are there any gojohime fic similar to electric blue? like their kid going to time travel to the past? I need something, it's been a while since the author updated 😭
Hi, i read your sakusa x afab!reader and i loved it
Could you write another (obviously smut)? love you<3
stop breathing.
pair : sakusa x afab!reader
warning(s) : anal, choking, gagging, mindbreak, slut shaming, degradation, sakusa still is in denial, slapping, ass slapping, pussy slapping, squirting, creampie, unprotected sex, breeding, semi-public sex? prt 2 of perv saku
"you're moaning so loud, what if my family hears?" he casually says, hand coming to slap down at your plush ass. he currently has you sitting on his cock, reverse cowgirl style. his cheeks are red with shame as, his eyes watching closely as you slowly rock up and down on his thick cock.
he huffs and puffs as he tries to resist himself from absolutely ruining your ass, free hand gripping bruises at your fat hips. he wanted to, so bad, to just take you as he pleases. but knowing you (and him), you'd just be too loud, completely blowing your cover. "hah, look at you, y'know my family adores you?" he groans out lowly. he's teasing you.
his family really does adore you. they think you are soooo cute and elegant, a great match for their smart and hardworking sakusa kiyoomi. "what would they think if they saw you like this, huh? their precious image of you, mnm, shattered because they saw you on my cock like this?" he shakily exhales, other hand roughly groping your ass.
you resist the urge to mewl out at his words, ears intensely tingling in embarrassment. you would be crushed if their view on you changed to something negative. you love his family very dearly. but thats also why you clench down on his cock when he mentions so. you softly moan at the thought, almost crying out when he brings his hand down to imprint yet another red hand-mark on your ass cheek.
"of course you would get turned on by t-that. you would like it if everyone knew you get railed in the ass- no doubt, at my family functions 'cuz yer too much of a desperate slut to wait." his gripping hand on your hip pauses to lightly tap your skin, signaling for you to speed up. you as he wants, ignoring the cry of your knees to bounce yourself on your lap.
he's currently laying back on his bed, as he said so earlier, "if you want it so bad, then you have to work for it." he's making you do the hard work because you were so whiney about it. only good girls get to be a pillow princess, bad girls like you get to do all the work like a hired prostitute.
you seem to get ahead of yourself, completely drunk on his cock as you forget about his family in the other room. crying out in pleasure as his cock reaches deeply into your ass, you're silenced when you feel the hand that was gripping at your hip suddenly slap over your mouth. you moan against the hand, gripping at his wrist. he pushes his chest against your back, head dipping to whisper against your earlobe.
"you really do want everyone to hear you, huh? you'd probably like it if they saw you like this. you're so fucking weird, you really want them to know that you get turned on by getting fucked in the ass while they are a room away?" he questions, digging his fingers down your throat, enjoying the sounds of you softly gagging on them.
you're too blissed out to respond, it feels so good. it still feels a bit foreign, but so good nonetheless. his hand suddenly slaps at your face, bringing stinging tears to your eyes. "answer me when i'm talking to you." he hisses.
when you don't answer him once more, he pulls out, ignoring your whines and pleas. he flips your position, so you're underneath him, legs wrapped around his waist as he gives you no time to prepare as he's sheathing this entire cock in your unprepared pussy. he clenches his eyes shut as your tight cunt flutters around him. his hand had purchase on your neck, feeling a shudder go up his spine when he saw your eyes roll to the back of your head like the braindead whore you are.
you laid there as he railed your pussy, bending you in half like some ragdoll, like his own personal cocksleeve. you couldn't hold back your moans anymore, hands clawing underneath his black sweater, drawing red rivets onto his broad back. he cursed obscenities at your behavior, not taking his eyes off of your face as you made the lewdest expressions ever.
he paid no attention to the bed creaking or the harsh sounds of the headboard hitting the wall. his ears were ringing with the erotic sounds of your wet pussy sloshing around with his cock, his hips meeting your ass. if his family wanted to hear, then they could hear.
if they wanted to hear their precious kiyoomi fuck his precious little girlfriend dumb on his fat cock, then so be it. he dipped his head down in pleasure, hand coming down to slap onto your clit to speed up your on-coming orgasm. fuck, he's close.
his faced burned at the thought of his family overhearing him breed his little girlfriend. they'd hear you cry for him, cry for his cock and cum. and cry you did. you let out a cry of his name as you squirted all over his bedsheets, desperately clawing at his back for purchase as he rolled his hips deeply into your core, reaching his cock as deep as it could go as he fulled your pussy. he dipped his head into your neck as he bred you, his fat tip stilling against your cervix.
the two of you stilled momentarily, breaths inconsistent as you relaxed in your after-shocks of your orgasm. he finally collapsed on top of you, giving into the soreness in his thighs. he laid his head into your chest, hearing the thumping of your heartbeat as you played with the soft curls of his hair.
he looked up at you, heart beating softly at his precious girlfriend that he had just fucked the brains out of.
extra.
