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HusbandKuna x Reader who lost her memory
After a tragic accident erased your memories, you no longer remember the man you married. Unfortunately for you, Ryomen Sukuna remembers everything. And he'll do whatever it takes to make you remember him too.
Everything was so much weird.
When you first opened your eyes, the world was a blur of harsh lights and a rhythmic, annoying beep that made your head throb. A crowd of people were hovering over your bed, their faces twisted into expressions of pure horror and desperation. It felt like they were looking at a ghost or maybe a god that had suddenly fallen from the sky. The moment you blinked and stared back at them with blank, unrecognizing eyes, the room dissolved into quiet, breathless weeping.
You were completely utterly lost. Who was the woman with the dark circles under her eyes calling herself Shoko? Why was she gripping your hand like her entire world was ending? You knew your own name y/n echoed clearly in the empty caverns of your mind, but beyond that single fact, there was only a vast, terrifying void. You understood the modern world. you knew what a smartphone was, you recognized the concept of Wi-Fi, and when you mumbled those details, the doctors in the room let out collective, gasping sighs of relief.
But the real shock came twenty minutes later.
The heavy door to the hospital room burst open with a violent slam. A man lunged inside like a madman, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. You had never seen anyone look like him. His hair was a soft, striking shade of pastel pink so pretty and unexpected that you wondered for a fleeting second if he had dyed it just to stand out. Dark, intricate tattoos mapped across his skin, curling around his sharp cheekbones and framing his eyes. And those eyes... they were a piercing, burning red, swirling with a volatile mixture of terrifying rage and profound, shattering sadness.
Had to go and make me cry 😭😭😭
After hours
pairing: collegestudent!sukuna x ta!reader
summary: Being a TA as an overworked college student is bad enough, and meeting with Sukuna, the most insufferable person you know every week doesn’t make things better. Especially not when he’s exploiting your attraction to him.
cw: university AU, fingering, cunnilingus, hate-fucking, sukuna is a shithead, biting, smut, piv, cockwarming, enemies to lovers (if you squint), little to no plot
a/n: this felt like pulling teeth
divider by @enchanthings
college!student Sukuna had not expected things to lead up to this.
The TA that hates him, currently on his lap with your skirt pulled up over the curve of your ass while he played with your pussy with your panties pushed to the side. He had to admit you were so cute like this. The pretty sounds you made almost had him believing he was dealing with a different person.
“So wet, already,” he crooned, fingers coating teasing your folds “You sure you don’t like me?”
“S-shut the f—ah!” you let out an embarrassingly high pitched noise when his finger brushed over your clit, making you squirm against his already hard cock beneath his sweatpants. Holding you in place, Sukuna couldn’t help but groan because fuck, did you feel so good grinding on him. Yeah, there was no way in hell he’d let you live this down after today and you knew it.
Since freshman year, he's been a thorn in your side. Sure he’s hot, but he’s a complete nightmare to be around outside of sex. Not that you knew about the sex part. Back during your pre-reqs, on more than one occasion you’d been assigned with him for group projects—you’d ask him to meet up somewhere and he’d show up hours late or didn’t wanna meet there. You get on him about doing his share of the work and he tells you to ‘Stop being such a brat’. He did it of course, but he was a shitty communicator.
He’s such a fucking bully too, scoffing loudly enough during class to ‘just get on with it already’ and snickering with shitty friends when you kept stuttering nervously during a presentation, only getting more annoying each semester to make you look like idiot when you were so confident in being right. Hell, there was even no escape in your social life when your friends dragged you to frat parties and he’d find some way to humiliate and piss you off enough into yelling at him.
Serves you right though, always thinking you were better than him, trying to revise everything he contributed. It was only natural for him to want to push your buttons with every nasty glare you gave whenever he saw you. Clearly you needed someone bend you over in a secluded room and fuck that attitude out of you.
He liked that about you though. He was so tired of girls sucking up to him and how easy it was to get them in his bed, so he found out you’d be his TA for this class, it both pissed him off and excited him. As he predicted, you were a harsh grader trying to screw him over for his “mediocre” essays, and he thought he’d might as well make your office hours worth his time.
It started off normal at first. The professor would be away sometimes due to health issues, so he unfortunately had to go to you for help. Despite your bitchiness, you did give him solid advice on how to improve and it was funny see your little reactions whenever you had to lean in closer to show him something or how you sometimes stared a little too long when he’d come in from a workout. Then things changed when he’d walked in one day to see you looking worse for wear. It seemed that your job plus the stresses of being a student were starting to take a toll on you.
He doesn’t know why he found himself caring so much, chalking it up to it being no fun if you were crying all the time so he left for a bit, leaving you confused. Not long after, he came back with some food and one of your favorite milkshakes (that he totally hadn’t been paying attention to). From then on things had gotten a bit more chill between you two until one day he had hardly been paying attention during this particular meeting.
“Are you even listening?” you asked exaspareatedly.
“My bad teach, it’s been a long day,” he said nonchalantly, leaning back in seat.
You sighed, facepalming. “You know what, fine we’ll go over it again.”
As you began the mini lecture again, he had moved a bit closer to you after a while. At first you tried to pay no mind, but the longer it went on, beads of sweat formed along your forehead and you began to stutter, trying to ignore the fact you can practically feel his body heat.
“Something wrong?” he asked, feigning innocence with his arm casually resting over the back of your chair.
Ok, so he was clearly trying to rile you up.
“I’m fine just…tired too,” you straightened yourself up, accidentally brushing your knee against his in the process, making you jump.
He said nothing for bit, watching as you try to stay out together before he moved his hand to trace circles on your upper arm. You turned to look at him, but his hand sliding lower to the hem of your skirt silenced the question that was forming. “Relax, how can I expect you to get shit done when you’re tense like this?”
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After playing with your slit a bit longer, you suddenly sucked in a sharp breath as Sukuna traced a finger along your entrance before slowly slipping it inside. He chuckled as he watched your head loll forward into the crook of his neck, bracing yours hands on his shoulders and taking in the scent of his cologne.
“Fuck…” Sukuna muttered in your ear, his warm breath raising goosebumps along your skin. “You really kept this from me?” He leaned in to pepper soft kisses along your jaw while his finger curled deeper into your warm, tight heat. “Only a finger and you’re gripping like hell. Pussy’s so small and tight. You think you can handle my dick?”
He moved at a slow and steady pace, and it didn’t take him long at all to find your g spot given the cute little whine you made as you tried to pull away, squeezing your eyes shut. “There she is,” he smirked, slipping in another finger without warning. Briefly glancing over to the door, you clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle your moan.
“S—Shit Sukuna,” you panted, nails digging into his bicep. Those erotic dreams of him that haunted you nearly every night were nothing compared to this. With each slow thrust in-and-out, it felt like waves of electricity were buzzing through your nerves. You rolled your hips forward to keep in sync with his pace.
“Such a needy little slut. You wanna ride your “favorite” student’s fingers, yeah?” his face moved to your neck, sucking, licking and leaving little marks with his sharp teeth. A small whimper escaped your lips as your grip tightened. He leaned back, frowning when you didn’t give him a response.
“Hey, open your eyes. I asked you a fucking question,” his thumb pressed your clit, causing you to jump. Your teary, glassy eyes met his maroon, lust-filled ones.
“Ah—you’re not my favorite—“
“Is that so? Guess you don’t want it after—
“N—no wait! You’re my favorite— need you..,” you squeaked when his thumb applied a bit more pressure before giving your cunt little smack.
“Fuckin’ liar, that’s what I thought,” he leaned to give another harsh nip at your neck, before he started picking up his pace. Arching your back, you wrapped your arms around his neck as if afraid he’ll stop at any moment. Sukuna groaning against you as you rutted against him sent shivers running down your spine, while he softened his kisses.
“Ya know, I’ve been thinking about you for a while now,” his teeth grazed your neck again. “The things I’d wanna do, like watching you drip over my cock like this. Bet you want that as much as I do, huh?” His other hand slid from your waist to trace little patterns on your hip. Sukuna could feel your walls pulse around him, clenching him tightly with every shift in your movement.
“Not even an actual professor and think you know it all. Bet you can’t even cum right, hmm?” he grinned, tilting his head lazily. That wasn’t fucking true… well maybe, but you could barely speak right now. “Maybe it’s my turn to teach you.”
He suddenly pulled you into a kiss, his soft lips savoring the taste of yours “I’ll take that as a yes, but you’re being too damn loud right now. Tryin’ to get us caught?” he said mockingly. His fingers adjusted their pace to keep up with the movement of your hips.
“Some TA you are, riding me like cock-hungry slut. You really should take off work more often. Fuck…I’d never let you leave my room. Make you sit on my cock do my essay for me since they’re so mediocre, then hurt your little cunt until I feel like it’s perfect. More than your slutty ass deserves.”
You jolted, eyes opening again to find him tracing torturous circles on your clit. His grin widened with each prod and knead that had you making the cutest noises.
“K-Kuna,” you rasped, hardly able to find your voice. Your brain was starting to get foggy and it became hard to concentrate on what was happening anymore. All you knew was that you could feel the pleasure starting to become too intense.
“Sukuna’s mouth moved to your shoulder, nipping harshly before sucking on it to soothe the ache. “So you can still talk.” He went for your mouth again, slowly sucking on your tongue before leaving a trail of saliva as he pulled away.
“Should take a picture of you right now,” his words were lost on you at this point, too distracted by the way his fingers curled inside of you. You were starting to feel overwhelmed. His voice, the way he made you feel, the eye contact. It was all too much. You clenched him tighter like a vise, throbbing and twitching uncontrollably as you feel your release building.
“So…close,”
“That’s it, little girl. Show your favorite student how much you like him,” he growled. As if on command, your head fell forward to the crook of his neck and your nails dug into his back. You could hear him hiss a bit when you bit into his shoulder while the rush of pleasure rippled through you, your orgasm feeling as if it came out in waves.
He kept his fingers at it for a bit longer before slowly retracted them, dragging them against your gummy walls gathering as much of your slick as he could. Hardly acknowledging your fucked out state, he brings them to his lips
In your haziness, you felt him sliding a hand beneath your knees before lifting you. Meeting his wicked grin in confusion, he plops you onto your desk, sliding you back a bit which causes you to bump stacks of papers and other things off the desk. He’s already sliding down your panties and pulling your legs before you can scold him.
“Relax,” the feeling of his breath fanning against your pussy had your spine tingling. “I’ve barely even gotten a taste of you,” and then he dipped face between your legs, licking and kissing up your thighs until he reached your soaked cunt. The way his tongue lapped at your folds had you leaning back across the desk and leaving you gasping for breath with each pass.
“So good…” he mumbled against your tender flesh, the vibrations from his voice making you even shakier. His tongue made swirls around your swollen bud, shifting between soft licks and the occasional sharp nips. He was devouring you as if you were his last meal and it was getting so much harder for you to keep quiet.
Your fingers moved entwine in his soft pink locks as he took advantage of the sensibility from your prior orgasm. It was so annoying that he was so skilled at working his mouth and setting your nerves ablaze by sliding his hand up to slightly massage your stomach. Your nails dug into the edges of the desk, feeling yourself about to give in again.
Leaning your head back, you cried out as another wave spilled out, leaving you nearly sprawling over the desk as stars danced in your vision. Your breaths came out in short gasps, the intensity of the pleasure leaving you shaky.
Sukuna continues to lick up the rest of your substances to the very last drop. When he finished, he leaned over, splaying his hands on the desk between both sides of your of head, taking the sight of how adorably fucked out you were with a smug grin. “Better not be tryin’ to go to sleep on me. You still got work to finish.”
Tapping a pencil to your chin, your eyes were glued the screen but it was becoming harder for you to keep focus with every light caress over your thigh. “C’mon, focus.,” Sukuna chided mockingly behind you. “You’ve been on this paper for ages now.”
“Well…you aren’t making things easy,” you rasped, trying your best not to move too much from the feeling of his cock sitting snugly against your walls.
“Tch, acting like you weren’t begging for it,” he slightly moved the collar of your shirt to nuzzle and leave little kisses on your neck.
“It’s getting late and I’d like to g—fuck.” your back arched when rubbed your clit, eliciting a whine. “Sukuna, I swear to god I’ll make sure you’ll fail!”
“Like hell you will,” he hissed, continuing to knead your bud a bit more harshly now, cock twitching inside of you as he pulled you closer against him. “Make sure to fuck you til you’re sore.” The pencil falls your hand, grading, nearly forgotten from your mind starting to get fuzzy with him stretching you out.
“H-hey! Wait a…,”
“Oh, you really like the sound of that, sick fuck?” he slides a hand under your blouse, massaging one of your breasts. You swore under your breath, squirming in his lap from the friction inside you.
Giving up, you closed your laptop. Grades weren’t technically due until a few days, so surely it wouldn’t hurt to spend the rest of your time today letting him ping you, right?
IM EATING THIS UPPP ITS SO DELICIOUS
Imposter Syndrome - C.K.
Synopsis. 8010—DOKI-DOKI-GF: Are you a complete n’ utter nerd that just can’t seem to find a girlfriend? Have you lied to your family and told them that you’re seeing someone (when you really aren’t)? Do you need to save face at the next family dinner before your uncle makes fun of you until the end of time? Well, call our hotline NOW to access Tokyo’s #1 rent-a-girlfriend service! Choso Kamo, unfortunately, is all of the above.
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!rentaI girIfriend!reader, nerd!Choso Itadori family shenanigans, meeting the family, fake dating, UncIe Kuna is MEAN, they’re onto you…, getting kicked out of restaurants, Iove hotels, vírgin!Choso, first times (his), PÚSSYDRÚNK CHOSO, making him crawI, oraI (f + m), fíngering, spítting, bíting, p taIking, scientific taIk HAHA, commands (from you), créaming his pants, making him cúm earIy, multiple o’s (him), MAJOR overstím, pánty-sníffing, ríding, making him whímper, making him cry, somewhat gágging (him), teaching him, creampíes, sIight cùmfIation, implied marathon, getting together, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 12.0k
A/N. HEHEHEH-
“—I’m so happy you’ve found your person, Cho…” Itadori Jin coos- tearing up.
