summary: overstimulating the king of curses, or also known as… your boyfriend.
note: my eyes hurt so bad but i needed to get this off my mind. this probably is the worst thing i’ve written so beware.
word count: 0.4k+
after the first few times, your boyfriend ryomen sukuna still had some fight left in him… but after the nth time…
he had no control over his body, flinching and shivering at every touch. his back was against your chest, his head thrown back on your shoulder.
no more snarky comments - reduced to a shaky mess.
it’s the way your hand was wrapped around him, touching him in such a specific way. you knew what made him tick and if he cut the wrong wire, he’d explode. he wasn’t sure if he should like you for that.
“head up, sweetheart.” you remind, your lips ghosting the shell of his ear.
“i-i… can’t—!” sukuna sobs, his already shaking thighs jumping as you run your free hand down his inner thigh so gently, it hurts.
“some king of curses you are,” you tease into his ear and he lets out a choked whimper, “can’t even handle a little overstimulation.”
he didn’t even have it in him to say something snarky back to you.
but to your surprise, sukuna pushes his head up. his hazy eyes watched as you teased him with lazy yet delicious strokes. he wanted to pass out right then and there. but you would never let him off that easy, huh?
“toooooo m-m-much—fuck!” he cried when you ran your thumb over the head of his dick and he’s digging his fingers into your legs.
you’re surprised he can even make out a single word except your name.
“oh—pleaseeee—!” sukuna is not even sure what he’s asking for. if he asked, you wouldn’t listen anyway.
it’s not long before his back is arching into your touch and he’s asking you for more. please.
“d-don’t stop, unghhh!”
the sounds coming out of him were almost… girlish. how cute.
your hand that was working his cock sped up and your grip tightened and that made his hand reach out and grab your wrist. loosely. i mean, he wasn’t asking for a death wish.
sukuna trembled against your grasp, his body wracking with sensation as the waves of ecstasy crashed over him. he let out a gasp when he felt your teeth graze his ear which made you chuckle.
for a such a grumpy man, he was pretty when he came. so carefree. your thumb pulled at his bottom lip, as you heard him let out a sharp “hic—!”
you let him sit there until he’s able to breathe normally without a sharp inhale.
“another round then?” you chime teasingly.
sukuna rolled his eyes,
“oh f-fuck off.”
a/n: i wanted to write this but i had no idea how to write it. anyway, hope you liked it :)
summary: you've had sex with sukuna once and now he needs you like air to breathe.
note: well hey guys... it's been a full year again. but hey its not two years like last time. i also tried to try and write a little nsfw this time. i'm also having a strange fixation for sukuna rn and putting that asshole in his place, so i hope you enjoy haha. please mind any spelling and or grammar errors!
word count: 0.5k+
ryomen sukuna could’ve been described as a classic fuckboy, but he isn’t. he’s obsessed with you and he’s only had sex with you once. but thats all it took for him to get hooked onto you.
sure, sukuna plays around in many others’ beds, he always has. but now, after you, he imagined that he’d been having sex with you ever since.
embarrassingly, he’s moaned your name into ears that aren’t yours. he chases that feeling of how you felt against him, how you touched him.
sukuna can’t find you in anyone else. but he’s stubborn and confident that you were just a plain fuck for him. he’s at a constant battle with himself, but he ends up on your front doorstep in the end.
he’s not sure how he ended up on his knees, touching himself whilst you watched, but he loved every second of time he could squeeze out of you.
it felt good to have your attention after all this time. he could moan your name without feeling embarrassed because you were really here and he wasn’t imagining it.
“whats your body count now, hm? are you in the 300’s yet, whore?”
sukuna could only whine and murmur a small “fuck off” with his brain being overloaded at his hands wrapped around his dick.
he hears your quick footsteps approaching him and his eyes snap open but he has no time to react to you tangling your fingers in his hair and jerking his head up to stare up at you. tears well up in his eyes as the pain fuzzily turns to a pleasure.
“what’s that? surely you haven’t forgotten your place, have you? you were the one who pathetically showed up at my doorstep begging for just the tiniest bit of my attention and i was generous to grant you that because as you know the whole town has been inside of you. and who would want a whore like that?”
sukuna’s hands paw at your thighs as he sobs, pressing his head into your stomach, muttering a small “‘m sorry.”
you release his hair, dropping your arms to your sides with a sigh. you don’t say anything and that scares him deeply.
sukuna’s sobs increase, his breathing erratic as he fails to get out many “i’m sorry’s.”
you still say nothing.
“fifty-two.” he finally mutters with a hic.
you crouch down to his level, gently taking his chin between your fingers. you release a small breath, “what a good boy. now was that really so hard? i’m surprised that you’re still that low as you have a well-known history.”
sukuna looks down, avoiding looking at you.
