Synopsis: You made the mistake of telling your boyfriend that you’re leaving him… Yeah, he’s not gonna let you go. He guesses he’ll just have to fuck that silly little idea of yours right out of your skull.
Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Choso Kamo, Suguru Geto.
Content Warnings: toxic behavior, manipulation, baby trapping, mentions of pregnancy, choking, fingering, oral (f rec), spanking, p spanking, p talking, vaginal sex, squirting, stockholm syndrome (if you squint), misogyny (if you squint), non-curse au for choso and sukuna, gojo's powers, swearing, mentions of drugs.
A/N: i got a little bit carried away and can't tell if everyone's parts are equal or not, sorry!
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You had moved in with Toji shortly after your first hookup due to…financial reasons—the both of you needing a roommate to afford the steep rent prices of Tokyo. It didn’t take long after moving in for the two of you to fall into a domestic routine, making each other breakfast, cuddling on the couch, sleeping in the same bed. All though, something always irked you…
You had no idea what he did for work.
He always told you that he just picked up odd jobs that paid well. You accepted that explanation for a while until he came home covered head to toe in blood.
He must have assumed you’d be asleep, making it safe for him to clean up at home without you finding out—but he was sorely mistaken. You had waited for him to come home that night, nursing a cup of tea on the couch when he opened the door.
“Hey ‘ji-“ you trail off when he freezes in the dim lit entryway. “Wha- oh my god- what happened?” you put your tea down and run over to him, grabbing his jaw and turning his head side to side assessing for injuries. You find none.
“What did you do, Toji?” your voice comes out a meek whisper, slowly backing away from him. He’s still silent, just looking at you with a blank expression. You turn on your heel and rush to your shared bedroom, grabbing some essentials to throw in a duffel. You don’t want to be involved in whatever this is.
You don’t hear Toji enter the room, watching silently as you pack your bag—his entire body blocking the door frame when you turn around.
“The fuck are you doing?” his gruff voice makes you shriek in surprise.
“What does it look like? Until you give me a worthy enough explanation as to why you’re covered in some else’s blood, I’m leaving-“ you’re fuming when all he gives as a response is a mocking huff of amusement.
“We both know that you have nowhere else to go, doll.” he’s still blocking the doorway, no matter how hard you try you could never be able to move his monstrous form of solid muscle—-and he knows it.
“Stop being silly and just go to bed, we’ll talk in the morning if you’re still upset.” he says it like it’s final, and that pisses you off to no end.
“Move. I’m leaving.” you try pushing his chest, he doesn’t budge.
“Nah. You’re not.” he grabs you and turns you around, caging you against him with your back flush to his chest. You inhale sharply when his hands splay across your stomach—thumbs playing with the waistband of your pajama pants.
“Wha- what are you doing, Toji-“ your breaths get heavier, squirming a little when one his hands dip into your pants, the other moving up to cup one of your tits.
“Reminding you exactly why you need me, doll.” his voice sounding like straight sin—he nips at your earlobe before giving the side of your neck a searing lick. You can’t control the whine that escapes you when the pads of his fingers rub your panty clad clit—it was like you watched your self respect fly away from you in real time.
“I w-wanna go- Toji, p-please-“ your pathetic attempt at an objection dies in your throat once he pulls your panties to the side and sinks one of his thick digits inside your sweltering pussy.
“Oh? But she doesn’t want to leave me-“ your face turns red once you realize he’s talking about your cunt—who is currently betraying you. “This pussy is sucking me in, drooling around my fingers, just begging me to stay.”
“Wait- fuck!” you yelp when Toji pulls your pants and soaked underwear down, bending you over the bed in one fell swoop. He lands a spank to your drooling pussy lips making you let out a sharp cry—hips pushing back into his hand despite your better judgement, chasing the pleasure he gives that your body knows so well.
Toji runs his fingers up and down your soddened pussy before pinching your clit, making you shudder. He pulls his pants down just enough to free his aching cock and lines it up to your empty hole.
“Just relaxxx for me, doll-“ he pushes past the first ring of muscle with a shallow thrust making you whine and clamp down on him. “I’ll fuck that silly idea of yours out of you, yeah?” he’s leaning down on top of you now, keeping your upper body pinned to the bed.
“Mfmm- fuck! S’too much-“ he’s buried to the hilt now, slow, harsh grinds directly to your g-spot has you seeing white. One of his hands grabs both of yours, pinning them above your head.
