❤︎ Hello! I am SplishFish! You can call me Splish!
❤︎ I am 20 years old, and my pronouns are She/Her!
❤︎ I write typically write Oneshots, but maybe i'll expand to writing something longer like a multiple part Fanfic!
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❤︎ I am a SelfShipper / YumeShipper!
❤︎ I mostly write AFAB Bodied Readers, because I am AFAB! I also write Gender Neutral Reader, and will typically try to keep it that way, so everyone can enjoy my fics!
also lmk if I used cucking right cuz I seriously don’t know
Tags: fem!reader, cheating (obviously), smut (obviously), rough sex, barely plot, literally just smut, basically an excuse to write about how much I hate overhaul while writing about how much I love tomura, idk how to write overhaul and I dont care, overhaul has a small dick and sucks at sex, overhaul being a bitch
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Loud moans and whines ring out through the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing in the space between you, Shigaraki, and your ‘boyfriend’ Overhaul.
You’re on your knees, face shoved into the mattress at the foot of the bed, hands tangled in the sheets to hold on for dear life.
How had you even gotten here again?
Chisaki told he had a meeting with Tomura Shigaraki, of all people- you walked in right in the middle of it to deliver some urgent news you’ve forgotten already- you and Shigaraki made eye contact while Chisaki threatened you for interrupting- and then…who knows?
All you know is that Chisaki ended up with one of his own quirk eliminating darts in him, temporarily disabling his quirk and leaving him completely defenseless to be strapped down and forced to watch this.
‘This’ being Shigaraki railing the shit out of you.
“Heh-.” He chuckles behind you, not ceasing in his relentless thrusts for a second. “You really like it hard- ngh.”
The proof is in the way he nails you to the mattress, hips slapping against your ass as he presses deep into you. It’s also in the way you’re clenching around him, gushing and dripping down your shaking thighs, moaning like you love him.
“Ah- He doesn’t f-fuck you right, does he?” Shigaraki grits out, reaching down to tangle a half-gloved hand in your hair while the other stays clamped on your waist. “Drippin’ on me like a whore.”
A strangled moan leaves your lips in response, as much an agreement as anything. He grabs your hair and wrenches your head back, baring you for himself and Chisaki to see. Your face is flushed, streaming with tears and drool of pleasure, eyes rolling back and filled with stars. Shigaraki’s tip rams into your cervix and that mushy spot inside you, uncoordinated but still so fucking good. He’s bigger, thicker, harder, deeper than Chisaki ever was…not to mention the fact it actually feels good instead of completely one-sided.
“Look at him.” Shigaraki growls in your ear, jostling your head in the direction of your boyfriend and making you focus.
You do look. You focus whatever’s left of your energy on seeing exactly how Chisaki is reacting to this.
When it first started, he was writhing and protesting, not so much because of you, but because you supposedly belong to him. He couldn’t fathom the thought of another man- a rival- stealing his belonging.
But now he’s silent. His head is hanging down, chin to his chest, body limp and useless. He’s biding his time, you know. Waiting until the effects wear off and he can get revenge. But that could take hours. Days, maybe. Fear churns in your stomach at the thought of what he’ll do to you once he’s able to get his hands on you.
“Pathetic, isn’t he?” Shigaraki whispers darkly in your ear, slowing down just to grind deeeep inside you.
A whimper falls from your lips, eyes falling away from your boyfriend to instead peek over your shoulder.
Shigaraki is a vision in contrast. Cocky grin on his chapped lips, triumphant gleam in his eyes. Right now, he’s the very symbol of victory and power, everything Chisaki strives to be. You swallow lightly, nodding your head weakly in agreement.
“K-keep- ngh- going…p-please-.” You whimper out, shamelessly batting your dewy eyelashes up at him.
His grin sharpens, more claiming now than cocky. Shigaraki pulls out until just the tip is still inside you before slamming aaall the way back in, wrenching a blissful whine from your throat. He huffs a gruff laugh, meanly pushing your face back down into the sheets as he resumes his devastating pace.
“Mm- Yeah…” He grunts out, fucking into you even harder and faster than before. “Keep being a good girl- taking this dick just like that- hah-.”
You squirm and whimper under him, thighs trembling like a leaf with his thrusts. That coil inside you is tightening again, slowly but surely, making you clench tighter and tighter around his cock. You whine loudly, reaching up to hold onto his wrist where he grabs your hair, and he surprises you by not pulling away like Chisaki would have.
“Gonna cum again?” Shigaraki mocks, but he doesn’t slow down or stop.
You nod desperately, moans and whimpers rising in volume and pitch as he works you towards another release. Leaning down, Shigaraki presses his clothed chest against your bare back, letting go of your hair to bring his hand around and grab your face instead. He pinches your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, tipping your head up and making you look at Chisaki again.
“Look.” He demands lowly.
A beat passes.
“Look.” He demands again, harder this time, punctuating it with a sharp thrust into you.
It takes you a moment to process he’s not talking to you.
You watch with hazy vision as Chisaki raises his head slowly, eyes dragging up to see what was demanded of him. You, lost in the throes of bliss. And Shigaraki, grinning at him over your shoulder.
Shigaraki slides his free hand down between your thighs, rough fingers finding your clit and starting to circle mercilessly. You squeal and arch at the touch, completely forgetting about the weight of Chisaki’s gaze as you’re brought to the edge of the best orgasm you’ve ever had.
“Whose pussy in this, huh?” Shigaraki asks roughly, pumping into you harder and harder. “Say the name.”
Shigaraki’s fingers squeeze your cheeks harder, forcing you to keep eye contact with Chisaki while you fall into the bliss he gives you.
You cum hard. Shaking and squirming under him, a broken, drawn-out moan leaving your lips as a creamy ring is formed around the thick base of Shigaraki’s cock. And you give him your answer too, about who you belong to, “MM- Sh-shiga-raki- A-AH!”
Chisaki’s eye twitches, his body going ridged again as you confirm just how thoroughly Shigaraki’s taken you over. His hands curl into fists, itching to use the quirk that’s now dormant on the man taking you from him. And yet he stays silent, watching with a murderous glare as Shigaraki snickers mockingly.
“Thats right- Ngh- All m-mine now.” Shigaraki orders, nearing his own end now. “Want me to cum inside?- hah- Want me to f-fill you up better than he ever did?”
You’re nodding before you can even process the question, voice high and whiny as you babble out sweet little pleas for Shigaraki to pump you full. He groans lowly, thrusts getting erratic as he gets closer and closer. Red eyes lock onto Chisaki, silently daring him to look away from this, from the final step of claiming you all for himself.
“Fuck, yes- yes-.” He pants, locking his arm around your waist to hold you still against his jerky pumps. “T-take it- take it- oh, fuck!”
Shigaraki groans low as he rams inside one more time before coming to a stop, spilling deep inside you. He holds you through the shaking, fingers digging into your skin while he pants into your neck. You try your best to take all of it, blissfully clenching and massaging around him to store that thick, hot seed as deep as possible.
