summary: eight years later, you finally return to tokyo and find yourself caught in the middle of a violent gang war between the two most ruthless criminal organizations of tokyo’s underworld, forced to choose between blood and love.
content+warning: breeding, sir kink, brat taming, office sex, riding, teasing, clothed sex, edging, pet names, established relationship, cervix fucking.
#: @manjiroscum @bubble4u @zehrbear @sanoinc
⊱ a/n: if fatui so bad, then why hot? Also big thank u to gabby 4 reading this for me first thing in the morning. 😭
“Please— please move..” You whimper as you shift uncomfortably in Pantalone’s lap — his thick, long girth stretching you out as the tip nests unbearably against your cervix. Your skirt bunched up around your waist, and your panties pushed to the side to accommodate his cock.
“Oh,” He places his hand on your thigh, gripping your soft skin harshly enough to leave marks and causing you to halt your actions. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “But wasn’t this your idea, dear?” His words come off smooth, and you don’t miss the teasing lilt behind them as he continues looking over the critical documents in front of him.
You groan in annoyance, and your lover laughs. “Patience.” He reprimands.
You watch idly as Pantalone’s attention shifts back to business details in front of him, occasionally mentioning bits and pieces of how his affairs are going and the progress of the northland bank. He hinted at annoyance as he begrudgingly brought up something about missing fur.
You made it quite apparent that you weren’t interested in the small talk, more preoccupied with more significant problems.
“You’re being a brat.” He places the papers down neatly along with his glasses before sighing. “If an orgasm is all I have to give you to behave, then so be it.”
❀ bodyguard!gojo x actress!reader x bodyguard!geto
❀ wc | 7.3k
❀ cw | nsfw, threesome, brat taming, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), face sitting, voyuerism, degradation, squirting, orgasm denial, use of pet name daddy, like three spanks, dumbification, aftercare
“gojo, you’re supposed to be protecting me! it’s quite literally your job.” you snorted and crossed your arms. geto snickered, looking down at the hardwood floors and standing next to the man in question.
“relax, i only looked away for like half a second. besides, you’re still alive, are you not?” the white-haired man quipped, a lopsided grin spreading onto his shiny lips.
“relax, i only looked away for like half a second. besides, you’re still alive, are you not?” the white-haired man quipped, a lopsided grin spreading onto his shiny lips.
“i don’t even know how the hell you still have this job. and geto you don’t get to laugh either! you weren’t any help.” you squinted your eyes in geto’s direction as he threw his hands up in surrender. “my event starts at 8:30. am i asking for too much for you to get me there and back safely?” you raised your arched eyebrows.
“no ma’am. won’t happen again.” gojo reassured you, nodding his head. geto followed suit, lacing his hands together in front of his body. you exhaled and rolled your eyes, leaving out from the living room of your home.
“bitch.” gojo mumbled under his breath, causing your head to snap back towards him. he swore you had some kind of super hearing.
“what?”
“oh, i didn’t say anything. we’ll be in the car waiting for you.” geto shook his head and opened the front door, heading out to the car with gojo nipping at his heels.
“you’re gonna get us fired, satoru.” geto adjusted the stray hairs that fell out of his bun, hopping into the driver’s seat of the black, tinted car parked in front of your home.
“blah, blah. she can’t fire us. no one else wants to deal with a brat like that. we can handle her for a little while longer.” gojo sighed, plopping down onto the passenger seat. he reclined back a bit, placing his hands behind his head.
he was right, word had gotten around to bodyguard services. you were an absolute nightmare, the actress no one wanted to be around. everyone thought were high maintenance, demanding, and controlling. they called you the godzilla of the industry, though you didn’t find any of that funny. you had fired at least a dozen guards and geto & gojo were your newest victims. so far they had lasted 2 months, which was a lot longer than some of your previous guards.
“besides, i still haven’t got to fuck her. i told you i’d fuck her before you do.” gojo glanced over at his best friend for a moment.
“i don’t know, satoru. you haven’t seen the way she looks at me.” geto rested his elbow on the middle console, holding his head up with his hand, his lips curling into a smirk.
“it won’t matter if i taste her first. i’ll fuck the brat right out of her. maybe that’s why she has such a nasty attitude—she needs someone to fuck it out of her.”
“we’ll see.” geto wasn’t a man of many words. he preferred to take action. he was plotting on you.
an hour passed before you strutted out in an emerald green mini dress, the soft moonlight shining onto your smooth skin. you slipped into the backseat, geto watching you from the rear-view mirror. what he wouldn’t give to jump in the backseat and stuff his cock into your pretty plump lips.
“fucking drive! you’re gonna make me late.” you spat, a scowl placed on your face as you looked up from your phone.
“got it, sorry y/n.” geto placed the car in drive and sped off towards your destination. gojo chuckled at your insolence, staring out of the window at the passing buildings and lights.
“and satoru, what the hell are you looking so smug about it? god, you get on my nerves.” you scoffed. he didn’t respond, the awkward silence deafening. he had put up with your sour attitude all weekend, not wanting to hear anything else from you unless it was you begging for his cock. the rest of the car ride was silent, the radio playing at a low volume.
the three of you pulled up to the small charity event at some big ceo’s mansion, only a few cameras outside. it was a private event, so the lack of paparazzi and crazed fans was almost orgasmic to you.
“alright, kid.” gojo grunted as he opened your car door, helping you step out.
“i told you stop calling me that.” gripping your clutch, you walked towards the front door with geto and gojo trailing behind, their eyes darting around to examine your surroundings. the host greeted you and went off to grab drinks and make small talk with guests. the pair separated from you, but weren’t too far away to where they couldn’t get to you if needed.
two hours passed by and you were getting annoyed by your bra. you honestly didn’t need one on with your dress, but you put it on anyway and you regretted that decision. finally having enough, you asked the host to point you toward a bathroom so you could fix yourself up. he showed you to the nearest bathroom which was inside of the guest bedroom.
“suguru, satoru, i’m going to the bathroom. i have to fix my dress.” you addressed the two before disappearing down the hallway. gojo was too busy flirting with some lady to hear what you said, but geto soon followed behind you. you opened the bedroom door, looking at him over your shoulder.
“you don’t need to babysit me while i use the restroom. no one is hiding in the bathroom waiting to kidnap me.” you rolled your eyes, stepping into the room and heading towards the bathroom door.
“just doing the job you hired me to do.” he replied dryly, shutting the door behind him once he crossed the threshold.
“whatever, you’re fucking insufferable. can you unzip my dress please?” the please you added on at the end did very little to cover up the venom laced in your words. geto took a step toward you, his icy hands reaching for the zipper on the back of your dress. a shiver creeped up your spine when the tip of his finger brushed up against your back, his hands swiftly unzipping your dress.
“thanks. geto, what are y-” geto’s hands reached around your body, his left hand wrapping around your throat and his right cupping your heat beneath your dress. you let out a breathless gasp as his large hand squeezed the sides of your throat.
“god, you never shut up, do you? you like running that pretty mouth of yours when it should be preoccupied with other things.” his breath fanned your ear, his lips trailing sloppy kisses down your jaw. “got such a nasty attitude and i was wondering why. but then, i figured it out. poor little slut just needs to cum. isn’t that right?” his fingers pinching your clit, a squeal escaping your glossed lips. you whimpered, shaking your head and denying everything he was saying as he rubbed the swollen nub in circles over your panties. you couldn’t deny your attraction to geto, and here he was fulfilling your fantasies. his fingers felt so much better than yours did whenever you would cream around your dainty fingers to the thought of geto pounding into you.
“geto… please.” you begged breathlessly, your body relaxing into his touch, head lolling against his shoulder.
“tell me what you need, sweetheart. i can help you loosen up.”
“p-please make me cum.” you squeezed your eyes in shut in embarrassment as you bucked your hips into his hands, the ache in your core growing angrier by the second. something about being so vulnerable and submissive to him ignited a flame in you. you were so used to being the controlling and dominant person in every situation, to be so submissive during sex only seemed right. you wanted to relinquish all power and just focus on feeing good. geto knew you needed it and so did you.
“pretty baby just needs to cum, yeah?” he cooed into your ear, rubbing your needy clit with more urgency, a moan spilling into the atmosphere. you nodded, your hand wrapping around the wrist that was still settled on your neck.
