୨୧ — The chat explodes when Gojo hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and drags them aside.
He doesn't take them off- just stretches the soaked fabric to one side and holds it there, pinning it against your inner thigh so nothing obstructs the camera's view. His other hand slides between your legs, two fingers pressing against your slit, and then he spreads you open.
Slow. Deliberate. Like he's unwrapping something precious.
"There she is," he murmurs. The ring light catches everything- the dewy, flushed stretch of your cunt, the slick strands of arousal that glint and snap as he parts your folds wider, webbing between his fingers like honey. Your hole clenches on nothing, gummy and pathetically empty.
Heh, look at that. She's dripping already and I've barely touched her.
"See how wet she gets?" His voice is like silk, pitched for the microphone. Donations ping in a frenzy. "All these people watching and your little pussy's just weeping for it."
He keeps you spread with one hand and uses the other to guide his cock to your entrance- just the tip, fat and flushed and shiny with precum. The camera catches the exact moment he nudges in... the way your gummy walls stretch and clench around the head, resisting and yielding in the same breath, that first inch sinking into wet, sucking heat.
"Nnnh-"
"Shh, I got you." He rocks forward -just barely- letting the stream see how your pussy swallows him centimeter by centimeter, that tight ring of muscle gripping his girth like it's trying to milk him already, "watch this."
He snaps his hips.
Your scream breaks apart into static. One brutal thrust buries him to the hilt, his cock punching so deep you feel it in your fucking chest- and when you look down, when the camera tilts to follow his gaze, you can see it.
The bulge.
His cock outlined against your lower belly, a thick ridge pressing up beneath your skin with every thrust. He presses his palm flat against it, feels himself moving inside you.
"Right there," he groans, grinding up into that deep spot "feel that? That's your cervix, baby. That's where I'm gonna -fuck- where I'm gonna ruin you."
And then he batters it.
His pace turns savage- hips snapping with brutal precision, that fat cock ramming your cervix over and over until your insides feel like mush. Each thrust punches a whimper out of you, your walls going soft and sloppy around him, unable to do anything but take it. The bulge in your tummy jumps with every stroke, obscene and undeniable.
"Oh god- oh god- 'Toru- c-can't -hnngh-"
"yeah you can." His voice is wrecked, strained, "and you're gonna cum while they watch."
She's getting so tight- squeezing me like she's trying to break my cock off-
The wet sounds are obscene. Your pussy squelches with each pump, arousal churning into something thicker, frothier- a white, creamy mess that clings to his shaft and oozes out around the stretched rim of your hole. It smears against his pelvis, his balls, drools in sticky rivulets down to the sheets.
"There it is," he breathes, thumb finding your clit, "there's my messy girl. You hear that? Hear how sloppy you're getting?"
Schhllk
He grinds against your battered cervix, holds there, and your orgasm crashes through you like a wave- walls clamping, legs seizing, voice cracking on a sob as your cunt creams around him in thick, milky spurts. He doesn't stop. He can't stop. Just fucks you through it, churning your release into a frothy ring at the base of his cock, the camera catching every filthy detail.
The view count ticks past thirty thousand.
His cock throbs inside your spasming cunt, and Gojo just laughs- breathless, wrecked, mean.
You’ve been riding Satoru for god knows how long now. Load after load of frothy cum pours from your cunt, coating your cramping thighs and mixing with the sheen of sweat that coats your body.
His hands grip your waist, urging you to go faster but your hips falter, no strength left in them to keep going. Your body sags into his, chests heaving and sticking together.
“I-I can’t,” you mutter, breathless.
“Slap me,” Satoru requests plainly, like he’s asking you to pass him something you’re closer to.
“What?” You ask, his request shocking you into sitting back up and unintentionally taking him deep again, the sensitive tip of his cock hitting your cervix just right enough to have you both groaning.
“I said, slap the shit out of me.” He pats your hip and gives you a small nod of encouragement.
“Toru,” you sigh, shaking your head. “I’m not going t-”
“Scared you’re gonna hurt me?” he teases at your hesitation. “C’mon, baby, do your worst.” That stupid smirk spreads across his stupid handsome face and well...
Might as well cash in all those times you’ve wanted to smack it right off his face.
His hips jolt up into you when your hand connects with his face, red blooming under his already flushed skin.
“Fuck, baby.” His pupils are blown wide with the sudden surge of adrenaline, his thighs trembling as he tries to fuck up into you. “Again.”
“You’re sick,” you giggle, but oblige him nonetheless, the smack! of your hand landing echoing off the walls.
