a selection of my gojo fics for your enjoyment! art from left to right is by @/to00fu @/aransmind @/thatsallitchief
CHOOSE YOUR ACTOR!
✰ only ones who know starring...SUPERVILLAIN!GOJO
✰ no. one party anthem starring...ROCKSTAR!GOJO
✰ snapshots starring...BEST FRIEND!GOJO
✰ pick your player starring...CHRONICALLY ONLINE LOSER!GOJO
✰ snowed in starring...YETI!GOJO
✰ unnamed extra starring...PRINCE!GOJO
✰ true love waits starring...NERD!JO
✰ say you don't starring...ENTITY!GOJO
✰ the king's crown starring...EMPEROR!GOJO
✰ gender swapped + eating out starring...FEM!GOJO
✰ slimed starring...SLIME!GOJO
✰ prince charming starring...YANDERE!GOJO
✰ what's mine is yours (and what's yours is mine) starring...BODY SWAPPED!GOJO
✰ god complex starring...CULT LEADER!GOJO
✰ the aliens are cumming starring...ALIEN!GOJO
✰ dorky guys finish first starring...NERD!JO
✰ cut your heart in half starring...MAGICIAN!GOJO
✰ national anthem starring...PRESIDENT!GOJO
✰ divine dicking starring...PRIEST!GOJO
✰ sperm donor of the year starring...BEST FRIEND!GOJO
✰ call me anything you want + two princes starring...NERD!JO + FRAT!JO
✰ lost and found starring...SPIDER!GOJO
✰ who's your whore? starring...FRAT!JO
✰ cat-fished! starring...SNOW LEOPARD HYBRID!GOJO
a/n: the way this isn't even half my gojo masterlist is lowk so funny to me it took everything in me not to add spider gojo on here lmfao. anywhoooo reblogs + comments are always appreciated adore you all :3
the concept of "personal property" is foreign to your roommate. what belongs to him and what belongs to you simply does not exist in the vocabulary of his.
so when you enter your shared apartment after a grueling nine-hour shift, you already recognize the rhythmic buzz echoing down the hallway. it’s the exact same sound you’ve confronted him about three times this month.
you march down the carpeted hallway and throw the bedroom door wide, not even bothered to knock because he certainly didn’t ask permission to breach your space.
and there he is, your thoroughly infuriating, completely shameless roommate, sprawled across your duvet with those absurdly long, pale legs monopolizing the entire mattress. his glasses are askew on his face, the lenses clouded from his own ragged gasps as he rubs your favourite wand's head against his sensitive cockhead—smearing his sticky pre-cum all over.
“gojo!” you snap, your delivery flat and dripping with unadulterated irritation. "you are doing it again?!"
he lacks even the basic decency to look up from his own groin, refusing to acknowledge your presence at the foot of your bed. his chest heaves under an oversized anime t-shirt, hips giving a needy little twitch as the rattle of the motor continues to pleasure his nerve endings. he rolls his head back into your pillows, letting out a shaky, wet moan that sounds nearly pornographic.
“shh… wait a sec,” he pants, his voice thick and raspy; a world apart from his typically fast-talking cadence that usually annoys the shit out of you. “i'm almost there. don’t be mad, it just… it feels so much better than my hands…”
you’ve had the boundary talks. you’ve threatened to lock your door (which he can bypass anyway). you’re tired, your feet hurt, and the audacity of him sitting in your room, treating your personal drawer like his own candy shop without an ounce of shame, makes your blood boil.
you stride over to the bed, and before his overstimulated brain can register the sudden movement, you reach down and wrench his hand away from his grip, sending the toy clattering onto the floorboards.
“hey!” he whines, a petulant, spoiled-brat pout instantly forming on his lips as his eyes finally dart up to yours. “i was literally right there! c’mon, that’s just cruel—”
unable to tolerate his dumb whining a second longer, you drop to your knees beside the mattress and clamp your hand around the bottom of his cock with intentional force. before he can even puff at the sudden restriction of his blood flow, you raise your other hand to land a stinging slap directly across the pink flesh of his tip with a loud smack!
satoru gasps, his spine arching off beautifully as his body spasms from the impact. his vivid blue eyes are now blown wide, blinking rapidly behind his spectacles while a miserable whimper spills from his plush lips. "do you think you can just use my things because you are too lazy to buy your own?"
to penalize his arrogance further, ensuring the lesson sinks into his imbecile brain, you squeeze your thumb and forefinger around the tender skin beneath the swollen mushroom head and pinch, using enough force to guarantee a lasting red mark.
the reaction is instantaneous. the agony of the nip, combined with another slap across his aching dick, pushes his nervous system into overload. satoru releases a startled shriek, his hips thrashing desperately as he tries to wrench his hips away from your horrific grip, thighs jerking against the sheets in a futile attempt to escape the blinding pain.
but your hands are unrelenting, and the torment only accelerates the climax. his cock throbs spastically as if its trying to communicate something using morse code before he erupts.
thick, pearly ropes of cum shoot straight up, splattering across his own flat stomach and the hem of his shirt, dripping down the pale skin of his abs.
“oh god—” he groans, voice cracking as his upper body collapses back into the pillows, the sudden impact knocking his glasses off his nose to land sideways on the mattress. he looks like a total wreck; his mouth hanging open, a thin strand of saliva bridging his lips as he stares up at you with dazed, dilated pupils that consume his baby blue irises.
even as the intense peak subsides, his hips give one final, weak roll against your hand, and he possesses the sheer nerve to smile—a lazy, unrepentant smirk forming on his stupidly handsome face.
“do… do that again,” he whispers, breathless and shameless as ever, cocking his head like an overly enthusiastic bunny. “slap it again for me..?”
⤷ ゛your husband nanami kento tries your breast milk ˎˊ˗ fluff into smut, fem!reader, husband!nanami ♡
wc. 641
ever since you gave nanami a baby girl, he'd changed. more attentive. more gentle. he handled late-night feedings, changed diapers without complaint, and constantly made sure you had everything you needed.
but lately, there was always something else in his eyes whenever he watched you.
one evening, you sat in the living room nursing your daughter when nanami quietly wandered in from the kitchen. he stopped beside the couch, gaze lingering on the peaceful sight of your baby feeding in your arms.
his throat tightened.
he wasn't sure when the curiosity had started, but lately he'd found himself wondering...
what does breast milk taste like?
the thought made his ears burn.
"ken?" you asked softly. "something wrong?"
he blinked. "i'm alright, darling. just thinking."
once your daughter finished and drifted off, the two of you tucked her into bed together. nanami smiled as he pulled the blanket over her tiny shoulders before quietly following you back to the living room.
"you've been quiet tonight," you teased.
"sorry love," he said, then quickly changed the subject.
the conversation faded in a couple minutes, and after dozing off together for a while, you shifted uncomfortably. your blouse was damp where milk had leaked through.
"you feeling alright?" nanami asked, noticing your squirming
"i'm just really full," you sighed, instinctively cradling your breast. "i should probably pump."
as you stood, he suddenly grabbed your wrist.
"don't," he said quietly, "i…"
he seemed to be wrestling with something internally, brow furrowed slightly. you sat there, suprised by his sudden interruption. "ken? baby, i really need to pump."
"…would it help if…" he trails off, regretting starting the sentence.
"help if what?"
"…if i helped instead of the pump."
you blinked, certain you heard him wrong "what?"
his ears were noticeably red now, the flush creeping down his neck. he looked away, jaw tightening.
"…relive the pressure," he clarified, his voice strained. "instead of pumping."
a startled laugh bubbled up from your chest, completely breaking the heavy tension. you couldn't help it—the sight of your usually composed husband flustered was a rare right.
"oh kento!" you giggled, pressing a hand over your mouth to stifle the sound so you won't wake your baby. "you could have just said you wanted to try some, y'know."
"i didn't know how to ask..." nanami managed to say, watching you laugh. he was feeling like an idiot but also strangely warmed by your reaction.
"so, do you want it in a cup, or straight from the source?" you wiggled your eyebrows teasingly.
"a cup. please."
"thought so."
you disappeared into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a small glass of freshly pumped milk. sliding it toward him, you watched his fingers wrap around the warm glass.
he stared at it for a long moment before finally taking a cautious sip.
his eyebrows lifted.
"...it's actually really good."
you laughed.
"it's sweet, like vanilla," he admitted, sounding genuinely surprised.
"i know."
he took another small sip before looking back at you, still slightly pink.
"i didn't expect that."
leaning your chin into your hand, you smiled.
"want more?"
safe to say that he liked it, so of course the next time you two had sex (after the baby was settled at his parents for the night) he didn't hesitate.
pinning you to the mattress, he immediately lowered his head to your chest, warm mouth closing over your nipple.
"oh— ken" you gasped as he sucked eagerly.
"mmph—" he pulled back, his mouth shining wetly with your milk. his pupils were dilated, his gaze intense.
"another one," he panted, nipping at your neck possessively. "i want another baby. so you'll always be full of milk for me to drink."
soon enough his wish was fulfilled because two months later, there were two lines on your pregnancy test. (yes, with twins this time)
a/n: next time it'll be in reverse WHO SAID THAT. i did so much research for this fic only for me to delete all the detailed parts because i didnt want to bore anyone 💔
Imagine if Gojo suggests an open relationship after years of you two being together to spice things up. You agree solely because you love him, though your heart hurts when within the week, he starts hooking up with other people.
There's a noticeable shift in his treatment of you. No longer is his time divided between you, his students, and missions. A fourth factor has entered the equation, and you're the one who loses. Date nights become less frequent, your texts are left unread, and he comes home at even odder hours of the night, stinking of other people's perfume.
You hate it, and the one time you bring up closing the relationship again, he guilts you, acting as if you didn't want him happy. When you float the idea of taking a break a week later, he gets on his knees and begs you to stay. You agree.
For a little while, things go back to how they used to be. He showers you with attention and gifts, takes you out as often as you want, and ignores his phone that's constantly chiming. But within the month, he's back to seeing other people.
It breaks your heart all over again, but this time, you do things differently. Instead of being the diligent girlfriend, you start playing the field yourself. It's a confidence booster that within the week, you have dozens of matches, and it reminds you that you have options outside of Satoru.
Enter Nanami.
He's been on the sidelines throughout this debacle, and has disagreed with Satoru's treatment from the beginning. Unbeknownst to you, he's always carried a torch for you. When he sees you on a dating app, he nearly jumps for joy. He swipes right, and you, seeing an opportunity to get back at Satoru by banging one of his comrades, swipe right too.
Except, it doesn't take long for it to go from a revenge quest, to genuine feelings forming. Nanami treats you the way Satoru used to, and doesn't rush or pressure you into anything. He makes it clear he's a one woman guy, and doesn't hide the fact that his mission is to take you from Satoru. And with each date, it becomes more tempting to break things off with the strongest, and give things a go with Nanami.
When you finally decide to sleep with Nanami, you'd already made up your mind. The world altering sex just sealed the deal. He spent hours taking you apart with his tongue, his fingers, and his cock. He prioritized your pleasure and comfort, and was an aftercare king. Nanami, you realized, was everything you'd been missing.
When you told Nanami you were leaving Satoru, he grinned wider than he ever had before. And when you declared you wanted to be his, he kissed you until you were wet and breathless.
you may have gone overboard with the cleaning. your apartment doesn’t look lived in, more like an IKEA showroom. it’s not like nanami’s an inspector, he’s your boyfriend. new though, you’re not very close and it’s only been a couple of months but he was manly enough to ask you to be his valentine, how could you resist!
he’s just so perfect, you daydream while flattening the creases of the couch’s pillow. golden and groomed blonde hair, ironed suits, old fashioned manners. how his voice goes softer when he’s speaking to you, his strong teeth and subtle smile only coming out for you. it feels like you’ve won a national prize every time you break his calm and collected attitude and manage to make his pale complex warm up. you dimmed the living room since you planned a casual movie-night with him, hopefully not too casual for him.
god knows he’ll show up in his signature suit and sit up-right while you play a stupid rom-com. that would be kind of nice. finally all alone, together, on a comfy couch. you could crawl onto his lap, tug on his tie, lick on his collared neck. kiss him like you mean it, no fear of the public.
you squint at your suddenly changed thoughts and get up with a sigh, knowing him, he might not make a move. but he’s only a man…?
you wait for the door’s bell. when it comes, you give yourself a few seconds and fix your hair before walking to the door. you can’t make it seem like you’d been waiting, that’d be ridiculous. suddenly your thoughts of changing your clothes because it’s a bit too chilly pass your mind when you see him. like lava streams in your blood, you warm up to a casual nanami. a pretty man dressed in a gray sweatshirt that painfully compliments his skin showed up timely to spend time with his girlfriend on valentine’s, you could faint!
“hello. picked up flowers on the way, these are for you.” he tilts the bouquet, your favorite, towards you gently, grinning warmly, making his eyes squint. you swear you could eat his face.
“thank you, thank you!” you’re handed the flowers as he steps closer to you, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead as you take them, inhaling the floral aroma mixed with his peppery and woody cologne.
“i love them, but you didn’t have to, really.”
“it’s valentine’s day and the least i could do.” same soft smile on his lips.
you smile, too hard, at his gesture and move to the side to let him in. he kicks off his shoes as you quickly close and lock the front door, placing the flowers on the kitchen counter.
“it’s not too hot in here, i hope.”
“it’s just fine,” he offhandedly observes the room, an appreciation for what you’ve done to the place. he tugs at his sleeves and rolls them up, revealing strong forearms. jesus christ. you snap out of your gaze and rush to sit at the couch, a thick blanket and a couple of fluffy pillows decorated the comfy space. rich chocolate and drinks already set at the coffee-table, and his favorite desserts from a bakery? you pat at the spot next to you and hold back a giggle when he sits next to you. his black pants spreading neatly over his thighs, your eyes carefully wandering to the seam of the zipper, your mouth pooling.
“here, get comfy.” you toss the large pull-over on the both of you, taking in the sight of him, shuffling closer to you and warming up to the blanket around him.
“quite a fine home you’ve got, it’s extremely cozy.” he throws an arm over you.
“i try. it’s not usually this… tidy.”
“what? you’re trying to impress me?” he teases.
“it’s your first time over, i wanna make you feel good an’ comfy.”
“well, it’s working.” he smooths his hand over your hot cheek, the metal of his ringed index finger brushing over you.
you spend the remaining time opening chocolate and bakery boxes, feeding each other and occasionally kissing while a movie plays in the background. you hope for any move during the time he’s with you, any move at all. maybe a lingering kiss. it’s so distracting the way the shadows of the dark room and light source from the tv brighten his sharp features. you’re leaning into his warm chest as his fingers graze over your exposed thighs, sipping the wine you bought that he surprisingly, and thankfully, really enjoyed.
another scene of the characters just talking and spilling lore, he sets the half-full glass down and focuses on you. eyes on the screen but his palm has splayed to soothe and grope over your thigh. he notices your obedience, spreading your legs just by the tiniest bit. his slips his hand into your inner thigh and that’s where you roll your body slowly.
his eyes are now on you, and your bodies mingled under the sheet as you watch the movie. mmm, thank god you wore thin shorts and a random t-shirt. you feel as his fingers graze over your thinly covered cunt, tips coming down to rub your clit. your gaze stays straight but you don’t focus, you’re unable too.
“c’mere,” nanami fixes your slouched posture so you sit with your back on his chest, your legs open and pliable for him to touch and grope at your body.
“kento.” you mumble, dazed, when his hand slides underneath your damp panties to tease at your folds.
“mhm, you’re so beautiful.” he sniffs at your hair as his other hand grips under your bra to hold and fondle your breast. the wine was really getting to you both. a sudden pulse at your lower back as he grinds gently into you, how tight had his pants gotten?
finally, finally, he got his hands on you. even under a blanket, you look down to watch the fabric move in waves as he rubbed your most sensitive parts, the alcohol heightening your senses. skilled hands pacing gentle but greedy circles on your buds as you gripped the remote. you appreciate his sexual activity, it’s just so much more aggressive than you thought he ever could be. his sweet words and gestures all hid his intrusive and perverse actions.
“god, i need to feel you.” he highlights his eagerness with an extra squeeze. you pathetically push the blanket off the couch and with trembling hands, you move yourself to face him. he lays himself down as you sit on his lap. you moan quietly when you feel him against your soiled shorts, bucking your hips down to get more of the twitching sensation below his belt. humping the fat chub under his pants, you craved it more than anything.
“uh-huh, that’s good. baby, you’re so good to me. that’s it.” his hands hold a bruising grip on your hips as you grind slowly but firmly on his hard cock.
“couldn’t stop thinking about this,” he groans when you rub your fat cunt directly on his tip, “this pretty body on mine, you’re so fucking hard to resist.” his cursing going right to your achy clit. you hop off and watch him violently take his belt off, switching your spots and filling the void between your legs with his hips. pulling his sweater off and tossing it as you do the same with your top. his pale skin so handsome and soft with his softer muscles and a layer of fat on his stomach from eating all his favorite breads. so sexy, you wrap your legs around his waist. you shake your head at the condom he pulls out from his pocket.
“needa feel you, your cock in me, please. don’t want anything between us, kento, please please. it’s valentine’s, let me do this for you.”
“perfect girl, you’re gonna kill me.” but he complies, gladly tossing the latex and pulling the confinements of his cock down. you whine at his contents. big and hard, the first time you’ve seen this part of him. you love it, he hasn’t even fucked you and you already love it, love him.
you nod aggressively when he lines his chubby, weeping tip against your soppy pussy. letting it catch a few times as he rocks back and forth, the moves of his sexy hips making you throb. he fulfills his own fantasies of his raw cock on his beautiful girl’s wet cunt whilst she begs for him to fill her up and make her his.
“you want it, sweetheart?”
“more than anything, yes yes yes.”
“no protection, nothing protecting you? you sure, love? it’s risky.”
“don’t care. i’ll have your babies if you want to, if i have to – jus’ give it to me.”
“mmm, babies, huh… you sure that’s not the wine talking?” sick, even if it wasn’t the lust from being slightly tipsy, he wouldn’t, couldn’t, stop himself.
you could cry with all the teasing he’s doing but you lose your breath when he pushes himself into your perfect, tight cunt. all his. he takes your limp and delicate upper frame to his advantage and undoes your bra. nanami rolls himself deeper into you as he watches your pretty tits bounce with every move.
“so good, ken, thank you..!” as he presses himself into the depths of your cunt. you're unbelievably tight and so warm when he bottoms out as far as he can without really breaking you in.
he’s slow, eager and certainly not collected as he usually is but he takes his time to fuck you. you’re so drunk on lust and sex that you just agree to whatever he says. his pretty girl wants to be all his? have his kids? marry him and be taken care of and fucked so good daily? you nod and babble to all of it. as he speeds up, his sloppy kisses and skilled tongue on your nipples slow and he concentrates on making you both come. the movie ended a while ago and the rooms filled with groans and moans, sloppy and slippery squelches and slaps.
his kisses his thumb wet and massages little circles into your sensitive clit. you writhe at not only the delicious friction but how you tighten up again around his cock, stretching you out all over again.
“close, i’m close. keep fucking me, kento, yes, mhm. yesyesyes..” you jump at the overwhelming, intense orgasm and milk out every single ribbon of creamy cum into you. growling and furrowing his dark brows as he creams directly at your cervix.
“good, good girl.” he snaps through his teeth as he finishes inside you. smoothing his hand over your pelvis and under your naval. gasping and panting as you both collect yourselves. he sinks down to rub his sweating face into your neck, kissing you gently again as you pull and stroke his blonde locks. ending such a day with all his love! <3
Summary: You’ve been in love with Satoru Gojo for years. Five of them as his wife, and three of them you spent with your beautiful daughter Lately though, you’ve been suffering from baby fever. When you finally admit your desire for another child, Satoru wastes no time sweeping you off to the bedroom. More than eager to make it happen.
Content Warnings: porn w/no plot, cowgirl, mating press, missionary, dom!gojo, sub!reader, HEAVY breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex (p in v,) multiple creampies, multiple rounds, toru js loves u sooo much
18+
The soft hum of the dishwasher filled the kitchen as you wiped down the counters. The scent of lemon cleaner mixed with the faint aroma of your daughter Kyoko's storybooks still lingered in the air. Speaking of which the three-year-old was finally asleep upstairs. Her little chest rose and fell under the glow of her nightlight.
Life felt perfect. Satoru Gojo, your husband of five years, the man who could still make your heart race with a single grin, and your beautiful baby girl who made everything whole.
Lately, though, a quiet ache had settled in your chest. Baby fever. It crept in after endless streams of adorable videos online, after wandering through store aisles overflowing with tiny, irresistible clothes, after moments spent watching Kyoko play on her own. You found yourself wanting another child, someone for her to laugh with, to grow up beside.
But Satoru had said it so many times. The three of you were his world, perfect just the way you were. And every time you thought about bringing it up, your stomach twisted at the thought.
What if he thought you were ungrateful?
You heard his footsteps before you saw him, that familiar lazy stride. Satoru leaned against the doorframe. His white hair was tousled from a long day. Those piercing blue eyes softened as they landed on you. He was still in his work shirt. Sleeves rolled up to reveal toned forearms. He looked every bit the handsome man you've fallen for. "All done?" he asked. His voice was warm like honey.
You nodded, drying your hands on a towel. Your heart pounded. "Yeah. Kyoko's out cold." You hesitated, folding the towel neatly. You gave yourself an out. "Satoru. Can we talk? About something?"
He pushed off the frame, closing the distance in two steps. His large hand cupped your cheek. "Anything, sweetheart. What's on your mind?" His thumb brushed your skin, gentle and patient.
You swallowed, eyes dropping to the floor. "I love our life. You, Kyoko. It's everything I dreamed of. But. I've been thinking. About another baby." The words tumbled out soft and tentative. You glanced up, searching his face.
You were ready for any sign of reluctance. "I know you've said we're perfect like this, just us three. If you don't want to have any more kids, I understand...it's just baby fever I suppose. Despite how difficult it was, I loved taking care of Kyoko, and I'd really love to have another baby with you Toru. Plus think of how Kyoko would feel getting a sibling to play with when she grows up."
He was still silent. You couldn't help the small frown curling at your lips. "I know you're busy sweetheart, it must be difficult with your duties, but I truly think we could make it work"
Satoru's eyes gleamed. A grin splitting his face wider than you'd seen in ages. He let out a laugh, pure joy bubbled out as he pulled you into his arms. Knowing damn well he couldn't feign being unamused any longer. He lifted you off the ground in a spin. "Another kid with you? Hell yeah I want another!" He set you down but didn't let go. His forehead pressed to yours. "I didn't say anything because I didn't want to push. Thought you'd think I was greedy for more when you've given me the best family in the world. But damn, I've wanted this. Wanted to see you swollen with our kid again. Build this family bigger. I love you so much, you have no idea. You're my everything."
Relief flooded you. Tears pricking your eyes as you laughed. You surged up to kiss him. His lips met yours hungrily. Hands slid down to grip your hips. He pulled your body flush against his. The kiss deepened. Tongues tangling. A spark ignited the air between you. You broke apart gasping. Both smiling like idiots. "You're not mad? Y-You want this?" You had managed to stutter out.
"Mad? I'm fucking thrilled." His voice dropped low. Eyes darkened with that familiar heat. "God, I've waited too long to breed you properly baby. I love you sooo much. Love how perfect you are for me. Wanna knock you up so bad baby. Fill you with my cum until you're dripping with it. Watch your belly grow with our baby."
Heat pooled between your legs at his filthy words. The raw promise in them making your heart race. You tugged him toward the living room. You shed clothes along the way. Your shirt first, then his. Revealing the hard planes of his chest. By the time you reached the mattress of your bed, you were in just your panties. Him in boxers straining against his growing erection. Satoru sat back. He pulled you onto his lap. His cock was thick and hard. It pressed up against your thigh.
"C’mon, ride me," he growled. He freed himself and guided your hand to stroke the veined cock. "Show me how bad you want my babies. I love you, gorgeous. So eager for me. Gonna fuck a baby into ya tonight."
You didn't need telling twice. Straddling him, you sank down slowly. His cock stretched your pussy wide. It filled you inch by inch until you were seated fully. Walls clenched around him. A moan escaped you. Hands on his shoulders for leverage. Satoru gripped your ass. He kneaded the flesh as you started to move. You rolled your hips in a teasing rhythm.
"Faster," he urged. He thrust up to meet you. "Bounce on m’cock like you mean it baby….Milk me dry. Shit!…love this tight pussy. Love how it grips me so fucking good. I'm gonna flood you with cum. Pump you full until you're pregnant. You want that, pretty girl? My baby growing inside you?"
You obeyed, lifting and slamming down. The wet slap of skin echoed in the room. His cock hit deep with every drop. It brushed that spot inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids. Satoru's hands roamed. One pinched your nipple. The other slapped your ass lightly. It urged you on. You rode him mercilessly. Pussy gripped him tight. You chased the building pressure. "Satoru! Feels so good," you panted. Your head thrown back.
He groaned. Hips bucked wildly. "That's it, take it all. Gonna fill this cunt up. Make sure it takes yeah?..nnngh…love ya so fucking much. Love breeding you like this. Pussy so perfect…gave me everything, fuck it’s made for m’cock huh…Made to carry my kids." His words sent you over the edge. Orgasm crashed through you as you clenched around him. You cried out. Satoru followed seconds later. Cock pulsed as he came. Hot spurts of cum flooded your pussy. He held you down. He ground deep to push every drop inside. "First load, not done yet baby. Keep it in there."
You collapsed against him, breathless. But he wasn't finished. With a wicked smile, he flipped you onto your back on the bed. Hooking your legs over his shoulders in a mating press. The position folded you in half, leaving you completely exposed. His cum already leaked from your stretched hole, but Satoru didn’t like that. Instead, he lined his cock right up. Quickly slamming it back in with one rough thrust. The angle let him pound even deeper.
"Fuck, look at you," he rasped. He set a brutal pace. Hips snapped forward relentlessly. "Pussy's sucking me in. Begging for more….Ya want me to knock you up pretty mama?…Breed your tight little womb?…Love ya, sweetheart….Love how depraved ya make me feel….Wanna just ruin you with my cum. Stuff you so full you can't walk straight. Watch you swell up pregnant because of me."
"Oh yes!" you gasped. Nails dug into his arms as he railed you. Cock dragged against your gummy walls with every vicious plunge. The pressure built fast. His dirty talk fueled the fire. "Gonna pump you full….G’na watch my cum take….swell your belly with our baby. You're mine to fill….mmmh…mine to fuck pregnant. I love every inch of you. Love claiming you like this."
His thrusts grew erratic. Balls slapping against your ass. The mattress creaked under the force. You came again, harder this time. Vision blurred as your pussy spasmed around him. Satoru buried himself to the hilt. He roared as he unloaded. Cum gushed deep inside. It overflowed and dripped down your thighs. He stayed locked in place. He rocked gently to coat your cervix. "There we go. Second one yeah?Keep it in….Let me breed you….Fuck, I love you. Can't get enough of filling you up my sweet girl…”
Satoru’s panting as he eased out slowly. But only to reposition. Gently now, he laid you flat. He slid between your legs for missionary. His body covered yours, intimate and close. He pushed back in with a slow, deep thrust. This time, it was unhurried. Each slide measured to savor the connection. His forehead rested against yours. Blue eyes locked on your face. Full of love and lust.
"Fuck…love ya baby," he murmured. He rolled his hips in a steady rhythm. Cock ground deep. "Love ya soo much…. Gonna give you everything. Another baby, our family. Fuck…wanna knock you up so dirty baby…. Flood your pussy with load after load. Make you mine forever. How’s that sound sweetheart hmm? Wanna be my baby momma again?"
You wrapped your legs around his waist. You pulled him closer. The slow drag built a sweet ache. "Love you too. So much Toru!…I wanna be your….mmmh!" Your hands tangled in his hair. Bodies moved in sync. The intimacy heightened every sensation. He kissed you softly between thrusts and whispered praises.
The pace stayed languid. But the depth had you trembling. Pleasure coiled tight. Your walls fluttered as you cane again. Satoru was groaning into your neck. Thrusting deep one last time as he finished. Cum spilling hot and thick as it mixed with the previous loads. Leaving your poor pussy a creamy mess of your orgasms and his own.
Afterward, he held you. Not pulling out right away. He was content to stay buried as you both caught your breath. "Think that did it," he teased. He kissed your nose. "But if not, you’re still perfect baby. Love to keep trying….Every night if we gotta…I love you more than anything. Can't wait to be a dad again."
You giggled softly, tracing his jaw. Happiness bloomed warm in your chest. With Satoru, your family, whatever it grew to, would always be perfect.
Satoru shifted slightly, still inside you, his cock softening but not fully retreating. He nuzzled your neck, planting soft kisses along your collarbone. "You feel that? All my cum deep in you. It's gonna make a baby. Our second little one. Kyoko's gonna be the best big sister." His voice was husky, laced with satisfaction and that unending affection. You could feel the warmth of his releases pooling within, a sticky reminder of his claim.
You shivered at the thought, your body still sensitive from the intensity. "I hope so Toru." Your fingers traced patterns on his back, feeling the muscles flex under your touch.
"My pretty girl," he whispered, “Can’t wait for you to get exactly what you want my love. You're gonna look so hot. Belly all round with my baby. Tits full and leaking. All fucking mine, yeah?”
His words which were filthy yet laced with so much love, left you dizzy. Your heart racing just as much as your body had been. You swatted his shoulder lightly, a soft laugh escaping as you curled into his chest. The ache of baby fever faded, replaced by a deep, quiet contentment that only Satoru could give. With him beside you, everything felt possible, every dream within reach. Your family was about to grow, and you found yourself smiling at the thought, already unable to wait.
anywayyssss wanted to practice my smut writing
unfortunately I have 0 experience in this matter but I wanted to make it as detailed as possible maybe to improve my usual smuts
fuck I reread it why is the dialogue so bad wtfff
also I’m not sure if this is js me but I breeding kinks sound so hot on paper but I’m scared of the thought irl.
my husband suddenly became love"sick"?! ft. phainon
got the collective ideas from my post! ty yall <333 basically regressor au bc he lowkey fumbled in the past lifetime (and you died) so he pulled the uno reverse card and highkey turned back the time (pt1)
part 1
part 2
part 3
WARNING/S: yandere, obsessive behavior, implied drugging at the end
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ — staring across you was an empty seat, no boyfriend, no text, none at all. as you glance at your clock you realize it's been an hour and you've been stood up.
"Miss we swear we don't know where boss is!" Luke choked out.
You look to the side and Kieran is nodding.
These two don't know that you can tell when they're lying, you've spent 4 years with them for God's sake.
Today was finally the day you and Sylus had a free day, with mountains of work and investigating what's happening in the N109 Zone today was the day you can finally go out and breathe fresh air rather than smoke, guess it wouldn't be happening anytime soon as you waited like a fool in the facny restaurant you didn't even want to go to.
Waiting was one thing, him not telling you and leaving you there for hours on end was something different entirely.
"I'm coming for you both if I find out you both are lying—"
"He and Miss Hunter went to Elysium!" Luke finally admits as he fell trap on your glare.
You heard Kieran snicker muttering "Boss is so dead"
You left quickly with Mephisto's protest.
As you park your motorcycle, going in—Aislinn smiled mischievously
"You just missed them."
"What?"
"We both know what you're here for—or better yet who you're here for." Aislinn chuckled looking at you.
"Sorry though, no special menu's this time. Looks like it's reserved for someone else now."
"What do you mean—"
"You're smart. You can figure it out, they went south maybe you'll catch up to them."
Wasting no time you immediately went to the direction she gave you and there's where you saw them. Sylus was holding Miss Hunter near him as he patched up her wounds.
He quickly glanced over you but continued patching her up.
If he wasn't going to acknowledge you then you'll make him.
As you step over them—You stopped when he used his evol, his eyes giving you a sign.
To remember your place.
You and him was in the same situation, even in the same pose.
You felt yourself immedietly freeze when he touched her chin, you couldn't take it anymore as you used your evol to erase his hold on you.
Giving him a cold stare, you put your helmet on and started your engine.
You didn't look back this time.
｡‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡⋆ CALEB
Caleb was running four hours late on your anniversary date.
This was not him at all, with his all colonel duties tucked away; he's still organized and precise.
So where the hell is he?
Running on thin patience, you got out of the restaurant and immediately book the next train to skyhaven. His colleagues knew who you were—at first they mistook your for his childhood friend but you didn't pay it any mind, she was sweet and extremely important to him.
"Please I just need to see him for a few minutes and—you can even time me."
