Now YouTube has a habit of recommending me the weirdest stuff recently, but today i got this on my recommendations
And about halfway through listening to this, I went and read the comments, literally I could not stop reading I was there for hours, here are some of my favorites
summary: You didn’t want to spend your Friday night trying to summon the king of all demons in your tiny apartment, but here you are with your best friend by your side reciting an incantation from a strange book. To your utter relief, the spell doesn’t work or so you seem to think.
pairing: sukuna ryomen x f!reader
words: 4.2k
warnings: explicit sexual content, slight dubcon, smut, explicit language, choking, overstimulation, rough sex, pet names, not a particularly happy ending
notes: read on ao3 here! first sukuna piece and i don’t have much to say except aahhhhh!! i initially planned it to be more of a cute, fluffy story but obviously that didn’t happen oops. well anyways thanks for reading!
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask hesitantly, watching your best friend finish drawing a pentagram on your living room floor. Kimi dusts the chalk off her fingers, admiring her work with a satisfied smile.
“Oh, come on,” she says, a little exasperated at you. “Don’t bail on me now. Aren’t you the tiniest bit excited?”
“About summoning a demon from a weird book you found in the back of a sketchy thrift shop? Yea, I’m absolutely thrilled,” you deadpan.
When sleeping with the emperor leads to rumors spinning out of control, one more intimate moment spent together leads to big future plans!
Word count - 2.9k
Warnings - NSFW, 18+, oral (Female receiving), minor breeding kink, penetration, lots and lots of fluff!
Notes - Definitely out of my comfort zone right now... I don't normally write fluff but today was a special..? (More of an angst lover here) Also please excuse the smut scenes being everywhere it's like 1 am I'm delusional 😭
Satoru eagerly watched all the servants walk out of his office after serving him his afternoon tea. The delicious aroma that the rose tea freshly served to him let out was nothing compared to the moment he was waiting for all day. As he was seated in his spacious office, he watched the door anticipating the moment it would open and reveal the only pretty flower that could make his day. You were assigned to guard his majesty during the third shift, which meant he was most likely grumpy all day till now. Once the clock hit 4:30, you sped walked out of your post.
Much like Satoru, you were also eager to see him; after all, you were the secret flower he had been hiding from the rest of the empire; everyone knew he had his eyes on someone who was yet to be revealed. Servants and guards on duty had heard the night prior of his doings with the nicknamed ‘secret flower.’
That’s right. Everyone heard how loud you two were being. Satoru had zero shame as to who heard him pleasing his lover; he could care less if rumors went flying around the entire palace and out to the citizens of his empire. He was pretty happy rumors immediately went flying around, which meant people were aware of your existence, which meant noblewomen would leave him alone and get the hint that he already had a potential empress. The mere thought of you being his next empress made his heart flutter, how beautiful you’d look wearing only the most expensive dresses altered to your tastes and fitting, the idea of not having to hide you anymore made him ecstatic. You, on the other hand, did very much care what rumors people let out. Your face was burning listening to all the maids shamelessly giggle about Satoru’s doings as you walked past them, some claiming to be the rightful girl they heard. This was frustrating, you couldn’t just let them mouth off, but you also couldn’t confront them. That would lead to too much suspicion.
You slowed your pace down, yes you were excited to see Satoru, but he could’ve at least kept quiet last night. Maybe then not everyone would be eating up this savory rumor. You tried keeping your moans to a minimum, which only upset Gojo, making his pace pick up; he wanted them to hear, and you wanted the exact opposite.
So to spare the little dignity you had left, you decided to treat the whole situation as if it never happened and ignore Satoru for the time being till the rumors died down. But, of course, you’d still treat him as the emperor and carry on with your duties as an honorable knight. Maybe then Satoru would learn his lesson.
The moment he had been waiting for patiently all day finally came, where he could see you walking into his office. Where his world would stop and only you’d be his only focus, he watched the door closely, almost burning metaphorical holes into it. Finally, his face lit up when he saw the door handle turn; there you were finally. You walked in, closing the door behind you. As you entered, you bowed, placing a hand behind your back and one in front. “Your majesty” He watched as you straightened your back and stood guard at the door with a blank expression like every other guard would do when guarding him.
You always did this Every time you came into his peripheral vision. Even after he started pursuing you, you still did it if a servant, noble, or another knight was present not to Catch any Suspicions. Satoru always thought you cherished his title more than he did; you’d always scold him for being so careless about things. He found it cute how much you cared about him, how much it bothers you every time he does something improper for a member of the imperial family.
Finally, the delicious moment he had been waiting for all day, the one he savored more than his tea and sweets served to him, the one he could savor for the rest of his life. He put up with all the utterly tedious meetings and piles upon piles of paperwork for this moment. Satoru worked extra hard today to finish everything possible so he’d have no more duties for the day and put all his focus on you. He was definitely in the worst mood than usual, having to put all his focus into work at the crack of dawn, he had snapped at more servants than he usually did, but they didn’t matter as long as he got to see you.
So he could finally have alone time with you, his honorable knight. “You know we’re alone, right? So you can drop the formalities.”
“Your majesty, that won’t be necessary.” So you stayed in the same place with the same blank expression, only keeping your stare furthest away from Satoru as you could; that man child had some spell on you, always making you melt on the spot the second you caught his beautiful ocean eyes. ‘Your majesty?’ Satoru pondered in his head all the possible things he could’ve said or done to make you upset. He knew you always called him by his nickname unless you were mildly bitter. Till there was only one answer that could answer his question “You’re not mad about last night, are you?” He slightly whined, looking at you with puppy eyes, hoping you’d take the bait, but damn, were you persistent.
“Your majesty, there is nothing to discuss” Attitude was apparent in your voice, and Satoru was not here for it; he’s already had a stressful day as is, but you, his precious rose being mad at him only added to the overflowing plate. “Your majesty,” He mocked in a higher tone. He huffed, slouching down in his seat. Satoru placed his hands on his lap as he stared at the hot tea with steam blowing out before a grin appeared on his face. Getting up, he walked around to the front of his desk, leaning against it. Again, you stood your place, but this time a little tenser.
“Call me ‘Toru. That’s an order” He smiled innocently; he knew if you were going to put up the front of the picture-perfect knight, you’d be forced to take your master’s orders. He just wanted the nickname to fall out of your lips at least once today, and he was willing to pull any trick up his sleeve to achieve that. No was a foreign word in the emperor’s brain, and he most definitely wasn’t going to take it from a knight. Since you wanted to act like one might as well be treated like one, after all, he was known to be quite fair regarding punishments.
“Your majesty, I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Perfect. That’s precisely what he wanted to hear; you had fallen right into the trap he set. “Defying the emperor’s orders is treason against the imperial family.” Your eyes ever so slightly widen. He grabbed a book from his desk, waving it around carelessly. “On page 56, paragraph six, treason against the imperial family is Punishable. Depending on the extent of the situation, punishments may vary.” He was initially planning on reeling you in ever so slowly but pushed against it. He didn’t exactly feel like playing nice today. Satoru’s buttons had been pushed way too many times today, and you were about to receive punishment for it. You should’ve known better than walk in all high and mighty.
He stared at you, waiting for some reaction, but nothing came. So, finally, he put the book down, walking closer towards you, which you tried so hard to ignore. He stopped a couple of feet in front of you, folding his arms. “So now all that’s left is choosing a suitable punishment.” Your eyes widen, and your gaze finally looked at him; for the first time since you had entered, your hand itched to move. Satoru only smirked, knowing that he had finally caught the prey he’s been craving for all day.
You internally panicked, not knowing what to say or do. Was he serious? What kind of punishment is he talking about? Satoru had executed guards before for defying orders, but you weren’t ready to die, so what exactly does he want from you at this very moment.
He lifted his hand using his knuckles to caress your cheek down to your jaw. “My poor little flower, I’d never hurt you, you know that, right?” You didn’t answer your stomach tighten; you had forgotten how scary Satoru could get when he was upset. You had gotten so used to him joking around and clinging on to you like a koala, always flirting with you making your cheeks heat up; the favoritism towards you didn’t go unnoticed by other knights.
Satoru’s hand moved from your jaw to the back of your neck. He jerked you forward, pulling you into a desperate kiss. You kissed him back, slightly confused, but knew exactly what was going to happen when he started tugging at you to take off your uniform, complied with his request; he started removing his garments as well, having no care in the world if they were to get ruined, he could get new ones. Once you were both in your underwear, Satoru pulled you towards the middle of the room, where two couches were aligned a few feet apart, facing each other.
He pushed you onto the couch getting right into it, kissing down your jaw, making sure to leave prominent marks. He made a trail of hickeys from your neck all the way to the lower region of your tummy. Hopeless small whines left your mouth; the moisture was starting to build up in between your legs, only turning you on, even more, your body was begging for his attention. The attention you only crave when he touches you, no one else could ever make you feel as good as he does, and he had proven it countless times.
