Aesthetic_rxssxs

(No using my writing to claim as your own!) Requests are accepted :) 18

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

MASTER LIST LINKS:

↳ Jujutsu Kaisen

↳ Attack on Titan

↳ Kuroko No Basket

↳ Haikyuu

↳ Death Note

↳ Blue Lock

↳ Tokyo Revengers

↳ Black Clover

↳ Scenarios

↳ Prompts

January 30, 2025. PST: 4:22 AM – Updated 09/22/25. PST; 12:35 AM. – Updated 04/08/25. PST; 4:22 PM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

Universe: Black Clover Troupe: Strangers With a Mutual Connection 2nd Point Of View Warnings: Smut Words: 6,592

“Surrender, It Won’t bite you! Much...”

Nozel hated demeaning himself by wearing a robe that covered his features, his lineage, and the very pride he coveted so carefully. He never thought he’d ever visit the lowest of villages in the city, never once believing he’d let grime taint his boots. 

Yet, here he was; step after step, sealing away his dignity for the briefest moments, even if they felt like forever. 

Having to hide the most painful secret, carving into his heart and youth as it stripped away any last vestige of what his mother had raised in him. He had become colder, disciplined, and every bit the nobleman his father had wanted. And he hated it. 

Hated it as much as he hated venturing to these depths, to where he once swore he’d never go willingly unless necessity. Yet, it wasn’t necessity that drove him, it was what was once his heart. 

He had become the head of his family about around the time he had become the Captain of the Silver Eagles, both honors he wore proudly. Both honors that he now can’t openly wear without being questioned on his whereabouts, for a nobleman never visits Gris. 

Gris was a cold, gloomy village. It was built on the hardworking blacksmiths who kept the Clover Kingdom running, kept it sustained. Yet, it wasn’t the blacksmiths that brought him here; it was you. 

He didn’t even know you—not properly, only through the letters he had found while reviewing his family’s study. It was mostly his father’s business, but for reasons unknown to him, his father kept his mother’s things as well. Maybe it was the trophy of it all, marrying such a strong leader. 

But Nozel knew better than that. He couldn’t trust his father. Not with this. Not with one of the letters you had sent to his mother clutched tightly in the palm of his hand, knuckles forming to be even paler than he already was. 

It was sheer luck that your name had been as uncommon as someone knowing about your village. Incredibly easy to find you, but that wasn’t what made this journey so hard. 

It had been the letters he had spent the past week reading, tales of things little him had never gotten to hear from the source. From his mother. It seared through him with a burning ache he couldn’t relent, couldn’t leave without hearing it, and not just from words on a scroll. 

When he had finally made it to what he presumed to be your doorstep, he had hesitated. He never felt more fragile than now. So lost, even more than he already had been. 

When he did finally gather the courage once more, he pressed his knuckles to the wood of the door, pressing three resounding knocks that he knew someone would eventually hear. 

“To whomever it may concern, I believe you knew my mother. I have your letters, and I demand to know what they are about.” He spoke, voice clear in the quiet of your isolated village. 

It took you about five seconds for your brain to catch up with you—you never sent letters, not anymore. Not since someone dear to you had passed, so there was only one person you could think of important enough for someone to trudge their way over to your village. 

When you didn’t answer quickly, Nozel’s confidence faltered, but it wasn’t the same hesitation he held at first; it was instead the familiar haughtiness of someone entitled. 

It was the same face you first saw as you finally opened your door, brows tugged together in confusion as you peered at him through the sliver of space you let your door open to reveal. “Excuse me?” 

”Well?” He had demanded, impatience wearing on his voice as he spoke, pointing at the very end of the letter where a name rested, “Is this you?” 

It indeed was. The very same. It was surreal, almost knocking you for a loop before the entitlement he wore so carelessly broke through, removing any kind of nostalgia you wore. “So it is you, then.” 

He stated it with such certainty that your eye almost twitched at the audacity before he instead walked past you into your home as if the lock on your door was merely a suggestion. 

As he entered, there was an immediate difference from what he was used to. There wasn’t any extravagance in the decor, no notable pictures of family, and there was only worn furniture. Not dirty, but lived in; so unusual to the perfection he usually kept close. 

“What do you want?” 

It was your turn to be impatient. The way his eyes had roamed over your home had made you coil up defensively. Lady Silva had been a lady of nobility, and judging by his appearance, he no doubt bathed in the same luxury she had been granted. 

Yet, instead of the kindness and warmth she wore, bearing understanding on her features, there was instead a man with unreadable eyes and a ruler-straight posture. The difference was impossible to ignore. 

“I want answers,” He stated firmly. “The letters... they go back years, up until the day my mother departed from this realm. Who are you? What were you to her?” 

His words were framed as demands more than questions. Part of you had wanted to snap, but it was his eyes that met yours that stopped you. They were hers; undeniably. 

Nozel’s posture stayed rigid despite your hesitance, his hands clasped behind his back. It was only when he had raised a sharp brow, a gesture meant to signify ‘I’m waiting,’ that your eyes had narrowed. 

“I don’t believe that tone will make me any more willing to open my mouth. I’m sure Acier didn’t raise you to be so rude.” You had almost regretted your words—almost. 

They had shot a flash of irritation through him, crossing his face clearly. It stung his pride at your implication that he wasn’t living up to his mother’s standards, making him straighten, voice rising. 

“How dare you lecture me on manners!” He had snapped, defensive. “You’re the one who’s been keeping secrets from my family for God knows how long. If anyone should be ashamed, it’s you!” 

Despite his harsh words, there was a note of vulnerability beneath the surface. Nozel was clearly grappling with the revelation that his mother had maintained a relationship with someone of your lower social status. 

“Tell me the truth,” He demanded, voice more rigid as he took a threatening step close. “What kind of ‘business’ did you have with my mother? Was it some sort of illicit affair? Because if that’s the case, I demand you leave this place immediately and never darken our doorsteps again!” 

You scoffed at his audacity; it had been your home he was currently in. You followed that with several steps closer up until you shoved him onto your kitchen chair, which he had happened to be in front of. 

The surprise on his face was almost hilarious if it hadn’t been been for your hands planting just next to him on the surface of your dining room table, making sure your face was level with his before you spoke, cold and flat. “Don’t take that tone with me.” 

Taken aback by your sudden boldness, Nozel instinctively leaned away from you, his body tensing. He glared at you, his purple eyes flashing with indignation. 

“Don’t take that tone with me, either," He retorted, his voice low and dangerous. “I am a member of House Silva, and I will not be spoken to in such a manner by a commoner, no matter what connection you claim to have had with my mother.” 

Despite the animosity between them.c Nozel couldn’t ignore the way your proximity made his pulse quicken. He attributed it to the intensity of their confrontation rather than any genuine attraction. 

Yet, those thoughts contradicted the other ones starting to spill through. The ones that couldn’t help but find the way your brows scrunched together and the steel glare you sent his way—oh—and the way your chest heaved from the exertion of shoving him back, straining against your humble rags. 

“You’d be well to remember your place,” He warned with a half-sneer, trying to regain control of the situation and his thoughts. “Now, I’ve asked you a question.” 

You were unfazed by his words, instead leaning down further to meet his words with an icy stare. “So I’m going to have to do this the hard way, huh?” 

You followed your words with a roll of your tongue over your teeth, a contemplative gesture you’ve had since childhood; a habit his eyes trailed over briefly before flickering back up to your eyes. 

The further proximity only made your breath ghost over his face, something sweet and tangy as he felt the heat radiating off of your body—or maybe it was just him, making him fight the urge to react further. His self-control wavering under your presence. 

His instincts screamed at him to put distance between you, but he refused to back down. He was a Magic Knight Captain for Heaven’s sake; his pride wouldn’t let him. 

“You think you can intimidate me?” He sneered, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes flared like his rival, Fugeolean’s, flames. “I’m a Magic Knight Captain. I’ve faced far greater threats than some insolent commoner.” 

And yet, despite his bravado, Nozel couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through him at your assertiveness. It was a foreign sensation, one he didn’t quite know how to process. 

“Intimidate? That’s cute,” You snorted at first before swiftly leaning down and dragging your tongue over his jaw, a long stripe that glistened when you pulled back for your next words. “But my speciality isn’t intimidation...” 

Your words were a provocation and a challenge all at once, and it made his breath hitch. The warm trace of your tongue's path over the very jawline that was passed through generations of nobility made him shudder. 

It trickled down his spine and tingled where your lips brushed just barely against him. For a moment, he was frozen, unable to move or speak. 

Then, with a sharp intake of breath, Nozel regained his composure. He grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but not painful, and pulled you back. 

“That’s enough,” He growled, his voice low with warning. “Whatever game you’re playing, it ends now.” 

Despite the sheer anger in his eyes, Nozel couldn’t help but notice the way your touch had affected him. It was a strange, unsettling feeling, one he didn’t care to explore further. 

You were unfazed by his reaction; most men in his position always refuse to crack, especially when they’ve spent far too long with the power they were handed freely. And it was always oh, so fun, to break that same idea of power, shaping it to fit you. 

“You have no choice, Silva. You want answers? I’ll have to fix your attitude first, and with your particular breed... you’re a visual learner.” Your foot kicks open his legs, spreading them as your hand moves to grip his chin. 

A surge of indignation and embarrassment flooded through Nozel as you forced his legs to part, splaying wide open now, the robes that were once shielding the luxury of his clothes now on display. 

He first struggled against your grip, but your hold was surprisingly unyielding. His face burned with humiliation as he realized the intimate position you had placed him in. So effortlessly, too. Something a Magic Knight Captain like him should have easily stopped. 

“You filthy...!” He spat, his voice shaking with rage and mortification. “Release me at once, or so help me, I’ll...” 

Nozel’s threat trailed off as he caught sight of your smirk, your eyes glinting with a challenge he couldn’t fully comprehend. Despite his outrage, he couldn’t deny the strange thrill that pulsed through him at your dominance. It was wrong, he told himself, but he couldn’t seem to look away. 

“You’ll what? Whine and simper?” You leaned down closer, reclaiming the distance he placed as your knee now presses in between his legs. Your voice was a low whisper, “That’s my intention.” 

Nozel’s breath came in short gasps as your knee pressed against his thighs, the contact sending a jolt of awareness through his body. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to maintain control. 

“Tch, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He accused, his voice strained. “Well, let me assure you, this little display won’t break me. I’m not some weak-kneed fool who’ll crumble at the slightest provocation.” 

Even as he spoke, he could feel his resolve weakening under your relentless pressure. Your proximity, your dominant stance, the wy your body seemed to fill his vision—it was all designed to unsettle him, to make him submit. And despite his best efforts, he found himself teetering on the brink of surrender. 

“We’ll just have to see about that...” You had chuckled before leaning down, licking the seam of his lips as you used your grip on his chin to force his lips apart. Your mouth moved onto his instantly, tongue sliding past his mouth to tangle with his. 

Nozel’s initial resistance crumbled as your lips claimed his, your tongue invading his mouth with a confident possessiveness that left him breathless. 

He had stiffened for a moment, his mind reeling at the unexpected intimacy, but soon found himself responding in kind, his own tongue tangling with yoursin a heated dance. 

As the kiss deepened, Nozel’s thoughts grew hazy, his focus narrowing to the sensation of your mouth on his. He could taste the sweetness of your lips, the slight tang of your tongue, and it ignited a fire within him that he couldn’t ignore. 

His hands, which had been fisted at his sides, began to roam over your curves, exploring the soft contours of your body with a hunger he hadn't known he possessed. 

And it was only when his hands greedily clasped your bottom, kneading the fat of it as if he wasn’t defiling his status as a noble as he touched you like you were a common tavern wench, you gripped his hands, keeping them enclosed at his back as you devoured his lips with vigor. 

With a muffled groan, Nozel surrendered to your dominance, letting you guide his hands to a halt. Your mouth pushing against his like you wanted them to mold together, barely any breath left in you. 

He knew he should protest, should push you away and reclaim his dignity, but the desire coursing through him rendered him powerless to resist. 

Instead, he melted into your kiss, his body yielding to your will as you controlled the pace and depth of this encounter. Nozel’s head spun, his senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating mix of your flavor, your scent, and the sheer force of your passion and control. 

He had never experienced anything like it before, and it both terrified and exhilarated him. An impossible pull between curiosity and surrender. 

Your hands, moving to make work of his clothes, thick and coarse as they separated you from touching him properly—from claiming him irrevocably. Nozel’s breathing only grew ragged at your impatience, the same controlless reaction his own body produced. 

Your nimble fingers worked to remove his clothing, your touch light yet insistent. He stood still beside his deep inhales, eyes dilated and droopy as they observed you with rapt attention. 

Your hands tore at his tunic, tugging at the strap keeping his torso hidden until it snapped. Neither of you cares as your hand hurriedly grasps the hem and tugs up, his own hands complicit in his own undoing as they arose, allowing it to slip off with ease. 

There was a rush of cool air against his exposed skin, making him shiver. Your gaze raked over his chest, your eyes lingering on the defined muscles before meeting his own. 

“You’re quite the specimen, aren’t you?” You purred, your voice husky with desire as your pupils strained with the pure concentrated attraction you felt in this moment. “All that nobility and power, coiled up tight... just waiting to be unleashed.” 

Nozel’s cheeks flushed at your sultry appraisal, a mix of pride and embarrassment warring within him. He’d always prided himself on his physique, honed through rigorous training and magical enhancements, but hearing it described in such sensual terms left him feeling vulnerable and exposed. 

“Unleashed?” He repeated, his voice a low rumble, and harshened with rapid breaths. “You have no idea what you’re asking for. Once I let go, there’s no telling what might happen.” 

Despite the warning, Nozel couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through him at your words. The promise of release, of surrendering to his basest desires, was both terrifying and tantalizing. 

He reached for you, his hands finding the hem of your skirts and pulling them up to reveal your thighs. They were soft, meaty, with fat from your hard labor, making his exploration all the more feral as his hands smoothed up, squeezing the further up he got. 

He was growing dangerously close to places he’s never let himself indulge in; places he never wanted to explore before you. Your reckless demands and insults, so unbashed to his noble status. 

His desperation made you chuckle, your hands swiftly moving to tie his hands behind your chair with the broken band once adorning his tunic as an accessory, now used as a restraint. Once you tied it taut—his startled grunt signifying success—was when you finally worked on his breeches. 

He tugged at the restriction, rocking the chair just before your hand just barely grazed the erection that had escaped him so carelessly. It shocked arousal through him, making his hips buck up for more, a ragged breath leaving his otherwise rumbled baritone. 

“No, wait...” He protested weakly, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and excitement. “This isn’t... We shouldn’t be doing this.” 

His words were nothing, only attempts at resisting before his body betrayed him once more with another buck of his hips, perfectly timed as you held onto his breeches and drawers, sliding them off his hips. 

His breath caught in his throat when your fingers, which had hooked around the last vestige of clothes he was wearing, grazed the sensitive part of his hip bone. He had felt the cool air instantly, making him shiver, and his cock twitched in response to the sudden exposure. 

For a moment, he lay there, completely naked and vulnerable, his erection straining upward as if begging for attention. Nozel’s face burned with shame and desire, his mind racing with implications of his current state. He was at your mercy, his powerful Magic Knight persona stripped away to reveal the desperate, needy man beneath. 

“Mm... so cute.” You had unconsciously bit your lip at the sight of his poor attention-preening cock, which was weeping at the tip, flushed and jutting for you. 

“You know, I’m pretty sure you’re a virgin.” You let your words settle for a second. “Most nobility who have everything handed to them take e everything because they believe it is their right; if that were the case with you, you would have ravaged me the first chance you got.” 

“Instead, you were cautious. Too calculating not to be untouched.” Your thumb brushed over his red tip, looming over his bare frame. “And here is your pretty cock, already leaking. That’s a tell-all sign.” 

Nozel’s eyes had widened at your blunt assessment, his cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of crimson. He’d always prided himself on his self-control, his ability to separate lust from conquest, but hearing you describe it so candidly made him feel exposed and naive. 

He tried to squirm away from your probing touch, but the restraints held him fast. A whimper escaped his lips when your thumb dug into the sensitive head of his cock, targeting his tiny little slit and leaving a trail of precum in its wake. 

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He stammered, his voice cracking with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as his hips bucked up despite himself. ”This is just... instinct. Nothing more.” 

But even as he denied it, Nozel knew you were right. 

“Oh?” Your hand slowly trailed down his underside with a soft graze of the pad of your fingers before wrapping around to start to pump, dragging your palm up and down his cock. 

A strangled sob tore from Nozel’s throat as your movements started, your grip firm yet gentle around his throbbing shaft. He bucked his hips involuntarily, seeking more friction, more pressure only you could effortlessly provide. 

“Ah! Wait—slow down,” He pleaded, his voice strained and desperate. “It’s too much.. You’re going to make me...” 

But you only chuckled, your thumb rubbing circles around the sensitive head of his cock as you continued each deliberate stroke with maddening slowness. 

Nozel’s vision started to blur, his lungs burning for air as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter within him, threatening to snap at any moment. Making you only apply more pressure, squeezing his tip. “Just testing something...” 

A sharp cry ripped from his lips as your fingers tightened around his sensitive tip, the pain mixing with the intense pleasure of your touch. His entire body trembled, his cock pulsing against your palm. 

“Oh god, please...!” He begged with a sharp inhale, his voice breaking as his hips rolled into the strokes. “I can’t—It’s too much!” 

But you simply smiled, falsely innocent as you continued to milk his cock with unyielding expertise. Nozel’s vision darkened at the edges, his mind clouding with lust and desperation. 

He was teetering on the brink of climax, his balls drawing up tight, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer under your ministrations. You felt the twitch in his appendage, making you aware of how close he is, before you trailed your thumb up his underside, increasing pressure the further you went up. 

A guttural moan spilled from Nozel’s lips as your thumb added another layer of stimulation to the already overwhelming sensations. His hips jerk erratically, trying to escape the exquisite torture, but the restraints hold him firmly in place. 

“Yes, ah! Right there!” He cried out, eyes squeezed shut tight, his voice hoarse and raw. “Don’t stop, please!” 

The coil of tension inside him wound tighter and tighter, until it snapped with a violent intensity. Nozel’s back arched, his vision flashing white as he came undone, spilling hot ropes of cum across your hand and your favorite dining chair. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over him, leaving him gasping and spent, his body limp and wuivering in the aftermath of his climax. 

“Just as I thought.” You tutted, the hand that was once wrapped around his now spent cock, moves to your mouth. Your tongue swipes over the spllage, cleaning your hand and tasting him in one go. The second the salty tang hit your tongue, you moaned, “Virgin.” 

Nozel’s eyes widened in shock when he finally processed your movements, watching you bring his cum to your tongue and watching the bob of your throat as you swallowed the evidence. 

A mix of disgust and arousal churned within him, his mind reeling from the depravity of the act. 

“Wh-what the hell do you think you’re doing?” He demanded, his voice shaky with a combination of outrage and lingering desire. “That was... personal!” 

“Didn’t seem personal when you were simpering for me.” You shrugged and turned around, facing away from him as you slipped off your dress. 

Nozel‘s jaw dropped as you turned around, revealing your bare back to him as the sleeves of your dress fell down your shoulders. He swallowed hard, his gaze traveled over your curves, taking in the sight of your creamy skin and the delicate dip of your hips. 

Despite his lingering unease, his cock stirred once more, betraying his body’s continued interest as your body slowly revealed itself to him. 