You said desperately to the poor lady in the lobby.
"Miss, as I said for the tenth time you need to have an appointment before you meet with the colonel"
You were getting frustrated—How difficult is it to see your boyfriend? You almost threw your hand up in the air when you overheard a conversation.
"Colonel Xia and the girl in his office are awfully close. Isn't he taken?"
"I could've sworn he is, In fact I've met his girlfriend awhile ago when she visited…they probably broke up?"
Fuck it.
As the pang on your stomach kept growing, so did your adrenaline—so you did what the most unnormal thing to do.
You booked it for the stairs.
"Miss? Miss! Somebody call security!"
For a paramilitary organization, going through their doors was scarily easily but finding out how easy it is to rob Farspace Fleet wasn't your goal so with your knees close to giving up and your heels almost separating, you pushed his office door open.
You didn't even know what to expect—but it was certainly not this.
Caleb was seated closely to another woman—MC it seems and he was obviously hiding something from her looking at his closed fist and both of their smiles so wide it can battle the plushie you won from a stupid arcade earlier this week.
The two was caught off-guard with the door opening and you see how Caleb met your eyes and immediately paled.
"Y/N—"
You couldn't be in the closed minimal space anymore as you stepped out, footsteps shuffling behind you. You cursed with the lack of access card in your hands when you realized you have to take the stairs again.
"Baby wait! Y/N please!"
Ignoring him you started going faster with each step you took as you almost slipped. You cursed and took off your heels which proved to be a fatal error because of his evol you found him standing right next to you.
"Baby, You didn't tell me you were coming—did something happen?"
"Did something happen? Do you even know what day is it?"
Caleb eyebrows furrowed as he checked his phone, you figured he saw the date and the calendar reminder you put a week ago.
"Fuck—Baby I'm sorry I've got the dates wrong..I'll make it up to you—"
"Caleb"
He flinched by the lack of endearment.
"I waited and looked stupid in that restaurant! I was worried! and then when I go here to check on you—you were here with another woman! I know I'm not as important as she is but all I'm asking is one day! We barely even spend time anymore—"
"You know how the situation is, I can't risk her safety—"
"But you can risk mine?"
"Come on, don't even go there."
You scoffed finally having enough.
"You know what, let's take a break.
"Baby please—"
You didn't let him finish as you exit the building, you walked to the front and you saw something near your chest. A tiny red laser was pointing to you and then—everything went black.
ⵉ߮ 𐄁᠇𐄁 ߮ᜢ VALKO
Working with metals wasn't easy, you practically can't even see where your callouses ends and where your skin begin.
That's why working with your boyfriend was heavensent.
With how he can easily manipulate metal, your job requires no effort at all, he practically does it for you even if you protest.
But one thing he doesn't know how to manipulate is time.
He was running 3 hours late, It was normal for him to run 15 minutes late but never this late.
You sighed as you looked at your gift.
You were working on this secretly, he always gave you flowers so you decide this was the time to give him his. This was no easy feat—it took you months of trials and errors and even ending up with burns that made you flinch everytime you put pressure on your fingers.
Still Valko was worth every effort.
You tap on your phone killing time, when a chat from your bestfriend caught your attention.
"Hey aren't you on a date with Valko?"
"Supposed to be why?"
"Well can you explain why he's here with a woman that does not look like you?"
Before you can even respond she sent you a picture.
It was Valko and a hunter you haven't met—which was strange as you've probably met his great great great cousin.
You tapped as you replied "Probably a cousin?"
"Girl I don't know what cousin you have but mine are not this close."
You read as she sent another picture, this time with his arms wrapped around her—You immediately shut your phone, as you shot your eye ignoring the pain you felt.
You sighed, she probably was more gentle than you. Where you bear yourself with calloused fingers she probably had none.
You look at your creation one last time before you threw it in the trash.
A/N: PHEEEEEEEEEW overdid myself w this one i admit,,,,,thanks so much for all the love with the last three! u guys r so sweet! part 2's would probably contain all of them in one post! stay tuned!
likes n reblogs r appreciated
The Sun God had never been in love. Until he saw a lovely nymph, whose beauty made his heart race with a feeling impossible to capture in the sweetest words. Until he was struck by Cupid's arrow of love, sending his mind spiralling into an obsessive lust. Until he decided to... soothe you a bit, like a true, filthy scum. But well, Satoru Gojo was truly just a man in maddening love!
included in tales, myths, romances
˖𖤓 ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Apollo!Gojo Satoru x Nymph!Reader ꒱
˖𖤓 ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18 + :: Greek Mythology AU :: half mythologically accurate :: MY WIFE FEMJO MENTIONED :: yandere Gojo Satoru :: obsessiveness :: possessiveness :: virgin reader :: masturbation :: strong reader :: she's also meannn :: Satoru is a SCUM in love :: drugging (with aprodisiac) :: lose of virginity :: Suguru is a scum too :: we're fucking on the beach :: posessive sex :: breeding :: mating press :: oral sex :: pussydrunk Satoru ꒱
˖𖤓 ݁˖ words: ꒰ 11.4k ꒱
˖𖤓 ݁˖ notes: I need to learn how to write short fics, because it was supposed to be 6k. Anyway, it is half-mythologically accurate, as I, of course, added a few changes. There's not much said in mythology about Daphne's (nymph's) character, so I played with it a bit. Enjoy!
The common truth seemed to be that Apollo had been stricken by the wicked arrow of love by Cupid himself.
During the fight of sorts, Apollo, always so proud and pugnacious, killed the serpent Python. He slew him with a thousand arrows as the beast wrought devastation across the lush lands of mankind.
And so the God defeated it grandly, with his handsome cheeks and eyes kissed by the Mother Sea itself, shining majestically beneath the golden rays of the Mediterranean sun.
The end of the story it could be, yet the God of Music and Poetry and Sun, to put it bluntly, did not know how to shush a cheeky mouth of his that boasted round and round.
One day, flushed with foolish pride, he saw a God of Love, Eros, bending his bow, arrow drawn taut. A boy of young age who seemed too sweet not to tease, and as Apollo was known for his wicked, playful mind, he poked the little divinity with a laugh.
A laugh it was supposed to be, yet he went too far.
He joked a few too many times, laughing at how Eros shouldn't handle a weapon reserved only for the truest men. After all, who killed the serpent Python if not Apollo himself?
He had every right to be arrogant, yet the Gods and Goddesses couldn't stand the wicked smirk and unwavering haughtiness that always clouded his mind. He was beautiful and sleek, yet no one on Olympus's peak could ever match his arrogance and boldness.
Apollo was powerful, yet Eros was unkind. After he poked and played and had his fun, Apollo left Eros alone in the forest, giving him no mind. He didn't know, however, that the God of Love would prove far more wicked than he had thought.
As with his hurt pride, Eros plucked a few creamy feathers from his wings and prepared two arrows. They were completely different, one creating love, the other banishing it entirely. A savage decision, truly, yet how could a prideful man of Eros's sort leave Apollo without the fruit of his wrath?
So he drew the arrow of love and shot it right through his bones. Letting it seep deep and gravely, spreading the lustful obsession of the most wicked charm. The utterly deadly one, making one obsessed and wretched over the darling of their desires.
Usually, his arrows were meant to strike those who wished to be deeply in love. Yet, as the rage was ravaging Eros's mind, he decided to make Apollo the most obsessed yet unhappy man in the entire world.
As for the other one, meant to banish the love, he shot at the daughter of the River's God.
The most beautiful nymph of all, with a face carved by the waves themselves. A chin utterly kind and cheeks wholly sweet, as eyes carried a gentleness of petals' peppered kisses. A wild birdie she was, basking carefree beneath the searing sun, as she lay and drank and danced without giving a mind to no mankind nor other little divinities. Nothing plagued her cheeky mind, and no worry could ever haunt her velvety forehead.
After all, she was the River God's most precious child, and he allowed her everything, guided by a parent's blissful love.
Her giggle bloomed in the nearby trees, and tender gaze lit the powdery midnight sky. A true beauty of utterly rare sight, so impossible it seemed too not be caught in Apollo's sight!
The God of Sun and Music and Poetry had never been in love. He enjoyed the bodily pleasures rather often, yet had never come upon a thing so deadly and wicked called love.
He knew that Gods and mortals joyed in it with the passion seething in their blood – for there were Hades and his Persephone, Aphrodite and Ares, even Orpheus and Eurydice, too, although it seemed that love of humankind was of a rather cruel sort.
Apollo, or, well, Satoru Gojo, as his true name was, never gave it much thought. The Goddesses and Gods were utterly beautiful, true, yet none of them had ever made his heart race with the swell and tenderness that all the poets wrote of.
He had never felt this tickling pinch his spine, nor the sudden blissful pain puncturing through his heart. No lover had ever bewitched his soul in an almost maddening way, and so he thought that the thing called love was simply not a part of his fate. Even if, that was rather fine too.
And yet… the serpents of fate are wicked.
Another summer evening it was, while Dionysus threw a joyous party as Gods usually liked to do. With wine spilling all over the golden cups and jolly laughter swirling through the tall grasses of the midnight land.
Gods there were of all sorts – trees and rivers and plants, each with loveliest offspring too, joined the grand feast.
It happened thirty moons or so before Eros shot Satoru with an arrow of maddening love. One evening, when the God who devoted his mind to no one set his eyes on… you.
A Goddess? Dearests, no.
As if you were the Goddess, he would fear that Aphrodite, driven by jealousy, would quickly pluck your eyes out. For the moment you entered the banquet held on the hidden beach, where waves rolled in deep foams, and moonlight spilt its cold kisses onto the heavy stones, Satoru needed to hold his breath.
This feeling, which he had read – written – about so often, suddenly bloomed in the swells of his heart. His hand flew towards his chest, crumpling the ivory tunic that covered the sizzling skin. His mind was struck, as if by a trickery spell, making him lose interest in the men and women chirping by his side.
The lyre in his hands felt heavy as he plucked the crystal strings, producing an unpleasant tone. But how could he not, if his eyes were devouring a beauty he'd never seen before?
And that evening, he followed you like a lost pup. With an ocean gaze lingering longer on the swells of your body, wrapped in a flimsy dress, and on your sweet cheeks, giggling foxily as the salty breeze smooched them. The flicker of the candles peppering long tables cast a lovely flame upon your skin, basking it in gold and warmth, as he imagined licking it clean.
Satoru Gojo was a poet too. A God of Poetry, after all, yet his mind was miserably empty whenever he tried to put your beauty into words. No one had ever shone brighter than you, and no giggle forced this weird, foreign feeling to seep through the marrow of his ribcage.
He was always responsible for the music and jolly, while his dearest friend Dionysus spilt the wine into guests' cups. The merry atmosphere tickled him in a pleasant way, and the mere thought of going back to one of his temples with a few little birdies forced a cheeky smile upon his brazen lips.
The women, Goddesses, and little divinities who didn't wish to be smooched by Satoru's muscular arms were indeed few. Yet the nymph who bewitched his mind in the utmost wretched way didn't bestow him with lovely eyes even once.
Dionysus noticed Apollo's frown crumbling, so he jumped to his side with a whisper, "Hm, isn't she your type, my dearest God?"
Satoru glanced at the slyness on Suguru's lips and bit the inside of his soft cheek. "That's the problem. And yet it seems I'm not quite hers."
Suguru pushed a raven lock of his hair back behind his ear, and lavender eyes oogled your giggling body with a slight grin. "Do you wish me to give her a bit of my special wine?"
The special wine was simply spiked with an aphrodisiac. Some Gods loved to use it to heighten their own sexual pleasure, while others too… made the object of their desires a bit mellow. A bit more balmy and sweet, and so Satoru already imagined your body melting beneath his fingers as he held it dearly within his delicate grasp.
Feeding you the special wine would be easy. And yet, Satoru didn't wish to be a bastard.
"Oh, but you are," Suguru chuckled, sensing the thought in his friend's mind. "I don't think there's any God more selfish than you."
Satoru knew it was the truth, for his character was rather… oh well… let's simply say he wasn't known to be the kindest and most lovable pick among the women. The most beautiful one? Surely. The best in offering sexual pleasures? Indeed. Yet he was the most arrogant bastard on the Mountain's peak, and every creature living beneath the Midetarrean sun knew of it far and well.
You most likely knew it too, so that's why the stars bouncing off your eyes did not look his way even for a second.
His head fell against Suguru's shoulder, the heavy wine coating his tongue with a sweet taste. His mind buzzed with a clash of drunken and desperate thoughts, a pulsing desire already flowing like liquid through his veins.
"I want to approach her in a nice way," he muttered, feeling Suguru's body tremble with wicked laughter.
"You can only dream, my God. She had rejected all attempts to woo her. The men and the Gods were rebuffed before they could grasp the weight of her eyes," Suguru hummed, feeling Satoru's head suddenly grow heavy on his shoulder.
"Is it her father's fault?"
Suguru shook his head. "The River God wishes for nothing more than to see his grandchildren's blooming cheeks. It's she who sniffs at all her suitors. After all, she is a virgin huntress, bound by Artemis's chastity laws." Satoru's head grew heavier. "You'd better forget about her, my God."
But how could he! His heart raced for no one but her. And even if she was a virgin beauty, Satoru didn't mind it at all, for he truly believed in the power of his charming soul. The arrogant confidence of the Sun God was truly impossible to dim!
And so that evening, Apollo decided to fulfil your father's deepest wish and become a man worthy of his daughter's hand. The one who would turn the virgin huntress into his most delicate, lovely petal.
At first, he began strolling around the meadows you usually spent your time in. Where the river curved and bent like a serpent's snake, and crystal droplets smooched your body, immersing you deep. You often sat with other sisters, and Satoru would approach you all with his foxed smile, dripping with a few sweetish words about your utter charm.
The other nymphs giggled, blushing gently at the lyricism spilling from his lips, as if the words of the most passionate, heart-throbbing kind were meant for them indeed. They looked at your unfazed face with a sly smile, knowing that their sister would reject Apollo's advances as she did with all her other suitors.
The Sun God knelt on the riverbank, looking down at your naked body hidden beneath the water's gentle swells. He could see nothing but the swell of your breasts, with perked nipples smooched by the river's kisses. You were meant to stay a virgin, true, but no one said you couldn't use the charms of yours to make the men spill miserably right beneath your feet.
So you glanced, for the first time, at God's idyllic face and waved your hand with a soft sigh. "I don't need your courtship, my God. There's nothing you can say that will force my mind to change. And to answer the question you most anticipate – no, I won't marry you."
Other suitors would back away instantly, feeling the intimidating air your glance carried across the lush plains. Your head tilted wickedly, lips curving into a playful beam, as if you knew the wretched state you always left them in.
Because a man's nature was to challenge his luck. Who didn't think that maybe their fate would be to change the virgin's mind? As all of them thought of you as the gentle, timid petal, not knowing that the virgin huntress was indeed a true beast hidden beneath the loveliest female cheeks!
But the Apollo, of course, couldn't be more turned on by your harsh rejection. The truth was that he almost didn't hear a word. No, instead he focused on the way your lips curved into a tricky smile. How crystalline droplets clung to your half-dipped breasts, with liquid sun spilling all over your warm skin. He traced them one by one, dripping from the damp hair and down the chest. His eyes seemed to be enamoured by your heavy gaze, slightly squinted and teasing, as if you already knew that your rejection would pinch his wretched heart.
And so a truthful, "My Goddess, you're ethereally beautiful with this wrath-wrinkle of yours," fell with his deep, obsessed sigh.
The nymphs gasped, covering their lips with gentle hands. Their mingling eyes glanced between your squinted gaze and the God's wretched sigh, as they awaited how this concern would unfold.
"I'm not a Goddess, and I don't need your praise," you said, your voice dripping with disinterest. "Find yourself another muse, my God. There's no need to waste your precious time on a simple nymph."
You bounced off the river's edge and swam to the other one, where the Sun God knelt. With the golden halo smooching his pale cheeks and ivory tunic crumpling on muscular shoulders. Feet clad in long, serpent sandals, golden laurel laying high on frosted head.
You've seen men of his sort, yet he was the first to look down on you with such a wretched gaze. Like a doomed lover, trapped in a circle of unrequited love, as if his heart had never swelled for any beauty but your gentlest soul.
He watched you carefully as you swam his way, unhurriedly, slowly. Water flowed over your body in soft waves, and warm wind shook the sole strings of your hair as it fell.
Your arms rested on the lush grass as you looked up at him through a curtain of wet lashes. "My God, I think it's time for you to go."
Satoru smiled – foxily, slyly, yet truthfully – before his hand reached out to cup your lovely cheek. You quickly pulled back, letting the tips of his fingers only catch a whisper of your soft lips.
His head tilted, a few creamy strands falling loosely over his straight brows. "I don't wish to hurt you, my Goddess." He grabbed the hem of his tunic. "I simply hope you'll grant me a chance."
He was kneeling, propping himself on his toes, as his fingers itched to grab a single lock of yours.
"I won't. I pledged Artemis my virginity. I'm a huntress, not your silly muse. Leave this place, or you'll taste the blood of my arrows."
And these words had indeed been bold, as all three realms of this world knew that no man had been more skilful in archery than Apollo himself.
If anyone else had spoken them in such a daring manner, the wrath of Apollo would bring painful consequences.
Yet when he heard it in this lovely yet viper-like tone of yours, a shiver ran down his spine. His hair stood on end as if electrified, and an ethereal aura smouldering around his figure suddenly intensified.
He wasn't afraid, oh surely no.
But rather, the swelling enamour, pinching his fingertips, washed over his heart. Your wicked personality wasn't an issue of any sort, but rather made the Sun God burn with an unexplainable desire. Heat that seeped down to his loins as he took a whistling breath.
"My Goddess, do you know who you're threatening to?"
You knew, of course, yet the urge to play with his boastful ego suddenly proved stronger than the choice to simply leave him be. You've met men like him before – too proud, too arrogant, the ones who'd never heard the word no. Yet of all you'd rejected, Apollo – Satoru Gojo – was the worst of all.
He was the Sun God, after all, who took satisfaction in the fact that the world, indeed, revolved around him. A personification of vanity and smugness, surpassing even Narcissus's pompous pride.
He knew what spell his wicked beauty cast over the nymph's petal cheeks. He knew the virgin maiden would fall for him most pitiably, needing only a single glance from his lustful eyes. His touch was soft, and his hands roamed over the women's tender bodies in the most loving way, yet never leaving them with the true tenderness that should fill his heart.
Satoru Gojo was a simple scum you wished to have nothing to do with. A cheeky smile tugged at your lips as you rested your arms on the river's edge and lifted half your body out of the water.
He didn't try to hide the ocean gaze, immediately snapping down towards your perked nipples, with crystal droplets dripping down the lush glass. Your head tilted, eyes turning kitty-like, as the blessed kisses of sunshine, of his sun, peppered your wet cheeks.
"To just yet another miserable man," fell almost mockingly, prompting a sudden movement around his hips. You've noticed it, and so you turned your lips into a disgusted grimace. "Go away, my God, and know my mercy. I won't be that nice next time."
You fully lifted yourself from the water, standing next to his kneeling body, naked. His gaze followed up your thighs, the mound of your pussy, the plush of your belly, tracing every crystalline line carving into your body. When it finally met your eyes, his throat bobbed.
"My Goddess, you're truly underestimating my feelings for you."
A scoff slipped past your lips as your eyes rolled. "For the God of Poetry, I expected more flowery words."
And so, ignoring whether he wished to say anything next, you simply passed him by. Going deeper into the woods, leaving the Sun God with nothing but the lingering fragrance of your blooming skin in the air, and the painfully, wickedly wretched pleasure bubbling in his loins.
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You truly thought that he would give up.
That the Sun God, like any other man, wouldn't wish to pursue a woman who looked at him with nothing but a deep scowl between her beautiful brows.
And yet, for the next thirty moons, he always seemed to be there. Somewhere around, following you like a shadow, with eyes and lips and mind always speaking loudly, giving you neither peace nor serenity among the quiet fields of your home.
Whenever you went hunting, his arrows sliced through the air faster than yours, striking the animals and beasts with power that crumbled the heavens themselves, and a gasp always slipped past your lips.
Quiet, voiceless, yet somehow leaving you speechless upon seeing the strength the Sun God possessed.
He found you every single day, appearing like a spectre by the riverbank, a bow slung over his muscular shoulder, gold and softly feathered, mingling beneath the rising sun.
"Where are we going today, my Goddess?" He jumped to your side with a smile, immediately sniffing the fresh, flowery scent that clung to your sparkling hair.
You gave him no mind, simply following deeper into the warm, moist woods. The sun was barely high, and so you watched the trees wake from the slumber's tight arms.
"I'm going for breakfast, and you can do whatever you want."
Yet you knew that no matter how mundane your day was, Satoru Gojo would follow you nonstop. Just to steal a glance at your lips as you wrapped them around the orange's sweetest juice, the sugary stickiness dripping down your blooming cheeks. To watch the way your back bent whenever you drew yet another deadly arrow. How muscles beneath your flimsy tunic worked, and the sweat bubbled at the back of your neck as he traced it with a hungry gaze.
A few weeks had to pass before you started to tolerate his daily company.
He still acted bold and proud, often boasting like a peacock right in front of your irritated eyes, yet tried to keep his hands away, even though you'd noticed how his fingers curled whenever your tunic brushed their tips.
But then one day… something had changed.
You didn't know what, but well, he did.
Eros's wicked arrow had struck his bones, making his gut leak with maddening love. He was aware of the wretched ache in his heart, yet only after being struck by a love-spell of sorts did something beastly unlock in his mind.
As for the arrow meant to banish love, Eros shot it towards Apollo's dearest one. As all the Gods on Olympus already knew of his wretched state, Eros played his dirty trick, ensuring that the sweetest nymph would never glance at Apollo again.
But… well. A man in such haunting love is truly a hellish creature himself.
When the love-bound arrow struck his back, he took it with a wicked pleasure. Yet, when he saw another one flying boldly towards the curve of yours, he grabbed it swiftly, before the leaking peak could ever brush your skin.
It was a sudden movement as he stepped closer, his hand shooting toward something over your shoulder.
It happened yet another day, as you both walked the serpentine paths through his temple's lush garden. There's a little cove I wish to show you. How about a quick dip? After spending a month in his presence, you sighed and nodded, as nothing gave you more wicked pleasure than seeing him lose his mind at the sight of your naked body in fresh mountain waters.
And so, while your tunic fell to the ground and a warm wind brushed your hair with a soft tickle, he suddenly stepped closer.
Too close. Before a sudden crack of splintering wood sounded behind you, he drew an arrow, his long fingers clenching it.
"What is it?" you furrowed, looking at the long wooden arrow crushed in his strong grip.
He threw it to the side, taking the ivory tunic off his body. "Nothing, probably someone's lost arrow. Give it no mind."
But how could you, when something deep in your chest panged? You were a huntress, after all, so how could you not notice an arrow slashing at your side? There was never a moment when you would let your guard down, and yet, being in Satoru's presence somehow pulled a blissful laziness to seep into your mind.
He was always there – looking, watching, carefully observing each of your moves. Swooshing away a few men who dared to approach your side while he kept his eyes on you for too long.
To tear their limbs apart and unleash plagues across their lands with a single arrow. Something… you didn't know about, since there was no need to trouble your sweet mind. To reveal a sinister side of him that would shatter the gradually improving image you held of him.
His mind was already wicked. Heart wrenched by the pull of love so strong that it seeped into him from the inside. So the moment the love arrow struck his back, the feelings he had tried to keep within his heart suddenly burst with brutish, uncontrollable force.
He simply needed to make you his.
So you hummed softly, taking the first step into the little cove, with water slipping in from the nearby sea. A crisp chill hugged your limbs as you took a deep breath.
He watched you with a smile before dipping into the water too. "Rather good, isn't it?"
You nodded, leaning your arms over one of the sizzling stones. "Mhm."
Your bashful eyes roved over his ethereal body, lingering a moment longer on the broad, muscular back and meaty thighs. A warmth seeped through your loins, so you quickly looked away.
But he saw it. Of course he did, and so his body drifted a little closer, just to feel the saltiness wrapping your skin. Your hair fell loosely over your wet shoulder, and warmth crept up your soft neck.
The slight ache from the morning's hunt still pinched your muscles, so you turned to him again, only to see that he had suddenly come far too close.
A soft cough escaped your throat as you pressed yourself closer to the stone. "Could you, hm, give me a quick massage, my God?"
Satoru chuckled. "A massage? Is that how you wish to use the powerful Sun God?"
A scoff slipped past your lips as you turned back and rested your cheek against the warm stone. With eyes slightly lidded, you knew he, anyway, would give you whatever you wanted.
"Is there anything else you're good for?" A cheeky question slipped past your lips, followed by a low sigh.
He stood mere millimetres from your arched back, and the heat radiating from his body was smouldering your drenched skin. Long, thick fingers settled gently on your shoulders before he began pressing the muscles. Your body melted beneath his strong touch, and your mind went all fuzzy – nothing but soft moans and sighs would fill the little, hidden cove.
"I'm sure you can find a few things you could make good use of," his voice dripped with seduction, tickling your hair-covered cheeks.
A tsk fell past your lips. "You have only filth in your mind."
Well, how could he not? When your back arched so deliciously, with water hugging solely your slightly dipped hips? He could see the swell of your ass almost brushing his thighs, and if he took a little step forward, the tip of his leaking cock would surely brush your skin.
It was a blessing that you lay pressed to the stone in a blissfully unaware state, not knowing that the Sun God was going through pure torture right behind your back. With the fat, long cock sticking to his abdomen, little pearls of precum dripping down the veiny curve.
"You make me act filthy, my Goddess."
A month ago, you would have smacked his cheek and left him be. But now, with his fingers digging deep into the muscles of your back, a lovely laugh slipped past your lips.
"It's a pity I'm a wretched virgin, hm?" You straightened your spine, as if trying to give him a better view. "My God, you truly have extraordinary restraint."
Oh, how he loved this cheeky side of yours. The pure filth spilling from your virgin lips, eyes taking on a nasty look whenever you caught him staring at your nipples peeking through the tunic. The way you always undressed yourself in front of him without blushing like a birdie, taking full pleasure in the fact that he couldn't touch you as he wished.
Who said that a virgin should be timid and cowardly? If you could keep your chastity while still enjoying the wretched state you put men in?
And which God would be more fun to tease than the one who slipped through numerous affairs?
Satoru hummed, pressing your back a little harder. Slipping lower, and lower, through your ribcage and waist, rolling the little dimples just above your hips. "Have I? I'm afraid this restraint might one day snap."
A shudder ran down your spine as you tried to keep your head steady. Your bow lay still on the river's bank, and if he tried to misbehave even a bit, you would simply shoot him clean.
And yet, your hips rolled, as if trying to chase the pleasure his touch gave. "I'll be there when it happens." You looked over your shoulder, not missing the squint he gave you… "And I'll make sure to bring you to your senses," …and the reddened tip sticking to his hips. "I think you might wish to take care of it. Maybe with one of your muses?"
Or whores, as you actually wanted to say.
His cock trembled as you looked at it, and Satoru could only chuckle. Nastily, mischievously, with the fingers pulling your hips a bit closer. Yet not close enough for your wet pussy to feel the meaty shaft graze her lips.
"You are my muse, Goddess," he leaned closer, his warm breath brushing your cheeks. "Do you wish to hear the poems I've written about you?"
The sizzling sun licked your spine, eyes followed as his plush lips leaned to your ear. "Are they as filthy as your mind?"
He nodded, fingers slipping down towards the swell of your hips. Rolling deep circles, loosening the tightness in your muscles. "How could they not?" Snowy hair almost tickled your ear. "Who do you think I pleasure myself to? You may be a virgin, my Goddess, but I have my needs too."
With a sudden movement, he flipped you over, pressing your back to the warm stone. His thick cock stuck to the white trail of his abdomen, yet still not touching your dripping cunt.
You may've pledged chastity, yet you couldn't control your body's simple needs.
"You can't do anything to me," you said, yet something in your voice quivered.
His head tilted wickedly, and his eyes shone as he gripped the fat shaft. "But you can watch, hm?" A thumb swirled over the pearly tip, smearing the sticky cum over the reddened head. "Or is it also against your chastity?"
Maybe it was. Yet your head shook as back pressed closer to the stone. The water swelled over your hips, leaving your breasts bare to his starving gaze.
"Hm, thought so." His fingers slipped to your cheek, brushing a few wet locks away. "My Goddess, you truly are a wicked creature."
Pleasure, distress, haunting desire clashed with each other in your mind, yet your body froze in place. Lips fell only slightly open, eyes bulging like porcelain plates, seeing the fatness he gripped. Leaking with creamy droplets of precum, soaking his long fingers and veiny thickness.
Saying he was large would be an understatement.
Something in your belly squeezed, imagining his bulging head hit the deepest–
"Stop," the word slipped out in a shudder as you turned your head away. With warm cheeks and a trembling lip, as if the Sun God's look of himself pleasuring himself solely on your blooming face were against every pledge you had made. "Go and find one of your filthy muses."
Satoru chuckled before his fingers pinched your chin, turning your head back. He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing yours. "I can't think of anyone but you, my Goddess. Look what a wretched man I am because of you." His thumb brushed your lower lip, then slipped boldly onto your tongue. "Do you truly wish to put your Sun God through such a tor–"
Yet before he could finish, your hand met his cheek. A slap bounced off the water, turning his face left. To bring it back to face your wrath, you slapped it again.
His creamy face bloomed like the softest rose, and a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine. Excitement pinched his heart as fingers clenched around the fat shaft with a low, groany moan.
He bit the inside of his cheek, looking down at your face, burning with rage. "Slap me again, my Goddess, and I'll make you arch that pretty ass of yours for me again."
You didn't know where this sudden change had come from, yet the man standing in front of you was not the one who had pestered you for the past thirty moons.
No, as Satoru Gojo, who now stood mere millimetres from your body, with his musky scent clouding you tight and his fat cock trembling at the sheer look of yours – look much, much madder.
Wretched, obsessed, with the flame dancing behind his watery eyes and a wicked smile tugging at his rosy lips
Another shiver ran down your spine when he started pumping his shaft faster. Smearing the creamy cum all over the bulging veins, throwing his head back yet still following the gentle rise of your trembling breasts.
The rage bubbled beneath your heart, and a tiny thread of heat smouldered on your cheeks. He leaned a bit closer, and closer, and closer, until his forehead rested against your shoulder. He didn't touch you in any other way, yet the sole impact left you breathless.
"My Goddess, you smell so good," he took a deep breath close to your neck, letting another groan escape his lips. "So delicious, ah, I can only imagine how sweet the scent is down there."
A shuddered breath escaped your tightened throat, feeling his muscular, massive body looming over yours like a deathly threat. Long fingers pumped his cock faster, breathless moans hit your drenched skin, before he finally stilled.
With the gentle, petal kiss upon your shoulder and his cheek nuzzling against your skin.
Something warm spilt over your belly. And you didn't need to look down to know what it would be.
"You're disgusting," fell in pure wrath, as you pushed him away. "Nothing but filthy scum. I hope this satisfied your hunger, because the next time I see you, my God, not even your wicked arrows will be able to save you from my rage."
You left the water with a shuddering, vexing tremor washing over your spine, and this little, agonisingly rubbing feeling that spilt hotly all over your mind.
Satoru followed your body with a slick smile, the saltiness of your skin still tasting heavy on his lips.
The Sun God was of a cunning nature. Wicked and wrathful, always doing things one way. His way.
Three weeks had passed before he had a chance to see you again.
His heart heaved in agony as he couldn't find you anywhere. As always, he came at the first break of day to join you on the morning hunt, but you simply weren't there. Waiting for him with a scowl, yet still giggling at all his foolish jokes and accepting a bit of help.
He was waiting by the river's bank from morning till night, yet you hadn't appeared even once. As if the waves themselves had trapped you beneath the surface.
He asked around – the nymphs, the Goddesses, the plains – yet everyone said they hadn't seen you for days. Or maybe they simply lied to him, as you couldn't simply disappear.
And so for the next three weeks, he walked through the lands like a shadow. He barely enjoyed anyone's company, sitting in his temple only to get drunk on the sweetest wine, letting his creamy skin be scorched beneath his own, merciless sun. A shadow of a man he was, as his heart simply couldn't bear the separation you imposed with such anger.
After two weeks, he met his twin sister, Artemis, to whom you pledged your chastity. He loved his sister dearly and knew her like the back of his hand. Thus, with a single glance, he could tell she knew everything that had happened between the two of you.
And based on her furrowed forehead and tsk that fell when she saw his grinning face entering her temple – she wasn't happy.
