched when he felt the tears start to fall down your cheeks and smear against his pecs. from the roughness of his thrusts. As fucked out as you were, you knew that the worst thing you could do for yourself right now would be to not answer him. "G-good 's good K-una." You whined out, your voice coming out strained and broken from his mean thrusts into your pussy.
He smiled down at you, he had never seen anyone be so sloppy in front of him before, to tell the truth, it was refreshing. He bit his lip as he fucked his cock into you with more vigor, his stomach mouth still sucking and flicking its tongue relentlessly against your clit. "You like when I fuck you and eat your sloppy cunt at the same time?" He asked, having already known the answer when you cried and nodded your affirmation against him.
"Ffff-uck!" Your body jerked and spasmed uncontrolably on top of him, he realized you were cumming when he felt your cunt clench rythmically agaisnt his dick, making him grit his teeth as his thrusts lost their pace for a second, caught of gaurd by how good your cunt felt when you were cumming. "Yeahh, cum all over this cursed dick, woman." He groaned, feeling his own balls tighten with the need for his own release.
Normally, he would've been mad that some human woman had dared to cum without his permission, but he figured he could use this to his advantage. Your head was spinning when the curse picked you up and in one swift movement flipped you over so your back was lying flat against the seat of his throne, the curse placed himself between your legs as he threw your legs over his shoulders and folded you into a mating press, pushing your body to the limits as he smiled maliciously before fucking his cock rapidly into your walls, and making his stomach mouth come out once more to leave relentless licks on your overstimulated clit.
"L-ord S-kuna wa-it-" You panicked, feeling the painful pleasure wrack your body as he didn't let up in the slightest after you had cum. You kept trying and failing to warn him about how sensitive you were like he was unaware. "You want to please me right?" He groaned, not slowing his thrusts as he abused your exhausted hole with his cock. When you didn't respond he reached one of his large hands to your face and gripped the bottom half of your face in his hand, manually shaking your head in an agreement motion while his own mimicked you."Yeahhh, you do." He groaned, briefly looking down at where the two of you were connected to see the ring of white cum that was collecting at the base of his cock.
He placed one of his feet on the throne next to your body to give him better leverage to fuck you, as he pulled his cock almost completely to the hilt before he bullied it back into your walls. He noticed you were squirming more and more, trying to excape his thrusts, but mostly his insatiable tongue on your clit. It was about to push you over the edge again and you didn't know if you would be able to hang on to your consciousness if you did.
"Dont be mean," He cooed, furrowing his eyebrows when your lithe little hands came to press againt his lower stomach to get him to ease up on you. "Im giving your greedy cunt the attention it wants." He said, the tongue on your clit flattening itself and rubbing back and forth quickly, making a different sensaton build in your stomach.
"Cum if you need to, I don't care, but don't you dare fucking push me away." He growled, clenching his jaw as he felt your pussy tighten up around his cock again, a telltale sign of your impending orgasm. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, loud and choppy "Ah, ah, ah!"'s were falling from your lips as you failed to tell him this orgasm felt different, your mouth wouldn't form words the way you wanted it to.
"C'mon, give it to me woman." He growled, feeling his stomach tie in knots the tighter you squeezed his cock in your walls. He watched between the two of you as his tongue rubbed back and forth quickly, spraying your juiced over yours and his thighs and abdomen as you squirted all over his cock. "F-ahhhhh-" He moaned, his thrusts once more losing their pace as the sensation made his orgasm crash over him. It was so sudden, he thought he had at least a couple more thrusts in him but the feeling of your cunt going absolutely crying around him was more than enough to push him off the edge.
You were right about one thing, and that was keeping your consciousness. About halfway through your own orgasm, you felt hot ropes of the curses cum start to fill you up, his deep growls into your ear, and still insatiable feeling of his tongue started to dull down as you slipped into unconsciousness. The curse fucked his cock as deep as he could go and stilled his hips, filling you up with his hot seed and relishing in the way it poured out around him as your little cunt was inadequate for taking such a massive load.
He felt your body go limp around him long ago, so he failed to realize you had passed out until he lifted his chest from yours and saw your sleeping face, chest heaving steadily as your legs still shook and vibrated from how weak they were. "Heh." Sukuna giggled to himself as he once more ran his tongue over your clit and relished in the way your body jerked underneath his ministrations even in your sleep.
He let his cock stop twitching and fully soften inside of you before he pulled out, keeping his gaze on your face while he watched your face scrunch up in displeasure. You must have still felt the oversensitivity in your sleep. As cute as he thought that was, he was more interested in the dramatic reactions he pulled from you when you were awake, so he had no interest in fucking a sleeping woman, but the need to ravish you was still prevalent.
His cock twitched at attention once more as he looked down at your battered and reddened cunt, and watched his thick load drip out of your poor cunt. He used two massive fingers to scoop up some of the load and fuck his fingers back into your cunt, smirking to himself when you wined in your sleep. "Weak woman." He chastised, gripping your sleeping face in his hand as he shook your head side to side and watched your eyebrows scrunch together.
He couldn't get the image of your reaction to his tongue and dick fucking you at the same time out of his head. He picked up your limp body and sat back down on his throne, placing you back on his chest while he watched your chest slowly and steadily heave up and down. He didnt know why, but he didnt feel the urge to kill you; any other woman in your position wouldve been slaughtered the moment they started humping him with those slow and annoying thrusts.
Yet here you were, a human woman lying asleep on his chest while his hand cradled your body against him on your lower back. He needed to get a grip. One thing he did know for certain though, and that was the second you awoke, he was going to eat you out with his mouth-stomach till you passed out again.
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day 8. 69
stepdad!Fushiguro Toji x f!reader
s. just your stepfather reminding you who is the only man who knows what is best for you
cw. daddy kink, 69, pussy slapping, deepthroating, fingerfucking, choking, age gap | wc: + 1k
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RUMOR HAS IT HEâS PUSSY-WHIPPED [ RYOMEN SUKUNA ]
⼠more of best friend!sukuna & deanâs daughter!yn; thereâs a rumour going aroundâthat sukuna canât get off unless itâs with you. but what else can he do when his best friend is avoiding him except to show up at your door uninvited and convince you that you want him too?
word count. 2.3k âą content warnings: female reader, nsfw - mdni, modern college au, best friend!sukuna, deanâs daughter!reader, sukunaâs a tad possessive, creampie, pet names (good girl, princess), fingering, lots of profanity.
âOh god, Sukuââ
Immediately, Sukunaâs eyes shoot up to glare at the poor girl, hips stilling while he quickly grows irate at her voice. His discontent shows through his crimson eyes, leaning down to her ears with a warning, âshut up, or Iâll fucking stop right now.â
Nodding her head, Sukuna shoots her a last warning look before slowly looking away, her half-lidded eyes shutting once more as he starts moving his hips again. Now that sheâs shut up, all that can be heard is her bed frame creaking under their weight and the sound of skin slapping skin.
The girlâs slowly losing it, her head stuffed into the pillow because Sukuna canât stand the sight of her, her ass in the air as he fucks her from behind. It doesnât matter how fucking hot she is or that sheâs the captain of the cheerleading squad. Fuck that because all Sukuna can think about since that moment four days ago is how he really just wants to fuck you.
Itâs been a whole four days that he hasnât seen youâand heâd like to think itâs solely because of your final year project, because itâs normal for you to vanish and cram yourself within books until theyâre over, but itâs definitely not normal for you to not even respond to his damn texts.
Countless times heâs asked you where you are, whether you wanted supper, or hell he even dropped his pride and asked you to reply him. Youâre driving him up the walls and he canât take it.
In front of him, the girlâhe canât remember her name for crying out loudâis already creaming around his cock, yet he canât find the mood to spill inside her or anywhere, really, because it has to be you. You have to reverse this shit.
âCum inside my mouth?â The girlâs already on her knees, taking Sukunaâs cock around her fingers but heâs already pushing her away, telling her donât bother before he flings the condom away and wears his hoodie and sweats, retreating from her room.
