a trick, a treat, a few tweaks later and i am proud to present...demon kisaki tetta for @duckykisaki! happy halloween and thank you for participating!
contains: NSFW, MDNI. demon!kisaki x afab!reader. established relationship and pact for kisaki and reader, maybe slightly ooc. guided masturbation (reader), lots of praise and comfort for reader, voice kink, reader is referred to as sweetheart once.
Another long day weighs your bones heavily as you slump into bed, shifting onto your side and pulling your covers up to your shoulder.
If you can block out the world, it can’t affect you, right? It seems like the most logical way to handle your stormy mood, the noise from outside it all muffled when you shut your eyes and close yourself off from it.
“Hey.”
You hear a voice all too familiar to you but remain hidden in the safety of your cocoon, refusing to respond to Tetta’s call to you. Unable to see him, you can’t be certain where he’s at in relation to where you lie in your bed, but you can feel him as permanently as you always do. He’s on your shoulder like an angel despite the fact he may quite literally be a devil - a demon, even.
The two of you have never bothered to truly flesh out whatever exists between you but it’s love as far as you’re concerned and despite your petulant mood, you relent and roll over onto your back, glancing around the room to find the handsome man sitting next to you with a reassuring smile on his face.
“Rough day?”
You hum, it’s half hearted and he can tell better than any other one person possibly could that you are stressed. From your posture to the sound of your voice to the way your lips quiver, it upsets him to see you in this state. He has offered multiple times to take care of whatever has been stressing you, a co-worker or a roommate, but you’ve denied him each time and he has had to figure out a better means to assist.
“You know what will make you feel better?”
Hiding your smile, you turn toward Kisaki and wonder what he could mean. You hardly have the energy for what he usually considers the remedy to a bad day, your body is tired in a way you would struggle to describe when asked, but he doesn’t move from his spot in your desk chair so you assume he has another idea in mind.
“What would that be?”
The sound of your voice makes the demon hum, satisfied to have been the one to get the reward of your speech, and he leans forward in the chair, legs spread wide. Despite the darkness of your room you can make out the vague shape of him and it makes your heart race. He’s so handsome with his blonde hair tucked off of his face, the suit he insists upon wearing bunching up over his thighs, it’s almost making you rethink that whole too exhausted for his usual remedy thing but he clears his throat and recaptures your attention.
“Just lay back and listen to me,” he instructs and you raise a brow. He nods, indicating you should do as you’ve been told, and you take your glasses off to set them aside and follow instructions. You lay on your back, flat, arms at your sides and he rolls the chair to the side of your bed.
“Good,” he praises and you squirm already. The effect he has on you has never been a secret, not since the day you accidentally summoned him while locked in the bathroom at work lamenting the mean utterances your boss tosses in your direction even still, but deprived of your vision and relying solely on his guidance makes your mind wander in decidedly risque fashion.
“You trust me completely, right?”
You hum your response to his question, hands still resting at your sides. Trust is something you do not give freely but it’s something you have always given Kisaki without question knowing he’s so powerful that he could hurt you at any time if he wanted to, he simply doesn’t because he cares. The truth of your care for one another is beautiful and terrifying and heat rushes through your body, your legs shifting slightly.
“Lift your shirt over your head.”
Performing the task you’ve been given, you do so in a fluid motion and he hisses when he catches a good look at you. Your nipples are pert and he fights the urge to smooth his palms over your chest and stomach, familiar with what the pebbled buds feel like beneath his fingers, but this is an exercise in patience for himself as much as it is for you.
No giving in, despite how delicious you look.
“How does that feel?”
You smile, keeping your eyes shut. Searing heat continues its path through your body, your arousal a hot knife through your psyche, but you don’t press your thighs together. He knows you have to be excited and it softens him further to see how eager you are to experience this with him, listening to each breath he takes before moving.
“Feels good, feels freeing.”
He nods and shifts, feet firmly planted on the ground. His hungry gaze eyes you and he is ready to push further, his own stiffening cock a less pressing problem than your relaxation, so he clears his throat and you prepare for his next direction.
“Take your pants off.” He whispers and you lift your hips from the bed, quickly shirking your lounge pants and tossing them to the side of your bed. He didn’t mention your underwear so you keep them on, the gusset growing wet with every passing second, and he notices that you stopped just short of leaving yourself bare. He’ll remedy that situation quickly. “Panties too.”
