— minors dni, suguru x fem! reader, slight religious talk, established rs, satoru cameo, spanking, dryhumping, lots of kissing, fingering, take a shot every time I say ‘ass’
⭑ ࣪ ˖ sum’z notes.ᐟ sequel to LOWKEY, SHE’S SO SWEET
wc 2.3k
One peck. A second. Then another, and another. Geto can’t help the grin that forms under your barrage of affection, kisses peppered all over his jaw, cheeks, and nose. His hands rub over your plump waist, pull you closer into him as you giggle at the red tint starting to wash over his cheeks. You readjust, elbow sinking into his mattress, to sit up for a slightly better angle of attack, another low, mischievous laugh flowing between your teeth.
“Enjoying yourself?,” he asks, closes his eyes as you plant a kiss to his forehead.
“Someone definitely is.,” you tease and throw a leg over his hip, shuffling closer to destroy any spare inches between you two. “But yes, I suppose I do like kissing a pretty face.”
“You and me both.” And Geto presses soft lips to your own. He lingers for a second to stare into the hues of your eyes, narrowed beneath the upturn of your smile, before layering the corners of your mouth in a quick succession of kisses. A small wave of giggles bubbles up at his affections, ones that mix with quiet moans as Geto soon trails lower, down to your neck and collarbone.
“Suguru, that tickles.,” you pant into his hair, angling your neck for more. “Silly.”
He only hums in return, nibbles on an especially sensitive part of your neck and you feel him smile as you squirm next to him. Your whine of ‘Suguru!’ goes unanswered, only prompting him to grab you by the hips to straddle him. His hair splays out in a halo on satin pillows, giving Geto a heavenly look akin to a god—your god—alluring eyes never leaving your own.
“This is a pretty precarious position for you, isn’t it?,” you lower yourself to lay on his chest. Playful fingers thread through the dark locks of his hair.
“Hm? How so?” His eyes never leave yours, a game of chicken.
“Ohh, I don’t knoww.”
Suguru seems unbothered when you grind your pelvis against his; even through his sweats, you can feel the thick outline of his cock under your pussy, which is only growing wetter by the second. The splash of red on Suguru’s cheeks spreads further when you lean forward to plant another kiss on his chin, rubbing your body up and down his own. Your hands are eager to touch him, ducking underneath the hem of his sweats to rub at his v-line, teasing the edge of his boxers before you’re trailing them up and over his toned torso again. You feel your boyfriend tense as you give a cheeky jiggle of your ass, but before you can tease further, he lands a resounding smack! on your rear.
Jaw going slack, you sit up immediately, pressing yourself into his lap and mildly registering the faint hardness beneath you. “Naughty!”
“Behave.,” he says, eyeing the incoming pout on your face. Both brows shoot up as you give another small, tentative wiggle, and Geto raises a hand to hover over your behind. “You want another one?”
The fact that you don’t reply immediately, and instead turn to study the threatening hand above your ass pushes Geto to question you. “You gotta think about it, love? Don’t tell me this is turning you on.”
You finally snap around to look at him. “Wha–? It is no—!” Another smack forces a surprised moan from your lips, and Suguru rubs over the sore spot of your flesh. “You’re so mea–“ A squeeze, which prompts your yelp. “Suguru!”
He thinks this might be his hardest battle yet, fighting back the grin tugging at his lips. One hand kneads at the globe of your ass, the other moving to the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. Geto gives you another brief peck on the mouth, shortly taking in the sight of your plump lips before guiding them to his, eager tongue swiping over your bottom lip. You make a show of denying access for him and Geto gives a low grunt, a warning as he nips at you again.
This time, you part your mouth further to let him aside, allowing Geto to slip his tongue into the warm bay of your mouth, massaging it against your own. He feels so good, you feel so good, the way he can feel your stiff nipples poking at his bare chest through the fabric of your (his) shirt, your slow, leisurely ruts against the bulge in his briefs.
“Feel good, darling?” He breaks away to murmur teasingly against your lips. A low snort from him in reply to your absentminded ‘mhm’. “Yeah, I can tell, you’re soaking straight through to my dick.”
Your eyes snap open at that comment, brows raised and you pull away, but not too far. “You liar! I am not.”
“Oh?” His fingers dart below the hem of your shorts, brushing your bare pussy since apparently you’re not wearing any panties beneath. “Dirty girl. Let’s see then.”
You sit upright again to watch Geto’s hand disappear beneath your bottoms, hole involuntarily clenching as his fingers slip between your folds. Fingers run along the expanse of your pussy, coating his digits in wetness as he prods at your entrance before brushing a finger against your clit. He watches, waits, stalls and you decide to take matters into your own hands when you press down onto his idle finger.
“Needy.,” Geto chuckles. “Must be going too slow for you, doll. Couldn’t wait, hm?”
“No.,” and you brace hands atop his chest, descending until noses are brushing and you’re lost in a calm storm of purple. “Please touch me, Sugu, please. Stuff your fingers in your pussy, I want it.”
And he wants to edge you a little longer—you’re so cute with a river of tears down your cheeks and a wrenching grip on his shoulders, like you want to tear straight through him if he keeps toying with you any further. But Suguru’s dick also strains against his pants at your dirty words. You know just what to do and say to get him riled up, fluttering your lashes at him so sweetly, grazing your lips on his in such a tantalizing way as you’re begging him to fuck your pussy up—you might as well be the apple in the Garden.
You pull away just as Geto leans in for a kiss, but your little fun is short-lived as he gives a pinch to your clit, forcing a sharp whine out of you. His fingers are languid on the swollen nub, circling it and drawing sloppy, obscene noises from your soaking pussy. He engulfs your lips in a heated kiss, swallowing your moans and hand keeping pace with the grind of your hips. ‘Suguru…feels s’good’ you mewl into his mouth, pressing closer to him and nails leaving angry marks on his broad shoulders.
Geto relaxes into your hand, one you’ve moved to cup his cheek, and loves the gentle caress of your thumb on his skin. He places a kiss on your wrist, any skin his adoration may reach. His palm knocks against your aching bud, fishing out whines from the depths of your throat. Suguru chases your lips whenever you break away to whimper his name— it’s like a prayer in the clouds, an exposure of your desire.
The kiss is magnetizing, but you barely find it in you to catch your breath, blinks slow and heart pounding beneath your heaving chest. Geto’s tongue darts over his lips, fingers still circling your clit to draw pretty little sounds from you that make his head spin. ‘Oh…f–fuck..!’ Your head tilts back, still fucking into the palm of his hand. Frustration and arousal boil in the pit of your stomach, because you want more. Your boyfriend’s an expert with his fingers, but you wish he’d put them inside you already, get rid of this empty feeling in your cunt. Geto can clearly tell what you want by the adorable frown on your lips, but he’s given you enough mercy for today, and he wants to hear you say it.
“Suguru, ah!” He runs a hand up to tweak your nipple, prompting a loud moan from you. “D-don’t, G–od! Again, again!”
“Not so loud, love.,” he chuckles, but makes no move to stifle the lustful sounds, nor stop his assault on your pussy. “You want to wake them up?”
Them being his roommates, but honestly, you really can’t find it in you to care, not with the way he’s still massaging your clit. His fingers grow restless, gripping at your tit before running to sink into the fatty flesh of your ass again. The sentence goes straight through one ear and out the other, barely registering a single word besides ‘want’ and you can’t wait any longer, you beg for him.
“Please put your fingers inside me, Sugu, fuck, fuck—!” Your eyes roll back, lids clenching shut.
The heavy hand on your behind controls the rut of your hips. His dick aches beneath his sweats, the only relief being the grinding pressure of your ass against his drooling length that stains his pants. Geto slides a finger lower, replacing his index with his thumb, teasing over your slick entrance, coaxing a finger inside. Your movements slow, and your mouth falls open. A choked whine escapes you, and your walls squeeze around Geto’s intruding finger, inviting him inside with intent to keep him there. ‘Oh, Suguru!’, you moan out. He gives your ass another smack, squeezing your cheeks. Head growing foggy at the desperate thought of your walls milking his cock.
Geto doesn’t give you time to adjust, stuffing another finger in, and another until you’re stretched out on three, large digits, forcing their way amidst your wet, cushiony walls to rub at that spongy spot — the one that makes stars burst behind your eyes and flashes of white cross your vision. His bruising grip on your ass doesn’t let up unless it’s to layer another smack on the sore skin. The mixture of pain and pleasure has you clutching, spasming around him, whining Suguru’s name as your legs grow tired. You lean back to rub at his hardened dick, and he hisses as you jerk him off through his pants.
“Ah, fuck, good girl, just—, shit, just like that.,” he praises you as his own release approaches.
You squeeze his tip and, with loud gasps, you’re both cumming together. Cum gushes out around Suguru’s fingers, into his palm, his own seed tainting the fabric of his boxers and seeping straight through to his sweats. With stuttered breaths, you collapse on top of him, and Geto gives your ass one last squeeze before wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you tight. He drags his fingers out of you, panting as he eyes your orgasm dripping between his fingers, and he raises the hand in the air. Your eyes jolt open at the pain of a hard slap to your ass, sending ripples through the flesh, but you’re so tired all you can do is half-heartedly pound a fist on his chest.
“Asshole.” The insult comes out a breathy huff. “You play so much.”
He gives you a smile, one that could never allow you to be truly annoyed with him. “See, if I was really an asshole, I wouldn’t be about to get up and start a shower for us.”
“You’re still an asshole for leaving me here to be cold.,” you fire back.
“Even if it’s just a few minutes?”
“Minutes, years, it all feels the same when I’m suffering from lack of your presence.”
You let Suguru slip out of your grasp, with much hesitation, and he quietly goes out the door. “I’ll be back, ya sappy lil’ drama queen. Try not to suffer too much without me, yeah?”
He grins at the sassy poke out of your tongue, treading quietly down the hallway towards the nearest bathroom. It’s dark, save for a small glow of light beneath the door of the room nearest his, Satoru’s bedroom. As he passes, he spots his best friend on the bed, transfixed on a movie displayed on his laptop. He leaves him be, continuing down a few more feet until he’s in the bathroom, and adjusts the water before making his way back to you.
“You still alive in here?,” Geto whispers to the lump beneath his sheets.
“Barely.” Your voice is muffled, hand flailing out until you find Suguru’s warm one and interlace your fingers. “Carry me, please?”
“Of course, darling.”
Morning arrives and, surprisingly, Gojo is first to step foot outside his room. He’s usually second to wake up, third if Shoko hasn’t spent the night drinking. It’s a little lonely, being by himself with only the noise of milk and cereal being poured into a porcelain bowl. That is, until someone else arrives.
“Suguru!,” he rasps a greeting to the other man, who’s shirtless and sporting scratch marks all over his arms and back. “How’d ya sleep?”
“Like a rock.” Or maybe a pebble, Geto had a tendency to awake once or twice in the night. But after the…activities you and him had gotten up to last night, he slept a little better in your arms.
“Must have been nice.” Gojo muffles out a sentence through bites of cereal. “I barely got any sleep, you and your company were making so much noise.” Suguru narrows his eyes, leaning against the table as Gojo continues. “Where is she anyway, don’t tell me your one night stand left before you even woke up?”
Before Suguru can respond, an insult on the tip of his tongue, there’s a small shuffling that catches his ear. As it grows louder, Gojo notices as well, and both men’s eyes widen when you come stumbling into view, using a fist to rub sleep from your eyes.
Suguru’s shirt still hangs loose on your frame. “Are you an asshole in your dreams, too? Just 24/7, Gojo?”
He watches, mouth agape, as you scoot over to Suguru, teetering against his shoulder and letting out a big yawn. Geto stabilizes you with an arm around your waist, embracing you in a side hug and resting a chin on the crown of your head. Suguru looks back to Gojo, whose spoonful of cereal hovers over the bowl.
𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 . . . you’re ready to wring Toji’s neck, but he’s exactly where he wants to be.
⌗ pairing. toji fushiguro x fem!reader.
⌗ content warnings. dom!toji x sub-ish!reader ; est. relationship ; couch sex ; dry humping ; taunting ; size difference & kink ; unprotected p in v (cowgirl) ; dirty talk ; creampie ; toji’s a bum ; smut with plot ; mdni !!
⌗ word count. 2.1k
Toji Fushiguro has never understood men who wanted quiet, obedient women.
he doesn't want someone who hangs onto his every word, laughs at all the right moments, or lets him get away with murder simply because he's handsome enough to make poor decisions seem charming. give him a woman with a backbone, who looks at a man built like a brick wall dead in the eye just to tell him he's being a fucking idiot, and suddenly life gets a whole lot more entertaining.
you, much to his delight, never let him get away with anything. you don't hesitate to wag a finger in his face when you're the one working long hours at a demanding job that pays the bulk of the bills and keeps food on the table. Toji, by contrast, lives life on his own terms: gym sessions to maintain the body he's earned, the occasional odd job he never fully explains, and a whole lot of lounging around. but domestic chores? unless it's a dripping faucet, a clogged drain, or loose hinges—because the idea of another man coming into his home with a toolbox is enough to aggravate him—he either leaves most of it to you or ignores it until you inevitably snap.
god, you do it beautifully.
which is exactly why the apartment door slams shut hard enough to rattle the picture frames, the familiar sound carrying through the cluttered space like the opening bell of the boxing match currently playing on the television. Toji doesn't even bother looking up when he already knows what's coming, the corner of his scarred mouth curling into a satisfied smirk.
you're going to be fucking adorable.
the mess greets you immediately: takeout containers strewn across the coffee table, dirty dishes stacked precariously in the sink under the pretense of "soaking," his training gear dumped in a heap like he couldn’t be bothered to take two extra steps to the laundry basket. the faint sheen of sweat on his scarred chest and abs suggests he at least worked out earlier, but cleaning? not a single thought. it’s clear he didn't even try—no half-assed attempt, no proactive spark to surprise you after the brutal week you’ve had. just him lounging on his couch-shaped throne, one arm draped lazily over its back as he manspreads wide in those dangerously low gray sweatpants, looking utterly unconcerned with the pigsty around him. if he were sitting here with a beer in hand, it would've been almost offensively stereotypical, and even you would roll your eyes at how on-the-nose it is. thankfully for both of you, Toji has no interest in alcohol.
you drop your bag by the door with a heavy thud, wondering—not for the first time—just what the hell you’re doing with him. you could have someone motivated. someone who contributes enough to make an actual difference. someone who picks up after himself and surprises you by having dinner ready when you get home.
unfortunately for you, that hypothetical man doesn't have Toji Fushiguro's face.
is the dick really that good?
the traitorous thought flickers through your mind as you step out of your heels, letting them clatter where they may. the cool floor feels soothing against your sore feet after eight hours of complete bullshit at work, but not enough to quell the fresh wave of frustration. “really, Toji?” your voice is sharp but steady, and you peel your jacket off next, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair. “i specifically asked you to clean up while i was gone. one thing. was that too much for you?” you pace a few steps, fingers working the top button of your pristine blouse, then the second, desperate for a little air after a day spent trapped in stiff office clothes. "you couldn’t even throw the damn containers away? or do the dishes? you sat here all day doing jack shit like you’re counting on me to play maid on top of everything.”
Toji doesn’t move at first. he just takes in on the chin and watches you with those deep blue eyes, his smirk slowly stretching wider. the more you rant, the more amused—and aroused—he looks. this is it: that fire, that spine, his guilty pleasure made flesh. he doesn't actually expect you to mother him, of course; it's just that the dishes will still be there in an hour, the containers aren't hurting anybody, and dirty laundry is hardly a national emergency. you, unsurprisingly, disagree. constantly and vehemently, at that. which brings him to the conclusion that maybe he simply likes when you get on his case. it's such an ordinary kind of thrill, watching the woman who shares his bed march across the apartment with righteous fury, hands flying through the air as she explains exactly why he's acting like a… cómo se dice… bum.
how can someone be so dependable in one breath and so hopelessly absent-minded in the next? how does the same man who instinctively reaches for your hand in a crowded street somehow walk past an overflowing trash bag? if you didn't believe he could do better, you wouldn't still be asking him to.
you stop right in front of the couch, arms crossed under your chest and unintentionally pushing your tits closer as you stare down at the mountain of a man you somehow put up with. “do you understand, Toji? or do i need to spell it out even slower until it sinks through that thick head of yours?”