Before Satoru could pull off your underwear to dig into the meal that was graciously waiting for him, he had to remind himself this was punishment. You had to suffer a little before he could get to the best part. He pressed a finger down on your sensitive cunt, causing you to squirm a small moan leaving your lips. Satoru definitely didn’t miss the damp spot marking Your underwear. He rubbed your clit through the thin piece of fabric; you closed your legs instinctively, letting out a breathy moan. He pushed them open forcefully, bringing his face closer to yours. You connected both of your mouths together, creating a wet and sloppy kiss. As he continued to rub the place that so desperately needed to be filled, his underwear was only becoming tighter, his cock throbbing for attention as well. You moaned into his mouth; he groaned in response. He pulled back, pulling your underwear off and discarding it somewhere on the floor; he leaned down closer to your wet pussy, giving it a couple of puppy licks that earned whines from you. He ran his tongue in between your folds, you moaned, throwing your head back. Satoru continued licking through your folds; he took the time to admire all the marks he littered over your skin.
The wonderful noises that fell from your mouth only fueling his ego. He shoved two fingers inside of you, his tongue picking up its pace on your pussy. Your needy hole could only clench around his lanky fingers. The moans you’re trying to suppress desperately only keep coming. Satoru would make sure that today would be the last day anyone questions which his secret flower is. He’d make sure they know whom you belong to. He kept pushing his fingers inside you while working his magic. He pulled his head back from in between your legs to watch his fingers get swallowed up by your puffy folds. God, he loved this sight. It drove him insane; he could tell you were on the edge of cumming. He quickly pulled out his fingers, watching your hole gape for something to take in. You let out a loud whine. You were so close to the high you wanted so bad, thanks to the man you were sprawled out for.
He let out a breathy laugh before pulling you closer to his crotch. He leaned forward, hands on either side of your head. He looked at your eyes that he could get lost in for days. In contrast, you looked at his; they were a darker shade than usual. They were filled with desire, the desire to touch every inch of your body and claim it as his own, the desire to fill you up with his children that you’d both raise. “Are you still going to defy your emperor’s orders?” He asked, studying your adorable face. You shook your head. You wanted to continue your little rebellion, but god, the desperate attention your cunt needed to stopped you from saying so.
“No, I won’t, ‘Toru” You put your arms around his neck, kissing him adorningly. He indeed was the man you’d fallen for, the one who always made your heart flutter, the one who made you happy and even made you laugh in your most challenging times.
Satoru took that as consent to proceed. He pulled down his underwear to reveal his hard cock that had been leaking pre-cum this entire time. He ran the tip of his cock along your wet pussy, before pushing past your tight entrance; you both let out moans at the stimulation you were providing for each other. Each thrust filled every crevice of your tight cunt; not a single spot was left untouched. He loved hearing the trail of moans and praises coming out of your lips, how good he made you feel. Finally, he groaned at the feeling of your pussy tightening around his cock, “God, I love you, Y/n.”
“Mm,’ me too, ‘Toru,” You moaned out as he picked up his pace, placing a hand on your tit, kneading it like a piece of putty. He pulled down your bra to reveal your hardened nipples, which he gladly ran his tongue over. Pulling back, he used both his hands to play with both your stimulated nipples; he watched every expression you made, taking a mental picture.
If only this moment could last forever if only he could ignore all his duties as an emperor to fuck your brains out all day long. The thought only made him closer to his orgasm, then before he felt his balls tighten, each thrust became sloppier by the second he was so close, and so were you. He kept fucking into you, admiring your tits, bouncing with every movement. Gojo let out a moan feeling his cock twitch inside you; before he knew it, he released his seed inside you, stopping all movements.
You hadn’t reached your high yet, and Satoru wasn’t planning on disappointing you. He quickly started moving again, your cunt immediately clenching around his cock. Your hole milked him of every single juice Satoru had in him. He was planning on getting every single juice out of you, though. You felt the knot in your stomach become more apparent,
“Satoru m’ so close!” You moaned at queuing for Gojo to pick up his pace; he picked it up, falling forward, placing both his hands on either side of you. In a matter of seconds, you released your creamy juices all around him. Then, he pulled out, leaving the mix of his and your juices to leak out.
He leaned forward to lay on you, both of your breaths ragged. He buried his face in your neck, giving it small pecks. You moved your hand to pat his head before a thought crossed your head. “Satoru! What the hell?! You do know guards are standing outside. What if they heard!” You smacked his head that you were once gently patting. “Ow! You just remembered that? I knew since the very beginning” He smirks, you hit his head again, earning a hiss from him.
It was official that you’re not leaving this room at all costs. Satoru would need more than an army to get you out of this room. You weren’t ready to face your fellow colleagues and tell them you were screwing your boss. Who knows what the rest of the palace employees would say.
“Who cares anyway? At least they know you’re mine.” He smiles, lifting his head to look at you. He places his hands around your face, bringing to look at him, “I want you to be the person who stands next to me from now on. I want you and me to rule over the empire together, and we can have a million kids” He gives you a closed-eye smile. You place your hand on top of his and smile back. “Maybe one and not a million” You giggle; Satoru lets out a whine before laying his head to the side and peacefully basking in your presence.
You didn’t feel like focusing on the dilemma of facing your colleagues right now. All you wanted to do was enjoy your lover’s presence and comforting the aura he emitted. The future you both had together sure was unpredictable, whether it was good or bad. You just wanted to be together forever, till life let you. Soon you would be ruling over the empire with the love of your life and maybe a couple of kids?
➪ warnings/tags: stepcest, virgin! reader, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), pet name "bunny" is used A LOT, slight corruption kink, breeding kink if you squint, overstimulation, drug mentions (weed), praise kink is HEAVY, and overall it's kind of sweet? lmao? also UNEDITED, lmao
➪ notes: your idiot now ex-boyfriend gojo leaves your heart shredded into pieces after you found out he cheated on you and your step-brother choso comforts you... *wink wink*
“Please stop calling me,” your voice is shaky as tears race down your puffy cheeks, sniffling before continuing, “I told you to stop fucking calling me.”
Your door is creaked open, and it’s not like you were stable enough even to try to be quiet and conscious of how easily your words traveled through the thin walls. Choso’s jaw clenches as he walks past your room, walking backward until he peeks his head in, heart sinking when he finds you distressed and on the phone with your idiot boyfriend, again.
He’s usually patient, knowing that getting involved will probably only make things worse for you, but he doesn’t particularly care today. He grabs the phone from your hands as he lets his blood pump with rage, “Hey asshole, I don’t know if you’re fucking dense or something, but I’m pretty sure she told you to leave her alone. Call this number one more time, and we’ll see just how good of a listener you’ll become when I break your jaw, and you can’t spew your bullshit anymore, cool? Cool. Bye.”
Your eyes widen as he tosses your phone onto the mattress after hanging up, “Cho—”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m sorry,” he grumbles, rubbing his temples as his eyes shut, “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay,” you shuffle in the spot you're seated, signaling him to sit next to you as you pat the area beside you, “I think I’m gonna break up with him.”
“Think I kind of already did that for you,” he chuckles, making his way over to take his place on your bed, making the mattress shake as he drops his weight into it, “I hate that kid.”
“Isn’t he your age?” You give a small smile, but he’s grateful to see it regardless; he’d do anything to see the corner of your lips turn up into that beautiful curve.
“He’s still a kid, mentally a child. I can’t believe you even like him. It’s the stupid white hair, isn’t it?” He turns to you, curiosity vibrant in his eyes as he analyzes your face for a reaction.
“It’s not the hair,” you roll your eyes, “Why does it even matter? He’s out of my life for good now, I swear.”
“Oh, you swear? Like you did last month?” He raises an eyebrow playfully, earning a huff from you as you lay back onto your bed, letting your legs dangle off the edge.
“Yeah, but I mean it this time… He really fucked up.”
“Shocking.”
“Choso, I’m serious. He— he cheated on me.”
“What the fuck? Are you serious?”
You’re silent, not wanting to confirm the truth, but Choso tugs your body up and into his arms for a deep hug. “I’m sorry, bunny,” he mumbles into your hair, nuzzling his nose into your neck as you begin to cry into his chest.
“I fucking hate him,” you grip his sweatshirt, making him take a deep breath as he rubs your back slowly, “I was gonna give him everything too.”
Choso pulls back, a wave of shock hitting him from the words you spoke, not knowing the effect they had on him. “Everything?”
Your cheeks heat up, and you look away, staring at one of the walls as you wipe your face with one of your sleeves, “Yeah.”
“So, you’re still a virgin?”
“Choso!”
“What, I’m just asking.”
You gulp slightly, “Yes, don’t laugh.”