Unnoticed by either of you, Chisaki jerks in his chair, straining against his bindings. He’s watching the whole thing, the blissful expression he’s never seen on you, the way you’re begging in a way you’ve never done for him. And now, his stomach churns at the sight of you gratefully accepting the load of another man, mewling like it feels just as good for you, arching to take more of it.
When Shigaraki is done, he doesn’t pull away immediately. He stays for a moment, regaining his breath, before slowly starting to remove his hands from you. But you grab his wrist with a trembling hand, burying your face into his palm like you’re silently begging him not to go…so he stays.
Shigaraki notices the way your breath hitches softly, the way you’re actually surprised he’s letting you hold onto him after he just destroyed you. He watches you, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction and chest heaving with light pants, connecting the dots in his head.
As he sits up, he keeps his hand in place for you, indulgent in a way Chisaki has never been with you. Shigaraki’s eyes drift up to Chisaki yet again, accusing and cold, making a point of slowly pulling out of you while he rasps, “You really are a piece of trash.”
You whine weakly as he pulls put, legs finally giving out under you and sending you fully down to the mattress. But you keep a hold on his wrist, panting and collecting yourself in the relative safety of his palm. His words send a shiver down your spine, thinking he’s talking about you until you peek up and see Chisaki scowling.
Shigaraki tucks himself away and does his pants one-handed, lazily throwing the corner of the blankets over your hips to partially cover you. It makes your heart flutter, the way he seems to give even half a shit about you, and he notices.
Seeming to think for a moment, Shigaraki carefully slides his down under your jaw, tipping your head back so you’re looking up at him looming behind you. He studies you for a moment, your face all flushed and breaths uneven, but more than that, your eyes…you’re practically begging him not to leave you. Whether it’s out of a genuine desire to be with him instead, or just out of fear of repercussions from Chisaki, Shigaraki doesn’t care. He’s already made up his mind.
He knows you, beyond the way he just fucked you. He researched everyone he could in the Hassaikai, of course, and you are one of the most valuable. Your quirk, your intel, your…potential- it all goes far beyond being some doormat for Overhaul…or for himself.
“Join the League.” He doesn’t give you an option, not that you would’ve said no anyways. You start to nod—
“You can’t…”
Both of you look over in surprise when Chisaki finally speaks up, Shigaraki looking unimpressed while you look…scared.
“…She’s mine…” Chisaki rasps weakly, almost flatly, like he genuinely can’t comprehend losing you- an asset like you, he means.
Shigaraki snorts derisively, rolling his eyes. He lets go of you carefully, letting your head fall back down onto the plush mattress. You shrink down into the sheets a bit, feeling colder as Shigaraki gets off of you and stands beside the bed.
“Not anymore.” He responds dryly, a sharp grin tugging at his lips. “Maybe not ever, really. Not when the only thing keeping her here is fear instead of respect.”
He grabs your clothes from the floor, tossing them towards you carelessly while keeping an eye on Chisaki. You reach for them, glancing between the two men while trying to regain and keep your composure.
Chisaki glances at you then, and for half a second it almost looks like he sees you as a real person. But then it’s gone, clouded by that cruel selfishness that only allows him to see you as a pawn. “…But-.”
Shigaraki glances at you, eyes glancing over your half-dressed form where you sit on the bed, all dazed and startled. “You won’t betray me for this loser, will you?”
You blink a couple times, meeting his gaze with wide eyes. Honestly, you already know the answer. This is the guy Chisaki literally mocked for actually caring about his subordinates. That fact alone tells you all you need to know about where you’d rather lay your loyalty.
You shake your head a little, and Shigaraki smirks thinly at your obvious honesty. Chisaki stares with wide eyes, this whole ordeal obviously a shock to his egotistical nature. You, choosing the League over the Hassaikai- choosing Shigaraki over him.
Shigaraki waits until you have your pants on before beginning to walk to the door, wordlessly expecting you to follow…which you do.
“Get used to me taking your ‘things’, Overhaul.” He mocks, opening the door and calling back with you in tow. “Good ‘meeting’.”
𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. sukuna uses you as the perfect example to teach his other concubines exactly how they should pleasure him.
tags \\ warnings. true form!sukuna x concubine!fem reader , smut , heian era , two cōcks , ōral (m receiving) , name calling , exhibitionism/voyeurism(?) , humiliation , user gets called ‘brat, woman, slut’ :: wc. 3.2k
the king of curses is a shameless and straightforward man. a powerful being that has humans shivering when only his name is whispered. he knows no one can stop him, no one dares to say a thing to him.
so when sukuna notices that his concubines have been lacking in the aspects they’re supposed to excel in, he summons you. the little human he’s most intrigued by.
the throne room expands before you as the heavy doors open with a creak. a group of women are kneeling before the grande dais, keeping their eyes lowered to the floor out of fear. the tension in the air is intense as you walk forward. your steps are slow and measured, making your way down to the foot of the stairs that leads up to the throne.
you feel that heavy pressure again. the one that only an intimidating man like sukuna can cause with simply his gaze. you bow down instinctively and your forehead touches the cold floor. not a word leaves your throat as you remember the one rule—
speak before he grants you permission and you’ll be sure to join the collection of skulls and bones.
sukuna leans back in his ornate throne, muscular thighs spread even further. he lets the silence stretch as all four red eyes roam over your bowed form. you always know your place and it satisfies something deep inside him.
“rise,” he speaks up, his deep voice echoing throughout the dark space.
the moment that command cuts through the air, you’re instantly straightening up, but keep your hands gathered in front of you out of respect. you swallow the spit that has gathered in your throat.
sukuna leans his head against the back of one of his hands. “come,” he lazily pats his thigh with another hand. he does not bother to explain a single thing.
your body instinctively moves. your legs take you up the stairs, one by one. the concubines behind you simply watch with bated breaths, trying to figure out what their lord was up to this time.
your robes drag behind you on the dais, your legs only slightly shaky. the closer you get to sukuna, the more oppressive the air around him gets. when you finally reach the last step that directly connects to the throne, you can barely breathe. that dizzying scent, that intimidating aura, that hypnotising gaze—
you short circuit when your eyes dart to the space between his spread legs.
the man’s hard. real fucking hard.
sensing the way you go rigid, sukuna smirks in amusement to himself. he spreads his thighs wider the more you look down at his crotch, allowing you full access to the view. you can make out the outlines of both his cocks and it’s making you more nervous than ever.
right here? right in front of them? are your first thoughts. the puzzled look in your eyes speaks the truth of what goes on in your mind.
“oi,” sukuna snaps you out of your train of thoughts with an impatient growl, “quit starin’ and do somethin’ about it.”
your mouth is dry at the idea. you know what he’s suggesting; that you tend to his needs right in front of those women gathered just a couple steps below. you feel your face heat up from pure embarrassment, stammering out your response.
