cw: explicit piv content, dubcon, semi-exhibitionism, spanking, slapping, biting, scratching, overstim, creampie, breeding kink, babytrapping? (childe), scissoring (mualani), praise, neuvillette has a dragon tail bc i said so but its not very relevant
kaeya
the spell hit him fast.
one second kaeya was joking with you over a drink, the next he was doubled over against the bar of angel's share with his hand clenched over his mouth, panting like he’d run from dragonspine. you barely had time to process the heat in his eyes before he was dragging you out the back door with a death grip on your wrist.
now you were pinned between the cold stone wall of angel’s share and the full length of his body, his thigh shoved between yours, coat pushed back, gloved hand under your skirt—in your panties.
“fuck,” he hissed, breath hot against your lips, “you feel that too, don’t you, pretty girl?”
you couldn’t answer—not with his fingers already sliding through your slick folds like he was starving, not with the way his cock strained against his pants, grinding against your thigh. he chuckled low in his throat, even as he panted like a dog in heat.
“abyss bastards must be getting creative,” he muttered, teeth scraping along your jaw. “should’ve known something was wrong when i started picturing you bent over the bar…”
he pressed a kiss to your throat, then bit it—not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make you gasp and grip his shoulders. he moaned when you did, hips twitching. the sound was obscene.
“you’re so wet for me,” he whispered. “you like seeing me like this? all hot and desperate? hah… you always were a bit of a tease.”
you didn’t get a chance to shoot back. he yanked your panties aside with one hand and unbuckled his belt with the other, his movements clumsy and frantic—not like him. the spell had stripped away all the usual smooth bravado. his hands trembled. his lips were parted. and when he finally sank into you, the noise he made was almost vulnerable.
“ohh… fuck, fuck—archons, you’re tight—‘m gonna lose it,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “shit, you’re gonna milk me dry, pretty girl…”
your back hit the wall with each thrust, hard and fast, the way only someone out of his mind with lust could manage. he couldn’t keep quiet—every breath came with a moan, a whispered praise, a filthy promise.
“so fuckin’ good, baby. taking me so well. gonna fill you up right here where anyone could walk out and see.”
you whimpered his name and he lost it.
one hand fisted in your hair, the other dragging your leg higher around his hip as he slammed into you with a growl. “say it again,” he panted. “say my name, beg for it—i wanna hear you sob it while i ruin you.”
your thighs trembled. your nails dug into his coat. and when your orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave, kaeya snapped.
he fucked you through it, chasing his own release, rutting into your soaked cunt like a man possessed. when he came, he bit your shoulder to muffle the sound, cock pulsing deep inside you as hot cum spilled out around him, dripping down your thighs onto the cobblestones below.
neither of you moved for a moment. just panting. trembling. pressed together in the shadows.
then he tilted his head and smirked.
“…think diluc would mind if we used the spare bedroom upstairs?”
xiao
he warned you not to follow him.
the abyss mage had vanished into the night, but whatever cursed aura it left behind clung to xiao like smoke. he staggered onto the balcony, breath ragged, arm trembling as he gripped the railing like it was the only thing keeping him sane.
“don’t—come near me,” he snarled, voice hoarse, teeth clenched like he was in pain.
you’d never seen him like this. sweat glistened on his brow, hair stuck to his neck, and when he looked over his shoulder at you, his golden eyes were wide—wild.
“i can’t… i can’t control it. it’s crawling under my skin. my body’s burning.” his voice cracked on that last word, as if admitting it made the heat worse.
you stepped closer anyway. “xiao…”
“don’t,” he begged, backing into the shadows. “don’t say my name like that. i—i can’t—”
but then you reached out. you brushed your fingers against his and gasped at how hot he was—feverish, shaking.
he froze.
and when you looked up at him, wide-eyed, lower lip caught between your teeth in concern—
his last thread of will snapped.
xiao slammed you against the balcony wall in the blink of an eye, his body caging you in like a beast cornering its prey. his lips ghosted over your jaw, but he didn’t kiss you. he just breathed, fast and shallow, like he was scared that touching you would ruin everything.
“you looked at me like you trusted me,” he whispered, nails digging into your hips. “like i wasn’t dangerous. like i wasn’t… like this.”
you whispered his name again. that was it.
his mouth crashed down on yours—clumsy, desperate, teeth grazing your lips. his hands found your thighs, lifting you with ease, and his hips pressed against you, hard and already throbbing through his pants.
“i’m sorry,” he panted, forehead pressed to yours. “i can’t stop. i don’t want to stop.”
and he didn’t.
he shoved your underwear aside with shaking fingers, freeing his cock just enough to rut into you, his hips snapping forward with a raw, needy groan. you cried out at the sudden stretch—he was thick, trembling as he buried himself inside you in one hard thrust.
“fuck,” he gasped. “you’re… ngh—you’re perfect. too warm. too tight. i c-can’t…”
he tried to pull back—tried—but your walls clenched around him and his restraint crumbled to dust. he drove into you like a man possessed, every thrust harsher than the last, his voice a mess of choked moans and broken apologies.
“you shouldn’t be here,” he whimpered, “i was trying to protect you, i—shit, i’m going to cum—”
you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, anchoring him, and whispered “please. i want it.”
he shattered.
xiao buried his face in your neck, crying out as he emptied inside you, hips jerking, cum spilling deep and hot and fast. he trembled in your arms, still rutting shallowly like he couldn’t bear to be apart from your warmth just yet.
you stroked his hair. whispered his name again, this time with a smile.
he groaned softly.
“…you’re going to break me,” he breathed.
itto
“okay, but real talk—why do i feel like i’m gonna explode if i don’t stick it in you right now?”
itto’s voice was a breathy whine, his huge hands clinging to your waist like you were the last snack on earth. his abs were still glistening from your little one-on-one sparring match, and now he was hard—violently hard—bulging against his pants like his cock was trying to punch its way out.
“i’m serious!” he groaned, grinding into your hip with zero shame. “i was fine one second, then you looked at me with that little smile, and boom—boner. massive. painful. i think i’m dying.”
you blinked. “itto… you did get hit by a weird-looking abyss mage’s spell like, ten minutes ago.”
he stared blankly.
“oh. huh. that would explain the horny.”
you didn’t even get a chance to laugh before he was kissing you—sloppy, hungry, tongue already in your mouth and one of his massive hands groping your ass like he needed to memorize every inch. his other hand lifted you off the floor like you weighed nothing, slamming you down on the futon so hard it squeaked in protest.
“sorry! sorry,” he panted, already tugging your pants down. “i just—i can’t. babe, i need you. like, right now. right this second. please please please lemme cum in you, i swear i’ll be good—fuck—”
you tried to answer, but he already had your thighs pushed up and apart, cock out, flushed and angry looking, and he just lined up and shoved in with a groan so loud it shook the walls.
“haaahhh fuckkk, you’re so warm,” he slurred, eyes rolling back a little. “squeezin’ me so good, shit—babe, you made for this or somethin’?”
his hips slammed forward again. and again. and again. no rhythm. no restraint. just full-force, head-empty, dick-driven fucking. you were already gasping, clawing at his back for purchase, but itto was in his own world—moaning and muttering under his breath like a man in a trance.
“feel so good—ahh fuck, you’re takin’ it so well—y’like this? y’want me to go harder? i can go harder—”
“itto!” you gasped, seeing stars.
“fuck, yeah, say my name like that,” he groaned, hips pistoning faster. “archons, m’gonna cum, gonna cum—fuck, babe, i’m gonna—!”
and then he slammed all the way in and stayed there, cock twitching as he emptied himself deep inside you with a loud, wrecked moan. he didn’t even pause—just kept grinding into you, cum dripping out around his base, chasing that sweet friction.
“oh fuck, wait, you feel too good—i gotta keep goin’. just a little more, babe. c’mon. i’m so close. again. again.”
you whimpered, thighs trembling.
“...i think this spell’s still goin’,” he panted.
and then he smiled that dumb, hot, oni smile.
“guess we’re goin’ for round two, huh?”
alhaitham
he didn’t even flinch when the abyss mage cast it.
just let out a slow breath, adjusted his grip on his sword, and sliced the creature in two before it could vanish. you were panting behind him—relieved but shaken—barely even processing what had just happened before he turned to you with sharp, unreadable eyes.
“don’t panic,” he said, voice smooth, calm. too calm. “i’m aware of the spell’s effects.”
you blinked. “the what—?”
he was already walking toward you. unhurried. measured. the same way he read a book. the same way he always did everything.
“a focused aphrodisiac curse,” he said, sliding his gloves off. “localized. intensely hormonal. you’ll likely remain unaffected… but i’m already experiencing symptoms.”
you backed into a wall—gently, instinctively. his hand came up to cage your head, palm braced above your temple, and his mouth was suddenly much closer than it had been five seconds ago.
“which brings us to the solution.”
“w-what solution?” you breathed.
alhaitham leaned down and kissed you like he owned you—calm and composed but deep, tongue sliding over yours with slow, obscene confidence. by the time he pulled back, your head was spinning and your thighs were pressed together tight.
“the more i fuck you, the more the curse burns itself out.”
you gasped, but he was already sliding a hand down to your waistband. no shame. no hesitation. just firm, steady fingers tugging at your clothes like he’d already decided.
“you’re wet already,” he observed, voice low. “good. that makes this easier.”
and then he had you turned around—facing the stacks, bare ass pressed against his hips—and slid inside like he knew your body, like it was another formula he’d memorized and solved.
“you’ll tell me if it’s too much,” he muttered against your ear, hips rolling slow and deep. “but i don’t intend to stop until it wears off.”
your mouth dropped open in a soundless moan. he was thick, perfectly curved, bottoming out with every stroke like it was nothing. every time you tried to steady yourself, he’d just grab your hips tighter and fuck you harder—his voice still maddeningly even.
“look at you. arching for it already.”
one hand slid up your spine and curled gently around your throat—not choking, just there. a silent reminder of his control.
“do you like this?” he whispered. “do you like being used to stabilize my symptoms?”
you whimpered—no words, just a shaky nod—and he groaned low in his throat, pace picking up.
“you’re helping. so well, in fact, i might not stop even when it fades.”
your legs were trembling. your orgasm was building too fast, tight and unbearable and ravenous, and alhaitham just pressed his mouth to your ear and whispered:
“cum for me. now.”
you did, spasming around him, and he groaned like he’d been holding back for hours, slamming in deep and emptying himself inside you with a growl of satisfaction.
but he didn’t stop.
you flinched as he started moving again, slow and steady, already hard again, cock still stuffed inside your overstimulated pussy.
“the spell’s not done,” he said coolly, eyes half-lidded.
then he kissed your temple, softly.
“neither am i.”
neuvillette
it had been a quick fight. too quick for you to realize what the abyss mage had slipped into the room with—not until neuvillette turned to you afterward with wide, blown eyes and a tremble in his breath that made your chest seize.
“i—” he choked, his voice already hoarse. “i’ve been afflicted. please… please leave. i can’t—”
you took one step toward him, just one, and he shuddered, knees buckling slightly as he braced himself on the judge’s bench behind him. his breathing was ragged. his pupils had nearly eclipsed the soft blue of his eyes. and his whole body—
he was shaking.
“no,” you said quietly, “i’m not leaving you like this.”
that was when he snapped.
you weren’t even sure how fast he moved, only that suddenly your back was pressed to the polished wood of the bench, your legs forced open by large, trembling hands, and neuvillette was growling against your mouth as he kissed you like he’d been starving for centuries.
“i tried,” he rasped. “i tried to be noble. i tried to be good.”
he dragged his lips down your neck, his tongue darting out to taste your skin, and whimpered—an honest-to-archons whimper—as if the flavor of you was enough to undo him.
“but it hurts,” he choked. “it hurts so much. please let me… please—”
his cock was rock hard, thick and twitching in his trousers, already leaving a soaked, glistening patch on the front. he ground himself against your core like he couldn’t breathe otherwise—moaning deep in his throat as the pressure gave him momentary relief.
“i shouldn’t—do this,” he gasped. “i shouldn’t—use you this way—”
“but you need it,” you whispered, gripping his coat and pulling him closer. “don’t you?”
that was all it took.
he tore through your clothes—not with violence, but with urgency, reverence, desperation—and buried his face between your legs like a man sentenced to die. licked you until you were slick and dripping, trembling under his tongue, and then finally—finally—he pressed the head of his cock to your entrance and sank inside.
“ah—” he gasped, voice cracked and broken. “you’re perfect. too perfect. you shouldn’t—you shouldn’t let me—”
you cried out as he bottomed out. he was huge, stretching you wide, and every pulse of his cock sent a gush of wetness dripping down your thighs. he wasn’t even moving yet—just trembling, panting, holding himself back with visible agony.
“neuvillette,” you begged, wrapping your arms around him. “please. don’t hold back.”
his restraint shattered.
he fucked you against that bench like he was trying to drive the curse out of his bloodstream—deep, punishing thrusts that made your eyes roll back, your nails dig into his shoulders, your cunt tighten helplessly around him as slick soaked down your thighs and dripped onto the courtroom floor.
the whole time, he was moaning, whimpering things like:
“i’m sorry—so sorry—but you feel too good—”
“i need to cum—i have to cum—inside, inside—please—”
“won’t you let me breed you, mon ange? i can’t stop—i can’t stop—”
and you barely managed to scream his name before he came hard, hips slamming into yours as his cock throbbed and released a flood of hot, viscous cum inside you. the pressure was insane. it leaked out around him instantly, coating the wood below.
but he didn’t stop.
“still burning,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “still too hot. i need more—you—i need to keep going—”
and that dragon tail curled around your thigh as he started again, more desperate than before.
mualani
you should’ve known something was wrong the second her hands started trembling.
mualani was always warmth wrapped in sunshine. she laughed like wind chimes in the breeze, kissed you softly, and touched you like you were made of something softer than skin. there was always a flower in her hand and starlight in her smile. but now?
now she was staring at you like she didn’t know how to hold back.
the abyss spell shimmered faintly around her—silvery-green mist curling around her marked arms and flushed cheeks, catching in the light like dew. her lips were parted, giggling softly under her breath as she tried (and failed) to keep her thighs pressed together.
“oh,” she hiccuped, a little breathless, “i think i touched something i shouldn’t have… it tickled all the way up my spine. and now i can’t stop thinking about you. your skin, your thighs, your… everything—hahh, oh no, i’m so sorry, i sound crazy, don’t i?”
“mua,” you murmured, hands on her waist, trying to steady her. “it’s the spell. it’s messing with you—maybe we should sit down—”
but she just let out another soft, high giggle, burying her face in your neck. “too late. i already want you. i already need you.”
and then she was kissing you—light and fluttering at first, like she was trying to be good, trying to keep her usual sweetness intact. but her mouth was hot and needy, and the little noises spilling from her lips betrayed her. her whole body trembled, glowing with that blue-yellow aura, her vision pulsing around you like plankton caught in a whirlpool.
she gasped when your hand slid up under her skirt, clinging to you like she was melting. “i’m sorry—i’m sorry—i just—can i…? can i feel you?”
you nodded before your brain could catch up. “yeah. yes. please.”
she giggled again, all breathy and dazed. “hehe… you’re warm. i love that. i love you.”
clothes came off in soft, clumsy motions—skirts pushed up, lips still brushing, chests heaving. she kissed you all over, from your cheek to your hipbone, humming delightedly at every sigh you made. and then, with her face flushed and her pupils blown wide, she pressed her cunt to yours.
“oh—oh, goodness,” she gasped, head falling back. “you’re so wet. that’s from me, right? i made you feel that good already?”
you could barely breathe, let alone answer. her slick skin was grinding against yours, hips trembling as she moved—slow, at first, and then a little faster, moaning softly each time her clit brushed yours. her legs locked around your thigh and she rocked against you in tight little circles, giggles tumbling into gasps.
“mua,” you whimpered, clutching her waist. “fuck—mua, you feel so good—keep going, please don’t stop—”
“‘course i won’t,” she said, almost drunkenly, her face glowing. “i could stay like this forever. pretty girl, pretty girl, you’re so soft. so perfect.”
her hands curled into yours as your slick bodies slid together, mess building between you. the moss below was damp with sweat and arousal, petals crushed under your bodies. you couldn’t stop moaning—your voices tangling in the air, high and desperate, hips grinding harder and faster until your thighs started to shake.
“i’m gonna cum,” she whined, voice all shaky and high-pitched. “please—cum with me—want you to make a mess with me—”
“i’m—fuck, yes, mualani, yes—!”
you clung to each other like vines, bodies trembling as the heat shattered between you. you came in sync—sobbing, grinding through it, her giggles dissolving into little gasps and praise.
she collapsed against you, face buried in your neck, giggling and sighing all at once. “oops.” she whispered, grinning.
your thighs were still shaking. “mua. you nearly killed me.”
“don’t be silly,” she said, eyes glittering. “i don't think this is wearing off anytime soon.”
and then she was sliding her leg back between yours again, breath catching.
“again?” she whispered.
you just pulled her closer. “again.”
childe
“fuck—! ajax—!”
he laughs, low and breathless, as he slams into you again—your knees sliding against the furs beneath you, snow melting into steam around your tangled bodies.
“you say my name like it’s gonna save you, pretty girl,” he pants, one hand tangled in your hair, the other squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. “but it won’t. not from this.”
the spell hit him mid-fight, some abyss mage’s last-ditch effort before childe sliced him clean through. and at first? he brushed it off. laughed it off. “ha, what’s this? a love spell? cute.”
until he caught your scent.
and then it was over.
he dragged you into a half-collapsed tent behind enemy lines, tossed you down like a prize, and now? he’s ruining you—balls-deep, unrelenting, grinning even as he snarls.
“you sure this was a spell?” he growls, teeth grazing your ear as he fucks you through another wave of overstimulation. “because i’ve wanted to bend you over like this since day one. maybe the abyss just helped me along.”
your body jerks with each thrust, moaning his name like it’s the only word you know. he’s so deep it’s like he’s trying to breed you, to plant himself inside you until he can’t be removed.
“look at you,” he coos, licking a stripe up your neck. “so cockdrunk, so fucking needy. what’s wrong, sweetheart? don’t tell me you like when the enemy wins.”
you sob out his name, and he slaps your ass, cock twitching deep inside you.
“say it louder. let them hear.”
you scream for him—broken, breathless—and he fucking shudders.
“ohhh fuck, yeah. that’s it. let ‘em know you’re mine now. that this sweet little body belongs to the fatui’s number 11.”
he fucks you harder. deeper. his cock stretching you open like your cunt was made for him. and then he pulls you up by the hair, flush against his chest, his breath hot and shaky against your ear.
“i’m gonna cum inside you,” he whispers, biting down. “and when this spell wears off, you’ll still feel it. still leak with me for days. and if we’re lucky? i’ll knock you up too. make sure the abyss spell sticks with you for life.”
your thighs quake. your orgasm hits like a bomb. and behind you, childe laughs again, full of heat and madness and pure fucking obsession.
“guess we’re both victims of the spell now, huh, baby?”
dainsleif ― bonus!
you don’t remember how the fight ended. just the burst of dark magic cracking through your ribs like lightning, and then—heat.
not just arousal. not something manageable. no. it’s suffocating. a deep, clawing ache in your womb that pulses harder with every breath of dainsleif’s scent.
he drags you to safety. sets up camp. checks your wounds. all while you tremble, every touch of his gloved hands burning you alive.
you try to hide it at first—gripping your thighs, biting your lip raw. but your whimper gives you away, and his head snaps toward you.
“…it affected you.”
you nod, shaking. desperate. so fucking wet it’s dripping onto the furs. and dain? he just sighs. gentle. almost pitying. he pulls off his gloves with slow precision.
“lie back.”
“w-what?”
his voice stays calm. measured. but his eyes—glowing, unreadable—pin you in place.
“you need relief. you’ll burn through your own mind if you don’t get it. i’m not affected by the abyss’ magic... but i can offer you my body.” he pauses. “use me. however you need.”
your brain short-circuits.
then you’re climbing on top of him, fingers digging into his shoulders, sobbing his name as you sink down onto his cock for the first time.
and fuck, he’s big. thick. heavy. stretching you open perfectly—and you don't even care. you need it. you ride him like you’ll die without it, hips snapping down hard, tears spilling down your cheeks as your cunt flutters around him.
“dain—! dain, please, i can’t— i need more, i need—”
he grips your hips, steady but unyielding, holding you open as you bounce on him.
“shhh,” he breathes, voice like silk. “take what you need. i’m not going anywhere.”
and you do. you fuck yourself on his cock until your thighs shake and your moans turn hoarse. until your pussy is soaked and red and raw, clenching down again and again like it never wants to let go.
dain watches the whole thing. chest rising slowly, lips parted, but never losing control. just… observing. letting you devour him.
“you’re beautiful like this,” he murmurs eventually, one hand smoothing up your back. “even consumed by madness. so full of need… like the abyss carved its hunger into you.”
you cry out as another orgasm crashes through you, pussy milking him—and only then does he shift, just enough to thrust up into you once. a warning.
“that’s enough,” he says, voice low. “you’ve taken your fill. now it’s my turn.”
you blink through the haze—and then dain flips you. presses you into the furs and fucks you so deep you swear you can taste it, murmuring about how good you feel, how well you took him, how he’s going to fuck the abyss right out of you—
until you can’t think. can’t breathe. can’t exist without him.
and through it all, dain holds you like something sacred. a relic to be cherished. a temple overtaken by hunger and worshipped with every thrust of his cock.
choso promising to only rub against you but ends up stuffing you full anyway !
choso had just dicked you down so good not even an hour ago, left you all messy and shaky on the sheets with his cum still leaking slow out of your overworked little pussy. you could barely move, legs trembling every time you tried to shift, sore in the best way possible. your whole body felt like jelly, clit still pulsing faintly from how hard he’d made you cum earlier, walls all puffy and sensitive inside.
and yet there he was again... hovering over you with those big pleading puppy eyes, cock already rock-hard and drooling a thick bead of precum against your thigh. he looked so desperate, cheeks flushed dark pink, lips parted like he was starving for you all over again.
“baby please,” he whined so soft that you almost melted right there. “just wanna feel you again… jus’ rub it on your pussy, i swear. won’t put it in. promise.”
his voice cracked a little at the end, hips already rocking tiny desperate thrusts against you like he couldn’t control himself. you knew he was lying to himself more than to you, but god— he sounded so needy, so sweet, biting his lip and gazing down at you like you were his whole world... how could you say no when he begged like that? especially when yourw still so full of him from earlier that the thought of taking him again made your clit throb even thru the ache, even if your poor pussy begged for a break.
“okay… only rubbing, cho,” you mumbled softly. “be good, yeah?”
he nodded frantically, leaning down to kiss your jaw, your cheek, your nose like he was trying to thank you with every gentle press of his lips. his hands shook a little as he nudged your thighs apart wider, still sensitive and sticky from his earlier load. he groaned low in his throat the second the fat head of his cock kissed your swollen folds, sliding up thru the mess of cum and slick with one slow drag that made your breath hitch.
“f-fuck— you’re so wet still… so warm,” he breathed against your mouth, hips stuttering already as he dragged himself back down, coating his length in the slick leaking out of you.
he kept it slow at first, just gliding his thick cock along your slit, the wet filthy sound of it echoing every time he nudged ur clit - loud squelches that made heat pool in your belly despite the soreness. you whimpered every time he caught your entrance but didn’t push in, thighs quivering around his waist as his tip bumped your clit so perfectly, sending little sparks through your nerves. his pre mixed with your slick and his earlier cum, making everything even messier, strings of it connecting his cock to yourr pussy lips each time he pulled back.
“feels so good, baby… your pussy’s sucking at me even when i’m not inside,” he panted, his voice wrecked and husky. he rolled his hips, his tip catching just right so you arched with a broken moan, nails scratching lightly at his arms.
but then his hips twitched harder.
and harder.
the head caught - just barely notched inside your fluttering hole and he froze, breathing ragged and uneven. you felt the stretch already, your walls clenching greedily around the intrusion even tho you were still so tender.
“cho— wait—” you tried to warn, hands pushing weakly at his chest, but you voice came out all breathy and weak.
“‘m sorry...” he choked out immediately, but he didn’t pull back. instead, he sank in one thick devastating inch, eyes fluttering shut like he was in heaven. your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open on a silent sob because fuck— he was still so big, stretching you open all over again when your walls were already puffy and raw from earlier. the burn mixing with pleasure, your pussy gushing more slick around him as he inched deeper.
“just—jus’ the tip, baby, please,” he begged against your lips even as his hips rolled forward again, feeding you another fat inch that made you gasp sharp. “you’re so tight… can’t— can’t think when ur squeezing me like that… fuck, your pussy’s so hot inside, all creamy from earlier…”
he was already bottoming out before he even finished the sentence, cock buried to the hilt in one long greedy slide that punched the air out of your lungs. you cried out sharp and high, nails digging into his broad shoulders, legs kicking uselessly against the mattress as he filled you completely, balls pressed snug against your ass. the mess from earlier squelched out around his base, his old cum pushed deeper or leaking out in thick globs, coating the sheets in sticky filth.
“cho— s’too much—!” you sobbed, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming stretch.
“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry...” he babbled, kissing all over your face in frantic apology even as he started fucking you in deep punishing strokes that made the bed creak. “can’t help it— h-haahh... you feel too fucking good— pussy’s milking me so hard, baby… gripping me like you don’t wanna let go…”
he planted both feet firm on the mattress, knees bent high, hips angled so he could drill even deeper, folding you practically in half with your knees shoved up near your ears.
you were helpless like that, completely open for him while he pounded down into you like he was trying to carve himself into your guts, every thrust punching a wet squelch out of your stuffed cunt. creamy white rings of cum and slick frothed at the base of his cock, smearing messy across both of your thighs, dripping down your ass and pooling on the sheets in nasty puddles.
the sounds were so lewd.. sloppy wet slaps mixed with your broken cries and his guttural grunts, the air in the room thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
choso was so into it - grunting low and animalistic, sweat dripping off his forehead onto your collarbone, muttering the nastiest and sweetest things against your tear-streaked cheeks while his hips snapped brutal and relentless. his cock dragged thick and heavy along your walls, bullying your g-spot with every deep plunge, veins pulsing against your sensitive spots until your mind went mushy.
“taking me so well… my good girl… look at this pretty pussy swallowing every inch— fuck, you’re made for this cock, yeah? made to get fucked stupid like this… your walls are fluttering so tight around me, baby, like you’re begging for more even tho you’re sobbing…”
you could barely hear him over the wet slapping sounds and your own broken sobs, your body jolting with every harsh thrust. your brain felt melted, thoughts gone, nothing left except the delicious drag of him inside you, splitting you open over and over, the way his tip almost kissed your cervix deep enough to make stars burst behind your eyelids.
your hands scrabbled uselessly at his toned back, clinging to all that hard muscle while he used you like his personal fuck doll, pounding you so hard your tits bounced and your legs shook against him. slick squirted out around his cock on particularly rough thrusts, spraying fine and messy, making everything even sloppier as he beat your pussy up without mercy.
“cho... mnnghh s’big— too big—!” you hiccuped, tears spilling hot down your pretty face, body trembkling uncontrollably.
“i know baby, i know,” he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth, licking at the salty tears with a soft hum. “but you take it so pretty… look so cute crying on my dick… gonna cum again for me? gonna let me fill u up twice tonight, hm? yoir pussy’s already so full, but i’ll stuff you even more, yeah? make you leak for days…”
you couldn’t even answer. just wailed when he ground deeper and stayed there, impaling you full of his dick, pulsing hot while bullying your g-spot until your whole body locked up and you came so hard you saw white, your pussy clenching vise-tight around him, gushing slick that soaked his balls and the sheets.
“shiiit— that’s a good girl... cumming for me like that— yeah baby... m’cumming too fuck—!” he followed right after with a choked groan, hips jerking erratic while he pumped another thick load into you, so much it overflowed immediately and spilling out in warm spurts around his shaft, dripping down your crack and ruining everything even more in hot sticky waves.
when he finally collapsed on top of you, still buried deep and twitching inside, both of you were a sweaty sticky mess, breathing heavily and tangled up.
he leaned down and pressed soft kisses to your throat, mumbling sorry’s and i love you’s like he hadn’t just railed you into next week, his hands stroking your sides gentle now.
you caught your breath for a minute, then patted his back weakly, voice hoarse.
“…sex ban. starting tomorrow.”
he froze. lifted his head. blinked those big round eyes at you all innocent.
“wait— wha—”
“yep. sex ban. no more pussy for a week.”
he pouted so dramatically you almost laughed despite how ruined you felt, lips trembling like a kicked puppy.
“…but baby—”
“no buts. you’re on timeout, big guy.”
he dropped his face into your neck with the saddest little whine, already trying to negotiate with tiny kisses along your skin, mumbling how he’d be good next time.
he was sooo fucked. literally and figuratively.
note. again... not proofread so sorry for the typos or any errors if there’s any !
Synopsis: You’ve always had a hard time standing up for yourself. Your new roommate loves that about you.
(Warnings: yandere, dark content, manipulation, slight exhibitionism, forced voyeurism(?), non-con, gojo being a freak)
It was a clerical error.
Gojo Satoru wasn’t supposed to have a roommate because he was Gojo Satoru. The apartment was specifically his, as most things were.
You were a mistake.
The administration apologized to you both. They’d fix it in no time, they promised. This would only last a month before you’d move to your permanent residence.
You didn’t mind the error. His apartment was large and expansive, and you’d already unpacked your stuff. The plan was to keep you there until everybody settled in for the semester, and then they could swap you out to an empty room.
Gojo didn’t seem to mind too much either. You assumed he’d be a bit more irritated with the situation, but his lax nature was a pleasant surprise. You wouldn’t necessarily call the two of you close, but you weren’t on bad terms either.
Positive, is the better word. Not exactly neutral, but not too friendly either. You existed on the edges of each other's peripherals, and you were pretty happy with that. Gojo wasn’t a bad roommate either. He kept the apartment mostly clean and didn’t leave any food out. You thought you’d have to deal with loud parties; he seemed like the type, but the tiny circle he gravitated towards never overstayed its welcome.
The only issue was the music.
It wasn’t bad music. You enjoyed his taste. You would just rather not hear it blasting through the walls at 2 am.
A roommate disagreement. It’s the first one you’ve ever had.
You want to do this right. Your biggest worry is offending him. You spend days figuring out the best way to approach him. You look up ways to gently bring up disagreements between your roommate. You fill a bag with treats and sweets–the kinds you’ve seen him munch on before. You even write a letter because you know how flighty you get in these situations, and you can’t thank him enough for all that he’s done for you, but if he could just maybe perhaps slightly–
“-So you just want me to turn the music down?” Gojo interrupts your rambling.
