âSuguru~â Satoru calls his best friend, which catches Suguruâs attention. They always end up bumping into each other in the most unexpected places. This time it was the supermarket.
âHi Satoru.â Suguru greets him, not as enthusiastically as Satoru would like. But Satoru understood since Suguru looks tired. âWhat are you doing here?â
âWhat do you think?â Satoru responds with a laugh. âWife asked for something so Iâm buying it for her.â
âOh, makes sense. How is she?â Suguru asks. It has been a while since the last time he had come over.
âPretty good. Actually our anniversary is coming up.â Satoru informs him. âI donât know what to get her. Any ideas?â
âSheâs your wife, you should know better than me.â Suguru tells him. âShe likes jewelry, so that. Maybe flowers.â
âI feel like jewelry is an old gift though. I get her jewelry every year.â Satoru says. He doesnât want to bother Suguru anymore. Also they were in the middle of the grocery store so continuing the conversation while strangers were walking by would be weird.
Satoru had an idea though, something that Suguru would surely agree to. It was too inappropriate to ask in a public setting.
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The dinner of your fourth marriage anniversary with Satoru went by smoothly. Now you only waited for your gift. You wonder, would it be a necklace or a bracelet this year? Perhaps heâd be more creative and get you a pair of diamond earrings. Maybe rubies. Maybe pearls.
Not that you mind the jewelry. You love it which is the reason he gives it to you. He has the money to get you expensive jewelry, and itâs a gift that doesnât require much thought. He was too busy and already had stressful enough days that adding more stress into his list by figuring out a gift wasnât worth it. So jewelry it was.
So you sit quietly and wait for the Tiffany blue box. He didnât look like he was going to stand up anytime soon. You just assume he was holding off on it. Or maybe he had forgotten.
Thereâs a knock on the door, which catches you off guard. You werenât expecting anyone. You stand up and walk over to the door to open it. To your surprise, Suguru is standing there. His hair is down and he has on a black turtleneck with black slacks and a khaki coat. Youâre confused on why heâs here but you welcome him in with a smile.
He takes off his coat and you take it from him. Satoru stands up and walks over to greet Suguru. They begin to talk and you join them. They sit on the couch and you sit besides your husband. While you enjoy having Suguru here, you wonder why heâs there.
âSo⊠Suguru, why are you here?â You ask. You try to hide the fact that youâre displeased. Suguru is a great man, but you donât want him there with you on your anniversary. You have other plans for after dinner and they may be cut short because of this visit.
Satoru pulls you onto his lap and kisses your lips. âI know youâre getting tired of jewelry so I thought to get you another gift. And I see the way you look at Suguru.â
âWhat-â You begin but Suguruâs hand lands on your cheek and he gently caresses it. He brings his face to yours and pecks your lips. He pulls away.
âOnly if you want, of course. But I thought itâd be a slim chance that youâd reject this opportunity.â Satoru continues.
âSo is it going to be a threesome?â You ask as you look back and forth between your husband and his best friend.
âNo, he fucks you and I watch.â Satoru answers. Not many words are exchanged after that. You move from Satoruâs lap to Suguruâs, and begin to kiss him.
His tongue is quick to press against your bottom lip. Your mouth parts and lets his tongue in. His tongue wanders around until it presses against your own. Satoru watches as the kiss escalates and Suguruâs hand caresses your exposed thigh.
Suguru bites on your bottom lip before pulling away. Suguru is strong enough to pick you up and carry you to the bedroom. He knows exactly where it is, and enters it. He sets you down on the bed. Satoru follows and sits down on an armchair you have in the corner of the room.
Instead of waiting for Suguru to take off his clothes, you stand up and push him onto the bed. He accommodates himself to fully lay down on the bed, while you begin to take off your clothes. It was painfully slow. His eyes linger on you as you unzip your dress and let it fall to the floor.
You unhook your bra and let it fall to the floor, and Suguru licks his lips. You take your panties off and then climb on the bed. You unbutton his pants and hook your finger under the waistband of his boxers. You pull down his pants and boxers at the same time. Your eyes widen at his cock. It wasnât longer than your husbandâs but it was thicker.
Your hand wraps around his cock and you slowly stroke it. Suguruâs gaze moves back and forth between your pretty face and your hand that jerks him off. He canât help but comment âFuck youâre so pretty.â
âFuck-â He moans under his breath as your mouth moves down to lick his tip. You swirl your tongue around it before hollowing your cheeks and fully taking his shaft into your mouth. You gag but you manage to take him fully. âSo good.â
Suguruâs hand goes to your cunt and he runs two fingers up and down your slit, while he watches how you take his cock into your mouth. His fingers play with your clit a bit, causing you to moan around his cock. The vibrations make Suguru moan as well.
Suguru slips one finger into your cunt. He likes your reaction to only one finger. He smirks at you as you continue taking all of his cock in your mouth. He adds another finger, adding more to your pleasure. His fingers are so long and thick, almost like your husbandâs.
âYou like that, princess?â Suguru asks, as he curls his fingers and feels the vibration of your moans on his cock. He moves his fingers just perfectly. âShit, she feels so nice around my fingers.â
âShe has the sweetest little cunt.â Satoru comments while he watches intently as his wife gives his best friend a blowjob, and his best friend fingers his wife. His pants felt tight as a tent grows in his pants. âI got lucky.â
âYou definitely did.â Suguru responds, curling his fingers just right so they brush against your sweet spot. You take his cock out of your mouth and stroke it. Suguru and Satoru admire your face. Mascara runs down your cheeks due to the tears that formed after your gagging. Drool runs down your chin.
Breathy moans escape your lips as his fingers repeatedly hit your sweet spot. Your mouth moves down to his balls and you begin to suck on them while your hand strokes his cock.
Satoru shifts in his seat, uncomfortable because of the tightness in his pants. He canât take his eyes off you. The way you suck on Suguruâs balls while stroking his cock. Heâs so glad youâre liking his gift, he put much thought into it. He wasnât surprised when Suguru agreed, but he had prepared a speech just in case Suguru would turn down the offer.
âWhy did you never think of sharing with me?â Suguru asks, his mouth parted, engulfed with pleasure. You stop sucking on his balls and run your tongue up his cock before wrapping your mouth around his shaft again.
Satoru doesnât respond, his mind is too focused on something else. Suguru groans as you moan around his cock. One hand strokes the part of his cock that isn't in your mouth, while the other moves down and plays with your clit.
Suguru gets louder as his release approaches. He canât believe how great you are, but then again he shouldnât be surprisedâ Satoru is always cheery and although Suguru knows that itâs part of Satoru personality, he couldnât possibly be so happy all the time. And maybe the key to Satoruâs happiness is your pretty mouth.
Suguruâs breath gets heavy. He groans loudly as he comes into your mouth. You take his cock out of your mouth, and swallow most of his cum. Some falls from your mouth and onto your chin. His free hand goes to your chin and his thumb collects the cum. He presses his thumb on your bottom lip and you open your mouth. He swipes his thumb over your tongue. âSuch a pretty girl.â
Your moans roam freely around the room, now that your mouth isnât wrapped around his cock. You shut your eyes as your orgasm approaches. Your body spasms as you come around his fingers.
He takes his fingers out and theyâre coated with your slick. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and takes them in to taste you. And you taste so sweet, just as he expected.
You both look at your husband, whose tent is very noticeable. And the night was far from over. You say, âBaby, touch yourself while I ride Suguru.â
Satoru doesnât need to be told twice. He unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock out. He swipes his thumb over the precum on his tip. He begins to slowly stroke his cock while you get on top of Suguru and align yourself up with his cock.
You slowly sit on his cock, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head as he fills you up. âSo big.â
âCan you handle me, baby?â Suguru asks and you hesitantly nod. Your husband was longer but Suguru is just so thick. When heâs completely in, you have to take a minute to adjust to his size. âYouâre so tight.â
You begin to move back and forth on his cock, so his cock hits the right spot. Suguru sits up and presses his lips against yours. Itâs a messy kiss as your tongues swipe over each other. Satoruâs hand matches the speed of your bounces.
You both are covered in sweat. He pulls away and lets his moans free. âYou feel so good, fuck.â
âIâve told you- fuck- how amazing she is.â Satoru speaks, his first release nearing. It was just so hot to watch his wife getting fucked by his best friend.
Youâre going too slow for Suguruâs liking so he begins to move. He goes really fast and you begin to moan loudly. He feels so great around him. His head goes down and he wraps his mouth around your nipple. He tries to attach himself to your tit and suck on it but itâs hard with how your tits are bouncing.
You hear Satoru loudly moan as he comes all over the place. His shirt is ruined, and cum covers his hand. Suguru continues moving fast, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other moves to play with your clit. âSuch a pretty girl, I wish Satoru would show me videos of you.â
âSo good.â You moan. His fingers move just perfectly. Your walls begin to clench around his cock as your orgasm approaches. You shut your eyes, and throw your head back. Your lips part and let your loud moans out.
Satoru is still hard, and his hand continues jerking him off. He loves seeing the way Suguruâs cock moves in and out of your sweet little cunt. The way youâre enjoying it. This is his second gift of the night. This gift was more for his enjoyment than for yours.
âIâm gonna cum, Sugu-â You announce and Suguru manages to move even faster. His fingers still go at the perfect pace. You come around his cock. Your juices cover his shaft, and coats his balls again.
âYouâre so perfect. Fuck-â Suguru says. He begins to slow down.
âFuck, he makes you feel good, baby?â Satoru asks as you continue riding Suguru. You hum loudly in agreement. Satoru closes his eyes.
âGonna come inside your pretty little wife and Iâm going to paint her insides white.â Suguru tells him. Suguruâs lips land on yours again. Soon you feel your insides being covered by his thick cum. Satoru comes at the same time, groaning loudly.
He continues kissing you, his tongue pressing against yours. You both continue kissing until he runs out of breath and pulls away. He pulls his cock out.
âPlease let me fuck her again soon.â Suguru speaks. Satoru is catching his breath.
âOh, fuck, I might have to.â Satoru replies. âAs long as she wants to.â
âI want to fuck him again. You have to join next time, Toru.â
warnings :Â non-sorcerer au, suggestive, pervert suguru (as expected), ulterior motives, accidental flashing, shy reader (because suguru's that fucking hot), suguru the ultimate tease, important note in the end !! also i had too much fun writing this it's a sin
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suggestive content under the cut, minors dni
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HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU just moved into the apartment beside yours. you just happen to stumble upon him when he's getting his last boxes in, and you felt rude to have stared at him the way you did. you were not-so-subtly checking him out, as a tight navy shirt hugged his undeniably built upper body to contrast the loose black pants, and strands of jet black hair just effortlessly falling out of his bun. you were even more embarrassed when he offered you his hand with a smile, saying "hi, i'm geto suguru. your new neighbour, i believe?", while all you could spout back were stuttered words.
HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU can't forget about you. he especially can't forget about the way you looked at him. and, it wasn't like many people haven't obviously gawked at him, but he especially liked it when he saw how nervous you got just at the sight of him. "she's cute.", he speaks to himself, going into his nap thinking of you.
HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU meets you again when you're going up the stairs, as he's going down. you tell him that the elevator would be out of service for a while, even though he didn't even ask, but he appreciates it nonetheless. especially since you said it without even gathering the courage to meet his eyes. his "thank you" catches you off guard, since he ever so briefly placed his much bigger hand on yours, before walking down.
HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU is also not bothered at all by the fact the elevator is working. while his friends say it's "unlucky" that the elevator broke down since he just moved in, he says it isnât. he doesn't tell them why, but it's his absolute luck that he often meets you on the stairs, especially when he's going down. why? he feels he's been blessed by the gods that you wear short skirts so often. he gets such a wonderful view as he strides downstairs, while you cluelessly and timidly take steps upwards. he wonders if you've always worn skirts often or if it's because he moved in.
HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU is surprised when you knock on his door, asking him to help with a light bulb change in your living room since you "can't find your ladder". of course, he comes in to "help you" with changing the light bulb as an excuse to check out how many places he can bend you over. you also asked him oh-so-nicely as you gave him the privilege to hear you say his name when you asked "g-geto, do you mind helping me with something? please?"
HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU smiles when you offer him something to drink, since he graciously helped you with the bulb. he leans against the kitchen counter while he watches you pour out juice into a glass, only to suddenly walk towards you. you tense up when you hardly feel his wide body against your back, watching as his hand takes the filled glass and he (rhetorically) asks "this for me?". while he chuckles, unfazed by your slow nod, you're still too flustered when he moves away from behind you and stands beside you.
HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU sees you the next day, both of you just coming home from work. he asks you how work was, how your day was, any troubles ... and you answer every question, but your eyes are glued to your door knob. at first, you don't see suguru smirk, but you're soon sucking in a breath when the man suddenly approached you, similarly to how he did yesterday, and uses his pointer finger to move your chin to face him. your head tilts upwards, since he's tall, and you could see his sly expression crystal clear as he says "it's impolite not to look at people when they're asking about you, y/n."
note : should .. i make this a fic?? like .. of when reader and geto get together? because the concept of getting fucked by neighbour ! suguru is too good to resist.. please say so either through the post replies/reblogs, or in my ask box !! thank you :D
genre: smut if ur reading for tomura, angst if ur reading for dabi
notes: i truly have no idea how this got so dang long but uh thereâs a good 3k worth of smut in there so do with that what u will. quirkless!AU, tomura is a spoiled rich brat (so the same, basically), dabi is a Sad Boiâąïž w tattooâs over his fully healed + scarred skin, reader is in university, ummm please please please heed the warnings n stay safe!! đ title credit = 16 lines by lil peep
part one â part two â part three â series masterlist
synopsis:
Tomura does not share toys; he doesnât share his candy apple red Maybach, he doesnât share his gleaming custom chrome and silver Ed Brown 1911, and he most definitely does not fucking share you.
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Dabi thinks heâs really done it this time. You are Tomuraâs baby, his perfect little princess, and he would fight the devil himself with his bare hands to keep you happy, to keep you safe, to keep you his.
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Synopsis. Adding sex to the mix doesnât seem too bad of an idea when your long term friend Gojo Satoru gives you a taste of the experience â conveniently enough, on your living room couch.
You were seated opposite to him on your couch, your back leaning against the arm of it with him mirroring your position, your thumb running over the rim of the beer bottle in your hand. It was one of the many nights you two would frequently have on a weekend â takeout with some drinks and maybe even a movie before youâre both passed out on your living room floor. Dressed in just a tank top and pyjama shorts â you were halfway through your second drink when Gojo had suggested one of the most absurd ideas that had ever occurred to you, and you were starting to think that maybe you should tell him to slow down with the alcohol before he begins to spew more impulsive thoughts.
âWhy would I joke about?â Gojo replied nonchalantly.
âWell, it is you weâre talking about here.â
He rolled his eyes at that, huffing a strand of white hair away from his face before locking eyes with you, âI wouldnât joke about that with you, maybe with Nanami butââ
You shook your head, lifting a hand up to stop him, he pursed his lips immediately at that. âSatoruââ you started with a sigh, âDo you..do you understand what youâre saying right now? Do you understand what youâre asking me here?â Your voice did not match the playful tone of his, his eyebrows slightly pinching in together in seriousness.
âOf course I do. Iâm not an idiot.â
âYouâre drunk.â
âIâm honest.â He retorted, âAnd youâre in denial.â
You barked out a laugh at that, âDenial? How?â Gojo only smirked in response, clearing his throat before beginning to crawl towards you. You raised an eyebrow at his approach, wondering where this was going. âYouâre full of shit if you say you havenât thought about it too.â He said, his hand using the back of the couch to support his weight while the other rests on the arm of the couch youâre leaning on.
Throwing your head back in a laugh, you patted his shoulder in amusement once you looked back at him. âI admire your confidence â truly, Satoru. But I think you tend to forget something.â You stated with a sympathetic sigh, your finger brushing the collarbone peaking through his shirt, before drunkly gripping his collar and pulled him towards you, your breaths mingling. âIâm not one of your play things. Iâve known you for years â I know you like an open book. So whatever poor attempt this is to try and lure me to your bed,â you paused to kiss your teeth ââitâs not going to work.â You finished, before leaning back again on the arm of the couch, a triumphant smirk on your face as you rendered him speechless.
Failing to hear a response from him, you initially thought the conversation was over as you took another swing of your beer. However, your eyebrows shot up as you nearly choked on your drink once you felt his hand on you calf, fingertips having a feel of your skin. You looked back at him, his eyes glued on your leg as he shook his head with a dark chuckle. âThis is where youâre wrong, peach.â He squeezed your calf before it began to dangerously rise up to your knee, thumb rubbing your skin. âIf you did know me, then you would know I wouldnât mind having you bent over my knee any day now.â
You sucked in a breath, unsure whether if your face was hot from the alcohol or his words. Gojoâs cheeks were flushed red from his drink, the tip of his tongue poking out to wet his lips, his eyes fixed on yours. âYouâre a smart girl, but not smart enough if you canât seem to use that pretty head of yours when youâre around me.â
âSatoruââ you shook your head, gulping. Every drop of confidence you had in your voice earlier had suddenly dissipated. âWhy..why are you telling me this?â
âI want to fuck you.â He blatantly replied, âIâm not one to beat around the bush. You should know that since you claim to know me so much.â he huffed in slight annoyance. To say there was sexual tension between you two ever since you met was an understatement. Flirty remarks, teasing touches and even drunken pecks were shared here and there but nothing ever beyond that. You were both part of the same friendship group after all, and were pretty much the only ones out of said group who havenât hooked up with each other yet.
âFuck me and disregard me like you do with the others?â
He shook his head immediately at that, his face lacking any form of amusement. He was serious, for once. âThereâs a difference. Youâre my friend, I wouldnât do that to you.â
âIt just..it sounds like a bad idea to me.â You sighed in response, the rim of your beer bottle suddenly being the most interesting thing in the world to look at, âIt doesnât have to mean anything if you donât want it to, [Name].â His voice caught you off guard in the eerie silence as you met his gaze again. âBut Iâm not going to pressure you into something you donât want. Itâs just something thatâs been on my mind for a while, so I thought you should know.â He finished before pulling his hand away, the place where his hand resided on your leg suddenly felt cold as he laid back on the arm of the couch opposite to you, his feet grazing yours.
Gojo Satoru was idolised by the public. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him (some times they wanted him too). Gossip from stranger mouths would spring every week on not only how he looked like a god, but also how he was one in the sheets. So why not? You think. Why not relieve the sexual tension once and for all and see whether if those said rumours live up to his name by having a taste yourself?
âIf weâre going to do thisââ you confidently spoke, making his head snap up towards you at your sudden change in heart. ââOur friends canât know. And I mean no one can know, not even Geto. Iâm not interested in us being another experiment to them.â
âCross my heart, my lips are sealed.â He smiled, âBetter be.â You murmured, before placing your beer bottle on the coffee table. Your gaze met the mischievous glint in his eyes, his hand patting his thigh as he beckoned you to come closer, âCome here.â
You licked your lips, finding yourself crawling towards him at an agonisingly slow pace. His eyes shamelessly eyeing your chest as it peaked through your tank top. You stopped in between his legs, Gojoâs hand finding its way to your cheek as you looked up to him. âHave you thought about it?â He asked quietly.
You blinked at his question, there was no point of lying. Youâve always wondered â wondered how his calloused hands would feel all over your body, how his lips would brush over your skin before sinking his teeth in and leaving a love bite, how his hair would tickle your ear when heâd bury his face into the crook of your neck, thrusting over and over and over.
But your pride was too big to admit it out loud. So you opted for something else.
âWell, if thereâs one particular thing Iâve always wondered about..â You began, your eyes darting from his bulge to his eyes. Gojo smirked almost immediately at that, âIâll have you know Iâve heard nothing but positive feedback about myââ
âIâm not talking about your size.â You interrupted, pursing your lips to hold back a smile. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, before you watched his smile drop and eyes widen in realisation.
âMy pubes? You thought about my pubes out of everything?â
You barked out a laugh at his disappointment, the previous awkward atmosphere diminishing at your conversation. âCan you blame me? Even your eyelashes are white, itâs only logical thatââ
âJesus christ.â He huffed, throwing his head back with his eyes screwed shut. He rubbed his face with both hands, before looking back at you. His lips curved upwards once again, âYouâre in luck, since youâre about to see for yourself. â
You found yourself mirroring his smirk as you sat up. You swung your legs over his, fully situating yourself on his lap. Gojoâs hands immediately resting on your hips. âYou better not make me regret this.â
âFirst of allââ Gojo said, his tone flat as his palm collided with your bum harshly, making you jump in place. âYou donât talk to me like that, peach.â His nickname for you rolled off his tongue almost condescendingly â almost carrying a different weight this time.
He leaned forward, watching you gulp. Your lips slightly parted as small breaths left your mouth, your eyes flickering between both of his eyes. The blue sea that inhabited his orbs refused to look anywhere else as he watched your walls slowly crumble down, almost as if they were daring you to look away. Gojo leaned his head towards your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered, âIâd behave if I were you.â
He backed away, but stayed closed enough to brush your nose against his. You closed your eyes, feeling his lips envelop yours in a slow kiss, a hand finding its way behind and up your back, fingers trailing up and down your spine once he slipped his hot tongue into your mouth. His fingers trailed upwards, before gripping the back of your neck and pushing you deeper against his lips, eliciting a small whimper from you. He pulled away, a small pop! heard as your lips separated.
