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I’m Pro Black Woman before I’m Pro Black btw
baby megumi is growing too fast according to toji
going into a relationship with toji wasn’t easy. he often disappeared without a word leaving you worried about him. he also liked to quickly spend his money which led him to be financially depended on you.
back then you would’ve never imagined toji as a father. if somebody asked you “would you want him to be the father to your kids?” you would probably just shrug it off because as lovely as he is those nasty habits really got in the way of him being a good parent.
until one late spring evening, you took a test. mostly to ease your anxiety, since morning nausea hit you so hard for the past few days. so when he was fixing some cabinet in your shared kitchen, a loud gasp came from the bathroom.
toji dropped everything and quickly ran to you, instantly worried what could’ve happened. he opened the door without hesitation and saw you standing there frozen, the test in your hand.
he knew that look, that hand on your mouth, the test. he took a step forward and took the test in his hands. he moved his fingers through the positive as if checking that it was real.
he looked down at you and kissed your forehead before dropping to his knees. “y/n, you made me the happiest man on earth. i know i am an idiot. a reckless one. but i’ll change for you and the baby. i’ll do anything just to keep my little family safe.”
and just like that, after almost 7 years toji was putting a jacket on (not so) little megumi that was on his way to the first day of school.
he was holding his school bag in hand, waving a small ‘goodbye’ before running to the car that was parked in front of your house.
toji looked at him before grabbing his keys and turning towards the door. you spoke up “so, he’s really not our little boy huh?” toji then stopped and sighed.
he didn’t regret once when he worked his ass off just to see you and little megumi smile. but knowing that megumi won’t climb onto him anymore, he won’t need his father to scare bugs out of his room, he won’t need him anymore.
it felt like losing him. like megumi was a really important peace of his heart that was taken away. he smiled and hugged you “yeah, he’s a strong boy now, huh?” he kissed the top of your head but you could feel the tension in him.
suddenly you felt some wet drops on the back of your neck. “toji, are you crying? megumi isn’t leaving forever. he just opened a new chapter you should be happy.”
he let out that low chuckle “yeah, no, im not crying woman, you’re imagining things. i know he’s an independent man now. but still he needs me to get him to school.” he pressed a quick kiss before quickly turning away to hide the tears on his face and running to the car because megumi was yelling at him, worried he will be late for his first day.
an: smth quick idk the heatwave melt my brain off and idk what to do
Yes, Daddy pt. 4
stud! Riri x stud! Shuri x black! fem! reader
Who else did they take together in the backseat of Shuri’s SUV?
How many times did Riri use her tired-ass pick-up lines?
How many girls had gone to Wakanda and been fucked in Shuri’s childhood bedroom?
Warnings: ANGST!! SMUT!!! 18+, spanking, degradation, explicit language, praise kink, daddy kink, mami kink, dom! Shuri, switch! Riri, sub! reader, mentions of cheating, reader gets with a man..., rough sex, edging, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), choking, strap slinging Riri, alcohol use, squirting, fluff, probably some that I missed
Word Count: 13.1k + (you guys have no idea how excited I am about that)
Tags: @inmyheadimobsessed @shurislover @6-noir @ihearttish @vampzxi @verachii @phantomof-themcu @taiiunknown @pocketsizedpanther @shuris3leg @bellaallebbella1
Riri couldn’t remember a time when she’d slept so soundly. Nightmares and restless nights grew up with her, and slumber evaded her, creating a habitual insomniac out of the poor girl. Shooting up from bed in a cold sweat and slight shiver wasn’t out of the ordinary. The creak in Riri’s bed, when she tossed and turned through the night, is what finally caused her roommate to abandon ship and move out.
Yes, Daddy
stud!ShuRiri x black!fem!reader
“I’m daddy,” Shuri growls and you sink into her body, melting at her vernacular. “Understand, baby?”
You make the mistake of nodding first, catching yourself quickly. “Yes,” you correct.
“Yes, what?”
“Y-yes, daddy.”
Warnings: 18+!!!!! SMUT HEAVY, dom!Shuri, brat!tamer!Shuri, brat!tamer!Riri, switch!Riri, sub!reader, brat!Riri, brat!reader, multiple orgasms, fingering, tribbing, oral sex, squirting, EXPLICIT language, semi-public sex, car sex, edging, HEAVY praise kink, drinking, slight degradation, drunk!Riri, drunk!Shuri, drunk!reader, twerking, stud!Shuri, stud!Riri, fem!reader, possibly some that I missed...
Word Count: 6.3k+
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A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, my loves!!! Loosely based on Riri's Love Letter. I got a little carried away, so she's kinda long, but yall, she is filthy. Enjoy <3
“It’s no way I just let you drag my ass to this party. And on Valentine’s day too? I don’t wanna be around all these damn couples.”
