︵ ೀ mdni. suguru and zuko are losing their minds trying to eat your pussy at the same time
"Zuko, move over—let me taste her properly," Suguru growls, his long black hair cascading over his shoulders as he shoves at the Firelord's scarred shoulder, both men kneeling between your spread thighs on the silk-draped bed.
Their breaths come hot and ragged against your exposed pussy, already slick and swollen from their earlier teasing touches.
"Fuck that," Zuko snaps back, amber eyes flashing with possessive fire, his topknot loosening as he leans in closer, the burn scar on his face tightening with frustration. "She's my wife—you get what's left after I make her scream first."
His tongue darts out, flat and insistent, lapping a bold stripe up your folds, the rough heat of it sending a jolt straight to your core. You arch off the mattress, a whimper escaping your lips as his mouth seals over your clit, sucking hard enough to make your toes curl.
Suguru isn't one to yield; his dark eyes narrow, a smirk curling his lips as he grips your inner thigh, nails digging in just shy of pain. "Sharing means we both devour her, idiot," he murmurs, voice low and velvety, before shoving his face right alongside Zuko's.
Their cheeks brush—Zuko's stubbled jaw scraping against Suguru's smoother skin—as Suguru's tongue plunges into your entrance, thrusting wet and deep while Zuko's circles your clit with relentless flicks.
The dual assault hits you like lightning, their mouths working in chaotic harmony, tongues battling for space on your dripping pussy.
"Oh god—yes, just like that," you gasp, your hands flying to their heads—one tangling in Zuko's loose black strands, the other fisting Suguru's silky locks. Your hips buck involuntarily, grinding against their faces, the obscene slurps and moans vibrating through your sensitive flesh.
Zuko's tongue presses flat against your clit, rubbing side to side with urgent pressure, while Suguru's delves deeper, curling inside you to stroke your walls, his lips sucking at your folds like he's starving.
Suguru pulls back just enough to speak, his chin glistening with your arousal, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your throbbing entrance. "Taste how wet she is for us? She's fucking soaking my tongue—bet you can't make her clench like I do."
He dives back in, two fingers joining his tongue, scissoring inside your tight heat, stretching you open as his mouth latches onto the side of your pussy, licking broad and greedy.
Zuko growls against your skin, the vibration making you shudder, his free hand sliding up your thigh to join Suguru's—his rougher fingers brushing against the curse user's smoother ones as they both pump into you now, three digits total twisting and curling in unison.
"Shut up and eat her out properly," Zuko retorts, his voice muffled as he sucks your clit between his teeth, nipping lightly before soothing it with rapid laps. "Feel that? Her pussy's pulsing around our fingers because of me. She's mine—ours—but I'll make her cum first."
Their rivalry only amps the intensity; tongues clash accidentally over your clit, wet and messy, as they lap at you from different angles—Zuko focusing on the swollen nub, sucking and flicking with firebender precision, while Suguru's mouth explores lower, tongue-fucking your hole alongside their thrusting fingers.
Your thighs tremble around their heads, the heat of their breaths mingling, sweat beading on Zuko's sharp jawline and trickling down to mix with the slick mess on Suguru's elegant features.
The room fills with the sounds of their feast: wet smacks, hungry groans, and your escalating moans as pleasure builds like a storm.
"Suguru—Zuko—don't stop, please," you beg, your voice breaking as you rock against their mouths, chasing the edge. Suguru's fingers hook inside you, grazing that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids, while Zuko's thumb joins the fray, rubbing firm circles over your clit now that his tongue dips down to lick at Suguru's invading digits.
They're losing it, both men panting like animals, their cocks straining against their pants—Zuko's formal red robes hiked up, Suguru's dark attire disheveled—as they fight for every drop of your essence.
"Fuck, she's so sweet," Suguru groans, pulling his fingers out only to replace them with his tongue again, thrusting deeper while Zuko takes over the clit-sucking, his lips forming a tight seal that pulls a cry from your throat. "I could bury my face in this pussy all night—watch her squirt on my tongue while you just kneel there."
Zuko's response is a heated snarl, his hand fisting in Suguru's hair to yank him closer, forcing their mouths to overlap completely now.
Tongues tangle not just with you but each other in the slick chaos, both lapping at your folds simultaneously, one on each side, their noses bumping your clit as they devour you.
"Like hell—I'm the one making her thighs shake. Taste her cum when I push her over." His fingers plunge back in, three now, pumping fast and deep, knuckles grazing Suguru's chin as the other man sucks at your entrance around them.