âYeah?â Gojo asked with a small smile, thumb running across your already hot cheek, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, a small smirk on your face. You nodded eagerly before yanking him from his collar towards you, lips meeting his forcefully as they moulded against each other, your tongues dancing in a sweet harmony. Your arms wrapped around his neck â breathing fast, heart rate faster. He gripped your hips tightly, and you slightly winced against his lips as you felt his fingers digging into your pelvic bone.
You felt his growing bulge underneath you, poking you through your shorts and encouraging you to roll your hips against his, your pelvises directly aligned as you moved in a wave-like motion. Gojoâs grip around your frame tightened, feeling a small vibration against your lips once he let out a low moan. Chest against chest, your hardened nipples protruded through your tank top and rubbed against his clothed torso with each movement.
His hand moved down your stomach, slipping inside your shorts and reaching your panties. You continued grinding against his fingers as they teased your clothed clit in the same pace. You pulled away to breathe for a second, gasping against his lips at the growing feeling in your cunt before pressing them back to him. Gojo responded immediately, the sounds of lips smacking and kissing resumed as he felt a patch of wetness in your panties.
âSatoru.â You breathed out once you pulled away, âWant you in my mouth.â
He retracted his fingers, âYeah? Want my cock down your throat?â he spoke teasingly, you only hummed eagerly before taking the liberty to crawl off his lap. Laying on your stomach between his legs and perched your ass up. You pulled his sweatpants and boxers along the way, his hard dick slapping his stomach, the tip flushed red and decorated with a white ring of precum â his cock mildly curved upwards and you couldnât help but think how it would feel deep inside of you. However, youâre snapped out of your thoughts at something else as you eyed his cock.
Shaved. He was fully shaved. Not even trimmed, or any presence of a small stubble to give you at least a hint on whether if your suspicions were true or not. You blinked, looking back at him as he snickered.
âTough luck. Maybe next time.â
âNext time?â
âYeah next timeââ He leaned forward, placing your chin between the web of his thumb and index finger as he tilted your head up, his rough palm warm underneath your chin. âBecause youâll be begging for more once Iâm done with you.â
Gojo leaned back comfortably against the arm of the couch, nudging his chin at you with a look of amusement, âGo on.â You fought the urge to roll your eyes at him, licking your lips and attempting to grab his shaft before he stopped you by gripping your wrist. âWaitââ he murmured, and you restrained yourself from huffing impatiently. âYou have an eyelash on your cheek.â He noted, squinting his eyes at your face, his thumb and forefinger pinched at something on your cheek before retracting his hand, showing you the short curved hair on his index finger.
âWanna make a wish?â Gojo cooed, grinning almost childishly at you. The devil resting on your left shoulder whispered lewd thoughts into your ear as you smirked. You fluttered your eyes shut, pretending to give yourself a hard thought before opening them and blowing your eyelash away. Gojo opened his mouth to speak, probably to spew another remark before you wrapped your lips around his finger, nipping at his fingertip before swirling your tongue around his digit.
âShit..â He breathed out shakily, watching you suck in his finger further down your throat as his knuckle reached your lips. You blinked at him, pulling your lips off his finger before wrapping your hand around his cock. You flicked your tongue against the ring of precum, humming in satisfaction as Gojoâs hand brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, before landing on the back of your skull with his thumb rubbing in circular motions against.
You wrapped your lips around his tip, flicking it with the tip of your tongue before giving his cock long licks across his length, stopping at his balls and taking one into your mouth. Your tongue barely gave Gojo time to breathe as you watched him throw his head back, his swollen, pink lips forming a pout. His fingers dug into your scalp as you gave him a particularly hard suck. You gave him a second to recompose before fully taking him into your warm mouth, his girth stretching your lips far and wide. The heat from your breath making him throb in anticipation.
âFuck.â He sighed out, looking back at you as you hallowed your cheeks around him. âYou love this, donât you?â You moaned around him in response, giving him a quick nod with his cock in your mouth before flattening your tongue along his length. The salty sweet taste of him mixed with your own saliva made you bob your head up and down agonisingly slow.
His arm snaked past your armpits, pulling you off him with a gasp. Your chin wet from your own spit, his large hands cradling your face as he kissed you hard and deep, his hot tongue finding its way back into your mouth and having a taste of his own precum.
âDo you have a condom?â You heard him say as you pulled away with a pant, eagerly pulling his shirt off as he did the same to you, ââM on the pill.â you murmured, pulling him in from his neck into another heated kiss. A squeal escaped your mouth when he pinched your ass, before he slowly laid you down on your back, not breaking away from your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, chest against chest. His hand yanked your shorts down, tossing them on the floor somewhere. With your panties being the only barrier left between your nude bodies, you moaned against his mouth once you felt his hardened cock rub against your clothed clit.
Gojo broke away from your lips, prepping kisses across your jaw and down your throat, leaving a trail of wet patches before latching his mouth onto your breast. You gasped as you felt his teeth sink in softly around your nipple, running his tongue across the area before giving it a hard suck. His other hand reached down between your legs, applying pressure to your clit through your panties as you felt sweat form along your hairline.
âStop teasing.â you sighed out, making Gojo pull away. âYou expect me to make it easy on you?â He retorted with a small chuckle and a shake of his head, his breath fanning your face as the smell of beer invaded your nostrils. âThatâs not how it works, peach.â
âI expected you to fuck me like you mean it, not lie through your teeth.â
âLie?â He raised an eyebrow, his teeth slightly clenched. âYou think Iâm messing?â
âAre you gonna prove me wrong?â You continued to press him on purpose. He only smirked in response, and for a minute you nearly regretted letting those words slip out of your mouth.
âOh I will,â He paused to pull your panties down, the flesh of your hips that's been squeezed by the fabric breaking free, your pussy lips already glistening from your own wetness, âIâm gonna fuck you until you cry.â
He grabbed his own shaft, leading it towards your cunt. His tip sticking into your entrance only a little bit before pulling back and spreading your slick across your labia and to your clit, you whined at the sensation underneath him, biting your tongue to stop yourself from begging for some sort of friction from him, and you almost thanked the gods above once you felt him push in.
Your mouth hung open as he inserted himself, your pussy lips swallowing him whole as his girth stretched you with every inch that pushed in, Gojo moaned on top of you, hands digging into your waist as you bent your knees. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, staying still for a second once he fully pushed in, sighing out a low "fuck.â before you felt a tap against your thigh. "Bring it up." he breathed out against your neck, his hot breath making goosebumps rise on the arms wrapped around his back.
You lifted the leg that's inside the couch upwards, "A little higher - that's it." Gojo sounded satisfied once your leg rested over of the back of the couch, you took the liberty to move your other leg onto the floor, your toes grazing against the carpet as you found yourself spread wide for him as much as you can. "Satoruâ" You whined out.
"I know, baby. I know." He said, before pulling back and burying himself inside of you again, he snapped his hips with every moderate paced thrust, your wetness making it easier for his cock to slide in and out, the curve of his cock kissing the spot that's etched deep into your cunt. âYou feel so good, so warm and snug andâfuck.â Gojo cursed.
Itâs almost as if his hands couldnât get enough of you â first gripping hard on your breasts as some sort of anchor, then moving onto your already spread legs and pushing down on your inner thighs, making you wince as he stretched you out fully. His rough hand then grabbed the leg next to his head, making you gasp as you watched him wrap his lips around your toe, giving it a teasing suck and a lick, his eyes not breaking away from yours before one of them dropped into a wink.
Gojoâs thrusts didnât falter for a second as he returned your leg to its previous position, resting it comfortably over the back of the couch. His rough hands snuck over your hips and behind your ass, taking your flesh between his fingers and spreading your cheeks apart as he lifted your pelvis slightly above the couch.
There was so much going one â your legs spread, his hands on your ass, his curved cock not leaving a sweet spot inside of you untouched. A thin layer of sweat covering both of your heaving bodies as you both moaned loud enough for your next door neighbour to hear.
Both of your hands reached his biceps, grabbing the muscles for leverage as his thrusts got harder and started pushing you further back into the couch, the top of your head meeting the arm of it as you arched your back in pleasure. âMhmâSatoru..â
When you looked back at him, you could've sworn you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs at the sight in front of you. The veins in Gojo's arms protruded from his hard grip on your ass, his cock glistening with your slick every time he pulled back, his pecs flexing with every thrust. His chest was dusted with a soft shade of pink, snow hair matted against his forehead. The way his face contorted in pleasure â eyebrows pinched together, heavy pants and grunts escaping his pouty lips.
Desperately, your grip on his biceps tightened as you pulled him closer to you, making him slow down his thrusts as his hands left your ass and moved to your waist instead, dropping your lower half back onto the couch. You retrieved both of you legs and bent your knees as he snuggled in between them, with one arm around his neck and the other perched up on your elbow for support, you lifted your back off the couch as you began to hold him for all itâs worth and grind your hips against his. Gojo let out a throaty moan as you contracted and released your pelvic muscles around his cock. "Oh, god." He let out a low groan, pecking your lips as you continued to roll your hips against his, "Oh, fuck."
âYouâre gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.â Gojo shamelessly admitted once you clenched around him again. He quickly shook his head, not wanting to cum just yet, he pulled his cock out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness, only to gasp as he flipped you over on your stomach. You rested your chin against the arm of the couch, emitting a high pitched âoh!â once his hand collided with your asscheek in a loud smack. You were reluctant to think his hands would leave bruises on your ass from the constant gripping and smacking, but once you felt his teeth sink into the flesh of your ass, you knew for sure he would leave his mark.
You gasped at the stinging feeling. He only hummed in response â spreading your asscheeks apart, your juices glazing your lips. Gojo found himself licking his lips at the sight, before sticking his tongue out and giving you a long hard lick, your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling, your high coming back down as he tried to coax you into calmness with his mouth on your cunt.
âSo wet for me.â He muttered. You felt a ball of spit fall on your asshole and drip down your cunt, making you mewl. âAll for me.â His mouth latched onto your lips, tongue lapping all of your juices before sticking it into your entrance, nose brushing against your skin as he buried his face between your cheeks. Gojoâs groans vibrated against your skin, making you desperately grind back onto his face. His fingernails dug deep into your flesh as he continued to eat you up like a starved man that havenât had a morsel of food in ages, tongue not leaving a drop of your juices drip into the couch as he drank it all up.
You whined in distress once he pulled away â he was constantly edging you and not letting you cum, and although you wanted nothing more than to have your release all over his mouth, the ache between your legs wanted to feel his cock inside instead.
Almost as if he heard your thoughts, you felt him line himself with your entrance, pushing in with his hands gripping your hips again. You were sure at this point he was leaving handprints all over your body, but the thought quickly dissipated as you heard the obscene sounds of your squelching hole take in his cock with every hard thrust.
âFuck, fuck, fuck.â You heard Gojo pant behind you. âOh, Satoru.â You mewled, your arm stretched behind you and reached to clasp the hand thatâs gripping your hip. âOh, baby.â
His movements began to slow down, cock buried deep inside your cunt as he leaned downwards. You felt his chest against your back, teeth nibbling on your ear as his hands reached your breasts and gripped the flesh tightly in his palms, pinching and rolling your nipples. Gojoâs knees spread your legs just a little bit â he didnât pull back or push himself any deeper, but had his thighs glued completely to the back of yours as he started to roll his hips, just to make sure the curve of his cock touched every inch of your insides as your walls clenched tightly around him.
âPlease..â you quietly begged, his nose in your hair as he inhales your scent deeply. Gojo halts his movements, and his hands began to move to find a new territory to mark â one hand wrapped around your throat while the other slides down your stomach, his palm splayed across your naval as he pressed down onto the bulge thatâs poking through you. âYou feel that, peach? Do you feel me right here â right in your tummy?â
Your mouth hung open, eyes open like a deer in headlights as you sucked in a breath. You only managed to nod eagerly, screwing your eyes shut at the feeling of his cock nudging your cervix while his hand pressed down your tummy bulge. âToo deep, too much Iââ You whined, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. You felt his hand snake further down and reach your clit, two of his digits using your own slick for lubrication as he began to draw circles on your clitoris and hood, his fingertips grazing your labia in the process.
âNo, no, noââ you begged and attempted to break free from his hold before gasping once you felt Gojoâs fingers squeeze the sides of your throat, âFuck, stay still for me.â He grunted, your clitoris wedged between his two fingers as he gave it a small pinch before resuming to his previous circular motions.
âPlease move, please justâhmph!â your broken pleads were interrupted with a loud moan as you felt him suddenly pull back and push his cock in, his sudden animalistic thrusts catching you off guard. The hand around your throat moved towards your face, gripping your cheeks to face him as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. Tongues dancing and teeth colliding in a desperate attempt to match the pace of his thrusts. A throaty moan elicited from Gojo against your lips as you clenched around him again.
With his fingers barely giving your sensitive clit a break, your long awaited orgasm started approaching like a crashing wave as you felt a familiar coil in your abdomen. âIâm gonna cum, mâgonnaââ
âCum. Cum all over my cock.â Gojo urged in jagged, irregular breaths. You felt your throat muscles burn as you cried out in pleasure. Your long awaited orgasm washed over you, making you curl your toes as you creamed all over his cock.
Gojoâs thrusts decreased, giving you a chance to slow down your heart. You looked over your bare shoulder blade, about to ask why he didnât cum yet, only to shriek once you felt the arms around your waist lift you, pulling you down behind with you on top of him â your back against his chest, his cock still inside of you. The sudden change in positions knocked the air out of your lungs, and before you know it, his hands reached the back of your thighs, pulling it closer to your chest and spread your legs further. Your eyes frantically widening in realisation, âSatoâoh!â
He began to fuck you from below, feet planted to support his weight. His knees bent and hips lifted as he thrusted harder with every second, you watched his cock disappear into and out of your cunt, his muffled groans against your skin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. Your eyes began to water at the overstimulation, Gojoâs hands gripping the back of your thighs so hard you thought he was close to cutting off your blood circulation. âNgnh, âToruâ!â You sobbed out, âPlease!â your cries and wails fell on deaf ears. You werenât exactly sure what you were begging for, whether for him to stop or to keep going â either way, you couldnât get enough of him.
âOne more â give me one more, peach.â Gojo grunted against your ear. Tears were streaming down your face at this point, your own hair strands sticking to the back of your neck with sweat. And then you felt it â fast stream jets of your juices involuntarily ejecting out of you right in front of your eyes as you squirted. The pornographic sounds of your squelching hole and skin slapping only made your chest hot at the lewdness of your state. âThatâs it.â Gojo encouraged, âThatâs my good girl.â
âSatoru,â You panted quietly, the pace of his thrusts remained unchanged as you felt him twitch inside of you. âCum inside me, please.â your begging made his grip around you tighten, âNeed to feel it, need you to fill me up.â
âFuck, donât say that.â He breathed out, almost pleadingly. Moans of curses and your own name spilled from his beautiful lips and reached your ears as you felt spurts of his own hot cum fill you up to the brim, strings of his own semen escaping your hole and reaching your ass as it trickled down your thighs. Both of your mouths hung upon at the sensation that washed over your sweaty bodies.
Gojo released his grip on your knees, before reaching your face and tilting your head for a few pecks on your lips. Your chests heaving almost rhythmically as you panted tiredly against each otherâs lips. He lifted you off his chest to slip his cock out, and just as expected, his own milky cum began to leak out of your hole. Laying you back on the couch as he slipped out from underneath you, you heard his footsteps trail away from you and into the kitchen, your ears barely registering the sound of him rummaging through your drawers as you felt your eyes begging you for a deep slumber.
Just as promised â he had in fact, fucked you until you cried.
Your eyes shot up at the sudden feeling of wetness on your inner thighs, seeing Gojo dressed back in his sweatpants with damp paper towels in his hand as he wiped you clean. His eyes met yours â giving you a small smile before focusing back on the task at hand. You licked your already swollen lips, too tired to notice that the shirt youâre about to grab from the floor and wear was actually Gojoâs â whoâve just finished cleaning you up before dumping the sticky tissues into a nearby bin.
You sat up on the edge of the couch, your feet planted on the carpet. Your mouth was dry and your legs were aching from how far and long heâs been spreading you open. You only gave Gojo a questionable look as you watched him grab your panties off the floor and shove it into his pocket. âA souvenir.â He comically answered your unspoken question with a grin. He then grabbed the two water bottles he previously placed on your coffee table, passing you one as you eagerly accepted it, the both of you taking large gulps to quench you thirst.
âSo,â You heard him speak amusingly, but you were too busy making sure you swallow every last drop of water to wash up your dry throat. You looked back at him once you finished, exhaling in content. And although his body was covered in a layer of sweat and his hair was messily stuck to his forehead â he had that mischievous glint in his eyes, his lips curved up into a smirk, your living room light adorning his toned chest and figure as he stood in front of you. The rumours were true after all, he was an Adonis that sprung amongst the sea of men.
synopsis: Shinichiro shows you why you're perfect for each other.
genre: Fluff before the line break and naughty after it. Romantic af as a whole
content warning: AU, cigarette smoking, a mention of alcohol, softdom!Shinichiro, oral (f receiving), fingering, "good girl", "little slut", "princess", slight dumbification, unprotected sex, love making
word count: 2.2k
You hated motorcycles ever since you read a statistic that motorcyclists are 35 times more likely to get into a fatal accident than car drivers. Yet your main mode of transportation was by motorcycle. Wherever you went, Shinichiro was there to pick you up and drop you off, on his bike of course. Every time you heard its engine from a distance, a chill went down your spine and anxiety creeped up on you. It was always assuaged when Shinichiro pulled up, giving you his signature closed eyes and closed mouth smile. His presence was peace itself and when he held out his hand for you to join him, how could you say no? Your heart was beating faster, but not because of your anxiety, but because he made your heart flutter. Sitting behind him on his motorcycle, you were sure he could feel your heartbeat on his back while you squished your chest against it, holding on for dear life.
The air was crisp, raising goosebumps on your skin as you zoomed through Shibuya. Going over a hundred miles per hour, all the city lights blurred into each other. You told him over and over again of your fear of motorcycles but he knew it wasnât the riding part you were scared of. What you were scared of was dying but Shinichiro would never let that happen on his watch. And you believed him. You didnât mind that he took the long way back to your apartment and stars filled your eyes from the thrill of riding and the exhilaration from being with someone you love.
You exhaled a breath of relief once he parked in front of your apartment. He helped you off his bike and then smothered you with a hug, his chin resting on the top of your head.
âSee, princess? Itâs never as bad as you think.â
You nodded with your face still buried in Shinichiroâs chest and he chuckled. He pulled away to light himself a cigarette and you wondered when he got so cool. When you first met each other, you thought he was an overconfident fool who used the corniest pick up lines. It was a new one every day and yet he still got surprised when you rolled your eyes or made a face of disgust in response. But you still hung around him because he had a good heart. And though he was a clumsy idiot around you, he had managed to gain the respect of practically every delinquent in Tokyo. He was a bit of an anomaly to you.
After the hundredth pick up line, you cracked and agreed to go on a date with him. Shinichiroâs goofy demeanor immediately changed and he began to stammer. He couldnât believe you said yes and you couldnât believe he was that surprised. His face was bright red and his hands were shaking, but he grabbed your hand with both of his and confidently promised you that it would be the best date youâd ever been on. You blushed at him for the first time when he took your hand in his and after an amazing first date (besides his stumbling and stuttering), it seemed like you never stopped.
You soon realized why Shinichiro was idolized by many and you began to adore him as well. He made you his number one priority and he never failed to be there for you emotionally and physically, even if he wasnât well equipped to handle the situation. You felt safe and secure because you knew you would always deal with whatever together. You finished reminiscing and you let out a long love sigh. He patted your head and asked, âWhat are you thinking about, princess?â
Not wanting to be caught simping, you snatched the cigarette out of his hand and took a drag of it for yourself.
âIâm thinking about how annoying you are.â
He scoffed knowing you were thinking the exact opposite. He pulled you into him again and gave you a noogie to which you elbowed him in the stomach, making him keel over.
âI love you too, sweetheart.â He said with a strained voice.
You both laughed and headed into your apartment.
After a delicious meal you cooked and a couple of drinks, Shinichiro was on top of you now, caging you between his arms. You looked into each otherâs eyes and it felt like you were the only two people on this planet. You reached up to cup his face in your hands and he leaned into you to press a burning kiss on your lips.
âIâve been thinking about you all day, Y/N.â He whispered into your mouth before kissing you again. He hastily undressed you and took a moment to revel at your beautiful body. âLet me show you how much I missed you.â
His lips traveled down your figure, kisses being placed on your jaw, your neck, your breasts, your stomach, and on your mound just before your clit. He propped your legs up and spread them apart, leaving kisses on your inner thighs and making you shiver, your anticipation beginning to build up.