He’s sitting on the sofa, one leg across the other. You remain standing, too strung up to really relax. The paper you were reading out loud crinkles as you fold it back up.
“Yeah.” You mumble. “If you can.”
He takes another candy you’d gifted him, popping it in his mouth.
“Yeah, sure.” He shrugs, as if it were hardly an inconvenience.
You, on the other hand, nearly deflated in relief. You didn’t expect it to be so simple. You were half-preparing for the possibility that he’d blow up at you and go back to administration, demanding your eviction. Everything was resolved so easily.
“Thank you.” A genuine smile graces your lips.
Gojo hums. The candy cracks between his teeth.
“You’re pretty shy, huh?” He tilts his head, studying you.
A laugh escapes your throat. Nervous.
“I just don’t like confrontation,” you admit.
Gojo nods, returning your wave when you say your goodbyes. You think nothing of the exchange. Hours later, you’re still riding the high of how effortless it all went.
⌂
Two things change today.
First, Gojo is up this morning.
He’s never up this early. Usually, you only hear him moving around at noon. You’re the early bird, not him. You never minded his routine. If anything, you appreciated that you ran on separate schedules.
Second, he was naked.
Gojo typically dresses conservatively: T-shirts, sweatpants, hoodies. He adorns the look of a typical college student most days. His tastes are a bit on the expensive side, considering how casually he wears luxury brands, but he’s mostly covered up.
Today, Gojo walks around the kitchen in nothing but boxers.
You’re awkwardly standing in the hallway. You want to go back to your room and hide out until he leaves, but you’re already running late for class. Briefly, you think about keeping your head locked on the ground and slinking out the door. Maybe, if you’re lucky, he won’t notice you.
You aren’t that lucky.
Gojo looks at your miserable figure. There’s no embarrassment about how little he’s dressed. No apologies. No stutters that will make you feel the tiniest bit human. He bares his white teeth as he smiles.
“‘Morning, roomie!” He chirps.
You repeat the pleasantry with far less enthusiasm. You avoid looking at him directly, preferring to look at the counter, the floor, the refrigerator, anywhere that didn’t have Gojo in it.
This was normal, you kept repeating to yourself. This is his house. You’re practically a squatter. He should be comfortable in his own home. He should wear whatever he wants.
Besides, now you can make the most of your situation. You first considered skipping breakfast, given his situation. Now that the worst has happened, you could grab an apple or something.
You slip past him. You think Gojo is making some type of smoothie, but you refuse to look directly at him to confirm. The fruit basket is right at your fingertips. You start to swipe the first one you can grab before making your escape.
Something presses against your back, caging you against the counter. You freeze. You feel hard muscle as Gojo reaches up to mess with the cabinets.
“Sorry.” Gojo casually excuses, rifling through the shelves. “I’ll just be a second.”
One second.
Five seconds. He’s still there. Your knuckles are white from how hard you’re gripping the counter.
“Gojo–”
“My music didn’t bother you last night, did it?” He asks.
For a second, you wonder if that’s why he was doing this. Maybe you had offended him earlier with your complaint. But you don’t hear any resentment in his voice. He sounds cheerful.
Delighted, even.
“No,” you say, “it was fine.”
He hums. When he finally pulls away, you get your autonomy back. You scramble away from the counter, not wanting to get caught again.
“That’s good,” He says, “I’m glad you were upfront about this. We’re roommates! No use in hating eachother, right?”
Temporary roommates, you correct in your head.
“Also, we should use our first names from now on, roomie.” Gojo continues. “We should speak more comfortably.”
Fine, whatever. You just wanted to leave.
He suddenly leans in so he’s eye-to-eye with you. You hadn’t noticed it before, but his gaze is intense. You try to back away, but there’s nowhere to go.
“Say it.” He lowers his voice. “Sa-to-ru.”
It feels like he’s mocking you, but you can’t seem to find the joke.
“Satoru,” you obey.
He smiles.
“Yeah.” He pulls away. “Just like that.”
⌂
After a couple of washes, you finally notice its absence.
It wasn’t the most expensive of your collection, but it was still pretty pricey. You liked the silk material and the dark red color. It was your favorite pair of panties.
You skulk around the apartment, hoping it just fell from the basket. That, or the washer ate it. You tried not to think of the other option.
Days pass, and you give up searching. You decide to forget about it. You have other pairs. It’s not the end of the world.
A part of you thinks about asking Satoru, but you’re quickly squashing it down. No way would you willingly ask him something so embarrassing. You just toss it to the back of your mind, hoping it will just show up again.
And then, Satoru invites you into his room.
It’s not exactly an invitation. When you’re trudging home from class, he pops out from his room, excitedly telling you about a TV show before you’re being dragged inside. You’re not a big fan of the genre, and you have no interest in the show. It doesn’t matter to Satoru. You’re forced to sit on his bed as the characters on screen follow the script.
He’s doing that a lot lately. Interrupting. Invading. You keep brushing off the thought that he’s testing you, somehow.
“Roomie, this guy is so annoying.” Satoru comments. “Don’t worry, he dies in the next episode, so you don’t have to suffer for long.”
You say nothing as he casually spoils the show for you. Honestly, you couldn’t care less. You were getting a little bored. Your eyes wander around his room. It’s cleaner than you thought it’d be. A few clothes are scattered around. A college hoodie hangs off the door. There are all sorts of papers on his desk, each is covered in meaningless algorithms you can’t decipher, and you suddenly remember he’s a physics major. You ask about maybe getting some math help from him later on, before you’re brushing that thought away.
There’s a snap of fingers. Your gaze drifts back to Gojo.
“Roomie, pay attention!” He whines, urging you back to the screen.
There are only 10 minutes of the show left. Fine, you sit there, counting down the minutes until you can make your escape.
Satoru’s hand brushes the edge of your bare thigh.
He’s not exactly touching. You two are sitting pretty close. He was just sitting comfortably, resting his weight on his hands. It’s barely a touch, but it’s there. You can feel his fingers on your skin.
He doesn’t move his hand back. It’s more likely because he doesn’t notice, you convince yourself. You’re overthinking things again.
He shifts. His hand slips even closer.
When you try to open your mouth, he hushes you with a, “This is the best part!” and all the courage leaves your body again.
It feels like hours until the credits finally roll. Satoru steps off the bed to turn off the TV, and you make your move too, eager to find refuge in your room.
“Oh yeah.” His voice stops you in your tracks. “What did you want to talk about earlier?”
You stare. It feels crazy to bring up what happened just now. See? He didn’t even notice.
But now, you have nothing to say, and saying nothing feels like a lie.
“Did you see something in your laundry?” You blurt out before you can even think.
Satoru encapsulates a picture-perfect replication of an innocent doe. He tilts his head in confusion.
“Like what?” He asks.
Dark red panties, with just the hint of lace. You can’t say it. You just can’t.
“I think we might’ve swapped some clothes.” You unhelpfully murmur. “If you see anything…just let me know.”
He nods. “Sure thing, Roomie!” He calls to you as you hurry back into your room and lock the door.
Soon, Satoru’s actions turn less ambivalent.
Sometimes, you’d hear him once or twice in the middle of the night. He’s loud. The walls thankfully muffle most of it, but you know what he’s doing. You usually just plug in your headphones and try not to look at him the next day. So far, things have worked out pretty well.
Today, his door is wide open as he jerks off.
You’re standing right next to your own door, mouth agape, forced to listen to his moans and babbles for five minutes. You’re already late for class.
But you can’t bring yourself to even open your door.
To get out of the apartment, you’d have to cross Satoru’s room. The one that is currently open, where you’d see him stroking his dick.
You know this is going too far. You needed to fucking do something already. There’s no way you can be kept a prisoner in your own home.
And yet, you stay, forced to listen to him openly masturbate.
“Fuck yes,” you can hear him say over and over again. “Just a little more, pretty girl. C’mon, just a bit–there we fucking go.”
He’s talking to someone. No, that’s not right. He’s fantasizing about someone.
More babblings and you’re squeezing your eyes shut as he comes. He curses again, and you stand there until you no longer want to melt into the floor.
A few minutes later, you’re stomping around the room, trying to be as noisy as possible. You loudly adjust your bookbag and fiddle with your chair. You try to give him as much time as possible.
By the time you come out, the apartment is back to normal. His door is still open. You stare straight ahead, ignoring the clear invitation to look as you pass his room.
“Hey, Roomie.” Satoru casually calls from his place on the bed.
You nearly trip over your own feet. Satoru gives a hiss.
“You good?” He asks.
No.
“Yes.” You adjust your bag. “Just tripped.”
“Okay.” You hear him shift. His bed creaks under the weight. “Have fun at class, pretty girl.”
You slam the door a lot harder than you should. You were ten minutes late for class that day, but it doesn’t matter. As much as you tried to focus on your professor’s drones, your mind kept drifting to the name he called you right before you fled.
No, no it couldn’t be. You needed to forget about it.
Also, he was holding something in his hand. You didn’t know for sure, you didn’t want to stare but…
…it was a dark red piece of fabric.
⌂
You like it when Satoru’s friends come over. They create a buffer between you and him.
These days, you aren’t in the apartment as much. You’re out early. You come in late. You aren’t avoiding Satoru. You talk to him when he talks to you. You listen to whatever ramblings he has that day. You aren’t avoiding Satoru.
Today is one of the few times he manages to catch you. Maybe you should count yourself lucky that he did it today, because Suguru was here.
He lounges on the sofa as Satoru drags you behind him. Suguru barely glances up from his phone. He’s pretty used to Satoru’s antics. You aren’t.
Satoru plops right next to his friend, picking up his remote.
“Okay, we’re ready,” he says before frowning and glancing around. “There’s no more space.”
He’s right. Both men are big, barely overcrowding the minuscule couch. You awkwardly loiter nearby as they both set up. You open your mouth, ready to say that you were fine with not joining, that you didn’t really care about a video game, no matter how awesomely Satoru described it.
Satoru’s grin is filled with nothing but delight as he turns to you.
“Here–” he eagerly pats his lap “–I've got plenty of space left, pretty girl.”
You blanch, and his smile just grows wider. He starts to reach for you before his friend steps in.
Suguru shoves him off the couch. Satoru dramatically collapses onto the floor.
“Don’t be a dick.” Geto chides before motioning you to sit.
You take a seat, with a relieved smile directed at Geto. Satoru grumbles from his spot on the floor, but he doesn’t try to move back as you thought he would.
“I can’t believe you’re abusing me in my own home,” Satoru complains. “Where I pay rent.”
“Your parents pay rent, you trust fund baby.” Geto is more than happy to refute.
“Same thing.” Satoru rolls his eyes. “It’ll all go to me in the end.”
Out of all of Satoru’s friends, Suguru seemed to have the biggest hold on his collar. They seemed close. Maybe their friendship had spanned years before college. You don’t know if anyone could bear to be around Satoru for that long, but maybe Suguru is that exception.
You think you spend about an hour watching them play. You aren’t too interested in video games, much less combat games, but they seem to get a kick out of it. Eventually, Gojo demands to play with you. Geto relinquishes his remote to your reluctant hands, more than happy to go back to his phone.
“Damn.” Satoru laughs as he kills you for the 4th time. “You’re bad at this.”
You frown at the YOU LOSE on your side of the screen.
“I haven’t played this before,” you respond.
“I can tell.”
He doesn’t seem particularly upset that his new gaming partner sucks. If anything, the more he kills you, the wider his smile gets.
“We should place bets.” He suddenly pipes up. “However looses a round: strips.”
You shrink. Geto rolls his eyes.
“Satoru, stop bullying your roommate and play the game.” He leans back. “Let the poor thing breathe.”
He whirls around to look at you with wide eyes. You can’t tell whether he’s being genuine. You glance away.
“Yeah.” You fiddle with the remote. “I know.”
“See, it’s fine!” Instantly, Satoru forgets the game. He crowds into the couch to circle his arm around you, pulling you into his side. “You’re the only person who understands my humor, pretty girl.” He sighs.
“This sounds more and more like a hostage situation.” Suguru idly comments.
But when you look at him, really look at him, you can see the apathy clear in his eyes.
Maybe that’s why they got along so well.
“Shut up.” Satoru snaps.
“You’ll tell me, though, right?” Satoru says as he snuggles even closer. “If I’m going too far?”
You want him to get off of you. You know he knows, too.
“I will.” You say instead.
Satoru grins, continuing to swaddle you with his body.
“See?” He blows a raspberry in Suguru’s direction. “My Roomie loves me.”
⌂
Sometimes you prefer to be alone with Satoru. He just gets worse with more people around.
The club he dragged you into was smoky, with the occasional lights that flicked and changed colors, illuminating the floor. It was crowded. Someone spilled a drink on the floor earlier that night. The sweet sticky scent lingered in the air.
Satoru had brought a couple of other people too, more than happy to stuff the lot of you into his car before driving off. One of Satoru’s other friends, Shoko, was here somewhere. Suguru was here too, but you lost sight of him sometime back. You, standing against the wall, wonder if you could take a bus back to the apartment.
The only person in your line of sight was Satoru.
Earlier, he’d asked if you wanted to dance. You declined. You thought he’d make a bigger fuss out of it, like usually he does when you don’t fully accommodate him. Instead, he shrugged off your rejection, casually tossing over his shoulder to ‘join in at any time’.
Someone else was with him. She was shorter than him, even with the heels. You watch as she drags manicured nails across his arms as he leans down to kiss her. You doubt they know each other. Satoru’s just like that. Overly friendly.
It reminds you of all the people he brings over for ‘late-night study sessions’. Apart from the noise, you don’t mind the girls and guys. Most of them are pretty nice. They actually give you a lot of relief whenever you see them. For a second there, you thought that the reason Satoru was doing this to you was that he–
So yes, the people he brings over are a nice thing.
Someone clears his throat.
You don’t recognize him. His grin is sheepish. Polite, you smile back.
The small talk is a bit awkward at first. It’s hard to hear him with the screaming crowd and music. You two exchange names. He comments on the phone case you have, claiming his sister likes that character too. He perks up when he says something that makes you laugh.
“Did you come here with anyone?” He finally asks.
“My roommate,” you offer, turning your head to point to Gojo.
He isn’t there. Neither is the girl he danced with earlier. You wonder if he decided to ditch you and take her home. You don’t think you’d be surprised if he did.
At the implication you aren’t seeing anyone, he asks:
“Can I get you a drink?”
You think you’re about to refuse. You know Satoru and the rest of his group will be drunk by the time the night ends. You’re pretty sure the only reason you were dragged along was to play babysitter and drive them home.
You open your mouth for a polite rejection.
Satoru does it for you.
He was fast. You hadn’t noticed him until he was putting himself right between you and your conversational partner.
Satoru’s smiling. It doesn’t look friendly.
“Hey man,” Satoru casually says, “the fuck are you doing?”
He can read between the lines, something you’re grateful for. Within seconds, the stranger is hurrying off. Lucky, you think to yourself, watching his back disappear into the crowd. Satoru lets him go so easily.
Unlike you.
He turns on you almost immediately. You want to sink into the wall.
“We’re going.” He finally says.
You pliantly nod, letting him lead you out the seedy club. Only when you get to his car do you realize he meant just you and him.
“What about–” You cut yourself off when you see his eyes.
Dark. They no longer resemble the color of cloudless skies. Now, they’re more like thunder and rain.
You’ve never seen him more furious than the entire time you’ve known him.
You remain silent as you slip into the passenger seat, tucking yourself into the seatbelt. Satoru starts the car with a distinct rumble. The locks click into place.
You’ve always known Gojo to be an erratic driver. Tonight feels even worse. His knuckles are white from how hard he’s squeezing the steering wheel. The car keeps speeding up and up, careening past the speed limit. You can hear your heartbeat thudding in your chest.
And Satoru?
Satoru looks like he’s about to murder someone.
“Who was that?” His voice is cold, devoid of all the playfulness he had earlier tonight.
“I don’t–”
“Who the fuck was he?” He demands.
You flinch, and your hands curl into fists to keep them from shaking too much. You can’t do anything but stare into the window, watching the night sky dwindle past with all the other cars on the highway.
“I didn’t know him.” You weakly tried to defend, even if you didn’t know why. Your instinct was to placate. “He just came up to me, and we started to talk.”
He laughs. It’s dry, bitter, and sardonic.
“Okay.” He tells you, turning the wheel so sharply that you press further into the door. “I let you outta’ my sight for two seconds, and you’re letting some fucker feel you up?”
“I–”
“What’d you two talk about?” He demands. “Did he ask if he could touch your pussy? If he did, you would’ve let him, right? I mean, you were practically throwing yourself at him like a slut, so maybe the guy thought he had a chance.”
It hurts to breathe. Something stings in your eyes as your vision blurs.
No one has ever said such horrible things to you before.
“Nothing like that happened.” You insist. Why was he doing this? Why was he acting like this? “Please just–”
“Shut up.” He snaps back. “What, you seriously thought anyone would fall for the shit you pull? You think he actually cared for you? Don’t make me laugh. He only wanted your tits and holes.”
The words Satoru barks out are mean and vulgar. Your body freely shakes, you press yourself further up against the door, feeling tears stream down your cheeks. Satoru’s voice only softens when your hiccups and sobs fill the car.
“Baby, no, I–I didn’t mean that shit.” His voice is oddly strained. You feel fingers brush against your neck, but you only shift away.
You didn’t want to be in that club. You didn’t want to talk to that man. You didn’t want to get into Satoru’s car. You just wanted to go home.
The car slows to a stop right in an abandoned parking lot. Satoru kills the engine, letting the car hum into silence. Whatever happens, you think it will happen now. At this very moment. You prepare yourself for the worst, squeezing your eyes shut.
But it’s even worse.
There’s a hiss of a zipper. Your eyes open just in time to see Satoru pull out his dripping cock.
He’s already hard. His cock curves up, almost touching the steering wheel as he wraps his fingers around the base. The tip is painfully swollen as beads of pre-cum leak down his cock. Veins bulge against his skin as he frantically pushes his hand up and down.
Your fear melts straight into horror as you stare at him. He’s staring right at you, desperately pumping his cock with his hand. The worst part is his eyes–wide, blown out like he’s high. He looks right at you like he wants to eat you alive.
You’re immediately reaching for the handle. No matter how much you tug, the car won’t open. You’re trapped there, forced to watch as your roommate jerks himself off in front of you because your crying turned him on.
Your sobs quieten. All you can hear in the car is his moans and the words he mouths, your name over and over again.
You think the worst part is that he still tries to talk to you, to comfort you.
“You’re okay–you’re okay, baby.” He’s spitting the words out through his teeth as his hand throttles his pulsing dick. “Lemme–lemme–can’t help m’self–just–”,
You flinch when he comes. His cock spurts white cum all over his hands.
You’re fully silent. The only thing you can hear is his heavy breathing as he cleans up.
You think he’s about to reach for you. His fingers never make contact.
You stare out the window. Everything’s dark. Nobody was around. No one was around to see you. To hear you.
Even if someone was around…what could you say?
“Can we go home, please?”
There’s a sharp inhale.
“Sure.” The affection in his tone makes you nauseous.
You close your eyes.
“Anything for you, pretty girl.”
⌂
Ten minutes later, you’re still twiddling your fingers in the waiting room.
Getting this appointment had been excruciatingly difficult. Constant last-minute cancellations. Reschedules. It felt like they were trying to deter you from entering the housing office.
They promised you this was a temporary arrangement. You were only supposed to be at Satoru’s place for a month, maybe even less. But then one month turned to two. Two months turned to three. You don’t think you’d last another day in that apartment.
He was getting worse each day. It was only a matter of them until he—
A man steps into the lounge. He’s tall and lanky, carrying a smile that screams dismissive. You perk up as he squints at you. When he calls your name, you immediately rise, following him into the back of his office.
It’s stuffy. There are papers everywhere. You squish into a chair just before he starts talking.
It’s the usual stuff. You spell out your name, and he pulls up your housing account. He squints at the computer.
“You said this was a temporary assignment?” He asks.
You eagerly nod, straightening your posture.
“Yes,” you say. “My roommate wasn’t supposed to have another one, but there was a mix-up and—“
“No.” He taps on the screen. “You said it was temporary, but here it says it’s permanent.”
You swallow.
“What?”
He messes around with his mouse for a bit. Your hands feel strangely clammy.
“Ah, here it is.” He cleared his throat. “It says you came in a month ago wanting to make the change. I see your and your roommates' signatures. You must have come here a while ago.”
You struggle to find the words.
“I don’t—“
“In any case, it’s too late to change anything now. The deadline for reassignment passed weeks ago.” He gives you a sympathetic look that strangely cuts deep into your skin.
“Are you and your roommate having issues?”
You think about the truth.
“No,” you hear yourself say. “Everything is fine.”
You don’t remember much after that. You think you were polite as you stood up. You think you shook his hand. You think you walked out of his stuffy office and out of that stifling building. Everything is a blur until you step into the sunlight, feeling it beat down your face.
You don’t want to go back to the apartment. You still feel too raw, too fresh.
You don’t have any classes left for today. You can’t hide out on campus. Satoru will find you. He always finds you. Maybe you should stay at a friend’s place and recuperate.
Right, you don’t have any friends. Satoru made sure of that.
Briefly, you think about going to the police. Could you maybe use them as a buffer somehow? At the very least, it might scare him from taking this any further.
But then you glance over at the campus buildings. The name Gojo flashes brightly in the sun.
You aren’t stupid. You may not know his family all that well, but you know the influence of his background. There is a reason his campus apartment is thrice the size of everyone else’s. There is a reason he wasn’t supposed to have a roommate in the first place.
He is everything. He has everything.
You are nothing. You have nothing.
When you arrive at the apartment ten minutes later, Satoru is already lounging on the couch.
He excitedly waves you over. When you get inside striking range, he reaches out, pulling you onto the cushions. You pretend not to notice the way he breathes in your scent as you settle on the sofa. An arm wraps around your body, pushing you into his side.
“Where were you, roomie?” Satoru whines. “Didn’t class end an hour ago?” It would be a harmless question if his grip weren’t so tight. You won’t be surprised if you find a bruise there in a day or two.
Something plays on the TV. Neither of you pays attention.
“Sorry.” It’s all you can muster to say.
He seems satisfied with your answer–the submission of it. You find yourself counting down the clock. Seven minutes go by before you speak up again.
“Satoru?” You ask.
There’s a distant hum of an answer.
“Did you tell Housing I was staying?”
For the longest while, Satoru does not speak. Then, he relaxes. He groans, easily delving into your space. A hand rests on your thigh.
“Oh, that.” There’s a yawn. “Yeah, I just went ahead and told them you didn’t need to move out. We were getting along so well, ‘makes no sense why you’d get a different apartment, right? Sounds like a hassle moving halfway through the semester.”
Then he shifts. You can feel him stare right down at you.
“Unless you have a problem with that?”
He doesn’t even bother to hide it. Pure excitement.
Was there ever a possibility you could’ve come out unscathed had you just stood up to him earlier? Maybe you should’ve been a bit less timid when speaking to him about his music. Maybe you should’ve commented on his lack of clothing around the house.
Or maybe it was always going to end up this way.
“No.” You tell him, staring straight at the TV. “I don’t have a problem with that.”
A couple of days later, another pair of panties goes missing.
Unlike last time, you don’t bother looking for it.
⌂
You always locked your door at night, but looking back, it was stupid to assume Satoru didn’t have a spare key.
This is his apartment, after all.
The lock gives with barely a click. You’re already wide awake, body rigid, tucked underneath the covers as hallway light bleeds into the room. You’re facing the textured wall, watching as his shadow drifts into your bedroom. The door shuts in a way that sounds final. It’s dark again.
He’s quiet. You can barely hear the sounds of his breath. There’s a footstep. Then, another. Eventually, he’s right behind you.
You don’t know what he was doing. You’re too scared to turn and check. Naively, you think if you pretend to be asleep, he’ll leave.
One minute.
Two minutes. He’s so still, for a moment, you wonder if you imagined the whole thing.
The edge of your blankets lifts. Your bed creaks under his weight. His chest presses against your back. Warm hands grasp your shoulders.
He’ll leave eventually. If you pretend to be asleep, he’ll leave.
You squeeze your eyes shut when his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck. He inhales.
Fingers play with the ends of your shirt.
He’ll leave soon. He’ll leave soon. He’ll leave–
“You’re not gonna stop me, are you?” His voice makes your shoulders tense. You can practically hear his smile.
His fingers manage to slip under your shirt. You can barely hold in your gasp when he grabs a handful of your tits. He doesn’t even bother to be gentle, squeezing and pulling until you’re practically whining.
“C’mon.” Satoru coos into your ear. There’s a kiss on your neck. “Say it. Tell me no.”
He nibbles the skin right on your jawline. His hair tickles your cheek.
Your hands reach out to grab his own. You squeeze, digging your nails into his skin.
“Please stop.”
He laughs–the kind of laugh you’d give to a toddler if they misbehave. It feels so mean.
“You’re so cute.” Another kiss right at your ear.
“Stop.” You repeat. His hands don’t budge, not even when you start to draw blood. “Let go. Don’t–don’t touch me–”
He flips you right on your back. From the streetlights peaking through the blinds, you can see his face. The widest smile is stretched over his pretty lips. It looks almost manic.
Your eyes sting.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks. It’s almost cruel how soft his voice is.
You shake your head. His teeth gleam.
“Please?” He leans closer. “Just one kiss?”
It’s heartbreaking how sweet the kiss is. Soft, barely touching as he melds his lips with yours. He keeps a hand on your chin, holding you in place before the greed takes over and he ravages you.
By the time he pulls away, your lips are bitten and bruised.
He sinks lower, face dipping into the skin of your neck as he makes himself home there. It’s laughingly pathetic how weak you were compared to him–how little you fare when he pulls off your shirt, then your shorts. Soon, his clothes join yours, leaving a small puddle of cloth at the foot of your bed.
He pulls away from your body, looking over the whole of you.
“Oh, baby.” His eyes are blown out like he’s high. “I…I just wanna do everything to you.”
You can’t hold back the tears anymore. They drip down your face, sculpting your cheeks. He coos, sinking lower to pepper your face in kisses.
“I’m sorry, baby.” The excitement in his voice betrays him. “Don’t cry. I won’t do anything bad, I promise.”
Liar, you want to call him, but you don’t. You can’t. Your throat traps your voice as his fingers delve underneath your panties.
There’s no tact as he presses into you, immediately filling you up with his finger. Your pussy can barely fit one of him, almost choking when he slips in another. There’s no rhythm, no grace for how fragile you are as he thrusts his fingers deeper and deeper.
You can barely muffle your cries as he hits a spot deep inside you.
“See?” he asks, toying with your clit. “Not bad things, right?”
You don’t answer, barely able to keep the noises in check as he abruptly pulls out of you. His fingers are shiny from your pussy juices. He crudely wipes his fingers on your tits.
You’ve seen his cock before, but it looks even bigger from this angle. It slaps against your inner thighs as he finishes yanking off your drenched panties. The mushroom-tipped head brushes against your slit. He tosses one of your legs over his shoulder, opening your hole just enough to get his cock in the perfect position.
The fight comes in too late. You think you’re reaching up to claw at his face, those pretty blue eyes.
It dies as he bottoms out inside your pussy in one thrust.
He doesn’t wait for you to settle down; he’s not kind enough for that. As soon as his cock sits as deep as it can into your pussy, he’s immediately moving. Your abused cunt immediately tightens around his cock, almost like you’re trying to suck him back in.
You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel Satoru collapse on top of you. His head drops into the crook of your neck. You can hear his ragged breaths as he fucks himself deeper and deeper into you.
“‘need you to relax for me, baby.” He hisses like it’s your fault he can’t control himself. “Can–can barely fit into this cunt.”
To emphasize his words, he reaches down. There’s a soft slap right on your clit. You yelp. He soothes you with gentle circles with his thumb.
“Satoru,” you can barely get out from the pressure, “please just stop–” Another smack on your pussy. Harder.
“Can’t stop.” His breaths are ragged, and his hips shift so he can plow into you at a different angle. “Can’t ever stop. Not when I know how good you feel.”
There’s a rasp of a laugh as your own noises get louder and louder. Your back arches. Something hot writhes in your belly the more the fucks you. He’s gripping your waist so harshly that you know they’ll leave bruises.
It’ll pair well with the clawmarks you leave on his back as you arch further into his raw cock.
There’s a sharp hiss before he’s kissing you again. There’s a harsh thrust that makes you moan directly into his mouth. He reluctantly pulls away, licking the taste of you out of his mouth.
“I’m so glad I found you.” He tells you, continuing to ram into your pussy.
“Can’t even imagine how–how someone else would react to you just givin’ yourself to ‘em. Fuck, even thinkin’ about it makes me wanna kill someone.”
Distantly, you think about all the times you could’ve stopped him. You think about what you could’ve done differently to never cross paths with a man like Gojo Satoru.
“You’re all for me.” He sighs, leaning close so he’s whispering right in your ear.
He wants you to hear this right before he makes you cum all over his cock.
“It’s all you’ll ever be.”
You're writhing against his cock as he forces you through an earth-shattering orgasm. Your pussy clenches hard around him, milking him for all he’s worth as your climax is reluctantly dragged out of your exhausted body.
There’s a grunt, then a sigh as something fills you to the brim. His cock pumps his cum steadily into you. There’s so much your poor pussy can’t keep it all inside. It leaks crudely from your hole.
He stays like that for a minute, breathing you in as you start to come down from your high. Then, Satoru flops to your side, gathering up in your arms. You’re forced to lie against his chest, listening to his quickening heartbeat.
The anger comes too late to do anything about.
“I hate you.” You hiss as he continues to cuddle you. “I hate you, I hate you–you sick, twisted–”
“Aw, you don’t gotta’ pretend to be mean with me, pretty girl.” Satoru coos, snuggling into your exhausted figure. You can feel the hard shape of his cock press right against your thigh.
No because Geto is seriously such a perv when it comes to you,,,,,, and he fucks mean, he can get cruel. Can mock you sometimes, make you cry a little. Edge you till you loose your mind almost entirely. Oh how he loves to see you look at him with those pleading eyes, you who’s normally so put together, so composed. You’re always trying to keep everything under control, always thinking and calculating and— he just wants you to let go when you’re with him.