Let’s Watch It Back
Kinktober Day 14 — Video Camera
Summary: You and your girlfriend, Shuri, decided to make a sex tape!
Pairing: Shuri x Black Fem!Reader
Warnings: smutty smut, explicit language, praise kink, sextape, vibranium strap
Word count: 693
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You found her in the lab early, dressed in her usual lab attire, holograms circling her like lazy fireflies. She was smiling at the air. It was barely seven in the morning. Surprisingly, she was alone. You knew she had to be up to something mischievous. There was a charge in the room you couldn’t ignore.
“Good morning, genius,” you said, voice still scratchy with sleep. “You’re up early.”
“I could not help it,” she said, tapping a command into her kimoyo beads. The beads blinked, and a soft image flickered to life above the table. The both of you on the bed. You are on your hands and knees. Shuri is behind you, gripping your hips as she buried her 8-inch vibranium strap deeper inside you.
You gasped, checking over your shoulder to make sure the assistants were gone. “Shuri! You’re watchin’ that now?! In here?”
She laughed, waving her hand through the projection. “Relax, entle. It is encrypted. Only I can open the file.” She raised the volume. Your cheeks heated instantly as the obscene sounds of your wetness and deafening moans filled the laboratory.
DOM!SHURI! X OVULATING READER
Summary: A quiet kind of hunger hangs in the air unspoken, irresistible, and powerful enough to pull Shuri back home before the day ever truly begins.
Warnings: sexting, scent kink??, (nothing major just enjoy the ride 😅)
I said I wouldn’t upload anything else but I found this cleaning out my notes so hey yolo.
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The day was like any other really, except you would prove to be a bit needy..
Shuri left your shared bed before the sun rose to begin her work in the lab. During her morning routine you always transition into some form of consciousness. You don’t move or get up you’re not even entirely sure if you’re awake but you get to hear her swiftly moving around your shared space readying herself for the day.
As everyday since you’ve lived together, she leaves a kiss on your check as her non verbal farewell to you. However today you vaguely remember her pausing after kissing you only to come back into your personal space to take a deep inhale..
Of what? You had no idea, you were barely awake registering it but as you stood awake now in the bathroom fresh out of your morning shower your mind forced you to relive a memory you barely remembered holding..
Still you brushed it off as nothing. You continued your morning as usual casually exchanging text messages with Shuri. Today you were feeling a bit more needy. No rhyme or reason maybe you were ovulating, but truly some days you craved seeing your lover before you had to part ways.
You sent little hints of wanting in your texts like..
Wife👩🏾❤️💋👩🏾: “the room smells like your new perfume my love I don’t think I’ll get anything done around here with that distraction ”
I-Panther Yam: “you suck at flirting yk that ?😭”
Wife👩🏾❤️💋👩🏾: “yk what I don’t suck at?”
I-Panther Yam: “what’s that nkosazana?”
You could practically feel her smirk through the pet name she only used when talking down to you.
Wife👩🏾❤️💋👩🏾: “ getting my way 💋. “
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I-Panther Yam: …
I-Panther Yam:
Truth be told when you sent the photo of yourself sitting on the edge of your bed in front of the strategically placed mirror, legs bent at the knee touching your chest, completely bare after a solo session between you and the special set of kimoyo beads Shuri made for you when she’d be away on missions.
You should have prepared for her imminent arrival.
It’s been a while since she’s been away long enough for you to use them but the last time you did you had a little photo shoot afterwards to keep your Shuri Baiting inventory fresh .
Smirking to yourself you knew you got exactly what you wanted when she failed to respond to the photo after seeing her begin a thread and delete it all together.
If it’s one thing Shuri loves to see, that gets her ready to pounce on you at any moment it’s a view of your pretty pussy on display already sloppy and wet , just ready for her to come and do the final damage.
Before you could leave your place in the kitchen you round the corner to almost crash into Shuri who you hadn’t heard come in(damn that herb) .
A quick squeal falls from your lips as the startle passes through you.
“Fuck Shuri! You scared the hell outta me.”
As your heart rate returned to normal Shuri shot it back through the roof like a boomerang with the aura she carried. Throughout all your outbursts she remained still. Firm even. When you finally really locked eyes officially you couldn’t stop the shiver that traveled through your spine and the twitch of your clit under your lounge dress.
Oh she was gonna fuck you good.
As she finally parted her lips to grace you with her intoxicating voice you felt every degree you held and shred of self respect slip away with the waves her voice carried. (I’m either ovulating or easy either way I’m going)
“Pity. I thought I’d be presented with the image you defiled my phone with live in the flesh.. but here you are fully clothed, head empty, and pussy dripping.”
