This is NOT based on me bcuz Iâm actually very smart and intelligent and smart
Tags: fem!reader, reader is kinda dumb but useful, reader just makes a lot of mistakes on missions, Tomuraâs such a good leader đť, smut, raw sex, dumbification, cryingggg, mix of condescending and real praise, reader calls him âbossâ a lot, kinda short, got lazy at the end
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âI-I didnât mean to, Bossâ Ngh!â
âHahâŚI know.â
God knows how many times Tomuraâs had to deal with your fuck-ups. Itâs always something with you- a loose wire you trip over, a slippery spot on a staircase, a missed shot, an overpowered enemy that targets you, a security alarm you hit, somehow ending up in the middle of someone elseâs fight and messing everyone up.
Itâs always something.
ButâŚyouâre useful, in your own way. Despite your many flaws, Tomura would never throw away someone who believes in the world heâs trying to create. And you getting discouraged and deserting the team is the last thing he needs. So, being the amazing leader that he is, he reassures you in the best way he knows how.
âMmâŚLook at my smart girlâŚâ
Of all the times you could ever be described as âsmartâ, right now is not one of those times. Tomuraâs had you spread out on his cock for what must be hours at this point, making you cum over and over again until your head feels as empty as it seems to be sometimes.
He pumps into you slow now, your nipples and neck wet from his mouth, his calloused thumb almost petting over your clit, your legs thrown over his shoulders, and a lewd grin on his face as he looms over your trembling body. His free hand cups one of your cheeks, smearing away the fat tears that escape your eyes.
ââM s-sorryâ mm!- B-Bossâ.â You stammer out, so genuinely apologetic it almost tugs on his heartstrings.
Tomura gives you a heavy grind of his hips, swabbing his leaking tip right over your cervix with a roll of your clit under his thumb. A shaky moan leaves your lips, and he revels in the way your dewey eyes roll back.
âI know you areâŚâ He grumbles out, eyes boring into the pathetic look on your face even as he coos at you. âBut itâs not your fault, is it?â
WellâŚit was, actually. Because your quirk wouldnât have been very helpful on the mission earlier tonight, heâd tasked you with being on lookout. Easy enough, right? For anyone else, yeah, it wouldâve been. But you got distracted by a fucking lost cat while some enemies snuck inside, and you didnât call it in because you didnât even know. Everything turned out alright in the end, butâŚeveryone had some very harsh words for you.
Bottom lip trembling even more, you begin to try and string together enough words to explain coherently that it is your faultâŚbut Tomura interrupts before you can even start with another rough grind of his hips. You whimper and cry under him, your hands scrabbling at his shoulders and chest.
âNoâŚItâs e-everyone else, isnât it?â He coos lowly, keeping you shut up as he drags his tip over your cervix over and over again. âThey wereâ nghâ mean to you, werenât they?â
More tears dribble down your cheeks, your muddled brain recalling all the insults from the others you endure after every mistake. Itâs not like you can blame them, really, but you still nod dumbly at his questions.
Tomura only grins wider, chuckling lowly as you go along with everything he says. Dumber than usualâŚ
Grabbing your jaw instead of caressing your cheek, he turns your head a little and leans down eeeeven closer, spreading you even wider. His voice is a low rumble in your ear as he starts thrusting into you slowly, listening to you whine as your sensitive pussy clenches and squelches around his cock.
âCallinâ you stupidâŚuselessâŚah-.â He recalls, knowing itâll only make you cry more. âThey think y-youâre just- mm- a waste of space, d-donât they?â
Completely distracted by the rub of his cock sliding in and out of your sopping pussy, you only halfway comprehend his wordsâŚand it still works. You nod and sniffle and whimper, teary eyes peering up at him through wet eyelashes. It makes his cock throb inside you, the stupid fucking look on your face right now. Seriously, he wonders if thereâs anything in that pretty head of yours right now.
âBut I donât think so.â Tomura purrs, savoring the way you shiver, your breath catching on a whimper as you look up at him with such pitiful vulnerability.
âAh!âŚY-you donât-?â You question softly, your voice all trembling and slightly slurred with pleasure and tears.
Shaking his head, he fucks into you smoothly now, using your past orgasms as lube to work himself just a bit faster, aiming to keep you nice and stupid on his cock. âHahâŚWhy would I k-keep around someone- ngh- who I think isnât helpful, h-huh?â
Struggling to understand his words while he fucks you on his cock, you moan and cry and stare up at him with those big, desperate eyes he loves so much. âNgh- ah!-âŚB-Boss-!â
âThatâs right-.â Tomura nearly growls, pumping into you harder until heâs almost ramming into you again. âNgh-âŚYour Boss is k-keepinâ you around- ah-âŚT-too damn good to lose- mm- No matter what t-those idiots say-.â
Loud whimpers and moans spill from your lips now, shaky as he slams into the same sensitive spots heâs been hitting all night. Tomura snickers, but it turns into more of a groan as you squeeze around him. This is the exact moment he always winsâ when you stop being able to focus on what happened, and start focusing your entire being on the feeling of his cock inside you. Letting go of your jaw, he watches your head bounce and loll with his thrusts, your face radiating only pleasure now as those nasty memories fade from your mind.
Grinning mockingly, Tomura coos at you again, already getting closer and closer to stuffing your stupid little pussy with his cum as a reward.
people are going to annoy you and thatâs not a reason to burn bridges or blow up relationships
some people will even annoy you often! some people arenât good at social cues and will therefore be frequently annoying! still not a reason to blow everything up!
synopsis: you never asked to trade sleeping in your bed for sleeping on a cold cot in a spaceship. never imagined you'd become an alien's favorite species to study - or his favorite to fuck either. he might not want to cage you like the rest of them, but then again, keeping you captive wouldn't be so bad, would it? for science, of course.
pairing: alien!gojo x f!reader
content: mdni. smut. porn with plot. slight dubcon. yandere!alien gojo, abduction, probing, examination kink, being strapped down to a table, lube, everyone loves true form sukuna but have we considered gojo with four arms and two dicks?, dumbification, gojo is basically an alien with a porn addiction and a human fetish but he's got cute antennas too, yearning, he's OBSESSED, nipple sucking, fingering, double stuffed, penetration in both holes, unprotected anal and piv sex, creampies
Gojo wanted you the second he saw you.
Technically, he shouldn't have even been in the lab. Technically, he wasn't even a researcher. Technically, he had stolen the security card once he saw that they abducted someone new to conduct their standard blood tests on.
Humans were a hot commodity.
A resource to utilize, something to use like, ah, how did they say it? Lab rats? Something less sentient, more animalistic. A lesser version of them, but with biology similar enough to study.
His kind had never cared about human history. Couldn't be bothered to learn about their culture. Flat-out disregarded the notion an inferior species like that could even really have any.
Satoru simply disagreed.
They didn't care to hear him out either. Kept up the archaic practices under the bland excuse of conducting studies for boring stuff like medicine and science.
It was supposed to be cut and dry. Abduct. Drug. Test. Drop back off.
Humans never noticed.
Waking up the morning after back in their own bed, completely clueless, chalking any memories up to nothing more than a weird dream and moving on with their little lives.
But Gojo had been fascinated by the funny creatures for as long as he could remember. Collected trinkets and snuck their stuff back to his room when they were brought on board. Managed to sneak in and ask a few about what Earth was like while they were still dazed.
He'd only been on the planet once. It was meant to be a brief expedition, to stake out some potential subjects before returning to their spaceship, but he couldn't help himself.
That was where he obtained his prized possession.
Something you humans called porn.
He had permanently borrowed an odd-looking rectangle, purely because it was shiny and fit underneath his shirt when he got beamed back up, using their far more advanced technology to sift through the files to find something that failed to satiate his curiosity. Instead, it sparked an entirely new kind, staring rapt at the screen in his room as video after video of humans mating played out in positions he hadn't thought possible.
Using different holes and sticking body parts in places he was pretty sure they weren't supposed to be, panting and moaning and sweating on camera while they came. And they seemed to do that a lot.
Gojo studied their creativity. Their commitment to pleasure - the rituals they'd perform, the exchange of sex as a form of currency, the fabled pizza guy and the females proclivity to get stuck in dryers.
He even stitched together his own lingerie, even if his fingers ends up bloody by the end of it.
Sex up on the spaceship was boring. Solely for procreation purposes. He'd been rejecting potential mates for years, people who just wanted his position as the future heir to their conglomeration for power.
And yeah, maybe they weren't so civilized, but he was starting to think humans had something right.
After all, their genitalia was sorta like theirs. They could be having this much fun too!
If everyone wasn't so stuffy about everything and insisted on following 'protocols' all the time.
But they'd see just how right he was soon - especially now that he had a test subject of his own.
This was not a nightmare.
You thought it was, at first. Convinced this had to be a strange dream, something your brain concocted after a couple bad horror movies.
Strapped down to a table? Without a single fucking memory of how you got there?
What else could it be?
But you could feel the cool air brushing over your peaked nipples, touch the smooth surface under your palms, blink and squint at the too-bright lights lining the spherical ceiling. Legs held up, fastened in stirrups.
Still, your first conclusion wasn't extraterrestrial. No, you were sure you'd been abducted by some serial killer, kidnapped and taken back to a makeshift dungeon designed to drive you crazy.
Straining against cool metal, squirming and splayed out like a science experiment for anyone to see.
"Hello?" You called out, only getting the faint echo of your own voice back to keep you company.
No one answered. But you couldn't crane your neck to check and see if you were being ignored.
You felt like you were being watched.
Small bumps trailing over your skin when you shivered, an annoying little itch grating at your nerves and insisting you weren't alone.
Still, you wouldn't have guessed what - or technically, who - was with you.
Not until the footsteps.
They were wrong. The pace was just off, some imperceptible thing making your heart race that you couldn't quite place. Were they too close together? Too far apart? Too heavy? They were accompanied by more odd noises, your brain struggling to process it, like listening to a foreign language on the radio, picking apart bits and pieces and trying to make sense out of them.
"Who's there?"
It felt like a cheesy horror movie. You could hear yourself half an octave too high, all pitchy and petrified, but you couldn't control it. Couldn't stop yourself from shivering as you were surrounded by shadows.
Your chest heaved. Your wrists strained. But before you could scream or shout, something sharp pricked your neck, and you were almost instantly paralyzed.
Not fully, but your muscles went from fighting to faintly twitching, but they didn't respond to your brain's demands to move. You could still look around, still could twist and turn your head as much as the collar around your neck allowed.
You were terrified for the worst.
Of being touched, your skin splayed or torn while you could do nothing but stare at the blank walls.
But instead, they just watched.
Something cold grazed against your skin, but it was little more than a faint trail along your leg. A few more pricks in your arm, like they were taking blood samples.
Then they left.
Whatever they were.
The silence was somehow worse. Waiting for them to return. Waiting for some horrible fate to befall you.
Just when you were on the brink of hyperventilating, a few tears pricking at your lash line you couldn't wipe away, you heard them again.
One of the creatures whined, the cold contraptions keeping your thighs spread only pushing them further apart when you tried to move again, muscles still burning through whatever was numbing your body and keeping you mostly frozen from the neck down.
The other one replied in that strange language, and you couldn't comprehend what the fuck they were saying, but it sounded cold. All clinical and curt.
A door shut. And those strange steps came back. These were lighter though, quicker.
A pair of blue eyes were suddenly above yours, bright and intelligent, deep enough to drown in. Unnatural white lashes fluttering, narrowing as he studied your reactions. But it was hard to focus on him when the world felt all foggy, only able to process everything in broken pieces. You tried to recount what was in front of you.
Fading footsteps. Faint beeping. Cold restraints on your wrists. White walls.
And him.
You figured you were really fucked when you had the distant thought some cute guy had to pulling some cruel prank on you. Even though you could only see him from the shoulders up, it almost looked like he was wearing a Halloween costume. His skin practically shimmered, like some strange movie-style special effect, a soft shade that didn't make sense to your addled brain, antennas sticking up in his tousled white hair.
But then something warm brushed against your cheek, moving your hair to the side and sliding something inside your ear, readjusting for a moment.
"Can you understand me now?"
You nodded, as much as you could given the cold collar around your throat keeping your head down on the table.
"Good," he beamed at you, flashing teeth that were mostly human - even if his canines were too sharp for your liking. "I made that myself."
"W-who are you?" You managed to speak, still breathing too fast, trying to glance around again. "Where am I?"
"You can call me Satoru," he earnestly answered, but he paused, blinking as if he hadn't expected you to ask that. "We're on a spaceship."
"Uh-huh," you dryly replied, throat constricting as you tried to consider the chance he was telling the truth and that you weren't on a reality tv show one of your friends signed you up for.
"I'm being serious," he pouted, leaning down to look even closer at you.
His eyes were starry, speckled and swirling, magnetic, pulling you into his heated stare. His breath was cold against your skin, making you shiver and retreat back. But the metal slab you were on was even chillier, stealing all the oxygen from your lungs.
He looked less human up close. All his features were just slightly wrong, the kind of pretty and perfect that people would have to get plastic surgery and pay years worth of their salary to weakly replicate.
But he looked at you like you were the most captivating thing he'd ever seen.
"A-are you going to probe me?" You didn't realize you actually believed him until you heard the question leave your lips.
You were kinda hoping he'd laugh, assuage your fears. But he just tilted his head to the side considerately.
"Would you like me to?" Like he was your fucking gracious host, happy to oblige his guest's whims and wants.
"Um, what?" You stared. He smiled.
"I could use my fingers, or one of those, how do you call them, dil-" He began offering, and your head was spinning at the concept that aliens knew what sex toys were.
"You don't have to," you interrupted before he could finish, and you were pretty sure he was disappointed.
His little antennas drooped, his bottom lip twitching into a down-turned frown.
"Why am I here?" You changed the subject, unable to break eye contact with your new...acquaintance?
Were you about to be alien livestock? Spliced apart? Stuck in this stasis on this freezing slab forever?
"Research," he grinned again, those sharp blue eyes trailing south, his stare dragging over your exposed body. Antennas shooting straight up, subtly twitching with what you were starting to think was arousal.
"Research?" You echoed, holding your breath, heat coiling inside your stomach at his intensity. At how transfixed he was, tracing your outline and mapping it out just with his greedy gaze.
"I'd like to study your pleasure," he murmured, a not-very-subtle emphasis on the last word, his voice low.
Your brain was buzzing. Nerves electrified at the prospect of how your definition of pleasure might differ from his.
But the fear had dissipated, or maybe just coiled into something more dangerous. Desire.
"Can I touch you?" He hesitated, and you had to stop yourself from gawking. Mouth parting as you tried to figure out if he was actually asking for consent in this situation.
"D-do you want to?" You felt like you were just returning his question, a weak attempt to discern his intentions.
Part of you had started to reconsider the possibility you were dreaming before he chuckled, and your pulse pounding in your ears convinced you once again this was real.
Spread open in stirrups in front of your strange alien abductor.
But it wasn't apprehension or anxiety pumping through you anymore. It was anticipation, staring down a cliff and preparing to fling yourself off of it after his mouth curled up in a cute smirk.
"More than anything."
God, he made it sound like foreplay.
You bit your lip, tasted the hint of blood and iron on it, before making what was probably the stupidest decision of your life. You nodded.
His antennas were vibrating when he reached down to press his palm against your cheek, cupping your face. Soft, like a boyfriend would. Humming and exhaling as he smiled. His eyes didn't crinkle, no little lines etched by his lips, tiny details that stood out and made you shiver.
"I'm going to examine you first," he murmured, and you didn't know exactly how his lungs worked, or if he even had any, but it sounded like his breath hitched. His chest straining to hold it in, hold himself together as his hand traced over the cool metal of the collar down to your chest.
He used both hands.
Grabbing both your tits, not exactly groping, but squeezing hard enough to feel your skin and tissue underneath squish and shift, pure delight dancing across his face.
It was the weirdest breast exam you ever had.
Soft fingers, free of callouses, free of prints, danced over your nipples, making small stars over them.
You assumed he didn't know what he was doing. That maybe this was his first time touching a human. Or maybe a woman at all.
But then he pinched, ripping a raw gasp from your throat as you blinked up at him in surprise.
Satoru hadn't stopped though. Only emboldened by the sound he pulled from you, twisting and tweaking just enough to send sparks down your spine, heat simmering inside your stomach, unable to even squirm when he leaned down, deciding that touching wasn't enough.
He wanted a taste of you.
His tongue was rougher than you imagined, dragging over your nipple with even more fervor. You tried to crane your neck, but it didn't offer enough space for you to see his face, just those pretty blue antennas bobbing above the sea of white while he licked and lapped.
Straight-up sucking on your tits, teeth grazing against your sensitive nipples as he continued to knead into your chest.
You wished you had panties on, anything to hide how wet he was making you, thighs damp and unable to even close them to hide how hot you unfortunately found it.
Satoru pulled off with a filthy pop! before turning his attention back to you, pretty pink lips shiny with saliva as he pouted. "How come there's no milk?"
"Milk?" You gaped, the question coming out shaky, still catching your breath as you stared at his piercing blue eyes.
"Am I not doing it right?" He quizzed, running a finger back over your nipple before pinching again, only stoking the flames he'd set.
You hadn't realized how horny you were until you had to put together enough brain cells to form a coherent sentence, stumbling over your thoughts as you tried to get the words out, "T-that only happens when a girl is like, pregnant."
His brows scrunched together, processing this new interesting bit of information.
"I see," he nodded, as if it was now obvious to him. But he still applied more pressure, like he had to double check. As if he was doing some mental calculation to figure out how to induce it.
One of his fingers trailed down, past your mid-riff and over your belly button - although he did pause to press on that too, just to see if it'd do anything. When it didn't, he kept moving south. He walked around the bed, out of your sight again, both hands settling on your splayed-out thighs.
They were bigger than anyone else's you'd ever been with before. Soft and massive, sinking into your pliable muscles, humming with approval as he just stared.
You were self-conscious, trying to get your weakened muscles to shift when you heard a faint clutter. Your brain tried to do the math.
There were two hands on your thighs - so what the fuck was grabbing stuff?
It wasn't until the third hand slipped between your folds, spreading them even further apart so a fourth could spread something slick over it, that you figured out what was happening.
He had four arms.
And he was more than happy to put all of them to use.
You were already stuck. Already exposed. But he seemed intent on exploring every inch of you for himself, taking his time to drag his palms over the expanse of your body while that frustratingly gentle fourth hand slowly rubbed his palm over your entrance. Massaging in what you guessed was lube, although it made your brain feel even fuzzier. Your senses heightened, tuned into some new frequency, each subtle swirl threatening to make you shiver.
"You're pretty," he complimented, and all the warmth in your chest flooded your face, flushed as you strained to keep yourself from squeaking.
Not being able to see him was a special kind of torture. You wanted to see his face. Study what kind of face he was making when he was drawing such delicate patterns over your skin, murmuring at the little blemishes and marks on them with interest.
One of his fingers moved up, poking at your clit with just enough force to make you jolt. Well, as much as you could given how tight the restraints were, and how little your muscles would let you move with whatever his fellow aliens had put in your system.
"How did that feel?" Satoru curiously asked, circling around it, careful not to touch it again, but obviously amused by your reaction.
"G-good," you murmured. Your voice broke though, cracked when a stray thumb suddenly slipped between your slick folds, fresh goosebumps running down your flesh as he dipped in your wet warmth.
One word - and he was pulling his thumb out to push a full finger in.
It was longer than it should've been, thicker. Swirling lazily around, pressing against your walls like he was testing how much it could stretch.
If that was a finger, you didn't know how you'd fit his cock.
"I-I-" You started, struggling to breathe, struggling to think when you felt something else trying to slot in next to the first.
"Mhm?" He drawled, daring you to tell him more, hanging off every little sound he tore out. You might've managed to murmur that you didn't know how much more you could handle, but then you were being speared open, mean fingers digging into your thighs to pin them down against the freezing table.
The next noise he dragged out of you was feral. Some filthy moan, one that echoed off the walls and came from the back of your throat.
It felt like he was trying to stuff his fucking fist in there.
"S'too-" You whined, but you couldn't even finish. Trying to crane up again, desperate to see what he was doing.
"That's only two fingers," he murmured, experimenting out what it'd take to make you split, scissoring with steady strokes, like he was counting the seconds between each one in his head. "You can take it."
Confident, cocky, slowly increasing the pace, fingering you fast, eventually finding that sweet little spot at the back, crooking them cruelly and chuckling at the lewd squelches of your cunt.
"Look at you," he purred, and you didn't think you'd ever heard anyone sound so pleased. "Every part of you is perfect."
"Mm, S'toru," you slurred his name, eyes rolling back, thighs starting to tremble before he pulled his fingers back out, and you heard the distinct sound of him sucking them clean, moaning himself at the taste of you on his tongue.
You felt empty. Hot. Your skin burning, your body begging for him to keep going, all your thoughts drifting incoherently as you tried to drag out some sensibility from the recesses of your mind. But everything was too cloudy, barely clinging onto what was left of your rationality as one of his hands pressed down on your clit, rolling his palm over it, applying just enough pressure to make you croon.
Whining, all pitchy and weak, fingers forming a fist as you squirmed.
"You need more?" He teased, and you were already nodding, hips trying to move to entice him.
When it came down to it, you supposed you were just another animal, devolving down to your most basic instinct when the right stimulation came along. Depraved.
You felt him shuffle before you saw him, heard the creak of the table as his broad body climbed on top of you.
His hands shifting, one on your hip, one grabbing one of your tits, fully groping you now before he reached up with another to brush your hair back.
You were a little scared to think what he might be doing with the fourth one.
But his eyes were on you, and you were lost in them. Immediately sucked into the shimmer of them, even when the blue was almost swallowed by his blown-out pupils.
"Both my cocks are much bigger than the average penis size on your planet," he proudly proclaimed, something thick and wet nudging back between your thighs.
"Both?"
Too late.
The stretch burned. Each ridge practically engraving itself, leaving an imprint inside you as he slowly dragged along your walls. Pushing past the first ring of resistance with a throaty groan of his own, embarrassingly loud, his sharp jaw locked as he forced the last few inches in.
"That's my girl," he moaned, leaning down to kiss you to swallow your squeak, your guts being rearranged before he had even pulled back out to start fucking you properly.
Where the hell had he even learned to talk like that? Know how to make the butterflies in your stomach somersault?
And really, how on Earth (or in orbit) were you somehow nodding along to the idea of being an alien's girl?
"Told ya you can take it," he murmured between breaths, sucking on your bottom lip messily, biting hard enough you were pretty sure it might be bleeding. But you were too far gone to care, mindlessly agreeing in whimpers.
"Mm, mm," you tried to speak, but nothing more would come out, eyes rolling back when you felt a new pressure pushing against your puckered hole.
He paused though, pulling back enough to wink at you, white lashes fluttering as one of his hands let go of you to reach out and fumble for something on the other table you couldn't see. "Almost forgot."
You didn't get a chance to ask what before he was rubbing more of that lube there, shuddering at the almost slimy feeling on your skin.
Apprehensively, you tensed, but then he started fucking you, and you forgot to even breathe.
Only able to take and take and take, when he started stretching your ass out with a finger while he pumped your cunt full. It didn't feel like a normal cock - and not just because of its size. It was almost ribbed.
It didn't hurt, but it was the kind of intense that was impossible to ignore. Grinding deep against your womb, coaxing you into crying his name when his cock rubbed against all those spots he mapped out earlier.
Your mouth was watering, but he kept kissing you, testing how it felt to press his lips against the corner of your mouth, across your cheek, even down your jaw.
And when he started pushing his other cock in?
Your mind melted. Reason dissolving until the only thing left inside you was him.
You had never even done anal before.
But here you were, letting an alien stuff both your holes past the brim, his cocks big enough you could feel the pressure building and building, only separated by the thin wall of your anatomy.
Satoru was toying with your tits again, like stress toys made specially for him, all the overstimulating sensations mixing together and mounting, heightening each other until all you knew was his hands and his mouth and his cocks. Rewired by how good it felt to be played with, how right it felt to be stretched and split open.
You didn't even sound human anymore, Satoru devouring every single one of your devastated whimpers, encouraging more with delicious whispers that left you arching your back as much as you could off the table.
He bottomed both cocks out, and you thought you might die. Pain? Pleasure? Both?
And then he was back to rubbing more of that lube over your clit, thighs trembling and body quivering as he soothed you through it.
"You wanna cum for me, sweetheart?" He purred, and you could've climaxed from the cute smirk curling up on his lips, his perfectly sculpted face and those pretty patterns he was busy pressing against your swollen bud.
He pulled his fingers back right as you were about to crest over it, chuckling when you let out a huff.
"Say my name again."
"Toru, p-please," you were begging. Unable to move your wrists, to tether your fingers in his hair or claw at his shoulders, giving him your best set of puppy dog eyes.
He seemed to already see you as his pet.
"Well," he hummed, thumb returning to rubbing you again. "When you say it like that."
With one mean circle, Satoru dragged you over the edge - and dropped you into the ocean of him. White (and blue) blurred your vision, your body shuddering as you desperately cried his name, his thrusts somehow lazy and rushed, burying both his cocks in you and moaning at how hard you clenched down on them.
"S'fucking tight," he hissed, but he was right there with you, cumming hard and fast inside you too, hot spurts of it coating your insides as he throbbed inside you.
Your skin was still warm when he pulled out, your muscles sore and tense, body exhausted as you blinked up at him.
"That was fun," he grinned. "Ready for round two?"
Gojo couldn't have created a better specimen himself.
You fulfilled his every fantasy - and then some.
The research department found him two hours later, grumbling about getting locked out of the lab just to find the culprit readjusting a homemade vibrator with clinical precision to your clit.
His new favorite subject not quite passed out yet, cumming for the twelfth time, weak whimpers rolling out, a mess between your thighs and covering the clinic table.
You were drunk on him, delirious since orgasm six, nodding along to all his suggestions, pressing kisses to his skin every time he was close enough, not even straining against the cuffs or collar anymore. Just accepting all that he threw at you.
He checked off twenty items from his bucket list so far already - but he still had about a thousand more to go. Tying you up, fucking your mouth, pressing your thighs up to your chest, bending you over on the desk so he could role play as your boss. Walk you around on all fours around the spaceship and show his newest prize.
"This is unacceptable."
Blah blah blah.
He wasn't listening to whatever they were complaining about. All he was thinking about was new ways to explore your body, how much more research he was dying to do.
He hadn't stopped touching you, refusing to budge, your eyes rolled back and pretty little gasps panting from your lips as he turned up the setting on the vibrator.
"You cannot have sexual intercourse with our test subjects," snapped one of the higher-ups, scoffing at him with that annoying little chitter.
Gojo resented that he said subjects.
It wasn't plural. He only wanted you.
"Why not?" He retorted, shrugging his shoulders.
"It's unethical," Suguru chimed in, leaning against the wall, like he wasn't watching your cute disoriented face scrunching up mid-climax.
"You kidnap them without their consent," Gojo pointed out. They didn't get to say no to him. It was his family's funding that supported their expeditions - covered the fuel costs to beam their unsuspecting test subjects up. "At least she consented to this."
One of the directors of the lab grimaced, all of them exchanging looks while Suguru snorted behind them.
What did humans say?
Checkmate.
"Sweetheart."
Someone was nudging you, a weak noise leaving your mouth, a keen whine as you blinked up at the bright lights. Waking up from a wet dream into a weirder reality, squinting up at Satoru's familiar face.
You felt the clamps unlock, thick fingers grazing against your throat before the collar was finally off.
He helped you sit up, your limp body moving like jello, thighs sore, no strength left to stand as you fell into his chest.
"They said I could keep you," he excitedly murmured, cradling you against him. He ruffled your hair, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before nuzzling your nose.
Keep you?
It took a few seconds to set in, your body sluggish as he already started rambling off plans, promising you pretty toys and a soft bed to sleep in, saying that you how cute you'd look all dressed up, how fun life together would be when you got to have sex all the time.
You love being Satoru Gojo's girlfriend, he dotes on you, takes you on dates, spoils you - just one little problem, you are perpetually ovulating around him! Is wanting your nerdy boyfriend's cock in your mouth really such a bad thing? Satoru wants to wait for the perfect moment for your first time, though! He'll totally wait even when you're wearing that slutty lil dress and grinding on him, right?
pairings - nerd! gojo x girlfriend! reader
warnings - cute and silly, oral over panties/boxers, Satoru edging tf outta us -- reader is horny, Shoko/Hime, Sukuna being a fratboy dick, jealous Toru, rough blow jobs, p in v sex, first time, squirting, teasing, fingering, creampie, consent, breed kink, making your nerdy boyfriend feral and spit in your mouth <3
art creds here!!
this was a comm for my angel @cantarcantar!! ty for understanding that my life was like INSANE - ilysm for being patient <3 wc - 10.1k
It took you almost two years of crushing on Satoru Gojo to actually become his girlfriend, and youâre loving every minute of it. From being too damn shy to admit you like him, to very awkwardly trying to confess and every chance just utterly failing â to then instead becoming the very best of friends.
You two were finally âofficially togetherâ as a couple.
Oh, and it was everything, being in his arms, swallowed up by those huge biceps he had hidden underneath his starch white dress shirts. Hearing that little laugh from his lips, all of those sweet little kisses he bestowed upon you â truly, all the feelings blossoming between the two of you in the most beautiful way, especially over the months of truly being his girlfriend.
Heâd take you out for all day movie marathons, going to play bumper cars, mini golf, you name it â Satoru was down for it. Every date was a meticulously planned out one too, with little to no down time aside from the drive to and from. Perhaps thatâs where you would sneak just the littlest pecks on his neck, hear his sighs as he gripped the gear shift of that fancy sports car.
Satoru adored you â and you adored him.
You were all his. There was no one else in the entire world than the boy who could never quite tie that tie on correctly, always just a little crooked for you to straighten out.
Yet with that came you being unreasonably horny all the fucking time, who wouldnât be with Satoru though? Those long fingers pressing into your waist, the way that bulge pressed between your thighs, plump lips slipping up your throat. Every time it even got just a little close, maybe you were grinding so good that you were about to cum from that â he paused it.
Wearing a cute, bashful little smile on his face, fogged up, thick rimmed glasses â murmuring sweetheart in a voice thatâs designed to make your pussy drip, and you feel like a complete pervert for wanting to beg for more. God, imagining his cock in your throat alone had you desperate and needy, let alone having him filling you, pumping you full, taking you first.
Maybe you are a pervert, truly.
Youâve tried so hard to be patient, you want him to want it as badly as you do, but every time youâre making out with your boyfriend â the top of the deanâs list and ultimate dungeon master for DnD â Satoru Gojo?
Every time his big ass hands grip your waist and he drags you down against his length, before he puts a pause on it?
You canât even think about it.
Youâre pumping your fingers in your needy cunt just thinking about it after every damn date with this boy. Whining out in your bed with your hips bucking up, gasps escaping your lips desperately in your empty room. Pumping faster and faster until youâve got that sticky release all over your hand.
Itâs almost as if you have this sort of ritual now, before you see your boyfriend and right after/.
Your rose toy is probably fucking tired of you.
As if you donât you ache so damn bad around him itâs painful, hard not to shamelessly hump his thigh till you cum. No, the toy? This takes the edge off just a bit, but even the way you moan his name in your sleep is endlessly hilarious to your poor roommates that have to hear you between the walls of your off campus apartment.
âStill a virgin?â Utahime asked with a laugh when you had woken up this morning, getting ready to see Satoru.
âNot by choice,â you grumble, shaking your head and grabbing a coffee pod from the little rack, popping your favorite inside and pressing the on button. The aroma hits immediately, waking your tired brain.
Youâd had the filthiest damn dream of him fucking your tits, cock sliding up and down in messy strokes that had you needing a damn shower right now.
Youâre just perpetually ovulating.
Satoru is the perfect boyfriend, truly he is. Heâs sweet, heâs a gentleman despite his blue eyes and where they glance too long. Mostly, he cares. Youâve fallen so in love with him so quickly over these past few months, but every time you think that things might progress, Satoru stops it. Gently lifting you up off his lap and sighing, kissing his way up your jaw, his snowy lashes tickling your cheek.
âSweetheart, letâs pause this,â he would murmur those words all sweet and sultry against your skin after almost sucking on those nipples that just stay hard around this man, instead hovering a breath away so it ghosts your tits. Those huge hands brushing just underneath them.
Itâs torture, really.
âOh, okay Toru,â youâd whisper back, heâd moan and kiss up your neck, breaths tickling your skin. âMnhâŚâ
âYouâre so beautiful, god look at you.â
It was just wrong to talk to you like that!
âYou poor baby. At least you have your toy collection,â Shoko teases, sneaking in and brushing your hair back. âExtensive, too.â
You flip her off, peeking at the phone then and seeing Satoru's name pop up.
Study session?
âDick session?â She asks, you gasp, as if affronted at such a suggestion.
âI would never assume such a thing!â
You hope so.
*****
Itâs not.
No, itâs not a dick session at all.
It really is an actual goddamn study session â both of you were sitting there in Satoruâs living room, his place was far fancier than anywhere, but that came from him being the Deanâs very son. It intimidated you a little at first, but now youâve grown comfortable, as he made you feel so special.
Today though?
Well, you canât focus on anything but how badly youâd love to kneel and suck your nerdy boyfriend, his thighs spread wide all slutty.
God his legs are long.
You bet his cock is-
âAnd this equation?â Satoru teasingly asks you, distracting you from your slutty freaking brain.
You're not even sure what stumbles out of your mouth for an answer, without saying how thick you think the circumference of his cock must be.
That is something youâve done with your past experiences, and you know youâre good at it. You could easily deep throat a man and you wanted to see his cock so damn bad â could he be a challenge, though?
