"These pants have gotten too tight," Simon said, trying to close the buttons on his favourite pair of pants.
"Lose weight then," you mumbled, doing your hair in the bathroom mirror.
You paused, looking up at yourself. Your eyebrows furrow.
"Wait. Why did I say that?"
"You're right," Simon answered glumly. As you looked at him, you could see him looking at himself in the mirror, a big frown on his face.
"No, I didn't mean it!" you tried to argue.
"I'll lose weight right now." Slowly he lifted his shirt up over his stomach to show you the ribs now peeking through his skin.
"No... No...!" you muttered in your sleep, rolling around on the bed.
You were clearly in distress, mouth open and eyes squeezed together tightly. Simon knew what nightmares felt like, how real they could appear and so he just gently tucked you back in and brushed his hand up and down your arms.
(Y/N) is still getting used to pregnancy, but telling her lovers about it slipped her mind.
Takes place sometime after the Entertainment District Arc (and Kyojuro lived!).
Author's Note:
The Giyuu one-shot is coming, I promise💔 I also have a Sanemi or Obanai coming up soon (I haven't figured out which one to write)!
(Y/N) groaned, setting the laundry basket down beside her as she leaned forward, her hands on her knees. "You're getting heavier," she mumbled, rubbing her stomach. The baby inside her was barely visible at the moment, but she knew they were in there. "You better not come out as an overly fat baby, okay?" (Y/N) gave her tummy a couple of pats before beginning to throw the mix of damp clothes and sheets over the clothing line.
"(Y/N)!" Makio shouted, waving as she ran towards her wife. "You need help? I finished cleaning the engawa and we still have time before Hinatsuru finishes dinner."
(Y/N) nodded. "If you don't mind! There's not much since we don't have to clean Lord Tengen's uniform after every mission any more!"
"Oh, you don't know how much money we're gonna waste on his new outfits now that he doesn't where his uniform." Makio sighed, stretching the sheets over the line.
The two fell into a rhythm of small talk, sharing a few laughs over Tengen's antics and Suma's whining. They both fantasized about Hinatsuru's cooking, practically drooling over their daydream.
But their chatter was interrupted by a wave of fatigue washing over (Y/N).
"Hey, you alright?" Makio asked, her voice softening. "We're just about done if you wanna go back inside now..."
(Y/N) let out a sigh. "Yeah, that sounds good... Speaking of food, I definitely need to eat something..."
"Makio! (Y/N)!" Suma called out. "Hinatsuru finished dinner! We're having fugu-sashi and sake!" she cheered.
Makio rolled her eyes before taking hold of (Y/N)'s hand. "That means Lord Tengen chose tonight's meal. We can never catch a break with that man!"
~
"Thank you for dinner, Hinatsuru!" Suma squeaked, shoveling more and more rice into her bowl.
Hinatsuru smiled, her cheeks turning pink. "It was nothing, really."
(Y/N) sat next to Tengen, holding up his bowl as he got his share of food. It was difficult with only one hand, but he was managing just fine with the beautiful lady beside him helping.
"If you eat that much, your muscles will get softer faster, especially now that you don't train." Makio scoffed, taking smaller portions of their meal in comparison to Tengen's (and Suma's).
"Hey!" Tengen barked. "I'm still recovering! Cut me some slack! I'll go back to training after a few more weeks!"
As Makio and Tengen threw half-hearted insults at each other (and poor Suma being caught in the crossfire), Hinatsuru inched closer to (Y/N).
"Aren't you hungry?" she asked, her voice gentle in comparison to their other partners. "I know you want to help Lord Tengen with his meal, but shouldn't you get your own serving now? With Makio and Tengen arguing like cats and dogs, you have plenty of time to start eating before Lord Tengen needs you."
(Y/N) looked down at her stomach then back up at Hinatsuru. "I'll eat whatever is left after dinner tonight," she smiled. "I don't think fish and sake is very good for the baby, so I'll just eat little bits of it."
It didn't take Tengen's superhearing to hear that.
"What was that?" Tengen asked.
(Y/N) raised a brow. "What was what?"
"Fish and sake isn't good for the what?"
"The baby?" (Y/N) frowned a little. "I thought this was pretty common knowledge."
Tengen's eyes went to the wives and the wives glanced at each other. The four of them silently communicated something before their gaze traveled to (Y/N)'s stomach.
"You're pregnant." Tengen stated instead of asked, but he sounded almost hesitant.
(Y/N) scanned over all of her partners' faces. "Yes?"
"Since when?!" Makio slammed her hands on the table.
"We let you do all those chores alone!" Suma cried. "We're terrible lovers!"
"Why didn't you tell us?!" Hinatsuru demanded. "If I had known, I wouldn't have prepared this for tonight's dinner!"
"How far along are you?!" Tengen shook his head. "And how long were you planning to keep this a secret?"
(Y/N) paused, tilting her head. "Didn't you know?"
"No!" all four of them yelled. They immediately scrambled away from the table with Tengen scooping up (Y/N) into both arms. Despite losing a hand, his strength was still present.
"You're not doing anything until our baby is here, got it?!" Tengen almost hissed, carrying her to their shared bedroom.
"I'll go find a doctor to check on her," Makio called out, nearly tripping over her yukata as she tried to slip on her sandals. "Or is Lady Kocho a better option?! Dammit, I'll find someone!"
"I'm gonna make something else for dinner!" Hinatsuru cleared the table, disposing of the meal that would no longer be eaten. "Something that's nutritious for Mama and Baby!"