“What are you...?” He trailed off, his question dying on his lips as you bent over, presenting yourself to him. Nozel’s breath caught in his throat at the erotic tableau before him, his mind struggling to reconcile the noble Magic Knight with the ase urges now consuming him. 

You slipped your skirts down your hips, the fabric doing little to hide your figure anyway, as it fell down to reveal the plump of your backside before you straightened up and kicked away the now useless fabric. 

You turned back to him, sauntering over before you unceremoniously plopped right onto his lap. Nozel’s eyes went wide as you straddled him with a casual grace that belied the intimacy of the position. 

He could feel the heat of your core against his still-sensitive cock, the softness of your thighs enveloping his hips. The scent of your arousal filled the air, making his head spin, too distracted by the raw musk to notice the relief of his now unbound wrists. 

“Wait,” He stammered, his hands instinctively reaching up to grasp your waist, unsure whether to pull you closer or push you away. “We can’t... this isn’t right.” 

But even as he spoke, Nozel’s body betrayed him, his cock twitching in anticipation of what might come next. He knew he should put a stop to this, that he needed to regain control, but the allure of your warmth and the memory of your touch proved too strong to resist. 

Your hand reached up his body, from his thigh, up to his chest, and then finally resting at his throat. It wasn’t harsh, but it was there, making Nozel’s eyes bulge as it closed around him, the gentle pressure doing wonders against his rapidly beating heart. 

It was then, when you had him captivated, that you slowly started to rock your hips, not letting him penetrate you just yet. His breath hitched, his pulse quickening to the subtle threat. 

But it was the slow, deliberate rocking of your hips that truly stole his breath, the friction of your slick folds teasing his aching cock without fully committing. 

“Ahh, fuckkk,” He groaned, his voice muffled by your grip, his own tightening at your hips. “Please—I need—” 

Nozel’s words dissolved into incoherent pleas as you continued to torment him, your movements driving him to the edge of madness. He thrashed beneath you, his body straining against the urge to claim you, to bury himself deep within your welcoming heat. 

“Hm?” You smirked, knowingly. You knew exactly what you were doing to him; with every back and forth roll of your hips came the desperate twitch of his cock. 

“How cute,” You murmured against his neck as your lips trailed up it over to his jaw, sucking a harsh bruise into his flesh. “Good luck explaining that to your little soldiers...” 

A choked sob escaped Nozel’s throat as your teeth sank into his skin, marking him with a vivid purple. The pain mingled with the intense pleasure of you grinding your hips, sending sparks of electricity through his veins. 

“You... you wench!” He spat, his voice rough with anger and lust. “I’ll... I’ll make you pay for that...” 

Yet, even as he threatened her, Nozel couldn’t deny the dark thrill that ran through him at the thought of being defiled, of being claimed by this commoner in a way that would shame him in front of his peers, in front of his fellow Magic Knight Captains. 

It was a twisted form of revenge, one that would leave him forever changed as your tongue soothed over the mark just before you replace that gentle swipe with a sharp snap of your hips at his tone. 

Nozel’s breath caught as your warm tongue traced over the hickey you had left on his jaw, soothing the sting. But the tender gesture was short-lived, as you responded to his angry words with a sharp grinding snap of your hips, your wet heat straining against his cock. 

“Ah!—hah—fuck!” He cried out, his head thrown back in a mix of overstimulated pleasure and pain. “Stop playing games and just... fuck... let me take you!” 

Nozel’s body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. He was beyond reason, beyond dignity, reduced to a panting, desperate animal driven solely by primal need. And yet, even in his darkest moment, a part of him still clung to the hope that somehow, someway, he might emerge from this debasement with some shred of honor intact. 

You could only chuckle through your own panting, far too amused at the desperation coating his features not to before you smashed your lips onto his. You tangled your tongue with his own, creating a mess of saliva and desire. 

Nozel was lost in the sensation, his resistance crumbling beneath the onslaught of your fierce kiss. Your tongues tangled in a messy dance, exchanging spittle and gasps as you devoured each other with reckless abandon. 

Muted moans vibrated against your mouth as Nozel surrendered to the passion. The world narrowed to the point of contact between them, the rest fading into insignificance. 

Even as his mind screamed that this was wrong, that he should push you away, Nozel’s body refused to comply. Every cell seemed to yearn for more, craving the sweet oblivion of surrender and release. 

He had been so good, maintaining his noble discipline even with your sopping cunt just above his aching appendage, voicing his want for you, for your cunt as his nails dug into your hips. 

You only felt it was right to reward him, so you grabbed his cock, pumping the arousal-slickened flesh of him before lifting your hips just enough to slip him into you, sealing his virginity as yours. With a guttural cry, Nozel felt your slick heat engulf him for the first time, your tight walls squeezing around his throbbing cock as you impaled yourself on his length. 

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and obsession as his virginity was taken and sealed as yours. A shudder racked his frame, his vision blurring at the edges as he struggled to adjust to the unfamiliar pressure. 

He’d never imagined it could feel this good, this right, as if his body had been made to fit perfectly within yours. 

Lost in the haze of the sensation, Nozel could only arch into you as he fought to maintain control. But it was a losing battle, his orgasm building with relentless intensity as you rode him with a skill that belied his lack of experience. 

You shifted your hips up and down, grappling onto the nape of his neck as you threw your head back. Your hips continued their rolling snaps as his hands dug down from your hips to the curve of your ass. 

He grappled onto the fat like a lifeline as each slap of his pelvis to your own—thighs to thighs—left a sharp wet smack that splashed together a growing mess at his base, and he couldn’t be any more lost in you. 

Your moans echoed through the room, your pleasure palpable as you rode Nozel with wild abandon. Your head thrown back, hair cascading down your back, you seemed to revel in the sensation of claiming his virginity, of marking him as yours. 

Nozel’s eyes followed the graceful lines of your neck, the delicate curve of your breasts, before locking onto your face once more. The sight of you lost in pleasure, your features contorted in ecstasy, was almost enough to push him over the edge. 

“Fuck,” He gasped your name, his voice strained with effort to hold back his impending climax, wanting this to never end as his face fell forward to your sternum, curving his back as one hand kept your backside and the other curled into your hair, holding you right on him as his hips rolled up desperately. “You feel so... so fucking good...!” 

Nozel could feel his resolve crumbling, his body tensing as the first waves of his orgasm began to crest once more, but he couldn’t—wouldn’t let this end. So, despite the ache in his whole body, he mustered up that Magic Knight strength and flipped things. 

He kept his hold on your ass and the back of your head as he swiftly stood up, until he finally had you on your back; your dining room table now a makeshift bed. 

Your surprise was only short-lived, and your protests died in your throat when his hands took your thighs and shoved them against your chest, keeping them spread just enough to see your face contort before he ran his tip over your folds before slamming in. 

He already said he was going to find a way to come out on top—to reclaim his dignity, and when your thighs had trembled, even just briefly, when you rode him, he took that as a sign and shifted dynamics. 

He had you in a mean mating press, not even logistically aware of the position’s significance or performing abilities—only in the way it restricts you and keeps him on top. 

So when you let out the filthiest whine, walls fluttering around him so prettily, he could only slam into you harder, faster. Nozel’s breath came in ragged gasps as he pinned you beneath him, his muscles burning with exertion, but his determination unwavering. 

The dining room table creaked ominously under your weight, but he didn’t care. He was in control now, and he intended to keep it. 

He growled out your name, his voice thick with both exhaustion and triumph. “You thought you could break me? That you could... reduce a Silva to nothing but a trembling pile of wanton flesh?” 

His thrusts became more forceful, each one a declaration of dominance, a reminder of his status and power. Even as his body screamed for relief, he pushed deeper, harder, ensuring that you understood who was in charge. 

“This is how it ends.” He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his voice low and dangerous. 

You didn’t even care at this point, too wrapped up in the way this new angle presses his mushroom tip right to your cervix, giving it kisses every time he bottoms out. It’s a constant source of pleasure that has you whimpering out the most debouched pleas. 

“Fuck! Please... don’t fucking stop,” You slurred out from beneath him, eyes squeezed shut as his shaft massages your walls deliciously, and fills you up just as nicely. 

Nozel’s breath hitched as he felt the exquisite pressure of your tight walls contracting around him, the new angle sending ripples of pleasure through his body. Each thrust brought his cock into contact with your deepest parts, the sensation unbearable in its perfection. 

“Y-you... you’re killing me,” He rasped, his voice cracking with the strain of holding back. His hands dug into yourthighs, gripping with white-knuckled intensity as he drove into you with relentless precision. 

“But I’m not stopping,” He added, his voice laced with a cruel satisfaction. He could feel the tide rising, the inevitable climax approaching with terrifying speed. Yet, even as his body begged for release, he forced himself to continue, to savor every second of this victory over you, over himself. 

“Cum for me.” 

Your body coiled tight as his words, and broke just as fast. It was a sharp spike that pulsed your walls around his shaft, trying to suck him in as you cried out, your release swelling around him. 

Your thighs shook with the aftermath, back attempting and failing to arch, only being able to let out a pathetic whine as your head lolls back. 

Nozel’s vision blurred the second your body convulsed beneath him, your tight walls milking his cock with a desperation that sent shockwaves through his entire being. A guttural roar tore from his throat as he felt the last vestiges of his control shatter, his body surging forward with a final, powerful thrust. 

“Ah! Shit,” He shouted, your name falling past his lips as his seed erupted inside you with a violent intensity that left him shaking. For a moment, everything faded—the throne, the title, the burden of nobility—as all that remained was the raw, unfiltered truth of their union. 

Breathless and spent, Nozel collapsed atop you, his forehead resting against yours, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. 

Your body twitched as your shared release spills out of your already full cunt. It makes you whimper at the sensitivity, but your eyes are drawn to the sight anyway. 

Nozel's body trembled as the aftershocks of his orgasm coursed through him, his cock still buried deep within your quivering pussy. The sticky evidence of their union seeped from you, pooling beneath them, a testament to the violation of his dignity and the conquest of yourwill. 

He lay motionless for a moment, catching his breath, his mind reeling from the sheer intensity of what had just transpired. When he finally lifted his head, his violet eyes locked onto your face, where a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction played across your features. 

“You…” He began, his voice hoarse, but the words failed him. There was no triumph in his victory, no satisfaction in having reclaimed his pride. Only the crushing weight of what he had done, and the realization that he had crossed a line he could never uncross. 

Nozel's fingers curled into the fabric of the table as he tried to steady his breathing, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions. The weight of what had just happened pressed heavily on his chest, a leaden burden that no amount of noble bearing could dispel. 

“I… I shouldn't have…” He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, the usual arrogance stripped away by the raw reality of your encounter. 

For the first time in his life, Nozel felt utterly powerless—not in the physical sense, but in the emotional and moral one. He had always believed himself above such baseness, above the petty desires of commoners. And yet here he was, sprawled across a peasant’s table, his seed spilled inside a woman he had never properly known, his dignity shattered like glass. 

His hands trembled as he reached for his crumpled trousers, pulling them up with stiff, mechanical motions. The weight of his own actions settled heavily on his shoulders, each movement a silent acknowledgment of the irreparable breach between them. 

He spoke your name, his voice devoid of its usual hauteur, replaced instead by something dangerously close to regret. “This… this cannot happen again.” 

He rose unsteadily, his body still humming with the echoes of their union, and stepped back, as though distance alone could erase what had transpired.

The nobleman in him demanded that he walk away, that he pretend this had never occurred. But the man—the man—knew better. Some wounds did not heal with time, only with silence. 

“And do not… do not speak of this to anyone.” 

Yet, even as he said those words, you knew that it wouldn’t be the last time you two met. Not when your fates are intertwined, certainly not with his seed trickling down your thighs, and the Lady Silva; Acier, was the lone instigator, but the pull—it belonged to them. 

Masterlist. Masterlist.blackclover

June 1, 2026. PST: 11:10 PM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

Helllloooo :> so I see that you except requests, but I was wondering how I should go about it? Like are there any rules, or guide lines I have to follow? What do you write, and how many characters can I request at a time?

Hi, yes! Well, my comfort is both extended and reserved at times, but to make it easier to understand what I’m okay with, I’ll make a small list :)

Consensual Non-Con: I do not mind the idea of writing a story where there is restricted consent, but I will hint that it’s the reader internally consenting, but refusing to be verbal about it, which transfers to the idea of “Non-Con” with a parameter that the reader is still interested.

Multiple Parts: I don’t mind the idea of AU’s or writing a small series just as long as there is a specific “script” or “idea” that I can follow.

Dubious Content: I don’t mind writing rough or dom-ish content. Along the lines of spitplay, spanking, multiple on one, manhandling, knife play, Angst, situationships, toxic relationships, or even manipulative ones.

Same Sex: I don’t mind catering to either gender, but I usually write about women readers simply because I’m a girl and still have yet to understand the male population. If you have noted my Masterlist’s lack of women, it’s just because I am not familiar with writing women on women or women on men! But if there is also a request for neutrality, I have no problem with that either.

Play-by-Play: If there is a specific idea that you have but find yourself lacking the motivation to write it, you can always give me lengthy details, and I would credit you directly(if wanted). I, myself, have been at a point where I lacked motivation for specific writing and would love to help satisfy your imagination.

Inclusion: If you would like your specific features to be represented in your request, I also have no problem with that. Just give me a few details about how you think you look, and I can incorporate them for a more verisimilar experience.

Not On My Masterlist: I can write characters from series that I have watched, the same with anime. I just have a more intimate Masterlist simply because it’s easier for me to personally manage, but I can always just add an external Masterlist for specific requests.

How Many: I would like to limit the requests of a series to at least 4 at a time. I feel that would be the easiest for me to manage, and I can always, at a later date, when finished, continue onto it if that is what you would prefer.

Not Plausible: I do not do direct rape sequences or incest where it isn’t lore accurate. For example: the ‘Game of Thrones’ universe is understandable to it’s story line.

A/N: If there is anything you wanted or are thinking of requesting that I have not answered, feel free to leave a comment to let me know what that is, or if you prefer your anonymity, you can always go to my inbox again for specification, and I will delete that and answer it formally here!

Oh, and since I consider myself more of a small writer on here, as long as it’s reasonable, I have no problem giving small updates or even showing you what I’ve written so far so you can tweak it to your preference. I am on Pacific Standard Time(more so Pacific Daylight Time currently), so try to be considerate of that :)

masterlist.

April 21, 2026. PST: 11:55 PM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

“Sharing Is Caring.”

Universe: Haikyuu Troupe: Forced Proximity 2nd Point Of View Warnings: Smut, Consentual-Non-Con Words: 4919

A/N: This is just imaginative, and the reader isn’t intended to feel any actual discomfort—just stubborn pride preventing her from openly admitting to her attraction to the two boys she’s hated since childhood. So, by “Consensual Non-Con,” I am merely referencing the internal consent that she refuses to be open about, which then makes it transfer to the idea of “Non-Con”. I also hope to do a second part! — :)

1 ⇥ 2

Atsumu and Osamu have been your enemies since elementary school; they are both brothers—twins—and they hate you. You three were always fighting and arguing. Really exhausting if we’re honest… 

Atsumu was always more aggressive with his insults, while Osamu was quietly annoyed with it all. 

It all started with a day gone wrong at the park. Headlining with their horrible aim and your unsuspecting place in a sandbox. 

Despite that, you had to go on a trip for one of their volleyball games as the manager of the team. You were chosen because of your professionalism toward the team—save for the Miya twins. 

Unfortunately, communication and money troubles prevented you from having your own room. So, you had to share a room with Atsumu and Osamu. To add to your bad luck, there was only one bed... 

“I’m not sleeping with you,” Osamu spoke up, finding this whole situation ridiculous. Atsumu followed up with a dismissive, “Neither am I, so go find another room.” 

“Sleep on the floor then because I'm not giving up the bed.” You retorted with a scoff. You ignored their preferences and lay on the bed, arching your back in a stretch as you cozied up in the soft bed. 

Osamu rolls his eyes as he watches you, his annoyance growing. He crosses his arms and stands at the foot of the bed, looking down at you. “Seriously? What a spoiled brat.” 

Atsumu chuckles, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, clearly entertained by the situation. 

“Says you!” You scoffed, offended by their insinuation. More so at the audacity, considering what a baby Atsumu could be when he doesn’t get his way. 

Atsumu smirks, poking your side. “At least we don’t throw tantrums like you do.” 

“Don't you?” You deadpanned, calling him out on his bullshit. 

Osamu grunted, leaning against the wall. He stares at you intensely for a beat before he speaks. “We can both be just as stubborn and bratty when we want to.” 

“Exactly.” You concurred with a huff. Atsumu nods in acknowledgment, moving closer to you so that his hip is pressed against your arm. He taps his fingers on the mattress impatiently. 

“So, what are we gonna do now? Just sit here and argue all night?” He spoke up. You retort with a sarcastic smile, “You can always leave.” 

Osamu huffs and shakes his head again. "And miss out on the chance to annoy you more? Not a chance." 

“Ass,” You grumbled back. He feigns hurt, putting a hand over his heart. “Oh, I’m hurt. You’re so mean.” 

“Meh.” You shrugged, ignoring his antics. Atsumu grins at the interaction and pokes you again, harder this time. “‘Meh’ is not a response, sweetheart.” 

“Most words are made up anyway. Just another word to add to the dictionary. So, meh,” You repeated the phrase and turned your head up, chin high with defiance. 

Osamu snorts, now looking more amused than annoyed. “You’re unbelievable. I can't believe I’m stuck in a room with you and your sassy remarks.” 

“I’m the one stuck with twin copy assholes,” You retorted with a scoff. Atsumu laughs loudly, and Osamu shoots him a glare.  He then turned to you, dark eyes staring into you. “Watch your mouth.” 

“You don't know us that well,” Osamu pointed out the gaps in your rare interactions. You rolled your eyes and turned to him, arms crossed. “I know you enough not to like you.” 

Osamu uncrosses his arms and steps forward, standing over you with a smirk on his face. “The feeling is mutual, trust me. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the Coach forcing us to be in this room.” 

“Then leave. Nothing’s stopping you.” You remarked instantly. He smirks again, but it falls flat with a scoffed out laugh before he suddenly grabs your thighs, pulling you closer to him and flipping you so you're lying flat on your stomach. 

You yelped in surprise at his rough treatment, while Atsumu started to laugh again at the sight of you being manhandled by Osamu. 

“If I leave, then I'll miss out on tormenting you more. Remember?” He replied in kind, hovering above you, hands now shifted to your hips. 

“Asshole,” You glared back at him, face burning. Osamu grins wider as he keeps a firm grip on your legs. “Told you I’m stubborn. You should have just slept on the floor.” 

“No, you should just sleep on the floor. Doggy pile for all I care.” You scoffed, offended by his suggestion. He raises an eyebrow, entertained by your boldness. He gives your side a light smack. 

“A doggy pile sounds uncomfortable. Let's just share the bed like adults.” He glances at Atsumu for backup, who has been biting his lip to keep from laughing again. 

“Don't hit me, jerk!” You snapped and tried to squirm away. He chuckles and holds you down with more force, his fingers digging into your flesh. He ignores your protests. “I wouldn't have to if you had cooperated. You keep acting like a brat.” 

“Am not,” You replied defensively in a huff. Atsumu finally speaks up from his position on the bed, “Are too.” 

Osamu interrupts, “You’re acting like a spoiled little princess right now.” 

