(,,>﹏<,,) bring your kid to work day + nanami! ✦⋆💼.˚
“my love, are you absolutely sure about this?”
you giggle, turning from where you’d been preparing your daughter’s mini lunchbox so that you’re facing your husband. his face is taut, a subtle sense of worry set in his features.
“kento.” a small, exasperated smile plays on your lips. “she’ll be fine. besides, you know how excited she’s been about this — she’s been talking about it all week!”
“i know, but...what if she gets bored? or if she wants to go home midway through the day? you know i can’t exactly take her back whenever i please.” nanami tugs at his tie a little, smoothing down the edges absentmindedly: a nervous tell of his that you’ve grown accustomed to by now.
you lean back against the kitchen counter, raising an eyebrow.
“she literally clings to you every time you work from home,” you counter, rolling your eyes at the memory of her behaviour just last week. she’d followed him around all day, pacing back-and-forth alongside him and just barely avoiding tripping him up while he had been taking important business calls. you had tried to pry her away just long enough for your poor husband to finish at least one business call without any disruptions, but that only resulted in tears. a lot of them.
in fact, she’d cried for an hour after that, sulking in her father’s arms as he empathetically stroked her hair in an attempt to calm her down.
okay, so nanami supposes you may have a point, she’d probably be just fine at his workplace.
he rubs his temple, regrettably all out of arguments. instead, he gives in and chooses to finish packing his bag for work, shoulders lowering a fraction.
you both hear several loud, unceremonious stomps coming down the stairs, and you simultaneously turn to see your daughter reach the foot of the stairs, all ready for her day out. she has a huge grin plastered on her face, and her hair is in two neat pigtails — thanks to nanami of course — complete with two bright hair clips.
“i’m ready! let’s go!” she rushes to him and tugs at his leg, eyes wide and expression excited. she extends her arms in a silent plea to be carried, and who is your husband to deny his sweet daughter?
“see you after work!” you smile, pressing a quick kiss to your daughter’s nose and waving them both goodbye.
-
nanami leans back slightly from where he’s sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen and inspecting the values in the spreadsheet. it’s monotonous work, just about as boring as always — as should be expected of a 9-5 office job. unlike a typical work day, however, his desk has several colourful drawings scattered across its surface today. the first is a drawing of a flower, spirals of bright yellow crayon forming what he can only assume are the petals. alongside the flower picture are two other drawings: a drawing of a huge, wonky heart coloured in yellow, and then another sheet of paper with a drawing of a stick figure with blond hair, a serious expression drawn onto its round face.
averting his gaze from his desk, nanami moves to lift his breakfast (a pesto-mozzarella baguette) to his mouth, chewing slowly and watching his daughter doodle. she’s got her tongue stuck out as she scribbles in determined silence, her crayon in one hand and a chocolate chip muffin in the other.
the bakery workers had both worn a look of poorly-contained surprise upon hearing his order change from his usual baguette sandwich to both a baguette and a muffin this time. they’d always taken him as a man heavily rooted in routine, and so to see him stray away from what was typical of him was…odd.
“what are you drawing now, sweetheart?” nanami murmurs softly, watching her hunch over yet another sheet of paper, her grip firm on her crayon.
“me and papa at work!” she responds. he raises his eyebrows at that, a tiny, barely-perceptible smile crossing his features as he watches her join up the arms of the two stick figures so that they’re holding hands. she doesn’t lift her head from her drawing, too engrossed in adding his blond hair perfectly atop his head and drawing her own smile just right.
after about fifteen minutes or so, she’s done.
“tada! that’s papa, and that’s me!” she exclaims proudly, glancing up at nanami for approval and beaming when she sees him smile softly back at her. he strokes her hair, quiet for a moment before speaking.
“okay, now that you’ve finished your drawing, why don’t we take a break from playing so i can go get a coffee?”
“it’s not playing.” she corrects him, blinking up at him with solemn eyes. “i’m working, just like you do!” at that, your daughter puts a hand on her hip, looking up at her father with an unimpressed expression. while nanami’s not quite sure that he’d put gruelling office work on the same level as scribbling a few drawings, he decides it’s better not to debate on the matter.
“okay, i’m sorry, honey. let’s take a break from working and go get a coffee.”
“yay! okay!”
your daughter skips down the hall with him, speaking excitedly about her day as they approach the coffee machine.
“do you want to press the buttons for me?” he looks down at his daughter, and she nods excitedly. nanami carefully lifts her up, securing her in his arms so that she can reach the machine properly.
“an americano, please.” he places a mug under the machine before lifting a finger to point at the correct button. the four year old girl presses it with a tiny delighted giggle, clearly pleased with herself as coffee begins to pour out into the cup below.
“i want one too!”
“it may be a little too bitter for you, shall we get you a hot chocolate instead?”
that catches her attention. with an excited squeal, she agrees enthusiastically, turning to face the machine and trying to figure out which button to press. she hesitates, unsure which is the hot chocolate.
“that one, sweetheart.” nanami gently guides her finger to the right button and she turns her head to face him in awe as it pours out, eyes wide and surprised.
a couple of minutes later, your daughter skips back down the hall, nanami following close behind with two mugs in his hands, trying to match her pace while also making sure not to spill anything.
she slides happily into her seat next to his desk, tapping her hands on the tabletop expectantly as she waits for her father to put her mug down before pulling a sheet of paper and a crayon close to her.
“okay. now i’m in work mode! no distracting me, okay?” she blinks sternly up at him. she’s sat about as professionally as a four year old can be, her mug at her side and a stack of papers in front of her.
nonetheless, over the span of the next 5 or so minutes, your husband can’t help but notice one problem.
“is the hot chocolate too hot?” he asks gently, watching as his daughter reaches out for the drink a third time before quickly retracting her hands again.
“…mhm.” that earns a small, empathetic sigh from nanami.
“here, let me help.” he murmurs. gently, he lifts the mug to his lips and blows for a few minutes before taking a small sip.
“there. it should be fine now. try it.” she does so, meanwhile he brushes her hair away from her face tenderly.
“yeah! all better!” she shuts her eyes contentedly and takes the mug from his hands happily, kicking her legs back and forth in between excited sips.
after several minutes of being sat like that and sipping her drink, your daughter looks up from her hot chocolate to face nanami.
“i like working with papa!” she beams at him, showing off the mess of hot chocolate around her mouth and cheeks in the process.
nanami’s expression softens at those simple words.
“yeah, i like working with you too, sweetheart.”
a/n: idea creds to my lovely hazel @hangenism i love this idea and i love you thank you sososo much !!!
girl dad papamin you are SO dear to me ˊᗜˋ && this is a semi filler post while i try to get rid of my writing block
squirting on your pervy neighbor!toji's cock all night
He’s fucking you stupid, legs hiked in the air, cocking stretching you open nearly splitting you in half. His big strong arms hold your legs behind your head, locking them in place as he drills his cock into you over and over again.
You’ve just been so horny lately and nothing has been able to satisfy you. Not your fingers, not your vibrator, not your dildo. Nothing. You needed the real thing. It was driving you crazy how much your poor pussy was throbbing, soaking wet at the thought of a thick cock breeding you, filling you up, making you cum until you were a stupid mess. The only person you knew who was willing to do just that…was of course your neighbor. The one who spies on you every night, watching you from his bedroom window while you squirt all over your dildo.
You’re not innocent either. A part of you puts on a show for him, getting off on him watching you, cumming to you, being obsessed with you. What could go wrong? He’s older and not to mention so damn attractive. His big muscles, and tall stature with a sculpted face and green eyes. God, you should’ve fucked him sooner if you knew it was going to be this good. The other guys you’ve been with don’t even compare to him by a long shot.
“Aweee, look at you squirting again,” he laughs breathlessly, still pumping his cock into your sopping wet hole.
You watch, fixated on the way his veiny cock fucks you…in and out…in and out…in and out. It’s addicting. At this point you’re convinced he can go all night, folding and twisting you into positions you never even thought possible. You can’t even speak, that’s how good it feels, that’s how much he’s clouded your brain. You’ve even gone far enough to let him record this whole thing and honestly, you can’t wait to watch it back and fuck yourself to it. He’s dumbed you down to nothing but a cock hungry slut.
No matter what, your pussy sucks him right back in, squeezing and clenching around him like you don’t want him to go. And you don’t. How could you let go of cock this good? You’d be insane to. He pulls out with a loud squelch, a loud whine leaving your lips with how empty you feel inside, pussy clenching around nothing. He laughs at you, tossing you onto your plush bed where he grabs your quivering legs and spreads them for the camera to see.
One, two, three slaps to your swollen clit, each slap making you jolt, whimpering, begging for more. “Such a dumb little thing, aren’t you baby?” He slaps your cunt again. “You just want nothing but cock, huh?” He coos, gripping your chin and placing a wet and sloppy kiss on your lips. His much larger frame mounts yours, tossing your legs over his shoulders, his cock slipping right inside, every inch going deeper and deeper until his balls are touching your ass.
His hips slam into yours, pinning you in place as he fucks you hard and deep. Incoherent mumbles are all that you can muster, your entire body overcome with so much pleasure and ecstasy that it goes limp. You were craving cock so much and you finally got it, but it seems like your body is never satisfied. Round after round, orgasm after orgasm…you need more. Before you know it, you’re squirting again, soaking your bedsheets below you.
He grunts loudly in your ear, each slam of his hips takes your breath away, leaving you gasping for air. It’s messy, sticky, all in between, but nothing you don’t love, nothing doesn’t make your cunt throb even harder for him. A lazy smile appears on your face, staring at the man above as he molded your pussy to the shape of his cock, burying himself so deep inside you it felt like you could feel him in your stomach.
“Look at the fucking smile. You’re loving this,” he rasps out. All you can do is nod, biting down on your lower lip as you imagined just how long he’s waited for this moment. You’ve always teased him, purposely asking for help, wearing your tightest and shortest clothes around him. All of that pent up energy was getting put to good use now. “Shitttt, this pussy is about to make me cum—oh fuck,” he moans, thrusting harder, sloppier. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…keep squeezing me, baby—yesss!”
He throbs inside of you, a loud and guttural moan echoing through the house as he bottoms out inside of you, hot spurts of cum coating your gummy walls, spilling from within you. “Nnngh! Nnngh!” He grunts, still cumming.
“More! More!” You beg, heart pounding against your chest. Lucky for you, he didn’t plan on stopping after just one orgasm. He began slamming into you again, both of moaning like a couple of pornstars—and at this rate you might as well be. Your cunt squelches loudly with each movement of his hips, more cum dripping down and creating a mess. His swollen tip nudges against your g-spot over and over, driving you to another orgasm quicker than you thought.
Your pussy gushes once again, screaming and shaking with pleasure. Toji pulls away, wanting to take in the sight of your juices mixing with his cum. He watches the way it drips down to your ass and then to the bed, a malevolent smirk on his face when you can’t stop quivering. “O-oh…fuckkkkk!” You clench the sheets with your fists, toes curled as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
He leans in, gripping your chin, his tongue slipping past your lips as he sloppily kissed you, biting at your bottom lip. You kiss him back, desperate and hungry, moaning into the kiss as he pulls you up towards him. His free hand roams your body, groping your marked tits and down to your ass, gripping the plump flesh and playfully spanking it. Both of you sit there just making out, chests pressed against each other.
He slowly pulls away, looking at you. You flutter your lashes at him, your lips wet and swollen from the kiss. “Bend over for me, baby,” he instructs, his hands guiding you in the position he wants. Your back is arched, ass high in the air, face in the mattress, giving him full view. “Look at your pussy covered in my cum…looks so damn good. Lemme show the camera, baby.” He reaches over, grabbing your phone. His fingers run along your sticky slit, filming the mess between your legs. “‘Mmmm, goddamn,” he whispers under his breath. “Should I make it more messy?” He pans the camera towards you where you’re looking back over your shoulder. You nod. “Yeah? Good girl.”
He spits right onto your asshole, letting the glob drip down to your cunt, using his thumb to rub it in. He does it once more, earning a small moan from you when he massages it in again. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” He watches the way your cunt clenches as he toys with your ass, knowing that he’s teasing you, wanting you to beg. “You like when I do that, hm?” He aims the phone towards you again.
Your eyes shut as you lick your lips, nodding at his question. “Feels good,” you mumble, pushing your ass back against him for more. “Feels really good.”
He aims it back down towards your ass, grabbing ahold of his cock as he rubs his dripping tip over your hole. “What about that, baby?” He hears you moan loudly into the sheets, earning a chuckle from him. “Such a nasty fucking girl for me, I love it. Keep pushing that ass against me.” He teases your hole more, rubbing his tip up and down, in circles, nudging against it as if it was going to push in.
“Mmmm, stop teasing please!” You’ve never done anal before but god was the thought of it making your pussy drip. “Please, please, I want it.” Like your hips have a mind of their own, you keep pushing against him, hoping to feel more, hoping to feel him inside. “Pleaseee—ahhh! Ah! Shit!” Your eyes widen, feeling the slow stretch as he pushes his tip inside. He waits until you’re slightly adjusted to push in more, allowing you to catch your breath.
He’s capturing this whole thing up close, watch the way you tightly wrap around his cock, and seeing you stretch open for him. He pushes in more, slowly, your body already so overwhelmed with pleasure that you didn’t expect to be squirting again. “Oh shit!” He laughs. “Damn, baby I didn’t even start and you’re squirting already.”
You cry out into the mattress, quivering below him as he slowly pushes in more, nearly bottoming out. “We’re almost there,” he lowly grunts, feeling you squeeze around him even more as you come down from your high. “Relax,” he softly says. Finally, every inch of him is in, and you know you’re in for a wild ride. If you already came just from him putting it in, how many times will you cum when he starts actually fucking you? He’s going to keep turning you into a dumb mess every hour. “Good girl. Keep still until you’re ready.”
It’s going to be a long night…
read part 1 here
apologies for how vile this is I was having a moment
cw: daddy kink (but NOT in an ageplay way!) , reader’s dad is an asshole
more like this
You sort of hate your dad.
Gojo definitely hates your dad.
You’d mentioned the hate offhandedly once, early into your relationship. half-asleep and sitting at the kitchen counter in one of Gojo’s oversized shirts as your feet dangle in the air. Gojo had handed you a glass full of iced coffee, but you didn’t grab it tightly enough and it shattered across the tiles, coffee and ice cubes spilling across the floor. “I’m sorry-“ you panicked immediately, searching for a cloth to mop up the mess, “I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I-“
“Hey, hey,” he’d frowned, “what’s wrong? It’s just a glass. I’ll buy, like, twelve more anyway.”
“Oh.” You’d flushed, embarrassed. “Sorry. It’s just a response, I guess. My, uh, my dad used to get really mad and yell if I spilt or broke anything. I kind of… don’t like him that much. Sorry if that’s kinda weird, I know I’m probably supposed to like my own dad.”
Gojo blinked slowly, blue eyes narrowed. "There's nothing wrong with you," he said reassuringly, drawing slow circles over your lower back. He looked down at you, still nervously staring at the coffee on the floor like you were ready to cry over it and prepare yourself to be yelled at- and he decided from that day onward that he really, really hates your dad too.