The whispers followed him like cigarette smoke through the hallways of the humanities building -dangerous, don't bother, he'll ruin you- but you'd smiled at him anyway that first day in Ethics 201, offered him half your granola bar when he'd shown up late and hungry, and something had flickered behind those vermillion eyes.
He wanted you.
Three months later, you're pinned beneath him in his off campus apartment, and you're starting to understand what all those warnings meant.
"What's wrong, princess?" Sukuna's voice drips with amusement as he watches you squirm against his black sheets, your thighs trembling where they bracket his narrow hips. The twin lines of his facial tattoos stretch with his grin- cruel, knowing, "Don't tell me the campus sweetheart's getting cold feet."
He's not even inside you yet.
Just the fat, flushed head of his cock notched against your entrance, and already you feel impossibly stretched, your slick cunt fluttering uselessly around something it can't quite accept. He's thick -stupidly thick- with a slight upward curve and a vein running along the underside that you'd traced with your tongue earlier, feeling it pulse against your lips.
"S-Sukuna, I don't-" You hiccup, and god, you sound pathetic, nothing like the girl who tutors all the four eyes in the campus library and bakes cookies for the football team, "I don't think it's gonna fit."
He laughs.
Not a kind laugh. Not a reassuring one.
There it is, he thinks, drinking in the way your pretty face crumples with uncertainty. The look that made chasing this little rabbit worth every boring month.
"Oh, sweetheart." He leans down, and his silver tongue stud clicks against his teeth as he drags the flat of his tongue up the salt-sweet trail of tears on your cheek, "I know it's not gonna fit. That's the whole fucking point."
Your hands fly to his chest -his chest, God, all hard muscle and the black ink crawling across his pectorals- pushing weakly, "W-wait, maybe we should-"
"Should what?" He rolls his hips, and you mewl- actually mewl as another inch bullies past your entrance, your walls clenching down on the intrusion like they can't decide whether to pull him in or push him out, "Stop? Go slower?" Another inch. Your vision whites at the edges, "Sweetheart, you knew exactly what you were signing up for when you let me take you home."
And the worst part is- he's right.
You'd seen the bulge in his jeans that first time you'd made out in his car, felt it grinding against your thigh while he bit bruises into your neck. You'd felt it when you'd finally gotten your hand around him last week, your fingers unable to fully close around his girth.
You just hadn't really believed it until now.
"Nnnh- hahh- Suku, please, c-cant- s'too much-"
"Shh, shh, shh." He presses a kiss to your temple, almost tender, while his hips keep that devastating forward pressure. Split you open nice and slow, "You're the sweetest thing on this campus, aren't you? Every frat boy's wet dream. And you picked me."
More. Deeper.
You can feel him in your stomach, a hard intrusion that shouldn't be possible, and when you glance down you swear you can see the outline of him pressing against your lower belly.
"So you're gonna take this cock, princess." He bottoms out with a grunt, and you wail, the sound echoing off his bare walls...
"Every. Fucking. Inch."
He stills above you, letting you shake and clench and sob around him while he watches with those half-lidded amber eyes, looking for all the world like a cat who's finally caught the canary.
"God, you're so tight." His voice drops to a rasp, and for the first time, you see a crack in that arrogant composure- his jaw clenching, his fingers digging bruises into the meat of your hips, "Knew you would be. All those nice boys too scared to ever fuck you right."
But I'm not nice, the dark curl of his thoughts continues. And by the time I'm done, she won't remember any of their names.
He draws back slowly, and you feel every ridge and vein drag against your swollen walls, the obscene schlick of your wetness filling the room.
୨୧ — Sukuna let go of your jaw and wrapped that massive hand around your throat instead.
Your pussy clenched- gummy walls squeezing his cock so tight he saw stars.
“Oh fuck-“ He groaned, hips stuttering, “Dirty girl. Cunt got so tight soon as I grabbed your throat. You like being choked while you're stuffed full of cock?”
You couldn't answer. His fingers were pressing just right, making your head swim, making everything feel floaty and far away while his dick kept bullying into your syrupy mess of a cunt. Sloppy. Ruined.
“Course you do.” He fucked into you harder, watching your eyes start to roll, “My perfect little cockslut. Takes everything I give her. Lets me use this pussy however I want.”
Your gummy walls fluttered around him, squeezing rhythmically, and he knew you were close. Could feel it in the way your thighs trembled. Could see it in the way your eyes kept rolling back, showing whites, tears streaming into your hair.
There she goes, he thought, drunk on the sight. Completely fucked dumb. Drooling and crying on my cock like the pretty little thing she is.