He feels sick from how exciting the knowledge is to him, knowing his precious step-sister is still naive and innocent, no matter how hard you try to prove otherwise. It was cute, watching you walk around in the shortest of skirts and tight tops, provoking attention wherever you went. So cute because he knew at the end of the day you’d come home and strip all of it down into one of his tee shirts. You always stole Choso’s clothes, but he didn’t mind. He loved seeing his sweatshirts brushing your thighs as you walked past his room at night. He adored the way your nipples peaked from under his distressed tees in the cold of the night, feet pattering against the chilled tile of the kitchen as you filled a cup of water for yourself.
“I won’t laugh,” his tone is serious, making you somehow more flustered in the moment.
You’re both silent for a moment, awkwardly staring at each other and unaware if the same stream of consciousness was shared between the two of you. Did you want to… kiss him? No, that would be wrong.
You would never.
It’s not like Choso was really even family to you; you’d seen him around while hanging out with Gojo’s friend group, maybe even talked a few times though he seemed to have no interest in being involved with “Gojo’s girl.” Your parents getting married was awkward and seemingly forced. You didn’t even know your mom was dating behind your back until she mentioned having dinner at Choso’s house. It’d been maybe a couple of months, and the two of you still gagged when you saw your parents kiss. It all just felt so weird; but, Choso adapted to you quickly. He was like a guardian to you, though at first, he heavily judged your taste in human beings as you were wrapped around Mr. Sunglasses Indoors’ finger. He soon realized you were nothing like him and way too good for such a shallow man to begin with, and that just drove him to become more… protective.
In a lot of ways, he would watch you. He’d notice when you came home frustrated and upset, letting you cuddle up to him on the couch as you watched trashy TV. He’d pet your head like a puppy, his eyes every so often lingering on your soft expression as you focused on whatever irrelevant drama was occurring on the flashing screen. You were so alluring to him, so precious and yet so confused and lost, he knew you needed his help. He was just waiting for the perfect timing.
“Umm, I’m going to go change now. I was going to go on a run,” Choso scratches the back of his neck as he stands up and turns towards you, making you wake from your daze and shake your head rapidly.
“Yeah, okay, I’m going to just uhhh, maybe ask one of my friends if they want to go shopping. I shouldn’t stay here. I’ll just sulk,” you also stand up, looking up into the kind and trusting eyes of your step-brother, who smiles lightly at your comment.
“Good girl,” he pats your head once before making his way out of the door, leaving you alone with your buzzing thoughts and shame.
You weren’t insane; you had noticed him looking at you a little differently, too. Maybe he also wanted to—
No.
You’d never.
You were a good girl.
You were glad to have friends who had your back, dragging you to the mall as soon as the news of Gojo’s infidelity broke.
“Wait, wait, wait, try this one,” Utahime muses, holding a skimpy piece of lace that you had to scrunch your eyebrows to process.
“How do I even get that on?” You reached your hand out of the dressing room, taking the fabric in a hesitant grip as you stared at your reflection.
“Do you need help?” Shoko peeks her head in, making you jump and cover your bare chest quickly, trying to protect some modesty.
“Ah! Shoko, you fucking scared me,” you turn your back to her as you hear her stifle a laugh, “But no, I think I got it; it’s just intricate.”
“Alright, princess,” Shoko closes the door of the dressing room for you, starting a small ramble with Utahime as you struggled silently to get the lingerie on properly.
It was so delicate looking, somehow innocent, and yet contradictory in that sense, as it didn’t leave much up for the imagination. You wondered what Gojo would say if he’d ever gotten to the point in your relationship where he’d seen you like this, not that he even deserved to reach that level, to begin with. He’d probably not even care anyway, too busy getting it off then caring at all that you put it on. It’s not like he ever noticed the small details anyway. So then, maybe Choso. Maybe Choso would see those sorts of things and appreciate every ounce of effort. Maybe, just maybe.
You thanked your friends for your night, hugging them goodbye before waving at them as they vanished down your street in Utahime's car until they were out of sight. Alone on the driveway, you realize neither of your parents’ cars are there, wandering into your house curiously as you juggle between your keys and multiple new bags of clothes and the lingerie Utahime and Shoko had influenced you to purchase.
You nearly drop everything when you spot Choso with just a towel wrapped his waist in the kitchen cutting up an apple, humming slightly until his eyes meet your wide ones, “Hey.”
He’s so casual, and you figure maybe it’d be weird if you didn't also act nonchalant. There’s nothing strange about seeing him like this if you don’t care about him in that way, right?
“Hi,” you make your way to your room, keeping your eyes on the stairs as you continue, “Where’re our parents?”
“Over at Geto’s parent’s place for dinner,” he semi-shouts into the void, hoping it’ll reach you, before going back to his small snack prep.
You shut the door behind you, squeezing your eyes tightly together, trying to erase the image that now stained your mind like red wine on a white carpet.
He looked ethereal, his torso structured with stiff muscles and beads of remaining shower droplets, his hair cascading down and sticking to his skin with how it remained damp. You couldn’t stop thinking about it; it was close to impossible. You just wanted to know how it’d feel. How your fingers could glide over his stomach, traveling down until they-
No—
No.
“Did you even hear me?”
You jump at the voice behind you, a small shriek escaping your lips before you collect yourself and turn to open the door, met with the view you had just tried desperately to burn from the archives of your mind.
“Yeah, they’re at Geto’s place, I heard you, Cho,” you try to keep your eyes on his face, his glistening chest making it incredibly hard not to wander.
“Oh okay,” he smiles, that same smile, but it feels different, maybe you just noticed it now but everything feels different, and you’re not sure why.
“I can make dinner,” you turn back to your room, beginning to take out the clothes you purchased to hang in your closet.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that; we can just order takeout,” he sighs, resting his head on the palm of his hand as he leans on his elbow, using the doorway to support him.
“No, it’s really fine, I don’t mind or anything,” you reach blindly into one of the bags, pulling out one of the new pieces of lingerie you bought, sucking in a breath as you dropped it back in.
Chuckles erupt across your room, making you shut your eyes in embarrassment as you try to ignore him, “What are you hiding?”
“Nothing, just tell me what you want for dinner, so I know what to make,” you hoped he would just drop it, you’d already had a stressful day, and you really weren’t in the mood to be teased.
“No, no, no, you’re totally hiding something,” he walks over, standing beside you as you keep your eyes trained down and in front of you, “Show me.”
“It’s girl stuff, Choso, don’t be a perv,” you clutched the bag tightly, only to earn a slightly degrading pat on the back as his lips hover over your ear, “You think I haven’t seen a little lace before, bunny?”
You suck in a breath as he backs away and walks out of your room, “Tell me when dinner’s ready, I’m gonna go smoke on the roof.”
You showered longer than usual, feeling his words cling to your body in an irrational fit of jealousy. Of course, he’s seen a girl in lingerie before, I mean, it’s not like you hadn’t watched him sneak girls in and out of the house late into the night; but it still made your blood boil slightly.
Dinner was tense, completely silent beside the occasional “mm, this is really good” from Choso as you nodded him off dismissively. After he offered to do the dishes, you escaped into your room, pulling out the set Utahime and Shoko favored, happy to find it nice and air-dried after you hand washed it. You then hopped into the shower, scrubbing your skin as your mind traveled to sinful places, and now here you were— right back where you started.
Staring at the pretty baby blue get-up, you sigh, holding it up to your naked body in the mirror before putting it on, admiring your figure and how perfectly it latched to it. You felt… pretty, and you wished you could stay this confident for the rest of your life; maybe then you wouldn’t end up with assholes like Gojo, who cheated on you with one of your ex-best friends. Asshole.
Music randomly starting to blast ruined your perfect moment, your moment when you forgot about how hurt your heart was left after Gojo had stomped on it, and you groaned as you walked into the hallway. Beating a tight fist on Choso’s door, you waited patiently with your arms crossed for him to take the hint and turn the volume down. Instead, you’re greeted by a hazed Choso as he swings the door open, joint in his mouth as he stands in front of you with just black sweatpants on.
“Hey,” his eyes linger to your body, which in a fit of annoyance you hadn’t even remembered was so exposed, not until he shot you a sudden grin.
But you didn’t care that he saw you this way, almost hoping he’d bite his comment earlier after seeing it on your body, “Turn the music down, I’m trying to… think.”
“Looks like you’re trying to fuck someone, but sure,” he chuckles, making your cheeks heat up as you pushed past him and into his room, trying to find his phone to lower the music yourself. Choso follows you and is faster, already knowing the location of his phone as he swoops it up before you can even grasp it, “Hey!”
“Was I right?” He holds his phone over his head, eyes clouded in a mix of curiosity and concern, “Were you planning on going back to him? Did you buy those for him?”
It feels like he’s shouting at you with how desperately he tries to outdo his speakers, making your eyes narrow as you jump to get his phone, struggling as he keeps moving it.
