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[gojospet]

about me ! ᯓ★

my name is ray :3 prns; she/they , 18yrsold

gojo & toji luvr ♡ scara’s doll ᡣ𐭩

fandoms i write for ; jjk , genshin impact , hsr & bsd

i only write for male characters + only fem readers, i also mostly write smut but i write fluff too!!

might disappear every once in a while💔

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[nanamiskentos]

WHAT HAPPENS IN THE PRISON REALM STAYS IN THE PRISON REALM ! ★ gojo satoru

prologue ⋆ ★ just your luck, getting sealed in the prison realm with the strongest sorcerer of this day and age. well, he's typically the strongest. unless it comes to you.

pairing ⋆ ★ gojo satoru x reader genre tags & warnings ⋆ ★ afab!reader, sorta crack 😭 — use of blindfold, incorrect use of jujutsu, óral (f), pànty-fúcking, desperate and FERAL gojo, màting press, brééding, cérvix kissin' and creàmpiés lmfao, óverstim...

word count ⋆ ★ 4.7k! a/n ⋆ ★ gorgeous art by the amazing @baobei-bu 💖 highly recommend checking out their twt 🤭

"are you in the prison realm because ya' got sealed, or did you get sealed because you ended up in the prison realm?"

you grind tired molars together, willing your hands to stay put instead of wrapping around gojo satoru's wretched neck, "the fuck are you talkin' about?"

gojo just clicks his tongue lazily, sprawled out on the unsettling, clattering bones of the prison realm, "jus' musing. it's getting real existential here."

"it's been, what, two hours? and you're already losing it." you wrap your arms tightly around your knees, pulling them to your chest in some effort to combat the cool chill of this...prison. "you realise that this is literally all your fault though, right?"

gojo's eyes flutter open, sky-blue hues that glint with outrage, "what?" he's squawking, undignified, "don't start this again."

"oh, i will," you're jabbing a finger towards him, scowling, "i didn't have any beef with geto. not even after he went off the rails with all that murder shit. didn't do a damn thing to get stuck in here as well."

"oi," a shadow flickers over gojo's face, "whatever that thing is, it's not suguru. y'don't gotta' trust me on much else, but trust me on that."

eyes narrowing, you catch some truth in the sorcerer's defensive tone. whatever. not your circus, not your monkeys. you know better than to pick at gojo satoru's old wounds, "whatever, it's got his face. and you had one job last year when —"

gojo interrupts you with a faux, hacking cough that quickly melts into a groan. throwing his head back as though your tirade is a mere inconvenience, or a tiresome lecture. arms stretching upwards, long limbs unfolding as he arches his back.

phew. a sliver of pale skin peeks out from underneath the dark uniform of his jacket, smooth and taut over slabs of toned muscle, flashing just long enough to derail your thoughts.

"heh. no lookin', pretty," gojo snickers with half-lidded eyes, "what if i'm shy?"

a skull's clattering against the floor as you wrap your hands around rough bone, chucking it at gojo with all the force you can master. he's dodging it effortlessly, ugh. of course.

you don't hate gojo satoru. in fact, it would be a bold-faced lie to claim even a shred of dislike. far from it. your co-worker is...bearable in some circumstances, and it doesn't hurt that he's awfully easy on the eyes.

but nowhere in your grand master plan to bag the strongest sorcerer of the modern age did you imagine being sealed with him. there's a faint worry in the back of your head, wondering just how badly the world is falling apart outside. what, with that geto look-alike still running amok. tokyo? in flames. shibuya? well, you hope it's not rubble.

but it's hard to focus when gojo lounges in front of you, long legs stretched out and muscular thighs spread obnoxiously wide. he's absently tracing patterns on the eerie bones, "wanna' play rock-paper-scissors again?" sounding oddly chipper despite the dire fate of the world teetering on a knife's edge.

"we already did that. and you cheated."

"did not," gojo drawls, blue eyes disappearing to the back of his eyes in mock offense, "yer' just a sore loser."

a beat of silence, and then, "how about i spy?"

you raise a brow, glancing around at your five-star accomadation. the infinite expanse of dull bones and dismembered skulls, "fine. i spy with my little eye...an endless pile of bones. and an overgrown furby sitting right in front of me."

gojo whistles, low as he scrunches up his blindfold, tossing the black silk at you, "touché," head leaning back, groaning, "i'm jus' so bored."

"hah. if you were in here alone, you'd go mad," you mutter, scooching just a bit closer without thinking. this prison realm seems colder than it should be, and it's better to stay close for warmth, right? yeah. right, that's exactly what you tell yourself.

"probably. but it's not like we can crack this stupid place," gojo scowls, "trust me, spent the first hour givin' it my all. wasn't exactly expecting it either."

"yeah, i know," you sigh, avoiding the bright cerulean gaze that's currently resting on you, almost as though it's determined to take in the sight of you, "time doesn't pass in here, right? we're gonna' have to think of something."

the corner of gojo's mouth twitch, candy-pink lines curling up, "time stands still," and then, the man's giving you an odd, focused look that's almost sheepish, "besides, you're in here too, so i can't — y'know."

"you can't what?"

gojo snickers, whistling as he makes a quick, pumping motion over his abdomen, jerking his hand up and down, "you know."

you gape at the white-haired man, the sudden thump-thump of your heart rattling in your chest. it's ringing in your ears, "you're shameless," you mutter, dragging your gaze anywhere but him. the floor, the ceiling of this accursed place, anywhere but the faint amusement painting gojo's face.

"i never skip arm day."

you make a face, a faux-grimace, wondering how on earth you're attracted to this man. a charade and a pretense that you're keeping for yourself, because your neck is burning and heat creeps up your skin like a slow, curling flame. oh, you're a lost cause.

the laughter's melted from gojo's face, and the teasing spark in his eyes has given way to something suddenly more embarrassed, and flushed. expectant even, as there's a dusting of pink suddenly mottled on his cheekbones.

your gaze drops to his lap, mouth going a tad dry at the sudden, thick curve straining against his pants, "oh, y'serious. i mean, really, now? here?"

gojo scrambles backwards suddenly, folding his long legs beneath him like a panicked deer caught in the headlights, "hey. okay, wait! 'm stuck in here w'you and you're always looking so pretty and — don't make that face, hear me out." his ears are tipped with pink, just as obvious as the flush climbing up his neck, "and you're sitting so close, what am i meant to do? 'm only a simple man, sweetheart."

you swallow, as though there's a rough cotton ball caught in your throat, "this is really how you wanna' pass the time? i mean, we got eternity in here."

gojo's lips curl up again, maddening and cocky, as though he already knows the crass scenarios passing through your head, but theres a softer flash of vulnerability in his eyes. his gaze drops to your mouth, darkening with an expression that you've never seen on him before, "who's gonna know?"

your resolve snaps, and with it, all thoughts of the outside world. fuck it.

you're clambering forward, a sudden urge of want pushing you into his wide lap. not even giving him a chance to jest, and tease, or to say one more insufferable thing. your hands balance on gojo's broad shoulders for balance, pressing your mouth to his.

it's firm and certain, tasting the heat of his surprise and the faintest laugh that dies between you. you can taste something else as well, like cool and sweet mint. and blood, still hot and rearing from earlier fights.

gojo makes a muffled sound, somewhere between a gasp and a heady groan, and his hands suddenly come alive, rough palms sliding around your waist, pulling you so much closer. like he's holding a dream that might still disappear.

"heh, someone's just as needy," gojo murmurs, teeth grazing against the hot shell of your ear. the large expanse of his palm grazes at your chest, and a moan falls from your lips, arching your back into his touch, "s-shut up. i wasn't the one who h-had their legs spread, waiting for someone to climb on."

your groan leads gojo to make a sound like he's been wounded, desperate and tight against your skin. glossy mouth pressing at the curve of your throat, as fangs nip into the thin skin. leaving marks, this you know. cool hands slide under the hem of your own uniform, brushing gently over bare skin as his lips continue to chase your own.

sucking, and nipping at wherever his teeth can find, gojo's tugging at your top, pulling it off so you have little choice but to curl into him from the cold. chilled air hitting your bare skin, as he laughs, "aw, cold got to ya', eh? 's not to worry, i'll keep you nice and warm."

blue eyes that glow practically trained on the soft swell of your chest, reverent as though he had all the time in the world to take you in. which, at this point, gojo did. slicked lips pressing a gentle kiss to your cupped chest, white strands of hair falling over his face as he buries himself in, "i can take this off, right?" voice raspier, like rock against stone, in a lower register than you've ever heard it.

"wan' you too," you rock your hips sharper this time, more insistent, agains the hard bulge straining against his pants, "no-one's gonna' see, right?"

gojo's fingers deftly unclasp the hook, "hah, if they do, i'd rip their eyes out, can't have anyone else lookin' at m'girl like that," the strongest sorcerer in the world's gently peeling the fabric away. leaning in to kiss you again as though he's entirely drunk on the taste of you, and only you.

pale lips curling around your pert bud, hands softly pawing at your breasts as you gasp, and writhe, suddenly far more sensitive with each second that passes of gojo's attentive ministrations, "s-satoru, 'm feeling so —"

"so, what?" gojo grins, sucking a violet bruise right over your breasts, white lashes fluttering up to look at you, "yer' looking just as ruined as me, pretty."

"take them off," it's more of an order on your end, but gojo complies and he seems to know exactly what you want, exactly what you're talking about, as his hands dip to the waistband of your pants, long fingers pushing over your hips to centre themselves right where you're getting desperate for him.

"i've got ya', just carefully, yeah, lean back," he's flipping the two of you over, so he's leaning over you now, gently resting you on your discarded jacket, "heh, 'm just gonna' — yeah, there we go," hands pulling at your pants until he's tugged them off you, and gojo's eyes are wide at the sight of your drenched panties.

if you thought gojo satoru looked needy and whiny before, nothing prepares you for the sight of him gnawing at his glossy lower lip, eyes aglow as he seems to shudder, "wan' me to put the blindfold on ya', sweetheart? think we could have a lotta' fun like that, only if that's what y'want."

you eye the black silk that he discarded and tossed at you, not so long ago, pawing and reaching for it as gojo chuckles, "ohh, atta' girl, y'not gonna' need to do anything, but just lay back and use ya' words."

the snowy-haired man's surprisingly soft with it, pressing a tender kiss to your waiting lips, as he loops the fold over your eyes, obscuring your vision, "gojo's right here for ya', just relax."

you can hear the sharp hitch rock his breath, his hand mildly pressed onto your thighs as he gently nudges your thighs apart, and you can feel the chill of the air sting at your hot, sopping folds.

"s-so pretty," the strongest is slurring his words, "yer' practically dripping onto my hand and i've barely touched her. barely even gotten a good, fuck, a good taste."

"i know we're meant'ta be getting outta' this place," gojo murmurs, breath hot against your slicked panties, "but i really would lose my mind if i didn't get to do this first."

'this' being gojo pressing a quick kiss to the soaked fabric, and you can feel him smile against your thigh as you whine at the sensation, with each movement being so much more electric and heightened with the blindfold covering your vision.

"heyyy," gojo mutters, feeling at your thighs clench and kick, "no need to get antsy, 'm right here." tongue ghosting and teasing at your cunt again, "pretty thing, isn't she?"

rrrrrrip!

the way gojo's been pawing at you, you should have guessed that he was forgetting that the prison realm did not have an unlimited supply of undergarments, and that damp and muffled screech all but confirms it. he's torn your panties off, and you can't see where he's got them now.

but you can guess. for you can hear laboured breathing, and whiny praises falling from gojo's lips, and the sound of a buckle being undone. gojo's leaning back up to kiss you now, to nip and suckle at your lower lip while his hand tugs continuously at something. you can't see it, but you can feel the heavy, fat tip prod at your thighs. the sound of damp fabric being slapped against skin, plap over and over again.

"hahh, i don't think ya' know jus' how much i've wanted this, pretty," gojo breathes into your mouth, the other hand coming up to curl at the nape of your neck, loving even, "can ya' spread 'em a bit wider for me? that's it, just let me through."

he's now slotted between your thighs, large palms spreading you open as you can feel your panties still looped and dangling around his wrist, like the most lewd, keepsake cuff.

"satoru, wan' you to just — oh! oh, fuck!"

gojo's already dived right in, as though you were his last meal, swiping a tongue in quick stripes over your drooling cunt. starting near your glistening entrance, slowly climbing his way to the top where he presses gentle nips at your clit.

every single legible thought in your mind turns to a glorious mush, a senseless babble quickly falling from your lips as your hands shoot out, desperate for something to hold onto. finding the nape of gojo's neck, and curling your fingers into his pale hair as he licks at your soaked heat.

thick fingers are bruising at your hips, hooked and deeply pressed into your flesh, all the while gojo's practically making out with your cunt, primal and nasty. it's messy, absurdly so, and you can feel hot thwacks! of slick flying out against your thighs. you can only imagine how it's painting gojo's face, rendering him pussydrunk and so glossy and pretty.

"sweetheart, you're so sweet, ya' know that, right? so fuckin' sweet, heh, i mean, you don't even know how i've been dreaming of this, but now that you're here," gojo thumbs at your cunt, pushing slick-tacked folds apart to view his handiwork, "all spread so pretty for me, who woulda' thought?"

"m-more, please," you're practically mewling, jolting at the sensation of each sticky kiss that gojo plants on you, "more, fuck."

you can hear the crude smile in gojo's tone as he spits a thick glob onto your cunt, "what's the magic word, pretty?"

you don't even care to think, to pull a coherent sentence or plea from your mouth as he picks up the pace, "i d-don't know, satoru! but, god, fuck, fuck, please 'toru, i jus' —"

his grip on your hips tightens, "what?" a cutting, sharp sound as though he's been struck dumb, "what'd ya' just say, sweetheart?"

you don't even know how to form syllables now, such is the effect of gojo munching at your slick heat, "wanted more? huh, 'toru?" grinding your cunt against his face, rocking your hips sharply so you can feel the beakish point of his nose brush against your clit.

"toru, ya' called me," and you can hear the desperation and want painting gojo's words, drawing his voice out into a whine, "never thought hearing that from your lips would fuck w'me so much."

safe to say that gojo satoru would have a hard time letting go of you ever again. wind, hail, fire or prison realm — the strongest was going to have his way with you. his pretty girl, all spread pretty and dewy for him to feast on.

gojo's fingers are long, splitting you open as he begins to slide the digits right up into you. scissoring you open at a bullying pace, so you can only cry and squirm from where you are, "faster, f-fuck, your mouth too, 'toru!"

"whatever ya' want from me, 'm all yours to give," gojo murmurs, pressing a soft bite into the fat of your thighs, pushing his tongue into your entrance too, teasing at the outer edges of your gummy walls, "s'so tight, and 'm only using m'hands and this mouth," the tip of the muscle being sucked in by your pretty, sopping folds.

two lengthy fingers still pushing through your walls, exploring every crevice and sticky orifice that he can find, before rough pads brush past a spot that makes you scream, "oouh, m'girl's sensitive there?"

"s-satoru," you try to take in heavy swathes of air into your lungs, feeling much of the world fall away as gojo's nose grinds at your clit, each brush making you jerk your hips up and up, till you're seeing stars.

and oh, you're definitely seeing the whole damn night sky like this. you don't know what it is that he's doing, that sharp buzz faintly running in your ears, that faint crackle of energy that makes you jolt, but you can guess, "hah, 's not fair, using j-jujutsu, 'm gonna cum, m'really gonna cum!"

"now," it's a command, and you can hear it in gojo's ruined tone, that he needs to see you fall apart like this, needs to taste your release on his tongue and you writhe, as tears prick at your lashes underneath the blindfold, your orgasm washing over you in pulsing waves that leave you limp and boneless.

gojo's hands are trailing up again, leaning upwards to gently pull the blindfold from your eyes, and oh, what a sight! the white-haired man looks breathless, as though the air has been stolen away from him. eyes glowing with running cursed energy, a bright light in the dark that has your thighs clenching at how feral he looks. glossy lips dripping syrup over his chin, and how utterly pleased he looks.

"thereee you are," gojo murmurs, pressing his lips hotly to your own, "can ya' taste how sweet y'are?" each sticky kiss leaving you dizzy, but not as giddy as you feel when your eyes drop lower.

your panties still wrapped around his wrist, uniform sleeve pushed up so you can see where your slick has dampened the pale dusting of hair on his arm. and there, well, eyes on the prize as they say.

he's bigger than anyone else that you've ever seen. it seems fitting that gojo satoru's cock is just as girthy, and beefy as he is. curling upwards in a thick shaft that's kissing wet smears of fluid over his jacket, staining it.

"that's not gonna' fit," the only logical thing you can say right now, eyeing the pink, swollen head of his cock and how it glows.

the sorcerer's tilting his head, "we can make it fit," hand reaching out to run gentle strokes across your knuckle, "we got allll the time in the world to make it fit, don't we? and, heh, i don't think our audience really minds, do ya'?"

you scowl at the reminder of the clattering skulls still chittering away, mindlessly thrumming in the walls of this stupid cube. but you're never one to complain when faced with a site such as this, gojo wrapping long fingers against his cock to glide the head through your syrupy folds. the wide, throbbing head snagging at the sopping walls of your entrance. all while you pull him in closer, nails already beginning to tear lightly at his back.

"kiss m-me, 'toru."

gojo looks up from where he seems mesmerised, taken by the sight of your glossy folds seem to welcome his cock's touch, "what was that, sweetheart?"

"kiss me," you gasp, feeling him press further against you, the tip running circles right over your clit, "when ya' put it in, please."

despite the fact that he was previously nose-deep in your cunt, not five minutes ago, and the fact that he's been pawing your clothes off in a cursed prison realm with no shame, now it seems like you've truly stumped the man. rendered him speechless and flushed, as he ducks his head into the crook of your neck.

"awh," gojo murmurs, "pretty girl wants me kissin' her, fuck, ya' don't know what you're asking. or how much y'ruin me," he's taking your mouth into a heart stopping kiss, searing before he breaks away to press light pecks to the corner of your mouth, "hold on, biiig stretch for m'now, but i've got ya', just — ohhh."

gojo feels his own thoughts dissipate as he's pushing into your cunt. every previous subconscious worry of what on earth he had gotten himself (and you, when that fuck-ass clone showed up on the train platform) falling away as he's left with only you. just you, and this maddening cunt that he's ready to call home. forever.

"s-s-so tight," the strongest stutters, "fuck" his hands already pulling at your thighs to spread them wider, so he can bully more hot inches in, just so he can hear the smack! of skin against skin.

you're squealing, digging sharp tips of your nails into faint lines that are definitely gonna' paint his back, "eeh, it's b-big, 'toru." it feels like he's truly split you open, and well, fuck, you'd be lying if you said that you weren't pleased at how you finally got the strongest sorcerer spitting cuntstruck praises into your mouth.

you whimper, the sound falling softly from you as he bottoms out, and chuckles, swiping a slick thumb over your chin, "see? we really did it together, heh," like he's awarding you some participation in a teamwork exercise, "i'm all up in ya' and her," he's patting at your abdomen, right where you know there's a soft divot, a bulge that curls upwards.

the thick, hot tip of his cock pressing messy kisses to your inner walls, throbbing and pulsing. each vein bulging within you, "y'gonna cum in me, right, 'toru? gonna' finish right in —"

gojo stares at you, bewildered for a split second, like you've truly shocked him. blue eyes wide and expressionless for a second, before something far more pained crosses his face, tongue poking out of red, kiss-bitten lips.

"satoru?"

the strongest sorcerer snaps, pushing himself upwards, and dragging you up along side him, rough palms coming up to tug at your thighs, your calves. pulling them over his shoulders, a reverent kiss pressed to your ankle as gojo snarls, "ya' got no idea, do ya'? talkin' out of your slutty cunt, not even knowin' what you're doin' to me? huh?

gojo's now pressing down into you, with such force that it makes your thighs ache and smart, but you can't even bring yourself to care. practically folded in half neatly in a brutal mating press as his cock rummages inside you at a snappish, crazed pace. as though he's desperate to find where he can push into you the most, to have the leaky head kiss at the entrance of your womb.

and oh, gojo's enjoying the view. thinking that he's content with being faced with the bounce, and jolt of your chest against his, the way that your lips part and flutter around each muffled whine and cry of his name. the hazy glimmer that falls over your cockdrunk expression, like he's the only one for you. his own thighs ripple and bulge with each snap, cock pulsing into the depths of your core. kissing your cervix over and over in pleasurable stings.