“Gonna cum, aren't you?” He squeezed your throat tighter, watched your mouth fall open, “Gonna cream all over this dick while I choke you? Make an even bigger mess?”
“Mmph- nnh- hhk-“
Your eyes rolled back completely. Your cunt clamped down like a vice, gushing around him, making the nastiest wet sounds as he fucked you through it.
Then he loosened his grip.
You gasped, sucking in air desperately, whole body shaking through the aftershocks. He cupped your face almost gentle, thumb smearing the tears across your cheek, even as his hips kept their brutal pace- still fucking into your sensitive, twitching hole without mercy.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” His voice dropped, deadly soft, “C'mon. Look at me.”
Your glazed eyes found his. Wet. Fucked out. Adoring.
That's when he felt it... That damn skip in his heartbeat...
“Tell me who owns this pussy.” He bottomed out and ground, stirring your insides, cock kissing your battered cervix, “Right now. While you're full of my cock. While you're crying and creaming and making the prettiest fucking mess I've ever seen. Tell me.”
“You,”you slurred, completely cockdrunk, “Y-You own it. Owns me. S'yours- all yours- please-“
“Again.” He pulled back and slammed in, and you wailed.
“YOURS! This pussy is yours- only yours- nobody else's- SUKUNA!!!”
“That's my good fucking girl.”
His thumb found your swollen clit and pressed.
You broke.
Eyes rolling back so far they disappeared. Gummy walls clamping down in waves, milking his cock desperately. Cunt gushing so much slick it sounded like he was fucking a puddle. Your whole body arched off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream, completely lost to pleasure.
Mine, he thought savagely, fucking you through it. All fucking mine. This messy cunt, these pretty tears, every stupid little moan- She's fucking MINE.
He lasted three more thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt and came so hard his very own vision blanked for the first fucking time in his life.
“FuckFuckFuck-“
Hot cum flooded your womb, painting your walls, stuffed so deep inside you'd be leaking him for days. You whimpered at the warmth, cunt fluttering weakly, milking out every last drop like your body couldn't stand to waste any.
He stayed there, panting, forehead pressed to yours. Still buried. Still throbbing.
“You okay?” he murmured eventually, voice wrecked.
You laughed- wet and fucked out and happy, “Think you actually broke me this time.”
Good, he thought, pressing a kiss to your swollen mouth. Wanna keep you broken. Wanna be the only one who knows how to put you back together.
“Stay inside,” you mumbled, eyes already closing. “M'it's warm. Like feeling you.”
He shouldn't. He should run you a warm bath and clean you up- whatever the fuck “aftercare” entails, be a halfway decent human for once in his miserable life...
Instead he gathered you closer, cock still softening inside your messy cunt, and pressed his lips to your hair.
“Not going anywhere...”
Yours, he thought, holding you tighter. Completely fucking yours and you don't even know it.
But maybe you did. Because you smiled against his chest and whispered-
“Love you, 'Kuna.”
His heart stopped. Started again. Beat stupid and fast like a teenager's.
Juniper and Rolan are EVERYTHING to me so of course, I needed some post-game romance from the wonderful @drathe for myself. Thank you thank you! I'm in awe of this beautiful art, seeing them happy makes life worth it.
୨୧ ― Sukuna's tatted hand is tangled in your hair, fingers fisted tight enough to make your scalp burn, wrenching your head back at an angle that has your spine curved like a bow. Your face is smushed into his rumpled dorm bedsheets- drool pooling beneath your slack mouth, mascara smeared across the cotton, tears and snot mixing into a pathetic mess.
“HHNNGGHH-! NNGHH-! AH, AH, AHHHN-“
Your moans are muffled by the mattress, garbled and broken, punctuated by the sound of Sukuna's hips slamming against your upturned ass. He's fucking you like he hates you -or maybe like he owns you- each stroke punching deep enough to kiss your cervix, his heavy balls swinging forward to smack your swollen clit with every impact.
“Louder,” he grunts, sweat dripping from his brow onto your arched back, “Want the whole floor to hear how pathetically desperate you are.”
“MMMPHH-! S'KUNA-! S'KUNAAAA-!!”
His free hand cracks down on your ass, the SMACK echoing through the room, leaving a perfect red handprint blooming across your jiggling cheek. You wail, cunt clenching involuntarily around his thick shaft, and he laughs- a beautifully dark and cruel laugh.
“Squeezing me already? We're just getting started.”
Neither of you hear the door open.
