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Mafia ! Gojo Satoru who keeps a whore for himself in prison.
c.w. mdni, dubcon, implied noncon, exhibitionism, multiple men, jail sex, fingering, squirting, pussy slapping, overstimulation, deepthroat, submissive reader, gojo is a piece of shit, paying for sex, 'buying' women for sex.
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Mafia!Gojo who is so bored with the endless cycle of blood, money, and power, decides to let the police catch him just to see if the prison food is actually as bad as they say.
Mafia!Gojo who walks into the precinct with a smug grin, not even bothering to hide the expensive watch on his wrist or the lethal aura he radiates, making the officers sweat just by standing near them.
Mafia!Gojo who lets himself be transferred to a proper prison just for the shits and giggles.
Mafia!Gojo who finds the concept of his prison cell "quaint," decides to use his infinite wealth to turn his incarceration into a high-end vacation.
Mafia!Gojo who pays a staggering, obscene amount of money to the warden just to ensure he has a "selection" of the most beautiful women to be transferred to alleviate his boredom.
Mafia!Gojo who makes the women line up in the dim, gritty warden's office, stripped bare and shivering, just so he can play judge and jury.
Mafia!Gojo who looks at the lineup with those piercing, god-like blue eyes.
Mafia!Gojo who touches each woman to get a fair judgment, laughing as they squirm when he flicks their clit or pulls on their pierced nipples.
Mafia!Gojo who is almost bored until he reaches you.
Mafia!Gojo who wonders what made you end up in prison, with your innocent eyes and untainted body, unlike the other women covered in tattoos or piercings.
Mafia!Gojo who doesn't even wait to hear your name before he's on his knees, parting your thighs with a heavy, possessive hand.
Mafia!Gojo who takes a single, deep dip of his finger into your heat, his eyes widening as he notices how much you're already dripping for him.
Mafia!Gojo who discards the rest of the line without a second thought, deciding you are the only prize worth his time.
Mafia!Gojo who demands a private cell where he doesn't have to share a single inch of you with anyone else.
Mafia!Gojo who loves the thrill of being loud, fucking you for everyone to overhear or even watch.
Mafia!Gojo who wants the other inmates to hear every wet slap of your skin and every high-pitched, submissive moan you let out.
Mafia!Gojo who smirks when he hears the inmates outside the bars jerking off to the sound of your pleasure, their voices calling out filthy instructions.
Mafia!Gojoo who leans into the chaos, growling at him to "fuck her ass" or "make her squirt" just to see how much you'll obey him.
Mafia!Gojo who treats your body like his personal playground, making sure you're so drenched in his cum and your own fluids that the whole prison knows you belong to him.
Gojo sits sprawled in front the iron bars of his private cell, looking more like a king on a throne than a prisoner.
You are draped haphazardly against him, half your body sprawled on his muscular thighs and the other half sinking into the freezing, grime streaked stone floor. Your legs are folded wide, spread completely open to the dim light and the hungry eyes of the cell block, leaving your soaking wet pussy completely exposed for the whole damn wing to see.
"Look at this little slut," Gojo chuckles, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that makes your toes curl.
He doesn't care about being gentle. He plunges two thick fingers deep into your dripping slit, the sound of it a disgusting, rhythmic squelch, squelch, squelch that echoes against the concrete.
From the dark cells across the hall, the inmates are losing their minds.
"Harder, boss! Stretch that whore out!" a voice bellows, followed by a chorus of cheers and the frantic sound of hands slapping against skin. You can hear the sickening soundof men jerking off to the sight of weeping pussy and your tits bouncing with every thrust of his fingers.
Gojo’s eyes are blown wide, watching your face as he picks up the pace. He was knuckle deep, squishing your walls as he hits your G spot, and you let out a loud, uninhibited scream.
"That's it, squirt for them, you little whore!" He commands, his palm grinding hard against your clit.
As you hit your peak, your body jerks and you begin to squirt, the hot spray of your juices splashing against his hand and the floor.
The inmates go feral, the sound of their desperate moans filling the air as they watch your juices drip from his fingers. Gojo just smirks, his eyes dark with lust, already reaching for his cock.
The order in the prison wing has completely collapsed.
