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can we please normalize being lovely to women and evil to men
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𐙚 — Fix your Attitude C.K
𐙚 plug!choso x fem!reader | divider by @/cursed-carmine | mdni | m.list | art by @/_7undeed on twt
𐙚 “The fuck is your problem?!” “YOU’RE my problem!”After not seeing your plug Choso for a week, you give him attitude that he has no problem fixing for you.
It wasn’t often that you argued with 𐙚 plug!Choso. In fact, you didn’t really argue at all. So when you came over as you usually did, you were quiet while he fixed the blunt up in the pretty pink papers he gets just for you.
“Haven’t seen you in a while, how’s school?” He coughs, eyes flickering up to your face just to see you not even looking at him. Instead you were tracing circles on your thighs. He watched you shrug, which takes him back- the fuck?
“It’s been alright. The usual.”
Even your tone was off. Choso makes a face but he stares back down at the tray. Pink, hello kitty themed. The grinder he used was one he ordered just for you, pink and also hello kitty themed. Hell- he had a whole fucking set just for you when you came to smoke with him. Everytime was fine except now.
“…Alright cool.” He murmurs, “How many you wanna smoke today?”
“None. I want my stuff to go.” Your arms folded over your chest. Choso’s tongue licks alongside the paper before rolling, and he laughs. You look over at him- finally look at him. The whole set up pink, contrasting with his grunge-like attire.“What’s funny?”
“You’re funny.” He sets the tray down, inspecting the pink joint before grabbing his lighter and lighting the end. You watch as he his tips back, arm outstretched on the back of the couch as his body relaxes into the furniture. The end of the blunt entering his pierced lips before he inhales deeply, blowing the smoke out. “…I’m not doing that.” He leans back up, eyes dead locked on yours.
He watches the watch your brow twitches with that cute pout on your lips. “Cho, I’m serious.”
“So am I, princess.”
“I want my shit to go.”
“Now she’s cursing at me.” His eyes widen, smile on his face growing. Usually you bossed Choso around, he liked it, but he could tell something was bothering you and that this wasn’t an act. “Seriously, what’s wrong?” You smack your lips before rolling your eyes and getting up.
“If you’re not gonna do your job then I’ll go see what Sukuna’s sellin-“
I’m sorry? He pauses, the smile fading from his face.
“…Sit down, princess.” It wasn’t often Choso talked to you like that either. He spoiled you too much. He was always soft and gentle with you, hurting you was something he never wanted to do. His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you froze for a second before huffing and turning away from him.
Choso took another drag of the blunt, “Not gonna tell you again.”
“Then don’t.” And you had a smart ass mouth. “Stop acting like you give a fuck.”
“The fuck is your problem?!” Choso shouts. You flinch for a second before giving him the middle finger. He’s never raised his voice at you…well, in a serious manner, only at others who really, really got on his nerves. You’ve seen every side of Choso and how he was with others, not you.
But Choso knew you well, and he knows that you don’t like being yelled at. “You’re my problem!” You grab your bag, shuffling to put on your shoes.
“Princess-“
“Shut up Choso!” You bolt for the door, slamming it shut as you left. Choso stares at it for just a second in disbelief, playing the words back in his mind before he followed you out. You haven’t even left from in front of his door before he’s grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back in (and locking it).
He presses you up against the door, bros furrowed as he stared at you- down at you. “You wanna repeat what you said?” He questions. His breath fanned over your face. His face slightly red, you could hear the panic in his heart beat. He held your hands firmly but not tightly. You could definitely break free from his grasp. If you wanted to that is.
You could also tell that he was worked up by the way he panted. “Repeat what you said to me.” A demand this time.
“…Shut u-“
“Before that.”
“I…I’m gonna go see what Sukuna’s selling.” You swallow back a whimper. You watch as his lips twitch before he lets out a breath. He looks away for a second, in disbelief. Why would you, of all people on campus? Of anyone even remotely close in what Choso sold- fucking Ryomen Sukuna?
“Yeah?” The tone in his voice made your heart thump against your chest. You hadn’t heard it in a while. Choso’s face gets closer to yours, down by your neck. You didn’t even realize how hard you were breathing, his voice deep in your ear, “You gonna go fuck him too?”
“No-“
“That what you did while I was gone? Is that why you’re acting like a damn brat right now?” And you shudder, thighs squeezing together. “I leave for a week and suddenly you wanna have an attitude with me.”
“N-No- s’nothing like that.” His lips graze your neck, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a small sigh of relief at his lips on you. He licked the spot, teeth grazing it before sucking. “Cho-“ You whine.
“Nuh uh, tell me you’re gonna go see Sukuna again.” Choso takes the skin between his teeth, humming as you squirmed. His lips felt gentle on your skin even when he teased you. He kisses the spot once more before letting your hands go, his eyes filled with annoyance, but Choso wasn’t one to dwell on things for too long, and he surely didn’t want to be upset with you.
Instead, he waves you off, turning away from you to sit back down in his spot on the couch. You watch him pick back up the neglected blunt and light it back up. You swallowed thickly, your breath heavy as you just…watched. The spot on your neck throbbed, knowing he left a hickey there that he’d usually get yelled at for.
His tired eyes drag over to you, low as he blew out smoke. “Go on, Y/N.” It’s been so long since Choso’s called you your actual name. The feeling cold in your chest as you bit your lip. You didn’t think he’d get that upset. “I’m not gonna charge you for anything since you didn’t smoke… If that’s all you can leave.”
Everyone knew that Choso and Sukuna were related in some way, but they didn’t like each other for plenty reasons, one being how they were technically in competition with each other.
You hadn’t see Choso in a week. Maybe your reaction was a bit petty over a man that wasn’t your boyfriend. A man who spoiled you with anything you asked for like it was nothing. Someone who smoked and fucked you and took you out afterwards. You talked everyday, but for a week the contact was silent.
Standing by the door, you found yourself picking at your nails. Choso was there when you got them done. He watches you before sighing, leaning back into the cushion. “Cmere.” Voice soft, gentle yet still laced with annoyance. He pats his leg, and you shuffle to take your shoes back off, walking back over to the couch, the rug soft beneath your feet.
“Take the blunt.” His hands rub over the curve of your hip. the moment you straddled him. You hold the joint between your fingers, knowing that Choso was the man you’d only ever buy from- except your services were free.
He watches your gloss covered lips take the pink blunt between them. Your eyes close instantly, the warmth clouding your lungs. Your body relaxes into his grasp like it always did. “That’s it..” He hums, scooting you up closer until he could feel the softness of your breast against his chest. His fingers graze your chin before his lips are on yours, smoke traveling from your mouth to his. You whine softly as he bites down on your lip. The kiss greedy- hungry. You missed him. He missed you. Choso lets out a grunt, his hand finding the back of your neck to pull you in deeper. The metal on his tongue flicking against the roof of your mouth.
