pervy best friend!choso who thinks you're his lucky charm and wants you to sit in his lap while he plays video games. while you're perched on his thighs with his arms on either side of you, he kisses your neck and nibbles on your ear as his fingers fiddle with his controller. when he wins a game he'll turn your face towards him and give you a peck on the lips, calling it a 'celebratory kiss'.
pervy bestfriend!choso who insists on coming with you whenever you want to buy lingerie - a second opinion is always useful right? he'll pick out a set in your favourite colour and wait for you outside the dressing room. once you're out, you give him a quick twirl bending down and shaking your ass a little. he'll come up behind you to help you 'adjust your bra strap', but really it's to feel your plush ass against his dick. you know exactly what he's doing and push back against him, grinding softly against his growing erection. when he coughs out a groan, you feign innocence, asking him sweetly if he's okay.
pervy bestfriend!choso who takes advantage of the fact that you become extremely affectionate when you're sleepy. whenever you go over to his place and end up sleeping over, you cuddle him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing one of your legs over his own. choso feels his cock strain against the fabric of his boxers as you wiggle against him in an atempt to get comfortable, feeling your tits pressed against his arm and the warmth of your pussy against his thigh.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe his luck when he looks over too see that the strap of your tank top has fallen all the way down and exposed your bare breasts. He stares as your tits rise and fall as you breathe, basically inviting him to suck on them. He leans down to watch your nipples harden and his mouth is on them in seconds. I mean, how could he possibly resist? Choso's eyes are half-lidded as he swirls his tongue around your bud, his spit coating every inch of your nipple.
pervy bestfriend!choso who is too focused on your chest to notice that you've been awake the whole time, watching him groan as he sucks your nipple passionately. Choso only realises you're awake when your hand travels to his hair and you start running your fingers through his thick strands.
pervy bestfriend!choso whose face is flushed in embarassment as he tries to explain why he was latched to your nipple just seconds ago but immediately shuts up when he feels your hand start to caress his bulge.
pervy bestfriend!choso who can't believe he might actually get to fuck you.
♯ nerd!satoru who was beyond irritated. you’d spent the entire night whining and demanding his attention without an ounce of shame, leaving him running on zero sleep before his final the next day. and who would've guessed? your actions have consequences! twt link
satoru didn't look like the class genius right now. his glasses were pushed up haphazardly on his head, his white hair a mess, and his eyes, those piercing, crystalline eyes, were narrowed with a cold, focused irritation. he stood over you, his silhouette looming large against the living room light, while you lay sprawled on the couch, completely exposed and trembling.
he didn't waste time with gentleness either. the moment he snatched you into his dorm room, he had grabbed your thighs, hauling your legs back with a sudden, forceful jerk. your knees were shoved up toward your chest, satoru pinning your lower body in a position that left you wide open and utterly vulnerable.
"a seventy," he spat, his voice low. "i have never seen a number that low on a piece of paper in my entire life. do you have any idea how pathetic a seventy is for me?"
"t—toru— i’m—"
"shut up," he groaned, his voice thick with a mix of anger and lust. "you spent the whole night distracting me! every time i tried to focus on the molecular bonds, you were touching me, whining for attention, making sure i couldn't think about anything but how much i wanted to fuck you dumb."
there was nothing rhythmic or sensual about his thrusts. it was a pounding, punishing pace. he hammered into you, his hips colliding with yours with a loud, wet slap that echoed through the room. each thrust was designed to drive the point home, hitting your cervix with a blunt force that made your vision blur.
"i— i'm s-s—" you tried to choke out an apology, but as he lunged forward again, the force of the impact snapped your head back. the words died in your throat, replaced by a high-pitched, broken moan.
"you’re what? you’re sorry?" satoru sneered, leaning down so his face was inches from yours, though he didn't stop the brutal assault of his hips. "sorry doesn't fix my gpa, baby. sorry doesn't erase the fact that i failed to maintain my perfect streak because you couldn't keep your hands off me."
he gripped your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, bruising you as he held you locked in that folded position. he accelerated, his cock sliding in and out of your soaking pussy with a violent friction. god, the sound was graphic; the squelch of lubrication and the heavy thud of his body slamming against yours.
"aww, look at you," he cooed, watching your face contort in a mix of pleasure and overwhelming intensity. "you love this, don't you? you love knowing you ruined my grade, and now you get to take my big dick for it!"
you tried to speak again, your lips trembling, wanting to tell him how much you loved him, how sorry you were, but every time you opened your mouth, he delivered another blow. you voice was reduced to incoherent whimpers and shattered breaths. you were shaking, your muscles twitching under the onslaught of his pace.
"i’m going to make sure you remember this every time you think about distracting me again," satoru groaned, his pace becoming frantic, almost feral. “you're going to take every inch of this, yeah? you're going to feel exactly how pissed off i am."
he let out a low, guttural growl, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and more violent. he was bottoming out inside you, stretching you to your limit, driving you deeper into the couch. you could only cling to the fabric of the cushions, your fingers clawing at the material as you were bounced relentlessly.
"tell me," he commanded, his voice straining as he neared his peak. "tell me you're a distraction— fuck!— tell me you're a little brat who deserves to be fucked like this.”
you tried to scream it, to give him what he wanted, but a particularly deep thrust hit a spot that sent a jolt of electricity through your entire spine. your eyes rolled back, your jaw dropping open in a silent scream of ecstasy as your walls clamped tight around. as he slammed into you again, the impact sending a shockwave through your core, you managed to find a sliver of your voice.
"t— toru— please," you whimpered, your head tossing from side to side on the cushion. "slow— slow down— mmmh! please, just a little—“
satoru let out a small scoff, his cock buried deep in your soaking heat. he looked down at you, seeing your flushed face, your blown out pupils, and the way your body was trembling under his weight. a slow, smug grin spread across his lips, and he let out a soft laugh that vibrated in his chest.
"slow down? y’want me to slow down, angel?" he echoed, his voice a raspy, dangerous purr.
he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, and let out a small, needy moan that shifted into a pathetic, high-pitched whimper. the sound was jarring coming from him, a brief lapse in his control that only highlighted how much he was enjoying this.
"you think i’m done with you already?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.
"i’m just getting started,” he snickered once more upon your disheveled appearance, “a seventy is a disaster, and you're going to feel every single point i lost."
without warning, he gripped your thighs even tighter, hauling your knees even closer to your chest until you were practically folded in half. he didn't slow down, instead, he shifted his angle, driving back into you with a renewed, savage intensity.
the sound of his hips slamming against yours returned with a violent slap, the wet squelch of your pussy gripping his thick dick echoing through the quiet room. he began to hammer into you again, faster than before, his movements relentless.
“satoruuu!—” you yelped, crying out, “you’re so— nnghh!— so big— don’t stop! pleasepleaseplease—”
"beg me to slow down again— i dare you," he whimpered, his voice thick with arousal as he pounded into your cervix.
"i wanna hear you beg while i fuck the apology right out of you."
second post of the day because i just HAD to write for this man 👅👅👅 he is irresistible.
꣑ৎ fighting with satoru leads to him forcing you to ride him
The last thing you wanted to do was get into an argument with your roommate and best friend. Yet you found yourself going back and forth with him & it didn’t look like it was coming to an end any time soon.
“I don’t understand how I’m not allowed to have boys over but you’re free to bring home girls, it’s totally unfair Satoru!” You yelled, voice turning raspy.
It’s been hours since this argument began and he was getting sick of it.
“The difference between us is that I didn’t invite that girl over to fuck, did I?” He shot back, a vein forming at his temple.
His hand reached up to his face, sliding off his glasses to set them aside on the counter. “I came home with her because we had a project to do and the library was closed. And you know this because I texted you earlier about it.”
“So? She was totally giving you bedroom eyes!”
“And what if she was? Doesn’t mean I gave in and started humping her like a dog in heat. I’m not that easy, sweets.”
But you were.
You were not about to give in because he used your favorite pet name, and you definitely weren’t going to allow him to see the effect it had on you.