There, framed in the doorway, stands Gojo Satoru -Sukuna's unfortunate roommate-frozen mid step with a physics textbook clutched to his chest like a shield.
“Sukuna have you seen me-“
His beautiful blue eyes -stunning even behind those thick rimmed glasses- go wide as he processes the scene before him. Sukuna. On the bed. Balls deep in some girl, fucking her so hard the cheap bedframe is creaking against the wall. The wet schlck of her soaked pussy getting absolutely ruined filling the room, followed by broken, sobbing moans…
Oh my god. Oh my GOD.
Gojo's mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No sound comes out.
And then you lift your head.
Just slightly -Sukuna's grip loosening for a fraction of a second as he adjusts his angle- and your tear streaked, fucked stupid face turns toward the door. Tongue lolling out. Eyes rolled back so far the whites show. Drool connecting your lips to the sheets in shiny strings.
Gojo's heart stops.
That's-
He knows you.
He's seen you. Curled up on the common room couch with Toji, sharing a blanket, stealing bites of his ramen while he pretended to be annoyed. Laughing at Toji’s terrible jokes. Wearing his oversized hoodies.
That's Toji’s girlfriend.
“The door” Sukuna grunts, hips never faltering, “was locked for a reason, four eyes.”
“S-Sukuna-“ Gojo's voice cracks, strangled.
Sukuna doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down. He just turns his head- slowly, lazily, like a predator acknowledging prey that poses zero threat and grins.
“Like what you see?” Sukuna's smirk is practically audible as he pulls out slowly -you whimper at the loss- giving Gojo a full, glistening view of his cock, veins pulsing, slick with your arousal. Then he slams back in, punching another scream from your lungs.
“I-I-“ Gojo stammers, textbook slipping from nerveless fingers.... He should leave. He should definitely leave. But his feet are rooted to the floor, and his cock is hardening traitorously in his sweatpants, tenting the fabric in a way that's impossible to hide. Fuck fuck fuck-
“I- you- she's-“ Gojo's brain is short circuiting, glasses fogging from the sudden heat of the room. His eyes dart between Sukuna's sweat slicked torso, your arched back, the obscene gape of your pussy every time Sukuna pulls out to the tip before slamming back in, “That's Toji’s girlfriend!”
“Is she?” Sukuna's voice drips with mock innocence. His tatted up hand tightening in your hair, yanking your head up so Gojo can see your face clearly. Can see the way your eyes have glazed over, pupils blown wide with need, any trace of shame long since fucked out of you, “Could've fooled me. She's been my personal cocksleeve for months now.”
“Wha- months?!”
You moan- high, desperate, shameless and push your hips back against Sukuna, chasing his cock like your life depends on it, “AAAHHHH-! OH GOD-! S-Sukuna, he's- he's watching-“
Gojo makes a choked sound. She's- she's not even trying to-
“I know.” Sukuna's red eyes lock onto Gojo's frozen form, “Isn't that the point?” He yanks your hips up higher, so Gojo can see everything -the way your puffy lips stretch around his girth, the creamy ring of arousal at his base, the way your clit throbs with every impact. “Come closer, Satoru. Get a real look at how a pussy should be fucked.”
I should leave, Gojo thinks frantically, even as his feet carry him two steps closer. I should definitely leave. This is insane. This is- I should turn around and walk out and pretend I never saw this. I should tell Toji. I should- His hand drifts unconsciously toward his straining erection-
“Don't touch yourself,” Sukuna snaps, and Gojo's hand freezes mid air, “You don't get to cum. You get to watch. Learn something, virgin.”
Gojo doesn't move.
“I can see your dick twitching from here. Poor pathetic virgin, watching his roommate ruin another man’s girl. Getting off on it. Tragic.”
Gojo's face flames scarlet. His hand shoots down to cover the obvious tent in his sweatpants, humiliation burning through him- but he still doesn't leave.
Toji’s going to kill him, Gojo thinks wildly. Toji’s going to find out and literally murder him on campus.
Sukuna slams back into you so hard the bed screeches across the floor, “-pay attention, looser.”
What follows is the most deviant lesson of Gojo Satoru's life.
He watches the entire time- glasses steamed, cock throbbing, shame weighing heavy in his chest as Sukuna fucks you through orgasm after orgasm. Sukuna even flips you over and makes you ride him reverse cowgirl so Gojo can see everything- the way his thick cock splits your pussy open, the way your creamy slick drools down his shaft, the way your stomach bulges slightly every time he bottoms out.
“Look at him,” Sukuna commands, gripping your jaw and turning your head toward Gojo, “Look at the pathetic little nerd jerking off to you getting bred.”