“That’s righttt- see? You’re already forgetting how upset you were-“ his pace picks up, free hand sneaking down to rub your clit in tight circles. “Keep your mind on my cock, yeah? Think you can do that for me?” the sound of hips slapping and your increasingly high pitched moans make it hard for you to hear him.
“Mhmm, I c-can, I can-“ your voice is muffled by the bed sheets you’re being oh so meanly, pressed into. You feel your orgasm tighten in your tummy while you endure the harsh thrusts inside of you and the pressure on your clit.
“Cum for me, doll- ngh- can feel you squeezing me.” You shake and jerk underneath him as your orgasm hits you, chanting his name like a prayer.
Even after your high subsides, Toji keeps fucking you until he’s certain you’re too cock drunk to even consider threatening to leaving him.
You had been dating Satoru for roughly 4 months at this point, he’s a super sweet, attentive, and caring boyfriend—but sometimes he scares you with how fast he wants to move the relationship.
It only took two dates for him to ask you to be his girlfriend, and one month after that he was already asking you to move in with him. Now that you’ve been living with him for three months, you had happened to stumble upon an engagement ring hiding in the back of his nightstand drawer.
It was beautiful, a huge diamond surrounded by countless more diamonds—you didn’t even want to know how much it cost. If you’re being honest, it made you slightly uncomfortable. You were still young—younger than him, not entirely sure if you were ready to spend the rest of your life with one person. So later that night, when Satoru came home, you had planned to confront him.
“Hey, princess! How was your day?” Satoru yells from the front door, making his way over to you on the couch. He leans down to leave a smooch on your cheek before moving to sit next to you. He stretches his legs on the coffee table before pulling his blindfold off, turning his head to look at you.
You’re silent, eyes focused on the small velvet box you’re holding.
“Satoru-“ you start, small sniffles escaping you as if you’d been crying earlier. “I-I don’t think I’m ready for this-“ your voice breaks, still avoiding his gaze. “C-can we- maybe- take a break?” what was meant to be a confident statement, turned into a meek question—you curse yourself for being unable to speak up for yourself properly.
“A break?” he repeats in an almost patronizing tone, reaching a hand up to wipe a few tears from your face. “Oh, but baby, everything’s been going so well—if you’re scared, I understand, it’s normal.” he’s pulled you into his arms now, petting the top of your head like you’re merely a puppy. “But you’ll feel so much more excited once you’re picking out a dress, princess.” he laughs then, like what you suggested was ridiculous.
“No, Satoru- I’m s-serious-“ you push yourself away from him to stand, pacing as you contemplate your next words. “I need t-to go live my life first, travel and whatnot-“
“You can pick where we go to honeymoon, hell- you can travel wherever you want with my money, baby.” he cuts you off with an immediate solution, standing behind you now—his hands coming to rest on your tummy, thumb caressing the spot under your bellybutton with care. “You’re pregnant though, so you’re not travelling anywhere at the moment.” he’s giggling against the top of your head.
“Wha- what do you m-mean, Toru.” you’re looking up at him, eyes wide in a panic. He smiles wide, sapphire eyes almost glowing.
“I can tell, princess. My six eyes, remember? I knew the exact moment the baby was conceived, hun.” he kisses the top of your head like what he just told you was obvious.
He drags you back to the couch with him, plopping you on his lap, taking advantage of your speechless stupor. His hands spread your legs, making your skirt ride up to your hips, panties on full display for him.
“I-I can’t have a baby right now, Toru-“ you keep rambling on with objections that he can easily find a solution for with his money. All the while, his hand is cupping your increasingly wet cunt—Satoru doubling his efforts to make your arguments die in your throat.
“Shhhh- we can talk about this later, princess- just relax for me. Let me make this soon-to-be mama feel good.”
His words are a cruel reminder of your predicament but you can’t bring yourself to argue any longer once he pulls your panties to the side, sinking a finger inside of you.
“Shit- feels s-so-“ you choke out when he sinks in a second finger, curling them against that spongey spot deep inside you. “Mfmmm- slow down, Toru-“ he’s pumping his digits in quick succession, chasing down your orgasm.
“I will- I will, just getting you ready for my cock, hun.” he scissors his digits wide, spreading you open before retracting them—you hear him unzip his pants before your hips are lifted, suspended in the air as he lines himself up.
“Take a deep breath for me baby- gonna be a bigggg stretch.” he’s kissing up your neck with reverence before he slowly lowers you onto his cock.
You let out a sharp cry when he finally bottoms out inside you—spearing you on his cock. You relax against his chest, cockwarming him briefly while he rubs tight circles on your clit.
“See? All you need is me, princess. Don’t I make you feel good?” he asks, condescension in his tone.
