"ngh- i can't do it anymooooree..!" you whine, tears trailing down your heated face, accompanied by sweat dribbling down your forehead.
your wrists are tied to the headboard of your bed: the originally cozy, plush quilt, gradually reduced into a stifling pressure that constantly rubbed against your warm skin.
torn between pleasure and pain, your sweet, pitiful whimpers echoed continuously throughout the humid room. satoru pants, the veins of his neck slightly bulging—clearly from his desperate attempts to hold back.
"one more time baby," he presses a moist, lingering kiss on your forehead, arms draped across your waist, with two fingers stuffed into your slick cunt. his other hand held a small, vibrating device against your throbbing clit, tracing focused circles around it.
you sob, "p-please.. please jus' let me cum.." you gripped the sheets with your trembling hands, trying to ground yourself amidst the blinding sparks that fried your senses.
he chuckles, delighted by your pleas. he moves the vibrator close to the folds of your entrance, merely teasing instead of providing you that sweet release you've been chasing. "c'mon baby.. you can hold it, right? aren't you a good girl?"
a cry tears itself out from your raspy throat, "i can't—mmh..! c-can't, can't do it." your ears are ringing, eyes rolled back. the vibrations are ruthless against your sensitive pussy, his fingers stimulating that plush spot within your velvet walls.
"naughty." his eyes darkened, cruelly withdrawing the toy and stopping his own movements altogether. whimpering, your hips mindlessly shook, thrusting against nothing. you shiver, helplessly gazing into his deep blue eyes.
retaining eye contact, his fingers; wet and sticky, caressed your twitching thighs, moving up, up, uppp—placing his palm directly against your abdomen, exerting just enough pressure to make you squirm.
"poor, poor girl. you really want to cum, don't you?" he coos, peppering chaste kisses against your tear-stained cheeks. "want me to stuff my dick into your drooling pussy, yeah?" you hurriedly nod, oblivious to his manipulation.
he grins, "i just don't think you deserve it." your swollen lips wobble, a pout ever present. you hate being denied, yet you feel yourself clenching around air, the absence of being filled frustrating you immensely.
"please, please, please—i'll do anything..! i promise, i'll be good.." your voice cracks, teeth biting down your own bleeding lips.
he smirks, "really? anything?"
you nod, letting out pathetic cries. pleading oh so sweetly. his cock throbs in his pants, adoring the control he has on your mind and your body. the mere sight of you sobbing, slobbering against yourself, skin sticking on skin; rubbing your thighs together like a bitch in heat (though he'd rather die than think of you that way)—it was addictive.
so, so obsessively addicting, that he really wanted to eat you whole. to consume you completely, and merge as one, complete being with your soul. it sends tingles up his spine, shaking with enthusiastic pleasure.
he swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth, licking his drying lips. "then i suppose you can definitely hold on for another hour, no?"
and when you whine, indignant, wanting to oppose—he stuffs a finger into your mouth, pinching your tongue. subconsciously, you obediently close your lips around the singular digit, gagging; effectively shutting yourself up in the process.
he turns the vibrator back on, watching as you try to run away from the pleasure that he forcefully places against your puffy clit. with pride, he licks your ears, whispering, "that's my girl."
Before you start: Yes, I know that it is currently 8:35 in the morning. I am also aware that you had just clocked in 30 minutes ago. However, I do need the final draft for Project A within 25 minutes.
If you want an extension, I'm afraid it isn't possible. The secretary would like this done at 9:00, therefore, my hands are tied.
You may enter the office without knocking, as you always do. Have the printed copy prepared.
I appreciate you in ways words could never express. What a coincidence it is, that I am currently famished. You know me all too well.
I ordered a latte for you. It will be brought to your table in approximately 15 minutes. I understand that you cannot focus without your morning coffee. Haha.
Also, please refrain from using emojis in emails. It is quite unprofessional. Remember, that although the higher-ups do not mind: it is best to remain as formal as possible.
You are right. I should not have said something so painfully idiotic. My wife is the only woman who I'd talk to this way—work hours or not.