“How? Just because I don't want to be near you two asshats?” You replied sarcastically. 

“Exactly. And you’re being very disrespectful.” He pressed down against you, his pelvis flush against your ass as he leaned down, arms planted on either side of your head, as he leaned down to whisper into your ear. A purposeful pur. “We should punish you for it.” 

"You wish, asshole." You gritted out, not at all backing down from your stance. Even if you were pinned down. Osamu chuckles at your response, his eyes darkening with a hint of challenge. 

“Oh, we definitely do. You need to be taught some manners.” He pressed his hips more down against you. He tilted his head so his lips brushed against your ear, “I have a few ideas on how to do that.” 

You glared back at him and wiggled from underneath him, brushing against his groin before rolling onto your back. “You. Wish.” 

He grunted at the brief friction before letting go of your hips, but he didn’t let you go fully. He pins your hands above your head, and his thighs are on either side of your hips, his expression turning dominant. 

“Stop saying that,” He grits out and grips your chin tightly as he tilts your head roughly to face him, forcing you to see Atsumu through your peripheral vision, who is sitting next to you, watching intently. 

“Jerk.” You glare, frustrated at the fact that you can't escape his hold or squirm away. Curse his Volleyball-driven physique, you fussed internally.

Atsumu moves around to your side and crouches down so he's face-to-face with you. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his voice dropping to a low purr. “I think it’s time to shut that pretty mouth of hers.” 

You scoff, not taking him seriously. Yet, Atsumu doesn’t waste any more time and shoves two fingers in your mouth, effectively silencing you to your absolute shock. Osamu laughs at the movement. 

Meanwhile, Atsumu keeps his fingers in there, expecting you to suck on them like a good girl. He smirks. “Good. You look better when you’re not talking.” 

You scoff in disbelief and turn your head to the side, moving your mouth away from his fingers. The movement makes his wet digits drag a trail across your cheek as you cough, the cool air making you shiver. Your flared eyes meet his with a sneer. “Asshole.” 

He snickers and pats your thigh, caressing it as if to agree with your insult. “And you’re a bratty little thing, who’s about to get punished for her dirty mouth.” 

Meanwhile, his hand slides up your skirt, exploring your skin beneath the fabric, while Osamu shifts away from on top of you to just behind your head on the bed to give Atsumu more leverage. 

“Hey!” You squirm away in shock. Osamu grabs your hair and pulls your head back, keeping it in place. “Stay still, we told you not to move. Don't make me tie your hands next.” 

Atsumu’s hand continues to wander, massaging your upper thigh, getting closer to your core. Taking in your skin greedily as he moves. 

“What the hell are you doing?” You try to squirm away again despite Osamu’s warnings. This time, he pulls a little harder on your hair, making you whimper. 

Atsumu starts to get annoyed too and smacks your thigh once more, much harder than before. “Stop asking questions and start counting.” 

You yelped, wincing at his slap. Osamu shushed you, petting your hair while his brother teased you relentlessly. 

“Count to ten, and we’ll stop. Understand?” He grabs your skirt and yanks it up, exposing your underwear to the cool air. You were sure he could see how wet you were. 

You flushed and clenched your thighs shut to save face. Trying to will the creeping interest going up your spine to go away. 

“Start.” Atsumu forced your legs open again, not allowing you to hide yourself from him or his brother. 

He chuckles at your flustered expression and watches you struggle to speak. You could see Osamu smirking again from on top of you as your face flushed. “Stop that!”

Atsumu ignores your protests and lifts your hips off the bed easily, placing you on Osamu's lap, and rubs your thighs in a circular motion before he smacks the spot with his palm. “One.” 

“Two.” Atsumu spanks you once more, making you yelp. Each relentless smack made tears prick in your eyes, but the feeling was too delicious for you to protest anymore.

You could hear the smirk in his voice as he continued spanking you, and you struggled to say the numbers between your cries. 

He was making it hard to concentrate, and you were trying to squirm away from the slaps. The spot static with pain. 

Osamu held you tight against him, your back against his chest, while Atsumu delivered the next five smacks quickly and firmly, alternating between each thigh. 

“Three, four, five, six, seven...” He counts with a smirk on his face. You whimpered, body arching. He rubbed your sore thighs to soothe the burning, while Osamu played with your hair some more, whispering sweet reassurances into your ear. “So sweet and plaint for us...” 

He watched you as you started to break for his brother, your breathing becoming uneven and your whimpers becoming loops of pain and something else as Atsumu continued to land slaps on your poor thighs. 

“I’m impressed, you’re taking it like a good girl.” Osamu leans down and kisses your neck, trailing his lips down to your shoulder. The methodical brands made you gasp, trying to turn away, but he instead grips your hair and bites down on your skin, leaving a hickey. 

“Keep still, don’t make me say it again. You’re taking so much already, just one more slap and it’ll be over.” He purred huskily against your skin. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, sniffling. Atsumu tsks, seeing your tears, his voice drawling out in a mocking, insincere tone. “Aww, are you crying? Does it hurt that much?” 

He leans back and glances at the marks he’s left on your thighs, clearly enjoying the fact that he made you cry. 

Osamu gently tilts your head up and kisses your cheek, whispering soothingly and wanting to hear you say the last number now. 

“T-ten...” You swallow thickly as you croak the word out. Atsumu hums in satisfaction and rewards you with a gentle pat. 

“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Osamu lets go of your hair and starts to rub your arms, giving you time to calm down a bit. 

“You guys are assholes...” You grumbled, trying to catch your breath. Atsumu just laughs again, this time a bit louder at your attitude. He pats your thigh again. “Yeah, but we’re your assholes.” 

“You're nothing but a pain in my ass.” You grumbled out. Osamu snorted at your comment and snarky attitude. 

Atsumu’s hand glides up your thigh, rubbing the reddened skin there. He lifts your leg and rests it on his shoulder, making you lie your knee against your chest. “We're about to be an actual pain in your ass in a minute, though.” 

You blink, brows furrowed in oblivious confusion at his words. “W-What?” 

Atsumu grins and lifts your other leg as well, trapping you in place. They both started to undress. 

Osamu was taking off his shirt from behind you, your back a constant warmth against him as he kept you close to him with one hand on your hip while the other gripped the bottom of his shirt, tugging it off. 

Atsumu shifted, sitting up on his knees, using his free hand that wasn't on your leg to unbuckle his belt. 

You realize what they're about to do, and your eyes widen in realization and disbelief. You try to squirm away, but find it impossible with the position you’re in. “H-Hey! Wait! What are you guys doing?” 

They finish undressing and are wearing nothing but boxers on either side of you. Atsumu looms over you, a smug expression on his face. 

“Don’t worry.” His hands go down your legs to your panties, making you squirm further in their hold. Once he reached the waistband, he slowly—teasingly, tugged the fabric up your legs, his hands following to trace your skin. 

When he had them at your ankle, he slung them near his suitcase—no doubt planning on stuffing them in there when all is said and done and you’re too dazed to even notice.  

“H-Hey! Let’s talk about this—” You attempted to reason, but Osamu’s eyes were trained on the unclothed place between your thighs, and Atsumu was too busy keeping your legs on his shoulders as he spat down onto your bare cunt. 

The wet splat of it had you recoil as if shot, gasping in both the shock of the action and the shocking arousal that followed. 

And when Osamu watches his brother’s spit trickle down from your pretty clit down to the folds he was dying to part and fuck into, he almost gave up on prep and pinned you down beneath him. Yet, he restrained himself. 

But watching as his brother shifted, moving lower down the side of the bed, tugging you closer to him, making you yelp as your back slid from against Osamu’s chest to your head resting on his lap, had his cock twitch with interest. 

Atsumu kept one firm hand on your ankle, keeping it on his shoulder while the other trailed down your abdomen and your tilted up skirt, teasingly trickling down to where you were hot and needy. 

“A-Atsumu!” You called out in one last attempt before Osamu’s hand covered your mouth, making you yelp in surprise, but before your eyes could glare into his, they rolled back. 

Atsumu’s fingers finally pressed against the fat of your cunt, thumb brushing against your engorged clit while his index and middle ran up and down your slit, coating himself in your mix of arousal and his spit.  

“Mm,” He grunted. “Thatta girl.” 

His movements made you shudder, relenting under the deliberate stimulation, his fingers prodding with shallow exploration, purposeful in his taunting. 

It wasn’t until Atsumu’s fingers moved from prodding your entrance to trailing that slick down to your puckered hole that you panicked. 

“H-Hey!” You protested as your hips traitorously bucked, but your words came out muffled against Osamu's hand. 

“Just giving you what you need, sweetheart. We know how frustrated you’ve been.” He stated before turning to look at Osamu, who is watching your every move as if he's going to pounce at any moment. 

“Yeah! Because of you two!” You accused through a shaky moan. Atsumu shrugs and slicks his fingers with more of your arousal, getting ready to prepare you.  

“And we’re gonna take responsibility for it.” He finally replied with a smirk, pushing a finger into your tight entrance, going straight for your sweet spot. You gasp and arch, eyes watering at the instantaneous pleasure. 

The sensation was so unlike anything. Nothing like when you had touched yourself at night, when fighting with them got you too heated. 

“You look so pretty for us.” Osamu watched your reaction intently as Atsumu moved his finger in and out of you slowly. 

He adds a second finger and begins to scissor you open, making your body twitch with each thrust. “Shh, stop being dramatic.” 

You whimper and clench, your lower body tingling with unfamiliar pleasure, making you cry out at the new sensations. “N-No!” 

Atsumu chuckles and speeds up, loving how much you're trying to deny your own pleasure. He leans forward, forcing your legs to bend down with him, pressing your knee to your chest as he licks your tears away from your cheek, curling his fingers. “You can’t lie to us. You’re enjoying this.” 

“No, I’m n-not!” You gasped and whined, the burn from your stretched legs adding delicious pressure. 

Osamu’s hand once on your mouth, moved to brush your hair to the side while his brother continues. “Just keep up with those sweet sounds. It’ll be over soon. Can you handle that?” 

Atsumu chuckles again, his fingers curling even more as he speaks down to your ear, “Your body is betraying you, princess. You’re practically dripping onto the sheets.” 

He looks to Osamu and motions for him to come closer, “Why don’cha check how wet she is?” 

You shake your head desperately, trying to arch away. Your face was burning red in embarrassment and arousal, but you should know better by now than to think it would matter. 

Osamu ignored your shakes, running his hands over your stomach, reaching down to feel how wet you are. “Goddamn it…” 

You try to squirm away, making him groan, clearly affected by the way you squirm and grind against him, forcing his fingers against the wet arousal. 

He holds you still with one arm and looks down at your pussy. It’s red and puffy, a sight that he thinks is adorable. 

He taps Atsumu’s hand to make him stop moving his fingers, making the older guy roll his eyes. But Osamu’s hunger was too prominent to care. “Enough. I wanna taste her.” 

Your eyes flashed open, and you shook your head, protesting as your face flushed in embarrassment at his intentions. “No!” 

Atsumu withdraws his fingers, making an oozing sound from how much you were dripping from the collected arousal he used to lube up your back entrance before letting Osamu take control. 

His release on you allowed your legs to fall back from their unnatural position, the ache still there but dulled. They seemed to enjoy torturing you with anticipation. 

“Be a good girl and let him eat you out.” Atsumu hushes you with a kiss on the temple, leaving one hand following your middle before the other moves to keep your legs open and spread for his brother, pushing your hips upward slightly with the movement, completely exposed.  

You whimper and shake your head, eyes blurry. Osamu tuts, his fingers now tracing the curve of your hip, up to your chin. “I think you need a little help staying still.” 

You shake your head in denial, breathing heavily. Atsumu, now behind you, lifts your head up once more and grips your jaw firmly, his own hips pressing against your shoulders. “Just relax, I’ll hold you for him.” 

You hiccup while he wipes your tears away and looks down at your pitiful state, thinking how lovely you look like this. He then motions for Osamu to go on. 

“I’ve got her, go ahead,” He urged while he forced your legs open to keep them available for his brother’s intentions. 

You whimper as Osamu lowers his head and buries it between your thighs, inhaling your scent. He groans and starts to lick a long strip up your core. 

You gasp and buck in reaction, moaning with embarrassment. He hums against you, licking up your arousal with fervor. 

The fat of his tongue dragging wet heat up along your slit made you shudder, the feeling so branding and possessed. 

Atsumu chuckles at the way you're bucking, holding your head in place, and forcing you to watch Osamu eat you out. “Such a needy little thing.” 

“I’m not...hah...needy.” You shake your head, panting. Despite your words, your eyes were half-lidded with lust as your hips ground into Osamu’s face greedily. 

Atsumu grins and pushes your legs even further apart, making you gasp again as Osamu starts to suck on your clit. 

“Yes, you are. You’re practically mewling for us, princess.” You whimpered in protest to his words, trailing off with an involuntary squeal, “I’m...not...!” 

Atsumu's hand slides to your stomach, then to your throat, wrapping it around lightly and giving it a warning squeeze. “Say that again, and I’ll stop him from making your needy pussy feel good.” 

Osamu takes a break to take a nip at the inner thigh Atsumu had forgone on his movement to threaten you, making you yelp. He grins and smacks your thigh for the noise, causing another red handprint to form. 

“I think she’s being a brat on purpose, don’cha agree?” He bites again, harder this time, and speaks against your skin, “Say it.” 

You let out another pathetic whimper. Atsumu grips your throat tighter and forces you to look up at him, amused at your resistance. “Last chance.” 

He starts to rub his cock against you, reminding you that he's still there, hard and wanting. 

Osamu keeps on biting and licking, avoiding where you want him, as his own erection grows more noticeable as well. You hiccup through teary eyes, asking, “W-What...?” 

“That you’re needy. Just admit it, princess.” He purred sensually, trying to coerce you. He squeezes your throat again and looks to Osamu, waiting for you to break. 

You can feel how hard they both are against you, their hot breath making you dizzy with desire. 

You eventually swallowed and shook your head, pride taking the front seat. Osamu stops completely, his tongue replaced with a couple of his fingers. 

He shoves them inside you without presumption and watches you struggle to answer, his irritation growing. “Stop being so goddamn stubborn.” 

The movement made you whine, clenching at the intrusion. Osamu curls his fingers and starts pumping them roughly, thrusting them in sync with the throbbing of your core. “Say it, and maybe we’ll let you cum.” 

You moaned as he continued, making him speed up the pace of his fingers, adding a third. It was pure torture. Your hips bucked and ground, overstimulated and needy, but knowing soon they’d stop. 

Atsumu’s hand slides up to your jawline and pushes your head down to face his brother, his own voice dropping. “You can’t ignore it, you’re gonna cum soon. Just say it.” 

Your face flushes, body shuddering at your impending orgasm. You shake your head and choke on a sob, lip quivering as you stubbornly refuse to give in. 

They both sigh in frustration, seeing your lips quiver, but they love the sight of your tears too much to give up. They both know how to get you to speak in the end. 

“You’re being such a baby.” Osamu takes his fingers out and slaps your clit, making you jolt and squeak out a ‘please’. He smirked triumphantly, “Please, what?” 

“Please...” You swallowed down your pride as you spoke. You pant, each thrust of his fingers making your body shiver with anticipation. 

“Good girl, go on.” Atsumu’s hand caresses your face and caresses your cheek. This was the first time they’ve heard you beg, and they were addicted. 

You flushed, embarrassed. Atsumu waits for the word, stroking your hair in encouragement, his heart racing with excitement. 

“Please keep making me feel good...” You looked away, cheeks burning. They were both stunned for a moment, surprised by your submission.  

Atsumu was the first to recover and moved to pinch your pebbled nipple through your shirt, squeezing hard as he spoke. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

You whimper at the sharp pinch, wincing slightly. Atsumu grabs your chin and makes you look at them again, a smug smile plastered on his face. “See? You can listen.” 

Osamu slips his fingers back inside, rewarding you with his skilled mouth again. This time, he doesn't stop you from moving, making you whine and buck. “F-fuck...!” 

Osamu grins wider and pushes your hips down, watching you grind on his fingers. He licks and sucks on your most sensitive parts, his own words coming out in between filthy pants. “Such pretty sounds, our princess has a dirty mouth.” 

You squirm, face turning away in embarrassment and arousal. Atsumu takes his turn on you, grabbing you from under your arms to press you against his back, all while keeping your cunt level with Osamu’s mouth before claiming your lips as he holds your face in place. 

He slips his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch as if he’s claiming that too, making you whimper and kiss back, tongue grazing against his eagerly. 

He deepens the kiss, his tongue twisting with yours as he eats up your moans. He tugs at your bottom lip and pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. “Now be a good girl and moan for us, loudly.” 

“Huh?” You inhale deeply, flushed and overwhelmed to the point you were still processing his words. Osamu starts to move his fingers again, curling them upwards and rubbing that sweet spot. 

He doesn't slow down either, now shoving his tongue inside you along with his fingers, murmuring, “Let the whole building hear how much you love this.” 

You squealed as Osamu’s wet muscle intrudes along with his fingers, your body going rigid with pleasure. 

Atsumu chuckles darkly, his hand now resting on your stomach as he enjoys the sight of your reaction. “That’s more like it. Louder, baby.” 

You whimper and buck uncontrollably, panting and blabbering as your mind slowly turns to mush. All you can do is hiccup ever so often and sniffle away your tears. 

Atsumu pins you down so you’re completely immobilized. He moves his hand up to your breasts, massaging and pinching your nipples, keeping your noises consistent. 

He starts to speak again, but you hear the lust in his voice. “You’re gonna wake up everyone, they’ll know how much of a cock slut you are.” 

You bite your lip, trying to muffle your noises while your mind clouds. Atsumu tsks, irritated again by your attempts to be quiet. He pushes his hand onto your mouth, shoving his fingers into it. 

“Don’t you dare hold back, we wanna hear how wrecked you are.” He bites your neck, his hand sliding down to your stomach, now rubbing your skin, almost soothingly. 

You whimper and suckle on his digits as they pump, eyelashes fluttering shut, making tears fall as Osamu’s movements make you get closer to orgasm. 

They groan at the sight of you suckling and crying, and they increase their speed together, trying to get you to cry out even more. 

“Such a good little cock sucker, too.” Atsumu groans out, “Cum for us, be our good girl and cum.” 

You throw your head back and arch, crying out around Atsumu’s fingers in your mouth, body bucking and shuddering as you cum. “A-ah!” 

They both stop their actions, but still hold you as you ride out your high. Osamu removes his fingers and watches you fall apart beautifully. 

“That’s it, there you go. You look so beautiful when you cum like that.” Atsumu pulls his fingers out of your mouth and wipes away your tears. He kisses your forehead once more, his own breathing heavy. 

You pant, a sharp inhale of breath making you hiccup, chest heaving. Their collective touches left you both wanting more and to walk away. That is, if you could even walk. 

Atsumu lifts you up and sets you in his lap, holding you close as he whispers comforting things. He brushes away your messy hair and caresses your back. “Shh, you did so well. We’re proud of you.” 

Osamu nods in agreement, sitting beside you and petting your hair too. His eyes are full of awe and satisfaction. You were catching your breath, looking away in embarrassment. 

They notice your awkward demeanor and know you’re feeling embarrassed for being so vulnerable in front of them. 

They lift your chin and make you look at them again, their eyes softening as they see your pout. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. You were amazing. We mean it.” 

