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lilacxquartz · 2 days

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Roommates | One Shot

Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader x Suguru Geto [MMF]

About:

You’re late on rent again and rather than evicting you, your roommates figure out a different way to make you pay.

Tags/themes:

Roommates AU, threesomes, dubious consent, one shot smut, doggy style, blowjobs, sexual coercion (to keep the rent free), kissing, 18+.

Final warning for dubcon, the reader is implied into it but the consent isn’t made clear.

Word count: 2.1k

You were late on rent again.

A couple months ago you had the excuse that you lost your job so you were short on your share, last month you missed it entirely.

This month you still didn’t have anything and your bank account was running dry, finding absolutely zero luck on the search—living frugally as a result.

Satoru always collected rent in the middle of the month as he was the one who owned the unit. His friend Suguru, lived in an adjacent room to his while you took the smaller room opposite.

Living with two men had certainly been an experience, but they both for the most part kept to themselves and would never bother you, but then you lost your job and your presence became more of a nuisance than just being someone in the background of their lives.

”Again?” Satoru asked as he maintained a friendly albeit strained smile, his tone not quite a whine but you could tell he wasn’t pleased either.

“I-I’ve been trying, but it’s so difficult to find work right now.” You replied, even though that excuse was starting to get stale; it was the truth, but the truth didn’t fill your pockets and that much was a problem.

His demeanour tightened as he struggled to remain polite; you knew that money wasn’t an issue for him and he could afford the entire place alone if he had to, but at the same time you could see where he was coming from.

He wasn’t usually so serious, but he did what he had to do when he needed to. The Satoru you would usually see, so carefree and vibrant, stifled down due to your own misfortune.

Suguru in the midst of this ate breakfast in utter silence as he watched the entire thing unfold from the kitchen table. You would meet his gaze every now and then by accident as he would then try to avoid you, staying quiet as he tried to eat through his good friend doing his best not to scold you.

You mustered up the courage and swallowed away the last of your dignity once more, surrendering to asking for one final chance.

“I know that it’s a lot to ask, but can you please… please give me just a little bit more time?”

His icy blue eyes flashed over your body for a moment, his body language thawing as a new idea came to mind. Instead of going back on forth with you on the topic, he took a deep breath and removed himself from your company momentarily.

His smile grew curt, laced with unreadable intent. “One moment.”

You sat yourself down on the arm rest of the sofa, watching as Satoru went off to whisper something off to Suguru. You considered genuinely just moving back home rather than bothering him further, the other prospect of couch surfing seeming daunting.

Every now and then you’d glance back to the kitchenette from the open plan area, watching as Satoru planned something with Suguru. Their expressions were a little too casual for it to have been something serious and your stomach coiled at the possibility of mockery.

Suguru seemed hesitant about something as his dark eyes landed on you every now and then, his gaze meeting with yours and then disconnecting. Satoru continued to dispense his trademark smile, eyeing you up and down from head to toe, settling on some type of resolution.

The two men then approached you, planting an an uncertain sort of feeling in your gut—your instinct begging for you to choose flight as they both closed in.

“It’s your lucky day,” Satoru announced, his voice suddenly playful and teasing, “rent’s on the house.”

There was definitely a catch.

You stood up and took a step back. “Why…?”

He took a step forward, following you in your tracks as he cornered you.

“You’re gonna do something for us, that’s why.” He added, his words doing nothing to settle your quickly building unease.

“Do what?” You dared to ask.

“You’re a smart girl, [name],” Satoru purred, “you can figure it out, can’t you?”

You weren’t an idiot; you could put two and two together to understand exactly what it was that he was implying—rent was on the house and you weren’t a total prude, understanding that he wanted you to pay your dues with a favour instead.

You just didn’t think it would ever come to something like this. How humiliating, almost.

It was the fact that Suguru seemed to be involved too that further worsened your feelings on the issue. You were already barely into the idea of trading sex for a place to stay, but you now had the influence of two slowly approaching guys who had a different sort of idea of what to do with you.

As you pondered all of the possibilities, you found yourself so distracted that you didn’t even have time to react properly—wait.

Satoru already gave into his building curiousity with you; his wandering fingers pinched at the hem of your top, rolling up the fabric to reveal your bare stomach—your arms protested by anchoring down, but his strength relented and he pulled it off of you completely.

His cruising pursuit moved towards your shorts next, revealing the finishing piece for your bra’s matching set—how cruel it was of such fate to align on a day when you’d be wearing such a thing; both of their eyes shining with a delighted glint.

You blushed as you scrambled to cover up, your cheeks burning cherry red as your temperature turned feverish from the events that quickly unfolded.

“You look so cute when you’re all embarrassed like that.” Satoru commented as he flashed you a cheeky grin, his frosted lashes fluttering as he continued to stare at your now exposed skin.

He slipped right behind you, pulling you into his chest—his arms wrapped around your stomach, his cock pitching against his trousers, feeling his hardness pressing against your back; he wanted you so much, so soon. His lips sank as he nibbled against your neck, leaving behind rosy love bites from suckled flesh.

“Can you feel how hard you’re making me, [name]?” Satoru asked as he continued to grind—you didn’t dare reply, your voice caught in the back of your throat whenever you’d try.

Suguru moved closer at this point too, finally giving into his own thoughts within the company of your exposed form. His dark eyes brightened as he glossed his gaze over your frame, reeling his focus back onto your chest—curious hands unable to resist a feel for a second longer.

His fingertips would then trace towards your upper body, finally parking at your jaw as his fingers settled on a pinch against your chin; he wanted to keep your sights pointed towards him and him alone.

Suguru then lowered his lips to meet with yours, his tongue slowly pushing into your mouth as the wet fleshy muscle wrestled with your own to keep you subdued, pulling strands of webbing saliva back as he disconnected the kiss, just as though to take in his sight of you before going any further.

He took a step forward with intentional purpose and drive, you stepped back as he herded you, finding yourself perfectly sandwiched in between both Satoru and Suguru with absolutely zero wiggle room to spare.

It was then that Satoru once again didn’t give you any room to think as his hands brushed around your waist; greedy hands palmed around your hips before retreating to to the base of your shoulders, pushing you down to assume an entirely different position as your body listened.

Before you even had a chance to react even further, you were on your hands and knees before them both. Your knobbly joints tanking the pressure from the wooden floor, a sensation slightly painful as it rubbed you raw.

Through it, you felt some type of deeply rooted shame as you didn’t even protest, instead accepting the pursuit—you liked this, not quite knowing nor understanding why; feeling so wanted, so desired by both of them at the same time.

Satoru’s trousers fell to his knees as he too surrendered to the floor, his sweatpants gathering by your legs as moved closer in. You felt the tip of his length tease you as he prodded against your opening before sliding into you with such welcomed ease; your pussy already soaked and taking him in without a single hint of a struggle.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you, [name]?” Satoru couldn’t help but tease, “—you’re so wet for me already~!”

Your breath hitched as you once again couldn’t reply, instead eliciting a rushed gasp as he rammed the rest of his cock into your gushing heat, filling the otherwise silent room with the sounds of smacking pleasure as his rhythm quickly surrendered to something hurried, rather than taking the time to savour you.

Suguru was next; his face continuing to focus on yours as he looked down, towering himself above you. He slowly lowered himself to his knees too, succumbing to a certain type of idea that he had in mind.

“Your eyes are so pretty,” he spoke, tweezing his fingertips to turn your chin to face him once again, “can you keep looking at me?”

You obeyed as you felt pulled in by his voice, focusing your sights on his eyes as his own hands trailed elsewhere, eager to give you a taste of himself.

Suguru aligned himself with your lips, teasing his tip as he slowly pushed himself in and filled out the rest of your mouth—you took him in so well as he continued to pack his meat inside.

He moved himself further in as he bucked at your skull with his length, delighted by the noises you made as you struggled to take him in. He relented regardless as searched for your throat, his hands weaving through your hair, brushing away stray strands to keep looking at your pretty face.

Satoru at the same time continued to pound into your pussy from behind, his hips slamming against your ass, fingernails sinking into your bruised flesh. Your ass rippled as his pursuit continued, palms hitting your cheeks causing your eyes to water while you gagged on Suguru in the meanwhile.

Struggling to maintain your balance, Suguru lifted you by your arms to keep you right where he wanted you; continuing to slide his meat into your throat, finding an almost sadistic joy in how you reacted.

High pitched whines and breathy moans harmonising with their own grunting pleasure.

His demanding gaze narrowed, his lips trembling as he succumbed to a desperate chant; “eyes on me, eyes on me—“

Satoru seemed to be close to the edge of climax as his thrusting reached relentless pace, his grip against your once blank flesh now canvassed blotched watercolour markings all around your thighs, leaving behind signatures of bloodied etching from such passionate consequence.

He groaned as he half moaned your name; his hold tightening as your own cries meshed with both pleasure and pain—he drilled into you with such anticipated drive before delivering one final pump, milking himself dry into your sopping warmth, before finally pulling out, gasping and entirely spent.

It didn’t take long for Suguru to catch up next as you adhered to his wishes quite well, taking him in like such a good girl—sucking on him as your cheeks clenched, sending him to places he could only dream to go, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat as he continued to fuck your mouth the best that he could.

His release was sudden, emptying thick loads of a hot mess that pooled in your mouth, trailing against your chin as he finally pulled out—his eyes laced with utter affection.

You succumbed to the floor as Satoru pulled you closer, eager to help you recover, Suguru sat close by as he too, surrendered to creeping exhaustion.

Neither one of them could let you go, at least not yet.

“Now, wasn’t that fun, [name]?” Satoru asked as he brushed his hands along your legs, feeling tempted by a second round. “Maybe you should skip next month’s rent too?”

You didn’t reply yet again, but both your expression and flushed complexion along with your relaxed form all pointed to a definite yes—the feeling so wrong, so right, something you wouldn’t quite mind to revisit again and again.

“You should,” Suguru encouraged as he moved closer next to you, “I’d love to see more of those pretty eyes.”

As you settled into an exhausted stupor, wedged between them both, you couldn’t deny that you loved that idea.

So maybe, you shouldn’t rush in finding a job after all.

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sadistic-kiss · 10 hours

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House of Alpha Chapter 23: Control (Yes finally Nanami Smut 👩‍🍳✨)

Alpha!Nanami x OmegaReader

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Nanami shifted pulling his pants down and removing his glasses, you released a gasp as you looked away. “N-Nanami!”

“It’s okay. I thought this would be better. We always go to you but we never allow you to come to us. When you are ready to look at me then do so. Take your time.”

You blinked in silent shock, internally screaming. It was a nice gesture and you completely get what he’s thinking. Only Nanami could get naked and consider it a grand gesture of him being polite. This type of thing probably would have sent you running in the real world.

Nanami was patient with you. He waited for you to feel comfortable enough to turn your head and take in his nudity. Your eyes crawled over his frame and you were definitely not disappointed. The game was borderline hentai. Borderline. So usually you saw just their chest, but Nanami had all the right muscles in all the right places, perfectly balanced. A perfectionist even when it comes to his own looks. You did your best to not openly stare at his cock but good Tengen it was big even though he was half hard. He was the length of the blue now, so you could only assume when it was ready to go he’d be the glow-in-the-dark toy. You couldn’t even think how silly it was that Nanami was the one with the lightsaber dildo. You were too busy shamelessly ogling him.

His hands were upon his hips, and there was a slight blush on his cheeks, you could tell he was feeling sheepish much like when he asked if you liked his room. He cleared his throat, “Y-you can do whatever you want… and I’ll be silent and I won’t touch you.”

You took a step closer to him, raising your hand and placing it on his bicep. Then you grabbed the other one. He relaxed his arms for you, so you could feel to your heart's content, and he did not touch you. It was awkward, much like the start of your duette. Your touches were shy at first, but that quickly changed. You had already felt his muscles during your dance but you could have easily said it was an ‘accident’. This time you were able to feel and mold your hand over them with the intention to do just that. He was so warm, soft, and hard all at the same time, he was just too damn flawless. Too good to be real. They all were.

You moved your hand over his neck and he tensed with a soft groan. Your eyes darted to his blushing face, eyebrows pinched with glossy honey eyes. You were entranced by his pleasurable expression while you gently rubbed his neck. He was so cute like this and you loved that you were the cause of it. It turned you on to turn him on. A win-win situation. It made you greedy. How much more pleasure could you entice? Maybe this is how they feel when they make you feel good. You curled your fingers so you could run your nails up and down. His head dropped and leaned, soft purrs coming from his slightly parted lips.

You felt a spike of lust warm your body, and instead of denying the feeling you let it carry you along with the music.

You trailed your nails over his chest, going further down, his stomach flutters as you scratch upon his abs little rivers of red beading along the path. You danced your nails over his beautiful V-cuts. You were rewarded with purs and appreciative sighs. You didn’t even realize you were also purring, and your breathing erratic. You curved inward on your journey south, stopping right before his cock. He was more than hard now. The monstrous length didn’t scare you anymore but instead excited you. It was long with a fat tip and defined veins. As soon as your fingers smoothed over his cock he sucked in a sharp breath. You look up at him as you stroke his length, watching as his breath becomes heavier. Chest rising quicker. You smelt the scent of his essence before you saw it. Your eyes flickered to the sticky white substance that dotted his tip. You had a sudden strong urge to taste him. If Gojo tasted sweet and Getou had a minty taste then what did Nanami taste like? Mocha? Caramel? Hazelnut?

You dropped to your knees, excitedly sliding the tip into your mouth and sucking. “Hmm~” he tasted like your favorite coffee. Your tongue swiped over his slit like a tummy treat.

“Ngh~.” Nanami moaned deeply.

The sound of his moan added more oil to your burning greed to please.

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angeliiix · 2 months

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☄. *. ⋆ suguru drabble !!

suguru would honestly be the type of man to talk you through sex. giving you step by step on how to please him.

"cmon', swirl your tongue around the tip- yeahhh."

"ya' gotta cum on my face baby, cmon'."

"gotta moan louder, cmon', get louder love."

"cum on me, cum on my dick baby- yeahhh."

the face you would make following those instructions made him near ballistic. and whenever he was inside of you, hearing you get louder and louder, near your maybe third orgasm, he would just continue, even while you were cumming. and he would only ever stop if you used your guy's safe word (if you have one) or if one of you passed out.

moral of the story, follow suguru's instructions no matter what.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #suguru geto #geto suguru #geto #suguru #smut #fanfiction #geto x reader #reader x geto #suguru x reader #reader x suguru #reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #drabble

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satorusugurugurl · 2 months

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Brat tamer and daddy kink with geto, gojo and toji please 🙏🔥

Brat Tamer’s

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, FAB!R

Word count: 4,982 (I got really into it)

Warning: unprotected sex, degrading, overstimulating, public sex, dirty talk!

A/N: I literally loved this, I got so excited. I stayed up late editing it when I need to be up in four and a half hours! Please enjoy!

Summary: JJK men and how they fuck the bratty attitude out of you! 🥵

Gojo Satoru:

Rage boiled in the pit of your stomach as your leg bounced. The foul mood you were in wasn't because you woke up early on a Saturday or due to you sleeping on the couch. No, your sour mood is sponsored by your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru.

The bastard had been the biggest twat tease the previous day. All Friday long, he sent you the most provocative, smutty, thirsty texts the world had ever seen. Sexting, who the hell even sexted anymore?

Gojo Satoru did.

SATORU: damn, I'm thirsty. 😩

YOU: Buy a drink then? 🤨

SATORU: but they don't have what I want. .🥲

YOU: How could the vending machine be out of Cola?

SATORU: I don't want soda. I want that dripping pussy in my face. I wanna lap my tongue up and down, swirl it around your clit, and fuck you with my tongue until you cum on my mouth. Then I'll do it again, this time flattening my tongue over your cunt, encouraging you to use me how you want. In whatever way, Y/N, 🥵 I need you to sit on my face. I promise you the second you get home; I'm going to live between your thighs for the night. 😏❤️🌶

The conversation progressively got hotter and hotter until you found yourself clenching your thighs together to stop the insistent throbbing. God, it was so erotic. You loved reading his nasty words and were disappointed when they abruptly stopped. Maybe he’d taken pity on you, giving you a break to enjoy your dinner with Shoko and Utahime.

