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˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ hiii! this is my little blogggggg

here’s some of my works:

unusually warm

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ where nanami kento is tired of feeling empty and out of spite and a desperate way to fill that empty void he listens to his friend and goes on a blind date. he couldn’t name a single flaw in you but just one..you were a lot younger then what he anticipated. when satoru set him up and said “to make him feel young again” he didn’t think he’d set him up with a college student..

pt1, pt2, pt3

puppy! choso x bunny! reader

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ your spoiled little bunny life got thrown out of track when your owner takes in a stray dog, puppy! choso, who you don’t like not one bit. but he doesn’t seem to get the hint

eater

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ eating demonic creatures never tasted good for han maru. that’s why after every mission he goes to this tiny pastry shop by his shitty apartment to try to get the bad taste out of his mouth. though now he didn’t really come by for a sweet treat. he craved someone sweeter!

fuzzy love

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ cheetah's were very anxious cats, and it's quite common for them to have service dogs to accompany them! mean cheetah! sukuna has been more anxious and aggressive than usual, so zookeeper! toji gives him a puppy hybrid, hoping to mellow him out.

good for the heart

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ having pots (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome) always had a tool on you and who else but to comfort you then your loving husband ^_^

notes: requests are open!

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lacyfushi

ugh! living with nerd!jo makes it soo hard not to be a perv

a/n: idk if the wording sounds weird but something diff bc I always see pervy[char name] but sometimes in life you have to be the pervy reader

being a pervyroommate!reader who tells nerd!jo that you need his help for an anatomy project. the project in question? an accurate sketch of the male anatomy with no clothing in the way. when he tries to refuse, you give him your signature pouty lips and he gives in. who else would you feel comfortable around for suchhh a vulnerable assignment?

being a pervyroommate!reader who wears low-cut tops just to lean over in front of nerd!jo, that way he can see your pillowy tits bunching together in front of him. you don’t miss the way his pupils dilate before flitting around the room in an attempt to avoid the tempting view.

being a pervyroommate!reader who loves sneaking into nerd!jo's room when he isn't home and spraying that sweet vanilla-scented perfume onto his dark blue sheets. that way, he'll start associating his nightly jerk-off sessions with you, his sweet roommate!

being a pervyroommate!reader who acts drunker than you actually you are so you can stumble into nerd!jo and push your body against his toned one. but it’s okay because you meet his eyes with an apologetic pout and squeak out a ‘sorry’!

being a pervyroommate!reader who leaves the door cracked open before changing so when nerd!jo walks past on the way to his own room, he catches a glimpse of your naked skin. sometimes you even catch his eye and offer an innocent smile that has guilty heat rushing to his cock.

being a pervyroommate!reader who meets nerd!jo’s eyes when eating a popsicle so he can watch your cheeks hollow and your lips stretch around the sweet treat.

being a pervyroommate!reader who is just soo ditsy, you forget to grab your towel before a shower. that leaves you sweetly calling nerd!jo for help. ofcourse you don’t mean to crack the door open wider than necessary when taking it so he can see your naked wet body.

being a pervyroommate!reader who “accidentally” leaves the apartment computer’s search history in tact only so nerd!jo can see the porn you’ve been watching. it’s a total coincidence that your search always includes ‘white haired boy with glasses’!

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KINKTOBER 2026 MASTERLIST!

he's got you pinned, folded in half, your knees pushed up to your chest.

the weight of him presses down on you, crushing you into the mattress, and every thrust drives his cock so deep you swear you can feel it in your throat.

"look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "look at my sweet fucking princess."

your eyes are blurred with tears.

you can barely see him—just the dark outline of his shoulders, his sweat-slicked chest and the way his abs flex with every brutal snap of his hips.

your nails dig into his biceps, trying to hold on, trying to ground yourself as you sob.

"k-kuna mnghh—h-hurts—"

"i know," he says, and he sounds almost tender, like he isn't currently destroying your insides. "i know, baby. but you're taking it—fuuck—so good. such a good fuckin' girl."

you sob, whining as your cunt clenches around him, fluttering and sucking him deeper. he groans, a low rasp as his hips stutter for just a second.

he presses his palm against your lower belly. right where the bulge of him is pushing against your skin.

you can feel it—the thick ridge of his cock, outlined beneath your flesh, a visible proof of how fucking deep he is. he presses down, hard. ow!

you almost scream.

"there it is," he breathes, his eyes fixed on your stomach. "fucking look at that, sweets. i can see myself inside you."

you look down through your tears. you can see it too—the shape of him, pressing against your belly from the inside and moving with his thrusts.

the sight makes you clench even tighter around him. you cry harder, ugly sobs tearing out of you as he fucks into you wirh this relentless and unyielding pace.

"mmm, that's it." he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. "that's my good girl. crying so pretty for me."

you cling to him, your arms wrapped around his neck, your face buried in his shoulder. you're soaking his skin with your tears and snot, but he doesn't seem to care.

he just keeps fucking you, keeps pressing down on that bulge and keeps whispering into your ear.

"gonna fill you up," he says, his pace picking up. "gonna pump this pretty little cunt full of my cum. you want that, don't you baby?"

"y-yes—h-haahhh—yes, please—"

"please what?"

"please fill me up—please cum inside me—i need—hahhhhhh—"

he brokenly groans, and his hips lose their rhythm. he drives into you one last time, so deep that you feel it—the hot flood of his thick cum filling you up, spilling out around where he's buried inside you.

"fuck," he gasps. "fuck, princess. look at you. you love taking all of it, don't you?"

you're still crying, your body shaking with aftershocks, your cunt clenching around him, milking every last drop of his cum.

he stays inside you, his forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing hard. he grins against your nose.

"so pretty when you cry," he murmurs, and presses a kiss to your wet cheek.

at his words you let out a soft whine, pouting as you try to turn away from his huge body.

"tch, c'mon sweets..." he grunts, a huff escaping his lips. "i'll buy you strawberry milk, okay?"

you jerk up, suddenly suspiciously attentive.

he grumbles, rolling his eyes. "fucking hell. what is it with girls and strawberry milk..?"

IM BACKKKKK (maybe, lets see) idk this is the next best thing i wrote plz dont kill me☹️

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── THE OTHER TWIN

18+ mdni · sukuna thinks for so long that you have feelings for his twin brother, jin. but things change with one call from you, because if he only knew just how wrong he is.

The first time Sukuna met you, you were laughing at something Jin said that wasn't even funny to begin with. He figured there must be something loose in that head of yours because it was straight-out idiotic that, of all people, you acted so stupidly in front of his twin brother, and he wasn't sure why.

His first impression of you was nothing. Clearly, you failed to make an impression strong enough for Sukuna to remember you in that brief encounter, if he could call it that.

"Who's the dumb-dumb?" He once asked Jin, padding towards the living room from the kitchen where he popped a soda open.

Jin only gave a tense look at his brother's remark, but when Sukuna wouldn't budge, he sighed and added, "She's a dear friend. Don't call her that."

Sukuna raised his hands in surrender and ended the conversation.

Then suddenly, he was forced to remember you. Why? Because for some reason, you started showing up at their apartment like an annoying fungus.

At first, the meetups were scheduled.

"Hey, she's coming over." Jin would inform him with a tap of his foot against his, as he continued to type a swift response on his phone. "Please, be on your best behavior. She's sensitive. Though most are compared to you."

Sukuna snorted. "Whatever. I'll be in my room. Have fun, or whatever you kids call it these days."

"Ha-ha-ha," Jin shook his head.

Sukuna was fine with that routine for a while. Jin would give him a heads-up when you were coming over, and Sukuna would either slither into his room, drown everything out with loud-ass music blaring through his headphones, and do whatever he wished, or grab the keys from the counter table and go round the block until your dumbass left.

It was fine. That was fine. What was not fine was when you started to show up unannounced.

One time, he heard this goddamn pathetic squeak from the left side after he walked out of the shower, nothing but a robe tied around his waist, and Sukuna swore that he thought Jin brought home an animal. But nope, there you were, gawking.

"Oh, my God! Shame! Have you no decency?!" You screamed, clamping your hands so powerfully hard against your eyes that Sukuna had to wince for you.

"What are you talking about? Why the fuck are you here anyway?"

"Jin told me to swing by. Said he'd be here in a couple of minutes. And to also make myself comfortable. Didn't know you were here, too."

"I do live here, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that!" You squabbled in retaliation. "Whatever, I'll turn around and stay in the living room."

"Sure thing. Have fun making out with my brother."

Oh, you should have seen the look on your face. You look unbelievably flabbergasted, with your mouth hanging wide open. And like an epiphany, like a drop in the ocean, Sukuna put two and two together and finally deduced why you've been clinging here like a leech.

Because suddenly, your presence here has been solved. And all he needed to do was exorcise you.

"You have the hots for my twin brother, don't you?"

"No!" You sounded like you were lying. Your ears turned an explicit shade as well. "S-Shut up!"

Sukuna laughed. "I wonder if my poor brother knows. Nah, he's a dumbass like you. He's got awful taste, too."

"Seriously, shut up! Please!" You paused. "And I think he's got great taste! You're probably just jealous!"

"Oh yeah, I'm super jealous." He rolled his eyes.

"Seriously, stop."

"Only if you admit that you've got a thing for Jin."

"You're insa —"

"Uhm, am I interrupting something?" Jin's voice cut through both yours and Sukuna's banter.

Sukuna remembered how you stood frozen, pale, and eyes unblinking. He supposed you were too stunned to come up with anything, too overwhelmed not to start groveling at Sukuna's feet to keep that conversation between you two a secret, but he got it. With the way you stood, with the way you lingered, and the lack of movement you possessed.

