"Average Japanese man uncovers 3 government secrets in his lifetime" factoid actually just statistical error. average Japanese man uncovers 0 goverment secrets a year. Government-Secrets Ryu who lives in an attic & uncovers 10,000 british government secrets yearly is a statistical outlier and should not have been counted
Obey me demon brothers reacting to mc being hit with a "special" potion by someone and them having to deal with mc being extremely horny and dominant plus having their back absolutely blown? (Btw I love your writing🫶🏼)
It's like 1 in the morning and my phone is at 8 percent, the best time to write.
MC was affected by this mysterious potion that makes them crave for some back-breaking fuck
Warnings: No proofreading, grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes, smut, no censoring, reader is Implied to be wearing strap or having cock (a big one), fingering them, wrong use of car hood, choking, air deprivation, wrong use of ties, ovestimulation
You mean to tell him that the reason why you came home looking like that
Why you came home and immediately went inside his room
Is because you were affected by this strange potion?
That makes you feel like you're in heat?
It doesn't matter, he needs to check up on you and see if it's harmful or not
Or to see if he can do anything to help you, at least.
"A-AUGH!" Moans and screams that sounds too whiny to be his escaped his mouth as your fingers moved wilder. "Wait a second!" He screamed the second time before you added another finger.
He was drooling like a dog on top of his desk as his cock spurt out strings of cum, staining the dark wood of his desk. "You better keep your back like this or I'll have to force it then." You ordered after you grabbed his shoulder and made him arch his back.
"G-Give me a break atleast..!" Is the last thing he screamed after he felt something hard against his used ass.
MAMMON
He was panicking
He knew that this ingredient had an aphrodisiac like effect on humans
But he didn't know it would be this much.
Plus he meant no harm!
He simply fed you this bread during your night out to make things a little exciting!
"Stop fucking moving." You cursed out as you slammed in his ass harder making him moan even more "I-I'm trying..!" He sobbed out as you bent him over the hood of his car, one of his legs raised on it while his dick continued to leak pre.
"P-Please don't be mad! O-One more! I promise I'll do better!" He begged like a whore as he pushed himself closer to you, trying to push your length deeper.
And the last thing he remembered is how he passed out and woke up again with his legs up your shoulder as you relentlessly pound into him.
LEVIATHAN
He kind of knew that it has strong aphrodisiac in it
It was said in the warning after all
But he's a high ranking demon so of course it has no effect on him
And he forgot that you're still human despite having that enormous amount of magic
"Shhh... Breath in." You chuckled at him as he shakily inhaled, sweat coating his forehead as you pushed your fingers inside of him once again "A-Agh~ I think I really can't do it anymore..!" Panic settled in when he felt himself on the edge with just your fingers.
His breathing got more ragged and panicked as you moved your fingers "Don't say that! I know you can take it..." You tried to cover your annoyed mood by sweetening your words.
"N-No... I-I think I'll die..!" His cock leaked pre but your patience is just starting to run thin "Levi how about we shut up?" You pushed your fingers down his throat "You made me like this so take responsibility." You threatened.
SATAN
He saw this unique spell in one of his books.
It applies aphrodisiac on foods without needing an actual potion
And so he though, why not try it on you?
You have gained a pretty amount of mana since time time you first came here
You can handle this much right?
Satan held on the bookshelf for his dear life as he bit on the tie harder to surpress his moans "You might break the shelf at this rate..." You panted out as you pushed yourself deeper inside of him.
A groan escaped his throat as tears does from his eyes "No mwore!" He managed to say through the gag as he caressed his ass, red from all the spanking he received earlier.
You just held his hands and slammed all the way in, his knees completely giving up and your hands holding his up is the only thing preventing him from falling "There, there... I'll start moving now..." You sweetly said, ignoring his please.
ASMODEUS
He didn't mean to!
You just looked so hot earlier that he forgot he had this ability!
Accidentally putting aphrodisiac on your food... How horrible!
Don't worry, he'll take responsibility!
Rhythmic moan is the only thing that can be hear inside the dimly lit room of Asmodeus, oh, the slapping sound of his ass whenever it hits your waist too.
"Augh!~ I-I'm getting a little tired honey~" He moaned as he continued to bounce himself on top of you as you lazily sat on his sofa "Maybe a little help..?" He guided your hands to his waist, implying that he wants you to move him yourself.
When you didn't react, he looked back at you over his shoulders and saw how you look completely out of it, dilated pupils and red cheeks "You know... If I started moving you yourself I might break your fragile little waist." You whined out as he felt you grip him harder.
BEELZEBUB
He's really sorry!
He forgot about this aphrodisiac and how it's harmful for humans...
What do you mean he can help cure the pain?
Sure, he'll help!
You played with Beelzebub's vibrant hair as his mouth worked wonders for you "Just like that~" You moaned as you looked down at him.
"Am I helping you relive the pain..?" He pulled away for a minute, a string of saliva and cum connecting his lips from your thighs "Yes, Beel. You're doing so good~" You leaned down to give him a little kiss
"I'm pretty sure this is hurting too~" You moved your feet closer to his clothed cock, visibly hard and straining against his pants "Then... Can MC help me relive it later too..?" He asked which made you smirk.
BELPHEGOR
It started off as a harmless prank
It was supposed to be a harmless prank
He didn't know it would reach this far
And he never thought that you'll let it reach this far!
"F-Fucking hell! MC!" He managed to say between the small intervals where you raised his head and let him breath, it's sad that this is what he decided to say.
You slammed his head back down on the pillow and moved your hip back and forth, enough to push him forward and have him holding the bed frame.
And then he tapped your thigh signaling that he's about to cum, and being a nice human, you let him, but this time, you didn't raise his head to let him breath and now you can see the panic.
How he was struggling to push himself up as cum leak out of his cock continuously, you harshly pulled his hair to let him breath "A-Ah~ I-I can't breath please!" He was holding your hands as he begged, tears and sweat messing up his face.
It was a sight to behold before you push him back down.
warnings: male masturbation, edging, exhibitionism (??), dom!reader, artist!reader, sub!gojo, model!gojo
word count: 3.1k
summary: college student gojo satoru is notorious for having a fuck list, thanks to the dares of his friends. when your name was dropped on the list, gojo offered to be your model for your art piece. however, his plan backfired when he found himself desperately fucking your hand.
note: this is heavily inspired by a manga i read called Nude Model by Yamaguchi Tsubasa. go give it a read! don’t got time to proofread this because it’s too long : ( anyway, smut with a plot, ey? also, i think i’m too mean to gojo ♡
content: dom!satoru gojo, praise kink, implied age gap, worship, coercion, corruption kink, student x teacher, manipulation, power imbalance, fingering, names calling, dark content.
pairings: violin eacher!satoru gojo x virgin!f!reader.
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Hmmmm...
violin teacher!satoru is obviously equivalent to womanizer!satoru
because he would take advantage of his position as a teacher almost all the time
let's agree here that: violin teacher!satoru would be one of the most sought-after people in this music business because of the study dynamic he applies and because it bears fruit, okay?
having said that...
violin teacher!satoru would have a serious problem of wanting to play more than is acceptable in his students
but, he would say that ❝ it's part of the study method, how can I know that you are evolving without seeing it with my own eyes and playing with my own hands? ❞
right after running his hands over the students' shoulders and arms, violin teacher!satoru would walk away with a wide smile and ask: ❝ See? You've already had a lot of evolution, keep it up! ❞ with a fake tone of pride and animation
he lived to see his students blush at his compliments or open a big smile at being complimented by a guy as handsome as him
violin teacher!satoru knows what to say and when to say it, how to say it, what intonation to use, how to mask his actions with an excuse so convincing that you'll probably wonder if you weren't misjudging him
speaking of you...
originally, the ones who wanted you to take violin were your parents, who were barely at home due to their respective professions that occupied them most of the time, and when they were not out of the country on business as well
they would say: ❝ Oh, maybe it would be good to distract you a bit, so you don't end up stuck at home just thinking about your college grades. ❞
to be honest, it made you a little happy to see your parents caring about you, it wasn't often that they looked at you as their daughter, usually their tone put you down as a perfect rag doll to be molded to their liking.
your parents wanted you to take piano? Oh, you signed up for private lessons and they even built a huge hall just for you to fully immerse yourself in this new hobby
they wanted you to take ballet? So put on your ballet shoes, it's time to go ballet
they wanted you to take a fashion course? Get your sketches ready
in short, your parents led you and you obeyed as if you were still a six-year-old child who didn't know how to make your own decisions.
so when they came up with the idea of you taking violin lessons, you evidently said it would be so cool, you always loved the violin.
in fact you thought it was cool to see people play the violin in symphony orchestras, not necessarily be willing to play for yourself
the first time you ended up coming into contact with violin teacher!satoru was when he took the trouble to come to your family's huge house at your father's request to formalize the final contract
and you looked so insanely angelic and naive and ashamed to introduce yourself using your own words and hiding behind one of the pillars of the huge hall where your piano and the different violins you had recently bought were located as you watched violin teacher!satoru walk around the room next to your father and the two of them were talking about the days when you would have lessons, about how satoru gojo would start explaining the art of playing the violin to a complete laygirl
suddenly your father called out to you and you shrugged your shoulders walking towards those two men, the deep blue eyes of violin teacher!satoru following your every move while his round black lens sunglasses were resting on top of his head
❝ She might be a little... shy at first, but she's a great student, she learns very fast! ❞ — Your father would speak for you and you would be content to move your head in agreement looking at any point that wasn't violin teacher!satoru. — ❝ Honey, why don't you introduce yourself to him? ❞
❝ Ah... ❞ — You would start talking, raising your head for the first time to face the blue eyes of violin teacher!satoru who eventually opened a cordial smile in your direction. — ❝ I... Dad already said my name, right? Y/N... ❞ — You thought about what else to talk about, you were used to your father forcing you to talk to other people at big parties at his company, there was a whole regimented social code to follow at those times, but what now? — ❝ I hope you can teach me everything you know. ❞ — And a small smile of kindness would appear on your lips.
❝ You can believe that I will teach you everything I know and more than that, if possible. ❞ — violin teacher!satoru would answer by raising one of his hands toward you, and as soon as you agreed to shake it, he would run his thumb along the back of your hand in a light caress.
you thought he was being kind and friendly, he thought you were easy prey.
the discrepancy in the balance of power started to become evident when violin teacher!satoru convinced you already in the second class that he always greeted all his students with a kiss on the cheek, and you wouldn't want to be the first one to feel uncomfortable about it, so in a matter of a few weeks in all three classes he gave you, at the beginning and at the end one of violin teacher!satoru's hands was hooked on your chin as his lips kissed your cheek
it was cute that he thought so much about his students, right?
there was no point in feeling scared of violin teacher!satoru, after all, he was only there to improve your pseudo-talent in violin
violin teacher!satoru would take the opportunity to slowly squeeze and caress your arms and forearms as the lessons went on, testing your limits and how much your naïveté accepted
his mouth pressed against your ear while his hands appeared to be positioning your arms properly in the way of holding both the violin and the bow, you barely noticed when violin teacher!satoru rubbed his cock against your ass and the neutral colored skirts you wore rose a little and his eyes glazed over at the possibility of seeing what color panties you were wearing
violin teacher!satoru would shower you with so many compliments, in every class you would hear him call you "smart girl" at least three times, he would tell you how well you were doing and how you could someday surpass him.
and inside you would be born the feeling of needing to feel validated by violin teacher!satoru, to keep getting his praise
but at the same time, you felt weird with him...
every time violin teacher!satoru leaned his chest against your back and you could feel his breath hitting your neck, below your ear, a shiver ran down your spine and you felt the need to press thighs together and rub them as explicitly as possible
the sex education teacher that your parents paid for from the age of fourteen until you were nineteen called this "sexual desire" and although it had been a while since you last had a class with her, her words were still seared into your memory
"when you feel it, just ignore it, soon it will pass and you won't need to touch your dirty parts."
it was a pretty conservative upbringing, you faithfully believed what she said because it was the only optical lens they stuck inside your young brain
oh, violin teacher!satoru made you feel strange things in those dirty parts.
if you didn't touch yourself, the feeling would go away...
right?
wrong. It seemed to grow more latent inside you as the days passed and you listened more to his voice, felt more the touch of his usually cold hands on your bare arms in the short-sleeved shirts you normally wore.
you even felt guilty for liking this carnal way of your teacher, who theoretically was not to blame for anything, who had never given you a reason to desire him
and violin teacher!satoru noticed absolutely everything, from the way your shoulders tensed when he leaned against your back to adjust the way you held the violin bow to the way your eyes moved slowly down from his blue orbs to his thin lips.
you were too easy to understand and condition.
however, on a day when he stayed late at your place because he had missed the previous lesson "for personal reasons", you looked sloppy, strangely unfocused, your fingers were not handling the violin bow properly and the notes were coming out terrible, as if you didn't even know what you were doing
the truth was that you had had an erotic dream about violin teacher!satoru in the early hours of that same day, and your memory spent the whole day going over fragments of that dream, and even though you changed your panties before going to class, they were now almost completely soaked because your head couldn't stop thinking about the dream.
violin teacher!satoru thought you were either having a bad day or had somehow injured yourself hours before he arrived at your house and that hall where the piano still resided and which had become the secret music room of the two of you
— Y/N? — Satoru called you before placing a hand over yours and pulling your bow away from the violin strings, looking at you with a serious countenance. — You seem flighty today, like you don't want to take this class. Do you need to drink water? Do you think you can regain your concentration by the end of class?
He raised one eyebrow, putting his other hand on your chin to force you to face him, your eyes now watery both because you didn't want to end up talking about your frustrations to your own teacher and because the knot in the pit of your stomach was beginning to ache after days of not touching yourself, not even rubbing yourself against a pillow. You had the feeling that if you had tried to relieve yourself you would probably feel even more guilty.
— Oh, sweetie, what is it? What's wrong? Why are you like this? — Satoru asked, taking the violin and the bow from your hands at the sight of your watery eyes and putting them in their case for safekeeping before guiding you to the soft piano bench that had lain unused since your main hobby began to be playing another instrument.
— It hurts... — It was the only thing you said with your hands resting on the edges of the piano bench as you watched Gojo stand in front of you looking down at you.
And then he knelt down in front of you to even out the eye contact and raised one eyebrow with a confused look on his face.
— Where?
Your breath caught in the middle of the throat at his question, and all you did was look from his eyes to your belly and thighs covered by the cream-colored pleated skirt you were wearing.
At that moment, Satoru Gojo understood what you wanted to say silently, but he still wanted to have the taste of devouring your innocence little by little.
— Show me. — Satoru spoke up, raising one hand toward you and leaving it up until you took it with one of your own.
— You promise... — You began to speak, swallowing hard, shame eating you up inside. — Do you promise not to think I'm weird?
— I would never think you're weird, don't you trust me? — Gojo would answer with a sideways smile as he saw you spread your legs a little and place his hand under your skirt with only fingertips brushing lightly against the fabric of your panties. — Can I see better? I can help you better this way. — He says lifting his gaze from your thighs to your eyes and as soon as your hands have lifted the skirt and legs spread a little wider until he can see the wet bottom of your panties, Satoru rubs the tip of his digits against your covered folds without looking away from your face to assess the features there. — Does it hurt if I do that? — His index finger applied a little pressure to your clit and you reacted with your back arching and thigh muscles flexing at the sudden and rarely explored sexual pleasure.
— No... — You would reply with your voice coming out lower than usual. — Actually... it seems to ease off for me.
— Do you want me to touch you more here? — Gojo asked promptly, leaning over and holding one of your thighs with the other hand to keep your legs open in front of him.