"I won't tell you where she is," she murmured, brushing her long, creamy hair aside as she enjoyed the warm kisses in the sun.
She lay on the sofa by her pool, with nothing but a long tunic gently wrapped around her body. Satoru hung over her wrinkled forehead and pressed a finger to satin skin. "My sister, such a beautiful woman you are, and yet you always seem so angry."
Shihori smacked his hand, glancing up at his brother with the same blue eyes. "Because you always make me angry, fool."
Satoru lifted her legs and rested them on his thighs as he joined her on the sofa. "Tell me where she is."
Shihori couldn't care less about her brother's wicked wish, so she shook her head. "You know she pledged her virginity, hm?"
Satoru hummed, playing with the long tunic as he brushed his sister's ankles. "I do."
"So you also must know what will happen if she breaks her vow?"
Of course he knew. That's why he came here.
"What if I told you I love her?" he asked, drawing his sister's attention. "I want to make her my wife. Give her to me, and I promise I will be in your debt forever."
Shihori propped herself up on elbows, letting long white hair brush her rosy cheeks. She was as beautiful as her younger brother – by a minute only. Possessing the same archery skill and a power that trembled the heavens.
With a slim chin and wicked eyes, matching the proudish smile. Strong and bold, with neatly carved muscles bulging beneath her satin skin and an authoritative tone that always made Satoru slightly squirm. But she was his older sister, after all, so how could he not feel the utter love and respect for the same blood?
"And why would I do that?" Shihori lifted her straight brow. "Why would I change my rules for this little nymph?"
"Because you love me," Satoru grinned. "And I suppose it would be rather proper to remind you that enjoying women's company also counts as losing one's virginity. My dearest virgin-goddess sister."
Shihori squinted, kicking his side with her foot. "Whatever I do with my nymphs is none of your business."
Satoru grabbed her ankle before biting her big toe, just as he used to tease her when they were children.
"I suppose some Gods would be interested in how the protector of young women and their virginity fucks with her dearest followers," he chuckled as she kicked him again. "You're no better than me, my sister. The same scum-blood runs in our veins. So let me have her, and I won't say a word."
Shihori glared at him. Morality and the need to give her little brother everything were clearly at war in her mind before she waved her hand and lay back down.
"Fine, I won't punish her. Just don't do anything stupid," she laughed, feeling Satoru's sweet kiss on her cheek. "She'll join another feast in a week. Just wait for her there. Oh, and bring me some of this Suguru's special wine."
Satoru tilted his head, another wicked grin already tugging at his lips. He knew his sister wasn't the saint everyone took her for, yet he had no idea how coy she was.
"And what do you need an aphrodisiac-spiked wine for?"
She opened one eye, shooting a set of daggers straight at his heart. But before another bark could pass her plush lips, Satoru chuckled once again. "Ah, what was this rumour, hm…" His eyes gleamed with a foul grin.
"What rumour?" Shihori asked through her teeth, yet the rosy warmth hit her cheeks.
Satoru stood up from the sofa, giving his muscular back a long, groany stretch. He scratched his chin before looking over his shoulder towards his sister. Oh, her anger only fueled his playful mind.
"Nothing, just that our dearest stepmother has been surprisingly benevolent lately," he observed, another wave of warmth wrapping around her neck. "I suppose it's because Hera truly enjoys the company of her stepdaughter. I wonder what makes her so happy that even Zeus no longer gets scolded for all his affairs."
Shihori slipped a pillow from beneath her head and threw it at his head. "Go out, before I change my mind!"
And so he left, with a crackling chuckle bouncing off the temple's walls and his older sister burning from embarrassment.
Yet now, with his sister's blessing, there was nothing that could stop him from pursuing your love.
And so he knew that the next time you met, he would make you his, whether you liked it or not.
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The moon spilt coldly over the feast's heavy tables as the Gods and Goddesses gathered around the flickering candles. The night was warm, as the summer breeze tickled the cheerful cheeks of the giggling nymphs, who listened to Satoru playing soft harp tunes.
An ivory tunic, as always, fell down his muscular shoulders, as the moon spilt dripping kisses on the lightened side of his face.
Finger played softly through the harp's gentle strings, yet lingered on your laughing cheeks. Something panged deep in his chest at how carefree you were with other divinities. You sipped your wine without giving Satoru much thought, as if you hadn't disappeared from Earth for the past three weeks.
Your laugh sliced sweetly through the air, tickling his ears. He desperately tried to force eye contact, yet you gave him nothing but the lovely side of your cheek.
An irritated tsk escaped his lips, an unpleasant anger bubbling deep in his chest. A few Gods approached you with a smile, forcing another wave of rage to wash over Satoru's spine.
Before he could step in, seeing how you slowly warmed yourself to some small God's side, a low, chuckling whistle slashed through the air.
"It seems like things didn't work your way," Suguru said, brushing Satoru's arm with his. "What? She rejected you?"
Satoru sighed, rolling his tense shoulders. "She's just a little nervous."
Suguru squinted his lavender eyes, clearly dissatisfied with such a roundabout answer. Raven hair tickled Satoru's cheek as he tilted his head. Satoru rarely saw his friend concerned with anyone but him, yet his forehead furrowed with a gentle wrinkle.
"Give her some of this wine," Satoru mumbled.
Suguru drew in a long breath, shooting his head towards Satoru. "But you said–"
He started, but Satoru quickly added. "I know what I said." He bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes squinting furiously. "Give her a little. Just to soothe her a bit."
Suguru chuckled, hitting his friend's back. "As you wish, my God."
"Ah, also, prepare a bit for Shihori."
Looking over his shoulder, Suguru rolled a laugh. "Your sister? What does she need it for?"
Satoru gestured with his chin towards the start of the table, where three of the brothers and their wives sat among the elite. With Persephone straddling Hades's hips, a quiet goddess wrapped around Poseidon's arm, and Hera… sitting utterly bored and giving Zeus's drunken laugh no mind.
Suguru followed his gaze before a devilish laugh escaped his throat. "Don't tell me she fucks with the queen mother herself?"
Satoru crossed his arms over his broad chest and let out a soft hum. Suguru tilted his head, admiring Hera's gentle cheeks. "Well, she's quite beautiful. No wonder she's stopped going crazy over Zeus's affairs lately."
Satoru watched as his friend took another pot of wine before rejoining the Gods. His golden tongue whispered the sweetest secrets, and the divinities laughed and blushed beneath Dionysus's soothing lines. After all, a God of Laughter, Wine and Theatre, he knew exactly how to play on people's minds.
You weren't an exception. As he approached and wrapped his arms around you and your friend, a gentle laugh made your eyes lift. Satoru bit the inside of his cheek, catching Suguru's sly glance, while his fingers clenched around your soft arm.
But still, he poured you another cup of the sweetest wine, watching you close as you took a sip. And another, another, another, before humming softly about how delicious it tastes.
A few minutes passed before something warm began to spill across your chest. A kind of fog clouded your mind – sweet and gentle, yet sizzling like the sun.
The nymph sitting right next to you grabbed your arm, looking at your hottish face with a furrow. "Hey, are you okay? Do you need some water?"
You drew in a sharp breath, feeling her cold skin against yours. Your head shook as a soft "I'm fine" barely passed your lips.
Excusing yourself, you rose from the chair and headed to a quieter part of the beach, where gentle waves lapped inside the small cove. Surrounded by the forest and shielded by tall trees, the spot offered a peaceful retreat. The salty breeze gently touched your cheeks, while your throat felt parched, and you scratched it with long nails.
The fog clouding your head was getting thicker, denser, spreading all over your body till the fingertips tingled with a pinching pleasure.
Something wet dripped down your inner thighs, and as you hid yourself behind a tree and slipped a hand beneath the long dress, you felt the stickiness coating your sizzling skin. But more so… the moment your finger brushed your swollen folds, a low bounce of the softly rolling waves.
"Fuck," slipped in a whisper, as you felt the burning pleasure fill your lower belly.
You looked around, seeing that neither mortal nor God peered into the little cove. The bay seemed completely private, with nothing but moonlight spilling onto the smooth sand and soft whispers rolling off the crystal waves.
You took a deep breath, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together. Just to feel a faint friction, yet too embarrassed to slip your finger up again.
You've never felt it before. This… sensation.
Pleasure.
Or maybe you did, yet your mind refused to accept that Apollo, or Satoru Gojo, was the only man who woke a dangerous flame deep in your chest.
Maybe you simply wished to forget about the warmth that boiled deep within your lower belly when his muscular body stood right in front of yours. The look on his handsome face, lost in utter pleasure, and his long fingers wrapped around his filthy cock.
You tried not to think of it again, as the moment the image of his shaft slipped again into your mind, another moany sigh rolled past your lips. Your pussy clenched around nothing, letting another batch of stickiness coat your thighs. Trickling down the skin, till you've noticed a little, wet drop landing on the sand.
"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck," you cried, feeling the burning sensation pinch your skin harder. Perking your nipples, softening your body, as if preparing you to accept the pleasure that needed to be spilt.
Bracing yourself against the stony wall, you took a few steps. On trembling legs, you felt the weakness slowly seep into your marrow. You walked slowly, trying to go deeper into the nearby forest, just to reach the river.
Somewhere safe.
You moved slowly, with wetness dripping down your legs and heavy breaths escaping your burning lungs. Your eyes were misty, nearly teary, as the feverish, floral heat enveloped your entire body.
Waves rolled past your bare feet, sandals long forgotten somewhere in the back. Your burning body couldn't bear the dress clinging to your skin, so you began to undress unconsciously.
One cloth after another, before falling down your knees, to crawl towards the river's banks.
"Do you need help, my Goddess?"
Someone's voice filled your balmy mind.
No, not someone's.
His.
Of the God whom you wished to see the last, as the sole fragrance of his skin pinched your senses in an utmost sinful way.
And, oh, he must've watched you now in such an embarrassing stance!
Kneeling with your sizzling body, you shed the sea-drenched dress behind you. The intense desire overwhelmed your reason as you presented yourself fully before his daring gaze.
"Go away," you barely breathed. "You can't see me in such a state."
But Satoru merely chuckled before you heard his heavy footsteps coming your way. Ocean eyes hummed at all the garments you'd left behind before settling on your clenched thighs and slightly arched back as you tried to crawl towards the nearest river.
He squinted, seeing the wetness dripping down your thighs and a gentle shimmer from your swollen pussy.
"My Goddess, it seems that you do feel unwell," He chuckled, taking another step your way. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Your head shook as you tried to crawl faster, only to get away from him as fast as you could. An attempt to stand up ended in a miserable fall onto the sand, drawing a soft giggle from Satoru's lips. He knelt by your side, brushing away a few strands of hair sticking to your cheeks.
"Oh my," he hummed, seeing the utter loveliness of your drugged face.
With cheeks sweet as fresh cherries and eyes softened by an alluring scowl. A gentle pout tugged at your lips as you unconsciously nuzzled against his skin. Another hand cupped your cheek as he held your face in a possessive grip. His big thumbs, tight yet delicate, brushed your skin.
"What is it, my Goddess?" He whispered, allowing a lenient sigh to spill past your lips. "What happened here, hm? Are you a bit too drunk?"
You nodded, thinking of nothing but the pleasant grip of his fingers.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were slowly giving in.
A miserable attempt to push him away ended solely with you even more pathetically landing on the soft sand. Your back hit it with a dull thud, as Satoru placed his fingers on your knees. Thumb rolled gently in circles, as if he knew how much pleasure your body took from each brush of his skin.
"Say it," he muttered, leaning closer. Plush lips brushed one of your knees, eyes never leaving your fogged face. "Say that you want me to help you, my Goddess. I know how to make you feel good."
Oh, and you knew too, which is why your knees tried to close again. But his grip was too strong, and he brutally forced them forward, folding you in half.
With your bare pussy dripping filthy onto the sand and perked nipples waiting to be softly brushed by his thumb.
The moonlight kissed his handsome, sharp side as he leaned in once again. To hang right over your face, observing with wicked pleasure the tears forming beneath your lids. As if he could see the fuzzy mess of your mind, with morality and a simple, human need drawing a brutal tight.
"I c-can't," you mumbled, feeling the heat drip down your tongue. It felt much heavier than before, barely touching your feverish roof. "Stop, I can't, the chastity–"
"Shhh," Satoru cooed, pressing your thighs to your chest. Till the swell of your ass glued off the drenched sand. "Artemis will forgive you."
His nose traced the plush of your cheek. Lips peppering your skin softly, leaving traces down your chin. His tongue swirled sweetly around one of your nipples, through the burning neck, perked breasts.
You wished to fight it – you truly did, yet a sugary moan slipped past your lips.
"No, she–ah!" you cried, as he softly bit your nipple.
"It's alright, my Goddess. Don't resist it," he murmured, with one hand feeling your breasts as his lips traced a path down your body. He gently bit, grazed, and nipped your skin before resting his cheek against your mound. "Allow me to take care of you. Just say you want it," he whispered, as his finger rolled your nipple, causing another cry to escape your lips.
"I'm a v-virgin, wait…" Your hand landed on Satoru's head, tugging softly on his hair.
Satoru groaned, feeling your gentle finger scratch his scalp. "I'll take good care of you. It won't hurt, I promise," he mumbled right into the drenched mound of your cunt, as the fragrance of sugary juices already hit his senses. "Fuck, my Goddess. Just let me have a taste. I won't put it in…" promise?
You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling his warm breath almost brush your core. Not quite, yet the mere sight of him, lying so handsomely between your thighs, was enough to force a nod.
A nod, which would never happen if your mind wasn't on the verge of spilling. If your body wasn't melting beneath his touch, thighs spreading even wider, just to open your cunt to his starving mouth.
It was utterly embarrassing, humiliating, mostly sinful act and yet… when his tongue finally licked the juices off your clit, a shuddering moan bounced off the cove's stones.
He didn't waste a time, pushing the drenched muscle right inside your spasming cunt. Slurping, ravishing on the waves of wetness that spilt from your hole in unnaturally large bursts. Droplet after droplet, trickling down his chin and landing softly on the sand.
"My Goddess, fuck, I knew you would taste so good," he slurred, letting your juices stick to his lips. "My sweetest love, mhm, I was waiting a month for you."
Your fingers clenched around his hair as you tried to slightly pull him back. "W-wait, that's–nghhh–too much, my God!"
Your body had always been much weaker than his, but now, with neediness running through your blood, it seemed impossible to do anything but allow yourself to be wrapped in his lips.
He took your hand, slipping it down your belly. Down to your clenching cunt, only to press your two fingers against the swollen clit.
"Do you feel it, my Goddess?" He chuckled, looking up at your warm cheeks. "Do you feel how wet you are? That's what you wanted to take away from me."
He directed your pads to press softly, pinchily, till another moan spilt past your lips. His tongue slurping on your tight core, fingers of one hand rolling your nipples. Squeezing the plush breasts, till a painful pleasure tickled your spine.
And the other hand…
"Wait!" You screamed, quickly catching his wrist. "N-no penetration… just…" Oh dearest, how embarrassing it was to say out loud! "… use your tongue. I can't lose my virginity."
My sweet foolish nymph, Satoru thought, before an innocent, "Of course, my Goddess," fell past his plush lips.
The waves and waves of ethereal pleasure washed over your spine as he devoured your sweet pussy with a starving need. Nose all glued with your juices, cheeks nastily squeezed by your trembling thighs, tongue working on your clit and hole, trying to stretch her as much as he could.
His creamy forehead furrowed with a wrinkle, brows tight, as you pushed a few soft strands of his hair away.
"My God, please t-take a breath," you cried, yet the spilling lustfulness seeped like a flame through your skin. "I'm–mhmm–t-there's something…" Before you could point at your lower belly, his hand pressed right there.
Squeezing your little pouch, as if trying to feel the slick, filthy cum splashing beneath your skin.
"You need to cum, my Goddess," he mumbled drunkenly, sucking on your plush clit. "But for that, I need to put my finger in."
You bit your lower lip, looking down at his wretched face.
His cheek nuzzled against your soft thigh, kissing the clit softly. "Please? Just a finger. I promise, it'll be fine."
Oh, he looked stunning. With those alluring eyes and innocent pout, as if aware that his angelic face alone was enough to make your head spin.
So you nodded, rather unconsciously, and watched him push one finger in.
"Oh," slipped moany at the new feeling. "Oh, my God, mhmm, i-it's–"
"Now you can cum for me," Satoru whispered, going back to sucking your clit.
He knew where your sweet spot was – how couldn't he? – so within a second, you started squirming beneath his grip.
One of his hands rested on your belly while the other was deep inside your tight, clenching walls. He kissed, brushed, and lightly peppered your most sensitive spot with his finger until your thighs finally clenched around his head.
Locking him in a tight, shuddering embrace as he drunkenly moaned over your spilling juices. With a single flick of his tongue, you melted beneath his maddening touch, squirting all over his cheeks, chin and nose, till the Sun God was left nothing but a wretched man, hugging nastily to your velvety skin.
Your head felt a bit less feverish, with the crimson fog finally clearing from in front of your eyes and fresh summer air finally filling your lungs.
For a mere second, you felt normal again.
Satoru still lay between your spread legs, kissing the slippery skin of your inner thighs softly.
"Welcome back, my Goddess," he muttered, licking the last juices dripping from your pussy.
You watched him with pure terror swirling behind your eyes. "I… this feeling…"
"Mmm," he hummed, softly biting a plush of your thigh. "Someone must've spiked your wine, my Goddess. Have you angered anyone recently?"
Oh, he was such a scum.
Your lovely brows furrowed, a drop of sweat slipping down your temple. "No, I… I don't know. There was…" you, wanted to slip, yet you bit down on your tongue.
Satoru pouted, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. "My Goddess, I vow to find that bastard and slash his throat," he whispered, kissing your thigh and moving upward, even biting gently into your calf. "But for now, brace yourself for another wave."
And true to his promise, the heat once more kissed your cheeks. It climbed up your neck, seeped into fingertips, curled beneath lower belly, and caused another slick to slide down your cunt.
A fogginess once again swirled in front of your eyes, and an anxiety bubbled somewhere deep in your tightened throat.
Satoru flipped you onto your belly, with a soft, "Shhh, it's fine, my Goddess. You'll be fine."
Gentle, wet kisses landed on your shivering spine, leaving hottish traces down the skin.
"What a-are you doing?" fell shuddered.
But you didn't catch his reply. Truly, you heard nothing at all but the swoosh of his tunic as it landed close to your sand-plastered face.
"My God–ah!" Slipped in a pitched moan, as something fat poked on your swollen pussy.
The heat was teasing, gently pinching your damp folds, rolling waves of intense pleasure whenever Satoru stirred your cunt. His fingers spread the heat in a soft hum, and something heavy, round, pressed against your tight entrance.
"My God, what–"
"My love," Satoru let out an utterly innocent whimper, as if trying to stifle the tears wracking beneath his lids. You couldn't see the devilish smile tugging at his lips, his face tightly pressed into the sand. "Allow me to make you feel good. I can make the pain go away, just let me…" His swollen head slipped in a little, forcing a shattered moan from your throat.
"Wait!" You tried to crawl away, but he pressed a hand between your shoulder blades. Keeping you tight in place, with his massive body fully resting on yours.
"It's okay, my love. It won't hurt, I promise," he hummed, another hand massaging the swell of your hips. Spreading your drenched folds a bit farther to see the tip of his cock getting sucked by your weeping cunt. "My Goddess, don't make her wait any longer. She's just wishing to get fucked, ahh."
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to stop your hips from slamming against his. As, dearest heavens, the way his sole head stretched your cunt brought an unparalleled, maddened pleasure, bubbling deep inside your belly. The pledge you made re chastity was trying to fight the aroused, lustful thoughts. The thick, warm fog that made your body liquefy beneath his touch, and your mind go all hot.
"My virginity–" You started, yet Satoru quickly snapped back.
"I talked to my sister, love. She won't punish you," he whispered, leaning down to lick a long stripe down your spine. "Because now you're mine. So say you want it, hm? Say you want me to fuck your tight cunt and fill her up."
He bit, licked, kissed your skin, while slowly, oh so painfully slow, poking your drenched hole.
"Just the tip, my love," he whispered, brushing away a few strands of hair hiding your lovely side. "I don't want to hurt you, my Goddess. I'll slip just a little tip."
And with an arousal fogging your mind, you nodded. Forcing a wicked laugh past his plush lips as he kissed your cheek.
"Mhm, that's right, my love," his cock slid through your tight walls, snugging inside your plush warmth. "Oh fuck, my Goddess, you truly are a fucking virgin."
You drew in a sharp breath, feeling his heavy cock slip into your belly. It was anything but the tip, forcing a sudden burst of tears to roll down your cheeks.
The pain mixed with pleasure as his shaft forced its way deep inside your pussy. You could feel every pulsing vein throbbing against your walls, the pumped head smooching your sweet spot, as he pushed and pushed, while pressing your body to the sand.
A moany cry bounced pitifully off the crystal waves before he quickly rolled you again.
This time, your back hit the sand, thighs folding up to your chest.
And when you looked up at his face… oh.
The Sun God hung over your crying cheeks with nothing but an utterly wicked, handsome smile. Eyes shining beneath the cold moon, adding to their ocean-blue hues a kiss of sin. He giggled, kissing the single tear that soaked your cheek.
And an angel, no, rather a demon, keeping you in his tight, possessed embrace.
Your hands pressed to his chest, as he pushed harder. "My God, you said just the tip," fell harshly, seeing a grin coiling in his gaze.
"My Goddess, you truly are ruthless," he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. "How could I ever lie to you? I'm barely in, I promise."
Yet when you tried to look down, his strong fingers grabbed your chin, keeping your eyes fixed on his.
"You don't trust me?" He pouted, peppering your skin with soft kisses. "Don't look down there, my love. Focus on me."
Your head lulled right as he bit the side of your neck. Licking, sucking on it gently, while still forcing his cock through your walls.
It wasn't just the tip, and although you should be angry, the way he kept you folded left little room for movement. With his single arm pressing your legs tight, fingers keeping your chin up, and massive, heavy body leaning on yours.
He started to move faster, faster, faster, pumping you poor, weeping cunt with his heavy cock. It hit every inch of your lower belly, brushing past the sweet spot and smooching up to the slowly swelling womb. You could feel his round head nuzzle deep inside your pulsing warmth, as your tight walls wrapped around him, as if trying to lock him in.
A low hiss slipped past his rosy lips as you cried out in painful pleasure. Your blood ran hot as he tried to fuck each drop of aphrodisiac from your veins, pushing your body deeper into the sand.
The nasty squelch bounced off the water, spilling deep into the cave and catching in your scattered hair. He brought your face back, giggling at the sight of your utterly fucked eyes.
"My beautiful Goddess," he whispered, before slipping his hand down your belly. At this point, with heat bubbling in your belly, your thighs stayed open, pressed to your chest, as if your body was freely inviting him in. "My sweet, beautiful Goddess. Tell me how good you feel."
His demand forced wrath and balmy submissiveness upon your fucked mind, and so a sweet, honest, "G-good, ahh, you're filling me s-so good," fell embarrassingly past your lips.
As no matter how much you wanted to refuse, it did feel good. Dearest, it felt amazing, handling his hefty cock fully sliding inside your warmth, till wet balls hit your lifted ass. Head kissing your womb, veins pulsing in rhythm with your plush walls, as they pushed out waves and waves of fresh cum. Coating his full length in your juices, till whenever he pulled out, a crystal thread formed between your cunt and his creamy, happy trail.
His hands kneading your softness turned your mind to balm, and fingers playing with your swollen bud forced a moan, so you truly, shamefully so, allowed your body to give in to his touch.
"My God, nghh, I'm going to–"
Before you could finish, he crashed his lips against yours. He slipped a groan deep inside your throat as he started to fuck you faster. More relentless, brutal, forcing upon your virgin cunt a strength you weren't used to.
"My God, p-please–ahhh–slow down," you cried into his lips, yet received only a low chuckle.
"I know how to make you cum, my love. Your pussy needs to be fucked properly," he licked the tears dripping down your cheeks before capturing your lips again. "You're close, hm? I can feel it in your belly."
His hands pressed to your lower pouch, feeling his cock hit the soft skin, before slipping down to your cunt. Rolling your clit in mean, squelching pinches.
"S-satoru," his name finally escaped your throat, as you wrapped your arms behind his neck. "So good, you're–ngh–filling me–ahhh."
He chuckled, seeing your lidded eyes and messy blabber falling past your lips. "I know, my Goddess, your–ahh–pussy feels so fucking good. My sweetest, I promise to take good care of you."
He hid his face in the crook of your neck before finally going still. Your back arched, nipples pressing to his chest, before a soaked cry ripped from your throat. Juices gushing all over his abdomen, cock, as he hit your womb painfully, filling it with sticky ropes of cum. Till you felt the heavy creaminess sticking to your walls, stuffing you heavily, madly full.
A filthy fog once again seeped into your mind, and for a single minute you felt your strength return to your body. For a mere moment, it allowed you to smack his fair cheek. It left him fully unfazed, with a cheeky grin still plastered to his handsome face and a low chuckle forcing its way past his lips.
"My Goddess, is that how you should treat your future husband?" he asked, then brutally turned you back onto your belly. You tried to crawl, kicking him back, but he simply smacked your ass. "Come on, my love. Don't try to fight me. If I hadn't found you, who knows who would?"
Your breath hitched when you felt his cock harden again. Still snuggling deep inside you cunt, as you felt his shaft stretch your poor, weeping walls.
"I–ahh–I fucking hate you," you snapped through gritted teeth, your hips slowly rocking against his. Whatever you'd drunk still flowed in your veins, forcing another fog over your mind. "I hate you, so, s-so–mhm Satoru, just, fuck, p-please–"
His fingers dug deep into your perked-up ass, ocean eyes glimmering at the sight of your arched back. Sweat beaded on your neck, and your teary gaze looked over your shoulder in a furious, desperate, pleading manner.
He chuckled, taking a little vial from his tattered tunic. Opening it with his teeth, he handed it your way.
"What is it?" you asked, trying to sound at least a bit suspicious.
His eyes squinted, lips turned wickedly up. "Just a simple water. You'll feel a bit better."
"Drink it first."
"You don't trust me?"
You bit down your lip, shaking your head a bit.
Satoru hummed before taking a sip of the liquid without hesitation. It seeped warmly through his body, dripping down to the burning loins.
Seeing that he truly acted normally, you took it from his fingers and drank it all in one go. But… oh.
You shot head his way, seeing nothing, but a nasty grin. "This…"
He leaned closer, pressing his hand back between your shoulder blades. His face drew nearer, then he licked your lips with his wine-sweetened tongue. "Tastes similar, my love?"
A wave of heat was rolling faster, an even stronger aphrodisiac flowing through your veins. Breathing became harder, your mind already blind, as he pushed your melted body into a deeper arch.
"I love you so much, my Goddess," he whispered, peppering your sizzling cheek. "I'll make you feel so good. So fucking good, I promise. My sweet, beautiful wife. Just trust me."
Synopsis. First time fitting all of him = first time losing his mind.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, they’re PACKING, making it fit, cervíx kíssing, p talking, p slápping, use of “my wife”, dúmbifícation, BÚLGES, jealousy (Ino), BRÉEDING, true form Sukuna, dp, Shiu cameo, spítting, GOJO’S POWERS, D analysis, chóking, exhíbitíonism (Higuruma), cúmplay, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Tony Claus is here with a biiiig gift for y’all hehehe <3
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8.96 inches
“T-Toooji- why the hell are you s-so big?” And oh, he can’t help but snicker at how you can barely even speak, barely do anything but thrash your quivering legs against the coiling springs of the mattress.
“Yeah yeah, tell me something I don’t know, doll.” Toji’s rolling his half-lidded eyes, swollen hilt plummeting down to French kiss his fat, mushroomy tip with a sappy thwack! at your teary slit. “Besides, m’barely even heh- an inch in.”
Barely even an inch.
Toji can feel his parched mouth just lather in greedy saliva at the oh-so-cute shock slipping its way onto your pretty features. “An i-inch…Toji will it even-”
“Silly girl, ‘course it will.” You’re gasping when one big, beefy arm claws around your boneless thighs to drag you halfway down the bed. Streaking a wet swab down your achy folds - oh, the sheer size difference was so vulgar. It makes him grin, “Because m’gonna make it fit, duh.”
Oh.
That wasn’t a promise - it was uttered like an oh-so-simple fact.
Well, your melty mind supposes, that is what you get for stubbornly claiming that you could “take it all”. Begging.
Over and over for days until your dear Toji had finally snapped. Had finally manhandled your poor self into the meanest of mating presses, giving your sloppy hole a mere savoring taste of the fat circumference of his syrupy pink tip-
“Oi.” Toji’s planting two swats onto the deliriously lolling side of your face. “Better not be f-fucked stupid already after all that talkin’ outta ya slutty pussy, ma.”
Hypnotized head nuzzling the sweat-slicked crook of his neck, your sloppy tongue garbles out a barely-coherent, “I-I’m not- I swear. It’s j-just…”
“J-j-just what?” Toji’s rumbling baritone hitches up into a dramatic high pitch, rounded curvature of his knees opening your trembly thighs up even further.
“Just…”
Only to rummage a good few inches of length past your saccharinely glossy hole. Perfectly left-leaning curve of his shaft swiping down your tender spots and fucking you spellbound. Snickering, “Honestly, just loooove complainin’, don’tcha? Why don’t you ah- beg f’me, instead?”
But you can’t - couldn’t even if you wanted to.
Because Toji was big, to say the least.
Girthy, merciless near-nine inches of him glazed a dripping gloss of precum. And it looked like it pained him to pull out. It pained him to slip and slide a sandwiching kiss of his soft, coral pink underside between your saturated lips. Back and forth back and forth back and-
“C’mon c’mon–” he’s hissing, dark brows knitting together tight. And the way you’re pushing away his sweat-streaked strands of black makes Toji shudder. “Yer my good girl, right? G-gonna take it all like a fucking champ, aren’tcha?”
“I-I will?” You mewl, eyes nervously straying to the way he looked so comically staggering twitching between your legs. Impatient. Red and angry. It made you starved. “I will.”
And oh, Toji would make sure of that.
Making sheer white cloud your vision when he’s letting go of his hefty crownhead to thud! across your quivering hole. Before his toned hips drivel in tiny little gyrations to pump you so full - Toji’s bloated cockhead spearheading you open so solidly. And the stretch-
The stretch.
The globular ends of his shaft mazes between your gluey walls to push you tautly to your limits. His sobbing divot buttering up every forbidden nook and cranny inside you with sappy splotches of pre - you felt so heavy with him halfway inside.
“Ah ahh- Toji– you’re in s-so d-deep-” You’re mindlessly rovering your fingers over to feel for that fattened, cylindrical outline of his nudging further and further up your gummy orifice. Big, pearly tears bead at your eyes and make him grin. “Can feel you right h-here. Dunno if I can take m-”
But in the blink of an eye, your slackened maw is being flooded with such stringy wads of spit. Streaming in a slicked mess from Toji’s curled lips before spattering onto your tastebuds. “If ya can t-take this, then you can take all of me, doll.”
Shrieking at the plummy twitch of his split cockhead swashing another wad of ribbony pre. “R-really?”
“Mhmm, Toji’s always hgh- right.” The fat curves of his fingers smush your mouth closed. To swallow. He swipes away a few speckles at the corner of your pretty mouth, pecking an innocent smooch against your lips to wipe those excess remnants cleanly off. “H…heh- good girl. Now get ready for hah- Toji’s biiig stretch.”
Leisurely swiping down one set of his fingerpads to scissor your puffy pussy lips further and further open. Herculean hips rolling to make you gulp down more more more-
“S-See? Didn’t I hah- say this cute cunt could ngh- take me?” Toji can’t help but crush your pliant body with the weight of his muscular thighs, heaving - practically plastering his sculpted front into yours. “Take this fuckin’ cock- the one you said was too big.”
God, he thinks he could almost laugh - fucking giggle like he was air-headed at how pretty you looked underneath him like this .
Your pupils practically heart-shaped and crossing with every jackhammering roll of his hips, tongue lolling out in a way that makes him spit all over again.
“Mhm- just one more fuckin’ inch now, ma.” Well, more like three - but Toji had the feeling you were too cockdrunk to tell the difference, anyway. And with a sodden slap! against your perked clit, he’s curling a calloused few digits around your throat. “Better take it all now.”