Oh, boy. He definitely got the memo.

And you owed him for that.

"Nah," Sukuna shook his head, making his way back into the room. "Just teasin'."

Now, it's been half a year, and the seasons have teased and mocked him.

Sukuna is seated on a plush armchair while you and Jin are on the longer sofa. Sukuna watches you make a fool of yourself, singing the rendition of La Vie en Rose, and you do it with the poorest French accent he has ever heard.

Not that he can do any better, but still.

And tonight, Sukuna realizes several things.

He doesn't miss the way Jin starts inching towards you with a fond look on his face. How he carefully watches you sing and sway your hips sideways.

Sukuna doesn't miss how his own feelings seem to churn bitterly at the sight of that, of you and his brother being so close together, for reasons unknown or reasons he demands not to know, laughing like you did the first time he saw you.

And he doesn't miss it when his mind seems to open something he dares not name, but it creeps up regardless. Because if only he has an excuse to also —

"Get in here, 'Kuna!" You pull Sukuna forward and twirl yourself around him.

'Kuna? What in God's name did you call him?

He's never been called that before, yet somehow, the name escaping past your lips sounds forbidden, sweet, and selfishly his.

Not Jin's. Not his twin brother who's looking at them intently now with an unreadable expression. Not his brother who people often choose before they choose him. The spare, for once, is picked first.

Someone called him by a name that's never been said before, and it's all his. His — from the lips he never thought he wanted anything to do with months ago.

So, he gives you what you ask of him. He holds your hand up and helps you spin.

Then you spin, and spin, and spin. And you keep spinning until your feet can't do so anymore, until your head deliriously whirls, and you're reeling with a bubble of laughter as you collide not into Jin's, as Sukuna assumes, but into the embrace of the other twin who catches you with arms lined in dark sclera inks.

"Oops," you mumble breathlessly, "sorry."

Sukuna isn't. When you lock gazes with him, he hopes that his thoughts aren't loud enough for you to discern. Because damn, in that very moment, he wishes for something he knows he can't have.

With that, he clears his thoughts, steers you upright, and makes a lame excuse that he's got to go to bed.

He won't see you for another three months. And that's definitely his doing.

There's something awfully tense in the air when Jin returns to the apartment. Sukuna is sprawled lazily on the couch, a foot off, swaying back and forth, as he scrolls through post after post on his feed.

Jin sets his things down and collapses tiredly in the armchair. He sighs, stretches his limbs, and sinks further, his head tilting backwards.

"Rough day?" Sukuna mutters, not looking up.

"You could say that."

"Ah,"

Sukuna usually leaves things at that. Normally, he would be on his phone for a couple more minutes, then decide to get something to eat outside.

But then Jin moves his head towards him, and his eyes bore holes straight through Sukuna's skull.

"What do you want?" Sukuna asks, unnerved by all this.

Jin says nothing, though he takes off his pair of glasses.

"All right, either you say something or I'm leaving outta here. Go be weird by yourself."

"I hurt her."

Sukuna pauses mid-conversation. "The hell do you mean?"

Jin refuses to explain anymore. All he said were those words. And as if he's the one who couldn't take the situation, like he's running away from something he shouldn't, Jin gets up and quietly enters his room.

Another two weeks fly by since that uncanny incident. Sukuna still has no clue what Jin means; however, seeing as you've visited less and less until one day you don't show up anymore, Sukuna has an inkling that it has something to do with you.

"I hurt her."

Sukuna can't think of how, really. Jin's not the violent type or someone who gets fitfully angry, so what could Jin possibly have done or said to make him confess such a thing?

The answer comes the next night. Jin's knocked out in the living room, something about Kaori being this or that, but Sukuna couldn't care less, and his phone buzzes against the cold coffee table. It buzzes again. Once more. And then three more calls.

By the sixth call, Sukuna can't take it anymore. He picks up the phone and answers for his brother's sake.

Only to be greeted by the voice that plagues most of his nights. The voice he unknowingly wishes to hear again because it's been quite a while since he last heard you. Or even seen you; at this point, he can take what he can get.

But you sound different. Differently intoxicated, as you slur Jin's name.

"Where are you?" Sukuna hears himself demand.

You tell him where.

He drops the phone, takes his keys, and leaves. Nearly midnight, he speeds down the silent road, wondering why, why is he doing this?

When you called Jin, not him.

You are sitting on a red curb, heels thrown over your shoulder, and playing footsies with another woman when Sukuna finally pulls over.

The stranger looks up first, brushes your shoulder, then points a finger towards him. You look wasted, for you never look up even when Sukuna crouches in front of you.

"She's not drunk," the woman reassures, "just sprained her ankle."

You snort or sniffle. Sukuna doesn't bother wondering which one. He's too busy checking on you to make sure you're okay.

"The heel broke, if that's what you're wondering." You say.

"I wasn't." Sukuna huffs, but he did.

"Oh."

"Coulda hit your head, and maybe that would've brought some sense back into you."

"Ha-ha," you roll your eyes at him. "You're funny, you know that?"

"I do my best, sweetheart." He smirks.

"Told you to stop calling me that before."

"Hmm, and what did I say?"

"Nothing."

"There you go."

Someone clears their throat, and both of you snap your attention to her. Sukuna almost forgets they've got company, and when he looks at your friend with mild irritation, he wishes she could just up and leave already.

"Yes?" He says a little more forcefully. "What do you want?"

"Right, well, uhm," she stammers, gaze flickering towards you instead. "I'm assuming you know him? You're gonna be okay?"

You chortle loudly. "Yeah, I know him, all right."

Your friend raises a brow. "You sure?"

Sukuna should've felt offended, because aside from his face and body tattoos, is there anything else that screams danger about him? Jesus, he wouldn't have gone through this shit if he hadn't known you.

You wave your hand nonchalantly, dismissing your friend's concern. "Yeah, yeah, I really know him. He's the twin brother."

"Oh." Your friend says. Then realization hits her. "Oh."

Now that, Sukuna isn't going to brush it off. Oh, he's definitely going to ask you about that later on, because that is strange. The look on your friend's face as she sizes him up and down, which he returns just out of pettiness. That's a definite oh.

"Let's go." Sukuna grabs your hand and pulls you up. "The curb is dirty as hell."

You hobble to his side. "Slow down for a sec, will you?"

"No." Sukuna breathes out. "I'm tired, probably hungry, and it's late. We're going."

"Fine." You grumble.

He leads you to the car. You slide in, albeit with a bit of difficulty. He makes sure you're properly situated before he rounds to the other side and gets in.

The drive to your place is silent, but not uncomfortable. You begin lolling, yet you force yourself awake. You arrive faster than you expect, though you should know it's because it's late and there are hardly any cars on the road.

When he turns off the engine, you stay rooted in your seat. You huddle your feet closer. Sukuna notices your swollen ankle and sighs.

"We need to get inside. I need to ice that thing, or it's going to get worse." He tells you in a whisper.

"I-I know," you say, "just give me a minute."

"I will give you a minute — inside."

"Listen, you're not a doctor or anything." You glare. "Let me just wallow in my own bubble here, okay?"

Sukuna begrudgingly lets you be. His finger taps and drums the steering wheel gently. You don't seem to mind the beat he makes. In fact, it sounds soothing, helping you relax past the ringing in your ears and the aching clench of your heart.

As if this is exactly what you need right now. Not the dinner plan you were forced to attend. Certainly not the repeated texts and calls your friend made to Jin's contact for your sake because he was the only one close enough to come and get you.

And not the guilt and visceral pain eating you up because it's Sukuna who showed up.

Not that you expect Jin to do so — not anymore, after your last conversation with him turned mildly sour.

"Where are your keys?"

"Excuse me?" You blink, confused.

"I'm going to open the door for you, dumb-dumb. I already gave you a second. So go wallow in your stupid pity party inside." Sukuna flicks your forehead playfully. "Can you walk?"

"I think so."

Sukuna stares at you apprehensively. "If you fall, I'm not gonna be catchi —"

"— I already said I'm fine." You cut him off. "Let's go."

It takes a couple of minutes of you hobbling to your apartment complex, coupled with Sukuna's complaints and your retaliation, jamming the keys aggressively, steering him to where the kitchen is, and ultimately plopping yourself on top of the counter, and watching him rummage through the freezer and grabbing a kitchen towel to lessen the impact of the ice cubes.

All that in a span of ten minutes, and here you two are, under the warm fluorescent light coming from your ceiling fan you forgot to turn off.

Sukuna leans a little closer to your front, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration as he does his best to apply the ice evenly around your ankle.

"You don't have to do this." You tell him.

"Hm?" He lifts his head with a hum. "What did you say?"

"I said," you emphasize, "you don't have to do this. You know —" you motion with your chin towards your foot, "this. I-I could've done it myself."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not!"

"Whatever you say, sweetheart."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" You ask.

"What?"

"Sweetheart." You shrug. "Do you call every girl you know that, too?"

"You're annoying," Sukuna mutters under his breath. "And no, I don't. That'll be weird."

"I heard that, you moron!" You lightly smack his shoulder. "So why do you call me that?"

Sukuna gently runs his hands around your ankles. ". . . tongue . . ."

"What?" You lean forward.

"I said." Sukuna grits his teeth, refusing to meet your eyes. "It was a slip of the tongue, and it just became a thing."

It's your turn to avert your gaze from him. Grabbing the wooden spatula distractedly, you purse your lips at him. "I-I see."

"Your foot should be better in a couple of days. Just don't do any parkour or some dumb shit you do."

You flail your arms about, accidentally hitting his head with the spatula. "Since when do I do parkour?"

"You tell me," Sukuna smirks teasingly.

"Ugh!" You groan. "You're annoying, you know that?"