— Please, Teacher Satoru... — You nodded seconds before biting your lower lip just as he used two fingers to make gentle circular motions, initially without much pressure, against your needy clit and a small moan escaped through your lips and hands immediately went to cover your mouth in shame. — I... I'm sorry, I didn't...
— Let the sounds come out. — Satoru promptly spoke up before pulling the hands away from your thighs, standing up and sitting behind you on the wide piano bench with his legs on either side of yours. — For me to help you, you're going to have to let me touch you, can you let me do that, sweetie?
— Will you... can you make it stop hurting? — You asked, feeling Satoru's chest against your back and his hands running up the sides of your legs until they placed fingers on your thighs.
— Yes, of course I can, princess, but I need you to trust me. — Gojo whispered in your ear, sliding hands up the skirt to hook his fingers down the sides of your panties and pull them down slowly. — I need you to trust me to make you not feel any more pain, you can do that, can't you? — You whispered a small "Yes" and Satoru let that piece slide down your legs until it reached the heels and he had full access to your pussy.
He slipped one arm around your waist to force you to lie the body almost completely on his and assume a more comfortable position and eventually began running his fingers through your wet folds. You smelled like vanilla and Gojo had the feeling that he was about to devour the most delicious cake he could ever taste in his entire life. It was even more exciting when you had practically zero experience in any sexual matters because of your protective parents, he could teach you so much, he would teach you so much.
Satoru had spent more than two months just testing your limits, speaking suggestive comments that your consciousness wouldn't absorb but your subconscious would, stroking your body until you felt that you couldn't feel good if you had another man's hand on your body that wasn't him. He could even make you believe that you could only get pleasure if it was his fingers touching you where you needed it most.
— Yeah, sweetie, relax for me. — Gojo whispered to you with eyes fixed on the way your breasts moved up and down as your breathing became heavier and faster while his fingers circled and rubbed your clit, you looked so beautiful completely at his mercy, ready for any touch and stimulation. — Don't tense up, relax and let this good feeling go through your body, enjoy it. It will get better and better. — Satoru instructed you as his digits began to apply more pressure to your heaps of sensitized nerves and more and more he could notice your walls tightening around nothing. — And if I do that, hm? Does it hurt? — He asked as one long, thin finger slid slowly inside you and your head fell back as you groaned loudly breathlessly.
— N-No! it's so... mhm, good, so good, please... — You whimpered, lifting your gaze a little to visualize his finger pulling out of you and then disappearing completely between your tight walls.
He continued to move that finger in and out of your pussy, holding back from moaning at the massive, almost painful way your walls were squeezing him. It was obvious that you had never even had a cock in your entire life. It was almost cute. Satoru slowly invaded your insides with another digit as your moans grew louder and legs began to tremble, the fuzzy part of the seat below your cunt getting wet with some of the liquid escaping through your entrance and being splashed by the in and out movements there.
Eventually the tense feeling deep in your belly became even more present and you felt as if your body was afraid that you might get too carried away with the pleasure and end up making an unwanted mess. The wet noises of Gojo's now faster rhythm than before in your cunt were turning you on more than they should have, and you seemed to be experiencing an euphoria that you didn't know you were capable of reproducing. You could tell that something inside you was about to be expelled, even with the shallow sexual knowledge possessed. Suddenly one of your hands went to grab Satoru's wrist to try to make him stop moving his fingers against your walls.
— S-Satoru, stop! Stop! Teacher, p-please... — Your head moved from side to side in denial as his hand continued to move against your pussy. — Stop, I-I can't... can't...
Oh, too late.
Your body had already left itself to pleasure and you were orgasming for the first time, Satoru's fingers deep inside you widening your gummy walls and his name coming out of your lips in a slurred, breathless moan. It was the first time you felt that kind of spasm coursing through your back, thighs and groin, as if your brain were short-circuiting for a few seconds and then returning to normal at an extremely slow speed. So this is what Gojo could teach you? How to reach for the heaven for a few long, intense seconds?
Your body fell completely onto his, head resting against one of his shoulders with your mouth ajar trying to draw more air into your lungs and you feeling your entrance spurting the liquid from the climax to wet your thighs as Gojo's long fingers left you with an empty feeling as soon as they left your pussy to be sucked and licked by his lips. His eyes scanned your body over one of your shoulders from bottom to top until he reached your mouth.
It wouldn't hurt if he kissed you, would it? It wasn't as if he was taking advantage of your tired body, was it?
As soon as he leaned to the side, took your chin between his fingers and placed his lips over yours already ajar to slowly slide his tongue into your mouth, there wasn't an ounce of hesitation within you to reciprocate the kiss. At least you weren't completely unprepared for kissing, and your strawberry gloss ended up smearing Satoru's lips as soon as you had to pull away to breathe better.
— It doesn't hurt anymore, right? — Gojo asked, sliding his hands down your arms and around your waist to squeeze you without too much force, and you nodded without much confidence in verbalizing your thoughts. — You were such a good girl today, congratulations, sweetie, I'm proud of you. — He slowly pulled away from your body to get up from the piano bench to kneel in front of you again with his eyes admiring your pussy, now more sensitive than before, picking your panties up by your heels and putting them back on. — It wasn't so bad to trust your teacher, was it? — His hands now were on your shoulders as a small smile appeared on his lips. — I bet our lessons are going to be a lot better from now on, what do you say I use my mouth instead of my fingers next time?
He's such a pathetic little loser begging to suck and touch them, he just can't get enough. Also imagine waking up in the middle of the night to him sucking them, he just couldn't wait til morning <3
Nsfw!
Two words I love omllllll-
‘n the first part is gonna sound a lil silly- probably- but it popped into my head and I don’t apologize :)
but Levi need to fidget with something 24/7 why do you think he’s always tapping away at his phone? It’s so he has something to do with his hands!!!
So obviously when you start dating his hands are gonna be on you more. Starting small like holding you hand ‘n playing with your fingers but as your relationship progresses….his hands move higher- like when you’re sitting in his lap and watching a new anime or whatever. Levi’s hands just resting on your chest, occasionally squeezing or you’ll feel his fingers pulling at your nipples.
It’s kinda weird he doesn't do it much during sex, but more subconsciously. doing it
Another example is like when you're both scrolling on your phones and you're leaning back against his chest, his hand would slowly, creep under your shirt and start squeezing.
It’s funny when Levi catches himself doing it too- his face burning bright red while stutters out an apology. Just remind him you really don’t mind-
Waking up to him sucking on them!!! >
Like your boobs just feel so good in his hands, so warm and soft~!!!
Levi thinks they deserve all the worshiping in the world and always makes sure to give them extra attention whenever he can. Like right now, while you sound asleep in his bed-
Levi slowly, carefully, crawls on top of you, sliding your shirt up, revealing your bare tits to him. and he just stares for a minute, watching as your tits rise and fall with every breath you take.
It’s looks so tantalizing, it’s like he can’t resist the urge to just…..touch them….just a bit.
so he gives in, his cold palm kneading your warm skin, ‘So, warm and soft…..’ he mumbles to himself, alternating between squeezing them roughly and massaging them almost lovingly.
Levi glances towards your face checking every few seconds minutes to make sure you’re not going to wake up, yet- a soft gasp falls from you lips when he gets a little bold and pinches your nipples,
Fuck it’s like you’re asking him to do this, to take care of them- how could he not?!
Your whole body shudders when little hot puffs of air hit your skin as he leans closer. can’t take it anymore, he needs them in his mouth, against his lips, to show you how much he loves them, loves you.
It’s honestly cute how much of a whining, panting mess Levi turns into as soon as he has a tit in his mouth. Your tits. suck, bite, kiss. he repeated this, kiss, bite, lick, suck…..until you finally wake up, finding an absolute mess of a demon practically drooling on you.
His warm mouth still latched onto your tit as, his big hand squeezes the other, making sure it doesn’t feel neglected until he decides to swap sides.
You can see a flash of fear in Levi’s eyes because you just ‘caught him’ sucking on your tits like a baby….whining too- But you just bring a hand up and push his bangs back, giving him a sleepy smile and sighing.
Fuck he could die happy, he mumbles something like, ‘Sorry I woke you up….’ but it’s muffled by your tit still in his mouth and he reallyyyyy doesn’t look sorry.
‘m not even gonna mention that Levi’s rutting his poor neglected cock against you the whole time and definitely cums in his pajama pants just from sucking on your boobs-
Synopsis. How was he expected to not lose control the first time he goes in raw?
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, bréeding, mating press, jealousy (Nanami’s side), improper use of Gojo’s technique, true form! Sukuna, dp, praise, creampíe, spítting, really REALLY needy pússydrunk boys, cúmplay, some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.6k (whoops)
A/N. Got a bit carried away but oh well hehehe.
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - “A-another?”
Toji Fushiguro never stutters, he never sounds unsure, he never lets that deep baritone voice of his break so pathetically at the end of his sentence.
Except for now, that is.
With you folded into such a mean mating press, spreading your shaky legs to flash him that heavenly view. As if that wasn’t enough to have Toji’s head spinning already, you give him a hazy, determined nod, “Another.”
Another. Oh, it’s all he can do to hold back a guttural groan when thumbing apart your puffy folds, eyeing the way you were clenching up at him eagerly.
“Another, huh?” Toji echoes, his free hand coming up to slide back that thin layer of plastic on his swollen cock. Slow. Torturously slow. Hissing at the cool air kissing his aching length, “Then-” He glides his leaky tip across your glossy entrance, smirking at the way you arch into it like such a slut. “-this pretty cunt better actually give me another kid, doll.”
And then Toji’s pushing in - slow, ruthless little pistons of his hips that have you scrambling further and further up the mattress. Veins pulsing against your plushy walls in a feverish thump! thump! thump!
Of course, he wasn’t faring any better.
“O-oh.” Toji throws his head back, brows scrunching at the feeling of your sweet sweet cunt. “So this is- fuck- what ya feel like, hm? Hold on- wait- wanna test something-”
“Ngh! Oh-” you squeal when two thick fingers dip down to toy with your throbbing clit, bucking your hips up in a way that has Toji sinking in deeper. Blinking away the shocked tears behind your lids, “T-Toji– don’t be mean.”
But you doubted he could hear you - fuck, you doubted Toji was even breathing at this point. Because his eyes were widened, jaw dagging open ever-so-slightly to moan, “Fuck- oh my god- ya squeeze me ngh- even tighter without that fucking condom.”
And he’s so fucking awe-struck - and you’re being fucked so dumb - that you don’t even realize it when he’s bottoming out. Still pushing in, trying to squeeze even deeper into your gummy walls.
“F-fuck can’t believe you’ve been holdin’ out.” he spits, sounding so genuinely bewildered, pulling your hips back messily to meet his. Heavy balls smacking you with each rough, depraved thrust inside. “Ohhh m’never letting ya hold out on me again, doll.”
Your nails leave angry, red marks down, down, down his sculpted back. Glassy eyes begging - pleading for any once of mercy for the monster you’ve brought on. “N-never?”
He gives your ravaged clit a light smack! with the pads of his fingers - both a little punishment and a sneaky little way to feel you clamp down on his thick cock in surprise again. Huffing out a low laugh, “Yeahhh you’re not getting off easy. Never.” And, usually, Toji was so suave, so infuriatingly in control - but right now he’s running his mouth as sloppily as his hips. Panting into your open mouth, “Gonna hafta let me f-feel this cute pussy all the fuckin’ time now. Gonna hafta let me breed her.”
And shit it wasn’t enough. It’ll never be enough.
In a split second, Toji falls back onto his knees, pulling you upright to splay out so prettily on his lap. The change in position pushing him in deeper and deeper and-
“That’s what I hah- like to see-” One hand squishes your cheeks together and forces you to look down at the way your poor pussy was bulging and struggling around Toji’s cock. So so angry and drenched with all your syrupy sweet juices, glistening all the way down to his twitching balls. “Ya look so much oh- shit- better drooling all over me and not some condom, doll.” Toji’s sharp teeth graze your ear, abs rippling underneath your touch as fucks up into you so animalistically. So ferally. Sharp, long jabs of his hips, just dragging your sloppy pussy all over. “N’ even better when she’s ngh- painted white, right?”
The only response you’re stupidly giving him are a handful of teary whimpers, thighs burning with the wet smack of skin on skin.
And the way you’re bucking down pathetically to meet his ruthless cadence, but you don’t even realize that until Toji lets out a strangled groan. “Heh, ya like that?”
“Mhm.” you whine. “L-like it so- much- like feeling you like this- ah-”
He’s pulling you into a messy kiss - if it can even be called that, just a lazy, messy drag of his lips and that scar against your lolling open mouth, “Tha’s my girl. Ya like feeling me raw, hm?” Each word nudges his fat head against your bruised g-spot in a way that has Toji so drunk, so high off you and that pretty cunt. Twiddling a thumb on your sensitive nub. Over and over and over. “Ya like the ohh- fuck- idea of giving me another? Making Megs a big brother?”
“Yes! Fuck yes yes yes I-”
Toji doesn’t hear the rest of your sentence - nor does he really give a shit. Not when your cute cunt is squeezing around him so fucking tight that it was almost hard to ram his cock inside.
Milking the fucking soul out of him as you cum, a broken little ah! ah! ah! leaves your mouth when with a couple, sloppy thrusts Toji can’t help but paint your pussy a sinful white. Thick, hot ropes of his seed that slosh inside your gummy walls - cumming and cumming so much that he feels it drip out your slit.
Meshing together in a lewd combination at the soaked base of his still-rock hard cock, one that makes Toji keen gruffly. Pooling his seed on the pads of his fingers, he bullies them back into your still-stuffed hole, “So…are we sure it took?”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Right here right now
Everyone knows Nanami Kento as a patient man - a sensible one. The one person at the office they could trust with anything and everything.
Only you knew Nanami Kento as the type of man to just drag you into the break room in the middle of the work day, spitting out a barely-there excuse about “a meeting” to the rest of your confused coworkers. When in reality he was shoving you near the nearest flat surface and bunching your cute skirt up at your hips.
“Ken- what-” you sputter in a daze, blinking up at the panting man above you. “What happened?”
The only answer you’re getting is the clink-clink-clink of Nanami’s belt unbuckling, stray strands of blond sticking to his furrowed forehead as he takes in your slutty position.
Scoffing, “Can you at least tell me what-”
Your words die in your throat at the feeling of something so warm and rock-hard making a mess of you down below. And - sure enough - you’re met with the sight of Nanami’s fingers nudging apart your flimsy panties - just enough for his fat head to kiss against your puffy folds. Sending a fresh wave of your slick coating his hand once more.
“Don’t have a condom.” he speaks to you properly for the first time since coming in here, gruff and strained against your ear. “Guess we’ll hafta make do, darling.”
Fuck, you’ve never gone without a condom with your boyfriend before - but now that you’ve felt the sensation of his deep slit rubbing against your hole, the dip of his veins tracing against your walls, well, shit you think you might just be addicted.
Nanami isn’t too far behind - because he lets out a deep groan. “O-oh. Fuck, remind me to do this more often.” Chest heaving as he pulls out ever-so-slightly, only to run a fist down his length, smearing your syrupy sweet juices in a glossy sheen along his cock. “Who said you can feel this haah- fucking good, my love? This all f’me?”
It’s only with this that you’re realizing that he still hasn’t explained yet.
Reaching out a hand to pull on Nanami’s favorite yellow tie, you bring his face mere millimeters from yours. Breathing out, “E-explain or m’walking out.”
You wouldn’t - you knew that. And Nanami did too, but that didn’t stop that greedy part of himself from stilling inside your puffy folds, having you struggling and clenching with the effort to take in his girth.