“I don’t know why me bringing a boy over concerns you either.”
“Watch that tone.” He warned. His eyes have darkened enough to match the late night shadows seeping into the kitchen, rain being muffled by the windows. Your lip trembled, being utterly frustrated. It’s not like you even did anything with the guy, you just wanted to make him jealous – get back at him for inviting that girl over.
Satoru noticed your pout, sighing through his nose as all previous anger faded. “Baby.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” He closed in, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. “You love it when I use sweet names on you.”
You pulled away from his touch, still pissed. “We’re just roommates, that’s why.” That certainly got him to raise a brow, a slight tilt at his head as he took in your words. “Just roommates? Am I not your best friend? Am I not the one that makes you feel good?”
Your breath hitched, knowing what he was referring to.
You had come home stressed about some class and it didn’t help that it was ovulation week as well, making you all pent up. Thankfully, Satoru didn’t mind helping you out on the very counter he was leaning against. “What was your goal when you brought him over? To make me jealous? Get your pay back?”
Well, yes.
But you were not going to admit that so easily.
“If I hadn’t made it clear enough, sweets, you’re the only girl I want. Why would I be stupid to put my dick inside someone who isn’t you?” His vulgar words strike again at your inner core, forcing your thighs to clench.
“Satoru..” Your cheeks heated up.
“I’m going to ask you again, and you’re going to answer honestly. Are we just roommates?”
Of course not. Roommates don’t just allow the other to ride them like rabbits in heat the way you were doing right now. Your clothes were discarded on the floor, shaky hands rubbing up and down his abs all while he watched.
A smirk was lifting at his lips, enjoying the way you struggled to do all of the work. He wanted to touch your tits, give them the little kisses they deserved. But hearing you beg for his touch was far better.
“Please– I said I was s-sorry..” Your apologies fell upon deaf ears. This was your punishment after all. You could barely register your own pleas as his tip grazed your puffy folds. “You’re going to ride me and I’m not going to help for shit.”
And he kept his word because he hasn’t done anything more than letting out the occasional grunt. It was genuinely pissing you off.
“Please,” You tried again, leaving sloppy but sweet kisses on his lips that he didn't reciprocate. Not even when you picked up your pace or slowed it down did he react.
Nothing was working.
Not until he saw you begin to sob, hiding your pretty face in his neck did he soften up. “Hey, hey.. It’s okay, sweet girl. I forgive you, you did so good, took your punishment like the good girl you are. Don’t cry, you’re making me feel bad.” His expression softened, large hand rubbing the small of your back as he coo’ed in your ear at your hiccups.
You sniffled, chasing your nearing orgasm now that he praised you. “Am gonna cum..” You gasped, clawing at his back. Satoru fully wrapped his arms around you, bouncing you harshly on his lap. “Go ahead.”
White dots filled your sight when you spilled on his dick, legs trembling. He followed soon after, releasing deep in you. “Good job, baby. Don’t you ever think that shit again. I don’t want anyone but you, and it’s time to realize that.”
You nodded, placing your lips on his, finally receiving the kiss you needed.
satoru loves listening to you, especially when your lips are against his. . .
the room is quiet enough that every little sound feels louder than it should— the soft rustle of blankets, and the tiny laugh that escapes you when satoru steals another kiss before you even finish your sentence.
“you know,” you mumble against his lips. “you should really listen to me right now.”
“i’m listening,” he replies, barely pulling away. his lips brush yours with every word. “you said i’m handsome.”
“i definitely didn’t.”
“no? must’ve imagined it.”
you roll your eyes, though he can’t really see it from how close you are. your noses bump together, and he smiles before giving you another slow, lazy kiss.
“you interrupted me again,” you say.
“m’sorry.. keep talking, sweetheart.”
another kiss.
“i’m trying to tell you,” you whisper, your lips still resting against his. “that we need groceries.”
“we’ll figure something out,” he hums thoughtfully, his breath warm against your face.
“i doubt it, you big back.”
“you’re so mean to me.”
you laugh, the sound breaking into another kiss because satoru seems physically incapable of letting more than a few seconds pass without stealing one.
“kissing me until i forget what i was saying?”
“…is it working?” he muses.
you pause. “…maybe.”
“i know you‘re enjoying yourself,” he says softly, brushing his lips over yours again. “you haven‘t pulled away yet.”
“seems like i’ve made questionable life choices.”
he gasps dramatically, though his smile gives him away.
“oh? dating me is questionable?”
“sometimes.”
another kiss.
“when you leave your socks everywhere.”
mwah.
“when you eat all my snacks.”
mwah.
“when you—”
he kisses you longer that time, lingering just enough that you forget where your complaint is going.
“…see?” he murmurs.
“you are so annoying.”
“but?”
“but…” you smile. “you’re very cute.”
his grin is immediate, and he kisses the corner of your mouth
“what do you want for dinner?” you ask.
“hmm…” he pretends to think hard, his forehead resting against yours. “you.”
“oh my god,” you groan. “you’ve been waiting to say that, haven’t you?”
“maybe.” he grins into the next kiss.
“you should be embarrassed.”
“can’t hear your mean remarks when you’re this close.”
your lips meet in soft, absent-minded kisses between tiny conversations about nothing at all. whether the laundry is finished, whether the weather looks nice tomorrow, or how his teaching is going.
“toru—” kiss. “—how am I supposed to—” another kiss. “—focus?”
“why’d you need to?” his smile softens into something quieter, gentler than his usual teasing grin.
૮(◞ ‸ ◟ )ა ;; your husband, satoru gojo, who can’t help but pout at the fact that his newborn baby girl sobs whenever she’s placed into his arms! ── ✦⋆🍼.˚
it’s been weeks of this — weeks of satoru tenderly trying to lift your frail newborn daughter from your arms, his tall frame hunched over her and his touch agonisingly gentle, only for her to burst out into tears. he just can’t comprehend it!
“it isn’t fair,” he mumbles, slumped over on the couch after yet another failed attempt at picking her up. “i mean, she has my eyes! in fact, she has all my genes, yet she won’t let me pick her up!”
his tone is scandalised, a hint of betrayal seeping into it; but beyond the usual dramatics, there’s a subtle sense of vulnerability in it too. it’s barely there, hidden behind the light-heartedness of his voice so that you almost miss it.
that’s the kind of skill that satoru has mastered by now: being able to feign confidence in the form of borderline obnoxious mock-arrogance. or rather, being able to divert any concerns you may have with a kind of ease and fluidity that’s got to be at least a little bit concerning.
but you don’t miss it this time. not with the way his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he stares at the floor, lost in thought. not when he looks so worn down, eroded of his usual playful demeanour, an unfamiliar tiredness written all over his body.
you can see the way his shoulders are lowered a fraction in exhaustion from the situation, and even despite his joking demeanour, you both seem to have noticed the way his voice lacked its usual charm earlier.
“hey, toru..” you murmur, sliding onto the couch next to him. your daughter is still clinging to your shirt, having only just been lulled to sleep by you. she’s finally finished bawling her eyes out at the sight of her own father. “don’t be like that…it’s nothing. she’ll grow out of it.”
“no, you don’t get it sweets! she must know something…” he grumbles, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “i mean, whenever she looks at me with those huge blue eyes, it’s like she’s staring right through me. she must know something i don’t!” with that, he drops his head into his hands with a groan.
you’d laugh at the irony of his words if it weren’t for the defeated look on his face. of all things, you’d never expected to hear satoru gojo complaining about the unsettling nature of the piercing-blue eyes that she’d inherited from him. nonetheless, you gently move your free hand to stroke his back, your voice soft as you rub soothing circles.
“hey, no…she’ll come around soon enough.”
“but what if she doesn’t?” he looks up, pouting once more. “what if i’ve done something wrong? maybe i messed up my first impression or something!”