"eek, i can't believe we did that! what if your family hates me." you mumbled, hands cupping your flushed cheeks. you were now sitting up on your knees as sakusa searched for your panties.
he sighed softly at your cries, smiling in amusement. plot twist, his family weren't actually in the other room like you thought. they weren't even in the house. they were outside tending to their barbecue. but your dumb little brain didn't need to know that. besides, you're cute when you are embarrassed.
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Thinking about, Sakusa as a sneaky little pervert. Because of course, he was the weird, silent classmate who was always watching you.
Your first ever encounter with him was disastrous.
Running around the empty halls, trying to get to class was a bad a idea, but even more was turning around abruptly, spilling your overpriced starbucks drink into your classmate impolute white shirt.
Your hands trembled in his chest, trying to clean up everything with paper towel was futile, only worsening the stain more and more. You stumbled around with your words, asking for forgiveness and bowing repeatedly. You were expecting screams, insults, everything except what actually happened.
— Move.
That was the first and only word Sakusa spoke to you. His black eyes pierced through your teary ones. The boy could see the mechanisms in your head working around and failing miserably to come up with something. Your poor heart was shattered, after all, Kiyoomi was your secret little crush.
Every time he would sit besides you in class, your eyes would nervously fall into your lap, your hands would toy with the end of your skirts as a way to evade the strong gaze of the volleyball player.
You messed up hard, you thought.
Sakusa tooked the empty cup from the floor and handed it back to you into a paper towel. Then, he shortly left the hall, walking straight to the bathroom with his splattered clothes. Once he arrived, he maked sure the room was empty. He closed the door and changed his shirt for the extra gym tee he had in his bag.
Kiyoomi sighed.
Your teary eyes and trembling form was cute. Pathetic, but cute nonetheless. It was like you thought everything that happened was all your fault, but in reality it was partially his.
If he had not been too dumbfounded gawking your ass as you walked around, maybe he could even prevet all the mess in his new plain shirt.
You hate him, he thought.
You somehow realized how his gaze fell to your boobs every time you jump around the classrooms, how he ogled at your plump thighs whenever you wore skirts. Or worse, how he memorized your train stops and favorite cafes...
Yeah, you surely realized that he stalked your instagram page every night, jacking off to your bikini pics and skimpy outfits.
At first he thought you somehow reciprocated his feelings, but after a while, you began dragging down your pieces of clothing, closing your legs so he couldn't take a peek of your cute underwear.
Every time his friends would bring your name into a conversation, he tried to play cool, but of course, some of them have already realized his strange infatuation with you...
After all, you were the sweet little treasure Kiyoomi kept to himself.
A few days had pass since the incident.
You were now rushing into the train station, running through the stairs to get to the next ride home. As you tried to squeeze between all the people in line, you completely stopped in your tracks as you saw a familiar figure resting at the doors.
Kiyoomi was angrily leading into the glass, his pretty face covered in a black surgical mask.
You thought to yourself: Should you take the ride? Could you bear all the embarrassment? The doors opened, people went in and out, but you were there. Standing.
As the doors were about to close, Sakusa handed out his arm, grabbing your own with enough force to drag you into the train. You stomped face first into the boys chest.
The people in the train were moving, everyone was too overwhelmed with the lack of air and space. You could even fell the boy's rapid heartbeat as you leaned onto him. You nervously looked up, and Sakusa's legs wavered seeing you in such position: Looking up to him, with your pretty doe eyes and red cheeks. You looked helpless.
— Sorry.- You said as you tried to turn around, seeing him clearly uncomfortable with the closeness. Sakusa opened his eyes, alarmed.
In your sweet, empty mind, giving him your back, was far better than seeing his black eyes piercing down your skull, of course! But now, your ass was fully against his crotch and Kiyoomi's thoughts were racing uncontrollably. He could sense the warm your body emited, the way your breath hitched once you realized the compromising position.
Kiyoomi sighed, trying to calm down.
