“romeo + juliet”

the satan of rare pair hell (secondary blog but i always follow back using my main splitongues!)

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No, I don’t love you. ㅤꨄ︎ You will.

top male reader blog (possibly switch) & nsfw so no minors please. multi-fandom (with a focus on anime & comics). occasional dark themes, so potential trigger warning for such topics.

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(dividers by @enchanthings & @cursed-carmine)

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THE X-FILES — 06x20

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"Come on you can take it, you begged for it remember." You gently swatted his hand away as he tried to push against you. He whined so prettily at the sensation of you pounding him. Everytime you thrusted in him you hit that sensitive bundle of nerves.

He huffed at you in response- well as best as he could in between moans. You can see the way his eyes rolled back into his head and it caused you to let out a guttural groan. He was such a pretty sight in the lingerie he was so hesitant to wear. It was baby pink and complimented his skin perfectly and made him seem like an angel. 

In this position, you could clearly see the outline of your cock imprinted in his lithe stomach and when you placed a hand over it- he shuddered. Your dick was coated in his juices yet you weren't stopping until he squirted all over you.

The second he had shyly admitted he’d never squirted before, you decided right then and there that tonight was going to change that. Your thumb pressed firmly against his clit, rubbing circles while you pounded into him without mercy. He twitched and writhed underneath you, body twisting and arching as he tried to escape the sensations.

But you didn't let up instead you quickened your pace as you could tell he was close to orgasm. You watched his face twist, mouth dropping open in a silent cry, his whole body seized up beneath you. A broken, high-pitched keen tore from his throat as his walls clenched violently around your cock, pulsing in rapid waves.

“That’s it- come on, baby, let go for me,” Your voice was thick with lust. You didn’t slow down though, didn’t ease the relentless grind of your hips or the slick circles your thumb was drawing over his swollen clit. “You’re gonna squirt for me. I can feel it.”

His eyes fluttered, lashes wet with unshed tears, and he shook his head frantically even as his hips jerked up to meet every brutal thrust. “N-no ahh- too much-!” he sobbed, but the words dissolved into another desperate moan when you pressed down harder on the bulge in his stomach, feeling your cock drag against that spot inside him with every stroke.

His thighs trembled violently in your grip, the delicate pink lace of the lingerie sticking to his sweat-slicked skin. Then his back arched clean off the bed, a cry ripping out of him.

A hot gush of clear fluid suddenly sprayed against your abdomen, soaking your skin and the sheets beneath him. He squirted hard, pulsing around you in messy, uncontrollable waves while his clit throbbed wildly under your fingers.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” You groaned, the sight and feeling of him losing control pushing you dangerously close to the edge. You kept fucking him through it, drawing out every last shudder and spurt until his voice cracked into hoarse little whimpers and his body went limp, twitching with aftershocks.

Only then did you slow your thrusts, still buried deep inside his fluttering heat, and lean down to kiss the tears from his flushed cheeks. “Look at you… such a good boy. First time and you soaked everything.” You nipped at his earlobe, voice low and teasing. “Think you can do it again for me?”

He could only answer with a weak, broken whine, his body still clenching greedily around you even as he tried to catch his breath.

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a list of all the drabbles, fics, and thoughts on my page! constantly updating depending on what i post or what requests i get.

JJK

ꨄ︎ A Special Gift

stripper!sukuna x male reader

ꨄ︎ Giving JJk Characters their first creampie [PT 1.]

various x male reader (gojo, geto, nanami & choso)

DC.

ꨄ︎ My Needy Boy.

roommate!tim drake x male reader

ꨄ︎ Office Work

secretary!clark kent drabble

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secretary!clark who wears a skirt and heels to get your attention.

The office work in front of you is left forgotten the first time Clark bends over to grab the papers he ‘accidentally’ dropped.

The pencil skirt he squeezed himself in this morning showed off his toned thighs and ass amazingly. And they were so tight you hoped thought the fabric would spilt with any sudden movement.

It was a perfect shade of black, the belt perfectly accentuating his surprisingly small waist, and when he inches further down to collect the rest of the work? You can see it ride up in the back to reveal gorgeously tanned skin and lines of muscle.

And you didn’t even wanna start with the pump on his feet, heels adding to his height in a way that was less unnerving and more arousing enough to your head dizzy from all the blood rushing south.

Little bows on the front of them, gleaming black bottoms. Like they were pulled straight from the box. Maybe even bought just for you. If he had a pair of stockings to match, you wouldn’t have been able to stop yourself from lunging at him.

Your mouth was full of saliva, and you gulp so loud in the quiet room that it catches the man’s attention, head snapping to look behind him, ass presented for you still.

“Oh golly, I’m so sorry.” He collects the rest of the scattered pages, tucking them into the crook of his arm. “I can be such a klutz sometimes.” If you were anyone else, maybe that sweet farm boy act would’ve worked on you. If not for the smug glint within those sky blue eyes.

Clark’s hand reaches down to pull the skirt down, like he had any modesty left to protect, shimmying his hips a little like the minx was trying his best to get a rise out of you.

But before you can verbalize that (or get back the last of your dignity), Clark walks over with all the confidence in the world, the click of his shoes loud on the office floor, ringing through your ears. The papers you asked for are gently set down in front of you, and the man sends you a gorgeous smile. One that makes you feel all gooey inside.

“Here you go, sir. Arranged and stapled just the way you asked.” He straightens up, spinning on his heels to walk to the exit, full hips swaying back and forth like a pendulum, catching your gaze with its gravity, “If you need anything else, do let me know.”

And if you had to rush to the bathroom a few minutes after he left, no one else had to know but you.

reposted & edited!!! ( dividers by @enchanthings & @cursed-carmine )

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Do you write for death note?

yes! i very much do!

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GIVING FTM!JJK CHARACTERS THEIR FIRST CREAMPIE [PT. 1]

focus: gojo, nanami, geto & choso

tags: creampie, degradation kink, praise kink, breeding kink, hair pulling, finger sucking, daddy kink & sir kink, dumbification, feminization & pet names (hon, baby), squirting & creaming, riding, mating press, overstimulation, mentions of marathon sex, p spanking, brat taming, established relationships (some), some fluff. (and hints of sugar baby choso).

wc: 4k

a/n: omg the devil works but i work HARDER! i’ve got way too many ideas, and i need some way to get them out, so here this is!!! i don’t use ai, i just love me some commas and quotations. also, heavy overuse of italics and i learned how to do gradient lmao.

GOJO SATORU.

“Oh, fuck!”

The obscene sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the living room, a slick plap! that would be enough to make just about anyone get hard. The sounds of the television show you had both sat down to watch being simple background noise that neither of you could be bothered to pay attention to.

Large hands gripped thin hips, hard enough that you knew you’d leave even more marks across Satoru’s pale skin. But the man wouldn’t mind. I mean, just look at him. There he was above you, snowy locks bouncing as he eagerly raised himself up and down using his knees and letting gravity drop him right back down onto the dick he’d been dreaming about since he left for his mission. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit!” With every bounce, his creamy hole clenched you so tight that your hips tilted up, pushing a desperate yelp out of Gojo’s mouth.

“Yeah? It’s that good?” The condescending tone you’re going for works, making Gojo clench and gush a little more around you, cheeks flushed the prettiest pink as he fucked himself completely stupid on you. Satoru had been fiending for a taste of you all day. Even while battling curses & arguing with the higher ups, your dick plagued his mind throughout the morning and straight into the afternoon. And finally, he was getting a taste of every thick inch you had to offer him.

“D-Don’t tease me! I really n-need this.” But his begging was only a cherry on top of the cake, your hands wandering up to grip his waist while one drifted up further, a digit pressing against his saliva slick bottom lip. “Aw, is that right? You been thinking about this all day, baby?” The slut nods, gorgeous eyes having turned into rings of blue from his dilated pupils. Like it was natural, his lips parted to let you guide that finger into his mouth, the warm heat enveloping it.