You were stripping the second you got home, kicking your shoes off, tossing your keys in the bowl by the door. If you knew how to teleport like Gojo, you would have been in the bedroom instantly. Alas, you had to run for it, sliding inside, hoping to find a naked Satoru with a rose between his teeth. Instead, you saw him snoring, drooling all over his pillow.

He had teased you all day, ruined a perfectly good pair of panties, to end up passing out on you!?

Sure, he was the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of the modern age, and he needed to get all the rest he could. It didn’t help that he had been on a long mission two days beforehand. But he could have rested after he fulfilled his nasty promises. But no, the bastard fell asleep on you.

“Morning Sweetheart.” Gojo walked into the kitchen with a yawn, oblivious to your rage. “Man, I slept like a baby.” He glanced around, searching for you, as he scratched at his stomach.

“Aw,” he stiffened at the tone of your voice, “did my old man sleep well?” Gojo watched as you lifted your coffee cup to your mouth, taking a long sip and glaring daggers at him.

“The fuck did you just call me?”

“Old man.” You snapped before taking another sip.

Gojo scoffed, grabbing his mug from the cabinet and filling it with hot coffee, fixing it with five cubes of sugar and sweet vanilla creamer. “Why the hell are you calling me that for?” There was only a two-year difference between you two. So he assumed that you woke up in a bad mood or you were being a brat at eight in the morning.

“Oh, I'm so sorry!” Sarcasm laced your voice, “I assumed you turned into an old man last night. Seeing that you passed out at nine o'clock last night. After you were a twat tease all day! You know, promising to eat my pussy in Ultra 4K HD.”

Oooh, that's why you were so pissed off.

“First off, relax; I was so tired when I got home. I just intended to nap, but it turned into an eleven-hour nap. And, you know I'll make it up to you, princess.”

“No, you won't.”

Your blatant defiance had Satoru choking on his coffee. He sputtered and hacked into his elbow as tears flooded his eyes. The entire time he was fighting for his life, you watched with a smirk. Knowing you were the cause of that reaction.

“I'm sorry, I must have misheard you.” Gojo took a deep breath, clearing his throat. “It sounded a lot like you just told me no. As in, you don’t want me to eat your pussy.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, pressing your breasts together. “You heard correctly.”

“Ha,” Satoru shook his head, leaning forward as he rested both hands on the kitchen counter. “Good one brat. You and I both know you’re lying. Keep it up. See what happens.”

“What.” You said, tilting your head. Assuming you hadn't heard him, Satoru opened his mouth to repeat himself. “Ever.” You finish with a smirk.

Now, that was annoying. Satoru’s blood was boiling as he realized you woke up and chose violence because he didn’t eat you out last night. Annoying as it was, he’d be lying if he said your attitude had his cock twitching inside his pajamas. Two could play in this game. He'd give you one last chance to behave before he taught you a lesson you would never forget.

“You’re going to listen to me carefully, baby.” You whined as he grabbed your face in his right hand, squeezing your cheeks gently, forcing a pout to form. “You’re going to be a good girl, and stop being a brat.”

Releasing his grip on your face, Satoru grinned, pleased with the pout that remained despite not forcing It. Now that you had been properly scolded, he could enjoy his coffee without choking to death. But before he could sip the sugary goodness, your pot twisted into a sly grin.

“Make me.”

Satoru’s eyes darkened before gently placing his cup down. You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry as he walked around the counter, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. He dragged you across the floor, which was easy, thanks to his curse technique. He whistled a cheerful tune as he entered your bedroom.

Which is where you had been for the last hour.

“S-Satoru!” You cried out, eyes wide as your back arched off the bed.

Satoru pushed your trembling thighs further apart. His tongue gently flickered at your abused and throbbing clit as his fingers curled inside of you. His cerulean eyes never once broke contact with your face in the hour he's been nestled between your thighs. Satoru was a man on a mission. A specific mission that was going to involve you crying from overstimulation by the time he was through with you.

“Too much!” You squeaked as his lips sealed around your clit, sucking on it. “Satoru! Satoru, please!”

He ignored you, promptly sucking harder as his fingers fastened their pace, curling against the spongy spot inside you. With a strangled yelp, you threw your head back, trembling hands reaching for his soft, snowy locks. You yanked him back. Away from your pussy with all the strength you could muster.

Satoru could have easily swatted you away, but he decided to be nice, allowing you to pull him away from your dripping sex. God, he looked as feral as you felt. Eyes narrowed, mouth dripping with your slick, pale cheeks flushed red.

“Oh, sorry, did you say something?” His talented tongue darted out, cleaning your slick off his lips. “Sorry, I’m an ‘old man,’ so I didn't hear you.” His tongue went back to work, swirling slowly around your clit as if it were his favorite candy.

“Mnnngh!” you yelled, gripping his hair tighter, “Toru!” He still paid you no mind, focused solely on making you cum for the sixth, seventh, eighth time? You'd lost count after four. “Toru!” Your legs trembled under his relentless attack. Satoru hummed, knowing you were close. He sped his fingers up, tongue flicking madly over your clit.

“Fuck! Fuck! Ahh!” You cried out as you squirted all over his face. But the man didn't stop; he kept the same speed going. Determined to make you cry from immense pleasure.

It was getting too much to handle. Spots were forming in your vision as you convulsed under him. There might be only one way to stop this never-ending orgasm loop. One that would most likely result in you getting fucked into the mattress, but at least that way, he would leave your poor clit alone for the time being.

“D-Daddy,” you whimpered, “Daddy, please.”

Just like you knew he would, Satoru lifted his head like a puppy being called for dinner. The damn bastard had a shit-eating grin plastered over his cum drenched face. “Oh, you called baby girl?~” His head rested against your thigh while slowly keeping his fingers moving inside of you.

“Nngh, oh fuck, I’m sorry, Daddy, please, I need your cock.” You cried out in relief, relaxing as he sat up, leaning back on the heels of his feet. “Daddy~ daddy, please.”

You knew he couldn’t take much more of this of the endless foreplay himself. His cock was straining against his pajama pants, a small wet spot forming against the gray fabric. Indeed, he was done punishing you. It had been a long, amazing, but still exhausting hour.

“Please, what? Use your words, beautiful.”

“Please fuck me.”

Tilting his head, Gojo rubbed at his slick chin, pondering thought. “Fuck you? You want your sweet daddy to fuck you?”

His hands rubbed up and down your thighs, making you jerk slightly. “Yes! Please, Daddy, I'm so sorry.” Satoru hummed in satisfaction before leaning down and kissing you deeply. You moaned, and he used the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. The taste of you flooded your mouth. He always kissed you like this before he fucked you.

Finally, the torture could stop.

He hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting your hips to rest over his own. But much to your horror, he pulled back, smirking as he lifted you high and higher until your legs were over his shoulders, and his lips trailed over your inner thighs with nips and hickeys.

“T-Toru! Wait, let's be reasonable!” A pitiful squeak escaped you as he dragged you to the edge of the bed. “I-I said I was sorry, Daddy!!” Terror plastered over your face as he dropped to his knees on the ground.

“Baby girl, I am being reasonable.” He pulled your hips closer to his mouth, his hot breath fanning over your cunt. “You were so hurt and distraught over me breaking my promise last night. So I have to make it up to you. I plan to fuck you all day.” Blue eyes glimmered, half-lidded, as he stuck his tongue out, dragging it slowly over your entrance. “With my tongue.”

Before you could utter another rushed, heartfelt apology, Satoru’s mouth sealed over you again, sucking you like you were his favorite treat. At this rate, he was going to suck the soul out of your body.

Geto Suguru:

“Sorry! Sorry!” You hummed out before stopping right in front of Suguru. You made it a point to bend over, your ass brushing against his crotch. “My shoe is untied!”

Suguru cleared his throat as you pretended to tie your non-existent shoelace. “No worries.” His throat was dry, and you looked over your shoulder to find him staring directly at your ass. This was going exactly as planned!

Last weekend Gojo had asked Suguru if he was a tit or ass man. Usually, your sweet boyfriend would say something along the lines that you as a whole, was his type. But between the shots of sake and the three beers he'd chugged, he eyes you carefully in thought. His dark gaze moved from your chest before he leaned back in his chair, trying to examine the ass you were sitting on. The whole scene had your friends whistling and clapping at the way he practically undressed you in front of them.

“Ya’ know, I was a tit guy in high school.” Suguru downed another shot before he draped his arm around you, pulling you firmly against his side. “But since Y/N and I started dating, I can confidently say that I am an ass man, Satoru.”

This discovery had your curiosity peaked. So there was only one logical thing for you to do. You needed to put his statement to the test. For science, of course. Nothing more than science.

Your first experiment was to see how he responded to you flashing him. When he had just gotten home from the gym, you welcomed him back by lifting your shirt showing him your breasts. In all of his sweaty glory, Suguru didn’t miss a beat. He dropped his gym bag, tossed you over his shoulder, and carried you to the bedroom, where he got his cool-down workout in.

That was the typical when he saw your boobs. Suguru loved your breasts. He loved to caress them, hold them, and bury his face in them after a long and stressful mission. In all of your previous relationships, no one enjoyed playing with your breasts as much attention as Suguru did. So to hear him say, with his own words, was a bit far-fetched.

Thus began your experiment to find out what he really was!

Throughout the day, you purposely dropped your pen, bent down to pick up your keys, and, of course, leaned over his desk in order to retrieve a paper that had mistakenly fallen into the ground. Each and every time you glanced back to look at him, to see an almost distant expression on his face as his eyes were glued to your ass.

His staring was hardly a reaction compared to you flashing him. Either he had been drunk when he answered Satoru, or you weren't putting in the effort needed to truly test him. He left you no choice but to step your antics up.

“Y/L/N-Sensei!” Itadori beamed as you carried a stack of papers into the classroom. “Do you need help with that?”

“No, I got it, Itadori!” You neatly placed the papers on the desk, grinning at Suguru, who was talking to Megumi about his stance in the earlier training. “I do need to borrow Geto, though. Sorry, guys.”

Hearing you call his name, your boyfriend turned, a soft smile gracing his gorgeous face. “Okay, class is dismissed for today. I'll see you all tomorrow.” The three first years left the opposite way that you led Suguru down.

“I needed to grab the box of paper talisman paper out of storage.” You opened the door to the storage closet. “But I can reach it.”

“So you're just using me for my height?” Suguru gasped dramatically. “Has our whole relationship been a lie, Y/N?”

With a giggle from you, Suguru stepped inside, reaching for the box on the highest shelf. Now was the perfect chance to see how he reacted to your ass. You stepped inside the closet with him. Your darling boyfriend is oblivious to your mischievous intentions.

“Oh!” Suguru turned to watch as you shut the door. He didn't get to ask what you were doing when he suddenly stiffened as you squeezed between him and the shelves. “I was wondering where they kept the extra pens!” You stood on your tiptoes, rubbing your ass on his crotch. Suguru hissed, and you could feel his cock twitch in his pants.

“Sorry! I just!” Standing on your tiptoes, you barely reached for the box of pens before dropping down. You repeated this action several times, practically dry-humping against him while attempting to maintain your innocence. “They're just so far away!”

When you reached your fingers again, grazing the box, Suguru’s hand clamped down on your wrist, squeezing it. His labored breathing hit the back of your neck as his cock throbbed hard against your ass. The air inside the closet was suddenly ten times hotter and stuffier than it had been seconds ago.

“I fuckin’ knew it.” Suguru snarled, his lips pressing against the back of your neck as her hands grabbed the hem of your pants. “You’ve been bending over in front of me all day on purpose. Are you seriously trying to test me?”

You were suddenly pushed against the shelves with one of his hands as the other yanked your pants and panties down, pooling them at your knees. “What are you talking about?” You attempt to come off as confused, but hearing the zip to his uniform being dragged down had you shivering.

“Oh, don't play dumb. You were testing to see if I was an ass man or not, weren't you?” He ends his question with a smack against your ass. “That's why you kept bending over, you know, like a brat.”

“Still don't know what you mean.” Your act is slipping up as you hear Suguru spit behind you. A second later, his hot, spit-slicked cock grinds perfectly over your ass. “Oh shit~”

Sugar kneads at your ass, thrusting his cock between your cheeks. “You can keep playing the innocent act, but we both know you're a terrible liar, Y/N.” He adjusts himself, allowing his cock to move further down, his tip teasing the entrance to your pussy.

“I am? Man, what gave me away?”

“Your shoes don't have laces.” With a sudden and sharp thrust, Suguru slams inside of you, his hand clamping down over your mouth, muffling your scream of pleasure. “Silly little brat, you wanted this as much as me, Your pussy is soaking wet for me, and I didn't even get a chance to touch your pretty cunt.”

You scream into his palm as he starts thrusting into you, the shelves shaking, dust flying around the two of you. As boxes and papers fall to the ground, Suguru picks up his pace. Your pussy is so tight and wet. It feels so good to be buried deep inside of you.

“Fuck~ fuck your pussy is the best,” Suguru whispers slowly in your ear, his dark hair falling over your shoulder as he leans fully against you. “This is like my own personal treat for being good and not fucking you in front of the entire school.”

His words, the tone of his gravely voice, and the mere force he was fucking you at. It had you hurdling to the edge so fast you felt like a teenager again. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you convulsed around his cock, cumming so hard you thought you might pass out. And Geto, he wasn't better off. You'd been rubbing up his cock off and on all day, the ultimate edging.

His teeth dug into your shoulder to silence his moans and whimpers as his cock throbbed inside of you, filling you with his seed. You breathed heavily against his palm, gasping for air as he dropped his hand from your mouth to your chin. He turned you to face him, kissing you ever so gently as he slowly pulled out of you.

“We need to go home.” With shaking hands, you tried to pull your clothes back up. “I’m going to fuck you for each time you ground that sweet ass against me today.” Suguru kindly decided to help you with your pants, pulling them up and fastening them secure. “Hope you're ready for a long night, Princess.” His hand slapped your ass as you both headed out of the closet. “Cause that ass is mine.”

In conclusion, you discovered the truth: Geto Suguru was, in fact, an ass man.

Toji Fushiguro:

“We’re having dinner with a potential client tonight. Make sure you wear something nice. Not like your usual t-shirts and shit.”

His words rang through your ears repeatedly as you eyed yourself in the bathroom mirror. You'd show him something nice. The asshole dared to tell you to wear something nice?! Mr. Sweatpants himself? What a dickhead!

After he took off for work, you made it your life's sole mission to get dolled up to a t. If he wanted to impress your potential client, you'd make their fucking jaws drop. You'd be so hot; they'd take the two of you on as clients just in the hopes of seeing you in all your fuckin’ glory!

“I assure you, my partner and I can immediately get the job done for you,” Toji said, sipping on the red wine his potential client so graciously bought.

“You both came highly recommended; I look for— my God.” the elderly man perked up. “What a stunning woman.”

Toji scoffed into his glass; he didn't care to look at other women. You were the only one he had eyes for. You were the only woman that mattered. He did, however, pay attention to the older man’s eyes. They were following whatever poor woman was walking about. Watching the man in his eighties undress them with their beady eyes was a sickening sight.

“Oh!” The man in front of Toji perked up, straightening his tie. “She's coming this way, Fushiguro.”

The sound of high- heels clicking against the tile didn't have Toji intrigued in the slightest. But the smell of your perfume and the sudden silence had him whirling around in his chair. “So sorry to keep you both waiting.” You stood there behind Toji’s chair.