He gets on his motorbike, and fuck the helmet because he has absolutely no patience for it, sets the GPS to your apartment and revs off.
If youâre going to act like that day never happened, looks like heâs going to have to go to you and find out.
When he gets to your apartment, your roommates let him in without question; well at least that looks like you didnât say anything that bad about him, if ever. People have long since asked you how you tolerated being friends with him, given his perpetual need for getting into trouble and having you bail him out, but it works. Theyâre butting in unnecessarily for all he cares.
Sukunaâs been to your apartment more times than he can count. Ever since college started, whenever he didnât have girls over heâd chosen to relegate to your bedroom and annoy the shit out of you. Still, youâd always let him in, studying or not. Maybe thatâs why heâs particularly frustrated now, since youâre shutting him out.
The moment the door swings open, you feel the gush of wind hitting your hair. Youâre about to give your housemate a snarky remark about it until you swivel around only to find Sukuna there, sharp eyes glaring at you.
Usually youâd make some joke about how he really shouldnât do shit like this else people would think youâd have a stalker, but you guess his reaction is somewhat warranted. So maybe you didnât think things through before fucking your frustrations out on him that day. And maybe youâd been avoiding him more than necessary because as much as you know it shouldâve been a one-time mistake, itâs hard not to crave more.
Maybe heâs here for the exact same thing.
In an instant, the door swings shut and Sukuna presses you against the wall, minimal distance between your bodies, his thumb tracing your lower lip and his lashes fluttering against your own.
Itâs irritating how just these simple actions can make you all flustered, and even more irritating that you can feel his dick under his sweats. Heâs hard, hard as you remember that day, that day you canât forget about even after trying.
âYou busy?â Sukuna asks, as if he hadnât just seen you working on your project right as he trudged through your door.
But itâs Sukuna. Heâs the worst at sane relationships and even worse at communication. Of course, it takes an equally fucked up person to know what he means to ask is are you too fucking busy for me that you wonât respond to my texts or pick up my calls?
âWorking on myââ
âFound someone else to fuck?â Sukuna asks, your explanation, or your attempt at one, falling on deaf ears.
Right then, you realise what this is all about, and you remember that thisâwhatever you and Sukuna areâis nothing more than best friends exploring hidden territory, working out the chinks in this⌠transaction.
You smirk, tips of your noses touching, his hips subtly grinding against yours. âWhat? Jealous now?â you tease, your hands moving under his hoodie and onto his skin, Sukunaâs eyes fluttering close as he tightens his jaw, the uncontrollable feeling of wanting to take you right here right now taking over.
Sukunaâs hand finds itself around your neck, gently pushing you further against the wall, his eyes slowly opening, those crimson eyes unyielding when he wants them to be. âAnswer me.â
When he hears the no leaving your lips, he ignores the relief he feels, because why should he be? Relieved for what? He throws the fleeting thought of not being able to handle it if you said yes out the window too. Youâre just his best friend who he happens to think is hot. Thatâs all.
âAhhhhââ
Sukuna smirks when his fingers find your clit under your dress, pleasantly surprised to find you already wet. And god you sound better than all those other girls so heâs not going to shut you up for a while. He keeps his face nuzzled against your own, his hand slipping into your underwear, coating your clit with your own slick as he rubs around it because apparently you moan even more like thatâand you moan his name, the reverberations and decibels just right.
âIâmâfuck, Iâm busy, Sukuââ
âThen tell me you want me to stop,â he challenges you, his middle finger plunging inside your wetness, your mouth falling open helplessly. Sukunaâs already winning, and he knows it, and fuck he wants to savour this moment because being the little fucker you are you might avoid him even more if you feel even shittier after this. The reason escapes him, though, because he knows you want him too.
As you feel your knees growing weak, you abandon all your other thoughts. Fuck it, youâve been craving this since that day and Sukunaâs offering, why resist? So you quickly yank his hoodie off of him, his sweats and boxers shortly after, your eyes dragging across his body, muscles ripped and tattoos for days. Heâs a completely different guy from your ex and maybe thatâs why he gets your motors going more. If you were with Sukuna, thereâs no way youâd be able to wait.
âWhoa slow down, princess,â he chuckles as you push him down against your bed, but his dick print against his pants says otherwise. Even then, as you hover over him on your knees, your hands teasing at the hem of your dress, Sukuna looks at you shamelessly, his eyes savouring every inch of your body that it can devour. When you take your dress off, achingly slow, he swallows the lump in his throat, your lace black lingerie practically begging to be taken off. âFucking beautiful.â
You sit on top of him, both of you equally aroused, his cock throbbing against your clothed clit and your hips instinctively grinding against him. His hands grip your waist, pushing you down on him even more.
âSomeoneâs impatient,â you comment, scrunching your nose, the way heâs struggling to control himself underneath you making you giggle. âHave you only been able to cum by jerking off to me?â
Youâre really a piece of work, Sukunaâll give you that. That smug grin and those perfect tits, you should be illegal. Still, he hooks his index finger around your bra, pulling you down to him so youâre face to face.
âThatâs right, still gonna make me wait?â Because youâre right, no matter how much heâd rather you werenât. Jerking off in his room remembering what you looked like writhing under him isnât the worst, so heâll admit it.
Just like that, a simple little admittance and youâre already a little stunned, and Sukunaâs a little too frustratedâfrom both his earlier tryst and the four days of waitingâto wait anymore. Taking advantage of your slight falter, he pushes your underwear to the side, pushing slowly inside youâjust because he likes to see your face when he does.
âT-too bigââ you squeeze your eyes shut, his cock threatening to split you open.
Sukuna pulls your hair to one side, tucking a lock behind your ear, gentle fingers pulling your cheeks down for a quick peck on the forehead. âThen I guess weâd better make you get used to it, huh?â
You let the uncharacteristically tender kiss fly over your head, too consumed by the pleasure to fully comprehend anything. By the time heâs fully inside you, all you hear is his hushed whispers of good girl and then move. Last you remember, youâd intended to make him beg for it but somehow youâre already listening to him, your hips moving and chasing that same pleasure Sukunaâs looking for. His hands move up to undo your clasp, letting your bra fall off your body and onto the floor.
Looking at you like this, underwear pushed to the side, perfect tits bouncing as he fucks you, your pretty face threatening to break apartâSukuna canât help but groan because fuck has he said youâre perfect?
Unlike everyone else, with you, he can feel the high coming. When you move like that, when you clench around him so tight, even just by the sound of your saccharine moans; Sukunaâs already so dangerously close. Why is it so easy for you?
âClose already?â
There you go again, you and your teasingly smug voice, though itâs not irritating when it comes from you. No, when it comes from you, itâs sexy.
âAll your fucking fault for making me wait so long,â he hisses through broken moans, both of you drowning in each other.
You take the initiative this time, kissing him just to shut him up, though youâre amused by just how much you managed to get under his skin by doing so little. âMmm, thought it was more fun that way.â
A total lie, but much better than letting him know that you were vexed about any possible feelings that could come in between your friendship. Probably not from Sukuna, you think, because he has a track record for never being compassionate about any human being ever. Sometimes you think heâs the devil incarnate and that youâre lucky enough to be the one exception to his cardinal rule of being an asshole to everyone.
Sukuna grips your ass all of a sudden, squeezing it tight before releasing suddenly and giving it a tight slap, the sting making you squeal. âDo that again and youâll get to know just how much I want you.â
Thereâs something in the way he says that that sounds enticing to you. Either that, or itâs the underlying meaning that youâre not all too sure of. Either way, you involuntarily clench around him and he chuckles upon noticing it, your embarrassment overridden by the surge of emotions you feel as he kisses you again, this time softly, although his hips move the opposite, faster and faster as he tells you âcum with me.â
And you do, his fervent thrusts sending you off the edge, his cum shooting inside of you for the third time this weekâa record that the both of you intend on breaking somehow because now that youâve had a real taste of things, itâs growing into an addiction.