Dragging you - biceps flexing when he manhandles you from your throat to push you down millimeter by millimeter, suck him snugly down your elastic walls. And you didn’t know whether you were lightheaded because of that choking restraint or because of the stretch-
But then…
“Oh- Oh?” And something in Toji’s tone makes you blink your thoroughly glassy gaze to rationality. “Fuck- wait-” Toji gasps, he heaves. Willowy eyes bulging, snarling when he feels his ears pop! “Wait, don’t tell me- m’really…really…”
He was.
Now, Toji never claimed to be an optimist - he never said he was a miracle-worker but fuck- was this real? You were really, really milking all of him? This was what it felt like being buried balls-deep inside you?
God, he could die right now between your legs and still be a happy man.
Because he feels like his entire body has been zapped with a zillion bolts of electricity - like he’s in heaven. Stemming all the way from the lustrous little thwack! of his pulpy tip against your spongy cervix.
“Are- are you all the way inside?” You’re sobbing out, whines clawing at your throat with every smooth whack of Toji’s fattened cock into your goopy depths.
“I…” And Toji wants to answer - he wants to not look like a wordless fool in front of you but he can’t right about now. Scarred lips falling parted, he can barely even breathe right about now. Sharp jaw slacking open into a sexily husky laugh, “Yes. Hah! Atta girl, there we g-go. Knew my girl could ngh- do it.”
“Too big” his ass.
In the lazy blink of your weepy eyes, Toji has the two of your sweat-simmered bodies flipped over. Your own glued to his toned front, nails clawing at his bulging deltoids, head drooping between his cushiony pecs.
Bubbles of spit and pure whines flood your mouth when the massive mountains of Toji’s palms sift underneath your thighs to help you ride. Starting off slow - stumbling - presenting you with languid, tumbling thrusts that shape your fleshy insides to every ridge and curve of his cock.
Roughened digits pushing you down. Even more.
“Now…here comes the fun part tha’s gonna end up with you heh- pregnant, ma.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - 10.25 inches
“Am I…am I really that big?”
If this was anyone other than your dear Nanami you’d have huffed at that subtle brag of a question - but Nanami wasn’t bragging. And he wasn’t aware of just how much that simply sopping slide of his blushing shaft into your gooey depths was splitting you apart.
“Y-yes–” you’re mewling out, tangling your fingers with his thick ones to trek them all over your stuffed lower tummy. And Nanami gasps at the bloated nudge of his fat tip against your buttery walls. The outline. That you can feel from the outside. The curvature of his greedy thumb smearing down the mushy rounded edges tenderly. “S’like m’gonna hngh- break.”
Stern lips puckering up to kiss away the pearly tears that lather your fluttery lashes, he’s rumbling from the back of his throat. “Shhh…if you c-can’t, my love, then we can always-”
“Noooo-” God, Nanami loved to see that smack mouth of yours wobble with a few breaking whines, falling into a soft oh! when your squirmy hips shuffle a ravenous few gulps of more and more of his inches. “Want it- want it all.”
“Are you sure, darling? M’only halfway in right now.”
Nodding - nodding and nodding because you’ve never wanted anything more. A simpering trailway of drool sloshes from the slackened corner of your mouth when he’s slapping his weepy cockhead in two nice slaps into your extra sweet orifices.
He was long and thick - unfairly so. Equipped with heavy breeder balls that thump! thump! thumped against your thighs in the same needy rhythm as your heartbeat. Messy. The tannish blushing divot on his mushroomy tip barely even having to try to sugarcoat your goopy depths with a sweltering hot few splotches of creamy pre-
“Then…” Nanami’s wrenching you out of your cockdrunk little daydreams, and you’re faced with his utterly loving gaze. “You can hah- hold my hand- squeeze it if it gets too…much, my love.”
As if you ever would tap out.
Because the stretch was so addictive.
Every single one of his shuddering drives making your dewy eyes sprint all the way hidden at the back of your lids. The exact degree of his arch having you let off a few keens, legs thrashing with the depraved kiss of his sappy cockhead against your g-spot.
“Hey hey-” Nanami’s slanting his mouth over the rivulets upon rivulets of cold sweat beading at your forehead. And in turn you desperately crane upwards to kiss his plush pecs. “Remember what we talked about hngh- before?”
“Y-yes. Simple breathing techniques ah-” you’re crying out as he sneaks in a good swab down your slippery walls. “S’best to oh! Take slow, d-deep…long breaths to relax.”
Nanami chuckles out at your whiny little emphasis, every slow breath of yours helping his dexterous fingers guide that hooked bend of his knotted cock to bump into your treasured spots. Deeper. “Mhmm– good girl, relax. What else?”
“A-and- focus on one part of your ah- body t-to-” You can feel your weepy cunt pulse – thoroughly full and just about all that you could focus on. Inch by fucking inch disappearing. “-to boost awareness and…relax.”
Yeah, certainly enough for Nanami to tut when your glutinous pussylips tack on even tighter around him to halt his merciless pathway.
“Hate to see ya strugglin’, darling. Hold on t-tight-” Nanami’s blond brows simmer with a fresh sheen of perspiration at the tiny resistance. Strong arms dredging your useless legs up onto his broad shoulders. Indenting circular bruises with just how hard your heels were digging in. But oh, he doesn’t care. Doesn’t give a shit if it hurt - instead, planting a sweet few pecks at your ankles. “Because s’a bit of a biiiig stretch.”
He’s hiking one athletic thigh up even higher, adonis-like muscles flexing when Nanami arches his back and bends you easily in half.
Sweetly toying a few circular brushes of his fat thumb against your neglected clit. You’re at the utter mercy of the deepening angle walloping his crownhead into your spongy cervix. Dragging his wet tip in a saccharine few ribbons of velvety pre, you’re being absolutely flooded with the sheer size of him. With all of him-
“I-is it all in?” You’re sobbing out, only for Nanami to stray his hypnotized eyes accordingly downwards and gasp.
“S’all in- ohhhh s’all in- my perfect, perfect girl.” Nanami’s regal nose crinkles with sheer bliss, condensely fogged-up glasses leering further and further down his nosebridge. “N’ s’like y-you’re gonna be hngh- split apart, darling.”
And it felt like it.
Like Nanami was trying to mold your rubbery cunt into the exact shape of him, sticky kisses of his tight balls making you shy. To make sure with every bruising circumference of his overfed tip that you won’t forget him. Forget his size.
“G-gonna hafta get this pretty pussy hngh- used ta me.” He’s tilting his head down at that addictive image of your slurping pussy greedily sucking up every drilling jackhammer, every gyration, every grind just to watch the way your eyes bulge when he’s probing deeply into your cervix. “Jus’ hafta hngh- fuck her to the sh-shape of my cock oh!”
Every clingy squeeze of your gluey walls felt like you were doing that exact thing, and Nanami can’t help but let his toned hips poke languidly into your slicked g-spot. Sloshing a few tender dabs when he’s latching his mouth around your ankles to bite. To worship.
And it makes you sob. It makes you moan. It makes you cum - gasping in surprise at the sudden crash of your high, legs locking around Nanami’s thick neck.
You’re feeling limp - your eyes half-shuttering to a close at the flurries of stars in your vision. Barely even able to breathe let alone register the simpering smile plastering all over Nanami’s face when he locks your ankles behind his head with one ravenous hand.
Still moving. Still aching.
“My love…” He’s starting off. Low. Promising. You’re being gifted with a slow, slow filth of a kiss, still having his pretty lips sucking on your tongue when he hums. “Don’t think I’ve molded you ta my ngh- cock jus’ yet.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - 9.54 inches
It’s been hours now - hours.
Hours of Geto cracking open your trembly legs to mouth over that glossy wetness between them, making out with your slobbery pussy for ages until you were still dizzy with the slow tangle of his soft tongue against your treacly clit.
Still feeling the aftershocks of your nth orgasm when he’s flooding out a few viscous spurts of cum that slop between your pursed pussy lips. Gleaming sultry little lip-stain that he’s oh-so-unashamedly swabbing along a few fingers.
“Hmmm, now this won’t do–” Geto’s popping those slender digits into his mean mouth, snickering at the awe-struck little gasp you’re letting off. “Ain’tcha embarrassed to be th-this fucked n’ I’ve only put the tip in, gorgeous?”
He was so unfair.
Dark brows marrying together sexily when he’s spending a sloppy few seconds pretending to think, “Whaddaya think? Can you ah- take me even when you’re being this full?”
And full you were - being teased over and over again. Fucked with only the hefty, globular curve of his pretty, pierced cockhead until your poor pussy was frosted with a thick, creamy lather of Geto’s seed. Trickling between your legs and splotching over where you were hovering over his muscular thighs, bouncing with your precarious seated position.
Huffing, one hand of yours grapples onto the mountainous terrain of Geto’s sculpted deltoid. The other curling around his pale, sweat-slicked throat in a way that made him drool. “Been w-wantin’ all of ya you, all this ngh time, Sugu–”
SMACK!
“Speakin’ out of turn is rude, y’know?” Geto soothes over the swatted imprints of his fingers on your ass. Before rovering down, down, down, to dredge out the most sinful slurps when he slides one greedy index over your sodden slit. “Right? N’ we were havin’ such a ngh- good conversation.”
That cold studded Prince Albert on Geto’s blushing mushroom tip skims between your pussyflaps, feeding you inch by fucking inch until he stopped just past the tip. As usual.
“Hmmm, what’s this?” Pointedly ignoring your broken little whines in favor of guiding his trekking fat crown to bump that metallic piercing against your gooey sweet spots. To bruise. “Ya want more? Heh, so filthy how ya think ngh- more with this pussy than that pretty lil’ head of yours, gorgeous.”
“You’re the filthy one, Suguru–” you’re whimpering, fingers digging even tighter around his throat at the rude smirk on his pretty face. And you can’t stop yourself - you can’t help yourself - when your hips shiftily sink deeper. And deeper.
“W-woah-” Geto’s puffy breaths hiccup, before clearing his throat into one stray hand. “I-I mean- fuck! Can see it from the outside.”
Indeed, he could.
You were so fucking pretty sat upon him like this, with your slobbery pussy weaving out squelching rivulets of cum. Your chest heaving in a way that makes Geto’s mouth water, his eyes locked on that lecherous little bulge where he was scouring a pathway to your very womb.
He’s giggling - delirious and drunk. “What a cute lil’ pussy- s-sooo fuckin’ tight. Feels like m’gonna break ya…h-heh.”
And it’s only when you stutter, when our drizzling jaw shudders open with a cracking Sugu– that he lets his eyes rip away. His hips jutting upwards with a pressurized push-
“Awww, my gorgeous girl struggling to take this hah- big cock? Wanna take it all but you can’t?” With a rough hand latched onto your waist, Geto fucks up into you so tauntingly, rigorous little pushes and pulls that pump you spellbound. And he’s viciously thumping open your sappy pussylips, mouth drying up at the sight of those silvery sploshes of cum. “Y’know m’not gonna fit if ya don’t relax, girl.”
“I-I am relaxing-” you’re bawling out, head lolling backwards at the utter stretch. It was ridiculous, and your blood curdles with just how good it felt.
Because Geto was so thick. Girth more intimidating than any toy you’ve ever even seen, such a pretty blushing beige. Pricked with one chilling silvery stud at his tip and then another at his bulky hilt, right after the ends of his neat happy trail - one that you oh-so-desperately wanted to reach.
“Liar.” He’s snapping - snarling.
Making you flinch at the lurch of something dark and hot swimming in Geto’s half-lidded eyes. Long, dark lashes batting innocently up at you when he’s lacing two sets of readied fingers on top of your sweat-dampened head and pushing. “W-wait, Sugu what are you-”
“This pussy is s-soo much more ah- honest…aren’tcha?” And it takes only one more final rapid swat at your gloopy cunt, one wet strike of Geto’s round-tipped fingers before he’s bulldozing you downwards. “Hm, bite on this.”
He’s presenting you his toned arm - mercy.
Your teeth mindlessly clamping onto his awaiting forearm, gurgles of moans and screams concocting together as your hips buck- Losing your nervous footing to finally plant a pretty peck of your glossed pussy lips against his toned base, to finally have his orbed piercing nudge your throbbing clit.
And he was big - so, so big that you couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe at the sodden stripes of his pulpy cockhead etched into what felt like your lungs.
With a soggy pah! you’re letting his arm go, kissing over the sunken indents of your teeth across his flesh.
“O-oh-” Moans upon moans are tumbling out of your mouth before you even realize, and you can’t help the way that your hips are bustling up and down in a filthy cadence. “I-It feels so…”
Alternating between the sloppiest drags up and down up and down his thickened length and lazy swivels that result in fat drags of Geto’s piercing onto the mushiest parts of your clit. He was so fucking big that your fatigued legs could barely even bounce up to his uprightly curved tip.
“Yeahhh? F-feels nice havin’ me all ngh- inside ruinin’ your cunt, huh?” Geto’s leaning his body further backwards to take in every single detail of you. One arm bounding behind his head and making his biceps flex, the other helping manhandle your needy hips. And you swear you hear his voice falter, you swear you could hear his teasing baritone crack into a whine. “Look how ah- well she’s takin’ me- don’tcha think I deserve a lil’ r-reward, gorgeous?”
Ah, of course he does.
And as soon as you’re craning your head forwards, you feel the sudden twitch of his swollen tip colliding against your cervix. Gushing in ribbony strings of pre when you pry open Geto’s pretty mouth and spit-
“Messy girl.” He’s swiping away that purposeful little splatter of translucent saliva pooling at the corner of his sappy mouth. Swallowing. “Hope ya know m’gonna be doin’ the ngh- same with my cock riiiiight…” Before trailing that very same finger up, up, up to draw an invisible line at the bullseye of your womb. “-here.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - 8.20 inches
“Jus’ need the ah- tip, pretty baby–” Choso’s begging - pleading from his splayed-out position spooning you - and he’s fucking his fat, ruddied cockhead into you desperately. Animalistically. Like it’ll be the last time - when in fact it’s the first. Ever.
Slurring out a drawling few squelches from your overstuffed pussy, the way you’re glistening all your lustrous volumes of slick down his generous length makes Choso simply keen. Hulking body breaking out with shivers once your nails scrape against his sweat-lathered scalp.
“But I want more, Cho-” That sullen pout of yours is enough to drive him wild. To bump up at least once more of his inches out of a staggering eight past your gooey ring of muscle, molding your entrance to that girthy bend of him. “Y-you’re so fuckin’ big n’ I want it all.”
Oh.
Oh.
“Y-you shouldn’t say those ngh- things when s’my first time–” he’s scrunching his brows adorably shyly, one strong palm lifting your trembly thigh even higher to eye the teary trail of cum he’d left off just earlier from simply putting it inside. “Don’ wanna have a ngh- r-repeat of that.”
How cute.
Choso was so embarrassed that his precious pink blush was reaching all the way from his regal cheeks, down to his bustling tip. Messy and angry.
You’d heard that it was always the quiet ones - and Choso was hung to a T. The expansive swollen outline of his rock-hard cock smearing against your elastic walls in a way that felt permanent. Your poor pussy was swallowing up so many copious inches again and again and it felt like Choso always had more to give.
His long length guides a sultry bash against your puffy g-spot, spearheading your gluey walls to mold around his size like butter. Swirling such voluminous heaps of cum that layer him in creamy rings.
“M’being serious, baby-” you’re purring, silken sweet tone of your voice making Choso gasp. Handsome cheeks burning bright red when he’d faced your greedy gaze over one shoulder. “I-it feels so good ngh- you’re in so deep.”
Choso’s coral pink lip wobbles delicately, face flushing your favorite shade of red. “M-me? Don’t even know how to hngh! use it…r-really? Me? But m’just a virgin-”
“Was a virgin, baby-” You’re correcting him, deft fingers nimbling through his soft locks to pull. And it’s enough to make Choso rut- enough to make his reddening hips shovel even harder. “N’ no need to be so shy. You’re so big you might’ve ngh- jus’ ruined everyone f’me.”
And oh.
Choso can feel his mind shatter, powerful hips working overtime to plunge another sappy stroke that thuds against your g-spot. Deeper. And deeper. You’re half-wondering whether he even realized that he was way, way past “just the tip” now.
Nah…definitely too pussydrunk to.
He’s sucking on your kiss-bitten lips like his favorite sugar-coated candy, whimpering out. “G-good. Don’ want you f-for ngh- anyone else.” And you swear you’re catching his doe-eyes dew over with a veil of tears. “Want you to be mine.”
Grinning - cockdrunk, heart-eyed. “Already am.”
And that extended to that greedy cunt of yours.
Of course, it did. Why wouldn’t it?
Choso’s on the very verge of sobbing to himself about why he didn’t do this much, much sooner when his dextrous palms smear open the drool-worthy globes of your ass to sneak a long, mouthwatering eyeful of your stuffed pussy.
He’s so filthy. So urgent skimming two fat thumbs over to spy the way his fattened cock was disappearing between your soppy pussy lips. Fat and heavy, bullying in solid squeezed into your comparatively tiny opening.
And the sight makes him grunt, “S-such a pretty pussy. Could fuckin’ worship her heheh. I hope you don’t ngh- mind, baby, if I…”
Oh, and you didn’t mind.
Didn’t have a mind coherent enough to think at all when Choso has to scissor your slick-flooded hole open with his thorough digits to be able to fit in the rest of his raw length. Saturated, solid ruts pushing past your tiny resistance - your poor entrance being stretched further and further with his circumference.
He has to - he needs to because the stretch was so cozily tight. So sinful. Rubbing his ridged veins down the treacly sides of yours walls, you’re being stuffed to the brim.
His spattering seed glomping out of you and creating such a fucking mess. Helping Choso slip and slide his thighs to engulf your own.
“Pretty pussy…ohhh what a pretty pussy.” He’s hissing to himself - slurring like an intoxicating mantra. Your honeyed squelches were so loud, answering him practically. “Baby, I want you…need you. Need you to take it allll up inside, m’kay?”
And you can only manage out a stream of dripping wet gasps puffing hotly from between your candied lips, shivering at the honeyed drip of his thick crownhead mussing up the sploshes of cum seated inside you. “G-gonna take it- ah-don’t miss, Choso–”
“I’d never.” But the one thing he might do is be rendered utterly stupid when that cylindrical shaft of his plunges impossibly deep into your gooey orifice. As deep as it would go. As deep as he could give.
And you swear that Choso stops breathing for a full few seconds once he first bottoms out. Still regaining the blurring vision in your gaze with how you felt fit to burst, you’re opening your mouth with slight concern-
“Th-this…feels so heavenly- fuck! Why does it feel so heavenly?” Choso sounds so genuinely awestruck. Scared. Words dripping with the slight tremble of an exhilarated giggle when his sopping tip curves its way to thud! against your cervix. “I- woah th-this doesn’t feel like my fist at all.”
And every slight bit of recoil makes Choso tut, makes him plant pound after pound onto your battered cunt until you see stars. He was fucking you like he hated you - and babbling pussydrunkenly like he loved you.
You’re mewling through bliss-lathered tears, “D-does it feel good, baby?”
Oh, Choso really did love you.
“I…I’m fucking you-” he’s breathing out. “I-I’m really fucking you and…”At your encouraging little coos, Choso only swelters with a wafting red blush. Buttony divot at the very ends of his achy cock twitching with a promising squeeze of his hefty, full balls. “...can we hold hands as I cum?”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 13.3 inches
Nice - the cursed king of curses said he was going to be nice. But if this was his way of being “nice” then you didn’t-
“Tch, that pretty lil’ head of yours scrambled already, brat?” That gruff, rumbling little scolding from underneath you makes you jolt, winding sparks of electricity sprinting down your perfectly arched spine when Sukuna’s punishing your brimful cunt with a sloppy smack!
Such a sleazy grin overtaking his sexy features at the stunned expression on your face, he’s bouncing his adonis-like knees to jostle your greedy hips up and down up and down up and-
“Can’t ngh- talk now, huh?” Sukuna’s tittering out, a few more numerous swats upon swats being pounded upon your bulging cunt. And the syrupy squelch! emanating from down below is enough to make him groan. Brows knitting, teeth sharp when he grins. “Honestly, woman- aren’tcha used to that stretch by now?”
Fuck- it would be impossible to get used to such a ridiculous size.
Sukuna’s towering height of seven feet translating into matching cocks that make you gape, your drunken maw parting stupidly open when his twin swollen lengths plunge up into your goopy depths. Reckless. Rude. Your felt like he was fucking open sweet nooks and crannies that you never even knew existed.
That vulgar size difference was everything.
Because he was so girthy - wisps of precum slathering like torrents against your clingy walls. Tautly pulled over thick thirteen inches - and not just one, two of them - that were making you whine-
“B-but-”
“Ah ah-” Sukuna’s cutting you off, sugary tips pecking a hollowing little smooch of his candy-coated pre against that spot in a way that makes you shut up. “Can’t forget our manners now hngh- can we? Raise yer hand when ya talk to the king.”
And it was a joke…partially. It was something to make your beautiful features scrunch up in that adorable pout of yours - not something to make you wrench one trembly hand upwards and listen to him.
“S-s’not my fault-” you’re huffing out, your wondrous hands roaming all down those sinful curves and dips of Sukuna’s muscles thereafter. Resting on their favorite place at the fleshy mounds of his pecs to squeeze. “You’re just so big.”
Rolling his eyes, you’re being angled so that his oversized second tongue can press a dripping smooch against your plump clit.
“Compliments aren’t gonna g-get me to be any hngh- nicer, mama- C’mon you know that.” And he’s sure to make it so that you never forget if the merciless few more thwack! of his five fat fingerpads down your teary slit were to say anything. “M’already bein’ nice letting you ride me.”
And ah, he’d never admit how pretty you looked like this.
With your sappy cunt stretched wiiiide open over his bumpy cocks, your entire body lathered in sweat and sheer need when he’s sinking in a few more bulky inches. Puffing your pussy lips up until you were about halfway down his raw, red cocks.
“But ah…yer right about one thing.” Sukuna titters and the flurries of emotions that overtake your absolutely fucked-out face. Head lolling to the side when you’re trying to remember what you even said. Cute. “Lemme heh- jog that memory o’ yours, brat.”
And it was such a blessing - or a curse - that Sukuna had four arms. Four massive, strong arms that were busying themselves with driving you wild.
Two of them caressing the sultry curve of your hips, manhandling you up and down all his copious inches with all the dignity of a ragdoll. A third clawing on top of your cottony-filled head and forcing you to look- to spy where his fourth hand was.
Sharp, blackened nail of his burly index tapping those ringed tattoos at his inner thighs. “See these?” Doesn’t matter if you didn’t because Sukuna was making your cockdrunk head motion out a nod for him anyway. “Well- then see these?”
Oh, you had to crane your head - you had to stop your condensed gasp from dripping out of your mouth when he’s swiping his fingers across those matching black rings tattooed around the very hefty hilts of his cocks.
Neat. Stark against unruly tufts of pink. Lacquered with a glistening layer of your sweet, sweet juices.
“Gotta take it ah- allll the way until there, got it?” Sukuna muses, plummy split-ends of his shafts pummeling even harder against the gumdrop sponge of your walls. Very same finger drawling lazily up, up, up until he was drawing a smug line across way past the middle of your tummy. “So get r-ready for a biiiig stretch, mama.”
And it wasn’t just the stretch - not even the double stretch - triple. Triple the invasive rummages inside your snug channel when Sukuna’s swirling his large secondary tongue to lap up every sliver and every bead of slick slobbering from your cunt.
Sloshing a gleaming trailway down the very middle of his rosette tastebuds so lewdly when Sukuna grits against the resistance, hips pushing and pushing-
“Ah- ah!” Your hips are like a pendulum still deciding between swallowing up more more more and running away. “I-I don’t think it’ll ngh- dunno if I can t-take any…”
“Nuh uh, no running away.” Sukuna’s greedy hands devour every naked inch of you to stuff you full, tongue working overtime to push open that elastic entrance to your pretty cunt. He knew you could finally take it all. He knew. And he was going to do it. “Made yer bed- now- lie- in it-”
There’s a deafening pap! of your body glissading into his when with a final, determined thrust, Sukuna’s bottoming out. Your pussy lips smooching both his sexy circular tattoos with their first-ever kiss. For the first time in a thousand years. For the first time in his life-
This is what it feels like - this is what it looks like.
You were so stuffed past the brim that you could feel your pressurized ears pop! White-hot pleasure flashing behind your lids when your mouth opens with a raw shrill.
“So? S’it feel good bein’ all ruined inside?” He’s tittering - choking on rude little whimpers threatening to spill from his even ruder lips.
“Yes- please it f-feels so…”
And then you’re cumming.
“Oh? Cummin’ already just from taking that cock you said was hngh- t-toooo fuckin’ big?” He leaves a few ravenous bites over the tender crook of your neck. “What a heh- slutty cunt o’ mine.”
Sukuna’s realizing before you when his hips rut upwards into the tight fit to pound you through your high, over and over slapping his heavy cockheads against every tiny geyser of an orifice. Until you felt like you were about to burst-
“O-ohhh look at that gorgeous ngh- bulge.” Sukuna’s voice bleeds its way into a whimper - whimper. And if any other curse saw that heart-eyed filter in his gaze, the way his smile grows simpering, then they’d faint. “Almost makes me think of something…else.”
You, all round and glowing - and not just from the thorough rummage of his dual shafts messing up your poor insides. Outlined with thick cylindrical bumps forming their way at your precious womb.
The sight is enough to make Sukuna’s heavy-handed cockheads glaze your mushy cervix with a few ribbony spurts of pre. Flooding. Overspilling. Enough do that he’s digging in a thumb hard to feel for the soppingly wet thwack! of those volumes of velveteen splatters.
Murmuring, “Y’know…how do ya feel about the curses getting an ah- new heir, brat? And their very own queen.”
♡ INO TAKUMA - 7.64 inches
“Shhhh, jus’ an inch more- only an i-inch, pretty.” Ino’s heaving, his plummy, split-ended cockhead gushing out a lazy few rivulets of syrupy pre down your sappy slit. “I know that you can do it…take s’more f’me?”
“I-I want to-” you’re gasping out, legs wrangling an even tighter grip around the slender curve of your beloved boyfriend’s toned hips. Mashing his ridged washboard abs against the sensitive backs of your thighs, “But I don’t know if it’ll fit…”
You say that but you can already feel the way your elastic cunt was constricting and molding to the exact sinful curvature of Ino’s swollen cock. Wanting more more more-
But how could you not?
He was so unfairly pretty - fat, burling inches that rummaged your insides with a sugary layer of sloshing precum. It’s like his plump tip was bawling with every smack! down your puckering pussylips, reddening with an innocent flush that matched his cute cheeks.
“I want it- no, need it to ah- g-go all the way inside-” Ino’s panting begs stumble into your deliriously open maw, the slick gyrations of his tongue tasting you. Savoring. Ringed fingers splayed out and pressing down hard onto the heaving surface of your tummy. “-need everyone t-to know how I’ve ngh- ruined ya for them.”
It’d only taken one sneaking glance at the way some loser at your work was a little too close, a little too…flirty. Simply one spark of that green-eyed monster inside him for Ino to all but drag you home and bend you into such a mean mating press.
His pummeling hips even meaner. Babbling with every dousing swab of his fattened cockhead probing into your goopy depths. Pushing and pushing. “W-wanna be good f’you, y’know? Wanna be…yours.”
“Ngh- s-sweet-talker-” You’re spitting out, heart lurching oh-so-traitorously at the little blush dusting its merry way all over Ino’s handsome cheeks. He’s ready to burst into flames when you’re hiccuping, “Fuck me, baby- with all of you.”
Those words are barely out of your mouth - the thought barely even registering in Ino’s fuzzy scribble of a brain right now before he’s tugging his hips back a sodden inch and sinking in.
“Mhmmm- don’t worry, pretty-” Ino’s gruffing, scorching beads of sweat forming a dotty mosaic over his blissed-out features. “-Taku’s gonna make it fit- h-heh, yeahhhh m’gonna make it ngh- fit-” So snug that he can’t pound into the way he wants you. Huffing at the resistance, he’s latching onto your peaked clit with a pointed pinch. “-or m’gonna die trying hah.”
A promise - well and fully intended to be made true.
Abs flexing with every tight little grind that whacks against your sweetened spots, short. Punctuating. Harder and harder until you’re hearing a watery pap! and Ino’s finally - finally - driving you overwhelmingly full with the ruthless dab of his angry, peach-pink shaft impaling open your deepest insides.
“O-oh.” Ino’s breathing out, chestnut eyes bulging out almost comically at the sloppy trawl of his rock-hard cock in and out. “It fit- it…it actually fit. Mhm- s’that too big for ya, pretty?”
And Ino loved your smart mouth - he loved whatever honeyed syllable would drivel from your pretty lips. But seeing you like this - gasping, and fucked oh-so-dumb on his cock - Ino thinks that he could cum right here and now.
“R-right now?” Your breath hitches, chest heaving to steady your gulping inhales. Impossible with the way that his girthy, rotund cockhead was skimming against what felt like your lungs.
But oh, you weren’t the only one with your sanity dancing away from you with every plunging jackhammer. Ino looked so ruined - his pretty eyes doeing down till they were almost closed, drizzles upon drizzles of drool flooding out and slicking down his mouth, hanging pathetically open when he’s realizing-
Shit, did he say that out loud?
Oh, well.
“And so wh-what?” Ino’s huffing out - meant to be much more smug than the pouty whine it actually came out as. Lower lip wobbling out in a watery way, “Wanna fill ya u-up until yer overspilling, sweetness- until I can’t hahah- fit again.”
He’s making such a sappy mess down there as if already fulfilling those promises. One clammily prespired hand latching around your throat to crane your neck into a tender kiss.
“Wanna fuck a b-baby into ya- ngh- fuck ya until they know I did it-” He’s snarling - alabaster canines beared in a giggle. “Till they s-see you all ah- round and glowing and see me me me me- that coworker’s gonna know that I-I did that. That I fucked you s-so full.”
Heavy thighs planting flat onto the cushiony mattress, and from the woozy corner of your eye you’re spotting a few bedcoils spring brokenly upwards. “Gonna gimme that, aren’tcha?” He’s breathing. Begging. Eyes fuzzy with a heavy clingfilm of utter loving that he was bestowing upon you with every pap! pap! pap! “Make me a dad, mama?”
Ah, just as you do - Ino plants a gliding thwack! against your g-spot so hard that it makes your eyes criss-cross with utter pleasure. Tumbling into your orgasm headfirst and dragging your dear Ino with it, too.
Each peaked crevice of your high being followed by the wettest slap of his lathering cum into your most tenderized spots, fucking his seed into you so viciously that you feel bloated. Eyes drooping fatiguely, your nails dragging red, red patterns down his rigorously flexing back.
It was heaven.
You can’t think of anything but the slow puddle of viscous seed dribbling from between your slippery slit, nothing but how full you felt. Barely even noticing the creaking protests of the bedframe that was suspiciously sagging from one end.
Broken.
And when Ino’s blinking his vision back - letting his mouth drool at the sloppy slosh of his ribbony sap clinging around him like a second skin - the only thing he can utter is a low, “S-so…I don’t think we’ve ngh- made our son just yet.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - 11.01 inches
“Aw c’mooon, my girl. Too big- s’too big, riiight?” Fuck- it was. And Gojo already knew with every cocky snicker that wafted over the back of your neck like an oven. He’s plumping his lips down your spine in a sleazy kiss. “Jus’ admit it n’ I might play…nice.”
As if.
The strongest would never play nice when he had you like this.
When he had his fat, strawberry pink tip French kissing your gluey walls so open. Bumping up against your precious insides to indent every ridge and curvaceous vein against your overstuffed pussy - so staggeringly full. But he still wasn’t done. Barely.
So ridiculously long and pretty - a size to match up that mean ego of his. Eleven inches? He didn’t even have to try to drive you insane.
Gojo was flushed the most candied palettes of pink and red, all the way up to his thickened base. Slender fingers curling dexterously around the white tufted hilt to slowly empty out thick drags of buttery pre just past your throbbing g-spot. “Unless ya want-” Inching ever-so-sinfully closer. “-more?”
It was just a little tease - really, it was. Something to make your cute pout jut out, and your gooey insides clench.
But what Gojo didn’t expect was for thick, viscous droplets of saliva to splatter from between your lips at the sheer mind-numbing stretch. Babbling out into the spit-lathered mess of a pillow. “I- I want- ngh- Toru…”
“Yes yes, your dear Toru is hah- here.” And shit, he can’t help but saddle a strong forearm around your neck to hoist your lolling head upwards in a rude headlock. Making such a mess of glimmering dribble seep into the bulging bicep around your neck. You’re feeling the sappy drag of his long tongue down those puddled splatters of spittle, “Talk to me…tell me…complain about how big I am- I know you want to.”