“P-papa, people are staring.” Choso huffs, spooning the syrupy-sweet cherries on his sundae over to Yuji’s.
“I know, I know.” Jin bats a hand, not-so-discreetly dabbing underneath his eyes using his sweater. “It’s just- your uncle and I were getting so worried, y’know?” He gestures at his younger twin brother next to him—looking comically buff in that pretty pink ice cream parlor seat. Jin had chosen this place. “And although we didn’t lose hope-”
“Who’s we?” Sukuna snorts.
“I uh…well.” Jin adjusts his glasses and looks over at Itadori Wasuke - currently scooping out his own cherries to flick into the neighboring table’s cups when they weren’t looking. “Father and I didn’t lose-”
“I did.” Wasuke looks squarely at his oldest grandson, “No offense, kid- but I bet ¥400 that you’d die alone.”
Sukuna nods seriously, “I bet ¥20,000.”
To which you’re finally…reaching over to intertwine your fingers with Choso’s.
…Choso drops his cherries.
THIS IS JUST TOO GOODDDD
sukuna vs. girl math
The screen of your phone lit up with a picture of Sukuna looking entirely unamused, his contact name accompanied by a string of heart emojis that you had forced him to set up himself.
You swiped to answer, balancing your water bottle and yoga mat under one arm as you stepped out of the pilates studio and into the sweltering afternoon heat.
“Tell me you’re outside,” you breathed into the receiver, scanning the line of parked cars. “Because my legs are literally shaking and if I have to walk more than ten feet, I’m going to collapse on the pavement.”
A heavy sigh crackled through the speaker. “I’m sorry babe, not outside.”
You stopped in your tracks. “What do you mean you’re not outside? Babe, you promised.”
“I know, but the meeting ran over,” he grumbled, the sound of a pen clicking rapidly in the background giving away his irritation. “I can’t leave for another forty minutes. Order a Lyft.”
“A Lyft? Are you kidding me? Do you know what the surge pricing is right now?”
“When has that became a problem for you and more importantly, for ME?” he shot back, his voice dropping an octave. “Just book the car, baby. I’m sending you the money right now.”
“No, don’t!” you argued, shifting your mat to your other hip. “I still have like, half of the allowance you gave me on Monday. I can just use that.”
“No. Check your phone.”
Your phone buzzed against your cheek. You pulled it away to look at the notification. Sukuna sent you $100.
“A Lyft home is twenty bucks.”
“Yes I know. I sent you extra to get the Black SUV option, just add the change to your allowance or whatever. I gotta go, they’re calling me back in. See you at home.”
The line went dead before you could even get another word in. You stared at the screen, then at the $100 sitting pretty in your account. You looked up. Directly across the street was that insanely overpriced artisanal bakery you loved.
Then, you looked down the block. The entrance to the subway station was right there. The train ride home was exactly $2.75.
An idea immediately took over your brain. If you took the train, you would have $97.25 left. That was practically free money. It would be a crime not to spend it on a little treat.
An hour and a half later, you pushed the front door of your shared apartment open, using your hip to bump it shut because both of your hands were completely occupied.
Sukuna was already home, sitting on the edge of the kitchen island. He had stripped off his suit jacket, his tie hanging loosely around his neck and the top three buttons of his dress shirt undone, exposing the dark ink on his chest. He looked exhausted, holding a car of beer in one hand, but his eyes immediately snapped to you as you waddled in.
His gaze dropped from your face to the three massive bakery bags in your arms, to the iced matcha latte balanced precariously in your grip, along with your mat & bottle. A surprise he always think about since your hands are too small yet you seem to carry everything at oncr.
“Hey,” you chirped, kicking off your sneakers.
Sukuna blinked. He set his can down on the marble counter. “What the hell is all that?”
“Snacks,” you said simply, dropping the bags onto the island next to him. “I got the pistachio croissants you pretend to hate but actually love, two slices of the truffle flatbread, a whole box of macarons, and some weird strawberry tart thing that looked pretty.”
He stared at the feast, then looked back up at you, his eyes narrowing. “You bought all this with the coffee money?”
“Well, no.” You took a sip of your matcha, avoiding his gaze. “I used the Lyft money.”
Silence stretched across the kitchen. Sukuna tilted his head, his expression dangerously blank. “You used the Lyft money.”
“Yeah.”
“The money I gave you to get a safe, air-conditioned ride home.”
“Mhm.”
“So how did you get home?”
You smiled innocently. “I took the train.”
Sukuna closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a long, deep breath. “You took the train.”
“It’s only four stops!” you defended, crossing your arms. “And the bakery was right there! Do you know how fast those croissants sell out?" He scoffed as you defended your point. “Plus, the train is good for the environment. I’m reducing my carbon footprint.”
“Baby, you don’t even know what a carbon footprint is,” he deadpanned, opening his eyes to glare at you. “I sent you a hundred dollars so you wouldn’t have to haul your ass onto a crowded subway car after a workout.”
“If I took the Lyft, I wouldn’t have had enough for the macarons. And you love the macarons.”
“..... So you're saying you did this for me,” he snapped, though his eyes briefly flicked down to the box. “Yeah! I thought about you when I was in line.” You saw him bite the inside of his cheek, supressing a grin that's almost coming out. “You're gonna be the death of me.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“I’m being dramatic? You’re stubborn as hell!” He reached out, grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against his legs. He smelled like expensive cologne and beer. “You have the worst spending habits of anyone I’ve ever met.”
“Do not scurtinize me, and fyi; it’s called girl math,” you said smugly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Besides, I saved you money. Technically, I made a profit.”
Sukuna let out a harsh laugh, his hands squeezing your hips. “That is the dumbest logic I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“For you, but not for me,” you batted your eyelashes, holding up the half-eaten croissant. “Bite?”
He looked at the pastry with disdain, then leaned down and took a bite anyway. He chewed slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Fuck,” he grumbled, swallowing. “That’s actually really good.”
“See? My investments always pay off,” you grinned, “High ROI.”
“Don’t use corporate terms, you don’t know what they mean,” he sighed, wrapping his large hands around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “If you ever pull this ‘girl math’ bullshit with our actual bank accounts, I’m having you legally committed.”
“I would never,” you gasped in mock offense. “I only use girl math for the important things. Like treats. And shoes. Speaking of which, since I saved you forty dollars on that Lyft today…”
Sukuna groaned, dropping his forehead against your shoulder. “I am not buying you another pair of shoes because you took the fucking train.”
You laughed, thoroughly satisfied. Oh well, free pastries for you, I guess.
an: saw this shit in my drafts. this was true to life btw, my bf will send me money to book an uber after school when we were in college but i'll use it for food so I have something to eat while commuting hahshsjaj. dividers by: @dollywons 🌼 idk who the artist for the visuals above but i got it here + here @pixelins
also! i'm tryign different layouts, do you like it?! or just the simple text is enough? 😇
Peaches
pairing: bowser!sukuna x peach!reader
summary: Your plan to escape Sukuna turns futile
cw: MDNI, dark fic but its crack treated seriously, yandere sukuna, non-con/dub-con, references to some mario games, smut, kidnapping, captivity, cunnilingus, anal play, anal sex, aphrodisiacs(mushrooms from the games), obsession, vaginal and anal fingering, light bondage, spanking
wc: 6.3k (wtf happened)
a/n: Since this is kinda dark, for those of you in my perma taglist, please let me know if you’d like to be removed from this story.
dividers: @/dollywons @/cafekitsune @/honeyluvsw
You really can’t catch a break can you?
But honestly, it was kind of your own fault for being a little too careless. How could you not see that things were a little too peaceful for the past few months or so? Maybe the whispers of you being too kind for your own good were true, especially when it comes to your enemies.
Even so, you always tried to give people a benefit of the doubt and see the good in them, even someone like Sukuna. While you did find his obsession with you a bit unnerving at times, you thought maybe by trying to bring out more of that softer side might convince him to end this exhausting feud between your kingdoms.
And look where that got you.
While you were no stranger to bearing the brunt of his schemes, having Satoru around made you hardly imagine a scenario where he’d actually win. Not that you underestimated Sukuna that much, but it surprised and saddened you how easily you played right into his hands. You seriously regret not sending more of an entourage with Satoru when he got that letter about winning some free mansion, but at the time you felt like you both needed a break away from your everyday lives.
Not too long after he left, you decided to do a little traveling yourself, just to see what some of the vacation spots in your brochures had in store. Next thing you know, you’re ambushed while sightseeing and now you’re stuck in his castle—in this room with no clue of Satoru’s whereabouts. Usually he’d have been here within a few hours, but as the days went on in this gloomy place, you lost track of time and started to worry. Still, you tried not to lose hope, taking matters into your own hands and plotting your escape.
Although, that’s easier said than done. Sukuna had left you confined in this gilded cage of a room for the duration of your captivity, only letting you out to join him for meals, the occasional walk or ceremonies celebrating his latest conquest so the best course of action would be to lay low. Slowly gaining his trust and being sweet enough to convince him to let you roam around a bit more, which seemed to work pretty well surprisingly. At times you could almost forget how dangerous he really was when he tried to charm you with gifts, or ignore how creepy it was that he tailored this room to almost resemble yours back home.
Either way, this place was really getting to you, but now was your chance.
It was late, and currently Sukuna was probably resting from what you know, and hopefully it’d stay that way while you finish picking this lock.
The sound of lock clicking made you pause briefly.
It actually worked.
Tentatively, you slowly pulled the door open enough just to peak through the crack. Silence. Opening it a bit wider, you stuck your head out—looking both ways down the hall.
Empty.
You should really be offended. No one around takes you seriously enough to keep a look out? Or maybe they slack off when their boss isn’t around.
Quietly closing the door behind you, you started to make your way out, making sure your footsteps were quiet as you took in your surroundings. Even when you were let out, the places you were allowed to go were limited, so you still didn’t have much of an idea of the layout of this place. It made you wonder if anyone else got lost here sometimes.
As you expected, the escape was not going as smoothly as you planned. You ended up having to hide or take a bunch of weird routes, to avoid being seen, sometimes wandering into areas that seemed like trap rooms. Was this what Satoru went through every other week? If you had known you’d get this far, you probably would’ve waited a bit longer to plan things out. Maybe if you’re lucky, you could find a map room or something and try to search for a warp pipe that leads somewhere far away from this place. Then from there you could find a way back home, and start a search for Satoru.
Eventually things started to clear up a bit as you reached what looked like the kitchen area. If you remembered correctly, you could have sworn there—
“Taking a little night stroll?” a voice from behind cut through the silence of the corridor.
You froze in your tracks, unsure how you could even face him right now. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You should’ve given yourself more time to plan this out. Or found a power up lying around somewhere? Why? Why now, when you were so close? Taking a few deep breaths, you calmed yourself down.
It’ll be okay. There’s still hope. You can get outta this.
Turning around to meet Sukuna’s intimidating glare, you gave your best charmingly apologetic smile you could muster, which was pretty easy with how fucking scared you were right now.
“Oh…you’re still up too,” you spoke softly, fiddling with your hands, noticing that he was in his usual spiked cape that did little to cover his muscular physique. Does he ever wear a shirt?
“I am,”
“I-I know it’s late but…” your eyes darted away briefly as you bit your lip. “I haven’t been feeling too well lately…m-maybe a little restless…and umm…I guess someone left my door unlocked, so I’d thought I’d come down and make some tea…and uh…”
His expression remained unreadable behind his cold gaze as he watched you stammer and stutter like a moron. God, you probably looked so pathetic right now. Get it together already! You deal with him on a regular basis!
Beads of sweat trickled down your forehead, as you mentally shook yourself. “D-do you think…you have the ingredients around here somewhere? It’s a special kind of tea that’s my comfort drink. Oh! And I’ll make you some too! It’s a pretty popular recipe back in my kingdom and I’m sure you’ll love it. Maybe we can even take a st—
“Enough with your lies, brat,” he cut you off, making you flinch.
Oh he’s pissed.
“You really are a sneaky little thing,” his figure towered over you as he approached. “Batting your pretty lashes thinking you can fool me.”
You tried to make a break for it but he was quicker, grabbing you roughly and forcing you to face him as he pulled you close. “Ungrateful too.” One hand gripped your chin, tilting your head up as his crimson eyes bore into yours. “I really don’t get it. Why are you so desperate to go back to that sorry excuse of a kingdom? To that…plumber.” His nails dug harshly into your cheeks as he emphasized that last word.
“I—I’m so—“ you squeaked
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” his voice giddy and high pitched as he mocked you. “It’s always lies with you, you little shit! You really don’t know what’s for your own good. When you’re being done a favor.” His hold on you had become so tight, you thought he was going to crush you—hyper aware of how your breasts were practically squished against his bare chest. The tears you tried to hold back, started to blur your vision. You’ve never seen him this mad with you before.
He sighed, his grip loosened slightly before he continued. “You know you won’t stand a chance right? Against me or some other major threat that comes along.” The hand that held your chin left to stroke your hair. “Some defense to have. Look how easy it is to subdue you.”
“And you think keeping me locked in here like some caged animal is an ideal solution?” you hissed bitterly.
“I did allow you freedom, but obviously that was a mistake. I just might have to keep you chained up from now on.”
“And what about my friends?! You and your minions are always attacking and trying to kill my people and you expect me to just be okay with that? You say you care about me giving me all these frivolous gifts, but have you even considered how I feel?!”
You continued to prattle on, but it might as well be white noise to him. As frustrating as your defiance was, he knew it wouldn’t be easy keeping you here. Things like this take time, and you’ll learn to love him soon enough.
But that doesn’t mean he’s letting you off the hook.
So he held you there as you eventually stopped trying to reason with him and cried your heart out, gently rubbing soothing circles along your back. “Hey.” he murmured, resting his head against the crook of your neck. “Quit getting yourself so worked up. You’re gonna make your headache worse.”