Toji Fushiguro is fully aware he can end his conversation with a single look if he really wants to. “yes, ma’am,” he murmurs instead, the words dripping with smug amusement because you wholeheartedly believe you can keep a man like him in check—but the way his cock thickens and twitches in his boxers says he’s more than happy to let you try.
in one smooth motion, those massive hands grab your hips and pull you forward. you land straddling his lap, skirt bunching up around your thighs, core pressed so sweetly against the growing bulge. his body heat radiates through you, that masculine musk clouding your mind easily. “keep going, sweetheart," he adds, already guiding your hips to start a slow grind against him. “don’t stop on my account. tell me what a lazy fuck i am while you rub that pretty pussy on me. i wanna hear it all.”
your breath catches abruptly, but you don’t pull away. the friction of his thick length against your neglected cunt sends sparks through you even as frustration lingers, and you roll your hips experimentally despite your stubborn frown. “you’re fucking impossible,” you hiss, bracing your hands on his broad chest. “i work my ass off all day, come home to this fucking mess, and you just… sit there.”
Toji groans lowly in his throat, the sound vibrating under your palms. his eyes are half-lidded with pleasure, but he keeps guiding your movements in those deliberate circles that press the ridge of his clothed cock right against your twitching clit. “that’s it… fuck, just like that. louder, baby. tell me how you could do better, how my dick's the only reason you put up with this shit.” his thumbs stroke your hips possessively, encouraging every grind, every complaint.
you’re getting wetter by the second, soaking through your flimsy panties as you rock against him, tension from the day starting to melt into something needier. you keep talking, voice breathier, shakier, but you refuse to stop. “you could’ve at… at least thrown out the trash. made an effort for me—hmph—”
“mhm, yeah? show me how disappointed you are,” he rasps, one calloused hand sliding up to squeeze your breast through your blouse. “gets me so fucking hard when you boss me around. grind harder, c’mon. get yourself nice and wet for me.”
you do everything else around here anyway.
your hips start moving with real purpose now, chasing the building pleasure while venting the last of your frustrations. only when you’re panting and clearly dripping does Toji finally move. he tugs your soaked panties to the side, then shoves the waistband of his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. it slaps heavy against his abs with an audible smack—obscenely thick, veined, already drooling salty precum down the flushed tip.
“easy now,” he murmurs, not as mocking anymore as he notches the fat, blunt head against your sopping entrance. “you’re still tense as hell from that shitty day. relax f’me.”
or don’t. he likes feeling you struggle to take it.
despite how many times he's stretched you open, the initial push is always intense. he’s stupidly big, that’s a well-known fact, and he's right about your body still being wound tight from stress and anger. your walls flutter and resist at first, clenching hard while you're still trying to adjust to the tip only. you hiss as he pushes in slowly, inch by careful inch, but you’d be lying if you said the burn isn’t deliciously overwhelming.
“still so tight, huh?” he groans, head falling back against the couch for a brief moment, hands gripping your ass hard enough to bruise but letting you control the descent. “breathe, baby. let me in, nice and easy.”
Toji isn’t usually gentle when it comes to sex, but even he knows better than to slam balls-deep when you’re this close to biting his head off already… even if you do sound pretty fucking cute when you yelp in surprise.
you sink down gradually, whimpering as he fills you completely. he stays still once he’s buried to the hilt, hands stroking your thighs soothingly once more, even as his greedy cock twitches inside your warm heat like it’s confused by the lack of action. “there we go… good fucking girl. feel that? this lazy cock stretching you open just how you like?”
the smug satisfaction in his tone lights a fire in you. you start riding him like you own him down to the very bones, equal parts determined and frustrated. your hands press harder into his chest for better leverage as you bounce on his cock, wet sounds filling the room each time you slap down against his heavy balls. Toji leans back, spreading his thick thighs even wider to give you more space, that smirk never leaving his face as he watches you fuck yourself on him.
“shit—listen to her. she’s gripping me like she’s pissed off too. you gonna keep running that pretty mouth while you use my cock? take it all out on me?" he lets you set the brutal pace for a little while, but when your legs begin to tremble, hips stuttering as fatigue and overwhelming pleasure tangle together, he notices instantly. with a low chuckle, he takes over seamlessly, snapping his powerful hips up from below, driving into you with deep, precise strokes that make you cry out. “don’t stop now. you were doing so good owning me,” he groans, one hand moving down to rub fast, tight circles over your swollen clit. “tell me how you want it. deeper? harder? say the word and i’ll fuck you stupid.”
“h-harder!” you gasp, nails raking down his back as you cling to his neck for dear life. “just… shut up and—aah—fuck me harder, Toji!”
“yes, ma’am.” his grin turns downright wicked as he obeys instantly. his thrusts turn punishing, hips snapping up with raw strength and bullying the sweetest spot deep inside you over and over, exactly the way you demanded. it’s the combination of that relentless pace and perfect angle that finally push you right over the edge. your orgasm crashes into you hard, ripping a broken, shameless cry from your throat as your cunt clamps down around him like a vise, pulsing and fluttering wildly while you soak his lap with your release.
what's another mess in the grand scheme of things?
Toji lets out a deep, guttural groan at the feeling of your pussy milking him so desperately. he doesn't ask for permission before he simply snaps his hips up one final time, burying himself as deep as possible and holding you there as he comes; thick, hot ropes of cum flood you, painting your walls white until you're leaking around him, overstuffed.
you slump against his sweat-slicked chest, both of you panting hard, hearts hammering against each other. his arms wrap around you possessively, one large hand slowly stroking up and down your back as he presses lazy, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder. “clean up’s gonna have to wait a bit longer,” he mumbles against your skin, voice rough but utterly satisfied. “unless you got more orders for me, boss. i’m feelin’ real motivated now.”
the dick is, in fact, that good.
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Toji’s big debut on this blog :3 lowkey unsure what to do for the fic layout but oh well!
— divider by @/cafekitsune !!
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pairing: billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, roman bridger, charlie walker, jill roberts, ethan landry, quinn bailey x fem!reader
summary: only nsfw and nsfw headcanons! it's just my thoughts about ghostfaces and who is who
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ BILLY LOOMIS
dom
billy was very gentle with you at first, always asking about your comfort and safety. never hurt you, but you didn't know that he was actually just preparing you for his own cruel games.
when you had another session, you expected tenderness and kindness.. but, it was not there. your boyfriend was so rude and cruel to you. but, you liked it in the end.
billy doesn't like to use toys, he's against them.
your boyfriend always gives you so much pleasure. when he kisses your neck and bites it lightly, you feel like you're in heaven. you feel so good just feeling him next to you..
you can hardly hear anything from this guy, only rare sighs. try paying attention to his neck or giving him a good and long blowjob, you can hear very quiet moans from him that he holds back.
you don't have sex that often, mostly only at night when billy comes to you after the murders that you, of course, don't know about. billy needs to calm his ardor and then rest in the arms of his beloved girlfriend.
his favorite positions are missionary, doggy style and he will never admit it but he also likes cowgirl. it was only once and after that you never dominated
- «just look at yourself, how you always take my dick so well. you're just a real slut, my love» - said billy with a dark smile and he also pulled your hair.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ STU MACHER
dom
he just wants to please you and protect you because you are his first love he wants you to feel comfortable with him.
with stu you can talk about any topic during classes, he will still joke a lot and, as always, be a playful guy.
stu always asks you and always keeps you informed of his various ideas about your sex life. his ideas are quite.. unique.
he will naturally allow you to dominate him, he will even ask you about it. he also needs rest and besides, he has a great view of your whole body. this shameless guy will naturally touch you and your curves, especially your thighs. in general, he also loves your domination over him!
he is ready to have sex at any time, you can literally do it twice a day or almost absolutely ALL night.
stu, like billy, does not like toys, he likes to use only his strengths and, in rare cases, a knife.
his favorite positions are missionary and cowgirl. the second one is simply his favorite, the very favorite. very very very
«hey baby let's change» - said stu in a quiet and gentle voice, and began to kiss your entire face and pay attention to your lips
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MICKEY ALTIERI
dom
mickey is just a huge experimenter, a sadist and a pervert
the first time you were all quite gentle, he took care of you properly and paid attention to you. it was the first and last time, he became literally very cruel and sadistic. constantly chooses those positions that are uncomfortable for you and also very perverted like this guy
doggy style lover, he just loves this position. he will beat, knead, bite and kiss your poor ass.
ready to have sex at any time, he has very good stamina and just a huge sexual desire. you often did this in the toilet of the college
mickey has definitely had many girls, but they were all just regular sluts. you are his favorite, and with you he finally found real pleasure and happiness
he is also ready to use a knife, but this time he will definitely ask you about it. If you agree, he can leave very small cuts.
mickey also uses toys on you, but very rarely. he will constantly tease you and call you a slut. he loves vibrators, and always uses the biggest ones.
«what a good girl, you take absolutely everything that I give you..» - mickey muttered, sliding his fingers deeper into your pussy.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ROMAN BRIDGER
switch (mostly dom)
roman, to be honest, is not such a fan of sex, you have sex with him quite rarely. because of roman's work and also his dark work as a ghostface, which you don't know about, so the director simply doesn't have time for it, unfortunately
basically it's quite gentle and fast, you have a lot of fast rounds and basically always in the same position.
you both can do this in the on the set's bathroom, but it's pretty rare.
I honestly don't know what to write about this wonderful man
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CHARLIE WALKER
sub
God, this guy will beg to be controlled and dominated. he just needs it, he will be your obedient kitten.
you constantly dominate him and do whatever you want with him. and he, like an obedient boy, accepts everything and simply enjoys you. do you want to tie him up? yes. do you want to mock him? of course, he will not resist your will.
charlie just loves cowgirl, he will stare at you and get more and more excited. he especially loves it when you leave marks on him, marking him as yours. he is just in heaven, being next to his favorite girl
he is ready to make a sex video with you, naturally only with your consent. charlie will not show the video to anyone, because it is especially for him
it was you who took his virginity, he was so inept and worried all the time. all his knowledge from porn was forgotten, because a wave of embarrassment overwhelmed him like your breasts
charlie just loves it when you pull his hair or give him a head massage while he eats your pussy
you can fuck him whenever you want, everything is at your discretion and he has no right to vote, he will be for any idea
«oh please..! is too much..» - charlie is already losing his mind from your mouth, he has lost count of how many times he has cum
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ JILL ROBERTS
dom
this girl was also a virgin, she didn't have sex with charlie or even more so with trevor. she didn't give it to any of them, but she gave it to you. but after the first time she almost immediately became more skilled and professional
she practically humiliates and breaks you, she deliberately fucks you in uncomfortable positions and you have no right to arise
jill will control you all the time and not let you cum. If you cum before the appointed time, she will torture your poor pussy and ass with vibrators. she is a fan of toys.
you have sex VERY rarely, because jill roberts's entire sex life is a huge secret. she is an innocent and kind girl who wouldn't hurt a fly, and no one should know what you both do. she is very afraid that you both might get caught, so you have sex very rarely.
she will never have sex during these days, sex is completely prohibited during these days.
jill can tie you up and rape your pussy with her graceful little fingers and bring you to multiple orgasms, she can add her mouth or any toys
oh she loves to touch you and your body by accident when you are in public, she will accidentally touch your chest for a second, or she will deliberately squeeze your ass and pretend like she did nothing
this queen loves doggy style, just like mickey. she finds this position kinky, and it satisfies her.
«take it all like dirty slut you are, you want this? you're getting it» - jill says roughly and with a smirk, pushing the vibrator deeper into your pussy.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ETHAN LANDRY
switch (mostly sub)
first things first, this man is 100% a complete and total sub
moans, groans, whines, pleas and begs; he does it all, and does it very well
ethan is literally made to eat pussy, in every session he will definitely eat your pussy. sit on his face, he will be just happy. he always listens to you and your instructions. add a finger, slow down, speed up, whatever. he always listens to you
If you want to be fucked like a whore, he will do it, if you want to humiliate him, he will do it too. whatever you ask, he will agree to it.
ethan loves the cowgirl, it's his favorite position. he'll accept everything like an obedient kitten, and only with your consent will he touch you. he loves it when your breasts bounce.
by the way about breasts, he loves your breasts. he is so gentle. almost every day he touches your breasts and feels them. often after your sex, your nipple is in his mouth
he can literally cum if you praise him, and his favorite thing is to call him: "good boy"
like any guy, ethan needs a good blowjob. he loves it when you take his cock in your mouth and jerk him off with your hand at the same time, he is just in heaven from it. ethan closes his eyes and these beautiful moans are heard from his beautiful mouth
you both don't have sex that often, you have quite a few quick rounds. he needs sex after kills.
«oh my good boy makes me feel so good..» - you moan sweetly and smile while he eats your pussy and you sit on his face
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ QUINN BAILEY
dom
of course quinn dominates. this beautiful woman has a huge sex drive, she is literally insatiable and wants sex all the time. she naturally had many sexual partners, as we know from the movie
you both have sex literally every day. It lasts for about 3-4 rounds, 15-20 minutes each.
quinn is more gentle with you than jill and she often praises you and reassures you. but, she can also be more rude.. she is such a big teaser!
this woman is number one in care after your sessions, she will calm you down and ask how you are. afterwards she can hug you for a few minutes, and then you take a shower with her where she carefully takes care of you.
she loves to seduce you with her short outfits and lift up her dress to tease you.
God she will rub your poor pussy and lick it all the time quinn often overstimulates you and you cum too much because of her
she, like jill, has toys that are safely hidden in her room. she always sticks the vibrator in so deep that it even hurts, but at these moments... caring quinn disappears and she becomes a real sadist.
queen of sex positive!
I think she had sex with a girl before.. but she probably didn't like it and promised herself she wouldn't do it with girls anymore. but you changed everything.
«come on baby, I know you can take more. It's only your third orgasm, slut.» - redhead has been rubbing your pussy for several minutes without stopping. you know that soon she will add fingers..
and by the way, don't ask me about a couple of freaks. I don't write anything with them.
Ex-boyfriend Sukuna (Heian era) - is in big trouble with you -his new lovely concubine.
ex-bf!sukuna (heian era) — who doesn’t even know you broke up with him, because you are his concubine and he would never believe for one second that you even have that option.
ex-bf!sukuna (heian era) — who laughs in your face when you tell him you’re distancing because you heard he’s sleeping with another concubine. -“I’m the king. I do what I want.”
ex-bf!sukuna (heian era) — who tries to talk to you and tells you to stop being such a brat: “You’re mine. Act like that, woman.” But you strictly refuse to come to his chamber again.
ex-bf!sukuna (heian era) — who would love to kill you for your bratty attitude, but for some inexplicable reason he just can’t, and that drives him crazy.
ex-bf!sukuna (heian era) — one late night he can hardly believe it himself, but he misses you, and when you refuse again to come to his chamber, something in him snaps.
ex-bf!sukuna (heian era) — suddenly finds himself dismissing every woman he slept with in his palace except you, because you’re so fucking stubborn.
“Stop looking at me, woman. I didn’t do this for you. They were bad concubines anyway.”
ex-bf!sukuna (heian era) — who is sure you must be the strongest sorcerer of his era he’s ever met, and somehow you cursed him, because now you’re lying in his king-size bed with that fucking self-satisfied smile on your face — not as his concubine. No. As his new, beautiful wife.