You’re gasping when he’s leaving a pretty stinging smack! against your treacly cunt, muscular thighs shuffling against your own like a second skin. “I want…”
Every garbling syllable of your pretty voice making him twitch. Depraved. “Mhm—?”
“All of it- More.”
More?
CRASH!
Shit- maybe if you were in any better state of mind you’d have noticed how the flickering yellow lamp at your bedside shatters into a zillion pieces. And how Gojo was much the same.
Slamming one dexterous free palm down onto the already-splintered headboard, you’re catching it crack underneath his vice-like clasp when Gojo hitches his breath and pushes. Wordless. Keening. Mean maw slacking parted with a low ah! ah! ah! at the sweltering hot pulse of his ever-hardening cock.
“S-Satoru did you just get-” bigger. It’s the word you can’t bring yourself to utter even if you wanted to - because Gojo’s swatting his doughy palm to entrap your whiny words.
Hiding your watery sobs when his engorged dick ravines past the adhesive-like grip of your slick-flooded entrance to perk up even harder.
Rasping, “Shhhh sh sh- Another word outta you n’ m’gonna cum.” Entire herculean body hitching - shuddering - to pin you to the velvety sheets like he was practically melting into you. You’re sandwiched into the sweaty glissade of his rugged washboard abs. Jolting at the miniscule lightnings of blue that bolt from his lazily lidded eyes, “Tell me how badly ya want the hngh- biiiig stretch, sweetheart.”
So embarrassing, “I-I want the…biiig stretch, Satoru.”
He’s humming with utter delight, “Louder- more.”
“Please.” Legs kicking in impatience, “I want it- w-want your hck! biiig stretch, Toru. Want it so bad-”
“Then, b-brace yourself…heh.”
Something’s cracking - breaking - only hours and hours later do you realize that it’s your poor mahogany bedframe underneath Gojo’s utter strength.
Knuckles whitening when one sickly sweet rut has his toned abs careening into your mounds of flesh. And that tight little bout of resistance makes him stutter out a hiss, teeth clenching. “Christ, s’fuckin’ tight- n-need more.”
You words had done such a number on him.
And Gojo wanted more - needed it. More more more-
With a sopping pap! Gojo’s sludging his hefty length out from your elastic hole, purposefully peaking his inflated veins against those treasure troves of your tender spots. Emanating out such a sinful squelch! of wiry slick-filled slurps the moment his globular crownhead is popping out of your gooey cunt.
“L-look downwards, my girl-” he’s mumbling, tongue slurring those pesky little whines into his words. And oh, Gojo himself can’t bear to spy his ravenous gaze down below because of that dangerous little high building up at his tight, nudging balls. Can’t bear to do anything but let his sapphire gaze droop half shut.
Tumbling your head down, “Toru what do you- oh!”
Gojo was so fucking needy. That mouthwateringly sculptured arm around your neck taking its second favorite position to warp around his sweltering hot cock and squeeze.
You can only watch when he’s beading out wispy little ropes of precum that gloss your pussy lips a creamy white. Connecting delicate little ropes of your sweet, sweet juices to his bawling cockhead.
It was soiling his hand ivory, his wrist, his cloudy happy trail - he was being so messy.
“Yeah- see this? Take a loooong hah- hard look, sweetheart. Yer gonna take this entire c-cock, m’kay–?” Gojo’s nuzzling his sweat-glimmered cheek down your down, stray strands of white sticking to your skin. Pumping his fist harder - harder. He’s scooping up a syrupy few dredges of sap to poke into your awe-struck mouth, “Gonna take i-it all. No matter how big- mhm?”
You’re whining when his intimidating length nestles between your thighs and pulses, the very brim of his curved tip swiping a sweltering hot drag of pre about half-way down your tummy. The size difference looked so sinful.
And you’re barely nodding - barely whimpering out a polite yes, please - before your mind shatters with the feeling of being split-apart. With every hidden nook and cranny caverning your sloppy pussy being stretched to the max.
“Yeah- yeah yeah c’mon-” Gojo’s begging. Pearly white teeth digging into his pulpy lower lip when his blushing shaft fringes down your clingy walls. “Go inside- fit- please- need ta give m-my girl everythin’.”
Needed - not wanted.
Gojo doesn’t even have to try for his left-leaning curve to locate your most coveted spots, spurting out waterfalling little geysers of slick from between your thighs with every gulping inch.
“Oh- oh mmpf!” You’re mewling when his furious divot mashes into your nearby g-spot. Easily. Too easily that you’re half-wondering whether he’s using his Six Eyes. “It’s s-shoo deep.”
You’re being jostled in a sultry dance back and forth when Gojo’s planting rummaging pound after pound just to fit inside. The slamming smack! smack! smack! of his muscular thighs imprinting against the backs of yours fucking out each and every coherent thought out of your mind.
And with absolutely no hesitation, he’s skimming numerous buzzing fingertips from one hand over to toy around your clit and pinch. Barely even realizing the startling spark of jujutsu that makes you yelp-
“Toru- wh-what did we say about…” Shrilling shrieks withering away on your tongue when- what were you complaining about again? Gojo’s incredible inches sheath their cozy way into your gummy cunt - fully. “O-oh.”
Oh was right.
Because he had finally bottomed-out. Finally. Gasping at the sudden thud! of those ladder-like abs smooching the pretty curve of your ass. The bouncing recoil of his swollen cockhead against your pulpy cervix. Gojo can’t help but run his hands over your jiggling flesh to make sure - to register that this was real.
Having your slobbery pussy wrapped around every needy inch of him? This must be a dream.
He’s struggling to catch his breath, gulps sounding high. Thumbing apart your sodden pussyflaps, Gojo’s rich baritone hitches adorably. “You- yer really m-milkin’ my entire fuckin’ cock…”
Bleary eyes snapping open and veering pathetically cross-eyed, Gojo’s snowy brows scrunch achingly together when both stumbling hands latch onto your waist and pounces a harsh thrust. Thickened, hefty balls swatting your clit heavily. Once. Twice.
And the third - barely even a swirling gyration of his slicked-up cock drilling into the spongy flesh of your cervix before he cums. Cums and cums so hard that it feels like copious orgasms upon orgasms piling all into one.
Feeling like he was bursting - just like the wreckage of generators across all twenty-three special wards in Tokyo this very second. Electricity flickering, Gojo’s eyes glowing, and you two don’t even notice the way the bed crashes! down onto the carpeted floors as if it had been hovering a slight inch.
“W-wait tha’s cheating-” he’s puffing out furiously, but he can’t stop. Luscious ounces of seed gumdropping out from his divot to laminate your poor cervix - no doubt battered and bruised at this point. A fat thumb of his caps your leaky slit with the voluminous dredges of splattering cum gushing haplessly out of you. “This is s’pposed to s-stay inside, sweetheart.”
It was too much - you were overfilled to the very brim of your glistening pussy folds.
But Gojo didn’t sound upset - not in the slightest.
No, in fact, he was smiling.
Cerulean pupils molding practically heart-eyed, a burning blush washes over those handsome cheeks and all the way down to his still-twitching, still-hard cock- “Sooooo…marry me?”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - 8.89 inches
“S’for your own good, angel.”
“B-but, Hiromi–” Oh, you were already winning - and you knew it - you’re feeling that perky little dab of syrupy pre that butters up your insides. Just the mere sound of your voice enough to make Higuruma twitch, “I want you now.”
To make him jolt, to make him sigh.
Long, dextrous fingers of his tightening around that vice-like little restraint of his tie shackled around your neck - just the scratchy dig of that velvety fabric into your tender flesh makes you lightheaded.
“I already told ya.” Higuruma’s sighing, sleepy eyes peaking up at where your trembly figure was riding the fucking soul out of him. Or, at least, was supposed to. “Don’t want ya hah- hurtin’ yerself the first time ya take me, don’t want my girl’s pussy sore.”
But what you were aching for right now was him.
Bucking your hips in a stubborn little up and down that makes his thin lips curl, canines bared. Feral. “Fine- slutty angel.”
And you barely have the time to process his words - to process the stinging sensation of his formal office tie constricting around your throat. Before Higuruma’s dragging you down with a thorough flick of his wrist, leveraging the merciless tightrope of his tie to feed your needy cunt inch by fucking inch.
He’s not stopping when you gasp, not even when big, globular bouts of tears lather your lashes dripping wet. Only pulling you to him like some glorified sex toy-
“H-Hiromi-” your clammy palms clasp around his pale, bulging biceps to squeeze. Spine arching at the way his staggering size was opening you so deliciously.
“Mhmmm, m’here m’here. Biiig stretch, isn’t it?” Bouncing those bulky, muscular hips of his with years upon years of practice in battle. And right now you were on the receiving end of his ruthlessness, your pussy lips being smeared agape at the hefty cylindrical shaft being bullied into you. “Easy there, girl. Easy. You can take m-my ngh- big cock.”
And Higuruma barely even had to try to get you all shattered on his cock like this was. Because his cock? The absolute prize of your wettest dreams.
He was so thick and long, nearing nine inches that bumped his throbbing walls in a lewd little massage down your precious treasure trove of sweet spots. That left-leaning angle of his curvature was so droolworthy, meshing a sodden French kiss easily against the bullseye of your g-spot.
But what had you spellbound - what had you so dizzy - right now wasn’t just the stretch. No, it was that tiny, orbing little piercing studded right underneath Higuruma’s deeply indented slit.
“Hey, doin’ ah- good, angel?” The chilling patch of his metal stud wrenching out the cutest little whimpers from your heated mouth, falling further and further slack with every pretty peck. Every tiny swab of his length being overstuffed into you. “Only an inch more- juuust an i-inch more n’ I want ngh- you to milk it for me.”
“M-me?” You’re pointing at yourself, as if there was anyone else here in this heady bedroom.
“Tha’s right-” Blinking away the clingy film of lust surrounding your eyes, you’re finally noticing the air of something instinctually primal in your dear Higuruma’s ravenous gaze. So at odds with the gentle kiss placed onto your prespired forehead. “While I get some hah- work done, angel.”
Your hips tense when he’s reaching out to grab the phone that had been buzzing on the bedside drawer for quite a while now. Only to get jostled into motion once more with a soft swat! planted onto your jiggling ass.
Turning the flashing screen to emblazon your vision with the name, Shiu Kong (Work)
Oh?
Oh.
At your filthy nod, Higuruma’s puffing out a shuddered bout of laughter. Before sliding one fat thumb across the screen and answering, “Hello? Shiu?” Head tilting to the side, another manhandling haul of Higuruma’s massive palm keeps you riding him. “Yeah, I can heh- talk right now.”
“S-so mean–” you’re mumbling, thoroughly not expecting for him to hear and punish another smack! against your ass.
You couldn’t hear the response - you didn’t even realize that the audio could even hear you before he’s babbling on.
“The meeting- Oh, that? Ah, jus’ my lovely wife.” Gasping, because Higuruma hadn’t proposed…yet. And the way he was sidling your gummy cunt with hefty, vicious pound after pound to lose himself - to melt into your unsteady arms - made you think he just might. Soon. “She’s uh…strugglin’ with somethin’ ya see.”
Fuck- he knew exactly how to make you work.
But you knew exactly how to work.
One hand splaying out between the sweaty valley of Higuruma’s plush chest, you’re eyeing with satisfaction as his dark brows raise. Squeezing that overpriced fabric wrapped around his thick fingers to muffled your leaking whimpers - to choke-
Only for his sharp jaw to fall parted, breath hitching when you jerk your fatigued thighs and ride. Deeper. Sloppier. Further and further until with a heaving shudder your ass smacks against his with a ringing pap!
Loud.
Undeniable.
His hefty breeder balls colliding into the jiggling curve of your ass, Higuruma’s massive cock embedding a few perfectly rounded bruises into the back of your pulpy cervix. Streaking a lazy line drawn by his bulbed piercing across each and every sweeping fissure inside you. Once. Twice.
Again and again-
“A-ah, what?” He’s bumbling absent-mindedly into the speaker, and you’ve never seen him sound so shaky before. Deep baritone cracking into a few whimpering cracks towards the end when one of his thumbs swipe your puffed-up pussylips to take a long look at that heavenly sight. “Oh…oh yeah. My wife- sh-she got it…finally.”
And it’s only when you’re drawing out the most whipped splatters of slicked pre, when you’re steadying your precarious hands onto his sculptured biceps and slamming a sloppy cadence. Humming, “Y-yeah. Real cute, isn’t she?”
Only when Higuruma looks like he’s on the very verge of ending the call that you’re musing how Shiu must know already.
That blasphemous question on the very tip of your tongue before Higuruma’s attractive eyes widen, chuckling out at words exchanged over the phone that you couldn’t make out. Yet.
“Oh?” Yeah, Shiu totally knew. Dark eyes boring right into your heart-eyed depths, and when you nod he’s cracking a smile. Pussydrunk. “Mhm, sure, we can videocall.”
Synopsis. First time fitting all of him = first time losing his mind.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, they’re PACKING, making it fit, cervíx kíssing, p talking, p slápping, use of “my wife”, dúmbifícation, BÚLGES, jealousy (Ino), BRÉEDING, true form Sukuna, dp, Shiu cameo, spítting, GOJO’S POWERS, D analysis, chóking, exhíbitíonism (Higuruma), cúmplay, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Tony Claus is here with a biiiig gift for y’all hehehe <3
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8.96 inches
“T-Toooji- why the hell are you s-so big?” And oh, he can’t help but snicker at how you can barely even speak, barely do anything but thrash your quivering legs against the coiling springs of the mattress.
“Yeah yeah, tell me something I don’t know, doll.” Toji’s rolling his half-lidded eyes, swollen hilt plummeting down to French kiss his fat, mushroomy tip with a sappy thwack! at your teary slit. “Besides, m’barely even heh- an inch in.”
Barely even an inch.
Toji can feel his parched mouth just lather in greedy saliva at the oh-so-cute shock slipping its way onto your pretty features. “An i-inch…Toji will it even-”
“Silly girl, ‘course it will.” You’re gasping when one big, beefy arm claws around your boneless thighs to drag you halfway down the bed. Streaking a wet swab down your achy folds - oh, the sheer size difference was so vulgar. It makes him grin, “Because m’gonna make it fit, duh.”
Oh.
That wasn’t a promise - it was uttered like an oh-so-simple fact.
Well, your melty mind supposes, that is what you get for stubbornly claiming that you could “take it all”. Begging.
Over and over for days until your dear Toji had finally snapped. Had finally manhandled your poor self into the meanest of mating presses, giving your sloppy hole a mere savoring taste of the fat circumference of his syrupy pink tip-
“Oi.” Toji’s planting two swats onto the deliriously lolling side of your face. “Better not be f-fucked stupid already after all that talkin’ outta ya slutty pussy, ma.”
Hypnotized head nuzzling the sweat-slicked crook of his neck, your sloppy tongue garbles out a barely-coherent, “I-I’m not- I swear. It’s j-just…”
“J-j-just what?” Toji’s rumbling baritone hitches up into a dramatic high pitch, rounded curvature of his knees opening your trembly thighs up even further.
“Just…”
Only to rummage a good few inches of length past your saccharinely glossy hole. Perfectly left-leaning curve of his shaft swiping down your tender spots and fucking you spellbound. Snickering, “Honestly, just loooove complainin’, don’tcha? Why don’t you ah- beg f’me, instead?”
But you can’t - couldn’t even if you wanted to.
Because Toji was big, to say the least.
Girthy, merciless near-nine inches of him glazed a dripping gloss of precum. And it looked like it pained him to pull out. It pained him to slip and slide a sandwiching kiss of his soft, coral pink underside between your saturated lips. Back and forth back and forth back and-
“C’mon c’mon–” he’s hissing, dark brows knitting together tight. And the way you’re pushing away his sweat-streaked strands of black makes Toji shudder. “Yer my good girl, right? G-gonna take it all like a fucking champ, aren’tcha?”
“I-I will?” You mewl, eyes nervously straying to the way he looked so comically staggering twitching between your legs. Impatient. Red and angry. It made you starved. “I will.”
And oh, Toji would make sure of that.
Making sheer white cloud your vision when he’s letting go of his hefty crownhead to thud! across your quivering hole. Before his toned hips drivel in tiny little gyrations to pump you so full - Toji’s bloated cockhead spearheading you open so solidly. And the stretch-
The stretch.
The globular ends of his shaft mazes between your gluey walls to push you tautly to your limits. His sobbing divot buttering up every forbidden nook and cranny inside you with sappy splotches of pre - you felt so heavy with him halfway inside.
“Ah ahh- Toji– you’re in s-so d-deep-” You’re mindlessly rovering your fingers over to feel for that fattened, cylindrical outline of his nudging further and further up your gummy orifice. Big, pearly tears bead at your eyes and make him grin. “Can feel you right h-here. Dunno if I can take m-”
But in the blink of an eye, your slackened maw is being flooded with such stringy wads of spit. Streaming in a slicked mess from Toji’s curled lips before spattering onto your tastebuds. “If ya can t-take this, then you can take all of me, doll.”
Shrieking at the plummy twitch of his split cockhead swashing another wad of ribbony pre. “R-really?”
“Mhmm, Toji’s always hgh- right.” The fat curves of his fingers smush your mouth closed. To swallow. He swipes away a few speckles at the corner of your pretty mouth, pecking an innocent smooch against your lips to wipe those excess remnants cleanly off. “H…heh- good girl. Now get ready for hah- Toji’s biiig stretch.”
Leisurely swiping down one set of his fingerpads to scissor your puffy pussy lips further and further open. Herculean hips rolling to make you gulp down more more more-
“S-See? Didn’t I hah- say this cute cunt could ngh- take me?” Toji can’t help but crush your pliant body with the weight of his muscular thighs, heaving - practically plastering his sculpted front into yours. “Take this fuckin’ cock- the one you said was too big.”
God, he thinks he could almost laugh - fucking giggle like he was air-headed at how pretty you looked underneath him like this .
Your pupils practically heart-shaped and crossing with every jackhammering roll of his hips, tongue lolling out in a way that makes him spit all over again.
“Mhm- just one more fuckin’ inch now, ma.” Well, more like three - but Toji had the feeling you were too cockdrunk to tell the difference, anyway. And with a sodden slap! against your perked clit, he’s curling a calloused few digits around your throat. “Better take it all now.”
Dragging you - biceps flexing when he manhandles you from your throat to push you down millimeter by millimeter, suck him snugly down your elastic walls. And you didn’t know whether you were lightheaded because of that choking restraint or because of the stretch-
But then…
“Oh- Oh?” And something in Toji’s tone makes you blink your thoroughly glassy gaze to rationality. “Fuck- wait-” Toji gasps, he heaves. Willowy eyes bulging, snarling when he feels his ears pop! “Wait, don’t tell me- m’really…really…”
He was.
Now, Toji never claimed to be an optimist - he never said he was a miracle-worker but fuck- was this real? You were really, really milking all of him? This was what it felt like being buried balls-deep inside you?
God, he could die right now between your legs and still be a happy man.
Because he feels like his entire body has been zapped with a zillion bolts of electricity - like he’s in heaven. Stemming all the way from the lustrous little thwack! of his pulpy tip against your spongy cervix.
“Are- are you all the way inside?” You’re sobbing out, whines clawing at your throat with every smooth whack of Toji’s fattened cock into your goopy depths.
“I…” And Toji wants to answer - he wants to not look like a wordless fool in front of you but he can’t right about now. Scarred lips falling parted, he can barely even breathe right about now. Sharp jaw slacking open into a sexily husky laugh, “Yes. Hah! Atta girl, there we g-go. Knew my girl could ngh- do it.”
“Too big” his ass.
In the lazy blink of your weepy eyes, Toji has the two of your sweat-simmered bodies flipped over. Your own glued to his toned front, nails clawing at his bulging deltoids, head drooping between his cushiony pecs.
Bubbles of spit and pure whines flood your mouth when the massive mountains of Toji’s palms sift underneath your thighs to help you ride. Starting off slow - stumbling - presenting you with languid, tumbling thrusts that shape your fleshy insides to every ridge and curve of his cock.
Roughened digits pushing you down. Even more.
“Now…here comes the fun part tha’s gonna end up with you heh- pregnant, ma.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - 10.25 inches
“Am I…am I really that big?”
If this was anyone other than your dear Nanami you’d have huffed at that subtle brag of a question - but Nanami wasn’t bragging. And he wasn’t aware of just how much that simply sopping slide of his blushing shaft into your gooey depths was splitting you apart.
“Y-yes–” you’re mewling out, tangling your fingers with his thick ones to trek them all over your stuffed lower tummy. And Nanami gasps at the bloated nudge of his fat tip against your buttery walls. The outline. That you can feel from the outside. The curvature of his greedy thumb smearing down the mushy rounded edges tenderly. “S’like m’gonna hngh- break.”
Stern lips puckering up to kiss away the pearly tears that lather your fluttery lashes, he’s rumbling from the back of his throat. “Shhh…if you c-can’t, my love, then we can always-”
“Noooo-” God, Nanami loved to see that smack mouth of yours wobble with a few breaking whines, falling into a soft oh! when your squirmy hips shuffle a ravenous few gulps of more and more of his inches. “Want it- want it all.”
“Are you sure, darling? M’only halfway in right now.”
Nodding - nodding and nodding because you’ve never wanted anything more. A simpering trailway of drool sloshes from the slackened corner of your mouth when he’s slapping his weepy cockhead in two nice slaps into your extra sweet orifices.
He was long and thick - unfairly so. Equipped with heavy breeder balls that thump! thump! thumped against your thighs in the same needy rhythm as your heartbeat. Messy. The tannish blushing divot on his mushroomy tip barely even having to try to sugarcoat your goopy depths with a sweltering hot few splotches of creamy pre-
“Then…” Nanami’s wrenching you out of your cockdrunk little daydreams, and you’re faced with his utterly loving gaze. “You can hah- hold my hand- squeeze it if it gets too…much, my love.”
As if you ever would tap out.
Because the stretch was so addictive.
Every single one of his shuddering drives making your dewy eyes sprint all the way hidden at the back of your lids. The exact degree of his arch having you let off a few keens, legs thrashing with the depraved kiss of his sappy cockhead against your g-spot.
“Hey hey-” Nanami’s slanting his mouth over the rivulets upon rivulets of cold sweat beading at your forehead. And in turn you desperately crane upwards to kiss his plush pecs. “Remember what we talked about hngh- before?”
“Y-yes. Simple breathing techniques ah-” you’re crying out as he sneaks in a good swab down your slippery walls. “S’best to oh! Take slow, d-deep…long breaths to relax.”
Nanami chuckles out at your whiny little emphasis, every slow breath of yours helping his dexterous fingers guide that hooked bend of his knotted cock to bump into your treasured spots. Deeper. “Mhmm– good girl, relax. What else?”
“A-and- focus on one part of your ah- body t-to-” You can feel your weepy cunt pulse – thoroughly full and just about all that you could focus on. Inch by fucking inch disappearing. “-to boost awareness and…relax.”
Yeah, certainly enough for Nanami to tut when your glutinous pussylips tack on even tighter around him to halt his merciless pathway.
“Hate to see ya strugglin’, darling. Hold on t-tight-” Nanami’s blond brows simmer with a fresh sheen of perspiration at the tiny resistance. Strong arms dredging your useless legs up onto his broad shoulders. Indenting circular bruises with just how hard your heels were digging in. But oh, he doesn’t care. Doesn’t give a shit if it hurt - instead, planting a sweet few pecks at your ankles. “Because s’a bit of a biiiig stretch.”
He’s hiking one athletic thigh up even higher, adonis-like muscles flexing when Nanami arches his back and bends you easily in half.
Sweetly toying a few circular brushes of his fat thumb against your neglected clit. You’re at the utter mercy of the deepening angle walloping his crownhead into your spongy cervix. Dragging his wet tip in a saccharine few ribbons of velvety pre, you’re being absolutely flooded with the sheer size of him. With all of him-
“I-is it all in?” You’re sobbing out, only for Nanami to stray his hypnotized eyes accordingly downwards and gasp.
“S’all in- ohhhh s’all in- my perfect, perfect girl.” Nanami’s regal nose crinkles with sheer bliss, condensely fogged-up glasses leering further and further down his nosebridge. “N’ s’like y-you’re gonna be hngh- split apart, darling.”
And it felt like it.
Like Nanami was trying to mold your rubbery cunt into the exact shape of him, sticky kisses of his tight balls making you shy. To make sure with every bruising circumference of his overfed tip that you won’t forget him. Forget his size.
“G-gonna hafta get this pretty pussy hngh- used ta me.” He’s tilting his head down at that addictive image of your slurping pussy greedily sucking up every drilling jackhammer, every gyration, every grind just to watch the way your eyes bulge when he’s probing deeply into your cervix. “Jus’ hafta hngh- fuck her to the sh-shape of my cock oh!”
Every clingy squeeze of your gluey walls felt like you were doing that exact thing, and Nanami can’t help but let his toned hips poke languidly into your slicked g-spot. Sloshing a few tender dabs when he’s latching his mouth around your ankles to bite. To worship.
And it makes you sob. It makes you moan. It makes you cum - gasping in surprise at the sudden crash of your high, legs locking around Nanami’s thick neck.
You’re feeling limp - your eyes half-shuttering to a close at the flurries of stars in your vision. Barely even able to breathe let alone register the simpering smile plastering all over Nanami’s face when he locks your ankles behind his head with one ravenous hand.
Still moving. Still aching.
“My love…” He’s starting off. Low. Promising. You’re being gifted with a slow, slow filth of a kiss, still having his pretty lips sucking on your tongue when he hums. “Don’t think I’ve molded you ta my ngh- cock jus’ yet.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - 9.54 inches
It’s been hours now - hours.
Hours of Geto cracking open your trembly legs to mouth over that glossy wetness between them, making out with your slobbery pussy for ages until you were still dizzy with the slow tangle of his soft tongue against your treacly clit.
Still feeling the aftershocks of your nth orgasm when he’s flooding out a few viscous spurts of cum that slop between your pursed pussy lips. Gleaming sultry little lip-stain that he’s oh-so-unashamedly swabbing along a few fingers.
“Hmmm, now this won’t do–” Geto’s popping those slender digits into his mean mouth, snickering at the awe-struck little gasp you’re letting off. “Ain’tcha embarrassed to be th-this fucked n’ I’ve only put the tip in, gorgeous?”
He was so unfair.
Dark brows marrying together sexily when he’s spending a sloppy few seconds pretending to think, “Whaddaya think? Can you ah- take me even when you’re being this full?”
And full you were - being teased over and over again. Fucked with only the hefty, globular curve of his pretty, pierced cockhead until your poor pussy was frosted with a thick, creamy lather of Geto’s seed. Trickling between your legs and splotching over where you were hovering over his muscular thighs, bouncing with your precarious seated position.
Huffing, one hand of yours grapples onto the mountainous terrain of Geto’s sculpted deltoid. The other curling around his pale, sweat-slicked throat in a way that made him drool. “Been w-wantin’ all of ya you, all this ngh time, Sugu–”
SMACK!
“Speakin’ out of turn is rude, y’know?” Geto soothes over the swatted imprints of his fingers on your ass. Before rovering down, down, down, to dredge out the most sinful slurps when he slides one greedy index over your sodden slit. “Right? N’ we were havin’ such a ngh- good conversation.”
That cold studded Prince Albert on Geto’s blushing mushroom tip skims between your pussyflaps, feeding you inch by fucking inch until he stopped just past the tip. As usual.
“Hmmm, what’s this?” Pointedly ignoring your broken little whines in favor of guiding his trekking fat crown to bump that metallic piercing against your gooey sweet spots. To bruise. “Ya want more? Heh, so filthy how ya think ngh- more with this pussy than that pretty lil’ head of yours, gorgeous.”
“You’re the filthy one, Suguru–” you’re whimpering, fingers digging even tighter around his throat at the rude smirk on his pretty face. And you can’t stop yourself - you can’t help yourself - when your hips shiftily sink deeper. And deeper.
“W-woah-” Geto’s puffy breaths hiccup, before clearing his throat into one stray hand. “I-I mean- fuck! Can see it from the outside.”
Indeed, he could.
You were so fucking pretty sat upon him like this, with your slobbery pussy weaving out squelching rivulets of cum. Your chest heaving in a way that makes Geto’s mouth water, his eyes locked on that lecherous little bulge where he was scouring a pathway to your very womb.
He’s giggling - delirious and drunk. “What a cute lil’ pussy- s-sooo fuckin’ tight. Feels like m’gonna break ya…h-heh.”
And it’s only when you stutter, when our drizzling jaw shudders open with a cracking Sugu– that he lets his eyes rip away. His hips jutting upwards with a pressurized push-
“Awww, my gorgeous girl struggling to take this hah- big cock? Wanna take it all but you can’t?” With a rough hand latched onto your waist, Geto fucks up into you so tauntingly, rigorous little pushes and pulls that pump you spellbound. And he’s viciously thumping open your sappy pussylips, mouth drying up at the sight of those silvery sploshes of cum. “Y’know m’not gonna fit if ya don’t relax, girl.”
“I-I am relaxing-” you’re bawling out, head lolling backwards at the utter stretch. It was ridiculous, and your blood curdles with just how good it felt.
Because Geto was so thick. Girth more intimidating than any toy you’ve ever even seen, such a pretty blushing beige. Pricked with one chilling silvery stud at his tip and then another at his bulky hilt, right after the ends of his neat happy trail - one that you oh-so-desperately wanted to reach.
“Liar.” He’s snapping - snarling.
Making you flinch at the lurch of something dark and hot swimming in Geto’s half-lidded eyes. Long, dark lashes batting innocently up at you when he’s lacing two sets of readied fingers on top of your sweat-dampened head and pushing. “W-wait, Sugu what are you-”
“This pussy is s-soo much more ah- honest…aren’tcha?” And it takes only one more final rapid swat at your gloopy cunt, one wet strike of Geto’s round-tipped fingers before he’s bulldozing you downwards. “Hm, bite on this.”
He’s presenting you his toned arm - mercy.
Your teeth mindlessly clamping onto his awaiting forearm, gurgles of moans and screams concocting together as your hips buck- Losing your nervous footing to finally plant a pretty peck of your glossed pussy lips against his toned base, to finally have his orbed piercing nudge your throbbing clit.
And he was big - so, so big that you couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe at the sodden stripes of his pulpy cockhead etched into what felt like your lungs.
With a soggy pah! you’re letting his arm go, kissing over the sunken indents of your teeth across his flesh.
“O-oh-” Moans upon moans are tumbling out of your mouth before you even realize, and you can’t help the way that your hips are bustling up and down in a filthy cadence. “I-It feels so…”
Alternating between the sloppiest drags up and down up and down his thickened length and lazy swivels that result in fat drags of Geto’s piercing onto the mushiest parts of your clit. He was so fucking big that your fatigued legs could barely even bounce up to his uprightly curved tip.
“Yeahhh? F-feels nice havin’ me all ngh- inside ruinin’ your cunt, huh?” Geto’s leaning his body further backwards to take in every single detail of you. One arm bounding behind his head and making his biceps flex, the other helping manhandle your needy hips. And you swear you hear his voice falter, you swear you could hear his teasing baritone crack into a whine. “Look how ah- well she’s takin’ me- don’tcha think I deserve a lil’ r-reward, gorgeous?”
Ah, of course he does.
And as soon as you’re craning your head forwards, you feel the sudden twitch of his swollen tip colliding against your cervix. Gushing in ribbony strings of pre when you pry open Geto’s pretty mouth and spit-
“Messy girl.” He’s swiping away that purposeful little splatter of translucent saliva pooling at the corner of his sappy mouth. Swallowing. “Hope ya know m’gonna be doin’ the ngh- same with my cock riiiiight…” Before trailing that very same finger up, up, up to draw an invisible line at the bullseye of your womb. “-here.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - 8.20 inches
“Jus’ need the ah- tip, pretty baby–” Choso’s begging - pleading from his splayed-out position spooning you - and he’s fucking his fat, ruddied cockhead into you desperately. Animalistically. Like it’ll be the last time - when in fact it’s the first. Ever.
Slurring out a drawling few squelches from your overstuffed pussy, the way you’re glistening all your lustrous volumes of slick down his generous length makes Choso simply keen. Hulking body breaking out with shivers once your nails scrape against his sweat-lathered scalp.
“But I want more, Cho-” That sullen pout of yours is enough to drive him wild. To bump up at least once more of his inches out of a staggering eight past your gooey ring of muscle, molding your entrance to that girthy bend of him. “Y-you’re so fuckin’ big n’ I want it all.”
Oh.
