Must've been the wind...
Summary: The JJK boy confesses after someone takes their phone!
ꕥIncludes: S Gojo. S Geto. K Nanami. T Fushiguro. S Kong. A Todo. R Sukuna. Y Itadori. M Fushiguro. T Inumaki. C Kamo. N Zenin. I Takuma.
TW: Naoya Zenin and his brother who is arguably worse. (who I also had to look up because I didn't know naoya had siblings)
I feel like this one turned out good! Thank you for 500 followers!🎀
I really want to add more of mimiko and nanako to suguru's texts I feel like they're such a crucial role in his life.
I have ideas to do another cod smau since I haven't done one in literal ages but I feel like they don't do as well as my jjk smau's... we shall see! Requests are still open! 🎀
Synopsis. First time breaking the bed = his first time breaking you, too.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, breaking beds, some desks, FÉRAL JJJK men, ROUGH s, doggy, p sIapping, manhandIing, p talking, some plot, professor!Nanami, emo!Choso, D píercings, Itadori Jin cameo, true form Sukuna, DP, running from it, GOJO’S POWERS, overstím, marathons, dúmbifícation, slight exhíbitíonism, REACTIONS, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. I volunteer as tribute-
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Bed #6
You’re sure the employees at your local IKEA hated you.
Because the first time your bedframe suddenly collapsed in on itself, you’d blamed its lifespan - it was an old thing (probably), and not built to last anyways (maybe). It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that your boyfriend had pounded you speechless on top of it last night, right?
Right…
And then collapsed the second bedframe—dammit! Those furniture aisles weren’t getting any cheaper, and here you must’ve gone and picked a poor design. But at least the third time’s the charm, right?
Alright, maybe the fourth.
The fifth.
Until it’s your sixth (and most expensive) bedframe yet- with your teary face smushed into the pillows, body tremblin’ on all fours. Toji’s rude, reddened length was just smashing into your core at a feverish pace, messing up your insides from behind.
Each loooong stroke was echoing out the loudest squelches, and above that rhythmic noise you could hear a sudden crack—
“Wh-what…” Raising your bleary head up from the bed, you’re pathetically trying to find the source of that noise. Back arching as you rise, your shaky body somehow scrambling on top of your elbows. But fuck-
It was just so hard when Toji was rolling his vicious hips into yours like that - with his aching hot tip swirlin’ right up against the roof of your cunt, drawing little patterns with his precum that make you whine. And he wasn’t just hitting your g-spot- no, Toji was targeting that cute lil’ bundle of nerves and just bashing it with his swollen shaft.
Again.
And again.
And again and again—“So…” Toji’s parched lips fall open with a snicker, hot breath cascading down your spine. Before you know it, he has one hand attached to the back of your clammy scalp- used to shove your face back into the pillows with his inhuman strength. He leans down to whisper, “-where are we going, doll?”
You shiver, “N-nowhere, Toji-”
“Now that’s obviously a lie.” He’s just pummeling his toned v-line onwards and onwards- every smack, smack, smack hitting the globes of your ass. And your boyfriend’s right hand meanly comes down to spank the glittery folds of your cunt- another cracking sound, and you buck.
You’re moving, you’re pinned down underneath Toji’s sultry weight, you’re hearing the grin in his deep baritone. “Aht aht- see? I don’t remember having a vacation planned.” Scoffing, he’s swatting your every deepest hidden spot, even harder. “So where the fuck do ya think you’re running to, mama?”
“I wasn’t—”
Yet another smack! of his roughened fingertips, and you can feel your ears ring. It’s almost enough to block out the sound of wood splintering that’d caught your attention-
“Now, y’know I don’t appreciate liars.” Toji’s smearing apart those very pussylips of yours, juuuust the slightest bit aside so he gets to tease your knobbly clit. He gets to flick his thumb sensually over it. “Speak.” He gets to pinch—“Before I talk to your madam here.”
You’re whimpering over the loudest slurp-slurp-sluuuurps as you’re taking him even harder, and the rickety bedsprings synchronize right along with you. “It’s just- hah, fuck, you’re so fucking big- it’s just I think that the bed’s about to-”
Spank!
His calloused fingertips just glued to where your sensitive nub was throbbing—“Yeeeees? Two seconds to finish your sentence before I consult her-”
“-break!” Sobbing out your lecherous confession - and the more aggressively Toji’s rutting his thick cock into you, the louder the cracking of the bed grows. Over and over. Following each thrust upon thrust. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- you’re really going to break the bed, Toji-”
“Break the…?”
And then Toji casts his verdant eyes at the creaky frame, he lets his pussydrunken brain register it. He takes in a sharp intake of breath and oozes out creamy wads of pre into your deepest insides.
“Oh-” Just the sweet, sweet realization that he - he - might’ve been responsible for all five (and perhaps now six) beds you’ve had to replace makes something primal in him twitch. It almost makes him…snap. “Oh fuck.”
BANG—CRACK!
The loudest of them all, Toji claps his left hand down on the top of the headboard- and causes it to crack straight vertically down the middle as if made of cardboard.
Just as roughly as he was snapping his velvety length into you, the patterns of his veins molding themselves to your cervix. Toji’s grumbling, “Oh- fuck, mama, you mean to say that I’ve been fuckin’ her so hard that I…” And with a sound that almost sounds like a growl, he’s taking his left hand off of the useless bed frame now n’ using it to press your spine down. Bludgeoning his aching hips into yours- so hard that you cry out, so hard that the skin at his pelvis burns red, so hard that the bed starts to sag on one side. “And who’s fault is that?”
“Wh-what?” You’re gasping - you damn near can’t believe your ears.
“I said what I said. Didn’t I—” He wasn’t waiting for an answer from you, he was twistin’ his fingers on your clit and listening for the squelches. Smugly humming to himself as if he understood, “Mhmmmm, I did. And whose fault is it that I’ve been so- hah, fuck, insatiable? So greedy? So impatient to bend you over and fuck that pretty pussy until she can’t remember anything but my name?”
Another swat! and those dripping ribbons of sap leak out of you like a faucet.
“That’s right…it’s her fault.”
A few more spanks and you’re sobbing, each one wrenched out of you after the probin’ pushes of Toji’s cockhead. He pinpoints his slick translucent precum everywhere inside- “But- but I’m not the one that broke the bed-”
A sinful drag-drag-draaaaag of your clit, “And did I say it was your fault, mama?” The rugged tips of his fingers come down to tap away at your nub, until you can feel zaps of pleasure burst through your veins. “No, s’this naughty lil’ madam right- ngh, here.”
“Oh…” As if to punish your geysering hole for it, Toji’s perfectly pistoning his hips into yours. Drilling his plump shaft inside just like a madman- “But the- the bed is broken-”
Smack! “So?”
“And you’re still-” Harder and harder. “-going to-” Faster. You could barely even be heard over the cracks and creaks of your shattered bed. “-continue with this broken- fuck- bed?”
He’s raising one dark brow, scarred lips quirking up in amusement. “I broke the bed, not you, doll…” Right after he says this, his rude shaft pulls out of you to flip you over in one movement and lay you out on your back.
Your head rested against the pillows, legs thrown over your shoulders- barely even registering this mating press you’re suddenly put in before he’s shoving his blushin’ tip between your pussy folds once more and pushing. The blood vessels on Toji’s neck pop, swearing underneath his breath. You were still so tight that he has to fight against the resistance, bucking and bucking in rapid, animal half-thrusts. “-yet, that is.”
It feels like you’re being split apart, until you can taste the salted-caramel taste of his precum at your very throat—“Yet?”
“I haven’t broken you…” He finally empties out against your cervix, before grabbing ahold of your throat and draaaaagging you to fuck back. “-yet, mama.”
.
.
.
The employees at the bed section recognized you as you walked in. Again.
You could feel the way they slightly faltered as you waded through the rows of bed frames, you could feel their widened stares, the slight whispers they turned to one another to exchange. And so it took you a bit to steel yourself before you could walk up to one of them - the girl that had helped you last time, too.
“Excuse me-” You’re making yourself known, and her brows slightly raise in confusion at your reappearance here again. Inquiring, “Could you lead me to your strongest bed frames?” And before she can underestimate the requirement - “The strongest of the strong. If you have one made of hard diamond then all the better.”
“O-of course! I can lead you to our extra, extra durable beds if you could just…” And then her eyes flicker behind you - at the towering, trundling man that looked at the mattresses like they were new challengers. Beefy limbs. Pure strength. And then her gaze flicks to the bite marks at your neck, the way your walking kilter was just slightly off.
And at that very moment, you could read it in her eyes—oh, I understand.
“Actually, would you be interested in a custom bed frame, ma’am?”
♡ NANAMI KENTO - Exhi(desk)tion.
“It’s always the quiet ones.” The classmate seated beside you would tut, trying not to draw the attention of your history professor lecturing just a few rows ahead.
Professor Nanami was in the middle of a presentation on the Silk Road: and you knew you should be taking notes for the upcoming final right now, you knew you should be paying more attention to the map with trade routes rather than your blond-haired professor. You knew.
But his molten, hazel eyes briefly flicker your way- and the only thing you can think about at that very second is the zap of electricity that darts down your spine.
Clearing his throat, your stoic professor merely pushes his glasses upwards and turns to the rest of the class. As if nothing had ever even happened.
You were still reeling from your little moment, though you knew - oh, you knew - that the faint tint of red scorching on top of Nanami’s ears meant that he was, too. It’s only with a few deep breaths that you’re tuning back into your reality, with a hushed conversation that was still ongoing-
“Honestly, I think he’d be more of the dead fish type-”
“But he’s so handsome, there’s no way.” Aforementioned classmate insists, and you weren’t surprised that the entirety of your department was falling over handsome, gentle Nanami Kento. “With a face like that? And a body like that? He’s gotta be the type that breaks beds, c’mon-”
Their friend shakes their head, “Nah, it’s the handsome ones that never know what to do. So serious. You seriously think prof Nanami would break beds?”
“Hm…”
And you yourself have to hold back your giggles, because…
“Ngh- fuh-fuck—” A lacquer of saliva sploshes out from your mouth like a faucet, creating a wet sheen that Nanami eagerly bends his body down to lick up. Cleaning you of your sap, it drips down like a puddle on top of his wobbling desk. “M’cumming, professor, oh, m’cumming-”
“Cute…” With a slight snarl, he’s pushing his plump cocktip to swipe down your g-spot. Just so familiar with your sultry pussy that Nanam could map out the exact timing of your peaks, ending off his thrusts with dull thuds! right at each one. “But didn’t I tell you not to call me that when we fuck?”
“O-oh, you did…” You’re trailing off, cockdrunken enough that it was a damn miracle you could even speak coherently still. “Fuck, right there, sir, ngh-”
“Sir?”
And then your ass is feeling the tough slap of his fingerpads, you jolt as you didn’t know that it was coming. Just the sizzlin’ sensation of his punishment, then feeling his blond happy trail soothe over the sting with pap! after pap! after pap! of his drilling hips.
Nanami hums, “That’s a new one- but m’Kento to you, my love.” His glazed tip spurts out a few more beads of sap, a second skin on top of your slick pussy. “Only to you.”
“K-Kento-” You’re clawing from your place on top of his classroom desk, making it creak in your haste to fuck back into his hammers. “Kento Kento- oh, Kento—” Voice cracking.
“Easy there, girlie.” Hushed warning raising goosebumps all over your shaking limbs- and all of Nanami’s loooong nine inches swab around your wet cunt like a madman. Swirlin’ his mushroomy tip, filling you up with his incredible size.
Over and over.
The metal of your professor’s expensive wristwatch caresses down your spine as he pins you further into his work desk, bending you over the polished mahogany. One that rickets after each and every thrust- “Eeeeeasy easy-” After each probe into your spongiest depths, “-take it like my- hah, good girl, darlin’.”
“I- hngh, I already am.” Grumbling half-heartedly underneath your breath, you raise your hips as if to prove your point.
And you didn’t think that Nanam Kento, reputed gentleman, unofficial campus crush, would ever let you do all the work—did you?
No- not at all, in fact.
With a slight smack to your behind, Nanami’s strong hands loop underneath your thighs and lift you straight off the floor. As if you weighed absolutely nothing, he’s stopping your feet from touching the tile, stopping your soppin’ wet pussy from running away- “Mmm, yeah, you already are.” Tilting his head to watch the way your swollen folds take him in, Nanami’s only driving his veined shaft even deeper. And the creaks echoing from the desk are almost deafening- “Look at you- my reeeeeal good girl, huh?”
“I am—hck!” Nodding stupidly, you can’t do anything but whine n’ shake as he’s primally stretching out your channel. Finishing off at your cervix, you could feel a bruise start to formulate where his cock ended off. “I am I am I am-”
“Although…”
Oh?
Before you know it, with yet another rude spank! of his fingertips, you find Nanami now grabbing at the back of your throat to force you to bounce even harder against his cock. “Although, this slutty skirt of yours makes me think ya really aren’t a good girl, hm?”
“O-oh, this?” Oh-so-dazed, you can barely even look down at the skirt that Nanami had just flipped upwards whilst he pounded into you.
“And this blouse-” Tugging on the blouse that you’d worn just for him- your professor’s tugging on the buttons that further leave your heaving chest exposed. “And those- hah, noises.” Angling his plummy, split-ended tip to swipe down your g-spot n’ make you whine. “And not to mention those expressions…those pretty lips.”
The very hand on your neck suddenly twists your head backwards to properly face him, looking over your shoulder. It’s the perfect position for him to target your half-parted lips and spit straight onto the middle of your tongue, “My second favorite lips of yours, darling. So filthy.”
“Sh-shit- they were right.” As you mindlessly babble, your professor looks at you in interest for you to finish. “You are the type to- ngh, break the bed.”
“Gossiping about me?” Nanami coos, before planting yet another infamous spank of his, you were now so past your high that you were veering into overstimulation territory. “So that’s why those grades of yours aren’t improving, hm? You’ve been- ngh, imagining getting fucked by me instead of paying attention.”
“W-well…”
“Well, allow me to- mmm, let you in on a little secret, my love.” He’s breathily whispering against your ear, hulking body bowed so deep that the lines of his abs press through his thin work shirt. Close. So close—you think you were almost near your second orgasm of the day. “We’re already broken the desk-”
And then you can’t even double-check whether Nanami Kento was telling the truth, because at that very moment you’re seeing nothing but pure white.
Pure need.
Pure desire that bubbles in your veins and overflows from your gushing pussy.
You’re suddenly being thrust into your second orgasm - and you can’t do anything but arch your back into Nanami’s pinning, muscular weight and let him fuck you perfectly through the sensations. His drivelling hot tip poking into your g-spot, “F-fuck—” And it’s not you that’s gasping - it’s him. Just as you clench with your heated insides, both of Nanami’s hands come down to cage you on top of the desk and buck—making the desk creak louder than ever. “Fuck, my love- because how can a man not break when he’s inside of you?”
“Oh, Kento.” You’re babbling away, tears streaming down your cheeks. “It feels so g-good…” Blinking your dazed eyes open, and oh-
Oh.
The desk…you couldn’t even call it that.
One side of the piece of furniture was sagging, your nail prints had permanently embedded in the wood, and a great big crack had formed right in the middle where Nanami had been putting in the most force.
And you’re remembering with jolt that this was a mahogany desk.
Your mouth drops, “Oh…oh my god.”
But of course, that doesn’t mean that your professor was stopping- barely even slowing down. He drags his fat, vein-covered shaft along your walls at the convulsions of your high—“Mmm, I prefer ‘Kento’.”
So caught up in your little ministrations - in his furious pace - you don’t notice that the door to the history professor’s classroom was just slightly ajar…
.
.
.
You could feel the whispers even before you sat - it was assigned seating for most of the semester, and you’re throwing a polite smile in the direction of the very same classmates you’d sat next to a few days ago.
Only for them to blanch- and turn to their friend to whisper.
Hm, you wonder, how strange. But it was no major matter - Nanami had just walked into class, setting his briefcase down on his (new) desk, and he looked as handsome as ever.
“No- I’m serious! Just look at the new desk, that’s proof-”
Unwilling, you catch brief wafts of their conversation.
“He really does break beds…well- desks.”
♡ GETO SUGURU - ANIMAL
Geto’s breathy moans. His slight noises that he tried to gnaw on his bottom lip to hide away. The lecherous smacking of his pale hips slamming into yours. The lewd slurps whenever his pretty cock enters your womb. And then—
CRACK—!
Oh my god…did he just…
In the mating press you’d been oh-so-easily folded into, you’re raising your eyes in the direction of the noise- only for Geto Suguru to throb his flared tip against your tenderest spots and make you shut your eyes and gasp.
“F-fuck-” Body squirming restlessly, you try to grip onto Geto’s silken sheets and steel yourself- but he’s only holding onto either side of your arms and pinning you down whilst he tunnels his cock into you. “Fuck! Suguru, the- the bed-”
“The what?” Geto’s dazedly asking, a strange sort of slurring in his tone that you’d usually never hear from the cult- ah, association leader.
Honestly, you don’t think he even registers you properly - you don’t think he even hears it. “Stop thinkin’ silly things, gorgeous.” Nothing in his hotly whirling mind at that moment but the carnal temptation to enter past your sopping pussylips- and then glide his veiny shaft in until he pushes and pushes. “Focus on me.”
He doesn’t want anything else.
He doesn’t need anything else.
Nothing but the sweetness of your walls clenching ‘round him, trickling your wet sap until his pelvis glistens. He’s fucking you furiously- and massages the softest part of your insides until you’re seeing white. And it’s only with the last remaining bit of your rationality that you can manage to squeak out, “Suguru, the- the bed- fuck.”
Rolling those amethyst eyes, “Yeah, m’fucking you on the bed- and what?” He’s ruthlessly asking you, barely even hearing the loud cracks that echo from either side of the bedframe.
Before you know it, one of Geto’s palms comes down on the crowned top of your head. Latched on and pulling you into his rapid thrusts, he’s wetly scouring your every inch of space inside- letting himself go wild. “Don’t you- fuck.” Spitting out between a feral snarl as you begin to clench your bubblegum-like walls, “Don’t you fucking think of tapping out.”
