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-The One-
sukuna ryomen x chubby/thick afab reader
WARNING: this is for fantasy/fetish purposes! MINORS Do Not Interact! ⚠️ rape, forced breeding, cream pie, degrading, forecful⚠️
tags: master x maid
description: he’s a cursed lord but lives among humans as a successful business owner. in his house full of maids he uses to breed an heir, none of them were able to give him what he wants. are you the one to do so?
Another look in the mirror and hopefully during inspection, I look presentable.
It’s officially my first day at my new job as a maid. There’s now 30 maids working in this giant mansion. I’ve yet to meet the owner.
When the head maid, Utahime, checked everyone, giving a few lectures on some of the girls attire, she steps in front of me with a serious expression.
“Hmm, not bad for your first day, I’m sure Master wouldn’t mind taking a good look at the new member.”
“Thank you.”
—-
(time skip to a month)
I’ve gotten used to the schedule around here and was able to make close acquaintances like Mei Mei. She works here as a maid to help support her little brother.
During our break, we continue on with our normal conversation when I look up and see Utahime and an unknown man lurking on the top floor, looking at all of the maids. They point at a few of them.
“Oh you see him,” Mei Mei says.
“Barely.”
“He’s our boss, Sukuna Ryomen.”
“Oh, is he like mean or something?”
“When you’re alone with him, you’ll see.”
“What does that even m-“ before I could finish asking her what she meant, Utahime calls me up to where she was originally standing and I head up to her.
“Yes, mam?”
“You need to see Master Ryomen.”
“Need? Okay?”
“He’s located just down the hall. Knock three times and he’ll know it’s you.”
“Okay.”
Making my way to the master’s room, I realize I’ve never been to this side of the mansion.
Already at my stop, I hesitantly knock three times as instructed and I hear a faint “come in.”
Opening the door, I slowly walk in and close the door behind me. I stood there for a moment until he motions a finger, signaling to go to his desk.
As I’m standing in front of his desk, he finally speaks.
“Hello there, y/n, I’m Sukuna Ryomen, the owner of this mansion.”
“H-hello, sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Now, why are you standing so far away, hmm? Come here.” He tells me then stand directly in front of him.
He had his legs spread not too much.
I nervously look down as I can feel his eyes undressing me. “Come closer.”
I walk a few steps closer to him, he reaches out his hand and yanks my arm, pulling me between his legs and his hands on my waist.
“Look at me,” I do as he instructed me to.
“Slowly unbutton your blouse.”
Your breath hitches and your body shakes nervously. Why was this man doing this?
You held your unbuttoned shirt up, still too scared to reveal yourself, even if it was just your bra.
Sukuna took your hands and had you release your blouse, showing your cute light pink, laced bra.
He laughs mischievously, “that’s unexpected. I like where this is going.” He gets up and uses one of his hands to unhook your bra. His eyes become more hungrier as he is faced with your breasts.
Blush creeps onto your cheeks, you’ve never been so embarrassed. You’ve only shown your body to one man, but he’s in the past now. You never thought you’d be in this type of situation, let alone with your boss.
“I want you to drop the skirt.”
You do so, revealing a matching pink color, laced panties. You were wear thigh high socks and Sukuna puts in a finger in your sock to only take it out, making the sock snap your thigh. You were a bit on the chubby side, so you were self conscious.
He licks his lips, placing a fist under his chin, eyeing me up and down, “You are ravishing.” With a blink of an eye, he swipes everything off his desk and throws me on top of it.
You’ve become a feast to him and only him, so he slides off your panties and eyes your wet cunt. You didn’t understand why you were feeling this way when you were terrified.
I can feel his hot breath near my pussy and without warning, he licks the slit up to my clit. You muffle your moans with your hands so that others don’t hear you.
Sukuna uses his tongue to make swirls onto your clit which has you a twitching mess. Also sticking his tongue in and out of your pussy, making slurping sounds as he goes.
You’ve never felt this sensation before. It was amazing at how much pleasure you were feeling. Your tits popping out and the temperature of your body rising… you wished it wouldn’t stop. But like all things, they do have to come to an end.
You pinch your tits and arch your back as a flushing euphoric feeling travels all throughout your body. You clench your bottom half, squeezing Sukuna’s head between your thighs and let out a screaming moan of pleasure. He still remains in between, savoring the fluids oozing out of your pussy. When you were done riding your high, your relaxed body is hovered.
“This isn’t over yet, sweetheart. My dick’s throbbing, spread your fucking legs,” he orders you and as you do so, he takes no times to shove his hard cock deep in your wet pussy.
You let out an “oooh” of relief as if you were waiting for this to happen. He slowly slides out and rams it back in repeatedly, making sloshing and slapping sounds. The sounds of the creaking desk scrapes the floor knowing you both were being heard by the others in the mansion.
“Fuck, take this you bitch. You’re my little hole, yeah?” he says and you nod in agreement.
“Y-ES! I’M YOUR LITTE HOLE! PLEASE POUND ME MORE MASTER!”
“That’s right you are! I’ll pound you til you can’t stand and you’ll still be forced to work!” He picks me up from my thighs and pushes me up against the wall, fucking me harder.
My legs were over his shoulders and I was able to feel the shape of his dick even more. He’s so huge and thick. My pussy throbs. We slide off the wall onto the floor with him on top and he hasn’t stopped.
His grunts and my moans were filling up the room and so does the smell of sex.
“Shit…” he whispers.
He goes faster.
And faster.
And faster.
With just one more thrust, he’s riding his high.
I can feel his cock twitching as he’s letting out his cum in the condom.
Condom? He was wearing one, right?
I got my answer as I see a string of his cum when he finally takes out his unprotected dick.
My eyes look is confusion and fear.
“What is it?” he asks harshly.
“You… didn’t wear a condom?”
“Why would I need a condom?”
“B-but…”
He crawls on top of me, looking straight into my eyes, “I’m fucking you stupid to breed. You’re my breeding bitch. That’s why you’re hear. I’ll find out you’re the one tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“My sperm will fertilize you within a day.”
“I-In a day?!”
“Yup. Oh.”
He gets up and grabs something from his drawer then comes back and orders me to spread my legs again.
“Just so my cum doesn’t ooze out of you. To make sure you get every drop,” he sticks a butt plug into my pussy.
“Don’t take it out, I’ll know.”
“Yes, master.”
“Now get up and clean this mess.”
When your shaking body musters up to even stand, you make your way to the pile of clothes, before you’re stopped.
“No. You’re going to clean, just like this. I want to look at you struggle.”
“Yes, master.”
“Good girl.”
He puts on a white robe and sits down, watching my every move.
Even though the plug was supposed to prevent his seed from coming out, little bits of it still manages to run down my legs. I try to wipe it off, but aim interrupted.
“Leave it. I want to see my work.”
Half an hour flies by and now you’re in between his thighs, taking his cock down your throat.
“If you’re pregnant, this is what you’ll be doing. You’ll be my little play thing and when I want to fuck, you better be prepared. You don’t want to see me get angry, now do you?”
He pets my head as I’m gargling his thickness.
Before I could answer, you let’s out a giant load and he keeps my head down until I am able to swallow it. It’s so gross, but I need to breathe.
“So?”
“Yes, master, I’ll be your little plaything.”