âAh fuckâyouâre still so- fucking tight,â he hisses as you try to pull away, his eyes watching intently as his cum trickles down your thighs, an undeniable fact that right now, thatâs where he belongs, between your thighs and no one elseâs. Somehow, you collapse on top of him, and itâs nothing new by nowâbut unlike every other girl, he wonât push you away.
Instead, he lets you lay on top of him, hair a mess and matted with sweat, your underwear stained with his cum and your body melting into his own.
âThought you were busy,â he reminds you, like the piece of shit he is.
You pinch him on the arm, something that youâre very good at because it actually hurts. âAnd whose fault is it that I got distracted?â
Thereâs a low rumbling in his chest, amused by your pouting. Itâs at least good to know that he hasnât been the only one frustrated. Judging by how quick you were to give in to him, looks like you were too.
âHey, get up,â he whispers, smacking your ass.
You pout even more, tilting your head up to look at him. âWhat?â
âTo shower and clean up, idiot,â he tells you, as if youâre stupid for asking.
But again, you know Sukuna better than everyone else, so you ask him again, âyou just wanna fool around in the shower, donât you?â
And judging by the shameless grin on his face, you have your answer.
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So now that I've finally caught up to jjk, can we talk about toji and his muscular body? Oh the unholy things I would let this man do to me đĽľđ¤¤
This man's tongue game so strong, he probably left all the women in tears just by giving them oral.
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the intruder (m)


pairing fushiguro toji + fem!reader

synopsis
a home invasion befalls your lonely penthouse just days after your husband goes on work retreat, and it turns out heâs indebted to a lot of dangerous people.
but for a certain intruder, money isnât the only thing on his mind. Â
content warnings explicit content, infidelity, threats of blood and violence, dubious consent, unprotected sex, size kink, use of handcuffs, brat-taming, pet-names, oral (m receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, nonconsensual recording, riding, cervix-bumping, praise + degradation, squirting, hair-pulling, breeding kink (sort of), choking, toji is masked the entire time but loves to put on a show,
word count 7,500+
read on ao3

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Several built-in security cams, a motion-detected entrance, and a generously paid night-team.
In all honesty, this mustâve been a set-up.
Perhaps, a tasteless prank. How six masked intruders managed to break into your penthouse just a few days after your now-estranged husband left for a retreat is beyond you. All of these security inspections to ensure that your penthouse was impenetrable, and yet, above twenty-seven floors, befell a home invasion.
The penthouse was dim-lit, muted by the cityscape and exposed on slender, double-paned windows. In a private residential building, designed for the vieux-riche and white-collared, there was no room for the ordinary.Â
One of the masked intruders noisily whistles, swivelling his large frame as he gawks at the interior. âImpressive.â
âYou can stare later,â another says, dropping his duffle bag onto your modular sofa, âhurry up and take what you can.â
Reeling from your sudden wake, forcibly handcuffed to a radiator pipe. It had only been a few hours before you were abruptly forced from your bed, held at gunpoint to keep quiet, and lured into the living room to watch your home be ransacked to skint. Carelesslyâalong with their heavy bags, filled to the brimâthey pace around with a gun youâre convinced couldnât be loaded.
If it werenât for your composure, youâd be dead already.
âAll this space,â a disillusioned voice scorns from another room, unseen. âFor what? Three people?â
âTwo, asshole.â You mutter under your breath.
âYou got a smart mouth, lady,â the brawny manâjade eyes discerned from the dark-grey ski mask covering the rest of his face, kneels down in front of you. (You definitely whispered it, and he definitely wasnât close enough to hear that). âDo I need to shut you up as well?â
It's demeaning. With a tight lip, wavered to the tremor of having your life under threat, you turn away to avoid his stern gaze. Turned to your chef, teary-eyed and pale-stricken, muffled by a roughly knotted tie found in your husbandâs drawers. Made an example of, gagged like her so that you were forced to keep quiet on your accord. It didnât stop her, worsening the situation with every stifled wail, earning an empty threat from every passing intruder.
For the sake of not having another gun pressed against your temple, you simply watch. Observe.
Sheathed in puffer jackets and black ski-masks, they had been hard to distinguish from one another.
Except one.
One of them had the audacity of disregarding a jacket, wearing a simple black, tight-fitted t-shirt that defined every ridge and curve of his upper frame. He didnât even bother wearing gloves. The way he simply tampered with the emergency line and security cams made you think heâd been here before, familiar. And if that were the case, then you were in trouble.
Guilty, very guilty of noticing how his bulky arms would tense with every movement. Flexed under every packed bag or veined by alabaster protrusions; a pitiful thing to notice while he carried your belongings. His voice sunk twenty-feet down your spine as if you were made of bottomless chasmsâanother reason why youâd be able to differentiate him from the rest.
It didnât matter. He carried a poise that told you this wasnât his first time; overly confident and tactful.
And this reckoning was coming.
Your husband was a conglomerate who attempted to juggle risky affairs with his company matters, leaving at odd hours and returning with rum-iced breath and a sunken gaze. A driving force behind the rift in your marriage, consumed with an undying urge to flood his bank accounts with more money, gluttonous. This was something you shouldâve seen coming, but he had abandoned you at a shadily specific time; a work retreat heâd call it, important matters to be handled in Hokkaido with an urgency that left you no choice but to let him leave.
You nearly doze off, worn-out from the constant manhandling before one of the intrudersâ pace towards you. He kneels down, pats your cheek with the muzzle of his gun. âHey,â he exhales, vexed. âWhereâs the rest of the money?â
ââYou jadedly sigh, overrun with the same questions that all boil down to one inadequate answer: âI donât know.â He exhales even louder, clasping the gun tighter. âHow many times do I have to tell you? I donât know.â
You do, kind of. Itâs a teeny lie because while trust did go both ways in a four-year marriage, there had been little disclosure around his work between the two of you. As newly-weds, he swore to confide in you but since moving into this penthouse, he had completely left you in the dark; distance grew, and the double-glazed windows grew longer and there was a void to this place that had an odd semblance to your love life.
You knew that he had a hidden room, a vault, somewhere in his library, but thatâs how far it went. Company files (and filthy secrets), heaps of cash, prized possessions, family heirlooms and a few weapons to spareâall for him to touch, and for you to bear the consequences of.
But when you think youâve convinced the brutish man, he suddenly presses a gun to your chefâs head, who wails through the gag shoved into her mouth like a leaking pipe. âIâll give you another chance to tell me something I want to hear, and if you donât, Iâll blow her brains out.â
Untold confessions burn into bile. âI donât know.â
He heaves through the mask. âIâll count to three then,â he grits his teeth, presses it forcefully to her temple as she continues to shriek. âOne,â he begins while your resolve slowly breaks down, âtwo,â the trigger squeaks under his thumb, âtââ
ââitâs in the library, I think. But I donât know whereââ
âBehind the bookshelf, huh?â
A familiar voice says from the distance, earning a burst of mirth from the group of masked men as a loud creak resounds the penthouse; your eyes flutter closed in a strange feeling of relief and discontent, slumping against the radiator when they leave to join him in the library. As a ruffle ensues over there, youâre forsaken to observe your chefâs unkempt state, whom you nearly killed because of your misplaced loyalty.
The guilt chews at your own resolve, unable to find the words to console her or aid your own discomfort. Before you can even think to do so, he walks inâsaunters with a smugness that forces you to bite back a curse, and a brimmed duffle bag. He drops it before walking towards you, crouching down once again to meet your surly gaze, teary and loathing. He spends a fleeting moment observing your twisted expression, clearly reeling from the very real threat of gunpoint. And heâs relishing it.
He's eerily quiet, calm. Somehow, itâs worse than the other manâs fiery temperament.
âYou got what you wanted, you can take it and leave.â You utter with a weak lilt.
âI donât think I have,â he retorts casually, his head cocked to the side. The glimmer in his eye changes like a heavy tide on a full moon, eventually settling on an impish gaze that bursts with inspiration. âNow, why is the lovely wife here when she should be with her husband?â
âThatâs none of your business.â
âHow do ya expect to live with an attitude like that?â he asks, clearly unaffected by your hostility. If it were anyone else, theyâd put a bullet in your head already.