“Huh? But I—“
“I know, but you’re not feeling well, right?”
He lifts his head from your shoulder and your teary, blurry vision, you see him pull out something small and pink from his pocket. Some sort of pastry…no, a mushroom? But before you can question it, he’s bringing your chin up to face him again—
“Open,” his voice stern as he grips your jaw.
“Wh—“ then he stuffs the little thing in your mouth with both fingers. Confused and muffling you try to resist
“Quit be so fucking difficult. I’m trying to help you.” he grunts, forcing your mouth open just a bit wider, as he slides the shroom in and holds it in place until you give in. “Good girl.” With a satisfied smirk, he slowly retracts fingers, a string saliva trailing behind as they pull out with a satisfying pop. “Now chew.” Using that same hand, he moved your jaw up and down, before tilting your head up further until you swallowed, your grimaces and glares only furthering his amusement.
Whatever he just fed you was very sweet on your tongue—way too sickeningly sweet like the first time you ever baked—and you’re sure it’ll leave the worst aftertaste imaginable after a while.
“The fuck was that?!” you shoved away from him, or rather he pretty much let you, as you sputtered and gagged, wondering how many times you’ll have to brush your teeth to make the sweetness go away.
“Stop your whining, I didn’t poison you.” he simply rolled his eyes at your displeasure.
You might as well have!, you wanted to respond, if you weren’t so preoccupied with getting rid of this revolting taste. Fuck. You needed some water. Some ice cold water, to wash it down, and maybe some to pour over the rest of you, with how increasingly warm it was getting. Seriously, why was it getting hotter?
“Something the matter, princess?” you could practically hear the smugness in tone as he approached you again.
“Just…leave me alone! What did you even do to me?” you rasped, wiping the sweat from your brow. The stupid dress you were wearing suddenly felt like it had too many layers, and you desperately wanted out. Your vision seemed blurrier as you stumbled—trying to get anywhere away from him, but he caught you in his arms before you could make another move.
“Giving you a little push,” he chuckled, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he started to pepper little kisses along your cheek and jawline, stunning you for a second. The other hand around your waist toyed with the lace of your corset—loosening it slightly. Every bone and nerve in your body was practically screaming for you to flee, and you desperately did—hating how the softness of his lips raised goosebumps along your neck, or how this unbearable warmth was starting to build up and replace your fear with…desire?
That wasn’t a power-up.
One moment you’re trying to get him off and the next, you’re being hauled over his shoulder like a sack of bread as he carries you back upstairs—with you cursing and screaming the entire way, probably loud enough to wake the entire castle. It seemed like it was starting to kick in, seeing how you’re being brattier than usual.
By the time he reaches his room, your hits against his back have become sloppy—panting heavily as you take in the surroundings.
“Let me go you asshole!” you shout and continue to struggle, as he presses you up against the wall. “Take me back to my r—,” he soft lips pressing against your shuts you up except for a confused moan that muffles as is tongue swishes with yours. Your breath hitches when he starts to hike up your dress, his hands uncharacteristically warm against your skin as they trail up your thighs.
“I really don’t know what to do with you anymore, princess,” he pulls away from your warm mouth, sighing. His words were soft in contrast to the cruel way he kneaded and teased your curves “Would’ve waited for our wedding night like you wanted, but you just had to up and—Oh, what’s this?” His smirk widened when his fingers brushed along the slickness you leaked, as he got closer to your most sensitive area.
You couldn’t do more than let out short gasps and whimpers as continued to do what he pleased—his finger lightly tapping the now soaked material that barely covered your throbbing cunt and goading sparks of unwanted pleasure out of you from your increased sensitivity. A single touch and you were already losing your mind, from the likes of him—craving him.
“Oh, you really like that huh?” His voice sends vibrations throughout your body as he leans into your neck to leave more kisses. “Didn’t know my little princess was such a slut,” He pressed his finger a bit harder before rubbing little circles along the fabric where he could feel the outline of your slit, his other hand settling on the crest of your ass, his prodding and kneading of the plushness of it making your highly stimulated state worse.
Feeling overwhelmed you try to shove him off again, only for him to laugh giddily as he presses himself tighter against you, muttering about how fun it’ll be to tame you and other heinous things—gasping when you felt the hardness of him through his pants pressing against your thigh, much to your disgust. With every new sensation, it was as if your cognitive process was slowly deteriorating and giving in to his whims. The shroom—his hands like fire against your skin was all too much.
Would he have you feeling this good if he hadn’t drugged you? Have you grinding against him like some animal in heat? No
“S’ fucking wet... Want me to fuck you with my fingers, yeah?” he rasps, cupping your soaked mound with palm and giving it a little squeeze.
“N-no!” you said abruptly, not caring how your body wanted nothing more for him to slide your panties to the side and fix what he started.
“No?” he raises from your shoulder to look at you, tilting his head to the side pouting. “Scared I’ll make you come? Knowing you can’t do anything about it?” You could feel the ball of his palm massaging over your clothed clit, pussy twitching in anticipation.
“P-Please d-,”
“Don’t stop”? his hand gives your cunt a light smack, eliciting a cute little yelp “Or maybe you still think your little knight is gonna barge in, watching his precious princess begging for her new ki—“
The mention of Satoru has you slapping him hard across the face before you can even think. His ministrations coming to an abrupt pause, as blood trickles down his lip from where he bit his tongue. Flinching, you expect him to retaliate.
“Guess you’re not ready for your reward yet,” he huffs, then retracts his hands, leaving you feeling cold.
It was like your emotions were at war between relief and regret. Instinctively, you grabbed his hand that felt oh so good against you, trying to make him keep going, but he was having none of it. You’ve never felt so pathetic needing his finger inside you—needing to clench them.
“Oh no, it’s too late for that,” he chuckles, hauling you up again and ignoring your pleads.
What is he going to do now? Is he taking you back to your room? Hopefully not like this and leaving you at the mercy of your own fingers. There’s no way you could satisfy yourself as much.
He stops to get something, and then you’re plopped down face first onto his bed. As you tried to gather your bearings, he was already on top of you with a firm grip of your wrists, forcing them up and beginning to tie them to the pole of the headboard with a thick rope. “Such an ungrateful brat. I provide you anything you could possibly want, lovely dresses, your own goddamn room” he grunts, tightening the rope as if to emphasize his point. “Don’t even have to lift around here, and this is how you behave.”
He lightly tugs up your skirt again, his hand sliding along the curve of your hip making you stiffen and cunt throb with excitement. Please please please. Just a little higher. “This power up is supposed to last a few hours or so. Really a shame, but I think leaving you here would be a fitting punishment.” Giving your hip a little pat, he gets up.
No, no no no. You shake your head, whimpering and struggling with your bindings.“Wait! No please! You can’t—don’t leave me here!” But your pleas may as well have fallen on deaf ears as you watched him retreat to a little armchair across from you, sitting lazily with one leg crossed over his knee, chin resting on his fist like it was his own throne.
Thanks to your little stunt earlier, Sukuna was wide awake and could probably do this all night if he wanted. Hell, he actually might, just to see how much of your resolve he could break. His beautiful face carved with an evil as he observed every whine and jerk, with glee. Maybe, he’ll leave for a bit to go torture prisoners down in the dungeon and come back to see to you as nothing than a sobbing, writhing mess. It was pitiful, but it was your own fault after all.
You were in a state of delirium, stuck in this desperate endless cycle of needing to cum and not cumming. At times you growled in frustration when you tried to quell your arousal with your hands, only to forget they were bound. Then you tried rubbing your thighs together but it wasn’t a good substitute for the need to be filled, so you were left rutting against the mattress like some depraved beast.
“Fucking fuck! Fuck you Sukuna! I swear I’m gonna fucking kill you!” you spat, words full of venom as saliva dripping down your chin, staining the pillowcase. You’ve never been so humiliated in your life. Satoru would never do this to you. You wished he were here right now—imagining him taking care of you, which only made you hornier.
He simply quirked an eyebrow. “You will?”
“J-just shut th— come fix this already!”, the words died in your throat, as you squeezed your eyes shut on the brink of tears again. “Please…” you cried softly. The ecstasy was becoming so much to handle that you felt like you’d die if you didn’t get your release soon. You fucking hated him s—
“My my you’re seeming a little desperate,” your eyes flew open when you felt his warm breath brushing your ear. Your head immediately turned to see him at your level with arms propped up on the bedside. “Is that begging I hear?”
Nails digging into your palm and lip trembling, you were torn between your pride and dignity and giving in. There’s no way you can do it. You just can’t succumb to this monster. No amount of shrooms can or If you try hard enough, you can let yourself be lulled to sleep into some faraway dream that’ll take care of the rest.
How hard can it be?
“Well? Speak up, brat.” he suddenly frowned, with an impatient edge to his tone.
How long was a few hours?
“Tch, maybe I’m hearing things.”
And these bindings are awfully tight.
“As much as I love the sound of your voice, your little tantrum is starting to bore me.” Leaving your field of view, panic starts to settle in when hear his retreating footsteps.
“No no no! I-I’m sorry! Don’t leave! I really am this time!” your breaths heavy as you wriggle and squirm, somehow thinking you can go after him if you need to. “Please… Sukuna! Need…to cum! P-please make me cum. Make me cum…”
Silence. Coming to the conclusion he left the room, your heart sank. Who the fuck were you kidding? There’s no way you’ll get a wink of sleep in this posi—
“And why should I do that?” his large hand snakes between your legs, briefly brushing against the area you want it most before settling on the curve of your ass. There it was again. That rush of sudden contact that has you jolting and sucking in a sharp breath. You didn’t even bother to resist arching into it.
“Please I-I’m really really sorry. Fuck me, please…!”
“Still thinking you have the right to make demands?” his fingers slide between hems of your pretty laced panties. You tense a even more as he pulls them down,
“I-I—,”
His hand suddenly comes down hard on your ass followed by a loud smack. The stinging impact making you let out an embarrassing yelp as you scrambled your body further up the bed to get away.
“You really think you deserve to be rewarded?” he asks calmly, gently rubbing and massaging your stinging flesh soothingly before slapping it harder this time.
“N-no!”
“Mmhmm, and why is that?”
The painful sensation made it difficult to string your words together, which didn’t satisfy him in the least. He brought his hand down again and again, only managing to hear the sounds of your shrieks in return. It hurt like hell, but you couldn’t deny that it felt so painfully good. Burying your face in the pillow, your nails dug into your palm almost hard enough to draw blood as your pussy clenched with need.
“I’ll keep going until I get an answer.” he said bluntly, this time striking your naked cunt.
“B-because I t-tried to run!”
“And…?”
Another smack.
“I-I hit you—,” you blubbered through choked sobs. “and d-disrespected…you!”
“Correct. And that’s worthy of a punishment is it not?”
“Y-yes.”
“Very good,” he gave your ass a light squeeze. “Now I want you to count, just to be sure you’re really sorry.”
So you tried to oblige his command to the best of ability, but the tremors along with the intensity of strikes increasing with each count made you lose your train of thought. You were glad you weren’t able to see his face in this position, your shame and humiliation at full display.
“Start over. You’re too sloppy.” his voice low and dangerous as he tugged your head up by the hair from the pillow to hear you more clearly. Then he began again, his grin full of mania while he watched you slowly break down from the rough treatment. His other hand reached down his pants to stroke his swollen cock to how nice your cheeks jiggled.
You don’t know how long you’ve been stuck in this state of pleasured agony, but it seemed like he was dragging it on as long as possible this time, with the knot in stomach growing tighter and cunt pulsating. But he was right, this was your fault. You deserved this.
Why were you even fighting this?
“Good girl,” you heard him say over your sobs and racing thoughts, caressing and soothing over your abused skin lovingly. No doubt you’ll have quite a few bruises blooming there for a while. He leans down to gently brush away some tears running down your face sideways with a soft expression. “You’re so much fun when you misbehave.”
Whatever dignity you had left was gone at this point.
Sighing, he starts to shimmy off his cloak, bringing more of your attention to the taut muscles of his abs and the sharp, angular tattoos. You were ashamed to admit that even without the shroom, you couldn't deny you found him attractive when he wasn’t absolutely deplorable.
“Like what you see?” he gave a sharp-toothed grin, that predatory glint in his eyes returning. He tossed the cape somewhere off to the far corner of the room before sliding down his pants. Your eyes followed every detail from his muscular thighs and the tattoos trailing down his v-line, to his half-hard cock springing free, eyes widening at the size of it.
There’s absolutely no possible way you can take that. That thing will rip you apart, but the excitement and lust made it too hard for you to care all that much.
Your breaths came out short and fast when you could feel Sukuna climbing onto the bed over you, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hands wrapped around your midsection as he arches your ass up higher, causing your head to press down further into the pillow.
“What a mess you're making,” he tuts, bringing your embarrassingly wet mound closer to his view. He tilted his head as if he was studying a piece of art on a canvas, tracing a calloused finger down your entrance and prodding at the lips. Hearing you a squeak from the touch, he chuckled. “Relax princess, I’ll take good care of you,” he coaxes, licking the sample taste of your wetness from his finger before bringing his face closer to breathe in your scent.
His hands sensually running along the smooth skin of your thighs does little to ease your shakiness, nor is there any time to mentally prepare yourself when the slick warmth of his tongue makes contact with your throbbing slit, savoring the taste as he moves more further to lather your sensitive clit. The pressure applied to your bud has scrambling and squirming in your bindings, wishing for anything to grab onto. It was agonizingly delightful. The coaxing pattern of his tongue moving back and forth has you nearly losing yourself and mewling in pure ecstasy.
“Ah—f-fucking, stop it,” you rasp, despite the way your body grinding against his face wants otherwise.
“Stop your whining,” he mutters, and you can feel him grinning against your skin. “I meant what I said about helping.”
He gives your heated sex another ravenous lick before slithering his way up to the tight rim of your asshole, turning your little huffs into a confused yelp.
“H-hey what the fuck?! Ew!”