“Good girl.”
_____
(time skip to a week)
Turns out, since he’s a demon, 9 months worth of pregnancy takes about a week and here I am, holding my half-demon child, who happens to be his heir.
During that week, Sukuna would sneak into my room at night and have his way with me. Even when I wasn’t in the mood, he’d continue to do as he pleases.
“You’re my little cum dump, even when your pregnant with my child, I’ll fuck you til you’re no longer of use for me.”
Surprisingly, he’s a tending father and I was just his to use.
That’s my life now.
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sensei (m)
✯pairing: gojo satoru x reader
✯summary: Gojo loves playing with his whiny baby.
✯wordcount: 1.5k+
✯warning: spitting, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, slight dubcon themes, sub/dom, subspace, dry humping, grinding, breeding, sensei kink!!! unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), rough sex, humiliation, creampie, and degradation.
✯note: i literally woke up in a cold sweat and wrote this, it’s currently 5 am and i’m dying
✯taglist: @the-fandoms-georgie
“Hey, pretty girl.”
“Hi, baby. How was work?” you hummed, mindlessly pressing a kiss on his cheek. His lips turning into a pout due to your lack of attention on him. As soon as he got home, you would usually bombard him with hugs and kisses until one of you would take it even further.
“It was good,” he took off his shirt, a common occurrence as he had repeatedly expressed that he felt more comfortable being shirtless. You being flustered by it was just a bonus. Gojo lived for your cute little face, the way you avoided his gaze made his blood rush south. Your soft eyes avoiding his well-sculpted body, the way you twiddled with your thumbs and stuttered as you tried to continue the conversation. You were a precious little thing.
He groaned lightly as he palmed his hardening cock through his sweats.
“What about you pretty girl? Do anything interesting?” he queried in a teasing manner. Light feather touches on your skin. His fingertips gliding at the surface, teasing you, pushing you closer to the edge. Waiting for you to burst.
“I-I didn’t do much. I was jus’ waitin’ for you,” you mumbled, avoiding his piercing gaze, wanting to cocoon into yourself as his smirk easily widened. You were aware of what he was doing, after all, this was a routine. Gojo would tease you, make you cry, then fuck you until you were nothing but a blubbering mess. Wanting to have your tears streaming down the chub of your cheeks as he pounds into your cute little cunt.
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where is your god now? (m)
✯pairing: getou suguru x reader
✯synopsis: being transferred to an all girls school didn't seem so bad until you met your religion teacher. alt: you get defiled by your teacher in a chapel.
✯wordcount: 6.3 k
✯warning: dark content, sacrilegious themes, fucking in a church, dubcon, hatefucking, age gap, intercourse with a nun, god complex! getou, teacher x student relationship, smoking, drugs, cream pies, oral sex, throat fucking, public sex, voyeurism, spit, cum play, etc.
✯note: this fic was actually supposed to be 3 k but i have no self control and im so sorry. as a catholic writing this was kind of...exciting but im going to hell anyways so go big or go home woohoo!!
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Your mother's shrill voice pulls you out of your daydream, your whole body flinching at the sound of her voice. You’re debating on getting up and running away from her but knew that her scolding was inevitable. Deciding to accept your fate you pull the blunt away from your lips, pressing the burning tip against the material of your jeans.
“Are you seriously still fucking smoking? After I told you to stop?” She storms towards you, brows furrowed in anger as you barely bat an eye, attention still focused on the sting of the blunt against your jean-clad thigh.
“Hey, mom.” You drawl, sending her a sleepy smile. The heaviness of your eyelids makes you giggle a little, smacking your lips at the sudden dry feeling in your mouth as if you’d ingested a mouthful of cotton balls.
“Don’t fucking ‘hey mom’ me! Do you know what you’re doing with your life? Do you understand how badly these drugs are gonna fuck you up?” Your mother continues to yell in your face, aggressively snatching the half-smoked blunt away from you, unaware of the stash you kept under your bed.
“It’s not right for you to live life without consequences. I’ve already submitted your transfer papers. I’ve moved you to an all-girls catholic school and you start Monday.” Your mother looks at you sadly, looking as if she wanted to say more, but you nod your head and get up, walking towards the opposite direction of the house.
“Where are you going?”
“Just gonna take a walk.” You mumble. You honestly couldn’t care less about the fact that you were being sent to a new school, it wasn’t as if you had friends in your current one. Except for this one boy you’d always eat your lunch with if you weren’t hiding behind the school smoking.
You’d miss that little pink-haired boy.
___
“Do they not have pants in the uniform?” huffing as you flatten your palms along the ends of your skirt, wishing for the fabric to somehow lengthen. Your mother couldn’t help but coo at the sight of you, all prim and proper for your first day of school as if you weren’t halfway into your senior year.
“No, no. You look absolutely gorgeous! I have to take a picture for Facebook!” She beams, already pulling her phone out of her pocket and snapping several pictures of you, most of the pictures consisting of you with either a frown or the fakest smile you could muster.
“Smile properly.” Your mother grits her teeth, brows furrowed in annoyance as she yearned for nothing but a decent picture of her daughter smiling. Proof to her friends and family that she hadn’t completely failed as a mother.
“I don’t wanna be on Facebook.” You grumble, wishing that she’d just let you go already, her upbeat and overbearing attitude putting a damper on your already sour mood. The feeling of dread quickly settles in your chest, the reality of having to start over so late sinking in.
You’ve never had friends that left an impact on you but at the same time, it was an unfamiliar environment, an all-girls school filled with vicious teenagers in cliques. Your head throbbed at the mere thought of having to interact with these monsters.
“Go to school.” She clicks her tongue, ignoring your little comment as she waves you off, turning her back and swiftly making her way back into the house. This was normal of her, brushing you off and only interacting with you when it was needed.
“Fuck off.” Stuffing in your hands inside the pockets of your sweater. Even if she couldn’t hear you, even if hadn’t had the confidence to say it out loud, muttering to yourself like a spineless pussy. You couldn’t get yourself to care anymore.
___
Marvelling at the sight of the school's structure, you stop yourself from gaping. The Tudor Gothic building is built from cut stone with many windows on display. The large structure of the bell tower catches your attention. You wonder if you’d be able to find a way up there.
Sighing, you make your way inside, the smell of mould immediately hitting your nostrils. The interior of the building is just as old, the lights dark and floors caked with years of grime. Several cobwebs and pipes are running along with the ceiling, showcasing just how poorly it was maintained.
As you make your way inside to look for the office, a voice suddenly stops you.
“Yo. Lookin’ for the office?” The stranger says. You’re caught off guard, not expecting such a pretty girl to help you out on your first day. The uniform fits her so well. The knee-high socks running up her legs nicely, her skirt wrapped around her waist with her cardigan tied around her waist, her white-collar buttoned and proper.
“Uh...yeah.”
“C’mon. I’ll take you.” She beckons you with a finger, back already turned and on her way to the office. Your eyes continue to wander, several framed pictures of alumnus adorned on the walls, along with several pictures of nuns. It seemed that your mother had forgotten to tell you that your school used to be a boarding school, some nuns still living in the convent on the other side of the school, the students only remaining in a small portion of the building.
