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whispers from the abyss !
⤷ caleb in an apron - caleb tries to make you breakfast the morning after ˎˊ˗
⤷ plump - you're kinda sad that sukunas tits are bigger than yours ˎˊ˗
⤷ fratboy satoru - your ex nerdy best friend uses you ˎˊ˗
"what in fucks name have you done to me, brat." sukuna accuses you mid thrust.
it was an honest accident. you were trying to play a silly little prank on him. dosing each cookie with a bit of aphrodisiac. he was only supposed to eat one cookie to feel the effects! you didn't expect him to eat half of the batch.
so here you were, suffering the consequences of your own actions. your poor hole has been getting abused by his hard cock relentlessly. he has you laying on your side, with one leg hooked over his shoulder while he plows into you.
"a-accident! was an accident, kuna!" you wail.
"you don't accidentally drug your boyfriend, fuckin' hell." he grits his teeth.
his arm latches around your thigh, gripping onto the plush flesh. his hips move frantically, like he's chasing relief that's nowhere to be found.
"s'not my fault y-you ate so many cookies." you cry out between thrusts, trying to clear your name.
"haah? are you seriously trynna blame this on me?" he says incredulously. his hand roughly smacks at your left breast and then he squeezes it harshly for good measure. sukuna has been taking it easy on you the whole time, but that comment ticked him off.
his pace becomes rough, thrusts are sloppy. it's animalistic, the way he's rutting balls deep into your syrupy cunt. your leg is dropped down and your body is turned to lay on your back. missionary style with sukuna is usually when he's feeling somewhat sweet, however. this is anything but that. his hands sneak behind your body, roughly grabbing onto your asscheeks and pulling you forward with every thrust.
"god, i'm so fuckin horny. tight cunts suckin' me in sooo good." he slurs his words. half because he's pussy-drunk and the other half due to the aphrodisiac fog in his brain.
your pussy stretches around his thick cock, leaking with every movement he makes. even though he's being rough, you can't deny the pleasure you're feeling from this. your head lolls back and your lower stomach begins to tighten up. you climax in the arms of sukuna, who fucks you through your orgasm.
he follows suit. his balls tighten and twitch and his body jerks forward. he thrusts into you with fervor as he chases his high. he spills his seed into you, deep and hard. he pulls out of your gummy walls only to be shocked.
"how the fuck am i still hard?" his hands grip at his pink hair, frustration coursing through his body. he thought that after thoroughly fucking you, the effects would wear off.
you slowly inch up on the bed, scooting away from him as you watch his angry cock twitching for relief.
his angry eyes immediately lock onto you, his hand snatches your ankle and drags you back towards him.
"oh no. no, no no. you're not going anywhere until this gets fixed." he says while pointing down at his dick.
you sigh and brace yourself. it's gonna be a long night.
underground artist!satoru wants to use your moans in his new song !
kinda dom!satoru , he gives you commands thru the recording booth , mutual masturbation , mdni !
The abrupt sound of your phone ringing has you tossing and turning in bed until you finally reach for it with a groan. You already know who’s on the other end of the line, this isn’t the first time he’s called you at random hours of the day. The incessant ringing ends with a click and you put the phone to your ear.
“Hello?” you whisper into the mic, voice hoarse with remnants of sleep.
“Hey,” he pauses, as if the sound of your voice rooted with sleep fills him with guilt for waking you up. “You busy?”
You try to stifle a yawn as you rise from your bed, knowing how the next set of events would turn out. “Other than sleeping? Not really.” you muse. “Did you need something babe?”
“Actually, yeah. I need your help with something. Would you be able to swing by the studio?” he asks.
You feel your body get up before he’s finished asking his question, reaching towards a big hoodie. “Yeah, I’m on my way. See you soon, love you.”
“Love you too.” he says, and the line clicks.
It isn’t unusual for Satoru to call you to his recording studio while he’s working on a new song. Being cooped up in the small room for hours on end with a deadline nagging him from the back of his head has left him stressed on many occasions, you assume this is the same. He always says that you’re his muse, that your presence alone helps him more than you could ever know. You doubt that you actually provide him with any assistance but you think it’s nothing a small coffee can’t fix, and so you’re out the door with the nearest 24 hour coffee shop in mind.
Soon enough you find yourself at the front door of the studio, struggling to pull out the key he had given you with one hand, the other holding a tray of drinks for the two of you. It takes a while but you finally enter and make a beeline towards his studio. You opened the door as quietly as you could, not wanting to disturb him if he had found himself in the zone.
The sight of Satoru working hard greeted you. You always thought that Satoru in the studio was truly a sight to behold; the look of concentration was imbued into the structure of his face and he looked as if he were adonis himself.
“I brought some coffee,” you say over the various sounds mingling about. He swivels in his chair to face you and you notice the way his white hair sticks out from under his beanie, and how his eyes look enlarged due to his cute big glasses.
He gleams in delight at your presence, “thank you, my love.” He pulls your chair snug up against his as he proudly shows you the new music he’s working on, then places a loving kiss upon your cheeks; as gratitude for putting up with his musical antics at ungodly hours.
“So what did you need my help with Satoru?” you ask. You found it odd that he would need your help, you weren’t musically inclined, so you doubt you could actually contribute anything.
He turns in his chair to face you, “I just finished recording a new song, but it feels like something is missing.” He grabs onto your hand between both of his while he massages your palm and fingers, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he starts off warily, “but I’d like it if you could moan into the mic, for the song.”
You can feel your face morphing into one of surprise, “okay, wait,” you sputter, “you want to record me moaning, and throw it into your song?”
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” he nods, “unless it makes you uncomfortable. I can always try rearranging parts of the song to find that missing piece.”
“I-I don’t think it would be a problem,” you reply, still feeling stunned. “But I don’t know how good it would sound.” you voice out with a hint of doubt. You’d love to help your boyfriend in any way you could, but this seemed a little embarrassing, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to manage out moans that didn’t seem forced.
He gives your hand a squeeze, “doesn’t matter, I’m just happy you’re willing to try. I really think it’s what will be able to tie it all together, your voice is just so sexy.”
You immediately push your head into his shoulder and whine, “'Toru, stop saying weird things. It’s embarrassing.”
He lets out a small laugh at your childish behavior, “it’s not weird, it’s the truth. Now go on inside the booth and try it out.” he says while smoothing out the hair on your head.
You reluctantly leave his warmth and take a few steps into the small booth, the door is shut behind you and you can see him through the big glass pane. He motions for you to grab the headphones and wear them, you do so as he instructs. The moment you put them on, he presses a button and leans closer to the buttons, “Can you hear me babe?” The sound of his voice seems intimately close even though there's a huge window that separates the two of you, and you nod. “Use your words, love.”
You cough and try to clear out your throat, “I can hear you.”
“Good.” he says. “I’m gonna play some music, all I want you to do is moan, sound alright?”
“Yeah- yeah I’ll definitely try. Don’t blame me if it sounds bad though.” you try to joke to cover up how embarrassing this was beginning to feel like.
You’ve moaned in front of Satoru countless times, he had a way with those long slender fingers, and that devilish mouth of his. You would have thought that because of that, you wouldn’t have troubles producing these sounds. But you had never been more wrong in your life.
Take after take, each moan that had left your mouth sounded fake and forced. You could hear how off they sounded and cringed when they didn’t match the mood of the song at all. Satoru kept on encouraging you no matter how bad they sounded, but you knew he was just trying to be nice and make you feel better. You didn’t know if it was because of how intently he was looking at you, or if you just couldn’t moan in accordance to the beat, either way you knew it wasn’t going to work.
“Maybe we should stop Satoru, I don’t think I’m very good at this.” you say sheepishly into the mic. You felt bad, you really wanted to be helpful and ease his burdens.