His pace never stops, the squelch of his pussy being spread open like music to your ears as he forces himself down, even rolling his hips a few times so he could grind his swollen clit down on your pelvis, and feel every last inch of dick deep inside his belly. “What else have you been thinking about, hm?” Your shaft was gleaming with a mix of his juices and your own precum, a sight that makes you squeeze Gojo’s hips again, unable to resist the urge to yank him down.

He mewls around your finger, eyes rolling back with bliss. In his fucked out stage, he lets the words come out around your finger all slurred and saliva packed, “Your cum…” His stupid little expression makes you chuckle, continuing to help him bounce up and down a bit, “Oh, really? We can arrange that.” Your hand holds his hip again, ready to lift him off of you to give him what he’s been craving, but he grips your wrist and slams back down, forcing a moan out from both of you. “Satoru, fuck–”, “In me.”

His words stun you into silence, both of you stopping to stare at the other. Those pretty blues were shining with tears, the skin on your finger wrinkling from the moisture from his saliva, and both of you so aroused it hurt. But that didn’t mean you weren’t in your right mind, “What?” Gojo drops down onto his elbows, both positioned at either side of your head as an expression of genuine pleading drowns his features. “Been thinking about it all day, all month. I want it. I really fucking want it.”

You stare up at him, wide eyes as he begins to move his hips again, rolling them down against you, letting moans of pleasure drift into your ears, face contorting from the blissful pressure of your tip against his g-spot. And carefully, you let your hands grip his hips, slowly beginning to thrust up into that pliant body again.

It only takes two minutes for the both of you to get back to furiously fucking, balls clapping against Satoru’s ass, arms wrapped around him to hold him against your chest like a doll. And he takes all of it, practically screaming his enjoyment into your skull, leaking so much that it was making a sticky mess between you and leaving a puddle on the couch.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” Your own voice comes out as a low mewl, one hand unable to help moving down to squeeze his pale ass, basically bouncing him and down on your dick by yourself. He reaches back, gripping your wrist as his body trembles like a leaf, “Y-You keep hitting it. You’re hitting it! Right fucking there!” It filled you with pride knowing you could turn him into this. This slut that drooled all himself just for your dick. Nobody else’s.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” You already knew the answer, didn’t mean your cock didn’t throb when he responded with an erratic nod, tears sliding his cheeks as his own tights began to shake. Just in time, as you could feel the heat of your own release building in the pit of your gut. You just needed a little push. “C’mon, I didn’t fuck you that stupid, did I?”

Gojo can’t be bothered to hide his face in embarrassment anymore, letting his forehead press against your temple as the words flow out in a slurring stutter, “So good. You make my pussy feel so good! It loves you!” The words finish in a drawn out whine, cunt clenching tight around you as his own orgasm begins to take.

The tightness of his walls was driving you insane, your own thrust becoming sloppy as that heat intensified, your stomach clenching with the slide of his warm cunt, “Gonna cum soon. Gonna fill this cunt up,” He nods, body shaking in anticipation. His dreams are gonna come true right here and now, “Where’s it going?”

“In me.” Satoru whimpers out, body tensing up completely when your dick strikes his sweet spot again, making his eyes roll back. He wants to wait and cum with you, but his body could give less of a shit as spurts of slick coats your cock, making a wet mess that you fuck him through anyway, relentless in your pursuit of pleasure, “Where?”

“In me!” His moan shaped into a squeal, overstimulation making his vision haze over, eyes crossing as you slam into him one last time, holding him in place so he can’t escape. “Good boy,” You moan out, hips jolting as your own release overwhelms you, the first spurt of hot cum erupting so deep inside Satoru that he’s afraid he’ll cum again. It’s so deep inside you, his lids fluttering, body melting on top of you. So hot, and full, the warmth of your cum in his tummy grounded him.

NANAMI KENTO.

“What’d you say, Ken?” To anyone else, it would seem like the simplest of questions. One Kento could usually answer with nothing but a few words. But right now, just making any noise besides drawn out moans was like pulling teeth, and admiring what he said to you just a few minutes earlier made him want to hop out of a window and not the arms of a special grade.

He hadn’t even meant to say it, really. It was the heat of the moment.

On his knees, face buried in one of those decorative pillows you’d gotten from the store, back arched up as you drilled into him from behind. Every ruthless thrust had his juices churning within his cunt like butter, a creamy froth coating your cock and dripping down the inside of his pale and trembling legs.

Nanami was already embarrassed enough as it is while you spoke praise above him, muttering “So wet for me,” and “Got the tightest little pussy” like he was some needy whore. Which unfortunately for him, he turned into once you fucked him good and hard enough. Something you loved using to your advantage.

The pleasure made his brain melt from his ears, and made his lips loose. And one particularly hard thrust that hit just right has him groaning loudly, mouthing against the pillow as his thoughts slip loose, “Fuck, Da-fuck!” He just barely gained his awareness back, feeling his cheeks flush like a tomato as he realized what word just slipped out. The slight attempt to save himself didn’t work, a hand moving to the front of his neck, pulling his face up from the pillow.

Next to Kento, panting from working up a sweat, a cruel smirk worked it’s way onto your face that let him know he was in so much fucking trouble now, “I’m sorry, what was that?” The innocent confusion in your tone didn’t fool him, but his tries at squirming in your grasp seemed to do nothing but make you tighten your hold on his neck. Which made him feel something he wasn’t ready to explore just yet.

“Nothing, forget about that. Why’s you stop—” “Cause you said something.” You were persistent, too persistent, and saw right through his attempts at changing the conversation, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You chuckle, eyes tracing the tense line of his jaw, as if to reassure yourself of something. “That’s too bad,” The hand lets go of his neck, Nanami’s blonde head falling back against the pillow with a light thump. “We’re just gonna have to make you say it, aren’t we?”

And here he was now, body laid flat against the bed, as his legs had collapsed from under him. Fists clenching the sheets so tight he was scared they might rip, and a haze over his vision as his eyes tried their best not to cross from the fucking he was getting. It didn’t help that your cock was practically punching his stomach from the inside, veins and ridges pressed up against slick, creamy walls. He couldn’t think, not at all. Or maybe he just didn’t want to.

Every pump was calculated, your nose pressed against the side of his head, repeating the same questions, “C’mon, Ken, say it again. You know you want to.” The mocking drawl makes him gush around your shaft, clenching and spasming as you worked his pussy to its limit. But he knew you, he knew you wouldn’t stop until you got exactly what you wanted.

Slowly, he lifts his face from the pillow, breezy whines leaving him flushed red as he pleaded with you for mercy, “Don’t make me say it. Don’t—” your hand wraps around his neck again, pulling him back into an arch, forcing him to meet your gaze head on. You could feel the way your grip had him basically strangling your dick with his walls, but that would be something for another time. For now…

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” And he doesn’t hesitate to nod the best he can, a gleaming strand of drool on the side of his chin catching your attention momentarily, “I-I’m so close…” He muttered, already knew where this was going before you even had to finish your sentence. So instead, you lean down, nose pressed against Kento’s cheek, “Say it.” And this time, he knew you weren’t asking.

Pretty, pearly teeth clamp down on his bottom lip, eyes rolling back to flutter shut from the humiliation of it all. It comes out a low whimper, body trembling in both anticipation and even a little fear as he finally utters the words you were so hell-bent on hearing. “Daddy.” And your cock twitches so hard it makes Nanami gasp.

Suddenly, his face meets the pillow again, but with a hand at the back of his neck pressing him down. One moment, you’re sliding out til just the tip is inside, and the next the headboard is slamming into the wall with each thrust. Nanami’s moans turn into muffled yelps of pure bliss, so thankful his face is buried into the pillow below, otherwise your neighbors would’ve been in for an even ruder awakening. But fuck if he even cared anymore.

It’s like you’re trying to carve your shape into his fucking guts, forcing his body to memorize every vein and bump on your dick with his insides. Which was gonna be so sore by the time you slid out of him. But judging by how his face is getting all sticky from his own drool, you seem to be doing quite the job.