“Sorry, what’s your name?” You utter, catching the attention of the girl, her glasses glinting under the fluorescent lights as she smirks at you. It was as if a swarm of butterflies had just made a home of your lower belly, the ticklish tingles worsening the longer you held her gaze.
“I’m Maki. Zenin Maki. I’m a senior too.”
“How’d you know I was a senior?” Your eyebrows quirk.
“Because you look fucking exhausted. You look like you’d get on your knees and thank god if a bus were to just drive into the school and hit you dead on.”
The laugh that escapes your lips is anything but ladylike, but then again, you were never ladylike. Fuck etiquette, you tell yourself. Just because you had moved to an all-girls school didn’t mean that you’d change your personality to fit their standards.
Maki laughs with you, a pretty sound. You introduce yourself, telling her your name. Somehow, talking to Maki didn’t feel difficult at all, but you forgot to realize that there were people just as tired as you, just waiting to finish high school and do what their heart desired.
“This is the office. What lunch do you have? A or B?” She turns to you, ponytail almost whipping you in the face had it not been for the size difference between you both, her tall figure almost towering over you with her chin just above your head.
Pulling out your schedule, you inform her that you had B lunch, which makes her smile widely. She pats you gently on the back before informing you that she’d be waiting for you in the cafeteria during lunch.
You’d definitely remember her.
___
“Alright, we have a new student. L/n Y/n has transferred very late into the year but we are very happy to take her. Everyone please treat her kindly and welcome her into our school.” Your homeroom teacher claps his hands.
The urge to roll your eyes at him is almost impossible to ignore. It irked you, the way he smiled and spoke. His voice oozed with fake excitement, obviously putting up a front for his students, but within the first few minutes of knowing him, you knew that he was only pretending.
“Dear, could you please take a seat?” He asks with a gentle smile, placing his large hand on the smell of your back to usher you to your seat, the seat being right in front of his desk.
“Can I move seats?” You drawl, refusing to sit in front of this man. Not when your gut was telling you to run as far away as you could. You couldn’t help the way you reacted. His existence made you uncomfortable. The feeling of his touch alone made you want to curl into yourself and go home.
“Tell me, dear. Do you see any other seats?” He asks, his face almost pressed against your cheek as he forces you to examine the room with him. He was right, there were no seats left. He thumbs at your waist, tracing small circles as he continues.
“Unless you’d like to take a seat beside me instead hm?” He proposes, the heat of his breath fanning your cheeks. The proximity has heat creeping up your neck. Surely it wasn’t acceptable for an educator to touch his student so freely, but you couldn’t help but wonder why your classmates hadn’t spoken up at all, not even looking at you as they lived in their worlds.
“Take a seat, sweetheart. I promise you that this is the better option of the two.”
His fake smile is back causing your hands to ball into fists. Glaring at him, you ungracefully plop into your seat, placing your back right beside your leg as he turns and makes his way back to the blackboard. His hands are folded neatly while he waits for the class to settle.
Miraculously, when they notice him standing, a silence overcomes the class, various students fixing their positions with their heads facing the board. The contrast was baffling, it was as if their personalities had turned a complete 180.
“Thank you everyone for behaving so well. My good little students. My name is Getou Suguru and I’ll be your religion teacher for the remainder of the year. Nice to meet you, Y/n. I hope we can get along.”
___
“Alright, everyone. Since we’ve finished taking up our work, I’ll put on a movie for you all. I have some other things I need to tend to. Kana, will you please set it up? I’ll be back before class ends.” Getou hums, the sound of his hands clapping resounding throughout the room.
You’d never been one to complete your work, finding the whole thing complete bullshit but Maki had advised you to never show up to his class with unfinished work. She hadn’t told you why, but you knew better than to ignore her advice.
So far, the only friends you made were Zenin Maki and Kugusaki Nobara, Kugisaki being a year below you both. They both had big personalities but stayed respectful towards each other, to you now as well seeing as they both took you in.
The volume of the class exceedingly rises, leaving you unable to hear the sound of the movie. Your head is pounding and your eyes are blurry, frustration creeping over your shoulders. A few signs that showed that you were being overstimulated.
The sound of you pushing your chair back catches the attention of a couple of students, mostly the ones who sat near you. Taking your bag, you reach for your wallet, stuffing it under your shirt. A few girls eye you but leave you be, opting to mind their business. They knew what you were about to do.
“Hey.” A voice suddenly calls you out. It was Kana herself. Her expression is stern and her lips are pulled into a tight line. “Just be back before he gets here, alright? Give me your number. I’ll text you. I’m sure you know how to make yourself seem like you’re sober.” Placing your phone in her outstretched hand, she adds her contact information, texting herself.
“Thanks, Kana.”
“Don’t worry about it, cutie. I’ll join you next time yeah?” She winks at you.
Your eyes widen at her blatant flirting. Nodding your head, you swiftly make your way outside the classroom, making sure to be alert for any heels clicking. As well as the occasional beeps of the walkie-talkie and the jingling of keys.
Luckily, you easily made it out, fast-walking towards the convent and sitting on the staircase. It wasn’t a smart idea seeing as a nun could easily make their way outside and catch you, but you couldn’t get yourself to care.
Shakily, you pull the neatly wrapped spliff out of your wallet as well as your mini-lighter. It was a gift from the pink-haired boy. A chuckle escapes your lips, suddenly remembering the way he expressed how much he disliked the way you’d come back to eat lunch with him smelling like weed. So, he gifted you a lighter, telling you to think of him whenever you had the urge to smoke.
His actions ended up being counterproductive, not realizing how much comfort his presence gave you. He was kept in the small space of your heart, his closed-eyed smile your most memorable reminiscence of him.
Shaking your thoughts out of your head, you finally light your blunt. Your lips curl up a little when you successfully light it, avoiding the canoeing of the only blunt you had brought to school today. Placing it between your lips, you shakily inhale, lungs being filled with some as you shut your eyes and press your lips together, allowing the smoke to linger until you finally exhale.
“That’s not what we agreed on, Sister Rose. I’ve kept my end of the deal, loyally and eagerly servicing your needs but here you are, unable to do your part. Shall I do something about it?” A familiar voice sharply whispers, your body going rigid at the thought of being caught.
Maki had warned you of the possibility of being suspended if you were caught with drugs, but every time you’d gone back to class smelling a little more like weed and a little less like perfume, they had ignored it. But this was different. This was your insufferable religion teacher.
“I’m sorry SIster I can’t hear you. How will you make it up to me?” Getou tuts.
“I’ll...I will suck your cock.” A small voice suddenly speaks, trembling lightly. Judging by her voice, she seems meek and small, too young to be a nun. But who were you to judge?
“Oh? You will? Unzip my pants then. Don’t keep me waiting or else I’ll tell sister Grace what you’ve been up to, yeah?” He hums, a resounding slap causing you to flinch. You still don’t understand why you haven’t gotten up to run back to class-- or even put out your blunt.
Kissing your teeth, you tightly press the blunt against the pavement, rolling your eyes at the thought of your teacher ruining things had no involvement with. It was at that moment that you suddenly got a bright idea. Pulling your phone from your skirt, you quietly stand and press yourself against the wall, knowing full well what was happening just around the corner.