She took a step closer to you still not touching you. But the arch of your neck to maintain eye contact emphasized your height difference.
“You know you spoke of my perfume being a distraction in the house but I could fucking smell you the moment I opened our front door?” She growled leaning closer stealing what little air you had.
She looked down at you with an intense lust you’ve seen before but definitely didn’t mean to provoke.
She continued speaking to herself really as you couldn’t form a coherent sentence even if you tried .
Shuri had that effect without having to do much of anything.
“This morning when I left you I had half a mind say fuck my project and eat you out of your sleep usana. You tempt me even in your sleep.” She whispers the last sentence intentionally to herself.
You gasped at the tease of what would’ve been a great morning had the other half of her mind just said fuck the project too.
“Your scent is already a drug to me and you smell so much stronger today like your drowning me in you and I’m not complaining but- fuck sithandwa sam I’ve needed to taste-no, devour you since the moment I left our bed this morning.”
She continued not letting you breath as filthy thought after thought escaped her mind as if in this moment you only served to be a journal to hear the dirty secrets of her mind and not experience them.. though you knew better than that.
The more turned on Shuri is the more she speaks and right now you were an audience of one to her TeD Talk about how bad she needed your pussy.
“Are you ovulating?” She suddenly asks.
The sudden change of topic and finally being granted the space to speak brought you back from your thoughts.
“Huh? I- I don’t know..maybe.? I feel like I should be asking you-”
“ you must be” she challenged “your scent is so strong and you were too impatient to even flirt with me you did what sluts do , sent me everything you had to offer on a silver platter”
She rendered you silent again. Unsure of where she was going with this. Honestly you were just ready for her to bend you over the nearest surface. If she spoke any longer you might cum untouched or resort to begging on all fours.
“Let’s be glad I can’t get you pregnant either way. Now are you gonna strip down so I can have my pretty pussy leaking in my mouth and not on our hallway floor nkosazana?”
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A/N: this was completely feral and disorganized because it was written in heat lol but I hope it helps with the Shuri drought . Back to being a ghost ✌🏾.
Pierced. (18+ suggestive)
୨୧⋅┈∘┈⋅⋅┈∘┈⋅୨୧⋅┈∘┈⋅⋅┈∘┈⋅୨୧ ⋅┈∘┈⋅⋅┈∘┈⋅ ୨୧ The safe house was nothing more than a rundown cabin tucked in the woods, one room, one bed, one sad—narrow couch, and the faint smell of old wood and moss.
The mission had gone sideways—close call with hostiles, comms cut, but thankfully the two of you had made it out with little casualty. Ghost had taken a grazing hit across his side; nothing life-threatening, but enough that he needed to clean it properly.
You were still catching your breath, peeling off your plate carrier and vest, when he finally shredded his shirt.
You weren’t expecting what you saw.
Ghost’s torso was a map of scars and hard muscle, but that wasn’t what made your brain short-circuit. Both of his nipples were pierced—thick, silver barbells that caught the low light from the single lantern. Then a delicate but deliberate navel piercing sat right above the waistband of his pants. small, glinting balls. And when he ran his tongue over his teeth, catching his breath, you saw the tongue piercing too—metallic ball flashing for half a second.
He noticed you staring, those dark eyes didn’t miss much.
“Problem, Sergeant?” The usual clipped Manchester edge softened by exhaustion and something else.
You opened your mouth. Closed it. Heat flooded your face so fast you were surprised steam didn’t rise off you. The piercings were so… unexpected on him. Hidden under all that tactical gear and that damn mask, secret and filthy.
Your gaze kept dropping—to the way the nipple bars stood out against his pale skin, to the way the navel hoop shifted when he breathed, to the way he licked his lower lip and that tongue piercing caught the light again.
Your mind went exactly where you told it not to.
What else is he hiding?
You could almost picture it—more silver glinting lower, maybe a Jacob’s ladder running the length of his cock, each rung a shock of cold metal you’d feel if he ever—
“Eyes up here.” he said, but there was a rough edge of amusement under it. He didn’t move to cover himself. Just stood there, scarred, pierced, and stupidly hot, letting you look. The air in the cabin felt twenty degrees hotter.
You swallowed. Your pulse was hammering in your throat. “I… didn’t know the military let you have those.”
“They don’t.” He shrugged one broad shoulder, the motion making the barbells shift. “Keeps things interesting when nobody’s looking.”