Oh.
“Y-you shouldn’t say those ngh- things when s’my first time–” he’s scrunching his brows adorably shyly, one strong palm lifting your trembly thigh even higher to eye the teary trail of cum he’d left off just earlier from simply putting it inside. “Don’ wanna have a ngh- r-repeat of that.”
How cute.
Choso was so embarrassed that his precious pink blush was reaching all the way from his regal cheeks, down to his bustling tip. Messy and angry.
You’d heard that it was always the quiet ones - and Choso was hung to a T. The expansive swollen outline of his rock-hard cock smearing against your elastic walls in a way that felt permanent. Your poor pussy was swallowing up so many copious inches again and again and it felt like Choso always had more to give.
His long length guides a sultry bash against your puffy g-spot, spearheading your gluey walls to mold around his size like butter. Swirling such voluminous heaps of cum that layer him in creamy rings.
“M’being serious, baby-” you’re purring, silken sweet tone of your voice making Choso gasp. Handsome cheeks burning bright red when he’d faced your greedy gaze over one shoulder. “I-it feels so good ngh- you’re in so deep.”
Choso’s coral pink lip wobbles delicately, face flushing your favorite shade of red. “M-me? Don’t even know how to hngh! use it…r-really? Me? But m’just a virgin-”
“Was a virgin, baby-” You’re correcting him, deft fingers nimbling through his soft locks to pull. And it’s enough to make Choso rut- enough to make his reddening hips shovel even harder. “N’ no need to be so shy. You’re so big you might’ve ngh- jus’ ruined everyone f’me.”
And oh.
Choso can feel his mind shatter, powerful hips working overtime to plunge another sappy stroke that thuds against your g-spot. Deeper. And deeper. You’re half-wondering whether he even realized that he was way, way past “just the tip” now.
Nah…definitely too pussydrunk to.
He’s sucking on your kiss-bitten lips like his favorite sugar-coated candy, whimpering out. “G-good. Don’ want you f-for ngh- anyone else.” And you swear you’re catching his doe-eyes dew over with a veil of tears. “Want you to be mine.”
Grinning - cockdrunk, heart-eyed. “Already am.”
And that extended to that greedy cunt of yours.
Of course, it did. Why wouldn’t it?
Choso’s on the very verge of sobbing to himself about why he didn’t do this much, much sooner when his dextrous palms smear open the drool-worthy globes of your ass to sneak a long, mouthwatering eyeful of your stuffed pussy.
He’s so filthy. So urgent skimming two fat thumbs over to spy the way his fattened cock was disappearing between your soppy pussy lips. Fat and heavy, bullying in solid squeezed into your comparatively tiny opening.
And the sight makes him grunt, “S-such a pretty pussy. Could fuckin’ worship her heheh. I hope you don’t ngh- mind, baby, if I…”
Oh, and you didn’t mind.
Didn’t have a mind coherent enough to think at all when Choso has to scissor your slick-flooded hole open with his thorough digits to be able to fit in the rest of his raw length. Saturated, solid ruts pushing past your tiny resistance - your poor entrance being stretched further and further with his circumference.
He has to - he needs to because the stretch was so cozily tight. So sinful. Rubbing his ridged veins down the treacly sides of yours walls, you’re being stuffed to the brim.
His spattering seed glomping out of you and creating such a fucking mess. Helping Choso slip and slide his thighs to engulf your own.
“Pretty pussy…ohhh what a pretty pussy.” He’s hissing to himself - slurring like an intoxicating mantra. Your honeyed squelches were so loud, answering him practically. “Baby, I want you…need you. Need you to take it allll up inside, m’kay?”
And you can only manage out a stream of dripping wet gasps puffing hotly from between your candied lips, shivering at the honeyed drip of his thick crownhead mussing up the sploshes of cum seated inside you. “G-gonna take it- ah-don’t miss, Choso–”
“I’d never.” But the one thing he might do is be rendered utterly stupid when that cylindrical shaft of his plunges impossibly deep into your gooey orifice. As deep as it would go. As deep as he could give.
And you swear that Choso stops breathing for a full few seconds once he first bottoms out. Still regaining the blurring vision in your gaze with how you felt fit to burst, you’re opening your mouth with slight concern-
“Th-this…feels so heavenly- fuck! Why does it feel so heavenly?” Choso sounds so genuinely awestruck. Scared. Words dripping with the slight tremble of an exhilarated giggle when his sopping tip curves its way to thud! against your cervix. “I- woah th-this doesn’t feel like my fist at all.”
And every slight bit of recoil makes Choso tut, makes him plant pound after pound onto your battered cunt until you see stars. He was fucking you like he hated you - and babbling pussydrunkenly like he loved you.
You’re mewling through bliss-lathered tears, “D-does it feel good, baby?”
Oh, Choso really did love you.
“I…I’m fucking you-” he’s breathing out. “I-I’m really fucking you and…”At your encouraging little coos, Choso only swelters with a wafting red blush. Buttony divot at the very ends of his achy cock twitching with a promising squeeze of his hefty, full balls. “...can we hold hands as I cum?”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 13.3 inches
Nice - the cursed king of curses said he was going to be nice. But if this was his way of being “nice” then you didn’t-
“Tch, that pretty lil’ head of yours scrambled already, brat?” That gruff, rumbling little scolding from underneath you makes you jolt, winding sparks of electricity sprinting down your perfectly arched spine when Sukuna’s punishing your brimful cunt with a sloppy smack!
Such a sleazy grin overtaking his sexy features at the stunned expression on your face, he’s bouncing his adonis-like knees to jostle your greedy hips up and down up and down up and-
“Can’t ngh- talk now, huh?” Sukuna’s tittering out, a few more numerous swats upon swats being pounded upon your bulging cunt. And the syrupy squelch! emanating from down below is enough to make him groan. Brows knitting, teeth sharp when he grins. “Honestly, woman- aren’tcha used to that stretch by now?”
Fuck- it would be impossible to get used to such a ridiculous size.
Sukuna’s towering height of seven feet translating into matching cocks that make you gape, your drunken maw parting stupidly open when his twin swollen lengths plunge up into your goopy depths. Reckless. Rude. Your felt like he was fucking open sweet nooks and crannies that you never even knew existed.
That vulgar size difference was everything.
Because he was so girthy - wisps of precum slathering like torrents against your clingy walls. Tautly pulled over thick thirteen inches - and not just one, two of them - that were making you whine-
“B-but-”
“Ah ah-” Sukuna’s cutting you off, sugary tips pecking a hollowing little smooch of his candy-coated pre against that spot in a way that makes you shut up. “Can’t forget our manners now hngh- can we? Raise yer hand when ya talk to the king.”
And it was a joke…partially. It was something to make your beautiful features scrunch up in that adorable pout of yours - not something to make you wrench one trembly hand upwards and listen to him.
“S-s’not my fault-” you’re huffing out, your wondrous hands roaming all down those sinful curves and dips of Sukuna’s muscles thereafter. Resting on their favorite place at the fleshy mounds of his pecs to squeeze. “You’re just so big.”
Rolling his eyes, you’re being angled so that his oversized second tongue can press a dripping smooch against your plump clit.
“Compliments aren’t gonna g-get me to be any hngh- nicer, mama- C’mon you know that.” And he’s sure to make it so that you never forget if the merciless few more thwack! of his five fat fingerpads down your teary slit were to say anything. “M’already bein’ nice letting you ride me.”
And ah, he’d never admit how pretty you looked like this.
With your sappy cunt stretched wiiiide open over his bumpy cocks, your entire body lathered in sweat and sheer need when he’s sinking in a few more bulky inches. Puffing your pussy lips up until you were about halfway down his raw, red cocks.
“But ah…yer right about one thing.” Sukuna titters and the flurries of emotions that overtake your absolutely fucked-out face. Head lolling to the side when you’re trying to remember what you even said. Cute. “Lemme heh- jog that memory o’ yours, brat.”
And it was such a blessing - or a curse - that Sukuna had four arms. Four massive, strong arms that were busying themselves with driving you wild.
Two of them caressing the sultry curve of your hips, manhandling you up and down all his copious inches with all the dignity of a ragdoll. A third clawing on top of your cottony-filled head and forcing you to look- to spy where his fourth hand was.
Sharp, blackened nail of his burly index tapping those ringed tattoos at his inner thighs. “See these?” Doesn’t matter if you didn’t because Sukuna was making your cockdrunk head motion out a nod for him anyway. “Well- then see these?”
Oh, you had to crane your head - you had to stop your condensed gasp from dripping out of your mouth when he’s swiping his fingers across those matching black rings tattooed around the very hefty hilts of his cocks.
Neat. Stark against unruly tufts of pink. Lacquered with a glistening layer of your sweet, sweet juices.
“Gotta take it ah- allll the way until there, got it?” Sukuna muses, plummy split-ends of his shafts pummeling even harder against the gumdrop sponge of your walls. Very same finger drawling lazily up, up, up until he was drawing a smug line across way past the middle of your tummy. “So get r-ready for a biiiig stretch, mama.”
And it wasn’t just the stretch - not even the double stretch - triple. Triple the invasive rummages inside your snug channel when Sukuna’s swirling his large secondary tongue to lap up every sliver and every bead of slick slobbering from your cunt.
Sloshing a gleaming trailway down the very middle of his rosette tastebuds so lewdly when Sukuna grits against the resistance, hips pushing and pushing-
“Ah- ah!” Your hips are like a pendulum still deciding between swallowing up more more more and running away. “I-I don’t think it’ll ngh- dunno if I can t-take any…”
“Nuh uh, no running away.” Sukuna’s greedy hands devour every naked inch of you to stuff you full, tongue working overtime to push open that elastic entrance to your pretty cunt. He knew you could finally take it all. He knew. And he was going to do it. “Made yer bed- now- lie- in it-”
There’s a deafening pap! of your body glissading into his when with a final, determined thrust, Sukuna’s bottoming out. Your pussy lips smooching both his sexy circular tattoos with their first-ever kiss. For the first time in a thousand years. For the first time in his life-
This is what it feels like - this is what it looks like.
You were so stuffed past the brim that you could feel your pressurized ears pop! White-hot pleasure flashing behind your lids when your mouth opens with a raw shrill.
“So? S’it feel good bein’ all ruined inside?” He’s tittering - choking on rude little whimpers threatening to spill from his even ruder lips.
“Yes- please it f-feels so…”
And then you’re cumming.
“Oh? Cummin’ already just from taking that cock you said was hngh- t-toooo fuckin’ big?” He leaves a few ravenous bites over the tender crook of your neck. “What a heh- slutty cunt o’ mine.”
Sukuna’s realizing before you when his hips rut upwards into the tight fit to pound you through your high, over and over slapping his heavy cockheads against every tiny geyser of an orifice. Until you felt like you were about to burst-
“O-ohhh look at that gorgeous ngh- bulge.” Sukuna’s voice bleeds its way into a whimper - whimper. And if any other curse saw that heart-eyed filter in his gaze, the way his smile grows simpering, then they’d faint. “Almost makes me think of something…else.”
You, all round and glowing - and not just from the thorough rummage of his dual shafts messing up your poor insides. Outlined with thick cylindrical bumps forming their way at your precious womb.
The sight is enough to make Sukuna’s heavy-handed cockheads glaze your mushy cervix with a few ribbony spurts of pre. Flooding. Overspilling. Enough do that he’s digging in a thumb hard to feel for the soppingly wet thwack! of those volumes of velveteen splatters.
Murmuring, “Y’know…how do ya feel about the curses getting an ah- new heir, brat? And their very own queen.”
♡ INO TAKUMA - 7.64 inches
“Shhhh, jus’ an inch more- only an i-inch, pretty.” Ino’s heaving, his plummy, split-ended cockhead gushing out a lazy few rivulets of syrupy pre down your sappy slit. “I know that you can do it…take s’more f’me?”
“I-I want to-” you’re gasping out, legs wrangling an even tighter grip around the slender curve of your beloved boyfriend’s toned hips. Mashing his ridged washboard abs against the sensitive backs of your thighs, “But I don’t know if it’ll fit…”
You say that but you can already feel the way your elastic cunt was constricting and molding to the exact sinful curvature of Ino’s swollen cock. Wanting more more more-
But how could you not?
He was so unfairly pretty - fat, burling inches that rummaged your insides with a sugary layer of sloshing precum. It’s like his plump tip was bawling with every smack! down your puckering pussylips, reddening with an innocent flush that matched his cute cheeks.
“I want it- no, need it to ah- g-go all the way inside-” Ino’s panting begs stumble into your deliriously open maw, the slick gyrations of his tongue tasting you. Savoring. Ringed fingers splayed out and pressing down hard onto the heaving surface of your tummy. “-need everyone t-to know how I’ve ngh- ruined ya for them.”
It’d only taken one sneaking glance at the way some loser at your work was a little too close, a little too…flirty. Simply one spark of that green-eyed monster inside him for Ino to all but drag you home and bend you into such a mean mating press.
His pummeling hips even meaner. Babbling with every dousing swab of his fattened cockhead probing into your goopy depths. Pushing and pushing. “W-wanna be good f’you, y’know? Wanna be…yours.”
“Ngh- s-sweet-talker-” You’re spitting out, heart lurching oh-so-traitorously at the little blush dusting its merry way all over Ino’s handsome cheeks. He’s ready to burst into flames when you’re hiccuping, “Fuck me, baby- with all of you.”
Those words are barely out of your mouth - the thought barely even registering in Ino’s fuzzy scribble of a brain right now before he’s tugging his hips back a sodden inch and sinking in.
“Mhmmm- don’t worry, pretty-” Ino’s gruffing, scorching beads of sweat forming a dotty mosaic over his blissed-out features. “-Taku’s gonna make it fit- h-heh, yeahhhh m’gonna make it ngh- fit-” So snug that he can’t pound into the way he wants you. Huffing at the resistance, he’s latching onto your peaked clit with a pointed pinch. “-or m’gonna die trying hah.”
A promise - well and fully intended to be made true.
Abs flexing with every tight little grind that whacks against your sweetened spots, short. Punctuating. Harder and harder until you’re hearing a watery pap! and Ino’s finally - finally - driving you overwhelmingly full with the ruthless dab of his angry, peach-pink shaft impaling open your deepest insides.
“O-oh.” Ino’s breathing out, chestnut eyes bulging out almost comically at the sloppy trawl of his rock-hard cock in and out. “It fit- it…it actually fit. Mhm- s’that too big for ya, pretty?”
And Ino loved your smart mouth - he loved whatever honeyed syllable would drivel from your pretty lips. But seeing you like this - gasping, and fucked oh-so-dumb on his cock - Ino thinks that he could cum right here and now.
“R-right now?” Your breath hitches, chest heaving to steady your gulping inhales. Impossible with the way that his girthy, rotund cockhead was skimming against what felt like your lungs.
But oh, you weren’t the only one with your sanity dancing away from you with every plunging jackhammer. Ino looked so ruined - his pretty eyes doeing down till they were almost closed, drizzles upon drizzles of drool flooding out and slicking down his mouth, hanging pathetically open when he’s realizing-
Shit, did he say that out loud?
Oh, well.
“And so wh-what?” Ino’s huffing out - meant to be much more smug than the pouty whine it actually came out as. Lower lip wobbling out in a watery way, “Wanna fill ya u-up until yer overspilling, sweetness- until I can’t hahah- fit again.”
He’s making such a sappy mess down there as if already fulfilling those promises. One clammily prespired hand latching around your throat to crane your neck into a tender kiss.
“Wanna fuck a b-baby into ya- ngh- fuck ya until they know I did it-” He’s snarling - alabaster canines beared in a giggle. “Till they s-see you all ah- round and glowing and see me me me me- that coworker’s gonna know that I-I did that. That I fucked you s-so full.”
Heavy thighs planting flat onto the cushiony mattress, and from the woozy corner of your eye you’re spotting a few bedcoils spring brokenly upwards. “Gonna gimme that, aren’tcha?” He’s breathing. Begging. Eyes fuzzy with a heavy clingfilm of utter loving that he was bestowing upon you with every pap! pap! pap! “Make me a dad, mama?”
Ah, just as you do - Ino plants a gliding thwack! against your g-spot so hard that it makes your eyes criss-cross with utter pleasure. Tumbling into your orgasm headfirst and dragging your dear Ino with it, too.
Each peaked crevice of your high being followed by the wettest slap of his lathering cum into your most tenderized spots, fucking his seed into you so viciously that you feel bloated. Eyes drooping fatiguely, your nails dragging red, red patterns down his rigorously flexing back.
It was heaven.
You can’t think of anything but the slow puddle of viscous seed dribbling from between your slippery slit, nothing but how full you felt. Barely even noticing the creaking protests of the bedframe that was suspiciously sagging from one end.
Broken.
And when Ino’s blinking his vision back - letting his mouth drool at the sloppy slosh of his ribbony sap clinging around him like a second skin - the only thing he can utter is a low, “S-so…I don’t think we’ve ngh- made our son just yet.”
♡ GOJO SATORU - 11.01 inches
“Aw c’mooon, my girl. Too big- s’too big, riiight?” Fuck- it was. And Gojo already knew with every cocky snicker that wafted over the back of your neck like an oven. He’s plumping his lips down your spine in a sleazy kiss. “Jus’ admit it n’ I might play…nice.”
As if.
The strongest would never play nice when he had you like this.
When he had his fat, strawberry pink tip French kissing your gluey walls so open. Bumping up against your precious insides to indent every ridge and curvaceous vein against your overstuffed pussy - so staggeringly full. But he still wasn’t done. Barely.
So ridiculously long and pretty - a size to match up that mean ego of his. Eleven inches? He didn’t even have to try to drive you insane.
Gojo was flushed the most candied palettes of pink and red, all the way up to his thickened base. Slender fingers curling dexterously around the white tufted hilt to slowly empty out thick drags of buttery pre just past your throbbing g-spot. “Unless ya want-” Inching ever-so-sinfully closer. “-more?”
It was just a little tease - really, it was. Something to make your cute pout jut out, and your gooey insides clench.
But what Gojo didn’t expect was for thick, viscous droplets of saliva to splatter from between your lips at the sheer mind-numbing stretch. Babbling out into the spit-lathered mess of a pillow. “I- I want- ngh- Toru…”
“Yes yes, your dear Toru is hah- here.” And shit, he can’t help but saddle a strong forearm around your neck to hoist your lolling head upwards in a rude headlock. Making such a mess of glimmering dribble seep into the bulging bicep around your neck. You’re feeling the sappy drag of his long tongue down those puddled splatters of spittle, “Talk to me…tell me…complain about how big I am- I know you want to.”
You’re gasping when he’s leaving a pretty stinging smack! against your treacly cunt, muscular thighs shuffling against your own like a second skin. “I want…”
Every garbling syllable of your pretty voice making him twitch. Depraved. “Mhm—?”
“All of it- More.”
More?
CRASH!
Shit- maybe if you were in any better state of mind you’d have noticed how the flickering yellow lamp at your bedside shatters into a zillion pieces. And how Gojo was much the same.
Slamming one dexterous free palm down onto the already-splintered headboard, you’re catching it crack underneath his vice-like clasp when Gojo hitches his breath and pushes. Wordless. Keening. Mean maw slacking parted with a low ah! ah! ah! at the sweltering hot pulse of his ever-hardening cock.
“S-Satoru did you just get-” bigger. It’s the word you can’t bring yourself to utter even if you wanted to - because Gojo’s swatting his doughy palm to entrap your whiny words.
Hiding your watery sobs when his engorged dick ravines past the adhesive-like grip of your slick-flooded entrance to perk up even harder.
Rasping, “Shhhh sh sh- Another word outta you n’ m’gonna cum.” Entire herculean body hitching - shuddering - to pin you to the velvety sheets like he was practically melting into you. You’re sandwiched into the sweaty glissade of his rugged washboard abs. Jolting at the miniscule lightnings of blue that bolt from his lazily lidded eyes, “Tell me how badly ya want the hngh- biiiig stretch, sweetheart.”
So embarrassing, “I-I want the…biiig stretch, Satoru.”
He’s humming with utter delight, “Louder- more.”
“Please.” Legs kicking in impatience, “I want it- w-want your hck! biiig stretch, Toru. Want it so bad-”
“Then, b-brace yourself…heh.”
Something’s cracking - breaking - only hours and hours later do you realize that it’s your poor mahogany bedframe underneath Gojo’s utter strength.
Knuckles whitening when one sickly sweet rut has his toned abs careening into your mounds of flesh. And that tight little bout of resistance makes him stutter out a hiss, teeth clenching. “Christ, s’fuckin’ tight- n-need more.”
You words had done such a number on him.
And Gojo wanted more - needed it. More more more-
With a sopping pap! Gojo’s sludging his hefty length out from your elastic hole, purposefully peaking his inflated veins against those treasure troves of your tender spots. Emanating out such a sinful squelch! of wiry slick-filled slurps the moment his globular crownhead is popping out of your gooey cunt.
“L-look downwards, my girl-” he’s mumbling, tongue slurring those pesky little whines into his words. And oh, Gojo himself can’t bear to spy his ravenous gaze down below because of that dangerous little high building up at his tight, nudging balls. Can’t bear to do anything but let his sapphire gaze droop half shut.
Tumbling your head down, “Toru what do you- oh!”
Gojo was so fucking needy. That mouthwateringly sculptured arm around your neck taking its second favorite position to warp around his sweltering hot cock and squeeze.
You can only watch when he’s beading out wispy little ropes of precum that gloss your pussy lips a creamy white. Connecting delicate little ropes of your sweet, sweet juices to his bawling cockhead.
It was soiling his hand ivory, his wrist, his cloudy happy trail - he was being so messy.
“Yeah- see this? Take a loooong hah- hard look, sweetheart. Yer gonna take this entire c-cock, m’kay–?” Gojo’s nuzzling his sweat-glimmered cheek down your down, stray strands of white sticking to your skin. Pumping his fist harder - harder. He’s scooping up a syrupy few dredges of sap to poke into your awe-struck mouth, “Gonna take i-it all. No matter how big- mhm?”
You’re whining when his intimidating length nestles between your thighs and pulses, the very brim of his curved tip swiping a sweltering hot drag of pre about half-way down your tummy. The size difference looked so sinful.
And you’re barely nodding - barely whimpering out a polite yes, please - before your mind shatters with the feeling of being split-apart. With every hidden nook and cranny caverning your sloppy pussy being stretched to the max.
“Yeah- yeah yeah c’mon-” Gojo’s begging. Pearly white teeth digging into his pulpy lower lip when his blushing shaft fringes down your clingy walls. “Go inside- fit- please- need ta give m-my girl everythin’.”
Needed - not wanted.
Gojo doesn’t even have to try for his left-leaning curve to locate your most coveted spots, spurting out waterfalling little geysers of slick from between your thighs with every gulping inch.
“Oh- oh mmpf!” You’re mewling when his furious divot mashes into your nearby g-spot. Easily. Too easily that you’re half-wondering whether he’s using his Six Eyes. “It’s s-shoo deep.”
You’re being jostled in a sultry dance back and forth when Gojo’s planting rummaging pound after pound just to fit inside. The slamming smack! smack! smack! of his muscular thighs imprinting against the backs of yours fucking out each and every coherent thought out of your mind.
And with absolutely no hesitation, he’s skimming numerous buzzing fingertips from one hand over to toy around your clit and pinch. Barely even realizing the startling spark of jujutsu that makes you yelp-
“Toru- wh-what did we say about…” Shrilling shrieks withering away on your tongue when- what were you complaining about again? Gojo’s incredible inches sheath their cozy way into your gummy cunt - fully. “O-oh.”
Oh was right.
Because he had finally bottomed-out. Finally. Gasping at the sudden thud! of those ladder-like abs smooching the pretty curve of your ass. The bouncing recoil of his swollen cockhead against your pulpy cervix. Gojo can’t help but run his hands over your jiggling flesh to make sure - to register that this was real.
Having your slobbery pussy wrapped around every needy inch of him? This must be a dream.
He’s struggling to catch his breath, gulps sounding high. Thumbing apart your sodden pussyflaps, Gojo’s rich baritone hitches adorably. “You- yer really m-milkin’ my entire fuckin’ cock…”
Bleary eyes snapping open and veering pathetically cross-eyed, Gojo’s snowy brows scrunch achingly together when both stumbling hands latch onto your waist and pounces a harsh thrust. Thickened, hefty balls swatting your clit heavily. Once. Twice.
And the third - barely even a swirling gyration of his slicked-up cock drilling into the spongy flesh of your cervix before he cums. Cums and cums so hard that it feels like copious orgasms upon orgasms piling all into one.
Feeling like he was bursting - just like the wreckage of generators across all twenty-three special wards in Tokyo this very second. Electricity flickering, Gojo’s eyes glowing, and you two don’t even notice the way the bed crashes! down onto the carpeted floors as if it had been hovering a slight inch.
“W-wait tha’s cheating-” he’s puffing out furiously, but he can’t stop. Luscious ounces of seed gumdropping out from his divot to laminate your poor cervix - no doubt battered and bruised at this point. A fat thumb of his caps your leaky slit with the voluminous dredges of splattering cum gushing haplessly out of you. “This is s’pposed to s-stay inside, sweetheart.”
It was too much - you were overfilled to the very brim of your glistening pussy folds.
But Gojo didn’t sound upset - not in the slightest.
No, in fact, he was smiling.
Cerulean pupils molding practically heart-eyed, a burning blush washes over those handsome cheeks and all the way down to his still-twitching, still-hard cock- “Sooooo…marry me?”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - 8.89 inches
“S’for your own good, angel.”
“B-but, Hiromi–” Oh, you were already winning - and you knew it - you’re feeling that perky little dab of syrupy pre that butters up your insides. Just the mere sound of your voice enough to make Higuruma twitch, “I want you now.”
To make him jolt, to make him sigh.
Long, dextrous fingers of his tightening around that vice-like little restraint of his tie shackled around your neck - just the scratchy dig of that velvety fabric into your tender flesh makes you lightheaded.
“I already told ya.” Higuruma’s sighing, sleepy eyes peaking up at where your trembly figure was riding the fucking soul out of him. Or, at least, was supposed to. “Don’t want ya hah- hurtin’ yerself the first time ya take me, don’t want my girl’s pussy sore.”
But what you were aching for right now was him.
Bucking your hips in a stubborn little up and down that makes his thin lips curl, canines bared. Feral. “Fine- slutty angel.”
And you barely have the time to process his words - to process the stinging sensation of his formal office tie constricting around your throat. Before Higuruma’s dragging you down with a thorough flick of his wrist, leveraging the merciless tightrope of his tie to feed your needy cunt inch by fucking inch.
He’s not stopping when you gasp, not even when big, globular bouts of tears lather your lashes dripping wet. Only pulling you to him like some glorified sex toy-
“H-Hiromi-” your clammy palms clasp around his pale, bulging biceps to squeeze. Spine arching at the way his staggering size was opening you so deliciously.
“Mhmmm, m’here m’here. Biiig stretch, isn’t it?” Bouncing those bulky, muscular hips of his with years upon years of practice in battle. And right now you were on the receiving end of his ruthlessness, your pussy lips being smeared agape at the hefty cylindrical shaft being bullied into you. “Easy there, girl. Easy. You can take m-my ngh- big cock.”
And Higuruma barely even had to try to get you all shattered on his cock like this was. Because his cock? The absolute prize of your wettest dreams.
He was so thick and long, nearing nine inches that bumped his throbbing walls in a lewd little massage down your precious treasure trove of sweet spots. That left-leaning angle of his curvature was so droolworthy, meshing a sodden French kiss easily against the bullseye of your g-spot.
But what had you spellbound - what had you so dizzy - right now wasn’t just the stretch. No, it was that tiny, orbing little piercing studded right underneath Higuruma’s deeply indented slit.
“Hey, doin’ ah- good, angel?” The chilling patch of his metal stud wrenching out the cutest little whimpers from your heated mouth, falling further and further slack with every pretty peck. Every tiny swab of his length being overstuffed into you. “Only an inch more- juuust an i-inch more n’ I want ngh- you to milk it for me.”
“M-me?” You’re pointing at yourself, as if there was anyone else here in this heady bedroom.
“Tha’s right-” Blinking away the clingy film of lust surrounding your eyes, you’re finally noticing the air of something instinctually primal in your dear Higuruma’s ravenous gaze. So at odds with the gentle kiss placed onto your prespired forehead. “While I get some hah- work done, angel.”
Your hips tense when he’s reaching out to grab the phone that had been buzzing on the bedside drawer for quite a while now. Only to get jostled into motion once more with a soft swat! planted onto your jiggling ass.
Turning the flashing screen to emblazon your vision with the name, Shiu Kong (Work)
Oh?
Oh.
At your filthy nod, Higuruma’s puffing out a shuddered bout of laughter. Before sliding one fat thumb across the screen and answering, “Hello? Shiu?” Head tilting to the side, another manhandling haul of Higuruma’s massive palm keeps you riding him. “Yeah, I can heh- talk right now.”
“S-so mean–” you’re mumbling, thoroughly not expecting for him to hear and punish another smack! against your ass.
You couldn’t hear the response - you didn’t even realize that the audio could even hear you before he’s babbling on.
“The meeting- Oh, that? Ah, jus’ my lovely wife.” Gasping, because Higuruma hadn’t proposed…yet. And the way he was sidling your gummy cunt with hefty, vicious pound after pound to lose himself - to melt into your unsteady arms - made you think he just might. Soon. “She’s uh…strugglin’ with somethin’ ya see.”
Fuck- he knew exactly how to make you work.
But you knew exactly how to work.
One hand splaying out between the sweaty valley of Higuruma’s plush chest, you’re eyeing with satisfaction as his dark brows raise. Squeezing that overpriced fabric wrapped around his thick fingers to muffled your leaking whimpers - to choke-
Only for his sharp jaw to fall parted, breath hitching when you jerk your fatigued thighs and ride. Deeper. Sloppier. Further and further until with a heaving shudder your ass smacks against his with a ringing pap!
Loud.
Undeniable.
His hefty breeder balls colliding into the jiggling curve of your ass, Higuruma’s massive cock embedding a few perfectly rounded bruises into the back of your pulpy cervix. Streaking a lazy line drawn by his bulbed piercing across each and every sweeping fissure inside you. Once. Twice.
Again and again-
“A-ah, what?” He’s bumbling absent-mindedly into the speaker, and you’ve never seen him sound so shaky before. Deep baritone cracking into a few whimpering cracks towards the end when one of his thumbs swipe your puffed-up pussylips to take a long look at that heavenly sight. “Oh…oh yeah. My wife- sh-she got it…finally.”
And it’s only when you’re drawing out the most whipped splatters of slicked pre, when you’re steadying your precarious hands onto his sculptured biceps and slamming a sloppy cadence. Humming, “Y-yeah. Real cute, isn’t she?”
Only when Higuruma looks like he’s on the very verge of ending the call that you’re musing how Shiu must know already.
That blasphemous question on the very tip of your tongue before Higuruma’s attractive eyes widen, chuckling out at words exchanged over the phone that you couldn’t make out. Yet.
“Oh?” Yeah, Shiu totally knew. Dark eyes boring right into your heart-eyed depths, and when you nod he’s cracking a smile. Pussydrunk. “Mhm, sure, we can videocall.”
valko having a "lone wolf" as his soulmate. someone who naturally avoids people and shys away from him too because why would a hunking billionaire wolf chairman want YOU? comes to your place of employment AND your house AND your favourite coffee shop and WILL not stop trying to fluster and flirt with you. talks about your interests with you to get you to open up to him (where'd he get that info from?) hes not stopping until your soft and pliant in his bed, accepting the bond and his knot
౨ৎ 18+ mdni , dark content , psychological horror , voyeurism , exhibitionism , toxicity , possession , reader uses one wish willow on gojo , reader hooks up with nanami , semi-inspired by Obsession , part 2 coming soon . this is a reupload for part 1 because tumblr hid the og chapter for some bullshit reason and i can’t appeal it 😐 but here it is anyways lol
Friday nights, you see Gojo Satoru bring a different girl home and fuck her on his very bed. Saturday mornings, you hated her for waking up where you belonged.
Your new next door neighbor was nothing but a debauched, filthy whore cycling through any random woman he finds; sometimes even men. Bringing them over to his house on the weekends just to hook up with them for the night. It didn’t help that Gojo’s blinds were rarely closed all the way, seeing right into his bedroom, where you can see everything he does.
You’ve seen him naked before. You’ve came across him masturbating before. It was disgusting, not being able to relax in your own room without the view of your own window being taken over by Gojo’s degenerate and perverted behavior and routine. Seeing him plowing the back of someone else, pinning their head down on his mattress or eating a girl out out until her legs start shaking and her fists ball his bedsheets.
