#memory-leak-in-flutter

[flutteragency]

This guide will teach you how to identify, prevent, and resolve memory leaks in Flutter applications with this easy-to-follow guide.

[beautysamour]

miguel accidentally overstimulating himself not realizing that his breeding kink kicked in 🤲🧎‍♀️

overstimulation with miguel o’hara ❤︎

— a/n: oh my

warnings ﾟ𐦍༘⋆: some vulgar language, mentions of having kids during sex

“Mi—Miguel,” you gasp out, wrapping your arms around his neck as he fucks you into the mattress, “‘s—‘s too much? Ah—are you oh—okay?”

You shudder in unison as he pumps another load of his cum into your drenched pussy.

“I’m fi—fine,” he stutters as his dick twitches. It hurts—he’s sensitive—but it’s not enough. He hasn’t given you enough.

A broken mewl escapes you as your head hits the headboard, Miguel tightens his grip around your waist to keep you from slipping off his cock as his hips stutter through his thrusts.

His visions blurs as you clench around his dick—he was surprised he was still able to move.

He chokes when your pussy flutters—the way you clamp down on his dick makes his body go slack and his eyes roll back.

You’re both covered in sweat, and cum, and saliva. You feel hot, the silk bedsheets Miguel bought does nothing to cool you down, and your head is spinning. Your heart pounds in your chest as your body tenses—you were about to cum again, and your pussy wanted to cry.

“Miguel,” you whimper, “‘m close, Miguel, ‘m close,” you whine. His dick deliciously rubs against your walls as he sticks his thumb into your mouth—your head hits the headboard.

“I know mami—me too.” Your head hits the headboard again, “Gotta fill you up again, don’t you want that? Gonna make you feel good, I promise mami, I promise.”

“Mig—“ he pushes his thumb down on your tongue.

“‘m gonna make you feel so good, mami,” he starts to babble, “Gonna feel so good.”

Somehow every movement he made was even more intense, you could feel every vein, every twitch, every—everything. He became more precise, every thrust ended with him hitting your g—spot, you were never sure if that was going to be the moment you came.

“Miguel—,” you babble, sucking his thumb. “‘m gonna cum, right there Miguel, I’m gonna—“

His thrusts became erratic, the feeling of your warm pussy engrains itself in his memory.

He’d definitely be going back to this memory.

“Wait for me mami, I’m almost there too,” he grabs one of your hands, bringing it close to his mouth, and he presses his lips against your wrist. “Gonna make you a mother, yeah?”

You bite his thumb.

He presses a hand against your stomach as the bed creaks, “Make me a father?”

His hips stutter as you moan around his thumb.

You avoid eye contact as he leans over you, the pure devotion in his eyes makes you feel tingles in your stomach—and make you feel even more of that in your pussy.

“Look at me when you come mami, pl—please. Need you too.”

You didn’t expect it to happen that quickly when you looked at him.

Miguel looks down at you with lust blown eyes, his hair drops down from his face, and his mouth hangs open—the hand holding your wrist shaking. He slowly thrusts into you as he came inside you—your own cum mixed with his leaking around his dick.

His chest goes up and down as he heavily breathes—fuck was he beautiful as always.

He dips his head pressing a quick sloppy kiss onto your lips, “You’re leaking.”

You laugh, “It’s your fault.”

You expect him to laugh, to take it as a joke and then pick you up to go take a relaxing bath and cuddle for the rest of night—but he doesn’t.

“Oh,” he purrs, “Well, I should fix my mistake, shouldn’t I?”

He drops your wrist and focuses on your left boob, he pinches your nipple—you moan softly.

You wince in unison when he starts to move his hips again, his free hand trailing down to your waist from your stomach, “Ha—have to make sure none of my cum goes to waste, right mami? Can’t risk you not getting pregnant.”

Tears weld in his eyes, your pussy hurts as you pulse around him. He lets out a weak breath, “You want me to cum in you again, right?”

Your head hits the headboard once more as he thrusts get stronger.

It hurts, you’re too sensitive, and you’re positive he is too—yet he’s right. You do want that, you want him.

With a broken, hoarse voice, you say “Yes.”

[arpicityandneed]

My Turn

18+ f!reader. best friends steve and bucky. dirty talk. bisexual steve. bisexual bucky.

~

"Tell me again where you want it baby." Your new husband had you in his lap thumbing your clit while you rode him. Your thighs were shaking but you were desperate, tears of frustration on your pretty lashes as you balanced yourself with both hands on his shoulders.

"Inside, Stevie, please?" His hands were roaming over your body possessively, gripping the fat of your ass and thrusting his soaked cock up into you with every down stroke of yours.

"Don't make the sweet thing cry Stevie." Bucky groans as he palms himself through his slacks, waiting his turn for once in honor of your wedding night. Usually he and Steve would've flipped a coin or fought for who got to bully their way inside your pussy first.

"I'm not gonna Buck, she's just so pretty when she begs. My wife." Steve's baby blues were dancing with mischief as Bucky cursed.

"You met her first by accident, Rogers. I'm older-" Bucky started growling the same damn argument they'd been having since they decided they wanted a baby and therefore a wedding. (They were too old fashioned for anything else.)

"Boys, can we argue later?" You cut in breathlessly, and Steves arm wrapped around your waist. Your only warning before he took over- fucking you up and down his shaft like a rag doll as he groaned,

"Alright baby. I gotta do right by my Mrs don't I?" With the smuggest grin you'd ever seen his balls twitched, and spurt after spurt of cum filled you fluttering walls.

"Goddamnit, Stevie." You would've comforted your other boyfriend if you could focus. But Steve's thumb was rubbing your clit as you seized up, coming hard and milking his cock for all he had to give.

You collapsed against his chest.

"You gonna be good for Bucky baby? You got one more in you?" Steve murmured gently as he rocked you on his softening shaft, his cum leaking out of you and drenching his balls in your combined juices.

"Mhm. Want him inside too." You smiled as you kissed him, soft and sweet like you had several hours earlier in front of all your friends and family.

"My turn." You hadn't heard him move but you weren't surprised when you were lifted and bent over the massive bed, Bucky was hardly a patient man once he had the green light.

"Fuck sweetheart, you're dripping." Bucky's voice was hoarse. But Steve, who was laying down close enough for you to tongue at his soft cock, just snorted.

"Don't complain like you don't love it, jerk." Steve guided his shaft into your mouth and murmured softly, "Clean me up baby."

"'M not complaining punk, it's a compliment." You moaned around Steve as Bucky took one good lick of your stuffed pussy before straightening and dragging his cock head through the mess. "Your cum tastes better inside her by the way."

"Shut up, you love my cum anyway you can get it, Barnes."

"Maybe." One smooth thrust and you were full once more, and Bucky goes from teasing his boyfriend to cursing how good you feel. "I gotta say doll. You're kind of a slut."

"B-Bucky!" Your scolding would be more effective if your pussy didn't clench around him from his words and the memories flooding you brain of watching Bucky swallow down Steves cock.

"Greedy fucking pussy-" His moans were loud, shameless. "Back me up here Stevie."

"He's not wrong sweetie. Youre an absolute slut for us. But just us, yeah?" Steve sounds proud. Proud that on his wedding night his wife is being tag teamed by him and his best friend.

Fuck.

You were going to cum, hard and Bucky- the smug bastard- wasn't going to let it happen quietly.

"Someone likes being reminded how needy her pussy is. Clenching down so hard on me doll." Bucky fucked different than Steve. Harder, filthier. His hands were dragging you back onto his fat cock until the audible slap of his hips against your ass echoed around the room. He was getting close you could tell. His heavy balls were slapping against your clit, aching to add to the cum already slicking him inside you. "Should've waited till after the honeymoon to let me fuck her Steve."

His hand snaked around to find your clit and with quick tight circles over your swollen nub you came apart with a cry.

"Yeah, Buck? And why's that.." Steves eyes were narrowed like he was annoyed at being told what to do, but you knew the truth. His cock was growing hard in your mouth again. Bucky thrusted hard inside you before he started to unload, grinding into you as if to make sure his seed took first.

"Cause now we're never gonna know who knocked her up first till the baby's born."

[noredemptionhere]

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 𖤝 𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴!𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙺𝙰 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼!𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

tags: modern setting, fluff, too much fluff.

𖤝| sevika won’t let you leave angry. not the room, not the house, not even her side. if you try, she just blocks the door with her body, calm, unmoving. “we’re not done,” she says, but there’s no threat in it. just finality. she doesn’t shout. she doesn’t argue. she waits you out like a storm, and you always break first.

𖤝| the first time you went full cuteness aggression and pinned her down kissing her face like an attack, she let you. quietly. didn’t say a word. but when you stopped she flipped you. suddenly she’s the one kissing you over and over like she snapped. teeth grazing your lip. eyes half lidded. voice low “no tapping out now.”

𖤝| sevika has exactly one hoodie she lets you steal. you wore it once and she never took it back because she saw how soft you looked in it and it made her weak. now, when you’re in it, she stares a little too long. if you try to give it back, she just grunts and walks away. you’re never giving it back.

𖤝| you keep climbing her in quiet moments. sitting on her lap while she’s reading. hugging her from behind when she’s washing something. she acts unbothered, but at a certain point, she just slams the book down, hauls you over her shoulder, and says “you want attention? you got it.” and disappears into the bedroom with you over her shoulder.

𖤝| she’s careful with her strength around you. too careful. like she’s scared of cracking you open. she opens jars before you even reach for them. carries things before you even ask. when you say you can do it yourself, she nods.. but doesn’t move. just stands there, watching. waiting. and eventually, you let her.

𖤝| you kiss her bicep every time she flexes. doesn’t matter if it’s on purpose or not. she lifts a box? kiss. stretches her arms? kiss. scratches her head? “wow, so pretty.” another kiss. she pretends to act casual about it. secretly flexes more.

𖤝| sevika never tells you when she’s angry at someone else. but you notice the way she tightens her grip when she brushes your hair that night. how the strokes lose rhythm. how her breathing changes. she’s careful not to take it out on you, but it leaks through anyway. and you learn to ask less questions on those nights. to be still. to give her space.

𖤝| she has the nerve to look this good when she sleeps. shirt riding up, one arm behind her head, mouth slightly open. so of course, you crawl on top of her at 3am, kiss her ten times in a row, then whisper “you’re killing me.” she stirs. half opens one eye. “good.”

𖤝| sevika doesn’t like when you dream of other people. not lovers—anyone. when you wake up and tell her you saw your mother, your old friend, a teacher from childhood.. her gaze sharpens. she asks what they said. how they made you feel. and the next night, she holds you tighter. harder. like she’s trying to squeeze the memory out of you before it sticks.

𖤝| sevika never tells you she’s angry. she just stops touching you. not cruelly, not obviously—she’s still there, still present, still herself—but her hands don’t find you in passing. she doesn’t tuck your hair behind your ear, doesn’t brush crumbs off your chin. you feel it immediately. the absence. and it hurts more than yelling ever could.

𖤝| sevika keeps your baby picture in her wallet. you didn’t give it to her. she found it somewhere.. old, worn, tucked into a book you forgot. she didn’t ask. just slipped it into the fold behind her mints. now it’s always with her. when you noticed it, it made your heart flutter.

𖤝| she now accepts that she is your personal body pillow. you spoon her. you lie across her. you lie on top of her. she’ll just be flipping through the pages of her book while you’re starfished across her torso. sometimes she lifts your arm so she can read under it.

𖤝| you’re constantly climbing on her lap, even mid-conversation. she’ll be talking to you about something or someone and you just quietly sit in her lap like a cat. she doesn’t stop talking. doesn’t react. just rests a hand on your thigh like this is perfectly normal.

𖤝| she tries to act unaffected when you smother her with kisses. you kiss her cheek fourteen times in a row and she just blinks like nothing’s happening. but the second you stop? “that’s it?” she doesn’t even look at you when she says it. you kiss her fourteen more times.

𖤝| one day, you try to be normal. no biting. no climbing. just sitting beside her, hands folded, behaving. after ten minutes she grabs your wrist, pulls you into her lap, almost mad. “what’s wrong with you.” you say “i’m giving you a break.” she deadass looks offended. “i don’t want a fucking break.”

𖤝| sevika pretends she’s bothered when you hang off her like a backpack but her hands always find your thighs to hold you in place. you’re clinging to her back like “hi :)” while she’s trying to cook, and she just sighs and shakes her head, but always kisses you at the end of it.

𖤝| she can tell when you’re needy just by the way your toes curl while you stand in the kitchen, your long nightgown brushing the floor, sleeves too big, your fingers twisting in the fabric. you don’t say anything. you never do. you just look at her with those glossy eyes, lips parted, thighs pressed tight. and she’s on you in seconds. lifts you onto the counter and says, “c’mere, crybaby.“

𖤝| you cling when you’re upset, too, and she knows exactly what to do. no questions. just picks you up, sets you on the couch, pulls you into her chest. one hand rubbing your back, the other cradling your head. “i’ve got you,” she says, and you believe her. because when she says that, the whole world goes quiet, and your heart goes lighter for a moment.

𖤝| you say “babe” fifty times an hour and she answers every single time. sometimes with a grunt, sometimes with a flat “what now,” sometimes with a gentle “yes, sweetheart?” and sometimes, she just pulls you into her lap without answering at all because she knows you don’t really need anything. you just wanted her attention.

𖤝| she always tries to carry all the groceries herself. no matter how many. no matter how heavy. you offer to help, and she goes, “i got it.” ten seconds later she’s grunting under seventeen bags like a mule, refusing to make two trips. “don’t look at me,” she huffs.

𖤝| she takes the “eat the last bite of my food” thing as a personal challenge. you’ll leave one bite of cake on your plate, go to the bathroom, and come back to find her chewing suspiciously. “where’s the cake?” you ask. she shrugs. “gravity.”

𖤝| you’ve convinced her to watch trashy reality shows. she says she hates them. she complains the whole time. but if you talk over the drama for even a second, she pauses it like a schoolteacher and goes, “you’re gonna miss the good part.”

𖤝| one time, sevika came home after a long, brutal day.. she comes home late. later than usual. her back hurts, her shoulder’s stiff, and the joints in her prosthetic are clicking in that way that makes her feel ancient. her keys jangle, and she’s already halfway through a groan. except you happened-

standing dead center in the living room.

in your nightgown.

past your ankles.

sleeves draped over your hands like some sad little heirloom doll.

eyes puffy. hair wild. lips trembling.

you look like a haunted Victorian ghost who just crawled out of the floorboards.

sevika freezes.

and you say it.

you say it like you’ve been waiting centuries:

“are you cheating on me?”

she blinks. keys still dangling from her fingers.

“…the fuck?”

you take a step closer. the nightgown rustles. it sounds like a threat.

“you didn’t answer my texts,” you say, almost breathless. “or my other texts. and then you liked that girl’s picture.”

sevika just squints at you. “what girl?”

you shrug. desperate and grieved. “she had a neck.”

there’s a pause. a long one.

“…everyone has a neck.” her voice is so flat.. like she just woke up or something.

you blink. like that genuinely never occurred to you.

then your lip wobbles again like you might cry or perform a dark spell.

sevika sighs. long. slow. the tired kind that comes from a full day of chaos only to come home to.. more chaos. nightgown-wearing chaos. she lets the keys hit the floor with a dull clink and walks toward you.

“baby,” she mutters, eyes soft now. “you think i’m cheating on the girl who looks like a kicked bunny and accuses strangers of having necks?”

you blink again. then whisper, defiant

“…maybe.”

there’s a twitch at her lip. like she’s trying not to smile. like she wants to laugh and cry and throw you over her shoulder all at once.

“you want me to prove it?”

you nod. sniffly. bravely.

she just scoops you up.

no warning. no argument.

one arm under your knees, the other around your back. lifts you like it’s easy. like you’re made of clouds and dramatics.

you squeak—actually squeak—like a startled kitten.

“what are you doing?!”

“proving it.” she says it like it’s obvious. like it’s the only rational response to your witch trial.

you clutch at her jacket, all nightgown and flailing sleeves and messy hair. she carries you to the couch and sits with you in her lap like she’s bracing for war and your love is the weighted blanket holding her together.

her hand is splayed across your back, fingers warm through the fabric. the other supports your thighs. her face presses against your temple.

“mmhmm,” she mutters, low and sarcastic. “cheating on you. that’s why i’m holding my delusional little marshmallow like this.”

you pout. whine. nuzzle into her collar. “i’m not delusional.”

“baby,” she sighs, brushing your hair back and kissing your cheek. “you accused a stranger of having a neck.”

you glare up at her. absolutely betrayed. “and you liked it.”

sevika just looks at you. quiet. soft. half exhausted and half in love with whatever ridiculous gremlin fate bound her to. Her mouth twitches again. she leans down.

one kiss to your forehead. another to your nose.

then a longer, lingering kiss to your lips. she pulls back just a little. “next time you get dramatic,” she whispers, voice husky, “at least wait until I’m not about to drop dead.”

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 12 — COCKWARMING

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — scaramouche, xiao, kinich, kazuha

— warnings. — fem! reader, cockwarming, pussy drunk genshin boys, established relationship, dirty talk

⚝ SCARAMOUCHE

you're so stuffed full it hurts, the blunt heaviness of scaramouche pressing mercilessly against your deepest point, first feeling like a gentle sharpness seeping into your cunt, bit by bit— alas now, brutally expanding into a thick dagger that teared through you, making your stomach flutter and your legs kick weakly around his waist.

the wreckage between your bodies was sickening, disgustingly filthy, yeah? with the sheets soaked, your thighs sticky and spent, every sinful sound echoing the endless hours he'd spent splitting you open, filling you past the point of reason, his cum leaking from your overstretched hole, smearing wet and hot across your thighs and down to soak into the dampened sheets.

now, scaramouche suddenly doesn't let up and you're wondering if he's spent his entire energy already, yet he stops thrusting out of you completely and doesn't let you move either, instead, he just holds you there, wraps his arms around your frail body which was still impaled so deep you swear you could feel the furious throb of his cock even in your lungs.

scaramouche presses his mouth to your ear, panting ragged and uneven, a broken little laugh clawing free— high and breathless as you knew it, almost delirious with how good you felt squeezing around him, "can i stay like this, please? you're so perfect, so perfect around me, i could stay like this forever— fuck, watch you fall apart without even fucking moving," as your body clenches down, taking him, another hot gnaw of your walls gushing around him turning the man on fire as scaramouche shudders like he's about to lose what little sanity he has left.

