[nwervous]

toji can’t keep his hands off you during your pregnancy

it was a pheromone, alluring, revoltingly addicting. a scent reminiscent of a warm morning meal, but tinged with a slight musk and a mixture of fresh and day old milk. surely, the sight of you—much less your smell would have repulsed him. yet. this only rekindled something in him.

cradling your first newborn, rushing room to rooms to feed, change, and entertain. too consumed to notice time, days slipping past you. not scarcely registering your husband looming around, assisting you now and then.

toji offered you grace after your labor, inquiring occasionally about how you were feeling lately. however, concealed a hidden motive of why he was really asking.

but. at one particular hour, during a time the sun is near setting. he would stand, broad back pressed among a nook at the doorway, wordless. day after day.

studying closely how his son would taste, savoring your milk. tiny warm lips pulling your soft, enlarged, nipple. the vigor of his drinking causing a trickle of warm liquid down his chin. slowly fading, completely milk-drunken before the drowsiness claimed him.

a faint chuckle drifted from your lips, fingers drawing back your breast from him and adjusted them beneath your ill-fitting tank top. the shoulder straps taut, barely maintaining its grip.

you settled him into the bassinet, arranging the monitor in place before turning and catching toji’s glance in a brief moment. wearing a warm smile, subtly adjusting your top, your tits rippling with it.

“what do you want to eat?” you questioned, voice light with innocence as you closed the space between you. toji stood motionless, a silent barrier barring the doorway. the nearer you approached the more desperate he became, drawing in his inner bottom lip, nibbling it; scar contorting along with his restrain.

you edged into the slender space beside him, your body became plumper, hips rounder, arms and legs thicker, tits engorged with liquid as they brushed along his chest, soaking a little patch of his black tee.

the transformation of your body was subtle yet profound, smell claiming his senses.

fuck. he couldn’t handle it.

toned, large, sculpted arms fell open, drawing you close into an embrace. rough, calloused hands immediately gripping the front of your tank and dragged them down with one swift, decisive motion. his other clawing at your plush ass, clutching a handful as the fat seeped between his large, lengthy fingers.

“toji..?!” speaking in a hushed breath, voice rising in pitch as your tits sprung out, warm, heavy, already leaking from the previous mouth you had fed.

each step he took pressed you further back, until your retreating met with bumping along the edges of the mattress, forced to stumble and lay down while his chest inched closer to you. moving hands abusing and groping your thick, filled tits he found himself borderline obsessive for.

“look at you. you’re drivin’ me crazy all week, you know that?” voice rumbling against your skin, near feral.

he lowered his weight downwards, lips parting before fully latching onto your nipple. cheeks hollowed emitting harsh, raw, sounds of suckling. his other broad hand possessively grasping ahold of the other, fondling them thoroughly.

adams apple bobbing, devouring the amounts of milk hitting his buds. moisture gathering at the corners of where his lips curved, going absolutely crazy, desperate. a visible, large tent growing underneath his fabrics.

“a-ah…t-toji st-op don’t drink all of it..!” your spine arched in a slow, quivered curve as your palms and fingers cradled his head. his eyes fluttered shut, cheekbones becoming more prominent the more he ached and drank more.

he withdrew from you, only to turn towards the other breast in urgency, capturing it between his lips. milking you like his own personal cow. feeling his heated tongue easily run over your ached, abused nipple.

fastening his lips with bruising pulls, sealing the uncomfortableness with his thick tongue flicking and swirling around your bud, claiming and drawing away a generous portion of milk, depriving the rest for his son.

he took his final mouthful, the amounts visibly slithering down his throat as he then straightened up his back, a sly smile prying at his lips. residual milk trickling from his chin, mirroring his own newborn.

“fat fuckin’ tits taste so fuckin’ good, baby.” toji released a muted grunt, his broad form descending onto you, casting a shadow as he lowered. planting wet, moist kisses along your neck, seizing your glossed lips in his. his tongue thick, wide, encircling along yours, tasting leftover, hot milk he had just chugged greedily.

soft, helpless whimpers rose from your throat—toji gladly drinking in like a man-starved. strong hands sliding beneath the hollow of your back, guiding you onto him, another grabbing all the pudge from your body, from your waist to the side of your hips, all over. completely in love.

“t-toji? we can’t, he’s sleeping,” voice slightly trembling, parting away from him, eyes flickering towards the bassinet and toji’s eyes gleaming hungrily, with carnal intensity.

he gave no heed to your plea, prying your skimpy, thin shorts that barely wrapped your ass. taunting him at every turn, and bend.

“better learn to stay quiet then, hm?” can’t have him waking up to how good i’m wreckin’ you.” he murmured, growling. slowly unsheathing his thick cock, already slimy and splayed with his own pre. the fabric tightly dragging down his shaft, springing upwards.

fingers curled around him, administering a few, loud, heavy-weighted slaps onto your slick, puffy lips. responding with a very slight jiggle, mixing your liquids.

he drew himself upright once more, gaze settling on your flushed expression, chest rising and falling, breathless. your body wet, sticky from the lactating.

slowly, he settled himself into you, gummed walls gladly wrapping, swallowing him eagerly. as if you were made to take his cock, barely being able to handle it.

your lids clenched tight as your hips bucked toward the sudden pressure, warming him inside of you. he picked up his pace, fervently plunging his hips into you, winding your legs back.

“shitt.” toji letting out a measured breath, abs tightening, sucking in air directly after. composing himself.

“you’re just beggin’ for another one, fuckin’ sucking me in like this.” words slipping like a gentle lullaby, yet plunging his mean, thick cock in and out of you. knocking a wet, moist, squelch from your greedy cunt.

finding yourself to be able to do anything but speak. words coming out jumbled, whiny, and inconsistent hiccups, air being fucked out your lungs.

“t-toji, i-i m-!” crying out, fingers finding his thick, solid biceps alongside you. observing the way he disappeared into you every single time. arms flexing each time his pelvis cracked against your inner thigh, bruising it.

“so damn tight. takin’ every inch like it’s nothing, huh?”

strayed far from the truth. your abused, swollen hole swallowing him each thrust, while you were near the threshold of bursting into tears. pounding you so fucking stupid like you deserved.

toji’s hand palmed your ass, clutching it as his own personal stress toy, gradually tightening with suffocating pressure while ramming into you, his heavy balls hurling itself against you in steady momentum, coated in cream.

a rising warmth spread throughout your body like wildfire. failing to ease the onset of a fever, his cock rutting into your guts, inflicting deep, deep bruising to your cervix each time his thick, mushroom head kissed it.

hushing your squeals between bitten, sore lips. clasping fistfuls of your husband’s black tee, pulling it with the strength you had left. toji observed, a wolfish grin crept along his lips.

sharing adoring, possessive whispers into your ears, withstanding all of him, cock piercing into you, drawing nearer and nearer.

endlessly being drawn to you.

before crying was heard near the bassinet.

[nwervous]

݁₊ ⊹ 𐔌 SINK INTO ME WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME .ᐟ ݁

༒︎ summary. sukuna had a plan, you were the only key to something larger, something beyond you. he needed you. scheming to capture you, and claim you. however, the more he observed you, the more he was intrigued to keep you, until death, maybe.

༒︎ pairing(s). trueform!sukuna x reader

༒︎ content. unprotected, missionary, overstimulation, MDNI, breeding, full nelson, heian period, dubcon, trueform, degradation, creaming, agoraphilia, biting, oral (f. receiving), creampie, squirting, groping

༒︎ word count. 4.5k

༒︎ a/n. WWWW happy kinktober sorry i havent been posting i was busy with classes but enjoy.. rubs hands together

You remained blissfully detached from your surroundings, untouched by the troubles that might have otherwise stirred concern. All that truly mattered was the warmth of your bed and the quiet assurance that your private bath had been prepared for the evening.

You led a life of unparalleled ease, the sole daughter of one of the era’s most noble, affluent, and influential families. To be indulged and adored was among your greatest pleasures, an experience as natural to you as breathing. So deeply sheltered by your father’s will, the second most powerful sorcerer during this time, only a few citizens have ever laid eyes upon you, your existence whispered more as a legend—as a tale.

This only stirred greater curiosity, a yearning. A desire not for you alone, but for what union with you might grant: power, riches. Yet, untouched by the intrigues of war and blind to the art of strategy, such notions have never dared to concern you, painfully oblivious.

Nightfall gradually claimed the horizon as you drew in the evening air, while above, the stars began to unfurl, blossoming among the darkening sky. The chill in the air brushed against your skin, a welcome relief from the stifling warmth trapped beneath the folds of your layered traditional attire.

You drank in the quiet beauty that surrounded you, your fingers skimming lightly across the surface of the waters that bordered the estate. In that moment, it seemed impossible to imagine a life beyond this serenity.

As though nothing could ever steal this peace from your grasp—until, in the briefest of moments, the first quiet threads began to fray, foretelling an unraveling to come.

It felt as though time had turned abruptly against you, a sudden awareness stirring, your scheduled bath approaching. Rising from your knees, you gazed into the mirrored surface of the water, rippling. Your reflection betraying a quiet unrest etched along your features.

You could not name the source of this unease; something felt amiss. You wondered if some quiet illness had taken hold of you; why else would this linger?

And yet, though nothing seemed gravely different, a subtle sense of wrongness clung to you.

Before you could comprehend it, the sound of shuffling echoed through the vast chambers of your home, one footfall multiplying into a thousand, like a murmuring tide rising within the darkness.

Fingers clutched the fabric of your kimono shut, and in that fleeting instant, a jolt of panic gripped you, your head snapping back toward the disturbance with breathless urgency. The darkness was too profound to reveal even the faintest motion, with the stars above offering little more than a silent, indifferent glow.

Gathering the length of your trailing skirts, you hurried across the wooden bridges. The chill of the bare floor seeped into your feet with each hurried step. Desperation clung to you as you searched for any sign of your attendants, your father, anyone.

The multitude of footsteps drew nearer with every passing moment, yet one stood out among them all—measured in pace, unwavering in its advances, and unrelenting.

Your heart quickened its rhythm, brows drawing together in tension as you approached the front doors. Your fingers found the narrow groove of the sliding panels, curling tightly within it, poised urgently.

It all unfolded within mere milliseconds, though time itself seemed to slow, each movement suspended in fragile stillness. You had only just begun to slide the doors open halfway when a hand gently clasped your wrist—heartbeat thundered in your ears, counting each of them.

Your gaze snapped to the left, head following in a swift turn as you took in the scene unfolding before you.

A disciplined yet shadowy mass, an army began to flood the background, their formation structured. As your vision sharpened, the once-blurred figure before you came into focus, eyes the hue of wild berries locked onto yours, while slender, pallid hands held you firmly in place.

Short-cropped hair, pale as moonlight, was marked by a single streak of plum that swept along its edge. Your gaze lingered as their lips slowly parted, the moment hanging delicately between breaths.