But like he can also be so so gentle!!!! So when he’s done being an asshole and considers he’s been mean enough, he takes your face in both of his big hands like you’re something made of porcelain, and he kisses you so sweet, like a lover would. And he speaks so soft, holds you so close, gives you everything you want and more, like a lover does. So sweet it’s almost mean. Sometimes it makes you wonder if you imagined him being cruel to you. And his eyes are always on you, like he wants to catch every single micro-expression, every movement of your lashes and every sigh. ‘Hey, pretty girl. Look at me.’ he’d say. ‘Look at me, please.’ softer, with his thumb under your chin, angling your face to face his.
It’s like his goal is to drive you crazy, to get you to melt under his touch, to completely abandon yourself. And Geto is a selfish, selfish man. When he has you under him, he hates the thought of you being elsewhere. He doesn’t want your mind wandering off to somewhere he’s not, so he makes you feel so good it’s physically impossible for you to focus on anything else. ‘Are you here with me, pretty baby?’, he’d say. He wants to make you stupid, wants to make you forget your own name. That’s when he considers the job done. He likes to ask you ‘how does it feel?’ even though he knows how it feels, knows it feel so good you can’t even give him a proper answer.
Holding hands during missionary, sliding in and out agonizingly slow just to make you curse at him during a mating press, having both of his strong arms around you during cowgirl, holding you by the back of your head so he can kiss you anytime during doggy, yeah he loves all that shit. Lives for it. He also loves when you try to run away from him, whether that be when he’s eating you out or when he has you in a mating press. The fucker loves to pin you down and make you take it. And nothing gets him going like the way you look and sound when you’re almost there, when he can hear the tears in your moans and can feel you surrender completely. ‘I know, I’m here.’ cups your cheek so lovingly with one hand and slides his thumb right under your eye, ‘let go, my love.’ And when he’s talking to you like that, how can you not? So you lean into his hand or crash into his shoulder and you cry out, feeling nothing but all-consuming pleasure.
mean men who are absurdly bigger than you; in size, mass, height... all departments. so when you're getting fucked on your hands and knees and he's been plowing into you for so long that you've lost track of time, it's no surprise that your body would begin to give out. "stupid fucking girl." he smacks your ass one cheek at a time, watching the fat wobble obscenely on impact.
slipping forward on the sheets is inevitable for you, no matter how hard you try to keep your arms locked straight. your elbows keep buckling every time his hips slam forward. your size difference becomes even more apparent in the way his cock stuffs your hole to the hilt. no man before him could compare to this. every time he fucks you, you're unprepared. it feels like he's prying you apart from the inside with every drag of his length.
drool drips from your mouth because you can't even keep it shut anymore. you're panting and whining and clawing uselessly at the mattress for leverage while he tuts and rams into your useless body. "fuck... 's so good," you slur, hands squeezing your favorite plushie for moral support. "yeah?" he taunts. "it's good? tell me how much you love it."
your knees slide wider with every thrust, thighs aching from trying to hold yourself up, but he's got both of his big hands gripping your hips like handles to keep you right where he wants you. "love it soo much, you have the best cock!" he laughs at your whorish moans, driving in deeper.
"so good you keep coming over for more, eh?" your belly dips under the weight of him pressing you down, his thrusts so heavy and relentless that your spine bows, your cheek smearing drool into the sheets. you're basically sagging in his hold, but he doesn't let you fall; just uses your limpness to rut harder. he tugs your hair so you arch more. "showing up to my place in those clothes 'n pretending you only came to talk. you're full of it, girl."
you moan at his jeering, your pussy fluttering around him like it's barely able to keep up. you're milking him without meaning to! he leans over you, chest against your back, one big hand flattening between your shoulder blades to pin you down. he pounds you so deep you swear your vision whites out.
you collapse face-first into the sheets, cheek mashed to the mattress, drool smearing across the fabric while you gasp for air. your ass is still up in the air but he doesn't let you rest; his big hands grab at your hips, fingers digging in tight as he drags you back into position.
your limp body is lifted until he's got you angled just how he wants you. you're dangling on his grip like a ragdoll, knees spread wide, belly pressed flat to the bed, ass tilted up perfect. before you can even catch a breath he's stuffing that meaty cock back inside your sloppy little hole, the stretch immediate. "too much!" you scream into the sheets. "please slow down, please, i can feel it in my guts like this..!"
the new angle is devastating. he's driving in so deep your walls clamp down in shock, your cunt tightening frantically as his cockhead scrapes every swollen spot inside you. he's bottoming out until he's nudging against your womb with every brutal thrust. the sound of it is wet and obscene, your body gushing slick around him. " 'm giving you what you wanted. you want a grimy old man like me to set you straight because no one else can get you right like this."
you whine at his implications, but you can't be bothered to deny it. you're focused on the way every shove of his hips forces another gush out of you, running down your thighs and soaking the sheets beneath. he groans at the mess and how tight you're squeezing around him, and so he keeps pounding straight into that sweet spot inside you to make you suck him in harder.
his tip is ramming straight up against your cervix while his thick shaft scrapes through your walls raw, grinding at spots that make your whole body seize up. you're screaming into the mattress, strings of spit sticking to your cheek while your pussy squirts around him when he hammers that gooey spot in you too many times in a row.
you tighten so hard it feels like you're trying to push him out, but he just snarls and drives in deeper, forcing your spasming cunt to take all of him. you choke on his size until your back arches up off the bed and your belly aches from how deep he's spearing you. "screamin' loud enough for everyone in the area to hear," he sneers. "want them all to know what kind of girl you are? hmph. wish you could see how you look right now, takin' my cock like a whore."
then he's slamming in balls-deep, grinding at your womb. you can feel the way he swells inside, before he's spilling thick, hot cum so deep inside you that you swear your belly bulges a little. he doesn't pull out, wanting to ensure every drop is forced deep into you.
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rin loves dicking you down in missionary. it’s not vanilla at all when he does it. he folds you in half like you’re a ragdoll, legs over his broad shoulders, and just pounds into you like he’s trying to break your pussy in. i swear he gets off on watching the way your stomach bulges every time his fat cock rams into you. his teal eyes don’t leave your face, watches every twitch of your pretty face every time he shoves his cock back in to the hilt. gentle sex with rin is rare, he fucks like he hates you. pounds your poor pussy until it’s raw and throbbing by the time he’s done. he sometimes spit on your tongue, calls you a slut <3, and still forces his cock deeper when you’re crying it’s too much. “look at me when i fuck you, don’t you dare look away,” he snarls, shoving his cock so deep your toes curl.
i’ll die on this hill. nagi loves cowgirl. he looks relaxed, all stretched out, hair messy in his face, but the way he makes you ride him? unreal. he doesn’t do any work—nah, he makes you do it. not because he didn’t wanna do the work (he tend to flip you over when you whine about your legs hurting) he just love seeing you fuck yourself on his cock. all pretty and messy just for him while moaning his name and crying about how big his cock feels in this position. but when he’s really determined to make you ride him—he holds you down on his cock, won’t let you lift up, just grinding your clit on his pubic bone till you’re sobbing. and the way he moans when your pussy flutters around him? low, breathy, hungry. “hahh, feels too good, pretty… keep goin’…” like he can’t be bothered but also can’t get enough. if you try to slow down, he suddenly grips your hips and bucks up hard, forcing his cock to drill into you so rough your tits are bouncing in his face. he’ll suck your nipples, groan into your chest, then pull back just to watch the way you cream on him.
sae in reverse cowgirl is just… ugh. it’s so obvious he doesn’t care about anything except watching his cock disappear inside you. he’s propped up, abs tight, hair sticking to his forehead, staring down at your ass bouncing like he’s watching porn made just for him. he doesn’t touch you at first—he lets you do the work, lets you show off. but then? he grabs your hips and just uses you. hips snapping up so hard you felt like he's trying to kill you with his dick, your moans cracking while he groans low, “yeah, that’s it. keep squeezing my cock like that.” he spreads your ass, spits on your hole, and grunt when you clench harder. his control is insane—he knows exactly how deep to go, how hard to slam, and he doesn’t stop till you’re shaking and creaming all over him. he doesn’t even blink—just stares at your cunt like it’s the only thing in the world that matters.
backshot king (cringe) kaiser fucks like he’s got something to prove—no other way to say it. hands gripping your waist so hard his veins are popping, blond hair sticking to his face, cock slamming into you so brutal you’re crawling up the sheets. he loves watching your ass cheeks jiggle, loves seeing your back arch prettily for him while taking his cock like a champ. “so fucking tight, meine liebe—shit—look at this pussy choking me.” his hips snap so sharp you’re crying into the mattress, but he just chuckles, pulling your head back by your hair so he can make you watch yourself in the mirror. “see that? see the way i fuck you? nobody fucks you like this but me.” his balls slap against you with every thrust, wet smacks echoing in the room, and he doesn’t stop even when you’re begging—no, he fucks you through your screams like it’s a challenge.
i feel like aiku loves mating press..... he’s huge, muscles flexing as he pins your knees to your chest, folding you in half like you’re just a doll made to be fucked. his fat cock slams in so deep you swear it’s rearranging your insides, the blunt head battering your cervix until you’re crying out his name. and he loves it—his sweat dripping onto your face as he grins, groaning, “fuck yeah, baby… look at this pretty pussy taking me in. fuuuck, feel that? i’m in you this deep.” he makes you watch while your stomach rises every time he drills into you, cock dragging out slow just so you feel the stretch before he slams it back in with bruising force. one hand keeps your wrists pinned, the other wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your moans break into gasps. he stare into your fucked out face, grinds his hips forward until your pussy gushes all over his shaft, then groans like he’s drunk on it. “shiiitt—that feels good, sweetheart. m gonna cum in this tight pussy, hm? take it all, need to fill you up.”
Satoru Gojo loves to see the print of his cock in your stomach - the way it bulges as he slowly fucks in and out of your messy little hole.
How can he not love it?
It it just his size kink though, is it just how possessive he is, feral once he's buried most of his nine inches inside your pretty, eager cunt? Or is it also the simple fact that Satoru wants to breed you.
God it's all he can think when he looks at it, moving up and down ever so slowly, pink drooling tip bruising your puffy cervix. How badly he wants those Gojo heirs in your tummy and how many he wants from you.
"Hah - six. That would be fitting, hmm?" Your eyes are rolled back in your skull, cunt quivering around his thick cock, gasping out when he grips your chin, turning it to face him. "Whatya think, sweetheart?"
"Six... huh?" You blink rapidly, moaning when he folds you in a mean mating press, your knees shoved against your tits, gasping out as you look into insane blue eyes. "Toru..."
"Six," he repeats, cock fucking your messy cunt faster, moaning when you grip him and drip like that, huge hands pressing and dimpling the flesh of your thighs. "Six would be so perfect."
You're fucked out and confused, hands gripping the sheets as the leader of the Gojo clan fucks you dumb on his cock. You barely are able to get a breath, lips swollen from his prior kisses, blinking some sense into yourself.
"Six eyes?" He laughs then, throwing his head back, before lowering, heavy weight pressing you into his mattress, cupping your face in those big hands.
"Exactly sweetheart, six heirs, isn't it perfect?" You gasp out. "Mmm, yeah, I know. We already have to start on your first, but don't worry. I can tell you're ovulating, tits so full, cunt so puffy. Ah baby we are gonna have at least six."
"Six... babies!? Satoru Gojo - ngh!"
Satoru makes sure to fuck his pretty wife into the mattress, laughing softly at how cute you are. He makes sure you cum over and over on his thick length, squirting and gushing a creamy mess down his blankets. You deserve it of course.
You also deserve to be full of his babies.
"Six. Hah... aww, you crying baby? Don't worry, I'll make sure you keep cumming, till there's not a thought in your brain," You're quivering and spasming underneath him. Nails pressing into his biceps, making him groan out. "That's it. She's so ready for all this cum.... you just deserve so much inside you."
WARNINGS: NSFW - MDNI, Pet names, sexual behavior, name calling, some a bit rough and mean
SUMMARY: They took your virginity. Case solved.
CHARACTERS: HSR Men X F!Reader (no aged up Charas)
WORD COUNT: 13.150
Argenti
All you can do is whine as his fingers scissor and stretch you, juices dripping down. His tongue softly rubs circles around your clit like he’s painting you, a masterpiece. And you can’t help but moan out at the new pleasure. His fingers hit that spot that sends an electric jolt to your toes and back, you desperately arch with another whine. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the pleasure. It's overwhelming you, he promised to be gentle, and he is. But never once did he tell you how good this will all feel.
“S-Shit Argenti-, I can’t—I’m gonna—” You can’t even finish your sentence, your voice begins to crack, your hips bucking widly as he speeds up. And then you’re coming, babbling nonsense and his name like a prayer as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. You don’t even comprehend that you squirt all over his hand and mouth, or that he’s rutting his hips against the bed and moaning into your cunt as he tastes you. Not only is it a pleasure to please you, beautiful you. It's a pleasure to be your first. It sends a wave of possessiveness through his body.
Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, his glistening fingers running up to your waist. “Such a dirty little rose,” he murmurs as he leans down, teeth grazing across your neck, hair tickling your skin. “Youre a sight to behold, breathless, dazed...divine.”
Aventurine
“You like that, don’t you?” He asks, grip on your throat. Its not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know his hand is there. “You like my cock stretchin’ you out, huh?” You're unable answer him, the only thing you manage are whines and moans slipping through his fingers through your throat. He'd be mean to not let you moan out like a bitch in heat after all. Aventurine smirks knowingly, continuing his assault on your insides.
“Can't believe no one ever went inside you, youre far too good. Shit-you love it too, don't you?” You whine out, hiccuping out a moan as his other hand travels down your tummy, the soft touch sending waves to your core. His fingers eventually find your clit, rubbinh the swollen skin over and over again. Your eyes glaze over and roll back, it's too much, too much!
Your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, stealing the breath from your lungs as your legs shake and back arches. “Mine, ok? Youre mine, my girl. You don't mind do you? Surely you don't...look at you, sweet girl.”
Blade
“feels s’fucking good—“ you mindlessly babbles out. His large palms are stretched out on both sides of you hips, nails digging into your skin. “Such a greedy little pussy,” he groans out with another roll of his hips. “keeps suckin’ me back in…you're a little greedy slut, hm?" he teases.
You can feel his hot breath fanning your ear while his dark hair tickles your neck. The sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls. Headboard constantly hitting the wall. You wouldn't be surprised if something would break this night, and it doesn't need to be the bed.
“if you keep moaning like a bitch in heat, i won't fucking stop,” he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. "Naw, look at that," he points at the bulge in your stomach, "that's me all the way inside your greedy cunt."
Boothill
"you still good, darlin?" he asked, amused, his hands moving up to grab one of your tits, giving it a squeeze with his cold hands. He hummed at your subtle nod, his fingers pinching your nipple from below with just the right amount of pressure to bring you to the edge but not send you over. He knows he could do this for hours, his stamina is much longer than yours after all, but he doesn't want to push you just yet.
"shit.." he cursed, though not out of frustration, “your pussy is driving me crazy." he whispered against your folds, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through your entire body, it almost felt as if you were being electrocuted or something. “its so fucking pretty for no fucking reason...”
Caelus
“shiiit-just like that...” he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. Hands softly gripping your hips as he guides you. He smirks when he heard your whine as a reaction to his groans, golden halflidded eyes stare up at you. He thinks you’re adorable when you’re like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. You had no idea what you were doing, well, neither does he. But you insisted on riding him.
“doing so well,” he says with a slight whine as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. It doesn’t take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. Your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, "sorry,-shit-sorry I couldn't-hold myself back much longer-!"
Dan Heng
“just as i expected, it slipped right in...” your arm immediately slung over your face to hide your embarrassment. Something about the way he talks to you has you throbbing.
“fuck, so deep inside you already.” he breathes, as he eases his way into you. He's so painfully splitting you open. You whine and whimper, it feels too good to be true. “that’s it, there’s my girl.” his raspy laugh fills the silence. “youre doing so good for me, just a bit longer, ok?”
He speeds up his thrusts, "eyes on me," he says, "you can do it, eyes on me." And when he hits just the right spot, your eyes roll back and flutter closed.
"Good girl."
Dr. Ratio
“it hurts, doesn't it?” he whispers, no mock, no tease, unusual for him. He knows it hurts, he's just deep enough inside you, balls deep.
“yes, it hurts…” you whine, eyes watering as you adjust. He’s letting you distract yourself a bit, letting you soak up the pain with pleasure. “… so bad.” you keep whining.
"I know, it will get better." he presses his hips flat against you, just to slowly drag his cock out of you again, leaving just his tip inside. “Doing good for a first timer. Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know.”
You nod desperately, biting your lip between your teeth.
“I'll be slow, we got time.” he mumbles, a sick grin painting across his face. He'd be lying if he would say he doesn't enjoy the power play that's going on at the moment.
"I'M gonna teach you everything you need to know."
Gallagher
Your mouth falls open when he grinds his hard cock against your ass. Youre breathing hard, chest heaving. But you can't help but lean back against his chest. He slips a hand back into your underwear, rubbing slow circles against your clit. His breath is hot against your ear as he chuckles at your reaction. His middle finger slips between your folds and gathers some of your arousal to use it at your clit again. Once he had your hips jerking and whines leaving your lips, he slips two of his thick fingers inside. He moves slowly, fingers working inside of you like a caress.
“I- ‘m gonna-” you muster, weakly clawing at his arms.
He slips his hand out of your pussy again, letting his tongue run over his fingers, lapping at your juices. He hums, as the taste hits his tounge, “Shit, girl. Got me addicted already.”
Gepard
“That’s it.. Just like that..” He takes hold of the hand, kissing your knuckles, whispering soft praises into your skin to help you work up courage to keep riding him. He knows it's embarrassing for you, he knows you doubt yourself. But he also knows that you can do it.
“Doing so good for me, ok? So good, keep going..”
It takes his everything to hold back his hips and not fuck up into you, it's all too inviting. He holds you, wrapping both arms around your torso and pull you close to his chest. One hand slips down to your hips, guiding you on his cock. "Like that, yeah."
Hot breaths reach your ear as he hums in approvment. "Good...shit--good."
Jing Yuan
“ass up. There you go, atta girl.” and you almost shiver from his touch on you'd hips as he turns you over. Jing Yuan stares at your ass, bringing a rough palm towards your left cheek. “Mm, nice. You're doing good. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you...for now.”
As he speaks, your cheek presses further against the pillow, hiding in embarrassment. Jing Yuan watches as your ass writhes and he hums, springing out his thick cock. “I'm going in, ok? No need to be scared”
“ok...” you breathe, big talk for someone who probably has way to much experience for his own good.
"I'll go easy on you, I promised you that birdie." He whispers in your ear as he leans over, slowly pushing in.
Jiaoqiu
He dives in, his tongue delving deep into your soaked folds. He laps at you hungrily, savoring your taste as he eats you out with wild abandon. His tongue swirls around your clit before sucking it between his lips, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly. “you're so hot...,” he hums against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “thank you for the meal...”
Your finger desperately looking for support and found his hair, scratching his scalp with your long nails in the process. You can't help but let one hand wander to one of his ears, tugging on it. Immediately a whine leaves his lips as he laps on you more desperately than before.
He doubles his efforts, lapping at your clit with broad strokes of his tongue before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and suckling greedily.
"Do that again and watch me eat you up."
Luka
Luka leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. His hands grip your hips hard you feel like you might see some bruises tomorrow as a souvenir.
"Damn, you take my cock better than expected, baby," he rasps against your mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Way to fucking well, you sure you're a virgin?" he breaks the kiss to gaze down at you. “look at me,” he commands, "that pussy is mine now. Mine."
As you meet his eyes, he reaches between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck-didnt know you could get any tighter."
Luocha
The next thing you felt was his cock entering you all at once, barely giving you time to get used to his huge size and thickness. Hes not a mean man by any means, but he figured that maybe him going in faster with the ammount of slick you already got, might be less painful. Wronh judgment in a hazy moment. And fuck if he didn't love feeling the way your cunt stretched to accommodate him, how your walls are so tight around his length.
When he did it, it was over for you, and you thanked him with the most beautiful sounds he ever heard. You squeezed him and croed out, making a mess of yourself as you grab onto his shoulders for support. It all was too much for you, too much happening all at once. But you'd be a lair to say you didn't enjoy it.
He would slowly start to run against you, holding your hips in place as he drags his cock in and out of your hole. His slow speed was annoying, painful, but so good.
But the best feeling was yet to come.
“Just you wait once I'm done with you. We'll have plenty of time left to get to know each other much better."
Sampo
Without warning, he pulled out – only halfway – and plunged back inside you with an almighty push. It .ade your eyes roll back into your skull, your mind went blank for a second. His teasing laugh pulling you back into reality, "Oops-went to hard there~" As a apology he went softer on you, slowly dragging his cock in and out of your hole.
“Doing so well for me,” he groaned, as he lightly speed up again, holding your hips in a tight grip.
"Damn-" he groans as you grap onto his shoulders and dig your nails in. "Careful there baby, you don't wanna hurt poor Sampo, hm?" He laughs again as he kisses down your neck and leaves yet another bite behind.
"We could do this more often, I know I wouldn't mind."
Sunday
The all so collected man practically loses it when you wrap your legs around his back. You unknowingly push him against you, silently asking for more. "Needy, needy." he teases as breaths in your ear, giving it a soft kiss afterwards.
“Dont you worry, I'm not done with you yet.”
Although his words came out more scary than they should, his action of hiding into your shoulder makes it all seem more pathetic than dominant. His wings flutter as your parted lips let a whine escape.
He groans, burying his cock deep just as it starts to gush, painting your walls white. Your nails dig hard into his scalp.
“That came...rather unexpected.”
Welt
“it won’t fit!” you sob out loud. No way this all will fit inside you, you never took anything, or anything that size. He's bigger than you, this wont fit without tears. But you're determined today, telling him you wanted to fit everything in you.
He trails his fingers up and down your side before one hand snakes down to thumb at your clit while the other large hand clasps your hip. "i'll make it fit, and I'll be careful." he promises, soft as he pleasures you. You expected nothing less of him, he always treated you with more care than any others. He softly rubs your clit as he enters, a way of distracting you from the pain that you will encounter.
𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍
Muzan fucks you like you were created for no other purpose than to sate his pleasure - and he makes damn sure you never forget it.
In the velvet-draped gallery of the theatre, his hand slips beneath your dress before the first act even begins. His fingers are cold and merciless, tugging your panties aside and sinking into your pussy without hesitation. The demon king finger-fucks you until you’re trembling. Pearly-white juices seep out of your pussy, making the cushion beneath you darken with dampness. Muzan’s lips brush the shell of your ear, voice silken and cruel all at once, “Stay quiet. Do you want them to hear what a whore you are for the world's wealthiest demon?”
By the next act, you’re already astride him, straddling his lap on the narrow seat. The hem of your dress is shoved high, bunched up against your stomach, leaving your white garters and stockings gleaming in the low light. You hardly have time to breathe before the hiss of fabric and the snap of a button announce the opening of his fly. Muzan doesn’t bother with tenderness - the rock-hard head of his cock nudges between your labia and pushes deep, splitting you apart by degrees until you’re full to the brim of his manhood demonhood.
“Pathetic,” he sneers, his hands bruising your hips as he begins to drive into you. The tempo is merciless from the beginning. It gets faster and harder though, until every thrust rips a strangled sound from your throat. The thick vein beneath his shaft drags over every sweet spot inside your needy cunt, each roll of his hips pulling you closer to breaking right here and right now, in his arms.
Below, the orchestra swells - violins rising, horns blooming in elegant unison - while Muzan clamps a hand over your mouth to silence your desperate gasps. His breath tickles the edge of your jaw, smooth as velvet and sharp as poison at the same time. “You hear that?” Kibutsuji whispers, “They believe this stupid spectacle to be the height of beauty. But I know better. The true performance is here. Your body breaking for the demon king while those mere humans sit beyond the curtain, enjoying what they call art.”
His nails dig into your waist as he lifts and drops you onto his cock, guiding you like a marionette. You shudder and arch into him despite yourself, trembling with every snap of his hips as your back rests against his chest.
Kibutsuji licks his fingers and puts them on your labia, spreading your lips and rubbing them up and down, occasionally spanking your clitoris.
Muzan only smiles, dark and joyless, watching you crumble as his cock splits you open again and again and again until he cums deep inside you, painting your velvety walls white with his seed. “That’s it,” he growls, his lips almost tender at the column of your neck as he keeps on fucking you deep, even after cumming inside you just a moment ago. “Break for me again, doll. You were made for nothing else.”
𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀
The temple is still full of his worshippers cleaning after the latest mass when Douma pulls you away, his pale fingers lacing with yours. This is just another one of his whims.
His laughter sparkles through the altar chamber, sweet and crystalline, while he presses you to a marble pillar. His lips brush over the column of your throat, tongue flicking where your pulse jumps the fastest. “So sensitive already,” he croons, delight dripping from his voice. “How precious. You’re like a little bell, my lotus petal - one touch, and you ring just for me.” His smile is wide, but when his mouth claims yours, the kiss is unhurried, almost tender, his tongue stroking yours as though he wants to taste every breath you give him.
Moments later you’re completely naked and sprawled across the temple altar, legs parted for the Upper Two, your skin lit golden by the lanterns hanging at the ceiling. He kneels between your thighs, fumbling at his hakama with boyish impatience, cock already flushed and straining the material of his pants. “Ahh, look at this,” he sighs as he frees his cock and guides it into your slick, pinkish pussy. “All I needed was a glance, a kiss, and now I’m hard enough to burst. You must be a little succubus, hmmm? Sent here to ruin me.” His giggle bubbles up as his hips snap forward, burying him inside until your walls flutter around him. Your head rolls back and you gasp at the sensation.
The chants of his disciples echo from the next chamber like background music for his sin.
Douma throws his head back and laughs. “Oh, sweet lotus! If only they knew what their god was really doing, what he has his hands full of.” His thumb strokes your cheek affectionately as he leans down to kiss you while he pounds his cock into you, rainbow eyes glittering with lust.
Your hands grasp his forearms tightly as your eyes meet his. Shallow gasps, quiet moans and his name escape your slightly parted lips, the signs of the overwhelming pleasure swallowing you whole.
He presses his palm over your mouth and nose when your moans grow louder, watching your lashes flutter with oxygen-starved desperation. “There, there, my doll,” Douma soothes, though his hips don’t slow. “Be good for me and I’ll let you breathe. Wrap those legs around me, yes, just like that, so my cock can kiss your cervix! Don’t you love me enough to risk dying on my cock?”
When you sob that you can’t take more, your pussy swollen and red from the hard sex, he only hums and proceeds to fuck you even harder. “See? You said you couldn’t take it anymore, but your pussy’s still sucking me in! Such a greedy doll you are, Y/N.”
The moment your cunt clamps down around Douma’s dick, fluttering tight in desperate climax, he spills instantly inside you, groaning in sheer bliss as your spasms milk his dick dry. Douma’s grin softens when he sees your face: mouth parted, eyes glazed, chest rising fast. “Ahhh, look at you. My lotus. My little masterpiece! You’re such a good girl! You’re making me so proud!” He pulls out with a wet squelch. Douma’s eyes glitter as he watches the mess of his seed leak from you, thick and white, slipping down your folds.
“My pretty doll looks even prettier glazed in white,” he coos as his fingers smear the mess over your clit, circling it slowly until you twitch. He licks his thumb and index finger clean and beams down at you. “Don’t wipe it away. I want my little lotus to wear me all day long.”
𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀
Akaza has you pinned against the shrine gate, moonlight striking his tattooed skin like paint on a war god. The red torii creaks with every violent slam of his hips, your body bent against the wooden beam as he takes you without pause. His fists dig bruises into your waist, growls tearing through the silence of the moonlit garth.
“Don’t look away,” Upper Three snarls, yanking your head up by your hair, forcing your eyes to meet the blaze of his yellow irises. His thrusts are relentless, brutal, the gate rattling beneath his strength. “I said look at me. Watch the man who’s breaking you.”
Every snap of his narrow hips rips cries from your throat, but he devours them in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing, tongue claiming yours until you taste the sharp tang of copper where his canines split your lower lip. His hand drops to your throat, squeezing it - not enough to choke, just enough to remind you who owns you. “You’re strong,” he growls against your lips, his breath hot, “But not stronger than me. I’ll pound you into the earth until your body only remembers the shape of my cock carved in your pussy.”
His rhythm of his thrusts is savage, punishing.
Then you both hear it - voices. The shuffle of sandals, low murmurs as worshippers finish their vigil.
Akaza slows his pushes, hips dragging deep and slow instead of frantic. His lips peel back in a snarl, fangs flashing as he whispers, “Filthy weaklings. I’d love to smash their heads like fruit but you…” His thrusts slow down and he drags his dick out of your wetness until only his cockhead stays in your pussy, “... You keep me busy like no one else.”
The voices fade, footsteps carrying the humans away, leaving only the pounding of your heart and the sharp creak of the gate. Akaza picks up pace again, rutting into you like a dog in heat, his head rolling back until the moment his whole body tenses. He buries himself to the hilt, cock twitching as he spills hot inside you, forehead pressing to your nape, his voice breaking into a softer tone, “You’re my only weakness.”
𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎
Your bedroom is dimly lit by the faint glow of the moon spilling through the curtains, the shadows stretching across your cozy bed.
Kokushibo’s six eyes glint in the darkness as they drink in every detail of your trembling curves beneath him. Each thrust from behind makes your body shudder, his heavy balls slapping wetly against your cunt as he pins you to the mattress. “You are such a disgrace to your family,” he rasps, centuries of disdain curling around his words, “And yet absolutely exquisite in your shame.” His massive hand twists your wrists behind your back, lifting them slightly so your spine arches perfectly for his pleasure.
You gasp, knees trembling against the soft sheets, and Kokushibo chuckles low and dark, the brush of his teeth along your ear making you whine quietly. “Just like that. Scream for me, woman,” he utters, voice velvet and cruel, vibrating deep from within his muscular chest.
The demon chuckles suddenly, and your pulse quickens. “Your parents, in the next room, asleep, oblivious that their precious little girl lets a demon ruin her insides. Let them stay unaware, my little, pathetic piece of meat.”
You tremble, a heady mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through your entire being - partly from the thrill of being so exposed to Kokushibo, and partly from the thought that someone from your relatives could walk in on you being fucked by a demon.
A flicker of courage rises in your chest, and you tilt your head back just enough to meet his gaze, voice trembling yet daring as you speak, “I… I’m not just a piece of meat, am I?” You bite your lower lip, breath hitching in the quiet room as you curl hands in fists, tugging onto your sheets. “Because your cock wouldn’t swell so fast inside me if I were.”