I beg of you to not make me sleep in the guest bedroom. My heart aches at the thought of being away from you. I'm afraid I would not be able to sleep, unless you are safe in my arms.
Would you still like to have lunch with me? If not, I will give you space. I can sit at the next table closest to you and simply stare, yearning to share a meal with the woman of my dreams.
If yes, then I'd be a very happy man. I cannot wait to taste the lunch you packed for me. 😄
I miss you dearly. I find it extremely difficult to remain patient, knowing that you are 4 corridors away, sulking in that uncomfortable chair.
Please sulk next to me. After all, I am the one who got you upset. Allow me to make up for it. You deserve to be pampered, treasured; and I apologize for my lack of better judgement, alongside my incapability to distinguish the special privileges I should bestow upon my wife.
If it were anyone else to use emojis and informal language while emailing me, I would have scolded them fervently. Only my darling wife is exempt from such treatment. As you should be.
"ngh- i can't do it anymooooree..!" you whine, tears trailing down your heated face, accompanied by sweat dribbling down your forehead.
your wrists are tied to the headboard of your bed: the originally cozy, plush quilt, gradually reduced into a stifling pressure that constantly rubbed against your warm skin.
torn between pleasure and pain, your sweet, pitiful whimpers echoed continuously throughout the humid room. satoru pants, the veins of his neck slightly bulging—clearly from his desperate attempts to hold back.
"one more time baby," he presses a moist, lingering kiss on your forehead, arms draped across your waist, with two fingers stuffed into your slick cunt. his other hand held a small, vibrating device against your throbbing clit, tracing focused circles around it.
you sob, "p-please.. please jus' let me cum.." you gripped the sheets with your trembling hands, trying to ground yourself amidst the blinding sparks that fried your senses.
he chuckles, delighted by your pleas. he moves the vibrator close to the folds of your entrance, merely teasing instead of providing you that sweet release you've been chasing. "c'mon baby.. you can hold it, right? aren't you a good girl?"
a cry tears itself out from your raspy throat, "i can't—mmh..! c-can't, can't do it." your ears are ringing, eyes rolled back. the vibrations are ruthless against your sensitive pussy, his fingers stimulating that plush spot within your velvet walls.
"naughty." his eyes darkened, cruelly withdrawing the toy and stopping his own movements altogether. whimpering, your hips mindlessly shook, thrusting against nothing. you shiver, helplessly gazing into his deep blue eyes.
retaining eye contact, his fingers; wet and sticky, caressed your twitching thighs, moving up, up, uppp—placing his palm directly against your abdomen, exerting just enough pressure to make you squirm.
"poor, poor girl. you really want to cum, don't you?" he coos, peppering chaste kisses against your tear-stained cheeks. "want me to stuff my dick into your drooling pussy, yeah?" you hurriedly nod, oblivious to his manipulation.
he grins, "i just don't think you deserve it." your swollen lips wobble, a pout ever present. you hate being denied, yet you feel yourself clenching around air, the absence of being filled frustrating you immensely.
"please, please, please—i'll do anything..! i promise, i'll be good.." your voice cracks, teeth biting down your own bleeding lips.
he smirks, "really? anything?"
you nod, letting out pathetic cries. pleading oh so sweetly. his cock throbs in his pants, adoring the control he has on your mind and your body. the mere sight of you sobbing, slobbering against yourself, skin sticking on skin; rubbing your thighs together like a bitch in heat (though he'd rather die than think of you that way)—it was addictive.
so, so obsessively addicting, that he really wanted to eat you whole. to consume you completely, and merge as one, complete being with your soul. it sends tingles up his spine, shaking with enthusiastic pleasure.
he swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth, licking his drying lips. "then i suppose you can definitely hold on for another hour, no?"
and when you whine, indignant, wanting to oppose—he stuffs a finger into your mouth, pinching your tongue. subconsciously, you obediently close your lips around the singular digit, gagging; effectively shutting yourself up in the process.
he turns the vibrator back on, watching as you try to run away from the pleasure that he forcefully places against your puffy clit. with pride, he licks your ears, whispering, "that's my girl."