“Again.” Nanami’s head is turned to the side, gasping for air with each pump, a slick and sloppy noise coming from deep within as you slide out, only to force yourself back inside. Nanami’s juices were making a mess. “Say it again.” You command, voice beginning to tremble slightly. And embarrassment no longer matters to the blonde, who lets the moan ease out like it’s natural. “Daddy. Daddy, fuck…”

And it was like a wave washes over you both. Yelps and whines of a pleasure he could feel in his bones were fucked out of Kento, the hand at the back of his neck making sure he took every last bit of it. “That’s right. Good boy, taking Daddy’s cock like this.” Oh, shit, that made him clench so hard. And you chuckle, strained as your hips slam down without mercy, “You like that shit, Ken? You feelin’ it?” One of your hands moves to slip underneath him, feeling on the little area below his belly button, moaning when the bump brushed against your fingers. “Yeah, you are. So deep, aren’t I? I could breed you like this.”

“Mhm—Ah!” A punishing thrust shakes him to his core, your tip striking his g-spot like a bullseyes. Hazel eyes cross slightly before his lids slam shut, teeth so desperately wanting to bite down on the fabric of the pillow for something, anything, to stabilize him. “Aren’t I?” The low growl in your voice makes his insides melt, gasping against the damp pillow when he feels that heat building at the bottom of his stomach, “Yes! Yes, you are—God!”

A tongue laps at the pointed top of his earlobe, groaning with every thrust, lightning going up Kento’s spine as you hit something in him like clockwork, “Who is?” Kento wants to call you cruel, or rebel, but all he can do is hold back tears of bliss as he melts into the sheets, “Daddy is. He’s so deep in me…” Unknowingly, Nanami seals your fate with his next words, groaning out against the pillow he’s practically crushing to his chest, “He’s in my tummy…”

Hazel eyes widen when a sudden flood of something rushes through him, warm and thick against his walls, coming out with every twitch of your dick. You just came inside his pussy. Your body falls over him, pressing his hips down against the bedding, making his clit grind against the sheets unintentionally. And that does it, sending Kento over the edge with a gurgle, his creamy essence coating your shaft in a thick mess that slides down his folds to make a mess on the sheets. Both of you writhing on the ruined bedding, a quiet moment.

Which is interrupted by a hand swatting your hip as Nanami groans out, playful irritation in his voice, “Idiot. You couldn’t hold out a little longer?” He can’t believe this was how you cum inside him for the first time.

GETOU SUGURU.

Getou was quite the brat in your eyes. But who wouldn’t agree? He walked around like he owned the place alongside Satoru, he played with people’s feelings like they were toys to be tossed away, and he made your fucking blood boil without having to do anything but send you a smile that said ‘you’re so funny’ anytime you showed a reaction to it.

You wanted—needed to put him in place. Somebody had to. So when you saw him on campus again, you gave him a proposition you knew he couldn’t refuse—take your ‘virginity’. You pulled the innocent guy look off well, even as he giggled with a smug expression all the way to your dorm room. He wasn’t gonna be laughing for long, anyway.

He was so easy to pin down after he stripped for you, panties sticking to his crotch with a wetness that made you hadn’t expected to see. Suguru immediately tried to take control, snapping his fingers and rolling his eyes whenever you tried to get on his level. But once you got his knees pinned to his shoulders, and his cunt wrapped tight around your dick, he had no room to complain amongst the desperate little yells that were being pounded out of him with every thrust.

Slick, pretty folds envelop you with every stroke, his gushing insides leaving a sheen of frothy cream on your shaft every time all 8 inches of your cock push those walls apart. The sight makes you chuckle, hands squeezing the back of his knees tight whenever he tries to squirm out from underneath you, “Already making a mess, aren’t we? I thought you were supposed to teach me?”

The smugness in your voice doesn’t go over Getou’s head, his hands gripping one of the pillows underneath his head, trying not to let his brain melt when your dick brushes against his g-spot again and again with the kind of precision that no virgin should have. Violet eyes—with a watery sheen—glare up at you. “Fucking a-asshole. Y-you lied-”, His words turn into a keen when you slam inside again, rolling your hips to grind against that spot that makes his head tip back, saliva running down the side of his chin, “Shut that fucking mouth for one.”

And what can Suguru do but obey? His ankles were at his ears, toes curled tight from every stomach clenching thrust, and the squelching noise his pussy made left his ears pink. God, imagine if someone saw this. Saw the strongest sorcerer (except for Gojo Satoru, of course) on campus getting used like a slut, folded like a fucking pretzel. “Fuck…” Is all he can manage to say, eyes unfocused.

But you? You were on Cloud 9. The mean, bratty boy behind you was replaced with a whore straight out of your imagination. Soaking wet with every thrust, head tipped back with a blissed out look on his cute face, and a series of high pitched whines you force out of him as you begin to pick up the pace, making the couch rock and creak beneath you.

Hands move to grip your thighs, trying to stop your thrusts. God, it felt like every last one of them was buried inside his chest, rocking a whine out that’s so embarrassing it makes his face turn cherry red. He couldn’t do this, “Can’t—I can’t—” A palm comes down hard against his cunt, making his body tense from the sudden mix of sharp pain and pleasure. “A-Ah!” Another smack, right against his clit.

“Yeah, you can.” Suguru tries to squirm away, unable to see you smirking above him as you let slap after slap rain down on his poor little cunt, feeling him squeeze you like a vice every time you do it. The black haired man is left panting underneath you, every hit making him gush around your dick like a fucking fountain. “C’mon, aren’t you the Strongest?” What are you doing to him? What’s happening?

Why does it feel so goddamn good?

“You telling me the strongest can’t take a dick?” Oh, fuck. Fuck. “Fucking slut, don’t pass out on me—” The last hit against his pussy makes violet eyes cross, head tipping back as he squeezed your dick so tight you were almost forced into an abrupt stop.

Spurts of slick squirt out around your cock, Getou’s body shaking like a leaf as he cums his brains out, mouth open in a silent ‘O’, mind melted within his skull. And that seemed to be all you yourself could take as well.

Your own eyes roll back, bottoming out with a quick thrust as a supernova bursts behind your eyes, cock throbbing inside of Getou as spurts of thick & creamy cum coat his walls like it belonged there. There was so much of it that it even started leaking out around your shaft, only adding to the mess underneath him on the couch.

Both of you wanna think, wanna make a good quip. But both of you were completely fucked out.

KAMO CHOSO.

He can’t take anymore. He’s gonna die.

Minutes and hours have mashed together, turning into an incomprehensible mess with every slide of your girth into his puffy, swollen pussy. The middle of his thighs are a wet mess of his own juices and release. But he can’t even remember how many times he’s cum already. Or just how long he’s been screaming out his pleasure, just long enough that his voice has grown hoarse.

His back aches, his stomach hurts, and his lips are bitten raw from trying to hide his moans. Which you didn’t allow.

He’s gonna fucking die.

And he was gonna go out like this. Crying like a bitch into the bed beneath him, mascara and foundation leaving stains on the sheets that would take forever to wash out, body rocking forward when you snap your hips against his reddened asscheeks. If someone found his body like this, who was gonna possibly explain what happened to him? What’s gonna go on his tombstone?

‘Here lies Kamo Choso, loving brother of 10, who died from being fucked to tears.’ Such a sad way to go out.

But you? Oh, you seemed to be having an amazing time. Your pace never once slowed down, even through every toe-curling orgasm you gave Choso. Again and again, hand on the middle of his back to keep his ass arched up and lower body pressed down into the bed. He couldn’t grind against the sheets for a faster orgasm, he couldn’t touch himself, all he could do was cream around your dick again and again like clockwork.

A strained sob drifts from Choso’s mouth, hands gripping anything in sight to cling onto, to try and escape the mind-melting pleasure that was threatening to break him into little pieces, “Please, sir. Please, I can’t take anymore—” Another thrust, all those girthy inches pressing his swollen walls apart with no effect, fucking another desperate whine from his lips. “I fucking can’t!” His legs were trembling, your hands on his hips the only thing keeping him held up.