âDonât take your eyes off of me. Okay, princess?â
You bit your lip and nodded obediently. You were usually snarky and kind of bratty, but whenever Shinichiro got you on your back, you were willing to do whatever he said. Instead of his signature smile, he smirked and stuck his tongue out at you. You watched as he slowly brought his tongue to your entrance, licking into it and greedily collecting your arousal on his tongue to savor.
âMmm. My princess always tastes so good.â
Your cheeks burned up and you let out a soft moan. He brought his flat tongue to your clit and leisurely licked it up and down. He stared intensely into your eyes, a mischievous look still on his face. It made you so weak. Your heart pulsed so hard you felt it through your entire body.
Your pussy was aching and as soon as it clenched into itself, he stuck his index finger in your hole and held it steady so you could tighten on it instead. You flexed your pelvic floor muscle around his finger and matched the pace of his licks, your legs beginning to tremble from the stimulation.
You praised him. ââChiro, that feels so good..â
You felt his smile and he stuck another finger in you, his two digits alone crowding your pussy. He groaned at how tight you are and his hard cock throbbed for you. He knew you wouldnât mind if he took you right now but you werenât needy enough for him yet. When his cock is the only thing on your mind and when you start to think that you only live to please and be pleased by him, then youâd be needy enough to deserve his cock inside you. He was going to push you to that point.
He hooked his fingers and found your sweet spot with ease. A drawn out sultry moan escaped your mouth and he hummed conceitedly. He knew you were drunk off of his pleasure already.
âGood girl.â
He lapped at your clit all the while and you were becoming a moaning mess. The way he pressed on that perfect spot made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your walls were fluttering around his fingers and he knew just how close you were.
âWhose pussy is this, princess?â
âYours, Shinichiro!"
Perfect answer. He thought.
âSo sweet for me. But youâre really a naughty slut, arenât you?â
You groaned at his words and you closed your eyes. The pleasure and the submissive headspace he was putting you in was overwhelming. He tapped your cheek a few times with his hand, not letting you escape from his pleasure.
âHey. I told you not to take your eyes off of me.â
Your eyes were heavy lidded when they opened but when you looked at him licking away at your clit and fingering your pussy like it was a toy, they went wide and you whined to him.
ââChiro..â
He cut you off before you could speak.
âI know, princess. Cum for me.â
You had been conditioned by his words and once spoken, your orgasm took over your senses and you trembled hard. You crossed your arms over your torso and held onto yourself for just a bit of support as you intensely came around his fingers. Once you cried out his name, he wasted no time undressing. He soon had the head of his cock swiping over your clit and then aligning it with your entrance. Before your orgasm was over, he sheathed his entire length in you and you let out a strained moan, the pleasure of your orgasm transitioning into the pleasure of being full with his cock.
Your moans matched his strokes and he groaned feeling your pussy swallowing his whole member. He had molded your walls around his cock and when the head of it collided with your cervix, you felt complete.
âSuch a good little slut. No matter how much I play with your pussy, no matter how much I use it, itâs always so fucking tight.â
âOnly for you, âChiro..â Is all you could mewl out.
He straightened your legs out, resting them on his shoulders and holding your thighs down to make you feel every inch of him.
âLook at me fucking you, princess.â
Your eyes moved down to where you two were connected. The sight of him pulling out before the tip and then burying his cock inside you made you feel so dirty. You loved giving yourself up to him.
In your lusty haze, you whined to him. âMy pussy belongs to you, âChiro..â
He squished your cheeks between his hand and brought his face closer to yours.
âItâs not just your pussy, princess. All of you belongs to me.â
He placed a kiss on your lips before sticking his thumb in your mouth, lubricating it with your saliva. Your oral fixation had you sucking on his thumb while you looked at him with your doe eyes. He shook his head, in disbelief at how perfect you were for him.
âYou look at me like youâre innocent but I know what you truly are.â
His thumb found your clit and he rubbed circles into it, the stimulation and penetration overwhelming you. You started wailing and Shinichiro chuckled smugly. You had already received complaints from your neighbors for being too loud but you were always too far gone in his pleasure to care. Your eyes were blown wide, your pupils dilated, and your mouth agape. You couldnât keep a chaste face when you were being fucked exactly how you wanted to be.
âYouâre my little slut. And you know Iâm the only one who can make you feel this way.â
âThe only one, âChiro..â
You stopped thinking long ago and all you could do was repeat some of his words.
âSo good. So obedient. And all for me.â
He grunted as he plowed into you. Dominating you was natural to him but he was slowly losing his composure feeling your plush walls suffocating his cock. His moans were more guttural, more animalistic as his desire for you was primal.
âI donât need anything but you.â
His words made your heart ache and it only added to the overall pleasure you were feeling. You knew mentally, emotionally, and physically that your all belonged to him. He was the only thing you needed in this world too.
Shinichiro panted heavily as his cock began to twitch inside of you. His strokes were becoming sloppy as your pussy provoked him to orgasm.
âItâs okay if I cum inside of you, right, princess?â
Of course he knew it was okay. He usually never came anywhere else besides in your cunt but he had to hear you say it.
âYes please, âChiro! I need your cum inside me!â
He scoffed. âYou desperate, little slut.â
Even if your head was empty, you had said these words so many times that you didnât need to think about it. He stroked into you one last time. The head of his cock harshly rammed into your cervix and you winced in pain but you only moaned in absolute pleasure as his cock convulsed and he emptied his balls inside of you. His low, throaty groans made you feel so euphoric; his gratification was reliant on your gratification and vice versa. His lips met yours in an impassioned kiss and you really felt it, that you were perfect for each other.
He let out a huge sigh, slowly catching his breath.
âI could have you every day for the rest of our lives. That sounds good, doesnât it, princess?â
He collapsed next to you on the bed and he pulled out a cigarette, lighting it before he took a puff. The afterglow from his sex lingered on you, your eyes half lidded and ecstasy still evident on your face. You breathed out a love sigh and you turned to Shinichiro to drape your leg and arm over him, resting your head on his chest. He smiled and began to pet your head. He loved how clingy you became after you had sex. You nodded at his proclamation and he put the cigarette in your mouth so you could have a drag.
âHow did I get so lucky having you?â
He kissed your forehead and you inhaled deeply, exhaling the smoke afterwards. Looking at him with hearts in your eyes, you whispered to him.
âI think Iâm the lucky one.â
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Notes: been a MINUTE since I wrote Toji mmmmm⊠anyway this is for @httptamakiââs anniversary birthday collab!! So honoured that u let me join bb thank u so much I hope u like the fic!! Be sure to read everyone elseâs work too đ
Synopsis: Toji Fushiguro is a wonderful person and boss, or so you thought. After an argument with his son, you begin to see a side to him you didnât know he had.Â
Mr. Fushiguro was a marvellous man to be under the employ of. He didnât rule with an iron fist, he never got angry or disrespected his staff. He was a gentleman through and through, suave, sophisticated and composed. It made your heart ache when you realised everyone else in the office had forgotten his birthday. It was unfortunate that his birthday fell on the same night as the biggest office party of the year, New Yearâs Eve. While everyone was getting drunk, photocopying their behinds on the machines and kissing under the leftover Christmas mistletoe; Mr. Fushiguro was sitting silently in his office doing paperwork. You didnât enter, but you could clearly picture him in your mind with a pen in one hand and a tumbler of whiskey in the other.
You were sitting on your desk outside of Mr. Fushiguroâs office. A few of the men who had some Dutch courage in their system had approached and propositioned you, but you turned them down instantly and they backed off. People in the office didnât usually bother communicating with you on a day-to-day basis since you were just Mr. Fushiguroâs secretary. They saw you as nothing but a skirt and a pet to him, but it wasnât like that. He respected you and was appreciative of everything you did for him. It was hard to not feel the blood fill and warm up your soft cheeks whenever he complimented you.
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Word Count: 5k + || Minors DNI!!! (NSFW)
Summary: Gojo is off on a mission by himself, leaving Geto and you alone, as the tension in the air feels overbearing. After opening up more to Geto, you both share an intimate moment that brings you closer together. Sick of holding it in, he confesses his feeling to you, which leads to extremely passionate sex đł. Please ignore any spelling/grammar errors, I swear Iâll fix them later!!!
Warnings/Tags: unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), nipple play, breeding kink, dark themes, mentions of violence
Synopsis: A once innocent movie night with two siblings makes a rather unexpected turn when Chosoâs body realizing his little step-sister is too alluring for him to ignore.
Warnings: 18+, DARK CONTENT, non-consensual content, dubious content, st*pcest, pussy job, perverted choso-nii, himbo choso-nii, non-consented kissing, Choso-nii is a liar, mentions of somnophilia, mentions of panty theft, mentions of male masturbation, emo Choso, coercionÂ
Final WC: 3.1k
A/N: My piece for @ultimate-astridwritingââs âhey!watch it creepâ writing collaboration!! This is my THIRD draft because I hated everything else I wrote. This could be better, longer, but I am really happy with how it came out and I hope you guys enjoyed as well. Check out the other writers of this event and make sure you follow the hottie Astrid for hosting an amazing event!
Choso is a one-track mind kind of man. He worries for the happiness and safety of his family before anything else, putting their needs before his, making sure everyone is happy and complacent.Â
NOTES: hi friends. donât ask me what this is, cause idk đ this is part of @ultimate-astridwriting creep!collab, I banged this out like it was nothing - idk if I should be proud or worried KSKSKSKS just to clarify panda doesnt condone any of the acts mentioned in this fic nor would she ever let any man degrade her like this (although Levi is always an exception HAHAH) *sigh* anyways, please heed the warnings. enjoy đ„Ž
On the other side of the gym, you pretended to get in your last rep, perching your hips upwards, pausing to hold the weights above your body. You shamelessly watched the raven haired man, drinking in his appearance as he effortlessly pulled himself up onto the bar. At his every raise, you feel your pussy clench at your every synchronized hip thrust.
Sweat runs down his tensed jaw, drenching the front of his shirt. It makes you swallow, wetting your dry throat. Your eyes run along the pulsating veins that decorate the bulge of his biceps and the curve of his temple after every heave. Completely desperate for his attention, you wanted nothing more than to run your tongue along the line of his chin, lapping every drop of salty perspiration.
The obsession hadnât begun like this. At first it was just a friendly admiration. From the first private lesson that your friend had invited you to, you acknowledged his good looks but at that point in time your intentions were honest and ingenuous.
By the third week, youâd developed a crush of sorts on this trainer. Although he kept things strictly professional, heâd show you rare instances of special kindness every once in a while. Whether it was helping to keep your arms lifted in weight training. Or offering you a water bottle at the end of cardio. It was enough to make you fall into a state of complete enamoration.
Long before you knew it, the name on his name tag began to constantly overwhelm your mind. Once you had it burned to memory, you used it at every chance you got, loving the way his name rolled off the tip of your tongue.
âLevi, could you help me with this?â
âLevi, Iâm not sure how to do this next part.â
Levi. Levi. Levi. His entire existence began to consume the entirety of your silly brain.
He was an addiction. And you couldnât get enough of him.
Eventually, the harmless admiration began to blossom into something more compulsive. It was like you couldnât control the fixation you had on the man. Taking something as simple as a used towel grew into stealing something a little more daring like his water bottle.
Hurrying over to the locker room, you wasted no time. Shedding your skin tight yoga pants, youâd brush your fingers lovingly across the initials: L.A, before placing his water bottle between your sweaty thighs. It was like second nature to you, once the needy lips of your cunt touched the surface of the water bottle, your hips began their frantic pace, humping the curved object, desperately wishing it was his cock instead. At the same time, youâd reach into your duffel bag, diving your face into the dirty towel, inhaling his scent - the smell of cedar and masculine musk overwhelming your senses. At this point, it became a part of your gym ritual.
And today was no different. Walking over to the trainer, you made small talk, giving generous thanks for his intense workout session. Twirling a flirty finger around your ponytail, you bend down, arching your back and making sure the curves in your body are accentuated in all the right ways, before strategically sitting next to his towel that lays draped across the bench.
To the usual onlookers, he gives his usual dry âgood jobâ. But in your mind, his two word response is equivalent to a shower of praises, making you quiver with satisfaction, making you stupidly crave his validation.
By the time your short conversation comes to an end, heâs long forgotten his towel and begins to make his way to the staff room. Once he disappears behind the blurry glass doors, you pocket your prize, immediately making your way towards the locker room.
Upon entering, the possibility of other gym goers using the facility, doesnât even cross your mind. Ushering yourself quickly into a shower stall, you slump against the tiled wall, anxious to finally relieve the ache between your legs.
Blanketing the damp towel across your face, you welcome his delicious scent with a generous inhale, diving your fingers into your sweaty tight pants.
Little did you know, the man at the center of your infatuation, was also keeping a keen eye on you. Leaning into his office chair, he watches you, from the security cameras, disappear (right on schedule) into the women's locker room.
The outside of the locker rooms were the extent of the gymâs security cameras. Levi, however, was a calculating man. Drawing his cell phone from his pocket, he taps on an unsuspecting app on the last page of his Home Screen, granting him the perfect view of you - completely oblivious to his watchful eyes and absolutely lost in the pleasure of your fingers.
Fuck. He couldnât wait to bury his cock into your tight cunt. Palming his now growing bulge, he lets out a shaky breath, seeing you rub his used towel along your body.
âLevi,â he overhears your moan, which echoes shamelessly across the empty locker room.
Spitting into his palm, he lavers the saliva between his fingers before giving his cock a firm, lubricated stroke. Imagining it was your pretty pussy sinking down onto his shaft, he picks up his pace, with all the intention to completely milk himself clean.
The throb in his cock is almost unbearable, and his desire to take you right then and there is obvious by its angry red tip. Hoping to relieve some of the tension, he swipes the pad of his thumb, spreading the slit teasingly, causing a shiver to run down his spine. The sensation forces his hips to unintentionally rut upward, synchronizing his languid strokes with your finger-fucking pace. And just as quickly as before, he cums with a guttural groan, painting his fingers and the fabric of his pants white.
Well fuck, he curses. There goes another pair of gym shorts.
~~
The next day, youâre surprised to see a different trainer at the front of the private room. Disappointed was a better word to describe your mood - without Levi at the front of the class, it was difficult for you to get the usual gears into motion.
âBend backwards,â Zeke, the new instructor, says as he applies pressure to your already arched back.
You were completely aware of your surroundings, staring straight at your reflection in the large wall of mirrors, you push your breasts out, admiring the way your nipples enticingly poked through your sports bra. You pay no attention to the new trainer, completely lost in thought, envisioning it was Levi holding you up instead.
How heâd run his tongue along your perky bud, giving it little flicks before slipping it between his lips, milking it dry. The thought alone makes you shiver and press your thighs together, hoping to alleviate the dull ache that was now forming between your legs. The tense strain in your body does not go unnoticed by the dirty blonde. In the reflection, you see his jaw clench, accentuating the sharpness of his chin, and the tiny bulge erupting in his exercise shorts. The sight alone makes you internally scoff. Fucking disgusting.
Feeling a little daring, he runs his fingers along the material of your yoga pants - you can barely feel his teasing touch but nonetheless, it leaves you feeling ticklish in its wake.
You nudge his hand away, giving him a dirty look. Your body was Leviâs and Leviâs alone; clearly Zeke was not aware of that fact.
âDude,â you sit up, pushing the medicine ball out of your way, âfuck off.â
He gives you a cocky smirk, before gripping your wrist. His actions make you internally fume. How dare he touch you. Before you can snatch your arm away, Zeke is suddenly shoved backwards.
âI believe the lady said to fuck off.â
Levi, now standing behind your smaller form, gives Zeke the dirtiest look and the sight enough is to make you soak through the fabric of your panties.
A pink blush arises in the blondeâs already warm cheeks, clearly embarrassed that he got caught.
âSorry,â he hides his apology in a cough, before walking off.
âYou alright?â Levi asks, concern written all over his face.
It makes you swoon.
You nod.
He nods back, acknowledging your answer before walking back to the staff room.
The interaction leaves you fucking horny. Practically running to the locker room, you hide yourself in an alleyway of lockers, shoving his much used water bottle between your thighs. Familiar with the feeling, you immediately begin to dry hump its surface. The nozzle rubs against your clit and the thought of how his mouth was once wrapped around it, makes your mewl.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
A steely voice breaks your concentration. As if frozen in time, you make eye contact with the grey orbs of your personal trainer. His look is clear as day. Disgusted. Revulsion. Complete and utter disdain for the sight of your fingers shoved knuckle deep into your dripping cunt. You should be embarrassed. Ashamed. Remorseful. Yet, none of those emotions overtake your brain.
His watchful stare is enough to send you over the edge. Losing all sense of logic, you pump your fingers in and out, hitting all the right places, before coming hard.
Your legs stiffen, still tangled in your leggings, you do your best to clench your toes without inducing a cramp. The walls of your insides clench, desperate to be clamped down on anything but your fingers. The feeling is fleeting and there was nothing you wanted more in the moment, than for Levi to bend you over this bench and fuck you completely raw.
When you come down from your high, he eyes you darkly. Quickly understanding the severity of your newfound circumstances, you pull the bottle from your entrance, itâs sides slick with cum from your sensitive fluttering sex.
âDid I say you could stop?â His deep and domineering voice breaks the silence. With crossed arms, he leans against the wall, making the pulsing bulge in his sweats all the more apparent. The sight alone is enough to make you salivate.
âSit up.â
You are quick to follow his command, while replacing his water bottle with the pace of your fingers.
Maintaining eye contact with the man in the mirror, you drink in his appearance, utterly parched and hungry for his cock. Slowly, like a predator toying with its prey, he stalks closer, taking in every pump of your fingers. The lewd squelching sounds of your pussy alone is enough to have him straining against the binds of his pants.
âLook at you,â he pinches the tight strap of your sports bra, before releasing it with a snap, making you yelp,âcoming to the gym dressed like a fucking whore.â
Trailing a hard, calloused hand along your heaving torso, he stops at your chest, gripping your breast. While pinching your already hard nipple, he digs his elbow into your abdomen, keeping you in place.
âDressing up for men other than me?â He clicks his tongue in irritation and the tone of disappointment makes you panic.
âN-n-no!â You squirm against his hold, âNânever!â
He scoffs, âThatâs really fucking hard to believe, considering how I saw you practically begging the new trainer to touch you.â
âN-noâNghh!â Your body arches as you reach your g-spot, making it difficult to form words, âonlyâyou.â
âOh?â He gives your nipple a teasing twirl with the tip of his tongue, âdisappointed that another man was teaching our class today?â
âYou were watching me?â you manage to curiously peer down at him through hooded eyes.
âAnswer the question,â he bites down hard enough to draw blood, making you cry out.
âNghh-y-yes!â
âI couldnât believe my eyes - even with me not even there, youâre still such a fucking whore.â
You whimper, as he gives your sore nipples loving licks.
He groans out as he begins to palm his cock from the outside of his sweats, âDonât think I havenât seen you shamelessly eye fucking me every session.â
His words make the blood in your chest burn, painting your skin a nice cherry red color. Feeling a little daring you look up at him, âItâs not like you ever do anything about it. Youâre a fucking tease whoâs too scared to make a move, leaving with his cock and panties in a twist.â
He lets out an animalistic growl, before shoving you down by the neck. Your head hits the metal board of the bench, making you dizzy. His grip is strong and doesn't help get rid of the incoming stars sprinkling your vision. Cutting off your airway every so often, his fingers dig into the sides of your neck, most likely leaving a bruise. The thought of him marking you, makes you groan.
â...Are you actually getting turned on by this? Suchâa fucking pervert,â his dirty words make you foam at the mouth.
âSoaking through your panties and dirtying the gym equipment. Fucking filthy.â he berates, digging the heel of his shoe into your clothed pussy. Drool spills out of your open mouth, the degradation completely turning you on beyond comprehension.
You gyrate your hips, grinding upward against his heel. His face turns dark before leaning back on the bench. With a click of his tongue, he removes his foot from your sex, raising it slowly to you face.
âLick it.â
He nudges your lips with his foot, âClean your fucking mess.â
Hesitantly, you turn your body around so that you are leaning forward on your elbows and eye level with his shoe. You look up at him with doe like eyes, darting your tongue out, just so that the tip brushes the surface of his shoe. When you hear his hum of approval, a dizzying warmth spreads throughout your body, making you feel giddy and wanting nothing more than to hear him praise you again. Little licks slowly evolve into slobbery laps, a medley of the saltiness of your cum and the unique bitter flavor of leather taint your tastebuds. Lathering the toe of his shoe in saliva, you whine and suck on the fabric, reveling in the humiliation of it all.
âI canât believe youâre getting off on this,â he belittles you, tapping his toe against your cheek.
âDo you do this after every session?â He purposefully coats his words with disgust, already knowing the answer for himself. But you didnât need to know that. He liked the way you mewled, how your eyes began to tear up solely from the sheer embarrassment of it all.
âFucking Zeke,â he chuckles cockily, âHeâd give anything to have you like this.â
You shake your head fervently to let him know that the entirety of your existence belonged to him, and only him.
âI watched you allow him to stretch your body like this,â his hands dip down between your legs to replace yours, âHe eyed what was mine.â
He taps the sole of his dirty shoe against your flattened tongue for good measure.
âIt took everything within me to stop myself from going up and fucking you over the medicine ball right then and there,â to claim what was rightfully his, he thought to himself.