The overload is too much; your body seizes, orgasm ripping through you like wildfire. "I'm—cumming!" you scream, walls clamping down on Zuko's fingers, gushing wetness over both their faces.
They don't let up—Suguru's tongue thrusts through your spasms, lapping up the flood, while Zuko sucks your clit through the waves, prolonging the ecstasy until you're a trembling mess, hips jerking erratically.
But they're not done; as you come down, gasping for air, Suguru lifts his head, lips shiny and swollen, eyes wild with lust.
"That was just the start—look at her, still dripping. My turn to make her beg." He shoves Zuko aside playfully, but the Firelord pushes right back, both men diving in again, tongues fighting for dominance over your oversensitive pussy.
Zuko's mouth claims your clit once more, sucking with renewed vigor, his scarred face buried deep as his tongue flicks mercilessly. "No—mine to finish," he mutters, voice thick with need, one hand reaching down to palm his own hard cock through his pants, the outline thick and throbbing.
Suguru counters by spreading your folds wider with his thumbs, exposing every inch for his tongue to trace, dipping in to swirl around Zuko's relentless assault.
Their free hands roam your body—Suguru's palming your breast, pinching the nipple hard, while Zuko's traces fire patterns on your thigh, the warmth almost bending the air.
"You're both—driving me insane," you moan, grinding down on their faces, the friction sparking aftershocks that make your toes curl.
Suguru's tongue presses flat against your entrance, lapping upward to clash with Zuko's on your clit, their lips brushing in the mess, accidental kisses turning heated as they lose themselves in you.
Saliva and your arousal drip down their chins, soaking the sheets, the air thick with the scent of sex and their mingled groans.
Suguru breaks away briefly, his breath hot on your inner thigh. "Tell him how good my tongue feels stretching you—deeper than his ever could." He demonstrates, plunging in long and slow, fucking you with it while his fingers circle your ass teasingly, adding a new layer of sensation.
Zuko's eyes blaze, jealousy fueling his efforts; he sucks harder, teeth grazing your clit just enough to sting sweetly, his fingers joining Suguru's at your entrance now, both sets pumping in tandem—four fingers total, stretching you wide and filling you completely.
"Liar—she's creaming on my mouth. Say it, princess—tell him I'm the one who owns this pussy." His voice is wrecked, raw desire cracking through his commanding tone, the gold ornament in his topknot glinting as he shakes his head side to side, tongue lashing your clit.
The dual penetration of their fingers, combined with the constant licking, builds you up again impossibly fast. "Both of you—fuck, I love it," you cry, your hands pulling them closer, forcing their faces flush against you.
They relent into sync, tongues and fingers working as one: Suguru thrusting deep while Zuko circles high, their cheeks pressed together, breaths syncing in hot puffs.
Your second climax hits harder, a tidal wave that has you screaming their names, pussy clenching rhythmically around their digits, squirting lightly onto their eager mouths.
They drink you down greedily—Suguru swallowing with a satisfied hum, Zuko licking every drop with fervent laps—until you're boneless, quivering in the aftermath.
Panting, they finally pull back, faces flushed and slick, eyes locked on each other with a mix of rivalry and shared hunger. Suguru wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking. "Not bad, Firelord—but next time, I get her ass while you watch."
Zuko chuckles darkly, leaning in to kiss you fiercely, tasting yourself on his lips before nipping your earlobe.
"Dream on. She's still trembling from me." His hand slides up your thigh, fingers teasing your spent entrance. "Ready for round three? We could take turns fucking you senseless."
Suguru's grin widens, his cock freed from his pants now, hard and leaking as he strokes himself lazily. "Or both at once—stretch that pretty pussy around us."
𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 ─ this is my first kinktober series, i hope u all enjoy <3 welcome to the masterlist which i aim to update daily with new fics for you to read . . . the taglist is still open! and as always mdni, this series includes 18+ only works 𑄽𑄺
獄門疆 ── 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 && summaries and cw are listed below, please be mindful
♩ 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗦 ─ case files will drop daily, and will be archived below as time goes on. keep reading for exclusive file access . . . ❪ 𝐀𝐑𝐓 :: to00fu ❫
&001 𓄵 RED WINE SUPERNOVA
𐙚 yuki tsukumo 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. you might have been a lousy sorcerer, and an even lousier bartender with dreams of makin' it big, but gravity's a bitch that tends to bring you back down to earth. tonight, though? it's special grade sorceress yuki tsukumo pulling you under her . . .