âNext time? With a gun.âÂ
He chortles through the mask, and you can even hear a wicked smirk brush against the fabric. âWhat makes you think thereâs a next time?â he chides, picks up a piece of fluff from your cheek, and you nearly flinch. âMaybe Iâd be doing your husband a favour then. What do you think, lady?â
He turns to your chef, still cowering in her spot, momentarily pauses her snivelling to register his question. The masked man tuts, roughly yanking the gag from her mouth, doused in spit and snot. She takes the release as a false invitation to blubber pleas, it goes on and on and on, which he lets happen until heâs had his fillâheâs a psycho.Â
âHey,â he respires, âshut up.â
She promptly closes her mouth.
âShe a good wife?â he asks, nudging his head towards you like heâs indulging in weekly gossip, pinning the poor ladyâs frame down with his gaze. Your chef can only deduct from what she sees, and she has seen⌠a lot; enough to gauge that there was nothing respectable about the truth.
âGood wifeâno, not really. Theyâuh, they fight a lot.â She mutters.
âOuch,â he scratches the skin behind his ear, turning to you. âNo wonder he left such a pretty thing behind.â
Youâre rendered wordless, a heat cloyed in your gut.
âHow about this,â he says, fiddling with your handcuffs. When his fingers brush against your skin, it sends a evanescing shudder through your bodyâitâs cold. âHow about you help me send your husband a little message?â
âButââ you sputter, beat. ââbut donât you have what you need?â
âNah,â he says, unshackling you from the pipes and firmly grabbing your upper arm to haul you up. Heâs far stronger, manhandles you through the hallways as though youâre lightweightâyou must beâfor arms that bulky, heâd be able to lift a car. âNot quite satisfied yet, princess.â
âWhere are you taking me?â you exclaim as obscurity swallows you whole, separated from the commotion in the living room.
But youâre stumbling into your bedroom; torso lurched onto the chair he rolls from your desk, the windows draped in velvet curtains, but thereâs subdued moonglow seeping through and it pales his exposed skin. He handcuffs you once more, behind the backrest of your chair this time, demanding a camera from one of the other intruders.
The brawny man pulls you to centre stage, in front of him, and mutters with a caustic swing. âDonât be scared.â
Itâs not reassuring at the slightestâitâs not meant to be. You thrash against the handcuffs, watching in confusion as one of his hot-headed subordinates return with a thick-lensed camera and tripod. He makes note of the ring-light at your desk and pulls it over to him as well. Your efforts are to no avail, slumped in a satin blue nightgown that creases just above your knees.
âIf youâre going to kill me,â you sigh, admitting defeat. âAt least make it quick.â
It is difficult to read him when heâs hiding behind a mask, but his calmness resides in his mannerisms. He gives no allusion that he wants to kill you, but thatâs worseâhis temperament is completely unreadable, and thereâs nothing you can do but try to draw an actual answer from him. âKill you? What kind of message would that send?â
Maybe youâre digging your own grave instead. âThatâthat you leave no witnesses?â
He chortles at your response, stretching his limbs once heâs done adjusting the camera. His burly arms extend above his head and his shirt fleetingly lifts to reveal his terribly toned abdomen, freckled with swirling hairs around his belly button and a thick mound of it just peeking above the hem of his boxers. You no longer try to make sense of what that sated pull in your gut means, (whatever it is, itâs bad-mannered).
âCareful now, youâll make it sound like a good idea.â
âThen what? What do you want with me?â you push, frustrated.
He evades your question once again, clearly not up for any transparency and instead, he turns on the camera; a red flicker that beeps just below the large lenses, then he abruptly switches on the ring-light, adjusted to the brightest level and you quickly turn away, flinching.
âState your name.â He simply orders.
âWhat?â you ask, barely able to see him past the glaring light.
âState your name, and donât make me repeat myself.â
Hesitantly, you drone each syllable of your name. Your eyes drift idly to the carpet, to whatever can hold your attention, anything is better than the beam of light sharply meeting your retina.
âLook at me,â he focuses your attention onto him, where he stands a little closer, slightly shadowing the shaft of light behind him and when you meet his gaze, intimidated by his large stature, youâre taken aback. âSay it again.â
You state it clearly this time, with a sournessâa harsh bite to each word that doesnât go unnoticed by him, but heâs somewhat satisfied, nodding in approval. âGood girl.â
The sudden term sends another awkward twinge to your gut (or, to the part of you that throbs mindlessly, without will, just want). You ignore it, watching fretfully as he picks up a few papers the other guy dropped onto your bed earlier.
âYou can read a script, right?â he neatly folds the papers together. âI want you, princess, to tell your husband whatâll happen if he doesnât bring the rest of my money by the end of this month.â
âHm?â
He stands by the camera once again and hangs the first page beside his face. Itâs written in a very large font, as though it was intended for a reader unable to see from this distance, or they were merely in a rush. Impatient, he sighs. âSpeak up.â
âTheyâtheyâll tell everyone about the operations behind his company,â you murmur, trying to digest the information written on the piece of paper. Reality thickens, and everything you suspected your husband to be involved in now holds substance to it. âWhat operations?â
âRecite this.â He says, displaying the second page.
âOh my gââ
âHey, recite it.â
You recite itâword for wordâevery single shady job that transpires beneath the companyâs general operations and it leads to an obvious conclusion; he moves drugs. Whoever these guys are, theyâre shady and fucked-up, but theyâre borne by your husbandâs misdemeanours. He had clearly crossed them, and now he had left you to suffer the consequences.
âSuppose itâs better that it comes from his own wife, right?â he says, putting the papers away. âYou see,â he directly says to you, instead of the camera, âif he fails, Iâll come back to finish the job, and this videoâall those documents, they go live, understood?âÂ
Indignation rattles your chest, and youâre not sure who youâre mad at, the perpetrators or the intended target who abandoned you. âSo, what? Youâre all drug dealers, then? Fuck you. You couldnât threaten him yoursâmph!â
He grabs your chin, stifling the rest of your tiradeâit boils at the tip of your tongue, and he touches it, sliding a thumb across your bottom lip. âThat mouth of yours,â he murmurs, squinting down at your resentful gaze, jaw clenched, and chest heaved, ââdonât think a gag is going to fix that attitude.â
âThen why donât you just kill me?â
âI could,â he mulls with a shrug, pressing down on the tongue that craves a good finish, between the teeth that itches to bite it. Thereâs an eyelash just above your cheek, and he slowly picks it off. Itâs a thick tension you could slice with a butcherâs knife, one apparent beneath the ongoing silence while he ponders on his next motives. âOr I could put that mouth to better use.â
Your face twists in puzzlement, unable to take in the turn of events when heâs suddenly uncuffing you, just to cuff you again once youâve stood up.
He turns to the masked man at the door, who has been idly standing there for a while, awaiting his next instructions. âLoad up the van.â
Eventually (and soundlessly) he walks away, nearly intrigued if not for the brawny manâs firm instructions, leaving the both of you alone to the stillness. When youâre dragged to the end of the bed, he sits and pulls you towards himâflailing and protests falling short when he swiftly bends you over his lapâone hand pushing your lower back down, the other lifting your nightgown up.
Your torso stretches against his thighs. âWhatâwhat are youâoh!â
A shrill smack suddenly booms, then follows a stinging sensation that settles on your ass cheeks.
You heavily exhale, mind reeling from the echoes of a slap.
And it dawns on you, a cloak of realisation: he just slapped your ass.
Sheer shock and indignation, it churns, disoriented by the brute force of his hand meeting your skin. Your squirming intensifies. âWhat the fuck?â you exclaim.
âWatch your mouth,â he simply warns, slapping your ass once more; this one is a more cruel, and the burn sticks around for a few more seconds before he lands another one for sport. Every slap is paired with a strained wince, but when he kneads that sore spot, that throbbing pull returnsâtenfoldâitâs turning you on. âFrom now on, youâre gonna be on your best behaviour.â
He's mocking you, resorting to childish chastises to make the humiliation of it all sink a little deeper.