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꣑ৎ reader swallows an aphrodisiac ( heian era!sukuna)
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contains: piv, nipple play, some tongue action, unprotected sex and use of obscene language, not proofread
you didn't know how it happened, didn't know when it happened, but after eating one too many of those chocolates sukuna brought back from his last trip, you felt warm. your cheeks burning, heart pounding and vision slightly hazy and all you could think about was sukuna fucking you to oblivion.
sukuna was minding his own business in the quiet garden, lost in a chain of thoughts that was broken by you wrapping your arms around his neck. you pecked his cheek and moved into his arms, clinging onto his kimono. he paid no mind to you until you tugged his kimono again and exposing his chest to you
"what is it that you want, woman?", he asked coldly and you sighed. his deep voice going straight to your core making you wetter.
you bit your lip and whispered, "you…i want you to fuck me".
sukuna looked into your hooded eyes and scoffed, ignoring you. you were so blunt with him and he wasn't going to do anything. you pursed your lips and tugged harder. "please...i need you...i can't stand it anymore". you begged, getting on your knees and opening your robes, letting it slide down your shoulders exposing you to him. he sighs again, eyes boring over your figure
he could now sense your sweet scent so strongly. "are you sure this is what you want? will you be able to take me? all of me?" he asked with a wicked smirk on his face as he loosened his robes, his two cocks standing erect making your eyes water.
you nod and he beckoned you towards him making you hover over his cock, your essence dripping onto his fat cock. he stroked his lower cock beneath you, the sound obscene as you lower your gaping hole to his angry, red tip.
as soon as it's in, you let out a gasp. with all of your senses heightened, you can feel every inch of his fat dick penetrating through you. you're already a mess, pussy clenching, eyes shut tight from the pleasure building in your core. sukuna chuckles as he watches your smaller frame practically writing in his grasp. you slowly start to move up and down on it, getting used to his size and does it feel heavenly. "ah-feels so good kuna...so, so good"
the garden is quiet except for the moans you let out, gasping his name as he watches you unravel just from his cock. sukuna cups your breast, watching his mouth onto your nipple and sucking, earning a loud moan from you. he's stroking his other cock in his hand and whispers in your ear.
"you promised to take all of me. so do it", you whisper as he pulls his cock out and aligns them both to your throbbing core. he lowes you slowly onto them and the feeling of his cock heads just tearing through your hole causes your body to tremble, your head to roll back in pure ecstacy as he eases you all the way to the base.
you take a few moments to adjust as his stomach tongue lick as your abdomen igniting your core even more. you move up and down on his two cocks, feeling the veins pulse against your gummy walls, touching your cervix with every thrust.
sukuna's lower set of arms are settled on your waist while the upper set are playing with your nipples. you bite and suck his shoulders and neck leaving marks as you feel tears brimming in your eyes. his jaw is clenched as you ride him so good and you can feel your impending orgasm as you pick up the speed.
your walls are clenching on him tighter and he lets out growls and starts fucking up into you. "you gonna cum...you gonna cum all over my cock, huh...?". you nod severely as the knot grows. the sounds of skin slapping skin and wet slouching coming from where the both of you are connected fill your ears and cloud your brain until finally the knot breaks and cum all over his cocks, squirting harder than you ever have before screaming his name before falling limp into his arms.
sukuna cups shortly after you, painting your tight walls with his hot seed before finally pulling out of you. you rest your head onto his chest, coming down from your high and he kisses the top of your head.
maybe he should bring such chocolates more often...
SYNOPSIS: Hisoka’s ‘generosity’ allows Chrollo to fuck you in front of him after he’s seen the way the latter has looked at you. Though, the redhead cannot help but join in on the fun despite being the cuck—he has his ways, he always does.
NOTES: this is a repost from my old account! it’s my birthday today so i’m sharing my most loved hxh smut with you guys (again) !! :3 this was purely self indulgent and i loved writing it sm <3
Fantasizing—a children’s pastime, a mere way to escape from one’s gruelling reality but Chrollo Lucilfer would be lying to himself if he deemed he wasn’t immune to it. Oh, he certainly wasn’t without a doubt; the root of all his wildest dreams, and twisted carnal desires was none other than the woman beneath him, all in her serene nakedness—you.
So breathtakingly exquisite—the epitome of beauty. From the lust-clouded gaze that complimented the colour of your eyes all the way to the dulcet tone of your breaths, this was sinful heaven for Chrollo. Sinful not because of the sharp pleasure kissing down his spine but simply because you weren’t his, and he wasn’t yours. Not lovers, not friends, mere acquaintances, and your heart was reserved for none other than a member of the Troupe he led.
But that never stopped Chrollo from fantasizing about you, about this. Ever the observant fighter, it didn’t take long for Hisoka to catch the former’s lingering stares on you—albeit, as blank as a sheet of paper—whenever he paraded you around. One of the biggest telling signs was that Chrollo had never uttered a word regarding your presence whenever you sat there during their meetings despite the other members’ dismay.
Of course, once something piqued Hisoka’s curiosity, he wouldn’t let go until a solid answer was handed to him on a silver platter. It was a short exchange between the two males, a few sharp retorts from Hisoka’s end but nonetheless, it led to this lewd scene. Per the magician’s words, he gave Chrollo permission to do whatever he pleased to you—to fuck, to make love, to get lost in eye-rolling pleasure within your very walls but only if he got to watch everything unfold.
From the intimate act of undressing, and peeling of clothes all the way to a passionate climax that was sure to vex his very bones, Hisoka was to watch it all.
Faint squeaks of the bed frame paired with yours, and Chrollo’s heated gasps filled every corner of the room; his thrusts were deep, and rapid, body intimately flushed against your own which absolutely left no room for coherent words to come out—with the way his cockhead repeatedly prodded your sweet spot, strings of broken whimpers, and low moans were the best you could muster.
Sex wasn’t something you were foreign with but the ungodly rhythm of Chrollo’s hips was enough to make you feel like a virgin again begging for more, more, more, nothing but pleasure engrained inside your mind, clawing, and running after that blissful sensation.
Chrollo was different from Hisoka, he handled you with the utmost gentleness but that didn’t take away the fact that he pounded you oh-so-passionately into the ivory mattress beneath. On the other hand, Hisoka was rough, and animalistic—purely driven by his wild carnal desires.
Chrollo’s sweat-lined forehead rested against yours, face mere centimetres from your own as your breaths intertwined in a vulgar dance. The hearts of his palms captured your trembling hands in a firm hold, pinning them on either side of your head, and used as leverage to drive his cock deeper into your sopping cunt—as deep as his desires went for you.
He closed his eyes at the feel of your walls clenching around him, jaw tightening as electric pleasure shot up his spine, “F-fuck . .” God, you felt divine, Chrollo truly wanted to keep you to himself. He could treat you so much better than Hisoka—have you reach new heights of pleasure you’ve never experienced before.
Alas, that was out of the picture, Chrollo would have to settle for the mere intimacy of fucking you beneath these ivory covers, the same ones you, and Hisoka retire under after a long, tiring day. The duvet draped loosely across Chrollo’s back, mirroring a broken angel’s wings, and with the eager thrusts of his hips, it slowly slipped downwards. It was hot, and stuffy beneath the weight of the blanket but he’d do anything to keep the lewd intimacy from a pair of prying eyes.
That’s right, Hisoka sat on a chair not too far off the foot of the bed, an unamused expression plastered on his face but the growing tent between his spreaded legs hinted far from unamused.
Sure, the pornographic sounds bouncing off the walls had his cock hardening but Hisoka was deprived. He clicked his tongue, the sharp sound was enough to reel Chrollo out of his pleasured state followed by a stutter in his thrusts. “I’m glad you’re having fun, Chrollo but I said to give me a show, didn’t I?” What was Hisoka supposed to do with your bodies tucked beneath the covers?
His view was nothing but the top half of Chrollo’s naked back, and the covers moving along with the latter’s thrusts, other than that, it left everything to Hisoka’s imagination. Of course, he wasn’t going to let it be, not after he generously let Chrollo fuck you like this.
With a swift flick of his index finger, the rubbery bright pink aura extended from the tip of his digit all the way to the ivory covers atop Chrollo’s naked back, attaching itself onto the fabric. A smirk crept its way up to Hisoka’s face as he pulled the covers down, exposing the way your naked bodies intimately tangled with one another.
A rather surprised gasp left your lips as the cool air hugged your fervent body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Naturally, this had also caught Chrollo off guard but didn’t let on, instead, the raven haired male responded by drilling his hips at a much faster pace, pulling a string of broken moans from your throat which only fuelled the excitement embedded in Hisoka’s chest.
Light amber eyes fixated where you and Chrollo met, Hisoka intently watched as the former’s cock disappeared, and reappeared between your coated slit—not to mention the light sheen of your essence around Chrollo’s cock, causing it to glimmer beneath the afternoon rays that seeped through the windows. Now, this was what Hisoka wanted to see—you, and Chrollo all in your filthy glory.
The feeling of blood rapidly rushing down to his cock, and the familiar tingle between his legs made Hisoka’s citrine gaze roll back, not to mention the growing delight on his face—it was anything but an innocent look. Lewd, wet sounds that were once muffled beneath the ivory duvet now reached Hisoka’s ears like an unholy melody; the constant skin slapping, the mixture of high, and low moans—the impurity of it all, your lover revelled in it.
Sounds of the redhead’s shameless pornographic moans intertwined with your own, and Chrollo’s as he teased himself through the fabric of his pants. Excitement shocked every part of his body like electricity, rendering him sensitive to anything, and everything—it was the same sensation as the extreme bloodlust he felt whenever he thirsted for battle.
Chrollo quietly clicked his tongue, not bothering to glance back at Hisoka in annoyance. He needed to focus on you. And he did. Without compromising the pace of his hips, Chrollo hooked his fingers beneath the back of your right knee, and deftly slung your whole leg atop his shoulder. The deeper angle of his cock had your back arching, your hands scrambled for his taut biceps to claw, and dig into as he pushed you further, and further into the borders of insanity.
“C-Chrollo! Fuck—right there! Just like that—haah!”
He let out a low groan as your nails marked him up, leaving streaks of bright red on his skin. By the looks of it, he wasn’t going to last much longer with the way your cunt gripped him like a vice. Nonetheless, Chrollo’s pace didn’t let up despite the resistance of your walls, albeit, it had his legs quivering, and breath hitching—god, Hisoka was so fucking lucky to have this, to have you.
Chrollo closed his eyes, and parted his lips to make way for soft pants, he focused his entire body in chasing yours, and his pleasure, basking in the ultimate bliss his body was currently experiencing.
Yes. Yes. Ye—
“She likes—haah! She likes taking it from behind—ngh!” The raven haired male shot his eyes open at the sound of Hisoka’s wanton voice, the concentration he once held faltering just a bit from the sudden noise.
Despite Chrollo’s better judgement, he hauled you into the position like a mere ragdoll, deftly handling your limp body with equal amounts of roughness, and gentleness. Though, your arms violently shook, and gave out as soon as Chrollo re-entered your cunt. With your torso flush against the ivory sheets, your lower half remained in position—easier for him to drive his cock deeper; you swore you could feel him in your throat.
The redhead let out a low chuckle, eager hands messily pulling his pants down to free his hard cock; Hisoka sighed at the lack of restraint, and threw his head back, exposing the length of his neck.
With the new position, Chrollo returned to the pace he had set earlier, heavy balls slapping against your clit from each hard thrust. Skin against skin burned like a searing blaze but god did it feel amazing, not to mention how it stimulated your sensitive bud in all the right ways.
Chrollo curled over himself to place wet open-mouthed kisses down the length of your spine, moaning low saccharine praises in between. He pushed, and pushed into your sopping cunt until the coil deep in your stomach violently snapped. With a loud moan of his name muffled against the damp sheets, your back arched as you came around Chrollo—muscles taut, and knuckles a shade of ivory while pleasure gnawed at your skin.
Hisoka unabashedly fisted at his cock, one hand focused on pleasuring himself while the other sunk into the plush of the armchair. He matched the pace of his hand to Chrollo’s hips, imagining that it was your cunt instead of his palm, albeit, your velvety walls absolutely compared to nothing. Oh well, he’ll get a taste of you one way or another.
It didn’t take long for Chrollo to follow suit, driving his hips a couple more times before completely pulling out, and blowing his entire load on your bare back. He let out a shameless moan of your name—the loudest one he’s let out. Thick, milky ribbons of Chrollo’s cum unceremoniously painted your skin white, and all he could do was stare at it in a haze while his chest heaved up, and down.
On the other hand, Hisoka gave himself a few more rough pumps before squeezing the base of his leaking cock, lustily letting out a hiss as the pleasure he’d worked so hard for slowly dissipated. He cursed in between rough pants—the hunger for a sweet release just grew tenfold after depriving himself of an orgasm.
Hisoka had something better in mind than cumming on his hand.
“I guess it’s my turn.” Strong, muscular legs slightly quivered with every step taken towards the bed, cock standing proudly against his abdomen. Chrollo only narrowed his eyes at Hisoka, clearly displeased by his sudden initiative.
The former returned a smile, “Oh, don’t get greedy now, Chrollo. I’ll give you two choices—” He held out two long digits. “Either you sit, and watch or join in on the fun.”
Never in a million years would Chrollo even think to engage in a threesome with you, and Hisoka. He didn’t know what bothered him more, the fact that you were the latter’s lover or the fact that he was on the same bed as Hisoka. Nonetheless, here he was balls deep inside your ass, completely unhindered by inhibitions. Hisoka cursed at the feel of your wet cunt, biting his lips at the lewd sound it made as your hot cum coated his cock.
The redhead laid flat on his back, cunt wrapped around him while you straddled his lap which left Chrollo to take care of your backside. Your body remained slumped against Hisoka’s—limp, and quivering as if one wrong move would have you exploding to bits. Could you really blame yourself? Both men stretched you out like it was their sole purpose, it did nothing but put your body under immense pleasure.
You were sandwiched between Hisoka, and Chrollo as though mimicking a mere fly caught in a spider’s silken web, unable to escape. And that usually meant one thing: to wait for one’s impending doom before the ruthless arachnid strikes.
An experimental thrust of their hips had you wailing in pleasure. Having not given enough time to come down from your high, you were still too sensitive—any form of sexual stimulation immediately had your body uncontrollably shaking, and hot tears lining your eyes. Hisoka cupped your jaw with both hands, lifting your face in front of his own before closing the distance; heated, and rough just how he liked it; the redhead didn’t hesitate shoving his tongue past your lips, intimately exploring the inside of your mouth with the wet muscle.
If anything, the messy kiss was enough to distract you from the sudden rough pistoning of their hips—Hisoka gleefully swallowed your wanton moans, and relished at the burning sensation of your nails scratching down his bare chest. The bed creaked under the weight of their merciless thrusts with the headboard atop Hisoka’s head repeatedly banging the wall behind it; these sounds mixed with the lewd melody the three of you produced filled all four corners of the room.
It was funny, anyone would think that a Hisoka, and Chrollo tandem would be a match made in hell; highly volatile once paired together which would result in utter chaos but this—the two moved in perfect unison as though they shared one mind, one ideal. Even only if it was for this moment that they saw one another eye to eye, a wordless union to bring you to another orgasm.
A thin, translucent string of saliva connected your lips to Hisoka’s as he pulled away for a breather, hot breaths mingling with one another as you panted in eachother's face. A sense of pride bloomed across his crimson-marked chest as he watched your lust-filled eyes roll to the back of your head—Hisoka always had a thing for your expressions during sex, it served as fuel to keep going, to keep fucking you.
You looked beautiful bouncing on their cocks, head falling forward while taking their entire length like a champ; the only thing you could really do was grip onto Hisoka’s shoulders, and moan for your dear life. Chrollo couldn’t help but fixate on the way your ass jolted with every thrust, even just the sight of his cock disappearing, and reappearing between the globes of your ass had his head spinning.
It didn’t take long for you to reach yet another orgasm, and this time, it was more intense than the previous one; hot tears ran down your damp cheeks as your body convulsed from pleasure, a drawn out moan of their names combined scratched at your throat. As though he was punched in the gut, Chrollo curled over himself as you clenched around his cock, and attached his lips on your right shoulder, biting down hard at the bare skin.