His free hand hovers over your hip, and you feel him throb inside you, twitching against your slick heat. Then he pounds harder, deliberate and punishing, every thrust sending shivers through your body as he pushes so deep inside your dripping pussy that he takes your breath away. A low, dark laugh rumbles from his throat, “Perhaps not,” he states. “I’ll give you that, mortal.”
You shiver beneath him, caught between fear and lust, wetness pooling thick and hot between your thighs, dripping down even as he fills you completely with his massive dick.
This is not the first time he has claimed you. For nearly a month, he has come to your bed night after night. The first time, fear coils in your chest - you were certain he would devour you as any demon would - but when you satisfied his primal, male needs, he spared your life. Since then, he has returned without fail, marking you, claiming you, and leaving you aching long after he vanishes, slipping away before the sun can catch him.
“Yes, take it all,” Kokushibo coos between brutal thrusts. “My little morsel, shivering and leaking for me. Only I get to claim you, ever.”
As his climax nears, he releases your wrists, letting your exhausted body slump against the sheets. Yet even then, he does not let go, large hand gripping your nape, pressing your head firmly toward the mattress as he bends you to his pleasure. When he finally comes, and when a low growl escapes his lips, sharp spanks mark your ass, each leaving a red handprint of Kokushibo’s palm. He watches with dark amusement as your flesh jiggles beneath every spank he delivers.
Slowly, he pulls out, flipping you onto your back and spreading your thighs to admire your reddened, slick pussy, still leaking his seed. “Do not think I am done with you yet,” he growls, voice low and possessive.
Before the fog of overstimulation swallows you whole, the last thing you feel is the tip of his massive cock pressing back into your ruined, quivering pussy once more, and you know that tonight he will claim you completely again and again and again, with the house and its residents oblivious to your debauchery.
𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎
The alley reeks of blood and rot, lanterns flickering weakly against the damp stones.
Gyutaro has you pinned against the brick wall, the shadows of the Red Light District shimmering above your heads, your dress shoved high above your hips, revealing the soft skin of your thighs, abdomen and pubis. His wiry body leans over yours, every jagged, vicious thrust tearing your pussy open, marking you as his. “Hahhh! Yeeaaaah,” he croaks, drool glinting at the corner of his mouth. “You dirty little thing, lettin’ me use you out here, where anyone could see. My perfect little whore.”
His nails dig into your waist and the back of your thighs. Every thrust drives you harder against the wall, his narrow hips forcing your legs to curl around him, splitting you wide and filling you so completely that you whimper helplessly.
“Say it,” he hisses, voice hoarse, “Say you love bein’ ruined by me.”
You tremble under him, heat pooling thick between your thighs, your pussy slick and aching. “Y-yes!”
He leans close, teeth brushing your shoulder, and a guttural, broken laugh rumbles from him, “That’s it. Such a good little pet for me,” he praises. “Mine, all fucking mine.”
Passersby laugh in the distance, and a group of drunk men finish their sake in the alley next door. You clamp your hands over your mouth, trying to muffle your desperate cries, but Gyutaro peels your hands away with a rough tug. “No, no, no. I wanna hear all of it,” he growls into your ear, “Every filthy, needy sound you make as my cock splits open that pathetic, whorish, little cunt of yours.”
As your pussy grows slicker, dripping and trembling with need, signaling that your climax is close, Gyutaro can’t hold back any longer. He slams his long cock deep into your cunny, pressing your body fully against the cold wall. His crooked hands find the décolletage of your dress and tear it roughly apart, freeing your breasts to spill into his grasp.
Without hesitation, his mouth wraps around one of your hardened nipples, teeth grazing lightly as his tongue flicks over the sensitive bud, teasing and torturing every nerve. His hips jerk violently against yours, each short, erratic thrust driving straight to the tip of your nerve endings, humping you with animalistic desperation.
Your cunt clamps around him violently, and he moans, letting his dead seed spill into you, thick and hot, filling you to the brim. His long hands cradle your body, holding you close. “You’re mine now,” he snarls, his cock swelling and pulsing inside of you, painting your inner walls with his semen again and again. “Yeah, just like that, my little pet, take it all.” He doesn’t pull out, letting it coat every inch of your walls, the damp coldness clinging to you.
“Ruined, just like me. That’s how I like you the most,” Gyutaro coos, stealing a kiss from your lips.
Synopsis. Running from it? You won’t even be able to walk.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, running from it, ROUGH s, overstím, manhandIing, stopping you from running, chokíng, p sIapping, spítting, HEADLOCKS, cervíx kíssing, cuIt Ieader!Geto, exhíbitíonism (Geto), bréeding, true form Sukuna, DP, D píercings (Ino), GOJO’S POWERS, marathons, matíng presses, Iactation, slight plot, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <33
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - MANhandle.
Heavenly Restriction.
Now, you knew that your boyfriend was blessed (and both cursed) with this innate power. Hell, you’d seen the consequences of it first-hand: a doorknob crushed to the shape of his hand, a jar lid that’d been accidentally smashed, a gym routine you couldn’t even imagine keeping up with.
So you really didn’t think that Toji Fushiguro would even think twice before using his powers in bed—did you?
With one hand pinning your hips down, the other looped ‘round your throat to keep you stuck in such a ruthless headlock. He’s using his superhuman strength to drill his puckered length, incredible girth swabbin’ into every tight spot. Tickling your tenderest ones. Making the skin of his pelvis glow bright red.
And after only a few vulgar thrusts, he’s bullying you into your nth high of the night.
The sudden shockwaves hit you so hard that you’re reaching out for your rickety headboard, so hard that you’re thinking of running away-
“Aht aht-” A low rumble echoes out from behind you, its sheer primal tone enough to make the hairs on your body raise. Just as soon as you’re registering Toji’s lowered tone, a sudden spank! rings out against your cunt.
And as you’re yelping in surprise, he lingers his stinging touch right over your clit. The padded tips of his fingers teasing and twisting your swollen clit, “And where do you think you’re going, hm?”
You’re biting back sobs, “N-nowhere- oh.” Right before your entire throat seems to feel the thumpin’ impacts of Toji’s pulsating red tip. Thwack! He was just so hard that you could almost taste every throb, widenin’ out your goopy walls to his length. Sloooow and sensual, so that you’re feeling each vein primally scrape its pattern out.
And it’s almost as if he’d expected your whiny denial.
Almost as if he’d expected you to react exactly like so, stupidly being tunneled by his inches.
Almost as if he’s been waiting—because in positively no time, Toji’s burrowing the slippery rotundness of his tip against your cervix. Not slow anymore - he was just bashing his circumference in until your eyes damn near bulge out of their sockets.
Such an incredible impact that only he could do, such an incredible speed. It’s leaving you stunned and shaking for a few seconds. A reverie that only Toji can break with his gruff voice, “Nowhere? Hah…” A voice that absolutely didn’t bode well for you or your poor cunt.
The next thing you’re feeling are his roughened digits, slamming down upon your folds once more. Hard. “Leaking all over the sheets- all over. It’s a fucking waterpark down there, and you call that- tch, ‘nowhere’?” His rude grunt is followed up with yet another spank- though, this time, it’s on those jittery hands of yours that still held onto the headboard. “Trying to run from my fat fuckin’ cock and you call that ‘nowhere’?”
You’re squirming your hips away at the pleasure with a whine—
“And look- look! You’re still trying to run.” He breathes, his hold on you tightening enough that you swear you heard your joints pop! “Ya reeeeally think you can run away from me? With my strength?”
“S-swear m’not…”
“How cute.” Tittering to himself, “Y’know I hunt down people for a living, doll?”
Your mouth lolls agape, just the merciless swipes of Toji’s cock down every orifice made you drool. Somehow, and the slightest rub-a-dub of his winding veins left you seeing stars.
It’s just about all you’re managing to get out before your boyfriend’s hand comes slamming down yet again - this time over your gaped maw. “So to have my girl trying to run away- ‘specially when I’m just trying to fuck her right, is just…” Beads of saliva splatter out, and Toji doesn’t even hesitate before he’s licking the mess off himself. Heavenly restriction flowing through his body, he pins you to him until your body aches lewdly. “One chance to explain yerself. I know you’re in denial because you know you did it, mama- and you’re still trying to say ‘nowhere’.”
Dazedly you can only nod, entire body quivering after the slide-slide-sliiiides of his prolonged shaft. And it wasn’t that you were just overstimulated, it’s that Toji had been hitting your favorite hidden spots for what feels like hours by now (and probably was). “Nowhere…I was just feelin’ sensitive, I promise I wasn’t– oh, fuck.”
As if to prove his very point, he’s dragging his crowned fingertips on your clit- with a particularly hard thrust that has you squealing.
Your limbs weakening, body bucking, arms weakly tugging on the pillars of your mahogany headboard. And through it all, Toji’s looking down at you with a grin.
The headlock tightens, “Still nowhere, huh?”
In shock, you’re immediately letting go of the headboard-
“Too late for that now, mama.” Toji snickers, ignoring those cute pleas of yours. He’d already given you your chance, and now you can do nothing more but arch your back against his chiselled figure, the scritch-scratch of his dark happy trail against your ass- and take it. “You know m’not a patient man…”
Your spit-glossed lips wobble, “Oh, fuck- hck!”
“Nowhere.” Toji hums, and you can almost hear the utter greed in his tone. The breathy octaves. The carnal want. In one fluid motion, he’s giving your traitorous hips two direct smacks! upon either side, and then two more on the inner parts of your thighs, one more straight onto your puffy pussylips.
Just so swollen with need- just so sensitive that you almost don’t register the final two swats he’s hitting on the backs of your hands.
Smack—smack!
Before he lets go of the headlock. Before both his hands clasp your own, fingers tight around your wrists. Toji’s easily pulling and pulling them behind your back, your arms straight and outstretched so that you couldn’t use the headboard for escape anymore- holding you up with nothing but that as he fucks you like an animal.
Bouncing your upper half in midair, inches off the sheets with how hard Toji was manhandling you - easily, at that, he didn’t even break a sweat. “Oh p-please.” You’re whimpering, your head feeling dizzy at the constant pressure from all sides. “Please I wasn’t really going to- oh, my neighbor’s going to hear us-”
“Nowhere.” But you don’t think that Toji Fushiguro can even hear you right now. “And fuck your neighbor.”
He’s driving his toned hips against you like a madman- thrashing and thrashing, bruising your softened cervix. “Nowhere nowhere- nowhere.” That lil’ mantra of his leaving him in scorching hot pants, breezing down your arched spine. Less steady than usual. Less stable.
In-between each of his feral ruts, the slamming pushes of his cock, “Nowhere.” Sometimes, your eardrums can even make out the sound of Toji chuckling following the word, like even saying it made him laugh. He’s whispering it out as if a broken record player, growing even more crazed by the second. “Nowhere- fuck- nowhere.”
“Toji, you just sound so…” And then you’re turning your head over your shoulder, just to see the expression on your boyfriend’s face- only for any and every breath in your lungs to be instantly wiped from existence. “-oh.”
Oh.
Because Toji’s drunken, half-lidded eyes—fuck, you couldn’t even begin to describe the sheer predatory glint in them right now.
Scarred lips parted into a permanent ‘oh’. The tips of his ears blushing. A thin line of sweat dribbling down the side of his temple. Biceps bulging as he was the only one supporting your weight now. His dark brows furrow in such concentration as he reels his hips back and plunges hot wads of pre straight into your womb—
“You’re going nowhere without me.”
.
.
.
Shiu yawns the moment you and Toji take your seats opposite him, the soft trill of the restaurant bell still following you two. And as you look on curiously at the action, your boyfriend merely scoffs.
“That excited to see us, huh?”
Shiu smirks, “As always.” Before a more weary expression seeps into his face, and you’re noticing the dark circles that have made themselves at home underneath the other man’s eyes. “But oh- I wish. Remember how I told you I moved into that new place? Yeah, so just last night my neighbors were going at it like crazy- fuck! It’s like they were trying to break the damn bed or something, it sounded like a fucking crime scene. I didn’t sleep a wink the entire night, and by the time it was morning, they were still not done.”
Your thighs clench, still sore from your own activities last night - oh, Toji had made sure that you couldn’t run for sure. “You don’t say…”
“Hah! Serves you right, bastard.” Toji’s absent-mindedly looking through the menu for the cheapest options, “What dump did you say you ended up moving to again? So that I never have to come over- ever.”
With yet another sigh (and a yawn), he’s listing off an address that sounds oddly familiar. A building name that you knew too well. An amalgamation of numbers that was much the same as your own home’s…exept for just one digit.
And then you’re remembering that you’d forgotten to greet the new neighbor next-door.
“Wait.”
“Fuck, wait-”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Tie, tie, again.
“So…never thought about having kids yourself?”
You snap your head to Principal Yaga so fast that you think you might’ve gotten a brief whiplash. But the man merely keeps his arms crossed, stare indiscernible behind those shades but obviously pointed in the direction of the school training ground: where your husband, Nanami Kento, was busy sparring with one of his newest students.
You watch as the pink-haired boy gazes up at Nanami with such glimmering admiration, weaving between punches that were slowed down just enough to go easy on the kid.
And you manage to squawk out, “E-excuse me-” Pupils flitting between your former teacher and the fight happening just meters away, “Did Kento say anything to you about that?”
“No.” Yaga shakes his head, though you think you catch the corner of his mouth just slightly turning upwards. “No, just…saying.”
“I see.” Your mouth was dry, and you weren’t entirely sure why. It’s not as if this isn’t a discussion that you and Nanami have had before - though, admittedly, it wasn’t at great length - but you were under the assumption that he wanted to wait. At least for the time being. Right? Right? “Are you sure he didn’t-”
“He’d make a good father, y’know.” Yaga suddenly says, and you follow his gaze to where the duel had finished by now.
Though it was inevitable that Nanami would be the winner, he was consoling Itadori with a hand on his head. Crouched down on the grassy field to whisper quiet words of motivation to the boy. Lips slightly curved in that way you knew meant he was holding back a soft chuckle. Almost like father and son.
Yaga turns to walk off, and you almost don’t want to rip your gaze from the sight. He hums, “Just saying~”
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“Don’t move a single inch, my love.” Nanami growls, his voice running ragged. “Not a single inch.”
And that was just about how well that conversation with your husband had gone.
Your bleary pupils snap open, and even through the film of tears you can make out the utterly feral expression on your husband’s handsome face. The way his sweaty blond locks plaster all over his forehead, the way his eyes narrowed, the way his jaw grit itself as he reels his sloppy hips back mere inches and thrusts—
“Oh fuh-fuuuuuck.” With your feet planted flatly on the bed, you’re curving your body up into his and rutting- and you honestly don’t know whether you’re trying to move away or down for more, more, more. “Oh my god, Kento, it feels so-”
“And there it is again.” His rugged tone cuts through your whines, and you’re shivering at the purely primal glint in it. With an almost mocking sigh, he scoops a hand underneath your hips and tugs you down.
You’re shaking, “K-Kento…”
“What have I told you now, hm, darling?” He asks, bending your jittery legs without even breaking a sweat. With a hand scooped under your hips, Nanami tugs you down so that your legs are wrapped around his hips instead of pushing against the mattress. You’re being bent so pliably underneath his big, beefy arms- “Keep your legs around my- hah, waist. You can think of tapping out after we conceive our child, m’kay?”
And then your husband plummets a few sopping swipes at the very end of your pussy, making the wads of cum inside you splosh! about.
And the only thing you can do is gasp, the only thing you can do is nod. Midway through that particular conversation, and his honed cockhead has been drilling into you for hooooours by now, and you think he’ll keep going for hours longer.
The fatness of his thick thumb slides between your pussylips, nudging at your clit. So sweetly sensitive by this point that you’re actually seeing stars—
“And there it is again.”
Oh, it just made you so much wetter when your beloved husband’s tone got so stern like that. It takes you his parched few words before you’re realizing that you’d started bucking once more- in fact, that last motion of his fingertips had left you arching all the way against his muscular front. “F-fuck, I promise I wasn’t trying to run, Kento.”
“Mhmmmm—” And that was a tone that told you he didn’t believe you. Through his foggy glasses - sliding down his handsome nosebridge - you swear you see him slightly roll his eyes, “But don’t you know that you aren’t supposed to run, my silly wife-”
“I know- mmpf, fuck…”
Just the entire orifice of your throbbing cunt being pummelled by his fat girth, he was the perfect size- with so many winding veins that massaged your sweetest spots. With his blushin’ red tip reaching directly towards your womb, Nanami tightens his grip on your waist, holds you to him, slashes every slick-speckled inch inside you. “If you knew then you wouldn’t be running, hm? Just look at the mess of m’cum you’re making already.”
Your chin strikes your chest, “I don’t see…oh.”
Before Nanami’s palm flattens over your core, and suddenly he’s pushing down on the slight inflation of his seed. “Now you see.” A creamy puddle of seed drips out between your legs, ropey ribbons of sap drenching the sheets below you. “It’s leaking out so much, what a waste, haaaah, fuck- now we’re never gonna get our pretty lil’ daughter at this rate, my wife.”
“But there’s already so much.” You’re marvelling, feeling his clingy cum fill you up all the way to your throat—it lets out the most sinful slurps as he’s thrusting his thickened length in and out.
And Nanami’s only leaning his crazed eyes closer, wilder. “But there could be so much more.”
“Oh.”
In an instant, he’s groping your hips and tugging you down- “Mmm, so much more of my cum to give.” Pulling you even deeper onto his hot, veiny length. “So much more to fill you up.” Just your slightest clench is enough to make the man spew out a few more pearly drops of his cum, emptying out all the way into your womb. “So much more of me to fuck you pregnant, pretty momma.” Until the hand on your hip grows bruising, “And you want to fucking run away…”
“Gonna- ngh, m’not—fuck.” Your mouth blabbers away, full of trickling saliva. It was so very easy for his bulbous tip to leave you stupid, somehow reaching across every ridge and crevice, and turning your brain into mush.
“Shhhh shhh sh—” Nanami drawls out, above your lecherous noises. His left hand caresses your face, wiping away a few speckles of saliva that drained the edge of your lips. “I know you won’t run away, my love. Oh, I know you won’t-” Pinpointing the door to your womb just right, he thud-thud-thuds right there. “-I know you won’t run away before I can- hck! get you pregnant. Tha’s what my beautiful wife has been asking me for, isn’t it? To breed her pretty pussy? To make that cunt mine mine mine- until everyone else just has to take one look at you before they know, too, what I’ve done with you?” He purrs, “I know you want me too…”
“P-please!” Nodding, “I want you to- ngh, I really, really…”
With a shudder, you’re letting your feet fall from his waist, arching your back into the perfect lewd curvature.
And it’s enough for a few more webbed wads of cum to escape from you- and to your surprise, this only makes your husband grin. Something feral. Something gone. His eyes widen crazily for a split-second as he takes in the mess splatterin’ in a glaze all over his v-line, “And yet you’re doing it again.”
“Oh, fuck.…”
You can only watch, with slightly widened eyes, when Nanami leans over the creaking bed. He reaches his arm out of your line of vision, shuffling with something on the bed stand.
And when he’s coming back- oh, Nanami Kento is holding none other than his favorite yellow tie.
The one with the leopard-like print that you’d gotten him a few anniversaries ago. And he’s easily letting go of your body to pin both your wrists together and loop the fabric ‘round and between them, tying you up with a pretty knot.
“Aaaand—there we go.” Nanami gently says, as if he didn’t just finish restraining you with his tie and throwing both your shaky legs over his shoulder. Knees to your chest. Scourin’ tip to your cervix. Pushing you into such a sinful mating press, “All done.”
“Mmmpf-” Teeth grit, you’re instinctually struggling against the restraint whilst he accelerates his hips like an animal—
“All ready to get fucked pregnant, my darling.”
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“Hey…Yaga-san? Is it alright to come in?” A few months later, you and your husband find yourselves shuffling inside your former teacher’s office once more. It was later after the school day, and as expected the man was still looking through reports from recent missions. He looks up as you enter.
It’s been years since the time where you’d been here for detentions and important debriefings, and now you were here for a much different reason.
Slowly, you’re intertwining your hand in Nanami’s as you both face Principal Yaga. He squeezes your hand, golden wedding ring frigid against your skin.
You take a deep breath-
“Kento and I wanted to ask whether you’d like to be our future daughter’s godfather?”
♡ GETO SUGURU - WATERWORKS!
Toshihisa Negi, commander of the Time Vessel Association, a proud core part of Geto Suguru’s ‘family’ of sorcerers, has been having a bit of an issue lately.
Nothing to do with their leader, of course!
He would never speak ill of their glorious leader - never - rather, it’s everything to do with the place of their hideout. The temple made such strange noises at night. Sometimes it’s a constant rhythmic thumping, other times it’s what sounds like nails clawing on tatami- and Negi has half the mind to believe that this particular sanctuary might just be haunted!
And that certainly won’t do for their leader, who only ever deserved the best and nothing but the best. This cacophony must certainly interfere with Geto’s sleep, which must be why his handsome face has been looking a little pale lately, dark circles underneath his eyes.
Which is why the commander took it upon himself to do a little digging, a little snooping around.
He’s sure he can catch this damned ghost and bring it before their leader (can ghosts be sued? He’s not quite sure…) But either way it’s the dead of night and there’s no turning back now. The man found himself tip-toeing through a winding hallway inside the building, the one where these noises seemed to frequent from. And if this ghost couldn’t get any more audacious, it was the floor their leader’s bedroom was in!
Butterfly net in hand, back plastered against the wall, he’s making his way through the dimly-lit corridor.
Creeping in.
Creeping in…
And there! There it is! That thud-thud-thudding noise was starting up once more. And with a gulp, Negi was tightening his grip on the net and looking into the room where it was emanating from—Geto Suguru’s bedroom.
And what he saw was, oh—
“Once.”
“I d-didn’t—”
“Twice.”
“That was just—”
“Three times you have tried to run away from me tonight, hm?” Geto’s ruthlessly cutting off your pleads, those amethyst eyes of his narrowing in a way that made his pretty face look so mean. And before you can get a proper word out, he’s smacking his fingertips down on your puckered folds.
Not once. Not twice. But three whole times that leave your swollen nub all stinging n’ raw.
Just the wet gush of your slick making you shiver, you’re somehow managing to babble out. “It- it was just reflex, it just felt so good so I-”
“But you know what I’ve told you about running from it, right?” Geto doesn’t raise his voice beyond that familiar purr. “You know?”
And it was almost a challenge to hear him beyond the smack and the smack of his clammy v-line, sticking against the backs of your ass cheeks for a few seconds. You’d been manhandled into a full nelson that was almost too sinful to even look at. To spy on.
Geto had his strong forearms looped underneath your knees, pushing your knees up to your chest. His chiselled body was in control of the pace from beneath, the entire length of his looooong aching cock shoving inside. Hard. Just vicious.
All the way from his pinkish globular tip, and uuuuup between your glistening folds. You can practically hear the grin in his throaty tone, “Or are ya fucked dumb enough that you can’t even remember, gorgeous?”
“I-I remember- I remember!” You’re sobbing out, trying to buck your body on top of his- but the only thing that does is make him pin your body to his even harder.
Geto arches his muscular body upwards, so that the large erection between those legs swerved n’ swerved constantly inside. “Oh reeeeeally—?” It’s almost a growl, a warning, and his slender fingertips slither upwards to pinch that throbbing clit of yours. “And do you remember exactly what I said?”
Hiccuping, “Y-yes–”
He twists that nub of yours, sparks flowing through your body at the act. “Hm—?”
“Yes yes yes!” Yelping, just as loud as he wanted. You’re trying to buck your sheeny hips against his- but all that Geto does is haul your legs upwards until your hamstrings scream, pushed all the way up till your tits. “I remember- ngh, I remember. You said that if I r-run away three times, then…”
“Then?”
“-then I have to- hah, squirt.”
Thwack! The rotundness of his balls end up smacking against your cunt, making a few glittery beads of slick escape your cunt- as if a premonition of what was coming. “Exactly.” There was something breathy in his tone, something that sounded as if he was on the verge of breaking. “Exactly- exactly.” Oh, he already was breaking. “Exactly, you’re going to squirt.”
“Ohhhh, please-” You’re gasping, helpless against his roughening thrusts. Harder and harder, hitting your g-spot multiple times per second. “I don’t even know if I- hah, if I have the possibility to even-”
“You can.” He hums, “And you will.”
You will, you will, you will.
You will and he was thoroughly pumping his shaft into you, just the blossomin’ red tip of his cock entering your womb. You could feel the wetness of his precum seep all over, and it was making your cunt gush out twofold. “Fuh-fuck, it just feels so good-” Running your hands down your front, holding your own core. “-can feel you all the way here.”
“Mmm—” His free hand glides up the middle of your body, just the rotund end of his index drawing a steeeeady line up to your throat. “-not here?”
And then he’s hammerin’ away even faster, hard enough that the circumference of his cockhead bangs your softness- making your entire body go on edge. “C-can feel you there too, please-” You’re writhing in his arms, but Geto’s not letting you move a single inch- you were being fucked to his sloppy pace, with his sloppy wads of precum swirling your insides. “Please, I don’t think m’gonna last long-”
“Then squirt, gorgeous.” His dark lashes flutter as he rolls his eyes, slight amusement in his voice. “Don’t even think about cumming, you better squirt.”
Your nails claw down his forearm, slipping with the thin layer of sweat. “I- I think-”
“Mhmmm—?”
“I think m’gonna-”
Just the flared ridge of his cockhead rubbin’ all over your g-spot, again and again and again. Until that particular bundle of nerves felt way too tender, and you could feel the tug at the pit of your stomach. “Squirt, gorgeous, squirt.” Geto’s hot breath wafts at your throat and down your shoulders, and you can feel yourself veering on the edge of your orgasm. “And don’t think about- hah, running away when you do…”
“I won’t—fuck.”
It’s as if you’re exploding into your sudden bliss- so much of it bursting from between your sopping pussylips that it’s like a faucet. Those splattering wads drip down from your entrance, creating a glaze along his solid inches.
Peak after peak. Thrust after thrust.
His roverin’ red tip perfectly locates your sweet spot, banging against that lil’ treasure trove until you’re almost crying from your high. “It feels so good-” You’re gasping, with your back arched so deep. “Oh my god- fuck! I can’t believe it feels so good.”
“Mmm, told you so.” Geto’s inching in so that he can take goooood long glances between your legs, at the way your sultry hole was swallowing him up with ease. Molded to his thickened girth, “Now just sit back, relax, cum-” His honed canines sink into the left shell of your ear, “-and don’t- fucking- run.”
“I won’t- hck! I won’t…”
At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself.
Braving through the incredible sensation of his puffy pink veins, they massage into every inch of your walls and make you whimper. In and out. In and out. In and out.
Toes curling.
Back arching.
You throw your head back and the only thing you’re seeing is the white of your high. Your every feeling was heightened, and you can feel the line of his slit embed deep into your cervix, as if carving out his own mark there.
And it twitches restless each time you’re clenching, it jolts, it spurts out in wads of precum after each convulse- and Geto is just fucking you like an animal. All the way until way past your high, and your hole stops splashin’ out your syrupy sap. All the way until it peters out, and Geto is still pounding up restlessly into you-
“M’high’s over, Suguru…” Your mouth lolls open, slobbering down the front of your chin. Twitching as his slick-glazed cock just keeps going faster, “I said- fuck! I said it’s over, Suguru, I can’t cum again so soon-”
“So what?”
Oh.
A shudder wracks through your entire body, and you’re in sheer awe at the way his thickened length seems to plunge into you. Rapid. Urgent. Not even proper thrusts anymore, mere half-thrusts from the middle of his vein-covered shaft just because he was so eager to feel you. “It’s just so-” And just as urgent, your body thrums with your own pleasure. “Just feels so- hck! Fuck! I can’t even speak-”
“Mmm…you can’t speak, but remember you can’t run, either.” He warns, slightly chuckling at his own joke.
“And yet- how am I supposed to help it-”
“How am I supposed to help it, hm?” Geto coos, all faux-innocence that you knew too well. Because the problem is- he was fucking you like he wanted you to run from it. Wanted you to squirm away. Wanted you to worry that it was too much. Hard and fast and rough. “I just wanna keep on fuckin’ this pretty- hah, pussy. How m’I supposed to do that if you keep fucking- running- away.” With a slight growl, those fingers on your clit squeeze once more, and you find yourself lurching off of his drilling hips with a gasp. “Just like that.”
“What-” Your eyes snap open, “Wait- wait that wasn’t me running-”
“And yet, it was.”
Such a sweet tone that he’s taking on with you, and yet his actions are so mean.
One hand moving up to choke your pretty neck, the other twisting over your clit. “I’m not a good man, honey.” He growls in your ear, thrusts speeding up. “I’m not a good man at all- no one in this city can run from me.” Until you think you might just be veering into yet another wave of bliss, mind so muddled that you barely even register it. “Not even you.”
You’re begging, nails attempting to drag down the floor. “P-please-”
“And for running from me four times, hm…how about…” You’re waiting with bated breath as he rattles on, pretending to think when you knew damn well that Geto Suguru always thought his words out beforehand. “-how about we breed you, hm?”
Fuck.
It hits you just as hard as it hits Negi, watching from the doorway—frozen.
He doesn’t know what do to - laugh at his impression that it’d been a ghost, when it was really this all along (fuck, he should’ve known), or cry because he’s never been harder in his life-
Just then for the briefest second - the briefest - Geto Suguru’s eyes meet his through the slight crack in the sliding doors.
And the glorious leader only smiles.
♡ CHOSO KAMO - Giddy up!
Which one of you was more drunk n’ gone by this point?
You had absolutely no idea.
Absolutely no fucking idea—because you were riding you pretty boyfriend until he was spilling out in great, glittering tears. Just the cutest wobble of his pinkish lips, sensitive with how many times he’d been gnawing down on them. Skin flushed a lecherous rouge all the way from the tips of his ears, down to his abs.
And the entirety of his muscular body wracked with shivers after each clench of your clingy walls ‘round him, “Hck! Fuh-fuck!” His quiet baritone shook with so many whines any time he opened his mouth, “Fuck, it just feels so good, baby.”
“S’that sooooo—?” And then there was you - quite frankly, you were just addicted to riding Choso Kamo until he was all overstimulated and tender. Because he just made the prettiest noises, just said the cutest things, just fucked you in the filthiest way.
Because he was addicted too, didn’t you know?
Those hazy chocolate eyes of his bore up into yours, “Mhm, i-it is so.” And he lets out a cracked whimper as you’re kissing away the line of drool built up on one corner of Choso’s maw. “And you better not stop until m’cumming dry, alright?”
You’re holding back a giggle at the way he was urging his head upwards, so thorough in his pleads. “But of course, Cho.”
And he was going to hold you to that.