“yes. help me cum, suguru.” the use of his first name flipped a switch in his head. the way it rolled off of your tongue had his cock pulsing in his pants. he knew that right now he just wanted to make you feel good. so he could wait it out. he slipped your dress down to your feet, helping you step out of the pooled fabric by your feet. he reached around you to unclasp your bra and laid you down on the bed, crawling behind you and pressing your back to his chest. the thought of cumming all over the host’s untouched sheets shouldn’t have been as exciting as it was.
geto took his time with hands exploring your body. you turned your head to the side, his lips engulfing yours, mouths moving in sync in a passionate kiss. his hands never stopped moving around your naked body. he took both of your tits into his hands and gave them a harsh squeeze, rolling your nipples around in between his fingers. you gasped, granting him access to push his tongue inside of your mouth, tongues entangling with one another. he swallowed your moans as his hand traveled back down to your now bare cunt. he broke the kiss to lean down and look at the lewd sight between your legs.
he sharply inhaled as he pulled your lips apart with his fingers, moaning at the slick glistening your folds. your essence covered your inner thighs, hissing at the cold air brushing against your cunt. geto took a finger and ran it down the length of your slit, your hole seeping out your juices as it clenched around nothing.
“fuck… is this all for me? i’ve barely touched you.” he mocked, chuckling as you squirmed underneath him. you nodded and whined, hoping he’d soon thrust his fingers into your needy hole.
“‘s all for you.” your voice was trembling with anticipation, your hands gripping onto his bicep as two of his nimble fingers pushed their way into your hole. you gasped, jaw falling slack as your cunt squeezed around his digits, jolting at the intrusion. you whispered a string of curses as he stretched out your right hole, grinding his palm against your clit as he continued thrusting his fingers into you.
“so fuckin’ tight, squeezing my fingers like a good fuckin’ girl.” he praised, lips attaching to that sweet spot on your neck. you arched your back, raising up off of his chest slightly, your choked out moans like music to his ears. his digits curled up into you, caressing and massaging the spongy spot within your walls.
“oh my g- suguruuu, fuck!” you whined, attempting to close your legs around his hand. geto pried your thighs back open, delivering a sharp smack to your sticky cunt as he withdrew his fingers from your heat. with his digits glistening with your arousal, they rubbed at your wet folds, your clit pulsating with his rapid movements. his free hand wrapped itself around your throat once more, turning your face in his direction. your glossy eyes were lidded and glazed over, your bottom lip tucked into your mouth with a few stray hairs falling in front of your face that were sticking to the thin sheen of sweat that glazed your face.
“this is all you needed, baby, isn’t it? you’re such a good little slut for me. you just needed someone to make you cum.” he spoke softly, contrasting the bruising grip he had on your throat. your jaw went slack, a silent and choked out scream threatening to release. you nodded your head, your eyes stuck on his almost black colored orbs.
“i’m your good little s-slut. oh god, suguruuu. can i please cum? please.” you whispered, eager for your release. your cunt was contracting as he continued his relentless assault on your sensitive clit. eyes never leaving each other. the intimacy of the eye contact only pushed you further over the edge, your body quaking under his touch, orgasm threatening to spill over at any second.
“cum on my fingers, sweetheart. let it out.” geto purred, hovering his lips over yours as he watched your body tense up, a rush of ecstasy befalling you as the heat from your climax spread throughout your skin. your hips spasmed, bucking up into his hands. he crashed his lips onto yours, swallowing your blaring moans that threatened to travel through the walls of the bedroom. your hands found their way to his tresses, gripping his locks as he helped you ride out your orgasm. the scent of your arousal flooding both of your nostrils, your mind hazy with his soft lips engulfing yours. a thin string of spit connecting your mouths as he pulled his head back, bringing his slick covered fingers up to your swollen lips.
“open.” he commanded. you obeyed, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as he slotted 3 fingers inside. you sighed as your mouth wrapped around his digits, sucking and swirling your tongue around them, the taste of your sweet cunt filling your mouth. geto cursed under his breath at the sight of you bobbing your head on his fingers, just imagining how much better you’d look with his cock in your mouth. “good fuckin’ girl.”
he removed his fingers from your mouth, reaching around to grope your breasts, nibbling softly on your earlobe. “feel better, sweetheart?”
“yes, s’good.” you exhaled, throwing your head back on his shoulder, a big grin plastered on your blissed out face.
“gonna be a good girl for me and satoru now?” he questioned, his eyes focused on your euphoric expressions. you responded with a simple “mhm”, both of your hands tangled in his hair.
“gonna stop being a brat if i just fuck you whenever you need it, hm? fuck that sour attitude right out of you.” his hands moving down to massage your hips. you melted under his touch.
“yes, please.” you let out a low moan, moving your hands to hover over his, letting your hands guide his over every inch of your frame.
“let’s get back, yeah? the event’s just about over, but if you’d like to leave early we can do that too.” you agreed and sat up, allowing geto to move out from behind you and straighten out his suit. standing from the bed, you grabbed your dress from the floor and shimmied back into it. you stepped into the bathroom to fix your hair in the mirror and reapply the lip gloss that had smeared all over your lips, beckoning geto to come zip you up again. he did as he was told, leading you to the exit.
just as you were about to leave, you tripped over his foot, losing your balance. you almost toppled over before he grabbed your arm, hoisting you back up.
“you idiot. watch where you’re g-“ he gripped your hip with one hand, pressing his erection against your behind.
“what happened to being my good little slut? mind your manners.” you swallowed, the ache in your core slowly returning. you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of a response. besides, you only agreed with whatever he was saying in the heat of the moment. you didn’t actually think he was serious. you were planning on this being a one-time thing before you fired him and gojo, but obviously he had other plans.
he trailed behind you as you walked out, your eyes landing gojo who was standing by the entrance, leaning his slender limbs against the wall. his eyes met with geto’s and smirked, knowing exactly what he had just done.
“well i’ve been looking for the two of you for quite sometime.”
“i had to fix my dress and geto was there to make sure no one kidnapped me. you know, doing his job.” you retorted, squinting at gojo.
“now i’m no expert, but i don’t think fixing a dress takes 20 minutes.”
“you’re right, it doesn’t. i was avoiding trying to deal with an imbecile named gojo satoru.” you felt geto’s fingers discreetly pinch at your side, causing you to jolt away from him, now sandwiched between the two men. “let’s just fucking go.” you stormed off towards the car, not bothering to say goodbye to any of the guests.
“aw, you got her all worked up.” gojo laughed, nudging his best friend as they strolled outside.
“she’s a stubborn one. i’m not done with her though.” geto stuffed his hands into the pockets of his slacks.
“don’t think you can hog her all to yourself. i’m not as nice as you.” gojo hummed before getting into the car, watching you shift uncomfortably in the back seat as geto got in.
the entire ride home was silent. you hadn’t made a snide remark or barked orders at the two for the full duration of it. you only stared out of the window, flashbacks of geto’s hands wrapped around your throat and fingers stuffing your cunt, haunting your mind. his soft praises and rough touch sending your mind into a frenzy. then your mind wandered to the thought of his cock splitting you in half. you hadn’t seen it, but from the way it poked at your back and ass, you knew it was bigger than any you’ve ever had.
gojo tapped your knee, snapping you back to reality. “come on, you’re home.” you unbuckled your seatbelt as geto opened your door, his lip upturned ever so slightly. you darted your eyes to the floor and slid out of your seat. why was he making you so flustered? you exhaled, remembering that they had finished for the night and you wouldn’t have to see them for another two days. relief washed over you. you would have time to get it together before you had to see geto again. you waved them off and walked inside your home, shutting the door behind you.
if you were so relieved to not see geto’s face, why were you stretching yourself open with your favorite pink dildo and moaning out his name, squirting all over your luxury duvet. he was practically living in your head no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself that it wouldn’t happen again. honestly, you wanted it to happen again and again and again. you wanted him pounding into you every day and taking his frustrations out on you. you wanted to be his good girl and do whatever he told you to, his pretty little cocksleeve.
you tossed your dildo to the side once you finished, throwing on your favorite silk robe to go downstairs, deciding you needed a drink. you popped open a bottle of pinot grigio, pouring yourself a glass to ease your mind. one glass turned to two, then three, then four. eventually, you found yourself dancing around your living room with your speaker blasting your music, all your thoughts melting away and geto on the back burner.
you got too caught up in the music to hear the ringing of your doorbell, gyrating around the couch while still sipping on your wine. it was fair to say that you had a bit too much to drink. you had only planned on one glass to relax, but getting tipsy wasn’t part of the original plan.
the doorbell rang once again, but this time heard it. you turned down your music with a groan, stomping over to the door. you didn’t even bother looking through the peephole before you swung the door open, freezing for a moment before irritation washed over you, throwing your head back in frustration.
geto & gojo stood at the door, confused at your reaction.
“ugh, what do you two want?” your words slurred ever so slightly as you leaned against the door, glaring at the pair. you wouldn’t need them for the next two days, so why were they here?
“hello to you too, y/n.” gojo chuckled, barging into your home despite your protests. geto followed behind him, spotting the almost empty wine bottle sitting on your kitchen counter.
“you having fun tonight?” geto nodded his head towards the bottle, watching you close the door and approach the two.