“yes, my lord,” you breathe out, your legs almost giving out as you slowly lower yourself onto your knees. you simply kneel there for a second, eyes staring up at the king of curses through your long lashes. he’s staring right back at you with those crimson irises—an intense gaze that’s tracking your every move.
sukuna clicks his tongue in irritation when you take your sweet time. a hand reaches out, harsh fingers curling into your hair with a sharp tug. he speaks up, louder this time so his other concubines could hear everything, “put your mouth to use or i will use it for ya, brat.”
the concubines behind you freeze in place. some hide their gasps behind the sleeves of their kimonos, others turn pale from the realisation that they’ve been summoned to watch you do their work.
just when they thought sukuna might choose them to spend the night with . . .
sukuna enjoys the signs of their disappointment. in fact, he thrives on it. this is what they get for being useless. for taking up space in his estate when more than half of them wouldn’t have been alive if it wasn’t for uraume reminding him that owning concubines was a form of power and status by itself.
“watch very closely,” he reminds them, an eerie tone in his voice, “maybe you useless bunch can learn somethin’ from this.”
the king of curses pushes your face between his thighs, stopping right before his clothed cocks. you let out a small whimper as he tightens the grip on your hair—your scalp stinging from the pain. you hurriedly move to push the robes aside, exposing his dicks to the air.
both spring up to attention, fully erect and aching. the pink tips are dripping pre-cum onto the girth. a drop splatters against your cheek as the upper cock twitches a little. one of your hands wrap around the lower one, giving the fat base a firm squeeze.
you start to slowly jerk it off while your tongue pokes out of your mouth, giving small kitten-ish licks to the head of the upper length.
sukuna groans low at the contact of your small hand and the warm muscle of your tongue. you’re not immediately and brainlessly diving into it and that’s exactly how he likes it. he feels a dark thrill of enjoyment when you glance up at him through your eyelashes again to gauge his reactions.
so attentive.
the pink-haired man scoffs. “open up. take the tip in,” he growls as he impatiently tries to push one of the cockheads past your lips.
you give in quite easily and let your jaw go slack. sukuna hisses as you pop the tip into your mouth. the wet warmth engulfs his upper length as you try lower your head more, slowly taking inch after inch. you keep entertaining the other dick with your hand, thumb teasing and circling the weeping slit of his cockhead.
you let out a string of muffled slurping noises. your tongue stimulates the underside of his dick while you suck hard, trying to fit more inches into your mouth. you’re trying your best to please him—to show him and the others what you can do.
at first, you felt more humiliated about this than excited. but seeing the way sukuna was glaring down at you, grunting at the pleasure you’re giving him, is only making you more excited.
in a way you feel powerful. even in this submissive position. it’s because the king of curses chose you for this act. it told you enough; the other women did little to nothing to please him and you were the only one who truly could.
so, let them see how well the favorite can please him.
“ughn—” a garbled noise escapes your lips as you push yourself a little too far, a little too fast. your throat constricts around the last couple inches of sukuna’s fat dick, the outline visible through your skin. despite the fact that you’re choking on it, you bob your head, breathing through your nose as you try not to gag.
sukuna curses under his breath at the feeling. “fuck,” his hand pushes the back of your head down further, trying to get you to gag. he relishes the sounds of struggle as you sputter and drool around his girth.
he slightly smacks your cheek when your gullet tightens up too much, “relax y’r damn throat, woman.”
you try to do as told and breathe in deeply through your nose, trying to not swallow around his dick to give yourself a second. “mmph,” your muffled noise vibrates against his flesh, gaining a low groan from the man towering above you.
sukuna’s eyes glint with a dark and possessive light as he watches you struggle to accommodate his girthy cock, your cheeks bulging obscenely as you fight to take him to the very hilt. your nose can barely even touch the curled hairs at the base, no matter how hard you try.
his dicks are simply too big for your little throat, but you’re still taking more of him orally than anyone ever could.
“look at ya,” sukuna taunts, his voice a low and wicked rasp. “takin’ my dick so deep,” he scoffs lowly as he leans back in his throne, watching you work through his half-lidded gaze, “fuck yeahh—” he lets out a mix of a groan and growl when your free hand plays with his heavy sack.
you squeeze his balls with every bob of your head, doing the most to gain his pleasure.
the man punctuates his growl with a particularly brutal thrust of his hips, slamming his thick meat down your spasming throat and holding it there to force you to swallow around it. you inhale sharply through your nose and choke on his upper dick, squeezing his lower one in response. perhaps a bit too tight.
sukuna lets out an almost animalistic sound. it's like you're doing your best to squeeze the cum out of his thick balls, to make him cover you in his semen in front of everyone. “tch. fuckin’ slut,” he grunts before pulling your head off his dick.
your eyes are dazed and you whine as your throat feels empty. your head lolls a bit to the side as you swallow and wipe the mix of drool and pre-cum from your lips. you’re confused as to why he suddenly stopped you, your hands still fumbling with his other length and the ballsack connected to it.
the king of curses slaps the tip of his upper dick against your bottom lip again, watching you eagerly dart out your tongue to lick up the pre. he turns your body sideways quite easily, letting the other concubines have more proper access to the lewd view.
“let them see what a filthy woman y’ are,” he snarls before a large hand wraps around one of his cocks to slap it against your cheek. you flinch lightly, but your mouth can only follow the flesh almost obsessively so, licking tiny stripes up the veiny and thick girth.
it should be humiliating, the way he’s showing you off to the other concubines, but your brain is only focused on the lust that's coursing through your body. not on how the women behind you watch with wide eyes, some of their thighs rubbing against each other at the erotic sight.
a small group of them has never even had the honor of seeing sukuna’s monster cocks until right this moment—their bodies frozen with pure fear at the size of them (and the fact that there are two).
a wicked grin tugs at the corner of sukuna’s lips. you’re cock drunk and shameless like this and it’s making his balls tighten with the urge to unload right over your face.
“first, teach ‘em my preference when it comes to finishing,” he challenges you, wanting to hear you humiliate yourself.
you swallow your own spit and shiver, thighs pressing against each other to find some relief from the pressure building in your core. “i-inside,” you answer truthfully, voice a bit hoarse.
the king of curses can't help but let out a gruff chuckle, thoroughly darkly amused by your direct answer. his fingers twist in your locks, swirling the strands around his digits. it seems like an intimate touch, but only you can feel the strain in it. he's on the edge of letting his primal urges take over.
“hm. quite clever, brat,” he scoffs before smacking your face lightly with his upper cock again. the hint of amusement in his red eyes vanishes in a second, replaced by that usual intimidating glare, “answer properly this time.”
you whimper as your hair gets tugged again. your scalp is starting to hurt at this point. your other hand is still slowly stroking his lower cock, almost like it's refusing to let go.
“d-during oral intimacy, you like to finish inside the mouth, my lord,” you answer with a shaky voice. you're embarassed by the fact that you had to utter it out loud.
sukuna’s grin only widens wickedly. “keep that in y’r fuckin’ heads,” he addresses the other concubines coldly. some flinch, others are too focused on the monster(s) he’s packing between his thighs.
“go on then,” he scoffs, as if bored, leaning against the back of his throne. he lets go of your hair and nudges his hips up subtly, “make ‘your lord’ cum.”
you nod eagerly before finishing what you started. without a second thought, you wrap your glossy lips around his upper cock again. the slightly bitter taste of his pre-cum slides down your throat. now it only excites you for the real deal.
sukuna lets his hips buck up slightly every now and then, just to see you choke as the bulbous tip of his dick hits the deepest and furthest point in your poor throat.