“Jus’ wanted to hah- feel you. To really feel you.” he’s nosing up your racing pulse. Strong hands pushing your legs so far apart on the table that it burned. “To actually prove to this cute pussy that she’s mine. S’that s-so wrong?” He’s fucking you like he wants to prove a point - in long, purposeful strokes that roam for your g-spot. Gritting out, “Especially when you’re so warm. So heavenly. N’ some people here can’t take a hint.”
Ah, so that’s what it was all about - that new intern at the office who seemed particularly attached to you lately. Enough so that it had Nanami acting like this - not that you were complaining, obviously.
No sooner is the realization hitting you that Nanami’s smashing into your sensitive spot. Hard.
A large hand hastily covers your mouth as soon as it sags open. Only growing more and more desperate when Nanami starts up a quick tempo. Hitting it over and over and over- “Shhh shhh, darling.” he groans, fucking you deeper and deeper into the table. “I know it’s good. Ngh- oh my god you feel fucking perfect- But we wouldn’t want ‘em to hear, right? Though-” And then he’s flashing such an uncharacteristically smug smile, gaze just devouring you through his long lashes. “-wouldn’t mind ‘em knowing that you’re mine.”
And it seems like he was torn between forming coherent thoughts and just rambling about how sinfully good you felt.
“K-Ken-”
But Nanami wasn’t done - far from it, in fact. He was running his mouth, words slurring and stumbling with each jolt of his hips forward.
“Shh, let me do all the work, darling.” Drawing gentle, purposeful circles on your clit, “Jus’ sit there n’- hngh- let me feel this pussy some more. Let her soak me some more. Been waitin’ for this too long- oh- They’d never know, right?”
It’s all you can do to nod, barely-lucidly, “N-never. Only you, Ken.”
And now, unfortunately for you and your poor cunt, it just seemed like Nanami was pussydrunk off the feeling of your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of him. No longer just proving a point - no, oh, he was lost in the way you were so soft. So messy - forming a cute pool of slick on the table below, on his heavy balls.
Eyes rolling to the back of his head, “Fuck him. Fuck them all.”
You flinch as he catches your lips to spit out heated little profanities into your open mouth, biting and tugging filthily on yours. Almost babbling at this point, “They’ll n-never know how ngh fucking heavenly this cunt feels. How perfect you’re wrapped around me.”
Both the obscene squelches from below and your broken little whimpers were reaching a feverish height, coupled with Nanami’s rumbling groans. And it’s only when you let out a particularly loud whine of “Ken–” that makes him grow even girthier inside you.
Stretching you out so good, he lets out a warning whisper. Low and dangerous, “Careful.” Sending a wave of goosebumps down your spine - all the way to your ravaged cunt, “I hear he’s got a meeting here soon.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - The cocky one
“Hah, such a cocky smile, gorgeous.” Geto shakes his head down at where you were on all fours for him. Arched like such a slut against his angry tip, throbbing and glistening between your legs. “You sure you’re oh-”
Whatever mean little retort - and that smirk - is wiped clean off of Geto’s pretty lips when you fuck yourself back onto his rock-hard cock. Gritting your teeth at the sheer stretch when your sloppy hole finds his red, leaky tip, determinedly stuttering him down, down, down until your ass was pressed up against those tufts of black at his toned pelvis.
“W-whoops.” you sigh when your skin smacks against his abs, tone saccharine sweet. “What were you hah- saying, dear?”
Geto lets out a strangled groan, head tipping back, fingers blindly finding your hips to keep them from fidgeting. Fuck, you were so heavenly - so addictive. He could feel himself rubbing up against every ridge and dip of your tight pussy.
“You little bitch.” he sighs, heavy eyes locked on where the two of you were connected. Your pussy lips bulging so sinfully around him, making him grow even larger. Longer - hitting spots you never knew existed. “Now that’s just ngh- playing unfair.”
Unfair? Oh, you could teach him about ‘unfair’. Unfair was when he’s jutting his hips forward in slow, shallow strokes just to fit inside - no rhythm or rhyme, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. Unfair was when he strikes your ass with a sharp smack! grinning at the way the flesh jiggles against his palm.
Unfair is when he leans down to murmur thickly, the change in angle having him barrelling deeper inside your snug cunt. “Isn’t it?”
“N-no.” your lower lip wobbles.
“N-n-no.” Geto grins, “Stuttering too? That’s crazy, what happened to my smug girl from- hah- before- oh fuck-”
But oh for all how cocky Geto was acting, he was so weak against the way your gummy walls clench down so fucking tight around him - on purpose. Stuttering down to milk him like you wanted to draw out something delicious. Like you couldn’t stand being even a hair’s breadth away.
“Haaa…” he lets out a broken shudder, two hands wrapping underneath your inner thighs to just drag your sloppy further down, settling deep - so impossibly deep - into your gut. Distantly, some part of him hoped that you left marks - a cute lil’ ass print against his abs for him to admire later. “Fuck- fine. Fine-”
You whirl your teary eyes over your shoulder - and it was so difficult to look behind you. Because Geto was so unfairly pretty - long, inky hair curtaining his pussydrunk eyes, twirling all the way down to where his delicate blush dusted all over his cheeks, his chest, his rock-hard abs. Involuntarily, you find your sloppy cunt clenching again, rubbing up so deliciously against that prominent vein down the middle of Geto’s length.
That coaxes out another drawn-out groan from your boyfriend, and a traitorous buck of his hips - his fat head hitting right on your g-spot. “I said fine.” he barks out, teeth bared. “Y-you win. Ngh- you win the bet. Fuuuck you win, just let me- ngh just let me fuck this pretty cunt. Now.”
Ah, right. The bet - that single, mindless little comment earlier today about who’d break first if you two went in raw.
And, clearly, there was an obvious winner.
Because Geto isn’t waiting around for your kiss-bitten lips to drop into some taunting remark, hell, he can’t even wait for you to register his words before letting his hips lose control. Ramming into you in quick, jagged thrusts that abuse your hidden sweet spots.
Over and over and-
“Y’feel so soft, gorgeous.” he purrs into your ear, pushing all his all his body weight in an attempt to hold your slutty cunt still. Setting up such a mean pace, “So warm- ngh n’ m’tired of pretending it isn’t driving me crazy.”
You keen when Geto cranes his fingers to deftly roll over your clit, “S-so much for not breaking first.”
“Awww c’mon now.” Geto’s balls smacking against your ass get louder - harsher. “I already s-said you win. Hah-” God, he’s barely in control of himself with the way he catches your lips in a messy clash of a kiss. Hot tongue nudging apart your plump lips to spit a steady stream of saliva. Once. Twice. Some of it missing and splattering against the corner of your mouth, “N’ you know what m- ngh- buying you as a p-prize?”
Your knees are weakening pathetically now, sliding further and further apart on the silky sheets with each harsh slam of his cock - only to be pulled back up by an impatient Geto.
“Do you?” he hisses, pistoning his hips so hard now that your knees were hovering midair - held up by a frenzied Geto. Who plows on deliriously, “Gonna buy ya- nghh fuck- the pill. So many- cuz you’re gonna fuckin’ need it-”
And need it you did.
Because it only takes a few more seconds of this maddening song and dance before Geto’s cumming and cumming so hard it was like he couldn’t - wouldn’t want to - stop.
Pumping thick, hot rope after rope of his seed until your high was crashing into his. Until his cock was so raw and twitching sensitively. Until his balls were squeezing so painfully, tears stinging behind his eyelids with each ram into your fluttering pussy.
“Best out of three?”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - Overheat
Oh this was a dream - or heaven. Maybe both. Because here was Choso sprawled out so prettily on his damp navy sheets, dark hair untied, half-lidded eyes gazing up at a sly angel - you - straddling his toned hips.
Pussy lips swollen and drooling down where you were positioning his fat, leaky head right at where just a simple nudge of Choso’s squirming hips would have you split apart on his swollen cock - raw.
“Cho~” your heady voice breaks through his stunned reverie, “You alright, baby?”
“Y-yes.” his words catch in his heaving chest. And Choso’s so embarrassed - still so stuck on the heavenly view below - that he’s barely even registering the hand of his that makes its way down to rest on your steady waist. “Just that-”
And then Choso’s giving an impatient tug on the fat of your hips, inching you so agonizingly close to his needy, red tip. So close he could practically feel you already - he could imagine how soft and warm you were bound to be.
You huff out a low chuckle, “Awww poor baby.” Grinning at the way your boyfriend takes one of tits into his mouth to muffle his embarrassed whine. He alternates between sucking and rolling his tongue over your sensitive nipples, “Is this what you- hah- want?”
And the way you sandwich his thick cock between your slit has Choso’s ministrations on your nipple stuttering. Whispering out a muffled little, “Y-yeah…”
“Louder.”
“...”
Tutting, “Or, I could just get a condom since you’re so shy-”
“No!” Choso rasps out wetly, and the sudden outburst seems to startle you both. But especially Choso who only blabbers, pussydrunk and slurring already, “No no no no no- need this-” He claws at your hips, edging you closer and closer to sit on his soaked, twitching cock. Bucking his hips up wildly, the slick coating your dripping cunt making him slide messily across your folds once. Twice. “Need you so bad- wan’ feel you wanna feel this pretty pussy- ngh- please. Fuck!”
Both of you let out a synchronous moan when he finally manages to sink his fat head inside your sloppy entrance. So thick, stretching you open so well despite not even being halfway in.
“F-fuck.” Choso’s hazy eyes widen, and he immediately flattens his feet on the bed before pulling back. Only for his poor, oversensitive balls to squeeze so painfully- before covering your dripping cunt in rope after rope of his seed. Your pussy too heavenly, his sanity too gone. “Sh-shit m’sorry m’sorry- ngh.”
Your eyes widen, “Ch-Cho did you-”
But he doesn’t let you finish - was probably too embarrassed to before stuffing your gaping, needy hole with his thick cock again. And again. And again and again trying to relieve that first time. “Oh, is this okay? Is this r-really okay?”
You don’t even know what he’s asking about - not when Choso’s sliding you deeper and deeper down his cock. Sculpted body bowing into yours when he starts bouncing you up and down like his favorite sextoy - reveling in the lewd squelches below and those pretty moans leaving your lips.
“S’your fault, y’know?” he pants, ragged. Hips fucking up uncontrollably, drunk off the feeling. “Y-your ohhh fuck- your pussy feels too good, baby. N’ she’s s-so soft. So warm with my cum.”
And it was so sloppy, your boyfriend was never one to shy away from making a mess out of you both but this. Oh, you were losing your fucking mind with his harsh pace, letting that lewd combination of his cum and your slick glisten all over his abs, your thighs, your filthy cunt. All the way down to where his heavy balls were sure to leave marks for tomorrow - right alongside his pelvis against your thighs, fingers on your hips.
“Y-you’re so-” you lean over to dig your nails into Choso’s pecs, and he takes the opportunity to bite and tease your poor nipples once more. “-filthy, Cho.”
He swallows, and fuck you don’t think he’s ever looked prettier. Adam’s apple bobbing, cheeks flushed, eyes narrowed and miles away. “It’s this hah- p-pretty pussy, baby. R-raw? Seriously? She’s driving me insane.”
At that last, broken word of his sentence, Choso throws his head back as if merely remembering that there was no little plastic separating his throbbing cock from your gummy cunt was enough to make him go crazy.
Hips pistoning up faster, molding your cunt to his shape. Bruising your g-spot with each thrust - and your cervix, too, just as a little stray reminder that you’re his from the inside out. Gasping out, “Just look at her.”
When you snap your head down, he’s already spreading apart your puffy folds with two fingers, giving you the perfect view of that creamy sheen, Choso’s reckless, maddening hips, the way your cunt was bulging and soaking his painfully hard cock.
Only getting sloppier. Harder. Drunk with each thrust.
“She’s so pretty.” he grits out, “So heavenly. Might just b-be my new hah- obsession.” Just babbling nonsense in strained, jagged words that come out after each brush of his fat tip against your g-spot. So hard that you were stumbling precariously on top of his wild hips. “Yeah- new obsession. My heavenly obsession” he eyes down your quivering thighs, those breathy moans that told him you were close.“N’ I wonder how much more heavenly you’d be if I cum inside?”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Take both, dammit.
“B-both?”
The only response you get are Sukuna’s fingers tightening around your throat, sharp nails dragging dangerously over your racing pulse. Pulling your dazed face closed to gift you with a low, cocky hum, “Both.”
And then you can’t breathe - not because of the large hand taking its place around your neck, no, but because Sukuna was suddenly nudging his weeping, fat tips against your sloppy entrance. Lips curling up into a devilish grin at how you were quivering in- fear? Anticipation?
Either way it had you keening tearily, “Kuna it won’t- fit!”
“Hmm,” Sukuna purses his lips in mock-thought, free hand dipping down to roll his index against your clit. “Let’s ask her why don’t we?” Any and every noise of surprise you manage to yelp out are overshadowed by the most obscene squelches you’ve ever heard in your life. Like Sukuna was well and fully intent on proving his point by circling his thumb around your sloppy hole until you gave up. And he was. “She says she’s just dying to take it. What’s your excuse, brat?”
Truly, it was the first time you’ve tried taking both your boyfriend’s massive cocks - and just one of them required specially made condoms and such extensive teasing and toying to stretch you out enough.
So one thing was sure - you weren’t making it out alive.
You’re startled out of your reverie by a dark chuckle from above - shit, did you say that out loud? “Well, only one way to find out.”
It’s all that’s said before he’s pushing in - both at once. Fat heads bumping into each other as Sukuna grinds against your snug pussy in shallow, short rolls of his hips.
“Tch.” he clicks his tongue when your feeble ring of resistance struggles to take him. A warm hand of his comes down to soothe over your head slowly, gently - uncharacteristically so. Whispering, “Shhhh, shhh breathe. You got this. You can take it- hah- you always do, right?” Hips getting just a bit more forceful. A bit more calculated. “You can-” Before that sweet hand on your hair tightens to push you down, hard. “-take it.”
Oh, you should’ve known - should’ve gotten an inkling that the king of curses always gets what he wants. Always.
“Oh my god- oh my god, Kuna! S’so deep-”
A startled smile spreads over Sukuna’s face, eyes widening in surprise. “Ohh, shit. Shit, brat.” He angles his head just right to spy down - just to make sure. “If I knew you felt ngh- th-this good, I’d have done it sooner Much, much sooner.”
But fuck for how cocky he was acting right now, Sukuna was in fucking heaven.
Dipping his head down to hide the blush dusting his cheeks, and that euphoric glint in his eyes, Sukuna starts moving in hurried, methodical little thrusts to squeeze even deeper inside.
“Hngh- it’s- ah- can feel you rubbing up inside me, Kuna.” you whine into his ears, hips bucking up wildly.
“Yeah?” he breathes, but it comes out more wobbly than he intended. Biting his lower lip to keep those loud fucking moans slipping out from the feeling of rubbing against himself and your raw gummy walls and himself. “Y-ya like this? What happened to ‘o-oh s’too big, Kuna’?”
You manage to get out a weak, “F-fuck you.”
“No, brat. I’m fucking you.” Sukuna growls, ramming into you faster. Sloppier. Heavy sets of tight balls stinging your skin, “Both of me.”
God, the stretch was so much, like he was pushing into your lungs. And that thundering thump! thump! thump! of matching sets of veins against your dripping cunt was so sinful that you let his little comment slide. Driving you to insanity.
Instead, your teeth grazes Sukuna’s earlobe to give a soft tug, making him turn his head and look right at your fucked-out face.
His hot breath fans your face, “What, brat? Can’t talk? Or is it that you want-” He catches your ravaged clit between two fingers again, rolling languidly. “-her to talk?”