“You must accompany me. Your presence is expected.”

A voice, smooth as silk—tinged like rose, enchanting your ear, its comfort oddly distorted. Confusion darkened your visage as your pulse quickened; a thousand thoughts surged within you, each clamoring for a course of action, of what to think, what to do.

Your wrists twisted instinctively in an effort to break free, fear of the unseen tightening its grip upon you. The raiders pressed onward, flooding past the doors that had once offered you a fleeting escape. Your voice, edged with hoarseness and a subtle tremor, reached out in defiance. An attempt to masquerade your fear beneath an illusion of composure.

“Let go of me.” You resisted once more, but the attempt only provoked a response: tightening of the grip, gradual—bit by bit. Each moment drawing it more firmly around you.

His features contorted, the veneer of composure steadily eroding as irritation began to take hold, growing more evident with every second.

“Come with me. If not, I will ensure you have no choice.”

A tight swallow lodged in your throat, pivoted, nerves taut, and fell into his wake with leaden steps, refusing even a backward glance as if he possessed eyes at the nape of his neck.

You cast one final glance over your shoulder at the familiar comforts slipping from your grasp. The warmth of your chambers, the serenity of your last expected bath, all fading into memory as your home was slowly overtaken, piece by piece.

The sharp clack of your geta’s striking the wooden bridges echoed through the expanse of the grand entranceway, the sound carrying until it met the horizons. Just beyond the threshold, silent warriors stood in waiting.

An ox-drawn cart stood in quiet readiness for the two of you, its presence catching you slightly off guard. Such conveyances were reserved for the highest ranks of nobility—rare, as was the household or government that possessed both cart and stock. Who, then, had summoned you with this kind of privilege?

It stirred a fury that gnawed at you, being taken from your home without warning, torn from the very world in which you had found solace. A subtle tension rose in your jaw, the muscles tightening as you suppressed the mounting resentment.

The servants raised the veil as you stepped forward, bowing your head slightly to avoid striking the low ceiling upon entry. For but a singular moment, your thoughts turned, calculating how you might slip free from such a carefully woven scheme.

It was only moments later that a sudden pressure struck the side of your neck, swift and without warning. Your body surrendered at once, going limp as your eyelids fell shut, unconsciousness claiming you before the pain of the floor could even be felt.

Drowning in darkness.

A creeping numbness paralyzed your body.

The lingering warmth dissolved into encroaching cold, and a delicate breeze settled, whispering against your skin.

A faint light stirred and flickered within the darkness, gradually swelling into greater prominence.

Control slowly returned to your limbs, as your heartbeat settled into a steady rhythm once more.

Breath stirred within your chest, rising and falling in slow rhythm, while a twitch of expression passed across your face, a groan slipping forth as you emerged from the depths of sleep.

The wooden floorboards creaked beneath unseen weight, while the soft shuffle of footsteps and hushed whispers drifted like ghosts through the halls.

It felt as though an unseen hand clenched your heart, wrenching you upright from the silk-covered mats sat on the floor, where candles burned in silent vigil throughout the room.

As your gaze fell downward, you came to realize that your kimono had been stripped of its outer layers, and your traditional footwear was nowhere to be seen.

A hollow formed in your cheek as subtle displeasure surfaced. Your attire, once adorned in your most beloved grasp, had been stolen from you, in your favorite color.

Footsteps began to draw near, as though time itself conspired to cut short your lingering thoughts. As if summoned by some unseen force, the moment you stirred, their approach sent a tremor through you.

You steadied yourself, fingers curling tightly into the mats beneath you, while one arm crossed defensively over your chest, a guarded gesture mirrored by the stern yet anxious cast of your current facial expression.

Pale, slender fingers crept through the parting doors, easing them open in silence. Framed in the dim light stood the man who had once led you here.

Your brows knit with displeasure as your gaze met his; those striking sangria-hued eyes fixed upon you with a piercing glare.

“Rise. He dislikes to be kept waiting.”

His face remained void of expression, utterly unmoved, eyes tracking your every motion with an intensity, as though anticipating the slightest act of defiance.

This time, you hadn’t even dared to try. The last attempt—well, you already recalled the outcome.

With a quiet huff, you rose slowly from the cushions, the bare sole of your foot meeting the cold floorboards as you moved to follow after him.

The halls lay shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of the candle the servant carried, a meager light obscured further by the breadth of his shoulders, offering you little guidance as you trudged behind.

Soon, a faint glow spilled from one room among the many, its light bleeding into the corridor. A low vibration coursed through the floorboards, subtle yet powerful enough to stir a quiver deep within your chest.

A trembling breath filled your lungs as your eyes dropped to the flowing hems of your robe. You bit down gently on the inside of your lip, desperate to hold back the swell of anxiety clawing at your throat.

“Master Sukuna.”

“She is here.”

Before you had gathered the resolve to face whatever awaited beyond, a hand pressed gently against your lower back, urging you forward, causing you to stumble slightly as you crossed into the private chamber.

You found yourself standing before a towering entity—no mere man, but a being beyond comprehension. Unlike anything you had ever witnessed, it exuded a presence that rooted you in place. Four eyes turned upon you in unison, each one gliding over your face and form with unnerving precision, until, at last—they fixed upon you, still. You could do nothing but endure its gaze.

A woman was entwined at his side, her presence quiet for now. Silken strands of jet-black hair cascaded down her form, framing a face marked by delicately rounded brows, nearly nude.

Her expression stiffened.

“Who might this be? Why is she here?”

Her head lifted from the cradle of one of his many powerful arms, her gaze locking onto yours with a sharp intensity. Eyes like blades, she pierced into you, and you met that ferocity in kind, refusing to so much as glance toward the space at her side.

Already agitated by the disruption of your peace, you stood on the edge of restraint, one more slight, one final feather’s weight, and you were ready to unleash everything onto whoever dared cross the line.

“Still your nerves.”

Effortlessly, his voice resonated—low, deep, and drenched with a careless authority that filled the space.

“Leave us.”

A large hand motioned, and he bade her leave while his glowing hues remained fixed unwaveringly upon you.

She scoffed, raising herself, trampling along the perimeter of the room.

“See that she is gone, or I will handle her myself.”

Her hair, long and silken, trailed behind her, whispering against the doorframes until the doors fell shut with a dull, resonant thud.

Your throat constricted, breath catching as uncertainty possessed your limbs. Hands devoid of purpose. You lowered your head, not in submission, but in defiance, refusing to meet his gaze. Fingers curled tightly around the hem of your robes.

From the center of the room came a subtle shift, and without advancing a single step, a shadow unfurled itself over your figure like an overbearing tide.

“Has no one taught you it’s disrespectful to avoid meeting my eyes, woman?”

Just like that, your eyes met his, swiftly, unflinchingly. The irritation that stirred within you mirrored his own, though where your gaze burned, his twisted into a dark, unfathomable smile.

“Suppose no one has taught you anything at all.”

You had caught his attention, your rebellion met not with anger, but with a quiet, amused interest. Yet even that intrigue had its limits and it would not be long before he chose to silence you himself if you continued to press the right buttons.

Sukuna inclined forward, adjusting his stance to observe your every movement with careful attention before settling back down to his previous posture, managing to chuckle through breaths.

“Come.”

He issued the command with effortless authority, his head tilted, resting against one clenched fist, while the remaining three arms lay idle at his side at display.

Your gaze lingered on his stern expression, only to find yourself unexpectedly captivated by his presence, there was something strangely enchanting in the severity of his features. Yet, despite this reluctant fascination, the manner in which his words were delivered caused you to respond much differently than he would usually expect.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but.”

Your voice rose before being abruptly cut as an arm shot out, compelling you forward until you were forced to kneel before him; you cried out involuntarily as your knees met the stacked mats.

Your hands instinctively grasped Sukuna’s ink-marked forearms in search of balance. The subtle shift of his haori did not go unnoticed; soon after, you felt multiple touches, as unseen hands reached for you from every angle to hold you in place.

A subtle warmth crept to the tips of your ears, rendering you momentarily speechless. Fabric hung from your shoulders, threatening to fall, as you slowly lifted your gaze to meet his, only to find him watching you with pondering eyes, wondering, greed of a predator studying its prey.

A large right hand came to rest beneath your chin, fingers curling along the line of your jaw, so broad they extended beyond it with ease. With control, he tilted your head, his gaze sweeping over your features in scrutiny. Then, with a subtle tug, he drew it back ever so slightly, as though to better take in the shape of your body beneath him.

A deep flush bloomed across your cheeks as your gaze lingered on his sculpted features, only now grasping the full extent of his allure. The realization sparked something darker, stroking a sick need in you.

“Perfect. Now, all that’s left for you to do is,”

His words faded into silence, dissolving into the air between you. Two of his hands withdrew from your body, while the remaining pair held firm, anchoring you in place. One hand moved with grace, tugging away the outer layer of his garments, drawing them from the breadth of his vast shoulders.

“Carry my blood into this world.”

With that subtle motion, his coal-dark haori slipped from his shoulders, cascading soundlessly to the floor behind him. A flicker of instinct glinted in his eyes as he ran his tongue slowly over his lips, fixed onto you. A grip drew you in by the small of your back, the strength of his grip unraveling the folds of your robe.

It was unlike him to savor a moment so intimately. Yet he found himself consumed by the way the dim glow of the oil lamps bathed your skin complexion in warm light. The fabric of your robe clung precariously, its colors deepened by the shadows, threatening to slip away entirely. The sight aroused something unhinged in him.

You hadn’t even drawn your next breath before he had you beneath him, pressing you into the sheets.

The sole action undid whatever was left of your garment, your tits freeing from the fabrics—frosted air brushing along your skin.

“Look at you.”

Sukuna released a low, lustful growl, thick with aggressivity, his presence consuming as all four of his hands closed in around you, leaving no part of you untouched, no room to pry from him.

“W-Wait.” Your breath hitched, sharp and fragile, as your hips lifted in a faint, instinctive response. You turned your head away, the closeness being too much to bear, one arm slipping over your face in a futile attempt to hide the heat blooming beneath your skin, saving yourself from the embarrassment.

His hand, broad, weathered, and coarse to the touch, reached for your chest with a slow, needy urge, the weight of his touch promised long before it landed. Groping the fat of your tit casually while another hand followed, closing the distance toward its counterpart with another squeeze.

“You expect me to wait when you show yourself to me like this?”

You could sense the low rumble of restrained amusement in him, a chuckle held in his breath. He shifted his weight with intent, his wide, sculpted form settling fully over yours, caging you completely.

He drew the fabric away in full, casting it aside with carelessness—leaving your skin unveiled, bare. Studying your form already writhing underneath him, tits slightly perked upwards, pussy slowly dripping in slick. His thumbs pressed into the softness of your body, sinking in with a slow, reverent pressure, as though remembering every curve to memory.