If you could record this incident you’d be able to get anything you wanted from Getou, even a better grade, maybe blackmail him into giving you an astonishing reference letter to get your mother off your case. Sure it was religion, but your mother’s expectations of you are seriously low. Your sinister smile seems to grow with each idea that passes through your mind, keeping a mental tab on all of them.
Pressing record, you close your eyes, focusing on the sound of a zipper being pulled down along with the sound of a belt clinking. “Hurry up. I don’t have much patience today.” Getou gruffly speaks, the sheer sound of his voice causing your thighs to clench tightly.
“Yes sir.”
Your ears are suddenly violated by the lewd sounds of someone gagging on a cock. Sister Rose eagerly engulfs his cock which has you wanting to take a peak. You wanna see it. You want to see her on her knees, taking your teacher’s cock so deep down her throat that she has tears streaming down her cheeks.
You want to be her.
Surprising yourself with your thoughts, you tell your inner voice to leave you alone, that you were doing this for your benefit, for your gain. You were in no way attracted to Getou. And even if you were-- there was no way you’d accept it.
You inhale slowly before gathering your courage and taking a peek around the corner, hand shakily grasping the phone as you continue to record the audio. You knew that if you tried to catch them on camera you would end up getting caught and possibly expelled.
“That’s it. My good little girl. You take my cock so well down your throat. Ah, I’m in love!” He praises her so sweetly, a contrast to his threats of exposing her to her fellow sister. The sickly sweet sound of his voice never fails to make you wanna gag.
You can see the tears streaming down her face as she visibly tries to appease him, doing her very best to get him to praise her more. It was almost pathetic really, the way she fell for his lies. To the point where she broke her vows so easily.
But you had no place to talk, being unable to commit to anyone or even anything. But it was pathetic because this was Getou. A foul, manipulative man who seemed like all of his actions are for his gain.
You can hear her garble around his cock, her pretty, dainty fingers coming up to cup his balls that hung, yet he gave no reaction. From his facial expressions, it didn’t seem as if he liked it at all despite his praise.
“Squeeze my balls tighter,” Getou commands sternly.
You suppress a whine at the sound of his voice, thighs instinctively clenching. You are a hypocrite. Judging others for complying with this man's commands when here you are, pathetically soaking your cotton panties just because of his voice.
“Mfhm!”
Deciding that you had enough, you end the recording, quickly stuffing your phone back into the waistband of your skirt. Taking a step forward, you step on a branch. Of course, you would. It was as if the universe hated you and wanted you to know.
Pulling herself off his cock, Sister Rose snaps her head in your direction, while you hold your breath and stand still. Making eye contact with Getou, she gestures to where she heard the sound, inhaling deeply and realizing that someone nearby had been smoking marijuana.
“Shh. I’ll go check it out, hm?” Getou hums before tucking his cock back into briefs and zipping his pants. The putrid smell of weed fills his nostrils. As you hear his first step, you decide to sprint back into the school, uncaring of the fact that your clothes heavily smelt like weed.
Channelling your inner track star, your sprint towards the school, not even noticing the eyes following your very slow figure. It was amusing, seeing you run away from him, thinking that you had escaped but you were so obvious. Unbeknownst to you, your skirt was visible behind the wall, but he chose to let you watch.
You were so obvious, it was almost hilarious. But this was an opportunity. A chance to show just exactly who you were messing with. He will put you in your place. It was a promise.
He allowed you to think that you had won, but really. Who would they believe? A good for nothing pothead or an esteemed teacher who had already won the majority of the faculty’s hearts and favour?
___
“You’re back early. And you stink.” Kana comments. Her eyes widen at your dishevelled state, quickly digging into her bag and fishing out a small bottle of perfume. “Fuck. You smell. C’mere.” She tsks, grabbing you by the shoulders as she sprays her wrists with perfume, rubbing it directly on your neck.
“Ah-- not so rough,” You groan, shutting your eyes at the feeling of her rubbing at your skin so roughly. She ignores your little comment and sprays you down until you could smell nothing but perfume.
“You need gum too, hold on.”
“Kana chill--” You’re interrupted by her shoving a whole stick of gum in your mouth.
“Why do you look like that though? You look like you saw a ghost? Did you run from a teacher or something?” Kana tilts her head, eyes boring into yours. You couldn’t tell her. It would possibly get her in trouble and you weren’t even sure if she was trustworthy enough.
“Uh-- yeah. I heard a bunch of nuns and I got scared so I ran after just one hit.” Coughing as you avoid her piercing gaze. It was obvious you were lying but she wasn’t about to pry, especially not when the door of your classroom swings open, revealing both your teacher and Sister Rose, a dark blush dusting her cheeks as he awkwardly stands by him.
“I’m glad to see that all of you have been behaving very well while I was gone.” He sends a pointed look in your direction, your body going rigid under his gaze. You couldn't hold eye contact with him, especially not after what you had witnessed.
“Are you alright, Y/n?” He asks, placing his large palm on your shoulder and squeezing. Luckily, Kana took over for you, noticing your frozen state. “She’s fine! She didn’t get enough sleep last night so she’s a little out of it!” She smiles and slaps your back a little too hard, almost making you choke on the gum in your mouth.
“Well, take care of yourself, dear. You never know what might happen.” You nod quickly, making your way back to your seat and arranging your materials that were currently sprawled on the top of your desk.
The beat of your heart quickens as more students make their way out of the classroom, resulting in you clumsily shoving your notebooks into your bag, positively crinkling all your notes and papers which has you internally groaning.
“Y/n. Come see me at lunch, yeah? I have a few things I want to talk to you about.”
For a moment you swear that your heart stopped beating. Stiffly turning around to face him you nod, smiling at both him and Sister Rose, knowing full well what was about to happen after you shut his door.
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“You’re a naughty thing, eagerly sucking my cock after it’s been inside your pussy.” Getou hums, smiling down at Sister Rose who currently had her lips around him, eyes wet with tears and cheeks red.
“Do you like the way it feels in your throat? You like it so much that you’re willing to live a lie?” Twisting her nipple roughly causes her to choke. He enjoyed Sister Rose very much, always finding her timid personality amusing, but he wished for a new toy.
A new challenge.
You would give him just that. He can almost hear you cursing at him, threatening to expose his ludicrous actions but that did nothing but cause his cock to stiffen, even more, groaning at the feeling of Rose’s tight throat.
She pulls herself off of him and gives the head one last kiss, moaning at the taste of her spit and his precum. “Get on the desk, slut. Show me just how much you love me.” Getou slaps the cheek of her face, ushering her on top of the wooden desk as he strokes his cock lazily, squeezing the base as he presses the head of his cock against her slit, sharply inhaling as he slowly impaled her.
At that moment, the door suddenly opened, revealing your shocked figure standing there. Luckily, there were no teachers or students to witness the situation. “Get inside of here. Now.” He growls, sending chills up your spine.
Surprisingly, you obey him, shutting the door behind you as you press your back against the wall, watching as Sister Rose pathetically squirmed under him, her hands desperately clutching the edge of the desk as he continues to sink his cock into her, uncaring of the discomfort she felt.
“I’ll be done in five minutes.” He rasps, using his thumbs to spread her cheeks, revealing his flushed cock pumping into her leaking hole. It was an adorable sight, the way she trembles underneath him. An unfamiliar feeling bubbles in the pit of your stomach. Your clit twitching when Getou bottoms out and slams himself back inside her, shaking the desk in the process.