“Mm, but I think you can, hon.” That voice, the one that’s been in all his dreams and the one that was currently making him want to bang his head on a wall. Because as you’ve done the whole night, you show no mercy, pistoning forward once more, making a mess of the cream costing your dick, letting it churn inside Choso like you were trying to make butter. “I think you will.”

“Sir, I-I’ll do anything–Ah!” A hand wraps around one of his pigtails, yanking his head back to lift it off the bed, showing the mess you made of the pretty boy beneath you. Tear streaks ruining his perfect makeup, a drool string connecting from his mouth to the sheet he was chewing on. “Careful, Choso. Making promises like that is what got you here.”

And you were right. Promise after promise of ‘I’ll do whatever you want if you get me this’ and ‘Please, I’ll do anything’ had finally caught up to him, leaving him in the pathetic position he was in right now. Because now, he couldn’t keep his last promise.

‘I’ll let you cum in me if you get—’

Your other hand grabs his other pigtail, yanking Choso up until he is forced to rest on his elbows with his chin on the bed, aching back arched in a way that lets you slip in so deep that it felt like you were in his belly. Thrust after thrust had his swollen clit throbbing painfully with arousal, knees ready to crumble from exhaustion. You were relentless, simply using his soaked hole like it was a fleshlight. Not that he hated it.

“Mm! B-But I meant it!”

The grip you have on his hair leaves him defenseless, neck aching from the angle he’s pulled back in, “I s-swear! E-every word, sir…” The desperation in his voice seemed to finally be breaking through to you, your hips twitching just a little when you thrusted in again. “I want it…” You chuckle, but don’t respond, continuing to ram into him over and over, making his body tense up when he feels you brush against his g-spot again. Choso’s mouth opens to release a whine, “Please, sir! Just cum already!”

The corner of your lips raise into a smirk, heart swelling at the adorable sound of Choso’s desperate pleas. You didn’t even have to speak, letting the boy’s words dissolve into teary begs for mercy, “Cum! Cum! Fuck, just cuuum!” Pearly teeth grit, feeling your dick throb against his walls, veins and ridges pressed all up inside of him, making him drool. A sudden groan leaves you when you feel those gummy walls clench hard around your cock, the sensation repeating as Choso moans out, brain leaking from his ears, “Cum, please. Please, please, please—”

Aww, he was tightening up for you. How sweet. You were always such a sucker for the boy, so your body couldn’t help giving him exactly what he was asking for. It only took a few more pumps before you slammed back inside, watching his puffy little hole spasming around you as your own release washes over you, hands gripping this pigtails like handlebars.

Choso is so happy you can’t see his face, feeling his eyes unfocus when that rush of heat floods his insides, hips rolling as you fill up every inch of his hole like it belongs there. And fuck, maybe it does. “Thank you…” He mutters, body collapsing against the bed when you let go of his now messy hair, instantly turning into jelly against the sheets.

You’re talking above him, probably words of praise and admiration, but his eyelids were so heavy, and he was tired. It only took 8 more seconds for him to knock out.

art by: YozoraAjisai, thatsallitchief.

[yvesainted]

Can i ask what fandoms you write for?:o

anything marvel, dc, jjk or anime related in general. and i love horror movies, so that’s on the list too! basically anything! i’m creating a master list at the moment if that helps

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gang never lose your spark these posts are scrumptious 🤏🌚

THANK YOU SMMM!!!! i’ve got way more in me 🫡

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Heyy i appreciate the reblog. Just wanted to say i lovedd your first post and i hope you continue writing <3

AHHHH omg tysm!!! i’m literally like, in love with ur acc. i’ve been feeling super inspired and i got a few more up my sleeves so i absolutely will.

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I heard you were looking for requests 👀 perhaps for your consideration: Tojo getting paid for a “job” reader pays for, only to find out the job is actually getting dicked down (Tori bottoming obviously)

“One Night”

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synopsis: toji pays off his debt pairing: toji X top male reader note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated, a bit short, my own twist to this ask warnings: blowjob, creampie, power imbalance, rough sex

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The dimly lit warehouse smelled of rust and old blood. Toji Fushiguro stood in the center of the empty space, scarred arms crossed over his broad chest, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His sharp green eyes scanned the darkness of the warehouse.

He owed the organization a fuck-ton of money. Gambling debts, blown contracts, the usual shit. When they’d called him in for a “settlement meeting,” he’d expected broken bones, maybe a bullet if they were feeling generous. Instead, they’d given him an address and a single instruction:

“Go see the Collector. One night and your debt will be wiped clean.”

Toji had laughed when he heard it. One night? It sounded like easy money. He’d taken worse beatings for pocket change.

So here he was, kicking the warehouse door shut behind him with the heel of his boot. The place was surprisingly clean for a shithole in the industrial district.

You were already sitting there like you owned the world, leaned back in a heavy leather chair with one ankle resting on the opposite knee. An expensive suit, calm eyes. The kind of quiet confidence that made lesser men nervous.

Toji exhaled a plume of smoke and smirked, voice low and rough.

“So you’re the big bad Collector, huh?” He cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders as he stepped closer. “Heard you got a deal for me. One night and I walk away square. Let’s hear it. Who do I gotta kill?”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you let the silence stretch just long enough for his cocky grin to twitch. Then you slowly spread your legs, the fabric of your slacks pulling tight over your thighs, and rested one hand lazily on your belt.

Toji’s eyes flicked down for half a second before snapping back up. You finally spoke, voice low, steady, and dripping with amusement. “No killing tonight, Fushiguro. The only thing you’re working off… is this debt.”

You patted your thigh once. “On your knees first. Then I’ll bend you over that desk and fuck the rest of what you owe out of you.”

The warehouse went even quieter, which didn’t seem possible considering you both were the only people in the warehouse. Toji stared at you for a long beat, cigarette nearly falling from his lips. Then he barked out a short, disbelieving laugh, running a hand through his messy black hair.

“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me.” His smirk stayed in place, but it faltered slightly. “This the kind of ‘collection’ you do? Thought I was dealin’ with a professional, not some pervert with deep pockets.”

He took another drag, trying to play it cool, but his stance had shifted. Legs a little wider and his jaw clenched as if he was ready for a fight.

You just watched him, completely unfazed. Toji clicked his tongue, green eyes narrowing.

“I’ve taken worse than whatever you think you can dish out, big guy. Way worse.” He dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his boot, stepping closer with that signature lazy swagger. “If suckin’ dick and bendin’ over is all it takes to clear my tab… fine. But don’t think for a second I’m gonna make this easy for you.”

He stopped just a few feet away, towering even while sneering down at you in the chair. “So? You gonna sit there all night, or are we doin’ this?”

You smiled slowly, fingers already working open your belt with a soft click. “Get on your knees, Toji. Let’s see how well that mouth works when it’s not running.”

Toji muttered something under his breath but dropped to his knees anyway, the concrete biting into his joints. His large, calloused hands made quick work of your slacks, yanking them down along with your boxers until your cock sprang free- thick, heavy, and already hardening under his gaze.

“Shit… not bad,” He grunted, wrapping one hand around the base and giving it a firm stroke.

He leaned in without waiting, lips parting as he took the head into his mouth and hot, wet heat enveloped you immediately. Toji sucked hard, tongue pressing flat against the underside while his hand worked the shaft he couldn’t fit yet. He was rough and eager, clearly trying to make you lose control fast so this would be over quicker.

You let him have his moment, threading your fingers through his messy black hair, but you didn’t stay passive for long. You pushed his head down further, forcing more of your length into his throat.

Toji gagged once, eyes watering, but powered through with a glare aimed up at you. Drool spilled from the corners of his mouth as he bobbed his head, taking you deeper with each pass. The wet, filthy sounds of him sucking you filled the warehouse, mixed with his occasional choked grunts.

