i completely forgot about my tumblr account!!! i am currently trying to write noir (phantom busters) fanfics but i am stupid and wrecked and i am too busy goodbye until september
I might start writing for lnds but then again I don't pay attention to the story lines that much which will very much fuck up the accuracy and relationships which will also fuck up how the characters interact and I don't want that... But hot men with big boobs. Also caleb coming WAS on my 2025 bingo card🤞 thank you infold I knew I could trust you
i felt generous so today im ranking the eaters🤑🤑 of jjk
11—choso.
poor baby:( he just came out of the jar, don’t blame him, he doesn’t know how to. but he learns quickly, and he’s motivated! so don’t worry, even if he munches your clit the wrong way, he’s very open to criticism.
10—satoru.
he sucks. but, fear not, his ego is big enough to use toys in the bedroom so that you’re satisfied. and his cock is just as big to fill you up in all the right sweet spots! so you still manage to cum. eating you out is just prep to prepare you for what’s to cum.
9—takuma.
he doesn’t really know he’s bad, and honestly you feel bad for him. you were each other’s first times, so it’s not like you could teach him. but as time progresses, he’ll get better, and eventually be a pro!
8—yuki.
before you, she’s only ever dated and fucked men. so it’s obvious that she only knows the basics. she manages to make you cum, though, so you don’t complain too much.
7—kento.
again, you were each other’s first time, so there’s not much he knows about eating out. sure, he’s read stuff about it, but it’s easier said than done. he does have an insane stamina, so even though it takes long, it’s very satisfying when he’s done.
6—sukuna.
sukuna likes the taste of your pussy, which is why he insists on eating you out almost everyday. did i mention he’s never eaten someone out before? you think he practices on you a lot. one honorable mention was when he accidentally bit your clit too hard and you squirted immediately. he took note, by the way.
5—toji.
the eaterest of all eaters. doesn’t hesitate to stretch you out with his fat fingers while spitting on your nub, biting and sucking roughly. toji might as well get a reward from how hard he makes you cum.
4—utahime.
you were her first(and last) woman, but despite that, she eats like a pro. attending to all of your sweet spots, dipping her tongue inside your cunt from time to time, circling her thumb on your clit and curling her fingers on your g-spot. she played you like the finest instrument, and the climax is always early, about three minutes into it.
3—hiromi.
his nose is godsent, along with the rough pads of his fingers inside of you. no one knew the well-kept lawyer would ever eat so dirty, spit dribbling down his neck as he looked up at you with his big brown eyes. his fingers would plunge into your heavenly cunt while he would shake his head to knock his nose against your clit. and each time, you’d cum no less than two minutes later.
2—suguru.
the first time he ate you out, you had challenged him, claiming he probably couldn’t make a woman cum. you were so so wrong. you had never cum so fast in your life, and he only used his tongue! it pressed against your clit and created an insane suction on it, slobbering all over your pussy. you lost not only your dignity, but also ten dollars. :(
1—shoko.
our winner (loves winning). she eats them all. shaved or not, she is the ultimate eater, slapping your clit while fingering you. her mouth soothed your sensitive nub after each spank, sucked on your folds to taste your slick. overall, she’ll make you cum in one minute tops. you swear to god your moans have never reached such pitch before her. oh, and if you squirm too much, she doesn’t hesitate to bite your thigh and tie you up. she can show you how surgeons tie knots. ;)
@somnoo you yelled at me last time i forgot to tag you so💔😞
wrote this on my notes so forgive me for formatting problems idrc
cw: hybrid geto, mating, geto in heat, breeding, not really sub geto, also slight dub-con, piv, reader is cisfem, and creds to yerchokito for the hybrid ideas (im ur biggest fan)
solace: surprise and happy new year late.
cat!suguru, who you found shivering at a nearby temple. you brought him home, determined to help him, even though he was fighting you every step of the way.
cat!suguru who you loved with every crevice of your heart, knowing he’d eventually love you too.
cat!suguru who slowly gave up trying to ward you off, wrapping his tail around your wrist or ankle whenever he could.
cat!suguru who loves to sleep on your chest and meows until you crack if he doesn’t get to sleep there.
cat!suguru who’s actually a fox. you were wondering why he was growing to be so long, have such pointed ears and such an elongated maw. his tail, once completely bare, had long, shaggy fur now. but it’s weird. shouldn’t foxes be… orange? or white, depending on their region? why was he black?
fox!suguru who will /not/ be taken away no matter what. who cares if he’s a rare breed of fox? no one will get his claws out of your skin. he’ll yowl and cry if anyone other than you holds him.
fox!suguru who hates going to the vet because there’s a fucking snow leopard there who won’t stop pawing him and they get into fights all the time.
fox!suguru who you named purple because of the light reflecting on his fur.
fox!suguru who you discovered was a human when you came out of the shower and discovered a naked man with long black hair, ears and a tail that matched (all three meticulously groomed), a purple collar (with suguru’s name on it, also too tight for his neck) around his throat who was sitting diligently on your bed. where your pet was supposed to be sat at.
“what the fuck.” is all you said, gripping the towel around your body with sheer fear.
“hi.” he shyly waved, half of his hair covering his face, like he was shameful.
so, fox!suguru who turns out to be human!suguru explained his situation (all after calming you down and assuring you he was, in fact, suguru, proving it by telling you that you have a mole under your left asscheek… weird, but he’s the only one who knew as you changed when he was in the room when he was a fox), from the world of sorcerers, to curses, to what made him become a fox.
“so, how did you…become human again?” you asked, now dry but still covering up with your towel.
“i have no idea. maybe because my cursed energy replenished fully, or i felt comfortable… but either way, thank you for taking care of me. you truly didn’t have to.” suguru blushed, looking down at his lap, that you had covered with a pillow.
“i mean, with how loud you were, someone else less patient would’ve killed you, so i had to.” you smirked, leaning toward him, “also, i couldn’t have let you out into the wild, you were too stuck to me.” his tail hit the mattress like he was distressed, and his ears flopped.
“i‘m really, truly sorry,” he whined, facing away from you.
you put your hand on his shoulder, smiling the way you would if he was still… well, a fox.
“it’s fine. it’s not i minded, anyway. i liked the company.” you weren’t lying, you were kinda dying of loneliness.
“i’m glad you did. now, i’ll… leave. thank you for keeping me, feeding me and taking care of me, i guess. i owe you, now.” suguru sighed, turning to you.
“oh, you don’t need to—“
“once i find my phone, you can call me anytime, anywhere and i’ll be there, and i’ll help you.” he was already writing his number on your hand, holding it gently in his.
“oh.” you flushed, blood rushing to your cheeks. it’d been months since a man even touched you with no bad intentions.
“u-um, suguru,” you prompted once he was done.
“yes?”
“why don’t you stay a bit more? i’ll buy you clothes so you can go out without any weird looks.” it would be weird, some random man, naked with weird ears and a tail.
his tail flicked behind him, you learned that that meant he was interested, but his ears twitching compromised that.
“i don’t think i should overstay my welcome—“
“please.” you cut him off, hand in his.
suguru sighed again, nodding. “it would be nice to be lazy a bit more. you’re sure you’re not doing this out of obligation, yes?” you nodded happily, seems the pet distribution system understood the assignment. and gravity hated you.
“your towel.” suguru pointed to your very exposed chest, shameless in his staring.
the next day, you went out and bought him clothes, cooked for him, and pampered him the way you would an actual pet, which he complained about.
“please, i can do this myself, i don’t want to impose on you.” suguru leaned down, face to face with you.
you flushed, smiling nervously, “i just want you to be comfortable.”
“i know, thank you. but please, let me do one thing in the house so i can repay you.” his ears flopped, and it was so cute you had to touch them, rub them and scratch behind. just like before. he moaned, knees buckling like he was literally liquifying.
you gasped at the sound, and suguru pulled away abruptly, straightening.
“no, wait, come back, your ears are fluffy.” you reached up, on your tippy toes, yet you couldn’t reach them.
“no, this… this was a mistake. i need to go.” he scrambled away, tail wrapped around his own thigh.
“sugu…” you huffed, wrapping a hand around his wrist to stop him. “please stay. i’m really lonely, y’know?” looking down in shame, you knew he might not even bat an eye at your ‘problem’.
“i…” suguru started, faltering when he sees the look in your eye. “it’s not like the jujutsu society will accept me back.” he muttered lowly as he exhales.
“um… what?” you’re confused, rightfully, but… what the hell is he talking about?
“nothing. if… if it doesn’t bother you… may i stay until further notice?” he looked embarrassed while he talked, but you’re very happy that he agreed.