“Please give it to me. Please fuck me!” She pleads so pathetically, but somehow, she wasn’t the most pathetic person in the room. It was you. You are pathetic for soaking your panties at the sight of your teacher fucking his cock into her, mercilessly giving in to her wishes.
“You’re so fucking dirty. Being so lewd in front of a student? DIsgusting.” He spits, wrapping his hand around her throat as he roughly squeezes the pale skin of her neck, causing her to let out a choked gasp.
Her nipples are visible through the thin material of her clothes, her skirt hiked up and dishevelled as she was ravaged. Practically eaten alive. But his eyes are on you once more as he continues to degrade her, goad her into cumming on his cock.
“C-Cumming!” She wails, back arching as Getou thrusts into her one last time before pulling out. He quickly flips her and pushes her onto her back, getting on the desk and straddling her stomach as he strokes his cock quickly. He closes his eyes and throws his head back as spurts of cum paint her face which she eagerly swallows down, even using her fingers to scoop the excess into her greedy mouth.
“Ah fuck. That’s it.” He moans as she raises her head to engulf his cock inside her mouth once more. He wastes no time to sink his cock down her throat, balls snugly pressed against her chin as he fucks her throat, loving the way his cock twitched in oversensitivity.
“Good girl. There. Take my cock into your throat. Use your tongue--Fuckk,” He pushes his bangs out of his face before adjusting his position, his large hands coming up to cup her cheeks as he bottoms out once more before roughly thrusting himself down her throat, setting a merciless pace.
“Fuckin’ take it slut. This is what you wanted. What you fucking begged for so you better be thankful.” He growls, nearing his high once more. Getou swears under his breath one last time before cumming down the poor woman's throat, the sheer thickness of his load causing her to cough and push him off.
“Now, Let’s go have that talk, shall we?”
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You’re both walking in silence, making your way to what seems like the chapel, not that you’ve ever been there. You’ve made a habit of skipping morning mass, showing up for attendance and leaving your bag in your locker to allow you to run to the nearest mall until mass ends.
Your marvel at the sight of the chapel, sunlight coming in wondrous colours through the stained glass windows. It was a large piece with mostly cool colours with Jesus right in the middle. Suddenly, you remember why you’re there. Turning, you face Getou.
“Whatever you wanna talk about, it’s no use. You won’t be able to use me the way you used Sister Rose. I have proof!” Harshly whispering as to not catch the attention of anyone passing by. “So tell me, Suguru. Where is your god now?”
To your surprise, he laughs.
He laughs at your expression, brows knitted in anger and fists curled at your sides. It was hilarious, the way you thought you had won. The cherry on top was the fact that you had thought that his beliefs were genuine, but that only showed just how naive you are.
His hand is suddenly on your throat and your back is pressed against the wall, your hands grasp at his wrist but to no avail, he tightens his grip, fingernails digging into the skin of your neck.
“Little one, I am my own god. And soon, I’ll be yours too.”
He smiles once more before pressing his lips against yours. Using his other hand to grasp your chin and pry your bottom lip down to allow him access. Suguru slips his tongue between your lips. You have half a mind to bite it but he squeezes your throat as a warning, daring you.
You have no choice but to accept your fate, to accept your god.
Pulling away from your lips, a thin string of spit connects you. A small whine escapes you, already missing the feeling of him pressed against you. It was as if you were a whole different person. At first, you felt nothing but disgust and distaste for this man but here you are, chasing after his lips.
“Even if you do have proof, who do you think they’re going to believe. A good-for-nothing pothead? Or me? An esteemed and trusted teacher.” He pecks your earlobe before continuing, his voice dropping into a whisper.
“It would be best if you listen to me. I promise it’ll make your life much easier.” Suguru whispers, his hot breath tickling your neck. He lowers his head and laps at your exposed skin, finally pulling his hand off of your neck, opting to unbutton your blouse.
“Please...don’t…”
“Ah? Begging now, are you?” He unapologetically tears at your blouse, a number of buttons clattering on the floor as he licks his lips at the sight of your breasts, unmarked and covered by your modest bra.
“I thought you’d wear something...lacier,” He comments before fully diving between your mounds, licking at the top of your chest while his fingers make their way down your sides, working on the buttons of your skirt until it falls to the floor, leaving you bare for his eyes to feast on.
“S-Shut up.” You manage to wheeze.
“Still fighting back are you? I see. That’s fine. I like challenges anyway.” Getou shrugs his shoulder before you’re lifted off the ground and slung over his shoulder. He makes his way towards the altar and you already know what he has in mind. He not so gently places you on the altar, legs spread.
He gasps at the lewd sight of you all splayed out for him to enjoy. Your panties are soaking and he can almost see the shape of your folds. Unable to wait any longer, he pulls them to the side and licks a fat stripe of your cunt, causing you to shoot up and grab his hair for support.
Suguru groans at the taste of your virgin pussy on his tongue. You’re such a delicious little thing and you didn’t even know it. It’s a shame that he wasn't able to get to you sooner but you were here now, bending at his will.
Your hands are tangled in his long, black hair. At some point you managed to take his ponytail off altogether, his hair splaying across your thighs and his face which you gladly pull back, allowing him to enjoy his meal.
His tongue on your clit feels almost euphoric, the drag of his hot tongue against your clit causes shivers to run up your spine, pushing you closer and closer to your high. Suddenly, he’s sliding two fingers into your cunt, stretching your walls to prepare you for something much larger.
“F-Fuck! Wait!” You lurch forward.
As you’re about to reach your high, he suddenly pulls his mouth off of you, using this thumb to scoop the excess and pops it into his mouth, making a show out of his lewd actions. “Open.” He slaps your cheek and squeezes your mouth open before allowing a mixture of his spit and your juices dribble into your mouth.
You flinch at the salty, tangy taste of yourself. You want to complain but you’re interrupted by the sound of his belt hitting the floor followed by the sound of his zipper. To your surprise, his cock is flushed and dribbling precum, even after all the loads he gave to Sister Rose.
“You’re so beautiful. My sweet girl.” He coos as he strokes his cock, his other hand rubbing at the skin of your thigh as he waits for you to gather yourself. “Is that what you told Sister Rose as well?” You snap unexpectedly.
Shame floods your figure. You hadn’t meant to say it out loud, especially not when this would do nothing but inflate his ego. He smiles knowingly, cupping your cheek so gently that it didn’t feel like him.
“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, sweetheart.” He smirks before silencing your protests with his lips against yours, his cock now pressed against your pussy. When did he slip your underwear off your legs?
Suguru continues to slide his cock against your slick lips, knowing how it was affecting you. He can feel the way your clit twitched when his cockhead gets caught on your entrance, feeling the way your pussy squeezes when he fails to impale you.
“You know what you want. So use your voice and tell me, Y/n.” He murmurs against your lips, hips speeding up as he continues to nip on your bottom lip. “Hurry before I blow my load all over you.”
“Please...Give me your cock...I want you to fuck my pussy until I’m crying. ‘Want it to fill me up and make me yours…” You turn away from him, embarrassed that you had given up so easily. You’re so weak.
A familiar face suddenly flashes through your mind. You imagine Itadori taking your innocence instead. The way he would peck your lips and reassure you makes your heart flutter, but reality pulls you out of your delusions when Suguru finally sinks his cock inside of you, your tightness rivalling Sister Rose’s.