Atsumu leans down to whisper something, a hint of possessiveness in his voice. “You’re ours now, you belong to us.” 

masterlist. masterlist.haikyuu

April 19, 2026. PST: 11:50 PM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

Black Clover Master List:

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

★| “Surrender, It Won’t bite you! Much...”

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

☆| To be made.

Masterlist.

April 08, 2026. PST: 4:20 PM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

KNB And JJK Men Reacting To/Finding Out You Have Nipple/Tongue Piercings. Previous ⇤ Part 3 out of 14 ⇥ Next

Universe: Kuroko No Basket Troupe: Best Friends With A Twist 2nd Point Of View Warnings: Smut Words: 3012

"An Agreement Is An Agreement."

Kise was always an overwhelming amount of arrogance and over-spoken conversations, and it usually led you to zoning out and nodding with monotonous ‘yes’s and ‘uh-huh’s. 

So, when Kise came up to you with a massive smirk that was more smug than grinning sunshine, your eyes narrowed in suspicion.  

“Heyyy,” He greeted with an uncharacteristic amount of pep as he skipped toward you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, following your steps with ease.  

“Hey yourself, stranger,” You replied with suspicion. “Why are you so happy today? And I mean weirdly happy.”  

He feigned ignorance with a look you knew all too well—it was one of mischief. “Oh, you know... just happy because today’s the day.”  

His chirpy tone only made you squirm further with unease. “Today?”  

His smirk doesn’t falter, and instead he continues, “Oh? Forgotten already, my partner in crime?”  

Your brows furrowed, contemplating before you let the nail hit the coffin. “Forgotten what?”  

“That today’s the day we finally show each other our piercings,” He replied casually, grin peaking through.  

His words made you freeze. It was then that your body jolted at the realization. “No... you didn’t.”  

His smirk further grew crooked as he continued, “Oh, I did. Now you have to show me your piercings.”  

He was practically vibrating with anticipation and it only made your lips part in shock at what he meant. “You actually got the piercing? How did your manager even allow that!?”  

This whole conversation was crazy! I mean, you didn’t even mean to make that whole agreement a thing. 

It started with a simple video call. You had been with a friend, but Kise was needy and you gave in this once only because your friend was okay with sharing your company.  

You were bouncing between her and him until she let it slip about you having unconventional piercings. Kise had perked up at the new information and fired out rapid questions.  

“You have piercings?”   “Can I see?”   “Where is it at?”   “Is it a ball or like one of those bull type rings?”  

His constant pestering only made you roll your eyes. “Fat chance. The only time I’d ever show you my piercings is if you had one of your own, and we all know your managers would never allow their precious “Ryota-sama” to be tainted.”  

Your mocking only made him pout with determination. “Oh, really, huh? Well, I’ll show you I’m not owned by them!”  

The next day he came back with the same pout, but more drooped. “They said no.”  

You smirked knowingly. “Figured. You’re just “too precious”,” You mocked before pinching his cheek.  

From that to now’s situation, you were still suspicious on how he actually achieved convincing his managers to allow him to get a piercing. 

“I don’t believe you,” You accused, eyes narrowing in on him. “What exactly did you have pierced?”  

His voice chirped with tease, “Oh, but I think you owe me the answer to my previous question first.”  

“Oh, really, huh?” You play along, coy as ever. Your eyes ran over him, observing his posture and his clothes, searching for just a reference of where his supposed piercing is. 

He saw you checking for a peak, and he shook his head with a laugh. “Seriously don’t believe me? Fine. How about you come over to my place.” 

Your brow shot up in an intrigued arch. “Your place?” 

“Yeah, why not?” He questioned, tilting his head. “I’m curious, you’re curious—let’s cave-in to our interest.” 

His words made you ponder the idea. Although he was as over-eager as ever, you couldn’t help but feel the mischievous reaction that trailed down your spine at the thought of his shocked face seeing your piercings. 

“Hm,” You hummed in response, watching as he tried and failed to hold back his obvious excitement. “Deal.” 

He watched as your own mouth fell into a closed-lip smile, and it was then he probably should have caught onto your own mischief, but instead, he shook your hand as if you two just finished signing a contract. 

Yet, you both parted ways, waiting for the inevitable. You, finishing up tasks, and him, barely finishing a shoot before his parents went to a promotional party with his managers and potential business proposals. 

That left him all alone and eagerly waiting for your arrival while patiently waiting to see where your piercings were. 

You were careful when you arrived, knocking gently and making sure nobody saw you come in. Kise’s fans were crazy, and you wouldn’t put it past them to try and stalk where he lives either. 

Eventually he opened the door, it was a swift movement, giving away how long he had been waiting. 

He casually leaned against his door, a pair of jeans and a big white shirt as his wardrobe, hair slightly wet, showing he had taken a shower. “Hey.” 

“Hey, yourself,” You smirked and pushed past him, shoving his shoulder out of the way. “Dork. Who stands like that?” 

He laughed, closing the door behind him before turning to you. “Wow, so mean already. Maybe this is a sign you’re a sadist.” 

“Ha, ha, ha,” You mock a laugh, rolling your eyes before turning to him. “Either way, wouldn’t that make you the masochist?” 

“Me? I’m no masochist.” He snorted. 

He then walked over to you with a lazy sort of saunter just before poking your chest. “Maybe you’re just trying to delay the inevitable.” 

You playfully hold the area he had poked, scoffing in a dramatic show or offense. “Me? Delay?” 

“Not gonna happen. I’ve waited too long,” He responded to your theatrics, turning you around and guiding you by your shoulders to his living room not too far away and poking you to fall onto the couch. 

You played along and bounced back onto the couch, grin taking over your features. “Alright, alright. I get it, no more wasting time.” 

He fell back onto his armchair, slightly hunched back and spread-legged while you both stared at each other blankly, wondering how this was going to go. 

After a moment of awkward silence, you clap your hands. “Okay, you first, star child.” 

He smirked, “Oh, so eager to see me half-naked, huh?” 

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Come on, superstar, you’re first. That was the deal.” 

He chuckled, taking a dramatic pause before he lifted his baggie shirt, revealing his navel piercing, a cute little studded ball ring. 

Your eyes arose in surprise, it wasn’t something you’d think to ever see on him, but you didn’t mind the look of it. In fact, you think you’ve just gotten even more attracted to him. 

“Hot, right?” He grinnned smugly, proudly showing off not only did he pull it off, but that he had convinced his managers to approve. 

“Hot indeed...” You mumured, nodding in approval. “Can I get a closer look?” 

He faltered slightly, not expecting your forwardness, but he accepted with red ears nonetheless. So, you got up from your seat and brushed your thumb over it curiously. 

You saw the intake of breath, the way his abdomen sucked in slightly at your touch. His ears were prominently red, and it made you smirk before you pulled back. “Not bad, superstar. Not bad at all.” 

He quickly pushed his shirt back down, trying to shake off the sensitive nature of letting you touch his piercing before clearing his throat. Letting one of his easy grins slide back on as he nodded to you. “Your turn.” 

You raised a brow, knowing smirk taking place on your lips. “And you’re sure you want to see my piercings?” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Despite them being unconventional?” 

“Yup.” 

“Okay,” You stretched out the word before lifting your shirt off, revealing your bare breasts that had nipple piercings adorning them. 

You’ve had them for a while so you were confident in the way you look with them, but even despite that, nothing would prepare you for his reaction. 

The sight made him grunt, similar to that of a wounded animal, a type of whimper that was extremely distinct. His lips were parted, and his eyes widened. 

In fact, he was so affected by the sight of your piercings, he had to shift slightly to hide the boner in his pants, moving the baggy shirt further over himself before letting out a shaky breath. “You had that done?” 

His voice came out in a croak that made you chuckle before responding, “Yeah. Hurt like a bitch while the poor things were always rubbing against my shirt someway, somehow. They’re fine now, though. Makes things interesting.” 

“Interesting?” He asked, his voice slightly deeper as he asked it, making you amused. 

“Yeah, I mean, look at the things.” You retorted with a playful roll of your eyes. 

Oh, and he did look. His eyes were practically glued to them, your nipples now forever preserved to the metal made your nipples perked, and it was something that was making his head spin. 

“Can I touch them?” He asked before he could stop his tongue from lolling out the words, which was practically salivating with drool. 

You raised an intrigued brow at his boldness through his frozen state but decided to see how far you could push him by nodding with a ‘yes’. 

He quickly stood up, almost losing balance as he walked over to you and took you by the back of your ribs, dangerously close to your breasts. 

His eager touch made your own breath hitch in surprise. He seemed to be on autopilot at this point as his hands tightened the more he saw. “Shit.” 

His curse didn't stop there as his hands moved up and officially cupped your breasts, thumb just circling the underside of your boobs. “Fucking hell...” 

“That enamored, huh?” You commented, trying to keep things light despite the newfound buzz in the air as his thumbs slowly inched to touching the piercing part of your nipples. 

“It’s your fault for getting these,” He rumbled as he instinctively squeezed, causing you to hold back a moan. 

The piercings made every touch of his extra sensitive for you, which was why the arousal pooling in your panties was so easy to gather in waves. 

“Tell me something, and don’t lie about it.” He said through the huff in his voice. 

“What?” 

“Are you wet right now?” 

“Can you blame me with the way you’re touching me?” You breathed out in retort, heart beating underneath his touch and only grew in speed when he stepped closer. 

“Don’t play with me,” He practically whimpered. 

You take one of his hands and trail it down to your pants, letting it dip inside to feel the wet patch over your panties. 

He shuddered, fingers brushing against the damp fabric, feeling the evidence of your arousal. A low groan escapes his throat at the sensation. 

“Fuck,” He murmured, his voice husky with desire. His fingers press more firmly against your clothed sex, rubbing slow circles as he takes another step closer, pressing against you. “Why do you always have to be such a tease?” 

“Look who’s talking,” You gasped out in a breathy laugh, his minstrations serving to arouse you further.  

Kise leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “Yet you’re so wet for me already, aren’t you? All because I’m caressing you?” 

His questions were followed with the light brush of his thumb against your nipple, finally giving you that sweet source of pleasure you’ve been waiting for him to give you. 

“So what?” You weakly retorted, which led him to tilt his head down to your ear, letting his hand pull out from your panties and grip your waist, tugging you flush against him, making your nipple piercings rub against his shirt. 

His firm movements made you bite your lip as he repeated harshly, “So what?” 

His hand kept you close while the other kneaded your breast, paying particular attention to the metal of your nipple piercing before continuing, “So, it’s hot, and if you don’t stop me soon, I’ll have to have a taste of you.” 

“Yeah?” Your brows raised, the part of your lips giving away how much you really want that to happen. 

“Yeah,” He confirmed with a slight whine, his hips pressing forward to grind his hardened bulge against your thigh, showing how interested in you he really is. 

His hand trailed down your waist to your hip, then moving into your pants to pinch the elastic of your panties, moving into the middle of it, forcing it to gather in between the fat of your pussy lips and grind against your clit, making you gasp. “Fuck.” 

He saw your pupils dilate and he starts to kiss your jaw, letting the hand he had on your breast fall to your back as he guided you backward until the back of your knees buckle at the edge of the couch, making you both fall down onto it. 

“You want to know what I’m thinking?” His hand keeps himself up as he stares down at you, revealing his own dilated pupils. 

He leans down once more so his lips brush against yours, the tension between you at a steady rhythm as he finishes, “I’m thinking about how much I want to strip you bare and worship  every inch of you.” 

His words made you shudder, chest arching up into him. “S-shit, don’t say things like that...” 

“Why? Aroused?” He drawled with an almost animalistic desperation that you could feel in the way he bucked the rough fabric of his jeans against your own pants, relishing in the way it grinds against his sensitive shaft and your clit. 

“No shit,” You remarked, holding onto him as you gasped, one hand underneath his arm and the other gripping his bicep. 

He grinned, and before you knew it, his own hands went for your back and for your hips, shifting your shared position so his back is against the backrest of the couch and you on top of him. 

His eyes then fell back to the jewelry adorning your breasts, his hands cupping them. “Now can I have a taste of these?” 

You bit your lip and nod. 

So he leaned down, lips parting before they wrapped around your nipple, engulfing it into the warmth of his mouth as his tongue swatches it and twirls the piercing in his mouth with a groan, hand tightening around your other breast while your hips rocked in response. 

“Keep doing that,” You encouraged, head tilting back as he gives your piercings extra attention, making the metal move and grind against your sensitive nipples. 

The cool sensation of the metal made him buck his hips up into yours, creating a delicious cycle of stimulation. His cock pulsed while your clit ached, both bodies grinding against each other desperately as he keeps his mouth on your tit. 

As his lips part with a wet smack, he switches to the other, kneading both boobs with caution, thumb flicking the non-occupied nipple while his tongue mimics the movement. 

“Oh, oh...” Your lips parted with gasps as you ground down harder in response, your movements serving to make his mouth suckle harder, hips grinding further. 

His mouth vibrated against your tit with his own whimper as he let a hand fall to your hip, forcing them to stimulate you both further, hand guiding your gyration. 

“Such a—mm—good girl,” He choked slightly, not getting enough of the metalic taste your nipples now embody, both of you grinding and moaning against each other like drunken sexaholics. 

Your eyes started to water, the stimulation to your nipples and the rough grind of his jeans made everything overwhelming. 

“S-shit... too much,” You whimpered out, followed by a mewl when he bucks at the right angle, directly grinding against your clothed clit. 

“You can take it,” He mumbled, parting from your now swollen nipple to start kissing your neck, one hand on your hip while the other continues to graze and pinch your nipple. 

His words made you whine, desperately grinding down onto his lap despite the stimulation. Followed by his own rough shudders and moans. 

“Mm’ close—,” You croaked out, hand tightening against the nape of his neck as his lips now started to suck hickeys. 

“Me too, sweetheart,” He grunted, his pupils dilating further while his tip starts to leak pre-cum in his boxers, too pent up to be embarrassed. 

He then removes his hand from your nipple to hold you closer as he moves from your neck to your lips, making out with you sloppily as you both get dangerously close to your climax. 

Both of your hips rock, jut, and roll with desperation. Pierced nipples grinding against his shirt, making him hyper-aware of your whimpers and the way you felt on top of him. 

He groaned as he was on the edge, feeling how your thighs tighten around his own, making him buck up without regard, letting his pelvis slam into yours, overstimulating you both just before he heard your cry of ecstasy. 

His movements didn’t stop, it only proceeded as he felt you moan against his lips, drowning in the feeling as he followed after. 

You twitched while he shuddered, hips jutting compulsively ever so often as he falls down from the high. 

Your chest was heaving, his own taking deep breaths while his hand rubbed your back, keeping you close while you shook. 

“Didn’t know you were so sensitive,” He joked. 

The change of tension to lightheartedness made you laugh, feeling the weight of dry-humping eachother falling off your shoulders. “Asshat.” 

He grinned, looking down briefly before smirking back up at you. “You’re right, these piercings do make things interesting,” He commented before pinching your nipple piercing. 

Previous ⇤ Part 3 out of 14 ⇥ Next

Masterlist. Masterlist.knb

January 09, 2025. PST: 09:06 AM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

PROMPT LIST:

↳ Jujutsu Kaisen

↳ Attack on Titan

↳ Kuroko No Basket

↳ Haikyuu

↳ Death Note

↳ Blue Lock

↳ Tokyo Revengers

A/N: These are just rough scenarios, so I have a better idea of what to write!–But if you want a specific scenario done, make sure to dm! It's difficult to write without a good base...;-;

September 22, 2025. PST; 12:31 AM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

Tokyo Revengers Prompt List:

More to come if properly recommended!

☆| 1st Prompt

Trope: Childhood friends-to-lovers

Dynamic: Reckless delinquent × steady childhood friend

Situation: They grew up running the same streets — now one’s in a gang, the other begs them not to throw their life away, even as their feelings grow.

☆| 2nd Prompt

Trope: Enemies-to-lovers

Dynamic: Rival gang member × sworn enemy

Situation: They’re supposed to fight on sight, but sneaking away after brawls turns into whispered conversations under neon lights.

☆| 3rd Prompt

Trope: Forbidden romance

Dynamic: Gang leader × rival’s sister

Situation: If either side finds out, it could start a war — but they can’t stop meeting in secret.

☆| 4th Prompt

Trope: “I thought I lost you”

Dynamic: Hot-headed fighter × voice of reason

Situation: After a brutal gang clash, one is missing; when they finally reunite at the hospital, feelings erupt between tears and relief.

☆| 5th Prompt

Trope: Secret relationship

Dynamic: Vice-captain × schoolmate

Situation: Nobody in the gang knows he sneaks off after meetings to walk her home, helmet hiding his face from his brothers.

☆| 6th Prompt

Trope: Confession in crisis

Dynamic: Soft-hearted delinquent × fearless best friend

Situation: Cornered by enemies, one admits their feelings, unsure if they’ll even survive the night to see what happens next.

☆| 7th Prompt

Trope: Reunion

Dynamic: Ex-girlfriend × time traveler

Situation: When the protagonist returns to the past, seeing her again nearly breaks them — this time, they vow not to let things end the same way.

☆| 8th Prompt

Trope: Love hidden in plain sight

Dynamic: Loud, rowdy delinquent × patient classmate

Situation: Everyone thinks she’s just “tolerating” him, but her packed lunches and bandaged knuckles tell the truth.

☆| 9th Prompt

Trope: Slow burn

Dynamic: Stoic gang leader × teasing right-hand supporter

Situation: They’ve been side by side for years, sharing victories and blood — but it takes the threat of losing everything to admit their bond is more than brotherhood.

☆| 10th Prompt

Trope: Hurt/comfort

Dynamic: Bruised delinquent × healer-at-heart

Situation: After every gang fight, he shows up at her doorstep battered and bleeding, and she can’t help but patch him up — even as she scolds him through tears.

☆| 11th Prompt

Trope: Tragic romance

Dynamic: Dreamer who wants peace × fighter who can’t escape violence

Situation: They dream of running away together, but every gang feud pulls them back into a cycle they can’t break.

☆| 12th Prompt

Trope: Fake dating

Dynamic: Player delinquent × serious, grounded girl

Situation: To throw off rival gangs sniffing around, they pretend to date — until the act stirs up something real.

☆| 13th Prompt

Trope: Domestic fluff (bittersweet in context)

Dynamic: Leader always in fights × partner who gives him a “normal” life

Situation: After a long day of gang wars, he shows up at her house — not for food or bandages, but just to sit on the couch and watch TV with her.

☆| 14th Prompt

Trope: Conflicted loyalty

Dynamic: Member of Toman × lover tied to a rival gang

Situation: They know if the truth comes out, one will be forced to choose — the gang or the person they love.

☆| 15th Prompt

Trope: Obsession mistaken for love

Dynamic: Jealous delinquent × childhood crush

Situation: He swears he’s protecting her by controlling who she talks to, but she begins to wonder if it’s really protection or something darker.

↳ Tokyo Revengers Master List

September 22, 2025. PST; 12:27 AM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

Blue Lock Prompt List:

More to come if properly recommended!

☆| 1st Prompt

Trope: Rivals-to-lovers

Dynamic: Ego-driven striker × ambitious female forward

Situation: She’s brought into Blue Lock as part of an experimental co-ed trial, and her presence rattles the strikers — especially the one who can’t decide if they hate her skill or admire her too much.

☆| 2nd Prompt

Trope: Forced proximity

Dynamic: Cocky show-off × no-nonsense strategist

Situation: During training camps, they’re assigned as roommates. Late-night arguments about soccer philosophy shift into something more personal.