"My sentiments exactly."

"You never should've come in the first place. In fact, I didn't even call you!"

"Oh yeah?" He cages you with his arms as he slowly comes closer, until he can feel the warmth of your breath teasing his philtrum. Your nose barely touches the tip of his.

He only stops when there's a minuscule change in your features. That this is more than enough, that you cannot possibly take any more of his proximity.

"Jin's knocked out cold." Sukuna pushes another way. "He's a deep sleeper, so you're out of luck with that idiot."

You wince.

Sukuna pushes harder.

Is it because of the same bitterness he felt nearly three months ago, of the way his brother kept looking at you, and you, for that split second, did as well? That, from Sukuna's point of view, it's as if there's nobody else who was in that room with you.

Perhaps that is what it is — why he insists on pushing until you admit something you've never even told him. Against him? Against his brother? Against your own self? Who knows.

"He's not here," he pauses, then adds, "sweetheart."

Finally, you bring your eyes — the color he doesn't think he'd ever come to appreciate because it's nowhere near the shades he prefers — to meet his.

An ephemera of emotions: of the pain, of the love, of something that could've been and yet it'll never be.

This time, Sukuna is the one to reel back away from the intensity. Yet, you linger. You cling to the presence he forced out of you.

"You do know that he's with someone else, right? I mean, last we talked, that's as far as I know about Jin's relationship."

Sukuna is rendered speechless for once.

"I hurt her."

Those exact words ring in his ears over and over and over again.

Can it be that Jin hurt you because he found someone else? When it's evident from the way you acted meek every time you came to visit, and every time Sukuna was in the same shared space as you two, that you are interested in Jin.

Is that why you refused to look at him when he came and picked you up earlier, crouching close to the dirtied curb, irrationally thinking that if it weren't you, he wouldn't even bother picking anyone up, let alone be here?

What would you have done differently if it were his twin brother showing up instead of him?

"God, I'm so stupid." You rub your hands together before covering your face. "I never should've called him in the first place."

"Then why did you?"

You refuse to respond.

Sukuna pushes again. He's a bit more desperate. Perhaps it's the night stretching his patience thin, or that he's had it with the situation going in circles. "Why did you call when you know you shouldn't have?"

"It's nothing."

"Tell me."

You don't.

Even when Sukuna grabs your hands, releases their hold on your face, and drops them to your side. Despite Sukuna pressing his forehead against yours. Because in his muddled head, all he can think about is: to hell with boundaries. And even when he nuzzles your cheek, tilts your head upward until your lips and his are a hairsbreadth away — you still say nothing.

So he asks something different.

"Do you have feelings for him?"

You blink and shake your head. "He was the only one who's near and who actually knows my place."

"Okay,"

"Technically, I didn't want to call him. It's kinda weird if I go and call him and his girlfriend sees that, and so I tried not to. But I had no other choice tonight. Never should've gone with this stupid dinner."

"You could've —" Sukuna starts.

"— I don't have your number." You finish.

You swallow dryly, setting the spatula down on the countertop.

"You still didn't answer my question." Sukuna chimes in after a beat of silence.

Again, you don't answer.

"Do you have feelings for Jin? Is that why you've been avoiding coming over?"

You breathe out, "It'll be weird, yes, coming over. Because what if she stops by? And I'm there?"

"You can lie." Sukuna shrug. "Tell 'em that you're there for me."

You shake your head. "And then what? We sit there in silence?"

"You've been making a fool of yourself just fine even when I'm around. What'll be different then to the possible future?"

You roll your eyes. "Maybe because I don't think I can play pretend that well. Okay? Some of us aren't built to be terrific liars. I'm probably in that left side of the Venn diagram where I'm horribly bad at it."

"Hmm, yeah," Sukuna agrees. "You do suck at hiding your emotions."

"See!" You laugh humorously. "Don't think that'll work, smarty-pants."

"But you also don't have to pretend." Sukuna offers. "You could be —"

Be mine. That's what he wants to say.

"Thanks, but it's still gonna be weird." You tell him. "Things aren't that great between me and Jin right now."

"Mmm,"

Just above a whisper, if Sukuna hadn't leaned in, he would've missed your voice. "And I never liked him that way. I never did. I like —"

You stop, eyes widening.

Sukuna freezes, waiting.

"Forget it. I-It's late. I'll lead you out." You try to jump off the counter, but Sukuna's arms, caging you all this time, press against your skin.

You stifle a gasp at the heat he brings, at the way he looms over you, making sure there's no one else you're turning to but him. To him. For him.

"Finish it." He says, his voice dropping low. "Finish what you started."

"I —"

He pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "Go on."

Another turmoil in the way you flatten your lips and then purse them afterwards.

Can you really tell him about this new, profound, and overwhelming feeling you suddenly catch for this tattoo-covered idiot?

A part of you is so close to telling him. To get this over with, because what else is there for you to do? Sukuna appears to be as pleading as you are.

But the other part? For some reason, you feel this gnawing guilt because this is your dearest friend's brother, for God's sake. Is it wrong to have fallen for Sukuna? You've barely even seen the guy, and most of the time you've seen him, he only sits and watches or goes on his phone — and for some reason, that, in itself, got you hook, line, and sinker.

You are never attracted to Jin, but his request hovers around your head like a curse you can't get rid of.

Was it wrong to go against what he told you? When he said not to even think about pursuing his twin brother because he said so, and it would ruin every fiber of their friendship.

You try your damnedest to listen and respect Jin's wish. The last thing you want is to jeopardize your friendship, and to an extent, you understand where he's coming from.

But, goodness, you can't do it. You really can't.

And Sukuna isn't making things any easier for you, too. He's peering down at you, silently coaxing the answer he already knows.

Then an unbridled wave of uncertainty washes away, and in its place comes a brazen burst of energy that lets you open your mouth and finally admit: "I've liked you ever since three months ago when we first danced together."

Then Sukuna closes the distance; at last, lips touch against yours. You taste bittersweet and so does he. Yet, it feels right. It feels too good.

Sukuna angles your head to one side, then slips his tongue into your mouth. You groan against him, and he gets a little greedier.

"Up." He pulls back enough to tell you. You carefully jump into his arms, and he leads you to the bedroom.

All it takes is a kiss, which you promise yourself to remember if this is the first and only time you two can be together. And that's all it takes for the sheets to welcome you and Sukuna, your back pressed intimately between soft cotton and a toned body.

You promise that after this, you're going to heed what Jin told you.

But you also know it's hard to tell a lie. It's hard to back up a lie. And you could try and lie through your teeth, and so can Sukuna, but this thing, with what's happening between you two, feels almost catatonic.

Neither of you can make this up — the intensity with which you two have tried to stay away from each other. It instead pulls you together magnetically.

Sukuna is between your legs in an instant. His inked hands spread you apart for him, undoing you with the touches of his tongue and his arms tracing patterns on your skin.

"You taste good, sweetheart." He says against your throbbing cunt.

You tug at his hair, grind your face aggressively, and whimper about his name, the heavens, and something that sounds like more, fuck, more.

Sukuna thumbs along your slit, watching you quiver responsively. After the second time you orgasm for him, after hearing you mewl for him, he positions his veined, throbbing cock and bottoms out.

"My name." He tells you possessively. "My name, sweetheart."

"Sukuna."

"Again."

"'Kuna, Sukuna, 'Kuna, Sukuna."

"One more. For me."

"Fuck me, please, Sukuna. Sukuna, please. Sukuna."

"That's it. That's my good girl."

His fingers bloom marks against your thighs. His canines move towards the crevice between your neck and collarbone, sucking and sucking until bruises show up. Until his claim is shown enough that not even a shirt can hide it.

"Fuck!" You cry out, arching your back.

Then he makes you straddle him. Both of your hips roll in tandem. His hands move down to curl a finger on long strands of your pubic hair, groaning against your shoulder because — fuck! — he loves how hairy you are below.

He loves you naturally like this. So, so unbelievably natural.

"Don't you fucking shave." He tells you. "You hear me? Would hate that. I want this, just like this. I want how you are."

"Mhmm," you can only hum a response.

"Fuck! Look at you. Look at how hot you are, baby. Fuck! Need more."

He flips you around and fucks you from behind. You grip the headboard, the same time he fists your hair and yanks you back. The intensity of the way he fucks you is enough to let you ride over your third — or is it your fourth? — orgasm.

Still, Sukuna continues. He doesn't stop to give you a breather. He doesn't even slow his pace; if anything, he quickens it as you come for him.

Sukuna spots your mirror from the corner of his eye, then redirects both of your bodies towards it.

"Open your eyes, baby."

You moan and do so.

"Look at yourself in that goddamn mirror of yours." He growls.

He watches his dick fucking you in and fucking you out. He sees your own juices lubricating him, coating him in a sheen of white pleasure.

His hands work their way to your breasts, fondling them roughly. They trace down like ripples of water to your abdomen, where he splays one hand flat against you. Then the other returns to your bush, playing it fervently.

Your mouth hangs open, your hands flail until you lock them around his head.

"Spread for me. Come on, baby."

Your shaking fingers slide lower and lower, until you pry your labia wider. Enough to see his dick ramming into you profusely. His fingers play, flick, and pull your swollen clit.

The sheets are soaked as you squirt hard. Sukuna is yet to bring respite with his pace.

Sukuna lets out a guttural moan. Then, he slaps your ass once on one side and twice on the other. You call his name. You cry it out.

None of your words are heeded. Sukuna is in his own aphrodisiac world. You say his name again. But to him, it's beyond what he must've imagined tonight because here you two are; your body is shaping to his.

"Sukuna! I-Im close, fuck, fuck! Please! Please!"