He does it subtly, though. Like the first time he met your dad over dinner at your shared apartment, Gojo’s plate piled high with the myriad of homecooked dishes you’d spent the full day making, including dessert. “This is amazing,” he smiled at you, before turning to your dad. “Don’t you think?”
Your dad nods. “It’s… good. Pass me the salt, please, sweetheart?” You snap up, reaching across to the other side of the table, and your arm crosses atop your dad’s plate in the process. “Don’t be rude,” he snaps lowly, “you know you don’t reach over people’s food. Didn’t I teach you better?”
You smile, tight-lipped and agitated. “Sorry, dad.”
Gojo prods at his salad extra harshly, dressing splashing onto the tomatoes, then casually manages to mention the price of everything in the apartment within the next five minutes as your dad shrinks back while his masculinity is damaged more and more. Gojo waves him off cheerily after an awkward dessert, then sticks his tongue out at the door after it swings shut. You snort, stacking plates next to the soapy sink. “Don’t be immature, Satoru.”
“He’s the immature one.” He rolls his eyes, helping you wash up. “Acting so self righteous,” he hums, kissing your forehead. “I’m glad you didn’t turn out like him, what can I say?”
Gojo treats you so gently it’s embarrassing sometimes, him cooing into your ear about how perfect you are and how you’re easily his favourite thing. Him brushing your hair softly into braids when you’re too tired to do it yourself, him ensuring you feel calm enough around him to shatter a plate onto the tiles and not immediately apologise.
He calms you down when you cry, wrapping you in his strong arms and rocking you back and forth as he lets you know there’s nothing wrong with you. He hates the fact somebody ever made you feel like that in the first place, that there’s something not quite right about you that needs to be fixed. Gojo takes you everywhere, to all the museums your dad wouldn’t and buys you the little trinkets your dad called a stupid waste of space.
Gojo adores watching you get excited around him, too.
“Oh my god, Toru,” you squeal excitedly, “look, look, it’s the exact one I wanted-“ you beam, proudly showing him the little animal keychain you just opened from a blind box. “Oh my gosh, she’s so cute,” you gush, pressing him to look at the little bunny’s fuzzy ears and her tiny dress. “I love her-“
“Yeah?” He smiles, taking your hand in his much larger one. “Tell me more, sweetheart.”
He revels secretly in knowing he makes you feel so safe you can be like this, that it isn’t embarrassing and your emotions won’t be ignored or dismissed with passive-aggressive eye rolls. “Well,” you grin, clipping the bunny onto your house keys where she rests alongside a plethora of other trinkets. “She’s sort of rare. Although, not the rarest, because there’s a secret option you could get too but that one is a bear, and honestly I think it’s not as cute as the bunny so-“
You go on like this for ages, babbling on and practically talking your boyfriend’s ear off as you walk around the local park with his hand in your left and a cute drink he paid for in your right. “Anyway,” you shrug, sipping your drink, “I think the cat is overrated. She’s cute, but why put her in dungarees? She’d look cuter with a parasol, I think. Oh,” you say suddenly, a little embarrassed, “I’m not- I'm not boring you, right?”
Gojo grins brightly and squeezes your hand tighter. “You could never bore me, pretty. Keep going.”
Gojo could sit there for days and listen to you talk about nothing and everything, feet up on his lap as you complain about the latest subplot in your new show. He genuinely listens, asks follow up questions, never once makes you feel awkward or embarrassed for caring about something so trivial.
You’re sat at the counter again over a year after the coffee incident, your shoulder slipping out of the worn neck of Gojo’s old Digimon shirt while your finger draws shapes on the smooth marble beside the fruitbowl.
“Toru, I was thinking, that new bakery opened up down the street yesterday and I know you love sweets-“
Gojo whirls around from the fridge, gasps loudly, and stares at you like you just personally offended his whole lineage. “Toru?”
You frown, confused. “Uh, yes? Isn’t that your name-“
“Nooo,” he grins, walking over to you, “use my other nickname.”
“Baby?” You say nervously. Is there an inside joke you’re forgetting?
“Nope.” He grins evilly, lips brushing your ear. “I liked the one you came up with last night, angel.”
You blush, scandalised, and shove futilely at his chest. Truly, it was an accident, just a little slip of the tongue in a moment of extreme horniness you wish you could snap right back up from his memory.
Your bare tits had been firmly pressed into the dishevelled sheets, marks covering the sensitive skin; Gojo was behind you, big hands carefully holding onto your hips and sliding up to squeeze your waist briefly as your back arched further.
“Does that feel good, baby?” He murmurs, hips delving deeply into your dipping cunt. “Come on, let me hear those cute little sounds I love.” He coos next to your ear.
Your answering response is a garbled moan, a squeaky whimper that draws itself embarrassingly from your lips even despite the pillow shoved into your face. “Yeah,” he whispers, “let me make you feel good, baby. You deserve it all, yeah? Just lie there and take it like the good girl you are, okay?”
Gojo’s voice is as sweet as sugar, coos dripping down into your ears and intoxicating your body so much you truly can’t think of anything else other than the way he’s fucking into you, sliding so deeply and so fully it makes your eyes roll back and your fingers weakly grip the sheets.
“Daddy-“ you choke.
You freeze, hot embarrassment flushing your face as you bury it into the pillows in an attempt to pretend that did not just happen and you did not just call your boyfriend ‘daddy’ like a degenerate pervert freak.
Gojo freezes too, thick cock halfway into your pulsing heat, hands paused on your hips. And then, the biggest grin he’s ever produced cracks glowingly across his face. “What was that, pretty?”
“Nothing.” You say into the pillow, voice muffled. “I didn’t s-say anything.”
“Oh noooo, I think you did, actually.” Your boyfriend gloats happily, his voice singsong, “say it again, or I’m not moving.”
“No!” You cry frustratedly as he starts to slowly slip his dick back out, “okay, fuck, fine.”
Your face burns as your lips open again, voice quiet. “...Daddy.”
“Daddy what?” You’re glad you can’t see his face, but you know exactly what sort of shit-eating grin is plastered along his beautiful face. “Satoru-“
“No, gorgeous, I want you to say it. Say you want me to fuck you.”
You’re almost sick with humiliation, but it stirs something else along with the embarrassment coiling in your tummy. “Please fuck me, daddy.” You say quietly, eyes screwed up like you can pretend you aren’t getting off on the words slipping from your mouth.
Gojo starts moving again, and you squeal as he magically manages to ram every one of your sweet spots in one stroke. “Fuck, baby,” he pants, “I didn’t know you were into that.”
Your moan cracks on a sob. “I didn’t know y-you were into that!”
“Oh, my shy girl,” Gojo croons, kissing your back. “I love anything that comes out of your mouth, you sound so hot saying that, so filthy and worked up for me.” He laughs breathlessly as you shudder and clench around him. “Aww, baby, are you gonna cum for daddy now?”
“Stop-“ you choke, “don’t say it like th-that-“
It’s no use, Gojo just keeps taunting you with it.
“Is daddy going hard enough for you, pretty?”
“So cute stretched out for daddy.”
“Are you gonna cum on daddy’s cock?”
That last one sends you over the edge, the taboo of it all making your head spin and your legs tremble as Gojo collapses right after you, spilling so much cum it manages to overflow right onto the sheets and into his mouth as he drops to his knees to worship you.
Your face burns as you sit at the counter, the memory harsh in your head. “Stop,” you whine, “I didn’t mean to say it, stop.”
“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.” Gojo chortles, kissing your temple. “Do it again later?”
You groan and drop your forehead onto the counter.
He’ll bring it up at the most inappropriate times, too, like when you’re on a date and he’ll casually whisper it into your ear until you’re flushing. “Toru, stop with that, we’re in an aquarium.” You protest, walking towards the rockpool exhibit. “I’m not calling you that here.”
The worst time he’s ever done it was when you were storming back to your car after an awkward dinner with your dad where he managed to passive aggressively comment on your outfit, tone of voice, and facial expression in the space of an hour. “I hate him.” You say angrily as Gojo puts his hands onto the steering wheel to drive off. “He’s such an egotistical, self-centred, immature, dickheaded, insensitive-“
“He is.” Gojo soothes, flicking the playlist in the car to one of your favourite songs and the ac up to cool you down as you continue to mindlessly rage about your dad as the city lights flash by the windows of the car.
“But it’s a good job you’ve got a better daddy here, righhhhhtttt?” He grins, patting your thigh. You gasp, scandalised, and swat at his toned arm. “Oh my god, please tell me you didn’t just say that-“
He grins again. “You just have issues that manifest themselves psychosexually, don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” You glare at him. “Oh, so now I have issues just because I like to call you daddy sometimes? Don’t act like you weren’t into me slapping you last week, why don’t we talk about your psychosexual issues, Satoru-“
Gojo laughs, hands in his expensive pockets, as you scold him the whole way to your living room. You’re still muttering silent curses when he tugs you into his arms and kisses your scalp. “I was joking about the issues,” he says, “I know you were pissed. And you should be, you have a right to be. I hate your dad too.”
You sigh and bury your face into his bicep. “I know you do.”
masterlist
a/n: okay mini hiatus for my holiday over! Have a lovely week <3
SUKUNA HAD you currently on your hands and knees, his hands holding firmly onto your waist, red marks forming under his fingertips. His hips smacked against your ass with each of his deep thrusts. Your whole body jerking forward each time.
Tears rolls down your face, not because it hurt but because it felt so good. You had always been a little shy in bed with Sukuna but tonight was different, you had been so desperate for him all day you couldn’t hide how much you needed him.
“Harder..” you whined, he slaps your ass hard, leaving a red mark blooming on your skin. “Yeah? You want to be fucked like a slut?” You could only moan in response.
He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head back, you back arching further. “What’s the magic word?” He taunted with a smug smirk on his face, but he had never expected his innocent girl to be begging to be fucked harder.
“P-please.” You choked out and he harshly lets go of your hair only to push your face into the pillows to hit at a deeper angle. He pulled his cock out almost all the way, till only the tip was in before slamming back into you. A broken moan escaping your lips, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you, your tears staining the pillows.
“You like that, hm?” His cock hitting your cervix over and over again, hitting the perfect spots deep inside you. “Fuck, yes..” you moan out. A grin spreading across his face, he loved seeing this side of you that he had never experienced before.
He grabs your throat, pulling your head back up, squeezing it tight enough for you to feel it. Your breaths coming out uneven. “Such a fucking whore.”
His words make your walls flutter around his cock, feeling yourself get closer, and he felt it too. “You close?” He slows down his thrust purposely, pausing your upcoming orgasm. You whimper from the sudden slow movements, desperate to finish.
You try move back on him but his hand moves off your throat and to your ass, spanking it again as a warning, the slap echoing through the room. “Beg for it, doll.”
“Please,” you say desperately, tears falling down your face, his thrust slowly picking up the pace. “Please what?” He slaps your ass once again, harder than last time.
“Please.. please fuck me.” You sob out, a satisfied smirk tugging on his lips. His hand runs over your ass where he slapped it, soothing it over. “Good girl, that wasn’t so hard, hm?”
He returns back to pounding deep into you but not slowing down this time as your orgasm builds back up. Your breaths ragged as your body trembled, your walls clamping down around his cock making him curse under his breath.
His hand moves to find your clit, rubbing it quickly, dragging out your orgasm. Pleasure rushing through your body, a moan teared from your throat as the feeling of his cock pounding deep inside you and with his fingers on your clit at the same time your body was overwhelmed with pleasure.
The thrust soon become erratic as his own orgasm creeps up on him, his grip on your hips painful as he buried himself deep inside you, filling you up with his release, a deep groan slips past his lips.
He keeps his cock inside you as it starts to soften before eventually pulling out, your body collapsing against the bed. He chuckles lowly, patting your ass. “Didn’t think you could be such a slut.”
fluff. toji who lays on you when he’s so exhausted he could cry
a/n: some cute toji while i try to write part 4 of my other fic
it was late at night. like usual, you laid in bed with a book in hand while waiting for your boyfriend to come home.
the lock on the front door finally turned and the jangle of keys rang through the air. an exhausted sigh was heard alongside the quiet thuds of shoes being kicked off.
toji appeared in your doorway not long later, exhaustion wearing his handsome face down. you offered a small smile and put the book aside, more pressing matters at hand now.
“hi my baby.” you greeted softly, holding your arms out.
he tried to smile back but it didn’t meet his eyes. it never did on days like this. he trudged on over and slowly laid down, collapsing on top of you tiredly while still being sure not to crush you.
you wrapped your arms around him as best as you could, holding him and kissing his head gently. he melted into you. the sweet smell of your perfume and your warmth made him overflow with love.
“what’s wrong baby?” you murmured quietly, trailing some of your fingers down along his still slightly tense back. he just shook his head and buried his face deeper into your shoulder.
“so tired..” he whispered back and it was apparent in his voice.
you moved a hand to hold the side of his face, lifting his head to look at you. he let you and pressed his cheek into your hand. his eyes were rimmed with red from the day wearing down on him.
“my poor cutie. you work too hard.” you whispered, pressing fluttery kisses to each of his features. that earned the slightest hint of a smile.
“I’m okay.” he insisted. your fingers brushed against his cheek lightly, making a light pink creep up on his cheeks. you just nodded but the two of you knew it wasn’t true.
you pecked his lips now. a bunch of times. “cmon, let’s shower together. I can get you all cleaned up before dinner.”
he nodded and gave you a slow kiss, his appreciation translating through it. “I love you.”
effortlessly, your older boyfriend flips your position so you’re on all fours —practically throwing you around like a ragdoll, gripping your hips tightly.
"arch that back for me, baby. atta girl," he rasps, pushing his dick back into your sopping cunt. he delivers a sharp smack to your ass as he does, bottoming out inside of you again.
you moan as he re enters, "mnn—so deep." toji smirks in response, planting one foot on the mattress, knee in line with your lower back. "think this is deep, doll?"
that’s all he says before setting a relentless pace once more, cock hitting the deepest, most delicious parts of you that you can’t reach on your own.
"fuuuckk, such a pretty view every time," he says, voice low and slightly breathy — eyes locked onto the sight of your ass rippling from the contact.
you grip the sheets below you, knees almost bucking from the force of your boyfriend’s thrusts. "ohmygod—right there," you mewl, second orgasm approaching.
"right there, huh? gonna cum on my dick again?" toji groans, heavy balls slapping against your skin.
you nod, pressing your face into the soft pillows beneath you, creamy white rings forming at the thick base of toji’s cock.
"that’s my girl, sound so pretty while i’m wreckin’ this tight pussy."
his filthy encouragement has your entire body tensing, pussy fluttering desperately around every thick, veiny inch of his dick.
barely breaking a sweat, he fucks you through it, slowing his thrusts just enough so he can look down at the mess you’ve made on him.
only he sees something he wasn’t expecting… blood.