Hisoka muttered sweet nothings while stroking your hair, amusement filling his tone; you laid there drowning in pleasure while both men remained chasing their own bliss, hips stuttering. It was filthy, and soaking wet where Chrollo, and Hisoka entered you, arousal mixed with your cum messily dripping down the latter’s balls, and onto the sheets beneath.
Chrollo’s digits dug into your skin, he sheathed his cock all the way inside your ass before emptying all his cum inside; he rode out his orgasm by grinding his hips, earning a dainty gasp of his name. Chrollo violently shuddered before releasing your skin from his teeth, he lapped, and kissed at the marks, helping ease the painful sensation he left.
This left Hisoka to firmly plant his feet on the mattress, and thrust upwards which sent your body bouncing once more; short gasps turned into full blown wanton moans as his cockhead repeatedly kissed your sweet spot, bringing your body into overstimulation. Hisoka groaned loudly as the familiar feeling at the pit of his stomach returned, you could tell he was close from the way his fingers gripped your waist with such desperation.
Strings of colourful curses left your lover’s throat as he came inside you, ribbons of his thick essence filling your walls all the way to the brim ‘til it leaked out, and dripped down his balls.
Heavy pants filled the room, the smell of sinful sex hung heavy in the air. The three of you remained still for a moment to catch your breaths but the short time also allowed your minds to clear of lust, and for the whole situation to actually settle in—of what the three of you just did.
Though, it was safe to say that Chrollo wasn’t going to let you escape from his hold any time soon—as though he had you entangled in bands of swathing silk—especially after finally getting a taste of you.
content warnings! reader is a descendant of the phantomhive family, power imbalance (master/servant) but also (human/demon), somewhat monsterfucking if you squint (i wanted to make use of his ‘true form’ a little), smut, size difference, manhandling, praise, pet names (my lady, darling, dear), orgasm control, sacrilege, a tiny bit of blood, topics of loneliness
summary: after another tiresome day out in the world, you are greeted with your recent mistake—sebastian. a hand-me-down from your ancestors that you summoned by chance and who now apparently has a contract with you. yet this modern world, working women, independence, and your awfully bratty attitude are challenges that are entirely new to him. however, he did swear to serve you. so, allow him to take care of his tired "mistress"
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It's not every day that your job becomes stressful enough to fully tire you out. But today, today was even more draining than you had anticipated. Deep red eyes watch your tired form from across the hallway, raking over your figure as the owner remains quiet. Sebastian hasn't quite understood the fulfilment behind humans working themselves to the bone, nor the desire for young women to eagerly venture out to conquer "corporate," as you once called it.
Yet, understanding or not, he is sworn to serve you and look after you. You are in his care until the contract is completed.
For this, he steps forward, his touch as sultry and gentle as his voice as he welcomes you home. "My Lady," the demon begins, as strength returns to your figure upon the stabilising hold of his hands on the small of your back while you remove your heels. You meet his smile with a glare from your pretty eyes, still wary of your newly added décor.
"I can handle myself just fine, Sebastian." Yes, you're a feisty one. Sebastian has been well aware of that fact since the moment you met. You dislike men staring at you in the street, loathe the forced small talk with them at work, or having to humour one of them when all you want is to be in the safety and comfort of your home. The once safe haven you now share with some sort of butler, as he proclaimed upon your first encounter. Never would you have expected such an outcome from your family's antiques.
But here you are, the independent woman from before, now with a handsome devil at your beck and call. "You appear particularly exhausted tonight. Why not let me take care of you and help you to a restful night?" Sebastian proposes with gentle calmness to your vehemence as his hands return to rest behind his back.
He irritates you. His act of concern for you when all he truly cares for is your soul. The motive is clear, yet he play-acts something you cannot wrap your head around. "And what could you do for me?" you challenge in return, crossing your arms in front of your chest, the tip of your nose lifting a little higher to meet Sebastian's gaze. "Anything you wish," replies the butler, without a hint of malice in his words. "I would propose running a hot bath, brewing a warm cup of tea, and—" he pauses, clearly having caught himself with an idea you would despise.
The proposal sounds pleasing, almost exactly what you would do if you weren't feeling too lazy to run a bath. But he doesn't need to know that. Your expression remains unfaltering, almost challenging. "And what? Speak, Sebastian." The quirk of your brow ticks Sebastian off in just the right way, your confidence and demand a challenge he secretly enjoys.
The distance between your bodies grows smaller, and a gloved hand tips your chin up as red hues draw near. "A massage for your exhausted figure, my Lady." He drawls the title, a pinch of condescension hidden in his words. You can't resist the idea of standing on your toes, leaning further into his space to see him shrink away as your lips almost brush Sebastian's while you speak: "Carry me, Sebastian."
Yet, he does not shy away. He feels your pulse quicken, hears your heart drumming a beat of bravery, while your sweet lips could offer a relief he hasn't felt in millennia. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth upon your demand and, without hesitation, you find yourself in his embrace. Knees and shoulders pressed firmly against his body, Sebastian carries you to your bedroom.
He knows tonight won't be easy on him either. Sebastian is well aware of the mischief you try to conceal, to seem more mature than you actually are. But tonight appears different; tonight, you bring new challenges to your rendezvous as your head finds its rest on his shoulder. The tease of your breath against his neck, your smaller fingers playing with his necktie as you wet your lips. Nothing good comes from those pretty lips, Sebastian notes.
"Sebastian?" How can you suddenly say his name so softly? He looks down to you, the crimson tinge to his eyes making him appear like a starved hunter under the faint lights of the streetlamps and mood lights in your apartment. "The water is already ready and at the perfect temperature for the female body." Of course, he had heard your footsteps from afar and decided that tonight would be perfect for a bath. He is an expert at planning, at being one step ahead of everyone else. That is, until you continue speaking. A simple command, short and to the point, too alluring: "Undress me."
You need to try harder if you wish to get a rise from him. For now, you find yourself seated on your bathroom counter, a newly found frown adorning your face. It doesn't suit you, but it entertains Sebastian. "Your wish is my command," he speaks an octave lower, honey almost dripping from his words before skilled fingers smooth out the fabric of your blouse. Sebastian's gaze does not meet yours while he unbuttons it; he stays focused on the task without lusting over your exposed skin. Suddenly, you wish he would want to devour you. The gloved touch that teases your upper body is not enough, yet so close to the fulfilling feeling of desire that you miss.
The item is pushed off your shoulders before he helps your arms out of the fabric. "May I continue?" The question is accompanied by one hand held out to you, palm facing up for you to grasp and rise to your feet. In one swift move, you find yourself staring at your reflection as Sebastian spins you around to undo the intricate buttons of your skirt you had struggled with this morning—why must designers place them in such difficult spots?
To nobody's surprise, they are undone as quickly as your blouse, before your silk dress follows suit and pools around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but a tantalising set of underwear—dark red, almost a perfect match to Sebastian's eyes. You hadn't noticed your transfixed stare in the mirror until your eyes meet his, yet you refuse to shy away. No, like the little vixen that you are, you lean forward just enough to expose yourself further to your demon as you pretend to busy yourself by wiping off your lipstick.
It feels humbling to witness his gaze remain unfaltering; Sebastian continues to look into your eyes rather than the places you want his greed to be. "I will prepare your tea now," he states as business continues as usual before leaving you alone.
A sigh is all you allow yourself as your shoulders slump. You really tried to seduce him. At the thought, you find a smile tugging at your mouth, the lust to be desired something that has been missing for a while now in your life. You know work, you know how to overwork yourself, and you have no time for flings or meaningless encounters. And then, he entered the picture.
Upon Sebastian's return, he finds you seated in the bathtub; You've made sure to keep your hair out of the water and expose your neck, for hungry eyes to appreciate the shein layer of damp on your skin. The plate beneath the teacup meets the ceramic of your bathtub as your widened—nearly pleading—eyes shoot up to meet his. Had you acted a second quicker, you might have caught him staring at your cleavage, barely covered by the water and foam.
"Is there anything else you may need?" Sebastian inquires. He hates to admit it, but tonight seems like a greater challenge than he anticipated. How the simple word "You" could weaken a demon of his calibre is something for future Sebastian to concern himself with. Present Sebastian relishes the desire tugging at his stomach, the way you stare at him so submissively. Until you continue speaking: "Massage me, my butler."
You turn your back to him as he takes his place behind you on the edge of the bathtub. Would you still be so smug if he grabbed your cheeks between his fingertips? If he forced you to look deep into his eyes while coaxing the cutest sounds past your lips? How can you act this way when at night you hump your pillow and beg for more, something better? Yet in the daylight, you behave like a spoiled princess, and he only adds to that imaginary status of yours. How badly he would love to ruin it. One or two more slip-ups, and he might find a loophole in your contract and commands.
To your dismay, gloved hands meet the skin of your neck. "Take them off, Sebastian. Touch me fully." Your words bounce off the bathroom tiles, and his reply of "Yes, my lady," echoes back. Shivers elicit along your neck as his skin touches yours, and the strength behind Sebastian's touch massages the knots and the sorrow from your shoulders.
The moment is sweet enough to let your eyes fall closed, your head resting against Sebastian's thigh as you sigh a gentle moan of relief. Your mewl is involuntary, a little embarrassing, and it snaps Sebastian's attention to your face. With your eyes closed, he allows himself a moment to admire your features. Even a demon can admit that some humans are beautiful. Sometimes, that beauty doesn't surpass their soul, but in your case, there is something so unique about you that captivates Sebastian's attention and lust.
You catch him staring as your eyes flutter open, the position you find yourself in so vulnerable, with him leaning above you. "Naughty butler…" you tease, and Sebastian wants to wipe that cheeky smirk right off your face. "If you have so much time to stare at me, you might as well wash my body for me." The disrespectful teasing, as if he were nothing more than a pet, reminds Sebastian of someone else, someone he couldn't wait to devour. But what else could he do but make himself useful? He shrugs off his jacket and pushes up the sleeves of his button-down before kneeling beside your bathtub. He appears disinterested again, putting on a perfect mask of nonchalance as he runs the washcloth along your shoulders and arms, warming your figure and letting rose-scented water wash the sorrows away.
Until you've had enough of this act. Until you grow overly confident as you lean into his proximity: Your fingers lace around Sebastian's wrist like a personal handcuff, your eyes locking onto his. "Be more thorough, Sebastian. Wash away the filth." You go as far as to help him run the cloth over your chest. The drag of his nails against your sensitive skin sends shivers down your spine, and Sebastian watches you attentively, witnessing your pupils dilate, the pink tip of your tongue darting out to wet your lips as your noses almost touch. He has never obeyed such a troublesome person before.
"Is there anything else you may need?" Sebastian inquires. He hates to admit it, but tonight seems like a bigger challenge than he anticipated. How the simple word "You" could make a demon of his calibre weak is something future Sebastian can concern himself with. Present Sebastian relishes the desire tugging at his stomach, the way you stare at him so submissively. Until you continue speaking: "Massage me, my butler."
You turn your back to him as he takes his place behind you on the edge of the bathtub. Would you still be so smug if he grabbed your cheeks between his fingertips? If he forced you to look deep into his eyes while he pulled the cutest sounds from your lips? How can you act this way when, at night, you hump your pillow and beg for more, for better? Yet in the daylight, you act like a spoiled princess, and he only adds to that imaginary status of yours. How badly he would love to ruin it. Only a little more, one or two more slip-ups, and he could find a loophole in your contract and commands.
To your dismay, his gloved hands meet the skin of your neck. "Take them off, Sebastian. Touch me fully." Your words bounce off the bathroom tiles, and his reply of "Yes, my lady," echoes past. Shivers elicit along your neck upon his skin against yours, upon the strength behind Sebastian's touch as he massages the knots and the sorrow from your shoulders.
The moment is sweet enough to allow your eyes to close, your head leaning against Sebastian's thigh as you sigh a gentle moan of relief. Your mewl is involuntary, a little embarrassing as it snaps Sebastian's attention to your face. With your eyes closed, he allows himself a moment to admire your features; even a demon can admit there are beautiful humans. Sometimes that beauty doesn't surpass their soul, but in your case, there is something so unique and captivating about you that holds Sebastian's attention and lust.
You catch him staring as your eyes open, the position you find yourself in so vulnerable as he leans above you. "Naughty butler…" you tease, and Sebastian wants to wipe that cheeky smirk right off your face. "If you have so much time to stare at me, you might as well wash my body for me." The disrespectful teasing, as if he is nothing more than a pet, reminds Sebastian of someone else—someone he couldn't wait to devour. But what else can he do but make himself useful? He shrugs off his jacket and pushes up the sleeves of his button-down before kneeling beside your bathtub. He appears disinterested again, putting on a perfect mask of nonchalance as he runs the washcloth along your shoulders and arms, warming your figure with the cloth and letting rose-scented water wash the sorrows away.
Until you've had enough of this act. Until you grow overly confident, leaning into his proximity, your fingers lace around Sebastian's wrist like a personal handcuff, eyes locking onto his as you speak. "Be more thorough, Sebastian, wash away the filth." You go as far as to help him run the cloth over your chest. The drag of his nails against your sensitive skin sends shivers down your spine. Sebastian watches you attentively, witnessing your pupils dilate, the pink tip of your tongue darting out to wet your lips as your noses almost touch. He's never obeyed such a troublesome person before.
You start to bring out the worst in him—something that wants to teach you a lesson, something to remind you how different the roles could be if it weren't for this contract. The washcloth is pushed over your breasts and dips beneath the surface of the water to run along your stomach before being abandoned entirely as Sebastian's fingers dip into the supple flesh of your thighs. Blunt nails drag along your inner thighs, and he loves to watch the shift in your demeanour; how you grow shy beneath his touch, your stare faltering as he draws dangerously close to your sacred area.
There is no bite to your bark as you cry out his name, your need for him too evident while you try to maintain a pretence. "S-Sebastian!" Finally, you act as your thighs press shut around his hand on instinct, panic so evident in your pretty eyes he can't stop the devilish smirk from spreading across his features—as if you could stop now. "My dear, don't tell me you expect to play with fire and come out unharmed…"
The next moment, your back meets the cold stone as Sebastian races forward, hands placed left and right from your figure on the edge of the bathtub. The impact forces a puff of air to escape your lips as your eyes snap up to meet your butler's dark pair, searching for a trace of humanity in those pools of crimson. "Behave…" you attempt to regain control, which is met with a chuckle. "I only follow your commands," he challenges as the cloth returns to clean your body. "You wanted me to be thorough, let me be thorough."
However, the lips that crash against the racing pulse in your neck have nothing to do with the command of cleaning your body. Sebastian acts upon his own selfish accord, upon the lust you've ignited by teetering too close to the dangerous territories of demonic desires.
And he makes you feel too good as he ravages you, suckling and nipping at your skin until you can't help but moan, your head falling back to offer him more space. You can't even think of a fitting command, the sweet words for him to "Don't stop, please," a much more natural reaction as his palms cup your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples until you whimper ever so prettily.
"Who would have thought you could turn into such a sweet darling?" Sebastian teases with whispered words against the shell of your ear, the hum that follows so deep and low it has your stomach fluttering. Your fingers lace between his dark strands, effectively holding him in place as you return to being face-to-face with Sebastian. Shamelessly, you allow yourself to rake your eyes over his sharp features. You've never wanted anything more than him. But the thought evaporates upon the sharp sensation of nails against your waistline and hips, upon the pair of fingers pushing between your folds before rubbing against your clit. Oh? How willingly you part your legs now, Sebastian muses.
"Is this thorough enough, my lady?" he mocks as his fingertips press against the opening of your pussy, your eager hole spreading slightly as he pushes past. He knows what he's doing to you. He sees it in the crease of your brow, feels it as your hips buck against his touch. "More, Sebastian, I need more tonight." Like the greedy thing you are, you take it upon yourself to play with your breasts, yet the silent plea in your eyes tells your butler all you want is for him to take care of you.
"Oh dear," he whispers gently, but smiles victoriously as your moans tumble from your trembling lips when two of his fingers push inside you. "Do you give yourself to me? Allow me full reign, hm?"