“We can stop if you want to, but I want you to keep going. I don’t think you’re relaxed enough, but I can help you with that.” he says. You’re too focused on trying to help him that you don’t see the hooded gaze painted onto his face.
“Yeah I’m feeling as stiff as a board right now, some relaxation would be nice.” you let out a small laugh. “Alright let’s continue then.”
“You see the chair in the corner? Why don’t you sit on it.” you pick up the chair and place it right where you had previously been standing. As you sit down, you adjust the microphone and lower it to your height. You look up from the seat and wait for his next instructions.
“Now spread your legs.” he says huskily.
You felt a throb down on your lower stomach at the change in his voice. “This is what you meant by relaxing?” you squeak. You could feel the blood rushing to your face as it heated up. You hesitantly heed his words and push your legs away from each other.
“Good girl.” he muses. You finally take your attention away from creating sounds for him, to actually focusing on him, and you immediately notice the predatory gaze that lingers in his eyes.
“Now take a finger and put it in your mouth. I wanna see you suck on it like you suck my cock.” he demands. You clench and unclench your hand a few times before slowly lifting it up to your mouth. “That’s right, there you go. What a sweet girl I have, you’re listening to my words so well.” he praises.
You feel your chest warm up with his words. Your finger enters your mouth and you continue to push it in and out, the same motions you would have done so on his dick. You keep an eye out on Satoru and notice the way he begins to palm himself through his pants, you groan at the sight.
“Take it out now.” he lets out breathlessly, “and shove it down your pants. Rub little circles onto your clit for me, yeah?”
You take it out slowly, wanting to put a little show on for him, you drag it down your body, squeezing at your chest first, before bringing it all the way down to your waistband. You slide it in with no second thoughts and begin to stimulate your sensitive bundle of nerves. The sudden contact has you panting and groaning as you continue with your ministrations.
“If you keep moaning like that I’m gonna come in there and fuck your brains out sweets.” he chuckles. If that’s a threat, you wholeheartedly welcome it; it prompts you to let loose and mewl out his name.
You can hear him whisper ‘fuck’ and you watch as he pulls his pants down, just enough to let his cock spring free. He spits down, letting it dribble onto his tip before pacing himself in up and down motions.
You can hear the faint slick and wet noises every time his hand jerks up and down alongside the whispers of your name, it spurs you on to react with moans in response. He manages to elicit a series of sounds from your lips. Ranging from high pitched moans, to breathy whimpers, to whines. The sound of his domineering voice has you quivering under his orders and you can’t stop the noises from escaping your mouth.
“Take your fingers and pump them in all the way, nice ‘n fast.” you waste no time, fingers immediately prodding at your entrance before slowly entering. Your jaw slacks open as you let out a silent cry. “S’good, so so good for me.” Satoru grunts.
It feels like a foggy haze, you close your eyes and all you can hear is Satoru, the noise-cancelling headphones do their job as his voice is the only thing entering your ears. You hear him say words of praise and adoration, he tells you how good you’re doing for him, along with his own moans. They’re deep, and guttural, sending tingles throughout your body. The headphones leave no gaps from your ears and it sounds as if he’s right behind you, breathing down your neck.
Your fingers pump faster and deeper than before as you feel a familiar coil in the pit of your stomach. You lock eyes with Satoru who is staring right back at you with the same desperation. His lip is caught between his teeth as his hand quickens its pace.
“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? So naughty, doing these kinds of things in my studio. Go on then, show me.” At the sound of his deep voice egging you to come, you whine his name, and your high reaches its peak. White flashes behind your eyes and you take a deep breath in to calm down. Satoru is trailing hot behind you, he lets out one final groan before spilling his white seed.
You both take a few minutes to even out your breathing and then you finally break the silence, “so,” you huff, “did we get it?”
He pulls his beanie off and runs his hand through his hair while cracking a small grin, “We definitely got it.”
underground artist!satoru wants to use your moans in his new song !
kinda dom!satoru , he gives you commands thru the recording booth , mutual masturbation , mdni !
The abrupt sound of your phone ringing has you tossing and turning in bed until you finally reach for it with a groan. You already know who’s on the other end of the line, this isn’t the first time he’s called you at random hours of the day. The incessant ringing ends with a click and you put the phone to your ear.
“Hello?” you whisper into the mic, voice hoarse with remnants of sleep.
“Hey,” he pauses, as if the sound of your voice rooted with sleep fills him with guilt for waking you up. “You busy?”
You try to stifle a yawn as you rise from your bed, knowing how the next set of events would turn out. “Other than sleeping? Not really.” you muse. “Did you need something babe?”
“Actually, yeah. I need your help with something. Would you be able to swing by the studio?” he asks.
You feel your body get up before he’s finished asking his question, reaching towards a big hoodie. “Yeah, I’m on my way. See you soon, love you.”
“Love you too.” he says, and the line clicks.
It isn’t unusual for Satoru to call you to his recording studio while he’s working on a new song. Being cooped up in the small room for hours on end with a deadline nagging him from the back of his head has left him stressed on many occasions, you assume this is the same. He always says that you’re his muse, that your presence alone helps him more than you could ever know. You doubt that you actually provide him with any assistance but you think it’s nothing a small coffee can’t fix, and so you’re out the door with the nearest 24 hour coffee shop in mind.
Soon enough you find yourself at the front door of the studio, struggling to pull out the key he had given you with one hand, the other holding a tray of drinks for the two of you. It takes a while but you finally enter and make a beeline towards his studio. You opened the door as quietly as you could, not wanting to disturb him if he had found himself in the zone.
The sight of Satoru working hard greeted you. You always thought that Satoru in the studio was truly a sight to behold; the look of concentration was imbued into the structure of his face and he looked as if he were adonis himself.
“I brought some coffee,” you say over the various sounds mingling about. He swivels in his chair to face you and you notice the way his white hair sticks out from under his beanie, and how his eyes look enlarged due to his cute big glasses.
He gleams in delight at your presence, “thank you, my love.” He pulls your chair snug up against his as he proudly shows you the new music he’s working on, then places a loving kiss upon your cheeks; as gratitude for putting up with his musical antics at ungodly hours.
“So what did you need my help with Satoru?” you ask. You found it odd that he would need your help, you weren’t musically inclined, so you doubt you could actually contribute anything.
He turns in his chair to face you, “I just finished recording a new song, but it feels like something is missing.” He grabs onto your hand between both of his while he massages your palm and fingers, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he starts off warily, “but I’d like it if you could moan into the mic, for the song.”
You can feel your face morphing into one of surprise, “okay, wait,” you sputter, “you want to record me moaning, and throw it into your song?”
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” he nods, “unless it makes you uncomfortable. I can always try rearranging parts of the song to find that missing piece.”
“I-I don’t think it would be a problem,” you reply, still feeling stunned. “But I don’t know how good it would sound.” you voice out with a hint of doubt. You’d love to help your boyfriend in any way you could, but this seemed a little embarrassing, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to manage out moans that didn’t seem forced.
He gives your hand a squeeze, “doesn’t matter, I’m just happy you’re willing to try. I really think it’s what will be able to tie it all together, your voice is just so sexy.”
You immediately push your head into his shoulder and whine, “'Toru, stop saying weird things. It’s embarrassing.”
He lets out a small laugh at your childish behavior, “it’s not weird, it’s the truth. Now go on inside the booth and try it out.” he says while smoothing out the hair on your head.
You reluctantly leave his warmth and take a few steps into the small booth, the door is shut behind you and you can see him through the big glass pane. He motions for you to grab the headphones and wear them, you do so as he instructs. The moment you put them on, he presses a button and leans closer to the buttons, “Can you hear me babe?” The sound of his voice seems intimately close even though there's a huge window that separates the two of you, and you nod. “Use your words, love.”