“…toru, don’t be silly, i don’t think newborns care about first impressions.”
he sits up slowly, assessing your words as his eyes fall once more upon the baby in your arms. her snowy eyelashes flutter slightly as she snoozes, tiny hands curled up against her body. one of her chubby cheeks rests against you as she snores, her tiny chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale she takes. tentatively, satoru brings a hand to run over her small leg, fingers running over the soft fabric of the fluffy bear socks on her feet courtesy of his impulse buying.
he snorts sadly at that, remembering the way he had been so excited to spoil her. he’d ran around, desperate to find only the very best for his sweet daughter: bags of baby toys, soft socks, cute baby outfits and pacifiers. he’d spent hours researching the quality of each, scrolling through reviews, diligently ensuring that his daughter would receive only the best — only for her to sob at the mere sight of his face.
it’s a kind of irony satoru can’t bear. because ultimately, in the eyes of the newborn in your arms, he’s no longer satoru gojo. he’s simply…nothing. stripped of being the strongest, stripped of his usual defence mechanism of feigned-confidence, stripped of his ability to win her over with expensive toys and clothes. he’s left vulnerable, stuck with the discomfort of it all. maybe he isn’t cut out for this. maybe he isn’t cut out for fatherhood.
you study his face, frowning at the way his brows are pinched and his features have melted into something much more vulnerable, tired. he looks deep in thought, barely registering the fact that one of his legs is tapping anxiously. he just stays sat there, eyes absentmindedly resting upon your daughter, zoned out.
your heart aches a little. it’s a strange sight, to see your usually-bold husband reduced to this unfamiliar state, hands tensed in his lap like he’s not sure what to do with himself.
so, you decide to take action yourself.
tenderly, you lift your daughter and quietly place her into satoru’s arms, silently willing her not to wake just yet. you’re not quite sure how you or your poor husband will cope if she does — and the idea of having to lull her back to sleep whilst simultaneously looking into satoru’s face of pure disappointment is one you’re not particularly fond of.
the second the baby is in his arms, satoru tenses up, thrown off-guard for a moment at the sudden action. however he then slowly begins to pull her closer to his chest, arms cradling her more securely now. it’s a bit awkward at first, because for once your poor husband hasn’t had a chance to prepare himself to hold her: no half an hour pep talk in the mirror as usual, no rubbing vanilla baby lotion into his hands before attempting to hold her — after all, apparently the scent of vanilla is soothing to young babies. hours of extensive research and a couple of youtube tutorials on how not to make your newborn daughter cry have taught him that much, at least.
much to his surprise, though, despite his total lack of preparation this time around, she seems to warm up to his touch immediately. despite being fast asleep, she nuzzles her tiny cheek against his chest a little, angling her head just a fraction inwards towards his warmth.
sure, maybe they’re just baby steps, if you can even call them that. but for the first time since his sweet daughter was born, satoru has actually been able to hold her without being subjected to sobs and screams. he tries to fight a tiny smile, and your heart flutters at the sight.
he stays stood there in silence, eyes crinkled in fondness as he peers down at the sleeping girl in his arms, cradling her like she’s precious. and after a few minutes of standing like that, a single, tiny tear begins to form in the corner of his eye, not quite falling yet. it stays there for a few seconds, clinging to soft dove-white lashes before the salty water finally rolls down his face, just barely brushing over the edge of his cheek.
with a tiny sniff, gojo quickly manages to recover his composure, letting his typical confident grin return back onto his features and simultaneously trying to pretend that his eyes aren’t currently going blurry with the threat of fresh, brand-new tears.
“ah— i knew it, so you do like me..!” he chokes out a weak laugh as he addresses the sleeping newborn, his voice half-subdued in a poor attempt at being quiet so as not to wake her. he dramatically crooks his head downwards, his ear right up next to your daughter’s face as though trying to ensure he can hear her better before he speaks up again. “…soo, this means that i’m the favourite parent, right??”
the nerve of him!
a/n: filler post sorry if the writing quality is poor i just wanted to post something💔
the idea came to me thanks to a dad sukuna fic i saw so creds to them!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
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suguru geto takes care of his sweet girl when she's sick :(
the rain is absolute misery against the bedroom window, that matches exactly how your head feels. your throat is scratchy, your limbs feel like lead, and the fever has left you trapped in that horrible, shivering limbo where you’re simultaneously too hot and too cold. you’ve buried yourself under three different blankets, trying to shrink away from your misery.
you hear the front door click open and closed, followed by the soft, familiar thud of suguru’s boots being kicked off in the entryway. usually, he’d call out a quiet greeting, but the house stays entirely silent. he already knows you're sick; you had texted him a weak, barely coherent message hours ago before passing out.
the bedroom door creaks open, letting in a sliver of warm hallway light. suguru stands in the doorway, already wearing his comfortable sweatpants and a soft, worn-out black t-shirt. his long dark hair is pulled up into a loose, messy ponytail with a few stray strands framing his face. his expression instantly softens the second his eyes land on the pathetic bundle of blankets on the bed.
"oh, my poor girl," he murmurs, his voice dropping into that incredibly low, honey-sweet tone he only uses when it’s just the two of you.
he doesn't immediately climb into bed. instead, he pads softly over to the side of the mattress, kneeling down so he’s at eye level with you. he reaches out a hand, his long, elegant fingers brushing a few damp strands of hair away from your forehead. his palm is cool against your burning skin, and you instinctively lean into his touch, letting out a weak & pathetic sigh.
"you're burning up a bit, sweetheart," he says gently, his thumb tracing a comforting line over your cheekbone. "have you taken anything yet?"
you shake your head under the blanket, blinking heavily up at him.
"alright. stay right here. i'll be right back, okay?"
he disappears back down the hallway, and you can hear the distant, comforting sounds of him moving around the kitchen. the soft clink of a ceramic mug, the low rumble of the electric kettle, and the opening of the medicine cabinet. even though you feel terrible, the sheer routine of him taking care of you makes you feel a hundred times better.
when suguru returns, he’s carrying a small tray. on it is a glass of ice water, a steaming mug of honey-lemon tea, and two small pills. he sets it down on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the mattress, the bed dipping under his weight.
"come here, let me help you up," he whispers. his large hands slide under your armpits, effortlessly lifting you up against the headboard so you can sit upright. you complain weakly about the cold air hitting your shoulders, but he just chuckles softly, pulling one of the thickest blankets up around your chin like a cocoon.
he holds the glass of water to your lips, letting you take a few small sips before handing you the medicine. once you’ve swallowed it, he guides the warm mug of tea into your hands, keeping his own hands wrapped around yours to keep them steady as you drink. the warm liquid instantly soothes the scratchiness in your throat.
"good job," he murmurs, taking the empty mug and setting it aside. "c'mere, sweet girl."
finally, suguru lifts the heavy blankets and slides onto the bed right beside you. he pulls you straight against his side, tucking your head securely into the dip where his neck meets his shoulder. one of his long arms wraps around your waist, pulling you so close that you can hear the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart. his other hand goes straight to your head, his long fingers gently massaging your scalp in slow, repetitive motions that instantly start to dull the pounding headache behind your eyes.
"close your eyes," he whispers against your hair.
you twist your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, shivering slightly as another wave of fever-chills hits you. suguru notices immediately. he shifts, pulling the blankets all the way up over both of your shoulders and pressing his entire, warm body against your back to act as a human radiator.
"don't come any closer," you mumble, your voice thick and stuffed up as you try to pull the blanket higher over your face. "you're going to get sick if you kiss me."
suguru just lets out a soft, amused huff, completely ignoring your warning as he sits down on the edge of the bed. he reaches out, gently tugging the edge of the blanket down just enough to reveal your eyes and your flushed, pink nose.
"i don't care," he murmurs softly, a tender smile playing on his lips.
before you can protest again, he leans down and presses a warm, lingering kiss right to the center of your forehead, then another one to the tip of your nose. he lingers there for a second, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from your watery eyes.