“I fucking love your pussy.” He places a kiss on your thigh before hooking your legs over his shoulders, successfully pressing your thighs to your chest as he bottoms out, not waiting for you to adjust.
“I’ll give you everything.”
He slams himself inside of you, the slap echoing throughout the chapel. Your cries are silenced by his lips against yours once more, swallowing your small and desperate moans and whimpers down as he continues to defile you right in front of the lord.
You are not religious by any means but it feels wrong, violating the church and the place of worship of many people. But the feeling of Suguru’s cock pressed against your cervix had your mind blanking.
“Pay attention.” He sneers against your lips before pulling away and admiring his work. From your bruised lips to your creased brows. God, you really are a work of art. This has Suguru quickening his pace, mind suddenly wondering how your facial expression would look after he came inside you.
He takes both your wrists and pins them to your stomach, denying you of the pleasure of pushing him away or pulling him even closer. You are completely under his control, and you like it.
“How does it feel? Having your favourite teacher's cock violate your precious parts. “How does it feel to have a god bless you with his cock, to even allow someone as lowly as you an ounce of his attention and time. It must feel good.”
“F-Feels good,” You garble, unable to process his words or your surroundings as you lose yourself in the pleasure, as you lose yourself in him.
“Aw. You’re so fucked out. I bet you’d let me cum inside you. Let me fill you up like my own personal cum dump,” He continues to speak, slapping one of your mounds to gain your attention but you’re too far gone, pleasure overwhelming you.
Suguru takes the opportunity to rub ar your clit, pushing you even closer to orgasm. His ministrations as your thighs trembling and your back arching but he was too strong, having your arms pinned and legs wrapped around his shoulders.
Finally, your body goes rigid, freezing at the feeling of the warm pit in your stomach finally snapping and spreading from your tummy to your fingertips. You clench your jaw to prevent any sounds from escaping your lips but this displeases him.
“Moan for me. Tell everyone just how good I make you feel.”
You’re flipped to your front, arms now pinned against your back as he continues to ravage you, balls hitting your sensitive clit which has you yelping pathetically. Suguru couldn’t find it in himself to care for the possible consequences of his actions, not when you were blessing him with your pretty sounds.
“Wan’ cum.” You mumble, the urge to be creamed by his cock is overwhelming. Your mind is hazy and your eyes are blurry, but the only thought on your mind is receiving this mans cum, to be blessed by the thick load he’d surely give you.
“S-Such a good fucking girl-- Shit. ‘M gonna cum. I’m gonna cream you so fucking much that you’ll have my cum dripping down your legs. You’ll feel me for days, sweetheart, and I guarantee you that you’ll be back for more.”
He fucks into you for a few more seconds before finally blowing his load, the hot, thick spurts of his cum catching you off guard. It was expected but the consistency took you by surprise.
“Fuck, there you go.” He huffs, his palms placed flat on the fat of your ass, trying to catch his breath as he stares at where you’re both connected, hoping to keep you plugged up until he is satisfied.
Suguru presses a kiss against your shoulder as he lays himself on top of you, making sure to not put his whole weight on your figure. His hands are running up and down your sides and it does nothing but stir the pit of your belly. He groans at the feeling of your cunt twitching around him before he finally speaks.
“So tell me, little one. Who is your god now?”
“You ❥.”
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give in (m)
✯ pairing: ryōmen sukuna x reader
✯ summary: taunting sukuna never ends well.
✯wordcount: 1.2k+
✯warning: dub-con(ish), DUMBIFICATION!!!! dirty smut, dirty talk, spitting, breeding, creampie, degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), mean sukuna, a little bit of a size kink.
✯ note: i did this instead of my math homework, i’m happy that i know where my priorities are <3
You couldn’t take it anymore. This was far too much, you had reached your limit about half an hour ago, but he hasn’t shown any signs of letting up. You wondered if you would be able to survive this, to survive him. What a beast he was. You felt your mind continue to turn to mush as he continued to pound into your pussy, unable to move away as he had pinned you down on the bed.
“Why so quiet cutie?” he grinned. “What’s wrong? Can’t take it like you said you could? You talk so much shit about me to the other brat but now that I’m here putting you in your place, you can’t even do anything but moan.” he continued to pump harder, the tip of his fat cock bruising your cervix.
You felt your drool trickle down your chin and onto Yuuji’s bedsheets. He was going to kill you, but you were going to kill him first for giving Sukuna permission to take over his body, or was Sukuna’s desire to fuck you stronger than Yuuji’s desire to keep him locked in? Who knows? It wasn’t as if you could ask Sukuna, not when he has three of his fingers shoved in your mouth.
“B-Bring back Y-Yuuji…dick head.” you mumbled around his fingers, causing a wide sadistic smile to adorn his face. You weren’t going to admit it but it made you wet to see Yuuji so…rabid and lustful, especially with the endless numbers of tattoos scattered on various parts of his body. Of course you were aware that this wasn’t Yuuji right now.
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twinkie (m)
✯pairing: gojo satoru x reader
✯synopsis: gojo stuffing your cunt with his fat cock
✯wordcount: 2.1k
✯warning: cum stuffing, spit, hints of breeding, unprotected sex, tummy bulge, size kink, cumflation, mean gojo, oral (fem receiving), monster schlong, nipple play, squirting, praise kink!
“Where did you go with Suguru last night?”
“We went to a club,” he smirked, the events of yesterday playing through his mind, remembering the cute little girl who had tried to take him but just couldn’t, whining about how he was too big for her. “Why? Are you jealous? Say the word and I’ll get naked for you right now baby. I’ve been waiting for this.” he laughed, grasping the hem of his shirt, beginning to pull at the fabric, revealing his happy trail leading up to his abs.
“NO!” you yelled, jumping on top of him and holding his hands down knowing that you’d pass out if he showed anymore. He smirked, wrapping his lanky limbs around your figure, squeezing at your hips teasingly. “What’s wrong? Why’re you being so shy with me. You’ve seen me shirtless before,” he tutted, placing your figure on top of him, rotating you to give you a better view of the television’s screen.
“Yeah okay but…you’re being vulgar Satoru,” you huffed.
“Weren’t you the one who said that you liked fucking quote ‘dirty men’ unquote?” he teased, nuzzling into you, the fabric of his blindfold silky against your cheek. The feeling of his hot breath against your skin caused a shiver to run down your spine. It wasn’t as if it was your first-time being intimate with Satoru, though he was never…as lewd about it as he’s being today. The way he looked at you reminded you of how a predator looked at this prey, letting it feel safe before pouncing.
“Shut up,” you shivered once more.
“You cold?” he asked, his lust-filled eyes replaced with concern and something else. You couldn’t put your mind to it. It wasn’t a look you were unfamiliar with. Whenever you two would hang out, you’d always catch him sparing glances at you with a hint of a blush dusting his cheeks before quickly directing his eyes somewhere else or making up an excuse and telling you that you had something on your teeth.
You shook your head. Though you still nuzzled yourself into his shoulder, enjoying both his warmth and touch. “What did you do at the club? Don’t tell me you brought the kids…” you pursed your lips, getting ready to fight him if he even thought about bringing your children to a mature place. “I would never! You should’ve come through. You know both Suguru and I don’t mind seeing you all dolled up.” he smiled smugly, his thumbs circling your hips affectionately.