You cough and try to clear out your throat, “I can hear you.”
“Good.” he says. “I’m gonna play some music, all I want you to do is moan, sound alright?”
“Yeah- yeah I’ll definitely try. Don’t blame me if it sounds bad though.” you try to joke to cover up how embarrassing this was beginning to feel like.
You’ve moaned in front of Satoru countless times, he had a way with those long slender fingers, and that devilish mouth of his. You would have thought that because of that, you wouldn’t have troubles producing these sounds. But you had never been more wrong in your life.
Take after take, each moan that had left your mouth sounded fake and forced. You could hear how off they sounded and cringed when they didn’t match the mood of the song at all. Satoru kept on encouraging you no matter how bad they sounded, but you knew he was just trying to be nice and make you feel better. You didn’t know if it was because of how intently he was looking at you, or if you just couldn’t moan in accordance to the beat, either way you knew it wasn’t going to work.
“Maybe we should stop Satoru, I don’t think I’m very good at this.” you say sheepishly into the mic. You felt bad, you really wanted to be helpful and ease his burdens.
“We can stop if you want to, but I want you to keep going. I don’t think you’re relaxed enough, but I can help you with that.” he says. You’re too focused on trying to help him that you don’t see the hooded gaze painted onto his face.
“Yeah I’m feeling as stiff as a board right now, some relaxation would be nice.” you let out a small laugh. “Alright let’s continue then.”
“You see the chair in the corner? Why don’t you sit on it.” you pick up the chair and place it right where you had previously been standing. As you sit down, you adjust the microphone and lower it to your height. You look up from the seat and wait for his next instructions.
“Now spread your legs.” he says huskily.
You felt a throb down on your lower stomach at the change in his voice. “This is what you meant by relaxing?” you squeak. You could feel the blood rushing to your face as it heated up. You hesitantly heed his words and push your legs away from each other.
“Good girl.” he muses. You finally take your attention away from creating sounds for him, to actually focusing on him, and you immediately notice the predatory gaze that lingers in his eyes.
“Now take a finger and put it in your mouth. I wanna see you suck on it like you suck my cock.” he demands. You clench and unclench your hand a few times before slowly lifting it up to your mouth. “That’s right, there you go. What a sweet girl I have, you’re listening to my words so well.” he praises.
You feel your chest warm up with his words. Your finger enters your mouth and you continue to push it in and out, the same motions you would have done so on his dick. You keep an eye out on Satoru and notice the way he begins to palm himself through his pants, you groan at the sight.
“Take it out now.” he lets out breathlessly, “and shove it down your pants. Rub little circles onto your clit for me, yeah?”
You take it out slowly, wanting to put a little show on for him, you drag it down your body, squeezing at your chest first, before bringing it all the way down to your waistband. You slide it in with no second thoughts and begin to stimulate your sensitive bundle of nerves. The sudden contact has you panting and groaning as you continue with your ministrations.
“If you keep moaning like that I’m gonna come in there and fuck your brains out sweets.” he chuckles. If that’s a threat, you wholeheartedly welcome it; it prompts you to let loose and mewl out his name.
You can hear him whisper ‘fuck’ and you watch as he pulls his pants down, just enough to let his cock spring free. He spits down, letting it dribble onto his tip before pacing himself in up and down motions.
You can hear the faint slick and wet noises every time his hand jerks up and down alongside the whispers of your name, it spurs you on to react with moans in response. He manages to elicit a series of sounds from your lips. Ranging from high pitched moans, to breathy whimpers, to whines. The sound of his domineering voice has you quivering under his orders and you can’t stop the noises from escaping your mouth.
“Take your fingers and pump them in all the way, nice ‘n fast.” you waste no time, fingers immediately prodding at your entrance before slowly entering. Your jaw slacks open as you let out a silent cry. “S’good, so so good for me.” Satoru grunts.
It feels like a foggy haze, you close your eyes and all you can hear is Satoru, the noise-cancelling headphones do their job as his voice is the only thing entering your ears. You hear him say words of praise and adoration, he tells you how good you’re doing for him, along with his own moans. They’re deep, and guttural, sending tingles throughout your body. The headphones leave no gaps from your ears and it sounds as if he’s right behind you, breathing down your neck.
Your fingers pump faster and deeper than before as you feel a familiar coil in the pit of your stomach. You lock eyes with Satoru who is staring right back at you with the same desperation. His lip is caught between his teeth as his hand quickens its pace.
“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? So naughty, doing these kinds of things in my studio. Go on then, show me.” At the sound of his deep voice egging you to come, you whine his name, and your high reaches its peak. White flashes behind your eyes and you take a deep breath in to calm down. Satoru is trailing hot behind you, he lets out one final groan before spilling his white seed.
You both take a few minutes to even out your breathing and then you finally break the silence, “so,” you huff, “did we get it?”
He pulls his beanie off and runs his hand through his hair while cracking a small grin, “We definitely got it.”
caleb's a little obsessed with your feet, and melts when you give him a footjob !
idk why this idea popped in my head tbh... im not much of a foot person....
caleb loves your feet. whenever the two of you are relaxing together on the couch, he’ll make sure you’re resting your feet on his lap. absentmindedly touching them, holding a foot in his hand and rubbing his thumb across the top, and straight up massaging them. it’s oddly comforting to him, and you, of course, don’t mind at all.
so it’s not a surprise when he’s on the verge of tears when you decide to give him a footjob.
it started off by an accident, your foot grazing his crotch a couple times while you rested your feet in his lap. you didn't think much of it until you felt him grow harder and harder. looking up from your phone, you saw his reaction, how his ears were bright red and the way he was biting his lips.
and now, caleb sits on the floor in front of you, while you stay seated on the couch. he sits back on his feet, knees spread apart. your leg is crossed over the other, and you can't take your eyes off him. he's cute, looking like a poor puppy, the way he's looking up at you, waiting for some sort of stimulation.
his bulge is big and hard, tenting his pants. threatening to stretch out the material. tentatively, you place the ball of your foot onto his crotch. the whimper that caleb lets out is instantaneous. his sensitivity is heighted and the smallest touch has pleasure coursing through his body. the most miniscule touch creates a wet patch of pre staining his sweatpants.
you press down a little harder, rubbing your foot up and down his clothed cock. his body twitches, little moans and gasps of pleasure dancing out of his pretty pink lips. you can't help but smile over this newfound power over caleb. you knew he was obsessed with your feet, but you didn't realize how deep it went. that he would be wrapped around your finger like this.
your foot stopped its movements, and began to ascend his body. the pad of your foot made it's way up the tough ridges of his abs, toe grazing over his nipple, and then closer and closer to his mouth.
without hesitation, his tongue pokes out to lick across the expanse of your sole, and then enveloping your toe in his mouth. his tongue swirls around the digit before sucking. his head slightly bobs as he sucks on it. it's weirdly erotic.... you've never really been into feet, but the sight in front of you has you growing wetter and wetter.
moments later his pants are pulled down and your foot touches his bare cock. he hisses at the contact, bucking his hips closer, craving friction. his cock is hard and throbbing, precum leaking down the tip and dribbling down. you don't think you've ever seen him this desperate for your touch before.
caleb's always been a giver, thinking about your pleasure over his. you always come first for him. but now, his cheeks are red, he's panting, aching and begging for your touch on him.
and so, you slide his cock between your toes and begin to move them up and down his hard length. caleb melts in your hold, his eyes become dazed and can't help but rut his hips forward like a dog in heat. his cock is drooling, smearing between your toes. that only helps you, letting your foot move faster and faster.
slick sounds fill the room, caleb's head falls forward onto your knees, you can feel his hot breath hit your skin as he pants. his hips keep moving forward, chasing that sweet relief.