“i was until you two shitfaces showed up.” you took another sip from your glass before gojo removed it from your grasp. “hey! what are doing?”
“i think you’ve had enough. we came here because geto left his wallet here, but it seems we need to babysit.” gojo leaned up against the island, folding his arms over his chest as he sized you up from atop his glasses. he set your unfinished glass next to him, geto leaning against the wall next to him.
“i don’t need fucking babysitters. i’m a grown woman who can handle her own liquor.” you snorted. “i didn’t hire you two to watch over my alcohol habits.”
“you hired us to protect you, no? we’re protecting you from the dangers of liquor.” geto replied.
“oh my god, i hate the both of you. you can’t do your fucking jobs right and can’t follow simple directions. i am your boss, you do what i say and i’m telling you to leave!” you fumed. you swore smoke was blowing out of your nostrils from how livid you were. you were trying to enjoy your alone time and forget about the men who were now standing directly in front of you. you rubbed a hand down your face, sucking in a deep breath. “both of you are fired. just leave.”
geto hummed, stalking over to your smaller frame. “you can’t fire us. no one else will put up with a brat like you.”
“someone will. someone who can actually do their fucking job.” you scoffed.
“and to think, i thought you were my good girl.” geto cooed, grabbing your face in between his fingers, forcing eyes to bore into his. that ache in your core returned, the alcohol only intensifying it.
“i-i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you lied through your teeth, flickering your gaze over to gojo who was intently watching your movements.
“you don’t remember creaming all over my fingers and begging me to let you cum? cause i remember.” you swallowed hard and shook your head in denial, refusing to let him win this stupid game. it was even worse for you now that satoru was in the room. of course he knew what happened, but you didn’t think he did.
“satoru, she says she doesn’t remember.” he called out to his friend, his gaze never wavering.
“i think we might have to help her remember. what do you think, suguru?” gojo sneered, walking up behind you and pressing his bulge against the small of your back. his hands went to grip your sides, his thumb rubbing small circles over the silky fabric of your robe. you chewed on your bottom lip, the liquor in your system fueling your erotic thoughts about taking both of your bodyguards at the same time.
“yeah. i think we need to jog your memory, pretty girl. we’ll make sure you don’t forget this time.” geto slid his thumb along your bottom lip, watching you through half lidded eyes. “would you like us to help you remember, sweetheart?” he questioned.
you were quiet for a moment, contemplating your options. you could go the easy route and tell them to leave and find new bodyguards, but you never took the easy route.
“yes, please.” you sighed, two sets of hands roaming your body. you couldn’t tell which hands belonged to who, but you didn’t care, the adrenaline clouding your judgement. geto pulled away from you and guided you to your bedroom. gojo’s hands roamed your body as you walked, his fingers sending shivers up your spine.
“oh. what’s this?” gojo picked up the pink dildo you had left lying on your bed from earlier. the color drained from your face while you looked down at your toes. embarrassment crashed over your body.
“it’s nothing, just put it down.” you stammered, reaching your hand out to swipe the toy from him. gojo tsked and jerked his hand back just out of your grasp.
“you could’ve just called if you wanted me to stretch that pretty pussy out.” geto hands wrapped around your front, working to untie your robe. it fell to the floor, exposing your completely naked body to him once more. gojo’s tongue slid across his bottom lip, drinking in your beauty. “did you at least think of me while you got yourself off?” you whimpered, geto’s warm hands palming your breasts, his tender touch sending you into submission. you nodded your head, watching gojo approach the two of you. he looked down at you melting under geto’s touch, his cock twitching in his sweats.
“you don’t mind if we share you, do you?” gojo leaned down, his lips centimeters away from yours, his breath heating your face.
“please.” you choked out, squeezing your thighs together. gojo’s lips landed on yours, devouring your mouth as if it was his last day on earth. your tongues collided, swirling around each other and moving in sync. you gasped into his mouth when geto’s finger began circling your clit, sucking on your neck, leaving hickeys behind. you separated from gojo, a soft moan falling from your lips. your eyes fluttered shut, holding onto gojo for support.
“shit, princess, you look so fucking beautiful.” gojo murmured, ducking his head to attack the other side of your neck. both sides of your neck were being ravished by the two men, the absolute bliss causing your eyes to roll back. you laced your fingers through both sets of heads, tugging on them as geto’s finger worked faster on your swollen nub. you mewled, pushing your chest onto gojo’s.
“fuck, i need to taste her.” gojo ripped you away from geto’s grasp. “come sit on my face while you suck him off.” he demanded as he laid down near the edge of the bed. you hesitated before crawling onto the bed, straddling his face with your knees perched on either side of his face. your count hovered over his face, your arousal threatening to drip onto his lips. his arms snaked around your thighs, lowering your hips until he comfortably placed his mouth on your folds. he ran his tongue along the length of your slit, flicking his tongue on your clit. he moaned, relishing the sweetness of your arousal, the vibrations sending a tingle up your spine.
“come on, sweetheart. you wanna make me feel good?” geto’s stood over you, his shadow blocking the dim lights of your bedroom. you moaned while gojo sucked on your clit like a pacifier, groping your ass and giving it a light smack. your fingers pulled the waistband of geto’s sweats down, freeing his cock from his boxers, mouth watering as you watched his erection hit his abdomen once it sprung free. your hunch about his cock was right. he was huge. the crown of his cock was a pretty pink, his shaft thick enough to split you in half with his length curving upwards.
“so big..” you gasped, looking up at him through your lashes as your hand wrapped around the base, stroking him slowly with your thumb swiping over his slit. he hissed, looking down at you with a carnal desire. you jerked forward, the sudden push of gojo’s tongue working open your hole pulling a mewl from your lips. your mouth gaped open, allowing geto push it down onto his cock, watching you gag around his length.
“sorry, sweetheart, you took too long.” he grunted, thrusting his cock into your mouth. saliva fell from the sides of your lips as his tip jabbed the back of your throat. you coughed around him, moving your hand to grip his thigh while he bucked his hips. gojo palmed at his length through his sweats, lapping up your juices while listening to you choke around geto’s cock.
“finally putting that mouth to—fuck—to good use, huh? can’t talk with my cock shoved down your throat.” geto teased, cursing under his breath at how your throat swallowed around him. you hummed, eyes watering and tears spilling onto your face. you hollowed out your cheeks while you sucked him, trying your best to ignore the burning sensation in your jaw as his hips continued to rut into your warmth. gojo’s tongue pressed up against your g spot, his nose brushing against your clit. your muffled cries halted after geto retracted his hips, freeing your mouth. your face covered in saliva and tears and your lips swollen from the assault. as soon as his cock left your tongue, you panted before letting out a rasped scream, gojo’s mouth back on your clit.
“f-fuck! i’m gonna cum! fuck, satoru!” you sobbed, grinding your hips down on his face. your fingers pinched your nipples while you rode gojo, your hips stuttering and body tensing up.
“i don’t remember giving you permission to cum. only good girls get to cum.” geto gripped your face in his hands, squeezing your cheeks together as your brows knitted together. you were so close, almost there, sensing the coil in your core beginning to snap when gojo lifted your hips off of him and slid out from under you, wiping your essence off of his chin. you whined, letting your lower body fall limp.
“no, please! i’ll be a good girl, just let me cum!” you pleaded, your eyes glossing over. geto couldn’t help but smile at your desperation.
“you have to show us what a good girl you are. can you do that?” his tone was condescending. he talked at you like you were incompetent, like you unable to obey his words. though you could hear how he spoke down to you, you were too desperate to cum to care about how he spoke to you. if anything, the humiliation of it all was igniting a spark in you, sending a fiery ache to your core.
“yes, i can show you i’m a good girl, i promise.” you purred, leaning on his chest while gojo joined him by his side, stroking his lengthy cock and admiring the lustful expression etched onto your face. “i’m your good girl, your good little slut.”
“so you do remember, don’t you?” he teased, his hands releasing your face. you nodded your head eagerly. “open.” he tapped your cheek, watching you obey his command and open your mouth, a line of spit leaving his and landing on your tongue. you swallowed, hearing gojo curse at the filthy sight, struggling to ignore the throbbing ache that was cursing your cunt. the memory of your ruined orgasm left you hot and bothered, whining and pressing your thighs together, you rocked back and forth to create friction, hoping to ease your insatiable desire.
“i’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy, okay? c’mon, ass up face down.” geto moved behind you on the bed, watching you get in position. gojo palmed at his cock, finding a seat in a chair across from your bed. “put on a show for satoru, can you do that? show him what he’s missing.”
geto pressed his palm into your back and watched as you arched it more, your eyes trained on gojo’s across the room. he ogled at your ass and spread it open, a glob of spit landing on your puckered hole. you bit down your lip, sighing at his saliva trickling down to your throbbing cunt, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit and sliding up and down your folds.