Your brain was supplying very vivid, very unprofessional images of exactly what “interesting” might look like beneath his belt. The thought of cold metal dragging against sensitive skin, of him letting someone see—letting you see—made your thighs press together involuntarily.
Ghost’s head tilted slightly, like he could read every filthy thought crossing your face. His voice dropped even lower as his hand hovered over his belt.
“Wanna see what else I’m hiding…?”
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A/n: YES YES YES. THE ANSWER IS YES.
Pt. 2 to this. Careful what you wish for. TF141 x reader +18 mdni TW: Heavy smut warning !!!!
Honestly, you didn’t know what had completely possessed you to suggest such a thing. Maybe it was the crushing lack of sleep, or perhaps the raw adrenaline of finally making it back to the safe house alive. But before you even realized the gravity of what you were doing, you were standing entirely bare in front of four hardened men whose intense stares burned into your skin with a nasty, unyielding need.
A volatile mix of too much testosterone and months of touch deprivation had completely sealed your fate. You knew exactly what they had in store for you.
With a slow, deliberate movement, you freed your hair from the towel, allowing the damp, dark strands to cascade down your bare shoulders. You watched with a smug satisfaction as the four of them stood entirely frozen, practically vibrating with tension as they waited to see who would dare make the first move.
Deciding to set the pace, you sauntered over to Gaz. His eyes were darting frantically between your bare breasts and the floor—a nervous little lamb caught in a trap. You stepped directly into his space and wrapped your hand firmly around his clothed erection.
With a body like that, it would be hard not to stare 18+ mdni tf141 x reader
In the absolute back-ass of some godforsaken country on a mission, you and the rest of Task Force 141 finally managed to crawl back to a proxy safe house. You’d been awake for forty-eight straight hours, your skin caked in layers of sweat, field dirt, and dried blood.
You wanted nothing more than a boiling hot bath to ease your tense, aching muscles. Instead, you were going to have to settle for a dingy, makeshift shower setup.
The safe house was far from luxurious, but it offered the team enough sanctuary to rest up and scrub the grime of combat off your skin before continuing the op.
The one major drawback of the temporary base was its size. It offered virtually zero privacy, but none of you had ever really cared.
The professional respect and tight-knit bond among the team ran deep. It also helped that the men treated you as one of their own—or, at least, that’s what you had assumed.
As the gruelling team debrief finally wound down, you decided to make your move with impatient haste. Wanting to be the first one in, you grabbed a change of clothes and called out to the room that you were heading to wash up.
The shower cubicle was actually situated just outside the main structure. It didn't offer much in the way of shielding—just a single brick wall. If anyone felt like walking around the corner, they’d get a completely unobstructed, full view of the stall.
Stepping onto the cracked tile floor, you stripped down out of your heavy tactical gear. Since there were no locks or even a proper door, you just threw a loud warning shout out to the yard to let the guys know you were showering.
cw: a little suggestive
bully!gojo taking you shopping.
his parents are practically millionaires, so of course he has to take his favorite girl shopping, right? clothes, books, perfumes, jewellery, anything you want.
however, it is under one teensy weensy condition.
"c'mon, just a few things." he says, pulling you into the lingerie store. your face immediately feels warm, surrounded by all the mannequins covered in tassels and sparkles and leather. you hadn't really been to a place like this, instead preferring comfortable, affordable underwear.
gojo, however, appears to be completely in his element.
"hey, how about these?" he says, holding up a pair of lacy red underwear.
"um, sure." you say. the underwear, while beautiful, looks awfully revealing, and it wasn't like you had some perfect summer body like all of gojo's friends.
gojo sees your face and smiles, lifting your chin with his hand.
"don't worry baby, these are just for me, okay?"
you nod and follow him arounds he picks out a few more. he doesn't even seem to notice all the stares from the girls around him, let alone their glares towards you. you just follow him, hoping this will be done with soon.
goj pauses by one table, eyes brightening as he looks down. your eyes follow, landing on a beautiful, snow white nightdress. its lacy and fluffy around the edges, see through with nothing to actually cover whats necessary. from the look in his eye, you know gojo is getting it for you.
he picks one up in your size, smirking at you.
"this one, i wanna see you on you. tonight." he says, holding your hand and walking to the check out.
"b-but shouldn't i try them on first?"
he leans over to whisper in your ear.
"you try any of these on and i won't be able to control myself. better that happen at home, hm?"
yes, yes indeed.
enjin’s the type to call you mommy casually, and he loves doing it bc he knows it makes you flustered and annoyed.
you ask him to do something?
“yes, mommy.”
you call his name?
“Yeah, ‘m right here, mommy.”
you ignore him after he calls you mommy the first time?
“Aww, what’s the matter, mommy, don’t ignore your favorite guy.”