“yes! please stay!” you excitedly jumped into his arms and hug him tightly.
“woah..!” suguru stumbles backwards but manages to catch you, automatically wrapping an arm around you and putting his left one under your ass.
you dropped down, managing a nervous chuckle.
“sorry, got a little too excited.” you apologized shyly.
“it’s fine. it’s been a long time since i even had a hug.” he smiled, and you realize, he still looks like a fox with it.
and that’s how you got a roommate. suguru has been here for about two months and you’ve never been so happy for days upon days consecutively. you celebrated christmas and new years together, drinking the worried away happily.
you’re now laying on the couch, lounging around, waiting for suguru to return home from the grocery store. your eyelids feel heavy, and before you know it, you’re falling asleep, snuggled up in his sweater. even though it was mid-january, it was still chilly enough to wear two layers under a blanket.
“i’m home.” suguru’s tired and breathy voice pierced through your sleepy haze.
“welcome home…” you yawn, stretching and flicking the blanket off of you.
his eyes zero in on his sweater, narrowing.
“did you get everything?” you get up, oblivious to the stare.
he takes off his bonnet and frees his twitching ears. he lifts his sweater after taking off his coat, revealing a tiny teensy bit of skin to let his tail loose. “yeah. but the usual brand of milk we get was out of stock so i bought the other one, hope that’s okay.”
“oh no, yeah it’s fine. c’mere.” with your hands outstretched behind you, you bend backwards over the couch’s back rest and make grabby hands at him.
suguru walks toward you, waist fitting your hand perfectly as he leans on the couch.
you flip over, facing him correctly, “i wish there was a way to hide your ears and tail when you go out. because these,” you rub the tips, causing him close his eyes in satisfaction, “are for me to see. only me, okay?” you joke, scratching behind the fluff.
“mhm…” he pushes his head in your hands, almost purring.
later, when both of your bellies were full and the tv show you watch every week comes on, suguru lays his head on top of your lap, enjoying the attention you gave to his furry parts.
he laughed tiredly at one of the jokes while your hands carded through his silky hair.
“what do you wanna do tomorrow?” you detangle a knot with gentle fingers as you ask him.
“i don’t know.” he shrugs, then looks up at you. “how about we just stay in? i don’t think i’ll feel energetic enough.” you chuckled.
“energy? who’s that?” and suguru chuckled back, squeezing your thigh.
“so, stay in tomorrow?”
“let’s stay in.”
you kept your word, sleeping until the late hours of the afternoon. but when you woke up and went to kitchen, you didn’t see suguru. weird, considering he wakes up very early naturally. so, you head to his room, knocking softly, in case he was still sleeping, but you still wanted to see if he was home.
a low groan answers your knock.
“you okay, sugu?” the nickname rolls off your tongue easily, like you were addressing an old friend.
however, instead of answering, suguru just throws something against the door, making you yelp.
“suguru?” you open the door with great effort, and, much to your surprise, it wasn’t an object that hit the door. no, it was far worse. it was suguru himself.
“oh god, suguru, what happened—?!” the mass that once was your roommate leaps onto you, sending you tumbling on the bedroom floor.
suguru’s hair tickles your face as he scans it with dilated pupils. he looked bloodthirsty, teeth sharp, shown by his open mouth.
“you’re finally here. i need… i need you. now.” he growls, hot breath hitting your face.
“what are you talking about— suguru!” you yell when he drags you to his bed, throwing you like a rag doll, like you weighed nothing, bouncing on the mattress.
“need…” he pauses to pant like he just ran a marathon. “need to mate.” mate?! is he going insane?!
“w-what do you mean ‘mate’? are you okay?” you ask again, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead. gosh, it was burning. “i think you have a fever, sugu—“
he cuts you off with his explicit behavior, biting your wrist.
“suguru, what are you doing?” you sigh, figuring he was just pranking you.
suguru doesn’t respond, only rips, yes rips your shirt in half. and, knowing you didn’t wear bras to sleep, attacked your nipples until they hardened.
“suguru!” you should push him off. you seriously should. this isn’t appropriate.
.
.
.
who says you can’t fuck your roommate?
certainly not you. suguru is on top of you, suckling on your nipples like a newborn, humping your thigh like an animal. well, he is an animal, but this is basically your wet dreams, intensified by a thousand. and it wasn’t a dream.
“i need you.” he huffs on the hickey he created, sending shivers down your spine. “want you…” suguru trails his clawed fingers down your navel, stopping where your pants met your skin and pulling them down to press down on your panty-clad pussy. “here.”
your cheeks heat up, hands grasping at the sheets, “don’t just say that…”
“but it’s true. and i can feel you throbbing. you want it too, right? please tell me you do.” his rough tongue flattens against your core, and you could feel it dragging through the fabric.
“sugu—!” you push his head away reflexively when he reached your clit, making you jerk. he groans, forcing his face back in between your legs.
“don’t. you can’t take me without this.” he doesn’t waste time, shoving his mouth onto your pussy and slobbering all over it, even going so far as to nibble on your cute clit.
you mewl, back flopping against the mattress as suguru ate you out like his life depended on it, and he didn’t hold back. he inserted two fingers inside of you, curling them, pulling and pushing and making a disgusting ‘squelch’ sound each time his calloused fingertips left your slightly agape pussy.
once he deemed it prepped enough, he licked a stripe from your hole to your clit to gather the slick, straightening to undo his embarrassingly tight pants.
“that’s not gonna fit.” you back up against the wall fearfully, with reason, because the monster he pulled out was terrifying. did the curse make his cock bigger or something? that’s inhumane!
“i prepped you. it will.” suguru puts his hands over your knees and spreads your legs, kissing your entrance with his tip.
“um—“ you were already losing your mind with it all, unable to form coherent sentences as you grab his shoulder. “be gentle. i swear i’m gonna tear if you don’t go slowly.”
“don’t worry. i’m not a monster.” or maybe he was, pushing into your pussy so fast you almost didn’t feel the pain. almost.
“SUGURU!” you claw at his forearms, writhing in his arms.
“i- i’m sorry—“ he curses, tongue lolling out to lick your neck apologetically. “i c-can’t… control m-myself— oh-fuck!” your dearest roommate, who you have cared for for more than 3 months, was turning out to be the most vile dick you’ve ever had in your life.
suguru trembles as he holds your waist like it was his lifeline, pushing deeper and deeper until he couldn’t anymore. not that he was small, but because he reached a point in your cunt where he could not go deeper.
he growls to himself, thrusting in and making you yelp in pain.
“suguru, be careful, it’s sensitive.” you warn with your fingers in his hair.
“i need to go deeper if i wanna breed you correctly.” the dark haired man snaps, his thumb spreading your folds that were already bulging around his thick length.
“what? oh, no, no, no—you are not breeding me. what am i? breeding stock? don’t fucking—“ suguru cuts you off with a kiss, rubbing your clit as he pulls out achingly slowly. you were already so close to cumming even after the mind blowing one he had just given you, legs twitching around his waist.
he tuts, hands under your knees to push them against your chest and presenting your cunt to him. “much better. maybe i’ll even go deeper.” you try to protest but he’s right, you realize that because when he sinks inside of your dewy pussy, you can feel all of him. and it’s evident that he feels all of you, too, letting out the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard, right in your ear. you might’ve gotten just a bit wetter at that sound.
“o-oh my—“ suguru gasps, finally thrusting the last inch into your warmness.
you’re struggling to breathe yourself, nails dragging his skin red for the nth time. at this point, people would ask him if he had a cat instead of you.
“thank you—thankyouthankyouthankyou—“ he babbles, roughly licking your jaw and chin as an attempt to kiss you. “you feel so good— i don’t know how i’ll live without you, please-“ you don’t know what he’s pleading for, but his tone had you in a chokehold and you’d do anything for him right now.
“please let me knock you up, please— i need it, i’ll die, i swear i’ll be good for you.” oh, it’s so dangerous. his whines combined with his strokes made your brain mushy and your thought incoherent. you would give in sooner than you thought you would.
“f-fuck, cum inside—“ you moan, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. and suguru is gone. he’s gone and a mindless, pussy drunk version of him has replaced him.
he plants his hands on the mattress and smacks his hips into you, balls slapping your asscheeks in a resounding plap!
he can’t control his eyes, rolling to the back of his skull as he bites his lip to keep his whimpers in check. but it was so hard, the way your walls clung to his cock, the wetness, the way—
“fuck!” suguru bites your shoulder, breaking skin as he paints your cunt white from the inside out. you wince at the bite, gritting your teeth.
your roommate comes back to his senses after a minute, panicking for all the wrong reasons.