“Mhmm- s-so good!” you’re clamping down on his cock with every circle on your clit—legs trying to close around his hand.
His knees hold your jerking legs spread for him as he lifts you up before gently setting you back down on his dick—careful not to strain your body, you’re pregnant after all!
He builds a steady rhythm, slow but deep thrusts of his cock to hit all of those spots deep inside. Your orgasm builds with every bounce on his cock and kiss to your temple. You’re trembling in no time, begging for release.
“Please let m-me cum, Toru! Need to s-so bad!” your hands are clawing at the forearms that are holding you in place on his cock.
“Say you’ll marry me and I’ll let you cum, princess.”
“I’ll m-marry you- fuck! I’ll marry you- pleaseeee!” You agree, unknowingly digging your own grave.
With your now fiancé’s say so, you clamp down around his cock, body shaking in his hold as your orgasm explodes from your head to your toes. He groans as he opens the velvet box next to him, sliding the diamond ring on your finger—you can’t leave him now.
“You don’t need to find yourself, princess- your place is right here, with me.”
You were fed up. Choso was an incredibly insecure boyfriend—you couldn’t go anywhere without him questioning you. In his mind, everyone else in your life besides him was a threat to his relationship with you. He can’t have other people taking up the time that you should be spending with him after all.
You were in the middle of doing the dishes when Choso burst into the room, clearly upset about something.
“Did you go out today?” he’s looking you in the eye, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“Yes, Cho. I went to lunch with a friend.” you answer, your tone flat—anxiety already rising in your chest. You hope he’s just curious rather than angry, but you know better than that.
“Why didn’t you tell me? With who?”
His insistence on knowing every single detail is stressing you out to no end. You take a deep breath, setting the dish you’re holding gently back into the sink before wiping your hands dry with a dish towel.
“If you’re not willing to let me have a life outside of this relationship, then maybe we s-shouldn’t be together at a-all…” you mutter, unable to meet his eyes, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your tank top.
When you finally muster the courage to look at him, your heart stops beating.
A single tear falls down his cheek, eyes wide, and lips trembling—he looks so broken.
“M’sorry, Cho- I just-“ your voice cracks trying to hold in a sob.“Its really frustrating when I can’t go and have fun with my friends because y-you don’t trust me-“ you’re crying now, eyeing the linoleum.
In a heartbeat, Choso closes the distance between you, dropping to his knees. He’s nuzzling his face against your tummy, clinging tightly—his strong arms wrapped around your hips, eliminating all possibilities of escape.
“I’ll do b-better I p-promise, sweetheart. Just don’t-“ his voice cracks, quiet sobs muffled by your shirt.
“I need you- just don’t l-leave me.”
His pathetic begging should make you want to sneer in disgust…but you’re a weak woman.
All previous thoughts of leaving evaporated the second he got on his knees for you. He’s leaving light kisses on the exposed skin between your shorts and the hem of your tank top, hands beginning to roam the back of your thighs—silently begging you to give in and forget what you were mad about.
This has happened many times before. It’s what Choso does best—he’ll grovel before you, begging for forgiveness. You fall for it, every. single. time. Then he’ll fuck you till you can’t imagine a world without him.
He knows he’s got you now.
“Shit- feels s-soo-“ you’re cut off by your own moan when Choso hollows his cheeks around your clit, the suction brutal on your sensitive bud—
humming against your pussy when you grab a rough handful of his hair.
You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, legs spread on Choso’s shoulders as he devours your cunt. He’s been slurping and sucking on your heat for what feels like forever—hands gripping your ass cheeks to pull you flush to his mouth.
“Could n-never let this p-pussy go-“ his groan gets muffled by your cunt, the vibrations making your legs twitch. “Can’t believe y-you’d try t-to take her a-away from me-“ Choso pauses to land a smack on your ass. “She n-needs me.”
You hate that he’s right, because the way Choso eats your pussy has the coil in your tummy tightening—every lap of his tongue feels like pure devotion, unraveling your body with intention.
“M’cumming, Cho!” your breathy whines accompanied by contracting muscles and shaking legs. Your body jerks once. twice. before you go limp on the counter top. Choso leaves one final smooch on your cunt before rising to his feet—his face dripping in your slick.
“Tell me you love me, sweetheart.” he’s whispering against your neck, invading your space. Choso starts nibbling on your neck, awaiting your answer, growing more impatient with every second of silence. “Do I need to fuck you- for you to say it?” his voice breaking with a quiet whimper.