You feel as if he’s punishing you with his painfully hard cock, unable to hide anything from him inside. “I’m- I’m not—” You sputter out with a sob.
“Then just- fucking- take it, gorgeous-” Each of those mean words were punctuated with the most vicious hammer of Geto’s hips, hard enough that you can glimspe the skin ‘round the area of his v-line start to redden and swell.
Just sloppier.
Harder.
Until the bed echoes out with such a deafening ricket that it causes the cult leader to look up, as well. And his urgent heaves finally calm down a little as the dark-haired man takes in the clear splinters in the headboard, the nails that were unscrewing loose by his movements.
Did he do that?
It was finally your chance, and you somehow manage to catch your breath- “Y-you see what I’m talking about? The bed, it’s hngh-” Waves of shivers unfold down your spine as Geto snaps his gluttonous gaze down to you, looking at you as if you were a dessert he just wasn’t ready to give up yet- “-you’ve broken the bed, Suguru.”
And there’s a pause, a beat. As he lets the words sink…“And?”
Your mouth unfastens in shock, “Wh-what-”
Before immediately clasping shut as Geto burrows out a honed thrust that you feel in your very throat. His plump cockhead back to spearing your cute insides, curving against the roof of your pussy so that you can follow his targeted strikes to your cervix.
Your boyfriend looks at you with a dark brow, raised with amusement. “And?” As if that was explanation enough for his response, he fucks each n’ every question straight back into you. Talking like he was crazed, “And what does this pretty pussy want me to do about, gorgeous, hm?”
“Please-” Clawing your nails down his flexing, rippling, shoulders. Unable to even answer his question—“Fuck, what do you mean you’re going even harder after you broke the- b-bed-”
“Does she want me to fuck her sooooft n’ sloooow to stop breaking the bed even more?” Geto asks, and to emphasize his point he’s sensually slowing down his hips. Passionately peppering your innards with smooches of his bawling divot- “Or would she like it hard- fuh-fast so we can break my bed even more, hm?”
“Didn’t even know you could- oh.” You’re throwing your head back as he then ruthlessly picks up the pace to bruise his deliciously curved cockhead against your insides.
Swirlin’ his lewd cock around.
Banging himself into your smallest orifices.
Upturning even the tiniest crevices with wads of his glittery pre - Geto wasn’t sparing you any mercy, any split-second without kissin’ away at your cervix, any second for either you nor the bedframe to stop shattering-
“Or- or…” But Geto himself wasn’t too far behind you, and he’s struggling to keep out the ruined quiver in his tone. Leaning down so that he can gnaw n’ tug on your lower lip as he spits into them, “Or do you want me to take her- that pretty pussy with both? Want me to- hah, be cockwarmed by her? Want me to order someone to fix the fucking bed while I take her-”
“Please-” Like a mantra, you run your hand through his Stygian black locks. You’re looking up into Geto Suguru’s predatory eyes, and something in them glimmers with something dark- “I just want you, Suguru- hck!”
It’s like the world folds in on itself.
One second you’re splayed out like such a slut on Geto’s large (now-broken) bed, and the next thing you know- he’s picking you up and manhandling your back against the damned tatami floor.
Not even pulling out. Not even giving you a second to register it before he swats his flushed tip against the back of your pussy. Not even sparing a slight glance at the shattered bed beside him before he’s fucking you into the floor like a damned animal—rutting, bucking, wildly pulling open your gooey walls with his sheer size.
“S’what you asked for.” Geto’s grinning, saliva-covered lips curling up into something sleazy. And as if it wasn’t enough to take you right then and there, he’s spitting into that maw of yours. “S’what- she asked for.”
“Oh my god—” Your moans drag on, pulled out of you by the veiny massage of his length. His prominent veins puff n’ scratch a carnal part of you that you can’t control, “Fuh-fuck!”
“Shhhhh-” Geto’s bubbling out his spittle against your tongue once more, shutting you up perfectly. “Shut up. Can’t you hear that?”
Hear…?
Despite the way you were huffing and puffing at his rudeness, you’re craning your ears to listen for any source of noise. Though, now that the rickety bed was retired, there was really nothing other than the- conversation?
The sounds of a formal discussion from the floor below, one that makes your heart stop. “Oh my god, Suguru, don’t tell me there’s a-”
“There is.” Geto’s nodding with a feline smile, “A meeting I’m supposed to be at.” And that mere notion doesn’t even stop his hips from drilling into you at a feral pace, “So if you don’t mind, I’d prefer that we don’t break the floor, too, gorgeous.”
Oh.
“Oh.” One of the eldest, most esteemed members of the Time Vessel Association looks up at the trundling ceiling. Quivering and creaking in sudden spurts, it had gotten to the point that they simply couldn’t hold an important meeting about their association agenda without paying mind to it- “Did we have construction planned for the master wing of the temple?”
“I don’t believe so.” Another one furrows his brows, “That’s the master’s bedroom isn’t it?”
A few murmurs of agreement, it was quite the packed chamber, though each member had fallen silent to listen to the thudding noise by now. One pipes up, “Do you think that master has fallen ill and needs help?”
“No, perhaps he’s exercising?”
Some agreement, some disagreement.
“Maybe there really are some renovations going on. Do you think the master would like some help?”
“No, no. It must be a new backtrack to meditation- don’t you know that our master is always ahead in these sorts of things.”
“That’s true, but maybe it’s actually-”
A moan.
A voice they knew very, very well - yours.
And the meeting falls silent.
Chips of the ceiling start to shower atop them.
“We might need some construction very soon- jot that down.”
♡ CHOSO KAMO - (Pussy)breaker!
Choso Kamo: the quietest kid on campus, the one with the piercings and the jet-black nail polish that often got him classified as ‘emo’ (he didn’t mind, of course, he agreed himself).
Choso Kamo: also your boyfriend, the very same one you were privy to knowing had a special side of him that was much…needier than anyone you’ve ever encountered before. Much greedier. Much more desperate to touch every inch of your body that he could.
Choso Kamo: currently handcuffed to the slim bedposts of your dorm room with fuzzy hot-pink cuffs. You on top of him and making him buck upwards to chase the hot, gooey feeling of your cunt-
“Please-” Craning his clammy head upwards, his mouth hangs largely agape and plasters your tits with lewd bites. “Please- please, I’ve been good. Just let me touch you, baby?”
And you’re slowing down mid-bounce, the glossy channel of your walls dragging just enough on his sensitive length. With your poor boyfriend shivering at the feeling of you using him this way, you’re tapping a finger at your chin and pretending to think, “Hmmm…no.’
And you barely even have the time to blink before Choso scrunches his eyes shut and lets out a single tear- lets out a needy buck of his slender hips—
“Ah ah- what did I say?” You’re huffing, arms crossing to make it as if you weren’t even going to ride him crazy anymore. At the sight of your actions, Choso lets out a hollow cry that makes you giggle- “I told you not to act out, Cho, didn’t I?” He’s fervently nodding, fervently agreeing. “And so by- ngh, doing that, you’re not really a good boy, are you?”
“N-no, I’m not.” Only after Choso shakes his head do you start to move again. Holding onto his tattooed biceps, just the sultriest moves that squeeze and squeeze his aching hot length deeper inside your cunt. You could feel his orb Prince Albet’s piercing drag across your cunt, that frigid lil’ piercing on the very top of his mushroomy tip.
And even when he was tied up, Choso’s cock was just so laaaarge and so hot and greedy stretching out your tiniest crevices, your nooks and tender crannies.
With a particularly hard gyration of your hips - one that leaves him utterly hypnotized by the way you move - Choso’s tilting his blushing head to the side and adoring you. Words blurting out of his mouth before he even knows it, “But what if m’your bad boy? And I can fuck you like- hah, like the slut you are?”
“Mmm, nice try.”
The mattress creaks as you’re speeding up your hips, snatching away every word in his throat. Choso’s prominent Adam’s apple can do nothing but gulp as he tugs on his restraints. So hard that your bed frame rickets. “Just so mean- oh.” You’re clenching your sopping wet walls, and the desperate man below you can’t help but jut his honed hips and tremor—babbling out with his head throwing back, “But I just l-like it so much when you’re mean to me, it makes my cock so fucking hard-”
And you excuse him - just barely - when he rolls his hips upwards n’ bashes his plump cockhead out of turn. “Oh, Choso.” If only because Choso’s flared tip was scrape-scrape-scraping against your nerves.
He plunges straight against the tenderest orifice at your g-spot, marking it with his rotund piercing. “Is this- ngh, good?” Bucking into it wildly, you could feel the fat circumference of his cockhead swirl all ‘round and leave his indentation there. “Am I being a good boy now, baby?”
“W-we’ll see…” You’re just barely managing to keep your tone even, bouncing back into his constant thrust.
Choso pouts with his pierced lower lip, snake bites glinting.
And he could feel the slick layers of your arousal increase - you were getting so much wetter at the feeling of him chasing your wet cunt. Barely even waiting for that recoil at your cervix before he’s letting his geysering tip jerk inside once more. Once more. Once more- once more.
Gurgling out at the back of your throat, “Ngh- hngh, fuck. It feels good- right, baby?” Such great glittery tears decorate his lashes, and he looks oh-so-pretty simply blushing when you look down at him. Hands aching to reach for you, your bedposts creak wildly as he does so. “If it feels good then maybe you could let me f…”
“What was that?” Fuck- it was almost too sinful how you had the audacity ask that while speeding up your hips. Letting the sultry suctions of your pussy increase and leave him whimpering - something that you make note of quite quickly.
He bucks in rapid half-thrusts, tattooed biceps straining against their restraints. “Fuck- oh. I just—-oh, fuck, how can your pussy feel s-so good, baby?”
Raising a brow, “And is that what you wanted to ask, hm?”
He’s shaking his head, he’s making the headboard move furiously with the tugs on his cuffs. “No- no I just-” Only for his thoughts to collapse at the sight n’ sensation of you above him, “-please, baby. C-can’t speak.”
“Oh? Whoops!” And then you smile such a devilish smile, something that he can’t do anything about but wrap his pink lips ‘round one of your nipples and bite. “Sorry about that, Cho, allow me to let you- ngh, catch your breath then.”
It’s almost agonizing how you’re slowing down after that, slurp after slurp of inches being fed between your legs. Heavy thrust after thrust. Smooch after smooch of his piercing.
“Th-thank you, baby.” Choso hisses out, now that he could string together coherent sentences again. He looks up at you through his long lashes, “Just wanted to ask- to beg whether you could now free m- oh, fuck.”
But you weren’t going to let your pretty boyfriend off that easy, were you?
Before he can properly finish his sentence, you’re suckin’ up Choso’s ruby-red tip once more. Such a mean smile on your face once you hum, “Hmmm, how about if you can break out of-”
CREAK-CREAK—!
It happens so fast that you don’t even see it immediately, that you just hear the noise of your poor bedframe being torn apart- before suddenly you’re on your back against the dampened sheets with a ravenous Choso on top of you and his probin’ cock jutting inside you.
The snug stretch of his piercing, the roughened feeling of his hands—all over you.
You were being stimulated from every angle and corner, your boyfriend’s fat cock shovelling inside. He stubs his tiny piercing against your g-spot over, and over, and over again. “Fuck- fuck, ngh- I t-told you m’not gonna be able to be a good boy.” He’s huffing into the crook of your neck, hiding that burning blush. “Fucking you like a slut is what I do best- ngh, fuck, and m’ready to give up anything to feel you. To touch you. Anything- anything.”
Choso raises his chocolate eyes to watch for your reaction- and that’s it. That’s when he sees it.
“Oh, fuck.”
He smacks! his hips to yours, so incredibly deep.
“Oh, fuck.”
And before you know it, Choso’s shovelled his pierced tip all the way to your cervix and was pouring out wads of creamy white cum. Ivory sweetness. Oozing wetly out of you and gluing your thighs together. Just the loudest, most sinful sluuuuurp as your pussy sucks up all the stringy ribbons that splatter against your womb.
You could feel it pooling right at your channel, and sploshing about every time that Choso was urgently fucking each ounce inside. “Wh-what?” You’re just so far gone - so properly fucked on his vein-covered shaft - that you have a hard time computing his words. “What’s the matter, Cho?”
“Oh, baby…” Choso reaches over, and there’s a loud bang! of something that sounds strangely like furniture falling over itself. And that…that makes you look up in confusion—“We broke the bed.”
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It was difficult to explain to your RA just why you needed a new bed for your form…(the current one was so far past fixable, that neither of you even wanted to try- and Choso had still taken you atop it until you’d reached two or three highs).
And it was even tougher to watch as Itadori Jin moved in the parts to a new one - your dear boyfriend had offered to pay for and move a new one in, seeing as he was partly responsible.
He stood by your side, furiously blushing, as if the two of you couldn’t look even more conspicuous underneath the kind man’s gaze.
“And remember-” Jin announces, once he was finally done fixing the bed up inside your room, he manages to catch the attention of both you two and the few stragglers of the dorm that’d stayed behind to see what the commotion was about. You could hear the whispers starting to spread about ‘that emo kid Choso’ and ‘he really did that?’ already. “-go easy on this one unless you want another bed broken, kids.” He looks between you two meaningfully, “And kids. Unless you want kids.”
You put your face in your hands, Choso nearly faints.
“Though I wouldn’t mind becoming a grandfather already-”
♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Curse-BREAKER?!
“Sh-shit-” Your body moves before your mind, and you don’t even realize it before your hands surge out towards the bed’s ancient headboard.
Clasping onto it, you’re digging your nails into the aged mahogany and holding on for dear life. All the while the King of Curses was simply losing himself on the velvety feeling of your pussy, letting himself unravel more and more after each honed thrust—“Oh- oh my god, Kuna. M’begging you for- hngh, mercy-”
“Haaah?” Sukuna gruffly pants, casting a hot breeze down your back. It makes you arch lewdly into his touch- oh-so-perfect for the hulking king to cup either side of your hips and slam you back against his. One length stuffed at your cunt, the other inside your other hole- “Speak up, woman, can’t fuckin’ hear you over that pussy of yours.”
“I- hngh, I said.” Babbling away, you could honestly barely even hear yourself over the sultry squelches that emanate from between your thighs.
“Said what?”
“That I- fuck.”
And as you stutter n’ shiver, Sukuna simply rolls his eyes and bucks his hot cocks deeper. “Yeah yeah- we know yer getting- heh, fucked.” He lets the mouth on his stomach fall open, and you can feel his cursed tongue slither ‘round your thighs and head towards your pussy. Pryin’ those bloated folds open, “Now, speak properly before I hafta- ngh, ask from these lips.”
“Just so mean…” You’re sniffling, tears cascading down your cheeks at the rovering of his lengths- now combined with the way that his second tongue was just lightly pressing down on your throbbing clit.
Snickering, “So ya can say that, huh?” And then Sukuna accelerates his drilling hips so much that the bed frame echoes out creaks, thrown at the pressure of his movements.
“I just-” You sob, your body unsure whether to fuck back into him for more—to angle his bulbous tips juuuust right, or to fucking run away. “M’begging you for-” Stimulated so much on the massaging motions of his lengths, you’re feeling the line of one of his slits just perfectly enter into your womb. “-for- fuck!” Just perfectly tickle his tastebuds up n’ down your pussylips, “-mercy.”
Smack!
And it wasn’t Sukuna hammering down a rude spank, it wasn’t even him slapping his tastebuds down on your cunt. No- it was all him ramming both his matching lengths so hard that you’re seeing stars.
That the tuft of his messy pink happy trail scratches your skin until it stings, that even the mouth slashed across his stomach seems to gasp.
That one of Sukuna’s four arms lurches down to grab your neck from behind, draaaagging your helpless body back into his aggressive thrusts. He chuckles darkly, “So you’re saying- heh, you want…” He makes you anticipate the end of his sentence with a few more probes of his double tips. “-more.”
Your eyes snap open, and you can feel both excitement and fear overcome you. “M-more?”
Sukuna smirks, “See- that settles it.”
“Wait I said-” Suddenly fucking each n’ every syllable back inside your clogged-up throat. Each n’ every syllable.
“Oho?” He croons, scalding pants dusting your thighs as even his cursed mouth snickers. “Even more? Ya really are insatiable, woman.”
Both stacked lengths throb inside of you, and you swear they were swelling up even more.
“I wonder who’s insatiable.” Sniping out, you’re counting two bruises the exact size of his cockheads formulate right where both of them ended out. Your spongiest depths, every ridge inside being pinpointed with his milky pre.
Especially at your cervix, Sukuna was swirlin’ his ribbony strings of pre around. Only drilling his hips in faster. And faster. And faster.
“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck fuck. I can- hngh! feel you right at my very throat. Twice.” Your fingers were numb on the shuffling headboard, and he was assaulting your tender g-spot like nothing. “Any more and I think m’gonna…”
“Cum?” His luscious tastebuds slap-slap-slap your sensitive clit, “So cum, ma- no one’s stopping you here.”
“Yes but- no, but-” You’re struggling to even string your thoughts together, glittering tears welling up by the corners of your eyes. Bucking wildly, pleasure sparking behind your eyes. “-it just feels like m’gonna do more than cum, Kuna.”
Scoffing, “Heh…cum twice? I wouldn’t mind one for each- fuck- cock stuffed inside you, brat.”
There’s a distinct ringing in your eardrums, and although part of it might be because of the sheer force being put on your lower half- the other part of it was from…the bed screws? “It just feels like m’gonna squirt, Kuna.” And you could almost hear the mean response formulating on the tip of his tongue, “But the thing is, I don’t even know whether I can squirt-”
“Oh, shush.”
Before you know it, a second of Sukuna’s hands reach down to cover his face- to plaster his palm against your mouth- to let the cursed mouth on his palm open n’ slip his tongue between your whimpering lips. “You think you can’t cum when you’re with- mm, me?” There was an almost-insulted tone in Sukuna’s voice, “Don’t hafta worry when you have ‘Kuna’ with you, mama- just shut up and squirt.”
And then you are.