Gojo's hand is in his pants now... He doesn't remember putting it there…
You look at him -eyes glazed, mouth hanging open, utterly fucked stupid and smile, D-Does it feel good... Gojo-kun?”
He cums in his pants like a goddamn teenager after hearing your sweet voice… shit…
Sukuna laughs until he's breathless, then flips you onto your back again and fucks his own orgasm out of himself, painting your insides white while Gojo watches with a hand still wrapped around his softening cock.
“Haaaahhh… hahhhh…” You twitch and moan through the aftershocks, feeling his seed pump into your womb in thick, pulsing ropes. It's so much. Too much. It starts leaking out around his cock immediately, dripping in a creamy river onto his ruined bedsheets.
Sukuna pulls out slowly, a thick pearlescent strand of cum connecting his softening cock to your ruined, gaping hole. Your pussy clencheson nothing, pushing out more of his seed in a slow, obscene drool that patters onto the floor.
He turns to his roommate, not even bothering to wipe himself off, “clean ups on the bed.” Sukuna nods toward where you're still slumped, trembling, cunt exposed and dripping, “And Satoru?” He tucks himself back into his sweats, utterly unbothered, magnificently bored, “Next time, knock.”
He saunters out, and the door clicks shut.
Silence.
Just your ragged breathing and Gojo's sharp, pants filling the room.
Gojo doesn't move. Still stuck where he’s at admiring your glistening body- damp hair plastered to your face… the way your legs tremble…
Leave, he screams at himself. Fucking LEAVE. But… what if she needs help…?
His feet carry him forward, right to where you’re at.
One step. Two. Three.
You lift your head weakly from the bed, still trembling, mascara smeared down your cheeks, lips swollen and slick with drool. Your eyes -glazed, fucked out- find his.
You don't tell him to stop, don’t tell him to get out… you just wait and see what happens.
“He said...” Gojo's voice cracks, barely a whisper. His cock stirs to life again painfully in his soaked sweatpants, the wet patch at the front growing. He's so hard it hurts, harder than he's ever been in his pathetic virgin life, “He said clean up was on the bed…”
What the fuck am I saying, he thinks wildly, what the FUCK am I- she’s Toji’s- Sukuna’s? She isn’t my responsibility-
You shift on the bed, spreading your shaky thighs wider until more of Sukuna's cum oozes from your gaping cunt. Your swollen clit pulses visibly, still engorged, still needy.
“Then clean me,” you breathe.
Gojo drops to his knees so fast his bones crack against the floor next to the bed.
Oh god oh god oh god- His hands shake as they grip your thighs, pushing them further apart and bringing you closer to the edge until he's eye level with your pussy now, close enough that the musk of sex and Sukuna's cum fills his nostrils… until it makes his head spin. She's so- it's so- I can see inside her- she's still clenching- there's so much cum-
“I've never-“ he chokes out, face burning, “I don't know how to-“
“Lick.”
He licks.
His tongue drags a hot, wet stripe from your dripping hole to your throbbing clit, and the taste of you, mixed with him, salt and musk and sweet- explodes across his tongue. You keen, hips bucking against his face, and Gojo moans like he's the one being touched.
“Nnghh- f-fuck- more- G-Gojo- get it all- please-“
He buries his face in your cunt.
Lapping at your folds, sucking Sukuna's cum from your twitching hole, tongue fucking into you to chase every drop. His nose grinds against your oversensitive clit and you cry out so prettily, fingers fisting in his white hair, shoving his face harder against you.
“J-just like- oh god- just like that-“
She tastes so good, Gojo thinks deliriously, even with his cum- especially with- I'm eating his cum out of her- I'm- His hips rut pathetically against nothing, I'm so fucked. I'm so fucking fucked.
“Ahhhn- right there- suck my clit- s-suck it-“
He obeys. Like the good boy he is.
Wrapping his lips around your swollen bud, sucking hard, tongue flicking rapidly- sloppy and inexperienced and desperate to please. Your thighs clamp around his head, muffling his whimpers, and his hands grip your ass to pull you tighter against his mouth.
“Good boy,” you gasp, and Gojo sobs against your pussy, hips jerking, “Such a good- nnghhh- good little clean up boy- eating his cum right out of me-“
“Mmmph- mmhhnn-“ He can't respond, mouth too full of your cunt, but his cock leaks in his sweats, another spurt of precum joining the mess.
The door opens.
“Shit I forgot my wallet-“
Sukuna stops.