The new guards, young men who are supposed to be maintaining discipline and watching the bars, have abandoned their posts. They are leaning against the cold walls, their uniforms unbuttoned and disheveled, frantically palming their cocks as they watch the spectacle.
Gojo doesn't give a damn about the lack of authority; in fact, he thrives on it.
He grabs a handful of your hair, tilting your head back as he shoves his thick, heavy cock into your mouth. You let out a muffled, desperate sound, gagging as he slams into you, fucking your throat with a brutal rhythm.
The sound of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth a wet, messy slop, slop, slop competes with the heavy breathing of the men watching.
"Hey," Gojo calls out, his voice thick with lust as he pulls back just enough to let you breathe, though he keeps his cock pressed against your lips.
He looks up at the young guards, the ones whose eyes are bulging as they watch your throat bulge with the size of his cock.
"You lot. Get over here."
The guards hesitate for a split second before scurrying toward his cell like starving dogs. Gojo smirks, a predatory, dangerous glint in his blue eyes.
"One minute," he commands, his voice a low, arrogant drawl.
"I'll pay you enough to retire if you can make this little slut squirt on your fingers in sixty seconds. Go on. Show me how good you are with your hands."
The guards scramble, crowding around your trembling body, their hands reaching through the bars for your soaking wet pussy as the clock starts ticking.
The guards don't waste a single second. They descend on you like a pack of starving animals, their hands rough and desperate as they scramble to meet Gojo's impossible challenge. There is no gentleness here, only the frantic, sweaty need to win his prize.
One guard grabs your tit, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls and twists your nipple with a bruising force that makes you cry out.
At the same time, a second guard shoves two thick, unwashed fingers deep into your pathetic, gaping pussy.
He isn't looking for pleasure; he’s looking for the finish line, thrusting into you with a violent, rhythmic squelch, squelch, squelch that makes your insides feel like they’re being rearranged.
The third guard focuses entirely on your clit, his thumb grinding against the swollen nub with a rough pressure. He’s rubbing you so hard it’s almost painful, his movements frantic and uncoordinated as he tries to force a reaction.
The sensation is overwhelming. The pulling at your tits, the invasive thrusting in your cunt, and the relentless, hard rubbing on your clit. Your breath comes in ragged, desperate gasps as your vision blurs.
The sounds of their heavy breathing and the wet, messy sounds of their hands fill your ears. You can feel the pressure building, a frantic, electric tension coiling tight in your gut, as you fight to obey Gojo's command and squirt for them before the minute is up.
The world dissolves into a blur of friction and heat.
You can no longer tell where your body ends and theirs begin; you have completely surrendered, your identity erased by the overwhelming sensation of being nothing more than a cumdump hole for Satoru to play with.
Your mind goes blank, your thoughts replaced by a single, primal need to just feel.
As the guards’ fingers work you into a frenzy, the climax hits you like a freight train.
You squirt violently, your body arching and shuddering in a blind, mindless spasm. You are still gagging on Satoru’s cock, your throat constricted and raw, unable to even scream as the pleasure rips through you.
"There we go..." Gojo coos, signaling the guards to remove their hands with a wave.
His hand meets your pussy now, rubbing your folds as the streaming liquid soaks his fingers again.
Just for the heck of it, he gives it a few slaps that only increase the pressure of your orgasm.
In a desperate attempt to cool the fire burning between your legs, you heave yourself up, levering your feet against the cold prison bars.
You press your burning pussy against the iron, grinding your swollen folds against the freezing metal to stifle the heat, your body shaking with pathetic, uncontrolled aftershocks.
Satoru watches you with a dark, amused, and utterly possessive expression. He doesn’t feel sorry for you; he finds your desperation intoxicating.
He lets out a laugh at the sight of you clinging to the bars, your eyes rolled back and unfocused, as he thrusts one last time.
He cums deep in your throat, a hot, thick flood that you swallow greedily, unable to even pull away.
As the guards retreat, Satoru reaches out and hooks his hand under your chin, helping you sit up.
Your dazed, blurry eyes don't even meet his; you’re lost in a fog of lust and submission, your mouth still dripping. He wipes the streaks of saliva and cum from your face, his thumb lingering on your bottom lip.
