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has a tendency of sleeping for over 18 hours at a time on his weekends off and proceeds to grumble every single time when he finds out youâve deep cleaned the house in that time, cooked dinner, meal prepped for the upcoming week and gone shopping without him. You should be relaxing with him! So why on earth are you doing all the work? A deep massage and many kisses is the only way heâll forgive you.
bear!hybrid nanami who always raids the kitchen of any berries, nuts and fish you have. Youâll catch him in the middle of the night, fridge light illuminating his shirtless form, shoving handfuls of raspberries in his mouth at once. His ears twitch shamefully when he sees you watching him, embarrassment filling his entire body after eating all the food for the week again.
âItâs okay, ken. We can just go shopping and buy some more. Itâs no trouble, really,â you reassure as he buries his face in your neck and mumbles strings of heartfelt apologies.
bear!hybrid nanami who hates when you donât live in sync with your own menstrual cycle. Seeing you wake up early during your luteal phase and do intense workouts during your menstruation makes him cringe, and if heâs nearby heâll drag you back to bed with him with the most offended expression you could possibly imagine. He knows how terrible he feels when he doesnât stick to his own hibernation cycles, so he can only imagine how thrown off your body feels when you start demanding too much of it.
bear!hybrid nanami who has the biggest breeding kink ever. During his rut, all he can think of is filling you up with his cum and making you carry his babies. Just the thought of his own cum dripping out of your pulsing hole has him rutting against the mattress early in the morning. Nanami can barely keep his hands off you in the evenings, fingering you over the kitchen counter, eating you out on the couch, fucking you senseless in the bedroom.
bear!hybrid nanami who starts slow and controlled, not wanting to hurt you, but as soon as he bottoms out inside your warm, welcoming pussy, he snaps. His hips slam against your ass, lewd moans and grunts filling the room as he keeps you pinned against the mattress, chest to your back as an attempt to cage you in.
âKen- kenny! Hmm, youâre sososoo big,â you squeak beneath him, face buried in the pillow as his bulbous cock head kisses your cervix with every thrust, just light enough to be noticed but not painful. Nanami only finishes after youâve finished, the feeling of your walls tightening around him and the sound of your sweet, delicate moans immediately sending him over the edge. His hips falter as he tries to thrust just a few more times before collapsing on top of you.
bear!hybrid nanami who keeps his cock nestled inside of you for the next few minutes before starting aftercare, wanting to make sure that every sperm cell has a chance to do its job. Even after he pulls out and cum dribbles from your hole, you still feel extremely bloated and full, one hand resting on your stomach as he tends to you with warm towels, hot drinks, and bucketfuls of affection.
Ryland was getting ready to leave for school. âI'll see you later, babyâ he said, adjusting his tie and leaning down to press a kiss to your lips like he did every day.
The moment his lips touched yours, the thick, slick product transferred to his lips. The warm scent of vanilla filled his senses, making him pull back slightly.
âIs this a new lip balm?â he asked, his eyes dropping from your eyes to your mouth. You hummed in response, âYeah, I bought it recentlyâ
While he was used to kissing you with lip balm on, you had never used a flavoured one before.
âMâkayâ he muttered. He dipped back down to kiss you properly, his grip on your face tightening as he tasted the vanilla. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip. Usually, your morning parting kisses were quick because he had to rush out on his bike to reach school on time. Today, however, he lingered. He kept moving his lips against yours, lost in the feel of your mouth as the vanilla mixed with the lingering taste of coffee on his tongue.
For the rest of the day, he couldn't stop kissing you. He kept finding excuses to steal a quick peck, or better yet, pull you into a proper kiss. You were literally just existing, and the man was all over you, constantly leaning in with a quick, âLemme just...â before pulling you into a smooch. You had to reapply the lip balm dozens of times because half of what you applied ended up on his lips, or directly into his system because he kept licking it off.
A few days later, he kissed you expecting that familiar vanilla flavour he had grown to love. Instead, a sweet, fruity scent hit him just before his lips landed on yours. He made a muffled noise against your mouth before pulling back, his tongue darting out to taste his own lips.
âItâs differentâ he whispered.
âWhat?â you asked.
âThe flavourâ he replied, âItâs not vanillaâ
âItâs peachâ you informed him.
His gaze dropped to your lips, noticing the sheer, light nude tint.