Suma bounced around nervously in the center of the room, trying to figure what to do. "Wait! Hinatsuru! Let me help!"
~
"Caw! Caw! A letter! A letter from Tengen Uzui!" Nijimaru announced.
Kyojuro held out his hands, catching the rolled up letter. "Thank you, little friend!" He held up his forearm, allowing Tengen's crow to land on him. "You must have traveled far! Feel free to rest for a moment!" He set Nijimaru down next to his own crow, Kaname, on the engawa, unraveling the letter. He read over the words slowly as to not miss a single word.
"Brother?" Senjuro peeked out from his room. He sat down next to Kyojuro, breaking a piece of bread off from the loaf to give to the crows. "Who's that from?"
"Hah! What wonderful news!" Kyojuro laughed. He crossed his arms over his chest, puffing his chest out. "The Uzui family is expecting! One of his wives is pregnant!"
Senjuro frowned. "Which one?"
"I don't know! He didn't say! The letter seemed rushed! Or maybe he has to use his bad hand!" Kyojuro let out another laugh before a sharp pain shot through his abdomen.
"Brother!" Senjuro moved closer, supporting Kyojuro's side. "You're still recovering!"
Kyojuro nodded, pushing himself back upright. "Forget my injuries for a moment! I am going to be an uncle!"
giyū had agreed to go with you to the hot springs. partly because his back hurt from training and mainly because he’s always liked you from afar—his social skills, however, peaked somewhere around awkwardly standing near you. still, when you’d asked, he said yes without thinking too hard about it.
never in his life had the water hashira imagined he’d end up neck-deep in steaming water, your legs looped around his waist. your skin, wet and hot, kept slipping against his; not helped by the fact that your breasts were awkwardly flattened against his chest, rubbing every time he adjusted his hold on you so neither of you lost balance. steam blurred everything outside your little pocket of heat, but not enough to hide how flushed he was. blessedly, the water and mist did that for him; his whole face was red, but he could pretend it was just from the temperature.
he thought vaguely that his back didn’t hurt anymore.
your chins are rested against each other’s shoulders in an intimate tableau, the kind that—if he had a spare thought to process—would’ve turned him into stone. this had to be a dream. strangely, he could feel everything. heartbeats knocking into each other like they were trying to find a rhythm. and lower, where you were joined, the tight squeeze of your velvety walls pulsing like a second heartbeat. maybe he was dreaming. he hoped not. but if he was, he didn’t want to wake up.
“is this a dream?” giyū murmured, lips brushed the space just beneath your ear. you traced a line down his spine, feeling the hard muscle twitch beneath your fingertips.
“mhm. i think so.”
“oh, okay,” emboldened, he pressed a tender kiss there. “then we don’t have to worry about kanroji seeing us.”
“wha-?”
a high, startled shriek echoed from behind the rocks.
Malleus would be truly happy to find out that you like his tail and scales. You celebrate the very traits in him that others consider too inhuman. Oh, it fills his heart with a kind of happiness Malleus hadn't even known existed.
To you, and you alone, Malleus would be willing to reveal more of his dragon-like traits. You might notice that his hair was combed back more often and his tail was visible.
Malleus would also definitely wrap his tail around your leg whenever possible... It would make him truly happy. Malleus would enjoy the feeling of being loved rather than feared.
seungcheol!namorado + leitora ♡ smut [18+ menores não interajam] #avisos: sexo desprotegido, semi publico [banheiro], power control, seungcheol doido de ciúmes, orgasm control, orgasm denial, dry humping, sexo bruto, humilhação & degradação! menção a anal. changbin é seu personal.
contexto da putaria: seu namorado perde um pouco muito o controle quando vai te buscar na academia e vê o personal babando em você
você sabe que seungcheol trabalha pra caralho, e tenta entender a situação, mas é frustrante. cansa ter o jantar interrompido por ligações, cansa planejar tudo e as vezes nem chegar a ter o jantar. você é sim uma namorada compreensiva, só que, porra, é frustrante pra caralho!
quando finalmente termina de reclamar sozinha pro espelho, você decide criar coragem para ir a academia, tinha desistido de ir no momento em que marcou cinema com seu namorado, porém como o filho da puta cancelou, ao menos descontaria sua raiva no supino.
“olha quem deu o ar da graça!” seu personal brinca ao te ver.
“não fode changbin, vim semana passada.”
“sim, veio na terça e faltou o resto da semana.” ele não mente, mas em sua defesa você ao menos repetia os exercícios que ele te passava pra fazer em casa sempre que recebia um ‘ei, bin, vou ter que faltar hoje’
uma das vantagens de ter um namorado que te banca é sem dúvidas o horário da academia, o ambiente vazio com apenas você, o seu personal, e mais duas esposas troféu no máximo ali.
e esse é um dos motivos pelo qual você não se importa nenhum pouco com o comprimento da sua roupa, o shortinho minúsculo com um pedacinho da bunda de fora é quase uniforme já. changbin é um homem hetero? sim. flerta com você as vezes? sim. já deixou bem claro que não ligaria de ser seu amante? inúmeras vezes.
mas você só tem olhos pro seu namorado.
e seungcheol sabe disso, contudo isso não impede do sangue subir pra cabeça (de cima) quando ele entra na academia pra te buscar de surpresa e vê changbin encarando sua bunda descaradamente, chega a ser patético assistir o cara babando num pedaço de pele exposta. ele até pensa em fazer uma cena, em gritar com o personal no meio de todo mundo, ameaçar arrancar os olhos ou qualquer coisa do tipo.
mas respira fundo e vai em direção ao banheiro feminino.
quando o treino finalmente acaba, você só pensa no quanto precisa tomar um banho, ajeita a bolsa na pia e começa a se despir, mas antes de entrar em qualquer cabine, sente uma mão te agarrando por trás.