“nasty fuckin’ girl—takin’ my cock in front of them all,” he spits, giving a particularly hard thrust up against your face, forcing you to choke on it.
your spit splatters everywhere as you desperately move your head up and down, your hand moving in the same motion on his lower length.
“mmmh,” you moan and your eyes roll back from the ecstasy you’re feeling. just sucking him off like this is making your pussy drip beneath your clothes.
sukuna easily smells your arousal. the sweet and tangy scent alone is making him grip the armchair of his throne tighter. the mouth on his stomach slowly opens, the warm breath hitting your face. its big tongue makes a show of licking around—appearing on instinct once his body processed the familiar smell of your cunt.
the thick muscle is leaking drool on the king of curses’ abs. the hot juices leak down to his crotch, mixing with your own spit. its hot and sticky and you immediately recognise the source.
your eyes dart up and widen when you notice that fat tongue darting out slightly, like it had a mind of its own. which it does—you experienced it before.
the way it would devour your pussy for hours, eating you out until you’d pass out from overstimulation. or when it would roll around your clit while sukuna was balls deep inside your cunt.
you didn’t notice that you were moaning and sucking faster because of your imagination. not until you heard a long and loud grunt.
“fuuuuck,” sukuna cusses with a hiss. his lower pair of hands shoot downwards to press your face down. your squeal gets muffled, but you know what that means..
he’s on the verge of an orgasm.
you prepare yourself, watery eyes shutting tight as you relax your throat the best you could. loud and wet gagging noises echo throughout the otherwise silent chambers, emphasising the way sukuna is fucking up into your mouth. his balls smack lewdly against the arm of the hand you were jerking his other dick off with, which only adds to the mixture of sin.
“take it,” sukuna snarls as he fucks up into your mouth and hand. he doesn’t care about anything else but emptying his full balls right into your belly, “if you don’t swallow all of it, i’ll fuck y’r mouth over ‘n over until you don’t waste a single drop—ya hear?”
the threat hangs heavy in the air and the only thing you can do is nod. well, the best you could do in that situation was let out pathetic mewls around his thick meat stuffing your mouth.
the king of curses gives a few more thrusts up into the hot and wet hole of your gullet before he lets go. a string of cuss words and growls escape his lips and his dicks twitch. the one in your mouth instantly spews spurt after spurt of hot cum down your throat, leaving you no space to breathe, only to swallow.
the lower length hardens up a tiny bit more before jets of sticky semen splash over your hand and chest area. his balls tighten up as he empties them right then and there—the copious amount of cum sliding directly down into your stomach and covering the front of your body at the same time.
you gag and sputter, though still try your best to swallow every drop of cum that you got fed.
“s’omuch,” you whimper, voice muffled before you slowly pull your head away. one of his dicks pops out of your mouth, a string of spit and cum forming as a bridge between your lips and his tip.
sukuna’s breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. his heavy, muscular body slumps back against his throne lazily—a ghost of a satisfied grin on his lips. you’re making a show of licking your hand off to get all the cum you can, a sign of the pure dedication to your task.
“get up ‘ere,” he hums lowly before easily hauling you up against his front. “swallowed everythin’ i gave you—that’s how you fuckin’ do it,” sukuna acknowledges in his deep voice, a small jab to the gathered women who’re still stunned from the whole ordeal.
one of his lower pair of hands smack your ass, holding you there like he’s showing you off to his other concubines. rubbing it in their faces that the only one who can satisfy him properly is you. that they can never please him like this.
“that was . . .” you start off in a quiet voice as you slowly come back to your senses. the fog of lust clears from your brain and only then do you realise the many eyes that are watching you.
you turn your face away and hide it by resting your head against sukuna’s chiseled chest, “. . . embarrassing.”
the arrogant man can only scoff at your words. “don’t bother actin’ like you didn’t enjoy being a cock-drunk slut in front of them,” his fangs find the helix of your ear before biting on it harshly. you can feel him grinning against your ear.
“maybe i should let ‘em see what you look like while you’re bouncin’ on my dick—”
“no!” you shake your head, blurting the rude refusal out before he can finish his sentence completely.
sukuna’s body goes rigid and you know you messed up by reacting that way to him. you got a bit too comfortable.
one of his hands comes up to pull at your hair again, tugging your head back so you can look into his eyes. “watch y’r mouth,” he hisses, his red eyes glinting menacingly.
you cower and instantly shut up. you bite your lip before mumbling an apology. “my apologies, my lord,” you say quietly.
sukuna slightly loosens his grip, but he keeps his intense gaze on you. a slow, evil grin tugs at his lips when he sees the way you’re trying to hide yourself. the power he has over you is overwhelmingly addictive.
“oh yeah?” the king of curses tilts his head mockingly, tugging at the kimono you’re wearing like it’s in the way.
the tongue on sukuna’s abdomen makes another unexpected appearance, licking up the remnants of cum dripping from the area around your bosom. you shiver at the feeling of that wet, heavy and big muscle running along your curves—knowing what it’s searching for as it probes lower around your thighs.
glancing back up at sukuna’s face, you can guess what will happen next. he’s not done with you, not by a long shot;
“start undressing. show that useless bunch how you pleasure y’r king with that slutty cunt.”
In case y'all didn't see (which I kinda doubt) I've officially posted the last chapter of Play Nice!!
...part 1.
cause i got too many ideas and decided to make a sequel.
shit.
But still! So very exciting! And the reception and congratulations from all of y'all has been even more amazing! Thank you for all our kind words of congratulations and just all the support over the years. This fic was never supposed to be 38+ chapters (it wasn't even supposed to be 2 lol), I was never supposed to be writing it for 4 years (and beyond), but here we are. Even more amazingly here YOU still are. And I can't wait to show you all what more for this world and characters I have in store.
...in like 6 months.
Yeahhhh, what's next is that I'm taking a Play Nice break lol. Not a break from writing and posting, not by a long shot. Actually, it's the exact opposite! I'm gonna use this time to get some other writing done.
Finish Step by Step, finish the commissions (and hopefully take on some more?? 👀) that my dear purchasers have been waiting ever so patiently for, finish the WIP's I've had in my Google docs literally FIVE-EVER (lookin at you McDonald's Manager!Shigaraki and Age Gap Endeavor fic), ONE-SHOTS ONE-SHOTS ONE-SHOTS!!! Not to mention I'm gonna go and do a heavy duty clean-up and re-org of my blog, tags, masterlist, and potentially actually go back and edit Play Nice itself. (Nothing major, just the boring stuff).
Aaaaaand, hopefully I'll work on some of my own original writing as well.