“wha-what’s wrong?” you ask, trying to gain his frantic attention.
“it’s leaking.” he brings his fingers to your pussy and pulls out, scooping up the cum that was expelled by your walls spasming and stuffing it back in.
“are you serious? get off me.” you don’t know why you’re irritated, but you’re all wet, sweaty, and you smell like sex. unless he wants a second round, you don’t want to stay dirty like this.
suguru’s ears flop, he looks so pathetic, you don’t know what to do.
“what’s wrong with you?” you finally ask. why is he acting so needy?
“i don’t know.” he grumbles, cuddling up to your chest.
“agh, don’t hug me, i’m dirty!” you try to gently push him away but he’s stronger than you, caging you in his arms.
“i don’t care. let’s make more babies. we need to be sure—“
“we are not making children. i don’t know why you suddenly want to fuck so bad, but keep it down. i need to shower.” you order firmly, after all, an owner needs to be nice but not lenient… right?
“babies.” suguru pins you down on the bed, spreading your legs like he owned your body.
“suguru.” you shut your thighs. “no round two. i’m sore.”
“but… we need to make sure it takes. plus, you didn’t cum.” he makes a point. but that doesn’t mean you want to have children. even if you have a not so obvious crush on him.
“you made me cum once already.” you remind him, patting his head and rubbing his ears the way he adores. the man just purrs and leans into your touch just like he did before he turned back human.
“but—“
“but no. get off me. i’m serious.” he pouts uncharacteristically and rolls off of you to sulk.
smiling, you kiss his shoulder and saunter to the shower, pleasurably sore in all the right places. it’s been a while since you’ve been fucked well.
after showering (and cleaning out your pussy, unfortunately you would have to take a plan b since your roommate/situationship/whatever the hell you were didn’t use a condom), you cover up with a fluffy towel and see suguru on his bed, jerking off.
…jerking off?!
“oh—! i’m so sorry!” you jump back and hide your gaze. you would forever have the image of his pink veiny cock in his hand, but for his dignity you didn’t watch.
“what’s the- the matter? i told you… i needed a round two. i’m not satisfied.” his tail quivers underneath him.
“are you in heat, you dog?” you lightheartedly joke, mouth already watering at the sight. but you can’t give in yet.
“yeah. mating season. aren’t you supposed to help me, master?” suguru breathes as his hand blurs from how fast he jerked himself off, the precum beading at the tip along with your shared juices being used as a lube.
wolf!toji is just the scruffiest guy you’ve ever seen: his furry ears are all matted, his tail even worse, nails are most-definitely overdo on a manicure, and a bath.. not to mention his clothes that barely hang on to him.
wolf!toji is definitely an old boy. sure he looks young enough, but you know a senior citizen when you see one (he’s like late 30s but wtv..).
the first time you saw toji was when he was digging through your trash like a raccoon! you had a very long day at work, teaching kids are the worst. damned ankle-biting gremlins.
then lo-behold a homeless man—huh is that a tail?
he rises back up from said trash, emerging with some rotten-mush, yeah you can’t let that happen.
then blah blah blah you end up here, with a matted man nearly bumping his head on your dorm-frame. you let him bathe (thank goodness), gave him better clothes , food and a little place to sleep in. just to help out the guy.
in toji’s mind, he thinks you just want to sleep with him. i mean, why else are you letting him into your home?
to be fair, he’s been there don’t that with all this, a fun time in exchange for a good nights rest. he’s not one to prude out—even if he’s never had a human lady before. eh, can’t be that different.
so why isn’t his advances working on you?
yeah you have definitely notice the change in his attitude towards you.
wolf!toji is really not as slick as he used to be. you’ll admit he’s really handsome, sexy blah blah all that stuff. seems he’s just lost his secrecy in it.
wolf!toji brushes up against you too often. wanting to get passed you? his crotch ends up against your ass, wanting to grab something? crotch to ass again. one time he ‘accidentally’ groped at your chest. not subtle at all.
wolf!toji eventually abandons his ‘subtleness’ and goes straight to humping against you. not longer is it you trying to get into his pants, but him trying to get into yours.
solace: im tew lazy to make a good presentation because the fucking files corrupted. you get this.
sukuna has a huge problem. and it involves you, his wife. the queen of curses. the problem is insignificant to you, but he won't let it go until you accept.
"sukuna, my king. i cannot accept this request. it is not only innapropriate, but also disrespectful to the humans residing inside of the court. i must decline." you explain cordially to the king, keeping your eyes downcast. who knows what would happen if you stared him down. you may be his beloved wife, but that didn't put you above everyone else. even if he made sure that you seemed untouchable.
"you dare refuse your king?" sukuna crosses his four arms over each other, looming over you sinisterly. like imposing his dominance over you.
but you really didn't want to do this. it's like a public humiliation, and you didn't even do anything that bad to warrant this punishment.
"yes," you straighten your back, swallowing your courage. still, you keep your gaze low.
sukuna laughs. laughs in your face. like you were some sort of jester, "my dear wife. you can't refuse me. but, let's say you want to. why?" ah, you hated this. the interrogations. the mocking sympathy, just to crush all hopes in all four of his gigantic hands.
nevertheless, you answered truthfully, "because it feels like punishment. i don't want to tarnish my reputation." you dare a look at his face, finding he was already staring at you with blood-red irises.
"oh?" he chuckles, showing off his dangerously sharp teeth. "this isn't a punishment, darling," he taunts you with that nickname every day since you asked him to be more affectionate. "this is a showcasing of power, and you're the key to domination."
sukuna's rough hand, damaged due to years of fighting for this position, cups your cheek and forces your eyes up.
"don't fret, my love. they will definitely be too occupied trying to not look at your body and living than whispering rumors to each other."
you wonder why he said that.
“s’kuna…” you moan, legs spread over his strong thighs. your eyes roll to the back of your head, struggling to stay still your king’s grasp.
“hm? what is it?” sukuna hums in your ear, his deep voice raspy from lust. his warmth envelopes you from behind, chest against your shivering spine.
“p-please…” his mouth curls up, smiling cruelly at what he was doing to you.
“please what, my queen? you must set an example. when asking for something, you precise what you desire, don’t you?” he coos mockingly, tongue tracing your ear cartilage as his four eyes rove over the crowd. they kept their heads low and gaze down on the floor, per his order. if one didn’t obey, their head would be cut.
“please. please let me cum. let me cum, ‘kuna,” you scratch the two forearms around your waist, only cat scratches forming.
“let’s ask the humans you adore so much, then. do you think your queen deserves to cum?” he addresses the ‘intruders’, fangs poking out while he smiles. his smile, although deadly for others, was beautiful to you. you wished you could see it. but all you could do was hope the humans were benevolent enough to say yes.
“well?” sukuna presses the crowd, bouncing you on his thigh. you’re gritting your teeth and fighting the pleasure, sharp nails digging into the flesh of his forearms. he doesn’t budge, only dismantles a person’s head, eliciting a few screams among the people.
he tightens his grip on you, brings you closer and whispers in your ear, “ask them, my wife. ask the humans you’re so fond of, if you can cum.”
your eyes flutter open, zeroing on the crowd of servants with their heads bowed down, some even covered in their comrads' blood.
you don’t think you’re ready to beg humans to cum, even if you’re more benevolent than sukuna.
you shake your head, and sukuna hums in great pleasure, like he waited for that response. and he came prepared.
he thrust up, gathering your garments with your legs and wrapping a pair of arms around the backs of your thighs, lifting you slightly off his cock.
"suuuuu-kuuuu-aaah!" you scream, and you try to grip something, anything to stabilize yourself, only for your king to hold you close to his chest.
he tuts, "if you move, you'll fall. i don't want that, my love." and a hand discreetly makes its way to your sensitive bundle of nerves. the noises you let out were high pitched, squirming on sukuna’s lap in overstimulation. denied orgasms made you irritable.
“just let me cum!” you screech, wrangling your legs out of his grasp. sukuna is shocked, to say the least. he thought you’d give in, beg mere mortals for sexual pleasure (he’d, of course, kill them after the matters), to punish you of a crime you thought was meaningless. the crime? you smiled and hugged a fucking man. unacceptable. you were his and only his.
he took out his anger on your sweet, gooey cunt, the only part of you that didn’t betray him and annoy him. he was fed up, so he killed every one in the room in the blink of an eye, not even faltering in his pussy-massacre. sukuna pushed you to the ground, grasping your hair to lift your head and mutter mocking praises in your ear.
the blunt tip of his cock almost broke your cervix open from how hard he pounded in to you, pelvis smacking your buttchecks each time he did. he had you in a fucking prone bone position. this freak!
you tried to fight him, but his cock alone reshaped your insides to the point you didn’t even know where you started and he ended. you didn’t bothering moving, just moaning at what sukuna gave you and twitching occasionally.