And God, if it was double the stretch on your too-tight cunt, then Sukuna was determined to make sure it was double the pleasure for you.
His fingers just so frenzied on your clit, rubbing tight, messy patterns - not even circles anymore because fuck Sukuna was too impatient, too depraved for that right now. Swollen cocks sliding in and out with reckless abandon, getting easier and easier with each glossy sheen of your sweet sweet juices all over them. Massaging all those sensitive spots he’s mapped out so well to hit his end goal - your poor, ravaged g-spot. Hitting it over and over and over and-
“Kuna!” you scramble for the sheets, the headrest, his shoulders - just anything to keep whatever’s left of your sanity. Sobbing out, “I-I’m close- ngh ah! I’m so close.”
“Close, hah?” you hear from above you, the last thing before the smacking of skin-on-skin becomes almost deafening. Coupled with Sukuna’s strained groans, now unable to hold them back with each time he’s kissing your cervix - your g-spot. “Then cum. Cum all over my cocks, brat.”
Hips stuttering as they get harsher with purpose. Violent, even - having to rest a hand on top of your head to keep your body from being jolted too far up the bed.
So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same. You’re screaming out Sukuna’s name, body bowing into his vice-like grip. Dripping cunt trying desperately to milk him so tight.
It was too much.
Your poor pussy was overfilled to the brim with each and every spurt of Sukuna’s hot cum, thick, white globs that dribble down your thighs. Filling you up so much you think you could explode and- “Aww look at you.” Sukuna coos, thumbing apart your pussy lips to watch her soak in his never ending cum. “Wonder if she can take another load?”
♡ GOJO SATORU - Experiment…
The great Gojo Satoru is many things - powerful, complex, a pain-in-the-ass to most - but being hesitant to experiment is decidedly not one of these things.
Which is what found you splayed out underneath him, brows furrowed, legs trembling while he drags his weeping tip up and down your puffy folds. Just dipping between your lips, pooling your sweet sweet juices on his head - up and down up and down up and-
“Toru.” your deadpan voice cuts through his fun, hips arching off the bed impatiently. “S’not gonna work.”
Gojo sticks his tongue out with all the maturity he could muster up, “It will, sweetheart, just watch.”
“Will not.”
“Will too.”
“Will-” you cut yourself off in frustration, “You’re just all talk-”
Whatever insult on the tip of your tongue - along with all the air in your lungs - is knocked out by Gojo finally pushing in. Finally stretching out your sloppy hole on his thick mushroom tip, all stuttering and clenching in an effort to accommodate him.
He groans, cheeks flushing because fuck maybe this’ll be harder than he thought. “S’gonna work- if I can concen- ohh fuck don’t squeeze me that way- if I can get limitless to- no more late-night convenience store runs.”
But oh right now the only thing on Gojo’s mind was that maybe you two were better off with walking the two blocks down to buy condoms - because he could feel his limitless slowly thinning out with each inch he sinks into your snug cunt. Slowly waning - much like his fucking sanity.
“Toru!” you squeal when it’s like something snaps. That little glow in your boyfriend’s eyes dims as his entire body stiffens, breath hitching in his throat, and his cock- oh his aching, rock-hard cock - so warm and just throbbing so rapidly against your walls in a beat that matches your own. You could feel him all the way in your stomach. “D-did it work?”
Something is whispered into the crook of your neck - and you’re craning your head closer to understand. “What?”
There it is again.
This time, however, you pull Gojo from his safe haven, tugging admonishingly on those soft, white locks. All the while murmuring, “Use your- oh.”
Oh.
Fuck.
Gojo’s eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown. So utterly wrecked when his aching cock grows even larger inside you, stretching you to your limits. Such a delicate pink blush decorating his cheeks, dusting over those plump, parted lips, ones which wobble and gape open noiselessly a few times before he manages out, “D-didn’t work.”
And fuck then it was like a dam had broken.
Because Gojo’s previously stalled hips were moving now - grinding forward slowly, deliciously. Only growing girthier - so unfairly so - with each movement.
Two large hands coming up to paw and knead your ass to keep you still while he begins fucking you into the mattress.
Letting out whiny, bewildered moans - as if Gojo himself couldn’t believe what was happening - “Didn’t work.” He repeats, like a mantra. “Didn’t work didn’t work didn’t- didn’t work- hah- n’ I don’t regret it one bit.”
“H-hah?” you whimper, “So you’re-”
“Yes.” Gojo interjects, and if you were in any better state of mind you’d have told him off for interrupting you. But oh how could you when he was reeling his hips back, back, back, just kissing your sloppy entrance with his leaky tip - before splitting you apart all over again. “Yes yes yes- oh yes. M’feeling you- all of you. Why the fuck didn’t you t-tell me you were so ngh-” Long fingers graze over your pulsing clit, making him all but scream in pleasure when you clamp down. Hard. “-heavenly!”
Fuck you weren’t making it out alive - and he wasn’t either.
And he sounded so genuinely upset - how were you this warm? This dripping wet all around him? Hell, Gojo thinks he’s soaked all the way down to his heavy balls already.
“Soaked?” your eyes widen when Gojo gives you a shocked laugh - fuck, has he finally lost whatever sanity he had left?
“Mhm.” he nods, a familiar glint of madness in those summer blue eyes. Breathy, pussydrunk little ministration matching his words, “Soaked. Absolutely fucking hah- soaked. Me. Me me me- s’me-” Gojo spits into his open palm, once. Twice. Before smearing the mess down his length, making it easier for him to slide in and out of your needy cunt, “-not some stupid little piece of plastic. Oh, m’never buying those again-”
He was fucking you so needy.
Just ramming his cock into you as he pleased, hitting all your most sensitive spots - your cervix, your g-spot, tugging at your clit. Having the bed frame and you making such loud noises every time his thick tip was gliding across your gummy walls, matching with the tempo of his fingers.
“It feel so- good, Toru.” you whine. Hips stuttering forwards, making the most lewd of squelches as you try to meet Gojo’s fast, utterly wild pace. “Fuck fuck fuck- oh.”
“Yeah? My baby likes ngh- taking me in r-raw.” you smile when you catch the way Gojo’s face flushes as his voice cracks on that last word - like he still couldn’t believe it himself.
Though, he didn’t like that quite as much as you.
“Huh? Laughing at me? M’gonna ngh- you lil’ minx. M’gonna give you something to laugh about.” Each word punctuated by a mean thrust, and if you were in any better state of mind, you’d have caught the way Gojo’s eyes glowed ever-so-slightly. Tiny pricks of purple lightning dancing across his bare skin, “Because practice makes perfect, right, sweetheart?”
A/N. I’m ngl Gojo’s one was just me wondering how far limitless really went sooo there ya go.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, “just the típ” trope, REALLY pússydrunk boys, marathon séx, cúmplay, semi-exhíbitionism (Nanami’s), bréeding, Geto’s rings omg, Geto’s a bit mean, creampíe, spítting, FÉRAL Gojo, best friend! Choso, fírst times (Choso’s), chokíng, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.4k
A/N. Smooches to that one anon for inspiring this. Hope y’all have a lovely week <3
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Handle it.
It was a familiar little song and dance - Toji’s favorite one at that.
It’s around his fourth orgasm that night, head thrown back against the pillows to watch with a lewd little leer at the way you’re stuttering your limp hips down, down, down his long, swollen cock. Those glossy lips of yours sagging open to whine, “Too full, Toji! C-can’t ngh- handle it-”
Ah, it never gets old.
Toji finds his brows knitting together in mock concern, cooing in a baritone voice, “Awww, my girl’s poor pussy can’t handle it?”
At your bleary nod, he snakes a hand down as if to confirm, thumbing apart your puffy folds. All quivering and glistening with his seed in the dim lighting, “She’s too full? Too stuffed to take hah- even my tip?”
Without any warning, you feel long, thick fingers splay out across your lower stomach. Pushing down - hard to make your poor cunt gush all around him. Coating his aching cock with a sheen of the cum he’d stuffed inside not so long ago. “There we go.” he breathes, sounding so utterly smug, ‘We have space now, right?“
“Oh, fuck yes- Toji– fuck fuck fuck-”
“Shhh shhh, s’alright. And since m’feeling so nice, I promise s’gonna be jus- hah- jus’ the tip.” he grins, eyes so greedy and crazed when he looks down at the way you’re sucking him up so greedily. Your pussy lips bulging around the top of his thick head. “M’kay?”
And Toji’s cock was already so big - so rock-hard - that no matter how much he’d split you apart on his cock before, just his fat head squeezing past your sloppy entrance feels like he’s pushing all the way into your lungs. Your hazy brain.
Fucking out every coherent thought out of you with each shallow grind up into your gummy walls just to fit inside. Slow, languid - just teasing you.
“Hah- couldn’t ‘handle me’ my ass.” he’s spitting out from underneath you, mean fingers holding your precarious body still for him to pummel into. “The fuck are you hngh- doing now then, huh? Taking me so well.”
An embarrassed mewl is being ripped from your throat when that little divot on the end of Toji’s cock is brushing against your sweet spots. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you realize that he’s just barely managed to squeeze his tip into your tight pussy, “I-I ngh-”
To which his palm comes down with a sharp smack! on the fat of your ass.
“Jus’ the tip n’ you already can’t hah- speak?” he grins up at you, painful cock twitching with delight when you clench around him at the sting. Loving this slow, agonizing torture for the both of you. “Use your words properly, doll.”
You huff, nails digging into Toji’s plush pecs to stabilize yourself on top of him. “Thought I was too- hah- full. Thought I couldn’t handle havin’ you inside me again.”
“Heh- well what did I t-tell, ya?” he grunts, hips still thrusting - still pushing in mindless, semi-thrusts up. Wondering if you could feel his cum sloshing around inside you like he could. “As if I don’t know my girl’s pussy- As if I can’t handle this p-pussy. As if this pussy can’t handle me-”
One hand dances back down to push further against your front. Dredging up every last glob of his seed down your sloppy cunt, forming a creamy ring at his base that he groans at. “Y’can handle it now, right?” The other glides the pads of his fingers across your needy clit, making you arch your body down in surprise. His cock slipping deeper down your pussy, “Fuuuuck yeah, you can definitely handle it now.”
“Toji.” you let out a warning. Your already-ravaged cunt so sensitive. Fingers tightening to leave neat little marks of red down his sculpted skin, “Thought you p-promised it was jus’ gonna be the ah- tip.”
Because his movements were getting deeper. Dangerous.
Still shallow - but purposeful enough that you were sliding way past “just his tip”. And you could feel that sinfully prominent vein from about halfway down his shaft massaging against your sweet spots.
Yet Toji only flashes you a devilish grin, no trace of guilt anywhere. Eyes half-lidded and devouring your adorable pout. “I did.” Giving you just barely enough time to relax before the hand firm on your stomach rests at your waist. Pulling - dragging you all the way down his massive cock. Tugged down like such a slut until he was buried balls-deep, your puffy folds kissing his hilt, your pelvis grinding against those tufts of black at his. “For now, that is.”
Ah, this is his favorite part.
He doesn’t waste even a second before making use of those muscled hips, giving you one, long thrust to haul your slobbering cunt all the way from the very end of his fat head down until he physically couldn’t anymore.
Bruising. Fully. Fucking every false complaint out of you when his cock is finally hitting the back of your needy pussy.
“Think s’time for you to handle all of me now, doll.”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - “Are you muted?”
Nanami Kento hated working overtime. And he especially hated having to sit at home on his desk, sighing during those droning online meetings which really could’ve been a five-minute conversation at work on Monday.
Which is where you came in.
“Mhm, of course m’muted, my love. Camera’s also off.” he answers your previous question with a slow, sensual drawl into your ear. Thumb gliding across your puffy cunt as he echoes patiently for the first time that hour, “But if you’re gonna be here then you better behave, my love.” Bouncing his knee to shuffle your quivering body where it was perched so prettily on his lap - and his aching, rock-hard cock. “Any deeper than the tip and you hngh- know how s’gonna end.”
A promise.
But it’s been like this for so long now - too long, you think.
Your gummy walls squeeze desperately at that sensitive slit on Nanami’s length, lapping at his weeping precum. Wrists tugging uselessly where he’d tied them together behind your back with his familiar yellow tie. “But Ken, I really want-”
“I know I know, darling.” he presses a gentle kiss to the side of your pouty lips. Hushing those cute, whiny cries of yours that make his swollen cock twitch wildly, balls squeezing so painfully with the sweet sweet temptation to just stuff your tight pussy full. “But if I-”
“Nanami, have you completed the progress report for the client tomorrow?”
Instantly, your husband is in work mode, clearly his ragged voice lightly before hitting the Unmute button. “Yes, Higuruma I’ve…”
But oh his actions were anything but.
Free hand still drawing quick, methodical circles on your clit - just daring you to make a noise while he continues so unfairly with the meeting as if nothing is happening. His deep voice rumbling in his chest with satisfaction, and yet you’re left helpless and aching for more.
“But Ken.” you breathe into his ear, just low enough that the microphone couldn’t pick up. Pushing past the vice-like hold that he had on your hips to seat his delicious cock further and further inside your gummy walls. “Wan’ more. Please, I’ve been patient for so long.”
“-and the charts from last week I’ll have to email.” Nanami rattles off, all business-like, the authoritative tone sending your cunt beading your juices all down his already-soaked cock. Hardened eyes brushing briefly against yours, though he still addresses his business partner, “I’ll make sure to take care of that later.”
And fuck the shivers this sends down your spine have you trembling in Nanami’s practised touch.
Bucking your hips needily into his hand, your slick leaves a lewd little sheen all over his palm, his wrist, all the way down to that metal wrist watch digging into your skin.
“T-take care of it now, Ken.” you’re mewling stubbornly, fighting against those restraints.
Letting your pussy lips fuck back into his thick cock. Deeper. Needier. Sucking him up so good that he’s letting go of your hips to mute himself again.
And fuck if you weren’t going to take the opportunity to just slam yourself down Nanami’s massive length, all the way until you could feel his abs against your ass. That little divot on his thick head smashing against your sweet spots, molding your plushy walls to the shape of his entire cock.
“O-oh fuck.” he breathes, words cracking ever-so-slightly at the end. “The meeting- thought I said just the- hah you’re gonna be the death of me, my love.”
Before you can respond, Higuruma’s chuckling from behind the screen, cutting through the heady air in the room. “Heh, guess you’ve had enough of this since you’re already muted Nanami. Fair enough, I’ve kept you long enough.”
And the words ring in the air, Nanami’s eyes unwavering from his laptop. Turned crazed as he looks to you, a hand already beginning to shut the screen.
“You’re free to go, make up your time with the wife or somethi-”
Slamming it closed.
Followed shortly by you - being slammed onto the ground. Nanami’s hand underneath your face, cushioning the impact when you’re shoved face-first. Him mounting on you in a split second, strong thighs flexing with the effort to fuck you right there right then into the hardwood floor. Depraved. Animalistic.
Not faltering for even a moment when he’s pulling you back by the tie digging into your wrists, sure to leave marks. Using the moment to watch the way your ass ripples every time he’s ramming into you.
“Ken- fuck! Kento-” you sob like a mantra when he hikes up a leg of his to hit all those angles that have him bruising your sweet spots. Thrusts long, hard. Not leaving a single spot inside your gummy cunt untouched. “S’too good too good too good- hah- wan’ed this for so long since you were on that meeting. So hngh- close.”
“M-me too.” Nanami responds, sounding nothing like the put-together business man he was a few moments ago. Almost crazed now. Unpredictable.
So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same.
All it takes are a few filthy, nasty strokes of his sensitive cock into your snug pussy, of his fingers toying and teasing your clit - and then you’re cumming so fucking hard around him.