"sweetheart, fuck," gojo's gasping, tugging at your lips. you don't miss crystalline droplets pooling on the edges of long, white lashes. the shuddering breaths that he takes into his lungs as you've practically snatched his mind and rationality away with the tight heat of your cunt, "n-never felt like this before. ya' drivin' me mad. fuck, fuck, oh, this pussy was jus' made for me, hah."

in the dim glow of this accursed place, the sheen of his eyes seems all the more intense. storm clouds gathering and parting all at once, striking electric sparks that leave you breathless. he's moving at a pace so feral that you can feel tight, heavy balls smack against your ass. desperate to empty themselves into you, just as you had begged.

"gonna' cum, pretty," gojo whines into your panting mouth, eyes fluttering shut as a tear or two streaks away from his waterline, "jus' snatching me so fuckin' tight."

you hammer your hips up to meet his, to feel that delicious tack of his sticky groin against yours, every kiss of pre-cum glistening in your cunt, "don't miss."

"when have i ever m — ohhh, fuck. fuck, 'm -"

yeah. you don't let him finish. clenching around him tight enough just to remind him who's got who wrapped around their finger. sending gojo hurtling towards a heart shattering climax, pumping every divot of your drooling pussy with shades of white and cream. endless streams of milky, translucent seed making its home deep within you. all while you cry out, harshly digging into his back and pulling the strands of his silver-streaked undercut.

"takin' it all, 'm pumping you s'full, sweetheart," gojo whines, mewling as he slaps a hand between you two, roughly pawing at your thigh to push your leg higher up with one hand, giving him enough space to rub tight, tremouring circles over your clit. slapping and sloshing the mess around even more as your mouth falls open.

he's still shooting into you, and you don't have to look down to predict the sticky, glossy mess that must be painted over your cunt now. right where gojo's hand must be dripping in your release, making you sink your teeth into the side of his neck. stars streaking across your vision as all goes black momentarily, but he doesn't let up on your poor, throbbing clit.

"hah, 'm so full, satoru," you groan out, pressing a limp hand to the bulge right over your groin, right where gojo's eyes are trained, his cock still sputtering out the desperate release of his cum into you, and the white-haired man moans. loud, like you've truly undone him.

the overstimulated sting is giving way to another shattering, sharp climax that washes over you once more, as quickly as it came, leaving your heart thumping and your lungs weak, locking your ankles once more around gojo's neck, wresting on his shoulders.

you limply paw at his jacket, tugging at the stiff collar as gojo sighs, content like a cat that's finally been able to bask in the sun, "feelin' more alert now, huh? got any fresh ideas on how to break this thing?"

gojo gives you a lazy, droopy look. eyes half-lidded as he barks a faint, incredulous laugh, "fucked any smart thoughts right outta' me, sweetheart. besides," and now he's flipping the two of you around again, so you're perched once more in his lap.

smacking and squelching in the pooling mess of your shared release, as gojo grunts, lifting the jacket from his torso. revealing an expanse of delicious washboard abs, and mouth-watering, flushed pectorals, "i don't think we're runnin' outta' time here, may as well make the most of it."

[madamechrissy]

Step-Daddy Issues?

pairings- Toji Fushiguro x F! reader- Toji early 40s, reader early 20s

summary- oneshot PWP- You're staying at your old home for a night while your mom's out of town, you both never have gotten along but you need to get out after a nasty breakup. Toji and your mom have been hooking up on and off but she blew him off again, and he's there to make her forget she's mad with his dick... but instead mistakes you for your mom (after sticking his fingers inside you)

warnings- so many lol- Pure filth fr, age gap (20 years) He's not ACTUALLY your step dad. Toji is nasty, spitting, slapping, oral sex (both receiving), Toji calls reader 'doll and slutty, she calls him old man and daddy lmaoo, daddy kink, reader's mom is a bitch fr lol, but even so this is shady asf. Creampie, cum drinking/cum spitting-talking shit about reader's mom lol- reader fr has MOMMY issues (I'm prob going to hell for this one) WC- 4k - Comment/reblogs if you enjoy nasty ass daddy Toji lol

Tracks for this oneshot: Daddy Issues // Often // Favorite

You were not one to ever come home, you hadn’t even seen your mom in over a year because of how much of a bitch she really was. The day you moved out, she’d already turned your room into some office, and had all your shit put in storage, there was no ‘childhood room’ or memories to come home to. Since she left your dad especially, you’ve really not talked to her.

But tonight was a bad night, and you caved, messaging her, asking if you could come over. She gives you the go ahead and tells you where the spare key is. You are exhausted after a nasty breakup with your boyfriend, and you’re for once thankful for your mom’s existence… kind of.

Ever since she left your dad she was a grade a bitch, and she had boyfriends in and out from what you hear, some your age, but one in particular irritated your dad, some felon who used to run with the Zenin, the most notorious mafia family there was. You’d never met him or seen him on her Facebook, but everyone seemed pretty concerned at her taste.

The house is nice and clean as you remember it, as you lock up and let out another yawn, take off your shoes and jacket, it’s dark aside from the little stove light, you open the fridge, you find a whole case of beer, smiling. Mom’s good for that at least, you muse, bending over to grab one from the bottom, when you get a firm smack on your ass, making you yelp.

“Finally come back, huh? Thought you were fucking furious at me, ma?” You gasp as two fingers slip under your skirt, tense, half bent over in this fridge. “And what are you wearing, so fuckin slutty? F-fuck…”

“Ngh!’ You cover your cry up, when two rough pads of fingers prod under your slick panties, cunt dripping down his fingers, your heart racing, eyes rolling back when one presses into your entrance.

“Ya doing kegels? Why you so tight… mmm, c’mere…” He pulls your back against him in the dark room, you assume this must be Toji, whose finger sinks and stretches your tight little cunt, making you cry out. “Oh my god… mmm, she missed me huh?”

You can’t speak, not when the fridge shuts, leaving you both in the dark, and he’s pumping his two fingers in, other arm wrapping around you, pressing your back against him. He moans, vibrating his chest, before tilting your chin, slamming his lips down on yours. You wriggle, half in fright but half out of instinct, only earning him pressing you against the stainless steel fridge.

“You’re this wet f’me?” He huffs, amazed at how tight you feel, how soaked you are, the squelching sound loud in the kitchen, Toji’s cock straining against his sweats as he pictures sinking into you. “Not running that bitch mouth, huh?”

“Wh-what the fuck!?” Your voice halts him then, as you elbow him, making him hunch over, glaring in the dark at you, shock hitting him brutally.

You’re far prettier than your mom, and of course younger but that’s not what it is, it’s this look you have, these eyes that just end him, lips parted and inviting, your face is a little softer than hers, too. You look like her a bit, but there’s not much there similar aside from you both are the same height and about the same body size, your hair isn’t even the same now that he focuses.

He’s standing there dumb right now as you cross your arms, glaring up at him furiously, and he realizes now why that cunt felt so tight, why you were so wet for him. Your mom had been stringing Toji around for months, fucking around with this guy and that when she was mad at him, but he did it too, they were both toxic and awful to each other.

And he never even heard her mention you. He only knew about you from seeing a picture of your high school graduation, though you look more mature now, it’s unmistakable. Toji Fushiguro just had his fingers inside his girlfriend’s (ex girlfriend’s!?_ daughter’s pussy.

“Mom isn’t home.”

“Well, no shit… I… the fuck are you doing here?” He demands then, fighting the desire to suck you off his fingers.

“Bad breakup, last resort was coming here.” You sigh now, adjusting your skirt, color heating up your cheeks even in the dark. “You call her a bitch?”

“She is one. Shit she never even talked about you before, even when I asked, ya know that?”

You falter, emotions hitting then, and Toji’s face falls a bit. “Yeah I know, we don’t talk, ever.”

“That was a dick thing to say, m’sorry.”

“No worries, it’s true.” You open the fridge back up, taking out two beers, handing it to him, finally getting a good look at his face, handsome and rugged, some five o'clock shadow, a scar on his lip. He’s got dark, inky black locks all messy, and what appears to be lidded dark green eyes. “Do I really look like her from the back?”

“Same size and shit, I… fuck I had my fingers in you!?” He takes the beer, opening it and downing a bunch. “Shit.”

“Yeah, shit.” You hop up on the counter then, and his eyes dart across your bare legs, cock leaking precum as he thinks of your sweet cunt. “No worries, more action than I’ve gotten in a while.”

“Psh, what? Look at you. Doubt it.”

“What because I have a slutty skirt?” You muse, smiling a bit.

“Nah, you’re drop dead gorgeous. So I don’t buy it.”

“That’s a compliment… from you?” You manage, nervous now, and Toji smirks, enjoying how the blush spreads across your cheeks. “Prettier than mom, Step dad?”

“Don’t fucking call me that, yuck.” You snort in laughter now, as Toji runs a hand through his hair. “We just fuck a lot, never put a label on it. But she’s been blowing me off for a month, so I came to town and thought I’d surprise her.”

“Well you surprised one of us.”

“So who broke up with you?”

“Boyfriend since high school.”

“Ouch.” You nod a bit, blinking back odd emotions. For some reason this random stranger who fingered you, thinking that you’re someone else, listens better than most people lately. “Well fuck him.”

“Yeah?” He nods, and you giggle. “Fuck him. I like that.”

“Shit, want another drink?” You nod, and he bends down, opening them both, standing between your thighs as he hands you the cool bottle, condensation seeping against your overheated skin. “Your mom really is something else though.”

“You’re telling me. You know you’re on her roster, yeah? Dad said she’s got a fantasy league.”

“Well fuck her too.”

“Fuck both of them.” You agree, giggling again, as you study him. “You’re kinda hot, for an old man.”

Toji glares now, only making your heart flutter, as you observe his strong, jacked muscles, he’s insanely buff, veins popping out of his strong arms, his neck, the shirt he’s wearing hiding damn near nothing. “Old man?”

“Mmm, you gotta be her age, older?”

“You’re a little fuckin brat. I look old to you?” Toji leans close, hands pressing against your bare thighs now, and you feel your cunt fluttering around nothing, breath quickening when he leans close. “Asked ya a question, doll.”

“Doll? Old man shit.” You whisper back, he grins then, a flash of white teeth, setting down your beer on the counter, big body completely overtaking your every sense, every thought. The only sounds then are of both of your breaths, coming quicker as your heart pounds in your ears, when a big hand cups your face, thumb pressing on your pulse point, feeling it flutter.

“Say that one more time, doll. Couldn’t fuckin hear ya?” You bite your lower lip, as he drags your panties down, smirking as he eyes them. “Should’ve known you’re not your mom, what kinda panties are these? My little fuckin pony!?”

“Fuck yourself, old man.” You earn his devious scowl, you see the vein in his temple throb now. “Are you stealing them!?”

He has them shoved in his pants as he shoves you back, head pressed against the cool backsplash of your kitchen, as he eyes your pussy hungrily, moaning now as your breasts heave up and down, heart pounding. He’s eyeing you like you’re some meal and he’s fucking starved, thumbs slipping down your puffy lips, spreading your pussy wide for his view.

“Oh my… fucking… your…” He is at a loss for words, gulping now as he eyes your pretty face, seeing how dilated those pretty eyes are, opening you to watch the arousal pool out of your tiny hole.

“Nicer than my mom’s, step daddy?” He glares, and you barely giggle before he smacks your pussy, making you cry out. “The fuck!?”

“You’re such a brat. They’re not teaching ya’ll shit in college anymore, huh? Should I give you a fuckin’ lesson?” He demands, smacking your pussy again, making it sting so good, you’re nodding eagerly, gasping when he spits right on your pussy, watching as the white bubbly liquid oozes down your pretty pussy. “Hah- would ya look at that…”

“D-didn’t answer.”

“You really got some mommy issues, huh?” He demands, raising a brow as he slides two thick fingers through your slick, sticky cunt, watching as trails of saliva and arousal leave little stringy trails.

“Maybe I need daddy issues, too.” You whisper, earning his fingers shoving deep in your cunt this time, the stretch too much, you’re struggling to even take his fingers, when they press up inside your slick walls and hit that spongy spots, you scream out, a sound you’ve never even heard.

“Daddy issues too, huh? You’re a freaky little brat, aren’t ya?” He leans close, lips hovering, you taste the alcohol on his breath, fingers curling in your soppy little cunt, making you whine. “Pathetic, can’t fucking talk?”

“P-please…” He moans then, kissing you desperately, while his fingers find you better than your years-long boyfriend ever could, making your tummy fill with pressure as he works you quicker and quicker.

“So sweet now, huh? Guess what, doll?” He murmurs, sloppy as he bites your lower lip, tongue dipping in and out of your mouth, you mouth the word ‘what’ as he pulls his fingers out, sucking on them, moaning. “That pussy is prettier, and yummier, but you sure are fucked up, aren’t ya?”

“Beyond fucked up.” You manage to whisper, he moans again, because your version of fucked up fits his so well. Soon he is picking you up like you’re nothing, carrying you over to your mom’s bed now, he has you on all fours, shoving your skirt up, your thighs are trembling.

“Wonder if she feels better, huh? M’gonna find out.” He whispers, before burying his face in your cunt, and drinking you up, his cock throbbing now, you’re way sweeter than your mom, your pussy is so yummy he could eat it for hours, for days. He grips your firm ass, pulling your thighs apart to shove his tongue deeper.

“Oh my g-god…” You whine out, trying to close your thighs, to pull back. “Just fuck me… what’re you…”

“Ha, I like to eat first, brat.” He shoves you on your back now, yanking your top off, moaning as your pretty tits bounce out of it, leaving you just in a slutty school girl skirt that makes him think filthy things. “Hold these fucking thighs open, or I won’t even fuck you, I’ll just eat it.”

“You want to!? Wh-what- I- ah!” You’re screaming out as he bites on your clit now, your hands yanking on his silky hair, trying to pull him off you, but he’s latched a hungry mouth on your clit, moaning then. You’re dripping down onto your mom’s blankets, you’d feel bad about that later -maybe- for now you’re too lost in the way he’s looking up at you, while his tongue licks a stripe up your slit.

“So fuckin yummy. Yeah I wanna, shit how pathetic are these college boys, huh? Ain't ate you out right?” You shake your head nervously, as he picks your little body up and shoves you where he needs you, he takes you over with his big grip, smirking against your inner thighs. “Cum f’me doll, like a pretty lil slut.”

“Little… slut!?... you- ah!” Your walls flutter around his tongue now as he fucks you with it, nose bumping your clit, chin digging in right against your little ass as he drinks you up, messy slurping sounds mixing with your cries.

Toju Fushiguro drinks every bit of you up as he spreads you wide, shoving your thighs up now. “Hold em.”

You eagerly obey, holding up your thighs so he has even better access, now flicking his tongue in little circles, finger back inside you, using both until you’re cumming all over his face, drenching him with your slick. He licks you through it, watching you arch your back, watching you scream out in pleasure, shaking and panting.

“Mmm, that’s it, doll. Cum so much more than her, don’t ya? Messy lil fuckin’ slut.” His words should irritate you, but they edge you on, as he flicks his tongue on the underside of your clit, teeth grinning against it as it twitches, as you cum more, until you’re soaking everything, screaming and trembling. “There ya fuckin go.”

“What even… a-are you!?” You whisper weakly, blinking back stars, making your vision so blurry, Toji leans over you, face glistening with you, he licks the scar on the corner of his mouth, smirking at you.

“Not an old man, am I?” You bite your lower lip.

“You are-”

“Open, brat. Now.” You nervously do, then he’s spitting in your mouth, smirking as you choke on it, shutting your jaw closed. “Mommy didn’t let me spit in her mouth, you’re nasty aren’t ya?”

“Oh fuck you!? Ah!” He’s standing now, yanking you to where you’re bent over, mouth against his cock that he’s pulling out, watching it smack on his tummy, as you eagerly shove up his shirt.

“Gonna shut that pretty mouth the fuck up.” He yanks off his shirt as you hungrily start lapping at his salty precum, drooling from his reddened tip, he hisses then. “Ya that cock hungry?”

“Fuck my mouth.” At that Toji loses his mind, while you’re bent over the bed, sucking him as deep as you can, saliva pooling as you deep throat him, ending him with how you worship his cock.

“Cock hungry…. Lil fuckin… what the… holy f-fuck! Doll…” Toji’s a mess for you, somthing he’s never been, as you’re working his cock with your mouth hungrily, and he’s pulling your hair into a pony tail, fucking up into your hungry, slutty throat.

You’re breathing through your nose, trying to take more and more of him as he wrecks your esophagus, you can’t wait for him inside you, you think as you’re sucking him as hard as you can, tears in your eyes. Toji’s groaning, not even moving you, just gently holding your hair back as you work his cock up and down, until he can’t take anymore.

He yanks you off him, shoving you on your back, pulling a thigh up over his arm as he lines his tip with your slutty little hole, and you whimper just from his thick, mushroom tip pressing. “You’re not a…”

You giggle, breathless. “No, not a virgin, why ya want me to be? Wanna fuck your girlfriend’s virgin daughter, pervy old- ah!” Toji’s glaring, shoving his thick cock so deep in you then, you scream out.

“Why ya feel this fucking tight!? Loosen the fuck up, slutty brat.” He huffs now, you’re gripping him way too tight, walls pulsing like you’re trying to milk him, while your pretty face screws up.

“You’re t-too big- shit!” You’re wincing now, legs shaking when he smirks, earning your little glare.

“Can’t handle me doll? Where’s all that talk?”

“Give me a second.” You’re struggling to breathe when he pulls his cock out, slapping it on your overheated cunt, slathering it in more of your slick before shoving it back inside, filling your pussy up so good he can see himself in your tummy. He moans now, pulling back.

“Look at that, fucking up your guts, brat- ha!” Toji jerks his cock in deep now, hands gripping your hips as you look down, gasping as you see the enormous bulge moving in your tummy. “Gonna fuckin ruin ya doll, for anyone.”

“Wh-what- ngh! Oh my god, Toji!” You’re whimpering as he moves, eyeing that bulge hungrily, his dark green eyes glinting, so dilated they’re black.

“Nah, don’t call me that.” He fucks into you now, thrusts wrecking your cunt as his tip bruises your cervix, bed creaking with the force of his thrusts. He has sweat dripping down onto your skin just a bit as he watches your pretty face. “You feel s’much better than any… oh my… pussy s’fucking tight, feel her…”

He’s shoving harder, faster, thick tip dragging on your walls, hitting some spot that makes you scream, Toji grins when he notices, pressing the spot again and again as he fucks into your soppy cunt. His balls smack your little ass, with arousal drooling down that hole, as you hear the ‘pap-pap-pap’ sound mix with the smacking of your skin.

“There, ya wanna cum all over this cock, huh lil girl?” Your brain short circuits, you’re pulsing around his cock as he pushes you over the edge, cumming so hard it makes the oral he gave you look like nothing. You’re weakly clinging to him, mouth opening and closing, eyes rolling back in your skull. “Look at you, cockdrunk, aren’t ya slutty girl?”

You can’t answer, not when he’s balls deep in your cunt, stuffing you so full, his big brutal hands digging into your waist. After your orgasm wracks you he yanks his cock out, making you whimper. “Back in…”

“Slutty lil brat, wait a minute.” He flips you on your tummy now, shoving back in you, so deep like this you’re a drooling mess, so fucked out you have no thoughts, you can’t remember you’re in your mom’s bed with her ex, a man twice your age, not when he’s wrecking your cunt so good.