“fucking bitch. you’re so fucking pathetic, huh? my little cumdump of a queen taking my cock so well. don’t cum yet.” he growled in your ear, voice raspier and deeper from the ‘activity’ you were both doing. you couldn’t help but get tighter around him, whining loudly to cum.
“you can’t cum. i just told you. do you not listen to your king anymore?” sukuna accuses with a snarl, smacking your backside punishingly. the sound reverberated throughout the room and for a single moment, you wondered if uraume would come in and investigate the noise. luckily, they didn’t, so your pussy was safe from someone else’s view. for now.
“answer me, queen,” he spits venomously, “or do you not listen to me for real?”
“i’m- i’m sorryyy!” you wail, manicured nails dragging on the ground in an attempt to steady yourself.
your king trembles above you, sighing in satisfaction as he jerked once, twice, and one last time to finally spill his semen inside of your greedy cunt. his other cock coated your lower back as he did so.
as much as you wanted to follow him, you couldn’t, so you just resorted to loud sobs, the overstimulation hitting you hard.
sukuna, ever the malevolent benevolent king, caresses your cheek and wipes the tears slipping out the corners of your eyes and whispers in your ear, “cum, now.”
and you did. and it felt so so so good you couldn’t contain the noises.
so good, in fact, that you were loud enough for uraume to come in and question the noises and see sukuna laying on you half clothed.
“am i interrupting, my lord and lady?” they politely avert their eyes as they spoke.
“leave. oh, wait. bring a wash cloth.” sukuna orders, using his body to cover yours up.
“yes, my lord.” they bow lowly and leave.
“well…” the king chuckles, his four eyes now on you.
“shut up. carry me.” you grumble and wrap your arms around his neck.
Sol!! I need an advice. I don't usually ask for this to anyone, but I really feel uhm, kind of bad right now. I just broke up with my girlfriend and I don't know what to do. I feel insecure about people who doesn't talk to me anymore, I feel like they can go days without even knowing I'm alive or not. I sent her a message that said "It feels awkward to get ignored or unknown by you. I love you, lets make that clear. But you know, I'm a person who takes thing too personal; so please, let's just end this. I don't know what else to do to make this better or be like when we were a month, or two months of being a couple. It's not the same. I want to respect your boundaries, I'm a very mean person while talking or texting, I'm not good for you. I joke a lot about very deep hits and I'm not mature. I really want you to get with a nice boy or girl you like, it's your preference. Just stay with someone that truly respects you from who you are. I really like you, and love you;[Name(since I'm not revealing the real one)]. But I can't stop thinking about what I can do to feel good in this. I don't even see you, and that hurts me deeply everyday." So well, I didn't know what I was thinking. I woke up and saw what she answered "It’s okay. I… was scared of how you’d react, but… for a while I haven’t felt the same. Let’s be friends, oki? I love you, just not like that anymore…" LIKE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ☹ I love her a lot, but I felt bad. Yet I don't want to let her go. Help-
i am NOT the good person for this omg😭 but if she doesn’t see you like that, maybe it’s best to move on, sorry for being abrupt. but it’s your choice, again im not the right person to ask….. it’s better if you let go and don’t hurt yourself more than you’ve had and i think you’ll find someone else who’ll love you like you love them! i wish the best for you, and im sososo sorry i can’t help more than this☹️
doing my suitcase for next week, checks my phone for little notifs, quite surprised at the fact that i didn’t get any likes, usually i get 2-3 on my latest posts, only to find out my SCHEDULED POST WASNT SCHEDULED💔😭 KILL ME NOW
i’ll send it out tomorrow i guess…..if i’m not busy…. IM SORRY FOR THE SUKUNA FANS💔😭
it has been decided by the council. sukuna public sex for DDD tomorrow at an undecided hour (i haven't finished any of them) (i dont have any fic planned for next week)
context. Gojo was your high school crush, and now, he's a soon-to-be clan leader. Shocking, right? Yeah. What's even more shocking is the fact that he chose women to be his wife, and you're one of them. So, now, you're going on a date with him. Your crush. And also the most powerful sorcerer of this era.
content: food sex (at the end), clan leader gojo, au, first date sex, unprotected p in v (wrap it up) and mutual pining.
word count: 7,7k (woah!)
solace: well this is fucking long..! enjoy people. also, for the sake of the no yn rule, your last name is hino. and if you saw mistakes, no u didnt.
To be honest, you've never seen yourself with a husband.
So, when the elders told you that you must go on a date with the Gojo Satoru so that he could choose a wife, you refused.
Why? Simply because it was impossible for you to even fathom being married to your high school crush and ex-friend.
Not that you were close, you just didn't want him to laugh at your face in the middle of the restaurant for even thinking you had a chance.
The elders’ response? Go immediately or you will be put on a death sentence. And since you had just gotten your Grade 1 sorcerer title, that was not in your to-do list. You still had stuff to do.
So, for the date, you put on your best attire. You had dolled yourself up a little, hesitating on mascara because you wouldn't be caught dead with black tears rolling down your cheeks. His teasing would obviously have that effect.
But you did it anyway.
You went for a simple black dress, decorated with lace and bows. It stopped at mid-thigh, which was modest enough but also cute and had a square cut.
When you stepped out of your house, a black limousine was parked in front of your street. The driver rolled down the window and ushered you in.
"Miss! You're late, please hurry up, we do not want to anger Gojo-sama!" He moved his hand frantically.
"I'm sure a few minutes won't be that bad." You tell him and settle in the backseat. You didn't remember him to be angry all the time.
He was usually laid-back and didn't care if some things were amiss. But you never knew, maybe he was more stressed, which caused him to lash out a lot.
You pulled out your powder-mirror and adjusted your makeup, ignoring the driver's pale face in the rear-view mirror.
A few minutes later, you find yourself lead to a table where a jittering white-haired male you once called a friend sits.
His eyes light up when you approach and he gets up, opening his arms. You find yourself in his arms quicker than you should've.
"Long time no see! I see you've gotten... not taller, that's for sure..." He snickers.
You frown.
"You've gotten wider." That wasn't supposed to be a compliment but he flexed his biceps and smiled.
"I know, right? But you're just as cute as before." Your cheeks burn at the compliment.
"Thanks, I guess." You take a seat in front of him.
"So," he starts, sitting as well, "do I call you Hino-chan or can I use my nickname for you?"
Ah, that damned nickname. Sugar. You don't know why he gave you that nickname, but he started calling you that the moment you talked to him.
"I don't know, 'Toru, can you?" You tease and smirk, leaning on the table with your elbows. He smiles sweetly and passes you a menu card.
"Well, thank you, Sugar, for accepting to come here. I heard from the elders you didn't want to at first." He purses his lips and flags the waiter.
"Wait, what do you mean by that?" You give your order to the waiter and Gojo waits tor the latter to leave betore answering,
"Well, I chose you, of course. You're not the only one but you're my first choice!" He chuckles, then stops. "They didn't tell you?"
You shake your head.
"They told me they chose me to be one of your dates for you." You pout slightly. “So you chose me, huh?” You chuckle and his cheeks pinken.
"Listen, if I was going to be stuck with someone, l'd rather it be someone I know and like, you know?" You nod and he pours himself water.
You smirk, getting an idea. An opportunity to tease him was never an opportunity to pass up.
"Still a lightweight, 'Toru?" He chokes on his water and frowns.
"So, what? You gon' shame me?" You smile sarcastically and lean further on the table with your elbows.
"Maybe I will. How are you a grown man, 27, right, and still don’t drink alcohol. Grow up, baby." You giggle, but he knew you were joking, of course.
Afterall, being friends and almost dying together during your high school years would surely get you guys to be closer. It's not like he would ever take offense.
But when he flinched at the last word, you started questioning whether he had changed over the years.
"You okay, Toru?" You put your hand over his, the latter holding the stem of his glass.
He nods shakily but steadies the next moment, "I'm fine, Sugar."
He lets go of the glass and intertwines his fingers within yours. "You worried 'bout me?"
You splutter and shake your hand out of his grasp, "W-why should I? You're obviously fine, now."
He hums and grabs your hand again, “Hey, don’t go, I like your hand, it’s comfortable. I like the warmness.” He squeezes, grinning ear to ear.