Even so, a part of him remained withheld, his true strength coiled, a full force he usually would unleash in battle. The same power he dialed down by millions of notches, his violence being held by a leash.

“I don’t know who you are to be,”

A fragile whimper caught in your throat, just before you felt the curve of a grin press against your cunt, a tongue, tracing along the surface of your puffy lips, each motion slick with anticipation, eating you with one languid sweep.

Your fingers tightened around the forearm beside you, steadying yourself as your hands slowly fell away from your face, revealing eyes that met the stark weight of reality settling in.

Your hips were hiked upward, drawn instinctively to meet the solid plane of his torso, his hand guided you, aligning you over the wide, ominous mouth etched into his skin.

“Does that matter when you’re trembling like this? So desperately.”

Sukuna’s laughter stirred in the silence, dark and low, as his hand wrapped firmly around your throat, guiding your face upward. Your eyes met one of his many garnet orbs glowing, unblinking, and frighteningly close.

He thrusted his lower body forward, sharply. Your spine curved with tension, palms splayed across his broad chest, dwarfed by the sheer scale of him over your fingers.

You trembled upward, your tits rippling with a delicate softness that caught his gaze at once, compelling enough to still him, only for a breath before his fingers returned to the edges of his pants, ready to strip it further under.

A sudden, heavy weight slapped against your mound with an astounding force, sending a sharp jolt through your body.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look down even if you had tried, bounded where you were, being forced to be drawn to his eyes.

“You are made for this, aren’t you?” Sukuna released a deep purr as his palms came to settle against the tenderness of your inner thighs.

A second hand followed, parting your pussy lips, a finger gliding before settling his large, swollen tip in between you.

You held your breath, features tightening in anticipation, already flinching before his cock had even begun taking space in your tight cunt.

“Hah. You already appear this pathetic? I haven’t done a thing yet.”

“Now, look at me.”

His third hand settled just above your hips, thrusting forward inch by inch unhurriedly. His eyes glowed with a growing light, narrowing in intrigue, as your expression twisted, a soft whine escaping you, and he watched.

Every bit of it.

The way his swollen cock grew gradually, stretching, molding your greedy cunt that received him whole, eagerly.

“D-Do not say that.”

You pleaded, color surging beneath your skin, and from your lips slipped a high-pitched whimper, loud, involuntary, that was near impossible to manage.

Your gaze dropped instinctively, drawn downward toward the ache blooming in your walls. Being speared and worn open like his own personal sheath for his cock, each inch followed the last, completely warming up within your gummed walls, gripping him to the very last centimeter.

“Hng. Is that all the excitement you have got? Already salivating to devour me, woman?”

Sukuna emitted a low, restrained grunt, drawing his hips back, shaft already coated in thick slick, finding yourself taken aback by the intensity of how excited you were.

A wet, soaked squelch echoed throughout his chambers, breaking the silence like a wound being torn open, fully pressing his skin onto you. Your spine curving in angles you weren’t even knew you were able to achieve.

Slick splaying all around your puffy, cushioned pussy lips, sharing the residue along Sukuna’s pelvis with every instance he pounded your hole out that only belonged to him.

He began to move, each motion drawn out in slow, tormenting pulls before ruining your little cunt with a ferocity, slamming his thick cock back into you once more, filling you completely full.

There was no haste with him, he fucked slow, steady, unraveling you every time he curved into you, shaping you to be made for him

“Do you hear that?” He let out a rare, sincere laugh, captivated by the subtle parting of your lips from the overwhelming sensation, your pussy eating and eating him each time he reentered you, liquid sloshing onto him was music to his ears.

Cream developing along the base of his cock, cascading down to his massive, tender balls that struck your swollen cunt over, and over again.

“How shameless. How easy it is to break you, like my common whore.”

A wicked smile played upon his lips, crimson eyes aglow beneath the flicker of candlelight. With ease, his hand drew you into him, drawing you firmly against his chest with the effortless strength of a single arm, sculpted hips bucking into you in piercing motions.

“Mmm, mmm. S’too much, p-please.” Glass-like eyes met his, your breath unraveling in uneven pulls, he himself had taken hold of your lungs, cock firmly wedged within your plush walls, narrowing tighter and tighter each time he had abused your insides.

“Too much, yet look how well you’re handling me, little thing. Let them see how well you are made for me, hm?”

His voice resonated with a deep, velvet rumble from his throat. All four arms cradling you, guiding you gently until you were seated above him like his cherished doll, turned to face the doorway.

“Wa-Wait a second, n-no!”

Sukuna silenced you before your words could escape, with carved, veined arm he pushed your legs back firmly, as far as you were able to manage. Your muscles burning, plush thighs being coiling as he set them.

Offering a spectacle, how his cock pulsed and throb in your slobbering hole, lying bare to witness how you wrapped around him so well.

“What’s the matter?”

His voice dripped with a false tenderness, additional pair of hands groping and fondling your delicate tits, pressing his hips upward causing you to bounce, intertwining in rhythms. The breasts he cupped falling back down into his palms.

You wept, though shame shadowed the feeling, even the word fell painfully short of describing its true magnitude. How good you felt, your pussy drooling, sucking every single inch it allowed.

“That’s it. Just like that.”

His voice fell to a whisper, immersed in the pleasure of tearing you apart, squeezing him so amazingly, driving him to the edge.

A quiet exhale slipped past his parted lips as his large canines pressed into your skin. Enormous tongue gliding along the crevice of your neck, savoring each succulent second of breeding you your cute, needy cunt.

A strained whimper escaped you—rising into a soft, startled cry as footsteps approached. In the haze of the moment, you hadn’t noticed. Too busy on being fucked out your mind, Sukuna gliding into you then drawing back over and over, creating and overlapping consistent cream adhering to his thighs, balls, and engorged cock.

Your body accepted every motion, each one drawing you deeper into haze, until the doors slipped open, and she appeared, the same girl, unmistakable in the dim lighting that was flickering.

“She better to be out of here! Or there’s going to be..”

Her words faded into silence as her expression contorted into utter horror, her mouth falling open in disbelief.

The way his cock continued to ram into your swollen fucking cunt. Tits being fondled, mouths forming onto his palms, suckling your nipples simultaneously.

His eyes radiated, blood-maroon hues, exchanging a chilling, murderous glance.

Sukuna remained indifferent, he had derived profound satisfaction from making your clit swell, your walls clamping along him, your whines and cries enchanting him. A silent onlooker, envying the manner in which he had you, being split open.

Your orbs flew open, no attempt could mask your flustered, fucked out state—the rouge creeping across your skin laid you exposed. You cast your gaze downward in a futile effort to erase the moment, yet the gesture only magnified the humiliation, observing your cunt being mauled by his mean, mean cock, realizing the mess you created.

“Sukuna! You-!”

She let out a savage growl, color searing her cheeks; with an anguished cry of anger. She stepped forward, the air around her seeping with immediate violence.

Her words were abruptly silenced by the sharp, echoing crack of flesh meeting flesh. Your moans and whimpers you attempted to restraint bursted out immediately.

A hand adorned with large, black-lacquered nails clamped around your face, tilting it with prolonged force—compelling you to meet her gaze, to witness every flicker of emotion she wore.

Noticing the tears that began to well in your eyes while Sukuna mercilessly wrecked your insides, cock massaging every intricate fold and crevice within you, his gaze remained unwavered upon her, his expression frozen.

“I- ‘m going to- I can’t handle it, please.”

Your breathing became erratic, disrupted, while your body writhed helplessly in the embrace of his large, imposing arms keeping you still.

Guttural shrieks and moans fled from your lips, your asshole puckered as your swollen hole offered one last, tight clasp around his cock. Thighs quivering as your cunt spurted copious amounts of liquid, settling upon the floor, with beads descending onto his thighs, scrunched balls and mats.

Sukuna emitted a loud groan, nearly incapable of sliding into you, concerned of the force you compressed around him. The tip of his cock being struck with your squirt, decorating you both and the area around, his balls scrunching and pulsing within each delivery of his cum that spurted into you.

Without a delay, he oozed his thick seed into you, in overwhelming amounts, filling up completely without further waste.

Voice emerging a deep growl, thrusting himself in and out of you, ensuring you took each and every last drop of his seed that he fed your womb.

Your beautiful, weary body fell slack, his grip softening just enough for your head to lower into the shelter of his arms, you charmed him.

Beads of sweat traced slow paths down your bodies, as a dark, wicked smile curled upon his lips.

“Were you speaking?”

[nwervous]

݁₊ ⊹ 𐔌 ONLY YOU COULD CRAWL UNDER MY SKIN .ᐟ

ཐི summary. kamo choso from a popular japanese pop-rock band had been treating you oddly, it was only time until you confronted him.

ཐི pairing(s). rockstar! choso x reader

ཐི content. praise, begging, MDNI, oral (m. receiving), spitting, whining, doggy, agoraphilia, man-handling, enemies to lovers, dry humping, gagging, unprotected sex

ཐི word count. 4.4k

ཐི a/n. slightly inspired by nana, and kinddd of not proof read i was locked in sorry

Only one look was exchanged amongst one another; the simple look had spoken volumes. The atmosphere was unmistakably thickening, off-kilter. This had only persisted for the last year, associating with the most successful pop-rock band in Japan, in which your good friend was a member. This kind of lifestyle entails the constant, endless traveling, sleeping in unfamiliar places, and retaining the strength to be shoulder to shoulder alongside Kamo Choso.

The first initial encounter was unsettling. He was difficult to engage in conversation with, and his reserved nature only amplified as his popularity grew. The silence lingered after sharing a recording session with him, or the sight of his imposing figure retreating from the room to loom elsewhere. Seeming he never granted you the opportunity to peer into him as you had hoped. The walls surrounding him appeared already constructed, as though he considered himself above knowing you. This had irked you like no other.

Conversations would be typically brief, precise, and occasionally laced with a hint of brattiness, on your part. It hardly ever affected him; on some occasions, it might earn a lazy, sidelong glance, depending on its degree. There was something in his gaze that unnerved you, a flutter stirring in your lower abdomen. 

A long night followed, shuffling out of the venue in preparation to reach the awaiting penthouse. Your eyes remained locked onto the concrete below as you climbed into the van, footsteps followed closely by four other men behind. The silence held for a moment longer, only to be shattered once the door had closed, giving way to the warm and familiar sounds of laughter and light-hearted disputes among the group. Only you and Choso remained still, lips not budging an inch, eyes fixated on the passing scenery.

Following the passage, approximately fifteen minutes had elapsed. The vehicle came to a complete halt—the attendants guiding each individual into their respective accommodations. The lobby, the catering, the elegant décor— a level of refinement beyond anything you have ever known. For a moment, you had felt like an outsider in a world far removed from what you were familiar with. However, not so much that it unsettled you. Instead, you were silently in awe—the entire setting was gorgeous. 