“you’re going to take what i give you. do you understand?”
“suguruuuu… please.” whining, you rolled your hips back, waiting for his cock to slide into you. his hand cocked back and delivered a sharp smack to your ass, hefty hands gripping the same spot. you cried out, the piercing pain causing you to bury your face in the sheets.
“such a needy slut.” you whined as he lined his cock up with your entrance, his hands traveling to your hips, giving them a bruising squeeze. you gasped as he bottomed out inside of you in one harsh thrust, a hiss escaping his pursed lips. your walls burned from the sudden intrusion. the way your cunt convulsed around his cock was cruel. he grunted as he stretched out you out. you were practically thrashing under him as you tried your hardest to adjust to his thickness.
“mmph- suguru, i c-can’t! fuck! p-please, wait.” you cried out, tears pouring down your face. you turned your face to the side, trying to catch the breath that he had knocked out of you.
“aht aht. what did i say?” he tsked, halting his movements completely. a smug look decorated his face as he watched your body go limp in defeat.
“i take what you give me- shit!” you cursed as he drove his cock back into you.
“such a pathetic fucking slut.” he spat, his voice now spiteful and uncaring. your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the pressure building in your core getting to be too much and you needed release. your eyes found their way back to gojo, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, hands fisting his cock.
“was being such a—shit—a brat earlier, now you can’t even tell me what you want? isn’t this what you wanted, princess? being such a fuckin’ brat because you just wanted daddy’s big fat cock to stretch out this tight little pussy? you should say thank you.” your fervid moans like music to his ears, cream spilling out from your swollen cunt onto the comforter below you.
“thank you, daddy!” you choked out before your head was only swarming with thoughts of geto’s cock splitting you half. you couldn’t form words and could barely comprehend what he was saying, your eyes glazing over as the raging sensation of your impending orgasm washed over you.
“my pretty little slut wants to come?” he cooed, biting back a moan as your cunt fluttering around his length. he threw his head back and pursed his lips, his cock throbbing inside of you. you nodded frantically, mewling and digging your nails into the palm of your hand.
“gonna be a good girl if daddy lets you come?” his thrusts slowed drastically, a sinister smile appearing on his face. your eyes widened when he slowed down, his calloused fingers finding your swollen clit and stroking it.
“yesyesyesyes! i’ll be your good girl. please, let me cum all over your cock. pleasepleaseplease.” you wept underneath him, rolling your hips in search of more friction. that familiar wave of ecstasy beginning to sweep through your body before geto snatched it away from you for the second time that night.
“i don’t believe you.” he pulled his entire length out and removed his finger from your clit, your hole clenching around nothing at the loss of contact, your core aching for a release. your body collapsed onto the bed, whimpering and babbling incoherent sentences.
“maybe i should make you fuck yourself on your toy for the rest of the night. you deserve nothing else.” he pressed his weight on your body as he whispered in your ear, his hardened cock rubbing against your backside. your lip quivered as you shook your head violently.
“no!” you protested. “your cock is so much better than that stupid dildo. just fill me up.” you demanded, quiet sobs escaping your lips.
“making demands now are we? you think you’re in any position to be ordering me around right now?” geto chuckled, yanking your head up by your hair. you winced at the pads of his fingers digging into your scalp. “i could edge you for the rest of the night if i really wanted to. i could make you ride my thigh because whores like you don’t deserve my fingers or my cock, and i was nice enough to give you both.”
“‘m sorry. please let me cum, suguru. i won’t be a brat, i’ll be good i promise.” you pleaded, sniffling back more tears. you weren’t sure where his sudden mean streak came from, but you were enjoying being tossed around and degraded like this. as soon as geto sunk his cock into you, his sweet and patient gentleman front faded away, the crude and vile side of him seeping through the cracks.
“i’ll think about it.” he released your head, letting it plop down onto the mattress. your eyes settled on gojo’s again. he was sitting in the corner of your room in the side chair, fisting his cock with a fiery gaze set in his blue orbs. you whimpered out his name, hoping he’d be kinder than geto. your tongue lolled out of your mouth, drool pooling from the sides. gojo took your gesture as an invitation, making his way over to the edge of the bed with his slender hands still wrapped around the base of his cock.
“fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth like that.” he cooed as your warmth enveloped his length, your tongue sliding up his underside and head bobbing up and down, taking him farther into your mouth with each movement. gojo couldn’t seem to peel his eyes away from you. the way you gagged around his cock while you batted your damp eyelashes up at him sent his mind into a frenzy.
geto straddled your ass and spread your cheeks opened, his cock sitting pretty on top of it. he buried himself into your wet heat, watching as you moaned around gojo, your eyes rolling back at the new angle. his cock dragged in and out of your cunt, strangled groans filling the room. overstimulated, your abused cunt spasmed around his length, a prayer like chant of geto’s name leaving your mouth. you felt every vein on his cock as his hips rocked into you, his tip grazing your g spot. your head lolled sideways, gojo’s length slipping out of your mouth as you moaned and pawed at his thighs.
“did i tell you to stop?” with a grunt, he shoved your head back down on his cock, your nose hitting his abdomen. you coughed and gagged, tears spilling down your face as rutted his hips forward, ignoring your tapping on his thigh. geto’s hips continued grinding against your ass, slamming his cock into you as he grunted out your name. you felt dizzy from geto knocking the air from your lungs, gagging around gojo, unable to catch your breath with his cock lodged in your throat. after what seemed like an eternity, gojo pulled your head off of him, watching as you clawed at your throat, panting and gasping for air. your face stained with tears and spit, your swollen lips parted as you inhaled sharply, savoring the cool air filling your lungs.
“can i-can i please?” your voice cracked mid sentence, your throat raw and voice hoarse. “oh my fuck! please let me cum!” you rested your cheek on gojo’s thigh, moaning as he stroked your hair with his free hand, pumping his length next to your face.
geto’s thrusts were getting sloppier, and you knew he was close. “what do you think, satoru? should we let her cum?” he hissed. you whined, grinding your hips down onto the comforter, letting it rub against your clit.
“so fucking pathetic.” he grunted as he watched your lust filled eyes gape at his hands working his cock. “
“please.” you mumbled, your brain short circuiting. “i’m just a pathetic and needy slut who needs to be filled up.” you babbled, geto’s cock kissing your cervix. “‘m just your pretty fucktoy.”
“atta girl. come all on my cock, baby.” geto’s hand snaked around your waist and found your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves in a frenzy. you arched your back, mind going blank. your body twitched as the tension in your core finally snapped, seizing underneath geto, your cunt clamping down on his length as he hissed. you shuddered as you came down from your high, geto helping you ride your long-winded orgasm out.
geto continued fucking into you in search of his own release. “we fucked our pretty baby dumb, didn’t we?” your brain was elsewhere and you swore you were floating, totally blissed out.
“she’s so cute when she can’t speak. gonna let me paint that pretty face, honey?” gojo gritted his teeth, yanking your head back in front of his cock. you mindlessly nodded, opening your mouth as you waited for him to empty his load. he cursed out, fingers still stroking his shaft as warm spurts of his cum landed on your face and on your tongue. he groaned as he emptied his sac, his dick falling limp after his release. you licked his salty cum from your lips and swallowed, looking up at him seductively with low eyes. geto wasn’t far behind, his hips stilling with a gasp as he painted your insides white, pumping you full of his cum. he pulled his cock out of your slick and watched his seed seep out of your stretched out hole, clenching around nothing. the lingering sensation of his cock splitting you open kept you from feeling completely empty.
gojo helped you to sit up on your knees, face still painted with his cum as he admired his handiwork, grinning. geto moved from the bed to stand in front of you next to gojo. he tilted your chin up, your eyes barely opening.
“let’s try this again, hm? are you going to be a good girl for us?”
“yes, ‘m your good girl.” you whispered, watching geto hum in satisfaction.
“still want to fire us?” gojo chimed in, massaging the nape of your neck. you shook your head, averting your gaze to him.
“no. still haven’t felt satoru inside of me.” you whimpered, eyes flickering between the two men. gojo smirked.
“come on, let’s get you in the bath and then you can go to sleep, okay? we’ll be back tomorrow for your shoot.” you reached your arms out as gojo picked you up and carried you to your bathroom, geto running the water and adjusting the temperature. your mind seemed clearer now, thinking about gojo’s cock fucking into you.