"Yeah, and I'm about to sweat, soon." You squeeze back, snickering.
"I don't care. You forget if I choose you, I get to see you naaaakeeed~, so this little ‘inconvenience’ won't embarrass me unless it embarrasses you." He drawls, snapping away from you the moment the waiter comes back, but the after-effects of his words still make you flush deeply as you give your orders again, this time for dishes.
When the waiter leaves after you stutter out your choice, you turn to him with a frown and a stern look. "What do you mean 'if you choose me’, do I not have a choice?"
He nods, "When you accepted to come, you are obligated to follow me if I were to choose you. I wouldn't try to refuse." He shivers forcefully and grins, tucking a strand of you hair behind your ear.
You swallow nervously and nod back. I knew I shouldn't have come, you thought.
"You won't choose me, then?" You stay hopeful, maybe, just maybe, there's someone better. But alas, when he smiles innocently, you know you're done.
"You're the best one l've had this week. And also, the last one." You drop your head in your hands, seeing the last of your freedom taken away.
He lifts it up by your chin, pouting.
"Do you.. not want to marry me?" He sounds... insecure. But that's impossible!
The Strongest could never be insecure.
Right? Yeah.
"It's not like that, you're an old friend, I shouldn't even think of marriage with you, and I'm too young to marry!" You almost yell, covering your mouth as soon as the words tumble out clumsily.
He releases your chin, clicking his tongue, "Please, do this for me, I won't even care if you want a side chick or.. side dick, I don’t know what the male version is, I just need someone I'm comfortable with and someone I can hold a conversation with.”
“You don't know how much women I've heard talk about daddy's money, Chanel bags or whatever... They don't even know what work is!" He sighs, exasperated.
You smile nervously, looking around and settling your gaze back to your fiddling tingers, in your lap.
"Listen... I don't want to be stuck in a loveless marriage, I feel like... It'll end up badly and..."
"I'll give you everything you want. You won't ever need for anything. Hell, if you have a lover, he can come live with us. I don't care, please, Sugar." He cuts you off, almost whining your nickname.
He had his hands clasped together, pleading with his eyes, when you had looked up.
"Satoru, you don't understand. I don’t even want to marry right now. If I marry you, I'll be obligated to c-consumate our marriage the night of our wedding... and I'll have to get pregnant. That’s the most terrifying part.” You confess, words spilling out the lips Gojo liked to watch wrap around kitchen utensils and food.
You hear him sigh. Not all of it was lies, you truly wanted to find someone to love, and you want him, but you knew he was impossible to reach. Like an insect trying to touch the sky, you knew you’d never be able to do it.
It wasn’t self-deprecating, it was common sense. Everyone knew only a Goddess could fit a God like Gojo Satoru. It was only a matter of time until he found someone his level.
You hear your name, softly uttered as if it were spoken a decibel higher, it would chase you away. You lift your head, meeting his darkened, blessed blue eyes. He was stressed, you knew it.
The dimple at the edge of his smiles, normally always present, had dimmed, it was slightly terrifying.
“Satoru, are you okay?” You made sure to shut up the moment the waiter came back with the food, smiling softly and thanking him.
And when he left, Gojo, who had been marinating in anger at the waiter and also at the fact you smiled at that bug, stared at you, devoid of any emotion.
“W-Well?” You stood your ground, picking up your fork. Mentally, you were panicking. Gojo never showed you that face, not even in battle, always a smile on his pretty face.
“Hm? What?” He strains a small smile on his face, it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” He tilts his head, a strand of snowy hair falling in front of his left eye, you reach to push it back. He smiles more genuinely and you lean back.
“You looked… scary. Like… I almost pissed my pants.” You joke lightheartedly, looking down at your food as you start to dig in.
“Oh? Well, I was… just thinking.”
He, too, starts to eat.
“Oh, you can form thoughts?” You both snicker, before you get serious, “no, seriously, what were you thinking about?”
Gojo chuckles, swallowing his food, “thinking about how he gets you to smile so easily. Even if he’s a stranger and he’s just serving you.”
“Who..?” Then you realise, a frown forming between your eyebrows. “Gojo.” He stiffens, mouth wide open to welcome in a salad leaf in.
He hated when you said his last name.
“That’s a waiter… I’m nice to him because his job is hard…” You sigh, shaking your head.
“Does this mean you’ll marry me?”
“No.”
And the night continues, lighthearted banter but a certain tension filling the air.
When you two are done eating, he leads you outside after paying, his coat around your shoulders due to your shivering.
“Listen…” Gojo whispers, unlike him. He was so arrogant and excited all the time, you couldn’t fathom he could even be so nervous.
“I know I was pushing, but I still have a bit of hope.” Oh. He was still trying.
“Satoru-“ He presses his finger to your lips.
“I… Ugh. I recently learnt from Shoko that you used to have a crush on me back in the day.”
The world stopped. How could you trust Shoko with that secret? Obviously she would let him know. They were close friends.
“S-Satoru, wait, that’s from before- I-“ He shuts you up by pressing his lips to yours, hands cradling your head. Uncaring for the lipstick staining your lips. Uncaring for the fact you were standing in front of the restaurant.
He pulls away, gasping for air, just as you are. You’re stumbling over your words as you try to make out what this kiss meant.
“Need I tell you the obvious..?” This is the first ever time you’ve seen him so nervous. But instead of being helpful, you nod. You have to be sure.
"I had—have a crush on you, too." He sighs, not looking into your eyes to avoid your gaze.
Your whole world stills.
WHAT.
The Satoru Gojo had a crush on you? You? Of all people? You were barely Grade 1, average looking, seriously, your personality was the only thing making you likeable.
“Satoru, are you sure you’re not drunk? What did you drink?” You reach out to rub his cheek, he grips your wrist when you make contact, leaning into your hand.
“Sugar… who is Satoru? I only know Toru.” He chuckles, “I only drank water tonight. But… do you still have feelings for me? Or will I die of embarrassment?” He whines dramatically, frowning and leaning into your hand like a cat.
“S-Satoru… I never knew—“
“Now you know, please tell me, I’m getting nervous…”
“I… well…”
He droops visibly at your hesitation, dropping your hand.
You nod, looking away, still trying to figure out if he was joking or not. If this is a prank, you’ll never live it down.
“Wait, really?”
You sigh, looking back up at him, putting both of your hands over his cheeks, pulling him closer to kiss him.
You close your eyes to not get more embarrassed, it felt like your own cheeks would burst if blood filled them more.
Gojo hums, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest.
When you separate, although it was extremely difficult for Satoru to do so, breath was his body’s default need, but you were his only need.
“You can tell me now, is this a bet with Suguru and Shoko?” You insecurely look down, shuffling out of his grasp.
“W-What—why would you think that? I would never! I genuinely think you’re the one for me, I can’t imagine to with someone other than you. Please.” He whispers your name, soft and gentle, cupping your hips and bringing you closer, as you had moved away in your shuffling. “Please accept to be my wife. If I’m not fit to be your husband, I’ll give you everything so that you can forgive me and—“
You shut him up by to wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him with more eagerness and force than the earlier kisses.
When you withdraw, Satoru chases your lips, holding you tightly to him.
“More—“ He huffs, cut off by your hand.
“Satoru, we’re in front of the restaurant.”
“Then, come home with me, I’ll make you stay with me. I swear. You can take all my money if I don’t live up to your expectations.”
His voice is muffled behind your joined fingers, lips stretched into a smile.
“Is this a scheme to get pussy?” You deadpan, crossing your arms.
He gapes.
“Never! Why do you guys all think the worst of me. First, Shoko, then, Sugu, and now, you! I thought we were a team!” He whines, encircling his arms around your neck and gently choking you. Just gently.
“Ugh– Toru, you’re killing me!” You push against his chest, mouth wide open to pull air inside your lungs.
Gojo had other plans as he kisses you again.
“Satoru, we need to leave, where’s your driver?” You pull back, huffing.
“I came here by myself. Do you think I’m a bum who doesn’t know how to do anything else but fight?”
You scratch your head and look away, humming an unknown tune.
“You, of all people, should know otherwise…” He grumbles, turning away and crossing his arms.
You chuckle, putting your hand on his lower back.
“Joking. Why did you not let me drive, then?”
“I had plans for us.”
“And if I didn’t accept?”
“Then I’d cry.”
You coo, reaching to scratch at his undercut.
“Poor baby.” You drawl, giggling at the end.
“Your baby.” He corrects, smug as a bastard.
“Cringe.”
“Enough, let’s go to your new home.” He smirks triumphantly, walking to his car and opening the passenger door for you to get in.