It wasn’t just a request, it was a promise.
It was an oath- because even numerous bounces of your hips later, when your hamstrings are all screaming and sore, Choso still doesn’t want you to stop. Even as he’s feeling the sensitivity build up in his red, raw cock- Choso still doesn’t want you to stop. Even as he’s fucking beading out a few pearly beads of white from the end of his shaft—
“Some more- some more-” Choso hiccups from the back of his throat, noises wrenching out thickly. By now, the creaking of the bed was so loud that you could barely even make out his sultry words. “Just a little more- hck! I feel like m’getting close to cumming dry, baby.”
“Still just ‘close’?” You ask, through a slight gasp of surprise. “Oh, baby, your stamina is just off the charts.”
Just at that, you can feel his flared tip splash! out a few more webbed wads of cum. Such a pretty blush taking over his cheeks, “Th-thank you for that, baby.”
Grinning, and this time you’re dragging your hips reeeeeal slow along his shaft while you think. Just the sultriest figure-eights that leave the man underneath you panting and begging for more. “Mmm, but that makes me think, Cho-”
“Wh-what does that pretty mind say, hm?” He’s somehow managing out through his tears. Hanging on your every word (as he always did) even when he was being fucked stupid by your pussy, the slip-slip of your velvety walls snatching away every coherent thought in his mind.
“Hmmmm—” And with the final, loudest slurp! Choso’s grabbing the side of your right ass cheek and helping you bounce on his upright cock. Simply moving you with his strength, biceps flexing maddeningly - times like this, it’s hard to forget that his strength was simply inhuman. “Y’know how you still haven’t cum dry, Choso?” He’s fervently nodding, head throwing backwards as your speed picks up once more. “Well, m’wondering whether maybe with your- mm, half-curse body it’s possible for us to even make it out alive before you cum dry-”
“But I’d rather die than stop-” Choso cranes his head upwards in alarm, crashing his spit-glossed lips onto yours in an effort to get you to stop talking.
To stop overthinking.
To stop doing anything but swervin’ and swervin’ his rock-hard cock inside you, until each and every inch of your innards was pinpointed with his cum.
With both hands he’s grabbing either side of your hips now, pulling you down to meet his wild, thrashing bucks- “Would rather- fuck- fucking die than let go of this pretty pussy.” He’s muttering between each thrust, more to himself. “Would rather fucking die than hafta say goodbye t-to her.” Just the edge of his pinkish tongue darting out as he concentrates on hitting your g-spot juuuust right. “Would rather- hngh, oh, baby, I’d do so many things for you- but giving up when your pussy needs me is something I’d rather die than do. Would rather die- rather die- rather—”
“Oh- fuck!” You’re arching your back into his movements, now more taken over by his own vicious cadence.
You didn’t even know that your sweet boyfriend could move like this, and he was positively ruining your pussy by stretching out ridge and crevice to mold exactly to his size. Whispering, “Because just feel the way she’s clenching around me- suckin’ me in like she d-doesn’t want me t-to leave.”
Dark brows furrowed in concentration, in a way that made him look so handsomely serious as he pummelled your pussy raw. “And the way her cute womb twitches juuust like- that- she’s getting herself ready for my seed, y’know- heh.” Babbling on the most nonsensical things, the most pussydrunk, “And the way she’s just dripping- oh, it makes me wanna…makes me wanna…why are you running, baby?”
Your eyes snap down to meet his, slight shock in your voice. “Wh-what?”
“Running.” Choso’s lower lip juts out in what looks like a slight pout, and he’s running one of his hands down from your thigh to graze down the front of his abs. Down the front of where you’d left a glistening snail trail of your slick, “Look at the mess you’ve made trying to escape- ngh, why are you running from me, baby?”
“That’s probably from it smearing-” You try to explain-
“But it isn’t.” As if to prove his point, the hand at his sheeny-slicked abs moves to grip your throat and drag you back closer to him. “That thing you do- yes, that-” And that’s only when you’re noticing - the way that your hips bucked juuuust slightly upwards in sensitivity, whenever his cockhead veered too close to your battered g-spot. So that was what he was talking about. “-don’t you think of running away from me, baby.”
“I didn’t think I was…”
“Why’s she trying to run a-away? Doesn’t it feel good enough?” He’s pleading up at you, left hand now pinning your lower half to his own. You could feel every single ripple n’ flex of his waist as he fucked up into you like a madman, and it made even the man himself tear up in sensitivity. “Doesn’t this pussy like it? Hck! Don’t I hit—” Stroking the target of your g-spot until you see stars, “-eeeevery good spot so well? Do I need to cum even more inside?”
Dazedly, you’re shaking your head. “No- hah! No no, it’s not that, Cho, it’s just—”
Long lashes fluttering, Choso’s holding you down to him so tightly that his knuckles stretch themselves white. Nails digging into your flesh. Heat seeping into your body. “Jus’ what, baby?”
“It’s just that I’m so sensitive.”
And there, you’d said it.
Blinking past your tears, all there was left to do now was to watch Choso’s reaction. Just the most adorable way he was blushing down to the roots of his hair as he took in your words- took in the way that his needy cock was the one to have done that.
Mouth slightly agape.
Cock twitching inside of you.
And his mouth opens to let out a scorched pant- perhaps you’re waiting for him to say something. But before saying, Choso’s doing. Acting. Flipping your sweaty bodies over so that you have your back against the silken sheets and your legs thrown over his shoulder.
His perspired forehead sticking to yours with a slight thud, Choso’s pressing you into a fucking mating press before you even know what’s happening. “And here- this-” He crushes your limp legs tightly to himself, stopping you from squirming a single inch. “-you can’t run away in this position, right, baby?”
Your jaw drops, “I-I guess not-”
“Good.” And it’s accompanied by the most lecherous plap! of his rotund tip entering your womb, leaving bruises for days. “So you can take me until I- hngh, cum dry, can’t you?”
“Yes-” The only thing you can gasp out, like a broken record player. “Yes yes yes yes-” You were still so damn sensitive, and every rub-a-dub of his veiny shaft left you reeling. Tears streaming down either of your cheeks. Your toes curling. Back arching-
And then…just then, a sudden realization hits you.
“Wait- Choso, have you stopped your blood manipulation technique from going to your cock yet?”
“What do you-”
“How are you gonna cum dry if you- hck! keep regenerating? We’ll just never stop-”
“Oh.” And yet another few vulgar slams, another smile. “I see no problem there.”
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Perhaps it hours later, days later, weeks later—but by the time that Choso’s finally slowing down, finally letting cock dryly orgasm out into your sloppy cunt- you think you can see the sunlight filtering through the curtains.
What day was it?
“Dunno.” Choso hums—did you say that out loud. He huffs out a bark of hoarse laughter, “Yes, yes you did.”
“Mmmm.” You’re curling up into his side, feeling the splash! of ivory sap streaming between your legs.
Stuffed so full by Choso’s thickened base, “Now…have you ever heard of a ‘rut’, my baby? Especially for curses?”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Four arms// Four escapes.
“I really don’t know how you do it, my lady.” The elderly attendant mutters behind her hand, catching your attention from where you both had been watching the infamous King of Curses train.
Punch after punch dealt onto tall wooden pillars.
With his bare hands.
The oak shatters easily beneath his strength, all four arms dealing powerful blows that make the ground trundle beneath your feet. And once he was done with each pillar after one or two strikes, a group of Sukuna’s attendants would totter over yet another one. Hastening to stand it upright in the middle of the dojo, and sprinting away before they, too, were caught in the shockwave.
You supposed that it wasn’t particularly the most productive pastime, especially considering that you were simply an avid spectator.
But oh—did you have much to look at.
The thin layer of sweat on Sukuna’s shirtless body, emphasizing his every prominent muscle, biceps rippling as he moved his arms, abs tensing, eyes honed in on his target. It simply sent shivers down your spine, and you find yourself almost forgetting that you’d been in the middle of a conversation - technically.
“F-forgive me, the noise of the wood is quite loud, isn’t it?” You’re explaining, turning to your attendant with much difficulty. “What was that?”
“I said I really don’t know how you do it, my lady.” She places her palm on one cheek, staring over at the scene with a sigh. “I do not wish to speak ill of his majesty, of course, but with all those extra arms, those extra eyes, those extra mouths- all that monstrous strength…”
“Yes?”
“Forgive me for asking but…isn’t it almost fearsome?”
And you can only smile, “Far from it.”
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Less than an hour later and you were splayed out all across the dojo floor - empty, now, except for you and your husband. The King of Curses. Ryomen Sukuna. Shoving you down onto the carpeted ground and shoving his dual cocks inside you.
“What was that- tch.” Sukuna’s snarling out from above you, a hint of amusement in his grumbling tone. “Ya were gossiping about me with the help, were ya? Saying such sappy things- pah! don’tcha know that a king has an image to keep up, lil’ brat.”
And you’re gasping through your tears, words slightly muffled by the way that Sukuna clasps the sweaty back of your scalp and pushes your face deeper into the soft floor. “But- but I wasn’t lying–”
“And for that yer getting it even harder.”
Because they were right - Ryomen Sukuna is merciless, he is vicious…when it’s to do with your aching hot pussy, that is.
That red, rotund ends of his shafts were so fucking hard that it almost felt like he was about to burst- swirlin’ your insides in combination with his translucent precum. Pushing his wads into even the tiniest crevices within you, he swabs his lengths against your g-spot and then straight down to your cervix.
Creating two dull thud-thuds! that make your teeth set on edge, body weakly crawling forwards from his ploughing hips. “Oh my- oh my god—ngh.” You’re clawing at the ground in an attempt to hold on for dear life, “I will stand by the fact that you’re- ngh, actually a sappy softie-”
“Ohhh, you have such a mouth on you, woman.” The bridge of his nose crinkles in a smile that almost looks like a snarl. “Is it really yours- or that pussy of yours that’s talking now?”
You throw a dopey grin over your shoulder, “Why don’t you c’mere and find out- hck!”
“Mmmm, really is that pussy talkin’ then.” Sukuna’s tutting, and you can almost hear the roll of both crimson sets of his eyes. One of his clawed hands scraping down your spine, “I know my lil’ human isn’t brave enough to challenge me-”
“But I just said-”
“-unless she just wants ta be fucked even harder.”
Even harder. Even rougher.
The sloppy, sloppy glides of his cockhead ends up hitting your every tender orifice inside- just emptying out his pre into every crevice it’d stick. It slips down the sides of your channel and ends up leaking out of your hole, a delicate stream that his second cursed tongue flops out to lap up.
The slimy edge of his monstrous tongue ends up slipping between your quivering legs, ticklin’ back and forth to gulp up your sweetened juices.
Leaving you attempting to uselessly pry your hips away with a whine, “Oh- oh my goodness. Both cocks a-and your tongue, fuck, now that’s just unfair-”
“What’s unfair?” Sukuna humans, and oh—the audacity for both his smirking mouths to snicker down at you. Just raising his pale pink brow at the way you blabber out stupidly with the scourings of his shafts, “And here I thought you said I was sappy-” The words bursting down at you after each heavy probe of his dual tips, “-here I thought you said I was soft-”
“W-well you are t’me…” Bubbling out through the miry ribbons of saliva between your lips, you push your hips back n’ forth into his maddeningly.
“And yer saying- this is soft?” Only to be shoved a proper few inches down the floor - and you don’t get too far. Because two of his hands end up on your hips, one more on top of your scalp, yet another one wrapped ‘round your neck. All of them tightening to haaaaaul you back into him- “Really? Soft? Soft?” Striking your cervix particularly hard, “Because s’feeling reeeeal hard t’me, mama.”
“It does- it does feel hard.” You’re mindlessly agreeing, and he just finds it so adorable how you’re fucked so beyond stupid that you can’t do anything but whimper out your agreements. And yet, still stubbornly, “But you’re still…”
“Heh, cute.”
It’s just so easy to grip your body from four sides and draaaag you back onto his cocks, sliding across that floor, pulled until the curve of your ass cheeks were snug against his pink happy trail.
“N’ is it because m’sooooo soft that yer trying to fucking run away, brat?” Sukuna was merciless, manhandling you to him as if you were nothing but a ragdoll. Honed, he shovels all his matching inches into yours until it felt wrong to not have him stuffed inside your cunt. “Is it? M’just too- heh, sweet that you need to escape from my fat fuckin’ cocks? Just such a big softie that you can’t even handle it?”
Insisting, “I can handle- oh.”
“And it’s because the king is so merciful that I need ta be even rougher, don’t I?”
“Oh.”
Before you know it, you’re being bodily lifted off of the floor. And Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t even need to break a sweat to have you moved around just how he wanted it, and you blink- you’re suddenly carried off the dojo ground.
Arms scrambling to latch around Sukuna’s shoulders, ankles locking over his toned waist.
He’s lifting you clear seven feet off of the flat surface, where you have absolutely nowhere to escape from his thickened cocks. Swelling even further the deeper they push inside of you, “Heh- standing up.” Sukuna’s calling out over your crackling whines, “Now you have nowhere to go. Nowhere to run-” He nuzzles you with his handsome nose, so prominent. “-from your softie, huh?”
“I don’t- fuck.” In practically no time, he’s drilling into you like an utter madman. The round ends of his lengths constantly swabbin’ your sweet spots back and forth, “When I said you were a- ngh, Kuna-”
“Oh, shush, woman.” He’s fondly rolling his eyes - his favorite hobby, fucking his wife dumb. “And fucking- take- it.”
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The next time you’re watching Sukuna train, it’s seated.
With your body sore from the day before, and your thighs still quivering. You’re clasping your hands together, gulping, as you watched on at the repetitive motions of Sukuna destroying those towering wooden pillars once again.
A sight that you found hypnotizing- oh, the way he moved-
“I must say.” Your trusty attendant pipes up from her seat beside you, “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen his majesty wear quite this many layers when he is training. Quite strange.” She turns to you, “Is he suffering from some ailment? Must I summon the royal physician?”
“I uh-” You’re blinking down at your husband who- yes, was wearing an extra training robe today, unlike yesterday when he’d simply been shirtless. Though there was a damn good reason for that. “Not that I’m aware of…”
“Then I believe it would be a good idea to have his majesty undergo a check-up.” She’s nodding fervently, leaning into the middle of the battlefield to take a closer look at the fighting royal. “After all, we wouldn’t want to miss anything when it comes to his majesty, I trust that it isn’t anything serious but nevertheless- oh!”
And it’s then that you see it - the both of you.
The way that Ryomen Sukuna’s robes shift just slightly to the side as he gears up yet another punch. The way that Ryomen Sukuna reveals his skin, decorated in a pattern of bruises and lecherous nail marks and bite marks that leave the both of you gaping.
And the attendant snapping her eyes away from the king and towards you-
“W-well, I believe we must summon the royal physician despite that.” Looking at your middle, your own skin peaking out with nail marks of his own hands. “For…other purposes.”
♡ INO TAKUMA - XOXO!
“O-oh, Taku, just the feeling of it is so…” Your mouth waters, and you’re unable to even finish your sentence at the time.
The only thing you can even think about is the feeling of your boyfriend’s long, pretty cock. It was stuck all snugly inside of your cunt, opening up even the tiniest orifices - and not just that, but you were hypnotized by the feeling of his latest Prince Alber’s piercing—
It’d been just over a month and a half since Ino had come back from the tattoos and piercings shop with a surprise. Showing off that silvery orb he’d pierced along the sensitive line of his slit.
And fuck- was it hot.
Bu the waiting had been torture.
You had to wait for weeks after until he’d properly healed, until you could finally corner him in your shared bedroom and all but pounce on him. Until you could finally, finally feel the coldness of that lil’ sphere travelling back n’ forth inside your cunt, a sensation like never before.
“You don’t hafta be nice t’me, pretty.” And oh—Ino Takuma sounded as if he was on the very verge of falling apart as he’s begging down at you. Hips rutting into yours in a mean missionary, just the classic position so he could stare at both your pretty face and your pretty cunt. He blushes, “But…but do you really like it that much?”
You’re nodding furiously, “Like it? I love it, oh—can feel exactly where it is. Just a little to the right, Taku, and you’re gonna hit my- ngh, right there.”
Easily, the frigid circle of his piercing finds itself pressin’ down on your g-spot as if it was nothing but some cute lil’ button for him to push away. “Right there.” He whispers to himself, brows furrowing adorably in concentration. “Right there, right there, right there- you know how my piercing feels all- hngh, inside you, sweetness? How you can’t hide a single spot from me now?”
“Yes yes yes—” You were just so damn wet that any time his cock pulled out, that piercing near the top of his shaft glinted with so many layers of glazed slick. “Feel so perfect inside- hck!”
“If you think that’s perfect just wait until m’hitting your pretty cervix.” Ino coos out, his right hand falling down to the side of your hip so that he could properly control where he aimed.
Your legs curled tighter around his slender waist, “Well h-hurry up then-”
“My impatient girl.”
And you don’t have to wait too long - Ino Takuma never made his pretty girl wait too long - before the curved edge of his cock finally finds your most fragile spot. And not only is he grazing it with his length, Ino is taking the time to angle his hips and rub right along that particular spot.
Rubbin’ and rubbin’.
A few times until your eardrums pop with pleasure, and you almost don’t hear the next words out of his mouth- “Y’know I purposefully got my piercing exactly where I knew it’d hit your g-spot, sweetness?” Ino proudly announces, making your jaw drop. He did what? “Because I knew my girl’s pretty pussy would appreciate it, and of course- why wouldn’t I wanna always kiss that cute spot?”
“You’re- you’re insane.” You’re somehow gasping out, your entire body overtaken by the precise way that his Prince Albert’s piercing massages your nerves. “Oh my god, you’re driving me insane.”
“Mmm, in a good way- right?”
It takes you a few more cold smooches against your g-spot for you to finally snap - your legs planting upon either side of the mattress as you thrust yourself higher up the bed. Jerking sensitively every time Ino successfully manages to knock-knock-knock his mushroom tip against your g-spot. “I mean-” You hiss, “I mean- yes- fuck!”
“But then why are you running away…?”
After Ino’s pouty question, he’s grabbing a good handful of your waist and lugging you back down onto his cock. Your eyes snap open as you hit his toned v-line with a smack! fully plunged with his cock- before he’s starting his rugged pace once more.
Hips rutting down into yours like such an animal- “Why are you running?” He breathes, almost as if he couldn’t quite believe your action himself yet. “Don’t run from me, pretty, we still have so much to doooo—”
“M’not really-” But then his cold cold orb lodges against your g-spot once more and you swear you see white, “Oh my god-” Body moving instinctually before your mind once more to bounce away, “-holy fuck, it just feels too good.”
“If it feels too good then maybe this pretty pussy just needs to learn how to take it, hm?” He’s questioning, one brow raised. Pleading, “Don’t run, please.”
“I c-can’t help it- oh.”
And then…and then the strangest thing, Ino finds himself looking forward to that helplessly cute way that you’d try to steady your wobbly legs and push up the bed- as if you were torn on whether you wanted to escape or come back down for even more of him.
He’s finding himself hypnotized.
Finding himself addicted.
Ino’s growing even impossibly harder every time he has to pretend to roll his eyes, perhaps even sigh. And with the most sleazy smirk on his face, he’d clap his hand down upon your hips once more and gyrate your body back down. “But I haven’t even gotten ta kiss every part of you with this- ngh, piercing yet, pretty.” He’s throwing back his chestnut bangs and pouting, “First I hafta kiss your pretty clit here—mwah!”
Pulling out, you shiver and twitch once he taps his bulbous piercing down on your sensitive nub. “Oh my- ngh.”
“Don’t run.” He’s pinning you back down to him, until your clit gets crushed underneath the mass of his body, the tufts of his happy trail. “And theeeeeen I hafta kiss that s-sweet g-spot right here. Mwah!”
Precisely striking your g-spot with that metallic addition.
You’re bucking wildly a few times before you realize that you’re not going anywhere with Ino pinning you down. And it’s times like this that his strength, trained with so many missions, so many exercises, really left your cunt soaked.
Letting off the sappiest squelches as he keeps drilling his vein-covered shaft in- “And then- oh, can’t forget your cute cervix. Mwah!” Just sliiiding his cold piercing down the sopping wet end of your pussy, it draws frigid lines there that you feel even as Ino’s pulling back to do it all over again. “And your womb- oh, how I love her always. Just the sweetest gal, askin’ for my cum—mwah!”
You gasp, “Oh, you’re j-just so filthy, Taku. Didn’t even know you had this side of you.”
“Well, the piercing just has me appreciating every inch of you that I get to call mine, sweetness.” He hums, dragging his kiss-swollen lips down yours. “And next up is gonna be these pretty lips of yours- mwah!”
Shuddering at the implication, you couldn’t move even if you wanted to- and even though that’s what Ino was manhandling you into the entire time, well…
He couldn’t believe it himself, to be quite honest. He’s already hankerin’ for the way those glossy walls of yours would clench around him, would move all over and stir his thickened cock. You just had him drunk on your pussy with just a few sultry swerves.
And he’s holding one hand to your hips, pressing you against his toned pelvis- “Hey- hey, pretty.” Getting your attention, now matter how stupid you were fucked by him. Ino was already starting to move your hips by himself, signalling you to fuck back- “How about s’your turn to get kissed by me this time, hm?”
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The tattoo and piercings shop got a speedy appointment the very next day, and their brows slightly raised when they saw the name written down on the register.
INO TAKUMA—3:15PM APPOINTMENT TODAY
(MORE GENITAL PIERCINGS—POSSIBLE JACOB’S LADDER?)
So this was the very customer that’d wanted a Prince Albert’s piercing less than two months ago, and had nearly cried on the chair whilst getting it- though, despite how many times the piecers had suggested perhaps they do something else for the day, it was almost admirable how adamant he’d been. All for his lovely girlfriend, you, it seems.
Ultimately he’d ended up talking about you and showing pictures throughout the entire experience, leaving half the store swooning and the other half disgusted yet happy for the two.
And if he was coming back then- well, they can only assume that the surprise piercing went very, very well.
♡ GOJO SATORU - MARATHON
“Satoru?”
“Yes, my beautiful wife~?”
“Can reverse cursed technique be used in bed?”
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And that was exactly what’d gotten you into this mess in the first place.
With your face pushed into the mountains of your pillows, now drenched with all the pathetic droolin’ you’d been doing these past multiple hours. With your ass held high in the air, your skin there stinging and raw with constant impact.
Quivering at the next—
“Come on.” Gojo’s hoarse bass echoes out from behind you, enough to send goosebumps skittering across every inch of your body. “Come on come on- come on-” Because oh—he just sounded so unsteady. So gone. So ready to snap any and every second he’s plunging his red, wettened tip into your insides.
Voice breathy. Octaves higher.
Earlier, you’d made the mistake of slightly attempting to escape his aggressive thrusts- out of sheer surprise at the filthy pressure. And now - instead of being offended, instead of ignoring it, instead of rolling his eyes at your dramatics - your husband was urging you to do it again.
More.
Faster.
Further.
Shaking every time he’s reeling his hips back to slam into the deepest depths of your cervix, throwing you forwards a few inches down the bed. And Gojo’s watching the entire thing unfold with nothing but a shaky chuckle at the way your poor body was nothing but mush against his maddened pace. “Come on- come- fuck! come- on.”
“Oh my-” You’re throwing your head back, only for Gojo to lean forwards and bite down on the side of your neck like some animal in heat. “Oh my- hck! god- when you s-said regeneration, I didn’t think you’d be able to last- ngh, this long.”
“Come on- fuck, you mean my stamina, sweetheart?” And it was a pure wonder that he was able to even register the words you were saying, let alone form a coherent response. “My stamina’s always been like this, pretty girl…”
And as he trails off, you’re holding your breath- for the way that he’s then slamming a few greedy fingertips down on your clit and letting it buzz with sparks of cursed energy. “Oh fuck- oh.”
Gojo coos as you start to buck with the pleasure that flashes behind your lids, “It’s just that- oh, with my reverse cursed energy now—” He’s leaned up so close behind you that you could feel the glissade of his toned core, abs massaging down your spine. “-I don’t have to worry about breaking bones.”
And something in his tone told you that he was well and fully capable of doing so.
Well and fully.
He drags one of his training-roughened hands down the sides of your body, soothing all those sore tendons and ligaments. “So don’t be afraid to go all out, sweetheart.” Gojo’s humming, voice airy- with just an inkling of something…dark that sets you on edge. “Don’t be afraid to…h-heh run if you need to.”
“R-run?” You’re repeating after him. And you’re only halfway through your wonderment at just why you might need to run, when you’re getting your answer already.
When Gojo’s pummeling his puckered edge into you until you’re seeing stars- and you’re just so overstimulated that his strawberry divot has you crying out.
Body quivering as you jerk just a little, move just a little off of his rhythmically drilling shaft. Almost running from it.
And you swear that Gojo’s half-lidded peripherals burst with a faint few bolts of lightning as he catches the act, lips squiring up into a shattered smile. “That’s right-” One hand of his finds itself latched onto the back of your neck, forcefully bouncing you back n’ forth. “That’s right that’s right- run, my pretty little wife, run. Come on, run.”
“Satoru—” Whining out, your body can only weakly take his thorough pushes. Shivering as you pap! your hips down onto his, his cum from round prior sploshin’ all around. “Satoru it’s just s-so much…”
That’s all it takes for his blushin’ tip to throb just a little bigger deep inside of you, Gojo’s voice turning breathy as he exclaims. And any time you moved, he would just draaaag you back down. “O-ohhhh, yeah keep saying that. Just a little further, come on now- mhmmm, further.”
“T-trying—”
A cool breeze of reverse cursed energy refreshes your muscles, “Come on. Coooome on, this pretty body can give me a little more- s’just so cute how you keep runnin’ from it but still come back down for more. A little further now, my wife.”
“So bossy.” You’re huffing out.
“Oh yeah, that’s right-” And Gojo’s upturning his pretty pink lips and giggling—the audacity! He leans his weight further down on your lower half, making the gravity of it push you further up the creaking bedsprings. Whispering into your ear, “Does that make you wanna run from me, sweetheart? Wanna- hck! show me what I’m missing? Make me beg for you back again?”
“Yes-” You’re gasping, your entire body still aaaaaching- even despite the reverse cursed energy that flowed through you. As you didn’t have the years of training and stamina that he did, “Yes yes yes, it makes me want to…”
Your mouth waters once Gojo’s tip expertly locates your g-spot- so bruised by now with his constant thrashes. He tap-tap-taps against there a few times, “Makes you want to what, hm?”
“Makes me want to—oh.”
And you’re not quite sure what was about to fall out of your mouth, you’re not quite sure what you were even thinking at that point - because in a split-second, you’re crashing into your nth high of the night.
With your body dropping drunkenly down onto the bedsprings below, and your eyes glazing over with a fresh bout of overstimulated tears. Toes curling. Mouth squealing his name like a mantra.
Gojo has so much fun simply starin’ down at his pretty wife and sighing fondly - how cute. How easy it was for him to let his cursed energy go out of control- invisible tendrils of power lift you off of the bedsprings, raising you in midair. “I thought I told you to fuck back t’me- I thought I told you to run, my pretty girl.”
“I-I tried-” You’re sobbing, feeling his thick tip thud your g-spot without even trying - as expected, you’re looking over your shoulder and gasping at the lightning sparking around his eyes. He was using his Six Eyes to find your g-spot each and every time.
“Mmm, you tried? But s’not time to- ngh, tap out just yet, y’know?” He drawls out, amused. Those coils of Gojo’s power still keep you moving to his every whim and want- “How about there- the headboard. Try n’ grab it if yer gonna run, might just help you.”
Arm limply reaching forwards, “L-like this?” And it’s Gojo that has to help you properly clasp onto it, too. The audacity.
“Yeahhhh come on now.” He snickers, “Try to run- yes like- oh, put your back into it, sweetheart.” Whilst he’s pounding your geysering orifice like he’s just gone wild, he’s encouraging you to move your body. “Just a bite more- aw come on.” And just like that, he’s dragging you back down onto his furious cock with ease. “You’d never make it on the battlefield against me- heh.”
“Well you are the strongest.” You’re blubbering out, and it might just be the most sensible thing you’d said all day.
“Heh, you got that right.” Gojo hums, the prettiest pussydrunken smile on his face. He ends his ruby-red tip out at your cervix with a wettened squeeeelch! “And m’fucking you like it, too.”
The final lewd noise before your cunt gets plugged up again with so many webs of cum, the ropey lines of it taking over every inch inside you.
He lets his sweaty head fall back with a groan. His back arching into yours. His hips pinning you down to stuff you full, despite how insistent he was on letting you squirm away to your heart’s content. He wasn’t leaving a single bit of space for you, and Gojo watches with a smile at the way the ivory sap gleams out from your pussylips.
Gojo watches with his Six Eyes at the way the ivory sap gets fucked even deeper inside of you, ending up embedded all the way into the backs of your womb-
“Mmm, I think it finally took, my wife.” He announces.
And you have to look over your shoulder with a gasp, “It- oh.”
But Gojo Satoru wasn’t going to give your pussy up that easily, “Now, how about a study on whether infinite void can be used in bed?”
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Gojo wanted to burst out laughing, he really did.
He watches Yaga’s face grow paler and paler by the second, by the neat lines, of his jujutsu report. It was probably the first one he’s done since- well- ever (semantics), and if you asked Gojo himself then he’d tell you that he did a damn good job of it.
Diagrams and annotations and all.
Anecdotes, too.
The council of elders wanted a report of his cursed prowess, then they were going to get it.
And by the end of it, Yaga’s dark brows were lifting above his sunglasses- and the hand that’d been holding the report had started to grip it so hard that his fingers were breaking through the paper. “Ay! Easy there, Yaga-san, I only printed out one of those and it’s actually a very through deep dive on the use of my powers in sexua-”
“Gojo Satoru, you’re fired.”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - T(rack)star
“Aww, my poor angel.” Higuruma, your loving husband, rubs your nipples softly through your ratty t-shirt. His fingertips alternating between rolling over and just lightly massaging your hardened nubs, slightly cracked from your recent bout at breast-feeding.
He hums to you gently, nudging his face along the inner part of your throat so that you can seep in his calming familiar musk. “So you’re saying that our daughter has been biting on my wife’s pretty tits too hard, hm?” And you’re nodding, wincing at the memory of your young daughter - you love her, of course, but she’d just started teething and the pain was getting almost unbearable during feeding time. “I’ll have to have a stern talk with her.”
You laugh at his half-joke, so deadpan. “My hero. But no- all I really need is some time to relax, I think.” Sadly gesturing at your tits, “Maybe pamper these girls a little.”