Your walls sucking him in a smooth staccato like you were trying to milk the fucking soul out of Nanami while he drills into you through the pleasure. Not even thinking twice before spilling into your greedy pussy himself.
Thick, creamy spurts of cum that warm you from the inside out. Reaching all those hidden spots inside while he pumps it deeper and deeper.
“Oh, my love.” Nanami groans when he pools the seed dribbling out of your cunt with ease. Making a mess of your pussy down below, of that creamy ring at his hilt. “Don’t think m’done making up for my overtime yet.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - Battle of wills
“Awww.” you hear Geto’s deep voice cooing softly in your ear. Running his mouth smugly - as if he wasn’t just smashing the angry, soaked tip of his cock into you right now. “You can’t even talk right now. You can’t even breathe.”
Fuck, if it was any less true then you might’ve argued - maybe spat out a hissy little comment.
But, instead, you’re managing out a wet gurgle, Geto’s thick, ringed fingers tightening where they were wrapped prettily around your neck. “I-I-”
The other draws languid, torturous circles on your sensitive clit, just as teasing as the way his hips were just barely pushing past your sopping wet slit. Nudging your honeyed walls with only his fat head. “What was that, gorgeous?”
“I said.” you gasp, when your beloved boyfriend mercifully lets his grip loosen ever-so-slightly to let you answer. “I- I’m going to win the bet, Sugu.”
Ah, the bet. That stupid, thoughtless little challenge you’d posed just a few hours ago about who’d break first if Geto was to fuck your tight pussy with just his tip.
Who knew it would end up with your face pushed into the silky covers of your pillow, both of you barely-lucid and losing your minds as Geto pounded into you as much as he allowed himself to? Both your pathetic prides holding back, just waiting for the other to break first.
Geto’s voice was tinged with amusement, something so dark and mellow as he purrs against the shell of your ear. Cold metal rings digging into your flesh, you choke. “Well then…” His sinful abs flex ominously against your back, “-we’ll just have to see, right?”
“H-hey!” you gasp for air when he slams his hips forwards, letting your dripping cunt envelope him all the way down to that wide rim of his slit.
“What?” he muses in response, circles speeding up and so so messy on your sensitive nub now. “S’jus’ the tip right? Exactly what I did. I’m-” Before moving again, in sultry, purposeful rolls of his slutty hips back and forth. “-not gonna be the hah- one losing this bet.”
Fuck, you’d forgotten how competitive your boyfriend was - always going easy, until he decided he wanted to win.
Geto’s eyes flit between his fingers, blocking your airway, and the wide wide rim of your sloppy entrance being stretched upon his thick head.
Shit, the sight itself was heavenly enough that it had him almost second-guessing his resolve and stuffing you full like he wanted to. Almost.
“Close to surrender?” he’s panting out when a few more shallow, teasing half-strokes has your gummy walls clenching around him like you’re trying to drag out something delicious. Exactly the way he loves - exactly the way he’s addicted to. And, usually, Geto would tell you over and over how much he loves it - but, this time, his ego makes him simply leave a wet trail of kisses down your arched spine. Murmuring heatedly into your ear, “No shame in ngh- giving up, y’know.”
Harder. Deeper - almost.
Squealing airily, “M’not- m’not giving up.”
Immediately, Geto’s chuckling when he squeezes your pretty neck tighter, “M’gonna choke you harder when you lie, gorgeous. Now tell me-” Just wringing out syrupy moans of his name with each push. Each urgent flick of his fingers on your clit - not even circles anymore, fuck no he was too far gone for that now. Just messy, senseless patterns. “Y’gonna lose like my ah- p-pretty girl or am I gonna hafta keep treating you like my bitch?”
“But-” you wheeze.
“I hngh- also really wanna fuck this cute cunt properly, y’know/”
Your vision’s blurring now, lungs straining for air. Yet you’re so cockdrunk that all you can focus on is the lewd curve of Geto’s dick, barely even realizing when your hips are trying to inch down for more. Jolting with each rub of his thumb against your clit.
Harder. Deeper.
“Sugu!” you’re screaming when you recklessly slam yourself back to meet his ruthless cadence. All the way back until your ass was pressing flush against the v-line jutting out from Geto’s toned pelvis. Shoving his cock so deep inside your plushy cunt it felt like his fat tip was making its mark against your lungs.
You lost - gladly.
And for all his confidence, Geto Suguru is shocked. Half-lidded eyes flying open, teeth biting down on his lower lip so hard with the effort to hold back his disbelieving moans it was like he was trying to draw blood.
“O-oh oh my god. Fuck fuck fuck fuck-” he shudders, jaw falling slack, swollen cock colliding in and out with your needy cunt.
You send him a delirious half-glance, “Are you ok-”
The hand rested around your throat immediately comes down - finally letting you breathe. Only to just slam your head back down onto the pillow so you can’t see how utterly fucked he was. Keeping you still, “Just shut up and cum f’me, gorgeous.”
And oh you do - all over Geto’s pretty cock, your elastic walls molding around him to feel every ridge and bump as he fucks you through your wave of high. Hard. Fast. Sending electricity down your veins every time he hits the bullseye of your g-spot. Over and over and-
“H-hey, Sugu-” your teary face manages to look up from the pillow. Gummy walls still spasming around him, “Best out of three?”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - FIRST?!
It was a simple favor, really - just a way to help your dear best friend lose his virginity.
To shut up those adorable whines about how much he dreams of feeling your- a pussy wrapped around his cock. And when he looked to you for help with those dark, puppy-dog eyes? Well, how could you ever say no?
Which is why you have Choso splayed out on your mattress, hazy gaze bulging when you straddle his toned hips. Sliding his tight boxers down his thighs - fuck, he was massive. A delicate, innocent pink at his angry head, leaking endless precum all the way down, down, down his creamy length.
“Jus’ the tip, right?” you hum. Cunt throbbing at the sight of his swollen cock twitching up in interest at the mere sound of your sultry tone. “Jus’ to have you feel me?”
“God, yes.” he whispers - barely even audible, when you slot his leaky tip between your puffy folds. Letting your pussy drool your sweet sweet juices all over him. “Yes yes yes hurry please need to feel you- just the tip just the-” Choso’s voice breaks when you just barely press him past that first ring of resistance. “Oh- oh fuuuuck this is what it feels like? Hngh-”
The stretch of his fat head inside was so sinful. So maddening and shit- if this was what it was like with barely half of his tip in, then it drove you insane to wonder what it’d be like if you took in all of him. Smirking, “Mhm? You hah- like this, Cho?”
Fuck, hearing that little nickname right now makes Choso get even girthier, cock swelling painfully to stretch your sloppy hole.
“L-like this?” he asks, voice ragged with genuine disbelief. Barely-lucidly bringing one of your hands up to his face to press a soft, lingering kiss. “Oh, baby, I l-love this.”
He’s inching his thick head in further and further, kissing down your neck wetly.
You’re choking when he starts up a messy, urgent rut of his hips upwards - untimed and sloppy like he didn’t know how to use his unforgiving cock yet, like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. Just bare, shallow little thrusts that have your hole stretching out and molding to the shape of his needy tip.
Babbling, “Fuck, what’ve you done to me? How can you f-feel so good- how can you-”
Over and over and-
“O-oh, Cho!” you gasp when he accidently brushes up against one of your hidden sweet spots. Eyes going wide, jaw falling into an awestruck “oh” at as you buck and clamp down so fucking tight around him. Begging, “There- fuck fuck there wan’ more- hngh wan’ more of you, please.”
The only response you’re getting is a string of incoherent profanity. Shit, Choso thinks he’s gonna pass out - that he might just paint your pretty pussy white already.
But because he couldn’t stand the embarrassment of that, he wraps his big arms so tight around your waist. Running a palm to cradle your scalp, he hisses when he presses a kiss to your forehead, “Can’t.” And the word has barely left his sagging lips before Choso gives an unplanned, jagged thrust up into your cunt. Body moving before his mind to bully his swollen cock inside, spreading your puffy folds along the veins down his length. “Can’t- just the tip- shouldn’t.”
“S’okay, Cho–”
“But-”
You were his best friend. His favorite person - and he always did feel guilty for thinking of you, cock in hand, on those long lonely nights. So this is the last thing he should be doing.
But, oh it was like a dam had been broken open, and despite his words, Choso’s mouth is salivating at the thought.
Pushing in sweet, desperate bucks of his hips to just drag your sloppy pussy down deeper and deeper - unknowingly, all the way down to his soaked base. Yet Choso was still pushing and pushing deliriously.
“Just the tip just the- shouldn’t do this-” he pants against your open mouth, nipping and sucking on your bottom lips. “Only ever ngh- dreamed of this.” Each word is punctured by a rough ram into your dripping cunt, molding your gummy walls to that upwards curve of his dick. Reeling out a honeyed ah! ah! ah! from you every time his pretty veins were pulsing against your sensitive spots. “Shouldn’t ohhh I shouldn’t- fuck!”
Choso loses the end of his sentence - and his sanity - when he dares take a greedy look downwards.
Being met with the absolutely obscene sight of your poor cunt being split apart on him. Realizing he was now very much past his tip, veering into the dangerous territory of your pussy lips kissing his toned pelvis, milking him until there was nothing more.
“Heh.” His glassy eyes look up when you giggle, “So much for hah- ‘jus’ the tip’, huh?”
Choso grins - a languid, pussydrunk grin you never thought you could even imagine on your sweet best friend. Purring lowly, “Oh, my girl.Because of you m’never gonna be satisfied with just the tip ever again.”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Please, please, please
“Apology not accepted, brat.” Sukuna spits out over your blubbering cries, still holding your squirming hips so stupidly still around his fat tip. Nothing more, nothing less. “Nuh uh, this is all yer gonna get if you wanna hah- complain so much.”
Now, Ryomen Sukuna is a strong man, always has been. He hasn’t missed those concerned looks strangers give you when he’s out in public with you, or the way your coworkers’ eyes widened in shock when they first saw him.
The strongest - for everything except you.
So, when he overhears you gossiping with your little friends about how maybe he’s too big - how it’s a bit of a hassle to lose your ability to walk every night - then, well, that spiteful little part of himself decides it’s time to give you exactly what you want.
You’re wriggling your ass downwards, gummy walls sucking him up trying to sink further and further down Sukuna’s dizzying cock, “B-but Kuna-”
“B-b-but Kuna.” He mocks in a pitch higher than normal, two thick fingers coming up to squish your tear-stained cheeks together into an embarrassing pout. Smirking down greedily, “But what? You were runnin’ this pretty mouth earlier, what happened now, hm? Too cockdrunk?”
And fuck, he didn’t expect you to be in the state to think up an answer to that question - he didn’t think you even heard it at first, too busy trying to milk his cock for all he was worth.
But oh you always did surprise him.
Teary, overstimulated gaze locking with his dark one when you give an unsteady, determined nod. Whimpering, “F-fuck yes.”
Unbeknownst to himself - and his little scheme to punish you - your lewd little answer has Sukuna’s hips jutting forwards. Bullying past your gummy resistance to spearhead just a tinge more than his fat head into your sloppy entrance.
“O-oh.” he groans, dropping his head feverishly into the crook of your neck. Trying to get back some control over his own body, but shit just an ounce of the way your slutty cunt was massaging every ridge and curve of his swollen cock and the king of curses just breaks. He’s biting his sharp canines down on your lower lip in what can barely be called a kiss. Messy. “Oh you little minx. You evil, evil-” He gives a punctuated half-thrust. “-brat.”
And that’s all it takes for Sukuna to be drunk on your cunt. To sink his achingly hard cock in so deep that it has his heavy balls smacking your ass, his leaky tip pressing a harsh peck to your poor cervix.
Deeper.
Hips immediately snapping forwards to replicate those purposeful, long slams you were tittering about just earlier today.
“You’re so fuckin- hah-” he sucks in a shaky breath when you clench down on him hard. Absent-mindedly, Sukuna toys his free thumb down to roll against your neglected clit, wondering if this was part of your evil plan. Spitting against your kiss-bitten lips, “-unfair. Riling me up, complaining about it being ‘too much’ n’ then taking it like such a slut.”
It’s all you can do to moan brokenly, “Wasn’t- wasn’t complaining.”
For this, you’re getting a punishing smack! to your ravaged clit, immediately followed by an apologetic circle of Sukuna’s fingers. Harder. “So now you’re gonna ngh- lie while m’fucking you like this?”
As if to prove his point - and maybe drag out a few more of your honeyed cries on his cock - he’s reeling his hips back. Letting his throbbing veins massage against every inch of your elastic walls until it was just the ends of his thick head left inside you now. “Really? Real confident for someone that was just begging for my cock, y’know.”
“N-no!” you gasp, panicked. Your ankles manage to lock around Sukuna’s sculpted waist, digging into those sinful dimples at the end of his spine to push his length in deeper - just the way you liked it. “No no no- ngh was a compliment. A compliment I swear! Was bragging ah-”
He leers oh so cockily, “Oh really?”
Only growing at your urgent nod, your glossy lips falling into such a pretty pout, “Promise. Would n-never hah- complain about your cock, Kuna.”
Fuck, did you know how to drive him insane.
To have him playing right into your pretty lil’ hands.
Because each and every word spilling out of your delirious mouth has Sukuna fucking you deeper and deeper into the mattress. So animalistic with the way he was plunging into you like some glorified sextoy, the curve of his dick rubbing spots inside your gummy walls that you didn’t even know existed. That have you seeing stars. That have him forgetting that stupid promise of “just the tip”.
Too big? Fucking hilarious, you were lucky if you could make it out alive tonight with the way all the blood in his massive body was rushing to Sukuna’s dick, stretching him to an obscene girth.
“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-” he’s grunting with each nudge against your cervix, your g-spot. Bruising you from the inside out. “Well then…” He’s wrestling your nodding face towards him, thrusts growing more and more erratic with each moan. “-let’s give you some more to brag about, hm?”
♡ GOJO SATORU - (Mind)break!
No one would believe their ears if they could see the great Gojo Satoru right about now. That Gojo Satoru? The strongest? The cocky lil’ shit that upturned desks and skipped out on every single jujutsu meeting?
Of course, it wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru that came straight to you after a particularly taxing jujutsu mission, eyes wide - crazed, a feral grin on him that’d never left. Of course, it wasn’t the same Gojo Satoru that had to take only one look at you before ripping your poor clothes off, pent-up jujutsu still thrumming behind his fingers where he folded you into such a mean mating press. Making you cum over and over selfishly while he hasn’t even once.
Of course.
But here he was - around your third orgasm, his face buried nose-deep at your erratic pulse, powerful hips jerky and stuttering while he tried to keep his swollen cock controlled, buried inside your heavenly cunt still only till that pretty pink slit at his head.
Because this was Gojo Satoru, and he didn’t want to break you just yet.
“Aww, look at you- fuck!” Gojo whines when the tip of his sensitive cock brushes up against another one of your sweet spots. Reeling back ever-so-slightly to spit right onto your bulging cunt once. Twice. “Fuck just look at you, sweetheart.”
And before you can react, a large hand is enveloping your cheeks. Sending a buzz of electricity from his touch to where he was tilting your head down, forcing you to look at the obscene sight below you.
Your ravaged cunt all messy and glistening with the excess of Gojo’s saliva, slobbering even filthier down the head of his unforgiving cock. Red and angry, each slow, controlled grind just begging for you to take him whole.
The little gasp that leaves your candied lips is enough for Gojo to moan gutturally, “Ohhh look at that- look at that. Makes me wanna hah-” His ragged words trail off, thighs flexing like they were about to shove himself up, up, up and- only for your boyfriend to gather whatever’s left of his sanity with a sharp intake of breath. “-wanna break you.”