“don’t worry, i have all the time in the world to fuck that pretty pussy. maybe you can learn to take both of us at the same time.” gojo purred in your ear as he set you on the bathroom counter, waiting for the water to fill the tub. nodding, you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. your cunt pulsated at his words, goosebumps appearing on your arm as his fingers circled your hips. geto smiled as he watched you relax, rubbing his hand up and down your back.
you didn’t mind that they somehow cracked the code and got rid of your sour attitude towards them. you liked the pair as people, but as bodyguards? not so much. it was true you could be meanspirited, but geto and gojo always got the butt end of it. they honestly weren’t the greatest at their jobs, but you kept them around as long as you did because they were your eye candy. it was a stupid reason, and you knew you were better off finding more qualified men to protect you, but you still listened to your pussy instead of your brain.
being spoiled and fucked by the two men didn't seem so bad, you thought yourself as they dipped you into the warm bath water, letting you wind down from the evening's activities. maybe it paid off in the end.
+ Cw! fem!reader, angst, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, blood, cheating, grief, just plain old sadness :((
+ A/N! was feeling angsty asl :)) I literally almost cried while writing this…
He didn’t move.
He stood in place as he absorbed the pain you were enduring.
Your big doey tear-filled eyes looking up at his light blue ones. You couldn’t see a single thought behind them. How could he….After all he’s done, and he just stares down at your vulnerable state, no emotions shown.
All eyes are focused on the two of you.
The most dangerous criminal group in all of Japan, Bonten, watching you break down in front of your long term boyfriend. Now EX-boyfriend, but you just want to know…know if what Sanzu did was worth it. Was it worth his infidelity to lose you?
He’s realized you’ve finished hitting him, he pulls you closer into his arms. You try to break free but up to no avail. He lowers himself down to your ear, “Shh princess, shh.” This only made you cry more. How could you stay in his arms and be silent when he was the one that went out to cheat on you.
He’s realized you’ve finished hitting him, he pulls you closer into his arms. You try to break free but up to no avail. He lowers himself down to your ear, “Shh princess, shh.” This only made you cry more. How could you stay in his arms and be silent when he was the one that went out to cheat on you.
He’s realized you’ve finished hitting him, he pulls you closer into his arms. You try to break free but up to no avail. He lowers himself down to your ear, “Shh princess, shh.” This only made you cry more. How could you stay in his arms and be silent when he was the one that went out to cheat on you.
Memories flashing through your mind as you remember those good times. Sanzu enamored your heart, your body, your mind. Looking through his long lashes, revealing his beautiful eyes you loved oh so much, his laugh, his compassion when he talked about topics that he wanted you to hear. You requited love for him.
“Sanzu, wh- why did you change?'', still sobbing in his arms. His mouth was ajar, words forming in his mouth but no sound coming out. All you can do is just stare in disheartenment, you thought he was the one for you regardless of his background and who he works for. You looked past all of it despite the hardships that you and he have been dealing with.
Finally mustering up enough strength you push him out the way, running out of the room of criminals. You get in your car heading anywhere, anywhere but there. Anywhere that doesn’t remind you of HIM. It felt as if everything just hit you, as you were alone in the car. Your thoughts were clouded with everything but nothing. So clouded with thoughts of Sanzu, that you weren’t even aware of the two headlights coming your way.
As soon as he got word of a car crash with a woman that resembled you, he fled the room as fast as he could. Driving through lights, doing anything he can just to see you. Cops holding him back from getting any closer to the crash scene.
“Sir you can’t get any closer. Stay calm.”
How could Sanzu stay calm when he saw your blood-covered body limp, getting hauled into an ambulance. Punching the cop in the face out of anger, making his way into the ambulance wanting to be with you every second of the way. He regretted everything he’s ever done. All those petty arguments, those dates he stood up when he had to finish a job, especially the cheating. Eyes slightly open, watching how Sanzu couldn’t keep himself together. Your hand lingers on his cheeks, he brings your hand close wanting to feel your warmth. “I’m sorry y/n. I’m so so sorry. I never meant to-“
Words cut off by the transitioning of you being transported into an operating room. “Sir you can’t come in here. Please wait here.” Sanzu didn’t even want to get into any more fights, the urge to stay with you was far more than anything he’s ever thought of at this moment. He wanted to be as close as he could with you. Hours passed after the operation was done. He rushed into your room pulling up the closest chair, observing how peaceful you looked. The sound of the monitor filled the room.
“Haru…”
Laying his head on your chest, he could hear your heartbeat. Your hand stroking his hair, to calm his nerves. You knew deep down that you loved him regardless of what he's done.
“I forgive you Haru.”
Sanzu has never been one to cry in front of you, but hearing this was a repertoire of when you guys first started dating. He gazed down upon your beautiful face, just taking in how breathtaking you were. He planted two soft kisses on your lips and forehead.
“I love you y/n”
“I love you more, Haru,” drawling over your words.
Reality came crashing down on him as your heart monitor went flat. Sanzu yelled for the nurses, begging them to save your life, but in the end, they did all they could. Your lifeless covered body in front of him. Knowing that he will never be able to see you, speak to you, or even caress you again, was something that he couldn’t deal with.
Walking out of your room, Sanzu did what he knew best. Find who killed you, and murder their whole line.
“Yo, Sanz-“
“Haitani, find out who did that to my girl and report back to me.”
SUMMARY : reader always knew, being alone with Choso + a closed space, no touching + only talking about important themes would not work. The formula yields a disaster no matter how you look at it— But they had to give it a try at least.
TAGS : no curses au, himbo!needy choso x fem!mean reader, established relationship, breast worship, exhibitionism, spit kink, a lot of begging, creampie, overstim, mating press, good boy, getting caught.
The flashing cursor indicating that it is ready to start taking his dictation blinks in front of Choso over and over again on the blank document. You stand in front of him: with a lime green highlighter clutched between your fingers and trace line after line as he looks at you over the top of his laptop screen. The highlighter cap is trapped between your pretty nude lips and your chest is somehow on top of the table, pushing the fabric of that white shirt that he is sure must be two sizes smaller than what you normally wear and which is pushing the limits of resistance of that poor transparent button that threatens to fly off in his direction.
In the middle of the course of analyzing you, he comes across a great flash of the soft skin of your breasts that prompts him to keep looking through the opening created between the first two buttons of your shirt. Shit.
warnings: smut, dry humping, sub!shion ig, nipple play
i blame @sweetsbysatori for giving me shion brainrot
Shion is needy.
He never thought he was until he met you, honestly. He's cocky and some may say annoying, his superiors call him childish, immature, useless, even unhinged, but he never considered himself needy - not more than the average male. He would pop a boner once in a while when your cleavage was too low or when you bent down to pick up something and he could see how great your ass looked in those jeans. He would get a bit horny when you kiss him or touch his inner thigh. But those were normal reactions. Who wouldn't get a little excited when someone like you did those things to them? Shion always thought it was perfectly normal.
What wasn't normal was how needy he was feeling right now.
You were sitting on his lap, legs straddling his waist and your lips kissing and biting every part of his neck. Shion doesn't even recognize his own voice. He whimpers and whines whenever you grind against his crotch. He grabs your face to kiss you and it's sloppy and messy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. Your soft lips feel so good and he wants - no, needs- more and more and more. His hands have a tight grip on your thighs, forcing you to grind harder as he feels his cock leak with the friction. He almost cries when he hears your giggles. You're laughing at his pitiful moans as you guide one of his hands inside your shirt. “You're so pathetic. Acting like a middle school boy making out with someone for the first time.” He shakes his head no - of course it wasn't his first time but it just felt so good. Shion wanted you to ride him, sit on his face, suck his cock, anything! This was pure torture.
You pull his hair so his face is looking up at you and he moans loudly. The mocking smirk on your face makes his eyes fill with tears. He was always so good to you, why are you treating him like this?
“You think you can cum like this?” of course he can't, he needs to be inside you. “If you do, I’ll let you fuck me.”
He shudders when your tongue licks the scar next to his mouth and his eyes roll to the back of his head when your fingers harshly tug his nipples. He begs to fuck you, there is no way he can finish with just this, but you laugh and say you believe in him - he's such a good boy, of course he can. Shion’s mind wanders to what everyone else would think if they saw him like this. The “Mad Dog” turned into a sweet little puppy. Who would have thought that Madarame Shion could be tamed.
A harsh pull on his hair brings him back to reality, you looked angry. Why wasn't he paying attention to you? Does he not want to fuck you, is that it? Shion becomes desperate. Head shaking as his hands bring your body closer to him. He wants to fuck you and now he's committed to throw away what's left of his pride to cum like this. His hips meet yours and your mouth swallows his pathetic whimpers. Shion is too drunk on your lips to realize he came on his pants. You were the one who had to stop him, mocking the way he didn't seem satisfied yet. He wasn't. He needed to be inside you to finally feel satisfied.