ââS niceâ he murmured. He leaned in to kiss you again, his tongue brushing the corner of your mouth. A tiny amount of the balm transferred to his tongue before it entered your mouth and he deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled back, you raised your hand to his face, your fingers gently wiping away the excess product smeared below his lips.
âIf this keeps up, I'm going to run out of this balm way too soonâ you teased.
âYou have more than one, so it's fineâ he said softly with a small smile.
The next few days went exactly the same way, with Ryland kissing you insistently as if he had absolutely no control over himself.
Then came the day you chose a new flavour - cherry, which left a sheer, slight red tint on your lips. Ryland noticed the difference immediately. The day went on as usual, except Ryland kept cutting you off in the middle of your sentences just to kiss you. Sometimes, his tongue would brush your lips before his actual mouth even touched yours, making you gasp into the kiss.
You were looking at your phone, âHey, Ry, about dinner, I was thinking-â
He suddenly stepped into your space, and captured your lips in a deep, needy kiss, devouring your mouth like he was trying to taste every drop of it. When he finally pulled back just enough to breathe, he murmured against your lips, âSorry for interrupting you, babeâ
You blinked, breathless, a little flush spreading across your cheeks, âItâs fine, but as I was saying-â
He leaned right back down, cutting you off again. His hands found your waist to pull you against him. Yeah, heâs not sorry in the slightest.
Another day brought another flavour - caramel. It amused him because he wasn't eating any toffee, yet he kept getting the sugary taste of it directly from your mouth. This flavour made him nip at your bottom lip a lot as if he were eating actual toffee.
One morning, you were getting ready for the day and reached out to grab whichever tube your fingers landed on first. Ryland, who was tucking his shirt into his jeans, suddenly stopped you.
âBaby, can you...â he trailed off. His eyes were trained on the peach lip balm in your hand, âCan you use the cherry one today?â
You paused, processing his words, before a slow smile spread across your face, âOh, do you like the cherry one, Ry?â you teased.
A light blush spread across his cheeks, and he finally forced himself to look into your eyes, "Uh, n-no, nothing like that. It just...â He stumbled over his words, trying to find an excuse, âIt just tastes the best out of all of themâ he managed to say.
You laughed softly, switching the peach tube for the cherry one, âYou know, you could just use it on yourself, right?â
He stepped closer to you the second you finished applying it, wrapping his arms around you, âWon't taste as good as it does from youâ he murmured, before leaning down to kiss you.
frustration is an understatement, but it's how satoru gojo felt when you had shyly pulled away from a kiss for the umpteenth time.
of course, satoru loved you to the moon and back! you were his beautiful girl, but damn it were you shy. it was almost like a routine between the two of you. you'd get comfortable, then would be too nervous to press your lips against his without him initiating it. and if he was being honest, it hurt.
you acted like his touch burned most of the time. satoru would offer his hand for you to hold when passing large crowds and the most you would do was hold his pinky with yours.
so, being the amazing boyfriend he was, he was going to help you.
"just keep yours eyes on me, sweets." he coo'ed, carefully slipping in his cock inch by inch. "c'mon, we agreed on working on eye contact today." he reminded.
"I know.." you whimpered, slowly opening you eyes back again, staring into his deep blue ones. satoru's eyes flickered down at your entrance, clearly struggling in welcoming in his length. "you're doing so good." he leaned down to kiss your forehead. "just keep your eyes on me."
after a few minutes, he bottomed out. his hands were holding onto your waist, bringing you closer to him. "feels big.." you gasped when he slipped all the way out before pounding back in.
"that's cuz it is big, baby." he relished in the way tears formed at the corners of your eyes, nails scraping at his biceps. "you can take it though."
"sato!" you screamed, fluttering your eyes close. and satoru? he was absolutely eating this up. for the first time, you weren't afraid to be loud with your moans. âhey youâre being louder than usual. good!â he chirped. the bastard had the audacity to smile so sweetly down at you all while he was fucking you like he hated you.
satoru moved your legs to rest on his shoulders, allowing him to hit deeper. thatâs when he saw it, the bulge on your tummy. "look at that.. give me your hand." he reached it, putting it down on your stomach. "you feel me? taking me so well, fuck, you're a good girl."
you saw through your tears how proud he was. bright smile looking down at you as if you just hung the stars.
satoru has never felt more proud of himself, deciding that pda was the next big step. the pinky holding turned into holding hands wether it be at the mall or a friend hang out. but of course, he couldn't help himself when he pulled away to drag your hand onto his growing bulge.