"You're coming home with me," he says, his voice calm but absolute. "I'm done playing games."
jock bf!yuji itadori who won't stop till you squirt for him.
c.w. mdni, dubcon, fingering, squirting, pussy slapping, overstimulation, slight anal, rimming, slight dacryphilia, aged up yuji, mean yuji, college au.
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The air in your dorm is thick enough to choke on, smelling like heavy sweat and the salt of your own arousal.
Yuji’s weight is an absolute, crushing force, his massive jock frame pinning you into the mattress like you’re nothing.
He’s got you folded nearly in half, your knees tucked tight against your chest, and he’s using one heavy forearm to press your hips down, effectively trapping you so you can’t even squirm away from the onslaught.
He’s been on a mission all week.
He’s been obsessed, driven by this single, hungry goal to see you truly lose it, to see you squirt for him.
He’s made you spray before, but it’s always been a tease, a small, pathetic little spurt that dies the second your orgasm takes over, and your muscles tighten up.
But today? Today, he’s decided he’s not stopping until he’s absolutely drenched.
"Look at you," he grunts, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. "So fucking needy. You’ve been leaking for me all day, haven't you?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. His hand, thick and warm, is buried deep inside you.
He’s got three fingers shoved in, pumping them in and out with brutal efficiency.
Every time he pulls back, there’s a loud, wet pop!, followed by the sickeningly sweet squelch! of your juices being churned up.
He’s bullying your walls, stretching them, his calloused fingertips finding that exact, spongy spot that makes your vision go blurry.
"There it is," he murmurs, his eyes wide and fixated on your slit. "I can see it. You're gonna gush for me today, baby. You're gonna fucking flood me."
He picks up the pace, his thumb hooking over your clit and grinding in frantic, heavy circles while his fingers hammer into your soaking cunt. The friction is intense, a building pressure in your lower belly that feels like a dam about to burst.
You’re sobbing, your head tossing back as you moan his name, your voice cracking.
"Yuji, please!"
He hits it.
He finds the rhythm perfectly, a deep, driving thrust that hits the sweet spot with unerring accuracy.
Your entire body jolts, and suddenly, a hot splash of fluid erupts from you, hitting his cheek and chin with a messy splat.
You scream, a high, broken sound of pure pleasure, as your orgasm crashes over you.
But as the initial spray dies down and your pussy begins to spasm and tighten, the heavy flood he was waiting for never comes.
You’re just...spent.
Yuji freezes, the hot liquid dripping down his jaw.
He lets out a long, disappointed huff, his lips pulling into a pout that’s almost adorable if he wasn't so goddamn mean. He looks down at your pussy and the sheet beneath, which is slick but not nearly as soaked as he wanted it to be.
"Fuck," he mutters, his voice a mix of frustration and hunger. "Just a little spray again? Really, baby?"
He doesn't pull away, though. Instead, he leans in, his eyes darkening again as he stares at your trembling, swollen folds. He shifts his weight, his large hand gripping your thigh to hold you open even wider.
"Don't think you're getting off that easy," he growls, a determined grin returning to his face. "We're doing it again. I'm gonna make you gush if it's the last thing we do today."
And then he's diving right back in.
You’re a complete mess, your voice raw from screaming and your nerves frayed to the point of snapping.
Every time he dives back in, it’s too much. The sensation is so sharp, so overwhelming, that you start frantically shaking your head, your hands weakly pushing at his massive shoulders.
"Yuji, stop please, it’s too much! Stop, stop!" you sob, the words tripping over each other as you beg him for a moment of peace.
But he’s in the zone. He’s a jock on a mission, and he’s not listening to your whining. He leans down, his face burying into your heat as he latches his mouth onto your clit, sucking it hard and hungry.
The combination of his wet, heavy tongue and his fingers hammering inside you is pure sensory overload. You’re wailing, your hips jerking uncontrollably, but he just seems to get more determined.
Finally, he huffs, a sound of pure frustration.
"God, you're such a brat, whining like that when you're this close," he grumbles, pulling his mouth away.
Before you can even catch your breath, his large, heavy hand comes down in a sharp, stinging crack! right across your swollen, weeping pussy.
"Ah!" The sound that leaves your throat is half sob, half scream.
The sting is sudden and hot, but as the slap lands, the impact triggers something deep inside. A small, desperate spurt of fluid rips out of you, splashing against his hand.