Shion never thought he was needy but you proved him wrong.
despite the red flags surrounding your relationship, did taking a wrong turn really leave you stuck with him to the point of no return?
genre. explicit smut, mafia au
tags/warnings. yandere!gojo, unhinged!gojo, dom!gojo, toxic relationships, stockholm syndrome, pure filth, obsession, profanity, guns, mindbreak, undertones of sadism, rough sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus + fellatio, spitting, manhandling, hair pulling, asphyxiation, humiliation, cum eating, creampie, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, baby trapping, murder, blood, violence, dark content, a little twist in the end
notes. please do not ignore the warnings. 4.7k wc. i wrote this at midnight so if some things don’t make sense - yes it does :’P and also, this is highly inspired by the manhua who is the prey? bc i’ve been thinking abt it for days plzzzz.
1 year since you’ve met Satoru. 10 months since you’ve been living under the same roof. 6 months since he told you he loves you. 3 days since he promised to dedicate his whole world to you.
Anyone would assume that you were living every girl’s dream of having your undeniably handsome boyfriend with arctic white hair and icy blue eyes. He was powerful in every sense, charismatic without trying, wealthy with many successful businesses, and… a well-endowed cock that could leave you limping for hours. His god-like physique was not one to be ignored, and this was proven to you every single day just by the number of women who would have lingering stares on him whenever he was within their vicinity. They were ready to throw themselves at him, open their legs for him, and be violated by him. He’s so beautiful, they would blindly say. I want him inside me. It was like a mantra. He’s like an angel.
The truth was, his seraphic beauty was nothing more but a deceptive appearance.
Satoru Gojou, throughout heaven and Earth, was a ruthless Satan in disguise. He was an evil incarnate hidden by his mask of heavenly face. A fallen angel who delighted in cruelty and malignity. A demon who could only be satiated by other people’s misery. Tonight was just one of those many instances where he would do anything to fulfill his thirst for blood.
“I’ll ask you one last time,” said the albino devil, twisting a wooden chair so he could sit with his legs stretched open and have his arms against the backrest, “What were you planning when you asked her out?”
You were standing on the side, forced to be a spectator to the pitiful raven-haired man who was now on his knees, bruised and bloody as your boyfriend’s bodyguards beat him up into a pulp two hours after he was seen asking for your number at the restaurant he was working at. As you saw Satoru signaling his bodyguard to hand him a Springfield gun, you knew that you had to do your best to try and save the innocent man’s life. “Baby, please let him go,” you spoke in a cautious but persuasive tone while resisting his bodyguards’ tight grip on your arms, “Just leave this one be. I didn’t give him my number, anyway.”
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll shoot your mouth.” Gojou ignored your appeal and unloaded the magazine to put in 10mm cartridges on his handgun. He then gestured his chin over at the man whose eyes were transfixed with horror, petrified by his fate at the hands of a ferocious mafia boss. “You there. Are you really not gonna answer me?”
The poor man was shuddering and begging for his life. “I’m s-sorry! I’m sorry. Please spare my life. I h-had no idea she had a boyfriend.”
A snicker of derision followed Satoru’s villainous smirk. “Isn’t she sexy? Look at her,” he mocked, raising his chin up as his thin lips curled upwards, “What was it that made you ask for her number? Was it her thighs?”
“N-No—”
“Was it her tits?”
“P-Please let me go—”
“Or was it her ass?”
“Help! Somebody help—”
“You know,” Satoru continued his twisted game while cocking his gun and pointing the muzzle towards his victim, “I recognize it easily when another man wants to fuck my woman raw. I can’t blame you, though. She makes my cock hard every time I look at her.”
Although his words were directed at the innocent man, the humiliation intended was subtly and undoubtedly aimed at you. The abandoned warehouse was full of men working under his command, so objectifying you and marketing your body to a stranger was his means of claiming his territory to make sure that not a single soul in that place would dare take an interest in his prized possession. However, despite how nauseating it was for you to hear his explicit utterances, this wasn’t the first time you had been in this situation and you already knew how to properly play this game instead of voicing out just how sickeningly obsessive he was.
So unlike the dark-haired guy who grew frighteningly scared from Gojou’s demonic eyes, you were holding it together to keep your composure.
“Did you know why I sat three tables away from her while talking to a business partner?” your boyfriend asked, but wasn’t really interested in an answer based on how quickly he continued his monologue, “It’s because I don’t know what I’d do to Mr. Watanabe if he tried to hit on my girlfriend.” Granted that he placed the pistol down on his right leg, it still didn’t mean that his little game was over. “And then this scrawny-looking waiter suddenly approaches her table, asking for her number instead of her order. She told you no and you were still insisting. Weren’t you staring at her tits the whole time, too? Did you enjoy undressing her with your eyes?”
The man showed adamancy in denying it. “I-I didn’t! I promise I’ll stay out of your way, p-please. I can even move out of town and you won’t see me ever again! She’s all yours. Just… Just please don’t kill me, Mr. Gojou.”
Satoru hummed, tilting his head to the side as though he was considering the negotiation. “You sure?”
For fuck’s sake. You could already tell where this was going.
“Yes, I’m sure! I’m sure!” Loud, desperate affirmations were echoing all over the warehouse. “I’ll leave as soon as possible.”
“Fine.” It didn’t take long for your boyfriend to tell his men to release the victim’s arms, soon doing the same towards the bodyguards that previously held you captive at their boss’ instruction. Satoru ignored the sigh of relief and the countless words of gratitude from the dark-haired male, and instead, offered him something in exchange. “Since you’re easy to talk to, I’ll give you a small reward before I let you go.”
The man sat on the floor, bedeviled. “Mr. Gojou, there’s no need to—”
Satoru feigned his kindness by chuckling. “No, no. If you’re saying I won’t get to see you ever again, I might as well indulge you, right?” he stated, glancing at you and pointing his finger across him, “Babe, why don’t you give him a quick lap dance? You’re quite good at it.”
Fuck. Here he goes. You tried to laugh it off. “Baby, you know I can only do that to you.”
“I don’t mind seeing you do it to another man at least once,” he claimed, rolling his sleeves up and loosening the tie around his neck, “Go on. Take your panties off while you’re at it. Let him feel how good your pussy is so he’d understand why I’m acting this way.”
With all eyes set on you, you had no choice but to slowly make your way towards the confused man who was probably concluding that Satoru was actually a cuckold who had nothing better to do with his life. In spite of the guy’s refusal, you saw how his eyes dilated when you slid your thong down your silk dress, tossing it beside him before you climbed on his lap and pressed your bare cunt against his hardening crotch. You turned your head around to get Gojou’s approval first and only started grinding your hips after he nodded, now intently watching the erotic movement of your body. The fabric of the man’s pants were getting tighter as they restricted his length from fully growing, but you didn’t stop and you wouldn’t stop rolling your hips until Satoru said so. You had already learned your lesson before.
“Mr. Gojou…” The guy was suppressing his moans while looking at your boyfriend. “I think I’m good. Y-You can make her stop.”
You couldn’t see Satoru’s face because your back was facing him, and yet you were able to register the sarcasm in his voice when he spoke again. “But aren’t you enjoying it?” he taunted, probably with a maniacal grin on his face, too. “Wanna put your cock inside her?”
“No, no, she’s yours! She’s all yours! She’s—fuck!”
“Ah!” A soft whimper unintentionally escaped your mouth when you felt the harsh friction on your clitoris rubbing against the man’s fly.
For Satoru, that was the trigger. A trigger, not just for his sick games, but also for the dangerous weapon that he was holding when a deafening gunshot had you jumping out of the man’s lap. You wanted to throw up when you saw the bullet on the center of his forehead—his eyes were wide and lifeless as blood seeped out of his skull. The macabre sight had you paralyzed and horrified until you were being manhandled by the murderer himself who pulled you by the arm and dragged you out of the place now that his little show was over.
That was his fifth kill. Five goddamn men were killed over the course of your relationship because they had gotten themselves involved with you—all sentenced to death on the grounds of igniting Satoru’s unhealthy jealousy. Such a ridiculous fucking reason for him to hold them sinners and deserving of an atrocious crime, leaving you with no choice but to fear for your life and learn your own tactic for survival. How did Satoru get away with his crimes? Fuck knows how. Only a mafia boss with all the power and money in the world could evade his offenses. Therefore, reporting him to the local police station and escaping his grasp were now crossed out of your list after he threatened to kill your family down to your last kin. He was deranged in the most frightening way possible, but you endured staying with a total psycho like him because you would be dead meat if you didn’t.
That, and because you ‘loved’ him.
“Get in the car,” he muttered as he roughly shoved you towards the vehicle, “Don’t make me waste a bullet for another man again.”
You drew in long deep breaths and got inside the black sedan, watching through the backseat window how Gojou ordered for the corpse to be disposed of in a nearby river. Because of you, another man was killed. Because of you, another man wasn’t given a chance to live. Yet the killer himself had no trace of guilt in his bones when he casually sat in comfortable silence on the way home. The hand that he used to pull the trigger was also the same hand that was on your thigh throughout the ride.