The idea sounds great, perfect, until you manage to flutter your heavy eyes open and see the devious apparition in front of you. Sebastian's eyes are more slanted, set ablaze, deep pink hues now replacing his usual red, with lust overflowing past his thick lashes as pointed teeth hide behind his full lips. Giving yourself to a demon doesn't seem like the best idea, but the fingers stimulating your gummy spot have you nodding regardless. How lucky you are that you need to use words under these circumstances.
How lucky you are that you need to use words under these circumstances. "Darling, tell me," Sebastian urges as his thrusts become harsher, uncaring for the water or your comfort as your tits bounce and your walls clamp so promisingly. "N-no, no, Sebastian! Just, ah—" you falter as you try your best to stay present, to keep control over this demon while he fingerfucks you. "Think, speak, quickly, little Lady," he further pressures you. What he wouldn't give to do with your body whatever he wants. "Just-, just tonight! Sebastian—" the way you moan his name makes you a sinner itself, it should send you to all seven hells as the echoes ring inside his mind. "Look after me, tonight," you finally manage to cry out as your walls pull in desperate need. "Make me feel good," your final demand.
But instead of sweet release, you feel the disappointing emptiness as he retracts his fingers, leaving you a heaving mess in your bathtub—only now do you notice how cold the water has turned. "You can ask more nicely than that, my dear." There is little consideration to be spared for the length of your bath once a strong arm wraps around your waist. Sebastian wastes no time in having you seated on his lap, your wet form drenching his clothing as he spreads your legs over his thighs and presses you flush against his chest. "I will look after you until the day you die," he whispers into your ear, and maybe if the words weren't so true and less intimidating, you could consider them romantic.
You notice that Sebastian's form has returned to fully human, with almost tender eyes meeting yours this time around, turning your desire mellow and seasoned with sweetness. "Kiss me, please." He follows suit as your lips crash together a moment later, his palms stabilising your back in his hold. "More…" you breathe. Your fingers reach out to guide one of his hands on your back, between the valley of your tits, down your stomach, until you ultimately buck your hips against his, seeking further friction in desperate need. He tightens his hold on your body, tugging gently at your frame as he leans forward to suck on your wet skin, leaving marks in his wake. A small grin tugs at his lips as a soft whimper escapes you. "What's wrong?" The whispered question makes goosebumps spread over your skin as the chill of his breath battles with the warmth of your bathroom.
"Want to be ruined by you." The words that fall past your lips seal your fate. "Please, make me feel good, Sebastian." You sound so desperate, only a fool would resist. "Taint me," you shamelessly sigh against his ear, "Let me feel you."
"Taint you…" he murmurs, halting his movements momentarily to witness you grow impatient before one of his arms holds a firm grip around your waist, restricting your movements as you're now fully pressed against his chest. "How much more does my little Lady want to be tainted?" His free hand ghosts along your puffy lips, your slick making the drag too easy, too appealing to not draw circles into your clit, only pulling back any time he feels you squirm on his lap. "Until the gates of heaven have closed forever for you?" Your little cries are music to Sebastian's ears. It's so good, too good, the way his fingers move, almost as if he already knows all your weak spots. "Do you wish to experience bliss only I could give you, and ruin yourself for all eternity?" His questions urge you to wrap your arms around him, to hide your face in the gentle embrace of a monster, as though you're trying to hide from judgement itself upon your immoral fantasies. "I wish for that, Sebastian."
No further words are needed, not when your lips convey more as they meet Sebastian's. A kiss so fierce, he may steal the air from your lungs and drag you to hell himself. Teeth pull at your bottom lip unapologetically, his tongue meeting with your own, entwining and parting until you taste him. Meanwhile, the familiar stretch of his fingers, accompanied by the filthy squelching of your arousal, threatens to overload your senses. The teasing returns as your lips part to allow Sebastian a front row seat to your desperate play, as his thumb presses into your clit. You really yearn for this orgasm, don't you? Of course, you do, with how tightly you clench around his digits, pulsing as though you're trying to keep him inside—as if he couldn't offer you a much better alternative.
"Let go, my dear, you look so beautiful right now, I want to see you come undone for me." Sebastian encourages, as his fingers expertly curl against your walls, each time pushing past the limits of what you're able to take, dragging against your gummy spot. So you let go, finally, allowing your eyes to shut as your fingers fist the fabric of his dress shirt. He's never received praise in a prayer-like form, the sighing thank-yous tumbling free between your moans, so unlike the feisty thing you pretend to be. You are adorable. "Very good, my darling, just like that." Sebastian whispers, as the movements slow down until his fingers still inside you, until the heaving of your chest and the trembling of your thighs calms, and you fall into his embrace.
But much to his surprise, despite his predictions about your exhaustion, you return his previous affections. Your lips kiss along his neck as you undo his necktie, fingertips already so eager to free him from the confines of his clothes, it makes Sebastian wonder who the real glutton between you two is. "My Lady," he innocently halts your advances as he entwines his fingers with your own, kissing each tip while holding eye contact. "Shouldn't we proceed to your chambers? I don't wish to bring needless discomfort upon you—you need your strength to handle me." At that, you feel his tongue drag along your pointer finger before a final kiss is placed on its tip, while a devious smile returns to Sebastian's lips. If only you wouldn't look so adorable each time he teases you. But you are already too far gone to keep up pretences, when you can instead allow someone else to finally be your resolve.
So it's only natural for you to command Sebastian once more. "Bring me to my bed," you mumble while your arms already lace around his neck. He follows, yet it catches you by surprise once you're simply dropped into your bouncy mattress and sea of pillows. However, there is no time to be surprised when, in the next moment, you find yourself caged underneath Sebastian. Your hands roam free to undo his dress shirt and shrug it off his figure, allowing your nails to drag over his pearly skin until you reach his pants and finally feel what lies hidden behind the dark fabrics.
You seem in control, until firm hands spread your thighs and Sebastian leans in, to nibble along your inner legs, shining in the moonlight as he dives between your thighs to lap at your cunt, his tongue pushing past the tight ring of your entrance before dragging all over your hot and puffy pussy. He then licks and kisses his way up your stomach, sternum, and nipples, while the surprising satisfaction of his cock—hot, hard, and leaking with pre-cum—coats itself with your juices. He grinds against your cunt until you writhe for more, until his hands find rest on the back of your knees so he can press your legs up against your sides, fully opening you to thrust into you without struggle, without restraint, as lust overcomes him.
You shake your head at the stretch of his shaft welcoming your pussy, sweet pleas mixed with whiny complaints escaping your lips. "‘S too much, Sebastian… can't…" you admit. You hear his chuckle before he sighs, kissing your cheek in adoration. "You will take me."
"Now just surrender to me, will you." His lips seek out your own once more as he picks up a relentless pace.
Your nails dig into his back, red streaks running deep. You can't look at anything but him—his strong body on top of yours, the visible strain to his muscles while he ruts into you—until you find yourself once more captivated by his eyes. He almost looks at you lovingly, not hungrily. But Sebastian doesn't just want to consume your soul; no, his desires reach beyond basic greed. He wants to own you, to keep you to himself, to reign over you. You can see it clearly while swimming in crimson. But with the delicious drag of his cock inside your walls, you might just let him. Who would have expected you to be tamed this well by getting fucked?
"Please, please, please," you exhale as your head lolls from side to side, writhing beneath your very own demon. Oh? You're quick to beg. Quick to turn desperate, so eager to have more of something that should never have been yours. "Sebastian, Sebastian," you repeat like a mantra as his hands hold your fragile body, digging into your hips to force you into a perfect arch for Sebastian to ravage your skin. He litters kisses over your chest, laps at your nipples, and drags your hips back down to snap against his while he is guided by gluttony.
"Give yourself to me," you demand with no trace of shame in your bones, finally giving him a task worthy of your beautiful soul. "Stay with me, be mine…"
You almost feel dizzy with how easily Sebastian hoists you until you're on all fours, arse perfectly exposed for him to fully sheath his cock inside you, effectively pushing your upper body into your sea of pillows. But in stark contrast to his rather harsh handling of your body, his lips return to press soft kisses along your back. "I am yours if you are mine, my darling." The words flow like honey before your blood coats Sebastian's tongue as he breaks the skin.
Your fingers dig into the cushions, searching for support as you struggle. But the strong arm lacing around your body is all the comfort you will need from now on; his cold touch will soon set you ablaze. Sebastian is deep inside you, the head of his cock finding your sweet spot almost naturally as he perfectly curves against your velvet walls, hips snapping against your arse cheeks with unforeseen fervour.
His hands dig into your hips, surely bruising your hip bones for the coming days, but it means no harm, as you've never felt this good before. Never so full, never as cared for as by the monster that is in love with your soul. You moan his name in delight, making Sebastian proud once you eagerly bounce back into his thrusts. His husky sounds of pleasure grow clearer as his movements slow. He pushes you further against the mattress, which ultimately causes your legs to spread wider and arch deeper, allowing his penetration to slowly steal your sanity.
Who would have thought the pressure of his palm against your stomach would make you clamp around him this much? Moaning, whimpering, pleading as you beg for mercy, trying to tell him it's too… "Too good, Sebastian, I'm—"
His movements are slow but precise, accentuating the way you desperately clamp around him in an attempt to hold him inside you for eternity.
"Yes, fall apart. Let go for me," Sebastian's eyes roam over your small body beneath him, a sweaty, shaking mess. He will take care of that right after you are done. For now, instead of worrying, his hands grab at your arse almost aggressively, spreading your lower lips even further as he ruts into you.
The high-pitched squeal that escapes your throat when he picks up his pace again serves as a perfect display of your misery. Tears prick at the sides of your eyes as your hips are pushed back to meet Sebastian's relentless thrusts. "Make me proud, little Lady..." is his final demand, with sneaky fingers returning to play with your clit as he hoists you off the bed, holding you tightly against his chest.
You're fully seated on his cock, entirely engulfed by his embrace and consumed by the same demon, just as you bask in the sweet release coursing through your veins. Sebastian allows himself to indulge in your pretty cries and the way your pussy practically drips from both of your orgasms. It fills him with more pride than any other circumstance ever could. True to his nature, he watches you like a devil on your shoulder; dark red eyes witnessing your fucked-out expression topped off with the cutest smile spreading on your soft lips.
His breath caresses your neck in a whisper, "Do you feel better now?" You hum and let your fingers card through his hair, a tired "I do. Thank you, Sebastian" exchanged from your mouth to his ear. Swiftly, Sebastian moves to carry you back to your spacious bathtub and lets it refill with warmth. "How about my Lady actually relaxes this time around?"
cw ─ MDNI. afab!reader, màting préss, oràl (m), food play (?), drunk séx, semi-public séx, bàckshots, breéding kínk, proposals, créampié, bathtub séx, jealousy, wall séx, ooc naoya, reader is called a slút, cowgírl, pràise kink, big díck gojo, face sítting, oràl (f), múnching
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呪術廻戦 NOTE ( author says ) someone requested a jealous!naoya fic so i just incorporated it in this 😭 and as a returned reward for me, i decided to add kashimo so we actually won 😁
➤ GETO SUGURU
"Fuckin' soaking all over me, darling. I'm really g-gonna' –"
Frankly, much of this evening has become a blur for Geto but he can faintly remember seething at those useless cunts over at the temple, and at the stack of paperwork piling up on his desk (yeah, apparently running a cult involves a lotta' bureaucracy).
He had thrown aside the heavy violet gojō-kesa, rummaging away for a faded, dark hoodie and thick cargo pants. He remembers knocking at the door of your apartment, and doing his best not to fall to his knees when you sweetly answered the door, pulling him in by the hand.
And somehow, between that blurry haze and him desperately kissing his girlfriend like his very life depended on it, Geto had found himself a happy, happy man, with your pretty ankles twitching around his shoulders. Pressing deeper into you, so your thighs were knocked straight up against your chest — pressing right into the fat of your tits as he slapped his hips right up against yours in the meanest mating press possible.
Your hands are in the mood to wonder too, it seems. Trembling ever so slightly for the surefire hits that Geto delivers when his rummaging, girthy cock thwacks! into you, over and over.
But your nails are running over the traditional dragon design that licks and curls up his left arm, trailing over his upper bicep where the ink tapers off over his back. A tattoo, something from his early days, often hidden underneath the draping robes he dons at the temple.
"Thaaat's my good girl," Geto murmurs, running his tongue behind his teeth, jostling himself closer to you so he could sip at your pretty mouth once more. Slick strands of saliva glistening between your lower lip and his, violet eyes narrowed as he feels your pussy clench around him in such a dizzying way.
"M-missed you so bad, Sugu', all day." You're whining, cunt twitching and quivering, releasing dribbling puddles of slick all over the fresh bedsheets.
Geto just chuckles, nipping his teeth over the juncture of your collarbone, leaving a faint, bruised mark that is certain to bloom into pretty petals, "I know, think ya' might have missed me jus' a bit too m-much, hmm?" Dipping a fat thumb to roll at your clit, "Pretty pussy was already sticky n' wet for me when I got here."
How sweet. Geto's practically swabbing every inch of your insides with his cock, and yet, the mere mention of him knowing about your lovely fingers spreading yourself apart and playing with yourself has you flushing so beautifully. God, Geto thinks to himself, if he doesn't marry you, he might really just die.
"Look at ya', wish I could take a photo," Geto murmurs, and you can hear just how much he truly does love you. Your (mildly suspicious) enigmatic boyfriend with his titan-steel thighs, and choppy dark hair is whispering sweet nothings in your ears, professions of loves that you know will make him fluster and blush all the more sweetly later on, "Most beautiful thing I've ever seen in m' whole life."
Raking your nails past the hypnotising dragon tattoo, to claw at his rippling biceps. Crimson lines blooming in your wake, as crescent edges leave their mark in a way that makes Geto groan. "Gonna' cum for me, baby? Can f-feel ya' sucking me up, god."
The rhythmic clenches of your pussy, the sheer, powerful arc of clear fluid spraying over Geto's groin and drenching his cock are enough to make the man moan, loudly, and not giving a single fuck at who hears. He's only burying himself further into you, driving himself right home with each spattering drivel and swivel of his hips into your glorious heat.
"Good g-girl, takin' it all for m' like a champ."
➤ RYOMEN SUKUNA
"What the fuck has gotten into you? Been in the cellars again, have we? Now, what did I say about that, eh?"
It's rare to hear Sukuna so bewildered, but the fact that the King of Curses is allowing you to manhandle him, to push his beefy, four-arm form into your private chambers is sign enough that he's indulging you.
"Wanna' kiss you, 'Kuna." You murmur, catching your husband's faint look of surprise, russet eyes widening as you yank his shoulders down. Planting your lips to his, muffling whatever snarky comment was sure to leave his fanged mouth, "Didn't like how she was looking at you."
Sukuna pulls back, if only to briefly trace his tongue along the side of your neck, down those fine crimson robes he so loved to see you in, "Who?"
"That courtesan." You shudder as gleaming fangs nip at your soft skin, shoving Sukuna closer towards the plush, vast expanse of your shared bed, "She was all over you, 'Kuna."
"Ah, that's what this is. My lil' Queen is jealous," Sukuna's back hitting the mattress, looking far too priggish and self-satisfied with your envy, "They're courtesans, brat. They pour our wine, flitter around like gnats, it's all a part o' the job description."
And because Sukuna truly can't resist himself, riling you up even further, "Besides, are you really surprised they're makin' stupid eyes at me, heh? I mean, look at me, I'm allll muscle and – mmph!"
In the short time that Sukuna took to gas himself up and rile up his pretty wife, you had already managed to snake your hands into the loose waistband of his wide pants. Clawing the fabric down absurdly broad, muscled thighs and undoing the thick, black knot holding his garments together.
A gentle peck on the upper-stacked of his two sculpted cocks has Sukuna suddenly glaring right down at you. All four eyes suddenly glazing over, "This is the game you wanna' play, brat? Really? 'Cause I can – fuck!"