"y’okay, princess? anythin’ hurt?" he asks, soothing the skin on your hips with his thumbs.
you whine needily, silently begging for more despite your recent orgasm. "keep going, please—don’t s-stop."
toji rocks forwards a few times, gauging your reactions, unsure as to whether he should mention his recent discovery.
he picks up the pace again, the blood allowing him to slide in and out of you even more easily — the sight making his dick throb with need.
you wanted him to continue, oblivious to the situation, the need to be filled by toji’s load clouding your thoughts. he wasn’t about to ruin this for you by mentioning it. it’s not as if a man like toji was even the slightest amount bothered by a little blood, anyway.
so he keeps moving, snapping his hips forward, low groans escaping him the more he nears his own peak. "gonna—hah—fill this pussy up, feel so damn good, baby."
true to his word, toji snaps, thick, warm spurts of cum flooding your cunt. his thrusts slow again as he comes down, hips stuttering slightly as he empties every last drop inside of you.
leaning in, he presses a tender hiss the small of your back, then pulls out completely. you lay there, boneless and satisfied, rolling onto your back.
then, you open your eyes, seeing the surprising mess you’d made on toji’s dick.
seeing your mortified expression, toji cuts in, reassuring you before you can begin apologising or dying from humiliation. "s’okay, sweetheart. i don’t care."
he gets off the bed, taking you in his arms before carrying you bridal style to the bathroom to clean you up. "don’t start apologising, y’hear me?"
you nod, feeling fresh blood trickle down the inside of your thigh along with your boyfriend’s cum.
"why didn’t you mention it? you could’ve told me-" you say, being set down on the bathroom counter as toji flicks the shower on.
"don’t see what good that would’ve done. you were enjoyin’ yourself, ain’t gonna ruin that over a little blood," he responds, completely unphased.
you smile softly as toji steps between your legs, capturing your lips in a reassuring kiss.
cw: daddy kink (but NOT in an ageplay way!) , reader’s dad is an asshole
more like this
You sort of hate your dad.
Gojo definitely hates your dad.
You’d mentioned the hate offhandedly once, early into your relationship. half-asleep and sitting at the kitchen counter in one of Gojo’s oversized shirts as your feet dangle in the air. Gojo had handed you a glass full of iced coffee, but you didn’t grab it tightly enough and it shattered across the tiles, coffee and ice cubes spilling across the floor. “I’m sorry-“ you panicked immediately, searching for a cloth to mop up the mess, “I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I-“
“Hey, hey,” he’d frowned, “what’s wrong? It’s just a glass. I’ll buy, like, twelve more anyway.”
“Oh.” You’d flushed, embarrassed. “Sorry. It’s just a response, I guess. My, uh, my dad used to get really mad and yell if I spilt or broke anything. I kind of… don’t like him that much. Sorry if that’s kinda weird, I know I’m probably supposed to like my own dad.”
Gojo blinked slowly, blue eyes narrowed. "There's nothing wrong with you," he said reassuringly, drawing slow circles over your lower back. He looked down at you, still nervously staring at the coffee on the floor like you were ready to cry over it and prepare yourself to be yelled at- and he decided from that day onward that he really, really hates your dad too.
He does it subtly, though. Like the first time he met your dad over dinner at your shared apartment, Gojo’s plate piled high with the myriad of homecooked dishes you’d spent the full day making, including dessert. “This is amazing,” he smiled at you, before turning to your dad. “Don’t you think?”
Your dad nods. “It’s… good. Pass me the salt, please, sweetheart?” You snap up, reaching across to the other side of the table, and your arm crosses atop your dad’s plate in the process. “Don’t be rude,” he snaps lowly, “you know you don’t reach over people’s food. Didn’t I teach you better?”
You smile, tight-lipped and agitated. “Sorry, dad.”
Gojo prods at his salad extra harshly, dressing splashing onto the tomatoes, then casually manages to mention the price of everything in the apartment within the next five minutes as your dad shrinks back while his masculinity is damaged more and more. Gojo waves him off cheerily after an awkward dessert, then sticks his tongue out at the door after it swings shut. You snort, stacking plates next to the soapy sink. “Don’t be immature, Satoru.”
“He’s the immature one.” He rolls his eyes, helping you wash up. “Acting so self righteous,” he hums, kissing your forehead. “I’m glad you didn’t turn out like him, what can I say?”
Gojo treats you so gently it’s embarrassing sometimes, him cooing into your ear about how perfect you are and how you’re easily his favourite thing. Him brushing your hair softly into braids when you’re too tired to do it yourself, him ensuring you feel calm enough around him to shatter a plate onto the tiles and not immediately apologise.
He calms you down when you cry, wrapping you in his strong arms and rocking you back and forth as he lets you know there’s nothing wrong with you. He hates the fact somebody ever made you feel like that in the first place, that there’s something not quite right about you that needs to be fixed. Gojo takes you everywhere, to all the museums your dad wouldn’t and buys you the little trinkets your dad called a stupid waste of space.
Gojo adores watching you get excited around him, too.
“Oh my god, Toru,” you squeal excitedly, “look, look, it’s the exact one I wanted-“ you beam, proudly showing him the little animal keychain you just opened from a blind box. “Oh my gosh, she’s so cute,” you gush, pressing him to look at the little bunny’s fuzzy ears and her tiny dress. “I love her-“
“Yeah?” He smiles, taking your hand in his much larger one. “Tell me more, sweetheart.”
He revels secretly in knowing he makes you feel so safe you can be like this, that it isn’t embarrassing and your emotions won’t be ignored or dismissed with passive-aggressive eye rolls. “Well,” you grin, clipping the bunny onto your house keys where she rests alongside a plethora of other trinkets. “She’s sort of rare. Although, not the rarest, because there’s a secret option you could get too but that one is a bear, and honestly I think it’s not as cute as the bunny so-“
You go on like this for ages, babbling on and practically talking your boyfriend’s ear off as you walk around the local park with his hand in your left and a cute drink he paid for in your right. “Anyway,” you shrug, sipping your drink, “I think the cat is overrated. She’s cute, but why put her in dungarees? She’d look cuter with a parasol, I think. Oh,” you say suddenly, a little embarrassed, “I’m not- I'm not boring you, right?”
Gojo grins brightly and squeezes your hand tighter. “You could never bore me, pretty. Keep going.”
Gojo could sit there for days and listen to you talk about nothing and everything, feet up on his lap as you complain about the latest subplot in your new show. He genuinely listens, asks follow up questions, never once makes you feel awkward or embarrassed for caring about something so trivial.
You’re sat at the counter again over a year after the coffee incident, your shoulder slipping out of the worn neck of Gojo’s old Digimon shirt while your finger draws shapes on the smooth marble beside the fruitbowl.
“Toru, I was thinking, that new bakery opened up down the street yesterday and I know you love sweets-“
Gojo whirls around from the fridge, gasps loudly, and stares at you like you just personally offended his whole lineage. “Toru?”
You frown, confused. “Uh, yes? Isn’t that your name-“
“Nooo,” he grins, walking over to you, “use my other nickname.”
“Baby?” You say nervously. Is there an inside joke you’re forgetting?
“Nope.” He grins evilly, lips brushing your ear. “I liked the one you came up with last night, angel.”
You blush, scandalised, and shove futilely at his chest. Truly, it was an accident, just a little slip of the tongue in a moment of extreme horniness you wish you could snap right back up from his memory.
Your bare tits had been firmly pressed into the dishevelled sheets, marks covering the sensitive skin; Gojo was behind you, big hands carefully holding onto your hips and sliding up to squeeze your waist briefly as your back arched further.
“Does that feel good, baby?” He murmurs, hips delving deeply into your dipping cunt. “Come on, let me hear those cute little sounds I love.” He coos next to your ear.
Your answering response is a garbled moan, a squeaky whimper that draws itself embarrassingly from your lips even despite the pillow shoved into your face. “Yeah,” he whispers, “let me make you feel good, baby. You deserve it all, yeah? Just lie there and take it like the good girl you are, okay?”
Gojo’s voice is as sweet as sugar, coos dripping down into your ears and intoxicating your body so much you truly can’t think of anything else other than the way he’s fucking into you, sliding so deeply and so fully it makes your eyes roll back and your fingers weakly grip the sheets.
“Daddy-“ you choke.
You freeze, hot embarrassment flushing your face as you bury it into the pillows in an attempt to pretend that did not just happen and you did not just call your boyfriend ‘daddy’ like a degenerate pervert freak.
Gojo freezes too, thick cock halfway into your pulsing heat, hands paused on your hips. And then, the biggest grin he’s ever produced cracks glowingly across his face. “What was that, pretty?”
“Nothing.” You say into the pillow, voice muffled. “I didn’t s-say anything.”
“Oh noooo, I think you did, actually.” Your boyfriend gloats happily, his voice singsong, “say it again, or I’m not moving.”
“No!” You cry frustratedly as he starts to slowly slip his dick back out, “okay, fuck, fine.”
Your face burns as your lips open again, voice quiet. “...Daddy.”
“Daddy what?” You’re glad you can’t see his face, but you know exactly what sort of shit-eating grin is plastered along his beautiful face. “Satoru-“
“No, gorgeous, I want you to say it. Say you want me to fuck you.”
You’re almost sick with humiliation, but it stirs something else along with the embarrassment coiling in your tummy. “Please fuck me, daddy.” You say quietly, eyes screwed up like you can pretend you aren’t getting off on the words slipping from your mouth.
Gojo starts moving again, and you squeal as he magically manages to ram every one of your sweet spots in one stroke. “Fuck, baby,” he pants, “I didn’t know you were into that.”
Your moan cracks on a sob. “I didn’t know y-you were into that!”
“Oh, my shy girl,” Gojo croons, kissing your back. “I love anything that comes out of your mouth, you sound so hot saying that, so filthy and worked up for me.” He laughs breathlessly as you shudder and clench around him. “Aww, baby, are you gonna cum for daddy now?”
“Stop-“ you choke, “don’t say it like th-that-“
It’s no use, Gojo just keeps taunting you with it.
“Is daddy going hard enough for you, pretty?”
“So cute stretched out for daddy.”
“Are you gonna cum on daddy’s cock?”
That last one sends you over the edge, the taboo of it all making your head spin and your legs tremble as Gojo collapses right after you, spilling so much cum it manages to overflow right onto the sheets and into his mouth as he drops to his knees to worship you.
Your face burns as you sit at the counter, the memory harsh in your head. “Stop,” you whine, “I didn’t mean to say it, stop.”
“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.” Gojo chortles, kissing your temple. “Do it again later?”
You groan and drop your forehead onto the counter.
He’ll bring it up at the most inappropriate times, too, like when you’re on a date and he’ll casually whisper it into your ear until you’re flushing. “Toru, stop with that, we’re in an aquarium.” You protest, walking towards the rockpool exhibit. “I’m not calling you that here.”
The worst time he’s ever done it was when you were storming back to your car after an awkward dinner with your dad where he managed to passive aggressively comment on your outfit, tone of voice, and facial expression in the space of an hour. “I hate him.” You say angrily as Gojo puts his hands onto the steering wheel to drive off. “He’s such an egotistical, self-centred, immature, dickheaded, insensitive-“
“He is.” Gojo soothes, flicking the playlist in the car to one of your favourite songs and the ac up to cool you down as you continue to mindlessly rage about your dad as the city lights flash by the windows of the car.
“But it’s a good job you’ve got a better daddy here, righhhhhtttt?” He grins, patting your thigh. You gasp, scandalised, and swat at his toned arm. “Oh my god, please tell me you didn’t just say that-“
He grins again. “You just have issues that manifest themselves psychosexually, don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” You glare at him. “Oh, so now I have issues just because I like to call you daddy sometimes? Don’t act like you weren’t into me slapping you last week, why don’t we talk about your psychosexual issues, Satoru-“
Gojo laughs, hands in his expensive pockets, as you scold him the whole way to your living room. You’re still muttering silent curses when he tugs you into his arms and kisses your scalp. “I was joking about the issues,” he says, “I know you were pissed. And you should be, you have a right to be. I hate your dad too.”
You sigh and bury your face into his bicep. “I know you do.”
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a/n: okay mini hiatus for my holiday over! Have a lovely week <3
could you possibly do bf!megumi and reader and they’re like making out but plot twist yuji, nobara, (could be anybody as well) walks in on them.. 👀
making out with your favorite boy twt link
♯ megumi fushiguro x reader
the movie had been playing for nearly half an hour, but the plot had long since faded into a blur of colors and distant sounds. the flickering light of the television cast long, dancing shadows across the living room, but the only thing you were focused on was the heavy, comforting weight of megumi pinned against you.
he was sprawled on top of you, his chest pressing firmly against yours, pinning you deep into the soft cushions of the couch. what had started as a few soft, tentative kisses had spiraled into something far more urgent.
megumi wasn't usually the one to initiate with aggression; he was quiet, measured, and calm. but there was a hidden intensity to him, a desire that only came out when it was just the two of you. his hands, usually so steady, were trembling slightly as they slid beneath the hem of the oversized hoodie you were wearing. his hoodie. he had pushed the fabric up slowly, inch by inch, until it bunched right under your breasts, leaving your torso bare to the cool air of the room.
you let out a shaky breath, your skin prickling with anticipation. "gumi.." you whimpered, the sound barely more than a whisper.
he didn't answer with words. instead, he shifted his weight, his hips aligning perfectly with yours. he was still in his sweatpants, and as he pressed down, he began to slowly, deliberately grind his dick against your cunt. the friction of the thick grey fabric against the thin, delicate lace of your panties was just perfect, sending jolts of heat straight to your core and his.
"fuuuck..." he breathed, a quiet curse slipping through gritted teeth. his brows furrowed as his eyes flickered downward, lingering only a moment before returning to yours.
you gasped, slightly arching your back to meet him, your legs instinctively wrapping tight around his waist to pull him closer, wanting to erase every millimeter of space between you.
"you're so warm," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to echo in your chest. he shifted again, a slow, circular roll of his hips that made you moan a bit louder, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back, pulling him down.
"don’t stop— i’ve been thinking about this all day," you whispered, tilting your head back to give him better access to your throat. "please, megumi."
he let out a shaky breath, his composure finally beginning to crack.
one of his hands slid down from your ribs, tracing the curve of your hip with a possessive grip before slipping lower. he cupped the swell of your ass, squeezing firmly, pulling your pelvis flush against his hardness. meanwhile, his other hand wandered upward, his thumb grazing the underside of your breast, teasing the nipple until it peaked, sending a shiver through your entire frame.
"missed you all day," he confessed, his voice dropping to a needy, private whisper. megumi pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes clouded with a mixture of need and deep affection.
"i couldn't stop thinking about you. about how you'd look in my clothes.. about how you'd feel under me."
he leaned down, peppering a trail of hot, wet kisses along your jawline and down the sensitive column of your neck.
"you’re always so sweet to me," you breathed with a small giggle, cheeks warming ever so slightly.
megumi groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin.
“good.”
he shifted again, his grind becoming more insistent, more demanding. and while he was still maintaining that calm, steady rhythm, the pressure he was applying to your clit through the lace was becoming unbearable in the best way possible.