Sukuna is panting roughly above you. He grips one of your thighs and raises it higher, granting him more access to your wet, abused, and sinful cunt.

His thrusts are nasty, but you're as nasty as he is as you continue to grind up and down to his dick. Both of you are too deep, too quick, taking each other apart inside and out as if all those pent-up chances of seeing you and the days that bleed over have been summed up in one whole fucking.

"That's it. There's my baby girl."

"Please, let me come, 'Kuna. Please."

"Come for 'Kuna, baby." He kisses you. "I'm here, sweetheart. I've got you."

A name is said. And then the other. Someone whispers something, yet neither is sure who starts and finishes the conversation.

Then you squeeze his cock, and he barely manages to pull out before he spills all over your back. Hot liquid painting you like you are a blank canvas in need of a color.

He gets up, grabs your towel, and wipes you clean. When both of you have regained your breath, he takes you to bed, lets his arms wrap around you, and presses you firmly against his chest.

Both of you are reeling from the events that unfolded.

He kisses your hair, your cheek, a little to the crook of your lips, then to the mark he gave you. And you do the same for him. Within the shared, comfortable space, you and Sukuna allow yourselves this moment — before the weight of your actions comes crashing down and drowning you both completely.

suguboobs

asking sukuna to put on a condom

contains: 18+ content, MDNI. fingering. multiple orgasms mentioned. super unserious content once again. pregnancy.

can be read as a part of fbtdoty or as a stand alone :p

today had proven to be an exhausting day.

from missing your morning bus and having to wait thirty minutes for the next one to arrive, to getting stuck in a malfunctioning elevator in nearly 100 degree weather on your way to your first class, to finally, having one of your coworkers spill a steaming cup of coffee over your white uniform shirt.

you’re still sticky with syrup when you step foot into your shared apartment, shoulders sagging with the weight of the day finally starting to sink in, feet aching with every agonizing step you take inside.

“you look rough,” sukuna comments from his spot in the kitchen, thick fingers working on slicing broccoli stalks off (perfectly, because although it pains you to admit, he’s meticulous when it comes to working in the kitchen) while the pan sizzles on the stove with soy sauce, honey, and the meat. it smells delicious already.

“i feel rough,” you retort dryly, plopping down at the kitchen table. it’s the first time today you’ve been allowed to simply… rest. sukuna seems natural as he moves around through your kitchen: cutting up carrot slices into equal sized parts, pouring in just the right amount of hoisin sauce to add a bit of sweetness. slowly, your eyes begin to flutter shut, head falling to rest on the table in front of you.

although he doesn’t say a word when he moves, you hear the faucet turning on, knobs creaking as they’re turned to a warmer temperature. sukuna appears two minutes later, smelling faintly of the expensive rose scented bath bombs you bought last time you went to the mall. “go bathe, dinner’s almost ready.”

dolcemisu

personal trainer!toji has a wandering eye

at first, you thought your mind was playing tricks on you. you felt his eyes on you from across the gym. though, every time you looked up, his focus was trained on whoever he was instructing. you’d always shake it off and continue your own routine. that is, until today.

you felt his eyes on you again, but you decided to ignore it first. you were almost done anyways. it wasn’t until you heard a loud clank that your head shot up and you saw him scrambling to pick up a dumbbell. except, this time, there wasn’t anyone he was spotting. it was late and no one else was in the room other than you two. he glanced up to see if you had reacted to his slip up and was met with you staring back at him.

he froze, finally caught in the act and you smirked. he was fine—he had raven hair with deep green eyes, muscles for days, and a scarred lips that were curved into a smirk. you had no idea what he was smirking about though, you had just caught him staring at you.

“your form is all wrong,” he called out from across the gym. you frowned and at him. he walked over and met you at the squat rack.

“may i?”

you nodded and he adjusted your hands on the bar. he demonstrated how to fix your leg position and you complied. you swallowed hard as he slotted his arms under your own.

“go ahead,” he murmured in your ear and your stomach twisted in knots. the two of you did a few reps. you were painfully aware of him right behind you that you were shaking. you prayed he didn’t notice the way you held your breath every time he touched you. electricity sparked each time his hands were on you. this stranger should have no effect on you, yet here you were.

each graze, each firm grip on your body, shot straight to your core. it was embarrassing really, how much of an effect he was having on you. you tried your best to ignore it and focus on his advice. he was right, it did help. you weren't straining yourself as much. it wasn't until he withdrew that you turned around to look at him—really look at him. he looked like temptation embodied, and you were ready to succumb, knowing damn well you'd probably regret in the morning.

you didn't care though. when he finally had you right where he wanted you, the only thing on your mind was him. your palms were flat against the mirror in front of you and he was shifting behind you, tugging his sweatpants off. your arched your back and groaned softly when he slipped inside. you slowly took his thick cock, inch by inch and screwing your eyes shut. the stretch caught you off guard. he was big, bigger than you were used to. he smirked at you through the mirror and chuckled at your facial expression. he grabbed your hips and set fast pace, gripping your hips firmly. you gasped as he bottomed out and pulled almost all the way out, before slamming back inside of you.

"you don't know how long—fuck—i've been dreaming about this," he whispered in your ear. you moaned as the head of his cock nudged your cervix. your gummy walls clenched around his length as he murmured into your ear.

"these past few weeks, watching you workout in your cute little sets. and the way you'd look at me..." he trailed off. the sound of skin on skin and his low groans were the only sounds that filled the room. he groaned when he glanced down at where your bodies connected. the ripples of your ass with each thrust only turned him on more. he grabbed your face and forced your chin up. "eyes open baby. want you to see how pretty you look taking me."

you opened your eyes and focused them on the mirror. your mouth was slightly agape and sweat glistening on your bodies. his grin only grew wider when your eyes met and he snapped his hips. you moaned softly and your thighs trembled at the sudden movement.

"shit," you moaned. you didn't even know his name. you wanted to scream it and let him know the the way he was bullying your poor cunt with his deep strokes felt incredible. you felt the pressure building up in your stomach and you closed your eyes, the pleasure blinding you. he grabbed your ponytail and tugged, forcing your head up.

"eyes, up," he demanded. you didn't dare close your eyes again. you kept them open, tears burning in your eyes, watching as your tits bounced in your sport bra each time his hips met yours. your walls fluttered at the sight. to think it took weeks of playing eye tag to finally make it here... it was so worth it.

"feels s'good," you whined. your orgasm was creeping up on you. the raven haired man reached his hand between you too and rubbed lazy circles on your clit. you shuddered and gasped. the broken cries spilling from your lips prompted toji's strokes to become sloppier.

"so fucking tight. cum for me. we've been both waiting so long—" he paused as you moaned loudly. your orgasms crashed over you. your legs shook, and he kept going, ramming into you as he chased his own high and rode you through yours. when you both got a chance to catch your breathes, you shot him a glance over your shoulder.

"how was my form?" you asked teasingly.

"beautiful. could use a little work though." he shrugged. "luckily, i'm here for that."

for that sweet nonnie ♡

dolcemisu

personal trainer!toji has a wandering eye

“your form is all wrong,” he called out from across the gym. you frowned and at him. he walked over and met you at the squat rack.

“may i?”

you nodded and he adjusted your hands on the bar. he demonstrated how to fix your leg position and you complied. you swallowed hard as he slotted his arms under your own.

"how was my form?" you asked teasingly.

"beautiful. could use a little work though." he shrugged. "luckily, i'm here for that."

for that sweet nonnie ♡

serenitymoth

Satoru doesn't fit inside you after a week !!

❝ ah, ouch ❞ you squirm underneath him, the pressure between your thighs building into pain as he slowly but not so pushes the tip in.

❝ fuck you're tight today, i've only been gone a week ❞ he settles, giving you some time to adjust before moving again. ❝ atleast I know you haven't been with someone else ❞ he teases, a quiet laugh escaping him.

You let go of a whine as he pushes in a little more, ❝ seriously Satoru, it's too big ❞

And him being him, he'd obviously take that as a compliment—though the last thing you needed was to feed his ego.

❝ it's not, ❞

❝ then why does it hurt so bad? ❞ you moan, nails digging into the flesh of his back.

He sighs, ❝ stop whining love, it fit you just right before I left ❞ he pushes in just slightly more and you cry out his name.

❝ you're sure you don't want to watch a movie or bake something instead? ❞ you plea, but he quickly shakes his head—❝ of course not, i've been waiting for this all week ❞

You arch your back, fingers tangling in his hair as he finally, finally, pushes all the way in, leaving a series of kisses to your forehead. ❝ you're doing so good baby, I told you it would fit ❞ he kisses you again, this time right beneath your collarbone, close to the faint marks he left the night before leaving about a week ago.

He continues to press kisses all over your body as he thrusts into your dripping wet pussy, making sure to praise you every single time you make a sound.

❝ fuck baby, I love you so much, especially that mouth of yours ❞

tays-writing

!nerdjo x reader

Your soft boyfriend finally learned how to talk dirty. A little too well, actually. ⤷ Part I

cw: NSFW. dirty talk, degradation kink, light bondage, soft-dom nerdjo, rough sex, light choking, established relationship, fluff at the end.

cr: mauvay

Weeks had passed since that night in his dorm.

You’d kept fucking. Often. Really often. You were just that insatiable for each other. Sometimes it stayed soft and sweet, the way Satoru naturally defaulted to. Other times, you gently pushed him further.

He practiced, and he improved a lot. The grip in your hair had gotten firmer, the thrusts had gotten less careful. But he still called you “baby” more than anything else. He still avoided the filthiest words. “Slut” had barely made another appearance since that first night, and at this point you were almost certain he quietly hated it, and that it would never become part of his brand-new, still-awkward pack of dirty talk.