Well, not only are you squirting—but you’re holding on so hard to the creaking headboard that it starts to shatter.
Just like your vision was. Just like the stabs of pleasure all throughout your veins were- again and again, until you’re seeing white behind your eyes and your mouth starts to loll open stupidly.
And the splashes of syrupy sap that drivel from between your legs start to go into overdrive, until a sheen of it glues to Sukuna’s pink happy trail. “I-I’m—” Barely even able to squeak out your moans, he was emptying his lengths thud-thud into your insides. “It’s so much- mmpf!”
“You can still speak?” The fat girth of his third tongue slicks every inch of your own mouth, it’s slimy tip making out with you in such a filthy way. “Guess I haven’t done my job well enough, hm?”
He was making up to that, it seems. Because in practically no time, Sukuna’s increasing the pace of his vulgar strokes - slamming one of his viciously red tips against your g-spot, and the other to stretch out your other cute lil’ hole.
You could feel them press against your tender walls, almost sliding into one another- “Oh fuck-” And any time you’re shaking with the stimulation, trying to pull yourself free from Sukuna’s arms, he’s tugging you back with the palm glued to your maw. Kissing you deeper - dragging you back. “Oh fuck, it just, mm, feels so-”
“Where’d you think you’re going-”
“It’s so much, I might just cum again-”
A sensually aggressive pull—“We’re not done, woman.”
And then you don’t know whether it’s the way you’re gripping onto the headboard, you don’t know whether it’s just the way he’s manhandling you like it’s nothing to him - but Ryomen Sukuna has the globes of your ass pressed against his pelvis, and the headboard on his king-sized bed crashing down to the floor.
Just from him stopping you running.
Just from the force of your pleasure.
It falls with a clatter, and your eyes widen as you turn to stare at it- before they’re immediately falling shut again at the feeling of yet another high hitting you head-on.
“Ahhhh- fuck.” For the first time, his hips suddenly falter. “Ah fuck, you seriously…” A bark of laughter leaves him.
And you whine through your tears, still pummeled by his cock. “Shut up.” But in actuality, he’s shoving the tongue on his palm even deeper into the cavern of your mouth to shut you up.
“You broke my fuckin’ centuries-old bed, huh? That thing was an heirloom- probably.” Sukuna whispers to himself as he feels the tightest lil’ clench of your wet walls once more - as if you were trying to milk him even more. Before his face suddenly splits with a grin, “Heh- you’re next, brat.”
And if the King of Curses’ subjects looked at you slightly fearfully after that at the fact that you’d broken one of Sukuna’s prized possessions, well, he certainly didn’t mind…
Because he’d told his attendants to ready at least fifteen more beds after that.
♡ INO TAKUMA - Acci(dent)!
“Never have I ever done it raw.”
Giggles erupt at the question your friend had just posed, and Ino blushes to the roots of his chocolate brown bangs as several members of the tipsy circle turn to look at you two. The couple of the group, it wasn’t a secret that the two of you were serious and happily in love with each other.
But what did feel like a surprise (at least, to the rest of them) was the fact that neither of you put your fingers down to denote that you had done it raw.
They balk at the realization.
They whisper—
“Wait? You two- I would’ve at least thought by now-”
“I mean, it makes sense, better safety-”
“True, or maybe my man Ino’s pull-out game is just that week- hah!”
And you laugh along with the group, you smile, but from the corner of your eye…you’re catching Ino’s gaze. And you know that despite carrying a conversation from the friend sitting beside him, his attention’s on you, too.
His hand moves to cover your exposed knee, he squeezes.
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“Ohhhh, fuck, pretty.” Ino’s sweaty strands of hair tickle the side of your neck, and you could feel the perspiration beading across his forehead at the heated proximity to you. The way he had his long, reddened cock swollen between your legs and rutting—
Like an animal.
Buck after buck.
No condom.
Ino’s thickened diameter spreads apart your pussylips, just lining your slit with his translucent precum. And he’s just shivering with desperation, but savoring even the faintest feeling of your glistening hole fluttering. “Just so real like this- ngh, I didn’t know you could feel so soft, sweetness.”
“Oh yeah?” With your arms thrown over his neck and pulling him in, “Then why don’t you feel it even more, Taku?”
“B-because- ngh.” One of Ino’s hands trembles as he cups his bulky base, teasin’ just the start of his puffy veins with his thumb. “Because she’s so soft and so pretty and so- so wet- I don’t know if I even deserve to put it in raw…”
You have to hold back a coo, “Awww, baby, it’s not about deserving- I want to feel you inside.” Fluttering your lashes - just the way you knew he was utterly weak for. “Want to have you raw and throbbing. Want to have your cum inside me, s’that alright?”
“Oh, fuck.” Ino moans at your words, “Oh, fuck.”
And almost as if he couldn’t entirely control himself - just in rough, jerky half-thrusts - he swerves his bulbous tip up to your hole and humps and humps. Letting out the filthiest wet squelches! as he does, feeling tight orifice try to clench around him- Ino slams his right hand down on top of the headboard and gasps.
Pretty pink lips wobbling as he does so, “D-don’t say things like that-” Other hand reaching up to gently spank your mouth, he grips the headboard so hard that it starts to dent. “-not out of that sweet mouth, pretty…s’gonna make me cum.”
You playfully smile, “If you’re gonna cum then make sure s’inside me, Taku.”
He lets out a pained groan and bucks- “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”
And it’s just then that he’s properly pryin’ aside those glistening folds of yours and letting his glistening, red tip kiss your hole. Just the lightest peck, and Ino Takuma finds himself letting out a sob at the heavenly texture, “B-because you don’t know how badly I’ve always wanted to- hck! to feel this pretty cunt wrapped around me like this.” Sinking in juuuuust an inch, he was so hard at the thought of entering you raw that you could count every pulsation. “She’d speak to me- y’know?”
“Wh-what?” You’re managing out through your own tears, his girth was so thickened that it left you keening.
“Every time I fucked her with a condom on- ngh, she- she’d tell me how much she wants to feel me raw.” Babbling away nonsense and- oh.
Oh, you’re getting it now.
Ino was pussydrunk, and prattling away with even the slightest slip n’ slide along your walls. “Always imagined filling her up to the very, mm, brim.” His left hand cascades down your front to press against your core while he’s easing in, “To fill you up so much that you end up overflowing from here- oh, maybe if you cover me like that it’d look like I’m wearing a condom, h-heh.” More nonsensical as he just goes deeper, deeper…
Until, ultimately, Ino’s fitting in juuuuuust the tip - and he’s just holding onto the wooden panel of the headboard, just splintering it, just shoving his shaft towards the end of your pussy and cumming.
Sultry hot stripes of white that empty out against your cervix, it creates a lil’ glaze that Ino finds himself slipping and sliding against. “Fuck-” He’s muttering underneath his breath, “Fuck fuck fuck- I can’t believe m’cumming after just putting it inside-”
“I can’t believe you’ve just broken the bed.” Your eyes damn near bulge out of your skull, head snapping upwards to look at the large crack that broke through your bed frame.
Just at the sensation of feeling you raw…?
And before you know it, Ino’s thrusting into you like an animal- just pumping his pearly beads of cum deeper inside you. Deeper and deeper. The bawling divot on the very tip-top of his shaft empties out a hot load against your womb, and you can feel it overspilling between your legs already.
Just smearin’ out like a white gloss that Ino swipes his rugged left thumb down and sticks between his own lips, “Mmm, and you- and you expected me not to?” He asks, voice breathy. Almost crazed.
It’s a tone that sends shivers down your spine as you let it sink in, “I-I mean-”
Before Ino’s fucking you in rough, rovering bucks to stick his globular tip against your cervix. Like he was trying to glue every inch of him inside you, “You let me have her raw- you let me stuff myself in with absolutely nothing- so deep that I can’t even hck! think of anything else.” He’s blinking his eyes dazedly, “Can’t even remember my fucking name—and it’s a wonder that I haven’t b-broken down before breaking the damn bed.”
Uselessly, the bedframe rickets and creaks after each of his movements- eventually ending up in shambles that have one side of the bed sagging.
Reaching the damned floor—
“Fuck- better take you on the floor instead, huh, pretty?”
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The next time you’re with your rambunctious friends, they rib each other with probing questions regarding that last drunken game night. Slightly more sober, just slightly less playfully intrusive.
“So…” One of them croons, “Never have I ever done it raw, huh?”
And Ino, silently, puts down one finger- poking at his pizza slice instead. Though, you do notice the furious blush that peaks out from underneath his brown hair.
Jaws drop.
They look to you.
And you can only shrug with a smile.
♡ GOJO SATORU - Dear door,
“You- you can’t just—fuuuuck!” Your mouth hands open, fingers dragging through Gojo Satoru’s ivory white bangs. You pull and you tug and you make the strongest sorcerer in existence whimper as you pull his handsome face towards you.
Whimpering into his hotly open mouth as you let his thick cock lavish your insides, just the pink rotund tip pressing against your deepest innards. You could tell by the flares of blue lightning by his eyes that Gojo was using his Six Eyes to pinpoint your exact g-spot, just pumping and pumping and pumping his length into that lil’ target of his. Just so unfair how he smiles brilliantly after cutting you off with a particularly hard thrust, “Toru, you can’t just fuck me in your o-office whenever you wanna skip out on a jujutsu meeting-”
“I don’t hear her complaining.” With that said, his slender thumb rolls a heart over your clit - but of course Gojo’s playful fingers couldn’t stay still. Of course he was letting his doughy fingertips pinch that cute lil’ nub. “And with my Six Eyes I can always tell, y’know?”
“F-fuck- no you can’t.” You’re arching on top of his work desk, littered with so many important documents that your husband had barely even touched (despite being due days ago).
And then he’s swirlin’ and swirlin’ the crown edge of his thumb until the sloppiest squelches let go from your cunt. Tilting his head to the side with a teasing smile, “You suuuure, sweetheart?”
Yes, even you start to second-guess yourself by the way he was fucking you utterly stupid. With his looong, vein-covered cock that kept on slapping! the end of your cervix at a constant pace, and somehow Gojo always managed to pinpoint where you felt best.
Always hitting it with deadly accuracy.
It almost felt as if this was the battlefield and you were on the receiving end of The Strongest’s complete and utter mercy. You were helpless to his ravenous hips. Helpless to do anything but let your hamstrings ache with the movement of trying to buck back into him, “W-well- yes? No?” Head thrown back when he spurts out a sticky wad of pre into your womb, “Maybe?”
“H-heh…” Drunkenly Gojo giggles at the fact that you couldn’t even pin down a proper answer, “Well then we have something in common, my wife.” You’re looking up at his breathy answer, and Gojo stares down at you with eyes that are utterly gone. Crazed. High on the feeling of your pussy- “I don’t know fucking anything other the feeling of my wife’s hot- tight- cunt, either.”
“Oh.” Drool slithers down one side of your maw, and Gojo’s eagerly leaning in to lick it away.
“All clean.” He’s darting his pinkish tongue out, “Heh, hope you know that made me even- ngh, harder, sweetheart.”
You could feel it, and he finds himself only rutting back into your bounces.
Outmatching you.
Thrashing against you.
The curvaceous end of his shaft was just so red-hot with need, even the slightest rubbin’ along your sweet walls leaves the man letting out tears. “Oh, this is so much fucking better than being at some meeting.” Rattling the desk with how fast he was slamming into you, papers fly off of it. “So much fucking- hah, better. Though, I would’ve been dreaming about this cute pussy through it anyways, y’know~?”
“M’n-not surprised-”
“Would’ve been thinking of how lonely she’d be without me.” He pouts with his rosy lips, and tugs on your pulsating clit even harder. The desk thuds- “How wet she is just waiting f’me- heh, the way she’d welcome me like thiiiiis—”
And he’s bucking into you so hard - like an animal - just throwing the desk off its legs. And it’s only with the help of Gojo’s cursed energy that he’s managing not to tip the entire thing over, “Toru, you should be thinking about- fuck, it feels so good—your meeting instead.” He huffs n’ bangs away into you so hard that a leg on the desks starts wobbling. “The one about your powers-”
“Oh, m’using my powers alright-”
And just like he said, his firm fingerpads coat with a buzzing layer of cursed energy. The very same that send sparks flashing behind your lids, and Gojo’s own body heightening in strength and speed.
In absolutely ruining you—
“Oh, Toru-” Breath catching, you can start the molten bliss start to take root at the pit of your stomach. “Toru, m’gonna-”
“Three.”
Blinking your bleary eyes open, “Why are you-”
“Two.”
“-counting down?”
“One.”
And your breath catches primally in your breath as you’re suddenly bursting into your high- it’s a startling orgasm, one that Gojo’s plunging his cock inside to fuck you right through. And his eyes glow just a tinge brighter to figure out the peaks of euphoria where you were most sensitive, swabbin’ away every ridge and crevice inside you.
“Oh, how I love you- how I prefer you over any fucking- ngh, meeting. Fuck those meetings.” Gojo’s growling, “Don’t even need them anyway. I’d fuck you right then n’ there on top of the table, you know that?” Buzzing fingertips rovering atop your clit, “Make a big show of it-” Harder. “Maybe then they’ll see the strongest’s true powers-”
“Want you to cum inside.” Because Gojo might just be the strongest sorcerer - but you still had power over him.
And you’re watching in real time as your husband’s powerful eyes bulge, as his drooling mouth parts, as he reels his aching cock back and then gets sloppy in the way he’s stuttering it towards. Red and throbbing angrily, “E-excuse me?” Octaves higher. Stuttering. Because you’d forgone the condom this time, and he…“Do you even know what you’re-”
You cut him off as your wave of bliss just slightly starts to bate, “I do. C-can you…” Fluttering your lashes, you glide your hands down your front. “-please, Toru?”
Gojo’s pulling his muscular hips back with a hiss—“Fuh-fuck.”
You just had to ask him to cum inside for him to listen to your whims. Body acting before his mind.
And it’s then that Gojo Satoru throws his head back with a groan of your name and cums. It’s then that he’s determined to shove every droplet of seed inside your womb, and does so by crushing his toned v-line to yours so harshly- that there’s a distant crack of wooden furniture.
It’s then that the explosion of his high overtakes him so much that the singular lightbulb inside Gojo’s office bursts- though, the shards shower down and magically don’t splinter neither you nor your husband. The pressure of atoms-
But you can’t pay any mind to it, not right now whilst The Strongest is just emptying out his heavy balls into your deepest depths. “Oh my god- fuck, there’s so much-” Your jaw drops open, feeling the trickle of ivory sap spill out of you and glue to your thighs.
Which Gojo eagerly wipes up to push back inside with his fingerpads, “Cumming inside-” He’s dazed eyes flit between your fucked-out expression and your overstuffed cunt. “Inside inside inside- oh.”
Those webbed volumes just seem to keep on pouring out, and he can’t stop the leakage from spilling down his wrist. Taking a slight lick at the sheen with his greedy tongue-
“Such a mess.” Gojo’s tutting, as if he didn’t enjoy every second of it. “Next time- heh, we can really test out m’powers by making a condom out of infinity- it’ll work trust me, sweetheart.”
“I-I think that next time we’ll have to test out something else first, Toru.” You’re saying as your orgasm peters out, and you’re finally coming around to the absolute chaos around you two.
For starters, the desk was shattered- and you’re held up solely by Gojo’s strong arms n’ powers. Papers were frozen in flight midair because of his powers, loose pieces of furniture were hovering an inch or two above the ground.
And the lightbulb- oh, it was crumpled, shards not reaching you solely because of the layer of infinity that Gojo had extended to you, too.
The layer of infinity that quickly parts for you when you decide to reach up and kiss him- you feel Gojo’s cock flinch inside your cunt for that. “Maybe it’ll do Yaga and the renovation team more good if you just go to the meeting instead, Satoru…”
At that, he snaps his head in the direction of the (slightly splintered) clock face on the wall, the meeting wasn’t over just yet. He could still make it if he really wanted to. “Hmmm…nope!”
And then Gojo clicks! his index and his thumb together, still all glazed with your seeping hot sap- before you’re blinking your eyes once more and finding your back teleported against…a door.
“The door, sweetheart.” He finishes off, and you’re not quite sure whether that’s because you’d stupidly babbled it out loud or whether he could just read your mind - by the wide, crazed look he was giving you, you could never quite be too sure. The first flat surface he’d managed to find.
Gojo had both his overlarge hands placed underneath the globes of your ass, the only thing that was easily holding you up- it was as if you were weightless. Just the prettiest ragdoll for him to ruin himself upon.
In mere split-seconds, his bulbous tips finds its pace probing in and out of your cunt- in and out, in and out. Again. He wasn’t done with you just yet, “And m’gonna fuck and fuck you against this very door until m’done with my meeting. Until m’cumming dry- and even then, m’gonna fuck you all over again-”
“Oh, fuuuck, Toru.” You’re crying out, drawing red, red lines with your nails on his shoulders. They were just so bulky, flexing each time you were pummeled against the door-
After one particularly hard piston of his, Gojo smiles as the door starts to rattle. “Heh, but before that we might just break this damn door, too, my wife.”
.
.
.
“I can’t believe it.” Yaga’s grumbling, so upset that he had his knitting materials out and was working on an entirely new cursed corpse as he walked - perhaps one to punch Gojo Satoru in the face, yes, that would be ideal…“No matter how many times I tell Satoru to get his act together and just- attend-”
“P-p-please calm down, Yaga-san. It’s not good for your blood pressure!” Ijichi cries, scrambling to keep up with the other man.
Behind them, a flurry of disgruntled elders followed, each under the pretense of wishing to continue this oh-so-important meeting to analyze The Strongest’s powers - but, really, everyone did want to see the infamous Gojo Satoru get put in his place. At least once in here, if never on the battlefield.
So they waited. They watched. They walked right up the slightly…rumbling door to Gojo Satoru’s office, where Yaga claimed the man often lounged away his important meeting hours.
And Yaga himself is the one to gruffly reach for the handle, a lecture already on the tip of his tongue—when every single person in the hallway freezes at the sound of what oddly sounds like…a moan.