âi donât think this is pda..â your voice was barely a whisper as your hand made its way to wrap itself around the base of his cock which was twitching like crazy, having its own pulse.Â
âpublic display of affection.. jerking me off is in that categoryâ he bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, being careful as to not let any sound out. the last thing he wanted was to get caught by his friends sitting across from the two of you in a restaurant. âyes fuck..â gojo grumbled under his breath feeling your hand pick up the pace.
your eyes were set on the menu in front of you, trying to force yourself to focus on anything other than the pretty sight underneath the table.
âclose.. so close..â gojo gripped the edge of his seat, cock twitching violently before shooting out his orgasm.  he discreetly handed a towel under the table for you, leaning in to kiss your temple. âyouâve gotten so brave, my love.âÂ
a soft smile appeared on your lips. "thank you babe." you returned the kiss, placing it on his flushed cheek.
the intimate moment was ruined by a gagging suguru. âhey who the fuck nutted on my shoe?!â
also lmk if I used cucking right cuz I seriously donât 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 âboyfriendâ Overhaul.
Youâre 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 youâve forgotten already- you and Shigaraki made eye contact while Chisaki threatened you for interrupting- and thenâŠwho 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.
âThisâ being Shigaraki railing the shit out of you.
âHeh-.â He chuckles behind you, not ceasing in his relentless thrusts for a second. âYou really like it hard- ngh.â
The proof is in the way he nails you to the mattress, hips slapping against your ass as he presses deep into you. Itâs also in the way youâre clenching around him, gushing and dripping down your shaking thighs, moaning like you love him.
âAh- He doesnât f-fuck you right, does he?â Shigaraki grits out, reaching down to tangle a half-gloved hand in your hair while the other stays clamped on your waist. âDrippinâ on me like a whore.â
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. Shigarakiâs tip rams into your cervix and that mushy spot inside you, uncoordinated but still so fucking good. Heâs bigger, thicker, harder, deeper than Chisaki ever wasâŠnot to mention the fact it actually feels good instead of completely one-sided.
âLook at him.â Shigaraki growls in your ear, jostling your head in the direction of your boyfriend and making you focus.
You do look. You focus whateverâs 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 couldnât fathom the thought of another man- a rival- stealing his belonging.
But now heâs silent. His head is hanging down, chin to his chest, body limp and useless. Heâs 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 heâll do to you once heâs able to get his hands on you.
âPathetic, isnât he?â 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, heâs the very symbol of victory and power, everything Chisaki strives to be. You swallow lightly, nodding your head weakly in agreement.
âK-keep- ngh- goingâŠp-please-.â 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.
âMm- YeahâŠâ He grunts out, fucking into you even harder and faster than before. âKeep being a good girl- taking this dick just like that- hah-.â
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.
âGonna cum again?â Shigaraki mocks, but he doesnât 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.
âLook.â He demands lowly.
A beat passes.
âLook.â He demands again, harder this time, punctuating it with a sharp thrust into you.
It takes you a moment to process heâs 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 Chisakiâs gaze as youâre brought to the edge of the best orgasm youâve ever had.
âWhose pussy in this, huh?â Shigaraki asks roughly, pumping into you harder and harder. âSay the name.â
Shigarakiâs 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 Shigarakiâs cock. And you give him your answer too, about who you belong to, âMM- Sh-shiga-raki- A-AH!â
Chisakiâs eye twitches, his body going ridged again as you confirm just how thoroughly Shigarakiâs taken you over. His hands curl into fists, itching to use the quirk thatâs now dormant on the man taking you from him. And yet he stays silent, watching with a murderous glare as Shigaraki snickers mockingly.
âThats right- Ngh- All m-mine now.â Shigaraki orders, nearing his own end now. âWant me to cum inside?- hah- Want me to f-fill you up better than he ever did?â
Youâre 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.
âFuck, yes- yes-.â He pants, locking his arm around your waist to hold you still against his jerky pumps. âT-take it- take it- oh, fuck!â
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. Heâs watching the whole thing, the blissful expression heâs never seen on you, the way youâre begging in a way youâve 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 doesnât 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 youâre silently begging him not to goâŠso he stays.