Your eyes drift down his chest, he peeks at you curiously.
âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart?â He asks casually, spinning his pen between his fingers and studying you. âHard question?â
âUm⌠yeah, a very hard timeâŚâ
Stop that! Stop looking at his dick print!
âThe question is hard?â
âUh⌠the question⌠yes.â You feel like a damn pervert every time youâre around him, canât you chill and let things happen when they happen?
He sighs and stands up, stretching his arms up over his head, his abdomen revealed when his dress shirt rides up, showing those little v cuts that make your ovulating brain just a million times worse. Itâs like youâre in heat. It's so pathetic right now â maybe you should avoid him till it stops.
âLetâs take a break then.â
âYeah?â
He chuckles at how eager you are at the thought and comes up to you, leaning down with a hand on each arm of your chair, tilting his head so some of that soft white hair falls over his forehead. You brush a bit of it back and he kisses your palm, lips warm and sweet.
âYouâve been such a good girl, how can I not treat you a bit?â Your heart hammers in your chest, until those next words spill from his lips. âBoba?â
âWhat? Huh?â You blink as he eases back, pulling up his phone and leaning against the desk. âBoba??â
âYeah, Boba, Iâll buy you some, I know you love it,â he smiles curiously as you bury your face in your hands. âNo Boba? Matcha then?â
âIâm umâŚâ About to cum if he touches you once even. âNo, I guess Boba is fine. Thanks Toru.â you manage to say, thighs pressing together, Satoru frowns, kneeling now and gently taking your hands off your face, seeing your blush.
âAre you sick!? Youâre all flushed!â
âIâm not-â
âYouâre burning,â he touches your cheek in concern, and you almost fucking feel bad â youâre not sick, youâre ovulating. âBaby girl, letâs get you to a doctor right now!"
âNo, no I feel fine, Iâm not warm because of that,â you shift in your seat and whine out at just that friction. âPromise.â
He frowns and watches you carefully. âYouâre hurting, it could be the start of something!â
âWell yeah I hurt,â you sigh as he spreads your thighs and kneels between them, shoving at him. âYouâll make it even worse down there.â
âIâll make what worse, exactly? YourâŚâ He trails off then, seeing your panties and blushing himself, pink dancing across his high cheekbones and dusting them in that rose. âY-your⌠your panties are so⌠uh⌠s-soaked andâŚâ
You should freak out at this proximity, at just how much he can finally see of you, but all you can do is whine again, as his eyes shoot back up to yours. âIâm okay, promise.â
âAm I neglecting my pretty girlfriend?â He asks softly, just a little nervous. Satoru has never touched anyone but you, but heâs extensively studied the female anatomy, and how to make you cum.
He just wanted your first time to be perfect.
Thatâs why he was waiting â the last thing he needed was for you to not enjoy your first time, though he knows youâre a little more experienced than he is â Satoruâs hardly kissed anyone before you. Not because he couldnât â he just had no interest in that sort of thing until he met you â and even then, he really couldnât find the damn courage to ask you out forever.
âNo Iâm being a damn pervert,â you cover your face and he chuckles at that.
âYouâre being a what, now?â
You sink into the seat, mumbling. âYou heard me.â
Heâd been your best friend for so long, thinking there was no chance in the world â always jerking his cock with any article of clothing youâd leave in his room, like a filthy depraved pervert â and you think you were one perverted here?
Does him wanting the timing to be just right making you think that?
Satoru exhales softly, just a hint of what he wants to say slipping from his plump lips.
âWhat, do you touch your little pussy thinking of me?â
His voice has you lowering your hands, he spreads those thighs and slides up your skirt, making you moan out, head falling back, your hands gripping the arms of the chair even tighter.
âWha-?â You canât even finish your damn word.
âAsked you a question, baby.â
âGod,â heâs diabolical without knowing â or maybe he does know. Youâre trembling as you lean back, letting his thumb brush on your clit and gasping at the touch, already getting slick from a brush on your skin. âWhat question?â
âNot paying attention, tsk,â he clicks his tongue and his teeth nip your inner thigh, sinking in and making you whine out. âDo you touch her?â
âY-yes,â he hums a bit, tugging your panties up until your lips are visible, that dark spot growing as slick starts pouring. âPleaseâŚâ
âBe patient, baby,â he leans back now, smirking at you. âShow me?â
âAre you sure youâŚâ
âPlease? I wanna see so bad,â you blush now, you masturbate sure â but not in front of people! âIâll show you?â
âShow me you um⌠jerking off?â
âYeah, I mean⌠yeah?â You sigh a bit.
âToruâŚâ
âMmm?â
âWhy donât I um⌠suck you?â He is bright red now, heâs almost busting just thinking of your mouth â that wonât do. His first blow job and he busts in one go!? No, Satoru has to jerk it three times before he gets the privilege of fucking your pretty little mouth, of feeling your pink tongue on him.
âNot yet.â
âNot yet? But youâre so hard,â you giggle and tease him with your foot nudging his thigh, he glares and catches it, shoving it wide. âNot yet, then. So you just wanna see me touch myself?â
âGod yes, dreamed of that sinceâŚâ He trails off then, he doesnât want to admit just how long heâs jerked off to you, because it was before you even knew who Satoru Gojo was. âLemme see.â
âOkayâŚâ you lean back, running your fingertips over your panties, slipping underneath and leaning your head back, eyes fluttering shut, hearing Satoruâs soft little whine. âToruâŚâ
âFuck,â he thought he could handle this, but heâs utterly failing, he canât even see your pretty pussy and heâs already throbbing, leaking so much pre it hurts, sticking to his brand new digimon boxers. âYouâre sâpretty, sweetheart.â
You blush as you look at him with dazed eyes, running little circles right around your puffy clit, coated in hot slick as it dribbles out of your panties. He swipes some of it on his fingers, studying it carefully, his tongue going to lap at it, moaning as the sweetness coats his tongue.
âOh youâre t-tasting me,â it makes you needier, until you have to plunge two fingers inside your messy, quivering hole, that loud squelch echoing in your ears. Heâs gripping your thigh with one hand bruising until you cry out.
âFuck, so s-sorry⌠baby I hurt⌠y-youâŚâ
âNo, no, like it,â he moans and puts his hand back on your thigh, squeezing again so hard it aches. He's jerking his cock faster, whining out when he sees your slick fingers pull out of your panties. You press your cum soaked fingers to his lips and he eagerly wraps them around, sucking them off. âToruâŚâ
âSo sweet, my pretty girlfriend,â his glasses fog up when he leans down, licking your inner thigh that is trembling, sliding higher until his tongue is on you â but it's not on your skin, it's on the soaked cotton of your panties.
âFuckâŚâ he moans as he gets those juices that are spilling through the fabric, his and squeezing his own cock as your thighs sit over his shoulders.Â
âMore, please,â you're tugging at his hair so hard it hurts, bucking up your hips for more. âI need you, please.â
âSuch a needy girlfriend,â he murmurs, thumb circling his drooling tip, looking up at you with desperation in his pretty blue eyes. âYou want me to lick it more for you?â
Your answer is a little nod, even having him lick you over your panties is more than you've ever had done, and fuck it feels good. Sinful as he trails a long, slow stripe over the fabric, the tip stopping right over your twitchy clit, his moan is muffled against the damp cotton.
âToru!â He's lost in your scent, in that taste, the little hints of lace decorating your panties rough against his tongue, the sound is fucking filthy.
Satoru tugs those panties up more firmly, strings of gossamer saliva dripping and dissolving, peering up at you with flushed cheeks. âLike that, baby? Is this what you were thinking about instead of studying?â
Your only answer is to nod quickly, a jerky little motion as he sees those puffy lips just swallowing the damp material. He swipes his tongue over and over, the heat and wetness of his mouth making your entire body tremble. You feel it heating up, hearing the messy sounds of his own cock fucking his fist, wishing it were your throat instead.
"Oh god, Toru," you whimper out it so pathetically, your hands tangling in his soft white hair, fluffy and silky underneath your touch, trying to pull him closer, to shove his face where you need it. âNot enough, mnh!â
He chuckles against your puffy cunt, the vibration and the quick lave of his tongue have you on edge. Pulse racing as he had the audacity to tease you, landing a wet smack on your cunt that had you pathetic.
"Ah - ah," he clicks his tongue, catching your wrists in one of his stupidly large hands and pinning them against your waist, smirking at you in a way that's utterly not dirty at all. "No touching yet, sweetheart. I'm taking my time with you."
âMeanie,â he chuckles again, but you love it â feeling that strength as he grips you so tight. âMy panties are ruined, Toru.â
âMmm. Yes they are,â he tugs them again, looking at how wet the material is, just a pathetic little scrap of fabric with your juices pouring.
Instead of showing you mercy and moving them, he just presses them further against you again, tongue shoving that fabric until it's flush with your needy clit, you swear you can feel his tastebuds as that tongue drags through the fabric, pausing everywhere that has you jerking and honing in.
Like this nerdy boy is studying you.
Oh. He is.
He's methodical, almost clinical with his research of your needy, clothed cunt just separated by this pathetic little piece of fabric, his tongue pressing more firmly against your soppy lil hole. She is pulsing around nothing, torturous strokes, pressing his fingers up and down, you're hot and sticky underneath his touch.
âToru!â Your wrists are still pinned, his cock forgotten even though it's dripping down onto the soft, plush rug below his knees. Satoru finds your clit again and looks up under snowy lashes, you watch the drips of slick connect with that wickedly long tongue.
âMmm. I bet I could see myself inside you,â he whispers, you suck in a breath at that, as if he is measuring the distance of your entrance to your belly button, easing your wrists to tug up your top, nipping your puffy lips over the fabric. âScientifically.â
âThen experiment, scientifically.â He chuckles like the little shit he is, finding your clit once more, a hand pressing where he imagines his cock would bulge out.
âYou are so needy f'me, s'pretty like this,â his words slur as he wraps his plump lips around your twitchy clit, barely concealed and swollen underneath the cotton material that is dripping wet. He pulls it in his mouth and sucks it hard through your panties, humming against you.
You're aching, cunt filling his hungry mouth as your hands land back on his hair, his movements making you cry out and buck your hips against his mouth for more.
âSo sweet right now, god, look at thatâŚâ
Satoru is so close to cumming when he grabs his cock at the base again, squeezing so goddamn hard â he could almost bet that if he felt your cunt without the fabric, he'd spurt his white ropes everywhere.
Make a mess of you.
âMnh. You close, sweetheart?â
Your answer is a jerky little nod, as he keeps torturing you with this fucking barrier, his teeth grazing that tiny clit ever so lightly through the fabric, making you scream out, your head falling back. Your panties are absolutely ruined now, utterly transparent with your slick and his spit coating them, your sweet little cries rushing through his ears.
Satoru? Well, he laps at the mess he's making happily, his tongue coating the entire area in circles that deliberately avoid that spot until you're twitching, tears falling down your cheeks.
"Such a messy girl," he moans out those words, eyes black when they peek up at you, his voice husky as your slick clings to his lips. "Soaking these pretty little panties fâme.â
âPlease, Toru⌠move âem please,â he smirks and decides to have mercy on you, tugging them to the side of one of your lips and exhaling, watching the slick drool and spill down. You gasp as the air hits your cunt, already aching and needy, the dampness making it a cool shock.
âFuck, you're so pretty,â he murmurs, his cock just about to bust without his touch, he glides his tongue from your ass all the way to your clit, looking right up at you. âIs this what you were thinking of, hmm? My tongue inside you?â
âYour cock, too,â he chuckles against you, but just a couple more flicks has you close, as he spreads your cunt wide, studying your every expression.
âLook at that. My slutty little girlfriend.â
Satoru is trying his best to hold it together, but when his tongue glides into your gummy walls and they grip him, he's too far gone, slurping up every bit of the cum that just pours out. You shatter so damn pretty, squirting all over his face, dripping down his chin until it's glossy, his cock starts pulsing right with your hole, imagining her milking him.
âF-fuckkâŚ.â
âToru, mnh! S'good I⌠pleaseâŚâ Youâre overheated, body sensitive, itâs just not enough, even with his tongue lavishing every bit of your pussy.
Not enough.
âPlease what, baby? Mnh,â he grips his veiny cock as he cums with his tongue on your clit, more of your mess drenching his throat, his face, his shirt. His white ropes coat his hand, lashes fluttering shut as he savors your jumping clit in his mouth, whining against you.
âWant your cock in my mouth, Toru pleaseâŚâ he exhales, breath making you jolt, looking up at you with a blush.
âI umâŚâ he leans back on his knees and you see the mess, blushing at it.Â
âI didn't touch you thoughâŚâ
âDidn't need to,â he's clearly a little embarrassed, you take his cum soaked hand then â dripping white â and wrap your mouth around one of his thick fingers. âOh fuckâŚâ
You suck him right off, tasting that salty white substance and moaning as it hits your taste buds. Satoru pulls back and laps it off his own fingers, before kissing you right with it, the mess spilling between your mouths and dripping down.
Satoru Gojo â your nerdy boyfriend with an insane Digimon collection was a fucking freak, greedily drinking his own cum off your mouth.
Youâre trembling when the door knocks, and you faintly remember that he has ordered you boba. Heâs the epitome of a perfect boyfriend after that, considerate, caring, cleaning the little rivulets of your own release from your inner thighs â youâre stuck back on the opposite side of the bed, cuddling him and watching a movie.
Satoru even has the audacity to snore after, heavy body wrapping as you ache to get filled by him â at least the movie was so damn boring you drift off right next to him.
****
âIâm gonna die a virgin,â you mumble to Shoko and Utahime the next weekend, aside from more heated kisses and grinding on Satoruâs thigh after your well planned out dates â nothing.
Youâre aching.
How much use could your rose toy really see!? And now you even have two more toys going along with it, though you doubt any of them are getting close to Satoru and how good he must feel. No âclit suckerâ could come close to what that nerdy little mouth could do.
âYou look like youâre dying, girl, damnâŚâ Utahime earns your glare. âIs it that bad?â
âHe finally got me off andâŚâ You blush now, unable to finish your sentence, remembering his tongue drinking up your juices.
âDoes he know what a clit is?â
âVery much so, it was so good.â
They look surprised.
âYou all have no clue, he really was,â Shoko laughs at that, leaning back and hitting the vape, handing it over to you. âNo, no.â
âYou need a smoke, sweets,â you grimace, brushing your hair back, pacing back and forth as the two girls watch you, snuggling with each other. âYouâre pacing holes in the carpet.â
âI canât handle this, I just⌠god I wanna suck his dick, is it so terrible? He hasnât even let me touch it. I sound like a horny ass man, I hate it. I wanna respect him, I really do.â
âYou wanna respect him with his cock in your throat?â Shoko finishes.
âYes. I mean!? I will respect him without the cock in my mouth! You two are menaces.â
Theyâre laughing like the brats they are, blowing smoke in each otherâs mouths, you damn near moan in frustration. Satoruâs gotten you off that one time, then since then he has gone right back to worshipping you in the sweet way he always did, as if youâll what â forget about his tongue?
His stupidly long fingersâŚ
The cum on your tongue that you lapped right off!?
The taste.
âUgh -â you lean back and sink further into the couch. âI really am gonna die.â
âCanât die, weâve got that party tonight,â Utahime teases, kissing Shokoâs lips and giggling just a bit, you pout at the two of them.
In public Satoru would kiss your hand at best.
Where on earth even had that freak come from that spit his cum in your mouth last week!? Heâs all gone again â the pocket protector wearing Nerd Gojo in his place, like some twin fucking took over for a minute.
âI canât go to a party and get drunk, Iâll make a fool of myself around him, one drink and my pussy has a mind of its ownâŚâ You finally sit down, plopping back into the seat. âI feel like a pervert.â
âYou are! Letâs just call you fucking pervy Sage.â
âHey!â You glare at Utahime, Shoko is inhaling another puff of smoke, you cough just a bit.Â
âHah â Sanji from One-â
âDonât even!? Iâm not that bad,â you huff at her, frowning now. âI swear I'm not trying to be pervy. God, what is in this weed?â
âHmm,â Shoko tugs Utahime on her lap. âI wonder if he's scared you'll like ⌠bite his dick.â
âYou're so fucking mean,â you cough a little more, eyes watering as you scowl at the two of them.
âLook slutty, like really slutty,â Shoko walks up now, tilting your chin up and crooking her lips up at the corner. âSomething that screams â fuck me.â
âHe licked my panties and didnât evenâŚâ
âReally slutty,â Utahime agrees, tapping her chin. âOoh! I know, I have the perfect outfit in mind, that little black dress of yours.â
âBut itâs too small for me now! Itâs from like high school, and thanks to you two cooking all the time, my hips-â
âExactly.â
âExactly what? OhâŚâ
You trail off now, realizing what everyone knew â that Satoru loves your hips, he grabbed on to them every chance he got, even when he was just a little bit shy.
âOkayâŚâ
They kiss again in front of you, laughing a bit, making you lovesick for your man â your nerdy man who you wish would kiss you in that way, tongues all dripping. Itâs not even fair.
âAll lovey dovey, fuck you both.â
Theyâre so hot and rude laughing at you â you decide to just disappear, you donât need your hot ass best friends making out in front of you when youâre already in pain from the constant edging from Satoru. You are rushing to your room and trying on outfit after outfit, before finally deciding on the exact fucking one they brought up.
You would look as sexy as you could and hopefully get your boyfriend to not be able to resist you.
But also youâll respect his decision, dammit! You can wait as long as he wants to, even if you were absolutely gonna put your tits and ass out there for him. Looking in the mirror and touching up your lipstick, swiping a finger across your lower lip to smudge it just a tad.
âOh damn you look hot, Sanji,â Utahime says when you come out.
âI am not Sanji.â
âYou are.â
âFuck you both!â
*****
Satoru canât keep his damn eyes off you.
Fuck youâre pretty tonight.
That damn little black dress clinging to your skin is fucking ruining Satoruâs mind, brain short circuiting as the two of you navigate the insanely packed frat house, one of his hands on the small of your back protectively. People are all bumping into everyone, stumbling around, absolutely no chance he lets someone hurt you by accident.
Moreso, Satoru Gojo canât get his fucking hands off you, no, he can feel your warmth right through the thin layer of cotton material, fingers splaying across it. He reminds himself in his head over and over just what a horrible thing it would be to fucking take your first time at a frat party, even as he has to adjust his cock, turning from you to face the wall for a moment.
âEverything okay, Toru?â You ask softly, hand on his back, he laughs, a fake and terrible attempt at being normal, turning right back around to you.
âMe!? Yes, yes. Do you need a drink, babydoll?â He asks.
The music kicks on as he speaks, and all you can see are his plump lips forming words, ringing from how damn loud theyâre blaring the worst dance music known to man. âWhat!!â
âA drink!!â
âHuh?â
âA DRINK-â
The music pauses for just a minute, switching to something else but leaving multiple people to stare at Nerdy Gojo shouting.
You blink a bit at his shouting, he swears heâll kill Suguru and Nanami for having the audacity to fucking laugh at him and his pain. Them smoking weed earlier and trying to give him every tip known to man on how to bury said tip right against that surely cute little cervix.
As if Satoru hadnât studied extensively.
âYes, please,â you smile all pretty, letting him guide you through, he just about loses it from the sheer amount of eyes locked onto you, gripping you just a little too tight, feeling the curve of those breedable hips underneath his fingertips.
Imagine having them bent over, his hands fit so perfect-
No, he can make it another night, a dumb frat party was not the time or place for something so precious as your first time. Even if you smell that good, and youâre dancing all over him, giggling, your ass brushing right against where his cock has tented his dark jeans.
Your drink in one hand, the other in his as he pulls you against him, for a nerdy boy, Gojo can absolutely move his body. You feel so goddamn good against him, with your waist in his grip now, his lips pressed against your ear â he can inhale that sweet scent you just naturally fucking have.
Thatâs when he realizes heâs about to cum if your ass rubs up on his cock one more damn time with those heels making you tall enough, he could bend you over and slide it right in. God he bets youâre so wet too.
Satoru has to pull back, making you blink just a bit in confusion, he downs the rest of his drink, smiling apologetically.
âBathroom, sweetheart.â
âOh, um⌠okay, want me to-â
Satoru runs the fuck off.
Maybe youâre doing too much, shit⌠you were absolutely grinding all up on Satoru because you were craving him so bad. You needed to give him more time! If the roles were reversed, you know he would, even if he may want to as badly as you do. Going to pour yourself a shot, you throw it back and let your eyes shut, sighing just a bit as it burns your throat.
You need to ease up and let Satoru take his time, even if you have to press your thighs together to resist the needy urge of rubbing your cunt on anything right now.
Maybe you are fucking Sanji.
*****
Satoruâs leaned back on the door, unzipping his pants and seeing his reddened cockhead, and just how fucking swollen it is. Heâs jerking his cock desperately, whimpering out as the door gets knocked on, banged on in fact by fucking Sukuna of all people.
âGotta take a piss man, stop jerking it.â
âIâm not!? Iâm pissing right now â w-wait,â Satoru is jerking it of course, but how dare Sukuna call him out on it. Dickhead fratboy that he is, heâs chuckling outside of the door, but none of it is getting rid of Satoruâs throbbing erection.
Heâs just way too needy, too sensitive, he can see his reflection in the mirror â those flushed pink cheeks. Sukuna thankfully fucks off, but Satoru can't even cum with just his hand, not when he knows your little fist would feel so much better, when your mouth and pussy would grip him.
No, Satoru is left tortured.
*****
You are alone for some time, concerned if he was somehow drunk or sick when the leader of the frat â the slutty ass, pink haired jock named Sukuna comes up to you, sipping his cup and flickering his red eyes up and down your face.
âHmm, Gojo left you all alone?â
âAnd?â You scoff, rolling your eyes at him now, he smirks just a bit, leaning close. âHeâs busy. Okay?â
âMmm⌠yeah,â he peeks over his shoulder now, then looks right back down at you. âSo.â
âSo, what?â
He grins all big. âWanna play beer pong?â
âBeer pong?â
âMhm,â he tugs at a little lock of your hair. âBet I stomp your ass at it. Look like such a good girl.â
âHah you think I've never been to a party!?â
âNever seen you before aside from with your nerdy lover boy,â he pours you a drink now and inclines his head.
âI've partied, just⌠usually me and Toru are busy.â
He snorts at that.
So busy your boyfriend is jerking his cock in the bathroom.
âI see, so busy, huh?â
âYes butâŚâ you curse now, shaking your head. Satoru has been gone fifteen minutes and won't answer a text, a game of beer pong wouldn't hurt. âFine then.â
It doesnât take long until there is an entire gathering of people to watch you absolutely annihilate Ryomen Sukuna in beer pong, to the point he is fucking furious. You're landing the pong ball in every cup, decimating the entire frat at a certain point, giggling as you study them, down to the last shot, against Sukuna again.
âBeginners luck or some shit,â heâs fucking furious â you swear you see his vein ticking underneath his jaw.
Satoru is still not here.
Youâre worried but youâre also enjoying the cheers, especially when you land that last one, giggling as the frat brothers who were talking all that shit about the nerdy girlfriend of Satoru moments before are now staring in disbelief. With one final, perfect arc, the ball splashes into the last cup.Â
It really is beginner's luck.
But.
Also, fuck Sukuna.
"Damn, girl!" someone yells, and you take a little bow, rubbing it right in Sukunaâs face now, who is slamming down the rest of his beer.
Surely he drank enough to get annihilated â but somehow still standing just normal, big ass man has some insane tolerance because those eyes look completely aware.
"Guess I'm not such a good girl after all, huh?" you tease Sukuna, who's standing there looking down at you, setting the cup down and crushing it.
âHmmm,â his red eyes dilate just a bit as he steps closer to you, suddenly making you feel just a bit nervous.
Satoru hates Sukuna.
Itâs well known, since high school the two of them have been overcompetitive and absolutely insane against each other. Heâd be fucking furious if he saw you anywhere near him at all. You peek and see him across the crowd then, getting a text from Shoko blinging on your phone.
Heâs really mad.
He is.
You get another text now from Utahime, biting down on your lower lip.
Make him jealous and maybe youâll get dicked down, Sanji.
âIâm not Sanji,â Sukuna raises a brow, lips twitching. âIâm not.â
âSanji? Who the fuck is that?â
âOne piece?â
âNerd â hey, wait,â youâre turning and he grabs your wrist for just a moment. âShit, I mean⌠youâre right, youâre not a good girl, huh?â
âI sure beat your ass,â you say, pausing when he reaches out, his fingers surprisingly gentle as they brush a stray piece of hair back from your face, rough knuckles brushing against your cheek for a second too long.
"You did, you're full of surprises, brat.â
âBrat? WhateverâŚâ
You can feel Satoruâs eyes on you â youâd pull back, but part of you wonders if making him jealous would bring that freak out that spit cum in your mouth â maybe you are a brat. You sip your drink, remaining normal.
âIâm dating Satoru, youâre too close.â
âWould nerdy ass Satoru know what to do, how to handle your ass?â He taunts, your eyes narrow, his laugh echoing despite the music as your boyfriend starts shoving his way through. âShow you that digimon collection?â
âIâm very pleased, thank you.â
âYou look like you need to get your attitude fucked right out of you,â your fingers itch to slap him now. âIf he fucks up, you know where to find me.â
âNo thank you, I- Toru!â
Satoru is between you and Sukuna, shoving him off and glaring right at him â perhaps the two tallest men at the party right face to face, Sukunaâs smirk making Satoru want to punch him.
âWhy are you so close to my future wife?â
âWife?â You blush and he glares at you.
âYes, and baby momma â but youâre being a brat,â he whispers, Sukuna snorts at that.
âShe is a brat.â
âYou canât call her that,â he shoves the big ass man and takes your hand now. âShe has better shit to do than talk to you.â
âAw, but we were having fun,â Satoru is dragging you away, you blink just a bit, almost scowling at Sukuna who blows you a kiss.
What a dick.
BUT.
Satoru is fuming, and heâs hot.
Youâre so toxic!
âWhatâs wrong, Toru? I was just playing some beer pong,â you say all innocently, as he drags you past everyone, youâre struggling to keep up with his long strides. âUm⌠whatâs wrong?â
âWhatâs wrong!? Hah,â heâs laughing, psychotic and feral like you turned on a switch in his brain, when he finally starts getting some privacy. âEverything.â
âI donât get itâŚâ
âHe was hitting on you,â Satoru yanks you away in the center of the party, you barely bite back your giggle at how excited you are to see him this way, looking ever so serious when he glares down at you.
Maybe you are evil, loving how mad he is, how jealous he is when he presses you against the hallway wall on the other side of the party, you can feel the music humming through the walls, but not as fast as your heart is racing looking up at your blue eyed boyfriend. Blue eyed angry boyfriend.
This isn't sweet Satoru at all, no â he's completely fucking unhinged, his chest rising and falling with his quickened breaths, cupping your face and jerking your chin to look up at him.
âYou think he was?â You ask softly, making him raise a brow. âI thought he was just⌠being nice?â
You make him laugh without humor now, thumb brushing across your lip. âAre you being bratty, sweetheart? Teasing me, making me jealous?â
âWhat? No,â you straight up fucking lie to his face, batting your lashes all innocent and cute, but you can tell my that little smirk he doesnât buy any of it for shit right now.
âNo?â
âNo, I was just talking, Toru. Isn't that fine?â You trail your hands up his chest, wrapping your fingers around to hook behind his neck, tugging him down to face you. âItâs fine for me to make friends, isnât it?â
âNot when he's looking at these pretty tits,â he cups one, making you suck in a breath â your needy boyfriend is never this bold. âThey're not his to look at.â
âOh?â You lean forward now, tip toeing as he leans low, thumb brushing over a nipple, making it perk up for his touch. âAre they yours? Yours to look at?â
Heâs losing it, his pulse hammering behind his ears, in his wrists, everywhere was hammering, his mouth practically salivating as he cups that tit right where anyone can see, big hand squishing it. You gasp out at the sensation, your lashes fluttering closed, little whines mingling against his lips.
âYes, mine, every inch of you is mine,â Satoru shakes his head now with a soft laugh. âHe thought he could dance with you. Kiss your lips? Lips that are mine.â
âAll yours,â you open your eyes and giggle again, earning his scowl. âSorry you're just so cute like this.â
Satoru blinks.
âOh, Iâm cute?â
You go to press a kiss when he snatches you up in one swoop, you gasp and wrap your arms around his neck now. Thighs trembling as he carries you to some room he finds, stumbling you in and shoving you right against the door.
âYou think I'm cute,â he presses his cock against your slick heat, slutty little panties practically ruined for him, grinding his cock until you're gasping out. âWell I think that you're a brat.â
You gasp. âMe?â
Two people calling you that.
Well⌠maybe you are.
âYou are bratty, with those pretty fucking lips,â he's kissing you filthy, tongues dancing, saliva dripping between you both, easing you down so that you slide against his body achingly slow. âMaybe I should shut your bratty mouth up.â
Oh fuck.
âYes please?â He glares at your big fucking grin.Â
âOn your knees then, sweetheart,â you so eagerly obey, he laughs softly, his heart hammering in his chest, a mix of being utterly furious, nervous about his first time, and dumbstruck by the sight of your heart eyes. âLook at you, beinâ such a good girl â but are you really that desperate to suck me?â
âPlease yes,â you have no shame â all you want is Satoruâs cock deep and buried in the back of your throat. âIf you want though! C-consent.â
âAs if I havenât wanted this for years,â he shakes his head and tilts your chin up, sighing. âI wanted to do it all perfect, to lick and kiss every inch, worship your body until you were writhing, so fucking needy for it.â
Satoru unclicks his belt, the metallic click hitting your ears. âMnh⌠years?â
"Years," he repeats softly, unbuttoning his jeans entirely too slow for you, you go to move your hands and he halts them with a little smack, you bite down on your lip, aching. âHands on your thighs, youâll listen to me for once, since youâve been driving me so fucking crazy.â
âMe, making you crazy, really,â you do as he says though â eagerly â palms on your thighs, he laughs a bit, the sound of his zipper lowering echoing in the room even with the reverberating walls.
âYou know every time you drag that messy cunt on me it ruins me, right?â He draws out that word, sighing now. "Every time you wore those little skirts and bent over, every time you'd bite your lip while concentratingâŚâ
Satoru drags a thumb down your lip now, achingly slow against the plumpness that moves underneath it, your teeth nip on his thumb teasingly, and then you let him push your mouth open.
âOpen real wide, sweetheart,â you do just that, and he canât help but whimper as he presses down on your tongue, as if heâs studying the recesses of your open, eager mouth. âWider, canât you? For me?â
You listen eagerly, opening wide and fucking obscene, your tongue out for any bit of him he wants to give you, core just aching.
âFuck, I've imagined this exact moment."
Satoru wonât tell you just how long he has, either, he swallows â just a bit nervous now.
âSuck,â you suck his digits, slurping them and moaning around them, imagining his cock instead, loving how dominant heâs being. âStop.â
You obey, making him raise a brow.
âYou like me tellinâ you what to do? Is that why you got me so fucking mad, so jealous, to have you listen?â
âYeah,â you whisper, as he shoves his jeans down, and the hard, thick length of his bugle strains against the thin fabric of his boxers. âPokemon? You traitor!â
âI canât wait to shut your mouth up tonight,â you giggle at that, Satoru sighs and frowns at them, brushing your hair back a bit. âThey were a gift, okay?â
âIâll buy you digimon ones.â
âGod, youâre so perfect,â youâre still giggling, when he gently smacks your face â the lightest little touch that has you almost moaning. âOpen up again, yeah? Be a good girl, baby.â
âMmm, yes,â you nod your head, doing just as he says â the side of freaky Satoru you only saw hints of last week when heâd lavished your panties with his long tongue.
âYou got me jealous on purpose, yeah? Wore that slutty outfit to fucking ruin me, wanted cock in your throat that bad? Got me fucking leaking so much⌠fuckâŚâ
Your answer is to keep that mouth open, leaning forward as you lap your tongue along the damp spot where his pre cum has already soaked through, right over a traitorous yellow pikachu. Youâll make more fun of that later, right now heâs jerking his hips, hissing at the drag of your cute lil tongue on him.
âFuckâŚâ Youâre teasing him just like he did you â licking and sucking his tip over the damp cotton of his boxers. âAct so sweet and youâre evil, shouldnât feel that good through that⌠mmmâŚâ
Satoruâs letting you suck around his fat cockhead, slurping every bit of his white cum from it, tongue lolling right along that slit over and over.
âTorturing me back?â
âYep,â you lick your lips, making him sigh, shaking his head now.
âGo on then, take whatâs all yoursâŚ" his voice is low, hoarse damn near as he for the very first time pulls his cock out, letting it spring free, slapping against his lower abdomen with a loud, wet smack. âCan you fit all of it?â
You knew heâd be big.
You didnât know heâd be that big, with his jeans undone all slutty, his pokemon boxers shoved down â his cock is perfect, just the right amount of thick and entirely too fucking long, with a prominent pale blue vein running along the underside. Youâre literally drooling as he strokes it right in front of you, the head flushed a deep, pretty pink as it leaks white.
Youâre soaked, fucking ruined.
âI can.â
You cannot.
Maybe?
You will try!
âGo on then, sweetheart, lemme see how good you can take all of me,â he chuckles as you lean forward without hesitation, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip. âTeasinâ me more?â
You lap your tongue up, keeping your hands right where he asked you too, sliding underneath so you hit that frenum. His sharp inhale is met with his huge hand tugging in your hair so hard it hurts, pulling at the hairs on the nape of your neck.