Still, whatever form it took, sex with Satoru was always too fucking good.

And that was exactly why, after celebrating the results of your biggest project of the semester with your best friends, you found yourself heading straight to his apartment, already looking forward to dinner, his arms around you, and eventually crawling into bed with him.

You were still buzzing from the drinks at the bar when you finally made it back to his place.

“Toru? I’m already here,” you said as you opened the door and stepped inside, glancing around for him as you dropped your bag by the door and kicked off your heels.

Suddenly, warm arms slid around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against a familiar chest. His mouth brushed the side of your neck once, then again, slower.

You turned in his arms, surprised.

He kissed you like he’d been thinking about it all evening. No hesitation, no greeting first. Just his mouth on yours, deep and hungry, one hand sliding up into your hair while the other stayed locked around your waist. You made a small sound of surprise against his lips before melting into it, kissing him back just as hard.

When he finally pulled back, his blue eyes were already half-lidded behind his glasses.

“Hi, baby,” he said softly. “Missed you.”

Before you could answer, he was kissing you again, walking you backward toward the bedroom without breaking contact. Your back hit the doorframe for a second, then the door itself, and suddenly you were inside his room, the door kicking shut behind you.

You barely had time to process how different this felt—how forward he was being—before his hands were already under your top, sliding it up and over your head. He tossed it somewhere behind him. Your bra followed a moment later. He kept going, his mouth trailing down your throat while his fingers worked the zipper of your skirt.

The fabric pooled at your feet. You stepped out of it, and all that was left were your panties.

Satoru guided you onto the bed, gently pushing you onto your back. You went willingly, still a little stunned by this sudden shift in him. He reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a soft black ribbon. Then he took both your wrists, lifted them above your head, and tied them together with careful, practiced knots.

“Keep them there,” he said “Above your head. Don’t move them.”

You stared up at him and nodded, dazed.

What got into him?

He was still fully dressed — sweater, jeans, glasses perfectly in place — while you lay there in nothing but panties, wrists bound, chest rising and falling a little faster than normal. The contrast was so hot it made you squirm under his gaze.

Satoru exhaled slowly, almost like he was steadying himself. Then he reached up and carefully removed his glasses.

He held them by one arm for a second, turning them once in his fingers like he was deciding something. His blue eyes looked even brighter without the lenses, locked on you. There was still a faint flush high on his cheeks—the one that never quite disappeared when he got like this—but he didn’t stop. He leaned over you.

The cold metal of the glasses brushed your lower lip first. He dragged it across your mouth, then pressed a little firmer. You parted your lips in response, and he slid the arm of the glasses between them, just enough for you to feel the cool weight against your tongue. When he finally pulled them free, a thin string of spit connected the frame to your mouth for a second before it broke.

He didn’t wipe it off. Instead he dragged the wet frame down your chin, along the side of your throat, then across your collarbone. He moved lower, circling one breast, then the other, the thin arm gliding over soft skin until it found a nipple. He pressed there, rubbing the hard peak.

“Satoru—” you moaned, arching your back.

“Look at you,” he said, voice rough. “Already so fucking responsive. So easy for me. Smartest girl in your class, highest grade on the project… and here you are, tied up on my bed, getting wet because I’m using my glasses on you.”

He dragged them lower, over your ribs, across your stomach, stopping just above the waistband of your panties. You were already breathing harder. Your thighs shifted restlessly against the sheets.

Satoru’s free hand settled on your hip. His thumb stroked once, almost absently, before he caught himself and tightened his grip.

“Stay still,” he ordered, though the command still carried that soft edge he could never fully erase.

You bit your lip and stayed still, thanking whatever had gotten into your boyfriend tonight.

He kept going lower until the frame pressed right over the front of your panties. He rubbed slowly up and down. The pressure was light at first, then firmer.

You fought to keep your hands still. Your hips twitched anyway.

“Greedy,” he said, testing the word. “Look at how you’re moving. Can’t even keep still when I’m barely touching you. Such a needy little slut.”

You whimpered. He actually called you a slut.

You didn’t even get time to process it before he shifted the glasses, angling them so one thin arm slid under the waistband of your panties. The cool metal slipped lower, right against your bare pussy, nestled between your folds. You gasped at the sudden contact.

Satoru pushed a little further, letting the arm rest against your clit, then slowly moved it back and forth. It slid easily with how wet you were.

“Fuck—look at that,” he murmured, watching the metal disappear under the fabric. “You’re getting them all wet and messy. You’re such a fucking whore.” He rubbed faster. “I could tell you to do anything right now and you’d do it without even questioning it.”

“Yes—fuck, I’d do anything—”

Your wrists strained against the ribbon. Soft, broken sounds kept leaving your throat. You were already so close it was almost embarrassing.

Satoru noticed. He pulled the glasses free and set them carefully on the nightstand, like they were something precious. Then he hooked his fingers into the side of your panties and dragged them down, exposing you completely.

For a moment he just stared.

You watched his throat work as he swallowed. His cock was visibly hard in his jeans, straining against the zipper.

“You’ve been walking around all night with your friends,” he said, voice low and rough, “celebrating, looking perfect… and the whole time this cunt was waiting for me, wasn’t it? Waiting to get used.”

He finally unzipped his jeans and pushed them down just enough. His cock sprang free, impossibly hard and flushed. He climbed back over you, one hand bracing beside your head, the other wrapping loosely around your throat.

Your eyes widened.

“You ready for me?” he asked, voice rough. The soft edge was still there, buried under the filth, but it was fighting hard.

You nodded, almost frantic.

“Please—”

Satoru lined himself up and pushed in with one long, slow thrust that stole the air from both of you.

He bottomed out and stayed there for a second, breathing hard. His hand tightened just slightly around your throat.

“Fuck… look at you,” he muttered. “Taking every inch like the needy cockslut you are. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You were dying to have my big cock in your greedy cunt.”

He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, harder this time. The wet sound of it filled the room.

“Such a fucking whore for it.”

His hips set a steady, deep rhythm, each thrust punching the air out of your lungs. The hand on your throat stayed firm but controlled—thumb stroking once almost tenderly before he remembered himself and pressed a little harder.

“God, you’re so wet. Dripping all over my cock like a cumdump. Is this what the popular girl does when no one’s looking? Spreads her legs for the physics nerd and begs to get degraded?”

He angled his hips, hitting that spot that made your vision blur. Your mouth fell open on a broken sound.

“That’s it. Make those pretty noises for me. Let everyone in the building know what a desperate little whore you are. Taking cock this deep and still looking like you want more. Fucking insatiable.”

Inside his head, the soft, hopelessly in-love part of him was screaming. He just wanted to untie your wrists and pull you into his arms. He wanted to call you baby and press kisses to your forehead and tell you how proud he was of your project while you rode him and used him however you wanted.

But he’d practiced. He’d rehearsed every filthy thing and was determined to get them all out.

So he kept going.

“Pretty sure you’d love to keep this cunt stuffed full of my cock for the rest of your life,” he said, thrusting harder. “You’d love to keep your legs open, waiting for me to use it whenever I want. My personal little toy... That’s all you’re good for right now, isn’t it?”

Tears were already starting to gather at the corners of your eyes from how overwhelmed you felt.

“What do you think your classmates would say if they saw you like this? They’d know you’re the chemistry department’s secret whore. They’d know you’re just as good at taking your boyfriend’s cock as you are in the lab.”

He shifted the angle again, driving into you with short, deep strokes that made the bed creak. The hand on your throat tightened just enough to make your head spin in the best way.

“You’re squeezing me so hard. Greedy little hole can’t get enough. Bet if I pulled out right now you’d beg me to put it back in. You’d say anything, wouldn’t you? Call yourself a slut, a cumdump. You’re just that cockhungry”

You were past coherent words. Soft, wrecked whimpers and broken moans were all you could manage. Your wrists pulled uselessly at the ribbon—you were dying to free yourself and grab his hair.

“Satoru— please—”

Satoru leaned down closer, mouth brushing your ear, voice dropping into something darker and more strained.

“I’m going to fill this slutty little cunt up. You’re going to take every drop like the good fucking slut you are. And tomorrow you’re going to walk around campus with my cum still inside you, acting like the perfect student while your pussy remembers exactly who owns it.”

The combination of the words, the pressure on your throat, and the way he kept hitting that perfect spot finally broke you.

“Oh my god—Satoru—Shit!”

You came hard, tears spilling over, a long broken sob tearing out of your throat as your body clenched around him. Satoru followed right after, burying himself as deep as he could and spilling inside you with a low, wrecked sound that was pure him underneath all the filth.

He stayed there for a few long seconds, breathing hard against your neck, hand still loosely around your throat. Then, carefully, he loosened his grip completely and reached up to untie your wrists. His fingers were trembling slightly.

Once your hands were free he brought them down gently, pressing soft kisses to the faint marks the ribbon had left, like he couldn’t help himself.

He stayed inside you a moment longer, forehead resting against yours, eyes soft and a little dazed. Those big blue puppy eyes were already back in all their glory. Then he finally spoke, voice quiet and warm, the filthy edge completely gone.

“Congratulations on your success, baby. I’m so proud of you” He kissed you gently. “I wanted to give you something special tonight. I hope I did better this time.”

You just stared at him for a second, still trying to catch your breath.

Better?

Your brain felt completely scrambled. You had never come that hard in your entire life. You weren’t even sure what the fuck had just happened.

“…Toru,” you finally managed, voice rough.

“Mhm?”

“Next time you’re going to smack my ass till I can’t think straight while you say all of that again.” You paused, then added, completely serious, “Fuck it. You should slap me too.”

Satoru’s eyes went wide. His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. Then he let out a long, defeated sigh and rubbed his eyes with one hand.