But he simply laughs and pays your complaint no mind, and lets your body speak for itself. Spreading your cheeks further apart, his grip on your ass was firm as he continued to swirl around the tight ring of muscle, until the ache of his own arousal became too much to bear and let his hands wander. Trailing up the curves of your hips and his claws to tear through more of your corset. Your nerves felt as if they were set ablaze as his hands reached further up your ruined dress, tenderly brushing along your stomach as they reached to cup your breasts.
“You taste so sweet,” his low groan against you sends vibrations throughout your nerves. One of his hands reaching down to jerk his swollen cock ease the ache.
“S-shit— ah! quit it!” your shrill voice cut through when the sinful touch of the palm tugging and massaging your pebbled nipple went back down to rub little circles along your clit.
In response, he hummed mischievously and gave it a little spank as he rubbed it harder while simultaneously slipping two fingers in and out between your folds.
Panting heavily, a small smile formed on your face as the pressure in your core kept building like a dam about to burst.
“Fuck—… gonna cum,” you breathe, but he hears yours plea just fine, pulling out his fingers and burrowing his face in your cunt again to fuck you out with his tongue.
“Let it out….that it’s…there you go,” his voice sultry as he coaxes you through the creamy flood that gushes from you, his mouth open wide licking and taking in all of your sweet arousal, feeling like he was about to nearly come himself.
From your point it was as if the rest of the world ceased to exist, losing yourself in his whispered praises and the still ever burning lust coursing through your veins. This was nice. You were so silly for even trying to run from this.
You’re hardly given a moment to catch your breath, when his fingers start running up your thighs gathering up more of your slick as they move to tease your entrance again, making you jerk as you try to look back at him.
“You don’t seriously think I’m done with you yet, do you?” he jeers, planting a wet, sloppy kiss along it. Without thinking, you’re already pressing more of yourself onto him, which he indulges by playing with the sensitive bud of your clit.
“My sweet princess,” he sighs in mocking disappointment, a thick finger circling the rim of your other entrance. “What would your poor citizen think if they’d known you liked to be bent over like some common whore?” The rest of his sentence could barely reach your ears over the sharp cry that you let out when he breached the tiny hole that fluttered your insides. His other hand continues his assault on your clit, applying more pressure and circling it more quickly.
Not trying to boost his ego any further, you planted your face back into the pillow to stifle any more embarrassing sounds you were making. You shuddered in disgusted pleasure from the amount of cum you felt leaking down your thighs to your lower legs.
“I see that plumber hasn’t managed to stretch you out properly,” he rasps, the sound of his tone could be misconstrued for frustration. “The one time he does something that’s not a pain in my ass.” He has you both moaning in unison from the stretch, as his finger curls deeply in and out.
“P-please,” you muffled, not having the energy to raise up and look back to challenge his words. All you could think about was your satisfaction. For him to keep going, arching up higher as he enters a second digit, his other finger along your pussy ramping up its ministrations your clit faster and harder.
“More…need…” your nails dig so deep into your palm they break a layer of skin.
Then it all stops, his hands retracting and making you lift your head in confusion. Somewhere from behind you can hear him rummaging through one of the nightstand drawers and the sound of a cap popping.
Oh no.
He’s not actually going to do it?
And then the feeling of a cold blob circling around your tight hole confirms your worst fears. You writhe and squirm as a wave of panic starts to cut through your lustful haze, his cruel laugh serving as a reminder of your situation and that no one was coming to save you.This fucking psycho. He’s out of his goddamn mind.
He’s actually going to fuck you there.
“W-wait!” you try to move, wincing as his claws dig into your skin to keep you still. “Will it even f—,”
“It will,” he says dismissively. You don’t even need to look to know he was grinning like a maniac. Shutting your eyes you plant your face back down with shuddering breaths as his hot and and heavy member drags along your thigh—precum smearing your already glistening skin.
“And stop clenching so damn much,” he lightly pats your thigh, like that’ll fucking help. “It’ll hurt less if you relax.” Smoothly massaging your skin, he prods at your hole.
You made it this far, right?
You know it’s coming, but that doesn’t stop the high pitched mewl that escapes from you when the fat tip of his cock stretches you as it slowly breeches through. Your face burns as more tears trickle down your cheeks from the sensation of being slowly filled.
“Theeerre we g—fuck…Doin’ real good, princess.” his voice shaky and breathy, his composure already slipping as he steadies your hips to keep you spread out with a bruising force. “Just stay like that for me.”
You’re rewarded with a hand reaching to stroke more coaxing circles along your clit, which mixed with the effect of the drug soothes you through the pain enough to distract you from the thickest part of him nestling his away inside, whimpering as he sinks deeper in by inch. Briefly, you’re able to relax slightly once you’ve taken in the hardest part, before your breaths shorten when he bottoms out around you snugly.
“Wasnt so bad now was it?,” he leans to kiss along the shell of your ear, pushing his hips tightly against your ass. “Told you it’d fit.”
One of his tattooed hands splayed beside your head as he began to move, his grunts mixing with your whimpers as you struggled to take his achingly slow thrusts. Unsurprisingly it hurt like hell, but at the same time you needed it, gasping through the pain eventually dulled into pure blissful pleasure.
“All that crying only for you to like it, huh?” he says hoarsely, the slow stretch with each push of hips knocking the air from his lungs, one arm snug around your waist keeping your ass arched up high.
“Fucking you so silly, you can’t even run your mouth,” then his pace starts to pick up, groaning and grunting as his cock twitches dragging along your fleshy walls, your vision getting blurrier as the hand behside you leaves to entangle through your locks of hair. “Should be lucky I didn’t make you wait longer.”
Drool starts to spill from your mouth as you’re nearly left speechless save for your moaning, as he continues having his way with you—claiming ownership over your mind and soul. Over the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass, bouncing off the walls, you listen to him prattle on and on about how long he’s waited to have you all to himself, but that stupid plumber was always getting in his way. Taking you from him. When you’d be much better off by his side, a whole empire to worship the ground you walk on. Make sure no one dares lay a hand on you.
It was disgusting really, yet your cunt throbbed and dripped with every filthy image he planted in your mind as he went into detail on how hard it was to hold back from dragging you on his throne to bounce you his, forcing Satoru to watch while he gave you orgasm after orgasm.
“Hm, actually maybe I’ll bring him here for a while. I’m sure you’d like that too, peaches?” his tone taking on mock innocence. Just another excuse to further your humiliation and shame, reveling how much you pulsate around his cock as he fucks into you deeper.
“Oh, you’re crying again.” Hang on, I wanna get a good look. His claws swipe through the ropes ensnaring your wrists with only a moment to process the relief of relaxing your arms before he’s flipping you over, giving you a nice full view of his flushed face and sweat running down his chest and abs.
“Fuck…you’re so pretty,” he gently cups your face with one palm. Your tearful, defeated fucked out expression and body were like a work of art. He might even consider painting this exact moment later on. Another swipe and rip and your gown is fully torn, letting your tits bounce freely bobbing up and down.
Pulling you closer, he threw your legs around him only making you feel more vulnerable and exposed letting him see every reaction, he garnered from you being stretched and filled.
S’ too much,” covering your face when one of his large hands trails over your delicate collarbone before trailing to grab one of your breasts, gasping and whining with each tug and pull.
“Don’t hide from me” he growled, a sharp pinch to your abused clit has you crying out. “I want you to watch. I need to see all of you.”
You were getting that feeling again, sensing it clawing its way to the surface to be set free.
“Can’t wait to make you my pretty little wife,” sweat dripping down his face as his thrust become more erratic, his fingers rubbing your pussy lips harshly. You’re seeing stars dotting your vision as you watch him move back and forth, sure that he’s reaching your stomach at this point.Not that you cared much, too focused on how you could feel every ridge and vein sliding against your walls, grasping the sheets so harshly they might tear.
“Gonna make sure to fuck all your holes every night. Treat you like a queen.” his words slur as he laughs looking so unhinged it’d terrify you more if your mind weren’t turned to mush.
“P-please,” was all you could manage with a hoarse voice. Everything around you was getting so spiny and dizzy that you’re starting to laugh too. Your body feeling like it was being boiled from inside out as more stars flash your vision white.
“Cum for me, peaches,” you hear him say, hardly registering his arms wrapping around your shaking form, screaming a broken moan against his chest, nails digging into skin as you convulsed and squirted with him continuing to rut you through it.
You didn’t mind one bit as he kept you there, bringing you into another sloppy kiss until he came hard in and out of you. Face all scrunched up as he filled you to the brim and jerking the rest of his arousal up your chest and stomach with a low groan until it reached your lips. Pressing his mouth to yours, he swirled his tongue around as he forced you to taste him.
Then with a satisfied ruffle to your head he pulls away to get you cleaned up.
But the drug was still running hot in your veins, you’re grasping out to pull him back. He did this to you, and you’re sure as hell gonna make him own up until you passed out
“Still eager, huh?” he chuckles settling back down to bring your hand over his still swollen erection. “Maybe if you put that mouth of your to good, use I may consider fucking your other hole next.”
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a/n: oof, that was a lot. I’m planning on doing another fic with bowser!kuna as a threesome with Gojo some time in the future. Anyways I’m going to sleep now. K, byeeee!
The Salt Thing
in which Gen Narumi finds out that his girlfriend's secret it's not something he should be worried about lmaoo
Requested by: @narumimiz
The first thing Gen noticed was the salt.
Not the salt itself—everyone had salt in their kitchen. It was the amount of it. The sheer, staggering volume of it. There were containers of sea salt on the counter, rock salt in the pantry, pink Himalayan salt in a little ceramic dish by the stove. There were salt packets in her purse, the kind you stole from fast food restaurants, and a small pouch of coarse salt tucked into her jacket pocket like a talisman.
"That's a lot of salt," he said once, watching her sprinkle a fourth pinch into her soup.
"I like salt."
"You're salting your salt."
"It's called seasoning, Gen."
"It's called hypertension."
She'd laughed and changed the subject. Gen hadn't pushed. He was good at not pushing, mostly because pushing required caring, and Gen Narumi did not care about things. Except he did. He cared about her. Which was exactly why he was standing in her kitchen at two in the morning, cataloguing all the ways she didn't make sense.
The salt was the first sign. The second was the water.
She drank it constantly. Not sips, not glasses, but gulping, desperate quantities that should have made her sick. She filled water bottles before bed, before leaving the house, before sitting down for a meal. She ran the shower for exactly five minutes every morning—not to bathe, he'd checked, the bathroom door was always open and she was always just standing there, hands under the spray, eyes closed like she was recharging.
There was also the humming. She hummed without realising it, a low, lilting melody that sounded like nothing he'd ever heard on any radio station. It made his head feel strange. Floaty. Like he'd been awake too long, or not long enough.
And then there were the disappearances.
Full moon nights. Always the full moon. She'd text him some excuse—headache, early bedtime, visiting a friend—and then she'd vanish for exactly twelve hours. Her phone would go straight to voicemail. Her apartment would be empty. And the next morning, she'd show up at his door looking tired and windswept, smelling faintly of brine.
"Where were you last night?" he asked, the third time it happened.
"Headache."
"You had a headache at the beach?"
She'd frozen. Just for a second. A flicker of something sharp and panicked in her eyes before it smoothed over. "I wasn't at the beach."
"You smell like the ocean."
"I used a new shampoo."
"Your shampoo smells like seaweed?"
"It's organic."
Gen had let it go. But he didn't let it go.
That was the night he became a detective. A very reluctant, very annoyed detective who was definitely not spiralling about his girlfriend's weird behaviour. He was just gathering intel. That was all. He was a strategic information collector, and he would not rest until he cracked this case wide open.
The case, as it turned out, cracked him first.
Week one of Operation What The Hell Is My Girlfriend Hiding was a comedy of errors. Gen wasn't built for surveillance. He was built for sitting in a gaming chair and yelling at strangers on the internet. Subtlety was not in his stat block. He followed her to the grocery store and got caught in the cereal aisle because he knocked over a display of granola bars. He tried to check her phone once while she was in the bathroom, but she had a passcode, and his first guess—1234—did not work, which felt like a personal attack.
"She's hiding something," he told Soshiro during a rare moment of desperation. They were in the break room, and Gen was hunched over a cup of coffee he hadn't touched. "She disappears on full moons. She has salt everywhere. She hums this weird song that makes my brain go fuzzy. And she smells like the ocean. Constantly. Even when she hasn't been near water."
Hoshina stared at him. "Maybe she's a mermaid."
"Be serious."
"I am serious. Salt, water, moon cycles, ocean smell, weird humming. That's textbook mermaid behaviour."
"Don't be ridiculous. Mermaids aren't real."
Hoshina shrugged. "Neither is half the stuff we deal with, but here we are."
Gen dismissed this immediately. Mermaids were not real. His girlfriend was not a mermaid. She was hiding something, yes, but it wasn't that. It couldn't be that.
What it could be, he decided on a particularly dark Tuesday night, was another man.
The thought hit him like a truck. She was beautiful and mysterious and too good for him—he'd always known that, had accepted it as a fundamental law of the universe—and now she was pulling away, cancelling plans, disappearing on full moons. Full moons were romantic. People went on romantic dates during full moons. What if she was meeting someone? Someone who wasn't emotionally constipated? Someone who didn't communicate exclusively through gaming metaphors?
The spiral was immediate and absolute.
"It's another man," he announced to no one, pacing his apartment at midnight. "She's been seeing another man. That's why she smells like the ocean. He's a surfer. Or a lifeguard. One of those guys with perfect abs and functional communication skills."
His slime plushie stared at him from the couch with its usual blank expression. It offered no advice.
"Maybe he owns a salt company. They bonded over sodium chloride. That could happen."
The slime plushie remained unhelpful.
"I have to know," Gen decided. "I have to catch her in the act. I have to see this salt-obsessed surfer with my own eyes."
The next full moon, he put his plan into action. He stationed himself outside her apartment building at 8 p.m., armed with a hoodie, a pair of binoculars he'd bought online, and a thermos of coffee that was already cold. He was going to catch her. He was going to confront her secret ocean boyfriend. He was going to be very mature and reasonable about it, and definitely not cry in his car afterwards.