Choso swallowed all of your whimpers, your clothed cunt rubbing against the fabric of his pants. He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing until a loud smack ! has you pulling back and flinching with a yelp. “Cho-“
“You still mad at me?”
You bite down on your lip, looking down at his chest. “..Yeah.”
Without a word, Choso scoops you up into his arms, holding your legs around his waist while you held on tight- wrapping your arms should his shoulder. “What are you doing- put me down Choso!” You huff.
The man says nothing, carrying you all the way to his bedroom. You’re immediately hit with the scent of soft vanilla, the room a mixture of him and the random things you had over- a hello kitty plush on his bed (the only plush on his bed), little figurines sitting on his desk that you’d got together on various trips, your strawberry lipgloss (that you thought you’d lost) sitting right there on his nightstand. He lays you down on the bed, body hovering over you.
His fingers trail up your thighs up to the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down without a word, kissing moving down your body. Your panties were soaked, and you felt shy in his arms. “…Say something.” You try to close your legs but Choso shakes his head, prying them open wider. With a soft hum he pins your arms above your head with one of his hands, the other slipping into your panties.
“Need to fix this attitude of yours.” Choso kisses your forehead. His finger circles your wet clit as you whine, gasping softly. You stare up at him, the wrinkle between his brow deepening as he flicked your pearl faster. Taking his lip between his teeth, he adds another finger. “Cho…” You whimper, your breath picking up as your back arched slightly, legs opening wider. More, you wanted more.
“Feel good?” His fingers dip down between your slick folds, dragging the slippery mess up to your clit. “Y-Yes—!” You moan, your hands twitching in his grasp. “Yeah?” He whispers, your legs twitching. Slippery fingers pressed down on your clit.
“So wet for me..” Choso groans, his fingers rubbing faster. Your breath hitches, mouth falling open as another moan passes your lips. Your hips start sputtering, rubbing into the hand for friction. “M-Mhm- fuck— fuck Cho g-gonna cum.” Your high so close you could taste it, eyes closing as your body relaxed in his grasp. His touched that you longed for and it had only been a week. The heat building into your lower stomach as you whimper, awaiting the orgasm that never came.
Your eyes opened immediately. Choso pulls his fingers out of your panties, taking them into his mouth with a small groan. “Cho.“ You frown, eyes staring wide up at him. Watching the fingers in his mouth go right back to those panties.
“Yes princess?” He traces your clit teasingly through the fabric. Down to that waiting hole of yours, leaking so much that you couldn’t help the small noises you were making. “I-I didn’t cum.”
“I know.” He grabs hold of the wet fabric, tugging them to the side until a loud riiiiiip ! of the material shouts throughout the room. “My panties!— The fuck Choso-” Your hands tugging to be freed while you glared up at him.
“Shut up, I’ll buy you some more.” He huffs.
Choso was messing with you right? Trying to scare you from going to see Sukuna. It made perfect sense. Is that why he didn’t let you cum? …It had to be….
It was torturous. The way your legs shook, his palm rubbing against your clit while three fingers thrusted deeply inside of you- so deep they touched that pretty spot inside, curling.
“F-Fuck—!” Your back arched, but Choso kept you down. His brows furrowed in concentration, the wet sound filling his ears alongside your pleasure filled cries. Your pussy squeezed around the fingers, the squelches getting louder, but Choso knew your body well.
You hiccuped, small test slipping down your cheek as your orgasm neared for the fifth time. “You wanna cum?” He asks sweetly, softly above you, as if he was going to let you. Still, you whined, “p—please!” and for a second, Choso considered letting you have your way. You always got your way with Choso.
Your chest felt heavy. You couldn’t think of anything, nothing but the man whose fingers played between your legs. Sweat beaded your forehead. You were close..so close. Sniffling softly, you hiccup, biting down on your lip.
“You look pretty so pretty princess.” Princess. You realize just how much you missed him for that one week. How badly you wanted him to call you by the name he’d whisper into your ear everytime he fucked you like you were really his.
“Cum for me.” He pulls his fingers out, quickly rubbing them against your clit. Your body jerks, “Choso—fuck I-I’m—“ Your toes curl, a broken moan falling from your lips as your orgasm finally hits you “Fuck- fuckfuck-“ You were seeing stars, vision clouding through the overstimulation.
His fingers still caressed you sensitive clit as you felt your pretty pussy gush between your legs, making the creamy mess even messier. “There we go…thats my pretty girl.” Your body clinging to Choso’s voice as he touched you until the very last drop spilled.
You felt the cool metal of his lip piercing and the softness of his lips on your forehead, working down to your nose and finally to your parted lips. “You did so good princess.”
Choso makes quick work of his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. “So perfect for me.” He murmurs, sliding the torn fabric of your panties down your legs. His lips kiss your thighs softly. He wipes the tears from your eyes, carefully slipping your shirt off and tossing it. “I-“ Love you, he wanted to say
He pulls your body gently into his arms as he laid on his side. The cool air of his room hitting your skin just the way you like, with his body cradling yours. He kisses your forehead, your head leaning into his chest, eyes fluttering shut.
When you woke up you were surrounded by Choso’s scent, but not the man himself. You rub your eyes, feeling around the bed. Changed sheets and covers, but your plush the same. “Cho?” You had on one of his shirts. When he didn’t answer you bit your lip, going into the living room.
“Cho?”
The smell of smoke hits your nose. You peek into the kitchen to see him leaned up against the counter, blunt hanging from his mouth with his eyes closed. On the stove was a pot with the isle on low. His eyes peel open, holding his arms open. You hug him tightly, tucking your face into his chest. “I made you something to eat. Want some rice and stew?”
“Mhm…”
“..Im sorry for earlier.” He murmurs, arm wrapping around your body, fingers running through your hair. “…Could you tell me what I did to make you mad?”
You tuck your face farther, the hand in your hair pausing. “You don’t have to-“
“Haven’t talked to you in a week.” You mumble, “I was overthinking is all.”
“Overthinking?” Choso puts out the blunt in his ashtray, pulling your body back to look down at you.
“Yeah.. I know we’re not dating, but I got really used to your company and then it just went radio silent so I figured you wanted to go back to just strictly business or you figured I started catching feelings and was pulling away and-
“Slow down, princess.” He puts the blunt out in the ashtray on the counter. “One, I asked you if I could be your boyfriend before I left. Two, I also told you I’d be in the mountains for Yuji’s birthday week without service…You don’t remember?”
You stood frozen, searching your mind for the memory of two weeks ago. The last time you hung out with Choso before he left you’d tried something new he had got a hold of. “I…fuck I have to stop smoking.”
He laughs, running a hand down his face. “Fuck, you…really had me nervous.”
“Nervous enough to edge me?” You huff, reaching behind him for a bowl, your stomach growling.
“Because why the fuck would you even mention going to Sukuna-“
“Why else?” You stick your tongue out, tapping the hickey on your neck.