"fuuuck, cumming..cumming... god, i'm gonna cum soo hard." he choked out. your other foot gently moves towards his balls, toes massaging them. he lets out a strangled gasp, hot white spurts shoot out onto your ankles and feet, dripping down to the floor.
caleb catches his breath, and then nuzzles his head on the tops of your thighs. he looks at you with a hooded gaze, "so can i return the favor?" his eyes dart down to your clothed pussy and back up to your face.
"ew, no. your feet are going nowhere near down there. freak." you scrunch up your face.
"... that's not what i meant. m'not gonna penetrate you with my big toe or anything. that'd be weird." he can't help but let out a laugh, "i was just gonna ask if i could eat you out." he inches closer, hands dancing around your waistband.
you get your revenge on fratboy!satoru who used you for your body !
part one here !
the picture of you had unfortunately spread around campus almost instantly. you were still on the walk back from satoru's dorm back to your own. never in your life have you felt so humiliated, feeling the stare of all the passerbys.
you were stupid. so incredibly stupid for trusting satoru again. he left you behind in the past without blinking an eye, you were naive to thought that he had changed. you needed to erase the satoru of the past from your memories. that sweet nerdy boy no longer existed, what remained was an awful jerk who took advantage of people.
you really couldn't believe it. how could he so carelessly touch you like that? using your body as a bet, taking all your firsts and then discarding you like you meant nothing. all over a years supply of alcohol at that. surely you were worth more than that? the thought made your heart ache in your chest.
your sadness slowly begun to turn into anger. just who on earth did he think he was, for toying around with you like this? with a new found determination, you walked back to your dorm with your head held high, not caring about what people were saying about you behind your back. you were ready to make him pay for his actions.
next week, his frat was having another party. that’s when your plan will be set in motion. it's going to be a slow build-up, but you hope it'll be worth it in the end.
you weren’t going to change the way you dress, like wearing more revealing clothes or change who you were at your core. not at all. you were going to stay true to yourself. no way were you going to change who you were for a man. even it was under the guise of revenge. you needed to avenge yourself while remaining as the same nerdy girl that he used, that's the only way you'd feel satisfied.
when the day of the party arrived, you put on an outfit. it was still cute and meant for parties, but it was still you. you only had one single goal tonight, and that was to catch satoru's attention. you weren't going to talk to him, but you just needed him to know you were there.
and so, walking into the frat party, you try to blend in. even though you hyped yourself up for this, it's still kind of hard. at the end of the day, parties really aren't your scene, and you don't really know anyone here.
first thing to do is to try and loosen up and maybe get a drink. so you slide your way in-between bodies to get to where all the alcohol is located. on your way there, you bump into something hard. you find yourself tumbling backwards, but two warm hands grasp onto your waist, pulling you back in. your hands rest on a solid chest, you look up and see someone smirking down at you. face adorned with piercings along with a a head full of baby pink hair.
"must be my lucky day, huh? pretty girl like you fallin' right into my arms." his deep voice caresses your ear.
your mouth opens and closes, and then opens again. heat rushes to your cheeks, you're flustered and have absolutely no idea what to say to the hottie in front of you.
"relax, m'just teasing you." his hand comes up to ruffle your hair a little, "be careful next time."
he makes a move to leave, but then he turns back to face you again. "wait a second, i recognize you."
heat rushes to your cheeks again, but for all the wrong reasons now. you know he's probably seen the picture of you circulating around. shame and embarrassment course through your veins and you wait for the mockery. but it never happens.
"that's fucked up, what he did to you." he remarks. "i was against the dumb bet but no one listened to me. sorry by the way, for what happened."
"it's fine, wasn't your fault." you look down at the floor, meekly. still embarrassed by the situation. it makes you wonder how many people truly knew what satoru was going to do to you that night.
"still, messed up to do something like that. 'specially to a girl as cute like you." his phone beeps and his attention gets dragged away from you as he checks his texts." fuck, i gotta go. i'll catch you around."
he turns away without sparing a second glance, disappearing within the crowd to go do who knows what. not that it's any of your concern. you recognized the pink haired man that was just in front of you. another member of the frat- the very same frat that satoru is apart of.
you shake your head and focus on the task ahead of you. you reach the drink table and grab whatevers closest before chugging it down. it burns down your throat, but you don't care. anything to feel less awkward. you've seen some of the stares people have given you, recognizing you from the bet.
moments later, when the alcohol begins to hit. you find yourself coming out of your shell- only a sliver. you manage to socialize a bit, conversing and giggling alongside some girls you recognized from your class.
maybe parties weren't so bad.
it isn't until you turn your head to find satoru obnoxiously telling some story in front of a group of people, only for his eyes to meet yours at the exact same moment. you can see his eyes widen in surprise, like you were the last person he ever expected to see right now. you brace yourself, and give him a small smile and wink.
he falters a bit, stuttering mid-sentence in whatever grand tale he was telling the people surrounding him. but it's gone in an instant and his faux-bravado returns in full blast as he yaps their ears off.
your job for the night was done, but you stay and enjoy the party for a bit more. occasionally locking eyes with satoru again, but neither of you take a step closer to each other.
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the next morning you find yourself sitting at a bench around campus, books spread open with a pen in hand as you study. you can hear satoru from a mile away, walking on campus grounds with his frat brothers. mid conversation he locks eyes with you, he murmurs something to his friends and they walk off without him.
he stalks up to you while you sit down on the bench, an unreadable expression plastered on his face.
"why'd you come to the party? you never go to parties."
he was curious. good. you needed him to be, in order to get this to work.
"well, technically i did help you supply it with alcohol, no? i thought it would only be fair for me to get a share of it." you reply back. you mentally prepare yourself for what you're about to say. you look him dead in the eye and put a coy look on your face. "plus, regardless of the bet, i had fun with you. i was waiting for a moment to get you all to myself, but you seemed pretty busy, so i left."
it's a lie but you hope he doesn't see through it.
his expression turns to one of surprise, like he didn't expect for you to act so nonchalant. if anything, he was expecting more tears, for you to beg him to apologize. he thought you would be your shy docile self. a smirk appeared on his lips and he took the seat in front of you. he leaned forward, resting his head on his palm. he was interested.
he's disgusting. you feel sick to your stomach at this conversation. but you need him to want you. need to make him believe that you don't care about what he's done to you.
"hmm." he hums thoughtfully, "y'know... you should lemme know next time you come. i can show you an even better time." there's a gleam in his eyes.
you bite your lips and smile at him, "yeah, i'd like that."
and so, time passes by and it's yet again the night of another party, satoru had texted you all of the details, specifically letting you know when he would be free for you to rendezvous together. the second you read that text, you couldn't help the shudder of disgust that rolled throughout your body. no matter how much he grossed you out now, you were still determined to avenge yourself.
so you set off to the party, sitting in the corner of the couch, waiting until he was done hanging out with his bros and dumb party games to hang out with you.
you've been sitting on your phone, looking at the latest manga chapters, and video game updates. you're so into it, you don't realize that someone's sat down next to you, peeking at your phone alongside you.
"didn't take you to be such a nerd." a deep voice cuts your concentration.
you look over to your right and see sukuna sitting next to you, leaning over your shoulder. you quickly lock your phone and put it face down on your lap. he notices how you tense up at his words and tries to rectify it.
he leans back noncommittedly, rolling a blunt in between his fingers "nah, s'cool. i actually really like that manga too."
your eyes widen up in shock, excited at his words, you lean close to him and invade his personal space, "really? i haven't met anyone else who likes this! who's your favorite character?" you exclaim.
seconds turn into minutes turn into hours. you both sit side by side talking about all sorts of things together. you didn't take sukuna to have the same interests as you, but you're enjoying yourself. you completely forgot that satoru had asked you to meet him in his room half an hour ago.
the music drones on in the background, but you can barely notice it when sukuna's knee brushes against yours. instead of pulling away, you find yourself getting closer and closer. you're drawn into him and how easy this feels.