Ijichi blanches, “Y-Yaga-san, maybe Gojo-senpai is hurt-” Before getting cut off by another moan.
One that was undeniably by anyone but Gojo, one that was undeniably yours - The Strongest’s wife.
They all startle back from the door as if it was poisonous, as if it would grow a mouth and start moaning at them all over again. Through the wooden screen, they hear a cackle that sounded to be from Gojo-
“Ijichi.”
“Yes- yes, Yaga-san!” The black-haired man jumps.
“Cancel all of Satoru’s meetings this month.”
♡ HIGURUMA HIROMI - Break it// Make it
“Fuh-fuuuck.” Your hands grasp at the soft silken sheets of the king-sized bed, your feet plant flatly to steady your body and somehow buck—“Oh- oh my fuck, Hiromi.”
You didn’t think that trying for a baby would get you this ruined by your husband.
It was just tonight that you’d mentioned it to him: the perfect anniversary get-up, a romantic dinner he’d taken you out to, a stroll along a scenic beach, and a conversation where you’d blurted out that you wouldn’t mind if there were…three of you.
And those were exactly the words that’d gotten you into this situation-
“Three of us-” Higuruma’s whispering underneath his breath, almost like a breathless mantra- honestly, he’s working his body so hard and not even caring to control his pants before he says it all over again. “Th-three of us.”
Wedding ring on, your husband’s palms smears down your front and presses in on top. As if he was already imagining a time where this very body of yours would be round n’ glowing with his child- “Oh f-fuck, Hiromi, y’know I think s’already taken-”
“But I can’t really be sure until there’s three of us, right, angel?” He’s asking, dark eyes serious.
Before you can formulate a response on your limp tongue, Higuruma’s swervin’ his ruddied cock up against your cervix - it was right where he’d started bruising your spongy pussy with his constant bashes. Again and again and again.
With his crowned cocktip messing up the wads of white already inside you, and one of his hands reaching up to pin both of yours above your head- Higuruma was breeding you. “Not until I can tell that my pretty lil’ daughter has taken inside you, yes?” Slightly slurring into your open mouth, you find that the stern man was drooling by this point. “Until you don’t know what it feels like to- hah, not have my seed deeeep inside of you, hm? Until you move and you can still taste me there. Until you can’t even speak with my cum plugging you up all the way-” Free hand gripping at your throat, slightly choking you. “-here.”
“You’re being so…” You’re shivering, you don’t even have words for how your usually-composed husband was acting in this very moment - maybe that was his overspiling sap working its magic already.
But Higuruma only coos at your cuteness, “S’alright, momma, no need for words- just taaake everything I give you, hm? Every single drop of mine- will you take it?”
“Yes- yes.” Mewling out, you just want it so bad despite the waves of cum that stick ‘round your insides already. As if a second skin. With absolutely no hesitation, you’re arching your spine and rutting back into Higuruma’s fervent pace. “Yes yes yes- I want it so bag, ngh, fuck me pregnant, please, Hiromi?”
“That’s the plan, sugar.” His nose crinkles with perspiration, and he’s mapping out every inch of the hidden spots inside you. Everywhere he could probe into next- “Until I’ve- oh, look. You’re just leaking out my cum.”
Your chin drops to your chest, “I am?”
And Higuruma Hiromi would never lie to his sweet wife - sure as day, sure as the way he was drilling into you like a madman, your cunt was stuffed with so many webs of cum that half of it was spilling out. A frothy few layers of it glue your pussylips to his base, smearing all over with every movement.
“Now now, how’d you expect me to stop when you’re wasting it like that, sugar?” Higuruma tuts, and you’re whining at his stern tone.
“S’not my fault…”
“But of course not, angel.” Lovingly, your husband cups your face- your husband just coos down at you. “It’s not, mmm, your fault- but someone has to stop from leaking, hm? How else m’I gonna fuck you all full, hm?”
And he was an attorney for a reason, you suppose, because in no time you’re nodding. Peering up at Higuruma with tear-glittered eyes, “I…I can stop the leaking.”
“Atta girl.” With a full-mouthed kiss pressed onto your lips, he’s urging his blushin’ cockhead to hit the roof of your cunt. It was jolting your body upwards, following the deafening creaks of the bed to help you fuck back into him- “C’mon now- buck- buck, angel. Fuck back into your husband, alright?”
“A-alright.” Gasping through the thorough probes of his rude cock, his shaft was throbbing with so much need that you could hear the thundering beat in your ears.
Higuruma’s smile grows, he could barely even hear the rickety bed by now - barely even cared for it. “Faster now. Faster- c’mon, angel, you were so eager to get pregnant- you know momma’s gotta be a hands-on parent, too.”
Mouth parting, your hamstrings scream at you to slow down - and so do the mattress springs. “I-I know, Hiromi- it’s just, fuck—”
“Something to say?” He reaches a stray hand down and squeezes your clit, “Speak up, sugar. Don’t make me teach you the fundamentals of parental communication, too.”
“You’re really studied up on this…” You’re grumbling.
And his hold grows tighter on your oversensitive clit, “What’s that—?”
“N-nothing-” You’re squeaking, just so overstimulated by this point that even that makes your entire body shiver n’ shake. Your head muddling up with the oncoming mess of your high, “It’s just- I think m’gonna-”
“Cum?”
“Cum.”
You’re both hurtling into your highs at the exact same time - and maybe Higuruma had planned them that way, maybe you were just lucky enough that your sensations synced up. But all you know is that it was one of the strongest orgasms of your life- with bursts of pleasure leaving your vision white, and your toes curling every time Higuruma was fucking his pouring high into you.
Creamy white sap.
He couldn’t get enough of his wife’s cunt, leaving streaks of cum glossing all atop your pussylips- “Guess- hah, guess what, angel?” Your husband’s saying after a few strokes of him pumping his white wads into the back entrance of your womb.
“What, Hiromi?”
“We broke the fucking bed-”
You’re still not even halfway through the waves of your high before you’re sweeping a look around with a gasp, and sure enough- the planks of the bedframe had clattered to the floor in some places, leaving you two precarious as you moved. As he still didn’t stop.
You supposed it made sense, considering all the looong hours spent fucking you into this very bed.
But then again, the frame was made out of pure mahogany-
“But…” Higuruma’s the one to snap you out of your slight reverie, and the best of your orgasm has just ended before he’s steeling himself back out of your pussy. With the sloppiest sluuuuurp—he’s scooping your boneless body up in his arms, and walking over to the nearest flat surface he can find. Perhaps even…a little fantasy of his.
His work desk.
Pushing aside so many work documents that fall to the floor, you’re bowed on top of the table on all fours when your husband’s reddened cocktip is mazing it’s way iiiiiiin—
“-that doesn’t mean m’done with your sweet pussy yet, sugar.”
.
.
.
Just a few months later and when the obstetrician asks you when approximately you might have conceived, well, you know exactly the date to tell her.
And Higuruma put his hand on top of your slowly-swelling belly - you were just as beautiful as he’d imagined, as his fantasies were.
Junpei... its been 3 years... come back to me please.. junpei... come back to me PLEASE I MISS YOU SO MUCH PLS COME BACK TO ME JUNPEI MY LOVE MY SWEETHEART MY DARLING MY BABY PLS COME HOME BABY I MISS YOU JUNPEI *sobs* I will rip out my heart PLEASE. JUNPEI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM GOING INSANE MY BABY
Omega!Yuta who's your beloved neighbor, showering you kindness the moment you moved into his neighbourhood. Waving every time you walk in and out of your house.
Omega!Yuta who's very helpful, he helped you carry all of your heavy old things to your new house, making side comments on your adorable antiques.
Omega!Yuta who's the sweetest of them all! He gives you fresh strawberries from his yard for free, even wrapping the container in a bow tie and attaching a small motivational quote on a sticky note. "Keep pushing! Don't give up! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ"
Omega!Yuta who keeps you updated from everything that's happening in the neighborhood! Hey, have you heard about the new serial killer on the loose who targets lonely women like you? Now you do!
Omega!Yuta who gives you the sweetest kind smile he can, reassuring you that he won't let you get taken away by that shady killer!
Omega!Yuta who you felt super safe with, that he was the first person you called when some sus black hooded man was following you on your way home from your shift at the convenience store.
Omega!Yuta immediately answered and told you that you can stay at his apartment for the meantime! His keys are under the rug outside his door as he reminds you to lock it.
Omega!Yuta with a very organized apartment, it looks like those houses you only see in Pinterest as the scent of strawberries linger on the air.
Omega!Yuta who seems to be hiding something from you. The moment you walked inside his room, you were immediately hit by the musky scent of something bold, dominant and.. powerful. A scent of something an omega surely can't have.
Omega!Yuta who turns out to be an Alpha. You found out after skimming through his things inside his room.
Alpha!Yuta who seemed to be obsessed with you. His walls decorated with polaroid pictures of you. His desk was overflowing with every item you owned that you swear suddenly disappeared one day- wait is that your missing underwear?!
Alpha!Yuta who had already arrived at the apartment before you can even leave, staring at you with a concerned look as he noticed your betrayed expression.
Alpha!Yuta noticed that his room's door was wide open and immediately turned to you in panic, begging to give him a chance to explain but you don't and immediately reach over to grab your bag. You don't even make it halfway through the hallway yet when his hand reaches out to grab your wrist in a tight grip.
Alpha!Yuta who can't let you go, after everything he's done to put up a perfect facade? He can't risk losing all of this, losing you. So you find yourself getting dragged back into his room by him, covering your mouth shut because you just won't shut up.
Alpha!Yuta opens up, saying that he's never gotten so brave to get a mate his entire life, until you came in. He swore the moment he saw you, he knew you were meant to be his.
Alpha!Yuta who slightly got pissed that you landed a hit on him. Don't you understand he loves you? Why are you still resisting? Now you're chained to the bed. You did this to yourself.
Yandere Alpha!Yuta who keeps you in bed every, feeding you those sweet strawberries from his yard that used to be a symbol of kindness and innocence you thought he had.
Omega!Yuta who's your beloved neighbor, showering you kindness the moment you moved into his neighbourhood. Waving every time you walk in and out of your house.
Omega!Yuta who's very helpful, he helped you carry all of your heavy old things to your new house, making side comments on your adorable antiques.
Omega!Yuta who's the sweetest of them all! He gives you fresh strawberries from his yard for free, even wrapping the container in a bow tie and attaching a small motivational quote on a sticky note. "Keep pushing! Don't give up! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ"
Omega!Yuta who keeps you updated from everything that's happening in the neighborhood! Hey, have you heard about the new serial killer on the loose who targets lonely women like you? Now you do!
Omega!Yuta who gives you the sweetest kind smile he can, reassuring you that he won't let you get taken away by that shady killer!
Omega!Yuta who you felt super safe with, that he was the first person you called when some sus black hooded man was following you on your way home from your shift at the convenience store.
Omega!Yuta immediately answered and told you that you can stay at his apartment for the meantime! His keys are under the rug outside his door as he reminds you to lock it.
Omega!Yuta with a very organized apartment, it looks like those houses you only see in Pinterest as the scent of strawberries linger on the air.
Omega!Yuta who seems to be hiding something from you. The moment you walked inside his room, you were immediately hit by the musky scent of something bold, dominant and.. powerful. A scent of something an omega surely can't have.
Omega!Yuta who turns out to be an Alpha. You found out after skimming through his things inside his room.
Alpha!Yuta who seemed to be obsessed with you. His walls decorated with polaroid pictures of you. His desk was overflowing with every item you owned that you swear suddenly disappeared one day- wait is that your missing underwear?!
Alpha!Yuta who had already arrived at the apartment before you can even leave, staring at you with a concerned look as he noticed your betrayed expression.
Alpha!Yuta noticed that his room's door was wide open and immediately turned to you in panic, begging to give him a chance to explain but you don't and immediately reach over to grab your bag. You don't even make it halfway through the hallway yet when his hand reaches out to grab your wrist in a tight grip.
Alpha!Yuta who can't let you go, after everything he's done to put up a perfect facade? He can't risk losing all of this, losing you. So you find yourself getting dragged back into his room by him, covering your mouth shut because you just won't shut up.
Alpha!Yuta opens up, saying that he's never gotten so brave to get a mate his entire life, until you came in. He swore the moment he saw you, he knew you were meant to be his.
Alpha!Yuta who slightly got pissed that you landed a hit on him. Don't you understand he loves you? Why are you still resisting? Now you're chained to the bed. You did this to yourself.
Yandere Alpha!Yuta who keeps you in bed every day, only letting you up when you need to use the bathroom (with him of course). He brings you daily meals and water but his favorite hobby gotta be feeding you those sweet strawberries from his yard that used to be a symbol of kindness and innocence you thought he had.
First thing I wrote in tumblr, Yay! 😼
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God of the Dead was always alone. With the coldness weighing his heart and the stench of gastly doom clinging to his skin. But then, one day, the world under his feet shifted. Heart bloomed with bizarre fondness. And the Lord of the Underworld soon started to wish for nothing but to taste Spring Goddess's sweetness every single day. Even if he were to accomplish it by force.
requ ested (pray forgive me for waiting so long)
included in Tales, Myths, Romances
pairings: Hades!Trueform Sukuna x Persephone!Reader
content/warnings: greek mythology au, mythologically accurate, possessive behaviour, slightly dark romance, kidnapping, devotion, obsession, heavy smut, Sukuna is his own warning, proper use of belly mouth, double penetration, belly bulges, mating press, oral sex (both), facesitting, yearning, symbolism, Cerberus is just a baby, pussydrunk Sukuna, he's down bad, but he's also toxic
WC: 13.7k (the visions have plagued me)
a/n: I think we all know the story of Hades and Persephone, so this time there's no need for a history lesson! I just hope you'll like it because I had lots of fun writing it! And thank you, dearest anons, for the request <3
divider by @/diviniye
art by @/phantomosis on x
It was a universal truth that opposites attract.
Knowledge older than the Gods themselves.
Carved in marble and rivers, bending under the Greek sun in crystal serpentine. Crossing the lands, fields and meadows, with single droplets caressed by nymphs and fair birdies playing in the calm waters.
Everyone knew that opposites work together.
Everyone could look up and see the sun and the moon frolicking in the same sky. Brush their feet against the hard, stony paths covering the mountains, and yet see little snippets of flowers breaking through the surface. To experience sadness and joy, two contradictory feelings, yet impossible to exist without each other.
Everyone could enjoy the sharp breeze from the thunderstorms, preceded by the sizzling warmth coating their sweating skin.
Everyone knew the night had no meaning without a day. That spring couldn't exist without a death.
Everyone knew it.
Or did they?
Or was it maybe something that one, love-possessed God simply wished to believe in? That opposites could attract even in the most impossible-to-imagine scenarios.
It's not that the Gods of Olympus weren't paired in a rather bizarre manner. For there was a beauty of Aphrodite who cherished the brute God of War dearly. Zeus and Hera, so different and yet ruling over the divine world. And also Dionysus, who haunted by love towards a mortal, made her a goddess.
And yet, Lord Hades couldn't shake off the feeling that his love was plagued by a tragedy from the very beginning.
As how could it be that the Lord of the Underworld's heart, after thousands of years of being burdened by coldness, suddenly bloomed with restless warmth?
With a feeling so unknown and strange, his hand rested on his chest as if in desire to breeze the burning skin up. Long fingers tried to grab the muscle and tear the rosy flesh that separated him from it. But even the God of Death couldn't stop the lovely beating of his heart and mind tormented solely by a thought of… you.
It happened on a sunny day, when, usually hidden in the depths of hell, the Lord of the Underworld decided to take a stroll. Around the spring meadows, with the air carrying the flowery scent of blooming nature. So strange and bizarre, never floating around the endless plains of his domain.
He didn't show his face often up there, as God of the Dead was much, much busier than one could think! Humans were weak, reckless, dying like flies and flooding the Underworld with their restless souls.
Heron crossed the Styx like a madman, and Cerberus couldn't close his eyes even for a second, as the hell was a mad and troubled place.
But then, that one day when the sunlight finally blessed his crimson eyes, Hades, or Sukuna as he much rather preferred, could finally pleasure himself in breathing the air not stained by a musty smell of death.
Each of his steps left the lush grass withered, and the air bent under the heaviness of his aura. Birds would fall silent whenever the God of the Dead passed through the trees they sat in, as if in fear of being taken by the Grim Reaper too soon. Fruits hanging off the branches would suddenly fall rotten, not allowing God to taste the sweetness of their pristine juices.
As there was no sweetness or warmth in Sukuna's life and it had been a long time since he learned how to live with it. For why would anyone care about the wellness of the Lord of the Underworld himself?
And so the world withered and shattered around him, but God truly didn't mind.
Until he saw you, the Goddess of Spring.
Beautiful, alive, with sun smooching your laughing cheeks and eyes curving under the golden rays. Little flowers were tucked in your hair sweetly, and single strands framed your face heartily. Sukuna enjoyed looking at blooming plants, although they quickly withered under his bloody gaze.
But not you.
You quickly became his most dearest petal, with loose, light robes always in a riot of pastel hues and lovely laughter carried by spring winds through the vast meadows. Bare feet ran through the fields of flowers without any worries, and eyes always glanced somewhere over the horizon. Somewhere, towards the seas and trees and frolic nymphs playing near the rivers. Fingers weaved wreaths one by one, and a cooing voice helped the flowers grow and blossom beautifully.
Your robes were always slightly dirty from the earth, warm cheeks marked by pollen, eyes bustling with warmth and kindness, that touched every plant, every animal that cuddled into your open arms.
He usually lurked among the trees. Tall, broody, with a massive body covered by dark robes and a grim aura clinging to his skin. Four arms crossed on a wide chest and two pairs of eyes fixated on a young Goddess frolicking with her friends.
Soon, he started coming more often.
The usual workaholic, a gloomy God who liked nothing and no one, a brute, as some liked to call him, suddenly found something that started haunting his mind. His dreams and nightmares, as even there, you always seemed to smooch his cheeks like a soft petal.
There, you always seemed to be his.
His lovely, dear wife. A Queen of the Underworld.
For all those days he watched you carefully, you've never noticed him.