"is this okay?" he asked, his voice barely audible, though his hips didn't stop their slow, torturous movement
"it's perfect. don't stop," you pleaded, your hands slowly leaving his back and threading through his messy, spiky hair, tugging slightly to bring his lips back to yours.
when he finally kissed you again, it wasn't the soft kiss from before; it was deep and full of pure affection. his tongue quickly swept into your mouth, continuing to rub himself against you. simultaneously, he slid one of his hands upward from your waist. he didn't grip hard, but he settled his palm firmly against the front of your throat.
it wasn't a choke, nor was it meant to hurt; it was a grounding weight, a steady pressure that kept your head pinned back against the cushion. it was a silent, calm statement, a reminder that despite the chaos of the pleasure swirling around you, he was the one guiding this.
you let out a muffled moan into his mouth, your throat vibrating under his palm.
eventually, megumi broke the kiss, his breathing heavy and ragged. the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your neck traveled down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your lace panties.
“can i?”
“mmh..”
the corners of his lips lifted into a faint smile against you, lingering for only a second before fading into a soft, acknowledging hum. he didn't pull your panties off immediately; instead, he slid two long fingers underneath the lace, finding your soaking wet folds.
“you’re already so wet and all i did was kiss you, pretty.”
you let out a loud, sharp moan, your hips jerking upward. "d— don’t tease me."
"patience," he muttered, though he sounded like he was struggling with his own advice. he began to circle your clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure while his other hand moved down to grip your thigh, holding you steady.
“oooh god— don’t stop! ‘m so close, megs!”
"so sensitive," he let out a quiet snicker, the corners of his lips tugging upward. he silently reminded himself that he needed to start spending more physical time with you.
megumi continued to watch your face, then leaned down to kiss away the tears of pleasure pricking your eyes, a small huff slipping from his lips afterwards at the feeling of your hand rubbing his dick through his sweatpants.
“yeah? right there? tell me i’m doing good.”
“such a good boy for me! hah— missed you sososo bad. god— i— i’m cumming—”
"there we go," he breathed against your lips, his hand slipping out from your panties within seconds as he finally reached for the drawstring of his sweatpants, determined to finally feel skin on skin.
SLAM!
the front door burst open with a loud crash, immediately followed by the unmistakable sound of two very familiar voices bickering at full volume.
"bro. i'm telling you, kugisaki! the spicy chips are objectively better than the honey butter ones!" yuji's voice carried through the house, full of unwavering confidence despite how ridiculous the argument was.
"shut up, idiot! the honey butter ones are a delicacy!" nobara retorted, her voice carrying through the house as she shoved past yuji, who was balancing an impressive number of snack bags in his arms.
“said no one ever in this entire fucking world.”
“itadori, you test my patience ev—”
they then stopped dead in their tracks, the argument dying instantly as their attention shifted towards you two.
the scene was incriminating: megumi half hovering over you, your hoodie pushed up to your chest, your legs still wrapped firmly around his waist, and both of you flushed and panting.
silence stretched for three agonizing seconds.
yuji’s eyes widened so much it was almost comical, his jaw dropping as he stared between the two of you. his gaze flickered to megumi, then to you, then back to megumi again, like his brain was desperately trying to process what he was seeing.
"FUSHIGURO?!" the pink-haired guy shrieked, his voice hitting a pitch only dogs could hear. "OHHOHO! MY MAN! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE LIKE THAT.”
nobara blinked, her expression caught somewhere between unimpressed and genuinely surprised. without saying a word, she reached over and snatched a bag of chips from the arm of yuji’s overloaded stash. she let out a dramatic sigh, followed by an exaggerated gag, as if she had just witnessed something truly unbearable.
"seriously. in the living room? have some shame, fushiguro. some of us wanted to actually watch the movie, not a live demonstration of your repressed horniness."
megumi narrowed his eyes a little, his face turning a shade of crimson that rivaled a tomato. he slowly let go of your hoodie and collapsed forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a long, muffled groan of pure, unadulterated embarrassment.
"jus’ get out," he managed to choke out, his voice muffled by your skin.
"WAIT. hold on!" yuji burst out, suddenly far more invested than anyone expected. his eyes practically sparkled with curiosity as he leaned into the situation.
"do we need to leave? should we go get dinner? do you guys need a room? ‘cause i can help you find a room!"
"ouuut," megumi groaned, dragging the word out in pure annoyance. he finally looked over at them, his expression cold enough to make the room go quiet (though he was very much embarrassed). after reluctantly moving away from you, he raised his hands into a familiar stance, making it very clear he was considering using one of his shikigami.
“bruh.”
as nobara hauled a laughing yuji away, she looked back over her shoulder, calling out one final remark before the two of them vanished down the hallway, "clean up your act, megumi! and put some clothes on her!"
the room fell quiet once again, the only sound being the faint roll of the movie credits playing in the background. megumi remained still for a long moment, his forehead resting against yours as he slowly caught his breath, neither of you rushing to break the silence.
"i’m never gonna hear the end of it," he whispered.
you laughed softly, your hand moving up to smooth through his hair. "at least now they know there's more to you than the grumpy version they see in public."
megumi groaned again, leaning down to kiss you deeply, though the mood had shifted from primal to something more playful.
a very drunk frat!kuna tells you how much he adores his shy girlfriend
the frat parties at your university were insane. so much to the point, a lot of people considered it a party school, though, you always argued that they have excellent academic programs as well. those were overlooked the second the info for the next function was posted. your boyfriend and his friends were hosting one and he wanted you there with him. you complied, only if there was something in it for you. he promised he’d make it up to you somehow, so here you were.
the music blared through the mansion, it was so loud you could feel each vibration thumping in your head. the air was heavy with the strong smell of alcohol and sweat. people were dancing, chatting, some even jumping into the pool. your boyfriend was no where to be found. you walked past a cluster of people in the kitchen playing beer pong. he wasn’t there. you searched upstairs, nothing. where did he go? did he abandon his own party?
you finally found him in a corner by the side door, leaning against the wall as he stared out the window. you snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. he jumped and immediately gaping at you in horror.
“woahhhh there. please watch it. please,” he slurred. you blinked at him, confused.
“what do you mean?”
he didn’t even bother sparing you another glance. “i have a girlfriend. so respectfully, keep your hands to yourself.”
you snorted and stared at him in disbelief. was this some sort of prank?
“where is this girlfriend of yours?” you asked sarcastically.
“i dunno, she went off somewhere. i’ve been looking for her actually, miss her.” he frowned, eyebrows knitting together in disappointment. you were amazed at his commitment to this bit. surely he was just poking fun at you, right?
“i miss smelling her hair. she doesn’t know it, but her smell always smells really, really nice.” he rubbed his eye and yawned. “fuck it, i could sniff her nice smell alll day.”
“ah yes, you could sniff her nice smell and smell it forever.” you repeated in disbelief . you’ve never actually seen sukuna drunk before. he was quite the prankster it seemed like.
he squinted at you before grunting. “is something funny? are you making fun of my girlfriend?” he asked pointedly. you giggled before you realized he was dead serious. this wasn’t some prank he was playing, he genuinely thought he was talking to some stranger. who was making fun of his girlfriend. and her smell. which was apparently nice.
“no no, of course not. in fact, tell me more about her.” you replied, keeping your voice light. this was a chance to see how he really viewed you. who knew, maybe he liked you outside or your nice smell.
“she’s so cute. you know, she’s my tutor too. funny how that worked out. i was supposed to be bringing my grades up, but i walked out with a wholeee new distraction.” he sighed happily. “wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“oh?”
he nodded, eyes looking off on the distance dreamily. “she’s a little shy, yeah, but when she gets comfortable with you… damn it’s the best. i’d sell my left kidney to see her right now.”
“sell…your left kidney?” …what? how did he jump to selling kidneys?
“right is fine too. i’m not very picky.” he shrugged.
“that’s not what i—nevermind.” you shook your head. it was pointless to reason with him now. he was still staring off like a little lover boy deep in thought, not realizing the girl he was yearning for was right in front of him.
“no one could everrr come close to her,” he declared, words slurring even more now. “or her nice smell.”
“bummer.” you deadpanned. “want me to help you find her?”
his eyes lit up and he turned his head to look at you, really look at you for the first time in the conversation. he froze as it all dawned on him.
“hello ‘kuna. guess you found me?” blush crept up on his ears as he averted his gaze.
“shut up,” he muttered. “i didn’t know.” it was like the embarrassment alone sobered him up.
“i know. you were too busy staring off in the distance and yapping about how amazing i am.” you giggled as the blush rose to his cheeks and he sighed.
“i’m never gonna hear the end of this, will i?”
“nope! take whatever you were planning before, and double it. no—” you smile grew even wider. “triple it.”
he sighed and wrapped his arm around you and buried his nose in your hair. “yes ma’am.”
you grinned at him. “that’s more like it.” he grunted in response and you froze. “sukuna, are you sniffing me right now?”
could you possibly do bf!megumi and reader and they’re like making out but plot twist yuji, nobara, (could be anybody as well) walks in on them.. 👀
making out with your favorite boy twt link
♯ megumi fushiguro x reader
the movie had been playing for nearly half an hour, but the plot had long since faded into a blur of colors and distant sounds. the flickering light of the television cast long, dancing shadows across the living room, but the only thing you were focused on was the heavy, comforting weight of megumi pinned against you.
he was sprawled on top of you, his chest pressing firmly against yours, pinning you deep into the soft cushions of the couch. what had started as a few soft, tentative kisses had spiraled into something far more urgent.
megumi wasn't usually the one to initiate with aggression; he was quiet, measured, and calm. but there was a hidden intensity to him, a desire that only came out when it was just the two of you. his hands, usually so steady, were trembling slightly as they slid beneath the hem of the oversized hoodie you were wearing. his hoodie. he had pushed the fabric up slowly, inch by inch, until it bunched right under your breasts, leaving your torso bare to the cool air of the room.
you let out a shaky breath, your skin prickling with anticipation. "gumi.." you whimpered, the sound barely more than a whisper.
he didn't answer with words. instead, he shifted his weight, his hips aligning perfectly with yours. he was still in his sweatpants, and as he pressed down, he began to slowly, deliberately grind his dick against your cunt. the friction of the thick grey fabric against the thin, delicate lace of your panties was just perfect, sending jolts of heat straight to your core and his.
"fuuuck..." he breathed, a quiet curse slipping through gritted teeth. his brows furrowed as his eyes flickered downward, lingering only a moment before returning to yours.
you gasped, slightly arching your back to meet him, your legs instinctively wrapping tight around his waist to pull him closer, wanting to erase every millimeter of space between you.
"you're so warm," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to echo in your chest. he shifted again, a slow, circular roll of his hips that made you moan a bit louder, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back, pulling him down.
"don’t stop— i’ve been thinking about this all day," you whispered, tilting your head back to give him better access to your throat. "please, megumi."
he let out a shaky breath, his composure finally beginning to crack.
one of his hands slid down from your ribs, tracing the curve of your hip with a possessive grip before slipping lower. he cupped the swell of your ass, squeezing firmly, pulling your pelvis flush against his hardness. meanwhile, his other hand wandered upward, his thumb grazing the underside of your breast, teasing the nipple until it peaked, sending a shiver through your entire frame.
"missed you all day," he confessed, his voice dropping to a needy, private whisper. megumi pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes clouded with a mixture of need and deep affection.
"i couldn't stop thinking about you. about how you'd look in my clothes.. about how you'd feel under me."
he leaned down, peppering a trail of hot, wet kisses along your jawline and down the sensitive column of your neck.
"you’re always so sweet to me," you breathed with a small giggle, cheeks warming ever so slightly.
megumi groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin.
“good.”
he shifted again, his grind becoming more insistent, more demanding. and while he was still maintaining that calm, steady rhythm, the pressure he was applying to your clit through the lace was becoming unbearable in the best way possible.
"is this okay?" he asked, his voice barely audible, though his hips didn't stop their slow, torturous movement
"it's perfect. don't stop," you pleaded, your hands slowly leaving his back and threading through his messy, spiky hair, tugging slightly to bring his lips back to yours.
when he finally kissed you again, it wasn't the soft kiss from before; it was deep and full of pure affection. his tongue quickly swept into your mouth, continuing to rub himself against you. simultaneously, he slid one of his hands upward from your waist. he didn't grip hard, but he settled his palm firmly against the front of your throat.
it wasn't a choke, nor was it meant to hurt; it was a grounding weight, a steady pressure that kept your head pinned back against the cushion. it was a silent, calm statement, a reminder that despite the chaos of the pleasure swirling around you, he was the one guiding this.
you let out a muffled moan into his mouth, your throat vibrating under his palm.
eventually, megumi broke the kiss, his breathing heavy and ragged. the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your neck traveled down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your lace panties.
“can i?”
“mmh..”
the corners of his lips lifted into a faint smile against you, lingering for only a second before fading into a soft, acknowledging hum. he didn't pull your panties off immediately; instead, he slid two long fingers underneath the lace, finding your soaking wet folds.
“you’re already so wet and all i did was kiss you, pretty.”
you let out a loud, sharp moan, your hips jerking upward. "d— don’t tease me."
"patience," he muttered, though he sounded like he was struggling with his own advice. he began to circle your clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure while his other hand moved down to grip your thigh, holding you steady.
“oooh god— don’t stop! ‘m so close, megs!”
"so sensitive," he let out a quiet snicker, the corners of his lips tugging upward. he silently reminded himself that he needed to start spending more physical time with you.
megumi continued to watch your face, then leaned down to kiss away the tears of pleasure pricking your eyes, a small huff slipping from his lips afterwards at the feeling of your hand rubbing his dick through his sweatpants.
“yeah? right there? tell me i’m doing good.”
“such a good boy for me! hah— missed you sososo bad. god— i— i’m cumming—”
"there we go," he breathed against your lips, his hand slipping out from your panties within seconds as he finally reached for the drawstring of his sweatpants, determined to finally feel skin on skin.
SLAM!
the front door burst open with a loud crash, immediately followed by the unmistakable sound of two very familiar voices bickering at full volume.
"bro. i'm telling you, kugisaki! the spicy chips are objectively better than the honey butter ones!" yuji's voice carried through the house, full of unwavering confidence despite how ridiculous the argument was.
"shut up, idiot! the honey butter ones are a delicacy!" nobara retorted, her voice carrying through the house as she shoved past yuji, who was balancing an impressive number of snack bags in his arms.
“said no one ever in this entire fucking world.”
“itadori, you test my patience ev—”
they then stopped dead in their tracks, the argument dying instantly as their attention shifted towards you two.
the scene was incriminating: megumi half hovering over you, your hoodie pushed up to your chest, your legs still wrapped firmly around his waist, and both of you flushed and panting.
silence stretched for three agonizing seconds.
yuji’s eyes widened so much it was almost comical, his jaw dropping as he stared between the two of you. his gaze flickered to megumi, then to you, then back to megumi again, like his brain was desperately trying to process what he was seeing.