✴︎ wlw, cûnnilingus, trîbbing
&002 𓄵 STILL INTO YOU
𐙚 nanami kento 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. your husband isn't the type to easily fall victim to self doubt nor insecurities, but sometimes a little extra sugar talkin' doesn't hurt to remind the man you love that you chose him
✴︎ husband!nanami, cowgîrl, brèeding kînk
&003 𓄵 FINESSE
𐙚 multi 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. you give them the house tour, takin' them to the first, second and third floor! why are your clothes still on?
&004 𓄵 ONE OF YOUR GIRLS
𐙚 geto suguru 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. you wish gojo had checked the hotel booking details before he clicked pay. but your friend has his phone switched off on vacation, leaving you grappling with your mortal enemy, geto suguru, for the solitary bed in the most garish love hotel room you've ever laid your poor eyes upon.
✴︎ geto never defected au, enemies to lovers, aphrodisiac curses, reverse cowgîrl, creampîe, oräl (m)
&005 𓄵 JUST KEEP WATCHING
𐙚 gojo satoru & naoya zen'in 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. life as 'the strongest' is no walk in the park. gojo satoru lives a fraught existence, carefully balanced between clan expectations, missions, corrupt elders and his exorbitant electricity bill that he keeps forgetting to pay. he's also deeply, madly in love with his coworker and college, you. . .
it's a shame that you're married to the most annoying skank ass bitch to ever grace the planet, naoya zen'in. his childhood former best friend.
𐙚 gojo satoru 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. the eyes of the racing world never leave gojo satoru, cameras and microphones chasing after his every move, his every word. and when the weekend's poor performance leaves the podium just out of reach, he finds comfort in the arms of the one person he trusts. you, his girlfriend . . . his biggest secret from the media and adoring fans.
✴︎ f1!au, scuderia ferrari is its own warning iykyk, swîtch!gojo, semi-public sèx, cowgîrl, oräl (f)
&007 𓄵 FUCK IT, GUESS WE BOTH AIN'T SHIT
𐙚 ryomen sukuna 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. you recruited infamous frat boy, gojo satoru, as your date to this summer mixer, in a carefully timed move to snub your nose at your asshole ex-boyfriend. unfortunately, sukuna isn't as keen to let you slip away from him, and he's prepared to prove it.
✴︎ ex!sukuna, college au, gojo cameo, oral (f), wall sèx, rough sèx, hate sèx (or is it?)
&008 𓄵 TASTE
𐙚 gojo satoru & geto suguru 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. it sounds like the start of a trashy erotic film. your ex-boyfriend shows up at your front door, interrupting your current boyfriend who's got you folded over like a pretzel. it kind of ends like a trashy film too, but it's not like you knew that your boyfriend, and your ex were former best friends either!
𐙚 choso kamo 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. chasing after your boss's hedonistic, gloomy son wasn't quite how you planned to spend a saturday afternoon, nor were you expecting to find yourself being roped into being his date for a glamorous gala, one attended only by the cream of the elite crop. but choso is eager to prove he can absolutely put his mouth right where his money is.
✴︎ succession inspired, emo!choso w/ roman roy influences, hotel sèx & lingerie, dom!choso
&010 𓄵 DENIAL IS A RIVER
𐙚 choso kamo 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. you were hailed as a selfless and noble hero for volunteering to stay behind, guarding master tengen from a dangerous, bloodthirsty sorcerer. and sure, obviously, you did it for the greater good of the jujutsu world. but let's not mention how you want that death painting cookie so fuckin' bad.
aka you're about to show shibuya a real incident . . .
✴︎ vîrgin!choso, big dîck choso, mastûrbation (f), voyeûrism, lots of nût busting if u get what i mean
&011 𓄵 XO, JUST SAY YES
𐙚 gojo satoru 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. xoxo, gossip girl here. rumours are flying faster than champagne at last night's gala. whispers are circulating that gojo satoru might be more than just a thorn in the side of his favourite rival, because who else would whisk you away in a limosine?
and don't think for a second that it's just a ride. sources say sparks flew hotter than tokyo's most exclusive private clubs when the two of you were left alone, and things got sticky. no one expected you two to be allies, but with your infamous breakup making headlines, gojo might be playing a different game this time. the question is: is it really revenge, or something far more addictive? keep your eyes open, loves. this game of cat and mouse has only just begun.
✴︎ ex!naoya, public breakup, enemies to lovers, rival!gojo, limo sèx, fîlming, jewellery kînk
&012 𓄵 15 MINUTES
𐙚 multi 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. short on time? no problem, they can do a lot with fifteen minutes. . .
&013 𓄵 APRIL SHOWER
𐙚 toji fushiguro 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. you need a date to sister's wedding, to at least appease your nosy family. and toji fushiguro will never turn down the chance for a free buffet. it's a win-win scenario!