However, your disgust never stopped you from watching.
And it was a shame that it was never you that got to experience how filthy and freaky Gojo Satoru truly was.
All you get were small interactions on your driveway, like waving to each other when you go out at the same time. He’s never had a formal conversation with you or invites you over. Never exchanged contacts yet. But yet, he's the only man that's making you muffle your moans and whines out of shame in your own home. Playing with yourself, getting off to that filthy sight across your window... no man has ever had you become this pathetic and you secretly loved it as if he's given you all the power to ruin yourself. That once he lays a finger on you, once you finally become seen by him, you want him to make it hurt real good for you.
He was the bane of your existence but also the object of your unholy desires. God, how you wanted him in a vicious, untamable way, how you craved for him in the dark where he cannot see. Because that’s all you could do, even though you were closer to him than anybody else could be, you feel so far away, hidden in your wild fantasies until you feel your ribs ache from how much you desired him to see you so badly. You wanted to, you wanted to. More than anything else in the entire world.
To be the one caressing every single inch of his beautiful body.
To be the one savoring his sweet and hot kisses.
To be the one pinned between him and his king-sized mattress.
To be the one to scream and moan his name over and over.
To be the one submitting yourself wholly to him.
To orgasm on his mouth, his fingers, his cock, his thighs when he tells you to.
To be put in your place, to be owned by him, to let him use all your holes and treat you like his own personal cocksleeve until you’re a shattering mess, until you can’t think for yourself anymore, where the only sensation that fulfills you is his cock ramming into all of your soppy holes and spilling his hot cum into your womb.
But this forbidden and disgusting desire, this dark obsession for him— you knew it was all unhealthy. As if your obsession for him had you on this permanent threshold of an imaginary heaven, suspended in a state of perfect anticipation. This unbearable itch to have him, to touch him, smell him, or just be around him was enough to make you scream in your own pillow at night.
It was pure and utter Hell, desiring someone so bad, knowing you can’t have them at all.
You wouldn’t go out of your way to make Gojo truly yours. He wasn’t some prize to be won or a possession to be claimed, he was his own person. Probably not going out of his way to pursue a relationship. Hell, you don’t even know if he’s truly single. You would never want to take his freedom away or strip his own autonomy, even though you wish that he’d freely hand it to you one day.
But it was just so hot and fun seeing your attractive next door neighbor getting it on… nothing wrong with that at all, right?
It wasn’t until a few months later you find yourself creating a Tinder profile.
There was this handsome man you matched with on Tinder named Nanami Kento. Five year age gap, strong jaw, hazel eyes, blond hair, looking for something meaningful. He looked so sharp and manly and handsomely delicate. Definitely someone that knew where his life was headed, someone who wouldn’t spend every weekend chasing after temporary distractions. Someone who could fulfill that ache in your core and fuck you so stupid and dumb until you forget about that degenerate, filthy man next door.
“Shouldn’t we close the blinds?” Nanami mutters in your ear, the husk in his attractive, sultry voice sending a shiver down your spine.
During your romantic Tinder date at a luxurious restaurant Nanami took you to, you just couldn’t help but tease him, hinting how badly you wanted him and couldn’t wait to take things to your bedroom. What also surprised you was the way Nanami was flirting right back at you, never taking your interest for granted. He was confident, smooth, and respectful— never aggressive or pushy. His effortless seduction and charm was enough to make you flustered under your own skin, especially when he knows how badly you wanted it and how badly he wanted to give it to you.
“My windows are tinted, baby. Nobody’s gonna see,” you say, quickly glancing at your window to see if Gojo was in his bedroom, but his lights were off. That fucking bastard.
As Nanami slipped off your dress and admired the way your bra looked so good on you, you couldn’t help but glare at your window as he was kissing your neck and your chest. Letting out soft moans and shuddering from the sensation, you knew that just because his lights were off doesn’t mean he wasn’t home. His car is still on his driveway, probably doing God knows what in his own house. But you still wanted to throw a show. You wanted to show Gojo Satoru what he does to you, how sick and filthy and disgusting he makes you.
He is the reason why you spread your legs for a random Tinder date.
He is the reason why you’re on your knees getting your throat fucked so hard.
He is the reason why your legs quiver and shake from your pussy getting fingered and eaten out.
The reason why you’re utterly losing yourself from getting pounded so hard, being tossed and flipped in numerous positions until you’ve reached multiple orgasms, until you’re crying two octaves higher, until you’re completely spent, until your whole bedroom is a mess.
“Fuck me against the window, Nanami,” you pleaded.
“On the window? You really wanna show your neighbors how much of a slut you are, huh?”
He loved the way you were taking him so well; eyes vacant, jaw slackened, your tits pressing against the cool surface of your window. Your pussy was shamelessly pulsing on his cock, your arousal gushing all over him— but your arousal only stemmed from the thought of Gojo possibly watching you in the dark corners of his room, fantasizing of him fisting his cock to you getting fucked even if you still couldn’t see him. But that didn’t stop you from acting like an exhibitionist whore that craved for his attention so badly, pretending to moan and scream while he’s thrusting behind you while your eyes never left his window.
When you wake up the next morning, your whole bedroom was a mess. Clothes astray on the floor, your makeup vanity unorganized, some of your stuff scattered around, and your bedsheets all coming undone. When you turn over to your nightstand to check the time on your phone, you see that your favorite crystal figurine you’ve been keeping for years as a collectible was shattered on the floor.
Nanami stirred in his sleep, wanting to spoon you again until he wakes up to you sitting on the edge of the bed. “Oh. Good morning,” he grunted, softly caressing your back. “Are you okay?”
“Hey. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you chuckled. “I was just checking the time and I didn’t realize how carried away we both got. My whole room is a mess right now. There’s glass on the floor, too.”
He sat beside you on the edge of the bed and sighed deeply. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Where did you get it from? I can buy another one for you.”
“No, no. It’s okay,” you insisted to the sweet man. “It’s not your fault. But thank you for offering, Nanami.”
You didn’t expect for him to stay the morning after, passionately kissing you while the bright rays from your window was settling over your skins. You didn’t even expect for a man like him, your first ever Tinder date, to offer to buy you a replacement for some figurine that got knocked over from him fucking you so good all over your room.
After Nanami left, you headed down to the local coffee shop across your neighborhood that you would pass by on the weekends. After ordering your usual, a sheer moment of panic takes over your body, rendering you motionless in the middle of the cafe just seeing Gojo Satoru standing in line.
You couldn’t move an inch. You wanted to pass by him unnoticed and sit down by the window, but it was already too late when his icy blue eyes caught glimpse of you, a small smile stretching across his face.
“Hey, neighbor. What did you order? It looks good.”
This was the first time you saw him, really saw him in your field of view— his skin radiating from the sun beaming through the windows, his smile so bright and genuine, his unbearably attractive self. You almost stammered on your own words and your heart couldn’t stop racing like wildfire. However, you managed to collect yourself and mirrored his smile instead, telling him what you usually order at the cafe.
“…Maybe I’ll give it a try. I’ve been wanting to go here for awhile and now I finally got to try this place out,” Gojo beamed. “Where do you usually sit, by the way? Do you mind if I come sit with you?”
And suddenly that piercing, aching sensation of desiring him so badly flitted around the atmosphere like carnivorous butterflies, unable to form a coherent thought from your mind racing erratically. “Yeah, um— I don’t mind at all,” you chuckled nervously. “I’ll be sitting by the window over there.”
Once Gojo ordered the same drink you got and sat in front of you, you looked at him as if he was the most sublime creature you’ve ever seen in your life you almost couldn’t breathe. His eyes were just so striking and vibrant in the sunlight. His messy white strands had this warm cream-colored glow under the sun. As the two of you were talking about yourselves, you couldn’t help but study his prominent features up close that you were so aching to caress, to touch, to feel.
“So, uh— how long have you lived in the neighborhood?” he asks.
“I’ve been here for about four years now. I moved when I finally finished school,” you replied, his eyes softening everytime he listens to you speak. “I know it’s not that long, but I see myself still living in the same house until I get older. I don’t live far from work, which is a good thing, too.”
“Ah, I see. You know, your house is really big and nice. You sure you live alone? No roommates or pets? Spouse’s? Family?”
You softly chuckled. “No, I live all alone. It is a big house, but hey— it’s all to myself.”
“Huh.” Gojo leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. “I wonder how a beautiful woman like you is still single.”
His words hit you so suddenly that for a fleeting moment, the synapses of your brain fall frozen. People call women beautiful all the time, but yet, hearing it from him felt entirely different, especially the way he said it so casually. His blue eyes held yours across the table as he was waiting for your answer, his soft and genuine smile making your stomach churn.
Is it finally time?
Is this actually leading somewhere?
“I just… haven’t found the right guy for me yet,” you admitted, your gaze drifting towards the window. “I am looking for a long term relationship, though. Someone to settle down with. Get married and grow old in the house together.”
Gojo’s saccharine lips stretch to a smile, the way he looked at you causing your heart to flutter. “Aw. Well, speaking of long term— I just got out of one. I think I mentioned earlier when I moved here, I needed a change of scenery. I forgot to mention that I’m newly divorced and I’ve been spending time healing and working on myself.”
Working on himself?
By bringing random hookups into his house and fucking them all over the bedroom?
“Oh. I’m very sorry to hear about your divorce, Gojo,” you consoled, reaching for your drink just to have your hand near his over the table. For some reason when he mentioned getting recently divorced, your heart raced from this sudden rush of excitement. Your opportunity was sitting right in front of you and you were desperate to clutch onto it before it was too late.
“It’s okay. You know, things happen,” he shrugged, taking his hand that was beside yours to grab his drink. “But that’s also why… I’m not really looking for anything at the moment.”
The moment he gulped down his drink, time suddenly came to a full stop all around you. Your own heart dropped to your stomach that you almost felt sick from your breakfast. You could feel your own blood being forced through your veins with every loud thump from such unimaginable, staggering rage lighting a fire within you. Jealousy. Betrayal. Disappointment. Disbelief. Confusion.
How fucking foolish.
“Oh. I mean, uh— it is a bit too soon to be looking for a relationship right after a divorce, so that’s reasonable,” you fretted. “I do hope you find the right person for you.”
Gojo gave a small smile this time, sitting up from his seat. “I hope the same for you as well. And it was nice to finally meet you. Hopefully I can run into you again on your driveway and we can always plan something.”
After your encounter at the coffee shop, you couldn’t stop thinking all day about how much his words stung you, worse than any rejection out there and it wasn’t even a rejection. You clenched your jaw in aggravation as you kept replaying the conversation in your head— even though you spent several months of secretly watching him from a distance that it ruined you, at least you managed to sit across from him so painfully normal and have a normal conversation. But still; you knew you had no right to be disappointed. Gojo didn’t flirt nor promise anything. In fact, he was just being honest. Kind, even. But yet, this gut-wrenching feeling of humiliation wouldn’t go away.
By nightfall, you made it to The Green Man; the crystal shop in town that you haven’t stopped by for months. Everything was rearranged, new, and renovated. Your eyes wander around the crystals, rocks, herbs, spell candles, psychic readings, oils, books and other spiritual items until you finally find the collectible you were looking for, tucked in the bottom display shelf that you had to squat down for.
When you got up with the box, something else from the shelves beside you caught your eye. A small cardboard stand with a retro red and cream-colored design, tiny sparkles scattered across the packaging, and the words curved across the display. Organized neatly in the cardboard stand were these triangular prism-shaped boxes, the bright red graphics wrapped around the cream colored box, curving over the angled surfaces in cheerful swirls.
𝓞𝓝𝓔 𝓦𝓘𝓢𝓗 𝓦𝓘𝓛𝓛𝓞𝓦
𝓐𝓜𝓐𝓩𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤𝓡 𝓕𝓡𝓘𝓔𝓝𝓓𝓢
𝓞𝓝𝓛𝓨 $6.99
𝓖𝓔𝓣 𝓨𝓞𝓤𝓡𝓢 𝓣𝓞𝓓𝓐𝓨!
Out of curiosity, you take one of the boxes, its pointed ridge pressed lightly against your fingertips while the overhead lighting reflected across the glossy cardboard. Nothing about it looked magical. Nothing about it looked dangerous. It was nothing but a cheap novelty toy or charm, another possible collectible you can display somewhere in your house until it collects dust.
𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗛, it reads.
After checking out from the store and taking a bit longer than you expected, your interaction with Gojo this morning still replayed in your head as you drove home. That fleeting feeling of ecstasy, that beautiful moment he noticed you first at the cafe, turning into nothing but dismay upon realizing you were never going to be his first choice. The letdown gripped your stomach, allowing it to devour your entire body and soul.
I wonder how a beautiful woman like you is still single.
Your jaw clenched tighter. Gojo Satoru was like a drug, your high, your fixation. He was the only man woven into your brain coursing straight through your veins, and you just wanted more of him, more of him and not anyone else— for this unquenched thirst and unrelenting hunger made you just debauched as he is.
If only you could’ve said something to make your interest for him obvious. Something that would’ve made him look at you differently, literally anything to make him choose you. Anything to make him love you more than anything in the fucking world.
As you drove through your neighborhood, you find yourself easing off the gas when you passed by his house. The streets were quiet. Warm yellow light glowed from his windows. You see his car sitting on the driveway as well as his porch lights on. Gojo was obviously home, doing his own thing as usual late at night when you weren’t watching.
You find it so absurd— degrading, even, how easily your attention always returns to this man. You hate this feeling. You hate how much you hunger for him. You can’t help but savor the violence of wanting what corrodes you entirely. After months of imagining what it would feel like if he noticed you the way you noticed him, you were nothing more than just the sweet girl next door who secretly masturbates to him and forces down your dark obsession until it chokes you…
The rays from the streetlights gleamed onto the One Wish Willow box that was peaking through your shopping bag. You felt this strange and foreign magnetic feeling towards it, just like what you experienced seeing the display for the first time. You reached over to the passenger seat and picked up the box, your thumb brushing across the cardboard surface.
ONE WISH WILLOW
REMOVE FROM THE BOX AND JUST MAKE A WISH!
SPARK THE MIDDLE AND BREAK IT IN HALF.
You opened the box, suddenly flinching when a loud jingle started playing. Inside rested a small, fragile willow twig. As you held it between your hands, it felt almost ridiculous, thinking that this cheap novelty charm was going to actually work. Your car was idling with nobody around, the neighborhood silent while the stars above were sloshing behind moldy gray clouds. You take one more glance at his house again and sighed deeply.
“I wish for Gojo Satoru to love me more than anyone in the entire world.”
Crack.
The branch snapped easily between your hands, echoing inside your car and leaving you in dreadful silence. You scoffed, tossing the broken pieces back into the bag and ready to drive back home, which was literally right there.
But it wasn’t until you turned your head back to Gojo’s house.
Your heart thumped in your chest when you noticed him standing right on his porch, the lighting barely illuminating him. You instantly recognize his broad shoulders, his figure, his disheveled hair. He just stood there perfectly still like a dark shape carved from the night itself; one hand hanging loosely at his side while the other in his pocket, his head tilted ever so slightly at your direction. Your body seized like a deer trapped in headlights, refusing to move an inch in your seat or start the car as he was watching you. The intensity of it sent a cold shiver down your spine, your mind screaming for you to drive off, but also to stay back…
Because for the first time, Gojo Satoru was finally looking at you the way you’ve always looked at him.
synopsis. you know satoru would be devastated if you left him. so you refuse to go. what's that saying again? happy wife, happy life?
content. gojo satoru x male!reader. angst. smut. minors do not interact. canon-typical violence, gore and horror elements. major character death. established relationship. bottom gojo + top reader. monsterfucker satoru. oral (gojo receiving). rimming. sex with prep. unprotected sex. anal. swearing. size difference. curse!reader.
wc. 8.1k
message from noe. when i was planning on disappearing for another six months but then queen olivia rodrigo genuinely drops Codependecy: The Album 😌 anyway shoutout reader man he's a zombie in his body he's a train off of the tracks.
part two to dead beat.
2016.
“It’ll be easy. One and done. I’ll be home before dinner.”
Satoru’s lips twist into a pout against your cheek. He rears his head back to look at you. Glare, actually. Glare at you.
It’s a reaction you expected, but your stomach still twists itself into knots. The unconvinced hum he gives you is a downplay of his very real feelings, and he’s playing the part of an angry kitten for your sake. He’s genuinely upset, and he’s trying to keep you from the inevitable guilt that’ll swallow you whole. Protecting you from yourself. The worst part? It’s kinda working. You hate it. Hate it.
He buries his face in your shoulder and you nose at his temple apologetically. You don’t want to go any more than he wants you to. Before you can soothe him with a kiss, he rolls away and turns his back to you, arms crossed petulantly. He’s still playing, but you recognize this gesture for what it is: his irritation is slowly chipping away at the façade.
You follow and press yourself against his back instinctively, reaching up and around his shoulders to poke his cheek. A pitiful attempt at lightening the atmosphere, but it works.
“C’mon, babydoll, don’t be mad.” You brush your nose against the shell of his ear affectionately, breathing in. He smells nice. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
Another unconvinced hum.
You chuckle and squeeze his cheeks. His lips twist into a pout. He looks adorable like that; you want to kiss him all over. You want to eat him up. You want to stay.
“Swear,” you press on. He’s close to relenting, you can tell. He never could stay mad for very long, not with you around. “You won’t even realize I’m gone.”
You both know more than anyone how unlikely that is. It’s always the same thing with curse users: you think there’s only one, and before you know you’re neck deep in blood and mud, fighting off two dozen because the entire organization wants a piece of you.
Satoru rolls his eyes. “Whatever,” he huffs. He pushes your hand off his face a little too roughly, and you deflate. Clearly, he won’t be so easily soothed today.
He’s silent for a moment, and you think he’s given up. You move to wrap your arms around him again, but he speaks before you can.
“I just think it’s funny how you’re needed for a sudden emergency on our first day together in, like, two months.”
You chew on your cheek, sighing softly through your nose. Well, he’s got a point. You doubt the higher-ups care about your little love story, but... well, the timing feels a little too inconvenient to not be intentional. They could’ve had anyone on-duty report in Kyoto. Instead they asked you.
It’s not the first time the brass does this. You’ve never been too shy to be openly critical of them. Critical of how they treat the students, how they treat your coworkers. How they treat Satoru. Sawai Yumeko’s death shook you more than you’d like to admit. She was a good kid.
Petty retaliation. They want to exhaust you, hope it keeps you quiet.
Except you don’t intend to keep quiet. You never have. You never will. You thought by now, they would’ve learned their lesson: the only way to keep you quiet is to put you six feet under.
“Yeah, I know,” you say lowly, kissing his nape.
But Satoru’s not done with you, apparently.
“For each one you see, there’s ten that you don’t. You know, like cockroaches.” You exhale sharply through your nose. Can’t he give it a rest? Complaining about it’s not gonna cancel the mission. Irritation prickles at your veins. He continues, “It starts with one and ends up with you gone three weeks trying to take down the whole shtick.”
“I know, Satoru.”
You didn’t mean to snap at him, but he’s only frustrating you both right now. You know all this. You know all this. And the last thing you need is to go into an assignment irritated and distracted.
Because he’s right. It’s like he read your mind. You have a bad feeling about this one.
He turns to brace himself over his forearms, eyes narrowed into slit. Not quite a glare, but almost. A genuine one, this time. You shouldn’t have snapped.
“What, ‘m I not allowed to be pissed?”
“You’re allowed to be pissed.” You run a hand down your face with a sigh. You don’t want to fight. There’s no reason to fight right now, not when it’s out of your hands. Not when your frustration’s not directed at each other. “Just... please.”
His face softens. He chews on his lip for a second — you can almost see the gears turning in his head. You wrap an arm around his shoulder when he settles against you, head on your shoulder and hand near your heart.
You close your eyes to soak in the feeling of him, warm and solid against you, where he belongs. Maybe the mission will go as planned. Maybe it really will be just the one curse user. Maybe you’ll be home for dinner.
He falls asleep just after asking you out. He looks so young, under the gentle morning sun. Untroubled. What do you need to do to keep him like that?
Eventually duty calls. You maneuver him off you as gently as you can and lean down to kiss his cheek when he makes a small sound of protest.
“Love you,” you whisper.
𖦹
The mission didn’t go as planned. In fact, it couldn’t have gone worse.
It wasn’t just the one curse user, of course it wasn’t, but you’d been expecting that. You hadn’t expected the shikigami, though.
A shikigami so dangerous it was on par with Megumi’s technique. Clearly a last resort, because it took down three of its allies before even taking an interest in you. Not like you would’ve been able to fight back, what with the gunfire being rained down on you.
It cornered you in an alley before you could react. Bit your hand off, bit a chunk from your side until eventually its summoner succumbed to his wounds and it disappeared. And left you, bloodied and panting, collapsed against the alley wall.
Just a little bit longer. Your phone. If you can find your phone, you can call Satoru, and he’ll send Shoko in no time.
“You can’t...”
Huh?
“You won’t... get away...”
Oh, it’s one of them. You’re surprised he can even talk.
No matter. No need to waste energy you don’t have on replying. All you need to do is find your phone, call Satoru, and then just hold on. Hold on until someone comes to get you.
Blood drips on the concrete. Drip. Drip. Drip. So quiet now that calm has returned. Now that you’re all dying.
Drip.
The moon is out. She’s beautiful tonight. Bright and indifferent. Cold. You’re cold. Is it getting cold? Where’s your phone? If only... if only you could find it, you’d...
“No one... no one is coming to save you, sorcerer...!”
A gunshot—
Then pain. Darkness.
Drip. Drip.
You expected to die right away. But your cursed energy thrashes, claws at your skin, burns through your limbs to keep you alive, alive, alive—
No one is coming to save you.
You should give up. You should let go. What can you do? Those things happen. You became a sorcerer anyway. You knew. You just...
Satoru.
There’s still things you wish you could’ve done. Like cursing the old geezers out one last time.
Satoru, I...
Or going for that ramen you know Satoru loves.
Satoru. Satoru.
Ah... Satoru, he’ll... he’ll be so sad when he finds out. Alone in that apartment. In that bed you shared.
Love you.
What’s he supposed to do alone? How could you be so heartless?
I love you. I love you. Satoru, I love you.
You were supposed to go out for ramen together.
Satoru. Satoru. Satoru. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Get up. Just get up.
Satoru. Satoru, Satoru, Satoru...
I love you. I love you. Please get up.
Satoru, Satoru, Satoru, Satoru, Satoru…
Don’t leave me. You’re all I have.
Satoru—
Cursed energy bubbles, boils until it spills. It hurts. Hurts, hurts, hurts. It doesn’t stop.
And suddenly you have arms again. There’s someone with you. You’re not sure where you are, and you’re not sure who you are, but him you know by heart.
“Satoru... Satoru, don’t go...”
He’s backing away. Why? He’s all you have. What are you supposed to do alone?
“Don’t go. Satoru, don’t go. Satoru, I love you...”
But he vanishes before you can react. You were sure you’d grabbed him, but he... he just vanished. He’s gone.
Why’d he go? Why’d he leave you?
“Satoru...”
Satoru, why?
The boiling again. A torso. A leg.
“Satoru...!”
A head. A mouth.
“SATORU!”
Then the world explodes and goes dark.
𖦹
Time passes, or so Satoru says. You can’t really tell. Most of the time, you feel like you’re floating. Not here, not there. You only know when you’re with Satoru, and when you’re not. When you’re home, and when you’re not.
You’re not completely unaware, though. Some things are burned in your skull. Like when you meet the boy Satoru called Megumi for the first time.
Satoru said you knew him, knew him well. Said you were close to him, before. You still don’t know what he means by before — before what? To you, there is no before. There is with Satoru, and without.
Satoru always looks sad, when you tell him that. You wish you could fix it, but nothing you say ever makes him feel better. He just smiles and brushes your jaw. Kisses you and says it’s fine. You don’t need to worry about it. It’s fine.
He told you beforehand that he wanted you to meet someone, and that means you have to be on your best behavior. So when he calls, you come without a fuss, pulling yourself out of your domain.
As always, it takes you a couple of seconds to take in your surroundings. You’re at Satoru’s heel, of course, but there’s someone else. You flatten yourself to the ground, muscles bunching, but Satoru stops you.
“Hey, hey, eeaasy now.” He grabs the back of your head and pushes you further into the ground, and that’s when you see him. “It’s okay, Megumi, he’s not gonna hurt you.”
The boy’s on the ground, collapsed against a wall. There’s a small stool at his feet, knocked over. Did he trip over it trying to retreat?
He’s panting, watching you, eyes wide and jaw clenched. He looks... familiar. In a way that hurts to look at.
Black hair. Green eyes. And that face, you know it. You know him, you’re sure of it.
“Th-that’s Y/N?” He grits out, eyes flickering between you and Satoru.
Satoru chuckles darkly. You nuzzle into his palm. “What, you don’t recognize him?”
He pats your head fondly. It’s a soothing gesture; he always does this when he needs you calm, soft. You relax your muscles, and Satoru pinches your cheek with a coo.
“This is Megumi,” he tells you, tilting his head towards the boy. “Remember, Y/N?”
You remember, and you don’t. You know you knew him. Before. But before what? It’s always that same question with you. Before what?
You look at Megumi. He looks back.
“Hi, Megumi,” you greet, gentling your voice as much as you can. It’s hard. You have a lot of teeth in your mouth.
Maybe you weren’t too successful, because Megumi looks down. Away. Clenches his fists and bites at his lip when it starts to tremble. Did you scare him? You hope not. Satoru said Megumi mattered a lot to him. The last thing you want is to make enemies with the people he loves.
Satoru sighs. He gives you an affectionate pat on the back and turns to you. “How about you come back later, baby?”
You give a little nod and retreat back into your domain. The last thing you hear before you’re cut off from Satoru’s world is Megumi’s voice. He’s shouting.
“What did you do to him?!”
𖦹
Megumi becomes a part of your routine after that. You see him more often, always with Satoru. You try to talk to him, but he’s not too responsive.
“Tell me about school!”
“...It’s fine.”
“You’re working hard?”
“Mhm.”
“You’ve got a lot of friends?”
“Mh.”
Quiet and withdrawn. You can’t tell if he’s simply like that or if it’s because of you. He barely ever looks at you. And he always looks so sad, when he does. Nothing you can say could ever make him feel better.
Time passes, or so Satoru says. You feel yourself change, mind, body. You feel less like an animal, more aware of yourself and your surroundings. Your body shifts as your awareness grows, less like a beast, more like Satoru. Only bigger. Taller. You like towering above him. You can tell he likes it, too. Really likes it.
Your sense of time sharpens as well. You stop relying on Satoru. You stop letting yourself drift aimlessly. You change.
You begin to remember the before that Satoru sometimes talks about.
The alley is first. The smell of blood. The shikigami. The gunshot. The moon. Unpleasant things you were fine having forgotten, but hey, can’t have everything, right? Then other things. Satoru, mostly. Your mother. Megumi. The school. Shoko. Suguru. Bits and pieces of happiness resurfacing without warning. Coming up for air after drowning in your memory.
You change.
The first time you see Megumi alone, without Satoru, is a turning point.
You’re bored. Bored out of your skull, restlessness tingling down your limbs. It’s unbearable. Usually Satoru lets you blow off some steam on missions, but it’s been a while since he called on you. So you slip out of your domain, careful to keep your cursed energy suppressed.
It’s the middle of the night. Satoru’s sleeping soundly, for once — maybe the first time in months you’ve seen him in bed before three in the morning. You stop to admire him for a moment. He looks young. Untroubled. What do you need to do to keep him like that?
Nothing you say ever makes him feel better.
Blissfully, his bedroom window’s already open, so you slip outside, quiet as a shadow, to explore.
You never get to see much of the Jujutsu Tech campus — the council may tolerate your presence thanks to Satoru, but he still doesn’t like to have you out in the open for long periods of time. He likes you best tucked away, or close to him. You get the feeling. One day a sorcerer might try their luck and jump you. Not like you wouldn’t be able to defend yourself, but you don’t want to hurt anyone. At least anyone who didn’t deserve it.
It’s a nice place. Traditional buildings, nestled in the forest. Hidden, private, peaceful. You like it. You liked it just as much before you died.
Died. Such a strange thought. You died and you came back.
Just like Satoru. Now you match.
You go farther. Past the barriers. Past the forest. Down the mountain. Maybe you’re pushing your luck, but it’s so nice, being out in the open. The cool wind on your skin. The bristle of the leaves. The moon is out. She’s beautiful.
You feel strangely alive, strangely more than that.
You sense Megumi long before you can see his building. The place he lives in with his sister is in Shibuya, tucked between an abandoned building and a cemetery. You remember him exorcising a curse there, under Satoru’s supervision. Was that before or after? You can’t remember.
He’s awake. Out on the balcony, and he saw you coming.
You land heavily beside him with a huff, stretching out your neck. He’s tense. On edge. Because of you? Probably. You crouch and raise your hands placatingly.
“Easy there, Megumi. You’re okay.”
Megumi gulps, dropping his hands from the sign he formed. Ready to fight, then. And confident in his ability to defeat you? Or maybe just a defensive reflex. Either way, not bad, kid.
“Y/N-san. What are you doing here?”
“Just stretching my legs. It was getting claustrophobic.”
He doesn’t answer. Right. Quiet type. You could never get him to talk before, and you doubt you’re going to start now. Teenagers...
It’s quiet for a while. Megumi sits in a plastic chair, elbows on his knees, staring down at his hands. You close your eyes for a moment, basking in the peaceful silence. The pleasant breeze. Cursed energy simmering in the air.
And the swarm of curses scuttling in every nook and cranny of the city. Maybe you should exorcize a few while you’re here.
Megumi, first.
“Couldn’t sleep?” You try again.
“Mh.”
“...Something bothering you?”
He takes a second. “Just... thinking about school.”
His shoulders sag. Tremble, slightly. He squeezes his hands. Swallows again.
“...I miss you, aniki.”
...Oh. Well, that’s... something, at least? Something you don’t get.
You tilt your head. “What do you mean? I’m right here.”
He presses his lips together. Turns his face away.
Okay then. Conversation over.
Satoru is awake when you return. You find out immediately — because as soon as you land in the apartment, you’re pinned to the wall by the crushing strength of Infinity.
It burns. The wooden walls splinters and tears at your back, his cursed energy’s crushing you, hissing violently, and you can’t help but wonder: what’s gonna give first, the wall or you?
You might die. For real, this time. Satoru doesn’t fuck around.
But the physical pain is nothing, nothing compared to the sight of his face. Eyes dark and accusing and so fucking hungry. Bloodthirsty in a way you never thought you’d see directed at you.
And sad. Like you’ve wronged him. Betrayed him. It pulls at your chest, tugs as if you still had heartstrings there beneath your ribs, hidden away. You need to fix it. You need to fix it.
He’s smiling. That smile he’s always giving to everyone else, and now you’re the one who feels betrayed because how dare he? How dare he slap on that mask like you’re a stranger? An insect he’s about to crush under his heel? How dare he?
You fight back against the crushing weight of Infinity, snarling. “Satoru—”
“Where were you?” His voice is soft, airy. Nothing out of the ordinary for him — if you didn’t know him better than he knows himself.
“Out,” you bite, keeping your chin held high to sneer down at him. He should know better than to try and intimidate you. He should know he can’t use the tricks that work on anyone else.
He drops his technique and lets you fall to your knees, but before you can straighten he grabs the back of your neck and shoves your head down. Robs you of the sight of him, forcing you to stare down at the hardwood. You drop a hand to the floor to keep him from flattening you down entirely, the smallest act of defiance you can muster against him.
“Without me?” He quips. You can hear the way his smile widens in his voice. His arm is trembling, his grip almost unsteady. “That’s so mean, baby.”
“I came back, didn’t I?”
He bristles, like you’ve hit a nerve. Like he’d genuinely entertained the possibility that you wouldn’t. “That’s so not the point.” He pushes your head further down, and you strain against him. “What makes you think you can just disappear on me like that, hm?”
“I’m not your pet, Satoru.”
You push at his elbow to make his arm buckle and shove him away. He lands on the bed with a huff, and then he shoots you a look. You don’t recognize it. So resentful, so cold. And you end up feeling like a misbehaving puppy anyway.
You grit your teeth and steel yourself. “What, scared I’ll go on a rampage and start eating people or something?”
It’s a taunt, nothing more, but his mouth twists and you wonder if there’s some actual truth to it. If he insists you stay by his side not because he wants you, not because he can’t bear to be away from you, but because he wants to keep an eye on you.