Toji can’t remember ever even fucking anyone else, not when he’s buried in your tight little hole, you’re taking him so good. “Ngh! Toji…”

“Ha, no. What’d I say?” Toji pulls you by your hair, arching your ass up as he slips his cock so deep in your hole, pounding you over and over, licking up your neck, all the way to your chin, before he lands on your lips. “What ya gonna call me?”

“Old man? Ow!” Toji shoves his cock so deep it’s brutal, mean tip bullying your sore little pussy, you whine pathetically, head falling back as he makes you face him.

“Nah, answer right or I’ll pull out.”

“D-don’t!”

“So desperate, huh?” You just whine, as he wraps a hand around your throat, fingers so long they take you over. “Answer me, doll.”

“Desperate f’you…” You’re whispering the words, closer and closer while he’s pressing your throat, sucking your oxygen away while your pussy makes a bigger mess, leaving a huge wet spot on the blankets, now rumpled from him flipping you like a doll.

“Then how ya gonna address me, brat?” He huffs, and you look into his eyes then, reflecting how fucked out yours are.

“Daddy.” You whisper, and it ends him then, he lifts your ass up, shoving your face into the soft matress, fucking into you with hard, brutal strokes, smacking your ass over and over as you tremble, cumming down his veiny length until it’s so messy he almost slips out.

“That’s it, no one’s fucked you like this, huh doll? No one beat this pretty lil pussy up like that?” You weakly whine, nodding as he rocks his cock into you over and over. “Feel so fuckin good, best pussy I ever… oh like she’s made to take me? F-fuck… milking my cock…”

The sounds of his slapping skin and cock wrecking your sloppy pussy are ridiculous, mixing with your muffle moans and his stuttered gasps, as you clench him so good he can’t remember another pussy. As he fucks you so good you forgot you had a boyfriend, fucking every thought you ever had out of your dumb, fucked out brain.

“That’s it, taking me like that, good lil fuckin girl…” You’re pathetic and dumb at his words, nodding weakly when he pulls you back up on your knees, yanking you by your hair, pricking pain that makes your eyes water. “Want me to fill this pussy up? Knock you up? Get your mommy so fuckin mad?”

“P-please daddy…” You’re whimpering, speaking insane. “M’on the… p-pill… s’okay, please…”

“Fuck…” Toji slams up in your pussy now, tip hitting over and over until you feel him pulsing then, big hands brutally gripping you, rippling the skirt still slung up on your hips. “Oh my god… gonna fill your pretty pussy s’good…”

You’re shuddering when he pumps his hot, endless load in you, whining out a pathetic- ‘d-daddy…’

“That’s it, no one filled ya like this, huh?” You shake your head weakly, as his hot gooey cum fills your cavern, all over every inch of your walls, so much it’s dripping out in blotches, all slick with you, down his balls, down the bed. He moans, shuddering and then leaning over you, pulling your chin to him. “Perfect pussy, she’s just so full of me, huh?”

You nod weakly, letting him kiss you, nasty and messy, as he slows his thrusts, pushing his cum further and further in your soppy hole, so deep. “Too much…”

“Oh, doll, I got so much more for ya.” He flips you again, smirking down at the mess you are, smacking your pretty titties as his cock drips down. “So, am I old to you, hmm?” You shake your head quickly. “Good girl, gonna reward ya, finally keeping your pretty mouth shut.”

He unzips the skirt finally, showcasing your entire body to his hungry eyes, he smacks your titties again and again as you struggle to come to, before kissing down between the valley of your breasts, lower down your tummy, until he pulls your lips apart, smirking. You’re whimpering, so sore, while he eyes your pussy, watching his white semen pour from your abused entrance.

“That’s it, look at ya doll, took m’cum so good.” He shoves your shaking thighs apart, lapping at his own cum, you gasp.

“You’re… n-nasty I swear… the fuck- mmm!”

He’s chuckling, lapping all his cum that’s pouring now, you’re so sensitive you’re twitching, when he leans back over you, grabbing you under your chin. “Nasty, doll? You’re getting fucked in your mom’s bed, this old man’s cum pouring out, makin a whole goddamn mess.”

You gasp out when he spits his own cum in your mouth again, making out so sloppy and nasty, but you’re rolling your hips up, earning his soft laugh. “T-Toji-”

“Ah-ah.” He smacks your cheek, you inhale sharply.

“Daddy.”

“Whaddaya want daddy to do now?”

You blink a bit, taking a breath. “Eat all your cum outta me, put more in me.” He moans now, diving back down, licking your cunt clean as he drinks you both together, his salty, bitter cum, your sweet pussy all on his tongue, his big hands pressing into your thighs, bruising them. “Daddy! Daddy… Fuck me…”

Toji moans against your cunt, you’re screaming out then, as he has his face buried between your thighs, right when the door opens, but you’re both too fucked out to hear as your mom walks right in. She gasps then, watching her ex-boyfriend licking his lips, leaning over her own daughter.

“Toji Fushiguro, what the fuck!? My daughter!?” Your mom’s trill voice sobers you both up, you gasp, trying to cover yourself up with a cum soaked blanket, as Toji grins, licking you off his lips, scar stretched in a smirk.

“Well, shit.”

Well I know I'm going to hell for this one lol

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✐ᝰ REPENT、REPENT、REPENT

ᯓ★ FEATURIN’ — SUNDAY X FEM!READER

જ⁀➴ WARNIN’ — DUBCON、CORRUPTION、RELIGION KINK、POWER PLAY、VIRGIN!READER、PERV!SUNDAY、MANIPULATION、PUBLIC ( ? ) SEX、ORAL FIXATION ( FINGER SUCKIN’ )、MARKIN’、( SLIGHT ) DEGRADATION、DUMBIFICATION、CREAMPIE、CUM EATING、CUNNILINGUS

I gently place a gloved hand on her shoulder, doe eyes staring up at me as those soft lips quiver, mouthing a quiet, “Father forgive me, for I come from a sinful past.” that makes my lips twitch upward as a sickly addicting feeling flows through my veins and I eye the frail nun with hunger.

The church was quiet, light pouring down through the colored panes by the never ending moon hanging in the sky of the dreamscape. You were new, Sunday could tell that much. The way your posture was rigid and anxious compared to the seasoned nuns that wandered through the chapel, tending to tasks or praying at the alter before proceeding with the rest of their days.

It was you that caught his eye amongst all the nuns, and it was you who caused a fire to burn in his chest, speaking to him and guiding him closer to you as each day passed, causing sin to fog over his vision and cloud his mind.

Sunday found it awfully difficult to keep himself at a reasonable distance from you. A slight smile on his lips and his eyes half lidded when your gazes locked and he noticed how you seemed to fidget even more so when he stared at you. It makes his chest tingle with anticipation, antsy to get to what he wants yet he remains patient, trusting to the slow gradual process as things begin to be set in motion unbeknownst to you.

It doesn’t take long for his minuscule “accidents” to sprout a seed of sin in your innocent mind. When his hand brushed against your chest as he moved around you to exit the church, not even acknowledging that he did such a thing yet it was burned into your memory. That feeling when his gloved hand brushed up against your bosom, igniting fire in its wake that tingles across your chest and down to a place you never thought it would’ve gone to.

Your thighs instinctively squeeze together every time the moment crosses your mind and your hands reach up and grab at the rosary around your neck, clinging to the small Cross and closing your eyes, silently praying for forgiveness for the thoughts that flow into your mind like an unrelenting current. It makes your skin hot to the touch, your clothes sticking uncomfortably to your form as you try to tend to your daily tasks. Yet you found yourself around him more and more often than what was necessary.

It seems he always found a way to be near you, whether it was to “help” you with something or to reexplain your duties as a nun, while his hand accidentally grazed your waist as he rounded you during his little pep-talk. It all seemed a bit too coincidental in your humble opinion but you remained quiet on the matter, selfishly enjoying the attention he so graciously gave to you.

However, there was an instance where you found yourself at the confessional booth much like so many others. You didn’t come as a nun, you came as a sinner that desperately needed the weight to be released off your shoulders so you could sleep at night.

The church is quiet save for the occasional groan of the wooden bench beneath you as you sit in the booth, shaky and heart racing in your chest and you can’t find it in yourself to look through the wooden paneling to see the face of the priest. Part of you knew your fate had already been sealed the moment you dragged yourself here in the first place.

There’s a silence that drags on for seemingly hours in your anxiety-ridden mind before there’s movement on the other side that makes your heart drop to your stomach for a moment. Perhaps this was a terrible idea on your part.

“I sense THEIR presence with us. Please, what is it that troubles you so?” The voice that oozes out, dripping into your ears like honey and overwhelming your sense of ration makes your skin feel hot to the touch. You steady yourself, swallowing thickly as you remind yourself that this is why you’re here. This feeling that overcomes you, you must get rid of it! You breathe in deeply and calm your nerves before speaking in a not-so-confident voice, a dead giveaway on who he was speaking with.

“I s-seek forgiveness, sir. I have an evil rooted in my mind that I cannot shake, please, I-I wish to repent!” You all but cry out, nearly clinging to the wall that separates you from the Priest. Silence gathers and lingers for a period of time and you wonder if it was wrong to confess but there’s a squeak and groan of the wood as the Priest shifts where he sits and— dare you say, it’s as if there’s gentle puffs of warm air that hit your face that’s desperately close to the paneling, as if being closer to him would save you. The shadows cloaking over him like a veil, a veil you weren’t allowed to peek around.

“Is that so?” He inquires, and there’s an edge to his voice, as if his tone has gotten heavier, slightly more ragged as he lets out a sigh that sounds too shaky to your ears, a sinful thought flooding your mind of him above you and you’re quick to shake your head to rid the thought.

“Yes, please, help me..” You beg in a whimper, hands clasped together as your bottom lip quivers and Aeons, he finds it difficult to restrain himself when you beg in such an alluring tone.

He breathes out, sucking another breath in through his teeth, jaw clenched as his eyes examine your figure. He contemplates, rolling the words around on his tongue before his eyes grow half lidded and his wings flutter as he eyes you through the paneling separating the two of you. He suddenly hates the separation.

“Very well, are you willing to do whatever it takes?” He breathes out, trying to keep a front up but the slight tremble to his voice nearly gives him away.

You nod once more, desperation clinging to your body as your hands grab at the paneling and you cry out in a whimpered beg, “Please! I’ll do anything— anything, Sunday!—” You freeze, realizing you accidentally said his name out loud, for a moment you wonder if you broke a rule by speaking his name. Silence falls and your heart threatens to explode in your chest but before you can process what’s happening there’s ushered movements on the other side and things being roughly moved around and then the light of the church blinds you while the overwhelming feeling of not being alone washes over you.

Darkness encloses you once more and there’s ragged breathing above you that wasn’t there a moment ago. You peek your eyes open slightly before being startled by the presence looming over you. Your eyes widen, sparkly with tears and you gasp softly.

“Sunday?..” You whisper out, voice trembly but he doesn’t respond. His eyes, golden hues swallowing you whole while his pupils blow wide, watch you like a hawk, taking in every slight twitch or shift of your figure. His gloved hands slide down either sides the wall behind you, trapping you in place, his fingers twitch against the surface as they grow closer to touching your delicate skin and he shivers when the tip of his gloved index makes contact with your warm arm.

“Tell me,” He breathes out, shuddering a quiet exhale with his words and he leans ever closer. “What is it that troubles you so?” He has to, he can’t be too far certain with just a mere hunch, with just the subtle advances he had made over the course of weeks evolving into months.

Your teary eyes are oh so wide, so innocent, so guilt-ridden. It makes his pulse beat faster and it takes all the restraint he can muster to not ravage you in such an unholy way that even the Aeons above would turn away with disgust. He places a hand on your shoulder, fingers twitching, hand vibrating from the contact alone yet he’s calculated and calm despite the dishevelment of his hair, feathers unkept from flapping with the onslaught of his adrenaline and his clothes wrinkled. He still looks ethereally kept together in such a lustful way it makes your own blood rush south leaving you lightheaded.

The words tumble past your soft lips before you can even think, “Father forgive me, for I come from a sinful past.” You manage to get out, not noticing how his lips twitch upward slowly. “I-I cannot shake the lust that clouds my mind.” You nearly choke out a cry as you speak, face hot with embarrassment.

There’s a silence that’s deafening and it follows your words like a shadow. It makes you anxious again but his lips tug upward into a twisted smile that you never thought you would’ve ever seen on Sunday’s face before. Yet it excited that sinful side of you that you tried so hard to push deep down and away.

“I can help you,” He says, voice like a siren and you fall into his trap, again. Nodding to his words insistently, willing to do anything to free yourself of sin. He pauses before giving you a look you can’t describe but it makes your stomach boil hot with that familiar heat. “… however my methods may be unethical in your eyes.”

“What is it?” You ask so innocently it makes his dick throb and he swallows thickly as he stares down into your eyes. Gods how he could get lost in them— lost in you.

He smirks, eyes growing half-lidded as he stares you down and it’s now you’ve realized you’re trapped underneath him and whatever desire that shimmered in his golden hues.

“We release that frustration through physical means.”

“C’mon, angel, you have to work for your repentance.” He breathes out, jaw clenched as he ruts into your heat, tight and snatching the air from his lungs as his brutal thrusts make you tremble against the wall. Your fingers claw at the surface, mouth hanging out and tongue lolled out, drool slipping down your chin. You looked straight out of a porno right now and it made his balls ache with an incessant need to fill you up.

“‘m t-tryin’ ! haah, wa-nna repent f’you, Sunday—” You babble out, cock drunk and limp against the wall as his hands explore your sensitive and hot skin, one hand snakes up your front to your rapid pulse in your throat while the other trails down to your clit, rubbing circles into the small pearl and making you cry out.

“Yeah? C’mon, c’mon, c’mon— f-uuuck,” He groans out as you cream around his dick again. His wings shudder and he leans down, chest pressed to your arched back as his ghosts kisses over your shoulder, half lidded eyes locked onto the side view he gets of your expression.

His fingers don’t stop, twisting and tugging in your nips while his palm rubs into your sensitive bundle of nerves. You sob out, begging for forgiveness and a stop to this but he can’t. Not until he’s sure you’ve got all that sexual frustration out, not until he’s got his load deep in your pussy.

“Not done, gonna reward you—” He gasps out, fucking you impossibly faster and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the confessional booth. His cock twitches against your gummy walls and he bites his tongue hard as he groans out. His wings brush against your bare skin. a delicate way that makes you keen and whimper out his name, it drives him mad; the way you say his name in such an intoxicating way.

“Gonna reward you for bein’ such a— ngh, good slut f’me.” He manages to breathe out. Your pussy has him in a chokehold, his vision glassy as the smallest hints of a whimper bubble in the vack of his throat and he nears closer to the edge. His hand moves up from your breast to your slobbery mouth, tapping his index on your bottom lip and you’re so obedient, opening your mouth and sucking on two gloved digits with a muffled moan.

“Yeah, c’mon, come again.” He pants out, rutting harder and deeper, making you cry and choke around his fingers. His voice is muffled against the skin of your shoulder, brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut as he approaches his high. “F-fuck, angel— Let me cum— W-want to cum inside you, haah, ple-shit, please—!” His voice chokes out before biting on your shoulder hard, cum spurting in hot ropes and he pushes his hips snugly into your ass, reaching as deep as possible while he moans in euphoria.

You pant wildly, body quivering against him as he nestles deep in your pussy, snug against your cervix and it doesn’t cross your brain what exactly he had done. He tugs himself out of your heat, watching how thick cum oozes out in a perfect mix of yours and his. He flips you over, seated on the bench before crouching down between your shaky thighs, eyes fluttering shut as he laps at your swollen pussy and he relishes in the way you squeal and grab at his hair tightly in response.

“S-sundayyy, haah, n-no more!— Sunday, s-sundayyy,” You’re a mess, barely coherent as your eyes roll back and his thumb rolls your puffy clit in sickeningly sweet circles that turns your brain mushy while he sucks and licks at your sticky hole with need.

He hums against your pussy, eyes looking up your body into your eyes that stare back with want. You’re so overstimulated it’s cute to him, corners of his lips twitching upwards while he gets drunk on the taste of you and his cum mixed into the perfect concoction that dances along his tongue.

He notices when you get close, body wriggling against him but he keeps you in place, snug on the bench and pressed to the wall, helplessly being eaten out by a divine being such as himself. The act itself felt even more sinful than the thoughts that swarmed your mind.

His fingers work earnestly, lips kissing your messy pussy before he dives his tongue past your folds and that’s when you break, coming undone in his hold and he moans, vibrations assaulting your pussy as you cream on his tongue and moan like a whore above him. The way you tremble above him makes his eyes roll back before he releases your pussy with a wet smack of his lips, panting and catching his breath all while admiring how your tight hole clenches around nothing.

It’s a blur as you sit there, limp and fucked stupid, breathing ragged as you blink at the floor below all while he dresses himself and you. He didn’t want to risk anyone seeing you in such a state after all.

He picks you up with ease, saying something that doesn’t reach your cloudy head as you nuzzle into his neck, body twitchy and still trembling. You recognize his chest rumbling with a chuckle, catching something along the lines of, “Let’s get you home,” but you aren’t quite sure what he means by that. Especially when he doesn’t go in the direction that leads to your home.

“We have to continue this method until you fully repent for your sins.” He says, smirking to himself as he departs from the church. He hasn’t had his fill with you yet, and he doesn’t think he ever will. “All in the name of helping you, of course. I’d be a bad pastor if I didn’t help a sister in need of guidance.”

[hitomisuzuya]

HI! how have you been doing suzu!? could you do a smut fic with assistant reader and ceo scara, where reader, who’s been a bit bratty needs a little disciplining, and she ends pleading for him to fuck her senseless cause he’s been so mean for the past hours !! looove you and take care of yourself!! 🫶🫶🫶

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ceo!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. fingering. degradation. a bit of brat taming and bondage. sinful things in scara's office. orgasm denial. dom!scara.

you take care of yourself to, dear ❤️ everyone reading this, please have a wonderful day/evening.

scaramouche's voice may sound business like, but the smirk on his face read that he is enjoying watching you squirm. you are stripped naked with your legs spread on his office desk with your hands bound together behind your back by his belt, his fingers pumping in and out of your creamy cunt. playing with your swollen, abused clit.

all while he took a business call with a client. he has a strict policy that absolutely no one is even knock on his office door when the black out curtains are drawn over the windows and his door is locked.

he can all have the fun he likes torturing you. you'd been a bit of a brat this morning and dumped sugar in his coffee. three times.

"let me perfectly clear with you, mr. collins. i may be doing business with you, but i still don't like you," scaramouche suddenly hooked his fingers into your sweet spot, his smirk widening as you bit your lower lip to swallow the moan building in your throat, "be thankful to my assistant for pointing out some benefits to my business if i partner with you."

your struggle is a uphill one. one that has been going on for three calls now. you are practically dripping on his desk, your sensitive walls squeezing around his fingers while he bullied your sweet spot. you swore you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood to stay quiet.

scaramouche scissored your walls apart before abruptly removing his fingers. "i'll have my assistant call you in the morning. she's a little tied up at the moment," the pads of his fingers rub your clit, the throbbing sending your walls to clench around nothing.

you squirm on his desk, your hips jerking up to grind on his fingers. scaramouche has the incredible talent of building your orgasm up, and then keeping you right on the edge. dangling the potential promise of maybe letting you cum before ripping it away from you.

"by the way, how is your daughter? my assistant went to lunch with her the other day," scaramouche knew exactly what he is doing. he didn't give a shit, he is only making casual conversation to drag out your sexual torture.

he pinched your clit, your poor lower lip was just way too sore. a soft moan escaped your throat, one you couldn't exactly silence with your hands bound together behind you. his eyes narrow into a glare as he delivered a wet smack to your throbbing clit, reminding you of your place.

your legs shook as pleasure jolted through your body, more juices oozing onto your pussy and on the insides of your thighs. finally, your watery eyes saw him press the mute button. "ah, please, scara," you whimper as he forces three fingers back inside your pussy. you sob as he barely hooks them into your sweet spot, "your fingers, your cock, anything. please, i can't take much more," your hips roll into his fingers, desperately seeking the friction you crave.