“I’ll book you a spa day at once- for tomorrow.” Higuruma states, eyes darkening with intent. “And a getaway next month, perhaps for just us. And we’ll start to wean her onto bottle-feeding, it’s about time, anyways. And…”
“And?” You’re raising a brow.
And oh- the way he was looking at you just now…“And for now…I have another solution.”
Less than two hours later and you find yourself flatly on your back, coursing through your second orgasm of the night. The sheer primal bliss rips through you and makes your limbs twitch each n’ every time Higuruma was fucking you through your high.
He was ruthless with it, just swipe-swipe-swiping away any droplet of your slick inside n’ replacing it with his own clingy sap. Claiming you from the inside out, he’s letting his translucent pre overflow from your leaky hole. Muffled, “Feels- mmpf, feels good, sugar?”
“Y-yes—” You’re trilling out, unable to help yourself. Before you’re glimpsing down at the vision of your husband, “Don’t talk with your mouth full, Hiromi.”
He pops off of your right nipple with a wettened plop! “My apologies.” And swear you can catch a thin line of saliva glide down a stern edge of his lip, something so out of place for your attorney husband. “How m’I supposed to be a father if I don’t even- hah, know manners myself?”
“Exactly what m’saying.” You huff, back arching- the nubs of your nipples were all glazed with his spittle, cold against the bedroom air. And you almost missed the hot cavern of his mouth- “H-Hiromi—”
“Mhmmm…” His eyes look down at your bitten-over tits all dreamily, lashes batting. “M’here- your husband here for you, my pretty angel.”
“Just want you to- fuck!” And he’s exactly back where you want him - with his gaped maw rovering over your nipples. Kissing. Licking. Biting. Loving.
He’s paying equal attention to both, swirlin’ the hot edge of his tongue over and over each one- before popping off and sucking on the other. Right as he pummels his achin’ cock into you, he massages your tits—bulbous tip twitching each time he gnawed down on the softness of your tits, and you swear you can feel him swell just a lil’ bigger inside of you.
Your husband was just ravenous- nostrils flaring like he didn’t even need to breathe, face flushing red with exertion, a thin line of perspiration running down his forehead and he can’t even stop.
“There there—” Purring, voice thick in the back of his throat. “Does it feel just a lil’ better, sugar- these soooore pretty tits, after a long day of nursing my daughter? And you- heh, you taste like sugar.”
Your jaw drops, chin falling down to your chest- meeting Higuruma’s sultry stare dead-on. “Wh-what are you talking about, Hiromi?”
Letting his pearly white canines lightly snag on your left areola, he’s humming from the back of his throat. “S’exactly like I said- y’know I’m a lawyer, angel, I don’t mince my words…much.” Lightly snickering, he’s then sucking on your tits- trying to squeeze both pretty nubs into his mouth. “But fuck- you taste so sweet…so creamy…” Dark eyes taking over a glazed look, “-almost like…milk.”
“Milk?”
And it wasn’t at all the first time that your husband had buried himself in the valley of your chest, sucking on your nipples like his favorite candy. But it was the first time since you’d had your daughter, considering the hectic schedule that came with raising a child- and Higuruma was positively lavishing your poor breasts with attention.
And it was the first time he’s saying that sucking on your swollen, sore nipples tasted anything like…milk.
With a hitched gasp, you’re reaching your dominant hand down and pryin’ aside one corner of Higuruma’s lips. Where he leans into the touch- where his kiss-bitten maw falls ajar for you- where he’s letting a thin stream of something milky white spill out.
“Oh- oh my god…” You breathe, “Hiromi, I’m lactating right now-”
“Mmmm—” He’s drunkenly opening his mouth even wider to lap at your overspillin’ nipples, the sappy gush of milk falling straight to his gullet. Greedy. Gluttonous. “I know.”
“Fuh-fuck!”
Because, as if it was even possible, Higuruma’s increasing the sloppy staccato of his hips. Letting his thick cock somehow swell even bigger. Redder. He was just so hungry scourin’ into every inch of your depths, pinpointing a bead of white precum for every ounce of milk that you were letting out.
A few stray trickles fall down his chin and Higuruma’s instantly darting his tongue to lap it up, not letting a single dewdrop go to waste. “Mhmmm—m’fucking you alright, sugar.” Slurring through his words, it’s almost as if he was pussydrunk and milk-drunk. “Fuckin’s what got these pretty tits all filled up with- ngh, sweet sweet milk, hm?”
“W-well-” You can’t help but arch your hips- unsure whether you wanted them away or papping! back down onto his for more, more, more. “Well, you’re right but-”
“Oh, I know m’right.” With a few more vulgar thrusts, you’re almost numb with pleasure.
Reaching everywhere - anywhere - for something like a lifeline, something to ground you to the constant bashes that Higuruma was roverin’ out on your walls. With so many veins that dappled along your sweetest spots, “You are-” Jerking, “You are and- oh, fuck, it just feels so—” Your milk coming out in streams—and fuck, the sight was just so lecherous. Higuruma gone on your cunt, gone on your overspilling tits.
“And I wonder if…” He briefly pauses in the middle of his lil’ monologue, leaving you curiously peering upwards at his hazy expression.
Before you even know what he’s doing, Higuruma has his hands detached from one of your tits and dragging you just a few inches deeper down his throbbing shaft, all the way until the tuft of his neat curly hair scratches against your clit. A carnal itch. His baritone sounded so damn serious as he rumbles—“No running.”
You shiver, “I- I wasn’t-”
And your husband’s shaking his head, lightly tutting at the way you’d just been so far from him. “Now now, then why are you so far away—?” Higuruma’s thick cockhead flinches inside of you, making you buck away once more in surprise- “Ah ah- I said no running, angel, how m’I going to- hah, fuck you pregnant again?” Just slobbering down the peaks of both your tits, letting himself gurgle on the creamy liquid. Just choking on it- “And make you leak outta these pretty tits twofold?”
You weren’t even sure if he was making sense at this point- and you weren’t sure if you were, either. Just rounding your hips down to meet every inch of his overeager cock, “I don’t know if it even…” Before you’re looking down at the utterly feral expression of your husband once more, “Well, maybe it could work…”
“Hah-” Higuruma cracks a smirk, still unwilling to detach himself from your nipples. “-s’what I thought, my beautiful wife—now get ready- don’t run.” He has a hand ‘round your throat instantly, pinning you down. “Ngh, you taste like yer about to cum again.”
“Oh, fuck.”
.
.
.
You wake up feeling refreshed, a deep contentment in your bones that you haven’t felt in nearly forever.
Just slowly blinking your eyes open, just lazily sinking into the soft mattress of your bed- you know instantly by the brightness that you’d slept in late. And it wasn’t just because of last night that the world seemed just a little bit brighter.
“Fuck-” You’re hissing, sitting up on the bed in a panic. There were so many things that needed to be done- for staters, breakfast, and then getting your daughter ready for her debate lessons, and then you had to kiss your husband goodbye and- “Fuck fuck fuck- fuck-”
Nearly tripping over yourself (or maybe you do, you can’t quite keep track in your urgency) you tumble out of the bed and look over at the clock on your bedside table. 10:45AM. Why hadn’t your alarm woken you up already?!
Struggling to find your clothes from where they’d been…thrown around the bedroom, you’re just about to shrug on a robe of yours and race downstairs when-
“Shhhh, honey- don’t rattle those plates, you’ll wake mommy.” Higuruma’s calm, gentle tone speaks out - to none other than your daughter, you’re guessing.
“Okay!” Pipes a sweet voice, a tiny rattle of plates. And you’re assuming that your husband reached over to grab them himself, because she then says- “No no, I got it, papa. It’s your off-day so you should relax, too. I wanna surprise mommy with bed in breakfast.”
you didn’t expect it—not from him. cool, quiet, closed-off. the kind of guy who mumbles through compliments, blushes if you so much as kiss his neck. but now? now he’s behind you on the bed, hands tight on your hips, chest damp with sweat, cock driving into your cunt at angles so precise it’s like he’s mapping you out with surgical intent.
except he hasn’t hit it yet.
he’s trying.
you can feel it in the way he keeps adjusting—sliding one knee forward, shifting your legs apart, reaching up to cup your tit while his other hand angles your hips higher. every thrust is different. measured. focused. calculated. he’s testing your body like a theory, chasing something he knows is there.
but you’re dazed.
whimpering, breathless, soaked and shaking, confused as fuck because every time you think he’s found it—fuck—he misses by a hair. it’s so close. the pleasure is blinding, but something inside is pulsing, begging, like a button he just hasn’t pushed yet.
he groans low behind you, voice hoarse and frustrated. “it’s in here,” he pants, like he’s talking to himself more than you. “i know it is—fuck, why can’t i—”
you mewl his name, back arching, your hands clawing at the sheets. “m-megumi, what—what’re you—f-fuck—”
“trying something,” he growls, and then—
then he grabs your hips, strong and firm, and lifts them slightly, angling your ass higher, tipping your pelvis up, bringing your cunt closer to him, tighter. he shifts forward, sinks deeper—
and hits it.
“fuck—!”
you scream. not a cute moan. not a gasp. a full-bodied, throat-shredding scream as your body convulses. your hands slap the mattress. your legs kick. your mouth falls open with a sob as something detonates inside you, pressure exploding.
then you squirt.
not a little trickle. not some delicate drip.
it gushes—loud, wet, uncontrollable—as megumi’s cock hits your g-spot dead-on and stays there, grinding into it while his grip on your hips keeps you locked in place.
his eyes widen, blown black, and he chokes out a groan that sounds like it’s dragged from the bottom of his lungs. “holy fuck—” his cock twitches hard inside you. “you—fucking squirted—”
you can’t speak. your voice is gone. your entire body is shaking, twitching under him, cunt spasming uncontrollably around his cock as slick pours out of you, soaking his thighs, the bed, everything.
“shit,” he pants, hips slamming forward again—same angle, same brutal grind—and you scream again, body lurching, nails digging into the mattress.
“you like that?” he hisses, his rhythm suddenly unhinged, frantic, chasing that spot with every thrust now. “that’s it, right there—fuck, i found it—look at you, fucking soaking me—”
“c-can’t—too much—megumi—!”
he doesn’t stop. not when you gush again, not when you sob and scream, not even when your legs shake like they might give out from under you. he holds you up, keeps that perfect angle, pounds your g-spot like it’s his fucking mission.
“you’re gonna cum like this,” he growls. “you’re gonna squirt all over me again. i want it. need it. give it to me.”
you break.
you cum harder than you ever have in your life, squirting again with a scream as your body collapses under him, mind blank, voice wrecked, thighs sticky and trembling.
suguru loves how sharp you are. it’s one of the first things that pulled him in—your quick wit, your clever remarks, the way you can slice through conversations like you were born to outsmart everyone in the room.
but he loves you more when your pretty head goes quiet. when your words melt into sighs, when your bright eyes go hazy and unfocused, and when the only thing rattling around that brilliant mind of yours is the feeling of him dragging deep inside you.
“what happened, baby?” he murmurs as he fucks you slow and deep into the mattress, each thrust measured and patient, like he’s sculpting something delicate out of you. his voice is soft enough to make your toes curl. “where'd my clever girl go?”
“o-oh god!” your voice cracks, trembling as your fingers clutch helplessly at the sheets. he smiles down at you, wicked and sweet.
“there it is. there's my stupid girl.”
"mmnh— m'not stupid, sugu!"
your brain wants to argue but your body arches, betraying you, chasing his rhythm. his cock drags along your walls so perfectly it makes your vision blur. you blink up at him, and he cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek like he’s soothing a child.
“shhh. it's okay, sweetheart. just feel.”
the words sink into you like honey. your muscles go loose, pliant, and he hums as he watches your hips try to rock up to meet him. “look at you,” he whispers, leaning down to press his lips to your temple, “all soft for me. so empty up here—” he taps your forehead gently “—and so full riiiight here." he murmurs, his large hand pressing over your abdomen.
“suguru—please—” you whine, voice already so thin and ruined.
he pushes deeper at your plea and you gasp, eyes rolling, nails digging into his shoulders. he groans when he feels you clench down around him, his voice cracking with it. “fuck. baby— you can't just squeeze me like that without a fucking warning. you trying to kill me?”
“d-don’t stop—” you babble, hips twitching helplessly.
he slows, pulling out until just the head sits at your entrance, then sinking back in inch by inch until your mouth falls open around a broken sound. “atta girl,” he praises, “just let me take care of you. smart girls don’t need to think when they’re taking cock, do they? they just lay there and look pretty. right, baby?”
you whimper—half protest, half agreement—and he laughs low in his throat, kisses the corner of your slack mouth. “you wanna be good for me, don’t you?”
“y—yeah,” you pant, and he grins, satisfied. then he slips out, leaving you fluttering and empty, and sits back against the headboard.
“come here,” he says, patting his thigh. “wanna see you ride me.”
you scramble into his lap, trembling, thighs already shaky. he holds you steady by your waist, watching your desperate little attempts to line him up. his cock brushes against your folds and you whine, fumbling, and his lips twitch. “what’s the matter?” he asks softly. “too dumb to do it yourself?”
“n-no, i can—” you try, voice cracking, but your hands are clumsy, slipping on his shoulders as you sink down on him too fast, too shallow, then jerk back up with a cry. he exhales sharply, eyes flickering down where you’re barely seated on him, his tip stretching your entrance.
“look at you,” he breathes, “you can’t even get it in all the way.”
“s-sugu—” you gasp, desperate.
“shh. dont worry your pretty little head about it. just—” his hands guide your hips down slowly, his cock sliding deep until your eyes roll back “—focus on feeling good, okay?”
your walls flutter frantically around him, your thighs twitching as you try to lift yourself and fail. his grip tightens, holding you down until you’re whining, trembling in his lap. “come on,” he teases, “what happened? can’t even move your hips without me helping?”
you shake your head, lips parted, tears welling in your eyes from how full he feels. suguru’s smirk goes molten.
“that’s what i thought.”
he loosens his hold just enough to let you wobble your hips and it’s messy, your hips roll sloppy little circles that barely move him at all. his cock drags against your walls and you keen, head falling onto his shoulder. “so cute,” he whispers, “trying so hard. brain all fuzzy, isn’t it?”
“m-mhm!” you whimper, barely there.
he groans, bucking up into you suddenly. you yelp, clinging to him, and he does it again, harder, until you’re bouncing helplessly on his lap. “there you go,” he pants, “just let me take over.”
“pleasepleaseplease—” you gasp, nails clawing down his back.
he presses his mouth to your ear, voice a deep rumble. “i like you better like this, baby." he brushes a few strands of hair off of your forehead, “you're so pretty when you're this needy.”
your walls clamp down at that and he moans, dragging you down hard onto him. your whole body jolts, thighs trembling wildly. “fuck,” he hisses, “gonna make you forget how to talk. just a pretty little toy for me to use. would you like that, sweetheart? do you just wanna be my pretty fucktoy?”
your breath hitches, hips stuttering as your eyes go hazy. “mmh… y-yeah… wanna be yours, sugu! … don’t wanna think anymore…”
his hand slides down, pressing his thumb to your clit and circling, and your hips jerk violently, head snapping back. “fuck— you're perfect. that’s it. let go f'me.”
“s-sugu!!” you moan, eyes glassy.
“shit, baby” he grits, fucking up into you harder now. “so tight.”
“s-sugu—ru—” you sob, eyes rolling.
he barks out a laugh, sharp and sweet. “angel, is that all you can say right now? my name? too fucked out to think of anything else?”
“h-huh—?” you whimper, dizzy, and he melts, cupping your cheek with his other hand, thumb brushing away the drool that’s spilled down your chin.
“so cute,” he murmurs, “so fucking cute like this.”
then he slams up into you again and again until you’re choking on his name like it’s the only word you know.
because in that moment, you can't think of anything else even if you wanted to.
In which you get stuck and Pervy roommate!Choso takes full advantage ;)
“Choso, help me!”
Footsteps echo behind you. “Why do you keep shou—oh.”
You’d done what you thought never happens in real life, what you always scoffed at — you got yourself stuck through your window.
It’s a cliche in every ‘step-bro’ porn, in every idiot man’s fantasy, and you’re kicking yourself for failing womankind. How were you supposed to know that the sash part of the window needed greasing? That it could fall and clamp down on you, refusing to budge?
Head and torso sticking out, you perilously hang from impending doom, staring out into the night. Meanwhile, your ass is inside, nice and toasty. So fucking stupid. Arms flailing, you warn, unable to turn around and cut him a glare, “Don’t even try any funny business, Kamo. I will kill you. Lift the sash up, okay? Then, let’s call it a night.”
He doesn’t reply. In fact, you don’t hear anything at all. You do, however, feel heat pressing up against your rear end. Something hard and heavy slots in between your ass cheeks.
Oh no.
“Choso…don’t. You can do this. I believe in you. You can be good. I know you can.”
“This is really unfair,” he mutters, subconsciously rutting against your ass as he marvels at the colour of your underwear peeking under your shorts. Purple. His favourite. “How can you dangle this in front of me and expect me to be good? You brought this on yourself.”
That’s the only warning you get before your shorts and panties are pulled down and a face dives into your pussy. You cry out, heat rising to your face.
He takes a deep inhale. “Haven’t showered yet? Oh, thank you god.”
“Choso,” you screech. “Get away from me! You freak! Pull me back in, asshol–AH!”
A pierced tongue works its way between your folds with no hesitation. “I will, I promise. Just -mmm- just give me a moment.” He finds your clit with finesse, easing the small thing out of its hood. The wet appendage feels like a worm wriggling all over your sensitive parts. It collects the budding wetness from your hole and spreads it all over your clit.
The vibrations are going straight to your clit. Clinging to the window until your knuckles turned white, you pray and pray that you won’t plummet to your death because your roommate is the most out of control pervert in the world.
“Sweet,” he mumbles, “so sweet.” Hard piercing rolling against the bundle of nerves, your hips jerk simultaneously away and towards his face, seeking out the overwhelming pleasure and running from it.
“Choso! S-stop -ngh!- don’t.” So much juice leaks out at an embarrassing rate, you should be ashamed or horrified, but you can only focus on the way his rings shock your skin with their metallic coldness as his hands spread your legs and ass apart. There’s no rhyme or rhythm to the way he’s drinking and lapping up your essence. And it has your eyes rolling back. “N-no. Shit. Choso, that’s enough. Not like this. I’m gonna fall.”
He shakes his head between your thighs, sucking on your clit especially hard to prove his point. “I’d never let you fall. It’s okay.” Positively manic, he eats you out with sickening fervour, a starved man. Two long fingers work their way into your cunt, forcing your walls to welcome them in. “I got you.”
Panting, you say, “That is not the -hngh!- p-point.”
He’s scissoring them inside you, not merely feeling your pleats or curling against your g-spot. No, this is purposeful. Intentional.
Preparatory.
In horror, you squirm harder, feet kicking. It’s no use; he’s immoveable. That man always has been when he’s focused. He never budges when you shove at him, trying to snatch your panties from his clutches. It always takes all your power to pry him away from your pussy every time you give in to his pleadings and promises to make it good for you. “No, Choso. Do not. I’m literally hanging out of the window!”
Of course, he doesn’t listen.
Not to your face mouth, anyways — your pussy is saying other things to him, and it’s not listening to you either. He probably can’t hear you over the lewd SLURRRRRRRP! of his filthy mouth and your greedy cunt making out with each other anyway.
Then, when you find yourself inching further and further out of your room, constant wriggling pushing you out, you scream, and not for long. Strong hands yank you back...onto an awaiting cock.
“FUCK!”
His dick entered you in one swift move, balls deep. Choso lets out a loooong groan.
It stings at first. His tongue and fingers weren’t enough to stretch you out properly for his cock. Although, the bullying of his cockhead against your gummy walls quickly has you drooling like a dog and forgetting the pain. You hold onto the window pane for dear life, trusting his desperate grip with not much choice. Despite all the relentless jostling, the ground remains far away from you; your roommate’s too strong to let you slip.
“S-should get stuck like this more often. I’d pay your -hah- rent for the next,” gulp, “month if you did.”
You want to shout that you can’t be bought, that you wouldn’t risk your life so he can dick you down, but honestly, that sounds like a fair deal. Not that you’d ever say that to the horny gremlin; he was bad enough without the encouragement.
Thrust after thrust.
Ramming.
Impaling.
Stuffing.
Ploughing.
He’s doing it all, using you like the fleshlight he named after you, which you threw out after finding its existence. And he later brought back in, having fished it from the trash, you realised with horror some time later.
SQUELCH! SQUELCH! SQUELCH!
There’s no stopping him. He’s groaning, grunting and whining your name out. “So tight -hah- so so tight. Love this pussy. W-wanna stay here forever. God, you’re so hot, so pretty. If only you could see yourself like this.”
Squeezing and groping, he does whatever he wants to your body, taking advantage of the fact that you’re stuck and unable to kick him or push him off, like you always did when he tried to have you in any other position than cowgirl — you love being on top.
Like this, however, he can pump and pump with no care for whether you’re orgasming. It’s selfish, inconsiderate and depraved. He’ll surely pay for this when you get free, but right now, he can’t find it in him to care. It feels too damn good to.
Choso has uninhibited access to the body he stares at in secret as you shower or as you touch yourself under the covers. The ass he wished he could hold to his hips, could watch ripple with every slap of skin, the tits he wanted his face buried in now swinging with his thrusts. Today's miracle allows him to indulge in your tightness and heat without your bossiness.
In this heavenly moment, he’s the boss and you have to take it.
“You like it deep?" Choso asks, smiling to himself. “You tighten up so much when I -hngh- when I hit t-this spot.”
To punctuate his point, the particularly merciless ram of his cock inside sends a pig-like squeal leaving your lips. "F-fuck you, Kamo.”
“You are.”
Oh, he’s positively obsessed with the rough texture near your entrance; he loves the way they tickle his red-hot cockhead.
There really is nothing better than your pussy — not his hand, your panties, your pillows, or his fleshlight. They don’t wring his cock with their pleats, because they have none, they don’t pulse around him, clench down when he hits the right spot, nor gush on his dick and create a creamy white ring around the base that he can’t resist thumbing and sucking. “Oh fuck, tastes so good. Feels so good.”
Dazed, he stares at your puckering hole. It’s winking at him. You hate being touched there. No amount of begging ever let him get a taste. Once, he tried and you gave him the silent treatment until he promised to leave it alone. Ah, well, he’s saving your life — eventually — he can have this one thing, right?
A calloused thumb experimentally presses in your tighter hole. You squeal. “Choso! Not there. Please, not there.”
Please?
His cock throbs.
He hasn’t heard that from your lips in a long, long time. Maybe ever. Oh, it’s so nice. Choso likes when you’re nice to him, it gets him equally as hard as when you’re mean to him. Late at night, he imagines that you’d be the one that creeps around at night, stealing his boxers and sucking the wet mark he leaves after he thinks of you. He imagines you on your knees, begging for a taste of his cock, to suckle on the tip till you fall asleep.
Maybe he’d be mean to you. Maybe he’d make you work for it, make you play with yourself to work him up until he couldn’t take it anymore.
But, you fighting against his hold, against the pleasure you pretend you don’t need nor want but always indulge in when he comes crawling, is just as good.
In a way, this is as close to you being nice as he can get — you’re not telling him off, pushing him away or rolling your eyes when he cums from humping the bed. You’re being a very good girl.
It’s almost like he’s being rewarded for doing the dishes without needing to be asked or going a week without stealing your panties.
The word ‘please’, carried by the melodic note of your voice, rings in his head. It sends him over the edge with a whimper. “Shitshitshitshitshiiiiitttt.”
Before you can bring your eyes from the back of your head, hot cum floods your walls. “Ngh! Choso, not inside!”
Choso gasps for breath, trembling and grinding his softening cock inside you. All while fingers bruise your hips with the way he holds onto you to steady himself, as if he’s the one in danger of falling. “Fuuuuuuck. S-sorry.”
Scalding and branding, the strength of his orgasm leaves you shuddering and mumbling random things. “Hanging out of the window -mmm- gonna -hic- fall. It’ll be your f-fault. Gonna kill you. Make you pay, stupid idiot”
“That was a -hah- bigger load than usual,” he muses to himself, paying you no mind whatsoever. “How lucky; it’d be nice if it stuck.”
Thank god you’re on the pill, you darkly muse to yourself. Imagine if he got his way and he babytrapped you. The horror.
You’re used up, limp and catching your breath. He really did fill you up; you can taste the saltiness of his cum on your tongue, in a sick, fucked up way.
This will teach you never to test what he’d do if he could have his way with you — the answer is obviously have his way with you. You expected too much from the heavy-metal-listening, panty-sniffing, pussy-munching, bed-humping, banging-at-your-door-when-you’re-playing-with-yourself-because-he-wants-an-invite, pigtail-wearing loser.
Out and tucking his softening cock back inside his pants, he scoops up his leaking cum from your cunt. You feel him write letters onto your cheeks with the mixed juices like it’s ink.
It says, MINE.
Your roommate walks back out the room, feeling pretty damn good about himself, and runs back only when you scream bloody murder.
Surprise I didn't need anyone to ask for it I love pegging and sharing my opinions! So here's wonderwall the ghouls individually with pegging!
(Minors dni plz y'all, respect the boundaries) This can be read as x reader or MC bc I love our girl and she deserves to enjoy herself too
Frostheim
❄️ Jin ❄️
Disaster man. Good fucking luck pal, and by that I mean getting into his room. Have fun arguing with him before he finally gives up and asks you what the fuck do you want... wait what??
He's definitely a bit skeptical. It sounds like a lot of work for something he's not actually interested in... but! If you mention that after the set up he doesn't have to do anything and you'll take the lead he might be more inclined.
Man's a bit shaken by how easily you take charge. Dragging him back to his bed and pushing him down. He's been pushed around by a few ladies before who wanted him. He hated it. But... something about the way you're doing it has him feeling something a little different. If you rip the buttons off his shirt when removing it he's going to be flustered, too flustered to even tell you you better replace that.
Jump his fucking bones. Once you finally slip into his well prepped hole he's trying to cover his mouth and keep from making any noise because he wasn't expecting it to feel that good... I think he's very unaware how powerful the prostate is and I wanna see this man get knocked off his pedestal and humbled.
Blushing down to his chest (that pale complexion makes it so easy to see how much he's affected by what you're doing) Also whines so loud when you call him pretty or praise him. If you know how to work your hips you might be able to make him cum hands free. He would be so embarrassed if he did. And you'd have to tell him it's okay, it's hot, it's cute.
Wait you said cute? *blushing again* He miiiiight hit you up for this another time when he feels like doing the prep again... Let's be real. He's definitely hitting you up again.
♟️ Tohma ♟️
Augh this guy, what's his fucking angle? Not the time for me to mention how irritating I find him on a personal level. You have to track him down before you can ask him anything. That's going to be half the battle at this point. Just text him to meet up in the vault for tea don't waste your time.
What did you need from me? Oh? You wanna peg me? You'll need to tell me ahead of time. He's a busy man with a very full schedule and a house full of ghouls that should all be on leashes for different reasons.
The definition of topping from the bottom. I'm pretty sure if he's not in control he'll combust. Handles all the prep ahead of time, still taking your clothes off like he's planning to be the one inside you. Does a little strip tease for you when you call him on it. I'm sorry, maybe my tantalizing skin will be enough for you to forgive me?
He has one request of you, use one of the toys that has an insertable piece on your end too. He says it's more fun that way but he will 100% activate his stigma when you least expect it to make that thing vibrate like it's a racecar. Snarky bastard just smirks at you when you realize what's happening. Hopefully you can focus on pounding into his tight ass while that thing is buzzing like crazy.
He's also not very loud but he definitely gives you directions, harder, faster, a little more to the left. Very bossy, very smarmy, very rewarding when you finally get him to the breaking point and he has a hard time getting his words together. Oh once he cums he's trying to pull himself together as quickly as possible but you catch the little slip ups in his speech. Bitch you can't hide yourself forever in there, come out of the mental box you're in by choice.
If he's been thoroughly fucked he won't even have the energy to go have a smoke. Let him rest for a while before he has to go back to being the jack of all trades around Frostheim. You will definitely be doing this again if he has any say in it (he has all the say)
⚔️ Lucas ⚔️
This boy... I wasn't expecting to enjoy his so much but he's a sleeper hit.
Luca is a true gentleman, as soon as he hears you have a question for him he's setting aside time just for you. He is nervous as all hell when you mention it, I know what it is, it's not uncommon in England. Have I ever done it? No! I mean not that I'm opposed its just not... something I've ever thought of having done to me.
You'd have to guide him with prep and hold his hand through what you'll be doing to him. Even if he thinks it's embarrassing I think he would want you close for every step. He needs someone to be steady as he loses his sense of control.
It's your room hands down, he wouldn't be comfortable at his dorm. Also Kaito would lose his shit if he saw you going into Luca's room at night. Speaking of Luca looks so cute and proper sitting on your bed. Definitely undressing himself to help you. He's not buff but he's muscular for sure. His body is so pretty and you can't help but touch and praise him for it. You know he worked hard for it.
Open him up on your fingers and he will be a whimpering mess. Gripping the sheets and trying to bite his lips to shut himself up. You have to remind him that your dorm is pretty far from prying ears. He won't listen to that, he's too focused on your fingers. Once you slide home inside him though oh my god he's gone. You are hearing the most porn star moans you've ever heard a man make. Rail him. He's such a good pliant boy, you're almost convinced he has hearts in his eyes.
He'll come hard as fuck the first time, head tossed back and gasping for air. Hold him down as he twitches and whines from overstimulation. With how out of it he is it's admirable that he still wants to try and give you your happy ending too. What a sweetheart.
Tells you next time he'll be better prepared and build up a tolerance so he won't cum so fast. Wait, next time? He turns red when you mention it. You'll have to poke and prod him until he tells you he really really liked it. ❤️ Please have me again ma'am.
🏹 Kaito 🏹
You already know this man is down bad. Take him back to your dorm because his ass is not gonna do anything inside that ice castle. Too many chances for embarrassment. Instant over the top reaction, red to the tips of his ears down to his neck. Boy is so chronically online that he genuinely thought most people treated pegging as a joke. Not a chance blondie, get your ass over here.
Sooooo embarrassed he wants to die, refuses help for prepping because he doesn't want you to see that. As if you aren't gonna fuck him stupid anyway. Let him know you're still open to helping if he needs it *wink* Okay don't kill him before you get him to bend over for you!
Very self conscious about his body as he undresses. He's thin, he's not very tall, he's got freckles and let's be honest probably stress acne. Boy is shaking before you even touch him.