"if i get sick, then we can just stay in bed and look after each other," he whispers, sliding under the covers to pull you close against his chest. "now stop worrying and close your eyes, baby."
with suguru holding you like you're the most precious, fragile thing in the world, the misery of being sick starts to fade into the background. surrounded by his scent, his warmth, and the steady rhythm of his breathing, your eyelids grow impossibly heavy, and you finally drift off into a deep, healing sleep.
if you don't believe it, try it on me ☆ [cw] incest
part 1: chest problems? caleb can help
It’s become routine. Daily, even.
Nobody who catches sight of your newfound acts of comfort bats an eye anymore. Nobody except for gran, who continues to give you disturbed and disapproving looks.
“Caleb, take your hands out from underneath her shirt,” your grandma says sternly. Her wrinkles deepen as she frowns, pushing her reading glasses into her hair. “I don’t know how many times I need to say this. You are siblings. You don’t touch your little sister this way.”
“She’s comfortable. And knock before you come in. Don’t make me install a lock on the door.” Caleb stares back, as if challenging her. “Plus,” he presses his nose into your hair, “she’s sleeping. I don’t want to wake her up, do you?”
“This is hardly appropriate,” she replies instead, like a broken record, standing in front of where you both lie in Caleb’s bed. Her gaze holds disappointment and disgust. “I expected better from you. As her elder brother.”
“I’m doing a fine job,” Caleb mutters. “I’d do anything for her. And that includes taking care of all of her needs.”
Half sick of their arguing and half annoyed at the interrupted silence, you snuggle closer to him, hoping your actions will cease their arguments. Your movement effectively does its job without forcing you to admit that you’re awake.
“Just yell when dinner is ready,” Caleb sighs as he affectionately runs his hand through your hair. “I’ll stay here and keep my baby sister company until then.”
“Whatcha thinkin’ about, sis?” Caleb’s chin is hooked over your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist and hands comfortably cupping your breasts.
“Nothing,” you sigh, pushing your back against his chest. “This movie is boring.”
“To you, maybe,” he muses, but doesn’t argue. “Do you want to watch something else?”
“I want to get up.” Your butt is sore, body stiff from Caleb not letting you go for hours. The couch isn’t the most comfortable place ever. “You said that if we keep massaging them they’ll grow bigger but I haven’t seen a difference. Don’t tell me you tricked me again.”
“I didn’t,” Caleb denies quickly. “It really does work. I researched it for you, remember?”
The pads of his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your chest, as if reprimanding you for doubting him.
“I don’t see or feel a difference,” you argue, frustration bleeding into your voice.
“Stop raising your voice at your big brother,” Caleb blows a puff of air at your ear. “Be good.”
You sulk, falling limp in his hold. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” he says easily, tone light. “How about this?” Caleb helps you turn around in his lap, brushing his nose against yours intimately as his thumbs trace circles on your hips.
“What?”
He smiles at your impatience. “Why don’t we test it on me too? Then you can conduct this ‘experiment’ using your own rules, and see the results for yourself.”
You blink, raising your hands to press your palms to his pecs. “You want bigger boobs?”
“Would you like me less if I had them?”
“No,” you shake your head, eyes trained on his chest as you squeeze.
“We can start right now if you want,” he continues smoothly. “It’s not like you were paying attention to the movie, anyway.”
“You aren’t either!”
“Now I’m not,” Caleb corrects you, tapping your forehead before taking your hands gently. He guides you towards his abdomen, letting your fingertips glide up his muscles to take in every ridge and texture.
“Gēge,” you huff, squirming at the growing tension.
“Patience, I’ll let go and let you do your thing in a second.” Caleb pushes your hands higher, until the peaks of his nipples rest between your index and middle fingers.
Dragging your eyes away from his chest you take in his reaction, your own flush flooding your cheeks when you notice the red tips of his ears.
…And the big tent in his pants.
“Freak. Freaky, dummy, big brother Caleb.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he breathes out, voice cracking when you squeeze experimentally. “I’m just such a pervert for you, sis.”
Caleb lets go of your hands, letting you massage and squeeze his pecs to your own liking. Your head is foggy and your fingers move subconsciously, mind distracted rather than focused on criticizing Caleb’s massage techniques.
“Your chest is already big from working out,” you mutter, pinching and pulling at his nipples between your fingers.
Caleb groans, throwing his head back. “Don’t be so rough.” His voice is raspy, fingers digging into your waist as you disregard his request.
You pull his shirt up and expose his red, stiffening nipples. They’re swollen and puffy, and you wonder what it’ll look like if you bite them.
“I’ll be as rough as you are with me so you know how sore I get,” you huff, lowering your head. You blow on his nipple gently and his hips buck up, grinding his crotch against yours. “Stay still, gēge!”
“Sorry, sorry,” he gulps. “Just, go easy on me?” He has a sheepish grin on his face, and a slight glow from receiving this much attention from you.
“Just—whatever. I will help you with this every day,” you declare, rubbing your thumbs against the stiff peaks. “You have to listen to me, okay?”
Caleb nods.
“Say thank you.”
“Thank you, baby sister,” he murmurs as he wets his bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue. “You’re so sweet for helping big brother.”
You nod in approval, leaning down once again to take his nipple into your mouth. His whole body jerks, and moans tumble from his mouth. He doesn’t bother to ignore the rise in his pants anymore.
“Lil’ sis,” he rasps, pushing down on your hips to feel more friction on his cock. “Haah, you think the same technique will give us the same results here?”
Caleb bucks his hips up, letting his cock press between the fat of your cunt, visible through your thin pants.
“Hey!” You pinch his nipples hard, but Caleb groans in pleasure instead, wrapping his strong arms around your middle to pull you close. His head drops to your shoulder, teeth biting your skin to hold back his moans.
“Fuck, just—” Caleb starts to rut into you like a dog, his swollen length rubbing against your chubby folds. “Stay still and be good for me, sis. We’re just experimenting to see if massaging will work down there, too.”
Each pass at your clit makes you forget about the rebuttals and arguments you want to say, head tilting back as Caleb does all the work, bruising your neck and pushing you to orgasm.
“I want to help,” you stutter, eyes blinking rapidly as you start to grind down on him. Pride flickers through your chest when Caleb moans. It makes you more eager to help your big brother, grinding and pulling at his hair.
“You already are, baby. Just keep grindin’ your cute lil’ pussy on your big brother’s cock,” he says, words slurred as he shuts his eyes tight.
Your brother’s cock. The words land heavy and hot, being spoken outright, making your cunt clench around nothing.
You nod frantically, tugging his head back by his hair, exposing his bobbing Adam’s apple. You think about leaving marks that gran would see at breakfast. You think about her frown and the way she'd look at you both, and you want it.
Because then everyone would know.
“I’m close, gēge. Give me more…!”
"Gonna cum on your big brother's cock like you did last night? And the night before?" His voice cracks on the last word, desperation bleeding through the teasing.
Caleb’s hips stutter at your pleas. His hand reaches down to press his thumb against your throbbing clit through the damp fabric, rubbing quick circles.
“Go on. Cum for big brother, before gran comes back and scolds us again.” With a couple more thrusts up Caleb spills ropes into his pants, creamy, sticky semen seeping through his pants and against your cunt.
The warmth of his release and friction against your clit make you whine, tumbling into your own climax. Your wetness pools in your panties, smearing against his bulge as you ride out your high, the mess a testament of your desire for one another.
“We have to clean up quickly,” you mutter. “I don’t want to get in trouble if gran sees the mess on the couch.”
Caleb shrugs. “The couch has seen worse.” A comfortable silence fills the air as you melt into him. The tip of his index finger dips under the band of your pants, tracing the rim of your panties.
“…Think I can keep those? For the experiment, of course.”
18+ mdni! cw: incest, big bro x lil sis, kiss kiss, getting caught??
"C'mon...dont look away from me now." Giggles came out of your mouth, and a handsome grin stretched upon the face of big bro. Eyes hooded as he look down on you, perched on his lap with a cheeky smirk on your face.
"Let me kiss that lips. Just a little bit." Pursing his lips, He push himself to catch the plush of your lips only to be met with the skin of your cheek, and you chuckle again.