Their footsteps echoed through the long corridor, each one rippling off the walls as they approached a towering door at the far end. An assistant stepped forward and pushed it open, revealing a vast living room washed in soft, ambient light, with floor-to-ceiling windows framing a breathtaking view of the flashing, glowing city ahead.

A few instruments clattered to the floor as members casually shed their jackets, tossing them over chairs mid-conversation. A bandmate threw an arm around Choso, marveling aloud at the view. You lingered at the threshold of the room, unmoving for a moment, before slowly and nearly hesitantly, stepping a foot inside.

“How’s drinks?” One of them spouted, thoughtfully scratching the back of their neck as the chain and pins accentuating his leather jacket emitted a jingle with the subtle motion. You casually peeled your jacket, draping it over the sofa before sinking onto it with aching muscles. 

You stole a glance toward the far end of the couch, where your eyes met a deeper, shadowed gaze—piercing at first, as though looking straight through you. Yet something in his expression shifted, as if caught off guard by your matching curiosity. There was something endearing in the way he turned his head away from you, the quiet tap of his shoe against the marble flooring, a small self-soothing rhythm.

“Get me something light.” You replied with a soft smile forming on your lips, offering a small nod of gratitude. He recited the list while reaching for his brown wallet, briefly checking to ensure his ID was still in its usual place. “How ‘bout you, Choso?” The male chimed, grabbing the nearest jacket and casually slinging it over his shoulder.

“The usual will do.” A deep, rugged voice that seemed to vibrate through the penthouse, as if the very walls could feel its weight. He eased his hips forward, his substantial frame pressing into the cushions as he settled back; man-spreading.

“Alright, you comin’?” The bandmate turned his gaze toward you, slipping his wallet back into the pocket of his worn jeans as he called out to the others, signaling his departure. And yet, from your side, you could feel a stare, cold and cutting, like a thousand silent daggers.

“I’m fine, you guys go ahead.” You rose from the cushions, stretching briefly before turning your gaze toward the expansive windows, eyes drawn to the city. You were already aware that Kamo intended to remain behind. Even so, the thought quickened your pulse—not from uncertainty, but from a growing curiosity and uneasiness. You found yourself wondering how he would conduct himself and how he meant to confront whatever lingered beneath.

“Good enough. Don’t kill each other.” He spoke with mockery, fully aware of the supposed mutual disdain that existed between you. He gave a brief wave as his companions followed at a relaxed pace, unaware, or perhaps unbothered, that the unrest within the room was intensifying steadily. 

Neither of you exchanged so much as a glance. The heavy doors closed behind them, sealing the room in a silence thick enough to drown in it. You stood with arms crossed, your right hand wrapped around your left arm, rubbing it in a quiet, grounding gesture.

“What’s your problem?” Your voice cut through the silence, as if the very air recoiled, tightening, closing in around you. What began as eagerness and strength soon dissolved into apprehension. It left you perplexed, yet simultaneously igniting a spark, a complex blend of anger, frustration, and a deep passion.

Hues of umber turned to you abruptly, his posture casual and unconcerned. Still, the sharpness in his eyes revealed far more than his words ever could. The darkened hollows around them spoke of exhaustion, giving him a rugged edge.

“And what gave you that idea?” There was no trace of the hesitation that once lingered in his stare. Now, his gaze was unwavering, and the energy surrounding him had changed, unmistakably potent. Though unexpected, it wasn’t enough to drive you from your intent.

You held his look with equal resolve. Only now did you truly take in the full contours of his chiseled face. A subtle tightness rose in your throat. Your expression, however, betrayed nothing of what you truly felt. He, on the other hand, unexpectedly struggled to break the eye contact, holding it for a moment longer before finally turning it elsewhere. 

“Look at me.” Though your body remained perfectly still, something in your presence drew him in like a magnet, inescapable and consuming. He was intrigued, better yet captivated, but not so submissive as to allow himself to be misunderstood in the way you perceived him.

Without protest, he obeyed, his lids slightly widened at your demand—greatly different from when you first laid eyes on him. His orbs lifted to yours, filled with quiet uncertainty, carrying the vulnerability of a lost puppy. His expression made it difficult to keep your composure. You became aware of your heartbeat, weighted in your chest.

“I don’t feel any hatred to you. Just something strange.” His words held a faint sweetness, but rather than clarity, they left you more unsure by the minute. Why did he keep his distance so deliberately? Speaking in riddles, and never quite meeting your eyes, every conversation ended abruptly, cut short before anything meaningful could unfold. Choso’s expressionless face previously didn’t quite align with the words he spoke—it was difficult to believe him.

“If I did, you wouldn’t wonder.” He spoke with assurance, never one to lie outright. His words were often blunt and simple, yet this one truth, he kept to himself. The way his soul seemed to tremble whenever he came close to your vicinity. 

A quiet, thick swallow followed, his response—startled eyes and the twitch of his throat left you puzzled, until you suddenly found yourself stepping directly in front of his path. Your gaze fixed on him, then minding your own steps.

You let your arms fall from their guarded stance, startled, the two of you flushed faintly—your eyes tracing the tired lines of his face, while his, unshifting, settled on your lips.

The space fell into stillness, the only motion coming from the escalating thump of hearts pounding in unison. A subtle glimmer lit your eyes as guided by instinct, you lifted your hand—fingertips brushing gently along the edge of his sharp jaw. Heat radiated from his flushed skin, his hues widening slightly in awe at your unexpected touch.

You sealed your lips, your thoughts flickering with temptation, mind spiraling as to not lose yourself in him. Your hands stirred with intent, his caught yours mid-motion, wrists held before you could act. As you instinctively attempted to withdraw, he drew your hands in with unexpected firmness, bringing you so near that you nearly stumbled into him. There was something in the way he moved, as though he needed your presence more than he dared to admit.

“I won’t unless you want me to.” Choso regarded you with care before allowing himself to touch you further, doing everything in his will to avoid causing you discomfort. That, more than anything, was what he feared most.

Words failed to capture the depth of your need—the urge to completely ravage him. Your breathing grew rapid and uneven, something he took note of. It was difficult not to with him beneath you, and your figure poised just above, curved over his in a near-hovering stance. Tracing the rhythm of your breathing, your breasts rising and falling in the same motion.

Though your orbs were clouded with raw longing, you held onto just enough control to keep from overwhelming him. By contrast, his knee bounced subtly, a restlessness in his posture. His night brown orbs lifted to you with a kind of mute yearning, taking in your presence as though he were beholding a goddess brought to life. 

With a steady breath, you offered your unspoken consent—granting him permission to do whatever you could bear. One hand cradled his head gently as you slowly leaned in, drawn toward the warmth of his parted, fevered lips.

A quivering breath passed between him, claiming your lips—fiercely and needing. An arm, veined, coiled around your snug waist and pulled you down onto his lap, touch filled with a hunger barely restrained. It deepened with a slow burning intensity, as if the moment had shed all hesitation. 

Your skirt left little to the imagination, its length doing the bare minimum to conceal you—looming over his increasingly swollen bulge at such close proximity. A soft, unbidden whine tore from your lungs before you could suppress it. 

Raven-laced panties graced the rough denim of his jeans. Choso bore the weight of your soft, plushed pussy lightly settling onto him. With hesitant grace, he lowered his strong arms from where they had once cupped your waist, letting them glide downward in a slow pace, savoring the fullness of your ass onto his palms.

You parted away from his lips, a rope of thick saliva binding you to him. Stares collided, primal, a craving on the verge of desperation. 

With a glint of wicked amusement, your eyes tracked his every reaction. Letting your hips sink down, pressing perfectly onto his denim where his cock tented at, bobbing your ass up and down in a lively, consistent beat. You engulfed him whole, his fabric darkening each time he met your slobbering cunt.

“Do you like that? Hm?” Enchanted and breathless, you braced yourself with one arm onto the sofa, seeking balance amidst the weight plopping onto him mercilessly. Only feeling a grip in response, like a man on the edge of unraveling, as though your presence was the last thing tethering him to the world.

“F—Fuck.. Yes, just like that.” He let out a low whine between clenched teeth, the rawest sound and emotion you’d ever coaxed from him, thrilling you in ways you couldn’t name.

Kamo anchored you as you sank further down onto him, feeling the faint involuntary tremble his cock responded to. Your lips wandered below his earlobe, pressing warm, wet affection onto his ghostly ivory skin.

A firm, pale, muscular arm wrapped around your waist once more as he raised his hips in a controlled motion, instantaneously meeting your soaked slit that sunk onto him. The sudden contact forced you to bounce upright. 

You administered one last, aching glide, desperation peaking and pushing to its edge—fulfillment fading beyond your reach. Eager for him to pound your little cunt until your muscles are weak to carry you, promptly unzipping his jeans with no sense of halting. 

His gaze never peeled from you disrobing him piece by piece. Your shift from distant to clinginess didn’t escape him—and he reveled in every second of it. “You’re pretty needy.” A wry retort slipped from his lips, the tension in his shoulders beginning to fade whilst feeling his cock spring up—roughly tapping your tummy.

“Shut it.” You dismissed him, gripping his pulsing cock from the base before rising from him—the marble’s chilled surface biting into your knees as you knelt between him.

Choso’s eyes followed your every movement, tension rippling through his muscles as he braced himself beneath you. Your alluring, captivating gaze rose to meet his from below—nearly shattering his composure, dragging him into a heat he would not be liberated from.

Your pretty, plumped lips drove open in urgency—welcoming him, fitting his flushed mushroom tip flat onto your tongue. Tracing along him effortlessly, savoring every inch that trembled against you. 

You descended deeper onto his cock, gradually exploring the depth you were able to take with measure. Drawing out sloppy, noisy slurping carrying through the room’s silence—not being able to reach the base of him, coated in heated saliva.

His brows drew in together as his hands, hardened and calloused from relentless hours with his bass, rested gently upon your head, conveying a subtle yet profound tenderness.

“Sh..it, shit.” He snarled and whined with clear attempted restraint, barely holding back from clutching your hair as you tore into him with no mercy. Taking in the movement of the way your lips curved snugly to him, tongue warming and slurping underneath his thickened shaft; chin glistening with moisture.

Tenderly easing yourself further down, softening your throat to press him towards the back. Your mouth greedily devouring his thickened cock directly before him; tears gathered at the edge of your eyes as you held your position. Gazing at him with such affection that your pupils might have turned into hearts if they could.

Your hands jerked around his thigh, gagging a bit violently—eyes flickered open wider as he unexpectedly thrusted his hips upward, off-sync and uncoordinated. With each subtle bounce of your head, a faint cry escaped you; cock bulging from your throat. 