Please reassure his nervous ass, he might hyperventilate just seeing your strap. Use a smaller one since he's not gonna be able to handle it the first time. You need to move slow and steady with him. Rub his shoulders and give him kisses and hickies. He needs to know this isn't some weird thing and that you want him because he's Kaito not because he's agreeing to be fucked by you.
As soon as you're in he's sobbing like a baby, not because it hurts, no you made sure it didn't. You fingered him really good. He's just overwhelmed by the intimacy of it. Kaito starts begging you to move, he can't handle the intensity of you sitting still. And he needs you to start fucking him before he goes crazy.
He is sooooooo loud! Like he can't hold back any noise whatsoever. His voice goes so high pitched and whiny. It's so fucking cute. Will pass out after he cums, his vision probably whited out and everything. Take care of him will you?
Just wait a while, he'll come to you like a nervous little bunny asking for it again. You can probably also get him to dress up for you. Kaito is putty in your hands.
Vagastrom
🥊 Alan 🥊
Alaaaaan, ugh, he's so good. You don't have to worry about him being turned off by it. He's open to anything for you. Though he's defintely a little embarrassed by the whole prep deal. He wouldn't tell you he's nervous or anything though. Just grin and bear it. Which is a bad habit of his. You'll need to break that later.
He does come to you with one issue though, he's not small like the other ghouls, he's not pretty like Leo or lean like Sho. Man is worried he isn't the type of guy this activity is made for... oh please prove him wrong.
Your place again, his place has a snooping threat. That's the last thing either of you need. This maaaaan, even kissing he's super careful. Get his gorgeous body out of those clothes and run your hands all over it. He won't let you finger him though... shame, it would have been fun.
Probably won't be able to get him to ride you because he doesn't wanna crush you. But you can absolutely put him in a mating press. Holy fuck this guy is shook. It feels like this? Does it feel like this for you? Does he make you feel this good? He's fighting the raging thoughts running through his pleasure addled brain. So you'll just have to wreck him to turn those pesky thoughts off.
Compliment him the whole time, he's pretty, he's cute, he looks so fucking hot like this. His little choked off moans are adorable. Once he's been fucked to the point he stops trying to control himself you're being treated to the hottest deep throaty noises. (not like a bj guys quit giggling) Make him cry out and beg for more. He's still going to avoid grabbing you despite how much he needs something to hold as he reaches his peak.
Out of it but still wants to make you feel good. His fingers, his tongue, his cock, whatever you want to use to get off. He's all yours. Those words alone might be enough to get you there.
He's going to come to you again when he's gotten too stressed and pent up. Not the usual type he has but super over the boiling point. He needs you to man handle him and make him feel like he's not untouchable or unloveable. Expect this man to be ultra whipped for your strap.
🏍️ Sho 🏍️
Ngggh, this guy is a wild one. Not gonna lie I do love me a biker boy. And a guy who can cook. So anyway! Catch him after the food truck is closed. He'll look amused before you even ask the question, what's he so smug for? Bitch.
Pegging? Alright I'm down. Yes it's that easy. Not his first rodeo either. He will tease you and dirty talk your ear off about it though. Senpai~ you want to see me get all cock drunk riding a big strap? Naughty~ Never would have expected you to be so perverted.
You already know he's either coming to yours or getting an R&R permit to take you out to a nice hotel. Somewhere Leo can't follow you and listen in on everything. And you know he would. He'd probably sit outside your window jacking off to it. The creep.
Once you get to the hotel and shower he's back to his usual flirting and teasing. Oh? What are you staring at my chest so hard for? You're surprisingly dirty. Trying to take my towel away with your mind? You just had to ask stupid. *chuckle*
Shut him up with your tongue while you get him stretched, and maybe give his cute ass a few playful swats. He has a very nice ass. It's a shame he rarely shows it off to be honest. If you tug on his hair he'll warn you not to be too rough, can't damage his pretty mane. But give it a nice gentle pull close to his scalp and he'll moan like a slut.
He is absolutely getting on top. Sorry but he likes to ride. He might let you fuck him in other positions but cowboy is definitely his favorite. He's the rider for a reason. And god does he do it well. Rolling his hips like he's on a mechanical bull. His cock bouncing as he whines and moans whenever the strap hits his prostate. Oh but he looks anything but desperate for it, it's slow and sensual until he gets closer.
This show is almost enough to get you off without being touched. It's erotic as hell and you wonder if you should be paying for this. But once he's finished he's eating you out. No ifs ands or buts, you are getting yours too.
He's probably one of the top 5 who come back and ask for you to do it again. Slides you your food and a napkin that says what time and how big of a strap to bring. Winks at you as you walk away.
📱 Leo 📱
Bitch, he's such a bitch, creepy little snoop. What a dick. I just want to see him break and have to live with the fact that an NPC can make him a fucking mess. Tracking him down's not hard. It's the isolating him to ask about it.
You're getting laughed at first and foremost, what makes you think I'll let you anywhere near my ass with a strap on when I don't know how well you can use it? He's actually super turned on just thinking about it though. That doesn't mean he won't give you hell over it. He knows he's beautiful and it's hard to resist him but you really are forward. But grab him by the tie and you're shutting him up instantly.
Takes foreverrrrr to prep himself. He's such a diva. Usually set up doesn't take ten hours Leo! Once you have him back with you it's game on. He's all talk and it shows, a single finger is enough for him to start whimpering. Loud, loud loud loud! King whiner. No other ghoul can outwhine him. And it sounds so good.
Make him take it face down ass up, he's going to scream if you use a really big one. (even his screams sound good fuck this guy) But trust, he's not letting you use a small one. He is begging you to fuck him like you mean it with that thick strap. The size queen demands it fast and hard and really big.
You better praise him, he's not doing this for himself! (liar) Oh the second you start calling him pretty or good boy he's grinding back and mewling like a bitch. At this point you might need to muzzle him. He 100% screams when he cums. If you edge him he's gonna call you a whore, I'm sorry, he's not.
Even if he's an asshole you should still clean him up and give him water afterwards. He's already trying to go back to being bitchy. Typical Leo.
You'll be getting a few passive aggressive texts insinuating that you clearly want to do this again. Bonus: if you set up a camera and show the footage to him later he'll actually be speechless and fully hard in under a minute.
Jabberwock
🐰 Haru 🐰
I wanna love him so bad but I have trust issues with characters that have those always closed eyes... Another good luck situation, have fun getting him alone, no Peekaboo, and when he's not busy. On the bright side he's all ears about what you wanted to ask him.
This man? You wanna peg this bean sprout? The one obssessed with ass and overworking himself and ass? Huh. I mean I won't deny I'm intrigued. I do love a good ass and I have a pretty decent one if I do say so myself. And he does. Anyway! He'll do the hard part of prep first. And find someone to watch the animals properly (Towa... Ren... *i'm watching you gesture*)
Take him back to your dorm to avoid scarring anyone, or sowing jealously into the other Jabberwock boys. (It's okay guys your turn is next!)
As soon as you get him in bed he's doing everything he can to please you. And that's not where this is going sir, sorry. You will have to force him onto his back and tell him that you're in charge tonight and that he needs to just lay back, relax, and enjoy.
Squirms so much because he can't be still. Put his acrobat body to good use and fold him in half, his legs quite literally go up to his ears. It's impressive to be honest. You can also tease him with his own prosthetic arm, he'll be getting overheated and that usually stays fairly cool. Make him jack himself off while you fuck him like a rabbit. The temperature difference will leave him dizzy.
Oh he's also loud, he can't help it. You're treating him so good, making his head go blank, calling him nice things and rearranging his guts. He might be in love after seeing the reverent face you're making at him. Twitches a lot when he cums, and it's a lot too. Probably nails himself in the chin with it.
Clean him up and put him under the covers. He's yours. Expect to wake up being the big spoon, dressed in yours pjs and him in his, him holding Peekaboo. (Bastard went back late last night because he couldn't handle one night without his round boy) This will probably be a lot of your mornings after this kind of night with him. Just know he's going to be your cute little service top/service bottom/service anything you want from now on. Call me any time!
🌻 Towa 🌻
Fairy prince ass, goat eyed brat. What a demonic little angel. He's so difficult to write well. Hopefully this is good for the Towa girlies.
This is a tough one to be honest. Clearly you have to talk to him about it at night or somewhere dark. Because humming and grumbling aren't going to cut it for this discussion. Once you explain it's something you want to do to show him how much you love him he's sold.
Make sure you explain things have to be done first before you get into this. Otherwise he's going to try and do it right now. Pouts but listens to you. He's also down to do it anywhere. Literally anywhere. Does not care what animal gets an eyeful. You decide it's best to take him to your dorm.
He does need help getting himself prepped, or so he says. You think it's just an excuse to watch your concentrated face as you finger him while he whines and bucks his hips against your hand. Also kissing you every five seconds. It's hard to avoid getting into a liplock with this guy. He's also very give and take so expect to get fingered yourself as he's being stretched.
You will be facing each other. He won't have it any other way. He needs eye contact and easy access to kiss you. Play with his dick while you fuck him nice and slow and he'll make pretty little melodic noises. Likes to trap you against him by locking his legs behind you.
Playing with you the whole time, groping your ass to bring you closer? Yup. Massaging your tits and rolling your nipples? Absolutely. If you get close enough it's quite literally an 'awful brave for someone within kissing distance' situation.
He will try to make you cum with him. Whatever it takes. If you don't he's going to handle you instantly after he cums. Pouts during clean up because you aren't cuddling yet. Cuddles are inevitable, goodbye to anything you planned to do later.
Dandelion play with me again soon! Teach me more things I can do to show you my love! ❤️
🎮 Ren 🎮
Ah, angry tsundere, classic flavor, love it every time. You're getting an earful. All of which is just Ren spitting venom because he's scared. He hates intimacy as is and you wanna what?! You wanna put a fake dick in my ass. Do I look like a little twitch streamer femboy with an onlyfans?! Not gonna happen!
You have to build some trust before going into this. He's emotionally compromised. Man has had some shit happen to him to become such a reclusive jumpy little wet cat of a man. After some gentle convincing and persuation you find out he's actually been researching it himself. He may or may not have already prepped... shut up I'm not cute for being smart about it! I'm not blushing!
Once you herd this porcupine into bed he's way more nervous. He seems like he'll sprint away the second he gets spooked. But he's being good for you, don't tease him or he might actually run. Kiss him and give him lots of praise. He'll be red in the face the entire time.
His body is cute, lanky but actually pretty well maintained. Will tell you to stop staring and get on with it. Okay spiky relax, and breathe out while you push into his stretched hole.
Oh he's biting his lip raw trying to stay quiet as you fuck him. It wasn't supposed to be this good. You keep dragging your strap over that spot that makes him see stars. His eyes are watering and he tries to avoid eye contact.
He's crying once you speed up and give it to him harder. But you know it's not pain. No he's just getting the fucking of a lifetime. Whiny whiny whimpering whiner. If he's still able to speak it's insults. Just answer them with praise and he'll shut up quick. He gets really loud the closer to his orgasm he gets, full on ahegao face. Of course he would have one. Fucking nerd.
Aftercare is a movie and cuddling in his bed. He's still blushing hours later unable to believe he just let you do that. That being said... when are you free next? No I just wanna show you a new movie series! Quit grinning you perv!
Sinostra
🎲 Taiga 🎲
Not gonna lie this bastard is who I downloaded the game for... his appearance is so my type. It's unfortunate that his personality repelled me like bug spray. But I still find him a neat little weirdo.
First off, I commend you for your bravery. This jackass depends entirely on mood. I say this with all the love in my heart but he's the cats on my cat from hell that couldn't be helped in human form... humanish... anywho!
He's impressed you have the guts to ask him this. Sure! Could be fun if you're any good at it. If you aren't... well he's probably going to shoot you. So, make it worth my while kitty cat!
You have no idea if he even understands how to do prep work. Not one of the questions he answered. Hopefully he does his due diligence. He will act like it was such a pain though. So you really have to perform to a high degree here. He's already a little annoyed by the fuss of it and you have a brain to keep from being splattered on the wall.
You don't have to do much, he's already naked and lazily jacking off when you arrive. Grumbles that it took you long enough and to hurry up and get over here. It's like less than three minutes before you sink your strap into him and he groans in relief.
Do him rough, up against the wall, face down on his bed, hell you could fuck him on the probably expensive fur rug on the floor, he'll be for it. If you manage to do something he doesn't like he'll let you know. Immediately.
Will push you into the torture chair and ride you while cackling. If he's feeling generous he might have a dildo you could ride while he rides you. You will be bitten. Position be damned you will be bitten so fucking much. You'll look like a school of cookie cutter sharks attacked you.
His eyes roll back when he cums, and boy is it a hell of a peak. Still giggling like he's drunk off pleasure as he comes down. You aren't getting away from being his pillow after giving him a good time. Just be prepared to explain who you are in the morning. Probably wanna put your name in his phone as kitty cat so he knows who to text when he wants to have fun again.
🪞 Romeo 🪞
Oh mister high and mighty of noble birthings. I flipflop between wanting this man to choke and wanting to choke him personally. So how does he take the question? About as well as he takes anything with his insanely high blood pressure. Who do you think you are you BB?! You aren't anywhere near important enough to handle me like that! This will launch into his usual acronym infused tirade so take a seat and wait it out. He'll get tired eventually.
That being said I have a feeling he's used to prep work and keeps himself clean frequently. I mean he's got to be ready for anything and that means whatever he gets up to with Hyde. Oh and don't bother bringing anything, after you mentioned it he got a custom leather harness made for you. He has designer dildos, toys and lube already. Take your pick and see if he approves.
If you have the guts to ask he might even wear some pretty high end lingerie. Wine colored lace looks sooooo good on his skin tone and he knows it. He even puts on a little make up to match it. The picture of perfection and sin sprawled out on his uber expensive sheets when you show up.
You're late, quit wasting my time. If you don't give him a good time he will be pissed. Insults are thrown as per usual so time to show Romeo that Juilet is in charge here. And oh is he down for that. He's a pillow prince. Why should he have to do any of the work? He's already prepped himself and given you the opportunity to fuck him.
He's pretty sensitive though, it doesn't take much to get him going, I mean he was already half hard when you showed up. Flip him on his stomach and you see why, a cute gemstone that matches his eyes is nestled between his cheeks. He is actively taking some of the fun out of it. But the sounds he makes when you slowly pull the plug out are worth it. His well stretched hole is on display and ready for the taking. Yells at you to quit gawking and get on with it! You defintely see his neck is red from embarrassment.
Once you get the, actually super comfy, harness on and pick a toy to use it's game over. Have him on his back so you can see his face, grab his wrists and hold them close to your body. He's already moaning like it's the best thing he's ever had. Work your hips fast and make him beg for more. He's loud but it's actually a very pretty sound now.
If he cums on his expensive lingerie expect complaints. But that's only his cover to hide how blissed out and affected he is. He's a sweaty mess so you're absolutely setting a bath for him. It better have bubbles too. And wine. Pamper him properly afterwards and he'll be calling you over at night pretty frequently. Bonus: You should ask to fuck him in the cage in his auction hall. The prettiest birds deserve the best cages right?
⚖️ Ritsu ⚖️
Jeez, okay this guy is something else. I have a hard time choosing for him. He's adorkable but his lawyer passion is just beyond me most days. Regardless, he probably doesn't know what you're talking about. Will ask you to give him time to research what you're asking him for. You get several texts later to the effect of '?????? Did you misspeak? Is this spelled differently? Hello?????' It's okay you can laugh now before you see him again. Don't laugh at his flushed face when you do see him. It's going to make him second guess himself.
That being said you should absolutely tease him by asking about how his research went. He informs you while his cheeks are red that I thoroughly checked the term and it's origins etc. Including videos... you should 100% ask to watch the ones he found later on. He agrees but you have to sign this pape- smooch him to avoid signing an NDA. He'll be quiet for a bit and tell you that he does need some time still and will give you a date and time for your after hours leisure time...
On the afformentioned day and time he will show up to your room looking cool as a cucumber despite how nervous he is. He's going into this like he's in charge. Helping you undress and folding his clothes to the side like a cute little house hubby. He's still trying to be the dominant one but his face turns very red again when he sees the toy and harness.
Time to show him who's actually in charge here. Be gentle working him open with your fingers, he's going to burst from embarrassment. (Or use Acimo and make it impossible to do anything further) Unsure what he's meant to do at this point and too embarrassed to ask. You need to tell him to relax and enjoy it.
Once you get your strap in you see the absurd calculations going on behind his wide eyes and red face. Please don't let him start on whatever wild theory he's about to extrapolate. Roll your hips slow and watch his thoughts disappear as he grabs onto your shoulders and gasps like he's been scandalized. He has to lean back and let you do the work because he's feeling too good. This was expected from his research but experiencing it is a totally different thing.
Whimpering so loud when he cums. Another one who is very duty bound and wants to give you an orgasm too. But he's too far out of it. I think he might honestly be in sub space after that. Clean him up and cuddle him close to your chest. (Personally I think he has mommy issues so he needs to be cradled in your bosom)
You'll be hearing from him again, it's going to be the most awkward proposal for sex you've ever heard but it's cute how he's trying to not show how badly he wants it again.
Hotarubi
🪭 Subaru 🪭
Delicious dichotomy man. Oh he's a fun character to pick apart. Concerning but still draws you in. There's so many variables... so many different interpretations... I digress there's so many ways I could write this one. But here we go!
Instantly flustered, covering his mouth and glancing away. Stammering nervously about how improper that is. Secretly he's thrilled to bits that you've asked him such a thing. If he's getting hard under the tea table there's no outward proof on his perfectly tuned face. If you're to the point where you can see past it just tell him to think on it and you'll be back another day.
You defintely need to ask Zenji and Haku to clear out. Zenji because he could just wander in and Haku... I don't put voyeurism past him. Man's a bit depraved ya know. Anyway once that's taken care of find Subaru waiting in the secluded tea room for you. You've been talking over text about this because it gave Subaru the confidence (cough cough the freedom to openly grin and giggle like a sicko /affectionate cough cough) and agree.
He's waiting in a beautiful white kimono with pastel hydrangea patterns, something gorgeous and innocent looking. What's underneath is anything but, he's only wearing a cock ring that's made to mimic a strand of pearls. As he slowly leans back and unties the kimono to show you his little ensemble his blushing face is cracking a bit. He's too into it already, his mask is crumbling enough to show the curve of a grin on his lips.
Devour him. Absolutely debauch this man, leave hickies all down his neck and collarbones. He'll get to see all the flithy things you want to do with him as soon as he so much as grazes your skin. Gasping and letting out pretty breathy sounds as you work your hand on his equally pretty cock. But that's not what you're here for right now. No it's lower, you'll find he's already slick with lube and stretched quite well. Purr into his ear about how good he is or how dirty he is and he'll whine. He likes praise but also being degraded a bit? Pervert.
Take him against the tatami or the wall, hell bend him over the tea table. Subaru is into it, feeling you rut into him like you've never been this turned on before. Mark him up with your hands, your mouth, dig your nails into his hips and listen to him moan like a whore. He needs the reminders for later when he's alone again. Not that he'll be forgetting this anytime soon but tangible marks are hotter.
Cries out like he's singing when you finally remove the cock ring and let him cum. It's an angelic sound but you know he's not even close. He is definitely in need of a rest after that fucking. Laze about on the tatami with him. He'll try to recover soon and bring you tea and snacks. Keyword try. You'll probably need to be the one to get the refreshments. His hips are sore and he's half hard already from the way his hole aches.
This guy is fiending for it immediately. Obssessed with your strap game. Expect to be seeing a lot of the Subaru behind the mask. He needs you to ruin him more and more. Please mistress?
📿 Haku 📿
Ohohoho I've been waiting to get to him. Pervert. Fucking degenerate. Slut. He's perfect. He's a disaster. Can he keep it in his pants? Do we want him to? He will 100% flip it on you the second you bring it up. Pegging? Oh princess you like a little give and take? Color me intrigued. If you need pointers on the technique I can give you a lesson on the best ways to thrust your hips. Oh but you would be on the receiving end of that. Hopefully that still works to teach you?
Give him a day or two to get himself ready, he's teasing you the whole time though. Texting you about how much work this is for you but he doesn't mind if you promise you'll take good care of him. Might send you a pic of some of his own personal toy collection asking which one you want to use on him. I will not lie some of them are fairly large. And a few of them are less than human... Haku why do you have a knotted dildo... Whore.
Last text and pic you get before you see him is him tugging his uniform shirt to the side to show off a peek of red rope with this, "ready when you are princess" When you get your hands on him, oooooh boy! That tease is in for it. Rip that shirt right off of him and admire the beautiful intricate ropework he managed to tie himself into. Nothing that would restrict him from moving but it's very fashion statement the way it's done.
Kiss him hard, bruise, bite and suck on his bottom lip until he's holding himself back from humping your thigh. Steal his breath away by marking him up around the ropes, tease and bite his nipples. (headcanon that he has them pierced) He moans so much when you tug the bars between your teeth. He's a bit of a masochist.
Another one who's plugged and ready for you. His plug is a bit longer though, one with the tapered spheres. He shivers as you slowly remove the toy and berate him for taking away the joy of working him open yourself. He chuckles and says next time he'll let you have the honor. Oh he isn't ready for how hard you decide to fuck him. Put the first dildo you like the looks of in the harness and go to town on his ass. He's loud, so fucking loud you need to shove your fingers in his mouth to quiet him. Haku sucks on your fingers like it's a cock, laving his tongue all over them. Tease.
You can fuck him however you want. He takes it like a champ and archs his back like a professional whore. When he cums it's not a lot, probably due to the rope that winds around the base of his cock and balls but it's just enough to keep him partially hard. It's multiple rounds for sure. Wreck him.
Aftercare is bringing him out of sub space and untying the rope. There's so many marks from it you're going to be rubbing ointment into his red skin for a while. He's defintely not letting you use it on any hickies or bites you left. He wants those as trophies for surviving the devouring princess. You swat his ass for the remark and watch his body shiver... Oh he's doomed, the look on his face tells you he knows it and you grin.
Regular texts from him asking you to come mess him up. Always ready when you arrive. Maybe you should start calling him princess...
📜 Zenji 📜
King of poetry, feminism and big dick energy. Yes I'm using the usual cop out of he's corporeal sorry I am not trying to figure out how to peg a ghost today that's more mental skill than I have right now. This guy is yours for the taking doll. Pegging has been around a long time and he's no stranger to the term. I will admit I've not really thought about it being done to me though I'm willing to give it a try for you.
Benefits of ghosthood: No need to do any cleaning of the self! Downside of ghosthood with Zenji: He still has a schedule to keep for his writing and his videos. Who'd have thought he would be this active beyond the grave? You'll have to give him a time to get down so it doesn't conflict with his creative flow. I mean other than that he's free whenever you are.
Heading back to the secluded tea house because his dear little brother doll can't hear this! He's waiting there with a pen and paper, dropping everything when you show up to do his usual exuberant greeting. Despite knowing what's happening he's oozing confidence. You had hoped to see him a little nervous but he's so happy to please you it doesn't phase him. As soon as you start undressing he just poofs his clothes gone. Ghost powers are so annoyingly convenient. And wow the big dick energy was not wrong.
You'll be lazily touching and kissing on the floor for a while. Long drawn out foreplay is the only way Zenji likes to do it. It should be sensual and loving. Slow handjobs and his fingers playing with you. Wait don't get swept up in his easy loving, you have something to do here.
Minimal stretching required to be honest, probably ghost stuff. But he's singing your praises the whole time, telling you how that felt good, higher, a little bit to the right, no dear my right. Tells you how beautiful you look as you put on your harness and push into him, it definitely makes him groan halfway through his words. Pulling you impossibly closer as you slowly rock into him.
He thinks you look dashing like this, taking control, using him in a way he didn't think of. Kissing and touching you the entire time. You guys aren't going fast until you get closer. Then he starts to make noise instead of running his pretty mouth. Moaning, whining, that lovely voice of his is low and melodic. Damn you might cum without needing to touch yourself if he keeps singing for you like this.
When he comes it's loud and he's clinging to you like a lifeline. So many kisses and so much babbling about how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. God he's so sweet. He's also immediately onboard to get you off. Which doesn't take long for him and those skilled fingers and that crooning voice begging you to tip over the edge. This man is dangerous with a capital D.
Expect to be lounging around with him after the fact for a while, lazy kisses and dozing off to the sound of the rain while he grabs his pen and paper to begin writing with his new found inspiration. You'll be doing this again for sure.
Obscuary
⚰️ Edward ⚰️
Damn this man, he's a mess. Literally. This guy is a pain to deal with normally but this is gonna be a whole other story. He's gonna throw out a bunch of bullshit the second you approach him about it. What are you talking about, love? I'm old you have to spell it out for me. Hmm? You know staking is supposed to be to the heart right? He's infuriating, just tell him to be ready next time you show up.
That said you should give Rui and Lyca a heads up to clear out for the night. Rui might be clenching his fists but he's dragging Lyca away for you, he gets it. Lyca not so much. It's okay, Rui has your back. You should have the whole dorm to yourselves for the night.
When you arrive he's where he always is. Laying in bed with his laptop. Fuck that thing. You pause that video and shut it. He looks sad for a split second before you descend upon him and kiss his stupid pretty face. He hums into your kisses, caressing your neck as he pulls your body over his own. You'll get lost in the process of undressing him and yourself with all the heady kisses. Why is this guy a vampire and not an incubus?
Apparently because of his diet he doesn't need to clean himself either. But the prep and stretching is harder. You know, lack of blood makes the body work less than optimal. Sorry not sorry, you're going to be working his ass open for a while. The whole time he's staring into your soul or nipping at your ear. Husky voice whispering sugary words. Asking if he can have just a taste of your blood. Not tonight Satan.
Man's not a pillow prince. He's a whole pillow king. You will be doing all the work. Which is fine. You expected this. I mean look at who you're fucking. You knew. Speaking of he lets you hear his moans openly and without any hint of embarrassment. Fucking into him slow and steady has every little breath ending with a gasp or a groan. His voice sounds so much better when it's just crying out for you.
You could probably try to change position but he prefers seeing your face. He would make it impossible to move his body if you did anything he didn't want to do. His only movements look choreographed to be honest. Like he could star in a triple A budget porn film the way he sounds and rolls his body. The years of experience do him well.
When he cums it's very little, liquid is too precious for them to waste there. He's biting you, you're going to kill him... as soon as your body stops cumming. As you try to yell he quiets you and tells you I'm not turning you, I just needed to top up what I lost in our little tryst. Unless you want to be like me. I could arrange that. Smack him wherever you see fit he's just going to laugh.
He'll send you emoji filled texts later about how I would love to have you on top of me again soon. Don't keep me waiting too long dear. I'm an old man remember?
🧤 Rui 🧤
Oh Rui, sweet darling Rui. (As per one of my theories this will reflect the idea that the kyklos is strong enough to repel or nullify other curses (ie. oui c'est bon) and thusforth Rui can touch us without his curse affecting us.) This man is king of being touch starved. One of the top three for sure. He's already elated and just so grateful he can even hug us at this point. Hand holding? Smooches? This is his dream come true. Sure it only works on us but right now that's enough for him. A break from having to be guarded at all times. Being touched by someone is something he's missed so so so bad.
Turn the tables when you breach this topic, he'll blush if you hook your finger into the ring shaped pendant he usually wears and tug him close. A bit startled by you asking for sure, I didn't think you'd be into that. No I'm not saying I won't do it. Just surprised. My favorite girl is naughtier than I thought. Give me a night and I'll get everything ready for you. Do you have the supplies? Do I need to bring something? Just ask!
Next time you see him he's opted to come to you. He used to be in Clementia after all, the cathedral is his old haunt. Plays it so cool the whole time but he's practically vibrating with excitement. Has an overnight bag and everything. Uses your bathroom to freshen up before he joins you on the bed and falls into making out as easy as breathing.
God he missed kissing. But you make it better. Drawing gasps and grunts from him when you palm his body through the four layers he wears. Stripping him feels like opening a matryoska. But he looks so handsome shirtless, and slightly out of place. You can see he's not used to it anymore. Wearing all those layers has made him a bit shy without them. Worship his chest and remind him that he's gorgeous. Oh his nipples are sensitive. 100% moaning so loud when you suck on them.
By the time you get him undressed he's completely red and panting, cock hard and throbbing, leaning towards his stomach with how aroused he is. It's been a while okay? Give me a break. And break him. Make him sob with pleasure as you finger his loosened hole and watch him thrust his hips against you. Damn you might get him to cum with just your fingers at the rate he's going.
Watches you with loving eyes as you get your strap on and cage him in with your arms. He cums as soon as you put it in. When you try pulling out he stops you with a grip on both wrists. You can't be satisfied yet right? Come on. Keep going. Fuck me like you mean it. His dirty mouth earns him a rough thrust and he throws his head back with a moan.
He asked for it so he has to deal with it. Fucking him into full blown overstim mode, tears at the corners of his eyes as he whimpers and wails for more even though he's cum once already. You'll get at least three out of him. He's a flustered red mess by the third one but he's nothing if not a pleaser. Grabs you by the hips, despite his shaky hands, tugs off your harness and makes you sit on his face. He's gasping for air still as he eats you out in a dizzy haze. Might try to get multiple out of you too.
Once you're both satisfied he's thanking you in a low, almost reverent tone like you're his goddess who bestowed blessings upon him. Remind him with kisses and cuddles that you're not doing this for him, but because you want him too. He'll be on speed dial any time you wanna do this again. And he's down for anything so don't be afraid to tie him up or dress him up or spank him. He's down bad y'all he will thank you for literally ANYTHING you do to him.
🌕 Lyca 🌕
Prepare for the confusion first and foremost. Super eager to learn what it is that you want. When you explain he looks like a dog with its' hackles raised. Wide eyes, ears and tail out, going back and forth between turning red and going pale in the face. Gaping like a fish, the whole nine yards. Man is shooketh. Home boy out here calling this an affront against nature. Can't even stop himself from saying that won't make babies.
You will need to damage control, if he goes to Subaru you will never live this down. If he goes to Rui you'll absolutely never live it down for a whole other reason. So time to soothe the beast and hunker down in your room with some library books and get to teaching him that sex isn't just for reproduction. This will be several sessions and weeks after first confrontation before he finally warms up to the idea.
If he weren't such an I'm tough and fuzzy type of guy he'd be a shaking leaf in your room once it's time. Speaking of you had to walk him through clean up and prep so he's already a little frazzled from that. Be extra gentle with him. Start soft and kiss him sweetly. His tail is wagging... don't call attention to it or he'll pout.