Your makeup was done, and your Y/H/C hair was styled expertly. Toji had seen you dolled up countless times before. That wasn’t new. What was new was the super short red dress you were wearing. It clung to your curves, leaving hardly anything to the imagination. Your breasts bounced, threatening to pop out as you bowed at the elderly client. When you straightened your back, Toji felt the vein in his forehead throb as your dress, which went up to your mid-thigh, rode up slightly, showing off more of your smooth skin.

While you looked absolutely delicious, this was not what he had meant when he told you to dress nice.

“Please don't apologize, darling.” The soon-to-be-dead client motioned to the chair next to Toji. “Please sit. What would you like to drink?”

“Wine, please.” Toji gritted his teeth, eyes constantly darting from you to the client.

Throughout appetizers and drinks, you made sure to lean over, stretch, and emphasize your body in every way you could. In doing so, you caught the attention of passing patrons, the disgusting man in front of you, and your boyfriend, who was fuming with anger. Okay, yes, this was partially his fault. He put himself directly in this situation. Next time, he’ll know better than to tell you what to do.

When they brought out the main dishes, the elderly man licked his lips, holding a fork out to you, noodles expertly wrapped around it. “Have you ever tried the pesto pasta here? It's my absolute favorite. Give it a try, Y/N!~” Fighting back a grimace of disgust, you put on a smile. You leaned over the table, opening your mouth wide as you took the food directly off his fork.

While the act of being fed by a perverted old man was disgusting, the delicious flavor of chicken, pesto, and garlic made up for it. It was so decadent that you moaned as you swallowed the bite. Hearing a sound that was for his ears only made Toji stand up, his chair falling back from the speed of his actions. His face focused on you before he grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N! Pesto has pine nuts in it!” There was a tone of faux worry in his voice.

“Huh?” Cocking an eyebrow, you were about to tell him you knew that. When he scooped you up into his arms.

“You idiot! You're allergic to nuts!”

The clanking of silverware caught your attention, and your eyes peered back at the table. The pervert looks pale, terror painting his face. “I'm so sorry! Do I need to call an ambulance?”

“No! I have an Epi-pen in my car. I’m sorry, but we need to leave right now.”

“N-No! Please don’t; we can reschedule for another day.”

The old man watched as Toji hurriedly carried you out of the dining area of the restaurant, not once hearing the “Not a damn chance we’re doing this again.” From your very pissed-off boyfriend.

Toji suddenly turned and carried you down a hall before B-lining it into a family restroom. He plopped you down on the counter before locking the door behind him. His worried expression melted away, replaced with a darkened, more devious, rageful stare. The sheer power of his stare had you tugging your dress down in an attempt to cover your thighs. Something you had refused to do throughout the dinner.

“Oh no, you don't,” Toji’s large hand smacked yours away, “you’re the one that dressed like a slut, you might as well embrace the look.”

A shuddering breath escaped you as his fingers slipped under the skin-tight fabric, pushing it up to rest above your hips. The whole time his fingers grazed over your skin, you could see the anger in his eyes turning from a simmer to a boil in real-time. You were suddenly regretting your choices.

“Toji, we’re in a family restroom. Someone could hear us.”

“Oh? Suddenly, you're taking note of people noticing you? You didn't seem to mind when that dirtbag was eyefucking you all night. You left very little to his imagination.”

“Well, you told me to wear something nice, so I did.”

“The only place this slutty outfit is good for is in my bed.” He forced your thighs open wide, his fingers curling under the lacey hem of your panties.

His fingers were warm and oh so close to your throbbing sex. “Toji, they’ll hear us.” You scolded in a hushed tone, eyes darting towards the door leading out to a full restaurant of people.

Toji hummed and ripped the flimsy fabric of your underwear in half, causing you to gasp. “Then I guess you’ll be needing a gag.” Grabbing the back of your neck, Toji slammed his lips against yours in a searing kiss.

God, he tasted like rich wine as his tongue slid into your mouth. You followed his lead, massing your tongue against his as he worked at his belt and pants. He deepened the kiss before pulling you closer to the edge of the counter, the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your dripping sex, coating your slick all over his shaft.

“Toji~” You hummed happily as the tip of his cock popped into you. Your hum slowly grew into a whine that worked its way up the back of your throat.

“I don't think so.” Your boyfriend pushed further into you. Using his free hand, Toji squeezed your cheeks in his hand, forcing your mouth open. “You were just saying someone could hear us.” He shoved your ruined panties in your mouth. “So shut the fuck up slut.”

Tasting yourself, combined with his cock slowly thrusting into you, made you cry out around your panties. Your hands shot up, gripping his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. The sting of pain urged Toji on as he slammed into you harder.

“I know I told you to dress nice, but I take that back.” His fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you closer, pushing his dick firmly against your cervix. “You flaunting your body like that tonight made me realize I don't want anyone lookin’ at ya’ like that” His thrusts turned harder and fast, his cock pressing into your cervix over and over again. “You only dress like that for me, Y/N; you’re my slut.”

Rolling your eyes back, you mumbled some unintelligible response back to him. Hearing the lack of words coming from you had Toji smirking against your neck as he nipped and sucked at your sensitive skin. Bite marks and hickey’s littered your skin, marking you as his. If you even dared to wear something so revealing again, anyone who would dare look at you would know you were taken.

Taken and thoroughly fucked.

Being marked, having Toji fuck you into place. God, it was too much, way too much for you to handle. Your pussy started throbbing, clamping around his cock, as drool seeped out of the corner of your mouth. Wincing at the sting from your nails, Toji released himself from your neck. Tilting his head to the side, he chuckled.

“Awww~ is my little slut going to cum?~” Nodding your head, Toji licked his lips. “You gonna cum all over Daddy’s fat cock slut?” Another nod, your hands gripping his shoulders for dear life. “Then what the fuck are ya waitin’ for?” Snarling next to your ear Toji fucked you as hard as he could.

That sent you over the edge. You screamed around your panties cumming all over his perfect fat cock. “That’s it, that's a good fucking girl~ cum on my fat cock.” He hissed through clenched teeth. “Cum on my cock, cum on my cock. That's it~! Gonna fill you up, take it, take it slut.” Toji’s head tilted back as he roared, pumping rope after rope of hot cum into you.

He remained like that, holding you on the counter, buried inside of you. Once his cock softened, Toji pulled out of you. You dug your panties out of your mouth. You were holding the spit-coated fabric in your hands. You looked between them and your boyfriend, who was stuffing his dick back into his pants.

“Who knew me dressing up like this would end with mind-blowing sex?”

“End?” Your panties were snatched out of your palm. “Baby girl, we're just getting started.” he wadded up the fabric before sliding his hand between your legs. “So I'm just gonna—” you gasped as he pushed your panties inside your pussy, “keep you plugged up until I get you home.”

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sugusoneandonly · 29 days

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emperors satosugu who fall for their new tailor. like imagine them summoning u to the throne room thinking that they need u for work but rlly they js bring u up to their shared throne to sit on their big beefy laps😞😕🙁🙁

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sonarspace · 3 months

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heloo :)

Just thought of sending an ask bc I saw your post begging for one T^T Also bc my friend encouraged me to be braver and just ask/reblog when I want to

May I request for a teeth-rotting fluffy morning with Geto? Fem!Reader pls. Cuddly morning sex 🥺 (it's okay if you don't want to!)

I hope you have a nice day, and that your studies go smoothly! And I'm sorry if I wasted your time 😞

~🌸

SWEET LIKE SUGAR

wc: ~ 900 warnings: nsfw! sex. (cuddle position?). nicknames. breeding kink if you squint. established relationship. a/n: begginggjdjfdjfj is sending me. thank you sweetie, hope you have a wonderful week! (dunno if i love how this turned out or hate it) i hope you like this my cherry blossom :D

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

his fingers trace the sunlight hitting your body through the slightly opened window. you're laying on your side. you hum as you feel a kiss on your thigh. the kisses move higher towards your hip and onto your waist. your tank moves up as he pulls you to lay you on your back. his hands move to your thighs pulling them apart to fit himself in between. usually he would go back to sleep under your shirt feeling sheltered by the warmth of your skin. but this time he leaves kisses all over your stomach. a small bite on your hip which he then soothes with his tongue.

"suguru," you whisper softly. he smiles at you from his position on your stomach. "good morning sleepyhead," he comes up to leave a kiss on your cheeks. his lips soft against your skin. his hand holds your face. "how'd you sleep sugar?". his gaze flitting between your lips and your eyes. "really good, what about you?," you ask as you place a hand on his chest, moving it to his shoulder. "i dreamt of us," his lips hovered over yours. "what were we doing?" you murmur. his thumbs traces your lips and your heart picks up a beat. "can i show you?" he asks shyly. you nod. he kisses your upper lip, then your lower lip. his fingers dancing on your ribs as he kisses you fully. his tongue pokes at your lips asking for silent permission to be let in. you part your lips. his tongue traces yours. he whimpers. he sucks your tongue into his mouth. your hand moves into his hair. tugging at his roots. pulling him closer. your chest flushed against his chest. pelvis pressing to yours. you can feel his hardening cock poke at your thigh so you reach down and pull off his shorts. he groans into your mouth.

he pulls back. looking down at how you're stroking his cock. you gather his pre cum onto your thumb and bring it up to your mouth. looking into his eyes, you suck it slowly and your eyes roll back as you taste him. he hisses like he can feel your lips wrapped around his cock. as soon as you pop your thumb out, his mouth is onto yours. kissing hard. taking away your breath. it's all teeth. he pushes your tank above your boobs and into your mouth. "stay like this for me," he says pulling your chin down to look at him as he gets between your thighs. he kisses your pussy over your panties. his tongue presses down onto where your clit is and you bite down on the shirt between your lips at the pleasure you feel. his eyes on you the entire time. his tongue moves down to your entrance, poking into your panties harder to reach closer. your eyes shut and your hips buck up into his mouth. you sit up on your elbows tugging him up towards you "please. god. just fuck me," you cry.

"god? is that what you're calling me now?" he smirks. "suguru," you whine. he lays beside you. wrapping his arms around pulling you closer to him. your facing each other as his hand goes down to your leg pulling it over his hip. he pushes your panties to the side lining his tip to your opening and pushes in slowly. you hiss at the blissful pleasure. "this." he breathes. "this is what we were doing." he can't take his eyes off of you. he wished he could live in this moment forever. pleasuring you.

you both gasp, struggling to catch your breath as he went on. your head tips back when he pulls out and pushes in fully. he takes the opportunity to leave kisses over your throat and sucks a hickey at the dip between collarbones. his hand moved under your top to cup your boobs. "dreamer boy," you pant. "look at me," he groans. your foreheads touching. his hand goes under your arm to hug you closer. "you're so perfect for me," he purrs at your ear. "how does it feel?" he asks leaning back looking into your eyes. "feels good sugu. so good." his hand moves between you. his finger rubs at your nub. "fuck, baby please," you choke. "shhh sweet girl. don't worry. gonna give you everything you need, i promise." he kisses your forehead.

his finger on your clit starts moving faster trying to get you to reach your high. "cum for me sugar," he whines. he kisses you again. swallowing your moans. you breathe heavily as you get closer to your orgasm. that tightening coil in your stomach finally erupts and you cum with a loud cry of his name. your head moves under his chin. your breath hitting his throat. "fuck baby, you're clenching so much," he croaks. you peck his adam's apple. with one more deep thrust he fills you up. with ropes and ropes of his seed. his hand moves over to your stomach. pressing slightly. "gonna marry the fuck out of you and knock you up one day, if you're down for it," he whispers pushing back the hair blowing on your face from the breeze outside. "i'd love that," you smile against his lips.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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sykosugu · 1 month

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♤♢ on the run ♧♡ | ruby (y/n) moodboard

❝ are you insane? ❞ ❝ maybe..but you are too.❞

#getou suguru x reader #geto suguru #jjk suguru #suguru geto smut #jujutsu kaisen suguru #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto smut #geto x y/n #geto x you #suguru x reader #reader x geto #suguru x you #suguru x y/n

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hunniez · 3 months

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thinking abt going grocery shopping with geto. like ok maybe I’m just a lovergirl who loves doing simple day to day tasks with my beloved but hear me out like it would be so cute. in your lazy day fits consisting of sweatpants and slides and sweatshirts (you def stole one of his) just strolling through the aisles with eachother, looking up at him puppy dog eyes and pouting trying to convince him to buy your fav snacks, tugging on his sleeve to point out new products or your favorite fruit or ingredients for a recipe you saw online and ohh his heart implodes just looking at your starry eyes and your visible excitement. and when you two are in an aisle alone he def wraps his arms around your waist and presses kisses along your neck and the side of your face while you double check the shopping list to make sure you didn’t forget anything.

#I am a sucker for domesticity #if you couldn’t tell #I was in wegmans thinking abt this LMFAOOO #on the other hand pls dont take geto to costco I think it would acc stress him out #oh! lin speaks: blurb edition #geto suguru #jjk #reader x geto #reader x geto suguru

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conan-hearts-u · 14 days

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#crybaby talk #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokrev #jjk x reader #geto x reader #reader x geto #sanzu x you

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spellboundspectre · 2 years

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under his skin--chapter two

suguru getō x female!reader; 18+ only, minors do not interact

content: taking a bath together, slightly intoxicated reader, wedding night sex, multiple orgasm, squirting, over-stimulation, praise kink, slightly mean dom suguru, domestic fluff at the end, slight dubcon (just to be safe)

word count: 6.6k

a/n: thank you so much to everyone who read, reblogged or responded to chapter one, it means so much to me! i hope y’all continue to enjoy chapter 2.

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You never wanted to get married.

It was too permanent, too volatile and far too terrifying for you. Years of providing for your family had taught you that no matter how much you trusted someone, they could still stab you in the back.

It’s not like it mattered anyways. On the rare occasions you tried to date, you only made it past three or four dates before you never heard from them again. Baggage has a way of scaring people off.

So many times you told yourself it was for the best.

Falling in love was appealing, there was no denying that. But after the way you watched your mother fall apart after your father died, you were afraid of loving someone so deeply.

When he first died, months would stretch by without her leaving her bed. Seeing a woman who was ordinarily so independent become a shell of her former self terrified you. You weren’t the eldest child, it shouldn’t have been your responsibility, but you were the only one who stepped forward when she needed help.

At first she was grateful, overwhelmed with pride that one of her daughters would step forward to take care of him. But as her coping mechanism turned to more and more addictive substances, her gratitude turned into entitlement and your siblings followed suit.

Often, you told yourself you didn’t mind. You loved your six siblings, you loved your mother.

But you were so fucking tired.

Raising your siblings was grueling, ungrateful work. Keeping your mother on track with all her various obligations was tedious. Difficult conversations often fell to you. Instead of a loving older sister, your younger siblings saw you as an old crow who loved to say no.

It was fine, you reassured yourself.

The world always seemed to take from you. Long after you had anything to give, it would take.

Take, take, take.

So of course something like this would happen. How perfectly ironic that just after your youngest sibling graduated high school, just as you were beginning to entertain the idea of living your life for yourself, something would get in your way.

Every time you think you’re seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, it was just another train coming to run you down.

It was just perfect timing that your cursed energy ate through the first ring your father gave you. There was another, stashed away for an emergency hidden in the depth of your closet. It was only an afternoon, five hours at the most you cursed energy wasn’t masked. And it was just the amount of time needed for the clan elders to track you down.

And then you met Suguru, and for once, someone offered something to you.

While his demands gave you pause, what he offered was too valuable to pass up. It wouldn’t bring your father back from the dead. It wouldn’t give you back your childhood; but it would make all your suffering worth it.

That was good enough for you.

Suguru had equal capacity for clueless and kindness. Previously he mentioned having two young daughters, and judging by the way they clung him through the reception, his daughters loved him very dearly. At least if you had a child with him, they would be well taken care of.

That being said, you didn’t think he would want to try for one right away.

“So shy,” he whines as he presses another kiss to your neck, ”Do you want to take a bath first? Relax a little?”

Your voice catches in your throat.