⚝ XIAO

you can feel it— the stretch of xiao grinding himself inside you, the crushing pressure too, fuck, the way he's buried to the hilt of your cunt right now, so violently heavy it felt like he's splitting you open at the seams, surely wanting you to properly go through his girth and memories its entire shape.

you can feel every fevered twitches of him too, the way his cock thickens inside your spasming walls and the veins on his length hardening, deepening into your swollen walls until they painfully scratch you, although forever locked in place by the desperate squeeze of your body.

xiao's breath stutters against your shoulder, his sharp teeth scraping your skin as he's too far gone to be gentle with you anymore, your slick dripping between your bodies, pooling a filthy mixture under you both as every time you even attempt to breathe, your hips flinch upwards, sparking another molten jolt of overstimulation that made your toes curl and your gut tighten painfully.

"i can't—" xiao chokes out, voice breaking, but he doesn't move, cannot move, you hear him? the man just stays buried in you, shaking when you play with the hair sticking to his forehead as your warm pussy begins to milk him in slow, unbearable pulses that made both of your heads spin endlessly.

⚝ KINICH

kinich's too big, yeah, that's it, and frankly? it's a miracle how you even took him at all, your whole pussy burning from the stretch as he bullies inch after inch into you— to well, yeah he fit everything inside your cunt of course, there was nothing that the man sought more after other than relishing in the wetness of your constricting flesh moulding to his warmth.

you're overflowing of pressure and your back arches at the mindless spasms of his cock, every lazy throb of his thickness inside you and even worse? whenever kinich slightly repositioned his hips, he'd indirectly grind into your sweet spot deeper, branding you from the inside out.

kinich's breath hitches, his mouth trailing messily down your jaw as he whispers broken, worshipful nonsense against your fevered skin as his cum spills out of you with every tiny shift of your hips, thick and hot and endless— yet he only moans lowly into your neck, cradling your hips to his like he's afraid you'll pull away.

your stomach feels heavy from all of it— thick and weighted with his cock bulging in you as if somebody would continuously press down on your lower stomach in order to have you so very stuffed, on the verge of cumming.

your thighs jerk and seize around his narrow waist, his pelvis muscle tensed so tight it's like your body was trying to trap him and keep him forever, or, hm devour him whole perhaps?

every flutter of your overstimulated walls pulsed a broken sound out of your boyfriend, "stay, baby, stay—" kinich gasps against your mouth with a voice so raw it broke apart, forehead crushed to yours like he's drowning, like if he lets go of you for even a second, he'll be ripped out of you and lost forever, "please, i can't— i can't be anywhere else but inside you, don't make me leave."

⚝ KAZUHA

who could've imagined you'd be left gasping like this, half-choked and frail, twisted up in the brutal shape kazuha had folded you into— with your breath snagging, lungs burning, every heartbeat a dizzy pulse between your legs where he refused to let up, refused to let you go.

you can't think, it's impossible— not when he's seated so deep it felt like he's branded something inside your walls, a black hole carved inside your stomach that only aches for him, the blunt head of his cock catching again and again against your fragile, delicate place that left you flinching and gasping for more, truly lost to the slow, helpless spasms of your own body losing control.

your thighs quivered violently, wasted of his movements, clutching around his waist in a desperate, mindless bid to keep him buried inside— to keep things brutal too, the searing stretch of his cock pressing against your sore, slippery walls which were addicted to how he felt.

every breath hitched on the throbbing swell, on the way your body reacted around the thick, unrelenting weight still seated deep inside your pussy— with every twitch and turn, hot, viscous drips of cum ooze from your hole which only made you clench harder, wanting to be full forever, like your body could mold itself around him only if you begged hard enough.

kazuha's hands tremble where they cradle your face, like he's terrified he'll shatter you if he moves as his forehead presses to yours now, breath broken and stuttering, "you feel so good, it hurts," he whispers against the shell of your ear, as if confessing a dirty secret.

his hips continue to twitch helplessly yet he does not pull out, enjoying the warm tightness of your pussy, yet another wet spill floods into you when you realize he's cum again, your hole milking him hard in response as kazuha groans out your name through a husky tune, like your body alone could tear the soul right out of him.

©2025 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

[strawbeerossi]

Sleepless Nights

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Spencer is awake late at night while you're peacefully asleep. That's when he's reminded about a few little agreements you've had.

Content/Warnings: Course language, brief masturbation (m), consensual somnophilia, fingering (f rec), unprotected sex, creampie.

Word Count: 1.3K

Kinktober Day Seventeen: Somnophilia

Navigation || Kinktober Masterlist || AO3

Spencer spent his time at work more often than not, which you understood how important his job was to him. You’d known the inside and out of the job and all the darkness hidden within it, so you always gave an overwhelming amount of love and support. There was a lot of patience and trust placed within one another, your husband knowing that you were always going to be there for him and that he should show he would always be there for you as well. You never expected anything big out of him after cases, just willing to hold him and let him cry into your shoulder if the cases were overwhelming for him. 

It had been three days since Spencer was home from one of his cases, the both of you laying in bed alongside one another as the both of you were looking forward to a good night's sleep. Spencer wasn’t getting much of it though, his head against his pillow while your soft breaths from peaceful sleep filled the room. With an arm behind his head, the male sighed in frustration. Insomnia hit him hard on nights like this one, when you fell asleep first and couldn’t exactly hold him due to you being dead to the world. 

He had contemplated reading, however he knew the light would wake you up and irritate you. He definitely didn’t need a cranky version of you being angry at him for the remainder of the night and even the next day. So, he reverted back to his usual ways of making himself tired. His hands were slowly pulling his half-hard cock out of his boxers as he let his eyes flutter shut. Thankfully for eidetic memory, he could practically watch any past sexual encounter with you in his head like a dirty movie. Right now, he had a specific night in mind. 

You’d been desperate and he was asleep, due to a previous talk of boundaries and consent for certain actions, you decided to try something new. He could remember his eyes slowly blinking open and being met with your face twisted with ecstasy, hands resting against his chest as your desperate and leaking cunt was embracing his cock while your hips were feverishly rutting against his. It showed how much you needed him, even getting to the point where you fucked him as he slept just to not disturb his sleep.

Just the mere thought of your tits in clear view of his gaze had Spencer letting out a low groan. He was fully erect now, his hand fisting at his cock as he let his mind continue replaying the same moments that so graciously flooded his brain. He’d continued with his movements before glancing over at you, the moonlight seeping in from the drapes shining against your sleeping silhouette. It gave him an idea, one that sent another rush of blood to his cock as he was slowing his movements with his hand. Gently tugging the duvet and sheets back, he was looking over your body.

You were wearing a silk lilac nightgown, one of his favorites. It was like you did this on purpose, as if you knew your husband would have an insomnia spell. With his hand coming up to his mouth, he was popping two of his fingers into his mouth as he was scooting towards you more. His free hand was sliding under the tempting nightgown, his hand slowly tugging down your panties as he kept his gaze on you. He wanted to see how long he could drag this out without waking you. After getting the cloth barrier out of his way, Spencer was using one of the slick fingers to slowly push into your cunt. The touch had your sleeping form let out a breath, the long digit being welcomed as your walls were squeezing around it. 

He slowly thrusted his finger, a soft groan leaving his lips as you were responding well, probably having your dream taking a sharp turn as he was fucking you with his pointer finger. Your arousal was starting to coat his finger, the male smirking as he gently pushed in a second finger, a moan now falling out of your lips as you were shifting in place. The way your sleeping face twisted in ecstasy had your husband grinning as he pressed a few kisses along your shoulder. As his fingertips were brushing against the spongy button deep inside of you,your body was reacting accordingly as your thighs clenched around his hand, still assuming this was a dream as you were rocking your hips against his fingers. 

“Poor desperate girl..” Spencer whispered while continuing to prod your needy cunt with the two long digits. Whenever he’d had enough waiting though, he’d carefully pulled his fingers out of your hole before bringing them up to his lips to clean your essence off of them.

There were desperate whines escaping your lips at the feeling of emptiness, your hips attempting to rock back. “Shh, I know.” Spencer murmured in your ear, one hand gently lifting one of your legs, his free hand helping adjust his cock at your leaking hole that was clenching around nothing. As the thick tip of his throbbing cock was slowly pushing into your warmth, you were letting out a breathy moan in your sleeping state, hand instinctively reaching back to grip at the back of your husband’s head as you were both still in the spooning position. 

As your pussy swallowed his cock whole, he was letting his lips press a few kisses against your neck as he was slowly letting his hips rut into yours. Now it only took a few good strokes before you were blinking awake, hand lightly pulling at the curls that you had a handful of. “Good morning to you too.” You whispered, drowsiness in your voice as you were moving to rock your hips back against his.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He murmured against your skin, hand moving to squeeze your hip. “Was jerking off and then i remembered that your sweet pussy would be waiting for me.” He lightly bit down on the flesh of your neck that made a moan fall from your parted lips. “Mm, I’m not complaining. I love being stuffed with your cock.” The filthy words leaving your lips had your husband groaning, head lifting. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He spoke through pants and whines, his thrusts speeding up as his hand was wrapping around your body, large hand taking one of your tits into his hand before giving a rough squeeze. 

As the rhythmic sound of your skin smacking against one another filled the room along with your combined sounds of pleasure, it hadn’t been long until you could feel Spencer’s hand trail between your legs, finger finding your clit with ease as he massaged the desperate bud. He was close and you were too.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You spoke through moans, his hips thrusting snapping harder into yours as he nodded. “M-me too.” He’d stated the obvious, working to bring you to orgasm first. The feeling of your walls tightly clenching around him was enough to make his cock twitch inside of you before painting your inner walls with ribbons of his cum, hips slowly coming to a stop. 

After he was pulling out of you, he couldn’t help but lift the sheets to look at your cunt, which had been stuffed with his cum to the point where it was leaking down your thighs. “We should get you cleaned up. Plus you have to pee.” He panted, moving to rub your hip while tugging back the sheets for you to get up. “I’m going to take a shower, care to join me?” You’d asked, legs wobbling slightly as you stood from your shared bed. 

You didn’t have to ask him twice, the male sliding out of bed before he was heading over to pick you up with a smile. “Not too long though,” He began, a yawn now falling from his lips.

“I’m ready to pass out.”

[trampleddoves]

Would you be willing to write a consensual somnophilia blurb with Spencer receiving? Maybe Reader taking advantage of his morning wood? 🫣

Loved the last one you wrote!

s.r. blurb 13

contents: gn!reader, consensual somnophilia (Spencer’s version), male receiving oral, MDNI

You think it’s a little unfair that your boyfriend, on top of being a genius, a decorated academic, and a successful FBI agent, also happens to be one of the prettiest human beings to ever grace the face of the earth.

You think it’s a little crazy that he’s yours. Unsure of what you did in your past life and this one to deserve him, all you know is you’re crazy about him and he’s crazy about you. 

Case in point, right now. Tucked to his chest even in his sleep, you stir in his arms as the room gets a little too warm. Courtesy of his arms and the thick blanket draped over you. So you shift, gently untangle your legs from his spindly ones, and feel the unmistakable press of his bulge against your ass. Two am and he has an erection, all for you.

You turn, gazing at his face, shadowy angles and stressed lines all erased in this relaxed state. Your fingers trail over his jaw carefully, phantom touches he mistakes for a dream, nose twitching in surprise. He presses closer to you as a soft, nearly imperceptible whimper leaves his pretty lips.

So very needy, even in his sleep. 

He’s crazy about you, you’re sure of it.

Fortunately, you’re just as crazy for him. Enough to agree to this—having complete access to his body—because, really, on what earth would you say no to that? 

So when your stressed out, genius boyfriend is having erections in the middle of the night, you help him out. Palm him through his pajamas, fingers intently working him until you feel his breath hitch against your neck. 

At that, you wiggle out of his grasp, slowly, afraid to wake him. He needs his rest, after all, although seeing his pretty eyes while you take care of his needs is always an extra treat. But not tonight. So, with great regret, you leave his embrace and roll him so he’s on his back. Curls tousled over his forehead, the planes of his face striking, looking, for all your uninformed mind, like a statue carved by a sculptor he’d told you about some time ago. You’re too sleepy, too horny to recall who.

It doesn’t matter. Right now, what’s important is the red cock that’s begging for your attention when you roll down his pajamas. Taking it gently in your hand, you swipe your thumb over the leaking tip, circling it over and over as you watch his hands subconsciously clenching at the sheets. 

Still watching him, you lick a slow stripe up the underside of his shaft, before wrapping your lips over the head. When you begin sucking, Spencer’s eyes flutter open, dreamy and unfocused.

“A-angel?”

You hum around his length as an answer, sending vibrations that lick at his limbs with pleasure. He groans, fighting the pull of sleep to continue watching the way your lips wrap around his length and your eyes glinting in the dimness of your shared bedroom. 

It’ll be seared in his memory, you’ll be seared in his memory, this contradiction. 

His angel with the most sinful mouth, taking his cock all the way down your tight throat. It’s easy to make him come undone in this half asleep state, where everything is at once fuzzy and heightened, dreams and reality blurring to a single point—the warmth of your mouth around him. 

In the morning, he’s unsure if last night had been a simple conjuration of his mind, but then you’ll kiss him good morning, whisper, “My pretty baby.” into his lips, and he swears there’s a lingering taste of his spend on your tongue.

[lily-bisque]

your ex boyfriend is not over you ! wc: 7.5k (repost)

“fuck,” satoru groaned through quivering lips, eyes fluttering his wispy, snowy lashes and threatening to shut. he’s perched over his desk, vision growing fuzzy and trying to make out the image resting idly on this desk.

it’s you. or your thighs, more like it.

his hand is wrenching his shaft, a slow up and down movement he wishes was your cunt, fluttering around him. there was no way in hell he could possibly mimic the feel of your gummy, warm walls that had always managed to threatened to milk him of every. last. drop.

but you’d broken up with him. and it’d been months since he’d last spoken to you, save for the occasional glances towards each other in the halls that would leave the of you flushed and fidgety and his heart aching.

he remembers when you'd snapped this photo, on a date where he couldn’t keep his eyes off your bare and plush thighs below the hem of your skirt, resting in his passenger seat. “a photo’d last longer,” you teased, then grabbed his camera and did the work for him.

he knows he should’ve deleted this, out of respect for you. but he couldn’t do it. erasing any memories of your time spent together—it was impossible for him.

so now all he could do was jerk himself off, biting his lip and gripping the armrest of his chair in his dorm room after attempting to study and giving in to the constant twitching of his dick every time he thought of you. even if it was mid-day and anyone walking in the halls outside his dorm could hear him. fractured moans of your names would echo off his walls as he pictured your tongue slipping over his bottom lip before he’d push his own pink and warm muscle into your mouth.

he felt like some twisted pervert, a peeping tom at your intimate image, utterly obsessed with his ex-girlfriend in degenerate ways.

but, the taste—your taste… it was unforgettable.

the sound of your voice as you pleaded for him to go faster, go harder, or even when simple whimpers were all you could muster as he pounded into you.

the mere thought had pre leaking from his slit and rolling down the veins of his pink length. his grip tightened, slender fingers and veiny hand squeezing for that sweet relief.

tossing his head back onto the headrest, he imagined trailing his fingers down the skin of your waist, gripping it and plowing down into you. your small fingers would make their way onto his shoulders, his back, his forearms to mark him and claw for any sense of mercy from his ruthless pace.

he knew you loved it, though.

he could hear you calling out his name as that familiar coil tightened in his gut, spinning and spinning—

“yes, baby… ngh, m-my girl i’m fuck i-i’m so sorry…” he whimpered out, pure lust rolling off his tongue.

“...satoru-“

his eyes flipped open and he could feel his heart skip a couple of beats. that voice… it wasn’t in his head.

with slow deliberation, gojo turned his head to the doorway.

and there you stood. hand on the doorknob to his door, still wearing your uniform, a few bundles of paper and books in your other hand and your jaw slacked.

but your eyes weren’t on his, or the violating display and mess in his lap. no, it was on his desk.

pretty and innocent orbs bearing onto the printed out image of your thighs on his table, along with a few ropes of his seed from his previous rounds that day.

your breath quickened and he could see the way your mouth trembled to say something, anything. that was when your eyes welled up and gojo felt his heart drop. ripping your gaze from his desk, you walked the books to his bed and turned back to his doorway.

with your back turned to him, you murmured, “professor w-wanted me to drop these off since you uh, missed lecture for your meet.” gojo had been busy with his two out-of-city tournaments, debate and basketball, this past week and was only now catching up.

before he could respond, you stepped out of the room, a small sob leaving your lips, and shutting the door behind you.

gojo felt a lump rise in his throat, and swallowed hard. shame and embarrassment washed over him, along with regret for making you see that. you must hate him now, which was all he could think.

he needed to fix this.

scrambling to shove his cock back into his sweats, he hurried to the bathroom to wash his hands and threw the door open, practically running out of the dorm room and down the hall, frantically searching for you before you could disappear.

he spotted your retreating figure near the stairwell door, before you walked inside, forearms wiping at your face.

following suit, he ran in and called your name at the top of the steps, panting slightly.

you turned your head, looking up at gojo with wet eyes. his grip on the knob tightened, his knuckles nearly turning white.

with your heart rate thrumming in your ears, you found yourself frozen as he neared you, walking down the steps until he stood on the one right above yours and towered over you.

his fresh scent wafted into your nose, a smell you’d missed dearly that made your nose twitch. when you had broken up with him, you didn’t give him any explanation as to why. just simply stating that you had lost feelings and wanted to focus on school.

of course, anyone who knew satoru gojo knew that he wouldn’t let it end there. he had pleaded and begged and bothered you for weeks until you flat out told him that you were disgusted by it all. it wasn’t true, not one bit. every inch of you craved him, wanted—no, needed to be with him.

but after the secret meeting with his parents, they had made it very clear what kind of future they wanted for their son. not one with a girl who had no societal standing, a mere student at his university. he was promised to the daughter of another major corporation and for a merger to occur, the sole heir of gojo group, he must marry their daughter.

gojo had fought it with his parents, day in and day out, and one day they just gave up. he told you that there was a possibility that he was free to avoid this arranged marriage. until his parents practically threatened to make both your life and gojos life, a living hell. they said they would make the two of you hate each other.

so you stepped away. you let yourself distance from him, pushing yourself to believe that this was for the better and he would be happier in that arranged marriage. allowing gojo to think you wanted nothing to do with him.

but as he neared you now, you were scared he could see the small ways your body betrayed you—your hand twitching to touch him, your pupils dilated, goosebumps prickling your skin and your mouth parting just slightly, enough for him to hear your soft breathing.

he sounded out your name, his eyes darting between your left and right one’s. “i’m so sorry you had to… i’m sorry. jesus, i didn’t mean for you to see that,” he breathed out, fingers twitching to come to your side and gently caress you.

when you had walked into his room, the sweet sound of his moans filled your ears and the display before you had a familiar feeling pooling in your gut. he was an idiot—he hadn’t even noticed that he had left his door unlocked, which you had twisted open after a few unanswered knocks, nor did he notice you standing there and of course he was too stuck in his fantasies to hear you calling out his name a couple of times.

but when your eyes landed on his desk and the name trickling from his plush, cherry and wet lips—your heart nearly stopped. that picture… you remember taking it. and here he was, pleasuring himself to the thought of you. touching himself in some fantasy and imagining doing god knows what to you.

you’d never seen him like this. this distraught and frantic, milky strands of his locks sticking to his forehead and adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. he looked carnal, primal. the grunts that left his mouth rippled immense pleasure over your body and you relished in it. you missed it.

and then that familiar wave of guilt washed over you. you had broken his heart and left him to pick up the pieces. it was obvious he still felt for you after all these months of you avoiding him.

calling out his name to announce your presence, you weren’t expecting the familiar feeling to be bitter on your tongue, making your gut twist. you had no right to intrude like this, eyes welling up in an undeserved longing.

he looked flustered and you set the books you had forgotten you were holding onto his bed before hurrying out.

the tears came faster than you expected, feeling as if your heart was beating too loudly in your ears and you held back your sobs.

yet, he followed you out into the stairwell. why? was he upset that you had intruded so rudely? or maybe he had something to say to you after all this time—pent up anger and frustration to release onto you.

but no. right now, his face searched yours in what looked to be worry, concern painting his expression and he even lettered an apology?