Again, your hips and back arch off of the bed and you slip the fabric off, tossing it in his vague direction. He watches the fabric flutter to the ground below him and his fist clenches, the smell of your arousal filling the air around him. It takes all of his strength to keep from climbing in the bed next to you so he continues.
“Bend your knees and spread your legs, yeah, just like that.”
He encourages you as your body shifts, the blankets that were once covering you rucked aside while the cool air of your room brings relief across your warm and damp folds.
“Slide your hand down your stomach and onto your pelvis,” he instructs and you do, whimpering softly at the featherlight brush of your own fingers. You can feel the smooth expanse of your own skin, the texture of your own hair beneath your fingers, and it’s an erotic rush to be able to feel but not look at yourself. You know intimately what you look like but it’s different to understand what you feel like and right now, you feel good. Your skin buzzes pleasantly and you smile.
“Now feel how wet you are,” Kisaki further instructs and you shiver hearing how low his voice has dipped. Your fingers travel from your mound to between your spread lips and you gasp coming into contact with your own slick.
It’s surprising to feel it, to know he hasn’t even touched you and is still managing to drive you wild, and despite his lack of further instruction you continue on. Your fingers brush against your clit and you groan, suddenly realizing how needy you are. He chuckles and the sound makes heat coil within you further, your stomach in knots.
“I didn’t tell you to do that but it’s okay, curiosity gets the best of all of us, right?”
You hum and he leans further forward, admiring the way your finger rests just above your now tacky clit. He wants to prolong this for as long as he possibly can but he knows you’re eager judging by the tension he feels radiating off of your body. You’re relaxed in one way, your mind, but tense in another and he plans on guiding you through releasing that tension the best that he can.
“You can touch yourself,” he finally allows and you exhale, fingers sweeping over your clit. Your back arches off of the bed, legs spreading further, and he grins. You can’t see it but it’s toothy and large, greedy almost. Your fingers rub small circles around the bud and he licks his lips, eyes falling to where your hand works.
“How does that feel?”
A breathy moan is your response, two fingers grazing the bud, and he finally leaves the chair to kneel at your bedside. His eyes drink in every twitch of your digits, the way they fluidly brush from your clenching hole to your clit to spread your wetness, and you feel his breath on your thigh.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers. Pretend they’re mine.”
Your breath hitches at his request, knowing very well your fingers could not begin to relieve you the way his thick and long ones do, but you oblige as you agreed upon when all of this started. Your fingers slide from your clit to your entrance, one slipping in with little resistance. You whimper in response, your body relieved to finally be wrapped around something even if it is a single finger.
“Wish it were you, Tetta,” you croon despite how overwhelmingly good it feels to be knuckle deep inside of yourself and he nods his agreement. You don’t see it but you feel the shift of his neck against your bed, shaking it slightly while you slip a second finger inside of yourself. This is more similar to what you’re used to thanks to him and your body welcomes the sensation, chills running down your spine.
“Show me how badly you wish it were me, sweetheart.”
You do. Your fingers begin to thrust in and out of you wildly, your unoccupied hand beginning to work at your clit, massaging and circling the bundle of nerves just the way you like. His eyes drink in every twitch and movement and he watches your cunt spasm around your fingers, brows pinched in the middle and sweat dotting his hairline.
This is the sweetest torture he has ever faced but it’s more than worth it to make you feel better.
“Make yourself cum for me.”
His request sends you toppling and you do, legs twitching and tensing with the strength of your orgasm. You keep your eyes shut while you ride out the waves of pleasure, hips canting half-heartedly with each one that passes, and he pants as hard as you do by your side despite doing none of the hard work.
Opening your eyes, the world is blurry, but he waits with your glasses to slip them on over your nose. You smile when greeted with his handsome face, your sticky hands still resting toward the bottom half of your body. He kisses you and any residual stress melts out of your body, boneless and stress free in your bed.