✴︎ college au, wedding guest!toji, beach sèx, cowgîrl, confessions & feelings, fake dating au
&014 𓄵 IF YOU WANT MY LOVE . . .
𐙚 multi 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. pussy so good, he can fuck all night!
&015 𓄵 CHACONNE
𐙚 ryomen sukuna 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. ryomen sukuna is the king of curses, for no other sorcerer has come close to rivalling the sheer power and destruction of his cursed technique. with a vast estate that rivals that of the emperor in heian-kyo, and enough gold to rebuild the capital ten times over, there is no doubt that everything the light touches belongs to him.
but sukuna himself? he belongs to his wife.
✴︎ heian era, trueform!kuna, dp, sub!sukuna
&016 𓄵 FAST PACE
𐙚 gojo satoru 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. you give gojo a much needed break from the paperwork that's been driving him up the wall all week. and how could he ever say no to his gorgeous, gorgeous wife . . . ?
𐙚 geto suguru & kenjaku 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. in all your years as a jujutsu sorcerer, you've never taken on a mission like this. and evidently, neither has your boyfriend, geto, who's flabbergasted by the suave, mysterious clone that's walking around his face. but you're not not into it. . .
𐙚 multi 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. these older men come back to the kitty, because she's kinda pretty . . . u all know how the song goes, i don't need to explain
&019 𓄵 YOU RIGHT (CAN'T HELP IT, I WANT YOU)
𐙚 geto suguru 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. you've heard a lot of tales about the infamous geto suguru. a liar, a mass murder and a cult leader who preys on the weak. a man marked with red ink for execution, with a ledger that drips blood over his pristine temple floors.
whatever. you're just here to do your job, to learn and grow under the mentorship of gojo satoru, so you can follow in your former teacher's steps and teach at your alma mater. but snooping through gojo's inbox reveals a series of trash-talking emails from an account that hasn't been publicly updated since 2007.
you decide to follow up on that, stepping into the world of jujutsu's most wanted criminal.
✴︎ age gap implied, canon!geto, under the table, on a hotel balcony, on a temple floor . . . u name it
&020 𓄵 EYES ON YOU
𐙚 ryomen sukuna 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. you hate that broad, delicious nerd who sits in the back of your class, always mouthing off about how he's just so much smarter than you and far more deserving of that rare archaeology scholarship. a single bed at the dig site, a night at a bar, and an ill-timed confession result in you managing to break ryomen sukuna's walls down, finally.
✴︎ nerd!sukuna, college au, history/archaeology students, academic rivals, miscommunication, jealousy, ink is used in the bedroom, big dîck/vîrgin sukuna
&021 𓄵 YOUNGBLOOD
𐙚 hajime kashimo 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. you're not sure what to make of the god of lightning, but you sure wish he would knock before barging into your room . . . especially if you were busy
✴︎ culling games arc, sorcerer!reader, use of jujutsu/ct, mastûrbation, swîtch!kashimo
&022 𓄵 AMERICAN WEDDING
𐙚 ryomen sukuna 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. a tipsy night out on town results in a groggy wakeup call. good lord! you're a newlywed to a big, burly man who's just as confused as you are. there are three major points of concern. firstly, that your new husband might be a mobster. and secondly, that his family seems to really be rooting for you. and thirdly, he doesn't seem to want to divorce you.
✴︎ mafia!sukuna, early 20th century insp, sukuna fumbles a few times, strîp tease, cowgîrl, revèrse cowgîrl, overstîm
&023 𓄵 I'MGONNAGETYOUBACK
𐙚 toji fushiguro 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. you and your ex husband are finalising the details of your divorce. because sometimes when it's broke, there's no point in fixing it. unfortunately, the two of you seem to be making it a lot harder for your divorce lawyer, because it hardly helps your case when neither you nor toji can stay away from each other . . .
✴︎ exhusband!toji, yearning, couch sèx, squîrtin'
&024 𓄵 NEXT2U
𐙚 gojo satoru 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. gojo satoru is the most powerful sorcerer of the modern age, and he truly doesn't believe someone like him is destined for love. that all changes when he stumbles into a small, innocuous café, and realises life can be so much sweeter.
✴︎ non-sorcerer!reader, opposite of meet cute, crushes & love confession, making it fît, overstîm
&025 𓄵 NETWORK LOVE
𐙚 gojo satoru 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. imagine your shock when you realise your charming, clever, witty digital pen-pal is the campus's biggest nerd, gojo satoru. the same man who has you reaching into your panties late at night is also the same man who trips over thin air when he sees you . . .