“I–” you gulp, “Yes, actually. A bath sounds nice.”

“Good thing I booked us at an onsen. And our suite has its own private bath,” he points to the balcony door. “I’m going to get some sake, and then I’ll join you.”

A firm suggestion and a subtle hint. He wants you naked by the time he arrives back. With a nod, you make your way outside.

Suguru is only the third man who has ever kissed you, as you’ve never had the time or interest to pursue anything more. The experience you do have is extremely limited and your stomach twists and turns with anxiety.

At least the view is nice, you think as you begin peeling away the layers of your uchikake.

Stones the color of a stormy sky are stacked in one corner of the enclosed yard. Water noisy trickles down them and flows into a koi pond with pale pink lily pads sprinkled on its surface. Paper lanterns on strings hang from four posts in each corner of the yard, and their glow gives the back patio a picturesque feel.

More stones create a ten foot rock wall surrounds the back patio of your suite, protecting you from any would-be peeping toms. You fold your garments and set them on a stool, it’ll have to do until you can get back home and return them to the box in your mother’s closet.

The water is pleasantly warm when you test with the tip of your toe. Even more so when you submerge yourself down to your shoulders. The onsen is far enough from the city that light pollution doesn’t drown out the twinkling of the stars in the sky. In mesmerizing fashion, they illuminate the sky with a glow that rivals that of the moon. They almost look like millions of pin pricks on black paper.

“Enjoying yourself?”

He seems to be in no rush as he digs a carton of cigarettes from the sleeve of his haori.

Languidly, he pours himself a drink of sake without offering you any. You make a face without realizing it and Suguru chuckles softly. A menu is presented to you and your husband opens it to the dessert section.

“You’ve drunk enough on an empty stomach,” he says as he lights a cigarette, “Eat something if you want to drink more.”

Your brow arches in confusion.

“It’s our wedding night,” Suguru reminds you between drags of nicotine, “I want it to be memorable, and that can’t happen if you’re too drunk.”

The small gesture of kindness is enough to warm your cheeks. You hide your face behind the menu and hope he doesn’t notice.

“The cheesecake looks nice,” you mumble after looking over your options for a few moments.

Suguru hums as he plucks the menu from your hand and gives it a once over. In a few strides, he returns to the suite and you can hear him ordering over the trickling of the water. He waits for a few minutes before room service knocks at the door.

When he returns, you avert your gaze to give him privacy as he disrobes. You don’t look up again until you hear the splashing of water and feel him close to you.

Suguru tuts as you reach for the spare fork, electing to feed you himself. His eyes are transfixed on your lips as they drag over the length of the fork.

“Is it good?” your husband asks.

You nod as the creamy texture of the cake spreads across your tongue.

“Get a strawberry, too.”

He presses a berry to your mouth. Your lips open brush against his fingers as he places it against your tongue. His tongue darts out to lick the faint trail of your saliva from his finger.

“Is it good?” he asks as you’re mid-bite.

Dumbly, you nod as the tart flavor of the berry mixes with the creamy texture of the cake.

When you finish, he offers you a warm smile a cup of sake. It only takes a small sip to reawaken the rest of the alcohol in your belly, and you’re grateful he made you eat something before drinking more.

Suguru drinks silently beside you in the relaxing waters for a bit. You don’t mean to, but you can’t help but admire how handsome he is.

At least your kids won’t be ugly.

Another sip of sake has you feeling bolder, and more aware of the fact that you know next to nothing about your husband.

“How old are you daughters?” you ask.

“Thirteen.”

“They didn’t seem to like me,” you sigh.

Suguru chokes on his sake.

“They’re at an age where they don’t like anyone,” he says in a pained voice, “It’s not just you.”

You take another sip and nod.

“So what am I supposed to do now?”

Suguru turns to face you, “What do you mean?”

“We have to give the appearance of a proper couple, to make sure no one asks questions,” he says, “Unless you’d like for you mother to come prying in our business.”

It’s your turn to choke on your drink.

“Yeah, I’ll take that as a no,” he says as your try to clear your throat.

“No, please God, no,” you beg.

“Then we’ll have to give a convincing act,” he teases, “You should always call me darling, or dear.”

“Ok,” you say, too tipsy to really focus on anything he was saying.

“Kiss me before I leave for work every morning,” he asks in a low voice.

You slowly nod in the affirmative.

“Do you understand?” he presses.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, darling,” you reply with a dopey smile.

After finishing the last bit of your drink, Suguru takes your cup and places on the edge of the bath. He scoots a little closer to you.

“Can I kiss you?”

The request catches you off guard. In your drunken state, you struggle to reply elegantly.

“I—I uh,” you stutter, “If you want to you.”

“I do,” he insist as he cups your jaw.

Suguru closes the distance between you with unshakeable confidence as your stomach does somersaults inside of you. His lips are soft when they touch your, his kiss is delicate and you sigh against his mouth.

Instinctively, your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer. His arms seeks out your waist. He breaks the kiss and you whine.

“I think it’s time we got out,” he says, staring at you ravenously.

He wastes no time in removing himself from the bath, and with ease, he lifts you by your underarms and places you on the ground beside him. Long legs close the distance much faster than yours, and you have to almost jog to keep up with his pace.

Suguru drapes himself on the futon and pats the spot next to him. You try to conceal your naked form from him as you sit next to him, and he tuts at you again.

“Why are you hiding from me?” your husband whines, “I want a good look at my wife.”

His hand latches behind your neck and pulls you in for another kiss. You melt against him, and Suguru wastes no time taking things further.

His kisses grow more fevered as he travels down the column of your neck. Each one is hotter than the last, his tongue sneaks out a little more to lap at you. You can feel the pressure of his teeth against your flesh, dull sensations until he grows restless and he begins to nip at you.

The bite of his teeth isn’t exactly painful, but it’s enough to make you gasp. Suguru immediately pulls you closer, coils his arms around you tighter. Gingerly, the pads of his fingers glide down your stomach until they reach the patch of curls that grow between your legs.

He sighs in your ear when he finds how wet you are. Gathering your juices on his fingers, your husband spread it along your labia. Suguru hyper-fixates on every breath you take, each little sigh and flutter of your lashes. Your legs inch wider and wider as he continues to play with your pussy.

“Does that feel good?” He whispers in your ear.

His warm breath tickles at the shell of your ear and you nod slowly in response.

“Huh?” your husband whines, his fingers slowing, “Well if you don’t speak up, I’m going to assume you don’t like it.”

Suguru teases you in a sing-song voice, and by the time he’s finished speaking, his hands have left you entirely. A whiny sigh leaves you and the curse user laughs.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Touch me,” you urge.

Suguru coos at you and strokes your hair.

“Where?” he asks innocently.

You bite your lip in frustration and raise your hips to draw his attention back to them, but still he doesn’t move.

“Touch my pussy,” you plead in a hushed whisper, “Please.”

He seems delighted at your request, long fingers seeking out your cunt the moment the words leave your mouth.

“Was that so hard?” He mocks.

Suguru’s fingers curve along the swell of your pussy lips, pressing gently at first to gauge your reaction. A small gasp leaves you and you maintain eye contact with your husband, a silent plea for him to keep going.

Slowly, he works his fingers inside of you. Suguru starts with one, savoring the way your walls cling to his digit and coat it with your slick. When he thinks you’re ready he pushes another finger inside, and another. Your husband stares at the sight of your stretched out hungrily. His cock is twitching against his stomach with need.

All the while, your cunt is fluttering around him. Your back arches painfully against the futon as your breathing grows more and more ragged. Each minute is better than the last, each touch feels more pleasurable. Suguru plays your cunt with expert precision, knowing just where to touch, where to linger to have you on the verge of orgasm.

Broken cries and breathy moans are all that pour forth from you.

His thumb gathers some of your juices before pressing against your clit to rub tight circles and you shatter in seconds.

“You look so cute when you cum,” Suguru praises.

How? You think as you wail obscenely. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you have to blink several times to rid your vision of little white stars.

Hunger getting the best of him, Suguru doesn’t let you ride out the full length of your orgasm. As soon as your breathing is more steady, he slides down your body and latches his mouth to your spasming pussy.

Suguru laps at your cunt wildly as you writhe beneath him. Already your back feels almost uncomfortably arched, your legs spread as wide as your body will allow so that he can lay between them.

Your husband's hands hold your thighs open. Each trail of his tongue through your lips sends sparks through your brain. Your clit is still overloaded from your previous orgasm, and even though his tongue hasn’t touched it, you can still feel faint tremors of pleasure.

Suguru moans against your sex as he slurps the slick from you, growing louder and louder with every passing moment. Obviously, he’s enjoying himself. So lost in giving you pleasure that he drowns in his own.

At first you think you’re imagining it, even when pleasuring yourself you could never have two orgasms back to back. By the time the tip of his tongue is prodding at your clit, you’re already halfway to your next climax.

Your husband gives you a few teasing licks, letting his tongue hand from his mouth as he does. Suguru only gives you a few seconds to adjust to the sensation before he latches his lips to your cunt and sucks.

The back of your head digs into the futon as you let out a high pitched moan. You can feel the corners of Suguru’s lips curl in a smile.

Your fingers claw into the sheets as your pulse races between your ears. He’s trying to kill me, you think, he’s trying to give me a heart attack and kill me.

Your body squirms and twists under his hold, but for every bit you tremble, the curse user is quick to mold himself to you. He presses himself so closely that for a moment, you forget where he ends and you begin.

The coil in your belly snaps before you even realize how tightly it’s been wound. The haze from your previous orgasm hasn’t yet cleared and yet your husband’s tongue submerges you in ecstasy all over again.

Your breath stutters in your chest, lungs failing to remember how to function. Pelvis arching against Suguru’s mouth, you cry out. He lets you ride out your climax on his tongue, the once rapid licks now slowed to a gentle lap.

By the time he finally pulls away, you’re a boneless heap. Your chest rises and falls almost steadily, with the occasional shaky breath. All you can do is gaze at him dreamily.

“You good?” your husband asks smugly.

You mumble in the affirmative and the corners of Suguru’s eyes crinkle as he laughs.

His hands roam along your thighs, stroking your heated skin until you relax completely in his grasp. Your husband allows you to catch your breath, waits for the blood to drain from your cheeks.

You’re nearly half-asleep when he pats the outside of your thigh.

“Ready?” your husband inquires, “You didn’t think we were done yet, did you?”

Sheepishly, you shake your head.

Of course not.

Suguru is quick to slide his fingers back into your wet heat. The pads of his fingers rub against your sweet spot without mercy. Unsatisfied with the way your eyes roll into the back of your head, he decides to fasten his mouth to your cunt once again and firmly strokes your clit with the flat of his tongue.

Panting wildly, your hips buck against his face and Suguru pushes you against the futon with a firm hand to your belly. Not only does the motion keep you still, but it intensifies the sensation of his fingers stretching you open.

It’s so much harder to contain your moans this time. Your entire body burns with embarrassment at the thought of the staff listening in as Suguru ravishes you. The idea doesn’t linger though, when Suguru realizes you’re not completely focused on him, he bites at the junction where your thigh meets your hip.

“Pay attention to me,” he whines, “It’s my wedding night, too.”

Once your eyes return to him, so does he return to your cunt. He’s definitely enjoying this, you realize. Perhaps it’s lust, or even pride, either way, the things he’s doing to you feel absolutely divine. An ironic choice of words, considering the severed heads that lie only a few feet from your sweating bodies.

You should probably be scared of him, maybe you should even be plotting a way to escape him. Instead, you weave your fingers through his hair and push his head even closer to your cunt. Again, he groans against your flesh, his tongue growing even more rapid in its assault.

Your orgasm builds and builds, it blurs your vision with tears, it tells you to grit your teeth until finally it bursts.

Suguru stares at your drenched cunt in awe.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I’m so sorry, that’s never–” you hiccup, “that’s never happened before.”

Embarrassed, you cover your hands with your face. Your husband scrubs his hand down his chin, gathering the drops of your orgasm in his palm before licking it clean.

“Can you do it again?”

You peek at him through your fingers.

“I don’t know,” you squeak.

He palms at his cock to alleviate the way it aches.

“You want to find out?” he asks cheekily as he gives his length a few short strokes, “Don’t you think I’ve earned a little fun for myself?”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer. He’s restrained himself all night, and he can’t wait a second longer.

Suguru manipulates your body into position with ease, his hands rest behind your knees as he pushes them back until you’re nearly bent in half. He keeps you that way with one hand, using the other to stroke his cock before lining it up with your cunt.

Violet eyes are transfixed on your pussy, the tip of his tongue peeks out from behind his lips.

The butterflies in your stomach are going wild with anticipation that even after how much Suguru has stretched you out, it’ll still hurt when fucks you for the first time.

Lucky for you, your husband can see the worry behind your eyes; and while he’d love nothing more than to rut into you like an animal in heat, he’ll force himself to be gentle.

Well, gentle enough.

His cockhead slaps against the lips of your cunt, making you flinch. He rubs it into your skin, coating the head with a mixture of your juices and the pre-cum that’s been steadily leaking out of the tip of his cock. This continues until Suguru notices you leaning into his motions, moving your hips in time with his cock.

“Not quite done yet,” he says in a soothing voice when you cry out at the stretch.

He waits for you to moan, waits for you to whine for him, waits for you to want it as much as he does.

You tilt your hips and catch his cockhead in your folds and it’s all the invitation Suguru needs to start inching his cock inside of you. His thrusts are shallow at first, only penetrating you with his head and pulling right back out.

The slow, methodical way he works himself into you has you hungry for more. The leg that he isn’t holding back coils around his waist to pull him closer to you. By the time he’s fully worked his cock inside you, you’re a panting mess, on the verge of your next orgasm.

“You’re taking me so well,” purrs your husband.

Suguru can tell the signs without you saying a word–not that you could, you’re in a fuck-fueled stupor. Your moans rise an octave the closer your bodies get until you’re wailing mess. Cunt gushing around his cock, you soak his pelvis with your juices.

Proud coos flow from his mouth and dance around your ears, the edges of your mouth curling into a dopey grin. His arms cage around each side of your head as he shifts his weight to better pound your pussy.

“You’ve got one more left in you,” he growls, “Give it to me.”

His lips never more than graze yours. Instead, he uses them to coax your mouth into staying open and releasing a steady stream of whimpers and moans.

Suguru thumbs your clit harshly as he inches his cock inside of you. Biting his lower lip, he presses more of his weight into his hips, pushing his cock into your velvet walls until at long last, your hips meet. His thumb leaves your clit, only to be replaced by the bone of your pelvis.

As he grows closer, his lips brush against yours. The huff of his laugh has air brushing against your face and you taste the faint remnants of sake in the air.

“Feels so good,” your husband breathes into your mouth.

Suguru drinks up every little noise that spills from your lips. They start off as chaste kisses. His lips never stay on yours for more than a breath. As he works his cock deeper inside you, his lips begin to linger.

His tongue explores each inch of your mouth. The hands holding your body in place begin to travel up your body until his fingers interlock with yours. He gives a gentle squeeze to make sure you’re still lucid, and you squeeze his hands back in return.

Between heated kisses, puffs of his breath fan over your face. Despite the heat of lustful coupling, the amount of skin you have exposed has you feeling cold. Without thinking, you lean into him further in the hopes that more of his warmth will sink into your bones.

His cock feels massive inside you. It stretches out your cunt in a way that should be painful, but yields nothing but pleasure. There’s a vein on the underside of his cock. It drags so deliciously against your walls as Suguru ruts into you.

Never do his hips cease their rhythm. Not yet.

You can barely breathe with how much his cock stretches you. As he pulls out, you manage to catch a few shallow gulps of air. His fingers could never prepare you for this. Such an addictive type of ecstasy you know he’s ruined you forever.

The more he pumps his cock into you, the more your cunt pulsates around him. You can’t tell if it’s the end of the last orgasm, or the start of another. All your nerves are overshot, overloaded with lust.