SEX POLLEN·˚༉‧₊˚.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!reader x Jack Abbott
Summary: It wasn’t supposed to happen. One wrong turn past the perimeter, one breath of unknown, drifting pollen, and suddenly Joel is pounding on Jack Abbott’s door with you burning up in his arms. Now it’s the middle of the night, the town's asleep, and the only medic who won’t report the two of you is the one staring at you down like he already knows this is going to get real bad.
Warnings: 18+, Smut, THREESOME, slight fluff, Age gap (Joel is 60, Jack is 50 and reader is in her 20s), sweet!joel, gentle!jack, fictional sex pollen, double penetration, inaccurate medical/scientific shit, needy!reader, pinv, unprotected sex, lots of fluid and cum lol, nipple play, finger sucking, medical kink, gloves kink?, pet names, clit rubbing, oral f!receiving, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, medical exam, sub!reader kinda
A/N: guess who watched The Pitt and fell for yet again another old man...also! I finally learned how to do this cool gradient text thingy and now i feel even more aesthetic✨ none of this below makes sense like AT ALL but just ignore it and enjoy the smut pookies <333
"Open the goddamn door, Abbott!"
Joels boots hit the wooden steps of Jack Abbott's clinic hard enough to rattle the whole damn porch. His first knock wasn't even a knock—it was a fist slamming into the wood, a desperate, violent slam that echoed through the otherwise quiet streets of Jackson.
The night air was thick with a cold that etched deep into bones, wind so strong it moved trees and houses. But Joel couldn't feel it. Not when you were burning up in his arms, your body almost a furnace pressed tight against his chest, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps that tore at his heart one by one.
Mean Toji punishes puppy reader!
─ ˚₊⊹ᰔ Toji calls u pup, backshots (yum), squirting
Your nose began to twitch as you picked up the scent of the owner—a whiff of that husky aroma with a hint of sweat had you running up to Toji the minute he got his heavy boots stepped on the rug, tail wagging furiously and practically licking all over him.
“Pouncin’ on me more than usual. Must’ve chewed on some shit.” He grumbled while stepping around those fuckass squeaky toys that he knew he would have to pick up after.
You gasped at the accusation—you? Chew on something that wasn’t the washed out teddy bear with a million bite marks on it? Blasphemy!
“Just missed you Jiji..” you murmured on the couch until you heard him call your name in that tone that made your tail stiffen.
“Pup, bring your ass over here.” Your head hung low and you scanned all possible exits when he held up a stitched pillow that was torn up with feathers spilling all out.
“You chew on this shit? And then you’re gonna jump up in my face like you didn’t do anything?”
All you could do was whine under his gaze, your tail tucking between your legs.
“You whinin’ pup? Chewed this shit up and you got the nerve to fucking whine?" You didn't see Toji angry much. But when you did, it made your body freeze up in fear.
your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to diffuse the situation. "It wasn't me, Toji I swear.."
A dark chuckle left his lips that made your stomach sink. He walked right in front of you on that couch and stared down directly at you. He had that glint in his eyes, the one you knew he got when you riled his ass up.
"Are you really lying to me right now?"
You couldn't answer. Not with your heart racing. You just gulped while your ears folded down. The tears welling up in your eyes seemed to be the last straw for Toji.
“Keep looking at me with that pitiful look and I’ll fuck it off your face.”
Maybe you should've just fessed up and apologized. Maybe then he would let you go with a few spanks instead of fucking your cunt with your face smushed into the pillow.
when you're trying to find a good fanfic to read but your tumblr fyp is genuinly shit
Synopsis: abandoned at the beach by your potentially-cheating husband, you're left up for grabs by two young men who don't seem to care that you're older, a mother, and married. in fact, that only seems to excite them more as they seduce you to abandon your morals.
Warnings: porn with the tiniest plot, reader cheats on her husband, SatoSugu action wink, threesome, public/trying not to get caught sex, milf!reader, hinted to be chubby!reader, age gap (reader is late 30s/early 40s and SatoSugu is in their 20s), reader's husband is mean (he's barely in this but I hope it's not triggering to anyone), double penetration, creampie, thighjob, fingering, unethical behaviour all around, mommy kink heavy, spit roasting, blowjob/deepthroating, face slapping, masochist!gojo, subby!gojo, femdom in parts, pússy inspection, hair pulling, cunnilingus, a little anal play, SatoSugu art by @/wacuoms on X, not proofread Word Count: 8.4k
“Did you really have to wear that?”
You scan your eyes down your own body, more specifically the bikini you’re wearing. A little reluctant to know, you ask, “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
To your right, your husband gives you a disgusted scoff. “You’re dressed like a whore without the body for it. You’re a mother, for Christ’s sake. Must you embarrass yourself and me?”
Ah.
been smiling a little too hard at pics of older men lately
didnt need to realize this shit😭
neighbour!choso discovers your dirty secret :0
choso’s sprawled on his beat-up couch, hood up, one wire earbud in his ear and the other dangling on his shoulder. it’s late—too late—and he’s knee-deep in the usual pirate-site roulette, chasing a cracked copy of that new fighting game everyone’s losing their minds over. he’s not proud of it, okay? he’s just broke.
click. another pop-up. annoying, but whatever, he’s been redirected a million times since he started his quest to find that game. he x’s out. click. another one. this time the whole screen whites out for a second before exploding into pastel pinks and soft lavenders, blinding him for a moment. glittery animated hearts rain down the edges. the header screams in curly bubble letters:
LIVE ANGELS JUST FOR YOU !!!
choso snorts to himself, “what does that even mean?” his thumb hovers over the back button, just about to close the tab when the grid of thumbnails loads. rows and columns of thumbnails promising boobs, butts, and bedroom eyes are shoved into his face. now obviously he’s seen porn before, he’s all grown with a perfectly normal libido, but this isn’t exactly his thing. he prefers his imagination anyway.
Bad bunny
Synopsis: Bad bunnies don’t get rewarded for disobeying the rules
CW: spanking, threesome, manhandling, pussy slaps, dacryphilia, size kink, breeding, overstim, multiple orgasms, cream pies, buttplug, oral (male receiving), leg humping, corruption kink, punishment, brat tamer Geto, reader calls Geto & Gojo “Mr”, bunny hybrid reader
If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI
"Mr. Gojo!" You launched yourself at him, scrambling into his lap. Your cotton tail twitched frantically as you buried your face in his chest, your ears pressed flat. "Mr. Geto is being mean!"
Gojo's arms wrapped around you automatically, his blue eyes blinking in surprise behind his dark sunglasses. "Whoa, whoa, what's going on, baby girl? Why are you shaking?"
"He's trying to hurt me!" You clung to his shirt, making yourself as small as possible. "I didn't do anything!"
Heavy footsteps announced Geto's arrival. You peeked over Gojo's shoulder to see him standing in the doorway, his long dark hair loose around his shoulders, his expression deceptively placid. In his hand, he held something that made your blood run cold.
His pillow. With a very obvious wet spot on it.