“n-no,” you mumbled and you saw the way he flinched, hearing your voice again. “i shouldn’t have just walked in… ‘m sorry.”

he turned away from you, wrapping his hand over his nape and sighing. “didn’t mean to make you cry. i honestly didn’t think i’d get to talk to you again… i wish it’d been on,” he coughs and scratched his head, “better circumstances.”

you looked up to meet his gaze and saw a gentle, familiar smirk creeping upon his lip. he found this funny? you couldn’t help but mimic his expression, a soft chuckle leaving your lips.

at the time, you had no idea how much hearing your laughter healed him.

“maybe better circumstances could’ve been you finishing,” you teased, feeling your cheeks flush at the dirty comment.

his brow arched and he slid his hands into his pockets, head tilting and studying your expression. “you don’t mind that i… get off to you?”

the heat that pooled in your cheeks only got warmer, hearing his low voice make such a lewd comment. “n-no, not at all. i really don’t mind. i didn’t even know you still had any pictures of mine,” you rambled, lowering your gaze to your fidgeting fingers.

“like hell if i’d delete anything of yours.”

your head snapped back up to meet his gaze, his eyelids low as he watched you. what the hell does that mean?

“you didn’t?”

“i meant everything i had told you back then. that you were my one and only. even if you don’t want me…” he trailed off, lifting a hand to your face and your breathing stopped. using those slender fingers of his, he curled a strand behind your ear and you leaned into the touch, a whimper nearly leaving your throat at the action. “i’ll only ever want you.”

every nerve in your body was on fire, feeling your knees nearly buckle at the touch of his you so dearly missed.

“please,” you pleaded out breathlessly, eyes shutting as you nuzzled your cheek into his hand. tears welled in your eyes as your fists clamped shut, your entire body now remembering its resolve. “forget about me.”

“no. i don’t know where i went wrong, my love. fuck. i’ll die before i do that. i just need to fix whatever i did and then you’ll want me again… i’ll figure it out.”

how did he look so handsome when he sounded so toxic? so needy.

moving your cheek from his hand, you turned away and bit your lip so hard you nearly drew blood. “i’ve already forgotten all about you. save yourself the hurt and just… do the same.” despite your nerves, your voice steeled itself and came out even colder than you’d expected it.

he placed his hand onto your forearm and squeezed, firm but gently, as his gaze pierced through your back. “that’s a fucking lie and we both know it.”

“i can’t keep doing this. you can’t keep doing this. it’s exhausting and,” you felt your voice cracking as you imagined all the nights you’ve sobbed yourself to sleep due to the aching in your chest, a corroded hole that wouldn’t stop bleeding. “it doesn’t matter how either of us feel. w-we can’t be together,” you spat, refusing to meet his gaze.

his chest heaved, confusion and anger bubbling to the surface at your stubborn resolve. “who the fuck says we can’t be together?” his growl made your stomach twist.

you couldn’t reply. you’ve already said too much and mentally slapped yourself for it. you couldn’t tell him that his parents would never give him the blessing of your relationship, so you kept your mouth shut.

but this was all news to gojo, there had always been a piece of the puzzle missing and he was only now realizing where he could start.

he spoke out your name in such a flat and dry tone that the guilt in your chest only blossomed. “who the fuck said something to you?”

before you could reply, someone had pushed the door open at the top of the steps and you wrenched your hand from gojos grasp, basically pushing him away.

quickly wiping your tear stained cheeks with your hands, you turned to meet his gaze with a whisper. “goodbye, satoru.”

and with that, you hurried back down the stairs and out of the stairwell. you had left gojo standing there in confusion, his heart and mind racing with pain and confusion.

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gojo spent the next couple days, attempting to track you down. however, you, ever the avoider, managed to slip from his predatory search and basically locked yourself in the confines of your friends dorm room.

“why don’t you just talk to him?”

stuffing your head into her pillow, you let out a loud sigh and kicked the bed.

“because, shoko, i know what he’s like. he won’t just… roll over and accept his parents saying no to us. he’ll make sure to never leave my side, he’s stubborn like that and it’ll make it hard for the both of us. i can’t turn him against his family.”

“you’re stubborn just like him. s’like you were made for each other,” she drawled, tapping away at her phone without even sparing you a glance.

propping yourself up in your side, you watched the way her lips curled up at the device illuminating her face. “who’re you texting all giddy?”

“utahime,” she stated plainly, waving her phone in your face then going back to texting her.

“and you say i’m stubborn,” you whined, laying on your back and staring at your ceiling. “why don’t you just ask her out, you idiot?”

“because, stupid, there’s a system to it. a method to my madness. i’ve got it all planned out and it’s gonna be a night to remember.”

she continued to ramble about her marvelous plans at swooping the shorter girl off of her feet and they made you a tad bit jealous, melancholic even. your mind rolled back to the day gojo had asked you out, inviting you to one of his basketball games where he made the winning shot then pulled out a giant poster in front of the entire gym reading “i’d love to be the star player in your game of love.”

everyone talked about it for weeks to come and you couldn’t help but relish in it. gojo had a way of making you feel like the only girl in the world.

“knock knock. anyone home?” without you noticing, shoko had made her way over to you and was tapping your skull, making you seat her hand away. “what’s got you so focused you can’t hear me yelling at ‘cha?”

you shook your head, propping yourself up on your elbows. “sorry. what were you saying?”

she waltzed over to her desk and grabbed her bag that was slung over the chair. “i’m staying at utahime’s tonight. so you get the dorm to yourself, you don’t need to go back to yours. i know you wanna avoid him at any cost.”

you nodded your head and gave her a soft smile while she watched you, a bit of careful concern washing over her face. “you gonna be okay?”

“mhm! i’ve got my manhwa and my snacks. i’ll be perfectly fine. make sure to use protection!”

the last comment had you giggling and her slithering out of the dorm room with a final goodbye.

the next couple hours, you tossed and turned in shokos bed, flipping through the pages of your manhwa and snacking on your pretzels. once it had neared midnight, you realized you hadn’t brought any pajamas or skin care this morning so you slid a pair of sneakers on and left the dorm room.

shokos dorm was only a few blocks from yours. the walk over was quick and you hurried up the steps to the second floor and into the hall where your room was.

as you neared, you noticed a figure propped up on the floor outside of your room. you warily slowed down and squeezed your eyes to make out who was so close to your room.

“shit,” you murmured, realizing who it was. but before you could turn around, his head popped up and those cerulean orbs connected with yours. his face looked tired, eyes heavy with exhaustion. yet, he jumped to his full height and made his way towards you in the short hall.

you couldn’t escape now. he would just chase you down. for now, you’d just have to figure out a way to push him away.

he stopped before you, those beautiful ocean eyes of his assessing you. “are you okay? where have you been?” that velvety, low voice of his was laced with a concern that guilted you. he was worried?

“at a friends,” you mumbled and looked past him, wondering if you could outrun him to your dorm.

his hand twitched as his gaze made its way down your casual outfit. “…your boyfriends?”

your head nearly snapped to match his gaze, basically ogling as he anticipated the worst. “what?”

“do you have a boyfriend? is that who you’ve been staying with these past couple days?”

your eyes observed that familiar jealous glint he got, the clenching of his jaw and the furrowing of his brows.

maybe if he thought you had a boyfriend then he would move on, leaving you in his past.

“y-yes. i’ve been… staying with him.”

he let out the most twisted scoff you’d ever heard, turning his head and gritting his teeth. you’d never seen him this angry before, his eyes glowing with a murderous intent.

“does he make you feel better than me?” he asked, still not meeting your gaze.

“w-what?” how were you supposed to answer this and what exactly did he mean?

slowly turning his head to meet your gaze, you felt your body tremble under his frustrated expression, the rage nearly radiating off of him.

“does he fuck better than me?”

your mouth nearly went slack, trembling as you struggled to answer. what were you supposed to say?

he let out a tsk, along with a bitter laugh. “s’what i thought,” he drawled, inching closer to you. you stepped backwards as he preyed on you until your back hit a wall.

lifting a hand, he placed it beside your head and leaned in. you could hear his inhale as he breathed in your scent. his exhale was shaky, as if he couldn’t tolerate letting it out. “baby…”

you didn’t mean to let out a whiny “mhm,” as if he had commanded answer from you, or you had missed the endearment.

“can i touch you?”

when he had pushed you against the wall, you had shut your eyes in instinct, too afraid of his close presence and how it would make you act. but now, they fluttered back open and you had full view of his gorgeous features.

greedily, you took them all in—his snowy and silky hair you remembered the feeling of under your tight grip, those lovedrunk, blue eyes of his that unraveled you under his gaze, those lips you missed kissing until you couldn’t breathe, that jawline you’d caressed whenever he’d touch you, that throat of his you remember leaving spotted with love bites, oh the list could just go on.

gojo enjoyed watching you watch him, letting yourself go possibly for the last time. and if it was for the last time, he’d be okay with it. he couldn’t let understand why you didn’t want him anymore but he would allow you to come back to him for whatever you needed from him.

you nodded slowly, a gulp rippling down your throat as your hands came up to his chest and rested there.

“touch me.”

the words that trickled from your lips went straight to your ex-boyfriends cock, blood rushing to his erection and creating a tent in his slacks.

his eyes trailed down to your lips and he let out a breathy exhale as you so greedily savored in his scent you dearly missed. the lingering fragrance of his signature body wash, fresh and cloying like the sweets he had always consumed.

“yeah?” his voice was low and sultry as he lifted a hand to your waist, his fingers ghosting over the dip. your back curved just slightly, arousal rippling through your body and trembling from his light touch.

your gaze was glued to his lips before sliding up to his eyes and you had to stifle a whine. with low lids, he was watching you with such a fervor that looked almost primal. like a tiger that’d been starved for days and planted its eyes on its newest meal.

“where do you want me to touch you, baby?” those simple words blossomed a heat in your chest, your heart thrumming in your ears as your lust began to take over.

you knew you shouldn’t—it would be wrong to give in again when you knew the two of you wouldn’t work out. the thought alone was enough to well tears in your eyes.

“hey, look at me.” with his slender fingers, he lifted your chin to match his gaze. leaning in, he breathed gently against your lips, “don’t think too much.”

that was enough for you to push forward and crash your lips against his, wrapping your arms above his shoulders. your small fingers found their way into his snowy tresses, running your digits across the familiar silky feeling and tugging him closer.

he took the chance to lift you up, his large hands finding their way to the underside of your plush thighs. wrapping your legs around him, you didn’t mean to let out a moan into his mouth when his crotch rubbed against your clothes crotch.

“f-fuck,“ gojo said, bowing his back ever so slightly at the contact that only made him more sensitive. he took the chance to push you against the wall and his fingers gripped against the flesh of your ass.

your tongue always found its way pushing into his mouth, attempting to fight for dominance and losing every time to his. he found it cute and the thought that you haven’t changed had his heart beating even harder against his ribs.

“n-not here, ngh,” you whined out, pulling from the kiss and looking around the empty hall. gojo grinned, eyes never leaving your flustered figure. your cheeks were flushed and there was a bit of saliva on your lip.

leaning in, he licked it away and chuckled. “still not a fan of the whole exhibitionist thing?”

slapping his arm, you felt the heat creeping up your neck and a frown crossing your face. “put me down.”

he pouted but agreed, letting you down gently and towering over you. digging into your pockets, you pulled out your keys and walked around your ex-boyfriend to unlock your door.

pushing it open, you shoved your hands into your pockets and signaled with your head that he could come in.

as he carefully entered your space, his eyes flickered around your dorm room that had changed quite a lot since he’d last been here.

when the two of you first started dating, your room was adorned with soft pastels and colors, along with plenty of pretty decor. he knew what a girly girl you were at heart.

but now, as he stepped in, he’d barely recognized the space. it was darker, with blackout curtains and lacked the color it initially had. there was little vibrancy and it seemed you’d gotten rid of a lot of things.

“you plannin’ on transferring?” he teased, though the underlying concern in his tone didn’t go unnoticed. the sight would have anyone wondering if you were in the process of moving out.

“no, i just…” you trailed off, feeling a bit vulnerable under his gaze. he peered around your room with his hands clasped behind his back and studied his surroundings. you began fidgeting with your fingers as he turned to look at you. “…got sick of all the color.”

he raised an eyebrow, walking over to you as those blue orbs flitted over your figure. “and why’s that?”

you shrugged, unable to look him in the eyes as he loomed over you.

“talk to me, baby.”

your eyes welled up, but you blinked the tears away rapidly. a hand stroked the top of your head before resting against the back and tilting your head upward.

gojo could feel his heart twist, seeing the saddened expression on your face, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

the words tumbled from your lips quicker than you wanted them to, “i missed you.”

you could hear the way his breath hitched, pupils dilating and darting between your left and right eye. there was an unreadable expression flickering across his face as if he was thinking something through—before he leaned downwards and placed another kiss against your lips. this kiss was different, it was less needy than before—instead laced with a heavy longing that pulled tears from your eyes.

cupping your cheeks, his large hands rested on the sides of your face and angled your head upwards for more access to your mouth that trembled against his.

the tears trailed down your cheeks, and gojo could taste salt on his tongue. your small hands found themselves against his bulking biceps, squeezing for some semblance of stability. he walked you backwards, until you felt your bed against the back of your knees, making you sit down.

with the kiss now broken, your wet eyes looked up at gojo who looked at you with an unreadable expression. his hand continued to stroke your hair as he took in your beautiful form. “you wanna do this?”

you nodded your head, refusing to break eye contact as he brushed his thumb over your cheek to wipe away a tear, then pushed that digit between your parted lips.

pressing down on your tongue, you held back the need to gag.

“so pretty and messy f’me, ‘n i haven’t even done anything yet.” those cerulean orbs of his flickered across your tear-stained cheeks, puffy eyes, quivering lips and the sight only made him harder.

he continued to press down and your hands found themselves against his wrist as a gag left your lips.

his other fingers cupped your chin and pushed you down until your back hit your comforter, rolling your tongue against his thumb.

you felt a cool touch slip under your hoodie and find its way to the hem of the sweatpants you were wearing. tugging them down, gojo left your bottom half in only your panties.

you could hear a scoff leave his lips as your eyes glossed over with lust, boring into the ceiling. “you get this wet for him?”

with furrowed brows, you glanced your head down at gojo who was staring at your lower half. the flush in your cheeks only got worse as you attempted to shut your legs and he used his free hand to push your thighs open with consecutive tsks.

seeing you like this, something in gojo’s head clicked.

“ya’ know, you don’t gotta lie about having a boyfriend,” his hot breath warmed your panties and just then you could finally feel just how soaked you were.

this whole ordeal felt embarrassing—it was like he could see right through your facade but you were adamant about keeping it up. “m’ not l-lying,” you whined after he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and pushed your legs further apart, causing you to squirm against his firm grasp.

a curious finger of his trailed up on the wet spot through your panties and you let out a stifled gasp, arching your back and gripping your sheets.

“s’ not what she’s telling me,” he groaned, his voice an octave lower and practically growling into your clothed cunt.

“shut up,” you attempted to spat but it came out breathy, wriggling yourself to free yourself form his grasp. he let out another patronizing laugh and removed his hands from your thighs.

you finally looked down after being too shy to meet his gaze, then seeing him walk over to your bedroom door to lock it.

an audible gulp of yours echoed through your room, finally understanding rhetorical situation you had gotten yourself into, as he turned back to you, feeling the pure lust rippling off of his form. he towered over you again, tugging his shirt off and handing it to you.

“can’t have you bein’ too loud. bite into this if you gotta,” he smirked down at you, knowing you were gonna, and kissing your jaw gently before trailing a hand down to your panties and working them off with such a teasingly slow pace. while he did so, he admired you, white locks dangling from his head and framing him so beautifully.

your hands found themselves up to his hair and tried to pull him up to your lips but he wouldn’t budge. your hazy stare found his eyes hovering over yours, a confused and somewhat fucked out expression already painting your face.

before you could ask why he wasn’t doing anything, cold fingers found themselves brushing your entrance and pushing into you.

your mouth dropped into a sweet o shape, one that gojo mimicked with a mischievous grin, breathing out with you as you did. “still tight as ever, huh?”

a loud moan echoed through your room as those 5-inch long double digits plunged even deeper, finding your sweet spot, the same area he’d discovered the first time he had you like this.

but before the pleasure could continue, those digits pulled themselves out and an empty whine left your lips.