It's my resolution to FINALLY finish an original book this year, and I'm hoping to get a nice head start on that with this time. Play Nice is about the length of 3 books and I did that in a little under 4 years after all, so why not with something I can actually make money off of? lolol
Thank you all again for your kindness and support. This fic and all of you have, not exaggerating, genuinely changed my life. Made it brighter in some of its darkest moments these last few years. And seriously bolstered my confidence as a writer. I hope you'll all continue to stick with me and send me fun headcanons even though MHA has ended. I promise you that my Shigaraki hyperfixation isn't going anywhere. With like 30+ figures, 270k words of fanfiction, and a tattoo, I'm in way too deep lolol
You hadn’t expected for Satoru to be into something so…interesting.
Maybe it’s because Gojo is strong. To be the strongest sorcerer in the world isn’t easy. It’s tiring. Taxing. Maybe that’s why he was into something more like…this.
Kneeling nude on the floor, Satoru’s arms were tied behind his back with silk ribbons, cock erect and flushed against his stomach. His blindfold remained on, keeping him deprived of his vision, despite the fact his six eyes could sense you regardless.
He was flushed red, tilting his head back and panting softly as he awaited your next move. Around his neck the soft jingle of a metal dog tag clank softly, shining against the warm lights of your room. You could see his cock twitch with excitement, leaking pre with each second you went without touching him.
Atop his head were a pair of faux dog ears, soft and floppy against his head. Not only that, but a fluffy tail was plugged into his hole, stuffing him full. The white fur matched his hair, making it look as though he truly was a mutt.
You stood in front of him, a leash dangling loosely in your hand as you stared down at him. Your lips twitched up into a smile before a disbelieving chuckle escaped you.
“Look at you…panting like a dog waiting for a treat…”
You stepped closer leaning down to hook the leash to his collar, your feet shifting their weight so you could use one to step lightly on his aching cock.
“Is that what you’re waiting for? A treat?”
A sound you had never heard from Satoru escaped his throat, something between a moan and a mewl, something lewd. Something pathetic.
It made your cunt ache, thighs clenching together subtly to try and ease the feeling.
“Ye-yes, god yes- hck !”
Tugging hardly on the leash, you jerked Satoru forward, causing him to choke on his spit. Your foot stepped harder against his cock, a pained groan escaping him.
Satoru’s heart lurched in his chest, blood rushing south and pumping more and more blood down to his cock, the tip turning a strawberry red with each second. Parting his lips to speak, he quickly bit his tongue before meekly whimpering out;
“Who said you could speak? Good dogs don’t talk, they bark.”
in your pinned post you said you usually write afab reader fics
does that mean no amab at all ?
No, I do write amab! I just don’t write it since i myself am Afab, so i feel as though i can’t connect with writing it. But that doesn’t mean I won’t try!
every time you’re ovulating, everything about toji feels amplified. he comes out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel through his damp hair, and you notice it first. the sharp line of his jaw is softened by a dark shadow. "you stopped shaving," you murmur, more an observation than a question. he just grunts, a low sound that rumbles right through you, and you feel a distinct pull low in your belly.
later, when he stretches on the couch, his shirt rides up. your eyes catch on that dark, happy trail leading from his navel down into his sweatpants. it’s not a jungle, just a perfect, masculine line that makes your mouth water. "like what you see?" he asks, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. you just nod, unable to form words, your body humming with a need that feels primal.
in bed, his scent is everywhere. he hasn’t shaved anywhere, and when he moves over you, the musk from his pits hits you like a drug. it’s pure toji, sweat and skin and something uniquely him. you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. "you smell so good," you whisper, and he lets out a low chuckle, his stubble scratching your temple. "ovulating again, huh?" he knows. of course he knows.
your face is buried between his legs, and the musky scent of his cock is overwhelming. the coarse hair at the base tickles your nose, and you don’t mind one bit. it’s animalistic and raw. "fuck, you’re really into this," he groans, his hands tangling in your hair. you can only hum in response, too lost in the sensation and the smell to care about anything else.
kissing your way up his stomach, your lips brush over the light sprinkling of hair on his chest. it’s not thick, just enough to feel like a man. you linger there, listening to his heartbeat quicken. "tickles," he rumbles, his voice rough with sleep or arousal, maybe both. you love that you can affect him like this, that your obsession is a two-way street.
he pins you down, his body a heavy, welcome weight. the rough texture of his stubble scratches your inner thighs as he moves lower, and you gasp. "so sensitive," he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot. you can only writhe, every nerve ending on fire, your ovulation making every touch feel like a live wire. "please, toji," is all you can manage.
afterwards, you’re draped over him, your head on his chest. your fingers idly trace the happy trail you love so much. he’s sticky and sweaty and completely unashamed. "you’re gonna be like this all week, aren’t you?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement. you just smile against his skin. "probably," you admit. "you’re just… really hot like this."
he turns to face you, his dark eyes glinting in the low light. the stubble, the scent, the sheer masculinity of him makes you want to go again already. "my little beast," he teases, pulling you closer. you sink into his embrace, surrounded by his hair, his musk, him. it’s nasty and perfect, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
fun fact, i actually started posting and writing on tumblr bc i wanted to join kinktober, but it had already ended by the time i started posting… and now, a year later…i lowkey don’t wanna 😭😭 BUT I KNOW IM GONNA WISH I DID IM STRUGGLING RN GUUYYSSSS
Maybe it was wrong to do this to you, Kakashi thought, to use you to ease his own aches and pains while you yourself were suffering from things unbeknownst to him. Maybe it was sick, knowing the feelings you had for him, and using it to get what he wanted.
What did he want…?
His dark eye stared down at you, his silver brow furrowed as sweat dripped down his temple. His face was still hidden behind the mask despite his clothing being scattered across the room, only his gloves and mask remained.
You said it was better that way.
Said it was better you couldn’t feel the skin of his hand gripping your head, forcing you further down his cock.
He didn’t mind. His hands were stained anyways. Stained with death and blood and so much more it almost hurt to touch you, since you seemed so much purer than him. He knew you weren’t. No ninja could never be pure.
But when you looked up at him, hands resting on his thighs while you suctioned your lips around his pink tip with such soft eyes, he stuttered. Your eyes were lidded, heavy with arousal and love, an emotion that made him want to both throw up and cry. With a sharp breath and a harsh twitch, he closed his eyes and shoved you down his length, ignoring the startled gag you let out as he held you against his pelvis.
He could feel your nose twitch and rub against his pelvis, buried in the silver patch of hair that fluffed the base of his cock. He could feel each deep inhale you took, and he couldn’t tell if it was to catch your breath from the sudden movement, or to memorize the scent of his body. And when your soft moans vibrated around his cock, and he hoped it was the latter.
He couldn’t help but wonder if you could feel the thump of his heart though the vein running under his shaft. He hoped you couldn’t.
Because as he resumed his ruthless pace, hips slamming into your face and causing your throat to constrict and gag around his cock, he couldn’t stop the way he wished it wasn’t just for release. How he wanted this to be something more.
But he knew better. You knew better. And neither of you would ever bring up the lingering gazes, the soft whispers of each other's names in the night, or the way Kakashi came with a hushed moan, choking the three words you wanted to hear most.
No. Neither of you would ever put yourselves through that pain. Because love kills. Love is what puts everyone you care about in danger, and rips away the only thing keeping you going.