✴︎ nerd!jo, sèxting, videos/photos sharing, vîrgin!gojo, cowgîrl, popular!reader, college au
&026 𓄵 NONSENSE
𐙚 nanami kento 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. no-one is happier than you when nanami kento makes the decision to return to the world of jujutsu. you've been eyeing that blonde lollipop for, like, forever. #what # who said that
✴︎ annoyance to friends to lovers, he's such a gentleman, dinner dates and a good bäng afterwards
&027 𓄵 SEOUL CITY
𐙚 shui kong 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. shui kong couldn't care less about the world of jujutsu, about the ridiculous & absurd lives of those who can see monsters and curses. but when your overseas mission leads you to cross paths with the businessman on the streets of his home city, seoul, he realises that not all sorcerers are worth disregarding . . .
✴︎ love not at first sight, sorcerer!reader, grumpy x sunshine, dom!shui
&028 𓄵 STICKY SITUATION
𐙚 choso kamo 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. this is your fault, choso claims. after all, you should have known better than to leave your vibrator lying around for him to experiment with.
✴︎ masturbatîon, exhîbition, plenty of vîbrator usage . .
&029 𓄵 TUMBLR GIRLS
𐙚 naoya zen'in 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. you're familiar with this particular genre of men, spoilt rich boys swimming in family money. dior sweaters, s-class sports cars, plenty of champagne, yeah, you're no stranger to being adored by wealthy men. naoya zen'in might be weird and rude, with a disturbing tendency to claim that he's a sorcerer and yes, magic is real (okay . . . sure) but he's not a bad fuck at all so you can put up with his delusional ramblings, right?
𐙚 geto suguru 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. despite what your emo, pretentious boyfriend claims about tropical vacations ruining his perfectly curated aesthetic (please, like anyone can't just listen to indie bands) he seems to enjoy the sight of you frolicking in clear waters, especially in that new bikini set he gifted you . . .
✴︎ geto on vacation, hotel sèx, food play, big dîck geto YAY who cheered (i did!)
&031 𓄵 SYRINGA . halloween special
𐙚 gojo satoru 𓏸 𝒔𝒖𝒎. there was no colour upon her cheek, not even upon her lip; yet there was a stillness about her face that seemed almost as attaching as the life that once dwelt there. — the vampyre, john polidori (1819)
in which lilacs are woven into your hair, ivory muslin draped over your figure, and pearls strung around your neck. all so the infamous, monstrous count in the old manor can be satisfied with a bride, and cease feasting on the villagers. but gojo satoru hasn't been sighted with mortal eyes for over a hundred years.
sanji would be so morally conflicted to have any type of sexual contact with you while you’re sleeping even if you prep him extensively with reassurance he’s allowed to touch you while you slumber
meanwhile luffy will full on put whole cock inside you, titties in his mouth as long as he’s had explicit permission before
zoro would take you at your word too, but he’s not the type to have a somnophilia kink, he’d much rather you be awake and fully alert when he’s fucking you
Warnings: haha, once again dubious consent, dark content, nun!reader, use of sister to refer to reader, religious blasphemy, like quite a bit of religious blasphemy, forward sukuna, he's also kinda a hoe, dom!sukuna, sub!nun!reader, mention of masturbation, fondling, backshots position, sex against a desk, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, and creampie
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A nun is not supposed to lust. You are not supposed to sin. Your heart, soul, and body belong to Christ. But why? Why does this sin feel so good?
He came into church occasionally. He didn’t seem to take it very seriously. He would sit in on ceremonies and sermons, but only occasionally, perhaps once a month or so. He would, however, come to confession very frequently.
He came in on a rainy day, hoping to cleanse himself of whatever deed he had committed that week. His pink hair was drenched, and his jacket, which covered his tattoos, was covered in droplets that dripped. You couldn’t help but jump at his sudden entrance into the church. Your heart was pounding in your ears. He really did surprise you, didn’t he?
You watch him walk over to the confession booth, but he huffs out soon after. He stomps towards you, and you cower, getting up from your position of prayer. He stalks right to you, his eyes focused and angry.
“Is he not here?” the man asks, referring to the priest. You stutter out before giving him a proper answer.
“Uh, he may be in his office,” you reply. “I can bring you there if you wish.” The man nods, and you both begin walking towards one of the rooms at the back of the church.
You just knocked on the door and asked for the priest, but you didn't get an answer. Odd. So, you open the door to find an empty office.