“look at me.” his eyes snap up to look at you, afraid of what you’ll do if he doesn’t. are you going to kick him out? are you going to tell him to never speak to you again? so many possibilities.
but when you lean in and whisper in his ear, “i didn’t tell you that you could stop touching yourself.” a shiver runs through his body and his neck subconsciously leans, giving you room to mark him.
you watch with chuckle, “you really are such a whorish man.”
who are you to ignore such a tempting invitation?
a/n: i’m going to try and write some more smut for you guys, but i'm very very out of practice. anyway, i hope you enjoyed reading this.
summary: you snuck underneath nanami's desk and blew him during one of his meetings.
note: quick break from sukuna i suppose. i NEED nanami... sigh.
word count: 0.4K+
nanami kento wasn't a gentle man, he was a follower of the rules, always strictly professional, and he had originally planned to stay that way until you came along.
his eye-catching assistant.
you had managed so easily to get under his skin and he hated it. he hated the way you looked at him like you knew something about him that he didn't.
and just how did you manage to sneak under nanami's office desk right as his meeting started with a room full of people? he should've known. you were sneaky like that—your hands roam up his thighs—and clearly up to no good.
nanami couldn't afford for anyone to spot you, so he kept his hands clenched together tightly, resting them on the table.
how did he let it go this far? was it perhaps that maybe he liked your touch? the touch from the person he swore he hated? his own assistant?
nanami's heartbeat began to spike as you quietly unzipped his pants and took him into your mouth. he let out a choked gasp and slapped a hand over his mouth as everyone looked at him. his other hand tangles in your hair, pushing your head all the way down, your nose touching his navel in the process. you would've laughed at his antics if your mouth wasn't filled with his pathetic cock.
nanami subconsciously guided your head up and down his cock, his mind on overload.
"agh—i apologize i think i have the hiccups. continue please."
he tries hard to maintain his composure for the sake of everyone in the room but your mouth feels so fucking good that he almost wants to drool.
nanami can't take it anymore.
he ends the meeting with a quick "i believe i'll have to think about it. i'll let you know in a few hours. meeting dismissed."
once everyone is gone and the door closes, he doesn't hold back a single moan, groan, whine - anything.
right as nanami feels like he's going to cum, you pull away with an annoying pop, a grin on your face as you watch the frustration on his face rise to the surface. you finally stand, looking down at him in the chair.
"did you really think i'd let you get what you want so easily? not without a little fun of my own."
he groans, leaning back in his office chair, his neck on display, murmuring under his breath about you being a “fucking tease.”
“i’m gonna have to do something about that foul mouth, huh?” you tilt your head, eyeing him.
nanami’s jaw visibly clenches, before turning in his chair to face you, spreading his legs wider, “well then, i don’t see you doing anything about it now.”
you smile stepping closer to him, “who’s being the fucking tease now?”
you lean to his ear and he takes in a sharp inhale, “fine, i’ll show you just how much you’ll regret ever saying that.”
a/n: i contemplated over a lot of endings for this and ended up leaving it open to your interpretation. anyway, this is my first ever post with nanami so i hope you liked it!
(does not follow the plot of the jjk manga or the anime)
cw's + tw's: nsfw, explicit language, anal (gojo receives), degradation kink, rough handling, reader has a dick.
summary: gojo teases you and it only takes so much for you to snap.
note: this is a thirst. lowercase intended.
word count: 0.3K+
“nghhh—but i-i’m not p-pathetic!” gojo satoru cried as he rode faster on your dick.
“if you’re taking my dick, you sure are, slut.” you state, smacking gojo’s already red ass.
tears welled up in gojo satoru’s very blue eyes as he left red marks down your chest. his sobs and pleas filled the room and were just absolute music to your ears.
“yet you fuck yourself on it and claim it to be yours.” you continue, watching his body shudder and shake as he keeps trying to take you in.
“it is mine. no one else can have you ~ aghh!” gojo is in shambles as you grab his hips and push him down on your dick as far as possible.
“you know better than to tease me.” you say, roughly taking his chin in your hand.
you’re sure you can see hearts in gojo’s eyes. his mouth is slightly open as if wanting a kiss. you run a finger over gojo’s bottom lip, and it quivers.
“kiss…?” gojo whines, its the least he could have if he couldn’t keep riding you.
“i’ve really fucked you up, huh.” you murmur under your breath.
he’d been stubborn at the start - now gojo’s brain turned to mush for you.
you kiss gojo roughly, and his hands started to wonder on your body. you pull away after a moment, your lips still slightly touching his, you could feel his cold breath fanning against your lips, and he whimpers, still wanting to kiss you.
gojo leaned closer and nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it and letting it go.
it only took a few seconds for you to snap - flipping gojo over on his back. he lets out a surprised breath.