୨୧ — Sukuna leaned against a nearby tree, arms crossed over his chest as he watched his daughter carefully water each plant with the child sized watering can she'd insisted on bringing. At least she was focused on something, giving him a moment of peace.
Raising a kid was exhausting in ways that even running his territory wasn't. At least with his men, fear was a reliable motivator. His daughter, unfortunately, had inherited his utter lack and complete disregard for authority- a combination that was aging him prematurely…
The moment of relative calm shattered when she finished tending her sunflowers, and without warning, bolted toward the playground equipment.
"Oi!" Sukuna called after her, pushing off from the tree with an irritated grunt.
Either she didn't hear him or -more likely- was selectively deaf when it suited her... She scrambled up the ladder to the tallest slide structure with the agility of a monkey, her ponytail bouncing with each movement.
By the time Sukuna reached the playground, his daughter had bypassed the regular slide entirely and was instead perched precariously at the edge of the platform, tiny hands gripping the top of the fireman's pole that led straight down to the ground ten feet below.
"No." The single syllable carried a warning that would have stopped his most hardened criminals in their tracks. His voice was calm, almost bored sounding, but with an unmistakable edge of command.
To his shock -though perhaps it shouldn't have been shocking anymore- her little face scrunched up in defiance, and she shouted back as loud as her little lungs would allow, "NO!!!"
Sukuna's eyes narrowed, his gaze locking with hers in a silent standoff… This was the second warning, and they both knew it. Her little legs dangled over the edge, hands still gripping the pole, poised to slide down a drop that was far too high for someone her size.
"You heard me," he said, voice dropping lower.
"NOOO!!!" came the high pitched response, followed by a pink tongue poking out between her teeth in blatant disrespect.
Sukuna's eyebrow twitched, a muscle in his jaw clenching visibly. Several nearby parents, now actively gathered their children and moved further away.
"You're going to fucking fall," he growled, not bothering to censor his language -not that he ever did-... "Don't. Do. It." Each word was punctuated, deliberate. The final warning.
"MOMMY WAS RIGHT! YOU ARE A MEANIE!!"
Sukuna's vermillion eyes widened. The fuck did this brat just say?
His hands are big…
You’ve seen his hands multiple times, they’re so big.
When he touches you, you can’t help but feel your heart race. He’ll giggle when he notices and keeps playfully teasing. But when he’s playing with your pussy he’s gentle. And when he’s rubbing your clit he’ll make you cry.
He likes to hold your skin back while making you cry. He’ll have you trembling for hours sobbing in his arms. If you’ve never had an orgasm he’ll make you comfortable and take it slow, he’ll softly help you use your words when you want something. And if you want his hands rubbing on you..
“Mmh! Socloseee!” You cry out. Your laying on your back in his bed with your ankles and wrists tied together in the air. He’s sitting in front of you and leaning on top of you, between your legs. “Mmmh…I know you are baby.” He says, with his thumb rubbing your clit harshly. “Ah-aaaahhh!” You cry harder. He speeds up his pace a little. “Let it all out.” His voice so gentle. You roll your eyes in the back of your head and squirt all over his hand and cry. “There it is..” he looks down at your wet cunt. “All that wet stuff dripping all because of me?” He looks back up at you through his lustrous eyes. You only tear up more. “Poor baby so shy.” He’s so mean. He puts his fingers inside your cunt and starts fingering you, your hole making macaroni like sounds.
“Such a cute thing..”
“Mmmh!! N-no more!” You didn’t want him to stop. This is too good.
“Oh you’re going to be so used tonight.”
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A bitch in heat
MDNI/18+ only, nipple sucking Roommate!Gojo x fem!reader
The heat is getting to you—it has been getting to you, but just yesterday you had AC to survive this horrible, horrible weather. Now that fuckass thing is broken and you have to sit here in the heat, sweating your ass off.
You’ve already put your hair up and away from your neck, a cold bottle of water being currently pressed against your skin, helping you cool down slightly.
It doesn’t work, though. Sure, it’s a nice respite, for two second, before another wave of absolute heat makes you sweat even more. Groaning, you close your eyes.
Satoru walks into the living room, where he sees you sit. A bottle of water awkwardly held against your overheating skin, little droplets of water and sweat beading down your neck. Not just your neck, but your entire body is covered in a sheen of sweat, glistening in low light.
A droplet of sweat beads down from your chin all the way to the valley of your breast, disappearing where he can’t see.
Fuck. Of course you would wear minimal clothing with this heat—just a small tank top, which has your tits almost spill over, and the shortest shorts known to mankind—but it just overheats him more.