He doesnât care about your attitude.
âHuh? Noââ
Another one, itâs now less of a prickle and more of a dull pain, uncomfortable. âWhat was that?â
âButââ
And another.
All of your protests are countered by an unkind blow, intensified with every swoop, and you try, with the utmost effort, to hold in your whimpers but it gets jolted out of you. Youâre being scolded, and all you can do is take it. If that isnât enough to make you reel in mortificationâthe pool of slick building up between your legsâmight stop your heart completely. Ruination overwhelms your imagination, and before it gets too far, you obey, hoping heâll stop before he notices. âOkay, fine. FineâIâll behave, okay? Can you let me go now?â
âSee how easy that was?â he leers, coyly playing with the lace of your panties, cerulean lace to match the deep blue of your nightgown, and he admires the dedication to craft. Itâs a satisfying match. The end of his strikes leave a daunting hush to fill, but as you try to dismiss the ache that cries for his attention, he pries your thighs apart, tightly locked, and slides his palm down your clothed slit. Itâs damp.
You try to jump forward. âDonât you fucking dareâ!â
He vigorously smacks your ass to cut your words down, letting it get trapped in a hoarse gasp that thrums against the back of your throat. His palm sinks between your thighs, wrist trapped in between, presses the fabric into your sodden cunt. âItâs wet. Whatâs goinâ on here?â
âDonât,â he presses the flat pane of his fingers to your clit, ââwait.âÂ
âNow why would I do that?â he sneers, lifting the fabric, pulling upwards until it sinks between your soaked slit like a thong and tugs purposefully to make sure it presses firmly against your swollen nub. A low chuckle rumbles inside of his chest when your head flops against the side of his thigh, earning throaty gasps that almost resemble frenzied hiccups when he manoeuvres the fabric to just barely scratch the surface.
Heâs tugging, and tugging, until your cunt squeezes for more, and he can see the soft lustre of slickâitâs as clear as day.
He continues to display his amusement in soft chortles; torment was his pastime, and heâs enjoying this, whittling you down into nothing but a toy to be played with. Just as you think itâs enough, he smacks your ass once again, hard and fast, an abnormal speed that almost diverts your attention from the prompt pull of your underwear, until heâs dragging it down to your ankles. Your cries of shockâchagrinedâends with another callous strike to your ass.
Two, thick fingers sink down to trap your clit between its slenderness, motioned up and down to stimulate it. âFuckinâ soaked. Who got you like this?â
Oh, he knows.
This asshole knows (or, he really is oblivious to his own allureâthe latter seems impossible).
âIâll remember your voice,â you shakily threatenâhard not to, his cadence carried a slow twang to it, a level of poise that couldnât be found in any of the intruders. Perhaps, just aged a little more than the rest, fine wine. Itâs difficult to focus on that now when his fingers are squeezing your nub, scissoring, then the flat pane of his digits rub circles around it, causing your legs to flail about in the air, crook upwards, toes curling until it tenses, ââIâll send you straight to priâah!â
He's established a pattern now, cutting your curses and threats short with a harsh blow to your ass, yet overwhelming your senses with the unrelenting motions against your clit. âDonât get mad at me, princess. With a poor attitude like that, this is just a slap on the wrist.â
âYeah? How do you think I shouldâfuâshould talk to someone whoâs threatening me with a gun? Stealing all myâmyââ
âSteal what?â he follows, languidly drawing circles to worsen that ache.
You canât answer, slacked against his body, cursing under your breath.
âTalk like ya want to live,â he chuckles, answering your question, indulging in how your weak cries erupt whenever he reverts your attention back to him with a cruel smack. âYouâre enjoyinâ this a little too much, donât ya think?â
Itâs too much.
A mend of guilt and lust cloyed in your gut builds up, until a mirage is formed before your ears, crafted by budding tears. Itâs as though he knows your body; what strings to pull, when to stop, when to start again, prolong your suffering and intensify your desperation. Even as you try to bite down on your whining, soft squelches resound the room when he picks up the pace, applying pressure and rubbing your swollen nub feverishly.
Then he slows down, presses down even harder, and watches you squirm in his lap.
And repeat.
âLet me go,â you shudder, jutting your hips into his thigh. Nothing about your actions can make sense of your tearful pleas. âLet me go! Just take the money and oh gââ
He takes your objection as a sign of wanting more, slowly nudging two of his thick, sticky fingers into your cunt, welcomed with heat, slicked walls that clenches fitfully around him. He stretches his fingers to shape your walls, twists and curls them. âI donât think you want that.â
You soak his fingers knuckle-deep, feeding his huge ego with noises you fail to keep trapped beneath your tongue. He lets you slack against his lap, works at your pussy with the utmost intensity, motioning them back and forth, returning with a flood of slick. Youâre numbed, chest tightened, and your focus is only brought back when he slaps your ass, demanding your attention once more.
Murmurs under his breath, uncaring to whether you can hear, and watches his fingers sink further inside. âFuck, thatâs tight.â
You say whatever comes to mind, incoherent and senseless. âFâfâshitâasshole!â
âWhat a mouth you got,â he tuts, momentarily tending to your aching nub before crooking his fingers further inside; exploring, caving to the senseless contractions and bumps into every corner he can brush. âWhat did I say?â
âIâm sâsorry,â you whimper when he intentionally misses the mark. He hums in approval, running the one hand that isnât defiling you along your back, slinking around your nape to hold your head up, so you can catch him in your peripheral visionâhe wants to watch. You can feel his eyes burn into the side of your head, gaze drifting to every contortion on your face, then he curls his fingers just right. Right where you want it; that spot that encourages black splotches to corner your blurry eyesight, moans unfiltered and far too sickly sweet for his own palate.
âDid I move too fast, doll?â he mocks, immediately pulling away.
âNo. No, donât do that.â
âYeah? Want me to keep rubbinâ right here?â he pretends to be unaware, or so blatant that he wants you to know that itâs just a façade to get you to be more vocal, to beg, returning to that sensitive spot. âThis it? That feel good?â
You can only muster an incoherent sound, something of a hum and a cry, nodding fretfully as your cheeks begin to soak your tears.
He watches in awe as you convulse in his lap, sliding his hand further down your neck to keeps you upright. âYou want it, donât ya? Say the word, and I might consider it.â
âI canâtââ
âYa canât what? Come?â he taunts, as though he didnât spend his time torturing you, now relentlessly pushing you to a violent climax. âItâs obvious y'r piece of shit husband doesnât know how to touch you properly, so itâs up to you, princess.â
âFâfuck. Yes, okayâokay. Please.â You say the word, through gritted teeth, shuddering when he refuses to rest.
Your clenched jaw slacks when he abruptly curls his fingers again, brushing your sweet spot with precision; back arches uncomfortably with your restrictive handcuffs and his hand wrapped around your neck, it moves away to knead at your ass again, to watch the slick run down your thighsâto his lap, and your head flops. Splatters of tears fall to the fuzzy carpet, disappearing in fields of wool. âThis tight cunt is drippinâ all over my fingers. You get fucked by intruders often?â
âShutâshut up,â you whimper, eyes squinting shut as he tugs at that sated pull, the heat in your abdomen spreads. âJust like thatâoh my gââ
âNaughty, naughty wife,â he emphasises the word to make you remember where you are, your reality thatâll eventually sink in when heâs done with you. But something hard prods your lower abdomen, and it grows. âShould save us some time and fuck this pussy right now.â
You clamp down on his fingers, refrain from vocally letting him know that youâll completely break if he doesnât.
âOh? Ya want that?â
His fingers fasten, clapping against the plush of your ass, earning louder squelches and wanton moans. Contact connected by strings of slick, and itâs vulgar. You almost forget that thereâs still a bunch of intruders in your home, and your chefâ
âOh fâIâm closeâoh sir, Iâm so clââ
âSir? Yeah?â he relishes in the way you formally address himâa sign of respect for a man who doesnât deserve it. âThis pretty pussy really wants someone like me to fuck it?â
âHm, please. Please.â You shamefully whimper, succumbing to your urges.