☆| 3rd Prompt

Trope: Childhood friends-to-lovers

Dynamic: Stubborn striker × supportive childhood teammate (female)

Situation: They grew up playing street soccer together. Now he’s in Blue Lock, but she reminds him where his love for the game came from.

☆| 4th Prompt

Trope: Love hidden in plain sight

Dynamic: Popular forward × overlooked female manager

Situation: Everyone thinks their interactions are purely “player–staff,” but the way he lingers after practice to help her clean up says otherwise.

☆| 5th Prompt

Trope: Enemies-to-lovers

Dynamic: Aggressive striker × rival female defender

Situation: She’s recruited to spar with the Blue Lock strikers as an outside challenger — and one particular striker cannot stand how she shuts him down… or how she smirks when she does.

☆| 6th Prompt

Trope: Secret relationship

Dynamic: Star player × the coach’s daughter

Situation: They meet by accident at a team dinner, and despite knowing it could destroy his chances in Blue Lock, neither can stay away.

☆| 7th Prompt

Trope: Confession under adrenaline

Dynamic: Passionate striker × analytical female teammate

Situation: After scoring the decisive goal in a scrimmage, he blurts out his feelings right there on the field — leaving her speechless.

☆| 8th Prompt

Trope: Domestic fluff

Dynamic: Chaotic athlete × organized partner

Situation: She helps him study or meal prep so he doesn’t burn out, only to realize “helping” has turned into something deeper.

☆| 9th Prompt

Trope: Obsession mistaken for rivalry

Dynamic: Female playmaker × striker who can’t stop watching her

Situation: He convinces himself he just wants to beat her skills — but then catches himself memorizing the way she laughs on the field.

☆| 10th Prompt

Trope: Fake dating

Dynamic: Charismatic striker × cool-headed girl

Situation: To keep the press from prying into his personal life, he ropes her into pretending to be his girlfriend — until the fake dates stop feeling fake.

☆| 11th Prompt

Trope: “I thought I lost you”

Dynamic: Reckless forward × female medic-in-training

Situation: After a brutal collision in practice, he wakes up in the infirmary with her holding his hand, shaken by how much it scared her.

☆| 12th Prompt

Trope: Training partners to lovers

Dynamic: Arrogant striker × disciplined female rival

Situation: They’re paired up for extra drills, constantly trying to outdo each other — until the rivalry melts into respect, then attraction.

☆| 13th Prompt

Trope: Reunion

Dynamic: Striker who left home × girl who stayed behind

Situation: Years after he chased his dream, he returns for a hometown match, only to find she never stopped cheering for him.

☆| 14th Prompt

Trope: Conflicted loyalty

Dynamic: Blue Lock player × national women’s team forward

Situation: Their countries face off in a mixed exhibition game, and the thrill of competing against each other tests their feelings.

☆| 15th Prompt

Trope: Slow burn

Dynamic: Egoist striker × female player who challenges his worldview

Situation: She forces him to rethink what soccer means with her plays, and the respect that builds between them turns into something he never expected.

↳ Blue Lock Master List

September 22, 2025. PST; 12:26 AM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

Death Note Prompt List:

More to come if properly recommended!

☆| 1st Prompt

Trope: Enemies-to-lovers

Dynamic: Brilliant detective × equally cunning suspect

Situation: They spend nights circling each other in interrogations and stakeouts, unable to deny the strange pull beneath their rivalry.

☆| 2nd Prompt

Trope: Forbidden romance

Dynamic: Kira supporter × anti-Kira investigator

Situation: They fall in love not knowing the other’s true allegiance, until a slip in conversation reveals everything.

☆| 3rd Prompt

Trope: Conflicted loyalty

Dynamic: Devoted follower × calculating mastermind

Situation: One is drawn into helping the other’s schemes, torn between their conscience and the intoxicating allure of their partner’s vision.

☆| 4th Prompt

Trope: Love hidden in plain sight

Dynamic: Reserved intellectual × bubbly extrovert

Situation: Everyone assumes their closeness is platonic — but secret gestures and late-night meetings tell a different story.

☆| 5th Prompt

Trope: Secret relationship

Dynamic: Co-investigators × rivals in deduction

Situation: They share information during the day, but at night they meet in shadowed cafes where their hands brush across files.

☆| 6th Prompt

Trope: Cat-and-mouse romance

Dynamic: Idealistic dreamer × cold realist

Situation: They know the other could destroy them with a single move, yet they keep playing the game — and secretly hoping it never ends.

☆| 7th Prompt

Trope: Obsession mistaken for love

Dynamic: Worshipful devotee × indifferent genius

Situation: One follows the other’s every move, convinced it’s love, even as the other manipulates them with calculated affection.

☆| 8th Prompt

Trope: Confession under pressure

Dynamic: Cornered suspect × relentless pursuer

Situation: With the police closing in, one admits their feelings — not sure if it’s a distraction, a ploy, or the truth.

☆| 9th Prompt

Trope: Enemies forced to work together

Dynamic: Pragmatic strategist × emotional idealist

Situation: To outwit a greater threat, they must combine their intellect, only to realize the tension between them isn’t just rivalry.

☆| 10th Prompt

Trope: “I thought I lost you”

Dynamic: Reckless risk-taker × cautious planner

Situation: After a failed operation against Kira, one goes missing — and the other realizes, in panic, how much they actually mean to them.

☆| 11th Prompt

Trope: Dangerous attraction

Dynamic: Kira sympathizer × suspicious detective

Situation: Every time they meet, it’s clear one could betray the other — but the danger only makes their connection burn brighter.

☆| 12th Prompt

Trope: Slow burn

Dynamic: Socially awkward genius × patient partner

Situation: Countless late nights working cases together, sharing sweets and theories, until quiet companionship blooms into something more.

☆| 13th Prompt

Trope: Tragic romance

Dynamic: Both brilliant, both doomed

Situation: They realize too late that love has no place in a game where every move could end in death.

☆| 14th Prompt

Trope: Love in manipulation

Dynamic: Master manipulator × reluctant accomplice

Situation: At first, one pulls the strings — but slowly, the “puppet” begins tugging back, changing the game.

☆| 15th Prompt

Trope: Reunion

Dynamic: Former allies torn apart by ideology

Situation: Years later, they meet again in a crowded city — both changed, both haunted, but still unable to let go of the past.

↳ Death Note Master List

September 22, 2025. PST; 12:25 AM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

Haikyuu Prompt List:

More to come if properly recommended!

☆| 1st Prompt

Trope: Rivals-to-lovers

Dynamic: Fiery wing spiker × cool-headed setter

Situation: After an intense practice match, their rivalry spills over into late-night text arguments that slowly turn into something softer.

☆| 2nd Prompt

Trope: Childhood friends-to-lovers

Dynamic: Tall, intimidating blocker × cheerful, supportive friend

Situation: They grew up playing volleyball in the park, and now share the same court again — realizing their bond hasn’t changed, but their feelings have.

☆| 3rd Prompt

Trope: Hurt/comfort

Dynamic: Overly self-critical athlete × endlessly patient teammate

Situation: After a crushing mistake in a game, one stays behind in the gym, punishing themselves with extra practice — until the other shows up with words (and comfort food) that hit home.

☆| 4th Prompt

Trope: Fake dating

Dynamic: Popular team ace × unimpressed classmate

Situation: To fend off a flood of confessions before a big tournament, one convinces the other to “pretend” to date them — but practices, bus rides, and cheering from the stands blur the line.

☆| 5th Prompt

Trope: Confession in adrenaline

Dynamic: Loud, excitable player × shy, quiet one

Situation: After winning a grueling match point, one blurts out their feelings in front of the whole team, shocking everyone (including themselves).

☆| 6th Prompt

Trope: Secret relationship

Dynamic: Star player × team manager

Situation: They sneak glances during practice and steal moments after cleaning up the gym, careful not to let the captain or coach notice.

☆| 7th Prompt

Trope: Domestic fluff

Dynamic: Chaotic prankster × organized, studious partner

Situation: A study session for exams turns into cooking together, trading jokes, and realizing volleyball isn’t the only thing tying them together.

☆| 8th Prompt

Trope: Enemies-to-lovers

Dynamic: Rival team captains

Situation: They’re supposed to hate each other, but after too many after-game conversations at the vending machines, respect turns into something deeper.

☆| 9th Prompt

Trope: “I thought I lost you”

Dynamic: Reckless diving libero × protective teammate

Situation: After one takes a dangerous fall during a game, the other rushes to their side, panic written all over their face — realizing their feelings in that instant.

☆| 10th Prompt

Trope: Slow burn

Dynamic: Reliable setter × emotional wing spiker

Situation: Countless tosses, arguments, reconciliations, and shared victories — until it finally clicks that what they’ve built is more than teamwork.

☆| 11th Prompt

Trope: Festival romance

Dynamic: Clumsy dork × confident partner

Situation: At the summer festival, one wins the other a prize at the goldfish scooping booth, laughing as fireworks explode overhead.

☆| 12th Prompt

Trope: Reunion

Dynamic: Former teammates × now university rivals

Situation: They run into each other at a college tournament, shocked by how much they’ve grown — and how quickly the old spark returns.

☆| 13th Prompt

Trope: Conflicted loyalty

Dynamic: One-sided crush on a rival

Situation: During Nationals, one finds themselves cheering a little too loudly for someone on the other side of the net.

☆| 14th Prompt

Trope: Practice partners to lovers

Dynamic: Meticulous blocker × free-spirited spiker

Situation: Endless one-on-one drills after practice — blocking, spiking, teasing — until the playful competitiveness turns tender.

☆| 15th Prompt

Trope: Love hidden in plain sight

Dynamic: Loud, obvious admirer × oblivious crush

Situation: The whole team knows from the way they save seats on the bus, cheer the loudest, and always pass water bottles — except the one person who matters most.

↳ Haikyuu Master List

September 22, 2025. PST; 12:24 AM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

Kuroko No Basket Prompt List:

More to come if properly recommended!

☆| 1st Prompt

Trope: Rivals-to-lovers

Dynamic: Ace scorer × relentless defender

Situation: After clashing in an intense Winter Cup match, one can’t stop thinking about the other — and it starts with post-game “accidental” hangouts.

☆| 2nd Prompt

Trope: Teammates who can’t admit their feelings

Dynamic: Outgoing show-off × quiet support

Situation: They practice extra hours together; the silence between them feels loaded, especially when one stays behind just to rebound for the other.

☆| 3rd Prompt

Trope: Hurt/comfort

Dynamic: Hot-headed player × calm stabilizer

Situation: After a crushing loss, one breaks down in the locker room; the other sits with them until sunrise, offering silent comfort.

☆| 4th Prompt

Trope: Childhood friends-to-lovers

Dynamic: Steady dreamer × fiery competitor

Situation: They used to shoot hoops in the neighborhood park; now they face each other at nationals, realizing their bond is still unshakable.

☆| 5th Prompt

Trope: Confession in adrenaline

Dynamic: Clutch shooter × reliable playmaker

Situation: Right after sinking a game-winning shot, one blurts out “I love you” in the chaos of victory — leaving the other stunned.

☆| 6th Prompt

Trope: Secret relationship

Dynamic: Popular ace × overlooked benchwarmer

Situation: Everyone watches the star, but nobody notices how their eyes linger on the one who always passes them water at timeouts.

☆| 7th Prompt

Trope: Slow burn

Dynamic: Mentor figure × hardworking junior

Situation: Endless hours of drills, advice, and encouragement — until it’s impossible to ignore the sparks building with every practice session.

☆| 8th Prompt

Trope: Fake dating (to avoid fangirls/fanboys)

Dynamic: Charismatic player × unimpressed classmate

Situation: To get the team captain’s obsessive fans off their back, one convinces the other to pretend to be their partner.

☆| 9th Prompt

Trope: “I thought I lost you”

Dynamic: Reckless daredevil × patient caretaker

Situation: After one collapses from overexertion at practice, the other rushes to the nurse’s office, panicked, realizing how much they matter.

☆| 10th Prompt

Trope: Enemies-to-lovers (Generation of Miracles version)

Dynamic: Former teammate × betrayed by their choices

Situation: Reunited on opposite teams, old wounds resurface — but so does the closeness that never really disappeared.

☆| 11th Prompt

Trope: Reunion romance

Dynamic: Ex-teammates × now rivals

Situation: They run into each other years later at a streetball court, and the playful one-on-one game brings old feelings back.

☆| 12th Prompt

Trope: Unexpected partner

Dynamic: Stoic strategist × class clown

Situation: Paired for a school festival project, they bond off the court, realizing they balance each other more than they thought.

☆| 13th Prompt

Trope: Domestic fluff

Dynamic: Chaotic messy player × organized, responsible one

Situation: Studying at one’s house turns into cooking together, bickering over chores, and laughing late into the night.

☆| 14th Prompt

Trope: Conflicted loyalty

Dynamic: Current teammate × crush on someone from another school

Situation: During the Winter Cup, they cheer louder than they should when the rival makes a perfect shot, giving their feelings away.

☆| 15th Prompt

Trope: Love hidden in plain sight

Dynamic: Loud and fiery × quiet and observant

Situation: The entire team already knows — the way they celebrate wins together, the stolen glances — but the two of them stay blissfully unaware.

↳ Kuroko No Basket Master List

September 22, 2025 PST; 12:23 AM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

Attack On Titan Prompt List:

More to come if properly recommended!

☆| 1st Prompt

Troupe: Enemies-to-lovers

Dynamic: Rival soldiers who can’t stop bickering

Situation: they’re assigned to patrol the Wall together at night, forced into long conversations under the stars.

☆| 2nd Prompt

Troupe: Forbidden Romance

Dynamic: Commander x Subordinate

Situation:During the Marleyan war campaign, they share stolen moments in the quiet before a mission, knowing discovery could cost everything.

☆| 3rd Prompt

Troupe: Childhood friend-to-lovers

Dynamic: One protective, one reckless

Situation:They reminisce in their old training grounds, now abandoned and overgrown, realizing they’ve survived together against all odds.

☆| 4th Prompt

Troupe: Forced Proximity

Dynamic: Cynical strategist x hopeless romantic

Situation: Trapped in the basement of a collapsed building after a Titan attack, they wait hours for rescue–hearts opening in the dark.

☆| 5th Prompt

Troupe: Fake dating(for protection or cover)

Dynamic: Flirty joker x serious and stoic

Situation: To avoid suspicion while undercover in Marley, they pretend to be a couple, only to realize some feelings aren’t staged.

☆| 6th Prompt

Troupe: Hurt/comfort

Dynamic: Caretaker x wounded soldier

Situation: After a brutal expedition, one tens to the other’s injuries in a candlelit barracks room, hands lingering a little too long.

☆| 7th Prompt

Troupe: Slow burn

Dynamic: Best partners in combat, oblivious to their feelings

Situation: They’ve saved each other’s lives so many times it’s routine–until one realizes the thought of losing the other terrifies them more than Titans.

☆| 8th Prompt

Troupe: Confession in the heat of battle

Dynamic: Blnt soldier x secretly tender comrade

Situation: With a Titan closing in and no guarantee of survival, one blurts out a confession before they charge.

☆| 9th Prompt

Troupe: Secret relationship

Dynamic: Overly cautious x thrill-seeker

Situation: They meet in hidden corners of headquarters, careful not to let their squamates notice the way their hands brush during missions.

☆| 10th Prompt

Troupe: Love triangle(messy and complicated)

Dynamic: Two soldiers both in love with the same person

Situation: On a deadly missions, the unspoken tension between them finally boils over–not about the battle, but who their heart belongs to.

☆| 11th Prompt

Troupe: Soulmates(in a bleak world)

Dynamic: Cynic who doesn’t believe in destiny x believer in fate

Situation: They keep being assigned to missions together, surviving impossible odds, until even the skeptic wonders if the universe is trying to tell them something.

☆| 12th Prompt

Troupe: The ”I’ll Protect you” vow

Dynamic: Stoic protector x stubbornly independent soldier

Situation: One swears they’ll never let the other die, even as they argue about who’s really saving whom in the field.

☆| 13th Prompt

Troupe: Conflicted loyalty

Dynamic: Warrior candidate x Survey Corps member

Situation: They meet across enemy lines, weapons drawn–but hesitate, remembering nights spent talking when they didn’t know they were enemies.

☆| 14th Prompt

Troupe: Reunion kiss

Dynamic: ”I thought you were dead” x survivor who fought their way back

Situation: In the chaos after retaking a district, they find each other alive and break down into an embrace that turns into more.

☆| 15th Prompt

Troupe: Domestic fluff in a harsh world

Dynamic: War-hardened soldier x dreamer of peace

Situation: On a rare day off in the barracks, they cook together, laugh, and dare to imagine what life would be like if the fighting ever ended.

↳ Attack on Titan Master List

September 22, 2025. PST; 12:22 AM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

Jujutsu Kaisen Prompt List:

More to come if properly recommended!

☆| 1st Prompt

Troupe: Enemies-to-lovers

Dynamic: Cursed user x Jujutsu sorcerer

Situation: They face off during a mission, but replaced clashes turn into secret meetings where banter slowly blurs into attraction.

☆| 2nd Prompt

Troupe: Forced Proximity

Dynamic: Laid-back joker x uptight strategist

Situation: They’re assigned to share a small Tokyo apartment during along-term investigation of a cursed hotspot.

☆| 3rd Prompt

Troupe: Hurt/Comfort

Dynamic: Battle-Scarred Veteran x Young Optimist

Situation: After exorcising a curse that goes horribly wrong, one sits by the other’s hospital bed through the night.

☆| 4th Prompt

Troupe: Forbidden Romance

Dynamic: Sorcerer x Higher-Up’s assitant

Situation: Their relationship is strictly again Jujutsu HQ rules, but they keep finding excuses to ”accidentally” cross paths in hidden corridors.

☆| 5th Prompt

Troupe: Childhood Friends-To-Lovers

Dynamic: Protective Healer x Reckless Fighter

Situation: Reunited at Jujutsu Tech after years apart, they find their bond is stronger than ever–maybe too strong to stay ”just friends”.

☆| 6th Prompt

Troupe: Secret Relationship

Dynamic: Outgoing and Flirtatious x Shy and Reserved

Situation: They act like strangers in front of their classmates, but at night they sneak away to share quiet laughter beneath the campus lanterns.

☆| 7th Prompt

Troupe: Slow Burn

Dynamic: Teammates who always cover each other’s blind spots

Situation: Everyone else sees it–the way they fight in perfect sync–but it takes years before they finally acknowledge it themselves.

☆| 8th Prompt

Troupe: Confession in crisis

Dynamic: Hot-Headed Sorcerer x Calm Tactician

Situation: Cornered by a special-grade curse, one shouts out their feelings as if it’s their last breath, only to survive and deal with the aftermath.

☆| 9th Prompt

Troupe: Fake Dating

Dynamic: Smooth Liar x Terrible Actor

Situation: To infiltrate a cursed cult, they pose as partners–only to find pretending gets harder the more their real feelings leak through.

☆| 10th Prompt

Troupe: ”I thought you were dead”

Dynamic: Believer in hope x Cynic who gave up on love

Situation: After a mission goes sideways, one mourns the other–until they stagger back alive, bloodied but grinning, into their arms.

☆| 11th Prompt

Troupe: Conflicted Loyalty

Dynamic: Cursed Spirit Sympathizer x Sorcerer Devoted to Duty

Situation: They meet in secret, torn between ideology and the undeniable pull they feel toward each other.