“teasing me? again? thats 2 strikes. you wanna tease me? its my fucking turn.” you gritted out, locking gojo’s hands tightly above his head with just one of your hands.
all you knew was that gojo was in for long night that involved lots and lots of edging.
a/n: been a while guys… gained A LOT of followers. why do you guys like me after i left you for over 3 months 🙁? also tumblr decided to flag my blog so i felt even more unmotivated to write.
submissive! afab! toji fushiguro x dominant! male! reader.
(does not follow the plot of the jjk manga or the anime)
cw's + tw's: nsfw, explicit language, toji has a pussy, mean! reader, fingering (toji receives), needy toji, reader has a dick.
summary: will toji let you fuck him? you’re not sure he can even handle sucking your dick… but, it’s his choice.
note: this is a thirst. lowercase intended.
word count: 0.3K+
i’m thinking HARD about afab toji fushiguro. how he would be as you play with his pathetic cunt.
“so wet.” you comment, giving his bare pussy a light slap, making toji jump and arch his back toward you.
“i want you inside.” toji murmurs, a haze over his eyes as he looks at you.
you thrust two fingers inside, lightly chuckling as toji rides your fingers with a shiver, you finally reply, “yeah? do you deserve it?”
“nghh—yes—anggh! want your dick inside~” toji babbles, grabbing your crotch, making you hiss and purposefully curl your fingers inside toji, making his eyes roll back as his body shakes with an orgasm.
you continue thrusting your fingers and toji whines, “no, i can’t! no - stop!”
you lean closer to him, using your free hand to grab his chin roughly and make him look at you as you left kisses down his neck.
“thought you wanted me inside.” you tease, slipping your fingers out of toji and shoving them into his mouth.
toji gags at your fingers reaching so far down his throat. his hands paw at your hand, eyes watering. yet toji still sucks on your fingers, desperate to please you. you lightly chuckle and finally pull your fingers out of his mouth after a enjoyable moment of watching him struggle. he gasps for air, coughing.
you wrap your arms around him and kiss the side of his head, sighing, “if you can’t even handle that - how will you take my dick down your tight fucking throat?”
toji whines, his cunt throbbing, pathetically clenching around air. even from the thought of being overstimulated, he wants you. you guide toji’s hand to your belt.
“but still—it’s your choice.” you say with a shrug.
toji’s eyes are locked on your erection poking through your pants. you smile as toji’s hands fumble to undo your belt. he’s panting like a bitch in heat.
“i want it.” toji rasps out.
“good fucking boy.” you praise as he spreads his legs for you as you start to undo your belt.
a/n: i fucking hate everything about the way i wrote this. & idk what i should write next😢…
summary: another woman touches miguel, your husband, without his permission.
note: this is a thirst. lowercase intended.
word count: 0.4K+
you’ve never know miguel o’hara to be like this. clinging to you, on his knees in front of you like you’ll disappear if he lets go of you.
“i didn’t know that woman was going to touch me—i should’ve seen through her and her true intentions, but i love you, (y/n), not that girl - i don’t even know her damn name. don’t leave me because of this.” miguel murmured.
“i’m not mad, miguel.”
“you’re lying.” he replies, rubbing your knee comfortingly.
“fine, want me to be mad? make it up to me and i won’t leave you.” you command, tangling your fingers in miguel’s hair and pulling him toward your crotch.
say no more (y/n).
miguel can’t help but mouth over the crotch of your shorts, the clothes separating him from really tasting you. his hands gripping your plush thighs, eyes begging.
“jus’ wanna be good f’you—please.” miguel whines, his hips thrusting into the empty air, his hands inching into your shorts.
you grab miguel’s hands tightly and he whines.
“i won’t let another woman touch me ever - no matter the situation. let me make you feel good.” miguel pleads, taking your hand and pressing a light kiss to it.
“you’re so pathetic.” you voice, watching as miguel wastes no time pulling your shorts off and burying his head between your thighs, desperate to hear your sounds of praise.
miguel is feeling too good that he can’t help but mindlessly hump your leg - his mind hazy from your addicting scent. the friction of his dick in his pants rubbing against your leg make him let out a deep groan in your pussy, his fingers desperately digging into your waist.
“you’re being a good boy for once, how rare.” you moan, pushing miguel’s mouth closer to your pussy as you finally cum after just a few minutes alone with miguel’s tongue.
you take a look at the mess on his knees for you. miguel’s mouth wet from your slick, his dick threatening to escape from his pants - a wet spot staining it from his pre. though he makes no move to unzip his pants, awaiting your next command.
good boy.
though what he does next makes you horny again. miguel takes his thumb and collects your slick and sucks it all off.
“you’re lucky this time. pick your reward.” you voice, resting your chin on your palm, eyes watching miguel.
he doesn’t wait more than a second to respond, already knowing what he wants, “can i taste you again?”
you had the best husband.
a/n: i have so many new followers. thank you guys sm for supporting me!