"... and then i spent like two hours trying to kill one boss." he says shaking his head. "nearly threw my controller against the wall."
you laugh, "right?! everyone told me that i was overreacting how bad that boss was to kill!"
"nah," he said, eyes flickering over your face as you grin at him. "most people don't know what they're talkin' about."
the way validates your feelings makes something warm bloom in your chest. you haven't felt like this in a long time. your thoughts are cut short when you feel your phone vibrate against your thigh.
satoru: where are you
you stare at the screen for a second, and then lock it without responding.
sukuna notices, "everything alright?"
you hesitate, wondering if you should tell your plan to sukuna. he did say that he was against the bet in the first place. "i.... was supposed to meet with satoru."
his eyes widen a bit, "you mean the prick that slept with you for booze?"
"yeah, but not for the reason you think!" you quickly try to explain yourself and the plan you had to make satoru regret everything he's done to you. once you're done telling him, he's nodding his head slowly, like he's in thought.
"y'know, i might know a better way to make him regret." he says after a moments pause.
"yeah? what is it?" you question.
he sits back, relaxing against the couch and stretches an arm to rest behind you. "oh just wait n see..." he doesn't elaborate.
you feel your phone buzz again, you don't even bother to look. you know it's satoru, probably wondering where you are and why you aren't in his room right now.
your thoughts would be correct.
satoru opens the door to his room and goes downstairs in hopes to find you. he looks in the kitchen, in the backyard, and finally in the living room.
at first relief flashes across his face, you didn't leave and blow him off, since you're still here sitting on the couch. but his relief lasts only a moment when he sees who you're with. his smile falters, he watches as you tilt your head back and laugh, while sukuna leans in to whisper something in your ear.
he texts you again, and watches as you look down at your phone and flip it over again without responding.
annoyance slowly begins to build up in his chest, growing uglier and uglier by the second. not only did you ignore him but you're ignoring him for sukuna.
he pushes through the crowd, stopping until he's directly in front of you. "there you are." he says, "i told you to meet me. i was waiting for you."
"oh... yeah, right.." you say slowly, like you don't care about the words coming out of his mouth. "i got distracted."
satoru scoffs, eyes flicking between your phone and the two of you, "about what, comics? i seriously can't believe you're choosing to ignore me for him."
sukuna decides to chime in, "it's clear who she chose." he says while pulling you into his side.
satoru immediately glances at you, waiting for you to pull away from him, show some sort of disgust. but nothing. if anything, it looks like you're cuddling closer to him.
satoru's jaw tightens, "you don''t even know her. you don't know her like i do."
sukuna glances at you, "i know enough."
that lands harder than any insult ever would.
satoru looks around him and sees how some of the partygoers have tuned into your conversation. he rubs his hands over his face, "look, y/n. can we talk about this in private please?"
you sigh, and knew that this would probably have happened some time during this party. you get up and follow him to his room. the door shuts behind you and he speaks immediately.
"look, i don't get why you kept me waiting? you came over for one reason, right?" he looks over at you and continues without letting you speak. "we can just keep this under low wraps. no drama. y'know? you're in my room, we have some fun, everyone wins."
you raise your eyebrow, "everyone?"
"yeah," he says nonchalantly. "we get to have some fun with each other, and the guys got their drinks and whatever. it's not that deep."
the room feels dead silent.
you scoff and can't believe the words coming out of his mouth. "i seriously cannot believe you don't think you did anything wrong."
he frowns. "what? i mean if you hated it so much, you wouldn't have come today right?"
"are you hearing yourself satoru?" your brows are furrowed as you're in disbelief.
"why are you making this such a big deal?" he exasperates, like he doesn't truly get your point.
"because you turned me into a transaction!" you snap back at him. your voice shakes but you don't back down now. "because you slept with me so your friends could drink for free and you're standing here acting like i should be falling at your feet." you chest heaves as you belt out the words that have been harboring inside you.
there's no point in trying to argue with him. this isn't what you had planned, but sukuna's sudden appearance had got you sidetracked. now, with your plan gone to shit, you try to argue with him instead, trying to convince him that the bet he did was horrible. but nothing's clicking in satoru's head, he just wants to get into your pants.
your mind briefly drifts off to the pink haired man. "sukuna wouldn't treat me like this. you know what, just leave it. you don't understand." you turn to leave.
at the mention of sukuna's name, something in satoru's head begins to siren alarms. he can't explain what it is, but seeing you with sukuna made him angry. who did sukuna think he was? nerding over comics with you? that used to be you and him so how dare sukuna say he knows you better than he does. he was the one who used to be best friends with you.
fuck, is he jealous?
satoru lets out a shaky breath, "okay, so this is because of the bet, right? fuck. look, i-i'm sorry y/n. so please, don't go to him, stay with me." he tries to plead with you.
is this what sukuna was talking about? you see the regret plastered on his face, how desperate he looks to keep you at his side. you have him. hook, line, and sinker.
you huff, "so now you want to apologize. after you realize that i might go hang out with sukuna instead."
you glare daggers at his form, how he stands in front of you so pathetically.
"so when you see me crying about you using me for a bet, you don't give a shit. but now that i'm going to hang out with another guy and your dick isn't getting wet, that's when you care?"
he sputters, "n-no, wait. hear me out y/n!"
"no, i don't want to hear a single word that comes out of your dirty mouth, asshole. i'm done with you."
"seeing him with you did make me jealous, i can admit that," he begins to say, "it should be me next to you, nerding about that stuff. i do miss you and how we used to hang out." he adds on.
"i don't think you miss me, i think you miss the control. having me as a little puppy by your side that listens to your every whim." you say. "regardless, it's way too late for that. don't contact me ever again. i despise you." you sneer.
a look of hurt flashes on his face, "you don't mean that, right? w-we used to be best friends, y/n! i know which characters you love, and the ones you hate. he doesn't know that about you, he doesn't know anything about you. i do."
you shake your head at him, "yeah. used to be. as in, we will never be friends again. i hate you. you used me and i will hate you for the rest of my life."
he opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off.
"and did you really think that i came over today to fuck you?" you can't help but let out a sadistic laugh. "i came over to embarrass you. but honestly, i think this is working out even better."
"you don't wanna fuck?" somehow he looks even more hurt than before. like his ego has been blown to shreds at the thought of a girl that doesn't want to sleep with him. he probably thought a girl like that didn't exist. he truly is pathetic. it's laughable that thats what makes him the most upset.
"i don't. but you know who might get it tonight? sukuna." you try to probe at his already torn ego, hoping this will be the biggest blow. "mhm. he's cute n he likes all the stuff i do so who knows. he might get lucky tonight."
there's no way you'd ever do that tonight. sukuna is cute but that's way out of your comfort zone. but it's nice to say it just to see satoru crumble even further.
"what? no!" he screeches. "he's not good enough for you y/n, he doesn't deserve you."
"right, like you'd know who deserve me and who doesn't." you roll your eyes.
you turn to leave, finished at the conversation at hand. it's not the ending you had imagined, but it's one that has left you satisfied. seeing him lose his mind at the thought of you being with another guy is truly laughable.
with your hand on the doorknob, you stop and look at him one last time, "remember this conversation satoru. you've already taken so much from me. this is the last thing you'll ever get from me."
you swing the door wide open, happy that you had found the confidence to stand up for yourself. but you halt before you can take a step out. sukuna waits on the other side of the door, hands in his pocket, looking off to the side.
you can't help but get a little nervous, how much of that did he hear? did.... he hear about the part about him getting lucky?