Yuji freezes.
He stares down at your pussy, red, swollen, and angry looking from the friction and the slap as it quivers and pulses, completely drenched in your slick.
A slow, realization filled grin starts to spread across his face. He looks like he just discovered a cheat code.
"Wait..." he breathes, his eyes blown wide.
He doesn't hesitate. He brings his hand down again, a heavy, stinging slap that makes your vision swim. Crack!
Another spurt of heat shoots out of you, a messy little jet that hits his knuckles. You’re crying now, the overstimulation turning the pleasure into something almost painful, a dizzying ache that won't let up.
"Yuji, no! Please, it hurts ah!"
Crack!
He does it again, and again, his hand landing with rhythmic, stinging force.
Each slap coaxes another frantic, involuntary spurt from your soaking slit. You’re sobbing, your legs trembling so hard they’re practically vibrating, begging him to stop.
A manic sort of excitement lights up his eyes, a predatory glint that tells you he’s finally cracked the code and he’s going to milk every single drop of pleasure out of your body if it kills him.
"I got you," he rasps, his voice thick with a terrifying sort of triumph. "I fucking got you, baby."
He doesn't give you a second to recover from the stinging heat of the slaps.
He dives back in with a renewed, violent energy, his massive fingers plunging deep into your soaking, overstimulated cunt.
He’s bullying your walls, his fingers grinding ruthlessly against that spongy, sensitive spot he’s been hunting all day. At the same time, he latches his mouth back onto your clit, his tongue swirling and sucking with a heavy, wet intensity that makes your entire lower half feel like it’s on fire.
It’s too much. The stinging from the slaps, the deep, stretching pressure of his fingers, and the relentless, hungry suction of his mouth. You’re a sobbing, twitching mess beneath him, your hips jerking as you try to find air.
He’s pumping his fingers at a ridiculous, blurring speed, the sound of it that heavy, frantic squelch! squelch! squelch! filling the room and drowning out your cries. He’s driving you toward the edge with a single minded focus, his eyes never leaving your pussy, watching for the exact moment the tension snaps.
Suddenly, he pulls back enough to give you room to breathe, but he stays hovering close, his face inches from your heat. He wants to watch. He wants to see the exact moment you shatter.
"There it is," he growls, his eyes blown wide as he watches your slit begin to quiver and swell, the pressure building to a breaking point.
"Show me. Give it to me, baby!"
The tension in your lower belly reaches an unbearable peak.
"Ah ! Yuji, please ngh, ahhh!" You let out a broken, high pitched moan, your back arching as far as it could.
Just like every other time, the orgasm hits you with a sudden, sharp intensity, and a small, pathetic little spurt of fluid escapes your slit.
But as soon as that first tiny spray leaves you, Yuji strikes. He doesn't let the momentum die; instead, he brings his heavy hand down, slapping harshly at your clit before his fingers begin rubbing it with a frantic, punishing speed.
"That's it! Don't stop! Keep going!" he roars, his voice thick with pure, unadulterated greed.
And then, the world finally breaks.
It isn't a spray. It isn't a tease. It is a long, steady burst of fluids that erupts from inside you, a fountain of slick that sprays in every direction.
You let out a sound that isn't even human a sobbing wail of pure ecstasy that tears from your throat as the fluid gushes out of you in a relentless stream.
"Og god! Ahh! F-fuck! Fuck Fuck!!!" You're screaming, your voice cracking, your entire body convulsing in the climax so massive it feels like your soul is being squeezed out of you.
"Yuji! Yuji! It’s ngh, ahhh!"
The fluid hits everything his hands, his chest, the sheets, the air itself as you squirt like a goddamn fountain, your pussy unable to stop the flood.
Yuji is grinning like a man who has just won the lottery, his face flushed and his eyes wild with triumph. He’s practically vibrating with excitement, watching the way you're being absolutely wrecked because of him.
"Fuck! You did it! You fucking did it, baby!" he shouts, his voice a triumphant growl.
He doesn't even wait for the pulsing to slow. He pulls his hand back, clearing a path so he can lunge forward, latching his mouth directly onto your soaking, drenched pussy.
He drinks you in greedily, his tongue lapping up the endless stream of your nectar, his face glistening and messy as he devours every single drop of the fountain you've become.