“No, you dick! I bought them for me,” you yell, pushing his chest as he blows smoke into your face, finally dropping his hand to let you turn the music down, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“With me? What the fuck is wrong with me? You’re the one who came into my room, Y/N,” he reminds you, making you roll your eyes, “Why are you acting like such a brat right now? What, you think you put on a pretty pair of panties, and suddenly the world is yours?”
You bite your cheek, furrowing your brows as you find yourself becoming defensively emotional, “I just wanted to feel pretty. Is that so much to fucking ask?”
His eyes soften as he studies your face, watching as you sniffle to hold back tears, “I just wanted to feel pretty.”
He feels his heart sink for the second time today, remembering your freshly broken heart and how he threatened to hurt Gojo for how he hurt you, only for him to later on be the one to make you cry. “I’m sorry bunny,” he runs a hand through his hair, all messy and down as it continues to air-dry, “You umm, you look…”
“I don’t need you to lie to me right now, Choso,” you mumble softly, turning on your heel to walk out before he grabs your wrist to stop you.
“I’d never lie to you,” his voice is steady with a sense of confidence in his words, because it was true, he would never lie to you, not to someone he cared for so deeply.
“You look beautiful, so beautiful I want to kill Gojo for hurting you, he never deserved you anyway,” he puts his blunt aside, opening his arms to embrace you as you walk into them for a hug.
“You’d kill someone for me?” you smile into his bare chest, so warm and stiff against your cheek.
“Between you and me? I hate the fucker and would do it regardless—”
“Choso!” You giggle hitting his chest once as you pull away, met with his big serious eyes, like pools you could drown in. You’re silent as you look up at him, heart beating fast as one of his hands trails up to caress your cheek, “I’d do anything for you.”
“Why?” you whisper, letting your arms trail up and around his neck, subconsciously bringing your body into his.
“I love you, obviously,” his thumb brushes your bottom lip slowly, “I have to, you’re my—”
“Don’t,” you rush, inhaling deeply as your eyes shut, “I don’t want to be your step-sister, I wish our parents never met.”
“Why's that?” He’s memsmorized in the way you mold into him, how delicate you look in his arms.
“Maybe I would have left Gojo sooner, and maybe I would have ended up with you,” you’re not sure why you’re being so honest, but it has to be because of how safe you felt around him, how everything felt so mutual between the two of you.
He smirks and lets out a short laugh, “You’d end up with me? Meaning you’d want me like that? How naughty of you, bunny.”
“Shut up, don’t lie to me right now. I’m not fucking dense. I know you like me too,” your eyes are wide as you wait for him to fess up, to give in to you.
He tenses against you as you continue, “I lied earlier about Gojo. I would never give him everything, and I wasn’t saving myself or whatever noble cause you thought it was. I’m not as innocent as you think, Choso. I just… I wanted my first time to be with someone special. I wanted it to be with you. But, but that was terrible because you’re my step-brother now, and I can’t think those sorts of things, so I- well I guess I stayed with Gojo to forget I wanted you.”
“I want you, I’ve always wanted you,” you sigh, feeling a heavy weight lift off of your shoulders as you rest your head on his chest, “I hate our parents, sometimes, I can’t help but think—”
Choso cuts you off, scooping your chin up to meet his lips as they crash into yours. You felt dizzy, but his other arm snaked behind your back to support you, catching you off guard as you let him walk you backward toward his bed.
“Choso,” you moan softly into his open mouth, feeling as your legs hit the end of his mattress. He pulls back to stare at you, admire your plump lips, now wet from kisses as he gently pushes you back onto the bed. He hovers over you as he plants his arms beside your face, caging you in so all of your attention was on him. “I hate them too, I’ve wanted you since that dipshit brought you around our hangouts. Fuck, Y/N, I want you,” he’s a bit of a mess, his words jumbled up and raw as they shoot adrenaline through your body.
“Take me then,” you place a hand on his naked chest, trailing it up and down his torso to feel the rigid and stiff peaks of his abs, “Please, Choso, make me forget him. I want only to know you.”
He kisses your forehead softly, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, more than anything,” you nod your head with a smile, “I trust you.”
His blood is pumping too fast to focus on anything but his need to absolutely devour you, to draw out orgasm after orgasm from your body as he delivers you the greatest high of your life. “Promise me you’ll tell me if you’re ever uncomfortable, okay?” He kisses your cheek, taking his time to treasure the newfound gift lying on his bed as you nod again with a slight giggle, “Yes, Choso.”
“Good girl,” his lips brush your ear, making your back arch as you gasp from the slight stimulation, “So sensitive,” he remarks as he stands back up, looking down at you like a feast.
“Is it okay if I touch you?” His eyes race all over your pretty body, waiting patiently for a go-ahead.
“Choso, you’re treating me like a baby,” you sit up on your elbows and look up at him, spreading your legs for him, “Yes, please touch me.”
“A baby?” he smiles as he kneels in front of you, grabbing your hips to tug you to the edge of the bed, satisfied when he earns a tiny squeak from you, “No, bunny, I’m just trying to be gentle with you.”
Your thigh twitches when he runs a finger over your clothed pussy, teasing it before he settles his thumb over your clit, rubbing slow circles as he gages your reaction. You let out a pathetic whimper, making him chuckle lightly as his point has already been made, “You haven’t been touched, have you?”
You shake your head, slightly embarrassed, “Well then, I’m going to be gentle, I’m not an asshole, you know,” he drops his head to kiss your knee, working his lips up to your inner thigh as he takes his sweet time.
“I’m gonna make you feel good, gonna treat you how you should be,” he whispers into your skin, making you mewl as his finger picks up its pace, “I want to make you happy, Y/N. Tell me you’ll be good and let me.”
“Please, I will just, please,” you rush your hand down in between your thighs, swiping your panties to the side, “Choso, I need you.”
It’s like music to his ears, and the sight alone could make a man crumble, your pretty little cunt all wet and dripping, such a needy baby for him as you squirm in anticipation. “That’s not being good, bunny, you’re so impatient for someone who’s been waiting such a long time,” he grins before he delves his tongue between your wet folds, “You’re lucky I’m being nice and also don’t want to wait, or I would have had to punish you for that little stunt.”
Your hands tug his hair lightly as he begins sucking on your clit, pulling back with a slight pop as his thumb returns, and he lowers himself to fuck you with his tongue. Your legs squeeze his face as he groans into you, “Fuck, you taste so good.”
Your moans drive him insane, and he’s dying to feel more of you, releasing himself as one of his fingers prod at your hole. He keeps eye contact with you as he teases your entrance, “I’m gonna put a finger in, okay, pretty girl?”
You nod wordlessly, your face already semi-fucked out of your mind as he slowly enters you, your tight gummy walls accommodating his digit as he cusses under his breath. “God, you’re so fucking tight; I’m gonna prep you good, alright? I don’t want to hurt you,” his mouth moves back to your clit as his finger begins to pump in and out of you, curving purposefully into your pleasure spot as you tighten your grip on his hair. “Choso, I’m—”
“Not yet,” he mutters, looking up at you as he slightly grazes your bundle of nerves in between his teeth, “I’m gonna add another, just relax, okay? I want you to come on my tongue.”
His naughty words make it even harder to hold back an orgasm, watching as he slides another finger in, beginning to scissor inside of you as your moans become high-pitched and whiny. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Choso I’m close please—” you babble, eyes screwed shut as he continues to torment you with his experienced fingers and tongue. You open your eyes when he removes his fingers, only to be replaced again by his tongue as his finger applies pressure to your clit.
His eyes watch you intentively, how your pretty chest rises and falls dramatically, and your tongue practically lolls out from how dazed you are, “Cum for me.”
You let your world crash for him, feeling your legs spasm around him as all you can hear are your moans bouncing off of the walls. You feel weak and limp, at peace and calm as he gently laps up your fluids, his face covered and dripping in your slick as he stands up again. You slowly sit back up, smiling softly at him as he grins cockily, “How was that bunny?”
“It was okay, I guess,” you tease cheekily, earning a light slap on your thigh, which only makes you giggle more.
“Oh, you’re funny, are you know?” he cocks an eyebrow as he towers back over you, letting your laughs bounce off of his face as he scoops under your armpits to move you to the back of his bed.
“Yeah, hilarious actually,” you smile back before rising to kiss him, feeling him sigh into you, “It was incredible.”
“I’m ready for more,” you add between kisses, making him chuckle before slipping his tongue into your mouth. You’re lost in the way his tongue mends with yours, so perfectly dancing beside your wet muscle as his hands begin to remove the pretty lingerie off of your body.
“Ready for more, mm?” he travels down to your neck as you help remove the bra completely, letting him find your breasts as his mouth desperately sucks at them. He looks up at you as he twirls his tongue around your nipple, kneading your other breast in his large, strong hand. You tug your panties down completely as he continues to pay close attention to your chest, fondling your tits adoringly, leaving small hickeys all over them.
