hi i just found your profile and FAHHHH the jjk smaus are so good i’m genuinely obsessed 🥹 i’m wondering if i can make a request for a sukuna/suguru x reader, where reader has a really bad sleeping schedule LOL like sleeping at 6 am and then waking up at 3 pm or something. NO PRESSUREE THOOO feel free to ignore this, just want u to know your smaus are super cute :))
hi hiii tysm for reading!!!! this was such a nice request tysmmm here is
suguru and his gf who has bad sleeping schedule and surprisingly a lot of hobbies
crumbl is so fucking sweet I can genuinely feel the water in my body being absorbed into my bloodstream via osmosis as my body desperately attempts to reinstate a steady concentration gradient due to all the sugar I consumed
How did you end up with your thighs spread wide, your scrubs yanked down to your ankles and panties shoved aside, with your attending doctor and boss Satoru Gojo devouring your cunt?
He’s not just licking his pretty intern, his face is fucking buried, two fingers slipping into your hole, curving up to hit just your spot, the messy sounds lewd in his office. You’re bent right over his desk with your ass in the air as he buries his face deeper into your cunt, turning his head to slurp your lil clit in his hungry mouth.
“Mmnph!” You’re screaming into your hand, eyes rolling back in your skull – the hospital is quiet as it’s two in the damn morning, and you’re supposed to be leaving for the night – yet here you are.
Doctor Gojo's pretty face glittering with your slick, as he hits a desperate, messy angle, making your thighs shake, your ass arching for more. “Were you wanting this, pretty little intern?”
“Shh,” you whisper, but you have wanted it, how could you not want your doctor buried inside you? The kiss that you both shared in that elevator, the one you’ve touched yourself to last night in your bed, that kiss you tried to forget. You can’t ruin your chances of this internship, of being a top doctor just because Satoru Gojo is sexy, and his eyes are pretty.
Don’t you have more willpower?
You can’t remember any of it when his lips brushed against the shell of your ear and he whispered like a slutty freak –
'Want me to eat your cute little cunt, intern? I missed dinner today, I’m starving.'
Freak, freak, freak.
You’re not sure ‘freak’ covers what he’s doing, laughing softly as you squirm, whining into your palm, drooling against it. “Aw, can’t hold it in?”
Satoru is ruthless with it the more you’re rocking your hips back and forth, lapping at your folds with long, broad strokes with the flat of his tongue, slurping every bit of you up. He’s drowning in you, hands pulling your thighs apart even further, tugging at that elastic of your panties so he can jut his chin up, feeling the way you quiver around him.
Those long fingers sink back inside and stretch you wide, curling up immediately to find that one spot that makes your eyes roll back, your gasp ragged and desperate. “Inside me, please…”
“Hmm,” he pulls back with a messy pop, grinning as his fingers are coated in your slick, glistening all down his digits, pulling apart your plump lips to look right at your quivering hole. “I thought you said only this, remember sweetheart?”
“Once, once won’t hurt… r-right?”
He chuckles at that, standing up and slipping his cum soaked fingers right between your lips, you wrap them and suck eagerly, reaching back to feel his cock underneath those scrub bottoms, the material leaving nothing to the imagination. “Mmm!
“You want your attending to ruin your cunt?” His words are a soft taunt against your ear, you jolt as his breath tickles your skin, feeling his bulge press on the curve of your ass, pressing your body against his desk. “Slutty little intern, think it’ll get you in the scrub room with me?”
“No you dick,” you say after you yank his fingers, turning around and glaring, shoving his chest, his white lab coat falling ever so slightly. His lips are all glossy with your slick, making you blush. “Forget it.”
You slip up your pants and go to leave when he tugs your back against him, turning your face to kiss his lips, letting you taste yourself. It’s messy, dripping saliva and cum, you’re so needy you whimper, head falling back for his messy kisses. “I’d let you scrub in because you’re the best fucking intern, the smartest, has nothin’ to do with your messy cunt.”
“Such a dick,” you eat up his praise now, biting down on your lower lip – Satoru’s eyes are almost black with need. “You really think I’m the smartest?”
“It’s why I chose you,” he whispers, exhaling as your palm finds his cock again. “Been picturing you taking my cock since I picked you out from your med school graduation.”
“You’re such a pervert,” Satoru is a slutty pervert, and he feels no shame about it whatsoever, just a big white grin on his face, leaking pre through that light lavender, you lap it off your thumb, making his cheeks flush.