Not even once, as if completely blinded to everything else outside the walls of your little world.
Until one day, you were left alone.
No friends chirping to your ear, no animals warming your legs – just you.
And, well, him.
He didn't know when and how, but a warming tiredness fell on his eyes, and oh-so-mighty God of the Death slipped into a light slumber. With withered grass lulling his heavy body and birds ogling him from the thick branches. Wind whirred quietly, brushing his pink hair, slipping between the strands and massaging tired temples.
He could almost swear that he fell asleep on the grass. Hard ground moulding under his even harder body and green tuft giggling his cheeks. And yet, after turning and squirming like a restless child, he felt something softer under his head.
Something plush, squishy, beaming with the sweetest, flowery fragrance he's ever smelled. The wind's murmur turned into a lovely hum. A melody that coiled his senses and flooded down his spine, filling his body like the sweetest wine.
He didn't dare to open his eyes.
As he knew, the sight of the lovely Goddess brushing gently through his hair would lead to his death. For Sukuna was rather sure that the only thing in this world that could truly stop his heart was the graceful look of your eyes fixed on him.
Not on flowers, not nymphs, nor animals.
Him.
And thus he lay quietly, with your thighs dipping under his head and soft fingers playing with his hair.
"The Lord of the Underworld in my spring domain," you hummed, swirling a pink strand around your finger. "What a bizarre sight, I must admit."
A chuckle slipped from between your lips when his brows furrowed. Slightly yet rather openly stating that the God of the Dead, with his colossal body bending your earth, has not, in fact, been sleeping.
But there was no need to out his silly manner, and your fingers continued soft curls around his temples. As everyone, no matter their origin, was most welcome in your domain.
Something changed around him. The air, the melody, the structure of grass.
Your presence brought life back to the withered plants and silenced animals that feared him. The birds sitting high on the branches slowly flew down, huddling shyly on his chest. Decayed grass turned lush once again, smooching his skin with its plushness.
"There's no need for fear," you whispered warmly, seeing how wary the animals were of his presence. "He is a good creature too."
Forest animals started to come closer, and closer, and closer, with deer sniffing his body and frogs clumping on his shoulders. Their little, sticky toes left traces of gluey slime, but he didn't mind.
Because God of the Dead rarely felt a life embrace his body.
And thus he decided to cherish it and pray that this single, intimate moment would last forever. With your thighs beaming warmth under his head and animals cuddling to his limbs. Surrounding him in a tight circle with furs and feathers tickling his skin.
He couldn't open his eyes, to not destroy the moment, although, heavens, he truly wished!
To see your hearty face up close. To brush the lower lip coloured with fresh berries and tuck a single strand of hair behind your ear. To see the way pastel robes clung to your skin like a mist, and eyes peeked down at him. But instead, he could only lie quietly and listen to the melody slipping past your lips, curling around his mind like a viper.
A moment has passed, and the deep slumber began to coo his senses. He tried to fight it, longing to stay in your embrace a little longer. To remember the melody of your voice and the pattern of fingertips massaging his temples. The flowery, honeyed fragrance clinging to your skin and filling every corner of his body, taking away his privilege to smell anything else for the next few days.
Before the darkness blanketed his mind and breath became shallower, he could hear the last whispers of your voice:
"Go to sleep, my God. Allow me to accompany you for a while."
When he woke up, you were no longer there. Just a withered grass bending under his body and the warmth of the setting sun bathing his hair in red hues.
No sign of you or animals, and the God, once again, felt devastated. As if deprived of something he should hold onto with all his strength. He was a divine being, after all, and yet your misty figure slipped between his fingers like flowing water.
But his mind recalled those few words. Allow me to accompany you.
And thus, Sukuna decided to take this wish too faithfully.
⛥ ⛥ ⛥
"Stop going out there alone," your mother has sighed, looking at your figure swirling around the wooden hut. "It's dangerous, the Gods are unpredictable–"
Your head shook, lifting the little willow-wined basket used for gathering flowers. "I am a Goddess, mother," you chirped in with a giggle, before glancing at the woman's creased forehead. "And you are too. There's simply no need to fear anything. Besides, we're safe in the spring domain."
Liar.
You didn't tell her about the God of Death crossing the border between the Underworld and mortals much more often than he should. Than he used to. With his gloomy aura beaming off the woods, although he thought that you didn't notice it. Crimson eyes followed you every single day for the past few weeks, and whenever he appeared, one side of your domain suddenly went quiet. Withered, under his death-bringing feet and the silent atmosphere he spread around himself.
And as a Goddess of Spring, you knew of everything happening on your land.
At the beginning, you thought it was rather funny. To see the animals and flowers frightened by his sole presence. You didn't give it much thought, as various Gods had strolled through the plains of your earth and chit-chatted whenever they spotted your figure hunched over the flowers.
But Lord of the Underworld wasn't the talkative type, nor did he engage in any closer relations. In fact, you didn't know much about him aside from what you'd managed to notice over the past weeks.
And you've noticed a lot. His body was built like a mountain, with a heaviness that couldn't be put into words. Two pairs of crimson eyes, lidded like sweet almonds and framed by rather long lashes. Pinkish hair reminding you of blushed peonies, and you wondered whether it would feel equally soft under your touch. Four muscular arms carried the little birdies up their trees when he thought you didn't see, and black stripes curled around his body – like deathly mist, tattooed all over his chest, back, and cheeks, as the God of the Dead didn't mind relaxing his beastly, naked body in the nearby rivers.
The water spilt over the grassy edge, and four arms rested on drenched earth. Crystal water looped his body shyly, smooching the sun-kissed skin with cold kisses. He couldn't see your hazy figure lurking in the bushes.
Your eyes glimmering like two fresh peaches and lips curling in a sly smile, upon seeing muscles upon muscles bending on the God's back. Slick and bulging, stripped of the heavy, dark robes he usually wore and enjoying the kisses of the Mediterranean sun.
Sometimes a nymph would notice him bathing at the river and coo shyly at the handsome but rather intimidating God. You've always observed those interactions from the tree, lurking curiously, with birds perched on your shoulders. All the encounters always ended in a rather pathetic failure, with the Lord of the Underworld ignoring the sweet chirps of little nymphs and their promises to warm his cold body.
All of them flew quickly upon seeing a grave grimace twisting the God's face, and all four palms curling into fists.
"Always so, so angry," you murmured to the red bird sitting on your finger, as it nodded its little head.
And so you didn't tell your mother about these few encounters, for there was no need to worry her. She kept you away from the Olympian Gods as long as she could, yet couldn't stop you from becoming a Goddess too. Truly unfortunate, if she had to admit it, as she had tried for a whole life to keep you well hidden in the far, far corner of Mount Olympus, in your own little spring domain.
"Just be careful," your mother whispered, pushing back a few loose strands of your hair. A small basket hung on your back, and robes clung to your skin. "You know how Gods can be…"
You knew. For you heard of Apollo and Daphne. Of Medusa and a curse sent upon her for being a maiden far too beautiful. About Zeus and Callisto, and more, more Goddesses, who suffered a terrible fate from the hands of Gods themselves.
You understood your mother's worry. Why she tried to tie you up to this little hut hidden in the woods of Olympus. Why she was the Goddess of Agriculture and tried so, so hard to keep her dear spring flower hidden from the prying eyes.
And yet, the serpent flow of destiny was truly twisted and unpredictable. Bending under the Moirai's deathly whispers, with a thin thread slipping between their bony fingers like a river of silk.
As many Goddesses before you, you too were soon to learn that playing with Gods – particularly those who seemed to take a special fondness for you – was a treacherous path. That approaching them cheekily, taking pleasure in keeping them in your arms and cooing like a wounded animal, was simply foolish. Mad, in every deep sense of the word, as out of the many Gods in this world, you particularly should not play like a fox with the Lord of the Underworld himself.
So, on the same day, as golden rays dribbled down your figure hunched over flowers, hands picking the season's most beautiful blooms, the earth suddenly burst open. With a raw, brutal rumble, unleashing chaos across the peaceful meadow. Birds rose from the lush branches, and all the forest animals that were cuddling near your body ran off.
The heavy dust had covered your eyes, smooching flimsy dress and delicate petals that bent under the heavy, little droplets of curled earth.
The obsidian chariot harnessed with three black horses appeared right in front of your eyes. Tall and eerie, still carrying the coldness of the Underworld and a man whose crimson eyes stared down at your figure.
No words could slip past your lips as one muscular arm lifted you up and easily flipped you over the shoulder. Locking you in place with the sheer strength of one hand, until your head hung down the man's back.
"Wait!" Rolled in a scream as the world in front of your eyes started to spin.
A voice you hadn't heard yet punched you like a bucket of cold water. "Don't be afraid, my Goddess," Sukuna said, before whistling to his horses. "You'll soon be able to run through the meadows of the Underworld."
It tasted raw, heavy, so, so low, licking your ears with flamed tongues. A voice truly worthy of the God of the Dead himself.
Before you knew it, the earth had swallowed the chariot once again. The rumbling tore through your spring domain, causing vast fields of flowers to vanish as if slowly devoured by the sky. The horses sped downward, pulling the chariot deeper into the earth, until only a faint glimpse of the familiar sun remained – a warmth you wouldn't see again for the next few months.
The darkness engulfed you, wrapping your skin with icy, deadly touches. It felt as though the three sisters had already severed your thread of fate, sending you to the Underworld sooner than anticipated and plunging you into the claws of the beast you inadvertently unleashed.
"My God," you mumbled, trying to wriggle under his heavy arm. "Where are you taking me?"
Sukuna chuckled lowly, his whole body trembling with a laugh that made your spine tingle. "To home, my dearest Queen."
Deathly whispers curled around your body with curiosity, as if the air in the Underworld had tasted such a sweet life for the first time. Dark clouds filled the sky, and the chariot plunged even lower. Soon, a vast, grimy land spread beneath you, with a thick river curling around the dark soil.
You have never seen the Underworld and have never shown any interest in it. Yet, from that point, with the obsidian chariot soaring high in the sky, it looked mesmerising. Almost magical, with deep, dark forests and withered meadows stretching across the land, lit only by the pale blue light of the moon and little gleaming shadows wandering aimlessly across the plains.
It wasn't difficult to spot Hades's temple. Or maybe you should say a castle.
Sitting quietly on the cliff, with Styx's calm waters flowing beneath its heavy walls. It towered over the whole domain, glimmering in blue light under the moonlight's kisses, and something in your breath has hitched upon seeing an enormous garden filled with withered trees looming over the dead flowers.
The air was biting cold, and yet the closer you were to the temple, the warmer it seemed to smooch your skin. It didn't carry the familiar flowery fragrance, but rather a heavy, woody scent, as if something alive still lingered in the bleak land filled with agony and doom.
When the chariot came to a halt on the dark grass, Sukuna set you down gently. With one strong arm still stalling on your back, as if afraid the moment your feet touched the earth, you would try to escape.
But there was no chance for it, as the Underworld was a trickery and a dangerous place.
"From now on, this is your home. My Queen," his crimson eyes never left your face, even when the hand showed towards the temple looming deathly.
You moved a step away, trying to slip from between the heavy fingers brushing your waist. "It is not my home, and I will not be your Queen. Now take me back to my domain."
Looking up was a mistake, for the gravity of his gaze almost pulled you down to earth. Four eyes stared down at your fuming face before one hand lifted and fingers traced the softness of your warm cheeks. "I cannot do it, my Goddess. That's what I decided, and that's what the Gods accepted."
"The Gods?"
His big thumb brushed your lower lip, and you smacked his hand away. A low chuckle slipped through before he pushed you towards the temple. "Zeus agreed, and that's all that matters. Neither you nor even your mother has any say in it."
You tried to move away again, but his strong arm only pulled you closer to his massive body. Twice your height, with four arms ready to manhandle you like a beast – you knew standing up to him would be foolish. And yet, you tried.
But he didn't mind, as you weighed less than a feather and lifting you was not a sweat for a God of his calibre. Your body once again rolled like a sack over his shoulder, but this time you tried to fight. With nails dragging down his back and teeth digging into the muscles bulging under his robes.
For you, it was a matter of life and death.
For him? A flimsy, sweet teasing from his dearest Goddess, who was yet to accept her fate.
Oh, his heart swelled with the purest joy at the sight of your misty figure wrapped in his arms after weeks of yearning. It didn't matter whether you wanted to stay here or not – Sukuna aimed to use every possible means to soothe your mind and pamper you like his precious wife.
"You ignorant brute, a beast, freak!" Rolled furiously, as you once again left the bloody, tooth marks on his back. "You cannot do it!"
Another throaty chuckle escaped from his side, with his arm cuddling around your waist with fondness. "I can, my Goddess. That's how love works."
"And what can you possibly know about love, my God?"
Sukuna didn't know much, but his greedy desire to always keep you in his sight and worship you as if you were the only Goddess in the pantheon must have been close to what love felt like. To get drunk on your laugh and the plush skin of your body every single evening, as if his whole world twisted around nothing but you. To hear your chipper run with stale wind through his decaying land and once again feel your fingers brush through his hair.
The God of the Dead, the elder of the mightiest brothers, harbinger of death, wished for nothing but to taste the nectar of your love.
But with a frown you looked at him, your teeth digging deeper into his skin – for now, it seemed rather fruitless.
He entered the temple and moved towards the massive stairway curling to the heavens themselves. Your furious shouts could be heard throughout the whole land, but it seemed that neither he nor the servant who suddenly appeared seemed to mind.
"Uraume, prepare a bath for the Queen," Sukuna said, glimpsing quickly towards the woman. Her white, short hair curled around her slim face, and deep eyes blinked in amusement at your sorry state.
"My Lord, I don't think the Queen likes this position," she muttered, sending you a pleading look.
Sukuna scoffed, correcting your body on his shoulder. "The Queen acts like a brat, so she will be treated like one"
Uraume nodded before going down the stairs and disappearing somewhere in the deep chambers of the temple.
Thus, it was the two of you again, and Sukuna moved slowly through the dark corridors, with blue flames licking your writhing body. He didn't mind the shouts, the nails scarring his back through the dusky robes till crimson droplets formed under the material and bites that your teeth have left on his shoulders.
In fact, the God of the Dead took a bizarre pleasure in feeling your flaming touch on his skin. Something in his chest swelled whenever your lips travelled to his neck, and it didn't really matter that they left the bloody bites and not the nectar kisses he yearned for.
At some point, you've finally entered the big chamber. The weird warmness crept through the tall windows, bending in heavy, marble arches. Vast plains of the Underworld rolled like waves on the horizon, and you stopped scratching Sukuna's back when the full land came in view.
Beautiful, endless, mesmerising, so different from what you grew up with. With only a pale, blue moon constantly shining upon the lost souls and deep, agonising cries coming from the Tartarus.
Sukuna finally put you down. "That's our chamber," rolled almost proudly, and you looked around the bedroom.
Dark, draped in misty veils, with a huge bed covered with crimson sheets and a baldachin moving together with gentle swooshes of wind. Warm flames have lit the place, with torches and long waxed candles glimmering shyly around the whole chamber.
Just behind the crimson curtain, you've heard the dripping of water and Uraume's hushed voice. So that must've been the bath.
"I will not be sleeping with you in one bed, my God," you barked, but Sukuna seemed not to care at all.
He pushed you towards the balcony, with a heavy hand placed on your lower back. "That's the garden. I made it for you," your chest squeezed. For you. "You can do anything you want with it, of course."
"It's impossible to grow life within your domain," slipped harshly, before your eyes looked up. Crimson moons stared down at you. All the time. "So you kidnapped me to grow you a garden?"
His sharp jaw tightened. "I did it for your own good," he muttered, hand lifting to brush away your hair. "For our good. I want you to be the Queen of the Underworld. My wife," fat thumb kissed you fuming cheek. "My Goddess."
And as much as you wished to stay angry, it felt impossible to hide the special fondness rising in your chest. A mix of hate and curiosity, as it was difficult to imagine why the Lord of the Underworld himself was such a desperate beast to lock you in his clutches.
Your eyes went back to the garden, taking in the withered earth and flowers bending in death.
But then you've noticed something – a tree. Dark, yet looking rather alive, blooming with red, round fruits that looked as if ready to burst.
Pomegranate.
And you, as the Goddess of Spring, knew why it seemed to be the only fruit growing deep within this deathly domain.
Sukuna followed your lidded eyes before a low hum filled the air. "You'll eat it at some point," seeing a sudden shock bathing your face and a slow shake of your head, he added. "Even if I have to force you."
Soon, you would discover that there were many, many other things the God of Death would force upon you, just to keep you within his touch.
And as surprising as it seemed, eating the pomegranate seeds to bind you eternally to the Underworld would be the last.
You didn't say anything, looking at the pomegranate tree with a grim expression ripping your lips. A Spring Goddess you were, and yet the single look of this rich fruit made you want to burn it right here and there.
"My Lord, my Queen, the bath was prepared," Uraume slipped in politely, before once again disappearing into the darkness.
Sukuna came inside, and you followed, passing under his heavy arm as he lifted the curtains between the chamber and bath.
Multiple candles licked dark walls, and the steam curled in the air. The big, marble pool filled with hot water called your name like a madman, and you were ready to tear your dress in half just to dip inside. The air in the Underworld was much, much colder than up in your domain, and after the eventful day, you truly wished for nothing but a simple bath.
And yet, even this was to be wrecked by Sukuna's four hands slipping the misty robes of your shoulders. Your trembling finger caught the dress in front of your chest before it could fall.
"My God, may I know what you are doing?" There was no trace of madness in your tone, only simple weariness and irritation.
His lips curled in a smirk, and if not for both hands gripping your dress, you would surely smack his cheek. You would try at least, as bending your head back to meet his gaze was already difficult enough.
His dark robes hit the floor before you've noticed it, exposing you to the view that – rather unfortunately – made your thighs clench. Massive thighs bulged under muscles, and it seemed clear that he could snap your neck with a single clamp.