âThis,â he cups your clothed pussy, â is mineâ
âA-all yours,â you mewl.
He pulls his teasing fingers away to give your puffy lips a firm slap, exerting his authority. The action makes your twitch but heâs quick to use his other arm to keep you down on the bench.
His eyes trail down your sweaty body, pausing at your heaving breasts. The muscles in your arms begin to burn from being pinned down for such a long period of time, but you revel in the pain.
He laughs dryly at the sight of you before leaning forward so that you have nowhere else to look other than his dark handsome face, âI know you steal my dirty towels after every lesson, you fucking thief.â
You twist and turn, but your movements prove to be inevitable against his strength. His grip only tightens as you squirm, darting your head side to side. He was forcing you to look at him, but the humiliation was enough to make you feel like you were going to combust.
âDo you go home after every session and get off to the thought of me?â he continues, never relenting his berating comments, all while flicking your clit through your pants, âFinger fucking yourself desperately wishing it was my cock filling you up instead?â
Beginning to become impatient with your skin tight leggings, he rakes down roughly, tearing a hole in its fabric, plunging a digit into you.
The sudden intrusion makes you gasp and grip onto his thick forearms. Slipping two fingers into your deprived sex, he purposefully flicks them upward every so often to stroke the gummy roof of your cunt. The little licks of his thumb pad against your clit makes your hips involuntarily jerk forward. When his fingers curl, perfectly hitting your sweet spot, it makes your body go limp, only infrequent spasms make you twitch every so often.
âCome on baby,â heâs also a little breathless at this point, âCome for me.â
Keeping your arms restrained in one large hand, he trails the other down before clasping it around your pretty little neck, decorating it with a necklace of bruises. He squeezes hard enough to block the blood flow, but not enough to suffocate you. The sensation leaves you feeling lightheaded but he continues to pump his thick fingers in and out, making a complete mess of your cunt.
âL-L-Lev-ai!â You sputter in delight, savoring each and every single one of his movements, âIâm- ANhgg!-I-Iâm-fuck-â
âThatâs it, baby,â he coaxes your train of an orgasm, as it rips through the rest of your body violently.
All the energy you had, leaves your body, making your limbs go completely limp. You feel more tired than any exercise or workout Levi had you do in the gym. Before either of you can do anything, the sound of the locker room door resonates throughout the empty space, alarming the both of you.
Lifting your body as though it weighed nothing, Levi slings you over his shoulder and calmly walks to one of the open showers. Placing you down gently, he pulls the curtain closed behind him, giving the two of you privacy in the intimate enclosed space. Feeling cramped, you wriggle around, accidentally nudging his dick. He groans at the sudden contact, falling forward and caging you in between muscular arms and broad shoulders.
You shrink, leaning backwards into the tiled wall, suddenly feeling extra small in comparison to the man in front of you. His dark eyes dart back and forth between your eyes and lips. The sound of other gym goers outside make you freeze. Levi smirks at your reaction, turning on the shower head to drown out the sounds of that would soon come out of your pretty mouth. The sudden cold water makes you jump, but you allow it to completely drench you.
The water flows through his hair, bringing dark locks over his eyes. The sight of the spray of the shower cascading off of his body makes you shiver. He chuckles darkly before dipping down, barely brushing his lips against your own. A ghost of a kiss, making you whimper, wanting more. Trailing the tip of his tongue from the corner of your lips, he glides along your cheek, pausing when heâs close to your ear.
âGet on your knees,â his hot breath fans across the nape of your neck, making you buckle, and eventually dropping down, following his order.
Your kneecaps sting from the impact but you donât dare move, scared to do anything that would displease him. Peering through your long lashes and the incoming shower of water, you look up at him expectantly, your mouth opened agape in the shape of an âoâ.
âWhat a good girl,â he runs a finger across the plump flesh of your bottom lip, âAlways so ready for me.â
He wastes no time and begins to fuck your mouth, reaching places that have never been touched before. The length and girth of his fat cock makes you gag, but youâre quick to regain control of your reflexes, swallowing the bile that rises at the back of your throat. With teary eyes, you bring your hands up and bring to fist the base while twirling your tongue around the cherry red tip, treating it like a sweet lollipop.
His rough administration awakens your arousal for a second time. Reaching down, you skip your middle fingers back into your awaiting folds. Levi watches from above, holding himself up with his muscular arms, giving you the most perfect view of his toned abdomen.
Much to your disappointment, he pulls his cock from your skillful mouth, making him groan as it leaves with a pop.
âOpen.â
You look up, confused at the one word.
He clicks his tongue in irritation before grabbing your chin and roughly prying your lips open with a hard pinch.
âI said,â he leans down, âOpen.â
Immediately, you unlock your jaw, letting your tongue lull out, giving him the perfect view of your pink throat. Pursuing his lip, he gathers saliva before letting a string of spit droop onto your awaiting tongue.
âSwallow.â You didnât need to be told twice.
He groans at the sight, sheathing the entire length of his cock in your mouth, continuing to completely fuck your face. Being used to his size, you clench your throat around the tip, making it pulsate against your tongue.
âLook at you fingering yourself while youâre sucking me off,â he breathes heavily, âSo desperate to have your hole filled, itâs pathetic.â
And for the second time, his words make you cum, sadly clenching around your fingers. A moan tries to leave your throat but is muffled by the sheer size of his shaft. The vibrations make him shiver and cause uneven thrusts between his hips and your face. Itâs then that you knew that he was coming. With a grunt, he releases his cum into your awaiting mouth, painting itâs walls a sticky white. You do your best to swallow all of him, but much to your chagrin, a mixture of your saliva and his semen pool out at the corners of your mouth, dripping down into your lap.
Pulling his now softening cock from your mouth, you whimper, doing your absolute best to not waste a single drop of his seed. He looks down on you, pleased with your efforts, giving your head an affectionate caress, making you purr.
Turning off the water, he exits the shower into the now empty locker room. He walks over to a staff closet disappearing for a few minutes. He returns, tossing you a dry towel.
âGood job today,â he gives you a dark look, âIâll see you for tomorrowâs workout. Same room, same time.â
And just as if nothing happened, he exits, leaving you disheveled, completely unsatisfied, and more obsessed than ever.
âŻsynopsis: being transferred to an all girls school didn't seem so bad until you met your religion teacher. alt: you get defiled by your teacher in a chapel.
âŻwordcount: 6.3 k
âŻwarning: dark content, sacrilegious themes, fucking in a church, dubcon, hatefucking, age gap, intercourse with a nun, god complex! getou, teacher x student relationship, smoking, drugs, cream pies, oral sex, throat fucking, public sex, voyeurism, spit, cum play, etc.
âŻnote: this fic was actually supposed to be 3 k but i have no self control and im so sorry. as a catholic writing this was kind of...exciting but im going to hell anyways so go big or go home woohoo!!
âAre you fucking kidding me?â Your mother's shrill voice pulls you out of your daydream, your whole body flinching at the sound of her voice. Youâre debating on getting up and running away from her but knew that her scolding was inevitable. Deciding to accept your fate you pull the blunt away from your lips, pressing the burning tip against the material of your jeans.
âAre you seriously still fucking smoking? After I told you to stop?â She storms towards you, brows furrowed in anger as you barely bat an eye, attention still focused on the sting of the blunt against your jean-clad thigh.
âHey, mom.â You drawl, sending her a sleepy smile. The heaviness of your eyelids makes you giggle a little, smacking your lips at the sudden dry feeling in your mouth as if youâd ingested a mouthful of cotton balls.
âDonât fucking âhey momâ me! Do you know what youâre doing with your life? Do you understand how badly these drugs are gonna fuck you up?â Your mother continues to yell in your face, aggressively snatching the half-smoked blunt away from you, unaware of the stash you kept under your bed.
âItâs not right for you to live life without consequences. Iâve already submitted your transfer papers. Iâve moved you to an all-girls catholic school and you start Monday.â Your mother looks at you sadly, looking as if she wanted to say more, but you nod your head and get up, walking towards the opposite direction of the house.
âWhere are you going?â
âJust gonna take a walk.â You mumble. You honestly couldnât care less about the fact that you were being sent to a new school, it wasnât as if you had friends in your current one. Except for this one boy youâd always eat your lunch with if you werenât hiding behind the school smoking.
Youâd miss that little pink-haired boy.
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âDo they not have pants in the uniform?â huffing as you flatten your palms along the ends of your skirt, wishing for the fabric to somehow lengthen. Your mother couldnât help but coo at the sight of you, all prim and proper for your first day of school as if you werenât halfway into your senior year.
âNo, no. You look absolutely gorgeous! I have to take a picture for Facebook!â She beams, already pulling her phone out of her pocket and snapping several pictures of you, most of the pictures consisting of you with either a frown or the fakest smile you could muster.
âSmile properly.â Your mother grits her teeth, brows furrowed in annoyance as she yearned for nothing but a decent picture of her daughter smiling. Proof to her friends and family that she hadnât completely failed as a mother.
âI donât wanna be on Facebook.â You grumble, wishing that sheâd just let you go already, her upbeat and overbearing attitude putting a damper on your already sour mood. The feeling of dread quickly settles in your chest, the reality of having to start over so late sinking in.
Youâve never had friends that left an impact on you but at the same time, it was an unfamiliar environment, an all-girls school filled with vicious teenagers in cliques. Your head throbbed at the mere thought of having to interact with these monsters.
âGo to school.â She clicks her tongue, ignoring your little comment as she waves you off, turning her back and swiftly making her way back into the house. This was normal of her, brushing you off and only interacting with you when it was needed.
âFuck off.â Stuffing in your hands inside the pockets of your sweater. Even if she couldnât hear you, even if hadnât had the confidence to say it out loud, muttering to yourself like a spineless pussy. You couldnât get yourself to care anymore.
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Marvelling at the sight of the school's structure, you stop yourself from gaping. The Tudor Gothic building is built from cut stone with many windows on display. The large structure of the bell tower catches your attention. You wonder if youâd be able to find a way up there.
Sighing, you make your way inside, the smell of mould immediately hitting your nostrils. The interior of the building is just as old, the lights dark and floors caked with years of grime. Several cobwebs and pipes are running along with the ceiling, showcasing just how poorly it was maintained.
As you make your way inside to look for the office, a voice suddenly stops you.
âYo. Lookinâ for the office?â The stranger says. Youâre caught off guard, not expecting such a pretty girl to help you out on your first day. The uniform fits her so well. The knee-high socks running up her legs nicely, her skirt wrapped around her waist with her cardigan tied around her waist, her white-collar buttoned and proper.
âUh...yeah.â
âCâmon. Iâll take you.â She beckons you with a finger, back already turned and on her way to the office. Your eyes continue to wander, several framed pictures of alumnus adorned on the walls, along with several pictures of nuns. It seemed that your mother had forgotten to tell you that your school used to be a boarding school, some nuns still living in the convent on the other side of the school, the students only remaining in a small portion of the building.
âSorry, whatâs your name?â You utter, catching the attention of the girl, her glasses glinting under the fluorescent lights as she smirks at you. It was as if a swarm of butterflies had just made a home of your lower belly, the ticklish tingles worsening the longer you held her gaze.
âIâm Maki. Zenin Maki. Iâm a senior too.â
âHowâd you know I was a senior?â Your eyebrows quirk.
âBecause you look fucking exhausted. You look like youâd get on your knees and thank god if a bus were to just drive into the school and hit you dead on.â
The laugh that escapes your lips is anything but ladylike, but then again, you were never ladylike. Fuck etiquette, you tell yourself. Just because you had moved to an all-girls school didnât mean that youâd change your personality to fit their standards.
Maki laughs with you, a pretty sound. You introduce yourself, telling her your name. Somehow, talking to Maki didnât feel difficult at all, but you forgot to realize that there were people just as tired as you, just waiting to finish high school and do what their heart desired.
âThis is the office. What lunch do you have? A or B?â She turns to you, ponytail almost whipping you in the face had it not been for the size difference between you both, her tall figure almost towering over you with her chin just above your head.
Pulling out your schedule, you inform her that you had B lunch, which makes her smile widely. She pats you gently on the back before informing you that sheâd be waiting for you in the cafeteria during lunch.
Youâd definitely remember her.
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âAlright, we have a new student. L/n Y/n has transferred very late into the year but we are very happy to take her. Everyone please treat her kindly and welcome her into our school.â Your homeroom teacher claps his hands.
The urge to roll your eyes at him is almost impossible to ignore. It irked you, the way he smiled and spoke. His voice oozed with fake excitement, obviously putting up a front for his students, but within the first few minutes of knowing him, you knew that he was only pretending.
âDear, could you please take a seat?â He asks with a gentle smile, placing his large hand on the smell of your back to usher you to your seat, the seat being right in front of his desk.
âCan I move seats?â You drawl, refusing to sit in front of this man. Not when your gut was telling you to run as far away as you could. You couldnât help the way you reacted. His existence made you uncomfortable. The feeling of his touch alone made you want to curl into yourself and go home.
âTell me, dear. Do you see any other seats?â He asks, his face almost pressed against your cheek as he forces you to examine the room with him. He was right, there were no seats left. He thumbs at your waist, tracing small circles as he continues.
âUnless youâd like to take a seat beside me instead hm?â He proposes, the heat of his breath fanning your cheeks. The proximity has heat creeping up your neck. Surely it wasnât acceptable for an educator to touch his student so freely, but you couldnât help but wonder why your classmates hadnât spoken up at all, not even looking at you as they lived in their worlds.
âTake a seat, sweetheart. I promise you that this is the better option of the two.â
His fake smile is back causing your hands to ball into fists. Glaring at him, you ungracefully plop into your seat, placing your back right beside your leg as he turns and makes his way back to the blackboard. His hands are folded neatly while he waits for the class to settle.
Miraculously, when they notice him standing, a silence overcomes the class, various students fixing their positions with their heads facing the board. The contrast was baffling, it was as if their personalities had turned a complete 180.
âThank you everyone for behaving so well. My good little students. My name is Getou Suguru and Iâll be your religion teacher for the remainder of the year. Nice to meet you, Y/n. I hope we can get along.â
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âAlright, everyone. Since weâve finished taking up our work, Iâll put on a movie for you all. I have some other things I need to tend to. Kana, will you please set it up? Iâll be back before class ends.â Getou hums, the sound of his hands clapping resounding throughout the room.
Youâd never been one to complete your work, finding the whole thing complete bullshit but Maki had advised you to never show up to his class with unfinished work. She hadnât told you why, but you knew better than to ignore her advice.
So far, the only friends you made were Zenin Maki and Kugusaki Nobara, Kugisaki being a year below you both. They both had big personalities but stayed respectful towards each other, to you now as well seeing as they both took you in.
The volume of the class exceedingly rises, leaving you unable to hear the sound of the movie. Your head is pounding and your eyes are blurry, frustration creeping over your shoulders. A few signs that showed that you were being overstimulated.
The sound of you pushing your chair back catches the attention of a couple of students, mostly the ones who sat near you. Taking your bag, you reach for your wallet, stuffing it under your shirt. A few girls eye you but leave you be, opting to mind their business. They knew what you were about to do.
âHey.â A voice suddenly calls you out. It was Kana herself. Her expression is stern and her lips are pulled into a tight line. âJust be back before he gets here, alright? Give me your number. Iâll text you. Iâm sure you know how to make yourself seem like youâre sober.â Placing your phone in her outstretched hand, she adds her contact information, texting herself.
âThanks, Kana.â
âDonât worry about it, cutie. Iâll join you next time yeah?â She winks at you.
Your eyes widen at her blatant flirting. Nodding your head, you swiftly make your way outside the classroom, making sure to be alert for any heels clicking. As well as the occasional beeps of the walkie-talkie and the jingling of keys.
Luckily, you easily made it out, fast-walking towards the convent and sitting on the staircase. It wasnât a smart idea seeing as a nun could easily make their way outside and catch you, but you couldnât get yourself to care.
Shakily, you pull the neatly wrapped spliff out of your wallet as well as your mini-lighter. It was a gift from the pink-haired boy. A chuckle escapes your lips, suddenly remembering the way he expressed how much he disliked the way youâd come back to eat lunch with him smelling like weed. So, he gifted you a lighter, telling you to think of him whenever you had the urge to smoke.
His actions ended up being counterproductive, not realizing how much comfort his presence gave you. He was kept in the small space of your heart, his closed-eyed smile your most memorable reminiscence of him.
Shaking your thoughts out of your head, you finally light your blunt. Your lips curl up a little when you successfully light it, avoiding the canoeing of the only blunt you had brought to school today. Placing it between your lips, you shakily inhale, lungs being filled with some as you shut your eyes and press your lips together, allowing the smoke to linger until you finally exhale.
âThatâs not what we agreed on, Sister Rose. Iâve kept my end of the deal, loyally and eagerly servicing your needs but here you are, unable to do your part. Shall I do something about it?â A familiar voice sharply whispers, your body going rigid at the thought of being caught.
Maki had warned you of the possibility of being suspended if you were caught with drugs, but every time youâd gone back to class smelling a little more like weed and a little less like perfume, they had ignored it. But this was different. This was your insufferable religion teacher.
âIâm sorry SIster I canât hear you. How will you make it up to me?â Getou tuts.
âIâll...I will suck your cock.â A small voice suddenly speaks, trembling lightly. Judging by her voice, she seems meek and small, too young to be a nun. But who were you to judge?
âOh? You will? Unzip my pants then. Donât keep me waiting or else Iâll tell sister Grace what youâve been up to, yeah?â He hums, a resounding slap causing you to flinch. You still donât understand why you havenât gotten up to run back to class-- or even put out your blunt.
Kissing your teeth, you tightly press the blunt against the pavement, rolling your eyes at the thought of your teacher ruining things had no involvement with. It was at that moment that you suddenly got a bright idea. Pulling your phone from your skirt, you quietly stand and press yourself against the wall, knowing full well what was happening just around the corner.
If you could record this incident youâd be able to get anything you wanted from Getou, even a better grade, maybe blackmail him into giving you an astonishing reference letter to get your mother off your case. Sure it was religion, but your motherâs expectations of you are seriously low. Your sinister smile seems to grow with each idea that passes through your mind, keeping a mental tab on all of them.
Pressing record, you close your eyes, focusing on the sound of a zipper being pulled down along with the sound of a belt clinking. âHurry up. I donât have much patience today.â Getou gruffly speaks, the sheer sound of his voice causing your thighs to clench tightly.
âYes sir.â
Your ears are suddenly violated by the lewd sounds of someone gagging on a cock. Sister Rose eagerly engulfs his cock which has you wanting to take a peak. You wanna see it. You want to see her on her knees, taking your teacherâs cock so deep down her throat that she has tears streaming down her cheeks.
You want to be her.
Surprising yourself with your thoughts, you tell your inner voice to leave you alone, that you were doing this for your benefit, for your gain. You were in no way attracted to Getou. And even if you were-- there was no way youâd accept it.
You inhale slowly before gathering your courage and taking a peek around the corner, hand shakily grasping the phone as you continue to record the audio. You knew that if you tried to catch them on camera you would end up getting caught and possibly expelled.
âThatâs it. My good little girl. You take my cock so well down your throat. Ah, Iâm in love!â He praises her so sweetly, a contrast to his threats of exposing her to her fellow sister. The sickly sweet sound of his voice never fails to make you wanna gag.
You can see the tears streaming down her face as she visibly tries to appease him, doing her very best to get him to praise her more. It was almost pathetic really, the way she fell for his lies. To the point where she broke her vows so easily.
But you had no place to talk, being unable to commit to anyone or even anything. But it was pathetic because this was Getou. A foul, manipulative man who seemed like all of his actions are for his gain.
You can hear her garble around his cock, her pretty, dainty fingers coming up to cup his balls that hung, yet he gave no reaction. From his facial expressions, it didnât seem as if he liked it at all despite his praise.
âSqueeze my balls tighter,â Getou commands sternly.
You suppress a whine at the sound of his voice, thighs instinctively clenching. You are a hypocrite. Judging others for complying with this man's commands when here you are, pathetically soaking your cotton panties just because of his voice.
âMfhm!â
Deciding that you had enough, you end the recording, quickly stuffing your phone back into the waistband of your skirt. Taking a step forward, you step on a branch. Of course, you would. It was as if the universe hated you and wanted you to know.
Pulling herself off his cock, Sister Rose snaps her head in your direction, while you hold your breath and stand still. Making eye contact with Getou, she gestures to where she heard the sound, inhaling deeply and realizing that someone nearby had been smoking marijuana.
âShh. Iâll go check it out, hm?â Getou hums before tucking his cock back into briefs and zipping his pants. The putrid smell of weed fills his nostrils. As you hear his first step, you decide to sprint back into the school, uncaring of the fact that your clothes heavily smelt like weed.
Channelling your inner track star, your sprint towards the school, not even noticing the eyes following your very slow figure. It was amusing, seeing you run away from him, thinking that you had escaped but you were so obvious. Unbeknownst to you, your skirt was visible behind the wall, but he chose to let you watch.
You were so obvious, it was almost hilarious. But this was an opportunity. A chance to show just exactly who you were messing with. He will put you in your place. It was a promise.