You're pressing the flat of your tongue, the textured muscle right against the thick vein that runs along the underside of his absurdly long, girthy shaft. Ensuring that the second of his cocks doesn't feel left out, beginning to pump it slowly in the other hand.
"S-shut up, and let me do this." You're muffling around the smooth, taut skin at the very tip, beaming red and weeping the more you lave at it, "Wanna' taste you, 'Kuna."
"Heh, if I ever say no to that . . there's a knife in that wooden chest over there. I'd want you to use that on me, 'cause I'd hafta' be out of my damned mind to —"
There's a faint frazzled jump, a whine, colouring Sukuna's tone and you can tell that he's doing his best to muffle the sound. Determined to keep at least some dignity for himself, dark claws come to settle in your hair. Keeping that same steady pace to bob your pre-stained mouth up and down on the upper of the two shafts.
"Ouh, I was gonna' send those courtesans away, you k-know, if they were makin' my wife upset," Sukuna snickers, both cocks engorged enough that you really have to put in an effort to stretch both your hand and your mouth over them, "But if t-this is what I get outta' it, then they might jus' stay."
You glide your mouth away from Sukuna's cock with a loud pop! Giving your husband an unimpressed stare as he flounders, scowling, "Okay, m' sending them away. Was o-only a joke."
You can taste salty beads sinking into your tongue, and if you angle your head just right, you can press your head down enough for blush-pink hairs to tickle at your nose. The scent of him, the taste, the feeling of his hot n' heavy inches weighing on your tongue — you can feel a hot pulse beginning to jump up between your legs.
When it rains, it pours. When Sukuna climaxes, it. . also pours.
You know that there is no way you could possible envelop that much of his seed, but you lick gently at the spurting ropes of white, thick and opaque release. Feeling splatters paint all over your chin, your chest and the edges of those gorgeous robes Sukuna gifted you for your name-day.
"Wanna' climb on, brat?" Sukuna's peering down at you, and you can take some satisfaction in the flustered blush that he is furiously trying to hide, lolling his head away from your line of sight to little avail, "Still got another cock if ya' wanna ride. Gotta' fill ya' up so the whole estate can know that what my wife wants, she gets."
➤ CHOSO KAMO
Yeah, so introducing Choso to the idea of Friday night drinking? Probably not your most. . strategic decision. But after a gruelling day of training, and an even more excruciating day of self-restraint and not throwing yourself immediately at your boyfriend, you figured a good bottle of red, two glasses and a quiet evening on the wooden deck were well-earned.
So, now, here you are, perched in his lap, watching that wine-kissed flush bloom across his pale, clammy cheeks. His hazel eyes roam over you, shy, as berry-red stains his lips, and you lean in to sip the taste right from your favourite source.
Oh, and you're both utterly naked, training robes discarded in crumpled piles on the outdoor deck. Normally, you'd be a bit concerned that someone could turn the corner and find you perched over Choso's bare thighs, but the hour has grown late and you're on the far end of campus.
Thus, there's only one other massive factor to really consider here. And massive, well, that's an understatement of the century.
Choso's surprisingly relaxed like this, milky thighs flexing as he props you up, pulling you closer to him, but what really grabs your attention is the gleaming, red shaft that must be agonising by now, prodding right at your core. Right where you're balanced over the fat tip.
"No-one is gonna' walk past right?" Choso's blinking, dark lashes so long that they almost brush his lower brow as he flutters his eyes up.
You giggle, tilting the wine glass in your hand so more wine spills over the rim, dribbling down your bare form. And Choso, ever the greedy one, follows the slow trickle, laving his searing lips over your skin, right down your collarbone and over your breasts to lick up every last drop.
"Nah, and if there is gonna' be anyone, it'd be like. . a curse that got past the curtain." You're hiccuping, tracing faint lines over the edge of Choso's jaw, "And we'd have bigger problems anyway."
Your eyes are trailing downwards, to the curl of dampened, dark hair right over the base of his thick cock, and Choso scoffs, "You're about to say something lecherous, aren't you?"
"Wanna' give me a bigger problem, then, Cho' ?" Batting your lashes ridiculously at him, but even the half-curse can't resist how his heart is pounding, leaning in to plant a sweet curse on your lips.
"Are you sure?" Choso's gentle hands rolling over your spine, softly ghosting over your bare back that pebbles in the cool night air. Mahogany air tickling at your cheek as he situates large, soft palms over your waist. Swivelling you around so his impressively carved line of abdominal muscles are pressed against your back, and his breath ghosts are your ear.
"Gonna' be a biiiig stretch, sweet thing." Choso murmurs, planting a tender kiss at the nape of your neck, and god, he was not joking for the sheer girth often manages to catch you unaware each time.
But he's eager to help out, thick fingertips trailing over you to paw at your slick folds, spreading them apart even wider. He's murmuring something and you strain to here it, but you think that he's gasping, "I think I'm gonna' cum. Early, again."
You giggle, knowing that he flushes a vibrant shade of strawberry-red each time that he busts his load in you this early. For that faint, mere kiss of your arousal and your cunt's pretty walls against his cock is enough to make the half-curse shudder and swear as he spills glossy fillings right up in you.
"It's okay, Cho', you can – inside, you know."
"R-really, lovely? Inside, yeah?" Choso doesn't need further encouragement because he's already groaning, and you're already feeling wads of buttery cum drip down your thighs, feeling your hips twitch and shudder as the half-curse is determined to make up for this. Running his fingers along the side of your clit in a determined V-line, flicking gently over the swollen nub.
You're dazed, feeling the sudden build-up from your own orgasm creep up over you. The wine going straight to your head and making every cell in your body so tingly, and sensitive.
Watching with faint fascination at how fucking filthy this all is, the sopping leak of Choso's creamy cum dribbling out from under you, mingling with the blood-red drizzle of the wine still plastered to your thigh. A faint, pale shade of pink that has you aching to swipe your fingers through it, bringing it to your lips. And it has Choso groaning, cock hardening alll over again in you.
"You're going to be the death of me, sweet thing."
➤ TOJI FUSHIGURO
"Yeahh, arch ya' back for me like that, beautiful."
And fuck, Toji swears that if he had not been ass-naked, and there had been a ring in his back pocket right now, he would have whipped it out to propose to you, right then and there. Because, god, he's so truly in love with you, and the way that your pussy is a killer.
Capable of rendering an assassin dumbstruck, slack-jawed as he does his best to attach himself to reality once more. But all he can feel is the tight slick of your cunt clenching once more around him, the plush of your ass bouncing back to meet the base of his wide cock. Skin slapping so filthy and sticky against the trail of dark hair pattering down his abdomen.
Two wide palms searing into your skin, scooping him right up so his deliciously long cock can curve and glide right through your pussy. Bullseye! Right onto that sweet spot that makes you keen, and claw and whine, "Toji – right there, fillin' me up so good."
And you always know the right things to say because that rough, lil' scar on the upper corner of Toji's mouth is twitching, fighting off the dopey, love-struck grin that plasters itself on his face. Fighting the rising blush that threatens to make itself visible on his back, neck and ears.
He's a grown man, for fuck's sake! But never has he ever felt something so disarmingly charming and incredible as this, caging you in his arms as he pounds his hips into you, slap! slap! slap!
"We should get m-married, right? Right, doll?"
Toji doesn't even realise what he's babbling, too intent on feeling every inch of your walls, every sticky divot that he can press his inches into but god, he means every word that's falling from his slack lips, "M-marry me, doll. Gon' get ya' a diamond ring, anything ya' ask for, just say the word to ol' Toji here."
At first, the buzzing in his ears is so loud, so goddamn obnoxious that he cannot make out what droopy, muffled words are falling from your glossy, beautiful lips. But he strains his ears to catch them over the sound of his hips pistoning themselves against your skin, strands of translucent gloss stringing and snapping.
"W-wanna marry you too, Toji!"
For all of Toji's hard work in the sweltering gyms in the shitty basement of his apartment complex, his vast, muscular arms suddenly lose their strength. Everything in his broad, heavenly carved body turning into jitters, heart dangerously leaping up into his throat at just how much he loves you.
There, he said it. And now, he thinks he'll never be able to stop.
Emerald eyes not even sure where to focus on, the bounce of your tits that he can spy from underneath your glorious arch, the soft bounce of your ass against him, or the beautiful curve of your spine, "Loveee ya' doll, gonna' give you the whole package, I swear."
Each phrase puncuated by the heavy thwack! of his weeping tip against your cervix, pressing right up against where he's hoping his seed will take, "Gonna' make ya' my wife, my gorgeous wife." Sweeping a muscled arm beneath you to find your sensitive clit, pressing right at the sensitive bud, "Gonna' fill this pretty pussy up so good, wanna' see you allll round and g-glowing for me."
"Fuck, I'll even pay that s-shitty clan a visit, eh? Make 'em hand over the family ring, just so I can see it on ya' finger." God knows that those little shits don't need it, that pretty band of emerald that Toji can already see in his mind's eye, gleaming on your ring finger as he presses gentle kisses to your hand.
The very vision of you with your belly round, gleaming like the fuckin' sun itself, has Toji shuddering, planting his knees further into the mattress so he can jostle you even closer for a good fill. His wife, yeah, she'll get only the best.
Groaning as he feels wrinkled skin tighten, before thick ropes of sloppy, pearly cum shoot out from his angry tip. Overflowing in droves as he continues to buck his hips against yours, watching as your squelchy, puffy folds take up every single drop.
"I'm all yours, doll. I mean it."
➤ HIROMI HIGURUMA
"This was what you wanted . . angel?" Your husband coos, spreading his thick thighs (deliciously dusted with fine, dark hair) further apart, so you can slot comfortably in-between. So you can press your naked back to his bare chest, letting the warm water of the tub gently soothe that miserable ache in your bones.
"Mhm." You sigh, letting your head rest back against glistening, creamy skin, "Been so long, 'Romi. You're always soo busy with work, baby."
The man behind you sighs, rubbing gentle hands down your pebbled arms, pressing soft and loving kisses to your neck, "I know, and m' sorry. Wish we could find more time like this, my love."
You can hear the apologetic tone in his voice, frowning at the idea that he must believe that you're truly upset with him, your beautiful and wide-eyed husband, "I'm jus' glad you're now, and. . .uh." You shift back slightly, hoping that he gets the hint from where you're pressing up against him.
"Aw, angel's all needy now?" Hiromi laughs against the shell of your ear, "Ah, I shoulda' known you were gonna' start squirming like this. Gorgeous lil' thing."
You feel his large hands wrap around you, exploring and wandering your chest. Pinching, flicking and softly caressing the sensitive skin, his large nose brushing against your neck, "Bet you want me to go even lower, am I right?"
"Please."
Your husband never lets you down, never leaves you dissatisfied, for his quick fingers are already dancing over your abdomen before dipping in between your legs. You squeal at the sudden contact, the damp pads of his thick fingers brushing against your folds, and the water lurches in the wide tub.
"Careful, now. Otherwise, we're gonna' have to clean up the mess after," Hiromi chuckles, but he seems just as eager to let his fingers explore you. To play you masterfully, nipping at every nook and cranny of where you're most sensitive.
He's even gasping in faux-surprise, baritone chuckle giving way to a marvelled rasp, "And so wet already? Barely even touched ya', and your pretty cunt's all slippery for me."
"What can I say?" You slick back a little against his chest, head falling lower as you squirm to help him find the right angle, "It's never as good when I do it with m-myself."
Hiromi's sudden grunt amuses you, your stoic and clever lover suddenly envious from the mere mention of him missing the sight of you pleasuring yourself, "Always gotta' play some games, don't you, angel?"
He doesn't wait for your stuttering response, a wide finger already breaching past your glossy entrance, brushing against your inner walls as heat licks greedily at your groin, "S-soo good already, baby."
"Jus' be patient, and let me do more," Hiromi mutters, his lips pressing to the juncture of your neck. Another finger joining the first, your walls clenching down on the welcome intrusion. He begins to set a steady pace, pistoning the digits in and out, and again, in and out of your pussy in a way that makes breathy whines fall from your open lips.
"Gorgeous." And it's his honest, love-struck praise that makes you flush, a rough thumb brushing over your needy clit, gentle swipe proving that sometimes less is more, "Spread 'em a bit wider for me, love."
And you comply, thighs shifting wider, muscles trembling with the bulk of Hiromi's fingers smearing your slick arousal back and forth over your folds. A soft and breathless whimper escaping as the pleasurable ache deepens, "Wha –"
The trembling, excited question beginning to fall from your lips, just as Hiromi slips his fingers out of you, prompting a whine that's quickly silenced by him pressing the sweetened digits past your lips, "Had to stretch m' wife out there, now taste."
You gasp around his fingers, feeling something far heavier, and wider prod at your entrance from behind, keening as Hiromi lifts you ever so slightly higher so the flushed mushroom-tip of his cock can easily slip into your cunt, curving deliciously up into your pussy.
So perfectly snug as your husband stifles a loud moan, bucking his hips up, water pooling over the edges of the bathtub, "We're gonna' be making that m-mess, angel, so hold on."
➤ NAOYA ZEN'IN
Oh, you are so in for it now. For you've never seen your petulant husband like this, never this riled up, not with such a wild and burning edge. The short walk from the feast hall to your private chambers felt like a blur as he hadn't even spared a second glance back, dragging you from your seat on the finely-woven tatami mats.
"Tch', keep up," Naoya's snapping, golden eyes darkened with a heavy haze that you suspect the sake may have played a role in. His long, dark lashes flicker against flushed, peachy cheeks as Naoya grips your wrist with a hand that's searingly warm.
He doesn't even glance back to see if anyone still lingers in the dim hallways, no, he does not even care. And Naoya's not quite sure why you suddenly do, "Oh, so now you wanna' see if someone's around? Didn't care sooo much when you were practically draped over that man's lap like a slut, right?"
One hand roughly swinging the screen door open, and another stroking over your pulse, pushing you in. And well. . you would be lying if you said that this didn't fill you with some form of glee. That this hadn't all been a part of your plan for the evening to provoke the Zen'in heir, to get some reaction from your husband,
But god, you certainly had not expected this. Hadn't expected Naoya to press the full weight of his toned form against yours, to have you right up there against the wall with no shame. His clever hands are skimming under your verdant robes to scoop strands of slick, heavy arousal between thin fingers, all while sharp fangs nip at the shell of your ear.
"So, my wife was just that desperate for attention. . wasn't she?" Naoya's scoffing, batting amber eyes at you as his tone takes on a bratty, raspy pitch, he sounds ruined. "Were ya' just really so needy t be fucked, like this? Couldn't even wait 'till the feast was over, and now m' gonna' have to explain this to everyone, yeah?"
Naoya's always oddly chatty when he's running his hands over you, mouth running wild and desperate. His fingers have torn away beautiful, new emerald-green silk robes, pinching and tweaking your swollen clit between clipped nails. Scoffing and snickering when you buck your hips into him, whining his name.
"Ha! As if m' gonna' let you have this easy, you think I'm just gonna' give you my cock now, like you weren't just whorin' yourself allll over that sorcerer's lap – heh, he must've been thinking it was all the wine." Naoya snarls, already tugging at his own dark haori, and the thin waistband of his pants, "He should have asked me then, I coulda' told him just how cock-drunk my wife gets when she's lookin' for my attention."
What your husband has lacked for in wide girth, he makes up for in length, and he takes some (really fucking annoying) egotistical pride in knowing how to wield those inches. He's using his warm hands to hold your thigh up — to run the angry, pink tip down your dewy cunt. Hissing when the tip snaps on your weeping entrance.
The first few inches has you keening into him, not caring about how this is the man that you profess to love on some days, and vow to poison with arsenic on others.
Naoya's patting your cheek with short taps of his manicured hands, bullying his cock further into you, "Hey, wifey. Pay attention now, look d-down. This is what ya' wanted, right?"
And you do look down, gulping at the sight. His veined cock being enveloped by your swollen, puffy folds. And each time that your husband teases and draws his cock out in heavy strokes, well, it comes out glistening and creamy. And it's clear that Naoya is amused by your dazed giggles and sighs, but even he isn't above the sheer pleasure that your pussy gives him, shaking his head of sandy, soft hair.