âFuck⌠greedy lil mouth,â heâs damn near slurring his words when you swirl your little tongue around the head, lapping up the salty taste of his cock underneath, brushing along that vein. He whimpers out when you wrap your lips around it and suck. âOh my⌠f-fuckâŚâ
Satoru loses it the first time you really suck his cock, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head, pushing you down further as his other hand rests on the doorway, beginning to move so that heâs choking you. Youâre whining out, aching to touch your cunt so bad you slide your fingers down.
âSo desperate,â he tuts his tongue, fucking your throat now, his cock slamming the back of it as tears spill. âB-baby, is this sâokay?â
You pull back as he does, with a wet, filthy pop, grinning. âI want it, all the way deep in my throat, Toru, I can take it.â
âYou can take all of it in that tiny lilâ throat? When sheâs this tight?â He whispers, your nod makes him glare now. âHave you done this?â
You blink a bit. âYes?â
âThen Iâll fuck your throat so hard youâll forget anything but me,â he takes you over now, slamming deep inside, youâre whimpering as one of his feet spread your thighs, and youâre soaking his black boot. âThatâs it, rutting on my boot and taking cock like a little slut, hmm?â
âMnhghâŚâ youâre done for, this is exactly what you needed, him railing your throat until you canât think, until youâre gagging and tears are spilling.
âLook at me,â he orders softly, you do just that as he presses deep, sniffling as you try to take all of him, he hisses as he feels his tip stretching that tight throat, his Adam's apple bobbing. âYou know I fucking love you? And respect you?â
You giggle around him and he glares.
âYou have to know if Iâm gonna say all this,â you pull back again, fingers all coated in your slick, gliding it along his sticky tip.
âI know you love me, Toru. I love youâŚâ He sighs, touching your cheek. âI love you talking to me this way, you could be meaner.â
âOh? Fuck my frustration on your throat?â
âPlease?â
âYouâre ruining me,â he mumbles, slamming right back inside, now that he knows youâre okay, he can lose control, see how much you can take, as you grind on that shoe, nails now pressing in the muscles of his thighs, jeans slipping down. âWant our first time to really be right against this door? Shove your slutty skirt up and ruin your cunt for fuckinâ anyone?â
God, Satoruâs sexy like this, fogged glasses and all.
Your answer is to take him all the way, your nose brushing against the white hair, the tufts of it tickling your nose, heâs stuttering now, unable to stop himself from fucking faster, harder, the wet sounds mixing with his whines. He doesnât hold them back, either, every time he does he feels a fresh gush of wetness even over that leather, he can see it shimmering as he pulls back and slaps his cock on your mouth.
âSlutty girl, this all fâme, huh? Not that fucking loser downstairs?â
âAll you.â
âHold that tongue out,â you do just that, and Satoru slaps his tip on your tongue over and over, as you keep grinding on him. âCanât believe youâre this much of a pretty little whore, god I thought you were a good girl?â
âToru⌠pleaseâŚâ
âPlease what?â You just keep rubbing. âDesperate, fuck⌠stand up.â
You can hardly do that when he helps you by tugging you up, spitting directly in your mouth, you swallow it greedily, earning his pathetic moan as he turns you, shoving you against that door. âMnh!â
âStop me before I fill all your fucking holes with cum,â heâs kissing down your neck, his glasses cool against your neck, whines escaping his lips as he shoves that slutty lil dress up the gentle curve of your hip. âAll of them, Iâll have your cunt drippinâ, your throat full, fuck that ass while Iâm at it.â
âMngh, please, please,â itâs all you can do but to arch.
âThat needy?â Heâs tugging your panties to the side, dragging his tip up and down over and over, moans escaping his lips when he bends down, turning your face to him. âFirst time in a frat house against a door? Youâre so wet do I even need to finger you right now?â
âAlready did,â you answered, he laughs, shaking his head and kissing you, rubbing even more, teasing your slit with the fat head of his cock until youâre weak, your thighs shaking. âPlease, pleaseâŚ.â
âPlease what, fuck your cunt for the first time? Thatâs what youâve been wanting, me to lose it, huh?â
âYeah,â he scoffs, teasing even more, mouth messy and mean as he bumps your clit, until you squirt right down his length, dripping all down the carpet.
Sukunaâs carpet â itâs his room you faintly notice, as you see the little pictures on the walls.
You wonder if Satoru meant that.
âSquirting already, havenât even fucked you yet,â he pulls back and bends down, slamming his cock so deep you scream out, head falling back as he tugs your hair, making your ass arch out as he fills you. âOh my g-god⌠babyâŚâ
âToru,â he lets you adjust to his thickness, the very first time your cunt has ever been filled â and this wasnât how he wanted to do it.
He wanted to stretch you out â one finger, two, then three â but youâre so soaked you suck him right in. Such a tight, perfect fit he can hardly take it, bending down to press sweet kisses on your bare shoulders, easing back and shoving in again, taking your hand and placing it on your tummy, pressing so you feel it all.
âFeel me here?â He asks softly, desperately â worried for a moment with how tight you are that heâs hurt you, but your answer is to look back at him with those slutty, parted lips and dilated eyes, nodding. âWhoâs inside you?â
âYou, Toru.â you answer, cunt spasming as sheâs already close, his body overtaking you, wrapping and tugging, shoving even deeper.
âWhoâs first?â
âYou.â
âWhoâs gonna make this cunt stretch out?â
âY-you and⌠ah!â
âMine, mine⌠fuck youâre all mine,â Satoru gave you that minute to adjust, a last mercy before your nerdy boyfriend fucking loses his mind. âMine, this pretty body, this perfect pussy⌠you⌠mineâŚâ
âYours,â you whisper it over and over as Satoru fucks your messy cunt, even though itâs hard to take, youâre so full it feels perfect, letting his hand wrap your throat, fingers pressing on either side of your windpipe. âAh!â
âHah â such a perfect fit, made fâme,â heâs fucking you so deep you feel him everywhere, cock gliding in and out of your sticky, gummy walls, fucking you so goddamn messy it's dripping down between your thighs. âB-babyyyâŚâ
You arch for more when he pulls out of your cunt with a filthy squelch and you whine from the loss. âBack in, pleaseâŚâ
He lifts and carries you to the bed, thighs shoved wide, feral now as he shoves back inside and sees himself moving inside you. Every slick glide smoothing your puffy cervix, until she is bruised and aching, that dress shoved higher, panties tugged firmly to the side. He uses both to move in you, laughing as you gasp out, as your thighs tremble.
âAw, is it too much, sweetheart? Too deep?â
Feral Satoru is here, mixed with sweet Toru, but his cock is anything but sweet â the way it stretches you out, fucking ruins you, pummels your cunt so deep youâre about to cum all over his length, already sensitive.
âMhm!â
âFull of me?â
âNghhhhâŚâ
You don't know how the fuck else to answer, it all is entirely too much, the way he can see his cock print, his insane laugh, those blue eyes glittering with the frames fallen off. So blue it hurts to look at, eyes almost threatening to close.
âNuh-uh, eyes on me, that's it,â Satoru keeps pumping into your cunt, leaning up to shove your thighs against your tits, smushing them as he fucks you dumb.
He knows it too.
âCan't think?â
âmmm, nnnhhh,â your answer is pathetic and just a babble really, as your nerdy, once virgin boyfriend pummels your messy, needy cunt until she's stuffed so full it hurts. Your nails pressing into biceps, digging in as he stretches your puffy lips on it.
âCanât even fucking talk â already?â Your eyes roll back in your skull as his cock ruins your pussy, so deep you do feel him all over.
âGonna pump you so full, hah will you finish college without me breeding your cunt?â Satoru Gojo is batshit insane, as he leans over you, bending you so that you're folded in half under his heavy weight. âWhat would you do then, hmm? If I breed your slutty cunt? Make you mine.â
âWant it, mmm,â youâre utterly fucking shameless about it, feeling his bruising grip, his cock getting creamy at the base as his heavy balls slap.
âJerked it in the bathroom, had me so hard,â you bite down on your lip, gasps escaping your throat, eyes locked. âYou love that, huh? Driving me insane, slutty dress, pretty body⌠godâŚâ
He presses your thighs down enough to tug your tits out, gripping them and exhaling, thumbs brushing your nipples until theyâre peaks.
"Look at you," he pants, "taking my cock so well, pretty girl. Youâre just such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"
You can only moan in response, your body trembling as he hits that spot inside you that makes your vision go white, your answer is to grip his hips with your thighs, letting him cup your face, pumping you so full that you can feel it all over. Warm and hot when he whines out so pathetically in your ringing ears, slutty little moans falling from your lips.
âTakinâ all of it, godâŚâ He kisses you even as you shatter, your cunt spasming all around his veiny length, milking him for every drop. âSo fucking greedy. So needy.â
He leans down and captures your lips, spurts of cum still pouring, you can feel him twitching, nails pressing into the strong muscles of his back. âToru⌠l-love⌠toru y-youâŚâ
âCock drunk, sweetheart?â He teases, like the menace he really is â but he also lovingly caresses your cheek. âYou took me like you were made for me.â
âI did?â Youâre so damn drunk off him youâre slurring your words, pussy achingly empty, feeling his cum slipping out.
âYou did a very good job. Such a good girl.â
âYay!â
Satoru snorts at you, shaking his head and peppering kisses, leaned up on an arm, his shirt half open, revealing the hard planes of his chest. âYouâre sâcute⌠I wanted to take it easy your first time.â
âI loved it,â you admit, yawning now, peeking around the room. âMmm, can we go home though?â
âOf course we will,â he kisses down your body though, breath ghosting your thighs, spreading them to watch the filthy mess of his cum pour out, groaning. âYouâre wasting it all, baby.â
âHmm? Ah!â Satoru scoops some of that mess up against his fingertips, shoving it right back inside your quivering hole. Youâre gripping him tight, thighs clamping down on his hand, as he smirks. âToru youâre⌠crazyâŚâ
âMmm, you really have no idea what I have wanted to do,â he clicks his tongue, pushing that cum deep again, watching your every expression. âGonna keep you so full of cum itâll drip everywhere.â
Satoru does not just fuck you once, no â he makes sure to bend you over in the backseat of his car, fucking cum back inside. Once you're at his house he is pumping ropes of cum on your tits, laughing at how messy you get coated in white, before spreading it all over your body.
Satoru fingers and fucks all that cum inside until you're a trembling mess in his arms, passing out and snoring.
âSo funny you started all this but then couldn't keep up, hmm?â He teases softly, cleaning you up, cock sore from how you gripped him, how much he came. But even the sight of milky drops escaping your hole had him damn near twitching back to life, groaning against your skin.
*****
âGood morning,â your nerdy boyfriend is littered in pretty kiss marks, indentions of your teeth all down his neck, a loopy smile on his face as he stands there shirtless, glasses firmly back on.
âOh! Good morningâŚâ you thought you'd be the one to ruin Satoru Gojo, ride his cock till he whimpered and cried from overstimulation.
You had no clue he'd fuck you so good you couldn't sit up right without his help, cupping your face and leaning down to kiss your lips, tilting your chin up and smirking. You're a mess.
A pretty mess.
Hair fucked up, covered in fingerprints and hickies, taking the coffee he brings and sipping it, sighing as it hits your tongue. âMmm⌠good morning.â
âDon't you look pretty in my bed?â He muses, smirking on his features. âI wonder what Sukuna thought of his bed covered in your squirt.â
A blush heats up your cheeks. âI didn't squirt that much!?!?!â
âYou really did,â you shove him playfully, giggling then. âMy cum too though.â
âYou did it on purpose, his room!â
âMe? Never.â
Satoru absolutely did.
That's what Sukuna gets for hitting on his girlfriend, dried up cum all on his blankets â as if he could handle you â¤ď¸
heheh i hope ya'll liked horny reader for a change!!!
megumi wants to see you as you cum ŕ¨ŕ§ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader ŕ¨ŕ§ im gonna lick his tip
riding megumi means holding eye contact with him. it's hard when you're shy about even riding him in the first place. he doesn't care though, he needs your eyes on him.
he's sitting on the bed with you straddling his hips. his cock is buried deep inside you, kissing places you didn't even know he could reach. he makes you wrap your arms around his neck, faces so close you're basically breathing each other in.
he helps you grind on his cock, feeling him go even deeper.
"mm wait!" you whine at the feeling. he doesn't wait though. he keeps helping you roll your hips on his length. its good, feels really full, you can't hold back the long whiny moan that comes out of your throat.
you close your eyes, but then you feel a pinch on your thigh.
"eyes on me." he demands you, rolling deeper into you.
you whine, trying to keep your eyes open, but it's embarrassing. your cheeks flush as he continues bullying your poor pussy.
"bounce, pretty girl." he tells you in a whisper. his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, far different to what's happening between your legs.
he helps you bounce on his cock, holding your hips tightly. it's enough to leave finger prints and yet it feels so good.
megumi sighs, panting and groaning at the feelings of you fucking yourself on his cock. his lips find yours again in another gentle kiss.
"mm so good, baby, just like that." he whimpers out as you bounce harder. your legs ache from the movements, already preparing for the pain that'll come when you're older. it's worth it though.
his breath mingles with yours, lips a whisper away from yours. "fuuuck, baby." he whines when you clench around him. you bounce sloppily, slow and fast and then stop all at once. he has to take over, rutting his tip into your walls.
"ngh, gumi!" you whine. his tip meets your spongey spot. he moans when he feels you clench around him tightly. it's almost too tight. he can't keep a steady rhythm when you clench him like that.
"tight, sweets, so ti-tight!" he whines, pressing so deep as he finishes inside you. he keeps his eyes on yours, watching as you whine, clenching harshly on his cock, milking him dry.
he watches you try not to close your eyes, failing and earning a pinch.
"i said eyes on me. now we have to do it again because you can't listen."
Synopsis. How many inches until he can see his dĂck in you from the outside?
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, tummy buIges, cĂşmflation, cervĂx kĂssing, d imprints, fitting it, theyâre BIG, PĂSSYDRĂNK MEN, matĂng presses, dĂşmbification, p talking, spĂtting, Chosoâs powers, cĂşmplay, headIlocks, marathons, brĂŠeding, GOJOâS POWERS, creampĂes, true form Sukuna, dp, overstĂm, pet names, swĂŠaring.
A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - 9-inch nudge
âT-Tojiââ Your loosened lips gloss over with a thin trickle of mindless drool, heart-filled eyes struggling to keep open and take a long look at the sight right below you. âWhat- what are you doing?â
Well, rendering you completely thoughtless with repeated thrashes of his vulgar inches is what.Â
And Toji Fushiguro would have tittered out those words just to see the way your features scrunch in cute irritation. He would have rolled his verdant eyes merely to feel your clingy grip around him tighten needily - but the man was busy right now.Â
Barely even straying his half-lidded gaze up at you - instead, heâs planting three smearing taps on your weeping slit. Stretching out his thickly-padded thumb and his index wiiide open to measure-
Youâre heaving in murked clouds of breath, heedlessly counting eight- no, nine inches through glassy eyes. âWhat are you even hah- m-measuring?â
âTch, yâknow.â Pinkish tongue darting out drivel along his jagged scar - thatâs all it takes for you to know that you were in for it. âJusâ how deeply mâgonna make that cute tummy bulge wâme, doll.â
Oh.
Just those simple words were enough for your straining thighs to tremble with yet another sheeny geyser of syrupy slick. Lathering Tojiâs bulky base with all sorts of velvety droplets that make him groan, flicking over a calloused thumb to tease your pussy into making an even bigger mess.Â
âOho?â Heâs raising one brow, pressing on the perked button of your clit and making your head tumble back with a keen. Thumbing wet little writings of his name on it over nâ over, âYa liked that, huh? The i-idea of me ngh makinâ a mark from the inside? Filthy giiirl, âcourse ya did.â
âM-me?â And you donât know just how cockdrunken you are at this point to think that bickering with a sultry, taunting Toji would do any good. But, hey, he always did love a feisty woman. And the way your lower lip wobbles into a pout as you huff and puff makes his swollen cock stretch your muggy walls only wider, âYouâre the one hah- m-measuring and- and talking about a bulge-â
â-and mâdead fucking serious.â Tojiâs willowy eyes narrow, ravenous gaze hidden away by a curtain of long lashes and inky bangs. But you still feel your heart race at his utter intensity, âLemme show ya, ma.â
He was serious - he is.Â
In less than it takes your dewy pussylips to throb with a depraved ba-dumpâ! Tojiâs clawing down one engulfing hand right onto the perspired crown of your head. Warm skin meeting your tizzy head harshly.
Snarling his sleazy grin up at you with a slight snicker, before flexing his mouth-watering biceps and pushing- âStretch. F-fucking stretch now-â
âFuh-fuuuckââ Your eyes leak steady rivulets of tears at the sheerly raw reach, the way he didnât even have to try to swab milky gumdrops of pre at your innermost orifices. Fucking you open with just the gluey scour of his bawling tip trying urgently to fit inside, âFuck me- fuck me, Tojiââ
âSâwhat mâ ah- doing, silly girl.â Now, heâs rolling his eyes once your jiggling ass perches on the solidly full curve of his breeder balls and squirms. âSo be my good fuckinâ girl and t-take it.â
And itâs all that you can do.Â
Bowing your spine into the perfect semi-circle curvature to angle your hips even deeper. Jittery thighs gyrating against Tojiâs toned obliques with every striking pap! he skids viciously against your goopy depths. It was maddening, and youâre finding yourself latching precariously onto his voluptuous deltoids to try and regain some semblance of balance - and your sanity.
Flinching slightly once he tilts your hips to let off a particularly harsh grind against that magical spot. Youâre whimpering through deliriously crossed-eyes, âThere- ah!â
âYeahhh, fuckinâ knew it-â Comes the husky answer, mean. And then an even meaner set of pounds that batter and bruise your tenderest spots precisely with each minute motion. You feel Toji curl one massive palm on the delicious curve of your waist before leaning you back, back, back- â-can see it.â
See it?
âWhat-â Youâre gasping once you angle your head just enough to sneak a few glimpses below at where Toji was feeding your pretty pussy with his veined girth. In and out.Â
Because right then and there - etched exactly onto the middle of your tummy - was a cylindrical bulge. Pushing past your fleshed mounds nâ edges to carve out a deeply scouring indent. Spearheading into you with each soppy plap! of Tojiâs glissading body.Â
Long. Girthy.Â
And you didnât know if you were just that stupidly cockdrunken but you swear you could even count every single throb of Tojiâs furiously hard cock meshing itâs way through your pried insides.Â
Heâs holding those rudely measuring fingers up once more, ranging from the slobbery ends of your slit all the way up to where youâre feeling his painfully hard shaft plant pretty pecks on your pussy. Eyes widening briefly, âOh? Sâeven hngh- bigger than I predicted.â
Sloppy. Painting sloshing streams of precum and nudging you oh-so-full with his scorching length until you were sure you could feel his bloated circumference brand your rubbery cervix. Until you could almost taste his salted caramel with every blissful explosion on your tastebuds.
So much. Too much. âMore. Want- need moreââ
âShhhh sh sh, thatâs it- Cry your lilâ heart out, ma.â Tojiâs humming out gutturally, free hand gliding upwards to smear away your spilling salivation. Nodding along with every sweet noise you make when his split-ended cock thrusts inside your hot core, âThaaatâs it, thatâs a good girl- Look at you all hck! stuffed until youâre about to explode. Cute.â
âNgh- it- youâre so deep.â Youâre mewling out, viscous globs of slick slipping and sliding down Tojiâs length until your fattened clit coasts easily across those very same puddles.Â
And you could feel him and every ballooned-up vein of his raking around your gummy walls. You could feel the bumpy outline of him bludgeoning past your saturated folds.Â
âYeahhh, sâa biiig fuckinâ s-stretch, isnât it?â Heâs gruffing out with a few playful spanks to your drooling pussylips, as if you werenât already being fucked dumb. Instantaneously guiding your hand to caress the rollercoaster messing up your insides - reclining right over the contour of where his globular tip plummets into your g-spot with a thunk!Â
âHereâs where ya wonât stop ah- drooling.â He twiddles your sensory fingertips to brush against your sensitive folds, showering in a generous heap of your sappy juices. âLike a f-fuckinâ ocean, I swear.â
Before lugging your boneless limb up, up, up- â-and hereâs th-that hngh- cute spot ya love so much-â Pressing down over a certain delicate spot near your abdomen. And as if to prove his point, Tojiâs quirking one brow and smashing his puffy tip hard in a dewy French kiss with your g-spot. Blissful. âAnd here- ohhh, hereââ
He sounded so gone at this point. Rough. Cracking. You swear you catch a fleeting glimpse of his pearly whites watering with saliva, drooling as he hikes your hand about halfway up your tummy.Â
Wedging pressure right above an invisible line on your tummy. Where his stuttering hips were forced into halting, crownhead drenching the awaiting door to your womb with soppy molasses.Â
Tojiâs mutters sound painfully close to a plea - to a whine. âH-heh, this is where ya better ngh- hope yer on fuckinâ birth control after this, ma.â
â...â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Capital B.D.E.
Effortless.Â
It was effortless how every sensual scrape of Nanamiâs veined shaft had you seeing stars behind your shuttered eyes. Prying apart your gluey lips with a single daubing swipe of his plump, ruby-red tip; your cute cunt was practically crying all around his hefty girth.
âM-mooore- oh-â Your legs are ever-tightening around his dewy skin, surely slipping nâ sliding haphazardly if it wasnât for the beefy arm pinning them behind Nanamiâs slender hips. âKento- I wantâŚâ
âShhh. I know I know, my love.â Heâs hushing away the pearly tears spilling over from the corners of your crossed eyes, the fat pad of his thumb collecting all the salty droplets and plugging it into your lolling mouth for you to suck. âBut a-any more nâ this pretty girl right hereâs gonna ngh-â
Break.
Both your needy cunt and your dear husbandâs sanity, in fact.
Because saying that Nanami Kento was massive would be the understatement of the century - all long, proud ten inches. Twitching and leaking, sinking in such a sultry tempo past your tight, tight ring of muscle.Â
Desperately, your adhesive-like walls cling onto his throbbing length with not one, not two, but three barely-there squeezes. Spraying his scorching hot cock with a gleaming lather of slick, your heart races when you realize that he hasnât even fully bottomed-out yet.
âI can t-take it, Kenââ Youâre insisting with a cutely jutted-out lip that you already know heâs ruined for. His biggest weakness. And that cockdrunk little expression on your face makes him groan, â-give it all tâme, please?â
Nanami canât say a word.
Canât do anything but let his pretty amber eyes glaze over with somethingâŚferal. Oh, he was going to ruin you.
Tawny strands of his bangs stick to his perspired forehead and disarray into a brief curtain over his deep stare, and youâre catching the way that Nanamiâs lower lip quivers.
Wordlessly, heâs smearing two greedy palms underneath your thighs. They were so jittery in his grasp, being manhandled easily over the delicious curvature of Nanamiâs broad shoulders.Â
âKen- oh!â Every single ounce of breath lodged in your chest leaves you instantly in a murky gasp when he snaps his huling body in half and bends you down, down, down. Folding you into the most pliable mating press that leaves your under-thighs burning, and your head spinning.
âDeep breaths-â Heâs drawing an invisible line over your womb, where heâd measured heâd be thumping soon. Whispering, âDeep breaths, darling. Deep breaths- gotta it like a good girl. Take e-every inchââ
With one sharp smack! heâs bottoming out to hit the split-ended tip of his mushroomy cockhead against your deepest depths. Streaking down a buttery stream of possessive pre that splashes around your sponged cervix.Â
And thatâs when Nanamiâs doughy, latched-on fingerpads shake right on your velvety skin, Herculean body feverishly hot, lowly rasping gruffs leaving him in billowing gusts that fan your face. He was gone. Thatâs when he mutters, âOh.â
Then - only then - do you realize that your lovely husband isnât even looking at you. Heavily lidded eyes locked somewhere down in the hidden-away depths where his washboard abs were glissading against your front with every resounding pap! pap! pap!Â
âIâŚI can see it.â Nanami spits out and it sounds more like a growl. Hoarse. Broken. A warmly engulfing hand caresses your tummy - softly, softly. Before heâs flicking a thick thumb to nudge that lewd cylindrical bump and push-Â
Faster. Faster. Eyes never once looking away as if he was hypnotized by now. And he was - honestly, youâre wondering whether Nanami thinks heâs dreaming when he clasps your trembly hand to plant a pretty peck against your wedding ring. âI can- I can see it. Can see mâself inside ya- Fuck- what a slutty girl ya are, my love.â
Nanami Kento never stuttered.
Blinking away the sticky lacquer of tears on your lashes to see that your pussy was bloated - filled to the brim with so many numerous inches of Nanamiâs ballooned cock that youâre seeing him swell against your tummy. Your eyes widen at the perfect curvature of his globed head leaving wet smooch after smooch on every hidden nook nâ cranny.
Fuck.Â
Nanami was so big that he was making you bulge.Â
âD-didnât even know that could- didnât even-â In hurried, jerky motions, heâs pushing up his condensely fogged-up glasses even higher. Long lashes fluttering as he takes in the lecherous outline again. And again and again and again- âShit- shit, darlinâ. Hold on, I canât- fuck sâmaking me loseâŚcomposure.â
It was doing so much more than that.
Itâs like something in the ever-stoic Nanami had shattered into a zillion pieces.Â
Bustling you higher and higher up the springy mattress with each and every unapologetically battering ram. You swear you hear your joints pop! Heâs mazing into your sweetest spots, leaving wet dashes of pre cum topping soppy orifices that you didnât even know existed.Â
Harder. Still pushing down for that bulge of his cock messing up your insides.Â
Before you can even blink, heâs locking your bouncing ankles together with a single hand behind his head. Making you ogle at the rawly tight grip printing onto your skin, and the way that Nanamiâs big, shimmery biceps flex.Â
God- you blame the way he looks so unintentionally sexy for the way your stomach twists with your incoming orgasm. And the way your cockdrunken mouth slops open stupidly to utter, âMore. Rougher, Kento.â
Nanamiâs glassy eyes snap open- you were going to be the death of him. âR-rougher?â
SLAM!
The bed sings off a few splintered creaks! when Nanami strikes his freely open palm against the mahogany headboard and thrashes his teary, rotund tip against your most favorite g-spot - and so do you.
âShit- shit shit shit-â Youâre shrieking out in a waveringly shrill tone, a glowy trickle of saliva spilling from the loosened sides of your maw once youâre throwing your head back and cumming. And it hits you by surprise almost as it does your pulsing pussy. â-mpfh- c-cumming, Kenââ
Your fingers rover their way to scratch at Nanamiâs attractive blond undercut, as he fucks you through every white-hot spark of pleasure. So many.Â
And heâs skimming his own back over that sexy bulge, feeling the way the peaks of your bliss only make his cock thud your goopy core harder-
âS-sooo pretty when youâre full nâ dumb on my hah- cock, my love.â Heâs husking down at the sinful outline still pumping underneath your tummy, and it takes you a few sloppy seconds to realize that this is your Kento. Your sweet Kento - eyes crazed, lips snarled, blushing tip splitting you open when he only gets bigger. Animalistic. âBut youâll be even prettier nâ fuller as a mama, darling.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Earned it!
âSuguru- b-bulgeââ
âOh? Whaâs that?â Getoâs hot breath wafts right along with his heady cologne when he inches in just a bit closer to your tender ear. Sultry snickers clouding your brain, he dips his thumb gently up and down the base of your cunt. âCanât hear ya over this talkative pussy, gorgeous. Speak up.â
And you couldnât even if you wanted to - your loosely-hanging mouth flooded with fresh waves of mindless saliva, Getoâs own thick fingers prying your maw firmly shut. He was having such fun listening to the pretty noises still spilling stupidly from between his digits.Â
âNgh-â Youâre blabbering away, hips still bouncing on and on in his favorite reverse cowgirl. âTh-the bul- ah-â
âTh-th-the what?â Geto rolls his amethyst eyes, irises positively filling up with hearts at the way your ass was jiggling haplessly down onto his toned abs. Not that heâd admit it, of course. Each plap! of skin-on-skin making his unfairly attractive leer widen, âDonât make me say it again. Honestly- sâthis needy cunt the only thing you can hah- speak out of?â
And maybe it was the way that heâs leaning even further backwards to watch you - maybe it was the way that heâs letting his slender hips tilt just right to scrape a deep indent down your plush g-spot.Â
But it makes you halfway scream, âBulge! Th-the bulge, Suguruâ!â
Bulge? Bulge?
The only answer heâs letting off is one-too-many whopping thrashes of his plummy, mushroom head that ravenously scour open your slick-flooded walls and kiss right at the target of your womb. The runny patterns of his inflated veins scraping your sweetest spots. Again. And again. And again.Â
Honestly. Heâs grabbing both your arms behind your back to pound into you until your mouth runs over like a fountain. Dark brows raising at the way youâre still drivelling on and on about some b-bulge-
âDid I fuck ya hngh! stupid already or what?â The way his drawling words are seeped with such greedy rasps make your spraying cunt gush even more. With a low tut, heâs manhandling your glissading bodies until youâre facing that floor-length mirror specifically installed in front of your bed. Taking in every inch of that heavenly sight before him, âNow now, whatâs got you so-â
And then, for the first time ever in his life, Geto Suguruâs breath hitches.Â
Eyes widening, cerise, spit-glossed mouth parting - fuck, if he was any lesser man then he might just have been too dazed to stop from sinking his teeth into his lips and letting off a strained whimper.Â
Because right there about halfway down your pretty tummy - inches nâ solid inches about where he was drilling his swollen cock between your leaking slit - there was a bulge.Â
A puffy cylindrical outline that glues apart your saturated folds, bumps and grinds with every one of his ragged pounds. Big and true to what youâd been prattling nonsense about - was still prattling about. And Geto swears he could almost see the split-second his rounded, strawberry-pink tip hits your magical spots with a thundering squelch!
âO-oh.â Heâs breathing out, sculptured muscles flinching when his entire towering body wracks with a shudder. And itâs as if on autopilot - as if he doesnât even realize what heâs doing - when Geto traps the column of your neck into a rough headlock from behind. âYou really areâŚfilthy, girl. What a cuuute cock bulge.â
Youâre practically plastered against Getoâs muscled front now, head lolling drunkenly back against his cushy pecs. Spine bowed the perfect semi-circle, âCan- can feel you so ngh- deep inside, Suguru.â
âW-wellââ Getoâs groaning, as heaving and roughened as if heâd forgotten exactly how to speak. And heâs not that mean - rewarding you with a weighty wad of spittle right onto your bumpy tastebuds, â-I can see mâself all deep inside.â
And he could. And seeing it only made his penetrating stare cloud with even more absolute arousal.Â
Fuck- Geto couldnât believe his eyes. He couldnât look away. Oh, the things he could doâŚ
Couldnât do anything but outspread the curved rests of his kneecaps even wider across those damp, silken sheets. Angling his hips to hit the gooey bottom of your cunt with a few scorching hot spatters of pre, bloated balls hitting the dripping edge of your pussy with such cutely noisy thwacks!
You can feel the gentle mountains of his palm splay out over that particularly cylindrical outline, pressing down until you thought you were about to burst.Â
Bottomed-out - but now itâs like Geto was crazed. Pushing and pushing even when his bulky base hits your puffed-up lips in an innocent peck. Cobwebbed walls molding around his heated cock furiously-
âNow that you can h-heh- seeâŚâ Geto sighs out the words in a deep reverie, and yet the only thing deeper was the way that heâs rummaging your insides. Each stroke accompanied by a lazy drag of his veined shaft round nâ round your pussy. âHowâd you want me to fuck you- like this?â
With a wet spank right on the dewiest spot of your cunt, heâs straightening his spine before you can string together an answer.Â
And youâre fully at his mercy. Held up with one big, beefy forearm curled around your throat to manhandle your vision back, âOr like this- ohh look, gorgeous, mâreachinâ even deeper now. Your bulge got even bigger- Orrââ
Your vision tinges briefly with black when Geto pulls out with a swift fwop! Making the disappointed whine barely formulate on your lips before he flips you over onto your back and buries himself until you feel like youâre split-apart-
â-or this?â Youâre hearing from somewhere above you, and if you were any less mindlessly fucked then maybe youâd have realized the mean mating press that heâd folded you into. Dredging a palm âround that bloated bulge of his cock still there, âBecause we have alllll night to figure out which position takes me the- hngh- deepest.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - #EMO BOY
Choso looked so pretty like this - eyeliner smudging with every beaded tear slipping from his half-lidded eyes, his silvery split-slicked lips hanging open, dazed gaze never straying from your gorgeous face.Â
Well, your gorgeous face and the sight of those knotted masses of creamy white gushing like a fountain from between your thighs. Making Chosoâs red-tipped cock slip nâ slide with every splash of ribbony cum leaking from your cunt.Â
Such a mess. But heâs gotta make more space, right?
âP-pretty giiiirl.â Heâs giggling - giggling - at the curvaceous bulge outlining on your tummy. A delicate trickle of saliva sneaking its way down from the ends of his curled smirk at the bump, âP-prettiest girl in the entire world, baby. Got the prettiest lilâ pussy, tooââ
He always got so greedy whenever he stole a sneaky look at where your tummy was filled to the brim with all of him. Where he could stare at himself.
Depraved.Â
Youâre fluttering your lashes, never getting used to the way your sweet boyfriend could fuck you into the soft mattress until you felt shy. And the way he pumps out a few throbbing inches of his lustrous cock to leave three smack! smack! smacks! on your bawling pussy makes you whine. âSuch a sweet-talker- ngh, Cho.â
Oh, but Choso Kamo wasnât just sweet-talking you. He was dead serious.Â
Plumpened lips wobbling at the way you would even suggest such a thing, your breath hitches when Choso dexterously curls numerous slender digits around his hefty hilt to drag his fat cock up nâ down your clingy lips. Up and down up and down-
Right with the perfect aim to kiss the hooded tip of your pulsing clit with repeated smooches of his icy Prince Albertâs piercing. Only making you gush even more torrentials. Choso was filthy.