"FUSHIGURO?!" the pink-haired guy shrieked, his voice hitting a pitch only dogs could hear. "OHHOHO! MY MAN! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE LIKE THAT.”
nobara blinked, her expression caught somewhere between unimpressed and genuinely surprised. without saying a word, she reached over and snatched a bag of chips from the arm of yuji’s overloaded stash. she let out a dramatic sigh, followed by an exaggerated gag, as if she had just witnessed something truly unbearable.
"seriously. in the living room? have some shame, fushiguro. some of us wanted to actually watch the movie, not a live demonstration of your repressed horniness."
megumi narrowed his eyes a little, his face turning a shade of crimson that rivaled a tomato. he slowly let go of your hoodie and collapsed forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a long, muffled groan of pure, unadulterated embarrassment.
"jus’ get out," he managed to choke out, his voice muffled by your skin.
"WAIT. hold on!" yuji burst out, suddenly far more invested than anyone expected. his eyes practically sparkled with curiosity as he leaned into the situation.
"do we need to leave? should we go get dinner? do you guys need a room? ‘cause i can help you find a room!"
"ouuut," megumi groaned, dragging the word out in pure annoyance. he finally looked over at them, his expression cold enough to make the room go quiet (though he was very much embarrassed). after reluctantly moving away from you, he raised his hands into a familiar stance, making it very clear he was considering using one of his shikigami.
“bruh.”
as nobara hauled a laughing yuji away, she looked back over her shoulder, calling out one final remark before the two of them vanished down the hallway, "clean up your act, megumi! and put some clothes on her!"
the room fell quiet once again, the only sound being the faint roll of the movie credits playing in the background. megumi remained still for a long moment, his forehead resting against yours as he slowly caught his breath, neither of you rushing to break the silence.
"i’m never gonna hear the end of it," he whispered.
you laughed softly, your hand moving up to smooth through his hair. "at least now they know there's more to you than the grumpy version they see in public."
megumi groaned again, leaning down to kiss you deeply, though the mood had shifted from primal to something more playful.
your boyfriend always gets flustered when you kiss his neck
megumi is incredibly touch deprived, especially so around his neck and throat.
obviously, you love using that fact to your advantage.
and as much as he protests that he hates it, he and you both know that he loves it.
the other night, you two were laying in his bed as he went on a nerdy rant about pokemon. his arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, your head resting against his chest.
despite how much you love hearing him talk about subjects he was passionate about, you were growing a little bored of his chatter and decided to tease him a little.
you tilted your head up, pressing soft, slow kisses to the side of his neck, and the sensitive spots around his ear.
“so it’s- ah.. i mean, th-the water types and fire types- uh..” megumi stammers quietly, entire train of thought completely wrecked.
he feels you grin against his skin, amused with yourself. “quit it.” he mumbles.
you hum, innocently glancing up at him. “mm, sorry. what were you saying?” you ask, smiling sweetly.
“you don’t care.” he grumbles, not looking at you.
“don’t say that.” you lower your head to his neck again, gently mouthing at his soft skin.
he releases a soft, shaky breath, voice low and controlled. “… if you wanted me to pay attention to you, you coulda just said.”
you don’t reply, continuing to gently suck at his neck, trailing down to his collarbone. he shivers, bringing a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there.
“feels good.” he murmurs, voice a low vibration in your ear.
you just smile, satisfied in knowing that your boyfriend would melt for you at such an easy touch.
♡ summary: after two terrible days, all you want is to use your boyfriend as a mattress. unfortunately for you, gojo satoru is very easily distracted.
♡ warnings: 18+ mdni • explicit sexual content • established relationship • oral (f!receiving) • multiple orgasms • piv sex • praise • possessive language • dirty talk • creampie • fluff
♡ author’s note: this was inspired by a post from @silentlunarkiss based on this fanart 😭 i screenshotted it immediately because i knew i wanted to write it, then somehow lost the original post before i could tag them. finally found them again!! ♡
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The apartment is quiet when you finally drag yourself through the door, your work bag feeling like it weighs a thousand pounds. Your feet are killing you, your brain is fried, and all you want is to collapse into bed and not move for approximately twelve hours.
You kick off your shoes and shuffle down the hallway, already pulling your hair out of the bun you'd done up that morning, now mostly falling out on its own. The bedroom door is cracked open, and when you push it wider, you find exactly what you were hoping for.
Satoru is sprawled across the bed like a starfish, still wearing his teaching clothes—black pants and a rumpled button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His blindfold is tossed carelessly on the nightstand, and his white hair is an absolute disaster, sticking up in every direction like he's been running his hands through it all day. His eyes are closed, one arm thrown over his face.
He looks as exhausted as you feel.
"Rough day?" you ask, and he groans without moving.
"The first years tried to fight a curse three grades above their level because Yuji said it 'looked easy,'" he mumbles into his arm. "I had to bail them out. Again. Then Megumi and Nobara got into an argument about mission protocol that somehow turned into a full-blown screaming match about who ate whose leftovers from the fridge. I had to separate them like they were toddlers."
Despite your exhaustion, you snort. "Sounds about right."
"And then," he continues, finally moving his arm to peek at you with one brilliant blue eye, "Yaga cornered me about paperwork I was supposed to file last week. Do you know how much I hate paperwork?"
"I'm aware." You're already moving toward the bed, unbuttoning your work pants. "You complain about it literally every time."
"Because it's the worst. I'm the strongest sorcerer alive. I shouldn't have to file incident reports."
"Mm-hmm, very tragic." You shimmy out of your pants and leave them in a heap on the floor—a problem for future you. Your blouse follows, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. "My day was also shit, for the record."
"Yeah?" He's watching you now with lazy interest, too tired to even sit up but still tracking your movements.
"My boss is an idiot, the coffee machine broke, I had to sit through a two-hour meeting that could've been an email, and Janet from accounting passive-aggressively cc'd the entire department on an email about someone stealing her lunch. Which, for the record, I didn't do, but she definitely thinks I did based on the way she was glaring at me."
"Want me to hollow purple Janet from accounting?" he offers, completely serious.
"Tempting, but no." You crawl onto the bed and without ceremony, flop directly on top of him, your full weight pressing him into the mattress. You bury your face in his chest with a long, dramatic groan. "I'm dead. This is me, dead."
"Hi, dead. I'm also dead." His arms come around you automatically, wrapping you up even though you're both too tired to really move. "We're both corpses now. This is our life."
"Our death," you correct, muffled against his shirt.
"Our death," he agrees solemnly.
For a moment, you just lie there, breathing in sync. He smells like his cologne mixed with the faint scent of the training grounds—sweat and grass and something distinctly him. It's comforting in a way you can't quite articulate. This exhausted, collapsed-together moment feels like home.
His hand starts moving on your back, slow and gentle, rubbing up and down your spine. It feels incredible, and you make an embarrassing sound of contentment that you'll deny later.
"You're tense as hell," he murmurs, fingers working at a knot between your shoulder blades.
"You try dealing with Janet's accusatory emails and see how relaxed you are," you mumble, but you're already melting into his touch.
"I'd just block her."
"You can't block coworkers, Satoru."
"You can if you're powerful enough." His hand slides lower, still rubbing your back, and you feel some of the day's tension starting to ease. "This okay?"
"It's perfect. You're my favorite human pillow."
"Just human pillow? Not devastatingly handsome boyfriend who you're lucky to have?"
"That's implied," you say, but you're smiling against his chest.
His other hand joins the first, both of them working at your tired muscles, and you honest-to-god almost start purring. This is exactly what you needed. Just this—him, the quiet apartment, his hands on you, the weight of the day slowly lifting.
But then his hands start to wander.
It's subtle at first. His fingers drift from your back to your sides, tracing the curve of your waist. Then lower, skimming over your hips. And then—
He grabs your ass. Both hands, full handfuls, squeezing appreciatively.
"Really?" you ask, lifting your head to look at him. "We're both dead, remember? Corpses don't grope."
"I'm a very motivated corpse." He squeezes again, shameless, and there's a grin tugging at his lips now. "Can't help it. You're lying on top of me in your underwear. What did you expect?"
"Self-control? Restraint? Basic human decency?"
"Baby, you know me better than that." His hands are still kneading your ass, and despite your sass, you can feel heat starting to pool low in your belly. "Besides, you love it."
"I love that you can't even wait until we've recovered from our respective terrible days before getting handsy?"
"Exactly." He's fully grinning now, that cocky, insufferable grin that makes you want to kiss him and smack him at the same time. "Your ass is the best stress relief. It's science."
"That's not science, you idiot."
"It's my science."
You snort, but you're not moving away. His hands are warm and familiar, and honestly, after the day you've had, this isn't the worst thing in the world. You let your head drop back to his chest, eyes drifting closed.
"Comfortable?" he asks, voice softer now.
"Mmm," you hum in agreement. "Don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it."
For a while, it's just quiet. His hands keep moving—sometimes squeezing, sometimes just resting there, thumbs drawing lazy circles. You can hear his heartbeat under your ear, steady and strong. The tension in your shoulders is almost completely gone now, replaced by a different kind of warmth, something slower and heavier.
You're half-asleep when you feel it—the unmistakable hardness pressing against your hip.
"Satoru," you mumble, not even opening your eyes.
"Hmm?"
"Are you seriously getting hard right now?"
There's a pause. Then he says, "...Maybe."
You lift your head to look at him, one eyebrow raised. He has the decency to look slightly sheepish, but there's heat in his eyes now, that familiar hunger that never really goes away when it comes to you.
"We were having a nice moment."
"We still are."
"You've got a boner."
"I do…That doesn't cancel the nice moment."
You stare at him for another second before letting out a laugh.
"Seriously?"
"What?"
"I come home exhausted, use you as a human mattress for ten minutes, and somehow I'm the problem?"
"You are absolutely the problem."
"I literally haven't done anything."
"You climbed on top of me, got all comfy, made that little happy humming noise, and then fell asleep on my chest."
"I hummed?"
"You hummed."
"I don't hum."
"You do when you're really comfortable."
You narrow your eyes. "I've never noticed that."
"I have."
You glare at him.
"…Baby." He exhales dramatically, like he's carrying the weight of the world. "You're makin' me so hard."
You snort. "You're unbelievable."
"I'm trying to be respectful."
"Are you?"
Silence.
"…No." He grins without an ounce of shame. "Not really."
Despite yourself, you laugh again, dropping your forehead back against his shoulder.
"You're ridiculous."
"I know."
His arms tighten around you just a little. "But you look so comfortable."
His voice is quieter now. "So happy."
You burrow your face further into his shoulder.
"…I like when you're like this."
You feel yourself smile before you can stop it. "You're such a sap."
"Only for you."
There's a comfortable silence. Then his hands drift just a little bit lower again.
"…Okay," you mumble. "Now you're definitely not being respectful."
"No." He gives your ass another shameless squeeze. "I'm definitely not."
Before you can respond, he's sitting up, keeping you in his lap, and capturing your mouth in a kiss that's hungry and demanding. You can taste his desperation, feel it in the way his hands grip you like he's afraid you're going to disappear.
When he pulls back, his lips are already swollen, his eyes are dark with want. "I need to taste you," he says, and it's not a request. "Get up here."
"Up where—"
But he's already moving, sliding down the bed and pulling you with him. "On my face. Come on."
"Satoru—"
"Please." And there it is, that needy edge that makes your stomach flip. "I've been thinking about this all day. About you sitting on my face, riding my tongue until you come. Please, baby. I need it."
How are you supposed to say no to that?
"You're ridiculous," you say, but you're already moving, letting him position you. He's lying flat on his back now, looking up at you with such raw want that it makes you shiver.
"Not ridiculous. Desperate." His hands come up to grip your thighs, pulling you forward. "Now stop stalling and sit on my face."
"Bossy," you mutter, but you're lowering yourself down, and then—
"Oh fuck," you gasp as his tongue makes contact, sliding through your folds in one long, deliberate stroke.
He groans under you, the vibration going straight to your core, and his hands tighten on your thighs. "That's it," he mumbles against you. "Right there. Don't move."
But you're already moving, you can't help it, grinding down against his mouth as he licks and sucks and devours you like a man starving. His grip on your thighs is almost bruising, holding you exactly where he wants you, and when you try to lift up, worried about suffocating him, about being too much—he just pulls you back down harder.
"Satoru—"
"Stay," he demands, voice muffled. He pulls his face back to look up at you. "Fuck my face. Come on, baby, I can take it. Give it to me." Then he lowers his mouth to you again.
It's obscene, the wet sounds of his mouth on you, the way he's completely lost in it. His tongue circles your clit, then dips inside you, then back to your clit, and you're already shaking, already so close.
"That's it," he encourages, and you can hear the smugness in his voice even now. "You're dripping, baby. such a mess on my face."
"Shut—up," you gasp, but there's no heat in it because he's right—you can feel how wet you are, can feel it on his chin, his lips, and it should be embarrassing but it's just hot.
"Make me," he challenges, and then he's sucking your clit into his mouth, hard, and you cry out.
Your hands fly to the headboard, gripping the edge to steady yourself as the pleasure intensifies. You start to really move now, riding his face with purpose, and he moans underneath you like this is exactly what he wanted all along.
"Fuck, yes," he groans against you, the vibration making you gasp. "Just like that. Use me, baby. Take what you need."
His hands guide your hips, encouraging the rhythm, and his tongue is relentless—circling, flicking, pressing flat against you in a way that makes your thighs shake. You can feel yourself getting closer, that coil of heat tightening in your belly.
"Satoru, I'm—fuck—"
"Do it," he demands, voice rough. "Come on my face.”
His tongue flicks rapidly over your clit, and that's all it takes. Your orgasm crashes through you in waves, pleasure rolling through your entire body. You're grinding down against his mouth, riding it out, and he's groaning underneath you like this is the best thing that's ever happened to him.
When you finally come down, shaking and oversensitive, you try to move off him, but his hands tighten on your thighs.
"Not yet," he mumbles, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, your hip bones, anywhere he can reach. "Just—give me a second. You taste so fucking good."
"You're gonna kill me," you pant, but you're smiling.
But he's already diving back in, and you gasp as his tongue finds your clit again. Your whole body jolts at the sensitivity, but he doesn't let up—he's relentless, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you steady as he works you over. The pleasure is almost too much, bordering on overwhelming, and you're already moaning his name.
"Satoru—fuck—it's too much—"
"I know, baby," he groans against you, the vibration sending another wave through you. "But you can take it."
He's eating you out like he's starving, like he can't get enough, and your whole body is shaking. Your hands grip the headboard tighter, your hips moving against his mouth almost involuntarily. The pleasure is building again, impossibly fast, and you're gasping and moaning as he works you toward another orgasm.
"Oh god—Satoru—I'm gonna—"
"That's it," he encourages, his tongue flicking faster.
Your second orgasm hits you like a wave, even more intense than the first, and you're crying out as pleasure crashes through you. Your thighs are shaking so hard you can barely hold yourself up, and he's groaning underneath you, clearly getting off on how much he's affecting you.
When you finally collapse, completely spent and oversensitive, he finally releases you, and you fall onto the bed next to him, breathing hard and trembling.