Stubbornly, you jut out your kiss-bitten lower lip, grinding your hips up pathetically to try and take some more greedy inches for yourself. “Why not? Wan’ more than jus’ the tip, gimme ngh all of it.”
“Heh, my needy girl. So- so cock-hungry, huh?” Gojo spits, another steady stream of saliva hitting your waiting tongue- wait, when did you even let it loll out like that? He plows on, thumb gliding over to gloss it over your lips. “Wish I could- ohhh I wish so bad. But m’too fuckin’ hah- worked up after that mission. Can’t handle- can’t control hngh-”
Each word sounds stilted - pained. And Gojo’s giving minute, almost-unidentifiable thrusts puncturing each one. Slowly but surely losing his sanity as well as his restraint.
If either of you were in any better state of mind, maybe you’d have noticed that glowing tinge in his hazy eyes, the little crackles of purple lighting dancing down his milky skin.
But, no, instead you’re whining, “I don’t care, Toru–”
“No you d-don’t get to do that.” he gasps, eyes going wide at that unfair nickname. Giving a dangerous half-thrust into your gummy walls. “No no no no you don’t get to do that. M’only giving you the tip right now.” And you’re being gifted a messy little graze of Gojo’s plump lips against your own, hissing when you bite down. “Don’t know the ngh- extent of my power. S’unstable- could kill- hah destroy-”
“You talk too much.”
Gojo can sense it before it happens - of course he can. And he knows he should stop it, for the safety of you and less importantly, the entirety of Japan. He knows he should keep fucking you with just his fat head, keeping as much composure as possible.
But Gojo lets it happen anyway.
Letting those wobbly legs of yours dangling around his broad shoulders lock in an instant to just nudge his body forwards. Sighing when you feel the stretch of his rock-hard cock making their mark past his thick head.
The lights go out. All of them - all across Tokyo, in fact. Shining too bright that they burst into little shards of energy.
Yet it doesn’t matter to you or Gojo, his electric-blue eyes burning bright into the darkness. Tiny flicks of lightning illuminating your ruined bedroom as his entire body stiffens for a split-second. Jolting like he’d come to life - and in one, fluid movement, he was buried inside your tight pussy. Fully.
Fuck, Gojo’s stretched so taut. Something ugly, dangerous snapping in him when that’s all it takes for him to be releasing thick rope after rope of his seed. Cumming and cumming so hard it’s like he can’t stop. Won’t stop.
Knows he won’t for a very, very long time even when you reach your high for the fourth time that night. Milking him for every single drop.
Even when his cum paints your gummy walls a white to match his hair, filling you up so much that it overspills. Forming a lewd little pool below that makes you tremble impossibly deeper down Gojo’s still hard cock.
And the only thing you can hear in the moment the low crackle of jujutsu in the suddenly pressurized air, and the sinful squelches as Gojo steadies his hips back dangerously. Readying. Letting out a raspy, barely-audible whisper, “If we make it out of this alive, remind me to buy you plan B, sweetheart.”
A/N. Tony stop writing Higuruma cameos challenge GO! (Failed)
Hi, it’s that sci-fi anon again! Since someone asked, I decided I might as well write more lol: Part 1, Part 2
It was supposed to have been a student excursion, a nice escape from the constant barrage of news about the instability between the planetary system territories. This part of the system was supposed to have been safe and far away enough from all of it, but, all too soon, the government-funded ship was taken into the custody of some unknown pirates, and the students taken prisoner.
Eric had heard about what happened to pirate prisoners and he shivered, glancing worriedly at the small group of boys around him as they were marched along the dark hallways of the pirate ship, their arms bound behind their backs. The aliens were a greenish-yellow, tall and almost insect-like, with wings folding behind their backs and multifaceted eyes that glittered in the sparse lighting. The student instructors were nowhere in sight and Eric didn’t want to think about what had been done with them. As they wound deeper into the bowels of the ship, which was almost hive-like in its construction, his hope at escaping began to dwindle.
Pirate prisoners were often sold as slaves, or worse, used as breeders. At least, that’s what the rumors said. Breeders were rarely found or rescued – and they often didn’t want to be. Eric risked a quick glance up at his captors and felt tears prickling at his eyes as the alien shoved his head down, pushing him forward roughly.
They were filed into a small lobby and stripped of their uniforms and underclothing and then into a huge, wide bay, filled with what looked like numerous, glass, tube-shaped cases. Eric ripped his eyes away from the far end’s cases, which seemed to contain numerous specimens of beings from all over the galaxy, hooked up to strange machines.
“What are they going to do to us?” Eric’s friend, Nat, whispered nervously to their other friend, Lucian. Nat was immediately grabbed by an alien and shoved into one of the closest cases and the boys began struggling and yelling as they were each dragged away roughly and pushed into cases of their own.
Eric could barely fight back against the raw strength of the tall alien, which seemed to be clicking and hissing disapprovingly at him. And he soon found himself straddling what seemed to be a sleek metal stool with a hollow in the middle, almost like a toilet, his back against the wall of the case, which was promptly locked.
Mechanical arms snaked down and bound Eric’s wrists to restraints bolted into the walls, and his ankles were restrained to the floor. They were padded, to prevent injury, but he strained at them so hard that his skin went red anyway. A third restraint slid over his ribs, just above his stomach, holding him fast to the wall. A fourth, also padded, snaked around his neck to hold him back against the wall as well, giving him just enough room to breathe, but not enough to move his head forward.
A mechanical whirring noise started up and a clear tube made its way up to him from a panel in the flooring. It had a soft, rubbery nozzle at the end and it quickly shoved into Eric’s mouth before he could clench his teeth in protest. As he watched, a milky-looking substance ran up the tube and then spilled onto his tongue. It was sweet and sticky and he coughed on it through his nose before reluctantly swallowing it down.
This went on for what must have been ten minutes, and he felt uncomfortably sated and sweaty from the continued feeding. In fact, he began feeling quite overheated as he swallowed and swallowed, before he finally passed out, breathing hard.
Eric wasn’t sure when he woke, but sharp pinpricks startled him awake and he yelped hoarsely around the now-empty tube in his mouth. Two thin needles, extending from snaking arms, were stabbing into his nipples and injecting – well he wasn’t really sure what. But he still felt uncomfortably heated and sweaty and the needles stung and he sighed with relief when they pulled out and sunk back into the floor.
His buttocks felt the sweatiest, and strangely sticky. He felt more of the fluid dripping down between his thighs and, oh – his cock was very erect and red. A spurt of the fluid gushed out of his ass and he inadvertently ground his hips against the air, humping at nothing.
Eric still wasn’t sure what was going on, but he didn’t feel as anxious about it as he had before. A weird, thrumming excitement was running through his veins. His nipples were still hurting and sensitive and he could see that they were starting to look erect and puffy as well.
Eric found himself wishing that he had a hand free so that he could wrap it around his dick and jerk it off, just to have some relief. He felt like he was going crazy.
He kept humping at the air as more and more fluid leaked from his ass, dripping down his legs. He needed something, anything.
The stool beneath him began to move, splitting into two distinct halves and spreading his legs further. He almost whined needily when he felt something nudge up against his wet entrance and he immediately felt a flash of embarrassment at his strange behavior. What was he doing? He was, however, distracted from that thought as another tube slithered up from the floor panels and hovered over his erection.
It was the same size as the one in his mouth, but this one had an open rubber end, drooling with some strange substance, and it quickly and snugly fit around his penis as he gasped, almost jolting forward to curl in on himself – and would have had he not been restrained. Every touch against Eric’s skin was almost painfully sensitive.
The tube around his penis began suctioning and he moaned lowly. It felt so, so good. And he wanted more of it. He twisted in his seat and just took it, the rubber mouth pumping along his length. It didn’t take long before he was cumming, his semen being sucked away down the tube. Hazily, he realized he was still hard, and still wanted more.
“Nnngh.” He moaned, and then gasped as he felt something breach his ass. It was thick and very rubbery, and he was surprised that it didn’t hurt much. It was almost like his body was ready for it. Prepared.
Eric moaned again at that thought as the machine slowly filled him, finally bottoming out and pressing its entire length into him. He couldn’t look down very well, but he could see a slight bulge in his abdomen where it rested inside of him. Eric shivered at how amazing it felt – pressing against the spaces in him that he hadn’t known had needed to be filled. The suction on his cock started up once more.
In and out, slowly. In and out. And Eric began losing himself to the machine’s languid thrusting, desperately wanting it faster, but also enjoying the lazy sensations. It didn’t take long to speed up, though, and Eric began keening as it drove into him, slapping into his ass with squelching noises. Driving sharp, huffing sounds from him. “Unf, unf, uung.”
He came again and the suction sucked away his spend, the machine still fucking him through it steadily.
Then it was pistoning in, shaking him with every thrust and sliding against his prostate, and he let out a high keen as it went faster and faster, then buried itself deeply into him, gushing fluid. So much of it. Eric climaxed again, hard, the suction slurping around his dick.
His belly was distending with every pump of fluid. He groaned and his eyes rolled back at the overstimulation.
Something trickled down into his feeding tube again and he sucked at it placidly before drifting out of consciousness once more.
When he woke once more, he was being fucked again, but with something slightly larger, it seemed. He could see its wide head rubbing into his once-again flat stomach, beneath his skin. His penis was still attached to the tube, but at rest. However, once he woke, the thrusting became harder and the suction began again. Eric whimpered and writhed against them.
He noticed his pecs had swollen out, overnight, possibly? His nipples still very large and puffy. Two thin tubes snaked up from the floor and attached their mouths to the pink nubs, suctioning in the same way the one on his dick was. And he was shocked when milk began flowing out, a steady stream of it, the suckling sensations going directly to his groin. He drooled around his feeding tube as a different, slightly bitter tasting liquid spilled into his mouth. Eric moaned helplessly and shook against his restraints, simply forced to sit and take the overwhelming violation as he came.
And came again, and again and again.
This went on for a long time, possibly days… The machine would pump his belly full of cum, clean him and spray him down and dry him of sweat and fluids, alternating between the bitter liquid and the sweet liquid, which often sent him to sleep.
Eric would wake with a flat belly and the machine would then fuck him full again until it was distended and heavy. His chest was growing, too, forming into what were pretty much breasts. He didn’t know how to feel about that, but the frequent milking felt amazing. He couldn’t easily look at the cases next to him, but he could see across the bay where there were other boys from his class in cases, also in various stages of being fucked and pumped full. He did see Lucian, but he had no idea where Nat was.
And, anyway, Eric was too busy being fucked, himself, to really think about it. It was a constant cycle of being fucked and being fed and sleeping.
After just a few days, if that was what it had been, Eric was no longer being pumped full, but he was still being fucked constantly. There was a small bump in his belly that began growing gradually as the days went on – and he soon realized he was pregnant.
At the end of what must have been a week, he’d expanded to a huge degree, his stomach nearly reaching the glass wall of his tube-like compartment.
And he was still fucked mercilessly and was always kept plugged up. The large, cock-like dildo moving in and out of his ass, rocking him, even as he slept. His voluminous breasts being milked, producing more and more. He practically felt like a cow. Eric couldn’t see over his stomach and breasts anymore, but he could feel his cock being sucked at, still, and he shuddered and shook and came, still whimpering around the tube in his mouth at how good and right it all felt. Like he had been created simply for the purpose of being bred. He must have climaxed hundreds, maybe thousands of times since this all began.
Then, one day, Eric woke to sharp, cramping pains in his stomach. Contractions. He gasped, his limbs growing taut in their restraints. There was no dildo in his ass and he didn’t like it. It felt so empty. He could feel his lower opening twitching, wanting something to be wrapped around. With a heightening panic, he felt the sharp pains again and his stomach, now massive, squirmed against the glass of his case. It was time for him to birth whatever it was inside of him. And he could feel objects sliding lower in his belly, along with an overwhelming need to push.
Birthing fluids gushed from his ass and he cried out, breathing hard, as he felt something sliding down his canal. He looked across the bay and the other boys were shaking and writhing in their own tubes, each with a heavily pregnant belly of their own, some already in the process of giving birth.
Eric groaned again, and then felt the suction on his cock start up, startling him. He felt something crowning and a round, jelly-like object slipped out of him, a baseball-sized egg, brushing against his prostate, and he came. The egg slid down into a tube that had opened in the stool beneath him. Another egg came down his canal and his hips shook with arousal. He had expected it to be more painful, but he mostly just felt turned on. He breathed, milk being suckled from his breasts, and pushed again, the egg plopping out and into the tube below.
And then he came once again, panting and moaning. It went on like this for a while, this process of birthing and climaxing. His belly began to shrink and he was pretty sure he’d pushed out about thirty eggs already.
He pushed again and two fell out at once, causing him to immediately climax, milk gushing from his breasts.
By the end, Eric was exhausted as he felt what was probably the last egg leaving him, his stomach no longer heavy and gravid with his offspring. It was still the smallest bit swollen, but almost nearly identical to his original size. The feeding tubes offered him more of the sweet, sweet liquid and he soon felt drowsy, drifting off into a deep sleep.
And when he woke again, he was being fucked full once more, seed gushing into his waiting hole and expanding him and he moaned and cried, tears (Of sorrow, of joy? He wasn’t sure anymore.) rolling down his cheeks, as he realized he would be doing it all over again. And, in another week, would be giving birth again. And again. And again.
Imagine punishing zhongli for spending too much of your mora.
you’re sitting on the edge of your bed, legs crossed, as you look down at zhongli on his knees. he’s looking at you with the most apologetic eyes and begging for your forgiveness :( he’s telling you that he’ll pay you back but he knows damn well he spent well over a million. “Pay me back? With what? Money? 🤨” he’s silent now. How is he supposed to make more than a million mora? And even if he does, it would take such a long time. You sigh and say “seems like I have to punish you now, huh?” He gulped. What kind of punishment were you referring to? Would you set a limit of how much he can spend? Not spend any mora at all? Or would it be not receiving any of your affection for a certain amount of time?
His mind was racing until you finally said “Strip.” He looked up at you in shock. “P-pardon?” He stuttered. Out of all the things you could’ve done, you told him to strip? Was this what you mortals do as punishment now? “I said strip. Do I need to repeat myself?” Zhongli shook his head and began to strip until he was entirely naked infront of you. Was it the first time he was naked in front of you? No. But it was the first time he was standing there, fully naked, while you were fully clothed. “Come closer.” You instructed to him. He walked over to you, hands covering his dick. “Zhongli, move your hands. I want to get a good view.” You told him. He removed his hands and fiddled with his fingers, his head turned the other way as he turned bright red. You reached out your hand and stroked his dick a few times, feeling it harden in your hand. Zhongli struggled holding in his moans. This was supposed to be a punishment, it shouldn’t be something he should be finding pleasure in.
You pulled your hand away from his cock and he let out a small whimper, missing your touch. You instructed zhongli to lie face down on your lap. He did so, and looked at you for reassurance to know if he was doing it right. You gently put your hand on his ass and gently rubbed it. Zhongli was wondering what you were doing, when suddenly… SMACK! your hand landed a harsh slap to his ass. He felt like a little kid getting spanked by their mother for misbehaving, they only difference was that he moaned, not out of pain, but from pleasure. His hand immediately slapped over his mouth. Why did he moan? It was painful, but somehow he felt pleasure from it. “Oh dear, did you moan? I didn’t expect you to get off from your punishment.” You teased him, gently rubbing where you hit. “I-I apologize, I didn’t mean to—” SMACK! another harsh slap to his ass, and another moan left his lips. “Sorry, what were you saying dear?” You asked innocently, going back to rubbing his ass gently. “I-I didn’t mean to get off from my punishment.” He answered. You slapped his ass again, and lo and behold, he moaned once again. “You’re sorry? But how come you keep moaning every time I spank you, hm?” You asked him, squeezing his ass. He let out a moan, which was muffled by his hand. This continued on for some minutes, each time you spanked him, he moaned and apologized.