"Suguru." Gojo's voice took on a warning tone, his arms tightening around you protectively. "Why are you scaring our bunny?"
"Our bunny," Geto said slowly, "has been very, very naughty."
"I haven't!" You pressed closer to Gojo, your ears twitching. "I've been good, Mr. Gojo, I promise I've been so good—"
"Then explain this." Geto held up the pillow, and even from across the room, you could see the evidence of your crime. "I found this on my bed. Still warm. Still wet."
Gojo looked down at you, one white eyebrow raised. "Baby girl? What's he talking about?"
"Nothing!" Your voice came out too high, too desperate. "I don't know what that is, maybe he spilled something—"
"She was riding my pillow." Geto's voice was flat. "While we were away. I specifically told her not to touch herself while we were gone, and I come home to find her humping my pillow like a bitch in heat."
"That's not—I didn't—"
"The bedroom still smells like her." Geto took a step closer, and you whimpered, pressing your face into Gojo's neck. "And when I asked her about it, she lied to my face. Told me she'd been a good girl all day."
Gojo was quiet for a moment, his hand stroking down your back in a way that should have been soothing but suddenly felt ominous. "Is that true, baby girl? Did you ride Suguru's pillow?"
"No," you whispered. "I didn't, I swear—"
"Look at me."
His voice had changed. Lost that playful edge you loved so much. Slowly, reluctantly, you lifted your head to meet his eyes.
He'd pushed his sunglasses up, and those impossibly blue eyes stared straight into yours. "Did you. Ride. His pillow."
You couldn't lie to him. Not when he looked at you like that. Your lower lip trembled, tears already gathering in your eyes.
"I... I was just so needy, Mr. Gojo." Your voice cracked. "You were gone so long, and I missed you both so much, and I couldn't help it—"
"So you did ride it."
"Yes," you admitted miserably. "But I didn't mean to be bad, I just—"
"And then you lied about it." His grip on you shifted, becoming less protective and more restraining. "You lied to Suguru's face. And then you lied to mine."
"I'm sorry—"
"You know what really upsets me?" Gojo's voice was deceptively light. "It's not that you touched yourself. It's that you used his pillow instead of mine."
"If you were going to be a desperate little slut, you should have been desperate for me." He pouted, actually pouted. "I'm hurt, baby girl. Really hurt."
"Mr. Gojo, I didn't mean—"
"And then you lied." He shook his head sadly. "Bad bunnies who lie get punished."
Your stomach dropped. "No—please—I said I was sorry—"
"You know the rules." Geto had crossed the room while you were distracted, and now he stood directly behind the couch.
"I think," Gojo said thoughtfully, "that Suguru should get to spank you. Since you lied to him "
"No!" Gojo's arms were like iron bands around you. "Please, Mr. Gojo, please don't let him—"
"Shh, baby girl." He maneuvered you easily, flipping you over his lap so your ass was in the air. "You brought this on yourself. Now be a good bunny and take your punishment."
"I don’ wanna! " Tears were already streaming down your face, your ears pressed flat, your tail twitching frantically. "I'll be good, I promise I'll be good—"
"You'll be good after we're done with you." Geto's hand came to rest on your ass, and you flinched. "How many do you think, Satoru? For the riding and the lying?"
"Hmm." Gojo pretended to think about it, one hand pressing down on your lower back to keep you in place. "Twenty for the pillow. Ten for each lie. So forty total."
"Forty?!" You sobbed. "No!—that's too many—"
"You should have thought about that before you were a naughty little liar." Geto's hand squeezed your ass cheek, hard. "Count them. If you lose count, we start over."
The first slap echoed through the living room, and you screamed.
"Ow!—One!" You gasped out, your whole body jerking."Good girl." Another slap, harder. "Keep counting."
"Two—three—mmnh—four—" Each impact sent shockwaves through you, pain blooming across your ass. "Five —mmph—six"
"Look at that." Gojo's voice was almost dreamy as he watched. "Your ass is already turning red , baby girl”
"Seven—eight—it hurts!—nine—"
"It's supposed to hurt." Geto didn't let up, his hand coming down again and again. "This is what happens to bad bunnies. This is what happens when you lie."
"Ten—eleven—twelve—" You were openly sobbing now, tears and snot streaming down your face. "Thirteen—I'm sorry—fourteen—"
"Halfway there." Gojo stroked your ears almost tenderly, a stark contrast to the punishment being inflicted on your ass. "You're doing so well, baby girl. Just twenty more."
"I can't—"
Slap.
"What number was that?" Geto's voice was sharp.
"I—I don't—" Your mind had gone blank from the pain. "S-sixteen?"
"Wrong. That was Fifteen." He rubbed your abused flesh, almost gentle. "What did I say about losing count?"
"No— don’t start not over!—"
"We start over." His hand came down again. "One."
You wailed, your body thrashing against Gojo's hold. "One! One, it was one, please—"
They made you start over three times before you finally managed to count all forty without losing track. By the end, your ass was on fire, your face was soaked with tears, and you were hiccupping with every breath.
"There we go." Geto's hand rubbed soothing circles over your abused skin. "Forty. You did it, baby girl."
"Ok! I'm sorry," you sobbed. "I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again—"
"We know you won't." Gojo helped you sit up, pulling you into his lap properly. You winced as your sore ass made contact with his thighs. "Because now you know what happens when you're bad."
"I don’t know." Geto rounded the couch, sitting down next to Gojo so you were sandwiched between them. "I don't think you've really learned your lesson yet."
Your ears perked up nervously. "What do you mean? I counted all forty—"
"You counted your spanking." He reached out, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. "But you still haven't been punished for being a desperate little slut who couldn't keep her hands off herself."
"Or her pussy off your pillow," Gojo added helpfully. "Don't forget that part."
"Mr.Geto!—" Your voice cracked. "I already said I was sorry—"
"Sorry isn't good enough." Geto's thumb traced your lower lip. "You were so desperate to come that you humped a pillow like a mindless animal. So now you're going to cum until you're begging us to stop."
Gojo's hands slid up your thighs, pushing up the oversized t-shirt you wore—one of his.
Gojo's fingers found your panties, and he laughed. "Suguru. Feel this."
Geto's hand joined his between your thighs, and you squirmed with embarrassment as they both felt how wet you were.
"Soaked." Geto's voice was disgusted. "Getting spanked made you wet? You really are just a desperate little bunny, aren't you?"
"I didn't mean to—"
"You never mean to." He grabbed your panties and ripped them off in one motion, making you yelp. "Spread your legs. Show us the mess you made."
Your face burned as you obeyed, spreading your thighs to reveal your glistening pussy. Both men stared at you, and you wanted to close your legs, wanted to hide, but you knew better than to disobey again.
"Look at this pretty little cunt." Gojo traced one finger through your folds, and you whimpered. "So wet and needy. No wonder you couldn't control yourself."
"Please, Mr. Gojo—"
"Please what?" He circled your clit lazily.