"jeez, at least take me out on a date before you decide you wanna undress me." he grins cockily and locks eyes with satoru, who is seemingly spiraling at seeing the sight of sukuna on the other side of his door.
"c'mon, i know a good place to eat." sukuna extends his hand out to you.
you look down at his hand, up at his face, and then take it without hesitation. his hand is bigger than yours, but he holds it gently, guiding you down the hallway and out the frat house.
satoru has no choice but to watch, frozen in his room as he watches sukuna take you away from him. knowing there's nothing else he can do except remember this is exactly what he deserved.
on your way out, you can hear satoru let out an agonized yell.
a/n: ok ngl i dont like how this turned out but i had an idea and i tried to execute it and i got lazy in the middle and just ended it LOL hopefully u all feel satisfied !!
"what in fucks name have you done to me, brat." sukuna accuses you mid thrust.
it was an honest accident. you were trying to play a silly little prank on him. dosing each cookie with a bit of aphrodisiac. he was only supposed to eat one cookie to feel the effects! you didn't expect him to eat half of the batch.
so here you were, suffering the consequences of your own actions. your poor hole has been getting abused by his hard cock relentlessly. he has you laying on your side, with one leg hooked over his shoulder while he plows into you.
"a-accident! was an accident, kuna!" you wail.
"you don't accidentally drug your boyfriend, fuckin' hell." he grits his teeth.
his arm latches around your thigh, gripping onto the plush flesh. his hips move frantically, like he's chasing relief that's nowhere to be found.
"s'not my fault y-you ate so many cookies." you cry out between thrusts, trying to clear your name.
"haah? are you seriously trynna blame this on me?" he says incredulously. his hand roughly smacks at your left breast and then he squeezes it harshly for good measure. sukuna has been taking it easy on you the whole time, but that comment ticked him off.
his pace becomes rough, thrusts are sloppy. it's animalistic, the way he's rutting balls deep into your syrupy cunt. your leg is dropped down and your body is turned to lay on your back. missionary style with sukuna is usually when he's feeling somewhat sweet, however. this is anything but that. his hands sneak behind your body, roughly grabbing onto your asscheeks and pulling you forward with every thrust.
"god, i'm so fuckin horny. tight cunts suckin' me in sooo good." he slurs his words. half because he's pussy-drunk and the other half due to the aphrodisiac fog in his brain.
your pussy stretches around his thick cock, leaking with every movement he makes. even though he's being rough, you can't deny the pleasure you're feeling from this. your head lolls back and your lower stomach begins to tighten up. you climax in the arms of sukuna, who fucks you through your orgasm.
he follows suit. his balls tighten and twitch and his body jerks forward. he thrusts into you with fervor as he chases his high. he spills his seed into you, deep and hard. he pulls out of your gummy walls only to be shocked.
"how the fuck am i still hard?" his hands grip at his pink hair, frustration coursing through his body. he thought that after thoroughly fucking you, the effects would wear off.
you slowly inch up on the bed, scooting away from him as you watch his angry cock twitching for relief.
his angry eyes immediately lock onto you, his hand snatches your ankle and drags you back towards him.
"oh no. no, no no. you're not going anywhere until this gets fixed." he says while pointing down at his dick.
you sigh and brace yourself. it's gonna be a long night.
satosugo x reader
smut , comfort , overstim , mentions of anxiety
being sandwiched between your lovers was hands down one of the best feelings
you were seated in satoru's lap, his hands roaming your body with sensuous movements, and his lips would brush against your neck
suguru on the other hand was in front of you, balls deep inside your cunt, his hands were gripping tightly onto your waist as he quickly moved his hips
the stark differences in their touches made the whole tryst feel like heaven
satoru was always the nicer one during intimate moments, always asking suguru to let you off during punishments
whereas suguru was more mean, always pushing you to your limits
so the dynamic of your relationship worked really well together, in and out of the bed
but perhaps it’s the way you’re sweetly moaning, or maybe it’s the influence of suguru, either one has satoru shifting gears, becoming more sadistic by the moment
his mouth is too close to your ear, nibbling and biting down on your neck, one hand pulls and pinches at your nipple and the other assaults at your clit
at first you don’t mind his roughness, it feels different, but not unwelcomed
but with the added feelings of suguru pounding into you with no mercy, calling you degrading names, soon it brings a weird feeling to your chest and your mind is racing with thoughts
you push it down and focus on your climax which is approaching fast, you tremble and tremble as you finish but relief is no where to be found
suguru is unrelenting as his cock continues to plunge in and out of you, and satoru keeps touching the bundle of nerves, circling his finger again and again
the overstimulation is too much to handle and you break
“b-bumblebee” you sniff, and immediately everything comes to a stop
you furiously wipe away your tears and hide your face behind your hands, feeling embarrassed that you couldn’t handle it
your breathing is still erratic, and suguru lightly touches you
“hey, it’s alright, you’re safe”
when you don’t evade his touches he rubs circles onto your back
behind you, satoru is freaking out, looking at suguru with panic in his eyes
he gently wraps his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder, “i’m so sorry y/n” he chokes out
the feeling of wet tears on your skin has you turning to face him, his eyes are red and his lips are trembling
you cup his face, “why are you crying toru?” you gently mumble through your own tears
“because we hurt you! we’re supposed to protect you” he clings on to you
suguru comes with a fluffy comforter, wrapping it around both you and satoru, he kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger before he leaves the room
satoru doesn’t let you leave his arms, he gently rubs your back while whispering words of apologies over and over again
suguru leaves and comes back into the room to scoop you into his arms, carrying you to the tub while satoru trails like a lost puppy
suguru gently sets you into the warm water that's filled with oils and he sits on the edge, hand coming to massage your scalp
“i’m sorry.” “it’s my fault.” “i should’ve realized” are the words coming out of his mouth
satoru gently slides into the tub with you, holding you close
“it’s alright, i know you guys didn’t mean to” you respond
“but still, we should’ve noticed.” satoru mutters, and suguru agrees
the longer you’re in the water, the more at ease you feel
they both don’t leave your side, they spoil and pamper you with kisses and loving words
as soon as your eyes begin to droop do they take you out, dry and clothe you
you’re placed at the center of the bed as you’re hugged by the both of them on each side, cuddled for the rest of the night until you drift off to sleep in their arms
you knew fratboy!sukuna had a big dick, but fuck- you never imagined he'd be as thick as a coke can. he has you face down and ass up, while he holds your hands behind your back. you feel like you're getting split open all while he's telling you to fuckin' take it.
you feel the air getting knocked out of your lungs with every thrust, panting into the sheets underneath you while you try to put some space between your bodies. a hand strikes down on your ass cheek and you can't help but whine.
"you're gonna take what i fuckin' give you, brat."
it's too much pleasure, your vision is going hazy. he's too thick, you can feel every ridge and every vein pulse against your gummy walls with every movement he makes. he's stretching you out so hard that it burns so deliciously. it feels like he's going to mess up your insides, that you won't be satisfied any longer by normal dicks anymore. no- you're hooked on him.
you whine helplessly, "too hard, 'kuna. it's too big."
your words do nothing but feed his ego and you yelp out loud. it feels like he's growing bigger and thicker inside of you.
"yeah?" he says, his tone cocky. he's exuding confidence but your words push him to work harder. his pace quickens, and the plap plap plaps echo in the room. he wants to see you absolutely ruined underneath him. he wants you crying and begging for more.