He pulls back to slide his sweatpants and boxers off, making your jaw slack as you watch his sinfully thick and long member slap his abdomen. You crawl onto your hands and knees, eyes on his swollen tip before you look up for permission, “You can touch me, bunny.”
You nod once, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before you fold your legs under yourself to sit at the edge of the bed. Your head drops to line up with his heavy cock as you wrap one hand around it, swiping your tongue slowly up the length of under his shaft. He hisses at the contact, his fingers lacing through your hair as he watches you place a light kitten lick on his tip, collecting precum on your tongue before you smile so innocently he swears it takes everything within him not to fuck your cute little mouth dumb.
“You’re so big,” you comment, nonchalant as you let him enter your mouth, using a hand on his base to pump him up into you. He shuts his eyes for a moment before focusing them on your bobbing head, how you hollow your cheeks around him so loyally, “Fuck, you feel amazing, bunny.”
Your eyes dazzle up at him, feeling encouraged enough to add more of him down your throat as you begin to go deeper. “Such a good girl for me, coming all over my tongue, and now look at you. Such a good fucking girl, mm? All for me, right?”
You moan around his dick, sending a vibration up his length that makes his thigh twitch and hips buck forward and into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. “Fuck, sorry just, don’t do that. You’re driving me insane.”
You want to shake your head and tell him it’s okay, but… it’s occupied, so you take the hand in your hair and encourage him to help you, letting him bob your lips on his cock like a little whore. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum in your mouth; you’re okay with that?”
You suck harshly on his tip before dropping your head back down to take him in completely, showing you were more than prepared and not planning to stop. “God, you’re perfect, wait,” he lets go of your head and grips his cock, beginning to pump himself, “Open your pretty little mouth for me.”
You loyally loll your tongue out, letting him watch as he his thick streams of cum paint it, letting out small grunts as your hands tightened around his thighs. You swallowed him quickly, smiling mischievously before opening your mouth again to show him it was empty and calmly stating, “That was fun.”
“Fun?” He grins, and you squeak when he abruptly picks you up and tosses you onto the bed again, “Fun?”
“You are such a little brat; you know that?” He can’t help but sound happy about it cause you were his brat, and if he’s honest about it, you weren’t even bratty at all. He knew you’d follow his every command, but you just had to be cheeky about it, always keeping him on his toes. He adored that.
“A brat?” you gasped jokingly, “Oh Choso, how dare you, I’m just an innocent girl. You have to be gentle with me, remember?”
“Don’t push me, bunny, I’ll fuck your little cunt until you pass out,” he replies cooly, making you stutter on a breath as he spreads your legs, “We can do that another time though, promise.”
“Swear on it,” you wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a quick kiss before you look in between the gap of the two of you, feeling his tip rub against your soaking cunt.
“I swear,” he begins, moving a hand down to pat his cockhead on your clit, “I’ll never let you go. You’re mine now, Y/N, got it?”
“You’ll need to learn how to be quieter though, what will our parents think if they heard you screaming my name in the middle of the night, mm?”
Your body rushed with a sense of forbidden love and danger, and you could already sense the new and most addictive drug you’d ever experience as it kissed your neck— Choso.
“Okay,” you reply meekly, letting the hot breath by your ear warm your core, a small strain of anxiety finding its way into you as his tip lined up with your entrance. He linked his hands with yours, holding them beside your face as he kissed it tenderly, “I’m gonna go slow,” he whispers.
Your back arches as he pushes his tip inside of you, the pressure overwhelming as he brushes his nose with yours, “Shhh, focus on me, just focus on me. I’m gonna kiss you.”
You sigh into his mouth as it meets yours again, letting his tongue guide and calm you down as he continues to enter you more and more. He doesn’t bottom out, knowing you probably couldn’t handle all of him yet, and stops kissing you to check in on you, “How do you feel?”
“You feel fucking huge,” your hands squeeze him, “I feel like you’re stretching me out. It kind of hurts.”
He nods and kisses your nose, trying not to be smug as he releases a short laugh, “I’m not completely in, but I’m gonna move again, okay? I promise it gets better.”
You nod, eager for more though it all seems overwhelming at the moment, encasing his lips with yours again as he moves his hips and pulls out of you. He takes his time letting you adjust to his sheer size and girth, even dropping one of his hands to rub slow circles on your clit, distracting you from the pressure between your thighs.
“More, Choso, want more,” you moan lightly, making him smile as he begins to pick up a pace, watching your face scrunch up in pleasure as you finally can enjoy everything. “You’re taking me so well, bunny,” he praises, looking down to view the point of connection before dropping his head down to the crook of your neck. He begins to absolutely drown your mind in praises and dirty comments, making you weak in his hold as he starts fucking you deeper, more passionately, as he hits your pleasure spot effortlessly.
“Such a dirty little girl, all fucking wet and dripping all over your step-brother’s bed, so fucking naughty.”
“You have the tightest fucking cunt. Feel like you’re suffocating me, bunny.”
“You wanna come on my cock? You’ll be a good girl and come all over my cock, mm?”
“You’re so fucking perfect, so beautiful, and you’re mine. I’m gonna make you mine.”
“Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you? You keep clenching down on me hard, such a good girl for me.”
His words send you into overdrive, and you can’t even remember when you came, just that it was so hard that you felt numb and yet filled with tingles all over your body. Choso lets you ride out your orgasm, biting your shoulder with a growl before he chases his own high, “Ah! Choso, too much—”
“You’re okay, I got you, you’re okay,” your body feels on fire. He ignites you with overstimulation as he continues to toy with your clit, his hips slapping your jiggly thighs as he puts you into a mating press. “Fuck, you take me so well,” he mutters, watching your tits jiggle from his thrusts, feeling feral as your moans mix perfectly with the lewd noise of you gushing around him. His pace becomes sloppy as he begins to release into you, your mouth hung open as you pant, and he shuts his eyes.
He’s very gentle while pulling out, watching as you wince slightly from the release of pressure until he’s finally able to get a view of your pretty bare cunt. It’s swollen and glistening with a mix of your arousal and cum, an overwhelming surge of primal pride coming over him as he watches his cum drip from your abused hole.
He quickly shakes away the feeling, focusing back on you, “Are you okay?” He drops your legs slowly before sliding behind you and resting your head on his chest.
“I can’t feel my legs, everything so fuzzy,” you babble, fucked a little dumb as you weren’t at all used to anyone, and nonetheless not used to someone who could fuck as Choso could. “You felt so good,” you smile, looking up at him, “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” he shakes his head, “Hold on,” he gets up and vanishes for a moment until he returns with a wet towel, pulling your legs up as he gently wipes you clean. “Thanks,” you hum in a bit of a high, feeling weightless as he treats you like a delicate doll.
“Mm, keep thanking me and I’ll take you again,” he jokes, making you slap his arm as he tosses the rag into his laundry hamper.
“Hm, maybe I’ll just start being mean then,” you joke back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lays down on his back beside you.
“I’d fuck the brat out of you if you did that,” he smirks, wrapping an arm behind you as he tugs you close to him.
“You’re ridiculous,” you sigh into him, relaxing as he rubs up and down your back.
You both lay there in silence, no tension in the air as you find yourselves feeling at peace, for once. Like this was what was meant to be, though it was beyond fucked up, and you both knew it. It’s not like you minded it, though, no matter how insane it looked or sounded from an outside perspective. Here, in this room, everything made sense. And maybe it’s true what they say; nothing good comes easy. And well, this wasn’t easy, no, this was forbidden.
➪ warnings/tags: monster fucking, DP, two cocks, unprotected sex, overstimulation, nipple play, slight degradation, slight praising kink, breeding kink if you squint, Y’ALL THIS ONE IS REAL DIRTY DON’T MAKE ME EXPLAIN PLS
➪ notes: THIS IS REVENGE FOR MAKING ME A SUKUNA FUCKER!!!! that being said, please enjoy
✯synopsis: in which y/n’s neighbours ask her to take care of their son itadori yuuji, only for her to end up taking care of both of their children. (alt) in which sukuna corrupts his little brothers babysitter.
You weren’t sure if you wanted to suffocate yourself or the person beside you. Internally groaning as you felt his grip on your waist tighten, his forearm flexing in the sunlight as it seeped into his room. You lightly gripped his arm, biting your lip anxiously as he groaned unintelligibly, wrapping his arm even tighter around your waist, burrowing his chin further into your neck, the sensation almost making you giggle. You furrowed your brows, trying once more to pry this gorilla of a man off of you so you could go home and wash up.