“tch. what did i say? y’don’t need the entire campus to remember how good i make you feel, hm?” he grabbed the shirt you had tossed aside in a frenzy and held it to your face. “bite.”

and that’s what you did. his commanding tone had you clenching around nothing. your teeth clamped down on the cottony fabric, the scent of him enough to have your eyes glaze over once more.

“good girl,” he drawled out, leaning up to place a kiss to your forehead before inching his fingers back in. your gummy walls clamped down on the intrusion, your juices oozing out and drenching his hand.

“mmm, how’s that feel sweetheart?”

all you could do was grit your teeth down into the fabric to mask your whines and moans. it was hard for you to keep quiet—gojo remembered and loved it. he relished in the thought that he could overstimulate you from barely working you open and you were always so loud.

your lack of response only made him all the more feral, pushing those slim fingers further into you and you let out the most sultry whine into his shirt he’s ever heard. drool trickled down your chin, his scissoring fingers nearly pushing you to the edge.

the last time you’d spent the night with someone, it’d been with some asshole you met at the bar and he gave you a total of 10 seconds of foreplay along with orgasming inside of you with a rubber after 3 seconds.

you’d thus been celibate.

so this treatment, after nights spent with your hands in your panties and moaning your ex-boyfriends name to yourself, you’d sorely forgotten just how good he really made you feel and how you lacked at mimicking his hands.

gojo knew it too. he called bullshit now—with his newly learned information giving him the justified confidence of working you like this.

a coil began knotting in your gut, finding yourself lifting your hips to match his speed, the heel of his hand slapping against the hood of your clit. your fingernails clawed against his back, leaving red marks as you neared your high, jaw tensing.

while you thought it couldn’t get any worse, gojo leaned down and sucked on the exact spot he knew would have you seeing stars, his snowy tresses tickling your bare skin. his free hand found its way up your hoodie and began kneading with your buds and squeezing the mounds. those thighs of his pushed the underside of yours so wide, keeping you nice and spread for him.

you had no idea how he was stimulating all of these spots at once but all you knew was that you were close, and he did, too.

before you could gush all over his fingers, he swiftly pulled them out and lifted himself off of you. he wasted no time pulling your hoodie off of you and tossing it to the side with haste. he moved down and angled his head between your thighs once more, admiring the mess he’d created.

“fuck, i missed this,” he groaned before nudging his face between your folds.

a stifled yelp left your lips, quickly grabbing his shirt and covering your mouth once more, preparing yourself to keep quiet. you could swear, through the daze of lust, that you could hear him whisper “good girl” into your sex.

like a man deprived of water, he began lapping up at your juices messily, his tongue diving in and out of your folds with vicious tenacity, slurp sounds resonating through your room.

“you, ngh, taste as good as i unh… remember.”

your free hand that wasn’t muffling your moans found its way to gojos hair, unsure if the overstimulation wanted him to delve deeper or to get away.

he pushed his wet and long tongue through that ring of resistance.

“f-fuck… ‘toru,” you whined through his shirt, and that had his tongue pausing. he pulled away and met your needy gaze, your juices mixed with his saliva dripping down his chin. he pulled the shirt from your mouth like a madman and tossed it.

“say that again, baby.”

you blinked, an innocent confusion on your face before he began ravaging you once more.

“slow mnh… slow d-down,” you gasped, eyes widening at the sudden stimulation.

“not mmmf… till… you say that… fuck, again.”

his tongue made one long languid strip up your throbbing core that had your thighs going weak, to which he brought them over his shoulder. his nose nuzzled against your bundle of nerves that had you nearly pulling his hair out . “r-right t-there mmmf.. ‘toru!”

his fingers slid back inside and pushed against that sweet spot, and with a bite of those canines over your clit, it was enough to send you over the edge and releasing your pleasure through a strangled and broken scream of his name once more.

those dexterous digits continued to work you open, riding out your high on his fingers and face and releasing an ocean of juices along the lower half of his face. once you’d calmed down, he pulled away and slipped those fingers into his mouth, the lewd display making you twitch.

“sweet as a cupcake,” he compared, teasingly licking his fingers and winking at you. the view made you giggle and cover your flushed and sweaty face.

“oh, come on… you don’t want a taste?” pulling your hands from your face with his, the admiring smile on gojo’s face made you obediently drop your jaw with a grin, to which he spit in. “swallow.”

gojo loved how obedient you were, towering over you and brushing a hand over your forehead to remove the stray hairs. placing a hand on your waist, he watched you and another grin tugged at his lips. “sweetheart, you will never fail to astonish me with your beauty.”

the sudden confession had your eyes widening as a familiar knot now spun in your core, your pussy clenching around nothing. “toru’…” you trailed off, eyes searching his.

“yes, my love?” the endearment had your mind spinning with infatuation and lust, as if your eyes could gloss over again.

“n-need you,” you breathed out, angling your hips to his clothed crotch.

at your confession, gojo wasted no time slipping his slacks and boxers off and your gaze flickered down to his length, eyes widening at his angry, pink and pale shaft. you remembered your ex-boyfriend was massive, but seeing it again after all this time was truly shocking.

“don’t worry, we’ve made it fit before,” his cheeky comment came out breathy as he rubbed his tip against your drooling folds, mixing with his premature cum and slipping around. your hips lifted to push against his dick, attempting to slide him in.

a stifled gasp left gojo’s lips, lashes fluttering, as he finally pushed forward, barely an inch in as he squeezed your hips with such a grip that you were sure you’d have bruises by tomorrow.

“f-fuck, you’re, mmnh, so tight…” did you just make gojo stutter? yes. yes you did. you were the only person to have the smartest and richest person on campus stutter.

you brought your arms underneath his and hugged his body to yours, his forearms falling beside your smaller frame. the size difference between the two of you was previously forgotten, as you gazed directly into his neck as he shoved himself deeper. to stifle your moans that were increasing in volume, he brought a hand up to cover your mouth and finally bottomed out.

a scream was muffled into his hand, the stretch so painful but so good.

“doin’ so g-good for me, m’angel,” he breathed out, his meaty tip kissing your cervix. he was so deep in you, your eyes widened as you early choked on your breathing, his cock shoving into your lungs.

through his painfully slow thrust, he noticed you’d grown quiet, lifting his wet palm from your lips, drool trickling down your cheeks with a fucked out expression. he was nervous you were on the verge of passing out.

just gently, he tapped your cheek and halted any movement inside of you. “baby, breathe. look at me.”

your eyes glossed over to him as your chest began lifting in breaths again, the influx of air only making you groan out again. “there we go,” he drawled out with such a confidence, lifting his hand to cover your mouth again and thrusting slowly to allow you to adjust.

with lashes clamped shut, you braced yourself for each sloshing jam of his cock into your pussy. with the hand not muffling you, he wrapped his arm around the top of your head to push you down onto his length, utterly manhandling you.

your screams rattled out into his hand, his breathing picking up as he huffed out, shoving himself deeper and deeper with each push. “s-so good for me, so mmm fucking perfect, you s’made f’me,” he breathed out, praisingly. and soon enough, the cock drunk girl you were, watched your ex-boyfriend become entirely pussy drunk, babbling out every thought in his dazed mind.

“takin’ me s’well, gonna fill… gonna fill you up,” he groaned. “gonna stuff ya with ma babies.”

eyes widening open, you met his gaze down at you, and the man looked crazed off of your cunt. “that… that okay? pump ya full of my… my fucking seed?”

his words made you clamp down on him, the thought rushing straight to your core as your high neared.

“f-fuck, baby. don’t d-do that mmmngh. need ya to l-let me know.”

like a mad woman, you bobbed your head up and down, legs wrapping around his waist. a fucked out grin lifted on his lips, pushing himself somehow even deeper into you with each thrust.

“yeah? want me to fuck you full of my babies?”

another whiney groan left your lips as you nodded your head up and down, shutting your eyes.

an idea popped into gojo’s head at the thought. “gotta make sure t-this… sticks,” he groaned and you felt shuffling. he lifted both hands far above your head, gripping your comforter and shoved himself so deep inside of you that it sent you over the edge, sexually and physically.

without his hand to muffle your sounds, you were positive you’d receive a noise complaint now.

“fuck! toru’!” you screamed, pussy clamping down on his shaft as liquid began to spray from your cunt.

you were squirting. gojo made you squirt.

the wet feeling of your juices along with your tight and snug cunt had the veins of his length bulging, before the slit released ropes upon ropes of cum into your cervix, bullying their way inside so painfully yet so pleasurably.

he moaned out your name, shoving you up and up your bed with each thrust as ribbons of seed leaked from his tip and dribbled out of your pussy. the man made sure to allow the both of you to properly ride out your highs, vein in his forehead bulging as his breaths shuttered.

your arms and legs fell slack against the wet sheets as he pulled out of you, admiring the juices drip from your nearly abused cunt. the orgasm had you twitching and trembling beneath him.

sleep could’ve taken you then and there, but the fluttering in your heart remained. glancing up at your boyfriend, he folded your legs to the side to give you some semblance of dignity, then walked to the bathroom. hot and wet rag in hand, he sat beside you and cleaned you up gently and cooed you with each soothing wipe.

“toru’,” you whispered, watching him quietly.

“yes, sweetheart?” he continued to clean you up but turned his gaze to you. how could someone look so pretty after a session like that? the afterglow was insane, making your heart wrench.

“i’m sorry,” you muffled out, steeling yourself to push him away. you’d managed to stay away from him for so long, the thought of having to undo all of both of your healing from each other sounded exhausting.

he watched you quietly before setting the rag on your nightstand, then pulled your back up to his chest. leaning against your headboard, he held you in his arms and stroked your thigh softly, tracing imaginary circles.

“i spoke with my parents.”

your head spun around to meet his gaze, the unsubtly of your reaction earning a chuckle from the white haired man. “put two n’ two together the other day, when you said we couldn’t be together.”

you clasped your eyes shut, turning away in embarrassment at your idiocy. he obviously figured that someone that wasn’t you, was keeping the two of you from being together. aka his evil parents.

“ya’ know, i think you did that on purpose.”

“h-huh?” what does that mean? you turned back to him and furrowed your brows.

“think you just wanted your knight-in-shining-armor to come and swoop down to fix things. that’s my pillow princess, everyone,” he teased, making you elbow his side with giggles when he tickled yours.

“…were they mad?” you asked after a few seconds, turning your gaze to his large hand on your bare lap and fiddling with it.

“fuck yeah. but so what? when i get my girl pregnant, they can’t do nothin’,” he stated plainly.

the thought made your eyes widen, realizing the situation you just put yourself in after your fucked out decision. “well. nothing better than being knocked up in college, don’t’cha think?”

pushing his head into the crook of your neck, he let out a low chuckle that made you squeeze his hand. “think your boyfriend’ll be pissed off?”

“oh yeah, my totally real, not fake, totally not imaginary boyfriend? he’ll kill you. can you handle that?”

“course’ i can, sweetheart. i’m the strongest on campus.”

[splishfish]

"Just The Tip..."

Tomura Shigaraki x AFAB Reader

❣ Summary: Drinking with the league leads to drunk fucking your boss?!

❣ Tags: Piv, Dub-con(?), unprotected sex, creampie, Doggy style, Drunk sex, idk what else

❣ WC: 1.3k

Tomura doesn’t quite remember how he got in this position, straddling your waist while your glossy pussy stares up at him. He thinks maybe he’s dreaming, but when your manicured hands reach back to spread your ass, exposing more of your syrupy cunt and winking hole, he’d rather think this is real.

His vision is blurry and spinning, alcohol running through his veins and he barely notices the way his hand is messily fisting his cock above your sugary pussy, droplets of precum meeting your own slick.

It’s hot, he notices. Sweat coats his forehead, small beads running down his neck and his forehead. Or maybe it’s just the alcohol. Ah. Alcohol. That’s right, he remembers now.

It was a normal night with the rest of the league, Compress, Dabi, you, and him drinking while making idle chatter. He remembers Toga and Twice in the background, playing games? He doesn’t remember. No. But he does remember the way you looked at him, the way your eyes glazed over when you asked Kurogiri for another drink too many, and how your lashes kissed your cheeks whenever they fluttered.

He remembers the hushed conversation you two were having, sitting a stool or two away from Dabi and Compress for privacy. Was it you who started the conversation? Yes, it had to have been. How else would he end up like this?

Your cheeks were flushed when you spoke, a mask of bashfulness decorated your face when you told him about your recent sex life, how little time you had to get laid, and how frustrated you had been lately. He silently nodded along, taking sips of his drink, each one longer than before, hoping the alcohol would eventually burn out the boner he had been forming.

He didn’t mean to get as drunk as he did. It was an accident. One too many drinks in an attempt to save himself from embarrassment, only to drunkenly blurt out he had never been laid before, cutting off your bitching and whining about how long it’s been since you got dicked down.

He saw it then, the way your eyes glossed over with satisfaction, eyeing him like a predator about to jump its prey. Though, he figured that wasn’t too far off from what really happened.

It became more blurry from there, memories that now feel like dreams swirling and tangling themselves together, making the past 10, no, 20 minutes a blur.

But it doesn’t matter. Or maybe it does, but he doesn’t care now. No, all he cares about now is the way your drunken body trembled with anticipation, your cunny clenching around nothing.

He could barely hear your slurred words, a line of drool falling from your lips as you pulled away from the pillow you laid on. Something about ‘just the tip’…

But as he pulled back the foreskin of his leaking tip, revealing the sensitive heart shaped head of his cock, he wondered if that would even be possible.

He felt so heavy, his arms shaking as he positioned himself on top of you, slowly nudging his tip between your honeyed lips and damn near collapsing at just the mere warmth of your cunny. He barely holds himself up, desperately rutting against your fluttering hole in an attempt to slip inside, but despite your excess of arousal, he just couldn’t get in.

It wasn’t until you lazily reached back and guided his cock into your welcoming cunt that he finally nudged his way in. A gasp left the both of you when he breached the little resistance of your pussy, and he could’ve swore he heard the sickenly sweet pop of your saccharine pussy swallowing him whole.

He let out a pathetic groan, high pitched and desperate as his eyes rolled back. Is this what pussy felt like? So warm and wet? So eager? So hot? No. No no no, this has to be heaven. There can’t be anything more blissful than the sloshing sounds your pussy makes when he just barely ruts his hips, slipping his cock just the tiniest bit deeper.

But as your hand reaches back and pushes against his pelvis, he remembers your words, ‘just the tip’. He scowls but obeys anyways, gently sliding the tip of his cock in and out of your fluttering hole. Shudders ran through his body, and even though he was barely inside, he already felt close to cumming.

With each click of your creamy pussy sucking and slurping on his cock, he felt his body grow weak. He can’t breathe, he couldn’t stand this stupid rule you set. Weren’t you complaining about how long it’d been since you’d gotten laid? So why? Why why why won’t you let him just fuck you?

Ah, but his alcohol-addled brain was too weak to think of a good excuse for you. Maybe there was no excuse. Maybe you were just waiting for him to just take you.

And who is he to deny you?

Without warning he pulled out, waiting for you to turn your head back with a confused expression, eyes glossy and needy before he rammed himself back inside, his unruly pubes meeting the swell of your ass.

A screech escaped your lips before he shoved your head back down into the pillow, collapsing on top of you when his body couldn’t keep up with the pleasure of your sopping cunny.

He held himself inside you for a few seconds, hands groping your plush skin as he tried to ground himself, trying to stop himself from cumming. Oh, he wasn’t expecting your pussy to grip him so tightly, a loud whine escaping your lips as you pathetically tried to fuck yourself on his still cock.

It took a muffled moan of his name for him to finally snap out of his trance, his hips reeling back before slamming into your pussy, over and over and over again, filling the room with the noise and smell of your sex.

He didn’t want to stop. No, he couldn’t stop. His hips had a mind of their own as he rammed into you, teeth clenching as his eyes found where your bodies meet. A coat of your cream lined his cock, strings of your pearly slick tangling into his baby blue pubes, looking like a sinful web of spider silk.

Ah. He didn’t want this to end. He wanted to keep himself inside you for the rest of his life, he never wanted to leave the warm embrace of your sloppy pussy. He could feel every clench of your bumpy insides, he could hear every pap pap pap! of his cock hitting the sweet nook of your cervix.

But his lack of stamina and experience was his inevitable downfall, his cock twitched and throbbed so so painfully as he tried to hold in his release, but as a shrill moan escaped your spit covered lips, he couldn’t stop the wave of ecstasy that flowed through him.

Spurt after spurt of cum filled your aching pussy, his balls tightened and resting against the fat of your clit, twitching with each release of his slimy spunk. A raspy moan escaped him, small pathetic ruts of his hips pushed his sperm deeper inside you shoving his cock past another barrier he didn’t even know you had, and right into the little opening to the inside your womb.

He trembled on top of you, eyes glazed over with euphoria as he slowly let his cock soften inside you, wanting to draw out the blissful feeling of your body.

It wasn’t until you weakly slapped at his side that he pulled out, a small trickle of his cum following his cock and painting your now puffy labia. He rolled off you, letting you slowly shuffle onto your back.

If he had any more strength, or maybe if he was sober, he might’ve popped another hard-on just from the sight of your face alone. Lips raw and red, glossed over in saliva, and eyes rolled back and hazy from the way he fucked you dumb.

It wasn’t until he heard your hoarse voice speak that he finally snapped out of his head.

“I…didn’t cum yet…”

…oops.

A/N: woooo! Back to my roots! I miss tomura omg i love him so much

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[ohimsummer]

AMENDS

— minors dni, bully! stsg x afab! reader, oral [ f. receiving ], edging, dubcon, dacryphylia, püssy slaps, hair pulling, pet names (good girl, pretty girl, princess)

"let us know when you're ready to apologize, pretty."

a thick cloud of fog smothers your thoughts. geto's words sound so quiet—miles away.

it seems like forever and a day has passed. his large hands trace the curved arch of your back before coming to rest on the globes of your raised ass, presented to him like a feast.

you jolt. a feeble whimper spills from your lips as geto gives a sudden, harsh slap to your pussy. "are you listening?"

he is satisfied with the weak nod of your head, giving a low hum before his tongue dives back into your folds. a tremble runs throughout your body, the ache in your legs getting worse with every clench and tense of muscle.