“Fuck, that’s better,” You praised lowly, hips rocking forward. “Look at you- you look so pretty like this.”

Toji pulled off with a wet pop, gasping for air, lips shiny and swollen. “Shut the fuck up… I’m doin’ this for the money, not because I like it.”

You chuckled and tapped your cock against his cheek. “Keep telling yourself that.”

After a few more minutes of his sloppy, aggressive blowjob, you hauled him up by the hair and spun him around, shoving him chest-first over the wide metal desk.

“Yeah? This the part where you wreck me?” He taunted, glancing back over his shoulder with a smirk. “Go ahead. I’ve taken worse than some rich asshole’s dick.”

You reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, clicking it open with a deliberate snap. Toji’s eyes tracked the motion, his smirk faltering for just a second.

“Lube? How considerate,” he sneered, though his voice had lost some of its bite. “Didn’t think you’d bother.”

“I want you to feel every inch,” You replied calmly, pouring a generous amount over your cock and then drizzling more between his cheeks. You pressed two slick fingers against his hole, circling the tight ring before pushing in slowly. Toji hissed through his teeth, muscles tensing, but he didn’t pull away.

“Relax,” You ordered, scissoring your fingers and curling them until you found his prostate.

“F-fuck-!” Toji’s hips jerked, a low groan escaping him as you rubbed that spot relentlessly. You added a third finger, stretching him open thoroughly while your other hand reached around to stroke his cock, which was now fully hard and leaking.

By the time you pulled your fingers out, Toji was breathing heavier, forehead pressed to the desk, ass subtly pushing back against nothing. You lined up your cock, pressing the blunt head against his now-slick hole.

“Ready to start working off that debt?”

Toji clicked his tongue. “Just fuck me already, you bastard. Let’s see if you can actually make me-!”

You pushed in with one long, steady thrust, burying yourself balls-deep in one go. The lube made the slide smoother, but he was still incredibly tight, his heat gripping you like a vice. Toji’s back arched sharply, a raw, broken moan tearing from his throat as his fingers scraped against the metal.

“Shit… shit, you’re fucking huge…” He gasped, voice strained. “Slow- fuck, give me a second-”

You pulled back almost all the way and slammed back in, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that made the heavy desk creak under the force. Each thrust drove him forward, his cock trapped between his stomach and the edge of the desk, leaking steadily.

“Still think you’ve taken worse?” you growled, gripping his narrow waist with both hands and pounding into him harder. Toji tried to laugh, but it came out as a wrecked moan. “Y-yeah… I’ve had bigger… fuck!”

You angled your hips and nailed his prostate dead-on, causing his legs to buckle.

“Liar,” You said, reaching around to stroke his cock in time with your thrusts. “You’re clenching around me like you’ve never been properly fucked before. Listen to those pretty sounds you’re making.”

Toji’s moans grew louder, less controlled. His usual lazy drawl was gone, replaced by broken grunts and curses every time you bottomed out. Sweat slicked his scarred back. His ass rippled with every impact, red from the force of your hips slapping against him.

You fucked him harder, faster, the wet squelch of lube and skin filling the air along with the slap of flesh. “Gonna cum just from my cock?” You taunted, twisting your hand around his leaking tip. “Go on.”

Toji came first with a strangled shout, body seizing up as thick ropes of cum painted the floor and your fist. His hole clenched rhythmically around you, milking your cock so tightly it pushed you over the edge.

You buried yourself deep and filled him up, pulse after hot pulse, until cum started leaking out around your shaft despite the tight fit.

For a long moment the only sound was heavy breathing. You stayed inside him, grinding slowly as he came down from his high, letting him feel every twitch.

“…Debt cleared?” Toji finally rasped, voice hoarse and wrecked.

“Cleared,” You confirmed, pulling out slowly. A thick trickle of your cum immediately dripped down his trembling thighs.

Toji pushed himself up on shaky arms, legs visibly unsteady. He yanked his pants back up with clumsy fingers, wincing as the fabric brushed against his abused hole.

When he tried to walk toward the exit, his stride was anything but his usual confident swagger- instead an obvious limp. Each step made more of your load leak out of him.

At the door he paused, one hand on the frame, and glanced back at you. His face was flushed dark, hair sticking to his forehead, green eyes glassy and half-lidded. For once, the smirk he tried to give you looked almost shy.

“…If you ever need to ‘collect’ again…” He muttered, voice rough, “you know where to find me, asshole.”

Then he limped out into the night, debt-free, already secretly hoping the organization would somehow fuck up his finances again soon.

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⋆˚꩜｡ A SPECIAL GIFT.

summary. boring birthday after boring birthday, your coworkers have had enough! they decide to bring you to a high-end strip club to celebrate your 25th. amongst the drinks and sweaty bodies, you meet a man so mean, yet so hot, it makes you wanna go insane. but you’re gonna have to tame him first.

tags: power!bottom sukuna to bratty!bottom sukuna, stripper!sukuna, sub!top to top!reader, overworked & lonely!reader, height difference (sukuna’s taller), big dick reader, crossdressing, drunk!reader, implied manager!toji & uraume, oral sex, anal sex, creampie & breeding kink, cum gurgling & swallowing, hints of praise kink, hint of dumbification, fluff at the end. slightly ooc sukuna near the end

wc: 4k

a/n: this is mostly unedited as well. i’m no pussy (i also enjoyed making this way too much which is why it’s 4k words & it’s my magnum opus. i do not use ai, i just love me some commas and quotations.)

Turning 25 wasn’t as big a deal as all your friends made it out to be. It certainly didn’t feel that big to you. No matter how many congratulations and hugs you received from family members and friends alike.

Even the thought of celebrating your birthday usually made you sigh and roll your eyes. Before you met your coworkers, your idea of a ‘birthday party’ was a store bought chocolate cake, a single candle, and the quiet atmosphere of your apartment to keep you company while you thought about all the work deadlines you had the potential of missing.

So sure, you can understand why they seemed so upset by the thought of you spending your birthday alone, but that didn’t exactly mean you wanted to change that routine.

Sadly, you weren’t given a choice. Because as soon as the clock struck 7pm, your coworkers practically had to wrestle you out of your office chair and toss you into the backseat of their car, whooping and cheering all the way. What they had planned? You had no clue. But you know you sure as shit would’ve left work early if this was their idea of fun.

Glitter and smoke made the air thick, a cough erupting from your chest as it filled your lungs. Alongside that was the smell of sweat, and all kinds of perfumes and cologne. Music blares from the loud speakers close enough to make your skull ring, but not close enough to make it hurt. You felt like a wide eyed doe as they led you through the place, a hand on your back to make sure you didn’t try to sneak your way out when they weren’t looking. But with all these strobe lights on the ceiling blinding you with every spin, you weren’t sure that plan was even manageable.

A club. These guys brought you to a strip club to celebrate your 25th!?

You can’t even glance to your side to send a mean glare before a big arm wraps around your shoulders, your male coworker leaning in with a leering grin, “Well!? Happy birthday, man!” His voice is barely audible over the cheers of passing patrons who hear the news, making your cheeks flush. Either from embarrassment, or the heat of the room and the bodies around you.

A groan full of contempt slips out, your head tipping back to lean against your coworker’s shoulder. “Seriously, guys!? This is the best you could come up with!?” Yet it seemed they hadn’t caught your tone, instead snickering amongst themselves as they led you deeper into the club. A woman bumps into you as she walks past, turning to send a smile away as she vanishes into the crowd, the gold on her dress reflecting off the strobe lights to give a halo effect.

She wasn’t the only gorgeous woman in attendance, and you’d have to be an idiot to act like your eyes hadn’t caught on the figures of several dancers on stage, or the girls passing out drinks. It was a Friday after all, the day the club would be packed with young adults, people wanting a good time, and others wanting something to take the edge off. And your coworkers thought for sure you were the last option.