Gojo freezes, face still buried between your thighs, Sukuna's cum smeared across his lips and chin.
Sukuna's eyes take in the scene- his roommate on his knees, face deep in the pussy he just bred, glasses askew, sweatpants tented once more and soaked…
“Well, well.” He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking, “Maybe you're not completely useless after all, four eyes.”
I'm going to die, Gojo thinks, He's going to kill me. I'm going to-
“Did I say you could stop?”
Gojo's tongue resumes its work against your sloppy cunt until you throw your head back and moan.
Sukuna watches, pulling out his phone.
Click.
…
That night, Toji texts Gojo: Hey man, have you seen my girlfriend around? She's not answering her phone.
୨୧ — Each thrust punches a cute, breathy “ah-ah-ah” out of you, and Caleb's so focused on the way your cunt is finally taking him easier now -slick and swollen and perfectly molded to him after hours of training- that he almost misses it…
But then the dim light from outside the window catches the movement of your stomach, and his hips stutter to a halt.
“What…” his voice comes out strangled- those pretty violet eyes growing wide, fixed on the subtle but unmistakable bulge in your lower belly, “is that…”
“C-Caleb?” You blink up at him through your fucked out haze, confused by the sudden stillness, “why’d you stop-“
He pulls back slowly, watching his thick length drag out of your stretched hole- and then slams home again, eyes locked on your abdomen.
There it is. The distinct outline of his cock, distending your belly from the inside.
Oh fuck… That’s me. That’s- I’m so deep I can see myself inside her…
“Pipsqueak,” he breathes, hand drifting to your stomach, pressing down experimentally.
You wail.
The pressure makes you clench around him so hard that Caleb’s eyes roll back, and suddenly that dark, possessive part of him that he'd kept locked away for years is roaring to the surface.
“Look at that,” he murmurs, starting to rock his hips in shallow thrusts while his palm stays pressed against the bulge. He can feel himself moving inside you, feel the way your soft belly yields to accommodate his size. “You feel that, Pips? Feel how deep I am?”
“Nnngh- s’too much-“ Your hands fly to grip his wrist, but you can't tell if you're trying to push him away or pull him closer. Everything is sensation, the dual pressure of his cock splitting you open and his hand pushing down making your brain short-circuit.
“Too much?” Caleb's laugh is breathless, almost delirious. He's staring at where his hand meets your stomach like it's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen, “Baby, I think this might be my new favorite thing.”
He shifts angles, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with a wet squelch, and this time he watches- watches the bulge appear, pushes down on it, feels his cockhead pressing against his own palm through the thin barrier of your flesh.
“CALEB-!”
I'm going to fuck her every day until this place finally feels like home.
“So pretty,” he coos, and the contrast between his sweet words and the brutal pace of his hips is making you dizzy, “my pretty girl, stuffed so full of my cock that I can see it in your belly.” His thumb traces the outline of himself through your skin, pressing in, and your vision finally whites out, “You know what this means, right?”
You can barely form words, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth as he pounds into you, “W-what- ahh- what does it-“
“Means no one else could ever reach this deep.” His voice drops to a growl as he adjusts his grip on the headboard to drive even harder into your abused cunt. “Means this spot-“ he punctuates with a thrust, pressing down on the bulge simultaneously, “-right here-“ another thrust, another press, and you're sobbing now, “-belongs to me.”
You're cumming before you even realize it's happening, walls clamping down on him while you thrash against the sheets. But Caleb doesn't stop. If anything, he speeds up, chasing his own release while his hand remains firmly planted on your stomach.
“Gonna fill you up again, okay? Gonna pump you so full you'll bulge even without my cock inside- mph-“
He hilts himself one final time and grinds, and you can feel every pulse and twitch of him as he spills deep inside your womb.
When he finally catches his breath, Caleb doesn't pull out. Instead, he rearranges your boneless body, settling you onto your side with him spooned behind you, cock still buried to the root.
His hand finds your belly again, pressing gently where you're still stretched around him.
“Definitely my new favorite thing,” he murmurs against your hair, thumb stroking lazy circles over the subtle swell.
୨୧ — “What about this?” Sukuna asked, nodding toward a display of perfume bottles. His patience was wearing dangerously thin after three hours of wandering through this hell of consumerism and forced cheer.
His daughter’s nose wrinkled as she shook her head, “Mommy already has smelly stuff. She needs something special.”
Sukuna suppressed a growl of frustration. His brat had already rejected jewelry (too sparkly), clothes (boring), books (Mommy reads on her tablet now, Daddy), and even a ridiculously overpriced Louis Vuitton purse that Sukuna had suggested out of pure desperation.