“PORRA, SEUNGCHEOL! me assustou caralho.”
ele não te responde, só te vira de frente, encostando seu corpo na parede fria e te beija com raiva, um beijo molhado, bagunçado, cheio de ciúmes. e quando ele se afasta, você percebe nitidamente o olhar dele, possessivo, raivoso.
“ele encarando sua bunda igual um cachorro no cio e você não fez nada, porra.” justifica antes mesmo que você questione.
“ele quem, seungcheol?” pergunta, meio dissimulada obviamente, sabe bem de quem seu namorado esta falando porque também notou os olhares, só não liga o suficiente, changbin não é o primeiro nem o último cara a te desejar.
“não se faz, porra. tô falando do changbin.” não grita, seungcheol nunca foi o tipo de cara que grita com você, mas ele claramente tá puto.”o cara só faltou enfiar a cara na sua bunda.”
"desencana, cheol, ele só tava vendo se o exercicio tava sendo bem executado." provoca.
e ele sabe, sabe que você ta provocando, sabe que changbin nunca vai te tocar, ainda sim, ele se irrita. sem dizer nada, se aproxima de novo, vira seu rosto pro ladinho com delicadeza, e começa a dar mordidinhas nada leves no seu pescoço, você sabe que vai ficar marcado, contudo tem curiosidade de saber até onde a ceninha de ciúmes vai.
“ele tava só corrigindo sua postura, né?”
“isso vida, totalmente profissional, até parece que ele pensa em um dia me comer.” ri, provocando mais ainda, a voz enjoadinha fazendo seu namorado enlouquecer.
ele solta um riso baixo, e você sabe que tá fodida, “sou eu quem vou corrigir essa sua postura de puta”
o beijo é bruto, estalado, você sente que vai ser devorada a qualquer momento, os dentes se batendo, o corpo grande te cobrindo por completo e te dominando, mal nota quando o seu shortinho desce, mas tem certeza que o tapa forte na sua bunda ecoou para o lado de fora do banheiro.
“vai, amor? como?” o cinismo na sua voz fazendo o mais velho travar o maxilar.
seungcheol rosna, pressionando o pau duro contra a sua bunda, ainda vestido. sua calcinha vai parar no chão, junto com o shortinho minúsculo, e você escuta o farfalhar de roupas do seu namorado.
“cruza as pernas.” você não entende muito bem, mas obedece, cruzando as pernas ainda em pé, como ele pediu.
no inicio, você pensa que seu namorado vai te comer sem qualquer preparação, te fazendo sentir o ardorzinho gostoso quando sua buceta precisa se acostumar com o pau grosso. mas o que ele faz é pior, a piroca babenta começa a se esfregar no vãozinho das suas pernas, se melando entre a sua coxa.
“c-cheol-”
“cala a boca!” sequer te deixa terminar, sabendo que você vai pedir pra ele te socar fundo, arrombar seu buraquinho, e ele se conhece o suficiente pra saber que não vai conseguir negar.
o pau grosso continua se esfregando em você, sujando suas pernas e fazendo você choramingar em frustração. seu namorado também geme, usando suas coxas como se fosse seu buraquinho, roçando o pau ali em luxúria, com ainda mais tesão em te ver choramingar.
a mão pesada vai pra dentro da sua blusa, apertando o biquinho do seu peito, dando beliscões, enquanto ele faz questão de deixar chupões e mordidas pelo seu pescoço.
“p-por favor” você resmunga, o tesão chega a causar dor física, ter cheol se esfregando nas suas pernas dessa forma pode ser considerado tortura.
ele solta uma risada de escárnio contra o seu pescoço, o cacete grosso latejando no meio das suas coxas. no fundo, seungcheol quer o mesmo que você, mas ele não vai te dar isso assim.
“você acha o que? que vou ver você se oferecendo igual puta pro seu personal e vou te comer? só porque você é uma piranha que precisa de pau pra viver?”
“c-cheol” choraminga de novo, a ponta dos dedos dele tocando sua virilha, o pau dele nas suas coxas, nem ao menos perto de onde você realmente precisa.
é nítido que a essa altura o prazer dele é ver você se humilhando.
“essa sua vozinha de puta patética não vai me fazer te comer.” volta a agarrar seu peito, deixando um beliscão no mamilo direito até você soltar um gritinho, o pau pegajoso na sua coxa, te sentindo tremer. “biscate!” a mão firme puxa seu cabelo.
você morde os lábios, tentando não gemer, tentando não se humilhar mais ainda, mas sente que se ele não te comer ali você pode literalmente explodir de tesão, a respiração pesada da raiva fazendo sua buceta aguar cada vez mais.
ele ri, levando o dedo pro meio das suas pernas, brincando com o líquido pegajoso ali, fazendo suas penas cederem. “toda babada, putinha carente”
nem você percebe que está se esfregando sozinha no pau no meio das suas pernas, mas sente quando seu namorado abre elas de forma bruta.
e ele encaixa a cabecinha do cacete em você, te fazendo manhar de novo, pedindo por favor, implorando pra receber pica. “só vou meter porque eu preciso gozar. você tá proibida, entendeu?” mordisca sua orelha pra silabar firme. “proibida.”
você assente, burrinha demais pra discordar, não se importando em ser usada para o prazer do seu homem.
e quando seu namorado entra, de uma só vez, é impossível não sentir o impacto do corpo firme empurrando o seu. o pau grosso te abrindo na marra, te fazendo aguentar tudinho. ele te estoca com tanta força que seu corpo perde a estabilidade, te fazendo se agarrar na pia, na tentativa meio falha de se manter em pé. a piroca molhada fazendo barulho junto aos corpos suados, sua buceta se esticando ao redor do caralho grosso te punindo.