He allowed you to think that you had won, but really. Who would they believe? A good for nothing pothead or an esteemed teacher who had already won the majority of the facultyâs hearts and favour?
___
âYouâre back early. And you stink.â Kana comments. Her eyes widen at your dishevelled state, quickly digging into her bag and fishing out a small bottle of perfume. âFuck. You smell. Câmere.â She tsks, grabbing you by the shoulders as she sprays her wrists with perfume, rubbing it directly on your neck.
âAh-- not so rough,â You groan, shutting your eyes at the feeling of her rubbing at your skin so roughly. She ignores your little comment and sprays you down until you could smell nothing but perfume.
âYou need gum too, hold on.â
âKana chill--â Youâre interrupted by her shoving a whole stick of gum in your mouth.
âWhy do you look like that though? You look like you saw a ghost? Did you run from a teacher or something?â Kana tilts her head, eyes boring into yours. You couldnât tell her. It would possibly get her in trouble and you werenât even sure if she was trustworthy enough.
âUh-- yeah. I heard a bunch of nuns and I got scared so I ran after just one hit.â Coughing as you avoid her piercing gaze. It was obvious you were lying but she wasnât about to pry, especially not when the door of your classroom swings open, revealing both your teacher and Sister Rose, a dark blush dusting her cheeks as he awkwardly stands by him.
âIâm glad to see that all of you have been behaving very well while I was gone.â He sends a pointed look in your direction, your body going rigid under his gaze. You couldn't hold eye contact with him, especially not after what you had witnessed.
âAre you alright, Y/n?â He asks, placing his large palm on your shoulder and squeezing. Luckily, Kana took over for you, noticing your frozen state. âSheâs fine! She didnât get enough sleep last night so sheâs a little out of it!â She smiles and slaps your back a little too hard, almost making you choke on the gum in your mouth.
âWell, take care of yourself, dear. You never know what might happen.â You nod quickly, making your way back to your seat and arranging your materials that were currently sprawled on the top of your desk.
The beat of your heart quickens as more students make their way out of the classroom, resulting in you clumsily shoving your notebooks into your bag, positively crinkling all your notes and papers which has you internally groaning.
âY/n. Come see me at lunch, yeah? I have a few things I want to talk to you about.â
For a moment you swear that your heart stopped beating. Stiffly turning around to face him you nod, smiling at both him and Sister Rose, knowing full well what was about to happen after you shut his door.
___
âYouâre a naughty thing, eagerly sucking my cock after itâs been inside your pussy.â Getou hums, smiling down at Sister Rose who currently had her lips around him, eyes wet with tears and cheeks red.
âDo you like the way it feels in your throat? You like it so much that youâre willing to live a lie?â Twisting her nipple roughly causes her to choke. He enjoyed Sister Rose very much, always finding her timid personality amusing, but he wished for a new toy.
A new challenge.
You would give him just that. He can almost hear you cursing at him, threatening to expose his ludicrous actions but that did nothing but cause his cock to stiffen, even more, groaning at the feeling of Roseâs tight throat.
She pulls herself off of him and gives the head one last kiss, moaning at the taste of her spit and his precum. âGet on the desk, slut. Show me just how much you love me.â Getou slaps the cheek of her face, ushering her on top of the wooden desk as he strokes his cock lazily, squeezing the base as he presses the head of his cock against her slit, sharply inhaling as he slowly impaled her.
At that moment, the door suddenly opened, revealing your shocked figure standing there. Luckily, there were no teachers or students to witness the situation. âGet inside of here. Now.â He growls, sending chills up your spine.
Surprisingly, you obey him, shutting the door behind you as you press your back against the wall, watching as Sister Rose pathetically squirmed under him, her hands desperately clutching the edge of the desk as he continues to sink his cock into her, uncaring of the discomfort she felt.
âIâll be done in five minutes.â He rasps, using his thumbs to spread her cheeks, revealing his flushed cock pumping into her leaking hole. It was an adorable sight, the way she trembles underneath him. An unfamiliar feeling bubbles in the pit of your stomach. Your clit twitching when Getou bottoms out and slams himself back inside her, shaking the desk in the process.
âPlease give it to me. Please fuck me!â She pleads so pathetically, but somehow, she wasnât the most pathetic person in the room. It was you. You are pathetic for soaking your panties at the sight of your teacher fucking his cock into her, mercilessly giving in to her wishes.
âYouâre so fucking dirty. Being so lewd in front of a student? DIsgusting.â He spits, wrapping his hand around her throat as he roughly squeezes the pale skin of her neck, causing her to let out a choked gasp.
Her nipples are visible through the thin material of her clothes, her skirt hiked up and dishevelled as she was ravaged. Practically eaten alive. But his eyes are on you once more as he continues to degrade her, goad her into cumming on his cock.
âC-Cumming!â She wails, back arching as Getou thrusts into her one last time before pulling out. He quickly flips her and pushes her onto her back, getting on the desk and straddling her stomach as he strokes his cock quickly. He closes his eyes and throws his head back as spurts of cum paint her face which she eagerly swallows down, even using her fingers to scoop the excess into her greedy mouth.
âAh fuck. Thatâs it.â He moans as she raises her head to engulf his cock inside her mouth once more. He wastes no time to sink his cock down her throat, balls snugly pressed against her chin as he fucks her throat, loving the way his cock twitched in oversensitivity.
âGood girl. There. Take my cock into your throat. Use your tongue--Fuckk,â He pushes his bangs out of his face before adjusting his position, his large hands coming up to cup her cheeks as he bottoms out once more before roughly thrusting himself down her throat, setting a merciless pace.
âFuckinâ take it slut. This is what you wanted. What you fucking begged for so you better be thankful.â He growls, nearing his high once more. Getou swears under his breath one last time before cumming down the poor woman's throat, the sheer thickness of his load causing her to cough and push him off.
âNow, Letâs go have that talk, shall we?â
___
Youâre both walking in silence, making your way to what seems like the chapel, not that youâve ever been there. Youâve made a habit of skipping morning mass, showing up for attendance and leaving your bag in your locker to allow you to run to the nearest mall until mass ends.
Your marvel at the sight of the chapel, sunlight coming in wondrous colours through the stained glass windows. It was a large piece with mostly cool colours with Jesus right in the middle. Suddenly, you remember why youâre there. Turning, you face Getou.
âWhatever you wanna talk about, itâs no use. You wonât be able to use me the way you used Sister Rose. I have proof!â Harshly whispering as to not catch the attention of anyone passing by. âSo tell me, Suguru. Where is your god now?â
To your surprise, he laughs.
He laughs at your expression, brows knitted in anger and fists curled at your sides. It was hilarious, the way you thought you had won. The cherry on top was the fact that you had thought that his beliefs were genuine, but that only showed just how naive you are.
His hand is suddenly on your throat and your back is pressed against the wall, your hands grasp at his wrist but to no avail, he tightens his grip, fingernails digging into the skin of your neck.
âLittle one, I am my own god. And soon, Iâll be yours too.â
He smiles once more before pressing his lips against yours. Using his other hand to grasp your chin and pry your bottom lip down to allow him access. Suguru slips his tongue between your lips. You have half a mind to bite it but he squeezes your throat as a warning, daring you.
You have no choice but to accept your fate, to accept your god.
Pulling away from your lips, a thin string of spit connects you. A small whine escapes you, already missing the feeling of him pressed against you. It was as if you were a whole different person. At first, you felt nothing but disgust and distaste for this man but here you are, chasing after his lips.
âEven if you do have proof, who do you think theyâre going to believe. A good-for-nothing pothead? Or me? An esteemed and trusted teacher.â He pecks your earlobe before continuing, his voice dropping into a whisper.
âIt would be best if you listen to me. I promise itâll make your life much easier.â Suguru whispers, his hot breath tickling your neck. He lowers his head and laps at your exposed skin, finally pulling his hand off of your neck, opting to unbutton your blouse.
âPlease...donâtâŠâ
âAh? Begging now, are you?â He unapologetically tears at your blouse, a number of buttons clattering on the floor as he licks his lips at the sight of your breasts, unmarked and covered by your modest bra.
âI thought youâd wear something...lacier,â He comments before fully diving between your mounds, licking at the top of your chest while his fingers make their way down your sides, working on the buttons of your skirt until it falls to the floor, leaving you bare for his eyes to feast on.
âS-Shut up.â You manage to wheeze.
âStill fighting back are you? I see. Thatâs fine. I like challenges anyway.â Getou shrugs his shoulder before youâre lifted off the ground and slung over his shoulder. He makes his way towards the altar and you already know what he has in mind. He not so gently places you on the altar, legs spread.
He gasps at the lewd sight of you all splayed out for him to enjoy. Your panties are soaking and he can almost see the shape of your folds. Unable to wait any longer, he pulls them to the side and licks a fat stripe of your cunt, causing you to shoot up and grab his hair for support.
Suguru groans at the taste of your virgin pussy on his tongue. Youâre such a delicious little thing and you didnât even know it. Itâs a shame that he wasn't able to get to you sooner but you were here now, bending at his will.
Your hands are tangled in his long, black hair. At some point you managed to take his ponytail off altogether, his hair splaying across your thighs and his face which you gladly pull back, allowing him to enjoy his meal.
His tongue on your clit feels almost euphoric, the drag of his hot tongue against your clit causes shivers to run up your spine, pushing you closer and closer to your high. Suddenly, heâs sliding two fingers into your cunt, stretching your walls to prepare you for something much larger.
âF-Fuck! Wait!â You lurch forward.
As youâre about to reach your high, he suddenly pulls his mouth off of you, using this thumb to scoop the excess and pops it into his mouth, making a show out of his lewd actions. âOpen.â He slaps your cheek and squeezes your mouth open before allowing a mixture of his spit and your juices dribble into your mouth.
You flinch at the salty, tangy taste of yourself. You want to complain but youâre interrupted by the sound of his belt hitting the floor followed by the sound of his zipper. To your surprise, his cock is flushed and dribbling precum, even after all the loads he gave to Sister Rose.
âYouâre so beautiful. My sweet girl.â He coos as he strokes his cock, his other hand rubbing at the skin of your thigh as he waits for you to gather yourself. âIs that what you told Sister Rose as well?â You snap unexpectedly.
Shame floods your figure. You hadnât meant to say it out loud, especially not when this would do nothing but inflate his ego. He smiles knowingly, cupping your cheek so gently that it didnât feel like him.
âJealousy doesnât suit you, sweetheart.â He smirks before silencing your protests with his lips against yours, his cock now pressed against your pussy. When did he slip your underwear off your legs?
Suguru continues to slide his cock against your slick lips, knowing how it was affecting you. He can feel the way your clit twitched when his cockhead gets caught on your entrance, feeling the way your pussy squeezes when he fails to impale you.
âYou know what you want. So use your voice and tell me, Y/n.â He murmurs against your lips, hips speeding up as he continues to nip on your bottom lip. âHurry before I blow my load all over you.â
âPlease...Give me your cock...I want you to fuck my pussy until Iâm crying. âWant it to fill me up and make me yoursâŠâ You turn away from him, embarrassed that you had given up so easily. Youâre so weak.
A familiar face suddenly flashes through your mind. You imagine Itadori taking your innocence instead. The way he would peck your lips and reassure you makes your heart flutter, but reality pulls you out of your delusions when Suguru finally sinks his cock inside of you, your tightness rivalling Sister Roseâs.
âI fucking love your pussy.â He places a kiss on your thigh before hooking your legs over his shoulders, successfully pressing your thighs to your chest as he bottoms out, not waiting for you to adjust.
âIâll give you everything.â
He slams himself inside of you, the slap echoing throughout the chapel. Your cries are silenced by his lips against yours once more, swallowing your small and desperate moans and whimpers down as he continues to defile you right in front of the lord.
You are not religious by any means but it feels wrong, violating the church and the place of worship of many people. But the feeling of Suguruâs cock pressed against your cervix had your mind blanking.
âPay attention.â He sneers against your lips before pulling away and admiring his work. From your bruised lips to your creased brows. God, you really are a work of art. This has Suguru quickening his pace, mind suddenly wondering how your facial expression would look after he came inside you.
He takes both your wrists and pins them to your stomach, denying you of the pleasure of pushing him away or pulling him even closer. You are completely under his control, and you like it.
âHow does it feel? Having your favourite teacher's cock violate your precious parts. âHow does it feel to have a god bless you with his cock, to even allow someone as lowly as you an ounce of his attention and time. It must feel good.â
âF-Feels good,â You garble, unable to process his words or your surroundings as you lose yourself in the pleasure, as you lose yourself in him.
âAw. Youâre so fucked out. I bet youâd let me cum inside you. Let me fill you up like my own personal cum dump,â He continues to speak, slapping one of your mounds to gain your attention but youâre too far gone, pleasure overwhelming you.
Suguru takes the opportunity to rub ar your clit, pushing you even closer to orgasm. His ministrations as your thighs trembling and your back arching but he was too strong, having your arms pinned and legs wrapped around his shoulders.
Finally, your body goes rigid, freezing at the feeling of the warm pit in your stomach finally snapping and spreading from your tummy to your fingertips. You clench your jaw to prevent any sounds from escaping your lips but this displeases him.
âMoan for me. Tell everyone just how good I make you feel.â
Youâre flipped to your front, arms now pinned against your back as he continues to ravage you, balls hitting your sensitive clit which has you yelping pathetically. Suguru couldnât find it in himself to care for the possible consequences of his actions, not when you were blessing him with your pretty sounds.
âWanâ cum.â You mumble, the urge to be creamed by his cock is overwhelming. Your mind is hazy and your eyes are blurry, but the only thought on your mind is receiving this mans cum, to be blessed by the thick load heâd surely give you.
âS-Such a good fucking girl-- Shit. âM gonna cum. Iâm gonna cream you so fucking much that youâll have my cum dripping down your legs. Youâll feel me for days, sweetheart, and I guarantee you that youâll be back for more.â
He fucks into you for a few more seconds before finally blowing his load, the hot, thick spurts of his cum catching you off guard. It was expected but the consistency took you by surprise.
âFuck, there you go.â He huffs, his palms placed flat on the fat of your ass, trying to catch his breath as he stares at where youâre both connected, hoping to keep you plugged up until he is satisfied.
Suguru presses a kiss against your shoulder as he lays himself on top of you, making sure to not put his whole weight on your figure. His hands are running up and down your sides and it does nothing but stir the pit of your belly. He groans at the feeling of your cunt twitching around him before he finally speaks.
âSo tell me, little one. Who is your god now?â
âŻsynopsis: you were a naive little thing, thinking that heâd save you when he was the one you shouldâve been running away from
âŻwordcount: 3k
âŻwarning: DARK CONTENT! chikan, noncon, dubcon, gun play, public sex, cunnilingus, oral (male receiving), spit, spit play, forced impregnation, forced pregnancy, breeding, train sex, voyeurism, dom/sub themes, the use of sir, pet names, dumbification, dacryphilia, age gap, degradation, squirting, cream pie, unprotected sex, nipple play and i think thatâs it
âŻnote: iâŠthis is for my thirsty toji stans. (i didnât put a taglist because this much darker than usual and iâd rather not trigger anyone.)
drabble
âExcuse me, sirâŠplease leave me alone.â you plead, doe eyes nearly tearing up at the sight of the man, his phone visibly clutched in his hand as he silently stares at your figure. His eyes continue to rake up and down your body, a chill running through your spine as you frantically scan the empty train cart.Â
Your heart was racing, palms sweating profusely as you feel knees weakening, your mind racing a mile a minute, unsure of what action to take. Were you to call for help? How would you fight back? What if he did something worse?
inspired by this post + this song ///// armin x reader x jean
cw: professor-student relationship, relationship typical age gap, praise, degradation, rough sex, semi-public sex,
an: a new writing style for this quick lil drabble i wrote while high! dedicated to the beautiful soul @fiaficsxo for her constant support my heart is warm T_T
professor arlert was a tough grader, you knew that.
what you didn't know was that professor arlert had been eyeing you and your pretty little self. you, sitting in the first row of the lecture hall, wearing skirts that made his long fingers itch to push up and aside. you, lips glossed and shiny and pouty, curving and contorting around the tip of your pencil. you, pure, perfect, petrified of your first college lecture with the notorious armin arlert, phd.
and what armin didn't know was that your advisor and his longtime friend, professor jean kirstein, had been holding back on his attraction, had been doing his hardest to be pious and prim.
"it's just that - i'm scared of him, you know?" you confide to professor kirstein, eyelids drooping and hidden beneath the shadow of your lashes. a breath catches in jean's throat, trapped beneath his flesh - as are his desires, pent up in his pants. you are so beautiful, he thinks, thinks many times before speaking.
"we go way back," jean says. "i'll introduce the two of you, to be on better terms." jean watches you brighten, watches you sigh in relief as you look at him with doting eyes. you're so grateful to have such a handsome and caring advisor, and your eyes overflow with that admiration. jean takes a note of it, of course, and when his hands graze across your bare knees as he fetches a post-it note to scribble down his phone number, he takes note of your clenching thighs.
hours later, as jean pours him and armin another look, the second he speaks your name, he knows: armin wants you, too.
"i shouldn't," armin says, throwing his head back, eyes closed. his adam's apple bobs in his throat as he thinks deeply of you, your soft gazes and shiny legs. your gait, the swing of your hips, the curve at your side - he thinks of you in your entirety. "but i do."
"i do, too," jean says, gulping down the rest of his burning drink. but nothing burns as much as the desire for you. "and what if she wants us back?"
armin pauses in shock. then: a smirk. and finally, a chuckle, a deep one growing from the center of his chest, deep and groaning.
"we can reward our good girl," armin says, loosening his tie.
"our good girl," jean says the next night, as you lean back on armin's bed, body melting into his silk sheets as you arch your hips into jean's thick fingers.
you moan around armin's dick, his fat cock filling your mouth as he thrusts into your wet warmth. he hisses at the vibrations created by your voice.
"fuck," armin says, voice's deepness ringing in your ears. "fuck, you've got quite a mouth on you."
"shame we don't hear it as often," jean says, slowly circling a finger over your clit as you mewl. "maybe we'll have to lower a certain someone's grade?"
"no-mmph!" you say, honestly unsure of what they're saying, mind more heavy with lust and want. your clit is pulsating. "f-fuck me instead."
armin groan-laughs as you lick around his tip, sliding your tongue all over the head. "go on, jean. give the pretty little whore what she wants. give this good girl her reward."
"yes, yes, p l e a s e," you beg, drawing out the letters, tongue twisting to trace them over armin's tip. armin cries out your name, whispers to you gently of how good you're being, how good you're taking him.
"we'll take care of you, sweets," jean says, patting your pussy. "gonna fill your cunt with cum, okay?" you're only able to let one yes slide before jean himself has slid into you, your slick creating the perfect environment for his action.
you groan, scream, moan - all around armin. armin yells for jean to go faster, acting as your own voice, surprising you with how it feels as if he's taken the words straight from your mouth.
"faster?" jean asks, his hazel eyes looking straight into yours, shining and dark, pupils dilated.
"please, professor, harder," you cry, taking a deep breath and break from sucking on armin.
jean stops his slow motions. "professor?"
you gasp at your mistake. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry - professors," you say, pluralizing. "professors, i'm-"
jean rocks into your hips, his pelvis hitting your clit and sending a thrum of pleasure through your body, a melodious sensation singing in your mind.
you're warm all over, body a hearth from the heat coursing through you, flames of feeling that you are getting overwhelmed by.
this - jean thrusts out and in quick as a bullet - was - armin's hands bury in your hair, pulling on your scalp - the - jean's fingers find your clit, pressing rhythmically - best - armin's voice surrounds your, sweet nothings of your aptitude at sucking his cock - decision - "yes, that's my girl, taking my cock so prettily, you know how tight, how fuckin' perfect you are?" - you - armin stroking your hair as jean takes over narrating praise for you - made - jean's thrusts are faster and faster, armin's cock is going deeper and deeper -
and there it is: the peak, the pinnacle, the top of whatever feeling the three of you were searching for, together. sparks travel all over your skin, and you shake and shiver under the overwhelming intensity of your orgasm, body and hips convulsing.
jean and armin both cry your name, both positioning their hips into your openings, filling you with their cum and cooing softly, as your mouth and your cunt are filled with wet spurts of semen. you swallow, some of it spilling out the side of your lips. armin, when he catches his breath, wipes it off with his thumb swishing against your bottom lip, pressing into the soft flesh of your lips.
"you did well, beautiful," armin says, before leaning to kiss you deeply, his tongue tasting himself, tasting your spit.
"mmhh," jean hums, nodding. he lays beside you, cupping your breast, thumb rubbing circles over your nipples. jean pats your pussy again, pushing a finger into your slick, generating a wet sound. "good girl's all filled up, huh?"
armin chuckles, sticks his fingers in, too. "are you still scared?"
you blink, lashes fluttering rapidly, honesty overcoming you. "no, not at all. i don't think i ever truly was - just excited."
"excited for?" armin asks, hovering over you. jean brings a hand to his slowly rising cock as he watches armin's hands wrap around your throat. they both are waiting for your next words.
"more. of you two. please, professors."
reblogs are appreciated. tell me what you liked and didn't like so i can be a better writer for you.