☆| 12th Prompt

Troupe: Domestic Fluff

Dynamic: Chaotic Gremlin x Gentle Caretaker

Situation: On a rare curse-free day, they go shopping, cook together, and argue playfully over whose turn it is to do the dishes.

☆| 13th Prompt

Troupe: Partners-In-Crime (for good or bad)

Dynamic: Mischief-Maker x Exasperated Realist.

Situation: They’re sent to investigate curses in a rural town, but end up sneaking away to explore abandoned shrines together instead.

☆| 14th Prompt

Troupe: Unspoken Yearning

Dynamic: Stoic Fighter x Loud, Expressive Sorcerer

Situation: Everyone can see the stolen glances and subtle gesture–except them, because neither dares to speak first.

☆| 15th Prompt

Troupe: Training Partners to Lovers

Dynamic: Playful Rival x Determined Overachiever

Situation: Sparring matches always end with one pinning the other to the mat–and neither hurries to get up.

↳ Jujutsu Kaisen Master List

September 22, 2025. PST; 12:20 AM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

Your work deserves more attention!!! It’s sooooo goood, absolute cinema! You’re so talented!!

I know I haven’t been active, and that’s mostly because of the lack of motivation and bad habits, but I just wanted to let you know that means a lot.

I love having positive feedback and hearing this lifts my motivation and makes me feel like I need to do better.

Just know that you made someone’s day, and that’s something irreplaceable for me right now :)

[also, sorry if this is a late reply, again, very bad with checking in on this]

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

Universe: Jujutsu Kaisen Troupe: Arranged Marriage 2nd Point Of View Warnings: Smut Words: 11,270

"In Need Of An Heir? By All Means, Creampie."

You and Satoru Gojo were forced to be married by both of your parents. What makes the situation worse is the fact Gojo was your childhood enemy.

Out of all people, it just had to be him.

Unfortunately, you had no other choice but to accept the marriage. The same goes for Gojo. It was a marriage based on mutual familial benefits—an alliance.

And you both were tasked to make a baby together to grow the family bloodline and connect the two clans.

On your first night, you had to live with Gojo together in a vila. You were on some exotic island your two clans bought specifically for your guys' privacy and "enjoyment".

Whatever the hell that's supposed to mean...

You guys were in your villa. In Gojo Clan fashion, it was extravagant and classy. An open scenery to the bright blue ocean water.

At least something was worth seeing. Especially if you were forced to stay with your new husband. An arrogant, semi-narcissistic man. What's worse is the fact he actually had a reason to be an egotistical jerk.

A fact that makes you want to pull your hair out every time he quips about his abilities. The universe truly is a jerk.

I mean, who in holy hell would ever pick Satoru Gojo to be the "chosen one"? I mean, did he seriously have to have both Limitless and The Six Eyes?—I think not.

Not that you could pay much mind to anything else while you were laid out on your shared bed, viewing the beautiful scenery through your very open windows.

It's better than looking back at Gojo who was looming over you with a hidden sick satisfaction to your circumstances.

You guys were about to have sex. I mean, how else are you guys supposed to create an heir?: sex.

You were naked, on all fours while you rested on your forearms in a face-down, ass-up position. An embarrassingly vulnerable position.

At your worst enemy's disposal...

"You better be gentle with me." You spoke up, looking back at him with a warning look. Gojo gazed back at you with an amused expression and rolled his eyes.

He was holding his shaft, lining his tip to your entrance, dragging it up and down. A teasing gesture you just knew he was doing on purpose.

"I think I've watched enough porn to know what I'm doing," He replied, slowly pushing the fat head of his cock inside you, making you squirm and whimper at the intrusion.

Feeling your tight, heated cunt for the first time made his eyes glaze over with something he never thought he'd feel for you—pleasure.

Meanwhile, being stretched with his massive member made your leg instinctively reflex and kick his leg, causing him to wince in pain and fall forward onto you.

The action made him slip deeper into you and made you squeal in surprise, hands clenching around the sheets.

"Agh—What the fuck was that?!" Gojo yelled at you in a strained voice, amusement peaking through his tone while his chest was pressed against your back, his large frame atop you.

His impressive length hit deep to the point any slight movement was sensational, making you shudder.

You glared back at him, trying to keep your composure but finding it hard to. "That's for being an asshole about this."

He chuckles at your words, bright white teeth gleaming as he leaned down, his breath hot against your neck.

"I'm an asshole for trying to fuck my own wife without hurting her? You're the one who's being difficult about this arrangement." He retorts, his hand gripping your hip tightly.

“Oh don’t act like this isn’t just for our families. Luckily, I don’t give a shit enough about you. But hey, maybe I’ll get lucky and die early in life.”

His eyes narrow with a sickly sweet grin as he leans closer, voice low with an undertone of a threat as he spoke into your ear. "Watch it, wifey. That's a terrible thing to joke about. Especially since we're supposed to be making a baby here."

He rolled his hips, reminding you of his presence deep inside you, which caused you to moan and grip the sheets once again, eyes wide.

“No shit. I think I noticed your dick in me, douchebag.” You gritted out, breathing through your nose.

"Then quit talking shit so I can actually fuck you properly instead of treating you like a delicate flower." He pulled out slightly before pushing back in, trying to set a steady pace. "And watch your damn mouth… I swear…"

He spanks your ass once, making you jolt. You gasped into the sheets—a mix between shock and arousal while your lips parted and your eyes widened further.

You had to swallow before responding as your eyes drooped back down, “Swear what? You’ll still be the asshole you always are? Big whoop-de-do! I already—Ngh~!—deal with you…”

"Yeah? Well, at least I'm the asshole who's going to give you an orgasm right now, no matter how much you mouth off." He spanks your other cheek, harder this time, and starts to thrust into you with more purpose.

"So, shut up and take it," He gritted out, his impatience showing as he pulled out and thrust into you again.

You moaned into the sheets at the movement, mind going blank for a second before you responded weakly, “Any guy could make me cum, moron. You’re not…hah…special…!”

He huffs and wraps a hand around your throat at your words, applying gentle pressure as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “Wanna bet? I'll make you cum so hard, you'll forget your own name. And then I'll do it again, and again, until you're begging me to stop.”

“I’m not the one who’s supposed to cum. Trying to get pregnant here, remember? I’d never let your dick anywhere near me otherwise.” You retorted while you tried to keep yourself aware of how much you hate him and not how good he's filling you up.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers tightening around your throat possessively as he continues to thrust into you.

"Too late, you're already wrapped around my dumb, special dick." He mocks your earlier words, his hips snapping forward to hit a spot inside you that makes you whimper.

Your head was spinning, and the sprinkling feeling of pleasure bursting made your already clouding mind instinctively clench, a whine slipping past your lips.

"See, that's not so bad, is it? Your pussy already knows what she wants. And right now, she wants my special dick." He leans in closer, his breath hot on your ear. "Now, shut up before I give you something to actually moan about."

“Shut..the..fuck…up!” You trailed off with a squeal at a particular thrust, your argument weak against his movements.

He laughs roughly against your neck, the vibrations mingling with his deep thrusts. He found amusement in your reluctant submission.

"There she is, finally shutting up." He pulls back to look down at your flushed face, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "Keep squealing like that and I might actually enjoy fucking you, my enemy wife."

His hands trailed up your waist just to slip between your chest and the sheets, squeezing your breast with a bitter sweet flick of his thumb, making you all the more aware of how in control he is over your body.

“Go fuck yourself, asshole.” You grit out and moan. Every attempt at composure toppling the second he snaps his hips.

"You're already taking my dick, baby. Where else am I supposed to put it?" He jokes darkly, his hips moving faster.

His eyes trailed down to watch your body tense and writhe beneath him, taking note of every spot that makes you whimper.

"Answer my question, smart mouth." He taunted, free hand moving right above yours.

Your eyes blurred, making the scenery in front of you a beautiful mix of colors. The sight makes the moment all the more surreal.

You had to bite your lip to focus long enough to reply.

“Keep talking and I’ll—Mmm~—kick you again…” You slipped up, a thing that's beginning to be more frequent as he continued.

"Ooh, here's an idea—what if I shut that pretty mouth up with my dick? Would you still kick me then?" He teases his fingers down your stomach possessively, his pace picking up slightly.

His self-control is surprisingly good for someone who hasn't had sex before. Just another thing he'll brag about later… Great.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare. You hate me as much as I hate you and doing this for more than necessary would be just a fucking nightmare…" You paused, taking a forged hitched breath before you continued.

"We’re…only doing this for familial purposes…” You whimpered into the sheets. He chuckles dryly in response, shaking his head.

"You read my mind, sweetheart. Heaven forbid I actually enjoy bumping uglies with my coldest enemy." His thrusts remain steady, and deep, hitting just the right spots to elicit involuntary reactions from you despite your words.

You moans flowing while you desperately clawed at the sheets sharply. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Fuck, you're tight. And wet. And… goddamn, honey, your pussy feels amazing." He confesses roughly, his control slipping slightly as he buries his face in your neck.

“Still hate you…” You slurred as your back arched, a whine following as you clenched around him.

"Of course you do." He spanks your ass again, making you jolt. He watches your body closely, taking note of every move you make—every whimper, every clench, every arch of your sweat-slicken back.

He realizes something interesting. You’re responsive as hell. Like, way too responsive. It was a dangerous thing—addictive.

He would have spent more time admiring you if it weren’t for the fact you were already coming up with a snarky retort—interrupting his gaze.

“I fucking hate when you do that.” You grit out before a gasp is ripped out of you. He smirks against your neck, his hand coming down again in quick succession.

"Yeah? Because you sure fucking love how it feels." He changes the angle slightly, hitting a spot that makes you moan louder. "You're getting wetter every time I spank you, princess."

You scoff, trying to keep your dignity. There was no way you were going to give him the satisfaction of submission.

He growled playfully, continuing his spanking rhythm. "Keep scoffing. I bet by the time I'm done, you'll be begging me to spank you and start pounding you harder."

His deep voice sends vibrations through your neck, making you clench involuntarily.

“God you’re such an asshole.” You strained out, panting and gripping the sheets tightly. His movements only served to make you moan and whimper compulsively.

He chuckled darkly, his hand coming down harder and faster. He loved the way you responded to his slaps. It gave him a sick type of satisfaction.

"You keep talking, baby. It makes the spankings all the more satisfying." He admitted as he spread your legs wider with his knee, hitting a deeper spot with each thrust of his hips. "You're taking it so well, too."

“Yeah? Well, enjoy it. I’m never doing this with you again once I get pregnant…” You trail off, brows tugging together as a high-pitched moan slips out, your legs shaking with impending debouchery.

His eyes flash with something unreadable at your words, but he quickly masks it. He leans down to bite your earlobe roughly.

"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart." He pulls back and slams into you harder, the headboard banging against the wall with each thrust, making you whimper and bury your face into the sheets.

"Don't hide from me. Want to know what your pretty face looks like when my dick hits right…” He paused, “Here?"

He found that spot again intentionally, making you gasp aloud. “Plus, the sounds you're making are fucking perfect. Don't you dare muffle them."

You bury your face deeper and shudder, moaning before he gripped your chin and forced your face out of the sheets, locking eyes with you intensely.

"Look at me when you moan like that. Fuck, do you have any idea how sexy you look taking my cock?" His hips pick up pace, each thrust deliberate and aimed at your sweet spot.

Your brows tug together and your eyes fluttered shut as your lips part in another moan, head going hazy. Your panting and moans nothing compared to the grunts and moans he lets out himself.

Despite yourself, you feel pride in making those noises seep out of him.

He leaned down and captured your mouth in a rough, dominating kiss, swallowing your moans. His tongue pushes past your lips, tangling with yours eagerly from your forced incline.

He pulls back just enough to speak against your mouth, eyes giving just enough view to see your heaving breasts, your tits so tantalizing to his eyes, "Say you're mine, wifey. Say it and I'll let you cum."

You whimper into his messy kiss and clench, the movement making a squelching noise. Your eyes only view being his neck just before he breaks the kiss to growl in your face, his eyes locked onto yours intensely when he pulled back.

“Say it. Say 'I'm yours, Satoru'.”He punctuates each word with a slow thrust, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

You whined and gasped, head lolling to the side as you take thrust after mind-blowing thrust.

"Goddamn, you get like this every time someone hits your G-Spot?" He watches you intently, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your back trembling, your pussy contracting around him tightly. You look drugged.

"Answer me." He smacks your ass again, making you mewl. He scoffs, knowing he's just gonna make you cum anyway.

"Fine, cum then. Milk my cock with that tight little pussy of yours." He starts fucking you harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

He leans down to bite your shoulder, marking you. The pinching feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin makes you squeak out a moan and inhale sharply in shock.

His fingers dug into your hips as he held you in place, thrusting deeper with each movement.

"Fuck, look at how well you're taking my dick…" He moves one hand between your legs to rub your clit hard, sending you spiraling. "Cum on my cock, princess."

That was all it took before the constricting feeling in your tummy snaps!

You gripped the sheets tightly and whimpered as you came around him, your body shaking and writhing as you moan out his name on instinct.

"Holy shit…" His voice drops lower. He spreads your cheeks wider apart, watching your body milk his dick greedily. He swallows hard, noticing how you're incredibly sensitive when you cum.

He notices something else—you're loud as hell when you cum. Like, porn star loud. "Baby?"

You gasp for breath, panting as you babbled through your orgasm, not even hearing his call. Instead, you’re riding the mind-blowing post-orgasmic wave he had just given you.

"Jesus…" He watches you intently. Your face is scrunched up beautifully, back arched deeply, breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust, babbling nonsense.

He realizes something that makes his lips quirk up into a sinister grin. You’re a squirter. He watched your pussy closely, seeing the sheets get wetter and wetter.

All the series of porn videos he's watched never prepared him for the satisfaction and shock that comes from making a girl squirt.

Especially when that person is your wife. Even if she is someone you initially hate. Especially if that person was you.

You tried to catch your breath, breasts heaving with every breath, not even processing anything but the way your clit twitches.

You didn’t even fully acknowledge your exhausted, aching body. You were just too wrapped up in your hazy head to notice.

He pulled out slowly, a long groan escaping him as he watches his cock slip from your soaked pussy.

A wet sound fills the air and he blinks, stunned at the sheer volume of arousal coating his shaft. "Fucking hell, sweetheart. You squirted all over the bed."

You hiccuped as you tried to gather yourself, sitting up slightly on your shaky elbows.

He leaned down, watching you hiccup with a mix of amusement and pure lust in his expression.

Without warning, he flips you onto your back, your body limp and sensitive against the mattress. He props himself up between your legs, studying your splayed form.

“Mm…” You wiped away the tears that formed during your orgasm as you spoke. “D-Did you cum…?”

Your first thought was surprisingly reasonable for the way you were fucked dumb. It surprised Gojo, even yourself.

His face grows into a smirk, pushing his cock against your entrance, not answering immediately. He instead leaned down, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

"Did you really think I was done, sweetheart?" His tone is low and rough, his hips rocking subtly, coating your entrance with his pre-cum.

You whimpered, finally starting to feel the ache in your body. He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing up your neck.

"You're so goddamn sensitive right now. I can feel it." His hand reaches down to toy with your clit, making you jump. "I'm going to fuck you again, princess. And again. And again."

“But we only agreed to do this to get pregnant… so our stupid parents can be appeased. We hate each other…” Your breasts continue to heave, still in the after-effects of your orgasm.

"Shut up," He growls, his voice muffled against your neck as he starts to push in again, ignoring your protests.

He's had his first taste of you, and he's not willing to stop just yet. Not until he's satisfied.

He pulls you right underneath him, one hand on your headboard while his other hand is on your hip. "We need to make a baby. That means lots of practice."

You swallow thickly with a half-assed, dazed glare. “Can’t you just cum in me once and be done?”

"And risk missing?" He scoffs, his hips rolling forward as he sinks deeper. "No way. I'm gonna fill this tight little pussy over and over again until you're pregnant with my heir."

He leans down to capture your lips in a brutal kiss, his tongue forcing its way inside once again. You whimpered into it, kissing back sloppily.

"Fuck, you actually like being this used, don't you?" His pace quickens, hitting that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back like it was your job to.

"Stop pretending you don't enjoy my cock tearing through your tight little cunt." He bites your lip hard enough to leave a mark.

You moan and clench, the squelch noise embarrassingly loud, which only serves to prove his point further.

He chuckled darkly, relishing in the obscene sound of his cock plunging into your soaked pussy.

"Look at that dirty little cunt clamping down on me…" He grabs your leg, throwing it over his shoulder to deepen his thrusts even further, grinning wickedly.

You choked on a gasp and gripped the sheets underneath you, trying to stabilize yourself—his cock slamming into your cervix with every thrust, the wet noises echoing obscenely.

"Jesus Christ… such a gorgeous fucking mess." He praises, his abs flexing with each snap of his hips.

He reached down to hook his arm under your knee, pulling your leg up even higher and opening you up wider. "Can you feel how deep I'm getting? How perfectly I'm breaking this little pussy in?"

You moaned and gasped, body flushed with exhaustion and sweat. He smirks, seeing the dazed experssion etched on your face and the way your pussy is quivering around his dick.

He knows he's hit that sweet spot deep inside you with the way your walls greedily suck him in. He whimpered, "That's it, just like that. Take your husband's cock."

You gasp and tilt your head back, lips parting as your head rests on the pillow. You heard his needy noise and you couldn’t wait to taunt him for it after he’s done stuffing you full of his cum and creampieing your poor cunt.

He wraps his strong fingers around your ankle, pulling your leg up even higher until your heel is resting on his shoulder.

He grunts, his abs clenching as he uses his core strength to slam into you even harder, his thick length punching into your cervix over and over.

You moan and whimper, eyes blurring and mind blanking with every thrust he gave you.

"Fucking hell," He pants out breathlessly, feeling your tight walls flutter around him desperately.

"Look at that needy little cunt squeezing my cock like it never wants to let go." He leans down, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss while his hips keep up an impossibly deep rhythm.

“Shut… up,” You panted out, whimpering while your hands reflexively latch onto his back, tugging him closer with every pleasure-filled thrust.

He laughs breathlessly at your defiance. "Nah, I'm not shutting up. I'm gonna keep talking, keep fucking you, until you can't take it anymore and you just break apart on my cock."

He kisses you again, this time roughly yanking your hair back, forcing his tongue into your mouth as he fucks you senseless.

"This is—hah!—just... for our families..." You pause and swallow thickly before continuing, "To extend and connect the family lines..."

"Right…" He smirks devilishly, knowing exactly what he's doing to you. "And yet here we are, you taking me like this. Legs spread wide, letting me destroy this tight little hole…"

His rhythm speeds up, perfectly hitting that spot inside you that makes your mind go blank.

"I hate you…" You slurred, eyes squeezed shut and nails digging into his delicate pale back as you repeated your weak argument, hoping it would stick.

"Maybe," he continues the relentless pace, driving into you while keeping one hand firmly on your thigh to keep it in place "But does that hate feel as good as my cock does when it's inside you?"

"Besides," He grins wickedly, panting as he enjoyed the way your body responds to his thrusts, "You're doing exactly what you said you wouldn't. Letting me fuck this pussy raw, getting closer than our marriage vows ever specified, my little wifey enemy."