“Baby... I’m starting to think you enjoy watching me malfunction.”

Yeah, you do.

I love this man so much..

Reblogs are always appreciated :)

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hughjass

Proximity

King!Gojo x Fem!reader

18+ SMUT!

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No ai was used. No use of y/n

Fanart link -> X

Synopsis: The strongest of kings in all the lands, Gojo Satoru. A newly crowned King. In need of a Queen of course. He’s set his eyes on a particular princess of a faraway land. You… And you’re ovulating. He’s been waiting so long for this night, your wedding night. Needing to be close to his wife. Now he’s got you, he’ll take you how he wants.

I really hope you enjoy! (Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes).

-> on ao3 too!

Moodboard here! (Ignore this if you want)

Wc: 7.9k

Cw: Historically INACCURATE (I tried my best). Royal au. Wedding night. Yearner!Gojo. Pubic hairs (cz we love that shit). Virgin!reader. Princess!reader. Quiet!reader. Proposal. Geto sneak - Duke!Geto. P with Plot. Soft dom!Gojo. Kissing. Make outs. Talking you through it. Dacryphilia. You’ve got a deep dish… again. Body worship. Pussy eating. While you’re standing. Spitting. Biting. Pussy whipped!Gojo. Multiple orgasms. Squirting. Mating press. Bulges. Missionary. Thumb sucking. Size difference. Whiny!Gojo. Fat dick!Gojo. Dumbification. Overstimulation. Gojo is in love with you. Fluffy. Graphic descriptions of sex. Intimacy. Mild historical sexism.

A/n: I was listening to ‘everytime’ by Ethel cain and ‘dark eyed sailor’… so yeah. It’s what inspired me.

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riceviola

Oops! Wrong person

Benjamin Pointdexter x fem! reader Synopsis: You accidentally text your boyfriend the wrong image and follow up with 'wrong person'. He's spiraling thinking you're going to leave him (Inspired by the wrong person trend on TikTok) Warnings: Dry humping, possessive/clingy man, pathetic dex *lmk if I missed anything! Not proof read!

You were exhausted, eyes lidded with sleep you were drifting off

Two soft buzzes interrupted your short ‘nap’

Dex: Hey gorgeous, what's the movie you wanted to watch called?

The loml: Hi babes, did you take a pic of the set you bought yesterday? I need to envision how it’ll look on me

A simple enough task not really paying attention you sent the photo to your friend and the movie name to Dex… or so you thought

Your phone buzzed again

Dex: You look absolutely gorgeous, but I still need the movie name

The loml: What does princess diaries have to do with Victoria secret?

You needed to fix your mistake immediately

[Name]: Sorry that was meant for a friend lol. The movie is princess diaries, I’ll see you after my nap!

[Name]: Iol I messed up. The set is cute but the lace is cutting into me a bit [Insert photo]. It would look so cute on you though!

Not thinking too much of it, you laughed at your mistake. It was routine at this point. You bought a new set from VS, if it fit right your friend was going to buy it too. Yawning with a slight stretch you put your phone on silent and took that much needed nap.

‘Sorry that was meant for a friend lol.’ Dex was speechless, he read your text over and over like he would find some hidden clue insinuating it was some lame boyfriend prank, but there was nothing. He could forgive you for texting others; his bad luck with women made him used to it, but you, you were his whole heart. You weren’t easily influenced by the weak charms of men, you were different. He would find this man that tried to cause a rift in his relationship and dispose of him like any good boyfriend would.

You were lying on the floor scrolling with no real agenda. The attempt at a nap was failed by excessive honking, arguing neighbors, and barking dogs. You were over it, only takeout and your boyfriend could fix it.

[Name]: The neighborhood was against me, I couldn’t nap in peace. Do you want to come over now?

Dex: Yeah sure

[Name]: Okay! See you soon <3

Dex was conflicted. He was happy you wanted to see him but his mind couldn’t erase the earlier events.

‘Does she not want me anymore? Am I too much to handle?’

He was spiraling, hastily grabbing his keys and slamming the front door shut he affirmed his settled resolve.

‘I’ll just have to get rid of him for her to keep me’

He didn’t bother to knock. He entered your apartment hyperfocused for anything amiss. Footsteps heavy as he made his way to the living room. Dex found you on the floor too engrossed in your phone to notice his entrance. Your chest was pressed against the hardwood, hair beautifully disheveled. He couldn’t imagine another guy having you, another man couldn’t handle you and will not, ever.

He made his way towards you slowly, intentional, his head was full of doubts he was moving on his own until you yelped. Dex had made his way on top of you. Pelvis against your lower back as he breathed into your ear. He was caging you against the floor and he was so, so heavy.

“Sooo are you going to move anytime soon?” you rasped beneath him.

“I don’t think I will baby,” he smirked against your cheek. Dex was usually clingy but now it was different. Today he was confident in touching you like he found a new purpose.

You continued your scrolling, not paying anymore attention to the man practically crushing you. Dex couldn’t handle it. In moments like this he needs you to pay him half the attention he gives to you. Every hour apart Dex wished he could give you his heart for safekeeping next to yours. Nearly suffocating you above wasn’t enough. He needs more than more, he needs to consume you wholly so all your focus can be on him. No other men would even be considered in the life you two would build together.

You heard the shift immediately. Dex’s breathing quickened in your ear, soft moans escaping his lips. Then you felt it, the slow drag of his hips against your back, his thick jeans limiting the friction against you. He needed more

Still you remained unmoving, you were teasing him. Continuing to scroll as he rutted against your back as if he was in heat. He hated it. He needed you to look at him. He needs you to see first hand the effect you have on him.

“Baby- damn it,” he whimpered. His chase for pleasure cut his own words short as he pressed you further against the floor. Your shirt was pushed up to your chest now, the movement of his jeans pressed against your back was slightly uncomfortable but the sound of him in your ear was worth it. Dex was never quiet during sex but you could tell he was close the louder he got. Loud whimpers leaving him as he bit down as gently as possible on your ear. He was close, he wanted to see you as he came, but there was no resilience left in him to stop moving and flip you over, so he chose the next best option.

He shifted down to the curve of your ass, undoing his belt and lowering his jeans just enough to where you felt his bulge against you through his boxers, unrestricted. Dex was getting louder, the feeling of you beneath him was mindnumbing. He didn’t care if your neighbors heard or what the old woman a floor below thought of him afterwards. All that mattered was you, how good you made him feel, how you changed his life for the better.

His hands made their way to your chest, cupping each breast harder with every thrust. You moaned, phone face down against the floor, your own wetness seeping into your underwear. He needs to hurry so you can feel him completely.

You felt his hips tremble against you, precum through his boxers wet your shorts as he took what he wanted

“I’m gonna- baby,” he sniffled. Dex was crying at this point. Tears soaked your shirt collar. Being this close to you was unbelievable every time, he cherished each moment so deeply it made him emotional. With one final grind against your ass he came, hard. Squeezing your chest harder than before as he chased through his orgasm. His moans were dying down only heavy huffs from the two of you filled the atmosphere

“I’ll hurt any man that tries to steal you from me,” he whispered into your ear. Still on top of you unmoving.

“What man are you talking abo-,” your words were cut off by him turning you over, facing him.

“I’m gonna put it in now, if that’s okay”

A soft buzz from your phone filled the space instead

The loml: I caved and bought the set! Looks like we’ll be matching

I was a but hasty when I wrote this, maybe I'll go back and revisit some things when I have time. That aside I hope you enjoyed reading! I'm trying to work on making dialogue and texts more immersive & realistic. I'm definitely the type to give my friends a cutesy nickname and have my mans full government as a contact name lol

kiisc0ld

" they say moles are where your lover used to kiss you in your past life "— and sukuna has been yours in every lifetime

you stared into the mirror of your bathroom, eyes glossy. your fingers kept tracing the moles decorating your skin. there were so many—right eyelid, corner of your left eye, your left cheek, the juncture of your neck and shoulder....

life hadn't been good to you in a long time. your mornings were spent attending classes and evenings serving tables.

money was tight. and you were struggling to make ends meet. and sometimes this lack of oxygen made your head spin and your lungs burn.

you rubbed your eyes aggressively, trying to wipe away the moisture. but the stubborn tears just kept coming. and as they dried, they formed a path along your moles like a map.

you couldn't help it. you shakily grabbed your phone and dialed the one number that never failed you.

he picked up on the third ring. you blabbered somewhat terrible, you didn't even know what to say—weren't very aware of what you were saying either.

but he understood anyway.

wasn't very long before he was knocking on your door. collecting the broken pieces of you in his arms. throughout it all he didn't say a word.

sukuna wasn't a man of many words. your friends had pestered you about his indifference. his stoic silence.

but they didn't ever see him when he carried you back to your bed, wiped your tears , and kissed the little moles on your body one at a time.

there weren't many words that could change your situation or make life any easier for you.

but him being present like a pillar to your side, someone you could lean on—those were things no grand gestures could ever replace.

no he didn't take you to fancy michelin star restaurants. instead he took on shifts at your part time workplaces when you were too tired to go, so that you didn't miss a paycheck.

no he didn't buy you roses and write you love letters. but he made sure you were fed and warm every day. walked you home when your shifts ran too late into the night .

no he didn't show much affection in public, didn't kiss you obnoxiously or picked you up and twirled you around before your friends. but he picked you up when no one else did. when you were too tired and beaten down by life.

and as he kissed your eyelids with so much gentleness in the silence of your room that all your worries melted away.

as he kissed the moles on your body as if tracing a constellation. a constellation that perhaps only he could see. and only he could ever show such love to without saying a word.

so as you lay in your bed in your quiet dark room with your arms wound around his neck, you realised he had been yours in every lifetime. had kissed your wounds the same way in every life time too.

and perhaps everything will be okay.

pillsatoru

piercing satoru's ears leads to him eating you out

"Are you positive that you're qualified for this?"