"it'll be easier next time," he pants. "gonna fuck you so hard, this pussys gonna remember my shape."
he stays true to his words, fucking you over and over over the course of hours. he's trying to stretch your walls into the shape of him. you can't remember how many times you've orgasmed, but you know each time was around his painstakingly thick cock.
he's been manhandling you in all sorts of positions, to the point that you can't even tell which directions left and right anymore. but the last round is something more... gentle. he pushes in softly, tender kisses places on your shoulder and chest. it's like he's trying to soothe the turmoil he just put your body- and pussy through. it's like a reward, he's trying to praise you for doing so well for him, for being able to take all of him.
and so, when he finally pulls out, you feel relief at last. the taut stretch has stopped and your muscles begin to relax. but it's short lived as he carries you to the bathroom.
"don't go dozing on me yet, got a couple rounds to go in the shower now." he smirks.
in which caleb goes rummaging through your dirty laundry !
pairing | kinda sub!caleb x reader
warning | handjob , penetration , you make caleb wear ur panties , you call urself mama once in a joking way , not proofread
If Caleb were to describe your relationship in one word, it would be perfect. You were always so kind and caring towards him, helping him through anything he needed with a smile on your face. But he's sure that if you saw him right now, the smile would be wiped off your face and you'd be looking at him with disgust. This is the one part of him that he never wishes to divulge to anyone else.
Caleb sits on the floor in the laundry room, rummaging through your dirty laundry until he finds what he's looking for. A pair of used black panties.
Heat creeps up from his neck to his ears as he stares at the fabric sitting on his hand. The space in his pants becomes smaller and smaller as his bulge grows bigger; he can't help it when he's staring at your panties with such desperation. In the middle of the panties is a stain, so noticeable against the dark fabric. It leads his head to imagine you in them, probably doing something so mundane yet the wetness of your core saying otherwise. Were you thinking of him while wearing soaked panties? Visuals play in his head and the thoughts drive him wild until he's unbuckling himself free.
He hisses as the cold air hits his cock, precum already drooling down to his balls, he hopes you know that you have this effect on him. He grabs onto your underwear, aligning it so that the stain is touching his dick directly, the contact of the fabric to his skin has his cock twitching. With languid motions, he begins to stroke himself, up and down, making sure that your panties move with the motion.
Whines and moans echo in the laundry room as Caleb's hand moves faster and faster. He feels so lewd, stealing your underwear like this and doing naughty things; you don't even know what he's doing with your underwear but it feels so good and he can't stop.
Caught up in the moment, Caleb doesn't hear the sound of the front door unlocking or your footsteps that come.
"Cale-oh?" you freeze midway as the sight of Caleb sitting on the floor with his pants undone and dick in hand.
He freezes on the spot, like a deer in headlights. "ah, shit. Look, I can explain, I swear." he says awkwardly while failing to properly zip up his pants.
You eye him cautiously, "it looks like your jerking off... with a pair of my used panties."
It's silent for a few beats, and Caleb looks mortified. So you shift the mood and tease him. You let out a click of your tongue, "hmm, it looks like you've been a bad boy, Caleb." you say with a joking tone while shaking your head.
He immediately plays into it. He leans back on one of his hands giving you a smirk, "Yeah? You gonna punish me?" he teases you back.
You kneel down to his level, your hand grazes over his crotch, you can feel his stiffness. Your eyes glance over to your underwear, "hmm... I think I will... Take these off," you motion to his pants and underwear.
With quick hands Caleb removes the fabric, his cock springs out and hits his stomach with a thud.
You reach over and grab the underwear that he had abandoned a few moments ago and hand them to him once again, "put these on." you say with an impish smile.
The smile on his face falters a bit and is replaced with hesitance and embarrassment. "Are you being serious right now?"
There's a gleam in your eye, "Mhm. That's your punishment. Put. Them. On."
He sighs in agreement, knowing that he can't argue with you. He's weak to you; whatever you want is what you'll get.
Caleb stands up, sliding the underwear up his legs while his gaze is plastered elsewhere; he'd rather look at anything else but you in the moment. His hands are timidly placed in front of him, clasped together. You can't help but giggle at the sight in front of you. Your big and tall boyfriend, wearing your small black panties.
You take a step closer and closer until you can feel his breath on your skin. A hand slips in between your bodies to cup at his bulge, gently palming him. His hands are clenched shut by his sides, lip caught in between his mouth as he tries to prevent moans from slipping out. You continue your ministrations, watching as how he begins to feel the sensations tingling over his body as his eyes squeeze shut.
It's only when you dip a finger in the waistband that he lets out a whine, unable to hold in his voice any longer. Your finger finds purchase on the tip of his cock, languidly rubbing circles. His hips buck into your touch, small gasps and more whines escape through his lips.
But when your finger begins to slow down until it stops its motion, his eyes snap open and a pout is adorned on his lips, "why did you stop," he draws out his words with a whine.
You shake your head and massage the flush of the back of his meaty thigh, "just thought it'd be more comfortable laying down instead of standing in the laundry room." you grab onto his wrists and pull him in your direction while taking steps back. You move him all the way to the bedroom and then give him a small push so he lands on the bed on his back, ready for you.
You take a moment to enjoy how he's spread out for you, big muscles on full display from his plump chest down to his thick thighs. Not to mention how your underwear is a tad bit small on him, constraining him tightly. His bulge proudly sticks out, he's painfully hard. With swift hands, you slide down the underwear just enough so that his cock can be freed. You grab him with one hand, wrapping it around the base and slowly pumping upwards.
You sit in between his legs, one hand stroking his hip, and the other stroking his cock. "Faster, please." he begs, bucking his hips upwards, you lightly push them back down onto the plush mattress.
"Don't worry baby, I'll give you what you want." you murmur into his ear. You fall into his charm, the thoughts of ruining him and making him beg until he can't speak go away, and you give him what he aches for instead. The feeling of your breath so close to his ear has shivers running down his back, back slightly arching upwards at the sensation.
You work your hand faster and faster until you begin to feel a small ache in your arm. It's worth it for the melodious moans that he cries out. You can feel him twitch underneath your fingers, a signal that he's close to release.
"Ngh- cumming, ohhhh m'cumming." his large hand grasps at the bed sheets, tugging on them as he lets the feeling of pleasure soak in. Spurts of white shoot out, traces are left on the expanse of your hand and wrist as the remains dribble down.
You watch Caleb's chest heave up and down with each breath he takes; he lays on the bed, eyes glossed over with a haze due to the satiation. As the seconds pass by, his hands reach out for you, itching to hold you close. You wish you could lay with him in an instant but you weren't finished yet.
You stroke his rosy cheek with your thumb, "can you do one more Caleb?"
He presses a kiss to your palm with a lazy smile, "mhm, s'fine. I can take it."
You place a kiss to his lips before you begin to stroke his cock yet again, pumping him to return the hardness he once was just moments ago. With a few more touches, his girth stands up, fully erect. You waste no time in removing your clothes, sitting up on your knees to line him up to your entrance. You sink down with a groan while eliciting yet another whimper from Caleb.
Caleb begins to furiously rut up into you, and his hands find purchase on your waist, moving you with every stroke of his hips. The feeling of his cockhead hitting that one spongy spot has you seeing stars.
The sensation leaves tingles throughout your body. Every jerk of his hips has you feeling breathless. You watch Caleb, who digs his heels into the mattress to provide him with more leverage. His eyes are scrunched closed while his mouth hands open. The taut muscles of his biceps flex as his hold on you tightens every time he bucks up into you. He looks absolutely sinful.
With a few more thrusts, the pleasure begins to unravel until it snaps, the feeling washes over you like a tide, sparks flying across the expanse of your skin, leaving no spot untouched. Caleb finishes not too long after you, ropes of hot cum painting your insides.