Pushing his white locks from his forehead, he walks over to where the AC isn’t blasting.
“Please tell me you can fix it,” you groan from the couch, opening an eye to see your roommate look at the AC with a frown on his face. Sweat is beading down his temple as he stretches, giving the thing a quick tap—as if that would do anything.
There’s a faint reply from him, but you aren’t even listening anymore. While he’s trying to work on the AC—arms outstretched, muscles flexing, more sweat dripping sinfully down his body—his shirt has ridden up just enough for you to see that V-line and a portion of his abs.
Licking your lips, you let your eyes linger for a second longer, giving him some hums in reply to what he’s saying.
Sure, you’ve seen Gojo walk around without a shirt many times, but that doesn’t mean you get tired of the sight. It’s not like you normally get to have a good look. If your eyes so much as wandered down his chest, he would give you a small smirk, subtly flexing his abs, before you turned around with a scoff.
He’s hot, so what? And now he also has it hot, sweat dampening his shirt, clinging to the outline of his body. Maybe he should just take it off. To battle the heat, of course, nothing else!
Your mouth is getting parched by now. And just in time, too, because Gojo turns around with a pout on his face, lower lip jutted out dramatically. “Can’t get it to work.”
“That’s because you can’t get anything to work,” you grumble before taking a sip of your cold water that has warmed up by your skin slightly. Still, the cool water slides down your throat, a little bit spilling from the corner of your mouth, trailing down your neck, leaving behind a wet trail of goosebumps.
Suddenly, Gojo leans into your personal space. The heat of his body is unbearable right now, but you can’t lean away any further, the couch behind you preventing it from happening.
Before you can even say anything, his tongue darts out of his mouth and onto your neck. He licks a broad stripe up your neck where the water trailed down—no doubt tasting all the salty sweat as well—and even onto your chin, before he leans back slightly with a small smile on his face.
“What the fuck, Gojo?! Why would you do that??” you grumble, swiping your hand over your neck which is all wet with saliva now. It’s honestly not a nice feeling, especially with this heat, and it makes you all the more cranky.
“What? I’m sweating too, and we can’t let any of the cool water go to waste!” he easily replies, still leaning in way too close. There’s a hint of amusement visible in his eyes as he looks at your bottle of water before his eyes trail down your neck again, licking his lips when they trail even lower, having a perfect view of your boobs now.
“Just because we’re in a heatwave doesn’t mean we don’t have any cool water. Wasting one drop of it wouldn’t mean we’d die. There’s plenty more in the fridge, so get your lanky ass up and get yourself some.” You end the sentence with bringing the bottle up to your lips again.
Wrong choice.
One of Gojo’s large hands wraps itself around yours, and squeezes. The water that was supposed to go into your mouth is now everywhere—your face, neck, chest, legs and onto the couch.
“Oops. Sorry, it just looked like you were feeling a bit hot, so I was trying to help you cool down—” his words trail off when he looks down. Your tank is now clinging to your body, nipples hard because of the cold liquid seeping into the fabric. And what a fucking sight it is. “But my mom always said I should clean up my own mess.”
His lips descend onto your chest, slurping some of the water that’s still on the hollow of your throat. Gasping out, one of your hands find the back of his head, fingers tangling in his white locks that are absolutely soaked with sweat.
He peppers some kisses onto your skin, tongue occasionally flicking against your skin as he looks up at you with those bright blue eyes of his.
Biting down onto your lower lip, you look down at your roommate now situated between your legs as he absolutely laps you up. You wouldn’t have guessed this actually happen in even your wildest dreams. Sure there have been some where he was in, but even your mind kept cock-blocking you.
Hovering just before your your nipple, he looks up for permission. Giving him a small nod, he surges forward, lips wrapping around the hardened peak through the fabric, absolutely sucking and biting on it.
Moaning, you arch your back for him, hand pushing him further into your chest. His tongue circles around the bud a few times before he sucks again, a wet slurp of which you have no doubt also makes his entire fill with water and sweat, that was seeped into your top.
Your other hand tightens around the bottle of water. The crinkling of it has you snap your eyes to it, and a small smirk immediately stretches your lips.
There’s still a bit of water left in the thing, and without thinking too much about it, you pour the remained down Gojo’s back. The liquid drenching his shirt, the white fabric becoming transparent, clinging to his back muscles.
He gasps as he jolts slightly. Detaching his lips from your chest, he looks at you with wide eyes. “Oops.” you do not sound sorry for even a little bit. “Maybe you should take that off.”
Huffing a laugh through his nose, he shakes his head a little, but easily complies. His hands find the hem of his shirt, and he slowly takes it off. Taking his time with it, you let your eyes wander once more—his abs now fully uncovered, strong biceps flexing as he pulls the shirt over his head, and of course his back rippling with the motion.