You are a shivering wreck, your body still twitching from the aftershocks of a climax so intense it felt like your very bones were melting. You’re sobbing, the tears flowing down your temples and soaking into the pillow just as steadily as the hot, messy fluid continues to weep from your exhausted pussy.
Every time you think the sensation is fading, another small, involuntary pulse sends a fresh trickle onto Yuji's face, only making him lap harder out of joy.
Yuji is relentless. He doesn't let you rest, his tongue working with a starving hunger as he licks you clean, drinking up the remnants of your fountain until your slit is finally beginning to settle.
He’s a mess, his chin and cheeks are glistening with your scent.
But he isn't done. Not by a long shot.
Before you can even catch a single, his large, calloused hands are on your hips. With the effortless strength of an athlete, he hauls you up, flipping you over until you’re braced on your elbows and knees.
You’re panting, your head hanging low, your muscles feeling like jelly, but he doesn't give you a second to recover.
He reaches down, his thick fingers hooking into the flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks wide to expose your quivering holes to him.
"God, you're so fucking soaked," he grunts, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that makes your stomach flip.
"Let's see if we can make you squirt from anal, too."
Your eyes go wide, a fresh wave of panic and arousal hitting you all at once. "Yuji wait, no, ah!"
He doesn't wait. He dives in, his warm, wet tongue dragging a long, slow stripe right over your puckered entrance.
The sensation is completely different sharper, more invasive, and so incredibly intense that the overstimulation from your previous orgasm carries forward, spurting out a little more liquid across his jaw as he smirks.
"Ngh! Ahhh! Yuji, stop, it's too much!" You cry out, your voice trembling as you desperately try to reach your hands behind you.
You're trying to grab his wrists, to pull him away, to shield yourself from the sheer, overwhelming sensation of him rimming your ass so hungrily.
But you're too weak, your arms shaking as you reach blindly through the haze of your own tears, your fingers only brushing his skin before he pushes deeper, his tongue swirling and probing with a focus that tells you he’s just getting started.
18+ mdni. modulo yuji itadori finger fucks you at family dinner
c.w. dubcon, unaware exhibitionism, fingering, squirting, pussy slapping, oblivious parents, age gap, yuji is 80+, reader is 20.
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"So, how old are you again, son?" your father asked, his voice warm and casual as he took another bite of the meal your parents had so lovingly prepared.
"25, sir," Yuji lied. His voice was calm and steady, completely betraying the predatory rhythm he was maintaining beneath the table.
"Oh...five years older than our little girl?" your mother chimed in, her eyes crinkling with a maternal, teasing warmth.
"Can't say it doesn't bother me, but she seems to like you very much! HAHAHA!"
"Dad!" you gasped, the protest catching in your throat as a strangled, desperate moan nearly tore itself from your lips.
You clamped your mouth shut, your face flushing a violent crimson, your eyes watering from the unadulterated ecstasy of him.
Yuji offered a faint, polite smirk, passing it off as a charming, modest smile to your parents. But his eyes, those heavy, ancient eyes, remained dark.
This dinner to meet your parents had been proceeding with the exact kind of suffocating boredom he had expected. Your parents were loud, bright, and vibrantly alive, a painful reminder of the version of himself he had buried decades ago.
But unlike them, they were blissfully ignorant.
They didn't know about the existence of curses.
They didn't know that the man sitting at their table was older than the two of them combined.
And they certainly didn't know that their precious, well-behaved daughter had her pussy stuffed full of his thick scarred fingers, being ruthlessly fucked right under their noses.
The clink of your father’s fork against his plate sounded like a gunshot in your ears.
Every time the metal hit the ceramic, a jolt of electricity shot straight from your core to your brain.
You were hyper aware of everything.
The warmth of the dining room, the smell of the roasted meat, and the terrifying squelch! of his fingers working inside you.
Yuji wasn't playing around. He had already abandoned the slow ministrations. His hand was heavy, a punishing weight between your thighs, his thick fingers buried deep, stretching you until you felt like you might split open.
He was curling his knuckles upward, hooking into your most sensitive depths with a brutal, repetitive motion that made your hips twitch involuntarily.
"Pass the salt, would you, honey?" your mother asked.
You froze.