"what?" he hissed, cruelly removing his fingers to smack your swollen clit again, "you are still on the clock, slut," he can barely stand the aching in his cock, your struggle was so delicious.

a loud moan tore from your throat, however you barely felt the relief of finally being able to make noise. "did your poor, little fucked out brain forget the pound of sugar you dumped in my coffee?"

"please, sir, please. and..and.." he pinched your clit before fucking his fingers back inside of you. "you were being an asshole," you protest came out behind an utterly pornographic moan as he scissored your abused walls apart.

"tch, still intent on being a brat i see," scaramouche scoffs, "is that how you talk to your boss, who's cock you are begging for? disobedient, pathetic whore. know your place," his fingers manage to rub on every sensitive nerve, building your desperate need to cum as he teases your sweet spot.

"you are so..so mean," you barely manage to moan, rubbing your drooling pussy so desperately on his fingers.

scaramouche effectively silenced you as he unmuted the call, leaving you to silently spiral further into his torture. "fine, fine. ten o clock between work for you tomorrow. my time is too precious."

he relentlessly hooks his fingers into your sweet spot at random intervals, keeping you right on the edge while nearly making you cum. you are dazed and dizzy, mindlessly fucking yourself on his fingers as you struggle to swallow your moans.

"good, very good," only scaramouche wasn't saying that to his client. he is really saying that to you. you are utter vision twitching on his desk, drooling and senseless as tears fall from your eyes, your cheeks flushed with adoration for him.

he drinks in the sight of your sloppy pussy as he finally hangs up. "are you ready to cum, slut?" he purrs, his cock pulsing hearing your whimper of protest as he pulls his fingers out of your cunt.

"y-yes sir," you moan, your eyes lighting up as you watch scaramouche unbutton his pants.

"then be a good girl and get down on your knees underneath my desk. i have a few more phone calls to make," he is going to make good use of your bratty mouth, fucking his cock into your willing throat while he finishes his other calls.

[kekewrites]

Tw. Insecure/bratty/tsundere reader, dark content, noncon, dubcon, obsession, sloppy blowjob, attempted breakup, manipulation, size kink, overstimulation, multiple creampies, cunningless, baby trapping, coercion, aftercare

***

Thinking about dating an angelic guy.

You always wonder why, out of all the pretty and influential girls chasing after him, he chose you. It doesn't help how of a unit he is. Your typical perfect guy, popular, rich, and body that's comparable to a Greek God... and his voice— how you love his gentle and warm voice, there's just something about it that hypnotize you.

He always compliments you, shower you with affection, and be an absolute sweetheart. It gets you pissy. You don't know why you're always in a foul mood around him, he's not even doing anything that could trigger you. He takes a breath and you're already fuming. Grumbling profanities that he would laugh at wholeheartedly, like you didn't curse his entire being.

You hate how perfect he is. Hate how much you adore him. Hate how much you love him, and inside your mind you always question if he genuinely loves you. Maybe he's just playing with you? Waiting for the day he'd humiliate you, telling how you're too idiotic to even believe someone like him could ever love you.

That's probably why you're always cautious around him, you don't believe him enough to love an average girl like you.

***

He can't believe he's dating the cutest in the world. Everytime you scowl, show that adorable pout, he just wants to squish your cheeks together and kiss you plenty. Like a little kitty hissing when you sneer curses at him.

It's adorable really.

You'd say you didn't want to go to the movies he chose. Yet, you arrived earlier than expected, wearing a hint of makeup in that cute dress of yours. Makes him want to crush you. You put in the effort, took the time, even gave him the watch he'd been talking about—his favorite.

He really loves you. Really really loves you but why are you acting like he doesn't? He's confused. Hasn't he done enough to show you, tell how much he adores you? It makes him sad. Don't you know how much he's holding back? There's only so much he could take, you know. He could just take you everytime you run that cute foul mouth of you, shove his cock to make you shut up. But he's so patient with you because he loves you.

So don't push him too much, ok? Or else you might not like it when he finally show you his desire.

***

"You're late," you grumble, sending him a glare. Your arms are crossed, and your foot taps impatiently on the ground.

He chuckles, a soft, knowing smile playing on his lips. "I arrived just on time, sweetie," he says, stepping closer. "You're just too excited for our date, no?" His voice is teasing, but his eyes are warm, sparkling with affection.

You huff in response, but you can feel the corners of your mouth betraying you, tugging into a smile. He notices and takes your hand, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.

"You're just so cute, you know? I really wanna crush— ow!" He hiss slightly as you swat his arm. He pouts a little, "You're strong, you're gonna leave a bruise."

You roll your eyes— as if that's gonna happen. Huffing you tug on his hand, "Let's go. I'm starving."

He smiles, looking at your back, "Ok, sweetie~."

Ah, you really are so cute.

He can't wait to fuck you.

***

"Why're you not eating, sweetie? Is the food not to your liking?"

Your appetite was gone the moment that waitress flirted with him, leaving you empty and bitter. This always happen. You're sick of it, sick of being jealous and feeling shitty for not looking like his girlfriend. Are you really worthless by his side? Do people not see you as his companion?

"Sweetie?"

You didn't want to lash out on him so you remained silent. Too bitter to talk. Even the food turned bitter, leaving you more upset.

He's such an idiot. But you're more of an idiot for being triggered by that stupid waitress, too much of a wuss to tell her he's taken, that he's yours. You're the idiot.

"I don't wanna eat anymore," you bitterly muttered, your face covered by the shadows of your hair, hiding that frown you wore he always seems to love on you.

He gets a sick twisted feeling in his guts, watching how jealous you get whenever some worthless wench tries to get his attention. It satisfies his urge, his sick thoughts hidden by his angelic face. You really love him, don't you? His lips curving into a sweet smile, eyes twinkling with desires. If only you know how much he gets off with you being jealous, you'd never doubted your pretty little self.

So… why are you saying such stupid things?

“Let’s break up.”

“Hm?”

“I said…” You take a breath, steadying your voice. “Let’s break up.”

For a moment, his smile wavers. Just a fraction. His right eye twitches ever so slightly, a crack in the carefully crafted mask he wears. But then, like a master of illusions, he recovers, his sweet facade sliding back into place, though something darker lingers beneath the surface.

“Now, now,” he says, his voice dripping with a saccharine softness that makes the hairs on your neck stand on end. “What’s the matter?” His tone is gentle, almost soothing, but there’s a sharp edge to it—a venomous undercurrent that cuts through the air.

You don’t answer immediately, your chest tightening under his unblinking stare. It’s as if he’s waiting, watching every little twitch of your expression, trying to peel you apart without lifting a finger.

“I just think…” you start, your voice faltering as his head tilts slightly, his smile remaining unnervingly intact. “I-I think we’re not… good for each other anymore.”

His smile widens, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, his gaze sharpens, a predator sizing up its prey. He takes a step closer, the air between you growing heavy. “Not good for each other?” he repeats, feigning confusion. “Sweetheart, where’s this nonsense coming from? Didn’t we promise forever?”

The sweetness in his tone sends a chill down your spine, but you hold your ground. “Forever shouldn’t feel like this,” you say, trying to steady your trembling hands.

It shouldn't make you feel bad about yourself, shouldn't make you anxious, shouldn't make feel... pressured.

For a moment, he says nothing, his eyes boring into yours. Then, his chuckle breaks the tension, soft and low. “Ah, I see,” he murmurs, leaning in just enough for you to feel the weight of his presence. “You’re upset. That’s all. We’ll talk this through, won’t we?”

But his words aren’t a question—they’re a command, wrapped in the guise of concern. And as his smile lingers, you realize leaving might not be as simple as you hoped.

***

Why is this happening?

You thought he would accept and move on.

"Mmm, that's it sweetie. Take it deeper." He coaxes, his grip on your hair tightening. He starts to push forward, forcing more of his thick length past your stretched lips.

So why?

Your eyes squeeze shut tighter as he pushes in deeper, your throat convulsing around his invading cock. He throws his head back with a guttural moan.

"That's a good girl. Mhm, your throat feels so good wrapped around my dick." He grunts, starting to set a steady pace. Fucking into your mouth, using your face like a cock sleeve.

It was gross. He never did that to you.

Lewd, wet sounds fill the office as he picks up speed, his heavy balls slapping against your chin with each rough thrust. Drool escapes the seal of your lips, dripping down your chin and onto your messed up clothes.

He looks down, taking in the debauched sight of you on your knees, choking on his cock. His dick is spit-shined and glistening, streaked with their drool. Shit. The sight makes him thrust harder, faster, chasing his pleasure.

"Look at me," He demands breathlessly, wanting to see the tears and desperation in their eyes as he uses their mouth ruthlessly. He's close, so fucking close already from the intense, vice-like grip of your inexperienced throat. He grunts and curses, slamming forward one last time before pulling out abruptly.

Thick ropes of cum paint your face and hair, marking you as his. Some of it even lands in your eyes, making them sting and water.

"You're so pretty... You look so pretty covered in my cum," he whispers lovingly, smearing the head of his cock across your messy face, pushing the hot seed into their skin like makeup. "The prettiest girl in the world."

You were supposed to break up with him...

How did it escalated to this?

***

It's not like he's losing a lot... you aren't that special. So why is he acting this way? There are a lot of better options for him, prettier, smarter, and richer girls. Someone who can actually match him, who doesn't embarrass him, worthier to stand beside him.

Why is he fucking you like his life depends on it?

Your eyes already hazy and unfocused, breathing hard as you couldn't count how many times you've already come.

One of his hands snakes up your trembling body, finding a soft breast. He squeezes the supple mound roughly, fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as he kneads and gropes. He finds a pert nipple and pinches it cruelly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging until it stands stiff and aching in the cool air of the room.

"Hm? Are you already tired? We're just starting," he coo, his hips slamming forward with renewed vigor. He leans down, his mouth finding your neck, sharp teeth sinking into the tender skin. He bites and sucks, determined to leave his mark on you, to claim you as his own. His. He can feel his orgasm building, his heavy balls tightening as he ruts into your abused cunt. The wet, obscene sounds of your coupling fill the room, punctuated by the creaking of the bed and your cries. He's close, so fucking close to filling your cunt with his seed.

"Gonna... hngh... fill this pussy..." He grunts between clenched teeth, slamming home one last time. His cock throbs and pulses as he starts to come, thick ropes of hot cum painting your inner walls. He grinds against them, making sure they take every last drop as he marks your womb with his essence.

Finally, with a last shuddering groan, he collapses on top of you, his softening cock still buried deep inside your tender, cream-filled pussy. He pants harshly against the shell of their ear, his hands still groping and fondling your sensitive body.

"Y-You're an idiot..." You sniffle, "Why me? There's a lot of—."

He cuts you off, "You know, I would never cheat on you, right?" He whispers tenderly, kissing your ears as if assuring. "No matter who comes to me, I would never pay attention to them. Never. You're the only one I want." His other hand comes up to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his intense, burning gaze.

It was the first time you ever heard his voice to be so... vulnerable.

"The only girl I want... So..." You can hear his voice shake, "Don't break up with me, ok?"

Your eyes glaze with tears, your heart tugging at his words. No, it wasn't supposed to end up like this. You made up your mind a few weeks ago, always nagging at the back of your mind. Ending your relationship would be the best for you two—.

He kisses you then, any doubts in your mind disappearing as his mouth claiming theirs in a brutal, dominating kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips, plundering the warm cavern as he grinds his hips forward, rubbing his throbbing erection against your thigh.

Ah, you don't care anymore.

"Don't think anymore, ok? Just let me do it for you."

He starts to rub the broad head of his cock along your slit, coating himself in your combined juices. "Tell you what, sweetheart. I'll be gentle like the usual... for now." He promises darkly, his voice rough with restrained lust. "I'll make this first part nice and slow, nice and easy for you."

"H-Huh?"

With that, he starts to push forward, the thick length of his cock slowly sinking into your tight, clutching heat. He has to fight the urge to slam forward, to bury himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. But he resists, forcing himself to go slowly, to savor the exquisite feeling of your walls stretching around him.

"Ah, you're still so tight." He grits out through clenched teeth, his fingers flexing against your hips as he fights for control. "Such a perfect cunt."

"Too soon! I'm still... s-sensitive!" You cried out but he starts to move then, his hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm as he fucks into you with deep, deliberate strokes. Each thrust pushes him a little deeper, a little harder, until he's finally buried to the hilt inside you. He pauses for a moment, letting you feel the heavy weight of him, the way he's stretching you impossibly full.

"Hehe, sorry can't help it. Does that feel gentle enough for you, sweetie?" He asks, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, yet his angelic face covers it. "Or do you need me to be even more... careful?" He punctuates the word with a sharp thrust of his hips, grinding his pelvis against your clit.

Your brain short circuit by the overstimulation, all you could think about was him, and his big cock, "A-Ah, you— ish... so good~!"

He snarls in feral pleasure as he feels your pussy clench and ripple around his pistoning cock. The way you are moaning and crying out, begging him not to stop... it's the headiest fucking thing he's ever heard. It makes him want to ruin you, to fuck you so hard and so deep that you'll never forget the feeling of his cock splitting you open.

You came in surprise, your eyes rolling in the back of your head, chest heaving, "C-Can't too much..!"

"You can do it," He growls, his voice a dark, distorted rumble. He can feel his own release building, his balls drawing up tight as he fucks into you with wild abandon, "A-ah~ clench this greedy cunt around my dick, dollface. Milk it for all it's worth.

You never saw this side of him before, a more vulgar side to him. Spouting dirty words that's the opposite of his facade. Maybe, you didn't know your boyfriend that well? He was always gentleman to you in bed, always going with your pace and being mindful about his words but now...

"N-No~ I really ah! Can't!" You shake your head frantically, having enough of the sensitivity.

"Yes, you can! You will, sweetie~!"

He buries his face in the crook of her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin as he chases his pleasure. He wants to mark you, to leave his claim all over your body for everyone to see. He wants the whole world to know that you belong to him, that you're his to fuck and fill and love as he sees fit. The thought of another man putting his hand on you makes him mad, you're only his and he isn't afraid to take that way for you to be officially his.

"I'm gonna cum, sweetie." He grits out, his hips slamming forward with sharp, brutal thrusts. "I'm gonna pump this tight little pussy full of my seed, gonna breed this fucking cunt until it's dripping with my cum."

Breed?

He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing mercilessly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I want to feel you cum on my cock, sweetheart. I want to feel you shake and quake as I fill you with my my child."

Wait...!

His other hand slides up, wrapping around your throat and squeezing lightly. It's enough to make you gasp for air, pulse jumping wildly beneath his touch. It's enough to make you even tighter, body instinctively clenching down around him as he fucks into you with short, vicious thrusts.

Too much!

"Now, sweetie~ cum. Now." He commands, his voice a dark and sinful. And with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself balls deep inside her and starts to cum. His cock jerks and pulses as he paints your insides with thick ropes of his hot seed, filling you up just like he promised.

So full...

You gasp out, your skin flushed and damp with sweat. The room spins around you, his weight pressing you down into the mattress as you struggle to catch your breath. Body aches all over, especially between your legs. The feeling of his cum painting your insides is strange, unsettling.

Your vision having black spots, your consciousness fading as you hear him murmur promises to you.

"I'll take responsibility whether we have a child or not, we'll get married and have a cute child."

You feel a warm kiss on your forehead.

"I love you. I love you more than anyone else, I only love you."

[kkai-zen]

18+ nsfw, MDNI.

obsessed roommate!geto wanted to fuck you through his mattress the second he saw you, looking so damn cute standing in front of his door begging for a place to stay.

obsessed roommate!geto who tries not to stare at your lacy panties that are sitting conveniently on top of your stack of laundry but ends up pocketing them when you’re not looking.

obsessed roommate!geto who patiently listens to you rant about all your bad hook-ups, subtly crossing his legs to hide his raging boner.

obsessed roommate!geto hears your fake moans through the thin walls when you bring guys home and thinks knows that he fuck you better.

obsessed roommate!geto ends up palming himself through his pants listening to your whimpers.

obsessed roommate!geto can’t help but imagine himself fucking you instead, thinking about how pretty your face would look under him as he fucks you dumb, cute little tongue lolling out and spilling drool on his sheets as he plows you.

obsessed roommate!geto thinks about how creamy and tight and warm your hole would be clenching around him, desperately bucking his hips into his fist, his other clutching your stolen panties.

obsessed roommate!geto also thinks about shooting his cum into your cute lil’ hole, seed dripping out of your abused cunt and slathering his cock as he keeps drilling into you, and he clenches his jaw to stop himself from outright moaning your name when pearly cum spills through his fingers.

obsessed roommate!geto feels like some teenage loser incel again, jerking off to his hot roommate’s moans through the walls, but he just can’t help himself when it comes to you.

obsessed roommate!geto instantly gets hard again after hearing the lewd plap-plap-plap! of your sweet little cunt through the walls, thrusting his cum-covered fist over his cock again.

obsessed roommate!geto gets off three more times that night long after your shitty hook-up leaves the apartment, and his body is drenched in sweat, mind spinning with thoughts of absolutely ruining you.

obsessed roommate!geto is running on empty, but he brings your panties (now ruined with his seed) to his face, inhaling the scent of you mixed with his cum—and promptly passes out.

obsessed roommate!geto sees you crawling around on the floor the next morning searching for your lacy panties (which you swear you had the day before), and the sight of you on all fours and your cute, round ass sticking out almost has Geto cumming on the spot, even after emptying his balls last night.

obsessed roommate!geto decides he can’t take this anymore, cock swelling in his grey sweats as he walks towards you, kneeling down behind your ass as his tall, broad body shadows your figure.

obsessed roommate!geto is dizzy with lust as he’s rubbing his hard-on against the plush of your ass, and when you grind back onto his erection with a tiny moan slipping through your pretty lips, a wet patch darkens over his crotch.

obsessed roommate!geto grunts as you tease him, gigging as you rub against his cum-stained sweats, but your laugh vanishes when he rips your shorts and panties off in one swift movement, lining his hot, throbbing cock up with your dripping cunt before giving you the best dick you’ve ever had.

[satorucest]

❝ FIRST KISS ❞ — gojo satoru

mdni, fem!reader, smutty but no p in v, 1k wc, childhood best friend satoru, he just wants a kiss (you make out with something alright…), the first kiss that isn’t on his cheek :’) reader can’t say no (i couldn’t either tbh), extremely premature ejaculation, satoru is desperate and sensitive, maybe he likes being looked at like he’s a freaking weirdo...

you don’t know how exactly you found yourself in this situation.

“c’mooooon, just one kiss?”

satoru holds up his forefinger to emphasize his words, a childish pout playing on his pink lips.

you roll your eyes, feeling a slight heat creep up your cheeks as you avoid his gaze, avoid all of him, trying to maintain your resolve.

“ugh, no satoru. don’t be weird.” you mumble, voice strained.

his eyes widen in response to your rejection, but sensing your wavering stance, his eyes narrow, and he proceeds to push further.

“why not? you kiss me all the time!” your best friend whines, pout growing more pronounced when he juts out his lower lip further, making him look even more adorable. those eyes of his sparkle with mischief as you shift on your knees, exasperated at his persistence.

you try to maintain a strong front, you really do. but the boy, no, the man in front of you had a certain power over you even after so many years, and you were helplessly weak when it came to him, when it came to satoru, your annoyingly endearing best friend since childhood.

“this is different, ‘toru. it’s silly, you know it is.” you try reasoning, voice laced with a hint of warning.

your tone does nothing to put him off, however, and he simply shuffles closer, transfixed on your lips before heaving out a dramatic sigh. beautiful eyes well up with crocodile tears as he gazes down at you, voice taking on a pleading tone.

“please, pretty? just one liddol kiss?” he whimpers before leaning in close, face inches from yours, warm breath whispering against your skin.

you can’t help but glance down for a moment to school yourself, before looking back up to his face, your own flustered in embarrassment. you hope it’s quick enough that he doesn’t see, but satoru notices the aversion, he always does. he knows you so well, better than anyone.