“How gentlemanly.” You say as you enter, making sure to not lifting your ass too much for Satoru to see. But you know you fail when you hear him whistle. You knew he’d do that. Perv.
“Ugh, zip it.”
“I’m just checking out the goods I’ll be getting.” He shrugs, making sure you had no limbs outside and shut the door.
He climbs in the other side of the car, reaching for your belt to secure you, face dropping when he sees you had already done so.
“You let me do nothing, do you?”
He groans, pulling away to put his own belt on.
“It’s a habit, I’m sorryyy~” You draw out the last letter.
“Whatever.” He fake sulks and starts the car.
A few minutes later, you arrive at the Gojo Estate, marvelling at all the side houses and beautiful scenery.
You had already visited, but it was still the same reaction all the time; you, mouth agape and eyes wide with wonder, next to him, smug and guiding you by the hand or, rather, waist, now.
“Welcome back, Gojo-sama.” A servant near the main house’s entrance bowed lowly and respectfully.
“Hi Atsuya.” He greets and lets you enter first.
“No one’s home except for the servants. We’re alooone~” He whispers into your ear, pecking the outer shell of it.
“Jesus, Toru, don’t do that.”
He hums, guiding you to his room.
As he opens the door, you realise very suddenly how rich he was in comparison to you. He could probably buy you, and it wouldn’t make a difference in his wallet.
“Do you need anything?” He gestures to the bathroom.
“Yeah, I’ll wash up a bit and then I’ll come back.” You nod and head to the bathroom.
You didn’t actually need to go. But you did need to calm yourself.
I mean, when was the last time your crushes had actually acknowledged you? Never. So, better be ready.
You hear your name and perk up from the sink.
“Yeah?”
“You okay?”
Awh. He’s worried.
“Yes. I’ll be out in a minute.” You wash your hands and dry them.
Then, you open the door to go back to Gojo.
Except, you didn’t expect the Gojo Satoru, Strongest sorcerer of our time, in the Jujutsu world, to be unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing drool worthy abs, pretty pink nipples and miles of pale skin.
Your first instinct is to say sorry but you remember he’s supposed to fuck you, so you steady yourself and walk over to him, helping him with the buttons.
He smiles, “thank you, sweetie.”
“It’s not for you, I just wanna look closer.” You look up, a smug expression on your face. You place a warm hand on his pec and look down at his chest as your hand smooths over his abs, ribs and near his happy trail.
Gojo exhales shakily, gripping your hand. You look back up, questioning him wordlessly.
“Would you believe me if I said I’ve waited for so long?” He drops his head, swallowing nervously.
“Only if you believe the same for me.” You giggle, but they sound more like breathless huffs.
“God, I can’t wait to have you.” He kisses the side of your neck, holding your hand in one of his, the other resting on your hip.
You flush, and Satoru releases your hand, exploring your body with his to find the zipper behind you.
He groans when he doesn’t find it, “Sugar, where is it?” You tilt your head confusingly.
“Where is what?” You question, but realise the next second. You reach for the dress’s straps, pulling them down to reveal yourself.
You had a habit of matching underwear with the outfit you wore, which led to you using your lacy black set. It was the only black underwear that was clean.
Gojo gapes, choking on his spit and almost looking away bashfully, instead looking down when your fingers hooking in the waistband of his underwear to pull down.
“Fuck…” he exhales, throwing his head back to try and make sense that this is you, the one he always had a crush on since your freshman year and his sophomore year of high school.
“You’re already reacting this much, and I haven’t even touched you. How will you react when I suck you-“ He cuts you off with a calloused hand to your mouth.
You lift your eyes to meet his. His flushed face combined with swollen lips due to being bitten, is a tragic view.
He’s so ethereal, it’s impossible to have even imagined that he’s got a crush on you, of all people.
You were so sure there were women with more chest, butt and-
“Sweetie, if you start to doze off on me, I won’t be able to fuck you.”
Satoru interrupts your daydream about him.
His face is closer, still flushed and he now sports the handsome grin he always wears.
“Tch, don’t get too cocky. I’ll have you crying.” You retort, grinning as you shove your hand in his boxers, paling at the girth. It was barely hard, too.
“Well?” He crosses his arms. The fucker knew he was big, too.
“Nothing I can’t handle.” You feign boredom.
But you lied. It was everything you couldn’t naturally handle. You wonder how pornstars take such big dicks.
Because the next moment, he pushes you onto the bed, almost tearing his underwear off in his haste. He halts at your lacy set, pouting.
“Here’s a little bargain, sweetheart.” You perk up, eyes glazed.
“You let me tear off this stupid barrier,” you frown, crossing your arms. “And I’ll buy you whatever you want to replace them.”
You hum, interested in the deal.
“Who am I kidding? You’re going to be my wife, for fuck’s sake.”
And without warning, quickly unclasps your bra and rips off your panties, making you gasp.
“You jerk! Buy me everything I want— ah!” You shiver at his breath hitting your bare pussy.
“Satoru- wait!” You try to grab his hair but he was too fast, shoving his face into your core, moaning loudly like it was one of those atrociously sweet candies.
“Mmhfuck- sweetheart, you definitely knew about this.” His voice is muffled behind your folds, licking and sucking like your cunt was a lollipop.
“Toru, wait!” You grip his hair and pull him off, drawing out a low whine. Like a child getting candy taken away.
“Let’s make a bet.” You huff, leaning up on your elbows. He listens and sits back on his heels. He always loved to compete in useless things with you.
“Whoever cums first is a loser.” You sit up, grinning and putting your hands on his shoulders to help yourself onto him.
“Oh? Then it’s easy. I’d win.” He snickers, moving to put his head on the pillows to put you on top. You are secured by his hands on your waist, tightly grasping.
“Nah, I’d win.” You grin, moving to face his hardness full on, it still shocks you, but you put on a brave face and put your knees on each side of his face, presenting your mound to him.
Your face flushes, planting both hands on his thighs, gulping and kissing the tip to start. He twitches and you smirk, touching the underside of his tip with your tongue.
He shivers and shoves your hips down on his mouth to stop himself from getting distracted, moaning in ecstasy at your touch and taste.
You hiss and start working him up, licking from base to the slit on top and wrapping your hand around it, squeezing and jerking it off as you start to take him in your mouth.
Your jaw is aching when you take an inch or two in, swallowing nervously as it starts to rapidly approaching the back of your throat, humming in apprehension, which makes him twitch and moan in your pussy.
“Mmfuckk,” he licks your clit and suckles on it, kissing it sloppily. You grunt around his dick.
You drop your head another inch, taking it in like a champ and groaning, moving your hand up and down where you can’t reach.
He groans and plunges his tongue inside your cunt, slurping like it was his last meal and he was starving.
You moan and begin to move faster, bobbing your head and hand in sync to make him cum first.
“S-slooowww doowwwnhhh..” he hums in your pussy, shaking his head with his tongue lolled out, moving your clit left and right and stimulating it like a goddamned vibrator.
Unfortunately for him, you do the same, albeit unknowingly, because the mewls turns into vibrations on his tip and he spills inside your mouth with a loud cry, wrapping each arms around the upper part of your thighs and pushing you impossibly closer to his face to try to not make too much noise.
You suck harder in victory, keeping the cum inside your mouth while his poor weeping cock spurts more until it overflows and makes you pull off, cheeks full of semen.
You hum, almost purring in satisfaction.
Turning around, you try to remove your hips off his head, his strong arms around your thighs too tight.
You gulp down, begrudgingly, the salty and bitter taste running down your throat as you try to move, “You lost ‘Toru, let go’v me.” You grumble, wiggling your ass off.
“Nnnoooo, ‘m gonna wiiiinnnn…” he whines, tongue out to lick your exposed clit, determined to make you cum.
“I won! ‘Toru, let me get off, ffuuuhhhhckkk—“ your back arches as he sucks up your slick, making you dig your nails into his hips, thighs shaking.
“Let mhhhhheee make you ccuuuuhhmmm-“ he cuts himself off and pulls on your clit with his teeth. Suctioning it, soothing the pain and licking, slipping his tongue inside, grunting.
Fuck, he’s actually good, you think, as you bite your lip to restrain most of your whines, leaning further on his face, and slipping off his chin before he brings you back on it.
And finally, the coil in your stomach releases, and so does a scream of Satoru’s name out your mouth.
Flopping down on his chest, face near his erection.
…
He’s still HARD?
HOW?!
“‘Toru-“ you lift your head as he licks his lips, savoring the slick that glazed them, you suppress a pleased hum.