You rolled your eyes at his futile attempt to flirt with you. “Did you take anyone home?” you teased, wanting to change the subject. Though you felt your heart constrict a little, choosing to ignore it, you poked at Satoru, his smile visibly dropping at your actions before sighing and running a hand through his white fluffy hair.
“Yeah… I did. Her name was Jogo or something, I don’t remember. She was fucking tiny. Kept whining about how my dick was too big. I only got to stuff the head in before she started crying. Then she just asked if she could suck me off and I told her to go for it because at that point I just wanted to leave,” he sighed before continuing, glancing at you, trying to read your almost strained expression.
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metro (m)
✯pairing: fushiguro toji x reader
✯synopsis: you were a naive little thing, thinking that he’d save you when he was the one you should’ve been running away from
✯wordcount: 3k
✯warning: DARK CONTENT! chikan, noncon, dubcon, gun play, public sex, cunnilingus, oral (male receiving), spit, spit play, forced impregnation, forced pregnancy, breeding, train sex, voyeurism, dom/sub themes, the use of sir, pet names, dumbification, dacryphilia, age gap, degradation, squirting, cream pie, unprotected sex, nipple play and i think that’s it
✯note: i…this is for my thirsty toji stans. (i didn’t put a taglist because this much darker than usual and i’d rather not trigger anyone.)
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“Excuse me, sir…please leave me alone.” you plead, doe eyes nearly tearing up at the sight of the man, his phone visibly clutched in his hand as he silently stares at your figure. His eyes continue to rake up and down your body, a chill running through your spine as you frantically scan the empty train cart.
Your heart was racing, palms sweating profusely as you feel knees weakening, your mind racing a mile a minute, unsure of what action to take. Were you to call for help? How would you fight back? What if he did something worse?
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𖥻 ִֶָ𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐜𝐨𝐧'𝐬 . .✦
⌕ 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆/𝒖𝒔𝒆 ! ‹𝟹
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four and more (m)
✯pairing: fushiguro toji x reader, ryōmen sukuna x reader, gojo satoru x reader, getou suguru x reader, (slight gojo x getou)
✯synopsis: the prettiest girls really are the best breeding sluts
✯wordcount: 3.6k
✯warning: gangbang, spit kink, cuckolding, breeding, unprotected sex, praise kink, double penetration, anal, cunnilingus, oral (both fem and male receiving), two cocks in one hole, all of them have big cocks.
✯note: i hope you enjoy!
“Slow down, sweetheart. You’ll choke,” his deep voice rumbles, his comment causing the spectators to chuckle lightly. You restrain yourself from glaring at the man through your lashes, tears steadily sliding down your face while your nose is buried deep into the small tuft of raven hair.
“You can’t deny, she’s a cute little thing, isn’t she? Always so fucking eager to please.” another man spoke, the voice you recognize as Suguru’s. You’ve had several encounters with him in the past, each meeting more obscene than the last. You feel him cup the flesh of your ass, purposely avoiding your dripping lips. Suguru loves to tease.
“You’re being so mean, Suguru. My little bunny deserves to have her pussy touched, doesn’t she? Tell me, bunny. Do you think you deserve to have your tiny pussy touched by all four of us?” Satoru whispers, nibbling on your ear lightly before pulling away with a mocking laugh.
You garble around Toji’s cock, unable to respond. “She’s so pretty drooling on cock. Princess loves choking on it, doesn’t she?” Sukuna cooed, petting your head lightly before one of his hands sneakily makes its way to your breasts, his fingertips grazing your pebbled nipples.
“Come on, sweetheart. Suck my cock properly. You’re getting too distracted here.” Toji scolds you as he grasps your head with both hands, the sheer size of his hands dwarfing your cute little head. You moan around his cock as a response, bobbing your head obediently while sliding your tongue across the underside of his cock, paying extra attention to the slit.
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"Daddy Please"
Warnings: Penetrative sex, Spit, Degrading, Spanking, Begging, Dumbification, Dacryphilia, Porn no plot, Double penetration, Breeding mention, Cock slapping, Read at your own risk
Dom Toji x Sub f!Reader x Dom Gojo
Word count: 1k
It all started with a challenge of course instigated by non other than Gojo Satoru "I bet I could make her scream louder than you." He said to Toji talking about you of course. "No you can't." Toji was quick to say being that Toji was confident he knew your body better. "Well then how about a game or are you to scared to lose?" Gojo knew the right buttons to push Toji wasn't about to take this lightly. "What game?" Gojo smirked at the question "Obviously, who can make her scream louder?" and now you were here your hands bound together blindfold over your eyes naked for them on the bed in your room. "Your already wet and we haven't even touched someone's excited." Gojo licked his lips eyes trailing over your body. "Spread your legs." Toji commanded and you were quick to obey. "So I guess that means I get her mouth then." Gojo moved so he was by your head slapping his cock against your lips. Toji busied himself playing with your button. You let out a moan and that's when Gojo decided it was the best time to shove his cock down your throat. "Don't bite me now sweetheart we wouldn't want that." Gojo wasted no time going as far as he could go down your throat especially liking it when you gagged around him. Toji landed a slap on your pussy "Such a fucking slut. Your enjoying this aren't you. You're just a whore for cock." Your eyes were starting to tear up. Gojo was relentless thrusting into your mouth. Toji shoved two fingers into you causing you to moan around Gojo cock in turn causing Gojo to moan. "Fuck your throat feels so good sweetheart." Toji felt you tighten around his fingers. "You're already about to cum how pathetic." Toji laughed at you and just like that you fell off that edge cumming hard. Toji wasn't done though and kept on torturing your poor little button. Tears were falling out your eyes and if you could talk you'd probably start begging for him to at least slow down. Gojo on the other hand was having the time of his life using your throat to his hearts content every moan gasp and whimper he felt right on his cock. "I'm gonna cum down that pretty little throat of yours and wreck you even more." You didn't know how long it was before Gojo finally came down your throat and pulled away from you. Toji also pulled away probably to admire his handy work. You made sure to drink it all knowing you'd probably get in trouble if you didn't. You gasped and panted finally being able to probably breath but the tears wouldn't stop. "Such a fucking sight. You look absolutely wrecked." Gojo smirked. "Where are your manners don't forget to say Thank you for wrecking me." Gojo said in almost a sing song tone. "Thank You for wrecking me daddy." You were still twitching and your words came out a bit slurred. "Now your gonna take us both in that slutty hole of yours." Toji knew you would break but that's what he wanted to see most of all to see you break to become his dumb bitch. "B-Both?" You didn't know whether to be scared or aroused two at once. In truth it was making you even wetter the challenge you knew you'd lose. Toji was huge but with Gojo on top of that you'd be completely fucked. "Beg for it. Beg to be filled until you can't take it anymore. Beg to be my little breeding cow." Toji slapped your inner thigh causing you to jump. "Please daddies please use me." They picked you up between them Toji being in front so your pound hands went around his neck and Gojo being in the back both of there cocks were prodding at your entrance and all you wanted was to be used like a slut. "Please I need it so bad please." You were crying now you couldn't help it you were so desperate for cock. The game was completely forgotten as they decided the wanted to make you into the biggest mess they could make you. Without so much as a warning they sheathed themselves inside you them both letting out a groan. You couldn't even think straight having two big fat cocks shoved into your tight pussy. Your mouth wide open and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Toji spit in your mouth. "Your gonna take everything we give you right
sweetheart?" Gojo knew you were already to fucked out to even answer him. They weren't even thrusting yet. "How is she still this tight." Gojo and Toji started to move in sync. The room you were in became filled with moans and groans. "If you could see yourself how pathetic and weak you look. Fuck~ this is what you wanted to be completely fucked out by two cock, Who can only think of cock?" Gojo and Toji were pounding you at a brutal pace you would definitely feel it in the morning but that was far from your mind. You were a moaning crying mess. You were sure you had already came you couldn't tell because of everything you were feeling at once. "Are you ready sweetheart to take all this cum." Gojo said between groans before you knew it you were getting filled with ropes of cum. They put you down on the bed when they were done with you your poor hole leaking out cum from both of them. You were ready to pass out your body couldn't take anymore if you wanted to. "Goodnight sweetheart hopeful we can do this again sometime." Gojo smirked. The last thing you heard was Toji and Gojo arguing over who won the game.