Or maybe you’re misinterpreting entirely. He feels so far away, all of a sudden.
You rise and he does the same. You’re towering over him, by a head at least.
He’s still smiling. Stiff and sharp. Showing way too much teeth.
“Don’t go anywhere without me ever again,” he lets out, “or I’ll kill you.”
“You think you could?” You scoff.
“You think I can’t?” He retorts immediately.
He has the means to, at least. You’re strong, but he’s stronger, probably. And you have no intention of testing that theory, none whatsoever. It’s the last thing you want, to fight to the death against Satoru. Yes, you’re sure Satoru would be strong enough to exorcize you. But it’s not about strength, is it? Not with you. Not with him.
“Hey, you’re the one who brought me back,” you taunt again. “So if anything—”
“It’d be my fault if you kill anyone, that what you’re saying?” He steps around you, shrugging carelessly. “I’m a big boy, I clean up my messes. And besides...”
He puts a hand on your chest and pushes. You let him. You fall heavily on his bed and Satoru climbs on your lap, staring down at you. The cold you saw in his eyes earlier is thawing. Placated by your simple presence. Something tingles in your gut, pulls you to him. You want to bite him. Put your mouth on him. Melt away the cold until it disappears forever, until you’re sure he’ll never look at you like that ever again.
You reach up to grab his thighs as he leans over you, hands planted on each side of your head.
“All this,” he continues, looking you up and down, “was a joint effort, you know that, baby.”
He reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. You know what he means.
Live together. Die together. That was the unspoken promise that tied you to him. That tied him to you.
“We did this just like we do everything,” he finishes. “Together, just you and me.”
He leans his head down and you meet him halfway, nuzzling against his cheek. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth to slide against his jaw. He shivers.
“Don’t go anywhere without me again,” he whispers.
You see it for what it is, now, the restlessness in his energy, the trembling in his limbs. He doesn’t keep you under his thumb to keep an eye on you. He does it because he can’t bear to be away from you. Because he wants you. Because he loves you.
𖦹
2017.
Satoru warned you about Rika. He told you that she’s abnormally strong, that she more than deserves her title of Queen of Curses. He also told you she manifests randomly, just like you used to before you fully regained awareness of yourself. Which is why there wasn’t a drop of suspicion in your body when you climbed out of your domain to see what all the fuss with that Okkotsu kid was about.
Regret is bitter on your tongue. Or maybe that’s just the wood dust from the wall you were thrown into.
You cough, trying to get your bearings and extract yourself from the wall.
“Baby, you okay?” Satoru calls out from the middle of the track field.
You thrust out your arm, thumb up, and Satoru returns the gesture. Beside him, Okkotsu’s freaking out, torn between stuttering out apologies and trying ― key word, trying ― to control Rika. She’s not listening to him one bit; instead she’s snarling at you, like she actually has a chance of intimidating you, of making you back down.
“Stay away from my Yuta!”
As if.
You don’t care about her Yuta. You don’t give a damn, not even an inkling of one ― but now she’s riled you up and you want nothing more than to pound her head into the dirt.
Finally, you pull yourself out of the wall.
“Alright, Queen of Curses, you wanna go?”
Okkotsu squeaks. “S-sensei, are they going to―”
“’Fraid so! My Y/N’s not one to let others walk all over him, see!”
You’re up in her face in one strong leap. If this kid wants to play, you’ll play.
Rika screeches and you narrowly avoid the swipe of her talons. Cursed energy blooms in your palm and you throw a punch, and this time she’s the one sent flying away. She plants her talons in the dirt to slow herself down with a wail.
“That hurts!”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s supposed to!”
She jumps back into the fray and throws blow after blow, each one you avoid by a hair. She’s definitely strong. Wild and feral like an animal, unpredictable and vicious. But there’s no thought, no strategy behind it. No control over her cursed energy. You dodge every swipe, but she can’t do the same for yours.
You’re so much better than her. In every sense.
The thrill of the fight takes over you, cursed energy crackling between you like fireworks. You could exorcize her right here, right now, be done with this mess. Okkotsu would go back to living his normal life and you’d go back to your Satoru and―
“Okay, that’s enough!”
Satoru’s command freezes you in place, and you leap away from Rika and back to his side. You lower yourself to a crouch and he pats the back of your head affectionately. Okkotsu’s stood behind him, protected, but he’s still shaking like a leaf. Poor kid.
You keep your eyes on Rika wearily. She hasn’t had enough. She’s barreling towards the three of you at full speed.
“Yuta, look. He’s to me what Rika is to you,” Satoru starts explaining. Always looking for an educational opportunity in the wildest things. “Remember what I told you about channeling her cursed energy?”
Rika screeches again. She’s ten meters away. You’re all easily in her range.
“Sensei, shouldn’t we―”
“The more energy you can control, the stronger you’ll get,” Satoru keeps talking, completely ignoring the teen. “And eventually you’ll be able to control her fully. It’ll look something like this.”
He tugs at your cursed energy, mingling it with his own. Rika screams and prepares to strike.
The air buzzes around Satoru. He lifts two fingers, and the cursed energy around them turns pink―
CRASH!
The blast’s so bright and powerful it darkens the surroundings completely and almost blows Okkotsu away. When the smoke clears, there’s a large trench left in the dirt. Rika’s gone.
“Huh,” you let out. “She fled in her domain to escape.”
“Mhm!” Satoru sounds way too proud of himself. “She figured it was her only chance to avoid it.”
“Was it?”
“Obviously.”
Okkotsu’s quiet beside you. His eyes are wide, jaw slack. He’s impressed, but…
But he looks scared, too.
“I don’t… I don’t think I’ll be able to do that, Sensei…”
Satoru pats his head, smiling reassuringly. “Like I said. Eventually. It’s gonna take hard work!”
The teen hums, clearly unconvinced. He looks down at his hand.
You feel for him. He seems so sad. So lonely.
Satoru lets out an eep!, looking down at his watch. “Yikes, gotta run. Yaga’s gonna be pissed at me.”
You let out a sigh, standing to your full height. “Late again?”
“It’s fiiiiine, he’ll get over it,” Satoru drawls, waving a dismissive hand. “Yuta, work on that cardio while I’m gone, ‘kay? You need to. Like, really.”
Okkotsu deflates and nods.
“Satoru,” you scold.
“What?” You give him a look, and he shrugs. “I’m a teacher, aren’t I?”
You shake your head disapprovingly. You swear, sometimes he doesn’t care how things sound coming out of his mouth.
Still, you nuzzle the top of his head before he goes.
You stay with Okkotsu after Satoru’s left. At first, you lay under the shade of a tree while he runs laps, attention locked on Satoru’s cursed energy. Time slips away from you, and before you know Okkotsu drops heavily beside you and downs half his water bottle in one go.
“Workin’ hard or hardly workin’?” You can’t help but tease.
He startles, like he’d forgotten you were there. Or that you can talk.
“Uh ― working hard. Definitely,” he mumbles, looking down.
He’s pathetic in a way that makes you feel oddly paternal. Like a wet kitten, scared of the world but being very brave about it. You can tell why Satoru likes him.
“She’s a handful, isn’t she?” Rika.
“Yes, that’s… that’s an understatement.” He looks up, sneaking a glance at you every now and then. He wants to say something.
“Spit it out,” you say, not unkindly.
He hesitates. A second, two. Then, “Sensei said you’re to him what Rika is to me… So, he… controls you?”
“Not really, no. He asks to borrow my cursed energy and I give it to him.”
“Then how would I…”
“I was a sorcerer, Okkotsu,” you explain gently. “I’m not like Rika. When sorcerers die, they’re liable to become curses. That’s why they always need to be killed with cursed energy.”
His face falls at your words, and he looks down again. Maybe you shouldn’t have spoken so callously; the thought that you’re a dead man walking is a grim enough one to yourself, so to a fifteen-year-old…
“He cursed me, actually. Although in my case―” you yawn and stretch your neck, “―it was more of a duo project.”
“I don’t understand.”
“What?”
“I thought…” He shakes his head, curling a hand around the ring he wears on a chain. “I thought you’d be the one cursing him. You’re the cursed spirit.”
“Exactly. I’m the cursed spirit. I’m the one who’s cursed.”
He doesn’t answer. Seems to contemplate something. Or realize something. About his own situation, maybe? Did he think Rika was the one cursing him this entire time?
He looks so sad, all of a sudden. You’ve seen this face before, on someone else. You hate it. But nothing you could tell him would make him feel better.
𖦹
Satoru doesn’t return until sundown.
You’re laid on the hardwood floor of his campus apartment when he bursts through the door excitedly.
“Jeez, I’m glad today’s over.”
He drops his jacket on a side table and stretches his arms above his head. His shirt rides up. Drool pools on your tongue at the hint of his soft, tender skin.
“Long day?”
“You can say that again,” he huffs. He stretches out his neck next, and you greedily drink in the sight of his exposed throat. “What are you doing down there?” He asks when he sees you sprawled on the floor.
“It’s comfortable.”
“There’s a king size in the bedroom though?”
“And?”
He rolls his head, removing his blindfold to better stare at you. His eyes glint in the dying light, bottomless pools enchanting you effortlessly. He’s so beautiful. You want to eat him.
He moves to walk past you.
Unacceptable. He made you wait all afternoon, all alone, and he won’t even give you a kiss? You won’t let that stand.
You grab his ankle and pull, and he falls to his knees with a heavy thud.
“Hey!” Indignantly, he glares at you from between his legs. “What was that for, you dick?”
You drag him towards you and wrap your arms around his waist, trying to pull him down to you, but he strains against you. “Let me hold you.”
“Nope, no way. Get off.”
“Satoru…” You drag out the last syllable of his name, emulating the bratty drawl he’s never afraid to use on you. “Come on. Let me hold you. I waited for you all day.”
“Should’ve thought about earlier,” he scoffs, pushing at your head, “before you tripped me like a jerk.”
“You’re saying that like it hurt.”
“It did!”
“Stop lying, I know you still have Infinity on.”
“Hmph.”
He grumbles under his breath, but at least he also stops fighting against your grip and lets himself fall half on top of you. Grateful for the opportunity, you push his shirt up and nuzzle into his stomach, inhaling the scent of his skin.
“Didn’t you miss me?” you breathe against him.
“I wanna shower.”
“Satoru.”
He kicks his leg petulantly. “Let me shower.”
“Not until you admit you missed me.”
“Alright, you big baby.” He rolls to his back, braced on his forearms to look down at you. “I missed you. Can I go shower now.”
“Mm. What’s the point?” You twist and crawl between his legs, nuzzling against his inner thigh. He’s wearing way too many clothes right now. “You’ll need another one when I’m done with you.”
“Can’t give me a second? I just got here and you already wanna fuck me.”
You can’t deny that you’re riled up like crazy. The fight from the afternoon is still in the back of your mind. You haven’t had enough, and you need to blow away that steam somehow.
“Your fault for being so enchanting.”
Satoru snorts. “Charming, really.”
You crawl your way up to his face, nosing and tonguing at his jaw, his neck, his lips. Like this, you’re covering him completely. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to this, how different you look from before. How big you are. How small he seems, compared to you. It makes your head spin.
Satoru wraps an arm around your shoulders, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Seriously. You’re pretty wired. What’s up?” When you don’t reply, his smile turns sly. “Rika got under your skin?”
“I don’t wanna talk about her.”
“Oooh, did I hit a nerve?”
You lace your fingers between his to pin his hand above his head. “…You should’ve let me exorcize her.”
“Don’t think you could’ve, to be honest.”
“Are you saying I can’t?” You let out, pulling back to narrow your eyes at him.
He holds up his free hand placatingly. “Easy, big guy. I’m not doubting you, she’s just, you know. A special case.”
He’s got a point. You’ve never encountered a curse like her in your lifetime; maybe Okkotsu’s the only one who can exorcize her. Undo the curse fully.
You let a huff, nipping at the soft skin beneath his jaw.
“C’mon, it’s not a big deal,” Satoru soothes. “You’ll get over it, won’t you?”
You don’t dignify him with a reply; instead you push his lips open with your mouth and kiss him, slow and deep, sliding your tongue against his. He melts into you, wrapping his legs around your waist.
It’s too easy to get lost in him. He pants against your mouth and you swallow every breath eagerly, pushing your tongue a little further down his throat until he makes a startled noise that does something violent to your composure.
You pull away to mouth at his neck again, heat flashing down in your gut. Teasingly, he rocks his hips against yours, already half-hard in his pants.
Abruptly, he pushes your head away again, ignoring the growl of discontent you can’t help but let out.
“You’re not fucking me on the floor, you dog,” he pants, ornery as always. “Take me to bed.”
“Too far,” you grunt. Your free hand lifts his leg over your shoulder so you can rut into him, dragging your hard cock against his. Too many layers between you. You need them gone. Now.
Satoru hisses at the pressure, head falling back and jaw slacking in pleasure. Fuck, he’s so beautiful like this. You need more, immediately.
“It’s like…” He bites back a moan at a harsher thrust, rocking back against you instinctively. “Like, three steps away.”
“Your point?”
“Babyyy,” he whines, and you feel yourself crumble. “My back hurts.”
“Hold on.”
He barely has time to comply before you’re lifting him off the floor with one arm, your other hand undoing his belt. Surely enough, the apartment’s small enough for you to cross the living room in three strides and step into the bedroom. You’re so busy lapping up the drool dripping from the corner of his lips that you almost hit him against a wall.
He lets out a huff when you drop him heavily on the bed, but you don’t waste time. You drag his pants down his thighs just enough to expose the bulge in his boxers and lave your tongue over it greedily. He’s all wet and sticky with pre, hardening so quickly you almost want to tease him for it. But that’d be a waste of breath, a waste of time that could be used to make him unravel under you instead, so you reign in the urges in favor of taking his clothed bulge into your mouth.
He whines in frustration, pushing his hips against your face harshly.
“Do it properly or don’t do it at all,” he lets out through clenched teeth. He’s reprimanding you, but his hand is fisting the sheets all the same, and he can’t bite back his high, breathy moans.
But you heard him loud and clear. You pull back and drag his pants down his legs fully, taking his boxers with them.
“I thought I was the dog here?” You tease. “Is my Satoru all worked up after all?”
“Ugh, shut up and get to work already!”
He doesn’t have to tell you twice.
“Yes sir,” you breathe.
You lean in and lap at his puckered hole, slobbering all over his shaft, his balls and thighs. You don’t even need to lube him up ― you’re drooling so much that he’ll be drench by the time you take him.
You swipe your tongue over his puffy hole and he keens, his back arching to push his ass harder against your mouth.
“Yeah, yeah, come on,” he pants, “keep going, nh.”
Dutifully, you obey, laving over his hole, circling it. His thighs tremble around your head, shaft leaking and twitching pitifully. You dip your tongue in him and get smothered by his thighs. It only encourages you to push further into him, licking at places he can never reach by himself.
You push your head harder into him, stroking his wall with your firm tongue, breathing in the smell of him, sweat and slick precome. It makes your head spin, makes you want to sink your teeth into him until you can taste something else.
“Fuck,” Satoru whimpers, blindly reaching down to grab your head, “anh, that’s good, baby, c’mon..!”
You rut into the mattress, doubling your efforts to pull more out of him. The friction makes you moan into him, the sound vibrates against his walls and he echoes it, like you pushed it straight into his throat.
Harder. Harder. More. Your tongue brushes against the soft, sensitive spot in him. He cries out and jerks his hips up, to get more or to run from you, you aren’t sure. You pin him down and bully his prostate, drinking in his staccato moans and rubbing yourself against the mattress.
He’s getting close. His thighs twitch around your head, pushing his hips against your face in tiny thrusts, in time with your tongue, his moans are high and breathy―
You pull away from him entirely, pull your tongue out of him with one last lick.
He throws his head back with a whined-out growl, frustrated beyond belief.
“Nooo, no, no, why’d you do that?” He slaps your shoulder, annoyed, and gulps in large breaths like you knocked the wind out of him. Which you kind of did.
“That’s for leaving me alone all day,” you retort, licking your lips to taste the mix of your spit and his pre.
You look down, vaguely aware that’s he’s above you calling you an asshole, but you’re more entranced by the sight below, if you’re honest. His taint is slick and puffed up with your ministrations, ready for the taking. His cock twitches, slick and shiny, and you can’t help but give the mushroom tip one last lick. For the road, you tell yourself.
There’s something even better waiting for you, though. Your own cock is just as slick as his, painfully hard and wanting.
You crawl up his body, licking up his sweat. You push his shirt up as you go, kiss his navel, his chest. You nip at a sensitive nipple, earning yourself a whimper.
Finally, you tug his shirt up and off him, throwing it somewhere to join his pants. For a second, you can’t help but pause to admire him, his skin flushed all the way down to his chest, pupils blown wide, lips red and swollen from his teeth. Eyes dark and hungry, mirroring your own.
He looks so good. Good enough to eat.
He grasps your jaw and shakes you out of your reverie. Still panting, he says, “C’mon, big guy, snap out of it. You gonna fuck me or what?”
And he doesn’t have to tell you twice.
You always feel more beast than man, when you’re with him like this. Your new nature takes over from the old one you try hard to maintain, like a fog descending on your mind.
You wrap an arm around his waist and flip him over with a grunt, sucking at the smooth expanse of his shoulder blades. His spin curves sinfully under your touch, and you drag your tongue up the length of it, pressing your hips against his back.
Your tip catches his hole and he presses back against you, eager to swallow you up.
The first time you fucked, you’d been half out of your mind and barely there. It wasn’t tender or loving, nothing but animal hunger that only he could’ve brought out of you. You’d been scared to hurt him. You’d been scared you were too big for him.
He’d proven you wrong by begging for it like a bitch in heat, the size of your cock only making him more eager.
You’re less scared now, but still. He’s not exactly built for this, so you take your time.
The moan he lets out when you sink your tip into him almost makes you lose it entirely.
“Mnh, fuck, come on, put it in already…!”
“Easy, Satoru,” you pant against his shoulder. You’re barely in, and he’s already squeezing you like he’s trying to strangle you.
“’M tired of taking it easy.” He pushes his ass against you until you’re bottomed out, throwing his head back against your shoulder. “Fuuuck, yeah, that’s it… ah, that’s so good, s-so big…”
You look down at his taint― big mistake. The sight of him, stretched beyond his limits around you, hole fluttering and slick with spit, makes your gut clench painfully. You pull out and slam back into him, tearing a cry from his throat.
The rhythm you settling is harsh and punishing, hips slapping his ass raw. The bed shakes with every thrust, smacking against the wall.
Satoru buries his face into the pillow, half-smothering his high, keening moans. You lean down to suck at the back of his neck, sneaking in a little nip here and there just to feel him jump and flinch.
With every hard thrust, your meaty cock crushes against his sweet spot and beyond. A given, considering how fucking big it is. You bully him open with every stroke, it’s like you forcefully make his eyes roll back in his skull, like you rip every moan and whine out of his throat yourself.
He doesn’t have the energy or the wherewithal to keep his mouth shut ― poor thing’s too focused on how good it feels to be speared open and fucked into the mattress ― so you seize the opportunity when you see it and slip a clawed finger in his mouth.
Miraculously, he finds the strength to close his lips around it and suck greedily, his moans vibrating around your finger. You stroke his tongue in time with your harsh thrusts, making sure to keep him nice and stuffed from both ends.
His taint twitches and flutters around you, and he curls into the mattress to rock his hips back harder.
You reach around his waist to press against his belly. Your cock is bulging through his skin, like you’re moving his organs out of the way to make room for yourself. You can’t help but press a hand there, hard, to feel yourself go in and out of him, feel the tremor in his navel at the pressure.
“Oh, anh sh-shit, that’s― that’s so good, baby, that’s so fucking good!”
“Getting close, sweetie?” You pant against him. You follow his movement and drop your forehead to the mattress to curl above him and look him in the eye, completely covering him with your body. The stink of sweat and sex fills your nostrils and only makes you pound into him harder. The wet slap of your thighs on his own, covered in spit and sweat and pre, bounces on the walls.
It’s like you’re in your own little bubble, just you and him and no one else in the world. His taste on your tongue, his scent in your lungs, his voice so sweet and desperate in your ears, his puffy, pink hole swallowing you up ― you never want to leave.
The change in angle is small, but even that’s too much for him. His prostate’s swollen, abused beyond his limits, each stroke sends a sharp tingle down the length of his body until even his toes are curling in delight.
“Fuck, f-fuck― coming, coming, I’m…!”
He bites around your finger with a sharp cry when he comes, spilling all over the mattress, his abs, his soft, creamy thighs. Your slow your pace the slightest bit to fuck him through it, pushing your tongue past his lips to drink in his high, pitchy moans.
His hole tightens like a vice around you and your orgasm follows his suit. You push your hips flush against his to bury yourself as far as he’ll allow, press hard on the shape of your cock and bite his pillow with all the strength of your jaw. It tears under your teeth, and the soft feather filling spills out like your spend spills out of him, white creamy tendrils dripping down his ass and thighs, back to the front to his twitching cock.
Your strength dissipates and your arms give out from under you. You let yourself fall heavily on top of him.
If he were in his right mind, he’d protest immediately, but you’ve fucked him dumb enough that you’ve got peace and quiet for a good minute, so you simply lay there and soak in his body heat.
Tenderly, you rub his soft thighs, caressing the indents your teeth left behind, the bruises you’ve sucked into his skin. The marks you’ve left on him, the proof that he belongs to you. It soothes the animal part of your brain that demands you keep him tucked into your side, away from view, away from anyone.
It takes a second for him to come back to himself.
“You’re heavy,” he whines from under you, voice muffled by the bedsheets.
“You’re comfortable, though.”
“Y/N, move!”
“Mm. No.”
He lets out a long-suffering sigh, to make sure you know he’s really not okay with this, but he still gives up and melts under you.
It’s quiet for another moment, the silence only broken by his panting breaths as he slowly returns to his body.
“…You okay?” You murmur. You run your tongue over his shoulder, leaving tender nips in your wake.
“Yeah, yeah. Fine,” he breathes. You move to pull out of him but he startles and tenses. “No, no, wait. Stay a little bit more.”
“You’re sure?” You ask skeptically.
“Sure.” He wiggles his hips teasingly. “Wanna feel you in me a little more.”
Well, how could you say no to that?
You settle back down against him and nuzzle his temple affectionately. He’s warm, slick with sweat, flushed a lovely pink all the way to his chest. He’s so beautiful. You want to eat him.
At some point, he starts telling you about his day. You close your eyes, lace your fingers with his and let his voice soothe you.
His voice in your ear. His scent in your nose. His taste on your tongue. His warmth against your skin. You feel like you’re in a bubble. Just you and him, alone.
Just you and him, together.
to everyone who commented "we could've had a smut scene???" on dead beat this one's for you
yandere boyfriend gojo! x virgin reader! you were at your boyfriend's place for a movie night, enjoying a cozy evening together but very nice & understanding boyfriend of yours had other plans.
[18+]tw;dubcon/noncon,sexual coercion,boundary pushing/violations,sexual entitlement,forced nudity, manhandling,distress during intimacy,fingering,pussy praise and eating,mentions of natural/unshaved pussy(and reader being kind of insecure and embarrassed about it)
"Don't you trust me?"
"I do" your voice croaked as you responded.
“Then come on, spread your legs baby” he said in a sweet voice, in the same tone when he was trying to make you skip classes, make you kiss him, or asking you to change before going out on dates.
“Come on baby, lemme take it off.”
His hands were already sliding down your thighs trying to pry them apart as you pressed them together, tighter than before.
You shook your head in disagreement.
“Toru please–”
The movie you two had been watching was still playing in the background, some dialogue and music playing softly on his laptop at the foot of the bed.
The couple onscreen was giving promises to each other of forever love, and you had been imagining you and your boyfriend in the same, getting married, having kids,growing old together with him feeling all gushy, mushy and lots and lots of affection for him.
Things had escalated after that one lazy kiss during the scene where the on screen couple was being intimate.
Instead of letting you go he had deepened the kiss, his hands sliding up inside your top, feeling your breasts and eventually he had taken it off. And you had let him, laughing how he was kissing you all over as if starved of you.
All of it felt good and you had been totally fine with it.
Until now.
It all happened too fast for you to understand as you were sent sprawling on his bed fully, with him on top as he unbuttoned your jeans and the next moment you were without it.
With him hovering over you, his half lidded blue eyes looking down at you as he coaxed you to open your legs.
His one hand had your half bare hips covered, while the other's fingers dug inside your pantie’s waistband.
A knot was starting to form in your stomach, clenched hard, slowly leading up to your chest. This was moving faster than you had expected, way faster.
You had been very clear from the starting only. In the early phase of your dating when things were still light and flirty, you had let him know that you were a virgin and quite inexperienced in that matter so you would like to take your time with it and wait.
The idea of going all the way made your stomach twist and you wanted to feel completely ready, mentally and emotionally, before taking that step.
Gojo had smiled at you then, pulled you into his lap and kissed your forehead comforting you “No rush, baby, we will take it slow” that's what he had said.
But slowly as the month's passed and you two started becoming more and more closer he had started to test your boundaries.
There were nights where he would be kissing you with his hands wandering further and further, whispering how badly he wanted you while his fingers tugged at your clothes. There also had been few times where he didn't try to hide and had straight up asked you for it, voice full of lust and hope and once or twice he had even tried to get you comfortable into doing it but every time you had tensed up and backed off for some reason.
And even though he had stopped then it was not like he had been understanding at those times. No, instead he would get snappy and irritated but he would cool down eventually and say it was fine,that he understood.
He had been patient and understanding with you… mostly, except for tonight.
You felt his fingers digging deeper at the waistband of your panties as he slowly started tugging it down. It moved easily at first, sliding over your hips, but the moment it reached your closed thighs as you clenched your legs instinctively tighter than before, shrieking at him for pulling it down, it bunched up near your knees awkwardly, followed by your shaky, teary voice of plea.
“Toru, I-I really don’t want to… please”
There was no answer from him as you begged him not to.
Instead, he kept going like he hadn’t heard you, or maybe just didn’t want to. Slowly, too patiently, he worked one knee between yours, easing your legs apart as words of refusal kept coming from you which didn't seem to fall to his ears.
A soft gasp slipped out of you when the panties finally came free, your hands immediately as soon as it was off you went flying to your mound, trying to cover the soft, dark curls between your legs. You hadn’t even shaved in weeks, maybe longer and that fact alone with the insecurity and embarassment of him seeing you like that made you go red and shout at him harder.
He finally pulled it the rest of the way down to your calves and ankles tossing them aside somewhere near on the floor with your jeans.
A chuckle rumbled through his chest as he looked at you, eyes full of lust. He caught your wrists so you couldn't hide your pussy for long, gathering them in one of his large hands and pressing them softly against your chest.
His eyes dropped between your thighs, lingering there as you squeezed your legs letting out teary whimpers.
“Baby…” he murmured, voice low and soft, like he was trying to soothe you even when he nudged your legs apart once more. “You’re so pretty down here. Why are you trying to hide from me?”
“Toru, please…” The words came out watery as tears finally spilled over, slipping down the sides of your face.
Gojo clicked his tongue softly, a quiet little tut that sounded affectionate, similar to when he was disappointed in you for skipping breakfast or reacting to some clumsy behaviour of yours.
His fingers finally moved, touching your slit. The first touch was almost feather light, just the pad of his middle finger tracing the outer edge of your slit, barely parting the folds and just wandering around the line of your closed pussy lips.
A loud, involuntary moan had escaped from your lips before you could stop it as you felt his touch on the most intimate part of yours. Your face burned with shame, the flush crawling down your neck and chest as you squeezed your eyes shut. God, had that sound really come from you?
Gojo chuckled at that, sounding really happy and content at the sound you made, the vibration of his laugh rumbling against you where his body hovered close to you. As you closed your eyes, turning your face away from him to the side, feeling way too many things to process.
Is she worried about being bushy because fuck, has she no idea how hot it is?
The thought flickered through his mind as his fingers threaded lightly through the soft, dark curls of yours. If that was what had you so shy and embarassed, you were worrying over nothing.
You felt his fingers all over your pussy, his fingers felt so different from yours when you were touching yourself, it was as if you were being touched for the first, which you were but you had thought that it wouldn't feel much different from what you did to yourself.
Oh, how wrong you had been and now even when you bit your lips sounds of pleasure couldn't help but escape your lips.
He ran his fingers over your slit a few more times, nudging your clit now and then. Each pass pulled another shaky, pretty little moan and whimpers from your lips, no matter how hard you tried to hold them back.
The pad of his finger would dip lightly between your folds, brushing near your entrance before sliding back up toward your clit in lazy, teasing circles. His touch made your hips twitch despite yourself of not wanting to.
He had been trying to get this chance for quite sometime now. You two had been dating for about an year now and he had not even fucked you!
That was the longest he had dated someone and that too without burying his cock in them. He was the guy who usually didn’t last even two dates without getting laid and then there he was almost being a celibate despite having such a fucking beautiful and perfect girlfriend.
You were a really sweet thing but too shy and anxious about your first time. When he got to know you were virgin fuck he was elated to fuck that sweet virgin pussy of yours only that you never gave him the chance. So, he had to make one for himself.
He had tried everything, lazy makeout sessions, grinding against you while kissing, telling you how hard he was and how badly he needed you but nothing, nothing worked against you.
Weren't you mean to him? Leaving him all worked after few kisses and touches, never giving him full access to you.
He had been so frustrated and pent up all this time. Nights spent jerking off in the shower after dropping you off after getting just a sweet little kiss from you, imagining how tight and warm you’d feel. How pretty you’d look stretched around his cock.
The thought of going to one of his previous dates had crossed his mind and letting his cock get what it wanted but no, his heart wanted you.
He had these feelings for you which he didn't for any other women he had being with before you and god forbid if he thought with his cock and ended up upsetting and hurting you because of that. He would be damned if he lost you because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants, he didn't wanna lose you.
So, he could only touch himself to the memories of your shy little gasps instead of going out and getting laid but today finally it was time to get what he had been waiting and sacrificing for so long.
His middle finger traced lazingly along your slit, gathering the growing wetness and spreading it over your folds. You were slowly getting wet, even when you kept crying, your pretty little protests mixed with moans as you bucked your hips forward, twitching whenever he brushed near your clit.
He had been dying to see you like this. Tired of being the 'good and understanding boyfriend.'
“You have no idea how long I have wanted this” he murmured against your skin, voice low and rough as he pressed his lips against your thighs, kissing there slowly, his mouth trailing near your pussy.
He didn’t rush though. Instead, he continued kissing the sides of your thighs almost near your pussy but too far away as his fingers kept spreading your folds open a little more. His thumb eventually joined in, brushing lightly through the dark curls above your clit, playing with the soft hair there as your brain kept getting mushier.
And you started crying harder than before, which did get his attention as your chest racked with heavy sobs as he held your wrists there.
Gojo immediately let go of your wrists. His large hands moving to cup your face instead, thumbs gently wiping at the tears sliding down your cheeks.
“Hey, hey… don’t cry, okay?” he murmured softly. “I am gonna take real good care of you as we do it, baby. I promise and look you're also enjoying yourself right? It feels good when I touch you” he continued trying to sound comforting but he was anything but that.
“I think we shouldn’t do it today. I don't want to, why are you not getting this” you choked out between sobs, fresh tears spilling over his palms. “Toru, please understand… I am not ready for this right now.”
He leaned in closer, pressing soft kisses to your wet cheek, then along your jaw as out of habit you wrapped your hands around his neck.
“If not today, then someday, right?” another kiss, this one at the corner of your mouth.
“But–” you tried to say only for him stop you by pressing his lips on your mouth, swallowing your words with it. As slowly he got up wiping your tears with his thumb, pressing a small kiss on your forehead, his broad shoulders settling between your legs once again.
Your blurry, tear-filled eyes barely had time to register what was happening as you saw his head dip lower between your parted legs.
The warm heat of his mouth pressed directly over your pussy. A sob slipped out, mixing with a helpless whimper when he took your clit gently between his lips, making you arch your back off the bed as your hands went to his lowered head for support.
Your fingers tightening in his hair, pulling, pushing, you didn’t even know anymore.
All you felt was pleasure pooling hot and heavy in your belly, fighting against the tight knot that you had felt.
“Toru…ahh–” Your voice cracked, half protest and moan.
He didn't respond immediately instead he dragged his tongue up the length of your slit in one long, slow stroke, tasting the wetness that had gathered there despite everything, on his tongue. Only after that he lifted his head up to look at your pleasure filled ruined face, your legs now wrapped around him.
"If not today then someday right? So why not today, baby?”