“And you’re slutty, wanting your attending so damn bad,” he turns you and lifts your ass up, folders flying and landing on the floor with light thuds, his mouth slipping up your throat, moaning against your skin. “Need my cock so bad?”
“You’re the one that wanted me in here,” your tit is in his palm, gripping it and squishing, thumb brushing on the nipple, swirling your areola and making it press up, your core clenching. You’re slipping his scrubs down, his cock slapping his belly button when he tugs up the top, pre dripping across his abdomen.
Satoru is huge.
You swallow nervously, even if you’re aching and soaked you’re not sure you can even take a cock like that. “Oh… fuck you’re…”
Satoru’s grinning like a little shit.
“You scared now, baby?” He taunts you, spreading your thighs and running his pretty pink tip between your folds, squishing as your needy hole is dripping down his length.
“Not scared,” your hands slip up his hard chest, biting your lower lip, looking at how he’s thickening more.
“You on something, intern?” He murmurs, tip pressing in, his hand shoves you till you’re on your back and elbows, breath making your breasts rise and fall, his hands slipping down your thighs to shove them higher.
“I am,” you whisper, eyes on his cock sinking inside your needy hole, inch by inch slowly disappearing, you’re so full with half inside you barely muffle your moan. “I’ve got the arm thing.”
You hold your arm up and he hums, slamming the rest of his cock deep inside, kissing that puffy cervix, balls smacking you with a messy thwack, watching your face as it contorts in pleasure. God how long has he wanted to be inside you? Since the moment he fucking saw your picture in a group of candidates for the top med students graduating.
Satoru’s been jerking it every day since you started your internship, every time your shoulders brushed against each other in the elevator, when you passed him in the halls and he caught a hint of your shampoo in his nostrils. He’s pulling back and shoving your top up, looking at the bulge moving in your tummy and sucking in a breath, your eyes catch sight and you blush all pretty.
“Good,” you raise a brow, then your eyes roll back with another filthy thrust in your gummy walls, quivering right around him.
“Good? Ah!”
“Not pulling out of this tiny little cunt, god how she grips me? Fuck,” you’re done when he slams in harder now, one hand under your head so it doesn’t slam back on the desk, his other on your throat, moving faster. “You like that idea, me cummin’ inside? Isn’t it just once?”
“Jus’ once,” you’re already fucked out with a few more strokes, the way his curved tip drags on your inner walls has you spasming, whining out into his lips when he greedily kisses you. “Twice.”
“Hah we’re not even done with once,” he smirks against your mouth, choking your throat lightly, loving those pretty tears slipping from your eyes in pleasure. “Already planning fucking me again?”
“N-no,” you’re not supposed to fuck your boss, you’re not supposed to fuck Satoru Gojo – top attending physician, top surgeon. You’re not supposed to clench around his thick cock as he chokes your throat, his baby blues fucking insane as he gets pussy drunk off you.
“Ah, then I’m afraid I’ll ruin ya for anyone,” he slams so deep you both moan out, fingers tightening around your neck, just in time for someone to knock.
“F-fuck…” You’re about to cum and Satoru isn’t stopping, he’s pressing his cock deep and rolling his hips, grinning down at you like the psycho he is.
“Doctor Gojo? Are you still here?” He yanks out of you before you can find your release, making you whine out loud.
“You dick!” You hiss, he turns you around and lifts your thigh up, bending you right over your desk, cock slamming right back inside. “Ah!”
“Doctor Gojo?”
“Yes I’m here, I’m just about to leave though… can this ah-” fuck you feel good, he’s wrapping his arm around your chest to press a hand on your shoulder, dragging you further down on his cock, forearm muffling your noises.
Doctor Gojo is putting you in a headlock and giving you back shots, his stethoscope clattering down the desk along with your badge, eyes going hazy and fuzzy with how deep his strokes hit. You’re drooling right on his lab coat, feeling his breath against your ear as he exhales, groaning your name in a whisper.
“Can this wait till tomorrow?” He manages to say finally, teeth nipping your earlobe, cock dragging against that spot in your walls again, making your cunt clamp down on it. “F-fuck, you’re milkin’ me, huh? Greedy lil intern.”
“Yes of course,” you finally hear footsteps, you’d have paused fucking Satoru but instead you’re arching your ass for more, letting his big ass arms take you over, drunk on him, so much you forget you’re in his office and dripping right down his desk.