But heâs unkind, doesnât intend on serving your needs right now, and pulls away, ends with a strike louder and harder than all the ones before, distracting you from the hollowness that resides within you. âToo bad. You donât fuckinâ deserve it.â
He pulls you up using your handcuffs, suddenly hurling you onto the bed to confront the burly man holding a voracious gaze, pins you down with it, both of his arms entrapping you in his shadow.
âLike I said, put that mouth to work,â he echoes as you sink under his weight, the bed unfamiliar but so forgiving to this foreign presence, ââŚand maybe, just maybe, Iâll consider it.â
Intensely, you reciprocate his ravenous stare.
Your disdain for the intruder returns, itâs coupled with lust this time. âYes, sir.â
Itâs laced in ridicule, and he can tell, scoffing before he yanks you forward, causing you to fall to your knees with a quick thud. His bulge meets you at eye-level, earning a budding eagerness that settles in your gut. Heâs slow, unzipping his pants in a pace that has your fingertips clawing at the handcuffs, drawing blood.
When he pulls his briefs down, your jaw slackens, back straightensâit rises, thickens, and his size is monstrous.
You must be losing your mind. âWhat? Ya like what you see?â
Absolute girth that leads to a rose-burn tip, and it oozes, unpigmented veins that protrude on either side, earns a soft lustre when he thumbs his cockhead, rubs it all over. Itâs not enough, so he spits on his hand, swivels around his fat cock to your own dismay; his bulbous tip to the mound of hair that settles above his fisted grip, it sucks you into a hypnotic trance that you canât get out of.
He holds it, heavy in his hand, and presses the other to your head. âDonât have all night,â he slurs, directs it to your parted mouth, and it puckers around his leaking tip, following his stare once youâve wrapped wholly around it. Itâs a slight burn to the inner corner of your mouth, but your tongue glides over the thick shaft, carefully whelming his cock. âJust like that, good girl.â
A guttural moan barely draws from his mouth when you hollow your cheeks, half-way there, sucking and bobbing to submerge his cock in the warmth of yours. His neck strains beneath the hem of his mask, jaw clenched, and his hold tightens until your roots begin to tear.
âThat mouth canât take anymore, huh?â he scoffs, forcing you further down his cock. Heâs unforgiving, barging past your gritting throat to sink as deep as he can, and he does, clogging your senses with his musk and sheer girth, he begins his merciless thrusts. âSuch a slut, letting the big bad guy fuck your throat? How do ya think your husbandâs gonna feel when he finds out?â
You scowl at him, wondering if this trespasser had any grit in making your life any more difficult (but you couldnât test that). You canât focus beyond his unrelenting thrusts, relaxing your jaw to give him a better opening, slobber slipping down your chin. Itâs messyâmeeting a mound of hair with every thrustâgargling under the concoction of fluids puddled in your throat. You slicked his cock just right.
But your cunt throbs at the sight of his jade eyes, dazed, squinting as his abdomen flexes, hips stuttering.
You can sense a manic grin behind his mask. His tone is thicker. âWhat? Do ya think Iâm bluffin'?â
His control mildly cracks, desperation seeping through gritted teeth, grinding into the heat of your mouth; itâs a gradual shift to such a cruel pace, holding your head still when his tip settles in your throat, hindering your breath for a few seconds, and returns to drag it along your tongue. He doesnât even let you hack, cough or catch a meaningful breath, and chases a marble euphoria.
He chuckles through his mask. âPoor wifeâs too desperate to get fucked to realise the camera's still on?â
There it is.
The bluff that simply doesnât exist, because a man of this poise, could never bluffâhe delivers.
His grip on your hand loosens, letting you messily bob your head, still dying to satisfy him despite your grasp on the situation. His other hand spins the camera around, directing your attention to the red glimmer in the corner, (itâs still on, if you couldnât tell). âSee your wife, asshole? Ya heard everythinâ, right?â
Handcuffed, mouth stuffed full, and the ache between your thighs overwhelm your hindered sensesâunsure whether you should be livid that he set up like this or letting him do so in spite of your estranged husband. He huffs in disbelief when you lick a long strip along his length, sucking on his cockhead and nudging the tip of your tongue into his slit, earning a strained hiss.
Strings of snot and saliva connect your cheeks to him, itâs all so wet, coupled with your tears and his persistence.
He thrusts his hips forward, taking back control. âA tight cunt, and a mouth like this, Iâd start cherishinâ her,â he breathily mutters, your gurgles are savoured, chased after, and heâs insistent on making it hurt, until itâs permanent, that feeling of his cock shaping your throat. His head lolls back, and you notice the beads of sweat gleaming on his neck. âFâfuck.â
His hips stutter, and he directs all of his attention to you, placing both of his hands on your marbleized cheeks, angling his torso upright to get a clear, self-indulgent look at your face; upturned eyebrows, hollowed cheeks, and webbed eyelashes, like dewdrops. Heâs slow with it, observing the way your glazed lips wrap perfectly around his cockâthe way he melts into your mouth, sweltering.
It does feed your ego. Even though youâre unable to see his expressions through his mask, he makes no effort to hide it; carnal panting that bleeds through his disguise, eyes squeezing shut and head falling back with every suck. He lowers the camera. âWanna watch me cum down your wifeâs throat?â
You moan at the thought, and he could read you. Itâs the rush of it all, (and now you think, surely, the rest of the penthouse couldnât hear this). Itâll tear through him soon enoughâa gale of white.
âFuckinâ slut. She wants it.â He grunts through his mask, still talking to the camera, and itâs obvious, he clearly had something to prove. He releases you before he breaks. âNah, I got somethinâ better.â
He gives you a moment to respite, hacking from the pulsation at the back of your throat. Pulls you up by your arms, heaves you towards the bed again, adjusting you on all fours so that your soaked cunt is in clear sight, for him and the camera. âWaitâwait, the cameraââ
Interrupts your stammering with a slap to your tender ass, kneading it just to indulge in the slick that makes a mess of you, all the way down to your inner thighs. âIâll fuck you dumb. Tell me how much you want it.â
âPlease.â You beg, muffled by your duvet.
âDonât think you want it enough,â he tuts, the bed dips beneath him and he positions himself behind you. âA mouth that loose never knows how to beg. Try again. Loud and clear.â
His thick tip rubs along your slit. Youâre already humiliated by the situation, and the camera beeps to make you aware, the brunt of your dilemma lied with your stubbornness. You lift your head from the duvet, and grit through your teeth. âCan you please just fuck me. Hardâfuck me hard, please. I want it so bad.â
âBetter.â He nods. âYa hear that?â he speaks to the cameraâreminding you that this is for your husband; your submission and this vulgar display of betrayal. Whoever this is, behind that mask, has you, wholly and completely. He lightly smacks your ass in approval, looms over you to conceal the lewd sight of your cunt leaking for him, slapping his cockhead against your swollen clit.
You want to run, in spite of your loose tongue, an intense burn rendering you feeble when he slowly sinks in, stifled grunts seeping through his mask. It bleeds through. Instead, you clamp down, and he pulls you back with a bruising force to nudge most of his girth inside, keeps muttering under his breath: âfâso tight, so fuckinâ tight.â
He's barely bottomless, yet you already feel so full. He hooks his grip onto you, and pounces.
âUghâ!â
Skin-to-skin contact, connected by twines of your slick, and lecherous moans reverberate the bedroom, and you probably envision it sounding much worse recorded (or, maybe he intended on it looking like a homemade porno involving some heavy âroleplayingâ), sinking into the duvet as if it were a cocoon. Fucks you just as you want it. It becomes much more difficult to let the undoubted sin settle in at this point. Every argument against getting fucked by this masked intruder glares red until it doesnât, because heâs already fucked every coherent thought out of you.