You stopped spanking him when he came all over your thigh. You sighed, and rubbed his ass, which was now red from all of the slapping you did. “This won’t do. How could this be a punishment if you’re enjoying it so much? First you moan every time I hit you, and now you come from me hitting you? Not to mention, you came without permission.” You said in disappointment. “I-I apolo-“ zhongli started, but you cut him off. “Be quiet, you whore.” Him? A whore? If anyone else had said this, they wouldn’t have seen the light of day again. But when you said it, he couldn’t help but feel himself get hard again.
You got him up out of your lap and seated him on the bed. He sat there confused. Did he disappoint you? Well of course he did, he got off from you spanking him. He got off from what was supposed to be a punishment. Anxious to know what you would do next, he looked over at you. You were rummaging through a box, until you finally pulled out something—a cock ring. “Zhongli, go stand by that wall over there.” You ordered. He hastily got up from the bed and went over to the wall you pointed at. You walked over to him and placed the cock ring on his dick. You told him to turn around, place his hands on the wall, spread his legs, and stick his ass out. He followed each and every one of your orders. “Like this?” His head turned to look at you. And my goodness was it a sight. You fought the urge to just shove your dick in him and fuck him until he saw stars. The sight made you almost forget that it was a punishment, almost.
You had ten mora in your hand. You lifted up his fingers and placed a piece of mora underneath each of his fingers. “Let me tell you the rules now. Each time you drop a coin, you have to pay me a tenth of the amount you spent today, and spend a day in a cock cage. If you drop none, you don’t have to pay me back and you don’t have to be in a cock cage. If you drop all of them, you have to pay me back the total amount you spent, and be put in a cock cage until you pay me back every last mora. This is your punishment for overspending and coming without permission. Do you understand?” You asked. He nodded. “Good. Let’s begin then.”
You gave a smack to his ass, in which he moaned to. But he did not drop a coin. Well, not yet. You shoved your fingers into his mouth and jerked him off. His mouth was sucking and moaning onto your fingers. Once satisfied, you slid your fingers out of his mouth and rubbed his asshole, ready to enter. Your fingers slid into his hole and began fucking him at a fast pace, your other hand now gripping onto his hip. Zhongli now started letting out louder moans, but he still had not dropped a coin. You continued fucking him with your fingers, moving around to find his prostate. And when you found it? He let out the loudest, sexiest moan you could imagine. Just from that alone, he dropped not one, but two coins.
Now knowing where his prostate was, you used it to your advantage. You switched from hitting it, to rubbing it, and back to hitting it. Poor cutie was struggling to keep it together. He started shaking more, the coins threatening to drop if he wasn’t careful. He dropped two more coins from that. Once you stretched his hole out, you began to enter him with your dick. Just from you entering him, he dropped another coin. 5 coins down, 5 more to go. You pulled out to where only the tip was in him, and then slammed right back into him, hitting directly at his prostate. That made him drop three coins all at once. He only had two now. He should be more careful now, but it was just so difficult when you felt so good. Your hand made its way to his dick and the other to his nipple. He dropped another coin. He was getting stimulated all over now. It felt too much for him, and the last coin threatened to fall. He felt like coming, but he couldn’t because of that stupid cock ring on him. Your hand, that was previously on his nipple, made its way to his ass. You rubbed it gently, and squeezed it hardly, earning a loud moan from zhongli. And with one harsh slap to ass, he dropped the final coin.
click!
thud!
holy shit this was long LMAO this was supposed to be a short thirst but somehow ended up as a fanfic. did I redeem myself yet? one thirst down, two more to go
-🍡
my uterus literally fluttered at this 💀 the image of zhongli against the wall and sticking his ass out for you? hnnngggggn
when he drops all the coins he keeps begging you to take off the ring n let him cum already, he'll pay you back, he promises! but you keep thrusting harder into him and listening to his begs get even more broken as he tears up from both pleasure and pain. why not just not touch his dick either? he also wants to touch himself so so bad (like it'll make him cum even) but you have to punish him nice n well, right? snaking your hands to his nipples instead; flicking n pulling them.
you outdo yourself with everything you send 🍡.... blows you a kiss
(brainwashing, mind control collar, company drone, corporate slutwashing, nc, mf blowjobs, and such nsft things)
Sadie knew she should probably have higher standards for herself than to accept a job at a warehouse belonging to such an infamous tech corporation. She had heard a lot about the fully computerized "electronic management system", the poor morale, and even some recent rumors about employees being forced to wear some kind of tracking technology made by the tech giant. Some crazy conspiracy theorists even said they brainwash people, much to Sadie's amusement. Point was, the company's reputation was bad. She needed to pay her rent this month SOMEHOW though, and this was the only company that replied to her application in time.
The application process had been weirdly pleasant. Most online job application portals were either ridiculously outdated or way too repetitive, but this application process kinda just... flew by. It kind of felt like a game at the time, and it was a little exciting? ...But she already barely remembered the process after a couple days, so maybe she was just excited to work for such a well-known company. Should she be so excited? She knew the company’s employee retention rate was really bad… but she needed money badly, and soon. And, hey, if it was as inhumane as everyone said, she could always just quit after a few weeks like everyone else does.
And so Sadie showed up to her first day on the job with a “fuck it” attitude, not knowing what to expect. She walked into the employee entrance, as the email she received had instructed. Beyond the door, there to greet her was… nobody. All she saw was doors on the wall facing her, a kiosk of some kind with a darkened screen, and hallways extending to either side. Confused, Sadie stood looking around for a few moments. Shouldn’t there be a manager or onboarding representative or something?
Just as she started thinking about either hunting down a manager or leaving while she had the chance, a screen in front of her lit up with a chime. One of the building’s creepy cameras must’ve recognized her from the video recording of her interview process, because the screen read, “EMPLOYEE SADIE: REPORT TO TRAINING ROOM.” Underneath that text was a map that simply had an arrow pointing towards the door that was closest to her in the first place.
“Okay, simple enough,” Sadie said to herself. The screen chimed again, as the text changed to say, “GOOD JOB!” Maybe it should’ve seemed creepy or condescending, but Sadie found it kind of charming that the company was trying to make their infamous automated management system a little less cold. With a small smile blooming across her face, she went to the training room and opened the door.
When she opened the door, she found a simple room with a chair facing a large screen. She quickly began to feel silly for still expecting a human manager to greet her at this point. She knew the company was known for its efficient, computerized processes. But still… this seemed a bit much.
She sighed in an attempt to ease her own uncertainty and sat down in the chair. As she did so, the screen on the wall she was facing lit up with the words, “HELLO EMPLOYEE SADIE,” and a pre-recorded voice began to speak to her through a slightly distorted-sounding speaker as some generic stock footage rolled. Sadie found the distortion in the audio a bit distracting and had to remind herself to actually tune in to what the training video was saying.
“Welcome to your first day at the warehouse! You must be wondering what your job here as PICKING STAFF ASSISTANT entails! Before you learn more about your important role here, you need to know more about our company...” Sadie already began to feel her eyes glaze over. Oh, she knew the company. She had heard about its human rights violations, about its lawsuits, about its poor employee treatment, about how it couldnt keep anyone employed. Or, at least, she vaguely remembered hearing something along those lines. She had never really been a “news” kind of person. Had she? Isn’t it better to just focus on your own life instead of getting bogged down in overdramatized media networks that only exist to make you mad so you keep tuning in? She should honestly not even listen to all that bad news. After all, it was only her first day on the job, and being pessimistic like that could blind her to the great opportunities the company might provide to her. She nodded to herself, feeling like the thought was novel and fascinating, but also like it had always been there in the back of her mind.
Enough being amused with yourself, Sadie! Pay attention! Sadie scolded herself. It wasn’t like there was a human in the room to ask questions to about anything important she missed. “…In contrast to that misrepresentation, we are now implementing a strategy to increase quality of life for employees like you! This new job quality strategy includes an increased emphasis on employee-to-employee contact, morale maintenance, and a more effortless and streamlined workflow that takes all the worry away from our loyal workers…”
That sounded good. And the footage of workers smiling at each other and smiling towards the camera was really nice. She thought the woman in particular looked way too beautiful to be acting for stock footage, but it’s probably just as tough of an economy for actresses as it is for nobodies who work at warehouses like this. Honestly, Sadie was even starting to picture such a pretty girl working at a warehouse. This job was as good as any, and there was no need to degrade this great company just because it wouldn’t offer her fame or respect. Pretty girls are good for teamwork and morale anyway. Good, pretty girls are great at smiling and nodding and making their coworkers happy. Just like the good, pretty girl on the screen.
“Now that kind of fantastic employee culture is what you’d expect from a great company like this!” Dammit, Sadie! She had spaced out again already. She was trying so hard to be a good, pretty girl, too. It was just so hard to focus! Maybe it was just the way that the slightly-too-loud, distorted audio seemed to make the air in her ears seem to pulse and press on her brain. Or maybe it was the way the shiny video went all flickery and colorful every few minutes. Or… honestly? Maybe she was just a silly girl who was never good at focusing anyway, and that’s why she ended up at a job like this. Maybe she needs to work at this warehouse job because she’s not cut out for anything else. I’m just a silly, pretty girl. This company is the only place a girl like me belongs. Something about that thought made Sadie’s body tingle in an intoxicating way. She fought with the distracting sensation to tune in again.
“..and as you know, a feeling of belonging is essential to employee retention. This is why our management team has worked hard to create a training process that lets you know that it’s okay to be yourself!” Sadie nodded, it was okay to be herself here. I might as well admit to myself that I’m just a silly prettygirl that belongs at this company, she thought to herself as the voice and the video continued to wash over her. It’s okay if I can’t pay attention, that’s how I ended up being a silly prettygirl who belongs here anyway.
The video, in fact, seemed to defy her understanding. She knew it was just a regular training video, but the meaning of the images seemed to slip off of her mind and wash over her body in wave after wave of tingles. “…One of the topics where employee belonging and employee efficiency meet in the middle is the important goal of making sure the male employees throughout our company remain stress-free and efficient...” The voice passed back in and back out of her awareness. Her inability to consciously process the video only meant she was in the right place. She belonged here, so she had finally found a place where she didn’t have to focus in order to do her job. And as a good prettygirl, she had no desire to focus. She only wanted to make the other employees happy. She only wanted to smile and nod and be more of a good, silly prettygirl every day.
“…The strong men in charge of picking and packing goods for shipment are one example of this. These men are a key point where we can maximize our productivity. If they are distracted by non-work-related thoughts, inefficiency can slip in. However, if their physical and emotional needs are met, then they are more likely to remain focused on their task. That’s where you come in, as a PICKING STAFF ASSISTANT…” Sadie knew the video was telling her something, but it was also showing her fascinating footage of important male warehouse workers. They were kind of hot. She giggled to herself a little as images of the men filled her vision, along with flashes of text that she couldn't seem to read.
The voice also continued to pulse into her mind, words only halfway coalescing into meanings that Sadie’s silly brain could consciously process. She vaguely registered that the company wanted her to help the men who do the actual warehouse work in some way. She had to help them focus.
She couldn’t focus at all, though! How could a simple silly prettygirl like Sadie ever assist her coworkers when she gets all distracted like this? Sadie felt anxiety grip in her stomach as her desire to do well for the company fought with her understanding that she ended up here because she couldn’t do complex work, as a weak and ditzy prettygirl.
“Now, you may be feeling upset," the voice gently intoned through the pulsing speakers, "as we tend to select workers that are underqualified for this position." Sadie bit her lip, feeling like the company read her mind somehow.
“Fortunately for you, our company is dedicated to educating and elevating our employees in order to help them meet higher standards and achieve goals they never imagined they could achieve,” the narration offered Sadie a much-needed spark of hope, as she watched footage of dazed-looking, pretty girls jumping and clapping happily in slow motion, their boobies bouncing in celebration, barely contained by their work-appropriate, corporate-color-scheme-compliant tube dress uniforms. She felt happy too, just like the prettygirls on screen, as the video faded back into vague pulses of colors and images she couldn’t quite focus on.
“That’s why, as part of our employee improvement program, we are happy provide further guidance to you through our non-invasive training collar,” the video showed a prettygirl (like Sadie) smiling with a seamless chrome-silver band clasped around her neck. Sadie was so relieved. “With this new technology, you will have a totally stress-free work experience where focusing is never mandatory and being a good prettygirl only requires following basic instructions.” It only made sense. If Sadie wore a training collar, she wouldn’t have to return to the training room again and then work hard to remember all of the complicated stuff the videos told her. All of the important instructions would be right there with her! Her body tingled with how good she felt for understanding that a silly, dumb prettygirl like her needed a training collar to do her job right.
“It’s time for you to begin your first day on the job! At the bottom of this screen, a capsule will dispense. Feel free to stand up and retrieve the capsule now.” In response to the voice’s authoritative pulses, Sadie stood and walked closer to the screen uncertainly. The instructions she just received seemed so clear but her silly head was already losing focus. She needed a collar so badly, otherwise she’d never please the company the way she needed to.
A clattering sound drew Sadie’s attention downward, and she noticed that a clear plastic cylinder had been dispensed into a rectangular slot that was just below the bottom of the screen. Sadie picked up the cylinder.
“Good prettygirl!” the voice said, and Sadie’s body tingled more than it had before, her pussy beginning to feel warmer and wetter than usual. Sadie giggled to herself nervously, feeling so silly for being turned on at a time like this.
The speakers pulsed and buzzed dizzyingly as the voice spoke again, “While you’re up here, please sign your full name on the touchscreen to confirm that you agree with the terms of employment.” The subtly flickering screen showed a scrollable box full of legalese and a box to sign below it. Sadie quickly signed her name, not wanting to get distracted by all the big words that covered the top part of the screen. She was so dizzy and silly and bad at focusing, and she had signed literally hundreds of similar documents without reading before. It would be fine. She just wanted to move on quickly, rather than risk spacing out again and not pleasing the company.
“Now open the capsule and retrieve the collar,” the voice instructed with a commanding pulse. Sadie examined the plastic cylinder hurriedly, desperate to become a better worker for her new employer.
She pulled on either end of the capsule, and it popped open from the center into two plastic halves. As the halves parted, a bundle of fabric tumbled to the floor, and a liquid-shiny silver band remained at the bottom of one of the capsule's halves. Sadie dropped the empty half of the capsule and tipped the band into her hand.
The collar was a strange item— it was a long, thin metal rectangle. One side of it was perfectly smooth, with a chrome finish. The other side had circuitry-like details and strange bumpy patterns. The side with the circuity details had a painted-on text that clearly said “INSIDE.” This collar was obviously made to be used by someone as silly and spacey as Sadie. She felt grateful, and the ambient sound of the speakers buzzed warmly in her very bones.
“Now, turn it so that the text that says INSIDE is facing up and toward the front of your neck—,” Sadie was already good there,— “And press the collar around your neck so that the ends meet on the back of your neck.”
As Sadie raised the collar towards her neck, she hesitated. Something about this training collar seemed a bit odd to her, but she couldn’t place why. The collar seemed to mean something bad to some part of her mind, but all she could imagine was the sight of other collared prettygirls like her happily celebrating in their uniforms as perfect company property. Sadie felt another warm, wet tingle in her cunt, and she took a deep breath to calm her silly brain. She needed to do this in order to please the company, which was the only place that she really belonged. She raised the collar to her neck and began to put it on.