“D—Damn, look at you. So stubborn, being like this. This is how I’m supposed to shut you up?” Thumb grazing the swelling from your throat from his own doing. The suddenness causing you to sharply recoil, spit splattering against his pelvis in consistent coughs. 

You exchanged a bitter glare, allowing his fattened tip to rest along your lips before embracing him all over again. Moving with renewed vigor, a defiance burning behind every motion. Continuously swallowing him over and over, abusing his cock to meet the back of your throat; balls throbbing where it brushed your chin, drenched in slick. 

Choso sucked his teeth, a reflexive jolt drove his hips back—large fingers tucking your hair back with a steady, yet weak hand. “A–Aah, hold o-on. F-Fuckk.” His soft, whimpering pleas nearly being muffled by the messy patterns of slick, wet echos and gagging, fucking the sensitive curve of your throat. 

You eased your head back, coughing quietly as the strain caught up to you. Pumping his thick cock, casting up a look of helpless pleading, tender and innocently while milking him. With every slam of your lips reaching the base of his necklace, a Vivienne Westwood piece to clink softly against his chest.

His filled balls scrunching further and further on the cusp of bursting onto your needy, slutty face, all but inviting it. You withdrew your head and discharged your thick spit fully down his shaft, seeping downward to his cushiony balls, smearing them completely.

Thereafter, it didn’t require too much effort to watch him become undone. Lips capturing them inside your slobbering, heated mouth—attempting to take both of him at once. Ball’s twitching inwardly, whilst his cock spurt an ongoing stream of seed against your pretty face, ornamenting you at his gaze.

His breathing came slow and heavy, rugged eyes tracing over you as if committing every inch to memory. Choso’s own cum resting onto your sweet little face, driving him into a frenzied state. 

He drew in a breath, hooking your waist firmly yet effortlessly, guiding you upright. “A-Ah. Hell. Look at you, look so good. Made just for me.” A soft whine slipped into your ear as he hoisted you higher with a single powerful arm, drawing you nearer to the expansive glass window overlooking the bustling, glittering city below.

Your heart pounded in your ears as your fingers curled around his forearms, gently trying to free yourself from his hold. “H—Ha.. Hold on, Choso. Someone’s gonna—?” You spoke with nervous hesitation, your gaze drawn to the myriad of glowing windows, each revealing glimpses of solitary figures or quiet lives unfolding behind them. 

“Hm? So what?” He let out a quiet hum while plopping you back onto your feet, utterly oblivious to the depth of your frustration. 

The sound of fabric shifting accompanied his large hands as they unbuttoned your delicate black blouse. Freeing your tits from your form-fitting top, not being remotely bothered to wear a bra at all. This only deepened his thoughts of the countless times he found himself gazing at you, wondering quietly if he ever noticed your puffy nipples being evident.

Choso adjusted you carefully, ensuring you were aligned just right—tenderly pressing you against the chill of the glass. The fat of your tits flattening against the surface, utterly bare and visible to many. 

He took in your rounded ass, gnawing lightly at his lips and hoisted your skirt higher up your abdomen. He then situated his thickened tip snug against your plump lips, gliding past the thin fabric’s resistance. 

“Slowly. Please, please.” Releasing a soft sound of protest, fearful of the discomfort it might bring regarding his girth. Instead, he was fixated on the blur of vehicles rushing by.

Kamo leaned down to place a tender kiss on the top of your head, his broad back sheltering you in a quiet embrace from above. 

“I’ve got you. I’m right here, just relax.” Deep voice resonated softly beside you, a tender murmur that seemed to wrap you in warmth. His hand moved with delicate intent along your lower back, prying you gently against his swollen cock, spreading your lips apart.

A piercing sensation elicited a wince from you. With a brief catch of breath, he shifted forward little by little, your cunt hugging him fervently at every inch he could manage to squeeze inside you.

“Oh…my g-god.” You emitted a soft squeal, arching your spine incredibly whilst nestling into the crook of his pelvis perfectly, unaware he was completely and all into you already.

Choso released a soft, quivered sigh, deliberately tempering his movements with careful restraint. Steadily, he set himself into movement, drawing back to pound your pussy in repeated motions—a squirting noise murmuring along the large room, your messy, greedy cunt eating him all up.

With every measured plunge, a guttural grunt trickled from his chest—encircling the thin laced fabric of your panties, grasping firmly and drawing them down to guide you onto him. The cloth dug deep in the fat of your ass; Choso observing it sway up and down onto his cock in fulfillment. 

Your tits pressing further and further onto the glass, palms rested firmly against it, anchoring you as your gaze drifted over the sprawling city below—every sensation of your gummed walls clasping onto him; surrendering you to him in the moment.

Spotting of cream was gathering abundantly as each slap progressed. His tempo accelerated, driven by something visceral and deeply rooted. Palms finding the natural bend of your waist, remaining to hold you there while forcing you to take all of his thick inches, overworking your cunt with an intense devotion.

“I’ll mess you up so hard you won’t know to hate me or thank me.” Kamo’s voice rumbled in a low, taunting growl as his gaze lingered on your reflection, drinking in every flicker of emotion that betrayed you. 

Feeling a delicate pulse at his tip while dragging his large, mean cock against your walls—stretching you with overwhelming fullness. The way your body stretched taut erased every ounce of his composure, driving him to the edge.

His lips parted slightly, gently bitten as a commanding arm wound around you, drawing you nearer to keep you in place. The sight of his seed smeared all over your pounded-out expression was all that spoke to him.

“Come on, wake up. You said you’d be able to handle it.” A deep groan rumbled from his chest as his hand settled over yours, dwarfing your smaller fingers against the cool glass. His other hand found your wrist, bringing the arm behind you with slow, purposeful control. 

He guided them to him, not with force, but with quiet command—using an arm as reins to urge you to slam onto his raw, needy cock. The way your pussy inhaled him with ease, gradually becoming narrower and narrower. 

A heat stirred low in Choso’s core as he hastily drew the hem of his black top to his lips, gripping the fabric between his canines to clear his view—indulging more than he should; studying the plumpness of your ass jiggle within each collision that it touched him.

“C-Choso, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t—“ You faltered in your speech, bowing your head low. A subtle tremor coursed through your legs, compelling your back to curve further inward. An even more ideal posture to brutally fuck your brains out before the vast city you cherished. 

“T-That’s it, that’s my good girl. Milk me, please.”  He encouraged softly, his breathing deep and measured, fully attentive to the sounds that escaped from you and your swollen pussy clutching him with greater force. 

You inhaled sharply and shifted restlessly, your voice elevating as he increased his tempo. Hands snuck from his palms, bringing them to grope your tit and with no hesitation he obliged—utilizing them as his own personal stress ball to release his built tension.

Choso propelled his hips forward to widen your creamed, puffy cunt to mold to him only. His cock shivering and coiling inside of you, nearly snapping and unwinding.

“Inside, Choso please. M—y god please.” Your adorable voice letting out a sharp squeal, two fingers extending towards your swollen pussy lips, spreading them, carrying the intent where you wanted him to completely fill you to the absolute brim.

His gaze dropped sharply as he loosened his hold on you. Two broad hands settled onto each plush ass cheek, parting them wide—gauging the severity of his cock wrecking you stupid. 

The cream he milked from you oozed in astounding amounts, with him drawing back slightly becoming aware of just how thoroughly he was soaked from your unbelievable, desperate mess.

With a slow inhale, his grip grew more resolute, unaware of the strength he held onto you for. Gaining momentum of dragging his fattened,

slicked cock back into you over and over again. 

Gazing out at the city lights while Choso ravaged you before the expansive windows ignited a wild frenzy within him. The concept of him fucking you purely raw, breaking you apart before everyone’s eyes, stroked a sickness in him. 

“Fuck. No way. You’re gonna make me cum again, huh?” Releasing the fabric from his teeth; he winced, his entire body tightening with control as he rooted himself, ensuring his balance remained unshaken. 

Tears spilled from your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of emotion and physical sensation, your form shaking under the strain—turning into his complete fragile, slobbering, dumb fucking mess.

Kamo grew mildly uneasy at the sound of your voice breaking, leaning into the dip of your arch to plant a wet, breathy, heated kiss onto your cheek—his necklace slightly hitting the midst of your petite back in comparison to his.

Without pause, he continued to bury himself within the depths of your hot, tight cunt that gladly received him. The arch of your back increasingly became more pronounced, the head of his cock slamming into that one singular spot that tore you apart from the seams.

“A-Ah, fuck..” The cry burst from your throat, filling the space entirely. Coming undone—squirting heavily in segments, unable to choke out any words. 

The moment struck deep, his body flinching as a warm spray splashed against his pelvis. His fixation deepened, certain he’d never lay eyes on a woman more alluring. Choso enjoyed every succulent second of you becoming cock-drunk from him alone. 

“T-Theree you go. You ready for me now, pretty girl?”

Drawling in a low, hushed tone—absolutely fucking your thickened pussy raw. Pounding and pounding you through your orgasm, as though you were his personal fleshlight—no, by this period, you were.

Your fingers scraped against his toned arm, the one that nearly had you in a headlock, ensuring you stayed exactly where he wanted you. Luring you in his clutch, treating your body like an instrument tuned to him, and only him alone.

Each thrust brought your body to collide harshly upon the window panel. Beads of sweat traced down the surface, while your breath bloomed into fog, blurring your vision from outside. 

“I’m cumming, mmh’, fuck, fuck, fuck.” His voice broke apart, torn between a whimper and a growl, spilling from his throat past deep, ruined vocal cords. Overflowing your poor, swole cunt with his dense, heated cum in constant streams. 

A damp hand clasped onto your ass, latching on to  it as though it was the only surface to ground him. His sculpted chest lifting and sinking; heaving within each breath, tightening his grip once more before administering a lingering squeeze before removing himself. 

A flicker of concern crossed Kamo’s face, surprising even himself with how much he’d made you writhe. He gently swept your hair from your eyes, cradling, showering wet, exhausted kisses along your skin one last time before turning his thoughts to the mess he was responsible for.

[nwervous]

݁₊ ⊹ 𐔌 I CAN SEE YOU, I CAN FEEL YOU’RE ALONE .ᐟ

꩜ summary. in a reality where satoru gojo was never sealed, he comes home after being on the edge of madness, and there you are.

꩜ pairing(s). satoru gojo x reader

꩜ content. unprotected sex, choking, MDNI, cream, groping, somnophilia,

꩜ word count. 2.5k

꩜ a/n. insane gojo >>

You knew you shouldn’t let the worry consume you like this. Life with a man constantly devoured by duty was always destined to be this way. The way the meals you had prepped were refrigerated once again, not to mention the cold nights you had spent alone, were the most difficult to endure. Each was shadowed by the silent doubt of whether he would even return.

Such thoughts did nothing but shatter your heart, time and time again, each time duty called. You were left to remain in the home he had rented for the time being. A man of his wealth took the liberty to clutch onto you whenever and wherever he desired. Having knowledge of your whereabouts was the only thing that would settle him. Selfish, perhaps, it only had to be under his very own roof.