“Fuck, you’re good…” he mumbles, irked that you, his sweet little high school crush, managed to make him cum before him, the world renowned strongest sorcerer of this modern age, and self proclaimed squirt king.
It crushed his ego and he wanted to hide forever. Between your thighs, preferably.
“‘Tooooruuuuuuuu, stop hiding, I won.” You finally get off, changing directions so you face him, smirking as you straddle his lap, mindful of the biggest dick you’ve seen in your fucking life.
He huffs, hiding his face in the space between his elbow and arm. From what you can see of his face, he’s blushing, probably embarrassed.
“Don’t be like thaaaat, ‘Toruuuuu,” you chuckle, moving his arm away, “it was fun, wasn’t it? There’s no shame in being sensitive, don’t worry.”
Your grin could not be wider, he thinks, but it’s beautiful. He wraps his hands around your waist, grumbling under his breath about your eagerness to see him defeated.
“Don’t be a sore loser, ‘Toruuu.” You drawl, pecking the corner of his lips, cupping his cheeks.
He smirks, “it’s fine, I guess…” as he’s trying to move you downwards, but you catch the movement earlier than he could do more.
“What. Are. You. Doing?” You question as you grip his wrists, he smiles guiltily.
“You didn’t think we’d stop there, did you?” He cocks his head, like a cute, little clueless dog.
“At least give me a break, you unstoppable force.” You huff, pushing against his chest to slide further on his lap.
“Hooooh—careful.” Gojo slithers his hand to your lower back, pressing your core to his. He smiles like he just stopped you from falling, like a gentleman.
His gaze, however, was anything but gentlemanly. It was more like a bunny in front of a wolf. A prey in front of a predator.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you wanna eat me or something.” You huff, crossing your arms as you balance on his lap.
“Cause I do.” He laughs, leaning into you seductively. You push your hand against his lips when he gets too close.
He snaps his eyes open, frowning.
“I literally just swallowed your cum, you don’t want it.” You explain, removing your hand to place it on his hip.
He leans in again, too fast for you, as he cups the back of your head to push you into his tantalizing kiss.
He moans, trying to make you open your mouth, and hums softly when you do.
When you both pull away, Gojo lifts your right leg up, determined to have a second round.
“Wait! Wait! Put it in slowly, ‘kay?” You stop him, pressing both hands on his thighs, behind you.
“Uh-huh…” He nods absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the way his tip hooked inside your hole. He looked surprisingly mesmerized.
“I’m serio-ah!” You inhale sharply as he begins to push in, slowly, as you said. At least he took that into account.
“Ffffhuuck, fuckfuckfuck-“ He mumbles, closing his eyes and huffing loudly, almost whining.
Satoru pushes the tip in, but you already felt like you were going to tap out. You were Grade 1, sure, but in your ability to take dick, you’d be Grade 4. He was too big for your liking.
“I feel like…” He swallows harshly, breathing erratic, “you’re going to tear, uh-“ He pulls out, leaving you bereft and whining.
“Where’d you go?” You open your eyes, when had you closed them? and find him looking at your pussy like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
“Hold on, I’m gonna help you.” In all honesty, you were painfully tight for him, and he didn’t want you to get hurt.
So, as a remedy, he shoves a long finger into your pussy, spit coating it. You hold a yell, opting to dig your nails into his shoulder, leaving red crescent marks on his perfect pale skin.
“S’toru, slow it down!” You grit your teeth, shutting your eyes tightly.
He looks up at you, pressing sweet kisses on your lips, smiling at your expression. Right as he adds a second finger, your legs shake in effort, sweat coating your skin.
“Almost there, just one more, ‘kay?” He hums in your ear and gifting you little rewarding kisses to your face.
You nod, feeling your insides get looser, relaxing your muscles to ease him inside.
“God, hmmfh…” You open your eyes as he adds a third one, eyes trained on his fingers plunging inside of you. Your head tips backwards.
Suddenly, you feel empty, looking back down to see Gojo pushing his cock inside, his hand shaking as he lines up to your cunt.
“Agh— ‘Toruu!” You grab both of his shoulders and wrap your legs around his hips, trembling.
“Relax, please, please relax-“ he whines, putting his forehead against yours.
Did he just whine?
Your mouth opens, ready to tease him, however, you eat your words as he accidentally shoves more than half of his dick inside you.
A scream rips through your throat, swallowing his cock with your pussy.
“I got you, I got you, hnnggh.” He drops his head in between your neck and shoulder, tickling you.
“You’re so tight… ‘m gonna dieee.” He whimpers, nibbling on your skin. How could the Strongest ever die from pussy?
“You’re ngh-ot gunna- oh, die!” You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer.
He begins to trust in shallowly, grunting like a wild animal, inhaling in between huffs.
He detaches himself from your neck, rubbing his lips to yours, a stray tear falling down his cheek.
“Aha, ha- you’re crying, you big baby.” You huff as you kiss his tear away. He sniffs, shutting his eyes.
“Don’t make fun of meee-hnngg..” He nuzzles into your kiss and tries to capture your lips within his.
You share a heated kiss, full of love (spit) and passion (teeth clashing against each other).
Each thrust sends you backwards, that Satoru fixes when he brings you back onto his cock.
You perk up when you hear your name, uttered so softly you couldn’t have heard of you didn’t listen closely, “can I put it all in?”
You look down, and eyes widening comically when you see only three fourths of his dick was inside. You swallowed in fear and anticipation.
That’s a whole monster there. Couldn’t he have at least had something that wasn’t good?
“I’m perfect in every way, obviously my dick would be big.” He snickers when you realize you said that out loud, pushing against his chest the way you did when he teased you, back in high school.
“No you’re…” You breathe in harshly, “bad at fucking me.” You snicker, regretting as soon as he shoves his dick all the way in, in, in, does it never end?
You moan loudly, sure to be ashamed of the aftermath later. But Satoru will deal with it for you.
“Shh, the walls aren’t, ugh- that thick!” He shudders, dropping his head in between your breasts with a loud whine out of his throat, teeth gnashing against each other to keep his noises in check.
You manage to huff out a laugh, but lock your legs around his waist, mouth dropping in a silent moan, the thrusts getting deeper and more desperate.
A nibble on your nipple breaks your haze, clacking your teeth together.
You grab Satoru’s hair and pull him off.
“What’s- what are you? A baby?” You scold half heartedly, mewling when he swipes a calloused thumb on your clit, your grip loosening.
“Y-yes—fuck!” He nods, dropping his head back into the comfort of your chest, his moans vibrating within your ribs. “I’m your baby, right?”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you feel as if Satoru was your lifeline and you had to keep holding him to live. You had both sets of limbs around him, arms around his neck and legs around his hips.
Thrust-thrust-thrust, it was a seemingly never ending process, of his thumb rubbing uneven patterns on your clit and licking your nipples like they were a lollipop. Whimpering, even. Never have you even fathomed the Strongest whimpering in front of you.
You giggle, breathless and on the edge of a moan. His eyes contort in confusion.
“Fuck you laughing for?” He grumbles, licking up to your neck, dragging the tip of his nose to tickle you.
“Never mind, I’ll make sure you forget how to laugh by the time I’m done with you.” He pulls out to the tip, his fingers forming a V around your almost red cunt to watch how it forms around his tip as he pushes his dick back inside, where it belongs.
He returns inside your arms, snuggling you as he wraps his around your waist to bring your pussy down on him, making the both of you cry out in spine breaking wails of pleasure.
“‘Toru, you bastard- at least warnaahhh-“ You shudder, gritting your teeth as he presses his thumb to your clit.
“Shut.. up, or I’ll cum.. too fahhstt..!” He closes his mouth but still the noise in the back of his throat still makes its appearance, making him whine loudly as he wills himself to not cum too fast. It would embarrassing for The Strongest to cum before his beloved, right?
“Can you just, c-cuhhhmm! Ah-already?” He complains, his eyes crossing and tears spilling down his red-streaked cheeks. You couldn’t believe yourself, but you thought he was cute.
“F-fuhck, please, ‘Toru, slow- ngh- down!” You pull on his hair, gasping for air. Unfortunately, he heard ‘don’t slow down’ and heeded to the non-existent words. In all honesty, you were going to die from too much dick, and you didn’t really mind.
He somehow picked up on the speed and went faster, sealing your efforts to walk tomorrow.
Suddenly, a low growl slices through the air, you open your eyes, when had you shut them? to see if your Satoru had turned into a monster mid way through sex, only to see his embarrassed expression, red flushing his face and not in the way that was pleasant.