âMâs-seriousââ Heâs panting out a few heady whimpers, chest rumbling with a low ngh! after every stinging smack. It was driving the both of you completely mad. âPrettiest girl e-ever with my ngh- cock makinâ a mess of you a-andââ Your heart races at just how much he was babbling right now, cheeks burning brightly blossoming red. â-and that tummy bulge. Fuck- fuck jusâ looking at ya is gonna make me cum.â
âAh- Chosoââ Youâre squealing once he pumps you viciously full again, tight curvature of his thoroughly full ballsack hitting your cunt with a sharp spank!Â
And that wasnât all - oh, Choso was addicted to you- you really think that would be enough?Â
No, in the matter of mere nanoseconds, heâs rolling your gyrating bodies over until youâre straddling his slenderly toned hips. Thighs digging onto either side of his smooth mounds of flesh when Choso latches a needy hand onto your waist and pulls-
âShit- shit.â He feels himself getting oh-so-dizzy, chestnut locks splaying out like a halo all over the comfy pillowcase. Through long, dark lashes heâs gazing up at you with such sticky adoration, syllables lilting octaves upon octaves higher and choking. âRide me. P-please ride me s-so I can take my time ngh- admirinâ you.â
Youâre riding him and Choso doesnât think he ever wants you to stop.
The stretch is so massively wide that it takes you a few seconds to finally catch your breath, eager hips slipping nâ stumbling with the help of gravity to swallow up every long and girthy inch he could give. It was such a wonder he could even manage the words out - what with the way your gushing walls were milking him till Choso felt his heart stutter. âMmmâ so inflated w-with my cum nâ that big fucking cock, right? Right?â
Mewling, âY-yessââ
Rock-hard length heating up a few degrees more sweltering, he swears he can pinpoint the exact millisecond he spots that outlined protrusion and twitches. Letting off the barest whimper, âF-fuuuck I-I can still see it-â
âMhmâ?â Youâre humming out, fussing on your lower lip like a gummy to keep the breaking tremor from entering your voice already. You already knew how it drove him wild when you graze a few fingertips over the knobbly end of his mushroomed tip probing at your tummy. âYou mean- this? C-canât help that youâre so- ngh- big, baby.â
âNo- no no no- fuck!â Heâs gurgling out wetly, stubbly silver of his piercing scratching such a deeply parched itch at your geysering g-spot. âDonâtâŚdonât touch ah- it like that, babyâ sâgonna make meâŚcum.â
And he wants to swat your hands away - he wants to. But the only thing that he can manage to do is cover your fingers with his much-longer ones, practically drowning in his needy touch when he pins your hands to that contoured bump and presses down.
Lacing his fingers with your own, Choso canât believe that that was what had his ears ringing with a carmine-tinted blush.Â
The forecast was wet - and Choso was sure to keep it that way. Hooking one doughy pad of his digits to bully your bloated folds open and let trickling rivulets of cum weep out. They puddle out in buttery splotches on his flexing abs, rippling with every meeting drive up to meet your perfect tempo.Â
Glazing and flowing off the sides of his body and into the drenched mattress, âAnd- and I dunno if anymore will hck! fit inside your cute cunt if I cum again.â
He sounded so adorably genuinely worried, button nose crinkling at the way a few more globs of seed hit his drenched tufts of dark brown with every stripe of his piercing drawn on your inne spots. But Choso still couldnât take his eyes away from you - couldnât take his eyes away from where he could see himself-
âSâalright, Choââ Your hips jerk in sensual motions, still never faltering after each plap! Never slowing down even when Choso hoists his cottony head closer to make you grace his lolling tongue with a nice stream of saliva, âGive it a-all. Give it all tâme.âÂ
âTh-then take it-â Heâs snarling, and your body breaks out in a severe bout of goosebumps as the air stiffens and the lined tattoo on Chosoâs face elongates. âMilk me- hngh- m-milk me, pretty baby, ântil youâre s-so full you canât thinkâŚâ
When he cums itâs with his digits pressing powerful pressure down onto yours, groping and adoring where he was spurting out wiry ribbons of sloshing seed. That bulge. Adding to the mess of your sloppy pussylips painting little rings around his thickened base.
Once more. Twice more. Until you were a dripping wet mess. Fuck- at this point heâs registering the crackling work of his own cursed technique running into overdrive. Blood manipulation only making his aching cock harder and harder-
âFuck- I love you.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - âJust the tip.â
âOr, wellâŚâ It was almost infuriating just how much Sukuna didnât even have to try to make your needy pussy even needier. Merely wafting off a sleazy smirk, â-tips.â
âB-both?â Your arms weakly dangle onto his luxurious royal throne, lips pouting just the way it did when you got extra extra needy for him. And, damn, was that true tonight.
A hallowing spank right on the fleshy nub of your clit, âYeah- fuckinâ both. Gonna stretch this pretty lilâ hngh- pussy out âtill sheâs stupid.â
Youâre practically draped over his solid, sculptured body - eager hands palming at his rippling abs, head buried into the cushy valley between his pecs. His musky scent takes over your senses and makes your cunt twitch.
Every blabber spilling from your maw only lets the king know just how much more cockdrunk youâre getting with each passing second. Toying a few elongated nails over your hardened nipples as youâre heaving out an adorable, âKuna- donât know if sâgonna ah! fit- Gonna be ânough-â
He seethes, âNot gonna fit?â
And all you can manage to do is shake your head stupidly, shivers sliding down your spine at the feral intensity of his deep stare upon you. âN-no?â
âTch-â Sukunaâs drawling in a primally smug tone of voice, and something about it already had your perked ass shivering downwards in repeated sensual grinds. Rolling his devilishly crimson irises with such sass, theyâre matching the exact tempo he swirls his second, stacked divot around and around your tight entrance, â-my deepest apologies sânot ânoughâ, spoiled brat, but when I say mâgonna make it fit-âÂ
Oh.
With a sappy pop! heâs feeding you the fatly rounded curve of one more cock - neverendingly big, it felt like. And you couldnât get enough. No matter how much it felt like he was ruining you from the inside out.Â
â-I fucking mean it.â
Topping his mushroomed crowns with a quick lather of your flooding slick, he wastes absolutely no time bouncing two powerful knees to jerk your hips in a sloppy cadence. So hot and needy around him that Sukuna canât help but slip his twin hard cocks just a bit past the tip-
âSee?â Sukuna jerks his head to rest on top of one palm, tilting away mere degrees that would let him admire all of you. Well- not that heâd tell his puny human so. âTaking it like s-such a ngh- good girlâ take a few more inches like I know that filthy cunt wants to. Sheâs like a damn waterpark.â
âMore?â Your cries are shrill, pure anticipation and need cracking your words when two big, beefy arms latch around the fleshy mounds of your ass to push. âShit- shit, s-so biiiig- Kuna-â
âStop talking outta ya pussy, silly girl-â Heâs gritting his teeth at the clingy resistance, lavish second tongue open with want to plant a few pretty pecks on your plump clit. Letting your knees weaken, âSâonly gonna make me bigger. Good luck.â
And he wasnât lying.
Oh, no. Your leaden lids snap open once youâre feeling the probing throb of his ballooned-up shafts pry your gluey falls further and future open like his own personal puzzle, only getting hotter. Harder. Bludgeoning through your gluey walls and leaving cratering indents of his proud circumferences on your pulpy g-spot.Â
Youâre arching your spine into such a delicious curvature when your thunderous orgasm looms ever-closer. Trekking your palms onto his toned deltoids with a yelp-
âOioi- whereâd ya think youâre hah- runninâ off to?â Gifting a thorough spank on the side of your plapping ass, and a hand clawing the crown of your head to push you down. Unable to escape. Sukuna couldnât believe the way that only made you more drenched. Practically sobbing all over his lap, dirty girl. âYeah. Yeah. Big fuckinâ cocks, heh- arenât they, ma?â
With the barest head tilt, he can already spot a few inches more to go until he was really sunken into your warm depths. Careening up a hand to measure with two fat fingers - one steady at the base of your teary silt, the other stretching wider and wider - just to show off how far heâd be rummaging inside you-
Only to find out that- oh. He doesnât need to measure with his fingers after all.Â
Because sitting all prettily right then and there was such a lecherous bulge.Â
A proud inflation about halfway down your tummy where he was padding on a sultry outline of his bulging cocks. Stretching out your stinging pussy flaps, where he was disappearing in sappy thrusts, way past that- So big that he could count every fat thud into the syrupy orifices of your cunt from the outside.
âC-curses.â Sukuna whimpers - whimpers.Â
And the utter shock of it is so great that you find your dazed gaze tumbling downwards to where he was staring intently. Toes curling at the heavenly sight of him - making an indented bulge from all the way inside. âFuck- KunaâŚmore.â
âM-more?â Heâs whispering, narrowed eyes widening just a fraction at your words. And heâs looking and looking at you as if he canât look away. Crazed. Depraved. âMore? When ya complained about th-that?â
Of-fucking-course, Sukunaâs gonna fucking give you more.
And heâs gonna make you cum while heâs at it, too. Needing only a singular, vulgar stroke to stuff himself snugly between your glutinous walls until you swear you could feel his stacked shafts smooching your lungs. Finally bottoming out.
The stretch so tight - so maddening - and that bumped bulge at your tummy so much worse.Â
You simply canât help but collapse your shivering body down into his ready embrace, sinking the fringes of your teeth into your bottom lip when you throw your head back and reach your high. Finally.Â
Making such a filthy mess. Torrenting out a fountain of sheen that glimmers Sukunaâs muscled body until he was glistening in the dimmed lighting of the throne room. Until it pools at your knees and all over the luxurious cushion.Â
God- you think youâre seeing fractals explode all being your drunkenly shuttered lids. Bursting to and fro with every swipe of his leftly curved cockhead raking translucent streaks of precum along your cervix.Â
Every swashing smack of the gummy end of his tongue stretching past your pursed pussylips and lapping ounces upon ounces of your webbed juices. Your- fuck, it finally hits you, did you squirt?
With an abashed huff, youâre blinking your eyes just a crack open - but Sukuna didnât complain. Quite the opposite, in fact. âWanna find out if yâcan heh- ride my tongue, too, brat.â
⥠INO TAKUMA - Bottoms out- up?!
âW-woah.â
And it wasnât like any other of Inoâs usual moans - no. Right now, he sounded as if he was reverent. Lilting baritone straining away into nothing but a whisper, nothing but a prayer.Â
You could barely even hear it over the saturated squelch! of his hips finally bottoming out. Reeling back mere centimeters to bully back through your folds with a gluey snog. Decorating your sobbing entrance with a few wadded jets of precum once. Twice. âWoahââ
Youâre cracking your weightily-lidded gaze open, boring up at Inoâs crinkled sepia brows with a coo. Tugging through the stray flecks of chestnut strands plastered to his perspired forehead, âSomething wrong, Taku?â
And he can only shake his head. Furiously.Â
Words still a ball of lead in his throat - even more so when youâre staring deeply into his heart-shaped irises like that.
âI-I just-â Various strings of glistering drool detach when he throws his head back and lets off a husky groan. Eyes crinkling with something that looks like oh-so-feral pain, heâs resting his weight onto yours. Collapsing. Head tucking between your jiggling tits, â-just that- mommy- fuck! Pretty, mâmakinâ you h-have aâŚâÂ
Shit, he couldnât even bring himself to say it.
Couldnât bring himself to do anything other than latch his eyes down towards where he could see thatâŚbulge once more. Fuck, Ino was going to cum just from the sight of it.
âWhat do youâŚoh.â Oh, was right - was just about the only syllable accumulating on your lolling pinkish tongue. Right along with a freshly slicking wave of saliva at the way that Inoâs fattened cock was making your tummy bulge - a thick, cylindrical knot bumping up nâ down every time he was battering you with repeated rams. âY-youâre so pretty, Taku.â
The blush that dusts his handsome cheeks is adorable, and you can feel him pump your cushy walls full with copious parching webs of needy pre. Itâs like he was bawling inside of you. âIsâŚis this really me?â
Speaking to himself more than you at this point.
And itâs as if Inoâs in a trance - fully drunken on your pussy. Those mahogany eyes of his glaze over with a thick film of arousal, movements slow and sensual as he cranes inches down to give the sweltering skin near your extra-bumped tummy a lingering peck.
âH-hellooo, sweetness.â Murked pants tumbling out one after the other, and breezing over your papping mounds of flesh heatedly. After each and every pound. â-sâthis me? Am- am I the one giving you this cute ngh- belly bulge? Tell me- tell me, please-â
So impatient, so wild for you that he canât even wait until youâre gathering all your leftover breaths to formulate a coherent sentence.Â
Heâs rovering over one hand to tap at the buttony nub of your plumped clit, rolling in syrupy hearts that drive you breathless. âMâbegginâ, pretty. T-tell me how Taku hereâs making you feel with his ngh- cock, hm?â
âLove it- love it- ngh!â Youâre hiccuping through thickly viscous bouts of tears that warm your skin. Lapped up eagerly by a loving Ino, watching you with wide stricken eyes. âLove how youâre in so deep sâmakinâ me haaaah- have a tummy b-bulge.â
Ah, music to Inoâs ears.Â
Youâre pinned to the springing bedcoils by all of his lean muscle, meaty thighs shifting over yours to jostle your wrangle thighs even wider. Washboard as maddaging your front, fuck- he canât stop himself from pressing his weight down even harder to feel the bludgeoning back and forth of his long shaft.Â
âCan- can feel myself in there so deeeepââ Words shaky and tinging on a whine, youâve never ever seen Ino this flustered. This sloppy with every shovelling inch - heâs barely even pulling out, just pressing rapid, tight pushes of his rounded ruby tip against your elastic cervix. Like he couldnât even bear thrusting back. â-so h-hehâŚbig. Mâgonna ruin this cute cunt, sweetness. Sheâs never gonna forget me.â
Oh, and when Ino promises you something then itâs as good as done.
Because right now you can feel your sanity cracking bit-by-bit, a slow treacling spring of spittle making its way from your helplessly flapping mouth. Even more so when he unabashedly nuzzles closer to your mouth and spits.
You pant, âFuck- fucking me s-so good. Keep going, baby, keep goingââ
He was always so weak to the way youâd call him baby in that sweetly honeyed voice of yours. âS-say that again nâ mâgonnaâŚâ
A hand of yours glides down to give his tensed abs a smooth caress, and he flinches at the rays of bliss that bolt like lightning down his curved spine. Melding into pure euphoria when you drag one of his splayed-out hands to rest on your body - more specifically the bloated bump he was fucking into you. âMhmâ better not miss, Taku. Want it to make an even ah- bigger bulge.â
âOh.â Heart beat stuttering to the very same ba-dump as his aching pink tip was, sobbing out in wet spatters that stream from the very geyser in the middle. Heâs in love. âC-can weâŚhold hngh! hands when I cum, pretty?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - X-RAY.
â-extrasensory p-perception by my Six Eyes that shows all that cursed energy nâ beyond anything anyone else could see, so, I can see that-â Gojoâs cutting his own pussydrunken babbling off with a lazy scrape of his ruddied cockhead down your buttery-sheened walls. â-Iâll show up riiiight here.â
Oh, and true to the strongestâs words youâre blinking through your nth orgasm of the night to glimpse at the bloated tip of his furious cockhead, caving a lecherous indent right then nâ there on your tummy. A bulge.
And you swear that Gojo has never looked more smug, âMhmâ there. Fuck- right there. Donât even need this cute lilâ ngh- belly bulge ta know mâfucking you proper, sweetheart. But I wanna show off for my pretty girl, heh.â
Heâs insatiable.Â
Rubbing the thickened pad of his thumb over that pre-topped mushroom crownhead of his. Leaving repeated sappy kisses down your targeted magical spots - every single one that he doesnât even have to try to swab a sultry circle down.Â
âS-such a freak, Toruââ Youâre finding yourself whining - so much more breathless than youâd have liked but what can you do when heâs pinning you to the bouncy mattress with battering rams. Your poor pussy practically leaking, Â â-y-you probably know when mâgonna cum, too.â
And, you were prattling off any snappy syllable you could string together. Really. You werenât serious.Â
But when Gojo arches one immaculately cloudy brow, skidding a sticky thud thud thud of his ballooned strawberry divot right into your sweetest spot, you already know youâre fucked.Â
Shit.
Completely and utterly soon-to-be ruined when heâs wrenching out a streaming spray of sappy slick from right between your thighs. Rendering your orgasm building up desperately with only numerous indecent strokes, âOh, you thought that was a haaah- joke?â
Itâs all you can do to blubber through, knees weakening with disbelief. âI-IâŚâ
âThe st-strongest fucked you hngh! stupid already, huh?â Lapis lazuli irises rolling- fuck, he had to hide the way your gummy walls made his eyes slide to the back of his lids some what or the other. Slender fingers buzzing with a tinge of cursed energy when he swipes over your clit and taps. âAlready know this turns ya on, filthy girl.â
Youâre squirming helplessly on the bed, your gooey thighs cracking further and further open with every cute lilâ heart heâs painting on that pulpy nub. âTh-thatâs just cheatingâŚâ
But Gojo Satoru wasnât done.
âAnd I knooooowââ God, if he didnât have his meaty thighs pressed up against yours - reeling back nâ forth to pump your velvety walls all full of his veined, girthy inches - then you swear he wouldâve been kicking his feet. Sing-song baritone cracking with a crazed giggle, â-oh, sweetheart, you h-have no idea what I know.â
Did you even want to know at this point?
Roughened groans only growing more ragged, sloppy strikes prying open your glutinous walls even wider. Until your bawling folds were puffy and raw with every peaking massage of his inflated veins.Â
Until heâs letting off two straight thwacks! of his mountained fingertips right where heâs tunneling past your sappy entrance and molding out an addictive tummy bulge.Â
âI know youâre oh-so-close right now- ngh-â Heâs drawling, inching over to nip his teeth dangerously down the urgent throb of your pulse. Huffing and puffing breath as hot as his flushed body was right now. Rumbling purrs tremoring down your curved spine, âThat it makes this cute ah! cunt f-fucking horny when I dooooâ this.â
Making you gasp with a bulky bash of Gojoâs rounded tip against your g-spot, probing a little crater deeply into your sponged depths. Before silking out a stringy bout of pre and dragging a loooong line up to your cervix.Â
Again. And again. And again and again-
âNâ right here-â Daubing over his favorite outlined bulge, âSâwhere mâruininâ this tight pussy with a hck! biiig stretch- and here-â From the hazy hinges of your eyes youâre catching his own adorn with stray bolts of lighting. With stray strands of insanity. Leering grin growing ever-wider and wider, he draws an invisible line over where his rock-hard cock was hammering the very door to your womb. â-sâgonna be where I make- make you my c-cumdump. Hehhhh, yeah- can see it a-already.â
Your hips jerk off of the cottony sheets, now puddled with your geysering slick and sweat. Perching your legs even higher upon his naked waist, your heels dig into his sculpted obliques had enough to bruise.Â
âWant itââ Youâre letting your head loll stupidly, pathetic whines the only thing that can drip intelligently from your tongue at this moment. â-want it so bad! Ah!â
Sloppier. Faster. And by the trembling little crack in his deep octaves, by that unintentionally sexy look on his face he only gets in battles, youâre wondering which one of you is the most gone right now.Â
He rovers a palm over to cup your perked clit, âAlready know that ngh- Can see that this sâgonna make your hngh- cunt swell even cuter and this-â Freshly lacquered tips of his digits twirling âround and âround that swollen hood, youâre counting one crash - two - three - six right into your tenderized g-spot. Before heâs pinching- â-this is gonna make you cum.â
And when has the strongest ever been wrong?
Before you know it, youâre sugarcoating Gojoâs entire length with flooding torrents of slick. Eyes flashing hot white and red before your head throws back with a shrilling moan of Satoruâ
Trembling legs being plastered and glissaded ever-tighter against his rippling muscles. Spurting jets of your bliss crashing into you headfirst. Maybe youâre squirting, maybe youâre not - you canât even see because fuck- when did the lightbulbs shatter?
The thought barely articulates in your mind before Gojo snatches you out of your fuzzy reverie by drilling his index hard against his silhouetted jackhammers.Â
Manicured fingernail drawing a languid line up, up, up-
âRight here-â Heâs putting a mere fraction of his strength into pressing down a circumference of pressure right where Gojoâs vicious cock was fucking you through your high. Right where he was ending off each thrust with a resounding thud! against your cervix - your womb - Â that leaves your mind blank. His favorite girl. His favorite place. Heâs all but giggling â-here- sâwhere my favorite domain ta expand is, sweetheart.â
â...â
⥠HIGURUMA HIROMI - Stuffinâ 3
âAwww, angel, donât tell me youâre heh- tapping out already?â Higuruma leaves off numerous sharp spanks against the plapping mounds of your thighs. The meaty plane of his greedy palms covering little massages, âAfter I just fucked this ngh- cute lilâ tummy bulge into ya.â
Higuruma thinks youâve never looked prettier - well, his dear wife is always beautiful.Â
But something about the way youâre huffing and puffing at him, splayed out all on his lux office chair, grappling your nails to rake expensively all over his leather cushion.Â
But he didnât give a shit. Not when he had you exactly where he wanted like this.
Thighs straining with tired ache, spine curved oh-so-sweetly into his ready touch, your sopping cunt bouncing to taste each nâ every inch of his reddened cock. Oh, this was heaven. Fucking his currently-annoyed lilâ wife until you couldnât even remember your own name.
And heâs finding himself looking over a busy document heâs sure is important, cocoa eyes dusking over with a lecherous twinkle.Â
âMmmâ still mad at me, sugar?â Heâs drawling with that rasped tone that makes your adhesive-like wall clench, fat pearls of your sticky slick escaping from the sides of your sappy slit and puddling into a glossy ring around his hefty base. Youâre gasping when he rubs his ice-cold wedding ring against your dripping lips, âYâknow mâsorry I ngh- took overtime on our date night. But mâhere- hah- haaaahââ
Youâre squirming at just how adoringly he leaves with a few thorough smears of his fat thumb down the teary line of your cunt. Wetting a viscous layer of slick that dribbles all the way down to his flexible wrist, he draws a translucent line of gloss up, up, up till heâs smudging the rotund bump leaving heavy-duty nudges against your weeping walls. â-heh riiiight here. Nâ mâgonna make it ah- up to you. Promise.â
Your brows furrow so adorably- fuck, it makes him dewdrop a few gummy puddles of scorched pre. âHmpfââ
Bouncing his muscular thighs - clothed thighs, still in his smart office slacks - so that youâre forced to jerk along with his rugged tempo. Higuruma always fucked so filthy.Â
Hot, vicious pounds. A few doughy tips of his thick fingers stroking the thumping ends of that tummy bulge he loved so very much. Nuzzling at just the right angle for his silver suit cuffs to nudge your fleshy clit.Â
It didnât help to even sink the edges of your teeth into your unsteady lower lip. Because solely a long, harsh drag down your soppy g-spot - that your husband knew too well - makes you whine, âFuck- ngh- there, Hiroââ
Up and down until your slobbery hole was latering a candied layer of sweet, sweet juices all the way from his leaking strawberry divot till that neat black happy trail. Grinding your plump clit along his flexed abs, âThere there- let it out, let it alllll out for your Hiromi here.â
Shit- heâs wondering in the melty depths of his brain whether you even realized you were bustling yourself to milk his furious cock that way.
Spraying out an overspilling squirt of slick with every slam! youâre planting down on his lap. Mazing apart your muggy walls to pry into every hidden orifice you could find - even ones that you didnât even know existed until Higurumaâs swollen girth probes a few lightning-bolted veins into those exact bullseyes.Â
âSh-shit- hah!â You canât stop your traitorous tongue from echoing out, leaning in to gulp in flavored breaths of Higurumaâs heady cologne. âMâs-still a-angry atââ
âMhmmâ?â Oh, he knew what he was doing. Hiding away the devious edges of his sleazy smirk with that document, you were just so adorable when youâre teased like this. Fluttery eyes narrowing once he keeps pretending to read, âOh? What was hngh- that, angel?â
Fucking you stupid.Â
You couldnât feel anything other than the purely cottony bliss that came with his splotchy circle being drawn on top of your battered and bruised womb. The sugary taste of your high building up and up and up- âTh-that mâstill- oh, Hiromi- feels so good-â
âExactly what I thought, sugar.â He chuckles out something dark, curdling at the raspy back of his throat. Tilting back in his chair ever-so-slightly to let you lean your weight into his toned front. Teasing his paper in front of you, âNow nowâ let me get back to my hah-â
Shit- Higuruma Hiromiâs searing eyes widen, he catches his sexy bass wavering, cut off for the first time in thirty-something years when youâre bringing up a hand to your bloated tummy bulge and pushing-
âO-oh.â Heâs scrambling with a few webbed wads of saliva to coat his parched throat, struggling to keep the pure whimpering awe away from his words. âAngel- angel, what are you- oh.â
But your sultry smirk only gets wider, your gyrating motions only sloppier. Thumbing over where youâre sure youâd mapped out the sneaking ridge of Higurumaâs sensitive slit, âWhat was that, dear husband?â
Ah, he can feel the pearly beads of sweat spattering along his forehead now. A slow trickle of thin drivel springing from the wobbly corner of one mouth, hips perching off of the dampened seat in a one-two-three staccato. âAngelâŚangel- mâs-sorry I teased- ngh!â
Two could play that game - and Higuruma was completely nâ utterly failing right now.
Such a pretty loser with his uncharacteristically-dishevelled locks, steadily flushing cheekbones, staring right into your eyes with every pound of his mushroomy tip leaking against your innermost depths. Hot. Sopping. Shivering after every clench you were mercilessly bestowing on his puffy shaft.
âMy wife-â
âHmmm?â
âFine- fine-â Higuruma grits out, jaw clenched so tightly that you were half-wondering in a cockdrunken little haze whether he couldnât taste iron already. Plush pecs rollercoastering in repeated heaves after every buck, âGâna fill you u-up, sugar.â Palming his own set of fingers over yours, over that rummaging cylindrical outline. âMake you even fuller- would ya like that? Would that make you happy, hm?â
His vigor so dizzying and addictive that it takes you every ounce of will in your boneless body to nod your unbalanced head, âYes- yes. D-donât miss inside, Hiromiâ!â
âWell thenâŚâ And you swear you catch the barest curl of such a saccharine sweet smirk on his kiss-bitten lips. â-get ready. Here it comes, angel.â
And no warning in the world could have ever prepared you for the steadily gushing waterfall of buttery seed that invades your insides. Gooey patches of cum drip down to his formal pants, helping you slip and slide down his reddening shaft to milk out every single creamy ounce possible.Â
So sweltering hot. So much of it - itâs as if heâs never cum this hard in his entire life.Â
Higuruma can feel himself shaking, sensory tips of his fingers digging and budging that bloated outline being fucked deeper nâ deeper into you. Fat balls clenching once your velvety walls clamp down clingily and you cum-
âThaâs it, thaaatâs itââ Heâs droning through wet chuckles. Thumbing over to feel for the splats! of fountaining cum that slosh about your every nook. Overtaking you. His pretty wife. Flooding your mushy tastebuds when he plugs your whining maw shut with those very same lustrous digits, âSoon yer gonna be even more stuffed, mama.â
[đđ] :: clinging to true form!sukuna âtil he gets sick of it :: tags. concubine!reader. fluff. size diff. reader gets called âgirl, bratâ
âyâre annoying me, girl,â sukuna grumbles as he walks to the courtyard. you had magically appeared behind him the moment he stepped out of his room to get some fresh air.
you flash him an apologetic smile, âiâm sorry, my lord.â
youâre not actually sorry, sukuna knows, though he doesnât comment on it. itâs been like this ever since a week or two ago. he canât recall why youâre suddenly so much more affectionate.
he doesnât wait for you, however, and takes big strides towards the courtyard. if your little legs canât keep up, that isnât his problem.
you frown and take on the challenge. you increase your pace and nearly start rushing after him. you lift your kimono to make sure you wonât trip over the fabric.
sukuna canât believe that a human like you dares to even be in his presence for so long. he didnât call for you, so why are you adamant on staying with him?
he concludes that something must be up, âwhatâd you want from me?â
there hangs a silence between you two afterwards. sukunaâs slow yet heavy footsteps reverberate through the hallway, followed by your quick and light ones.
you pout as you notice that the king of curses isnât even sparing you a glance, ânothing at all. i just like to be with you.â
you add the latter as an afterthought. you donât expect sukuna to react to that, so you continue to trail behind him into the courtyard.
âtch,â you hear him scoff in annoyance. youâre sure he doesnât mean any actual harm by that, so you donât take it personally.
sukuna eventually sits down on the engawa, where the servants have placed the comfy zabuton cushions. thereâs always one for you as wellâright next to sukunaâs. itâs become a habit for the maids to include you in sukunaâs daily routines, because youâre always with him.
you eye your own cushion, though donât make an effort to actually sit down on it. sukuna stares ahead, not bothered to notice you at the moment. you look down at his lap, recalling just how perfectly you can fit on it.
you donât waste any more time and plop down on his thick thighs, your back against his chest. sukunaâs brow twitches at the sudden contact. his bottom pair of eyes look down at you whilst the upper ones keep looking ahead aimlessly.
âget off me,â the king of curses commands through a low tone.
sukuna doesnât push you off, however. that alone tells you enough; heâs tolerating your behaviour. as per usual. or perhaps he secretly likes your proximity.
you shall never know which of the two it actually is.
ânooooooo,â you exaggerate with a whine. you donât want to.
you wrap both of your arms around one of sukunaâsâclinging onto him like your life depends on it. he simply responds by sighing.
you know sukunaâs able to grab you by the collar and force you to sit down on the cushion beside him, but he doesnât. your heart flutters every time he shows tolerance to your clingy behavior. it means that maybeâjust maybeâheâs opening up to the idea of being more affectionate with you.
âsuch a fuckinâ brat,â sukuna puts one hand on your waist, the others supporting his weight on the engawa. he grumbles, but there are clear signs of him relaxing with you in his presence.
you chuckle at the realisation and swing your legs in excitement. sukuna unexpectedly bites your ear in response to your increased activity on his lap, âstay still or iâll kick you off.â
you let out a small whimper as you feel his fangs gently sick into your earlobe. you jolt back and rub the skin with your hand, looking up at sukuna with a playful frown before teasing him back.
you roll your eyes and answer him with a firm yet mocking, âsir yes, sir!â
sukuna clicks his tongue at your tease. you answer him like heâs some general in the military. thatâs not the kind of relationship he has with youâitâs more than that. even though he knows youâre joking, he dislikes it when you call him anything other than âmy lordâ, âmy kingâ, or just his name.
he finds great satisfaction in the way you refer to him as such. youâre the only one who can make sukuna grin each time you remind him of his status and the power he has over you.
the power dynamic; itâs addictive.
he needs more of it.
sukuna reaches out to grab your face with one hand, but youâre quick to pull your head back the moment you see that intimidatingly big hand coming down onto your vision.
you clear your throat and apologise, âi meanâyes, my lord.â
the king of curses hums in content. that title is exactly what he had been looking for.
he retracts his hand and settles it back down on your waist, patting your sides twice to show his satisfaction with your obedience.
you stop squirming around in his lap and simply lay back down in his arms. you close your eyes and nearly fall asleep because of the comfortable atmosphere. the slight breeze against your face is relaxing and perfectly compliments the warmth from sukunaâs body.
katsuki cannot handle it when you ride him, even though he'll tell you otherwise. he's boastful the first time, all cocky and eager, confidence just dripping from his voice as he gets comfortable on the bed.
but as soon as he feels you sink onto him, legs on either side of his hips and hands resting on his shoulders, it's as if all his self-control is gone.
and for a while, he can handle it. he can keep up with you and help you move against him. but his resolve is no match for your stamina and the sweet sounds of your voice in his ear.
when you lean forward, hugging his body to yours, face pressed into the hollow of his neck and all he can hear are your moans and whimpers in the shell of his ear, he's a goner :(
he knows it and so do you.
his heart practically beating in his throat, eyes bloodshot and his forehead dewy. it's like he's paralyzed. completely in awe as he watches himself disappear inside you. over and over again.
not even you calling his name can take him out of this trance, nor the way you plant kisses on his face as a check for a sign of life â he's completely lost in you and would never dare to find his way back.
His strong arms had your thighs hooked his shoulders, and yanking your hips forward until your pussy was pressed right against his mouth. No teasing, no soft kisses â just pure hunger.
His tongue dragged heavy and flat up your entire slit, tasting every drop of how wet you already were.
He groaned at loud at your taste and buried his face in between your thighs, mouth open wide, licking and sucking like he was trying to devour you. His tongue pushed inside your hole, fucking in and out in deep, messy strokes while his nose rubbed hard against your clit.
âFuck⌠youâre so wet already,â he muttered against your pussy, voice low and rough. âTastes so fucking good.â
Bakugou got louder, sloppier. Wet slurping sounds filled the room as he ate you like he was starved. He shook his head side to side, tongue flat and fast, coating his lips, chin, and cheeks in your slick.
Two thick fingers slid into you without warning, pumping deep and hard while his mouth locked onto your clit, sucking it hard between his lips.
You moaned loud, back arching, but he just gripped your thighs tighter and pulled you even closer, smothering himself in your pussy.
He was making a complete mess of your cunt. Every time his fingers thrust in, more slick gushed out around them, coating his hand and wrist.