You tightened your throat in an effort to rid yourself of the knot slowly swelling within you, the warmth of the water trickling down as you took a step out of the shower. The steam clung to your skin like an embrace, offering a sweet sense of comfort. Your face felt weighted by the sorrow etched into it, not being able to bring yourself to meet your reflection in the eyes.

You took hold of your glaucous-colored designer garment, its lace brushing gently against your forearm. Satoru had purchased it for you many months ago, yet only now have you considered wearing it. You convinced yourself that your intentions were only to appear presentable for him, a quiet means of coping with the unavoidability of waking to an empty pillow.

Fingers glided over the delicate lace, savoring its silk texture, before slipping the short gown over your head. Lifting your hair gently, letting it tumble—brushing against the back of your neck. The fabric draping over your body in effortless grace, needing only a gentle tug at the hems to settle it in place to embrace your form perfectly. You misted a sweet, subtle fragrance onto your neck and wrists, gently pressing them together before stepping out of the bathroom.

Each step you took stirred a quiet creak from the hardwood beneath you—a gentle sigh that broke the silence only you endured. You moved towards the master bedroom, quietly closing the door behind you, as if sealing yourself from the world beyond.

You approached the thick bedding and lifted one leg at a time as you eased right into the cushions, wishing they might swallow you whole in that very moment. Nestling between the pillows, molding the emptiness into the shape of a missing body—then drew a light blanket over yourself, hoping it might hold you the same way he would.

A tightness gripped your chest as you fought to steady your breath, determined to keep the tears at bay. With your eyes tightly shut, you shifted into a fetal position, seeking solace within your own arms. In time, your mind began to settle, the world dissolving into complete darkness, granting you to drift deeply into a quiet, thoughtless rest.

Your chest rose and fell in a calm, steady rhythm, hour after hour. Raindrops tapped softly against the windowpane, their delicate pattern clinging. The gentle murmur of the drizzle wrapped around you, filling the silence with a quiet warmth.

Suddenly, the sound of wet, heavy footsteps approached the door. It swung open with abrupt force, cutting through the stillness. And there he stood—Satoru Gojo, drenched and disheveled, stripped of the polished image he so carefully kept from the world.

The drizzle intensified into a steady downpour, rain cascading over his midnight-blue zip-up, darkening the fabric as it clung to him. His white hair, usually untamed, was slicked down against his face—sharp features highlighted beneath the weight of the rain.

He advanced in slowly, each sharp clack of his dress shoes sliced through the stillness. His baby-blue pupils were locked ahead, pierced and unblinking as if he were bracing for something he was not able to put a finger on. His muscles tensed, nothing—not in the room nor the storm could pull his gaze away.

Each stride he took was slow and heavy, his frame curled inward as if shielding himself. Gojo’s head hung low, his pearl-soaked hair clung to his forehead, dripping down his cheekbones as they veiled his eyes. Despite it not being seen, the way he carried himself spoke more than anything else.

He paused for a moment, his large hand resting on the door knob where you resided. For a long, breathless moment, he stood there, motionless. Suspended in a place between overwhelming emotion and pure emptiness.

The door creaked open, his eyes finding you instantly—sharp and unmoving. His lids slowly widened, studying you with a gaze that held no fear or rage, something far more consuming. An endless, dark, and unspoken hunger. Equal obsession and an enticing sight that lulled him closer.

His heartbeat was frantic, though not a trace reflected on his expression nor body. Shifting closer, inch by inch—eyes sweeping over you from head to toe, measured and lingering. Each burning glance threaded with a gruesome yearning he was not letting show.

Your body was sunken deep into the cushions, the gentle lace of your gown slipping just enough to bare your one supple breast. Gown ridden up, gathering loosely at your waist—exposing the under of your plump ass, accented with a coordinated thong that hugged you gorgeously.

Your face was the vision of quiet beauty, so serene and achingly beautiful. Untouched and free from the worry, purely lost in the peace and softness deep sleep offered you. To say this would unravel Satoru would barely scratch the surface. The urge consumed him in a way words could hardly ever capture.

Gojo’s expression remained stilled, eye faintly widened, pupils dark, enlarged, dilated—reflecting a blend between madness and deep unrest. Drawn by pure instinct, he inched closer—his large frame looming over yours, casting a cold shadow. Observing the way your tits rose up and down beneath him, a quiet tension built within him, his trousers growing uncomfortably tight.

He lowered his upper body, strong arms bracing his weight as he closed the distance. Satoru’s lips hovered an inch above your soft, warm nipple. Each silent breath you drew caused your chest to rise, your nipple softly grazing his glistening bottom lip. It brushed his lips three times more, each touch savored—drinking the moment away.

Cool raindrops slipped between your chest, slightly anchoring your consciousness to the world around you. It wasn’t enough quite yet. His damp hair grazed you as if it were a whisper—delicate, sensual. Gojo’s lips parted, heated breath expelling from his chest, tickling your smooth skin.

A large, veined hand cupped your left breast, slow and possessive as if it belonged to him. His enormous tongue easily glided over your nipple, sweltering and covered in his slick. Satoru’s left arm raised, feeding attention to your other tit, groping and squeezing it within his hold. He worked your skin with unrelenting fervor, the tension unravelling from his back and shoulders.

A deep, rugged exhale tore from his lungs, feral and raw—like a predator finally sinking its teeth into its prize. When he would release you, his cheeks would hollow with a slow pull, ending in a deep, intentional pop! that echoed throughout the room—feeding the sound that pleased him deeply. Your tit bounced from his doing, your body writhed beneath him, overcome by the sensations knocking at your nerves. You moaned breathlessly, though lost in deep sleep, the subtle, involuntary responses your body twitched to.

Gojo loosened his hold onto you, his fingers trailing down to the buckle of his uniform trousers. His thumb hooked the waistband of his boxers, dragging them down in one motion, forcing his cock to spring—free, thick, and heavy with need.

A deep groan fled from his chest. The sensation of relief washed over his being, pent-up tension from battle finally breaking loose. His head dipped down once more, adjusting his stance to part his legs slightly. A hand reached towards your laced, soaked cunt, his finger tracing the slit between your lips. Your slick completely drenching his index.

Satoru gently urged your legs apart, his touch firm but unhurried until one was pressed upward, folding toward your chest under his steady hand. He drove his hips forward, claiming the moment without hesitation. His thick cock slid in between you, his rose-dusted mushroom tip kissing your clit sweetly.

His hand clamped down around the back of your thigh, nails barely digging—enough to leave the promise of a mark. Etching himself onto you; you weren’t going anywhere, and he would let everyone know who you belonged to.

The bed emitted a soft creak with each of his movements. Gojo’s hips grinding forward in a controlled, rhythmic pattern. The sharp thrust in his hips made your plush ass spring up and down onto his pelvis—your breasts tracing a similar circular rhythm.

A sudden breeze swept over your form, awakening an uneasiness within, yet your eyes stayed sealed, and your body was attempting to move from its motionlessness. Your brows tensed, lips parting with breathy murmurs as your hands moved instinctively on their own, seeking the warmth that held, craving the contact that began grounding you.

“Sa—toru?” You exhaled softly, the breath catching in your throat as your eyes struggled to even muster open. Fingertips brushing against the drenched fabric of his jacket—cold, heavy, clinging to him. In response, he deliberately removed his black compressed top, the fabric falling away to reveal his toned torso, before lifting one of your legs and draping it over his shoulder with poised control.

Gojo rose to his full height, his commanding presence now towering over you with ease, a stark contrast to his former, hunched posture. His piercing gaze fixed intently upon every subtle expression and motion your body revealed in response to his touch. He proceeded to squeeze the fat of your thigh, stealing a glance at your puffed-up pussy lips begging to be abused and fucked raw.

“Hey.” You spoke with evident concern, your mind tangled in the confusion wrought by just awakening a few moments ago and Gojo’s perplexing behavior.

Immediately, an overwhelming weight pressed into you. You found yourself being gradually hoisted up inch by inch, by nothing other than Satoru sliding his thick length into you, both hands with a firm grip—planted on your hips, drawing you farther down onto him, your cunt swallowing his cock entirely with no intentions of letting go.

“There you go, right where I want you.”

His gaze bore down into yours, pupils dilated and dark, fixed with an intensity that seemed to press into your very breath. Gojo drove his hips forward with a sudden, unbreakable force. Forcing you to slam down onto his cock mercilessly. The sudden jolt elicited a wince, your hands reaching out to grab onto the nearest surface in an effort to bring stability.

“T—oru? H-Hold on.” You pleaded with quiet desperation. Curious as to why Satoru was pounding your cute, needy, sopping cunt as you were resting. The vision of you sleeping with such fragile innocence ignited a fierce and possessive spark within him, stirring emotions both tender and on the border of obsessive.

With deliberate urgency, he drew the top of your gown down, as if seeing your tits were his lifeline—each movement charged with restrained urge and ache. Never before had you witnessed him so overcome with desperation, his desire laid bare in a way that was both animalistic and deeply consuming.

With a stilled, tense posture, Gojo lowered his head to rest against the curve of your ankle, a gesture as casual as it was claiming. Ironic it was, appearing as nonchalant while dragging you down, tearing your pussy from the inside. His cock attentively seeking the exact place he would push you beyond your limits.

You whined helplessly, your gummed walls massaging his cock, begging for his milk to fill you. Your slick seeps from your cunt, trickling in frequent amounts onto the bed sheets, not to mention Satoru’s thighs glistening, thoroughly soaked from your attempts to swallow his cock greedily. His momentum built swiftly, with an insatiable desire to watch you writhe, cream on him. The sight of it awakened something fierce, a grueling, possessive craving no one has ever come close to stirring.

He took in the faint, involuntary shiver that passed through your legs. The ceaseless slaps he would unleash onto your pretty, creamed-out pussy was nothing unlike before. Drawing both legs back against the headboard, the weight of his built chest settled against the back of your legs—contorting you into a close resemblance of a lawn chair.

“That’s it, gooood girl. Don’t hold back now.” Deep, throaty moans poured from you. His lips curled into a sinister smile, framed by eyes of vivid sky blue, wide and sick. Something was unusual. This wasn’t like him—his pace surged fiercely, every forceful thrust pinning you further into the mattress. A force clutching your body tightly, as if suffocating you.

Pale, ghostly lashes fluttered above his captivating irises, resting his cold, dampened forehead against yours.

“That’s it, gooood girl. Don’t hold back now.” He purred. Fully ascending back before slamming his pelvis against your cunt until a warm red spread across his ivory complexion. A trickle of slick cast across both your bodies in scattered bursts. Satoru’s large puce-tinted balls, striking the back of your sopping pussy; coating him in cream.