"And I'm dramatic?" He's grinning like he just won the lottery, his face wet, his hair a complete disaster. "That was—fuck. I love you, baby."
"You're insane," you say, but you're pulling him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.
"About you? Absolutely." His hands are already roaming again, cupping your face, then sliding down your sides. "But I'm not done with you yet."
"Oh really?"
"Really." He's kissing you again, slower this time, deeper. When he pulls back, there's something vulnerable in his expression beneath all the confidence. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Then show me," you challenge, and his eyes darken.
"Oh, baby."
He's fumbling with his pants, shoving them down along with his boxers, and his cock springs free—flushed and hard and already leaking. You reach for him, wrapping your hand around his length, and he hisses.
"Fuck, baby—"
"What?" You stroke him slowly, base to tip, and he's already trembling.
"Your hands—shit—they're so much smaller than mine. Look so good wrapped around my cock."
"Yeah?" you tease, giving him another slow stroke.
"Yeah." His voice is strained.
He gently removes your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm, and then he's pulling you against him. His arms wrap around you, one hand sliding up your back, the other gripping your hip possessively. You can feel him, hard and hot against your thigh, and he's just... holding you there.
"Satoru—"
"Give me a second," he murmurs, his voice already rough. His breathing is uneven against your neck, and you can feel the tension in his body—the way he's trying to maintain control. "Just—fuck—you feel so good.”
His hips shift slightly, and you feel the length of him drag against you—not entering, just the pressure of him sliding through your wetness. The friction makes you gasp, and he groans.
"There it is," he breathes. "That sound. The little gasp you make when I—" He does it again, a slow roll of his hips, grinding against you. "When I touch you just right."
"Satoru, please—"
"Please what?" His hand slides down to grip your ass, pulling you tighter against him. "Tell me what you want, baby."
"You know what I want."
"I do." Another slow grind, and you can feel how wet you are, how easily he slides against you. "But I wanna hear you say it. Love the way your voice gets all breathy when you're desperate for me."
"You're killing me—"
"Good." He's kissing your neck now, teeth grazing your pulse point. "You've been killing me all day. All week. Every time you look at me with those eyes, every time you smile at me like I'm the only person in the world—fuck, baby, you have no idea."
His voice is shaking now, and you realize he's not teasing anymore—he's barely holding on. The head of his cock catches at your entrance, and you both freeze.
"I can't—" His forehead drops to your shoulder. "I can't think straight around you. Can't control myself. You just—you exist, and I'm gone."
"Then stop trying to control it," you whisper, and you feel him shudder.
"Fuck." He shifts, lining himself up properly, and then he's pushing in—slowly, so slowly. The stretch is intense, pleasure edged with the sweetest hint of pressure as he fills you inch by inch. "Fuck, baby. You feel so good. So tight. So perfect."
"Satoru—"
"I know. I've got you." He's only halfway in, taking his time, letting you adjust. His forehead is still pressed to your shoulder, and you can feel how much restraint this is taking him—the way his muscles are tense, the way his breath comes in short gasps. "You're taking me so well. You always take me so well."
Finally, finally, he's fully seated inside you, and you both just breathe for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of being completely connected.
"Okay?" he asks, lifting his head to look at you.
"Yes baby," you manage. "You can move.”
"Thank fuck." He pulls out slowly, almost all the way, and then thrusts back in. The drag of his cock against your walls makes you gasp, and he groans. "That sound. Fuck, I love that sound."
He sets a steady rhythm, deep and deliberate, each thrust making you feel impossibly full. His hands are everywhere—cupping your face, tangling in your hair, gripping your hips—like he can't decide where he wants to touch you most.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, watching your face. "All flushed and breathless. The way your eyes get all hazy when I'm inside you—fuck, it drives me crazy."
"Satoru—"
"I love you so much." His voice is rough with emotion now, not just desire. "Love everything about you. The way you feel, the way you look at me, the way you let me have you like this—"
"I love you too," you gasp, and his hips stutter.
His eyes squeeze shut for a moment, and when he opens them again, there's something raw there.
"Say it again."
"I love you."
"Fuck." His pace falters, becomes less controlled. "You can't—you can't just say it like that when I'm inside you. You're gonna—shit—"
"You feel so good," you tell him, cupping his face. "So perfect. You always make me feel so good."
His breath catches, and suddenly he's kissing you desperately, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, less measured.
"You're everything," he gasps against your mouth. "Everything to me. The way you trust me, the way you look at me like I'm—fuck, baby, I can't—"
"You are," you insist, and his composure cracks completely.
"Fuck—" He's moving faster now, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. "Love how you fit around me. Like you were made for me. Like we were made for each other."
"We were," you gasp, and his eyes flash with something fierce and possessive.
"Damn right we were." He shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly every thrust is devastating. "There it is. That's the spot, isn't it?"
"Yes—fuck—right there—"
"I know, baby. I know." His voice is breaking now, emotion and desire tangled together. "Gonna make you come again. Wanna watch your face when you—fuck—when you come because of me."
The pleasure is building so quickly you can barely breathe. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, his back, trying to anchor yourself as he drives into you again and again.
"That's it," he encourages, watching your face like he's memorizing it. "I can feel you getting tighter. You're close, aren't you? So fucking close."
"Don't stop—"
"Never." One of his hands slides between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel it. Let me see you."
The combination of his cock hitting that perfect spot and his thumb on your clit is too much. Your orgasm hits you hard, pleasure crashing through you in waves that make your whole body tense and shake. You're clenching around him, and he groans at the sensation.
"Fuck, yes," he breathes, still moving, fucking you through it. "That's it. That's my girl. You're so good. So beautiful. Fuck, I love you so much."
When you finally start to come down, gasping and trembling, you expect him to follow you over the edge. But instead, he slows his movements, pressing soft kisses to your face.
"Satoru—"
"Not done with you yet," he murmurs against your lips.
Before you can respond, he's pulling out and lifting your legs, draping them over his shoulders. The new position opens you up completely, and when he pushes back in, he's somehow even deeper than before.
"Oh fuck—" you gasp, and he groans.
"There we go." He starts moving again, and this angle is devastating. Every thrust feels impossibly deep, hitting places that make your toes curl. "How's that, baby? That good?"
"Yes—fuck—Satoru—"
"I love you so much," he says, his voice rough. "You know that? I'm never letting you go. You're mine. Always gonna be mine."
"Yours," you agree breathlessly, and something in his expression goes even more intense.
"That's right." His thrusts are harder now, more purposeful. "Gonna take care of you. Gonna make you feel so good. Gonna love you for the rest of my life."
His hand moves to your stomach, pressing down, and suddenly his eyes go wide. He can feel himself inside you, the bulge of his cock with each thrust, and something feral takes over his expression.
"Holy shit," he breathes, completely mesmerized. His hand traces the outline, feeling himself move in and out of you, and he starts fucking you even harder, unable to look away. "Look at that. Look at you taking me so deep."
You're already building toward another orgasm, the intensity of this angle and his words and the way he's looking at you like you're the most incredible thing he's ever seen—it's all too much.
He's transfixed, watching his cock disappear inside you again and again, feeling the movement under his palm. His breathing is ragged, his movements becoming more frantic.
"Can you feel that, baby?" he asks breathlessly, his voice completely wrecked. "Fuck—I'm so fucking deep—you feel that?"
You look up at him with half-shut glazed eyes, your mouth parted open, completely fucked out. "Yes—fuck—yes, Satoru, I feel it—"
He groans at the sight of you—at how thoroughly wrecked you look, at the way you're falling apart beneath him. "You're so hot. So fucking hot. The way you look right now—fuck—I'm obsessed with you."
He's fucking you harder now, more urgently, his hand still on your stomach feeling himself move inside you with each thrust. The visual seems to drive him wild, and his movements become almost desperate.
"Come for me again," he demands, his other hand finding your oversensitive clit. "I know you can. I know you've got one more in you. Come on, baby. Give it to me."
"Satoru—I can't—it's too much—"
"You can." His thumb presses harder, circling your clit. "You can, baby. I need you to.”
The pleasure is building impossibly fast, almost painful in its intensity. You're so sensitive from your first two orgasms that every thrust, every touch feels magnified.
"That's it," he encourages, watching your face. "I can see it. You're right there. Just let go, baby.”
His voice is breaking, his control completely shattered, and then something raw escapes from him.
"I want you—" His hips snap forward harder. "Fuck—want all of you.”
His composure finally snaps.
"They've been on my ass my whole life about the bloodline. About heirs. About duty." Another hard thrust, his voice is cracking. "And I never—fuck—never wanted it."
He's breathing hard, almost gasping between words.
"Not until you."
His forehead drops closer to yours, his movements becoming more frantic.
"Only you. Want to marry you—want to wake up to you every day—want to call you my wife and—ah—know you're mine—"
Your orgasm crashes through you even harder, triggered by his words, by the desperation in his voice, by the sight of him completely undone above you. You're clenching around him so tight he gasps, your whole body shaking with the intensity.
"Fuck, yes—" He's just… staring at you, still moving, still feeling himself inside you. "So beautiful—The way your face—the way you sound—fuck—"
The sight of you completely wrecked under him, the feeling of you clenching around him, the way you gasp his name—it pushes him over the edge.
"Ah—fuck—fuck—fuuckk—" He buries himself as deep as he can go and comes hard, spilling into you in hot pulses. His whole body shudders with the intensity of it, and you can feel him throbbing inside you, can feel the warmth spreading.
He collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you but clearly boneless. For a while, you just breathe together, sweaty and satisfied.
"Holy shit," you mumble.
"Yeah." He's pressing kisses all over your face—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips. He can’t seem to stop touching you, his hands running over your skin like he needs the contact. "You're amazing. Incredible. Best girlfriend in the entire world."
"Best girlfriend, or best pussy?" you tease, and he pulls back to look at you with mock offense.
"Both. Definitely both." He's grinning now, that soft, genuine smile that he only gives you. "But mostly you. I love you. Like, so much. An embarrassing amount."
"I love you too, you needy disaster."
"Your needy disaster," he corrects, and he's still touching you, hands running over your skin like he can't bear to stop. "Mine now. No takebacks."
"Wouldn't dream of it," you say softly, and you mean it.
He pulls you closer, tucking you against his chest, and you can hear his heartbeat starting to slow. The exhaustion from earlier is creeping back in, but it's different now—satisfied, content, the good kind of tired.
"We should probably shower," you murmur, but you're already half-asleep.
"Later," he mumbles into your hair. "Right now I just wanna hold you."
"Clingy."
"Yep." He doesn't even sound ashamed. "You're stuck with me. Forever. Hope you're ready for that."
"I think I can manage," you say, smiling against his chest.
And as you drift off in his arms, you think that yeah… you can definitely manage. This ridiculous, needy, perfect man is yours, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · pussy so good, sukuna taps in (longer ver.)
Loving Yūji comes with a package deal you don't necessarily know how to deal with. Granted, you've known and loved him first before this entire ordeal even happened and blew up — it still is a matter of when and never an if, per se, when it comes to his special situation.
However, as with everything else, his predicament doesn't truly stop either of you from being intimate around each other. But where Yūji excels in self-control against what's residing within him, it appears that the majority of that said will, if not everything, is thrown out the window the second you go and beg to be fucked.
And fucked real good. Or badly. Whichever way one wishes to put it.
Maybe that's partly on you, or him, or even both of your asses to blame. But, really? Can you blame yourself when Yūji looks stupidly hot all the damn time? Stupidly, massively hot and bothered?
Especially when he wears a simple white shirt which accentuates how broad he is everywhere, when he looks like his brain stops functioning and he's looking at you with only the thought of fucking you bone-dry, and his dick decides to run on autopilot and take him to a blissful place right between your thighs.
Yes, can you really blame anyone with how immaculate he is?
"So tight, baby," Yūji says between clenched teeth.
A vein appears in the middle of his forehead, contemplating whether he should start moving and ram his cock all the way in or give you a chance to adjust to his girth first.
"Ah, Yūji," you whine, "just go in. Stop teasing."
"T-Teasing? I'm not teasing, sweetheart." He manages to choke an incredulous and breathy laugh at your whining. "You think this is easy for me, too?"
You playfully slap his muscled arm. "Shut up! You know what I mean!"
"Damn, even after all that," Yūji grits. "Even after all the sex we had every night, you're still tight."
With a shuddering exhale, Yūji grinds forward, pressing himself deeper into your petaled hole until you whine and drag your nails up and down his back and coax him closer.
"Oh, yes, baby. Shit —yes, yes, — yes," he incessantly babbles. "You're sucking me in completely. I could come right here — shhiiit!"
His lips head for yours and capture you in a heartbeat. Your nails move towards the front where you lift the hem of his shirt to feel his toned stomach. A languid moan erupts from your throat, and Yūji relishes swallowing your sounds.
His name echoes past your lips soon after he breaks contact. Each drawl of the consonant you utter is like a song of reverent praise that effectively shuts him up.
"You're taking me so well." He whispers, eyes glazed. "Such a good girl you are for me."
"Baby," you whine again, locking your legs around his waist.
"I know, I know." Yūji moans at the feeling, more so when he feels your teeth tease the crook of his neck.
It's intoxicating; it leaves his fogged-up brain even more fogged, and it's taking him greater lengths to fight through both of your horniness to keep himself at a steady, level pace for you. Otherwise, you'd probably be limping for days, even resort to crawling if you need to get to point B.
Hell . . . that doesn't sound bad at all.
"Oh, baby, please don't do that. You know I'm sensitive there." He lightly scolds you, pulling at your hair in warning.
"But you taste so good, though."
He supposes if he's going to fuck you the way he wants to, how long he intends to, and the way you let him, then he's not going to deny you what you want to do with him, too.
In fact, if he isn't so gung-ho with you and your immaculate pussy that's still sucking him in greedily as he continues to stretch you, and if he didn't let his dick dictate his decisions, then he would most definitely relish the prospect of you dominating him.
Oh, because if you only know, Yūji would definitely submit to you. Maybe right now you'd possibly doubt that he would, given that he always wishes to be inside you or put you in positions you didn't think you could and do this or that for him. But honest to God, if you tell him to be on his hands and knees for you, he will get that shit done pronto. Put a collar on him or whatever — he doesn't care. Everything you could do to him screams sexy and a lot of sex. So, who is he to refuse that?
"Harder," you find yourself begging him, "please. Yes — yes, right there!"
Yūji's arms that are propped on either side of you buckle before quickly rebalancing himself enough to take most of his weight off of you. "Shh, Fushiguro might hear us. You don't want that, noh?"
"Then he should cover his ears!" You rebuke teasingly. "He knows better. Isn't he the smartest of the bunch here? Come on! He should put his brain to work. Chop, chop, Megumi!"
"S-Stop! Don't make me laugh right now." Yūji bites his lips. "I'm really horny, and I don't want to be un-horny because I'm thinking about other stuff that isn't you."
"Sorry, I'm sorry," You apologize, but it turns into a chuckle because you didn't think you'd be thinking about it, too.
"Relax for me," Yūji attempts to bring the mood back, salvaging what's left of it from your silly, little antics. "That's it, baby. Ease into me again."