"Brat. What a damn, damn brat." And he's smooching all over your face, lips smacking in loud 'mwah's, earning more giggles and half-hearted "stop.." "so gross." came out of your mouth even as you let yourself being assaulted with kisses.
His hands were all over you, groping and probbing the fat of your sides, fingers tugging at the waistband of your shorts, slipping in past your panties to grab at the full of your ass. And you grind when you feel the hard of him poking through his pants.
"No kisses for me?" He ask, looking down at you with expectant smile and hopeful eyes. And you only smirk up at him, cheeky smile quirking up your face. "No."
"Fine. And you're buying me ice cream."
His body deflated, a disappointed sigh came out his mouth, and you grin, "even a little bit?" You love to rile him up. And you felt the way his fingers stretching your asscheek, making your asshole probe against nothing.
"Deal."
And when he got his lips on yours, he's not wasting for a bit. All teeth and tongue, lapping up at the saliva of your mouth as he eat your face out, and you mostly moan when he top up with circling his finger around your asshole.
"Stick your tongue out f'me." And you did, tongue laid out flat as he suck on them, twirling it around with his, then proceed to surge forward to lock his lips back into yours, groaning at the mess you two make, swapping spit and everything.
All while the mic of his computer still on. Catching every smack of lips agains lips, huff of heavy breaths and your whimpers mixed with his deep grunts.
"He's fucking? Mic on???"
"Oh my fucking god."
"Im bricked up."
"There's no way he's this stupid."
Though he cant hear their voices because he's muted by the connected headphone, the mic was the problem. Been like that since you barge into his gaming session and hop onto his lap, demanding attention, making him have put his headphone down and brought us to the scene right now.
The lobby of his game still displayed on his pc screen, where his friends literally either freaking out or trying to act like they didnt just hear anything, but seriously? They heard everything.
And you two were lost in the feeling of eating each other faces to snap back into reality.
That's the thing that make you two stop, looking at each other because mom's back. "Tck. Mood killer." You mumble, and big bro could only chuckle at your mood drop. Leaning forward to kiss at your glossy lips, "that's your cue to leave."
Not when a loud, high-pitched voice came calling out from the kitchen. "Why is the dishes not clean yet??!"
He shook his head as he watch the figure of your back leave, decide to sit up straight on his gaming chair and put the headphone back around his head. "Sorry guys, i got distracted."
He take his hands back out from your shorts, not before grabbing a rough handful of your ass through them, "dont forget my ice cream." You peck at his lips, then hop off his lap to face whatever mom's got going on.
Chaos erupted.
"That wasn't the wind at all bro."
"Yo, what the fuck?"
"Im bricked up by voices. That's a shame, even for me."
"You really dont know your mic were on the whole time?"
Big bro instantly stiffen, a dread of anxiety rushing through his veins. "My mic was on?" He sound in disbelief by himself.
And more chaos came, his friends chirping up more comments about how clumsy he is, if he's really fucking while still on lobby, who the mystery gal and 'im really bricked.'
But a voice stops everyone, another member that had gone quiet since the first time, decided to open up.
He knows that tone. He knows for hell, who it is. That was his best friend. The one who'd been his bro since middle school, crashing into the house, dead by snacks and late night gaming session.
"That's your sister, right?"
So it's no wonder if he's familiar with your voice. Because the guy been there for half his time.
That's gonna make the whole things more messed up, but it'll be enough to cover up his other friends that doesn't know everything.
Big bro had to think fast, and all he could come up was a "No. That's my new girlfriend."
And big bro knows, his best friend pretty sure catch the lie falling out his mouth. He just hope he doesn't fuck up that bad.
a/n: im starting to think that im no good at making my blog stay active.... 😞😞😞 MY PROCASTINATOR ASS WONT LET ME BE PRODUCTIVE RAAAAHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭
For the anon that req on incel neet big bro, here you go!
18+
╰┈➤ cw: incest, big bro x lil sis, incel big bro, lovestruck lil sis awww 😣😣🩷, nothing major. Perhaps, oh, shotgunning smoke...
Lil sis that doesn't know the thing her big bro had been fighting or gone through, and big bro that been avoiding her because 'he just is'. You just thought, this last few weeks.. big bro looks so lonely.
You dont know about the incel, neet trait he'd been giving out, throwing sharp comments as he spoke out 'it's not my job' when mom told him to do his own laundry, mom shouting out 'make yourself helpful, ungrateful brat!' as he quickly lock himself in his room again.
So you took the dirt to clean it up, it's the least you could do to help your brother going through whatever it is. But sometimes, you stood by his door, listening through the wood to make sure he's still breathing, or at least alive. You miss the time where he would accompany you doing things, watching movies together, eating in the same bowl. God, you miss him.
So one night, you stood over his door and knock, vibrating with nervous energy as he open his door with bored, lazy gesture. "What?" it's clear he's not expecting such.. guest. Preferably his lil sis, standing out his door, lips pressed into thin line.
"Nothing. Just wanna check on you." you tried to be casual, and failing miserably, blinking up at him as you shift your weight from foot to foot. "Oh, okay-" "can i come in?" you're quick to say before he could even close the door on your face. Then he open the door wider so you can step in with a hum on the back of his throat.
You literally skip to step into the sanctum of his room. And it's very... Him. Everything was everywhere, literally not in it's own place, but the place clean enough were his pc setup, the screen showing some kind of codes... You couldn't possibly understand.
He sat himself on the chair in front of his setup, slouching down as he lit up a cig, leaving you stood there, with nothing but the domain of him as he huff out some smoke through his lips, literally eye-ing you up and down.
"Could've been doing anything except being here." he spoke, voice deep and rough. And you pout at how dismissive he is, "is it that wrong to see my own brother?" you huff, and a smirk pulled over the corner of his lips, patting his lap for an invitation. "C'mere." and you sat yourself between his legs, back pressed against his chest.
His legs shift the chair to face the pc, fingers working through the keyboard as you watch him work. Clueless. "Mom send you here?" "no. Why would she?" he love the way you dont shit around. It's what he need, something that isnt a bullshit. Women are shit, everything were shit, but you... you're only his lil sis, even as he tried to hate you because he wants to cover up the truth of what he's been going through.
"What are you doing here?" you gesture to the code and layers of... more codes. "Something your little brain cant understand." a pout form on your lips, he look over at the way it pursed so cutely. cigarette dangle over the corner of his mouth. "Showoff. You're not mysterious saying things like that. Could've just told me what it is without making me look dumb." and he smirk, chuckling under his breath, smoke coming along. "Alright, princess."
Then you look around the room, at the mess, at the way it represent him, but you're too clueless to even thought about it. "You never clean your room? Literally garbage's everywhere." he just huff and take a drag of his cig. "I dont have time for that." "Oh im sure you have lots of free time for doing a little cleaning." you sass, and he rolled his eyes, huffing the smoke out your way. "Look at this room, like a toddler playing with his toys and doesn't want to clean up. You could've ask me if you wanna clean up. You know i would hel-"
suddenly, your chin were tipped up, his lips pressed against yours and you felt his tongue pushing through your mouth, your eyes gone wide, then he push out the smoke he'd been saving into your mouth, you immediately cough. "What are you-" more cough came out your mouth as you felt your throat burn. Tongue sticking out as he watch you struggle, a wide grin stretched upon his face, huffing out some more smoke. "Shit.. Princess. Didnt think it be that bad."
not a single guilt was seen in his face cause he looks like someone who just won something ridiculous. And you're choking on your cough. "You're killing me." he smirk once again. "Dramatic." he casually state, pecking at your cheek, the handsome grin still stretched upon his face, and you're merely in awe at the way he looks.
His hand trailed up, still tipping your chin up, wrapping around your throat. Not gripping, just there, heavy and striking like it took him only a second to cut your breath away. "Should i make it up to you?" the way he spoke, rough like he's talking from the bottom of his heart. But there's no warmth, just cold and danger of the unknown. You're instantly putty in his hold.