And Kakashi couldn’t risk losing you.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
A/N: Sorry for the random angst hehe. It actually wasn’t supposed to be angst but then i was like… ‘this works’ and kept writing! Once again, i’m working on my inbox so don’t worry !! enjoy this meanwhile!
also sorry if it’s weird, there’s no proofreading and i’m posting this on my phone…oops
Summary: When you confess your sins of lust towards your priest Nanami Kento, who knew he'd be the one to purify you?!
Tags: PiV, Unprotected Sex, Public Sex, Squirting, Sex in a church, voyeurism(?), Humiliation, Creampie, The church is full of idiots for the sake of the fic, reader is horny as hell, Nanami is a corrupted priest kinda??
“Oh priest…”
The words left you in a far more breathy tone than you had hoped, and you quickly tried to cover it up.
“I wish it was so…but even now i-”
Your cunt gushed as you pulled your panties aside, pinching and rolling your sweet nub until you couldn't help but let out a tiny mewl.
“Even now, Father… can’t help but touch myself to the thought of him…”
You could hear his breath hitch, and through the thin veil that created a weak barrior between you two, you could see him shift ever so slightly. And then you saw it.
The way the shadow of his hand moved down down down, until it landed firmly on his lap, squeezing what you prayed was his hardened cock.
Oh, you just couldn’t resist. You threw your head back, rubbing your clit furiously as you babbled.
“Oh Father! Forgive me, please forgive me Father for having such lecherous thoughts of such a holy man~ I can’t help the way my petals cling together with the dew of my heart, the throbbing of my pearl matching the beat of my heart is just so- so-!!”
With a final pinch of your clit, your legs spasm and lock, eyes rolling back as a strangled gasp escaped you. Your pussy clenched and milked nothing as you came, your juices drenching the wood under you and pooling onto the floor with a sickening splat! splat! splat!
You panted, eyes rolled back as your mind slowly adjusted to the fade of your hazy lust. It wasn’t until you heard the deep growl of disappointment at the other side of the confessional booth, that your face paled and your mind snapped back to reality.
“I am very disappointed in you, my child.”
A/N: comment if you’d like to be added to this fics tag list!! I’m working on it i promise... i’m just slow 😔
Gojo arriving home early was supposed to be a surprise for his sweet, loving boyfriend. He had been sent off on a week long mission, but why would the strongest need a week to kill a simple special grade curse?
Regardless, he didn’t say anything as he made his way home. He wanted to surprise you, he wanted to see your face light up when he brought your favorite food and a needless bag full of sweets and snacks. It was a fool proof plan!
So when he bursts through the door with his usual smile and loud greeting, only to find the house eerily empty, he immediately sets off to find you. He knew you were home, he could see the faint outline of your cursed energy even past the blindfold he wore.
But as he stepped closer to your shared bedroom, he froze, his ears straining as he hears soft whimpers and moans echo through the hallway. His brows shoot up on his head, and a sly smirk forms on his pink lips. He knew you were home alone, there were no extra shoes by the door, and no scent of another person.
So, that left him to the only conclusion. His sweet, pretty little boyfriend was masturbating all alone in their shared room. How cute.
Satoru giggled to himself as his hand landed on the door knob, imagining your pretty ass in the air as you desperately finger fucked yourself. His sweet, sweet bottom, so desperate for release~ But as he slowly opened the door, peering inside and expecting to see your needy face, he was only able to freeze in shock.
There you were in all your glory, naked with your skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. Your eyes were covered by a thick virtual reality headset, the same one he bought you for christmas last year. Your nails tightly dug into the silicone flesh of a sex toy, carving crescent dents into the flesh. You grunted with each thrust, your cock sliding in and out of the toy, coating your dick in precum and what he assumed was lube.
Oh. Oh. Now this would be fun.
Silently sliding into the room, he pulled off his blindfold, his blue eyes trailing every inch of your body, from the untamed patch of your thick pubic hair to the miniscule twitches of your thighs.
Satoru could already feel his own cock twitching, eyes growing heavy with desire as he slowly walked forward. With each step, he shed himself of his clothes until he was fully naked, cock twitching with need. Fuck, how was he supposed to control himself?
This couldn’t be the same man who moaned and whimpered his name every other night, the same man who eagerly presented his tight hole to him whenever he was needy.
But as he watched you desperately fuck the hole of a the silicone sextoy, he can’t help but leak down onto the floor, his precum wetting his own cock until it began to weigh down from sheer need.
And when you finally pulled away from the sex toy, leaning back onto your forearms as you caught your breath, Satoru struck.
He quickly pulled away the fake ass, placing it down on the floor as he slyly crawled onto the bed. He positioned himself in an arch, presenting his own hole to you with excitement as he patiently waited for you to continue.
Oh, and when your hand went to his waist, thumbing the flesh of his puckered hole, he had to bite down onto the sheets below to stop a needy mewl from escaping him. And when he felt the head of your cock against his hole, grunting at the sudden tightness before pushing and pushing and pushing inside until you were buried deep and flushed against his ass, Satoru had to choke back a squeal.
Fuck. He had never felt so full before. He never thought switching positions and being the one under you would make him feel so good.
But he hardly had time to think when you went back to the ruthless pace from before. Satoru felt his eyes roll back further into his head when your cock plunged in and out of his hole, setting a ruthless pace that left him feeling sore and stretched to the max. Never mind the fact that it kinda hurt because he forgot to pour some lube on, your cock just felt way too good!
Satoru couldn’t help but arch further into your rutting hips, drool escaping his lips as his mouth parted into a cute ‘o’ shape. Your balls smacked against his own, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through him. Fuck, he could feel the coarse hair of your pubes scratching his ass, wet with his own arousal and your never ending leak of pre-cum.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, felt better than when you finally came. Your voice broke into a guttural moan, pelvis slapping against Satoru’s ass one last time before your cock twitched and pulsed and spilled every drop of your hot release.
It poured deep into him, filling Satoru until he whimpered from the unbridled fullness of his tummy. He could hardly tell he himself came, until your hand wrapped around his overly sensitive cock with a teasing voice.
“Did that feel good, Satoru?”
Oopsie. You found out.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
A/N: i love writting little drafts / sotries like these! Idk it just helps the creative juices goin. ALSO IM SO SORRY I KEEP FORGETTING TO CHECK MY TAG LISTS
Kakashi is used to being away from home for days at a time. It’s only natural, considering his status as a shinobi. Days, weeks, maybe even months away from his home never bothered him, sure, maybe he would miss his bed from time to time, but in reality, he was used to being away. Home never felt like home. Not until you.
When Kakashi first met you, it was when you were out with your nephew, Kiba. He was out with team 7, and his group had just passed the stall where you were scolding Kiba for being a little too loud. But that’s not what caught his eye. No, rather, it was the cute little pug nuzzled in your arm, being carried and pampered like a baby.
Reminded him of Pakkun….kinda…okay not really.
Regardless, he was dragged into conversation when Naruto had noticed the brown haired boy. And everything fell into place from there.