He pulled his fingers out for a second, spread your pussy open with his thumbs, and spit directly on your clit before diving back in. His tongue flicked fast and aggressive over your clit while his fingers returned, curling deep inside you, hitting that spot over and over.
âShit, listen to how wet you are,â bakugou groaned against you, the words vibrating right against your pussy. âYouâre dripping all over my fucking face. Good girl⌠keep making a mess like that.â
He got even more aggressive, sucking your clit hard while his fingers fucked into you faster. The sounds were filthy â loud squelching, heavy slurping, his low groans mixing with your moans. Your thighs started shaking around his head, but he didnât let up. If anything, bakugou held you tighter, forcing you to take every aggressive lick and thrust.
Your hips were grinding against his face now, chasing the feeling, and he loved it. Your fingers gripped his hair and pulled him closer, desperate for more. He moaned into your cunt, encouraging you, letting you use his tongue however you needed.
âDonât stop,â he growled, barely pulling his mouth off you to talk. âI want this pussy soaking me. Cum on my face baby.â
The pressure kept building fast. His fingers were relentless, curling and pumping deep while his tongue flicked and sucked your swollen clit without mercy. You were trembling hard, legs shaking uncontrollably around his shoulders. He could feel you getting close, so he doubled down, sucking harder, fingers moving faster, burying his face so deep he could barely breathe.
You came hard. Your whole body tensed up as the orgasm crashed through you. You gushed all over bakugouâs tongue, soaking his face completely. He kept his mouth open, licking and drinking up everything you gave him while your juices ran down his chin.
âThatâs it baby, donât fucking stop cummingâ He didnât pull away even for a second. He kept licking and sucking through your orgasm, dragging it out, making you shake and whimper as wave after wave hit you.
He groaned loudly into your pussy the whole time, clearly loving how much you were soaking him. Only when your legs went limp and you started twitching from overstimulation did he finally slow down.
Bakugou gave your pussy a few more long, slow licks, cleaning up every drop that tried to escape, before pulling his face back slightly.
His entire lower face was wrecked â shiny, dripping, lips swollen and red. Strands of your slick connected his mouth to your pussy before they broke as he pulled away. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, breathing heavy, but the smirk on his wet lips said everything.
âFuck⌠thatâs what I wanted,â he said, voice hoarse. âMade such a mess all over my face.â He looked at how wrecked you and your pussy were with a smirk proud his work.
99 problems, but a wet dream ainât one | katsuki b.
summary: katsuki had a wet dream about you â and now he canât get the image out of his hea, no matter how hard he tries. and when you find out? youâre sure as hell not making it easy for him.
warnings: best friend!katsuki, best friend!reader, reader is shameless, reader is down BAD, teasing, flirting, cursing, dirty talk, wet dream, smut, blowjob, gagging, spit, dom!katsuki, bratty!sub!reader, degradation, âthis is a bad ideaâ typa fic, MDNI;
wc: 2,3k
Katsuki Bakugou has a best friend problem.
And it isnât the kind of problem that can be solved by just talking about it, like normal friends do.
No. This is pretty difficult to solve.
Why?
One, because Katsuki doesnât even talk about feelings or problems most of the time. He just bottles them up until something new appears and then forgets about whatever bothered him before.
And two, he definitely wonât talk about how a wet dream with his best friend made him feel.
Yeah. A wet dream.
He hasnât had one of those since he was a fucking teenager, and it makes him feel so stupid. He is a grown man, for Godâs sake. An established pro-hero. A respected one. And more recently?
A fucking loser.
A loser who now struggles to even meet your eyes while youâre having a simple conversation, because every time he does, he remembers how you looked in his dream â naked and sweaty and so fucking eager to suck him off.
And of fucking course his mind wanders furtherâ
Would your mouth feel that good in reality?
Would it turn him on that much to have you on your knees between his legs?
Would your moans really sound that divine while doing your best to bring him towards pleasure?
Willâ
âEarth to Katsukiii,â you suddenly speak, waving a hand in front of his face, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him jolt slightly, his body shifting backwards on the couch.
âWhat!?â His head snaps towards you instantly, his hand coming up to slap yours away, ignoring the warmth that lingers from the brief contact.
âI have been talking to you,â you frown, scooching closer to him, leaning forward slightly, trying to catch his gaze. âWhatâs the matter?â
âNothinâ,â he shrugs, but his body tenses the moment your chest brushes against his arm.
âYouâre even pissier than usual,â you remark with a raised brow, studying him carefully. He scoffs.
âYouâre imagining things,â he replies way too fast.
You frown deeper, squinting your eyes as you shift even closer, intentionally closing the space between you. You donât miss the way he immediately leans away.
âWhy do you run from me?â you ask, tilting your head.
âI like my space, weirdo,â he mutters under his breath.
âI like your space too,â you tease, nudging your knee against his.
He instantly moves his knee away.
âShut up and watch this damn movie,â he rolls his eyes, trying to focus anywhere but you.
âKats.â
No answer.
âKatsuki,â you insist again, leaning in and poking his cheek with your finger.
You feel it â the tension.
You notice the way his hands curl, palms balling into fists as he takes a slow, deep breath, clearly trying to keep himself together.
âWhatâs up with you?â you push again, your voice softer this time, but more insistent. You move even closer, until heâs practically cornered at the end of the couch, your body fully pressing into his.
âTell meee,â you drag out, nudging him lightly. âWhatâs bothering you?â
âYouâre bothering me,â he finally snaps, his tone sharp and annoyed, making you blink in surprise. âEven in my fuckinâ dreams,â he adds with a frustrated groan, dragging a hand through his hair, making it messier than it already was.
âWhat?â you ask, caught off guard. âYou dreamt about me?â
âAre you deaf?â he rolls his eyes, letting out a short, dry chuckle.
Thenâ
Something shifts.
A slow, almost mischievous grin spreads across your lips.
âWhat kind of dream did you have?â you ask, lowering your voice slightly as you lean closer, your gaze locking onto his.
Before he can react, you move.
In one smooth motion, you swing your leg over him, then the other, settling yourself directly in his lap, your thighs resting on either side of his muscular legs.
His mouth parts slightly, frozen halfway open, one eye twitching as he stares up at you, completely caught off guard.
âCome on,â you push again, shifting slightly on his lap, your clothed core brushing against his crotch through his jeans.
âDid you have a wet dream?â you ask playfully, clearly teasing, not thinking anything of it â but the moment he flinches, looking away instead of snapping back at you, your smile falters just a bit.
âDid you really have a wet dream of me?â you ask again, this time more serious, your eyes searching his face.
âPiss off,â he mutters, avoiding your gaze.
âOh my god⌠I want to know right now,â you nudge him again, more insistent this time.
âI ainât telling you shit, now get off of me,â he says, though his hands find your hips, gripping them instinctively.
You place your hands over his, pressing them down, smirking slightly.
âYou know⌠if you tell me what it was about⌠maybe I can help,â you shrug casually, as if you didnât just drop that.
He stares at you, completely dumbfounded, like you just said the most insane thing heâs ever heard.
âYou gotta be joking,â he says, forcing a smile that doesnât quite reach his eyes.
âWhy would I be? Itâs not like I donât find you hot or anything,â you add, shifting slightly again in his lap.
That stirrs something in him.
He hisses under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening without him even realizing it.
âIâm still not telling you,â he mumbles, jaw clenching.
âOkayâŚâ you hum. âIâll guess.â
You take a moment to think, thenâ
âWas I on all fours? Were you fucking me from the back? I know you like doggy style⌠or maybe something else? Like missionary? Or cowgirl?â you ramble, mostly to yourself, watching his reactions closely. âHow aboutââ
âIt was a goddamn blowjob, now shut up,â he groans, his head falling back against the couch with a dull thud.
âOh,â you pause, blinking. âA blowjob,â you repeat thoughtfully, tilting your head slightly.
âHow was I able to fit all of that in my mouth?â you add, genuinely thinking about it.
He groans louder this time, hands leaving your hops and dragging them down his face.
âYou are killing me, woman,â he mutters, voice strained, making you giggle softly.
âSo you want it?â you ask, watching him closely.
He makes a pause, completely baffled.
Thenâ
âThe hell? Who asks their best friend to suck them off?â he snaps, glaring at you.
âWho dreams of their best friend sucking them off?â you shoot back instantly, raising a brow.
âSmartass,â he scoffs.
âPervert.â
âOh, Iâm the pervert? Not you, whoâs been grinding on me for the past minutes?â he shoots back.
âI only suggested it because you seem stressed lately,â you say, your tone softer now, but still teasing. âAnd you clearly donât wanna talk about feelings. Maybe I can help some⌠other way⌠you know?â
He goes quiet.
Really quiet.
His brows pull together as he stares at you, his expression shifting into something more serious, more conflicted â something you canât quite read.
Youâve never seen that look on him before.
Not like this.
Thereâs hesitation.
Something heavy sits behind his eyes.
âYou better not make me regret this,â he mutters finally, his voice lower now.
Your brows lift slightly, tilting your head. You didnât know what to make of this words.
âWhaâ what?â
His hands tighten on your hips, making you shift against his crotch for the nth time.
âGet on your knees.â
âNow?â You ask baffled.
âYes, now. Iâm in the mood and itâs your fault,â he reminds you.
You bite your lip to repress a smile.
Instead of a snarky comment, you just nod quietly and get off his lap. He spreads his legs wider the moment you move, watching you closely as you lower yourself onto your knees, settling between his muscular thighs.
Your palms come up to touch them, fingers gripping the material of his jeans as you slowly move them up and down, feeling the tension in his body, trying to ease it just a little.
You take your time.
Slowly moving upward, dragging it out, making it feel like it takes forever to reach his crotch⌠then his belt.
You start unbuckling it, your movements slow, all while looking up at him â watching the way he stares down at you, jaw tight, lips pressed together, hands resting stiffly at his sides.
You slide the belt out of the way, then undo his zipper, finally revealing his black boxers. Something hard brushes against your hand and he hisses above you, his breath catching.
Your fingers dip under the material and drag it down, exposing his happy trail that leads down to his cock. His own hands come down to help, pushing his jeans and boxers lower, lifting his hips just enough. The fabric bunches at his thighs, out of the way.
And thenâ
His cock springs free.
Long. Thick. Prominent veins running along the length of it. The tip flushed a reddish color, already leaking with pre-cum.
âCâmon, dig in,â he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips as his hand comes to tangle in your hair, pushing you slightly forward.
You donât rush.
You lean in slowly, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, feeling the way he reacts instantly â his breath hitching, a quiet hiss slipping past his lips as you glance up at him through your lashes.
Your tongue slides out, dragging along his length, long, intentional strokes, collecting the pre-cum as you go. His fingers tighten in your hair.
âDonâtâ be such a tease, damn it,â he grits out, voice rougher now, the veins in his neck more visible as he looks down at you.
You let out a quiet chuckle, but you give in.
Enough teasing.
You part your lips and guide him in, taking him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch, relaxing your jaw as you go, until the tip presses against the back of your throat.
You pause there for a second, breathing steadily through your nose, adjusting â letting your body relax around him.
Then you start moving.
Slow at first.
Pulling back just enough before taking him in again, setting a rhythm, your tongue flattening along the underside, tracing the veins, working with each movement.
Spit and pre-cum mix together, making everything smoother, your lips sealing tightly around him.
All the while, your eyes stay on him.
Watching everything.
The way his teeth catch his lower lip. The flare of his nostrils. The crease forming between his brows as he tries to hold himself together. Low grunts slip past his lips, restrained, controlled â but you can tell heâs holding back.
That only makes you pick up the pace.
Your head starts bobbing more steadily, your movements more confident, more precise. Tears sting lightly at your eyes from the burn of your throat, but you donât stop â you just adjust your breathing, keeping the rhythm consistent.
You want to hear him.
Really hear him.
âYou happy now?â he asks, breath uneven, voice rough. âHaving a mouth full of me?â
You let out a muffled moan around him in response, the vibration traveling through him as your tongue moves again, your pace never faltering.
âYou greedy brat,â he chuckles, though his voice strains. He knows you â you like this, like putting on a show, like pulling reactions out of him.
His hips twitch upward when you increase your speed, your nails digging slightly into his thighs to steady yourself as his fingers tighten in your hair.
Sweat starts to bead at his forehead, sliding down as strands of blond hair stick to his skin.
âMhmâ keepâ keep going,â he finally groans, his control slipping just a bit more.
You keep the same pace, consistent, precise, working him up without losing rhythm, your tongue and lips working together, spit and pre-cum already dripping down your chin. But is all worth it when you feel itâ
The twitch.
The tension building.
A few more precise movements, a slight change in pressure, and thenâ
He breaks.
âFuck, fuck, gonn aââ
His words are cut off as a low, deep moan escapes him. He releases, his body tensing as he spills hot loads of cum into your mouth. He closes his eyes at the feeling, barely able to keep his lips sealed.
For a moment, he doesnât move, his orgasm washing over him, then â he finally looks at you. You were still on your knees, still sucking and slurping like your life depended on it.
âFuckinâ hellâ youâre takinâ everything,â he lets out a weak, breathy laugh. And it was true, you make sure to not let anything go to waste.
You suck him dry.
And he lets you â for a short while.
Only when the sensitivity kicks in does he tug at your hair, trying to catch his breath and helping you catch yours.
âShitâ too muchââ he groans, needing another second to breathe, to recover as you pull away, licking your lips slowly, cleaning the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand as you look up at him.
Taking him in.
Heâs leaned back against the couch now, hair messy, chest rising and falling steadily, his cock flushed and glistening, resting against his stomach now. His pants and boxers are still pushed down around his thighs as he spreads his legs, taking a lot of space like usual.
But he wasnât the only one looking messy⌠he noticed your state too.
And fuck if it wasnât the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen.
Your hair was deshiveled from his grabbing, your cheeks were flushed, lips plump and glistening with fluids⌠you looked so fucking pretty like this â on your knees for him, having his cum down your throat and looking at him with teary eyes â a sign of how hard you tried to take him.
You remain on the floor even if it wasnât the most comfortable place, still close to him.
âSoâŚâ you finally break the silence softly.
His eyes snap back to yours, still catching his breath.
âWas this better than your dream?â you ask with a raised brow and a teasing grin.
But he wonât give you want to want. He already gave you enough.
He just scoffs at your question, rolling his head slightly to the side, trying to hide his smile.
yk when ovulation is kicking ur ass n ur crazy horny and nothing is helping,, yeah that's what this is. ao3
cw -> 18+ mostly pwp, bestfriend!katsuki, kinda shy!katsuki, katsuki and reader are both 18+ and 3rd year ua students (or university!ua au, all that matters is ur in dorms), ovulating reader, mutual pining, mentioned/referenced masturbation, explicit consent, fingering + oral (reader receiving), unprotected sex, missionary, pulling out, afab!reader obvi but no gendered terms. reader wears panties. mostly proofread
wc -> 4k
part two
you were ovulating. even if your period tracker app hadnât told you, youâd know from the way your libido had been climbing higher and higher the past week. and now, itâd reached a near unbearable peak. masturbation wasnât helping, at all. your fingers just couldnât quite crook right, orgasm wasnât satisfying, ten minutes later youâd find yourself back in the same spot.
and annoyingly, you kept thinking about sex, about how you just wanted some faceless guy to pound you into the mattress. well, maybe you wanted the guy to be faceless. he wasnât, really. in your fantasies, he always ended up blonde, muscular, handsome. your best friend. but you were ignoring that, because that was another issue, and one you really shouldnât be trying to solve during ovulation. but also, you didnât really want anyone other than katsuki between your legs, which meant no relief for you.
you were face-down on your dorm bed, turned around so your head was at the foot of it, screaming into a pillow out of frustration. dramatic, sure, but you were alone, so what did it matter? dressed in a big hoodie and baggy pajama pants, fist hitting the fluffy blankets next to your head, feet kicking the mattress as you let out your irritation. yeah, that was how katsuki found you.
you and katsuki were best friends, as everyone knew. you hung out all the time, just the two of you together. when katsuki wanted some quiet time, companionship, someone to rant to, he came to your dorm, because he knew youâd understand. you were always there for him, and he appreciated that. you both hung out often enough that youâd both just started entering each otherâs dorms unannouncedâwell, sometimes you still knocked when entering his. he was a little more sensitive around personal space. but katsuki regularly entered your dorm without knocking, it was common.
luckily for you, when he opened the door, he didnât catch you undressed, like youâd been just a few minutes ago, but he did catch the tail end of your fit. muffled scream of frustration, dull thump of your fists and feet against the mattress, all of it.
your head shot up the moment you heard the squeak of the door, making eye contact with him. he stood stock still, dressed in a casual black shirt and gray sweats, staring at you with an odd look. his red eyes flit over you, trying to see if he could understand what exactly was happening, but he found no clarity. â...you good?â he eventually rumbled, stepping into your room and pushing the door shut behind him. âthe hell are you beatinâ up your bed for?â
maybe another time youâd try to find an excuse, or maybe just clearly try to tell him it was really personal, but right now your sex addled brain was kind of messing with your communication skills. âyou donât wanna know, kats,â you just grumbled, collapsing into your bed again, face smushed into your pillow. âyou should leave.â
âyes, i do, thatâs why i asked,â he shot back. his voice was a few steps closer now. peeking up, you saw he was leaning against your desk. âwhy should i leave? are you upset?â
âno, you donât, no iâm not, and you should just leave.â normally, youâd love to spend time with him, but right now you were pretty sure heâd just make the urge worse.
âjust fuckinâ tell me.â
âitâs nothing serious, itâs fine.â
âthen why donât you wanna say it?â
you turned your head to the side to give him a flat look. this is what you got for oversharing all of your personal details with him. the moment you didnât want to, he thought it was weird. ââcuz, youâre gonna get embarrassed.â
his face scrunched up and his jaw shifted when you said that. oh, of course he was taking it as a challenge. âno i wonât?? i can handle anything you fuckinâ tell me, i donât care.â
you groaned, âkats, iâm serious. leave.â
âso am i!â
âyouâre gonna think itâs weird.â
âno i wonât! just tell me!â
your eyes rolled. he was so annoying sometimes! but, if he wanted to know so badly, âiâm ovulating, and horny out of my mind, and so help me god iâm gonna jump the next person with a penis i see, and unless you want that to be you, you should really leave for your own personal safety.â
his jaw clicked shut. you watched his reaction for a moment, trying to decipher what it meant, but heâd gone very still. you couldnât tell if it was discomfort, or just shock. boys always get weird about menstrual cycles, maybe katsuki did too? feeling like youâd fucked up the interaction, you sighed and turned your head back into the pillow. âstupidâfuckingâcycleââ you started muttering to yourself, each word accompanied by a soft kick into the mattress again. anything you said now couldnât make this interaction much worse, so you might as well continue letting your feelings out.
there were a few seconds of silence from the other side of the room as katsuki watched your struggle. eventually, âis it really that bad?â he asked. his voice sounded a little rougher and quieter than before.
you stopped, lifting your head again to look at him. he was scowling, arms crossed, but his ears were red, and that combined with the way his voice had soundedâwas he shy? It wasnât the most uncommon sight, the class had long since figured out how to fluster him. but in this context, you couldnât quite tell what it meant. âyeah,â you said simply. he just stared at you, waiting for you to continue. you pursed your lips for a moment, but gave in. âwhen itâs bad, itâs bad. itâs on my mind all day.â
âand masturbation doesnât help?â okay, this was getting a bit more detailed than youâd been expecting. youâd never really talked about sex with katsuki, before.
ânot really, no.â
he went quiet after that, his gaze darting away. you watched as his jaw shifted, hands dug into his biceps, brows furrowed as he glared at the ground. you exhaled a sigh, looking away. âkatsuki, you can go, itâsââ
âitâs fine,â he cut you off.
you gave him another odd look. âwhat do you mean?â you were getting a little annoyed now. the least he could do is leave you alone to masturbate, right?
he shifted, gaze darting up to yours again. âiâll help you,â he spoke again. he still sounded shy, but it was that sound of someone trying something they were nervous about. guess that made sense, actually, since he didnât know you were into him. he basically felt like he was throwing a shot into the dark, even despite what youâd said. âyou said to leave, unless i âwant that to be meâ, right?â and oh, he was actually asking you, now, if you wanted it. âwell, iâm fine with it. if you want the help.â
you just stared at him for a few seconds, completely surprised he was actually offering this. âyouâre serious?â
his face scrunched, âif you donât want itââ
âno! no, i do, i do,â you cut him off, jumping up from your bed in worry that he was about to storm off. âi justâwasnât expecting it, is all.â
he went quiet, but he didnât leave. just kept staring at you, wordless. your heart lifted in elation (finally, finally, you could touch him like that!!), your nerves vibrated beneath your skin. could you really just, pull him into a kiss? was it okay?
âwell, iâm serious,â he interrupted your thoughts.
you blinked at him, wide-eyed, then you were stepping forward and yanking him into you by the front of his shirt. he stumbled, but you caught him, and your other hand wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him into a clumsy kiss. his breath hitched in surprise, but he melted immediately. âfuck,â he breathed against your lips, the expletive immediately followed by a groan of your name. his right hand found your jaw, tilting your head so he could kiss you at a better angle. his other hand landed on your waist, tugging you close to him.
you walked backwards towards your bed, tugging katsuki along with you. the two of you stumbled over your steps as you desperately fought to keep your lips locked. his hands on your skin, his heavy breaths mixing with yours, lips moving against each otherâs. youâd wanted this for so long, you didnât want to separate from him for even a second. who knew if heâd want to do this again? if this was a one time thing? luckily, he didnât seem to want to stop kissing you either, so he made it easy on you.
he was a little too distracted to notice what you were doing, the way your hand on his shirt was maneuvering him closer to the bed. you turned him so his back was to the bed, and you were in front of him. his knees hit the edge of your mattress, and he stumbled, accidentally pulling away from the kiss. you pushed him and he fell back onto the bed, catching himself on his hands. you quickly clambered onto his lap, hands placing themselves on his shoulders. âdamn, youâre aggressive,â he breathed, gaze dragging itself down your body.
cue the eyeroll. âduh, just told you Iâve been horny all day,â you mumbled back, hands smoothing down his chest to slide beneath the hem of his shirt. âyou think i was lying?â your teeth caught your lower lip when you felt the warm skin of his abdomen beneath your palms. youâd thought about this a thousand times, having him under you like this, alive and real. imagination really couldnât compare to the real thing. your heart was going crazy in your chest.
his right hand caught one of your wrists, guiding you to press your hand against him harder. your eyes darted to his, surprised. âquit sassinâ me,â he muttered, his other hand slipping beneath your hoodie to grip your bare waist. he tugged you forward, slotting your hips to rest above his groin. he rolled his hips up against yours, and arousal rapidly pooled in your gut. your lips fell open on a breathy sound, your lashes fluttered quickly. itâd been a while since youâd had sex, youâd forgotten how good even foreplay could feel. and it was katsuki that was doing this, which made your heart rate spike 10x worse.
you groaned in annoyance (embarrassment) when you saw the smug smirk on his face, lightly pinching his stomach in retaliation. âoh, shut up.â
he jolted from the pinch, gently smacking your hand to get you to stop. âdidnât say anything.â his right hand landed on your thigh, this time. ââm not makinâ fun of you. it was hot.â
you didnât say anything back. your face was feeling a little hot.
he leaned in for another kiss, both his hands guiding you to start rolling your hips against him. âmm, fuck, you feel good,â he mumbled against your lips. you could feel him under you, a bulge pressing at your thigh with each grind. he slid his hands up your body, under your hoodie, thumbs flicking over your nipples. âyou really got nothinâ on under here, huh?â
âwasnât really expecting anyone,â you breathed back, a breathy whimper slipping out along with your words. âshouldâa known better, i guess.â
ânah, âs perfect.â he moved his head to the side, kissing at your jaw. âwant it off,â he requested, hands shifting to slowly lift up the fabric. âcan i?â
you chewed on your lip, focused on how nice his hands felt on you. âsure.â the moment he lifted the hoodie over your head, you were tugging on his own shirt. he huffed a laugh, but quickly removed it.
he eagerly pulled you into him again with his hands on your back, lips latching onto your neck. the sensitive area made you moan, hips rolling slowly into him. he groaned back, mostly out of arousal from the sound youâd made. you felt as his right hand skirted over the soft skin of your back, down until it slipped beneath your pajama pants. he groped at your ass through your panties, pressing you close to him, forcing you right over his bulge. it made you wet, the way he just moved your body how he wanted. made you grind against him, push where it felt good.
his other hand continued to smooth up and down your back while he moved down your neck to your collarbone. he was currently licking and sucking at the area, tongue rolling over your skin. his hand that was currently palming your ass finally slipped around to the front, cupping you through the thin fabric. âman, youâre wet,â he mumbled, his middle and ring fingers gently rubbing circles against your entrance through the damp fabric.
âovulation does that.â your voice was breathy, completely distracted now. youâd been trying to make him feel good, too, but he was making it hard to focus. both of your hands had gone still, clinging to him for some sense of stability.
he grinned against your skin. you felt a little puff of air from the amused huff he made. âoh, itâs âcuz of ovulation, huh?â his fingers teased the edge of the fabric, hooking his index finger into the crotch of your panties. he slowly pulled it to the side, just enough for his fingers to slide against your clit. âno other reason?â
you didnât say anything back, just moaned and rolled your hips into the contact.
he pulled back to get a good view of you. you caught the way he looked you up and down with half-lidded eyes, watching you buck into his hand while he made slow little circles on your clit. his other hand was cradling your ribcage, lightly thumbing at your side. âyou look real pretty like this,â he mumbled, eyes catching on your chest for a moment before they continued down. his gaze locked on the bit of your panties he could see, eyeing the way they looked on you. âsound pretty, too.â
his eyes darted back up to your face, watching your expression as his fingers slid farther back, pressing at your entrance. he didnât give any other warning, abruptly sliding two of his fingers in. you choked on a moan, falling forward to lean against him. âkatsuki,â you breathed, already dizzy with pleasure. he just hummed, nosing at your shoulder while he rubbed at your walls. he thrust his fingers a few times, but he intentionally kept his fingers only up to two knuckles in, teasing you with the stretch.
he rubbed his palm up against you, making you whine from the pressure. his fingers slid deeper, until they pressed against a gummy patch inside you. his other arm slid to wrap firmly around your back, keeping you in place. he kept his palm flush against you to give your clit friction while he gently teased that spot. he mouthed at your neck, listening to the breathy moans slipping from your lips. âfeels good, right?â
he snickered when all that left your mouth were garbled, half-formed sentences. he held you against him while he shifted, laying you down against your bed with your head on the pillow. you breathed in the short reprieve, gaze following him as he moved down your body. he kept his eyes on your face while his left hand tugged down your panties along with your pants, his fingers still inside you. the last of your clothes slipped off, and you were left bare.
his gaze hadnât left your face, watching for any discomfort. you shyly bucked your hips against his fingers, silently begging for him to do something and stop watching you. he blinked and looked away, down between your legs. he groaned, finally able to see you. the thumb of his left hand gently spread your folds so he could see better, his eyes glued to the sight of his fingers buried deep in your heat. he gently rubbed at that spot inside you again, groaning in arousal. âyouâre so hot down here,â he rumbled, licking his lips. âshit, you feelâŚâ you watched him closely, taking in the look on his face. he was clearly deep in some mental fantasy right now, but he quickly blinked himself out of it, focusing on you again.
his fingers started moving again, thrusting into you at a moderate pace. they dragged against your walls intentionally, sliding over that gummy patch each time. then he dipped down, pressing a kiss to your clit. he smirked at the whimper you made, the way your legs were already shaking from stimulation. his fingers pushed all the way in, pressing flush against that particular spot, and then his tongue rolled over your clit. he rubbed at that spot while he sucked on your clit, riling you up until your moans climbed higher and higher. then his fingers inside you sped up, repeatedly pressing against you. the sucking on your clit was perfect, not too much, just enough for a knot to coil in your gut until you finally reached your peak. he kept going while you came, his left hand gently rubbing over your stomach.
he pulled away when your orgasm ended, kneeling between your legs as your body shuddered with aftershocks. his eyes trailed up to your chest as it rose and fell rapidly with quick breaths. his hands rubbed at your thighs soothingly, letting you come down. you felt almost light-headed, you were so dazed from how good it all felt. this was easily the most satisfied youâd been all day.
when you came back to yourself, your eyes fell on him. you realized katsuki was waiting for you, waiting to see whether you wanted to stop. your legs fell further open. âwe can keep going.â you werenât gonna stop here. who knew if this was a one-time thing?
he looked at you blankly, gaze darting between your spread legs and your face. you watched in silent confusion as he just sat there, unmoving. when he finally spoke, his words came out slow and intentional, âwhat do you want to do?â
ohhh. your lips twitched into a smile. âare you okay with putting it in? penetration?â
he nodded casually, âyeah, iâm good with that.â he seemed a little excited? he quickly hooked his fingers into his bottoms and tugged them down, until he was also naked. your eyes couldnât help but follow the movement, watching as his cock sprung out.
he moved back up your body, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss. you sighed softly into it, wrapping your arms around his neck. your body was thrumming with anticipation, waiting for him to press into you. instead, you felt his fingers slip inside you again. âkats?â you mumbled against his lips, confused.
his fingers gently scissored inside you, twisting around. âsorry, babyââ your pulse spiked at the intimate nickname. âjust need to make sure,â he breathed back, kissing you again. you moaned softly, deciding to just wait.
his fingers withdrew, and the next thing you felt was the head of his cock pressing against you. he broke the kiss to breathe for a moment, like he was preparing himself. âtell me if itâs uncomfortable, okay?â he waited for you to nod, then slowly pressed his hips forward.
the head of his cock slipped into you with a wet noise, and he immediately groaned. his forehead was pressed against yours, eyes closed in pleasure and mouth slightly open, letting soft pants slip from his lips. âfuck, knew youâd feel amazing.â his cock slowly eased further in, the slide slick and effortless. he let out another loud groan and began rhythmically pumping his cock into you. he was leaning on his forearms, positioned on either side of you, so you got the perfect view of him. the way his face was screwed up in pleasure, abs tensing with each piston of his hips. a droplet of sweat slid down his neck, and it made you distinctly aware of how hot your own body was. how hot he felt pressed against you, how hot the space between you was.
katsuki was loud, you realized. moaning non-stop, muttering curses and praises of how good you felt. âso warm and soft,â his voice was gravelly, sounding like pure honey. even the way he fucked into you was loud, making slick sounds as he dragged his cock in and out.
you couldnât help but watch him, mesmerized by how he looked when he was like this. you wanted to do this more often with him, wanted to be able to kiss him whenever you wanted to. thoughts racing, you dragged him into a passionate kiss.
he groaned, long and low, and you felt him adjust his position over you. the angle changed, and now each thrust felt like he was pushing into pure heat, so slick and heavenly. your moans against his lips changed, the pleasure going to your head and making you dizzy. he seemed to feel the change in the angle too, and his cock began pumping into you faster.
he slipped away from the kiss, burying his face into your neck. âshit, baby, fuck, fuck,â his voice was low but whiny, overwhelmed by the feeling of you wrapped around him. your pussy was tingling in pleasure, skin hot to the touch. you were feeling so so good, and he mustâve been more lucid than you, because suddenly there was a finger rubbing circles on your clit.
your back immediately arched, legs clamping together around his waist. moans climbing higher and more frantic, while he kept fucking into you and stimulating your clit. your breaths turned gasping, and then your orgasm washed over you. your walls tightened around him, and he immediately stilled, body tensing as he fought to not come inside you. âoh, shit,â he growled, gritting his teeth.
when your orgasm ended, he pulled out, hand wrapping around himself and pumping his cock to completion. you watched in a daze as he finished a few seconds later, cum spurting over your stomach.
he stayed leaned over you, breathing hard and gaze trained on your stomach. he stared for a few moments, unblinking. then he grabbed for your nightstand, tugging out a few tissues out of the box sitting on top. he cleaned you off carefully, pressing kisses to your neck while the tissues wiped off his cum. âthank you, baby,â he mumbled.
when he finished, he relaxed against you, still catching his breath. you were still hugging his neck, his face burrowed into your shoulder. you both breathed in the silence after, relishing in the afterglow. you ignored the anxious thoughts, the ones panicking about what this meant for you two.
a minute later, he tried to push himself up with a grunted âsorry,â but you pulled him back down, shaking your head. âletâs just lay here for a moment. please, katsuki?â
he stayed silent for a moment. like this, all you could see was the top of his blonde head of hair. you couldnât see what face he was making, what he was thinking. âokay,â he breathed. he rolled onto his side, tugging you against his chest. âweâll lay here for a bit.â
you pressed flush against him, cuddling as close as you could. you were sweaty and sticky, but it was better than getting up. getting up felt like leaving this behind. and you werenât ready for that yet. âokay. thank you.â
he hummed and hugged you tighter.
notes -> i hope u enjoyed!! this was my first time writing for fun in like,, 8 years or something LOL comments and reblogs appreciated!! <3 part 2 is up!! linked at the top of this post
zombie apocalypse sex with protective caleb after a near-death experience
cw: mention of potential sa and just generally feeling like prey during the near-death experience portion of this. typical apocalyptic violence outside of that.
It's easy to forget his strength when his touch is always so gentle. When you're safe, he lets you forget everything he's capable of; the reason you've both made it this long.
Safety lets you forget.
And thenâwhen it inevitably all it all goes to shit againâyou remember.
"Get in!" he calls through the wall of bodies separating you. He keeps the attention of most of them, but there's a few stumbling in your directionâtoo many for you to handle alone. "Now!" he shouts as he takes another moaning monster down.
It goes against every instinct you haveâto leave him to fight this alone. But this was his domain. This was when you did whatever the fuck he told you to do. It was how you survived.