Of course something like this could happened to him. His sweet little crush was with her ass pressed against his cock, with her skirt all riled up and legs trembling.
— Sorry.- You repeated nervously. The boy ducked his neck down, murmuring into your ear.
— That's everything you say? Sorry?- Your cheeks flushed in the darkest shade of red. How dumb could you be? Of course he hated you! You ruined his shirt a few days ago, and now, you were invading his personal space. You were probably Sakusa's least favorite person to be squeezed in a crowded train right now.
— I'm sorry.- Sakusa frowned, obviously frustrated at your attitude. You were truly the dumbest girl out there. Your voice was sounding like you were about to cry at any moment.
Suddenly, someone pushed him from behind, making him cage your body even more than before. Conveniently, his hands gripped into your hips for support, because of course, Kiyoomi would use a situation like this in his favor!
It was, brief, almost silent, but he heard the prettiest little whine coming from you, and as the sneaky pervert he was, his cock began straining into his pants. Closing his eyes, he tried and tried to not act like the pervert he was.
— Excuse me.
— I- It's okay. I'm the one pressing into you after all, haha.
Were you that dumb? His hard cock was resting against the curve of your ass and his hands were squeezing your hips with enough force to leave bruises. How that could be your fault?
The doors flung wide open and some people left the train to welcome even more. Time passed and Kiyoomi's position didn't budge, if not, it only became worse.
One of his hands carefully lowered to your butt, excusing himself with something along the lines of "I can't move" He used the closeness in his favor, touching your ass and thighs while your breath hitched in your throat and your cheeks burned. You couldn't process what was actually happening, at first you were embarrassed to share such a situation with him, but deep down, you knew how much you were enjoying it.
— You good?- Kiyoomi knew the question was dumb. Your trembling thighs and rapid breathing were saying everything he needed to know.
Suddenly, he stopped.
He had enough fun, he told himself. Because if he tried to test his luck even further, you could possibly get mad and start yelling at him. But surprisingly, you began to move your ass slowly in his crotch, excusing yourself, trying to say that it was all an accident.
You thought you were sly with it, but Sakusa knew best.
He laughed, seeing how his long time crush was a pervert herself. You were actually enjoying it! Getting groped in a crowded train, with all the people there possibly watching... Disgusting! Truly disgusting!
Kiyoomi lowered his hand once again, caressing your inner thighs with his fingers and finally, finally touching your entrance through your underwear.
— Oh, this is your stop.- He quickly said as the doors opened, regaining his senses and distancing himself from you.
Oh, he messed up.
How could he know that this was your stop? You never mentioned it to him before, not even once.
Sakusa nervously looked at you, expecting a dumbfounded gaze, or at least a question, but he was surprised with not only a flustered expression but with a relaxing fact: You didn't even notice it.
Nodding shyly, you tried to left the train as the black haired boy lowered the back of your skirt.
You left the station dissapointed, with sticky thighs and wet underwear.
utahime wife of strongest sorcerer, gojo satoru, is kidnapped by 3 mercenaries paid by mysterious person who wants to take over gojo satoru's body. utahime and her 3 kidnappers keep moving from country to another as they keep her hostage. until the four people developed nonconsensual, toxic, abusive, and pure lust relationship
Nanami Kento as the blondie, Toji Fushiguro as fox, Naoya Zenin as the doe eyes lmao
recalling how yuuji can't see curses until he become sukuna's vessel, how much of a green flag that he is, almost has superhuman ability– casually throwing a car or running 50m in 3sec, he still have control over his body despite of sukuna living inside him like WHAT DID KENJAKU DID TO YUUJI?!
I kinda believe he wants yuuji to live a normal life...
I really wonder if kenjaku cares for yuuji as his son or he only wants to use him that's why he made him so strong but he can't see curses so I kinda believe he wants yuuji to live a normal life and protect himself. LOL that's impossible but that's his only son he carried for 9 months! and he told yuuji's friend "thank you for getting along with my son"
maybe this is just my side who loves family drama talking sorry or maybe it's just a scientist loving his own creation is how you would describe it
I remember that bakery girl has ponytail and she was the last person nanami thought when he almost die please do something with that information as you like
y'know how's the best way to write nanami with this material and not make him too much ooc make him calm, collective, gentle and unaffected until she get frustrated and start teasing him so he snapped– grabbed her boobs, he tried to make it gentle but she's just so needy she kept riling him up so he snapped once again again & become rough ROUGH
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