You don’t get a chance to answer him before he’s freeing his weeping cock—it’s painfully hard, salty pre dripping out from the tip. He’s sinking into the very back of your pussy with one slow thrust, tears falling from his eyes. The girth is lethal every time, no matter how many times he fucks you, it takes your breath away.
“Oh- fuck-“ you both groan in unison, adjusting to each other. “Say you l-love me- say it-“ re-enforcing his demand with a harsh grind against your gummy cervix.
“I love- ngh- you, Cho!” you finally give in to him, just like you always do. After all, it’s hard to think rationally when the only thing you can feel is him.
“I love you- fuck- sooo m-much!” you’re professing your love to him over and over, lost in the way his hips feel slamming against yours. His tongue slips between your lips, groaning into your mouth with every muffled confession.
“I know you do, sweetheart- that’s why you’re never leaving m-me-“
You knew Sukuna wasn’t a good guy, in fact, you knew he was a criminal but you could turn a blind eye so long as he didn’t involve you in it. You could say that you got what you signed up for when he did end up involving you. Let’s just say you weren’t willing to be a co-conspirator when he inevitably ended up in prison.
You had planned to break up with him the night he had asked you to hide those drugs for him—inevitably though, you caved. So tonight was the night, you decided.
You’re sitting in your dingy apartment waiting for him to come home from whatever sketchy deal he was making that night—shaking with anxiety while thinking about his possible reaction.
He opens the door, silent as ever, kicking his shoes off before stomping to the kitchen to wash his hands, completely ignoring your presence. You roll your eyes before standing up to walk over to him.
“Ryo- “ you start, catching his attention. “Can I talk to you?”
“Bout’ what?” he asks dismissively, back still turned to you.
“I want to break up.” he stiffens at your words.
Yeah. That definitely catches his attention.
“No. You don’t.” he says it like it’s final, tone slightly urgent.
“Yeah- I do.” your voice doesn’t come out as strong as you’d hoped, the small stutter embarrassing you.
That’s when he finally turns to face you, eyebrow raised, mouth slightly ajar. You stand tall, arms crossed, trying to be somewhat intimidating. He just scoffs before walking over to you, a strong arm grabbing the back of your neck, holding you steady.
“Very funny but you’re not breaking up with me, woman.” he places a peck on your lips before leaving you alone, stunned in the kitchen. You huff before following him to the living room.
“Ryo, I need you to take this seriously. I don’t want to be involved with your…work. When you get caught.” You elaborate, moving to stand in front of his sitting form.
“You know what I think?” he says suddenly.
“I think that you need to loosen up a little bit, missy.” he laughs at himself like he’s the funniest person in the world. “I think you just need a good fuck to put your head on straight.”
You’re floored. Is he fucking serious right now?
You try to scoff but he stands up, throwing you over his shoulder in a fraction of a second. You’re pounding your fists on his solid back, trying to get him to put you down—you’re unsuccessful of course, but it was worth a try. He throws you down on your shared bed before crowding himself on top of you.
“You just need to relax, babe.” he mutters against your neck as he kisses up to your face—he captures your mouth in a filthy smooch, silencing any protest you may have had.
Your devilish boyfriend pulls your shorts and underwear down in one single tug before sliding his monstrous hands under your t-shirt to pinch your hardening nipples. You groan into his mouth as wetness gathers between your legs—hips rising in the air in search of friction.
Maybe all you needed was to feel him, after all.
He lowers his hips to grind his solid inches against your cunt, moaning at the wetness seeping through his pants.
“Breakup?” he laughs again, reminiscing on your words. “What would this pussy do without me, woman?” he’s moving one of his hands to unbuckle his belt, sliding his pants down his hips—he frees his cock from the confines of his boxers, lining up to your entrance.
“Shit- Ryo, please just fuck me already.” your patience with his jokes running thin.
Sukuna splits you open inch by thick inch, your small cries bringing a smirk to his face. He loves when all your nagging turns to whimpers and whines underneath him—he knows that no matter what he does, all he needs to do to keep you…is a good hard fuck.
“Sooooo wet for me, woman.” he groans before lifting your shirt above your tits and sucking a nipple into his mouth.
His slow grinds turn into hard thrusts that push you further and further up the bed. You claw at his ink covered back, high pitched moans leaving your mouth every time his hips meet yours. You lock your legs around him, begging him to stay deep inside you once the warmth in your tummy starts tightening.
“Fuck! M’gonna cum, Ryo!” you whimper against his shoulder, body already starting to quiver. “Please, harder.”
“Cum for me, missy.” he says as he releases your nipple with a wet pop—his thrusts increasing in force the more you squeeze his cock.