You drag the door of the huge shipping container open, grunting as the heavy metal fights back. It's a makeshift prison cell, one that was supposed to be filled with live bait for the monsters. It would be if it weren't for Caleb. He was almost single-handedly dismantling whatever fucked up enterprise you'd both stumbled upon.
One of them reaches you before you'd manage to push the gate open enough to slip through.
One is fine. You can handle one.
Turning around to deal with it gives you a split second to check in on your brother. He's making a dent in the mass of bodies, but it's not enough. Not with the shouts of the living making their way closer.
You kick the monster you've knifed back into the mass of bodies approaching, giving you just enough time to slip through the crack you've made in the sliding door and slam it closed behind you.
Locking it is another story.
You have no hope of accomplishing that.
Still, it's enough for now. It's enough to let Caleb keep his focus where it needs to be as you deal with as many as you can through the bars.
Then one gets shot down. Caleb helping you from a distance is your first thought. But then two are shot down at once. And then the voices reach your ears. Voices are bad. Mindless moaning monsters you can handle. The living was another story. Nothing stoked the fear constantly simmers in your gut like the voices of the living.
They shout over each other, calling directions as they pick off the mass with a spray of bullets. You can't see Caleb anymore. He's either dead or hiding.
Hiding. Hiding. Hiding.
You shift back into one of the dark corners of the container as the shouts draw nearer.
âWhat the fuck happened?! Don't shoot them you dumb fucks! Get any you can back into holding!â
Any second now... any second they'd find the only person you loved and your world would end. The living were different. The living were monsters of a different kind.
"They're bunched up around this one!" someone shouts.
You hold your breath.
"Well, check it out then!" another commands.
Oh, fuck. You grip your pistol. Your aim was decent. You could take one out, maybe two. But there's a whole group... and they were coming for you.
You scramble to the other far corner as the last of the moaning dead are cleared from the entrance, hoping to take advantage of the darkest shadows. Caleb would be watching... waiting. A predator in the shadows. Any extra moment you could give him could be vital.
"You better come out now," a man calls from outside. He's just out of sight, using the edge of the container as a shield, prepared for you to be armed and ready to fight. You'd hoped to have the element of surprise. "I ain't asking," he adds.
You know what'll happened when they find you. It's a predictable evil. You're prey to people like themâsomething to hunt and occupy their time with in a world without the threat of consequence.
Your silence buys you less than a minute before the first of them are dragging the metal gate open. If you shoot, they'll shoot back. It's not something you'll survive cornered like this. So you bet on them being the same as the rest. You let them know you're prey.
"Please," you call, as meek and afraid as you can manage. It's not hard to pull off considering the genuine fear wracking your body. It helps your performance. Make them drop their guard. Small. Afraid. Unthreatening. Alone. "I'mâI'm unarmed."
They hesitate. The barrels on their guns start to lower.
Then a bright light blinds you.
"What the fuck?" one of them exclaims.
Then, "Where'd the fuck this little thing come from?"
There it was: little thing. You were nothing. You're not a threat. You'd bought Caleb more time.
"Come on out, girl. Come on." They call you like you're a dog, something less than human. That's how they see you. Something to use.
You take a small step forward, still blinded by their flashlights. Caleb was alive. He was alive and hiding and he was waiting for something. You repeat it to yourself like a prayer.
You just had to stay alive.
"What do you... want with me?" you ask, still taking tiny steps towards the light. Weak. Vulnerable. No threat.
You get muffled laughter in response.
Their guards are down. They're distracted.
"What do we want? We want a little fun, honey. That's all. Just a bit of fun."
Their flashlights drop as you approach the entrance. They've pulled the gate all the way across.
Five. You count five. If you kill two...
"Why is she alone?" one of them questions. He's youngerâprobably still a childâa little less distracted.
The rest ignore him.
Then one of them has you by the arm, dragging you the rest of the way out of the makeshift cell. Their hands send a wave of repulsion through you as they grab at you, pulling you around and shoving you in front of them. They may as well be the undead the way their slimy touch feels against your skin.
The young one doesn't move out of the way when you reach him. Instead he stares into you, suspicious and angry. "Who are you with?" he asks. Even then, his gun is lowered. Even to him you aren't a threat.
"Get the fuck out of the way," the man gripping your arm growls, impatient.
"Butâ"
"Now."
His eyes narrow, but then he steps asideâhis back pressed to the wall to let the rest of the men past. It's now that you get a look down into the pit of monsters, the one's they've managed to recapture rather than take out. They reach up towards you, hands grabbing for you.
Then, only a few steps laterâyou're pulled to a halt. The man with his hand wrapped around your elbow leans over your shoulder, his rancid breath invading your nostrils as he speaks. "You alone?" he asks. "You tell me right now."
You blink away the burn of sudden emotion threatening to pool tears in your eyes. Were you alone? If you were...
The man's grip tightens, the only warning you get before you're forced to your knees and staring down into the pit of hungry undead. "Speak," he demands, nails carving into your skin. "I'd hate to waste you like this."
There's two other men behind you. Three surrounding you in total. You could take one out for sure. They hadn't even searched you for weapons. They expected nothing out of you at all.
But then there'd be two, only counting the ones in reaching distance. How long would it take the other two further away to aim their guns in your direction?
You were dying tonight if Caleb was dead, that was certain. Your only hope was that he was waiting and watching... but what would he be waiting for...
Your pistol sits at your hip, a comfortable weight.
You take a deep breath. You could wait to die. Or fight now and hope that's the moment he's waiting for... if he's waiting at all. A heavy weight sits in your chest, reaching it's hands out towards you, like the monsters in the pit: doubt.
The man holding you drops to one knee behind you. He leans over to speak in your ear. You wouldn't need to rely on your aim for the first kill, only any that followed. It was a headstart you weren't likely to get again. You reach for your pistol, and before the man can open his lips and taint your senses with his rot once more, you shoot him through the underside of his jaw.
Your ears ring as his body drops. But you were ready. The men behind you aren't.
You were nothing. Prey.
The few seconds that affords you are priceless. You manage to shoot one more through the forehead before he can get hands on his own weapon.
The third is another story. His gun is pointed at you for what must be milliseconds. They drag though. Those moments with an enemy weapon pointed directly at you always do.
But then Caleb is there, strangling the man from behind with the body of a rifle and shoving his body into the ground with a force that reverberates through the metal. It's only when he snaps the man's neck that you spot the bodies behind him: eliminated during your own attack.
He'd been waiting for you. If he attacked before you were ready, they'd use you against him. So he'd waited until the exact moment you'd shot the first one under the chin.
You watch him stand, hair hanging in his eyes and his chest rising and falling with his deep breaths.
Then his purple eyes are on you.
Then his hands.
Those hands... the same ones he'd used seconds earlier to break a man's neck. His fingers are feathers across your skin as he brushes the hair back off your face. "Okay?" he asks, soft and a little shaky. His fingers struggle to secure your hair back behind your ear, trembling.
You nod.
"You did so good," he soothes, that familiar comforting voice easing you back into your own body. "You were perfect." His hand makes a trail down to your neck, gentle and slow over your pulse point before it rests at your clavicle. "We need to leave," he says, finally steadying his own breathing. "Stay close to me."
âââââ
The first time after is always the sameâafter you're forced to remember how close death is. It adds something to the way his gentle hands feel as he reaches over your hips to dip between your legsâto the way his body feels pressed up behind yours.
His long, thick fingers slip between your slick folds as he holds you tight against his chest. Heat. It's an overwhelming heat. He crowds you, practically curled around you. A protective warmth.
"You like that, sweetheart?" His lips graze your ears and his long hair tickles your skin. It falls down around his neck at the back, a messy wolf-cut that you hack at with a knife when it gets long enough to bother him. "You're so soft for me... dripping all over me... welcoming me in. You did so good today... so perfect..."
You offer a small whine in response, squirming a little.
He sighs, finger prodding over and over at your swollen entranceâa teasing little hint of what's to come. He dips in slightly, his calloused fingertip pressing into your twitchy entrance just enough to have you whimpering his name.
"It's alright," he soothes. "You need me here? Inside?"
"Mm," you whine with a desperate nod. "Empty."
His grip around your ribs tightens for a moment before he's pressing you into the groundâcushioned by the few blankets you carry. He's rolled you onto your belly as he covers you completely with his huge body, a living blanket shielding you from all the world's dangers.
"I'm sorry they put their hands on you." His breath warms your skin, and he sounds pained.
"I'm not hurt," you remind him, again.
"Shouldn't have let them touch you."
You'd been through this before. More times than you could count. He would torture himself in the days after this. Perfection was all he ever accepted from himself, and arguing would get you nowhere.
So you reach blindly to find his wrist and grip it firmly. "Hold me tight," you whisper into his ear.
His weight is heavy over you as he drops his lips to your neck, a silent acknowledgement of your pleas. Another apology.
Then he's scooping you up, lifting you and rearranging you exactly the way you want him to. Because he always knows.
He has you pressed to his chest with your tits against his skin as he lays back into the makeshift bed you've created for the night. His arms wrap around you, one across your shoulder blades and the other around your waistâsecure and firm. His fingers press sporadically into your skin a little more than needed, like he's testing his grip on youâlike he's testing he has you in his arms good and tight.
Then he hooks one leg under yours, a gentle guide to part your legs just the way he needs.
"Won't let anyone touch you again," he breathes against your temple as one of his hands leaves you. "Never."
The loss of his hand on you is temporary, you remind yourself. He'd be wrapping you up securely as soon as he buried himself deepâas soon as his cock was guided safely inside your dripping cunt.
You nip at his neck in response, chasing with a delicate lick at his salty skin. "Please," you ask softly.
Then he's adjusting you against him a little, ensuring you're exactly where he needs you to be. "I've got you," he says as his leaking tip prods at your entrance. "Got you," he repeats.
He mumbles it over and over as he teasesâplays. This was what he did: pushed you to the brink as he guides his tip over your twitchy hole and through your lips over and over.... and over... until you forget everything but the feeling of him against you and all the desperate need building up inside.
Then, eventually, he presses inside. Just the tip... and not far. Just enough so that he can wrap his arms around you again. Just enough that he can have you whimpering his name as he prevents you grinding down to take him deep inside.
This is when he gives you a little taste of his actual strength. The strength he used to keep you safe every single day. It's easy to keep you from your goal, his thick arms pressing you into his torso a little harder each time you attempt to resist.
He keeps you there, just with a teasing sample of that fullnessâof having him as close as it was possible to be. "Kiss," he orders, simple and a little croaky.
You obey, pressing your desperation between his lips. It's wet and messy and interrupted by moments where you simply need to breathe, heavily.
His lips chase yours as you attempt to catch your breath. One kiss to your swollen lower lip as you pant. Then he licks at the drool glistening across your chin.
His grip around you tightens a little as you drop your face to his neck with a whimper.
And then, without warning, he pulls you down to meet his leaking cockâto fuck himself deep. It's sudden, and it's all forceful strength, exactly like you need itâexactly the way he knows you want it. You bite into his shoulder as he keeps you there, stuffed fullâthe thick throbbing length of him stretching you out so completely.
Then, "Like that?" he asks, that sweetness back in his voiceâlike he's offering you a gentle back massage instead of holding you down on his cock.
You nod weakly in response.
His fingers press into your skin a little more, a silent warning moments before he's movingâfucking himself with your cunt as he pulls you down to meet his powerful thrusts. You're completely pliant like this, all control relinquished.
He's got you.
He attempts to grunt broken sentences into your ear as you jostle against him. "Sucking me in... sucking at my cock with your messy little cunt... it's okay... you're okay..."
One of his hands moves to your hair occasionally, a temporary and seemingly subconscious attempt to get a better gripâor just to hold you closer. His fingers tangle in the strands, never tugging hardânever hurting.
"My pretty girl." He holds you down against him, buried to the hilt, and grinds up into you with a roll of his hips. "My pretty little baby... fu-fuck... keep you safe."
It's only when he's nearing his end that he flips you onto your back and you get a real display. He grips your hips, lifts them up, and tugs you onto himâeach thrust a vulgar slapping of skin that punches a helpless sound from your lungs.
Strength.
You watch the muscles in his arms move as he uses you, moving you against him like you weigh nothing at all. His calloused fingers dig almost painfully into your hips. He's all power and murderous protection, and you feel it all as he drives himself through your walls again and again.
He falls over you when he finally floods you, his cock twitching and pumping you full. But even then, even as he loses himself, he catches his fallâthick, sweaty arms landing either side of your head to cage you in. "Got you," he gasps out between desperate lungfuls of air. "I've got you."
Synopsis. âHere ye, here yeâa royal wedding is upon the horizon!
The uniting of two kingdoms long held in fierce battle: hybrids and humans. At the first light of sunset His Majesty, King Gojo Satoru, the sole snow leopard hybrid in all the lands, shall wed Her Royal Highness, the princess: you.
For one moon the princess shall have to succeed - or survive - in marital bliss with the King, in order to commence peace negotiations between the two kingdoms.
But remember, dear princess, no matter how gentlemanly a hybrid may seemâŚthey still remain hybrids. They possess powers. They undergo ruts.Â
And humans arenât built to handle them.â
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!princess!reader, snow leopard hybrid!Gojo, hybrids AU, royalty AU, heâs the cruel king of the North, King!Gojo, pIot, worldbuilding, humans vs. hybrids, poIiticaI marriages, arranged marriages, for the good of the people, reader is lowk a BAMF, YEARNING Gojo, paintings, palaces, setting descriptions, RĂTS, pheromones, hybrid tendencies, he goes FĂRAL, first times (both), sIight bIood, oraI (fem rec.), pĂşssydrĂşnk Gojo, fĂngering, spĂtting, hoIding you down with his tail, stopping you from running, p talking, rings, manhandIing, matĂng presses, brĂŠeding, making him BREAK, making it fit, cervĂx smoochin, dĂşmbificatĂon, p worship, HEAVY overstĂm, Gojoâs powers, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, KNOTS, implied marathons, fated mates, confessions, HAPPY ENDING, pet names swĂŠaring.
Word count. 17.4k
A/N. PHEWWWWW yâall knew I just had to-
White dress.
Rouge.
Soaps and scents from all over the world.
Milk bath. The concoction of pale liquid stretches around you like a neverending sea; in a bath tub just as vast, with flower petals locked in a constant state of battle against the torrential waves of your attendants scrubbing you down to the very bone.Â
Above the seething splashes, your motherâs droll tone emanatesâveering into her fourth hour of pacing the royal bathing chambers now.
ââsuch an unseemly arrangement- but of course, we ought not to have expected anything more from a hybrid.â Her lip curls in distaste, âThe Ton might even consider it scandal- and yet, I fear we have no choice in the matter. Not with him.â
âYes, mother.â
âNot even the kingdomâs best advisors could negotiate his terms, my dear.â
âYes, mother.â
âThis is the only resolution remaining for the kingdom.â
âYes.â For who was to go against the Queen?
In just an hourâs time, youâll be married to King Gojo Satoru.
Gojo Satoru.
The infamous ruler of the Kingdom of Hybrids.
The shadow looming over your kingdom.
The last snow leopard hybrid alive.
There was a reason to that that made your heart clenchâyouâd felt the floor fall out of your history lesson the second itâd been taught to you. Legend said that your people had hunted down every last snow leopard hybrid after discovering that the opposing kingdomâs monarchs were of that family - every last one.
Except for one.
It was unsure how or when Gojo Satoru had escaped during the massive conflict, but your people had gotten their penance once heâd returned - stronger than ever - and declared battle.
But you didnât want to think about that right now- not when all that led to were thoughts about just how the patriot might enact revenge for it upon you.
The Kingdom of Hybrids and the Kingdom of Humans have sat beside one another since the dawn of time, and so has the resentment between the two. It has always been ever-present and ever-growing. Your ancestors, and your ancestorsâ ancestors. Like the overpass of frothy white clouds hovering through your blue, blue skies aboveâchurning into dark storm clouds and blizzards once they reached the gloomy land of the neighboring kingdom.
The opposing kingdom always seemed colder, always seemed crueler.
And you were sure that the primary reason for that was the geographical difference between the two: your kingdom sat at the bottom of a mountain, where the valleys were fertile and nature flourished. Whereas the Kingdom of Hybrids was scattered in large, stone towers and huts across the enormous mountain range.
Only sharpening in weather and bite the further up the mountain one went. Its peak was completely obscured by clouds, and not even on the clearest day could you spot the spirals of where Gojo Satoruâs palace - aptly named the North Palace - was rumored to be.
Out of morbid curiosity, you did sneak a glance every day. Hell, you even fixed a lantern from your royal chambersâperhaps hoping that someday you might witness a lantern blinking back.
Though that was an experiment yet to bear results - you havenât spotted even a single hybrid subject coming out of those hard stone homes. It was as if a ghost kingdom.
Even if the news from the front lines clearly stated otherwise.
The hybrids obscured themselves with snow and fog. Cloaked themselves in storms that sent trundling vibrations even to your palace. Residents of a perpetual winter that tore through their kingdom - even the stray gusts of air from the mountain made your subjects shiver, you couldnât imagine what it was like to be borne and passed in such a state.
Borne and passed, because it was forbidden for subjects of either kingdom to cross into the other.
As all good neighbors must, your ancestors had raised a barrier separating the two lands for good; a thorny forest about seventy feet high and several townsâ length wide. It was made of thorned trunks about the size of boa constrictors. Plunging into the clouds with their barbed limbs as though to make the world pay for ripping apart the one body of the land into two parts.
Though if you made such a comparison in any of your tutoring classes, you knew youâd be punished forthright.Â
It wasnât a surprise when the resentment had exploded in the coming years.
By the time you were in your teenage years, announced as next in line to the throne, Gojo Satoru had already taken the mantle as king. And that was when the conflict had started.
Hybrid warriors attacking the outskirts of your kingdom. Your own feverish subjects bloodthirsty to set fire to their sparse farms.
Itâs been a long and cruel battle.
You could sit here and recount the history lessons that your palace tutors had drilled into you - all those sabotages of war plans, all those attempts to oust either throne. The time your locals had been attacked by a ravenous pack of wolf hybrids, and the time your subjects had cut through the barrier, and clamored up the mountains just to spear through some of the prey. Hybrids with a taste for humans, and humans that bled no warmth. Blood and gore. Blood and gore.Â
There never flourished a fruit sweet from blood and gore.
And the roots of the thorn barrier had been watered with such for ten years now. More from your own kingdomâs people than his.
Why had it even started? One could only guess.
You knew what the royal history tutors proclaimed - this was because of their hybrid powers, theyâd been poisoning the wells and farmlands with their mystique, theyâd been kidnapping humans for nourishment - but you also knew that those of the other side must proclaim something far different. Have conflicting stories ever settled on one answer? One truth?
Most definitely not. Battle only gave one answer, and the question was what numbers were lost.
Luckily for your kingdom, however, the end of the fighting was nigh.Â
It had happened last weekâthe letter.
Just a day after youâd been announced to take up the throne in the upcoming week. The next Queen.
The resurgence of the people.
On a day when the fighting was stalled, and it wasnât looking pleasant for your side: a sole hawk hybrid flew between those winding thorns, scratches upon his wings from the long flight, a white handkerchief of surrender tied around his neck.
The arrow upon your kingdomâs front lines had raised the moment the flapping of wings became clear. Drew closer.
If not for the wave of surrender, you werenât sure what would have happened - Gojo Satoru was not the type of ruler to stand for a single one of his subjects being harmed. Especially one so seemingly harmless. And your lines of soldiers had been pushed back in the last few monthsâŚthey wouldnât have stood a chance.
The soldiers had shuddered as the half-human, half-bird creature drew nearerâsomething mythical from their storybooks, their greatest nightmares.
You hadnât been there alongside them that day, and Commander Masamichi Yaga was the one to take the first step towards him. A handkerchief of white held in his own hand.
The two had met in the middle, youâd heard, on your side of the nation.Â
There, the hook-nosed Commander - or so youâd heard from the whispers of the soldiers that had been there that day - had handed over the envelope. It was a snow-white parchment, cool to the touch; so starkly empty except for the slight heft in its weight, and the single, slanted line of blue cursive on its back.
To the future Queen.
A carriage had been called immediately to the royal palace.
Higuruma had flown off thereafter, and the Commander had set off down those high-ceiling, gold-capped corridors of the palace. At once.
You remember exactly where youâd been when you first saw the letter - in the circular meeting table with your royal advisors, poring over your nth war tactic that day. Youâd just opened your mouth to suggest another treaty proposal between the two kingdoms - your strongest men and women and every warrior in-between couldnât possibly last much longer against the formidable foe - when Yaga had barged inâhis face solemn, his body bowed, his hand trembling where he held that unopened letter.
And at first, youâd assumed that something had gone horribly wrong - that your subjects had been harmed. But then youâd reached out and taken it.
The letter had no senderâs name, but it didnât need one.
It was the first correspondence with King Gojo Satoru since heâd taken up the throne. Ever.
âTo my dearest future Queen,
Though I suppose it shall be a falsehood to claim you as mineâthat is not a privilege this lowly hybrid holds just yet. So I suppose you must forgive me; to the dearest future Queen.
I am aware of your kingdomâs valiant efforts against my own, and I commend you for maintaining such a fervent battle. I admit, no kingdom prior has managed to prolong one of my battles thus farâyouâve made me exercise battalions I never believed I would get the chance to, in this lifetime, and it has been quite thoroughly exciting to face my first challenge. You hold your fights well, my future Queen.
My apologies, it has happened again.
But you must be aware of what is undeniable - your kingdom is losing. Though not instantly, it is inevitable that, ultimately, your kingdom shall crumble before mine. Your humans are injured, and you falter in resources.
I know you know.
However, fret not. For it seems that across the duration of our snipes, I have grown to hold a strange affection for your kingdom, and most of allâyou.
To the future Queen: if you wish for the war to come to a close, in a way that benefits both parties equally, I am extending this one olive branch.
Marry me.
Marry me. Marry me. Marry me.
You may hold the celebrations in any manner or place you wish, you may annul the marriage if you do so please. This lowly hybrid proposes that you may even take other lovers, shall it be your desire to do so; my only condition is that Your Majesty must reside in the North Palace alongside yours truly for one moon.
Yes, one moon with you is all I ask. After which you are free to return, to register the annulment, to even reside in the North Palace as long as you please.
Though, this lonely King shall do his best not to heighten his hopes.
On the moon after our union, my troops will pull back from the borders - we shall be at war no longer.Â
On the third moon after which this letter has been received, Commander Higuruma will be awaiting in front of the thorn barrier for your response. Do not attempt to herald an attack, for there is a reason that hawks are birds of prey.
I await your response impatiently, the my future Queen.
Yours truly,
Gojo Satoru.â
The letter had dropped from your hands once you finished reading it.
One moon.
One night.
One night with the cruel King Gojo Satoru.
And of course, there was no promise that youâd ever be coming backâfor, who could trust a King like so?
There was nothing more to be said about Gojo Satoru.
Everyone had a story about him.
Everyone.
Perhaps from the odd disappearance of a family member that strayed too close to the barrier, or a childhood bedtime story that always featured him as the fearsome villain. Lately, you have been the hero, of course.Â
Though one knew not of what the hybrid looked like, nor his age, nor the full extent of his powers, nor any insight into his motivations - everyone knew one thing for certain: and that was to stay away.Â
Gojo was deemed to be a brutal kingâthe cruelest of them all. The most wicked. The one that appeared on battlefields as fleetingly as a snowflake upon your palm, and disappeared just as quick - so quick that one wonât even be able make out his features, his form - leaving behind a trail of carnage that piled up high enough to form their own kingdoms. In just a single second.
And the more he aged, the more his powers grew.
He was the reaper. And you were being asked to walk right into his claws.
What followed had been a fervent series of letters - penned by only the best of the best advisors, authors, and peace negotiators in your kingdom - that were rejected one by one. Your kingdomâs messengers disappeared into the barriers upon their surrender-white horses, holding bagloads of letters and pleas from your council, and arrived with the very same an hour laterâsomewhat disoriented.
According to them, theyâd followed the route to the other kingdom to a T - and yet, somehow found themselves exiting back out through your side of the wall once more.
Gojoâs magic, you knew. Though unaware of its uses and intricacies, you understood that this was what youâre getting for not following his instructionsâwaiting for Higuruma.
And you also understood that if his prowess was this expansive, then what more could they possibly do to your kingdomâŚ
And so - after three moons - youâd accompanied Commander Yaga and the troops to the area where theyâd first encountered Higuruma. Sure as ice, the hook-nosed man was standing there proudly.
He bowed luxuriously at you, before clipping the response letter into his clutchesâthen he stretched the massive wingspan upon his back and took flight. Disappearing towards his own kingdom in but a few blinks.
And you could only watch as your response was carried away.
âTo Gojo Satoru,
I accept your proposal. It is time we finish this war.
Regards,
The future Queen.â
The date was set. You were to be married.
And so youâve found yourself being fussed over by the entire palace - and even the tailors, and cake-makers, and florists from outside. The people. The outraged and the delighted alike.
Everyone and anyone bursting the seams of the palace in an attempt to catch a glimpse of you on your wedding day. What an honorable date it was, wasnât it?
On the day that should have been your coronation as Queen, youâre being fitted into your wedding outfit.
It was initially supposed to be your first gown as ruler.
A lavish few meters of white silk pampered, teased, and pressed into frills. Millions upon millions of miniature diamonds bedazzle the fabric in increasing saturation towards the bottom, making it look as though you were the beauty of nature itself; the soft sunlight across freshly-ladden snow, the hymn of tree branches against the winter wind, an ice shard itself. Sharp when youâre not looking.
The train of your wedding outfit had taken several attendants to fix onto your jewel-encrusted tiara, and it billowed out the length of several ballrooms.Â
It was equally as decorated with tiny fixtures of diamonds, heavy yet grounding - youâd specifically asked the tailor to add these on. If youâre going to bear yourself before the most wicked King, then you might as well make an impression.
You touch the silk gloves that covered you from fingertips to elbows - also something youâd requested. Just one night. Youâd show that your kingdom wasnât just the feeble humans he must think he was toying with- and afterwards all diamonds were ordered to be distributed amongst the people.Â
This was your choice to marry your opposing monarch. Everything was yours.
Though the bouquet of white roses must have been a choice of the palace. Must haveâŚ
Your mask of quiet acceptance fixed. Your appearance radiant. Youâre staring at the person in the mirror that seemed so distant from yourselfâwas this the new Queen of the Hybrids?Â
Attendants and tailors fluttered around you like butterflies, harried that they werenât able to suckle the honey out of you fast enough. Theyâre smoothing your fabrics down and fussing with your train, theyâre making last-minute adjustments to the size and fitting-Â
âCareful.â Your mother warns from a distance, and her tone is enough to make the entire room jolt. She stares down one of the tailorâs apprentices, âHeaven forbid you prick her- goodness knows what he will have to say.â
âPricked or unpricked, he shall have to deem fit what he sees.â Youâre responding, head held high. âFor I was not the one that insisted upon a marriage.â
âBut you simply must understand thatââ
Mercifully, your motherâs getting cut off by the shrieking of trumpets outside.
There were many a royal and noble guests invited to your wedding, and each entrance had been marked by the stirring of your orchestra and the announcement by the chief butler. But thisâŚthis was a sheer symphony of sound, shivers, and suspense that made you realize that this couldnât have been anyone butâhim.
There was a special melody for your husband-to-be, and your heart thundered along to its march as everyone inside the dressing room rushes to the window overlooking the sprawling courtyard. It was a massive stone masterpiece - the brilliance of human craft - a swooping row of colonnades with a glittering fountain in the middle. Areas sectioned off for the spectators, and marbled pathways from which guests came and went.
Your hands grip the smooth windowsill as you witness a coach of pure white approaching.Â
It was as unassuming as that of any other guest, only standing out for its sheer elegance.Â
Large spiralled wheels pulling along a well-built carriage, with a gleaming white hood and its curtains drawn. Larger than most. It seems that the Kingdom of Hybrids had a tendency to use horse hybrids as both coachmen and those tugging on the reigns, they threw their long heads proudly as they pulled on the royal carriage.Â
âCan you see himâcan you see him?!â The attendants whisper to one another.
âI canât see him yet- say, is it really true that he has the horns of the devil and wings like a bat?â
âDonât be ridiculous, heâs a snow leopard hybrid. Iâve heard he turns into a leopard at whim.â
âMy acquaintanceâs acquaintance says heâs cursed with six eyes- yes, six.â
âIâve heard heâs grotesque-â
They falter, and flicker their gaze towards you. You donât react.
Your eyes follow its parade between crowds that hush as it passes. It leaves a cold breeze behind it that makes even the heartiest of those celebrating tremble, it leaves the flowing water of your royal fountain freezing. Ice.Â
Youâre leaning even closer to the edge of the balcony, hoping to see but a-flutter of those curtains that might reveal something about the man who was surely inside-
âOuch-â Startling at the sudden prick of something against your shoulder, youâre turning around to find that the young apprentice had leaned into you- holding her needle from before. The very tip of it had accidentally touched your skin, in her frenzy to see the King himselfâand as her face drops in apology, youâre opening your mouth to tell her that it was perfectly alright when-
BANGâ!
When a sharp gale causes the windows to slam shut.Â
Everyone in the dressing room jumps back a foot away from the offending part of the chamber, looking at each other as if to confirm whether they didnât feel a single breeze prior. You certainly hadnât, either.
That had just come out of nowhereâŚ
Rattled, no one makes to open the window once more.
The trumpets blare yet again - this time with a slightly less rich tune signalling another guest from a far-off land - and some of the younger attendants merely stare at the closed window longinglyâwishing to just see. But one look from the main attendant has them jumping back into action, pins and all.
They had a wedding to prepare you for.
And the groom was already here.
.
.
.
Music was pouring out of the gilded venue.
In a letter later sent by Commander Yaga - and allowed through the barrier by Gojoâs powers - youâd specified that youâd like the wedding to be held in this magnificent limestone building; older than the rest of the palace it was attached to, and just as revered. Gojoâs reply had been simple: I am already aware of this arrangement, my future Queen.
And you didnât want to think of how he knew.
Low chandeliers. Sprawling rose pathways. Attendants zipped back and forth between extending your train and sneaking looks inside the royal cathedral.
âDo you see him- move-â
âOh, heavensâis that him?â Your skin prickles in goosebumps.
âI thought he hadâŚâ
âI would never have expected him to be soâŚâ
Traitorous to that expressionless facade you had on, your heart races as yet another attendant hastens to join the troupe peering inside the pews- and gasps. For, what could that mean? What could such a reaction be indicative of?Â
What did Gojo Satoru look like?
Itâs not that you held physical looks upon a pedestal - you knew such frivolities were ephemeral, and youâd met far too many handsome nobles whose good looks did little to compensate for their manners or lack thereof. But itâs justâŚ
You had an image of Gojo Satoru in your head.
Though legends often described him as a half-man, half-leopard with six eyes and bat-like wings that carried him over vast battle fieldsâyou envisioned him as something slightly different. Perhaps a half-man, half-beast just as they said, with paws far larger than a normal snow leopard, and a fur-muzzled face that looked ready to eat you.
Something as mythical as they made him sound.
Youâre shivering, and one of the attendants asks you whether youâre cold.
Youâre shaking your head evenly, and they look up at each other and nod. You touch your gloves for comfort.Â
They throw the gauzy veil over your face and fully open the double doors to the cathedral. The music had uplifted: it was time for you to walk down the aisle.
Your steps were just as poised and perfect as your years of etiquette lessons had taught you - and to the naked eye, you might even look confident. There goes the Queen, our savior, our monarch, marrying off the monster from the Kingdom of Hybrids to protect her people.
But out of their view, you knew your hands shook where you clutched that white rose bouquet.
It really was cold inside the venue.
It seems like eons before youâre reaching the end of the altar, and before your royal officiant begins his speech. Due to your veil, your vision of Gojo was obscured - other than the pointed tips of polished white shoes. You could sense that he was tallâbut just how tall (taller than a human could be?) was still a mystery to you.
As the officiant reaches the end of his speech, two pale hands come into your line of vision. Long with slender fingers, slightly blushed at the tips of his knuckles - Gojoâs hands, you realize with a jolt - were reaching out for something you had.
Your own hands, it catches up to you.
And, tentatively, youâre putting your left hand in his.
It flinches- for just a split-second because of its frigidness. Before youâre keenly aware of the restlessness of your ministers in the front row, and youâre placing it back into his grasp.
âYour Majesty, if you could now place the ring on Her Highnessâs finger and repeat after meââ And there was no ring in Gojo Satoruâs hands- there was no ring. But the next time youâre blinking - as if it had just manifested out of thin air - heâs suddenly holding the most beautiful band of silver in his hands.
A delicate wreath of precious metal, fashioned into two ferns that enveloped your ring finger perfectly, settled with a teardrop alexandrite in the middle and two smaller white diamonds on either side. Gojoâs fingers were cold as they held yours and pushed the ring on. The officiant continues, â-with this ring as a symbol of love, of commitment, of unity, and of peaceââ
And a soft, smooth tone follows- his.Â
Not quite the low, animalistic growl that you might have expected, nor the hissing sibilance of something shadowy - but something different entirely.
âWith this ring as a symbol of my eternal love, of my commitment, of our unity, and of peaceââ
It was the rich, noble tone of a royal. Gojo enunciated his words perfectly - and his deep voice echoed across every corner of the vast cathedral. Such a pretty voice and so- so human that it makes the hairs on your body raise.