Your eyes flutter, trying to keep yourself awake as you retort. "Only… because—Ngh!—our clans need an heir to our alliance…"

"Right. So this doesn't count as you actually liking my dick?" He asks softly, almost mockingly. His hips keep up the steady pace, making deep, wet sounds echo through the room.

He smirks devilishly, watching you intently for your response, taunting. "Answer carefully, baby..."

"Fuck… you…" You grit out, panting at the overwhelming feeling of him hitting your cervix so dead-on.

"Oh, I think we've established that I'm the only one doing any fucking here." He chuckles darkly, using his free hand to reach between you and start rubbing circles on your clit.

His thrusts become even deeper, more insistent, as if challenging you to admit anything more.

"Just..." You slur, closing your eyes to compose yourself before continuing. "Just hurry up and cum in me..."

He laughs deeply, both amused and turned on by your attempt at maintaining control.

"Such a pretty mouth you have for saying all these nasty things. But…" He suddenly slows his thrusts, holding himself deep inside you "What if I don't want to finish yet?"

You grunt, frustrated with his insistent mocking before you respond with a strained voice. "Stop being an asshole so we can get this over with..."

"Mmmm, but see, now I'm wondering…" He slowly pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, watching you wince in discomfort and attempt to suppress a moan.

"What if I decide to keep doing this all night? Keep talking trash and holding back my release?" He smirks at your involuntary reactions.

"You'd be an even bigger asshole... just hurry up and impregnate me..." You choke on a moan, nails digging into his skin. His smirk widens at your desperate words, clearly enjoying the power dynamic.

"There it is. The real reason you're laying there, taking my dick like a good little wife. You need my seed, don't you?" He starts thrusting faster, hitting your most sensitive spots with precision.

You cry out in pleasure, something you'd never do if it weren't for his unfairly big dick. "You know exactly why—Ah~—I'd never let you touch me otherwise…"

"Exactly…" He grins triumphantly, knowing he's finally broken through your icy exterior "This gorgeous little pussy of yours only gets wet for my “enemy” cock."

His thrusts become more deliberate, intense, wanting to draw out every sound he can.

He succeeds.

Your moans grow more frequent and in higher pitch as your body succumbs to the pleasure, heart pounding in your ribcage. You didn't even have the right mind to retort to his comment.

He leans in close, voice low and dominant. "I think it's time I make you my personal breeding toy. My own little whore to knock up and fill with my kids."

He delivers a particularly deep thrust, grinding his hips against yours "What do you say, wifey?"

"God.. you're such a dick," You scoff before a whimper is ripped out of you. His arrogance only making the experience hotter. I guess what they say really is true—hate sex is the best sex.

He chuckles darkly, amused by your insult even as it clearly inflames his lust.

"Mmm, but it's the dick you married, isn't it?" He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, eliciting a choked moan from your parted lips.

Your toes curled tightly, thighs instinctively clenching as your body takes every thrust.

He smirks at your involuntary response, feeling your thighs clamp around him. He wraps an arm around your thighs, pulling them even closer to his chest as he continues to pound into you mercilessly.

With a low, arrogant chuckle, he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Seems like your body agrees with me, even if your mouth doesn't. Crazy how good you're taking my cock."

"Shut up and fucking cum in me." Your voice cracks, borderlining on begging as his thrusts make you feel overwhelmed with pleasure.

His smirk grows wider at your desperate words, pride swelling in his chest.

"With pleasure, honey~." He pounds into you with renewed vigor, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. "Gonna fill this pretty pussy up with my seed, make you pregnant with our kid. Gonna give our clans what they want—To creampie my wife."

You whimper and claw at his arms, eyes blurring with tears, unrestrained pleasure showing through them. His words only making your clit twitch with vigor.

With a final, deep thrust that bottoms out inside you, he lets out a loud, satisfied grunt, his hot cum flooding your unprotected womb. His shaft pulsing as he releases.

He pants heavily, nuzzling into the crook of your neck possessively, panting. "Fuck… you're gonna be so fat and beautiful carrying my baby."

He chuckles, his laughter rumbling through his shaft, keeping it locked deep inside you.

“I still hate you,” You whimpered out weakly, a protest that doesn’t hit as hard as you hoped it would. It instead solidifies the fact you’re still cockdrunk.

"That's okay, wifey. You can hate me all you want. But your body loves me just fine." He pulls out slowly, his thick cum still pouring into your womb. You flash a weak glare at him.

He returned your glare with a smug grin, clearly amused by your attempt at hostility while his semen drips from your freshly fucked hole. With an exaggerated sigh, he taps your nose playfully.

"Better get used to being knocked up by your least favorite person, sweetheart. Tradition demands many heirs, remember?"

You roll your eyes at his antics, still trying to catch your breath. Your face is flushed, hair messy, lips swollen, and eyes are half-lidded.

He notices your disheveled state with a pleased smile. He steps closer, his hands cupping your still heaving and sensitive breasts.

"These are going to get even bigger and heavier." He leans down and captures one of your hardened peaks into his warm mouth, sucking gently, which made you squeal in surprise, not expecting that.

He chuckles around your nipple, amused by your startled reaction. Releasing the peak with a wet pop!, he grins up at you devilishly.

"Surprised, wifey? Didn't think your perverted husband would miss an opportunity to play with these gorgeous tits?"

"Shut up, Gojo." You retorted instantly with a huff. He throws his head back with a hearty laugh, amused by your continued stubbornness even after such intimate moments.

"Aw, but your nipples are already stiffening for me again! Look at that, they betray how much they love my attention." He teasingly pinches one hardened peak between his fingers.

You raised your hand to slap his away with a scoff, not finding his antics amusing. He instead caught your wrist mid-slap, a dangerous smirk playing across his lips.

"Oh? Is that any way to treat your husband after getting thoroughly fucked?" He pulls you closer with your trapped wrist. "These sweet tits and that freshly bred pussy are mine now, remember?"

"You wish. We only did this for the good of our clans alliance. Remember?" You reminded harshly, trying to regain your edge.

"Is that so?" He hums, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly as he leans in closer, his warm breath fanning over your face.

"We'll see about that." He suddenly releases your wrist and pushes you back onto your back, crawling over you and pinning you beneath him.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "H-Hey, you already came in me! It's done—We don't have to go any further!"

He ignores your protest, his strong arms caging you in beneath him.

"You really think one time is enough to seal the deal?" He chuckles, his hands roaming over your stomach possessively. "I think we need to keep trying until you're clearly pregnant."

"You were serious about that?" You scoff in disbelief, eyes still wide with shock.

You swallowed thickly, not expecting him to want to fuck you more than necessary. Especially with the way you both passionately claim to hate each other.

His gaze dropped to your lips briefly before returning to your eyes. He reaches between your legs, slipping his fingers into your soft, sensitive pussy and gently playing with the cum that had already begun to leak out of you.

"Surprised? Hate sex is still sex, sweetheart. And the more we do it, the higher our chances of getting you knocked up are." He smirks, enjoying the shocked expression on your face.

"Brace yourself, wifey. You're getting knocked up tonight." He growls possessively. "And every night until it happens."

He leans in close, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks lowly, "Besides, hating you doesn't mean I can't enjoy this."

His hands skim down your sides teasingly. "Your body responds so nicely to mine. It's almost like fate wants us breeding."

You nodded hesitantly in agreement. This was for the best, right? I mean, worst case scenario you're overstimulated by cumming too much.

His lips curled into an amused smirk as he observes your hesitant nod. Your compliance only served to make him harder.

"That's a good wife," He praised mockingly before lowering his mouth to your neck, biting down teasingly. "Though I must admit, I didn't expect you to be such an obedient little breeder."

"Shut up. This is for our clans." You retorted, ignoring the hitch in your breath and how good he felt against you.

"Mhm, whatever you say." He hums against your neck, kissing the spot he'd bitten before trailing his lips up your jaw. His hands grip your hips possessively.

"Last chance to speak before I start." He warns, his eyes glittering with dark intent.

"You act like you didn't just creampie me. If you insist to be precautious and fuck your cum into me multiple times—then fucking do it." You grit out challengingly.

"Feisty words from someone who's already dripping with my cum." His lips curve into a smirk against your jaw before he moves up in a swift motion and captures your mouth in a rough kiss.

"Such a filthy mouth…" He growls against your lips before pulling back slightly. "Maybe I should fill it with something else."

You glared at his innuendo, not finding his quip as entertaining. His smirk only widens at your glare, clearly enjoying your frustration.

He leans in to capture your mouth in another rough kiss, his tongue forcing its way past your lips to stroke against yours. As he pulls back, he speaks against your mouth. "I'll give you something to be frustrated about, honey."

"You in general is something to be frustrated about," You retorted instantly.

"Then imagine how frustrated you'll be when I'm balls deep in you again." He smirked darkly, his hand reaching down to cup your cunt possessively.

"Now, let's continue our fucking to making our clans strong and united," He paused with a suspenseful smirk before continuing, "By stuffing you full of my cum."

You huffed, annoyed but not arguing with his statement. You had no reason to disagree.

"Good girl." He praises, his fingers pressing against your pussy before pulling back to grab a nearby pillow. He shoves it under your hips, lifting your hips up in the air and spreading your legs apart.

"Now, let's go again. Not gonna stop until you're bred properly." He added, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.

You rolled your eyes, head resting on the extra pillow. His hardened member rests against your swollen entrance.

"Such attitude from someone taking my cum so nicely." He positions himself between your legs, stroking his already rock-hard cock.

"Though," He chuckles darkly, "I do love seeing this sassy side of you... Especially while I’m in you.”

One hand traces your jawline while the other guides his cock to your entrance. You whimpered at the action, still sensitive, and lip quivering at the attention.

"Shh, shh." He hushes you softly, his fingers tilting your chin up to look at him as he slowly pushes in, filling you up once more.

"You take it so well, every time." He praises lowly, his eyes locked onto yours. You gasp, arching at his action, the familiar feeling of his stretch making you flush.

He watches your face bloody with color, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he sees your reaction to being filled yet again.

"So pretty when you're getting bred…" He murmurs, slowly pulling out before sliding back in, setting a slow rhythm. "Look at me…"

You nibble on your lip as you look up at him, tears welling up again. He smirked dangerously at your lip-nibbling, his pace picking up slightly.

"Shh, hush." He leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his hips continuing to move slowly.

"My little wifey is so sensitive after our clan wedding..." He whispers softly, his voice dripping with affection and amusement. You gasp and grip his back tightly.

He feels your grip tighten around him and chuckles softly, his breath hot against your neck.

"Mmm, that's it. Hold on tight, wifey." His pace quickens, thrusting deeper and harder, each powerful move eliciting a needy sound from you.

"Your sweet cunt likes my dick," He growls softly against your neck before capturing your earlobe between his teeth.

"Takes it so well…" He hums, his hips moving deeper and slower. He keeps up that pace, loving the way the agonizing pace makes the build up that much more suspenseful.

"Spread your legs wider baby," He demands softly, voice croaking with need.

"Let your enemy husband breed you deeper." He wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he continues to fill you up over and over. His hands splay out possessively on your stomach.

"You're going to have my children, you know that?" He commented. You swallowed, clenching as you replied. "Yeah… I think I fucking noticed when our parents bought a whole damn island for it…"

He chuckles darkly at your snappy response, his hips jerking forward possessively. "Good, I'm glad you noticed."

He groans when you clench again, loving the silent admission of how much you love his cock. His fingers splayed out wider on your stomach as you took every brutal thrust of his.

"I want at least five, maybe six." He murmurs softly against your neck. Your eyes widen in shock, squirming in disbelief. "What?!"

"What? You think I'm joking? I want all my babies growing in this soft belly of yours." He grips your waist tighter, emphasizing his words with deep thrusts, making you moan.

"Five at least—all beautiful hybrids of our powerful bloodlines…" He voices proudly, his fingers flexing possessively on your belly

"Little Gojos running around everywhere. A whole football team of mini-me's running around, terrorizing us." He continues, voice dropping lower, more intense as he bites your earlobe gently.

"You're not going anywhere, baby. Our families have already agreed. Plus…" He chuckles darkly, his thumb pressing softly on your lower belly while his hips move in steady circles.

"Plus, what?" Your eyes flutter open and close, trying to comprehend what he's saying and not the way his hips roll beautifully into yours.

"Plus," He repeats, voice low, his hips moving deeper and slower, making you arch slightly. He chuckles softly. "You're already addicted to my dick."

"Look how easily you spread your legs for your enemy husband." He teases softly, his thumb rubbing your lower belly possessively.

His hips move in slow, deep circles, stirring up heat inside your core that makes your toes curl. You flush in embarrassment and glare at his lack of decorum.

"What, not nice to say?" He asks smugly, pulling out slowly before slamming back into you hard enough to rattle the bed underneath you.

"You're getting so wet, honey," He says amused as he kisses your mouth hard enough to leave you dazed.

You whine and inhale sharply, swallowing and arching in reaction. He smirks at your breathy reaction, his eyes darkening with primal satisfaction.

"That's right, my little wifey, take it deep like a good girl." His voice is a sultry murmur as he continues his powerful thrusts, angling perfectly to hit that sweet spot inside you.

As he spoke, his words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt yourself getting lost in the sensation of his movements.

Your breath comes in short gasps, and your nails dig deeper into his skin as you try to anchor yourself to the moment. "Can you be even more of an asshole about this?"

He laughs huskily, his pace never faltering as he drives into you. The friction between your bodies is building, and you can feel the tension coiling inside you, waiting to snap.

"Probably. But why bother when I'm already buried balls deep in perfection?" He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers teasingly, "Though if you insist on me being an asshole…"

His eyes never leave yours, burning with an intense desire that seems to sear into your very soul.

You swallow thickly and tilt your head to the side, eyes squeezed shut, breathing out of your nose as you silently surrender. He takes advantage of your exposed neck, kissing and biting down gently, knowing exactly how to make your body react.

"Open your eyes, honey~. I want you to look at the face of the man who's owning this perfect pussy." One hand moves down to where your bodies connect, fingers sliding against your clit with calculated precision.

"You look so pretty taking my dick like this, honey. Like you were made for me and me alone." He breathes hotly against your skin as he continues to fill you.

His arms flex as they wrap around you tightly, pulling you even closer as he bottoms out inside you with each thrust.

"You're mine now, completely and utterly." The sound of his labored breathing fills the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and sex, creating a heady aroma that intoxicates your senses.

You pant, moaning as he moves relentlessly. His movements make you feel a flurry of emotions—mainly pleasure.

He smirked at your breathless reaction, his eyes darkening with fulfillment—literally.

"That's right, my little wifey, take it deep like a good girl." His voice is dark with appreciation as he continues his powerful thrusts, angling perfectly to hit that sweet spot inside you.

His eyes burn with intensity as he watches you, his touch possessive and demanding.

"I'm close, honey." He moans lowly, his thrusts becoming more erratic and forceful. "You're going to cum with me, understand? I want to feel your little cunt squeeze my dick like a vice."

His voice is rough and commanding, leaving no room for argument.

His hand moved faster against your clit, his fingers swirling and pressing in ways that make your legs tremble and your walls clench tightly around him.

The feeling of you squeezing him only spurs him on, his hips moving faster and harder.

Your moans are high-pitched as you cry out, body yielding to his mushroom-shaped tip hitting your cervix, just shy of your womb, your orgasm creeping up with no intent of stopping.

"Fuck... just like that..." His voice is strained with pleasure, losing some of his usual arrogance as his own climax builds rapidly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" His breathing becomes heavier, his voice echoing in your ears. "That's it. Cum on my dick like a good little wife..."

His lips crash onto yours, silencing the scream bubbling in your throat as he thrusts deep. With a culminating, deep thrust, he buries himself completely inside you, his hot seed spilling out and filling you up.

He groans loudly, his body shuddering with the force of his release. "Fuck, sweetheart... M' gonna make you a mommy... My sweet enemy wife—my heir's mother..."

"F-Fuck… 'Toru," You slurred, whimpering. The rushing heat building up inside you making you squirm.

The feeling of him filling you up so full while your puffy folds took every inch of him made your eyes water and tears fall. Your orgasm making your breath hitch sharply with how quick it came.

You sniffled, nodding. Despite him only cumming in you twice, you could feel his seed spilling down. Your legs twitch, too weak to move.

He chuckles softly, nuzzling your neck again. You feel a shiver run down your spine at his reaction. As he holds you close, his seed still leaking out of you, mixes with your own juices.

"My poor little wife… You're overflowing with my seed…" He murmurs, his hands roaming your body possessively.

"I think I broke you…" He jokes lightly, his fingers splaying out on your stomach possessively.

"I love seeing you like this," He grins, his lips brushing against your ear. "All soft and pliable, with my seed inside you. It's like you're a part of me now."

You huff, annoyed how he could be so cheeky while he was still in you. The vulnerable position making you heat up in embarrassment.

"Don't get used to it, husband. Once I'm pregnant, there will be no need to share a room anymore." You retorted, smirking smugly with a slight tilt on your lips.

"Heh, we'll see about that," He chuckles, his fingers tracing patterns on your belly.

"Who says I'll let you sleep alone once you're pregnant?" He teases, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He pulls back slightly to look at your body that's still joined with his. "But I will miss this pretty girl right here."

His thumb brushes over your stretched folds, grinding down into your cervix making you mewl and arch.

He smirked, knowing how stubborn you could be when it comes to being honest, "See? I love how beautifully she begs for me. I can already feel you clenching around me." 

"You may hate me, sweet wife, but she adores me." He taunts, nipping at your bottom lip. You glared, eyes not quite reaching it as you narrow them. "You're so full of yourself, Gojo."

"Hey, when it comes to you, I have every right to be," He chuckles, his fingers continuing to tease your entrance.

"And speaking of full, I think I'll keep you like this until morning. My seed needs time to take root, after all." He shrugs nonchalantly despite the situation, kissing the crook of your neck.

"Uh-huh, after all." You mocked his words.

"It's the truth!" He pouts exaggeratedly. "Besides, there's nothing more adorable than seeing my little wife lying there helplessly while I'm inside her."

His thumb continues to tease your clit, you feeling another wave of warmth pooling in your belly.

"Oh? And here I thought you hated me. But I guess my cunt is the exception, right?" You countered with a pointed look, a small lazy smirk tugging at your lips.

"Oh, you know I hate you," He deadpanned, his thumb pausing briefly before resuming its slow circles before he returned your smirk, his thumb pressing harder. He especially enjoyed the way your lips part in reaction.

"But my hatred can't compete with how much my husbandly duties make me enjoy being inside you." He smirked, nuzzling your face possessively.

"Your mouth is filthy," He adds with a grin, his hips moving slightly inside you before he continues, "Answer me a question."

His thumb circles your clit again, making your thighs twitch. "Do you only get wet when my dick is inside you?"

He smirks mischievously, trying to hide his genuine curiosity. "I mean, this sweet little pussy just squeezes me so perfectly."

"Shut up!" You slap his chest with a scoff in disbelief, cheeks flushing.

"Mmm, touchy subject?" He laughed lightly, pressing deeper against you. He knows what he's doing, and it makes him feel empowered.

It was a feeling different to knowing how much more gifted he was than other sorcerers. An addictive feeling he could definitely get used to.

"Or maybe I struck a nerve? Does your husband's big cock make your sweet little cunt drippy all the time?" He grins wickedly, knowing he's hitting all your sensitive spots.

“You know..." He trailed off, watching your mind blank in real time, hand moving up your thigh to squeeze greedily.

"You always seem so miserable, but when I spread your little thighs and filled you up, you're always so warm and wet." He whispers, his hot breath against your face.