She left at exactly 9:47 p.m.
She was wearing a long coat that covered her from neck to ankle. Her hair was damp. She moved quickly, her head down, walking toward the coast.
"Gotcha," Gen muttered, and followed.
The coast at night was a different world. The moon hung low and heavy over the water, painting the waves silver. Gen followed her along the shoreline, keeping his distance, his hood pulled low. He was doing great. He was being stealthy. He was practically a ninja.
Then she stopped. She looked around—once, twice—and then she walked directly into the ocean.
Gen's brain short-circuited. "What the—"
She didn't come back up.
He ran. He sprinted across the sand, his shoes filling with grit, his heart hammering in his throat. She was drowning. She was drowning, and he was going to save her, and then he was going to yell at her for being an idiot, and then he was going to kill her secret ocean boyfriend for letting this happen.
He splashed into the surf, the cold water soaking his jeans, his hoodie, his dignity. "What are you doing? Where are you? Come back here!"
Nothing. Just the waves.
And then, ten feet away, a head broke the surface.
But it wasn't her head. Well, it was. But it was different. Wetter. Wilder. Her hair was plastered to her skull, dark and sleek, and her eyes—her eyes were huge, pupils blown wide and dark, catching the moonlight like polished stones. And she wasn't standing. She was floating. Suspended in the water in a way that didn't make sense, that defied physics, that—
She rose higher. And Gen saw the tail.
It was long. Longer than legs. Iridescent scales in shades of green and silver and blue, shimmering like oil on water. Fins flared at the sides, delicate and translucent, catching the moonlight. The tail moved lazily beneath the surface, keeping her buoyant, and the woman attached to the tail was staring at him with an expression of pure, undisguised horror.
"Holy—" Gen's voice cracked. "You're a mermaid."
"Gen." Her voice was thin and terrified. "Gen, please. Let me explain."
"You're a mermaid. An actual mermaid. With a tail. In the ocean."
"It's not what it looks like."
"It looks like a tail."
"It's—I can explain—"
"Explain what? You have a tail. You've always had a tail? This whole time, you've had a tail, and you didn't tell me?" He ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. "The salt. The water. The full moon. The—the humming. The gills. Oh my god, those are real gills."
"Please stop yelling."
"I'm not yelling. I'm processing. There's a difference." He waded deeper into the water, his clothes soaking through, his teeth beginning to chatter. "You're a mermaid. That's why you always smell like the ocean. That's why you drink so much water. That's why you've been pushing me away."
"I didn't want you to find out." Her voice was barely a whisper, even now, even with the waves crashing around them. "I didn't want you to look at me like—like I was a monster."
"Who said you're a monster?"
"You're looking at me like I'm a monster."
"I'm looking at you like you're a mermaid. Which is different. Also—" He paused. A realisation struck him with the force of a tidal wave. "Wait. There's no other man."
"What?"
"The surfer. The salt tycoon. The guy with perfect abs."
Her brow furrowed. "Gen, what on earth are you talking about?"
"I thought—" He dragged a wet hand down his wetter face. "I thought you were seeing someone else. That's what I was doing here. I was trying to catch you meeting your secret boyfriend. I had binoculars. I made a timeline. I even considered making a PowerPoint."
"A PowerPoint?"
"The point is—" He stumbled forward, the water sloshing around his waist. "The point is I convinced myself you were cheating on me because you smelled like the ocean and disappeared on full moons and I couldn't figure out what was happening. And all along you were just... a mermaid."
"You made a timeline."
"It was very detailed."
"You thought I had a secret salt tycoon boyfriend."
"I was sleep-deprived and emotionally compromised. My brain went to dark places." He reached out, his hand hovering just above her tail, which was still swishing lazily beneath the surface. "Can I touch it? The tail? Is that weird? It's probably weird. I'm being weird."
"Gen."
"Because it's a very nice tail. Very shiny. The scales are—"
"Gen!"
He snapped his mouth shut. She was looking at him with an expression he'd never seen before—half terrified, half hopeful, completely vulnerable.
"You're not scared?" she asked.
"Of what?"
"Of me. Of this. I'm not human. I'll never be human. I have to be near water constantly. I have to sing to the moon once a month or I'll get sick. My family is a pod of mermaids who live in the Pacific Ocean and they think I'm insane for living on land. I come with baggage, Gen. Literal, oceanic baggage."
He considered this. "Are any of the mermaids trying to date you?"
"What?"
"Ex-boyfriends. Pod romances. Secret merman fiancés."
She stared at him. "No. There's no secret merman fiancé."
"Then I don't care about the baggage." He waded closer, until he was close enough to touch her. "I thought I was losing you to some guy with functional emotional intelligence. Instead I find out you're a mythological creature with a tail. This is a significant upgrade in my evening."
"You're so weird."
"I'm emotionally honest. There's a difference." He reached for her hand, his cold fingers wrapping around hers. "Listen. Whatever you are, whatever you've been hiding, whatever reason you had for not telling me—I don't care. I'm not going anywhere. You're my player two. I don't care if you have fins."
Her eyes filled with tears. "Gen—"
"I mean, obviously there are logistics. We'll need to live near water. I'll have to learn about salt content and moon cycles and whatever else mermaids need. I'm assuming you need a bigger bathtub. We can get a bigger bathtub."
"You're already planning our life together?"
"I've been planning our life together for six months. This is just a new variable." He squeezed her hand. "So. Is there anything else I should know? Scales, gills, anything venomous?"
"I'm not venomous."
"Good. That's good. Venom would have been a dealbreaker."
She laughed. A real laugh, bright and watery and completely unguarded. And then she leaned forward, her tail propelling her through the water, and pressed her lips to his. Gen Narumi, who had never been good at feelings or words or emotional honesty, kissed her back like it was the only thing he'd ever wanted to do. Like it was the only thing that mattered.
When they pulled apart, her gills were fluttering, and his ears were red, and they were both half-submerged in the Pacific Ocean.
"You're going to have to explain the full moon thing," he said. "And the humming. And the salt on the windowsills."
"It's a long story."
"I have time." He rested his forehead against hers. "I have all the time in the world."
"Also," she added, a hint of her usual sharpness returning, "you made a PowerPoint?"
"In my defense, I didn't finish it."
"Can I see it?"
"Absolutely not."
"Gen—"
"I was in a dark place. You smelled like seaweed and I thought you were dating a surfer. We're not dwelling on this."
"I want to see the timeline."
"The timeline is classified."
"Was it colour-coded?"
He didn't answer. Which was answer enough.
Her laughter echoed across the waves, bright and wild and full of joy. And in the moonlit water, with a mermaid in his arms and salt on his lips and his ruined shoes somewhere at the bottom of the sea, Gen Narumi thought that maybe—just maybe—being wrong had never felt so right.
The next morning, a very damp, very exhausted Gen showed up at the base with sand still in his hair.
Hoshina took one look at him and raised an eyebrow. "Rough night?"
"My girlfriend is a mermaid."
"I told you that."
"You didn't tell me. You guessed."
"What's the difference?"
"I thought she had a secret boyfriend."
Hoshina's expression flickered through several stages—confusion, disbelief, and finally, deep, genuine amusement. "You thought your girlfriend was cheating on you because she smelled like the ocean, and instead of asking her about it, you stalked her to the beach and discovered she was a mythical creature."
"I made a timeline."
"You're the most insane person I've ever met."
"I'm aware." Gen slumped into his chair, still damp, still sandy, still reeling. "She's a mermaid. An actual mermaid. And I accused her of dating a salt tycoon."
Hoshina's silence was deafening.
"Don't," Gen warned.
"I didn't say anything."
"You were going to."
"I was not going to say anything."
"Your face was saying it."
"My face is expressing sympathy," Hoshina said, his voice perfectly level. "And also mild amusement. But mostly sympathy."
"I hate you."
"You hate that I'm right." He paused. "So. Mermaid girlfriend. That's new. Does she need anything? Bigger bathtub? Kelp subscription?"
"Don't start."
"Too late. I've already started." Hoshina leaned back in his chair, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Does this mean you're moving to the beach?"
"I haven't thought that far ahead."
"You should. Property values near the coast are very reasonable this time of year."
"I am not discussing real estate with you at nine in the morning."
"You're the one who brought it up."
Gen buried his face in his hands. His ears were still pink. He could still feel the ghost of scales against his palms, the press of her lips, the salt water drying on his skin. He was exhausted and confused and completely, incandescently happy.
"I'm going to marry her," he said, his voice muffled by his hands.
"Obviously."
"I'm serious."
"I know you are." Hoshina clapped him on the shoulder. "Now go take a shower. You smell like low tide."
Gen flipped him off. But he was smiling.
And somewhere, in an apartment by the sea, a mermaid was humming a melody that sounded like nothing on any radio station, and thinking about a boy who'd made a timeline and a PowerPoint and followed her into the ocean. Thinking about a boy who'd looked at her tail and her gills and her scales and decided she was worth it anyway.
Thinking about a boy who was, without question, the strangest, most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her.
She checked her phone. A text from Gen lit up the screen: just so you know, the salt tycoon thing is still embarrassing. we're telling the grandkids a different story
She laughed, her gills fluttering, and typed back: what story?
His response came immediately: idk. something with dragons. i'll workshop it
you're ridiculous
you're a mermaid. we both have secrets
She smiled at her phone, her tail swishing lazily in the bathtub, and thought about the future. About bigger bathtubs and moonlit swims and a boy who loved her even when she didn't make sense. About a life that was strange and salty and completely, perfectly theirs.
zombie apocalypse sex with protective caleb after a near-death experience
cw: mention of potential sa and just generally feeling like prey during the near-death experience portion of this. typical apocalyptic violence outside of that.
It's easy to forget his strength when his touch is always so gentle. When you're safe, he lets you forget everything he's capable of; the reason you've both made it this long.
Safety lets you forget.
And then—when it inevitably all it all goes to shit again—you remember.
"Get in!" he calls through the wall of bodies separating you. He keeps the attention of most of them, but there's a few stumbling in your direction—too many for you to handle alone. "Now!" he shouts as he takes another moaning monster down.
It goes against every instinct you have—to leave him to fight this alone. But this was his domain. This was when you did whatever the fuck he told you to do. It was how you survived.
and baby, you're all that I want
When Marquis Gojo Satoru goes missing after the bloody fight, the entire empire is in uproar! Until his loyal soldiers accidentally discover him living in a small village working as a... noodle seller? And he has a wife?!
pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader
content/warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, inspired by drama, Gojo yearns to have a family, domestic life he deserves, pregnancy, marriage
WC: 5.5k
a/n: loosely inspired by Chinese drama Pursuit of Jade 逐玉!
idk who the artist is, pls help!
Two men walked through plains and meadows under the scorching, merciless sun. Their full armour weighed heavily on tired shoulders, and horses were getting more tired each day. They barely had any water, and milky buns long gone stale, with their usual soft dough crumpling under their touch.
They've been looking for their general for six months already, with the hunt being fruitless from the very start. Marquis Gojo Satoru fell on the battlefield alone, with all his other soldiers getting bowled like wild deer. Since that cursed night – no one has seen him. The most powerful general in the entire empire, with the emperor himself paying in pure silver just to find his most precious warrior.
That's why Suguru – his strategist – and Nanami – most devoted general – decided to walk the vast plains of the empire, just to find their Marquis. He wasn't dead, surely, as not many things could hurt his almost divine body. As if created by the Jade Emperor himself.
Built like a boar, with the strength of a thousand men, Gojo Satoru was the strongest one in the whole empire. Surely he must've been kept hidden, with hundreds of men trying to conceal the Marquis from the world and use him as a future leverage.
Could someone from a traitorous clan kidnap him?
Maybe his wounds after the fight were truly too severe, and he just wasn't strong enough to break free?
Whatever the reason was, Suguru and Nanami were dead-set on finishing their mission.
After a half day of walking, they stepped down the mountain, following a gentle brook that let their horses drink to the brim. Both men cleaned themselves up a bit and ate last, stale buns, dreaming of having even a simple bowl of noodles.
Thus, imagine how joyous they were upon seeing a little village, hidden deep between the mountains with nothing but tall trees and a wide river spinning through it. If Suguru didn't lift his head up while drinking from the brook, surely he wouldn't notice it. Low, wooden roofs were almost fully obscured by lush forest, and nothing but a gentle, white smoke curled around some dirty chimneys.
when u come home colonel 😴🚬
18+ mdni
A new upload from Ryotic—the anonymous artist whose ink bleeds between exquisite anatomy and monstrous, tentacled fantasies.
But it isn't just his art that makes your breath hitch, it's the audios that play over them. His voice is a dark, velvet sandpaper—a rich, deep baritone that thrums in the back of your throat. It's smoky, authoritative, and devastatingly masculine.
“Come here, give me your hand,” he murmurs, and even though he’s miles away in a soundproof booth probably, you find your fingers twitching. “Let me show you how I touch myself when I think of you.”
Cast in the blue glow of your screen, your hand is already drifting down to the damp silk of your underwear. It's pathetic, really. You're obsessed with a faceless illustrator with a sexy voice.
The wet, sticky click of skin on skin as he pumps himself in slow strokes comes next. You can hear the weight of him, the heavy, deliberate slide of his fist gripping his cock. It’s unhurried and filthy. He lets out a low, gruff grunt, a sound so primal it feels like it’s scarring your very psyche.
“You like being called names, don't you?” He chuckles, a devastatingly earnest rumble that feels like a caress. “Yeah, you little fuck toy? Wanna be pushed around and folded into whatever position I want, huh? Be a good girl and let me hear you, fuck yourself like you want me to.”
The pace of his strokes quickens with your own fingers as the pads rub firm circles onto your pulsing bud. The audio is crisp—you can hear his breath hitching, the desperate, needy way he’s inhaling.