The officiant continues with a light cough - if he were equally as surprised at the Kingâs voice, then he makes no indication. âI wed theeââ
âI wed theeââ And then Gojo says your name and it makes your heart almost stop. The way it rolled off of his tongueâŚit sounded like a prayer.Â
â-and pledge my love to you in this lifetime.â
â-and pledge my love to you in this lifetime, and in each one after.â
Thereâs a slight shifting on the numerous wooden pews as Gojo takes his freedom with the vows. And then a slim silver band is handed to you - it feels cold in your palm, impersonal, though not nearly as cold as your future husbandâs fingers - and your hands tremble as you take them in yours. The officiant turns towards you and utters those same vows-Â
âWith this ring as a symbol of love, of commitment, of unity, and of peaceâŚâ Youâre repeating, sliding the ring onto his lengthy ring finger. Almost inhuman in nature. ââI wed thee, Your Royal Majesty, King Gojo Satoru-â
Your voice falters.
His hands grow a little tighter on yours.
â-and pledge my love to you in this lifetimeâŚâ And youâre unsure what makes you take it- youâre so unsure. But you canât help but echo just what the snow leopard hybrid had stated earlier, â-and in each one after.â
A soft rush of exhales as both rings now glint upon your matching fingers.
United as one.
The officiantâs booming voice announces, âBy the power vested in me, I now pronounce youâŚhusband and wife.â In the distance a bell tolls, and it swells above the creaking of mahogany as the spectators lean in their chairs. âYou may now kiss the bride.â
Gojoâs hands - now clad with a single wedding ring - lift up the safety of your veil. And youâre blinking at the sudden rush of light nowâyouâre blinking up at him.
And oh.
Your breath catches in your chest, heart a-stuttering. Pert lips. Dimpled cheeks. Young- he couldnât have been more than a few years older than you. Eyes such a pale blue that they looked almost white. For the crisp white strands of his hair catch the sunlight filtering through the windows, setting his features a-glow and revealing to you the most beautiful man youâve ever seen. Human.Â
He looked utterly human.
Gojo Satoru lowers his head towards yours but hesitates, his gaze searching for an answer in yours. And perhaps it was the shock of seeing the King of Hybrids for the first time - after so long looking out of your window for a glimpse of him - or perhaps it was the dizzying rush of warmth thatâd suddenly run through your body butâbut youâre leaning in first.
Youâre the one kissing him, sealing your fate with the cruelest king of them all.
His lips were smooth and cool to the touch, tasting faintly sweet.Â
You feel Gojo smile into the union, before heâs pulling back and re-slotting his mouth more eagerly against your own.Â
Cheers erupt in the cathedral. And surely your advisors were shaking hands with one another, surely your mother was wiping off tears.Â
One of your hands rests against the silken material of Gojoâs suit, pressed up against his chest where his heart battered. Only slightly faster than your own racing one - even though it wasnât an embrace too scandalous nor prolonged, a thrill rushed through your body that you couldnât explain.
Gojo cups your left cheek softly, though there was a lack of pressure that let you know that you were free to pull back any time. And you had to pull back - you needed to.
If not for the fact that this was a man youâve never met before, then for the fact that The Ton would have far too much to say after the wedding - the Kingâs condition of a single night only added to the scandal.
But you justâŚ.you just didnât want to. Some strange part of you deep, deep down only wanted to sigh through your nose as you leaned even deeper into him.
Something deep, deep, deepâ
Before a hoot of celebration from somewhere in your audience jolts you back into your senses.Â
And youâre pulling away from him as if it burned.Â
Burned.
Burnedâyour body felt as though you were burning up. Feverish.Â
It feels as though your veins were suddenly thrumming with an energy that wasnât entirely yours, and the faster every single particle of you was vibrating - the hotter your body was feeling.
Warm tears welling up in your eyes. Mind never having felt clearer.
Youâre panting once and itâs the most scorching breeze youâve ever feltââFuck.â A ripple runs through your body as you realize youâve just sworn without meaning to- and it seems to extend past you and into the body of Gojo himself.
Gojo.
Gojo. Gojo. Gojo.
Whose nostrils flare and his eyes grow sharper. Behind him, his fluffy tail of white with rosettes swings from side-to-sideâtail? You hadnât seen that beforeâŚAnd youâre stumbling closer as if to get a closer look, to which Gojo Satoru easily catches you in his arms.
His strong hand clasps at your waist, and youâre finding your body leaned shamefully into his chest.
Looking up into his pale, pale blue eyes - like the skies of an ever-present winter - you gulp. And then you tilt your neck slightly to the side, as though bearing it for him.
Gojoâs lips part, and you see sharp canines peaking between his pink lips.
The cathedral has gone quiet by now, any sense of humor and victory bled dry - as dry as he could bleed you, if ever his canines chose to make a target of your pretty neck. As though reading their urgent thoughts, the Hybrid King leans inâclose enough that his cold pants cascade down your throat and your arched spine.
You gulp as his dampened teeth approach until theyâre mere millimeters away.
In what feels like another far-off land, youâre hearing the cluttering of iron and armored knights approaching. The footsteps of your kingdomâs best troop, led by Commander Yaga, and their shouts for Gojo Satoru to cease as he himself plunges into this inexplicable daze. Flesh on flesh.
But youâre only closing your eyes in anticipation of his bite-
His bite that falters as Gojo flicks his snow leopard-like ears over to the storming knights- and he cracks a slight smile.Â
One arm on your waist, and the other gently grasping your nearly ring-clad hand, he swings the two of you around as though waltzing to a music you couldnât hear. The orchestra had long stopped.
And then youâre both disappearing into thin air.
Leaving behind only the rose bouquet.
.
.
.
By the time youâre opening your eyes, you werenât at the royal cathedral any longer, and it feels as though you never were.
And one look around the room you were in makes you think that you never will be again. Ever again.
The chamber opened up like the mouth of a beast, of which you were inside with no way out. Teeth-like artifacts and ridges of bookshelves swathed the circular room luxuriously; titles of both human and hybrid languages of which you knew only a few sparse words. This was clearly the room of someone well-read, and your eyes glazed over at the large mahogany desk scattered with pictures, diagrams, and maps.Â
Portraits. Balconies with more bookshelves. Stairs and spirals. And a few remnants of armor emblazoned with your kingdomâs insignia, the debris of a meal well-had. Like a massive uvula a chandelier hung from the high ceiling, and the longer you stared at it- the more it dawned upon you that it seemed to be made of some ever-lasting ice.Â
Its windows provided little light and even less location. Fogged with frosty clouds, they were merely windows into a beast that had no soulâa beast that only hungered with no thoughts. A chill runs down your spine.
In just a second, you knew where you were: you were in the North Palace. Presumably in one of King Gojoâs studies.
Youâre feeling his cold presence next to you- and youâre pressing yourself against the stone wall instantly. And he follows. Putting a hand down your right glove and pulling out the dagger youâd hidden beneathâalways had. Always will.
You raise the tip of its silver blade to kiss Gojo Satoruâs neck.
It trembles just a little as he swallows.
Gojo has you pushed against the wall - chest to chest, pant mingling with pant - and one of his arms rested on the space above your head. He looks down at you with steely blue eyes.
His snow leopard tail quivers for a little bit- before coming to wrap around your leg.Â
He almost tugs you to him and youâre gasping, pricking the dagger against his neck until a bead of crimson follows. âA step closer and I shall end this war right now-â Youâre hissing.
And to your surprise, Gojo merely smiles. âYou may believe that.â He lazily flickers his eyes down to the weapon you had clutched, and a slow frost starts overtaking everything from its handle to the blade. âBut I am aware you wonât.â
âYou know not a thing about me-â
âSo you may think.â He reaches up and you almost flinch- in fact, every fibre of your rational being believes that you should flinch. But something elseâŚsomething else entirely deeper and ancient keeps you in place, staring into Gojoâs eyes as he runs his fingers down your cheek. Letting the cold metal of his wedding ring kiss your skin, and youâre leaning into the touch - you wanted it so bad. But you didnât know why. âBut I believe I know you more than you might think, my Queen. In this life and others.â
You struggle to keep your breath even- why did you wish to lean into him once more? âYouâre nonsensical. Youâre crazy.â
âPerhaps so.â Gojo hums, his canines glinted in the dim lighting of the chandelier. âBut this lowly hybrid only grows crazy for you.â
Your breath stutters. Youâre breathing in his ice-cold scent.Â
Gojo raises his nose in the air as if smelling something - you do, too, but youâre unable to sense anything but the coldness of winter and pine. But whatever he smells in the air makes him smile something simpering, âYou are free.â
You balk, âWhat?â
âYou are free to roam wherever you wish.â He says, finally creating some distance between you two. âYou are free toâŚâ Something catches his attention- he reaches out. And for a second there, you think heâs about to steal your daggerâbut what Gojo clasps onto is your glove. The King presses that precious fabric against his face and inhales your essence, â-do whatever you wish.â
Leaving you stunned, the hybrid turns his back to you and walks towards the arched door. Glove crushed between his fingers.
He makes it until the frame of the door - of which he fills out most of its vast shape - before looking over his shoulder at you. âEverything except leave, of course. For the night.â
As he walks away, he calls.
âMy attendants shall see to it that youâre led to your room and given a tour around the palace, and they shall provide you robes to which you may change into. The bath is already drawn, and my kitchens have prepared refreshments.âÂ
You feel yourself sliding down the stone wall.
âDinner shall be served once night falls- do not be afraid to let the royal chefs know what nourishments please you.âÂ
Ultimately ending up on the floor. Hand shaking on your dagger.
âOnce morning comes, you may do anything you please.â
Youâre wondering what it was you felt earlier as you bared your neck to him.
âYou may even leave.â
Itâs then that a troupe of attendants enter after Gojoâs exit, hybrids of all shapes and sizes and colorsâhuman. For the most part. They were similar to Gojo in the sense that they possessed more human features than the stories of your kingdom foretold, with ears and tails pertaining to their hybrid type, and demeanours which gave away their status as hybrids even if they wore cloaks.
One such hybrid - a red panda with a scar across her beautiful face - introduces herself as Utahime, the head attendant. She looks down curiously at you.
Your panting breaths. Your widened gaze.
âForgive my manners, Your Majesty, but I havenât seen a human before.â She tilts her head down at you, red ears twitching. âWorry notâŚitâs a little startling the first time for us, too.â
âThe first time?â Youâre being helped to stand by her.
âThe first time.â Utahime nods, âAre you perhaps a little disoriented? We may pay a visit to my mate, Shoko, in the healing ward - sheâs a caracal if that interests you - if you wish?â
âA caracalâno, hold a moment-â So much was swirling in your headâthe first time, the mate, the existence of a healing ward just as your palace did. What on Earth wasâŚâWhat do you mean by the first time? A mate?â
Utahime looks confused, mouth dropping slightly. âWhy, because His Majesty has-â
âUtahime.â A stern, feminine voice sounds from the doorway.
Youâre looking over the red panda hybridâs shoulder to see a woman with short, straight hair standing at the stone door. Her ears so large and triangular - twitching back and forth with its tufted tipsââAllow me to look over Her Majesty.â
âO-of course.â Utahime moves to the side.
The hybrid - Shoko, you assume - looks over you for any signs of injuries or scratches during the journey here, including testing you for symptoms of magical nausea.Â
And it seems a somewhat regular check-up, one that was reminiscent of the ones conducted in your own kingdom, until Shoko takes a cotton swab out of her medical bag and slides it down the tender spot of your throat.
All down that column. Lymph nodes.
As if your skin was more sensitive than ever, youâre shivering.
She inspects that cotton swab and lets it waft in the air for a seconds - seemingly all ordinary, itâs not long before Shokoâs wrapping it up and placing it all back in her bag.Â
And youâre not able to ask what that particular process was about before Utahimeâs bounding up to you again. The attendants had waited for your brief check-up to conclude.Â
âAre you prepared for your tour, Your Majesty? Or would you prefer we bathe you first?â She asks.
âI believe I would like to freshen up first.â You answer, before looking at the woman that had an open expression on her face. Little nubs of her canines peaked out through her smile. She wasnât nearly as terrifying as all the stories had led you to believe, âFor what reason do you do that?â
âPardon?â She cocks her head.
âFor what reason do you call me thatââYour Majestyâ?â Being led by her out of the study, youâre being shown around the various hallways and artifacts that were just as grand. âMy coronation is yet to be held, though it was supposed to be todayâŚâ
âOhâŚâ Utahime looks at you in slight confusion, âBut you are our Queen.â
Your brows furrow, âI am yet to be the Queen of my kingdom yet-â
âYou are the Queen of the Hybrids, Your Royal Majesty.â
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Youâd been slightly too harrowed to wonder just what the condition of âone nightâ would entail. If you were to go that farâŚperhaps youâd expected for the consummation of your marriage.
Or whatever it was that hybrids had equivalent.Â
Youâd been ready for it, however, both with your knife and your will.
If you had to fuck Gojo Satoru, then so be itâat least, that had been what youâd thought. Before. Before youâd seen him on the altar, and now, there was a part of you that would gladly exchange the rites of flesh.Â
And that scared you more than any legend.
Utahime was a wonderful guide around the palace, she explored every grand nook and cranny with you. The ballrooms. The libraries. The frozen fountains- yes, frozen. She took you from staircase down hallway down secret alleyways between bookshelves, leading you into grand halls with portraits of the Gojo family.
You stared quite longingly at those: white-haired, noble-faced hybrids that resembled Gojo in their species and strength. He looked more like his beautiful mother, you learned.
And something clenched in you as you remembered just why they werenât here.
Looking at the cherub face of the blue-eyed heir in the portrait, you couldnât help but ask Utahime- âWhat are the consummation traditions in your kingdom?â
Sheâd looked towards you slightly startled, âThe mating traditions, Your Majesty? WhyâŚthe same as your human mating traditions, I suppose.â
You gulped, âAnd the King-â
âHis Majesty would never force you into something that you do not wish to happen.â Utahime reaches out and holds your hand, youâre learning that itâs just as cold as her monarchâs. âFear not for your safety in this kingdom, my Queen. Harm shall never fall upon you in the Kingdom of Hybrids.â
You trusted her- you didnât know why, but you trusted her.
It had been past afternoon when youâd arrived at the North Palace, and well into the evening once youâd finished your tour. Thoroughly spent, your jaw had dropped once Utahime told you that it was just a few wings of the palace thatâd been explored-
âTomorrow, we may explore the towns. The people shall be overjoyed to meet their new Queen-â And then sheâd stopped in the middle of her sentence, throwing a nervous look your way. âThat isâŚif you so wish to stay past the conditions, Your Majesty.â
And you did not know how to answer her.
Later, after some reading in their vast libraries - far greater than even your own palaceâs - youâd been led into a sprawling dining hall for dinner.Â
It was a chamber that reminded you of Gojoâs study, though vertically longer to accommodate for the snaking table. Polished wood. Sparkling chandeliers. Paintings plastered across its oblong walls. Spread from nearly end-to-end of the royal room, you counted at least a hundred or so chairs on either side as you were bowed inside the great dining hall. Knights stood on guard with their weapons, though they didnât seem to pose a threat.
The table was laden heavy with food, fantastical ice sculptures, and a fireplace: you wondered how those ice sculptures didnât melt. Was this a work of Gojoâs powers, as well? Puddings and pastries. Truffles and rice. Steaks and vegetables. Sweet and sour.
Piled higher than your head.
Chocolates melted and crafted into all sorts of artworks that you didnât even know was possible to do with such an ingredient. In the middle of the table sat a six-tiered wedding cake, proudly crowned with miniature fondant figures of Gojo Satoru andâŚyou.
A cake like this would have taken well over two days - since your response - to create. And thatâs not to mention the fact that he already knew what you looked likeâŚ
Just how long had he been planning this?
There was everything your heart could desire- and you meant that. You hadnât taken Gojo up on his offer to make the kitchens privy to your preferences, and yet you were pleasantly surprised to find that almost all of the foods wereâŚyour favorites.
All your favorites.
How did theyâŚ
Youâre being led to the chair positioned at the very end of the table - the head chair often reserved for the leading ruler. The King, in this case.
OnlyâŚUtahime pulls out the silver-tipped chair at the very end and gestures for you to sit there.
You?
Youâre stopping short, âKing Gojoââ
âShall be sitting beside you, Your Majesty, worry not.â And youâre unsure whether you should be embarrassed that sheâd assumed you missed him - rather than the fact that you were wondering when heâd make an appearance, claim that chair the way he claimed you.Â
And as if to emphasize her point, sheâs tapping at the chair right beside yours.
Not the one at the head of the table.
The one beside it.
Lower-tiered.
âHis Majestyâs request.â
Youâd never heard of a King whoâd been happy to sit at a position lower than his Queen- let alone request for such a seating arrangement.Â
Slightly trembling, youâre taking your seat nonetheless.
And just as soon as youâre settling in- the doors bang! wide open.
In hurries a ferrety man in spectacles, holding an agenda to his chest and bowing so low that his nose touches the floor. âY-Your Majesty!â
âIjichiâŚâ Utahime grumbles, âWhatâs the meaning of this? Youâre interrupting the royal coupleâs dinner together.â
âI-I fear thatâs exactly the problem, Your Majesty.â The man - Ijichi, it seems - turns to you with an expression that couldnât have looked more apologetic if he tried. âI have been sent by His Majesty to inform you that he extends his deepest apologies, for he shanât be able to attend the royal dinner tonight.â
Youâre gripping the silver butter knife at your side, âPardon?â
And he flinches as though heâs just been struckââForgive me! It seems that some ah- unavoidable circumstances have risen that make it somewhatâŚdifficult for His Majesty to join Her Majesty tonight- th-though thatâs not certainly not for a lack of want! And His Majesty is supremely upset over the fact, itâs simplyâŚâ
Ijichi looks to Utahime for help. In the far corner of the room, the knights shuffle on their feet at the tension.
With a cautious expression, the woman steps closer - and as soon as sheâs within his proximity, Ijichi leans down to whisper something in her earâand her expression melts into one of understanding. Disappointed, but understanding.
She turns to you with an equally apologetic expression, âMy apologies, Your MajestyâŚâ
Your heart jumps to your throat.
âThe King is unable to attend tonightâs dinner.â
You donât know why youâre disappointed.Â
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You admit that the dinner passed by in a blur - delicious, and yet still a blur.Â
Perhaps if you donât miss anything of this excursion, then youâll at least think back on those delicacies fondly.
Although, you admit that Utahime - and even the ever-anxious Ijichi - had certainly grown on you. They kept you company throughout the rest of the dinner, and once you were finished the red panda hybrid escorted you to your royal quarters.
It was a vast chamber located not too far from Gojoâs study.
Even though most of the palace found itself composed of cold, hard stoneâthis room was special. It had the most delicate layers of paint spread across it, something you hadnât seen before even during your tour - baby blue in color, with faint patterns of snowflakes etched into every corner. Gilded decorations on every piece of furniture. A fireplace against one wall. More books than you could ever read in your entire life - let alone single moon here.Â
There was a balcony overlooking a befogged land that you could not discern, and a drop from it would have been fatal.Â
What drew you in the most, however, was the painting.
Most chambers in the North Palace were decked with precious paintings - hand-crafted oils of color in silver frames, those that looked more valuable than a room full of treasure and perhaps just as ancient - for it seemed that King Gojo was a lover of the arts. Interestingly enough.
You wouldnât have expected that of him.
But this oneâŚthis painting was the largest of them all.
It took up the space of one entire wall, which - according to your mental calculations - would have been thirty-two feet tall and eighty-eight feet wide. One side of your bedroom that was donning robes of oil paintâfeaturing the most picturesque vision ofâŚyour kingdom.
Your palace. Your people. Your dream as a monarch: seeing the people of your kingdom as happy as they should be.
The humans in this painting were hand-in-hand in the town square, dancing around a roaring bonfire. Around them were heaving tables laden with food, and behind- oh. Your eyes widened as you take in the painting even further - it wasnât just the humans that were dancing with one another. There were hybrids, too.
Your bed was a sprawling four-poster, and you huddled in amongst the silk-covered pillows.
This was your one night with King Gojo Satoru.
The first and the last.
Your one and only.
But there must have been a reason for this marriage, for his condition- there must have been. A full moon circled high in the sky, and peace couldnât have been so easy.
You kept your dagger underneath your pillow that night.
And so you sleptânot as fitfully as one might have expected.Â
When you wake up- itâs still nighttime.
Youâre sitting up on the bed and attempting to blink your vision back. It must have been an hour, perhaps two, since youâd gone to sleep- and you hate to admit it, but that must have been the best hours of sleep youâd gotten in years.
You might not even have woken up at all had it not been for the thunderous sound of footsteps outside.Â
Someone was running- no. Multiple people were running.
Heart battering against your chest, youâre grabbing the dagger out from underneath your pillow and getting onto your feet. You were wearing a thin layer of silk Utahime had bestowed upon you as a nightgown, but there was no time to consider propriety now - something was happening inside the North Palace.Â
Quickly unlocking the latch upon those double doors, itâs dark enough in the corridors that youâre slipping past the personal guards stationed outside your chamber. And crowded enough that you could slot into the chaos unnoticed.
Attendants. Advisors. Knights.
Hybrids of all different types and varying degrees of urgency - from urgent to being nearly in tears - were trampling like a herd in the same direction down the corridor.Â
Youâre keeping your head down low as you fit into a sparse gap of space and let yourself be led to wherever it was they needed to be. Forwards. Down a hallway. Forwards. Forwards.Â
Ultimately, youâre not travelling too far before heading down a high-ceiling hallwayâthe pathway leading up to a private chamber. And by the sheer luxury of this wing - and the constantly incremental paintings of the Gojo family - youâre guessing that this must be where the Hybrid King slept.
Something stirs at the pit of your stomach- did something happen to�
No, you couldnât let yourself think that.
Shaking your head free from such thoughts, youâre managing to squeeze past attendants and staff that stuffed every nook and alcove here like sardines. Everyone was fervid to get inside, and even more desperate to get out before too longâ
ThenâŚthe slightest crack in the door.
Breath catching in your chest, you shoot your arm out to catch it before it closes. Warm light filters from inside, and even warmer air follows it - fighting against whatever hybrid attendant was attempting to close it, youâre managing to wrench it open far enough to push yourself within.Â
Just as youâre thrust inside, you turn around and catch Utahimeâs gaze- also pressed against one wall of the corridor.Â
Her eyes widen as she realizes just who it isâand her mouth shouts out a silent âno-âÂ
Those double doors slam! shut.
Itâs a royal bedroom just as large as yours.
And you could go on describing all the polished pieces of furniture, and the draped blue curtains, and the chandeliers, and the books. One of the walls in his bedroom was covered in a painting, just as the wall in your room had been - though youâre not too focused on it right now. A carpet spread from underneath the king-sized bed and nearly to every corner of the roomâit was a stone-cold white, stitched intricately in the Gojo family emblem. But that was exactly what caught your eye.
Not the carpet, no- the bed.
Not exactly the bed itself, but rather the heavy metal chains on either side of it. Like dungeon chains.
There were six rings - thick and composed of rusting iron, one being half the length of your body - fastened to both walls sandwiching the bed. Falling from them were chain-links, each one the size of your head and twice as heftyâsnaking like boa constrictors along the chamber floor, the foot of the bed, on top of the mattress.
Each one was shackled to the hands and feet of Gojo Satoru.
Panting. Flushed.
Feverish.
Surrounded by some guards, Shoko, and the rest of her healers who kept pressing cold cloths to his forehead, wiping him down furiously.Â
Bucking into the air with a husky groan- it makes the dungeon chains rattle as theyâre tugged on. Hard enough to make the metal creeeeeakâ!
You donât know what more to gape at - the fact that he was strong enough to fight against six of those massive chains and nearly win, or the fact that Gojo was underneath a thin cover andâŚnaked.
Something stirs between your legs.
And instantly-
Instantly, Gojo stills.
The healers take a startled step back, cold cloths suspended in their hands as they assess their silent King.Â
But Gojo doesnât mind them.
Heâs sitting up properly on the mattress, eyes widened and locked on- oh.
Locked on you.
It makes you jolt.
For there was a harrowed look in his gaze - as though heâd just stumbled across a carnage site, might perhaps be tempted into creating one. And Gojoâs pupils were the size of pinpricks, the sea of blue around them somewhat glowingâwere you going mad? Were they really glowing?
His beautiful face was expressionless and primal.
His head raises into the air and sniffs it-
And suddenly those pearly white teeth display in an animalistic growl.
One by one, the healers follow their monarchâs line of sight - and their lips part as they take you in. His human bride.
Shokoâs the first to take a step forwards, âYour Majest-â
âOut.â
A strange thrill runs through your body.
Itâs not that Gojoâs voice was particularly loud, nor was it particularly threateningâbut it makes every single hybrid inside the room bow.Â
Falling to their knees.Â
Theyâre nodding once.
And in the blink of an eye, the healers - and most of the guards - are jerking onto their feet and running out - barely even throwing you a glance. Those double doors crack open once more, and youâre realizing that the commotion outside had calmedâyou get the strange feeling that if you were to turn around, you would see that every other hybrid there was kneeling, as well.Â
You donât know how youâre so sure - but you know he isnât speaking to you.Â
In mere moments, itâs only Shoko and Higuruma that remain at Gojoâs bedside. They look at you in concern, and then each other- opening their mouths to say something whenâ
âOut.â
Gojoâs sole command is followed by gales of wind that clatter the windows open and send the two hybrids toppling. Theyâre collapsing to the ground from the sheer force - ultimately being pushed up until the tips of your feet.
Their King neednât say a word more for them to stumble onto their feet and make a break for it.
The doors close thunderously, though not nearly as loud as your racing heart.
The wind dies down as theyâre leaving you alone with Gojo, and youâre wondering whether he even realized. Not a single waft of the gales had touched you somehow.Â
You swallow.
Itâs just you and him now.
Him and you.
And youâre not understanding where it came from, but youâre overwhelmed by the sudden feeling to walk over to him-
As soon as the thought manifests in your chest, you blinkâ
And Gojo Satoruâs standing right in front of you.
Towering figure. Heated pants.
Your dagger falls to the floor.
He was flushed as though burning from the inside out.Â
You swear that heâs even larger than you remember himâand you do remember him being large in the first place. But Gojoâs size right now was nearly inhuman - he stood about a foot taller than before; and the tips of his fingers had elongated with predator-like claws, the canines of his teeth had grown even sharper.Â
His fluffy patterned tail swishes agitatedly from side-to-side.
Nostrils flared as he drinks in your air.
Envelopes in it.
Youâre hesitating before raising your eyes up to meet his- and a gasp catches in your chest at his contracted pupils. Like a snow leopard on the hunt.
He stares you down like his most delicious prey.Â
And it should make you run- it should. But your body takes a stuttered step closer, until you could feel the heat radiating off of his body in feverish waves.Â
Youâre keeping your gaze confined to the area of his face nâ his sculptured chest, words picked carefully. âSatoruâŚâ
âLeave.â But whatever was on the tip of your tongue washes away with his breathless tone- voice sibilant as though a prayer. âI need you toâfuck, I wish for you to-â
âI refuse.â And your response bewilders the both of you, âYouâve exhausted your requests of me. Are we not fulfilling the marriage contract?â
âWe will- we haveââ His blue eyes clench shut, as though he was holding himself back. Fists clenched firmly at his sides, they shake- âFuck, this was not the planned course for our first meeting. Know that you are free to leave if you so wish - leave the chamber, leave the palace, leave the kingdom-â
âI will not breach the conditions-â
âI rescind the conditions.âÂ
Shock pumps through your body, âPardon?â
âI wished to romance you, I wished to write to you- I wished to show you the beauty of my kingdom tonight butâŚthose gloves- you made meâŚâ He shakes his head, âWar shall not prevailâwe shall commence the peace negotiations without a moon spent together.â Heâs slicking back his dampened white hair, âO-on the terms of an unforeseen illness, you may leave-â
âWhat sickness?â You demand.
âRut.â
Oh.
Oh.
It was one of the preliminary lessons in your hybrid history classes: the rut. A period of intense pheromonal and sexual desire; during which the hybrid grapples with the physical, emotional, and pheromonal desire to mate. It was always a concept that intrigued you. For a hybrid, these ruts are best exhausted when spent with a partner, though unmated hybrids may choose to weather through the week independently.Â
The mating period ends once the hybrid bites into the scent gland of their partner.Â
Between hybrids.
So why were you feeling so feverish, as well?
Youâre unsteady on your feet- and Gojoâs hands shoot out, but then surge back to his sides as though he thought better than to touch you when he was in this state. âPlease-â
âI would like to spend the moon with you.â Youâre blurting out before you can stop yourself, drunk on the heady scent of winter pine in the roomâwas it growing stronger? You look at him squarely, âAs newly-weds do.â
His breath catches, âYou are not aware what you ask of me-â Though his tail wraps around your ankle.
âI am.â
âYou are not aware what you ask of yourself.â
âI am.â Insisting.Â
Something deep inside you. Something deep inside you. Something deep inside you.
Fingers reaching up to the tie of your nightgown- before getting stopped instantly by Gojoâs hand. He pulls back with a hiss as though you burnedâthe pine fragrance grows even stronger inside the chamber.Â
His voice cracks as he looks at you, âYouâŚâ Eyes blowing out ferally, âYou humans are not built to handle a hybrid in rut. I shall easily ruin you-â
âThen so be it.â Your cunt twitches.
And Gojo sniffs the air as though he could smell it.
He moans.
And in a split-second youâre being tackled to the ground- pounced upon. As though you really were nothing but a pretty prey beneath his fingertips, Gojo spreads your back flatly against the carpeted groundâtoo far gone right now to even start thinking of the bed.
Hands caging either side of your head. Hot breaths wafting your features like a furnace.
He slots his toned, naked hips between your bent legs and ruts-
âFuck.â
Before letting out the most erotic sound youâve ever heard in your life - his spit-slicked lips fall open with it and stay open as he keeps pushinâ his trembling hips into yours. Glazed eyes clenching shut. Perspired head falling behind him.Â
Again and again.
Youâre feeling his thickened, throbbing erection press against your pussy through your thin nightgown. Openinâ up the crevice of your folds and massaging all along your outer cunt - because of how closely he was collapsed on top of you, you couldnât make out just what his cock looked like. But you could feel the heat, you could feel the pulsing of his prominent veins that glissaded down the damp patch of your entrance and made you squealâ
âY-Your Majesty-â You buck.
And heâs fucking pinning you down with his capped knees upon your legs. His bodyweight leaning on you. âSatoru.â He whispers breathlessly, eyes wide and somewhat dazed still.Â
âPardon?â
The hybrid reaches his hand across your body, âMy mate shall call me Satoru.â
Mate�
The fingers on his dominant hand snake down your front and grab a fistful of that satin nightgown you were wearing- before his claws extract and heâs teeeeearing straight through it. Ripping it into nothing but shreds that heâs throwing blindly over his shoulder.Â
Soon enough, youâre left in nothing but the scraps of what had once been a decadent robe. And the coating of lust across your body.
The evidence was undeniable - even in the yolky yellow fireplace lighting up the bedroom, there was a lecherous glisten between your legs. Naked. Pulsing.Â
A pretty gloss that makes Gojo take just one wide-eyed look- and gulp.
You think you can audibly hear the effect merely seeing your dampened cunt has on him, and it sends a thrill up your spine. The bed chambers only seem to be spiking in temperature.
A bead of glitterinâ slick drops from your tight hole, making you shiver as it falls vertically between your pussylips- only to be stopped by a single chaste kiss of Gojoâs swollen cockhead. He grasps his base using his right hand, motioning that plump, puckered tip to point around the orifice of your cunt.
Heâs probing the reddened top of his shaft against your hole and letting it stretch just a lilâ bit- âFuck.â You think that it should be you spewing out the profanities - but itâs Gojo instead. He growls. His blue peripherals roll to the back of his skull as he feels you clench around nothing. âFuh-fuuuuck.â
âShitââ
He dots at the pearly bead of slick.
He swirls it around your entrance.
He uses it to lacquer his already-glistening cock before reeling his hips back and pushing in-
Youâre gasping, hands coming up to dig your nails into his broad back. âSa-Satoru-â
And his jaw practically unhinges at the hot, heavenly feeling. âOh heavensâŚâ Muttering something primal at the back of his throatââO-oh heavens.â Heâs feeling the first few centimeters of his throbbing cock get suctioned in, before thereâs a sudden tightness of resistance that makes jerk his hips back and push once more- âOh my Queenââ
âSatoruâŚâ Just about the only thing that you can say, like a frenzied mantra. Eyes shuttering, âShit, I think you must know-â
The knobbly edge of his thumb veers between your pussylips, stretchinâ them apart and taking a good look in-between. He pumps even harder - âMy Queenâplease take it.â
Mewling.
Heâs tugging those dampened lips even further apart, âPlease fit in.â Only growing more and more desperate the longer your cunt refuses to gobble him up whole, âPlease- please fit inââ
âSatoru- fuck.â
Fingertips trembling where they were glued to the side of your pussy, stretching your entrance. Thwack after thwack. âPlease take- me-â
âYou must-â And he was now hammerinâ his hips into you in short, rapid semi-thrusts just to see himself swallowed up. So tight that it felt nearly impossible. So tight that a single drop of crimson escapes you, â-know that-â
âMy Queen-â
â-this is my first time.â
Thereâs a ragged exhale that gusts across your features, making your eyes fall shut at just how scalding hot it was feeling - molten inside. Every bit of his skin in contact with yours felt as though he was burning upââOh.â That pretty, spit-glossed mouth of his falls - he ruts once more. âOh.â
Your toes curl at the swabbinâ intrusion - Gojo was just so big that it was hard for you to take him. Bigger than any normal human.
And youâre feeling it even more once heâs pulling out.