"Is it because you hate me, or because my big husbandly presence makes your tiny wife body feel so good?" He smirked.

You scoffed. "As arrogant as ever, Gojo. It's a wonder I even agreed to be a pawn in our parent's alliance. I bet you only agreed to piss me off. I wouldn't put it passed you to be petty."

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against your face.

"Petty? Me? Never... Although, it doesn't hurt that being married to you is the perfect way to get under your skin." He grinned, his hand still squeezing your thigh. 

"What a shame, it's almost like you never wanted me either." He chuckles sadly despite his smirking tone. "If that's true, then why does my wife make little whimpering noises whenever I pound into her pretty pussy?"

He laughs darkly, fingers gripping your hip almost painfully.

"No matter how much I loathe you, you're still my precious wife." He pushes deeper again, making your legs tense. Your eyes fly open before they fall into a half-lidded look.

"It's called bodily reaction. Kind of don't have a choice when you hit all the right spots." You grit out, chest starting to grow in huffs again as you try and fail to maintain your composure.

"Is that so?" He murmurs, staring at how your lips part in a huff. "Even if I didn't intend to?"

He continues watching your lips move, finding it strangely appealing, even as some part of him still loves to torture you. "Does it happen every time?"

"Does what happen all the time?" You swallow, taking a deep breath as your brows tug together in confusion.

He pauses, realizing his question dangled awkwardly between you and his own desire to annoy you. He flexes his muscles underneath you, making his large form seem even more intimidating.

A smirk tugged at his lips when he leaned in closer, his husky voice low as he speaks.

"Does your body betray you like this every time I touch you, even when you wish it wouldn't?" His hips move deliberately slow, watching your reactions.

"You making those little noises, getting all warm and wet for me." He states matter-of-factly, his voice low and even. "I'd like to know if it's consistent." 

"The way your thighs tremble, how your breath catches, lips parting like that..." He added.

His gaze never leaves your face, waiting for an answer. He runs his thumb across your bottom lip, a smirk tugging at his lips. "The little noises you make when I hit your sweet spot."

You swallow down the lump in your throat as he speaks, his words making your clit twitch in renewed interest.

He feels the shift in your position, how your hips unintentionally press down against him as you swallow.

He knows he's hitting the mark with his words, making you uncomfortable in a way that isn't anger. His smirk widened, his thumb pushing past your lips.

Your lips part in reaction, starring into his eyes as his does the same to yours, a weird tension lingering in the air.

"Mmm… looks like your body doesn't share your smart-ass attitude, does it?" His voice drops lower, almost a whisper. "The way your lips part… it's almost like you're begging for something."

His thumb trails across your tongue, a clear challenge in his eyes.

You instinctively wrap your tongue around his thumb, suckling onto it with a hum. His breath hitched at your reaction, pupils dilating deliciously.

"Look at you…" He drawls, voice coming out deeper than intended. "All those clever remarks gone because of a little stimulation."

"Maybe you're actually enjoying this." He added, leaning closer, their faces inches apart.

His thumb parts from your mouth, trailing down your bottom lip, leaving a wet glide before it pressed against your chin as he gripped it, tilting your head closer as he waits for your response.

"Just because I like your dick doesn't mean I like you." You quipped, keeping up your banter.

"Is that so?" He reaches down, hooking his arms under your thighs and pulling your legs around his waist, forcing you to wrap yourself around him.

"It is. Do you disagree? I recall you liking my cunt and not me—are you going to question that, too?" You retorted with a small smirk.

He scoffs, amused by your quick wit despite himself. "Touché. Seems we're equally miserable in each other's presence, yet our bodies sing a different tune."

His grip on your thighs tightens as he presses you harder against the headboard, a smug smirk curling his lips.

"Careful, I'm supposed to be resting, remember? Waiting for your seed to take." Your comment made him roll his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched with amusement at your interruption.

"Resting, my ass. You're just trying to avoid actually talking to me." He shifts you slightly, his hands roaming over your back as he settles himself between your spread thighs.

"I'm pleasantly surprised. You can read the room." You taunted, sitting up and removing the pillow that was placed bellow your lower back.

"And here I thought you were just smart-mouthed all the time." His smirk widens, watching you stretch.

"You hide it pretty well." He adds softly, almost to himself.

"You should really be lying down..." He warned after a beat, his hands hovering over your lower belly, ready to push you back into the pillow.

"And you should stop telling me what to do." You retorted stubbornly. "Plus, kinda hard when your dick is still in me, isn't it?"

His smirk turns into a full-blown grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners, heavily amused by the situation.

"Didn't you say you were gonna stay in to keep your cum in me? To ensure an heir? Going against your own word now, Gojo?" You taunted, emphasizing his last name despite it also being yours by marriage.

His grin widens, clearly entertained by your defiance. "Shut up, you little brat. You're not in any position to be giving orders."

He shifts his hips, his cock still buried inside you, and presses a hand against the middle of your breasts to push you back into the pillow.

You rolled your eyes, moving to lay more comfortably on the pillows, hair spread out on it. Some stray strands stick to your sweat-slicken forehead, your body still sweaty from your previous activities.

His grin turns into a smirk when he watched you settle back against the pillows, his gaze lingering on your sweat-slicked body.

"Much better." He murmurs, his hands continuing to explore your back and hips. "Now, let's try this again without the attitude."

"Try what again?" Your brows furrowed in confusion.

"Answer questions without snarking or making a smart-ass comment." He clarified slowly, his smirk never leaving his face. "You know, like a normal person."

"Can you manage that?" He added teasingly. His thumbs spread your thighs wider apart slightly, his shaft twitching inside you.

"And why should I, hm? I don't have to do a thing." You crossed your arms defiantly, lips twitching with hidden amusement.

His eyes crinkle at the corners as he fights back laughter, finding your defiance hilarious rather than annoying.

"Because if you answer my questions like a normal person, I'll stay seated right here until the baby is guaranteed." He threatens, his fingers flexing on your thighs.

"Is that supposed to make me want to talk? You're the one who's trying to fuck a baby into me to appease the elders. Not me." You responded smoothly, smirk present.

He leans forward slightly, his face inches from yours, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips.

"And you're the one who signed that marriage contract willingly. Yet here you are, giving me attitude instead of spreading your legs like a good little wife." His voice drops to a husky whisper.

Your smirk falters and you flash a glare, cheeks heating up once again. "I already did. In case you have forgotten, see the cum you've stained my insides with."

"Answer my question without being a smart-ass." He growls softly, his smirk disappearing, his eyes watching your expression carefully. "It's like pulling teeth with you."

His hips twitch slightly inside you, making your breath hitch. His smirk slowly returned at your reaction. "See?"

You scoff and rest on your elbows, glaring at him despite the leverage he has over your aching and exhausted body. "Asshole."

He lets out a deep, rumbling laugh, completely unperturbed by your insult. He actually found it really attractive how stubborn you were

"And yet here you are, barely able to hold yourself up because of how I fucked you." His voice drops to a sexy whisper. "Have you?"

"Have I what?" You grit out, fuming at his accuracy and at the way your face turned a matching flaming red.

"Answered a question without being a smart-ass?" He drawls slowly, his smirk widening as he watches your expression darken with anger.

"Or... without snapping?" His hips twitch slightly again, spreading your legs wider apart slightly. "See? Like this."

Your voice breaks with an involuntary whimper, walls instinctively clamping down despite your evolving anger.

"That's what I'm talking about." He chuckles darkly. "But no, you didn't answer my question."

He continues, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Answer my question without backtalk and I'll be really gentle this time."

"This time? Fuck that," You scoffed, glaring as best as you could. "No way I'm letting you go again. You've came plenty of times, you greedy fuck."

His eyebrows raise in amusement at your fiery retort, clearly enjoying your spunk despite the frustrations.

"True, I have cum quite a few times." He admits with a shameless grin, hips shifting minutely to emphasize his still considerable hardness inside you. "But I'm not done yet."

You groaned in annoyance, head lolling back as you huffed. Your head slowly shifting to glare at him, leaning up to press your chest against his despite his looming figure over you.

"You already said I needed to rest. Now you're switching up?" You narrowed your eyes, breasts heaving with labored breaths.

From the exhausting back and forth or from your growing arousal?—you don't know.

He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, "Did I say you needed to rest?"

"I merely said you needed rest, not a break from fucking. Big difference." His hand slides up your side, fingertips grazing the underside of your breast teasingly. His smirk is utterly wicked.

"Fucking fabulous." You retorted sarcastically, brows furrowed out of annoyance, zeroing in on his smug expression.

"Such a filthy mouth on my precious wife," He whispers darkly, his other hand gripping your hip possessively. "And here I am, being gentle because you're sore."

His lips quirked up in a smirk. "Should I show you what happens when you talk back?"

"Go fuck yourself." You respond bluntly, eyes burning into his as you're inches apart.

A dark chuckle escapes him, eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement rather than anger. His hips roll against yours deliberately, drawing out a weak whimper from you.

"There's only one person fucking you right now, sweetheart." His voice drops lower, more intense.

Your eyes glinted with annoyance, trying not to slap the ever-loving shit out of his stupid smug face. No matter how tempting it was to. "Go fuck yourself."

"And there it is," He mutters softly, brows snapping together as his smirk returned.

"You know what your problem is?" He asked darkly, snapping his hips slightly to watch your body's reaction, eyes zeroing in on your chest heaving softly.

Your stomach coiled, twisting in a way that made your jaw clench. Your teeth grinded down together to stop yourself from letting out another moan.

His smirk grew wider at your struggling composure, clearly enjoying your frustration. "You talk too much when your body's already betraying you."

His hand trails up your neck possessively before cupping your nape, moving so your noses brush together, sharing breaths.

"Should I gag you while I fuck you stupid?" His tone was casual, but laced with dark amusement.

You scoff, the close proximity making you involuntarily swallow. His smirk widens dangerously, watching your neck work.

"Answer the question, wife. Should I stuff your mouth with something while I pound into you?" He growls softly, his hips rolling again slowly to keep you sensitive and worked up.

"S-Stop that!" You argue before your lips slip out a small moan, making you glare at him. He laughs softly, his fingers pressing against the back of your neck.

"That's what I thought." His free hand travels down to pinch a sore spot near your clit, deliberately drawing out a hoarse whimper.

"So sensitive." His voice drops lower like he's talking to himself. Your nails dug into his arm, stabilizing yourself as your lips parted, eyes fluttering shut.

Your sharp gasp filled the room before it statics back with silence.

"Goddamn," He mutters softly, watching your body carefully. Your nipples hardened, stomach tightening, hips twitching slightly.

"You're always so responsive." He growled softly, snapping his hips again experimentally.

His wicked smirk softened into a satisfied grin as he watched your nails dig into his arm, your body language speaking volumes even as you tried to stay quiet

Taking advantage of your momentary weakness, he leans in to murmur against your cheek, "Look at you, trying so hard not to moan…”

You glare, eyes watering with something you don't want to have to acknowledge. Especially when that someone is Satoru Gojo. His smirk widened dangerously, watching your expression.

"You know what I hate?" He asked suddenly, his hands possessive on your hips again. His voice was casual like he wasn't currently between your thighs.

"W-What?" You asked hesitantly, afraid of what he's gonna say or do next.

"The way you pretend to hate me when your body's making it very obvious you don't." His thumb traces circles on your hipbone, making your breath hitch.

"Look at your fucking eyes. Watering just from having me this close." He breathes against your ear.

You scoff and retort, "Don't pretend like you weren't fucking me not too long ago. Trying to fuck a baby into me. All for our stupid elders to be satisfied, the old bastards..."

His breath catches slightly at your words, something dark flashing across his eyes. He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze intensely.

"And yet… you never told them no. Never stopped me." His hips press against you meaningfully. "Your legs wrapped around me like a fucking vice."

"Like I could?" You retorted, tugging him down, your faces just a breath away. You added with a whisper, "You seriously think I had a real choice? Don't get me wrong, your dick is… memorable to say the least."

You leaned in, lips barely grazing against each other as you looked into his eyes with intent. "But don't forget why we're doing this."

His eyebrows raise slightly at your words, a slow smirk spreading across his handsome face.

He doesn't pull away, instead leaning in even closer until his lips barely brush against yours as he speaks. "Oh, trust me, I remember full well why we're doing this."

"Good boy," You taunted as if you were talking to a dog, taping his nose like he previously did to yours.

He lets out a soft huff of air at the tap, his nose crinkling slightly before he leans in and presses a hard kiss to your lips.

"Shut up," he murmurs against your mouth before biting your bottom lip. "And behave."

"Behave, huh? You seemed to like it when I was bratty. I could feel every twitch you gave, you know." You smirked, voice low and mocking. He smirks dangerously, hips pressing forward deliberately.

"You're fucking playing with fire right now." His hands move to pin your wrists above your head

"Maybe I should remind you who's really in charge here?" His lips trail down your neck as he speaks. "Though…"

"Hm?" You responded, leaning into his kisses as he moved down, his hot breath following in a satisfying line. The sensation made your body feel even hotter.

"…it's kinda hot how you mouth off even when you're at my mercy." He finished with nips at your pulse point, voice a low rasp.

"And don’t you dare fucking stop, brat." His smirk widens devilishly as he feels you squirm under him.

"Oh? So you're a masochist, huh?" You pinched his hip. He inhales sharply at the pinch to his hip, a shudder running through his tall frame.

His smirk morphed into a full-blown grin, dark eyes dancing with wicked amusement. "Careful, brat. That pinch might've just made me harder."

"Yeah? Well, I can feel it." You rolled your hips up into his sharply, making you bite back a grin. A low groan escaped him when you grinded against him, his eyes narrowing with intense desire.

He rocks his hips back, meeting your movements with deliberate friction. "Fuck, that's it. Keep teasing me like that and I might just take you right here again."

"I still feel your cum spilling out." You whispered into his ear, lips brushing against the sensitive shell of it.

"And? Does that get you all hot and wet thinking about it? Knowing my cum is dripping down your thighs right now?" He asked rhetorically.

His voice drops to a dirty whisper as he grinds down against you harder, deliberately pressing where you're most sensitive. "Should I add some more?"

"Well, I mean we do have to make heirs somehow. Twice really isn't enough, is it?" You responded casually, keeping up a coy tone.

He freezes for a moment, clearly taken aback by your words.

Then, a slow, dangerous grin spreads across his face. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You want me to breed you, brat? Right here, right now?"

"Well, it is better for the clan…" You added, hands trailing down his milky pale skin. You felt the dewey sweat-lined skin, making you smirk.

His eyes darken with a fierce intensity, the implication of your words sending a jolt of primal desire through him.

He captured your lips in a brutal, possessive kiss, his tongue delving deep as he grinded against you with renewed fervor.

You moaned and kissed him back, lips fighting his eagerly for the first time without you being cockdrunk on his dick.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth and tasted him desperately, grinding back into him. The movement makes a distinct soaked squelch, slamming his cum right back into you for your greedy womb to suck in.

His mind went blank at the wet sound of his own release squishing back inside you when you grind against him. He groaned and kissed you harder.

Your tongues tangle hungrily as he growls low, hands squeezing your ass possessively.

"Goddamn…" He mutters against your mouth, hips moving faster.

You moaned and panted before you tugged him closer in a flurry of unrestrained lust and want.

His hips piston vigorously, driven wild by the thought of impregnating you. He tears his mouth from yours with a rasping groan.

"Fuck, I can feel it moving inside you… Gonna pump you full again if you keep grinding like that." He bites your neck harshly, marking you.

You heave breaths, eyes half-lidded and dazed as you look up at him, lips quivering. "Goj’..."

He captured your gaze, his blue eyes smoldering with a mixture of desire and mischief. A playful grin danced across his lips, and you could see the gleam of determination in his expression.

“Say it again,” He growled, his breath heavy against your skin. “Just like that.”

“Goj’,” You breathed, breathless. It felt almost surreal how easily he was able to push you to your limits, playing you like a finely tuned instrument, each note perfectly aligned with the rhythm of your pounding heart.

His groan vibrated against your throat as he buried himself deeper, his thrusts becoming more demanding, more primal.

“That’s it… just like that,” He purred, dragging his teeth against your collarbone possessively.

You squirmed beneath him, feeling the overwhelming heat pooling low in your stomach.

Your body responded without hesitation—your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, your hips rolling to meet his every thrust as if they were made for each other.

His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he hammered into you relentlessly.

“I want you to feel me every single day, whether our families want it or not,” He panted, his voice thick with lust. “I want you to know who owns this body, who fills you with promise.”

The way he spoke dug deep into that vulnerable part of you, where feelings you previously ignored began to stir.

Your eyes widened, heart racing in tandem with his thrusts. It was maddening, glorious, and everything you swore you wouldn't allow.

“Just admit it,” He said, his breath hot against your cheek as he pulled back to look deep into your eyes. “You want this just as much as I do.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like you,” You managed to retort amid the haze of pleasure, and he chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“Fine, hate me all you want,” He breathed, the fire in his eyes unyielding. “Just let me fuck you full, let me breed you like the good little wife you are.”

You inhaled sharply at his words, the commanding nature of them sending thrilling shivers up your spine.

His grip tightened on your thighs as he thrust deeper, the pressure building inside you rapidly, spiraling out of your control.

“F-Fuck, Gojo,” You whimpered, unable to suppress the moans spilling from your lips. “I—”

“Then cum for me,” He begged huskily, his thrusts quickening as he chased his own orgasm, his voice low and intoxicating. “Cum for your husband.”

Your back arched, and with a loud cry, you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, every nerve in your body igniting. You felt the undeniable pressure building and then bursting like a dam, washing over you in waves as you clamped down around him.

“Fuck!” He gritted, his voice raw and primal as he felt you clenching around him like a vice. “That’s it! Just like that!...”

As you rode through your orgasm, he groaned deeply, and with a final, intense thrust, he spilled himself inside you yet again, filling you up with his warmth, marking you in the most primal way imaginable.

You both collapsed onto the sheets, panting heavily, hearts racing wildly as the reality of what just transpired settled over you like a heavy blanket.

The silence hung thick in the air, broken only by your ragged breaths and the soft crash of waves outside.

A moment passed before Gojo broke the silence, his cheeks flushing slightly as he casually brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“Well,” He said playfully, tracing light patterns on your skin with his fingers. “That was… educational.”

You let out a soft, exhausted laugh. “You can say that again.”

He smirked, leaning down to nuzzle against your skin. “I think I might get used to this whole ‘family alliance’ thing. Especially if it comes with you as my personal breeding toy.”

You rolled your eyes, masking the way your body twitches with pulsing satisfaction.

“Just remember,” You started with a puff of breath before continuing. “This doesn’t change anything between us.”

He chuckled deeply, pulling you closer, his breath fanning against your ear. “Sure it does. You’re stuck with me now, wifey. Besides, I can’t wait to see how cute our mini us’s will be someday.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered at his words.

If anything, you could definitely come to appreciate this unexpected partnership, sometimes even enemies could find a way to make things work in the end.

As the sun began to set outside, casting a golden glow over the villa, you let out a contented sigh, deciding to simply enjoy this moment, the chaos of your new reality be damned.

Masterlist. Masterlist.jjk

March 12, 2025. PST: 12:36 PM.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

Scenarios:

KNB And JJK Men Reacting To/Finding Out You Have Nipple/Tongue Piercings.

Masterlist.

February 19, 2025. PST: 11:21 PM.