“This is s-stupid,” you mumble, his balls slamming your needy clit, heavy and full of cum.
“You feel this good wrapping me? How’s it stupid,” he cries out softly now, your name spilling from his plump pink lips. “You’re about to cum, aren’t you? Go ahead, lemme feel it all over my cock – hah bet you’re messy, gonna soak my scrubs, my desk, yeah?”
“Y-you’re annoying,” he knows he is, you glare for just a moment at the pretentious man but then he arches his hips and hits that spot just right, you shatter, cumming so hard you can’t see, gasping out and moaning against the hand that clamps on your mouth. “Mnhph!”
“F-fuck,” he can’t move for a moment, not when you’re gushing down his cock, dripping all over, cunt squirting and pulsing right around him. He shoves your collar down, teeth sinking into your shoulders, thickening as he fucks you through it, achingly slow. “You are messy, look at you.”
“Shh,” your head falls back against his collarbone, he leans you up, fingers brushing on your clit, pressing in pretty patterns. “S-sensitive, mnh… Doctor Gojo I…”
“God yes, call me that,” he’s a sick, perverted fuck – he knew that when he jerked off on your first shift right in the locker room, but he couldn’t know just how wet you’d get. “Slutty cunt is spilling all over, look at that mess, can’t help it, can you baby?”
“Mnh, shut up and fuck me,” Satoru moans and finally kisses you rather than talking on and on – mouth moving over yours hungry, he sucks your little tongue right inside his mouth, making you gasp for a breath, just to have his spit right in your mouth, choking on him.
Satoru’s fingers work your clit faster, getting another orgasm from you, this one even messier, pulling it up and slipping his fingertips in your mouth, spreading it around like a gloss. He kisses it off you like he can’t get enough of the taste, drinking it down with greedy gulps, cupping your face almost gently for a moment, your noses brushing together.
Oh fuck, did his cock just make you dumb? Your ears are ringing, vision swimming with tears from overstim. You can’t just fuck him once and hope to ever be okay again with the worst dick – which is all you’ve had. You won’t say it though, instead you kiss him so you shut up, before you’re mumbling you’re in love because he fucked all your good sense away.
“Want me to fill your cunt up, till you’re drippin’ me all night? Fuck I’d fill you with so much cum you’d drip me in this hospital, I’d bend you over and fuck more inside every time you think we’re done,” you’re pressed down now on that desk, he’s lifting your ass and pounding his cock faster. “F-fuck, tell me you want it, all my cum baby, breed this slutty cunt.”
“Psycho, ngh,” you’re letting him fuck you so good you can’t remember what your damn specialty was, your career, his dumb life ruining dick and huge ass hands bruising your hips. “Cum inside, fuck do it…”
“I’d breed you, stuff you so full, hope your birth control can even take it, hah – have you ever been filled, slutty lil intern?” Satoru’s unhinged as fuck, the things spilling from his psycho mouth is just making you more sensitive, thighs trembling, drool spilling from your lips.
“Just cum, you talk s-so much,” he groans now, thickening in your walls, you feel every vein, every ridge, the lines of him deep in your hole as his pre dribbles against your cervix.
Satoru busts his white ropes deep inside you, flooding you with so much warmth you’re stuffed, just for him to pump even more, lips kissing up your neck, hand entangling in your hair as he leans you against the desk, weight pressing you tighter against it. “Takin’ all of it, cunt was made to take me, say it.”
“N-no… I… mnh!” Satoru’s fucking all that cum inside you that is dripping down, feeling you tremble, your little cries echoing in his ears.
“Made to take my shape, hah you’ll only know my shape, yeah?” You’re too dazed to argue, weak and dizzy, just for Doctor Gojo to finger that cum right back inside your sore little cunt. For him to suck his mess and yours off those fingers. “God, fuckin’ taste us together.”
Having him drive you home because your legs are shaking too badly to drive, sitting right in front of your apartment as you’re about to tell him good night. Only to take his cock down your throat, already hard and ready once more, sucking him deep and letting it hit the back of your throat, drooling all down his glistening length, his hands entangling in your hair.
You’re swallowing around him reflexively, his whimpers making you soaked again, his cum still trickling out from you. Satoru’s got you riding him in the front seat of his little black sports car – ass hitting the horn, head hitting the roof, you figure it’s just twice, right? It’s still only one night, even if it's three in the morning, and he’s pumping so much cum you’re bloated with it.