Gojo was gripping onto the edges of his seat — Adam's apple bobbing with every nervous gulp he took — all while you pulled out the earrings you had purchased for him earlier at the mall from your purse.

He has been begging you to pierce his ears for the past month. Always whining about how good he thought he'd look with them, how we wanted to be matching with you in some way.

And every time you would have to turn him down out of fear of being hated on by his parents more than they already did. They believed you were a "bad influence" on him for being alternative. You expressed your beliefs with your voice and through your style, something that immediately caught Gojo's interest.

"It's better than to spend $90 elsewhere." You shrugged, pulling on gloves to safely proceed.

"Not too much on Claire's." He leaned into your touch when you reached over to clean his lobes. "They were pulling through with those cat ear headbands."

"Okay and they're the reason my triple helix got infected. And also, those headbands would give me headaches." You said, all too focused with the task at hand.

You were way too close in this position, standing in between his open legs with his breath hitting you directly on your exposed chest, making you shiver. You tried your best to ignore it, but you could tell your buds were hardening under your bra.

It didn't help with the way he chuckled, voice being all of a sudden attractive . You had to remind yourself that this was your best friend, nothing more. And he had to remind himself that it was inherently wrong to keep looking at your chest.

But he couldn't help it when it was right there.

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much will this hurt?" He asked, eyes averting to your face then back down to your cleavage. Have you always worn shirts like these? Fuck, you looked gorgeous with that necklace on.

"Considering I'm piercing you with just the earring and vodka, I'd say a solid 8."

"Don't even joke lad. Bro, tell me you're just joking."

"Don't move." You warned, marking the middle of his lobe where you would be piercing into.

"My mom's going to kill me." He closed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the needle to go through.

You grabbed the earring, putting it directly on the marking point. You've done this countless times on yourself, like your nose piercing. With the help of a friend back in grade school, you popped that bad boy right through in the middle of passing period in the bathroom. "Okay, brace yourself."

Gojo let out a pathetic whine, wincing when a sharp pain erupted in his ear. His hands moved their grip onto your hips, bruising you up through your pants.

"Ouch fuck!"

"Don't move Satoru!"

"God, I'm trying not to!"

ohfreshlinen

── GLOSSED OVER

gojō realizes he actually likes your vanilla-flavored lip gloss after you decide to stop wearing it for his sake.

Satoru never understands why you apply your lip gloss too thickly. It's annoying, especially when you give him a peck on the lips or his cheek or have a full-blown make-out session with him.

Your lips leave a sticky residue, and although he wipes it off with the back of his hand, for some reason it feels much worse than anywhere else.

He isn't fond of it, and probably won't ever be, even if you insist it's vanilla-flavored.

The first time you notice he might not be keen on your new lip product is when he makes faces when you pull it out from your bag and apply it. You've known he isn't the type to hide his feelings, so you do your best to apply the product less often ever since that day.

The next few times you pull it out, his feelings about it become more apparent.

"Does lip gloss actually help?" He asks, disgruntled.

"I think so?" You smack your lips to apply the gloss evenly. "Do you not like it?"

"Nah," he pushes his sunglasses higher, "not really, babe."

"Ah, okay. Maybe we can stop by a store to get lip balms for me instead?"

When, at last, you listen to his complaints and constant grumbles, and finally toss that wretched thing away, Satoru is ecstatic. Finally, he won't have to feel that sticky sheen on his body anymore; no more wiping it off clean, too, since he honestly feels bad every time he does.

But after a while, Satoru discovers something he didn't think he'd ever feel: he actually misses that stupid thing on your lips.

Every time you lean in, he misses the shimmer that used to spread across your lips because now they look delicately naked. He misses the way you would've puckered before you gave in to his whims.

That little trait of yours he thought was a nuisance, but truly he's learned to love it anyway.

Satoru learns he misses being subtly marked by you, because even if he wipes it with his hand, there's still a faint trace of your love for him. There's still something he can carry, in a rather poetic way, whenever he goes out on missions all by himself.

It used to drive him mad, yet somehow, that feeling remains for a completely different reason.

He learns, selfishly, as he browses through every online store in the middle of the night, that he's looking specifically for that vanilla-flavored tube you have. None of the other flavors matter; they won't taste the same.

"It's gotta be that brand," he mumbles quietly, quickly looking over his shoulder when he feels you turn to the other side of the bed, afraid of being caught.

So imagine your surprise when, the next morning, he tells you to dress up and be ready in fifteen minutes because he can't take it anymore.

Whatever anymore means to your muddled brain.

And when you haven't moved yet, not understanding his sense of urgency, he tersely lifts your chin with two of his fingers, gives you a light kiss, and says, "I'm buying you a lifetime supply of that lip gloss. So get your cute butt out of bed and hurry up, baby. We're going shopping today."

so-much-for-the-seashells

Sleepy Girl (nsfw 🎀)

Clark Kent secretly loves when you stay up late for him, even when he (gently) tells you not to.

It’s always “Oh baby, I just really missed you, and it’s a Friday night, so it doesn’t really matter—.”

Or “Well, I just wanted to see you, and I really like this book—.”

Or something else along those lines. And even though you’re already up, he’ll always chastise you. “Cmon now baby, you need your eight hours. We’ve talked about this.”

Naturally, it never deters you.

sunarintaho

your boyfriend, gojo satoru, finds you having a wet dream.

warnings/tags: mdni, f!reader, cursing, dating, consensual, sexual themes, suggestive, dirty talk, pet names, smutttt, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it hoe), sleep sex, creampie.

a/n: i had the biggest writers block of my life and died. but im back and was in the mood to whip smth for my tumblr ho's. I post everyday on tiktok so check me out if you haven't. i write a lot more on there and there’s a good variety. anyway, short little fic for you all. mwa !

after long ridiculous hours at work, you basically pass out the second you get home around six in the morning. laying on the sofa with your phone playing a video on loop.

"baby!" gojo opens the door, holding his arms out wide, waiting for you to greet him like you always did when he was away.

he looked to his left and saw your shoes on the rack, so you had to be home.

"babyyy?" he calls out, hearing a small noise come from the living room.

he walks over and sees you phone slipping from your hand.

"oh my." he whispers, turning it off and placing it on the coffee table. "my poor overworked girl." he clicks his tongue.

he notices your thighs rubbing together, small tiny whines escaping your lips.

“oh?” he smirks, kneeling down until he’s at eye level. “you dreamin something dirty?” he laughs, hands grazing your ass.

“mmngh- satoru…” you murmur.

the tent in his pants becomes even more obvious—cock straining against the fabric.

“how sweet.” he gnaws at his bottom lip.

he gets on top on you, putting his hands on either side of you. “pretty little thing.” he lifts your shirt up, revealing your perky tits.

he cups your puffy tits, thumb circling your nipple.

“wake up, baby.” he whispers, hot breath on your neck.

you whimper, turning your head to the side.

he trails down your body, lips wrapping around your bud—sweetly sucking.

his hand travels down your shorts, feeling the wet spot on your panties. “c’mon.” his jaw tightens, cheeks hollowing as he sucks harder. “wake up, baby girl.” he whines.

your hips jerk up, “ngh…”

“you tease me even in your sleep.” he groans, pulling your shorts down. “look at that pretty pussy.” he cooes, pushing your panties to the side.

he unbuttons his pants, taking everything off and throwing it somewhere on the floor. cock springing out and bouncing off his abs.

he slaps his hard cock against your wet cunt, “shit-“ he hisses.

he aligns the tip to your entrance, slowly penetrating your slit.

your hole gapes, swallowing his thick cock and tightening around his base.

“such a good girl.” he grunts, snapping his hips against yours—rough, hard, and desperate.

“wake up.” he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing with just enough pressure to make your squirm. “i want to fucking hear you.”

your eyelids twitch, eyes slowly opening while he fucks you like a whore.

he pounds into you even harder, cock kissing your cervix. “y/n.” he moans. “look at me.” he grabs your face, gaze meeting yours.

you blink, “satoru-“ you yelp, feeling your pussy stretched around him.

“good morning.” he laughs, pupils blown wide as he continues to thrust into you.

“oh my god-“ your back arches off the sofa, eyes rolling back.

“no- no. look at me, baby.” he bites the inside of his cheeks, hand tightening around your face as he forces you to look at him.

your hole flutters around him, “h-harder.” you stammer.

hearing that, gojo pumps his cock into you—abusing your small pussy.

your hole clenches around him, pulsating as hot cum spills out of your cunt.

“fuck.” he groans, cock sinking inside you with a brutal thrust, hot ropes flooding your pussy.

“were you dreamin of me?” he tilts his head, pressing kisses all over your face.

“yeah.” you let out a breathless laugh, “you’re an incubus in my dreams.”

“really?” he raises his brows, “who fucks you better?”

“hm.” you hum, fingers brushing through his white hair. “i need to do a few more test runs…to get a fair answer.”

“oh yeah?” he flips you over on your stomach, “arch your back, sweetheart. we’ll be here all day until you only know my name.”

tays-writing

!nerdjo x reader

cw: NSFW. pet play, catboy!nerdjo, light sub/dom, pussy eating, doggy style, creampie, light breeding kink?, pet names (kitty), soft/playful degradation, established relationship.

♡ this is an extra one-shot from the camboy!nerdjo series, but it can be read as a standalone perfectly! ♡

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when you came back from hanging out with Shoko and found him already waiting for you.