Huffing out a "yes." like it's your last breath. He leaned down, nose brushing over your jaw as he open his mouth to nip at the skin of your neck. "Cant hear you loud and clear, princess."
In that moment, you could'nt care less on the wrong or whatever's going on with your big bro. Because you got his attention, that's what it matters. You'll love him, even through the wrong and fault he make, because he's always been innocent in your eyes. He's your big bro, and you'll always love him.
a/n: this is so rough so deepest apologize if i make some mistakes but uh... Big bro. 😋😋😋
satoru is obsessed with your tits; tell him to stop being weird, and he will pout for hours until you let him continue. at first, you always huffed and softly slapped his hand away whenever he did shove his under your shirt. but now? now you know his tells, his impulses, you let him shove his hands under whatever piece of material you’re wearing and let him have his fun.
it does happen when you’re cooking, but mostly when you’re laying between his legs with your back comfortably against his chest. his hands like to wander, starting with your thighs, drags his fingers up and down them slowly, content enough while watching the TV, but then they’re sliding under your shirt, hands sliding up and down your hips before his fingers skim across your ribs and before you know it his hands are instantly on your tits, cupping and squeezing them like his own personal stress ball.
tonight though satoru’s got his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, fingertips dragging up your bare back every few seconds before back to your waist, a simple effective pattern that causes goosebumps to rise on your skin. you’re both relaxed in your bed, some shitty comedy plays in the background, volume low and comfortable but you’re more focused on your giant white haired boyfriend, fingers threading through his soft locks each time he shifts.
“they’re like my own pillows,” he mutters lazily, burying his face right between your tits, hands tightening around your waist. “plush pillows, extra comfort, if you will.”
“toru, you’re so weird,” you scoff playfully but can’t stop the giggle that slips out when he hums and shakes his head side to side slightly. “seriously, are you going to hold and play with them all night?”
to prove his point once again he squeezes them in his hands, a smirk smug appearing on his lips at the sudden jolt of your body. “mhmm, you like it, don’t you, sweetheart?” he doesn’t stop, nor moves from between your legs, stays put and laughs each time your nails scratch at his scalp each time he squeezes or even pinches your nipples between his fingertips. “think ya do like this, baby, a little too much.”
“as if you don’t like touching my tits a little too much every day anyway,” you try to sound tough, but it comes out weak; your hands slip from his hair to his shoulder, where you grip gently, not pulling him in closer but not pushing him away either. you’ve always been weak in the knees to his touch, no matter what. “you have an oral fixation with them, surely.”
“never said i didn’t, didn’t prove i do either,” satoru admits, another sly grin tugging at his lips suddenly due to his own words. “but now that you mention it, maybe i do have one.”
“what does that me— oh shit” your words are cut off instantly, a moan slips past instead, the second he’s wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, his tongue slowly and painfully swirling around the hard bud like nothing else matters in the world, and maybe it doesn’t. especially not when it comes to you. you’re the only thing that ever matters to him. “okay, you do have one.” you gasped, fingers reaching back up and tugging at the soft white hair you love so much.
your back arches up into him, chest pushing closer to his mouth when his teeth graze around your nipple, nails curling into his soft hair even harder each time he repeats the action, smirking smugly around the bud. “asshole.” you moan and slowly find your body relaxing at his touch despite your words.
he alternates between both your tits, spending a few minutes biting, licking and sucking one while pinching the other before switching and giving the other the same attention. doesn’t stop nor slow down whenever your fingers tug and pull harder on his hair, if anything it spurs him on to keep going.
by the time he pulls away, a small break it you will, his cheeks are flushed, that same blush creeps down his neck hotly, a string of spit connected to his lips and one of your nipples, said lips curl up into a dangerous smirk when you pant again, staring at him with hooded eyes and a lazy smile. “you always taste so sweet, honey.”
you don’t reply, or you simply can’t because he’s wrapping his lips around your other nipple again before you can even think about replying to his words, his hand kneads at your other tit, pinching and pulling gently at the sensitive bud between his fingertips. “toru, jesus christ, you’re so messy,” you whine at the sight of more spit coating his chin and tug at his hair harder.
the tug pulls a harsh groan from him that vibrates throughout your body and your legs tighten around his waist now that he’s positioned his body more or so that he’s laying on top of you, eager to touch and taste you. he hums each time you squirm beneath him when his teeth once again scrape your nipple, his other hand not one let up his kneading motion. smirks at each high pitched whine and whimper that tumbles out of your lips when he bites just a little harder, tugs, lets it go with a pop! and repeat.
it’s only when you squirm a little more, trying to gently shove him away because it feels so good that you feel like you’re going to explode, he removes his hand and grabs the hand you once had in his hair and pins it to your side, not roughly or mean. bright blue eyes peer at you intently finally, having lifted his head just to stop you moving. “now now, princess, let me have my fun, s’cute watching you squirm just from me usin my mouth on your tits.”
child of divorce yuji forcing you to call your ex!husband sukuna to say goodnight.
you had refused all week to give into yuji's plan that he had stolen from the internet. you were mature, healed and too busy to deal with these little dares. but it was up until one bored evening where you had finally succumbed to his challenge.
Your phone was on speaker, with the line ringing for the contact name of your ex-husband which was simply titled 'sukuna'.
no love hearts, no kisses or nicknames. you were completely over him and have been for years. the only reason you stay in touch with him is for Yuji's sake.
"I don't think he'll pick up yuj' " you murmured to him slightly. "your dad's been busy these past few days.'
and just like the old days, Sukuna always manages to prove you wrong -he always needed to embarrass you, even when he wasn't even here in the flesh.
"hello?" a coarse voice rings out on the other end of the line.
"hello." you respond and immediately you feel your stomach fall in knots. you're nervous. and you don't even know why.
looking up at yuji, his expectant face is watching eagerly as if he enjoys torturing you. he mouths "say it! say it!" and you feel like you have no choice but to continue with your dare.
you swallow down your nerves and attempt to speak as nonchalant as possible. "I just wanted to call and say goodnight."
There's a pause and there's something inside you that just knows how much he's smirking right now.
"Oh really?" he starts putting on a sultry tone, "you haven't done that in a while, is something wrong?"
you pull a face, willing your body to not fall for his tone of voice. no you won't fall like you did all those years ago. absolutely not. "No, I just wanted to say goodnight."
"do you need me to come over and tuck you in as well or....?"
"no! uhm, I mean no I'm fine but y'know I hope you have a good night."
yuji's meanwhile in the corner of the room clenching his stomach and trying his hardest not to let out a laugh.
"hmmm."
"what?"
"cut the crap."
"I'm not-" you start but sukuna manages to cut you off pretty quickly.
"listen, either tell me what you really want or don't bother wasting my time."
you pull a face, "me telling you good night is a waste of your time now?"
"yes."
"what are you even doing right now? it's 11pm and i know you don't have shit to do."
"don't turn this on me, baby, this is all about you."
"don't call me baby." you mutter.
"then don't call me to say good night."
you roll your eyes, you should have known that even the conversation of 'good night' would naturally turn into an argument between the two of you.
"is yuji good? you sure you don't need me to come over to help take care of a pre-teen?" he mocks.
"i don't" you bite, "i was just being kind and saying goodnight, i know how lonely it must get over there. are you sure you're doing alright?" your tone is filled with sarcasm, attempting to play sukuna at his favourite game.
"i dunno', " he starts, "i might need to come over to your bed so you can keep me company.'
you immediately hang up. you're done and finished. whilst yuji's laughing away in the corner all you can do is roll your eyes at the conversation.
but there's a little part.
a little part of you that you won't ever admit to yourself that misses him.
unbeknownst to you, on the other side there's still a smirk on sukuna's face as he sets the phone down, ruminating on the fact that there's also a part of him that misses you.
the concept of "personal property" is foreign to your roommate. what belongs to him and what belongs to you simply does not exist in the vocabulary of his.
so when you enter your shared apartment after a grueling nine-hour shift, you already recognize the rhythmic buzz echoing down the hallway. it’s the exact same sound you’ve confronted him about three times this month.
you march down the carpeted hallway and throw the bedroom door wide, not even bothered to knock because he certainly didn’t ask permission to breach your space.
and there he is, your thoroughly infuriating, completely shameless roommate, sprawled across your duvet with those absurdly long, pale legs monopolizing the entire mattress. his glasses are askew on his face, the lenses clouded from his own ragged gasps as he rubs your favourite wand's head against his sensitive cockhead—smearing his sticky pre-cum all over.