I love my blue eyed king!! I love bouncing on his fat juicy cock with him pumping from above, behind and below, his essence leaking out of my needy little whole as he fills my tummy with his cum over and over as he breeds me like the little whore I am until I can taste his little gojos in the back of my throat as he pounds limitlessly until I every hole of mine takes the shape of his thick girthy dick so that I'm the perfect fleshlight only for him 😍 it's nice when he fucks my mouth until my tummy is nice and bulging and full of his babies as the perfect protein shake 😋😋 it's even better when he sweats on my skin so that we can mix and become one as our essences bind us together as he infinitely expands my innate domain with his six times over with his limitless energy 😍😍😍😍
kissing mikey dumb. kissing mikey stupid until his cheeks are flushed pink and his lips are swollen. kissing him until his face relaxes, eyes glazed over in drunken lust and heady intimacy that no matter how much you two kiss, he just never gets used to.
kissing him so sweet and so sloppy that he can’t help but blush every time he looks over at you. cant even make eye contact with you as he pictures kissing you over and over again. pushing his tongue inside your mouth. sucking your bottom lip. his pants tighten before he remembers to force himself to keep his mind off you, unless he wants everyone else to see how hard you make him.
some of you never played online dressup games while sitting in a huge beat up desk chair while being yelled at by your mom when you were kids and it shows. grow up
have u ever considered gojo trying to tease you about how into it you get whenever you suck him off, but how flustered he gets when you admit yeah, I like it more than I thought i would, mainly because it’s you, because you’re so pretty to look up at, you always treats me so well when I’m on my knees for you. now you’ve killed him, especially with the way you’ve been touching yourself all the while running your tongue up at that one vein on his shaft. dead. gone and buried.
warnings-size kink. slight dom!gojo, fem bodied reader, penetration, creampie,fingering, mentions of marking, slight cockwarming, dirty talk. reader is described as much smaller than gojo. not proofread as usual.
word count-> 1.5k
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"Need help with that, princess?" You heard the familiar teasing tone of your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, from behind you. You were, at that moment, standing on your tiptoes in the kitchen, stretching your arm up in a futile attempt to reach for the sugar jar that was inconveniently located on the highest shelf.
Before you could attempt to protest or reply to his teasing, you felt his strong hands encircling your waist from behind. "Here." He said, words softly spoken in a whisper in your ear. He lifted you easily into the air, his strength something you’ve always found extremely attractive about him.
You could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he lifted you up, "I love how easy you are to man-handle baby, it’s kind of sexy."
Dangling in the air you quickly grab the sugar. "Okay baby, you can put me down now."
“Mmm, I don’t think I will ," Gojo was, beyond any doubt, a playful spirit. And the way you looked right now, in just his oversized t-shirt, morning hair astray, was enough to pull that very teasing and very playful side out of him.
“Gojo!" You scolded playfully. He merely laughed, turning you around easily, so you were facing him, setting you down on the counter. He placed a hand down on either side of you, pretty blue eyes wandering over your features, before he’s leaning down enough to capture your lips in a kiss. “Look so little and pretty right now baby.” He said pulling away.
You felt all too aware of the situation you were in. His proximity so close that you could feel his warm breath fanning across your face. It was almost intoxicating, the feeling of being enclosed by him, the scent that was so damn uniquely him was enough to make your head spin.
His gaze softened for a moment, lingering on your lips before making eye contact with you again. The electric blue of his eyes held a need in their gaze, a look you were all too familiar with.
His hands slowly moved up from the counter, one grazing lightly up your thigh before coming to rest on your waist while the other tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. Your breath hitched slightly when he leaned down, his lips finding yours in another kiss. "Shit, got me all hard now," he muttered against your lips.
“I didn’t even do anything.” You giggle, pulling away. Your eyes trail over his tall frame, it was honestly kind of hot how tall he was.
"You’re sexy though," he murmured, his eyes wandering over your figure. “So easy to pick up…throw around,” You were small, especially compared to his towering height, but the contrast was something he found incredibly alluring. “I love that I can do whatever I want with you, whenever I want.”
You roll your eyes, your petite hands pointlessly pushing against his broad chest. The fact that he barely even budged at the effort was undoubtedly a little sexy.
“Now, where was I.” He says, his hands find their way back to your waist, “Was I right here?” He asks, his lips lightly grazing against your neck. The slight content alone made you shudder, “or maybe I was here.” His hands tighten around your waist. "How about here?". His breath is warm against your skin as he trails his lips from your neck up to your lips.