"ngh- i can't do it anymooooree..!" you whine, tears trailing down your heated face, accompanied by sweat dribbling down your forehead.
your wrists are tied to the headboard of your bed: the originally cozy, plush quilt, gradually reduced into a stifling pressure that constantly rubbed against your warm skin.
torn between pleasure and pain, your sweet, pitiful whimpers echoed continuously throughout the humid room. satoru pants, the veins of his neck slightly bulging—clearly from his desperate attempts to hold back.
"one more time baby," he presses a moist, lingering kiss on your forehead, arms draped across your waist, with two fingers stuffed into your slick cunt. his other hand held a small, vibrating device against your throbbing clit, tracing focused circles around it.
you sob, "p-please.. please jus' let me cum.." you gripped the sheets with your trembling hands, trying to ground yourself amidst the blinding sparks that fried your senses.
he chuckles, delighted by your pleas. he moves the vibrator close to the folds of your entrance, merely teasing instead of providing you that sweet release you've been chasing. "c'mon baby.. you can hold it, right? aren't you a good girl?"
a cry tears itself out from your raspy throat, "i can't—mmh..! c-can't, can't do it." your ears are ringing, eyes rolled back. the vibrations are ruthless against your sensitive pussy, his fingers stimulating that plush spot within your velvet walls.
"naughty." his eyes darkened, cruelly withdrawing the toy and stopping his own movements altogether. whimpering, your hips mindlessly shook, thrusting against nothing. you shiver, helplessly gazing into his deep blue eyes.
retaining eye contact, his fingers; wet and sticky, caressed your twitching thighs, moving up, up, uppp—placing his palm directly against your abdomen, exerting just enough pressure to make you squirm.
"poor, poor girl. you really want to cum, don't you?" he coos, peppering chaste kisses against your tear-stained cheeks. "want me to stuff my dick into your drooling pussy, yeah?" you hurriedly nod, oblivious to his manipulation.
he grins, "i just don't think you deserve it." your swollen lips wobble, a pout ever present. you hate being denied, yet you feel yourself clenching around air, the absence of being filled frustrating you immensely.
"please, please, please—i'll do anything..! i promise, i'll be good.." your voice cracks, teeth biting down your own bleeding lips.
he smirks, "really? anything?"
you nod, letting out pathetic cries. pleading oh so sweetly. his cock throbs in his pants, adoring the control he has on your mind and your body. the mere sight of you sobbing, slobbering against yourself, skin sticking on skin; rubbing your thighs together like a bitch in heat (though he'd rather die than think of you that way)—it was addictive.
so, so obsessively addicting, that he really wanted to eat you whole. to consume you completely, and merge as one, complete being with your soul. it sends tingles up his spine, shaking with enthusiastic pleasure.
he swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth, licking his drying lips. "then i suppose you can definitely hold on for another hour, no?"
and when you whine, indignant, wanting to oppose—he stuffs a finger into your mouth, pinching your tongue. subconsciously, you obediently close your lips around the singular digit, gagging; effectively shutting yourself up in the process.
he turns the vibrator back on, watching as you try to run away from the pleasure that he forcefully places against your puffy clit. with pride, he licks your ears, whispering, "that's my girl."
pairing: vampire!shoko x (touch starved) widow!reader
it was your birthday. your first birthday after your deceased husband, hiromi higuruma, had tragically passed away. you were as lonely as ever in that dark, macabre mansion he persuaded you to move into— so you decided you need fresh air.
you walk, each small step creating a creak in the old floorboards. the house was dimly lit because of the fact you were trying to preserve light and save power. you reach out, pulling the door open.
the dark night mixed with cold air sending goosebumps down your arm, a shivering feeling running down your back. you could spot a dark figure in the distance. it didn't look… human, per se. you could spot glinting fangs and a warm eye even from where you were standing.
your eyes widen and you take a step back, curling your fingers around your clothes. the idea of visiting his grave down the street crossed your mind, but this strange figure lurking around had solidified the idea not to.
you decide to face it head on instead of wondering what it is. your legs shake, bracing for the worst. you take a deep breath and walk off your porch, looking straight to the ground.