Shigaraki notices the way your breath hitches softly, the way youâre actually surprised heâs 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. Shigarakiâs eyes drift up to Chisaki yet again, accusing and cold, making a point of slowly pulling out of you while he rasps, âYou really are a piece of trash.â
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 heâs 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 youâre 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 eyesâŠyouâre practically begging him not to leave you. Whether itâs out of a genuine desire to be with him instead, or just out of fear of repercussions from Chisaki, Shigaraki doesnât care. Heâs 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, yourâŠpotential- it all goes far beyond being some doormat for OverhaulâŠor for himself.
âJoin the League.â He doesnât give you an option, not that you wouldâve said no anyways. You start to nodâ
âYou canâtâŠâ
Both of you look over in surprise when Chisaki finally speaks up, Shigaraki looking unimpressed while you lookâŠscared.
ââŠSheâs mineâŠâ Chisaki rasps weakly, almost flatly, like he genuinely canât 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.
âNot anymore.â He responds dryly, a sharp grin tugging at his lips. âMaybe not ever, really. Not when the only thing keeping her here is fear instead of respect.â
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 itâs gone, clouded by that cruel selfishness that only allows him to see you as a pawn. ââŠBut-.â
Shigaraki glances at you, eyes glancing over your half-dressed form where you sit on the bed, all dazed and startled. âYou wonât betray me for this loser, will you?â
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 youâd 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 followâŠwhich you do.
âGet used to me taking your âthingsâ, Overhaul.â He mocks, opening the door and calling back with you in tow. âGood âmeetingâ.â
đâ Ë àŁȘ . ËË đđđđđđđđ. 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 cĆcks , Ćral (m receiving) , name calling , exhibitionism/voyeurism(?) , humiliation , user gets called âbrat, woman, slutâ :: 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 theyâre supposed to excel in, he summons you. the little human heâs 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 ruleâ
speak before he grants you permission and youâll 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.
ârise,â he speaks up, his deep voice echoing throughout the dark space.
the moment that command cuts through the air, youâre 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. âcome,â 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 gazeâ
you short circuit when your eyes dart to the space between his spread legs.
the manâs 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 itâs 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.
âoi,â sukuna snaps you out of your train of thoughts with an impatient growl, âquit starinâ and do somethinâ about it.â
your mouth is dry at the idea. you know what heâs 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.
âyes, my lord,â 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. heâs staring right back at you with those crimson irisesâan intense gaze thatâs 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, âput your mouth to use or i will use it for ya, brat.â
the concubines behind you freeze in place. some hide their gasps behind the sleeves of their kimonos, others turn pale from the realisation that theyâve 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 wouldnât have been alive if it wasnât for uraume reminding him that owning concubines was a form of power and status by itself.
âwatch very closely,â he reminds them, an eerie tone in his voice, âmaybe you useless bunch can learn somethinâ from this.â
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 hairâyour 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. youâre not immediately and brainlessly diving into it and thatâs 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. âopen up. take the tip in,â 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. youâre trying your best to please himâto 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 youâre giving him, is only making you more excited.
in a way you feel powerful. even in this submissive position. itâs 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.
âughnââ 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 sukunaâs fat dick, the outline visible through your skin. despite the fact that youâre 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. âfuck,â 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, ârelax yâr damn throat, woman.â
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. âmmph,â your muffled noise vibrates against his flesh, gaining a low groan from the man towering above you.
sukunaâs 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 youâre still taking more of him orally than anyone ever could.
âlook at ya,â sukuna taunts, his voice a low and wicked rasp. âtakinâ my dick so deep,â he scoffs lowly as he leans back in his throne, watching you work through his half-lidded gaze, âfuck yeahhââ 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. âtch. fuckinâ slut,â 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. youâre 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.
âlet them see what a filthy woman yâ are,â 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 heâs 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 sukunaâs monster cocks until right this momentâtheir 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 sukunaâs lips. youâre cock drunk and shameless like this and itâs making his balls tighten with the urge to unload right over your face.
âfirst, teach âem my preference when it comes to finishing,â 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. âi-inside,â 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.
âhm. quite clever, brat,â 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, âanswer properly this time.â
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.