Slap.
You screamed as Geto's hand came down directly on your pussy, the sharp sting making you see stars.
"Bad bunnies don't get to beg for pleasure." He slapped your pussy again, and you sobbed. "Bad bunnies take what they're given and say thank you."
"Thank you—" You gasped. "Thank you, Mr. Geto—"
"Better." He rubbed your abused clit, and the pleasure-pain made you moan. "Now, you're going to sit on Satoru's thigh and hump it like the desperate little slut you are. And you're not going to cum until we say you can."
Gojo patted his thigh invitingly. "Come on, baby girl. Show us how you rode Suguru's pillow."
Your face burned with humiliation, but you repositioned yourself, straddling Gojo's muscular thigh. The fabric of his pants was rough against your sensitive pussy, and you whimpered.
"Move." Geto's hand found your hair, gripping tight. "Hump his leg like the bitch in heat you are."
You started to move, grinding against Gojo's thigh with small, desperate motions. The friction was immediate, pleasure sparking through your oversensitive clit.
"That's it." Gojo watched you with hooded eyes. "Look at you, humping my leg like a needy little slut. Is this what you looked like on Suguru's pillow?"
"Yes—" You gasped, your hips moving faster. "Yes, Mr. Gojo—"
"Pathetic." Geto yanked your hair, forcing your head back. "Can't even go a few hours without something to rub yourself against. We should have known you'd be trouble when we found you."
"I'm sorry—"
"You will be." He reached around, finding your nipples through your shirt and pinching hard. "Now keep moving. Faster."
You obeyed, grinding against Gojo's thigh with increasing desperation. The pleasure was building, coiling tight in your belly, and you could feel yourself getting close.
"Mr. Gojo! I'm going to—"
"No." Geto's hand came down on your ass, making you yelp. "You don't cum until we say. Hold it."
"But I need to! —"
"Listen hunny." Gojo gripped your hips, controlling your movements. You sobbed, fighting against your rising orgasm. Your thighs were shaking, your whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"Please—" You begged. "Please let me cum, I'll be good, I promise—"
"Will you?" Geto's voice was mocking. "Will you be our good little bunny?"
"Yes! Anything—pleasee"
"Then cum." Gojo's thigh flexed beneath you. "Cum on my leg like the desperate slut you are."
You shattered, crying out as your orgasm crashed through you. Your hips jerked erratically, grinding against his thigh as waves of pleasure washed over you.
But they didn't let you come down.
"Again." Geto's fingers found your clit, rubbing in fast circles. "You wanted to cum so badly? Then keep coming."
"Wait! s’too sensitive—"
"That's the point." Gojo held you in place as Geto worked your clit mercilessly. "You wanted to be a desperate little slut? Now you get to feel like one."
Your second orgasm hit before the first had even fully subsided, and you screamed. Your whole body convulsed, your pussy clenching around nothing, your ears pressed flat against your head.
"One more." Geto pushed two fingers inside you, curling them against your g-spot. "Give us one more, baby girl."
"I can't! S’too much—"
"You can." Gojo captured your mouth in a kiss, swallowing your cries. "You will. Be good for us."
The third orgasm was almost painful, ripping through you with an intensity that made you see white. You collapsed against Gojo's chest, sobbing and shaking.
"Good girl." Geto's fingers slowed, gentling. "Such a good girl for us."
"Ok!—" You hiccupped. "No more—I learned my lesson—"
"Did you really bunny?." Gojo laughed softly, stroking your ears. "Y-yes!."
He lifted you easily, repositioning you so you were kneeling on the couch between them. Both men stood, towering over your small form, and you looked up at them with tear-stained eyes.
"Open your mouth." Geto was already unbuckling his pants. "Time to put that lying mouth to better use."
You obeyed, opening wide as he pulled out his cock. He was big—they both were—and your jaw ached just looking at him.
"Take it." He pushed past your lips, not stopping until he hit the back of your throat. "All of it. That's a good bunny."
You gagged around him, tears streaming down your face, but you didn't pull away. Couldn't pull away, not with his hand fisted in your hair.
"Fuck, look at her." Gojo was watching with hungry eyes, palming himself through his pants. "So pretty with a cock in her mouth."
Geto started to move, fucking your face with shallow thrusts that made you gag and drool. "This is what your mouth is for. Not lying like a bad girl. Taking cock like a good little slut."
"Hah—ghk—hah—" You couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but take it. Saliva dripped down your chin, tears down your cheeks, and you'd never felt more debased.
"My turn." Gojo tapped Geto's shoulder. "Cmon bunny."
Geto pulled out, and you gasped for air. But before you could catch your breath, Gojo was there, his cock pressing against your lips.
"Open up f’me." You took him in, hollowing your cheeks and sucking the way you knew he liked. He groaned, his hand gentle on your head compared to Geto's rough grip.
"That's it. Such a good mouth. Our perfect little bunny."
They passed you back and forth between them, using your mouth until your jaw ached and your throat was raw. By the time they finally pulled away, you were a mess—drool and tears coating your face, your lips swollen and red.
"I think she's ready." Geto's voice was rough. "What do you think, Satoru?"
"More than ready." Gojo was already stripping off his shirt. "Get the plug."
Your ears perked up nervously. "Plug? What plug?"
Geto reached into the desk nearby , pulling out a buttplug with him and Gojo initials in pink gems. He grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your hands and knees. "Relax, baby girl. It'll feel good once it's in."
You felt something cold and slick press against your back entrance, and you whimpered. "W-wait, Mr. Geto!"
"Shh." Gojo appeared in front of you, stroking your ears soothingly. "Just breathe. Let him in."
The pressure increased, and then the plug was sliding inside you, stretching you in a way you'd never experienced. You cried out, your body trying to reject the intrusion.
"There we go." Geto patted your ass, making the plug shift inside you. "Look at that. So cute."
"It feels weird—"
"It'll feel better soon." Gojo lifted your chin, making you look at him. "Now, Suguru is going to fuck your pretty little pussy while you suck my cock. And if you're very, very good, we might let you come again." He smiled sweetly. "Your choice, baby girl."
You didn't really have a choice, and you all knew it.
"I'll be good," you whispered. "I promise I'll be good, Mr. Gojo."
"That's our girl." He positioned himself in front of your face while Geto lined up behind you. "Now open wide."
The moment Gojo's cock slid past your lips, Geto thrust into your pussy in one brutal motion. You screamed around Gojo's length, your body overwhelmed by the dual penetration.
"Fuck, she's tight." Geto groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Even tighter with the plug in."
Gojo thrust shallowly into your mouth. "Our pretty little bunny ." They found a rhythm—Geto pulling out as Gojo pushed in, keeping you constantly full, constantly overwhelmed.
The plug shifted with every thrust, adding another layer of sensation that made your head spin. "Look at you." Geto's hand came down on your ass, and you yelped around Gojo's cock.