Yūji's hold around your thighs changes until your legs rest upon his shoulders, and he pounds against you like an animal in heat. From this new position, his cock sinks further. Skin slaps against skin. While your breathing becomes coarse and ragged, Yūji sounds the same except for minuscule groans of pleasure now and then.
Then, he folds you in half, situates himself a little higher, and pistons his cock back in. You haven't realized you're drooling until he licks the sides of your face.
"Open your mouth." He says, and when you do, he spits twice. "Swallow."
There's a trail of saliva connecting you two when he pulls back. His eyes, however, are transfixed heavily upon the bulge that's appeared at the base of your stomach.
"Remind me to buy a mirror next time. I want you looking at yourself like this. It's so hot, I swear." Yūji drools. "You're so good, baby. So, so, good. Oh — fuck!"
Just when he spills inside of you, and you're about to come down with your first orgasm, another voice pierces through the solidity of the room and breaks your release easily as if he had done this countless times before.
"Enchain."
Suddenly the ceiling becomes the bed sheets as you are flipped onto your hands and knees. Your muffled confusion doesn't go unheard, but other pressing matters come first. Your hair has been forcibly fisted and yanked until your head is pulled back enough to see your lover covered in tattoos, and a vitriol laugh teases the shell of your ears.
"Yū —?"
"Brat's not here," Sukuna's voice rumbles deeply against your skin.
This is the first time he's ever graced you with his presence. You've heard stories of how Sukuna would frequently pop on Yūji's cheek or his hands whenever he's got something atrocious to say (especially towards your sensei and Megumi), but not once has he ever manifested and broken through Yūji like this before — and right in the middle of fucking, too.
"Heh," he yanks you closer, forcing you to look into his hungry eyes. The way he looks at you . . . as if you owe him the pleasure he has been denied for so long. "My vessel lost control. I want to know why."
Before you could have swung a cursed tool at him, to trap him within your cursed energy, enough to stall and call Megumi for help or anybody else should he decline, Sukuna slams your head against the bed and fucks you senselessly.
Is it to your imagination, or did Yūji's cock grow bigger? Because for some reason, when Sukuna thrusts into your hole, it's fuller. He is far more brutal and ornery with his movements, too.
"Take it all like you are meant to do."
This is wrong. This is terribly, insanely wrong. Here you are in the mercy of the sadistic curse, cackling like the bastard that he is that he found something to entice himself with, and yet . . . it's wrong to feel how good you're being fucked.
Sukuna nudges your legs with his knees to spread wider for him. His hands busy themselves by mockingly kneading your ass before slapping each cheek hard.
You yelp and bite the corner of the pillow hard. Unfortunately for you, Sukuna notices. He pulls you by the hair again, and tosses everything that would muffle your voice aside. There is a buzz of mischief you can feel swirling around his energy, but you can't decipher it all too well as he shoves you down to the mattress.
"Y-Yūji —"
"My name, brat —"
"—Y-Yūji, Y-Yū—"
"— I said my name." He slaps your sloppily wet clit.
Your back arches unknowingly to the sensation, and before you think twice about it, your body yields and your mouth muddles the name, "S-Sukuna!"
"Good, little one." He mutters sadistically, inhaling the scent of pheromones pumping out from you.
His hands are everywhere that he can touch you, and even when he couldn't reach parts of your body, Sukuna merely bends you to his will and lets himself have you any way he pleases. Since the brat's been constantly denying him of you, it's only right that Sukuna gets to have fun with you now.
He fondles your breasts. He pinches your clit. Your thighs are scraped in thin lines of blood that bring him more arousal. Your asshole is gaping at each tense movement he makes out of you. His canines sink to the thin skin of your neck so deeply, he can taste your blood, fueling him into a messy plethora of moans and pleasure like he's drunk on his own aphrodisiac.
"Again." He orders.
"W-What?"
"My name. Only."
"Su-ku-na,"
"Louder. I won't tolerate what you refuse to give me. Say my name again, little one."
"Sukuna. Sukuna. Sukuna! Sukuna! Sukuna!"
"That's it. Keep calling my name as you come."
Your orgasm comes to you like a torrent — harsh and unforgiving. Still, Sukuna doesn't stop fucking you even as you try your best to squirm away.
When you barely manage to make him pull out of you, and you start crawling, he easily drags you back.
"Oh? And where do you think you're going?" He lifts your ass and flicks your clit hard as punishment. "You do not run away from me, unless you want me to kill you."
"But, I need —"
"No."
"Sukuna, please!" You push his body away from you once more, desperately trying to get out of his strong grip. But damn, because of his strength and that it's also Yūji's body, and you know how sturdy he is, Sukuna doesn't budge. Not even a little. "Please, give me a moment."
"And what did I say?" He raises his brow questioningly.
He's fascinated by the way you react to him. When he lazily drawls his fingers around your inner thighs, you shake. When he lets his tongue graze the cup of your ass, you whine. And when he sniffs your cunt, and it smells promiscuously sour and preposterously sweaty, you sound like you're about to come again.
"N-Not there, not yet,"
"What did I say?" He challenges.
"I —" you sound close to weeping.
He pulls your hair. "What. Did. I. Say?"
"No!" You wail, moving restlessly. "You said, no!"
"Good. Ah, you're close. I can tell. I smell it."
And you are — were. When your orgasm hits you like a brick, your mouth could barely keen a sound. Your body caves and molds to Sukuna's shape. You don't need to look behind you to know that the bastard is smirking at how easy it is to make you submit to him. It's sickening since you already know he won't let this one up anytime soon, especially to Yūji.
There's an abrupt change between you and Sukuna once you feel his hold slacken. With him loosening his clutch around your chest, you allow yourself to breathe better and force your eyes to focus on your surroundings. That's when you realize you're flipped on your back, and your legs are locked around his waist again.
"S-Sukuna?"
"No, darling." Yūji breathlessly says. He brushes your hair away from your face. "It's me, baby. It's me. I'm sorry. I-I lost control. Are you hurt?"
Reassuringly, you shake your head and smile at him. "N-No, I'm fine. I'm more than fine."
"Yeah?" Yūji perks up.
"Yeah, baby." You laugh dumbly. "That was . . . quite exhilarating."
Yūji presses his forehead against yours. The heat is still visible in his eyes, though it is nowhere near as intense as the other pair you were forced to look at before.
"That was hot," Yūji admits. His cock hardens against your thigh. "Watching you . . . like that."
"It was," you breathe out. "It really was."
There, beneath Yūji's hollowed eyes, your gaze lingers towards the triumphant gleam squinting at you in reds and blacks. It tells you exactly what is going through Sukuna's mind: that he's heard of that and he's nowhere near finished with you yet.
You swallow dryly.
"Are you tired?" Yūji brushes your cheek tenderly.
You shake your head. "I'll be fine."
"Let me fuck you next, then. Yeah?"
Before you can respond in return, Yūji grabs your hips and enters you. He folds you in half, quickly telling you to wrap your legs around his neck, and then proceeds to pound you as promised. This time, he doesn't hesitate. He thrusts harder and harder, nails scraping against your skin for support.
He spots the mark Sukuna made on your neck, and he dives to your other side with a growl. He laps onto your skin possessively, and you can feel that he's lost all patience with being gentle because the moment he bites down on you, it's not out of consideration anymore. Yūji is claiming you.
"Come for me this time." He sternly orders. His hands lay flat on your stomach, feeling the bulge he caused. "For me. Come for me."
"Yūji — fuckfuckfuck — Yūji!" Something uncontrollable comes out of you, and you realize a second sooner that you've squirted all over him. Your juices drip from his bare chest and down to his untrimmed bush. "I'm sorry, I —"
Yūji stiffens. "What the fuck, Sukuna!"
"Enchain."
"Oh my God, Yūji, come back! Give Yūji back for the love of God!"
"Do that again. Squirt for me, little one." Sukuna growls.
"That was an accident. I — I — I didn't mean for that to happen." You admit, trying to regain proper breathing because, goddamn it, you won't be able to with this fool in the front. "Just give Yūji back!"
"Let me bring it out of you then."
It's obvious to you now that both of them have their preferences in terms of fucking you. While Yūji prefers that both of you are staring at one another and lose each other together in the art of fuckery, Sukuna does anything with you so long as either his dick or mouth is inside of you.
Sukuna lies down and pulls you up until your cunt is angled to his face. You grip the headboard for support, but then you realize that his hold on you is steady and firm. You aren't swaying even when he blows a warm bubble of air directly to your dripping mound.
Then, with his hold tightening, he buckles you down to his mouth and eats you out.
"Ah, Sukuna!" You squawk, gripping his hair. You hear the wet squelches you make from his tongue.
"You're learning." He commends. The deep gravel of his voice vibrates past your pubic hairs and sends you a jolt of pleasure that goes straight to your spine.
And just as when you are once again teetering on the edge of another orgasm, he unexpectedly stops with a loud popping sound and watches your reaction.
You try to move, yet he keeps you at bay.
Of course, King of Curses be damned, when you're this high in being so aroused and utterly fucked by not one but two of them, the consequences of your actions are the least of your concerns. And not even someone who's feared by all is going to stop you.
You swat his hands that are holding you away and rock yourself against his mouth. He teasingly fights for control, but you pin his hands above his head. A spark in his gaze tells you he's enjoying this bit.
Your hair hits his nose and grazes the top of his lips — but you hardly care. If Yūji doesn't care that you're growing your own little forest down there, surely Sukuna wouldn't either. And if he does, then that isn't your problem. He can return your lover to you and fuck off.
You're in a fit of moans and shameless whines, as you ride your pleasure away.
"Open yourself wider for me." He speaks quietly.
Your hands release their hold on him, and you reach down to spread your labia open. He sniffs you obscenely loud, then he seizes your pearl between his teeth, rolls it around torturously, and licks you hard. Instinctively, you buck your hips down on him.
Sukuna pulls a few strands of your pubic hair; it's painful, but it does the trick when you finally squirt all over his face.
"Fuck! Please, I'm coming, Sukuna! SukunaSukuna!"
He slaps your ass in delight. "Good, little one."
Sukuna's control weakens again, and you realize Yūji's coming back. You laugh deliriously, because any person would be wondering what on earth is happening. Never have you thought that both of them would —
"Aw, baby," Yūji coos. "You taste so good."
"Yūji," you call out tiredly.
"Are you tired? We can stop, baby. It's okay."
"No, I want you to fuck me. Please, baby? I want you."
"I've been trying to all night, but someone just keeps —"
"Lift her, brat."
Your eyes widen when you see Sukuna's smile appearing on Yūji's left cheek.
"Shut up!" Yūji slaps himself.
"She will love it. Lift her. Or I will be taking over."
Yūji snarls a curse or two, but obeys nonetheless. He hasn't had his own proper share of fill with you yet, thanks to some bastard.
He hefts you up with your back pressed securely against his chest, his arms cage you so that even if you move, squirm, or wiggle your ass against his throbbing, veiny cock, Yūji promises you within his hold that you will not be dropped.
"Fold her and raise her legs."
"Baby, I just want to ask if that's all right." He grinds himself to your ass.
"Yes! Fuck yes, Yūji! Just do it! Hurry up and fuck me already before he switches with you again!"
Yūji groans. He raises both of your legs until his head is placed between them, and then his dick slides back into your entrance fluidly.
You become a sobbing mess for him.
"Did I ever tell you how glad I am that you're so flexible?" Yūji kisses your collarbone. "You're so hot, being folded like this."
In and out. In and out does the motion go. Regardless of whether you're exhausted or not, Yūji's stamina is unbecoming.
Your eyes roll back, your tongue lolls out, and all you can respond to Yūji or Sukuna or even both at this point — you don't care anymore who is fucking you — are all the jumbled slurs of their names, of you begging, of you wanting more, and more, and so much more.
"Enchain."
"Su — kuna,"
"Submit to me, little one. Submit."
"I submit. I submit! I submit!"
"Let that shadow brat hear you against the walls. I bet he's enjoying hearing you right now, too. My vessel is pretty turned on by what's happening; he’s not even complaining about the switch."
"Ah! Mpmh! Ah!"
"What is the matter? Where are your words?"
"Mmmh,"
"Oh? Are you enticed by the mere idea that somebody else, who is neither me nor your brat, is hearing you being fucked too good?"
"Nng — mphm — I —"
Sukuna pinches your cheeks and angles you enough to look at him.
"Speak."
"Y-Yes! I love this!"
"Well done. Rub yourself. The brat won't stop talking my fucking ear out, so do it for him. I do intend, however, to make you come before he takes control again."
You nod numbly.
"Do not stop until you have come, you have squirted, or you have fainted. I care little what comes first or if all comes together.” Sukuna licks the spot where he's marked you. "If you had been born in the era that I was, I would've taken you as my —"
"I-I'm coming!" You pull hard at his pink hair for support.
"Then come, little one. Come as much as you want."
For the last time tonight, Sukuna's control wavers. But before he returns to his realm, you swear you feel the ghost of his lips caressing the side of your face like a lover he didn't mean to find.
"I got you," Yūji whispers, "I got you. Just keep coming, baby. That's it. You're my good girl. You did so well. So perfect."
Yūji, with his dick still inside of you, slowly lowers you to the bed, tucks a stray strand of loose hair behind your ear, and nuzzles you comfortingly. "How are you feeling?"
"Baby," you try to speak, "too full."
"I'm nearly there. Can you handle one more? For me? Can you, darling?"
"Okay."
"That's my girl." After several pumps and his own release, Yūji finally pulls himself out. "Just rest for now. You're probably too tired."
Without looking at him, you quietly ask, "Sorry, was it . . . too weird for you?"
"I was surprised that it wasn't . . ." He admits, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
Clearing your throat, you reach out for his hand. "Think we can do it again another time?"
"Baby, I thought you'd never ask." Yūji teases lightly. "But maybe we need to set ground rules. Wouldn't wanna complicate things, y'know."
"Hmm, true."
With what's left of your energy, you manage to kiss the tip of his nose before burying yourself into his warm embrace.
You pat the sheets. "Ugh, we need to do laundry tomorrow. Maybe before we go on the mission. Your bed smells."
"Hey! This is all from you, I hope you know." He pauses. "Wait, I like it. Can't I keep it for one more day?"
"Ew. No."
"Didn't hurt to ask . . ."
"Okay," you tap his arm to let you go, "gotta pee before I get an infection."
"Yeah, okay,"
The calm silence between you two doesn't last long when someone bangs against the door angrily, and you hear Megumi's voice calling out to you and Yūji.
And Sukuna. You might as well drag him with you, too.
Megumi also must've summoned his dog because you hear a couple of growls and something scratching the bottom of the door.