"you're so stubborn.", satoru huffs, thumbing away a fat tear from your lash line before continuing to toy with a strand of your hair. your head rests heavy in his lap, cheek smushed against his thigh. "all you had to do was wear the co–, uh, necklace."

the stutter doesn’t even take note in your mind. the mention of that damned necklace triggers the memory of how this all started: over the 'gift' gojo tried to bestow upon you, something in which you vehemently declined. especially at his request that you wear it beneath your turtleneck.

it wasn't even so much a necklace as much as it was an obvious collar—a thin piece of leather, pink in color and embedded with silver studs. it connected in the center by a piece of metal curled into the shape of a heart; a similar tag swayed loosely by a silver ring. engraved on either side were their names: suguru and satoru, though gojo was crystal clear in specifying that the side with his name on it was the front.

your eyes are attracted to movement in your peripherals. satoru twirls the collar around his index finger, still ranting on and on about how he spent so much on this special gift for ‘his girl’, and you wouldn't even show gratitude in a simple thank you, let alone the appreciation to wear it at least once.

he shifts slightly and the tent in his pants, inches from your face, rubs against your nose. you remember trying to suck him off at some point, as that’s how he usually preferred your apologies, but no. geto was insistent that gojo be more strict with you, easily swaying his best friend by calling him a softie for you. and now you're stuck, told to actually use your words for once ‘like a good girl’.

what little focus you had is gradually ripped away as geto pushes you closer and closer to another orgasm. he thumbs over your clit, pinching the nub between his fingers for some added suffering, thrusting his tongue inside you to lap up any juices and slick leaking from your hole. you’ve devolved into a sweaty, panting mess within minutes. geto moans against your cunt like a slut, like you’re the best thing he’s ever had. at least one of you is truly enjoying yourself.

it doesn’t take long before you get that familiar, tightening feeling in your stomach. it’s a rubber band being yanked on both ends, about to snap clean in two at any moment. your pussy flutters sporadically around his tongue as you’re forced to the brink. yet another orgasm right at the cliff, overdue to tip over the edge, when-

geto pulls away. he tugs lightly at your clit with his teeth when he does, relishing in your broken whimper. this is making you sick—so sick you’re truly about to break.

gojo’s conversation with himself is interrupted by your tug on his sleeve. casting you a mildly interested glance, his frown deepens, a display of clear disapproval. he sighs in an annoyed, dramatic fashion before tugging you up by the hair to look him in the eyes.

“what do you want?”, he says rather rudely. “told ya not to talk to me anymore unless it's to say you’re sorry.”

you blink, dazed, mouth falling slack but no words yet coming out. shaky hands paw helplessly at his chest as the words drag through your head, barely registering. satoru just stares at you. he thinks you look dumb, but you deserve to after hurting his poor feelings.

“ ‘’m…sorry…”, you barely whimper, quiet and pathetic.

satoru just rolls his eyes. “oh, come on. first, you break my heart and humiliate me and now this half-assed apology? do it properly, at least!”

your vision is hazy, but it doesn’t matter. the two sets of eyes digging into you leave a fiery trail of goosebumps on your skin. geto has finally stopped his insanity-inducing punishment; gojo’s tight fist in your hair tugs at the roots, burning your scalp.

“i sai–, i said—,” you stutter, seeing double, “—i’m sorry for not appreciating your gift, satoru.”

“mm.”, he hums, and you can see the whites of his teeth as two of him grins, proud of finally having gotten his way. “and?”

the thoughts rattle around in your mind. eyelids droop to darken your view before you add on, “and i–, i would be honored to wear it.”

gojo eases his grip to let your head flop back onto his lap. “see, atta girl! was that so hard?"

geto grabs you by the shoulders and hair, far more gently, holding your exhausted body upright as gojo unclasps the collar.

he tugs down the hem of your shirt, excitedly wrapping the leather around your neck. “see, i don’t know why you had to go making this difficult!”

and gojo snaps it on with a ‘click!’, leaning back to admire his handiwork. you feel yourself being tilted further back as geto angles your body to get a good luck at their new claim over you.

“what a pretty girl.”, he murmurs and kisses your cheek, reaching to toy with the tag dangling from your neck.

your head lolls as you’re manhandled into another position. geto’s blurry form is now in front of you, so it’s gojo’s warm chest that you’re sprawled back on, and his long legs that your knees are hooked over.

“since you’re bein’ so good for us now,” gojo whispers into your ear, “i’ll give you a treat, yeah? since we've made amends."

something thick and hot glides over your pussy, up and down, rubbing over your twitching clit. gojo grunts beneath you, shuffles a bit. he rubs his large hands over your inner thighs, grinding his cock between the slick lips of your cunt. he layers kisses up your neck, onto your cheek, ending the trail at your temple, and then reaches down to line himself up with your spasming hole.

geto looms over you to sandwich you between them. he digs two fingers into your cheeks, pulling you into a sloppy kiss where he nips at your lips and sucks on your tongue, spit drooling from the corners of your mouth.

“see how nice we are when you behave?”, he mumbles against your kiss-swollen lips. “tell satoru you’re sorry again.”

the wind is squeezed from your lungs as gojo sinks his full length into you. your words are cut off completely, and geto grins as you arch into him. gojo's tip pokes at your cervix, his balls kissing your ass.

“i’m sorry.”, you whine again.

both men chuckle. satoru kisses your wet cheek again. “it’s okay, princess, i forgive you.”

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[heejake-hoon]

Sunghoon waking up to you sucking him off(mdni)

Ask: I love love love your writing! Im not sure if you've done one where you pay sunghoon back for helping you sleep by waking him up with a Bj? if not, could I possibly request it 🥹

You wake up slowly, the morning sun filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow over the bedroom. Stretching languidly, you turn your head to see Sunghoon still asleep beside you, his handsome face relaxed and peaceful in slumber.

A fond smile curves your lips as memories of last night flood your mind - the way he'd touched you, tasted you, worshipped your body with his mouth and hands until you were a trembling, pleading mess beneath him. He always takes such good care of you, always seems to know exactly what you need.

And right now, seeing him like this, all tousled hair and bare skin, you know exactly what you need. Or rather, what you want to give him.

Carefully, so as not to wake him just yet, you slip out of bed and pad naked to the bathroom. After brushing your teeth and freshening up a bit, you return to the bedroom, a mischievous smile playing about your lips as you crawl back onto the mattress.

Sunghoon is still dead to the world, lying on his back with one arm thrown above his head, the sheets tangled low around his hips. Your gaze drags appreciatively over his body, from the strong line of his jaw down the elegant column of his throat, over the defined ridges of his chest and abs.

God, he's so beautiful it almost hurts to look at him sometimes. And he's all yours.

Settling between his spread thighs, you lean down and press a soft, open-mouthed kiss to his sternum, right over his steadily beating heart. Sunghoon stirs slightly but doesn't wake, so you continue your path downward, trailing your lips over his sleep-warm skin as your hands smooth up his sides.

When you reach his navel, you dip your tongue inside teasingly before continuing lower, nuzzling into the thin trail of hair leading down from his belly button. Sunghoon shifts again, a low sound rumbling in his chest, and you know he's starting to wake up.

Smiling to yourself, you mouth at his hip bone, sucking lightly as your hand wraps around his half-hard cock, giving him a slow, teasing stroke. That gets a reaction, Sunghoon's hips twitching up into your touch as a breathy moan escapes him.

"Y/N…" he mumbles, voice rough with sleep and arousal as his eyes flutter open to peer down at you hazily.

"Good morning," you purr, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock before swirling your tongue around the tip, gathering the bead of precum that's already leaked out. "Sleep well?"

"Fuck," Sunghoon groans, head thumping back against the pillow as you take him into your mouth properly, sinking down until he hits the back of your throat. "Y-yeah, I slept- oh god- slept fine. What are you…?"

You pull off with an obscene pop, grinning up at him impishly. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm returning the favor from last night."

And with that, you dive back in, taking him as deep as you can and hollowing your cheeks as you start to bob your head, setting a slow, torturous rhythm. Sunghoon's hands fly to your hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands as he fights the urge to thrust up into the wet heat of your mouth.

You can feel him hardening further against your tongue, growing hotter and heavier with every pass of your lips. His low breathy moans and gasps are music to your ears, spurring you on as you take him deeper, relaxing your throat to accommodate his considerable size.

"Baby, fuck, your mouth," Sunghoon pants, abs flexing as he struggles to keep still. "Feels so fucking good, god, look at you. Taking me so well, shit-"

Pride and arousal swirl through you at his praise, at the knowledge that you can reduce him to a babbling mess with just your mouth. Doubling your efforts, you start to stroke what you can't fit, twisting your wrist and flicking your tongue just the way he likes.

Sunghoon's grip on your hair tightens, a strangled groan tearing from his throat as his hips start to pump shallowly, unable to hold back any longer. You moan around him, the vibrations making his cock twitch against your tongue, and you know he's getting close.

Pulling back until just the tip rests on your tongue, you look up at him from under your lashes, holding his blown-black gaze as you start to stroke him faster, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke.

"Come on, baby," you murmur, voice low and sultry, lips brushing over his sensitive skin with every word. "Come for me. Wanna taste you, want you to fill my mouth, c'mon Sunghoon, give it to me-"

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" Sunghoon cuts himself off with a guttural moan, his whole body going taut as his orgasm crashes over him. You work him through it, stroking and sucking and swallowing around him until he's spent, until he's pushing weakly at your shoulder because it's too much.

Pulling off, you lick your lips and crawl up his body, settling on his chest and grinning down at him smugly. Sunghoon huffs a low breathless laugh, hands coming up to rest on your hips as he shakes his head at you in amused disbelief.

"You," he says, voice still a little shaky, "are perfect for me baby."

You hum at the feeling of his hands massaging your scalp before leaning down to kiss him slow and deep. Sunghoon kisses you back lazily, licking into your mouth like he's trying to chase his own taste on your tongue.

When you finally pull back, he's looking up at you with so much tenderness, so much adoration, it makes your heart squeeze almost painfully in your chest. Cupping your face in his big hands, he strokes his thumbs over your cheekbones, touch impossibly gentle.

"I love you," he murmurs, eyes soft and warm as they search yours. "So fucking much, you have no idea."

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A.N: I should learn how to end these drabbles, m so bad at aftercare so ignore the ending. And thanks to the annonie who sent this ask, hope you enjoy it 😊🧡🧡🧡

[beautysamour]

squirt training with miguel! mommy pleaseee i’m begging on my knees 🤲🏻🧎‍♀️

squirt training with miguel o’hara ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

— a/n: ❤︎.

warnings ﾟ𐦍༘⋆: vulgar language. reader goes into sub space

“Relax, hermosa, you can’t do it if you’re not relaxed.”

You squeeze his fingers—his hand being too big as a whole—once, twice, as you try to stabilize your breathing. You can barely keep your eyes open, you were too overwhelmed, too aware of the little movements, too overstimulated.

Your thighs shake as Miguel spreads them further apart, “Let’s do this one more time.”

It was a blatant lie, he said the same thing an hour ago, or maybe it was two? Three? You don’t remember, your memory was too hazy due to constant pleasure Miguel kept giving you.

Could you blame him though? He’s only trying to help his poor girl.

You squeezed your eyes shut as Miguel dragged one of his long fingers down the middle of your cunt, your pussy clenches onto nothing by default. “Relax,” Miguel purrs.

You think it’s unfair— no, unrealistic for you to be able to relax. Not with your puffy pussy going through the same routine over and over, cumming so aggressively and then getting pet softly, getting the princess treatment until Miguel hits that spot and prods at it hoping that he’ll get drenched in your fluids—but is only met with cum leaking around his fingers.

“‘m trying,” you murmur as tears start to well in your eyes. You want to so badly, to make him happy, to squirt for him and it makes you so sad that all you can do is pitifully cum around his fingers.

Miguel hums and tilts your chin up, “Look at me. Don’t look away, got it?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he started to rub circles against the folds of your pussy—and opened just as quickly when Miguel lightly hit your chin with his index finger, “I said don’t look away cariño, closing your eyes is looking away.”

A whimper leaves your mouth as Miguel leaned over you, mouth immediately finding that sensitive spot behind your ear and sucks as a finger smoothly slides itself into your cunt.

“Am I understood, hermosa?”

You jolt as Miguel enters another long finger into your cunt. Usually even one of his fingers can fill up all the space in your tight pussy, but not tonight.

He’s loosened it enough for you to be able to take his dick in one go.

“Hermosa,” your eyes widened, body becoming stiff as he hits that spot. “I asked you a question.”

His eyes flicker down to where your pussy and his fingers connect, the pulsing of your cunt distracting him.

He puts in a third finger as he rubs your g-spot, stars enter your vision.

“Yes,” your voice raises as he quickens the pace of his fingers, “Yes! I under—understa—nd.” You gaze into his eyes. Lust and determination is seen in his, desire and pure ecstasy is seen in yours.

“Bueno,” Miguel whispers. He buries his face into your neck, sucking a pretty little hickey for you. “Muy bueno, hermosa.”

A moan rips out your throat, you aren’t sure if it’s because of the praise—or because of how quick Miguel’ fingers are moving in your pussy.

You aren’t able to think much about it, Miguel pulls his head away from your neck, he eyes trained on your cunt as your body starts to arch off the bed. He sets a hand against your stomach, eyes still on your pussy, and pushes you back against the bed.

“Miguel,” you moan, fingers gripping into the sheet as Miguel ignores you. His pace somehow quickens and then—

A hand flies to your back, supporting your body as your body spasms and something that feels different from cum comes out your pussy. Your eyes are on Miguel’ and finally, he’s eyes are on yours—the lust somehow more prominent in his eyes.

He hums as you start to babble in his arms, his fingers still in your pussy—still moving but slower—and he adjusts your body so your sitting in his lap.

You mewl as your head flops down on one of his tits, a sadistic smirk forms on his face as he kisses the top of your head. The squelching of your wet, wet pussy fills the silence along with your soft, somewhat quiet, whimpers.

He massages your nub as your body starts to shake.

“Miguel,” you weakly call out, “Did—did I do it,” you ask looking for praise.

He presses your nub and tilts your head about with his other hand, exposing your hickey to him. He praises himself internally then presses a kiss on your hickey, “Yes, hermosa, you did,” he licks the hickey, “Knew you’d be able to.”

Your pussy flutters around his fingers, the praise going straight to it, until Miguel tilts your head again to make you look at him.

You look at him, doe eyed, as his flicks your nub and presses a kiss onto your puffy lips. You return the kiss immediately—body pressing up against him and hands caressing his abs. His tongue enters your mouth and you don’t resist him at all.

He pulls away leaving a string of saliva connected to you. His dick hardens painfully as he notes the way you look up at him.

He pulls you closer to him with a grunt and slightly quickens the pace of his fingers—your eyes widen in realization, “Do you think you can do it again for me, hermosa?”

[dollfacefantasy]

LOCK AND KEY ♡

pairing: yakuza!ryomen sukuna x fem!reader x yakuza!satoru gojo

summary: you finally have a chance at a big break in your career, a story that would take you from a measly crime reporter to a real journalist. the only catch is it's about the two most dangerous men in the city. when they find out about it, surely nothing will go wrong...

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, non/dubcon, kidnapping (sort of), threesome, p in v, blowjobs, facefucking, biting, spitting, praise/degradation, mentions of violence + blood + murder + typical crime stuff

a/n: this is a belated birthday gift for my bestie @kaitkatme who i love so very much. i hope you like it <3 also thank you to @explorevenus @nexysworld and @fearcvlt for beta reading!! as always reblogs and comments are appreciated.

Your eyes fluttered open to stare at the ground below you. They found carpet you didn’t recognize. The spot directly beneath your face was soaked a darker shade by a pool of your blood. You could feel the source — a steady stream of crimson leaking from your nose. A dull ache throbbed through your skull as you tried to recall what led you to this point. Where were you? And why were you waking up here?

Lifting your head, you scanned the rest of your surroundings. Whoever was keeping you put you in a dark room doused in red lighting. Windows speckled the walls parallel to you while a large grand door took up the one opposite. Every surface appeared ominous, drenched in shadows. Obsidian carpet dusted the floor. You were thankful for that aspect since you’d been positioned on your knees. That foamy layer was the only thing sparing your joints from soreness right now.

Furniture was sparse throughout this place. A large sectional couch with thick seats sat in one corner while what looked to be a small kitchenette took up another. It seemed like a guest house; though, you didn’t see any makings of a bedroom. Perhaps it was located in the alcove you couldn’t see to your left.

Near the entrance stood a mirror. Through its reflective pane you were able to see your situation and the position of your limbs despite the stiffness in your neck.

You were bound at the wrists with restraints that tied to your ankles. They connected back to the wall behind you as well. That was how you managed to stay upright even while unconscious. Thankfully, all of your clothes had been kept on. Despite the bruising and blood on your face, you couldn’t see or feel any signs of other injuries.

Still, these factors didn’t answer any questions.

Your memories were returning to you, slowly and one at a time, but building a bigger picture nonetheless. This morning you’d woken up at the same time you always did. You went through the usual steps of your routine before walking to work. A man had catcalled you on your way. When you’d told him to fuck off, he called you a ‘stupid stuck-up bitch’ in return. You remembered fishing your phone out, jotting down a sentence in your notes app about doing a story on street harassment at some point in the future.

Earlier in the day, gray clouds had masked the sky as water drizzled down like half-hearted tears. When you arrived at the dreary office complex that constituted your workplace, you strolled right into the elevator and stood silently. Two men entered after you, crowding your smaller frame towards the back. They spoke as if you weren’t even there and carried on their conversation about potential solutions to the problem that was their wives not putting out enough since having babies number two and three.

Another note. A potential investigative report into marital rape.

When the doors in front of you had finally parted, you squeezed between the two sets of broad shoulders to freedom. You made your way through the array of desks ahead and found your own towards the back corner of the room. Right away, you slipped your phone into the drawer before booting up the computer. Those other stories could wait. The one you were working on today blew both out of the water.