With the most lecherous squelch! his erection plops out of your geysering orifice and ends up laid between your shivering thighs.Â
âI seeâŚâ Gojo hoarsely mutters, eyes entrenched in a staring competition with your pussy. âMine, too.â
âPardon?â You lean up onto your elbows instantly.
âI believe I saidââ He trails off, âMine, too.â
A thousand and one questions are whirling through your mind - everything from why Gojo hadnât partaken in a mating period prior to this, to why heâd chosen youâ
And then youâre blinking.
And suddenly youâre finding yourself sprawled out across his king-sized bed.
Head laid gently against the numerous luxurious pillows, your legs spread apart as though youâd never moved from the floor. Youâre faced with the slight inertia of the entire room shifting so suddenly- and it takes you longer than it shouldâve to realize that heâd just teleported the two of you once more.
Youâre clamoring up to rest upon your elbows, and staring down at the hybrid thatâd slotted between your legs now.
His soft strands tickle your body. Gojoâs already shifted until his face was level with your navel - his hot breath wafting across your skin. It sends goosebumps skittering across your middle nâ all the way down to your cuntâ
Something that heâs leaning in and sniffing.
Breathing in.Â
And then Gojo trundles out a low, animalistic growl.
You feel your hips bucking up in response and youâre not quite sure as to why-
But you donât have the time to ponder upon it for too long before Gojo dips the tip of his looooong, luscious tongue between your pussyâs slit.Â
Heâs sticking just the very edge of his tastebuds fitting between your folds and slide-slide-sliiiiiding down that dampened crevice. Up and down. Slipping between the two and slurping away the dewy droplets of sap that cling onto your cunt-
Gojo halts as the first taste of your pussy trickles into his mouth.
And then heâs gasping his parched lips open- already sounding as though heâs run a fucking field. âSo this-â Letting those deep vibrations of his voice scatter right between where you were most sensitive, â-this is what my mate tastes like.â
There it was againâmate.Â
Your body thrums, taking a strange pleasure in being titled that by the hybrid.Â
âWh-what do you mean by mâoh.â Moan turning into a yelp as his fluffy rosette-decorated tail - one you hadnât even realized was snaking ever-closer to your body - wraps around your right thigh and wrenches you closer to his hungry body. You stare into his eyes- starving.
Plastering his lips against your other ones as though he was fucking famished- Gojoâs nose digs between the wet slit of your core. Delving in-between. âMy mate.â The only thing he can manage to utter. The pointed tip pushes on the nub of your clit as though a button, grindinâ away deftly as heâs making out. âMy mate, my mate, my mateââ
âSatoruââ Youâre crying out, âI-Iâve never done this beforeâŚis it supposed to feel this good?â
âHmmmâŚâ Heâs clearly leering against your sensitive parts- and you can feel it. The hardness of his pearly whites tracinâ all over your entrance - âI havenât partaken in such activities either, is this kitty supposed to taste this sweet?â
You gasp. âYou canât just utter such obscenities-â
To which he pays no attention before rubbinâ his flushed cheek along the inner parts of your thighsâGojo leans in takes a gooooood whiff of where your pheromones were most saturated. Eyes falling shut as he indulges himself in it, and once heâs opening them back up you swear those pupils of his have transformed into hearts. âIs this kitty supposed to smell this sweet?â
Youâre simply bucking in shock at that.
Elongated claws tapping warningly against where heâs holding the right side of your waist, âSettle, my mate.â
And he can smell it- the way your cunt grows even more aroused, even sweeter, at being given this command. Paired up perfectly with your pet name.
Thatâs when he decides that heâs had enough of lappinâ away at the numerous layers of slick that polished your cunt - heâs had enough.
He wasnât some little kitty.
Gojo Satoru was a big cat, and that meant he has a big tongue.
Big enough to drown himself completely nâ utterly silly in the sweetened juices leaking out of you. In a mere few moments, heâs licked you completely dry. And heâs spreadinâ away the inside of your rim, scouring his tongue inside for more, more, moreâ
Long, thorough slashes inside your cunt.
âSh-shitââ Youâre babbling away stupidly, back arching off of the mattress. Ending up dragginâ your pussy even further against Gojoâs mouth - knocking against his nose and making him take your restless body on happily. âShit, your tongue-â Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull, â-itâs sho bigââ
âAll the better to taste you, dear.â Itâs a wonder that Gojo could detach himself from your pussy even for those brief seconds to answer.
Thrusting right between those swollen pussylips of yours- right into that quivering hole. He swirls his thickened muscle around a few times, âAnd y-youâre soâŚâ You could feel the texture of his uniform, ridged tastebuds molding to the sides of your walls. â-fuck, your tastebuds are so pointed.â
âAll the better to feel you, dear.â But of course, if you were in any better state of mind then perhaps you wouldâve remembered that snow leopards in particular possessed tongues with specialized tastebuds. Longer. Sharper.
Yet right now, the only thing youâre thinking of is just how good it feels to have Gojo Satoru fuck you with said tongue.
He was just so looooooong and thick. He stuffs you to the brim already.
Spreading and stretchinâ his tongue against your walls- as far inside as it could possibly go. Quite audibly, you swear you can hear the sounds of his wet muscle expanding against that snug channel. âA-and, SatoruâŚâ To him, your mewls sound like the prettiest song heâs ever heard. â-youâre so ravenous.â
He chuckles out something feral - something octaves higher than his usual baritone - against the front of your pussy. Pulling away from it with a wet smack! âAll the better toâŚâ And you know the strangely predatory tone of his voice shanât bode well for you. And you know the way he fucking purrsâyes, purrs as he nears your pussy once more shanât bode well for you. â-eat you, my dear.â
And then Gojoâs slamming every inch of his tongue back inside you - every fucking inch.
Except, this timeâŚthereâs a clear motivation tinglinâ at the honed tip of muscle. You could practically taste it in the soft sizzling wads of spittle that kept on leaking out of you.Â
Gojo was tonguing at your pussy like a maddened man- letting his nose crush against your clit, letting his canines nip slightly on your bloated folds. He plasters your cunt against his chin, head angled juuuuuust the exact number of degrees itâd take for him to propel his tongue forwards and hit a particular spot inside you.
Your feet anchor onto the luxurious mattress. Your back forms the perfect curvature against the bed.
Youâre letting your moans pour out of you twofold as you throw your head back nâ forcefully wrench your hips forward. âThereââ Registering, it takes a second for your mind to catch up to the fact that Gojoâs lengthy hybrid tongue has just rammed into your g-spot - with just his tastebuds. âY-you hit myâŚI didnât know that was evenâoh, Toru.â
âMy Queen.â Hoarse. Hissing. His tone was completely fucked as he uses his powerful tail to tug you even further against his slackened mouth, âMy mate.â
âToru, that feels too-â
âLet this kitty cream on my mouth.â Even his high cheekbones burn a faint crimson at the declaration, though he doesnât deny nor retract it. âLet this, kittyââ Come to think of itâŚthe snow leopard hybrid was purring as heâs makinâ out between your legs. â-let this kitty cumâŚâ
âGonnaââ Your voice starts hatching at the back of your throat, âG-gonna cum-â
Spurred on by your affirmations, those slashes at your g-spot grow even faster. More frequent.
Deeper.
Thereâs a tingly buzz coating your outer pussy at the rapid movements of his tastebuds- back nâ forth, back nâ forth, back nâ forth. And youâre feeling your pleasure start to ember even more powerfully as he keeps on planting constant hits and thrashes.
Tugs and pushes.
Hit after hiiiiiiit upon your poor g-spot.
Soon enough, your vision starts to overload with sultry white stars of bliss. And Gojo smells the cloying pheromones on you before you even register it- but youâre cumming.
All over his tongue.
Itâs a wave of euphoria that starts from the tips of your toes and explodes where his tongue was digginâ between your pussylips- before ultimately shooting through every valve, blood vessel, and capillary within you. Taking over you.
Toes curling. Tears shooting up to your eyes.
This might just have been even better than those long, lonely nights beneath your royal covers - when youâd slip in a finger or two and fervently hope that your attendants didnât need you for anything.
Youâre letting out the prettiest few echoes of his name- and you donât even care who hears you right about now. Because the one person that commanded them all - this entire land - had his head between your legs and his tongue lappinâ away hungrily.
As though he hasnât had a proper meal in monthsâyouâre suddenly remembering with a jolt that heâd missed dinner tonight.
Gojo manages to probe your most sensitive spot during peak after peak.
Rush upon rush of dopamine flooding your body- he was sure to drag his textured tastebuds along your most precious caverns when those times came. And perhaps if your mind was any less muddled, heâd be able to tell you that heâs timing them perfectly using the spikes of your heady pheromones whenever you felt too good - but he was happy to merely listen to your babble right now. To fuck you stupid with his mouth.
He was tugging aside your pussylips and scraping every inch of your walls as though he wanted his entire nation to hear youââMine.â The pointed tip of his tongue tickles your g-spot, âMy mate-â
Those mere few droplets of slick you were letting out wasnât enough for Gojo, and heâs using the unyielding restraint he had on your ankle to keep on gyrating your hips. Manhandling your hips. Grinding your wet pussy against his mouth.
His maw slurpinâ every orifice-
Spreading aside your velvety walls as though he wished to go even deeper. And heâs reaching up his right hand to push aside those swollen lips of yours andâ
âSh-shiiiiitââ Youâre just barely surfacing from your last orgasm when you feel something cold nâ clammy sliding down your swollen pussylips.Â
Claws retracted. The knobbly tips of Gojoâs fingers spread you openâand youâre just starting to wonder which set of hands this isâŚwhen you feel the frigidness of his fucking wedding ring probe inwards. It was a band of pure silver far colder than even his own hands- contrasting thoroughly against the heat of your pussy.
Youâre whining as though youâre wounded (though it was the complete opposite of feeling as such) as the ice-cold sensation of it circles your sensitive hole a few times.
Gojo teases your entrance before heâs properly sinking in. Taking his timeânot at all.
Did you really think that a hybrid in heat took his time? Did you really think that a hybrid in heat didnât have the patience to merely take his ready mate?
And that was exactly what the King was doing with his perfectly prolonged digits - already having stretched out your cunt enough that he doesnât have to hesitate before plunging in two fingers into your wet cavern. âWait- youâre still not done?â
His long lashes flutter, âWould you like me to be, Your Majesty?â
âN-not exactly, itâs justâŚâ And you almost feel shy admitting this to him - even though youâve already comeâŚso far, there were still some etiquette lessons drilled into you. â-I thought Iâd be getting Your Majestyâs cock by now.â
And that makes him stall.
That makes his doughy fingertips lurch up and hit the roof of your cuntâaccidentally locating your g-spot with just a bit of swerving.
âOh.â Gojoâs jaw drops a bit- and those dimples make an appearance once more. âWorry not, my Queen.â
Thereâs the most long, lecherous sluuuuuurp! as he then pulls his fingers out.
âA beautiful creature such as yourself shanât be fucked like any other lowly human.â The hybrid leers up at you with a half-lidded gaze, and those fingers of his twitch excitedly at your entrance. He murmurs thickly, âIâm going to breed you.âÂ
Slam!Â
And thatâs all it takes for his fingers to stuff you in every nook nâ cranny.Â
Those mountainous knuckles of his start up like a battering ram between your legs, and no matter how much youâre squirming at the overstimulation- you can bet on Gojoâs tail to hold you in place. Stronger than it looked with its unassuming demeanor.Â
Every time youâre being lurched backwards by the sheer force of his fervid thrusts, the King drags you back down using his appendage.
Leaving you not an ounce of mercy as heâs swabbinâ his rounded fingertips into your g-spotâso long that heâd be able to tease that particular bundle and then glide down to swat your cervix.Â
Your eyes bulge at the feeling of his intrusion, back arching. âO-oh my godââÂ
âSatoru, you mean.â
âSatoâpardon?â Tears layering over your peripherals, your visionâs starting to become hazy nonetheless. And a shiver runs down your spine as youâre watching his handsome face lean closer to your dripping wet core once more.
All the excitement of Gojo hookinâ his fingers in nâ ruining you from the inside meant that your slick was overflowing. Excess that he leans down to lap his tongue over as though the sweetest nectar- and maybe it really was.
Gojoâs flattened tongue starts rolling the most lewd kitty licks over your throbbing clitâholding eye contact with you all the while. âMy mate.â
âSatoru-â You yelp.
âMy mateââ The constant rhythmic slamming against your g-spot was starting to make your g-spot feel tender. Perhaps it has even started bruising - perhaps you were hurtling into your second orgasm faster than you mightâve thought.Â
And itâs with his upper half bowed over your pussy - with his canines gnawinâ away on your clit - that Gojo pushes you into cumming. Again.
He makes yet another zap of euphoria take over your body- so lightheaded now that it felt as though you could keel over at the softest breeze. Your thighs tremble. Your legs fight to wrap around his head.
And Gojoâs taking such utter pleasure in stopping your squirming hips from moving- from smoochinâ and smoochinâ the slender tips of his fingers against your sweetest spots.
âHafta make my- ngh, mate feel good.â Heâs whispering, almost to himself. Gojo runs the plumpness of his fingertips aaaaaaall across your insides, quirking them perfectly when he has to run you through a peak of your high. âHafta-â
âCummingââ Too late, youâre bellowing out. âIâm c-cumming, Toru.â
âI know.â He responds simply. âThis kitty told me.â
And you swear thatâs enough to push you straight over another edge - another high. Sparks of friction breaking out across your skin. As Gojo stimulated your clit nâ your deepest innards to elongate this current one, and past that into another one, and another one, and another-
âCumâfucking cum, kitty kitty.â He hums.Â
Four- yes, four of his fingers pushing aside your slick-glazed walls now.Â
By the time youâre letting the waves of pleasure wash over you, youâre completely and utterly spent. Exhausted. Unable to do anything but lay yourself spread-eagle on the duvet, youâre raising your head weakly to look down at Gojo.
He pulls off of your clit with a lecherous pop!Â
A few thin strings of spittle still connect you to his mouth, âBrace yourself, my mate.â
âBraceâŚ?â And as he straightens from his position at your feet - from his position worshipping your pussy at your feet - youâre letting your jaw drop. âOh.â
Because it was justified for him to ask you to brace yourself.
Hell, you might just not make it out alive if you didnât brace yourself.Â
Youâd already known that Gojo was considerably big from his time ruttinâ against you on the carpeted floor like some animal. But what you didnât know was just what he looked like exactly.Â
Large.
Lavished in veins.
It was expected that Gojo would be bigger than a human man - or, at least, what youâd assumed a human man would average based upon your sparse knowledge from anatomy books - but itâs just how much bigger than made your jaw drop. For he was comfortably around eight inches, perhaps even veering into nine.
Seeing the sheer girth of his base was enough to make your thighs squeeze together- squelch! Youâd underestimated just how wet youâd gotten.
Plump tip furiously swollen nâ agitated - the merest breeze was enough to make him dollop out a generous serving of his precum. It was flushed a shade of pink that matched the blush upon Gojoâs cheeks as he took in your staring.
Vermicular veins. Throbbing circumference.Â
And then there were his pretty balls - so full. Decorated along his v-line with a spattering of snow-white hair.
And you found yourself admitting that Gojo Satoru was strangelyâpretty.Â
All the way down to his cock.
You swallow, âS-so?â
âPardon? And so?â The King cocks his head in cute confusion.
His ancient bedframe then creeeeeaks as youâre lifting your hips up, âArenât you going to breed me like you promised, Your Majesty?â
He flinches as though heâs just been struck.
OhâŚhasnât anyone ever taught you not to poke the bear? Or in this case, the snow leopard? Nevermind that now, however, because it was far too late for it - given youâd found yourself married to one.Â
To the beast that bears his teeth carnally upon your provocation.
To the monster that slots his hips between your thoroughly jittery legs and gives your cunt a gooooood spankinâ with his ruddied tip.
To Gojo Satoru who runs his twitching tip down the forefront of your pussy a few times before heâs spreading apart your pussylips and push-push-puuuuushing. Sinking in his teeth into his lower lip as he sinks his cock into youâand immediately, tears spurt to his eyes.
Gojoâs barely easing an inch between your swollen folds before heâs fucking sobbing-
âIt- it feelsââ Heâs clawing out a few wretched moans from the back of his throat. âIt feels s-soââ
âSoâ?â Youâre attempting to coax out of him. This was his first time just as much as yours, and although you might not know much about hybrid mating rituals, one thing was for sure - Gojo was extra, extra sensitive tonight.
âSo gângh.â Choking those words straight back into his throat- heâs just barely managing to fit his plump, reddish tip in. It was throbbing against your walls and slippinâ inside with the help of your slick. âHow can it feel so good?â He hisses.
Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull, âPardon? Y-youâre asking me- hck! how?â
âHow.â As though no other explanation was needed. Gojoâs fucking into you in shallow, short thrustsâalmost nothing. Barely squeeze-squeeze-squeezing the first thickened segment of his shaft inside before heâs met with the resistance of your tight channel- and then heâs pulling back with a pained groan as if it killed him to detach himself from the glutinous embrace of your pussy.
And the more nâ more heâs feeling youâthe more heâs utterly breaking upon entering your warmth. âIs there magic that you use? I-is there a spell youâve put me under?â His grip on your waist trembles.
âNoâŚâ You whimper, âAnd for what reasonâŚâ
âFor i-it should not be possible for a kitty to feel soâŚâ He groans. Gojoâs eyes are fluttering shut once you give his throbbing girth a little clench, and when he opens them back up again youâre finding those sky-blue peripherals to have been covered with a few layers of tears. â-so delicious.â
âYou make it sound as though you wish to- ngh, feast upon me.â
âPerhaps.â
âPerhaps?â
The hybrid edges his perspired head closer to yours, letting the tips of his white bangs tickle your skin. âFor what else must newly-weds do on the night of their wedding?â
That silver wedding ring glints on his left hand - both due to the quality of the metal, and due to the fact that it was still covered in the remnants of your sweet juices.Â
Gojo notices this, too.
And without a single warning, heâs reaching his hand up and sucking off the glaze of slick. Looking you straight into your dilated pupils as he does so.
It sends a carnal throb down to your cunt that he sniffs in the air-
And then everythingâs happening at once.
Gojoâs jolting, Gojoâs grasping both of your pretty legs and throwing them over his shoulders. Hands upon either side of your limbs nâ wrangling them easily as he bends his upper half down looooowâkissing his sweaty forehead to yours.
The sudden change in positions makes you keen. âA-and youâre completely sure youâre inexperienced, Toru?â
âPromise, my mate.â He exhales into your mouth. âIâd never take another but you.â
And though the gesture had started off sweetâŚthe further his mazinâ tip scoured in, the sharper his canines grew against your poor wobbly lips. The stronger his body seemed to grow in response to pinning your needy hips down and shoooooooving rude cock inside-
âTake it.â Gojo snarls into the crook of your neck, âTake it.â
âPleaseââ Being pushed constantly up towards the mahogany headboard.
âTake- oh.â Absent-mindedly, he wraps his powerful tail around your left thigh once more. Stopping you from being jostled back and forth because of the sheer force of his rovering hips- hips that were just hungry to feel his mate warped around his entire, rock-hard cock.
And you wonder whether he even realized.
Because if you thought it was far-fetched to assume that Gojo Satoru was breaking on your pussy just from the ruined state of his voice, then youâd be sorely mistaken.
The longer heâs tunneling between your sodden pussylips, the more nâ more heâs less the composed gentleman youâd been married to at the altar. âTake it-â To be quite honest, youâd be comfortable stating that he was becoming more hybrid than human the longer he was in lecherous contact with the wet cavern of your cunt. âTake it, take it, take itâplease.â
Tears falling down his pretty cheeks.
The longer his thrusts became, the more hidden crevices inside you that he was opening up. Youâd been completely right to ogle Gojoâs massive cock- because right now it felt like he was splitting you in half.Â
In the best way.
âYou need to take it, sweetheartââ Gojo damn near whimpers, âYou n-need to take your mateâs cockâŚâ
He was straightening out the smallest crevices at your innards, he was digging his claws deeeeep against the sides of your thighs. Pulling you back after every thrust.
And itâs not long before Gojo finds himself completely bottoming out.
Letting his divot baaawl out a few ribbons of pre that slick towards your womb. Letting his bulbous, blushinâ tip thud! away at the very back of your cervix.Â
The silken bedsheets are bunching up where Gojoâs knees were scrambling to get even closer to the bottom of your pussy. Attempting to push his probinâ cockhead even deeper inside your sponge-covered depths, Gojoâs practically falling over himself to bend you in half.
To bend and to bend.
To thrust and to thrust-
The bed creaks in a cacophony that accurately represents just how heâs fucking you like heâs furious. Body burnished in heat. Hissing and snarling between his clenched fangs.
Those unfairly attractive hips of his were affected, too, because theyâre starting to stutter forwards as though heâs just found heaven inside of you. Reeling his hips aaaaaall the way back in reverse - until his rounded, reddened tip was the only thing holding your entrance open.Â
And then Gojo wastes no time before pounding himself inside all the way till the hilt.
The very hilt.Â
Youâre squirming at the patch of his white, white hair that scratches your pretty clit. âA-and about the breeding thingâŚâ
âHmmmm?â
âAre you really going to fuck me- ngh, pregnant, Toru?â
Awwwwwâhow cute. Those glowing azure eyes of his widen in amusement- or perhaps something else entirely that you werenât able to pinpoint. He leans in with a simpering smile, âFuck you pregnant? How crass.â
âN-nghââ Your head throws back at the feeling of his globular cockhead lining down your g-spot. He ends up rubbinâ over that particular bundle of nerves for a few seconds, before glissading a hit straight to your womb-
âIâm going to make you my mate, my Queen.â
âOh-â
âOfficially.â
Youâre unsure what exactly such an arrangement between hybrids would entailâbut all you know is that you want it. Badly.Â
A primal desire deep-rooted into your very being, one that you couldnât explain even if you tried - it was from the depths of your soul, pouring outward in every ribbony wire of slick that you were letting out. All for Gojo Satoru. Clinging onto Gojo Satoru.
Itâs coating his thickened cock in numerous layers that glisten underneath the pale lighting of a royal chamber, splatterinâ between your two bodies as his frenzied pace only accelerates. âSa-Satoruââ
âYes, Your Majesty?â
It always sent such a shocking thrill across your body to realize that he was the one referring to you like that - perhaps your most formidable foe yet.Â
And the massive bedframe creaks as youâre raising your hips up to meet his- the constant smack-smack-smacking of skin on relentless skin growing in pitch and volume. âI need it.â Looking at him through your tear-drenched lashes, âI need it s-so badlyââ
âWhat is it?â He breathes out in an almost desperate tone. Gojo presses his lips to yours and kisses you in a way that was so fucking filthyâheâs flickering his tongue in and out, fishing out the sweet wads of your saliva. Before leaning his head back a bit and spitting between your wobbling lips - claiming every spot inside you that he wanted to. âWhat is it that you wish for, my Queen?â
Before anything else, his right hand then snakes between your two sweaty bodies.
Familiarly locating your cute clit and giving a few niiiiice rolls between his index and his thumb.
âTell meââ He responds. He begs. âTell me what it is your heart desires-â His sentences and syllables being punctuated by a solid slam against the back of your pussy every time. âTell me, and I shall move mountains and heaven for you, my mate.â
And after such a declaration, a part of you almost feels embarrassed about the next words out of your mouthââI want you toâŚcum inside me, Toru.â
He jolts. âSweetheart, are you aware-â
âNot that.â Gojo answers - and the sudden leer that follows is something that makes your lips part. Something that was certainly not going to bode well for you or your poor pussyâŚâSweetheart, are you aware that-â
And before heâs finishing that particular sentence, Gojo reaches down and gently clasps your dominant hand in his own.
He tugs it down between his legs-
To where youâre feeling the smooth gliiiide down his erect shaftâdown every single curve, crevice, and vein. He was just so long that this made you squirm. Ultimately, youâre ending up with your fingertips pressed against the very start of Gojoâs hilt, where the carpet of his white hair was just ending.
And youâre wondering just what it is he was trying to oh-so-lecherously make you feel whenâŚ
When your palm pushes up against something so very thick and swollen at the base of Gojoâs cock. And youâre just gasping-
âA-are you aware of the effect you have on me, Your Majesty?â Gojoâs ragged tone permeates your hearing, punctuated by the constant thrashes nâ bucks of his hungry cock. Inside, inside, inside. âAre you aware that this is how you make me feel?â
He crushes your hand even further against that extra swollen portion of his erection, âAnd h-how exactlyâŚâ
He falters, âPardon?â
âHow exactly isâŚthis, Toru?â
âHow exactly?â Heâs hissing through his teeth, tone wavering unsteadily. He sounds ruined, he sounds shatteredâhe sounds gone. Thereâs almost a sense of amusement in his tone as though you were pulling on his leg - he bores deeeeply into your eyes whilst he fucks you. âHow exactlyâ?âÂ
âY-yeâoh.â
Slam!
At that very moment, heâs ramminâ his hips into yours so hard that the skin around his pelvis reddens. Stings.Â
And Gojo himself canât help but let his head fall backwards with a guttural hiss, those pretty white brows of his knottingââFuh-fuck.â Before starting to rut down in even sloppier pushes of his firmed-up cock.
Hard.
Fast.
Your ass cheeks were practically refusing to have contact with the bedspread below. Just bent that far.Â
The question heâd asked you earlier had been a rhetorical one - though that doesnât stop Gojo himself from pistoning into you as though he was attempting to fuck the answer out of you. As though he was hoping the globular edge of his shaft would reach your pretty brain, nâ swerve around a bit to ultimately activate whatever part of you there was thatâd understand.Â
To flick a switch on - something carnal.Â
Once youâve been pounded utterly stupid- Gojo presses down with his mazing cockhead until youâre filled up to the very hilt. And you can feel the swollen ring at his base start to relax against the front of your puckered pussylips, âWhat you need to know isâŚthis is a knot, sweetheart.â
âA knot?â Babbling through your tears.
âA knot.â Gojo affirms, âAnd do you know what hybrids do to their mates using their knots?â
Shaking your head.
âFirst, we claim our mates.â Heâs dragginâ his roughened thumb down between your sultry pussylips and rolling over your clit. If you were in any clearer a state of mind right now, perhaps youâd have noticed that he was spelling out his first fucking name on top of that swollen nub. âFirst, we fuck them until they canât speakâcanât moveâcanât do anything but beg for more.â
Youâre bucking upwards greedily, and in response heâs letting out a growl. âY-yes, and?â
âThen we let them cum a few cute timesââ Heâs giggling at the way your mouth drops in realization - he was doing the exact same thing to you.
Was technically, still doing the exact same thing to you with the way heâs stimulating every fibre of your being. âAnd then-â
âThen we get them in a cute- hah, mating press.â His fluffy tail swooshes around before looping around your left thigh and tightening, veering dangerously close to the in-betweens of your legs. As if he was sharing his most precious secret in the world with you, Gojo leans dooooown until his lips were at your ear- âThen we cum so much inside them that they canât even breathe without feelinâ me all inside your pretty kitty.â
Sobbing, âTh-thenâ?â
âThenâŚâ The Kingâs reeling his powerful hips backwards, all the way until heâs nearly pulled out. Only the better to fuck you withâŚâThen mâfucking you with my fat knot until you canât even think about letting my cum go to waste, my mate.â
âOhââ
And with one hand braced upon the right side of your head - the other furiously toying with your perked clit - Gojoâs striking your pussylips in constant thwacks! Thwack! after thwack!
Trying to get his knot to fit inside.
Gojoâs vein-covered cock massaging your walls in such a frenzy just feels so good- âO-oh my godâŚâ Youâre babbling out, âToru, mâgonna cum again.â
âGood.â
âToru, mâgonna cum nowââ
âGood.â
Those half-lidded blue eyes of his were locked on every expression you were making - even the tiniest shifts and twitches. His nostrils flare once youâre feeling your stomach give into the surges of pleasure shooting up from your cuntâand the hybrid seems to know before even you do when youâre crash-landing straight into your nth high of the night.
Youâve seriously lost count.
âC-cummingâŚâ You mewl out weakly- hands coming up to clasp onto his sweaty head. Pressing your lips against his as he fucks you through every zap of pleasure. âFeels so good- ngh, feels so goodââ
âIs that so?â He harkens, âIs that so, Your Majesty?â
âNever felt anything better-â
Eventually, your high rises and falls faster than it has before - solely due to the sheer number of times tonight. Itâs nothing but the splash of dopamine that engulfs your body and leaves it sizzling with pleasure moments afterwards.
Even the slightest rub-a-dub of Gojoâs veiny patterns leaves you gaping. Those aftershocks were so strong that it makes your eyes tear upââI need it.âÂ
Before long, Gojo feels you grab onto a handful of his perspired hair and haul him even closer. And he canât deny the way that makes his swollen tip twitch just a little harder inside you-
âI need you to c-cum inside meâŚâ Youâre pleading up at him, âNeed you to- ngh, mate me, Toru.â
âOhâŚâ After a few more sloppy strikes, heâs letting his tail drift up from your legs to your abdomen. Just where your spine ended, youâre feeling that powerful appendage of his push up on your body and arch your hips up a bit further. âThen brace yourself, my mate.â
And it takes only a single, slamminâ thrust for him to empty out his wads of cum.
Bucketload upon bucketload that heâd been waiting to pour into you for soooooo fucking long now. Thick. Treacly. Those constant ribbons of cum web your insides like a flood, splashinâ around and helping him reach your womb in no time.
Itâs just so hot and wet.
Itâs just bloating up those poor pussylips of yours- before the man himself eases down his pace to better end up pushinâ those wettened wads inside.
You could physically feel the flared ridge of his mushroom tipâspreading apart those gluey walls of yours and fucking his cum even deeper. Deeper. âFuck.â Clinging onto every nook nâ hidden cranny inside you as youâre getting utterly stuffedâstraight to the brim. Itâs already starting to froth outwards, âFuck-â
âSettle, my mate.â Gojoâs dragging you in with his fluffy white tail, ears flattened in pleasure. It takes a single tug for him to jerk you down- âShhhhhhh shhh shh, settle.â
âIâm- Iâm tryingââ
âWeâre not even halfway done yet.â
âPardon?â
Itâs the last thing youâre hearing before Gojo jerks his hips forward and fucks his knot past that first ring of your entrance - only about halfway through.
The Hybrid King has to use his hand upon your clit to stretch your pussylips apart- to ease your elastic hole to the side just a bit before heâs siiiiiiiinking his thickened base inside. It takes a few tries - a few animalistic bucks - for him to finally fit his knot between your legs with the loudest slurp. âGot itââ
Gojoâs hissing breath cascades down the front of your body, and his clammy head drops into the crook of your neck.
âG-got you.â
Before you know it, youâre feeling the sharp punctures of his canines against your swollen scent glands. Those sensitive bumps against the side of your neck - youâd noticed them growing more and more inflamed throughout the course of the night, and theyâre just so volatile as Gojo sinks his leopard-like fangs in.
You feel something deep inside you pop!
Your scent gland. Or whatever it was that humans had similarâŚ
And he holds you there like this - like a predator with his teeth dug into the throat of his prey - until both your waves of bliss have completed. Until heâs emptied his swollen balls inside of you, and heâs completely nâ utterly sucked dry by the wettened warmth of your pussy.
Youâre squirming at the feeling of his heaping puddles of ivory deep inside youââT-Toru.â
Gojo finally pulls off with a heated pwah! and stuffs his face into the crook of your neck. âYes, my mate?â
Mate. Mate. Mate.
Now you were officially his mate.Â
His knot was pulsing deep inside you, softening ever-so-slightly as the moments pass.
Youâre running your hands through his perspired air, âI just wanted to knowâŚâ Wording your sentence carefully, your sentiments hidden. âWhy m-â
âWho else would it be but you?â Heâs interrupting you instantly. Immediately, Gojo pulls away and peers at you with his widened eyesââForgive me, Your Majesty, but in this life and every otherâŚâ He grasps your hand and presses his pinkish lips to the back of it, â-this lowly hybrid has always been fated to be yours.â
âEvery other?â You ask with bated breath.
âEvery other.â He affirms. âIn every life, we were meant to find one anotherâŚâ And he looked almost shy admitting such a thingââWe hybridsâŚwe can feel it. Though for you humans, it may not be so strong.â
âOh.â Your mouth drops softly.
âBut even if we werenâtâŚâ Gojo finally tears his eyes off of you- as though it pained him to not have you before his gaze for even a mere moment. ââI would have found you if it tore down the Earth.â
And then youâre turning with him.
Following his line of sight.
Right to the wall of his bedroom that youâd noticed had been painted before- but never noticed exactly with what upon itâ
It was a painting of you.
More specifically, of a landscape from what youâd assumed to be this very bedroom: the sprawling valleys and fields that led up to your kingdom. The thorn barrier that separated him from you. Though no barrier could ever possibly hide the spiral of your wing, the blinking light that youâd put out every night - hoping, just hoping that someone would see it and answer.
How had you not noticed this before?
Perhaps, in your own way, youâd been searching for him, too.
âI would like to stay, Satoru.â You breathe, as if a secret. âI would like to stay- and I would also like for you to love my kingdom just as much as I shall love yours.â
âThen it shall be done.â He presses his forehead to yours, âRevenge has never been my strong suit.â
Unbeknownst to yourself, youâve teared up- and Gojo reaches down to gently wipe those hot tears away. He murmurs deeply, âMy mateâŚâ
âYes, my husband?â
âWeâre going to rule the world.â
Youâre learning two more things about hybrids in the succeeding hour.Â
The first being that they really did have a particular talent for the arts - Gojo especially, considering that heâd been the one to paint most of the artworks in the palace. Including this one.