“minha, porra!” ele rosna, seu corpo balançando a cada vez que o caralho duro te abre mais.
o ritmo é punitivo, arrombando você sem calma, te fazendo levar cada centímetro da piroca até o talo, e você só consegue gemer, completamente perdida no pau grosso te empalando, na cara de puto do seu namorado te comendo.
“essa buceta é minha.”
seungcheol te come sem pena, você sabe que isso vai te deixar mais dolorida do que qualquer treino. sabe que as marcas do sexo bruto vão ficar na sua pele, e isso só te excita cada segundo mais, a ideia do seu homem te usando como depósito te fazendo delirar.
“vou gozar em você. meu buraquinho favorito.” a fala transbordando posse.
o orgasmo atinge seungcheol com força, ele te fodendo completamente descontrolado, esporrando dentro de uma forma meio animal, o líquido branco e espesso sujando você por inteira enquanto ele diminui a velocidade.
você segue sem gozar, obedecendo a ordem que ele te deu minutos atrás. e quando ele finalmente se recupera, o pau lambuzado do próprio esperma faz um ‘ploc’ se retirando de dentro.
“a tua sorte,” começa a subir a calça. “é que eu não tenho uma buceta de bolso aqui, ou eu faria questão de enfiar no seu cuzinho pra foder ele assim.”
a ideia é suja, imaginar teu namorado colocar um ‘fleshlight’ dentro de você, pra então usar é tão nojenta que chega a te dar ainda mais tesão, ser usada como mero buraco pra seungcheol te excita mais do que você gosta de admitir.
e é claro que ele percebe. vocês já estão juntos há tempo o suficiente pra saberem que combinam nessa dinâmica depravada.
“imagina só, enfiar uma porcaria dessas em você e meter bem fundo, te proibindo de me sentir.”
ele liga a torneira, jogando uma água no rosto, enquanto você segue ali, encharcada, com tesão, disposta a fazer qualquer coisa pra poder gozar. as mãos grandes dele puxam seu shortinho pra cima, te vestindo meio desajeitado, ambos cientes que em breve o esperma dele vai vazar dentro de você.
“agora você vai fazer tua melhor cara de cínica, e vai lá no changbin dizer que você se viu no espelho e esse foi o melhor treino que teve” você ameaça abrir a boca para dizer que seu personal vai saber o que aconteceu, mas seungcheol te corta. “e se fizer isso bem direitinho, em casa penso se te deixo gozar.”
e você assente. indo em direção a changbin enquanto pensa na rola do seu namorado empalando você de novo mais tarde.
you two were at a carnival together, enjoying all the sweet and savory food, as well as the crazy rides. you had just gotten out of the haunted house when it happened.
gojo, with his wandering eyes, whistled a another girl as she walked by. he did nothing to hide his interest, before smirking and looking down at you, waiting for a reaction. you sigh and pull away from his arm.
"what was that."
"that, honey, was a joke."
"well it's not very funny, is it." you double down, sighing as you cross your arms. you had grown sick of gojo's constant banter and need to make you feel bad or jealous. it was, frankly, exhausting.
"i don't get why you're being so bitter. i'm here, spending my night with you. why get upset?"
"you know exactly why i'm upset toru!" you shout, astonished by your volume. gojo is too, from the way his brows raise and his eyes widen.
"all the time, it's either making fun of me, or acting like i'm just some whore who will come back to you every time you hit me. well i'm sick of it!" you yell again. people around you turn their heads upon the scene, and you don't miss the way gojo's face reddens.
"baby, let's talk about this-"
"no, there is nothing to talk about. you know exactly what you're doing. we're done, gojo."
you turn and begin stomping away, anything just to get away from him. you'll get some friend to pick you up, whatever it takes.
suddenly, you feel his hand wrap around your wrist. you turn to find tears in his eyes, and he's wearing the same face he always does when he doesn't want you to leave.
"l-look, i know i'm an asshole, a terrible person. i know. but please, please y/n, just one more chance. i'll make it up to you."
you rip your wrist out of his grip, voice turning deathly fiery as you point a finger at him.
"you're stuck on repeat, gojo. it's always 'i promise i'll be good' and 'i'll never do it again'. the truth is you can't change, even when you want to. now leave me alone. i don't need you. i can't believe i even stayed this long." you spit before walking away.
he watches as you leave, not knowing what to do. does he be firm and try to threaten you, or try and beg for you back? it seems he'll have a while to think about it.
hugo cant stop staring at ur chest content | nsfw, afab!reader, bsf!hugo, jerking off, kinda cringy
hugo swears he’s a gentleman. well, simply, he’s never elicited any grandiose perversion. and also, he gave up swearing it because god. your tits drove him mad.
whenever he sees you in those tight, spaghetti-strap tank tops that pull taut around your chest. it was honestly funny how fast his dick would come to life in his pants. you’ll talk to him, so innocently, meanwhile he’s cataloging the colour of your bra based off the visible straps.