It’s just twice when he walks you in – what sort of gentleman would he be if he didn’t make sure you got inside all right? What sort of man would he be if he didn’t make sure to lift you right on your wall and fuck his two loads of cum out of your hole that’s so ready she just takes his cock, no fingers needed, easier and easier the looser you get from every stroke.
But then when you squirt, you’re tight all over again, and you’re squirting so much you’re dehydrated, weak and collapsing against him.
What sort of Doctor would he be if he didn’t re-hydrate you – making sure you have plenty of water, electrolytes added of course, and if he just left you like that and didn’t clean you properly!? No, Satoru takes it upon himself to lift your ass up on your bed, and kneel on your floor, lapping his own milky cum right from your abused hole, you’re hissing and tugging his white locks so good he comes from that.
Just from eating his slightly bitter seed mixed with your sweet juices, fuck does anything feel better than that gooey mix down his throat? No, he licks all of your pussy, your thighs, up your tummy, spitting it in your mouth so you can taste it too – why would he hog all of that to himself!?
And what sort of man wouldn’t stay the night, wouldn’t snatch up a couple pairs of panties for later while you’re snoring, wouldn’t stare at your pretty naked body and commit every bit of it to memory? If this was one night, he at least needs to have a mental image of his teeth marks, hickeys, bruises on your pretty skin.
You wake up with this psycho Doctor staring at you the next morning, grinning when your eyes focus on him, he’d fucked you so much you feel hungover from it all, trying to make the room not spin.
“Oh fuck… what time is it?” You mumble, Satoru peers at the watch on his wrist, a pretty silver rolex.
“Noon, but relax – got ya a day off.”
“How!? I can’t get any time off,” you lean up and he shrugs, smiling so damn charming with the light streaming in through the windows, casting a glow on his sharp features. You melt, how can you handle waking up to that in your bed?
“Thought you’d need a personal day,” his hand trails down from your waist, pressing on your tummy, making it heat up. “You took so much cum, sweetheart, sure you’re okay?”
“I’ll take the day,” you sigh and turn towards him. “You’re batshit insane, Doctor Gojo, you know that right?”
“Mhm,” he splays his fingers wide, humming just a bit, lips right next to yours. “You said one night, right?”
“I did,” you whisper, knowing you’re lying to yourself, looking into those pretty bright eyes and feeling dizzy from it, your entire body aching from being thrown into every position. “It’d be complicated…”
“Very, it’d be messy, ya know?”
“Mhm,” he’s resting his forehead on yours, letting you taste that breath, sweet even in the morning like he’s been sucking on mints. “I have to be serious about my career.”
“Very, can’t go getting knocked up and live in my mansion, huh?” You laugh softly, shaking your head. “Can’t just look pretty for a living, no – gotta work.”
“Mhm, I do need to work,” your hand slips down his chest, feeling his cock pressing against your thigh, hot and heavy. “It’d be a bad idea to do this all the time, right?”
“God yeah,” you touch his waist band, fingers brushing his happy trail, biting your lower lip as he studies you – intense, hovering right over you and rutting his cock with needy whimpers on your inner thigh. “If I fucked you in the locker room, if I fucked you in my office, the elevator…”
“S-scandalous,” you answer, stroking his cock and watching his cheeks flush, so goddamn sore but you can’t stand how badly you want him inside again. “I can’t just take back shots before my rounds, right?”
“Right sweetheart,” your thumb smears pre on his tip and he smirks down at you. “So no more.”
“No more.”
Satoru’s grabs your thighs, spreading them and placing his tip against your fucked out cunt. “Tch, what a shame my cock can’t give her what she wants.”
“It’s such a shame… r-really…” Satoru’s cock is buried in one stroke of your messy hole. “Mnh! O-one more night.”
“Hah,” he watches that bulge move inside you and grins, as if he’d let you walk around the hospital without his cum inside you ever again. “Sure sweetheart, one more.”
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this was part of my angel @dollhousesinner's event!!! congrats on over 1k my angel I'm so happy you asked me to join innn!!!
Nanami’s wife had a big teeny tiny obsession with sundresses. In fact, over a quarter of your wardrobe was occupied with sundresses hung meticulously in colour order along the railing. You looked so happy in them, eyes creasing as you smiled with glee.
It drove Nanami absolutely crazy.
Of course he loved the dresses and he loved seeing you happy even more, but the way the material hugged your chest and hips, the way it flowed beautifully around your lower half and swayed in slow motion whenever you moved had him going insane. He felt his cock hardening whenever you walked out of the bedroom and the self control he had to teach himself was becoming unbearable.