your breaths are shaky as you walk closer, feeling a pair of dark eyes on you. or… running down your body. you ignore it, walking past.
down the street, you spot your beloved's cemetery. the place he was buried at. you purposely made sure he was dug right near your house— just so you were able to visit him frequently. you had been putting it off recently since the reality of it had been hitting hard the last few months.
you spot his grave, tears welling up in your eyes. you walk over to where his body was laying, brushing your fingers over the cold stone.
you let out a sigh, staring at the headstone gloomily. if he was here, he would've been celebrating your birthday with you. but for now, it seems that you're alone.
for the first time in forever. he would've bought you a cake from the local convenience store, lit some candles for you, and made sure you would have the best day ever. and he's not here to do that for you.
you hear the crunching of leaves behind you. it's just a bird, you assume. nothing special.
or so you thought.
that same mysterious figure is suddenly behind you, stroking your hair, steady (and confident?) breaths tuning out the rest of the world. the only thing you could focus on is her breathing.
"you're a pretty one. such a shame your husband had to die. yet that only makes things easier for me." you practically hear the smirk on her lips. she leans in closer.
"you definitely wouldn't like the crime to be at my fingertips. what did he even die from anyway?" the figure inquires.
you're too scared to even respond, it seems. your body tenses up and sweat beads at your temple.
"c'mon. i'm not scary."
you could dare to curse at her, but your voice would come out in the smallest, weakest tone that you've ever heard.
"…he had a stroke." and to no one's surprise, it does come out in the smallest, weakest tone you've ever heard.
"what a shame. i almost feel sorry for you." she pouts, tilting her head to the side.
"can i get something straight?"
you nod, still skeptical about this enchanting beauty that decided to follow you to your husbands grave on your birthday.
"i'm a vampire. i'm about to suck your blood only because you're on the prettier side of the humans i've seen in my lifetime." she raises an eyebrow, flicking hair off her shoulder.
"buuuttt i'm not about to be an absolute freak and do that unconsensually."
you blink twice, mouth opening in awe. you look like a deer in headlights.
"i can't believe i'm saying this, but sure. there's really nothing for me to look forward to anyway." your eyes have somewhat of a tired glint in them, ready to give up whatever is necessary. you wouldn't really have a choice anyway. it would be a brokenhearted widow vs a vampire. it's obvious to say who would win in that battle.
you take a deep breath and feel her sharp fangs glide across your neck. not biting yet, no.
"you smell so sweet. so perfect."
she presses a chaste kiss to your neck, teeth sinking into flesh, freezing fingers pressing against your collarbones.
there's a sharp, quick sting— like something identical to a rose thorn. you're not used to this new sensation. the slight pain dissolves into something much more euphoric.
your heart feels like it's going to break through your ribcage, pounding against your body. your head feels empty, the only feeling registering in your brain is pure ecstasy.
she pulls out of your neck, wiping any excess blood.
"fuck, you really are sweet." she smirks, cradling your head in her arms as you recover from the dizziness.
you move yourself up to be level with her face, breath trembling, lips so close to touching.
her eyes lock on one thing and one thing only, leaning in, pressing her lips to yours. it starts off as a gentle kiss, but soon develops into way more.
you whimper into her mouth, and she takes that as an invitation to start with the bolder moves, which you gladly agree to.
she wraps an arm around your waist, laying you down on your own dead husband's grave.
her hands snake down to rip your clothes off, rolling down your bottoms— thin panties doing nothing to hide what you've been feeling for her all this time.
your nipples go hard under your bra as she teases taking your panties off from under you.
"look at you. you're so soaked. all for me, right? your husband would've never gotten you this wet." she grins with a devilish gleam in her eye, sliding your panties straight off, exposing your pussy to the cold air.
she rubs your clit for a split second and trails her free hand up your shirt, moving her face to be level with your juicy pussy— talented tongue swirling your insides as the slightly dizzy sensation from being bit wears off.
she shoves her fingers into your musky cunt, earning a raspy moan from your lips. you cover your mouth.