“—and then she said to me that he stood her up,” you finished saying whatever you were saying. it wasn’t like hugo was paying attention.
he was only thinking about the fact that he needed to jerk off. cause god, his dick was so hard it was hurting him.
so of course, when he got home, he’d do exactly that. his hand wrapping around his impatiently throbbing dick, head lolled back as soft whimpers escaped his mouth. he wished it was your hand. or the space between your tits. or your mouth.
merde . . .
his tip twitched, his core flexed abruptly, and he slightly hunched over as he came all over himself. because of you. and it shouldn’t be. god, the things he imagined whenever he jerked off to you — you’d undoubtedly hate him . . . probably. he briefly looked down at the mess he made on himself. his bottom lip jutted out slightly.
he should be cumming all over your tits instead.
the most stiffening thing is when he is over at your house. and you’re not even wearing a bra. he internally blushes. internally malfunctions. whether loose-fitting or tight-fitting, hugo knows whenever you’re not wearing a bra.
you guys would be on your couch, and hugo would be hugging a pillow on his lap that hid his pulsing erection. you’d be gesturing animatedly as you told some story, oblivious to hugo’s babbling heart (and tip). and with all the movements you were making, hugo’s pupils followed the slight jiggle of your chest. his lips made a tiny ‘o’ shape and his eyes went entirely vacant at the sight.
his thoughts blanked to a simple, repetitive boing, boing . . .
god. he needed to get himself together. think logically like he always does and not think with his dick. seriously, what the hell was wrong with him? you’re his friend.
but . . . boing, boing.
— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
a//n i dont have tits but hugo seems like a tits guy and thats hot
and he’s definitely not someone who’d give you kisses for as long as you’d like.
but maybe you had the wrong idea about your boyfriend all along.
because lately, he has been pulling you close at random times, kissing you longer than he usually does. his lips linger on yours far more times than you had verbally asked him to kiss you. it does get embarrassing sometimes to ask him for them, but really, why can’t he just take the hint?!
although, it seems you didn’t really have to ask for it anymore, because he voluntarily gives those kisses to you himself.
you pushed him away gently, a little breathless from the long time sae had your lips on his.
“what’s gotten into you?” you asked him, your head tilting a little to the side in curiosity.
sae mimicked your action, his gloved hands still on your back. he had only gotten back from training, still in his tracksuit, still a little tired, and yet he decided to come after your lips the moment he opened the door to your apartment.
“i can’t kiss my girlfriend now?”
you hit him lightly on the shoulder with a half-mocking scowl on your face. “did you do anything to put you in guilt? you’ve been very… sweet in terms of giving me kisses lately.”
sae scoffed, tracing his thumb against your back. “are you saying i have been giving an unsatisfactory performance in the past?”
“no— it’s just—”
his lips were on yours again before you could finish your sentence. there wasn’t even anything else, just his lips on yours over and over again this past week.
“sweet,” was all he said before licking his lips.
oh… oh. you get it now.
“you… it’s my lipstick, isn’t it?”
sae shrugged and let you go, leaning to the counter behind him, both arms crossed. “you changed it.”
“and you like it.” a teasing smile couldn’t help but form on your face.
he shrugged again—acting so nonchalant as if he didn’t want to taste your ‘sweet’ lips every second. “you should use it more often. buy more of it.”
Sae Itoshi doesn’t love anything more than football
…right?
Sae Itoshi was on his knees.
Thee Sae Itoshi. Was on his knees. In front of you. His teal eyes were looking up at you, tracking each of your every moves as carefully as he did back on the soccer field. He was scanning each feature, as if he could psychoanalyze what the best response for him would be. His maroon hair was perfectly messy, free for once instead of slathered in his game day gel.
He looked beautiful, which didn’t make this any easier. You loved him, yes. But you loved yourself too, and knew you deserved better than this.
You couldn’t keep up with it anymore. He was constantly abroad for games, constantly training. You saw him maybe once or twice a month. Sure you could tag along on the plane to some other country, but you had a life back at home. Let alone the fact that when you actually did see him, he barely seemed happy about it at all. You guys just weren’t compatible, not with that cold, unbothered demeanor of his. And he didn’t care about anything besides football.
So…. Yes.
You were standing here breaking up with your boyfriend of three years.
You tried to sound firm, even though your voice was trembling. He was unnaturally still. It was like watching a panther, wondering if they were about to pounce. The air around you guys was awfully heavy, and your stomach was starting to churn a bit. “Sae… I.. I don’t know what to say. I just-“
“I’ll quit football.”
“………………what?”
“I’ll quit football.” He said again. He hadn’t blinked once, his stare piercing.
You almost laughed but you were just too shocked. Was he serious? You didn’t know what to say. “What? No, you can’t do that. Are you crazy?”
“I’d be crazy if I let myself lose you.”
“Sae. You can’t quit football. You’re the best player in Japan. I don’t want you to quit.” You threw your hands to the side.
“I won’t quit if you stay with me.”
“Oh my god. This is ridiculous. First you will quit if I stay, now that’s the only way you won’t quit?” Your voice was going up a few pitches as you began feeling exasperated.
He finally blinked.