You had clicked on the little folder in the top right corner of the screen. The one with no label. A slew of documents popped up across your screen. Faked financial forms, criminal records, suppressed victim statements, old news clippings. And your itinerary with one last interview lined up for tonight at 8 pm. 

The final nail in the coffins that you built for Satoru Gojo and Ryomen Sukuna.

It would be the last piece of evidence you needed on the two leaders of the worst crime families in this city. An exclusive account with a former member of the Gojo Clan who worked closely with Sukuna’s circle on their shared endeavors and was now turning on them both as he fled for his life? This would make your career.

No longer would this paper have you reporting on the lower rungs of the crime beat. With all the work you’d done for this, your editor would be forced to acknowledge your talent and dedication. You’d be given good stories that would help innocent people and make actual change. You wouldn’t have to interview burnt out cops or clueless onlookers about a car accident. With Satoru Gojo and Ryomen Sukuna’s collective downfall as a mark on your resume, you would do so much more.

Finally, you would be a real journalist.

The rest of the day had been pretty mundane if you remembered correctly. You’d spent most of your hours writing the beginning of your article and then prepping for the interview later.

The interview…

You’d been on your way to that when the memories stopped. The sky was already dark when you left the building. Golden streetlights glowed every twenty feet or so along your path. You remembered running your questions through your head as you walked, preparing for the possibility that you’d have to talk this guy back into sharing if he started getting cold feet.

Someone had called out to you though. It startled you. That you remembered. You didn’t see anyone else on the street, but that deep tone hailed you all the same. He hadn’t said your name. It’d just been something vague like lady or miss. Clearly not anyone who knew you.

But you looked in that direction all the same. Your eyes met a shadowy figure before pain radiated through your entire face.

Then everything went dark.

The most obvious conclusion to you now was that this had something to do with your scheduled interview. But you figured if that were the case, your body would already be floating through some river by now. Such was the fate of those who came too close to toppling the house of cards.

Something similar happened to the last guy who tried to expose the Yakuza syndicates. It was a few years ago, but you didn’t forget. How could you? He’d sat at the desk closest to your left. You could still remember his pudgy face and thick glasses.

Even worse, you could still remember the photos of him strung up in that slaughter house.

Well… at least you weren’t strung up yet. Bound and bruised maybe, but that didn’t mean certain death. After all, this was a pretty nice room to keep someone in for the sole purpose of execution.

The thoughts swirling through your head soon came to an end as you heard muffled voices outside the room. They started out barely noticeable but grew louder as seconds ticked on. You had just enough time to mentally brace yourself before that large door opened.

Two men entered the room. Your eyelids were still a bit heavy, but you didn’t need 20/20 vision to recognize them.

Standing next to each other, the pair looked like polar opposites. Both were muscular, but one was lean and the other bulky. Both wore designer t-shirts, but the lean one sported black while the bulky one chose white. Both of them looked at you like an apex predator, but the one in black with piercing blue eyes and the other in white with smoldering red.

Satoru Gojo & Ryomen Sukuna.

Your heart stopped beating in your chest. As if lifted by mere survival instinct, your eyes no longer gave you trouble. You could see in clear view as the two men approached you. An unnerving smile claimed Satoru’s face. The arrogance was there on Sukuna as well, just a much more muted version of it.

“Good. She’s awake now,” you heard Sukuna’s deep voice rumble. “She’s been passed out for a few hours.”

“I bet. Poor thing’s probably tired. Looks like your guys roughed her up a bit,” Satoru said, his lips turning into an exaggerated frown.

Your eyes flitted between the two of them. They didn’t have any weapons that you could see. Maybe you’d be spared for a little while longer.

“What… what’s going on?” you asked, struck by how raspy your own voice sounded.

The two of them looked at you, taking in your haggard appearance along with the will to survive you still possessed.

Satoru grinned impossibly wider.

“Awww, that’s how you know she’s a good little reporter. Already asking questions,” he teased.

His hand stretched out towards you as if he wanted to pat you on the head like you were a prized pup. Instead, you wrenched away like a wounded animal. You tried to escape his touch with such force that you nearly toppled over. He simply laughed at your close call, but another strong grip on your shoulder spared you from faceplanting.

Nausea rolled through you at the sudden touch. Never in your life had you wanted to crawl out of your own skin so badly. Sukuna’s palm was warm but rough. Something someone might mistake for human if they didn’t know the kind of man it belonged to. You looked up at him through your lashes. Unlike Satoru, he didn’t wear a teasing smirk or hold any amusement in his eyes.

“Let go of me,” you whimpered. You hated how weak your voice sounded. It came out scared and desperate, which to be fair, you were both. You just didn’t want it to be so obvious. But something about Sukuna stripped you bare, shattered your usual methods of concealment.

“Quiet,” he said. 

To your surprise, his fingers released your bicep, giving you a second of peace. But that was only so they could grab your jaw instead. The calloused tips dug into your cheeks. There was no pulling away now.

Satoru clicked his tongue. “You’re gonna learn real quick that you wanna be nice to me, sweetheart. I’m much more friendly than him.”

While held still, Satoru fished a white cloth from his pocket. He brought it to your face, wiping the tacky blood off your nose and lips before tossing it onto a nearby table.

Despite his minor kindness, you chose to ignore all that his statement implied. In your mind, both of them were equally horrible, and you didn’t want to get to know them well enough to discern which of the two was slightly less evil.

At work, you were forced to look at pictures of them constantly. Their cocky grins and intense stares filled the paper. You had to flip through page after page of stories about their scandalous escapades or legal dramas to get to your pieces at the back. 

You loathed it. 

Everyone in this city knew they were dirty. All of you knew that they made their money from the blood of others, that they stayed in power by shooting down any competition. But somehow everyone came to an agreement that you would all pretend they were just typical elite socialites. That their money came from their established bloodlines and that they kept it up through skillful investments.

You’d been so close to unraveling the lies. But it didn’t matter anymore. Not right now anyways. All you could do in this moment was survive. And to do that, you decided to focus on the more serious member of the duo. You figured he would give a better chance at getting out of here. Or at least a way of reaching a destination without so much drawn out anticipation.

“Where am I?” you asked.

Another brief moment of silence went by. Your question remained unanswered.

“Why are you keeping me here?” you tried.

“You really don’t know?” Sukuna said. The words sounded rough and scratchy, but his cadence was so smooth it sickened you. “You’re a clever girl. I’m sure you have some idea.”

You shook your head.

With your face held in place by Sukuna’s strong hand, Satoru reached out and actually managed to sweep his palm over your head. And not just once. He took advantage of your predicament and pet you several times, smiling at the grimace that overtook your features.

“Come on. Don’t insult us. We know you’re smarter than that,” he teased. “You’d have to be to find out all that you did.”

“How did you-” you started to ask. You’d been so careful. You secured every connection, terminated every unnecessary history of contact, kept all your information as private as possible. They couldn’t have traced you, so how did they know?

“It doesn’t matter how,” Satoru said.

“I was careful! I-”

“You were so careful, you didn’t think that it was possible we might have a few of your coworkers on our payrolls?” Sukuna interjected.

Fury, anguish, and humiliation rushed through you all at once because, no, you hadn’t considered that. You’d never entertained the idea that any of the people you worked with would sell you out. No part of you regarded any of them as paragons of journalism, but some optimistic shred of your psyche had refused to even contemplate that idea.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Satoru said, taking clear enjoyment from your faith in the world being shattered.”Your boss couldn’t have been more willing to give you up. He let us know all about your little story a few weeks ago.”

That reveal stung even worse. The past few weeks, all the nights you stayed late, all the hours you spent poring over documents and trying to find people willing to talk, all for nothing. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if that interview you’d been heading to had been set up under the supervision of one of them.

You tried to stifle any further dismay, not wanting to give them any more satisfaction. You should’ve known asking how was futile. You had to change your angle, focus on the relevant information. They had discovered your intentions to go after them. Now you just had to look for a way to survive.

Internally, you tried to contemplate your current options. Really only two came to mind. Comply or deny. Neither sounded appealing, but you decided on the one you believed would speed things along.

“So what? Why am I even here? You killed my story already. There’s nothing else I can do,” you said. You fought with your vocal chords to keep your words even, to appear some kind of tough.

“Do you think we really believe you’ll just let this go?” Sukuna asked in return.

“We know you won’t accept a pay off. You’re way too honest for that. And a few vague threats won’t do the trick either,” Satoru said, squatting down to be eye level with you. “But-”

“Why haven’t you just killed me then?” you asked, cutting Satoru off. Your eyes stayed angled at Sukuna.

For the first time, your defiance seemingly got under his skin. It cracked the cocky exterior he’d so carefully crafted with each word he spoke. That sparkle in his eyes dulled a little bit. 

Before you could really register it, his hand darted for your face again. He wormed his long fingers underneath the thickness of Sukuna’s palm, flexing off the other hand. With a small jerk, you were looking at him again.

“What’d I say about being nice?” he asked. The words weren’t overtly angry. Impatient, low and tense sounding, but not angry. Not yet.

You didn’t dignify the question with a verbal response. Without even breaking your harsh glare towards him, you spit. Your saliva flew across the small gap between your faces and struck his cheek. The clear glob landed right below his eye. You almost flinched at the contact, so certain a volatile reaction from him would follow. But it didn’t. Instead, that sparkle flickered again. Amusement glowed at the center of his irises once more.

With a quiet chuckle, he wiped your spit from his cheek. He then brought those same saliva-coated fingers to his mouth and popped them inside, cleaning them of your fluids. 

Your face twisted into a grimace. You couldn’t recall seeing something more repulsive in your entire life. That made him laugh.

“You’re disgusting,” you said.

“And you’re so cute,” he teased, pulling you back in his direction.

On his other side, Sukuna tilted your chin upwards. He didn’t interject to help you, didn’t bother pulling Satoru back. He just watched as the other man leaned forward, brushing his nose along the shell of your ear before nipping at the lobe.

Your eyes squeezed shut, and you tried to pull away. Satoru’s tongue slid from between his lips to trace a path down your neck. He kissed along the thumping artery in your neck, his lips pressing against your skin in time with the strong pulse.

“We have other uses for you,” Sukuna answered your original question, his grip on your neck still firm. “You’re much more valuable to us alive than dead.”

Uses. The word sent a chill down your spine.

“I’d never do anything to help the two of you,” you said.

He chuckled, deep and raspy, not at all concerned with your protest. “That’s not your decision, little one.”

A rush of involuntary heat flooded your body following the term of endearment. You refused to acknowledge it. Your body was just confused by the objectively pleasant touches. 

His hand slipped around to the back of your neck as he crouched to be level with you too. He gave the sensitive flesh there a squeeze. You had limited mobility with your limbs bound, but you still tried squirming away from Satoru’s wandering mouth.

Upon feeling you recoil, Sukuna’s hold tightened further, like an owner’s grasp on the scruff of their puppy’s neck.

“Just tell me what you want. You don’t have to torture me first,” you whimpered.

“Oh c’mon, princess. Does this really feel like torture?” Satoru cooed with a final kiss to your cheek. He pulled back to look into your eyes. Despite the softness in his voice, he still looked so fucking smug. You hated it.

“What do you want from me?” you tried again. 

While you could put up a good fight, you found your resistance breaking down pretty quickly under the constant touching. Half of you trembled with visceral hatred, pure revulsion at the feeling of their skin on your body. But the other half, the one you wouldn’t admit to if you could help it, felt something closer to frustration welling up because they were teasing. They weren’t giving you any real satisfaction.

Everything was too much, and you just wanted away from them. The contradictory mix of emotions was making your head pound and your chest ache. You closed your eyes tight again, hoping that maybe if you believed it enough, this would turn out to be some sick nightmare, and you’d wake up alone in your own bed.

“All we need from you is your cooperation. Be a good girl and listen,” Sukuna said. He gave the nape of your neck another squeeze, his nails digging into the delicate skin.

Your eyes opened again, connecting with his red ones. They gleamed so bright it looked as though actual rubies had been embedded into his sockets. 

At the same time, Satoru ducked in again to lay some more kisses upon your throat. His hands settled on your waist, smoothing up and down your soft curves. Every time they lowered, you could feel them pushing the line, testing how far they could delve beneath the hem of your shirt before you gave a severe reaction.

“You know this feels good,” Satoru murmured between kisses.

“No it doesn’t,” you said.

He chuckled at that, not letting up in the slightest. With a soft, disapproving click of his tongue, he tutted at you. “You’re lying. You can say you don’t like it all you want, but your body betrays you. Your skin is getting all warm, you’re squirming, and I bet… if I were to feel right here, you’d be all nice and wet for me,” he whispered as his right set of fingers slid between your legs, pressing on the seam of your slacks.

You jolted in surprise. A small squeal bursted from your lips at the sudden pressure there. You tried clenching your legs shut without losing balance, but it didn’t matter. His lithe digits continued sliding back and forth unobstructed.

Against your will, you whimpered. You couldn’t help it. He was stroking you just right, and as much as you hated it, it felt fucking good. His fingertips coasted over your pulsing clit and massaged your entrance where you already knew, true to his inference, you were starting to drip.

Drawing your attention back to him, Sukuna’s other hand came up to cup your jaw. His thumb landed on the seam of your lips before nudging its way in.

“Try to bite, and we’ll both lose a finger,” he warned.

You didn’t even entertain the possibility that he could be bluffing. If you caused the slightest bit of pain to his thumb, you were certain he’d inflict ten times as much onto you. So you did nothing. You felt the warm thickness of it on your tongue, felt the calloused pad against your soft muscle.

He pulled it back and forth a bit, in and out, testing you. In all honesty, you didn’t find yourself wanting to bite. Rather, your lips closed around his thumb with more purpose, actively accepting the digit instead of loosely allowing it.

“There you go,” he praised. “You already know what to do.”

Nausea bubbled up in the back of your throat again, but it was short lived, overpowered by the muted bliss Satoru was stroking into you down below. You let your eyes droop closed and even laved your tongue on his digit. 

It was slowly setting in that you weren’t going to get out of this. You figured the next best thing would probably be playing nice until another opportunity for escape arose.

Seconds later, you felt warm breath puffing against the side of your throat unoccupied by Satoru’s mouth. Little chills broke out over your skin. His other hand fell from the back of your neck, down your spine to the small of your back. He pulled you a little closer to the both of them. As close as he could while you were still restrained.

“You don’t have to admit you like it, little one. Just stop fighting. Let it happen.”

With that, he moved in on your neck too. He was rougher than Satoru. His teeth scraped over your sensitive flesh before his mouth latched onto a specific patch of skin. He bit it. Not just a little tantalizing nip. An actual bite. You gasped, tilting your head back and inadvertently giving them more access.

The bite on your neck wasn’t hard enough to draw blood, but it was sure to leave a mark. He started with just that one before continuing with a series of more down towards your shoulder.

Despite this, Satoru remained relatively gentle. He worked in the opposite direction, heading up towards your lips. His eyes rose to be level with yours. That same cocky attitude glimmered within.

“Still think I’m disgusting?” he asked.

“Repulsive even,” you replied.

“Let’s see if I can get you to think of some other big words to describe me,” he said, ducking in to connect his mouth with yours.

At first, your body tensed. You stiffened up under his touch. But in a matter of moments, you slowly began to kiss back. Your lips tentatively mimicked his movements before you found yourself settling into a rhythm. He was still vile, but his kisses maybe weren’t so bad…

With Satoru occupying most of your attention, you didn’t notice Sukuna’s hands falling away or his mouth receding from your marked-up neck. Your eyes were shut while making out, so you also didn’t see him stand up. You didn’t catch him undoing his fly and dropping his pants either.

The first indication of his changed position you got was the fat leaky tip of his cock nudging your cheek.

Reluctantly, you disconnected from Satoru’s mouth, turning your head to eye the interruption. As it came into your view, you had to make a conscious effort not to let your brows raise to the ceiling. In all your life, you’d never seen a guy so big. Not only was his shaft long, but it was so fucking thick. Your mind wasn’t even concerned with who it belonged to right now. You could only watch in awe as his fist slid up and down, stroking it with a tight grip.

Satoru didn’t seem as phased as you. He grabbed the other man’s cock without hesitation, eliciting a sharp hiss from him.

You watched as he gave it a couple strokes of his own while rising to his feet. It was only a few before Sukuna pried his hand away with a strong grip on his wrist.

“Watch it,” he warned, similar to the tone he used with you.

“Cool it, big guy. You’re just as bad as her. Acting like you don’t like something that obviously feels good,” he teased.

You were sure if anyone else had said that, they wouldn’t get the chance to speak like that again. But Sukuna only scowled at him before reaching for your head. He pulled you in closer, looking down at your wide eyes as his dick slid across the side of your face. 

He rubbed it across one of your cheeks, then the other. His eyes took in every little reaction you had. The small crinkles of discomfort, the shuddery breaths of desire. He took his time, toying and teasing before he actually brought it before your lips, so close that a few beads of precum smeared on your bottom lip.

“Wha- what do you want me to do?” you said. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t know. It was that you didn’t think you could.

For the first time, he laughed. And it wasn’t like Satoru’s. Nothing about the sound was lighthearted or fun. It was a deep, sadistic rumble. A sound that was the final many heard before they met their end.

“What does it look like I want you to do? Open that pretty mouth and suck it,” he said. The hand on the back of your head moved you in closer, slipping the tip just past your lips. “Same rules as before: you try biting, and I’ll make the slaughterhouse seem like a fantasy.”

You hadn’t planned on resisting anyways, but after hearing that, all the fight seeped out of your body. At first, you didn’t put much effort in either. You just kind of sat there on your haunches, letting him do as he pleased.

He pushed his hips forward. His cock slid into your mouth inch by inch. It was only a second or two before you felt his head starting to nudge the back of your throat. The urge to gag pricked at you, but you tried your hardest to suppress it.

You squeezed your eyes shut while keeping your jaw loose and your fists clenched. He rocked in and out of the warm embrace your throat provided.

Even with your eyes closed, you still sensed Satoru’s presence. His spindly fingers caressed the top of your head and trailed along your temple. A touch probably intended to be soothing, but one that came across to you as teasing.

Following a few more shallow thrusts, you felt a tug at the back of your head. It was too jerky to be Satoru. Your eyes opened to find those same red eyes staring down at you again, a lecherous grin spread across Sukuna’s mouth.