"Taking two cocks like you were made for it. This is what you needed, wasn't it? Not a pillow. Real cock."
You couldn't respond, couldn't do anything but moan and whimper and take everything they gave you.
"She's close." Gojo could always tell. "Can feel her throat tightening. You gonna cum, baby girl? Gonna cum with both holes stuffed full?"
You nodded desperately, tears streaming down your face.
"Then cum." Geto reached around to find your clit. "Cum for us, you desperate little slut."
Your orgasm crashed through you so hard you nearly blacked out. Your pussy clenched around Geto, your throat around Gojo, your whole body convulsing with pleasure.
"Fuck—" Geto's thrusts became erratic. "I'm gonna—"
"Inside her." Gojo's voice was strained. "Fill her up, Suguru. Breed bunny pussy."
Geto came with a groan, spilling deep inside you. The feeling of his hot release triggered another mini-orgasm, and you sobbed around Gojo's cock.
"My turn." Geto pulled out, and before you could catch your breath, they were switching positions. Gojo's cock, still wet from your mouth, pressed against your entrance.
You gasped. "I can't—s’ too much—"
"You can." He thrust inside, and you screamed. "You will. One more, baby girl. Give us one more."
He fucked you hard and fast, his cock hitting deep. The plug making everything feel tighter. You were crying from the overstimulating sensation, but you didn't want him to stop.
"That's it." Geto appeared in front of you, his softening cock pressing against your lips. "Clean me up while Satoru finishes. Be a good bunny."
You took him in your mouth obediently, tasting yourself and his release on his skin. Behind you, Gojo's thrusts were becoming erratic.
"Gonna fill you up," he groaned. "Gonna pump you so full of cum you'll feel it for days. Our perfect little breeding bunny."
"Fuckk!—" You pulled off Geto's cock just long enough to catch your breath . "Please, Mr. Gojo, please—"
"Cum with me." He reached around to rub your clit. "Now, baby girl. Cum."
You shattered one final time, your orgasm ripping through you as Gojo spilled inside you. You could feel both their releases mixing inside you, dripping down your thighs, and the thought made you cum harder .
"You did so well." Gojo pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Such a good girl for us."
"Our perfect little bunny." Geto's voice was soft, all traces of his earlier cruelty gone. "You took your punishment so well."
"I'm sorry," you mumbled, exhausted. "For riding the pillow. For lying."
"We know, baby girl." Gojo pulled you into his lap, cradling you against his chest. "You're forgiven. Just don't do it again."
"I won't." You nuzzled into his neck, your ears finally relaxing. "I promise."
"Good." Geto reached over to adjust the plug still inside you. "Because next time, the punishment will be much worse."
Gojo stood, carrying you easily. "Bath time. And then maybe we'll let you ride something other than a pillow."
"Really?" You perked up, your tail twitching hopefully.
"If you're good." He winked. "Think you can manage that, baby girl?"
You nodded eagerly. "I'll be so good, sir!”
"That's what we like to hear."
Overboard — Drag Me Down
pairing .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — shark-hybrid!Gojo x fem!reader
cw .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — NSFW, 18+ MDNI—non canon universe, explicit sexual content, explicit language, angst and fluff and smut, near death experience (drowning), slight dub-con, bloodplay and drinking (Gojo’s a biter), manhandling, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected piv sex, rough sex, double stuffed (Gojo with 2 dicks), size difference, breeding kink, belly bulge, Gojo is a virgin and clueless, plot got thrown off the boat too so here’s p0rn, protective yandere Gojo, Gojo has a shark tail and really sharp teeth and he’s kind of feral in the literal sense!! (also very sweet and kinda innocent and horrendously down bad) don't worry, he's not going to eat you!! (he kinda wants to tho) reader is a freak and into it
summary .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — getting thrown overboard into the pacific ocean turns into the discovery of a new species? you know nothing about your savior, but he sure knows about you, and seems a little too interested. he looks human enough, if you don't count the tail. or the teeth.
a/n .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — sharkjo was a (fever) dream that I had to get out so happy kinktober to the monster-fuckers. art in the banner by @/PrommieA on X, divider creds to @/bbyg4rlhelps and @/cafekitsune w/c .𖥔 ݁ ˖ — 10.2k
It was great money. The pay made the risk worth it.
That’s what you told yourself to justify taking a job on a ship hauling up crab the size of your co-workers—most of them being full grown men.
Sure, it was dangerous and people died or got seriously injured on the boats, but that wouldn’t happen to you. You’re careful, cautious, you wouldn’t be doing stupid shit like hanging off the edge to monitor the traps while someone else worked the controls.
No, you’d be on deck somewhere in the center where the waves sprayed but didn’t fully soak. You’d be clear of the traps when they opened and out of the way of those enormous leg spans on the spiky nightmare fuel alaskan king crabs dumped into the holding tanks.
You’d be fine. You’d make it back home with your bank account fattened up enough that you wouldn’t need to even think about working for at least another full year. You’d invest most of it, use some to travel—somewhere tropical and warm where the water didn’t sting your face with how freezing it was. You’d help out your family, maybe spoil your mom and your siblings a little.
What a joke.
Of course, a fucking wave the size of a condo building decided to come in and flash a colossal middle finger at you, and throw you the fuck overboard.
movie theatre fingering with toji <3
you and toji are in a movie theatre, his arm wrappped around your waist, thumb stroking your hipbone every so often as the movie plays, sat at the back. the theatre is fairly empty, just a couple people sprawled about, some action movie you had wanted to watch so toji had agreed. the movie is fine—classic action, and you're almost so distracted that you don't realise his fingers are starting to trace over your stomach, thumb brsuhing over your belly button, slipping down to stroke your soft lower stomach.
you let him, too used to the way toji’s always been touchy, seking out skin to skin, hands gravitating to your ass for a squeeze and hold. but then his fingers slip down the band of your skirt. your breath hitches when his fingers slip down lower between your thighs, your spine stiffening.
“t-toji? what’re you—?” you breathe out, eyes flicking to him, startled.
"keep watchin' the film, baby," toji murmurs into your ear, like his hand isnt down your skirt.
your breath hitches, eyes flicking over the other couples in the theatre, too far away to see through the shadowy darkness how your cheeks are pink or how his hand is sliding between your thighs, prying them apart.
"eyes on the screen, sweetheart," toji mutters, voice low but firm and your eyes flit up to the screen, wetting your lips nervously as he slowly rubs the pad of his two fingers over your clothed cunt, just feeling how warm you are. you force your body to relax, too used to toji’s reckless ideas, the way his hands like to wander.
your lashes flutter softly as he just gently rubs over your clothed cunt, tracing over the shape of your lips, stroking gently until he can feel you get wet for him. toji hums soft under his breath, pleased, his eyes on the screen as he strokes over your pussy until the fabric of your panties is slick, soaked by your core. the slick fabric clings to your lips, and toji traces the outline with his nail, rubbing a little where your clit is hiding, making your thighs twitch and breath hitch softly.