Tossing the shirt somewhere into the living room, he notes the way your eyes wander. Smirking he slowly leans forward again, lips trailing wet kisses all the way from your pretty tits all the way to your cheek.
Just as his lips hover centimeters from yours— BZZZTTT. The intercom rings through the apartment, making the two of you look over to the tiny box hanging near the door. “I’m here to fix the AC.”
Well, shit.
©Satorusdreamer do not copy, steal, plagiarize, or feed my works into AI. I will send Mahito after you if you do
A/N: This heatwave is making me an absolute bitch rn. I feel like I'm in that one Victorious episode (minus the sparse water supply)
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suguru is so mean :(
mdni
This man is so fucking irritating in the best way possible.
He loves taunting you when you’re crying under him as his veiny, warm, bulging cock slides inside your little wet, creamy pussy. When you tell him to have some sort of mercy on your already well-fucked cunt, he just mimics your plead and challenge you to do something about it. Knowing you can’t.
“Ohhh!”
He copied your moan again in your ear, grinning smugly. He knows exactly what he’s doing when he’s fucking you like this—his cock is just so huge. You want him to stop teasing you. He’s been doing this for several hours and it’s making you sad. You don’t like this game anymore. “Stop d-doing that!” You sniffled and swallowed. He hums teasing. “Mmmh..” he pretends to think about it and deadpans his voice. “No.”
“Wha?” You look at him with puppy eyes at his answer. He has you in a locked full Nelson, his undeniable strength is keeping you in place. He repeats after you in your whiny tone and exaggerates it. “Wha?” You see his grin grow. Before you can respond he purposely speeds up inside you. You squeal and moan. “H-heyyy!” Now he’s ignoring you and fucks your pussy like a sex toy. “Do something about it. Crybaby.” He says. You click your teeth in irritation and sadness.
You can’t do anything about it.
“Sh-shut the fuck up!” He’s hitting all your nerves.
“No.” He simply denies.
His hips go faster into you and you’re on the edge of sobbing. “Stop it!” You cry, voice raw. “Mh-mhh..” he says teasingly. He knows you hate it when he’s teasing you during sex. Because then it just turns into him just being a meanie to you and your pussy. “Stop ittt!” He mocks you again. He bounces you on his cock and you sob harder, he has to and will make sure you feel it until your wailing. “Just a little crybaby, hm?” You want to just cry. It’s so embarrassing and humiliating. It’s true though, you do cry a lot when you’re overstimulated. So now he’s just pointing it out. You try to defend yourself but then he’ll just go faster and further prove his point when more sobs come from you.
“I hate YOUUUUUHHH!!”
“Oh please, cry me a river. Crybaby.”
And he makes you take it—you scream and squeal until all you can do is cry pathetic sobs as he fucks your pussy into a sickening orgasm. And then he makes you take more because your cries are so cute.
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eargasms — s.gojo
satoru was not a virgin far from it.
he has had many experiences since he turned 18 and he’s now in his late twenties. safe to say he knew every kink, tried all types of weird shit and was a masterful makeout partner. (if he said so himself!)
but here you are perched up nicely, straddling his lap, your hands pulling desperately at the little hairs that gained length from his overgrown undercut.
his large hands palming your ass as you grinded down on him slowly, your mouth moving in sync with his, your faces twisting constantly and your tongue fighting for dominance so hard you smeared a bit of drool on the side of his mouth.
well not like he cared.
he was used to this, used to your rough bites, soft whimpers and tough grip as his mouth worked on you.
so when you trailed off from his lips, your light kisses going down his jaw, turning to bites in between on his neck. he didn’t think much of it, baring the long column to you with a huff like feeding a vampire its next meal.
his hands never stopping their flexing on your thighs, your ass anywhere he could reach as you huffed and sucked on him possessively.
his cock strained hard against his shorts, waiting to get ruined as he nudged you over and over again, getting lost on the sauce even didn’t notice that your kisses started trailing back up again.
until he felt it.
the soft tug of your teeth at the bottom of his earlobe before you pressed a chaste kiss on the spot. mouthing up the column of his now reddening ear, pulling his helix before you pulled back just enough to trace the outside of his ear with your tongue.
you followed the shape, your teeth coming out and grazing on his shell just as you licked the slight dip at the inside feeling him clutch at your body and fucking shiver.
he knew he was done for when he felt your hands repeatedly push his face away as it drifted towards your own and he couldn’t slow down his heaving chest or the soft pants that escaped.
now here he was ear wet, hot and pulsing, it didn’t make it much better he could hear your soft pleasurable sighs before your hands came up and you whimpered almost pathetically in between your mouthing as you left one last lick on his ear before you moved back to his jaw, “mm…satoru.”
he couldn’t even tell you what happened next, your mouth finding his own as he let out the most desperate moan he’s ever heard from himself before you pulled away from him with a pop.