But it wasn't the thighs that hit your cheeks with a maddened fever. No, rather two, fat cocks, with shafts so heavy they barely stood straight. Droplets of sticky pearls curled around two pulsing heads, sticking like a net to his pubes. The smooth, reddened skin glimmered under the dimmed flames, and your breath hitched while taking in the inhumane size.
And then your eyes followed up to his belly, mouth grinning mischievously, torso wide as mountains and four arms, just waiting to grab your flimsy body.
Sukuna was… terrifying. Alluring, feral, obscene, but oh so beautiful. With a body worthy of a God and an almost tyrannical aura that clung to him like a second skin. The mortals have feared him, Gods always tried to keep the relations as polite as possible, and yet you somehow found a wisp of fondness coiling in his gaze.
"I'm planning to bathe with my Queen, of course," Sukuna murmured, tilting his head with a cheeky grin. Four crimson eyes burned your skin, and you've never, ever felt as small and helpless as now. "Let me help you with it." Fingers tugged on your dress, trying to slip it down.
You took a step back, gripping the robe even tighter. "My God, I'm fine. But please enlighten me why we should take a bath together?"
He, however, was relentless, and it took a single, harsher tug to let your robes fall down the marble floor. A gasp slipped past your lips as you tried to cover yourself with pathetic moves.
Sukuna lifted your body with a single arm, and soon both of you sat on the little bench carved in a pool.
He took a deep, deep sigh, leaning against the edge. Two muscular arms kept you in place, with your back plastered to his chest and ass brushing against the massive cocks, while the other two started to soap you up.
A shiver ran down your spine, feeling big, yet soft hands smooching your skin in gentle circles. Slowly, tenderly, massaging your shoulders and back, going down, and down, to the swell of your wet breasts.
A quiet, shy moan escaped your feverish cheeks when his thumbs brushed the perked nipples. You wriggled under his touch, as if fighting against itself to give into the warmness beaming from his body and heavy fingers washing your tired skin.
Your hips jerked again when he pinched your nipples, sending a sudden, electrifying wave down your spine.
"My Queen, try to keep yourself in place," he said with a low voice, and only then did you notice that your ass had been bumping against his cocks for this whole time.
You didn't look back, as if in fear that even a single glance could pique Sukuna's curiosity and test the dangerous waters of your patience. "Is it necessary, my God? I can wash myself."
Two hands gripped your hips, quickly turning you towards him.
Your hands rested on his shoulders as he sat you right on his muscular thighs. The water spilt over the pool's marble edge, and crimson eyes stayed fixed on your face. On your slightly parted lips and hair sticking to your cheeks.
His upper arms slipped up to your waist, while the lower ones started to massage your thighs. In slow, gentle circles, dangerously close to the naked pussy that bounced against the fatness of his shafts.
He played a dangerous, oh so dangerous game, but took a maddened satisfaction in observing the changing looks on your face. Anger mixed with delight, as if you wanted to hit him and nuzzle into his touch at the same time.
"What's wrong, my Queen?" he muttered, soaping up your waist. "Why would you wash yourself alone if your husband is here?"
At this point, both of you knew that the bath was a mere, foolish excuse for the Lord of the Underworld to finally enjoy the sight of your naked body. To take a pleasure in feeling your naked skin against his and test his own patience, feeling the warmth of your cunt brushing against his cocks.
His moves were deprived of any sexual manner, and yet your insides burned with the most wicked flame. Your drenched fold were bumping against his cocks, yes, and the fat shaft brushed against your clit, maybe, but even then, he didn't try to push you.
To force himself on you, as if waiting for your consent.
As if he wished you craved him as much as he did you.
But even then, every few seconds, he would move closer. His fingers would brush your trembling nipples, hips move beneath yours, and he would always take in your muffled moans with a sly smile.
"You're not m-my husband," rolled embarrassingly weak, and Sukuna hummed, brushing your lower lip with his thumb.
"Not yet. I'll give you time to make yourself at home," thick digit slipped inside your mouth, and you quickly bite it. Hard, feeling his bones crack under your teeth, although he only smiled. Like a man possessed. "As I was saying, I'll give you a month–"
"And what then?" you mumbled, with lips still curled around his thumb. "What if you won't tame me after a month?"
Pink strands of hair stuck to his wet forehead, and you needed to dig your nails into his chest, not to lift the fingers and brush them away. Four crimson eyes – two big, lidded in slyness and two smaller, curved like a moon – drank in the sight of a sweet little Goddess squirming on his massive body.
"Then I'll force you to love me," spilled calmly, without hesitation. And maddening yearning in his eyes told you that he was ready to do it. That his understanding of love was far from the sweetness and kindness you've known of.
His fingers travelled up, through the breasts, collarbones, and neck, till the second hand joined your face. He cupped your cheeks gently yet lined with restrained violence.
Possessiveness, madness, that filled his flamed eyes.
"Don't test my patience, my Goddess," he murmured softly, pulling your face closer. His lips nearly brushed against yours, and a wave of warmth washed over your body. "Let me love you in my own way, and I promise to make you happy. Within my domain, you can be as free as you desire."
It was difficult not to have your heart flutter upon hearing those words.
He knew how crazy your mother was about you. That you spent most of your life chained to her leg, never leaving the spring domain, never feeling the winds of freedom.
That's why his promise sounded so exhilarating. Wild, absolutely insane, and yet letting you let out a deep sigh. Because finally, after so many years, you were alone.
Without your mother, without the prying eyes of Gods, without the same meadows caging around you like a prison.
Only with a much, much bigger, heavier, and mind-spilling problem, of a God of the Dead who seemed to take a special, wicked interest in you.
Your hands, still trembling on his chest, pushed yourself away. Hips slipped from his cocks, but not before giving two, feverish heads one last brush. As if you wanted to push him over the edge.
He groaned and squinted his eyes. "Where are you going, my Goddess? We're not done yet."
Four hands shoot towards you, fingers trying to catch your slippery body. It curled at the end of his fingertips, teasing him mischievously with full breasts dripping with crystal droplets and soft skin glimmering under the gentle flame of candles.
His cocks moved, eyes tried to take the wholeness of your divine beauty, and yet, after weeks of watching you every single day, he still couldn't believe that a woman of your sort truly walked this earth.
"I am done with you…" your eyes curved cheekily as you slowly moved back. "My God. I agree to a monthly trial–"
"It's not a trial, you'll be staying here forever."
Your back hit the pool's edge, but Sukuna didn't move. Instead, he observed you. Like a predator, preparing for a deadly attack.
"As I said, I do agree. But if you won't manage to persuade me to stay," slipped in a whisper, and you smiled even wider, seeing a furrow creasing his forehead. "I will simply kill myself. Just like Daphne did."
His heart nearly stopped, crimson eyes bloodshot. Before you could escape the pool, two arms yanked you back, pressing your chest against his. He lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Finger gently squeezed your face with a slight pinch, until salty fog blurred your sight.
"My God–" you barely muffled.
"Don't ever," he growled, gripping your cheeks harsher. "Ever say that in front of me again. I will break your legs if I have to. I will tie you up to bed if you force me to," something warm spilt from his belly, and just then, you remembered about his mouth. Heavy tongue took a long, fat drag of your wet cunt, and you cried within his brutal embrace. "You are mine. Every dream of yours, every part of your body, every single laugh, all of it belongs to me."
His grip on your cheeks was too strong to let you shake your head, but light enough to allow another moan to spill from your throat. In sweetness and pain, feeling the teeth of his belly mouth pinch your clit.
"My God–"
"Do you understand me?"
"I-I–ahh," a cry filled the foggy bath, feeling his tongue slurp on your wetness. It felt heavy, girthy, tasting you with a maddened pleasure as if feasting on the honeyed juices dripping down the water.
"Do you understand?" he gritted through his teeth, loosening up his grip on your cheeks. "I don't like to repeat myself."
With another sweet mewl, your head lulled to one side in a nod, and he finally released you from his clutches. You stood right in front of him – wet, trembling, with slippery thighs and cunt already missing the swirling of his tongue on your clit.
His thumb followed down to his belly, gathering traces of your cum. A second later, thick digit found its way to your lips, pushing the stickiness right onto your tongue.
It tasted sweet, almost milky-like, clinging to the muscle like a spider's web while his thumb smeared it all over your insides.
"Tastes delicious, hm? That's what you're keeping away from me," Sukuna groaned, drinking in the sight of your teary face. "I am not a patient man, my Goddess, but my heart belongs to you, and I wish to treat you the best I can," he lifted up your face, creaming your cheeks with the rest of the cum. "But I do warn you, dearest. When the month passes, I won't be holding myself anymore. So you'd better accept this fate and just let me love you."
You didn't nod, didn't even blink. Just observed his devilishly handsome face with teary, wrecked eyes beaming with fury.
You tried to snap back, but his thumb pushed harder on your tongue. "Uraume," he called, looking somewhere over your shoulder. "Take the Queen back to our chamber. I think she's a bit tired."
Light, white robes curled around your shoulder, before Uraume gently pulled you away from Sukuna's clutches. "My Queen, allow me to–"
You shook off her hand, wiping the rest of your cum from your cheek. "Thank you, I know how to tuck myself to sleep."
And so you left your future husband alone, with rage and ecstasy still mixing beneath your chest.
⛥ ⛥ ⛥
The next few weeks passed with silence and tension binding the Goddess of Spring and the God of the Dead like a thin thread of fate. Only the three sisters were able to cut it swiftly and release you from the torment, and yet no one ever came to save the poor petal.
The first few days you spent mostly in the garden, lying under the pomegranate tree and observing the darkness blanketing the sky. The withered plains of the Underworld have never been touched by sunlight, and the lack of it started to bother you too.
There was no way to tell day from night, as the air was always slightly cold and the sky never turned any colour other than dark blue. Sometimes a sudden fog has risen over the horizon, curling above the parched trees.
The agonising screams from Tartarus could be heard over from your balcony, although after complaining to Sukuna about your lack of sleep, they somehow quieted down. You didn't pry into his methods, nor did you need to exactly know how he accomplished it.
It was difficult to grow anything in the garden, and after days of trying, you finally gave up. Well, not entirely, for you spent more and more days trying to think of a plant that would not need sun nor much water to bloom and if Sukuna could let you out even for a few days, surely you could find something.
He, however, was fully relentless at your begging as there was nothing binding you to the Underworld. Yet.
Fresh pomegranates whispered sweet sins to your ears as you looked at the round fruits bursting with crimson seeds. You wondered what they tasted like. How pristine their juices were.
Sometimes your finger would trace their hard skin with delicacy and quickly pull away, feeling Sukuna's heavy gaze drilling the hole in the back of your skull.
He seemed to always have you in his sight. It didn't really matter whether you strolled around the garden or went deeper into his domain – he was always there. Somewhere, lurking at your misty figure, the only colourful thing in his vast world, even if you didn't see him.
For the first few days, you didn't talk at all. And he was oh so angry with your nasty mood swings, even though it seemed he truly tried to be on his best behaviour.
For a while, you even refused to sleep in the same bed. He would wake up in the middle of the night only to find you cuddled into Cerberus's massive, soft body, snoring like a little baby and nuzzled under his heavy neck.
The beastly dog quickly became your favourite creature in the whole domain, and Sukuna couldn't count the times when you strolled with it through the dark plains and meadows, giggling sweetly whenever it rolled in withered grass.
It seemed the beast was particularly fond of and protective of you, so that even the God of Death himself could not approach you without the beast's shiny, sharp teeth growling his way. Crimson eyes observed him carefully, as if ready to rip his heart out if his lone finger brushed your silky skin.
And whenever Sukuna reminded you that Cerberus also had his role in the Underworld, the loveliest pout would twist your lips, and a dog's low growl would slash through the air.
And because Sukuna was softhearted only for you, he didn't have another choice but to allow you to adopt Cerberus as your own, exclusive pet.
But he absolutely couldn't stand waking up to the coldness wrapping around his body, and thus, for the first few days, in the middle of the night, he would travel all the way to Cerberus's cave only to take his Goddess back.
"Where is she?" the God would growl, with all four arms folded on his chest and eyes lidded with sleep. "Give her back, she'll come back to you in the morning anyway."
And the dog would usually ignore him, with three massive heads pretending to be plagued by a heavy slumber. Sukuna would sigh and slip a soft plea, trying to resonate with a beast he raised himself.
Three pairs of bloodshot eyes would glare at him deathly, but after a few quite embarrassing and yet desperate pleadings, the dog would lift his head up, only to reveal your peacefully slipping body. Curled against his fluffy neck, with fingers gripping the soft fur and shallow, peaceful breaths coming from your parted drooling lips.
Sukuna would lift you up with utmost care and bring you back to your chamber, wrapping himself around your body with all six limbs.
When the "morning" came, he was always the first one to slip from the bed. But not before getting himself untangled from your body. Lying serenely on his broad chest, with a drool pooling right above his heart and soft strands of your hair tickling his chin.
It was his most favourite sight during that month, and the only chance to see your face without a pout or crease forming on your lovely forehead. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't get close to you as much as he wished to.
But at least, after the few weeks of constantly going back and forth between your chamber and Cerberus's cave, you finally stopped escaping from his clutches and slept in his embrace for a whole night.
Moreover, during those weeks spent in each other's presence, you seemed to enjoy nothing more than pissing the God of the Dead off.
During one eventful night that both he and Uraume would recall in the future with a painful headache, you sat quietly at the long table. The wooden furniture bent under the heavy supper, with meats, fruits and vegetables prepared in feast portions.
Sukuna loved to see your cheeks stuffed full, and sometimes you would even joke that he tried to fatten you up only to eat you for dessert. He chuckled lowly, every time answering that if only you spread those thighs nicely, my Goddess, I would gladly eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
An embarrassed, nasty slip from your lips, as you tried to ignore the warmth blooming in your lower belly.
One evening, however, Uraume interrupted your supper with a heavy panting and trembling gaze.
"My Lord, my Queen," she said, taking a few deep breaths. "Forgive me for the intrusion, but something deeply concerning has occurred."
"What is it?" Sukuna mumbled, not even looking her way. Instead, he poured you another cup of wine, while you tried to hide your flushed cheeks behind a curtain of hair.
Oh, you were so, so fucked.
"All the souls lingering on the river's banks have entered the Underworld."
Sukuna suddenly stopped and put the jug of wine back on the table with a loud thud. "What?!"
Both you and Uraume shrugged.
"Charon took them all," she said, glimpsing your way.
You, however, looked down at your plate, as if trying to completely erase yourself from this conversation.
"All of them were buried with a coin? How is it possible?" Sukuna growled.
Uraume took a deep sigh, with deep, sorry eyes still lingering on your hunched figure. "He said that…" She hesitated, biting down on her lower lip. "The Queen ordered to let them in."
Fuck.
The air suddenly stilled, and a moment passed before Sukuna's crimson, angry eyes looked your way. But it's not like you could see the rage blazing in his gaze, as you still carefully observed the fresh fig lying on your plate.
The fact that he somehow got delivered all your favourite, fresh fruits down to the Underworld was truly–
"Do you want to tell me something, my Queen?" he asked with utmost politeness, although you sensed the displeasure bubbling in his throat.
"No, not really," you murmured, playing with a juicy fruit.
He took a deep sigh, curling all four of his hands into fists. A soft vein popped on his forehead as he truly, really tried to keep himself calm.
"I will ask you again," slipped softly, before his two hands pulled your chair closer to him. Your thighs brushed against each other, and his fingers lifted your chin up. Till you were forced to meet his heavy, bloody gaze. "Is there anything you wish to tell me?
Oh, lying to him like that was much, much harder.
"Listen," you started, and he already sighed. "I don't see any problem with it. Why would you keep them there if Charon can just take them all to the Underworld? Isn't that the whole point of your domain?"
His fingers tightened on your chin because, dear-fucking-heavens, he really struggled to hold it together. Four bloodshot eyes looked down at your pouty lips and doe eyes, as if your pure loveliness could melt his anger.
Well, it usually could.
"They cannot enter Hades if they do not get buried with a coin. That's the rule all of them must obey," rolled harshly, and your pout became even sweeter. Fuck. "How did you even force Charon to do it? This old man is stubborn as hell."
You nestled into his palm, attempting to ease his heart with a gentle, pleading look. "It turns out most of the creatures here are quite afraid of Cerberus," you giggled, even though Sukuna was clearly unhappy. "Um, and they’re also afraid of you. The threat of reporting to the Lord of the Underworld himself tends to work quite effectively."
Sukuna pulled away with a heavy groan and started massaging his temples. One side of him was rather happy that, after weeks of fighting, you decided to use both your title and him to get what you wanted. But the other wanted to curl his fingers around your neck and snap it clean, for the mess you have caused with your need to piss him off.
He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. "Why did you do it?"
"They looked sad."
His crimson gaze once again snapped to your face. "Sad? The souls?"
You nodded. "Well, all of them wanted to enter Hades so–"
"My Goddess, you can't do such a thing!" Uraume cried, looking out the tall window as if all those souls were travelling up Hades' temple.
"Why? I thought I was the Queen of the Underworld." A cheeky smile curved your lips, and Sukuna almost lost it. "I can do whatever I want. Your own words, my God."
Well, he did tell you that from now on, this domain was under both his and your control, but his mind ran far too short to predict that you, in fact, wouldn't know the most basic rules of this land.
And thus, he could only swallow his rage and look back at Uraume. "Catch them all and bring them back to the shore. Also, tell Charon that from now on he's forbidden from listening to the Queen's orders."
You scoffed, crossing arms on your chest. "I'm just going to set Cerberus on him."
"Right," Sukuna growled, sending you a short, angry look. "And also chain the dog to his cave. This beast has forgotten who his real master is."
You could forgive him mistreating the poor souls and Charon, but a line had to be drawn regarding your beloved dog.
Your fingers grabbed his forearm, eyes bulging in worry. "Wait! Leave Cerberus out of this," Sukuna looked at your nails digging into his skin and a jittery gaze. "I'm sorry, okay? Just…" There was a thread linking you both – dangerously thin, leading to an emotion your relationship hasn't yet discovered. Forgiveness. "Please don't hurt him. It's my fault. Cerberus listens to everything I say, he's just a silly dog. So let him be. If there's someone who should be punished, it's me."