“you’re not scared, are you?", he teases suddenly, a big warm hand now padding along the soft skin of your cheek.

a shiver runs down your spine as his breath caresses your ear, his words sending a spark of desire down your body.

there’s a subtle twitch in the muscles on your face once you process his question, evidently irked by his words. at this, your best friend flashes you his infamous goofy grin. his demeanor had changed rather quickly from his performance a mere sentence ago in a way that was hopelessly satoru.

despite your better judgment, you can feel yourself melting at his touch, crumbling in the face of his charms.

a deep, stuttering sigh leaves your lips, voice firm with an air of finality. “fine. only one, and that’s it.”

his gaze shoots back up and locks onto yours the moment those words leave your mouth. big blue eyes fill with a heart fluttering affection and a certain heat, a look you were all too used to, a way best friends should never look at each other, and a familiar feeling of warmth spreads through your chest.

a triumphant smile spreads across satoru’s face and he lets out a whoop of excitement, face lighting up, and you can’t stop the small smile curling onto your lips as he quickly adjusts his position, spreading his legs slightly as he leans back, giving you more room to shimmy yourself into, which you do without question.

“go on, give me a kiss.” he sighs, breathless in anticipation.

you decide to end his suffering and give him what he wants. with reluctance, you lean forward, inching close until your lips hover over a way too adorable shade of pink before you’re planting a quick, wet kiss onto the tip of his cock.

it’s just a peck, but you can feel the shudder wrack through his body at the small contact and he lets out a soft gasp, eyes rolling back to his skull.

“mmmph . . .”

pulling back, his hips make a desperate attempt at following you with a jerky movement, but fail miserably. his cock was erratic in its movements, with a mind of its own — it was big enough to have one anyway — twitching, bobbing and most of all, sensitive, like all of satoru.

“why did you move away?!”, your best friend whines like a petulant child, brows pinching together and eyes once again glimmering with tears, though this time, they were quite real.

“it was kissing you back too! don’t you love me? you’ll give me more, right? i’m your best friend, you should — ”

he babbles on, brainless and dumb, as if a single kiss from you triggered an onslaught of neverending desperation. you watch him, startled, brows knitting together in mild irritation, looking him right in the eye before backtracking to the achy, leaking, baseball bat he calls his cock.

“o—oh god! please, don’t look at me like that—”, he barely manages to strangle out in a moan, clutching the couch cushions on either side of him in a tight grip to ground himself, knuckles white.

his hips lurch forward, a spurt of hefty pearlescent droplets shooting out from the top before running along the side of his length, shirt stained and ruined.

“h—hah . . . hnghhh — ”

your breath hitches at the overwhelmingly erotic sight, throat going dry. continuing to look on in poorly concealed amazement, unable to look away (did you even want to?), pupils dilating as you take in the copious amounts of thick, white cum dribbling out of his shaking form. satoru’s body jolted with each rope of his load, eyes fluttering closed in what seemed to be pleasure, but almost bordering pain.

it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that your best friend just nutted cause you kissed his cock.

[moechies-deactivated20260306]

big brudder shidou is such a guard dog.. never letting u have a boyfie but basically having been your boyfie since forever <3

nonnie ur so right :( ryu nii is wayyy too possessive and every single aspect and bit of him feels a violent yearn to always be with u , be the only one on ur mind . yeaaahh he’s da best ♡ tw cest

"i hate you!" you whine — having thrown your tantrum the minute your brother stole you away from the seat of your secret date night, to the moment he shut the door behind him to your shared home.

you toss your white clutch onto the ground, stomping incessantly towards your bedroom before slamming the door shut. he hears your muffled groans of frustration, soft hiccups barely audible as you whine into your pillow. "stupid, stupid, stupid nii-nii." you mumble, and he merely chuckles at your attempt to hide your fustrations at him.

your date didn't even last a whole thirty minutes before you felt a familiar clasp of a big warm hand on your bare shoulder. it's evident by the way your date's eye's peer up at the unfamiliar face that hovers behind you, stuttering as he poorly excuses himself to the washroom. shidou almost laughs as he watches your excuse of a date stumble across the marble grounds, nearly slipping as he gets one last glance at your brother, not you, before making a run for it.

"what are you doing—!" before shidou lets you you finish your sentence, he’s tugging you by the soft of your bicep, cusping and trapping you against his side. "let's go home, sis."

you fuss and whine, attempting to convince shidou to call the stupid, unworthy man back, but he wastes no breath wanting to entertain you, and simply sits you down on the leather seats, buckling your seat belt, and slamming the car door shut. he's whilstling the entire time with no care in the world, as if another casual night of taming his little sister.

shidou shrugs his jacket off, making his way towards your room with a sluggish drag. he shoves your door open with no shame, watching and chuckling at your sulking self hidden under all your fluffy blankets and pillows. you only ever go into your room when you're sulking or upset at shidou, (which is common) but you're often sleeping against the brute in the comfort of his silk sheets and master bedroom. he claims that the bed gets too cold at night, and needs you by his side.

"now now," shidou grins, situating himself on the edge of your bed, "don't be like that. yer acting like a damned brat."

"fuck off, ryu." you hiccup foot pressing against the mans glute to distance him from you. he only catches the limb with a swift grab, halting any movement from your left leg from now on.

"is that really how you're going to thank your big bro for saving you from that piece-of-shit excuse of a man? hm? look at mee." shidou drags out, his free burly hand coming to reach at your face. he turns your jaw, cheeks squeezed tight in his hold, forcing your eyes on him. he enamours the sight before him, your quivering lips and watery eyes — how conniving you are. he knows you don’t care for the man, but you want to be pitied and coddled by your eldest brother. he knows you all too well. you’re a brat. "he wasn't that ba—!"

"he's nothing compared to me."

"that's—“

"yeah? are you going to tell me that's not true? say it." shidou growls. "tell nii-nii that useless slag is better than me, sis. speak up. don’t get shy on me now.”

he lets go of your foot, bringing his face close to yours. his forehead presses against yours intimately enough, blearing rosy orbs glaring into yours. you whine, hand coming up to loosen his fingers with a strong grip on your sore cheeks. "n—n'more, nii-nii, h—hurts." you cry, sniffling when he lets go.

"tell me he's a better man."

"not, he—he's not. not—not a better man." you mumble, hiccuping softly.

shidou hums in content, his once engraving glare shifting back into his dim, pinky ones. ‘course he’s not.’

"are you still angry? angry nii-nii fucked up your date?" shidou smiles, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder. "you are, hm? do you want nii-nii to make it up to you?" you whine, a soft blush growing on the apple of your cheeks. "tell me."

you find yourself mute, but you nod your head shakily. "speak up, or i won't." shidou threatens, a malicious grin that spreads across his face. "wait ! wan' you to make it up to me, nii-nii, f'being so mean."

"nii-nii's sorry." shidou moves close, fingers playing and finding their way under your thick sheets. "really, really sorry." shidou whispers against the shell of your ear, and you whine helplessly under him when you feel timid finger drag lightly across your thigh. "will you forgive nii-nii?"

"i—i dunno."

"really? so mean." shidou chuckles, eyes widening when you willingly part your legs subtly. as if he wouldn't notice. "makin' it easy for me, huh? how nice of you."

"stopp.." you whine, embarrassed.

he strokes his middle finger under the crotch of your cotton panty, whistling softly when he discovers your soddened cunt, seemingly having been crying for him all this time. "look at you." you whine, shaking your head softly with your eyes shut tight.

"'mouto's so desperate for me. she’s so cuteeee." he teases, giggling when you gasp out a soft stop. you flinch hard when he presses his middle finger into your soft pussy with no warning, feeling the rest of his hand against the outside of your cunt. "nii-nii!"

"mmm, right here." he mumbles, pressing a tender kiss against your slicked up lips. "look so damn pretty t'night. y’don’t even dress up like this f’me. hm?" the brute admits, curling his finger upwards and making you yelp. "nii-nii!"

"you deserve this for making me jealous, okay? take it like i know you can."

you moan of a sweet melody, hand grasping at his free one when he slips his ring finger besides his middle finger, the overwhelming stretch of his burly fingers making you cry out. "ryuuu," you cry against his lips, moans hitching softly at his constant pummels of his fingers against your walls. "ha—hah—!"

“are my fingers helping you, baby?” shidou giggles, a sick grin that plasters his face when he hears your breath hitch and your lower lip wobble at a particularly mean thrust. “oh baby, don’t cry.” he coos condescendingly, on par to his normal act around you.

“nii-nii, make me c—cum! want to, now!”

“there, there,” shidou coos, “yer wish is my command, righ?’”

and he does — mean fingers molding your pliant pussy to his fingers, drooling and creaming cunt messing up the sheets below you. don’t worry, nii-nii will take care of it all. because that’s just how great of a man shidou ryusei is . ♡

[indiewritesxoxo]

sunday morning

chapter twenty-five | prev<< | chapter index

three's a crowd, right? . . . right?

pairings: roommate!Choso x f!reader ft. ex-bf!Nanami + fwb!Gojo

content: mdni! guys nothing I say here will prepare you for this chap and reading these tags might feel like getting punched in the face but here I go lol. unprotected piv sex, creampie, threesome, fingering, sensory deprivation (blindfolds and earplugs), oral (m! + f! receiving), multiple positions (doggy, mating press, missionary lol), heavy tension, Gojo + Choso are both so possessive lmao

art by @3-aem and divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !!

You couldn’t quite comprehend how you ended up in this situation.

Sandwiched between the two men you'd been sleeping with on the couch in Gojo's living room, the lights dimmed and movie volume two notches too high on his massive tv screen. Yuji had fallen asleep, head at an uncomfortable angle and eyes shut, the blanket covering his body rising and falling with his steady breaths. You, on the other hand, were wide awake.

How could you not be?

Gojo's arm was slung around your shoulder, Choso's large hand resting on your thigh and drifting higher ever-so-slightly, already well-past the hem of your dress. You didn't think either of them would even be able to tell you what was happening on screen if you asked.

“You sleepy?” Choso's gravelly voice murmured in your ear, leaning in close enough to graze his lips against your skin and send shivers down your spine.

“Not really,” You quietly replied. His fingers trailed along the inside of your thigh, slipping underneath the thin band of your underwear and tracing a line there. The center of the fabric was already slick just from the little circles he’d been rubbing along your skin for the past half hour. He hummed almost inaudibly, the low sound reverberating through your body as the tips of his fingers ventured closer into dangerous territory, under the band of your panties.

He wasn’t really about to . . . ?

You were barely able to contain your gasp as you found out, yes, he really was. Slipping a single finger into your entrance, slowly inching his way deeper as you peered up at him in shock.

“Better keep quiet, baby,” He murmured, although his attention was focused more on the man to your left rather than his sleeping brother on the opposite end of the large sofa.

“You two having fun without me?” Gojo snickered, keeping his voice down. You squirmed under the weight of his arm, lips sealed shut and desperate to maintain your composure despite where Choso's hand currently was.

“If we are?” Choso challenged.

“Then I wanna join,” Gojo pouted.

The absurdity of it wasn't lost on you but you didn't even get to think about it before his free hand caught your chin, pulling you into a heated kiss. You wanted to turn and look at Choso, but Gojo's grip tightened, holding you in place as Choso slid another finger in to join the first, curling up in a too-fast rhythm. You expected this sort of thing from Gojo - but Choso just going along with it was baffling. You could feel your moan building in your chest, but the moment your lips started to part, Gojo used it to push his tongue in.

Choso pried Gojo's fingers off your face, turning your attention back to him. Your sharp gasp was cut off as his mouth covered yours, like he was trying to erase any trace of Gojo being there.

You already knew the latter wasn't going to give up.

The weight on your shoulder disappeared, Gojo’s arm falling back to his side but not staying there. No, two hands grabbed ahold of your hips, twisting your body slightly and pulling you into him so your back was flush against his chest and you were facing Choso. The sudden change forced Choso's fingers deeper, your whimper barely concealed by his kiss. One of Gojo's hands slipped up to hold your waist while the other was busy sliding up your thigh under your dress, thumb rubbing tantalizingly slowly up to where Choso had shoved your panties to the side.

Choso's teeth skimmed against your lower lip, tugging on it softly. His thrusts weren't so kind, fingers repeatedly pressing into the soft spot that had you clenching around his fingers and leaning against him for support.

If two’s company, three was most certainly a crowd.

Or at least that was the last coherent thought you managed before one of Gojo's long fingers slid in to join Choso's, the added pressure almost burning at the stretch. Your thighs tried to close around their hands, your brain and your body short-circuiting at the new sensation. Whether it was Gojo's sudden intrusion or the fact that all you could manage were short, sharp inhales through your nose, your head was spinning.

You caressed Choso's cheek, feeling the hard line of his jaw as his tongue traced the ridges of your teeth. Refusing to pull away, break the kiss for even a moment lest Gojo try to sink his teeth back into you. It was a little late for that though, goosebumps trailing down your arm when you felt his warm breath on the nape of your neck.

“Mm,” Your whine was broken, devoured by the tongue pressing against yours. Gojo snickered again quietly at the tremble in your legs when he crooked his finger, finding his own pace in tandem with Choso to blind you to reason, reducing you down to just your most basic instinct.

Gojo's canines scraped against the column of your throat, your shudder only spurring him to imprint the outline of his teeth against your skin with harsh sucks.

Every time you started to move, Gojo's firm grip on your waist held you down, sinking deeper into the soft leather of his couch.

“You can take it,” He purred into your ear.

“I-I don-'' You started to mewl, straining to keep it down while wrapping your arms around Choso's neck to claw at the collar of his shirt.

“Doin’ so good for us already,” Gojo cooed. Choso grunted at his deliberate emphasis on us, but didn't stop pumping his sturdy fingers in and out, acting like they weren't brushing against Gojo's with every thrust.

Gojo licked a hot stripe along your collarbone, fluffy strands of hair almost tickling you as he buried his face into your neck while slowly pulling the tip of his finger out to trace the ghost of a circle around your poor, neglected clit.

Your spine went completely straight, the cracks in your composure giving way completely to lust.

“Hm, you like that?” He teased, his voice a soft hum.

“S-shut up,” You stammered in between heated kisses.

Choso pulled away, tilting your chin up so his piercing gaze was focused solely on you. The flickers from the screen cast colorful shadows on his face, but the low lighting made his eyes look nearly black, the line between the brown and the black of his pupils difficult to distinguish.

“Do you?” Choso pressed, and you weren't sure if it was him suddenly plunging deeper than they had before or the hard pressure of Gojo adding another finger to massage the bud of your clit or really just both of them at once but you were falling forward, balling up the fabric of Choso's shirt in your fist and trying to muffle the noise they ripped out of you into his chest.

Out of the corner of your vision, you vaguely processed Choso's head turning to check that you hadn't woken Yuji up, his fingers freezing knuckle-deep in your cunt.

“Sweetheart,” Gojo clicked his tongue. “Gotta be quieter than that.”

He pulled his hand out from under your dress, a whine threatening to leave your lips in protest. That was, until he reached up to pop two still-slick fingers into your mouth. He half-shoved them in between your teeth, the taste of yourself on your tongue.

“There we go,” He murmured, sounding almost proud of himself. He shifted his weight closer, the pads of his fingers wrinkling your dress as he leaned in.

Choso's brows furrowed into a deep ‘V’ when he turned back, scowling openly at the possessive hold Gojo had on you, the way he was keeping you in place for him preventing him from actually making any complaints. He still refused to take it out on you, curling his fingers and resuming the same rhythm he had before as if it hadn't phased him in the slightest.

But it looked like Gojo had found a new game in pushing every single one of Choso's buttons he could find.

“Feels even better when she's sucking on-” You nipped at the soft flesh of his finger, not hard enough to hurt but still stopping him before he could finish the rest of his sentence.

Choso's face still made it obvious Gojo was very much succeeding in getting under his skin, his scowl only softening when he focused on you instead, repositioning his hand so his thumb could roll over your sensitive clit while he fingered you stupid.

“You gonna cum for him, baby?” Whether it was a tease or a taunt, you could still feel yourself squeezing around Choso’s fingers at Gojo's deep voice.

“Mhm,” You weakly mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as you could feel yourself getting lured closer and closer to the edge, waves building with every messy thrust.

"You can make her cum, right?” Gojo directed his petty question towards Choso.

“I did last night,” Choso snarkily shot back. As if to prove his point, he crooked his fingers into the spongy spot in the back that left you unraveling, whining incoherently and pulling him closer against your body.

He pressed warm kisses along your jaw and down your neck, his thumb rubbing tender circles against your clit, thighs shaking and slick with sweat while you desperately tried to moan his name. All that came out was a strangled cry and drool dribbling down onto Choso's shirt when you attempted to bury your face in his chest despite Gojo's fingers threatening to gag you.

Gojo was mumbling something in your ear, your brain too fried already to fully process what he was saying as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth until he was helping you up onto trembling legs, supporting your weight.

“You comin’, Kamo?” Gojo called back, not waiting before tugging you down the hall by your wrist. Your head turned back to look at him, tracing the outline of his broad shoulders, chewing on your lower lip and hoping he'd follow. Too swept up in the afterglow to be thinking clearly.

“Yeah,” Choso begrudgingly agreed, pushing off the couch cushion to stand up and catch up to the two of you in the hallway. Yuji was still completely out, a string of drool on his chin staining the pillow awkwardly supporting his neck.

You snagged Choso's hand once he caught up, interlacing your fingers with his and squeezing as you followed Gojo back to what you guessed was his room at the very end of the hall.

“Are you sure you wanna . . .” You paused, not confident enough to finish your question as you started to come back down to earth. Are you sure you wanna have a threesome with Gojo, of all people? “I just mean, we don't have to if you don't-”

“I want to,” Choso simply said.

You were about to call him out for lying, but there was something firm in his tone, like he had something to prove.

Whether it was to you or to Gojo, you guessed you would find out shortly.

Gojo's lips curled up in a vicious grin when he twisted the knob open, pulling you inside and out of Choso's grasp with a rough yank.

“Go-” Your warning died in your throat when he dragged you to the edge of his enormous bed, your panties sticking uncomfortably to your skin as he perched you on his plush mattress.

“Stay here,” He winked, walking over to a closet in the corner of the room, flicking on a cool light, the sound of him rummaging through something filling the silence.

You glanced over at Choso, leaning against the doorframe and watching you with an unreadable expression.

“I'm not a dog,” You grumbled, folding your arms across your chest and staying seated nevertheless.

“Yeah, yeah,” Gojo muttered, stepping back out with something hidden behind his back. “But you're gonna be a good girl for me anyway, right?”

You wanted to blame his silver tongue for the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, but when he pulled out a long strip of black fabric you quickly recognized as a blindfold, you realized it might just be him.

He waited for an objection, giving you the chance to back out. You hesitated, considering the probability that you once again probably bit off way more than you could chew. But you'd be lying if you weren't tingling at the prospect of whatever he was planning.

Reluctantly, you met Gojo's eyes for a brief moment, a brilliant glimmer twinkling in the blue as he realized you were willing to play his game. He wrapped the silk blindfold around your head, the fabric soft against your skin as he leaned in only inches away to adjust it.

“Just trust me,” His wink was the last thing you saw before he settled it in place, carefully tying it firm enough that the knot wouldn't easily come undone but not enough to pull at any of your hairs.

For his words of reassurance, they certainly felt ominous.

The quiet thud of the door shutting behind Choso only added to your growing nervousness.

One of them grabbed the hem of your dress, tugging it up and over your head, another hand grazing against your hip to hook two fingers around your underwear and yank them down your thighs. There was the rustling of clothes hitting the floor, bare feet padding along the wood as you found yourself sitting bare and vulnerable in front of them with only the thin fabric of your bra covering you.

But not even two seconds later that was gone too, nimble fingers making quick work of unclasping it.

You could feel the bed sink a little as someone sat next to you, a hard thigh brushing against your own and a soft kiss pressed against your neck. You knew it was Choso before you sunk your fingers into his hair, feeling around for his cheeks and tilting his face up to press a gentle kiss against his mouth, sucking softly on his bottom lip and discovering he had discarded his shirt already when his bare chest met yours, his skin cool to the touch.