And it feels so damn good for Suguru. The motion of his hips begins to stutter as his cock pulsates inside you. With each time he drags his cock from you, Suguru winces, as if he’s in pain.

Suguru’s almost disappointed when his balls start to rise with his impending orgasm. But then he remembers he booked this room for a week. He’ll have plenty of time to enjoy you.

As many times as he likes.

With a final thrust, Suguru empties his cock into your pussy. The way he moans, his jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut makes your heart flutter. His arms tremble as he holds himself above you as he lowers himself gentle as not to crush you.

“You did so good for me,” he pants into your ear.

For a short while, the two of you catch your breath. There’s no strength left in your body when Suguru finally pulls out. The two of you hiss at the loss of contact, but it isn’t for long.

Your husband flips you onto your stomach and pushes that cum that leaks from you back into your abused cunt.

“Ready for the next round, darling?”

By the time you check out of the inn, you’re walking with a slight limp. The staff are polite enough to avert their eyes, and you’re grateful for the small kindness.

Suguru is eerily quiet on the drive back to Tokyo. Not that you handle conversation at this point, anyways. You can’t even glance at his profile without being reminded of the filthy acts you took part in less than twenty four hours ago.

Much like the drive there, you spend the drive home in and out of sleep. The lurch of the car shifting into park coupled with the absence of the engine’s rumble rouses you from your nap. Suguru unfastens his seatbelt and is quick to navigate to the passenger side of the vehicle to open the door for you.

“Feeling more rested?” He asks cheekily.

“I–,” you bite your lip as heat rushes to your face in embarrassment, “Yes, thank you.”

Your husband cocks his head, waiting for you to finish the sentence properly.

“Thank you, darling.”

A traditional home, you think as you walk closer, somehow it suits him.

The shoji doors open to reveal his–now yours too–daughters peeking at the two of you behind the lattice frame. You can tell from their body language that they’re ecstatic to see their face again, but far less sure of how they feel about you.

“Nanako, Mimiko, we’re home,” Suguru says as he walks up the driveway with you on his arm.

“Welcome home,” they mumble, their eyes never leaving you.

The first few weeks in your new home aren't as easy as you hoped it would be.

You always thought you’d feel an overwhelming sense of relief when you finally escaped your family. Or content, maybe even remorseful.

But instead you feel nothing.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Suguru was right about you. You were angry. Angry at your family, angry at your clan, but mostly you were angry at yourself for letting it all happen.

If anything, you feel lost.

The people responsible for ruining your life are dead, the people who leeched off you for years were far from you. Still, your anger persisted, and with no outlet, all you were left with was confusion.

After a few weeks, Mimiko and Nanako are no longer convinced you’re an intruder in their home and have moved on from their previous hostility to mostly ignoring you.

Small progress is still progress, right?

Every now and again, they take you up on your offer to drive them to school, but only on mornings when it's raining. It’s probably meaningless, driven by their desire to stay in dry clothes and not any urge to spend more time with you. You take it as the smallest measure of acceptance.

There’s little variance in your days, each day begins and ends the same.

Like the first night, you prepare dinner as your daughters work on their school assignments in their rooms. Suguru arrives home and you eat in silence as the girls tell their father about their day. Your husband is the only one who speaks to you or asks questions about your day.

Once finished, Suguru helps you clear the table and you all retire to your rooms for the evening. Unless of course, it’s a Wednesday night and you and your husband spent an hour–usually two–trying to expand your little family.

While the girls are in school, you have the house to yourself. At first, it’s liberating to have so much time to yourself for the first time in years. But after reading every book you’ve been meaning, after watching every show you’ve heard good things about, after cleaning every nook and cranny twice a day, you’re still left with a sinking feeling in your stomach that creeps up to your throat.

The acrid taste of loneliness.

You’re too old to cry over hurt feelings, so you tuck it away. Push it down until it’s easier to forget.

No matter how much time you spend in this place, no matter how much you try to burrow yourself into this new life, deep down you know this isn’t your home. Suguru seems to be the only one who wants you here and it’s only because of the deal you made.

So you cling to him. You cling to the role you have accepted for yourself. Wife and mother. You kiss your husband when he leaves for work, you make bentos for your daughters even if they come home just as full as they were when you daughters left for school.

Still, the taste lingers.

That’s why you’re caught off guard when Nanako approaches you after school as you’re preparing dinner.

“Hi,” she says timidly, her hands shift picking at the edges of her cardigan and crossing over her stomach.

“Hi..” you reply, you try to make your voice sound approachable, but it sounds like you’re trying to calm a wild animal.

“Are you busy? Tomorrow?” She stumbles over her words.

You let out a small laugh, you’re never busy and she knows this.

“I think I can find some time for you. What’s up?”

Nanako’s features contort to display a range of several emotions from relief to panic. Her brows raise then fall, her mouth twists into a tiny shape as she realizes she has to explain the situation to you.

“Ok, so it’s going to sound a lot worse than it actually is. And I just want to preface this by all by saying, I don’t think I didn’t anything wrong and this girl–this–”

You set down the vegetables you’ve been preparing and give her your full attention. She freezes immediately.

“I–,” her breath catches in her chest as she tries to speak again, “It’s just–”

“Nanako, what happened?” You ask calmly.

Nanako takes a deep breath before launching off like a bullet train.

“This annoying girl in my class is always starting the worst rumors about me and Mimiko and telling people about how awful I am and now she’s lied and said I’m this horrible bully and I’ve never done that, I’ve wanted to, but I don’t. And now she’s got the whole school thinking I hit her, when I didn’t, and my homeroom teacher freaked out and told the principal. But not a single one of them will even listen to me when I try to tell my side of the story.”

Each word comes out faster the last until they all blend together in a flurry of hysterics.

“Ok Nanako,” you raise your palms to her to try to calm her down, “Let me think for a second.”

“Ichinose made fun of us, Nanako said something back, Ichinose hit her, and Nanako made it a quick fight,” Mimiko says as she walks past the both of you to get a drink from the refrigerator.

“Thank you,” you say under your breath. “So you need a parent to come speak with the principal and the teacher and the parents?”

Nanako nods, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Ok, what time?”

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Years of speaking to teachers on behalf of your siblings has you feeling cool-headed as you make your way into the school. Nanako, unfortunately, isn’t feeling nearly as calm when you find her waiting in the hall outside the principal’s office. Sweat has formed on her brow, her legs and arms are crossed, wrapping around her body. Anxiously, she chews her bottom lip and stares at her knees in hopes that no one will see her or speak to her.

Across from her are two women whom you assume to be Ichinose and her mother. As you get closer, they both throw you a sour look. You force a clipped smile in response and take a seat next to your daughter.

“Hi,” she groans.

“Hi,” you reply.

It’s quiet for a bit, nothing but the hushed tones of her classmate talking to her mother and far-off droning of a teacher giving a lesson.

“Thank you,” Nanako says, breaking the silence. She uncrosses her arms to pick at a string coming loose from her cardigan. “For coming here. I would have asked Papa but….”

She trails off without finishing the thought, not that she needed to; you both know how intense his reactions can be.

“Don’t worry about it,” you assure her, “I’m kind of glad you asked.”

“What? Why?” Nanako’s brows knit in confusion.

“It’s nice,” you shrug, “Makes me feel included.

Nanako blinks before realization sweeps over her features. Her body weight thuds against your shoulder and she rests her head against you.

“It’s hard adjusting to a new home,” she mumbles.

A huff of a laugh slips out and you bite your lip to muffle it.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “But yelling at some prick parent and their prick kid? I don’t need to adjust to that, it’s very much in my wheelhouse.”

Another five minutes go by and the four of you are called in. Nanako’s classmate and her mother say nothing to you as they pass by, and you’re polite enough to ignore the comments you hear them exchange.

As you walk into the cramped office, Nanako is at risk of suspension, possibly expulsion. By the time you walk out, Nanako’s teacher and principal have assured you her classmate’s teasing will be dealt with appropriately in the future, and Ichinose will be taking an “absence” from classes.

“Holy shit,” Nanako breathes as the two of you leave campus. “You—I.. Are you a witch or something? You knew everything to say to get them to back off. It’s like you were inside their heads.”

“Like I said,” you toss your arm over her shoulders as you walk to the car, “I’ve got plenty of experience. I have three younger siblings who have gotten into much worse trouble than you and I got them out of it, every time.”

Nanako pauses for a bit.

“You didn’t have to do any of that though. You’ve only known me for a month, and I,” she sighs, “I haven’t exactly been welcoming to you.”

Shrugging, you fish the car keys from your purse.

“It’s fine,” you say.

“No, I’ve been an asshole,” Nanako says sadly.

You glance up at her from your bag and see she’s on the verge of tears.

“Oh sweetheart, no, no,” you say soothingly as you rush to wrap your arms around her. “I’m a stranger in your house, it’s ok if you take some time to warm up to me.”

Sniffling, she nods against your bosom.

“We’re family now, right?” You ask, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Again, Nanako nods and squeezes you before letting go.

“What do you want for dinner?” you ask, unlatching the door handle.

Nanako uses her sleeve to wipe away the tears and snot that have settled on her cheeks before responding.

“Can we get take out?” she says meekly.

The energy of the house changes dramatically. Instead of the hushed sounds of dishes clattering, Suguru returns to a home filled with the sounds of laughter and chattering voices. You’re regaling the girls with a story about the time your brother thought it would be a good idea to fight his teacher.

Seamlessly, Suguru slips into the chair next to you and rests his hand on your thigh for the duration of the meal. You can feel the warmth of his hand through your thick, winter tights. The heat radiates from his palm and flows into your skin.

You manage to feign a cough to hide the giddy laugh that bubbles up. A sip of water to clear your throat, a bite of fried chicken to chase. Suddenly, that taste at the back of your throat is less potent.

Nanako and Mimiko insist on helping you with the dishes.

“Will you make me lunch tomorrow, please?” Nanako asks from the hallway, “And thank you for today.”

“Yeah,” you say in a clipped voice. “I can do that.”

“Okay, thank you,” Nanako says heading upstairs, “Goodnight.”

You mumble out a goodnight in return before throwing your hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs that spill forth.

When was the last time someone told you thank you?

As you lay in bed, you replay the moment over and over again in your head. Just as your eyelids are becoming too heavy to keep open, a knock sounds against your door.

“Are you still awake?” asks your husband in a low voice.

You shoot straight up and grab the nearest article of clothing to cover yourself, “Yes!”

“Just a minute,” you call out.

The sight of him nearly makes you gasp. Hair undone and still damp from his bath. Judging from the way his cheeks are tinged red, you wonder if he sat in the hot water too long. The dim light of your lamp illuminates his features in the most dramatic fashion; emphasizing his long lashes and plump lips.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” the edge of his lip turns up in a smile.

He seems to tower over you even more in the low light. One of his thick arms is braced against your door frame, the other rests against your sliding door. Despite having your whole room to your back, you feel caged in by him.

“Oh, for dinner? It was actually Nanako—”

“No, for what you did for her,” he corrects.

Blood rushes to your face and you avert you gaze demurely.

“You don’t uh,” you coyly chuckle, “you don’t have to thank me.”

“But I want to,” he insists, “May I come in?”

You cast a glance over your shoulder at the mess of your room.

“Um, it’s a little—” you groan, ”Cluttered at the moment. I haven’t finished unpacking.

“I don’t mind,” Suguru says warmly.

“And..”

“And?” he repeats.

“It’s not our usual night,” you say, “darling.”

He smiles at the pet name.

“Does that matter to you?” he teases, “If you don’t want my company, you can just say so.”

“No,” you implore eagerly, “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

#🧄.musings #getou suguru x reader #suguru getou x reader #reader x geto #jjk smut #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #getou x reader #under his skin

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sadistic-kiss · 2 months

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*Desert Rose Polyamorous Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction. Reader x Various

Chapter 37: Safeword *Taste Test* *Full Chapter Will be posted (here) Friday, March 1*

Sukuna x Reader(nickname Rose) x Megumi (in this chapter)

Chapter Summarry: You and megumi teased Sukuna, so now he has to deal with his brats…within a safe environment of course 🖤

Warning: Fluff 🥹 (because we need it right now)

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“WAIT SUKUNA!” Megumi called out.

The two of you looked at him with wide eyes, surprised by his sudden change in tone.

“What?”

“Rose came up with a safe word…” Megumi nodded toward you since his hands were tied behind his back.

“Safe word?” Sukuna furrowed his brows. “What the fuck is a safe word?”

“You…” Megumi felt the color drain from his face, he felt very-very bad for the people Sukuna had been with in the past. Barbaric… the man was an absolute brute that needed training. He took a moment to think of the best way to explain. “It’s a word or phrase that pretty much means stop. Like… if for instance… if Rose isn’t okay, mentally…physically, or something scares her…like you know, being tied… she can stop what’s happening with a phrase and we check in with her… make her feel safe.”

Safeword- that was the stupidest thing Sukuna had ever heard…why would anyone…his thoughts trailed off as his eyes moved to your hands that were still within his grasp, rope about to be tied around your wrist. Looking upon his actions he didn’t realize how alarming this could be for you. He didn’t even think about how this could make you uncomfortable, especially considering what you had been through. Sukuna clicked his tongue, rubbing your wrist with his thumb as he loosen his hold, “What’s…your safe word princess…?”

You leaned your head against Sukuna’s chest, craning your neck so you could look up at him.“Huuuman Earthworm Ten!” You beamed proudly.

Sukuna scowled, “Why the hell is that the safeword?”

You giggled at his reaction and Megumi snorted.

“For the exact reason you're making that face and she’s laughing.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes. He’s never used a safeword. If someone couldn’t handle him then they got the fuck out of his bed, end of discussion. Anyone who wanted to be with him would form to his liking. Let him do whatever he desired. He never cared how any of his partners felt mentally or physically. Yet as he looked at you and Megumi…he… maybe…perhaps…cared (loved both of you). “Fine.” Sukuna sighed. “Can I tie you up now?”

“Mhm~.”

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angeliiix · 1 month

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☄. *. ⋆ suguru throat fucking you. <3

i can heavily imagine suguru just pining you against your bedroom wall and fucking the living daylights of your throat, the tip just continuously reaching the back of your throat.

and he talks insanely dirty towards you while doing it.

"fuuck, it feels big, hmm? babyyy.."

"such a pretty girl.. takin' my cock so well.."

he would overwhelm your whole entire body just thrusting his beautifully crafted cock in and out of your throat, eventually forming a bulge in your throat from how girthy it is.. :(

and whenever you cried, whining and moaning it was too big for your tiny little form, he would just go faster and wipe those precious tears away. pretty girls don't deserve to cry he says..

@angeliiix please minors dni with ANY of my content!!

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satorusugurugurl · 2 months

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JJK Men Confessing That They Love You in The Middle of Smexy Time!

Summary: JJK men suddenly realize their true feelings for you while. . .inside of you. What better chance to tell you they love you!

Word Count: 3,485

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo

Warning: Smutty smut, language, choking, fluffy goodness!

A/N: I loved writing this!! Super sugary sweet goodness.

MDNI!!

Gojo Satoru:

Your moans flood the room as Gojo drapes your legs over his shoulders. His cock is buried deep inside of you, but he's not focusing on that. Instead, his eyes are transfixed on your face. The way your eyebrows knit together, how your mouth is in an ‘O’ shape. He notices everything. Every tremble in your arms, how your nails dig into the sheets, how into it you are.

His thoughts are flooded with you. Your moans, your laughter, the way you treat his students. Staring down at you while your bodies are connected makes him realize how much he cares about you. His heart races, and it feels like someone squeezes it as tightly as possible.

What better time than now to realize how much he cared for you? But caring didn't even come close to describing what you meant to the strongest man in the world.

No, he was—

“I love you.” He said out loud.

Hearing those words had your eyes shooting wide as you stared at him in disbelief. “H-Huh?” you asked, assuming you were so fucked out of your mind that you misheard him.