"pretty little thing, get wet so easily," he breathes, and your cheeks flush at the praise, biting your bottom lip as he rubs over the soaked fabric, slow little circles, up and down as it clings to you obscenely under your skirt. there’s a fight scene on the scrnee and you try pay attention to the dialogue, to the visual effects and characters but them toji’s slipping your panties to the side, baring your soft, warm cunt to the cool air of the theatre, making your breath hitch.
"lemme feel," toji mutters, and you do, shifting your thighs wider apart as his fingers drag over the shape of your cunt, feeling the soaked warmth, dragging the slick over your folds, smearing it over your clit. you bite down on your bottom lip, pussy clenching and throbbing the longer he plays with you like this, hand under your skirt, eyes on the screen like his fingers aren't toying with your cunt.
"toji," you whimper weakly but he just hums softly, the soft slick noises of his fingers slowly rubbing over your clit hidden by the soundtrack blaring through the speakers.
"you just keep watchin' doll and i’ll keep playin' with this pussy, yeah?" he mutters, voice gravelly and goign straght between your thighs in a pulse of heat, slick spilling down your cunt messily as you bite your lip and nod shakily.
your breaths feel loud, fingers curled on the arm rest as his fingers roll over your clit, right little circles, your slick coating his fingers and your cunt, making the slide slippery. your lashes flutter, teeth dug into your bottom lip to bite back any whimpers as his fingers slide down, one slowly slipping inside with a soft noise you pray is hidden by the movie.
your fingers grip the arm rest as toji’s finger slides in and out, slow and easy, another thick finger joining the first, your pussy stretching open around his digits, making you bite down on a whimper.
"pretty girl," he breathes softly into your ear. "doin' so good. lettin' me play with you." his fingers scissor you open slow, curling inside and sliding deeper until they reach the knuckle, dragging over that spot that makes your thighs squeeze and spine jolt.
"toji—“ you whimper out in warning but he just hushes you, thumb rolling over your clit as he slides his fingers in and out of your slick heat, the messy soft squelch only audible to your ears, making them burn.
the movie plays on, and the lights wash over you both in the shadowy theatre, toji’s thumb pressing harder against your clit in time with how he's thrusting his fingers in and out steadily to make your hand press over your mouth, stifling any noises, eyes fluttering shut, chest rising and falling.
your hand reaches for him other blidnly and he lets you hold onto his bicep as his fingers curl inside you—a third finger joining, stretching you open, thumb rolling over your clit, making you jolt.
the heat is unberable, tangling in your gut, coiling tighter the longer toji plays with your pussy, and when his thumb passes over your clit again, fingers pressed up against your g spot, you cant help it, fingers squeezzing his bicep in warning, mouth clamped shut and eyes squeezing closed as you cum around his fingers. he hums low in his throat as he feels the soft pulse of your cunt, rubbing over your clit as you drench his fingers, feeling your walls clench and squeeze around the digits as you pant against your hand.
"there we go," toji mutters, low, pleased, fingers slipping in and out, smearing your cum all over your pussy lips, rubbing it over your clit. he shifts your skirt up, and his eyes flick down, able to see the way your pussy is messy in the dim shadows—the occasional flash of light illuminating the way your cunt is a wreck, pussy stretched his fingers, clenching around them, cum dribbling down your cunt, down his fingers.
"there’s that messy little pussy," he breathes low and pleased, dragging his fingers out and making you stifle a whimper. his two fingers go on either side of your slick swollen cunt, squeezing your folds together gently and humming low when he sees the cum drooling out your pussy messily.
"did so good for me," toji mutters as he readjusts your panties and skirt, bringing his slick fingers to his mouth and licking them clean, humming at the taste and you watch, flushed, panting, pussy clenching around nothing, feeling a little more cum dribbling out at the sight of him sucking his fingers clean of you. you swallow, wetting your lips as you pant softly.
"now though," he purrs, eyes on yours, heavy lidded and dark. "i got a taste for your pussy. and i don't think i can wait till we get home."
you swallow dryly at that, throat bobbing and toji’s mouth tugs up in a lazy hungry smirk.
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pretty please
Sukuna and Choso are your roomies and they do not understand the word privacy! constantly just walking in while you're taking a shower, taking over your bed - If they're gonna be that way, you could at least get backshots, but no! They'd rather play Mario Kart and manspread with you on the couch. Sukuna keeps throwing you off rainbow road, (rude!) which leads to your own revenge - cucking him.
pairings - choso x reader x sukuna
warnings- fingering, lots of titty worship, nipple sucking, edging, making Choso whimper, cucking tf outta Kuna in a pink chair lol, petty reader (I luv her) yandere tendencies (both boys) p in v sex, creampie, cum swallowing, ragebaiting kuna -4k
this was a commission for my baby @martianzmars ahhh this is like our fourth one!? I luv u sm!!!
art is from @/679sora on IG
Sukuna and Choso are by far the most annoying roommates a girl could have – constantly in your space, always eating all your favorite snacks, not allowing you any privacy. Shower? They’re standing in the damn bathroom talking to you, thinking you can masturbate in peace? No, they wanna come hang out in your room all the time!
Not just in the apartment either – no, they don’t even let you go anywhere without them, the couple times they have they’ve come to the parties and made sure they were on either side of you, fending off any of the men. Aside from work and classes they’re not in, the two men tag along anywhere – up to and including getting manicures.
It was pretty cute to see them get their nails painted black, and how ticklish they get when they’re getting pedicures – but to have no alone time? To have no girls nights out, no they go to those too, heaven help if a guy maybe tries to talk to you, the two of them make sure anyone who is brave enough to approach is sent off running.
You love having them around, even when the two giant men just take over your entire bed, big ass arms all heavy and weighing you down when you wake up. Maybe you wouldn’t mind that if either of them used their cocks that were pressing on either side of you, but no they just snuggle you closer, leaving you soaking wet and aching, unable to use any of your toys in peace.
Menaces, they’re menaces.
Choso is an adorable menace, a sweetheart – but menace nonetheless. Sukuna was more outspoken with how insane he was, he lived to fuck with you, once he thought it would be funny to hide your dildo collection you’re so proud of. You didn’t talk to him for a week after that, until he groveled and bought you a brand new one for your addition.
Little did you know – Sukuna had it moulded to fit his cock exactly, the thought that you were getting stretched out by his shape made it even sweeter when he heard your soft little whines. When he’d jerk it in his room, groaning and tilting his head against that wall like a pervert.
Sometimes he’d use your panties to cum, he loved when you couldn’t find them and got all upset – he even took your scrunchies because they smell like your shampoo. Okay maybe Sukuna’s a bit obsessed with you, but is Choso much better?
No, he’s not, Choso is just a little sneakier, thinking of fucking you and jerking it when he’s in the shower and you’re talking to him, trying to muffle his moans as he pictures you right on your knees.
Not that you’re aware of any of it.