“you just came untouched?”
after that fucking kiss of course he did.
yorikae
** check if their ears are clean b4 doing this btw
sukuna begs for forgiveness after hurting you ♡
part of my trueform!sukuna x his favourite chubby concubine series. more here
contains themes of violence.
you hadn’t planned for your conversation to go this way.
all you wanted was to tell sukuna how you feel, to communicate. you should’ve known better — you shouldn’t have expected more of him.
you stand in his chambers, staring up at him with glassy eyes, filled with hurt and regret. "you still refuse," you say, voice tight with frustration.
"after everything, after all the nights i have spent in your bed, after every time you’ve called me yours… you won’t make me your wife. why."
he glares down at you with all four eyes, narrowing them, two of his arms crossing over his broad chest. “wife?” he responds, letting out a low, cruel chuckle. “do i not give you enough already, woman?"
your throat tightens as he steps closer.
“perhaps you’re more foolish than i thought," he adds, a twinge of guilt in his voice — just enough for you to notice.
“it’s not enough anymore," you snap, voice cracking, a tear running down your face. "if i truly mattered to you, you’d claim me properly."
your heart twists tightly in your chest, like he’d just sunk his claws in and ripped it straight out. you thought maybe at this point, he’d soften slightly like he usually does — but no. he stands there, jaw clenched, expression darkening.
"you dare to question me?" he hisses, one hand darting out to grip your wrist tightly. his grip was more punishing than he’d intended, sukuna often forgot his own strength, how weak the human race is in comparison to him.
you gasp sharply, attempting to pull your wrist away, only forcing his grip tighter. he crowds you against the wall of his chamber, "i do not take demands, brat. you have forgotten your place. perhaps i should put you back in it like i do to the rest of them."
for a moment, you just stare at him. hurt, angry, wincing from his iron grip.
that’s when he notices.
he immediately loosens his grip, looking down at his own hand like it had offended him — for once, ashamed of his own strength. ashamed that he’d hurt the only woman he’s ever truly cared for.
you take your opportunity to flee, tears streaming down your face as you run back to your private chambers. sukuna’s voice booms after you, but falls on deaf ears. you had nothing left to say, too many tears to cry in solitude.
the next morning, everything was quiet. you perched by your window, overlooking the gardens, clutching your severely bruised wrist.
it doesn’t take long before sukuna enters, your heavy doors swinging open a tad more gentle than usual. you didn’t rise and greet him as you usually would, or smile sweetly, in fact, you didn’t look at him at all.
he approaches slowly — almost cautiously. he stops in front of you, gaze immediately dropping to your wrist. the bruise was ugly, deep purple fingerprints marking your skin.
sukuna had never felt guilt before. not like this. it was raw, uncomfortable — and to make it worse, he could barely find the right words to say to you in this moment.
then, the unthinkable happened.
he drops to his knees in front of you, taking your hand in both of his. this action alone was greater than an apology. the king of curses kneeling before you, silently asking for forgiveness.
"i did not intend to hurt you," he says, voice low and rough, almost strained. you turn to look at him, slowly, eyes red and bloodshot from crying.
"…say something, woman. do not make me beg," he adds, brushing his thumb over your bruise as softly as he knows how. "stay with me, do not run from me again."
you swallow, flinching as he moves closer, burying his face in your lap. the way you flinched, the way you moved away, had him clenching his fists.
you were the only one who never feared him. and now, he may have just lost you forever.
the room falls silent again, save for the sound of your uneven breaths. you look down at sukuna, one hand reaching out to softly caress his hair.
your gentle act makes his body shiver, two hands now resting on your soft thighs, clutching your robes — silently begging for you to say something, anything.
to his surprise, you do.
"i forgive you," you say quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. your fingers thread through his pink strands, soothing him as if he was the one who was hurt.
he remains there for a moment before standing slowly, opening one of his hands to reveal a beautiful flower from the garden — your favourite, a tsubaki.
he slides the stem into your hair, watching you smile sweetly. cherishing every soft gesture due to their rarity.
you tilt your head upwards, gesturing for him to kiss you, not quite able to reach his lips. sukuna leans down, pressing a careful, soft kiss to your lips, much different from the possessive, rough kisses you’re often used to from him.
he truly had your heart. and you had his, despite the fact he’d never admit it.
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