You gently slide him out, rushing to get a cloth to clean both of your sticky bodies. Once you finish cleaning him off, his hands latch onto you, pulling you into his warm body. His cheek nuzzles against the top of your head, "you aren't... like weirded out right?"
"Why would I be weirded out baby?" you stroke his side, tracing shapes onto his skin.
"Because I was using your underwear to get off…"
You look up to him and place a gentle kiss upon his lips, "It's fine." you reassure him with your words. "I mean I wasn't expecting that to happen, but it was hot seeing you get off like that."
"Okay, phew. I wasn't sure if you thought it would be gross." He says in relief.
"Nope. Next time you use my panties, do it in front of me. Mama wants a show." you tease.
"Next time?" he raises an eyebrow at you.
"Puh-lease, we both know that probably wasn't the first time you've done that. Certainly not gonna be the last." you snort.
satoru wants you to sit on his face for the first time !
"are you sure about this?" you ask hesitantly.
his hands gently knead the top of your thighs, "never been more sure about anything in my life, sweets." he says with a lovesick gaze in his eyes.
you're situated on his chest, knees on either side of his head. you're nervous, trying to hold your weight up instead of on him. the last thing you want to do is suffocate your boyfriend to death, but knowing him, he'd say that would be the best way to go.
he's been trying to coax you to sit on his face for the past 10 minutes. from begging and pleading, to pretending to demand as some dominant alpha and laughing before he can even finish his sentence. you roll your eyes at his antics.
"fine.... but don't blame me if you get hurt." you tell him.
he looks at you with faux surprise, "blame you? noo, i'd praise you, sweet girl. it would be an honor to get suffocated between your legs." he said dreamily.
he pulls you closer with a cheshire-like grin on his face, happy that he's getting his way. you slowly inch closer and closer, until you can feel the hot puffs of air against your bare cunt. it leaves shivers rolling down your back and he hasn't even touched you yet.
small kitten licks are placed over your slit, as every small movement has his nose bumping into your clit. you slouch over already, feeling hazy. he stares up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
his tongue darts out, sliding up and down the folds of your entrance. "mmphh- so fuckin sweet." he mumbles.
his movements are slow and tantalizing. he wants to to feel every lick, every touch, and every jolt of pleasure. his tongue sinks into your hole, slowly moving in and out. its torturous. yes, it does feel good, but it's not enough.
you whine and can't help but grind your hips into his face. he lets out a muffled chuckle and switches over to your neglected clit. he lays his tongue flat against it, moving in languid clockwise motions.
you groan in frustration and one of your hands grips a chunk of his hair and pulls.
he lets out a moan of surprise, the sound vibrates against your core. it flips a switch in him and his pace quickens. eager flicks of his tongue rub against your clit. your head is thrown back in pleasure. you can feel one of his hands slip off of your thighs and move towards his dick. you can hear the schlick sounds has he fists his cock.
he's ravenous now; sucking desperately at your clit, hollowing his cheeks. and then moving back to your entrance, drinking in whatever you have to offer him. its messy, like he's making out with your bottom lips.
his tongue begins to fuck you, and you can't help but roll your hips in tandem with the movement. both of your hands find their way to his head, clutching his white locks and eagerly driving your cunt into his face. you don't even know if he can breathe but you don't even care. it looks like he's enjoying it anyways, as his eyes roll back.
your body squirms on top of him, thighs clenching and squeezing his head. and then it hits you all at once. jolts of pleasure bursting through your skin. you catch your breath as your release coats satoru's face. as you begin to slowly sit back on his chest, he pulls you back.
he stares up at you with hooded eyes. like he's pussy-drunk off of your juices. "i'm not finished with you yet." he says.
meanie caleb who holds you down in a mating press !
all of your senses were currently being consumed by caleb. he holds you down, knees pressed all the way up to your chest. his body presses down on you, his weight is heavy but comforting. enveloping you in your own little world, everything you see, touch, and hear, is only caleb.
"fuuuck, this pretty pussy was made for me, wasn't it?" he grunts into your ear.
you can't find it in you to give a coherent response, it's a struggle. breathy whimpers are the only thing you can muster out.
he lets out a small chuckle, "i asked you a question, sweets." his hand moves between your legs to pinch at your clit.
his actions send a jolt through your body and you let out a yelp, "ah- yes all for you 'leb!"
"thaaat's it, good job." his fingers let go of their hold, releasing your poor clit, opting to trace small delicate circles instead. like he's praising you for answering him.
hot wet kisses are placed all over your neck. heat curls up in your lower abdomen while caleb is busy moving his hips back and forth into your cunt. it feels so good but you can't help but lose strength in your legs that he has pinned up.
you whimper and try to adjust his hold on you, moving your legs to see if he'll let you put them down. his lips that were just leaving kisses, begin to bite down. teeth biting down on your soft skin, then using his tongue to sooth over the red marks.
"oh no no no." he whispers into your neck. "gotta keep your legs up baby."
"can't! m'tired hahh." you barely muster up the energy to tell him.
caleb's pace doesn't relent, hips furiously slamming into yours. suddenly you hear a whoosh and caleb looks down on you with a smug smile on his lips.
his evol pins you in place, locked in a mating press.
"you're not done until i say so." he muses as he touches his forehead to yours. his eyes stare at yours, hooded, as he uses his evol to control your body to his whim. the thought of him having full control over your body sends heat to your core.
he continues to rock into you, rolling his hips with precision. hitting the spongy spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. with one deep thrust, his evol took control of your hands, pinning them above your head. his body pressed down further, roughly plunging in and out.
with a few more movements, the coil began to snap. you and caleb groaning in tandem as release creeping over the two of you. you cry out caleb’s name as you climax.
the two of you pant, catching your breath. it’s silent, as you both bask in the afterglow. but it's broken when caleb cheekily whispers,
“shall we see what other positions i can keep you in?”
you knew fratboy!sukuna had a big dick, but fuck- you never imagined he'd be as thick as a coke can. he has you face down and ass up, while he holds your hands behind your back. you feel like you're getting split open all while he's telling you to fuckin' take it.
you feel the air getting knocked out of your lungs with every thrust, panting into the sheets underneath you while you try to put some space between your bodies. a hand strikes down on your ass cheek and you can't help but whine.
"you're gonna take what i fuckin' give you, brat."
it's too much pleasure, your vision is going hazy. he's too thick, you can feel every ridge and every vein pulse against your gummy walls with every movement he makes. he's stretching you out so hard that it burns so deliciously. it feels like he's going to mess up your insides, that you won't be satisfied any longer by normal dicks anymore. no- you're hooked on him.
you whine helplessly, "too hard, 'kuna. it's too big."
your words do nothing but feed his ego and you yelp out loud. it feels like he's growing bigger and thicker inside of you.
"yeah?" he says, his tone cocky. he's exuding confidence but your words push him to work harder. his pace quickens, and the plap plap plaps echo in the room. he wants to see you absolutely ruined underneath him. he wants you crying and begging for more.
"it'll be easier next time," he pants. "gonna fuck you so hard, this pussys gonna remember my shape."
he stays true to his words, fucking you over and over over the course of hours. he's trying to stretch your walls into the shape of him. you can't remember how many times you've orgasmed, but you know each time was around his painstakingly thick cock.
he's been manhandling you in all sorts of positions, to the point that you can't even tell which directions left and right anymore. but the last round is something more... gentle. he pushes in softly, tender kisses places on your shoulder and chest. it's like he's trying to soothe the turmoil he just put your body- and pussy through. it's like a reward, he's trying to praise you for doing so well for him, for being able to take all of him.
and so, when he finally pulls out, you feel relief at last. the taut stretch has stopped and your muscles begin to relax. but it's short lived as he carries you to the bathroom.
"don't go dozing on me yet, got a couple rounds to go in the shower now." he smirks.