âŻsynopsis: in which y/nâs neighbours ask her to take care of their son itadori yuuji, only for her to end up taking care of both of their children. (alt) in which sukuna corrupts his little brothers babysitter.
âŻnote: so...this is take two because i accidentally posted this like a dummy but i hope you enjoy it!! shoutout to my baby nova for beta reading this monster! @crybabygumi WOOO birthday fic!!
You werenât sure if you wanted to suffocate yourself or the person beside you. Internally groaning as you feel his grip on your waist tighten, his forearm flexing in the sunlight seeping into his room. You lightly gripped his arm, biting your lip anxiously as he groans unintelligibly, wrapping his arm even tighter around your waist, burrowing his chin further into your neck, the sensation almost making you giggle. You furrow your brows, trying once more to pry this gorilla of a man off of you so you could go home and wash up.
âWhereâre you goinâ?â He mumbles into the expanse of your neck, his morning voice running chills up your spine, an unmistakable throb going straight between your thighs. It was only six, meaning that you had an hour to run across the street, shower, change, and come back before their parents left for work. You suppress the mewl that almost escapes your lips, already feeling as if you were a bitch in heat just from the sound of Sukunaâs voice.
âI-I need to go home and changeâŠâ You mumbled, slightly intimidated by his piercing gaze, his eyes barely open, squinting as the sunlight filtered into his dark room.
âWhy donât you just stay here and wear my clothes? Itâs not like my mom doesnât want you as my girlfriend already,â He smirks, placing his chin onto the palm of his hand as the arm he had around you trail up to your breasts, giving it an experimental squeeze, earning a startled yelp from your lips.
âI-I gotta go walk my hamster, sorry,â You mumble, jumping out of his arms, picking up your discarded pants, inevitably flashing him your pink, frilly panties. A whistle resounding in the room as your-- well, technically his shirt rode up, exposing the expanse of your ass, along with your cunt, covered by the thin piece of fabric, your folds barely visible but more than enough for Sukuna to salivate over.
âYou sure you donât want me to drizzle some syrup with those pancakes?â He cackles loudly as you hightail it out of there, your cheeks heating up at his shameless flirting.
You really need to stop doing other's favours.
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âDarling, please! They need you to watch Yuuji! Please do your poor mother a favour!â Your mother pleads, grasping at the sleeves of your sweater causing you to huff, your cheeks puffing out. She smirks slightly before quickly pouting, she knew that she had you. You wouldnât be able to resist her.
âHow much are they paying? Also, how are you calling this person your best friend when Iâve never met them before?â
âYou donât know all my friends! I have plenty!â She pouts, crossing her arms over her chest before continuing. âThey said theyâll pay you 15 an hour, but youâll have to cook for him.â
You purse your lips. Honestly, it wasnât bad.
âFine.â
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You were nervous, constantly fidgeting as you made your way down the stairs, opening the door to see their house directly across yours. Youâd never noticed your neighbours, you never paid much attention to your surroundings, always minding your own business, only going to school, the store, and home.
You cross the street and sigh, most are cars still parked in their respective driveways. Ringing the doorbell before standing back. Not a minute later, you hear the small pitter-patter of feet and giggling running towards the door, the door slamming open to reveal a small strawberry-haired toddler grinning up at you, making grabby hands while yelling âUp! Up! Up!â. Happily to obliging his wishes.
Picking him up and holding him at your hip, his chunky little hands reaching out to lay a palm flat against your cheek, his brows furrowed in concentration as you respectfully toed off your shoes and made your way towards him mom.
âI see that heâs already taken a liking to you. Yuuji? Could you please let go of our guest?â She hums in amusement, eyes crinkling at the sight of Yuuji so enamoured with you already. You couldnât help but laugh, cheeks warming at the sight of the young boy.
âI canât! I have to make sure sheâs real!â he pouts before continuing. âShe looks too pretty to be real, mommy!â He exclaims, his eyes as wide as saucers as he slaps both hands against your cheeks and squishes them together.
âYuuji! We donât do that to our guests! Please get off of her.â His mother scolds sternly, in return, Yuuji wiggles himself out of your hold, running deeper into the house, speaking incoherently about something he wanted to show you.
âIâm so sorry about him! Iâm Yuujiâs mom Kaori! Nice to meet you!â She smiles, taking your hand into hers and shaking it. âI left all emergency numbers on the fridge and Yuuji can show you where everything is. You may see his older brothers but theyâre mostly harmless, but do let me know if they bother you, okay dear?â
âOf course! Iâll take good care of him.â You nod and walk her to the door.
âBye Yuuji! I love you!â She calls out to him, her hands cupped around her mouth as he expectantly waits for him to come barreling down the stairs and into her arms, teary-eyed and all.
âYouâre gonna be late for work mommy! Get going!â He yells from upstairs, not even coming down the stairs to bid her a proper goodbye which causes his mom to sigh, her shoulders slumping over as she bid you farewell and hopping into her car and driving away.
Shutting the door, you turn around and make your way up the stairs, your anxiety levels rising as Yuuji had yet to return. The second floor of the house is spacious, the number of similar-looking doors was enough to confuse you.
âYuuji? Where are you, buddy?â You called out softly.
You hear a muffled âIâm here!â behind the last door down the hallway. Feeling your chest ease up, you make your way towards him, passing by a door that was slightly left ajar. You couldnât help but let your eyes wander. The curtains were drawn, leaving the contents of the room indistinguishable.
Forcing yourself to move on, you close the door, running inside Yuujiâs room. His walls were littered with stars, the same kind you had at his age. His shelves were filled with books, mostly consisting of picture books. He was sitting on his bed, several toys surrounding him.
You smile lightly before taking a seat on the edge of his bed, your hands neatly folded in your lap as you watched him. His brows furrowed in concentration as he fiddled with his toys.
âWhat are you doing there, bud?â You softly ask him.
âNothing. Iâm not mad that youâre here, but why are you here?â His head tilts to the side.
You were startled by his question. Stammering quite a bit before you answer. âIâm here to take care of you of course! Your mommy has to go to work and thereâs no one here to care for you, so Iâm here!â
âYeah, but my big broâs here. Why doesnât he take care of me?â His shoulder slump, you can already see the tears gathering in his eyes, burrowing himself in his knees as he avoids your pitying gaze.
You scoop him into your arms, your motherly instincts kicking in at the sight of his tears. You coo at him and press kisses against the crown of his head, rubbing his back. Youâre unsure of what to say, seeing as youâve never met his brother and have no idea what heâs like.
âI canât answer your questions, but, I can make you pancakes?â You offer, feeling the guilt in your chest dissipate at the sight of his eyes lighting up.
âYes please!â
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âDo you need help cleaning up, big sis?â He asks, his doe eyes wide and full of wonder. You pat his head, thanking him before telling him to run off and play, and that youâd be with him right after. He had your whole heart and didnât even know it.
Humming to yourself as you wash the dishes, ensuring that the kitchen was just as spotless as it was when you arrived. You wonder what you should make for lunch as you neatly put away the leftovers.
You were suddenly interrupted by a cough, a cough too deep for it to be Yuujiâs. Slowly turning around, youâre met with the sight of a man, seemingly about your age.
He had tattoos running up the length of his arms and up to his neck. His ears were adorned with multiple piercings as well as an eyebrow piercing.
He wore a black shirt, the fabric stretching across his broad chest. His hair, the same shade as Yuujiâs with a slightly different style. A wide grin was plastered on his face, his eyes running up and down your figure as you stood there gaping at him.
âYou should really close your mouth, someone might stuff it.â He chuckles as he moves to slip past your frozen figure, placing his large, veiny hands on your waist, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he huskily whispers an âExcuse me, princessâ, purposely brushing his cock against your ass.
Irritation seeps into your bones. This man did not know who you are yet he spoke to you as if heâd known you all his life. Flirting and touching you so casually. Sneering at him as he chugs on the carton of milk, using the back of his hand to wipe the excess liquid on his chin.
âDid you cook anything? Iâm fuckinâ starving.â
âYeah. There are pancakes on the counter.â
He mumbles a small thanks before scarfing down the remainder of the pancakes, filling his cheeks up with food until theyâre all round, not even bothering to use utensils. You continue watching him, face filled with disgust at his lack of manners.
Deciding it was time to leave, it was your turn to look for Yuuji, only to find him on the couch browsing through the Netflix selections, a bored look on his face as several films fail to catch his eye. You sit beside him, the couch cushion sinking slightly with your weight.
âAre you alright Yuuji? What do you wanna watch?â
âCan you help me pick?â Handing the remote to you as he pleads with his eyes.
âOf course I can! Have you ever watched a Studio Ghibli movie?â He shakes his head. You decide to let him watch Ponyo, seeing that it was well-suited for his age. Exhaling, you lean back into the couch. Your peace is quickly shattered by Yuujiâs older brother as he places his chin on top of your shoulder, his cheek against yours.
âWhatâre you guys doinâ hm?â
His breath ghosts over your cheeks, the smell of his minty breath permeates your nose. Feeling your cheeks warm, you move away from him but his arms are around your shoulders in an instant, constricting your movement as if he was the hunter and you were the prey.
You make futile attempts of pushing his face with your palm, but to no avail, he makes an effort to lessen the nonexistent distance between you, irking you even further. Kissing your teeth, you turn to face him, prepared to lecture him on personal space.
Youâre startled by the feeling of his lips brush against yours. His soft, pillowy lips grazing yours as you stare deeply into his piercing, red eyes. Biting your lips you allow yourself to stare at him, from his eyes and down the slope of his nose, then back again to his pink lips,
âBig bro! Youâre up! Can you help me build the lego set that mom got for me?â He bounces excitedly, eagerly waiting for his brother's response. He releases you from his grip to pat his younger brother's head, their proximity revealing just how similar they looked.
âSorry brat, I got some stuff to do, but, you can ask this pretty girl right here to help you,â turning his head to face you as he winks. âIsnât that right, pretty lady?â Giving his brother one last noogie, he makes his way up the stairs, only to stop halfway through.
âBy the way, you havenât given me your name yet,â
Scoffing, you turn to look at him, his chin resting on his fest as he leans against the railing. âItâs Y/n.â You pout, irritation at an all-time high.
âCute name for a cute girl.â
âWhatâs your name?â
âSukuna, but you can call me daddy.â
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âOh? Youâre here again?â He asks brows raised as you toe off your shoes. Instead of replying, you decide to ignore him and make your way inside the house, rolling your eyes when you pass him.
Feeling your mouth dry at the proximity, you open the fridge, hoping to cool and rehydrate yourself as you feel him hover behind you, obviously examining your behind as he bit into his apple.
Turning to face him, you hiss. âAre you just going to stare at me the whole time?â Your anger level rises as he peers at you with a smug smirk plastered on his face, even having the audacity to wink at you.
âI mean if you want me to, yeah, I will. You're not a bad thing to look at either.â
âFuck you.â
âPlease do.â
Scoffing, you pour yourself a glass of water, anxiety fading, replaced with anger and irritation the longer you look at him. You feel your eyelid twitch at the sight of him. It was amazing how his presence annoyed you.
âWhatever, Iâm gonna go see Yuuji.â
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âY/n! Can we get Mcdonalds?â He pouts, hands clasped together as he kneels before you in the living room which catches you off guard. You feel yourself cringe, unsure of how to tell him that you didnât know how to drive.
âPlease!!!â
Sighing, you gather your courage, preparing yourself for the usual blunt comment children gave. âI donât know how to drive.â Your shoulders slumping as you see his hands fall to his sides, brows knit in confusion.
He stares at you for a second before taking your hand and lacing your fingers with his. At first, youâre confused, unsure of what his plan was until he flashed you one of his usual bright smiles, eyes crinkled shut before he spoke.
âThatâs okay! I canât drive either!â
The loud laugh that escapes your lips almost scares you, his innocence was adorable indeed. You love the innocence of children, wishing that you could somehow turn back time and have your innocence once more. But either way, you still didnât know how to drive and your poor child was hungry.
â...We can ask my big brother to drive us.â Yuuji whispers, side-eyeing you as he was aware of your dislike towards his brother. You thought you were subtle but Yuuji knew. Yuuji knew everything, well, not everything. He doesnât know what four plus five is.
He can see the hesitation on your face, already preparing himself to beg on his knees once more just for ten pieces of nuggets. Just as heâs about to bruise his knees, you scoop him into your arms, inhaling the scent of his shampoo as you reluctantly make your way to Sukunaâs room, already dreading the interaction.
Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door softly. A small part of you is hoping that heâs asleep and that your knock will fall deaf to his ears. You werenât sure if you could survive a car ride with him. It weirdly felt intimate, even when you two had nothing going on.
A few seconds pass by, your knock meets with silence. Just as youâre about to turn and leave, the door swings wide open, a tall figure coming into your view. You feel your fingers twitch at the sight of him, swallowing a huge lump in your throat as your eyes rake over his figure, almost forgetting that Yuuji was still in your arms.
âYo.â He said in a rasping tone. The mere sound of his voicesâ rich timbre had your thighs squeezing, forcing yourself to suppress a desperate whimper as you suddenly forgot how to string together a coherent sentence.
Heâs aware of what heâs doing to you, purposely answering the door with nothing but his boxers on, but yet again, this is how he usually slept as his body runs hotter than the usual body temperature. It was amusing, the way you kept trying to deny him when you look like youâre two seconds away from creaming your pants.
âBrat, what do you two want?â Turning to his brother instead as he concludes that you wouldnât be able to speak to him any time soon, already fucked out at just the sight of him. It makes him wonder how much worse youâd be if he did something more.
âWe wanna go to Mcdonalds but sis canât drive!â He confesses, unaware of just how embarrassing that piece of information is. A grin spreads across Sukunaâs face, a hand on his hip as he shifts his gaze to you, your eyes are still wide and clouded with lust.
âMhm. Why donât you go change and Iâll talk to your sis for a sec, alright? Iâll come down when weâre both ready.â He muses. Youâre pulled out of your thoughts when you feel Yuuji wiggle out of your arms, bending over to allow him to safely reach the ground. As youâre about to turn, a hand wraps itself around your wrist, halting your movements.
âNah. Youâre staring, princess. Itâs not nice to stare.â He tuts, bringing a hand up to fiddle with your necklace, the rough pads of his fingers dancing across the expanse of your skin as you shiver in delight, almost mewling at his touch.
âI-I--â
âI-I-- Youâre a cute little thing. I love the way you look like youâre about to cum whenever youâre near me.â He says with a laugh, head tilting to the side as his fingers wrap themselves around the base of your neck.
The sound of your oh-so-sweet whimper is music to his ears. Such a sweet girl you are. The way you peer up at him, doe eyes just begging him to take you right there. Itâs amusing to see how easily you could switch your attitude.
âLook at you. You canât even say anything to me.â Teasingly he grabs your jaw and presses a light kiss on the corner of your mouth. âDo you want me to take you right here? Make you mine? Hm? Speak up, princess.â
âPlease--â
âHey! Whatâs taking you guys so long?!â
Sukuna sighs, shutting his eyes in disappointment before releasing his grip on your chin, the lustful look in his eyes disappearing as he grumbles something about Yuuji being an ungrateful brat.
âCâmon. Get downstairs. Iâll be down in five minutes unless you wanna help me change?â He smirks, quirking a brow at you. Finally coming back to your senses, you turn your back and run down the stairs, almost losing your footing a couple of times and flying down the stairs.
âWhereâs big bro?â
âHeâs changing.â
âMhm. Okay.â
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âSoâŠâ Sukuna starts, one hand on the wheel as he sneaks a quick look at your pout face. You insisted on sitting beside Yuuji in the back as he was all alone but even Yuuji resisted, saying that you had to sit in the front.
âWe donât have to talk. Could you please just turn the radio on?â Huffing as you turn your head away from him, gazing at the window. He laughs a little before turning on the radio per your request. Your ears perk up as you hear a familiar tune. It was âFight Songâ.
âCan I change the station?â
âNo.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause this is my fight song. Take back my right song--â
âPlease stop.â You plead, feeling yourself cringe.
âWhy? You donât like the way I sing for you princess?â
âNo but also because this song is⊠I have horrible memories of this song and it makes me cringe so please stop.â
âBut sis, I like this song too!â Yuuji chimes in. Already, you can feel your soul leaving your body. Accepting your defeat, you slump in your chair and place a hand over your eyes, hoping that you wouldnât drive past anyone you knew, seeing as you had two children screeching the lyrics.
Lucky for you, the song swiftly ends. Sighing in relief, you straighten yourself out, no longer slouching in your seat. Your body quickly tenses at the feeling of a warm palm on your upper thigh.
Sukuna gives it an experimental squeeze as he bites his lip, side-eyeing you as he ignores your angry expression, pretending as if he wasnât touching you at all. You can feel just how warm and rough his palms are. He was so close to where you wanted him, where you needed him, but you knew you couldnât act on your feelings.
âWhat are you gonna order, princess?â
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âYou gotta stop actinâ like you donât want me.â He scolds you one day, cornering you in the hallway. His hand was placed right beside your head as he glares down at you, red eyes burning with lust and want as he licks his lips, barely restraining himself.
âBut I donât want you.â You spit.
âDonât play with me, brat. I can smell just how wet your pussy is. You donât think I see you rubbing your thighs whenever I get as close as two feet? Youâve gotta be fuckinâ with me.â Laughing as he lessens the space between your faces, breath ghosting over your parted lips.
âIâm not playing with you. I donât want you.â
âYeah? Then why are you rubbing your thighs right now? Slut.â He noses into your neck, the feeling of his hot breath causing you to shiver in delight.
ââM not.â Denying as you turn away from him, embarrassed that he was so right.
Sukuna kisses his teeth, pulling away from your neck to fully face you know. His lips are nothing but a hair away, a smile on his face as your eyes flutter shut, finally accepting defeat, finally giving into him.
âSay please.â He whispers.
Your eyes snap open.
âFuck off--â
He slams his other hand on the other side of your head, a mischievous smirk spread across his lips as his eyes bore into you. Licking his dry lips, he leans closer, bottom lip touching yours as he speaks.
âSay. Please. Last time Iâm gonna tell you.â
âP-PleaseâŠâ
âGood girl.â Inhaling deeply as he slots his lips against yours, tasting the sweetness of the strawberries you had just eaten along with your natural taste, just as sweet and addicting as he imagined.
His tongue flicks against your bottom lip, insisting you part your lips and let him in. Let him explore and taste all of you. Let him take care of you and make you his little toy. Youâd love it so much. Behave so well for him.
Youâre the perfect little toy for him.
A hand snakes its way up to your shirt and cups your bra-covered breast, squeezing the mound gently as he finally slips his tongue into your awaiting mouth, moaning at the raw taste of you, licking at the seams of your lips.
Sukuna pulls away, leaving a gossamer string of spittle to connect you two. He admires your heavy-lidded eyes and your kiss-bitten lips. You looked as if you belonged at a museum, for all the world to see, but your expressions were for him and him only.
âSo cute.â
___
âAre you actually staying for the whole week?â Yuuji jumps in your arms, his eyes with their usual sparkle. You feel your heart pound in your chest. The reality of having to spend a whole week under the same roof as Sukuna, his name which he refused to tell you until after two weeks of knowing him.
âOf course I am buddy! Iâll be hanging out with you the whole time!â
âCan we hang out with big bro too?â He pleads, clasping his hands together as he cutely pouts at you. How could you resist when he was this cute? Unable to resist the smile that stretches across your face, you pinch his cheeks and nod.
Your head turns in the direction of approaching footsteps making their way down the stairs. You can feel the pits of your belly stirring, causing your thighs to clench. The smell of his cologne fills your senses.
âOh? Is that right? You wanna hang out with little olâ me?â He smirks, trailing a hand up your thigh as he walks past you and into the living room, Yuuji jumping out of your arms to follow his brother.
Theyâre both sitting on the couch, Yuuji tightly pressing himself into his brother's side while Sukuna's side-eyes him, but still allows him. You were aware of Sukunaâs lack of presence in Yuujiâs life, opting to spend time with his friends rather than his younger brother.
While you understood, you still felt that Sukuna cared for Yuuji, but subtly. It was the small details, little details that made you not dislike him completely. You smile softly, thinking back to last week when Sukuna had helped you place Yuuji in his bed after you both had fallen asleep on the couch. He even offered to let you sleep in his bed, with him of course, an offer you quickly denied seeing his hungry gaze.
Your mind also reminds you of the incident in the hallway. Letting him taste you and feel you in such inappropriate places. You knew it was wrong but it felt so right, especially when it was with him.
Youâre snapped out of your daydream when a pillow ungracefully smacks you in the face, shocking you. âAre you just gonna stand there or are you gonna get in here and cuddle with us?â Raising his brows as he opens up his arms.
Unable to reject the pair, you grumpily make your way towards them, Sukuna pulling you beside him and splaying your legs across his thick, muscular thighs, Yuuji moving to the other as he whines about the lack of space.
Sukuna throws a blanket over both your legs, placing his hand on top of your thighs, rubbing small circles against the skin. He refuses to meet your eyes, his eyes trained on the screen. Grabbing his wrist, you attempt to distance his hand but he tangles his fingers with yours instead, taking hold of you.