The arm around your shoulders tugs over to one of the purple cushioned couches, pushing you to sit down with a huff as they sit beside you, arm kept firm around your neck to make sure you stay put. Not like going anywhere was really an option anymore. A finger moves to poke you in the chest, grabbing your attention.

“Listen man, I know you’re used to being all cramped up in that little apartment, but this isn’t just any random day. It’s your birthday! The big 25! Doesn’t that call for some celebration!?” You grimace as he leans in, sweat already on the temple of his forehead, “No—”, “Yes! Yes, it does!”

He snaps his fingers, gesturing to one of the scantily clad women, who places a clear glass of whatever that was into his hand, which he gives to you. “And celebrate we shall. Tonight you’re gonna forget about work, and forget about responsibility.”

A careful hand reaches out to grab the glass as he finishes his sentence, staring into your soul with an intent you don’t think you’d ever seen on the man’s face before. “We’re gonna get fucked up.” Is all he says before downing his glass of—what smelt like—vodka, hissing as it goes down his throat. You don’t know what you hate more; the stench of the drink, or the truth behind his words.

All day, you sit behind a computer, doing the same when you get to work and get home: rinse and repeat. Your responsibilities pile up, your happiness has halted close to a short stop, and you no longer find meaning outside of your job. You seem to drift in and out of existence, like a goddamn ghost. Your eyes move from his to drink in your own hand, watching the clear liquid slosh inside the beautifully designed class. Ah, what the hell.

You don’t give yourself a chance to overthink, letting the glass quickly meet your lip and go down in one quick gulp, the sting of the alcohol pushed back as your coworkers cheer, “Woo, let’s fucking party!” You don’t know how long it’s been since your last drink, or smile. But both are happening, and you find yourself nodding along with them as they wave over another waitress.

Thinking was something you really, really liked doing. What human being doesn’t love to think? Most think about food, or what TV show they’re gonna watch. But at the moment, you were mostly thinking of how good you were feeling right now. Like, really fucking good. You don’t know how long you’ve been at that club. One drink turned to two, turned to three, turned to your coworkers leaving to get on the dance floor or closer to the main stages.

The #whatever glass you were nursing rests in unsteady hands as your eyes wander from the cushion you were seated to the dancing, sweaty bodies. They were smiling, laughing, having a much better time than you were slouched on the couch like a fucking loser. You should be over there. You wanted to be over there.

So with a huff, you move to try and stand up, completely forgetting about the cup in your hand. Your shirt, previously warm (if not a little damp from sweat), is now mysteriously soaked and cold on your chest. It’s like a movie kinda, feeling it slip from your hand and watching in slow motion as it was about to hit the floor. Fuck, that was gonna be expensive. Terribly expensive. Probably a big chunk of your rent money. It gleamed on the way down, as if to say ‘haha, you’re so screwed’.

Well, there went your amazing night—Oh. It stopped.

A tan hand wrapped firm around the glass, long black nails tapping against the surface in a way that captures your attention instantly. It moves to place it on the table before you, and your eyes follow the movement, tracing any detail you can find. Veins stand out as the hand flexes. Black bands around one wrist that you almost mistake for jewelry, if not for the obvious movement of darkened flesh. A tattoo? A strange one, at that. Not strange enough for you to ignore the ping of strange curiosity you felt when your eyes caught onto legs: very toned legs. With the same two tattoos wrapped around each thickthigh. Barely covered by the skimpiest, ruffled black skirt you’d ever seen. Holy fuck.

“God, don’t you idiots pay attention? We don’t need more broken glasses. Unless you’re paying for it.” Where you expect a sultry voice, you instead find a deep, low rumble. One that sends shivers down your spine so strong you can’t help but drop your gaze. It was a voice that commanded respect, with a hint of annoyance in it. On instinct, you try to get up again, but that hand pushes you back onto the couch, making you lean all the way back this time.

“Nuh uh, I don’t think so. Don’t need you making more of a mess than you already did.” Huh? You tilt your head down, looking for the mess he could be mention before you look down at your chest, only to see a huge wet spot. Hm, guess there was something in the glass before you dropped it. At least it landed there instead of the floor. What a very nice lady to tell you as much.

You raise your eyes, an apology already on your lips, “Yeah, I’m so…” Sorry. That was supposed to be the last word. Unfortunately, your brain malfunctions and the words turned into a slurred stutter.

This was no woman, not even close. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t as pretty as one.

Short, spiked pink hair was the first thing that your brain can process, a strange color for the strangely gorgeous creature in front of you. Styled and gelled to perfection. Piercing red eyes gaze down at you, part of you assumes they’re contacts, and the other half is more than willing to believe that they’re real just by how judgmental his stare is. Like you’re just another problem he has to deal with. Not like you aren’t.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘you’re sorry’.” The man scoffs, rolling his eyes so far that you can see the whites, his cheeks flushing a little with irritation. It’s a good look; a really pretty look on him. “Everyone’s sorry when they break all this shit, except for Toji, who gets on my ass like it’s my fault–” His lips were glossy and plump, gleaming under the light as he ranted to you. His shirt is the tightest black tank you might’ve ever seen, squeezing enough that his defined chest stands out against the fabric, his pecs were nigh and shaped so perfectly that you knew you’d good get handfuls if he let you touch. Closer to tits than anything. God, it’s making the blood rush down—.

The quick snap of fingers makes you turn to look up, the gorgeous man’s angry gaze had turned into one of amusement and slight irritation, a smirk at the corner of his lips. “Hey. Eyes up here. You haven’t earned that yet.” Earned. God, you could earn something like that? You couldn’t tell if it was the drinks talking when your mouth opened to say, “How do I?”, but you knew it was worth it based on the raised brow and minutely larger smile you got in return. You pleased him. Good.

“Let’s worry about that later, huh?” The words roll of the man’s tongue, the clack of his shoes loud as he steps forward. You glance down just to see the flash of pleaser heels before a weight that makes you sink into the cushion a bit plops down onto your lap. “Gotta clean up the mess you made first.” The smell of whiskey cologne and skin hit you like a train, the back of your throat going desert try while you squirm a little underneath the extra weight. But you certainly weren’t uncomfortable.

As if noticing your reaction, he shifts, letting his ass press down on your crotch, making your vision go all hazy. Or maybe your eyes crossed. You couldn’t tell anymore. Not after he’d started touching you.

The tip of a long black nail presses against your adam’s apple, gently dragging down your skin until it reached the top button of your shirt, slowly undoing it and two others in a smooth motion, “Naughty, naughty boy. What did you spill? Hm?” Fuck, you needed to react. To do anything. Your mouth opens to answer, but a low groan leaves instead when you feel his finger drag up the apple of your throat.

Sukuna’s tongue wraps around the tip of his finger when he pulls it away, the sight of those glossy lips suckling around the digit sending molten lava straight to your crotch. He only pulls away when he’s had his fill, letting his finger slip out with a wet pop and a hum. “Awamori. Good taste.” It’s like a purr, rumbling within his chest, which is now pressed up against yours. Your eyes flutter back open, which you didn’t even notice closed, meeting Sukuna’s mischievous gaze. “And it all went to waste. What a shame.”

His fingers pinch your chin, turning your head to face him, crimson gaze demanding all your hazy focus. “What’s a guy like you here for in the first place? Hm? Can’t just be to sit all by yourself.” One sharp pink brow (you can’t believe he dyed those too) raises as the silence drags on, and it takes at least 2 seconds for you to compose yourself to give a decent answer, “It’s my birthday. I just turned 25…”

A fake gasps leave the pretty man’s mouth, his hand coming up to cover it like he was just as surprised, “Is that right?” His mouth forms into a leering grin that exposes pearly canines, chuckling to shift himself on your lap again, a subtle sigh leaving as his ass pushes down on your steadily hardening cock. “Today’s a very special day for you, isn’t it, handsome?” You nod, making his grin soften a little. You probably had hearts in your eyes, staring up at him like a total idiot. “And 25 at that? That’s not a small number.” His voice lowers to a conspiratorial whisper, like this was a little secret between the two of you.