"Oh right, this was the spot." He says, his voice husky, as he reconnects his lips with yours.
One of Gojo’s hands starts to wander, lightly tracing up your thighs, closer and closer to your heat. “Now this can go one of two ways.” Gojo whispers against your lips, his other hand going underneath your shirt and gently pinching your nipple. “I can go slow and be gentle…” He trails off, kissing you again…”Or…” he pinches your nipple harder, “I can be rough with you, like the little doll you are.”
His fingers trace along the outside of your panties, a cocky grin playing on his lips at the wet spot already forming. “Hmm, I think my baby wants it a little rough huh?” He says, pulling away from the kiss, those pretty blues searching your face.
You bite your lip, pretty eyes filled with desire look up at him through thick lashes as you nod your head.
“Use your words sweetheart.” He says lifting your chin to look at him.
“Yes Toru, want you to be a little rough.”
“Good girl.” he says, shoving two fingers inside you. He leans down to sink his teeth into the skin of your neck as his fingers begin to pump furiously inside you.
The way his fingers curl inside you, covered in your slick, it practically has you on the verge of cumming already, his thumb pressing harshly against your clit. “Hear that baby, your pussys so wet for me. Gunna wrap your pretty little body around my cock yeah?”
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“Think I could split you right in half…” Gojos voice sounds arrogant as he’s got you in bed now, legs pushed all the way up as his cock sinks in inside you, room filled with squelching noises as he fucks you silly.
You’re babbling incoherently, thanks to his handwrapped around your throat. “f-fuck toru, s-so good.” His fat cock is hitting your sweet spot over and over. He’s thrusts are purely maniacal, but it’s your own fault. You wanted this, he’s not taking any chances of slowing down. He looks down at you, so pretty underneath him, your tits bounce up and down with each hard thrust inside you.
He leans down, his mouth wrapping around a sensitive bud. His tongue flicks around it, “So sensitive baby, that feel good?” You can barely reply, barely breathe for that matter. You’re too stuffed full, too drunk on his cock hitting so deep into your insides.
Your eyes shut tight, head throw back against the headboard, maybe a little too hard. You wouldn’t be surprised if a bump formed in the morning, but no matter. It was worth it, the way his cock hit against your walls made anything worth it.
“Baby, asked if it felt good.” You feel his breathe on your face as he leans over, his blue eyes looking right into yours. His hands in your hair and you don’t quite remember when that happened, he’s lifting your head so he can get a better look at you. You’re really trying to keep quiet but those pretty little moans can’t help but escape, and he smiles.
“Look at you babe, fucked so dumb on my cock can’t even talk huh?” He laughs as he thrusts even deeper, he holds it for a moment, looks down to see how his dick disappears into your pussy. For someone so small you take him so well, and that turns him on even more.
“Y-yeah s’ good.” You say as he continues thrusting, your pussy twitches around his cock, clenching around him cause he’s just “S’ big toru…fillin me up.” You manage to squeak out.
“So pretty’” he says, kissing your lips hard his face falling in the crook of your neck. “Want you to ride me can you do that?”
He picks you up, laying on his back and sitting on you on his lap. Your hands push against his chest, nails digging into his skin as you sink down on him. A whimper falls from his lips just as the tip stretches you open.
“Toru…too big I can’t.” You say and he rolls his eyes, you always say that and yet it fits everytime. His hands grip your ass “Your fine baby, come on know you can take it all.” He can’t help himself from guiding you down him, his tip hitting your cervix. “S-so tight fuck.”
He really tries hard to let you ride him like he asked, but when he can feel every inch of your wet cunt wrapping around him he loses control. He moved you up and down his length, his hips rutting up into you. He lifts you all the way up, before slamming you back down again…over and over and over.
Your small petite hands push into his chest, nails digging into his skin and fuck, he thinks you look so good. Cute little body, bouncing up and down on his cock as your tits bounce in his face.
You roll your head back, your hips rolling against his and his fingers dig into the flesh of your ass. “Wanna cum for you- Toru.” You say, feeling the sensation pool in your belly.