“Trying to make me do all the work?” he said. “You’re still as a corpse down there. If I wanted to fuck one of those, I would’ve killed you.”

You tried mumbling out a sorry, but around the dick in your mouth, the word was incoherent. He didn’t need to give further direction. You began lightly bobbing your head. The movements started off tentative, as if you were still figuring out how to move at all, but slowly, you found your rhythm.

Your eyes closed again, but this time not as tight. Like his thumb before, his cock served as a distraction. You didn’t have to think right now. Didn’t have to worry about how you would get out of this. Didn’t have to ruminate over how you would day get revenge. All you had to do was work on taking his dick farther and farther down your throat with each push of your head.

“Atta girl…” he mumbled from above.

A slow exhale blew from your nostrils. His relaxed tone eased your nerves as well. The pace at which you sucked became more languid. Your head swooped closer to his pelvis more fluidly. Saliva oozed from your mouth, thoroughly coating his length and your chin.

In the midst of losing yourself to the task at hand, a whisper broke through your bubble.

“Gonna untie you now, princess, so we can both play with you.” Satoru’s breath fanned against your ear as he spoke. “You better behave. I won’t mind chasing you down, but I don’t think it’ll be as fun for you,” he said as his fingers came around back to free your arms from their bindings.

The ties fell loose and dropped to the floor. Instantly, you brought your wrists to your chests, massaging the skin that felt raw from the rough material of the restraints. You swiveled them to get the blood flowing normal again all while still flicking your tongue against the ridge of Sukuna’s tip.

You heard him choke out a groan before pulling you off, a ragged breath spilling from his lungs. At the same time, you sucked air in. You took in all that you could while your airway wasn’t obstructed.

“Fuck… that’s a good girl,” he praised. You again ignored the heat that flashed through your lower abdomen.

Your eyes opened again, your lids feeling a little weighted this time around. They both came into your view. Sukuna’s cock hung between you and him, shining with your saliva and dripping pearly precum from the head. On the other side, Satoru also had his dick out now. He stroked it in your direction. It was also impressive in size, long and thick enough to make your mouth water, but after seeing the monster between Sukuna’s thighs, you didn’t feel apprehensive.

“Cute… she already looks a little cockdrunk, and she’s only had you,” he said.

Less patient than his counterpart, Satoru yanked your head closer and sheathed himself entirely inside your mouth in one go. You actually gagged this time around, globs of your spit leaking from your mouth as your eyes watered. Your hands flew up to his thighs in an attempt to brace yourself, but he kept you as close as possible, your nose nestled against the swath of coarse white hair.

You could hear them both laugh a bit and say something back and forth to one another, though specifics evaded your ears. Sweet humiliation floods your veins at the sounds. Satoru keeps you in place, not moving while throbbing in your mouth.

Although Sukuna had explicitly said no biting, he never said anything about your nails. You dug them into the meat of Satoru’s thighs as hard as you could, until the pale skin turned pink with little crescent markings.

Instead of hissing in pain and ripping you off of him, Satoru moaned. His hips bucked forward, lodging his shaft so deep in your throat you actually thought you were at risk of choking and dying. Your vision faded and noises grew distant.

Just as you thought you were about to lose consciousness, he tugged you backwards. Not all the way off his dick, far enough that you were still drooling on the tip as oxygen came back to you. The clear fluid oozed from between your lips like a leaky faucet.

“There we go. That’s better,” he hummed before easing your mouth on him again.

You took some initiative, hoping that might spare you from another close call with blacking out. Your tongue slithered over his veins as you’d done for Sukuna. The other man in question who was reaching out to stroke your head.

“Don’t forget about me,” he teased, nudging his hips at you a bit.

Your hand came up without thinking. You wrapped your fingers around his thicker shaft and began stroking it at a rhythm a bit slower than the one your mouth moved at. It seemed to satisfy him. He didn’t say anything else, nor did he make a move to handle you.

Satoru did however.

Your mouth’s smooth pace only staved off his enthusiasm for so long. Before you knew it, each of those large hands came to rest on either side of your head. They held you in place, held you still so he could take over the motions.

He wasn’t too rough at first, gentle as someone could be while fucking your face. His thrusts remained shallow and even. You kept your focus on twisting your hand around Sukuna’s length. You couldn’t see what you were actually doing, but as large as he was, there wasn’t really a chance of losing him.

As the pleasure started to build for Satoru, he got a little faster, a tad overeager. He wasn’t ramming his dick down your throat, but he was starting to move faster. You could barely keep up with it. It was intoxicating in a way; left you feeling lightheaded and spun out of order.

We have other uses for you. Sukuna’s earlier statement echoed through your mind again. They definitely were using you. Satoru rutted against your mouth as though it was a toy crafted just for him, and Sukuna watched the skilled swivel of your fingers like it would be eternal.

You lost track of time down on your knees.

You weren’t quite sure how long you’d been down there by the time Satoru was stepping back and letting his cock drop from between your lips. Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like you were so eager to see what else they had in store for you.

Your eyes cracked open again. You hadn’t realized they’d even shut. The first thing in your line of sight was Satoru’s shaft, still hard and flushed and soaked with your saliva. From there, your pupils rose, gazing upon the two grins above.

Satoru reached out to pet your head, and this time you didn’t pull away in the slightest. Instead, your head leaned into the tender touch, nuzzled at the palm providing you a sliver of comfort.

“That’s it. You’re coming around,” he cooed. “We just have to break you in a little.”

His voice actually sounded kind of nice when it wasn’t polluted by that arrogant lilt. It hit your ears all smooth and soft, like a steady stream of champagne poured into a glass.

Almost a polar opposite, Sukuna spoke from beside him.

“Get her up. Move over there,” he said, tilting his head in the direction of the couches.

“You got it,” Satoru said in a sing-song tone.

He gave your head one more caress before ducking around back to untie your ankles. The restraints came apart quickly under his nimble fingers. After they slipped off, you felt the same relief flood your feet that you’d felt earlier in your hands.

He scooped you up off the ground, cradling you in his arms like a bride. Despite being leaner than Sukuna, he didn’t lack any strength. He moved with the same fluidity that he’d entered the room with.

Under normal circumstances, you would have fought him every step of the way. Each step would have seen you kicking and squirming, trying to get him to drop you just so you could scramble to freedom. But in all honesty, you were in no condition to scramble. Being on your knees so long had left them feeling like jello. You doubted you could successfully make the short trip to the couch let alone bolt through an unfamiliar house in an unfamiliar area.

Upon reaching the luxurious seats, Satoru sat down and put you in his lap, another move you would have protested if you didn’t feel so off balance right now. He held you to his chest, stroking down your neck and onto your shoulders. Sukuna sat one cushion over from the two of you.

Without saying anything, he took your legs into his lap. You just watched, unsure of his intentions. But all that came of the move was the soothing feeling of his thick fingers massaging your calves one at a time.

All you could do was blink. You weren’t sure what you’d been expecting, but that wasn’t it. His digits dug into your muscle with obvious strength, but it wasn’t at all painful. If anything it felt nice, like an aid to your circulation after being bound for hours on end. You just couldn’t comprehend why he would want to do it.

Breaking you from your confusion, Satoru whispered in your ear, “Let’s get you out of this dirty thing.”

At first, you didn’t know what he meant. However, upon looking down, you realized the front of your shirt had become stained with both blood and saliva. It was in rough shape, much worse condition than when you’d put it on this morning for work.

You didn’t really try to stop him from pulling it off your body. It would be pointless. Instead, you remained motionless as he slid each of your arms from the sleeves and guided it off your torso. The fabric’s absence sent a small shiver through you.

He brought the shirt up, using it as a makeshift cloth to cleanse your face of any remaining spit from your jaw.

“So pretty even when you’re all messy,” he praised quietly, dropping the garment to the floor beside the couch.

You assumed your bra would be the next thing to go, but Satoru’s fingers targeted the button on your slacks instead. He popped the silver out of place and slid the zipper down before shimmying you out of them. Again, with your current lack of strength in your legs, the process went easy, like removing clothes from a doll.

“You’re being so good right now. Keep it up, and you’re really gonna like it here,” Sukuna said while continuing his slow massage on your legs.

For a split second, that sentence triggered your journalistic instincts that you thought Satoru’s cock had knocked out of your head. You’re gonna like it here. So they were planning to keep you around. This wouldn’t be a one thing. They weren’t sending you out with a bang. It was as Satoru had said. They were breaking you in.

You didn’t really understand why. The trouble of keeping you prisoner didn’t seem worth the spoils they gained from it. At least in your mind.

Reading the confusion written all over your face, Sukuna’s palms slid up to your thighs. He tugged you down a little bit. You shifted from Satoru’s lap to the cool material of the couch, leaving only your head on his thigh.

The large hands spread your legs apart. Another shudder coursed through your body. You felt completely vulnerable in this position, like a small puppy caught between two wolves, your soft belly left exposed for their sharp claws and teeth.

Though nothing so ghastly happened. Sukuna’s fingertips continued to ghost over your inner thighs and hips, the touch feather-light.

“You have something to say?” he said.

But you shook your head.

“You do,” he continued. “Come on. I won’t bite. Not again anyway.”

“I just… so you’re really not gonna kill me?” you said, your voice wary.

“We already told you we weren’t,” Satoru chided from above, his hand stroking your cheek.

“But why? What’s the point? Why would you keep a loose end?” you asked. You knew you should probably shut up. Why argue against your own survival? But the innate curiosity inside of you craved an answer.

“You won’t be a loose end,” Sukuna said. “You’ll be under lock and key here. There won’t be any risk of you getting loose.”

His hands began to push your thighs up against your sides. Heat flooded your cheeks. The position left you totally exposed in the most compromising way. You wanted to ask why; although, you had a hunch, but you figured they may begin to grow annoyed with your questions.

He could tell you weren’t satisfied.

“You may not understand why, but killing you would be such a waste. You’re smart, calculating, and you’re not bad to look at,” he said. 

One of his thumbs began to graze the center of your panties, eliciting a gasp from you. Up and down, the pad of his digit traced from your slit up to your clit.

“You’ll be nice to have around, a good little stress reliever. And when you’ve proven yourself enough, you’ll be useful to the business as well,” he went on, completely matter-of-fact.

“I don’t want to-” you started to whimper. But he cut you off with a swat between your legs.

“What did I tell you? It’s not up to you. Would you rather end up like the last guy?”

You shook your head again.

“Good. So don’t worry about that for now. Keep being a good girl, and we’ll talk about it more later,” he said.

His fingers hooked around your panties, beginning to tug them down your legs. You squirmed in response; both the cool air hitting your most sensitive spot and the idea of him seeing all of you like this making you anxious. Your thighs tried to close on instinct, but he blocked that and kept you open to his eyes.

“Ah-ah. Behave,” he tutted.

He pulled your panties the rest of the way off without incident. His eyes trained on your now revealed pussy like it was prey.

“You really are pretty,” he said. “I’ll have to get a taste later.”

Later. A part of you was almost disappointed. But before you had time to register that disappointment, his fingers swiped through your folds.

You gasped softly. His digits caressed over the slick skin with an exploratory touch, gauging how wet you were.

At the same time, Satoru’s fingers slid beneath your bra straps. The smooth pads of his finger tips also ventured South as they coasted towards your breasts. He squeezed them under the material of the cups. His thumb and index finger toyed with your nipple for a second before undoing the clasp in front so it could end up pooled with your shirt on the floor.

“You’re gonna take both of us,” Sukuna said as his fingers glided across your entrance.

“At the same time?” you squeaked.

“Not today,” Satoru teased. He leaned forward, smiling upside down at you.

“We don’t wanna ruin you right away,” Sukuna added.

You wondered what exactly not ruining you would entail, but you didn’t have to wait long. Seconds later those thick fingers receded from your cunt and tapped your hip.

“On all fours. Facing me.”

You followed the order as though you were being timed, flipping over and swiveling around. Satoru rewarded your new position with a firm smack to your ass. You bit your lip in shame. Neither of them needed to hear the embarrassing sound that wanted out of your mouth.

The sound of ruffling clothes came from behind you. Probably Satoru removing his shirt. You didn’t make an effort to find out for certain. It was only background noise to the man in front of you.

He held your jaw in the palm of his hand. With a bit more pressure, you were sure he could crush the bones there. But he didn’t. He just kept you still, watching every little reaction on your face.

You felt Satoru line up behind you. It was obvious when he started to push in. Your brows furrowed. Your lips rounded out into a little ‘o.’ Even though his girth hadn’t made you gawk, it still stretched you a little as he worked himself all the way inside.

A small squeak forced itself from between your lips as he bottomed out and his silky tip bumped your cervix.

“Good girl,” Sukuna purred from in front of you. “Just keep holding still.”

The deep timbre of his voice had your insides fluttering. Your walls massaged Satoru’s shaft with every little contraction.

He groaned from behind you. “Fuck… she’s tight,” he sighed as he began to rock his hips.

You moaned, the motion of him unsheathing himself from you almost as nice as when he filled you up completely. He started off at a slow pace, back and forth in a nice steady rhythm, striking deep with every thrust. Your breaths grew shaky, and your fingers clutched the cushion beneath you.

It was only a matter of moments before he started to speed up. He wasn’t jackhammering yet, but he was on the road there. His pelvis slapped against your ass in quick succession, the sound beginning to echo in the dark room. You bit your lip while letting yourself adjust. If not for Sukuna’s palm below your chin, you had no doubt your head would be hanging by now.

He just continued looking down at you, scarlet eyes baring into your very soul, making absolutely sure you got no break.

“You’re taking it so well, letting him get you all warmed up for me,” he praised.

Your body shuddered. You could only imagine what Sukuna would feel like. Thicker than Satoru but just as long. Would he handle you like this? Would he go harder or slower? Would he cum quick or last until you were begging for mercy. You supposed it wasn’t really worth thinking about. You’d find out once Satoru finished, and given how often he was moaning back there, you had a hunch that would be sooner rather than later.

You kind of wished you could see his face — how that pretty pale skin flushed with desire, how those dark pupils dilated within the eerie blue irises. After how he’d humiliated you, you wanted to see the proof of his desperation as well. But the sounds would have to suffice. Them and his increasingly tight grasp on your hips.

His arms vibrated with the strength it took to hold on, to not cum too soon. He clearly wanted to savor you a bit more before relinquishing you to the other man’s hands. Your back arched like a cat’s as his strokes brought you more and more pleasure with every blow.

The change in your posture prompted him to swivel his hips, to find a new angle that could brush against something else. He found what he sought in no time at all. Your toes curled and your eyes rolled back as he slammed against that sweet spot within you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimpered before you could stop yourself.

An annoying, breathy chuckle came from behind. “Right there, huh? That’s where you like it?”

Reluctantly, you nodded. To your surprise, he didn’t say anything else to mock you. He just kept drilling into you like his life depended on it.

The both of you started to pant. Your arms wobbled underneath you, barely able to support yourself upright. You knew you were fast approaching your own release alongside Satoru.

Sukuna released your jaw, and that was when you let yourself collapse. Your arms buckled, and your cheek squished against the couch. Satoru held you in place there, pounding into you even harder than he had been before.

You came first. It crashed over you in a sudden wave. You choked out a whine, your body tensing up under him as the bliss rolled through you. And he just kept going.

He had better stamina than you’d expected. You whimpered and squirmed beneath him, hoping he’d hit his high soon and let you get some relief. But he continued to hammer into you without hesitation.

Only when he’d battered you firmly into the depths of overstimulation did he finally let himself go. He slammed all the way in and shot rope after rope of sticky, hot release into you. It was a good thing you were on the pill. Not that they had bothered to ask. But really, why would they? You doubted they would be concerned about any potential problem that arose from this. They were in the business of making things — people — go away.

With a sigh, Satoru eased himself out of you. He gave you a pat on the hip before sinking back into the couch and pushing his now damp white hair out of his face.

You didn’t get the same chance at relaxation.

Before you could even roll onto your side, Sukuna had his fingers around your wrist. With a tug, he guided you into his lap. He’d sat down since letting you go. He’d also taken his shirt off, allowing you a clear look at his sculpted figure. Your hazy eyes raked along the muscles covered in scars and tattoos.

He laughed quietly at your obvious interest. His large hands took each of your thighs and spread them over his lap so that you were straddling him. It was nice in a way, to be maneuvered so gently. To be positioned like a doll, not having to exert any effort yourself. In the past, you would’ve thought it’d be something you hate. But in this situation, it didn’t feel so bad.

His hand splayed across your chest next. It kept you upright and looking at him.

“You look so pretty. Like you can barely remember your own name,” he mocked, a grin slowly spreading on his face.

The hand that wasn’t propped on your chest slipped down between your legs to grab his cock. He angled it upwards, dragging the head over your folds a few times, nudging it against your skin without actually entering. You squirmed a little at the feeling, slightly in discomfort but mostly in wanting what was being offered.

“Calm down. You’re gonna get used to this in no time,” he said. Threat or promise, you couldn’t really tell.

You were completely soaked between your thighs. The combination of your own arousal mixed with Satoru’s cum leaking out of you left a mess, but it had you slick enough that he slipped inside without issue.

Your eyes widened. It wasn’t just his size or the stretch but also the overstimulation that had your nails digging into his bicep. Strangled whines erupted from you as a weird, sweet sting settled in your center. He hushed you, the hand from your waist running up and down your back while he pushed his hips up.

“Shhh shh shhh, you’re a good girl, remember? You’ll get used to it,” he said, a sinister smirk across his face.

You squeezed your eyes shut, nearly doubling over from that tone alone. The physical sensation truly wasn’t that bad. Not as bad as you expected anyways. With a few deep breaths, you found yourself more comfortable. He was doing all of the work. It was just that fact that this was happening at all that knocked the wind out of you.

He continued to slide you all the way down on his dick. Once you were settled against his lap, ass flush against his thighs, he let you sit there for a minute. You stayed motionless on top of him, just taking in the raw feeling of him tucked inside you.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked. You looked up at him, at that fucking smile. “Think you can ride it for me?” he said.

You knew he was mocking, and you wanted to say yes, just out of spite. You wanted to push yourself up and bounce on his dick till he was moaning for you just like Satoru had been. But the fact that you could barely find the energy to get any response out told you that wasn’t a realistic possibility. So you shook your head no.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. He tugged you close to him. Your upper body landed against his chest with a small thud. “But that’s ok. You don’t have to do anything. Just let me take care of it.”