He glances at you, smirking at your incredulous expression. Your cute face never failed to have his cock stirring in his pants. Bringing your entwined hands to his face, he presses a lingering kiss against your palm, never breaking eye contact with you.
Dropping your hand back on your lap, he places his hand on your thigh once more, higher this time around. His fingertips are itching to feel your cute pussy, to feel your pussy clench around his fingers while you pathetically whine for him to give you more, to fuck you faster with his fingers. He shivers at the image of you, splayed out on the couch, being a good girl for him.
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. You have the urge to lean in, to spread your legs for him and tell him to take you, to sink his cock and fingers in your tiny pussy and take full advantage of you, even if you were a virgin.
Yuuji wordlessly makes his way up to the bathroom, a trip that always took ten minutes at least. Sukuna takes advantage of the opening, quickly turning, slotting his lips against yours. You fail to quell a whine, the soft feeling of his plush lips against yours overwhelming. After weeks of heated stares and flirting youâre finally getting what you desire.
He sneaks a lick against the seam of your lips, asking, begging you to let him in. To let his tongue slide against yours, to let him swallow all your cute whimpers and sounds. You timidly part your lips, allowing him to push his tongue inside. He coaxes you to come out, to feel him.
You tangle your fingers in his pink locks, finding the need to keep yourself grounded. âFuck.â He huskily mumbles against your lips, grinding his fully-hardened cock against your twitching cunt. The fabric of his jeans adds to the pleasure, the rough material catching on your clit whenever he presses himself against you.
âPlease.â You mumble against his spit-slicked lips, causing him to pull away and look at you, to see what heâs been yearning for all these weeks. Your eyes are heavy and your lips are bruised, your legs are wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him even closer to you.
âYouâre so fucking pretty.â He breathes, shocking you. Before you can speak, pushing himself against you once more, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He slips his right hand with yours and holds it while his free hand makes its way up to your chest and ceases at your throat. His fingers gently wrap around your throat, giving it an experimental squeeze that has you gasping and bucking your hips.
âI just wanna take you right here, princess. Youâre gonna be such a good girl for me. Youâre gonna take daddyâs cock so well.â He mumbles, grinding himself against your pussy. You can feel your juices trickling out of you, slicking your lips and panties.
Footsteps hastily make their way down the stairs, causing Sukuna to quickly separate himself away from you, returning to his previous position as you silently plead him to help you off your back. Your whole body felt as if it were jelly.
âWhat happened in the movie?â He asks, staring at you two expectantly. Lucky for you, you had memorized the movie's events due to the countless times you watched it.
âOh! Yubaba took away Chihiroâs name so now her name is Sen.â Smiling as you silently beg him to turn his head back to the screen. Sukuna clears his throat, shifting in his seat as you see him adjust his cock in his pants, tucking it beneath the band of his sweatpants which allows you to catch a glimpse of its red, leaking tip.
He suddenly turns to you, a smirk on his handsome face. âWhat? You wanna taste it?â He taunts you, spreading his legs further apart, hoping to entice you. You shake your head furiously, refusing to do any sort of lewd acts with Yuuji in the room.
âYou sure you donât wanna have a taste? How âbout you give it a little kiss, hm?â Sukuna continues to tease you before quickly covering himself once more, chuckling at your exasperated expression. He loves your reactions, especially when he's the one that causes them.
âIâm kidding. But, weâre not done.â Sukunaâs eye drops into a wink, somehow flustering you even further. His eyes return to the screen, acting as if the last ten minutes hadnât happened at all, which left you to your thoughts. Your anxiety-inducing thoughts.
The fear of catching feelings for him sat at the back of your head, causing your hands to become frigid as well as your chest to tighten, making it difficult for you to breathe. You push your anxieties and doubts deeper into the back of your head, knowing that deep inside, you wanted this no matter the consequences.
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âGoodnight Yuuji.â Pressing a kiss to his head as you stand, brushing his hair out of his face with your fingers before making your way to the door. HIs lamp illuminates the room and prevents you from tripping and kissing the floor. Slowly, you shut the door as gently as you could in hopes of not disturbing his sleep.
Before you could sigh in relief, you were suddenly being pulled into someone's chest. Your cheek rests right against his pec while his hands take their place on your hips, teasingly squeezing the flesh which coaxes a little whimper out of you.
âThe brat in bed?â Sukuna whispers huskily, the rich timbre of his voice sends shivers down your spine, your back arching. He traces a small circle on the exposed skin of your hips, the sheer gentleness of his ministrations almost takes you by surprise.
âYeahâŠâ You breathe, feeling yourself melt into his chest as he touches you, your fingers twisting in the material of his shirt as you feel your cunt become slick. Juices soaking your panties a second time today.
Sukuna has to suppress a growl at your response. Your voice is so soft and so meek, it makes him want to ruin you, even more, to pull whimpers and delicious-sounding moans right out of you as he sinks his cock in your sopping pussy.
He opts to press a kiss on your forehead, flattening his large hand against the small of your back. Sukuna gently pushes you in the direction of his room, his fingers drumming against your skin. Sukuna can feel the excitement coursing through his veins, the sheer thought of finally having you had his cock stirring.
âIâm supposed to sleep in the guest bedroom thoughâŠâ You mention. Sukuna kisses his teeth before speaking.
âItâs not a problem unless you have a problem with it?â He pouts mockingly. âI mean, you can go to your room and be the perfect little girl and go to bed. Or, you can come into my room and be as much of a bad girl as youâd like.â He leans in closer, breath against your ear.
âAnd Iâll make it worth it. Iâll make it so fucking worth it, angel.â
Youâre nodding before you can fully process the question and suddenly youâre being hauled over his shoulder, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle a surprised yelp. Sukuna makes his way to his room, his large palm coming down your ass cheek.
You can feel your blood rushing to your head, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling. Sukuna gently sets you down on his bed before making his way to properly lock the door, lessening the chances of you being disturbed. Your eyes scan over his room.
The walls were red and littered with posters, mainly cars. But one poster caught your attention. Stifling your giggles, you spoke. âIs that a Twice poster?â
He freezes, eyes almost bugging out of his head as he stares at the said poster, his cheeks heating up. Deciding to ignore your question, he kisses his teeth and walks towards you. He places his arms on the bed, palms pushing your legs apart to make space for him.
âShut up,â Sukuna growls, licking a stripe up your inner thigh, his eyes hungrily boring into yours. You can feel just how wet you are, your panties soaked. Biting your lip as you card your fingers through his soft, pink hair. A familiar feeling is boiling in the pit of your stomach, your fingertips twitching on his scalp.
You suppress the urge to rid yourself of your clothes and spread yourself out for him, leave him in charge of your pleasure and wellbeing, your desperateness pushing you closer to the edge.
Sukuna slips his fingers between the band of your pants, the warmth he radiated had you keening, already missing the feeling of his hands on your skin. You can feel yourself almost fading, the only thing youâre able to hear is your blood rushing and your heart beating, everything seemed as if it were a blur when you were with Sukuna.
He tugs at the band of your pants, sliding them down the expanse of your legs. He licks his lips at the sight of your untouched pussy, the little crease of your panties showcasing the shape of your folds.
âI can smell just how wet you are, angel.â He chuckles, eyes dark with lust, zeroing on your cute little cunt. Bashfully, you place your forearm on your eyes, unable to maintain eye contact with Sukuna when he looks at you so hungrily.
âP-Please donât be so lewdâŠâ You plead, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. Youâre so desperate. So desperate to feel him. To have him sink his fingers in your pussy with his tongue flicking against your button. The sting of his palm hitting your thigh causes you to yelp suddenly, flesh stinging with pain.
âOh? Whatâs wrong? I thought you were a tough little thing, givinâ me the stink eye and your shit attitude. But youâre just a pliant little bitch, arenât yaâ? Cute little slut you are.â He coos at you mockingly, tugging your panties down your legs before diving between your thighs.
âSâkuna!â Garbling a moan as you arch your back, attempting to pull his mouth away from your clit. Chills continue to crawl up your spine, stemming from your clit being roughly assaulted by Sukunaâs tongue.
He groans against your clit, sending vibrations up your spine. Pleasure overtakes you, your back arching into him. Your body continues to act on its own, mind too foggy to realize your actions. Youâre brought back to reality by the singing feeling of your mound.
Sukunaâs palm is placed flat on your mons, sliding it up the expanse of your skin to take its place on your tummy. His warm hand was rough against your skin, the pads of his fingers almost painfully digging into your skin as he visibly loses himself in you, in your pussy.
His loud slurps and licks resonate through the room, your moans accompanying his lewd sounds as he continues his ministrations, passionately sucking on your pussy lips, sinking his long, pink tongue between your soaked walls.
âYou taste so fucking good.â Growling as he shakes his head from side to side, stimulating your clit even quicker. Ecstasy builds in the pit of your stomach, ready to blow and release itself into your veins, fill your body with white, hot pleasure.
The coil in your stomach tightens once more before youâre wrapping your thighs around Sukunaâs sturdy neck and grinding your cunt against his tongue, the muscle laid out and flat for you to use. Youâre horrified when you realize that this orgasm is quite different from your usual ones.
Your juices are squirting into Sukunaâs mouth, wetting his chin and as well as his cheeks as he stares you down, eyes glazed with lust as he licks his lips, looking at you as if you were a meal for him to devour.
He takes a tentative lick at your twitching clit, the sharp pleasure causing your hips to slide up. But, Sukuna ignores your body's pleading, opting to tongue you into oversensitivity. Tears are sliding down the apples of your cheeks. The pathetic sight of you had him groaning once more.
Youâre just too cute.
âMm? No more? You donât want anymore?â He bats his lashes at you, pressing one last kiss to the puffy lips of your pussy before crawling over your body, so close that your chest would touch his whenever you took a breath.
Shaking your head, you mumble out a small âNoâ, already feeling your eyes droop from the mental and physical exhaustion of having to deal with Sukuna. He smiles a little, ignoring the fact that you have adjusted blue-balled him. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before wiping down your thighs, he tucks you in and snuggles right beside you, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms as he drifted off to sleep.
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Sukuna wakes up to the sound of your soft snores, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. His heart beats a little harder at the sight of you wearing his oversized shirt, your cheek tightly pressed against his chest while your hand is placed flat against his chest.
He feels his cheeks warm at the soft sight of you, loving the way you clung to him as if he were your significant other. He shakes his head at the thought, baffled at his thought. He never let himself commit before, why would he do it now? Why you?
âMm.â Your eyebrows furrow as the sunlight hits your face. He curses under his breath for forgetting to shut the curtains before getting in bed with you last night. But, he canât help but pat himself on the back as you snuggle even further into his chest, hoping to shield yourself from the tiresome sun.
âSukunaâŠâ
âAh, shit.â He curses, feeling his cocks stir in his boxers, your hot thigh pressing against him, balls tightening at the thought of stuffing you, pumping your creamy little pussy with his cum. Sliding his hand between your bodies, he reaches inside and squeezes his cock, feeling it pulsate in his palm.
Sukuna lifts his head to peek at his cock as well as your thighs before leaning his head back on the pillow. Deciding to ignore his inner thoughts, he grabs the flesh of your thigh and lifts it to make space for his length, placing it right between your soft thighs.
âFuck.â His brows are knitted as he blindly searches for the lube in his nightstand, eyes trained on your face, making sure you were still asleep. He hastily makes work of the bottle, popping the lid open and squirting it on your thighs and as well as himself.
Sukuna groans at the feeling of your plush thighs enveloping his cock. Experimentally, he thrusts himself between your thighs, silently praying that the lewd, wet sounds of your thighs wouldnât wake you up. His eyes land on your face, still peaceful and asleep while he defiles you in your sleep.
How could he not? Youâre such a tempting little thing, teasing him while being unafraid of returning is flirtatious remarks. It made him want you, even more, he craved you. Initially, he had planned to take your innocence and leave but as he spent more time with you, he realized that he wanted to break you. Break you until you are no more. Break you until you would crawl back to him and beg him to fix you.
âW-What?â He flinches before continuing his actions, pumping his cock even faster between your thighs as you continue to blink the sleep from your eyes. Your eyes are blurry and tired, barely able to focus on your surroundings. Youâre suddenly aware of the squelching sound resonating between your thighs.
You glance down, eyes met with the sight of Sukuna fucking your plush thighs, barely grazing your clit as he stables himself by placing his hand on your hip and wrapping his leg with yours, preventing you from ruining the perfect position he had himself in.
âOh? Finally awake are you?â He kisses his teeth, brows furrowed in concentration as he feels himself come closer to the edge, balls twitching in a signal that heâs close to blowing his load.
You should be upset, you really should. But, the stirring feeling in the pit of your stomach is back. Telling you to give Sukuna everything. To give him your virtue, your innocence. The overwhelming heat of his cock has your mind hazy, leaving you unable to think rationally.
âPlease...Make me cum too,â Pouting as you took hold of his hand, sneaking it under your shirt, allowing him to palm your naked breasts. His brows shoot up in surprise, your desperate tone and pathetic pout catching him off guard. He half expected you to push him away in disgust and call his mom, yet here you were, letting him use you as his fucktoy.
âBeg me, then.â
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âBig sis! When is mommy coming home?â Yuuji pouts, tugging on the fabric of your shirt. Turning to face him, you hold the spoon of fried rice in front of your mouth before cooling it down with small breaths and letting Yuuji taste it, earning you a very enthusiastic thumbs up.
âSheâs coming home in four days bud! Hang in there, buddy!â Attempting to cheer him up with a pat on the head. He nods quickly before scrambling away to play in his room. Not long after, a chest presses itself against your back.
Sukuna deeply breathes in your scent, consisting of flowers as well as your natural smell. He loves the feeling of you pressed against him, so sweet and small compared to him. Sukuna presses a wet kiss against your neck, causing you to shiver slightly.
âYou smell so good.â He breathes.
âNot hereâŠâ You whimper, placing your hands on his wrists in an attempt to get him off of you. The past week consisted of sneaky touches and sexual tension, a couple of occurrences of Sukuna trailing his fingers up your thighs during dinner.
Also, youâve not had the opportunity to sleep in your designated room due to his persistence. He never failed to make you cum before bed, his mouth always attached to your little clit while he palms your tits, occasionally flicking and pinching at the buds.
âWhere then?â Licking a fat strip of your neck his hands slowly make their way up to your body, one hand stopping to grope your breast and the other wrapping itself around your throat, experimentally squeezing causing you to inhale sharply, his actions catching you off guard.
âNowhere--We canât! Not now!â
âAre you sure--â
âShe told you to fuck off, Sukuna. Leave the girl alone.â Another voice interrupts, causing both you and Sukuna to stiffen, both your necks craning to peek at the unknown man, but Sukunaâs eyes flashed with recognition, then annoyance.
âFuck are you doinâ here?â He snarls, placing you beside him and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, almost as if he were trying to shield you from the mystery man. The man had twin-tails and deep eyebags, but he was quite attractive. Tall and built, even when he was dressed in overly large clothes that hung off his figure.
He had a bored expression on his face and a banana in his left hand. âWhat do you mean? I live here too yâknow.â He drawls, his expression never changing as his eyes bore into you, forcing you to hide behind Sukuna, feeling as if he was trying to read you.
âYeah, but you said you werenât gonna be home for break. Shouldâve just stayed somewhere else.â Clicking his tongue in displeasure. Your spine tingles at the feeling of Sukunaâs fingers tracing small shapes into your back, visibly shivering under the gaze of the unnamed man.
âWatch your fucking mouth, Sukuna. Iâm still the eldest around here.â He growls, taking a threatening step towards his brother before placing a hand on his head and ruffling his hair, Sukuna making futile attempts to swat away his brother which causes him to loosen his hold on you, allowing you to untangle yourself and attempt to slip out.
âUh uh. Where are you going, miss? You need to leave right now. Iâm sorry but hookups need to leave in the morning.â
â...Iâm actually Yuujiâs babysitter.â
âOh, shit? Dude, youâre fucking the babysitter?â He loudly interrogates, catching the attention of a certain little boy. Sukuna opts to stay silent, now finding the refrigerator magnets much more interesting than the conversation that was currently unfolding
âChoso! Youâre home! I thought you werenât gonna come home!â Yuuji comes tumbling into the kitchen, almost slipping and ramming himself into one of the drawers but he is swiftly scooped into Chosoâs muscled arms.
âMan, I canât even surprise you guys anymore, can I?â Choso laughs, blowing strawberries against Yuujiâs skin as he keeps his eyes on you. He wasnât about to let you two off the hook.
These brothers would be the death of you.
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âYou guys havenât let Yuuji catch you guys or anything, right?â He stares pointedly at you both, hands neatly folded in his lap. You were all currently having what seemed like a meeting, excluding Yuuji of course.
You sat beside Sukuna who had his arms behind his head, lax and uncaring of his brother while you were shaking like a leaf, your fingertips borderline freezing and your heart beating erratically.
Chosoâs eyes continue to bore in you as if he were prying into your inner thoughts and feelings. You pray and hope that you werenât as transparent as you thought you were. Nevertheless, Choso would get all the answers to his questions, one way or another.
âNo! Of course not!â
âMm, good. Stop being so handsy with each other. Itâs fucking gross and I donât want you guys exposing Yuuji to that shit. Sukuna, you were supposed to help and support her, not make her your little fucktoy. And you, little girl. You were supposed to care for my brother and feed him. That was all you two had to do.â
You hang your head in shame while Sukuna points his nose to the side, rolling his eyes disrespectfully as he ignores his brother's words. You fiddle with the zipper of your sweater, ashamed under Chosoâs scrutinizing gaze.
âBut itâs whatever really. Just donât do that shit here. You guys arenât dating Iâm assuming?â
You shook your head, cheeks heating up at the imagery of Sukuna taking you out on a date. Sharing sweet kisses underneath a tree. Wiping his stained lips with your thumb and kissing him right after. Sukuna remains silent.
âAlright. Angel, could you go watch Yuuji for a bit? I need to talk to my little brother here. Iâll be out in a sec yeah?â Choso smiles at you as you quickly get on your feet, making your way to the living room where Yuuji was currently watching âFrom Up on Poppy Hillâ.
âWhat are you doinâ with her?â Choso raises a brow. Turning to finally face Sukuna who continues to give him the silent treatment, causing him to sigh heavily before scratching the top of his head.
âIf youâre just gonna play with her feelings and break her, I would just leave her alone. Sheâs a nice girl and she doesnât deserve that, Sukuna. You know that.â
âHow do you know Iâm not serious about her?â Sukuna retorts, making eye contact with CHoso as they both glare at each other.
âDude, youâre never serious. I know you. Iâm your brother. Frankly, Iâm not sure how you turned out this way but it has to stop. Youâre ruining your chances of finding love.â
âWhat if I donât wanna be in love?â He seethes, fists now clenched at the thought of sharing himself emotionally, leaving himself vulnerable and open all for them to see, for them to judge. Itâs different. If he were to open up and get rejected, you wouldnât be rejecting his fuckboy persona, youâd be rejecting him, his true self and his whole heart.
âI donât know man, you seem to be getting there. I can tell by the way you look at her.â
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âBaby. Baby get up. Pick up your phone. Someoneâs calling you.â Sukuna mumbles into your shoulder, tiredly patting your bum that's currently pressed against his morning wood. His eyes are squinting as the sunâs rays seep into the room through the window.
Blindly searching for your phone before you somehow find it, swiping right to answer the call, pressing the speaker button with your eyes still unopened, feeling Sukuna grope your naked breast from under your shirt, tweaking your nipples as you mumble a groggy âHelloâ.
âBunny, how have you been? I miss you. When are you gonna come over pretty girl?â
Sukuna raises a brow, irritation boiling inside of him as he imagined you with anyone else. Raising his head to peek at the caller, his eyes widen at the contact name. Gojo Satoru. How were you acquainted with a bastard like him?
ââM sorry, I just woke up. But sure, I can meet up today. I can probably ask Choso to watch Yuuji for a few hours.â You mumble into the pillow until your breath is caught in your throat, feeling Sukuna roughly twist your nipple.
âOh? Poor baby. You sound so tired. Did you sleep late again?â
âMhm--Ah, I did! FuckâŠâ Attempting to muffle your moans. His fingers were on your clit now, the thin fabric of your panties unable to protect you from Sukunaâs wrath. His fingers are roughly petting your clit as he sucks bruises into your neck.
âOh? What are you doing, pretty girl? Being so naughty in the morning. Are you touching yourself?â Satoru dares to ask, the smugness in his voice apparent. Sukuna can feel the anger inside him boil even harder, slipping his fingers into your panties and mercilessly plunging them into your soaking cunt.
âN-No...Iâm not!â You force out, thighs spreading wider for Sukuna as you pop the fingers of his free hand in your mouth, your throat suddenly feeling empty.
âOh, baby. I knew you missed me. Fuck, you were such a good girl for me, sending me the prettiest pictures of your cute pussy. Naughty little thing. Fuck Iâm so hard already.â Satoru moans before continuing. âYouâre still a virgin right? Are you planning on giving me your virginity anytime soon?â
Sukuna feels himself snap as you squirt all over his thick fingers, eye twitching as Gojo continues to praise you as if he was the one who made you cum, made you squirt on his fingers. He wasnât the one who made you cum every night before you slept, not the one who you brushed your teeth with, not the person you made breakfast for. Gojo had no place in your heart.