As Sadie pressed the collar to the front of her neck, it seemed to easily bend and form itself around the curve of her neck. She pressed it with her fingers as it bent around the sides of her neck, and followed with her fingers to feel it meet in the back. Where the ends met, they clicked together magnetically, and the extra space between the sealed collar and the back of her neck seemed to slowly disappear as the cold metal tightened against her neck.
Calibrating, the voice said with a now-familiar pulse, but rather than playing over the speakers, it seemed to somehow originate inside Sadie’s neck vertebrae and travel into her skull. Sadie felt her ability to focus slip even further away than usual, receding into a new, colorful, pulsing fog of distraction and dopamine that filled the spaces between her silly thoughts. She knew that letting go of focus was good, because she was a silly prettygirl, and focus was something for the male employees to use, not Sadie. Sadie stood there for an amount of time that didn’t matter to her, feeling her thoughts drift past her formlessly. She had no reason to try to recognize the thoughts. Her pussy was tingly and wet and her brain was buzzing with the joy of belonging.
Belonging to the company.
Please remove your clothes, Sadie’s spine buzzed into her skull. As Sadie’s body complied, Sadie felt like a good employee. Sadie’s practical, plain T shirt and bra were removed quickly by her hands as her silly brain was distracted by the fabric brushing her hard nipples. Her hands apparently removed her pants and panties next, because she vaguely registered her wet pussy meeting cold air. She giggled as her spine buzzed at her to Put on PICKING STAFF ASSISTANT uniform.
She felt very passive and distant as her body was picking up the bundle of shiny, stretchy fabric. Her thoughts seemed far from her, and she felt like the buzz in her spine was closer to her body’s actions than she was. Yet, somehow, all of it was smooth and effortless and amorphous and rewarding.
As she stepped into her dress and shimmied it up onto her body, a buzz in her skull notified her that heels would be more appropriate to wear to work than the boring sneakers she had worn to day 1. This information didn’t surprise Sadie, since it was installed into her mind more firmly than her own name. It was foundational, essential autobiographical information, along with the fact that she should continuously improve her appearance using her paycheck. And, of course, central to her identity was her job title, PICKING STAFF ASSISTANT/PRETTYGIRL, FULFILLMENT CENTER LOCATION 13, NUMBER 25. Girl 13-25, for short.
Sadie (Girl 13-25) ran her hands over her body to make sure her dress was hugging her body smoothly and not preventing access to her holes and cleavage. Having her fuckable parts exposed was only professional, in the same way that having a sexy plastic body would be more professional. The collar buzzed deep inside her psyche as (Sadie) Girl 13-25 thought about how much the company’s colors and logo turned her on and made her feel ready to be used by the company’s essential male employees.
Girl 13-25’s body buzzed with desire as she turned toward the door and opened it. She only barely managed to wonder in her silly head where the buzzing desire was taking her before the thought was abstracted into colorful shapes that sank into the fog. She giggled as her tits and ass wobbled precariously at both ends of the tube dress that clearly labeled her as company property. Girl 13-25 loved feeling her body sway sexily as it automatically brought her out of the room and down a hallway.
Girl 13-25 opened a door to a room full of other prettygirls just like her, who stood facing various directions, looking dazed and periodically giggling. She entered the room and closed the door behind her. Before she could really get her bearings in this new room of fellow employees, the buzzing in her skull began to pulse distractingly and irresistibly. She giggled vacantly as the room escaped her focus.
After an unknown amount of time, a door on the other side of the room opened, and a buzz rippled through all of the girls as they turned and got into a single-file line. Girl 13-25 felt the world slowly return to her as her body marched with the other girls into a larger room where several men stood chatting quietly. Even as the line of girls stopped walking and turned to face the men, the men were already taking girls aside.
Girl 13-25, fully distracted by her excitement, felt her eyes glaze over and defocus whenever she tried to recognize a man’s face. Information entered her with a helpful buzz. She realized that she didn’t need to know who the men were outside of work. She already knew they were very important company employees, and as company property it was her job to help relieve them of their distractions. Her silly brain stopped attempting to recognize the men just as one of them approached her.
The man began fondling Girl 13-25’s breasts. She looked down at the worker’s hands pushing aside her sexy company-compliant dress to feel up her sexy company-compliant titties, and the sight made her body pulse and buzz. She moved closer to him and whined incoherently as her hands helpfully reached to undo his pants and free his dick. The man’s face, which she failed to recognize, seemed pleased as she stroked his engorged penis.
The man gently pushed Girl 13-25 downward by her shoulders and she felt a wholly artificial sense of dejavu as she instinctively knelt and took his cock into her mouth. The buzzing in her spine seemed to press the memory of the moment into her core memories at the same time as it was happening, producing the sensation that she had been in this exact place before countless times, sucking the sweaty cock of a warehouse worker like it was her life’s purpose. The waves of pulsing dejavu synced up with the rhythm of the man roughly fucking her face hole, and she felt like her mind was being pounded from the inside and outside by the buzz and the scent of his pubes and the feeling that she was doing the only thing she was capable of... at the only job she would ever be good at... for the only company she would ever belong to.
When the man began to cum in Girl 13-25’s throat, it felt like something popped in her brain, causing all of the uncomfortable pressure to rush away. A pulse of brand-colored GOOD JOB! lit up inside her, and she felt her body shudder. Her throat happily swallowed around the worker’s dick as it spasmed, filling her stomach with her reward. She had perfectly fulfilled her purpose as company equipment.
The man spoke to Girl 13-25 as he pulled his cock out of her messy face hole, but she didn’t bother to focus on his words. The collar would record and process anything important, and she just let the buzz pour into her body and decide how she would move. “Thank you sir!” Girl 13-25 responded, as the company must have required her to do. The man laughed and moved away from her into the crowd, and she couldn’t keep up with which of the workers was the one who had just used her.
She felt herself sink back into a haze as she kneeled where the worker had left her. She buzzed with pleasure knowing that her tits were out. Colorful confetti floated in her brain, providing her with dopamine to reinforce a job well done. Thanks to her training collar, Girl 13-25 was already a successful fucktoy on the first day of her job. That didn’t quite make sense to her, since the memory of having her face fucked was so core to her identity that she figured it must have been going on for years, but the confusion made her feel like a silly, good pretty girl. She liked that.
Girl 13-25 giggled to herself, dribbling drool mixed with cum onto her tits, before losing track of time and place once more. Around her, company-provided prettygirls were being fucked by workers to help relieve stress. Other prettygirls stood compliantly in line, where the company’s electronic management system had dropped them off. A few sat, laid, and kneeled covered in cum where they had been used and left. They giggled and sighed periodically and gazed contentedly into space as they waited to be either used again by the workers or moved by the company's electronic management system, whichever happened first.
syn: the avatar of wrath knows just what would infuriate the prideful demon the most—that is, fucking you against the door to lucifer’s secret office, all while he’s inside it.
── cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, semi-public sex (inside the HoL library), unprotected sex, creampie, masturbation (m), horny luci, satan being a lil shit to lucifer, pet name (darling), not proofread.
this was wrong. sinful. lewd. hell, those words were far beyond what you and satan were doing right this very moment—there weren’t any words to describe how naughty your actions were but with every single thrust of the fourth-born’s hips, those thoughts of hesitancy slowly slipped from your mind. buried with the surge of lust clouding your thoughts as satan’s pace didn’t let up, not even once. his hips pushing into your own with such drive, and desperation that your lower back painfully digs further into the edges of the shelves.
that’s right. you were inside the library, most importantly, your back flush against the door to lucifer’s secret office—satan made sure of it. the worst part wasn’t even having sex in the library, it was the fact that you two were doing it right outside lucifer’s private study while he’s inside. oh, satan has seen the way his eldest brother looks at you with intent. the way lucifer’s scarlet eyes hungrily trace your figure with each opportunity he gets, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s practically eye-fucking you. satan still remembers the swirling storm inside him, the anger that bubbled at the pit of his stomach from the way his older brother eyed you. now, he just can’t help but remind lucifer who you belonged to.
the soft ember glow from the fireplace cast the side of satan’s handsome face, sweat glimmering from the fire, painting the colours of the sunset upon his fair skin—golden hair that stuck to his forehead tinged with streaks of reds and oranges; emerald irises full of lust mixed with a scarlet hue, his features fading into an angry red. wrath. you were sure that’s what he was feeling, he always did. your nails dug into the fabric of his shoulders, legs wrapped around his slender waist tightening with every jolt of your body. “s-satan—ah!” you moaned, heated and desperate just how he liked it. the corner of his mouth tugged upward, satan was sure that your erotic sounds were loud enough to reach the other side of the door. enough to disrupt lucifer from his work.
satan bit his lip from the way you felt around him, your warm walls hugging his cock so tightly, so deliciously that it made his emerald eyes roll to the back of his head. he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with how you squeezed him, and that was fine but he needed to make the most of it—he needed you to be louder. satan’s nails painfully dug into the edge of the bookshelf, his heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust of his hips. arousal dripped down to his balls, creating wet noises that filled your ears—a white ring forming at the base of his cock. fuck, it was naughty. the vast library was filled with your’s and satan’s sounds mixed with wet squelches, and the crackling of fire. you didn’t need to worry about being caught by the other brothers; belphegor was up in the attic, fast asleep, and leviathan was having a TSL marathon while the rest of them had gone out, leaving satan and lucifer down here.
thud. thud. thud. the door to lucifer’s secret office cried from satan’s unwavering pace. inside the private study, a blanket of blush covered lucifer’s face, cheeks heating up from the obvious activity happening outside the room. he didn’t know whether to curse his younger brother for vexing him like this, or to feel flustered at the lewd noises coming from your throat—the way you cry out satan’s name every now and then with such desperation, such passion that he almost wished it was his name rolling off your tongue. that he was the one making you feel pleasured. lucifer’s free hand curled into a fist, the papers beneath his palm crinkling at the movement. the tent in his pants grew with every sound you made, erotic images of you clouding his mind; imagining the way your brows furrow in pleasure, lips parted, completely lost in lust.
lucifer’s heart pounded against his chest, the half-done report before him sprawled on his desk, already forgotten. “satan.. what will i do with you..?” his voice was quiet but it seethed with fury. he knew his younger brother disliked him but not to the extent of fucking you right outside his private study. lucifer didn’t exactly know what satan gained from.. this but he wasn’t surprised with how territorial his brother was. especially when it came to you. the thuds of the door mixed with your heated moans engulfed lucifer’s ears. he didn’t even notice his eyes were closed—relishing in your sounds—until he snapped them open, startled from the wooden ink pen breaking in half from the tight grip.
dropping the broken pen on the desk, he leaned back into his chair, placing a forearm atop his closed eyes while the arm other rested on his thigh. it tingled. his palm tingled against his clothed thigh, as if urging him to do something about the growing problem at the apex of his legs—urging him to relieve himself with the help of your sounds. it wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? merely fisting himself at the thought of you wasn’t going to be the most sinful thing he’s done. lucifer had already committed the gravest sin of his life, it led to his downfall. this is nothing.
back in the library, your soft moans didn’t satisfy satan, he needed more from you. removing his hands from the shelf behind you, satan snaked them down to your ass, palms flat against the heated bare skin. a string of loud moans and curses left your parted lips as he bounced you on his cock. “o-oh my—fuck..! aah! just like that, satan!” “y-yeah? you like that?” satan’s lips ghosted over your own before sealing you into a kiss. the kiss was messy, spit coating the corners of your mouths, teeth clashing—he chased your parted lips with every bounce of your body. satan made sure not to swallow your whimpers down, he needed lucifer to hear how good he’s making you feel. he needed lucifer to know that he’s the only one who can make you moan like this.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head, bottom lip trapped between your teeth from bliss. the slight change in angle enabled his cock to reach much deeper into you, allowing you to feel every ridge when you clenched around him. satan’s cock had a slight curve to it, and the way it repeatedly hit your cervix over and over again made it more pleasurable—sending electrifying shocks up your spine. goosebumps formed under the fourth-born’s lips as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, and down the side of your sweaty neck—sucking and biting at the supple skin, leaving a hues of dark red and purple. satan marvelled at the masterpiece peppered on your skin before licking a long, flat stripe up your neck and nibbling at the lobe of your ear.
he didn’t shy away from groaning directly into your ear, harsh pants escaping his parted lips, mixed with broken endless praises. satan knew the effect his voice had on you, especially when he sung praises to you—he didn’t miss the way you squeezed around him with every praise muttered into your ear. satan cursed at the pleasure, a heated gasp and a desperate whisper of your name coming from him. this spurred him on, harshly bouncing you on his cock with all his strength—you swear he’s about to leave handprints on your ass with how hard he’s gripping them.
it was getting too much, you could feel the coil deep in your stomach beginning to unravel. your body grew limp from pleasure, simply leaning onto satan’s front and letting him have his way with you. all you could really do was cry out his name and run your nails down his clothed back. satan groaned, relishing at the way your moans travelled straight to his ear—specs of white slowly clouded his vision, and his fingers dug into the supple flesh of your ass. he was close. “s-satan—ngh! fuck fuck fuck! ‘m cumming!” broken shallow pants left your lips. holding his emerald gaze, lids heavy with lust, “that’s it—haah! let go for me, my darling.” satan breathed out, knees buckling from pleasure. he was close too.
leaning against the other side of the door was lucifer, pants unbuttoned, and pulled down just enough to take his cock out. his wrist between was between his teeth to muffle moans as he fisted his cock to your sounds. it was heavenly, even the angels up at the celestial realm couldn’t compare to the way your voice sounded. he let out harsh breaths, each one shaky from how his fingers curled around his hard cock. lucifer teased the sensitive slit with his thumb, knees almost giving in from the immense pleasure. with his back against the door, he could hear things much better—the skin slapping, the wet noises, the heated gasps, all of it. how lewd but lucifer didn’t care, he had one thing in mind: cumming. he sped up the pace, synching it with your shallow pants and hoping to reach his orgasm the same time as you.
both of you sung in unison, cries of pleasure filling the entire library as you reached your orgasm. your legs tightened around satan’s waist, every muscle in your body turning taut as shocks of hot, white pleasure ran throughout your body, making your toes curl. satan let out one last cry of your name before sheathing his cock deep inside you and letting go—thick ribbons of white shamelessly painting your insides as he came. he rode our both your orgasm by giving you shallow thrusts, fucking his cum deeper, and earning a small whimper from you.
lucifer couldn’t believe himself—he came to the sound of you desperately moaning his younger brother’s name. white, hot liquid dripped to his digits and down to his wrist; chest heaving up and down, attempting to catch his breath. lucifer stayed that way for a while, leaning against the door to try and compose himself as his head spun with pleasure. his lust-clouded mind soon cleared, pleasure that coursed through his body faded into fury. he was seething with rage—enough for satan to smell the scent of wrath. his brother dared to disrespect his private space, not only that but also by performing such a brazen act.
he knew. lucifer knew this was just to spite him, that was part of satan’s personality—to defy, and vex him. it was fine, he handled everything satan threw his way but using you? oh, that’s a whole different story. lucifer felt like satan has got him wrapped around his finger with how he practically jumped at the opportunity to fist himself to your sounds. it mocked him—putting him in his place, and letting him know that he was never going to experience the pleasure of being inside you because you were satan’s.
satan smirked into the kiss as he caught a whiff of the familiar smell that emanated from the other side of the door—the smell of wrath. the essence that he was more than familiar with; the essence that embodied his very own existence. pulling away from the kiss, his emerald eyes traced your features, giving your sweaty forehead a chaste kiss, “you did so well.” satan breathed, eyes glimmering with adoration. you didn’t miss the hint of mischief behind it, though.
but before you could reply, satan parted his lips to speak once again, a smug look on his handsome face,
I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so… I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.
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