“Was that you?” You ask breathlessly, wondering where the animal was, because you certainly didn’t feel hungry after all the food you ate at the restaurant.
“That’s.. my stomach. Pretty sure.” He buries his face in the space between your shoulder and your neck, panting at the movements he was subconsciously making with his hips.
“D’awww, is baby hungry?” You tease, scratching his undercut playfully, or as a way to comfort him. He slowly pulls away, a noise of discomfort working up both of your throats.
“Shuuut it. I’m getting Atsuya to get me some food.” You frown, grabbing him by the ear, to which he winces, moaning in pain.
“What does that mean? You’re leaving me for food?” You twist your hand slightly, making him cry out.
“Wait! Wait! Just let me do something, trust me!” He swats your hand away, pouting.
“Tch, if this is a ploy to ditch me, remember, I know your parents.” You warn, pushing the tip of your finger against his smooth and plushy pec.
“I won’t! Be right back.” He smacks a sloppy kiss on your lips, biting the lower one and rushing to get a bathrobe before heading to the door, yelling out some orders and coming back with a plate of… certainly not filling food. Whipped cream, cherries, even chocolate sauce and… candy. Various ones.
“What.” You deadpan, pushing a pillow between your thighs to avoid being indecent in front of servants.
“Well, I’m gonna eat on you.”
“Didn’t you eat a whole ass menu at the restaurant. I’m gonna kill you.” Satoru’s eyes widen, quickly putting the plate down and all but ripping the pillow away from your thighs, diving right into it, no prep.
“Satoru!” You cry out, your thighs straining to wrap around his head tightly, unfortunately, his hands were too strong, keeping them apart so he could eat his ‘appetizer’.
“Fuck, stop moving, I’ll get you in a better mood, I promise, Sugar.” He whispers, quickly shoving two fingers inside your mellow cunt, moving in and out in the most frustratingly fast way possible. You had to admit, he was damn good in bed.
You shudder, an orgasm electrifying your every being, with his stupid harsh tongue and fast fingers, he was making you cum in almost less than a minute.
He cleans you up, licking every fluid out of your pussy, sucking and slurping, the noises were abhorrently loud.
He pulls off, grabbing the whipped cream to spread it all over your chest, the coldness of it making your nipples perk up.
You jerk, hissing and trying to swat his hand away but failing when he plants his head in between your breasts and licks his sweet cream off, leaving red hickeys where he sucked particularly harshly.
“Satoruuuu…” You slip your head under his bathrobe to help him get it off, he lifts his head, dazed.
“You’re so beautiful, I could cry.” He mumbles, his tongue white from the cream.
“Don’t say stuff like that.” You scold, looking away as you feel a rush of blood through your cheeks.
He chuckles, getting off to take off the bathrobe, throwing it in the unknown corner where your other clothes reside.
“Itadakimasu.” He clasps his hands together, chuckling, then grabs your hips, bringing you down on his monstrously big cock. You could’ve sworn you felt like you were having sex for the first time again from how it felt, like you were being teared apart.
Your hands instinctively tangle themselves in his hair, bringing him closer. He huffs, his tongue lolling out to lick the rest of the cream left of your boobs, whining as his hips push flush against yours, your pussy lips stretching to take all of his freakish length. It was too big to be normal.
Satoru whines parts of your name, kissing down your neck to your chest, licking occasionally.
Your head tips to the side, swallowing a whine as he starts to touch your clit, rubbing weird patterns, but you wouldn’t complain when you’re this close. He already took this away once, you wouldn’t let him take it away twice.
“Su-Sugar, fffuck! What’s wrong? Hey?” He searches your face for any discomfort, wondering why you were spacing out all of the sudden, he follows your gaze, his eyes zeroing on the plate of sugary treats. He tilts his head cutely, wondering why you would look at that while he was rearranging your guts.
Meanwhile, you got an idea looking at the whipped cream and stem-plucked cherries.
“Would you… oh lord, turn over, let me ride you. Please.” You look away from his scarily bright blue eyes, eyeing your every move as his Six Eyes scan you for any wounds or tearing or anything that could bring you harm.
“Ohhh-kay…” He shifts, lifting you gently to straddle his lap, pulling you in softly.
The change in angle makes you wince, to which he panics and searches you for anything that could’ve hurt you.
“I’m fine, Toru.” You whisper his name in such a delicate manner, he wondered if he had broken anything in you. However, you get off of him, making him sound out a long whine out of his throat.
“Where are you goin’?” He blinks literal tears away to watch your blurry figure reach for the whipped cream and shaking it to thicken it.
“Do you trust me?” You ask him, approaching like a predator having found its prey. He nods hesitantly.
“Let me eat whipped cream off of it, and I’ll let you use me, trust me.” You promise, removing the cap off the bottle. You then kneel between his legs and tip the cream down to the tip of his length.
A wail rips out of his throat when the cold whipped cream touched him, his hands already pale from grabbing the sheets with such force, you’d think he used Lapse Blue to strengthen the hold.
“Cold, cold, cold! Fuck! You evil woman!” He shivers, you snicker, putting the bottle away and wrapping your hands around his cock to warm it.
Satoru’s mouth drops in a low moan, his hands struggling to take control of the situation despite his trust in you. You silence him quietly.
“I got you, don’t worry. I’ll warm you with my mouth, baby, don’t cry.” You coo, snickering at his hiss. Putting your hair behind your ears, you lick the cream and hum pleasantly, the taste sweet but not enough to deter you.
You lick all of it off, tongue swirling around Satoru’s tip as he whines, hips bucking up. Your name works its way up his throat, dragging it the last syllable.
You smile, taking more into your mouth as he chokes on air and sniffles. He looks down, a small frown between his eyebrows. You look up inquisitively, humming around the appendage and he jerks, shoving it all in and gagging you.
“Hhhgck!” He pulls himself off and cups your face.
“I’m sooo sorryyy, sweetie, let me make it up to you.”
“W-What?” You gasp when he hooks an arm under your knee, presses his tip to your entrance along with his lips to yours as he pushes in roughly, your noises silenced by his earlier act.
Your hands, however, were spared, as you scratched and spread up and down his back, to his undercut.
“Fffhuuuckk..” Satoru whispers against your lips in a desperate manner, a stray tear slipping on his cheek.
You wipe it away, giggling breathlessly, said breath getting knocked out of you each time he thrust too hard.
His hands roam the expanse of your hips and waist hesitatingly, not knowing what and where to touch.
He resolves himself to grab the chocolate sauce and pour it over your chest again, closing the lid and dropping it on the bedroom floor.
Licking all over you like a child tasting a lollipop, he hums in absolute pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his hips move with a mind of their own, his fingers messing with your clit to push you over the edge.
By the time he had licked you clean, you were cumming a second time, mind blank as you clenched hard on his cock, and Satoru felt like you were cutting his dick off.
Satoru whimpers your name, eyes shut and hips moving on instinct with his fat tip smashing against your g-spot, now that he knew where it was.
"I'm... gonna-!" He groans, biting around your nipple and leaving a mark that probably won't heal for a week at least. His resulting moan vibrated you to your core, and you probably climaxed again, but the sensations were starting to merge together. You couldn’t tell the difference anymore.
When you blinked back your consciousness, crying, out of pleasure of course, Satoru had already slumped in between your breasts tiredly. For once, his eyes weren’t on you, closed in exhaustion.
Your hands carded through his snowy hair gently, it’s as if you didn’t even feel his still twitching cock on your thigh.
“Sugar.”
“Satoru.” You respond, eyes closed as you recuperated. You feel him shift around on your body.
“You love me, right?” He plants his chin on your sternum, pouting up at you.
“Of course. Do you love me?” You open your eyes, your tone almost accusative. Satoru looks almost indignant, like you had ask him if he killed his best friend.
“Of course I do! I love you so so so much,” he squeezes you close to him and smacks multiple wet kisses on your lips and on your cheeks. However, he looks into your eyes with a small drop of guilt once he’s done.
You narrow your eyes, “what did you do…”
“Nothing, just,” Satoru sighs, flips over and drags you with him to lay you onto his chest. “Can we go again? I’m still hard.”
“You’re shitting me.” You look down, and to your horror, he wasn’t lying.
“Can we?” He looks so hopeful, so innocent as if he wasn’t asking to rearrange your guts more than he has already.
“No.” He whines and pouts, settling on wrapping his too-big arms (when did he start getting so buff? He was a twig in high school!) around you.
“I’ll ask you tomorrow then.” Satoru winks his cerulean eyes at you, attempting to flirt.
“You better not.” You already know you’re going to cave in. You predict it.
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