“Ah, fuck, baby," he slurs, the endearmeant dripping off his tongue like honey. “That's it. Fuck that wet little pussy for me. Are you actually flustered while you're riding your fingers?”
Your dirty little secret is lost in the throes of pleasure. The sounds are raw—the kind of unhinged, guttural groans that would haunt your bloodline if they ever leaked into the open air. He sounds animalistic, his breath catching into strained, choked-off whines as he nears the edge.
“Uh-uh, don't run. You're not gonna piss yourself, this is the best part,” your mouth falls agape when his voice cuts in right as you're shying away from your hand when your bladder feels heavy, “Relax, you can handle it. Thaaat's my girl. Cum for me.”
Internet Girl - C.K.
Synopsis. On campus? Choso Kamo’s the sweet, shy nerd you share film class with - the one who can barely meet your eyes without blushing. Online? Choso Kamo is really @cursed(your)wombz—the #1 streamer on C4mBoyfriends with 820k followers to see his…nine inches. And he might just be looking for a partner.
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, streamer!Choso, (sort of) B́J Alex AU, cámboy!Choso, college AU, he’s a nerd, film nerd!Choso, secret identities, masks, píercings (ears, tóngue, D), tattoos, chat, streaming, you’re a fan, identity reveal, exhíbitíonism, oraI (fem rec.), again PlERCINGS, tongue f, spítting, p sIapping, p talking, letting the viewers choose, fíngering with rings, overstím, dúmbifícation, Jacob’s Ladder, rough s, fiIthy s, he’s sIightly mean, tummy buIges, making it fit, pressing down, talking you through it, cIit pinching, pússydrúnk Choso, matíng presses, chokíng, manhandIing, mocking, sIight níppIe stim, creampíes, chat Iove you, cúmpIay, getting together, Phantom of the Opera references, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 14.9k
A/N. Hehehehehe-
Sunday was the night you’d found him; sprawled out on your bed and thumbing through the Internet. Some glitzy pop song you couldn’t name blasted from your speakers, and the room was saturated in the tingly excitement of having speedy Wi-Fi, no assignments, and the night to yourself. LED lights pink.
You’re checking some of your messages - doling out a few hearts, a few reposts - when that bell-shaped button bursts in blue. A new notification.
@cursed(your)wombz liked your repost.
It was on a photograph of the Sun—big and yellow, seemingly melting over a grey horizon.
Which was perfectly ordinary- this was the Internet, after all. And though your list of followers was modest, of course you’d interact with a stranger here and there.
The problem was in the way the notification disappeared as soon as it came.
An…accident maybe? This person had liked and unliked your repost. And without a second thought, you’re typing their username into the search bar.
And clicking on their profile.
THIS WAS SO FIREEEE OMGOGMGOGMGOMG
What do you think about Yuuji being so engrossed in fucking you that he accidentally let Sukuna out?
🛞 FLIP THE SWITCH ✩ yuuji itadori ft ryomen sukuna .ᐟ
🏁 pit stop ! 𖦹 yuuji always maintains a good grip on his emotions. for his friends, for his old teachers, for you. he has to, in order to protect the ones he loves from sukuna. except for the one time he doesn’t. (3.1K)
🏁 safety car ! ⋆ not safe for work ⋆ smut ⋆ eighteen plus only. curses au, sorta canon compliant, characters in 20s, established relationship, dubcon, marking, cheating (kinda?), implied violence, rough sex, unprotected sex, jujutsu sorcerer yuuji itadori, sukuna & fem reader.
── © tteokdoroki ╱ 2026.
i feel like yuuji always does his best to make sure he’s in control around you. he’s pretty good at keeping sukuna in check usually, around his old teachers and his friends — but around you he works overtime. there’s a constant fear that the king of curses will jump out and maim you… it’s all sukuna really talks about. how he’s so excited to taste your flesh, pull you apart maybe even wreck that sweet hole of yours if yuuji lets him slip.
it’s why he keeps his emotions in check too. you never fuck angry, you never stay angry at one another in case sukuna sees a crack in your sweet boyfriend’s resolve and does his best to break free — trickling through the teeny tiny emotional wound before the two of you’ve had a chance to patch things up. sukuna’s always watching though, waiting — he almost knows your body as well as itadori does since he’s seeing the world through his eyes, anyway. you love being full, two fingers reaching for the back of your throat whilst two more play with the gooey mess lathered over your clit. sometimes, you like it soft and tender — on your back while the brat moves languid and slow as if he’s trying to carve his way into the depths of your body and live between each one of your ribs. he might as well enjoy the show.
Imagine: The first time Na'vi! Caleb sees a human. Content warning: size difference, possessive!Caleb, obsessive!Caleb, use of she/her pronouns, feral behaviour. Authors note: Translations from Na'vi to English are ordered according as sentences appear. You can find the translations at the bottom of the post. The translations I did may not be at all correct because I translated word by word trying to make each sentence coherent by using the dictionaries and translators of Na’vi language. Sorry for the incorrect grammatical pronunciations. Also sorry for gramatical errors, english it's not my first language.
Credits to divider: @cafekitsune
Na'vi! Caleb, who was going out for a hunt, all damp from the rain. The sound of the droplets mixed with everything, making his hearing difficult to his surroundings, but the scents in the forest are more prominent to his nose thanks to that. His eyes are focused on every move, watching his steps of a possible mistake to scare away the prey, but there is something strange, something new, an aroma he has never smelled before. It was sweet, ripe like a pale pod; his fangs itched at the mere thought of running his tongue over it, licking, sucking, marking. He shook his head trying to come back to his senses, it was intoxicating.
His long muscular legs moved with stealthiness at each step he took, moving the dirt beneath his feet with ease, bow in one hand and the other adjusting his arrow, ready to shoot and kill. He aims in front of him in a single movement, shoulders flexing and torso expanding, but he stops abruptly when he sees you. A human.
Caleb lowers his arrow as he looks at your terrified expression. His eyes observing your smaller form, soft compared to a Na’vi body, weaker. Your chest was plump, two small buds peeking against the wet clothes by the cold, and your aroma, it was intoxicating, it made his heart accelerate, making him feel strange, a sensation of deja vu, members of his clan describing that sensation when finding a mate.
He was fascinating; so this is how a human female looked like, compared to a female Na’vi body, they had some similarities.
He relaxed his pose, less intimidating, he hadn't meant to scare you. “Mawey… Tawtute”. He kneels, raising his hands showing you he is no threat, looking at each of your reactions, how your breathing becomes slower, the way you stop biting your lower lip and your nails stop digging in your palms. He points at his chest “Caleb” he says slowly, tapping his fingers and repeating his name. You gulp the fear down your throat as you imitate the gesture of his hands, you pronounce your name; Caleb savorates each syllable in his tongue, your name was so precious to him now, he would never get tired of repeating it.
Na'vi! Caleb, who’s first time seeing a human. He was taught since young that the sky people were soulless creatures, who worshipped the steel like a god, destroying everything in their path. He was supposed to hate humans, kill them; but looking at you made all those hostile thoughts disappear. Humans were demons, then why did you look as if Eywa had created you just for him? So small, so soft, so vulnerable, his mate. Your head barely could reach his hipbone, and still, in your eyes he could see your feistiness.
You were wearing a strange kind of large white tunic that was soaked by the rain, he could inspect that synthetic material later, right now he needs to get you to a safer place, dry and cozy, like hell he was going back to hometree so his clan could question him and kill you after it. What he didn't know is that you had got lost after escaping the RDA laboratories.
Na'vi! Caleb who holds you with ease despite your restless movements, he was being careful, bringing you to his hunting spot above from the ground. It was too high to escape as you looked down from the branch. The higher you both were it was safer, he thought as he began to descend the tree. “Wait! I don’t want to be left here!” you told him, grabbing for dear life at the trunk behind you. But Caleb didn’t understand your language, so he just understood your desperate actions for some kind of need, maybe some food. “Tawtute ohakx, tätxaw mawkrra”, he smiled at you as he left.
You didn’t understand a single word that came from his mouth, ironic, since you were born in Pandora, but growing up with humans in the laboratories was different; speaking your native language every day and barely hearing one or two Na’vi words all your life. That happens when the RDA decides that it’s a great idea that humans should grow a neural queue by changing their DNA, still considering today that the Avatar project was a waste of time and this being the solution for the future human race. You had escaped.
Na'vi! Caleb, who is back from a successful hunt, begins to clean the carcass and starts a fire, roasting the meat and mixing with some vegetables. After he finishes he extends the bowl at you, but you backed away without taking your eyes off him, you didn’t know if all Pandora’s food was edible for humans. Caleb observed you, concerned as you weren’t accepting the food he had made specifically to make you gain more calories by the coldness of your body. He smiled again, this time bringing the bowl near your face, caressing your leg as a way to comfort you, “Nga zene yom”, but you looked away. That was not the reaction he wanted.
If Eywa had sent him this human girl as a mate, it was his duty to care for her, to protect her, to keep her warm and full. Maybe she was being shy, still not recognizing his caring as a devoted future mate, he thought. She just needed time.
You screamed when suddenly you were picked up and placed on Caleb’s lap, one hand holding you down, his fingers almost covering your abdomen and waist completely. He reached for the bowl taking in between his fingers a piece of meat and bringing it to your mouth; you backed away again, desperately trying to get off of him, “I don’t want it, it’s not safe”, he interpreted your words as if you were scared of the food, “Mawey, syuve ke txumnga’ ’”, he brought the meat to his mouth as his fangs tore a piece, chewing and swallowing, showing you there was no danger. You didn’t oppose him this time, he waited patiently until you opened your mouth and chewed. He caressed your bottom lip as a reward, “Sìltsan lefnele”.
Na'vi! Caleb, who becomes more obsessed of you as the days pass. Most of the time he is near you, keeping a watchful eye on your movements as he sits on the edge of the branch cleaning his weapons meticulously. You would’ve thought he was just observing his bow, but when you attempt to put a foot out from the pelts he arranged especially for you, he would immediately look inside the tree. Freezing you would cover yourself again and not dare to come out.
You look down at the forest floor, it was a strange place but majestic at the same time, growing up surrounded by white walls was all you knew. The people at RDA told you stories about earth, how once it was a place full of green growing life, today in day it was ruled by steel. You flinched when you suddenly felt his presence behind, you looked up at him as his yellow eyes observed every detail at the light of the sun, his hand resting on his hip and the other caressing your cheek. “Could you help me get down?” you hoped he understood this time, just a little bit, but Caleb only smiled and walked away starting to prepare dinner. Maybe it was time to find a way down from this gigantic tree on your own.
Na'vi Caleb was so gentle with you, each step he took was three for you, so trying to avoid his massive body was complicated. He would kneel waiting for you to approach, you would ignore him; sometimes he was tracing and twirling the locks of your hair, taking his time to comb out the knots, but when his fingers got near your neural queue, at least that was what humans called it, you would step out from his embrace leaving him dumbfounded. That place on your nape made you really sensitive, so letting someone else touch it wasn’t that comfortable. Caleb didn't seem to mind letting you be, it was strange for him seeing a kuru on a human but didn’t dare to touch further. Grateful to Eywa by letting you breathe Pandora’s air, he could try asking later.
There were days you weren't in mood of feeling his hands enveloping or caressing your body so you would yell at him for some space and punching his chest at the same time, barely feeling any pain by your small hands but he listened; Caleb understood basic emotions in other creatures so your anger didn’t look alien to him, he would let you be, going out for hours and bringing back bigger hunts and sometimes courting gifts hoping it would make you happy. When you accepted his offerings he would just give you that big puppy smile and making those strange purring sounds from his chest.
It was starting to get suffocating staying at the same place after days, it's not like you had another place to go, the RDA was all you knew and this small tree home. So when Caleb began to climb down you followed, alarmed he immediately climbed back up carrying you in his hand with a swift motion, your feet touching the branch again. “Let me come down with you! It’s getting boring being up here alone for hours.”, Caleb only looked at you, “Lehrrap, tawtute hì'i sì kì'ong. Nga ke tsun nong oe mi. Fìtseng kxuke ne nga”. You didn’t understand the meaning of his words, but his expression said it all when he began to descend again, he would be back at nightfall. You couldn’t wait another day like this, it was becoming claustrophobic in a way.
An hour passed by, it was time. Holding for dear life at every branch and vines, your feet carefully stepping at giant fungus; it may have taken you half an hour, but finally you were standing on the wet soil ground. You ran away from that place.
Na'vi Caleb, who got back from another successful hunt, wanting to surprise you with some sweet fruit he found on his way, imagining the expression on your face when you gave the first bite just made his heart flutter. As he entered his small home he was welcomed by silence, your scent was still there but you were nowhere to see; his instincts were on full alert in an instance, searching for any trace of a predator, crouching as he moved in a slow calculated pace around the room, he lifted up the pelts you slept in, searched the treetop, inside his small home again, but you weren't there. As he stood outside on the branch his eyes traveled all the way down to the base of the tree, his pupils contracted. “Skxawng”.
There were too many dangerous in Pandora’s forest, animals could easily attack a human and devour them, poisonous plants could spray their toxic spores at you and would be dead in seconds, you could fall at the river bank hitting your head with a rock at the tumultuous current, or a Na’vi from his clan could find you in his path and kill you without hesitation. His people couldn’t understand the connection he had felt the first time he saw you, so there was no safer place than staying by his side.
He was a hunter, a skillful hunter. So finding you wouldn't take him that long. His hands traced the wet soil, his developed sense of smell perceiving the aromas nearby, a faint sweet scent of sweat droplets was still in the air impregnated in the plants.
You were running, but he already knew where you were going.
| Translations |
Mawey… Tawtute: Calm down… Human. Tawtute ohakx, tätxaw mawkrra: Human hungry, return later. Nga zene yom: You must eat. Mawey, syuve ke txumnga’: Calm down, food not poisonous. Sìltsan lefnele: Good female. Lehrrap, tawtute hì'i sì kì'ong. Nga ke tsun nong oe mi. Fìtseng kxuke ne nga: Dangerous, human small and slow. You still can't keep up with me. Here is safe for you. Skxawng: Idiot.