"like that, yes. you sound so good like this."
her fingers curl and curl against your g spot, and she leans down to lick on your clit.
fuck, he never really did make you feel as good as this.
she suckles on your clit, moaning and groaning at the divine taste of your pussy. the hand up your shirt unclasps your bra.
she grabs the soft flesh, kneading it gently as she eats you out with much sexual devastation.
"nngh—mmphf! fuuuckkk!!" you cry out, mascara rolling down your cheeks.
your toes curl, hips bucking against the woman's fingers like an animal in heat.
"shiiitt! i can't hold it in any longer.. i have to! fuuuckkk!!" you whimper, tears obstructing your view of her beautiful face.
"it's okay, honey. you can cum. i want to see you cum on these fingers." she lets out a shaky breath, pumping your pussy once more.
you cry out, reaching full bliss. masses of leaky cum coat her fingers, dripping everywhere. she stuffs her mouth with the fingers she fucked you with, licking up every last drop.
"that was sexy as hell. are you okay though? it gets overwhelming, definitely."
you nod, tilting your head back in exhaustion.
she runs her hand over the scarring on your neck due to her insatiable hunger.
"you're perfect, sweetheart. you've been living without someone's touch for a while, huh? i could tell."
summary: Sukuna has always witnessed his relationships decline, and although you two have been going strong for the past couple of months, he has to accept that it will eventually happen to this relationship too. And what better way to prevent his sweet girl from going through the same fate than breaking up with her before anything could happen?
a/n: crossposted to ao3!! hope you guys enjoy and also this is the most i've ever written and i hope it's good and not yap :,] thank you @yversz for proofreading ily mootie :]
perm tags: @ex1acy @sal1mav @mushyfrogcakes @yversz
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who was shit out of luck for a couple weeks when his last plug got in legal trouble, leaving him to deal with his nephew fully aware of every stupid thing that toddler did. he got the contact of another supplier nearby.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who first contacted you over the phone. he was surprised you were a woman, but that's really it. he thought of it proceeding as normal business. he'd order, someone would deliver it personally. however, the thing did surprise him was when his stuff was in pink packaging — even the blunts had pink wrapping paper with bows.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who got a bit ticked off at the fact one of your deliverers was jacking up the price, so he decided to meet you in person next time.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who met you after a series of unfortunate events following him being scammed out his money (leading to your deliverer being hospitalized). in all honesty, the act of you showing up at his door with not only his weed looking like a gender reveal present, but also looking like the cutest thing in the world, threw him off.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼upplier! reader who has worked with children before turning to this choice in career.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who ended up introducing you to his nephew, yuji after a couple of times. " damn brat doesn't know what 'go upstairs and play with your toys' means. " he grumbled under his breath, glaring at the boy who seemed to have barely started kindergarten.
" he's so adorable! " your squeal made him suck his teeth and roll his eyes. you cradled yuji in a hug, he was clinging to you like a koala on a branch. " and he's strong for his age. you have the cutest nephew...! " yuji started appearing every time you arrived to sukuna's apartment; you treated him like he was your nephew.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who would show up to your apartment unannounced sometimes with yuji holding his finger, which barely fit in his hand. a good once a month, megumi, yuji's kindergarten friend would come along too (he would drag him along). " he brought a friend, " sukuna's deep voice deadpanned.
you were hesitant about letting two children barely over 5 years old into your space where substances were present. but you hid them good enough so they wouldn't accidentally find it.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼toner! sukuna who questioned your true intentions with your field of choice when he got back from running whatever errands that caused him to drop off yuji and his playdate at your home. " how'd you get this job? i'm wonderin'... " he scrunched his face in concern, " you seem better with kids. "
" being a teacher doesn't pay the bills as it should," you responded, pulling the homemade cookies from the oven. " cookies are done, boys! " your voice pulled them from megumi teaching yuji how to make shadow animals on the wall, watching them race to gobble all of the crumbs left.
" use your manners. " sukuna lifted yuji by his collar, making him squirm. " thamk you! " he spoke with a mouth full. " gross, itadori. you're getting crumbs everywhere, " megumi repulsed.
᧔ ⑅ ᧓ 𝓼upplier! reader who used the fact she was sukuna's plug and his babysitter as a way to get closer to him.
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