“No, that calls for celebration.” His head tilts, staring up at you through thick pink lashes, which flutter like glittery little butterflies in your vision, just as sparkly as the rest of him. That low growl turns a little sweet, making your ears twitch, “You wanna celebrate with me?” Fuck. He knew exactly what effect he was having on you. And what could you possibly do to stop him from taking advantage? Did you even wanna stop him?

“I, uh, I don’t have any cash on me, sir—” But that doesn’t deter him, broad shoulders lifting in a small shrug, the smug grin, “Sukuna” What? “I don’t do any of that sir shit. Unless you like that kinda thing.” Oh! His name! He’d just give you his name! The newfound information burrows into your head, the name bouncing around. Sukuna. Such a fitting name. The name repeats in your head as you feel the weight leave your lap, the automatic disappointment making your face form an expression he didn’t quite like. “Oh, don’t pout. We’re just going to the VIP lounge. Don’t wanna get interrupted, do we?” No. No you didn’t.

Hot. Everything was so hot.

The room you’re in is making you sweat a little. The blend of fancy perfumes that mixes in the air makes you feel like you’re floating, head tipped back against the couch as you stare up at the ceiling, low groans of bliss slipping past your lips. Lowly, you could hear slurping noises, echoing off the walls of the little room Sukuna had taken you to for privacy. ‘A little gift for the birthday boy’ he’d dubbed it. And this might be the best gift anyone had bothered to get you.

Hands grip your thighs, nail digging into flesh hard enough to grab you out of your pleasured filled haze enough to glance down. That head of pink hair bobs up and down, the angle showing off those glossy lips wrapped around your cock all nicely, leaving a sheen of saliva (a little glitter from his gloss mixed in) on your dick with every slide. He made such a pretty sight between your spread open legs, his knees cushioned on the thick pink carpet.

Sukuna sinks down all the way, letting your cock hit the back of his throat with a little gurgle, saliva bubbling at the corners of his mouth when his nose just barely brushed against your pubes. Just barely. A whine of either frustration or shared pleasure is let out around your shaft, your back arching up sharply from the sensations and chasing them as he slides off with a wet pop, hand wrapping around the base to let your dick slap against his tongue. And the obscene view of enough to make you twitch, precum spurting onto his tastebuds.

His mouth closes and audibly swallows the little taste you’d given him, glossy lips pressing against your mushroom tip like he was giving it a little kiss. “Fuck, you’re giving me so much to work with, birthday boy.” You could hear a bit of a strain in his voice, probably from trying to deepthroat you again and again, but to no avail. The hand around the base guides your dick to slap against his lips a few times, red eyes opening to gaze up at you. Faintly, you could see a sheen over them. “Can’t even fit it all. How do you walk around with this thing?”

But you don’t get to answer before he slides you, most of those 8 inches of you, right back into the warmth of his mouth. “Fuck…” It was like your dick was being enveloped in the best hug. A warm, wet hug that had a free hand rolling your balls in the palm of their hand.

Your fingers hesitate, twitching above Sukuna’s head, wanting so desperately to grab those pink locks and yank him down. And he sees this desperation, but doesn’t bother with shying away from you. The hand wrapped around the base of your dick moved to grab your wrist, forcing your hand to rest atop his head as he continued his work. And when you teeth one of those canines brush against a vein, all that meekness was flushed away as you gripped spiky pink strands in a tight fist.

The sudden pain makes Sukuna moan like a whore around your cock, his thighs clenching shut a little to seemingly give himself a little friction. It seemed like you weren’t the only one having a good time.

Every stroke eased you up, body slumping against the couch as you let your hand begin to guide him, your gaze never leaving his as he takes every inch his mouth can manage to. You were spurting so much pre down his throat that he could imagine the load he was gonna get out of you once you came. He was gonna be so full when this was over.

“You’re so good at this…” You let slip, eyes trying their best to stay open, or maybe not roll back as the underside of the man’s tongue drags along your shaft, swirling around the tip when he slides back up. You can see a small smile at the corners of his lips when you shudder from the brush of cold air, chuckling at you as if to say ‘of course I am’. Like he was just doing this because he had to. And for some reason, it made you a little angry.

The hand gripping his hair shoved him down, your cock hitting the back of his throat hard, and the gag that leaves him almost makes you feel sympathetic. Almost. Not enough for you not to feel the burst of pleasure that makes your stomach clench, of the saliva slides down to stain the couch underneath you as you use the man like a toy. Your hand brings his head down, forcing him to take you with every bob, gurgling and gagging around your dick while he’s at it. Hands move to grip your thighs, clinging on while you fucked his throat.

It takes only a few more thrusts before you force him down as much as you can, his struggles to breathe pushing you over the edge into bliss. Your vision whites out, cock spurting thick ropes of hot cum straight down Sukuna’s throat. Making him drink every last drop, even as he gurgles and accidentally lets some of it drip out. When you pull him up for air, strings of saliva and spunk connect from his mouth to your tip, his chest heaving and a few coughs are even forced out of him as he greedily sucks in all the air he can manage. He looked so pathetic like this. The sight made you realize your dick was still half hard, trying its best to stiffen up again.

You were wondering what else came with your gift.

“Y-Yes, yes, yes!”

The slap of skin on skin echoed in the VIP room like gunshots, audible enough to leave no second thoughts behind about what was going on in that room. That, and the high pitched gasps being bring forced out of Sukuna with each breath he tried to take, cheek pressed down against the soft cushion beneath him. The one his nails had sunken into looking for something to cling onto.

Hands gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, the ruffled black skirt Uraume helped him pick out now pooling around his waist to let you see everything he had to offer. And you were very much enjoying the view before you. Eyes locked onto the sight of tan asscheeks rippling every time they met your hips, a light pink shade visible on the skin from how hard you were thrusting into him from behind.

You were deep. So fucking deep. All 8 inches of cock that his mouth couldn’t handle his hole was taking at full force, legs slightly shaking when you bottomed out like nothing, like you weren’t rearranging his insides to fit your shape. His teeth clamped down on his bottom lip, the side of his face shoved into the cushion to try and mask how much he liked this. Which he was woefully unsuccessful at, as at that moment you finally found the spot you were looking for.

“F-Fuck!” The squeal that leaves him makes his face flush to match his ass in shade. And he didn’t think he could get any redder than before. The hands on his hips pull them up higher, forcing the pink haired man into a deeper arch that lets you hit his sweet spot with almost every thrust inside. A groan rumbles inside your chest, head tipping back to stare up with the ceiling like God was speaking to you. “Holy shit.” And holy shit was right.

Sex was never a luxury you could afford with how frequently you worked, being left with your hand and the occasional one night stand. You’d forgotten how good it felt to fuck into someone like this, feeling their walls spasm around you desperately, the intimacy of skin on skin contact. And of fucking the brains out of the man who’s been teasing you all night long.

When you glance back down, you can see a frothy circle clinging to Sukuna’s rim, and making a little ring around your dick. Your precum and his saliva mixing with every pump. A little squelch between you now audible as you were sinking into him deeper than before. It made a heat pool in the pit of your stomach. “Shit, Sukuna–”

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” Sukuna groans out, head finally raising from the couch slightly to look over his shoulder, mouth in an ‘O’ shape while his eyes had gained that hazy film both of you now shared. With a trembling bottom lip, you hear him whimper out, “Goin’ in so deep!”

Your cock throbs so hard inside him that he gasps from the feeling, one of his hands leaving the cushion to reach behind him and grip your hip, clinging onto you for support while you showed no mercy. Every inch stretches out him in ways no one had before, forcing sounds out that he’d rather die than let anyone else listen to. With every stroke, you make his brain short circuit, drool seeping out of the side of his mouth to stain the couch below. “You’re in my fuckin’ stomach”

His once mellow voice had pitched up to that of a whine, bouncing with every thrust you sent up into him, drilling his insides like it was your job. Sukuna feels a weight press him down, your chest flush with his back, one hand moving to the one gripping your hip and interlocking your fingers. Slightly chapped lips press against the side of his neck in a mock kiss. It’s so hot, every part of both of your bodies feels like they’re on fire.