Once you've got him comfortable again you can take the plunge into stretching him. He whimpers, whimperer supreme over here. Bluntly tells you it feels like a sh- Lyca shh! That's not appropriate for sexy time. He's going to hide his face as much as possible.
Getting your gear on is where you see him second guessing again. Take a short break to remind him that it's okay. You just wanna try this. If he doesn't like it then you'll stop. He loves that about you. That you take his feelings into consideration. Cuddle for a bit before you get back into it.
He will lift his hips and wiggle them when you ask if it's okay to fuck him now. It's not fair how cute it looks with his tail wagging but how sexy it is with the way his cock sways. Sliding in has him shivering, give him a minute to figure out how he feels. It'll surprise you when he starts grinding back and panting, gruffly begging you to move.
Fuck him slow but hard and you'll have a tamed werewolf boy in no time. When he realizes he's making all these noises he's going to bite your pillow. I'm sorry say goodbye to that one it's done for. If he can't get a hold of a pillow or your sheets he's going to bite his lips bloody. Closer to him cumming you're going to notice his tongue hanging out and cries of your name. It's so cute, you'll have to pamper him after he comes down.
Pet his hair and tell him what a good boy he was. He's stealing your blankets and pouting for a bit. Bring him a snack and some water and then he'll beg for cuddles. Kiss his nose and tell him how proud you are of him. Try not to spit your drink out when Rui mentions how interesting Lyca's new full moon strategy of having you hold him down all night is...
Mortkranken
💉 Yuri 💉
Yessssss I have been waiting for this little brat. (/loving) He's soooo... pathetic wet cat, but also very holier than thou. This is an interesting flavor of tsundere that is a personal favorite of mine. So diving right in. Screeching. Instant halt to everything he's doing and screeching about wh-wh-wh-wh-what are you saying?!?!?!?!?!? Are you insane?!?! How dare you even think about doing such a thing to me!!!! He's so red it makes his hair look florescent. Remind your brilliant doctor that it's not that far from a prostate exam and that he shouldn't neglect his own health. Get out of my lab you worm! -Screamed with all the command of a tiny angry kitten.
Guess who texts you later in the day with a time and day and haughty tone to his words? One Dr. Isami of course. It might not be until later in the week but you have it. He is a very busy man after all. Take the opportunity to plan how to take him apart.
The night comes sooner than you expected and you get treated to a very special house call. He's red in the face before you even let him in the door. Drag him in by the tie and push him onto your soft clean bed. He'll sputter and try to argue until you drop into his lap and start attacking his lips and jaw and ears and neck. He gets overwhelmed by the frantic pace and babbles between kisses. It's easy to tell that he's already hard just from that.
Strip him down and watch the blush go down to his chest, the shivering nervous wreck of a man before you is the total opposite of his usual self assured persona. Praise him for how pretty he looks, trying to hide his erection with his hands. Push those away before you get tempted to tie them up.
Slipping into your harness and putting the strap on into it you see his eyes follow your every move. Fear and something much hotter hiding in those teal eyes. Don't expect high energy positions from him. You do have to take the lead here or nothing will happen. Man handle him into whatever position you want and work yourself into him. He's gasping and grabbing your shoulders, pulling you close as he bites his lip.
Please kiss him a lot while he adjusts to the intrusion. Distract him and mark his collarbone with your teeth and tongue. He'll be halfway to drooling before you even fuck him. And when you do oh boy. Breathy little noises are being punched out of him with every thrust, he refuses to let you move away, his body curled around yours desperately.
Yuri will be crying, full on sobs. You know it's not pain so you just need to keep fucking him until he pops. He's loud loud, man is moaning and crying and gasping when he cums like it's the most earth shattering orgasm he's ever had. It probably is actually, his toes are curled and everything. Exhausted, he is not gonna be able to help you. But that's okay. If anything you know he'll be getting a solid night's sleep now. Tuck him into your bed with you and hold him close until morning.
Don't worry about the schedule you get after a week, giving you days and times to meet him, calculated perfectly for an optimized amount of sleep for him. (He needs you to ruin his pretty hole again he just won't admit it) ❤️
🩻 Jiro 🩻
MY MAIN MAN!!! Woo!!! (also finish line in sight aaaaaa) Lanky tin man ass. Love him so much. Now it's so simple with Jiro. He clearly thinks about it for a minute before agreeing. But you have to get Yuri to allow you to steal his vice captain for a night. His medication has to be taken around whatever plans you're trying to make. The last thing you need is to call Yuri over in the middle of it because of a flare up in his condition.
Talk to Yuri later, it's suspiciously easy to get him to lend you Jiro. He also seems to be avoiding direct eye contact. Jiro said something he didn't need to you're sure of it. Anyway, your plans are made and it's time to get to it.
Jiro is a medical professional. He cleaned and prepped himself thoroughly, and if asked he will tell you with all the technical terms included. You think you see a slight smirk as he watches the look on your face change into slight disturbance. When you get him to the bed it's easy to push him down. Undress him yourself unless you want it to take forever. Take special care of his glasses as you set them aside. He'll comment that it's hard to see like this. It's okay, you have him.
Trace his scars and kiss them as you go, he'll shiver and ask you why you think that's necessary. Hush Jiro, it's foreplay and you're hot. Grunts a lot as you continue worshipping his body and stealing his oxygen with your kisses. He wonders when you'll get on with it. Alright you pushy fiend. Time to strap on and strap in.
As soon as you push in he's got an arm around you, keeping you close enough to kiss. With how tall he is it means you've got his legs pushed up, hopefully his body can handle it for a bit. It can, and he isn't about to let you go. Grunts and lets out hot little breathy noises more than anything. If he didn't rock back against you you'd be unsure if he was actually enjoying this or not. Oh trust he's into it. He doesn't really like being in control so this is perfect for him.
That being said he won't do nothing and let you have all the fun. He's still trying to keep kissing you and tugging you down to nip at your lips. Seems like fucking him has made him more outwardly affectionate. He'll probably tell you that it was some hormonal state later. Whatever you say beautiful. Just keep moaning for me.
Jerk him off in time to your hips and you'll have him cumming in no time. His o-face is so pretty you'll want to see it again and again. But not something you're able to do right now. As you go to clean him up he'll exhert some energy you didn't know he had to pull you in and finger you until you cum. Those long fingers are so dexterous and he knows all the spots he needs to hit.
And now you're trapped in the bear hug. Post coital Jiro wants one thing and one thing only and that's skin to skin contact with you. When you wake up he's gone back to Mortkranken for his medicine but he sent you a text about how I enjoyed it and Yuri says my vitals are looking nice this morning. So we'll have to run this experiment again soon to see if these results are related or not. You just know he had that little smile on his face when he constructed that excuse to get you to rail him again.
PS pouring one out for @kykloss who inspired me to finish this but deactivated a few days ago, you would have loved this shit my dear.
Your boyfriend has been waiting for this moment, but when you see what he's packing!? You're a hundred percent sure this just won't work, he just simply won't fit. But Satoru Gojo is anything if not one to make sure he wins - and that includes proving you wrong.
pairings - Satoru x reader
warnings - MDNI -size difference, oral (f receiving) fingering, lots of foreplay, he literally is way too big, tummy bulges, creampies, cumplay, spitting, mild degradation/praise, obsessed/ pussy-drunk Satoru
this was a commission piece for @nyxiiiu hehe, and it's an absolutely filthy oneshot - 4k wc - enjoyy! <3 art is by @camy__min on X
“It’s not gonna work,” you’d said it the moment you saw it – Satoru Gojo’s pretty cock – for the first time. “There’s just no way.”
He’d laughed softly, his cock thick and veiny, length slapping his flat belly button then just hanging there so heavy, white drizzles of pre leaking down out of his pretty pink tip. Your core tensed, thinking of the ways he’d just ruin your insides, fuck your uterus up with that damn thing.
You love Satoru, you love his body too, and fuck you want him – you’re always soaking wet any time he kisses you, but there’s just no way that will work. Satoru sighs, seeing your apprehension, he’s got his hands cupping your face almost gently. Even as you shake your head, studying that thick, lengthy cock with wide eyes.
“Baby…”
“Oh no, Toru there’s no way you get that in me, maybe the tip at best!? And I’m not even sure that will.” Your thumb brushes over the tip, swollen, cock so thick your fingers can’t even wrap it completely. “You’re too big!”
“This is a man’s dream," he’s grinning all proud, but when you shake your head again he sighs. “Sure it will, sweetheart, just lemme work my magic.”
“Magic? Mnh!”
Spreading your thighs wide, long fingers slip through the mess that’s pooling out of your soppy hole, your hips jerk up in response. “Mhm – look, she already wants me inside her.”
“Of c-course she does,” you barely manage to breathe the words out, nipples puckered for one of his hands to brush against. “She just can’t, you’re too – ah!”
He’s spitting a gossamer trail down to your puffy lips, it lingers before it disintegrates and lands right on your cunt with a bubbly trail. You could swear Satoru’s grin has become even more psychotic with those sharp white teeth, his blue eyes brilliant and bright, kissing a trail down your body slowly, between your breasts, over your tummy, and lower.
“Aw, she loves it,” he cooes those words practically, spreading those folds and flicking his tongue on your clit. Your hands entangle in his white silky locks, feeling his plump mouth smile on your overheated skin. “Look how cute she is.”
The first wet flick makes even more arousal just pool out of your hole, slick and glittery for his eyes to feast on. They dilate at the sight of your cunt spasming around nothing, he watches it wink at him, watches it clench. He moans softly at how fucking pretty it is.
His eyes dart up to your arching body, gripping a tit while his tongue teases your hole, slipping in, squeezing your tits when they gently bounce with the jerky little motion, your reactions so evident. His breath ghosts teasingly over your cunt again, your flavor earning him even harder, rutting his cock against his mattress, dying to be buried deep in you.
“She can take it,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss on your cunt and smiling up at you. “I just know she can.
No, she couldn’t.
Satoru Gojo has been down there for half an hour between your thighs, working your little hole and stretching it on his huge, thick fingers. He started slowly – with just one – and even that hit you so deep you were crying out, so deep just those almost hit your cervix. You’re spasming and drooling down his fingers, now he’s got two fingers slotted inside your slippery walls, curling them up.
He’s been stretching you and trying to work you so that he can fit inside, but every ten minutes when he presses his tip in again to test, it just doesn’t fit. He’s sweating, a little sheen of perspiration on his brow, lifting your thigh and resting it on his shoulder, thick pink tip just drooling white drips as he rubs it up and down your slit, trying tentatively again.
“Fuck,” he’s breathless, shaky on top of you, you’re soaked, your thighs trembling on either side of his narrow hips, he almost busts just getting into your tight ring of muscles, only to be blocked again. “Your pussy, she’s too fuckin’ small for it.”
“Me!? No, you’re too big for me!”
“I didn’t think I’d have this much trouble,” he mumbles, brows drawing together, you cry out and whine when he tries to press in, gripping him so tightly he has to pull it back out, watching your hole drool down, moaning in frustration. “Loosen up, pretty please?”
“Satoru, I am,” you’re exhaling, trying to relax your muscles, but every time he starts to stretch you out it burns, his cock is even thickening more. “Make it stop being so… it’s getting bigger!?”
“Well fuck you feel s’good,” he grumbles, flipping you on your knees now, you gasp as he presses your back down. “Let’s try this, I’ll make you cum again first.”
“It’ll never fit – ngh! S-Satoruuu!” He almost cums just hearing your muffled cries, pressing you down by your pretty face, hand entangled in the nape of your neck, fingers moving up and down, up and down, pressure building in your core.
“That’s it,” he feels her loosening again, your ass arching up, but he doesn’t try again yet, even as his cock is fucking aching, a sticky mess from dying to fill you and being unable to. He exhales, two fingers pressing up until you gush. “There you go, cum just f’me.”
“S-satoru,” your head falls to the side, his fingers slip to your clit and roll in little circles, moaning your name in your ear, tickling the sensitive skin as he blows little baby hairs around. “Mnh!”
“Let’s try this position, hmm?” You nod eagerly, and he’s able to at least get his tip in, the sound of a filthy suctioned pop echoing in Satoru’s room – as it pushes past your entrance.
Oh fuck…
Satoru is gonna cum.
He closes his eyes and tenses – how embarrassing!? He’s not inexperienced but the size difference from his cock to your tight cunt is too much, it’s grippin’ him too good, he tests it and pushes more though, and you tighten up again, gasping.
“Too much, too much!”
“I’m like not even two inches in,” he says, all breathy, pulling out and pushing in again, only fucking you with that pink tip and nothing else. “Fuck you’re doing too much, s-stop.”
“Me!?” You glare back at your boyfriend, pulling off and making him hiss, cock so sensitive. “Y-you’re too much!”
Satoru’s blue eyes flutter shut, a whimper escaping his mouth. “Stop trying to push him out, your pussy is mean.”
You giggle breathlessly, pushing him out again, gasping when you feel him pulse. “Mnh, I made it worse.”
“You did,” his hips jerk – pressing his cock experimentally inside your hole, moaning then. “You’re squeezin’ me too tight, my god.”
Satoru’s cheeks flush, resting his head as his huge, lanky body looms over yours, pulling you further back, hearing your little moan in his ears. He’s never felt something this good, the grip just begging for his cum, as if your cunt was milking him then and there.
“Stop trying to knock yourself up before I even get in,” he bites your shoulder and you giggle again, before crying out, feeling a half inch more in your walls. “I will not bust quick our first time.”
“It’ll never work though,” you’re moaning as he presses in again, deeper this time, stretching you open so much you feel like you’re split in half. “Oh god, you’re too deep, t-too much!”
Satoru looks down, leaning back – he’s got maybe two and a half inches in your puffy cunt. He sighs, gripping your ass cheeks, watching the slick mess run down his veiny length, dripping down balls so heavy that they’re tensing, tightening.
“Not even a quarter of me is in your cunt.”
“Seriously!?” He flips you over again, back on your back with your thighs up, slipping two fingers and spitting down on them, swirling the mess and making your cunt click with every little circle. “Mnh!”
“I’ll fit, I swear, no way I don’t get to feel her around me,” he murmurs, slipping a third finger impossibly, you tighten up, earning a smack with his free hand on your pussy. “Relax, sweetheart.”
“Can’t do three - ngh!” You’re spasming while he gently and easily inserts that third finger, holding your thighs up so you can’t clamp down. You’re gripping those rumpled sheets, body trembling, cunt making a mess. “Oh my god…”
“There you are,” he murmurs, praying that he can just get inside you, like a cruel joke to make you both so anatomically incompatible. “Look at us.”
He grips your chin, forcing you to look at his tip slipping in and out of your hole, teasing her with it then pulling back, a messy slippery trail falling out with the motion. He uses the pads of his thumbs to hold your swollen folds apart, eyeing the stretch. You suck in a breath, feeling the sting and tightening up as a cock too thick to even exist pushes inside you again.
“Breathe sweetheart,” he murmurs softly, feeling you relax around him and exhaling in relief as you do. Your hands slip up his chest, nails digging into his shoulders while his own fingers digging into your hips roughly, trying to keep himself together. “Eventually I’ll watch this tummy move with my cock.”
“Wha- ah!” You’re lost when Satoru pushes inward, you hear your own gasp, the slick squelch of your pussy as he moves, moaning and leaning back, watching another inch disappear impossibly.
His fingers slip down your trembling thigh, that thumb brushing your twitchy clit, already overstimulated, you’re tensing at the sensation, seeing the filthy sight of his cock pulsing, veins slick from you. You’re trying to tense at it – the thick invasion taking you over, not even half of Satoru – and you swear he’s breaking you.
"Shhh," he murmurs, circling slow, relentless pressure right where you needed it most. "Just focus on that, on your cute little clit."
You arch into his touch, the burn of your stretched cunt easing when you focus, eyes fluttering shut. You feel yourself getting wetter, that hot arousal tricking down him, thumb slipping off for a moment how wet you are. “Oh, mnh! Y-you’re so deep!”
“Yeah,” he’s half in, smirking now as he grips your thigh, glossy with your own messy slick. His cock throbs inside you when you grip him again, spasming this time. His lashes flutter shut, pulling out and still toying your clit. “Ah- ah, don’t tighten up, stop being a brat.”
“Brat?” You giggle, just making him pulse again, but you relax enough he can get a little more inside you, leaning over you now. You feel it – that fullness low in your belly, pressing against your gummy walls that are trying to suck him in. “Y-you’re distracting me…”
“Mhm,” he smirks, far too fucking attractive, pulling out almost completely with a filthy, messy sound, easing back in with his cock pressing easier, watching your tummy move and groaning, hands bruising on your hips. “And you said it wouldn’t work.”
You look down and blush furiously, watching the rise and fall as his cock fills you so full you can’t think, you see there’s still a few inches he can’t get in. Just that wrecks you, tip dragging against your spot. He loses it then, going fucking feral – his eyes are so bright with those shrunken pupils it’s hard to look into them. His lids get heavy, weight pressing over you, thigh shoved up.
“Feel s’fucking perfect,” he’s whispering, a hand cupping your face sinking deeper in your snug little hole. “Stretching her out, huh? Do you feel me?”
You can only nod, eyes rolling back for a moment as he drags that spot again, heavy swollen cockhead pressing until it’s against your cervix. “Ah!”
Satoru’s trying so hard not to slam his cock into you, bottom out and drag your ass to him – use you – but he knows you are just barely taking him in without those damn muscles pressing him right back out. He just can’t stop himself from it when he kisses you messy, when he spits in your open mouth and your tongue is out, thighs shaking.
He shoves them up and folds you in half, getting the best view of those puffy lips all glossy, your hole stretched beyond its means, groaning at the sight. “Look at your tiny cunt getting ruined by me.”
You see it, the moment Satoru gets pussy drunk, but you can’t focus when he slams his cock so deep it hurts, cock gliding in and out easier and easier with how messy you get. You’re gasping out, he’s just grinning, now those damn eyes are black, huge hands pressing your thighs until they smush against your breasts, weight pinning them down.
“Perfect, just look at her, she wants me to ruin her, wants my shape, only mine… fuck…”
“T-toru I… ah!” You can’t talk or form a thought when the sounds of skin smacking and your squelching, sloppy cunt fill the room – mixing with that ache in your core, body shaking as you take more and more. “Ngh!”
“Gonna fill you with s’much cum baby,” he’s chuckling, even buried deep, leaning over you, silky white hair falling over a brow. “That what you want, to drip me all day long?”
You gasp out at the filthy vision, a flush decorating your cheeks that makes him murmur – cute – fucking into you until he bottoms out, balls smacking your ass where the arousal is pooling. “Ah- ah- f-fuc- I… ngh, s’deep!”
You’re too fucked out once that cock wrecks your insides, feeling him everywhere while folded into a mean mating press, your knees damn near on either side of your head, cunt sucking him so good. “Hah, look she can take me, she’s trying so hard, squeezing me – ah.”
Satoru doesn’t stop the babbling that spills from his mouth, a mix of praise, degradation and whimpers.
‘Feel s’fuckin’ perfect baby’ – ‘Slutty hole, she’s so greedy’ – ‘You’re so pretty, god…’ –‘Mnh, does that feel good sweetheart? Hah, of course it does’
Satoru is completely psychotic, lost and on another plane of existence, your cunt is just milking him too good, your pretty eyes glimmering with tears as they try to roll back. Pussy drunk and lost in every sound, every movement.
“Gonna put so much cum inside you, hah…” he chuckles now, letting your thighs ease just a fraction so he can rest his forehead almost lovingly. “M’gonna make sure to fuck it back into you, then fill you up again, aw do you like that?”
You barely nod, he grins against your lips, cock pressing deep and just staying, rolling his hips to nudge his pretty drooly tip, the pressure unbearable. “Toru!”
“You can still talk?” You’re lost in it, as fucked out as he is when he cups your face with your thighs still shoved up, kissing you sloppy messy, cock grinding into your cervix when he finally bottoms out as much as he can. He swallows your gasps with his plump lips, his open mouth, you swallow his moans, struggling for a breath.
He’s dragging his cock head against your cervix over and over, torturous little fucking circles with so much pressure, your nails slip into the skin on his back, leaving little crescent moons. Satoru groans at that, laughing softly.
“Gonna mark me up?” Your nails dig in deeper, leaving their marks, almost drawing blood while that sharp pleasure hits, and you feel yourself about to fade, more intense than his fingers, his mouth even.
“M’gonna… mmnph,” you’re drooling as he slams his thick length in and out of your now sloppy little hole, pummelling it with every snap of his hips, making sure you feel him everywhere. You tighten up and he groans, brushing your hair back and easing up.
“So fuckin’ pretty like this, aww sweets you’re drooling.”
He taunts you, strokes getting slower, like he’s not letting you have it, your thighs pressing tightly then, his thumb swiping the dribbles from your chin. Your pupils are blown out, lips parted, cunt just fuckin’ spasming as if she’s ready for him to cum, but not just yet.
He slowly rolls his hips, fingers dimpling the flesh of your thighs, breath ghosting against your lips – swollen from his kisses. “Gonna cum, aren’t you baby?”
You nod in a jerky little motion, unsure how he expects you to even talk, but the nod is enough for his cocky grin, one more roll of his hips that drags on your spot, white hair tickling your exposed clit with how he has you split open. You cry out as the sharp pleasure builds so fast, thighs shaking uncontrollably against him, tears slipping out of your eyes.
“Toru, I’m – nghh, f-fuc- I’m-”
He leans up to get a perfect view of you, driving that fat cock into your stretched, abused little hole, mean with it now – pushing you over the edge. “That’s it, that’s my girl,” he whispers, words making his breath ghost against your skin. “Cum f’me, milk me dry, take all of me in your pretty little cunt.”
Satoru’s balls are coated in your slick, heavy and full, feeling you shatter for him, watching your pretty face with a well satisfied fucked out look on his face, exhaling, gripping you at your waist. He eases your legs to the sides of his hips as you scream out, eyes rolling back in your skull, fucking you through it slow and easy.
“There you go,” he murmurs, taking your fingers and slipping them between you both. You whine out, overstimulated. “Touch it, be good f’me, after she tried so hard not to let me in.”
“Already c-came,” you whimper out pathetically, but Satoru’s not quite done with you, leaning back you watch your fingers slip. “Too wet, mnh!”
“You can cum again,” he orders softly now, sadistic little undertone, his snowy lashes lowering in a movement that makes him look angelic and not the slutty freak he is. “Wanna feel it again, please sweetheart.”
Now he’s needy, desperately watching your movements, your hand stops moving when pleasure hits sharp again, but Satoru moves it for you, watching you fall apart, tacky walls clamping down. He fucks you through your aftershocks until you’re delirious, ready to pass out – drooling with your eyes fluttering shut, but he tilts your chin up with long fingers, making you gasp out.
“Look at me when I fill you up,” he orders, all soft and sweet like he’s not a filthy brat, sucking your little finger into his mouth and moaning around it, making your eyes try to open, but you’re twitching, a mess. “That’s it, such a good girl takin’ me like this, are you ready f’me to pump your cunt so full?”
You nod weakly, and he presses one more time before crying out in your ear – a mix of your name and a desperate little whimper from the six foot four man that’s splitting you apart. His cock throbs and impossibly thickens, heat floods you instantly, so much cum that it’s pouring, coating all of your walls with white.
“Oh f-fuck, take it,” he murmurs, voice breaking with how good your pussy feels just sucking him up. His fingers press into your hips, groaning desperately, lips slipping up your neck – hot, uneven little breaths as more pumps in.
You’re so full, hot warmth spreading with how much cum he’s pouring into you, and more spurts out, trickling down his sticky cock, still hard. “Oh m-my… I… you’re still…”
“I have so much for you, don’t worry,” he chuckles, pulling back and still buried deep, now you feel that pressure again, your cunt trying to clamp down, hips twitching as his cum and yours slips down in strands of white. “You think that’s all, no baby, you deserve all my cum inside you.”
Satoru kisses you slowly, lips pressing yours apart, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, saliva dripping as he moves just a bit, and you’re gasping out. “S-sensitive!”
“I know, sweetheart s’okay,” he pulls out and looks and the fucking filthy mix of both of you, more cum pumping white and milky when he strokes his slick cock. “Hah, slutty cunt is so beat up.”
You can’t tell if he’s sweet or evil.
You hiss as he rubs that shiny pink tip up and down your puffy folds, moaning out at the sight of you. Bruises forming from his fingertips, marks from where his teeth had slid into your skin, lips bitten and swollen. His fingers slide between your thighs, slick with cum traced through your folds, toying with the white creamy mixture and smirking while you twitch and jerk.
“Thought I couldn’t fit?” He raises one of those thin white brows, you manage to shake your head, he gathers his mess and holds up his fingers. “God, look at us together, finally.”
Satoru Gojo is a freak, you knew this when he begged to eat your pussy the moment he met you, and when he would make sure to finger you every chance he got – didn’t matter where. Yet the sight of the light catching those drips of both of you is obscene, and when he puts those thick long fingers in his mouth and sucks?
You don’t even know what sound you make. It’s pornographic, a desperate whine as your cunt tries to recover, and his cheeks hollow.
“Mmm,” he moans as if it’s the best tasting thing – his own cum. “Sweetheart you need to taste this.”
Satoru slips two fingers into your mouth ordering – suck – with a soft voice, those damn eyes just a ring of blue surrounded by the fringe of white. You do as he orders, tasting the salty tang on your tongue. Your eyelashes flutter, sucking him and holding his huge hand.
“Such a good girl, you did so well taking me,” he murmurs, pulling those fingers back, but suddenly his hands clamp onto your waist – lifting you like you’re fucking nothing.
“Mnh! What are you doing!?” You demand, when he’s got you flipped over on top of him, eyeing your tummy and measuring with his fingers. “Toru…”
“I think I’ll hit right here…” He murmurs, dragging you down on that huge cock you barely got to fit to begin with. He lifts you up, your knees sliding against the silk sheets that are embarrassingly wet from you.
“I can’t take you like this,” you grumble, earning his cute little blush on perfect cheekbones. “I can’t! Stop looking all cute like you’re not a deviant.”
“Baby please lemme watch you take me,” he lifts you high. “Put me there.”
“You’re ridiculous,” you huff, already a quivering mess, cunt drooling as you position him there, feeling your stretched out cunt aching. “Oh god…”
“You can take me now, I know it,” he’s literally your slutty cheerleader, batting those lashes with the cutest smile, silvery hair falling over his brow. “Come on, show me what you can do. You’re so good you know.”
“Suck up,” you mumble, but you start to take him, inch by inch, until he angles you so you fall on his cock, stuffing you full again, even more intense. Your nails dig into the perfect skin of his chest as this deviant just grins.
“See?” He touches your belly button, chuckling now.
“S-see what!? Mnh!” He just smiles, fucked out as your cunt drools his own cum down in rivulets of white, pooling on his abdomen and making that white happy trail slick.
“I hit here, I knew it,” he’s measuring something like a psycho, sighing and looking up at you lovingly, hands trailing down your hips until he grips your ass, dragging you down, making you boat moan. “Wonder if I can fit it all inside you like this.”
There’s more inches!?
Oh hell no.
Satoru is so sillyyy I love him hehe
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cws: nsfw, smut, all characters 18+, f reader, s/d undertones to some of these but nothing specifically outlined, can sae be his own warning, masturbation, predator/prey kink, dirty talk, consensual filming, breeding kink, creampie, edging, oral m receiving, lingerie kink
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BREAK ME, TASTE ME, ROLL ME UP LIKE THE NORTHERN LIGHTS◞ k. choso
what's the buzz? choso discovers he has a breeding kink
before you read female reader, breeding kink, marathon sex, slight cnc, established relationship
choso loves you more than anything, more than he thought he could love someone. in his eyes, your relationship is something sacred, something beyond what most people could understand. he’s never really questioned that before — until the day he started thinking about why people are the way they are, how we’re all descended from animals. it stuck with him, nagging at the back of his mind, until he finally caved in and looked it up.
animals mate for life, he read. once they breed, they belong to each other forever.
that was all he needed to hear. his answer, the clarity he’d been searching for. in his mind, the path to making you his forever was clear.
he had to breed you.
the next time he has you under him, legs wrapped tight around his waist, choso’s touch feels different. there’s something more intense about the way he’s gripping your thighs, pinning your body to the bed, and the way his gaze darkens as he thrusts into you, slow and deep at first.
“choso…” you gasp, your fingers threading through his dark hair, tugging gently. “what's — what's gotten into you?”
his eyes flicker up to yours, and there’s a moment where you catch that shift, that deeper hunger. “i’m gonna make you mine,” he mutters, almost too quiet for you to hear, but it sends a shiver down your spine.
“i — i am yours,” you manage to say between shaky breaths. but that doesn’t seem to be enough for him.
“no,” he growls softly, his pace quickening. “i need to breed you. make sure you’re mine forever.”
the word hits you like a shockwave, heat rushing through your body as his movements grow more frantic. choso is normally careful, measured, always making sure you feel good, but tonight, there’s something primal behind every thrust. his mind is singularly focused, fixated on one goal: breeding you.
the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with your moans and his ragged breaths. his lips brush against your ear as he murmurs, “gonna fill you up… over and over. until you're full of me.”
you gasp his name again, but this time, it’s broken, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. “choso — fuck — slow down, i can’t —”
“yes, you can,” he breathes out, his voice low and gravelly. his hips snap forward, rougher, faster, every thrust sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. “you can take it. you're made for me. made to take all of me.”
your fingers dig into his back, nails scraping against his skin, but he barely seems to notice. his focus has narrowed, a steady chant echoing in his mind: breed, breed, breed. it’s all he can think about as he pounds into you, faster, harder, deeper, his eyes glazed over with raw need.
“gonna cum inside you,” he grunts, his forehead pressed against yours, his voice strained with desperation. “gonna fuck you so full, you’ll have no choice but to be mine forever.”
his words send you over the edge, your body trembling beneath him as waves of pleasure crash over you. but choso doesn’t stop. he doesn’t even slow down. he’s relentless, still chasing his own release with the sole intent of breeding you, pounding into you as if it’s the only thing that matters.
“choso—” your voice is ragged, breathless, but he cuts you off with a low growl.
“don’t — don’t say anything,” he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he finally reaches his peak. “just… take it. take all of it.”
with one final thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, groaning as he cums in you. his grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place as he empties himself, wave after wave, ensuring that not a drop is wasted. but even when he’s done, choso doesn’t pull out. he stays inside you, still grinding his hips slowly as he murmurs, “not done yet… gotta make sure it sticks.”
you’re trembling beneath him, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. “how much more can you—”
“as much as it takes,” he whispers, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “i’m not human, not completely. so we’ll be here for a while.”