Not when it feels this good. Not when that cloyed heat is ready to spread; coating his cock in so much slick that obscene squelches flatten against your bodies. Wanton moans thatâll plague your husband for weeks, months, maybe even years if this video gets outâa wretched memento in the form of a videotape, for the deserter; it isnât him thatâs fucking you this good.
These isnât fakeâitâs real.
To your discontent, your nightgown clings to your perspiring skin, all sticky and sweltering, as if youâre made of marble, and the both of you are still clothed in some way. The desire to see him nude grows by the minute; how sheen might cover his undulating chest, how his bare bulky arms would flex as he bounces you on his cockâ
âYou up?â he says, interrupting your indecent train of thoughts. âDonât tell me youâre already givinâ out on me?â
âNo, noâfuck, just feels so good,â you blubber, fighting through the heaviness of your eyelids. He hums in response, playing with the metal cuffs, before his movements start to hit a little harder; a small thud eliciting as he meets your ass, speeding up his thrusts. âFasterâjust like that, ugh!â
âYeah?â he chortles, slipping out to place you sideways, so this way, your eyes that teem with desperation meet the galling red, it flickers with your fluttering eyelids. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, and rams into your sopping cunt. âLet emâ know how good Iâm fuckinâ you.â
âMâ so good,â drool trickles down the side of your mouth, barely comprehending his request as his cock drills into your cunt, unrelenting. It doesnât help that heâs hitting the right spot, grinding into it, filling you to the brim and paying close attention to every pathetic whine that escapes you. âHarderâsir, please, fuck me harder.â
âHarder?â He repeats, shortly slips out once again and slaps his tip against your engorged clit. âPoor wife doesnât get fucked the way she wants? Made her all desperate. Câmere.â
He sits up to haul you up onto his lap, into another position, but still in perfect view for the camera, with your legs pried apart by his burly thighs and your back pressed against his front. Bearing your sights to the red light that remains on; heâs aligning his cock with your cunt once more, heavy panting seeping through his mask, and it warms your neck.
You hastily sink down on his cock once more, trembling as his hands knead at your waist, wordlessly coaxing you through his girth. The restraints make it difficult for you to keep balanced, but his arms circle around your abdomen, trapping you in the heat of his embrace. Youâre submerged in it, grinding hastily once he nearly bottoms out.
âPretty fuckinâ nightgown, hm?â he observes the flimsy material, resting his chin on your shoulder as the straps slip off, ââŚbet itâs expensive,â he goes on, traces the hem with his finger, and it feels familiar, â...might have to take this with me too.â
Your head droops back onto his shoulder, hoping that heâll just rip off that mask and blemish your skin with salivated marks, but alas, he focuses on your nightgown. Dazed, your soft grinding sparks another return of that heat, scorching, but youâre completely unprepared for when he pulls your nightgown down from the neckline, a strident rip following his forceful tug.
His hands instantly draw to your breasts, tugging and pinching at your aching nipples while you jump on his thick cock, feet flattered against the bed. Your bounces are sporadic, followed by eager grinding; itâs staggered, and sloppy, unable to balance yourself with your hands constrained like this. Your blurry gaze avoids the camera as you chase your orgasm, recoiling when you unintentionally slip further down, feeling a sudden intrusion, a burning kiss to the rim of your cervix.Â
He groans loudly when you do so, firmly grips your hips to force you down his entire shaft, and itâs mind-numbing.
âOhâfuck! Too deep.â You whine, sensing his carnal desire sink in, and it does. He lifts your legs up by your knees, slowly thrusting his hips upwards as your wetness sloshes around his cock.
âYou can take it. You want it harder, right?â he breathlessly utters (just like you asked). He pays no mind to your apprehensionâa mend of pain and pleasure spreading like wildfire, and heâs sadistic, completely bottoms out and picks up a merciless pace.
His balls slap against your sodden cheeks, being held in a near full-nelson, hands snaked beneath your knees to hook around your neck, and breasts bouncing with every thrust. It doesnât go unnoticed. Itâs ear-splitting; the only sounds that boom through your residence are your undisputed pornographic moans, his laboured panting and the noisy clapping of his skin meeting yours. But youâre too fucked out to care, feeling your climax rise and rise until it sits in your gut in one hysterical coil, just eager to burst.
An undoubted fact; it's terrible that a trespasser is fucking you this good, and it should anger you, but it only intensifies your desireâitâs unconventional, and downright bad, and you succumb to his thick cock. He removes his hands from your head, fingers suddenly reach out for your clit, as though he can read you, rubbing relentlessly as you tremble around him. âI'm cummingâ!â
âYeah?â He breathily whispers against your ear, ââŚcum all over my cock. Make sure you scream loud and clear for me, hm?â
âUghâ! Sir!â
Gushing all over his cock, splashes of slick spurting off his rapid fingertips and his pounding, you convulse against his brute force. Your teary eyes peer down at the mess, sheer horror contorting your face, but he continues to fuck it out of youâpicks up the pace, in awe of you squirting all over him. âFâ, youâre makinâ such a mess. Donât fuckinâ stopâkeep cumminâ for me.â
It pours all over him, onto your thighs, his thighs, your stomach and your carpet. He doesnât stop thrusting, pressing his fingers onto your oversensitive clit with even more force. Clear slick, light and thin, irregularly spurts out of you, and your thighs close around his remorseless motions, far too sensitive to go on. You only manage to trap his arm between your thighs, encouraging the hasty taps he places on your swollen nub.
He pulls his arm from you, momentarily digging through his pants that rest just above his knees.
âBet ya dying for someone to fill you right up,â he hoarsely growls, following a sudden click. He uncuffs you, and your arms loosen, muscles still tense when the handcuffs get thrown across the bed. Thereâs a gnawing hope that he might use this chance to embrace you, but instead, his thrusts speed up again, the warmth of his chest waning as he lies down, hammering into your cunt with the utmost desire. Itâs animalistic. âTake it.â
Your hands immediately reach for his thighs, gripping tightly as your cunt milks him dry. âSlow down.â
âYou wanted this, doll,â he spits, pulling you down against his chest so that your head slumps over his shoulder once again. He bends his knees upwards, lifting his hips to glide his cock between your walls, meeting a delicious crush. His arms wrap around your waist and neck, and he carelessly squeezes. âShouldâve known you were a slut, fit into you perfectly. Fuck.â
âLetâlet me see you,â you beg, succumbing to his merciless thrusts. âPlease.â
âUh, uh, not tonight, baby,â he coolly responds, hips stuttering. His balls slap against your ass, chasing the most insanely, lewd sounds of your cum coating his cock. Heâs so close, frenzied, stuttering . âFâfuck, gonna fill this sweet cunt up. Make it all mine.â
You fondle your breasts. âMake it all yours.â
Holding your legs up, he pushes his cock further in, spurting his cum inside of you in one prolonged moment. His balls tighten and a rush of heat sprays your insides and itâs never been this filling. You clench around him, feeling your arousal swell into another rush of heat but he slows down, making sure it stays inside, eases your need to go again.
His cock slowly slips out, and clear white oozes out of your cunt shortly after, with staggered, lazy breathing circling this thick stillness. You fail to remove yourself from his embrace, all alarms in your mind (strangely resembling your security alarms that woke you up at this odd hour) blaring loudly as reality settles in.
Did an intruder seriously just give you the best fuck of your life?
On camera?
He carefully places you next to him, clearly not as exhausted as you are as he gets off the bed, adjusting his clothes and walks up to the camera. He briefly turns back to you; satisfied to find you drained and smeared with cum and sweat before he turns off the camera, following a chesty chuckle thatâll probably plague your filthy dreams. Riddled with guilt and fatigue, your lidded eyes submit to its heaviness.
âYour fingerprintsâŚâtheyâre all over the place.â You tiredly mutter. You donât why youâre even concerned, and before you try to find him, heâs already hovering over you.
For some reason, you crave more.