“M’ god, Toru. Please, please. I need you.” Emitting a trembled whisper, while your breasts were being ravaged and struck by his hands. The speed escalated abruptly, lips curling into a wider, animalistic, predatory smile. The dewy slap of your little puffed pussy carrying along the very room.

A slow dance of fingertips ghosted along your neck, clenching it with careful force. Ramming into you raw, his cock beginning to become swollen with pressure from your pretty cunt.

“You trying to make me fall harder, huh sweetheart?” A curved grin hovering near your skin as your walls flutter and clamped along his pulsing cock, molding perfectly to fit him and only him—becoming narrower and narrower.

“Right there, p—lease. I’m gon.” Waves of euphoria coursed through you, tightening steadily around him in short notice. A deep arch ran through your back, allowing Gojo to effortlessly lean into you, crushing the insides of your cunt. His breath warmed the very hollow of your soft neck, the muscles along his back tightened, his core pulled taut.

You gathered your resolve, squeezing your eyes shut as you arched your legs further backward. A guttural growl escaped him as his hand settled firmly against your lower abdomen, exerting steady pressure as he continuously pounded in and out of you.

Alas, completely pouring ropes and ropes of his seed in your already swollen, abused cunt he adored. Filling you to the fullest extent he can manage. Your skin flushed a deep wine from the strain he held onto you, while the glass surrounding the bedroom gave way, shattering into fragments.

His gaze grew heavy-lidded as his head dropped, his full weight surrendering onto you—unable to further hold himself. Your breasts cushioned him from his abrupt fall.

There he stood, finally free from the shadows of battle haunting him. His porcelain lashes glided faintly across your skin with delicate softness, his serene, angelic face bathed in quiet relief, now surrendered to the quiet comfort of your arms. All that remained was the sound and touch of rain, pouring in and enveloping you completely.

[nwervous]

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𑣲 summary. you were a highly regarded assistant at Jujutsu High, yet you found yourself wondering how your students would think of you after tonight.

𑣲 pairing(s). toji fushiguro x reader

𑣲 content. public sex, MDNI, degradation, size kink, breeding, dubcon, rough sex, spit, drinking, creaming, unprotected, creampie, corruption

𑣲 word count. 3.9k

𑣲 a/n. hii this is my first fic after 10+ yrs, decided to dabble in it again hehe this contains mature n slight dark themes as mentioned in content, please be wary! thank u

Long hours had passed, the sun beaming in full, and a day left to be taken advantage of. A shift at Jujutsu High, being the most mellow teacher assistant, was most eventful and also most grueling. Chaos among students was inevitable, continuing for generations to come. Regardless, becoming acquainted with your students compensated for a few negative aspects the position had offered.

Low heels clicking against the pavement as you neared the convenience store, one of numerous in Tokyo. However, this particular location was by far the most shabby, frequented by dubious figures, petty criminals, and all manner of questionable individuals. Still, it remained the quickest and most convenient option for a swift entrance and exit, often with a handful of assorted snacks in arm, and at this rate you wouldn’t mind a drink after this long day.

Without haste, you approached the doors awaiting you. Offering you ventilation from the scorching heat. You had just made your way back from the racetrack a few blocks away, the worn ticket dangling lightly between your fingertips, catching the breeze like a fragile remnant of the afternoon.

It had only taken three singular steps until an enigmatic figure came close to your peripheral. Your sight swiftly switched to the intrigue that was bestowed upon you, directing your gaze toward a well-defined and muscular back.

While you drew several observant looks, your gaze remained fixed on the man, compelled by an indefinable sense of uncertainty surrounding him. His gaze remained still on the television before him, a phone held to his ear.

With interest fading, you proceeded to purchase a drink and seat yourself at a nearby table without further hesitation. Even while seated, his frame hogged much of the television screen, leaving you to question whether to direct your annoyance at him or at the pea-sized television.

You raised your drink to your glossed, luscious lips, taking a few slow, measured sips. The man spoke in a low, rasped murmur, yet despite the table separating you, fragments of his whispers still reached—unintended, but impossible to disregard.

“Satoru Gojo is with a girl.”

A raspy mutter drove you to freeze instantly, tension coiling through your muscles as your breath seized just for a moment. The context was puzzling—why would a man of his stature be concerned over a boy’s romantic affairs? It seemed unlikely; there had to be more details scratching along the surface.

It was not merely any boy; the name resonated with familiarity. He was, in fact, your own student. You swallowed thickly and placed your glass down, making a discreet effort to capture more of his conversation.

“He’s the first in several centuries to—“

The surge of cheering from the television abruptly cut his words short. Toji took a bite of his meal, consuming it in one single, purposeful motion. Barely a moment passed before he stood from his seat, his tall frame looming over you from behind. Your demeanor changed almost immediately.

You kept your gaze anchored to the rim of your glass, silently pleading he hadn’t taken notice of you as audible footsteps gradually grew fainter and fainter into the distance. Pressing your lips together, you hastily gathered your belongings, assuming he was preparing to leave. Rising shortly after him, you left your ticket and drink on the table, your gaze fixed intently on the television. Advancing a few more steps toward the door, you exhaled a sigh—a blend of genuine relief and apprehension over how you would convey such information.

Without warning, your body collided into a solid, unrelenting barrier that halted your momentum, the impact jarring. Instinctively, your eyes darted toward the source of the obstruction, eyeing the cause of the sharp collision.

There he stood, his towering, muscular frame casting a shadow over your slight form. One arm remained lifted, the device still pressed to his ear, while his piercing, Oxford-hued eyes bore down on you with the ferocity of something starved—a predator locked on its prey.

“Signal’s dropping.”

He sneered, his tone laced with cruel amusement. With a single, deliberate motion, his thumb ended the call and snapped the device shut, the click echoing like a final note. He stood rooted at the exit, his enormous physique blocking all escape, while his face twisted into a grin—dark, unnatural, and almost demonic. A smile unlike anything you’d ever witnessed, and one you wished you hadn’t.

This was unavoidable, being the sole woman in this seemingly run-down convenience store. It was impossible for them not to cast glances your way, your presence glaringly out of place, leaving you exposed and vulnerable amidst the harsh surroundings.

Your heart pounded like a war drum, each beat deafening in the silence. A fragile ‘um’ caught in your throat, choked back before it could betray you. You didn’t dare look away, your eyes locked with his, unblinking, unwilling to show the tremor beneath. Your expression remained a carefully constructed mask, masquerading the dread twisting in your gut, the fear clawing deep within you.

“I’m very sorry. Excuse me,”

You spoke softly, with measured politeness, your wide, doe eyes meeting his briefly before quickly averting. You took a few cautious steps to the right, assuming he would shift his shoulder aside and allow you to pass. Yet there was no sound, no shifting, no indication he intended to move. He remained still, unmoving, as if he belonged there, despite the space being anything but his own. The stillness needled at you, awakening a slow-burning unease beneath your annoyance, as fear began to tighten its grip in the silence he refused to break.

“You following me?” The silence fractured as he finally spoke, his voice low, coarse, and uneven. His large hand closed around the phone, slipping it into his pocket with deliberate ease, all while his gaze remained fixed on you, unyielding and unbroken. There was something infernal about his presence, a suffocating force that pressed heavily on you. You avoided meeting his gaze again, instead fixing your eyes on a vacant point beside his torso, unwilling, unable to look directly at him.

“I’m not, I’m sorry. I have somewhere to be, please,”Suddenly, an unmistakable, sharp pressure seized your wrist. Your stance faltered as a jolt of force yanked you forward, pulling you off balance. Your heart stuttered, missing a beat as your eyes shot wide, scanning the space in a sudden rush of alarm, the moment unraveling in a blur of motion and adrenaline.

Your face came into contact with his chest, the fabric of his crewneck soft but concealing much of his physique. Yet even in that brief moment, the firmness beneath the material left no doubt: his strength was unmistakable. His back faced the idle onlookers scattered throughout the store, casually preoccupied with their snacks. Yet his imposing frame was broad enough to eclipse you completely, a deliberate barrier that hid you from view, transforming the small space between you into something far more isolating than protective.

His presence encroached upon your space, compelling you to retreat through the doors, while he advanced without hesitation, matching each step with quiet urgency—each movement deliberate, as if asserting silent control over every inch you yielded.

“Think I wouldn’t notice you? Kinda hard not to, you know that.” A firm arm pushed one of the doors open, his posture slightly inclined with curiosity, while the other hand remained casually tucked in his pocket. “Tell me,” he continued speaking, his deep, ragged voice sharpening as it rose in volume and intensity, each word followed with intrigue.

“A place like this doesn’t suit you. So, what are you really doing here?” The scar along his lip settled as the remnants of his grin faded, his expression shifting into something far more severe, cold, almost cruel. It was only then that you seemed to register your back pressed firmly against the coarse, unforgiving brick wall behind you.

It would have been naïve to assume he hadn’t already connected the dots, that he hadn’t realized you’d been listening in on his earlier conversation. “I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about. Now move.” You retorted, irritation flaring sharper with each passing second. Your feet shifted instinctively, carrying you deeper into the alley, directionless. You didn’t care where it led, anywhere was better than standing there, boxed in beneath his scrutiny.

He closed the distance in an instant, wasting not a single second. His strong, sculpted forearm clamped around your arm with unyielding force. His head lowered, lips hovering just beside your ear, while his upper body boxed you in, silent, controlled, and inescapable.

“I’ll ask once, where’s Satoru Gojo? Or should I start with your students and see how loud they scream?” He spoke with an air of nonchalance, his voice, a whisper that brushed against the curve of your ear. Your gaze remained fixed on his shoulder as the mere proximity of his breath traced along your neck, igniting a sensation without even touching you. Strangely, this stirred something within you—an inexplicable thrill you couldn’t quite understand.

A knot swelled in your throat, nearly choking the words before they could escape. “I don’t know where he is,” you said, your voice faltering, what once carried power now reduced to a faint echo. You stumbled back against the wall, instinctively clutching his big, toned bicep for support as he rapidly closed the narrowing gap between you.

“Oh, you ‘don’t know’? Guess we’ll just have to dig a little, won’t we?” His face slowly descended toward your neck, the sudden sting of sharp nips just above your chest catching you off guard. His right hand braced against the wall beside your head, supporting his lean. Your breath hitched, and a raw, involuntary sound escaped you in response to the unexpected bite.

Your eyes widened as you pressed both hands urgently against his broad shoulders, pushing with all the strength you could muster in a desperate bid to create space. He did not waver, instead feeding on your chest with wet, large, warm licks. His heated breath tickling the very same spot he had just abused.

“Funny how you’re acting all coy when I saw the way you were looking at me n’ there.” Pressing his face into your soft skin with a low growl vibrating against you, and a furrowed brow on his expression that spoke of restraint. It quickly broke, replaced by a devious grin, sharp scar contorting as his large fingertips slid beneath the strap of your sundress, each motion slow, possessive, and coated in raw, darkened desire.