This gruesome killing happened five times now, so why were you still shaken up with how far Gojou could harm others just to prove that you were his and his alone?
You ran to the bathroom as soon as you reached the penthouse, stripped yourself off of every piece of garment, and hopped inside the shower to clean ‘the dirt’ all over your skin. If only you could tear your flesh and rip it off your muscle, you would have done it a long time ago every time you had to witness how many people your boyfriend was willing to murder for you. As warm droplets of water fell on your skin in rivulets, you closed your eyes and let your mind relive the demoralizing scene earlier. You knew that the moment Gojou asked you to ride the man’s lap, he was already thinking of shooting him straight away. He had never released any of his victims before, and never would he do it in the future, too. He was downright sick and twisted, and you wouldn’t be surprised if a man like him ended up suffering endless torture in the depths of hell.
But here on Earth, he was living as freely as he wanted. He had no sense of pity, or even the slightest bit of it, when he joined you in the shower and held your waist in his arms. Despite the wetness of your entire body, your throat was dry and parched when you swallowed your nervousness back in. Satoru’s lips began tracing soft kisses on your nape while he ran his fingers through your hair simultaneously, pulling it back and stretching your scalp as he forced you to face him. “Did you enjoy riding him, hm?” he asked, nipping on your earlobe, “Tell me, baby.”
Your breath hitched. “No, not at all,” you answered, leaning back and feeling his hardened member poking against your buttocks. “I kept imagining that he was you. Don’t make me do that ever again.”
“Good answer,” he praised you like the obedient girl you were before he cupped your chin and crashed his lips onto yours. He was completely devouring your mouth with rough and wide movements, shoving his tongue inside and allowing you to passionately roll yours around his. He could feel the vibration of your moans against his mouth and he pulled away to press his thumb on your lower lip, eyes darkening with lust and greed. “You’re mine,” he declared his possession, now sliding his hand down to your chest and squeezing your breast with his large, callous hand, “this,” he added, letting his hand travel further down to palm the entirety of your pussy, “and this. All of you. You’re mine.”
A gasp flew out of your lips when Satoru’s long, slender fingers performed circular motions on your clitoris, stretching your labia apart so he could insert two fingers at your entrance. “Ngh!” Your widened eyes were in great contrast to his amused electric blues who found entertainment at your submission to pleasure. You gripped his wrist and tiptoed when he started scissoring his fingers inside, forcing you to raise your leg so he could continue to move his hand in and out of your sopping cunt. “Ahh—ah! S-Satoru!”
His white hair was damp, clumping together as the rain shower dripped down on his body. The intrusion on your velvet walls never once stopped. “Say you want me,” he whispered in your ear, causing shivers down your spine as his warm breath fanned your neck.
“I w-want you,” you desperately cried, “F-Fuck, I want you… so bad, Satoru.”
“You’re like a bitch in heat, aren’t you?” He simpered, withdrawing his fingers all at once. “Then, I’ll fuck you like a rabid dog.”
You squeezed your legs together to hide the clench that you were feeling inside, looking up at his crazed cerulean eyes and tracing his pectoral muscles with your fingers. If this was what it would take to appease him, then you were a willing slut ready to be pounded on by this six-foot tall man. “Please.”
He reattached his lips back onto yours and pulled away just enough to keep your foreheads connected. “You have so much power over me, Y/N.” Lies. “I can give you the whole world as long as you stay by my side.”
In an instant, you veiled your emotions by displaying an amorous gaze. “Do you really love me that much?”
“Yes, I love you that much.” Satoru wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping his long, veiny shaft before rubbing the swollen head against your pussy. With your legs pressed together firmly, he forced his length between your thighs and caused a sensuous friction on your plump folds. He had his large hands on either side of your buttocks to aid him better in sliding his cock between your pussy lips, even stretching his legs apart to be at a satisfying angle. “Like that?”
You didn’t wait another second before you nodded, throwing your arms around his neck just as he started kneading your breast with his hand. “Mm… So good.” His index finger teased your nipple—first, by flicking the bud and second, by tracing your areolas in circles.
“Tongue,” he ordered and had you stick it out for him to taste every inch of your wet muscle. Even without a reflection to look at, this was the most erotogenic exchange you two had ever done as a couple. And along with that, his half lidded eyes were staring down at you, judging you and your every move. “You love being a slut for me, huh?”
You bit his lower lip, lasciviously. “Only for you.”
Satisfied by your ego boost, he pulled away and pushed you down to go on your knees. As much as you would prefer to deny it, you would be lying if you didn’t acknowledge how godly he looked when he raked his fingers through his wet hair and positioned his lengthy cock in between your lips. “Open up. I’ll fuck your mouth.”
You let him guide your hand into stroking his shaft before you ejected spit on the pink head, using it to lubricate his aching member while you lowered yourself further to fit his balls inside your mouth. It gave you utmost pleasure to hear his guttural moans when you swirled your tongue around his firm bollocks—tasting the same flesh that carried all of his sperm, and releasing it from your mouth to give his cock the same attention. At first, you kissed his swollen tip and treated it like a lollipop, then you started sucking every inch of his length by bobbing your head at a stable rhythm. “Mmm.” You could hear curses leaving his pretty lips as he held your head in place, snapping his hips forward until you were gagging from the intense penetration on your throat.
“F-Fuck. Keep sucking me like that.”
“Mmmh!”
You did your best to give him a stellar performance, did your most at pleasuring his member, and did everything that he liked whenever you were sucking his cock. And just like that, thick ropes of cum were sent straight down your throat. The musky, metallic taste didn’t stop you from swallowing all of his seed and you had to show your tongue to make him know that you did a good job at taking all of his semen. Nothing was wasted.
Not even time, because as soon as you finished giving him a blowjob, he was already carrying you out of the bathroom without drying yourselves off. You were thrown into his king-sized bed, manhandled into spreading your legs apart before your animalistic lover plunged his face onto your pussy.
“S-Satoru—! Mmm—fuck!”
He had your back arching because of how deep his tongue was going inside, tasting your walls and kissing your cunt like he would do with your mouth. He was smooching off your labia like a hungry beast, eating you out as if he wasn’t satisfied by the juices that he was sucking from you. You were already in your seventh heaven, unable to think straight when he added his middle finger to the movements of his tongue. If fingering your pussy and lapping your clitoris weren’t enough to drive you crazy, maybe grabbing a fistful of white hair was a sign for him to stop before you could truly lose it. You could feel fire pooling on your lower abdomen and your legs were already shaking uncontrollably, your toes curling wantonly—with the suction he was doing on your cunt, you ended up screaming for his name and engulfing his mouth with your Earth-shattering release.
“Ngh! Satoru, p-please… I’m…”
As he detached his mouth from your entrance, he started climbing up, visibly pleased with the way he ravaged your cunt. He was wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, pressing his lips down on yours to make you taste your own fluid. A string of saliva connected your mouth to his before he grabbed ahold of his erect member once again. It hasn’t even been more than two minutes! You were already being hauled into another position. “Let me hit from the back.”
“Satoru, w-wait.”
“Face down, ass up.” His patience was growing thin when he dragged your body by raising your hips close to his crotch and pressing your head down against the mattress. Your boyfriend cared none for the embarrassment that settled on your heated cheeks when he spread your buttocks apart so he could ogle at the exact hole that he was about to destroy. Did he give you any mercy? That word didn’t even exist in his vocabulary when he sunk all seven inches inside of your cunt, wrecking you open to the point where you could feel a stinging sensation on your entrance after being stretched by his fully erected cock. “Tightest fucking cunt I’ve ever been in.”
You were suppressing your tears from falling while you were biting on a pillow, nails digging on the sheets to the point where you could almost rip it the same way your lover was ripping your vaginal walls. “Ahh! M-More… More.” What a fucking whore you were. That must be what was on his mind when he continued jostling your hips at a harsher pace. He was treating you like a fleshlight as though your only purpose was to satisfy his fat cock, especially with how your warm pussy was perfectly accommodating his full length.
“I can fuck you like this every day,” he breathed, all deep and raspy as he gave you the most rhythmical skin slapping thrusts. He was so deep in your cavern that you could feel the base of his cock slamming against your ass. You didn’t even notice the hand that was snaking on your front to massage your bouncing tit because you were far too lost in the shockwaves of sexual gratification. “No other man can fuck you this good, baby.”
Your brain was short-circuiting from the amount of sensation that was entering your body, intoxicated by the waves of libido in your system that was heightening more and more as he continued to satisfy your insatiable heat. You could barely think straight. You lost all rationality. All of your morals. It was at that point where your womanhood was completely dissolving into nothingness, breaking your mind and turning you into nothing but a moaning mess. You didn’t even have any control of your own words when you started taunting Satoru. “Y-You say n-no one can… f-fuck me this good?” Another forceful slam elicited a mewl out of you. “A-Aah! That’s… that’s so unfair when you fucked another girl behind my back.”