“gojo!” you snap, your delivery flat and dripping with unadulterated irritation. "you are doing it again?!"
he lacks even the basic decency to look up from his own groin, refusing to acknowledge your presence at the foot of your bed. his chest heaves under an oversized anime t-shirt, hips giving a pathetic, needy little twitch against the mattress as the rattle of the motor continues to pleasure his nerve endings. he rolls his head back into your pillows, letting out a shaky, wet moan that sounds nearly pornographic.
“shh… wait a sec,” he pants, his voice thick and raspy; a world apart from his typically fast-talking cadence that usually annoys the shit out of you. “i'm almost there. don’t be mad, it just… it feels so much better than my hands…”
you’ve had the boundary talks. you’ve threatened to lock your door (which he can bypass anyway). you’re tired, your feet hurt, and the audacity of him sitting in your room, treating your personal drawer like his own candy shop without an ounce of shame, makes your blood boil.
you stride over to the bed, and before his overstimulated brain can register the sudden movement, you reach down and wrench his hand away from his crotch, sending the toy clattering onto the floorboards.
“hey!” he whines, a petulant, spoiled-brat pout instantly forming on his lips as his eyes finally dart up to yours. “i was literally right there! c’mon, that’s just cruel—”
unable to tolerate his dumb whining a second longer, you drop to your knees beside the mattress and clamp your hand around the bottom of his cock with intentional force. before he can even puff at the sudden restriction of his blood flow, you raise your other hand to land a stinging slap directly across the pink flesh of his angry cockhead with a loud smack!
satoru gasps, his spine arching off beautifully as his body spasms from the impact. his vivid blue eyes are now blown wide, blinking rapidly behind his spectacles while a miserable whimper spills from his plush lips. "do you think you can just use my things because you are too lazy to buy your own?"
to penalize his arrogance further, ensuring the lesson sinks into his imbecile brain, you squeeze your thumb and forefinger around the tender skin beneath the swollen mushroom tip and pinch, using enough force to guarantee a lasting red mark.
the reaction is instantaneous. the agony of the nip, combined with another slap across his aching cock, pushes his nervous system into overload. satoru releases a startled shriek, his hips thrashing desperately as he tries to wrench his hips away from your horrific grip, thighs jerking against the sheets in a futile attempt to escape the blinding pain.
but your hands are unrelenting, and the torment only accelerates the climax. his cock throbs spastically as if its trying to communicate something using morse code before he erupts.
thick, pearly ropes of cum shoot straight up, splattering across his own flat stomach and the hem of his shirt, dripping down the pale skin of his abs.
“oh god—” he groans, voice cracking as his upper body collapses back into the pillows, the sudden impact knocking his spectacles off his nose to land sideways on the mattress. he looks like a total wreck; his mouth hanging open, a thin strand of saliva bridging his lips as he stares up at you with dazed, dilated pupils that consume his baby blue irises.
even as the intense peak subsides, his hips give one final, weak throb against your hand, and he possesses the sheer nerve to smile—a lazy, unrepentant smirk forming on his stupidly handsome face.
“do… do that again,” he whispers, breathless and shameless as ever, cocking his head like an overly enthusiastic bunny. “slap it again for me...?”
suguru’s new snakebite piercings are hot, but they have a downside
little shiny rings on either side of his bottom lip.
your boyfriend had just gotten his snakebite piercings yesterday, and saying he looked good was an understatement.
suguru had plenty of piercings. his ear gauges, eyebrow, and dermal to name a few. he was used to the healing process, and so were you, as you had been with him for many of them.
but you weren’t a fan of the healing process of his snakebites in particular. anything that kept you from your boyfriends sweet lips was an inconvenience.
you were laying atop him in bed, his hands on your hips, fingers stretching to the small of your back.
you pressed gentle kisses to his lips, when you accidentally slipped your tongue into his mouth and caught his piercing when you pulled away.
he hissed quietly, “be careful, baby.” his words were gentle, expression calm despite the slight sting of pain you had caused.
you frowned, brows creasing. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to- i just got carried away..” you said softly, pressing a brief, extremely light kiss to each of his new lip rings.
he let out a soft hum, smiling up at you.
“don’t worry. just be patient.” suguru’s fingers gently rubbed shapes into your lower back.
“they’ll be healed soon.” he added. “just another few days, sweetheart.”
“okay…” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his.
he took note of your disappointment, his voice dropping lower. “i promise, when it’s fully safe, you can have my mouth however you’d like.” he said with a cheeky little smile, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
these next few days would be torturous.
||a/n: this is a sign to get whatever piercing you’ve been thinking of getting 💆♀️
guys PLEASE let’s become oomfs if we have similar interests cuz i love talking to u guys
bully!gojo who drinks too much at a party and he just can’t stop thinking about you.
you wake up to him stumbling into your room at some ungodly hour. it’s takes you a moment to realise it’s him, and you quickly sit up.
“toru? wha-, how did you get in here?” you whisper shout. he freezes, his big blue eyes locking onto yours.
“shit, s-sorry baby. didn’t mean to be noisy.” his words slur, and a faint blush covers his face. he eventually gets to your bed and sits down, his hands planted to balance himself.
“are you okay? you seem a little off?” you ask, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. gojo giggles, a sound you’ve never heard.
“i’m just a liiiiitttttle tipsy. sukuna brought jelly shots.” he giggles again and its like his eyes cant seem to look away from you.
“oh, was it a fun night?”
“hm, no. everyone so boring.” he pouts. “this girl kept trying to take off my belt.”
“o-oh.”
“yeah. i kept saying i had a girlfriend, but she won’t listen.” he says. his eyes seem almost glossy, and you can almost feel a sense of shame from him.
you really shouldn’t do this. he literally broke in, and treats you like shit nearly every day. plus, if your parents found out there was a boy in your bed, they would kill you.
“do, do you wanna stay here?” you whisper.
he lights up again, a smile slowly covering his face.
“y-you’d let me? but i’m so mean.”
“it’s okay, i’ll forgive you for just this once.”
he looks at you again before crawling over to you and getting under the covers. he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close against him.
“thank you. you’re really nice to me.”
“go to sleep toru.”
“y’know, i’d, i’d give you anything.”
“you don’t know what you’re saying.”
“do you want a big house? with a pool? i’ll g-get one for us. promise. a-and kids.”
you could hear sukuna stumbling through your apartment, bumping into your coffee table before dramatically collapsing onto your couch, letting the cushions envelop him while he nuzzled into the pillows.
“sukuna…? it’s 1am what the fuck are you doing out here?”
“i missed you, sweetheart.” he slurred out, reaching out to your form and missing by a mile before falling face first into your couch again.
“good god you’re wasted.”
“m nottt—.”
“let’s get you to bed, yeah?”
“nooo.” he was whining with his face in the cushions now, slowly lifting himself up, his eyes glossed over and his lips jutted in a pout while he stared at you.
“come on, big guy.” you said, walking towards him while he swayed a little trying to get himself up.
“that’s not my name.”
you moved close to him, slowly running your fingers though his hair—right before he dragged you onto the couch, crushing your head in his chest while he pressed wet kisses against your cheek.
“kuna ew you reek of alcohol!”
“gods, why do you put up with me?” he hushed out, nuzzling his face into your chest, mumbling against your shirt.
“w—what?” you sputtered out, slowly patting his back while he sniffled against you—because sukuna ryomen was always tougher than this.
rough around the edges, always stoic, it was strange to see him all teary eyed and needy in your grasp, planting sloppy kisses against your neck while he slurred about how perfect you were.