“Get off me,”Your face flushed a harsh rouge as your breath faltered, shuffling relentlessly under him. Your hands trembled slightly as you hurriedly pulled the straps onto your shoulders. Your tits nearly spilling out your attire, an intoxicating sight.

He never gazed away, pupils burning with an animalistic hunger. With brutal force, his rough fingers stripped the top half of your dress from your body, each movement driven by an undeniable, consuming need. Your strapless bra tugging downwards within the same force. Tits bounced upward slightly, grazing his wrist. Without a moment’s pause, he groped your tit with one, another rearranging his bulge; swelling and irritating.

Your heart raced, a searing heat building between your legs that ignited a desperate need. Eyes darting nervously, you searched your surroundings. At any given moment, you could be caught by any potential onlookers who might witness you unravel beneath him like prey. To deny the stir of desire he evoked would be a lie. The way he manhandled you with casual disregard, looming over you as if claiming every inch, consumed you in ways you couldn’t control or resist.

“You know, sweetheart, if you just told me where he is, this could end real quick. Unless… this is what you wanted all along, looking at me like that.” Toji hummed mockingly, his hand descending to grab a handful of your ass, while the other grazed your underwear, completely soaked without your acknowledgment. A cruel smile spread across his face, amusement and a dark, predatory satisfaction.

“Damn, you’re this excited? All that hiding and you couldn’t even keep it together.” He let out a quiet snort, his large, elongated finger sliding between your puffy pussy lips. Coating them with your thick, overwhelming slick.

“I— m’. not hiding.” You finally stammered, stealing fleeting glances. The mere act of looking at him left your heart racing. Instinctively, one arm moved to shield your breasts, while your other hand sought to pull his wrist away. He observed with a cold amusement, allowing you to shove him away, before languidly licking his finger. His large, thick tongue consuming it all right in front of your eyes. The motion only stoking the flames that grew inside him.

His hand moved toward his trousers, adjusting them downward with a subtle motion. His cock sprung out, thick, wide, and completely veined to the very base. The sight left you breathless, your pussy practically drooled in need.

“You like what you’re seeing, sweetheart? Think this’ll be enough to get you talking?” He leaned in, ripping your arms away with a ferocity that left you breathless. His large, calloused hands gripped onto your thigh, lifting you slightly with an undeniable force, pulling you into his grip as if he couldn’t bear the distance any longer. The air between you thickened with an intensity that felt almost suffocating.

“S—Stop. please,” you whimpered, more so of the pure embarrassment you felt of how wet and drenched your cunt was. Small hands gripping his broad, muscled shoulders as he lifted you with terrifying ease, as if you were nothing more than a ragdoll. He pressed your legs against his shoulders, your arms tightening around his biceps in a desperate, trembling grip, caught between resistance and want.

“You know, what you’re saying doesn’t exactly match up with what she’s been saying—Kind of makes me wonder if you’re bein’ honest.” His voice rasped against your neck, a low chuckle escaping his scarred lips. His mushroom tip thrusting in between your pussy lips, feeling the way your slick completely coated all of him only burned your face in humiliation. You turned your gaze toward the street, the night steadily advancing upon you.

You whined, wincing at his cock gently teasing your small opening. Rhythmically barely going in and out in a steady, deliberate motion caused you to claw at his broad, toned shoulders. Your fingers digging into his skin so intensely from the way your cunt traced each and every one of his veins.

“You like that, huh? Need more or are you already hooked, baby?” You could feel the heat of him, the faint grin of his teeth as his eyes and lips inched closer to your face. Each time you tried to pull away, he closed the distance, relentless, aching to see your pretty features writhe on his cock.

A soft whimper escaped you in response, the heat building within you and the wetness of your cunt grew, almost unbearable. Your brow furrowed, and your teeth gripped your lip, the intensity rising with every passing second. Toji’s strong arm encircled your waist, drawing you closer as the air seemed to tighten.

Toji thrusted his pelvis forward, dragging out each slow, agonizing stroke of his fat, large cock into your sopping wet cunt. Inducing your pussy an excessive stretch to his size. A low, rumbling grunt fled from him as he felt the tightness, heat, and desperation your cunt yearned for.

“Wonder what your students would think if they saw you like this, huh? All fucked out and dumb.” A sharp breath escaped him, a stolen surge of intensity as he quickened his pace, the rhythm slowly becoming unrelenting. Toji’s cock invading every single inch of your gummy walls, rubbing and filling you up every time he rode into you.

“S-Stop bringing them up. I didn’t wan—” Frustration welled within you at his words, yet you found yourself powerless to resist. The way his cock disappeared into you, molding your pussy snugly to fit him. The way your cunt squelched against him after every pound he induced. His body, arms pinning you mercilessly in one of the most aggressive, mean, and dominating mating presses mid-air. It was an unusually unconventional position to be in, yet given his physique and stature, it was the most fitting and comfortable for him.

Your body began sinking little by little, your ass bouncing with each forceful collision onto his skin, a clapping sound resonating down the alley. “You don’t want it but you’re whinin’ like that under me? How’s that work?” The deeper you descended, the more he leaned into you, his powerful, toned arms supporting and guiding you as he pressed your soaked cunt down against his cock. Your soft, plump tits bouncing in clockwise motions beneath him, your hands gripping his upper arms with bitten back wails.

The sight stirred something primal within him, a hunger that consumed him entirely. It had been far too “long” since he had been with a woman like this in about a week. The way you were sprawled, fucked stupid, in his arms, so helpless and vulnerable, drove him to the edge, filling him with an insatiable greed.

“O–Oh my fu-ing god.” You couldn’t suppress the sharp cry that tore from you, your voice reaching its highest tone. Your cunt instinctively clamped down onto him, craving him with an untamed, animalistic hunger. His cock continuously shoveled into you as if it belonged all this time, drenched, puffy pussy dampening the hems of his pants and crewneck top.

Your gaze softened, filled with a longing that bordered on obsession. Your arms snaking their way around his neck to draw him down toward you, disregarding the discomfort it might cause a towering build of the six-foot-two man in such a strained position.

His cock crushed into you with an insatiable hunger, one large calloused hand gripping onto your thigh. Balls ramming against your ass, creating rings among rings of cream on his large, veiny cock. A coil began to form in your womb, being plowed again and again and again with no intentions of halting.

A low guttural groan was forced from him as he approached the very edge. “What if I knocked you up right now, huh? You want that?” He provoked childishly. Continuously wrecking your insides with his mean cock. His distant, dark space-cadet hues shifted from your fucked-out state to the store door, observing as pedestrians exited near the alley. His adam’s apple rose and fell as he swallowed, peering down to you.

“Try to keep it down, yeah? Don’t need the neighbors catching on. You’re takin’ all of me like a good girl already.” He was the embodiment of cruelty, the meanest, evilest man you have ever encountered. Your eyes widened in awe, your small hand grasped his; his completely swallowing, squeezing your ass entirely, causing the fat to seep in between his fingers.

He pulled you into a strong, bearish embrace. Riling his toned hips against your ass as carelessly and loudly as he was able to manage. Your cunt forcibly and greedily swallowed his cock every time he rams it in. Toji’s arm exerted a firm pressure, forcing you down to cream endlessly onto him, slowly trickling down to his large, heavy, plush balls.

“Look at you, such a stupid fucking girl. Can’t even think straight when I’m plowing into your tight cunt like this, hm?” You could feel the deep tremor of his chest against you from his low, throaty chuckle. His piercing gaze locked onto you, drinking in the sight of your blissful, cock-drunked expression that worsened every second.

Your toes curled involuntarily as his intensive stare fixed on you, observing every movement as you writhed beneath him. Every time you breathed, every time he mercilessly pounded his fat, heavy cock into your puffy, swollen cunt.

“I—I c’ can’t.. I–I m’” You babbled nonsense, muttering incoherently, your breath catching in soft whispers with each thrust, he filled your starved pussy overwhelmingly. Gripping him with a possessive urgency.

Your breath came in irregular intervals, halting and then resuming. A soft, heightened, guttural squeal pushed out from your lips as you couldn’t help but squirt periodically. Your arms wrapped securely around him, urging him in between your tits, bouncing up against him. You felt the warmth of a grin graze your breast, a subtle, heated touch that sent a shiver through you.

“That’s it.” He growled, forcefully driving your soft, pliant body against his hard, rugged chest and swollen mushroom tip, begging to burst in your womb. He harbored a deep disdain for the very idea of having another child. However, at this very moment, he could never have imagined considering such a thing until now. All Toji was able to wonder about was filling your soaked, hungry cunt with his swollen, large cock, spurting all his pent-up seed to the very brim.

He raised and lowered you like his own personal fuck doll. His arms never faltered in tossing your smaller body onto him, bringing his pelvis to clap against your ass ruthlessly. “Fuck, you’re something else. Gonna carry another one for me?” He cooed, his voice a low growl as he whispered a mix of tender yet forceful words against your ear, dark and intense.

Toji buries his face, chest into the crook of your neck. Quickening his pace while abusing your small overwhelmed cunt with his swollen enormous cock head. Filling, unwinding, and molding your tight cunt relentlessly, again and again, until the coil became too overwhelming to endure.

“Y—Yes, please, mf’ m yes.” Deep, breathless gasps escaped you, a heightened moan spewing endlessly in his ear.

Carbon black hair brushed over your forehead. Your eyes widened in awe, captivated by the rugged beauty of his face underneath the fluorescent lighting of the street lamps. His large, calloused fingers gently cupped your cheeks, compelling your lips to split apart, inserting another lengthy finger to meet your tongue.

“Atta girl, open up.“ A bead of thick saliva darting from his mouth right into yours, trailing sensuously down your thick, glossed lips. All the while fucking your brains out, driven to the brink of insanity and heat.

At last, his grasp became more intense, tightening around you. Your plump ass in a gradient, crimson red in shape of his hand. A deep, resonant groan emanated from him, firmly securing the back of your neck and waist for him to breed you properly. Toji’s cock dumped heaps and heaps of his thick seed into your starving cunt, milking him. You were able to feel it tighten and suck every single droplet as much as it was able to.

You accepted it, unable to resist. A tremulous exhale snaked from your lips as your body went completely limp, overwhelmed by the rush of adrenaline moments ago. Face and lips were coated with a mixture of Toji’s saliva and your own. Sweat beaded down your tits, waist, and legs, and hair was completely disordered. Your petite hands released their grip from his toned neck, stained and marked with slim scratches.

His chest rose and fell as he observed your breeded and fucked-out condition, a glint of lust sparking in his pupils.

“Ah, what am I going to do with you now?”

He contemplated, a fleeting array of thoughts passing through his mind, alongside a curiosity regarding your apparent, noticeable stupidity.