"Ouh, take a look at that, she's l-loud tonight, isn't she?"
And you profusely flush, hearing the pap! pap! pap! echo through your quarters, the slick thwacks! of his cock sliding in and out of your heat as you mewl. And Naoya almost, just almost, looks fond of you, his wife, pressing a shaking thumb to the pad of your lower lip, pressing down as you nip sharp teeth around flesh.
"Pretty, p-pretty lady," Naoya babbles out, probably without even realises that he's paid you an accidental compliment, loose strands of flaxen hair brushing against his forehead as he leans in to press a filthy kiss to your lips, "Wanna' go one more time on the bed? O-or how 'bout the hallway? Everyone can hear how I make ya' scream."
➤ GOJO SATORU
"Oouh, you just make everything so much better for me, baby." Gojo's laugh rumbles from his bare chest, snowy lashes fluttering over creamy, flushed skin as he presses his back further into the plus mattress.
You sigh, and it's a happy, content sound that makes something awfully soft settle in Gojo's chest. You're pressing soft kisses to his reddened, twitching mouth, melding yourself to his lips.
"Now, c'mon, off!" You tug at the black silk wrapped around his eyes, curling your fingers into the smooth fabric to just yank it down. Your eyes meeting Gojo's lazy, pleased gaze as you do. He's just so smug like this, knowing that he's got you naked in his arms. You can see his jewel-blue stare appreciatively run over your bare form, his favourite sight in the entire world. A veiny hand pulling at the curve of your ass, pushing you further on top of your fiancé.
"And to think I was in such a bad mood earlier, baby," Gojo murmurs, tapping his muscular thighs. A silent indication for you to hop right on, hovering your dripping core right over his angry, weeping tip. "Thought I was gonna' have the worst day ever, the higher-ups fuckin' with me and all. But how could I ever forget m' pretty baby waiting at home?" Each sentence delivered with a soppy, sweet kiss to your smiling lips.
"Thaaaaat's it, there we go," Gojo snicker as you slowly lower yourself over his considerable, fat inches. And the strongest is just so amused, watching you bite your kiss-stung lips, struggling to keep the wanton moans in, but you're not letting him off that easy. For the second, the very second that your hips meet the base of his groin, slick seeping into that thatch of white curls, you're giving him a thick squeeze.
"F-fuck!" Gojo wheezes, white strands of hair falling back against the pillow as he does his absolute best to not lose the last semblance of iron composure. But the way your gorgeous, tight cunt is wrapping him good, he fears the game is long over before it even began.
Yeah, he considers himself a pretty lucky man.
"Ya' good, 'Toru?" You giggle, threading your fingers through tousled, frosty strands, feeling Gojo practically purr from underneath you. He's cracking a stormy eye open, pressing his mouth into a thin line, "Yeah, girl. Never been b-better."
See, Gojo Satoru was a. . .practical man. Well, no, scratch that. He was the strongest, but when faced with your dizzying, maddening grip — he feared that there was no power or technique on this planet that would be able to help him.
"Have you gotten bigger, 'Toru?" You plant your shaking hands on his broad chest, nose scrunching as you stifled a weak sniffle at the sheer magnitude of the delicious stretch. Trying to keep your head smart on your shoulders, but god, it's just soo difficult when you can feel every veined-inch throb and pulsate in the gummy walls of your pussy, his second-favourite girl.
Gojo just squeezes his eyes shut, knowing that if he were to crack cerulean eyes wide open, the sorcerer would immediately bust a fat load at the sight of his wife's naked form, and that's not to mention the magnetic pull of his gaze to your chest. He's gasping as you begin rocking forward, setting your own comfortable pace that already has him seeing stars, "Wha', bigger?"
"Yeah, s-so much bigger, each time – each time, I swear." You're mewling, words tumbling right into each other. And that, that mere sight of you struggling to accomodate to wide girth of him. . .well, that is almost enough to have Gojo busting a thick wad of seed into you.
Shaking fingers come to pinch at the fat of your ass, gently tapping it for good measure, "Don't say stuff like that, wifey. M' already s-sensitive." Gojo's huffing, admiring the way that you roll those killer hips faster now, gliding around his thick cock in gooey, filthy circles, and taking every inch of him so well.
You laugh in uneven, frayed bursts — trailing a single finger down the handsome line of his jaw, feeling his pulse jump underneath for he's so in love. "So much better than that stupid m-meeting, right?" Arching your back just a little more on top fo him, so the probing curve of his cock is brushing gentle kisses on your insides, swabbing over that rough patch of nerves that has you suddenly gasping and keening.
Gojo threads a quivering hand at the nape of your neck, so you can feel the cool band of his wedding ring brush at your skin. Bringing you down for a messy kiss, all so sloppy and desperate, "Y-yeah, so glad I left early, heh. Just knew I was needed here, c'mon, baby. Arch for me a b-bit more."
He feels dizzy, lightheaded and he know he must look a whorish mess. His staff uniform already scattered somewhere on the floor, having been discarded in a desperate trail on your way to bed. Dark blindfold having slipped under his face, and ice-white hair dishevelled in raked tendrils. Sticky strands of his pre-cum and your glossy arousal pulling away with each slap! slap! slap! of your pelvis against your hips.
"Think ya' can go a bit f-faster, baby?" Gojo runs his large, warm hands over your chest. Cupping your tits with calloused palms, and pinching them in a way that makes you squeal, "Or how 'bout this? Just move back a lil', yeah, up. So I can feel you here."
Here being in-between your thighs slapping against his, your swollen clit absolutely aching for his attention. And Gojo, duly, delivers. Rubbing furious, tight circles over where you needed the most, sending you hurtling head first into a dazzling orgasm that has you shaking in his beefy, muscled arms.
The rapid, pulsing clenches of your pussy have Gojo seeing visions of wedding vows and golden rings, amplified only by how his own ground-shaking orgasm washes over him and runs him senseless, your tight walls milking him dry for all he's worth.
Thick, glossy ropes of white seed shooting out of his tip, steaming and searing as they fill you right up, pressed right up against your cervix. And in such greedy volumes too, for you're leaking sticky cream all over your aching, shaking thighs.
"You should keep going, sweets, ride m-me as much as ya' can," Gojo gasps out, feeling the overstimulated sensation of your cunt clenching as you writhe on top of him, "If you can make me cry, m' gonna' marry you tomorrow."
➤ HAJIME KASHIMO
". . .What did you just say?" You gape at the teal-haired sorcerer, eyes wide as Kashimo suddenly seems to find the floor far more interesting than you. His heel dragging against the ground, scuffing the pristine white of his boot.
Kashimo just clears his throat — once, twice, then pointedly looks anywhere but you. How adorable, you think, watching as he turns away from you, tugging his cream martial robes apart. "Do not make me say it again, dove."
"Baby, if I didn't hear you right the first time, then. . ."
"Just sit on my face, please."
You're grinning, far too sweetly for the medieval sorcerer to keep his cool, "Say less, 'Jime." Almost cooing at the vibrant red flush climbing up Kashimo's back.
It's a once-in-a-blue moon spectacle, the bratty warrior genuinely conceding defeat for his wants. No smug, fanged grin nor insufferable gloating. So, as you watch him practically collapse onto your bed, limbs sprawled and cyan hair pooling around his head in a tangled mess, you clench your thighs subconsciously, already feeling a bit light-headed.
There's a gangly lurch in your steps, a sway to your balance as you're peeling your panties away from damp thighs. Stepping out of your underwear so you can inch just a bit closer, watching as Kashimo's eyes widen. Turquoise eyes, the same disconcerting shade as his glossy hair, widen — glazing over with something far more familiar to you. The same look in Kashimo's eyes when there's a battle that he has to win, and this endeavour warrants no less ambition in him.
"Come here, girl, let me – ouh," Kashimo's voice has hardened into a needy rasp, his eyes not leaving your mound even once, pupils trailing after a single droplet of slick tearing down your thigh. He's hastily slamming his arms forward, wrapping your thighs up in his tight hold.
Laving his sharp, pink tongue over that droplet and groaning, eyes fluttering shut for a split second before he's mouthing soft kisses over the gentle, plush flesh. Catching any more stray strands of slick before the main meal.
But there's a very slight hesitation in your movements, the faintest uncertainty as you hover with aching muscles over Kashimo's torso. Gnawing on your lower lip, contemplating whether you should actually —
"What's wrong, little dove?" Kashimo frowns, scarred hands reaching out to hungrily envelop your thighs, dragging your sopping cunt closer to his chin.
"Are you sure you want me to, uh, –" You're gesturing to his face, trying to convey that you're suddenly having second thoughts about suffocating the sorcerer with thighs around his head, and Kashimo seems to glean your thoughts, clicking his tongue, "Silly, aren't you? Jus' sit, I have you."
"What if you don't want to – . ."
It is a rare thing to see Kashimo smile, a genuine grin without the promise of bloodshed or storms afterwards, but he's snickering now, eyes hazed over with an even rarer fondness. Sharp, toothy fangs peaking out from underneath cherry-lips, "I cannot even tell you how much I want you to just let me have a taste, right now."
And god, he certainly was not exaggerating for the very minute your aching cunt met his lips, Kashimo was drinking you in like a man starved. Teal lashes fluttering closed over his blissful expression, those magenta-lightning marks at the corners of his eyes crinkling as he stifles back a heady moan, "Mmph. . holding out on me with this. How did I go s-so long without – "
You don't even hear the rest of his desperate, pussydrunk words. World already turning into a bright mush of vibrant colours and sounds around you, streaks of blue and lightning-hot white across your eyes. The slick, filthy sounds of your sopping heat dripping over Kashimo's chin, dribbling down onto his neck.
The very tip of his long tongue prodding at your entrance, already slipping past your pussy's ring of muscle, "Fuuuck, 'Jime, feels so, soo good." Unsure on where to even place your jittering hands, settling to run them past the hem of your top. Slipping the fabric off and away, so you can cup your tits, and grip the sensitive flesh.
You see Kashimo's eyes crack open, and a faintly muffled whine reaches your ears, murmured encouragement of just how much he's enjoying the sight being groaned into your wet, glistening pussy, "Soakin' allll over me, little dove. Heh, tryna' drown me?"
You buck your hips over his face with greater force, feeling the bridge of his sharp, handsome nose brush against your clit as you squeal, "Shh, shh, m' already c-close."
"Already?" Kashimo's tastebuds determined to soak every drop of you in, as though you were the sole thing in this world quenching his thirst, "Always t-take suchh good care of you, right? You gotta' s-say that I do – that it's m-me making ya' feel like this."
"You, y-you, 'Jime, only you." You whine, knowing exactly what Kashimo wants to hear, what you truly believe, how he's the only being able to coax such mind blowing pleasure from you. The only one to have you perched over his mouth, gliding yourself back and forth over his glossy, swollen tongue.
"Good, heh." And you suddenly fear that you had grown too complacent, to willing to believe that this would not be another one of Kashimo's battles.
Because the sorcerer's gaze is suddenly all the more focused, laser-sharp with his eyes on the prize, your tacked clit throbbing for attention from his lips. That look when he's capable of going multiple rounds to prove that he can win, and will win. You briefly wonder if there will be any sensation left in your twitching legs by the time Kashimo is done.
suguru has his reasons, always playing the damn gentleman, but the both of you know he is holding back because...there’s no condom in sight.
classic sugu, always the cautious one, his mind wired to be careful, to plan every move, to keep things safe and under control.
he’s lecturing you, that soft, almost scolding tone slipping from his lips about how he’s not about to take risks, how he cares too much to be reckless.
but you?
you don’t give a single fuck about his noble principles right now.
your body’s screaming, burning, aching for him, for the heavy, pulsing weight of his cock buried so deep inside you it steals your breath.
you want him, all of him, right now. no excuses, no waiting for some latex barrier when your desire’s this raw.
he just looks at you, with that amused little smile curling his lips, finding your impatience downright adorable.
“you’re trouble, aren’t you?” he murmurs, teasing you with that quiet, unshakable confidence that twists your stomach into knots.
but you’re not here for his smirks or his smooth-talking restraint, you’re practically vibrating with want, thighs pressing together as you try to make him see how much you need him.
you beg, plead, throw yourself at him, anything to crack that cool exterior. and finally.
finally, he gives in, just a little, his resolve wavering under the weight of your desperation and the barely contained hunger in his own eyes.
but suguru, still won’t go all the way, he’s not that easy to break.
instead of giving you what you’re dying for, he leans in close, and lets the thick, throbbing tip of his cock brush against your clit, rubbing slow circles that send electric shocks through every nerve in your body.
it’s torture, but it still has you gasping, hips bucking to chase more of him, but he holds you down keeping you teetering on the edge.
then, he slips a finger inside you, just one at first, curling it slow and deep, stretching you just enough to make you moan but nowhere near enough to satisfy the gnawing, pulsing ache inside.
he watches you, eyes half lidded, that damn smile still tugging at his lips as he works his finger in and out, adding another when you start to whimper.
it’s not enough, not for you, and if you’re honest, not for him either.
you see it in the way his jaw clenches, the way his breath catches every time his cock accidentally slips lower, the slick head nudging just inside your entrance before he catches himself and pulls back with a low, guttural grunt that betrays how much he’s fighting himself.
each time it happens, when he slides just a little too far, you hear that sound, he’s teetering on the brink of losing all that precious control.
“fuck.” he mutters under his breath, as he forces himself to retreat, to keep rubbing against your clit instead, coating himself in your slickness while you squirm and whine for more.
you try to move, to angle your hips just right, to trick him into slipping deeper, but suguru’s too sharp, too quick. he chuckles, and pins your hips to the bed with one strong hand, his fingers still pumping inside you, while his cock teases your clit with maddening precision.
“you’re gonna kill me...” he chuckles as his own arousal gave him away in the way his dick throbs against you, leaking precum that mixes with your wetness, making every glide slicker.
heianera!sukuna first notices you on a walk around his estate, a new member on his staff working away in the kitchen kneading dough.
heianera!sukuna is intrigued by you, for some foreign reason but ultimately decides to forget about you. After all, you are just a measly human, not worth an ounce of his energy or time.
heianera!sukuna can’t stop thinking about you no matter how hard he tries. So, he orders his chefs to make him fresh bread every day, all so he can walk that same route of his estate and see you.
heianera!sukuna quickly becomes dissatisfied. Seeing you once a day was merely not enough, and as a King he should want for nothing.
“Uraume, bring me the servant girl from the kitchen. I wish to speak with her.”
heianera!sukuna observes you as you stand before him, such a small creature who could do nothing to harm him. He wondered why on earth he found you as endearing as he did.
heianera!sukuna appoints you as his personal servant, and you only. If he wants to have you, he may as well make the journey worthwhile, and who would he be if as the King of curses he wasn’t mischievous?
Bf Sukuna doesn’t like sharing your attention.
When you’re talking to someone else for too long, he’ll move closer — slow and deliberate, his presence thick enough to make the air heavy. An arm snakes around your waist, his thumb drawing lazy circles against your skin. It’s subtle, but the message is clear. His hand lingers just long enough for the other person to get the hint: you’re his, and he doesn’t share.
Bf Sukuna whose love language is proximity.
He always has to be touching you — his pinky linked with yours, his hand on your thigh, fingers tangled lazily in your hair. It’s not about control; it’s his way of grounding himself. When his hands are on you, the world feels quieter. You’re real. You’re his anchor in a life soaked with blood and chaos.
Bf Sukuna who gets quiet when jealous.
He won’t yell or throw a tantrum — no, Sukuna’s jealousy is quieter, colder. His gaze will fix on you, unreadable but burning. A faint smirk curls his lips, but his eyes betray the storm beneath. Later, when you’re alone, he’ll pull you in — your back pressed to his chest, his breath ghosting over your ear as he murmurs,
“You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
Bf Sukuna with a subtle dominance in public.