“So fucking good for me. You’re amazing.” You can barely recognize your own voice, hidden between a sweaty shoulder and neck, closer to a growl than a moan. It makes Sukuna shudder, head tipping back to rest against your shoulder, no longer caring about hiding from the pleasure you were giving him as his cock pressed against the couch, leaking buckets.

“Fuck me, keep fucking me.” His voice bordered on begging, his hips rolling to meet every thrust with an eagerness and skill that reminded you of his job. Of where both of you were. But you could no longer give a shit about the coworkers who’d probably already left to go home, or the unattended drinks you left at that table as you let Sukuna drag you into the vip lounge by your collar. All you gave a fuck about right now was making the both of you cum harder than you’d ever have.

Which by now, seemed closer than either of you had anticipated judging by the heat building in your lower guy. You groan against the side of Sukuna’s neck, eyes clenched shut as your pace quickens, raising his moans up a pitch. “G-God, I’m close.”

His insides tighten around you, moans flowing through your ears as he slightly turns, “Fuck, me too. It’s too good.” The man mewls, his other hand coming to grip the back of your head, nails scratching against your scalp, “Give it to me. C’mon, give it to me.” His words dissolve into pleas as the both of you get closer and closer, Sukuna’s eyes trying their best to roll into his own head. But you? You were barely clinging on, beginning to groan out with every thrust, feeling his walls spasm around you so nicely, his whines only pushing you further.

“Gimme your cum. Fucking give it to me, I deserve it.” Almost there, almost fucking there— “Please, please I need that shit so badly. I want your babies.” Jesus Christ. Your eyes roll back, a mix between a groan and a whine tumbling out as that heat bursts behind your gut, a supernova bursting over your eyes as you’re pushed to release, hips slamming down into the man below you like a pliant toy.

Sukuna’s body tenses, a needy whine he didn’t even think he could manage being pulled out of him as a rush of heat floods his sore insides, spurts after spurt of your cum coating every inch of his walls. God, god, god. “Fuck…” His own orgasm hits him like a truck, cock twitching erratically as pearly white strands shoot across the cushion and hard enough to reach his chest, walls spasming around your dick. Like he was trying to milk every last drop you had left.

Eventually, his legs give out and he collapses down into his own mess, limp and satisfied, only groaning when he feels you do the same. Landing on top of him. The weight is weirdly comforting, grounding him as both his mind and yours drift away in the bliss of the afterglow. In the back of his mind, he can feel your hands still interlocked, and he squeezes them gently. You squeeze back.

With your face still tucked into the side of his neck again, you feel your eyes begin to drift shut. The embarrassment of falling asleep would be all encompassing if you could manage to care. And as you drift off into the land of sleep, you hear a low and exhausted voice whisper to you, “Happy Birthday.”

[yvesainted]

⋆˚꩜｡ MY NEEDY BOY

summary. ever since you and tim got together, he’s been unable to keep his hands off of you (or his mind). and he doesn’t know why.

tags: subbottom!tim, top!reader. established relationship, roommate!reader (you and tim are in college), desperate!tim, oral sex (deepthroating), face-slapping (with dick), daddy kink, slight dumbification, mild degradation, barely there southern!reader, lots of spit (tim makes a mess)

wc: 917

a/n: baby’s first smut (that i’ve posted). any criticism or comments, just send them in! i hope you degenerates enjoy. also i don’t use ai, i just love me some commas and quotations. (update: ignore any errors you see, i made this at 4am)

Tim doesn’t like to think of himself as the desperate kind. He’s a mix between too prideful, and too self-deprecating to ever think himself the kind of guy to fall on his knees for someone, or find some random man or woman invading his mind. He thinks Dick is a much better fit for that type of yearning.

But that statement then begs the question of why. Why is he in the position he’s in now? Kneeling on the carpeted floor of your dorm, mouth wrapped around the biggest dick he’s ever had the pleasure of seeing in his life. Dark locks scrunched up in a tight fist as you used him like a toy.

You guys met about 8 months ago now. You, having been assigned as his new dorm mate, and Tim, being left angry that he no longer had his own room anymore. After all, who hadn’t heard all the horror stories of getting stinky roommates with hentai on his laptop, or the degenerate sex pests who kept you up at all hours of the night.

But shockingly enough: you were none of those.

Instead, he got a roommate who cleaned up after himself, smelled like the best aftershave in existence, and who gave Tim a stiffy doing the simplest of tasks. Again, Tim wasn’t the type to be desperate! Not at all!

He wasn’t desperate when he asked you out in that date with cherry red cheeks. He wasn’t desperate when you guys had your first kiss in a packed movie theater. So when did all of this happen? When did you turn him into a slut for cock?

If he could think about it right now, he knows he’d be so embarrassed. But being embarrassed wouldn’t even be a turn off at the moment. Instead, his brain is racing with the thought of how good you taste on his tongue; how he can feel the wetness of his own drool as it slides down the side of his chin to wet the collar of the shirt he stole from you. The loud, obscene sounds of him gagging every time your tip hits the back of his throat.

Above him, he can hear you chuckling. Or what seems to be a mix of a chuckle and a groan. Either way, knows his face can’t flush any redder than it already is.

“Aw, you havin’ fun down there, Timmy?” That drawl is enough to make his thighs clench together, big blues opening up to gaze above, a sheen of wetness over them like he was close to tears. Tim seemed to have no idea just how adorable he looked down there. And you didn’t mind reminding him.

“Yeah. Bet you are.” The hand gripping his hair forced him down until his nose was buried in an array of pubes, coughing and sputtering around the dick trying to train his throat open. Tim knows he’s making such a mess, but any thought about how much of a bitch this would be to clean melts when you slide out abruptly, leaving him panting for air.

A string of saliva follows, breaking to land on the slippery mess that’s coagulated with how long it’s been on the bottom of his face. Those dazed blue eyes go wide, Tim’s swollen bottom lip trembling slightly. “Wait—” But his attempt to speak is halted by your dick slapping against his red cheek, turning his protest into a shocked little yelp.

“Mm, you already made a mess. Might as well add, right?” And you move to slap it on his other cheek, watching long black lashes flutter as Tim practically sinks into the floor from the act. The boy tries to hide it, but you knew he was a cock slut the day you both met. He had that look to him. And you never seemed to be wrong about these things.

The boy’s face turns, placing open mouth kisses around the slick shaft as you slap it against swollen lips. The sight makes you twitch, which Tim clearly approves of based on his whimper of satisfaction. “Needy, needy boy. Just can’t get enough, can you?” As you speak, Tim subtly attempts to slide you back into his mouth, a desperate whine slipping out when you pull him back by his hair.

“That’s not how we ask for things, Timmy.” The condescension in your voice is enough to make Tim’s own cock throb hard in his jeans, just begging for a release he wasn’t gonna be getting tonight. Fuck, why did you have this effect on him? Why did he love it? Why did he let his mouth open, sticky with your precum, to mewl like a meek bitch, “Please, please, please—”

“Please, what?” It seemed your cruel streak wasn’t over yet, as the grip on his scalp tightened to the point he let out a gasp of pain (though he didn’t mind the sting), his knees aching from being on the floor for so long and his neck beginning to feel the same. All things he could ignore if you just put that fat dick right back where it belonged.

The ceiling light catches onto teary baby blues, a sight that would’ve had you buckling if not for Tim’s next words taking the cake. “Daddy, please. Please put your dick back in my mouth, I wanna taste your cum. I need to swallow all—“ Balls clap against his chin loudly as you force your way back inside, Tim’s throat immediately protesting the sudden intrusion with a hard gag. But his eyes? Those speak to your soul.

Use me, they plead. Use me until you can’t anymore.

And who were you to deny such a request?