Authors note: Thankssss for reading. It's been a long time since I wrote fics again, it feels like the first time that it made me nervous to publish. Maybe I'll right a second part if my inspirations doesn't vanish lol.
Hope yall liked it~.
© finding-galaxys : Please do not translate, repost or use my work to feed ai.
Loved it ! 🩷 It was so very interesting. Although, I kinda laughed a little thinking of the size difference. 😆 Reader must be like a barbie doll compared to Na'vi! Caleb.
ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ. if you wanna come, give my brother some!
synopsis: the one where you’re dying to go to a frat party. you don’t want to go alone, and your best friend itadori promises to take you on one condition: you talk to his older brother. just talk, nothing crazy. of course, you never do anything half-assed.
content: MDNI. frat!choso kamo x reader, top reader x sub choso, college au, modern au, drinking, edible usage, vaping, alcohol, hookup, mutual attraction, explicit smut, slight age gap (college, reader is a freshman and choso is a senior), oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, creampie, dry humping, choso cums too soon, reader tops, teasing, crack humor, overwatch references (i have an addiction)
wc: 4.6k
a/n: art by thatsallitchief! y'all when i tell you i had so much work to do after spring break but mama got it done and is feeding y'all. except i feel like this one wound up being kind of rushed... also can you tell i've never been to a frat. they lowkey scare me which is why i would want my close personal bestie yuji itadori to accompany me to one!! anyways. i wrote most of this while half asleep soooooo sorry if there's any mistakes i missed while proofreading <333 i feel like i treat a/ns like diary entries lmfao
“pleaaaasee, itadori,” you pouted and rested your head on his shoulder, giving him puppy eyes. “please? kappa is throwing a huge one this weekend.”
itadori, who had his laptop open to his lecture notes but was really buried in his instagram reels, waved a hand. “kappa sucks anyways. weird ass frat.”
you raised a brow. “and you would know? you never go to frats, you spent every friday night playing fortnite or whatever…” you retorted, crossing your arms and slouching back in your chair. itadori scoffed in response. “modern warfare. and for your information, not every friday! sometimes i go to sig tau.”
“sig tau?”
“yeah. my older brother is a member.”
you shot up in your seat. “you have an older brother?” your jaw dropped, and itadori finally looked up from his phone. “yeah. look, dude. tung tung sahur.” he grinned, showing you his phone. you didn’t pay any attention to the brainrot he was showing you, more focused on the pressing matter at hand.
“itadori. you have an older brother who’s in a frat and you haven’t taken me yet?”
he shrugged. “i didn’t think you’d wanna go. buuuut i guess i can bring you with this weekend… on one condition.”
“anything.”
itadori grinned like how he did when he was about to steal one of your ramen cups. “talk to my brother.”
your raised brow and your smile dropped. a set up? “hell no.”
“please? i think you’ll really like him. he’s on the rugby team, he’s really tall—“
“nope. i told you, after that situationship from welcome week, men are off limits for me,” you held up a hand, shaking your head. itadori scoffed. “i wouldn’t really call fushiguro a situationship, more like a deluluship—“
“regardless! men are a no-no.”
itadori gave you a knowing look. “okay then. no frat. you can go to kappa on your own.”
you frowned at the thought of sticky floors, cheap alcohol, and being by yourself with no other friends. kugisaki and maki had no interest in coming with you to a frat. “… fine. what’s his instagram?” you gave in with a sigh.
itadori’s thumbs flew across his screen before he pulled up the page: a blank. user chosokamo. not even a profile picture.
“wow. he’s handsome,” you muttered sarcastically.
“he’s shy.”
“a shy frat guy on the rugby team? i don’t buy it.”
“you’ll see,” itadori grinned. “he’s nice. really, he’s quiet, but he’s a sweet guy. you’ll love him.”
“do i have to sleep with him or something?”
“i doubt you’ll get that far.”
you weren’t one to turn down a challenge. come friday night, you’d stalked down all of choso’s profiles. instagram, twitter, snapchat (practically nonexistent snap score), tiktok, spotify, linkedin, battle.net account. reposts of cat videos, playlists with rap and 2000s emo rock music for workouts, worked at a… plant nursery as a part time job? majored in biology with a focus in hematology. mained mizuki in overwatch.
you looked yourself over in the mirror while itadori waited outside. micro shorts, a cute halter top, some layered jewelry, shitty sneakers (in case of spills), and dolly makeup. good enough.
“come onnnnn slut!” itadori groaned outside your door. you swung it open and glared at him. “give me the goods.”
itadori rolled his eyes and slammed a red, sugarcoated gummy and pink vape in your hand. “can’t believe i’m your plug and your ride to a frat. for free.”
you scoffed, chewing the gummy. “hey, i gave you answers to the midterm, didn’t i? consider this payment. also, strawberry cloud dream?” you raised a brow at the pink device.
“it matches my hair!”
the sigma tau house was three blocks from campus and you could hear it before you saw it. it was brick and not exactly a small house, led lights in each window. red cups littered the lawn and a few guys out front were doing something that looked like it had started as a drinking game but had wound up being something entirely different.
you took a long drag of the strawberry cloud and ghosted it before braving a step inside. sticky floors, bass that vibrated your inner ear, faces you couldn’t really make out due to the low lighting.
you hadn’t even realized itadori left your side when he came back to you bearing gifts: a red solo cup. “sprite and svedka,” he grinned proudly.
you took a hesitant sip and grimaced. “holy shit. dude, this is svedka and like… a splash of sprite.”
itadori laughed and slung his arm around your shoulder. “welcome to your first frat party. okay, so, choso is in the kitchen—“
“the kitchen?”
“yeah, he doesn’t like the main room. actually, he doesn’t like coming out of his room…”
your brow furrowed. this guy didn’t sound like he belonged to a frat. then again, he studied blood. you let yuji lead you to the kitchen, shuffling past a girl who was throwing up into the trash can and right towards—
holy shit.
definitely over six feet worth of pure muscle, not too bulked but just beefy enough, eye bags, a scar on his nose bridge? no matter. dark hair that reached just below his ears, a wearing a band top and jeans. the hand holding his phone was both veiny and boney, his knuckles highlights with ridges of veins that ran down to his forearms. definitely your type. fushiguro who?
“yo, bro!” itadori smiled and waved, guiding you towards him. the man looked up, glanced at you, then looked back to his brother. “hey, yuji.”
you stood awkwardly at itadori’s side, mouth watering as you watched his older brother converse with him. his jaw was nice and defined, his lips pouted just the slightest bit…
“so this is my friend…” he finally introduced you. “the girl from my freshman year seminar i told you about? and this is my brother choso kamo, he’s a senior… right! so, um, i’m gonna go grab another drink—“
“wait, itadori!” you hissed, but he was gone in a flash. you whipped back to face his older brother, laughing nervously. “hi…”
“… hi.”
you stood in awkward silence for a moment. “so… kamo? not itadori?” you blurted out the ice breaker, and immediately regretted it. who asked a stranger about the specifics of their last name? was it the alcohol, or your nerves, or both?
“it’s… a long story…” choso looked away.
“right…” you dropped your gaze to the ground, then back up at him. you weren’t giving up. “so… itadori tells me you study biology? hematology?” a lie, obviously you’d figured out from stalking his linkedin. choso blinked up at you. “… yeah. he told you that?”
you nodded and lied through your teeth. “yeah. pretty… specific. why blood?”
choso shrugged and took a sip of whatever was in his cup. “my family has a history of blood disorders…” he murmured. “i wanted to understand it, so… i studied it.”
“oh,” you nodded slowly. it wasn’t the answer you’d expected. to be honest, you didn’t know what to expect with this guy. his head tilted up and you could make out the faintest tint of pink of his ears. “sorry. not good party conversation, huh?”
you shrugged. “i wouldn’t know. this is my first frat.”
his eyes widened. “your first— and you’re talking with me?” he scoffed. “you should go out and have fun with yuji.”
“i like talking with you,” you blurted out thanks to the 99% svedka drink in your cup. you realized how stupid you'd sounded. maybe three sentences exchanged with this guy and you liked talking with him?
he swallowed thickly. “you do…?” he mumbled, then straightened up when you nodded. “… what do you study?”
you could’ve easily ended the conversation fifteen, twenty minutes ago. once you got to the forty minute mark and had flown through three different topics of conversation with choso, you’d forgotten about your deal with itadori.
“so… mizuki?” you tilted your head. choso was smiling just the slightest bit by now. “yeah. used to main reinhardt, but his shield got nerfed.”
“so you abandoned him for support?” you laughed softly. “hey, at least you could be my d.va’s pocket healer now.”
choso raised a brow. “you play d.va? not surprised.”
you scoffed. “what’s that supposed to mean?” choso shrugged, not answering the question. “you play other video games?” he asked. you shrugged. “usually cod or fortnite with itadori. you?”
“… league of legends. on occasion.”
“ew.”
“hey!”
you busted out laughing, holding his arm for balance. you were about to make another snarky comment about his taste in video games when a head of pink hair swayed up to you guys.
“heyyyy guyssss…” he laughed and threw his arms around the both of you, effectively squishing you against choso’s firm chest. “having fun? need refills? you want—“
“yuji. go away,” choso playfully shoved his brother, earning a wide grin from your friend. “right right, of course, if you guys need anything… more drinks, condoms—“
“yuji!”
you laughed and rested your hand on choso’s chest, not having moved from where you’d been pressed against him. he tilted his head down to look at you. “sorry about him.”
“don’t apologize for him,” you smiled. “he’s an idiot, but i'm getting used to it.”
“yeah? how’s that going?” choso smirked, earning another small laugh from you. “not well.”
choso hummed. “try living with him for 19 years.”
“huh?” you tilted your head. the music had been turned up impossibly louder. choso leaned in and spoke a little louder in your ear. “i said, try living with him for 19 years.”
you laughed softly, the alcohol making you bubbly and flirty. “it’s loud in here.”
“it is,” he agreed, setting his cup down. “you wanna go up to my room?” he blurted out, then stilled. “i mean… just ‘cause it’s quieter. and i have my xbox so we can play games. not ‘cause… i mean— unless you’d—“
you suddenly felt sobered up. this had just been a stupid challenge, you remembered, but now it was real. “choso,” you cut him off, then nodded with a small smile. “lead the way.”
on your way up the stairs, led by choso holding your hand. you glanced down at the party to find itadori’s jaw dropped as he stared up at you, then he gave you a thumbs up and a big smile. you pretended you didn’t see him.
choso’s hand immediately left yours as soon as you were in his room. assuming he was undressing or tidying up his bed or something, you looked around his room. my chemical romance and deftones posters, textbooks, a bonsai tree.
then you heard the xbox turning on. you whipped around to find him sitting in his beanbag, thumbing the controller and looking up at you expectantly.
oh my god. he was actually serious about playing video games.
you glanced at him, then the tv. “you’re… serious?”
he furrowed his brow. “why wouldn’t i be?”
you pushed aside the ache between your thighs and settled next to him in his beanbag, noticing how he tensed up a little. you took the second controller and resigned yourself to the fact that instead of getting laid tonight, you’d be queuing up in ranked.
you were terrible at overwatch on console. you were used to pc and were still getting used to the controls. “you just walked into the enemy team,” choso muttered.
“excuse me. i’m tanking.”
“your kd is tanking, you mean.”
you frowned. “i’m used to pc, okay?”
“here,” he actually smiled, scooting closer behind you, wrapping his arms around yours and placing his hands over yours. “okay, left stick moves,” he mumbled in your ear. “right stick is for camera. this button shoots. this one’s your ult. you good?”
you glanced up at him, your faces inches away from each other. “yeah…” you murmured, looking back to the screen and playing better now that you knew the controls. “like this?”
“yeah, just like that… good.”
your thighs squeezed together, and you blushed as you realized he was close enough to probably feel it. you glanced back up at him, hearing your character die on the screen as you lost focus. choso didn’t comment, only staring down at you. he was close, close enough that you could make out the little scar on the bridge of his nose, the slight furrow of his brow, the way his lips had parted just a bit.
without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. both controllers clattered to the floor.
choso was quick and eager, returning the kiss and grabbing your waist. his tongue slipped into your mouth, rubbing against yours as he grunted with effort. you felt his cock straining against his jeans as he almost rutted against your thigh.
he caught himself, though, and pulled away panting softly, his lips glossed with your saliva. “s-sorry, that was—“
you shut him up with another kiss, pulling him close and swinging your leg over so you were straddling his lap. he groaned and pulled you closer, grinding up into you. you rolled your hips in response, and a high pitched noise bubbled up from his throat.
you pulled away to find him beet red with wide eyes. “that wasn’t—“
“you whimpered.”
his face scrunched up a bit. "what? no, i didn't-"
his protest was cut off as you rolled your hips again, an undeniable, broken, high pitched noise spilled from his lips. his fingers dug into your waist, trying to hold you still as he looked away, his cheeks flushed.
"oh my god," you half breathed out, half laughed out. "you're serious."
"stop." his voice held no conviction, his body betraying him as you felt his hips bucking up and rubbing up against you just the slightest bit.
you smirked and lifted your hips, pulling off of him. "fine," you murmured, and he immediately got the look of a kicked puppy, instinctively reaching for your waist again. "wait, no, don't-"
he paused as you got on your knees in front of him, running a hand through your hair to push it back. "... oh," he murmured, his hand sifting into your hair as you undid his jeans. his breath audibly hitched when you pulled his boxers down, his cock slapping up against his abs. he was already throbbing in your hand and beading pre, which you thumbed and smeared over his flared head.
“fuck…” he groaned, spreading his legs further apart. you looked up at him through your lashes. “sensitive?” you teased, and he only managed a nod in response.
you hummed and gently pumped him, barely even that. deciding to tease, you basically ghosted your fingers over his length, then leaned in and pressed a little wet kiss to his leaking tip.