Sukuna didn't say anything for a while, staring at your pleading eyes with a furrowed brow. A storm of feelings coiled in his head, and you noticed his gaze soften slightly. He often acted like a brute, of course, but you believed that somewhere, deep, deep beneath his chest, there was still a man who placed the little birds that had fallen from the trees back in their nests.
"Fine," he finally muttered and oh, how shocked he was when you chuckled and wrapped yourself around his neck. For a moment, he sat frozen in place, but soon all four arms curled around you, as he inhaled the sweetness coating your skin.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Uraume looked away to hide a little smile tugging on her lips, as it was a long, long time since she had seen the God of the Dead blushing like a virgin nymph.
Sukuna coughed, sending her a deadly gaze. "But I still believe that you and Cerberus could use some time away from each other. I'm tired of raising two brats at the same time," he mumbled, and you giggled into his neck.
"Well, my God, try to suggest it to him, and we'll see what happens," you pulled away, with hands still wrapped around his neck. "I'm afraid your beast found himself a new owner."
And so, since that evening, a little, hopeful grain started to bloom in Sukuna's heart.
As it seemed that his lovely Goddess had finally begun to warm to him. During the evening baths, you chirped into his ear like a fair birdie, sometimes even washing his muscular back and massaging his always-creased forehead.
At night, your body instinctively nuzzled into his. Legs wrapped around him tightly, hands curled around his arms, and a slightly wet cheek left a small puddle of saliva on his chest. He always beamed with warmth, and you, like a cat, used his body as a heater.
During the shared breakfast, you kept talking while he fed you the sweetest, juiciest fruits. What's more, your roles would shift, with your fingers occasionally placing a piece of orange onto his lips – sometimes upper, sometimes lower.
Whenever you stole a few apples for Cerberus, as he's tired of eating raw meat, he would only scoff and wave his hand. The beast has been living on meat and water for thousands of years, and yet, a few weeks after your appearance, he suddenly developed a lavish taste for fruits picked only by you.
On some afternoons, when Sukuna would nap under the pomegranate tree, you would creep to his side. Carefully place his head on your thighs and hum a lovely melody, just like you did back then in a forest. He would always try to stay as still as possible, just to prolong those precious moments – your fingers brushing through his hair and flowery fragrance coating his skin.
One special afternoon, your hum was interrupted by something else.
Something… alive.
The high trilling of crickets, soft chirping of birds and muffled croaks of the frogs, coming from the little pond Sukuna has built up for you.
Your fingers suddenly stopped in their tracks, and the God coughed quietly, wriggling under your touch. Like a dog, begging for more pats.
"How is it possible?" you asked, looking down at his "sleeping" face.
There was a minute of silence before he slowly, carefully opened his eyes and sighed heavily, meeting your solemn gaze. "The animals also need to enter Hades. Just on different rules," His eyes fell on something crawling up your hand. "Look there."
And to your surprise, you've noticed a grasshopper sitting serenely on your skin. It wasn't as lush and green as you remembered it to be, but misty, almost like a cloud, with only his foggy soul still crawling up your arm.
And then you've noticed birds sitting high up on the pomegranate tree, with their little wings looking like a shadow.
Something heavy formed in your throat and heart stirred with affection. "You brought them for me?"
Sukuna hummed, closing his eyes and gently placing your hand back on his head. "You can say that. Most of them were already here. I simply ordered to be bring them to our garden."
Your fingers started working through his hair again – scratching and massaging his head, till the beastly God stretched on your thighs like a cat and nuzzled into the softness of your belly.
You didn't push him away but rather giggled and whispered a sweet thank you. A little smile tugged on Sukuna's lips, and he purred softly my pleasure, Goddess.
And thus, for the first time in your life, you have felt free.
With Underworld's woeful air smooching your cheeks and shadowy animals following you around the withered plains.
You have never felt more alive than in the realm of the dead.
That's why when Sukuna called you into the main hall one day, your heart froze. With dread and fear, upon seeing your furious mother standing right next to him by the altar.
The altar, decorated with your small marble figures and fresh flowers, he ordered to be changed daily since no plant in the Underworld could survive longer than a day.
Your fingers curled in fists, lips fell in line, and somehow, even though you loved her dearly, you simply couldn't take a step closer.
Sukuna stood still, with four arms crossed on his chest and eyes looking carefully at your trembling body. As if he could read all the thoughts coiling beneath your furrowed brows.
"My darling, oh Gods," she sighed, crossing the distance between you two in a few steps. Before you knew it, she pulled you into a hug, although your arms hung loosely by your sides. "I thought I'd lost you forever. Can you believe that I needed to threaten Zeus himself to finally find you?"
She pulled away and grabbed your cheeks, only to meticulously ogle your face. "Oh my, you're so pale! This place did you no good, but at least you're fine. This brute…" she looked over her shoulder, glancing at Sukuna's stony face. "My heart almost stopped upon hearing that he was the one who kidnapped you. Did he touch you? Are you okay? Did he, you know, force you to–"
"Mom," you quickly interrupted her and wriggled yourself out of her embrace. "Why are you here?"
She looked dumbfounded – with warm eyes bulging in shock and lips slightly falling open. When you stepped back, her forehead creased.
"I came to take you back, of course."
A gentle sigh echoed through the vast temple hall as you glanced over her shoulder. Somewhere nearby, a man was attentively listening to you, with a heart pounding loudly in his throat. Filled with fear, anticipation, hope.
Sukuna rarely looked at you with that gaze – filled with love and dread, as if he understood that neither anyone else nor he himself was truly worthy of your heart. He scarcely ever seemed so weak and afraid, as if his mind, soul, heart were fully, completely wrapped around your finger.
And thus now, after so many of his threats, you could make a choice.
To stay here, with him, or go back to your mother.
"Let's go, darling, I'm getting nauseous just from being here," she tried to grab your hand, but, once again, you stepped away.
"I'm not going back," slipped in a whisper. "I can't go back."
She looked shocked, and her lips curved in a nervous smile. "What do you mean, you can't?"
"I'm bound to the Underworld."
Lie.
But oh, how good it felt in your heart, lifting the weight of all the mixed emotions you've buried over the past few days.
"Bound? What do you–" she started, and then, as if suddenly enlightened, gasped. A sharp cry escaped her throat, and her eyes looked back at Sukuna with a frightened, intense gaze. "You! You forced her to eat the seeds!"
Before she could step closer and smack his cheek with an open palm, you grabbed her. "No, mom. I did it myself."
She stopped, turning back your way. With disappointment filling her eyes and trembling lips. "You did what?"
"I love him."
And that, well, that was a confession no one expected. Not you, mother, and particularly not Sukuna. His breath hitched, eyes bulged, and he almost, almost took a step closer.
As his heart, mind, and soul were consumed by a desire to hold you and caress you yearningly until your lips swell from the sweetness of the kiss.
Your mother quickly interrupted, holding your cheeks. "You don't. Don't say it. You don't love him. He's a beast who manipulated your mind, love has no place here. Don't act foolishly, that's not how I raised you."
Your heart shuddered in wretchedness upon her words. As you knew how much she hated all the Gods. How hard she tried to keep this sweet, yet so foreign feeling away from you, as if the little seed growing in your heart was something shameful.
Crystal droplets trickled down your cheeks, wetting her pads. "But I do, mother. And I will stay here, with him. That's my home now."
There was no need to listen to her further. Sliding her trembling hands from your cheeks, you turned and quickly disappeared into the comforting darkness of a temple you used to hate that much.
Her low pleadings filled the main hall, but you could only ignore them. Seeing her again, after a whole month, brought dreadful memories of years spent in her golden cage.
You entered the chamber and sat down on a plush bed. Your hands still slightly wet from nervousness, eyes taking in the cosiness and warmth of the bedroom you shared with… him. Candles licked your skin sweetly, and moon lurked through misty curtains.
Even the usual shrieks coming from Tartarus were mild that evening, allowing you to enjoy the little crickets slipping from the garden.
Cerberus barked somewhere deep within your domain, and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You were on your way to give him his daily dose of apples when your mother suddenly appeared.
You sat on a bed, hunched and frozen, not noticing a massive shadow that swooshed closer. Dark robes appeared in front of your feet, and soon a heavy, musky fragrance followed.
"My Queen," Sukuna started, not quite sure what to say. A silence has fallen – pleasant, warm, homey. He sighed and crouched to meet your gaze. "Are you okay?"
Only then did he notice crystal droplets still dripping down your cheeks. "My Goddess, why are you crying?"
"Don't allow her to take me," slipped in a crying whisper, before a muffled choke followed. His big hands gripped yours, trying to stop the trembling. "Please, let me stay here."
His fingers lifted to gently cup your face. "What are you talking about? Of course, I won't let you go," crimson eyes softened as a large thumb brushed your lower lip. "Have you forgotten my words? You're never leaving my side."
"Never?"
He shook his head. "Never. I will stand against all of Olympus if that's the price of loving you."
Another sharp cry rolled from your lips as you nuzzled into his hand.
He changed your positions, sitting on the bed and letting you climb onto his thighs, only to push your crying face into his neck. Four hands embraced you before he began to cradle you like a baby.
With soft whispers and kisses placed on your forehead.
When the first shock rolled away and the tears finally stopped, you pulled back. With swollen lips and puffy cheeks, that made Sukuna's heart swell with fondness.
His tongue lapped up the last salty droplets before big palms cupped your hips. "You'll stay here, with me," plush lips peppered your cheeks, nose, and the slightly trembling chin. "And you'll let me love and worship you as you deserve," his hands rolled your hips against his, drawing a moan from your throat. "No one will take you away from me. Not now, not ever."
Your arms wrapped around his neck, back bent in a delicate arch. You looked at him with a plea, taking in the divine beauty of his beastly face. "What if Zeus himself comes for me?"
His lips were barely brushing against yours, and a woody, heavy smell of his body tickled your heart. "I'll kill him. My Goddess, you truly underestimate me. I will move heaven and earth to keep you by my side."
And then, with a last longing gaze connecting your starving souls, your lips have finally crashed.
In a slow, gentle, yet raw kiss, with his teeth biting down on your lower lip and throat swallowing all your sugary moans.
All four hands quickly found their way around your body – caressing, holding, gripping the swell of your ass and moving your hips in harsher rolls.
Misty robe hanging on your shoulders slipped down with a gentle tug, and soon his two upper hands lifted to cup your breasts.
The softness of your skin made Sukuna's mind spin, and a craving to sink himself into your warm cunt felt almost maddening. His cocks, still clothed by a dark tunic, brushed against your folds and the sweetest, purest moan rolled right into his lips.
"Feed me, my God," you murmured, pulling away slightly. "Feed me the pomegranate seeds and tie me to the Underworld. To you."
Of course, you lied to your mother.
And Sukuna knew it too. He observed you for a whole day and night, never leaving your giggles out of his sight, and thus he was aware of your little, desperate lie.
What he hoped for, however, was that your confession was sincere.
Tasting the sweetness of your lips, he realised how truly doomed he was – completely entangled with the scent of your skin and the beauty of your eyes. His heart skipped a beat when your fingers pulled his pink hair, causing his hips to buck instinctively, seeking the intense pleasure.
You pushed his chest, forcing his massive body to lie down on the mattress. "Feed me, and I shall let you have a taste too."
Your lips met his cheeks, jaw, and dropped down through the bulging throat and collarbones, while fingers slipped from the dark robes. He wore nothing beneath the long tunic, and soon your lips curled around his nipple, biting it softly with a hum.
Two upper arms swiftly pulled you up to his face, while the lower ones still held your bare hips. "What will you let me taste, my Goddess?"
A cheeky smirk tugged on your lips as you placed your leaking cunt right over his open belly mouth. "Your favourite fruit, my God."
With a loud moan, you lowered down onto its tongue, feeling the heavy muscles giving you a long, nasty lick. A shudder washed over your spine, and Sukuna drank the next cry that escaped your throat.
"You taste even better than I remembered, my Goddess," he groaned, feeling the saccharine droplets coat his lower tongue. Sticking to his teeth and inner cheeks like the sweetest honey. "But I have a much better idea."
And with that, you quickly found yourself facing his massive cocks and hovering over his face. Your puffy, drenched folds hang right above his lips, and he looked at your dripping cunt with a low groan.
"Fuck, my Goddess," two fingers parted your folds, only for a small, sticky droplet to drip down his chin. "You smell so fucking good, lower yourself a bit."
He didn't wait for your answer as two big hands pulled your hips down with a single, strong move. A groan slipped past his lips and went straight to your cunt, sending a wave of trembling pleasure straight to your clit.
"That's right, my sweet fucking Goddess," he mumbled, lips curving under the weight of your hips. "Don't be shy, get yourself comfortable."
"I-I'm not shy," and if not for a heat that slapped your cheeks, he maybe would believe you.
But your body was too honest, too inexperienced to hide the way your hips rolled against his tongue. Another pitched moan filled the foggy air when his tongue slipped inside your tight cunt.
His lower hands landed on your back and slowly, slowly bent you down. Till your wet lips met with two, pulsing heads and breasts hang right over the belly mouth.
Oh, he was right, this position was absolutely killing… both of you.
Because the moment big, beastly lips curled around your nipple, your hips buckled, and a sweet moan tickled both leaking heads.
"Nghhh," bounced sweetly off his veiny shafts. "That's–mhmm, my God, feels so good."
Sukuna chuckled, slurping on your swollen clit and pushing another cry from your chest. "Give them a little lick, my Queen. They've been waiting for you whole fucking month."
With a hazy gaze, you glanced at two fat cocks smooching your cheeks. Wet and massive, with droplets of musky precum oozing down the pulsing skin and a strong fragrance making you even wetter. He smelled so heavy, manly, and the moment you gave the first cock a kitty lick, Sukuna groaned straight into your clit.
Your hand grabbed the other one and started pumping it in slow, gentle moves, with your thumb brushing the reddened head. Belly mouth sucked on your breasts as if waiting for something more creamy to release itself onto his ravaging tongue, and you cried even louder whenever the wet tongue travelled between both of your nipples.
"How is it possible, fuck," Sukuna groaned, scooping a hefty gush of your cum and drinking it straight from your fluttering hole. "That you're so sweet everywhere. My beautiful, divine Goddess. Come on, try to suffocate me with your cunt. Put your whole weight into it."
With your cheek stuffed full of his cock, you pulled away with a nasty pop and looked over your shoulder. "My God, please take a deep breath," you reminded, because Sukuna seemed to be absolutely lost between your drenched thighs.
With a single finger thrusting into your tight hole and an open mouth catching all the dripping sap. His teeth grazed your clit, before a warm tongue kissed the pain away. He slurped like a madman, whispering little obscenities straight into your pussy and kissing her with nasty squelches. Gluey cum stuck to his nose, lips and chin, connecting him with your parted folds.
"I can't, I don't have to, she needs me," he groaned, giving you another heavy lick. With tongue covering the entirety of your cunt and finger pushing through your pulsing walls. "So sweet, my Goddess, you're so fucking delicious."
Oh, there was truly no remedy for him!
And thus you went back to his pulsing, almost bursting shafts. Your puffy lips kissed two heads before sucking on one gently. Fingers squeezed his constricting balls, juggling them softly and giving them a shy lick.
Sukuna trembled under your body, so you did it again, and again, and again, kissing, licking and sucking on his balls, while rolling your hips against his tongue.
"My God, are you okay?" you slipped shyly, although a cheekiness shimmered in your haze.
Sukuna pulled away from your cunt, and took a deep breath. "Don't ask me stupid questions, my Goddess. My patience is already hanging by a thread, so unless you want me to fold in half and fuck that cunt raw, you better shut that pretty mouth of yours."
You giggled, biting gently down on his balls. "I'll take that as a ye–ah!" you moaned, when the second finger slipped into your tight cunt. "My G-God, that's too–"
Too much wanted to roll, but Sukuna soon added the third . "You're so tight, my Goddess. I'm afraid both of them won't fit in," he slurped, feeling the desperate squeezes of your walls and juices trickling down his fingers.
Both?
An unsettling, truly frightening thought has crossed your mind. He could tear you apart with one, and using two seemed to be a completely foolish idea!
When his pads pushed something, slightly swollen and plush, your whole body shuddered. Pleasure washed over your spine, dripping down to curled feet, and a sugary moan wrapped around his leaking cock.
"There it is," Sukuna growled, looking at your raw, soaked pussy trying to mould itself around his fingers. "My Queen, you're doing so well. Squeezing my fingers so tight, I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cocks."
The weird warmth has been coiling in your belly since his lips landed on your clit. But now, with fingers pushing your walls and pads brushing against the plump spot, something warmer, wetter started to plash inside your pouch. Something dangerously pleasurable and ready to burst beneath Sukuna's tongue and his big, stomach mouth sucking sweetly on your tits.
"My G-God, I–" you moaned, when all of his three fingers bent against the sweet spot and lips slurped on your clit. "I'm going to, mhmm, allow me to cum on your cocks, p-please."
And a single teary look over your shoulder, with hair sticking to your wet cheeks and lips fallen open, was enough to make him lose his mind.
"Whatever you wish, my Queen," he said, quickly pulling you away from his mouth.
Your body turned again, and this time you found yourself back on top, with two massive cocks squirming beneath your drooling folds and his lower hands gripping your thighs.
"You want me to…?"
He nodded, gently pulling your hips up, to help his leaking heads kiss your fluttering hole. "Ride me, my Queen. I want to watch you take it up…" his fingers traced the softness of your belly, before pushing on a spot somewhere just beneath your button. "here. Both of them."
Your pussy was ready to burst any second, and you could already feel something else, other than your normal wetness, drip down his cocks. The fog in your mind grew thicker, sweat coolly lined your neck, as you pressed both hands against his chest and leaned on trembling, feeble arms.
Rough thumb from the upper arm slipped between your folds, rolling gently the puffy clit. "Slowly, my Queen, take a deep breath." You did just that, with eyes looking straight into his. Both heads started forcing their way through your tight walls, gathering the slippery juices on the way. "That's it, that's my good girl, deep breaths."