So uh yeah this happened anyways send me your requests lovelies the next thing might be something with cock warming
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~On the Bed of Flowers~
-gojo satoru x y/n one shot-
description: after the fight scene with Jogo (volcanohead dude), you accompanied Gojo and you’re awed at how amazing he is. to the point it turns you on.
“He got away… oh well. I’ll just have to get them next time.” Gojo says confidently.
“Yeah, I didn’t even sense the other spirit heading our way,” you said.
To be honest you really couldn’t pay attention to your surroundings; watching Gojo fight off the volcanohead spirit was the most coolest you’ve ever witnessed.
You couldn’t believe the amount of strength he gave off.
You were still new to all this so when he said that the spirit was weak, you were surprised.
“He was much more impressive than volcanohead, so this… is going to get interesting.” His sultry voice along with his confidence had you squeezing your thighs together.
“The flowers totally caught me off guard,” I laughed nervously.
“For real! Anyway, I think we should finally go see the principal.”
I pout, hoping to have more alone time with him, “Alright.”
Dusting yourself off and read to leave, Gojo put his hand on your shoulder, stopping you.
He hugged you from behind and inching closer to your ear.
“You didn’t think I saw you looking at me? Your pheromones were spewing all over the place, it was fucking distracting.”
You blush and shyly cover your mouth, “Sorry, it’s just…”
“Just what?”
“You looked so cool, that I couldn’t help myself.”
“Help with what?”
“Getting turned on,” you hid your face.
“Sweetheart,” he turned you around to face him, he still had his blindfold on, but slid one side up so he can look directly at you, “do you need any help with that?”
You nodded ‘yes’ shyly.
He didn’t take a second to rush in and smother your lips with his. His tongue dancing along with yours.
You were letting out soft moans as he slid his hands down to grab your ass, groping it intently.
He pulled you down onto the ground that was still covered in flowers.
“Damn, y/n, you seriously look fucking sexy right now,” he leaned in closer to you, “I’m getting hard myself.”
“Th-then, let’s continue making each other feel good,” I say.
“Oh, I was already planning on that,” he kissed me once again, this time with more passion. It was as if he was kissing me for the last time. I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinding my bottom half against his own, feeling his stiff member.
Gojo pulled off my shirt and was surprised at what I was wearing underneath, “so you wear these kinds of lingerie, huh? Knowing I’m the only one who gets to see these, makes me very, very happy.”
He squeezed my breasts and conveniently, my bra had a front closure, which he noticed and snapped it right off.
He immediately teased my nipples.
“These… fuck. These are beautiful. They’re just as I imagined.”
“Imagined?” I asked curiously.
“Yeah. You’ve no idea how many times I’ve wanted to see what was underneath those clothes of yours. You’re so shy and never wore revealing clothing, which turned me on more. I’m glad I got to see more of you.”
He sucked on them, making my sensitive self moan loudly.
“Fuck, your moans are adorable, I almost feel like teasing you more, but I want to be inside you.”
Your blushing face and heating body was also ready to take him in as well.
“Just go for it…” I say eagerly.
He chuckles, “if you say so.”
Before I knew it, our clothes were off our bodies.
The moon is out and looking at Gojo’s body in the moonlight, with his white hair shining and his eyes glistening and staring lovingly at me.
I pulled him close and our naked bodies touching, his muscular arms grab ahold of my hands and hold them over my head.
He puts his hard cock at the entrance of my wet pussy and slowly slides in, “Nnnhgh, fuck,” he grunts.
“Your pussy feels so good, sweetheart. I’m going to start moving now.”
I nod.
He pulls out and shoves it back in, causing me moan, “Aaah, haaah, Goj-o!”
“Yeah, baby, scream my name!”
Gojo continues with the pace and the sounds of his pleasure along with mine gets me to excited.
Knowing he’s feeling just as good as I am, makes me happy.
“If-it’s… fine for you, can i pick up the pace?”
“Y-yes, you can do whatever you want.”
He goes in for another deep kiss then moves me to my side while my leg is up and slams back harder.
The feeling of his dick hitting my g spot sends me over the edge as he goes more faster.
“Ah! Ah! Oh, Gojo that feels so good! Pound me, fuck me harder!”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
He lays down and puts me on top, but grabs my ass and slams it down onto him.
I hold him while he does the work.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum.”
“Me too. Keep going.”
The slapping of our thighs become louder when he fucks me faster.
Faster and faster. Harder and harder.
He continues to make us feel good.
“Shit… I’m coming.”
With that, ropes of cum shoot into me and my body convulses, feeling his warm seed enter my body.
I cum along with him as my body twitches.
Minutes later, he pulls out as white stuff pours out of me.
“Sweetheart, you milked me dry.”
I was still catching my breath.
“We should definitely do this again. We’re compatible,” he continues.
“I’m not opposed to that.” I reply.
We looked at each other, one last kiss and then finally head over to see the principal.
“Damn, I sure hope the old man doesn’t get pissed.”
“I’m sure he will.”
“If that’s the case… round two?”
FIN.
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14 February (Gojo x Reader)
✵ Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Female Reader.
✵ Summary : Gojo offers you lingerie for Valentine’s day and wants you to try it on for him.
✵ Word count : 2.1k
✵ Warnings : smut, clothed sex, hot lingerie, bulge kink, creampie, size kink, Gojo’s ego is a warning of his own, lots teasing, nipple play, slight dumbification kink mb?, strength kink (is that a kink?), well tell me if I forgot something.
✵ Note : I think I never wrote that much smut, so tell me if that was okay or not. (At this speed I’m just gonna simp for every anime character on earth ugh).
Also why am I so bad at titles please that’s embarrassing at this point.
ENJOY <3
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boy i’m about to smack you
Gojo: *does everything possible to irritate tf outta you bc he thinks it’ll be funny*
You: *gets irritated and angry af*
Gojo:
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this is the same man who will completely dominate your body.
to make you squirm with every light touch of his fingertips.
he’ll feel your pussy and whisper at how wet it is.
he knows how to make you feel good.
you belong to him.
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