You could feel the slickness of your own arousal coating his hand, the hot, messy, filthy lubricant that made every thrust feel even more intense.
You reached for the shaker, your hand trembling so violently the salt rattled against the glass. You were terrified that if you moved too fast, the sound of your wet pussy would be the only thing they heard.
Under the table, Yuji’s thumb found your clit, pinning it down and grinding in a merciless circle.
The sensation was so sudden and so sharp that you had to bite your lip hard enough to draw blood just to keep from screaming.
He leaned forward, ostensibly to reach for his water, and used the movement to drive his fingers even deeper, stretching you wider.
You could feel the heat of his palm against your clit, the sheer size of his hand making you feel small and utterly conquered.
You sat there, forced to smile and nod at your mother’s mindless chatter, while your body was being filthily unraveled right in front of them.
As the last of the food was cleared, you tried to stand, your legs feeling unnervingly heavy.
"Let me help with the dishes," you managed to say, though your voice sounded far too breathless to be normal.
"Oh, don't be silly, sweetheart!" your mother insisted, giving you a bright smile. "Your father and I can handle it. You just sit and relax."
You watched them stand and exit the dining room, the sound of their footsteps retreating down the hallway.
The second they were out of earshot, the tension in your chest snapped. A quiet, desperate moan slipped past your lips, and you reached out to grab his forearm, your voice a frantic, trembling whisper.
"Yuji... please, not here...not yet..."
But Yuji didn't pull back. He just hummed, a low, vibrating sound that seemed to settle deep in your bones.
"C'mon, don't be like that," he murmured, his voice dropping into a casual rasp.
He gripped the sides of your chair and dragged it flush against his. The sudden closeness made your heart hammer against your ribs.
Without warning, his hand surged back between your thighs, his fingers accelerating into a frantic rhythm.
He was definitely not just teasing you anymore. You felt the heavy friction of his knuckles while his fingers buried themselves deep inside you, stretching you wide with every loud thrust.
The sound was unmistakable, the rhythmic squelch! squelch! squelch! of his hand sliding in and out of your soaking heat.
He leaned down, his face hovering just inches from yours, his eyes dark and predatory.
"Look at you," he hissed, the words dripping with a dark, teasing filth.
"Acting all innocent for 'em, but you're such a filthy little slut, y'know? So young to be a little whore, creaming my fingers in front of 'em."
He didn't stop the movement for a second. Instead, he hooked his fingers even deeper, curling them upward to find that maddening, sensitive spot inside you mercilessly now, his palm grinding hard against your swollen nub.
Your head was thrown back, your eyes fluttering shut as the tension rose in your cunt.
He didn't give you a second to breathe. His mouth descended on the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin before he began to suck hard, marking you with bruising intensity.
The sensation was so sharp it made your toes curl against the floor, but his voice that whispered against your skin was what truly sent you over the edge.
"Shh, c'mon, keep it down," he murmured, his tone dropping low.
"I can hear 'em. They're comin' back. You better come now, or I'm not touchin' you for a whole month."
The ultimatum hit you like a physical blow. The desperation to please him, combined with the sheer, terrifying proximity of your parents, pushed you into a panicked state of arousal.
You felt your muscles coil, tightening around his fingers as the pressure built to an unbearable, screaming peak.
You let out a sharp, high pitched cry of release, but before the sound could echo through the house, Yuji’s massive, scarred hand clamped over your mouth, swallowing your scream whole.
As you hit the peak, your body buckled.
You felt your release as you squirted, your juices spraying hot and heavy against his palm and the underside of the table.
Just as the waves of pleasure peaked, he started delivering harsh, stinging slaps to your swollen pussy, your juices only spraying harder at the impact.
It was brutal, a sharp shock of pain that collided with the overwhelming sensation of your climax, making your vision go white as you shuddered violently in his grip.
He was efficient, almost terrifyingly so.
While you were still gasping for air, your body twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm, he grabbed a handful of paper napkins from the table.
With a steady hand, he wiped his fingers clean of your slick and then without a hint of hesitation used the same, stained napkin to dab the sweat and tears from your flushed face.
The sound of footsteps returned. The dining room door swung open, and your parents walked back in, their voices bright and oblivious.