He talked you through it, with thumb rubbing the sweet button and lower hands slowly, slowly, pulling you down his shafts.
A sharp cry rolled past your lips when both heads slipped inside. Pushing into your contracting walls and ripping you open, till the metallic taste of blood pooled somewhere at the back of your throat.
The water plopping inside your belly was filling you full, together with Sukuna's cocks constantly trying to thrust inside. You could feel every vein, every detailed curve of his shafts lick your gummy insides, as he pushed, and pushed, and took in the maddening beauty of your face, utterly lost in pleasure.
Your pussy squelched around his monstrous cocks. Cried sweetly, with a clit slowly getting much harsher rubs, till the swollen button started to tremble.
"My God, w-wait, something's wrong," you cried, trying to pull yourself off.
But Sukuna's lower hands kept you in place, and his hips bucked up, trying to meet yours. "Everything's good, my Queen. Deep breaths, you're doing so well."
"No, you don't get it, I–"
The heat hit your cheeks, walls clamped down half-thrust, and the alarmingly plopping water, finally, finally, spilt.
You came.
Or maybe, gushed.
With his cocks barely inside, a hefty wave rolled through your spine, spraying Sukuna's hands, belly, and chest with your cum. Your body trembled in pleasure, and he used this short moment of distraction to thrust his cocks fully, till your hips finally met his.
It was brutal, mean, absolutely filthy, with his lower mouth drinking your squirt and crimson eyes glimmering with maddening yearning.
Something in his mind snapped when he noticed a big bulge right under your belly button, and within a second, your position changed once again.
And this time, you knew that it was over.
He folded you in half, till your ass peeled off the drenched bed, and pussy glistened under his fiery gaze. All four arms kept you tightly in place, with lower limbs spreading your soaked thighs and upper ones taking something from the bedside table.
Only then have you noticed a crimson, bursting pomegranate, licked by the candle's warm tongues and dripping down Sukuna's forearm. He ripped it in half with a single, gentle move, before drinking the seeds with eyes never leaving yours.
"Deep breath, my Goddess," he said again, before both of his cocks rammed into your needy, stretched hole and lips crushed against yours. "Swallow it," he muttered into your reddened teeth, pushing all the pomegranate seeds straight into your mouth. "My little slutty Queen. Coming on my cocks when I barely thrusted in."
The fruit tasted sweeter than honey itself and mixed with Sukuna's sweet spin. His tongue trailed against yours, before lips moved towards your cheeks, chin, jaw, leaving all over your face a sweet, bloody trace of the fruit.
The power that tied your body, heart and soul to the God who wished for nothing but to love you like a madman and worship every piece of your skin.
His thrusts became more erratic, brutal, with squelches filling the wet, foggy air and his heavy, massive body leaning on your folded legs. His hips met yours with each roll, and whenever he pulled away, a long, sticky strand stretched between his soaked shafts and your sensitive cunt.
"Open up, my Queen," he growled, digging his fingers into your jaw. "Show me how well you swallowed it all."
Your lips fell open, and a string of drool trickled down his fingers. Big thumb pushed on your reddened tongue, and you sucked it sweetly, with eyes crossing in pleasure.
The long, fat tongue of his lower mouth slid out and gave your clit a long, filthy lick, before its lips sucked on it raw. Irritating the sensitive button and slurping on the last droplets of your squirt. Sukuna groaned, feeling your walls clamping around his cocks and pushed harsher, as if trying to fight the merciless squeeze.
"Fuck, my Goddess, let me–ahh–let get to your womb," he groaned, giving you a single, brutal thrust. You cried around his thumb, but he simply shushed you sweetly. "Don't cry, it's alright. Ngh, squeezing me so fucking hard," he leaned over, licking off the salty droplets.
His hips moved with unbelievably violent motion, rocking your bed against the wall and drawing a loud cry from your throat. Two pulsing heads kissed your womb with squelches till it swelled like a juicy peach and bent under his heartless thrusts.
A familiar warmth once again started to pool in your belly. Your arms curled behind Sukuna's neck, pulling him into another, filthy kiss. "My God, I'm g-gonna… soon… mhmm so good, s-so–ahh!"
He chuckled against your lips, but couldn't ignore the lovely tenderness filling your teary eyes. His heart jumped, and lower hands folded you into an even meaner mating press. Till you could barely breathe under his massive body, squeezing you down.
"Say it," he whispered, letting his cocks rip you raw. "Say it again."
Two fat shafts slipped in and out, smooching every little corner of your tired, swollen cunt. The pleasure filled you from head to toe, overflowing your body in electrifying strokes.
You knew what he wanted to hear. But his thrusts made a mushy mess out of your mind and eyes rolled back each time his hand pushed the bulge forming under your belly. Not even pregnancy could get you that bloated.
When your head lulled to the side, his fingers dug into your cheeks again, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Say it, my Goddess," he said, licking the last red traces of pomegranate juice from the corner of your lips. "I beg you."
"I love you," slipped like a dream. "I–I, mhmm, I love you. My God, I–"
His lips joined yours in a yearning, maddened kiss. "Fuck, my sweet Goddess. I love you so much, so fucking–fuck."
The warmth in your belly spilt again, and watery cum flooded his abdomen. The belly mouth sucked itself onto your clit, drinking each and every bead of your sweet nectar.
A second later, his hips finally stilled. Pulsing heads nuzzled into your womb, filling it with heavy, gluey cum. He pumped you full, with maddened pleasure creasing his forehead and knees digging into the mattress. Everything, just to get as close to you as possible.
His hefty cum filled your belly before bursting outside and buttering your folds.
"My God, at this point, mhmm, you'll knock me up," a sweet, tired giggle slipped past your lips, feeling his seed overflowing your poor womb. "Although I truly wouldn't mind."
He sighed, nuzzling warmly into the crook of your neck. The plushiness of your skin still made his mind spin, and the flowery fragrance haunted him like a spirit. "My Goddess, don't play with fire."
Your fingers brushed through his hair, pulling a low hum from his massive chest. "I'm not afraid to get burned," you said with full seriousness.
But God didn't answer. Just cuddled closer to your body – plush breasts, soft neck, and hair tickling his nose. He reminded you of Cerberus whenever the beast tried to cuddle into your side.
And with the same love and fondness, you kissed his temple, whispering simple yet oh so important, I'm yours, forever.
Forever it truly was for you, as no other couple on Olympus would ever conquer the utter devotion and love of the Goddess of Spring and the Lord of the Underworld.
Such contrary characters and yet relishing themselves in the most maddening obsession the Olympus has ever seen.
Oh god, I'm tired but so, so happy. I think it's pretty good, but please let me know your thoughts in the comments <3 Pray forgive me for any mistakes, the wizard was proofreading it at 11 p.m.
he’s buried deep inside you, hips pressed flush against yours, when his gaze drops to your lower belly. there, just below your navel, a soft bulge appears every time he thrusts in—the clear outline of his cock pressing against your insides.
“whoa…” he breathes. “baby, look at that.”
his palm slides over your stomach, gently pressing down. the bulge becomes even more obvious under his hand and yuji lets out a headless laugh, his eyes sparkling.
“i can see myself inside you! that’s so cool—” he pushes in again, slower this time, watching mesmerized as the bulge moves with him. “it’s like… i’m so deep.”
you whimper, overwhelmed by how full you already feel. “yuji… slow down—”
but he’s too caught up in the sight. his hand stays pressed to your tummy, thumb stroking over the little bulge every time he rocks forward. the fascination quickly turns into something hotter. his hips start moving faster without him realizing, shallow thrusts turning into deeper, quicker strokes.
“it keeps showing up every time i push in,” he says, almost panting now. “look, look— there it is again!”
he speeds up, eyes glued to your stomach, completely drawn to the way your body accommodates him. each thrust makes the bulge more prominent, and yuji can’t stop staring, can’t stop touching it.
you’re gasping, fingers gripping his shoulders as another orgasm is building fast. “yuji— ah! too fast—!”
he doesn’t even register your words at first. he’s too distracted, too lost in the intoxicating sight of his cock making your tummy bulge. his pace turns relentless, hips snapping harder as he chases the view, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“sorry, baby,” he laughs breathlessly, still pressing down on your belly. “i just… i can’t stop looking. you look so cute like this!”
As you were about to sleep to boyfriend roleplay audios, your actual boyfriend, YUJI, visits you unannounced. Uh oh!
TAGS & WARNINGS. clear mention of boyfriend asmr genre, gn!reader x yuji itadori, slight angst, yuji kinda jealous, fluff, semi-proofread might edit later
WORD COUNT. 1.9k
RESOURCE CREDITS. pictures are from pinterest ; lace divider from @/cursed-carmine ; pearl dividers from @/anitalenia
this work is dedicated to my gal @cmiya 🙂↕️ you better not back out from drawing megumi... or else
The smell of damp dirt lingered in your room. You left your window semi-open, letting the breeze of soft rain substitute your air conditioner.
And there you lied beneath your blanket. With one earbud in, your finger slowly slid against the dimly-lit screen as you scanned video titles on your YouTube burner account. A lot of them spanned from 10 minutes to a whole hour.
M4A. best friend gets rejected by his crush [reverse comfort][confession][unrequited love]
Nope, not in the mood for angst. Saved to Watch Later. What else?
PART 1 | Getting Tutored by...Your Academic Rival?! [Enemies to Lovers][Banter][Slowburn]
Hmmm, sounds interesting,. But you'd rather listen to that 5-part-series lasting 2.5 hours for another time. Saved to Watch Later, though. You're getting impatient. You've been scrolling for a minute now in search for a good audio. Is there anything that's ever catered to your taste?—
Needy boyfriend cuddles you to sleep ASMR [Soft][Kisses][Rambles][Breathing Noises]
Finally! An audio worth casually listening to!
Intrigued by the thumbnail and title, you click on the video. You haven't relaxed yet, but after that experimental 10 seconds, you stayed. It passed all your requirements—Soothing voice? Check! Preferred accent? Check! Line delivery so far? Ugh, so check!
With those three standards in place, you grant your trust in the speaker for the next 19 minutes and 37 seconds of your dusk. You placed your phone on the nightstand and lied down again, waiting for slumber to overcome you. And it almost did.
Unfortunately, it almost did.
You were halfway achieving nap state until you heard your actual boyfriend intrude your space.
Crap, your phone.
As his voice booms in your previously quiet room, gently reprimanding you for forgetting to lock your door, you quickly make an effort to grab your cellular device—which turned out futile.
"Ofh—Yuji, get off me!" You struggle to wriggle your way out beneath his heavy weight, your arm still attempting to snatch your cellular device before he does. And by the looks of how you guys looked liked, the score was 0-1. He teased and pouted, "No way. Your clearly awesome boyfriend pays you a visit, and your first reaction is to reach for your phone? Is my charm not working for you anymore?"
The battle ends with his triumph of hostaging your phone in his hands.
"Okay, let's see why—…"
It was that moment that you knew you fucked up.
His mouth is left agape reading the few words on your screen. His cheeky grin and those giggles he let out while restraining you earlier vanished, with nothing ensuing but silence. It felt like years before he finally spoke again.
"Babe…" he starts, sighing. "You know—you know I love you, but what the hell?!"
You pursed your lips at that. At last, what seemed like shame began to crawl in your skin. Why did you even listen to those audios when you had this man in front of you wrapped around your finger?
"Why?" he whispered. His gaze bored into your face. Seeing you avoiding eye contact, he scooted off your body and sat by your bed instead.
For once, you prayed. Whether it be heaven or hell you'd end up in, you prayed that the Gods would just take you right there on the spot. "I… I, uhm, well… you see…" The tip of your ears flushed. You gave up on making an excuse anyway.
You stiffened even more when that voice in your ear was playing out of your phone's speaker instead. Yuji had turned off your bluetooth, and what followed was pretty much a humiliation ritual.
"I missed you sooooo, sososo much" smooch "Where are you going? No, come back here—c'mere! You've yet to give me my 100 kisses—"
The audio is cut abruptly when he taps the pause button. The only sound you can both hear at the moment was the soft pitter-patter of rain getting louder and stronger. A thunder.
Yuji doesn't say a word. You only see him stare into your screen, debating whether he'll continue to subject himself to the remaining 17 minutes of the video.
"A hundred kisses, huh?"
He spoke so quietly. It sounded the same volume you were familiar with when the two of you were just existing in each other's arms. When he'd whisper to you so sweetly. When both of you would just try to stiffle your laughs. But now? It was the sound of a man who was confused and uncertain.
He still wouldn't look at you. The way he sat there near the side edge of your bed felt painful. Shoulders slump. Spine arched inward.
"Is that… what you want?" he eventually asked, his fingers fiddling with the edge of your phone case. He didn't hand back your phone yet, no. "This whole 'needy' thing? I mean—I know I'm loud and I can be a handful sometimes. Well, 'sometimes' is an understatement, probably most of the time. But…" he paused.
"But I didn't think you'd go and search for that kind of stuff from someone who's like, what? Flirting with actually no one but a microphone?"
You propped yourself up to sit, too. Your heart clenched when you heard the insecurity in his voice as if he wasn't enough. He must be feeling so hurt right now.
"Yuji…"
A dry laugh left his lips. Even now, he was coping with this situation. "You know, I was running all the way here because I couldn't wait to see you, and you were… you were already listening to 'me' before I've gotten through the door."
He set the phone down on your nightstand, the click making you flinch just a little. Yuji didn't make a move to leave; he didn't make a move to get closer either. He could only stare at his socks, his hands resting unnaturally in his lap.
"I can do that too, you know?" his voice cracked before he lets out a heavy breath.
"I can stay. I can ramble. I can give you a hundred kisses. Thousands, even. Anything you'd want me to, I can do it. You don't have to ask a screen for something that's already my duty to take."
Now you knew how bad the weight of your actions actually were. Both of you were in the same room, except there was a gap seperating you two. That might've been when you realized you've bruised the one precious thing in your life. Because of the gap you've wedged.
"Yuji, look at me please," you coaxed. He didn't. At least not at first. His jaw was still tightened, as well as how his shoulders continued to hunch like he was making himself smaller in your world. The bed creaked when you slid across the mattress—closing that awful gap—and sat next to him. You didn't allow yourself to touch him yet. How could you do so after what you had caused?
"It's not... it’s not a replacement. I promise."
"Then why?" he asked, finally turning his head just enough for you to see the red rimming his eyes. This boy who could punch through concrete, now looked like he was made of glass. "If I’m right here, why do you need that?"
The answer was really embarrassing. But regardless whether you'd procrastinate your admission, in the end, you'll bite the bullet.
You place your hand over his. "I use it to sleep because I'm lonely when you aren't here," you confessed, your face heating up. "It's bullshit, I know. But your voice isn't something I can just... turn on when I'm missing you at whatever time of the day. It's just a placeholder, Yuji. A bad one. Nothing compared to the real thing."
He then felt you hug him with hesitance, hearing you whisper your apology.
"I'm so sorry."
For a second, Yuji kept still in your embrace. The apology hung in the air, competing with the sound of the rain. Terrified, you wondered if you’d broken something that couldn't be fixed with just a few words.
Then, you felt a shuddering exhale leave him.
His hands, previously limp and cold in his lap, suddenly moved. You felt yourself almost getting crushed when he desperately returned the hug. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his nose cold against your skin, and you could feel the dampness of his hair from the rain drying when he ran just to get to you.
"Don't do that," he mumbled into your shoulder, his voice muffled. "Don't apologize for missing me. But don't use a placeholder either."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, the hurt in his eyes finally beginning to melt into that familiar, fierce protectiveness. His thumb came up to brush against your cheek, his touch heavy and warm.
"If you're lonely, just tell me. Hell, I would've recorded myself reading a whole cookbook or something if it meant it could get you to sleep."
An airy laugh went off your nostrils that morphed into a yelp when he tackled you, pushing you back against the pillows.
"Hey—!" You tried to protest, but the sound was completely swallowed by the mattress as Yuji’s heavy frame settled over yours. He didn't crush you this time; instead, he braced his forearms on either side of your head, effectively trapping you in a cage of his own warmth.
The heavy, suffocating silence that had filled the room only minutes ago was entirely gone, replaced by the familiar, slightly chaotic energy that always followed him.
"I’m serious!" Yuji insisted, his face only inches from yours. The lingering redness around his eyes was still there, but the wounded, slumped posture was gone. "A cookbook, a dictionary, the manual for a washing machine—whatever! If you need a voice to fall asleep to, it’s gonna be mine. I'm not letting some random Internet guy with a fancy microphone take credit for making my girlfriend feel safe."
"Baby, it was just an audio—"
"Nope, don't care, it’s a matter of principle now," he interrupted, a familiar, boyish grin finally tugging at the corners of his lips. He shifted his weight, pulling the discarded blanket up and over both of your shoulders, sealing out the damp, chilly air from the half-open window. The scent of rain and wet earth was still there, but now it was mixed with the comforting, clean scent of his laundry detergent.
He propped his chin directly on your chest, looking up at you like a massive, oversized guard dog on its favorite spot.
"Besides," he mumbled, his voice dropping into that low, vibrating register he only used when he was genuinely relaxed, "I meant what I said earlier. About the thousand kisses."
Before you could even process the warning, his lips pressed against the center of your forehead. It was a firm, lingering pop that made your eyes close automatically.
"One," he counted aloud, his breath warm against your skin.
He slid down, his lips brushing the tip of your nose. "Two."
Then your left cheek. "Three."
"Yuji, stop, it tickles—" You laughed, trying to turn your head away, but he gently cupped your face, tilting you right back to center.
"Nuh uh. No way." His eyes sparkled with that bright gleam you loved so much. He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your jaw. "Four. We’ve got a really long way to go, and since I’m already here... I think I should start working on those overdue boyfriend duties right now."
these works are wholeheartedly done by @carsonoisy. kindly do not plagiarize, do not translate, and do not submit my outputs to ai—otherwise i'll be sad :(
A/N. wanted to challenge myself by writing for character i thought i wouldn't write for. i'm surprised at how easy this was to write when i usually indulge more on megumi content... anyway let me know if you guys would like a megumi ver! feedback would be appreciated too :P
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