“Where’re you goin’?” he mumbled into the sensitive skin of your neck, his morning voice running chills up your spine, an unmistakable throb going straight between your thighs. It was only six, meaning that you had an hour to run across the street, shower, change, and come back before their parents left for work. You suppressed the mewl that almost escaped your lips, already feeling as if you were a bitch in heat just from the sound of Sukuna’s voice.
“I-I need to go home and change…” you mumbled, slightly intimidated by his piercing gaze, his eyes barely open, squinting as the sunlight filtered into his dark room.
“Why don’t you just stay here and wear my clothes? It’s not like my mom doesn’t want you as my girlfriend already,” he smirked, placing his chin onto the palm of his hand as the arm he had around you trailed up to your breasts, giving an experimental squeeze, earning a startled yelp from your lips.
“I-I gotta go walk my hamster, sorry,” you mumbled, jumping out of his arms, picking up your discarded pants, inevitably flashing him your pink, frilly panties. A whistle resounding in the room as your– well, technically his shirt rode up, exposing the expanse of your ass, along with your cunt, covered by the thin piece of fabric, your folds barely visible but more than enough for Sukuna to salivate over.
“You sure you don’t want me to drizzle some syrup on those pancakes?” he cackled loudly as you hightailed it out of there, your cheeks heating up at his shameless flirting.
ok but ushi and sakusa coming back home from the olympics just to spit roast you while their gold medals hang from your neck
hhhhhhhhhh i am creaming
oh,, goodness.
the heavy medals clink against each other as they sway back and forth, the musical sound a wonderful contrast to the lewd slurping and smacking filling the room.
the second they came home, you found yourself quickly between them. sakusa quickly pushed his lips against yours while ushijima settled behind you, exposing the side of your neck so he can litter hungry bites and kisses down it.
"bedroom," one of them grunted as the other slipped their medals over your neck to drag you by the ribbons.
now, ushijima's balls slap against you in time to the jingling medals as sakusa's thighs tense around your ears, his cock driving deep into your mouth every time his hips jerk. you can feel another orgasm rushing towards you with each harsh thrust and hip snap of ushijima's, and your muffled moans around sakusa's slick shaft only add more to the pleasure zipping across his skin.
if you keep this up, they might just fill you up with cum sooner than they would've liked. they may have come home as decorated olympians, but their greatest reward is sinking themselves into your tight, wet, warmth after all of their hard work.
CONTENT/WARNING: master gojo x maid reader, literally porn without plot, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, degradation, rough sex, spanking, slight exhibition, unedited
NOTES: hi tomodachis! writing this left me feelin so hore KNEE pls the things I’d allow this man to do to me 😩😮💨 SKSKSK anyways this short piece is for @strangegalaxypizza *muah muah* gojo-sama awaits!!!
P.S. also inbox is open to requests 🥺👉👈
Today you learned something new.
Despite your attempts to appear fairly decent while going about your usual cleaning schedule — you had discovered they were all futile while around the young master.
The ruffles of the black and white skirt naturally hiked up when you were, embarrassingly, bent down and exposed, while on all fours.
“Gojo-sama,” you whimper, doing your utmost best to keep your skirt down with little success.
Much to his displeasure, he grunts, swatting your hand away as he continues to bury his face between your legs.
“Did I say you could stop?” He nips at your sensitive flesh, sucking at the supple curve of your ass — leaving a noticeable mark.
You whimper. His lips curl, turning upward smugly, tickling your sensitive skin. He was pleased to mark you as his.
Being a maid for the Gojo household meant you had little to no say. You had one sole purpose — to serve the young master of the house, Gojo Satoru.
“Don’t play dumb with me — I saw the little exchange you had with that cocky bastard.”
“F-Fushiguro-sama?” You peek over your shoulder warily.
“Don’t mention his name in front of me,” he snarls, shoving your head forward.
He’s rough, as usual. Nothing you weren’t already used to.
“Toji — that fucking bastard,” he grunts, ripping your panties from your soaking heat, “Always touching things that don’t belong to him.”
You can’t help but moan at the feel of his fingers stroking over your folds and deliciously circling over your clit.
“He’s your guest,” you whimper, feeling your arousal gush and seep down your thigh, “I was only doing my job.”
“Don’t play that card,” he growls, shoving another finger into you, “The heated looks you exchanged — I saw it.”
You couldn’t deny his accusations. Toji, despite being the spokesman for the prestigious Fushiguro household, was an unruly man. His promiscuity was no secret — taking woman after woman to his bed.
Unfortunately, you caught his wandering eye.
“The way he groped you through this very skirt,” Gojo tears at the fabric, ripping the back of your dress in half, “Touching you. Caressing you — and you did nothing.”
You’re no different, you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs.
But you held your tongue. You knew better.
“A-As a maid I c-couldn’t-..”
His hot breath at your entrance interrupts you, making you involuntarily jerk forward. However, all attempts to pull away are stopped by his large hands — gripping your thighs and keeping them pried open, leaving you completely bare and exposed.
“Oh baby, you know I hate being teased. Maybe if I punish you,” he probes the entrance of your cunt with a third finger, “You’ll remember who the fuck you belong to.”
Then in one smooth stroke, he sinks his tongue deep into your folds, filling you completely. The both of you groan at the sudden intimacy.
“Fuck baby, you taste so sweet.”
His fingers find the entrance of your pussy once again, playing with the sensitive gummy walls until he finds your g-spot, making your back arch off the floor. Lapping rythmically at your clit, he continues to finger fuck you unrelentlessly — giving you little to no time to adjust to the sudden heated fullness at your core.
Screaming, you thrash and writhe underneath the large man but his strong hold keeps you down — like a beast, he continues to desperately lap and suck at your sex.
Raising his free hand, he pinches your nipple — pausing every so often just to knead the fullness of your breast in his large hand.
You can’t help but reach down and grab handfuls of his light colored locks. The sudden sting causes him to growl into your pussy, encouraging him to work his tongue in and out of you.
“Mmmnn, you’re fucking dripping,” he groans, the lewd sounds of his fingers squelching after each thrust, overtaking your senses.
“G-Gojo-sama,” you cry out, practically on the verge of tears, “I’m g-gonna come!”
The imminent cramp in your lower belly tickled, indicating your close climax.
“Don’t,” his voice low and threatening, “You’ll fucking hold it.”
“I-I can’t!” You thrash your head side to side.
He suddenly stops, drawing his hand — drenched in your arousal — to deliver a stinging slap to your ass. It left you more aching than before.
“I said,” he warns you, “Hold it.”
Whining, you nod.
“Turn over.”
You comply, sliding what was left of your dress off, leaving you completely naked. His eyes rake up and down your body possessively. Nobody was allowed to see you like this — only him. You belonged to him.
Gripping the swells of your ass, he lifts you effortlessly. When he stands up, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, bringing his cock towards your needy cunt. Groaning, he staggers forward, pressing your back into his bedroom door.
“Please,” You pant, gripping onto his broad shoulders, “Please Gojo-sama.”
Gripping the base of his heavy cock, he teases your slippery folds with the tip. And before you even have a chance to protest, he thrusts into you — stretching you wide and filling you deep.
Leaning forward, he crashes his lips against yours, tongues tangling — fighting for dominance — silencing your scream.
“Satoru?” A voice from behind the door startles the both of you, “Is everything alright in there, dear?”
Lifting your arms above your head, Gojo continued to fuck you so intensively, each pound vibrating against the door.
“Young master?” Another concerned voice echoes from the other side.
The door knob rattles, but he leans in more keeping the door from being pried open.
“Keep your mouth shut,” he hisses, barely above a whisper, as he pulls out only to slam back into you.
“Satoru?” The voice, now more concerned, repeats his name.
“Fuck,” he pants, continuing to drill into you, bruising your poor cunt, “Come now baby — cum all over my fucking cock.”
Colors flashed behind your closed eyes as you came, your sensitive walls pulsating as you continued to milk his cock.
“Mine,” he hisses, digging his fingers into your ass, spreading them wide and filling you with his hot load.
“Yours,” you whimper, feeling his cum seep out, dripping down your shaky inner thighs.
NSFW| 18+
As always my blog is not a safe space for minors so minors DNI please and thank you
👾Dilf!Shinsou who loves seeing you interact with his kid (the spitting image of him)
👾Dilf!Shinsou who has an undercut and a slight lilac stubble on his jaw
👾Dilf!Shinsou who picks up his kid by the ankles and let's them climb his like a jungle gym
👾Dilf!Shinsou who invites you to all the barbecues and birthday parties because he wants you and the mother of his child to get along even if they're separated because co-parenting is important and it's critical that the mother of his child gets to meet the new women who's going to be in her child's life
👾Dilf!Shinsou who's full of dad jokes and uses his quirk to get his kid to do their chores (only to receive a smack on the back of his head when you find out)
👾Dilf!Shinsou who wants more kids
👾Dilf!Shinsou who's all muscle and broad shoulders after years of hero work
👾Dilf!Shinsou who's still a hero and likes to rub it in Bakugou's face that MindJack is his son's favorite hero and not Bakugou himself
👾Dilf!Shinsou who can't keep it in his pants when he comes home from patrol to hear you tell his first born "Daddy's home!"