“I love you.” He repeated, emphasizing each word. Making sure you fully understood what he was saying. “I love you, Y/N god, I love you.”

Before he gives you a chance to respond, he pulls out of you before slowly pushing back inside. A moan passes through your lips as he leans in, pushing your thighs back towards your chest in the process. The intense bed-creaking sex session suddenly turns softer and more intimate, and it makes your heart slam against your rib cage as his confession sinks in. Gojo Satoru meant it; there was no teasing tone to his words, no hint of sarcasm.

Gojo Satoru was in love with you.

“Toru.” Your voice whined out as he continued his deep, passionate thrusts.

“Y/N, I love you.”

Gojo had to keep repeating himself as he fuvked you slowly. The words were so genuine, raw, and honest that it was egging him on. Like saying those three words was bringing the two of you closer to your release.

“I-I love you too.”

Your words had caused Satoru to freeze. His breathtaking cerulean eyes locked on your Y/E/C eyes. He stared for a long moment, letting your words wash over him. Once it felt like it had penetrated every nerve in his body, he smiled. It was warm and soft, full of the newly found love the two of you felt.

“I love you, Toru~”

“Again,” he said as his thrusts became rougher. “Say it again, Y/N.”

“I love you, Satoru~”

“Y/N,” he grunted, reaching down and rubbing your clit, “Yes, I love you.” You cried out, tossing your head back as the head of his cock slammed into your g-spot. “I love you, fuck, I love you so fucking much! I'm gonna cum, baby; I'm going to cum, cum with me.”

His words, movements, and love sent you tumbling over the edge. Your pussy squeezed his cock so tight he fell over the edge with you, his head falling into the crook of your neck as his hips still. His cock painted your insides white as he gently fucked into you, kissing and nipping at your neck as you both rode out your highs.

Pulling back, cheeks flushed and hair in disarray, Satoru kissed you deeply. You moaned, kissing him with mirrored enthusiasm before he pulled back. You were lost in each other's eyes for an eternity before Satoru kissed you softly.

“I love you.”

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Geto Suguru:

“Suguru,” you whine, “yes Sugu, r-right there.”

Gritting his teeth, Geto keeps hitting your G-spot with a slow rhythm. You're on your hands and knees as he fucks you from behind. But Geto hates using the word fuck anymore. Sure, that's what had been in the beginning. The two of you mutually agreed to fuck after a stressful mission or when you were horny. It's better than random hookups with strangers. The fucking had been so good that it went from an occasional hookup to every weekend before you two were fucking every other night.

The sex was so good with you; Suguru started inviting you out to the Cafes with Nanako and Mimoko. The girls loved you. And you were so good with them. The fucking was so superb that you had a toothbrush at his apartment, that you made dinner for them. The fucking was so addictive that he had fallen for you. In the most intense way, a person could.

This wasn't fucking each other anymore.

“Love.” Suguru said out loud, his inner thoughts escaping his mouth, “Oh god, love.” He couldn't help the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

You hadn’t heard what he said, too lost in his thrusts. “Hmm?” You asked as he leaned over you, pressing you further into the mattress. “Are you close?” You questioned as he fucked you at a slower pace.

You were expecting a nod, but what you felt instead was his lips against your upper back. The sensation of soft kisses trailing over your skin sent a shiver down your spine. When Suguru kissed you like that, gently and passionately, it made your heart ache because this was just a hookup. Nothing more than that.

“I said love.” His lips moved against your heated skin, inching towards your ear.

“L-Love?”

“Mm,” he responded, “love.” his right hand moved up the sheets, “This isn't mindless fucking anymore Y/N.” Suguru’s hand gently rested on top of yours, his fingers interlacing yours. “ I love you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he kissed your neck, thrusting into you deeper. “Love.” You repeated as you cried out in pleasure. His thrusts, his groans, the smell of him, god, it made you realize that he was right.

Those quickies, 2 AM ‘wyd’ texts, had transformed into more. They had become dinners, movie nights, and outings. He was right; this was so much more than blowing off steam and fucking your frustrations out! And you felt the same.

You squeezed your conjoined fingers, your head turning to the side. Suguru had been watching you, waiting for either your rejection or reciprocation of his words. His uncertainty melted as you slammed your lips against his in a searing kiss.

“I love you, Suguru, I love you!”

He furrowed his eyebrows together as he trusted faster and harder into you. The headboard slammed against the wall as you cried out into his mouth. His grip tightened on your hand, digging it into the mattress as you reached down, rubbing your clit.

Feeling your pussy clamp down on him as you worked yourself in tantum with his thrusts, he had his balls tightening as he slammed as hard into you as he could before cumming inside of you. His final thrust hit your G-spot perfectly, sending you over the edge with him. You cried tears of happiness in pleasure as a string of his name passed through your lips.

You sniffled as Suguru laid you both on your sides. His softening cock was still inside of you as he kissed your tears away. “You're everything I've ever wanted, Y/N,” he whispered against your cheek. “I love you so incredibly much.” His arms tightened around your body, not allowing you to escape even if you wanted to.

“I love you too, so much, Suguru.” You felt Jim smile against your cheek before he planted a trail of kisses down your face.

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Nanami Kento:

“Y/N.” Nanami groaned out as the couch groaned under the two of you. “Baby feels good.” He growled, letting his head fall back, taking the chance to watch you slowly riding his cock. God, this night was perfect, even if it didn't go as planned.

Nanami had the intention of taking you to a nice dinner tonight. But work had been long, hard, and exhausting. He had told you he would love to stay in, take a shower, and watch a movie. But he made reservations and didn't want to disappoint you. So imagine his surprise to find you waiting by his door with brown paper bags in hand.

You told him his comfort and happiness would make you happier than a fancy dinner. You wanted him to relax tonight. He got to take a shower and change. Nanami had offered to help make dinner, but you threatened him with a butcher knife. So, he instead watched from the couch.

And God, you went above and beyond.

You made a feast, freshly baked bread, barbeque steak, and a large salad. You not only made dinner but also cleaned the kitchen. And while he was showering, you also started his laundry. After all of that, you pushed him to the couch and told him to relax, and you sat yourself on his lap.

“Feel good, Kento~?” You moaned into his ear as you rocked back and further on his throbbing cock. “You nice and relaxed baby~?”

Nanami nodded, his fingers digging into your hips, assisting with rocking you. God, you spoiled him when he should be the one spoiling you. You were compassionate, caring, and so sweet. You put him first and made him feel at ease. It wasn’t just today, either. Every time the two of you spent time together, he fell harder. You were perfect, the perfect partner; god, he could only imagine marrying you, having you here with him daily.

“Ken?” You noticed the far-off look in his eyes. He seemed deep in thought. “Are you okay?”

His eyes slowly widened at your words. The genuine concern for him. Even after you had gone out of your way to make him feel better.

“I’m perfect.” His deep, gravelly voice made you melt. “I was just thinking.”

“Ooh~? Thinking about what?”

His hand left your hip, cupping your cheek. His thumb gently grazed your cheekbone as warm brown eyes bore into yours. “I was thinking about how lucky I am to have fallen in love with you.” Your hips stilled as his confession washed over you like rain.

The shock vanished almost instantly as you grinned wide, giggling happily. “I love you too!” You nearly yelled out before he moaned in pleasure and relief, pulling you in for a searing kiss.

Your lips melded in sync, moving in harmony as you rocked back and forth faster while Nanami began thrusting up into you. Your moans flooded his mouth, fueling his desire as the head of his cock kissed your cervix. The love that flooded between you two only intensified the endorphins coursing through your bodies, making the pleasure almost too much.

“Y/N, I love you; I love you so much.” He grunted out, wrapping his arms around your waist as he fucked up into you faster. “Stay with me~ stay with me~!”

“K-Keeento!” You cried out, throwing your head back as he fucked you faster. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I’ll stay. I love you!!” Your clit rubbed against his pelvis, threatening to snap the tightening coil in your abdomen.

Nanami felt you tighten around him. He knew you were close. You just needed a little push. “I love you~ stay with me forever, be mine and mine alone.” He snarled through clenched teeth as he drilled into you.

“Fuck! Fuck! Ken yes! I love you! I’m cummi—“ Your words were silenced as he kissed you, his body stiffening as he filled you to the brim with ropes of his sticky hot cum. You clenched around him, gushing around his cock, cumming on the man you loved.

Once your bodies came down from the ecstasy, Kento pulled back, both his hands cupping your face. “Y/N, I meant every word.” He whispered against your lips. “Please move in with me.” Your cheeks burned hot before you pressed your forehead against his.

“I would love to live with you.” You ran your hands up and down his forearms. Only to squeak as he lifted you, carrying you to the bedroom. “Wait, Kento, where are we—“

“I’m going to make love to you properly this time.”

And Nanami Kento always kept his word.

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Toji Fushiguro:

What the fuvk was wrong with him?

He stared at your shoulder as his cock slammed into you at a slow and gentle pace. His large, calloused hand covered your mouth as he grunted against your neck. Ever since you showed up this afternoon, his heart was straining against his chest. Not because he was nervous or didn't want you around. It was the complete opposite.

Toji found himself wanting you around more often than ever. But you had to work, and he was busy caring for Megumi and taking jobs. The week had been crazy busy and stressful, but the second you showed up at his apartment with dinner for the three of you, he felt the tension leave his shoulders. Not only did you get them food, but you also made Megumi’s day.

“I heard someone aced their test this week!” You handed him a wrapped present, and his son’s eyes glittered with amazement. “Good job, Megumi!”

You so selflessly bought him the new book he'd been bugging him about for the last month. Seeing his son so happy, watching you grin down at the boy that wasn't yours, made his heart leap into his throat. Those were the thoughts rolling through his mind as he tucked you harder, your whines being caught in his hand.

Replaying today's events, trying to correlate them with the strain on his chest, suddenly hit him with a ton of bricks. It was so simple, so damn simple as to what was causing him to feel like this. And it was all your damn fault.

“Damn, brat,” he growled in your ear. “You are a pain in my ass sometimes, you know that?” His hips snapped forward faster. “Coming into my life, making me and my son happy.”

Your eyes rolled back as he so sweetly degraded you. God, it made your pussy flutter. It was a nice change from some nasty things he would say to you. Things you usually loved, but this was a nice change.

“Making me fall in love with you.” He snarled, kissing your neck feverishly.

That was unexpected.

You whined, pulling his hand away from your mouth, and it wrapped around your throat instead. “Toji, did you just say you love me?” You moaned out as he squeezed his fingers around your throat.

“Yeah, I did.” he nipped at your earlobe, squeezing tighter. “You're such a good girl, caring for me and my kid. So tell me, Y/N, what will you do about it? Are you going to take responsibility for this and love me back?”

His fingers released their hold on your throat, allowing you to gulp air. You giggled before crying out in pleasure. “Damn! G-Guess oooh! Guess it's a good thing I fell in love with you too.” Your snarky tone was silenced as Tojo barked out a laugh before choking you again.

“Yeah, you're going to take full responsibility and my cock like a good girl. Now relax while I fuvk you full of my cum and love, little slut.”

You choked out a moan as your eyes rolled back as Toji fucked you. Harder and deeper than he had before. Between the force and the choking, you came almost instantly, coating his cock with your essence as he slammed harder and harder into you before he stiffened, his balls emptying into your tight cunt. His hips lazily moved in and out fucking his cum into you before he grunted out a sigh of relief.

His cock slowly slid out of you as he released your throat. His fingers gently caressed your face instead, “I love you, brat.” he whispered as you leaned into his hand.

“I love you too, Toji.” you turned to smile at him.

“Love you more,” he whispered before kissing your lips.

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Choso Kamo:

Choso’s eyes were shut tight as you bounced up and down on his cock. He gripped the sheets underneath him as he desperately tried not to blow his load already. This was bad, really bad, and it was all Yuuji’s fault.

The night had been normal! You came with popcorn and snacks for the brothers' weekly movie night. While you were getting the blankets and pillows fluffed, Yuuji watched Choso smile warmly at you. It was a goofy, lovesick smile that made the younger brother grin ear to ear.

“So, when are you going to tell Y/N?”

Choso blinked, looking at his brother. “Tell her what?” His head tilted to the side.

“That you love her?”

The soda can Choose had been holding crushed in his grasp as his cheeks burned. “What?!” he shouted hushedly, looking between Yuuji and you.

“Oh well, you love her, right?”

Choso threw the crushed can in the recycling. His heart pounding in his ears as he glanced back at you. You were everything to him. You had helped him adjust to his new life, gave him advice, and were always there to help him. To say you weren't the light of his world (aside from his brother) would be a lie.

“I-I mean I—” Choso ran a hand down his face, “I suppose I do.”

“You guys have been dating for a while. You should tell her, Cho!”

Choso sighed, looking at the marble counter. “How do I even do that?”

Yuuji grinned, patting him on the back. “Tell her tonight! I'm going to meet up with Nobara and Megumi after our movie.”

Things were going as expected; movie night was a success, and Yuuji took off, leaving the two of you alone. Choso may have told you how he felt if you hadn't dragged him to the bedroom the second Yuuji left. He had so many things he wanted to say, but he wanted it to be perfect.

And your tight pussy had his brain fuzzy with dopamine, and he was sure if he said anything, it would be a garbled mess.

To you, Choso seemed so out of it. His eyes were shut tight, and his pale skin flushed. He wasn't into it. And he usually went bananas when you would ride his cock. This lack of enthusiasm and nearly silent treatment all night had your hips rolling to a stop, causing him to open his eyes for the first time since you lowered yourself on him.

“Cho?” Your cheeks mirrored his own. “A-Are you not into it? I'm sorry I assumed maybe it was okay since Yuuji left. But if you don't want to do it, we can stop.”

“Huh?!” he propped himself up on his arms. “No, please don't stop. It feels really good!”

You stared down at him, frowning. “Then why do you seem so out of it?” he gently ran his hands over your thighs.

“I'm just trying to figure out how to say that I love you without making it completely awkward.” He whispered.

“You love me?”

“Yeah, I was—” Choso took a second to process his words before he groaned. “And I went ahead and ruined it anyways—” his voice muttered, “I'm sorry, Y/N can we tr-A-AH!” Choso’s head tilted back as you began bouncing up and down his cock, harder this time.

“Y-You love me?” Looking at your face, Choso was shocked to see you smiling as tears streamed down your cheeks. “You really love me, Cho?”

At that moment, Choso realized how stupid he was being. Telling you he loved you didn't need to be scripted or planned. He just had to be honest because all that mattered was the two of you. He sat up, pulling your legs behind him as he nodded.

“I love you, Y/N.” he held your face while kissing you deeply, “I love you.” You moaned and cried into his mouth as he rocked into you.

“Love you too~” you cried against his lips, “I love you too, Choso.”

Your hips rocked against each other as whispers of I love you were shared in between moans. The declarations only grew louder as Choso reached down, rubbing your clit with his thumb. You cried harder, pressing your forehead against his as you stated into his eyes.

“I love you, Y/N.” Was what sent you over the edge as he rubbed your clit in fast circles.

“Choso l-love you!!” You cried out as he gritted his teeth, his cockthrobbing as he came with you.

As you came down from your highs, Choso smiled and kissed your nose as he laid you both down. “I'm sorry I got lost in my head there.” he stroked your hair slowly.

“It's okay; it was well worth it.”

Choso kissed you softly, “It always is when it comes to love.”

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Passing out in the middle of sex w/ the JJK men

Incl: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Choso

Contains: fem reader, stomach bulge (geto's), rough sex, teasing, dirty talk, fluff, comfort, oral (f!receiving), multiple positions, hair pulling, masturbation, sugar baby!Toji, Virgin!Choso

MDNI

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Gojo:

"Fuck- take my fucking cock baby, take that shit-" Gojo groaned in your ear, his hands gripping your hair, right against your scalp, as he gave you the meanest fucking backshots, bullying his fat cock into your cunt.