He’s not the type to make a scene — he doesn’t have to. When he introduces you, his voice dips low, deliberate:
“Yeah, that’s my woman.”
And that word my lands heavy — not just possessive, but protective, final. Anyone with sense doesn’t need to hear it twice.
Bf Sukuna who gets a little clingy when you’re out of reach.
If you don’t text back, he tells himself it’s fine — but the edge in his voice betrays him. He’ll pace, scowl, mutter something about “mortals and their distractions.” The second your name lights up his screen, though, his smirk returns.
“Tch. Thought you forgot me for a second there, sweetheart.”
Bf Sukuna who spoils you — but only to claim you.
Gold rings, fine silk, even his hoodies — every gift is a quiet mark. Something to remind you (and everyone else) that you’re his. He’ll tilt your chin up, eyes gleaming with amusement as he murmurs,
“Keep it on. I like seeing my things on you.”
And he means everything by that.
Bf Sukuna who doesn’t trust anyone near you — not even allies.
If someone so much as stands too close, his aura shifts. The air tightens, his cursed energy flaring just enough for them to feel it. He doesn’t have to say a word — the warning is written in every drop of pressure that seeps from his presence.
Bf Sukuna who watches you constantly, even when you think he’s not.
His eyes follow you across the room, lingering longer than necessary. Sometimes you catch him smirking, that lazy, dangerous kind of grin that says he’s already thought about what would happen if anyone tried to take you away from him — and it’s not pretty.
Bf Sukuna who hates being ignored.
You don’t respond when he talks? He’ll tilt your chin up between two fingers, forcing your gaze to meet his.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, brat.”
But his tone isn’t really angry — it’s laced with amusement. He loves your defiance almost as much as he loves breaking it.
Bf Sukuna who loves marking you in quiet ways.
Not just physical marks — though he adores those — but little habits. You start using his slang, wearing his colors, moving through the world with a touch of his attitude, and maybe some hickeys. It makes him grin, knowing pieces of him live in you without you even realizing it.
Bf Sukuna who can’t stand when you’re upset with him.
He’ll act nonchalant, lounging like he doesn’t care. But if you give him the silent treatment for too long, he’ll sigh, drag you into his lap, and grumble,
“You’re angry at me, huh? …Fine. Just stay mad right here.”
He won’t apologize easily — but his hands will do all the talking.
Bf Sukuna who’s overprotective when you’re hurt.
Even a scratch has him frowning. He’ll patch you up roughly, muttering curses about “fragile humans,” but his touch stays careful. You’ll catch his eyes softening for a second — before he looks away with a low,
“Don’t scare me like that again.”
Bf Sukuna who likes when people fear how much he loves you.
He’ll rest his hand on your hip in front of others, his grin sharp enough to cut. Everyone can feel it — that terrifying mix of adoration and danger radiating from him. He wants them to understand: loving him isn’t something safe, but it’s something that will consume you entirely.
Bf Sukuna who secretly memorizes everything about you.
The sound of your laugh, the way you fidget when nervous, the tilt of your head when thinking — all stored away in the chaos of his mind. You don’t even realize he notices, but he does. And gods help anyone who dares to touch what he’s decided is his to protect.
Bf Sukuna who’s gentler than he’ll ever admit.
At night, when everything’s quiet, his hand will rest over yours — no teasing, no games. Just warmth. His voice drops low, barely a whisper,
“You have no idea how much I’d burn the world for you.”
It’s not a threat. It’s a vow
sum. gojo satoru doesn’t give a damn about the Gojo clan’s rules—or their obsession with heirs. when the elders start whining about the “three childless years” of his marriage, Gojo decides to make a statement the only way he knows how: folding his wife into a mating press right inside the clan estate, making sure every creak of the floors and every shameless moan carries into their ears.
warnings. exhibitionism, breeding kink, degradation/petty clan disrespect, public sex (balcony), loud sex with intentional audience, creampie, mating press, gojo being the cockiest bastard alive, dubiously-consensual audience (elders overhearing).
cherry’s note. my first post of kinktober—kinda nervous but here we go. things might be scrapped, added and edited poorly due to my busy schedule but i tried my best<3
You hated Kyoto. Not because of the streets, or the food, or even the suffocating quiet of the Gojo estate—it was the people inside it that made your skin crawl. The elders with their narrow eyes and wrinkled mouths that opened only to spit tradition, lineage, and duty. Every time they summoned Gojo back, it was the same script.
And every time, your husband showed up with you on his arm, grinning like the devil himself had walked into the room.
“Still so grumpy, huh?” he teased, leaning down to whisper in your ear as you stepped over the polished wood floors of the clan’s council hall. “Don’t pout, wifey. Remember, they hate when you look prettier than their great-grandkids.”
You gave him a look, but his sunglasses were already trained forward, smile stretching wide. His hand tightened on your waist, deliberately pulling you closer as the elders’ mutters grew louder.
They hated you. Not because of who you were, but because you weren’t one of them. They’d offered Gojo a string of arranged marriages in the past, promising him prestige, a powerful heir, and obedience. He’d flipped them the bird—politely, of course, in his own Gojo way—and married you instead. His long-time girlfriend, his love, his favorite thing to flaunt.
He made sure to rub it in every time.
The meeting was already dragging, elders droning about “the future of the clan” and “the necessity of securing the next generation.” You tried to keep your eyes from glazing over, but beside you, Gojo was restless in his chair. Not that anyone else would notice—his expression was the picture of lazy indifference. But his hand… oh, his hand was the problem.
It started innocent. Palm resting heavy on your thigh under the low table. Then his thumb drew lazy circles, sliding higher and higher until you clamped your knees shut.
“Satoru,” you hissed softly, swatting at him.
He leaned close, breath warm against your ear. “What? I’m just listening.” His smirk widened. “Well, not to them. I’m thinking about how easy it’d be to fold you in half once we’re done here.”
Heat rushed to your face, and you shifted, hoping the elders were too busy lecturing to notice. Unfortunately, Gojo didn’t stop. His fingers inched higher, pressing against the fabric of your dress. Just enough pressure to make you squeeze your thighs together, not enough to satisfy.
You swallowed hard, eyes darting across the hall. No one was looking. All attention was on the head elder, voice rattling about heirs and duty.
Gojo chuckled under his breath. “Hear that, wifey? They want an heir.” He gave you a squeeze, smirk curling filthy. “Good thing I’m such a responsible husband.”
Your nails dug into his arm, but he only grinned wider. His fingers tapped your inner thigh like a drumbeat, deliberate, teasing, making your pulse hammer harder with each stroke. You shifted again, thighs pressing together, but he leaned close enough for you to feel his smirk.
“Bet you’re already wet just thinking about it,” he whispered, so low only you could hear. “Me filling you up, over and over, until it sticks.”
Your breath hitched, and he laughed—soft, smug, wicked. He loved seeing you squirm while he sat there, picture-perfect in his clan’s most formal room.
By the time the lecture ended, you were wound tight, thighs trembling with the effort of holding still. The elders dismissed you both with curt nods, no doubt expecting Gojo to take their scolding to heart.
He didn’t. The second the doors slid shut behind you, he laced his fingers with yours and tugged you down the polished hall.
“Satoru, the guest room—”
“Exactly.” He kicked the sliding door open with his foot, pulling you inside. The paper walls were thin as ever, the silence of the estate heavy around you. Perfect.
He shoved the door shut, pinned you against it with one fluid motion, and pressed his mouth to yours in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and pent-up hunger. His hands were already on your dress, bunching the fabric up, sliding higher with greedy impatience.
“They wanna hear about heirs?” he panted against your lips, teeth catching your bottom lip hard enough to sting. “Fine. I’ll give ’em one. I’ll give ’em the show of their lives.”
Your breath caught, half from his words, half from the way his hands were already pushing your thighs apart, lifting you like you weighed nothing. He carried you to the futon, tossing you down so the thin mattress hit the wood floor with a thump.
“Spread those legs, wifey,” he ordered, voice dropping low. “Let’s make sure they hear exactly how good their clan’s strongest fucks his wife.”
Your pulse hammered as he crawled over you, his sunglasses finally sliding off to reveal those eyes—hungry, mischievous, endless. His mouth curved into that familiar, dangerous grin.
And when he pressed your knees to your chest, folding you into a perfect mating press, you knew exactly how loud this night was going to be.
Your knees were pressed to your chest, ankles hooked over Gojo’s shoulders, the thin futon creaking beneath you. He had you folded tight, body already trembling from the weight of his gaze, his grin, his unshakable arrogance.
“You look so pretty like this,” he cooed, eyes glinting with wicked promise. His thumb brushed across your lower lip before he pressed it in, making you suck. “My perfect little wife. Gonna let me fuck a baby into you?”
You moaned around his thumb, heat crawling across your cheeks. The words hit harder than the rough kiss he’d given you minutes before. Gojo chuckled, pulling his thumb free, slick with your spit, and dragged it down to smear across your clit.
“Good girl. Already wet,” he murmured, voice loud enough to carry through the paper walls. You stiffened, heart pounding, but he only laughed louder. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Let ’em hear how much you want this.”
He didn’t waste time. The moment his cock pressed against your entrance, you felt your breath hitch. He teased you first—slow pushes just against the edge, the head dragging back and forth, parting your folds, making your cunt throb.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice low and deliberate, as though he wanted every elder down the hall to hear. “This tight pussy’s been waiting all through that boring ass meeting, huh? Bet they knew I was gonna wreck you the second we walked out.”
“Satoru—” you gasped, cutting yourself off with a cry when he slammed in all at once, burying himself to the hilt. Your back arched, the breath knocked from your lungs, and Gojo groaned, head dropping to the crook of your neck.
“Shit, yeah,” he panted, hips grinding deep. “That’s it, wifey. Take it all. Gonna keep you stuffed full ‘til you’re round with my kid.”
His pace was brutal from the start. No gentle easing, no slow rhythm—just sharp, deep thrusts that drove you into the futon, the wood floor rattling beneath it. The sound was obscene: skin slapping, your cries spilling into the silence, his voice riding over it all.
“Fuck, listen to that,” he groaned, one hand pressing hard on your stomach so you could feel the drag of his cock inside you. “Bet the whole clan can hear how wet you are for me. You like this, huh? Being fucked like a cumdump in their precious compound?”
Your nails clawed down his arms, desperate for something to hold onto. The pressure, the angle, the intensity—it was too much, too perfect. He knew exactly how to fold you, how to hit that spot that made your vision spark.
“Say it,” he demanded, leaning close, tongue dragging up your cheek before his teeth caught your ear. “Say you want me to breed you. Let ’em hear who you belong to.”
Your lips parted, words tumbling out between ragged breaths. “I—I want it, ‘toru—please—fill me up—”
His grin was feral. He slammed harder, the futon scraping against the floor, your moans ringing through the thin walls like music. “Good fucking girl. That’s my wife.”
His hand shifted from your stomach to your throat, squeezing lightly, just enough to make your head spin. His pace never faltered, brutal thrusts punching cries from your lips, his dirty praise soaking your ears.
“Gonna knock you up right here,” he rasped, loud, clear, taunting the shadows beyond the walls. “Gonna fuck an heir into you while those old farts sit there pretending they don’t hear how good I make you scream.”
You were sobbing now, the overwhelming stretch and the relentless pace tipping you into that sweet, dizzy edge. Your body shook, legs trembling against his shoulders, every nerve alight.
“C’mon, baby,” he coaxed, voice slipping softer, but still carrying. “Give it to me. Cum for me. Let the whole clan know who owns this pussy.”
The coil snapped, and you cried out, body arching, walls clenching hard around him. The sound tore through the silence, raw and shameless. Gojo groaned, hips grinding through your orgasm, milking you for everything.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s it. Cream on my cock, wifey. Gonna give you another one—”
And then he was spilling inside you, hot and deep, his head thrown back, groan sharp and guttural. He didn’t hold back. Every drop pumped into you with rough, deep thrusts, ensuring nothing leaked.
When he pulled back to look, the sight made his grin widen. “Mm, look at that. Stuffed full already. But we’re not done, baby. Not until they’re praying to the gods you don’t get pregnant.”
He shifted, pulling your legs tighter, folding you even further as he slammed back in. His stamina was endless, his grin wide, his voice merciless.
“Round two,” he announced, deliberately loud, as if he were addressing the entire clan. “Better pay attention, old men. This is how you make an heir.”
Your body jolted with every thrust, mind unraveling under the relentless rhythm. Tears streaked your cheeks, but Gojo only kissed them away, groaning into your mouth as he fucked you through another climax.
“Yeah, cry for me, wifey,” he murmured, tongue sweeping into your mouth. “Every tear, every scream—let ’em all know. You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”
And he didn’t stop. Not when you begged, not when your voice broke, not even when your body went limp under him. His pace was unrelenting, his dirty words loud, shameless, cruel.
Because this wasn’t just sex. This was a performance. A show for the clan. A giant middle finger wrapped in sweat and moans and the sound of your cunt being fucked raw.
By the time he spilled inside you again, it was dripping down your thighs, soaking the futon. You were dazed, shaking, clinging to him as though he was the only thing tethering you to reality.
And he was still grinning, lips brushing your temple, voice a loud, taunting purr.
“Guess the Gojo clan got their answer, huh?”
The sliding doors creaked open, letting in a rush of cool Kyoto night air. Gojo didn’t even bother pulling the curtains shut. Nah, that would ruin his whole plan. He wanted every elder with their stuck-up ears pressed to the walls to choke on the sounds of you screaming his name.
“Balcony sex, baby,” he grinned, carrying you out with his cock still buried deep inside you like it belonged there, because it did. “Scenic view, fresh air, plus it’ll piss those fossils off even more. Triple win.”
“Gojo—” you tried to scold him, but your words broke into a gasp when he slammed you against the cold railing. Your legs wrapped around his waist out of instinct, your bare thighs catching on his still half-buttoned uniform.
He leaned down, nipping your jaw, whispering loud enough to echo, “Bet they’re listening right now, praying their ‘honored one’ doesn’t give the clan an heir this way. Joke’s on them, huh? Gonna make you so full, they’ll hear the way I fuck my babies into you.”
His hips snapped forward brutally, making the railing rattle under your back. The sound wasn’t subtle. Every thrust sent a sharp clang reverberating across the quiet courtyard, like a war drum announcing the most scandalous kind of victory.
Your head tilted back, eyes catching the stars over Kyoto, but your voice was what Gojo was focused on. He wanted it loud. He wanted the whole damn clan to hear your cries bouncing against the estate walls.
“Satoru—! Someone will—ahhh—hear us!”
“That’s the point, sweetheart.” His laugh was all teeth and sin, hips rolling deep and mean. “Let ‘em choke on it. They wanted me to make an heir? Fine, I’ll do it while they sit around wringing their hands. Gonna pump you full right here, under the same moon their ancestors prayed to.”
The cold night air bit your skin, but his body heat burned hotter than shame. Your fingers clawed into his back through his shirt, pulling him closer. He bent you in a filthy mimicry of a bow, railing you against the railing until your thighs quivered from strain.
And when he grabbed your chin, forcing your lips apart with two fingers, he growled, “Say it louder. Let them know you belong to me, not their stupid clan.”
Your moans spilled raw and unrestrained, every sharp sound shooting into the courtyard below like arrows. Somewhere deep inside the house, you swore you heard a door slam. Gojo only smirked wider, rutting harder into you, the creak of the balcony railing threatening to give.
When your orgasm ripped through you, your cry echoed like a siren over the entire estate, shameless, uncontrollable. Gojo kissed the sound right off your lips, drinking it down, before grinding even deeper into your trembling body.
“Good girl,” he hissed against your mouth. “Now take it. Take it all. Let them hear their precious heir being made.”
And then he spilled into you with a guttural groan, so loud, so obscene, the neighbors three estates over probably knew what happened. His forehead dropped to yours, cock twitching inside you, railing still vibrating under the aftermath.
When your breathing steadied, he snorted, smug as ever. “Think they’ll call another clan meeting tomorrow? Can’t wait to bring you again.”