“mm-hm!” his hips bucked up and a whine bubbled up from his chest. his tip prodded at your lips, and you took the opportunity to close your lips around him and sink your head down just a few inches. he was already a whining mess, tugging at your hair as his thighs tensed.
“fuck—“ he groaned after not even a minute. “wait, wait, wait— ‘m not gonna—“
you pulled off of him, lips still connected to his cock by a string of saliva. “don’t tell me you’re already close,” you raised a brow.
he huffed a small, nervous laugh. “i… think i am…” and judging by how he looked, he wasn’t lying. dark hair sticking with sweat to his forehead just a bit, his chest rising and falling as he panted, his flushed skin, face and ears tinted pink.
“that fast?” a shit-eating grin tugged at your lips.
he groaned and let his head fall back, scrubbing his free hand down his face. “you were just…!” he protested, gesturing vaguely to his lap, then you.
you hummed. “fair.” you moved to take him back into your mouth, but a tug on your hair stopped you. frowning, you protested. “what…?”
his chest was still heavy with his panting, his hips twitching up into the air. “just— i won’t last if you keep—“
“so?” you shrugged, dropping your gaze back to where your hand was wrapped around him. you stuck out your tongue and let a glob of spit spill to his tip, then smeared it along his slit. “i know i was teasing you, but i don’t care. really.”
he groaned and tugged at your hair again, then reached down and pulled you up by your arms, making you squeak in surprise. “choso—!”
“not like this…” he grunted, hoisting you up effortlessly, holding your legs around his waist as he stood. “wanna make you feel good first…” he mumbled shyly into your neck, setting you down on the bed and kissing down your body. his lips left a wet, cool trail on your skin, goosebumps following.
your stomach did a flip. itadori was right… he really was sweet. your expression softened. “you don’t have to—“
“i want to,” he mumbled against your inner thigh, his lips suckling gently at the skin there. he hesitated, pulling just an inch away and gazing up at you like he was already drunk on you. “… is that okay?”
your heart flopped around in your chest. “yeah…” you sighed out softly. he nodded and carefully undid the button and zipper of your jeans, pulling them down with your panties.
“holy shit…” he mumbled aloud, probably meaning to keep that in his head. he reached up hesitantly and gently spread your drooling folds with his fingers. he glanced back up at you with wider puppy eyes, quietly asking for permission.
you nodded, fingers threading into his dark locks. “go ahead.”
he didn’t waste a second, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before suckling the bud between his lips.
“fuck—!” your knees jerked up along with your hips. "oh my god, where the fuck did you-?"
"mmph," he grunted against your cunt. "'m not a virgin, y'know,"
your cheeks flushed. "yeah, i knew that..." you grumbled, even though up until about five seconds ago you'd figured he hadn't felt the touch of a woman before. he huffed against you and picked up his pace as if he now had something to prove, his tongue delving between your folds and slurping up every drop of your slick. his thumb came to rub quick little circles into your swollen bud, leaving you fisting at his hair.
"choso- holy shit-"
"mmf..." he grunted, his hips jerking against the mattress. he kept humming and grunting in both the effort of eating you out and the pleasure from grinding against his bed, the vibrations shooting through you and making your back arch.
he definitely knew what he was doing, at least with you. every time your hips jerked up or your thighs twitched or you tugged at his hair, he chased it, learning you in real time. his hand slid up your stomach, grabbing a fistful of your top to ground himself. he was practically humping the mattress, desperate for friction to soothe his throbbing cock.
you were too lost in your own cloud of pleasure to even notice it. one hand fisted at his hair, keeping his face buried in your pussy, the other fisted at the sheets. "f-fuck, cho- 'm close..."
he groaned and grabbed your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to his face. "c'mon." you could barely make out what he said, his voice was so muffled. he sucked harshly on your clit, then brought his hand to plunge two deft fingers into your hole, bullying your g-spot. "c'mon, give it t'me... please..."
you came with a whine of his name, your back arching and obscene squelching noises coming from where choso’s tongue met your sticky walls. he groaned loudly, his jaw going slack for a moment, and the moment the mattress stopped squeaking was when you realized it had been making noise at all.
he shuddered a bit, pulling away from you with glossy lips, your cum dripping down his chin. your hazy gaze raked down his body as he sat up, finding a dark patch in his boxers.
you couldn’t help the laugh you exhaled. “did you seriously cum in your pants from eating me out?”
choso was beet red again, red crawling up his neck. “shut up.”
biting your lip, you smiled and crawled forward, slowly and deliberately, like a jaguar stalking her prey. choso gulped visibly, almost shrinking back a little, but his body froze up in fear... or excitement. or both.
"you couldn't even wait..." you smirked, tilting his chin up once you were on top of him. your fingers ghosted down his shirt, feeling his abs, dipping below his waistband.
choso let out a shaky breath, bringing his hands to hover over your waist, as if he wanted to grab on but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. "i- i tried..." he murmured, the tips of his ears blushing pink.
your smirk widened. "didn't seem like it."
he swallowed hard at that, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. your fingers teased right at his trail, waiting until he was bucking up into you to pull his waistband down. he was still rock hard and throbbing, sticky cum dripping down the veins of his cock.
you bit your lip and smiled, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him like you'd just won the lottery. "mmh..." you moved your hips to hover over him, and he finally grabbed onto the swell of your hips.
"wait-" he stammered out. "... protection? i have condoms-"
"fuck that, 'm on the pill," you muttered, tossing your hair back and moving to sink down on him.
"are you s- ohhhhmygod..." he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut and his brow knitting as you enveloped him with a sweet squelchh! the stretch dragged a little whine out of you, and you bit your lip to hold it back. you bottomed out, ass flush to his thighs, and took a moment to stare at him. panting, flushed, brow seemingly permanently knotted upwards.
"choso."
"one second."
"are you seriously trying to not cum already?"
he whined and let his head fall back to the mattress, already humiliated from cumming in his pants, and now you were just being cruel. "just- give me a second, okay? jesus..." he panted.
you gave him a second, waiting patiently. then two, three, four, five...
you rolled your hips, and his hands flew to your waist. "fuuuuckk...!" he rasped, lifting his head to glare up at you, only to find you with a shit eating grin. "theerre he is..." you purred, rolling your hips again.
"please-" he whined into the back of his hand after throwing it over his face. "please, i just need a minute, 'm not gonna-"
"choso," you pulled his hand away, staring down at him. your free hand smoothed over his chest, feeling his heart banging against his ribcage. "look at me. you're doing so good..."
the sound that left him was sharp, broken, and obviously he hadn't meant to let it slip out. something like a whimper crossed with a groan and maybe even a little sob. his hips bucked up into you, your hole squelching softly. "don't say that..." he murmured, his face hot.
"takin' me so well, stretchin' me out..." you purred, just to see his reaction. it was gold, of course, another whine spilling past his lips. his fingers dug into the fat of your hips, not stopping you, just holding on for dear life. "you're doing that on purpose," he accused breathlessly.
"obviously."
you took his hands from your hips and brought them up to the curve below your breast, letting him hold you where he could feel your heartbeat. then, bracing your own hands on his chest, you leaned forward a bit, glancing down at where his cock disappeared between your drenched folds. little bubbles of pre foamed at where he did.
you dragged your hips up, then sunk down-
"fuck-" choso's breath hitched, and his bit his lip to keep from being loud. his jaw clenched, his eyes were shut tight like if he didn't look at you, maybe, just maybe, he could keep himself from cumming right now.
"you can be loud, cho. no one's gonna hear you over the party downstairs."
he swallowed thickly and nodded. "right, right..."
"and open your eyes. wan' you to watch me ride your cock."
he twitched inside you, and he huffed. "can you not-"
you rose and dropped your hips to shut him up, and a broken whine interrupted whatever complaint he had. and you didn't stop there, speeding up and bouncing on him without any pauses.
"shit, shit, oh my- fuuckk-" it dragged out of him. long and dissolving. his head pressed back into the pillow, his hands flexing against your waist. "okay. okay, okay, okay-"
your hands moved from his chest up to his hair, fisting his soft locks in both hands like handlebars. he whined and hugged you to his chest, burying his face in your neck.
"cho-"
"don't stop, please..." he almost cried into your neck. "please don't stop, feels s-s'good, 'm... fuuck, 'm not gonna last..." he dragged his words out with soft whines.
you felt it building in your stomach too. it was impossible to ignore at this point, the way his cock was rubbing up on your gummy spot and smearing globs of his precum over it.
"yeah?" you managed to pant out, dipping your head down to gently nip at his earlobe. "you gonna fill me up? hm?"
"hngh- fuck-"
you sped up, sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin as he began to buck up desperately into you.
"hm? can't hear you, cho. i asked if you're gonna cum inside me," you panted. choso was panting heavily, his gaze trained on where your pussy lips stretched and drooled around his cock, bouncing up and down.
squelch!
squelchh!
squelchhh!
he finally slammed his hips up into you, his head thrown back as a strained cry spilled from his raw lips. "h-hngh- 'm cumming- cumming-!!" his cock throbbed and twitched against your velvet walls, spurting and sticking his seed to your walls. "oh my god..." he panted, hips hips rutting up in aftershock, mushroomy tip smearing his sticky white allllll around your walls till he was leaking out of you.
you followed close behind, your fingers twisting in his hair, back arching and head tilting back. your poor hole quivered around him, squeezing his swollen cock in quick pulses. you glanced back in the mirror to find sticky patches of white dripping down your inner thighs, and your jaw dropped.
you looked back down at him underneath you: totally fucked out, half lidded eyes, chewed and raw lips parted, drool slicking down from the corners of his mouth. "that was..." he rasped, then closed his eyes.
"yeah..." you exhaled a small laugh, still catching your breath. you pulled off of him with a lewd drag, then plopped down beside him. his hand subconsciously came up to your hair, sifting into your locks, and you wondered if he was even awake at this point.
careful not to wake him up, you reached across him to the nightstand for his phone, hovering it over his face for the face ID. you scrolled to his messages to add your number, then furrowed your brow as you saw his group chat being blown up.
SIGMA TAU BROTHERHOOD 🔥💪🍻 todo aoi: CHOSO GETTING CHEEKS TN YO todo aoi: I SAW HIM TAKE A GIRL UPSTAIRS itadori yuji: i set it up hb of the year over here naoya zenin: kamo actually pulled? no way LMFAOOOOO kinji hakari: STOP CALLIN MY PHONE SHE GETTIN FUCKED TN😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹 naoya zenin: yo this mf got negative aura how did this happen todo aoi: CHOSO BROTHER I'M SO PROUD naoya zenin: i'm serious bro wtf
you snorted and tossed his phone to the side, burrowing your face into choso's neck and snuggling into him. the party thumped on downstairs. for once, though you'd hate to admit it out loud, you could say itadori was right. you were glad you didn't go to kappa.
© all writing belongs to angellude. all characters belong to gege akutami.
Beast - R.S.
Synopsis. Four arms. Four eyes. Two mouths. Ryomen Sukuna has everything he needs and more: power, riches, enough concubines that he’s grown bored of such frivolities. That is, until you’re entering his royal estate as the newest addition—and he just didn’t expect such a puny little human to become… His favorite.
Pairing. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!concubine!reader, Heian era!Sukuna, true form!Sukuna, DP, Sukuna’s second mouth, the Sukuna Estate, other concubines, schemes, sIight pIot, mostly just true form Kuna mmmmpfg, he’s the master, he’s BIG (like really big), four arms, two mouths, he’s FÉRAL, mouth-ríding, sort of face-sítting, p sIapping, oraI (f + brief m), DÚMBlFICATION, making it fit, tight squeezes, stretching, tummy buIges, cervíx smooches, sIight degradation, bréeding, mentions of heirs, MANHANDLlNG, tension, full nélsons, overstímulation, spítting, foIding, stopping you from running, making you CRY, rough s, he’s MEAN, creampíes, cúmpIay, muIti-tasking (iykyk), implied marathon, slight proposals, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 10.5k
A/N. Blame that split-second frame from the last episode not me…
“Of the eighty-two chambers, you are free to enter most.” Uraume’s words were smooth, steady, and not a second longer than necessary; just as their steps were down these winding hallways.
You’re hastening your strides to keep up.
“You may roam in the gardens and libraries. The main kitchen has its doors always open, the Eastern one is for specialty desserts and guests, and the Western one is for poisons…and guests.” They continue, “The dojo is forbidden to anyone but the master, and you are expected in the Buddha room every evening.”
They suddenly halt.
Boredly, “You do plan to stay alive, I believe?”
And you could barely breathe, “I-I believe so?”
You’re realizing that you’ve stopped at the end of a massive bridge connecting to a quieter wing of the estate—intricately carved, and accompanied by a slow river drifting underneath. Uraume’s hand falls to the edge of the lattice doors, “Good. Here we have the concubine quarters-” Looking at you seriously, “-where you shall reside.”
Bound incubus!sukuna x f!reader
Summary: a story in which the demon that gets sent to you ends up being more charming than he is scary, resulting in a strange bond that makes you question your sanity.
Content/Warnings: explicit smut, profanity, porn w/ plot, some angst/comfort, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, aphrodisiacs (sukuna can fill the air w/ it), oddly wholesome
Notes: there was this one scene that ended up being pretty cute, so i just gave them a happy ending LMAO it's more on the fantasy side of things. anyways, enjoy
You never understood the drama between neighbors until you had a horror story of your own.
Quite literally.
Living in the apartment right under Nishimiya’s was hell. The worst being her stomping throughout her apartment. You’ve baked her cookies, you've tried talking to her, you’ve tried yelling at her— just 10 minutes ago you were on a stepping stool, beating on the ceiling with a broom like a psychopath.
And what does the little brat do? She stomps back, which was enough to pause your morning and confront her. Again.
“Nishimiya!” You call out for the second time, incessantly knock on her door. “I can hear you in there, can you just please answer the door. I can’t take this anymore!”
The door eventually swings open and you're met with the little brats usual scowl, acting as if she were the one that has been ripped out of her sleep, consistently, for nearly 2 months now. It smells like she’s been burning herbs or something all morning.