When time passed and he had finally entered into a serious relationship with you, he found himself…anxious to get home. Those long missions he once didn’t bat an eye at now clawed at his heart, every inch of his being begging to come back to you.
He wasn’t…too good with emotions. He’s getting better as he spends more time with you, sure, but he prefers physically showing you his love.
And that’s why you’re halfway off the bed, hips raised up by Kakashi’s sheer strength as he fucks his hips into yours, his cock twitching with each sweet moan that left your lips.
Fuck, he missed you so much, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. One hand remained on your waist, keeping your hips up and off the bed while the other stretched over the expanse of your stomach, squishing the soft flesh before continuing to roam. He groped one of your breasts, leaning down to pepper kisses and kitten licks around your nipples.
Kakashi, in all honesty, still wasn’t used to sex. He still trembled at the intimacy, he still struggled to meet your eyes, and he still struggled with stopping himself from cumming first.
But that didn’t matter. Not with you. You never minded when he intertwined his clammy hands with yours, you never felt any less loved when he timidly looked away from your gaze, and you never felt unsatisfied whenever he finished first.
Because at the end of it all, Kakashi still cared. He still loved you. He still held your face with a tenderness only reserved for you, he still gazed into your eyes like they were the brightest stars in the night sky, and he always made sure to keep you satisfied and happy.
So when he inevitably came from the overwhelmingly snug warmth of your pussy, he happily allowed himself to roll onto his back, allowing you to take what you needed from him. And then it was your turn to love him. To rub your hands over his chest, to lean down and kiss him sweetly, to rock your hips until your thighs shook and burned from exhaustion.
And in the end, when you both snuggled up together, quietly giggling into the empty air, you both knew that this, is what love is.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
A/N: not proofread sorryyy! also...HELLO NEW MASTERLIST!! Naruto is in the game!! also am i missing any tags?
you get so horny that you beg tomura to fuck you. that's it, that's the fic
shigaraki x afab!reader
tags: thigh grinding, vibrator use, squirting, more submissive reader (?), PIV sex, established relationship, PWP
warnings: smut | 18 + | MDNI / Ageless blogs DNI
wc: 2.1k (.....)
a/n: no one look at me no one look at me no one look at me
He had never seen you like this before.
Eyes dark with lust, practically quivering.
The words that left your mouth were foreign, too—your tone especially. "Please fuck me." The words were soft. Submissive. That's what stuck out to him the most.
You didn't like being too vulnerable in the bedroom. He knew this kind of stuff scared you—Soft belly up, bare for only him to see. You preferred to be in charge, and he was happy to follow as a result. Do what you told him to. Listen to your praises.
This time, the tables seemed to have been flipped. Your face was twisted in embarrassment, eyes barely meeting his. He sat perfectly still in his desk chair, not wanting to spoil things and startle you.
"I just—I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been so horny all day. I tried focusing on my work, but I couldn't think straight, and I couldn't focus on anything other than wanting your dick, and-" you babbled, wringing your hands together.
Finally reaching up, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist. You were practically shaking beneath his touch—the same fluttering he felt in his chest. There was something about you saying you wanted him that always made heat rise to his cheeks and his dick half-hard, heart beating wildly in his chest. "C'mere," with his other hand, he pat his thigh.
Eagerly, you clambered into his lap, straddling his thighs, pussy hot through the fabric of your clothes. Fuck. He felt his dick twitch in his sweats.
Hands cupping his face, you leaned in to kiss him with a passion he wasn't prepared for. Teeth gnashing against yours, he leaned back, chair creaking from the change in position.
"Jeez, you need me that bad?" He grinned, fingers tracing your sides, fondling the hem of your shirt. The fabric was soft—nearly as soft as your skin underneath.
If you looked pitiful before, you looked downright pathetic now. Eyes watery, bottom lip warbling. "Please don't tease me."
His face burned, feeling his cock fully stiffen at your expression. "Right, fuck. Sorry."
Softer this time, you pressed your lips to his in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, smooth lips against his rough ones as he let out a low moan. Under your shirt, he traced up your sides, finding his way up to the cups of your bra. He smoothed his thumb over the lace, tracing over the familiar patterns. He recognized this bra. Happily, he unclasped it at your front, freeing your breasts from their confines.
With more room to work from, he cupped your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. Your next breath was shaky as he thumbed over your hard nipples.
"Tomura," you sighed, high-pitched and tight, hips twitching over his dick. He hissed sharply. The embarrassing thought of coming in his pants crossed his mind. You were going to be the death of him.
"Here," he lowered his hands to your waist to maneuver you a bit to the side. "Grind on my thigh instead. I don't need dried cum in my pants."
You must have really been out of it, because you didn't even stop to tease him—just nodded a whispered "okay," before pulling his hands up back to their rightful place on your tits.
With small, tentative movements, you ground your clit on his thigh as tweaked your left breast, then the right, then both. Mouth latching on your nipple, he sucked dark bruises into your skin, hand kneading the fat of your other breast.
Relief filled him. He had definitely done the right thing by moving you—the whimpers and mewls that left your mouth and into his as he kissed you were downright pornographic, going straight to his aching cock.
Shifting slightly, your grinding quickened as you found a position that worked for you. He leaned back, stopping to watch your face pinch, eyes shut tight, as you approached your orgasm. With a final whimper, you slumped forward, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. "Need you in me. Hurts to come with nothing inside," you hiccuped into his skin.
He felt harder than he'd ever felt before. Truthfully, he didn't know how much longer he could hold out. Seeing you this desperate for him was driving him crazy. He dug his hands into the flesh of your ass. "What position?"
The answer came surprisingly fast. "Doggy." You had a newly-familiar bout of embarrassment, remembering to tack on a shaky, stuttering, "please," pressing a kiss into his clavicle.
"Okay, shit - okay." He mumbled quietly, mostly to himself. "You should strip and get on the bed, then."
On shaking legs, you pulled yourself up and off of him, stripping naked, then crawled onto the bed. Ass up, face down and buried in the pillow, you were the mirror image of one of his wet dreams. He had to stop for a second to take it in, memorizing all your slopes and curves.
"Tomura," you whined, elongating the last syllable of his name as you pleaded to him with your eyes. "Come here."
"Right." He scrambled to take off his clothes and get on the bed, hard cock bouncing against the plane of his stomach. It pulsed, a smear of precum dripping down his length as he settled behind you, close enough to touch.
"Fuck," he hissed, running his finger through the lips of your labia. You were absolutely dripping, more wet than he'd ever seen you before. Slowly, he inserted one finger, then the second, hissing at how tight you were. He thought you'd be more loose from your orgasm earlier, combined with how horny you'd been all day.
Stretching you out with his fingers wouldn't be enough. While his dick wasn't the longest by far, it was still on the larger side—especially when it came to its girth. The combination of his thickness and your tightness made lube a necessity, especially upon initial insertion.
Pulling his fingers out, he leaned down to fumble through the bedside table. Shit. There wasn't any lube left. Something to buy on the next drugstore run, then. He racked his brain for ideas, rummaging through the drawer. Suddenly, a lightbulb flickered in his head, eyes landing on two things: the vibrator, and a towel.