"Whatever orgy you all are doing in there, take it elsewhere next time!"
for the premise of this fic, "enchain" is not going to be a one-time used deal between sukuna and yūji — i need it to be used multiple times just for the plot 😗
⌗ 𝓼atoru gojo coos you over the edge ! (˶˃𐃷˂˶) based off this (not a p!link), unprotected p in v, whipped!gojo, praise, pet names (baby/babygirl, sweetheart, angel)
the sounds in the once quiet room are obscene— breathy moans, loud squelching with each precise thrust of gojo's hips, and the bed frame thunking against the wall.
he's so deep inside you, you feel him in your throat. all you can do is claw at his broad back desperately, leaving angry red marks in your wake. "toru– ohfuck--!" you're struggling to catch your breath, "s'too much!" his pace is unrelenting, so the least he can do is talk you through it.
"m'sorry, babygirl, i know" his breath fans over your skin as he coos at you so sweetly, a direct opposite to the way he's fucking into you. "s'big, huh?" he's practically cradling you, holding you so close to his chest that you feel his heart beating a frantic rhythm against yours.
he pulls your face from hiding in the crook of his neck all to press gentle, reverent kisses over your flushed skin. "my precious girl," he praises, "doin' so good for me, my perfect baby" he moans softly when he feels your pussy flutter around him at his sweet words.
"there you go, you like that?" his voice isn't teasing in the slightest, all genuine loving words, all reserved for you.
that familiar heat is growing low in your belly, his cock hitting your g-spot only intensifying the pressure. "m'close– g'na make me cum--" you manage to breathe out some resemblance of a sentence, through his overwhelming affection and each word coming out as a moan, talking proves to be a bit difficult.
"yeah?" his voice is low and smooth, "y'can't help it, i know sweetheart," he rubs your arm tenderly, "gonna help you, okay? can i do that baby?" you can tell just how enamored he is by you, speaking to you and loving on you like you're the only person in the world, gazing at you like you hung the stars just for him.
you nod dumbly, not caring to ask what he means with how fucked-out you are, brain a pile of mush. before you can compute, he snakes his hand down between the two of you and finds your puffy folds, spreading them. you gasp, hands squeezing at his biceps. "s'okay" he reassures you, thumb finding your sensitive clit and rubbing tight circles on the bud.
it's enough to make you cry out in pleasure, enough to make you gush around his cock. gojo groans at the feeling, watching your expression in pure awe. "i know, baby" his pace never falters, so close to the edge himself. "there you go, let it all out–" his balls tighten up as he hits his peak, still holding you close, wanting there to be no space between the two of you. he fucks into you a few last times while spilling his warm release deep inside of you, a heady feeling.
he nearly pants, not bothering to pull out when he flops down beside you and pulls you to lay on his chest. you're worn out, and thoroughly satisfied. "did so good, sweet girl" he's smiling, cooing at you and scratching your back soothingly. you simply hum in response, words failing you.
he lets out a chuckle, "my sleepy angel..." his cheesy words could make you laugh if you weren't so spent, so you settle on curling into the comfort of him further, letting him pamper you with his voice.
as you both doze off, you swear you can hear him whisper a little "love you", and you know he means it. because you're all his, and he's all yours.
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝒦.𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 ་༘ ִֶָ ࣪˖ is fighting demons while his gf tries on bikini's at the mall.
꒰𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ⋮⋮ fem!reader ⋮⋮ bikini try ons ⋮⋮ reader is implied to be curvy ⋮⋮ semi-public sex ⋮⋮ sex in a changing stall ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ c-pied꒱
Bikini season had the mall packed with bright lights and summer music humming through the speakers. You dragged Choso into the swimwear store with a bright smile, your hand tight in his. The racks were full of tiny colorful strings and triangles that barely covered anything. You picked out a few sets and headed straight for the changing stalls at the back. The store worker hovered nearby, polite and ready to help if needed.
You pushed open the door to the biggest stall and pulled Choso inside with you before he could protest. The space was tiny, meant for one person. The little bench along the wall could barely accommodate his large body. He sat down heavily, knees spread wide because there was no room otherwise. His face was already flushed, hazel eyes dark and watching you with that shy hunger he could never hide.
You thought having him in here would be nice... that he could sit quietly while you undressed and give him a private show as you modelled the bikinis. Perfect way to tease your boyfriend on a hot day, right?
The door clicked shut. You turned to face him, hands already reaching for the hem of your top. "Ready to see me try these on, baby?"
Choso nodded, swallowing hard. His thighs tensed on the bench as you peeled your shirt off slowly. The moment your breasts spilled free, bare and soft, his cock twitched hard in his pants. He was so hard already. Just the sight of your tits made him leak, a wet spot forming at the front of his jeans. His breathing picked up, chest rising fast under his hoodie.
You smiled at him, turning side to side so he could see everything. Your manicured fingers cupped your breasts lightly, then lifting them as if checking how they'd fit for a nonexistent top. "What do you think? Too much?"
He couldn't answer right away, well, because the question confused him, too much? Too much of what exactly? Your breasts were perfect. They could never be "too much," in his vocabulary that didn't exist. His legs spread wider on the bench, cock straining painfully against the fabric. Pure torture. You were so close to him in this tiny stall, the air thick with the scent of your skin and his growing desperation.
You hooked your thumbs into your skirt next, shimmying it down your hips inch by inch. The fabric slid over your ass, revealing the smooth curves and the tiny thing you called 'underwear' underneath. Choso groaned quietly, eyes locked on the way your ass jiggled softly with each wiggle. His cock throbbed visibly now, leaking more into his jeans, the outline thick and obvious between his spread thighs.
"Baby... this is too much," he whispered, voice strained. "You're so pretty. I can't... fuck." He couldn't think straight, anytime he saw a sliver of your bare skin. This was actually killing him.
You stepped closer, turning and bending over so your ass brushed near his face while you pretended to adjust the tong. Then you picked up the first bikini, a tiny red string set. You slipped the top on slowly, tying the strings behind your neck while your breasts bounced with the movement. The triangles barely covered your nipples. You modelled it for him, posing with hands on your hips and everything, real professional-like. Turning so he could see how it hugged your body.
Choso's hands gripped the edge of the bench, knuckles white. His cock was fully hard now, tenting out obscenely. "You look... incredible. But please, I might... right here, baby. If you keep doing that."
You giggled softly and cupped them, squeezing gently right in front of his flushed face. "Aw, poor Baby. Just from watching me change? You're so hard already. Unbelievable." Your words and tone of voice almost sounded like you were scolding him. "You're gonna have to stay like that, a little while longer, Cho." He winced.
And whimpered, shifting on the bench, but there was nowhere to go. His legs stayed spread wide, thick cock pulsing with every heartbeat. You slid the matching red bottoms up your legs and right over your own soaked panties next, bending over slowly so your ass pushed toward him. The tiny fabric disappeared between your cheeks, leaving almost nothing to his imagination.
The store worker's voice floated from the other side of the door. "Everything okay in there? Need any different sizes?"
You answered cheerfully, still facing Choso. "We're good! Just trying a few on." Then you dropped your voice to a teasing whisper. "Hear that, baby? She's right outside. And here you are, sitting there with your cock so hard because of my tits and ass."
Choso bit his lip hard, eyes glassy. "Please... you're killing me. I can see everything." He's right, your pussy lips are showing through that, excuse of a bikini botton. His voice chirped up, a little higher but still trying to keep quiet, "I want to touch you but... I-I might cum if you move any closer."
As soon as the first set came on off, the other was on. Turning to him again, modelling the next bikini, a white one that went sheer when it got wet, but right now, it just clung to your curves. You climbed onto his lap carefully, knees on either side of his spread thighs on the tiny bench. Your barely covered pussy pressed right against the hard bulge in his jeans.
"Feel how wet I am already, Cho?" you murmured, grinding slowly, for emphasis. "Watching you suffer like this is so hot, baby. My cute boyfriend trapped in here with me. It's torture for you, hm?"
He groaned into your shoulder, big hands finally grabbing your hips. His cock throbbed against your pussy, leaking steadily now, soaking through and dampening the bikini bottom. "Baby... I can't hold it. You're too much. Your tits are literally in my face, your ass... everything's just."
You rocked your hips again, slow and teasing, feeling him pulse under you. Your breasts brushed his chest with every movement. The air heavy with tension and his quiet, desperate sounds.
"You're gonna make me cum in my pants before we even leave the store," he whispered, voice cracking.
You leaned up and kissed his jaw softly, tits pressing against his chest again. "Good. Maybe I want you to. Sit pretty for me, Cho. Bikini season is just getting started."
The store worker knocked lightly again. "Let me know if you need help with anything!"
You smiled against Choso's neck, grinding once more on his throbbing cock. "We're almost done. Just one more outfit."
Pure torture for him, and you loved every flushed, leaking second of it.
The tiny changing stall felt even smaller now, the air thick and warm from both of you. You were still wearing that sheer white bikini, the one that clung to your curves and left almost nothing hidden. Choso stayed sat on the little bench, like you told him to. Legs spread wide to make room for you on his lap. His cock was rock hard, pressing up against your ass through his jean. Every tiny shift of your hips made him leak more, the wet spot just kept growing bigger.
You reached behind your neck, fingers brushing the tied strings of the bikini top. "Help me with this one, baby. Untie it for me."
Choso's eyes widened, flushed face turning even redder. His hands came up slowly, trembling as they found the strings. "O-okay... like this?" He asked dumbly as he fumbled with the knot, fingers clumsy from how turned on he was. His cock throbbed hard against your ass, thick and insistent.
You wiggled on his lap on purpose, grinding back against him while he worked. "Mhm, just pull it loose. You can do it."
He finally got one string untied, the top loosening so your breasts nearly spilled out. He tried to grab another bikini from the hook on the wall, anything to distract himself. But you caught his wrists gently and guided his hands back to your chest.
"Forget about that Cho and grab these instead," you whispered, voice teasing. "Feel how soft they are, baby? All for you."
Choso groaned quietly, big hands cupping the curve of your tits right away. His palms were warm and a little shaky as he squeezed, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples through the thin fabric. "Fuck... they're so perfect. So soft."
You smiled, reaching down between your bodies. tugging his zipper down and pulling the waistband of his boxers lower, just enough for his thick cock to spring free, hot and leaking against your ass. With one hand you slipped the bikini bottoms and your panties off. To the side it went with a flick of your wrist, next to choso on the bench it landed. Your slick cunt now exposed, wet and soaking. You rocked back slowly, letting his bare cock slide along your slick pussylips.
"Keep playing with my tits while I take care of this," you murmured, guiding the head of his cock to your sopping hole. You sank down onto him in one smooth motion, your tight cunt swallowing every thick inch.
Choso's head fell back against the wall, a muffled whimper escaping as your ass settled fully in his lap. His hands groped your tits harder now, fingers digging into the soft flesh while you started riding him slow and deep. The bench creaked quietly under you both.
"Baby... you're so wet," he breathed, voice cracking. His hips bucked up instinctively, cock dragging along your walls with every roll of your hips. "I can feel you clenching around me. you feel... t-too good."
You kept moving, ass bouncing lightly in his lap, pussy making soft wet sounds around his cock. His hands never left your tits, squeezing and kneading the weight of them, pinching your nipples until you moaned softly. The strings of the bikini top hung loose around your neck, your breasts spilling free into his palms.
"Such a good helper," you teased, grinding down hard so his cock pressed deep inside you. "So good." He let out a high whimper at your praise, You leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Anyone could hear us if you get too loud, Choso."
He bit his lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but his whimpers kept slipping out. His cock throbbed inside your cunt, leaking steadily as you rode him faster. The tiny stall filled with the scent of sex and the quiet slap of skin on skin.
You moved your hands down to hold his hands tighter against your tits, making him grope you even more. "Don't stop touching them. I love your hands on me like this."
Choso nodded frantically, fingers sinking deeper into the soft flesh as you bounced on his cock. His thighs trembled under you, the bench barely holding both of you steady. He was so close already, cock swelling thicker inside your dripping pussy.
"Cum whenever you want, baby," you whispered, clenching around him on purpose. "Fill me up, hm?" You encouraged. "Think you can make it through two more try ons?" He groaned viscerally, "Okay maybe one." You purred in his ear.
He whined your name into your shoulder, hands full of your soft breasts, cock pulsing deep as he tried so hard not to make too much noise. The mall music playing on outside the door, but inside the stall it was just you, him, and the desperate heat building between your bodies.
Choso's big hands wrapped tight around your waist, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pulled you back hard onto his cock. He thrust up deep, stuffing you full with every thick inch while his hips snapped up desperately. Your tight cunt squeezed around him, milking him as you rode faster, tits bouncing in his groping palms.
"Fuck... baby I'm gonna..." he groaned low, voice wrecked.
You clenched hard around him, grinding down so his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside. "Cum for me, Cho. Fill me up, like a good boy."
He came hard with a muffled cry, cock pulsing thick ropes of cum straight into your pussy. His hands held your waist like a vice, keeping you seated fully on him while he stuffed you full, pumping every last drop deep. Your cunt fluttered around him, taking it all, his warm load flooding you until it started to leak around his shaft.
When the last spasm faded, Choso slumped back against the wall, chest heaving, completely dazed. His cock softened a little but stayed buried inside you, twitching with aftershocks. You lifted off slowly, feeling his cum start to leak out of your stretched hole the second he pulled out. Thick white streaks dripped down your thighs, messy and warm.
You smiled at him, still flushed and glowing. "Come on Cho, grab my underwear and put them on me."
Choso looked so fucked out, eyes glassy, lips parted, brain fuzzy from how hard he just came. He reached blindly for your panties on the bench beside him, fingers trembling as he picked them up. Your pussy was on full display, puffy and leaking his cum in slow globs.
He leaned forward, still dazed, and carefully pulled your panties up your legs. The soft cotton slid over your skin until it cupped your dripping cunt, barely. He tugged them into place gently, but his thumb pressed right over your hole, feeling the way his cum soaked through the fabric already. A dark wet spot bloomed under his thumb, warm and sticky.
"Look at that," you whispered, voice teasing as you rocked your hips a little, pushing more of his load into the panties. "Your cum is already making such a mess in my panties. Then you focused the praise back on him. "Good boy for dressing me after you stuffed me so full, Cho."
Choso stared at the wet spot, thumb still pressed there like he could not believe what he had done. His cock twitched again still out in the open. Half-hard and sensitive. "Baby... it's leaking so much. I can feel it. You're gonna walk around the mall like this?"
You nodded, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheek. "Mhm. All day. Every step I take, your cum will be soaking my panties and dripping down my thighs. And you'll know it's all because of how hard you came inside me, isn't that what you want?"
He groaned softly, hands sliding up to cup your tits again, squeezing them like he needed something to hold onto. The stall felt even hotter now, the air heavy with the smell of sex. Outside the door, the store worker called out cheerfully about other colours and shit but inside, it was just you two and the messy aftermath.
You stood up carefully, adjusting your top while Choso watched with hazy eyes. His cum kept leaking, the wet spot on your panties growing bigger, a constant reminder pressing against your clit with every movement.
"Ready to pay for all of this Choso?" you asked sweetly, already reaching for the pair you made a mess in. "Or do you need another minute to recover from stuffing your girlfriend full?"
Choso just nodded weakly, still dazed and fucked out, his thumb ghosting over the soaked fabric and down the slick skin of your thighs, once more before he tucked his cock away and stood up. Bikini season had never felt so filthy.
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