âd-during oral intimacy, you like to finish inside the mouth, my lord,â you answer with a shaky voice. you're embarassed by the fact that you had to utter it out loud.
sukunaâs grin only widens wickedly. âkeep that in yâr fuckinâ heads,â he addresses the other concubines coldly. some flinch, others are too focused on the monster(s) heâs packing between his thighs.
âgo on then,â he scoffs, as if bored, leaning against the back of his throne. he lets go of your hair and nudges his hips up subtly, âmake âyour lordâ cum.â
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.
ânasty fuckinâ girlâtakinâ my cock in front of them all,â 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.
âmmmh,â you moan and your eyes roll back from the ecstasy youâre 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 aroundâappearing on instinct once his body processed the familiar smell of your cunt.
the thick muscle is leaking drool on the king of cursesâ 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 doesâyou experienced it before.
the way it would devour your pussy for hours, eating you out until youâd pass out from overstimulation. or when it would roll around your clit while sukuna was balls deep inside your cunt.
you didnât notice that you were moaning and sucking faster because of your imagination. not until you heard a long and loud grunt.
âfuuuuck,â 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..
heâs 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.
âtake it,â sukuna snarls as he fucks up into your mouth and hand. he doesnât care about anything else but emptying his full balls right into your belly, âif you donât swallow all of it, iâll fuck yâr mouth over ân over until you donât waste a single dropâya hear?â
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 thereâthe 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.
âsâomuch,â 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.
sukunaâs breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. his heavy, muscular body slumps back against his throne lazilyâa ghost of a satisfied grin on his lips. youâre making a show of licking your hand off to get all the cum you can, a sign of the pure dedication to your task.
âget up âere,â he hums lowly before easily hauling you up against his front. âswallowed everythinâ i gave youâthatâs how you fuckinâ do it,â sukuna acknowledges in his deep voice, a small jab to the gathered women whoâre still stunned from the whole ordeal.
one of his lower pair of hands smack your ass, holding you there like heâs 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.
âthat was . . .â 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 sukunaâs chiseled chest, â. . . embarrassing.â
the arrogant man can only scoff at your words. âdonât bother actinâ like you didnât enjoy being a cock-drunk slut in front of them,â his fangs find the helix of your ear before biting on it harshly. you can feel him grinning against your ear.
âmaybe i should let âem see what you look like while youâre bouncinâ on my dickââ
âno!â you shake your head, blurting the rude refusal out before he can finish his sentence completely.
sukunaâs 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. âwatch yâr mouth,â he hisses, his red eyes glinting menacingly.
you cower and instantly shut up. you bite your lip before mumbling an apology. âmy apologies, my lord,â 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 youâre trying to hide yourself. the power he has over you is overwhelmingly addictive.
âoh yeah?â the king of curses tilts his head mockingly, tugging at the kimono youâre wearing like itâs in the way.
the tongue on sukunaâs 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 curvesâknowing what itâs searching for as it probes lower around your thighs.
glancing back up at sukunaâs face, you can guess what will happen next. heâs not done with you, not by a long shot;
âstart undressing. show that useless bunch how you pleasure yâr king with that slutty cunt.â
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?? đ) 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 hadnât expected for Satoru to be into something soâŠinteresting.
Maybe itâs because Gojo is strong. To be the strongest sorcerer in the world isnât easy. Itâs tiring. Taxing. Maybe thatâs why he was into something more likeâŠthis.
Kneeling nude on the floor, Satoruâs 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.
âLook at youâŠpanting like a dog waiting for a treatâŠâ
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.
âIs that what youâre waiting for? A treat?â
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.
âYe-yes, god yes- hck !â
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.
Satoruâs 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;
âWho said you could speak? Good dogs donât talk, they bark.â
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 donât write it since i myself am Afab, so i feel as though i canât connect with writing it. But that doesnât mean I wonât try!
every time youâre 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. itâs 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 hasnât shaved anywhere, and when he moves over you, the musk from his pits hits you like a drug. itâs 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 donât mind one bit. itâs animalistic and raw. "fuck, youâre 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. itâs 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, youâre draped over him, your head on his chest. your fingers idly trace the happy trail you love so much. heâs sticky and sweaty and completely unashamed. "youâre gonna be like this all week, arenât you?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement. you just smile against his skin. "probably," you admit. "youâre 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. itâs nasty and perfect, and you wouldnât have it any other way.