“I've got a question for you,” Gojo's lilting voice pulled your attention back to him. His finger traced up the side of your arm, and you wondered what kind of smug expression he wore now.

“Yeah?” You hummed, heart panging a little when Choso broke the kiss off.

“Who fucks you better?”

No matter how light and jovial his tone was, there was an unmistakable edge to it. And sure, it was wrong, this whole thing was probably (definitely) wrong, but it stirred a treacherous excitement deep in your core.

“Excuse me?” You squeaked, swallowing hard.

“We're all friends here,” Gojo coyly teased.

“We're not friends,” Choso gruffly replied.

“Well, I'm friends with her and she's-” He paused, the air charged with tension that was as enticing as it was uncomfortable. “. . . friends with you.”

His casual categorization of your relationship with Choso was obviously meant to grate at him. You could feel Choso gritting his teeth under your palm.

“You shouldn't ask questions you might not like the answer to,” You cheekily cut in, hoping to end the bickering before it turned into fighting. Gojo laughed freely.

“You shouldn't lie,” He pressed the tip of his finger into your sternum, earning an annoyed scoff from Choso.

“Well, you shouldn't be so cocky,” You challenged.

“Why don't we put it to the test then?”

Your heart dropped. The alarm bells that failed to go off earlier were screeching in your head now, whatever he was scheming clearly spelling trouble. But you couldn't find it in yourself to outright refuse.

“What are you talking about?” You tried not to sound too interested, but between the blindfold snuggly fixed over your eyes and the almost delicate patterns he was just in barely tracing up along your neck and back down across your breast sent goosebumps down your arm.

You knew what he was doing. His carefully constructed comments setting the traps knowing you would take the bait.

“Wanna play a little game?” What, was he using cheesy horror movie lines now to try and entice you? And why on earth was it working?

“What kind?” You asked, forcing yourself to gather the scraps of common sense you had left to err on the side of caution.

“Just let us take care of you. All you have to do is let us know who makes you cum first,” He spoke softly, like he was proposing a place to eat brunch at and not something light years out of your comfort zone. You started to squirm, chest heaving as you realized that this was very much happening and all you had to do was say yes.

You turned back slightly towards Choso, silently asking if he was sure before things went too far. He squeezed your thigh reassuringly.

“Fine, but don't come crying to me if your feelings get hurt,” You tried to joke to hide just how nervous you were.

Gojo laughed again, the bed creaking as he stood up and you listened to his footsteps pad back in the direction of his closet. With every thud, your stomach somersaulted.

“I don't plan on losing,” He just sounded smug. “But we've gotta make it fair, right?”

Gojo grabbed your hands, moving them so your wrists were crossed behind your back before something soft wrapped around them. The knot he tied this time was much tighter, the fabric binding them together not allowing any slack as you tried to flex your wrists.

You pouted, his intervention spoiling any chance of you tugging their hair to distinguish between the two of them. Still, you couldn't imagine it would be that hard to tell who was who.

That was until his fingers skimmed against the outer shell of one of your ears before inserting a small spongy ear plug, immediately blocking out the subtle sounds you had been using to make out your surroundings. You paused, spine still as he inserted one in the other ear, completely canceling out any noise.

“Satoru,” You could barely hear your own voice, tinged with panic and using his first name in the hopes he’d offer any mercy and knowing it'd fall on equally deaf ears.

The heat from the bodies next to you disappeared, only the shift in the mattress underneath you clueing you in to the fact that both men had stood up. Straining your ears, you could faintly make out the muffled voices of them talking to each other but it was impossible to make out what they were saying. Hopefully just setting ground rules so they didn't kill each other before the night was over. Every second that ticked by felt like an hour, the obnoxiously cold air in Gojo's apartment making you shiver as your exposed nipples hardened.

Someone’s hands pried apart your thighs, thumbs digging into the pliable muscle and pulling them wide open. The kisses he planted along the tender flesh were careful, dotting the skin as he made his way up to your clit, wasting no time wrapping his lips around it to suck softly. You gasped, thighs clenching as his tongue drew rough shapes around it.

The realization you were absolutely fucked hit you almost immediately.

You had no idea who it was.

But another hand grazed against your breasts, the bed sinking as the other man sat next to you. Rolling your nipple between his index and thumb before groping at the other one, fingers kneading into the tissue.

You couldn't decide what to focus on, let alone even starting to decipher who was who. Not with a mouth lapping at your cunt as another latched onto your breast.

Barely breathing, you had to remind yourself to exhale as they each squeezed and licked and groped while your wrists struggled against their binding. Now that you couldn't, all you wanted was to touch and feel them back.

Whoever was nestled between your thighs slid their hands up to grab hold of your hips like they were handlebars, pulling you even closer into the warmth of his mouth as his tongue finally darted inside you. At least with the earplugs you didn't have to hear the desperate moan that escaped your throat.

That was enough to make the other one jealous.

Or that's what you guessed at least when the teeth that had previously only been brushing against your nipple bit down, tugging just enough to knock the air out of our lungs, cunt throbbing against the rough pink muscle crooking hard and flat against your walls.

They were making it hard to think, hard to do anything other than whimper helplessly and fail desperately at wiggling free. You tried to piece together any clues that might give it away, but logic had left you half an hour ago.

You were going to cum.

Could feel it building and starting to crest, feeling like you were burning up from the inside out as the knot in your stomach threatened to snap at any moment. But before you could, they both stopped touching you, pulling away abruptly. You whined, wrists really straining now as you pleaded for them to keep going.

You could be embarrassed about begging later.

But right now your brain was a mess, replaying an endless loop of need-more, need-more, need-more.

You closed your legs, pressing your knees against each other as you struggled to find any friction to soothe the almost-painful ache of being edged like that. It might've only been a few seconds, but it felt like forever until you felt the bed shift and the weight of someone pressing against your back. Had they switched positions? Or was it meant to trick you?

Instead of going back to groping you, he went to press kisses against your throat, the skin there already sensitive from Gojo marking it up earlier.

He sucked messily, and while you couldn't hear it, you felt his groan as he pressed his chest against you. The hard bulge digging into your spine had you clenching around nothing, desperate and clingy for whatever they would give you.

There was a soft tap on your knee, almost like a knock on the door. You spread your legs, allowing him to slot himself between your thighs as he dove nose-first into your heat.

The sharp point of his nose digging into your clit as he devoured you like it was his last meal. Tracing intricate patterns that had your head falling back on the other one's shoulder for support as you arched your hips up to drive his tongue deeper.

Your thighs wanted to press together, hold him in place so they couldn't move again - but he pinned them even further apart, muscles aching at the stretch while he continued to fervently eat you out. There was absolutely no way you'd be able to last much longer. Someone (Gojo maybe?) nipped at your neck, before licking a clean line up the exposed tendon. The arms wrapped around your waist tightened, muscular forearms pressing into the soft flesh of your stomach.

When Choso’s - you assumed - mouth found your clit, all it took was his tongue just barely scraping against the still-sensitive bud for you to cum hard. A string of incoherent curses rolling off your own tongue as your legs shook underneath the unyielding grip of his soft hands while he continued through your orgasm.

It hit you before you even finished.

Choso didn't have soft hands.

Gojo did.

Fuck.

You might never hear the end of this.

Choso’s hand drifted up from your waist to grab your face and twist it around so he could lean down and kiss you through it, covering up the last of your moans. As his tongue slipped past your lips and you tasted the slick still on it, you realized your assumption had been correct and they had switched off before.

There was the faint sound of Gojo’s voice as he pushed off of your legs to stand up. Choso pulled away, a low hum filling your ears as he replied back. You still couldn’t tell what he was saying, but you could hear the brusque tone he used. Pouting, you tried to separate your wrists again, your hands brushing against his cock, making it twitch.

He started to untie the bindings as Gojo plucked out the earplugs still stuffed in your ears.

“That’s my girl,” Gojo cooed, caressing your cheek and slipping a finger teasingly underneath the edges of the blindfold but not taking it off. You didn’t need to see to know he probably had some shit-eating grin on his face for winning a game he made the rules for.

Choso didn’t say anything, moving back to the original spot he’d sat next to you in after freeing your hands.

“I don’t think that was fair,” You mumbled, rubbing at the faint lines left on your wrists.

“Uh-huh,” Gojo laughed.

For someone so talented with his tongue, he sure used it in the most annoying way possible half the time.

He reached around, carefully untying the knot holding the blindfold in place, the light temporarily stunning you as you blinked a few times and readjusted. He was watching you smugly, like a bored house cat who just caught a mouse by its tail.

He leaned in and pressed a feather-light kiss to your temple, your brain stumbling over your train of thoughts at the chaste gesture.

Like an old habit that refused to die, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking over at Choso. You couldn’t decide if you were just concerned he would be upset, but a tiny piece of you kind of hoped he would. That it’d spur him into confessing that he was in love liked you too.

You couldn’t read his face though, his brows just barely pulled together and eyes dark as his gaze lingered and trailed up-and-down your body.

“He's been taking such good care of you, right? Why don't you return the favor, baby?” Gojo's whisper in your ear was still loud enough that you knew it carried over to Choso. You squeezed his thigh, eyes flitting up to meet his.

“Can I?” You asked him. He cast a suspicious glance over to Gojo, but still nodded. You patted the center of the bed, eyes glued to the sweat glistening on his chest and the dark happy trail drawing your attention south to taunt you as he laid down, his muscles taut as he struggled to relax. His boxers were still on, a clearly outlined bulge straining against the thin cotton.

Your throat felt painfully dry as you slowly tugged them down his sturdy thighs, the head a pretty shade of pink and a thick drop of pre-cum collected on top. You quickly tossed the boxers behind you, wrapping your mouth around the tip and slowly swirling your tongue as you nestled between his legs. His cheeks quickly turned the same shade as the head of his cock, a husky moan leaving his mouth as his hips bucked himself in deeper.

The thick girth of it shoved up against the roof of your mouth, your tongue pressing flat against the pronounced vein running along underneath while he slid in as much as he could. The last couple inches threaten to gag you, your hand wrapping around the base of his shaft to stroke what you couldn't fit.

But someone apparently disagreed.

A hand pushed down on the back of your head, almost choking you on Choso's cock. Your whimper turned into a moan when you felt another hand hoist your ass up in the air and you belatedly realized what was happening when Gojo nudged your legs further apart so he could position himself behind you as he got on the bed. You couldn't turn around, but you could feel how hard he was as he dragged it along the outside of your folds, tip dripping as it trailed across the damp skin.

If your mouth wasn't already stuffed, you probably would've begged him to put it in already.

Teasingly rubbing the thick head of it along your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you feel dizzy, each short inhale doing nothing to stop your head from spinning.

Intentional or not, you found yourself grinding back against him as he held you down for the second time tonight for Choso, although now you were the one pleasuring him.

When your eyes darted up, Choso’s chin was tilted back, head resting against one of the fluffy white pillows, the sharp outline of his Adam’s apple sticking out and bobbing as he hit the back of your throat.

Like he had a sixth sense for when your attention was straying, Gojo fully bottomed out in you, hips smacking roughly against your ass in one fluid movement. You cried out, the sound making Choso’s cock throb against your tongue.

The bruising grip of Gojo's fingertips holding onto your hip to keep him steady as he rutted into you harder and faster than he ever had before. Every mean thrust forced Choso deeper, making you actually gag, throat constricting around him.

You clawed at his chest with your free hand, nails leaving angry scratches on his sculpted muscles in a feeble attempt to ground yourself. He moaned, reaching out to cup one of your hollowed-out cheeks.

“What'd I tell you?” Gojo laughed, breathing a little ragged as he molded you around him.

“Can you shut up for once?” Choso growled through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut.

“That's up to her,” He hummed, pausing when his tip was smashed against your cervix and holding it there. It felt like all the blood had rushed down south, need pooling in your gut for him to go back to thrusting. You whined, every throb of his cock driving you insane. He leaned over so his soft lips were ghosting against the shell of your ear, somehow angling himself deeper, a feat that seemed impossible when you already felt so full. “What do you think, sweetheart? Want me to talk you through it?”

You whimpered - not even sure if you were trying to say yes or no as Choso's girth threatened to suffocate you. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes, knees feeling like they were going to buckle and collapse under you at any second when Gojo went back to fucking you like you were his.

He stopped holding your head down, fingers drifting across the bare skin of your back before grabbing a hold of your other hip for additional support.

The vein running along the bottom of Choso's cock pulsed as his hand wrapped around your neck, thumb running half-circles along the straining tendon. He lightly applied pressure, your low moan only making him fuck your face harder.

“Baby,” Choso murmured, and he might as well be squeezing your heart as much as your neck, the affection in his deep voice filling you with the urge to make him completely unravel for you.

Your grip on his shaft tightened, stroking what you couldn't reach with renewed vigor as you slid your tongue up-and-down.

“S’ cute when you try so hard,” Gojo's mocking probably would've been more effective if he didn't sound so completely fucked-out himself, panting as he branded your ass with the sharp ‘V’ of his hips. “Gonna make him cum now?”

“Satoru,” You popped off of Choso just long enough to scold him before resuming, surprised to feel the way Gojo twitched inside you just from his name leaving your mouth.

“Ah fuck, ” He stumbled over his words, stalling for a moment still buried deep inside you. “Can I, oh shit, can I cum inside you?”

You choked on your own spit, struggling to swallow the spot pooling in the back of your mouth and unable to answer his question with your lips back around Choso.

Common sense wanted to tell him no way in hell. But something about someone like him begging you had you clenching and squeezing his cock like you were trying to milk him.

“Fuck, you do,” He groaned as he snapped his hips roughly against you. Your admittedly weak protest was just a broken whimper.

Before he could though, Choso abruptly sat up and pulled you off of his tip with a lewd pop! before his hands found your waist to hoist you onto his lap so you were straddling him. Cutting off your whine with a scorching kiss, one hand still planted on your side while the other didn't hesitate to shove in his cock.

He practically whimpered into your mouth as the swollen head pressed snuggly against your cervix. His head fell back against the headboard, biting down on his bottom lip as you struggled to find a steady rhythm on top but your thighs were aching with every motion.

The corner of his mouth quirked up as he watched you try so hard through half-lidded eyes. Grabbing your hips, he leaned in close enough that your noses were touching.

“Need my help?” He hummed.

“Mm, need you,” Your voice cracked as you reluctantly nodded.

He guided you up-and-down the thick length of his cock, slow at first but picking up the pace when you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in the crook of his neck to stifle the noises he tore out of your throat, all sharp gasps and incoherent murmurs.

That was why you missed what happened next, too caught up in the way Choso was practically splitting you open on his dick to notice when one of his hands slipped away from your waist.

“She doesn't like that,” Gojo spoke coldly, unlike anything you'd ever heard him say before. You glanced back to see him grabbing Choso's wrist, hovering by your ass, realizing he must've intervened when Choso went to smack it.

Choso ripped his hand away, resuming his familiar hold and scanning your face for your reaction.

“Just tell me if you don't want to do anything, okay?” Choso was serious, dark eyes peering into yours, flat-out ignoring Gojo but still checking in to make sure you were okay.

“I-I will,” You stammered, struggling to talk normally when he was still stretching you around him. “I trust you.”

Maybe more than you had ever trusted anyone before.

You couldn't help but still be a little grateful that Gojo hadn't hesitated to stand up for you, whatever his intentions behind it were. When your gaze shifted back to him, he was already locked onto you.

Gojo's intense gaze seared through you. Eyes lingering across your bare body, littered with purple and red marks as proof of their affection, watching your breasts bounce as Choso fucked into you at an increasingly brutal pace. A few white strands sticking to his forehead, beads of sweat at his hairline as his palm slowly stroked his shaft.

“Please don't,” Choso whispered into your ear, caught somewhere between a hiss and a plea to get you to stop staring. “You’re mine right now.”

Couldn't you be his forever?

“I'm yours,” You readily agreed in a hushed reply, the smell of his shampoo and the warm and spicy scent of his cologne clinging to his skin as your nose nuzzled against his neck. “As long as you want me.”

“Fuck,” He hissed, pulling out abruptly to flip you over, pinning you on the bed underneath him to slam back in hard enough to yelp, but the noise was cut off by his mouth roughly colliding against yours.

You couldn't get used to it.

Every time he kissed you it might as well have been the first time anyone kissed you - hungry and needy.

He pressed your knees up into your chest, your thighs sore and sweaty as his hips slammed against them, his nails decorating your skin with half-moon imprints.

Fucked out would be an understatement - his pupils were blown, bangs plastered to his forehead and bottom lip swollen and kiss-bitten.

“C-Cho,” You choked out, the air in our lungs being shoved out with every harsh thrust.

The headboard creaked, the fancy wooden frame banging into the wall in time with the lewd sound of skin meeting skin.

“Say it again,” He murmured, his cheeks flushed and pink. Was he blushing right now? Like he didn't have you in a borderline mating press in another man's bed?

“Fuck, ah, all yours, Cho,” You whispered breathlessly, something in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter the deeper he drove himself into your cunt.

He had to let go of one thigh to fumble for your oversensitive clit, furiously massaging circles around it, not slowing in the slightest rutting into you.

“You close, pretty girl?” He asked, question punctuated with a raspy groan.

The only sound you could make was a throaty mhm, the noise barely audible over the thump thump thump of the headboard smacking against the wall. Nails scratching at his shoulder blades as you stared up at him adoringly.

He was so hot it hurt.

For all his blunt edges and sharp lines, there was an unmistakable softness to him that you knew he reserved for you that made your heart jump and lurch when his eyes met yours.

“Where do you want me to finish?” His voice was strained, heavy lashes fluttering as he applied more pressure to your swollen bud, making you shudder and gasp.

“Wherever you want,” You choked out, the last threads holding you back from coming completely undone frayed and ready to snap at any moment.

His thumb dragged along your clit the same time his tip found the spongy spot he knew would make you cum, bullying into it over-and-over as you cried out his name.

Toes curling and eyes scrunching closed as the force of it tore through you while the veins of his cock pulsated, white-hot warmth filling you as he came inside you. Thighs damp with sweat and slick and cum as he kissed every available inch of your face.

“You're so gorgeous,” You muttered when his ear came close to your mouth, not wanting to think about how you were going to come down from this high and somehow manage to land on your feet after this.

He tried to shield his face, turning away when he got off of you, droplets of cum dripping onto your leg and the comforter beneath you. But you could still see how red his cheeks were, blushing wildly at your compliment like it was news to him.

You started to lift your head and immediately stopped. Everything ached.

“You done?” Gojo asked your roommate, who gave him nothing more than a curt nod. He turned back to you with a mischievous grin. “Think you can give me one more, baby?”

You blinked once, twice, three times, wondering if you just heard him right.

“Just one, okay?” He proposed.

“I-I don't know if I can,” You started, propping yourself on your elbows to stare wide-eyed at Gojo. Or rather, the rock-hard erection he was still sporting and the patch of thick white fuzz above it as he climbed over you. How were you supposed to say no to someone who looked like that?

“I'll be gentle, I promise,” He sounded so genuine, it stunned you. You let him pull you closer, breath stuck in your throat as he spread your legs apart just enough to slowly slide himself in. Cum was still slowly leaking out, but he didn't appear to care, focused solely on your face. You couldn't stop yourself from whining with every inch, sensitive and almost overstimulated from how unforgivingly they'd both been fucking you for who-knows how long tonight.

Gentle wasn't really a word you would use to describe him. Sure, he could be soft sometimes. But there was always an underlying current of desperation, like every touch might as well be the last so he needed to make it count.

Not tonight though. He interlaced his fingers with yours, hands fully encompassing yours as he pressed them into the mattress.

“So beautiful f’me,” He purred into your ear, voice cracking as he continued to mutter hazy praises. “Did so good earlier, oh fuck, can feel you squeezing me, baby.”

He wasn't wrong.

Was it his voice? The pretty pink of his lips and the even prettier words leaving them? His low tone that seemed to crackle and ignite and tug at your core with every needy moan?