The first time Tomura got you to squirt, a strong satisfaction filled him to his core. Tomura liked goals; things with clear marks of achievement. At one point, he tried to get you to squirt every time you had sex. You practically had to beg him to give your sore, abused clit a break.
"Turn around," he spread the towel on the bed.
Obediently, you spun onto your back, spreading your legs subconsciously. That was, until you saw the vibrator in his hands.
"What are you doing?" You tucked your chin to your chest, eyes large as you scanned his face, a smug smile taking over his expression.
"No lube in the inventory," he had that wild look in his eye you loved, placing the bullet vibe on your clit. "I need to make you squirt."
"Just shove it in, I can take it—" your sentence was cut off with a cry as Tomura turned the vibrator onto the medium setting, circling your clit.
The noises you made at this were always one of his favorite parts, quickly followed by the way you gripped him. One leg thrown over his hip as he laid down to kiss you, hands grabbing anywhere they could—his face, his bicep. He especially loved the way you babbled into his mouth between kisses, repeating specific phrases. "Thank you. You're so good to me. You make me feel so good. Please. I love you."
He could tell by the way you gripped him tighter that you were getting close to climax. With the press of a button, he turned the vibe to the highest setting. Your leg, laid over his hip, squeezed him, eyes shut tight. Tomura smiled, watching your face contort, eyes rolling back into your head. With a full body tremor, you gasped and clamped down on nothing, a gush of fluids rushing down your thigh and spraying all over Tomura's hard cock. You clenched over and over again, soaking the towel beneath as he pressed the vibrator into your clit.
With one long press, he shut the vibrator off, giving you time to catch your breath. Silently, you pressed a kiss into his scarred mouth, fingers tangling into his long, white hair as you cupped his face. He smiled, feeling a bit smug. As much as he loved your mumbled praises, the quiet sound of your breath after he made you come felt equally as rewarding.
"Turn around so I can fuck you like you want me to," he mumbled into your ear, relishing in the way your face warmed. Nearly as much as his was, he had to bet. His dick throbbed as he watched you turn over, resuming the same position you were in when you first got on the bed. He could see every inch of your cunt this way, glistening as droplets of your squirt rolled down your thighs. Cock heavy in his hand, he lined yourself up to your entrance.
He moaned, low and strained, as he slid his dick inside you in one go. "Fuck."
His balls kissed your clit, deep enough to make you gasp. Despite your earlier orgasms, you fit perfectly around his cock, squeezing him just enough to make his mind go blank.
Slowly he pulled out, giving you another deep thrust that had you moaning and fisting the sheets. Your pussy squelched as he began to thrust in and out, a ring of your wetness gathering around the base of his cock, making every thrust sound even more obscene. Hands gripping your hips, hard enough to bruise, he pistoned his dick inside you. The head of his cock dragged against your walls, deep inside. The last time you were in this position, you moaned something about feeling him in your stomach. He wondered if you felt the same now as you moaned into the pillow.
Oversensitive from your last orgasm, it didn't take much for you to clench and spasm around him. The way your pussy gripped him—squeezing every curve and vein, had him giving you one final thrust, deep inside. His cock bobbed as he came, hot, sticky ropes of cum filling you to the brim.
He panted above you, attempting to catch his breath. Dick still inside you, he hovered over your bent form to give you a soft peck to the cheek.
You looked calm as you turned to kiss him, then distressed. "Don't pull out. I still need you in me."
"Fuck." He groaned, forehead resting on your shoulder. His dick twitched again inside you. "Don't say that. You're making me want to repeat this level."
"Can we? Go again, that is?" You clenched around him with the thought.
His once-softening dick began to harden again. "You want more?" He blinked owlishly as you brushed the long, sweat-stuck strands of his hair out of his face.
"Please?" You whispered, a soft, pleading look in your eye that made his heart clench. "And can we change positions? I wanna kiss you."
"Okay—" he stuttered. "Okay."
After a few seconds of shuffling, Tomura kneeled over you in missionary. Your thighs wrapped loosely around his waist as he thrust back into your cunt, still dripping from a thick concoction of yours and his cum.
True to his word, Tomura's mouth fit against yours in chaste kisses as he fucked you, forearms caging either side of your head. Your hands were all over him—cradling his face, drawing lines down his back, and eventually finding their place entangled with the hair on the back of his head.
The sound of sex filled the room—Skin slapping skin, the wetness between your thighs, moans pulled from your throats. Tomura's head fell to your shoulder, biting and sucking marks into your skin as he fucked you faster. His dick rubbing against all the right spots made you clench down on him, coming with a start. He quickly followed, cum from his previous load dripping down the curve of your ass.
Tired and worn out, he slumped against you. A warm, satisfied feeling brewed in his chest as you wrapped your arms around him, fingers running through his hair. After enough time for his sweat-soaked skin to cool, he felt you shift against him, pussy clenching around his dick, still buried deep inside you.
"Can we go again? I'll ride you this time."
Raising his head, he gave you a look, his red eyes half lidded from fatigue.
You looked a bit sheepish as you grinned. "Please?"
As large as his ring finger, you stood shakily before him, eyes wide and tears streaming down your little face. Your soft hiccups echoed in the room, and you timidly held onto the nail which held your chin up.
“P-Please don’t hurt me…”
Hah. Hurt? He was sure anything he did to you would kill you instantly with how small you are. Hardly bigger than 5 inches, he was sure a simple slam of his hand would crush you like a measly bug.
Tempting.
A cruel smirk lit his face, and he tilted his head. A low chuckle escaped him as he slowly dragged his nail across your weeping face.
“What a curious thing. Show me your worth, and perhaps I’ll refrain from squeezing you till you pop.”
Was there really anything you could do? When you’ve shrunk down to the size of an eraser, there seemed to be nothing you could do. Nothing to save yourself. Nothing to prove your worth.
Then you found yourself straddling his cock, naked and desperate as you weakly humped the throbbing veins that covered his shaft. Your cunt left a small trail of arousal on the vein running upwards as your hips moved in a somewhat steady rhythm, only being interrupted by the occasional twitch of his cock.
Your hands wrapped around whatever they could of his second shaft, the one leaking pre onto your hair as you kissed and licked whatever you could. It was a pathetic sight, you were sure. You, so small and…weak, wrapped around both of his cocks as you desperately tried to get yourself, and sukuna off.
You could hardly see against the constant stream of pre-cum landing on your head, but you could occasionally make out his faint shape. Sukuna’s muscular frame leaned back, both pairs of hands idle as what you assumed was a cruel smirk formed on his face.
“Hah. Is that all you can do?”
“W-What el-else am I-I supposed to do?”
Your stuttering voice trembled with fear, and oh, if you couldn’t hear the thrumming of his heart, you certainly felt the eager twitch of his cocks. He reached down, swiping away the pre-cum that coated your figure and placed you on the first of his two cocks, poking your belly with a nail.
“Ride like your life depends on it. Because it does.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
A/N: this one came to me at 2 am and i had to write it out...short and sweet because once again writers block has me in a headlock