“I just don’t want to lose you. Please. Can we just work something out, please?” His fingers were lightly circling your ankle, shooting shivers all the way up your spine. You closed your eyes briefly. “Sae, stop trying to distract me. And stand up, I can’t think straight if you’re like this.”
“So you’re not breaking up with me?” He said, voice becoming less serious and more teasing by the second.
“What? I didn’t say that. We still have to talk things out.” You started backing away as he stood to his full height, approaching you with an amused look on his face.
Suddenly, he swept you off your feet, throwing you over his shoulder. Your legs dangled over his front, and you had a view of nothing but his back and the floor. You started to flail your feet. “Sae! Let me down! I said we have to talk it out!” You squealed as he continued his way toward the bedroom.
“Yeah. We’ll talk it out. We’ll talk it out real good.”
“shh, relax. it’ll feel good, i promise.” he says, slowly pushing his thick fingers into your hole. you whine at the unfamiliar feeling, huffing softly.
“i can’t believe that idiot hasn’t done this with you yet.”
it’s true that gojo had asked, you just had never said yes to him. but while gojo was energetic and messy, sukuna radiated a calm sense of control that made you feel like he wouldn’t split you open. was it wrong to want that?
“alright, stay still.” sukuna says as he positions his lubed cock to your ass. his dick is far more veinier than gojo’s, and unfortunately a little bigger as well. you almost start feeling guilty until sukuna starts pushing into you.
“shit. you a real virgin here, huh?”
you whine into the pillow as he ever so slowly pushes further. suddenly, the feeling overwhelms you and you try to squirm away, only for a firm hand to push your back down, keeping you in place.
“i said be still. use your words, woman.”
“i-it, it hurts.”
“tch, of course it does.” despite his words, he pulls out to where you are comfortable again. “better?”
“y-yeah.”
“good. such a good slut for me.”
“d-don’t call me that-“
“oh? don’t call you that?” sukuna mocks, leaning down to plant his giant hands on either side of you before whispering in your ear. “here you are, on my bed, with my cock in your ass, all while gojo thinks you’re sleeping over at a friends. that’s complete whore behavior. you can play your sweet little act all you want, it’s not gonna work on me. now spread your cheeks and take it like a good girl.”
you whimper but listen, allowing sukuna to slowly rock his hips.
“there you go. just needed daddy to tell you what to do.”
Warning: alpha x alpha & alpha x beta, non-con/dub-con, the entire family jumped in (mentioned), creampies, nsfw, vigilante reader, pseudocest/incest, uncomfy phrasings/terminology, etc.
When your ankle gets sprained during your first mission after presenting as an alpha but with you weak and vulnerable in bed the rest of your alpha-beta pack can show you just how disappointed they are you aren’t an omega by bending you over the living room couch and letting the whole pack see you as you get bitched by one of your alpha brothers, allowing the rest of the family get a turn on you till your boneless over the couch’s arm with cum dripping down your legs and cock soft and soaked between your legs.
(You still get carried to the nest though. You might end up with your face shoved into the pillows of a half-baked nest and your ass up in the air but still, you’re kissed and prodded at and babied till you wonder if it was all just some crazy hallucination.)
tags; dead dove do not eat, not proofread, cheating, breeding, corruption, light dacryphilia, praise, dub-con/non-con, reader is married to Jay, Jay kinda a douche, use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), groping, creampie, cum ring, belly bulge, quickie, reader does give birth.
"I just don't know what to do, man."
Sunghoon stared at the man next to him, head down on the bar counter with 5 empty beer bottles piling up next to his head.
Jay was here, upset and drunk out of his mind at the fact that you have received a negative pregnancy test once again. Sunghoon couldn't help but scoff to himself that instead of comforting you, he's here complaining.
"I mean.. could she be infertile?" he spoke once more, lifting his head up. "Have you considered maybe the problem is your dick?" Sunghoon replied back, raising an eyebrow whilst signalling for the bartender to pay the tab.
Jay chuckled, "Nah." His head fell back against the counter again, energy slowing draining from his body. Sunghoon let out a small sigh, glancing at the barely conscious man after paying.
A hand gripped onto Jay's shoulder, hoisting him up. "Come on, man. I'll drive you home," Sunghoon announced, wrapping an arm over his neck, ignoring the little protests of wanting to drink more.
Once they've arrived in front of the home, Sunghoon had to practically drag Jay up to the front door. He pressed on the doorbell, the ringing echoing through the luxurious house. After a few seconds, the front door opened.
Sunghoon felt his breath get taken away for a second.
You were in a beautiful silk black night gown along with a matching robe. Despite being in sleepwear, you seemed well awake, probably waiting up for Jay.
Your eyes landed onto your unconscious husband, letting out a small gasp as you stood to the side. Sunghoon took it as his signal to drag the man inside, in which you closed the door behind him.
You immediately came to your husband's aid, taking him into your own arms and leading him upstairs, presumably your room for him to sleep safely in.
Sunghoon watched your figure slowly disappear before walking into the kitchen, leaning against the counter.
Sunghoon always liked you.
He knew once he laid eyes on 'Jay's new girlfriend,' he was done for. He couldn't help but envy his friend. He clearly didn't know your worth enough, and he definitely did not know what to do with all of that. You deserved to be treated like a goddess, both in bed and out.
Maybe you weren't satisfied.. and Sunghoon wanted to be the one to satisfy you.
Light thuds became clearer and closer as Sunghoon turned his head to see you coming back downstairs. Your eyes locked for a second before you shyly turned your gaze away.