“Pick something,” he said, his deep voice causing a nearby salesperson to flinch, “now.”
His daughter however, was absolutely immune to his intimidation tactics. She merely huffed, crossing her small arms over her chest in a gesture that was eerily reminiscent of his own stance.
“There's nothing good here,” she declared.
“What do you mean 'nothing good'? This entire fucking building is full of useless shit people give each other for this ridiculous holiday.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Sukuna began counting silently to ten- a coping technique you'd taught him that he'd never admit actually helped sometimes. “Fine. What does your mother want, then? You're the one who insisted we needed to get her something beyond that-“ he waved his hand vaguely, “-bow situation.”
His little girl kicked at the mall floor, her small face scrunching into a pout, “I don't know. Nothing here is good enough.”
“For fuck's sake-“
“It's just,” she interrupted, her voice taking on that particular tone that always made Sukuna's defenses crumble slightly, “I already picked out the best gift for Mommy.” looking up at him, her vermillion eyes, wide and earnest, “You, Daddy. You're the best gift. Nothing in this whole stupid mall is better than you. And I know mommy would agree…”
Sukuna stared down at his daughter, “So this entire shopping trip was pointless?” he finally asked, though without real heat.
She shrugged, suddenly looking guilty, “I thought maybe we could find something almost as good. But we can't.” She kicked at the floor again, “Nothing's as good as you.”
“Your mother,” he said after a moment, “would probably appreciate something she can actually open on Christmas morning.”
“Can I just put you in a really big box?”
A startled laugh escaped him before he could suppress it- a sound so rare that she beamed in response.
“No,” he said firmly, “No boxes.”
She sighed dramatically, “Then what do i get Mommy?”
Sukuna glanced around the mall, his gaze landing on a jewelry store they hadn't explored yet, “Come on,” he said, taking her small hand in his again, “I have an idea.”
Twenty minutes later, they emerged from the store with a small bag containing a locket- one that his brat finally approved because “Mommy can put pictures of us inside, so she'll always have both her presents together.”
As they made their way toward the exit, she swung their joined hands and looked up at him with a sly smile, “Daddy?”
“What?”
“Even though you helped me get Mommy the necklace, you're still her real present, okay? I already decided.”
Sukuna rolled his eyes, but his lips curved into the faintest smile, “Whatever you say, kid.”
୨୧ —The steering wheel dug into your back as you rode on Nanami's cock like your life depended on it, but you couldn't care less.
“K-Kento -fuck- gonna be such a good little wife,” you sobbed, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth as your head lolled back. The horn giving weak little beeps when you slam down too hard.
His fingers dug bruises into your thighs- thumbs spreading your puffy lips apart so he could watch his thick cock disappear into your sloppy cunt. The cramped driver's seat of his Mercedes forced your bodies impossibly close, windows long since steamed over, hiding you from the empty university parking lot beyond.
Should have waited until I got her to my apartment, Nanami thought, but then you clenched around him and rational thought evaporated. “Listen to this greedy hole,” he groaned, hair wrecked from your desperate pulling, slacks shoved just far enough down his thighs.
She's ruined me, his half lidded gaze watched your tits bounce inches from his face, Completely.
“Want your cum,” you babbled, tears streaming down your cheeks as pleasure began to overwhelm you, “Breed me -nngh- fuck your baby into me right here make me -AAHN- make me yours, Kento, please please, please!” Your nails carved crescents into his shoulders, thighs trembling violently, “wanna drop out and just be yours.”
“You're graduating,” he growled, thrusting up so hard the whole car rocked… “Then I'm putting a ring on you and breeding this pretty pussy every goddamn night.”
He yanked you down by your hips, grinding the fat head of his cock against your cervix until you wailed, “YES! Ohh fuck, yes yes yes!”
You came with a scream you couldn't muffle, gushing around his cock, soaking his slacks and the leather beneath you. He followed with a guttural groan, pumping you so full that cum immediately began leaking out around his shaft, dripping down his balls and pooling on the seat.
He didn't stop.
By the time he finally stilled, you were a mess- mascara streaked, lips swollen, pussy stuffed and overflowing with him. Your limbs had gone boneless, draped over him like you’d never move again.
He kissed your forehead, lips lingering, “I meant that,” he murmured against your damp skin, “…The ring part.”
Your exhausted smile pressed into the curve of his throat, “i know.”
His arms tightened around you as campus lights flickered on outside, “And the baby part.”