“Maybe he is in the connecting room,” you suggest. “Allow me to check while you wait in his visitor’s chair.” The man nods again and sits down in the chair you mentioned. You walk to the connecting door behind the desk, which is located at the end of the small office room, and knock on it. Once again, you get no answer. Oh no, you think. I cannot open this door without the permission of the Priest or the Mother. Only the priest and the Convent Mother can tell you whether you can proceed to the priest’s quarters. You look back at the man sitting in the chair.
“Not here?” he suspects. You shake your head while giving the man a sympathetic look.
“Typical,” he says.
“Uh, sir?” You mutter. The man looks up at you. “If you wish, you can wait for the priest here. It might also get you away from the storm as well.” He laughs a bit. Not the reaction you were expecting at all. You become a bit flustered by his chuckle.
“Sister, I think that is the most you’ve ever said to me,” he says.
“Huh?” you utter.
“I mean that I’ve seen you around the church and you’ve never really uttered a word to me,” he explains, based on your confusion.
“Oh, I see,” you say. He gets up from the chair and crosses towards you.
“I guess I’m not that surprised,” he shrugs. “The Priest doesn’t like me, and I’m sure you and the other sisters find me intimidating.”
“I-Intimidating?” you repeat. He’s not wrong. Almost every one of your sisters are weary of him. Some nuns tried seducing him, and he seemed to be more than willing to help them stray from God’s path.
“Yeah, exactly,” he is a few feet from you now. “Not sure why.”
“Uh, yeah,” you reply, awkwardly. “I am unsure as well.” He is surprised by this reply.
“Do you find me intimidating?” he asks you. He somehow gets closer as well after asking this.
“I…” you don’t know how to respond. You search for some kind of answer. “I would…never find a member of the church to be ‘intimidating,’ as you so put it.”
“Uh-huh, I see,” he thinks for a moment before his next move. He moves his hand, and you move back up against the wall. “Are you still sure?”
You nod your head quickly. Not convincing enough.
“Why do you feel this way about me?” he asks—a good question.
“Uh, well…” you are unsure whether to be honest or not.
“Is it because of what happened with your previous sisters?” he asks. You look away from him in embarrassment. He struck a nerve. “Are you afraid you’d become like them with me?” You look at him with seriousness now.
“No,” you answer simply. You’re trying to be stubborn against him. He finds your small act of bravery intriguing and quite adorable. He presses himself against you, pinning your body against the wall with his.
“Even like this, you still feel this way?” he asks. Your body feels hot now. You try your best to defy his lustful actions. However, you have never known what it’s like to have someone so close to you.
“Y-Yes, even like this. I will not give in to your lust, to your sin,” you blurt out. You’re not sure who that statement is more for. Yourself? Him? God?
“Sister,” the man says lowly. “Just admit it.” His hands begin to explore your body, your waist, your hips; nowhere is safe.
“Ah, admit w-what?” you ask.
“That you’ve been fantasizing about this. About me,” he tells you. Your eyes grow wide.
“W-What are you…?” you can’t finish. He laughs.
“I know that you outside of the room when I fucked your sisters,” he explains. Your face grows terrified. “I could hear you wanting the same to happen to you.” His hands lift your long skirt to touch your thighs locked away by your tights.
“Y-You heard me?” he asks.
“You could barely keep quiet,” he recollects. “Tell me, did you touch yourself while I fucked them? Or did it after you returned to your room?”
“I p-prayed for forgiveness after witnessing you,” you explain. “But even while I prayed, I thought of you taking me.” His hands reach your ass, and he squeezes it hard.
“Yeah? Do you still want to be fucked sister?” he asks.
“We s-shouldn’t. We c-can’t,” you tell him. “We’ll be sinners. I’ll be a grave sinner.”
“So?” he asks simply. “Just ask for forgiveness from Him. He’d give a pretty thing like you forgiveness if you ask for it.” You look at the man; your eyes are pleading and conflicted. Should you give in? Should you become a sinner?
A nun is not supposed to lust. You are not supposed to sin. Your heart, soul, and body belong to Christ. But why? Why does this sin feel so good?
You kiss the man, feeling his fingers explore your lower body. The flesh of your ass getting deliciously squeezed. You’ve never had someone explore you like this. God, it feels good.
The man moves one hand away from your lower body and moves it to your chest. He squeezes one of your breasts hard, and you let out a moan, something you never thought you’d utter. The kiss grows desperate on both ends, with your hands clutching at the man’s shoulders and hair. The man breaks away from your kisses to ask you for what you really want.
“What do you want, sister?” he asks.
“I-I want you to fuck me like you did the others,” you confess.