Or maybe just the fact that for the first time it didn't really feel like he was just fucking you. But what did that make it then?

He was slow and steady, taking his time with every fluid motion of his hips as his swollen tip kissed your cervix, angling himself impossibly deep. He let go of one hand just to reach down to massage the sore bud of your clit.

You gasped at his touch, writhing underneath him despite how softly his fingers were grazing over the overworked bundle of nerves.

“I've got you, sweetheart,” He promised, the sweat on his forehead sticking to your skin as he rested it against your own. You opened your mouth, but no words would come out, just frantic whimpers as you nodded. The bright blue of his eyes locked onto yours at the tears clinging to your lashes. He released your other hand to brush away the droplets, the weight of his body heavy on top of yours. His cock throbbed inside you, like he was struggling not to finish here and now.

“P-please, Toru,” You finally managed to whine, raspy and hoarse.

He loudly groaned, the sound low and deep from the back of his throat as he fucked into you so soft it bordered on cruelty. With your legs wrapped around his waist, you tried to buck your hips up into him but he refused to let you, pressing his firm body harder into yours and pinning your back against his mattress.

“Baby, I'm gonna cum before you if you say my name like that again,” He murmured into your ear, almost whimpering as he nipped at your neck.

“Toru,” You repeated in a quiet giggle, unable to resist the temptation to tease him.

He lightly pinched your clit in retaliation, your laughter turning into a lewd moan.

There was no slow build-up or cresting waves, just an abrupt snap tossing you head-first into an orgasm when he dragged his tip along your G-spot.

“That's it, sweetheart. Cum f’me,” He groaned, fucking you through it. Despite his lips still grazing your neck, he didn't bother whispering.

Biting down on your bottom lip, clinging to his back with the vague thought that you weren't going to be able to fucking walk after this. Gojo's head reclined back, swallowing hard as he finished, thick ropes of cum spurting inside you, as warm as his skin was flushed against your body.

Exhaustion was already creeping in as he stilled, collapsing on top of you with deep exhales.

“You're heavy,” You mumbled, trying to wiggle out and too tired for it to be effective.

“Sorry,” He sighed, still not getting up. Instead, just digging the sharp bone of his chin into your collarbone and pressing his face against where your hair was sticking to the side of your neck.

“That means get off of me,” You poked his back, finger not making so much as a dimple in the hard muscle.

“I don't wanna,” He whined, cock still twitching inside you.

“You're such a brat,” You groaned, poking him harder.

“Fine,” He dramatically sighed, pulling out and pushing off the mattress to get off of you and the bed. You tried to sit up too, but winced at the effort, hips and legs sore.

“Let me help,” Choso spoke softly, leaning across the bed to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you over to swing your legs off the side of the bed. “Think you can stand?”

“I dunno,” You shrugged sheepishly, embarrassed. You knew tonight would change things. But would it be for better or worse? “Think you can catch me if I can't?”

“I always have,” His smile was small, a little crooked, but it was sincere. He helped you to your feet, legs wobbling.

"Bathroom's in there,” Gojo gestured to a closed door across the room, stretching casually like he wasn't completely naked.

“Thanks,” You yawned, leaning on Choso for support, his hand on the small of your back as you slowly walked over to it. The knob was chilly as you twisted it and pushed it open, glancing back at Gojo before stepping in. “Aren’t you coming?”

It never really crossed your mind that maybe this was just the eye of the storm.

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[hitomisuzuya]

SCARA'S BODY IS SO MNNMN he canonically has puppet joints at some point in his lifetime so I need something for that 🙏 maybe reader cherishing Scara's body pretty please? Like playing with the puppet joints on his wrist and fingers. And and maybe reader kisses the electro symbol on his nape please please please 🥺🙏 fluff or smut or fluffy smut or smutty fluff is up to you!!!

scaramouche x fem!reader. fluffy fluff fluff smut. kissing. body worship. handjob. a little bit of finger sucking. praise for scara.

i love this request, especially the detail about kissing the electro symbol on the nape of his neck❤️

scaramouche has to admit, sitting you in his lap and kissing you senseless is the best idea he has had yet to avoid work. he fully intended on dominanting you all afternoon. however, things have this way of turning out a bit differently than planned.

he put a hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. you moan softly into his mouth, shifting a little in his lap to put your hand on his cock outside his shorts. he groans, curling his tongue around yours as you cup his cock, palming and rubbing it. he rutted into your hand to chase the throbbing feeling.

reluctantly pulling away from the kiss, scaramouche firmly grasped your chin. "take it out," he commands softly, his words shaky.

your cheeks flush as you unbutton his shorts. he breathed a sigh of relief feeling his cock freed from its confines, the tip swollen and leaking precum. you massage your thumb around his cock head, watching his eyes lull closed in pleasure as he ruts into your hand again.

"you are beautiful, scara," you suddenly said, stroking your fingers down his cock. you rub your knuckles on the vein that buldged up, brushing some hair from his eyes before skimming your thumb underneath one.

his cock pulsed harder hearing your praise. it may as well have been coming from the lips of an angel too good this world as far as he is concerned. his scoff broke away into a moan as you wrap your hand around his cock, gently squeezing before stroking and pumping it.

"don't write me off, scara," you chide playfully, taking his hand off your chin. you put his hand flat in your palm. "your fingers are so pretty," you brought his hand to your lips, brushing soft kisses on his fingers. "especially your puppet joints," you kiss the ball joints on his fingers, stroking his wrist appreciatively with your thumb.

over the last 500 or so years, scaramouche's puppet joints faded over time to look incredibly human. however they are still there, showing on the surface when he is very aroused.

a blush that only you ever saw heats his cheeks, his breathtaking indigo eyes opening. "but you are more beautiful," he murmured, watching with a hint of awe as you played with his puppet joints, moving his fingers as you kiss them.

your tongue licks over a few of his fingers, and you increase the pace of your hand on his cock. his face contorts with pleasure as he took his hand out of yours. "here," he groaned, bringing his fingers to your lips. he couldn't resist seeing the adorable look in your eyes when you looked at his fingers, hazy with temptation. all for him.

you let out a content moan, opening your mouth to scoop his fingers in with your tongue. he slowly pumps them in and out of your mouth, grazing his balls joints over the sensitive roof of your mouth.

scaramouche's cock throbs in your hand feeling your wet, warm mouth sucking on his fingers. "as i was saying, kitten," you moaned as he gently pressed on your tongue, rubbing his fingers on it, "you are more beautiful," a shaky moan sounded from him, every pump of your hand making him harder and more needy, "especially when you are worshipping me."

you whine in protest as he withdrew his fingers from your mouth. you cut the string of saliva connecting your tongue to his fingers, pressing a soft kiss on his lips as you slid out of his lap.

"what are you up to?" he asked as you move behind him, "behind me is not in my lap or on my cock," he more than felt the absence of your hand on his cock. your pussy clenched hearing him talk about being inside you, but you had other ideas.

you weren't exactly finished yet.

putting an arm around him, your hand traveled down to his neglected, aching cock. you stroke his cock lovingly as you brush his hair off the back of his neck. his breath hitched in his throat as he grinds into your hand.

you are dangerously close to the electro symbol tattooed on the back of his neck. "this is beautiful to," you said, gently kissing his mark. your tongue gently flicks across it, keening a soft whine from him. "but it does not make you, you. you are you," you brush your fingers featherlight over his mark.

scaramouche always hated how sensitive his electro mark was. he thrust into your hand, melting against you as you gently suck on his mark. "you really think so?" he moaned, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as you increase the pace of your hand.

you are the only person in the whole teyvat that would ever, ever see him acting this vulnerable.

you sucked on the mark a little harder, gently squeezing his cock as it pulsed harder in your hand. "i know so. you are amazing, scara. the absolute strongest in this world," you nuzzle your cheek against the back of his neck.

scaramouche couldn't stop his whimper tinged moans. "fuck, don't stop. keep talking," the dizzying feeling of love, of being wanted, needed and genuinely adored left him nearly limp with pleasure against you. surrendering himself to the pure pleasure of your hand on his cock while you praise him.

"nobody is a match for your power," you continue, putting your lips next to his ear. he fucked his cock into your hand as a louder moans tore from his throat. "all of teyvat will fall at your feet in the wake of your power, in nothing but genuine awe and adoration. and you want to know something else, scara?" you asked, returning your lips to the electro mark on nape of his neck.

"wh-what?" he stumbled over his words, his cock incredibly close to spurting cum in your hand as you sucked on his mark again. you prod on your tongue on the symbol.

"i love you, scara. i love you so so much," your breath fanned over his ear as you spoke. an embarrassed flush heated his cheeks, hearing himself moan as loud as he did. the three little words spoken from your pretty mouth never failed to make him come undone.

cum ribboned into your hand, the intensity of his orgasm heightened by the loving sucks from your mouth on his electro symbol. you pump and stroke his cock, helping him through his orgasm until he is shaking and panting quietly against you. "don't ever leave me," he said shakily, reaching a hand behind him to bring your head close to his, leaning it back to look at you, "are we clear?"

"mhm, crystal," you said, smiling softly as him as you press a gentle kiss on his lips.

[manmuncher777]

OKAY, i finally found people that like Dom!Choso. I found my people. (Still love the Sub!Choso girlies tho)

“What did I say to you earlier baby?hm?”

Choso slaps your cheek lightly, enough to snap you out of your daze. Your sat between his Thick fucking thighs with drool and precum all over your face and chin. Your eyes locked onto the hard, red leaking cock infront of you. He’d been fucking your throat for 20 minutes now, as punishment for your behaviour tonight (… does it really count as punishment if your enjoying it so much?)

You had sat on choso’s lap while at a bar with friends and riled him up a bit too much, he had already warned you twice, but when you started grinding on him, he snapped. Dragging you to the car - making up some excuse to your friends that you were too drunk and it was time you guys went home. Only as soon as you got home. You were on your knees crawling over to the man sat on your couch. He had anything but mercy in his eyes

Telling you “You wanted my cock so badly sweetheart, now you have it.” Slapping his heavy cock on your tongue a few times before taking your hair, pushing himself right to the back of your welcoming throat, groaning at the feeling of you gagging around him, he did this a few times before letting you catch you breath.

When you were ready you eagerly slurped his cock up again, taking him as deep as you could. The deep groans that rumbled from his chest making your pussy soaked.

You couldn’t even think straight, too cock drunk to even function, another slap to your cheek, slightly harsher this time as choso waits your answer.

your glossy eyes stare at him as you flutter your lashes “to behave myself” you mustered, squirming under his gaze.

“good,” his huge hand stroking your hair before his deep voice asked again “And what didn’t you do tonight?” he quizzed, the gentle stroking of your hair now turning into a grip on your ponytail. He tugged it lightly, not letting your eyecontact drop for a second

“I didnt behave..” you pouted at him, hoping your innocent face might make him break and just fuck you. Quite the opposite.

Before you could say anything else hes pushing himself to the back of your throat again, sliding in easily with the amount of spit you left on him, its dribbling down your chin at this point.

“No, you didnt did you? Fucking cock hungry slut.” he grunted out as his hips bucked, your eyes rolled back as his salty cum filled your mouth in hot ropes. A deep, fucking hot, groan left him as he emptied his balls

You knew you were in for a rough night… Worth it though.

[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

P*rn ☆  Chapter 2, Moving noises?

Masterlist Word count: 1.9 k Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains sex, swear words, porn, smoking, intimate piercings, mentions of drugs, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

Author's note: Haha, take this! 2 chapters in one day! Also, every time I write another chapter to this story I have to update the warnings and it isn't even that spicy yet.

Mature content under the cut.

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'Are you alright? You look tired.' Tara sounds awfully concerned and you can imagine why. The bags under your eyes might as well be down to your knees by now. Turns out your new neighbor is nocturnal. You couldn't care less about the moving noises, but the fact that they only happen past ten pm is killing you. 

'No kidding,' you sass at her. Quickly, you smack your hands in front of your face. Sure, you're known to have an attitude but never to Tara. She's too sweet. 'I'm sorry, I'm just so tired.' 

Tara frowns: 'Is it that new neighbor of yours? Kieran told me he has a tendency to stay up late.' 

'That's an understatement. He's nocturnal.' Tara lets out an annoyed groan in solidarity, but it just sounds cute coming from her. 'It's fine. I'm sure he's almost done. I mean, how much stuff can you fit into one of those units? You've seen mine, the one next door isn't much bigger.' 

'Must be a big change, considering you and Zayne were so close.' 

'We still are,' you tell her, 'we just see each other a little less now. I do miss him a lot.' She nods but her eyes have a little twinkle in them and you know where this is going. 'No, stop that. Zayne and I are just friends.' 

'Never even... you know,' she questions with a cheeky smile and a wiggle of her brow. 

'No, never,' you laugh, 'as I said, just friends. I don't know, he just feels like a brother. I mean, I've teased him before as a joke and nothing “physical” happened on his end. So I don't think he likes me either.' 

'He goes through an awful lot of effort to be “just friends,” just saying.' 

'Yeah, yeah, sure. You have a very filthy mind for the way you look.' 

'It's been said,' she responds with a gleaming smile. You lean back in your chair and cross your arms, looking her up and down. 

'About that.' Her body tenses up every so slightly. 'Your boyfriend is not what I expected at all. I mean, I've seen him pick you up before and he looks quite tough, but he seemed just as awkward as you are.' Tara's eyes flicker around the room a while, seemingly not wanting to explain anything to you, until her phone lights up. She quickly checks the notification and gasps with excitement. 

'Hold that thought, so Kieran just told me they're doing drinks to celebrate Sylus’ move. That means they must be done,' she states in a chipper tone. You raise an eyebrow at the strange change of topic. There's a freaky side to that woman, you're sure of it. 

'So?' 

'So, I'm dropping Kieran off so he can have some drinks but maybe we can have a girls' night,' she suggests. Considering Red Crow isn't posting anything today for once, your evening is completely open. Could be fun to have a quiet night in with Tara. 

'Sure, sounds fun. What are you thinking? Movie, face masks, board game?' 

'All of the above,' she squeals in excitement, 'I'll bring some snacks.' 

'Great, just let me know when you and Kieran are driving over.' 

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To be a good neighbor, you decided to get this Sylus guy a little something as a housewarming gift. Considering they'll be drinking; a bottle of whiskey can never go wrong. Lucky for you, you were gifted a bottle of whiskey a few weeks ago but you know that one is not quite your style. The Writer's Tears single pot still. It's a very nice whiskey and you've had different whiskeys from Writer's Tears before, but you're just not the biggest whiskey drinker. It's expensive too, so it might give a good impression. 

Tara just texted you she's on her way, which means you've got about fifteen minutes before she gets here. You considered waiting for her and Kieran to hand over the gift so it could be in the spirit of "oh, just dropping my friend's boyfriend off" but that’s just weird. Feels like you're a parent dropping your kid off at school and you're not about that. 

So now you're here, in front of the oh-so familiar door that you used to have a key to. Part of you is really curious how the place looks now, another part of you wants to keep the memory of how it used to be in a time capsule. Either way, you've got a present for your neighbor and this interaction could be done within a minute if you do it right. 

You press the doorbell and hear something fall followed by a string of curses. The door opens fast and the person on the other side, who you think is probably Sylus, towers over you. You look up at him with wide eyes and recognize him right away. That man right there is the reason for most of your pleasure and orgasms. Red Crow. 

'What,' he barks. Rude , and not at all what you would've expected. Still, it takes you a second to take all of him in. He’s even taller than you imagined, eyes even more piercing, face even sharper. It's like a fucking God leaning over you and staring down like you're no more than a puny peasant. 

And a switch flicks in your head. 

'Fix your tone,' you huff, 'I'm your neighbor. I thought I'd bring you a housewarming present.' His eyes widen ever so slightly. How you managed to muster up such a bratty tone in the face of who's talked you over the edge more times than you can count is a mystery to you, but it feels kind of nice to see him stunned like this. You hold out the box the whiskey is packaged in towards him. 

His shoulders relax and he does actually fix his face. His features soften a little and his eyes no longer stare at you like you're an intruder. Your heart starts racing, as if your body just now realizes who is in front of you. You beg to the Gods above that your cheeks don't get bright red. A cold shiver goes down your spine when he takes the box from you with a flicker of an amused smile, the box suddenly seeming much smaller in his hands. 'Thank you, that's nice.' 

'No worries. Tara told me you're having a party, so I thought that wouldn't hurt,' you say, trying to sound as casual as possible. He studies your face for a second, searching for the answers to a question he doesn't ask you. 

'You know Tara?' You nod. 

'She's my coworker.' Shit, your voice isn't as steady as it was at the start anymore. You've got this man on a fucking pedestal and he's here, in reach. It's a weird feeling. Your panties are soaked but you're highly put off by the way he greeted you. Still... there are very little appropriate thoughts going on in your head right now. If this was your last day on earth, you'd have this man bend you like a pretzel right here right now in the hallway. 

He nods, amused like a cat playing with its prey. 'Is that right?’ 

'Yes. Whelp, nice meeting you. I'm gonna go back to my place,' you ramble awkwardly and quickly turn to slip back into your own apartment, accidentally slamming the door. How the hell are you going to face Tara now? Your body is going into overdrive. You bet you could cum just hearing your vibrator turn on. However, you can't risk it. Tara has told you Kieran drives like a maniac and always drives if he's sober, which is now. She could be in front of your door any second. 

"Just breathe," you tell yourself, "it's just a man." Yeah, just a man, a man that could fuck you like there's no tomorrow. Shit, your thoughts aren't your friends right now. A cold shower ought to work. Hopefully. 

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The bottle of whiskey from his neighbor was put on display on his bar cart. He knows the kind and that type of whiskey isn't for parties. Not even small parties like this. He figures it might be a regift or something. No sane person would give a total stranger an expensive whiskey like this. Never mind a stranger who has been a disturbance from the start. 

Then again, they're not really strangers. He saw the look in her eyes. He's seen it before and hasn't been wrong about it yet. It's that "I've seen you naked" look. To be fair, Sylus would've preferred to stay anonymous in this building for a little longer but considering his neighbor is friends with Tara, she probably won't tell anyone what he does. That is, if she knows what her boyfriend Kieran does since he wears a mask in his content. 

But there was more in her eyes. More than just scandal or embarrassment. There was lust. A lot of it. So much so that Sylus feared he might've caused his pants to tent if she would've bit her lip. Best for both of them that she left when she did. 

He runs his hands through his hair in frustration. Normally, he's not one to obsess like this but there was just something about her. Something about how she looked at him, about the way she commanded him to fix his tone. It's been a long damn time since a woman showed that kind of dominance to him and, shit, it turns him on like crazy. 

Maybe, just maybe, he can rub one out real quick. He sits down on his bed and looks down at the bulge in his pants. He truly hopes he didn't look like that before. He hadn't seen her look at it. Besides, would that be so bad? It looked like she wanted him to take her right then and there, and he would have if she asked. Or demanded, he isn't picky. 

A devious thought pops up in his head. He promised his followers he'd record himself getting off if they begged and beg they did. Maybe he could tease her with this as well if she really does watch him. If it wasn't just a look of attraction and intimidation, but recognition. 

He whips out his phone, puts it on his dresser across from the bed pointed at his crotch and upper body with his thighs still visible. His face is just out of frame, not on purpose but he doesn't mind his followers not seeing how flustered one small interaction got him. Not that they'd ever know why, but she would. 

He sits down on the edge of the bed once more to check if everything's in frame when he hears it. The shower. Her shower. So, her bathroom and his are next to each other, which means their bedrooms are probably also next to each other.  

“Good to know,” he thinks to himself, and that's when he hears it. The softest, most muffled of moans followed by a string of whimpers. He feels his dick twitch against his pants like it's being chocked, his ears feel like they're burning while a wicked grin plays on his lips. 

And then he presses record. 