“Oh god! Cumming-“ your head falls back against the pillow as your muscles go taut, eyes clenched shut. Sukuna just laughs at you the entirety of your orgasm, clearly enthused by your pathetic writhing.
“What was that about breaking up again?”
A couple years back, Suguru had saved you from who he referred to as “evil monkeys”. Those people had locked you up in fear because of the things you saw—they thought you were insane. Suguru killed them before taking you somewhere he deemed safe—so safe in fact that he refused to let you leave unless he was with you. His gorgeous girl’s safety was his top priority, of course.
The Time Vessel Association quickly became your new prison. From one cage to the next, a gilded one, you suppose. You yearned to leave, see the world from your own perspective—the constant murder in the halls didn’t help either.
It’s the late hours of the night, you’re sitting in bed alone, waiting for Suguru’s return. He had a meeting with the other members of his cult, as you like to call it. You’re planning to gently suggest a solo trip on your own, to shop around downtown Tokyo—you have a feeling he’ll shut you down but you’re foolishly optimistic.
“Sorry, gorgeous, the meeting took longer than expected.” Suguru enters the room, a regular fox-like smile plastered on his face. He sheds his traditional robes and takes his hair down from his bun—quickly slips on some comfortable sweats before sitting on the edge of your side of the bed.
“S’alright, Sugu, how was it?” you ask, clearly on edge about something. He notices your skittishness in a heartbeat, moving to sooth you.
“Everything okay?” he counters, ignoring your question—raising one of his hands to rub your back.
“Uhmm- I was just thinking…” briefly ogling his bare chest before raising your gaze to look at him.
“Could I- maybe- go shopping around downtown tomorrow..?” Your voice is unsure before clarifying. “Alone.”
“What? Why?” tears of frustration are rising in your eyes, desperate for an explanation. He just sighs in annoyance, clearly not wanting to fight you on it.
It’s the same damn answer every time. It worked once upon a time, but now you don’t look at him with stars in your eyes like you once did. You knew Tokyo wasn’t the same as the little conservative town he took you from. You also know not to speak about the curses you see anymore. So what’s the problem?
“I don’t want to be stuck here with you anymore.” You speak without thinking, big mistake.
He’s on top of you in the blink of an eye, thigh between your own, pressing into your panty clad cunt—one of his hands is holding your face, the other holds both of your wrists against your chest. Glossy tears are coming down your cheeks full force now.
“Why do you wanna leave me so bad, hmm?” his grip on your jaw tightens, smooshing your cheeks. “Do I not spoil you enough already, gorgeous?” He pauses. “Do I not fuck you enough?” he’s breathing heavy as he wipes some stray tears from your face.
“S’not why, Sugu- I just feel trapped-“
“Trapped? Heh- why can’t you just be good like everyone else, hmm, gorgeous?” his thigh grinds into your clothed cunt hard making you huff in reluctant pleasure.
“Dunno- m’sorry, Sugu.” you explain with a whine.
He releases his hand from your face, moving it down, down, down to your silk slip and pushing it up past your hips. He groans when he catches a glimpse of your soaked panties, creating a wet spot on his grey sweats. He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss made up of tongue and teeth.
“Well I think your pussy knows exactly where home is, baby.” he’s murmuring against your mouth, hand reaching up to wrap around your neck with a light squeeze.
You’re rendered speechless, unable to bite back when the hand holding your wrists sneak into your panties—two girthy fingers fill your cunt to the brim in one thrust. Your eyebrows furrow, mouth gaping, unable to return Suguru’s kisses.
Loud whines and wet squelches fill the room as Suguru pumps his digits inside of you with reckless abandon—his pace so fast you can barely see the movement of his veiny forearm. The coil in your lower abdomen starts to feel painfully tight the more he hits the back of your cunt.
“Fuck- feels like I’m g-gonna pee-“ you try to warn him that something feels different, but he just laughs.
“You’re just gonna squirt, gorgeous. Think you can do that for me?” he bites your bottom lip, tugging on it before planting one last wet smooch on your gaping maw.
You just nod before clawing for purchase on the hand around your throat. Your entire body stills before jerking violently, hips rising from the bed as spurt after spurt of clear liquid falls from your cunt—you soak Suguru’s thigh and the bedsheets in your essence.
“That’s itttt, my gorgeous girl-“ he’s peppering chaste kisses on your face as you come down from your high, shuddering lightly once it passes.
“You’re not leaving, do you understand?” he asks while holding eye contact, hand still on your throat.
You just nod, unable to protest in your current state.
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