Satoru was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands resting neatly on his thighs. Soft white cat ears sat perfectly on his messy white hair. Around his neck rested a thin plum collar, the small silver bell hanging just below the hollow of his throat, next to the little paw-shaped tag that read “Satoru.” He was already hard in his white boxers, the outline obvious, but he kept his eyes lowered until you stepped closer.

The bell gave a single soft chime when he looked up at you, a pretty flush already spreading across his cheeks.

“Look at you,” you murmured, voice warm. “All dressed up for me.”

You reached out and cupped his face with both hands, thumbs stroking his cheekbones. He leaned into the touch immediately, eyes fluttering half-shut. You tilted his head slightly to the side so the bell shifted and rang once, clear and delicate. Then you tilted it the other way, making it ring again.

“You put everything on by yourself,” you said softly, fingers trailing down the side of his neck until they brushed the collar. You stroked the leather with your fingertips, then rested two fingers against the bell and gave it the lightest push so it chimed again.

“Such a good kitty.”

Satoru made a small, embarrassed sound in the back of his throat. His cock twitched visibly in his boxers.

You smiled and leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to his jaw, then one right over the pulse point just above his collarbone. The bell rang softly every time he shivered.

“You’ve been thinking about this since I suggested it, haven’t you?” you whispered against his skin. “Putting the ears on. Fastening the collar… waiting for me to come find you like this.”

He nodded, barely able to speak.

You pulled back just enough to look at him properly. Your hands slid down his bare chest, slow and deliberate, until they reached the waistband of his boxers. You didn’t pull them down yet. Instead you cupped him through the fabric, feeling how hard and warm he already was, and gave him a single, lazy squeeze.

Satoru’s hips jerked forward with a quiet gasp. The bell rang.

“So eager already,” you teased, still stroking him through the cloth. “And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

You stepped back and slowly undressed until you were completely naked. Satoru’s hands tightened on the duvet, clearly fighting to stay still and be good.

You cupped your breasts in front of him, watching his breathing grow heavier.

“Please,” he finally whispered.

“Please what, kitty?”

Satoru’s face went painfully red. He looked away for a second, ears burning.

You stepped closer, caught his chin, and turned him back toward you. “Use your words. Or…” Your smile turned playful. “Maybe you should try something else.”

He stared at you, mortified and getting harder by the second.

You raised an eyebrow, still gently rolling the bell between your fingers so it kept chiming.

“…Meow?” he tried, so quietly it was almost inaudible.

You bit your lip to keep from smiling.

“You can touch me, Toru.”

Satoru didn’t hesitate as much this time. His fingers brushed first against the soft skin of your inner thigh. Then he moved higher, and when his fingertips finally found you, already dripping, a soft, pleased sound left his throat.

You exhaled sharply at the contact, hips shifting forward just a little into his touch.

He watched your face carefully as he pressed two fingers against your folds, sliding them slowly through the slickness.

Then he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean without a hint of shame. His tongue dragged slowly between them, thorough and filthy, eyes half-lidded as he tasted you. A low, quiet hum vibrated in his chest while he licked every trace.

Your hand tightened in his hair, fingers curling against the soft strands as you watched him thoroughly clean his fingers like he couldn’t get enough.

“Still hungry, kitty?” you asked, voice low. “Do you want more?”

He nodded quickly, then seemed to remember he was supposed to use his words.

“Please,” he breathed. “Please, I want more… I want to taste you properly.” His voice was rough, almost desperate, the soft white ears still sitting so sweetly on his head while he begged.

You smiled and gave him a gentle push against the chest. He let himself fall back onto the bed without resistance, the bell chiming softly with the movement.

You climbed up his body until your knees framed his head, hovering just above his face. Satoru’s hands slid under your thighs, holding you open, but you didn’t lower yourself yet. His tongue already darted out, stretching desperately toward you, giving short, frantic little licks into the air.

“Please, baby” he breathed against your skin, voice rough and needy. “Let me taste you… fuck— just a little lower baby, please."

You bit down on your lower lip, watching him strain for you.

“So desperate you’re begging for it with your tongue out,” your voice came out rough. “Such a filthy little kitty.”

He only answered with another desperate stretch of his tongue, almost reaching you this time, eyes dark and pleading. His fingers dug into your thighs, trying to pull you closer.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You finally sank down onto his mouth.

The first drag of his tongue made your breath catch. He licked you like he’d been starving for it—long, wet strokes from entrance to clit, then focused suction that made your hips roll. The little bell rang every time he moved his head. You reached down and stroked the ears while he ate you out, murmuring praise between soft moans.

“That’s it… good kitty. Just like that—Fuck—You’re so good with your mouth.”

He whimpered against you and licked deeper, tongue pushing inside before returning to your clit with messy, eager strokes. You rode his face slowly, grinding down against his mouth, but just before the pleasure could tip over, you lifted yourself off his shiny lips. A thin string of saliva and your slick briefly connected his mouth to you before it broke.

Satoru looked up at you with glassy, dazed eyes, chest rising and falling hard. His lips were wet and slightly swollen. He looked wrecked and confused, like he couldn’t understand why you’d stopped.

You moved down his body just enough to kiss him, slow and deep, tasting yourself on his tongue. He made a soft, needy sound into your mouth. When you pulled back, you brushed your thumb over his bottom lip.

“Get up, Toru.”

He obeyed without question, sitting up and then standing beside the bed.

You crawled forward on your hands and knees until you were near the edge of the mattress, arching your back just enough to present yourself. Then you looked at him over your shoulder.

“I want my pathetic pet to fuck me,” you said, voice sweet “Is that what you are, aren’t you, Toru?”

Satoru’s breath hitched. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you on all fours, looking back at him over your shoulder.

“Fuck… yes,” he whimpered. “I am. I’m a pathetic little pet.”

He pushed his boxers down and positioned himself behind you, one hand gripping your hip while the other guided himself between your legs. The head of his cock dragged through your soaked folds, smearing precum and your own wetness.

“Then fuck me like one,” you said. “Come on, Toru. Fuck your owner like the desperate little pet you are.”

He finally pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Both of you exhaled at the same time. You clenched around him, the familiar stretch making your breath catch. No matter how many times he’d been inside you, he was still fucking huge.

“Shit—” he whimpered, forehead dropping between your shoulder blades.

You pushed back against him, moaning.

“That’s it. Stuffing your owner so full already.” You clenched around him on purpose and felt him twitch. “Now fuck me properly. Breed me like the pathetic kitty in heat you are.”

Satoru let out a wrecked sound and started moving, hips snapping forward in deep, eager thrusts.

“Harder,” you ordered, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Come on, Satoru… fill me up. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To pump me full until it’s dripping out of me.”

He moaned loudly, nodding against your skin, fucking you harder, the little silver bell chiming constantly with how roughly he was moving.

“That’s my good pet,” you moaned, dropping to your elbows so he could go even deeper. “Look at you… fucking me with your little ears on and your collar ringing. You sound so pretty.”

Satoru’s rhythm faltered for a second. A broken, needy sound left his throat.

“I love you,” he gasped, almost like he couldn’t help saying it. “I love you so much—”

“I love you too, baby,” you answered immediately, pushing back to meet his next thrust.

He kept going, hips snapping forward harder now, the wet sound of skin meeting skin loud in the room. One of his hands slid around your hip and found your clit, rubbing it in fast, perfect circles while he fucked you deep.

Your whole body jolted. A broken, high-pitched sound tore out of your throat as your arms almost gave out.

“F-fuck— Satoru—!” you choked, hips jerking uncontrollably against his fingers.

The pleasure hit too sharp, too fast. You couldn’t hold it. Within seconds you were coming hard, thighs shaking, cunt clenching tight around him in strong, pulsing waves as a messy cry left your mouth.

His thrusts turned desperate. A high, wrecked moan tore out of him as he came hard, burying himself as deep as he could go, cock pulsing inside you.

Satoru stayed buried inside you, chest pressed to your back, pressing soft, trembling kisses along your spine while his hands stroked gently over your hips. He waited until your breathing started to even out before he slowly pulled out.

You clenched once around nothing, then deliberately relaxed, letting him watch as his cum slowly started to drip out of you.

Satoru made a low, stunned sound.

“…Oh my god.”

You smiled, still a little breathless, clearly pleased with how well your provocation had worked. Slowly, you turned onto your back. Satoru followed immediately, settling over you, careful not to crush you with his weight.

You reached up, hooked two fingers under the thin plum collar, and pulled him down into a kiss. The little silver bell chimed softly as he leaned in. The kiss was slower this time, full of the leftover intensity from what you’d just done. You arched up into him, then slid your arms around his back, palms stroking slowly over the warm skin there while he melted against you.

When he finally pulled back, his cheeks were still flushed.

“…Did you like it?” he asked quietly, almost shy again now that the heat had settled.

You reached up and gently touched one of the soft white ears, stroking it between your fingers with a small smile.

“I loved it,” you murmured. “I told you you’d look even cuter than usual.” You paused, eyes gleaming with mischief. “We should engrave my number on the little tag next time… and take you out for a walk.”

Satoru’s face went bright red. He let out a flustered little sound and dropped his forehead against yours.

“…You’re mean.” he whispered.

You just grinned.

“And you’re still wearing the ears, kitty.”

He pouted, and then, with the dignity of a man who had absolutely none left, he carefully reached up and removed the ears, placing them on the nightstand like they were a dangerous piece of evidence.

But the collar around his neck jingled softly when he moved, and you burst out laughing.

Satoru groaned and pulled the sheets over both of your heads, hiding from your teasing—and apparently from the fact that he had willingly worn the collar in the first place.

SURPRISE!!!!!!! I love him so so much. Not that this is news to anyone by now. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!!

Reblogs are so appreciated! ♡

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