(18+) hiromi higuruma has a thing for seeing you cry
he tries to pretend he doesn't. he knows it’s fucked up.
after a day of lost cases, spilled coffee, and interns who couldn’t follow basic instructions to save their life, he craves control more than he could ever admit.
when he walks into the apartment, you were already waiting – draped in his t-shirt, giggly, needy, and looking up at him from where you were sprawled on the couch.
he tells himself he’ll be gentle.
but when his thumbs dig into your lower tummy, right where he's buried inside you – you can’t help but shed a tear. his name comes out in some desperate wail as you cream for him.
and there it is.
a small, wrecked sound.
for a minute, he panics. slows down to an unbearable motion. until that sound turns into a full whimper.
“no– don’t stop!” you beg, still teary. your nails dig into his forearms.
“i’m okay, i promise.”
the grip on your waist tightens, jaw flexing. “d-don’t lie to me,” he murmurs, clearing his throat. “i need you to tell me.”
“please...” you nod profusely, lip caught in your teeth.
“i want this.”
his eyes search yours, mindlessly pressing against your womb. your lower body jolts as you attempt to avoid the warm, tingly feeling building in your core.
“romi..” you whimper, back arching against the cool tile of the kitchen counter.
his gaze flicks to your swollen clit, eyes glazed over as he takes in just how puffy your cunt looks with the lace of your panties pushed to the sides. and he can’t help but thrust deeper into you.
“a-ah! wait– wait, feels s’good,” you babble, tears welling in your eyes. his lips twitch slightly, a breathy chuckle leaving him as you sob.
“too much, princess?” he finishes calmly. you nod frantically as your walls flutter around him. his thumb swipes under your eye, catching the tear before it falls against your cheek.
she said it feels good.
another tear slips down.
i shouldn’t like this.
this is inappropriate.
your voice cracks around his name again.
control yourself.
he breathes slowly.
and then you make the mistake of bringing his thumb to your lips, and sucking softly.
his breath catches in his throat, lips parting slightly. your lips close around his thumb – warm and deliberate – as you swirl your tongue around the tip.
don’t.
your tongue brushes again, the vibration of a whine taunting him.
don’t react.
and with a pop, he pulls his hand back from your mouth.
not roughly.
just enough.
his thumb drags along your bottom lip before he presses it there, smearing the wetness back against you. “you’re testing me,” he murmurs, hand roaming lower before pressing his palm to your throat.
“don’t...” he rasps, slamming into you. filthy wet sounds fill the room as his thrusts deepen. your vision blurs when he readjusts, bullying your cervix with the tip. you can’t help but clamp down around him – so hard he groans.
“fuck, romi… inside p-please..” you gasp, grinding against his hips.
and for a moment, he freezes – trying to comprehend your demand. his breath stalls, debating whether or not you were serious.
he could stop.
he gets one look of your face – glistening from spit and drool – and doesn’t.
“fuck–,” he hisses, eyes glued to the way he twitches inside you. warmth spreads inside you, cream coating the base of his cock as he pulls out slowly. your hole puckers at the unbearable emptiness.
your vision takes a second to clear.
he doesn’t move immediately.
his chest rises slowly. once. twice.
the dazed look in your eyes makes his chest tighten.
“hey.”
your eyes focus again, darting between the wetness gathered under you and him.
“look at me,”
he exhales slowly.
“i haven’t decided we’re finished.”
🏷️: @chososbbygrl : @katemira : @chaoticcrashofkk : @ist4rr : @gyusheadphones
18+ fratkuna eats out shy!chubby reader during a frat party ❤︎
when you'd come to this frat party with your friends, the last thing you'd expected was to have fratkuna blatantly flirting with you in the dining room — throwing you compliments every which way; lightly grazing his fingers over your body whenever he could; standing so close to you that you could smell his balmy cologne and the alcohol from his breath.
initially you'd thought he was playing some sort of sick joke on you. maybe his frat bros had dared him to do this. to flirt with the poor, podgy girl and get her to think she actually had a chance with a hot guy like sukuna.
"huh? you think i'm fucking with you?," he grunts, raising his eyebrow in disbelief at your vacillation. "you're a catch, doll. you're sexy as fuck."
"you really think that?," you mutter, fluttering your sweet eyes up at him and stepping even closer to him so that now your chest faintly brushes up against his side.
"why would i be here with you if i wasn't interested?"
★
so now you find yourself messily making out with sukuna, his incredibly large body engulfing yours with his strong arms wrapped around your full figure. it sort of makes you giddy at how easy it seems for him to pick you up and throw you on to his bed, clambering on top of you with his lips still latched onto yours.
he begins to trail a line of open-mouthed kisses over the expanse of your body, giving soft squeezes to your plump flesh every now and then. you can hear him groan ever so quietly under his breath as his hands roam over your body, feeling your velvety skin against his rough, calloused hands.
his hand creeps under your skirt, bunching it up around your waist. he presses his fingers to your already dampened panties, a low groan rumbling from his chest. "shit, so wet f'me," he whispers by your ear which makes your cheeks burn and your hands coming up to hide your flustered face.
sukuna hooks his fingers onto the hem of your panties and when you lift your hips up, he quickly removes them, discarding them somewhere across his room. his huge hands spread your thighs apart, staring hungrily at your sweet pussy, running his fingers up and down over your slit and coating it with your juices.
"c'mere," he mutters, slinging your plush thighs over his shoulders, pulling you to the edge of the bed with impeccable ease. you let out a little squeak, not expecting him to be able to move you around like a mere ragdoll — the whole thing just makes your pussy gush.
without giving you any sort of warning, he dives right in, slowly and sensually gliding his fat tongue over your sweet core. your hands tangle themselves in his pink hair, tugging on them as he begins to suckle on your clit, making the most loud and lewd noises as if he's got some point to prove.
he's being so sloppy and dirty with it — spit slobbering down the sides of his mouth as he sucks you, pumping his fingers into you and hitting you right in that delicious sweet spot of yours, and groaning every time your voice gets so adorably high and pitchy. fuck, there's practically hearts in his eyes as he watches you unravel before him.
the way you whimper and moan so cutely, squirming under his touch, and squishing his face in between your plump thighs — he'd never admit it but he feels he could cum at any moment.
"fuck kuna," you mewl, grinding your hips on his now flattened tongue. "i think — aahh~ — think 'm cumming."
"make a mess f'me, pretty girl," he grunts, swirling the tip of his tongue right on your puffy clit and curling his fingers just right, making you scream his name.
you're gushing everywhere in the next few seconds, covering him in your candied juices and he laps up every last drop, not letting you go until he feels satiated. with a loud 'pop', he unlatches his mouth from your core, a smug smirk spread across his lips, glossy with your slick.
sukuna peppers a line of kisses up your thighs all the way to your stomach and then coming up to your lips, giving you a tender kiss where you taste yourself on his own lips. "so," he says in that sexy, sensuous voice. "when can i see you again?"
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