୨୧ ― Caleb has spent his entire adolescence and young adulthood rejecting every admirer who threw themselves at him- returning their homemade lunches, turning down their confessions, never once letting anyone get close enough to touch him like that.
He was too focused. Too loyal. Too busy dreaming about the girl who'd grown up beside him, the one whose birthday made up half of his passwords.
His girl.
And now, finally, after all this time, he has you exactly where he's dreamed of you for almost a decade- beneath him, looking up at him with those wide, trusting eyes.
God, she's really here. She's really letting me-
His internal thought cuts off when he hears your sweet voice.
"C-Caleb-," you whine pitifully, fat tears beginning to bead along your lower lashes as you squirm beneath him in his apartment you've slowly been turning into a home... "I- I don't think-"
"What's wrong?" He sounds almost boyish in his confusion, purple eyes soft with concern as he brushes sweaty hair from your forehead, "Did I do something-"
"S'too big."
He blinks, tilting his head like the adorable idiot he is, "I'm... no, I'm sure I'm average? I mean, I haven't really compared, but…" his words trail off…
Caleb can do nothing but stare...
How your poor little cunt is struggling, quivering, lips stretched obscenely trying to swallow the first few inches of him...
His length is ridiculous- he realizes that now with sudden, dawning clarity, watching nearly half of his shaft still jutting out from where your bodies meet.
Despite how wet he's gotten you with his fingers and tongue and desperate grinding- despite the slick mess coating your inner thighs, the way you'd gushed around two of his knuckles, the way you'd soaked his chin when he'd eaten you out… you're still barely able to take him.
He'd always assumed those whispered comments from classmates back in high school were idle gossip. Locker room flattery he was too humble to believe -even now during showers on the fleet-. Girls giggling behind cupped hands, guys clapping his shoulder with that knowing look...
But now-
Fuck.
Now he understands as he watches you try to adjust.
Watching how your belly flutters with each shallow breath, watching your thighs tremble where they're spread wide around his hips. Watching the visible bulge of himself pressing up against the soft give of your lower stomach when he sinks another inch deeper and you let out this broken little whimper that makes his balls tighten.
He's ruining you. Reshaping you. Your tight little hole wasn't built for this, wasn't made for a cock this fat, this long, this mean- and he can't decide if the thought makes him want to pull out and apologize or grab your hips and bury himself to the hilt just to watch you fall apart.
"Shh, shh, hey." His voice has dropped low, rougher than you've ever heard it, and there's something dark flickering in those usually playful eyes. That possessive edge he's hidden for years, now surfacing as he stares down at where his thick cockhead is trying desperately to sink into your fluttering hole, "I've waited so long for this, Pips... For you. We're going to make it fit, okay? I'll take care of you, just like i always have."
His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away the tears that threatened to spill. So gentle. So caring. So him.
And then his other hand pins your hip to the mattress as he snaps forward, burying every fat inch inside you in one brutal thrust.
"AHHH- CALEB!!" Your scream tears through his quiet apartment, back arching clean off the sheets as your cunt is forced to stretch around him, walls clenching and spasming helplessly against the intrusion.
It's too much -he's too much-, splitting you open on a cock that has no business being attached to a man who watches you like that. All soft, starving devotion. A loyal pup at the feet of its goddess, even while he wrecks you.
"Pips- oh, fuck, there we go," Caleb groans, and his voice is absolutely wrecked, those pretty eyes rolling back slightly as he bottoms out. His pelvis grinds against yours, the root of him stuffed so deep you can feel him in your goddamn stomach. "You're so tight- shit, is it always like this? Is this-"
"Y-you're my f-first too, you idiot," you sob, and something breaks in his expression.
First. I'm her first. She waited for me too.
"Oh, Pipsqueak," he breathes, and now both hands are cradling your face while his hips stay perfectly still to let you adjust. His cock twitches inside you, and you keen. "My sweet girl. I didn't know. I didn't-" He drops his forehead to yours, breath ragged, "I thought- I would've been gentler, I would've-"
"N'just-" You gulp for air, body quaking, "just stay still. M'need to -hah- adjust"
He nods, pressing apologetic kisses all over your tear stained face while his massive length pulses inside your stretched out cunt. But even as he soothes you, that darker part of his mind is calculating.
If I keep her on my cock long enough... if I fuck her through it over and over... her body will learn. She'll mold to me. Only me. She won't be able to take anyone else after this...
Good.
And when your walls finally relax enough for him to move, rolling his hips in a slow, devastating grind that makes your eyes roll back... Caleb learns something else about himself that night...
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