“Me too-gunna cum too. Cum with me baby- cream on my cock.” And as if his words were a command you do so, whimpers of his name as you ride out your orgasm. Your walls clench around him as you cum hard on him, his cock rutting up into you one more time, stuffing you full with his cum.
He lifts you up, watching as his thick, hot seed drips out of your pussy. He watches closet, enamored. “So hot when you got me dripping out of you like that.”
He easily flips you over onto your back again, his lips pepper kisses across your face. “S-good every time, such a good girl.” He says, pushing the hair that’s stuck to your face out of the way. “Now come on, I recall you were in the process of making us coffee.”
⟣ tags. gojo satoru x female reader. fluff. happy family moment t_t
“she said whaaaat? no way!”
you were scrolling on your phone in the living room when you heard that familiar voice pierce through the comfortable silence — satoru’s voice, a bit more high pitched this time, almost like he couldn’t believe what he had heard.
your boyfriend was over at your parents’ place for the first time and seemed to get along just fine with your mother in the kitchen. you could hear their giggles and gasps every now and then whilst your body was resting on the couch.
their voices were getting louder by the minute, thus you decide to stand up and go check on them. you reach the doorstep and instantly smile at the heartwarming scene that greets you;
your mother chopping up some vegetables, chuckling whilst excitedly telling her recent gossips to satoru, who was leaning back against the kitchen counter next to her — his arms crossed and those pretty dimples of his apparent on his face as he carefully listens to your mother’s stories.
“seems like you two are getting along well already, eh?” you chuckle after observing them for a little while longer. your presence instantly make satoru smile even more (if that were even possible), his eyes glimmering at the sight of you;
“hey, baby!” the white-haired man walks over to you and hugs you tightly before letting go, though his hand remains at your waist. the grin on his face widens, “your mother has the most juiciest of gossips that i’ve ever heard around town, i’m telling ya — stuff’s got me absolutely hooked.”
your mother responds to that with a short giggle. she glances up from her cutting board and sends you a look — one that emits her approval of the lover you’ve chosen. it seems like satoru’s charming personality succeeded into mellowing even your parents’ hearts.
“heh, i do actually believe that.” you nod with your own cheeky grin. your mother was like a newspaper — you always hear all the recent stories and gossips from her.
it’s no wonder satoru instantly clicked with her; if it isn’t your mother you’re gossiping with, it would usually be that cheeky sorcerer instead. he’s a great listener after all, his reactions are priceless to you.
you move over to stand next to your mother and decide to help her out with cutting up the veggies. satoru starts to search the area in hopes to find an apron for himself, though was quickly interrupted by the gruff voice of your dad echoing through the house;
“satoru, c’mere, boy! help an old man out.”
you were a bit surprised that your dad was specifically asking for satoru to go help him (your mom as well; however she knowingly snickers afterwards).
you can’t remember the last time your father had directly asked help from someone he barely knew. sometimes he wouldn’t even ask your mother or you for help. that’s how stubborn your dad is.
or, was — satoru’s an exception, it seems like.
your boyfriend was also a bit stunned — though not in a bad way at all. the corners of his lips curl up in a fond smile, his blue eyes shining ever so brightly due to the feeling of being needed and accepted in this household. his beloved’s household.
it felt like he had achieved all he wanted in life — hell, satoru was ready to risk it all and ask for your hand in marriage right then and there; that’s how joyous and confident this moment made him.
“coming, sir!” satoru calls out. you could’ve sworn his voice cracked a tad bit, however you decide not to comment on it. your boyfriend turns around with the biggest grin on his face and quickly goes to stand between your mother and you.
one of his hands rests on your waist, the other on your mom’s shoulder as he places a sweet kiss to the crown of your head. a rush of warmth surged through his body as he saw you look up at him with those captivating and pretty eyes, making satoru feel even more content than he already was —
“i’ll be right back. if you ladies need a helping hand, just give me a holler.” satoru says and smoothly steals a kiss on your cheek before hurrying towards your father, whose voice sounded from the bathroom.
there was a spring in his step. a positive change in his already ethereal looks as you watch him disappear from the room. you shake your head and chuckle at satoru’s excitement. you knew exactly what he was feeling, because you felt the same once you realised just how fast your parents seemed to accept and approve of him;
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