“As you wish, sister,” he says. He helps you to the priest’s desk behind you. You face the front door with your ass up ready to be fucked. He hikes up your long skirt, bunched at your waist. He unlatches his pants and drops them down, his cock freed. He grabs both your tights and underwear and swiftly shoves them down your thighs, leaving you bare from the waist down.
He can see just how wet you are, too. He guides his cock inside you, and you are so tight. Christ, it feels amazing. You cry out from the feeling; it hurts a little. He starts slow, just savoring the squeeze on his cock. He hardly notices that you are only just getting used to having a cock inside you for the first time. Your hands find your mouth, and you cover it, hoping no one will hear you moaning loudly. Even with this teasingly slow pace, you struggle to adjust.
You begin to pray for forgiveness for your sins, which feels so good to her. You promise God that this will be the last time you stray. You will never disobey after this one encounter.
“You praying?” he asks.
“I-I have to,” you reply. “It will save my soul.”
“Will it?” he asks, amused. He grips your hips and picks up his pace. You begin to moan loudly, knocked back from the sudden pace. “Will your soul be saved if you pray?” You can’t even muster an answer. It feels too good to think about anything else.
One of his hands moves from your hip to your clit. It’s coated in wetness, and it hasn’t even been touched. He begins to roll in his fingers; this makes your legs shake and your moans waver. He fucks you more and plays with your clit faster sending you over the edge. You cum quickly smothering his cock in your essence. He loves seeing you at his mercy.
“Do you think your God could fuck you like this?” he asks, thrusting fast. He’s watching you come undone on his cock.
“Y-Yes,” you answer quietly between moans.
“What the fuck did you say? I want to hear you say it,” he demands. “Say it!”
“Yes, you are!” you scream, your pussy clenching him so hard. His hands grip your hips harshly, surely to leave some bruising.
“Damn fucking right I am,” he says and thrusts harder getting his point drilled into you. You can’t but cum again feeling yourself gush so much that your pussy ejects his cock almost completely. You can’t keep yourself up on your elbows and fall onto the desk. “Fuck me, such a sinful nun you are, aren’t you?” He brings his arms around you and lifts you back to your previous position. His cock covered in your cum, he shoves his dick right back in.
“W-Wait,” you cry. “I-I c-can’t.” You’re so overstimulated that you can barely get the words out.
“I’m gonna fucking take you, remember?” he tells you. “That means I get to cum inside your sinful pussy.”
“B-But th-that’s wrong,” you protest, but your words fall on deaf ears. He has a mission from God, and he plans to follow it.
“Shut the fuck up and take it,” he doesn’t stop himself even when you cum again. His strength alone keeps him inside you. All he can think about is cumming in your tight pussy. Your body is hot while you feel his grip on you tighten, and you feel a rush come inside you. Your pussy getting filled with his cum.
When he pulls his dick out of you, the white substance falls gracefully from you. The cum mixes with yours and flows down your thighs. You slump against the desk once again, completely spent. The man fixes himself and puts his clothing back on, but leaves you.
“So, do you think you’ll want me to fuck you again?” he asks, not expecting an answer. You breathe heavily, contemplating his question.
“I don’t know,” is all you muster. His eyebrow raised in surprise.
“Well, I am always willing to cum inside my favorite sinful little nun,” he replies. “Always.”
Satoru loves spending time playing video games with you. well, not exactly with you. You both rarely ever play together due to your vastly different preferences in that aspect—but he rarely ever minds. Not when you’re seated at the desk right beside him, playing on the PC setup he begged insisted on building for you, looking so comfortable and content as your little avatar sprite runs about the bright and colorful world that is your cozy video game. His heart flutters every single time without fail, knowing and witnessing how at peace you seem to be with him. And he loves interrupting your peace just as much.
He forgets about simply enjoying your presence when he decides to glance at your screen. You’re interacting with an npc in your game, a man. Looks to be in his early 20s, his dark hair cut and styled so there’s longer strands framing the right side of his face while there’s short strands sitting on his left, all white sporting a black hoodie. Nothing to really make note of until he catches the redness on his cheeks. he’s blushing. Blushing at the love of his life, looking at her as if she’s hung the stars in the sky just for him. You did. You do. But not for him— whatever the name of his new mortal enemy is.
He didn’t think any npc could mirror the expression he most often wears with you. But it’s possible. It’s happening right in front of him. And he swears there’s hearts in his eyes.
“baby.”
you turn, a quizzical look on your features, and he pouts. Dramatically, like a child. Because how could you not see what’s wrong? The world has flipped upside down, his vision of your future together going up in flames, and you’re acting as if it’s a regular tuesday afternoon.