âSorry, sheâll be giving that to me.â He growls before ending the call, tossing your phone on his desk before hungrily sucking his juice-covered fingers into his mouth, thoroughly sucking your essence off his fingers before kissing you full on the mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.
It feels lewd, tasting yourself on someone elseâs tongue.
âTake your panties off. Right now. I wanna see your pussy nice and spread out for me because Iâm gonna fuck you. Youâre gonna feel my cock--â Pressing his palm on your lower stomach, âHere.â
âW-Wait--No, itâs my first time you canât!â You plead, legs instinctively but he stood in the way, hips tightly pressed against yours, Sukunaâs already lowering his boxers, revealing the drooly, pink tip of his cock.
âJust the tip then? Lemme put the tip in,â He whispers, stroking his cock as he lifts your shirt, exposing your pebbled nipples to his fiending eyes. He can see your hesitation swirling in your eyes.
âI promise baby, itâs just the tip. Itâs not even that deep. I just wanna feel your pussy. Baby, please.â He begs, leaving kisses against your cheek as he grinds the head of his cock against your slippery lips, groaning at your warmth.
âCome on baby. Just let me. âM not gonna do anything unless you agree.â He breathes.
âJ-Just the tip.â You stutter, hands reaching down to spread your cunt for him. He groans at the lewd sight, biting his lip before slapping his length against your mons and placing the tip at your entrance.
âFuck.â He groans his pink hair covering his eyes, hiding his pleasured expression from you. Sukuna languidly slides his cock inside you, inserting the first two inches and being the last six. He lets out a garbled moan at the feeling of your pussy squeezing the tip.
âI-It feels sâgood,â You whimper, your hands coming up to grip his biceps as you resist the urge to wrap your legs around his hips and pull him even closer, make him fill your pussy up with his cock and then his cum, let him paint your insides white.
âYeah? Feels good? It would feel better with everything inside. Fuck, youâd look so pretty taking my whole cock, begging and crying for me to pull out because your cunts too tight. But, I know, deep inside you want me to make it hurt. Youâre a dirty girl. You know what you want.â He presses a kiss to your lips before continuing.
âAlmost had me fooled, made me think you were an innocent little thing but youâre just a desperate virgin, arenât you? Even sending people pictures of your cute pussy. Iâm surprised that you havenât forced my cock inside you yet. Yeah. I can feel your pussy twitching. Just say the fuckinâ word, pretty girl.â He coos, shallowly thrusting into you.
âN-No Iâm notâŠâ
âYeah? Youâre telling me that you didnât show Gojo Satoru your cute pussy?â He growls, biting your nipple teasingly.
You moan in response, back arching at the pleasure youâre feeling, your slick sliding down your pussy and onto the bed sheets. Youâre surprised that Choso hasnât told you both to shut up, seeing as it was seven in the morning, but then again, he and Yuuji had stayed up playing games last night.
âCanât answer? Fuckinâ slut. I should punish you. Sink my cock in this pussy and cream you. Make you walk around Tokyo with Gojo Satoru while your pussyâs stuffed with my cum. Youâd like that, wouldnât you?â
Unable to resist him anymore, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you. Tears are steadily sliding down your cheeks, blurring your vision as you reach out to him, wanting to wrap your arms around his neck as you wailed.
âP-Please. Please...fuck my pussy. Give me everything. âWant it all. âWant Sâkunaâs cock. Want daddy to use me!â You mindlessly mumble into his shoulder, desperately moving your hips against him in an attempt to persuade him, yet he stays silent, your laboured breathing the only sound in the room, aside from your pleads and cries.
âFuckinâ hell. Youâre somethinâ else.â He laughs before bottoming out. Sukuna presses one last kiss to your lips before slamming his cock inside your cunt, swiftly taking your virginity. He swallows your screams and whimpers, wrapping his hand around your throat in an attempt to comfort you.
Sukuna whispers sweet nothings against your lips, promising that youâd feel better soon. That youâd love it. And that he wasnât going to stop until youâve soaked his cock and bed, promising to satisfy your every need.
âSukuna. Daddy. Fuck. T-Too much,â You wail, clinging onto his shoulders as you adjust to the size, blinking away your tears as he continues to pepper kisses against your face, rubbing circles against the expanse of your neck.
âYouâll feel even better soon, princess. Donât worry, I got you.â
You sigh in pleasure, finally feeling the pain ebb away as your tense muscles relax, easing into his hold as youâre suddenly made aware of his balls currently pressed against your perineum.
âPlease moveâŠâ You whisper, avoiding his surprised gaze. But he adheres to your plea, wanting to fulfill the myriad of promises he had made to you. Sukuna is a man of his word. Well, at least when it came to you.
He grunts as he bottoms out once more, gently sliding in his cock until his cockhead is snugly pressed against your cervix. You could feel your cunt around the wide base of his cock, whimpering at the sheer weight and heat his cock had.
Sukuna sits back up, pressing your thighs into your chest before placing his weight on you, proceeding to slam his cock inside your pussy. Mercilessly battering your sensitive cervix while you laid still and took it, loving the mixture of both pain and pleasure.
âShit baby, ease up. Youâre gonna make me cum.â He breathes, his brows are furrowed and sweat is gathering on his brow, an exasperated expression on his face as he struggled to hold his cum in, wanting to make the most out of your first experience.
Sukuna clicks his tongue, knowing that you wouldnât ease up at all, even feeling your pussy tighten. He slips a hand between you both, rolling your clit between the pads of his fingers, causing you to squeal in delight.
âLike that?â
Nodding eagerly, you agree, unable to form a coherent sentence while your mind was a jumbled, foggy mess. You shiver at the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, a strong, cold pull spreading throughout your body.
ââM close,â You whine, shutting your eyes.
âYeah? Love my cock so much, being such a good fuckinâ girl for me. âWanna cream you right here, make you my little bitch.â Sukuna growls, harshly pinching your sore nipple once more before grabbing your chin and propping your mouth open, your tongue lolling out of your mouth.
He places his thumb on your tongue, stroking your cheek with an almost lovesick expression on his face before he starts to gather spit in his mouth, slapping your cheek with one hand before directly spitting on the pink of your tongue, even allowing his excess spit to drool steadily in your mouth, finishing his lewd act with a spit-filled kiss, a mix of spittle spilling out the sides of your mouths.
âP-Please. Cum inside me. Fill me up. âWant it. âWant it so bad.â You continue to beg pathetically, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his back as you felt your abdomen tighten, your orgasm so close you could taste the euphoria.
âShit. Shit. Fuckinâ cum for me then. Let it go. Come to me, princess. You have my permission.â He huskily whispers.
Thatâs all it took for you to finally let go. Your thighs are shaking rapidly around his hips, squeezing him tightly in the process as you struggle to catch your breath. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, mouth slack with spittle dribbling out the sides.
âNice and loud for me, pretty girl. There you go. I like you so much.â He coos before tensing up, hunching over your figure, His brows are furrowed and his eyes are shut tightly, his jaw clenched as he paints your insides white, thick streams of cum jetting out of his cockhead and on your bruised cervix.
Youâre both panting, bodies a tangled, sweaty mess when you both regain your breaths. Feeling his eyes on you, you tilt your head to the side, as if to ask him why. But, he laughs before rolling the both of you over, leaving you on his chest while still being connected to him, his cum steadily running down your thighs.
âSo, are you still gonna see him?â He asks voice light, hoping you hadnât caught his slip up.
âI-â
âHey. You guys are cute ând all, but you need to get up. Yuujiâs lookinâ for you both. Even wanted to come and wake you guys up but obviously, you guys were busy.â He exhales, rubbing his temples before shutting the door, leaving you hot and embarrassed.
âLetâs go?â
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âI canât believe you actually came! I missed you so much, bunny.â Gojo spreads his arms, welcoming you in an embrace. You awkwardly make your way towards him, allowing him to wrap his arms around your shoulder, even having the audacity to press a kiss against your head.
Deciding that you werenât about to have it, you push at his chest, wanting to sit at the booth he had gotten for you both. It was a simple cafe, only a ten-minute drive away from your place, well, Sukunaâs place.
Sitting in the booth, you place your bag beside you, folding your arms on the table before getting straight to the point. âWhy did you ask me to come here?â You utter, feeling quite uncomfortable under his piercing gaze. The same blue eyes that caught your attention the day you had met Gojo.
You still remember that day, your junior year in high school where Gojo Satoru had asked you out on a date, even coming by your classroom with a bouquet of blue roses that matched his eyes, shamelessly proclaiming his âloveâ for you. Something he had done to gain the attention of your classmates.
Your relationship was a dream, too good to be true. Weekly dates were a thing and he never failed to show up with a present, so you had started doing the same, getting him little trinkets that you thought that heâd enjoy. You loved him but your mom hadnât, openly expressing her dislike towards him whenever he visited you or picked you up for a date.
But like all dreams, your relationship with Gojo Satoru has come to an end. You still remembered his eyes, a lovely shade of blue they were. But, on that day, they were different, lacking the lustre they usually had.
You still remember the way his eyes gradually lost their sparkle, the longer your relationship progressed, the more uninterested he got. His texts got shorter and so did his verbal replies, only allowing you to hear his voice a few times a week as he started to avoid you during school as well.
Your friend reassured you, telling you that it was normal for a relationship to have its rough patches. And it wasnât as if you had to stay by his side. It made you feel clingy, wanting his attention almost the same way his fangirls did. It made you feel like you werenât a priority.
You remember crying to your mom, asking her why. Why wouldnât he tell you what he was feeling? Why didnât he want to speak to you anymore? Why did he avoid you? Why wonât he come to see you anymore? Had you done something wrong? What did you do to upset him? Why couldnât you do anything right? Why did you drive everyone away?
Your mom tried her best to answer your questions, but both of you knew that the only person who could answer them was the man himself. It got to the point where you answered those questions yourself, presenting your insecurities as reasons why Gojo fell out of love with you.
Had he loved you in the first place if he admitted defeat so quickly?
The heartache you felt was nothing like you had felt before. You blamed yourself for things that you didnât have control over, things that nobody could control. It left you empty and tired, a soulless husk of who you used to be. That moment then was when you understood why people said to give the same effort. You gave yourself to him, leaving nothing for yourself.
It hurt to see him brush you off, to even refuse to speak about your relationship, to fix what you had, but did you have anything in the first place? Were you just naive? Blind to his hidden motives to play with your feelings.
You remember the day you finally spoke to him, the day you had finally gained the courage to speak your mind.
___
âHey, can we talk?â You mumble, pulling on the sleeve of his shirt. You hadnât meant to disrupt his conversation with his friends, but this was the only opening you saw in the past week.
He rolls his eyes before telling his friends that heâd be quick, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he follows you to the back of the school, an annoyed expression on his face as he counted the seconds, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.
âWhat is it?â Gojo grumbles as he blows a piece of hair out of his eyes.
âIâm sorry for taking you away from your friends, but I just wanted to talk about us. Are we okay?â
He shrugs his shoulders, turning his head to face away from you, not wanting to see the desperate expression you had on your face. It pissed him off to no end that you couldnât take a hint. It was his fault, hitting on someone like you in the first place.
âI donât know.â
âDo you still wanna be with me?â
âI donât know.â
You felt your heart crumble, even when you were expecting this, even when you had mentally prepared yourself for this, but your efforts were futile. If it could, your heart wouldâve been shattered right now. Your bottom lip temples lightly before you force yourself to continue, taking in a deep breath.
âDo you still love me?â
â...â
âBecause I love you. Please, Satoru. Letâs work this out. Iâm sure we can. Is it me? Did I make you mad? Please tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it. I want to fix us. Please.â You beg, tears streaming down the apple of your cheeks as you desperately grab his hands, placing them on your cheeks as you sob.
âWell I donât, okay? I donât wanna fix us. I lost interest in you for a reason. I got what I wanted and I donât want anymore, okay? Can you understand that? I was an angel for putting up with you in the first place.â He spits before continuing, now pushing you against the wall.
âYouâre too clingy. You always wanna be with me and I hate it. It was cute at first but it shows just how dependent you are, you can't do anything for yourself. Pathetic.â
âP-Please...stop.â You cry, desperately wiping the tears from your eyes as he glares at you, his height causing you to crane your neck to look up at him.
âIâm not even done yet.â
___
âPrincess. Hey. Y/n?â
You snap out of your daydream, eyes landing on Gojoâs concerned face, your hand now in his larger hands, holding you so gently as if you were the same fragile girl you were back then in high school.
âOh. Sorry. What were you saying?â
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âYou dumbass. You let her meet up with her ex alone?â Choso loudly exclaims starling Yuuji who sat in his arms.
âWhat am I supposed to do? Stop her?â
âNo, but you shouldâve made your intentions with her clear. You know youâre in love with her--â
âI am not.â
â--Yeah well there's some type of feelings there. We have to go follow her. Gojo Satoruâs a fuckinâ bastard and we gotta make sure sheâs alright.â Choso hastily puts Yuuji down, instructing him to get changed and to come down right after.
âWhy do you care so much anyway? Itâs not your problem?â Sukuna asks, slightly feeling his cheeks heat up as he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, avoiding his brother's smug gaze, feeling embarrassed.
âI care because youâre my brother.â He smiles softly, placing his hand on top of Sukunaâs head, his brother now allowing the action. âIâm the eldest. I live and care for my younger brothers.â He pats his head one last time before hollering for Yuuji to hurry, causing Yuuji to almost tumble down the stairs.
âAlright alright get in the car.â
âHey, big bro, are we going after Y/n? Weâre going after her right?â He speaks as he buckles himself into his car seat, slightly struggling with the belt on his chest which Sukuna helps him with as Choso starts the car.
âYeah, we are. We just gotta make sure sheâs safe.â He huffs, settling back in his seat as they back out of the driveway. Sukuna takes a deep breath, placing a hand over his heart in an attempt to calm himself down.
It was an unfamiliar feeling, the anxiety that was constricting his lungs, sitting on his chest like a rock. His stomach feels queasy and his fingertips are ice cold. What if you chose Gojo over him? It wasnât as if Sukuna showed any romantic feelings towards you, only coaxing you to have sex with him.
Heâs unsure of when the sex stopped being just sex. At times he found himself admiring you as you slept, his chest warm and a slight smile on his face. He felt his heart beat a little harder whenever you walked into a room, especially when you looked and cared for Yuuji so lovingly.
He wants that. He wants you to care for him the same way.
âBig bro...Are you gonna be like Howl and sweep big sis off her feet?â He asks innocently, unaware of the weight of his question.
âIf she wants me to.â
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âIâm sorry but Iâm not getting back together with you.â You scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest. Gojo Satoru had nothing but the audacity, asking you for so much when he knew he wouldnât reciprocate.
âDoes this have anything to do with that guy this morning?â He questioned, brow raised.
You stay silent, hands no back in your lap as you avoid his gaze. The anxiety you feel is overwhelming, bile rising your throat at the sudden confrontation. It wasnât as if you owed him an answer but why did you feel compelled to?
âYou know nobody else can make you feel the way I do. I still remember the day you begged for me to stay. I know you still feel the same way.â He rests his cheek against his palm, looking at you with such a loving look in his eyes that it made you feel sick.
âItâs useless, bunny. I know you still want me, still think about me. Itâs alright. I think about you too. Are you still mad about me dumping you? It was high school. Get over it. Youâre not a fucking child, Y/n.â He spits, expression souring.
He makes a move to grab your arm, but you were suddenly being pulled out of your seat and into someone elseâs arms. His familiar scent clouds you, calming down all the warning bells in your head that begged you to get yourself out of the situation. You allow yourself to melt even deeper into him, holding onto the arm that was currently around your waist.
âAre you good?â He asks, worries written all over his face as he examines you for any distress, but you feel nothing but peace being with him, the mere sight of Sukuna putting all your anxieties and doubts at ease.
âMhm,â
âSukuna, I thought I heard your voice this morning.â Gojo stands, both men towering above you as bystanders sneak glances, wondering if there was a brawl about to go down. Some looked excited while others looked as if they were debating on leaving. You side with the latter.
âYeah? What about it?â He hissed, gently placing you behind his larger frame as he approaches Gojo, a sneer on his face as he continues to size him up.
âDidnât know you were into sloppy seconds. Tell me, how does my dick taste?â Gojo smugly retorts. Sukuna feels himself snap, fist rearing back to put Gojo in his place but you beat him to it.
A loud âsmackâ resounded in the tiny coffee shop, shocking the bystanders as well as the men in front of you, their jaws slack and their eyes wide. Sukunaâs shocked expression turns into a smug one, arms crossed against his chest as he watches you handle the situation perfectly.
âFuck you, Gojo Satoru. I donât owe you shit. Donât ever call me again.â You seethe, grabbing Sukunaâs hand and storming out of the with Sukuna trailing quietly behind, secretly flipping off Gojo while simultaneously sticking his tongue out at him.
Sukuna quickly turns to you, stopping his tracks to prevent you from straying too far especially when Choso was still looking for a parking spot, hastily dropping him off in front of the shop to prevent anything worse from happening. He pulls you into a secluded alleyway before speaking.
âHey, hey, you okay? You did great. Youâre such a good girl for me.â He praises, cradling you close to his chest as he breathes in your scent, basking in the warmth your body radiated. He was suddenly reminded of how much he loves to have you in his arms.
âI-Iâm sorry you had to come after me.â
âI came after you because I wanted to. You didnât make me do shit, alright?â He pulls your face away from his chest to examine your pretty face, cheeks stained with tears and eyes all puffy, but you were still the same pretty girl in his eyes,
âYou mean it?â
âI do.â Sukuna takes it as an opportunity to kiss you full on the lips, slotting his slightly dry lips against your perfectly pouty ones, savouring your taste on his tongue as he cradles your cheek in one hand and squeezes your neck in the other, loving the feeling of your breath getting caught in your throat.
He peppers a few last kisses on your lips before pulling away, examining your blissful expression. He canât help but smile at you, your innocent expression causing his heart to hammer and his tummy to do somersaults.
âI like you. So fuckinâ much.â He breathes.
You smile and press a kiss to his nose. âI know. I heard this morning. I like you just as much.â
âYou heard me?â He asks incredulously.
âYeah, of course, I heard you. We were the only two people there and it was eight in the morning.â You deadpan, amusing yourself with the chains that currently hung on his neck, a grin spreading across his face as he peers down at you.
âSo whyâd you see that dumbass anyway?â Huffing as he kisses the corner of your mouth.
âBecause I wanted to tell him that I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. Because...I only want you. Only you.â Hiding your face in his chest as you feel his shoulder shake, silently laughing at you.
âYeah? Only me? Show me then.â
âUh no because weâre gonna get lunch now.â Choso suddenly butts in, startling the both of you as he stands at the opening of the alleyway, Yuuji sitting in his arms before quickly wiggling out of them, running towards you two with his arms wide open.
Taking him into your arms, he presses a kiss to your cheek.
âBig sis! Youâre just like Sophie now!â He giggles, patting the area he has just kissed, wiping the spit that he had left behind, causing Sukuna to poke him in the stomach, threatening him about kissing his girlfriend.
âIf you were in love,â he began, voice barely above a whisper, âWhat would be the most beautiful thing those lips of yours would utter?â
âYour name.â
REQUEST/WARNINGS. (royal au, mutual pining, praise kink ) fake dating au, mirror sex, slight manhandling, fingering, body marking, prejudice, mentions of abuse, injustice, and inequality + unedited (Iâm so lazy to edit tbh, Iâm so sorry, just bear with me if there are typos or grammatical errors)
Toji took the personal invitation to be your personal disaster.
REQUEST. toxic toji + enemies to greater enemies + toji railing reader in front of someone theyâre seeing because he doesnât want to see you happy but he doesnât want to âkeepâ you either
PAIRINGS. toxic toji x reader x mafia! leader noritoshi kamo (heâs just witnessing the fun, dw)
CONTENT/WARNINGS: rough sex, slight bloodplay, violence, toxic toji, toxic and abusive relationships, choking, begging kink (youâll be surprised in what way), degradation, mass murder, mentions of blood, cuckolding, overstimulation, reader is kind of crazy, hate fucking, neck slicing, ITâS DARK okay? unedited too, sorry for typos and grammatical errorsÂ
request: Girllllll I just read your jealous gojo fic and my heart went đđđđđ„đ„đ„ youre now one of my fav writers đđ§ââïžAnd the spicy parts đ«đ«đ« đ If your asks are still open, could I please request a fic where GOJO has a size kink đ„șđ„șđ„ș my 5â1 ass is obsessed with that shizzzzÂ
pov: youâre gojoâs childhood friend and roommate â which leads to utter chaos â or perhaps utter bliss?
warnings: size kink, lots of teasing, lots of cursing, dirty talk, choking (probably not in the way you think), body worship, lots of size difference scenes, slight manhandling, overstimulation, thigh fucking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (donât do this irl guys) + unedited fic :D
notes: idk what happened here LMAOOO but i loved writing this one because iâm short as hell too lol. thanks for this request anon, i hope you like it! <3
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