"Everything alright, honey? You look a little flushed," your mother remarked, setting a fresh pitcher of water on the table.
You couldn't answer.
You sat there in a daze, your insides feeling heavy and hollow, your skin still tingling from the slap and the heat.
You could feel the lingering sting between your legs, feeling utterly pathetic and exposed.
You kept your head bowed, staring intensely at the tablecloth, too ashamed to meet their eyes, terrified they might see the filth written all over your face.
c.w. noncon, drug use, stepcest, somnophilia, cunnilingus, voyeurism, f. masturbation, squirting.
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The tea had been perfect.
Warm, sweet, and laced with just enough of the sedative to ensure you wouldn't wake up when he finally decided to claim what was his.
StepBro!Sukuna stood in the doorway of your bedroom, the moonlight from the window casting long, predatory shadows across your floor.
He watched you for a long time, his eyes dark and unblinking, tracing the way your breathing had slowed into the heavy, rhythmic cadence of deep sleep.
You looked so innocent, so blissfully unaware that your stepbrother was standing there, brimming with a hunger that had been festering for months.
He moved toward the bed with the grace of a hunter. As he leaned over you, he noticed the blanket had fallen to your shins, leaving your thighs bare and exposed. The sight of your skin against the dark sheets made his jaw tighten.
He reached out, his large, calloused hand trembling just a fraction as he began to stroke your inner thigh. He kept his eyes glued to your face, watching for a twitch of a lash or a soft moan, waiting to see if the sedative was truly holding you under.
Nothing. You were a beautiful, silent doll.
A triumphant smirk pulled at his lips.
He leaned down, pressing his nose against the thin, lacy fabric of your panties, inhaling the scent of your skin and the faint, sweet aroma of your perfume.
He was losing his mind.
He gave a tentative lick against the lace, his tongue dragging slowly over the fabric. When you didn't stir, the last shred of his "brotherly" restraint snapped.
With a low groan, he hooked his fingers into the fabric, dragging the lace to the side to expose your puffy pussy.
He didn't wait. He dived in, his tongue lashing against your heat with a ferocity that was meant to mark you, tasting you like a man starving for his first meal in years.
But he wasn't satisfied with just a taste; he wanted to consume you.
Reaching down, Sukuna slid his large, heavy hands beneath your hips, his fingers digging into the soft globes of your ass.
He hauled you toward the edge of the mattress, pulling your pelvis flush against his face so he could bury himself in you completely. He wanted to feel every inch of your heat.
His tongue was a relentless, wet muscle, broad and heavy as it swept upward from your opening to the very top of your folds. He was messy, unashamed of the way he smeared your slickness across your thighs, the sound of his lapping filling the quiet room like a wet heartbeat.
He worked with precision, his tongue lashing deep into your messy hole, swirling and pressing against your clit until the friction was almost bruising.
He watched your face through the haze of his own lust. He saw the way your breath began to hitch, turning from deep, drugged sighs into shallow, uneven gasps.
He felt the way your pussy twitched and bucked against his tongue, the muscles spasming in an unconscious attempt to catch his tongue. He grinned against your skin, loving how your body was betraying you even while your mind was lost in the fog of the sedative.
Then, it happened.
He felt the sudden snap of your orgasm.
Your entire body went rigid, your hips arching off the bed as you clenched around his tongue with a desperation that nearly made him choke. You were gushing, a frantic flood of slickness that coated his tongue and spilled over his lips as you came in the depths of your sleep.
A soft, broken moan something fragile and utterly undone escaped your lips, a sound of pure pleasure that only fueled his madness.
He stayed there, pinned to you, drinking in the taste of your release as if he could swallow your very soul.
Satisfied, he finally pulled back, his lips slick and glistening with the taste of your cum. He took a moment to swipe his tongue one last time, cleaning you with a slow, selfish stroke before roughly tugging your lace panties back into place.
He stood up and paced a short line to the side of the bed. He needed a moment to steady himself, to look at you without the veil of his own desperation clouding his vision. When he knelt back down beside you, his gaze was even darker than before.
His eyes drifted upward, tracing the silhouette of your body under the thin, white fabric of your tank top.
It was a pathetic, flimsy thing that did absolutely nothing to hide the way your nipples had peaked into hard, sensitive points in the wake of your climax.