“He’s blushing.” His gaze flicks to the character on screen and he glares, as if doing so will make him combust into pixelated flames.
Your gaze follows his, and you realize what he’s referring to. “Oh, yeah. he likes me.”
“what? What do you mean he likes you?”
You look back to him, and suddenly the adorable pout on his face makes sense. Not that it’d take any genius to figure out. He’s practically throwing a fit. Or he’s close, at least, and over some npc in your farming game.
You can’t help but roll your eyes. Fondly. “I mean I have eight hearts with him, so he likes me and he’s probably waiting for a bouquet,” you shrug, attempting to hide the grin beginning to form on your face. You couldn’t help throwing in that last bit, just to rile him up a little more. If he’s going to interrupt your gameplay over childish jealousy, he might as well make it worth your while.
satoru falls for it, of course. he’s appalled at the mere idea of your implication. A confession. “A bouquet? From you? but you don’t give me bouquets..” you didn’t think his pout could grow deeper, but it does. And you love it.
A beat passes. he stays silent, leaving you practically at the edge of your seat. He’s considering something as he stares at your screen once more. Maybe plotting on ways to recode the game to make a certain npc disappear, or maybe to get rid of the possibility bouquets in the game altogether. You wouldn’t put it past him.
“I want one,” he finally says.
you blink. “what?”
“A bouquet. I want one,” He repeats himself, as if it’s obvious. he crosses his arms, already set on it. His baby is going to get him a pretty bouquet, even better than the one that degenerate of a character is expecting. He’s going to love it, and he’ll rub it in that emo’s face so damn hard the he’ll turn sentient.
“You’re ridiculous.”
You both end up at the nearest flower shop anyway, searching for a bouquet to match your nerdy boyfriend’s newly acquired sophisticated taste. He examines the petals of each bouquet with utmost precision—and a strange gentleness. You’re almost jealous of it.
Eventually, he decides on a rather colorful bouquet, oddly reminiscent of the one found in your the game. The grin from earlier peeks its way through once more.
“I’ll pay,” you insist, taking the bouquet from him before he can, carrying it to the front counter.
Despite the revulsion he usually feels at the thought of you paying for anything, he lets it slide just this once. A smirk grows on his face, utterly giddy that his pretty girlfriend is bending to his entirely reasonable whims.
“You’re into this, huh?” he teases, grinning like a child who just manipulated his way into getting a sweet treat.
“Into what?” You hum, almost innocently, handing him his bouquet. “Gifting guys bouquets?”
He hums his assent, not caring too much in correcting your choice of words in favor of sniffing your gesture of love towards him. Take that, he thinks to himself, imagining a look of horror and jealousy on a certain pixelated face.
You shrug. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
He freezes. the words ring in his ears, piercing through his heart; any sign of his earlier happiness is completely gone. You walk ahead, seemingly unaware of his inner spiraling.
“What?” He manages to get out, unmoving, shock and betrayal painted on his face.
You stop, smiling to yourself before turning around. sometimes, satoru forgets that you’re capable of playing with him just as much as he is with you.
“Oh no, I mean in game, baby,” you clarify, as if that’ll reassure him, but you know better.
“what?!”
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eee first post! this idea came to me while I was playing my cozy little farming gsme ! I made it pretty obvious but if you know what game reader is playing AND the character Satoru is going crazy over you get a pat on the head and a little kiss (maybe)
just rakes it carelessly behind his ears, and climbs over you—obsidian tendrils already slipping loose, gleaming like wet ink in candlelight. they spill forward as he bends, some catching at your collarbone, others draping across your cheek like ribbons unspooling from a spool too fast to stop. the first thrust has your breath hitching, hips tilting up to meet him. that’s when the strands cascade fully—veils of nightfall across your flushed face.
“suguru,”—a gasp, barely formed, thinned out by the glorious sensation of him filling you. his obsidian gaze smolder over your expression as his hips move with maddening control. one strand slips down to your jaw as he bends to kiss the shell of your ear.
“yes love?”
“your hair’s in my face.” you manage a small giggle between shallow breaths. your fingers dive into the thick, silken mass—useless. it falls again the moment you let go, pooling where his body meets yours. every glide of his hips stirs it, dragging it along your skin. it clings to the sweat beading at your clavicle.
he chuckles, an indulgent sound. “you don’t like that?”
“you could tie it up.” you suggest. he pretends to mull it over, rearing his hips slightly just to sheath himself fully to the hilt. a soft groan escapes your lips.
“you could braid it for me. after.”
“you never let me.”
“i’m letting you now.”
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