Tears streamed down the sides of your flushed cheeks, soaking into the sheets your face was pressed into. Gojo's body was hunched over yours, his hand pressing into the sheets on the side of your body, giving him the perfect leverage to keep himself up while he fucked you nice and deep.

"Sa-toruuu-" You cried, your moans coming out strangled and choked from the way his cock was assaulting your sweet spot so deep inside you. "What is it? Talk to me, baby." Gojo cooed, sucking in a breath through his teeth when he felt your cunt clench tightly around him as his tip hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you.

"S-slow down p-pleasee~" You tried to beg, the words spilling from your lips being barely distinguishable from how slurred they were. Gojo giggled, followed by his hand gripping your hair tighter, making your scalp ache. "I dont think I will..." Gojo cooed, pretending to pout when you cried harder in response.

"You were rubbin' all up on me, interrupting my phone call with Nanamin because you wanted my cock so bad. Now you're cryin' about how it's too much?" Gojo said, scrunching his eyebrows at you in faux sympathy. "Nah, you're gonna take it, sorry mama I really am." He finished, emphasizing his words with a harsh thrust into your cunt.

Your hands dug into the pillow you were holding on to for dear life as he sped up his thrusts, rolling his hips just right so he was obliterating your g-spot, making you see stars in your vision. You tried to beg and cry for reprive, but Gojo was not listening at all, his hand shoving your face harder against the pillow instead as he silently told you to shut up and take it.

Gojo's cock always made you see stars and feel dizzy, but something was different this time. Your vision started to trickle more and more with those fuzzy black dots as he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm, your eyes struggling to stay in their sockets as they rolled back continuously in your head.

"You cumming baby? You just got so much tighter, fuck!" Gojo groaned, his hand letting up on shoving your head down slightly so he could lean back and rub your clit with the hand that was holding you up. The sneaky thing slinking between your legs and rubbing quick circles against your bud caught you off guard, resulting in a loud cry being ripped from your lungs, making Gojo laugh as you spasmed on his cock, your orgasm taking you by surprise as it wracked your body with tremors.

You opened your mouth in a silent cry as you came, and before you knew it, you were out cold. Your arms going limp under the pillow, your eyes rolling back before they shut completely as you blacked out. "F-fuck-" Gojo hadn't noticed that you passed out, only seconds after he felt your cunt spasm around him, he released your head and placed his hand on your ass, gripping the fat as he pulled out of your pussy, his other hand immediately wrapping around his cock, jerking himself off hastily as he groaned through his orgasm, hot ropes of cum landing all over your ass and back, as Gojo decorated your skin so prettily with his seed.

Your body still trembled in your sleep, but your breathing had evened out. If not for Gojo's hand on your ass, you would've fallen on your side completely. "Shiiiiit, so fucking pretty." Gojo laughed through the last shocks of his orgasm, wringing his cock out over your ass as he made sure he painted your skin with every last drop of his cum.

"You're so quiet baby, you alright?" Gojo asked, tilting his head to the side as he tried to get a better look at your face. Usually, you whined or something when he came all over you, the sensation of his cum on your back making your body jolt in surprise--something. "Baby?" He started to get worried, tucking his cock into his sweats quickly he leaned over you, his hand sliding up your body.

The second Gojo wasn't holding you up anymore, you collapsed against the sheets, your chest rising and falling steadily as you slept. "Oh shit, came so hard you passed out?" Gojo smiled softly, scooping your body into his arms effortlessly. Gojo relaxed when your head tipped limply against his naked chest, your breath tickling his skin. "Maybe I did go too hard, sorry baby~" Gojo cooed, kissing your forehead.

"Alright~ Upsiedasiesy~ Let's go get you cleaned up you drama queen." Gojo smiled to himself, lifting you off the bed as he carried you to the bathroom to clean you up all nice so you didn't wake up a sticky mess in the morning. You were already going to beat his ass in the morning for not listening to you when you told him to slow down, it was the least he could do. Satoru listened to you during sex after that. For the most part.

Geto:

Geto had you in the meanest mating press, your legs over his shoulders, body folded over on itself as he leaned his large frame over yours, slowly but roughly fucking his massive cock into your cunt, stretching you out. Geto was obsessed with watching your eyes roll back in your head each time he thrust his dick to the hilt inside you, his ego swelling each time your face scrunched in painful pleasure from the sheer size of him.

"You feel me in there baby? Feel me in 'ur fuckin' stomach?" Geto groaned, his hand sliding between the two of you to press harshly against your stomach, feeling his cock through your pelvis. Your eyes shot open in alarm, the feeling of his cock being ten times more intense as your g-spot was now forced down to meet his cock.

"S-suguru d-dont press there!!" You tried to tell him, your hands around his neck digging into his skin, sure to leave angry red marks all over his back from your nails. "Su-suguuu!!" You cried. Each time he pulled his cock out and fucked it back inside you it felt like your guts were falling out, your body molding around him when he thrust back inside as he made room for his stupidly large cock.

"But it feels so fucking good-" He groaned, pulling his lip between his teeth as he felt his cock thrust inside you from the outside of your body. "Cmon sweet girl, look~" Geto grabbed your arm, pulling it off of his back, your nails scratching his skin in the process as he let up the pressure of his hand on your tummy, placing your hand where his once was before he pressed his over yours, returning the pressure as he made you feel his cock through your skin.

"You feel that? I'm so deep huh?" Geto cooed against your lips, feeling your rapid breaths tickle against them as you basically hyperventilated from how intense it felt. "Y-yes I feel it- fuck!" You whined, your head tipping back into the pillow, your eyes rolling back in your head, your lids following, shutting around them.

Geto kept your hand pressed there as he leaned forward, sucking hickeys into your neck, his hips fucking faster into you when he felt like your pussy was loosened enough. "Ah- ah- ah-" He fucked short, desperate cries from your lungs with each thrust, your fingers tangling in his long hair, gripping against the strands for dear life.

Your legs ached from the position as he pummeled your cunt, giving you deep thrusts as he pulled his cock out almost entirely before thrusting it back into you. "Sugu- It's too deep- too much-" You cried against his ear, your face only flushing redder and redder the longer he fucked into you.

"Shhh, you can take it, just let me give it to you princess, let me fuck you like this." He whispered back, his breath tickling your neck as he spoke, his lips going back to suck against your neck as he disregarded your words. You cried on his cock all the time, complaining about how it was 'too much' but you never meant it, always complaining and asking why he stopped when he actually did slow down, so why would it be any different this time?

"N-no Sugu reallyyy- t-too much-" You tried to whimper out, your eyes squeezing together tightly as the pressure in your stomach became too much. The pleasure was overwhelming, and his weight pressing against you was overbearing, your body couldn't take it anymore. Your jaw dropped in a gasp right before your body went limp, your mind going completely blank as you passed out, mid stroke.

Your hand loosening in his hair and falling limply against the sheets was all he needed to know something wasn't right. Within seconds of you passing out, Geto pulled his head back from your neck to look at your face, noticing how relaxed it was as your head laid to the side against his pillow. He stopped his thrusts completely, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he let your legs fall from his shoulders, his hand caressing your cheek.

"Baby?" Geto spoke, shaking your head softly, your head jostling limply in his hold. He pulled his cock out of you that instant, his thighs straddling your hips as he cradled your face in both of his hands, shaking a little harder as he tried to wake you up. "Cmon pretty, wake up for me." He mumbled to himself, tapping his fingers against your cheek.

He sighed in relief when you stired awake, gaining your consciousness. "There you are." He smiled, his cock still throbbing hard pointing upwards as he crawled off of you, sliding to the side of your body, running his hands over your cheeks. "You passed out on me baby." He explained when you looked at him slightly confused, your face instinctually leaning into his touch.

He lifted your body with ease from under your arms, making you sit on his thighs, facing him. You leaned forward onto his chest, your shaky body absorbing his body heat. "Asshole..." You mumbled into his skin, wrapping your arms under his, your hands resting on his back. His cock twitched when it was pressed against your stomach, but he did his best to ignore it. "I told you it was too much." You chastized, hiding your face in his chest as you blushed in embarrassment, you cant belive you actually just fucking passed out during sex.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't know you were serious." He said, trying to hold back his giggles as he soothingly rubbed his hands over your back. "Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole." You repeated, one of your hands sliding out from his arm to weakly slap at his naked chest, your blush only growing deeper. You wished you would pass out again to excape how embarrassing this was.

"I know, I know. I'm an asshole." He agreed, pressing his lips together as he looked down at you fondly as you took your anger out on him. He knew you were embarrassed, so if this is what made you feel better so be it. The fact that he was still hard only added to your irritation, your face feeling as hot as the sun as you smacked him harder, "Pervert, pervert, pervert, pervert." You groaned, your chant switching between the two.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." He laughed, squeezing tightly around your body, pressing your arms flush to his body so you couldn't hit him anymore. You blushed furiously and helplessly against him as your body was restrained by his sheer strength. "Are you okay baby? Seriously." He asked, tipping his head to the side as he looked at you, his hand stroking over your head. "I-I'm fine." You blushed at his sudden demeanor change.

"Good, also I think we might want to establish a safeword from now on." He added, your eyes darting around the room as he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head. You hummed in agreement, still trying to recover from the massive hit to your pride passing out had done to it.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah? I'll run you a bath and make you some tea, okay? Sound good princess?" Geto asked, his large hands running over the expanse of your back, making your body relax against his unconsciously as you nodded against him, feeling your eyelids grow heavy with sleep.

Nanami:

"Mmm..." Nanami moaned against your clit, shaking his head back and forth along your folds while he sucked your clit between his lips, his tongue flicking against it in his mouth. "Fff-uck!!" You cried, your thighs squeezing around his head as he ate you out like a man starved.

Your hands dug into his hair tightly, your nails raking against his scalp to ground yourself, Nanami's long fingers curled right against your sweet spot inside you, his quick thrusts only adding to the already loud squelching coming from between your legs, making the tips of your ears turn red in embarrassment. You fought your head to stay down, looking at Nanami, you didn't want to miss the sight of your gorgeous husband eating you out.

It's not like it was a rare occurrence, Nanami ate you out every single time before the two of you had sex, but it was a sight to behold every single time. You never got tired of the sight of his lidded eyes staring at yours, the entire half of his lower face covered in your slick, his usually uniform hair being strewn in every direction as you ruffled the strands, your hands pushing his bangs out of his face to get a better view of him.

One of Nanami's hands was pressed between his body and the bedsheets as he jerked himself off while he ate you out, unable to ignore the throbbing pleasure in his cock he got from tasting you. He stroked his cock to the pace of his fingers inside you, trying to mimic the way your cunt felt around him.

"Oh fuck- Nanami right there-" You moaned, your jaw dropping in a small o when he sucked your clit just right, his fingers stabbing into your spot simultaneously, causing the most delicious pleasure to wrack through your body. Your back arched as you pressed Nanami's head agaisnt your pussy, keeping him in that exact spot that had you seeing stars. "Fuck don't stop- k-keep sucking my clit I'm gonna cum-" You gasped, your words coming out breathily as you threw your head back, your eyes screwed shut from the pleasure.

Nanami groaned into your folds, his hand jerking faster over his cock when he felt your cunt pulse faster around his fingers. "Nggghhhh-" You whined as the pleasure took over your body, your thighs snapping shut around your husbands head as he continued to suck your clit into his mouth, his fingers fucking into you as he worked your though your orgasm.

Your body jerked forward, hands digging into his hair as you cried out his name as you felt your release squirt into his mouth. Nanami drank up all of you hungrily, his tongue lapping at the base of his fingers when you started to come down from your high, his adam's apple bobbing as he greedily swallowed up all of your cum.

"Good girl, good fucking girl." Nanami groaned against your clit, his voice coming out hoarse. You whined as his fingers continued thrusting inside of you, his hand still jerking quickly over his cock. You thought he was going to stop after you came, but you quickly realized after trying to push his head away to no avail, that that was not the case. Nanami was in one of his moods, and he was not done eating your pussy quite yet.

"Fuck- Ken waitttt- It's sensitive Kento-" You cried, your hands pushing at his head harder, trying to get him to let up. His hand that was jerking himself off shot out from under him to grab at both of your wrists, pushing them off of his head as he gripped them over your pelvis, his eyes shooting daggers at you.

You whined, your body thrashing and jerking in oversensitivity as he kept fucking you, continuing the same rough pace as before, your poor clit being assaulted by his ruthless tongue as he battered at it. "Oh g-oddd-" You groaned, your face scrunched in the overwhelming pleasure as he fucked you quickly towards another orgasm.

You thought the black dots that started to speckle your vision were because of your impending orgasm, but you would be sorely mistaken. Your entire body tensed before it relaxed against the sheets, your head fell back against the pillow, your hands loosened in Nanami's hair, and your thighs relaxed with the rest of your body as you fell unconcious.

Nanami's eyes were screwed shut as he shook his head back and forth, but they peeled open when he noticed how your body relaxed at once. He was met with your peaceful-looking face as your body laid slack agaisnt the sheets. He quickly raised from between your thighs, wiping your cum from his mouth with the back of his hand he reached over you and caressed your face, calling your name repeatedly.

It didn't take much for you to come to, you were only out for maybe a total of thirty seconds. You awoke to Nanami's body hovering over yours, his flushed face staring at yours with concern. "Hey there." He smiled when you fully opened your eyes. The first thing you noticed was how sore you felt between your legs, your face scrunching in discomfort.

"I'm sorry, that was too much wasn't it?" Nanami immediately apologized, his face softening as he caressed your sleepy-looking face. "I- I didn't know I was going to pass out, I'm sorry." You replied, looking away from his gaze. Sure, it did feel intense, but nothing more than you haven't felt before.

"Don't apologize sweet thing, it was my fault, I should be more careful. I got carried away." Nanami said honestly. Your shaky hands reached up to wrap around his neck, pulling his face down to meet your own. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, full of love and compassion, before you pulled away, looking at him with a red face.

"I'm okay, It's alright Ken." You reassured, rubbing your fingers over his undercut, making him practically purr. He sighed in relief before his body was pressing against yours, his arms wrapping under your body. "You had me worried. Never passed out on me before." Nanami spoke into the crook of your neck, pressing light kisses into the skin there.

You giggled, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck, keeping him tightly against you. "Kento." You spoke after a couple seconds, making him hum into your neck. "You're really hard. I can feel it on my leg." You whispered, blushing at your own words. Nanami cleared his throat before he spoke, his head pulling up from your neck to look at your face, "Ah, sorry. Ignore that, I'll go take care of it." He said, the tips of his ears turning red.

You pulled him back down towards you when he tried to get up to take care of his little problem. "That's not what I meant." You said, looking into his eyes while you bit your lip. "I uh... I'm up to keep going if you want. You haven't even put it in yet." You said, running your fingers up the back of his head, sending goosebumps down his spine.

"I don't know if that's a good idea..." Nanami said softly, trying to ignore how hard his cock twitched in his sweats at the proposition. "Ken I'm okay I promise. Please? I want you inside me." You whispered, wrapping your legs around his hips. Those words were all he needed to hear. Looking between your bodies before he pressed his clothed cock agaisnt your cunt, he looked back up at you before he spoke, "Are you sure?"

You humped your hips up to meet his as you nodded, "I'm sure, please." You said once more, moaning softly when his tip bumped against your sensitive clit. With a sigh, Nanami leaned forward, hovering his lips right above yours, "Alright... I'll be careful."

Toji: cw: toji keeps going after you pass out, breeding kink

"Dirty fuckin' girl, pussy is fuckin' swallowing up my cock," Toji growled, yanking your hips back to meet his, his heavy balls slapping against your clit roughly, making you whine in painful pleasure. You arched your back, throwing your ass against him to meet his thrusts, your hands against the sheets holding yourself up giving you the perfect leverage to fuck yourself on his cock.