Nonetheless, he silently thanked you as the sight only fed into his desire, his cock already begging to be released.
He leaned over you again, his shadow swallowing you whole.
He lowered his head to your tits, catching one of your hardened nipples through the thin cotton. He took the peak into his mouth, the fabric soaking up his saliva as he licked and nipped at you through the layer of cloth.
He was relentless, his tongue swirling around the bud while his free hand reached up to toy with the other, rolling the stiff peak between his thumb and forefinger.
He paused for a second, hovering just above your skin, his eyes fixed on your sleeping face.
A cruel smirk tugged at his mouth as he watched the way your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks. He wondered what kind of feverish things you were dreaming of and he took a twisted sort of pleasure in knowing that, even in your sleep, he was the one orchestrating your pleasure.
When the morning sun finally bled through the curtains, it brought with it a confusing fog.
You woke up feeling uncharacteristically heavy, your limbs leaden and your mind swimming in a haze. But as consciousness slowly returned, it was replaced by a pulsing heat between your thighs that was impossible to ignore.
You felt...wrong. Your underwear was damp, clinging to your cunt pathetically, making you wonder if you experienced a wet dream the night before, not that you could remember.
Your nipples were swollen and achingly sensitive, rubbing painfully against the fabric of your tank top with every breath you took. There was a phantom sensation of wetness that your brain couldn't quite place, but your body remembered vividly.
Driven by the unexplainable hunger, you didn't even bother getting out of bed.
You couldn't.
You just spread your legs wide, the cool air hitting your damp skin, and slid your fingers down.
The moment you touched yourself, a soft gasp escaped your lips.
You were already so slick, so ready, as if you had been waiting for someone to touch you all night.
You began to work your fingers into your weeping pussy, the fullness sending jolts of electricity straight to your core.
You were pumping frantically, your breath coming in needy hitches as you tried to chase the ghost of a sensation you couldn't name.
You were lost in it, your head tossed back against the pillow, your hips bucking rhythmically as you chased your orgasm.
What you didn't see was the shadow in the doorway.
Sukuna stood in the sliver of the cracked door, his eyes dark and hooded as he watched you.
He didn't make a sound, his breath held tight in his chest as he took in the sight of you; your legs spread wide, your face flushed with a desperation, and your fingers working tirelessly inside your soaking wet pussy.
squelch! squelch! squelch!
You were driving him insane, your cunt getting louder the most frantic you grew.
He watched as a predatory grin spreading across his face, as your body finally reached its limit.
You let out a small cry, your hips jerking upward as you squirted, the fluid coating your fingers and the sheets as you came.
He stayed there, watching with satisfaction as you unravel in the morning light, watching you empty your needy pussy, sucking on your fingers to clean up your mess.
Imagine the feeling of his stare. Knowing your classmate wasn't human, and having no proof to back your suspicions.
Imagine his lingering presence, now that he suspects you know his truth, hiding the darkness behind his overtly sweet smile.
Imagine…the lingering touch you feel moments after he decides to take a seat beside you. A large hall, you sat secluded from the crowd.
And ongoing lecture, and a slimey appendage gliding across your bare thigh. One joining the other, and another, soon loosing count of how many circled your body.
Two twirling your tits, feeling the rush sprint to your clit. Of course, there was another rubbing your already soaked pussy, igniting your inner whore.
You never spared your seatmate a glance, knowing it was his doing.
These…tentacles spread your legs as far apart as they could under the table, hiking your skirt up.
Your soaked panties were no match for its strength, the flimsy material tearing like tissue paper as the appendage ripped them off and discarded them carelessly on the lecture hall floor.
You sat frozen, pulse pounding in your ears, as the tentacle glided across your exposed pussy, stroking and caressing, tracing the outline of your swollen lips.
It circled your entrance, teasing, before pushing inside and stretching you open with its girth.
You clenched down on the slick intruder, a shudder of reluctant pleasure wracking your body as it began to pump in and out, fucking you with a relentless, inhuman rhythm.
All around you, the lecture continued, students taking diligent notes, oblivious to the debauchery unfolding in the shadows.
But you could feel his presence, his dark smile boring into the side of your face, knowing it was his doing, his twisted way of claiming you.
His power, his very inhumanity, was now an undeniable reality.