“Kento? Are you okay?”
His head snapped up to your eyes instantly, reaching for your hand and kissing your knuckles gently. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m fine.”
“You seem distracted,” you add on.
“Just… work stuff,” he lied, trying to avoid eye contact with your yellow sundress, little blue flowers printed over it.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Your adorable concerned expression had Nanami staring down at his lap, counting to ten in his head to try and prevent all the blood rushing to his groin. His jaw tightened painfully.
“I’m okay, darling. Thank you for offering.”
You wouldn’t let up though, unable to move on from the conversation because of how weird your husband was acting. You squeezed his hand gently from across the dining table. “Kenny, are-“
You pause mid sentence when he groans, eyes squeezing shut. With a curious mind, you lean down to look under the table and notice the large bulge forming in his work trousers.
You can’t help but burst out into giggles.
Nanami stares at you like you’re personally offending him.
“Love, it’s not nice to laugh.”
“Aww, you’re so cute, Ken! Why didn’t you just tell me?” One foot outstretches to press against his groin under the table, eliciting another low moan.
“Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he grits out.
“Hm? How do you mean?”
“I didn’t-“ His breaths becomes shorter. “-want to make you feel sexualised in your dress.”
You beam. “So you like them that much, huh?”
He groans again when you rub over his hardened cock slowly. “Don’t tease, darling. You know I love them, and you.”
“Oh, I know. Now I wanna see just how much you love them.”
michael jackson was a BLACK MAN. yall need to remember that. yes his music was and is for everyone but make sure y’all remember he is a black man before anything else, and he experienced the black man struggles!! i see too many people that seem to forget that whether it’s because of his vitiligo or whatever else.
for the first time in his measly 28 years, nanami kento is jealous— of a video game.
subjected to the constant tap tap tapping of your switch daily, he's beginning to regret buying it for you.
settling into the couch after a long day, he peers over your curled form to a painful sight. high saturated graphics blind him with the force of a thousand suns.
shielding his face from your addiction screen, he asks "what are you doing?"
"playing my game," you mutter, eyes still glued to the screen. a stupid grin is plastered across your face. brightness on high, hand at 90 degree angles with shrimp posture, there's no way your current position can be good for your health. another reason for nanami to take this thing away from you.
"why are you smiling so much?" if you weren't so focused on your game, you may have taken offense to his sassy question. "i put you in the game."
"what?"
nanami is only vaguely aware of what tomodachi life even is. he wouldn't call it a game, rather 'a dangerous drug' or 'girlfriend-thief,' much to your dismay.
"it's both of us! we look so cute, don't we?" he nods, but only for your sake. his hazel eyes strain while trying to make sense of the pixels in front of him.
all he sees is a 40-something year old looking man with a hard, blonde, digitized wig, a direct contrast to your very cute (but unrealistic) chibi form.
"why do i have eye bags? and why do i have a cigarette in my mouth?" he asks in utter confusion.
you go back to the screen just as fast as you shoved it in his face. the game has hypnotized you again, all outside noise falling off on deaf ears.
"who are those two?" his eyes clock two noticeably smaller figures off to the side.
you scoff immediately. "they have names, kento." half of the pair has brown skin and bright, almost offensively piss yellow hair, the other light skinned with huge curls and edges.
you watch in delight as a light visibly goes off behind his eyes. "are those—"
"our kids!" his face drops. "this one's nana and this one's kenken," you say, babbling on.
"we can have kids, in real life, as i'm sure you're aware," he murmurs. his hardened face shifts into a scowl, trying (and failing) to hide his irritation. for the first time in hours, your eyes fully leave the screen. "kento!"
"they'd be much cuter than whatever's in that game." he ignores the sound of the switch— that he paid for— clattering to the ground. "but how could you say that, ken?! they're our kids!"
"well tell 'our' kids i don't want them."
gasping, scoffing, you do it all. who would've thought nanami kento— the sorcerer, picture perfect husband and malewife —would abandon your tomodachi life children?
"talk to me when you're ready to have a real family."
i understand (on paper) why companies are anti-piracy but its funny when random individuals are also strongly anti-piracy. like how does it negatively affect your life if someone you know downloads a cracked torrent of sims 4. you dont work for EA. EA isnt gonna pay you for this. you lose nothing. its fine. chill out.