👾Dilf!Shinsou who now calls himself "Daddy" just to make your cheeks burn
👾Dilf!Shinsou who complains about the house being empty when it isn't his week with his son
👾Dilf!Shinsou who corners you on the couch asking if you want him to "make you a pretty mommy?" "such a pretty girl, you'd be such a milf" "my pretty little milf, you'll make all the other moms at daycare jealous, you already do pretty girl."
👾Dilf!Shinsou who almost explodes when you look at him confused telling him you already are a mom, that his first born baby is your baby too
👾Dilf!Shinsou who takes the next three days off work to fuck you on every single surface of your shared home
👾Dilf!Shinsou who spits on your clit and tell's you how pretty you are, how he can't wait to see your stomach all round with and your breast heavy with milk
👾Dilf!Shinsou who likes to eat you out and then walk around with his face still wet from your cum (he thinks it's cute, you have to hold him down and wipe his face with a wet wipe)
👾Dilf!Shinsou who folds you into a mating press like 's nothing
👾Dilf!Shinsou with rough callous hands, who uses his thick fingers to scoop up any of his cum leaking from your stretched out clenching hole and shove it back inside
👾Dilf!Shinsou who ask you to cockwarm him when he comes home late from night patrol
👾Dilf!Shinsou who calls you "Mommy" in front of his friends instead of just telling them you're pregnant, and it isn't until you start showing that they realize he wasn't just being a pervy old man
👾Dilf!Shinsou who ask his first born to pick the final name for their new sibling
👾Dilf!Shinsou who carries a photo of you and the kids in his wallet, who shows it off to everyone all the time
👾Dilf!Shinsou who insist you guys have to try for another one because "he wants a baby with your hair"
👾Dilf!Shinsou who insist you guys have another child when the second baby comes out with his lilac eyes
👾Dilf!Shinsou who groans into your hair at night grunting and moaning about how "It's not my fault I have superior genes, baby, just one more. we already have three mini me's running around the house I want a mini you."
👾Dilf!Shinsou who has to settle for a cat with your hair color because "I'm not a fucking dog Hitoshi, I refuse to keep pushing out baby after baby"
👾Dilf!Shinsou who kisses all your stretch marks, who practically makes out with your cunt and sucks on your nipples for hours in praise because "you're just so amazing" "your body is so amazing" and he cant believe you gave him two kids that you made life for him twice
👾Dilf!Shinsou who makes all three of his kids and the cat take ugly Christmas cards (he only sends them to his parents, Aizawa, The Denki & Jirou household , Deku and Eri in college)
👾Dilf!Shisnou who almost has a heart attack when his youngest tell's him she wants to be a hero like her uncle Bakugou and be a Murder God
👾Dilf!Shisnou who used his capture weapon as an extra set of hands when the kids were younger and tried to wander off
And Dilf!Shinsou who just makes my brain go burrr 🤤
(this is a trend correct? if not lets make it one please I want Dilf! Shinsou to fuck me so bad, like yes breed me pleaseeee)
◙warnings: Monster fucking, monster tongue cunnilingus, size kink ish, full nelson, a bit of objectification, virgin! reader, blood kink, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, belly bulge and lowkey cumflation, I say you’re “small” but it’s compared to him and he’s huge, marking, smut minors dni (18+) I block blogs with no age indication
◙word count: 3k
◙summary: You’re too curious for your own good but this experience is too satisfying to pass up. Especially with a powerful monster such as this.
◙note: make sure to read the warnings real good please <3
All your life your technique has gotten you in trouble. Not just your technique but the combination of its ability and your personality is… chaotic at best.
The sheer amount of times your mother has said “Curiosity killed the cat,” is uncountable. But you are all too stubborn, too curious. A simple fascination with the bizarre and unknown can get you in dangerous situations, yes. But the satisfaction of knowing, experiencing is too euphoric to give up.
Plus, you could keep shifting into different domains to escape if anything particularly hostile showed up. It’s not like you weren’t trained either but being the ephemeral child of the estate, fading in and out too often to put your focus onto being train in close combat. What a dangerous sorcerer you could be if you put your mind to it. You are just too inquisitive, prying at the seams of every single thing you know or learn, to try to focus on something so simple, so boring like close combat. Which has grown increasingly frustrating with your mentors and parents.
But who cares? You get to see oceans in the blink of an eye, curious voids made of shadows, places that look like they’ve been taken over by nature, and others that have no life insight. Repetitive buildings that go on forever, others that reach higher than the sky. Some are much more ominous but the strength of your curiosity overpowers any fear you could possibly hold.
Each day you keep trying to find a new sight, a new place to adventure. Sometimes it’s harder than it looks. The best places have the best barriers, so powerful it feels like you bounce off them but they never resist long. Some who reside in that domain are curious too, usually, they are not home or you can evade them quite easily. They become too comfortable in their own domains but it’s not like you are trying to hurt them.
Mother is calling you again before you run off somewhere she won’t be able to find you, looking particularly frantic this time, tugging at your yukata.
“Just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean you should be hopping around like a stupid frog in others domains. You’re too reckless, we won’t be able to find you if something happens,” she is panting as she holds her chest, “you know, what I’ve been telling you is true — curiosity-”
“Curiosity kills the cat,” every time she says that it feels like it’s incomplete, that there’s something missing. You roll your eyes and huff a bit but it’s not like she can stop you from leaving, “I know. I’ll be safe.”
That’s a lie. At least you never try to be safe even though you evade most of the curses. You learn as you watch them, you learn when they try to chase after you or even talk.
Wiggling your mother’s grip off you, you slip behind a corner and when she tries to follow you, you’re already gone. Slipping away quickly out of this reality and into the next. She didn’t get to tell you about the bad feeling she had.
Wet. That’s the first thing you can process when you enter this new domain. Red liquid soaking the edges of your yukata. Something blood-like but more like wine. Then it’s the overbearing weight of a fear that you’ve never felt before. An involuntary reaction, something akin to when prey realize the eyes of a hunter is on them — a feeling to run or freeze or fight washes over you but still this fear is nothing compared to your interest in what the hell is here with you.
It’s almost hard to lift your head at the weight, slowly dragging your eyes upwards, over ram skulls and the curious liquid that you’re starting to realize is definitely a mixture of blood, up to a throne and on the throne-
Whoever you’re looking at is big — thick muscly legs exposed casually as he sits, four arms swirling around a ram skull, looking bored but each of his four eyes shine. A smirk set on his cheeks and a heavy smile on his belly.
Interesting, is the first thing he thinks when he feels you enter. When he sees you the second thought is this will be fun. Is it strange you are thinking something similar?
He stares at you — a challenge of whether or not you will speak or him. But you meet his eyes, which most don’t dare, and a sly, satisfied smile stretches on your face.
A split second is all it takes for him to disappear. When you try you look around, feet shuffling backward to try to see more you’re met with a broad chest. Two hands ghosting over your ribs and another bringing your face back to look at him. No, for him to look at you. To inspect you.
“It’s not often a human stumbles upon my domain,” voice rough and demanding just like his presence, vibrating through your body as he pulls you close to him.
You’re hesitant to speak, what could you even say? You’re special? Or that you’re stupid enough to do this shit?
Before you can even try to formulate a response, the hand holding your face wraps loosely around your throat. Not squeezing but enough of a threat to make you swallow — skin warm, blood pumping with adrenaline. It’s almost deafening — the blood making your ears feel full and able to hear every little movement his kimono makes. You can hear the mouth on his belly move before you feel it. Matching the sadistic smile he wears on his face. You are so much smaller than him, so powerless before him. It’s not like you could activate your technique with him touching you either. Maybe you should have listened to your mother-
“You’re soft but with a technique like this you could be useful,” the two hands that were just ghosting your body press into your hips, groping at what they can, “your body too.”
His nails skim over the skin his hands can find exposed, jostling your yukata until more and more of your skin is bare to him. Part of you feels like maybe you should stop his hands, back away, figure a way out of this domain but… this is exactly what you wanted isn’t it? The excitement, the thrill, the satisfaction of experiencing something new.
Under thick hands and sharp nails, he can feel your blood rushing, warm and lively. Almost entranced with the feeling against your skin, you don’t even realize he’s turned you towards him, yukata thrown somewhere near some skulls and catching on their horns most likely. He shouldn’t be touching you, flinching away would be a reaction more warranted but why is it that you lean into his touch like so. Falling into his haunting warmth so obediently, his hands groping over soft supple skin and nails scratching so lightly over the doughiest parts of your body and molding into his muscles.