“t’ good for me y’know..”
“oh? what’s this about, kuna?”
“you’re soo pretty and perfect and fuck i really don’t deserve you.”
drunk minds speak sober thoughts, right? you were giggling to yourself, because it was ridiculous—ryomen sukuna was everything you wanted in a person, serious, smart and with wits that knew no end, what was there not to love?
“oh ryo…”
“don’t say—anything.”
“i won’t, ryo.” you cooed, the nickname practically melting him into a puddle while he settled his cheek on your chest sniffling away while you ran your fingers through his blush coloured hair.
“i love you, kuna:
“i—love you too.” he slurred, tripping over his own words before collapsing on you like a dead fish, holding you down underneath his warmth with his nose buried in the crook of your neck.
that was the first time sukuna had it in him to ever say he loved a person—it wouldn’t be the last, but if a couple of shots are what had him stumbling straight to your arms, you would’ve gotten him drunk ages ago.
you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, still toying with his hair while he snored softly atop you, mumbling something about how he had to thank whatever force was up there that got him to you. and it was clear as day, frat president sukuna ryomen was just a sappy, pathetic loser.
i lowk forgot how to write bro. but we’re so close to another milestone i’m so freaking hyped ily guys and trust me i’m cookin
1.5k — cw : incest, dubcon. based on this request <3
Suguru is waiting in his room when you get home, knowing you'll come seek him out. Judging by the way you slammed the door shut and let out a frustrated groan, he guesses your date went poorly. Not that he feels bad for you.
You've been insufferable over the last few months. He supposes he has been too though. The two of you built up a tension that has no right to exist between a brother and a sister, and yet you both feed into it like it's your jobs.
You're always sitting on his lap when you can, distracting him while he's trying to watch a movie or play a game. But then again, when he gets irritated and you move away with a huff, he's the same one dragging you back on top of him with an apology kiss.
When he's showering, you decide that it's the perfect time to use the bathroom, pulling your pants down in front of the glass shower door when you know he's looking. He always shouts at you to get out, that you're being annoying, but then he's wrapping a hand around his stiff cock a minute later, pumping himself to the view of his little sister taking a piss.
And of course that only sends you rushing out, but not before telling him that he's gross and a pervert. You run straight from the bathroom to your bedroom where you end up with a hand stuffed down your pants, playing with your pussy while you think about your brother.
You know it's wrong, that's why you've never done anything more. Sometimes Suguru tries to push the boundaries a little, snaking a hand under your shirt or grinding your hips down when you're sitting on his lap. But then you swat him away, like you want nothing to do with him.
Which is fucking ridiculous too considering he sees the kinds of guys you're dating. Tall and lean, dark eyes and long dark hair. You really couldn't be any more transparent.
So when you barge into his room after another failed date, his patience for you has already worn away.
"Suguuu," you whine.
"Don't care," he doesn't even look up from where he's sitting at his desk with a controller in his hands.
"I haven't even said anything!"
He shoots you a deadpan look that says it doesn't matter. You roll your eyes, walking right in front of his TV before hopping on top of his desk.
Suguru groans, shutting off his game and turning to you. "What do you want?"
"I want to hang out. I just had the worst date you know." You adjust the way you're sitting, spreading your legs a tad wider, giving Suguru a clear view up your skirt.
His eyes flit down to where you're perched, lingering a moment as he stares at the glimpse of your panties that you've given him. Then his eyes are back on you, his expression unchanged. "You say that every time," he points out.
You chew on your lip, irritated that you're not getting much of a reaction out of your brother. "He was really cute though, like hot."
He glares at you for a moment before standing and stepping closer to you until you're forced to crane your neck to look up at him.
"And what does any of this have to do with me?"
Swallowing thickly, you try to find a quick reply. "I'm just sharing, that's all."
"No, you're not," he snaps. "You know, I'm pretty tired of this."
"This…?" you ask, and he scoffs.
Suguru flips your skirt up, fully revealing to him the pair of panties you chose to wear tonight.
"Hey! Don't do that—" you move to hit his hand but he just grabs your wrist, stopping you.
"I'm sick of you pretending you don't want me," he tugs you closer to him until you can feel his breath fanning against your neck. He inhales, scowling as he smells your perfume—the one you selected for your 'date.'
"We can't, Sugu," you protest weakly. You don't try to pull away.
"Mm, is that why you say my name when you touch yourself? And go on all those dates with losers who look like me?" His free hand trails down your side, giving your thigh a squeeze before pulling your legs apart. "It's just the next best thing, right?"
Your heart races, finally being confronted with what you've been dancing around for months, what you've been trying to avoid. Though, if you weren't ready to face the reality of what's going on between you two then you shouldn't have been egging it on.
You shouldn't have been dangling Suguru's doppelgängers in his face, showing off your panties and practically begging for his attention.
"It's not like that," you say, but even your tone conveys that you know that's bullshit.
Suguru laughs, slipping his hands between your thighs. You close them on instinct but he just forces them open again.
"I don't think every sister gets this wet for their brother," Suguru rubs your cunt, feeling you over the thin fabric of your underwear. It wasn't that damp when you got dropped off. "C'mon, tell your big brother how he makes you feel."
You can’t bring yourself to do it.
You can’t even when Suguru yanks your panties to the side, plunging two long fingers into your tight hole. You tell him to stop, keep pleading that it's not right even though you're holding onto his shoulder as he curls the digits perfectly inside you. Your back arching into his chest, you seek to be impossibly closer to him when his thumb finds your clit.
"Say it," he rasps, "say it's me who you want."
You still don't.
And yet you whine pathetically when Suguru pulls his hand away, leaving you soaked and desperate for the orgasm that he denied you.
But then he sinks to his knees, sliding your legs onto his shoulders as he stuffs his face into your pussy. You taste fucking incredible. The flavor of you is so addictive, only complemented by the immorality of it being on his tongue that’s buried inside his baby sister's cunt.
Suguru's frustration grows when he hears you above him, scolding him as you usually do, saying that he's being gross. Saying that you don't want to do this with him, all the while you're grinding down onto his face, smearing your slick around his mouth and nose while you greedily accept every ounce of pleasure he's offering.
Your brother pours all of his anger into ravaging you. He eats you out like a man starved, shoving his fingers back inside you while he sucks on your clit until you're trembling in his hold and cumming with a reluctant moan.
He wipes his mouth as he rises to his feet again, staring down at you with his pupils blown wide. "You think any of those guys could have made you feel that good?"
Your chest is heaving as you meet his gaze, speechless.
"They couldn't," he answers for you. "They'd never be able to satisfy a slut like you that cums in her brother's mouth."
"D-don't say that, Sugu. That's fucked."
"Oh, give me a break." He palms at the bulge in his pants, trying to relieve some of the ache. He's so hard that he's probably dripping pre in his briefs already.
And of course, you're so damn stubborn that you still try to pretend that you don't want Suguru when he sinks his cock into you, even as you're wrapping your ankles around his hips. Not to mention the fact that your pussy is sopping wet, making it so easy for him to slide in and out of you.
The desk is rocking beneath you as Suguru slams his hips into yours with a force so strong you're worried you'll break. Your brother has two fingers hooked in your mouth, using them as leverage to pound into you harder and relishing in the way you gargle and gag around him.
He'd gotten sick of hearing you still bitching and moaning about how wrong this is, deciding that he needed to shut you up. If his fingers didn't work, then his words would have when he asked you how your cum tasted on your brother's fingers.
It's only when you orgasm for the second time tonight that your brother gets what he's been asking for the whole time. He frees your mouth of his fingers when he can feel your pussy throbbing around his length, leaving you gasping for air. And the first word out of your mouth is the most perfect cry of Suguru's name as you fall apart for him.
As stubborn as you are, Suguru always knows what you need, sometimes it just takes a little effort to coax it out of you.
Like now, even after you've came on your brother's mouth, fingers, and cock, you still say he can't cum inside you. But he knows that once you realize how good it feels to have him filling you up, you'll never argue with him again.