âHe wonât do anything,â he chuckles, grabbing your chin, swiping a thumb across your glossy lips. âBecause he knows exactly whatâll happen if he does, and you know what,â he leans further to whisper at your ear, and the next few words make your heart lurch to your throat once again. his fingers trail downwards, slowly rubbing your sensitive nub, coating itself in your slick once again. You flinch. âIf he does end up seeinâ this part of the video, heâll know exactly who just fucked his wife.â
Silence overtakes you, trying to register the meaning of his words as he slowly saunters out of your room.
âNice place by the way.â

author's note this is a reupload [and rewritten and made longer because my writing is always changing]. hope u enjoyed! i still love masked toji <3
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So I'm updating all jjk and Naruto lists of all fav fanfictions again . Please check it out!
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Also can you guys please suggest some really good 18+ JJK fanfictions? It will mean so much to me! đĽşđĽş
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day 29. incest
dad!GojoSatoru x daughter!reader
s. Your dad meets your new boyfriend for the first time
cw. soft!Gojo, incest, daddy kink, nipple play, cunnilingus, dry humping, creampie, handjob | wc: + 1.5 k
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Toji with lactation kink with his young wife
warnings/tags! lactation, pregnant sex, reader is female and pregnant, riding, toji drinks breast milk⌠LMAO
aniâs note: this ask just reawakened something in me that i forgot i liked lmfao. also!! my asks are open so send more if youâd like!!
âcâmon, donât be like that,â toji huffed as you began squirming away from his touch. he couldnât help himself when his saw how fat and round your breasts had become from carrying his child.
âtold you it feels weird when you do that,â you protested, grabbing hold of his forearm and stopping him from twisting your nipple. âif you donât stop, iâll get up right now.â
he knew you were only bluffing. since youâd gotten pregnant, your entire body became sensitive and starved just for him. there was no getting you off of his cock. he groaned softly, snatching his wrist away from your weak grip and instead, holding your hips. âjust wanna see it, baby. let me taste it once, âk? one time and iâll stop.â he slowly bounced you up and down, your pussy creaming around the base of his cock.
without even granting him permission, his hands were back on your tits, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipple in his search for your milk. his mouth began to suck, not even caring about your whines or how overstimulated you were. you continued to lift yourself up to the best of your ability, biting your lip hard as you felt him drag against your sensitive walls.
âso good, right?â he asked after pulling away for a second before going right back to it. your fingers curled in his raven locks as you chased your orgasm, the feeling of him twitching inside you and the sensation of his teeth grazing against your nipple sending you into a frenzy.
toji groaned as your milky tits finally gave into his demands, your liquid coating his tongue white. he continued to suck for a moment before pulling away and pressing those same lips against yours. he tilted his head, his tongue swiping your bottom lip, inviting you to taste yourself. it was almost sinful how good it was feeling.
âso sweet. so fucking sweet, baby,â he groaned after pulling away, leaning back in order to angle his thrusts deeper inside of you. this pushed you over the edge, causing your thighs to tremble as you came hard, coating his cock white. âgonna - fuck, gonna breed you all over again, yeah? is that okay?â he wasnât looking for permission. not really, at least.
toji pushed down hair out of his face as he pounded up into you, grunting and swearing until his balls tightened and he pumped you full again. the two of you were pressed against each other, panting. he kissed your neck and shoulder softly, looking down at your tits that were still oozing milk, serving as a reminder of what heâd done to your body. a reminder that you were his.
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Hey everyone, I've been searching for a toji x y/n fanfiction for a very very long time but cannot find it.
It's something about how y/n's husband owes money to toji (I think it was related to drugs/gambling), so Toji and his men come to Y/n's house and take whatever they find. During this, toji fucks y/n super hard and even tapes it for the husband too see.
Can someone please help me find it? đĽşđĽş
Edit : Thanks to @mrsfush1guro, I finally found it. It's called the intruder, here's the link
#toji x y/n#toji fushiguro#toji smut#toji x reader#jjk toji#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk smut
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Toji fics is what keeps me up at night
Dilf Toji fucks you nice and slow when youâre done putting Megumi down for bed. He wants to thank you for being so good to him and his son. As a single dad it gets hard so when you came into the picture offering your services it was hard to deny such a genuine offer. Youâre so good to Megumi, gentle, kind and patient. Toji canât help the growing bulge in his pants when he sees you being such a strong mother figure. He has to show you his gratitude. The best way he can do that is by having you in a mating press so he can fuck you nice and deep.Â
âYou like that?â his voice is a soft hum.Â
You feel dizzy. His cock feels so deep. Heâs stretching you out more than ever before. You call out his name in a soft whimper.
âYeah? Iâm right here doll don't worry Iâm not going anywhereâ he groans.
Tojiâs obsessed with the way you look taking his cock. Your hole looks so perfect clenching, barely able to fit all of him. You look so full, Toji canât help but imagine how full you would look with his cum drooling out of you. He has to see it. Heâs determined to fuck you full of his cum. His cock plunges in and out of you creating a pattern. Your moans fall past your lips making a tune Toji never wants to forget.Â
âThatâs it, good girl, say my nameâ you sound so pretty to him. âTell me who fucks you this good, say it , tell me no one can make you shake like this, no one can fill this pussy up the way i canâ
Heâs never felt himself lose control like this before. Thereâs something about you, something that leaves him desperate for more. He craves you, desires you every waking second. The way your lips part letting pleads and moans drip off your tongue has him losing his mind. He canât get enough of you. He knows he should be quiet but the way your cunt feels squeezing him so tight he thinks he just might lose his mind. âThat feel good baby? Yeah I knowâ he coos âIâm gonna fuck you so fullâ his pace is picking up speed.Â
His mind is practically blank thinking of how he wants to fill you to the brim with his cum. No thatâs not enough he needs to give you every last drop he has.Â
âYou need my cum donât youâ heâs desperate to hear you say it. Heâs practically begging to hear you asking for his cum. Tell him how much you want his babies. He can make you a mommy. Donât you want him to make you a mommy?
âOur baby is gonna be so beautifulâ he whispers. He isnât sure if you can hear him but he doesnât mind as long as youâre still losing your mind calling out his name.Â
âThatâs rightâ he growls âSay my name while I fuck a baby into youâ
His hand push your thighs further down so he can reach deeper. The way he drags his cock past you slick walls has you shaking. Your words come out slurred.Â
âItâs too bigâ you whine as he goes deeper
âNo no you can take it.â he bites he lips continuing his long deep strokes. He knows you can take it. Your eyes roll back when he begins grinding his hips into you. He knows heâs hit the spot heâs been searching for.Â
âThere she isâ he chuckles.Â
You can barely contain the moans now. Your body is shaking uncontrollably.Â
âPleaseâ you gasp âS-slow down, Iâm gonna make a messâ you cry.
Toji loves the sound of that. He thrust pick up speed, fucking into you even harder.Â
âThatâs it, just like that, make a mess on my cock.â
Heâs desperately chasing after his own orgasm. He wants to cum with you. His thrust are sloppy. Heâs moaning your name pleading for you to cum for him.Â
âCum-fuck Nowâ he demands.Â
You canât help the juices the splatter against his abs as he fucks his load into you. The two of you are a moaning mess. You ramble incoherent words paired with his name. His eyes are glued on the sticky mess between the two of you. The squelching sounds of his cock fucking his cum back in fill the room.Â
âWhat a pretty sight this is. I hope itâs a girlâ he moans âSheâll have your eyesâÂ
You can barely give him a reply to focused on the way his cock is still plunging in and out.Â
âItâs too muchâ you slur.
âNo baby itâs not enoughâ he groans âI gotta make sure this tummy is full of my cum. One more just one more okayâ
Toji has plans on fucking way more than just one more load into you. He has to fuck you full until heâs sure of it youâll be the one carrying Megumiâs little sister.
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Hey guys!!
So after a very long and stressful break, I'm back (couldn't be at the worst time given the events of jjk).
All the previous asks have been deleted as I couldn't really bring myself to respond to those.
I'll be opening requests soon again, so please look forward to it! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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