Snapping out of your trance just a bit, his tattoos cause your eyes to trail over his body as his own clothing falls off his body, carelessly. Prideful, like some ancient statue standing tall after years of wear and erosion that could never take away from its composition. He’s looking down at you like he would anybody but the lust that gleams in his eyes makes you feel special, wanted. Reaching a dainty hand out, tracing the edges of the mouth on his belly bellow rippling set abs. He holds his breath a bit — because no one has ever dared reach back for him.
Truly interesting you are, a sadistic smile settling on his face as two hands set under your ass, hiking you up to him even as you yelp in surprise. But you cling to him, finding comfort in the strength of his arms and it dawns on him once more, “you are so small.”
Small compared to him at least, almost kitten-like, “Small? Or are you just very big?” He throws his head back in a short raspy laugh, loud and echoing across walls you can’t see but it makes you smile nonetheless even as he holds you completely bare to him. Naked as the day you were born but no attempt to cover yourself, something wicked leaking from your bones as he holds you, hands big enough to cover the important parts of your body no matter what size, the softness of your thighs pressing between his fingers.
The audacity you have is so… you tread on a thin line but you’re finding your balance as he holds the line taut. Top set of hands trailing over your arms and breasts, caressing your neck as you bare it to him with sly heady eyes. This plaything just might be worth the trouble.
He presses your legs to his sides, cunt directly on the mouth of his belly as he lets it open. Fear is one thing that runs through your veins, the teeth looking quite intimidating near your nethers but it does nothing to bite. Letting a long slick tongue slink out and tease your folds, hands and nails digging into your ass sharply to keep your cunt pressed onto the tongue that is decorated with a similar tattoo like the ones that decorate his body.
“You’re untouched,” he can taste it on his tongue. Flowering into the heat of his body as he tastes your juices. A virgin. Perfect. As you should be, to be deflowered by him is an honor and you should be thanking him for even touching you. Letting your innocent cunt be defiled by a monstrous tongue… it just feels too good to stop. But it does make you squirm, his gaze and the rough texture of the tongue lapping at you combined with his nails digging far too deep into the flesh of your ass. Warm stinging pain as he holds you flush to his tongue, writhing while the red warmth glides slowly down, adding to the red liquid staining his feet. Fleetingly you wonder if this is how there is so much red water here. Not exactly blood but definitely could be a mix.
There’s no time to process the pain, he makes sure that you only feel pure unadulterated pleasure. The tip of the giant tongue writhing against your hole as if requesting access to your virgin cunt. Pressing in while you gasp at the feeling, the mixture between pain and lewd pleasure muddling your brain as you moan helplessly in his arms.
His four eyes catch everything. Soaking in the sight of your face, eyes rolling back and moaning shamelessly whenever his tongue rolls into you just right, he can feel you coming closer to rapture while your legs tremble. The smirk he wears is all too sexy, seductive. Falling so willingly into his arms with an overflowing curiosity for what you don’t yet know. He hums and oh when he does you can feel it vibrate through him and to the tip of the tongue that’s wiggling on the entrance of your cunt. You’ve long past the pleasure you can produce by yourself, with your own two fingers, now it’s a gasping almost painful rip starting from your cunt to your belly in waves. Cunt fluttering around the tip of the tongue that has droplets of blood on it either from your virgin pussy or from the blood produced from his nails.
You don’t even know what name to call out, and as if reading your thoughts he laughs at your depraved babbles being pushed out of your body.
“Sukuna,” he draws you closer to him in one breath, words ghosting over your face, “call my name, little moaning lamb.”
Trailing your hands across the markings on his body, across the sinew of his neck you moan into him as he looks down upon you, “Sukuna, please.”
He looks satisfied, prideful while your fingers graze his jaw, “please, what lamb?” A cue for you to use your words and no matter what you say he will destroy you.
Earlier he called you untouched, detecting your virginity like a snake, “touch me, please,” begging into his pectorals as he retracts the monstrous tongue back into his belly.
“Less of a lamb, more of a vixen,” you feel a large fleshy member slide across the blood that warms the globes of you behind. He chuckles at your shiver, letting the bulbous tip trace over your wet folds. A type of fear crosses your face and he savors the expression, handling you like a live ragdoll.
You know he wouldn’t listen if you ask him to go slower, to prepare your cunt for the stretch but you have an inkling of what he might be thinking, something about how you’re lucky enough to receive his tongue and how virgin pussy is the best when fucked raw and unprepared besides the wetness coating your thighs. It’s not like you want the nails digging into your behind to be inside you either, so you bear with his tip gliding along your slippery folds, getting stuck on your hole as he presses you lower and lower. Tip breaching your cunt with a loud gasp of pain and pleasure as you feel his laughter while bracing yourself against his chest. Your own nails dig into his chest, drawing some of his own blood but he basks in the feeling. Barely a stinging pain but just enough to know you’re pawing at his chest trying to bear the fullness of his cock stretching your rim. Basking in how you shiver against him, filled with pride.
“You should be thankful I am the one to be deflowering you. A God like me, bouncing you, a little helpless mortal, on my blessed cock,” he sinks you a bit lower, the fluttering of your tight hole making his tongue run across his teeth, “women would beg for me, but here you are. What should you be saying to me, little vixen?”
There’s only him feeling your head, his deep voice filling your body while his cock does the same, trying to formulate a response. Babbling out, “tha-thank you-” gasping once more, sinking one more inch or two, “thank you, so much, Sukuna.” You can feel his cock, or that of it that’s inside you, twitch as the sound of your voice.
“You will take all of me.”
He leaves no room for objections, not that you have any to plea for him to hear. Yet you still nod against his chest as he sinks you lower and lower. Luck looks upon you in the way that you are wet enough to take him so your hole does not tear. You feel so impossibly full. He’s in your guts while your walls encase him so tightly, any other man would be gasping in pleasure but he is no man. The occasional grunt he blesses you with while he fills you, now completely inside you, balls flush to your bloody ass. His other set of hands ghost over your chest, a quick fondle before wrapping around your ribs to bring you up and off until only the tip is in you once more and then bringing you mercilessly down again. The claw marks in his chest only get deeper while your yelps and moans echo off the unknown walls.
Beautiful claws sinking into his chest, he’s again hit with the fact that you are incredibly intriguing. You and your cunt enrapture him endlessly, falling him into a curious sentiment. A small human to ensnare him… he’s not sure if he likes the thought or not but what he does like — no, love — is you wailing on his cock about how you can feel all of him inside you. Slick your hole produces coating his cock so deliciously while your body accepts him wholly. You swear you could taste his cock in your throat if you focused hard enough, it does feel like your belly extends to accept him and as you finally gaze down to yourself, you realize it is.
With every thrust downwards his cock descends your tummy that he’s been watching this whole time and it only makes your gummy walls flutter rapidly around his cock once more, sending you over the edge once again, pulling an orgasm from your body.
He chuckles once more, watching as tears trail down your face, orgasm wracking your body as he continues to focus on your abdomen, hand trailing down to press at your stomach while the rest keep you steady and bouncing. Horrid wet slapping, fluids mixing together down his leg, groans resonating from his chest as he feels his hand through the skin of your abdomen. Your babbling moans and tears coating your face only spur him further, cock throbbing inside you as he releases his cum inside you. Ruthlessly filling all the spaces his cock couldn’t with a resounding grunt, cum gushing out of your cunt and most of it stretching your tummy even more than his cock before he pulls it out, white rushing out of your body while one more orgasm is pulled away from you.
Laying tired and used in his arms, he finally speaks “well, look at you vixen.”
You successfully took all of him, even if your body couldn’t handle the amount of cum he pumped into you he could just try again until he’s fully satisfied. Looking down at your sloppy cunt, covered in cum and trickling blood mixing with it and other liquids you can’t discern. Your hole feels like it’s gaping from the stretch his cock put you through. It is quite the sight for him to see, his cum claiming your insides and the marks on your behind claiming your outsides. You throw your head back into his hand and giggle. Red eyes peering down at you in curiosity, body buzzing and fuzzy, satisfied with your hands stroking his chest.
You finally remember what was missing from that stupid phrase your mother would preach to you:
“Curiosity killed the cat…
but satisfaction brought it back.”
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pairing: sukuna x fem!reader x itadori
warnings: 18+ dubcon, monster fucking, mindbreak, degradation, cucking, choking, belly bulge, cumflation, blood mentions
wc: 2.2k
summary: sukuna comes out to play
a/n: this is the product of screaming for hours with @redbeanteax who helped every step of the way with this. screeching about jjk updates late into the night/morn, talking about cuck!yuji and how everything could turn out. each solution brought up like 2 more problems and somehow it’s done! @linestrider i adore you nyki, thank you for reading this over and giving me your thoughts, encouragement and helping me wrap it up. without the two of you this would have either been deleted out of frustration or kept in wip wasteland till the end of time, so thank you again <3