"Sorry about him, I told him not to drink too much," your soft voice interrupted the silence. Of course, Jay didn't listen to you. Sunghoon knows he would. "Should I get you something to drink? water?"
A tall glass appeared in front of him, his eyes following your movements as you filled it up, taking your spot beside him. You gently nudged the glass towards him.
He wrapped his hand around the glass, glancing at you before muttering a quiet, "Thank you," before taking a small sip. "Sorry about the bother so late at night," you apologised with that cute voice of yours that he swears is addicted to.
"Don't apologise so much. It's not your fault," he spoke up, voice low, finger tapping against the cold glass. You nodded slowly, looking in front of you as awkward silence engulfed the kitchen.
"Jay was telling me about what happened.." You glanced up at the man, ".. how are you taking it?" You let out a shaky sigh, glancing down at your fidgeting hands. "I don't know.. I'm used to it by now," you spoke before continuing, "but I feel really bad for Jay."
Sunghoon mentally rolled his eyes. "You shouldn't worry about him," "I know, but he really wants a kid, and I'm the reason he can't fulfill that wish."
God, Sunghoon really wanted to kill Jay for making you feel like this.
"How do you not know he's not the problem?" "Well, I.." He watched you trail off, realising that you've never let the thought that Jay might be the infertile one pass your mind at all.
"Are you satisfied?"
Your eyebrows knitted together, looking up at him, "What?" Sunghoon fully turned his gaze towards you, "I said, are you satisfied?" He watched your face slowly become flustered, cheeks lightly reddening and eyes darting around.
"W-Well.. the important part is that he is satisfied so that I can ge-" "That wasn't my question," Sunghoon interrupted. He didn't care if he was getting bold now. He wanted you to admit it.
He watched you as you glanced down at the counter, biting down gently against your bottom lip. He placed a hand onto your lower back, gently smoothing his hand against the soft silk.
He shifted his movements to stand behind you, crotch rubbing against the plush of your ass. His hands caged you as he leaned in, breath tickling your neck. "Tell me how he does it, baby," he whispers softly, hands resting on your waist.
You let out a small whimper, head low. "Uhm.." your voice was quiet, flustered. "He's slow.. a-and gentle.." You spoke, letting out a soft moan at the feeling of Sunghoon rolling his hips into you.
"Yeah?" He spoke back, voice low. You gave a weak nod, feeling yourself stumble a bit. His hands groped your ass through the silk fabric before rising it up to reveal your black panties. "Fuck.." He murmured under his breath, groping the skin.
"I'll show you it's not your fault," he stated, not as a request but a command. He glanced up at you with a small chuckle slipping from his lips at your reply being a mere whimper, flustered and trying so hard to not make too much noise.
His thumb grazed over the light material covering your puffy cunt before gently pressing down on it causing you to let out a mewl before bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. His fingers gripped around your wrist before dropping it down. "Let me hear those sounds, sweetheart."
Sunghoon fiddled with the waistband of your panties before sliding them down to your knees, revealing your puffy and eager cunt. He glanced down to your legs, noticing you were barely on the tip of your toes, stumbling to keep up. A smirk creeped up to his lips as he shifted you slightly to depend mostly onto the counter and his grip on your hips, feet dangling off of the floor.
His thumbs spread open your folds, allowing the cool air to hit against the warm organ, a whimper escaping your lips once again. "We don't have a lot of time, do we?" He asked, a rhetorical question as you slightly shook your head.
You heard shuffling around, including the sound of a belt unbuckling along with a zip. "You'll be able to take me, right?" Before you could even react, a moan escaped your lips at the feeling of his tip stretching you open.
His hand came around to cover your mouth, causing your hand to grip onto his wrist for support. "Fuck.. so tight.." He spread a fold open wider to enter in fully, muffled moans leaving your mouth. "It's like he never even fucked you properly.." You simply mewled in response, feeling your eyes gloss up at the stretch.
Eventually his hips finally met with your skin, you let out another moan. The feeling of being so full fogging up your brain. Jay was already big but Sunghoon was just a different level.
You let out a strangled moan, muffled by Sunghoon's hand as he gave a sharp and deep thrust, not even allowing you to get used to his length. "You just need to be fucked properly, none of that.." another thrust hit again, the sound between your skins echoing, "vanilla bullshit."
His hips met with yours repeatedly, causing ripples in your ass every time he came in contact. His other hand came up to your chest, groping your sore breasts through the silk. You felt that familiar knot form in your stomach before quickly snapping.
Sunghoon let out a groan, his forehead resting onto your shoulder, not even bothering to even pause his movements. You weren't used to this, at all and you didn't think this feeling existed. The feeling of your brain turning to complete mush.
Your head hung low, feeling yourself get drained as you came again. "Fuck..again? That quick?" Maybe Jay wasn't that good of a pleaser if you were able to cum this quick. A final moan slipped as a warm fluid filled up your womb, a small bulge forming on your lower stomach.
Both of you sat there, panting and attempting to recollect what just happened. Sunghoon eventually pulled out, glancing down at the ring your desperate pussy formed around the base of his cock. He pulled up your panties, making sure not a drop of cum leaked out.
He fixed himself up before picking you up, almost like a baby. Your head resting on his chest. One hand on the back of your head and the other on the back of your knees. You were slipping out of consciousness, having learned what being thoroughly fucked means. "Come on.." He softly said, taking you upstairs.
It had been a long 9 months after that.. incident, and you can't even stand hearing his name without intensely blushing.