"Fuck Toji- Harder- give it to me harder-" You begged, biting your lip as your eyes crossed at his cock pounding against your g-spot, his fat tip absolutely obliterating it. "Anything for my favorite client~" Toji groaned, smirking at your shameless show of your need for him, his hips pulling back further as he fucked all 8 inches into you faster, pulling out to the tip before he bullied it back inside you.

"Ohmygoddd-" You whined, your cunt gushing around him as he fucked you just how you liked, his hands sneaking under your body to rub at your clit, adding to your pleasure. "How's that feel mama? Am I giving it to you good? You like when I fuck you hard like this?" Toji cooed, groaning through his words. You fucking loved how filthy his mouth was.

Toji wasn't quiet outside of the bedroom, but he wasn't exactly a man of many words. During sex, however--this beast of a man got pussy drunk on you quick every single time, the feeling of your familiar tight, wet walls around him never failing to make his lips loose, filth spilling from his lips without a second thought the second they popped into his fucked out head.

"Yes T-toji, feels so good- you're s-so deep-" You whined back, feeling tears start to well up in your eyes. Toji groaned at your words, his finger rubbing faster across your clit, his movements becoming sloppy as your words worked him up to no end. Toji would never admit it out loud, but he had a major praise kink. He could feel his cock leak pre-cum every time you told him how good his cock felt inside you.

"Yeah, pretty girl? Feels that good? You fucking love this dick huh?" He babbled, sucking air in through his teeth when you clenched around him. "Yes Tojiiii, love it so much- fucking love your dick- g'na make me cum-" You cried, your words coming out slurred. Toji loved how easy it was to make you cum, your body was so sensitive to his every touch it drove him up the fucking walls.

"Good girl, this fucking dick loves you too." Toji laughed through a groan. "'M gonna cum with you pretty girl, where do you want it, hm? Where do you want my c-cum? he added, feeling his cock twitch inside your cunt with his impending release.

"I-Inside inside please- cum inside me-" You babbled, the upper half of your body falling against the sheets as your arms gave out. Toji's body chased yours, his hands planting on the sides of your body on the bed as he humped his cock into you, his fingers not letting up on your clit as he rubbed small quick circles into the little bud.

You felt so dizzy with his cologne filling up your nose with his proximity. He hooked his fingers into your already open mouth as he gave you hard, deep thrusts, fucking you both toward your orgasms. "Yeah? Want me to fill you up? Cum deep inside your tight little cunt?" Toji groaned against the shell of your ear. "Might knock you up, bet you'd like that though huh? Bet it makes you feel all hot jus' thinkin' about it, can feel your pussy tryna' milk my cock right now." He babbled.

You didnt even have time to respond before you were gasping agaisnt his fingers, your eyes rolling back in your head as his cock fucked your orgasm out of you, his hips rolling into your ass, the tip of his cock massaging against your sweet spot so perfectly, making your eyes roll back in your head. "Oh shit- so fucking tight-" Toji groaned as you came around him, your pussy spasming around him.

You severely underestimated how hard your orgasm was. Barely three seconds into it and you were blacking out, your arch falling as you fell limply against the sheets, Toji's hips chasing yours as he continued fucking into you with reckless abandon. "Oh shit, did'ya pass out, pretty?" Toji groaned, his hands pressing into the sheets next to your body as he continued humping into your warm cunt, his eyes taking in the sight of your relaxed face.

"Shit-" Toji laughed, feeling a whole new wave of arousal wracks through him, "You don't mind if I finish right? 'M so fucking close~" He cooed at you as you breathed steadily against the sheets, your cunt still sucking him in as tightly as it was while you were awake. Toji smirked as he picked up his pace, his cock pistoning in and out of you with loud squelches. "Yeah, you don't mind. Such a good girl for me, always so fucking good." He praised, feeling himself on the edge.

"Fuck- I'm cumming princess, gonna fill you up just how you w-wanted. Sorry, you're not awake to f-feel it. There's gonna be so fucking much." He babbled, his hips losing their rhythm inside you right before he came. Your body jostled limply as he used your cunt to get himself off, his hips stilling agaisnt your ass as he shot rope after rope of his hot cum inside you, groaning loudly through his teeth as he did so.

"Yeah take that fucking load- goddd. Suck me so good even when you're out. Heh." he huffed out a laugh as he rolled his hips agaisnt your ass, making sure he gave you every last drop of his cum. He let himself relish in the feeling of your warm walls spasming around him for a few seconds longer before he pulled out, his cum chasing his cock as it dripped out of your tight hole, dribbling down your pussy.

Sitting back on his heels, he scooped his cum up with his fingers before he shoved them inside you, making sure his cum stayed nice and deep in your pussy. "Guess I gotta wake you up now, huh?" Toji said to himself, his eyes taking in how peaceful you looked. "Time to get up sleeping beauty. Daddy needs his payment." He said half joking as he crawled up your body and slapped your cheek softly before following it up with a gently rub, trying to wake you up.

Sukuna: cw: heian era true form sukuna, monsterfucking, rough sex, cervix fucking, degradation, stomach bulge, misogyny if you squint, squirting, semi-soft Sukuna at the end

"That's the best you can do? Your reputation does not precede you, I thought you could take cock with no problem, hm? Should I have chosen someone else?" Sukuna teased, pouting as you struggled to ride his massive cock, your hands jerking his second cock in tandem as you tried to bounce on the other.

Sukuna had never picked up a girl from a whorehouse before, but with your reputation running rampant across the village he resided in about how well you supposedly took cock, he decided to give it a shot. He was only teasing when he said he should've chosen someone else. You were easy on the eyes, and he would be lying if he said he didn't love watching a pretty girl struggle on his cock.

Usually, he would be fed up with this slow, weak pace, but he was in no rush today, so he decided to have a little fun with you. "I've n-never taken someone as big as you m-my lord." You whined, your hands squeezing around his tip harder when his cock hit your cervix painfully as you sat down on it.

"No? Is that why you're being such a crybaby?" He asked, tilting his head at you as he watched fat tears roll down your rosy cheeks, mixing with the sweat beading on your neck. His eyes watched how your tits bounced as you rode him, only taking in about half of his cock as the whole thing proved to be too painful.

"Fuckkk-" You groaned, ignoring his words as you tried to focus on taking his cock the best you could. Sukuna sat back agaisnt his throne, two inhuman arms spread over the armrests on his throne, two placed on your thighs, his long nails digging into your thighs as you rode him.

The slow pace was annoying, sure, but it was doing something for him to watch your face twist in painful pleasure as you fucked him. "L-lord Sukuna, P-please, a little help please-" You whined, feeling your legs start to ache from riding him for so long, your stomach starting to cramp from how deep he was inside you.

"How shameless." He tsked, "We just met, you fuck me at the pace of a snail, and now you dare to ask me for help? What terrible manners." He chastised before his strong hands pulled you down against him completely, his cock fucking into your cunt as deep as it could go, his tip knocking painfully against your cervix.

You cried out in pain, the sound sending blood rushing to his cock, a sinister smile spreading across his face as he watched you writhe on top of him, your hands leaving his second cock to press over the bulge in your tummy, your jaw dropped in awe. "It's deep huh? I can see it poking through your skin." Sukuna growled before his hands slit to your waist and used the leverage he had there to fuck you on his cock like his own personal cocksleve.

"S-sukunaa!! L-ord Sukuna p-please! It's too much!" You cried, your hands grabbing his thick wrists as he fucked you at an inhuman pace--fitting. Sukuna looked at you almost disgusted, confused, you couldn't tell through the tears blurring your vision. "What a selfish girl." He growls. "I thought you wanted help? But now it's too much? Make up your mind, dumb woman."

You could do nothing but cry and scream as he impaled you on his cock. You've never felt anything like how you were feeling right now, it was so intense. You swore the second you walked out of here, you were going to go straight to the infirmary to check if he had punctured your stomach open, because it sure as hell felt like it.

"And now she can't even talk, how pathetic." Sukuna tsked, looking at you with a face full of disappointment. You could barely register the small sinister smirk spreading across his face before you felt the reason for his demeanor change on your body. Looking down you saw a mouth the size of a small child had manifested on his stomach, and a thick tongue was poking out between the lips to lick at your pussy.

"H-huh!?" You yelped in surprise when the tongue battered harshly against you, sending sparks through your tummy. "Surely you'll be able to move your hips now, hm? This spot here makes women so sensitive." Sukuna cooed, watching how the tongue on his stomach emphasized his words by trying to focus on your clit. The attempt proved to be a little difficult from the size difference of your small clit to his tongue, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself nonetheless.

"Wait- w-wait please p-lease wait-" you cried, the feeling of his tongue quickly becoming overwhelming. The cock not inside you was dripping pre-cum all over the outside of your tummy, the appendage having a strong curve as his tip was being rubbed against your skin. Before Sukuna could spew more mean words, a clear liquid was being sprayed across his abdomen, making his eyes open in surprise.

Sukuna had never seen anything like it before. The liquid dripped down his cock, and all over his abdomen, some of it even landing on the stomach mouth as he lapped it up greedily, tasting the liquid. While Sukuna was still taking in this new sight, your body collapsed limply against his chest, his hands freezing in place as he looked down at your smaller frame agaisnt him, breathing peacefully unconscious as if you weren't currently tending to him.

"You're kidding me," Sukuna growled, the prominent vein in his forehead popping out as he ran his hand through his hair, sighing at the current predicament. "Human women are so weak." He sighed, continuing to rake his eyes over your frame as you slept without a care in the world against him. "I have no interest in fooling around with a sleeping person. So boring." He said, his lip raising in untinerest.

His cock was still hard inside of you, his mind still replaying what had happened moments before you passed out so selfishly. How could you expose him to something like that then pass out? He wanted to see it again. His eyes studied your face, and after some time he found himself thinking you looked almost cute.

He didn't recognize the feeling, chalking it up to amusement as one of his large hands rested on your lower back. his eyes finally looking away from your frame as he looked around the empty room around him. "You better wake up soon, girl. I'm not done with you." Sukuna growled, relaxing against his throne as he waited for his little plaything to awaken.

Choso:

"Fuck- oh god this feels so good-" Choso cried, humping his big cock desperately and sloppily inside your cunt. Choso was a virgin prior to your interaction now, and you had somehow convinced him to let you take his virginity from him. You had always been attracted to the half-curse, so you thought this was a brilliant idea.

What you hadn't accounted for, was the possibility that this innocent man had a horse cock between his thighs. Choso had thought there was something wrong with his equipment when you stared at his cock like it was something foreign after he pulled it out of his pants. "I-is there something wrong?" He had asked insecurely.

Your eyes merely dragged up to meet his eyes slowly, the awestruck look still on your face, your jaw dropped in a small o shape as you stared at him incredulously. When you told him his cock was the biggest you'd ever seen, he looked almost confused, proceeding to ask you if that was a good thing. Choso clearly had no idea how big he was, and he definitely had no idea how to use it.

He was so oblivious to how much damage his dick was currently doing to your pussy. You briefly taught him how to stretch you out on his fingers, but even as thick as they were--they did little to prepare you for the girth and length of his cock. You bit your bottom lip as you tried to conceal your moans, trying your best to instruct Choso how to fuck you correctly.

His reckless, sloppy thrusting did feel good nonetheless, but you knew with a cock his size--that it could feel even better if he fucked you with some sort of a technique. "C-choso- a-aim your hips up when you t-thrust inside me," You whined, your hands reaching down to grab his hips and pull them towards you, trying to give him some direction. "L-like this?" Choso asked, thrusting into you at a new angle, the tip of his cock pistoning straight into your sweet spot.

You sighed out in sweet relief at how good it felt. "Yes~ Fuck yes, right there Choso, keep fucking me right there, just like t-that," You praised, your eyes rolling back in your head as it fell back against the pillow. You allowed Choso to have his way with your body as your relaxed against the sheets.

It was a smart move on your end to suck Choso off and make him cum once before he fucked you, he was lasting longer than you thought he would for a virgin. "God- It's so tight. Is it always this tight?" He asked, staring between where the two of you were connected, beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his face.

"Mhmm- y-yeah." You answered, only half listening to his question as he fucked you just right, his fat cock hitting all the right spots inside you. "It's so warm too... I love this, I love fucking you like this. I- I don't want this to end." He babbled honestly, quickly becoming pussy drunk as his eyes searched for yours. You looked down at him, meeting his desperate, puppy-like gaze.

Smiling at his sweet face, you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him towards you, your lips grazing against his. "Me neither Choso, keep fucking me. Your cock feels s-so good inside me." You whispered against his lips, resulting in a whine from the dark-haired man before you pressed your lips to his, swallowing up all his gasps and whines.

He kissed you sloppily, but his beginner technique felt good as he tried to copy you, licking into your mouth, and tangling his tongue with yours. "This feels good," He pulled away to moan aginst your lips before leaning back in to continue making out with you.

His honesty made you hot all over, you don't think you've ever been with a guy as verbal and sweet as Choso. "So good Cho, you're doing so good." You groaned against his lips, seeing stars behind your eyes each time he fucked his cock inside you.

He pulled back from the kiss as he placed leaned back on his heels, pulling your thighs over his as he fucked into you in the new position. This position allowed his cock to fuck straight into your g-spot, making you cry out loudly for him. "Holy fuck-" You groaned, your eyes rolling back in your head at how intense it felt.

Choso groaned at your response, his face heating up at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him tighter at this new angle. While the curse took in how your body moved and bounced under him, his eyes latched onto a small pearl-looking thing right above the hole he was fucking into, the bead being covered slightly with a flap of skin.

The sudden urge to touch it came over him as he reached out for it, "Can I touch right here?" He asked. Before you were able to look down at what he was referring to, you felt his thumb on your clit, the pad of it rubbing along the nub with pinpoint accuracy. The added sensation of him touching your clit made you scream out for him.

The fact that this half-curse had manifested less than a year ago, was currently losing his virginity, and had found your clit with such ease, better than most people you've had who weren't virgins and had been alive for however many years-- sent you spiraling. "Fuck Cho w-wait-" You tried to warn him it was too much, but it was too late.

Your vision went blurry and your head spun as little black dots clouded your vision before you blacked out, falling unconscious in the middle of him fucking into you and harshly rubbing at your clit. "H-huh?" Choso stopped moving when he looked down and noticed your limp body. He called out you name, and to no avail, not even a twitch of response from your out-cold body.

He stayed inside of you, frozen in place as he tried to think of what to do. "A-are you okay?" He asked, his hand shaking the side of your body gently, your body jiggling with his touch. "I don't know what to do..." He mumbled, looking around the room like the walls would come to life and give him guidance.

"Hey, you okay?" He repeated again, leaning over your body to shake your face, his cock still snug inside you. You winced and groaned as you came to, your eyes cracking open once more. You were met with Choso smiling softly at you, looking relieved. "You fell asleep. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. Are you okay?" He asked, keeping his hand on your face, rubbing the sweat from your skin.

"Fuck... Choso I'm sorry, I bet I scared you huh?" You said apologetically, your hand cupping over his as you rubbed the back of his hand. Choso pouted before he responded, "Don't be sorry, I was a little startled, but I think that was my fault." He said, a light blush dusting across his cheeks. "Does that normally happen?" He asked, tipping his head at you.

You laughed, your hand caressing down his arm. "Not usually no, it's definitely never happened to me before, you're dick is just too good Cho." You giggled, watching how embarrassed he got when you said that. "I-I don't know." He said, looking away from your face in embarrassment--he really was oblivious.

"No?" You teased, purposefully squeezing your cunt around his cock, making him hiss at the sensation, his eyes fluttering shut. "Why don't you fuck me some more, hm? I'll tell you all about how good your cock makes me feel." You whisper teasingly, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek, pushing his stray hair away from his face.

"Is that okay?" He asked hesitantly, "What if you pass out again?" Choso swallowed all the saliva in his dry mouth, feeling himself throb inside your walls. He really did want to keep going, but he was afraid of you passing out again. "It's okay, just take it easy, and maybe don't touch my clit for now." You added, laughing, making him blush as he nodded in understanding.

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