All he did was to scoff. And then he grabbed you by the chin. And then he had your back arching into a C as he made you turn your face at him. “Jealous?” he spoke under his breath while continuing his thrusts, “I only fucked Himari to make you jealous.”
“Then…” You gulped and kept eye contact. “C-Can I fuck another man to make you jealous, too?”
Not even a second had passed when his eyes were already set on you with a deadly gaze. “The fuck did you say?” he asked through gritted teeth, forcing your jaw open so he could spit in your mouth, “Say that again.”
“Mmm! Ahh—ah! S-Slow down!”
“You wanna fuck another man?”
“N-No. Just y-you… Baby, just you!”
It was too late. You had already summoned the devil inside of him when he pulled out and propelled your body on the mattress, grabbing you by your ankle and spreading your legs apart. He was raising both legs into a V, aiming for your stretched hole before he hammered his cock back in. Your breasts were bouncing wildly, eyes rolling at the back of your skull, and mouth parting wide open for more screams to echo through the walls of his bedroom. Before you knew it, he already had his hand around your neck, restricting air on your lungs because of the compression on your windpipe. You let out a soundless gasp as he continued to fuck you into filth, ramming all of his length on your sweet pussy while you were slamming your fist against the mattress, begging for him to release your neck.
And he did, only when your pain had already fulfilled his amusement. Only when your pain sated his desire for dominance. Only when the pain blossoming in your midsection was signaling another round of intense orgasm out of you. Just like you, he was reaching his high, too. His climax was building inside based on how he was increasing his speed. He was grunting as he embraced you, and you were crying as you dug your nails on his back. Both of you were sucking in sharp breaths while your genitals were meeting each other through aggressive slams and slopping noises.
“I’m going to fuck a baby into you,” he whispered on your ear, kissing your temple before he sat back on his knees and dragged your body back and forth to be in perfect harmony with his pelvis, “I’m going to get you pregnant and you will stay with me for the rest of your life.”
You recoiled in horror and gaped at his resolute face, nothing but fear was consuming your soul. To spend the rest of your life with Satoru was not part of the plan. Your plan was to someday find an escape from the monstrous cage he had you locked in. “S-Satoru…” You closed your eyes and slammed your fist against his back. “Satoru!”
“Fuck!”
“Aah!”
You were no longer in a sound mind by the time he was shooting his warm load into your womb, filling you up with jizz as he ensured that every drop of his ejaculation would go straight past your cervix. His pace had become unsteady and you were already paralyzed when he pulled out and watched how his cum was seeping out of the pussy he destroyed.
“Good girl.” He tried to peck your lips, but you moved away.
Yes, you dared to scoot away and held the sheets closer to your chest, overthinking a miserable future with a psycho like him. While he didn’t pay much attention to the sudden shift in your emotions, he did try to recover his breath before spooning you. “I’m on birth control,” you stated, pusillanimously.
“I’ll throw them away.” He rolled on his back and ran his fingers through his hair. “We’ll get married next week.”
So sudden!
“B-But… I haven’t agreed yet.”
His face was strict and grim. “I’m not asking you to get married. I’m saying we’ll get married.”
This isn’t supposed to happen!
“Babe, please.” You placed a hand on his muscular chest. “I thought you s-said you loved me?”
His eyebrows furrowed at your words. “Exactly. I love you so much that I’ll make you my wife.” Satoru’s blue eyes became a shade darker. “I’ll make you carry my child and you’ll be with me forever. You and I… We’ll die together.”
You were sick and nauseated by the thought, but you held it all in as you analyzed your next move. Spending eternity in hell was better than having a life as Satoru Gojou’s wife. “Satoru,” you spoke carefully, sitting up on the corner of the bed, “One day, I’m going to kill you.”
Your threats only made him smile maniacally. “You’re gonna kill me?” he challenged, “When is that day?”
Tonight.
Grabbing the empty bottle of whiskey on the nightstand, you put all of your remaining energy into swinging the glass across his head. It shattered before your eyes thinking that you had finally managed to knock him over, but what it only did was to leave a smiling Satoru with blood oozing out of his head. He sat up to your horror while you were stumbling back on the carpeted floor, body full of trepidation with how your obsessive lover was breaking into fits of laughter.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that, baby,” he taunted, wiping the blood off his face and tossing the duvet aside as the shards of glass flew along with it.
In your terror, you reached for the Springfield gun atop the sidetable. “You’re right. I’ll do even better than that.”
There was no scintilla of dread in his bones. No trace of panic in his eyes. No smidgen of hope that you would spare his life. Instead, he got up from bed and plastered a wide, frenzied grin on his devilish face. “Kill me.” He spread his arms open. “If I’m not dead after a minute, you’re gonna pay for it.”
Despite your shaking hands, you cocked the gun and pointed it at his head. “Good bye, Satoru.”
This was for your freedom.
Pulling the trigger was all it would take to end his atrocity. All you would have to do was close your eyes and shoot the gun. You would save more casualties in exchange for his life. Soon, you would be free from this toxicity. You have to do it!
Yet when you opened your eyes again, no bullet came out of the gun.
There, two feet across from you, was Satoru Gojou smiling at you with a predatory gaze. “Are you ready to pay?”
Warnings: mentions of sex and handjobs, just a small drabble of Draken’s reaction if you get Mitsuya inspired nails
Draken loves when you get your nails done. No matter the shape, color, size- he loves it. Especially because it looks so good around his dick. Your hand always looks so small next to his big cock. He always makes sure to give you money whenever you talk about getting your nails done. Today was no different. He was at his shop, eagerly waiting for you to be done so he could see them. Unlike other times, you didn’t tell him what you were going to do. “I want it to be a surprise Ken.” you had told him. He was excited for the surprise, having no idea what he had in mind.
The sound of the door opening caught his attention and there you were with your hands behind your back preventing him from seeing the hands. You greet him with a peck on the lips and Draken tries to look behind you but your hands are hidden by the long sleeves of the hoodie you stole from him.
“Let me see ‘em.” he murmurs against your lips.
“You can’t be mad.” you giggle.
He raises an eyebrow and his jaw falls when you finally put your hands in front of him. His eyes go from your nails to your eyes and to your nails again.
“Is that Mitsuya’s earrings pattern?”
“Yeah! Do you like it?”
“You should be asking that to Mitsuya.” he almost pouts.
“I did! I sent him a pic when I was done. He loved it.” you wrap your arms around his neck. “Where’s Inupi?”
“Had to go buy some things for the store.”
He tries to push you away and you almost laugh. You never thought Draken would get so pouty over some nails that would change in 2 or 3 weeks. You try to kiss him again.
“Maybe you should go kiss Mitsuya.”
“Come on Ken. We’re alone, let’s have some fun.”
“There’s no way I’m gonna have those nails near my dick. It’ll remind me of Mitsuya and that’s the last thing I need while I’m getting a handjob.”
He grabs your wrist and starts dragging you to the door.
sobs, wanna be bonten’s baby doll. wanna sit pretty in one of their laps at meetings with their ring decorated fingers massaging my tongue, while the others bicker about it being their turn to have me in their lap. wanna keep them nice and warm during meetings, wanna give them kisses as they talk business.
notes: aaaaah oh my gosh!!! this is the fifth part of break my bones but act as my spine!! it is technically the last part of the main series, but there will be an epilogue posted to wrap up loose ends and provide more closure hehehe. as always, please heed the warnings below and stay safe!! check the comments for additional notes after you’ve finished reading! | title cred: memory by kane brown ft. blackbear
warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, murder, cheating, betrayal (kind of?), one (1) slap to the face, depictions of severe mental illness (mental breakdown), one (1) big knife, cheating, a very brief trial, a LOT of crying, size kink/size difference, tummy bulge, reader is quite flexible, minimal prep, toxic relationships, guilt, self-reflection, difficult decisions that hurt to make, using sex to avoid emotions + reality, daddy kink (very slight), blood, gore (slight)
words: 8.4k
part one ⋆ part two ⋆ part three ⋆ part four ⋆ part five ⋆ epilogue ⋆ series masterlist
synopsis:
And despite how much pain you’re in—so much it’s practically tearing you apart from the inside out, a vicious creature with razors for claws nestled at the core of your soul—you look so fucking beautiful; ethereal, almost, lids lifting to reveal glassy irises, the gleaming trails of water adorning your cheeks catching in the neon filtering through the window, staining your skin in the most brilliant colours—corals and fuchsias, teals and ultramarines; strokes that shift and morph as they paint your flesh in time with the intermittent flashing of the signs and city outside.
A masterpiece. A living, breathing masterpiece, constantly revising, constantly changing, constantly evolving into something novel, something better, something entirely unique, chiseled by the sorrows and spirits of life itself.
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