He grabbed your hips and began lifting them up and down on himself with ease. His hips also rocked up into you from below. And you just let it happen like he told you to.

Your eyes drooped close and your grip on his arm became weaker. He was much quieter than Satoru, barely making any noise at all compared to the other man’s near-constant moaning and groaning. But you were quieter this time around too. Maybe it was the lingering effect of Satoru. Maybe your adrenaline was wearing off. But despite the pleasure swirling in your lower half, you felt almost floaty. Your brain felt like it had melted down into a small puddle that was slowly leaking from your ears.

“You’re gonna be a perfect fit around here,” he rasped. The words almost sounded divine, whispered into your ear from the heavens. “You might act up a little at first, but I know how to handle a brat. And you’re already showing how good you can be.”

It got no response out of you. You were in no shape to argue or disagree.

That didn’t matter to him though. He slammed up into you harder, getting a sharp gasp from you.

“I’m gonna have fun getting you to crack,” he said.

At that, you whimpered. If this was how it felt, there was a good chance you’d have fun too.

He kept thrusting up into you, pumping his own cock into your slick hole where Satoru had already spilled himself. You couldn’t keep track of how long it took for him to reach the peak too. Everything was in a fog right now. You heard yourself moaning, felt him fucking into you, but everything was distant. It was possible you came again, but overstimulation gave you a constant high so you couldn’t really tell.

But before you knew it, his breaths became heavier. His chest puffed against you at a quicker rate. His balls smacked against your ass with more force. You turned your face against his chest. You knew the end was near but every sense you had was so overwhelmed you could barely stand it.

He came with a quiet groan. The most noise he’d made the entire time. He fucked the warm fluid into you in the same way Satoru had. Maybe they’d shared someone before.

For a few minutes after finishing, he just sat there basking in the afterglow with you melted on top of him.

But then you felt a cool hand on your back. One that didn’t belong to Sukuna. Your eyes opened to find Satoru next to the both of you.

“Hey, princess. You ready for a nap?” he teased.

You whined and went to shove his face away even though, in truth, the answer was undoubtedly yes.

He just laughed, catching your hand and pulling your arm around his shoulder. Sukuna squeezed your hip before lifting you off of him completely and allowing Satoru to scoop you up like he had before.

“You did good for the first time. Let Satoru help you, and get some rest,” he said. He stood up, reaching for his clothes scattered around the floor.

You didn’t get the chance to say anything before Satoru was walking away with you in his arms. Lazily looking around, you saw he brought you into a small bedroom, just off the alcove next to where you’d been tied up.

He placed you on the bed gently and walked away to grab something. You watched as he grabbed a small towel before returning to you. With gentle hands, he cleaned up the mess between your legs. 

He confused you. Well really, they both did. While he was seemingly the more mean of the two, the one who’d tease and mock, the one who’d pound you into the couch without care for how it affected you, he was also the one coddling you, caring for you as though you were made of glass.

And Sukuna. Apparently he was the rough one, the least tolerant of bullshit, the one who’d threaten you about biting but mark up your neck like he was a wild animal, he’d been relatively gentle while you were on top of him.

It left you with a lot of questions, but you had the mental capacity for none of them right now.

“See, it’s not so bad here,” Satoru said while tending to you. “I’m sure you won’t love it right away, but you really will be a good fit soon enough.”

You stayed quiet at that. Whatever job they had planned for you after having their fun, you didn’t want to know. You couldn’t imagine doing something so polar opposite of everything you stood for. But would you give up your survival if that was the cost of refusing? You weren’t sure.

Soon enough, Satoru had wiped you thoroughly enough. He discarded the towel and smiled down at you for a second. His fingers came out and ran just along the bruise on your eye.

“I’ll bring you some ice for that. Just try to get some sleep for now. When you wake up, I’ll have them bring you some dinner. And we’ll be back to check on you later,” he said with a grin.

You didn’t bother asking who “they” were or where he and Sukuna were going or what they would do next. All would be pointless questions, and all you wanted to do now was sleep. You could think of a different angle for this when you woke up. But for now, you let your eyes close as the main door to the place shut. Vaguely, you heard the lock click into place.

[eeboyysworld]

teacher’s pet

Genre: smut

Seo in-woo X male!reader

Contains/Warnings: Teacher and student (reader is 18) ,bottom reader, sub!top Seo in-woo , rough, face fucking , semi-public sex.

Your teacher was a strange man, having caught his eyes lingering on you too many times than a responsible teacher should be doing. You could never admit it to your classmates and friends, but ..he was cute. And you may have been pushing his buttons lately, riling him up on purpose just to see his reaction.

It was only a matter of time before he would snap , losing all control at the flirtatious looks you sent him, carefully licking up a lollipop, pink tongue darting between plump lips as you eye his form.

Exhaling at the memory , watching birds chirp in the morning light , a cigarette layed between his lips, bringing hands up to light it. ..Ah, he must of ran out of fuel. Sighing through his nose, ‘great’ .

Watching the man lean against the schools wall, you fumble for your own lighter, happily skipping to the distress teacher. “ sir-“ flinching at the sound of your voice, his own reply fast .” Oh- ..” few seconds passes as he just stared at you before snapping out of it.”-uhm ..aren’t you suppose to be in class?” Smiling as you ignore the question,holding out the lighter in your palm.

Surprise fluttered across the man’s face, snatching the cold object out your hand, flickering the top up, the fire emitting. Blowing the smoke, tilting sideways as to not hit your face. Stammering on his words,” ah.. t-thank you.” Mentally scolding himself as you grin mischievously. Your finger sidling its way in between the cigarette, taking a long inhale before blowing it upwards.

Flushing at the close contact, eyes wide locked onto your lips before catching your eye,trying to be professional. “S-smoking with a teacher isn’t ..- really acceptable.” If that didn’t make you burst out laughing, popping your lips into a ‘o’ ,snuggling closer to the flustered man. Finger still attached to the burning cigarette ,as you pushed it between his lips.

“And.. having the hots for a student isn’t acceptable?” Whispering into his ear , lips just grazing the lobe before nipping at it. Maybe you crossed the line.. maybe the both of you did.

Not expecting it as the older man gripped your hips, harshly pulling you into an empty classroom. Shoving your body on top of a desk, his hand finding it’s way in your inner thigh. “ Please..” he had a look in his eyes, pleading for you.Intertwining your hands together, teasing him. “ Please what ..?”

Shaking ever so slightly, mumbling.” Let me touch you..” You liked your men starving for your attention.. and he was extremely willing to do anything for you.

“Mm-!” You had the man writhing, licking up his heavy length, curious kitten licks before swallowing him whole. Flinching at the sudden warmth, hands shaking as he hesitantly reached for your lock of hair, before ultimately giving in. Gripping the plush locks as you slowly started to bob your head.

Teeth grazing his tip that was leaking pre-cum, happily lapping up the wetness.Seeing the older man completely at your mercy made you coon inside.

Looking straight up at him, hair messy , lips glazed with his mess,” Fuck my face-“ he could cum right then and there.Gulping he asked if you were sure , to which you reply by mouthing his hard on.

The hands on your head gripped harder, hastily moving in and out your mouth, going faster and faster, the tip hitting the back of your throat.

The only thing you could do was moan around him, slobber making it easier to fuck your face faster. On one particular thrust did you gag, leaving the man to slow down a bit, cradling your jaw, “ Your doing so good for me beautiful boy..” catching breath, nodding at the words, mouth wide open and ready, hands finding his thighs.

Nothing but ragged groans and the sound of skin on skin echoed the empty room, knowing you guys can get caught was exciting to you. Finding the presentable teacher all teary eyes ,mouth open as whimpers left him. All because of your skilled mouth.

Hips stuttering as nonsense splattered out his lips, knowing he was close, repeatedly swallowing as your tongue swirled. “Shit— i-imm c-close..”

Popping off , arm coming up to jerk him to release, arching as you make eye contact. “ On my face-“ he couldn’t ever deny you, not when you looked so pretty for him.

Lips parted as his eyes watched his cream drip down your face to the collar, your finger smearing it down to your lips. His cock twitching at the sight.

Standing up,pulling the trembling man into your embrace, biting down his lip before kissing into him harshly.

“ Will I get good grades after this?”

A/N ; This movie was so sad but he looked soooso fine I couldn’t help myself

Ik he whimpers when it’s in 🤗

[coldfanbou]

Kinkcember 26: Cucking

So, considering I failed Kinkcember by not doing every day. I'll be breaking other rules I had, at the very least, to make this more enjoyable for me. So that means some more repeating idols and kinks. Anyway, enjoy cucking G!P Mina.

Length 2K

Dahyun X Mreader with cuck Mina.

You finish tying Mina to the chair; she gives you a shy smile as you pull back and look at your work. “You’re going to watch.” You say, staring at Mina, who looks a little more than confused at your words. You said I could have another woman for a night. Well, you’re going to watch it happen. “Tonight is when I’m doing it.” Mina had forgotten all about it. Her mouth hung open as you jogged her memory; she had gone out with friends and ended up cheating on you when she got too drunk. To repent, she had said you could fuck any woman you wanted to in an attempt to make it even.

You motion to the door, and in walks a young woman. Her pale skin was striking against her black dress. She waved to Mina with a smirk. Mina recognized the young woman as someone from her work she had heard had a crush on you. She wracked her brain to remember the name. “Hi, unnie!” The young woman said as she stood beside you. You take a step behind her and move your hands around her waist. 

“You remember Dahyun, right? Isn’t she pretty?” You say, moving your hand along Dahyun’s body, her breathing sharpening as your hand moves across her chest, the tender squeezing of her breast enough to elicit a moan. “She’s going to be the one I’m with.”

You undress the young woman, pulling off the thin straps of her dress. Dahyun looks over her shoulder to stare at you, unable to hide her soft smile. She cups her breasts, covering her nipples from your view. You snake your hands between Dahyun’s and her body, “Let me see you, Dahyun,” She gives you a slight nod and allows you to pull her hands away; Dahyun’s small, perky breasts feel the cool air. You look over her shoulder, staring at her pink buds as you squeeze her breasts. She never imagined that she would be having such an experience, certainly not in front of your girlfriend. Dahyun’s sole focus was on what you were doing to her body. You had one of her breasts in your hand, your finger circling her nipple, making it turn hard. You flicked the tiny nub, bringing more pleasure to the young woman. Dahyun squirmed, grinding against you. You stare at Mina, her cock throbbing as she watches you play with Dahyun. 

Mina struggles against her restraints; She wants to touch herself, to stroke her cock, but she can’t. She purses her lips, her mind running through ways to get involved. You see Mina furrow her brow; you huff before pressing your lips against Dahyun’s porcelain skin. Dahyun’s groans grow a little louder, flooding Mina’s ears. 

You thrust into Dahyun, listening to her moan as you slowly drag your cock out of her pink cunt. The young woman arches her back, pushing her chest out toward you. Dahyun reaches out for you, wanting to bring your head to her chest, but you keep away from her for now. Holding onto her tiny waist, you slam yourself inside Dahyun. “you’re so big,” Dahyun blurts out as you push inside her again. You grunt, enjoying the tight hold her walls have over you. You glance over at Mina, seeing the lost expression on her face. She had stopped struggling against her bindings and remained seated. Without so much as a touch, she was leaking precum over herself. The most she was able to do was rub her legs together as she watched you fuck Dahyun. 

The younger woman is paying no attention to Mina, entirely focused on you, etching the feeling of your cock stirring her insides into her memory. As you slip your finger over her clit, Dahyun gasps, the shock from your touch making her legs tingle. Dahyun’s eyes fluttered as she pressed her back against you. Already on the verge of cumming, she bit her lip, weak hums filling her mouth as her body claps against yours. You run your finger over her clit, moving quickly in small circles. The young woman whimpers, her body tensing as she gets ready to explode. You press your lips against Dahyun’s neck, marking her milky skin with a hickey. “Cum for me, Dahyun,” you whisper into her ear. 

“Ahh!” Dahyun whines, her walls tightening around your cock as you continue thrusting into her warm core. Dahyun’s juices spray out, splattering onto Mina’s legs. Your girlfriend strains against her restraints, wanting nothing else but to be involved in the action. You pull Dahyun back, laying her down on the bed before walking over to Mina.

“Don’t look so pathetic. You’re not getting involved, Mina. You agreed to this, remember?” You felt vindicated in your actions; her betrayal still stung, but seeing her be so needy made this so much better. You squish her cheeks as you hold her face, “Are you going to cheat on me again?” She shakes her head violently. Mina opens her mouth to speak, but you cut her off. “Are you going to be a good girl?” Her mouth stays open as she nods.

“Please…” Mina mumbles, craving your touch. She tries to reach out for your hand, but the restraints keep her in place.

“You don’t get to ask for anything.” You grunt before letting her go and heading back to Dahyun. You turn Dahyun’s body, making sure you’re facing Mina as you fuck the younger woman. You position yourself between Dahyun’s legs, her heavy breathing slowly down as she raises her head and smiles at you. She reaches down, spreading her full lips apart. She didn’t care that she was being used now; she was happy to be with you, even if it would be for a moment. 

“Please, put it in,” she says through deep breaths. You grab your cock, rubbing the head against her entrance for a brief second before pushing back inside the warm hole. Dahyun cranes her neck, letting out a long exhale as you fill her again. Her head hangs over the edge of the bed; she stares at Mina with a look of pure ecstasy on her face. You hold onto Dahyun’s tiny waist as you begin thrusting; her walls hold you tightly, practically sucking you back in. You lean in and run your tongue between her small mounds, lapping at her sweat. Dahyun shivers, the cool air directly hitting her skin as you lap at her body. Grabbing onto her legs, you wrap them around your waist. Dahyun gleefully accepts the movement, using her feet to push you further into her cunt. 

You glance at Mina, still as needy as before, taking in the sight before her with hunger. You were getting close to cumming. Dahyun could feel it, too. The throbbing of your cock was pushing her over the edge, her mind filling with thoughts of being pumped full of your cum. “Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me,” she repeats, wrapping her arms around your neck. You weren’t going to disappoint Dahyun; you knew Mina would lose it seeing you fill another woman with semen that was rightfully hers. 

You make a show of it, grunting loudly as you slam yourself into Dahyun’s hungry cunt. Dahyun could only moan as she felt the tip of your cock smack against her womb. She shut her eyes and cried out as you made her cum again. A moment later, she arched her back, her body tensing as your cum poured into her awaiting womb. She couldn’t control herself, Dahyun's eyes became half-lidded, and her tongue stuck out of her mouth. The lustful look provoked Mina to rock her chair back and forth as she witnessed you fill the beautiful woman. You thrust into Dahyun slowly, letting her walls milk you of the last of your load before you unwrapped her legs and pulled out. “C’mon Dahyun, we’re not done yet.” You tell her, lifting her off her feet and laying her against Mina. 

Dahyun’s head rested on the older woman’s shoulder as you held her waist, keeping her standing. Dahyun needed the assistance, too weak to keep herself standing. Mina could feel the heat coming from the young woman’s body. She looked at you as you put yourself back inside Dahyun’s messy cunt. “I bet you wish this were you,” Dahyun murmurs into Mina’s ear, moaning softly as she feels your cock stretching her again. The beautiful woman whispering these things into her ear, along with Dahyun’s sweaty body rubbing against her own, was becoming too much for Mina. She bucked her hips desperately, wanting to be touched by either one of you. You both denied her, though; you kept your hands firmly on Dahyun’s waist, digging into her soft flesh while Dahyun touched everywhere but her cock. She knew perfectly well what she was doing. 

Dahyun ran her hands down the older woman’s sides before moving back up her stomach and pinching Mina’s nipples. “He feels so good. I can feel his big cock throbbing inside me again.” She moans, giving Mina a mental image. You continued your thrusts as Dahyun teased your girlfriend. Mina groaned, wanting more from her, but Dahyun wouldn’t give it to her. Mina thrust her hips wanting Dahyun to touch her cock, but Dahyun would pull her hand away every time. “Beg for it,” Dahyun ordered. 

“Please! Touch me, fuck me, anything!” Mina cried out, pouting as she begged for you. Dahyun shook her head, stopping her teasing as she felt your grip tighten. She pushed her ass back against you, letting you go as deep as possible. You bury yourself inside Dahyun, your cum flowing into her womb again as you have a stronger climax. Dahyun’’s body is pressed against Mina’s, giving her cock its first and only touch. You pump Dahyun full of your cum before pulling out, letting your semen drip onto the floor before an idea strikes you. You pull Dahyun back, setting her on the bed before untying Mina.

You pull on her hair, keeping her in the chair, “Your punishment will be over once you clean up Dahyun, and only then. Understood.” Mina nods quickly, and you push her onto the floor, making her crawl to Dahyun. The tired woman spreads her legs slowly, her cunt a creamy mess, your constant thrusting having turned your first load into a frothy mess. Mina stares at Dahyun’s cunt before turning to you. With a slight nod, Mina turns back to Dahyun and digs in, dragging her tongue along the woman’s sore cunt. 

The taste lingers on Mina’s tongue as she goes back in for more, her cock twitching each time. “That’s a good girl,” you say softly as you put your hand on the back of Mina’s head, pushing her forward. You keep her there, forcing her to eat your cum straight from the young woman’s pussy before letting go. Mina pulls back, her mouth covered in a thin layer of semen and slick. “Keep going, you’re not done yet.” You tell her. Mina nods slightly and returns to Dahyun’s slit, lapping at it until she finishes cleaning the young woman.

The experience leaves Mina wanting more and deciding that her punishment is over. You give Mina what she wants, fucking her until she’s out cold. Dahyun lingered in your bed, snuggling against you as Mina lays face down, cum oozing from her gaping ass. “Did I do a good job?”

“You did a great job, Dahyun. All your teasing really got to Mina. It wouldn’t be so bad to keep you around for more.” Dahyun smiled as she heard that. 

“Really? Do you mean it?”

“No promises, but we’ll see what happens.” You tell her, spanking her ass before making her straddle you. “I know what you want, and as thanks, you can have it.”

Dahyun's smile grows even wider, and she rises off you, grabbing your cock and slipping it back inside her cunt before laying her head on your chest. “I love this, thank you.” She says softly before shutting her eyes and drifting off to sleep with your cock inside her.