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[moechies-deactivated20260306]

rrr obsessed with strict nd mean boys who restrict your wrists everytime they fuck you :( reallyyy really tight too because it’s not a ploy, and not just a simple act to spice things up in the bedroom — but rather they want you to cry and beg for them to let go so you can touch them, to feel their pretty faces and warm body.

it’s your act of desperation that they love so much, eyes watery and bottom lip quivering as you shamelessly beg for access to your own arms — just to feel up your husband.

[hitomisuzuya]

being scaramouche's maid. scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. degradation. bondage. blowjob. cream pie. collar. mentioned threesome w/tartaglia. vaginal/anal penetration with sex toys. cunnilingus. cockwarming.

i have been afraid my writing sounds the same, so i am writing this a bit differently than normal to mix it up a bit.

being scaramouche's maid wasn't an easy task. but it was one you took seriously. you knew it wasn't easy for scaramouche to be the ceo of a high profile company. you did all tasks to the letter, being the type of maid to wait around well after you are supposed to be off the clock, there waiting to welcome him back if he worked late and helping him take off his jacket.

being scaramouche's maid soon meant have more different responsibilities.

being scaramouche's maid meant wearing a collar with a bell that jingled while you bounced on his cock. he often enjoys tying your wrists together above your head, ribbon hooked securely on a hook dangling from the ceiling. his eyes follow your tits as you struggle to bounce, desperately trying to fuck his cock as deep inside you as possible. "what an obedient slut you are, bouncing so prettily on your master's cock," his elegant fingers play with your nipples to see you squirm while you pussy squeezes his cock.

being scaramouche's maid meant being on your knees, taking his cock down your throat after a particularly frustrating day. "the utter incompetency today was unacceptable," he hissed, enjoying the way you shiver as his fingers tighten aggressively in your hair. you muffle a moan on his cock as he pushes it into your throat. "at least you are competent. fuck you are going to make me cum already," he groans as you choke for only a moment before returning to your duty of sucking him off.

being scaramouche's maid meant wearing a very revealing uniform, with black fishnets he carefully picked out. fishnets he demanded stay on sometimes while he is fucking you. on his rare days off, it was customary for him to instruct you to wear no panties.

being scaramouche's maid meant sometimes taking his business partner, tartaglia's cock from behind while scaramouche fucked his cock into your throat. "enjoy cumming inside my precious maid, shithead. who knows if i'll share her with you again," he snapped at tartaglia, holding your mouth down on his cock while you swallow his cum.

being scaramouche's maid meant being his lunch if he decided to come home for it. some afternoons are spent lying on your back, your legs spread while he ate you out. his tongue wags over your throbbing clit, alternating pumping a vibrator in and out of your pussy and ass. he chuckles seeing the embarrassed blush on your cheeks hearing yourself moan a little louder than you anticipated when he fucked the vibrator into your ass, his lips latching onto your clit. "you enjoy being used in both holes, don't you slut. don't be shy now," your ass clenched just as tight on the vibrator as your pussy, the expression on your face looking more fucked out by the moment as you squirt on his tongue.

being scaramouche's maid meant pleasing him by letting him watch you finger his cum back inside yourself. he was never anything but through while he stretched your pussy apart on his cock, his cum dripping from your hole. "what a good girl, fucking yourself back onto your master's cock like a whore in heat. begging so pathetically for my cum," he makes sure your head is turned out of his pillows, his cock squelching in and out of your sopping cunt. "please, master, please cum inside me! i'll be good, i promise!" you yelp in bliss feeling his hand smack across your ass while he mocks your moans behind you.

being scaramouche's maid meant cockwarming him if he took business calls at home in his office. "be a good girl and don't squirm," he hissed in your ear once he put the call on mute, "i'll let you bounce yourself stupid on my cock if you keep quiet," you didn't know how hard it would be, since he brutally bullied your clit while he talked on the phone, his cock pulsing inside you watching your struggle.

[classyrbf]

pussy inspection with nanami can we have some degradation please and thank youuu 💞💞💞💞

PRINCESS PARTS! — NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS...nanami always has to make sure that he always inspects his pretty princess

INFO...nanami x fem!reader, slight fingering, spanking, degradation, nanami being a tease, pussy inspection, nanami is kinda mean, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

thank you so much for the request pookie I hope you enjoy it!

as soon as you stepped out of the car from running errands all day (the errands being shopping with your husbands credit card) you got a text a from him asking to come to his office. You weren’t sure what the occasion was, but when you finally made it into the house with the millions of bags, you gingerly made your way over to your husbands office.

For some reason you felt a bit nervous. Nanami always calls you if anything important, he rarely ever texts, but you never question him on anything. “Ken?” You softly call out, seeing his office door is cracked, slowly opening it to see him sitting in his chair, sipping on a glass of whiskey. “Hi.” You smile. “I just came back from the store! I got these pretty dresses I think—”

“Come here.” He sternly spoke, his glass clinking on the wooden table as he set it down. His gaze never left yours, like a predator trying to intimidate its prey. “Come here,” he repeated. The silence was deafening bedsides the wood creaking under your feet as you hesitantly stepped closer. And when you got close enough he pulled you over his lap in the blink of an eye, leaving you breathless. “What’s this?” He held up your panties in his hand. You stayed silent looking down in shame. You could feel his large hand rub over the fabric of your sundress, toying with the hem of it as he lifted it slowly. “Ah,” he let out a chuckle, one that had a hit of annoyance.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could muster. You knew we’re in the wrong. Before leaving to go shopping, you decided to wear any panties, but stupidly enough you left the evidence in the room for him to find. He fully lifted the fabric, exposing your ass to the cool air of his office.

“You left the house without any panties on? What were you planning to do, huh?” He swatted your ass, making you jump. “We’re you playing with my pussy on the way home? Playing with in the dressing room? Cause you’re that much of a desperate little slut.” He slapped your ass again, a small whimper falling from your lips.

“No, no! I swear I didn’t touch myself! I just…” You didn’t really have an explanation as to why you did it, only making it harder for him to believe your words.

“No? You sure? You know I have to check, right?” He squeezed the plump flesh of your ass, spread your cheeks slightly to get a good look at your cunt. He licked his limps, swiping his thumb over your slit. “Gotta make sure my pretty princess didn’t cum without me, yeah?” He spread your legs farther before taking his fingers and spreading your lips, watching the way your pink hole fluttered around nothing. He could see how wet you were getting, gathering some of your slick and rubbing your clit with it.

“Ken,” you whimpered, squirming in his lap. He ignored you, slapping your ass again as a warning to stop moving.

“I just have to make sure, baby. I know how much of a slut you like to be, showing off your pretty pussy. You’re just a dumb little thing who doesn’t know any better.” He slips his thumb into your pussy, moving it around and rubbing against your g-spot before slipping it out. “Why are you so wet?” He slaps your ass again.

“I’m sorry! It just…feels so good,” you explain, biting down on your bottom lip. You look back, staring up at him was such a desperate look, only to be met with his cold gaze.

“Use your words more. Tell me.” He gently caresses your face. “Is it this?” He slips his thumb back in, watching the way your jaw drops and brows furrow. You nod at his question. “Words.” He spanks your ass harder.

“Yes! It’s that! It’s everything! I like when you inspect my princess parts, and make sure I’m not misbehaving,” you confess. Kento hummed in response, slowly massaging your walls with his thumb.

“So you’ve been doing this on purpose? Leaving your panties around the house for me to find so you can get your pussy touched and looked at. What am I going to do with you?” He shakes his head, clicking his tongue at you. He slips out his thumb, rubbing your neglected clit in slow, agonizing circles. “Get up.”

“Wha-why?” You asked, confused. “Ah!” He spanks you once more. You quickly scurry off of his lap, standing in front of him and pulling your dress down.

He hands you your panties from earlier. “Put them back on and sit in your mess. You think being bad gets you rewarded?” He scolds you, watching as you slip your panties over your legs, pulling them up. “And don’t you dare sneak off and try and make yourself cum like the desperate little whore you are.”

“But, please,” you mutter. “I’ve been waiting all day. I know—”

“Do I need to repeat myself?” He clenches his jaw. You shake your head. “Good. Now, go and grab the new clothes you bought and put on a show for me, yeah? I’ll be waiting.”

[sparkleponycake]

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ hi angel!

obsesssed!perv!geto x f!reader || suguru keeps jacking off to you! stop it sugu!

here is a link to my obsessed!geto masterlist this fic is crazy btw pls click off if u get uncomfy

cw and notes: LOWK WRITTEN NASTYILY AND HORNYBRAINED, im gonna be honest its a mess of all the shit i like, kinda gross geto lol, groping, sir kink, dom/sub coded, obsession, unhealthy behavior, dubcon touchin, nudes, indecent exposure but in the comfort of your own home, piv sex, nipple play, creampie, teasing, masturbation, multiple rounds, posessiveness, this is a little insane of me but per the request of deepdick citizens i as your mayor will deliver, not proofead lol

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geto suguru has no shame.

from the moment you met him until now, he always says everything and anything on his mind. when he first asked you out, he pulled you aside, gripping your shoulder as he bluntly confessed to you.

"we'll have dinner tomorrow. 8pm at nobu," he smiled before patting your shoulder and walking away. you damn near got whiplash as you swiveled your head around, speechless as he just nonchalantly walked off.

but if you thought he spoke his mind without any repercussions, you should've seen what he did to the coworker who was harassing you. he's heard about her during one of your stories about work, crazy customers, unhinged coworkers, careless higher-ups.

she was long gone the day you returned to work.

in a way, he loved that you didn't mind his straightforward behavior , that you appreciated how transparent he was. but with that also came with your nympho boyfriend jacking off anywhere and everywhere in your shared apartment. he walks around with his dick out for fucks sake, and today, you swore he was on some aphrodisiac.

9:14am. friday morning.

you were cooking up breakfast in your shared kitchen, humming as you sipped from your mug. you heard the heavy creaking of suguru's feet on the wooden floor approaching as he yawned. he was inhumanly tall, lanky and skinny yet toned whenever he stretched.

he groaned scratched his stomach underneath his black tank, lifting it up to reveal his dark happy trail.

"morning, baby," he grunted, wrapping his arms around your neck as he leaned down, pressing his chest to your back as he inhaled your scent.

"brush your teeth, su-" you paused as he pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, behind you ears, and the top of your head. you silently cursed, feeling something hard growing against your back. "again, suguru?".

you lightly pushed his head back before he whined and buried his nose in your hair again, inhaling deeplty.

"you smell so good, angel," he was nearly whimpering, his cock growing harder, "please, baby, just let me have my morning fill,"

you bit your cheek to keep a poker face, grabbing bowls for you and suguru before bending over the counter

"help yourself," you playfully sighed before grabbing the pans and plating the food. he grinned, giving you kisses in your hair before pulling your pajamas and panties down, taking his cock out to jack off to your ass. "make it quick, suguru,"

"fuucck, youre so hot, just keep.. keep doing what you were doing," he spat into fist before fucking his dick into it.

"you're such a pervert, suguru," you mumbled, bending over a little more to give him a better view.

"keep calling me that, turns me on," there was hearts in his eyes, watching your cute pajama pants scrunched around your knees as your pussy and little asshole was twitching and puckering just for him.

like clockwork, he squirted white ropes, coating your pussy as it dripped down onto your panties. he kneeled down, pulling your panties up to your cum soaked pussy before he brought a finger up to run it against the crotch area, poking around at his sealed cum against your hole.

"so gross," you rolled your eyes.

"yeah? but you stand there, you take it, and you love it, don't you?" he chuckled, pressing his nose in to inhale as you yelp, making you bend over just a little better as he sniffed in the nasty mix.

with a kiss to your clothed pussy, he pulled your pajamas back up, getting back to his feet with a gentle smack to your ass.

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11:52pm, friday afternoon

you get a text during your lunch break from suguru. what could he need this time? well, you had an idea.

>'hi, angel im otw with some lunch for you'

>'doing what i asked you to, aren't you?'

you hid your blush even though you were alone in your office. there, under your tight skirt and white cotton panties, was suguru's load was pressed wetunder your panties, your thighs squeezing together and keeping the cum warm.

<mhm im in my office

>[video attatchment]

you opened the video with low volume. he was in his car, holding a polaroid of you. he's in the parking garage of the apartment complex with his zipper down, his cock pink and standing tall. the video is only a minute long as he jacks off to your picture, his cock tip nearly touching your face on the polaroid before he cums, covering the entire thing.

what a nasty man.

you hear a knock on your door before he comes in, your thighs instinctively trying to hide your arousal from his teasing words. you place your phone on your desk as he approaches, chuckling at the sight of your not-so-well hidden flustered face.

"what's wrong, angel?" he mocked, grinning before he stood before you, his pointer finger lightly stroking your jaw as you peered up at his form.

his tall, dark form is almost eerie as he leaned down a little to look at you. he had hurricanes in his eyes as they bore into yours before trailing down a bit to your cleavage poking out from your white button-up. what a pervert. even then, it was like peering into heaven after centuries damned in hell.

your arms drift up and around his waist before you embrace his toned figure, your cheek pushed into his sweater.

"my eyes aren't as low as where you're looking, you creep,"

"just means i can focus on two things at once, huh?"

you playfully slap him before he grabs your wrist, pulling you up from your chair and pinning your against your desk, your chest against his ribcage as he peers down upon you.

"missed you so much," he breathed out before his eyes trailed down, his hands coming up to trace your figure, his hands stopping to cup your tits through your clothes as you squirmed and closed your legs, "keep them open,"

his knee came in between your legs, parting them and leaving you. vulnerable to him.

"you been a good girl today, hm?" he chuckled, giving your tits a squeeze before one of his hands travelled down to your skirt, lifting it up to reveal your nearly see-through panties squished up on his leg.

"yes, sir.." you the inside of your cheek to bite back a moan as he began slighly moving his leg up and down.

he guided you to sit on the desk as he knelt, lifting your skirt as he looked at your panties with hearts in his eyes. you leaned back a bit so he could take them off. his fingers hooked both sides of your panties as he slowly peeled.

"ffuuckkk, angel," he hissed as the mixture of his cum and your arousal strung to your pussy as he pulled down your panties, the crotch area gooey and smearing the sticky substance all over your pussy.

you whined as he licked a hard stripe from your perineum to your clit, giving it a loud suck before leaning back, showing you the nasty mix on his tongue before swallowing it with a shit eating grin.

"gross perv- ah, fuck!" you couldn't even finish your sentence before his head dove in between your legs again, lapping at your pussy as he flicked it with his tongue and shoved his face deep between your thighs, using his hands to push them together and trap his face.

"suuguuu..." you whined as you grinded on his face

"use my face, baby, y'taste so fucking good, nobody knows this sloppy pussy like i fuckin' do," he pulled off your clit with a slurp before spitting on it, "say it. say i know this pussy the best,"

"y-you know this pussy the best, sir!" you gripped his long silky hair before your heart dropped into your pussy, "w-wait sir, something c-coming!"

"just let it happen, angel, let go for me, it's gonna feel good i promise," he groaned into your pussy before you twitched, convulsing as you squirted into his mouth. he latched onto your pussy, sucking your clit and messily lapping his touch as he drank your juices.

"so.. gross, sugu,"

"lunch break's over, sweetheart," he chuckled with a kiss after he helped you clean up, "tell your coworkers i said hi,"

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6:07 pm, friday evening

suguru loves watching you eat. he rarely ever works in person, preferring to have his spirit consultations online (where he loves to scam rich people who exploit others). before you come home from work, he makes sure to make you a nice home-cooked meal or get takeout from somewhere you love.

he watches you eat, savoring each spoonful and gushing on and on about how good it tastes. the small smile on his face looks like little cracks on a china plate. to any other person, it would seem as though his reaction was neutral, but you knew this meant he was ecstatic.

later, you flopped on your bed, landing atop the blankets on your back as you sigh happily from the food. he comes up to you, climbing into bed to sit against the headboard before he reached down and rubbed your stomach lightly with his thumb,

"tummy must be all fun huh, angel?" he chuckled, "should i put on a movie?"

you nod, rolling over onto your stomach as you rest your cheek on your crossed arms, shuffling pressing your side against geto's as he watches you swing your feet in the air a bit.

suguru puts on a horror movie and you groan, realizing it was his turn to choose. you haven't seen this one yet, an old classic thriller probably. some stupid killer on the loose with more stupid people getting killed probably.

he watches you, the way you seem so intrigued with the plot, the way your back moves up and down as you breath, your little laughs when the characters make a joke. he just can't help the blood rushing down to his crotch. the movie plays as you begin to drift off before you hear the shuffling of fabric.

before you turn around, you hear him cough and spit into his hand. the sounds of his spit-soaked hand going up and down his cock, sloppy and desperate for relief as he gets so turned on by you doing anything.

"suguu.. are you jacking off right now?" you gasp, your head whipping around to see him pumping his cock with a expressionless face.

"just focus, baby," he grunted, "you look so cute right now,"

you shifted, sitting against the headboard with him, snuggled up to his side as you watched him masturbate. it wasn't weirdest thing, in fact, this was probably the most normal thing going on in your home. he draped his arm around you, resting it on the headboard as you shyly watched him.

"you're so pretty, suguu," you breathed as he sped up his strokes

with a groan, he finishes on his hand, bringing it up to your lips so you could clean it.

"goood girl, always so obedient, aren't you?" he smiles as you release his finger with a pop, licking his hand clean and drifting your focus back to the movie. you try to swallow it covertly but the way his eyes dart to you face shows that he noticed. he nestled closer to you, his arm resting on your thigh.

the movie continued, suguru not even bothering to put his dick back and going bare in your room (ew) before his arm shifted again, the arm around you dropping lower until his fingers were grazing your shoulder. with a blush you squirm as his hand begins to travel down to your clothed chest, resting on it.

you glare at him before focusing on the movie again until you feel him squeeze it lightly, his finger coming up to draw circles around you covered nipple. biting back a moan, you drift your hand closer to his cock until the killer from the movie pops up with a loud bang, scaring you as you yelp.

your clothed clit grazes against geto's fingers as you jump. he holds back a laugh for your sake, watching you scared expression from the film as he keep his fingers against your clit. after a couple minutes, he begins rubbing it gently through your panties.

you moan, pawing at his wrist gently as you babble about watching the movie. he knew you didn't give two shits about the shitty cgi two-star film.

"you don't want it? tell me if you don't want it, baby, i'll stop," he mumbles against your hear as his groping and rubbing stops for a moment, waiting for your response only to be met with silence. he smiles against your ear before he lifts you up, laying you down on the previous position on your stomach again as he sits behind you.

"you wanna focus? then focus."

he watches you squirm, your fluffy pajama shorts hugging your figure as he can almost swear he can see your pussy. he stalks like a predator hunting prey behind you, trapping you under him as he pulls your panties aside.

"don't get scared, baby," he chuckles, "you jumping is only gonna make me feel good,"

he thrusts his dick deep into you as you moan, gripping the sheets as your feet kicked against the bed from the sudden intrusion. he pressed his body against you, leaning into your neck as he inhales your scent, his hand coming up to your face to shove his fingers into your mouth.

"y'look just like the person on screen, sweetheart," he grunts as you dart your eyes to the film, seeing the victims of the killer trapped in a basement with their arms restrained and their mouths duct taped.

what a strange movie.

he presses his body weight on your back as he drills mean thrusts deep into your pussy, his fat cock head pushing against your cervix as you drool on his fingers. you closed your eyes in fear of getting scared by the fictional killer again, but seeing your cute face all scrunched up and choking on his lanky fingers only made him thrust harder.

"shhuuuguu," you choke as he holds you down under him, his mean hips fucking you over and over again.

"gonna cum, angel? yeahh? good girl, take this dick-fuck, i was made for this fuckin sloppy pussy,"

he groans as you nod and drool, enjoying your slurry of words as he pushes his fingers deeper. you convulse and squeze around his cock, milking him until he came with a loud groan. he continues thrusting slowly even after that, letting you ride out your orgasm until he stills in your cum-fill pussy.

he takes his fingers out your mouth, popping them in his mouth to suck them before turning your face to meet his eyes. giving you a soft kiss on your lips, he carries you out your room to properly clean you up.

what a messy girl