Here you were, resting in the hospital bed as you watched Jay hold the newborn boy in his arms, eyes glimmering as he took in his features.
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sunghoons tall frame looms over you scowling at the sight of your pouty lips latching onto the lollipop, tongue swirling around the pink sugar, your legs swung back and forth without a care, gaze drifting from the ceiling to the walls, everywhere except him. he crosses his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging slightly.
"i don't want you talking to them," sunghoon repeats, his voice firm. "especially not heeseung. he’s not the kind of guy you should be around." he steps closer, casting a shadow over you.
"are you even listening? he seethes and you only blink up at him with that soft, clueless sweetness like you had no idea why he was upset. "get up."
"why..?"
his patience wears thin as he watches you flutter your eyelashes deliberately trying to provoke him. he's used to your antics, but today he can’t bare it, his pants are feeling uncomfortably tight.
his hand shoots out, snatching the lolli from your mouth, you pout your bottom lip, doe eyes starting to simmer fake tears while you stared up watching the candy disappear into his large hand. "hoon your being mean" you finally get up, balling your hands up into small fists banging against his chest uselessly.
"maybe if you listened for once, i wouldn’t have to be." his fingers wrapped around your wrists before you could grab the lollipop back, easily pinning your squirming body against the plush cushions, face-first. his heavy hand pressing between your shoulder blades, while the other lifts your skirt up over your bum, revealing your lace panties.
you struggle against the cushions "hoonie, no! what are you doing!?" your voice trembles as your feet kick helplessly against the floor. you try to look back at him with that pathetic, 'innocent' pout, shaking your head frantically.
"shh, sh-sh," sunghoon hisses, his breath hot against your ear he pushes your panties aside exposing your sensitive cunt to the cool breeze of the room. he unzips his pants just enough to free his heavy cock. "this is what you've been begging for no? always teasing me and then acting all innocent." he gritted out, landing a harsh slap to the plumpness of your soft ass cheek.
your nose scrunches up squeezing your eyes shut as he presses forward, your body getting crushed against the couch cushions felling him push into you balls deep. "fuck, so tight" he groans, looking down at the way your glossy pussy stretches around his fat cock.
you try your hardest to grip onto the cold leather of the couch, cheeks puffing out with each shallow gasp as he slams into you, the couch cushions compress under his weight pressing down on you, your body completely engulfed by his. "hnngh-stop. . w-wait," you try, but it comes out as a choked little moan. "hoonie, n-no m' please stop. ." you reach back, trying to push against his chest with weak hands, but it only makes him grip your hips harder fucking into you deeper. "mm this is wrong!"
each thrust makes the couch creak, his tip nudging that brain melting spot inside you. you can feel every vein, every hard ridge stretching your velvety walls "feel that?" sunghoon bites your shoulder. "it’s all for you, little sis. you could’ve had it sooner you just had to ask nicely instead of acting like a fucking brat."
your senses grow hazy beneath the sugar rush spreading through your body, face pressed into the cushions, completely disoriented, eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open in a stupid little 'o' shape as drool seeps from the corner of your lips. "nnngh, ‘m sorry hoonie~" you mewl pathetically your cheeks burning into a soft cotton-candy pink, sweet enough to taste, as you try to process the overwhelming sensation of being filled by your own brother. sunghoons feet spread wide on either side of the couch, trapping your legs between them. "look at you, so pretty like this, such a good girl taking your big brother’s cock so well."
your whole body goes limp against the couch, no longer fighting sunghoon. he leans down, inhaling your sweet scent breathing heavily against the sensitive skin of your nape, soft lips brushing your earlobe whispering, "mmn, does it feel good? having your brother's cock inside you? is this what you wanted? you'll behave now, huh?"
your cheeks puff with embarrassment, you hide your face between the cushions, whining, voice broken and trembling. "mm ‘s feels g-good, hoonie." you admit, your toes curling, slick gummy walls sucking him in. so greedy.. "i feel so good!"
sunghoon wraps his arms around your tummy, easily flipping you over, your legs are thrown back, knees by your ears. he pats your needy cunt earning a meek yelp from you before spreading you open with his thumbs, slamming back in.
"are you gonna be a good girl n cum on my dick like this?" he presses his hand firmly over your mouth. the only sounds now are the obscene squelching noises of his cock pounding into your sopping wet cunnie. "ah-fuck, listen to that," he groans softly against your ear. the filthy melody of your bodies slapping against each other sending fizzy little tingles all the way down your spine melting you in his hands.
with a final deep thrust, he comes undone inside you, he wraps a hand around your boney ankle, holding your sole against his lips kissing through your pink frilly sock, moaning directly into the soft fabric, muffling his deep moans, the vibrations from his voice tickling your skin through the material, as he fills you completely with his warm cum. his rough hand still pressed firmly over your lower face, muffling any sounds. he feels you clench around him, your body arching off the couch. "that's it, good girl." he grunts, pulling out with a wet pop, rapidly rubbing his sensitive tip against your puffy clit.
he can feel your shallow breaths against his palm, your tongue occasionally darting out to lick his fingers without even realizing it. you look so cute and innocent like this, nothing like the bratty little sister he knows. he slowly eases his hand off your mouth, watching you gasp for air. ྀིྀིྀིɑׁׅ֮rᥴⓗі᥎ꫀׁׅ
✉️ a/n: anon who requested this im so sorry for the late delivery i hope you’re still around. i tried my best so i hope you like it ! tysm for requesting ♡
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